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andreas-river · 1 year

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Hey i hope you're doing good, i was wondering if you could write a oneshot where könig finds out reader harms herself? If your not comfortable with this it's totally okay

König X Fem!Civilian!Reader

Words count: approx. 1.5k

Disclaimer: this is a fictional piece, but talks about difficult themes. Read at your discrection. If you are experiencing this, please, please, talk to someone, or seek professional help. Pain is a subtle enemy; don't underestimate it.

Warnings: mention and description of self-harm, blood, cuts and blood, hurt/comfort, fluff, mention of bullying, self-destructive thoughts, angst.

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You don't remember exactly how you ended up back in your room: your legs moved on their own, and your hands trembled, pushed by the unhealthy desire that hovered inside your head.

You knew it was wrong, but you kept doing it. Ever since you were a teenager, you had felt the need to forget years of bullying and insults, which led to various episodes of self-harm until it became part of your routine.

It wasn't just a desire, it was a need. The red liquid that slowly poured out of the cuts was the only relief as everything else lost its meaning, your body was out of touch with the reality around you.

You no longer felt anything, your emotions erased one by one with each cut on your skin.

Even though you could see the bloodied arms in front of you, it was as if they were not there.

You could even taste the metallic taste on your tongue, but you paid no attention to it, not even the smell alarmed your nose: it was okay, it was your routine.

And it went on for so long that you lost track of time, day after day you found yourself sitting on the floor of your bathroom, letting go of the self-destructive instinct that had now taken total control.

The clock on the wall struck midnight, and you let your eyes wander without focus, like a distant spectator.

Through the open door you could clearly see the hallway leading to your bedroom: you remembered well all the sleepless nights you had spent in the past weeks, your eyes fixed on the empty side of the bed, often occupied by König.

That was your almost boyfriend? No, best friend - not even. You were both something abstract, unspoken: the relationship had no definite form or meaning, nor did the way you met. It was in the airport, while you were working in one of the cafes in the airport.

You were distracted by too many customer orders, organizing yourself among the various demands, when the trace of a man had obscured your view. He had his head covered by the hood of his sweatshirt, the military pattern clearly visible in the fabric: in fact, he looked like a soldier, his posture confident and determined.

But when your eyes landed on his blue ones, it was like seeing a frightened boy: he showed confidence, but you could clearly see when he was tense, as one of his clenched hands rested on the counter.

"Hi, what can I get you?" you had said with a smile, and as if he had woken up from a daydream, he gave you his full attention.

"A hot chocolate..." You saw him struggle as a small smile formed on his lips. "...please."

You had simply nodded, and for the next twenty minutes he stood there, motionless, drinking his hot chocolate, only occasionally letting his eyes wander elsewhere - his attention locked on you.

It was not the first time someone had looked at you; many men passed through this airport.

But you were surprised when, in the weeks that followed, you saw him every day sitting at the counter at the same time, always ordering the same chocolate.

That's how it all started, but you weren't sure it was anything concrete. He had given you his attention and time so many times, and every time he could leave the military base, he was back at the door of your apartment. And now he even had a copy of the keys.

It wasn't bad to have someone, but even though your feelings for him were clear, everything else had stopped making sense to you.

A phone call you received the next morning was the last straw: your boss had fired you for not showing up to work the last few days.

But you didn't really care. Not anymore.

And as you absentmindedly listened to the ticking of the clock, you heard the one sound you were not expecting at that moment.

It was the very distinctive sound of the lock on the front door, followed by footsteps that you immediately recognized.

You tried to get up, but with your hands slippery from the blood and your form trembling, you fell back down: the loud thud immediately alarmed König, which made him hurry to the source of the sound.

That's where he found you, lying on the bathroom floor with your arms covered in blood.

You almost didn't feel his hands lift you from the floor and bring you to your feet, even though you put all your weight on him.

He doesn't speak when he washes and cleans your wounds, nor when he wraps them up: his gaze is fixed only on you, he doesn't even care that he has his uniform or plates or even his knives with him.

He makes you walk slowly to the bedroom, makes you sit on the edge, crouches in front of you and between your legs: you can clearly see his worried eyes and on the verge of crying, which makes your heart sink. It happened that you saw him in the middle of an anxious moment, but he never cried in front of you.

He takes your hands in his big ones, wrapping them in a comfortable grip. "Liebling?"

"Hey..." you try to say, even though you have no more words: you never expected him to discover your secret.

"Since when?" he asks, trying to pull you out of the deep abyss your mind has been sinking into for so long.

"Years..." you sniffled, realizing that you were crying. And feeling an emotion for the first time in a long time.

"I was bullied at school... even insulted by a teacher. I can't even remember the reason," a sad smile appeared on your face, memories of those years flashing through your mind.

You heard him sigh and let go the grip in one of your hands to remove his helmet and hood: you had seen his face many times before, but you could never really get used to it: his blue eyes stood out against his black hair, which had grown a little longer than usual, with a hint of stubble on his chin and along his jawline.

"It's not easy to talk about," he begins, looking at you intently. "I... was bullied when I was a kid. And it didn't stop when I joined the military." He laughs slightly, trying to break the tension in the room.

"Why did they..." you tried to ask, afraid to invade his privacy.

"I wanted to be a sniper - it turned out I was too tall, and I can't sit still even when I eat." His smile is contagious, and you find yourself giggling along with him. In fact, you remember a time when the two of you were eating Chinese food in your apartment: he was changing positions every five minutes, whether it was his legs or his posture.

The room was silent again, and you looked into each other's eyes: you felt lightheaded, but you didn't know if it was from the cuts or from the fact that König was watching you from underneath, or both.

"I came here to stay," he says, his hands reaching up to your face, completely covering it, making your face completely flush. "I'm not going to leave you again until you feel better. I don't care if you wake me up in the middle of the night because you feel the need to hurt yourself again, or if you want to go for a walk at four in the morning. You are not just " someone" to me." König feels like a flood as he admits the words in front of you, unable to stop as he watches your eyes tear up again.

"I want to be with you and for you. I want to protect you and..."

You don't let him continue, throwing your arms on his shoulders, hugging him, letting his scent envelop you completely, his big body swallowing your small one. You both let out a relieved cry, holding each other as you sit on the floor of your room, letting everything you had buried come to the surface.

Even though you don't know how long you both stayed in that position, his arms and his voice lulled you to sleep, repeating the same words in your ear over and over again.

"Ich bin dein.." *

* I am yours.

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softboo · 1 month

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love me, ever so gently - part II

pairing: austin x reader

summary: you recently moved to a new apartment, making some new eccentric friends along the way. but what you didn't expect was falling in love with a stranger. a stranger you somehow couldn't stop thinking about

words: 2.8k

warnings: more hints of domestic abuse, dark themes in relationships

author's note: soo i made a part II and i made it so quickly that it kinda blended into part III. i also want to say thank you to everyone who read part I because my heart melted. like i was already excited when it hit more than zero lol. but wow thank you so much!! it truly means the world :3 i hope you like this next part heh c:

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part II

you piled the books onto the cart, the last group needed for organizing before the store closed. today was pretty slow as customers came and went, but your thoughts were somewhere else. on someone else rather.

it's been almost a week since the fair and this stranger was eating away in your head. maybe some part of you wished you would see him again. but what were the odds of that happening? the days started to blend into each other and you were so afraid that if you stopped thinking about him, just even for a little bit, the memory would disappear.

the more time that passed, the less you thought he would show up again.

but you missed seeing him. you wished for anything just to talk to him just a little bit longer than the last. you felt crazy for feeling so attached to him, but there was something so pulling about him. the way he would listen to you talk about the stories you loved and hated. the way his eyes would just gaze right through you, like you were someone he had missed seeing.

oceans filled your head, the calm waters flowing through your heart. but knowing it was going to disappear just as quickly as it came.

because he was only temporary. the waters weren't yours to stay in.

the backdoor swung open and you heard george hobbling over at you, almost tipping you both off balance as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"look who it is! my favorite girl!" he smiled, completely disrupting your last task before you had to close the store. he flashed a toothy grin as cassandra appeared right behind him.

"george please, you're going to fall on the poor girl." her tone annoyed, but with a hint of concern. "do me a favor and go to the storage room to get the books for the events before i throw something at you."

she shot him a glare before he waved goodbye to the both of you. cassandra came towards you, picking up a few of the novels on the cart to help you finish.

"you're still thinking about him, dear?"

you quickly turned your head to look at her, eyes widening at the sudden accusation.

"how did—?"

"sweetie, it's written all over your face. and you've had that same expression since the fair. i'm not clueless."

you gave her a weak smile, confirming exactly what she thought. you couldn't look at her now though, feeling as if she could see right through you if you did.

"am i crazy cassie?"

she let out a small chuckle, settling the last book down on its appropriate shelf. she shook her head.

"no, you're just being young. and there's nothing wrong with that." she reassured you, not realizing that she completely finished organizing the rest of your books.

"if he ever decides to show up again, then you'll have another chance with him. if not, then you learn to move on."

that last sentence was something a part of you didn't really want to accept. your heart was still holding on to that possibility. but the more days that passed since the fair, the more you wavered on your certainty.

~ ~

"there's only two new neighbors cassie... why did we make three welcome gifts?" evelyn stated, all four of you were now squeezed into your apartment, staring at the gifts on the kitchen counter.

"because the other one is for our favorite girl!" george exclaimed, jumping up to give you the last gift. cassandra swatted at his arm, glaring at him.

"you ruined the surprise." cassandra remarked, as you gave them a weak smile.

it's been almost a month now and the thought of you ever seeing him again was fading even more. you reassured them that you appreciated the surprise anyway and george pulled you into a hug.

"if i only knew it was for her, i would've baked more cookies." evelyn stated, but you truly did appreciate the gesture regardless. they all knew something was wrong for awhile, but cassandra was the only one that knew why.

"it's okay, thank you. really. i love the gift."

cassandra caressed your cheek again as evelyn added, "if anything, i can bake more tonight and stop by to drop them off."

you smiled and nodded. "i would love that."

evelyn gave you a warm smile with her rosy little cheeks. she loved cooking for all of you, even remembering the first time she gave you your personal welcome gift when you moved in. and you remember it vividly because george ate half of those cookies.

"alright let's go drop off these gifts," cassandra stated, "george and i will go downstairs. you two will go to the one across the hall."

you all held your respective gifts and walked to where you needed to go. you and evelyn approached the apartment, evelyn knocking on the door as you held onto the gift.

you could even smell the cookies inside as it fogged a bit of the plastic, knowing how much hard work evelyn put in them. george made the little welcome sign, cassandra wrote the card with all the events planned for the year, and you placed two books. each from the ones that the store no longer needed.

it took a while for someone to answer, evelyn had to knock a few times but soon enough, the door swung open and suddenly something caught in your throat.

there she was. the same dark haired woman from a month ago. you couldn't believe it, the fact that she was your new neighbor. the fact that you saw her a month later instead of him.

and the fact that she stood there, her eyes in flames as you both somehow were at fault for knocking on her door.

"how can i help you?"

her tone was dark, it almost felt like she spat at you. evelyn noticed the slight negative connotation in her voice and opened her mouth to speak, but you came in first.

"we just wanted to drop off a gift to welcome you to the building." you gritted through a fake smile and evelyn saw you tense up. she just couldn't figure out if it was from annoyance or something else.

"oh how thoughtful," her voice was so empty. there was nothing behind it other than wanting to push you both out of her apartment.

"we also added a list of events that happen in the building like a cooking class, taught by—"

"my boyfriend and i are not interested thank you."

she cut you off again and you felt that spark of a flame growing right inside your heart.

"i'll take the gift though," and the woman snatched the beautiful piece from your hands. "austin loves this kind of thing."

she gave you a big toothy grin, something that vaguely made you uneasy but also reminded you of a poorly painted clown. she didn't even say thank you before shutting the door on your faces.

you couldn't even fathom any words, just blankly stared at the closed door. you glanced over at evelyn who was as shocked as you, opening her mouth to speak.

"what a bitch."

~ ~

your mind was racing as you ate your dinner, your favorite tv show playing in the background. the thought of austin's girlfriend being your new neighbor placed a sour taste in your mouth. like you couldn't catch a breathe as the whole situation wrapped around your throat. you had no idea if austin was living with her, but if he was, you weren't sure if you could face him with her breathing down your neck.

or if she'd even allow him to be in the same vicinity as anyone else but her.

the things you saw during the fair flashed in your head, the bruise on his hand. the tight grip of her arm around his. you shook your head, doubting that that possibility could be even true.

but if it was...? you weren't sure how you would react.

a sudden knock on your door broke you from your thoughts as you slowly got up from your chair to check who it was. as you looked through the peephole, you didn't see anyone.

you hesitated for a moment before opening the door, to find something that shattered your heart into a million pieces.

your welcome gift was staring back at you from the floor. the plastic wrap was ruined and the sign was ripped. the card splattered with wine stains and the cookies looked like they were stepped on. the only thing that was missing were the books and the event page.

you had no idea what to do, all of your hard work. everyone's hard work was ruined. a kind gesture completely taken advantage of and it was fueling your hatred even more.

you tossed it to the side, gently placing as much of the gift together as you could before closing the door. you wondered if austin took those missing things. if he knew how badly his girlfriend was treating other people and if he was even aware of the hold she had on him.

maybe that part of you was right.

~ ~

you sat in your assigned seat, the second table from the center. evelyn was busy up in the front, preparing her demonstration table full of ingredients. the kitchen right behind her with all the other food items needed for their meal. you could see how nervous she was with the way she kept fidgeting the same utensils and pans, making sure it was facing a certain way.

george appeared from the kitchen entrance, carrying supply bags out so it was easier for the class to get what they needed. he was beyond ecstatic for this as he was not only going to see a huge turnout of people again, but he was excited for the secret batch of food evelyn promised she would make for them when this was over.

you noticed cassandra passing through, a sign up sheet in her hand and you noticed a compile of names, each having their own seat and assigned table.

"so why can't i look at the list of names?" you asked her when she passed your table. all she did was smile as she handed you your name tag.

"cassie, he's not going to come." you remarked and she shook her head at your negativity.

you weren't able to tell anyone about your suspicious, thinking it probably wasn't your place to begin with. it wasn't until evelyn talked about "the dark red haired bitch from 4B" that cassandra started to connect the dots.

you just weren't sure if they were connecting all the dots.

weeks passed since the incident and each passing event with him not being present made it harder to stop thinking about him. even so when he would put his name and not show up.

this was yet, another one of those times, which was why you were doubting cassandra's optimism.

"we'll see. you never know dear," she let out a soft smile, "but if he does, give him his name tag for me?"

she handed you the tag with austin written on it, just like she did for all the other events. and yet each time, your heart skyrocketed in hopes that he was actually going to show up.

soon enough, the class started and evelyn began her introduction. the turnout was quite a lot; families, some friend groups, a few couples, an empty table in the back, and you.

with one empty seat next to yours.

~ ~

you were halfway through rolling the dough when you heard the main entrance door open. you didn't really have time to look because your stupid dough wasn't flat enough.

but it wasn't until you heard the footsteps and the water that followed suit from the rain that your now empty seat was occupied.

and your heart stopped.

"hi i'm so sorry i'm late. i'm usually not like this," his voice wavered, he sounded so flustered and embarrassed. so different from when you first met him.

you finally had the courage to look at him and you saw those same calm waters in his eyes, except they weren't as blue anymore. it was muted, like a greyness overshadowing its true color.

he had a hat on that covered his wavy blonde hair and some kind of shadow near his eyes, but he no longer had a mask and you could've sworn you heard your heart beating against your ears.

you were so overwhelmed by who he actually was that no words came out so you could respond to him. a part of you was so grateful he didn't see you as he was so preoccupied with his mistake of being late.

and when he finally settled into his seat and placed his things down, he looked at the nametag you placed on his side of the table. he quickly pinned it on his sweater to hopefully catch up on what he missed.

"i'm austin," he introduced himself, hoping you would say something to him. anything.

"hi."

your voice was so meek compared to his, even when he was the one all flustered.

"how much did i miss?" his was soft, and somehow sounded like he was comforting you.

"oh um... just the mixing part. i have the dough ready, but i can't seem to..."

you stopped as you noticed yourself ramble, completely avoiding his gaze as you looked right at the roller and your very stubborn piece of dough.

you heard him chuckle and it made your heart flutter slightly.

