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bby-deerling · 3 months

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one piece men: when you're jealous (vol. ii)

more jealousy headcanons! these are also a bit suggestive (mainly kid's part) so beware! cross guild is next >:^)

ft. luffy, ace, kid

vol. i (zoro, sanji, law) || masterlist

luffy

a chance meetup with the kuja pirates has soured your mood as you watch luffy and hancock from afar. the food is far more mesmerizing to him than she is, but the way she purposely keeps you apart from your partner; as you hear her swoon again about the prospect of marriage, you sigh and hang your head.

luffy is the type to notice something is wrong and ask about it, forcing you to fess up about how you're feeling to him. he doesn't understand why you're so worked up about hancock's doting over him; after all, he's with you and not her! if you bring it up with him, he will giggle and laugh before ruffling your hair and telling you not to worry so much about something stupid.

pointing out the way she excludes you prompts him to either confront her, making hancock flustered as she tries to defend herself good luck, she's even more angry at you now, or just shoehorns you into any conversation that he's in by force. he loves you and doesn't want you to feel left out!

telling him you're jealous will make him be more physically affectionate, pulling you close and looping one of his arms multiple times around your waist while he shoves food into his face with the other. expect sloppy kisses that leave crumbs on your cheek. (he will lick them off, don't worry!)

ace

you're no stranger to the amount of heads that ace turns, but the familiarity of it doesn't dull the pain. he's beautiful, polite, charismatic, and kind; it makes him a magnet, and sometimes he can't separate himself from the pull. he was supposed to bring your drink back ages ago, but two women hang on his arms at the bar—that is until he falls asleep and slumps over onto the ground.

when ace wakes up, he is all smiles upon noticing he's curled up in his own bed on the moby dick; his grin falls when he sees you're clearly upset with him. at first he thinks it's because you and marco had to go to the trouble of dragging him back to the ship, but he can't help but laugh when you tell him it's because you were jealous.

he insists he was only being friendly, and that he was really going to be right back with your drinks, but you accuse him of liking the attention and he can see the hurt and sense of rejection brimming in your eyes. he knows what it's like to feel unwanted, and switches gears as he focuses on reassuring you.

ace pulls you under the covers and smothers you face in kisses, whispering soft apologies as he slowly makes your anger fade away. he may be a bit too friendly at times, but the affection he seeks from you is all he needs to keep his heart full.

kid

it was bound to happen at some point; he was the supernova with both the largest bounty on his head and the largest ego. you knew he was a flirt, but you had been at sea since the start of your relationship, and nearly forgot about the womanizer he becomes the second he gets a single crumb of attention. killer says to let it go and give him hell later, but the way that woman is draped across his lap makes you want to bust his nose up so hard it breaks back to it's natural position.

be prepared to either fuck or fight—they're the only two options here. confronting him only results in him asking you why you weren't on his lap to begin with; if he really wants to rile you up, he'll tell you if you snooze you lose. he's a jerk about it, but the way you're getting possessive riles him up and makes his focus shift solely on you.

if you choose to fight with him, he won't step out—he's lost interest in flirting and has a sour taste in his mouth now—and will probably follow you back to the victoria punk, arguing with you the entire way. both of you refuse to sleep elsewhere, and end up having the worst rest of your life, backs turned to each other as icy tension hangs in the room. in the morning, he rolls over, drapes his arm around you, and grumbles a sorry, won't do it again in your ear as he kisses your cheek.

if you choose to work out your problems in bed, he's relentless about teasing you for being jealous. it strokes his ego to be wanted, and seeing you mewling as you fall apart around him after being so full of fire and fury does something to him. afterwards, he promises you that he won't flirt again, but makes you promise to hang by his side next time instead of drinking in the corner with killer.

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flowerandblood · 6 months

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Rage | Revenge | Relief

[ modern! • Aemond x stepsister! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, angst, smut, kind of incest but not really, mention of marital infidelity ]

[ description: Aemond thinks his life couldn't get any more fucked up until his mother tells him and his little brother that her partner and his daughter are coming to live with them. He gives them a wide berth until one night when he overhears a conversation between his stepsister and her mother. The power of angst, dark, bitchy Aemond. Anon request. ]

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When his mother decided to divorce his father, he immediately knew who he was going to live with − he had no intention of sitting at home with a man who had paid him no attention all his life. What he didn't suspect at the time was that there was something else behind his parents' separation besides a total lack of affection − or, in fact, someone.

Criston Cole.

When he found out about their affair, when his mother admitted to him that it had been going on for years he didn't speak to her for a month − not because he thought she had no right to really fall in love, but because she was always telling him about the principles of faith in God, the importance of fidelity and virtue.

When he met Alys at one of the parties he went to with his friends from university, when he saw the look she gave him he decided he didn't give a damn − they fucked in the men's bathroom like animals and then went to her place to do the same.

He stayed with her for longer than he had originally intended, not taking calls from his mother.

He eventually returned home; he had his studies to finish, however it was how long he disappeared for that started to worry his mother.

He didn't tell her who he was seeing and why, recognising that he no longer trusted her.

The thought of moving in with Alys occurred to him when one day his mother announced to him and Daeron that Criston and his daughter would be moving into their house − he laughed at her words, shaking his head and said that if they moved in, he would move out, making her burst into tears.

He had the impression that he didn't feel anything anymore.

That he was empty.

Everything seemed strangely funny to him, meaningless.

The day they arrived he sat locked in his room; Alys was sending him naked pictures of herself with messages about what she wanted him to do with her when he came to visit her.

On the one hand it turned him on, on the other it embarrassed him, he wondered how a grown woman could be so desperate.

He was more cautious than her, sending her pictures of his dick didn't thrill him even though she sometimes begged him to do it.

She was just texting him about what position he was going to fuck her first when his mother knocked on his room.

"Aemond. Will you come down to say hello?" She asked softly, hopefully. He pressed his lips together feeling a squeeze in his heart, tapping out a reply to Alys on the keypad of his phone.

Silence.

He heard her give up and go down the stairs.

He felt tears under his eyes, felt rage at the thought that these strangers would now be roaming his house, taking his space, making him uncomfortable even here.

He managed not to see any of them for a few days and felt wonderful about it, going to class first thing in the morning, spending afternoons and evenings with Alys, only coming home late at night.

However, when he came back one time, he saw, putting his keys back on the shelf, that the glass patio door was pushed open.

She noticed a girl similiar to Criston, with his dark hair and big eyes; she was sitting sideways to him on one of the wicker chairs, wearing a thick, light jumper and shorts, her hair loose, as if she was already going to bed.

He saw her nervous gesture, her fingers pressed to her mouth, her eyebrows arched in pain, her whole figure tensed as if someone had just tortured her.

"And what is she like? Have you met her?" He heard the sound echoing from the speaker of her phone, saw her lower her gaze, her lips slightly parted.

"I don't know. She's just normal, Mum. Kind." She mumbled, her voice soft and calm, scared, girlish, young, innocent.

He knew he shouldn't eavesdrop on this, but he just stood and looked at her, unmoving from his spot, standing in the shadows in the corridor.

"Kind? Has she bribed you yet? Is she prettier than me?" The voice on the other end of the receiver was getting more aggressive and frustrated − he saw the girl scowl inwardly, shaking her head, lifting her shoulders up as if she didn't know what to answer.

"She didn't bribe me, she just…I don't know, Mum, I don't know what you want to hear from me, she's just a normal ordinary woman."

"DON'T LIE!"

He saw her cover her face with her hand as she trembled all over; he knew she couldn't take it, he saw tears start to run down her cheeks.

"− I'm not lying mum, I already told you, I moved out with dad for now because it's closer to my university from here, I −"

"You left me. After what he did to me. Was it worth it? For those few miles? To live in the beautiful big house of your favourite daddy's lover?"

"Mum, stop, please." She begged like a small child who asks a parent to stop hitting him already, that she had already understood her lesson, that she would be good now.

He had no idea why he felt a tightness in his throat looking at it, why his heart was pounding like crazy, why he couldn't move or breathe.

"You don't love me anymore. If you loved me you wouldn't have gone with him. You wouldn't have left me. I hope you like your new mum. Good night." She said and suddenly there was the sound of an earphone being hung up.

The girl burst out sobbing, leaning her whole body forward − he had never witnessed anything like it before in his life.

Why is it always the children who have to pay for their parents' mistakes?

He felt he should go upstairs, he felt he should leave her, but instead he moved towards the fridge, opening it. He heard her jump up surprised, only now spotting him through the glass, not knowing what to do, whether she should go or wait for him to leave first.

He, however, pulled out two cold beers and opened them with a loud pop of the cap; he walked outside, placing one in front of her, the other in front of him, sitting down in the chair opposite her, taking a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket.

"If you tell my mother I smoke, I will kill you. Do you understand? I'll make your life a living hell." He muttered, lighting his cigarette from the flame of the fire and took a drag, leaning comfortably against the backrest.

She looked at him with her mouth slightly parted, her eyes wide open, her cheeks all red − he thought she looked like a pet that children really want to have when they are little, a rabbit or a dog, a faithful companion and friend with big eyes.

She squeezed her eyes shut at his words and shook her head, massaging her forehead with her hand, as if she couldn't believe what he was saying.

"Nice to meet you too. I'm guessing that you are the Nicest of Alicent's sons." She said ironically.

Despite the harshness and mockery in her words, she said them so softly and warmly that he snorted with a grimace of amusement, shaking the ash from his cigarette onto the tiles beneath them with a tap of his finger.

"Yeah, that must be me." He hummed, looking to the side, exhaling the smoke loudly through his nose, reaching for the beer bottle − he took a long, loud sip from it, setting it down with a loud hiss of the baubles inside.

"Your mummy is always so pleasant?" He asked, looking at her curiously, wondering why he was so intent on bringing her out of her shell.

Why he was so cruel.

She, however, looked at him indifferently, unmoved; she smiled at his words lowering her gaze, her cheeks red from tears. She shrugged her shoulders.

"She's had a bit of a change of heart since she discovered my father was fucking your mother in their bed. But you probably wouldn't care. You don't seem like the kind of person who enjoys unnecessary drama. Right?" She muttered, leaning back, taking the cold beer he gave her in her hand and took a sip from it, turning the bottle in her hands.

He squinted his eyelids, wondering what kind of girl she was, what she might have wanted.

He liked being in control of what was going on and he wanted to work her out as soon as possible, to see what she cared about, to have her in his grasp like he had Alys.

"And what do you think about it?" He mused, slipping his cigarette into his mouth and taking a drag with a quiet hiss, not taking his eyes off her.

He saw that she was glancing at his scar, at his fake eye, and he felt frustration.

