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manjjiros · 3 months

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TRICKED YOU!

ran haitani / rindou haitani / sanzu haruchiyo x gn!reader (separate)

cws: suggestive but fluffy, like actually kind of tooth rotting, little white lies, established relationship (ran), situationships (rindou, sanzu), discussions of drug usage (sanzu), bonten timeline, ask to tag

from the ASM: tricking the trio into getting some rest isn’t exactly easy. but the probability of getting it to work is not exactly zero, either.

over the loudspeaker: @sin-and-punishment

— RAN HAITANI.

“raaaan,” you whined into the receiver, rolling over in your sheets and letting them rustle against your phone.

you heard your poor boyfriend let out a breath on the other end of the line. “what’s the matter, angel? i’m a little tied up at the moment.”

you knew he was, obviously, or you wouldn’t be calling. you knew his schedule inside and out by now, when he had meetings, when he ran off on sudden jobs to handle important business you had no interest in knowing about.

it was always a little more fun to be able to pull him from some boring, dreadful meeting than when he was free to join you.

“come home,” you breathed, and you heard the way he hummed in the back of his throat.

“i can’t, come on. you know this. don’t make me feel bad.”

“but the bed’s cold, ran. aren’t you gonna come make it warm again?”

there was a brief pause and some speaking in the background. clearly he was in a meeting, which you had expected.

“warm up yourself, angel-“

“no, come home. i just want you.”

ran grunted into the phone, and you heard him pull the device from his ear and shout towards the voices in the background. it was muffled and broke up a bit; the reception in abandoned warehouses typically wasn’t the best.

“ran?”

“i’m here. just- stay put. ‘m coming. you gonna be good f’ me?”

“yeah.”

“fine. see you soon.” he hung up, and you smiled to yourself, successful in your endeavor.

you’d left the door open for him and left a set of sleep clothes at the edge of the bed for him. he hadn’t been sleeping, you knew that; the circles under his eyes and the way he forced himself out of bed in the mornings gave it away. something must have happened, or maybe something resurfaced — he hadn’t told you yet, but you could make an educated guess.

ran arrived at your place within the half hour, the heels of his slick shoes clicking along the floorboards as he made his way towards your room where you waited for him, cuddled up in your duvet with the lamp light casting everything in a warm yellow.

he nudged the door open with a huff, smiling briefly before pausing. “i have to admit, this isn’t what i was expecting.”

“what, don’t wanna just nap?”

“i thought you were calling for a hookup.”

“dirty mind! i never said that,” you giggled at his exasperated face before pulling back the covers to give him space. “come on, baby. you look exhausted. you’ve got bags under your eyes.”

“don’t say that shit, my eyes are fine.”

“because you steal my eye cream!” you pouted then, folding your arms at his pushback.

he grumbled at you but ultimately eyed up the empty space next to you in the bed, letting out a loud sigh.

“cant believe i left the meeting to come take a nap. what is this, high school? i used to do this shit as a kid. play hooky and sleep in weird places.” he yawned as he spoke, undressing his three-piece suit in exchange for the t-shirt and shorts you left out for him. you just nodded along and patted the space next to you for him to climb into.

he joined you, eventually, long limbs grabbing onto you to pull you in close and bury his face in your chest. you smiled as the scent of his cologne floated up around you, the smell of his hair gel right under your nose.

it felt like it was barely two minutes before your talkative boyfriend was knocked out against your chest, your fingers combing through his hair.

— RINDOU HAITANI.

to: annoying prick

me: come over.

annoying prick: how about a please?

me: come over Now. miss you.

annoying prick: i screenshotted that for evidence.

me: i hope you crash on your way here.

annoying prick: i didn’t say i was coming? smfh.

you rolled your eyes at your phone as you fussed with the string of his hoodie around your finger. rindou never listened when you invited him over, always giving you a hard time despite expecting you to bend to his will whenever he wanted to see you.

oftentimes things happened on his terms, not yours. which normally isn’t a problem, except for this one time when you wanted to fuck with him.

your finger hovered over the call button before you opted for another direction, opening up your camera and taking a quick photo of his hoodie string between your teeth, cute and suggestive and alluring. you made sure to get most of your upper body in the shot, laid back against your pillows.

me: [1 image]

me: come over? now?

annoying prick: is that my

annoying prick: cheap shot. stay there. don’t even think about touching.

you laughed at how quickly his tone changed, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. he was a grown man, sure, but he was rude and mean and often thought with his dick rather than his head.

you heard the revv of his bike engine before you saw it through his window, clicking your tongue when you spotted him without a helmet. you understood that he was some sort of criminal, but you kind of liked him, sort of, and didn’t actually want him to crash and die.

you watched him park the bike illegally in front of your place and hop off of it quickly, straightening out the front of his suit jacket as he walked up towards the door.

you heard him grumble when the door was locked, fucking around for the spare key before finally getting inside your home and beelining towards your room.

you broke into giggles as he shoved your door open and undid the front two buttons of his suit jacket, trying to clamber over your body on the bed. “tease, calling me home from bein’ busy just to fuck around, what are you-“

“aht,” you stopped him with a finger to his chest, shaking your head, “not what i invited you here for.”

he stared back at you, hesitating and hovering over your form. “excuse me?”

you chose that exact moment to whip out the puppy eyes, jutting out your bottom lip and laying back on your pillows, “my bed was cold, rin! just wanted you to come over and take a nap with me.”

he gawked at you before sitting up on his knees and running a hand through his hair. “are you being fucking serious?”

“yes.”

“you invited me over. to nap?”

“mhm. and now you’re here. so let’s take one.”

“what the-“

“please?” you cocked your head and tried the puppy eyes again, to which he made a face, but didn’t necessarily move away.

“i don’t have-“

“you leave clothes here all the time. i have some set out in the bathroom.”

“fuck you.”

“maybe next time.” you broke into laughter as he succumbed to his fate, getting out of your bed to disappear down the hall into your bathroom. he returned within five minutes, having changed into a pair of pajama pants and forgetting his shirt, standing at the side of your bed awkwardly.

“well? come in, i’m exhausted.”

“this is weird.”

“no it’s not. just lay down, asshole.” you huffed and pulled back the covers for him. he squinted at you, having taken his contacts out, before reluctantly crawling into the bed next to you. you snuggled up against his side, to which he tensed, but ultimately ended up wrapping an arm around you anyway.

he fell asleep before you did, mouth open and drooling all over your pillow. you took a photo, not because you liked him or anything… well…

— SANZU HARUCHIYO.

convincing sanzu to listen to you at all was like trying to train a poodle. it was very, very difficult because he was very, very defiant.

you knew he hadn’t been sleeping well. you knew it well, unfortunately; his work was catching up to him and drugs weren’t your favorite solution to the problem.

you told him time and time again that he needed rest, that it was because you cared that you were nagging at him, and yet he always bit right back at you like a dog nipping its owner’s hand.

you had had enough. so you decided to play the game.

you sat in his car waiting for him to finish some job in some remote part of the red light district, in a back alley with no prying eyes or lights, really.

you sat in wait until finally sanzu reappeared in the faded yellow light of the nearest street lamp, wiping his hands on a handkerchief and kicking a lead pipe against the wall. you chose not to question his line of work.

he grinned when he saw you in the passenger’s seat, as if he had forgotten you were there, and hurried around to the driver’s seat to get in and lean into your space.

“all done now, baby.” he pressed kisses to the corners of your lips, making you giggle before he caught your mouth with his own.

you hummed against his lips, lifting a hand to curl your fingers around his tie. “haru,” you breathed, tugging lightly on the fabric, “can we please get home? wanna get into bed with you…”

he pulled back slightly to meet your gaze with his own crazed one, eyes studying you almost clinically as a grin spread across his face. “oh yeah? baby wants to get home?”

“mhm.”

“hell yeah, i’ll get you fuckin’ home.” he pulled back from you to start the car, and you gripped the oh-shit handle because you knew he was just going to peel out of the alleyway.

and that he did, whipping down side streets and revving the engine, one hand on the wheel and the other gripping your thigh.

you giggled to yourself as you watched the veins in his arm, shaking your head. he just had no idea how easy he was to fool.

it took far shorter of a time than it should have to get back to your place, and he parked before hurrying out of the car and getting the passenger door for you.

you got out and led him to the door, feeling him stalk your every movement, only ever one step behind you. you unlocked your door and kicked your shoes off with a laugh as he tried to pin you against the nearest wall, freeing yourself from his grasp and making your way towards your room.

he grunted as he followed you, muttering something about you being a tease.

you turned on your heel once you got to your room and took a seat on the bed. “much better. i’m so tired, haru.”

“huh?”

“let’s just go to bed, how about it?” you started to get undressed as he stood in your doorway, scarred lips twitching with confusion.

“what are you talking about?”

“haru, let’s go to bed. i know you’re tired too.”

“no, this is-“

“no buts.” you stood to shimmy out of the rest of your clothing and tug your pajamas on. “strip and cuddle with me.”

haru wasn’t a cuddler, not by a long shot. but, with you…

he felt like he blinked, and suddenly he was on his back in your bed with you at his side in the dark. you snuggled up closer to him and ran your fingers through his hair.

soon enough, his breathing evened out, and you smiled to yourself as his grip on you grew tighter in his sleep.

#ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tr x reader #♧ — ran haitani #♧ — rindou haitani #♧ — sanzu

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rwprincess · 2 years

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Stacked (BenderxFem!Reader --Smut--)

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Word Count: 4.2k

Synopsis: A good girl has gone bad for Bender. BenderxFem!Reader smut, in the library, as the only two in detention.

