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writeformesinpie · 2 years

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Habitual Sin

Seo Moon Jo x Fem!Reader

Lee Dong Wook x Fem!Reader

Summary - There’s something wrong with the new priest at your church. He’s… off. No one else has noticed; he’s stunning and they all just want to be around the shiny new thing. Small towns get dull, but this priest promises to be very entertaining.

Genre - Smut

Warnings - Unprotected sex… in a church, fingering, mentions of religion obviously, swearing, is he the devil?! Will need to go to confession after reading this fic! Beta reader needed to take breaks while reading! Read at your own risk! It’s too hot to handle!

Word Count - 2.8k

A/N - This is a request for my impromptu 1500 follower celebration. God have mercy 🙏I know what I do, but this was too hot not to write <3 If I’m going to hell I’m taking @trashlord-007 with me (thanks for the request 😂)

There’s something up with this priest. He. Is. Off. You’re not sure how else to describe it, that feeling that makes the hair on the back of your hair stand up and triggers goosebumps on your arms, the emptiness within that lets you know something isn’t quite right.

You’re feeling it now.

There’s something wrong with this priest.

He’s a priest (at least that’s how he’s presenting himself) so there shouldn’t be alarms ringing in your head, the sound clanging deep within your gut and vibrating off your ribcage as it threatens to burst out like something from a sci-fi horror film. Scrunching up your face at the thought, you shift back and forth on your heels and look out past the small group currently organising medical kits.

It’s a beautiful day. The sun is bright, there’s minimal clouds. The temperature is perfect with a slight breeze that caresses your face. The place is packed, the turnout is amazing. Natural disasters seem to bring out the best in people.

Everything is, for lack of a better word, perfect… yet that priest keeps catching your attention and you know, you know that something isn’t quite right.

Placing the last thermometer into the emergency kits you’re in charge of assembling, you nod at your small group of five before moving closer to him. He’s working in the food section. It’s the largest pile and therefore the most people are in his area, though you wonder if he’s the reason for the influx of people. They’re all fawning over him. It’s pathetic, really. Don’t they see it?

And yes, he is stunning, but hold onto your tits, ladies. Afterall he is still a priest. Even if his black shirt and black pants hug him in all the right places, and if it weren’t for that white clerical collar you would take him for any typical person here.

But he’s a man of the cloth. Just an average priest.

Well, not just an averagepriest. He towers over the volunteers, though that’s not the only thing catching people’s attention. It’s his wavy hair that threatens length yet doesn’t fall past his neck, and lips that defy the laws of gravity; full and plush, moving in the most peculiar ways, with teeth that peek out when he smiles. He’s beautiful but cute, a contradiction in parts, and otherworldly.

He stands out.

That’s what gives him away. A priest shouldn’t stand out, shouldn't bring attention to himself. They wouldn’t. After all that attention belongs to God.

“The service was beautiful, Father.”

Rolling your eyes, you toss a few cans into the box in front of you. The service felt off, too. The words were all correct, he knew each line but… that’s just it – they felt like lines. Something he had to say, not something he actually meant.

“Yes, it really was! What a blessing it is to have you here. We’re so glad you came to visit us, Father Moon Jo,” one of the women drooling over the priest pipes up, her eyes flickering back and forth between his face and the food she’s packing.

“I’m the one who’s blessed,” he says with a small smile. You’re still surprised by how soft spoken he is. You didn’t notice it at first, but his voice is deep, and there’s danger hidden beneath the allure of calm. “This really is a wonderful conjugation.”

The women practically swoon. You scoff at their obvious infatuation, then cough to cover your slip-up when they look over. Flashing your most demure grin, you continue to pack food neatly into the cardboard box in front of you.

Once the box is full you move to the end of the table to grab another. Your lip curls as you bend down to look for one but come up short. You search the area for a moment, hoping there’s one more box. Just one would be fine.

“There’s some boxes in the church.” He’s behind you. From the way the ladies further down the table nonchalantly crane their necks, it seems they can’t hear him. “Follow me. I’ll show you where.”

“Oh surely someone else would prefer…” the words drift off as you turn and come face to face with him. Well, technically face to chest. Your eyes scan the broad expanse briefly before finding his face. The look of disdain that contorts his features has you looking down to the ground, nodding your head like a schoolgirl. “Sure, let’s do that.”

Dragging your feet you follow behind, kicking up dirt and small pebbles along the thin, paved path in a half-assed display of rebellion. That is until he glances at you with that intense, dead stare and waits for you to catch back up. When he moves again you quicken your pace to keep up with his long strides, each step taking you further away from the gossiping group now all huddled together instead of performing the tasks they’ve been assigned.

The small church isn’t earth shattering, it won’t win any awards for its architecture, but it’s still breathtaking. Withered bricks and stained glass greet all who pass with a whisper of a broken past. The building was erected when the town was first established. The interior, however, had been damaged in a plumbing mishap a few years back. The whole place was a disaster and had to be completely stripped down to bare bones and was replaced with cheap wood pews and sleek modern white walls. Now only the exterior is holding out its original glory.

Stepping inside you dunk two fingers into the bowl of holy water and make the sign of the cross in front of the crucifix gracing the opposite wall with a small bow before glancing around the small church for the boxes. They must be in the back. You start to walk further into the church but come to an abrupt halt when halfway down the aisle the priest turns.

“You know, I just remembered,” he says, clicking his fingers, “I left the boxes in the confessional.”

“The confessional?” Narrowing your eyes, you look over your shoulder towards the confession booth. It’s small, smaller than the original. Just a wooden box with tempered glass and intricate lattice inbetween to help make you comfortable as you confess your sins, keeping those inside from prying eyes as if the town and priest alike don’t know who’s on the other side. “Are you sure?”

“Quite.” His face is still. He’s waiting for you to walk over there but there’s no way. Why would he put the boxes in there? Okay, yes, when they are not assembled it’s just flat cardboard, but still, how many could you cram in there?

“Well,” you say, shuffling back and forth before turning on your heels. He’s a priest, what’s the worst that could happen? The confessional booth is closer to the front door anyway.

Taking tentative steps towards the booth, you look over your shoulder just as he starts to follow, a small half-smile on his face. It’s somehow worse than if he wasn’t smiling at all, the way each muscle bends and twists as if against its own will. Swallowing hard, you continue to place one foot in front of the other until you’re in front of the booth. Reaching out, your fingers graze the smooth redwood door.

You push it open.

It’s empty.

Peeking over your shoulder you’re confronted with unmoving eyes. A sharp inhale courses through your body and you step back. It has to be on the other side, you try to reason with yourself, not wanting to admit the truth. Your shoulders tremble as you shuffle over to the other door, swallowing hard as you push it open.

Empty.

Before you can turn around he’s behind you, caging you in with his large frame. Rhythmic beats pound from deep within your eardrums as your heart attempts to escape your chest once more. Searching the small room for anything, anything at all besides the small built-in chair, you come up empty. You’re the only weapon you have. Turning, you hold up your fists and back into the room.

“Oh?” His smile turns into a full grin, distorting the pretty features of his face the further it spreads. “I guess they’re not here after all.”

“What are you playing at, priest,” you spit the last word, backing up until you’re flush against the wall.

“Hmm? It’s a simple mistake,” he says, bowing his head to walk into the tiny room.

“It’s not in here!”

“Are you sure? Did you check every inch of it?” He takes up the whole space with both height and presence. Even the air is magnetized by him.

“Where?” Struggling to suck in shallow breaths, you hold out your hands in what you hope is a threatening gesture. “They’re not here.”

“Oh?” His hands close over yours, pushing them down to your sides as he takes another step towards you. His hair falls over his eyes, making it harder to see his face in the already dim light.

“You’re not a priest.”

He chuckles before asking, “What am I?”

��You’re a devil.”

“Not the?”

“What?”

“Not the devil, just one of them?” He bends down, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispers, “There must be so many of us.”

“What are you?” The whispered words wouldn’t have been heard anywhere else but the intimacy of the small room makes them audible.

“I thought you had it all figured out.”

“Demon.”

He chuckles again, the sound vibrating against your skin and causing shivers down the right half of your body. His scent circles you, trying to make you bend to its intoxicating will. He smells of danger and lust, and it takes your entire being to resist. “Who’s to say?”

“You’re vile!”

“I’ve been called worse.”

“What are you?” you ask again, pushing your palms firm against his chest. He doesn’t budge.

“What if I said I’m just a priest?”

“I’d saying you’re lying–”

“A priest who’s concerned as to why one of God’s children is so interested in everything he does. A priest that’s noticed a particular member of the flock who’s been watching him. Keeping him close while trying to catch him doing something he shouldn’t. Trying to do only God knows what,” he says, making the sign of the cross while looking towards the ceiling.

“You’re not a priest.”

“Then what? Maybe I’m an actor who’s researching a role? Or a mobster who’s on the run?” He lists off the options on his fingers. “Or, no, maybe I’m part of the witness protection program. Are you trying to blow my cover?”

Narrowing your eyes, your face scrunches as you try to read his face. Between the dull light and the monotone expression he’s providing, you don’t know what to think.

“Or,” he continues, “maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m a devil. Maybe I’m the thing your mother warned you about when you were a child. Maybe I’m the thing in the closet, the monster under the bed, your darkest desires made flesh.”

Desire?

“Please let me go,” you whisper. “If you let me out of here I won’t say anything.”

“You won’t?”

“I promise. I’ll forget everything”

“In His house?” When you nod his laughter fills the room and echoes off the walls. “You’re willing to allow darkness to fall on someone else. As long as it’s not you, is that it?”

“What–”

“You’ll forget?” His fingers dig into your scalp, tangling within your hair and snapping your head back. You jut your fists out against his chest as dread fills your body, weighing it down like cement. “What is there to forget? Have I done something to you?”

“I… I don’t know,” you say, the words weak under your strained neck. “Please, I don’t–”

His lips on yours stop the words forming, making you lose your train of thought in the shock of the kiss, both due to the fact that he’s a priest but also from the pleasure it elicits. Heat spreads out across your skin and the hands that had been held up in defence now circle around his back, pulling him closer. He tastes provocative, like the forbidden fruit, like power and control.

Addictive. His scent, his taste, his face; he’s a drug, pure addiction.

Grinding your hips against his, his cock firm under your touch, you suck on his tongue as he lifts you up by your arse. Moaning, you wrap your legs around him with wanton abandon, wanting him more than you’ve wanted anything before. Your hands pull at the tucked material of his shirt in frustration, tugging on the fabric until it yields to your will and you’re able to slip your hands under.

He’s unbuckling his belt and you’re inspecting his chest with your fingertips, neither of you allowing a moment to pass without your lips on each other's skin. Neck, throat, ears and lips, every sensation worshipped as your tongues explore every inch within reach.

His fingers sneak under your skirt, pulling your panties to the side so he can slip a finger inside. Currents of molten lava threaten to erupt from within as you throw your head back. His finger curls up to find that perfect spot with ease, as if he’d already found it before. His thumb circles your clit. Between the pressure of your g-spot and the bundle of nerves he’s caressing, your pussy throbs, each stroke bringing you closer to the orgasm you’ve been denying yourself for way too long.

“This is wrong,” you mutter against his cheek as he adds another finger and nibbles on your ear.

“Sinner.” He chuckles and between the friction of his movements and the way he taunts you with his words, you come undone in his hands, your body shuddering against his as flames course through your veins. It’s bliss.

Is this heaven or hell? Before you can ponder the question, your muscles still spasming from your high, he removes his hand and plunges his thick cock into your dripping pussy. A guttural sob exits your lips and you tense at both the shock of your own voice and the overstimulation of your throbbing clit. Was your heartbeat always this loud? Can he feel it beating against his dick?

“Father Moon Jo?”

Breath hitching, you freeze. It’s one of the gossiping women from the tent. You’ve known her since you were a child but for the life of you you can’t seem to remember her name. She’s walking inside, up the aisle, looking for the man currently balls deep inside your tight cunt. This is your punishment, God is angry that you’re fucking one of His priests, or, well, someone in His church. Letting out a jagged breath, you hope she’ll give up and go away on her own.

The priest bites into your neck and you let out a gasp. Balling up your fists still twisted up inside his shirt, you glare up at him as he continues to move inside you, long slow movements with a devious grin on his lips.

“Ah, Father Moon Jo? Is that you?”

She turns back, the outline of her body barely visible through the grated wood and frosted glass shielding the door. The closer she gets, the easier it is to make her out… meaning the easier it is to make you out. Breathing in a staggered inhale as tears spring to your eyes, you plead silently with the demon in front of you. His grin widens and instead he picks up the pace, thrusting inside you with a carnal hunger. You tremble under the pleasure and if he wasn’t already holding you up, your knees would surely have buckled underneath you.

She’s only a few steps away now. Pounding your fists against his chest doesn’t help. He continues to pound into you at a frantic pace. Shaking your head back and forth, huffed pants and soft whines filling the booth, you drive your hips into his. The room is a sauna, sweat dripping down your back.

“Ah, is someone in there?”

“Yes! Yes!” you scream out the words as he drives into you. She says your name right as you release an animalistic growl.

“Can you come back later?” The priest’s voice is calm, serene. “I’m in the middle of an impromptu confession.”

“Oh? Oh! I’m so sorry! I’ll wait outside,” she says, walking quickly back the way she came, throwing a questionable look over her shoulder before she exits.

“The face of the fallen woman is the most delicious,” he says, slamming your back against the wall. He slides his tongue along your throat and across your jaw. “You taste like starlight and broken dreams – exquisite.”

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glystenangel · 1 year

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the dark of night & the light of day✨

ServiceDom!Getou x PillowPrincess&Afab!Reader (Historical AU)

Series Summary: getou isn't the caring type, but he can be for you

Chapters: 2/3

Chapter Summary: getou can't sleep, but he finds out he's not alone in that

Status: Completed

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, here we gooooo, seggs😔, fingering, pussydrunk!getou, teasing, degradation + praise, getou being a smug lil phuck, penetrative & unprotected sex, cum eating, "just the tip", cockwarming, stockholm syndrome, d/s, cussing, etc etc.