"I think that's my business." She said softly, spreading herself comfortably in the chair, lifting her knees up so that he could see her pleasantly firm thighs perfectly. "I only confide in friends."

He raised an eyebrow and sneered, taking another deep sip of beer, finding her naivety charming in a way; he figured she was younger than him by about two or three years.

"What conditions do you have to meet to be your friend?" He asked lowly, and she looked at him indulgently, a dreamy smile on her lips.

"You have to not be a cold, sophisticated dick." She said calmly.

He smiled broadly at her words, however the smile did not reach his eyes, wide open, empty and cold.

"I don't think I meet your requirements then. What about fucking? Can you imagine the face of our parents if they found out? Sweet God." He chuckled shaking the ash off his almost-smoked cigarette again with his pointing finger − he saw that she raised an eyebrow in disbelief and laughed lightly, as if he had actually amused her.

"I admire the level of your insolence. I really do. I'm full of appreciation." She said, smiling in a way that made him feel uncomfortable − he sensed that he had drawn from her the opposite reaction to the one he wanted. He licked his lower lip, looking at her intensely.

"If I offered you to come with me to my room, would you go?" He asked teasingly, wanting to pander to her, wanting to dominate her verbally. She cocked her head, a soft smile never leaving her face.

"Why not."

He swallowed loudly glancing down at her thighs, feeling a strong throbbing in his trousers at her words, his cock expressing an overwhelming desire to carry out his plan.

Fuck.

Actually, why not?

He rose dropping his cigarette to the ground and extinguishing it with his boot, grabbing a bottle of his beer with his hand, walking back out into the dining room − he heard her get up and move behind him.

They both walked quietly upstairs and headed for his room. He walked in taking a loud sip of his beer, turning over his shoulder to look at her − she came in behind him with her bottle, closing the door quietly, just standing and looking at him in complete darkness.

"So?" She asked quietly, lightly, making him completely hard.

He could fuck her while his mother and her father slept in the next room.

He could cum inside her and then look her father straight in the eye at dinner.

"Take off your jumper." He muttered as he drank his beer to the end, setting the empty bottle down on the ground, pulling his leather jacket off his shoulders.

He watched as she obeyed his command without a word, she had a T-shirt underneath, apparently the top of her pyjamas − he could clearly see the outline of her nipples and breasts through the thin material.

"Come here." He instructed, and she approached him slowly, looking at him with those warm, soft eyes of hers; he took the beer from her and set it down on the nightstand by his bed, then glanced up at her.

"I'm not kidding. If you don't leave now, we're gonna fuck." He said dryly, and she blinked, looking at him without a shadow of surprise.

Seriously?

He chuckled seeing that she hadn't moved from her spot, reaching a hand to his belt buckle, undoing it.

"Get undressed."

He stared at her with wide eyes as she pulled her T-shirt over her head, her lovely breasts firm, looking like those of the busts of Aphrodite created by ancient sculptors.

"Not your first time, is it?" He murmured, pulling off his tight black blouse. She shook her head − he could see she was breathing a little faster at the sight of his bare chest.

"Does your daddy know about this?" He asked amused, and she shook her head quickly, looking at him horrified.

"Are you going to tell him about it?" She asked startled, and he chuckled under his breath, pulling her close in a confident motion.

"Please. I suspect you don't do fucked up stuff like me anyway, kid. My mother would be very disappointed in me if she found out, you know?" He hummed and lifted her by her hips, laying her on her back on his bed, kneeling over her.

They both looked at each other and giggled as if they were doing something joyful − he couldn't believe how turned on he was, how much his heart was pounding.

"You know they'll fucking kill us if they find out?" He asked in a trembling voice as if he wanted to make sure she knew what she was doing. She nodded, her eyes were shining.

He thought they both wanted revenge on them.

And even though it was childish, he felt a kind of affection and tenderness for her.

He thought she understood him, that he would make her feel good.

"Such a good girl. Your dad raised you well. But your big brother will teach you better." He gasped, panting along with her, slipping off his trousers and boxers. She looked at him intently, squirming beneath him, her cheeks red, her eyes big and trusting, her lips parted, plump and shiny.

She looked at him as if she had known him for years.

As if they were doing it together for the hundredth time.

With a sure, light movement he slid her shorts and panties off her thighs − they were left completely naked in front of each other, and for some reason feeling no shame, she reached out to him. He leaned over her and let her embrace his neck.

He brushed her lips with his, at first just to try how she tasted, and then he sink deeper into them, pleasantly full and moist. He slid his tongue down her throat with her loud purr, in his other hand taking his cock, jerking it a few times in his palm, the tip of it glistening and pink, sticky from his precum.

"− will you be a good girl for your big brother? hm? −" He murmured into her mouth and she nodded, panting as he did, her thighs parted in front of him in a surprising gesture of trust.

He slid his hand between her legs to check her condition and smirked feeling it was as he suspected, his fingers spreading her wetness all over her hot womanhood, teasing her clit with calm strokes, making her body shudder, her lips parted in silent, innocent moans.

"− I haven't even touched you yet, and you're already leaking? − I'm beginning to wish I'd introduced myself to you sooner −" He gasped, rubbing her with sure, circular motions, her hips coming up against him, looking for any source of friction.

He groaned low, surprised, when her small, soft hand caught his length and with a calm, sure movements began to squeeze it, massaging it up and down, feeling it throb hard in her grasp.

"− your loss, big brother −" She whispered sweetly, looking at him with such an innocent smile that he felt like laughing and telling her how adorable she was.

"− true − don't worry, we'll make up for our lost time now − hm? − we'll get to know each other better −" He purred delightedly, running the tip of his nose over her cheek, breathing faster and faster, licking his lips, their hips seeking fulfilment in the touch of their hands, their lips beginning to rub against each other again, wet and sticky, not giving each other full kisses.

"− with or without a condom? −" He whispered, running his tongue over her upper lip, and she sighed softly, writhing beneath him, his fingers teasing her slick folds with increasingly determined movements, his palm all wet with her moisture.

"− without − 'm taking pills −" She gasped with some sort of pride, her free hand combed through his short hair; he smirked under his breath, taking his hand from between her thighs.

"− good girl − spread your thighs wide − yes, just like that −" He hummed, and she let go of him immediately knowing what he wanted to do, her hands on his back and neck, stroking him in some kind of excitement and anticipation.

He directed the fat head of his cock at her entrance looking down at her, pushing against her slit, her lips parted wide when she felt it.

"− last chance − yes or no, kid? −" He exhaled and she tightened her fingers on his back.

"− yes −"

He had to kiss her to silence the loud sounds that ripped from their throats as he slid into her with one sure, sharp thrust − he began to move inside her immediately, unable to stop himself, the frame of his bed began to creak beneath them with each push of his hips.

They kissed loudly and quickly with a sticky, wet click, their bodies slapping against each other again and again, her naked breasts pressed against his chest.

He wasn't sure he'd ever let Alys embrace him so tightly, feeling him with her whole body, but she was different − he could feel the need in her fingers, she wanted him to be close and he wasn't going to deny her that.

"− look at you − so good to your big brother, hm? − so well prepared to greet him −" He panted into her mouth feeling her insides clench on him greedily at his words, intensifying his sensations, making him lose control completely, his hands clamped down on her soft, hot body smelling of pleasant, girly shampoo and shower gel.

"− you're so big −" She mumbled with some kind of awe and delight, their tongues licking and teasing as his cock with each thrust rubbed against the spot on her upper wall from which her body shuddered.

"− here? − when I fuck you here it feels good? −" He exhaled and she nodded quickly, moaning louder and louder into his mouth, her walls throbbing hard on the verge of orgasm, their naked bodies bumping against each other fast with a loud slaps.

"− yes − please −" She mewled, panting and quivering beneath him, he stifled her sounds and his own low moans with kisses, speeding up his pace, feeling that he was about to come probably harder than he had ever done before in his life.

"− quiet − do you want your daddy to look in here? − to see me taking care of his little girl? −" He hissed and she tilted her head back; he had to cover her mouth with his hand as she began to moan loudly while the orgasm shook her body, her walls began to squeeze him greedily, sucking him inside.

He only managed to make a few desperate thrusts with his hips to prolong their pleasure before he cum inside her, panting loudly, clenching his eyes, feeling such incredible relief that he felt like he was about to pass out.

"− fuck −" He gasped, collapsing on top of her − his hips rocked inside her for a moment longer with her innocent purr of satisfaction.

They both breathed loudly in an attempt to calm themselves, lying with their eyes closed, feeling that, along with the pleasure, their bodies had left the rage, grief and disappointment.

He felt her look at him and he opened his eyes, thinking she was about to cry, about to say that this was one big mistake, but she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.

"− God − we're insane −" She whispered with amusement, her eyes shining − he had no idea why he was smiling too, why he felt so damn good, why he felt such immense satisfaction.

"− yeah − that's correct −" He muttered lowly, feeling the fatigue and relaxation slowly overpower his body. He hummed when he felt her hand begin to stroke his hair wordlessly in a soft, light movement, with a kind of tenderness he had completely not expected.

He didn't know himself what he thought of that; he had never allowed himself to be touched like that by Alys saying he wasn't her pet, however there was something different about her touch.

Some kind of genuine concern from which he felt a tightness in his throat.

"This will be our little secret?" She asked quietly, running her fingers through his hair, down his neck and across his cheek. He murmured under his breath and lazily brushed her hand with his lips.

"Yes."

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sapphiresgarden · 7 months

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summary ☾⋆⁺₊ you are the real star of the show, and furina wants your attention only to herself. notes ☾⋆⁺₊ furina x gn!reader, this work is meant to be read as sapphic. drabble set in a unspecified royalty au. furina is down bad for you, a pretty stranger she saw... she's so dramatic i love her!! and this is my first time writing for her and frankly i'm a little stressed but it is what it is. not proof read. men dni.

It was unfair how beautiful you were, dancing away and being showered with affection by others. If the ballroom was full of riches and golds, then you were the prettiest diamond one could find in Tevyat. Your smile– the way your lips curved at people's words, wrinkles barely visible from under your fan– it seemed to shine brighter than any of the stars could.

She wondered, how did your laugh sound? Was it a melody so pure, that she would fall asleep to it? Or was it like the birds' song, making her own lips curve in a smile?

Despite all, you were not paying attention to Furina.

That… annoyed her, to say the least. Why talk with them, when you could chat away and dance with her? What made them better than her? Frankly, she only knew your name and that was only because she went over the guest list Neuvillette prepaped, but nonetheless!

Why?