CW: No plot, only smut; semi-public sex (p in v with condom); virgin!reader; fingering (f receiving); some breast play; pet names: honey, good girl, baby, sweetheart, sweets; mild degredation (verbal); weed mention

You probably would have categorized yourself as a ‘good girl’ before that fateful Saturday of March 24th, albeit one who slipped up just enough to land yourself in that Saturday Detention in the first place. You had made it through most of your high school career without feigning illness to stay home or cutting class, but oh no, the one time you decided to skip was the time you would get caught. It felt like the universe was conspiring against you when Vernon caught you and your two friends sneaking back onto campus through one of the back doors in the East Wing. It was like he knew you had all gone out and was just waiting for you to come crawling back. You immediately lamented to yourself that you should have never let your friends convince you to play hooky, that your life would be over and you’d be suspended for sure. You consider yourself lucky to have only earned Saturday school and had arrived that morning ready to pay your penance and return to your title of ‘good girl.’ That is, until you met John Bender. Since then, you tried everything in your power to toe the line to get as many Saturday Detention slips as possible, knowing he’d be there.

There was just something about him that drew you in, like a spell had been cast over you or something. You knew you should have been disgusted and horrified by the things he said to Claire, but your instinctive side made you feel prickly and hot instead as he questioned her, “Have you ever been felt up? Over the bra, under the blouse, your shoes off, hoping to God your parents don’t walk in?” Your brain took it as more of a suggestion and you immediately imagined Bender doing just that to you, while you’d card your hands through his long, soft brown hair. You were sure your breath audibly hitched but he didn’t seem to notice, his predatory stare locked on Claire as she swallowed hard and answered, “Do you want me to puke?” Of course, she hid her desire better than you did. Or at least, outwardly protested. But that didn’t stop her from getting to Bender by the end of the day and you had never felt the fiery jealousy that broiled in the pit of your stomach until you saw her kiss him and hand him one of her earrings.

There was just something about him, the way he spoke terrible, filthy things, yet it was coupled with a sweet vulnerable side that you couldn’t resist. You kept your distance at first, flippantly dismissing it as a whirlwind crush…at least for that week or so that he was ‘dating’ Claire. It didn’t take long before that fizzled out, though, and your pangs for Bender came back full-force. It was easy to make it seem like a coincidence those first few Saturdays, “Oh, God, I can’t believe Vernon found me cutting class again,” you’d lie. But John was always one step ahead in reading people and figured you out soon enough.

“You again?” He smirked, walking into the library on one warm April Saturday.

“What can I say? I’m spiraling out of control.” You grinned in response, delighted by his attention…and the fact that it seemed to be just you two this time.

“Mhmm. What are you in for this time?” He questioned, making himself comfortable in his seat next to you at his table. You knew where he always sat and maybe just happened to choose the chair next to his, incidentally, of course.

“Smoking.” You say quickly, quietly. Which spoke volumes to your desire to come here, to see him and spend another weekend with him.

“I’ll say.” He eyed you up and down, making your cheeks turn red before you were interrupted by Vernon coming to berate the two of you. Of course, this was one of John’s pre-assigned detentions from when you first met him. Which retort had earned him this one? ‘Oh, I’m crushed’ or maybe ‘Not even close, bud!’, you wondered while biting back a smile at the memory. You loved the way he stood up to Vernon. It had concerned you a bit at the time, as both escalated and became louder, but it also thrilled you to see him question Vernon’s overinflated sense of authority.

“This should not be your role model, Y/N,” Vernon started to come to a close, indicating John, “If you don’t clean up your act, you’ll just be a female Bender.”

You scoffed in response, “Promise?” You raised a challenging eyebrow and heard Bender snort, only encouraging you more.

“Watch it, missy.” He addressed you again, slapping down a worksheet that all of you knew wouldn’t get done, but at least he seemed to have learned his lesson with the ‘essays’ after Brian told him where to shove it, courtesy of The Breakfast Club. He exited in a huff and Bender turned toward you.

“You know, he’s right,” he tutted, clicking his tongue in mock-disapproval, “you’re really going to the dark side. Skipping class and now smoking? I don’t know what to do with ya, kid.” ‘I have some ideas,’ you thought, silently, while eyeing him. “Tell me, did you just have enough of being perfect all the time, or are you just here to see me?” He grinned deviously, trying to tease you, to get a rise out of you. However, he didn’t know that you were committed to the idea of being with him, to putting all the worry and shame behind you. You’d spent enough time here to repel the shackles of conformity and caring, you were ready to flirt shamelessly and see where that led you.

“Little bit of column A, a little from column B,” you admitted, taking pride in the resulting flustered expression from Bender. It was clear he didn’t expect this change from you. While he sat gaping at you like a fish, you stood up and confidently strode away, knowing Vernon wouldn’t be back unless there was some type of commotion. You sat down, leaning against a shelf of books knowing that Bender would eventually come to you and smirked at the thought.

It didn't take long for your plan to have the desired effect: Bender couldn't resist having attention and someone to talk to, after all. What was he going to do, his assignment? No, you knew he wouldn't let Vernon win. He tried to seem nonchalant about it, as if he were just coming over and actually selecting a book and oh my, you just happened to be here! You half-smirked in victory as he took a seat on the floor next to you.

“So what, pray tell, has brought you here today? I mean, I know the literal cause is for smoking, but I want to know the psychology of it. What made Shermer High’s resident good-girl go down this dark path? How did you,of all people, decide to go bad?” He asked, lowering his voice to a husky tone that left an inching heat between your thighs.

“Hmmm,” you hummed lightly in response, his eyes snapping up to your face while they had previously drifted down. “It’s kind of a secret. Do you want to know?” you lowered your tone conspiratorially, then leaned in towards him after he nodded. Your whispering breath tickled the shell of his ear as you admitted, “You. You are what changed and why I’m here today.” You pulled back and gave him a sickly sweet smile, amused by his responsive gulp.

“Was being innocent always an act, then? You seem like you can just turn it off and on, the way you smiled just now.”

“Hmm, no.” You giggled in response. “It’s just that…when I met you, I found out that being perfect and preppy wasn’t the only way to live. I was so nervous that first day and thought I’d ruined my life. And then I met you. You were just so cool and didn’t overly care what people think.”

“It comes at a price, you know.”

“All of your Saturdays for all eternity, apparently.” You shrugged.

“It’s more than that,” he looked down at the ground. “I’m not exactly Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky.”

“No, I know that,” you replied, “but you’re more free than anyone I know. They all have sticks up their butts.” You said and he laughed. “Plus, I’d be interested in changing that, in making you happy.” You bit your lip, looking up at him with what you hoped was a meaningful expression…that he’d take the hint.

He seemed to understand what you were implying because his eyebrows shot up. “What--What exactly are you proposing here?” He asked, taken aback. You had seemed as inexperienced as Claire and Allison when he had met you, and he didn’t think that had changed in the last month or so…unless you were lying in the first place.

“John,” you looked at him directly in the eye as you placed a hand gently on his thigh, “that’s up to you really, isn’t it?”

“Fuck,” he whimpered, meeting your stare. He was almost afraid to make the first move, scared that you would reveal it was all a joke at his expense, that it would all end in utter humiliation. But you just batted your long, dark lashes at him and gave that thigh a gentle squeeze, causing him to throw caution to the wind. He quickly grasped your face between his hands and kissed you, roughly. You let out a light moan to encourage him, and he moved his right hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer and holding you near.

His lips were surprisingly soft against yours and his years of experience showed. You instantly repaid each of his kisses with your own, leaning forward into him, and bracing one of his wrists, wrapping around it with your hand. The way your lips moved in tandem, synching with your desires and your heart beats only made this feel more right. You obliged his curious tongue as it swept along your lip, begging to explore your mouth. You parted your lips softly, your breath intermingling with Bender’s. You broke the kiss a few moments later, pulling back, out of breath. Bender began kicking himself internally, fearing that he’d crossed a line or that you would finally reveal that you were just messing with him. He looked away, dejectedly, but you didn’t let him keep the wrong idea for long. You repositioned yourself and began to climb into his lap. He whipped his head back up, brown irises and pupils growing wide at your bold stance. He certainly wasn’t expecting that. You eased yourself down, your hips resting snugly against his own, pressing your chest into his.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you?” You smirked down at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, resting them along his broad shoulders. “Honey, I think we’re just getting started.” Sure, you lacked experience, but after you drank in that first kiss, you were hooked and didn’t want to---no, couldn’t stop now. You needed more, even though you weren’t sure how far that extended yet. At this present moment, you were willing to fuck Bender in the library today, right here amongst the stacks. In fact, you were kind of hoping for it, but you didn’t wholly want to push your luck. For now, you connected your lips back to Bender’s, thrusting your tongue into his mouth, desperate for the sensation of your tongue colliding with his. The soft pinks flexed against each other as you threaded your fingers through his hair, running your nails softly along his scalp.