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Ch. 2 - Obsession & Imagination

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Embarrassment is what he should have felt while lightly knocking on your door in the middle of the night and panting from stress, but the only thing coursing through his veins is suppressed agitation at how long you’re taking.

He cracks his neck with a sigh, he knows he’s being irrational.

But, you couldn’t have been that deep of a sleeper.

Getou raises his fist again to knock, and his hand stops millimeters before the wooden surface when he hears it.

A moan.

Your angelic, sweet little moan.

It’s almost so imperceptible of a sound that he may have missed it, had he not been waiting for some semblance of you being awake.

As if in perfect timing, he hears a louder one.

And it’s his name.

Not one thing could distract Getou from his initial motivation more than that. The door gives away under his palms, and his haughty gaze meets your glazed one as you look up in surprise at Getou’s presence in your doorway.

The sight of you, disheveled and quietly panting under your breath as a hand is delicately poised between your nearly bare, widespread legs, is absolutely maddening. Getou couldn’t decide if he had been cursed or blessed by the vision before him.

Examining your bashful expression and the way your sleeping gown petals around your thighs, he accepts that it may be a bit of both.

For a moment, all you can hear is each other’s stunned breathing.

Then, Getou cautiously slides the paper door shut behind him, and a satisfied smirk comes across his features when he feels it click into the doorframe behind his fingertips. Upon pulling his hand away, he faintly recognizes the slight tremor running through him as excitement.

“Am I interrupting something important?” His voice is a rich velvet sugared with mocking.

You shake your head and try to close your legs together, “N-no, master.”

He allows his knees to nestle into the cushiony surface of your futon with a sneer.

“You’re not a good liar at all. Though that doesn’t surprise me.”

Despite his coarse words, Getou barely resists touching you, choosing to tap at a spot by your calf.

“You were calling for me. Tell me why.” He states simply, matter of fact with a noticeable tightness in his throat.

You seem to consider the statement, jutting your chin up to part your lips and speak when Getou narrows his eyes.

“Don’t try to lie to me either. It won’t work.”

A battle seems to ensue in your mind, and Getou allows the silence to tense before you mumble, “I was imagining something. Something with you in it. I’m sorry.”

Shame dusts your confession, but oh is it delicious to Getou’s ears.

The war hardened man doesn’t take his eyes off of you for a second, and a cute whimper escapes your throat when he wraps a hand around each ankle to tug you down to the end of the futon.

“And now?”

The same pleading look from when you first met dowses your features, an expression both tempting and tragic.

“I’m afraid I might be imagining even more.”

All air leaves his chest, and Getou then drags his fixed stare to the obvious wet sheen forming between your legs. Your wanton fluids are heavy and thick there, and drool pools underneath his tongue at finding further evidence of your attempted masturbation session. Even when you try to cover your arousal, Getou gently moves your hands aside.

He trails his hands up your legs, and he uses the back of his knuckles on one hand to stroke over your puffed up pussy.

“Were you having fun then? Playing with yourself like that?”

You don’t even have a chance to answer, as he hooks his fingers into the center of your panties and tugs down, hard.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you stop. Did I ruin the mood?” Getou tilts his head, relishing your delighted gasp when he slides two fingers over your tender folds.

“Looks like I didn’t at all.” He confirms in a whisper, voice brimming with awe.

Playing with your slick, he swirls the heady precum all over, experimentally pressing and rubbing the pads of his fingers all over your entrance. He likes the way you squirm your hips and arch your back to catch his fingers where you want him the most.

“You heard me knocking didn’t you? Knew I’d come in and see you like this. You’re a pervert, huh? It’s cute. I like it.” Getou’s increasingly staggered breaths hit your wobbly bottom lip as he starts pushing a finger in.

He doesn’t know what kind of response you’ll have, but he’s willing to find out.

“You’re so wet. Fucking filthy. What’s the matter? Something happen? Hm?”

Getou sinks his finger further in, and when he’s knuckle deep inside of you he nearly chokes when you squeeze yourself around the pale digit. You feel tight and warm.

A shaky breath leaves him as he pulls his finger out, the memory of your pussy around it making him desperate enough to push in another finger before he begins gliding them in and out at a consistent speed.

“G-Getou. Ng, ah!”

At your whine, he pauses. He liked the noise you just made, and he wonders if he can make you do it again. He swirls the tips of his fingers upwards, brushing against the same spot that made you moan out in pleasure.

“Feeling is so much better than imagining, isn’t it?”

Your eyes are fixated on his, and you weakly pinch the clothing over his chest between your knuckles.

“It is, it is.”

“You like it here?” He nudges his nose against yours, looks at your eyes intently as they lose focus.

“Y-yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Your words devolve into stuttered cries as Getou speeds up, his fingers dipping into your core more and more rapidly.

Your mouth falls open and he can feel you twitching erratically around his appendages, it’s so good.

“Dirty girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” He mutters, and all you can do is wordlessly open your mouth as your hips buck into his busy hand.

You’re beautiful like that, he thinks to himself, eyebrows scrunched together and tongue freely lolling out with drippy spit from his fingers vigorously fucking into your wet hole.

He couldn’t wait to make you even more beautiful, to make you cum right in his palm. Getou got a sick sense of pride from seeing you in such a vulnerable state, and knowing that it was because of him and him alone.

Your legs are shaking now, and a high pitched squeal escapes you as you cum splatters on his fingers. Getou shoves every drop back in, and you cry out from the sting of aftershocks as he slaps the creamy substance over your entrance.

As you calm down from your high, Getou kneels lower into the middle of your widespread legs to observe your face closely, drinking in your shudders and the remaining mewls stuck in your throat. He doesn’t want to admit he’s captivated by the tears resting on your eyelashes, the indistinct breaths dewed with moisture.

The damp darkness of your tongue behind your lips is barely visible, so he reaches his fingers in, shuddering when you dazedly run the crude point of your tongue along his knuckles. Then you start automatically sucking on the appendages, frothy spit pooling between Geto’s fingers and dribbling down your chin.

He bites the inside of his cheek, slowly reaching down to undo the tented fabric of his pants and undergarments.

As soon as the leaking tip of his cock catches on the cool air of your room, he rolls his shoulders back and slips his fingers out from your mouth.

He looks at the clear, lusty bubbles of saliva running over the lines of his palm, and then uses it to smear the liquid-your liquid- over the sides and tip of his hardened cock.

“You can help me now.” Getou says with a barely concealed groan, “I need more.”

You nod, obedient as ever, and Getou adores the way your bottom lip is already indented from you biting down on it.

He lowers his hips, and smirks when he seats his cock on top of your soaked pussy. You manage to stay still, though he doesn’t fail to notice the way your breathing falters and your pussy folds pulse in an overly eager attempt to pull him in faster. The diffused breaths swim over the swells of your chest, raising goosebumps there and making your stomach rise and fall erratically. You could definitely fit him entirely. He wonders how you’ll take him. Though he supposes he should only do the tip, he was probably already going too fast.

At that thought, Getou places a hand on your stomach, “Look at me.”

You trail your heady stare up from his wrist to his forearm, and then to his shoulder and finally the tense expression on his face.

“You can touch me.” He finds himself saying, though he almost doesn’t recognize his own voice.

It’s raspy and commanding, but with an undercurrent of desperation he’s not used to when giving orders.

A hesitant blink of your eyes, and then you reach down to close your fist around the tip of his cock. You press your forefinger to the tip of your thumb, rotating it and biting your lip when his precum spills out from your touch. It collects in the folds of your fingers, transparent and glistening. Steadily, you explore the entire length, and all Getou can do is tighten his abdominal muscles until he can’t accept the sensation of only your hand anymore.

“Okay,” Getou asserts, in that rough voice he slowly begins to accept as his, “Let me put it in.”

You let go, lapping up the remaining fluid and meeting his gaze when you finish. The reciprocated want in your eyes makes his stomach twitch.

Getou maintains the eye to eye connection, using his other hand to hold your hip as he lines up his cock up to your entrance before finally pushing in the flared head of his cock.

Both of you simultaneously moan out a foul noise that becomes permanently etched into Geto’s brain.

You feel good. Better than good. You feel like good fucking pussy. The best fucking pussy he ever felt.

That couldn’t be though. Getou leans his hips back, fighting every instinct to envelope the thudding tip of his cock back in until the precum oozing out of its slit is visible again.

The curve of his tanned cock is rigid, the adrenaline surging through him obvious from the substantially thick veins wrapping around his girth. He lets the veins get coated with your excitement as he prods at your entrance, following the folds of your center with the hungry end of his dick. The squish of your sex is audible, along with your heightened breaths.

It’s so good.

Getou can sense the drool under his tongue and the sheer pleasure thickly stuck between his thighs.

It’s so good. It’s so good.

“I’m putting more in.” He confesses, already breathless as he keenly hunches over and clasps your hands in his.

You nod, eyes squeezed closed, but immediately intertwine his fingers with your own.

Getou restrains himself as much as possible, a drawn out groan leaving him as he sinks halfway into your sopping walls.

It’s not enough.

He bucks his hips, the section of cock he doesn’t allow to be engulfed by your wetness becoming smaller and smaller. Control becomes less of a priority as your mouth drops open with heady gasps.

Too good. The best.

Getou grinds into your hips to force himself to pause for a moment, but it only makes him lose further focus.

Then, he feels your nails lightly digging into his shoulder blades, and your whisper hot in his ear.

“More. All of it. Please, Getou.”

Fuck.

Without another thought Getou plunges his cock completely in, and when he does he can’t fathom how he ever assumed he could resist. The sloppy, gummy squeeze of your sex is deliciously slick and dripping all over his dick.

“Yeah? You like that, pretty girl?”

You can’t answer, lips parted silently and brows knitted together.

Thoughts no longer flood his mind, carnal need taking over as he starts fucking you like he wants to. Like he’s always wanted to, he acknowledges. Fast, deep, and hard.

The entire act is indescribably lewd, and the squelching of your cunt around Getou has him going insane. He fucking loves it. He loves you for letting him fuck you into the mattress and opening your pretty little pussy up to him.

He thrusts deeper in, hammering into you with heated swears that you repeat back in nonsensical mewls. Getou can’t believe that you haven’t climaxed again yet, it was at least two or three times for him by now, though he wasn’t so far gone that he failed to notice your satisfaction plateauing. Didn’t you know how much he needed your cum on his cock? He must not have been doing a good enough job.

That wasn’t going to happen ever again.

He reaches down and starts rubbing at your clit, noting how your body jolts from his touch there and how you tighten around him as he continues devoting loving attention to the swollen bud. The frenzy of movement is urgent, and your back arches higher from the added friction.

You’re delirious underneath him, and even when your vision clouds with bliss and you finally cum, he doesn’t stop until you’re screaming from the waves of pleasure hitting you over and over again. Wild want drives Getou, his hips and hand failing to cease as his cock swims through your syrupy wetness.

He wants you to keep cumming, wants so badly to ensure that he’s giving you the best fuck of your life as he mindlessly drives his dick forward over and over again.

The entire room rattles as he rams his cock inside you, your pussy stuttering around his cock as you try not to whimper into the distracted kisses you give him.

Once you can’t take it anymore, you clutch at Getou’s wrist with both of your hands to get him to stop. As soon as he feels your tremulous plead, he slows down, dragging his cock to a stop.

“Okay, it’s okay.” He exhales, voice soft to acknowledge your overstimulated state.

Getou bites his lip at your pussy throbbing dully around him, but he knows you’re exhausted and he wants to be certain that you’re well rested for tomorrow. He wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly himself knowing if he was selfish and didn’t put your desires first. After all, you always did as he said, so he should extend you the same grace.

He keeps his cock in place, but doesn’t move aside from shifting you to lay on his chest. He just likes the feeling of you wrapped around him.

“I’ll stop. Don’t worry.” His whisper is a feather on your cheek, and he kisses the top of your head with greater affection than he realized he had for you.

Maybe he was in love.

“Thank you, master.” You kiss his cheek and serenely tuck your face against his neck, your quivering breaths eventually loosening into sleepy nothings.

Getou laces his hands behind your waist, snuggling into your warmth and deeply inhaling your scent. He can feel your heart beating against his chest, your relaxed rhythm matching his own. When he closes his eyes, he can hardly distinguish your heartbeat from his. It feels the same, like you share one heart.

“Fuck.” He grumbles.

He is in love.

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End Notes:

had to get this out of my system after seeing him in that slutty red hawaiian shirt for the 1894584 billionth time yk the one🙄❤️

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core4writes · 1 year

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Hi I can request one where the reader and Colby are in a long-distance relationship and they meet for the first time and it's all cute

awww i love thiss❤️

Colby in a long-distance relationship💕

i feel like colby wouldnt be in a long-distance relationship but idk

warnings: none 🥺

pairing: colby brock x foreign reader fem pronouns

colby's pov:

i have been waiting for the days to go by of y/n coming to America, its hard being in a long-distance relationship. all the face time calls and text messages, its hard because different time zones.

it all started when Katrina and Sam went on a couples trip to France, they partied it up over there and Kat met y/n. ever since Kat and Sam came back from France Kat has never shut up about y/n, "but you dont understand colby she is sooooo nice, i miss her." Kat even texted y/n all the time.

so i had to see what all the hype was about , and i looked up y/n on instagram. she was gorgeous of course so i followed her on insta and the rest is history, we decided to talk for a little though because i dont wanna date a girl behind a screen but oh boy i fell hard in-love for the girl behind the screen. a mouth of dating i just couldnt do it i just needed to se her.

3 months in is where she told me she is moving to America, i was so excited and i could never been happier. it took a while to get her visa and bah bah bah paperwork, but in the end it is all worth is. 5 mouths together and now me, kat, and sam are all sitting at the airport waiting for her to come.