The more she stared at you, the more she started to notice about you. The gestures you made, the little gasps at the gossips, the deadpan look you gave to a man next to you and your laugh right after it, she didn't even realize when her cheeks started to prickle with warmth, dusting with pink.

Why was she so infatuated with you, a stranger, on her own ball?

"Neuvillette!" she called suddenly and pointed rudely at you, something akin to a pout on her lips, "Why are they not talking to me?!"

And why did she want you to pay attention to her so badly?

The man blinked and looked at you, before looking back at Furina and replying, "It appears that they are busy, lady Furina. Perhaps if you go and talk to them, they might start paying attention to you."

"Fine!" She got up from the fancy chair, her dress bouncing with the sudden movement. She grabbed the glass from the table and cleared her throat, smiling and catching people's eyes.

"My dearest guests! I am so grateful for your coming! This ball would not be the same without all of you!" After hearing her words, everyone around started clapping in agreement, including you.

You closed the fan with a flick of your wrist and smiled, your attention now on her and Furina was sure her heart just skipped a beat or two.

"So please, let us celebrate this further and dance, once again! Orchestra!" She pointed her glass in the direction of the musicians, and soon, the ballroom was filled with tunes of piano and strings, inviting everyone to dance.

Furina herself put the glass back on the table and almost skipped in your direction, once again catching yours and the people's around glances.

"May I have this dance?" she asked and you blinked at her, surprised to hear her words. And yet you gave your fan to a woman nearby and smiled at her, and Furina had to fight the urge to giggle, in happiness that you didn't reject her.

"It would be my pleasure, lady Furina." You bowed elegantly and put your own hand in hers.

And now, finally, your eyes were on her and her only.

#sapphires ☾ garden's flowers #genshin impact x reader #furina x reader #gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #furina x you #genshin impact x you #genshin impact imagines

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nanamimizz · 2 years

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𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝚬

tags: 18+ minors dni,suggestive, kishibe is a dirty old man who gets jealous and possessive, flirting from another party, alcohol mention (reader doesn’t drink) making out in public, fem reader, violence mentioned (no one gets hurt) mentions of sex and oral(f! receiving) 793 words

synopsis: kishibe gets a little territorial even after all these years.

kishibe, is a lot of ways is glad that you met him now later in his life than before. he was a real rascal back in the day, living on the edge and dancing with arrogance. now he’s old - experienced. and he reels a lot of benefits from you for it.

kishibe is nothing short of insatiable - he always introduces himself as liking booze and women, so dates at bars are never out of the ordinary. you, however don’t really drink but he likes that about you. sensible women have been a type he’s favored over his life and he knows he’s not the only one. tokoyo never changes as does the sea of men desperate for the attention of a pretty lady within her city limits.

you are no stranger to the embers of other’s affections even when on dates with the man you would tentatively say you’ve fallen in love with. so when the bartender slides you a drink - a negroni cocktail and tells you with a knowing look,

“a drink for the lady, man at the end got it for you.” you turn and find a man in a suit - probably a salaryman raises his drink at your newfound attention. you say nothing, face revealing only neutrality and you slide the cocktail to kishibe who watches the exchange with dark, storming eyes. kishibe is a dispassionate man in more ways than one, but putting the moves on his woman right in-front of him?

he wonders what the bastard would look like with his nose caved in.

you break him from his thoughts as you call his name, the characters sounding sweet off your lips. he breaks away from the man and looks at you, thinks about pretty you are and if he was any younger he’d give you that stranger’s head as a trophy. instead he lets himself be soothed by the hand you place on his arm, your thumb rubbing into the material of his work suit. he hums at how gentle the motions are and watches how you look at him carefully, reassuring him - i didn’t notice him. i’m yours, i’m yours only.

he ignores the cocktail, wrinkles his nose at the scent of grapefruit and instead chases after the scent of your cherry lip balm. it’s a kind you splurge on, another sense of your sensibility which makes him like it more than you do probably. it definitely not because it gives your lips a pretty red shine and taste like a candy he favored back when he was a kid. his arm loops at your waist and he presses close, kissing you with some dark intention bubbling under the surface - and you can’t see it because you are trying so hard to moan when he nips your bottom lip and let’s his tongue slide against yours in the most sensual way that makes your heart stutter.

he throws a look at the man at the end of the bar, dark eye glinting like iron in the dim light and he watches with sick satisfaction as the man looks away. your hand, with it’s blunt nails and faded scars curl into the lapels of his overcoat, bringing those same dark eyes to you and he hopes you don’t notice how they melt at the sight of you.

your lips are flushed red and shine for a different reason and kishibe fights back a grin at the taste of cherry on his tongue.

“kishibe...let’s go home,” you duck your head, embarrassed, “please.” you finish the sentence quietly and the hand at your waist sneaks under your work jacket and you arc when his hot palm touches your back. he runs so warm his palm burns through the sturdy material.

“that good huh?” he says smug, watching with rich satisfaction when you bring your head to his shoulder, hiding your warm face in the lapels of his clothes as you timidly nod. it means - take me home, make me feel good the way only you do.your timidness, your embarrassment are the same as when you are crying into the pillows when he has you on his cock crying or when he holds you over his face in an ironclad grip moaning helplessly.

it’s praise.

if kishibe was younger he’d make a scene but now that he’s older this is all he needs - the haziness in your eyes and your trembling lips and you looking at him like he’s a god and you a worshiper. you praise him more than enough without words and as he leads you out the bar, leaving that shitty cocktail on the bar, dark eyes dance with something wicked at the though of you praising him with words when he has you to himself.

#lamb.writes #kishibe x reader #csm x reader #csm #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man kishibe

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Fashion Fail: Three Demons and a Cultivator Loose in the Modern World

A scum villain crack au

It all starts when Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua collapse without any warning, appearing to be dead, (but still breathing)

Naturally Binghe is freaking the Hell out, as is all of Cang Qiong

But the dream demon interupts, revealing that something has taken their souls away to what appears to be another world, sincw he can’t access it

That’s all Binghe needs to start slashing holes through the universe (after stealing Xin Mo from the other Binghe)

With him he takes Mobei-jun, Sha Hauling, and Liu Qingge, who wasn’t invited but refused to be left behind

Eventually they find the right world, but its a strange one, where people live in moutains of steel and glass, and wear scandalously little clothing.

Liu Qingge looks as if he’s about to pass out when hr sees his first skinny jeans

Naturally three handsome men and a beautiful woman in cosplay is attracting a lot of attention. Too much in fact, and the requests for photos and autographs is starting to impeed the speed of their quest

So binghe makes the call for everyone to blend in, taking them to the first merchant shop he sees with clothing inside

Its a second hand store, with all sorts of options everywhere at cheep prices, because Binghe’s luck is just that good

Binghe chooses his clothing carefully. He listens to the female workers giggling about which outfit they’d want to buy if they could, and buys that, confident he’s picked an Outfit that will give him respect

Its a vivid red Prom Dress, floorlength skirt with a slit over one leg, off the shoulder straps. Binghe loves it. He looks beautiful.

Mobei-jun doesn’t care what he wears so he just grabs the first things he thinks he can put on

These end up being hot pink sweatpants and a real fur coat, plus crocks on his feet. He looks ridiculous, but he’s also huge and scary, so no one is gonna say it

Sha Hualing is having a great time. This worlds cultural clothing styles were made for her!

She ends up in a bikini with bright pink flamingos on it, plus a neon green feathery boa she drapes over herself like her old silks

Liu Qingge refuses to change. He’s not dressing in these absurd clothing styles, no matter how much Binghe insists it will help them blend in.

Fortunately it doesn’t matter, standing next to four people in equally good cosplay he mught look like an actor, but standing next to three weirdos he looks just as weird

The final touch is the three matching ducky hats on the three demons. Demon marks need to be disguised after all, but shifting is hard to do in this strange world, or any of their powers really

So ducky hats. It kinda works on mobei-jun (aka its so weird it fits) but it absolutely ruins Binghe’s gorgeous dress affect, and Sha hualing’s weird beach athestic

Now everyone is staring at the four of them for a very different reason, but at least they aren’t coming up to talk to them

What’s more, it’s because of their strange clothing they manage to find Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu, who are both stuck in the hospital

Binghe and friends were given instruction to go there by some teenagers messing with them

Jokes on thrm, because while they were walking up a loud voice screams “my king?!!!”

Mobei’s head whips around so fast it gives him whiplash, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is the small stranger shrieking at him from a high window, waving his arms excitedly and chattering like mobei’s beloved right hand

And beside him is a man who looks very like Shen Qingqiu’s plant body, Shen yuan

It takes a little while to get to then, shang Qinghua and Shen yuan can’t just leave the hospital intensive care ward, and the receptionist takes one look at four weirdly dressed people demanding she “release your captives” and calls security

It takes three break in attempts, a wheelchair, a seduction attempt (curtesy of sha hualing) and liu qingge fighting a vending machine with a real sword for them to be able to reunite with shen yuan and shang qinghua

Liu qingge takes one look at the paper hospital gowns and promptly faints

And there are many things to say, even more things to explain, like transmidiagation and the doctors trying to convince him it was all a dream, but the only thing that comes out of Shen Yuan’s mouth is: What the hell are you wearing?

Binghe, who up until that moment had been feeling confident, bursts into tears

it takes 30 minutes to get binghe to stop crying, to assure him shen yuan still loves him, he does look good, better than liu qingge - hey! Goes liu qingge in between faintings- and have shen Yuan internally confront and conquer his many bigotted views on gender and style in the name of reassuring his husband

Meanwhile mobei glares at shang qinghua, silently demanding compliments for dressing up

Shang qinghua: …that’s what you’re wearing my king? (Mobei glare increases) it looks…unique

“Good” mobei says, pulling out a matching set and shoving them on shang qinghua “match”

Binghe promptly pulls out another prom dress, this one a lovely green with a short skirt to show off his shizun’s beautiful legs

And thus shang qinghua and shen yuan are smuggled out of thr hospital in a pack if weirdly clothed friends, looking so wierd that no one questions them

And the all go home

But binghe keeps the dresses. He has…plans…for them

#svsss au #svsss #scum villian #scumbag self saving system #luo binghe #bingqiu #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #mobei jun #shang qinghua #moshang #sha hualing #liu qingge #fashion fail au #please don’t take this too seriously

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arcadiabaytornado · 5 months

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What's your opinion on the scene where elliot finds chloe in the amber house? Whether he gets angry or delusionally "nice" about your complacency it always manages to make my skin crawl.

That scene is so well written, but I find it to be genuinely one of the scariest scenes in Life Is Strange for how real the interaction feels.