Bender tried to have some restraint. It’s the thought that counts, right? He didn’t want to move too fast or make any assumptions. At first, he had his hands along your face, then arms. He pinned them next to your waist and gave tentative squeezes as you deepened your kisses, but he could only resist for so long and needed to test the waters. He slid his hands down to your butt and pulled you forward, up along his lap, just a bit. You hummed appreciatively against his lips, and he took this as a good sign. He dug his fingers into the meat of your ass, massaging the dough and muscle there. His touch made you instinctively roll your hips forward, the sharp bones digging into him and creating an aching friction. He groaned as you pulled away and started to kiss down his jaw to the tender skin of his neck. “Are you---sure---you want this?” He panted out, trying to regain his breathing from your previous kisses to his lips. You only answered with a gentle tug to his hair, pulling his head back just enough to give you more access to the crook of his neck and his collarbone. Another lust-filled groan left his lips, urging you to continue. You could feel your desire dampening your clothed core, causing you to give another roll of your hips, which in turn caused Bender to buck upwards. Combined with his tight grip on your behind, you could feel the straining bulge growing beneath you, yearning to touch you. You smirked into his neck before you pulled back, stopping all sensation. You almost could have sworn you heard him whine in protest.

“You’re surprisingly quiet,” you mused. “I thought for sure you would have a million filthy things to say.”

"Honestly, I'm still a little in shock that this is actually happening," he confided, opening up in a rare moment of vulnerability. "You have no idea how much I've thought about this. About you. I'm not convinced it isn't a dream."

"Mm. Something to pass the time in another lonely Saturday detention?" You purred in response, tightening the grasp on his shoulders.

"Yeah," he licked his lips, eyes scanning your face and lowering down your body, "something like that."

"Don't worry, baby, it's real." You chuckled darkly, bending to kiss his neck again, "and I think I have some idea how much you've thought about this," you ground down against him, indicating your awareness of his hardness, but also added, "because I've thought about you, too. Every. Night." The implication had his mind racing and he gripped you fiercely, placing a rough kiss to your lips.

He couldn't contain himself much longer, and wanted to oblige your fantasies as well. His hands roamed your body with intense fervor. His touches were no longer hesitant, they came to you with a needy, almost bruising force. He palmed your breasts over your shirt, before squeezing them harshly, causing you to let out a mewling whine. "Please, John. More," you panted in response. His deft hands quickly slid up your shirt, eager to please, and snaked under the silky fabric of your bra. He relished in the warm squish of your skin and plucked one of your nipples between his index and middle fingers, sliding it down into the curve between. "Yes," you whispered in a high-pitched moan, which crumbled to a deep and gravely tone as Bender's teeth sank into your neck.

He started to unleash his other hand, trailing down your stomach to the button of your jeans. When you didn't protest, he clicked them open quietly, tugging the zipper down gently. He dipped his hand into the spot he had made available, feeling you over your panties. "Fuck, you're so wet already," he groaned against your ear.

"It's cuz I want you … s'bad." You whined in response, desperate for him to touch you, to give you some kind of relief.

"You're sure?" He asked. He still wasn't entirely certain of your level of experience, even though you were matching him on-par at this point. He was impressed, but still wary that you would call a stop to it, or regret it later. He'd been in those situations enough times.

"You were just commenting on how wet I am. For you," you pointed out, "please, Bender, don't be a tease." You mocked him slightly, knowing he thought all girls were teases instead. He gave you a gruff growl in response and slipped his fingers wordlessly into your underwear, using the slick from your folds to coat two of his fingers. He slid them into you, easily, causing an electric shock of desire to jolt through your whole body. It was so different from the touches you had administered to yourself while thinking of him. So much better.

"Don't ever think that John Bender doesn't deliver, sweetheart," he grumbled against the skin of your neck, making sure he was close enough to your ear for you to hear him. Your walls instinctively clenched around him, aroused by his commentary. "Mm, you like that? You like when I call you 'sweetheart?' Or do you just like having my fingers inside you, fucking into you?" He asked, amused. You nodded quickly, which made him chuckle in return, "Well, which is it?"

"Both." You replied, then moaned loudly as he flexed his fingers in you.

"God, I love hearing that. Don't hold back, sweetheart. Keep moaning for me. I'll make it worth your while." He said, and you weren't sure what he meant, exactly, but you were eager to find out, so you let out another low moan to encourage him. He delighted you by adding another layer, an insistent thumb that brought circles to your clit, increasing your pleasure tenfold.

"Mmf! Fuck!" You breathed, arching your back, pushing your hips forward into his touch. "Yes, John. Just like that. Please."

"Mm. Where did that controlling girl go? Now you're so needy and begging for it." He smirked.

"Shh," you hushed his criticism and bent forward to kiss him hungrily, tiny breathy moans escaping from the seal of your lips as your orgasm started to build. You bucked against him, riding his hand to seek your high, hands now tangling in his hair. You pulled back to whisper, "I'm so close, John. Please. Please make me cum."

"I told you, baby. I always deliver." He quickened his motions to bring you over the edge and you called his name, feeling it echo in the otherwise silent library. He stroked you a couple more times before slowly pulling his fingers away, letting you come down. "If you think you can stand, I wanna show you even more." He raised an eyebrow at you and you nodded, complying immediately. He was right, your bold nature was gone, replaced by a submissive nature that only focused on the desire for more. You stood up quickly, awaiting directions. "Turn around and grab the shelf." He commanded, climbing to his feet, giving an amused huff of a laugh when he saw how quickly you obeyed. He rummaged around in his wallet for a moment, procuring a condom and holding it in front of your face while he stood behind you, close enough that you could feel his erection brush against your ass. "I want to fuck you. Is that alright, sweetheart?"

"God, please, yes." You rubbed your ass against him, seeking friction and he laughed again. He tugged at your bottoms, shaking them down your thighs in preparation, then pulling his own down. You heard the rip in the foil and gulped. You were still keen to do this, you needed him inside of you, but your heart pounded in fear and you paused for a moment. "John? I've…I've never done this before. Please, take it easy on me." You confessed and felt your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment.

"Mm. With how good you've been, you could have fooled me." He mused, running a hand down your side, making you shiver. He leaned forward and you could feel his chest pressed against your back as he nudged his chin onto your shoulder. "Don't worry, sweets. I'll take good care of you." He purred back. Yours was not the first virginity that John Bender had claimed, and you were pretty presumptive of that fact. "Bend forward just a little more," he recommended, and you complied. "Good girl," he hummed, making you feel another wave of wetness flood your core.

He grasped himself in one hand and led his controlled tip against your folds, allowing your arousal to lubricate the condom as he ran it down the shaft. "I'll go nice and slow, baby. I won't hurt you…unless you want me to." You pressed back against him, his words making you feel anguished for contact. He laughed lightly at the effect he had on you, and gently grabbed your hips to steady you. "You ready, sweets?" He asked and you nodded vigorously before feeling him enter you, stretching your walls slowly to accommodate him. It wasn't painful, but a bit uncomfortable as he inched his way in. You'd never felt so full before and it was definitely something you had to get adjusted to. He was slow and patient, as promised, letting you get used to each bit of him before adding more. "You doing alright?" He asked and you nodded. "Good, 'cuz you are so fucking tight, I wasn't sure," he growled and you instantly felt dizzy with desire. He finally had reached the hilt, having pushed all the way into you. "I'm gonna start moving. I wanna fuck you, okay, baby? You tell me if anything doesn't feel right."

You nodded again and let out a pathetic, "Please, fuck me, John," that made him want to turn feral, but he remembered his promise. He'd take it easy on you…this time.

He pulled back and gently reinserted himself. "You drive me fucking wild, saying shit like that. You know that?" He asked and you mewled at the feeling of him filling you back up, gripping the bookshelf just a bit tighter. "All you ever had to do was ask, sweetheart. I've been dying to fuck you six ways from Sunday since we've met. You're so, so pretty," he started to pick up the pace with his words, withdrawing and then pressing back into you, "with those big eyes and their fuck-me stare. I was hoping you wanted me. That I wasn't just imagining it. I thought, oh no, a good girl like that can't be into me. Too innocent. Too sweet. But I was wrong, wasn't I? Deep down, you're just as filthy as me. Begging to be fucked in the library? Because you have detention for smoking? My, my." There was that dirty talk you longed for.

"Mm, yes. I wanted you so bad. From day one, John. I---" you gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, "had to have you." He pulled out and plowed back in with a renewed force, spurred on by your sultry confessions. You moaned and dropped your head forward, feeling your legs beginning to quake. It was so hard to keep yourself upright while he talked to you the way he did, and while he fucked into you with unbridled desire, possibly as strong as yours. You began to see stars as he brought one of his hands around to the front, running a finger against your swollen clit. You could feel heat radiating off him as his chest pressed against your back, tightly fucking into you and keeping the perfect pressure on the sensitive bud. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, groaning his name.

"Yes baby, take it just like that and say my name. Fuck, you feel so good."

"Jesus, Bender. You feel even better. I'm close."

"Ohh yeah, baby. Cum on me. Cum while my dick is buried deep in that tight little pussy. Make me cum for you." He grunted out between thrusts, making your head spin and your body lose control. With a final loud moan, your walls clenched around him in your release.

"Fuck, fuck, John! S'good. Please cum for me, baby. I want you to feel good, too." You muttered, feeling nonsensical in your words, but he still responded.

"Don't worry, sweets. You're making me feel amazing. Won't be much longer, with a pussy this tight and good. I'm almost there. Hold on, hold---" he couldn't finish his thought as he reached his climax as well, digging his fingers into your hips with a bruising force, snapping his own hips up to chase the sensation of his high and you cried out at the sudden burst of friction, taking him deeper in than before. He stilled for a moment, catching his breath and coming back down to reality, surprised to still find you there and to know this wasn't just another wet dream, his subconscious reminding him of what he couldn't have.