"colby, your nervous." sam patted me on the back, "how could you tell?" sam looked at me "because your chomping down on your nails." we laugh.

"oh, oh i see her!" kat yelped and pointed at the stunning girl coming towards us, my heart drops to my ass when i see y/n. i cant help lightly jog towards her, "y/n."

i wrapped her around my arms, seeing her up close was a blessing. "well hello colby." she wrapped her arms around me too dropping her luggage.

"welcome home." i say.

a/n

this is short but oh well i love it.💕💕

#colby brock x reader #fanfic #fiction #headcanons #imagines #oneshots #scenarios #wattpad #writing #long distance #core 4 #trap house #sam and colby #katrina stuart #x y/n #dylan o'brien smut

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Can you tell me about your Sherlock Holmes interest? You blogging about it has intrigued me!! Do you have a favourite adaptation you'd recommend? What do you love about the dynamic? I'm very interested to hear your thoughts!

(totally all good if you don't feel like answering, no stress 🩵 your posts just made me super interested but I wouldn't know where to start with engaging in such a huge volume of media)

Ohhhhhh what an ask to wake up to. I hope you know what you've done. You've just given me permission to unleash my full insanity on you. (I love you I love you I love you I lo- bless you)

I'm gonna be so honest I didn't even know where to start until I decided to just tackle your questions one by one so HERE I GO

(Under the cut so everybody who doesn't care can just scroll right by <3)

“Tell me about your SH interest”

Alright, I'll just out and admit it, it all started with BBC Sherlock – I'm sure I'm not alone with this. I absolutely fell in love with this show, then got so thoroughly disappointed by the last season I thought okay, this can't be right. I refuse. So started to read the original ACD Holmes stories and feLL EVEN MORE IN LOVE. The next christmas my brother (bless him) got me this absolutely Stunning collection of (almost) all the Holmes stories:

And I dove headfirst into them. Couldn't get my nose out of them. Started teaching myself to play the violin because Holmes plays it and I loved him so much, that's how obsessed I was.

For a while my irl best friend and I read the stories together, 1 or 2 per day, and we'd send each other voice messages discussing what happened and what we THOUGHT the solution was and then we'd read on to the end and discuss again and it was soooo fun. We stopped eventually and I read the rest by myself but those evenings are such fond memories for me I just had to include them here too <3

Okay but before this gets too personal, let's move on to the actual questions you asked!

“Do you have a favorite adaptation?”

DO I EVER.

OHHHHH DO I.

YES I DO.

I'm sure every adaptation out there is brilliant in one way or another but, for me, THE Sherlock Holmes will forever be Jeremy Brett in the 1984 Granada TV series. Unfortunately they had to recast his Watson, but fortunately both Watsons are WONDERFUL and no matter how many times I rewatch I can never decide who I love more. Both David Burke and Edward Harwicke are absolutely brilliant.

There are. Several things that set Granada Holmes apart from other adaptations, to me. Let me attempt to list a few of them without getting too carried away.

I have to start with Jeremy Brett because he's just so wonderful. Also, when I read the Holmes stories, the character my brain conjured looked almost exactly like Brett, even before I'd ever seen him. Perfect casting. I mean just look at this legend.

Also, the way he cared about this character – he came up with an entire backstory for Holmes, and it influenced his acting choices and there are some moment where it clearly shines through and it's so heartbreaking. There is a moment in one episode where Watson is talking about another character who was very lonely growing up (while giving Holmes a meaningful look), and Holmes doesn't get any direct verbal response to it but you can see on Jeremy's face that Holmes relates and it still hurts to think about, and YEAH IT HURTS ME TOO.

In the books, Holmes often goes days without eating when he's on a case, because food is a distraction to him – Well, during filming, when everbody else would go have lunch, Jeremy would often stay on set and study the scripts to perfect and refine every nuance of the way he played it. Once again, perfect Holmes.

Also, in Granada Holmes, Holmes is allowed to be silly. So often, Holmes is portrayed as this cold, loveless logic-machine, but that is not who he is!! In Granada, he gets to laugh and have fun and hum and twirl and jump over furniture and just. Be human. Watson brings out that side of him, and Brett portrays that so beautifully.

It was also extremely important to Brett that the TV show remain as faithful as possible to the books - and I've heard that, more than once, he made the writers change the script because he didn't agree with their take on Holmes. (And judging from the way he plays him: he was most likely correct.)

But you know what they changed? The ONE thing that's in the book that they very intentionally changed, that they very VERY purposefully left out? Watson's marriage.

In Granada Holmes, Watson never marries. He's always with Holmes.

Now, you could argue that they simply didn't want to bother with casting a Mary who would never show up anyway, or write it in there just to have it in there when they could be focussing on the fun cases instead. But. And this may be conjecture on my part, but nevertheless. Jeremy Brett was openly bisexual, so I don't think it's absurd to assume that when he read the books, he saw the same thing so many of us see. Which is that these two characters are in love. They weren't allowed to be, by the times they lived in, or even by their author (though there are theories around that which I will not get into now), but nevertheless, the love is very much there.

Another thing this adaptation does in regard to Watson (which I feel many others fail to do) is that it lets Watson be both Holmes' best friend and ALSO his equal. Of course, most of the time Holmes is doing the deducing and Watson is doing the watching and adoring and cheering on, but sometimes, every now and then, Watson gets to do some clever deducing and Holmes watches him and whenever that happens Brett's Holmes gets such heart-eyes it's unbearable to watch. (allow me to link to just this one example) So often in Holmes adaptations Watson gets belittled and made fun of and is under-appreciated, but in Granada, the opposite is true. Holmes states himself, more than once, that he needs Watson, that he would be lost without him, and Brett himself has emphasized this in interviews as well, said that Holmes would likely have died of an overdose years ago if he didn't have his Watson. Watson loves and adores Holmes, but the same is true the other way around. And it comes through So Beautifully in this show.

Have this gif, just because I like it:

.... I have not managed to keep this short, have I. Sorry.

Shall we move on?

“What do you love about the dynamic?”

I think I already party answered this in the last paragraph about why I love Granada Holmes so much, but. Let me elaborate again. Why shouldn't I? You asked, and you shall receive answers, and I could talk about this all day anyway.

I love that Holmes is very clearly and loudly Different, and not always in an easily-digestible way, but Watson doesn't mind. Not one bit. In fact, he loves him for it.

Holmes can be rude at times, because he forgets about societal conventions – Watson reminds him to be polite, but always with gentleness and kindness and amusement even.

Holmes can be an obnoxious show-off. He loves to talk about how he collected his Clues and got to his Conclusion, he loves to be clever and to be the most intelligent person in the room, he loves to be admired and praised. And Watson loves to listen to him, and loves to praise him. I kid you not, there is a passage where Watson praises Holmes for his cleverness and Watson says. Actually, let me find the passage for you, I need you to see this.

“My companion flushed up with pleasure at my words, and the earnest way in which I uttered them. I had already observed that he was as sensitive to flattery on the score of his art as any girl could be of her beauty.”

Watson knows how much it means to Holmes to be appreciated, verbally, out loud. And he does it, again and again, because it makes them both so happy.

I love how good they are for each other. Holmes provides the adventure, the excitement of the cases, and Watson is his constant, he provides the stability, the calm, routine, he's the home Holmes can come back to after his wild escapades (on the rare occasion that he does go off alone).

I love how protective they are of each other. Most often we see Watson's side of this, there are so many instances where Holmes is threatened by another character, most often a suspect in a case, and the MOMENT they even LOOK at Holmes wrong, Watson will stand up and hover protectively, glare at them, step between them, put his hand on his revolver, or actively throw hands. In most instances, Holmes doesn't need his protection. He's perfectly capable of protecting himself. Still, even knowing that, Watson is more than willing to step between Holmes and whatever perceived danger presents itself, take the punch for him, and make the other party pay.

HOWEVER. There are a few moments, here and there throughout the books, where we see Holmes' side of this. Moments where he knows an investigation will be dangerous, and he apologizes to Watson for involving him in this. (Watson never minds at all). Sometimes he tells him that he understands if Watson would rather not stick around for (insert xyz dangerous thing). (Watson always stays). One time he actively argues with Watson that he has to leave because it is too dangerous and he can't have it on his conscience if something happens to Watson. (Watson does not leave).

In one case, he lets a murderer go free because the crime was done in revenge for a murdered loved one, and Holmes muses that he likely would have done the same, if someone he loved was killed. A few cases later Holmes tells someone that “if [they] had killed Watson, [they] would not have got out of this room alive.”

I love the TRUST between them. So often, Holmes jumps into actions that seem so insane and dangerous, and all Watson can do is follow him and trust that Holmes has a plan. And sometimes (I'm thinking of a specific case here that tore my heart out) Holmes' entire plan hinges on Watson's actions, and specifically Watson's love for him, but Holmes can't TELL him because Watson is a lousy actor, so Holmes just has to trust that Watson will do exactly what needs to be done. “Don't forget, Watson. You won't fail me. You never did fail me.”

And, finally, not really a question but “I wouldn't know where to start.”

I think, personally, I would recommend starting with the first collection of short stories, which is “The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes”.

I found the novels a bit harder to get through because of the way they're structured, but that's down to personal preference I'm sure.

If you want to get a feel for the characters before you dive into the books, I can absolutely recommend simply watching the first few episodes of the Granada series. I believe they're all online? Yeah, I found them [here]!

Scandan in Bohemia was never my favorite case (for many reasons, most of which being the way every adaption seems to love to force a love story between Holmes and Irene Adler – thankfully Granada doesn't do this, but it's still simply not my favorite case), but episode 2 and 3, The Dancing Men and The Naval Treaty are two of my ABSOLUTE favorites in the whole series.

So go ahead and treat yourself!!

And if you decide to read the short stories, don't forget that most collections do not include “The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes” - but that one contains one of the most infamous moments in the entire series which fans just go absolutely insane over, so make sure to read that too.

And now I've accidentally written 3 A4 pages.

Whoops. I'm sorry. I hope this is what you wanted.

#PHEW OKAY #that was long #oh my god but i had so much fun writing all this #thank you bless you i am kissing you on the mouth for asking me about this because it made me so so so happy to get to talk about it!!!!!#<333 #sherlock holmes #sh #granada holmes #asks

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Yandere Jasper Hale (7/10)

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If it wasn’t for Jacob’s body warmth, I would’ve become an icicle on the ride to school. It stunned me, even despite his species, that he managed to be testy toasty all the time. He rolled up during the morning in a t-shirt and shorts. It was clearly to gloat his superiority, and he succeeded in making me very jealous.

I was more than relieved as he entered the school parking lot and pulled up to the steps. I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding in and shakily released my grip from his waist. I swung a leg over, and I stumbled, my legs not used to standing anymore.

Jacob smirked at me. But I cut him off before he could get a word in. “Stop looking at me like that,” I huffed. “It’s not my fault you’re blessed with warm genetics. Honestly, I never would’ve agreed if I knew you rode your motorcycle everywhere.”

Jacob laughed, kicking down the pedal and hopping off. We were given strange looks, and I noticed in particular Jasper’s glare from across the parking lot. I sent him a smile, which made Jacob peer back at the guy grimly. Before they could engage in a stare down, I punched Jacob in the arm playfully.

“Hey! Not here and not ever. It’s ridiculous honestly.” I smiled innocently, knowing that he couldn’t really spew any opinions about the Cullens in public.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “But listen, you seriously need to talk to Bella about… that.”

I sighed, "As much as I’d love to, she doesn’t really… respect me. We both know I’m the dumb sister. It’d be better if you told her.”

Jacob frowned. “That’s hard to believe. After all, she’s the one with - and you’re - you know what I mean.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but we both know I’m the dumb one,” I chuckled dryly. I noticed Jasper had pushed himself off the side of the jeep and was coming toward us. Jacob noticed, and he tensed. I snickered quietly, but just then, my snickers ceased because I noticed a grey sedan pull into the parking lot.

All eyes, including mine and Jacob’s were on Bella and Edward as they excited the car. Edward looked ecstatic and Bella, terrified. Edward had his arm wrapped around her. Jacob’s fists clenched as he stared at them. It certainly cleared things up in my head that Jacob had a thing for her.

He was a little biased. I kept that in mind as Jasper was suddenly beside me, throwing an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his chest.

Jacob turned back to us, sneering. “God… get your hands off of her. Don’t think you’ll mind control her like your so-called brother did to Bella.”

Jasper wasn’t amused, but he faced me anyways. “Class is going to start and you’re freezing. Thanks for driving, mutt, but I’ll take it from here.”

I clicked my tongue in irritation, grabbing Jasper’s hand and bringing him closer. “Yeah, yeah. We don’t have time for this now. I’ll see you later, Jake.”

Jacob waves curtly, straining a smile. His fury was self-evident, though, as he hopped on his motorcycle and sped off, right by Bella and Edward.

I allowed Jasper to lead me to my locker, and as I fished through my stuff, he stood behind me like a loyal guard dog. I’ve asked Alice why she doesn’t walk with us anymore, and according to her, Jasper was relishing the ‘alone’ time.

I pulled out my books, turning to Jasper. For once, all the eyes weren’t on us, but instead, Bella and Edward. They were glued to each other’s sides. Even my eyes were drawn to the couple.

“It’s great, isn’t it?”

My gaze was drawn back to Jasper, who’s bangs had fallen in front of his eyes. I chuckled, drifting my fingers to tuck it behind his ears. “It is. I never thought Bella would be one for the spotlight. She tends to avoid it.”

“Edward’s had that affect… You know, despite what your mutt friend must think… Blood isn’t our top priority. It’s just food. Eating lunch isn’t your motivation in life, just like drinking blood isn’t our’s…” His voice was hushed, and only I could hear it, as his breath was fanning over my ear. “And if you’ll so let me, I want you to be my purpose. In fact… you already are.”