Life Is Strange is no stranger to dark topics. However, I think the darkroom is much less relatable than a woman having a male friend who decides that he's owed her affection because he's been "kind" to her. It's a very skin-crawling scene because I, and I suspect MANY other women, have experienced something similar before, so the anxiety for Chloe's wellbeing is well understood.

I also really like how Elliot is characterized because even though he keeps trying to make it seem like this confrontation is about Rachel...it's clear that the confrontation isn't really about Rachel. It's about Chloe not being with him after he was there for her, and then him getting set off when she gave Rachel the attention he felt like he was owed.

The scene is also a good characterization of a "nice guy" because he keeps telling Chloe how good he's been to her, and he says this while he throws things at her, shoves her, tries to isolate her from others to get her to rely solely on him, and tells her what she should be thinking. Elliot shows what type of boyfriend he would be if Chloe had returned his feelings. He would be an abusive one. And yet, horrifyingly, he honestly thinks he's her knight in shining armor, and Chloe is an idiot for not giving such a nice guy like him a chance.

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I also like it's portrayal of Chloe's "complacency." A lot of times, women are given flake for being kind to unsafe men, or their experience is undermined because why would you be nice to someone you were scared of? This scene shows why you would be nice perfectly. Elliot seemed like the type to escalate, so the safest thing for Chloe to do was try to deescalate until she was safe. Unfortunately, that's also a realistic scenario, and I'm glad the scene was portrayed in a way that conveyed why women sometimes fawn in dangerous situations.

It's a really good scene for it's portrayal of a certain type of guy and how tense it makes the player feel. From the second you realize Elliot stalked Chloe from the hospital you realizes that he's not a safe person, but then he opens his mouth and you can just feel your stomach drop even further down.

#life is strange #lis #before the storm #asks

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averyaddamsromance · 1 year

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Ok, Hunter in the pool was supposed to get your attention X_D sorry!

The last few days may have been somehow tough for our wyler community. Shippers and their ships could be the core of fandoms, and I am really sorry that in 2023 someone still doesn't get the lesson…anyway…

I decided to make a post sharing some of the fan-fictions which made the last 2 days brighter after knowing that Jenna Ortega is killing the romance in Wednesday- which I repeat, is not bad for Wyler since we couldn't get any romance in s2 anyway as you can read in my previous post. I just hope this is not going to affect the unresolved sexual tension between Tyler and Wednesday. I am curious to see if views won't drop without that. Because audience is fickle and untamable: dear Jenna, today they are clapping when you say "no romance" then in 2 years (when we will be even farther from the effects of covid 19 on people's emotional life) will start complaining about the lack of intensity in the series. For me, this is a challenge and I am curious to see who's right here.

We are forced to accept the decision to castrate Wednesday Addams, dark and sarcastic woman, yes, but still daughter of one of the most passionate couples (Morticia and Gomez Addams). How is possible that to prove women's independence and strength in 2023 we still have to castrate them? Did men do anything like this since the beginning of civilization? Wouldn't be great to affirm our sexuality together with indipendence and strenght? Is it so dangerous for a woman to get an orgasm thanks to a man, really?

Anyway, now back to fanfic:

ALL IT TOOK WAS YOUR SPARK by @wincestation

For me this is royal blood among the fan-fictions I read, latest chapter was out just a few hours before or after (don't remember) the interview Jenna did at The Tonight Show.

It's impossible to describe how much I love this fanfic- and how much I laugh when I read it. Wincestation has established herself as one of the best wylers writers already. She is building an AU and her Tyler and Wednesday can actually challenge in terms of quality the original characters of the series.

Wincestation, I am one of your cheerleaders.

YOU ARE STILL A TRAITOR by @suchaladyy

Another gem I read immediately after Jenna's interview and I loved the warm feeling left in my heart -I really needed it.

Suchalady is producing fanfictions at an impressive speed and her +18 explicit collections is for true connoisseurs. And I won't even bother to hide that after Jenna's attempt to castrate Wednesday I feel even more sadistic pleasure to read explicit +18 fanfictions where she is completely unleashed by Tyler -sorry Hunter, you find yourself in the middle of a war.

I AM TYLER, BY THE WAY by Kiranightshade @therulerofallpotatos

Gosh how I loved this piece! And I am seconding all the comments asking for the sequel! But I know that Kira is working on another more complex fanfic, so I patiently wait here.

+18 EXPLICIT that as I already said I am enjoying even more after Jenna's interview, as useless absolutely pointless personal vendetta.

BUT IT'S NOT REAL (AND YOU DON'T EXIST) by @the-strangest-person

WOW. I am new to Stranger Person'fanfic but this one hit me really hard.

There's some drama but I am pretty sure that if those poor screenwriters (Wednesday's ones) were allowed to write their own thing we would have gotten something similar.

ROUGH DAY by @realmermaid333

Realmermaid333 won't disappoint you, ever. I loved this explicit fanfic! It was fresh air, really hot but somehow sweet (Tyler can't disappoint you either) as only realmermaid can be.

THE WOES OF SELF DISCOVERY by SwedishlittleOwl @fandom-geek17

So damn hot, I started to read it and then I was like "noooooo it's not completeeee" I need others chapters! I am so curious to know what's gonna happen!

#wyler #weyler #wyler fanfiction #wyler fanfic #weyler fanfiction #weyler fanfic #wednesday fanfic #tyler galpin #wednesday and tyler #wednesday tyler #wednesday x tyler #tyler x wednesday #tyler wednesday #tyler and wednesday #team tyler #wednesday addams x tyler galpin #tyler galpin fanfic #tyler galpin smut #wednesday smut

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blingblong55 · 7 days

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Can I ask why you dont like her? (Brittany)

(Please ignore this if you dont feel comfortable)

this is my opinion, my views and if you dont like it, you can happily leave :) It's long...I know

I just sent this exact reason to a friend so I’m copying and pasting what I texted her but with more context

Alr here it goes, to me she’s become a hypocrite. Sometime ago she had said that people should talk about any cause that deserves attention. (BLM or what is happening in Palestine for example) When she was asked to speak about what is happening in Palestine, she made a comment on her close friends that left me annoyed with her. It annoyed me bc I was such a huge fan of her and the way she said that her voice as a white woman wouldn’t matter to the conversation of Gaza made me mad. Just educating someone about something as tragic as what is happening is so important, she has a huge platform and her voice could reach more people, it can help. She can't claim to be an activist when she picks what she can and can't talk about, white privilege shit. She set the standard for herself, this is not me just hating. She said she cares about what is happening but associated with people like that Ethan guy from the H3 podcast, he's a zionist! It's so sad to know that someone I supported is just putting an act, she's performing for us and her so called activism.

She always says that how dare we or anyone that has a platform for that matter, stay silent or not use our platforms to speak about what is happening, the injustice that we see or that others are going through. I'm not making it up. She cries and rants on camera about human rights, she preaches about this but doesn't say shit when we need her to speak up? be for real girl

I know you or others could be fans of her and hate me for my opinions but know this; If a man would stay silent during women's suffrage, like in America with abortion getting banned, would we not be mad at him? would we understand that he isn't qualified because he is a man? we as women would be mad, upset and disappointed that he didn't back us up, so why let her stay silent? a man doesn't know shit about women's reproductive health, and maybe she doesn't know much about what is happening to Palestinians, but why are we allowing her to just sit back and not speak up about this?

The war doesn't affect her but it affects people who are her fans, strangers, children, mothers, fathers and the future of that country, so why stay silent?

Maybe to her or any person who doesn't go through social injustice doesn't see the importance in this. But the next time you see a father or mother carry their dead child, the one that should've seen more of life, think about those who stayed silent and didn't make this a bigger deal, that because of them, we can't do much because our voices are smaller compared to theirs.

On another note, she, to me is the kind of person to speak nicely to you but hate you to others. The Tana and Brittany thing, I get it, tana is controversial but so is that Ethan guy and that other Theo dude. She keeps appearances when it comes to sitting down and talking with other women who yes, tana is an ableist and all but look at those two other men. Ethan, a zionist, Theo a misogynist. The only reason why she posted on her TikTok about the whole Palestine thing, which I'm sure she wasn't happy about, is because someone recorded her close friends and people saw it, got mad at her and she had to backpedal like Watcher. (their shit isn't as serious as her imo)

Hate me all you want but don't you dare say I'm not a girls girl. I am but I also don't support women or men who are hypocrites.

Remember she said this when she was asked to speak about the genocide, "It's dystopian that I have to speak on this", yeah...no thank you girl

I'll end my rant with this, "If you have a platform, and you have people's ear, you have their attention, how dare you not speak about the things that matter." Brittany Broski

#kasper writes

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yxstxrdrxxm · 1 month

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POLL RESULT—! > "Sorry, I'll pass..."

"I'm sorry, but... I'll pass."

YESTERDAY looked hesitant as they said those words, their eye drifting away from his. Clutching onto their belongings, they shifted their feet away from the stranger.

"I plan on heading back to my shop, anyways," they added, chuckling nervously. "Maybe another time?"

...

They couldn't tell if he was happy about being denied or not, but when they looked up to see his reaction, he still kept that smile on his face. If anything, he seems rather... Bemused.

"Hm... I'll hold your word to it, little orchid," he replied, nodding. "I'll head on out, then. I'm sure we can meet again."

[ AFFECTION ↑ 3+ ! ]

Watching him leave, YESTERDAY relaxed and sighed audibly, this time turning around to continue walking. Returning was a lie, of course, but being able to speak to another person that knew their struggles was a nice change of pace.

It ironically made them feel better, too.

[ WILT ↓ 3- ! ]

As they walked down the path, they reached the park and went to the nearest bench, putting down their things before they sat down. There isn't a lot of people around this time, which was a relief, as they knew damn well that they weren't feeling up to anymore additional interactions.

Though, as they watched other people interact, they noticed a familiar individual walking while holding hands with a woman. She was a bit taller than him, her black hair billowing in the wind and the coat she wore hung loosely on her shoulders.

And the one she was with was the owner of the eatery, who seem to be quite exasperated over something, judging by how he was talking and gesturing to her with a sharp look in his eye.

... Huh.

It's a rare sight to actually see him go out. From what people told them, TINUVION only leaves the eatery when he needed to make a couple urgent runs to the department store, in an emergency, or for his spouse. And from the looks of things, the third was the case.

What's cute, though, is even when the two bonded like they were arguing over (quite possibly) the dumbest thing in the world, they were holding hands. And those hands both had rings, too— same design, but the gems were in different colors.

One of teal, and the other of purple.

What an adorable couple.

As the couple left the florist be, YESTERDAY focused their attention on the books and picked it up. They grabbed a few in the hopes they can get to some reading, lest they wind up forgetting and procrastinate on returning it.