He kissed the side of your neck before pulling out of you all too quickly, the fullness replaced by emptiness. You immediately pouted, glad you were turned away from him so he couldn't see the effect he had on you. He was zipping up as you stopped to pull your own pants back up your legs.

"That was…amazing. Jesus Christ, Y/N, you've been holding out on me," he teased and you pushed him gently. "Ho hum, what to do with all these hours left?" He asked with a smirk.

"I could think of one or two things," you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, I do need some time to recuperate," he said, pulling a baggie of weed from his front pocket, "you down with just this for now?" He offered.

"Whatever you want, sweets." You purred at him, kissing him on the cheek.

#bender #john bender #john bender x reader #benderxreader #benderxfem!reader #breakfast club #the breakfast club #80s fanfic #john hughes #smut #smutfic #lemon #john bender lemon #bender lemon

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hii, i don't know if you still accept requests, but i love your writing and as a huge TLC fan i would really like to read something like Kai finding out he was Cinder's first kiss, it's just an idea but i think it would be so cute!!

"Tell me," he begged, his hands slipping down her waist as she scrambled to escape.

"No!" Cinder tried in vain to wriggle away, but on this couch that was definitely not meant for two, she was pinned under Kai's weight.

"Why not?" he pleaded, eyes sad and mouth pouty. "I told you mine."

Hearing the dejection, she stilled. Looking up at him, she bit her lip, stroking her metal hand along the stubble on his 3-day post shave jaw.

She was cursing herself internally. Sure, Kai had been the one to suggest they play hooky and spend their afternoon watching netdramas instead of writing legislative briefs. Sure, Kai had been the one to choose a D-Grade retelling of their love story, "The Key to My Metal Heart." They'd turned it off after twenty-minutes because Cinder swore if she had to see 'herself' moan about how she had 'always been' desperate for a boyfriend, she would shoot someone. The writers, maybe. Herself. Her mean husband for torturing her in the first place.

Kai had done all this. But when the Kai onscreen tearfully confessed that he'd never even kissed a girl, Cinder had been the one to ask Kai to verify his first kiss. And so, naturally, he reciprocated the question.

He frowned, deflating. "I won't you make fun of you, if that's why you won't tell me."

She looked away. "It's embarrassing."

"The Kai in the movie said he had such bad body odour that girls would run away from him. It can't be that embarrassing."

When she looked to the coffee table, averting her gaze, Kai changed his tactic, wrapping his arms around her in a hug instead of a hold. He smushed his cheek against hers.

"It was you," she murmured.

At this admission, he turned his head, casting her a quizzical glance. "What's wrong with that?"

She shuffled back into the pillows. "You didn't kiss me back."

After a moment, he barked out a laugh. "Cinder, you kissed me in front of the entire ballroom of people after telling me Levana was going to kill me. I was understandably confused."

She scrunched her nose. Kai shifted, releasing her from his arms and kissed that nose. "I promise I wanted to. You just surprised me. You're good at that."

"You mean it?"

"Is your lie detector flashing?"

Seeing no orange light, she smiled, assuaged. "I should've told you it was someone else. To make you jealous."

"You loser."

But this time when she kissed him, he was definitely kissing her back.

#thank you!#im not doing full fic requests but i will occasionally do mini fics like this #the lunar chronicles #tlc #lunar chronicles #linh cinder #kaider #emperor kai

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I don't have much time to draw new art so I'm gonna be posting bits and pieces of old HELLAWEEN art for #repostober these are some of my first drawings of the cast from 2014, MOST of these are hard to look at but there's a couple gems! fun fact: I came up with these characters for the first inktober so I had something fun to do for the month while I was miserable at an art internship I did not gel with post college. Now inktober is pretty dead but HELLAWEEN IS A BOOK.

#choosing to inflict psychic damage on myself #repostober #hellaween

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Congratulations on finishing Reverser!! Super excited to see Marc’s full header outfit when that episode comes out! Next on the docket is Party Crasher, right? Whenever you have the time after your fresh rewatch of the episode, what are your thoughts and opinions on Wayhem, his akuma, and Party Crasher’s plot?

Ughhh, I watched it once quickly because this was definitely a Temporary Hero episode (I watched all the episodes I knew for sure would have a temp hero in since I needed to figure out what power would be needed) and it was hard to watch. I just kept getting mad with the civilian plot:

Wayhem is...fine? In THIS episode. It's kind of easy to completely separate him from "Gorizilla" so he's fine in this episode alone (I can't personally get over how obsessive he was in "Gorizilla" but at least he apologized for it? I guess?? Well Adrien seems cool with it at least.)

This is one of the only episodes where the "misunderstanding" that creates the akuma actually feels like a genuine misunderstanding and miscommunication rather than one person jumping to crazy conclusions and then getting mad when they're incorrect (*cough* "Lady Wifi" *cough* "Reverser" *cough*)

His akuma design is fun and camp so I actually like it, but I'm very confused by his powers since he seems to have...many? Like, okay, he can "predict" his opponents movements and envisions it like a dance floor... AND he absorbs people and things into his disco hands by touching them... buuut he can ALSO zap you from a distance... but then he ALSO makes a helicopter?? Also he can apparently heal himself after King Monkey busts everyone out of his disco prison...

I was with you for those first three things but you lost me at HELICOPTER.

And then there's...the plot.

I had to watch this episode in halves because I was getting to mad. At Nino. It's just so weird that this show had one of it's main characters make a universally disliked decision: Breaking a Promise. Isn't that, like, Kid's Show 101, to teach you that you're supposed to keep your word? So why'd they make Nino not only go back on his promise to help Mylene and the girls, but rope other people into it too?? And then for Tikki to be shocked and horrified that Marinette lied and frame that as being wrong when Nino and the boys did the exact same thing! So it's only a big deal when Marinette does it, got it. And I HATE that the conclusion was "well it could've gone smoother but iT wAs fOr AdRiEn sO iT'S cOoL!"

Neither of you, none of you, should've broken your promise. THAT should've been the conclusion. All of them should've spent the end of the episode apologizing to the tree planting group and getting to work.

It's just a weird episode for so many reasons. For one, the girls either somehow didn't catch on to the obvious that aLL the boys were playing hooky on them or they just didn't care, except for Marinette. So even though we're supposed to think it's wrong of Marinette to dip out to prove the boys are lying, it doesn't seem to matter cuz clearly the girls aren't bothered! Breaking promises? Going back on your word? Leaving your friends hanging? Apparently it's not THAT big a deal, so who CARES if the boys or Marinette flake on purpose?

For another thing, I get that we have a limit on teenage boy models to fill this house party with, but I don't think the solution was EVERY GROWN ADULT MAN IN PARIS to crash a MIDDLE SCHOOLER'S HOUSE PARTY!

Roger comes for a "noise complaint" and stays for the foosball?

Astruc and Vincent/Guiseppe/Photographer dude come for a casting call for Adrien at his house? (Look, if the director and his casting photographer are coming to your house, skip the formalities, you already have the gig, let's be real, and also they came over when Adrien's guardians are out of the house, that's creepy).

And then Jagged Stone jumps through his window from his helicopter because he heard the music they were using???

None of these don't feel weird and kinda creepy, like you WEREN'T INVITED, say your piece and GET OUT! Or better yet DON'T COME! No, Nino, stop thinking this is cool, this is FREAKING WEIRD, stop teaching Adrien weird shit!

Put that into perspective for sec: Nino thinks Adrien would have a better time at a Dude's Only House Party (boring) with Randos then just letting his Girl Friends join them.

If they wanted this Boys vs Girls thing, they should've gone full in. Have the girls see through the excuses and let them be pissed. Let them want to confront the boys, but oh? Nino told the Bodyguard to specifically not let them in? What's that, music? Are they...they're having a PARTY?! They're having a PARTY instead of helping them PLANT TREES like they PROMISED AND they're DELIBERATELY EXCLUDING THE GIRLS FROM SAID PARTY?!

Oh this means War.

So make the shenangians about the girls trying and failing (or succeeding?) into getting into the party in increasingly ridiculous ways or something. Like, oh, THEY could call the police on the noise complaint and then get dumbstruck when Roger joins the party. Or have them notice that Adrien's fencing instructor and the Director are getting in so they think the party will be stopped by Adren's obligations and then getting ticked when that doesn't slow them down.

Dress up as Pizza Guys, Delivery Men, Classmates, ANYTHING to get in! Have them notice Wayhem and try to drag him in but because they've tried so many times THAT'S why the bodyguard doesn't let him in - because he's with the girls.

Just... you wanted this dumb Boys Club vs Girls thing, so commit you cowards, give me a WAR! I don't care for those kinds of dumb gender war episodes but at least don't half ass it if you're gonna do it!

As for the Boy Heroes Team thing, it feels wrong to give them a hero episode of their own when THEY are the bad guys in the Civilian Plot and to not have an equivalent Girl Heroes Team episode (instead they get a Girl AKUMAS episode, twice!). The idea is cool and I would've liked to see more squad episodes that weren't framed as "I-need-five-heroes-to-do-what-just-Chat-Noir-can-do" and were actually about teamwork, but our options are the Heroes Day Season 2 finale where they fell apart, or "Party Crasher".

Sigh.

At the end of day, the boys just look like jerks for ditching the girls, but the girls don't even care, so there's not even enough drive for Marinette to involve herself, and then the Marinette Sneaking In shenanigans aren't even fun, the randos showing up aren't fun (except Mr. Banana, he can stay), I guess Marinette and Nino (and the boys) punishment is cleaning up Adrien's room...? Like, good for Adrien that he doesn't get any backlash from his dad because it'd be wildly unfair for him to be the person who gets punished in this scenario, but nobody learned any lessons. It's just...