"can i?"

you just nodded as he placed the dough in front of him, taking the roller to knead the whole piece out. it wasn't long until he flattened it to the perfect shape that he gave you a small smile. he even followed the next few instructions from evelyn, placing the dough into a pie crust pan.

"have you cooked before?" you asked him, as he noticed the way you looked extremely impressed. and something about your expression made him flustered all over again.

"not really, but i do love cooking. i even thought about becoming a chef."

"really?"

"yeah," he let out the softest little laugh, pressing against the dough to form the crust, "that's why i moved here. i wanted to take a break for awhile and learn about the things i love to do... like cooking."

"you live here?"

a part of you wished he wasn't going to say it, but you already knew his answer.

"yeah on the 4th floor, apartment 4B."

and your heart sank to the ground.

"do you live around the area too?" he asked curiously and you nodded absentmindedly.

"yeah, i think we're neighbors. i'm 4A."

and you could've sworn you saw the blueness come back in those storm covered oceans.

"really?"

"yeah..." you hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not you should say the next part, "my friend and i actually dropped off a welcome gift for you."

and the blueness left as fast as it came.

you bit your lip, scared he might react a certain way. you started to doubt yourself. what if he was the one that ruined the gift, not the girlfriend.

he paused for a moment, going quiet as he finished mending the dough in place.

and you panicked.

"i totally understand if you didn't like the gift."

"no i liked it... i liked it a lot actually."

there was something hanging in the air now and you felt this immense guilt that you ruined the whole thing. you've thought about meeting him again for months and now that the chance arose itself, it felt like you were sabatoging everything you ever wanted.

"whenever you're both done filling your pie and adding the top crust, you can go to the kitchen and place it in the oven," evelyn instructed, smiling at the both of you as she passed your table. she cut the tension between you two for just a moment before it all came crashing back again.

you filled the pie pan and topped everything with another dough crust. the silence wrapped around you two as you finished the pie completely.

"i'll put it in the oven," austin offered, but as he got up, he winced in pain, clutching at his torso.

and that was all the confirmation you needed.

"let me, it's okay."

you took the pie from him, his body settling down on the seat again. he seemed so exhausted all of a sudden, like he no longer had the energy to put up a front anymore.

and it killed you on the inside that you had to sit there and watch.

when you came back from the kitchen, you noticed he took off his hat to fix his hair.

and that's when you saw his eyes. just above his eyebrow was a bruise and few cuts, a small bandaid on his upper temple, right where the brim of the hat would be.

but what broke your heart was the way he no longer had those lights in his eyes anymore. he rubbed his face for just a moment and you saw something else stain his hands.

it was makeup.

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pedroshotwifey · 7 months

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Hungry Like The...

Pairing: Werewolf!Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), fluff, established relationship, no use of y/n, Frankie has a monster cock, im missing stuff but I want to go to bed so...

Summary: You and Frankie decide to attend an 80s themed Halloween party. Through all of the excitement, you must have forgotten what day the full moon falls on.

A/N: I'm gonna go ahead and say that I rushed the absolute fuck out of this one, but I think it turned out pretty good. I really kind of jumped outside of my comfort zone with this, so I'm kinda proud that I did that. That being said, please feel free to call me out on anything that might not make sense or anything that I should change at all because I'm half clueless with this kind of stuff. Please consider reposting and/or liking. Thank you for reading and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! <3

***

You have no idea where Frankie snuck off too.

He claimed he was going to get the two of you more drinks, but that was about ten minutes ago. You’re well aware that it should have taken less than half of that for him to find his way to the refreshment table, pick up some drinks, and bring them back to you.

Right now, though, you’re too blissed out to care—not that you have much to worry about with your loving boyfriend anyway. The lights are almost blinding as you spin around beneath them, but they transform into a nice glow thanks to the buzz you’re sporting. “Mony Mony,” is blaring through the speakers and you're in your zone as you swing your hips to the beat.

You’re glad that Frankie had suggested that you two attend this party specifically. The only requirements were that you had to dress up as an 80’s character in order to fit the era the party revolves around. 80’s costumes, 80’s music, 80’s decor. Luckily for you, the 80’s is one of your absolute favorite decades, and you’re pretty sure Frankie knew that when he signed the two of you up.

The dance floor is packed with people to the point where you can’t stretch out all the way without bumping into someone. Usually, that would irk you, but you can’t find it in you to mind tonight. It’s not like anybody else does.

As you snap your hips to the beat, you look around at all the different costumes in the crowd. You see a handful of Star Wars characters, a couple of Freddy Kruegers, some Ghost Busters, and—of course—a shit ton of Madonnas. The rest, for the most part, are pretty original.

You’re pretty proud of your own costume, to be honest. You had spent a couple of weeks configuring a custom-made Storm costume. You’ve been an X-Men fan for as long as you can remember, and it made you so happy to try on your costume for the first time a few days ago. It’s pretty damn spot-on.

Frankie, on the other hand, had insisted on being a werewolf. Like turning into one once a month wasn’t enough already. You had simply rolled your eyes and asked him what he had in mind so you could make his costume. It was worth it to see the way he lit up, even though he’s cutting it close with the party’s theme.

After the year he had, he deserves to be happy—even if it means you have to endure his stupid jokes every now and again. When he gets tipsy, his goofy humor always makes an appearance. It’s one of your favorite parts about nights out with your boyfriend. He never fails to make you laugh.

Just as you begin to worry that he might have gotten lost in the crowd, you feel a hand spin you around. You’re getting ready to tell someone off until you come face to face with those irresistible brown eyes.

“Hey there, Hermosa,” he says as he cuddles up to you, swaying you to the song. “Having fun, sweetheart?”

You giggle as he bends down and nuzzles his face into your neck. Glancing down, you almost aren’t surprised to see that he doesn’t have any drinks.

“Frankie?” You ask casually as you throw your arms around him.

“Hmm?”

“Did you find the drinks?”

Suddenly, he stops moving and stands up straight again, a playful smile plastered across his face.

“Guess not,” he says. “Found something to eat, though,” he winks and you playfully roll your eyes as he throws himself back onto you. As the song changes to “When Doves Cry”, he begins to dance with you. Frankie has never been the best dancer, but it's better this way. Neither of you take anything seriously as you push and pull your bodies together, giving eachother flirty kisses every now and again.

You laugh as you bump into someone and flash them an apologetic look. Frankie really loves to bring out your careless side. You honestly didn’t know you were capable of being so care-free until you had met him. Sometimes he makes you feel as if nothing else matters but you and him. It’s times like these that you really realize just how lucky you are to have him.

“Alright, baby,” Frankie says after a moment, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I’m going to go get us those drinks now.”

Instead of answering him, you get up on your tip-toes and kiss him. He begins to wrap his arms around you again, but you gently push him off, giving him a faux stern look.

“Alright, alright, I get it, baby, I’m going!” he says over the music before turning around to scamper away.

You have to suppress a giggle when he jolts as you deliver a light slap to his ass. He turns just enough to flash you a dirty look, and you give him one of feigned innocence in return, well aware he’ll get you back for that eventually if you continue to tease.

“Hurry up, wolfboy!” you shout after him.

***

Alright, you’re actually about to be pissed this time.

There’s absolutely no way he lost you—or rather, you lost him—twice. He has to be playing with you, right? Whatever, if that’s the case, two can play at that game.

You’ll just pretend like you don’t even notice something is missing. Maybe once he sees you where he left you, completely unaffected by his absence, he’ll stop being such an ass.

Perfect. Perfect plan.

You shake your head and dance as the song ends. You can have fun by yourself if your boyfriend wants to be immature.

Well, it would have been a perfect plan.

As if he could somehow read your mind—which you almost wouldn’t doubt at this point—you spot Frankie in your vision once again. However, this time, he’s not coming over to you.

He has a familiar dark look in his eyes that immediately soaks you, despite yourself. You stop dancing because as quick as you see him, he’s gone again. You spin in a panicked circle as the song changes to one by Duran Duran. You almost laugh at the irony as “Hungry Like the Wolf” blares through the speakers.

Your phone buzzes in the small pocket of your bodysuit, and you pause your quick search to look at it. Your brow furrows as you see that it’s a text from Frankie. What the fuck is he playing at? Quickly, you unlock your phone and open your messages.

“Better start running, baby,” the text reads. You look up, your eyes frantically scanning the crowd around you. Maybe the song choice isn’t so ironic after all.

“Don’t let me catch you… feeling hungry like the wolf tonight…”

You don’t stop to think before you make a mad dash toward the exit, your heart dropping to your stomach as you go. You get some pissed looks as you shove through people, your heart hammering in your chest and your eyes darting every which way.

You have no idea where he could be at this point. Maybe he’s somewhere inside, having missed your exit. He could be trailing right behind you, ready to grab you at any moment.

Soon enough, it is revealed that he is, once again, always one step ahead of you. As soon as you step out of the doors, a large body is engulfing yours and carrying you to a secluded spot on the patio, though there’s nobody outside anyway.

You would scream if not for the large hand that covers your lips when he grabs you. You know it’s Frankie, of course, but the exhilaration that comes from the scare really adds to the game the two of you just started.

You ignore the heat simmering between your legs as he sets you down on your own feet and removes his hand from your mouth. Neither of you move, you don’t look up, he doesn’t crouch down. You just stand there, breathing heavily as Frankie embraces your figure.

You can’t help but lean back into him, letting your guard down probably isn’t the best idea right now, but you can’t find it in you to care about that fact at the moment.

The fresh air feels nice on your heated cheeks, but Frankie's front against your back feels even better. The music continues to play faintly behind you as you sway side to side, Frankie’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his head resting on your shoulder.

You swear you could stay here forever. Actually, you could stay anywhere, as long as you had Frankie. But right now, you can’t imagine anything more perfect than this. As long as you have your boyfriend’s arms around you, you would do anything or go anywhere he wants to.

Your body may be his, but you decided a long time ago that your soul belongs to him as well. He can pick it up and do whatever he wishes with it, and you know he could never do anything that would cause your trust or love for him to dull.

“Look up, sweetheart,” Frankie’s soft voice brings you out of your thoughts, making you open your eyes. You hadn’t realized they had slid shut in the first place.

The sight of the full moon high up in the night sky confirms your suspicions. Frankie’s going to turn tonight.

Fuck, you’re screwed, your subconscious automatically screams at you.

You can't miss the way your panties dampen as the thought crosses your mind. Your body stiffens as you fight the urge to run, the adrenaline getting the best of you.

Frankie must feel the way you tense up because his arms immediately tighten around you.

“It’s alright, hermosa,” he whispers into your ear. “Just means we’ll have a bit more fun than usual.”

You try but fail to stifle your grin at his menacing tone. Just because you know you’re screwed doesn’t mean you don't enjoy it.

“Probably got less than ten minutes now,” Frankie says far too casually. “Let’s pick up on our little chase, yeah?”

He lets you out of his grasp this time, and you turn around to give him a peck on his cheek, allowing your hand to brush past his erection as you pull away. The touch is just enough for Frankie to grit his teeth as he hisses out. The warning glance he gives you makes arousal burn deep into your core, only serving to make you more excited.

“I’ll give you a head start, sweetheart,” he says, his tone giving you a warning, “I’d take it if I were you.”

With his word, you spin on your heel, ready to plummet into the forest, but you only get about a foot before he has a large hand wrapped around your wrist. Your heart beats louder in your chest as you turn to look at him, his eyes dark with lust.

“Don’t let me catch you this time,” he says, pulling you close enough for his lips to flutter across your ear as he speaks. “I won’t go easy on you.”

You ignore the shiver in your spine as you pull back as much as you can.

“Maybe I don't want you to go easy on me,” you whisper back, earning a slight growl from Frankie. He lets his hand linger on you for only a moment more before letting go, this time allowing you to back away.

“Don’t push yourself too hard then, because I’m going to fucking exaust you when I catch up.”

You smile before turning once again, pushing yourself into the trees without looking back.

***

The sound of your heartbeat is deafening as you run through the otherwise silent forest. The steady pitter-patter of the organ combined with your ragged breathing and your frantic footsteps make a horrifying symphony. Even those sounds seem muffled, though, with the amount of pure adrenaline that courses through your veins and drowns out your senses.

Frankie can’t be too far behind you now. You guess you’ve been running for about fifteen minutes. There’s no doubt that he has turned at this point; he proved it with the howl you heard bellowing through the woods a couple minutes ago.

Since then, you haven't stopped to take a breath. There is pure fear in the fact that you have a beast on your trail, but also excitement in knowing what will likely happen once he catches up.

For now though, fear is the dominant emotion. It’s prominent enough to keep you going even as your hair gets tugged by branches and your skin gets scratched and torn by twigs and thorns. None of it seems to matter right now just as long as you can keep your distance from the monster hunting you down.

Suddenly, you hear a snap from somewhere behind you. The noise is sharp, a twig snapping beneath heavy weight. It reverberates all around you, sending a shiver down your spine. Soon after, You pick up on the steady thumping of what sounds to be an animal hot on your tail.

The sound gets closer and closer even as you push yourself to run faster. Your entire body is shaking and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes. You can practically feel Frankie’s breath on your neck, the sensation almost more powerful than the ache overtaking your legs and abdomen.

“Please, leave me alone!” You cry out the plea over your shoulder, your voice bordering a sob. Your gut is curling with a mixture of panic and arousal. The responding growl makes the tears you have been holding spill over and your knees buckle.

For a second, you’re worried that you might fall, but you’re pushed into the ground before you have the chance to do it yourself. The weight of Frankie pouncing on top of you knocks the wind out of you, a sharp cry leaving your lips as your breath is taken.

In the time that it takes you to get your breath back, Frankie has your bodysuit torn enough to pry off of your shaking body, and your lacy panties shoved–or ripped–down your legs. Luckily, the bodysuit was the cheapest and easiest to find component of your costume. You can feel a whisper of his claws against your skin as he drags scraps away from where he needs you most.

Your arms flail wildly, your fingers trying to grasp a handful of fur from the beast atop you. Frankie sees what you’re trying to do, and with a growl, he ducks down and slides toward your feet, away from your hands.

Before you can question what he’s doing, you feel something thick, wet, and warm against your bare, soaked cunt.

A high pitched moan tumbles from your lips as Frankie drags his tongue across your pussy before dipping it into your core.

The hot muscle digs deep into your cunt, curling once it's in all the way. You can feel his nose bobbing up and down against your ass as he starts to work his tongue in and out of your cunt.

“F-Frankie, fuck!” You scream, feeling your orgasm building embarrassingly quickly.

The way his tongue swirls and scrapes against your walls is absolutely delicious, and that combined with the tip of the muscle prodding against your g-spot? You’re fucking done for.

You’re writhing as Frankie brings his tongue out to swallow down the slick he’s collected, and you can feel the way a combination of your arousal and his saliva leaks out of your pulsing cunt, coming down to collect at your clit and make you shudder. You’re so close to coming, a warm feeling that can only be described as pure euphoria making a home deep in your lower abdomen.

Almost as soon as he was gone, Frankie shoves his tongue back inside of you, meticulously prodding all the right places. You’re gasping and moaning so loud you have half the mind to feel bad for whatever critters might reside in these woods.

That thought passes quickly, though, once you feel yourself returning to the edge. Frankie flicks his tongue one more time and you’re suddenly convulsing around him. The high seems to go on forever, your toes curling and your fingers grasping at the leafy ground in front of you.

The beast doesn’t pull away as you come, instead, he allows you to rock your hips back and forth in order to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. You don’t even notice that you moved your arm until you feel one hand entangled in soft fur, your subconscious mind telling you to hold him to you.

You hear Frankie whine from behind you and you have to suppress the urge to giggle. He’s always liked it when you tug at his hair, and apparently, being in this form leaves no room for exceptions.

Your body goes limp as Frankie backs away from you, making it easy for him to nudge you to prop you up where he wants you. Hands and knees, of course. He wastes no time in getting into position behind you, crowding you in with his massive form.

The tip of his cock feels massive against your swollen cunt, but it only takes a few swipes of the beast’s hips before he is notched into your entrance. With one more thrust, he’s pushing in all the way, making you scream as your pussy stretches to accommodate his girth.

Frankie lets out a series of whimpers as he starts a brutal pace, not giving you a second to adjust. Your hands come up to grasp above his paws, which are positioned on either side of your head, and then up a little.

“F-Frankie!” Your moan comes out more like a screech, the pain quickly turning into a sick pleasure as he rips you open on his cock. Each time he thrusts, it’s accompanied by a puff of breath which fans out across your cheek.