My cheeks reddened. “God, you’re so cute,” I muttered, caressing his cheek. “I’d kiss you, but I have a class to attend to.”

“But you hate school.”

“Not P.E.! I love my sister, but I love seeing a dodgeball pummeled into her face even more,” I argued, tucking my gym clothes underneath my arm.

“Ah-h-h. I should’ve known,” Jasper chimed, stepping away so that I could escape my locker.

“Mhm, you should’ve. I’ll see you later.”

~~~

I sat my tray down, and for the first time ever, all of my friends weren’t greeting me. Instead, they were staring over at the Cullen’s table, where Bella sat with Edward. I hummed expectantly, ignoring the scene. However, Angela finally greeted me, which made my friends notice my arrival.

“Y/n, oh my god! First you, now your sister!” Jessica groaned. “How did she manage that?”

“It was bound to happen eventually,” I answered with a shrug. “And no, Jasper and I aren’t actually dating yet.”

“Good. It means you’re still on the market,” Mike flirted with a wink. Us girls gave him unamused glowers. “But seriously, the only reason people are into them is because of their looks.”

“I second that. The Cullens are freaks. They think they’re better than everyone else,” Jessica ranted. “Honestly? I’d hate to be in your shoes. Jasper’s hot, but who knows what’s going on behind the scenes. He always looks like he’s in pain.”

I strained a smile. "Or maybe they’re just normal people that don’t talk to their classmates because they talk crap about them behind their backs.”

“She’s not wrong, guys,” Angela parroted. “We don’t even know anything about them.”

“Exactly! And they’ve been attending for three years now! What are we supposed to think? That they aren’t a super secretive cult?”

“Yes, actually. Alice is super nice and Jasper is… I could go on about him for hours,” I giggled, casting a knowing glance over my shoulder at him. He sent me a wink from his table, an exchanged shared only between the two of us.

Mike suddenly spoke up. “So, uh, Y/n. The winter formal’s only a month away. Since you think so highly of him, is Cullen your date?”

“Oh not yet!” I exclaimed. “But I’m sure he’ll ask me soon enough.”

“Then who is your date?” Mike prodded suspiciously.

I tilted my head in confusion. “Nobody yet. Why?”

“Because you already told me you had a date when…”

The memory clicked into place and I covered my mouth in embarrassment. “It’s nothing personal, Mike. I’ve told everyone that. I, uh, just knew Jasper was going to ask eventually.”

Mike let out a grunt of displeasure, and silence fell over the table. Jessica was regarding the two of us with suspicion, although she tried to fake a smile. Poor Eric and Angela were left to watch from the sidelines.

I wanted nothing more than to shrink into nothing. The remainder of lunch, Jessica was incredibly passive aggressive - both toward Mike and me - and classes were dull since school was only ever really fun once Wednesday morning hit and I could attend AP Literature. Also known as ‘pass notes with my potential vampire boyfriend for an hour’ class.

I stuck around talking with Tyler about our project after the last class of the day. I hoped I wasn’t keeping Bella waiting. But as I walked into the parking lot and saw the grey sedan exit, I remembered - Bella wasn’t going to drive me home. And I had no car. And I didn’t want to get frozen solid from riding on Jacob’s motorcycle.

So… all my friends had left already, my sister included. Dad was at work. I guess I was walking.

I shoved my hands in my pockets, my breath visible in the snowy air. I walked through the parking lot, shoving my earbuds into my ears. Some classmates waved and I waved back, but I made my way to the road.

And thus, I turned left. I knew the way home from driving. It only few twenty minutes. I could only hope it wouldn’t take any more than an hour to get back. After all, I was hungry and cold as hell. Music blasted in my ears, so much so that I didn’t sense the footsteps beside me until a minute after the thought.

I raised my head, gasping excitedly as I recognized him. It humored me that Jasper was so bundled up in clothing that he didn’t need. He even adorned fluffy pink earmuffs that Alice probably forced on him. I couldn’t help but laugh at his appearance, and he feigned offense.

“I’m being forced to wear these, you know.”

“I know, and I love it even more for that. Alice has great taste.”

He snickered. “I was forced to wear it because she saw the future. And was fretting how you didn’t have warm enough clothes on.”

“Ah. So she also knew I wouldn’t have a ride home, huh? I wish she’d given me a heads up.”

“I’m your ride home, am I not?”

My eyes widened. “I hadn’t considered that in the slightest. I didn’t realize humans - vampires could be used as cars.”

He rolled his eyes, reaching out to my bare hand and wrapping his gloved one around mine. The fabric masked his icy touch. “Vampires are, in fact, faster than cars. So, in a way, we’re better.”

“I can’t believe you used to literally manipulate my emotions to keep me from finding out when now you’re just promoting yourself in public,” I chuckled. “What, did Alice abandon you in your time of need? Surely she could’ve seen this coming.”

Jasper’s grasp on my hand tightened, and grew tense. “Her visions change depending on a person’s decision. She couldn’t see past our conversation in the forest. That meant could’ve gone either way.”

“…Oh.” Silence fell over us as we walked down the road. Cars occasionally passed, but other than that, it was just and the snow crunching under our boots. It wasn’t awkward, and yet, I yearned for more. I never thought slightly southern accents were attractive until I met Jasper, after all.

“Hey, uh, I know it’s a school night and all, but why don’t you come over for dinner? You can officially meet my dad. Bella’s been teasing me about you for ages and it’s driving him insane.”

“…You’re sure? But you realize I can’t eat human food, right?”

“Ah! Right, I forgot. Well, maybe come over ‘after’ we eat so we can have a movie marathon or something. If dad isn’t clogging the television, that is. I know some of my favorite rom-coms are going to be playing tonight.”

“That sounds more plausible,” he agreed. “I… can only hope he’ll like me.”

“Me too,” I tittered. “I know he’s expected some rough-around-the-edges bad boy. I’m not sure why he has that impression of me, though. I know damn well I have impeccable taste in guys.”

He chuckled lowly. “You’re still too cold.”

“There’s not much you can do about it, Mister ‘Cold One,’”I reminded him.

“I can always get you home faster.”

“And waste these precious moments with you? Never.”

He sighed, caving to my stubbornness. I shivered, but it was done so triumphantly. We continued on our way, passing by the series of houses. And, as silence fell over us once more, I grew to appreciate it. It gave me time to think about a great many deal of things.

What Jacob said resonated in me. Soulless, blood-sucking monsters.

But, as I looked at Jasper and he looked back at me, and I stared into his beautiful golden eyes, I knew Jacob was wrong. Other vampires were perhaps that way. But not my Jasper, nor the Cullens in general. And even if I wanted to convince myself otherwise, I knew I couldn’t.

We finally made it back to the house just as it was growing dark. That meant it had only taken an hour or two, but the time flew by. I couldn’t help but enjoy something as trivial as walking if Jasper was with me. He walked me to my doorstep.

I hovered outside and we simply faced one another. Jasper harbored his usual stoic yet vaguely enamored expression, and because I was on th step, we were currently the same height. I fluttered my eyelids flirtatiously. “Come back in an hour, okay? I can’t wait for you to meet dad.”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, though. Charlie’s car pulled up the the side of the house, and I gaspd quietly. Jasper didn’t need to turn to know who it was due to his vampiric abilities. I clasped my hands together nervously, peering behind him as my father emerged from the police car.

He was usually slow and lazy, but he regarded us suspiciously and met us at the door. We were staring at him, and when I realized Jasper was just staring I started, "Hey, dad this is —"

Jasper shot his hand out for him to shake. “Jasper Cullen, sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Dad quirked a brow, eyeing him up and down. However, when they made eye contact, it was like his wariness dissolved. I thought for a moment that Jasper was just that charming, but then I remembered. Ah. So that’s why he wasn’t as terribly against meeting my dad, a regular human.

“Ah. I’ve heard a lot about you, Jasper,” he greeted, pulling his hand away and wiping it on his uniform. “Are you.. staying for dinner?”

Jasper shook his head. “No, sir. I was just dropping Y/n off from school.”

“I… see. And what exactly are your intentions with my daughter?” he investigated further.

I gasped in embarrassment. “Dad, no —"

Jasper just laughed. “I’m very interested in her, sir.”

My cheeks reddened and I covered my face up. I could feel my father’s glare on the both of us.

“And what exactly does that mean?”

“Geez, dad, we’re dating! You don’t need to be so hard on the guy,” I groaned. “I wish you were this hard on Bella. She’s dating Edward Cullen, you know.”

“Edward - ain’t that - she’s failed to mention that,” dad gruffly replied.

Jasper cleared his throat. “Well, I’ll be going. It was great meeting you, sir.”

“Uh, yeah, okay,” Charlie replied.

I waved him off and pulled dad into the house. I was rather giddy. Even though Jasper hadn’t made a shining impression, he’d made use of his abilities for something I actually approved of for once. The entire time while eating dinner - and watching dad grill Bella -, I eagerly anticipated Jasper’s arrival. However, several hours passed as I waited by the front door, and I eventually realized that he must’ve dipped. Maybe I shouldn’t have left my phone in my room.

I jogged upstairs and brushed my teeth. I got ready for bed, having no reason to stay up. It was only nine, sure, but this whole werewolf-vampire rivalry was exhausting to even think about.

I opened the door to my room, completely spaced out. I closed the door behind me, and when I turned back to my room, I let out a startled shriek of fright. Sitting on my bed, watching in slight amusement, was Jasper. He was no longer in his wooly attire, and in his hands he held a bouquet of f/f. He had a smug smirk on his face as he watched me catch my breath.

“Jesus Christ, Jas! You could’ve given me a head’s up.”

And then he held up my phone, dangling it between his fingers. I sniffed in disregard, plopping on the bed stomach-first, groaning into my pillow to mask my flustered face. Jasper laughed, and I heard dad suddenly knocking on the door.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah! It was just a bird —"

The door opened and I looked up from my pillow. Dad peered into my room, but it was safe to say that Jasper and the flowers had seemingly dissipated into thin air. He shut the door after bidding me a good night, which I returned.

I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. “You seriously should’ve given me a head’s up,” I repeated with a firm pout.

Suddenly he was sitting next to me upright. His lanky legs extended out onto the bed and I assumed he’d put the bouquet on my desk or something.

“It would’ve ruined the surprise,” he answered.

“The surprise?”

He tilted his head, watching as I propped myself up on my elbows. Watched him with entranced eyes as he leaned on his side. His hair bounced from the movements. And his fangs barely peeked out from his lips. He had perfectly played dimples that have his face an even lovelier shape.

“Be my date for the winter formal.”

My cheeks flushed. “Is that a request or a demand, cowboy?”

“Both.”

“Then you already know my answer, peeping tom.”

“Ah-h-h. I see. My apologies for keeping you waiting. After all, you were the one who said you’d think things through.”

I clicked my tongue. “Yeah? Well, I’m stupid and I don’t think things through. Ever. So-o-o, it’s your fault for actually expecting me todo that.”

“My bad, princess.”

I eyed him up and down. Desire welled up in my chest. He was so very close. Close enough to…

“Oh, screw you.”

I grabbed the collar of his loose white shirt, jeering him toward me. But, instead of dodging to his cheeks, I let our lips dance together for the first time. From how still he was, yet eager in how he scooted closer, it struck me as odd that an immortal vampire didn’t have much experience. So, I led him in the kiss, his lips chapped and soft.

He slowly pushed me back onto the comforter. He leaned over me, his chest pressing against mine. I groaned quietly, and that was enough for him to pull away. My lips chased him and my eyes fluttered open, but then his lips returned. Instead, he trailed butterflies across my jawline, each gentler than the previous.

My hands glided up his biceps, as his arms trapped me on both sides of my head. I arched my back in attempt to truly close off any personal distance between us. His tongue escaped his mouth and trailed all the way down to my collar bone. He pressed another soft kiss, and I quietly muttered his name. His hair tickled my face, and I grabbed at his muscular back desperately.

His movements ceased for but a moment. He dipped closer to me, and I thought nothing of it as his lips, fangs somewhat protruding, brushed against my lower neck. I hummed, feeling myself lull into a sense of tranquility. My passion and energy had sizzled out, replaced with a soft, pleasant, unidentifiable feeling. Butterflies were rampant in my stomach.

I heard thudding footsteps come upstairs. I thought nothing of it, assuming Bella or dad really had to do a number two. However, just as Jasper’s fangs brushed against them once more, my bedroom door burst open.

I shrieked again, but Jasper let out a snarl, his head rising. I recognized his blood orbs, and I followed his gaze. Standing in the doorway, panting and furious, was Jacob.

“Why, you filthy blood sucker…!”

He dashed over to the bed, reaching out for Jasper. However, he was instantly off me, panting with a mutual anger. He pressed himself against my dresser, and he was clutching the rim so tightly the wood splintered. I scrambled to sit up, the blanket watching on my foot.

But, because Jasper had dodged his advances, Jacob instead grabbed my wrist and tugged me to my feet with inhumane strength. I let out a quiet ‘oof’ as I collided with his broad chest, but that wasn’t enough. He tilted my head, showing my neck.

He suddenly let out an elongated sigh of relief, burying himself into me. I was still startled, and my shaky hands raised to pat his back.

“Damn it… I thought he changed you,” he growled under his breath.

“What - what are you talking about, Jacob?”

I heard a sudden whiz, and just like that, Jasper was gone as though he’d never been here. I pushed on Jacob’s chest, but only as much as he allowed. He held my hands to his chest, and my heart sped up expectantly. A desperate expression dawned his face.

“Y/n, you’re in denial. Please, don’t tell me he has that much control over you. I knew what he was trying to do the moment I sensed him.”

“What do you mean, change me?”

“He’s a filthy vampire, Y/n. What do you think I mean?”

I bit my lip. I didn’t… believe him. I didn’t know if I was supposed to. “We were literally just making out, though. It’s none of your business, Jake.”

He shook his head, his grasp on my wrists tightening, although I tried to pull away. “Y/n, no. You can’t tell me you didn’t see his eyes. You didn’t feel his teeth. I may not read minds like your sister’s disgusting boyfriend, but it doesn’t take a genius to know what he was thinking.”

I gulped down my disappointment. One of his hands drifting to my face, and he cupped my cheek, tilting it upward. In that moment, I saw how sincere he was. There was a disparity in his eyes that no man could fake. He want every word he said.

“But… Jasper wouldn’t do that.”

“He has before and you know that,” he insisted. “You’ve known him for what, half a year, and you think you know that blood sucker? Why do you trust him more than me? We’ve known each other since we were little. You know I’d never lie to you.”

“…Yeah, I know,” I responded, barely above a whisper.

“And just like I’d never lie to you, I’d never hide anything from you, either. Not like him.” I finally met his intense gaze, finding myself drown in his honey eyes. “And that’s why I have to tell you. It’s never been Bella. It’s always been you. Ever since we were kids, I… I’m in love with you, Y/n.”