What was the point of all this?

At least I didn't have any complaints about Adrien for the most part.

#I probably won't use those ideas for SL because I honestly have too many different ways I could change the episode #it's actually hard for me to nail one direction down #ml salt #nino salt #writing salt #party crasher salt #marinette salt #an essay by zoe

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Dudley Dickerson

Dudley Henry Dickerson Jr. (November 27, 1906 – September 23, 1968) was an American film actor. Born in Chickasha, Oklahoma, he appeared in nearly 160 films between 1932 and 1952, and is best remembered for his roles in several Three Stooges films.

Given the era in which Dickerson performed, he was usually cast in stereotypical roles that were common in films of the time. His boundless energy can be seen in what are rather restrictive roles, and was a master at what has become known as "scared reaction" comedy. One of his early screen credits was the Our Gang comedy Spooky Hooky (1936), as a bemused caretaker. Dickerson also appeared in Soundies musical films with Dorothy Dandridge and Meade Lux Lewis; Big Joe Turner had recorded three numbers for Soundies but was not present for the filming, so Dickerson stood in for him and lip-synced his vocals.

Modern viewers will remember Dudley Dickerson for his portrayals of startled cooks, quizzical orderlies, frightened porters, and apprehensive watchmen in such Three Stooges films as They Stooge to Conga, A Gem of a Jam, and Hold That Lion! In Hold that Lion, he played a lovable train conductor who memorably bugged out his eyes and shrieked, "He'p, he'p, ah'm losin' mah mahnd!" when a lion attacked him and ripped the seat of his pants while he was shining a pair of shoes. This gag had been used by Moe in a previous short, but Dickerson's portrayal of the scene was so funny that the crew (and Dickerson himself) could hardly contain their laughter, as one can hear in the final release.

Probably Dickerson's most memorable role was that of the hapless chef in the Stooges' A Plumbing We Will Go, in which he uttered in bewilderment, "This house has sho' gone crazy!" He was also able to show the range of his acting talent in this role, able to raise a laugh from the audience by just giving a suspicious, sideways look to a kitchen appliance that had previously acted up. The footage would be recycled twice more in future Stooge comedies: 1949's Vagabond Loafers and 1956's Scheming Schemers. Both films included a newly filmed scene of a raincoat-clad Dickerson informing guests that "dinner's postponed on account of rain" (a turn of phrase usually used to describe the cancellation of a baseball game due to inclement weather).

Dickerson received featured billing in several Hugh Herbert comedies produced by Columbia Pictures, in which, as Herbert's valet, he is always in scary situations and reacts with comic terror.

In the early 1950s, Dickerson appeared in several episodes of TV's The Amos 'n' Andy Show, usually as a lodge member or Joe the Barber.

Dickerson had also appeared opposite Columbia comic Andy Clyde. When Columbia concluded its long-running Clyde series, producer Jules White called Dickerson back to appear opposite Clyde in a remake of the 1948 short Go Chase Yourself. To White's surprise, Dickerson had lost considerable weight and would no longer match the scenes filmed in 1948. White regarded Dickerson so highly that he filmed the new scenes anyway. Columbia released the film in 1956 as Pardon My Nightshirt.

Dickerson retired from acting in 1959. He died of a brain tumor in 1968 at age 61, and is buried at Lincoln Memorial Park in Los Angeles, California.

#historical #black history month #actor

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Masterlist

A/n: we love committing to something right before the busy season of my job and starting labs for my major.

Tag List: @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagram @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @jeonqqin @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @yangs-jeongin @binniebutter @orangegyu @little-precious-baby @raethethey @sofie296 @love-letters-2-jisungie @bluejayboys

SMIY Tag List: @sanccharine

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Series, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Idol au, Secret Relationship

Updates: Completed

Warnings: Cursing, Privacy Invasion, Dieting, Overworking, 18+Themes (eventually)

Summary: Privacy. Normalcy. Love. Y/n was ready to give all of that up when she became an idol. She was more than happy with the absence of those qualities in her life until a certain six foot mountain of sunshine and chaos was cast opposite her in her first drama. Confronted with the fact that she no longer knows what she wants; Y/n must decide if he’s truly worth giving up the life she’s dreamed of…and how much damage she’ll let happen before she makes a decision.

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Profiles Part One (Ateez)

Profiles Part Two (JINXX)

1. Pointy Elbows

2. Spit Fire

3. The Water Bottle

4. This Behemoth

5. The Uncle From Guam

6. Sunbae (🖋)

7. Bro

8. Stupid Goof Fuck

9. Finally Now It’s My Time

10. Playing Hooky (🖋)

11. I Made This Awkward (🖋)

12. 82.4%?

13. Big Ass SAT Word

14. Battle of Lockscreens

15. Genius Idea

16. Boss Bitch

17. Best Friend’s Brother

18. Taeyong

19. Come Eat Meee

20. SEONGHWA HYUNG

21: Addicted

22. @ bby_yn Stan Account

23. Seatmates

24. Hongjoong the Wise Old Tree

25. Screw Reincarnation (🖋)

26. Glitter, Orgasms, and Self Esteem

27. Don’t Look At Other Oppas

28. Green Eyed Monster

29. Alexa, Play Now or Never

30. Subtweeting

31. Not A Total Lie

32. You’ve Got to Be Fucking Kidding Me

33. Fuck You, Hobbit

34. Matz Wine Time

35. Horny Song (title tbd)

36: Progress Not Perfection

37. Shadow in the Night

38. The Tour Fairy

39. You Do Drugs????

40. Queer Baiting

41. 15 Hours

42. Something With Tequila

43. Girly Pop

44. What’s The Point Of Knocking (🖋)

45. Playground Dating

46. 4 Days, 3 Hours, and 27 Minutes

47. Feet Pics

48. Melon Head

49. Himbo Agenda

50. Fan War

51. Cyber Bullied

52. This Bitch

53. Sugar Baby

54. Concerned in Swidish

55. 6 Million Punching Bags

56. Exposed (🖋)

57. Grapes

58. The Truth

59. Suteki

60. Big Biggie

61. Not Your Fandom

62. Missed Calls

63. I’m Outside🖤

64. How Does This Make You Feel?

65: Yeosang’s Credit Card

66. Ice Cream

67. Mister Monster

68. The Universe is a Masochist

69. Unbiased But Not Really (🖋)

70. Boca Boca

71. Choo Choo

72. Meme War

73. Dipshit

74. Xanax

75. Special Kind of Joy

76. 💛

77. My Knees (Finale)

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Reading Hooky as a pjo stan is so exhausting. Like all you want is to just relax and enjoy this sparkly, new comic about witches and magic, and focus on the vibrant, original cast of characters but noOOo. Instead you gotta spend half the time beating pErcy fucking jACKSON back with a stick while he tries to gaslight you into believing that his name is "Mark" and he "belongs in this story" and he's "just a harmless little muffin man i swear!" Girl.

Does that look like a harmless little muffin man to you?

And NOOOOWW he's trying to convince this little kid to stay behind while he goes out and rescues his sister instead

GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?! YOU REMEMBER HOW THIS WENT DOWN LAST TIME!!!! STAHP!!!!

#im so stressed #hes a minor character but it's so distracting #also it's scary how relatable he is #hooky #percy jackson #hooky spoilers

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Former NIGHTWISH Vocalist ANETTE OLZON Releases New Solo Single 'Rapture'

Anette Olzon, the former powerhouse vocalist of NIGHTWISH and one half of the dynamic duo behind THE DARK ELEMENT alongside former SONATA ARCTICA guitarist Jani Liimatainen, has released the official music video for her new solo single, "Rapture". It is the title track of her third solo album, "Rapture", due on May 10 via Frontiers Music Srl. The clip was created by Patric Ullaeus from rEvolver Film Company and can be seen below.

Set to captivate audiences worldwide, "Rapture" promises to deliver an electrifying blend of heavy melodies and soaring vocals that solidify Olzon's esteemed status as one of the premier female voices in the metal genre.

Following in the footsteps of her critically acclaimed second solo album, "Strong", Anette once again teams up with acclaimed Swedish guitarist and producer Magnus Karlsson to craft a musical experience that pushes boundaries and excites the senses. Together, they have curated a collection of songs that showcase Anette's unparalleled vocal range, complemented by Karlsson's masterful riffs and the addition of growls by Johan Husgafvel, adding a dynamic layer to the album's sound.

"Rapture" seamlessly navigates through various musical genres, from symphonic to melodic power metal, with hints of melo-death, while maintaining an irresistibly catchy and melodious essence. Olzon's performance on this album is her most versatile yet, proving her ability to evolve and innovate while staying true to her signature style.

Renowned mixer Jacob Hansen, known for his work with PRETTY MAIDS, VOLBEAT and THE DARK ELEMENT, returns to the fold to ensure that "Rapture" achieves the perfect balance between heaviness and hookiness, resulting in an album that is both impactful and memorable.

"Rapture" is set to unleash its sonic fury upon the world, cementing Olzon's status as a force to be reckoned with in the metal music scene. Prepare to be swept away by the sheer power and beauty of Anette Olzon's "Rapture".