The sound of his whines and ragged breathing mix with the squelching noises coming from your cunt and the panting coming from your lips, everything combined making the filthiest symphony you’ve ever heard.

Your second orgasm starts to build rapidly, your cunt beginning to flutter around Frankie’s unforgiving length. With each punch, the tip of his cock touches something heavenly within you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling, but you find that every limb has turned to jelly, preventing you from bringing your hand up to check. If not for the monster above you impaling you on his length, you would likely be flat on the forest floor right now.

Every thought that had previously occupied your mind is forced out of you as Frankie effortlessly pries another orgasm from you. He doesn’t slow or pause as you squeeze around his cock like a vice. If anything, it only spurs him on and gets him going faster, if that's even possible.

With each slam of his hips, you feel your body being sent forward, only stabilized by your palms, which are somehow still firmly planted on the ground.

‘Oh god, Frankie,” your voice sounds hazy to your own ears. “F-feels so fucking good, Francisco.”

You hear him grunt at the sound of his full name, something you usually only call him in bed—or in this case, in the middle of nowhere.

It does feel good, his cock feels absolutely massive. You know that it is definitely bigger than when he’s in his human form—the size of which should be considered supernatural in it’s own way. Right now, though, he feels bigger than ever, thicker, longer. The only thought occupying your mind at the moment is how badly you want to suck his cock.

How the fuck does this man fuck you so good to the point where you fantasize about giving him a blowjob while he’s already inside of you? Next time, you’ll have to get his dick in your mouth before he shoves it into your cunt.

Your eyes droop as your second orgasm morphs into a third, your body growing weaker with each movement from Frankie. You ignore the shaking to spread your legs wider to allow him better access, which results in him getting to a deeper spot with the new angle.

Your mouth drops open as you begin to come again, a silent scream getting stuck in your throat. This time, as you constrict around his monstrous cock, you can feel his hips stutter. He’s getting close, which is probably a good thing considering you’re about to pass out from both pleasure and exhaustion.

“C-come on, Frankie, f-fill me up,” you command through moans. It very obviously eggs him on because before you know it, he’s stilling inside of you, howling into the trees, and blowing his massive load deep into your core.

The feeling of his cum painting your walls is fucking heavenly. Spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you to the brim until it eventually starts to seep out around the base of his cock. If you thought you had felt full before, that was nothing compared to now.

Frankie gives you a few minutes to calm down before he starts to lower himself to the ground, laying on his side and tugging you with him. Your body and mind are equally compliant with his request.

As your eyes shut once again, you can feel Frankie starting to shift behind you, probably making his transformation back to his human form. Try as you might, you know you won’t have enough energy to wait for him to be done, so you make the most of it and snuggle into his soft fur. You know that you’ll wake up safe and sound in your bed, tangled with your kind, attentive, and very much human boyfriend.

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blondie ♡ boo seungkwan / reader

PAIRING: boo seungkwan / afab reader WORD COUNT: 4.3k RATING: 18+ (explicit smut)

After meeting a blonde Seungkwan working in your favorite pretzel shop, you finally understand what a male thot job is.

warnings under the cut ⋆˚☆˖°

SMUT WARNINGS: casual sex (reader and kwan hook up in a small amount of time after meeting), dom!kwan, making out, dirty talk, some pet names and derogatory names (baby, pretty girl, needy girl, sweetie, slut, fucktoy), dry humping, breast/nipple play, a few spanks, fingering, oral sex (both f. and m. receiving), sex from behind, missionary sex, protected sex (use of condom)

✉ hi friends! i wrote this within the span of about a week because the idea of seungkwan working in a shop but ONLY knowing how to make drinks made me laugh more than i would like to admit. i had a ton of fun writing this and i hope someone else enjoys it as well!

“What do you mean you’re out of pretzels? Isn’t this a pretzel shop?”

“My coworker is the one who does the pretzels. I only make the drinks.”

The blonde man in front of you stands behind the counter, idly picking at his pink and brown striped shirt.

You’re trying your best to not be an outraged customer, but you really just wanted a damn pretzel on your lunch break.

“So where’s your coworker?” you ask with a hand on your hip.

“Chan left early,” the man states matter-of-factly, like you were supposed to know that. “Do you want a drink? We have really good lemonade.”

You sigh and redirect your eyes back to the simple menu. The thought of leaving and going back to your dreadful job without any sort of treat sounds miserable.

“I guess I’ll take a medium frozen blue raspberry lemonade then,” you reply and pull your wallet out to pay. He gestures towards your wallet with a wave of his hands.

“Sure. Don’t worry about paying, it’s on the house,” he says with an almost unnoticeable wink that makes you freeze. “Because of the trouble.”

You smile back at the man, suddenly noticing just how handsome he is. Your dry spell must be getting really bad if you’re thirsting over a random mall worker — especially one working in a pretzel stand. He quickly finishes the drink, handing it over and keeping eye contact with you. You feel your throat go dry when his fingers graze yours.

“Thanks, have a great day!” you exclaim before he has the chance to open his mouth. You grab the cup with both hands, and practically dart to the exit of the mall to get back to work.

The blonde watches you run away and laughs to himself.

“Did she just… come to the mall for a pretzel and then leave?” Seungkwan asks himself in disbelief.

The next day, you find yourself waltzing back into the mall, headed towards the pink and brown themed pretzel shop - “Pretzel Pretzel”. As you head over to it, you can’t help but wonder who came up with such a dumb name.

This time you came after work instead of during your break, hoping to avoid the blonde man from yesterday. Imagine your utter distress when you realized how amazing that blue raspberry frozen lemonade tasted and how you now blame your terrible sweet tooth for the new craving.

Luckily, your eyes meet with a brunette man. His sharp eyes squint and his bright smile grows to greet you.

“Hi there, welcome to Pretzel Pretzel! How can I help you today?”

“Hello,” you start with a small smile. “Can I just get a cinnamon sugar pretzel and a small blue raspberry frozen lemonade?”

“Of course,” the worker replies as he rapidly taps on the screen in front of him. “Your total will be on the pinpad below.”

You pull your credit card out as your eyes wander to the desolate drink machine behind the counter, smiling as you think you must’ve lucked out today. Then, you watch the worker head over to the door right behind him and peek in.

“Seungkwan, we have a drink order!” he says cheerily and you resist the urge to roll your eyes when the man from yesterday walks out.

“Oh, hey,” he greets you when he notices you. “Finally getting your pretzel today?”

You can’t help but grimace and nod.

“And the lemonade was actually really good,” you reply with an eyebrow raised. He smirks at you and begins making your drink.

“Of course it was,” he says, turning to face the machine. “I’m skilled with my hands.”

Your eyes widen in shock at his choice of words. You can’t tell if he did that on purpose or not. The brunette man hands you a pretzel with an apologetic smile and then slides up behind the other man.

“Please don’t make our customers uncomfortable, Seungkwan!” he whispers exasperatedly. The blonde laughs and finishes up.

“Sorry, Chan,” he replies brightly and hands you the cup.

“See you next time,” he tells you with a knowing grin and you snatch the drink from him.

“Uh, thanks,” you say to the both of them before bolting to the exit. The men watch you all the way until you get to the exit doors.

“She came in yesterday when you were gone,” Seungkwan tells Chan when he notices his puzzled expression. Chan shakes his head and looks at the other man.

“This is why I keep telling you that you need to learn the pretzel part of the job! How can you work at Pretzel Pretzel and only know how to make drinks?!” Chan says with a glare.

“Look, I’m the drink guy and you’re the pretzel guy,” Seungkwan replies. “That’s how this works.”

It becomes a routine of sorts. When you’re having a tough day at work, you treat yourself to a pretzel and a drink at the mall across the street from your office building. Seeing the handsome blonde you now know as Seungkwan doesn’t hurt, either.

“So where do you work? You’re always here but I noticed you leave immediately after coming by our shop,” Seungkwan asks with tilt of his head after the two of you formally introduce yourselves to each other on your sixth visit.

“I actually work in the office across the street,” you reply with a nod. “I just came here that one day because I was craving a pretzel.”

“And you didn’t even get one,” he says with a dramatic sigh. “I would’ve left a terrible review on Google if that happened to me.”

“I’m still considering that,” you whisper and Seungkwan laughs. As usual, you take your pretzel and drink and leave after you finish conversing.

The next week, you miss your normal visits to the pretzel shop after you begin feeling under the weather. On Friday, you force yourself to hit the mall department store in search of a birthday gift for your friend.

You sigh, sifting through the clothes on the rack trying to find something halfway decent. A light blue dress pulls your attention and you grab the hanger to look at it.

“That’s a pretty dress,” says a familiar voice from behind you.

Your head whips around in surprise, immediately spotting Seungkwan in casual clothing. Your eyes immediately take in the oversized hoodie and jeans that he’s wearing. When you finally meet his gaze, he’s smiling knowingly at you.

“It’s a gift,” you reply with a forced smile. He hums and casually steps toward you.

“I haven’t seen you at the shop lately,” Seungkwan says as he absentmindedly looks at clothes himself.

“I got sick this week,” you reply with an exhale. “Can’t you tell by how bad I look?”

He scoffs and looks back at you.

“You’re always gorgeous.”

You swallow, throat suddenly feeling even more scratchy.

“Oh,” you reply with a nod. “Thank you.”

“You know,” Seungkwan begins with a devious smile. “I still owe you one.”

You tilt your head in question and he continues.

“Because of the pretzel.”

His sudden words make you giggle.

“So how are you gonna pay me back?” you ask him with a grin. You do, however, immediately regret your words when you notice how his eyes darken.

“Give me your phone,” he tells you and you pause. Curious about what he’s going to do, you unlock your cell and hand it to him. After a few seconds, he hands it back to you.

“There’s my number. You can text me when you decide what you want,” Seungkwan replies with a smirk. With that, he turns around and leaves the store. Your jaw almost drops while you try to process what exactly just happened.

However, your shock doesn’t stop you from taking up his offer.

Maybe not being able to open a jar is your excuse at attempting a booty call — however, there is currently a jar of unopened pickles sitting on your counter. You took it as a sign.

Seungkwan must not live very far from you, because next thing you know you hear a knocking at your door. You open it, faced with fluffy hair and a smile.

“I’m glad I’m at the right door,” he says and you roll your eyes, inviting him in with a gesture of your hand. You notice how cute he looks in his casual clothes.

“Oh!” he exclaims and spins around to look at you. “There’s actually a jar.”

“Yes there is,” you begin and take a step towards him, giving him a pout. “You seem so strong, so I thought you could take care of it for me.”

“I see…” he replies lowly, openly letting his gaze fall on your body. “Don’t you want me to take care of you first?”

You swallow, feeling your face heat up. You close the gap between the both of you and nod up at him, giving him the opportunity to make a move.

Seungkwan closes his eyes and leans in to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the day we met,” he says in a soft voice when he pulls back to look at you.

“You wanted to kiss a stranger?” you reply with a smile, humoring yourself. He places his hands on your waist and bites his lip before replying.

“A stranger as sexy as you? Of course.”

You’re the one to lean in this time and place another kiss on his lips, followed by another and another until he has you pushed up against your kitchen counter.

The way Seungkwan’s body grazes against your chest every time he moves is slowly driving you crazy, and you can’t help but gasp when he invades your space to nip at your ear. You desperately want to beg him for more, but you decide against it in an effort to practice self control.

That is — until his hand snakes up over your thin shirt and his fingers rub over your stiff nipples.

“Oh,” you say with a small gasp of pleasure. “That feels good…”

He smirks and uses two of his fingers to pinch your right nipple, watching as your gasp turns into a moan. He takes his other hand and places it on your left breast, squeezing and massaging and he teases your sensitive nipple.

“At least take my shirt off,” you plea in a desperate voice. “Please?”

“This is more fun,” he replies and gives you a deep kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You let his tongue explore your mouth before he pulls back slowly.

“Who knew that you dress like such a slut at home?” he says in a teasing voice. “Or did you just wear this to rile me up?”

Seungkwan gestures towards your thin tank top and shorts combo, and gives your tit a particularly harsh squeeze. His choice of words sends a spark down your spine.

“It worked. Don’t you like it?” you whisper, your words punctuated with a whine as he pinches both of your nipples. He nods, leaning his head into your neck to suck on the skin there. As he leaves kisses, he shallowly thrusts his hips once into yours and your head spins when you feel his hard erection pressed against your body.

“You can feel how much I like it, baby. I’m so hard for you already.”

Your eyes flutter closed as he gives another thrust, rubbing against your clothed pussy. Little does he know that you’re not wearing underwear either, and you can feel every single movement.

“Seungkwan,” you whine and wrap your arms around his neck, trying to bring him closer and gain more friction. “More, harder.”

He lets out a soft grunt in your ear and grabs ahold of your hips, rutting your body into the hard surface behind you. His cock feels amazing against you, even through his thick sweatpants. You think that you could cum from this feeling. As if he read your mind, Seungkwan pulls back from you the slightest bit to catch his breath. He looks down and you follow, both of you spotting the wet spot that you left on his crotch.

“Holy fuck,” he exclaims, eyes wide. His eyes drift towards your own shorts, seeing how they cling to your soaking wet pussy. His heavy gaze almost makes your legs buckle underneath you.

“No panties, either?” he looks into your eyes as his fingers grip even tighter onto your hips. You shake your head bashfully, secretly loving the decision you made that caused him to react like this.

“So you planned this…” Seungkwan begins, lifting his hands to gently pull down the thin straps of your tank top. “You waited for me, pussy all wet and waiting to be fucked. You need me to help you, right baby?”

He pulls the front of your tank top down so that your sensitive tits are exposed, waiting for your answer. While you stare at him, breathing heavily, he pulls the fabric over your head and throws it to the floor.

“That’s… you’re right. I need you to fuck me,” you say shakily. He smiles, placing a hand on your chin and kissing you sweetly.

“I know. I’ll take care of you, my needy girl.”

He quickly strips off his own shirt, not giving you a chance to admire his body before he lifts you up by the hips and places you on the counter behind you. His hands work quickly and slide your thin shorts down your legs, smirking at the wet spot he sees on them.

Seungkwan kneels onto the floor, spreading your legs before him and swallowing at the sight of your swollen cunt. Without a word, he spreads your folds with his thumbs and licks at your wet entrance.

You feel your whole body react to the touch, your pussy twitching in pleasure. He focuses on your hole, letting his tongue circle it and gently lick at it. You moan his name loudly and scramble to place your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Oh shit,” you exclaim when he moves on to suck on your sensitive clit. You can feel it throbbing. He flicks his tongue on it, simultaneously slipping two fingers inside of you. Your pussy takes them in easily with how aroused you are. He doesn’t take long before he begins fucking you with his fingers against your g-spot.

“Seungkwan,” you whimper and move one of your hands to thread through his blonde hair. “Your mouth is amazing.”

He moans and you watch his eyes close as he continues to tongue your clit and slide his fingers in and out of you, drawing loud sounds from your throat. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, but you want to wait on it.

“Gonna cum, Kwan,” you breathe out. “But I wanna cum when you’re inside of me.”

Seungkwan pauses his actions, pulling his fingers out and licking up the remaining wetness all over your cunt.

“You taste so good, I could do this every day for the rest of my life,” he sighs before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean. The lewd display makes your pussy clench around nothing. Your eyes are then drawn to the clear outline of his erection in his sweatpants, and you swear you can feel your mouth begin to water.

Before he can say anything, you slide down from the counter to stand in front of him and pull him into a deep kiss. You pull back and lean into his neck.

“I want to suck your cock,” you whisper into his ear and run a hand down his chest, stopping to grope his hard cock through the fabric. He groans and places a hand on your ass, giving it a squeeze.

“Be my guest, pretty girl,” he replies with a small smile that makes your heart skip a beat. You nod, carefully dropping down to your knees in front of him. Your fingers find the waistband of both his pants and underwear, pulling them down at the same time. His erection springs free and you almost moan at the sight of his thick, throbbing cock.

“You look like you wanna eat me,” Seungkwan says with a small laugh that makes you grin.

“Maybe I do,” you reply teasingly as you wrap a hand around him. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

His length twitches in your hand at your words and you wink up at him before licking the precum leaking from his tip. He groans quietly and places a hand on your head. You continue by running your tongue down his shaft, before lifting his cock and licking his balls.

You slide your mouth back up, and then fully wrap your lips around the head of his length to work your tongue over it. The sounds coming from Seungkwan’s mouth are making it hard for you to focus, but you continue nonetheless.