My mind completely blanked and he dove forward, unexpectedly kissing me. But, just as quickly as his lips were against mine, he was torn away and crashed against the door. I covered my mouth as Jasper, more enraged and ragged than I’d ever seen him, threw Jacob away. Jacob immediately pounced, and it seemed that he’d suddenly grown ten times harrier.

Jasper was hunched, eyes completely blood shot, swarming with red and black. His nails had elongated indefinitely, and his fangs were very much on display. I shrunk back onto the bed as Jasper dodged out of the way, hands barely grazing Jacob’s forearm.

“What the hell is going on?”

My dad was standing in the doorway, and just like that, both of the boys returned to their normal state. The looked at me and dad worriedly. However, Jasper scowled, angrily motioning to Jacob. “This mutt kissed my girlfriend —"

“This blood sucker is a piece of crap —"

“Jesus Christ,” dad continued, rubbing his forehead. “Both of you, get out. And Jasper, if I see you in my house again, you’re dead meat. Got it? Now leave!”

Both became rather forlorn and crestfallen, still muttering under their breaths. I was still in shock from everything that went down in under ten minutes. No words were exchanged as they left, leaving only me and my very concerned father. And Bella, who’d obviously noticed something was awry.

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ᴅᴀʀᴋ! ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴏꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏 】

Sorry for the long wait I was busy with life and other fics, plus I didn't know whenever to start with this movie or choose another one so I was stuck.

Oh yeah you need to read the trailer chap before this one if you haven't.

Oh yeah this fic is posted on AO3, Wattpad and quotev :3

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"What do you mean this woman just fell from the sky?"

"She just did ok?!"

"I saw it too!"

"Oh she's moving she's waking up!"

"Step back everyone!"

As you felt yourself waking up, you slowly opened your eyes, your vision blurry as you pressed your hand on your temple, the pounding in your head was almost unbearable.

Releasing a soft groan, you struggled to set up while trying to recall what happened.

"Whoa easy now Signorina, let me help you!" Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands gently grasping your elbows, as they helped you stand on your feet.

You groaned again and turned your head to give the person you were leaning against a quick thanks.

Wait...

You thought once the blur cleared, you felt your heart drop when locked eyes with a shirtless tan-skinned man who sported long, dark hair and a full moustache, the wide grin on his face revealing the gap between his front teeth.

Who is this?

"Who the hell are you?!" You exclaimed, shoving the man off as you stepped back.

"Forgive me, Signorina, but we're the ones who should be asking the questions here, seeing as you suddenly appeared on our ship out of nowhere."

Huh?

You quickly backed up from the man and scanned your surroundings, the men surrounding you displayed a mixture of confusion and curiosity on their faces.

You frantically looked around for an escape, but saw nothing but the open ocean with no land in sight, your heart pounded loudly in your chest when you realized the situation you were in.

You were on a ship, in the middle of the fucking ocean, with what looked like to be pirates...

.......

....

You screamed.

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The men covered their ears in response to your screaming, their faces displaying the discomfort and shock at the volume of your shriek.

After a few moments, your scream died out, you looked around in confusion and panic.

Just where the hell were you?

"Stay back, don't come any closer!" You shouted, your body tense and voice shaking.

"Calm down, we're not going to hurt you." The buff man said in a gentle and reassuring tone, a contrast to her frantic demeanor.

Just as you were about to respond, you got interrupted.

"Well well well, look what we got here." A deep voice shouted from above, making you look up at the man who was standing above in the crow's nest, you squinted your eyes, trying to see the person talking.

Your eyes widened in recognition upon seeing the familiar face.

Was that..

Sinbad?!!

Oh my god

Oh my god..

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!

The man grabbed a rope and swung himself down, before letting go of the rope and performing a flip in the air. After he landed gracefully on the ship's floor, he stood up and dusted himself off before making his way over to you, who was too stunned and speechless to do anything.

"Looks like the gods have blessed us with this beautiful gift today, Welcome to my humble ship, princess." He smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close, until your lips were mere inches apart. "You and I are gonna have so much fun."

............

What in the actual-

Annnd you fainted.

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Hope you guys liked the chap, sorry it's super short ❣️

When she screamed imagine that screaming chicken from Moana, I put the gif down there.

Also alsooo I have a Yandere Hazbin hotel and Manhua/Manhwa fic so check them out if you're interested!

Hope you all have a wonderful day!

#yandere dreamworks #sinbad legend of the seven seas #yandere animation studios #Dark DreamWorks

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i-writes-things · 2 years

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Hi! Can I please request a Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley x reader platonic fic where Nancy and Robin both kind of see reader as like a younger sister figure and maybe they’re all in the upside down together / at Starcourt or something and reader gets hurt (despite Nancy already being overprotective) and it’s just angst but gentle. I’m sorry if that makes no sense I just love your works and I’m dying for you to write something Nancy / Robin based :) <3

A Perfect Plan

Nancy & Robin x Platonic!sister-figure!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, cpr, not edited.

Author's Notes: Hi!!!! Thank you so much for this request, I honestly had a better time than I thought I would writing this request!! <3

Not my Gif*

"I can be the one to distract it while El goes-"

"No." Robin cuts in.

"You could get hurt, Y/n." Nancy adds taking a step forward, filled with worries.

"She could switch with, um, Lucas. Anyone can throw a rock at a big ass monster." Robin suggests.

"No, she can't. Lucas is the only one experienced enough. It has to be him." Mike argues, aggressively turning his head towards the older girls.

"It's not a rock, me and Will found fireworks instead." Lucas corrects.

"So what if Y/n gets hurt, what if Lucas gets hurt. We all might die, so getting hurt a little bit doesn't sound so bad when compared to death." Jonathan throws out there.

Nancy and Robin both seemed apprehensive about you going into trouble, but they all were so there wasn't much they could do.

"Fine, Y/n can be the distraction."

"Yeah, thanks for your blessing." Mike said, somewhat under his breath, getting to his feet.

"Well everyone knows the plan. Lets get out there..." Steve told the group.

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"I am ready, gonna run like the speeding gazelle that I totally am..." You whispered to yourself.

Everyone was stationed in there hiding spots, and after almost an hour, there was a distant rumble and you walkied up to Dustin and Lucas.

"You guys heard that? Over."

"Copy, we did hear it. Stay sharp. Over."

"Copy that, Dust. Over." You shut off the walkie and looked out at the light up mall, that was completely empty. No shoppers shopping, only light up shops with no cashiers to check you out at a slow day at the mall, but it was close to midnight and the dead silence was making you feel sick. The eerie air finally settling, just as your sense were over loaded with noise. It was your queue. You had to run. You had to run right now. Waving and shaking yourself around you ran out and was immediately stunned at the size of the iky creature that had all its focus on you. A scream from the other end of the mall square got not only the Monster's but your attention as well. Panic washing over you, you screamed back and continued until the monsters full attention was on you again.

"KILL ME MIND FLAYER!!!" Nancy heard your scream with tears in her eyes as she ran to her next position, going to meet Steve.

You were running around as the rest of the group got into there final positions. Legs aching, you ran on, pushing yourself, waiting for the signal. It was life or death and with the will to live on, your legs never stopped.

An Explosion from the other side of the mall rang in your ears, Lucas's voice as follows, "Eat this, you ugly piece of shit!" another round of fireworks went off.

You jogged off to the side, leaning against a wall, catching your breath and saw your friends take on the monster themselves. Steve and Nancy's trap had seemed to be going on just fine, not that the monster was having any of it, but it was working to an extent.

El was up and after a final deep breath to get it all back you looked around for her. Billy was even standing in the darkness. Almost running out, wanting to do something to help but came up empty handed. You had nothing to help with. Your eyes scanned the place around you, a water fountain, closed store front, and a janitors closet. Nothing useful to help with the fight. A scream came from your left, out from across the mall, El and Billy were in the misted of fighting. Eleven's nose bleeding, and a sweaty Billy they fought through it.

You on the other hand, had an instinct to get something from that closet. A broom, a pole, a bat, a stick, maybe even a high powered lawnmower and just shred the creature to death. All that you could get your hands on was a mop. You held it tight in your sweaty palms, deciding if this was really what you were about to do. As another scream clouded your head, so did your judgement as you went flailing over the mall. Leaping atop a bench and wacky its sliminess your very ineffective mop. The only thing that you were met with was a hard slap to the face that sent you flying right off the bench...

Some time later...

A far away voice, a bright light and a headache was all you were met with.

"Y/n!" It called again, it was like a dream. You weren't fully sure of anything. But well you fully focused on the voice, it pulled you back with such an urgency to it that your only reaction was an overwhelmed scream.

"Y/n...?" They asked from your right.

"Steve, go get her, she's awake!!" Will's familiar voice stuck out from the rest, as he pushed passed the crowd that stood around your Hospital bed.

"What happened, Y/n?" Mike asked, Dustin being the one to stop him from asking anything more.

"Shut up, Mike."

"Wha-"

"Y/n, how do you feel?" The same familiar voice flooded your vision coming from your right again. Finally looking in that direction you saw her, Nancy.

"Did we kick ass?" Nancy smirked, and the whole group started to smile a bit.

"Yeah," She smiled, "we did kick ass."

"Good. How am I?" Her smile faded slightly, as growing footsteps turned into Robin pushing Mike and Lucas beside to get to you.

"What the hell were you thinking?" She whispered and gave me a big hug, letting a breath go.

"I remember, I wasn't. Thinking, I mean." My own smile shows through as she pulls away.

"You better start thinking next time, Y/n." Nancy examined the bruises on your neck and face.

"I'm alive aren't I, Nance?"

"Barely."

"I can breath just fine."

"Yeah, after Steve did CPR-" She bit her lip, "Twice."

You thought it for a moment, you weren't breathing. You. Weren't. Breathing.

"But you'll be out of here in no time." Robin pulled you out of your horrid thoughts and into the positive side.

Giving a smile and a nod, "Yeah," your quiet response made everyone kinda sad. But Max and Eleven were sitting outside, both under this bit weight on their shoulders after that fight. They didn't want to see you till you were better. The same thought came to you, you would see them in time. Right now was just not the time. Thankfully you had your two big sisters to watch out for you, until your parents came to your rescue.

"Thanks, guys, for saving my life and all." All giving different nods and 'Of course's' ending off with a 'Your welcome' from Steve.

#stranger things group #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #robin buckley x sister!figure!reader #Nancy wheeler x sister!figure!reader #mike wheeler #jonathan x nancy #jonathan byers #steve harrington #eleven

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every lover's got a little dagger in their hand (3/?) [joel miller/reader]

Summary: You find Joel at Cumberland Farms in the midst of his quest to save the human race. "You had so many questions you wanted to ask Joel. Where did he get a kid from? Where was Tess? Was he on a job? If so, then why the kid? Did he feel anything when he looked at you?"

Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who supported part one. This wouldn't have continued without y'all. Title from Love From the Other Side by Fall Out Boy. Sorry for the absence! Life has been crazy. I got sick, had family issues, and all kinds of other stuff. Thank y'all for your patience. 💖

part one // part two

Joel had a list of things you all needed to do before he would let you leave Lincoln.

He insisted the three of you shower, taking advantage of the hot water and actual water pressure that Bill and Frank had been blessed with throughout the apocalypse. You let Ellie go first, taking a moment to search for supplies you would need for the trip to Wyoming. You were stuffing a bag you found with nonperishables when you realized the house sounded a little too quiet.

You knew Joel was a man of very little words, but Ellie seemed like a chatterbox. You figured she was the kind to sing in the shower or even talk to herself, so hearing nothing at all piqued your curiosity.

You went in search of Joel and found him and Ellie in the downstairs bunker.

"--a whole wall of them!" Ellie was saying, gesturing towards the guns mounted on the wall beside her.

"No." Joel said, turning his back on her, as if that was the end of the matter.

"What's going on?" You asked as you approached them, taking in Joel’s stormy expression and Ellie’s annoyed one.

"I think I should be able to take a gun to defend myself, but Joel says no. What do you say?" Ellie asked, hope in her voice as she turned to face you.

"She doesn't get a say," Joel immediately refuted. "I'm the one responsible for you."

"So, what?" You asked, looking over at Joel. "Are you saying I'm not responsible for Ellie? I should just let her get eaten by runners or taken by raiders? I've got no stake in her wellbeing at all?"

"Look, I'm not askin' you to let the kid get murdered, but I'm the one in charge on this job, and I say no gun."

You shared an irritated look with Ellie before schooling your expression into one of agreement. "Fine," you conceded with a nod at Joel. "Now, go take a shower. You're starting to smell like a shambler. I'm guessing it's been a while."

Joel and Ellie shot you twin confused looks and you shrugged your shoulders before gesturing for Joel to leave the room. He narrowed his eyes at you, as if assessing whether he could trust you alone with Ellie or not, before he finally went up the stairs.

"What's a shambler?" Ellie wondered, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Hopefully you'll never have to find out," you told her, half-distracted as you listened for the sound of Joel retreating towards the upstairs bathroom. When you were sure the coast was clear, you reached out to pull a pistol off the wall, considering it for a moment. You weighed it in your hand, comparing it to the other handguns on the wall. Finally, you deemed it good enough, before handing it over to Ellie. "Here," you said, ignoring her stunned expression.

"But Joel--"

"Wants to protect you," you cut her off. "But I do too and there's gonna come a time when Joel won't be there or I won't be there to save your ass. A runner's not going to care how old you are when it tries to take a bite out of you," you said, justifying your decision. "Now, we've got maybe five minutes tops before he's out of the shower, which means I've only got five minutes to make sure you're not going to hurt yourself with that."

By the time Joel was showered and wearing some of Frank's clothes, you made sure Ellie had the gun tucked safely away in her backpack. You took your shower next, taking care not to rush since you weren't sure when you would next be afforded the opportunity to really get clean without worrying about dying for having your guard down.