"Rapture" track listing:

Heed The Call

Rapture

Day Of Wrath

Requiem

Arise

Take A Stand

Cast Evil Out

Greedy World

Hear My Song

Head Up High

We Search For Peace

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Anette Olzon - Vocals Magnus Karlsson - Guitar, Bass, Keyboards Anders Köllerfors - Drums Johan Husgafvel - Growls

The Swedish-born singer originally joined NIGHTWISH in 2007 and recorded two studio LPs with the band before being dismissed in 2012 in the middle of the group's North American tour. She was replaced by former AFTER FOREVER frontwoman Floor Jansen.

Olzon reflected on her time with NIGHTWISH in a 2021 interview with Finland's Chaoszine. Asked how she looks back on the entire five-year experience, she said: "Well, it's mixed emotions. It was a hell of a ride. You know how it was with the media in Finland. And for me, I didn't understand what was happening because I didn't know how big the band was, since I don't live in Finland. So it was really fun the first years with everything and also crazy. I wasn't home a lot. They did their heaviest touring when I joined. All of a sudden, they wanted to do so many long weeks [on the road]. I remember just that I had a five-year-old son [and] I came home after five weeks. I was home one week. I didn't almost have time to unpack my bags before I went off again for four weeks. So I don't remember everything, to be honest. There are so many things that I don't remember. And also, of course, the last years where it wasn't such a nice atmosphere between us. And I had my third child, and things happened.

"So I remember it both with really happy, happy feelings, but also with very, very negative and sad feelings," she explained. "But, of course, it was an amazing experience, and it was my dream that came true to be a full-time singer in an amazing big band. And they are a super-good band. So I bless the albums that we did and will always cherish that time, of course."

Not long after Olzon was fired from NIGHTWISH 11 years ago, she claimed that an argument arose between her and NIGHTWISH when she asked for an Australian tour to be postponed during her pregnancy. Keyboardist Tuomas Holopainen suggested that Jansen should front the band on a temporary basis, but Olzon said no.

Anette explained in a 2014 interview: "I would have been too pregnant to go to Australia, so I wanted to push the dates back, but Tuomas didn't want that. Discussions about a substitute came up, and at first, I was, like, 'Yeah, well, okay.' But when they mentioned Floor, it was an automatic 'no' from me. I didn't think it was a good idea, because I knew what would happen — I knew the fans would love Floor, because she's a metal singer and I'm a pop singer, and I wanted to keep my job."

A year after NIGHTWISH fired Olzon, the band released a statement denying that she was dismissed because of pregnancy or illness. "We discovered her personality didn't fit this work community, and was even detrimental to it," the group said. NIGHTWISH went on to say that Anette was initially receptive to the idea of hiring a temporary replacement if she couldn't "manage everything," but that she later "took back her decision, and the difficulties really started. Fear of losing money and position seemed obvious." The band also insisted that "Anette and her company" were "paid a fifth of everything that was done during her time" with NIGHTWISH.

Since the end of her stint with NIGHTWISH, Olzon also formed THE DARK ELEMENT with Liimatainen. The group's self-titled debut album was released in 2017; a follow-up, "Songs The Night Sings", came out in 2019.

Olzon and noted progressive metal vocalist Russell Allen (SYMPHONY X, ADRENALINE MOB) released a collaborative album titled "Worlds Apart" in March 2020 via Frontiers Music Srl. The project was issued under the moniker ALLEN/OLZON. A follow-up album, "Army Of Dreamers", arrived in 2022.

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#anette olzon #Youtube

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He covers my mouth with his hand, eyes twinkling in mischief when he leans in closer, his breath against my jaw causing a warm tingle to spill into the pit of my stomach. “Be quiet,” Cardan tells me and I suck in a breath at his startlingly low tenor. A charm he knows he can’t quite use, yet the feeling it invokes is still subtle and teasing every cell in my blood. Maybe I forget to exhale because I start to feel lightheaded.

His tongue darts out, a warm trace against my skin and suddenly my chest is heaving against his, senses starting to flood and heighten. I feel the trail of his finger tip slide from the center of my throat to right between my breasts where my unsteady heart drums into his finger pad. My chest tightens, heavy and straining against my clothes, at the sensation of not being touched where I desperately want to be.

He lifts his head enough for me to make out his sharp edges despite the dim lighting. The moon casting its light through tall windows, weaving through stacks of papers and books, is the only way of light I have. Cardan licks his lips if not obscenely then very much wickedly, and so very aware of my lidded eyes that follow the dart of his tongue hungrily. If he’d not been holding me up, I’m sure I’d already be on my knees. His finger taps against my sternum, jarring me with its uneven beat. His eyes cast down, catching the bob of my throat as I swallow. His finger suddenly pressed on my skin — not hard, but enough pressure to cause a reaction. Slowly he moves it up and down, gently rubbing my skin until it feels raw.

“Can you do that for me, Jude?” It’s silent between us for the beat it takes me to understand his question, to run it back to what he’s requested; nothing but my heavy breaths and his nearly mirthful gaze. And then the bustle of noise behind the door we’re planted against, reminds me of why my answer should be no. I’m nervous now, for a completely different reason. The arms at my side twitches but I find my self stunned, unable to move them from their limp positions. Would I push him away if I could?

I know I wouldn’t when I find myself nodding slowly in final answer, my fluttering eyes trying to maintain his eye contact, my body feeling electric at the anticipation. He finally lets his digit reach the neckline of my bodice fingering the laces before he pulls at the knot and peels the fabric away from my skin. It’s just enough to expose my breasts, to let the air taste my skin. He draws a line down the path of on breast, filling the curve to the pointed tips. My moan is muffled against his hand, sounding like a pitiful whine when he only traces his path back to the center of my chest and down the other breast. I shut my eyes, willing my trembling hands to fist tightly to relieve my racing mind, to focus on the pricks of pain my fingernail instills on my palms instead of the overbearingly light touches from King Cardan.

“Promise me, Jude,” he removes his hand from my mouth, bringing it to the side of my jaw, inching his digits to weave into my hair. My lips part, greedily sucking in air. I feel absolutely minuscule standing before him in the dark than I ever did standing beside him on a dais. “Promise you’ll stay quiet for me,” completely aware that he’s unable to charm me, yet trusting me enough to keep my word. I peer up at him, wondering how we’ve gotten to this point. There’s a banquet or a party or a revel occurring just on the other side of this wall, and he’s here with me, hiding like school kids playing hooky.

My hands finally move on their own accord. I find the waistband of his pants, nestling my fingers against his warm skin, pleased to feel the tightening of his muscles if only for a moment. I pull him closer to me, or he lets me, at least, letting our hips meet. “If I don’t?” I whisper, brazenly. “If i scream your name right now?” His fingers grip my hair tightly, yanking my head back, forcing my gaze up. The hand that had been tracing my skin finally settles atop a breast, my nipple now caught between two of his fingers rolling it taught. I let out a noise, caught at the back of my throat, muffled by my own volition, finding that I’ve subconsciously decided I’m willing to play his game. Maybe it had been decided when he offered me his hand earlier and I took it without a thought, let him lead me away and didn’t think twice about entering the dark room with him.

He pinches me harder, testing me, and my mouth opens in a silent gasp. I tighten my grip on his pants, knuckles embedding into his skin. “I promise…” I whisper inaudibly. He brings his head closer as if to hear me better. When his fingers in my hair loosen, I lean forward burying my face into the crook of his neck. “I promise,” I repeat onto his skin. I bite down on his neck when the onslaught on my nipple becomes too much to bear. My fingers flatten against his stomach, just under his shirt and I think fleetingly that it feels wrong, somehow more dirty, that both of us are still clothed fully,

He eases his fingers on my breast, taking the pad of his thumb to soothe at the reddened skin. My body quakes but I’m at his mercy tonight. Cardan brushes my hair back, gentle as he skims the side of my cheek and guides my head backwards to look at me. He bends and traces my parted lips with his tongue. “Ah,” I let out, managing it to reel it in at the last second. It tickles when the rough tip licks at the supple skin of my lips. He teases before entering my mouth and stroking my tongue with his, coaxing it further into his mouth, sucking it and tasting it, coercing a sloppy dance that brings heat to my cheeks and down my chest.

My knees quiver, and my heart suddenly spasms when there’s a knock on the door. My body tenses, pulling away from him, panicked, when the knock becomes more insistent. Cardan is unbothered, however, only managing to quirk his brow, daring me to do a thing. The knob on the door jiggles roughly and I only understand much later that Cardan had locked the door before he’d even press my back against it.

He places a kiss to my neck, a nip on my skin just below, a stroke of his tongue just under, then quietly trails his lips to my neglected breast. Warmth engulfs the hardened peak as the door jerks behind me to no avail. “Hello?” Someone calls and I feel even more panicked when I realize that I recognize the voice. I let go of my hold on Cardan, one hand moving to grip deep in his curls as if seeking stability. The other hand is fisted and bitten down on by my teeth.

His tongue flicks at the bud, circles the pointed nerves, then gently bites down on it. I could cry, I realize, with how attentive he’s being, with how hyper aware he’s made me. He holds a palm flat against my stomach as if to keep me from sliding on to the floor, to keep my knees from locking. He takes more of me into his mouth sucking and lapping at my encased nerves. I bite down hard, grip his hair even harder.

“Is anyone in there?” Someone asks, irritation is in their tone now, aggression in their shove against the door, enough to make me wonder idly just where had Cardan dragged us? It’s fleeting though, because Cardan tugs at both nipples now, by hand and mouth respectively, and I bite down harder on my knuckles, tasting metallic not long after. He pulls away slowly to look at me, then winks when the aggravator on the other side threatens something like treason.