“Fuck,” he breathes out when you finally take his cock inside your mouth. You take him in as much as you can handle, feeling his hand rub your head soothingly. His length slides in and out of your mouth as he continues to moan your name.

“You’re doing so well, you look so pretty,” he begins to ramble desperately while you speed up your motions. Your watery eyes look up into his and you feel his hips stutter against you. You take your mouth off his cock, using your hand to rub your spit up and down the shaft.

Before you can continue, Seungkwan gently pulls you away from his cock and up so you can stand. Suddenly, his hands wrap around your body and he pulls you close to him.

“I need to be inside of you right now, baby,” he says, voice raspy. You nod, letting him spin you around and put you into position facing the counter. You turn your head to the side, watching him.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask, ready to offer one if he didn’t. He nods and bends over to reach into his sweatpants pocket. The sight makes you giggle.

“So if you brought one, doesn’t that mean you planned for this to happen?” you say with a teasing pout, making Seungkwan smile.

“You aren’t the only one who’s been thinking about this,” he replies with a kiss on your head. You watch him roll the condom on his cock, excited to feel him inside of you.

He places his hands on your waist, pulling your ass towards him. Your back arches to give him easier access. Giving you a playful spank, he begins lining his cock up and then slowly slides inside of you.

The two of you moan in unison as Seungkwan enters your pussy in one thrust. You clench around him, pulling a string of curses from his lips. Your insides feel so full that you can’t help but lean forward to rest your dazed head against the surface in front of you.

“I want you to wreck me,” you tell him shakily, feeling delirious from the pleasure spreading throughout your body. “Just fuck me, please?”

“Fuck,” Seungkwan curses as he begins moving, taking no time to be gentle. “I can feel how much your pussy loves my cock.”

You gasp and lay your front half against the counter, your arms shaking from the grip you have on the edge. The cold material against your sensitive nipples multiplies the feeling.

“You like getting fucked like this by a stranger, hmm?” he towers over your back and whispers in your ear. “I know you wanted my cock since the first time you saw me.”

You nod wildly, trying to whine out an affirmative answer. Seungkwan’s pace is brutal, but you love it. His words send a thrill down your spine, because you know that he’s right. You did secretly want him the first time you laid eyes on him.

His pace slows down and he begins fucking you slow and deep, pushing every inch of himself against your walls. His hands run softly up and down your body, contrasting how overwhelmed you feel. He slowly pulls his cock out of you, and then slides it back in.

“Hear how soaked your pussy is?” he asks in a cocky tone. Your cunt twitches around him and he begins thrusting faster. “Who are you this wet for?”

“Y-you,” you moan out desperately. “It’s all for you.”

Seungkwan hums, satisfied with your answer. He gives your ass another slap before pulling out of you completely. A surprised gasp leaves you and you look back at him, eyes pleading silently. His hand caresses your face as he rubs a thumb against your cheek.

“You look so pretty like this, all needy and desperate,” he says with a sigh. “It would be fun to leave you here like this just to hear you beg.”

“Seungkwan,” you reply in pure shock. You turn your body around to face him and his lustful expression makes your blood run hot. At this point, all you want is him inside of you.

“Please…” you begin as you push your self back up onto the counter, sitting and spreading your legs wide open. You hook your arms under your knees to push them apart and fully display your swollen cunt to the man in front of you.

Seungkwan’s eyes roam over you, making you feel even more exposed. Without saying a word, he steps forward to lean over your body. He positions himself so that the head of his cock barely rubs against your slick pussy.

“Beg for it,” he says with a vicious smirk.

You lay your head back, focusing on the barely-there feeling of stimulation on your clit. Pride be damned, you need him inside you immediately. You prop your upper body on your elbows and look him in the eyes.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking me since I met you,” you tell him, beginning to slowly wrap your legs around his waist. “I’ve been good for you, please?”

His eyelids lower and you watch his Adam’s apple move as he swallows. You finally feel him push into you, stretching you out again.

“You’re my good little slut now, right?” Seungkwan breathes out. “My pretty fucktoy.”

You moan unabashedly, your walls tightening around his fully sheathed cock. Your whole body heats up with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

“Yes, yes, I’m all yours, Seungkwan,” you admit with a whine. He grunts in response and tightly grips onto your thighs, spreading your legs as much as possible. As he continues thrusting, he leans down to take one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth and sucks hard. The added stimulation has you groaning, your cunt twitching wildly around him.

“Want you to cum around my cock, sweetie, okay?” he commands and quickens his pace, bringing a hand down to your clit to rub on it.

Your whole body tenses at the contact and you shudder. His lewd groans reverberating in your ear make your head spin and you instinctively wrap your legs even tighter around his waist.

“Cum inside me, p-please, Seungkwan,” you breathe out and he fucks you harder into the counter in response. His fingers quickly stroke your sensitive clit, bringing you to the brink of satisfaction.

You let the pleasure roll over your body in waves, your climax hitting you hard. In the midst of cumming you can feel Seungkwan’s cock throb and twitch as he spills his release into the condom. A soft whine leaves your throat as you feel the warmth radiating inside you.

He lets out a shaky breath, resting his forehead on your shoulder and placing his hands on your back to pull you closer. You sigh contentedly in his arms and close your eyes, waiting to make a move as you catch your breath.

After a few silent moments, Seungkwan hums as he gently pulls out of you, keeping his grip on you so you don’t fall backwards.

“Can I take you to bed?” he asks in a soft voice, taking your face in his hands. You feel your heart swell and you nod.

He smiles and pulls back from you to take the condom off and dispose of it — into your kitchen garbage. You scrunch your face without thinking and he laughs.

“Sorry, it was the nearest trash can,” he says and kisses you on the forehead.

He lifts you up off the counter and carries you bridal style out of the kitchen, finding his way to your bedroom. Your mind wanders to think about how messy your room is and how you should’ve cleaned more earlier.

“Sorry it’s messy in here,” you tell him, letting out a yawn. He flicks the light on and smiles down at you.

“Do you really think I care?” the blonde replies in a teasing voice. “I just fucked you on your kitchen counter.”

“Gross!” you say with a gasp and lightly smack him on the arm.

He lays you down onto your sheets, quickly finding a blanket and throwing it on top of you to tuck you in. His gaze wanders around your room, looking around as if he’s trying to get to know you just by your decor.

You find his hand, intertwining your fingers with his to bring his attention back to you.

“Seungkwan, will you stay the night?” you ask him with a squeeze of his hand. It’s unlike you to put your heart on the line for someone you’ve known so shortly, but it somehow feels right.

After a beat of silence, he brings your hand to his lips and kisses it.

“Anything for you.”

#seungkwan x reader #boo seungkwan x reader #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #svt x reader #svt smut

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invidiia · 1 year

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Can you do yandere Sigma?

꒰ yandere sigma x reader headcanons ꒱

notes ; HI yes, i can!! i love sigma so much i was excited to write this!! thank you for requesting, have a good night!!

warnings ; kidnapping, murder, yandere themes, stalking, obsessive "love", unhealthy relationships, death, red flags but its fine, i don't condone yanderes outside of fiction

⋆ he probably met you at the casino, considering he probably doesn't leave a whole lot

⋆ the moment he met you, he was constantly over your shoulder or watching you from afar. if you or anyone else noticed it and/or called him out for it, he'd just say he didn't mean to get so close, and that he was just watching over his customers. it was reasonable, seeing as he was the manager - the perfect excuse.

⋆ he isn't too good for stalking, either. if he can't just happen to be in the same place as you at the same time, he's on the cameras, looking across all the screen monitors in the room for your figure. he even has audio on the cameras - so technically, he has eyes and ears everywhere, too.

⋆ every game you end up almost losing in, he steps in to point out a minor rule that was broken, or a mistake in the game's initiation. somehow, you've won just about every game you took part in.

⋆ as patient as he is with you and other people, every time he looked your way when you won a game, he also looked at the customer who lost, eyeing you with annoyance while the grip on their card tightens in the slightest.

⋆ at first, he would try to get rid of them. but there were just so many flaws. if he killed them, he'd have to worry about covering up his tracks. even he isn't ready for that kind of disaster! just imagine sigma trying to cover up evidence of murdering someone. it would be like leaving behind bloody footprints while he mopped the blood the blood in front of him. there's no WAY he wouldn't screw up! well, that's what he thinks. he could probably get away with murder, especially if he contacted someone else, like fyodor or nikolai. but even so, they might not be of help ..

⋆ i think sigma would kidnap you fairly early, instead of waiting to do it. customers could get violent, and plus, you're not going to stay at the casino forever, so why not just save the two of you some time and a fight, and put an end to potential problems?

⋆ sigma would understand if you don't like it. he also doesn't like depriving people of their freedom, but all his other options could risk in you getting hurt. can't you see he did it for a reason? he didn't wanna do this, either!

⋆ one thing he'll never do is starve you. he sees no reason you should be denied food, since it was a basic human need. the only starving happening in the casino would be of your choice. at first, he leaves you to eat the food he brings you alone. best to give you your personal space, considering you were probably a little upset upon being kidnapped. if you chose not to eat the food, for whatever reason, like fear of poison or just out of spite, he likely won't notice for at least two days. i mean, he was bound to find out..

⋆ upon realizing you aren't eating the food he brings you, sigma will probably stay with you. but i can kind of imagine him feeding you himself when you refuse, and by that, i mean shoving it down your throat while sweetly telling you it's fine and you should just cooperate. he's SO sweet !! /sar

⋆ OH and he gives you gifts!! he figured he should probably give you things you might want, or opportunities to pick up safe, new hobbies if you're gonna be stuck there with him! it's good to express to him what you want to do, because he'll get you them the next day! if you ask to pick up sewing, knitting, or even crochet, he'll immediately say no. all of those have potentials to be weapons - even if you don't plan to use them against him, he just can't risk getting stabbed with a dull knitting needle!

⋆ lastly - if you were to ever escape, you'd probably be found immediately. he could probably try to get fyodor to help, and fyodor would probably rope in nikolai. so there isn't a huge chance of escaping successfully unless you never show your face around yokohama again. even then, you STILL might get caught!

#yandere sigma #yandere sigma x reader #sigma x reader #sigma bsd x reader #yandere sigma x reader bsd #klya..requests #yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader

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sepublic · 6 months

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Furthermore, Belos is the type of colonizer who loathes a culture, but also feels entitled to it and is pissed off when it doesn’t bend over backwards to his demands. He wanted the glyphs of the Titan but he refused to respect her and her people, her body, her customs, and opted to take it by force; A method needlessly more complicated, difficult, and arduous than just humbling himself and learning on someone else’s terms.

So to see some people have the fucking gall to treat Belos’ seizure of what is essentially a native resource as some W over that mean and unsuccessful Titan, disparage Luz as ‘not working’ for the glyphs like he did (ignoring how this brown girl actually put in the work of adapting to another culture), and unironically praise his ‘protestant work ethic’ is just… racist! It’s racist!!!

It’s buying into the conservative strong man myth that Belos got where he did ‘by the grit of his own teeth’, when really he lied to and cheated people who actually put in effort and suffered the consequences for him; He stood on people’s shoulders without consent and attributed their sacrifices as his own like so many American Dream capitalists, instead of appreciating and reciprocating others’ help the way Luz did. It’s buying into the idea that Belos’ atrocities can be overlooked for the sake of admiring how he ‘got things done’, because that’s just the price of success!!! Like I dunno maybe we shouldn’t even jokingly praise a character for being a colonizing thief, a swindling capitalist in all but name.

This reminds me of that time I saw someone’s Road to El Dorado AU where Philip plays the role of one of the white Spanish dudes. Like are you fucking for real. You saw a genocidal white colonizer who impersonates a local religion he has no real understanding over to manipulate the natives for his own selfish ends and you actually said, “Okay but what if we treated it as a cute and good thing this time? What if we treated his blatant disinterest in everything that isn’t seizing the natives’ resources as a teehee trait???” I don’t care if Philip is chill and doesn’t murder people in this version of events. Y’all are just being lowkey, if not outright, racist.

Belos is an effective satire of right-wing conservatives and radicalized white supremacists, genocidal colonizers who bastardize and appropriate cultures, “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” success stories, entitled abusers with all their excuses, and Christian self-flagellation and savior complexes. Dana based him off of televangelists, cult leaders, and her own conservative relatives. And yet so many people willingly ignore the whole point of Belos’ narrative and themes to reduce him to just “Caleb’s moody brother” or some sadboi victim of religious trauma, as if Philip didn't willingly embrace Puritan ideology regardless of whatever drawbacks it may have had, because it ultimately promised superiority…

And with the AUs that strip Belos of everything that makes him Belos for the sake of some feel-good story that undermines the show’s themes and does his victims dirty, that isn’t even an alternate version that’s just a completely different, made-up guy with none of the depth. How’s he going to learn his lesson in a redemption fic if the first thing the writer does is undo the curse to restore Philip's White Man status that he so obsessively clung onto, and lost for that very reason? How is he going to learn his lesson if the writer can't seem to properly comprehend what exactly he did wrong and the actual reasons for it???

#the owl house #emperor belos #philip wittebane #fandom racism #white favoritism #vent #rant

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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Clarity of Heart.

Yan Shenhe x F Reader. Commissioned piece.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships and manipulation. Word count: 3k.

To Shenhe, you’re an enigma.

She tries to unravel you, and with every impatient tug of her fingers, ends up forming a tighter knot. Why she even wants to understand you is a mystery in itself. Hers is a life of quiet solitude — a fact that’s never troubled her before. One must have companionship to understand loneliness in its absence. Her master imparted this wisdom to her, further complicating matters.

She supposes there’s no sense in agonizing over the unknowable. Ruminating on why the sun rises in the east and sets in the west would similarly be a waste of time. What she does understand, what’s so tangible that she can almost grasp it with her hands, is that she likes when you’re present and dislikes when you aren’t.

You’re strange, she thinks, not that she has much of a touchstone to make comparisons.

You make a yearly pilgrimage to Mt. Aocang to train, yet whenever Shenhe happens by, you stop everything to greet her in kind. You offer to share your limited supply of provisions, giving her the bigger piece when she insists on splitting things in half. It simply doesn’t make sense. If someone interrupted her training, she’d find them irritating; if someone asked to share her food, she’d refuse.

Though she never felt the need to track time before — the concept you referred to as a ‘calendar’ is not in her lexicon — she finds herself in an agreeable mood when the leaves show signs of turning. The cooling of scorching air and shortening of days proceeds your arrival. Without realizing it, she’ll frequent the base of the mountain, eyes scanning the treeline for your familiar figure.

There are days she spends just like that. Noting the changing phases of the moon, wondering if you’ll arrive when it's waxing or waning.

Sometimes she guesses correctly, sometimes she does not. It’s of no consequence. When you appear, everything else is condemned to be forgotten in a veil of fog.

Every year, she comes to associate new mysteries with you.

However, there��s something about this one that she urges her to investigate further.

“Why did you not use your Vision?”

You suddenly grow an interest in the contents of her mortar and pestle. The herbs release a faintly bitter aroma, lingering in the air where your voice normally flourishes. She finishes grinding it into a paste while you look everywhere but her eyes. Without asking for your permission, she lathers the ointment onto your now bruised bicep. You fight back a flinch, a fruitless endeavor, for she notices anyway.

“It isn’t—” you inhale sharply when she brushes over a particularly sensitive spot, your face contorting as you continue, “A particularly fitting campfire story.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ah, well, it’s popular for people to gather around the campfire and exchange stories. Sometimes they’re scary, but it’s all in good fun. The answer to your question… I can’t say this story’s very fun. Hence why I said it’s not fitting.”

As always, you teach her much about the bizarre customs of those who inhabit the world. She glances to the nearby campfire, to you, then back again.

“Shall I put it out, then?”

You smile, lines forming beneath your eyes while you do so. The fire makes her feel warm, but you make her feel hot.

“It’s okay, there’s no need for that. If you really want to know, I’ll tell you. It has to do with these training trips, actually.”

The pause that follows your words urges Shenhe to respond.

“I’d like to know.”

You gaze up at the stars, your eyes reflecting the brilliant expanse. “A few years ago, I’d been working odd jobs to make ends meet. One of these was a waitressing gig at a fine establishment. At that time, I’d only had my Pyro Vision for a few months… maybe less than that. Since I rarely left Liyue, I hadn’t used it much.”

You hug your knees to your chest.