Though, as they looked through the books they bought, they had realized too late that they had three new books that wasn't in their possession.

Quite a strange conundrum. When did they get these? Do they even recall getting these books before? And the titles were odd, since they had been faded from the cover... Or, some of it, anyway.

"Alter Ego, Rain Burst, and Velvety Susurration," they muttered, eyeing each of the covers. They looked nice, sure, but they damn well knew something is up.

...

Putting the books away, they grabbed the one they sought out to read first, this time to open it and start focusing on the contents.

It's only for the sake of learning, they thought to themselves. It's only that. Nothing else.

In the midst of it all, their mind wandered back to the three men they had met. Each of them were intriguing, but they didn't exactly knew whether to trust them or not from their behaviors alone.

The first customer they had while they worked, the redhead, was one of the few that was easy to satisfy. They recalled he had a business to open, but something about him made them a bit cautious. Perhaps it was due to his manners, or even his nature, but they felt that they have seen him before.

The blonde stranger was someone they still remember— ALBEDO was his name. Although he was nice, when they spoke to him back then, it felt like they were speaking in a void, with him only listening and not expressing much to respond. It was quite eerie, as they swore that his eyes looked a bit dead when they had a chance to look at him.

And the third... The stranger was charming, that's for sure, but he was definitely shady. YESTERDAY isn't stupid; they were at a vulnerable state, and he had the capabilities of pushing them to do what they don't want. It was a miracle he let them off, because his mere presence was making them panicked.

Though, they couldn't help but frown. Their judgement on these men were harsh— they were only strangers, after all. They are people, and they shouldn't have thought of them like these three were murderers in disguise. But as they red through the books they borrowed, their mind wandered to each of those interactions more and more.

It was almost ironic, with how they swore to the heavens that they would never resort to overthinking to the highest degree. That was in the past, but here they are, doing the same thing again.

Though, if there was one that they would probably have the most faith in without thinking that he'd actually hurt them...

This poll will receive answers until 8 PM (GMT+8). Keep in mind that the majority will win, so vote what you think is right.

Additionally, any poll after this with additional votes WILL be null when the results are out. Choose wisely, focus on the recent poll, and ignore the past.

FLAWED TAGLIST: (send an ask to be added for Flawed!) @beloved-blaiddyd ; @mixed-kester ; @mochinon-yah ; @fffiii ; @leftdestiny-posts ; @ambrosia-divine

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a-room-of-my-own · 3 months

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this is very indiscreet but anon you sound shallow af. fucking random strangers so you can play pretend to be in love with someone you know damn well doesn't respect you isn't the win you think it is. no one is missing out by refusing casual sex with men and it is disrespectful to imply you are missing out when you stop whoring yourself out for male attention. find passions, find hobbys, make some real connections with good people ffs

Yeeeaaah I understand what you mean but there’s no need to be aggressive. I do believe men don’t know how to have a casual relationship without fundamentally disrespecting the woman. As much as I love Before Sunrise, it’s just a movie 😅

But wanting affection and connection even for a few days is not « whoring yourself out » and I don’t’ think you should even use that vocabulary, even if that’s what it felt like for you when you did it. Because you’re putting the blame on yourself in a way that is very misogynistic. There’s also no relation between wanting that and being empty to the point of having no other hobby. And if there is we’re talking about someone with serious attachment issues who would be the ideal victim for an abuser.

You can also have a casual or short relationship with someone without seeing this as « fucking » (which sounds like what a disrespectful man would say). Every relationship starts a bit casually anyway. When you start something you never know if it’s going to last and sometimes after a few days or weeks you understand it was nice but will go nowhere.

I suppose you were hurt but please, be kind to yourself and others. Looking at yourself with the eyes of a misogynistic man will only sink your self esteem deeper.

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Congrats on 100 followers! Can you do Twilight and Thorn Princess encountering eachother for the prompt request?

After several games of cat and mouse with his target, Agent Twilight takes charge.

Third floor reception.

Twilight could hear them vie for her affection from the library: they competed over who had the loudest volume and the most interesting tale to tell out of the realm of stocks, equestrianism, losing bets, and psychoanalysis—topics a woman could only smile and nod at but add nothing more. She’d throw in a few comments here and there as fodder—spells that had her admirers burst out in laughter.

Gus Glooman—pharmaceutical tycoon—whooped and hollered at her coyish mannerisms of hiding curses behind a satin glove. Edgar Elman—recreational boat conglomerate—weaned off his pipe as he undressed the woman from her black evening gown. He ran his eyes down the graceful curve of her naked spine, holding her waist with phantom hands, pulling her in to carve his bulbous body. Other middle-aged socialites bit down hard on their knuckles, their rubied fingers, to refrain from acting on impulses unbecoming of husbands and fathers.

One would never guess that she was an assassin. The woman Twilight had been trailing for nearly four months would have dispelled the hot-blooded entourage of men with a glare, but the woman before him now was an alluring stranger—a stone cold fox clad in satin armor. She was dressed to tempt, trap, and kill. Garters were not for stockings, but for knives; heels not for stepping, but for stomping. She knew the power she held and zapped it through the tips of her pointed fingers, turning men into toads. Twilight scrupulously observed from afar for signs of aggression, dodging her laser-pointed gaze whenever her eyes darted his way.

Twilight, in the interval of time he set for himself to avert her stare, blushed at the realization that perhaps he was the one actively seeking her attention. It was one matter to trail a target and another to ogle a woman who could command a room with the tilt of her head.

Twilight, subsumed by determination and idyllic visions of peace, did not falter this time. She held his gaze, coaxing, challenging him. Come get it.

So he did. Tilted his head back and downed his courage. Straightened his back and walked with an assured stride, entering the forbidden garden that existed in the liminal space between East and West. Chandeliers dimmed and lavenders grew beneath the soles of his shoes, leading him toward the glow of moonlight that reflected on her skin. He marched like a man meeting his demise.

“Loid Forger.” She drew out the last syllable as if she were testing the way the name tasted on her tongue. It was much too sweet for her liking. She raised her glass, watching him from the cloud of her Chardonnay. “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

“Gentlemen,” he said, voice commanding in some newfound vibrato. “If you’d give me a moment alone with Miss...”

“Moriticia.” Twilight almost scoffed. How self-important she sounded! “Now, I’d really hate to break up our merry group. Do join in on the fun with us.” A hike of grunts surrounded them, fearing a monopoly on their shapely whet.

Impatient and frankly vexed by her uncharacteristic nonchalance, Twilight whisked her away, hand tight around her wrist, and led her to the balcony overseeing the sprawling plot; out in the evening chill, alone, reunited.

“They are married. Have children. Where are your virtues?” Twilight whispered sharply.

“A spy teaching me about morals.” She leaned back on the marble banister, tilted her chin up, and laughed mockingly. Wine stained her gloves as she set her glass on the surface behind her. “That should have been the least of your concerns, Moonlight.”

“Twilight.”

“They were the ones throwing themselves at my toes, by the way. Ask where their virtues lie. They deserved whatever was potentially coming to them.” She moved to fix his bowtie. Twilight clenched his jaw, unsure of what to make of this strangely intimate gesture. “Don’t give me that cross face, Mister Agent. I was going to be good tonight. I promise. I wasn’t looking for a fight—not when you look so… So…”

“So?” He leaned in, placed both of his hands on the marble surface to coerce the answer out of her. It only emboldened her.

“It pleases me that you took my advice,” she said, fingertips trailing down his chest. “I was right: tuxedos look much better on you. I’d call you dashing if you weren’t so serious all the time.”

“You were extracting classified information from those men to gauge their use to you. Their life’s worth.” He shivered as she pressed herself against his body. Soft. It took everything in him to not give into her wiles and press back. “Don't think that I won't force my hand to stop whatever plans you have to disrupt international diplomacy. Human lives are not for you to gamble with. Consider this your final warning.”

“Your third final warning in a row,” laughed the assassin. “How I wish you’d place your hands on me. It’d be infinitely more exciting than what we’ve been doing. Sidelong glances. Hot pursuits. Mess-ups. Clean-ups. Rinsing. Repeating. I think I’ve had my fill. I’m sure you’ve had yours too.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he seethed, peeling her hands off of him.

“Oh, but you love this. The chase. The danger. You love what little control you think you have—control that you think you have over yourself. Over me.” She grabbed the lapels of his coat, pulling him down to her level. Twilight could smell the sin on her lips. “Go ahead. Consider this an exercise in power.”

“Enough.” Twilight’s heart raced, mind meandered. She knew just what to say, how to say it. Knew just the right inflection to get his mouth to dry, get him weak at the knees, to finally give.

“Diplomacy, he says. Such a big, fancy word for a simple emotion. Call it what it is, sweetling,” she whispered hotly in his ear. Twilight could have burst into tears. “Jealousy.”

Their chests flush were against each other, his hands firm on the curves of her waist. He memorized the intervals in which her lungs expanded and contracted; imitated it until they were one, breathing being beating in tandem. In a moment, their noses nudged, and they pushed, pulled away, devoured. Twilight lingered as she caught her breath, kissed the skin—there, on her shoulders, the slope of her neck, swells of her cheek—that ought to have been ruined with bruises, burns, and cuts. Her mouth parted and called out for his alias, begging for kindness, for mercy. Twilight, caught in her cunning, tangled himself in black thread and supped the mead from her split lips. Her wine glass shattered as they fought.

#def an au bc thorn princess is a femme fatale here #basically twilight doesn't have it in him to really go after her because #Assassin... Pretty #also they have the same goals #but they're carrying out the interests of rivaling parties #there's a lot i could go on about #maybe i'll revisit this idea again in another post or a real fic lol #thanks for the prompt!#sxf #twiyor #loid forger #yor forger #spy x family #sxf fic #my writing #answered #loidyor

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animanganerd · 7 months

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Everything Annoys Me And I’m (Too) Hot - Chapter 17

The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfic

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47881336/chapters/128678194

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Chapter 17 ❖ Liu Fenghua (Part 2)

When Lan Xiaoli opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dimly lit room. The first thing he saw was a wooden ceiling. The second thing that caught his attention was the delicate fragrance of incense in the air, mingled with the refreshing scent of flowers.

“A-Li!” a soft voice above him called out. Lan Xiaoli’s field of vision shifted slightly as his head moved of its own accord.

A beautiful woman with the most gentle expression on her face smiled at him. As far as he knew, he had no connection to her; she was nothing more than a stranger to him. Yet, as he gazed into her eyes, an indescribable warmth spread through his heart.

He felt so at ease, so comfortable, so safe. He felt at home.