Before you went downstairs, you stole a clean t-shirt and flannel out of an upstairs closet. You weren't sure if it belonged to Bill or Frank, but you didn't care as long as you were carrying a piece of them with you. You didn't want to forget them and everything they had done for you. You wouldn't.

But leaving Lincoln behind, watching it slip away from the passenger side window, felt like a goodbye you weren't ready to give. You thought you had more time to come back and see Frank and Bill again. You should have remembered you were all living on borrowed time. Eventually, your luck would run out, the people around you would vanish, and you would die all alone.

You took a trembling breath, ignoring Joel's curious look, before focusing your attention on the passing scenery.

Time passed in fits and starts, leaving you bored and restless. You listened to Ellie mess with Joel, first with puns and then by commenting on the dirty magazine Bill left behind in the truck. You let Ellie's delighted laughter wash over you and caught the small, hidden smile on Joel's face.

It didn't take a genius to realize that Ellie was good for Joel. She gave him a purpose he seemed to desperately need and while you didn't know much about Joel pre-apocalypse, you knew Ellie brought out a side of him you had never really seen before. Maybe she reminded him of someone he used to know. Maybe she gave him something to finally care about. Either way, you knew you would fight to keep her around, if not for Ellie's survival, then for Joel's sake and sanity.

As the sun began to set, Joel decided to find a place to settle down for the night.

"We should start a fire," Ellie suggested once she was sitting on the ground.

"Can't," Joel argued, taking out a couple of cans of food from a bag. "It'll draw infected and worse, it'll draw people. Sometimes, that's worse than any infected you'll run across out here. People can do a lot worse than just kill you."

"Oh," Ellie breathed, nodding her head. "It's going to be a cold night, then, huh?"

"Yup," you agreed, taking the can of food that Joel handed to you. "But you can't really beat a night out under the stars."

Ellie squinted at you before shrugging her shoulders. "A cold night under the stars with cold food."

"Can't have everything," Joel quipped, before gesturing towards the open can of food he put in front of Ellie. "Now shut up and eat your dinner."

Ellie shared a commiserating look with you before digging into her can of cold ravioli.

It wasn't until later, after you were all settled in your respective sleeping bags, that you started to wonder whether the plan to sleep out in the woods to avoid hunters had a flaw or two. You thought about voicing your concerns to Joel once Ellie was asleep, but she beat you to the punch.

"Will anyone find us out here?" She asked, her tone cautious and worried.

"Doubtful," Joel answered, but only from years of knowing him did you hear the hint of concern in his voice. You glanced over at Joel, meeting his eyes, a moment of understanding shared between you.

You trained your eyes back on the glimpses of stars you could see through the tree branches above you. You listened to Ellie try to lighten the mood with puns before she finally slipped off to sleep. You sat up, being careful not to make too much noise, before you reached for the gun at your side.

"What're you doing?" Joel asked, already halfway out of his sleeping bag.

You rolled your eyes before gesturing for him to lie down. "Get some rest," you ordered, leaning against a tree at the edge of the clearing. "I've got first watch."

"But--" he tried to argue.

"Joel, shut up and go to sleep. You've been driving all day. I'll get you up in a few hours."

Joel watched you for a few moments and you knew there was a part of him that didn't trust you. Whether he thought it was as simple as not waking him up or as serious as stealing everything and making a run for it in Bill's truck, you weren't sure, but you didn't care. Joel would run himself ragged and you weren't going to let that happen.

"C'mon," you coaxed, quirking an eyebrow at him. "I so much as hear a twig snap and I'll wake you up," you promised, trying to sound as sincere as you could. Unless a whole horde of clickers suddenly stumbled across your camp, you were going to let Joel sleep through the night for once.

"Wake me up in three hours," he demanded before turning over, putting his back to you.

“Will do,” you lied, trying to keep a smile off your face.

You leaned against the tree behind you, settling in for the long night ahead.

The woods were full of noises that would have made most people jumpy. You were used to being on your own, and you knew which noises meant danger and which were entirely harmless. Thankfully, there was nothing to worry about through the night, and while Joel and Ellie slept, you tried to keep yourself preoccupied with thoughts of the journey ahead. Getting to Wyoming could be dangerous and while you were no stranger to everything that could go wrong along the way, you also couldn't help but hope you'd have no problems.

You knew it was a pipe dream, but you didn't care. There was something about Joel that made you believe everything would be okay. Even if you ran into clickers and bloaters and everything else, he'd find a way to get you through it.

You got the feeling Joel didn't have a lot of faith in himself, but you had all the faith in the world in him. And from the way Ellie looked at him, you had a feeling you weren't alone.

As dawn approached, your night of waiting was nearly over. You knew Joel would be pissed that you didn't wake him up to take a shift on watch, but you didn't care. You knew, without a doubt, he planned on trying to make it to Tommy without stopping for sleep again, so he would need as much of it as he could get.

"Hey," you tried, kneeling over Joel. You didn't want to startle him, but you also knew it would take a bit more to wake him up since he couldn't hear so well out of his right ear and he was sleeping on his left. "Joel," you whispered, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder.

You felt him jolt awake, his hand automatically going for his gun.

"Easy," you soothed, holding your hands up to show him you weren't a threat. "'stime to get up is all."

Joel squinted at you for a moment before he glanced around. "What time is it?"

You shrugged your shoulders, leaning back to give him some space as he sat up. "No idea, but it's morning," you pointed out, ignoring his disgruntled groan.

"I told you three hours," he reminded you, moving to stand, hastily rolling up his sleeping bag.

"And I didn't agree to that," you shot back, also moving to stand. “I think the words I used were ‘a few hours,’ and here we are,” you said, gesturing around the clearing. “A few hours later.”

"Forgot that about you," Joel grumbled, shooting you an irritated look before he started towards the truck.

"Forgot what?" You wondered, watching him pull out a few things from the bed of the truck.

"How sneaky you are," he answered, moving towards you. He set his items down on the ground before you realized he was working on getting a pot of coffee started.

"It's kept me alive all this time," you mused, content to watch Joel work. "Besides, I can sleep in the truck. You've got to get us to Wyoming."

Joel snorted and shook his head, not bothering to even look at you. You listened to the coffee begin to bubble and hiss, steam rising from the top of the coffee maker.

"Ugh," Ellie groaned, squinting her eyes open. "What smells like shit?"

"Coffee," Joel responded, sounding smug and satisfied as he poured the drink into a travel mug.

"Ugh," Ellie repeated, rolling her eyes, before she glanced at you. "You drink that too?"

"Sometimes," you told her, chuckling at her disgusted noise.

"There's something wrong with both of you," she muttered.

"Just get up," Joel ordered, barely hiding a smirk as he took an obnoxiously loud sip of his coffee. "It's time to get on the road."

"Yeah, yeah," Ellie grunted before pushing herself to stand. "Early bird gets the worm and all that."

"Exactly," Joel agreed, the concealed mirth in his voice bringing a small smile to your face.

"C'mon, old man," you said, nudging Joel with your elbow. "I need a nap."

"Old man," Joel grumbled, shooting you an irritated look. "Didn't seem to think I was so old when--," he abruptly cut himself off, glancing over at Ellie.

"What?" She asked, glancing between you and Joel. "Is this something about how you two used to fuck?"

"No," Joel denied, turning his back on Ellie. "Just finish getting your stuff. We should've already been on the road."

By the time Joel was behind the wheel and you were stretched out across the back seat of the truck, you could feel sleep rushing up to claim you. You drifted off to the sound of Joel telling Ellie all about Tommy and woke to them talking about you.

"--with her, then what was the whole thing with Tess? I mean, you obviously had something."

"Tess was..." Joel trailed off, searching for the right words. "She was my best friend," he finally admitted, sounding pained as if he didn't want to say something so personal. "She got me through some tough things. Y/N," he cut himself off, heaving a weary sigh. "She's something else, alright? And that's all we're gonna talk about it."

"Do you love her?" Ellie asked, her voice soft and curious.

"Didn't I say that's all we're gonna talk about it? Besides--shit," Joel hissed, prompting you to sit up, on full alert.

"What is it? What's going on?" You blurted, already envisioning the worst.

"Road's blocked," Joel pointed out, nodding at the vehicles in the way. "We'll have to find a way around."

You had a sinking feeling in your gut that told you this was only a tiny obstacle on the way to a big fucking problem. You frowned, your heart starting to beat faster in anticipation, as Joel took different streets, attempting to find a way out of the city.

It wasn't until a guy limped out into the street, waving his hands frantically, and pleading for help that you realized why you had such a horrible feeling about this.

It was a trap.

"Put your seatbelt on," Joel ordered Ellie, sparing a quick glance for you over his shoulder, before he tugged the steering wheel to the side, attempting to drive past the guy pretending to be hurt. You saw the moment the guy realized the jig was up before he pulled a gun from his waistband and aimed it at the truck.

"Keep your head down," you told Ellie, reaching forward to urge her to duck down in her seat.

Everything after that moment passed in a disorienting blur of chaos and pain.

The back window exploded in a rain of glass, you felt a bolt of agony shoot through your shoulder, and then Joel lost control of the truck. The last thing you saw before everything went black was Ellie's terrified face as the truck crashed through the front of an abandoned laundromat.

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The New Mistress Fuca Part 1

Fuca Fuheng just lost his not-so-beloved wife, Hitara Erqing. Finally feeling as though he might get a bit of respite, he’s once again thrown into the deep end when the emperor arranges a second marriage for his most trusted General. He arranges a marriage with the Weiyan clan, a clan made up of scholars and military generals alike.

Will Fuheng’s new wife be the same as his old one? Will she be able to change his eternally frosty demeanor? Or will she be cursed to a life of loneliness at the hands of her infatuated husband?

Author's Note: Thank you everyone for your patience with me, I've been going through some major writers block and haven't had time recently to write but I'll try to update this as much as possible. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this, it's gonna be a semi-slowburn.

Warnings: Arranged marriage, Fictional OC, Fictional names, Distortion or misrepresentation of Historical facts.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Everyone had heard about Fuca Fuheng of the great Fuca Clan. The man who rapidly climbed up the imperial ranks, bringing glory to both his Clan as well as the Empire. The man who everyone envied. The man who recently lost his wife, Erqing.

When the Emperor issued a second marriage, the Weiyan Clan was both shocked and pleased. The Emperor, himself, granting such an advantageous marriage to one of their daughters was a great honor. Her mother, Weiyan Fei was incredibly excited, happy that her daughter had been paired with such a great man. She immediately started preparations for the impending nuptials, making sure that nothing was short of perfection. She had the finest robes made and ordered for the finest jewels to be set into her daughter’s head-piece, because after all, her eldest daughter deserved the best.

Her mother held her hands, overcome with emotion at the prospect of not seeing her daughter again, to which she promised that she’d visit so often that her mother would get sick of her. Her mother laughed, chiding the young woman.

Placing her daughter in the wedding sedan, the pair tearfully said goodbye, promising to see each other at the Fuca manor for the wedding.

She sat in the wedding sedan, head weighed down by the golden crown placed delicately on her head by her maids. Her fingers played with the embroidered sleeves of her phoenix robe. The robe was magnificent, the embroidery, vivid and life-like. As she toyed with the fabric, she wondered, ‘What will my future husband be like?’

‘Will he be kind?’

‘Will he be gentle?’

‘Will he be angry?’

‘Will he be rude?’

Her musings were cut off when she felt the sedan halt. They had arrived.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the sedan, ready to meet her groom. She was lead through the courtyard to the prayer hall where the ceremony would take place.

Her vision was blurred by the red veil but she could make out a few things like the beautiful decorations that flooded the Fuca manor as well as the magnificent architecture that the old manor seemed to proudly display.

Her soon-to-be groom stood proud and tall, a cold expression on his face and ice in his eyes. He barely looked at her during the ceremony. The pair dutifully bowed in synchrony, completing the marriage ceremony before retiring to the bridal suite.

She sat on the bed graciously, awaiting the arrival of her husband to remove her veil. She was nervous, what if he found her unattractive? Her thoughts halted as she heard him enter the room. Soon she felt him near her. Slowly kneeling before her, he removed the veil from her face.

She looked at him, stunned by his beauty. It was no wonder that so many women pined after him, she seemed blessed to have such an attractive husband, yet he seemed to glare at her. His expression betrayed no emotions yet his eyes, like burning charcoal were filled with what looked like anger.

The first words he said to her dripped venom, as if he was cursed to interact with her he said, “I will not lay with you.”

Shocked, she let out, “What do you mean?”

“I do not want to consummate our union,” he said, again.

“Why?” She asked, heartbroken. What would her relatives say? What would her mother say? Barely a few minutes into her marriage and she’d already failed in the one thing she was meant to do.

“Because I’m not ready.”

“You do realize that if our union is not consummated, we are going against the Imperial Edict, which is treason. Furthermore, by lying about it we would be committing the crime of deceiving the Emperor which will surely get us both killed,” she stated, voice growing more panicked as she went on.

“I do realize that. Trust me, I know and I have thought this through. I will not lay with you until I’m ready,” he said stubbornly.

“Fine, do as you wish. But when you’re ready, I might not be there, waiting for you,” she warned.

“I already know how that feels,” he said cryptically, chuckling bitterly.

He moved to exit the room but halted when he hard her call his name.

“Since we’re not consummating our marriage like we’re supposed to, would you mind helping me take off all of my hair pins? I’d usually have a maid to do that but since she’s not here, you’re all I’ve got and tragically I’ll have to make do with you,” she said, sighing in mock disappointment before taking a seat near the dresser.

Reluctantly agreeing, Fuheng stood behind his new bride, gently pulling out the heavy gold pins from her hair. Her long black hair tumbled out of her bun like a midnight waterfall, soft to the touch he felt like he was caressing spun silk.

After removing her head-dress she sighed in content, glad to have the extra weight off her neck. Massaging her neck, she looked at her husband through the mirror, watching him. He didn’t want to make eye-contact with her, strange.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“You can take the bed,” he said.