“There was this drunk customer. He’d been acting flirtatious all evening, but I was just trying to do my job. When it was strictly verbal, I could handle it. I’d dealt with his type before. But… eventually, he reached out and… touched me. I honestly don’t remember much of what happened next. It was warm. I smelled something awful, heard a scream that was even worse.”

The red ropes binding Shenhe’s soul grow taut.

“It was… an event. Turns out the man was a rather important merchant. With a wife and a newborn kid, to make matters worse. The flames had scorched the skin on his hand to the point it was unusable. Had it not been for a friend of mine, Yanfei, I could’ve landed in a lot of trouble. She got him to drop the charges. Still, rumors spread, and people believed what they wanted to believe. It was during that time I met Madame Ping. She offered to tutor me — teach me how to use my Vision, rather than be scared of it.”

Your fingers caress the scarlet gemstone. “That’s why I hesitated earlier. I still have lots of room to improve. Coming out here helps me focus better, though. I don’t know how to explain it. When I see those tall mountains that seemingly go on forever, and am able to reach out and touch the clouds… everything feels right.”

“If you like it here so much, then why do you go back?” Shenhe asks. This question feels important to her, somehow. A riddle that must be solved.

“Liyue Harbor is my home,” you reply without missing a beat. “My master helped me think of it like this: for every painful memory, there’s a memory I cherish to match. I have to go back and remind myself of that. Or else the hurt is all I’ll remember.”

Your posture eases after you finish speaking. Shenhe can tell this philosophy is paramount to you — perhaps even similar to the red ropes that keep her grounded. Everyone arrives at a way to continue forward and this is yours. She glances down at your arm, where a Mitachurl had unexpectedly charged forward and slammed into you.

You had the means to dispatch it, and still, you hesitated. She did not. She hoped your explanation would dispel her confusion, but as is typical with you, she’s left feeling further perplexed. If this is a place that does you good, you should stay. Is returning to Liyue Harbor a type of training for you?

“Thank you again for patching me up. And helping me out earlier,” you give your shoulder an experimental roll. “The way you fight with your polearm is almost magical. I don’t know how you can move like that.”

The praise makes her stomach feel strange, yet it’s far from unpleasant. “I’m glad I was nearby.”

She always is when you’re on Mt. Aocang, but she keeps this detail to herself.

“So am I.”

The wind blows softly through your camp, rustling tree branches and encouraging the fire to crackle. Shenhe’s experienced many nights like this. While she could always appreciate the serene atmosphere, having you present makes it different somehow. It goes from being just another pretty place on the mountain to a slice of paradise. You take the ordinary and turn it into something special, something worthwhile.

“[First].”

“Hm?”

“That man… is he currently alive?”

You shake your head. “He isn’t. As it turns out, he was making shady deals with this group called the Fatui. They aren’t people you want to mess with. No one knows the specifics, but his death was unusual. It wouldn’t be a stretch to assume they did away with him after he no longer held any value.”

“That’s certainly a shame.”

You blink. “It is?”

“Yes,” she shifts her empty stare in the Harbor’s direction. “I would’ve liked to end him myself.”

Shenhe might be dense when it comes to most social courtesies, but even she knows this topic is taboo. Her entire life up until this point has consisted of training to subdue her homicidal urges. From this diligence on her master’s behalf, she came to glean that killing is an act that’s generally discouraged.

For this reason, she almost regrets her lack of tact if not for the sole possibility it could drive you away.

That’s why her eyes widen slightly when you press your hand over hers.

“It’s okay. I get it,” your tone makes it sound like it too. “If I’m being entirely honest, I thought about it before. I used to get angry when my master said I shouldn't throw away my future due to the past. In retrospect, I couldn’t be more grateful for her patience. She wasn’t protecting him, she was protecting me.”

The smile that Shenhe finds more dazzling than starlight works its way onto your face.

“Besides… if I had gone down that path, then who knows, maybe I wouldn’t have met you? That alone makes me confident I made the right decision.”

As far as you’re concerned, Shenhe is nowhere near as enigmatic as the rumors made her out to be.

She has her quirks, that much is undeniable, yet she’s simple at heart. She doesn’t leave you guessing. Mincing words isn’t her style, although it’s not born from malicious intent. To her, it doesn’t make sense why you’d say one thing while thinking another, an element you find refreshing.

You can only recall a single instance where you felt distance from her, despite being physically close.

That instance would be last night.

Judging by the sun’s position in the sky, it should be around noon. Normally, you would’ve seen Shenhe by this point. She prefers to drop by in the morning and then again at night so you can focus on your training. You suppose this ritual was never set in stone, it isn’t like she has to do it. Still, worry gnaws away at your rationality like vermin.

There’s plenty to do to keep your overactive mind occupied. Today marks the last day of this year’s annual Mt. Aocang trip. You pack your belongings up with care, not wanting to desecrate the land that served as your home for the past few weeks. The adepti are generous enough to grant you usage of what’s essentially their abode. The least you can do is ensure everything is returned to how it was.

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you survey your work. You’re running out of menial tasks to justify prolonging your stay. Deep down, you know you’re waiting to spot those silvery strands of hair. It occurs to you then that you’ve never been the one to seek Shenhe out. Where would you begin to search and find her? Traversing higher up feels like a violation, that’s where Cloud Retainer lives.

It wouldn’t be right to depart for an entire year without bidding Shenhe farewell. This predicament leaves you with a limited set of options. You could wait, hoping that she might happen by, or you could leave a note. The latter has an impersonal air to it which doesn’t sit well with you. Especially when you have the distinct impression something about last night changed the dynamic of your relationship.

You’re about to sigh for the umpteenth time that day when your ears pick up on distant footsteps. Relief washes over you in waves, you practically trip over yourself to approach the source of the sound. You know it must be Shenhe before you see her. No one else comes up here, it’s more trouble than it’s worth.

Shenhe doesn’t acknowledge your enthusiastic wave, opting to inspect where your camp once was instead. It could be your imagination, but you swear she’s frowning.

She speaks up before you have a chance to greet her, an unusual edge in her voice. “You’re leaving?”

“I’m sorry for not mentioning it sooner. I sorta lost track of the days,” you rub the back of your neck. “But yes, I plan on starting the trip back to Liyue Harbor today. I have commitments to attend to. Otherwise, I would love to stay longer.”

You don’t know why you feel compelled to explain yourself. It isn’t as if you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t be, yet for whatever reason, that’s what it feels like. The way she fixates on your packed belongings isn’t lost on you. The intent behind her stare is, though. Your closest guess is mild displeasure.

“Then stay,” Shenhe’s response makes it seem so simple. “I’ll help you unpack.”

Without waiting to hear your answer, she makes for the bag that holds your tent, until you block her path. You were aware she could be stubborn when the situation called for it. However, this doesn’t seem like the time or place to charge ahead without paying you any mind.

“Hey, is everything alright? Did I say something that upset you? If I did, please tell me. I don’t want to part on bad terms.”

“We won’t,” she promises. The reassurance does little to make you feel better. “I’m not upset. In fact, I’m quite pleased. The intricacies of understanding others is an art that’s often lost on me. It wasn’t until our discussion last night that things made themselves clear.”

You shift your weight from foot to foot. “And just what became clear to you, exactly?”

“You don’t want to leave, so you don’t have to.”

Your lips part and then close in rapid succession. Did you accidentally drink liquor instead of water this morning? Why is she talking like this is the most obvious revelation in the world? Pursing your lips, you comb the recesses of your mind for any possible statement or action that’d lead her to this conclusion. Misunderstandings always have a starting point. No matter what angle you scrutinize your last interaction from, you can’t fathom how she came to believe what she currently does.

Then again, her thought process differs drastically from yours. You’ve never needed to try

“I’ve learned that people are needlessly confusing,” she approaches you with slow, languid steps. “They’ll want one thing then convince themselves to pursue another. You say you like it here, then offer an excuse when given the opportunity to stay.”

A kindling of frustration flickers to life inside your chest. “That isn’t— I’m not giving excuses.”

She tilts her head. “Then why would you want to return to a place that unfairly condemned you, when you were guilty of nothing?”

No one has ever put it that way — so blunt, so raw — the words are knives that know the perfect place to cut. You swallow thickly. A lump forms in your constricting throat that you thought you’d moved past. She’s in front of you now, looking down at you through snowy eyelashes. She smells faintly of morning dew and herbs. Even in the midst of this bizarre, almost dreamlike experience, there’s a certain serenity to be found. You’re situated in the eye of the storm.

Lithe limbs bring you into an embrace with the utmost gentleness, she takes care not to apply pressure to your healing arm. She treats you as if you were made of porcelain.

“I’ve been told this act provides comfort,” she runs a hand up and down your back, leaving goosebumps behind in her wake. You shiver. “Do you feel comforted, [First]?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Her grip tightens, causing your breath to hitch. “How about now?”

The genuine nature of her inquiry leaves you at a loss. Had it been coming from anyone else, you might think they were mocking you, but this is Shenhe. Her actions are always in good faith, regardless of the quality of their execution. You don’t reciprocate the hug or make an attempt to push her away. For some reason, the idea of shrugging her off instills guilt in you.

An unwelcome little voice whispers you wouldn’t be able to, even if you tried. Her strength is far superior to yours.

You beg the voice to not say anything else.

Shenhe nuzzles her nose into your hair, seemingly forgetting that you have yet to reply. “If a place is full of bitter memories, it’s better to leave it behind, rather than force it to taste sweet.”

“I won’t know until I try,” is your weak rebuttal. It sounded better in your head.

“If you try, you can get hurt again,” Shenhe’s fingers are impossibly cold against your sweltering skin. “So don’t try. Stay. My master has given permission for you to live here with us.”

She parts from you with some reluctance. You watch silently as she rummages through your equipment, putting everything back where it once was. She must’ve memorized how you preferred to set up camp. There’s concentration on her features, she’s intent on ensuring each item is in its proper place. After a few minutes of standing as still as a statue, you lend her a hand.

Your movements are far more sluggish than usual, it’s like there’s an invisible weight crushing you from above.

You test various arguments on your tongue and find them all unsatisfactory. How can you go about convincing Shenhe when you’re not even convinced yourself? For as long as you can remember, you’ve clung to the possibility of righting the wrong, struggling in swimming upstream against rushing currents. Could she be offering you a hand that’d pull you free from dangerous waters?

Or is she dragging you into another uphill battle under the guise of rescue?

From this position, high up in the sky, it’s easy to forget the complexities that inevitably come with regular life. There are no such difficulties here. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay a while longer. No one here looks down on you, whispers when you enter a room, or avoids you on the street. Underhanded comments never reach your ears. You had forgotten how much each of these unfair transgressions stings.

Shenhe reopened the wound — perhaps she has a better way to close it.

Until then, you’ll learn to endure the hurt all over again.

#shenhe x reader #yandere shenhe x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #commissions #my stuff

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bb-eilish · 1 year

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his birthday

pairings; beomgyu x reader

A/N: i know this isn’t smut but my brand is txt smut so i feel like my followers will have a better chance of seeing this with the txt smut hashtag. don’t kill me pls.

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“You’re home! I missed you.” You gush, running into Beomgyu’s arms. Today is his birthday and you swear you’ve never been more excited for it to be someone else’s birthday.

You unfortunately couldn’t go to the dinner his management and group planned because it was in public, your relationship was obviously not a globally known thing. So, you sat at home, ordering food and his favorite cake, plus super cute decorations that you threw in random parts of your apartment.

“I am, I’m sorry I was gone so long. The guys kept finding things to do.” He apologetically smiles at you.

You scoff in response. “Beom, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re here now. Come on!” You smile widely at him, grabbing his hand to yank him along to the beomgyu-themed kitchen.

His loud laugh has you somehow smiling wider, “What’s all this?”

You both gaze at the balloons circling the counter—his face printed on them, his cake sitting neatly in the middle. Him being an idol means you’re able to find pretty funny items with his face randomly slapped on. You have a pretty impressive collection of pillows, bags, and cups with his face distorted on them.

“What do you mean? It’s your birthday, come and sit down, birthday boy!” You giggle, pushing him to the awaiting seat. Sitting beside him you both gaze at the cake you had customized. His name is in pink and the swirls on the side are a pretty green. Taking in a breath you softly sing him happy birthday, you swear your heart stopped a few times at the way he looked at you during it. Like you could do no wrong.

“You didn’t have to do all this y’know, just being with you is celebration enough. He gently smirks your way. “Oh, please. Make a wish, cheeseball.” He chuckles at the nickname before closing his eyes—making a wish. You take a moment to take in his face, the gentle candle light shining on him makes his skin look so warm and soft, the goofy smile on his face infecting yours.

Suddenly, he opens his eyes and blows the multicolored candles out in one blow. You clap while muttering a “yay” as he plucks out the wax from the dessert. You both make sure to lick off the frosting from the bottoms of the candles as well.

“So, what did you wish for?” You ask, grabbing the plates and utensils you set to the side.

“I can’t tell you, it won’t come true.” He takes the knife from you and cuts a piece, placing it on your plate first, then cutting a piece for himself. “You’re no fun.” You fake-pout.

He scoffs in faux offense, “No fun? How’s this for fun.” You go to question him but end up gasping, he scoops up a glob of white frosting and smears it messily across your left cheek. “Beomgyu!” He holds his stomach in laughter at your face, only stopping when you do the same to him. Now you both are matching.

“You little..” He mumbles with a smile that scrunches up his nose. You expect him to smear the frosting across your forehead or nose, but it ends up all over your bottom lip. “What’re you-“ He cuts you off with an extra sweet kiss. You weren’t expecting it, but you welcome it gladly. When he pulls away he rests his forehead against yours oh so slightly.

“Happy birthday, Beomgyu. I love you.” Your voice is low, almost a whisper. His is the same when he puts his hand on the side of your neck to pull you into another kiss. “I love you too.”

#txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #kpop x reader #beomgyu fluff #txt fluff #beomgyu imagines #txt imagines #kpop imagines #txt x you #beomgyu x you #kpop x you #txt smut #beomgyu smut

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cyborg-franky · 4 months

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Com!

Com for @mamamittens I hope you like it, I had much fun!

Thatch x OC SFW Yandere themes

Nikia had been in town when the large ship the size of a city rolled in on the horizon. She stood there, her basket of shopping sitting in the crook of her elbow as she peered into the distance, everyone started to gather, a commotion forming around her. Some people knocked into her wings, and she let out an annoyed huff as she pulled her wings tighter to her body she slowly used her devil fruit power to make them smaller, and more manageable as everyone was getting excited around her, people recognizing the flag that billowed in the wind, the approaching crew apparently a big deal around here.

This was why she avoided mingling with the bustling townspeople, she liked to be up in the mountain, surveying her ice kingdom and keeping things in order. People and crowds just made her feel nervous, made her feel itchy and she couldn’t shake the paranoid feeling that she was just in everyone's way with her wings and cold demeanor.

Still, despite her annoyance and the unease creeping up her spine, she couldn't deny she was curious about the ship. She knew about the Whitebeard Pirates, that this was one of the many islands under their protection and she was grateful for that.

She’d just never been down from her mountain when the pirates rocked up. Watching the Moby Dick get closer, pushing through waves with such ease she found herself wondering what sort of a crew they were, they must have been loved going on the reaction of the growing crowd around her, the orchestra of cheers and whistles.

Nikia shook her head and started to weave through the masses, needing to grab a few more things before she went home, longing for the peace, her cozy little cabin with the log fire and shelf upon shelf of books she loved.

On the subject of books, she mused as she left the crowded space, ignoring the big ship and the crew starting to approach the dock. Treating herself to a new book was on her list while she was in town. She decided that was the first thing she’d do after getting everything else that she needed.

–

There were many pros and cons to living on an island that was known for its hot springs, the tourist trade was great for business here, even if it meant more work for her, finding those lost in the snow, those who got drunk and stumbled too far away from the resort, there was an array of reasons why she was called in to save those lost souls, those idiots, be it by nature of their stupidity.

The biggest pro for Nikia was because of the trade the island got it meant there were books from all over the world imported and she couldn’t get enough of them. She set down her basket on a nearby table as she picked up book after book, scanning the back, her eyebrows either twitched with interest or she glared down her nose at the information that didn’t stand up to her expectations of a pretty or fun cover.

The door opened and she didn’t pay attention, she didn’t hear the cheerful conversation between the new customer and the owner, nor the footsteps that got louder and louder, polished boots against wood, closer and closer to her.