That’s when Lan Xiaoli realised he had woken up in his own younger body, but as a mere spectator, his senses intertwined with those of his past self. He could neither speak nor move himself. He did what the body did, saw what the body saw and felt what the body felt. Only his thoughts were his own.

The sight of his mother’s face was overwhelming. He had entered the memory session believing that the lack of attachment to his birth parents would leave him unmoved. He’d underestimated how deeply the emotions of his past self would affect him.

A sense of sorrow mixed with the bliss he felt, knowing that the woman before him was long gone. He’d expected many feelings, but not that of loss. If he were in his own body right now, he’d be on the verge of tears. He desperately wanted to call her, reach out and touch her, tell her that he was alright.

Unaware of Lan Xiaoli’s presence, the woman cradled her baby in her arms and gently stroked his hair, when loud voices disrupted their moment of peace. Outside, two men were arguing.

“It’s not fair! How come you get a fully furnished house, while all I got is this meagre statue?!” one of the men complained.

“A-Zheng, please calm down,” the other tried to placate him. “My house and your jade statue are of the same value. You know full well that auntie gave me the house because I have a family to care for. How many times do we have to talk about this?”

Trying to tune out their noise, A-Li’s mother hummed a melody and rocked him in her arms.

“It’s only fair if we both sell what we inherited and start at the same point, else I am at a clear disadvantage here!” the first man insisted.

“A-Zheng…”

But it was no use. Outside, one pair of feet angrily stepped away.

Shortly after, the other man joined A-Li and his mother. This had to be A-Li’s father. The man looked incredibly worn, yet he carried a kind expression on his face. Much like A-Li’s mother, he emitted an aura of great comfort. A-Li truly felt at home. His father approached them and greeted A-Li with a warm smile, gently caressing his hair.

“Is he gone?” A-Li’s mother asked in a calm tone.

“Yes. It appears he won’t change his mind, but neither will I,” A-Li’s father stated with a grave expression. “It’s such a shame. We used to get along so well. Property truly turns people into monsters…”

While Lan Xiaoli could only watch as a silent spectator, most of the memories passed in a blur, nothing more than a flurry of images. The most striking ones, however, stood out with intense clarity.

Thus he learnt a lot about his birth parents through conversations and observations.

His father’s name was Murong Qiang. He was rather average, always polite and soft-hearted. Depending on who you asked, he could also be considered a pushover. He preferred harmony and in order to avoid conflicts, he would rather bow down with a smile than fight back. The only thing more important to him than harmony was his family. Hence his quarrels with his younger brother, which he tried to solve as humanely as possible.

Murong Qiang’s brother, A-Li’s uncle, was Murong Zheng. He had always been spoiled to the point of feeling entitled to whatever he wanted. The same was true for the house that Murong Qiang had inherited from their aunt.

When they were younger, Murong Zheng’s strong will had helped them out of many unpleasant situations. Murong Qiang also didn’t mind that he got protected by his younger brother – quite the contrary. When he realised it pushed Murong Zheng’s confidence, he’d gladly let him take the lead.

The brothers had quite a harmonious relationship, both benefiting from each other’s strengths and weaknesses. Murong Qiang didn’t have to fight and in turn, Murong Zheng got whatever he wanted. This didn’t change once Murong Qiang got married to A-Li’s mother, Murong Xinghua.

Murong Xinghua complemented Murong Qiang in all traits he was missing. She was a beauty, but it was a mistake to be fooled by her soft features. The sharpness she was lacking in her appearance was all too present in her personality. She resembled Murong Zheng in many ways, especially in her determination and outspokenness.

She was the one that approached Murong Qiang and joked around until he finally opened up. It didn’t take long for him to feel comfortable around her. He proposed to her on their first anniversary – some tradition had to be maintained, else Murong Xinghua would’ve done it herself way sooner. Not long after their marriage, they had their son.

Lan Xiaoli had seen in reflections that he had, in fact, not been born with white hair. At first, he was happy to learn his natural hair was dark, as it was supposed to be. At the same time, he was puzzled. Just why had it turned white then?

The house the small family of three lived in had once belonged to Murong Qiang’s estranged aunt. The Murong brothers didn’t even know she existed until they’d received the inheritance letter.

She was already at death’s door, and without children of her own, the Murong brothers were the only close relatives she had left. Before she died, she wanted to make sure that her belongings were properly passed on.

The aunt had two things similar in value: her house and a jade statue.

Murong Qiang’s responsibility towards his small family made it easy for her to decide on the distribution of the inheritance. As a result, Murong Zheng received the statue, and Murong Qiang inherited the house.

Their aunt lived in Linguang, a small forest village. She had settled down in this isolated area with her husband for reasons unknown.

The aunt’s house, like every other house in the village, was mainly made of wood with a simple thatched roof. Due to its small size, it exuded a sense of cosiness. For the little family, it was more than enough and they were grateful for the generosity shown towards them.

The small front yard of the house was separated from the main road by bushes. The road led to the village’s marketplace, where locals traded their goods. Behind the house was an open field of lush greenery that stretched into the vast forest surrounding the village.

Linguang was located far from the Murongs’ original hometown, which made Murong Zheng’s frequent visits all the more puzzling. There was no benefit to him in this long journey. The sole purpose of his visits was to cause trouble.

The family of three lived an ordinary farmer’s life, growing produce to sell at the market. A couple of years later, Murong Qiang’s beloved harmony was disrupted by a rumour that got spread in the village.

A-Li was playing with cicada husks at the kitchen table while his mother was preparing dinner when A-Li’s father returned from one of his daily trips to the market. He heaved a batch of meat on the kitchen table.

With a sigh he said, “He did it again.”

“What is it this time?” Murong Xinghua asked.

She wasn’t fazed at all by the situation. She was just as stubborn as Murong Zheng and really wished to deal with him once and for all, but ultimately decided to stay out of it for her husband’s sake. She didn’t want to worsen the conflict any further. It was already good enough that Murong Qiang, in order to protect his family, firmly refused to back down, always kindly rejecting his younger brother, no matter how persistent he could be.

“He’s claiming that we’re attracting the evil spirits and monsters that linger in the area.”

Murong Xinghua thrust the knife into the kitchen counter with more force than necessary. “This is ridiculous! Who would fall for that? These creatures have been here long before us!”

And she was right. While it was well known that dark creatures lurked in the woods, they had never posed a significant threat to the village. Hence, the people reacted to the gossip as anyone would – they laughed it off, but remained cautious nonetheless. They didn’t want to take any risks after all.

However, the rumour took on a life of its own and spread like wildfire, much to the Murongs’ disadvantage. Soon, whenever a monster or any other suspicious activity was sighted in or around the village, those who believed the rumour to be true would blame it on the family’s existence.

As no one wanted to be targeted, they began to avoid as much contact with the Murongs as possible. At first, the villagers just low-key shunned them, but it quickly escalated to the point where they actively ostracised the family. No one was willing to buy their things anymore, nor sell anything to them.

In short order, everything the Murongs had built up over time crumbled, and the family was left to fend for themselves, both day and night.

To keep the family fed, A-Li’s parents had to resort to growing their own food in the front yard during the day. Considering the limited space they had, they mostly planted vegetables. It was also easy, cheap and filling.

In addition to their vegetables, they also harvested potatoes and domesticated a few chickens to add variety to their food. Meat was rather rare, but sometimes one of A-Li’s parents would return with some wild game they had hunted in the forest.

At night, Murong Qiang and Murong Xinghua had to fight off the monsters that had begun to actively seek out their house. The villagers’ belief had led to the passive summoning of resentful energy upon the Murong’s house. This energy had accumulated over time and now attracted these nefarious creatures like a lantern attracted moths.

This, of course, only added to the villagers’ superstitions, creating a vicious cycle that seemed impossible to break. The stronger their beliefs, the more resentment accumulated, and the more monsters were drawn to the area.

Due to its remote and secluded nature, Linguang lay beyond the reach of any cultivation clans. So when A-Li’s father sought help, no one felt compelled to take on the responsibility. That was until Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji came along, but by then it was already too late.

Instead, Murong Qiang was dismissed with spiritual devices. However, as ordinary folks, the Murongs had neither cultivation skills nor spiritual powers themselves. Hence, the devices were of little help in fending off the monsters.

Any sane person would’ve left the village long ago, but it wasn’t that easy for A-Li’s family.

Having sold all their possessions in their original hometown when they moved to Linguang, the only option they had was to sell their house and start anew somewhere else. However, any attempt to sell their house proved futile. Who would want to buy a haunted house after all?

The Murongs were trapped in their own home, with no escape from the evil spirits that plagued them.

But no matter how harassed and disturbed they were, A-Li’s parents always maintained a facade of composure and kindness in front of their son. However, even with their best efforts to shield A-Li from the grim reality, they couldn’t fully protect him from the villagers’ cruelty.

At the time, he was too young to understand the gravity of the situation, but as he now relived the memories, he realised that the constant exposure to such resentment had caused him immense stress and resulted in his hair gradually turning white. Lan Xiaoli could only watch in horror as his hair, once as black as ink, slowly lost its colour.

When the villagers caught a glimpse of A-Li’s hair, now as white as a ghost’s, their attention immediately turned to him. Convinced that his hair was proof of their beliefs, they deemed him the bad omen that brought evil upon them. Surely, he must be the reason for all the misfortune that had befallen the village!

Thus, the legend of the evil-attracting child was born.

Matters soon spiralled out of control when the already agitated villagers became increasingly violent in their actions towards A-Li and his family. It first started with small attacks, such as throwing rotten food at them.

But upon seeing how well the Murongs were managing in spite of their difficult circumstances, the villagers’ aggression intensified. They tried to make life unbearable for the family in every way possible to drive them out of the village. The chickens were killed and the soil was spoiled, leaving the Murongs with no other choice but to switch to more resilient produce such as turnips, spinach, and cabbage in order to survive.

The assaults reached their peak when someone set fire to the Murongs’ house in the middle of the night. It was one of Lan Xiaoli’s most vivid memories.

The smell of burnt wood seared into his brain as thick clouds of smoke filled the room he stood in, leaving him blind and gasping for air. His eyes burned with a dryness that was only relieved by the tears that now trickled down his face.

Alone in his room, he had been seized by a paralysing fear that kept him frozen in place. With his vision obscured, he was too scared to take a single step forward.

“Quick! Take A-Li and get out of here!” Murong Qiang shouted. The next moment, A-Li was swept into his mother’s arms before she ran out of the burning house.

Outside was a crowd of villagers already waiting for them. They wielded torches and farm tools as weapons to prevent Murong Xinghua from fleeing. They truly thought they were doing the world a favour by eliminating this evil. Their hateful comments rang out in a jumble.