“And where will you sleep? The floor?”

“Don’t be silly, I’ll sleep in my office.”

“Your office? But it gets so cold during the night! Surely you can tolerate my presence for one night?” She said, concerned. As much as she might dislike her new husband, she did not want him to catch is death prematurely.

Sensing his reluctance she sighed, “Look, if you sneak out of our room and the servants see you sleeping in your office it will be more humiliating for me than it would be for you. Everyone will talk and I’d prefer it if they did not, especially since our marriage is new and my place in your household is currently unstable. Okay?”

He stared at her intensely.

She stared right back, unrelenting. If he would not sleep with her, the least he could do was protect her reputation.

Seeing her refusal to backdown, the young General reluctantly acquiesced. Calling in one of his trusted manservants, he called for a second bedspread. Then laying it down beside his marital bed, he went to slip into something more comfortable to sleep in when his new wife emerged from behind the screen within their room. Wearing a soft-looking robe with her long hair swaying behind her as she moved, she walked past him.

She laid down on their bed before and looking at him for a few minutes and turning away.

Averting his eyes to his wife, he moved behind the screen and changed his wedding robes. Emerging from behind the screen, he approached the bedding on the floor before laying down. He closed his eyes, trying to sleep yet Chuángshén let him get no respite.

He could hear the soft breaths of his wife and couldn’t help but feel a small degree of pity. She was tied to a man who loved another. She was cursed to a life full of loneliness and misery. But despite his pity, he remained cautious, intent to not have history repeat itself with his second wife. He decided, in that moment, that he would watch her and not let her tear down his home, like his previous wife did.

Part 2

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Hunter - Enemy Mine 4 - Beneath The Surface

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/ Sexual Content/ Nudity/ 18+ / Angst

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As if things weren't complicated enough, this strange energy between you returns again, this time more intense, different. Both of you will be put to a tough test.

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What Happened Before:

Enemy Mine

Part 2 - No Way Out

Part 3 - Turning Tables

Part 4 - Beneath The Surface

It was exhausting to keep an eye on him all the time, you eventually got tired and your eyes kept falling shut. You knew he was watching you, just waiting for the right moment, that made you nervous and made you startle again and again when you were about to fall asleep.

The last days and hours had been especially exhausting for you, you were not used to such situations at all and your body wanted and needed rest urgently. But unfortunately you could not allow your body this rest now.

"Stop it! I saw you trying to untie yourself again."

Hunter sighed and said, "You're overtired, you're imagining it. Listen, we can work something out-"

"How long is someone theoretically out of action if I stun them with the blaster?" you interrupted him.

"Um, it depends on the weapon, but it can take up to three or four hours with a good weapon," he replied, frowning critically.

You glanced at your watch and said, "I'm guessing your weapon is a good one. So if I set my alarm for three hours, I'll get some sleep when I stun you."

Hunter looked at you wide eyed "Wait what? No, no, no wait Uugh-"

The shot knocked him out instantly and you breathed a sigh of relief. On your watch you set the time and finally closed your eyes for a while, calming down.

When you woke up and slowly opened your eyes, you sensed that something was wrong and, sure enough, you were startled to see Hunter bending over you with the handcuffs in his hand. He had obviously freed himself and was about to put them back on you. You pulled up your knee to kick him and felt that your legs were tied together. You let out an angry scream and punched at him, trying to kick him at the same time with your legs tied together.

"Stay away from me!"

He maneuvered you out and threw himself heavily over you, trying to grab your arms to cuff you, but you squirmed violently under him, screaming and growling, almost like a wild animal.

The cord with which your legs were tied together suddenly broke and you were able to move more freely. You heard him swear and he pressed himself between your thighs to keep your legs apart so you couldn't kick him with full force. Only now, when you tried to kick him anyway, you realized that your feet were bare, he had probably taken your boots off so you couldn't just run away.

"Hold still, girl! Hold still, I don't want to hurt you, damn it!"

You continued to struggle for quite a while, but finally you were lying under him, breathing heavily, your lungs burning with exertion, his hands each wrapped around your wrists to the left and right of your head like vices. You stared at each other, his dark gray eyes looking into yours, and when he shifted his weight a little, he smelled it again, your arousal. His pupils dilated, you could see it for sure. He couldn't help it his senses immediately jumped to it, his body reacted but he held back.

He felt his cock swell behind his cod piece and swallowed. He just didn't understand those signals, you were definitely fighting him off, yet your body was releasing hormones that signaled sexual desire. How the hell was he supposed to deal with that? He wasn't like other men, his senses were often a blessing but more often a curse.

He pinned you beneath him, still wrapping his hands around your wrists, his body weight on you keeping you grounded. You stare at each other for what feels like an eternity.

You blinked, confused, you should be angry and scared, but somehow it all suddenly felt very different. Maybe because you believed him that he didn't want to hurt you, because you felt that there was no real danger to your life from him. The way he looked at you, the way his pupils suddenly dilated, you knew he felt it too. You couldn't even name it, simple arousal wasn't it, it was a heat that seemed to be of much deeper origin.

Hunter shifted his weight a little and you felt relief, he no longer weighed your body down completely with his, but he maintained body contact.

Your faces suddenly came closer and closer and out of an impulse you closed your eyes. You felt his lips on yours, the next moment it felt like fireworks tingling under your skin. It was inexplicable what was happening to you, but you returned his kiss. Slowly, hesitantly. He was unexpectedly gentle at first.

When his tongue playfully slid along your lower lip, asking for entrance, you let him without thinking about it. A velvety collision of your tongues sent sparks through your core, you felt the arousal creep between your thighs, it got hotter down there while your panties slowly moistened.

You moaned softly into the kiss, unable to stop it, and he began to kiss you more fiercely. One of his hands briefly released your right wrist to remove the cod piece of his armor. Even though your one hand was now free you didn't try to free yourself or hurt him, instead you waited for him to reach for it again, which he did shortly after.

He broke away from the kiss to look at you as he began to slowly but with vigor roll his hips between your thighs, pressing his lap into yours. You felt clearly through the fabric of your clothes that his cock was hard as stone. He looked at you, but didn't say a word.

Your legs closed around him almost automatically and you began to sway with his movements, chasing the wonderful friction he was creating on your pubic area. Hunter kissed you again, a little wilder this time, never stopping to rub his hard length against your lap through the fabric of his pants.

You wanted more, you wanted to be naked, you wanted him to be naked, you wanted to feel bare skin on bare skin.

When his lips broke away from yours again you asked, "Can we do more?"

Hunter lifted his head slightly to look at you.

"More? Is that what you want? Do you want me to do more with you?" he asked so quietly and softly in his deep voice that your underwear almost left your body on its own.

You nodded and looked at him, fascinated. Only now did you really notice how beautiful this man actually was, he was ravishingly handsome. Striking, masculine, dark hair, deep eyes, tanned skin and what you could feel of his body through his clothes was trained, firm and simply wonderful.

He smiled, and he looked even more ravishing than before.

"Then tell me, cyar'ika."

"I want more," you breathed to him.

He sat up, you followed his example and sat up as well. You began undressing each other, kissing, touching. His big, strong hands wandered along every curve of every naked piece of skin he exposed while your fingers felt his muscles in fascination. He was even more ravishing naked than you had expected, a picture of a man.

The last piece of clothing fell, your bra, and with a quiet clatter, the data stick that you had hidden there dropped out and to the floor. You both looked at the floor where the flash drive suddenly lay, then you looked at each other. Your heart began to race again.

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Art I'm Looking Forward To In 2023

I wanted to share the art that I think might be good coming out in 2023. I am not including ongoing art that I am looking forward to not because it doesn't belong here but because I might make another post about those things. I don't want this too be too crowded. Each of this will be given an SPS - Sapphic Potential Score which says how likely I think it is that they will make my lesbian ass happy. These are mostly goofs on what I think is likely not to be taken seriously.

Fire Emblem Engage

This is probably the thing I am most excited about, it's like my whole personality right now, I am obsessed. I really love the wild art style and the gameplay looks really solid. The concept of fusing with old Fire Emblem characters is really cool. The flying base is really awesome and all the fashion and side content looks really cute. I think this could be at the top of Fire Emblem games gameplay wise.

I do have worries about this game, narratively it seems rather basic, fight an evil dragon, maybe your half evil dragon, collect the mugffins and kill the big dragon. The game's DLC and Amiibo stuff is frustrating in the amount of content being gated off. The roster size sounds potentially pretty small seemingly going to tie around the same roster size as the smaller casts. I am also worried how Rosardo will be treated and I really hope we avoid a Forrest situation.

That said, I am way more excited then I am worried and I am a dirty little consumer who already pre-ordered the DLC knowing I will play the game day one and I want Edelgard with me. I mostly use my Twitter account to tweet about Fire Emblem Engage nowadays, I am just so excited and if you DM me to talk about the game, I will just gush about it for however long you'll let me. I can't wait and am glad we're getting it near the start of the new year.

SPS: Player Sexual and Historians will say they were besties/10

Arcane Season 2

While Arcane was far from a perfect show for me, I really love the breath taking style of animation and Jinx and look forward to seeing what happens moving forward and if they'll give Vi her terrible canon fate of becoming a cop. I think the character designs are all stunning and seeing the animation in motion is just so captivating I can't help but be enraptured in the show and want to watch more.

Not to mention the actual character interactions are all really engaging with brilliant voice acting from everyone involved really capturing the world. It's never boring when things are on screen even when the politics are mid at best. Ekko also presents what appears to be a solar punk anarchist alterative in season 1 but we'll see how that is handled by the show.

This show is a blessing and a curse, with the curse being now I know all this League OF Legend lore cuz I got really curious after and started playing Legends Of Runeterra but Legends Of Runeterra is one of the most interesting card games out there, so not a total loss. I know I'll be going into season 2 very different now knowing about all the things from the games where as before I really didn't think of this little war between countries in a wider nerd universe context. I am really interested on how I'll enjoy.

SPS: Directors Says It's Canon but not on screen/10

Assorted Entanglements, Vol. 1

I love myself some Yuri manga and while I prefer a more action forward Yuri I do like a Slice of life from time to time and having an anthology of stories bout women loving women who are adults or at least one story features an adult is exciting.

This little collection of yuri manga sounds really cute. I don't have a lot to say about it, I don't even know what all is in it, I just like the sound of it.

SPS: No Queer ID But Very Gay/10

Super Lesbian Animal RPG

[Technically this is out very soon but ya know, end of the year lists are already up and I won't beat this till next year]

I've been looking forward to this game for a long time, I've been backing the creator for probably 2 years maybe 3 now on the dev journey. Whatever the number from the first time I played the demo I was hooked on this sweet little indie RPG. The character designs are adorable and colorful, the kissing mechanic is so cute, and really this is just what I want out of a game.

I really love when games just sell their queerness on the tin, I hate having to go and just randomly play a game and hope to the goddess queer coded or characters I just like are gay, here, I already know I am gonna get gay after gay after gay. Also having the protagonist be a trans woman is really cool and super rare to this day in the industry.

This game looks like it'll be one of my favorite games of all time not just next year and I can't wait to finally start playing it. Please check this game out, support indie queer art.

SPS: Ooops All Lesbians/10

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady Season 1

This series has a delightful name but seems to be far from the typical isekai fair. The series is a yuri and it is far less focused on the girl being super awesome because her past life and instead kinda treat her knowing about her past life as a thing that causes her to have a disability in this world. The Genius Young Lady makes magical inventions because she can't use magic, so she learned how to make items that make magic happen.

The girl is super sweet and kind and it doesn't feel gross at all. It's more or less just a fantasy story with the Isekai seemingly thrown in for getting the book published. It's a really interesting series that I haven't gotten very far in but I think this is going to be a super special anime. I really think this year might end up giving me my favorite animes of all time.

SPS: Yuri/10

Asumi-chan is Interested in Lesbian Brothels! Vol. 1

[Technically this is out now but I haven't read it and won't get to it till next year] In terms of upcoming Yuri manga this isn't one I am sure I am gonna grab right away but it is one I am intended to grab whenever I can. Sometimes you want something a bit more horny then your chaste "do I like her" vibes. In particular what has me excited about this one because it actually is invoking Lesbian identity.

It is shockingly rare for sapphic manga in general but in particular yuri to talk about sexuality. We get homosexuality without sapphic identities, lives, problems, etc. I love when we are more zoomed into the real world way we use labels and we explore ourselves and communicate ourselves. While it's not "needed" to tell a sapphic story, I do think it adds a lot to bring in queerness.

Plus, I mean, a girl going to Lesbian Brothels, that's cool, i'm in.

SPS: Horny Lesbian's Wanted/10

Street Fighter 6

Of all the fighting game series, Street Fighter isn't my favorite but it might become my favorite thanks to this game. The massively in depth character creator seems to be beyond what any other game is providing in the whole industry. The utterly stunning range of possibilities is just so captivating that I am compelled to buy this game simply to dress up my character.

I really enjoy playing fighting games even if I am not particularly great at them. There was a time where I really strives to be a competitive level player and that did include playing SF4 a lot. While playing that game I fell in love with Juri and her returning here also really drew me in, plus following Chun-li's arc as a mother finally after so many years from SF3 where she adopted her child.