She was in her own world as she flipped open the book clutched in her hands, busy reading the first few sentences, already decided she was going to buy this one and all the following issues of it, captivated by the premise, not to mention it would save her many trips back down the mountain. Sure the town was only a flight away but it did mean having to endure the crowds, the other big ‘con’ of the hotspring island.

Tourists everywhere.

Nikia’s wings bristled from the feeling of someone uncomfortably close, that was when her eyes flicked up from the page, peering up over her glasses and seeing the tall, broad man with a huge smile. She closed the book, eyebrows raised and her lips in a firm line, she had often been accused of looking ‘unapproachable’ because she didn’t school her expressions to fit what people wanted or expected.

“Hey,” Thatch said, hands on his hips as he pretended to look over the book selection, he had popped in to get one or two of his trashy romance novels but he’d found something better than half-assed stories that led to embarrassingly amature love scenes—a very pretty woman. The wings had drawn his attention, he’d watched her for a while, the way she looked over things before she nodded to herself, deciding she wanted it, the little actions and facial expressions captivating him.

“Hello,” she said, her eyes falling to meet his, never a fan of eye contact at the best of times, let alone when she didn’t think a stranger was owed prolonged eye contact anyway. “Sorry, I just got into town, we don’t have many girls on the ship, and wow, you're really pretty. “Thatch gushed and rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling to himself.

“Oh, your a Whitebeard?” Nikia asked as she picked up her basket, neatly arranging the items so she could slot a few books into it once she’d paid. She was proud of herself for managing to keep the blush from his compliment off her face, to not shrink as small as she could, and hide behind the nearest object like she so desperately wanted to, never able to take a compliment.

“Yeah, I am! Name’s Thatch and you are?” He said and held out his hand.

Thatch’s hand appeared calloused from years of working hard on a ship no doubt, they looked big and strong and friendly though she thought to herself. She wasn’t much of a handshake person but she was at least still wearing her gloves, she didn’t want to insult a member of a very strong and notorious pirate crew either. With that in mind, and her own desire to feel just how strong and warm his hand was she took it, shaking gently. She felt him close his hand, engulfing her smaller one.

But she was right, it was comforting. She took a moment to examine him, eyes focused on his nose, eyebrows, everything that made it look like she was meeting his gaze but secretly she was taking him in, putting a picture together in her mind of what this Thatch person was like just on this brief meeting.

“Nikia, I’m the head ranger on this island,” Thatch chuckled and withdrew his hand, arms folded over his chest as he tilted his head to one side. “Oh, so you're the one who looks after us tourists then huh?”

“Yes, so please tell your crew to either handle their booze or dig themselves out, it’s getting cold at night.” She hummed and walked past him, not seeing how he watched her walk, watching the sway of her hips, her wings. She was far too preoccupied with buying her books and conversing with the owner.

Seems he would have to ask the man behind the desk all about this pretty bird,

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Thatch was a very friendly and easygoing man, people just warmed up to him in an instant. His broad smile and boisterous laugh that was just infectious and he was welcomed with open arms within mere moments of someone meeting him, that was how he learned so much about the woman with the wings, where she lived for example…

Everyone else would go to the hotsprings at some point so it wouldn’t look odd that he just showed up. He got in the cable cart going up to the resort, he should have brought a coat, foolishly eager to see Nikia again that no amount of chilly weather and cold winds would hinder him, he didn’t want anything to delay his progress in getting to see her, speak to her, be near her.

He was determined to warm the frosty bird and work his way into her heart. He was besotted and there were few things worse than a man in love, in obsession. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with his sudden and intense feelings for the woman he’d known for less than ten minutes, the heart wants what the heart wants right?

Maybe it was his nature as a pirate, whatever you wanted you were entitled to if you were strong and brave enough to reach out and grasp it. He rubbed his arms as he watched the cable car ascend higher and higher above the world, snow as far as the eye could see. It juddered to a halt and he opened the door, letting it swing open as he traded sturdy metal floor and slippy snow, almost losing his footing, a laugh at himself, breathy and low, visible in the chilly air as he glanced around and got his bearings.

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Nikia smiled to herself, flipping the page of her new book, enjoying the afternoon with little incident. Her den den sitting on the table munching on a selection of vegetables while she enjoyed a hot pot of tea and cookies the hot springs owner had gifted her for her hard work. She looked out the window, seeing the steam from the hot springs dance in the air, meeting the falling snow. She sighed, content in this moment.

Just watching the serenity of the moment as she sipped her tea, she heard footsteps turning her head, expecting the kindly owner to greet her, asking if everything was okay until she was met with the pirate, Thatch was his name, right?

She shrunk in place, going down a size when he smiled at her, something making her heart thump harder. She wasn’t used to having such attention, the flirtatiousness in his every movement, smile, words, how his eyes twinkled with fondness as he spoke. “Hey, fancy meeting you here.” He said like it wasn’t all staged.

Nikia adjusted and set her tea down, she bit her lip, did she want company? Did she want his company? She valued her alone time but sometimes it did get a little lonely and he seemed so nice, such a charming man. Maybe it was the moment, the falling snow, the sound of wind chimes from the garden being tickled by an icy breeze, how at peace she felt that made her offer him a seat.

She didn’t even care that the woman who owned the springs saw them together and would no doubt be gossiping about Nikia finally spending time with a possible partner. Everyone was always so invested in others' lives, something Nikia could never understand. She brushed it off, wings twitching in agitation at the thought, though it was brief as Thatch sat down and complimented her once again, this time her hair. She brushed back a strand subconsciously and smiled softly.

Oh, he was a charmer, wasn’t he?

Even so, Nikia wasn’t the type to be won over so fast.

–

And true to form she wasn’t an easy win, they’d been docked for days now and Thatch spent all his time with her. Went for talks, looking for missing people together, just doing her patrols together where he did most of the talking. That seemed to work out though he’d noticed, she wasn't much of a talker but she listened, and didn’t miss a single thing.

He’d ask her about herself, about her life, her job and she would answer thoughtfully. Maybe she enjoyed his company as much as he did her. But the growing obsession, the love that was bubbling up in the man, fit to burst was getting impatient. He wanted more, needed more.

To hold her hand, to kiss her, to stroke back her hair after a night together, after watching her come undone. The ache in his heart every time they parted got harder and harder to endure, like a hand grasping his heart tighter and tighter as his devotion and need for her crashed like waves against the shore, slowly more consuming and deeper as time passed.

The last time they walked together, trudging through the snow as she kept a lookout for anyone in danger, in need of her help she had turned to him and asked “Why are you spending all your shore leave with me instead of enjoying the beach like the others?” and he didn’t know what to say at the time, as much as he wanted to blurt out everything, to confess, to fall to his knees and beg her to be his, he wasn’t sure she was there yet, or even close.

His reply had been a shrug and a chuckle “Because I like spending time with you,” it wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t completely the truth, after all, it was the tip of the iceberg for him.

Nikia seemed to accept that, he could have sworn she shrunk in stature, her wings twitching as her cheeks flushed a brighter red before she snuggled into the scarf around her neck, hiding away from his prying eyes. He could read her, she was slowly coming around.

Still, maybe it was time to seek advice on the matter. He didn’t want this week to fly by without the chance to sweep her off her feet, maybe coax her into joining him on the Moby, to adventure by his side…

Marco looked up when the door opened, seeing Thatch step in with a nod of greeting. Marco paused what he was doing, altogether setting down his pen when he heard Thatch lock the door. He watched as Thatch walked over, making purposeful strides before sitting in the seat across from him, the legs screeching on the wooden floor as Thatch dragged his seat closer to the desk. He set clasped hands on the wood, his thumbs wrestled one another as he thought just how to word this.

The doctor simply waited, his eyebrows raised as he leaned back in his seat as Thatch wriggled in place, which, amused Marco to no end, the lazy smile on his face soon stretching out into a wild grin as something flashed in his eyes. “Let me guess,”

Thatch looked at him, eyes narrowed as Marco made a big show of it, the way he tapped his lip and swiveled in his chair, back and forth, clicking his tongue and driving Thatch mad. “It’s the girl, right? Your pretty bird yoi.” the way Thatch reacted just lit up Marco’s face, the smirk taking on a devious edge as leaned forward to match the posture of Thatch.

“Yeah, how did you guess?” Thatch asked, genuinely impressed by his friend. “I see everything when I go for one of my daily flights yoi,” Marco said, watching Thatch nod. “Alright so, basically things are going well but too slow for me and we only have two days left here…”

Marco nodded, prompting to carry on. “And you want her to join us?” Marco added and Thatch sighed, “Yeah, but I don’t think she’s going to bite.”

“Sometimes birds do better in captivity than they do in the wild, they just don’t see it.” Marco slid his chair from under the desk, scooted it over to a medicine cabinet, and shuffled around, bottles clanked together as he pulled each out, squinting at the labels.

Thatch rolled his eyes, wishing he’d just concede to his age and wear his damn glasses. “Ah!” Marco pulled out a vial with a grin and rolled right back over, almost hitting the desk before he set it down.

“Birds like to be free yoi, but they also always desire a suitable mate.” He explained and watched Thatch pick it up, shaking the light pink liquid around in the glass, brows furrowed as he stared over it at the doctor. “It won’t hurt, it won’t do damage, it just helps to open one's eyes to what's good for them.”

“How do y- ya know what, I don’t think I wanna know,” Thatch said, seeing Marco shrug his shoulders.

Marco had been the right person to come to it seemed. Normally Thatch would never resort to such underhanded things, as a chef he would never even consider the thought of tampering with someone's food but he was desperate he was so hopelessly and foolishly in love with her.

–

She landed on the deck softly, looking around, taking in her surroundings. She wasn’t used to being on boats but at least The Moby was so big she couldn’t even feel the sway of the ship, how waves gently rocked it. She looked at the lanterns strung up, giving a warm glow in the darkness. She folded her wings, shrinking them to a manageable size, years of getting them stuck in doorways made her very self-aware.

Nikia had agreed to meet Thatch one last time before he and his crew set sail again. She was annoyed at herself for having feelings for the handsome charming pirate. The way he laughed at her jokes, not many people got how dry she was, that her sense of humor was a little on the darker side of things, but Thatch did and it made her heart sing to see him crack up at her offhanded comments.

He was always so gentle with her too, the way he offered his hand to her when she stepped into the snow, she knew Thatch wasn’t worried for her safety, he just wanted to be close and in the last day or so she had allowed him such a thing.

“I’m glad you could make it,” she looked up and saw Thatch, smiling brightly and waving her over. “I can’t wait for you to try my food, I cooked you something special for our last night together!” He said an arm around her and leading her into the belly of the ship.

Something felt amiss but his smile was all the reassurance she needed.

#one piece oc x thatch #oc x thatch #yandere #sfw

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rainfallnightmare · 6 months

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Chapter 3

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Florist Y/n x Bartender Sun, Moon, Lunar, Eclipse and BloodMoon

Fluff

Warning: swearing

Word counts: 1482

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2 months later

June 12th

Lunar POV:

It’s been two almost three months since our next door neighbor Y/n has been getting some customers every now and then. I was over at the shop a couple of times to chat and see what the bar could use as a decoration. Today I was going over to the shop today with Sun so we could make some orders as we agreed upon some summer-like flowers.

“We’ll be back guys, we’re going to make those orders with Y/n” I called out to the others as Sun was next to me when I did it. Moon gave us the thumbs up before going back to work as Eclipse was busy wiping down the tables and BloodMoon was dealing with customers. As Sun and I left the bar and went over to Y/n’s shop next door. Both Sun and I were surprised when we saw Y/n being yelled at by a customer. “What the fuck do you mean that you ran out of the golden roses, I just saw them here yesterday and now your out!” The person yelling at Y/n was a female and Y/n look was trying to calm the woman down.

“I’m sorry ma’am, the last few customers here bought them but I can order more if you wait for a little bit” Y/n spoke as they were trying not to get annoyed by the customer behavior. “Don’t you think you're behaving poorly like a child miss” Sun spoke up as Y/n and the woman turned their attention towards our direction. “What did you say you metal freak!” The woman said and my eyes twitched at the name calling. “N-Now now everyone, we can solve this out peacefully. Ma’am if you want some of the roses you need to make an order so I can get them sent here as soon as possible” Y/n spoke as they were trying to calm the situation down which I don’t blame them for. The woman turned to y/n and cussed them out for their lack of service before barging out of the shop.

Y/n POV:

When the customer left, I let out a sigh since this was the third person who came and complained about something that was purchased before them. Today was already rough enough having to restock the shelves and making new orders when people buy a large bundle of my products. “You alright Iris?” Lunar asked when he and Sun came up to my register and I nodded my head. “I’m alright guys, not the first time someone complains to me like that” I wasn’t gonna tell them how others tried to threaten me or steal something without pay. “You seem stressed sunflower” Sun said, but I lightly waved it off since I didn’t want to worry them.

“It’s alright, I was gonna go on break soon but for now what can I do for the two of you?” I know Lunar has come by a few to check out my shop and all but seeing Sun here was new. “We came over and were wondering if we could order some summer-like theme flowers for the bar” I was surprised a little that they would want to order from here since their place was pretty already. “Do you have in mind what flowers you want?” Sun reached into his pocket and pulled out I’m guessing a list before handing it to me. Taking a look at it, I see that there were only four kinds of flowers they thought of: Sunflowers, Tiger lilies, Roses and Orchids.

“Alright I can see what I can do about these, is there anything else you two need or is that all” When Lunar looked around the shop to see what I had. “I believe that all for now, what about you Sun?” Sun being new here, went looking around while Lunar and I waited for him. “So how is your guys business going, I saw that it has been packed in there a few times I came over to visit” Which was true and everything I came over to just check on the guys. I would see them all over the place serving the customers without a break on their end.

“It going alright, a lot of customers makes us money so I can’t really complain”

He had a point but I was still a little concerned for their well beings. “Must be nice to have a popular bar for people to go to” Lunar shrugged his shoulders before he turned his attention towards me as I looked up at his pretty blue eyes. “It’s nice til it gets boring and tiresome, believe me it’s not really anything spectacular being popular” Lunar said as he sighed at the thought of endless work and how annoying it was having to deal with so many people. When I was about to say something, I heard the first door chime go off with a loud slam door open. I quickly moved to see who was here that was so rude til I froze in shock.

It was my own mother here but how. “Finally I found you” My mother said bitterly and I had a big feeling as to why she is here and not where she belongs. “You are aware that if you break something, you're going to have to pay for it ma’am” I crossed my arms while Lunar and Sun watched. “I don’t have to pay you anything you little shit, now give me what I came here for or do you need some more lessons” I thought so and sighed before I pulled out my cell phone. “You have 5 seconds to leave before I call the police and have you arrested” I wasn’t going to play around with her, if she wanted money so much then she can work to earn it then demand it from me.

“I would listen to what they say ma’am, this isn’t the first time they have called the police” Lunar said in a serious tone which I had never seen before as he and Sun stood behind me. Mother wasn’t sure whether to believe his bluff or not. When I started to count down, my mother just stood there til I reached zero. “I would leave now if I were you” Sun spoke as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

My own mother growled in anger as she turned to leave. “Watch your back cause this isn’t over yet” She yelled out as she left my store. Once I fully knew that she was gone, I put my phone back into my pocket as Lunar and Sun looked at me concerned. “Who was that woman?” Lunar asked and I sighed as I turned to face both of them.

“That was my Mother”

Telling them who she was made Sun and Lunar speechless as they looked at each other. “Sunflower, why is your mother threatening you like that?” I understand their confusion since they don’t know my past. “It’s a long story Sunny, it best not to worry about it right now” I said while Lunar and Sun seemed not to be pleased by my answer but just let it go for now.

“Don’t you guys have to go back by now?” I spoke which caused Lunar and Sun to freeze in their spots. I assumed that they had forgotten that they still had work to do. “Shoot, Eclipse is gonna have our heads” Sun rays shrink in fear as he and Lunar try to run out but I grabbed their hands. “Easy there guys, let me walk over with you two so I can explain why you two are late” Lunar and Sun sighed in relief before nodding their heads as I grabbed what I needed and put a sign up saying that I was on a break.

As we left my shop and headed over to the bar. My assumptions were correct when the three of us entered to see an annoyed Moon and Eclipse. BloodMoon was finishing serving a customer before walking over where the rest of us were at.