“This house is no good!”

“It shouldn’t exist!”

“This child is wicked!”

“Truly, a spawn of evil!”

“Let it die!”

Not long after, Murong Qiang caught up to them. The couple was at a loss at what to do, desperately thinking of a way to escape, when one of the villagers said, “Let us deal with the child and we’ll let you live!”

Another exclaimed, “When the house and the child are gone, we’ll finally be able to live in peace again!”

Murong Xinghua’s grip tightened around A-Li. There was no way they would let A-Li die. Even though they had no weapons, the couple was prepared to fight against the villagers at any cost. They would protect their son with their lives, willing to face any danger to ensure his safety.

Whenever they approached the mob, the villagers pushed them back with their pitchforks, hoes and rakes.

With the fire getting bigger behind them, and villagers closing in in front of them, there was just no way out. Murong Xinghua pulled Murong Qiang close and whispered into his ear, “I’ll distract them. You take A-Li and leave!”

Before Murong Qiang could protest, Murong Xinghua had shoved A-Li into his arms and went for it.

Since the spiritual artefacts they’d used against the creatures of the night had been of limited help, the Murongs were already used to fighting monsters in close combat. And the villagers turned out to be nothing more than daytime monsters, causing the family even more distress and turmoil.

Murong Xinghua kicked up a cloud of dust from the ground to obstruct the vision of the attackers in the front row before delivering a few targeted blows. With the first few assailants on the ground, she grabbed a burning piece of debris and hurled it into the mob. The crowd scattered in panic, but quickly regrouped.

“She’s gone insane!”

“Evil has clouded her mind!”

Undeterred by their remarks, Murong Xinghua continued to throw burning debris at them until she found a sturdy stick that she could wield as a weapon. She fiercely fought off anyone who dared come at her and her family.

Murong Qiang took advantage of the chaos to steal away with A-Li in his arms. He ran into the open field behind their house, casting anxious glances over his shoulders. Not only was he worried about his wife, he also made sure that no one was following them. When he had put enough distance between them and the fire, he placed A-Li on the ground.

Murong Qiang got down on one knee and put a hand on A-Li’s shoulder with a firm grip. “Listen to me closely. You have to run this way,” he said, pointing to the forest in front of them. “Run. As far as you can. And never turn back! Can you do this for me?” As much as he tried to keep it together, he couldn’t help but slip into a pleading tone.

A-Li’s teary eyes widened. “A- Alone?” he said in a shaky voice.

His father offered him a comforting smile. “Don’t worry. We’ll be right behind you. We just have to make sure no one follows us.”

Although his father’s words sounded reasonable, A-Li’s legs were rooted to the spot.

At this point, Lan Xiaoli had long forgotten that he was just an observer. The emotions of his memory self and his present self had completely merged, making him feel as if he were reliving the moment himself. He was overcome with intense fear, every fibre in his body reluctant to leave.

The thought of separation left A-Li in a petrified state. While his body was trembling nonstop, his limbs remained rigid. He couldn’t bring himself to move, helplessly staring at his father with big eyes.

Murong Qiang was feeling just as helpless, but he used all his strength to maintain his composure. While father and son stared at each other, Murong Qiang heard the voices of the mob coming closer. He whipped his head around, suddenly overcome with panic.

The fire had spread even more, now engulfing their crops, as well as the grass and the bushes around their house. The villagers had found their way around the fire and were now catching up to them.

In the midst of the fire, there lay a body.

At the sight of Murong Xinghua’s corpse, Lan Xiaoli’s heart went cold. A glance at Murong Qiang revealed that his devastation was even more profound. It was obvious from his face that the demise of his wife had shattered his heart into a million pieces.

It was all too clear what was going through Murong Qiang’s mind, for Lan Xiaoli was thinking the same, despite knowing the harsh truth.

Murong Qiang understood that his wife had been defeated, but he still clung onto a tiny shred of hope that she wasn’t dead. That she was unconscious, that he could save her, that they’d find their son and start over somewhere else. That all of this was just a nightmare from which he would soon wake.

But then, her body suddenly moved.

At first, Murong Qiang appeared confused, but then his expression changed to one of overwhelming joy. Maybe she really wasn’t dead? She had been quite tenacious after all. But then he was confused again when the body began to twist and jerk in an unnatural fashion.

Murong Xinghua’s body slowly crawled to its feet. Before anyone could realise what was happening, she’d already killed the people standing closest to her.

A-Li, of course, didn’t know what was going on, but Lan Xiaoli did.

With the malicious energy surrounding them, and the deep resentment she’d carried in her heart as she breathed her last, she had turned into a fierce corpse in no time, and got right back up.

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Murong Qiang reacted fast. He gently, but forcefully pushed his son towards the forest. “Run! Never stop running and never look back!” he called after him, his voice breaking at the end.

As if he’d just woken from a dream with a start, A-Li’s legs began to run as if his life depended on it – because it did.

While Murong Qiang watched the small figure that was his son disappear into the dark forest, tears inevitably started to roll down his face. But he didn’t have much time to mourn his family’s downfall. He quickly pulled himself together and hurried back to help his wife.

He knew she was gone, but he still wanted to support her, even in death. He paid the people closing in no mind, not even when they started to brutally attack him. His mind was just as numb as his body as he resolutely advanced towards Murong Xinghua, who ferociously killed one villager after another.

Murong Qiang had been so engrossed in the anguish of his wife’s death that he hadn’t realised he, too, had been fatally stabbed and had lost a significant amount of blood. In a split second, his vision went black, but his body got right back up. Just like that, he had turned into a fierce corpse as well.

The couple relentlessly fought the villagers, driven by an unwavering determination to protect their son. As corpses, they of course didn’t know why or what they were fighting for. It was an instinctual response, the reverberation of the last thing they had felt.

In spite of his father’s warning to never stop running, A-Li couldn’t resist the urge to look back once he’d reached the edge of the forest.

Seeing his parents defeating the villagers with such ease, A-Li was filled with hope. He turned around and continued to run, believing that his parents were strong enough and would eventually come for him. Knowing the true outcome of this scenario, Lan Xiaoli couldn’t help but pity his clueless past self.

A-Li kept running for his life, as far away from the fire as possible. He was still running when dawn broke. Even though he was sobbing uncontrollably and his legs were sore, he didn’t stop until he ran into the arms of two men.

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rainbowvamp · 1 year

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an unsent letter: 1861

Laws Change. Love Doesn't.

wc: ~1200

AO3

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Hello Stranger.

It is no longer an offense punishable by death to have sex with another man. It’s still punishable by 10 years in prison, but at least you can’t be killed for it.

Well, I could never be killed for it, but that’s beside the point.

I don’t think often about how others would perceive my affection for you. I love a great many mortals in my life, but none of them would understand you, or the love I hold in my heart for you. I think if I tried to explain our meetings to anyone, even if I altered the truth about the frequency of our meetings, they would miss the importance of it. The monumental impact that you have had on my life cannot be overstated. I meet you and become better every time. I’m better for having known you, and I can’t explain to lawmakers the sort of harm that they are doing by criminalizing love between men.

The immorality of a society that so highly values morals is an irony not lost on me. A lack of compassion and a lack of understanding is not new to humans. I have been guilty of this same lack of compassion. I know it intimately and all the havoc it wreaks on the sense of right and wrong that we all carry. The world moves on, slowly but surely. Back and forward, again and again, not unlike myself, I’m sorry to say. I cannot lie and say I have only ever improved myself, only ever gone forward.

Maybe that’s the curse and the bitter medicine of human beings. Maybe we have to be cruel to understand the impact of that cruelty, to stop it from happening again. Only we forget, and repeat ourselves, again and again.

Would that we could stop forgetting the places we came from and the horrors we’ve committed. The atrocities that bring us closer to hell on earth when heaven should be wound into the very fabric of our memories and bound up like the most brilliant threads, shining brightly and too noticeable to ignore. Would that the light of our own horrors could be a light that shines on all the things we do each day, to stop us from hurting people, intentionally or not.

Still, a step has been taken, a good step. A better step than has been taken since the buggery act was put into place, at least. I worry that there will be more bad times before times are good again, but I have that eternal hope, shining within my heart, that eventually people do better. We become better, with time. Change is slow by it’s very nature, but with the time I have it is so much more visible.

And if I am happy to think that this change will come because I dream that I may get to take your arm in mine on a public street, the envy of every mortal man and woman in seeing distance for having such a beautiful creature at my side, that is a desire that none but I need know.

This desire, at least, hurts no one. Causes no damage. Friends might take each other’s hands. It is not so strange to show these sorts of affection to ones you hold dear, even of the same sex.

I only wish all my desires were so harmless. All my love so easily soothed away, but there is nothing to be soothed inside me. There is no grace from the torrent and toil, the raging sea of love and grief that war for my attention, casting me to and fro like a ship with no anchor point. Like a leaf in a hurricane. Like all the smallest blades of grass in torrential rain.

I’m suffocating under it. Wrenched around by it. By love that should be sweet but is made bitter by my own fears and doubts.

And maybe it’s not illegal to love you if I never act on it, but I feel so bereft for not being able to.

I only want to feel the touch of your hand against mine, but you won’t even tell me your name. If you won’t trust me with something so simple as that, why would you ever let me hold you?

I have seen the very ends of satisfaction and longing. Felt the deepest pits of hunger and highest peaks of delight.

Even the thought of having you in my arms like a lover, like a partner, like a friend, is a far higher peak.

The lack of you every day feels like a deeper pit.

I have never touched you, but I feel your absence against me like a weight, some days.

Which is ridiculous. I’m over 500 years old and I have loved hundreds of people in my life time. As friends, as family, as lovers, as my wife. And you, you who I have only every had the most scant glances from, the shortest hours of soft eyes and compassion, you fill my waking and sleeping hours with more desire for love and affection than any of those others who I’ve loved before.

Maybe I could pass it off as my own desire for constancy. Maybe I should. Maybe I’d be better served by simply trying to forget these feelings.

But you deserve my love, even if I don’t deserve yours.

Even if I am never good enough, never worthy enough, to know the touch of your hand, or the taste of your lips, or the sound of your voice whispering sweet nothings. Even if I am never enough, you already are. You have been enough for me for 200 years.

And it almost feels pathetic when I put it like that. Some sap could write stories about my long enduring love, held on to by pure hope and faith, watered only once every 100 years.

Seeing you is like the first rays of warm spring sunshine, warming me after each long century spent away from you. Thawing me like winter frost. Urging me to grow again.