Cardan’s hand skims my body to meet the overstimulated skin, to thumb at the tenderness. He kisses my neck a few times, ignoring the commotion on the other side of the door, ignoring my turmoil, but utterly attentive to the way I’m spasming at his every touch. He holds me now, with a hand to the small of my back, the other one guides my hand out of my mouth. He kisses it sweetly, against every red mark and broken skin I’ve scarred onto myself. “You did so well,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl, for me.” He lays my hand on his shoulder and reaches between us, fisting my skirts, bunching up the material and finding a thigh to hook on to his hip. He settles between my legs and presses against me, hard where all my nerves are soft and sensitive. Unable to hold it in, I drop my head to his shoulder and let out a whimper. “Should I reward you now?” He asks, hardness slowly moving against the heat between my legs. My nails dig at his skin when he concedes, “I’ll let you scream as loud as you want.”

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lullabyes22-blog · 10 months

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Snippet - Wolf's Den - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

Mel and Silco play hooky.

Nsfw

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

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Evening falls in rainbow spectrums on the Festival of the Veiled Lady.

A starry sky is pinned over the crevasse of gabled rooftops. Under its glow, Zaun's cityscape looms from its chalky veil in vibrant impasto strokes. Revelry fizzes in the air: an aurora borealis of the senses. There are acrobatic troupes and illusionists; skirls of music and torrents of booze. Fireworks spiral up to the sky and confetti flutters down.

At the Promenade, the parades are a phantasmagoria. Everywhere there is a tide of masks and marionettes, dappled grins and glittering eyes. There are carapaces of ebon beetle shell; dominos of ribboned green silk; visors of cracked blue porcelain. The Fissurefolk flaunt a kaleidoscope of personas, each no more than an inversion of the self, truth bared behind a painted smile. At Entresol, the luminous braziers and masked bodies merge into a carousel. Everyone clasps hands and spins in the traditional reigen dance. The toccata and fugue mimic the rhythms of a giant throbbing heart. Desire suffuses the air. Every lilt of laughter lingers like perfume. At the Sumps, an intangible enchantment drapes the streets. Oracles weave fortunes from the tarot cards; legerdemainians conjure sleight-of-hand delights. People seek out cures for everything from broken hearts to maladies of the flesh. Others sit in knots on the sidewalks as seances unfold, eliciting long-forgotten spirits.

The magic leaves nobody untouched.

The Festival is a three-day extravaganza: pent-up whimsy bubbling up from Zaun's murky, cynical shell. It marks the end of the solstice, when the encroaching darkness flattens the sunlight into green arteries between the cracks. The days are at their shortest; the nights at their sultriest.

Liminal spaces open up. Boundaries part like gossamer. The earthly and the eldritch waltz arm-in-arm. Rumor goes that if you cross the right spot at midnight, a portal coalesces to the realm of the Veiled Lady herself: a fairyland where every desire is fulfilled.

For a price.

The windows of the Laguna Lounge are translucent with multicolored fog. A veil of privacy in Silco's bower.

The lamps on either endtable of the bed are softly-lit. They cast from under their latticed shades a swirling pattern across the room. From a hook by the door, two masks dangle: a white domino with gold trim to symbolize the Fox, and a black faceplate with blue accents to signify the Deep.

A pair of steel-toed boots and two dainty sandals are flung on the floor, a pile of shed coats leading to a clothes tree knocked onto its side, laddered silk stockings and a white wisp of lingerie stripped off by a chair. On the carpet, the breadcrumb trail picks up again: a tweed waistcoat, a red button-down shirt, the satiny heap of an ivory gown. At a dresser chair, a pair of trousers are carelessly flung. A belt and the geometric glints of gold hairpieces are scattered an arm's length away.

The strip-tease describes a path of two bodies in a game of cat-and-mouse through a labyrinthine maze of their own making—sometimes propped against furniture, sometimes on hands and knees, sometimes sprawled sideways. No music to accompany the performance, except ragged breaths and the occasional sharp cry. The twilit air is static with the ghostly images of two bodies coupling insatiably as they pounce and maul, capture and crawl.

On the bed, the white linens are a damp tangle. By the lamp-glow, Mel Medarda's smooth gold-plated back crests above the sheets. She sits astride Silco, her body swaying rhythmically, dewed with sweat. Up and down; side to side. Such exquisite deliberation. Her hair, usually pinned in elegant whorls around her skull, is entirely undone. It hangs in a mass around her face, a fistful of inky corkscrews caught across her open mouth.

Silco takes in the glossiness of that mouth, the lushness of it. The richness of her. A body fit for a voluptuary's feast. Languidly uninhibited, but even now, her wickedness is braided with refinement. She croons with each motion. No dirty words, just erotic music. Her manicured fingernails drag across his chest but leave no marks. Soft hands, softer skin. Her bon mots sweet as bonbons.

"The way you're eyeing me," she whispers.

"Hmmm?"

"I think—" Her breath jitters, "I've wandered into the Wolf's den."

"Wander? Hardly." Silco's half-smile is a serrated slash. "Invited yourself in, rather."

"An intemperate curiosity."

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #arcane mel #mel medarda #melco #silco x mel #forward (never forget)/xoxo #forward but never forget/xoxo #snippet

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literaticat · 6 months

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If a book sells a ton of copies but receives very poor reviews, would the publisher care? Or because it sold a lot and they made lots of money the reader reception doesn't matter?

There are plenty of mega-bestselling books that received very poor critical reviews in the press. And no, I don't think the publishers give one fig, they are too busy gathering their money! (I mean I'm sure they'd LOVE it if their books all got starred reviews and glowing accolades and awards and whatever -- but a book being considered "good" by five snobs in NYC and London doesn't keep the lights on.)

Just as we see with so-called "trashy" movies and TV shows -- there are some things that are legitimately not good, like from a craft standpoint or whatever -- but are extremely appealing to regular consumers. They scratch an itch -- and in THAT sense, they are very very good.

For example: LOVE IS BLIND on Netflix is not GOOD by any critical metric. It's an embarrassing, witless, ridiculous "experiment" cast with a bunch of fools, all of whom need therapeutic intervention. Is it going to get a glowing review in the NYT or on NPR? Absolutely not. Did I watch every minute of it AND the reunion? Bien sûr, avec plaisir. Same same with our ocean-going friends on Bravo's BELOW DECK or the bling-filled shenanigans of REAL HOUSEWIVES -- these programs are not trying to be critical darlings, they are trying to be appealing and hooky for a mass audience who like gossip and scandal.

Now the thing there is, VIEWERS love these programs, regardless of what critics or pundits say. 50 SHADES OF GRAY is not going to win a Pulitzer Prize -- but out of tens of thousands of reader reviews, it's clear that the majority of READERS really like it. (And yes, thousands HATED it, too, or just thought it was Meh -- but TENS of thousands of readers loved it for what it was, enough so that the haters don't matter, and the point is, love it or hate it, everyone READ it.)

So -- to answer your question (finally lol) -- I think it depends. If critics pan a book but readers are passionate about it (whether for good or ill) and it sells a lot of copies -- the publisher is happy. If critics pan a book or ignore a book, and readers pan it or ignore it, and it doesn't sell a lot of copies, the publisher is not happy.

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People in civilized society don't take their clothes off and jump in to lakes... But Jeremiah doesn't spend his spare time with Mortem because he misses the rules of the courteous world he slaves away for.

With his many fancy layers set aside, he joins the witch in her soak, a slight smirk curling his lips. If someone happened to see him in this state with his company of choice, he likely wouldn't give a damn for how nice the water feels. Those layers don't breath very well in the heat.

@muddsludge

She peered his way, only her eyes visible as she watched him mostly respectfully. Mostly. Though she was certain Jeremiah was used to her casting him a look now and then, admiring him when she usually thought he wouldn't notice. Then other times, a little more obviously. What was she supposed to say or do? Deny he was attractive? No. Even though Jeremiah had enough sense to know he was a fine looking man, she didn't mind boosting his ego a little now and then. (Or a lot, if he was keen enough to catch her watchful gaze more often than she realized.)

"Aren't you glad I told you to come play hookie?" She finally redirected her attention, her voice laced with amusement as she shifted to half float in the water. It felt nice... she loved the warmth spring brought but floating like this was just as good.

She could spend hours like this - and frequently has before. Typically alone but having company was nice, as well. This almost felt normal - or, the human's standard of normal, she'd suppose. How they'd describe what time was meant to feel and be like when spent with one they were fond of.

Mortem stretched her arms out of the water and above herself, enjoying how the warm rays of the sun felt against her inked skin. She watched a moment as the lazy droplets trailed down her limbs before she promptly dropped them back into the water. Fingers laced over her abdomen as her eyes shut, content to simply drift within his vicinity. The lightness she felt channeled through their bond; that something so simple as time spent doing something so mundane together could put the witch at ease.

She liked seeing just what things from her world he found peace with and sharing them. It was a simple joy to feel again.

#muddsludge #asks #mort: WATCHES DISRESPECTFULLY AS HE DISROBES WITH EASE NOW #she used to have to nag him to strip on hot days and look at him go. his character arc was learning to shed clothes uwu

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seastarlily · 1 year

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Interesting Minor Facts About the Main Cast of “SpongeBob SquarePants”

SpongeBob SquarePants

- Birthday is July 14th, 1986 (“Sleepy Time”).

- Favorite color is beige (“You Don’t Know Sponge”).

- Favorite food is Krabby Patties (“You Don’t Know Sponge”).

- Favorite ice cream flavor is plain vanilla (“You Don’t Know Sponge”).