“Care to explain why you two were late to come back”

Sun and Lunar suddenly hid behind me. “Take it easy on them clipsy, it was my fault for distracting them” Eclipse turned his attention to me as he gave me a certain look before sighing. “You two get to work before I change my mind of letting you two off the hook” Sun and Lunar ran off to the kitchen as the three in front of me shook their heads. “Sorry about that guys” I do feel bad for them since today looks like it was one of those days that the place is packed.

“It’s alright lily, just don’t make it a habit”

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wonderwomanfantasy · 1 year

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dollmaker

Sero deserves the whole world as well as his own doll <3

Sero x reader

warnings: miscommunication used for comedy, that's about it

word count: 1,300 (about)

summary: a doll customizer and a hero who wants a doll, it's a match made in heaven!

Hanta knew he wasn’t exactly a popular hero. not that it mattered, he didn’t get into hero work to be famous, he did it to save people. It did sting sometimes when he got referred to as “the tape guy” instead of by his name but that was petty. Besides, it was nice that he didn’t have to hide his face to go out, he knew Bakugou had to hire a personal shopper because fans would swarm him if he went out in public. Sero couldn’t imagine letting someone else know how many Zebra cakes he ate in one week. Besides, that would mean he wouldn’t get to go shopping with you.

It was small, but Hanta always looked forward to spending that time with you. Sero never thought he’d be the kind of guy who cared what type of trash bags and paper towels his partner liked but here he was, Caring.

“What are you smiling at?” you asked, kissing Sero’s cheek, pulling him out of his own thoughts.

“You, pretty,” he answered automatically. Sero couldn’t help but smile when he saw you, you just made every room better, and he couldn’t help it.

“Sappy,” you snapped back and pushed the cart onward.

Even though you were grocery shopping you couldn’t escape heroism. Branded cereals, t-shirts, themed Nerf guns, and of course Action figures. Sero didn’t notice but you did, there was nothing for Cellophane. You knew that he had merch, whenever Hanta got some new prototype he always gave it to you before it was released to the larger public. But most of that was online, he hardly ever had stuff on shelves.

You pulled down an Action figure of Deku, Sero didn’t have anything like this. You carefully turned the package over in your hands trying to see the doll through layers of plastic. You’d had an interest in collecting and making dolls of your own for a few years now, it was interesting to see how these toys worked and pierced together.

“I thought I was your favorite hero,” Sero scoffed seeing how much attention you were paying to someone else’s merchandise. You put the doll back and stuck your tongue out at him.

“What gave you that idea?” you teased. Hanta didn’t have anything like that, you wondered if he’d like that, if not a mass-marketed toy then maybe something unique he could have. Your mind wandered to making the doll, it wouldn’t be hard to style a doll with his hair and makeup to look like him. It wouldn’t even be that hard to make modified elbows for him. But it would be a pain in the ass to make clothes. His suit was so detailed it would be difficult to scale it down to the size of a toy.

Difficult, but you were sure you could do it with a few rough drafts. The real trick would be keeping it from Hanta. Normally you would share your progress with him, but you wanted to keep this doll a surprise, and if it turned out to be a complete failure you could just scrap it without disappointing your boyfriend. You started on your secret project as soon as you got home, pulling out a doll that would make a good base before beginning.

Sero had never thought much about his own action figure, but Kaminari had started prototyping one for his brand and would not shut up about it. It also meant that Sero was the only one in his immediate friend group who didn’t have anything like that.

He remembered a few weeks ago when you’d lingered over the Deku Doll. he liked it when you wore something of his, and he knew you liked dolls, it might be nice to give you something like that. So he started asking his PR team, and he got shot down. He wasn’t high-ranking enough, making a toy would only be a loss to the company it would cost more than it would bring in. His heart sank a little bit when he heard that. He didn’t care if he was the number one hero, but it stung that his rank meant he couldn’t give you a stupid gift and that he wasn’t on the same level as friends.

Sero shook his head and tried to ignore the negative thoughts. A Doll of himself was a selfish gift anyways, he was just jealous the Deku doll caught your eye and jealous that Kaminari was more popular.

He could give you a better gift than that any day of the week. No one knew you as Sero did and he knew what you’d want more than anything; a relaxing night with your boyfriend.

“BABE” Sero called out as he entered your shared home, almost instantly your head popped out of your office,

“Hey, Hanta! One sec let me clean up a little bit,” you said disappearing again, Sero never minded when you worked while he was home, but Recently you’d been insisting that you wanted to spend time with him every second that he was there and you tired to have your workspace clean by the time he was home.

Sero loved spending time with you, of course, but it made him a little sad like he didn’t see you enough and it was making you desperate for any scrap of time with him,

While you were distracted Sero brought in his surprise, it wasn’t anything big just dinner from your favorite restaurant.

“Hanta!” you gasped, Sero turned and grinned at you

“Surprise baby,” he said then quickly caught you as you threw yourself at him, peppering his face with kisses.

“You’re too sweet to me,” you gushed. Hanta smiled, basking in your praise.

“It’s nothing, I just wanted to surprise you,” he laughed steering you both to the kitchen so that you could dig in.

After eating, Sero pulled you to the couch and into his lap holding you there. He rubbed slow circles against your hips and the tops of your thighs. You had your arms wrapped around his neck and nuzzled into his chest. Sero held you closer.

“I love you, hanta,’ you murmured.

“I love you more,” he assured you.

“Well I don’t know about that,” you teased pulling back so you could look at him, grinning mischievously. He knew that grin.

“What did you do?” he gasped no longer relaxed.

“What? You surprised me, Can’t I surprise you too?” you demanded laughing to yourself. You tried to climb off of his lap but Sero caught you and didn’t let you go.

“No, I’m not ready,” he laughed.

“It’s not bad!” you giggled.

“But I’m scared!” he protested. You managed to wriggle out of his arms and stumbled to your office, Sero followed you like a dog after his owner.

“Stay here while I get it,” you ordered.

“What’s ‘it’? How long have you been hiding this from me?” Hanta demanded. Nevertheless, he stayed obediently outside of the door.

“Now, it’s not perfect but I hope you like it anyways,” you said shyly with your hands behind your back. Sero dropped the teasing you’d put a lot of effort into this, and he knew he’d love it no matter what it was.

You handed him an action figure, at first he was confused, then he realized it was him.

“Oh my god, you made this?” he asked, admiring the detail.

“I ended up just painting the suit, it was too hard to sew I just-”

Sero cut you off with a kiss.

“I love it, baby,” he whispered, Sero knew he would treasure it forever, his own doll.

#sero x reader #Imagine sero hanta #my hero acedamia #mha fluff #sero x reader fluff #gn reader #boku no hero academia #sero x you

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A Sires Bond Chapter 2

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Summary: The dark sire isnt one to waste time, when he makes a deal he intends to fullfill his end immediately.

Warnings : Smut! A/B/O, Adult themes, Werewolves/shifters au, Dark magic,Fluff?, Angst, swearing

A/N: so here is the second part, i promise im trying to keep writing but my hard work for my shop has paid off and im currently getting orders in for custom dolls/animals. Its good news but my dolls are time consuming to make 🥲 16-20 hours each if im lucky hence i havent had much spare time to write and update things.

You both gasped at the first touch. The cracked barrier felt like thickened air as your palm passed through it, his warm skin burning against yours. He didn't hesitate as you did. His fingers slotted between yours and he held you firmly. A strange pulsing came from the barrier. Intermittent thrumming echoing through the air soundlessly. Your hair flicked, jumping with the movment.

Just when you thought nothing more would happen you saw it. Magic. It seemed to creep below you skin. Your veins glowed, a strange dark light emitting from them. Along with it came a strange feeling. Something between pins and needles and feather light touches gliding across your skin. You looked to him seeing his eyes alight with orange golden fire.

A quick sense of panic flared inside of you as the magic crawled up your arm. Reaching ever closer to your body. But you refused to deny this. You will not become a victim of someone elses decision. Just as the tingling hit your chest you relaxed. The ever constant pain of your loss ebbed away, as if it was being chased by him.

Once reaching your chest there seemed to be one quick flicker of light. Your entire body shuddered, trembled with the same odd feeling. And then it stopped. Every trace of magic dispersed and he suddenly lurched forward. Eagerly passing through the barrier as if remaining on the other sode was the worst fate imaginable.

You squeeked as he was suddenly upon you. Falling forward jn his eagerness, landing over you. Yet his reflexes kicked in and a huge hand captured the back of your head. He grunted heavily as his knuckles took the weight of your fall. But quickly bit off the pained grunt and hummed down at you seductively. Eyes taking in your wide eyes, red cheeks and full lips parted in shock as you yelped. An adorable high pitch sound that he had no doubt he could draw from you again. Next time it would be breathy and sweeter. A cry of unexpected passion as he claimed you. He was sure of it.

"So cute~ i could just eat you up" he mused with a smirk. Enjoying the way your cheeks glowed. He was sure you were a fair maiden. Untouched. He could not wait to sink his fangs into you. Nip and kiss his way across your supple flesh, tainting and awakening you all at once. Before gifting you what you craved, letting you take hold of him and create a new life.

He almost felt sorry for his new naive female. He would grow to love you, of that he was most certain. But he was under no false pretenses. For the moment you were both each others means to an end.

You will use him for pups,family and security. Even use him for your own passive revenge on those who wronged you by proving them to be the fools they are, making them regret casting you aside when you could bare more then one pup.

But he was useing you. Not only to escape his prison, but also to sire a new generation of perfected wolves. His hope was that his pups would gain notoriety and draw others to them. To become the male to have sired a renownd pack alphas. That his lineage will rule over these inferior wolves. Ultimatly proving that devious bitch goddess she was wrong to forsake him. That he can and will create something better, something lasting. His children will be the fiercest of all and will rule the entire race he helped create. He had a millenia of meddling to catch up on.

And he also wanted to prove that he could love another? He wants to show the gods that he can be worthy. That he would be a perfect mate! He wanted to show luna what she had missed out on. He hated thinking that luna belived he was pining for her. He was not. He despised her. Any affection he had left for her had died when she threatened to harm their unborn.

"Eat me?! But you... you promised? Please dont hurt me" you cried panicked once more. And tried to shuffle from beneath him in fright. He chuckled blinking slowly, before scratchingmyour scalp gently with the hand that cradled your crown. You relaxed slightly into the gentle touch, unable to deny the pleasurable feeling on your head being for lack ofa better word petted.

"Hush morsel. I would not devour you in a beastly sense of blood and sacrifice. I have bonded you already. My magic has krept inside of you, has seeped into your very being and tied us together." He purred out in delight, eyes flashing their godly orange before dimming to the blue you were comingnto love already. At the mention of magic you shivered, you could still feel it. Working its way deep into your very being, soaking you through with a delirious sense of want and need.

He hummed at you raising a perfect brow as you shuddered once more laying in the cool wwater did nothing to help you as your heat began to drift into your blood once more. He smirked as he caught the scent of a needy omega again. The flames of desire were quickly igniting as his spell reawakend you.

"Though i may feast on you when the mood strikes, i will never harm such a delicate mate. You are to be treasured, you are my light. My freedom and my future" he teased pressing forward ghosting your mouth with his, sinful lips kissin your as he spoke the heated words. You whined up at him pressing your thighs together as the liquid fire in your veins pooled in your loins. This was different to before, your desire was incomprehensible. Though it may have been dampened because of mikhail's swift refusal.

"Shh shh your fine, omega. Your perfectly safe with me. My sweet ripe little pup~ i have you. Its dofferent isnt it?" He breathed out senseig you slight panic. Many omega's were frigtened on their first true experience of heat. It was unpleasant to be tormented with such frenzied arousal you could bearly speak.

Your eyes watered and your hands gripped him tight, tiny fingers clutching mercilessly at his robes. You were confused and frightened.

"Oh i know child, its difficult hm? This is what your supposed to feel, this is a true mating bond my sweet;fuck you are soo sweet! Like honeyed ambrosia!" He grunted out through clenched teeth as the scent of his new found mate washed over him. He couldnt wait to defile you. He shifted holding himself over you before dragging you to him.

You could do little more then moan as he finally kissed you, his lips pressed hard against yours teasing your own. You somehow found a rhythm and fell into a delicious needy kiss. He licked and nipped along your bottom lip. He pulled the swelling flesh into his mouth, biting lightly before suckling at it like a pup on a breast. You panted mewling following his mouth trying to entice him to deepenthe kiss once more, al, the while arching your hips in uncontrollable movements. Your center seeking him out.

He shifted once more, rewarding your attempts with a single thick thigh. You moaned into his mouth as you found the hard muscle and began grinding onto it, whining and moaning for him aloud with little care. Your insides tensed, your walls pulsing with a need unlike any other youd felt. This was what mating really was? The undeniable hunger for your mate. Your body willingly tearing itself apart just so he would fulfill your needs. You quivered as you began to saturate your leggings.

Your hips jolted against him as he tensed his leg, and you sped up, rocking back and forth tending to your own need. Stoking your own fire useing him like a tool, as if his only purpose for being was to satisfy your own pleasure.

He grunted when you arched higher, brushing against his own need and released your mouth with a wet pop grinning down at you.

"I am your servant, your gaurdian. You shall never know pain again. Never endure torment, or need to worry or fear anything." He spoke with clarity, pledging himself to you in a flurry of sweet words. But the sentimentality was muted as he made sure to start tugging on the leggings you wore, his fingers finding the thick elastic quickly before curling them inside and peeling them off of you. You yelled in need before wriggleing your hips trying to help him rid you of them.

He chuckled dipping down once more at your insistence, you hands tugging on him trying to bring him closer. He locked lips again, this time pundering your mouth drinking in the cries and whimpers as you spiralled into a dazed heat, craving nothing but him.

You grunted at him as he pulled his thigh free from your own and quickly pulled your leggings to your knees.and in a swift movement you were rolled over below him.

You dropped your chest low, hissing as the position submerged your breast into the cool stream but quickly found a love for the temperature. Your body was boiling, your pussy wept a molten heat of longing. He groaned loud into the glen, the trees trembled at the beastly primal sound. You moaned as his hands captured your hips and urged you to rock back towards him.

"I am your protector and your might. If you give the word I will prowl this land and bring your enimies to a brutal bloody end." He spoke in a strained voice. His hot hands storking over your lower back, down your ass and squeezed. It had been a long time since a female presented for him, he'd not rush ahead befpre commiting the sight to memory. And you were a cute little thing.

"And me? What am i?" You breathed out desperately trying to press against him, searching for him. Willing him to finally take you and claim you for himself.

"You my dear? You are about to become and impossibility. An exception to every constraint placed upon your kind. You my little love are about to birth an entirely new era." His words were overshadowed by the howl like cry you belowed as he impaled you. He coildnt help smirk victoriously as your body wrapped aroundnhim so tightly. Your insides squeezing him with no complaints.

You moaned into the open air as his cock pressed jnto you. The thick rod prying you open, pressing you to your limits as he invaded you. It was a sweet pajn, the stretch and light burn form him making you feel cold. You grunted when he pressed further, you could almost imagine him protuding in your stomach. The thought made you wail louder tensing around him as if fighting for room in you own body.no. not yours, it was his now.

He grunted holding still as your heat suckled on him, pulling him urging him deeper. Fuck yes. He growled as you squirmed, turning to look back at him and tried rockingmon your knees. No. You were uis, and youd take what he gave.

He moved, slowly at first hands on your hips tugging you back to wards him, meeting the light tilts of his hips. You cried rung out around you. The mewling sobs of pained pleasure echoing around the glen as he toyed with you. He couldnt help it, he wanted to tease his new mate. But you were driving him mad.

You moaned as the male mounting you began to fuck you, the arching hips became harde and harder as he worked himself inside of you. Each thrust forceing the breath from you. And then like something inside of og him snapped he grasped your wasit tightly, fingers threatening to bruise as he jerked your body faster, harder and deeper.

Each pull made you more desperate, you needed him, needed something more! The trembling in your legs seemed to spread further. Crawling across your spine and tummy leaving tinggling in its wake. You couldnt describe it, the sensation of being one with your intended. It was all encompassesing and muted. Like you were trapped inside a bubble of unyeilding lust and heat.

He growled, curseing out loud fucking you in harsheder strokes. His thighs slping yours in scalding stinging swats, only adding to your heady ecstasy. And then he stopped, p,undging himself as far as he could. You yelped eyes wideneing as you felt something else. A foreign feeling, a swelling. But not y9ur own?