My only real worries for this is DLC prices and general business practices along with if I'll be able to use my OC creations in casual vs modes where I feel I should be able to use them. I hope the DLC isn't priced poorly and I really hope you can take your OCs to casuals even if they have to commit to one characters moveset instead of the custom ones from World Tour Mode.

SPS: Just say Juri is gay already/10

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury Season 2

Technically this is an ongoing series but there will be a break between seasons so, it goes here, I make the rules. I love The Witch From Mercury so far, Sulleta is adorable, I think her and Mio are cute together, I think the cast is fun and the action is stunningly animated. I have loved season 1 so far, I only didn't include it in my list of art that touched me this year because season 1 isn't done yet and won't be done till next year too. Bad endings could for sure ruin this but ahhh I love this show.

This show has really great characters, so many shitty people I hate but I hate in a great way. Then it has characters I fucking love like Sulleta, Chuchu, and Prospera who are just fucking amazing top level characters, best characters in the biz. Then there is the utterly stellar action, I mean take my breath away, I love this shit. It really is just really fucking good.

I can't help but worry that the show will fail to deliver actual queerness but it really doesn't seem like it will. Still, I can't help but worry about it. I also worry about the story kinda falling off in season 2 but I really don't know what is gonna happen, all I know is I am locked in right now and excited every Sulleta Sunday.

SPS: Two sad Keychains Falling Down in a dark room/10

Wake The Living 2

While I hadn't become instantly hooked on the original Wake The Living, the improvements to the game for the sequel is utterly thrilling. With the game already being very queer and having a fun more gothic edge to most SRPGs it really is setting up a familiar yet strange little world to enter.

What really sold me on this game was the developer talking about wanting to have canon polyamory as a major part of the story and about how canon queerness not just player choice mattered to them so it really pulled me in and I still really want to beat the original before I play Wake The living 2. The first game is out for free, right now, go get it, it costs nothing if you don't like it you can delete it from your steam.

SPS: Polycule Party/10

I'm In Love With The Villainess Season 1

[Warning, kinda spoilers except I don't say who does what]

I'm In Love With The Villainess has it all, I can only hope that the anime gets to go on long enough for us to see it. We got demons, trans women, lesbians who get married and adopt some kids, revolutions and so much more. The series is really good and gay and written with tons of passion by a queer woman.

This I suppose has long passed being an indie series but it was a little webnovel that good and made it's way all the way to being an anime thanks to fan support, which has also been a large amount of queer fans. This anime is really exciting and I honestly can't wait and hope this brings in way more fans to this amazing series.

SPS: A queer revolution/10

Granblue Fantasy Relink

I love the Granblue Fantasy's gacha game world, it's a totally unethical business' model and I hope it becomes Illegal but I love the game. Granblue Fantasy is one of the queerest games of it's scale around. Now most queer readings of characters are readings and they use the word friends but there is explicitly a few queer characters with stated queer desires, Vira Lillie is attracted to women, Katarina in particular but her bio says women generally, then Katarina as a level above. Cagliostro and Ladiva are both expressly trans women in their stories, they do not use the label of trans but both are explicitly trans, although only Cagliostro gets the "female" Gender marker from the game. Rosetta who is confirmed to be playable in this game is explicitly bisexual with her bio mentioning she is attracted to men and women. There is more and then a lot more subtexty characters.

This is to say that I really love queer characters in games and being able to play them in a really stunning action RPG is fucking exciting as hell. No gacha mechanics, no microtransactions [probably], and a full story that is playable start to finish. It also is gonna have online co-op! This game sounds fucking perfect honestly, like it's so cool and looks so good, I am frankly dazzled at the amount of work that went into this given it's a spin off RPG of a Gacha RPG.

I have worries about potential annoying DLC practices, in particular if in GBF awards will be locked to playstation buyers again leaving PC players in the dust. I also worry about the roster, right now we know all the Dragon Knights are in and the main crew of the Grand Cypher but that's like it. It isn't exactly an exciting cast. I'd like to see a lot more characters and hope a lot of popular ones aren't gated off to DLC like they were in Grandblue Fantasy Verus. Regardless, I am excited and look forward to giving this a stab.

SPS: Canon Queers Who Never Have It Mentioned In This Game/10

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That's everything for this one, if you know any lesbian/Sapphic/WlW/yuri stuff coming out next year please comment or DM or whatever, ultimately I want to engage all of it I can. If your excited for something I am excited for hit me up, we can chat about it. Otherwise, you can find me talking about my artistic work here or support me making it and nerdy shit like this at https://www.patreon.com/AlexisSara.

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MEMBER OF THE MONTH ↳ Congrats hanyi @fangrui

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I posted 827 times in 2022

That's 91 more posts than 2021!

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#marauders - 46 posts

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Can I ask for your favorite Remus scenes please?

Yes of course! <3 Get ready for a lengthy one. 1. Lupin summoning fire into his palm on the train in PoA. It feels very much like an instinctive spell for him. 2. Any scene with Lupin and Snape is just so much fun, great underhanded comments. But I do love the scene where Snape calls Lupin to investigate the map in PoA. It's filled with under pressure thinking and Snape being made a fool of. 3. Speaking of which, Lupin getting upset at Harry for not turning the map in. I love moments where Harry feels guilt over disappointing Lupin, it really shows how much he looked up to him. 4. Black and Lupin stood shoulder to shoulder, wands raised.

“You should have realized,” said Lupin quietly, “if Voldemort didn’t kill you, we would. Good-bye, Peter.” (Enough said, this whole chapter is beautiful) 5. The moment Sirius dies and Lupin is trying to hold it together for Harry. <3 6. When Lupin gets bothered at Harry for not killing/stunning Stan Shunpike. “Harry, the time for Disarming is past! These people are trying to capture and kill you! At least Stun if you aren’t prepared to kill!”

7. HBP when Harry is at the Burrow for Christmas, there are two moments that I love very much because it's supposed to give us clues to the relationship between Lupin and Tonks: Meanwhile, Remus Lupin, who was thinner and more ragged- looking than ever, was sitting beside the fire, staring into its depths as though he could not hear Celestina’s voice. Oh, come and stir my cauldron, And if you do it right, I’ll boil you up some hot strong love To keep you warm tonight. and then the next day Harry (bless him) asks Lupin about Tonks' Patronus changing.

“Tonks’s Patronus has changed its form,” he told him. “Snape said so anyway. I didn’t know that could happen. Why would your Patronus change?”

Lupin took his time chewing his turkey and swallowing before saying slowly, “Sometimes ... a great shock ... an emotional upheaval ...” (The man almost choked on a dry piece of turkey)

8. In HBP I both love and hate the hospital scene, but Lupin sobbing at the news that Dumbledore had died will always gets to me. 9. Lupin in DH really has some great scenes that show him breaking, his nerves are definitely on edge.

The moment Harry arrives at the Burrow, he is filled with panic over a rat being in the Order. This is both a terrible reminder of what happened in the past, but also Tonks isn't back yet. When Harry arrives, Lupin interrogates him:

“What creature sat in the corner the first time that Harry Potter visited my office at Hogwarts?” he said, giving Harry a small shake. “Answer me!”

“A — a grindylow in a tank, wasn’t it?”

Lupin released Harry and fell back against a kitchen cupboard.

And then when he leaves Tonks and Harry is not having any of it: Lupin actually seized handfuls of his own hair; he looked quite deranged. Lupin at the very dark end of his character arc, we love to see it.

42 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

... I'm assuming the "Remus doesn't like Tonks at all when they first met" is AU right? Because I read that and was like ?!?!?

Hmm I really wouldn't say AU, my own interpretation sure. But what does canon really tell us?

It tells us that Remus fell in love with her, but not when or how. All canon gives us is that by the time they fetch Harry, Remus is doing some snarky flirting with her (which I doubt he even knows it). But between then and when the Order first gets together, nothing is mentioned.

Remus has too much of a guard on to fall in love with someone at first sight. In fact, any attraction he has for her will at first be faced with a wave of misinterpreted feelings. Irritation and embarrassment comes to mind.

The fic I'm writing will have Remus fall in love eventually and slowly. It's more of a look at him as a character and the way he treats the people that he loves differently. But definitely not AU

60 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

As part of our fic Toys in the Attic, I made some accompanying art.

Because I don't know how to end projects that still have a hold on me. 🥺

@ashesandhackles and myself are still emotional over our sad men. To read our fic, follow the link Toys in the Attic

76 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

"The more you analyse Lupin, the more you wonder why Tonks fell for him" ??? Is this implying that's there's no good qualities of Lupin for Tonks to fall for? Because we seen through lupin interaction with Harry that he has lots of good qualities

Thecat_isexcitedyouaskedanon Yes of course Lupin has good qualities. His loyalty, kindness and patience is probably what drew Tonks in. But that doesn't mean he was easy to fall for. It took some digging, and Tonks is a busy Auror - she didn't sit around and wait for him to open up and show who he was outside of the Order.

Why is Lupin difficult to fall for?

The man is a wall.

Lupin had many many years to despise himself. By the time we see him again in Ootp he's probably accepted his solitude and feels so unwanted by the world that it's almost impossible for him to imagine a life outside of being hated. He was finally known as a werewolf to the wizarding world, after years of hiding. This added with Umbridge's legislation, being jobless and fighting the guilt of having mourned the wrong friend for 12 years. He is a pretty broken person by now and it's difficult to see how he would allow anyone to get close to him, other than Sirius and Harry (to some degree). But slip ups happen, and with a roof over his head, meals on the table and a new purpose in life (and a second chance to avenge his friends) I think the self-hatred slipped a little. There was a glimpse of a Lupin before his life was turned upside down. So when a pretty and bad-ass Auror walks in, Lupin can't help but feed into that crush: ‘And this is Nymphadora –’ ‘Don’t call me Nymphadora, Remus,’ said the young witch with a shudder, ‘it’s Tonks.’ ‘Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only,’ finished Lupin.

(I'm with the fandom on this, that was Lupin's way of flirting)

Alright, so how did Tonks fall for him?

Lupin is a text-book overthinker. It might not be clear at first, but once you see how he chooses to phrase certain things to Harry, the way he hid the truth from Dumbledore - the man doesn't let loose.

He can't afford to, his safety is threatened everyday.

So when I say, I wonder how Tonks fell for him? Canon doesn't show us how it happened, it tells us it did happen while we were following our main protagonist. But if Lupin is so guarded, feels unworthy and overthinks everything he says making it difficult to truly know him - it's difficult to know how Tonks decided to let this man have her heart. And I say this because this young Auror is a damn intelligent person. She probably knew full well, this guy is going to break her heart.

Well, we need Lupin to open up, to show his good and bad sides to her. To show that the heartbreak will be worth it.

This is where my HC comes in, enemies to friends to lovers.

I'd like to think that these two didn't exactly get along at first, that they clashed quite a bit. Personally, I see Tonks as seeing straight through the tip-toeing and not buying it.

So she pushed his buttons to the point where he forgot himself a little. Now anger with Lupin is very interesting. I'll quote Ashes and my meta for this: While his dialogue surrounding marginalisation is either passive or dry around the Order (“an occupational hazard of being a werewolf”), he does allow himself to get angry about what he faces around Sirius:

“I know she is a nasty piece of work though - you should hear Remus talk about her,” said Sirius. (In reference to Umbridge drafting an anti werewolf legislation)

- Gentleman MonsterAnger for Lupin is a privilege, only people who have nothing to prove get to lash out. He doesn't want to feed in any werewolf stereotypes. So what bigger indication to her that he can be trusted, than when he starts trusting her with his more 'grey' areas. The ones he hides under his polite dialogue I think above all else, Tonks saw a man worthy of love despite how he felt. That he was kind even when he didn't need to be, and fiercely loyal even when it was problematic.

I hope that answers your ask anon!

86 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Why is Remus your favourite?

Lupin is very well written and has a really interesting journey. He is also very complicated and in reality, a bit of a red flag. He deserves to be loved, but fights against it so much due to his condition and the grief he experienced in his short life. I'm weak for characters like this. I enjoy seeing the way he hides certain pieces of information to protect himself, how his anger sneaks past him when that information does make its way to Harry. Here is a little scene I love:

Lupin loses this control in PoA when Harry is fighting the Boggart/Dementor. Lupin is feeling a lot of emotions by the end of it, Harry has just become an earpiece to James' last moments. "You heard James?" said Lupin, in a strange voice. This is where it starts, the weight of hearing his best friend's last words, the proof that James is in fact no longer here. It must be incredibly difficult for Lupin, grief wants to overcome the cool exterior.

And now to top that off, Harry brings up Sirius, which isn't the first time he does but it is the first time he asks Lupin if he knew him. And not just asking, Harry dear is putting two and two together and says 'you must have'. "If you knew my dad, you must've known Sirius Black as well."

Lupin turned very quickly.

"What gives you that idea?" he said sharply.

This little change in his character, a slip up that will follow even more slip ups as Lupin's security gets under pressure, indicates how much Lupin plays a roll of the calm professor. I'm sure he would love nothing more than to only be this for Harry, but he can't quite help having a Jekyll and Hyde moment. Lupin is far from the softness we associate him with, he is of course kind and one of the most emphatic characters in the books. But, he is also very clever, mischievous and manipulative as a way to survive. I do believe in the deep centre of him there's anger, we see it in glimpses but when it happens it is explosive which is due to burying it so much. Only Sirius and Harry see it. Wrap that all up in a hard layer of grief and sadness, and we have one great chocolate truffle. Just a brilliant character.

168 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

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