Even if I have no affection from you, which I cannot believe I do not no matter how much I sometimes doubt it, you would deserve every ounce of my love. Unfathomable creature that you are. I will love you until the end of all life, until there is not life left for me to live at all. Until I finally go to heaven or hell or wherever they send immortals with nowhere else to go at the end of the universe.

And even from there. Even if I’m tortured infinitely. I will still love you.

Even if I’m given every other gift heaven has to offer, without you I would somehow be incomplete.

It’s good that England is taking a step away from hatred, towards acceptance, if not quite in its realm yet.

It’s good, and I might live long enough to see the fruits of it.

I might live long enough to be worthy of you.

After all, anything is possible with enough time.

Truly and devoutly yours,

Hob Gadling

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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Thank you for the commission @thewanderinglunarian I don't really write CP9 but I tried to do my best <3

Lucci x OC x Kaku N/SFW YANDERE THEMES Word Count: 1,273

The undercover mission had a been a success, although there had never been any doubt among the agents that it would have been anything flawlessly executed. Neither of the agents had banked on how their little plaything was sauntering around and flirting with everyone.

They knew she was sassy and enjoyed the thrill that came with men falling over her, how her eyes would lock onto the next target, lips curled into a smirk as she made her way over to them, about to push back silky blond hair and bat her eyelashes.

It was all part of her job to get people to let their guards down and offer her information that she could relay to Lucci and Kaku. Something that could help them with plans, she was just doing what came naturally to her, flirting and playing the part of a vixen.

What she hadn’t realised however was how jealous they would be after seeing her with men all night, how they fawned over her, fell over her words as she leaned on their table, pressing her breasts up and giving strangers a peek of her ample bosom as she pretended to listen to their trivial bullshit.

The moment they were back in their room she felt a hand in her hair, gripping tightly, a feral growl, Lucci, as she was pushed face-first against the wall, she gasped and wriggled as powerful hands threaded through her hair, keeping her locked in place.

“Think we didn’t notice that shameful display out there?” Lucci’s hot breath tickled the back of her neck as he snarled, usually level headed the man was pissed their plaything dared to throw herself at others.

“W-what do you mean?” Emily gasped when Lucci tugged her hair sharply.

Kaku chuckled from where he sat on the bed, watching what was going on, a smirk on his lips as he enjoyed the sight of Lucci grinding against the woman’s ass, how she let out pained noises, all tinged with the tell-tale sign she was into the rough treatment.

“All the flirting?” Kaku hummed as the other man yanked her by her golden locks and forced her onto her knees in front of him.

“I did it for the mission!” she pleaded, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“I think you enjoyed all the attention, such a little slut, aren’t you?” Lucci growled and shoved her forward, her hands gripping Kaku’s legs as she peered up at him, hoping he would step in, and help her.

“You made us very jealous,” he started tutting and leaning forward to cup her cheeks between his hands.

“Want to make it up to us pretty girl?” his smirk grew when she desperately nodded her head, wanting to make everything okay between them, she also couldn’t help the way her pussy clenched at the demanding tone of her partner.

“Do you think you can take both our cocks?” he asked the mock affection in the gesture of brushing her hair behind her ears, running his thumbs across her blushing cheeks.

Emily was trying to find her words, she felt Lucci forcing her onto all fours, Kaku refused to let her break eye contact, just grinning at her with the false kindness of a lover. The sound she made when Lucci flipped up her dress, ripping her panties down was one of shock and delight, eager and pensive for what was about to happen to her.

“Dirty little slut don’t you know that you belong to us?” Lucci hissed as his hand came down, across her ass harshly, watching the flesh jiggle as she cried out.

“Oh dear, she liked that Lucci.” Kaku shook his head, acting like he was so ashamed of her reactions, all the while the smirk never left his face.

“You’re going to take as many hits as men you flirted with,” Lucci told her, she nodded her head, her voice too shaky, worried it would betray how aroused she was.

She didn’t dare reply to him, just nodded her head as Kaku stroked her hair, he looked over at Lucci, the wicked gleam in his eyes as he got on his knees, rubbing her ass softly, fooling her into a false sense of security with how soft he was being to her.

Then came the first harsh slap, the crisp crack of skin on the skin filled the room, accompanied by her cry, how she wriggled her ass, the stinging sensation both harsh and pleasing. She whimpered had leaned in closer to Kaku’s touches.

One, two, three,four.

“Five, how does that feel? Was it worth it?” he asked as he admired the stinging red skin of her buttocks.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she pleaded, hearing the sound of a zipper from behind her, soon feeling Lucci’s cock head rubbing against her slick folds, he hummed and spread her apart as he started to slip into her wet cunt.

“Punishments aren’t supposed to be enjoyed, Emily.” He laughed and glanced over to Kaku when he heard the same noise as his other partner freed his erection, rubbing the precum against her cheek, tapping the head against her face with a chuckle.

“Open up now, come on, if you make me cum I think I can forgive you..” Kaku said as he yanked on her hair, getting those pretty lips to part so he could thrust into her mouth, claim it for all his own.

Her moans were muffled around his cock as Lucci started to press his member into her, he gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh, wanting to leave as many marks as he could. She whines out and couldn’t help but push back against him, her greedy cunt pulling his long thick length into her, moaning shamelessly around the other man’s cock.

“She loves this.. look at her, all fucked out already and drooling around my cock..” Kaku said with a sigh like he was trying to pity her as she looked at him with rosy cheeks and through her thick lashes.

“Can’t get enough of us huh?” Lucci chuckled as he fully sheathed himself inside her.

She was getting dizzy already, between how Kaku was fucking her face and Lucci was jackhammering into her, their noises and cruel words filling the air, the sound of her wet pussy making lude sounds, the slapping of skin, she muffled moans.

“I don’t think I can last much longer..” Lucci folded himself over her, his hands grabbing her breasts through the fabric of her dress, sharp teeth finding their way along her skin, biting roughly into her shoulder as Kaku thrust down further into her throat, almost choking her.

“Me either, she sucks cock like it’s her job,” Kaku said, his voice breathy as he pulled her against him harder, fucking her throat as she drowned in her moans and cries of pleasure.

The two were working towards their climax. Kaku was first to crash into his release, cumming down her throat, holding her in place, not giving her the choice to pull away, having to take his load. Lucci left big, claiming marks across her skin, sinking his teeth into her shoulder a little harder than before as he reached his end.

Cumming deep inside her poor abused cunt, holding her tightly until she milked his throbbing cock for all it was worth. They both pulled out, letting her sit back, cum oozing from her womanhood as she gasped and struggled for breath.

“W- what about me?” she asked with a whine.

“That’s why it’s called a punishment darling.” Kaku chuckled and patted her cheek roughly.

#n/sfw #lucci x oc #kaku x oc #kaku x oc x lucci #one piece own character

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pacifymebby · 2 years

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You answered a anon afew days ago about what makes someone a good or bad kisser but girllll

some of these men out here are HORRENDOUS 😭 as like a person who feels validated when someone gives me attention, I kiss a lot of strangers. like some people call angus thongs a comedy but that slimy little fourteen year old kisses better then most adult men in the world. like why so wet? why so aggressive? why do you insist on licking my face ? i’ve met like one decent kisser in my life and she was a woman. please tel me there’s hope out there 😭

Yeah omg okay it's been awhile since I had a truly bad kiss but for sure to me everything u just said sounds gross and icky.

I swear some guys though just see how people kiss in porn and think that's what we want and like no. No.

Saliva boy in Angus thongs and perfect snogging is a real problem. A plague against the good kissers of the world.

For sure though I think there's hope for you bestie. There is probably a part of like, when you're kissing random people all the time and you're not building up any familiarity that might be part of it? My experience of one night stands and random snogs as a younger adult was that like, well, I never had a good one where I genuinely thought it was the hottest experience ever.

They were always aggressive because they were usually trying to escalate to a shag as quick as possible. Also when ur out at clubs and bars these guys are drunk and probably think they kiss way hotter than they do or whatever. They aren't giving u their best that's for sure.

But also, I feel like I used to feel like that too, where when people give you confirmation you're attractive by kissing you or showering you in attention, you feel validated and stuff.

And like I'm not telling you to stop kissing random men right, have all the fun you like, as long as you're having fun and enjoying the kisses. Like if someone's a bad kisser pill away and walk away bc u wanna enjoy the kiss and not just be a washboard for their tongue.

Like, part of the reason the kisses feel shit is because their isn't any kind of feeling in them, I don't mean only kiss someone you have romantic feelings for because I know that's not everyone's thing, but, there needs to be some form of chemistry there beyond you wanting validation if that makes sense?

Like if the feeling between you and a guy isn't 100% you would drop ur pants for him there and then because he's hot and turning you on, then do not kiss him.

It's something I've been forced to consider recently because there's ways me and B kiss (like with full tongues and a bit aggressive sometimes) (or like he puts his hand on my neck when we kiss) that I have genuinely found have made me feel sick when other people have done it.

I think that's what I mean when I say it's subjective, if you don't find the person gives you that physical turned on feeling just when you're talking/looking at one another, then chances are, when they kiss you your initial instinct will be "ew"

I have an ex that I was pals with prior to going out with them, but like when we started getting stronger feelings there was always this bit in my head like oh but am I actually physically attracted to him because I'm not sure, and sure enough the first time he kissed me, I was thrilled to bits that he WANTED to kiss me BUT, the kiss made me flinch and I had to force myself to like it?

Like that relationship lasted until that ex started being a cunt, I forced myself for a long time, but he really wasn't a good kisser and I used to find myself grossed out every time he pulled away from me. And I think it's cause the chemistry of actually finding him hot and wanting him to ruin me wasn't there and never was?

And when you're kissing random men and a lot of its to do with wanting affection and validation, you'll drop your own standards of who is attractive enough to you to kiss. Whereas the key to a really good snog is havin that intense physical attraction to someone? Like think about it like this right, clinically speaking you're rubbing your open mouth and all your spit into someone else's and you're letting someone else, a stranger, put their tongue and spit in your mouth and like, actually even though its just a kiss that's some intimate shit? Like you NEED to be genuinely physically attracted to someone and not attracted to the validation their affection can give you?

Like I get affection making you feel validated and stuff because bestie, boy have I still got that issue!! I still feel like I need random strangers to want to hit on me or check me out in order to feel validated, even though I have B and I know I'm loved and that he finds me attractive. I think as women were taught to seek out men's affection as validation bc the patriarchy. But you can get that validation AND reject bad kissers or guys you don't find attractive!!!! They still fancy you, and you know they would kiss you, but you don't want to kiss them because actually you're only kissing guys that aren't going to disappoint you?

I hope all that made sense and didn't come off as harsh at all, becayse I totally get what you mean, but for sure there is 100% hope xxx

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