A stinging pain tugged at you unlike anything youd felt before. You cried out in fear turning to him, but a hand caught your hair, tilting your head back. You made to ask what was going on but could only let out silent scream when you felt teeth imbed into your neck. Fangs shooting down locking themselves into your flesh.

The pain coupled with the seering heat in your hea made you tense, your body twisting tightly befor relaxing in a mind numbing pleasure. You trembled and quivered finding your end cumming in one frighteningly powerful wave leaving blackspkts in your vision.

You whined almost collapsing below him, completely spent. But our mate was quick to capture you, one thick arm crossing your abdomen supporting your weight, whislt holding you still as he rooted himself deep inside of you. His cock pulsing, tickling your insides with his seed as he came inside of you.

You moaned when his jaw pulled free of your neck as he felt you coming down from your high. With a gentle kiss he parted from your bitten flesh.

"Shh shh thats me, my knot. We are one. I will release you soon my love" he panted trying to sooth you as you cried out and tugged, trying to pull yourself from him. Your mate sighed, It was always painfull the first time, omega needed to learn to appreciate the knot. For now you would weep as the sensation of being knotted, the burn was a knife edge of pleasure and pain, for the moment youd only focus on the latter.

You whined arching forward again trying to escape the pain, ignoring the warmth of his seed coating your insides with a hope of taking root. But not even the promise of pups could ease the full painfull feeling. He hushed you, pressing his hands into your back warming them, rubbing circles and long lengths up and down your tight muscles easing them. Encouraging you to relax for him.

"Together we will gift this world our pups. Pups that will grow into feirce rulers, and they will bring about a new dawn to this dismal supernatural world. Your species will not be mocked. They will be feared" he spoke, trying to draw your mind away from the present uncomfortable sensation of your first knot. It worked somewhat, he felt your excit en and hope spark through the bond. His heart leapt in his chest, it has been to long since he had shared this kind of bond. The way he felt you, the way your emotions pulled at him as you unknowingly broadcast them like a beacon for him. He closed his eyes swearing a silent oath to keep this bond, this union sacred and safe.

"We will be feared" he ended, the tone dark and foreboding as he finished his silent promise out loud. You'llbe feared, loved and cherished. Your pups will be worshipped . Your bloodline revered.

"So... whats your name?" You pondered flushing as you realised youd given youraelf to the dark sire without even knowing his true name. It was... demeaning in a way? You felt embarrassed, ashamed almost that you even had to ask in this postion.

"You know i have never given it much thought. I do not really have one, only titles. The dark sire, the shroud, hound of hell, hell beast, deciver;"

"Thats... actually really sad everyone should have an actual name" you interrupted him as his tone began to grow more acidic. It would seem even he held offence to the mamy blighted names he had been gifted over the millenia. You also felt sorry for him, you couldnt imagine never having something so important. A name was? Personal, it was identity being. It was acceptance and civil. To not have one was, it was unthinkable.

"Augustus? I was named Augustus a few hundred years ago" he spoke again quietly, his voice a purring hum. Thoughtful and deep, he sounded lost, adrift somewhere in his own mind. You faltered. Oh. Augustus? Like the boy from Charlie and the chocolate factory? The fat one who couldnt swim. You were pulled from your thoughts by a deep laugh from behinde.

"You are not fond of it? Me neither of course you can always help me find a new one. I am but a humble servant for my rescuer" he cooed, leaning down once more to nuzzle your neck unable to resist. You preened at the attention.

"How about August? Just shorten it? Its fancy but not old we dont want people to know who you really are... right?"you offered weakly, trying to avoid the old aristocratic name that made you cringe.

"August. I like it. And you are?" You felt a wave of relief flush through you. Thank the gods! But then paused your name? Oh! He doesnt know either... oops?

"Willow. My name is willow" his face lit up as he tested your name, letting it roll off the tongue in a languid purr.

"Willow. My perfect mate has such a unique name, it really does suit you my love." He added gently before taking your legs into his hands slowy and lowered you to the ground following your movements as not to tug on your joining. You hissed but managed to remain still for him only releasing a huge breath when the larger then life male smothered your back. Warming you instantly with his own body heat.

"Well willow, you should try and rest for. While, the next few days are going to be very busy" he uttered coaxing you to relax further, his kingstache tickled your neck and shoulder as his lips fou d your skin again gently littering it with kisses and gentl licks. Everything about he did was to keep you calm, docile and relaxed around him. Praying each and every moment that natrue would take its course and youd be pupped by the time you were released from beneath him.

#henry cavill #cavillry #oh for fic sake fics #august walker smut #august walker #august walker x reader #august walker x you #werewofe au #abo #werewolf!august

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Lark Liveblogs Literature Part ???: All For The Game Series - Nora Sakavic

I'm doing something a little bit different with this one! In the business of full disclosure, I read TFC (and about a chapter of TRK) in April this year, decided "I can't mcfucking do this" and then gave up. And then didn't stop thinking about Neil Josten for the next eight months and now we're BACK. So, instead of properly 'liveblogging,' unlike most first-reads I do, I'm actually annotating this one because it's too good to NOT.

That means I have a customized (so totally legal mhm) word doc, highlight/unline privileges, and audacity.

Here's what I knew before I read back in April (stolen from my beta version of this post);

Andrew Minyard: Gay(?), funniest bitch alive if Tumblr brackets are to be trusted. Murderer? Has Boyfriend???

Sports. Maybe. Yes? sports.

Drugs are involved. Somehow.

Now, here's where I am going in now;

Ranking the Foxes goes; Neil, Aaron, Dan, Kevin, Andrew, Renee, Matt, Nicky

I have no idea how exy works, I do don't plan on figuring it out.

Do not remember if I read TRK but what I remember happening is far too much to be just the 230 page doc that is TFC so I MUST HAVE right?

Do know his real name's Nathaniel because I did read that scene reveal and get JUMPSCARED by my brother's name.

How this is going to work is that I'm going to put in my annotations for each chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

"You can't be serious." "Very serious, and very out of time,"

"were a team of talented rejects and junkies because Wymack only recruited athletes from broken homes...nice in theory, but it meant his players were fractured isolationists who couldn't get along long enough to get through a game."

"God damn it, Minyard. This is why we can't have nice things."[1] "Oh, Coach," someone said over Neil's head. "If he was nice, he wouldn't be any use to us, would he?" "He's no use to us if you break him." "You'd rather I let him go? Put a band-aid on him and he'll be good as new."[2]

[1] This is why we can’t have nice things, darling. Because you break them. I have to take them away

[2] Andrew I’ll kiss you

"blond and five feet even"[1]

blond? wrong. five foot even? correct.

"They were champions, and Neil was a jumble of lies and dead-ends."[1]

[1] Neil your self-loathing is showing

"It's not a good idea." "Your opinion has been duly noted and dismissed,"

"It was proof he existed, same as this game they both played. Kevin was proof Neil was real."

"It's about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you." Neil had heard Wymack referred to as an idealistic idiot by more than one person, but it was hard to listen to him and not believe that he was sincere

"It sounded like a dream; it tasted like damnation"

notes:

nothing much to say on chapter one--- it's a standard introductory chapter to a contemporary(ish) novel.

Wymack sets up the series' key theme with his line, "It's about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you."

Kevin's demeanor in this chapter is very similar to the Kevin we see up until Raven's come into play--- He's very good at acting very standoffish and tough.

The shift in Kevin when Riko comes into play was actually so dramatic I didn't recognize him here, I was afeared

some of the quotes I've added here are obviously because I thought they were funny exchanges--- others are me English Majoring(tm), and others are just me marking plot, characterization, facts, etc.

admittedly what i've put here is about half of what is actually highlighted/underlined in my doc.

I want to study the dynamic between Neil & Wymack under a microscpe

#all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #lark says #lark liveblogs #neil josten #kevin day #andrew minyard #coach wymack

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Latest news from the Asterbrain Pattern-Recognizer: How a butt joke led to a religious analysis of the whole TRON 1982 cast.

So, today, for… strange and mysterious Aster-specific reasons… I was looking for a character who could be written as Catholic.

And because Tron is always on my brain, I went straight for those characters.

Now, though I was technically raised Roman Catholic, my own family's faith and customs were pretty secular, and I certainly never developed any notion that I could know other Catholics on sight.

And, while TRON leans heavily into religious themes from the Program viewpoint, the Users don't say or do much that would indicate their own religion. All I can think of, offhand, is a few references to Christmas-- so brief and vague that they might not even be enough to imply anyone being Christian.

So, we might just have to go by character names... and the associations that an audience familiar with stereotypes and archetypes would have with them.

Alan Bradley: Both given name and surname seem to be British in origin; could be coded as Anglican or Methodist or some other form of Protestant, but in the absence of other clues I don't think viewers would give much thought to his religion or his ethnic background. He's basically designed to look like 1980's American audiences' idea of the most normal, standard everyday guy.

Lora Baines: Probably also of British origin, though that spelling of the first name is uncommon. Like Alan, there might be some vague assumption of Protestantism, but not a whole lot of thought given to it.

Walter Gibbs: Last name, again, seems to come from England, and the actor's accent sounds to me like maybe it's attempting to be British… but that might just be how older Hollywood actors had been trained to talk, back then. I hear similar voices in old movies a LOT. Again I'm not sure audiences would immediately think anything about his religion (although his line about programs and their "spirits" ties very closely into the… animism of the whole digital-world side of things).

(Wow, so far lots of names from England, and lots of reinforcement of the idea that those names are so default as to go unnoticed. Probably says something about society, and/or about me and my viewpoint on it. ...Moving on.)

Ed Dillinger: that surname seems to have originated separately in both Germany and England; going by his accent it's clearly England, so audiences would probably guess Anglican. (If they thought anything about that name at all beyond the 1930's gangster connotation.)

Roy Kleinberg: very unambiguously Jewish name, thank you Legacy and The Next Day! (as of 1982 we only knew him as Popcorn Coworker, which could have been anything, since there is, to my knowledge, no religion with dietary restrictions against popcorn.)

Kevin Flynn: ...okay! this is the most Irish name I have seen in a long time! We may have our Catholic-coded character, folks. (Although he might be primarily "luck of the Irish" coded, LOL.)

(they found him under the rainbow, like a leprechaun on his pot of gold)

And, completing this analysis, I've found that it felt much more worthwhile than the joke I had in mind when I started.

Truly, the journey outweighs the destination here.

Yes, my idea did require a Catholic and someone else unfamiliar with Catholicism-- the joke itself remaining agnostic on which of them, exactly, was being made fun of.

But it was such a silly, throwaway joke that could have been a two-line shitpost, and certainly did not NEED to be about Tron characters.

My mind, though, will go off on whatever tangents it wishes.

....the butt joke, in case you wanted it:

"So, you Catholics only listen to the Pope when he is… talking out of his ass?" "His seat, man. Cathedra means seat."

#tron #tronblr #tron 1982 #kevin flynn #headcanons #humor

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Rewatching Kino's Journey and I'm like Kino is so non-binary coded. But then episode 4 comes around and it's such major honest to god non-binary coding, I'm not even sure if it's unintentional anymore. So here's my little essay about it, ig.

Fair warning for potential spoilers under the cut! Before reading, I highly suggest watching this anime (it's really good) or just the episode in question. You don't really need any context for this, other than the basic premise of the show: Kino travels with a sentient motorcycle called Hermes. As for where to watch it, I always watch on aniwave.to. Again, this is episode 4, so go watch it!!

Since this is about the non-binary coding, I'm gonna keep the summaries short and to the point. The backstory starts with Kino saying she doesn't remember her past name anymore, but expresses the only thing she remembers about it being the bullying. This moment in itself doesn't have an obvious meaning, it is purely symbolic. The episode starts with her in a field of the flowers she was named after, long after she forgot her name; she is there later as a child, starting a new life with a new name; and it ends with her as an adult, which is the moment that leads to the scene in the beginning, nicely looping back in this circle-like narrative. This has more to do with the general ideas of freedom that the show has, rather than specifically to the topic of this essay. I just thought it was interesting how it explicitly shown that she did not like her birth name.

To avoid confusion from this point on, I'm going to refer to Kino the main character as "this girl". This is because she meets a traveler named Kino. The two spend a lot of time together, and the girl explains to the traveler the tradition of this country. This is that when children turn 12, they get an operation to "become an adult". Children are free to do whatever they like, while adults must work and nothing else, and, since this is such a big burden, they get an operation to always be happy despite it.

The girl asks if Kino has a job, and Kino says that traveling is his job. The girl then asks, "Do you hate your job?" and Kino says "No, I like it." and the girl says "Then it's not a job."

Kino realizes this is kind of fucked up and is visibly conflicted on whether he should leave the place as is, or help this girl he's made friends with somehow. He talks to this girl about the tradition, and this exchange happens:

In a world with such a clear distinction between a child and adult, it is unthinkable to the girl that someone could just be neither. This man is grown up, but he does what he likes. And he doesn't even have an answer for "what" he is. He's just "a man named Kino, that's all. And I'm on a journey."

"Doing what you like to do?" The girl asks.

"That's right, I like traveling." Kino says.

He asks the girl what she likes to do. She says she loves singing! He suggests she then should become a singer. She says she can't, because she has to grow up and take over her family's business. But it's fine, because it's about to be her operation and day and she "will be happy, even if she has to work at the inn".

The next day, the girl is conflicted. She asks her parents if it is necessary to have the operation. "Is there no other way that I can become an adult by just being myself?" Her parents are terrified and very mad at her, and the whole street gathers up to tell her off, calling her a "failure", "defective", "a waste of a girl", which are also common attitudes towards queer people in our world. They realize it was the traveler that planted the ideas in her head. The traveler agrees that each country has its own customs, and the people allow him to leave peacefully... Except the girl will be killed, for "defying her elders". Her father charges at her with a knife, but Kino shields her and dies. at this point, Hermes, the motorcycle, starts speaking to her.

This exhange continues the theme of "the secret third thing" and the freedom of choice outside of defined norms. Within the norms, it becomes clear in this scene that you either become "an adult" or you die; but, just like the traveler Kino was "a secret third thing", the girl can also run away and continue being herself. That is the third choice she gets here. And she takes it.

She rides away, Hermes giving her instructions on how to ride properly, she breaks the country gates and escapes to the grand outside. She stops and falls over on a field of flowers, the ones she was named after. She looks back and whispers "Kino..." but Hermes assumes it was her introducing herself to him. Surprised he referes to her as Kino, she throws away the last part of her past she had on her and accepts her new name.

Now that we're done with the summary, let's dissect this.

First off, Kino in her childhood looks very feminine. She has long hair, wears a pink dress and a pink headband with a cute bow. And, s we know her from the future, she looks very androgynous, her hair is short, her voice is much lower, she wears masculine clothing and an oversized coat that she got from the traveler.

She changes her looks, she changes her name, from one that she did not like to one that reflected her better, which is something that many trans and non-binary people go through. Here, I want to mention that even the traveler she met also looks sort of androgynous, which is also coding in itself, imo.

In the country where she used to live, there were two ways to live: being a child and being an adult. One did not have any sort of choice in the matter, it was decided for you. This is, of course, similar to the way that we get assigned a gender at birth and are expected to pefectly perform that gender, with no option to switch or be something else.

But young Kino meets a person who defies everything she believed in her life. He's free to go and do whatever he likes, he doesn't fit in the binary of this country, and he grew up free to be himself. This is wild to Kino at first, but she keeps thinking about it and realizing she does want to keep doing things she likes. She doesn't want to get brainwashed into doing things she hates with an unchanging smile on her face. She wants to be herself, to be free. She doesn't get that choice, of course, not while she's still in the country. She admits that becoming an adult like them would be as bad as dying; because she would lose all her personality and individuality. That's when Hermes opens her eyes to this: she DOES have a choice. Actually, this is her only chance to take it. She runs away, and she's finally free, and she throws away her past and continues life under a new name.

Even if all this is unintentional, this episode's themes still speak to the ideas and beliefs of trans and non-binary people. It is an episode about freedom of choice, freedom to be yourself despite what your culture may impose on you. This is an episode about leaving your past behind for a better future. So, in a way, this episode IS about being non-binary.

Thank you for reading!! I hope there aren't any major mistakes in here. If there are, please let me know so I can fix it (kindly, please). Like, obviously I said words like "feminine/masculine/androgynous" which are labels which don't always fit everything they get assigned to. I hope that it's clear that I used them intentionally for the purposes of getting a point across. Hope you enjoyed, and I've convinced you to watch (or rewatch) this awesome anime!! Bye-bye ^_^

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