- Can knit (“Goo Goo Gas”, “Gramma’s Secret Recipe”, “New Digs”, and “Bulletin Board”).

- Is ambidextrous (demonstrated across many episodes but is outright stated in “You Don’t Know Sponge”).

- Main instrument of choice is ukulele (“F.U.N.”, “SpongeGuard on Duty”, “The Camping Episode”, “Single Cell Anniversary”, “Smoothe Jazz at Bikini Bottom”, “Hello Bikini Bottom!”, and “Say Awww!”) but can also play electric guitar (“The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie”, “Krabby Road”, and “Lights, Camera, Pants!”), drums (“New Digs”), and organ/keyboard/piano (“Something Smells”, “Tentacle-Vision”, and “A Place for Pets”).

- The glasses he wears while jellyfishing are modeled after his voice actor Tom Kenny’s.

Patrick Star

- Birthday is August 17th (“SpongeBob SquarePants Annual 2014”).

- Favorite color is aquamarine (“You Don’t Know Sponge”).

- Favorite ice cream flavor is dill pickle swirl with mustard and extra bacon bits (“You Don’t Know Sponge”).

- Is right-handed (“You Don’t Know Sponge”).

- Can knit (“Bulletin Board” and “Old Man Patrick”).

- Went to community college (“The Bully”).

- Has a thing for mermaids (“The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie” and “Welcome to the Bikini Bottom Triangle”).

- Is 1/16 Amoeba and a distant cousin to Gary the Snail (“Rule of Dumb”).

- Main instrument of choice is drums (“The Camping Episode”, “Band Geeks”, “Krabby Road”, “The Inmates of Summer”, “Tentacle-Vision”, and “Lights, Camera, Pants!”) but can also play electric guitar and synthesizer (“The Inmates of Summer”).

Squidward Tentacles

- Birthday is October 9th (“SpongeBob SquarePants Annual 2014″).

- His middle initial, “Q.”, stands for “Quincy”.

- Is right-handed (“Artist Unknown”).

- Has appeared in more episodes than Patrick, despite being the tritagonist of the series.

- Besides canned bread (“Squidville”), his favorite food is ice cream (“The Fish Bowl”).

- Knows basic karate (“Squid Defense”, “SpongeBob You’re Fired!”, and “Pineapple RV”).

- Main instrument of choice is clarinet but can also play piano (“Dying for Pie”, “Pest of the West”, and “Atlantis SquarePantis”) and electric guitar (“Krabby Road”).

- Never went to college (“Drive Thru”).

- Is claustrophobic (“Wishing You Well”) and acrophobic (“Are You Happy Now?”), although the latter phobia apparently can vary (“No Hat for Pat”).

- Is allergic to nuts (“Feral Friends”), seaberries (“Restraining SpongeBob”), snail slime (“Once Bitten”), and too many snails/pets in one place (“Sanctuary!” and “A Place for Pets”).

- Has cooked Krabby Patties in SpongeBob’s absence successfully ("Employee of the Month," "Bubble Buddy," "Breath of Fresh Squidward," "The Good Krabby Name," and "Super Evil Aquatic Villain Team Up is Go!”) more times than unsuccessfully ("Pickles," "Hooky," and "The Algae's Always Greener").

- The recumbent cycle he rides is based on his voice actor Rodger Bumpass’s.

Sandy Cheeks

- Birthday is November 17th (“SpongeBob SquarePants Annual 2014″).

- Has a twin brother Randy (“Rodeo Daze”) and an older sister Rosie (“Sandy’s Nutty Nieces”).

- Her middle name is either “Olivia” (“SpongeBob SquarePants Ocean 3D: Facts & 3D Pics”) or “Jennifer” (“SpongeBob SquarePants: The Broadway Musical”).

- Can play electric guitar as well as acoustic (“Band Geeks” and “Lights, Camera, Pants!”).

Eugene Krabs

- Birthday is November 30th, 1942 (“Sleepy Time”).

- His middle initial, “H.”, stands for “Harold”.

- Can play piano (“The Fry Cook Games” and “Goodbye, Krabby Patty?”), keytar (“Band Geeks”), and xylophone (“Lights, Camera, Pants!”)

- Can paint (“Selling Out”).

- Can knit (“Goo Goo Gas”, “Bulletin Board”, and “Plankton’s Intern”).

- Used to skateboard as a kid and can still do it pretty well (“The Grill is Gone”).

- While he prefers sea shanties, he’s also developed a taste for electronic/techno music (“Jellyfish Hunter”, “Krab Borg!”, “The New Leaf”, “Burst Your Bubble”, “Stuck on the Roof”, and “My Two Krabses”).

Sheldon Plankton

- Was born on the same day as Mr. Krabs (November 30th, 1942) making them exactly the same age (“Friend or Foe”).

- Is the only character with a middle initial whose middle name is not known, although some fans believe it could be “James”.

- Can paint (“Bucket Sweet Bucket”, “Sweet and Sour Squid”, and “Plankton’s Old Chum”).

- Knows basic karate (“C.H.U.M.S.” and “Chum Defense”).

- His instruments of choice are piano and keyboard (“Band Geeks”, “Krabby Road”, “Lights, Camera, Pants!”, and “There Will Be Grease”).

- Hates the taste of pineapple (“Pineapple Invasion”).

#Going Jellyfishing #SBSP #Text #SpongeBob SquarePants #Patrick Star #Squidward Tentacles #Sandy Cheeks #Eugene Krabs #Sheldon Plankton #I’m sure there’s more than these but these are just what I know.

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Completed Lgbtq+ Webtoons to Binge (Originals edition)

Most of these are already pretty popular, and some of them are primarily available irl, but honestly you could just take this as an opportunity to reread some of your favorites.

Muted - A fantasy story with a really distinct art style that handles themes of parental abuse, generational trauma, and found family extremely well. The main character finds out that she is descended from two powerful witch clans and summons a wholesome plant demon, while dealing with her own mental health problems and rapidly expanding family. Primarily wlw rep, with a canon polyamorous ending! The author is also currently creating another comic, LoveBot, with their partner.

Always Human - A slice-of-life wlw romance in a gorgeous sci-fi setting. The hook is that most characters in this world can mod their appearance and health, but one of our main girls is allergic to them. This one is just really cute, and extremely diverse, with agender, aroace, gay and poly side characters. There's a physical copy shorter than the full webtoon that I highly recommend if you want to introduce any of these groups to kids in an age-appropriate way!

Cape of Spirits - A fantasy webtoon, based on a fictional video game from another of the author's comics. Extremely engaging and satisfying story, and has a lot of cool action scenes! There's also a surprising amount og rep - a nb robot (which I know can be a :/ trope, but indvidual robots are unique and there is another robot who uses she/her), a wlw couple, and a catradora-esque mlm main couple.

Castle Swimmer (s. 1) - This comic is ongoing (and incredibly popular), but the first season can also stand on its own. It's a love story between a merman who's supposed to fulfill prophecies for different kingdoms and the prince who's supposed to kill him. Thankfully it doesn't fall into the tropes of having the main couple constantly bicker or threaten each other, they talk a lot about finding a balance between living your life for yourself and others. Love this one so much, and it's very diverse and kid-friendly (some blood and heavy ideas, maybe like 4th-5th grade level)! There is a transfem main character in the first season, aroace and bi main characters in the second season, overall just has gorgeous art and creative concepts and wholesome relationships.

Hooky - adorable fantasy webtoon about a family of witches and their friends (~at first~). The main characters are a pair of twins, one of whom is fated to become 'king of the witches' and overturn the humans oppressing them, but in between the tense moments there is a lot of heart and loveable characters. The mlm characters don't really join the cast until roughly halfway through, but it's still well worth reading. It's also being released as physical books & mostly child appropriate.

Kind of Love (1 & 2) - Collections of short stories by different authors. Not all of them are lgbtq+, but the ones that are hit - there's a lesbian mourning the loss of her wife and adopting a cat, a transbian who's working to come out to her family and yt audience, a mlm story about a ghostbuster, and a boba shop worker who falls for an agender ghost. All of the stories in this collection are really good and worth checking out :DD

The Fever King - This is actually an adaptation of a published novel, which is pretty cool. It's mostly set in a military academy run by a corrupt government, and the main character is one of the only survivors of a plague that decimated his family. It has aspects of both fantasy and sci-fi, and is pretty graphic for a webtoon - major tws for sexual and emotional abuse. The main character and his love interest are mlm, but *spoilers* they don't have a happy ending, so I would recommend reading it only if you're into the plot and/or have access to the sequels.

Phantom Paradise - Gorgeous art, fantasy webtoon about a boy who serves as a concubine to the empress of hell to save his boyfriend. This one is a bit heavier than The Fever King, it has heavy depictions of abuse and the main character is a WW2 veteran. I actually learned a bit about Chinese history and culture from this, albiet highly fictionalized. The ending isn't the happiest, but if you like a lot of fantasy fights and dramatic flashbacks you'll probably like this.

Unfortunately, a lot of these are just wlw or mlm romance, because a lot of the webtoons with trans rep I'm reading are ongoing (and there generally aren't enough tqia+ webtoons). If you have any favorites that I missed, please recommend them!

I'm going to make a post below with some Canvas webtoons to check out, which might not be as well known :)

#Webtoon #Lgbtq+ representation #Castle swimmer #Muted #Hooky #if you liked heartstopper you might like some of these #Yes #I have found some of these by searching 'gl and reading whatever comes up #Sue me #abuse tw #Assault mention tw

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