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𝐬𝐤𝐳 & 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞

pairing: skz members (ot8) x fem!reader (afab)

genre: idol!skz. scenario. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. kinda fluffy. slightly funny. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very suggestive/explicit sexual scenes. smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 5.4k

summary: in which you wear lingerie around skz.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe out there, guys!). possessiveness from some of the members. pet names (both sweet and hot ones). dirty talk. lingerie kink. dom (hard and soft)/sub undertones. spanking. slight dacryphilia kink. corruption kink. making out. humiliation. degradation. strength kink. manhandling. praise kink. nipple/breast play. overstimulation. exhibitionism. sub-space. oral sex (f receiving). fingering (f receiving). hair pulling. scratching.

a/n: yayyy these are the first skz scenarios i've ever written... they could be really good or very shitty, so lmk what you guys think!! lingerie is a real big kink for me haha, so i hope i did all 8 of the boys justice with these scenarios. 😈 also, YES- my skz bias is ot8, so i tried my absolute hardest to write the same amount for each one of the boys... enjoy! 🥵

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 chan

You knew that it had been an extremely long week for Chan. What with all of the promotions that the boys were doing, and him always being holed up in the studio with every free second he had in the day.

All of this cumulated to the two of you rarely having seen each other within the past few weeks.

You'd just pass each other in the kitchen on your separate ways to work in the early morning - long before the sun had risen high in the sky - and quickly peck each other on the lips.

But, you wanted to change things. It had been far too long since the last time the two of you fucked. And you wanted to change that. Hence, why you had decided to buy the cute, dainty black set of lingerie at the department store when you had been shopping that past weekend.

The piece wasn't too frilly and suited your style perfectly while also adhering to your boyfriend's favourite colour- which was always pitch black.

The set slipped onto your frame easily, and in no time at all, you had positioned yourself atop the living room couch, completely bare save for the thin pieces of black fabric covering your most-sensitive parts.

With a glance at the nearby kitchen clock, you read that it was nearing midnight.

He'd be coming home any minute now- your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the electronic keypad beeping just outside your shared apartment's front door.

Your boyfriend crossed the threshold of the apartment silently, head down as he typed away furiously at something on his phone. Probably song lyrics that had graced his mind as he was making his trek home.

Staying quiet and ever still, you watched in anticipation, heart leaping into your throat as he slipped his shoes off and threw his backpack down on the nearby kitchen counter.

And that's when his head turned upwards and his gaze immediately slid to your form. His eyes locked onto your black-lace-clad skin, pupils darkening instantly.

"Welcome home, baby..." You began, voice coming out soft and meek.

In an instant, he was upon you, a wide, sardonic kind of smirk spreading across his lips. "And what do we have here, hmm?" He asked, hands splaying across your knees and pulling your legs apart so that he could nestle between you on the couch.

A nervous, high-pitched giggle escaped out of you at the lust that danced in his eyes just then. "Oh, you know... just a little surprise I thought you'd enjoy."

His hands stopped their hike up your legs at your words, as he rose a dark eyebrow your way. "Surprise? And what have a done to earn such a thing, baby girl?" He leaned into you, pressing a heated kiss against your forehead.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, as his mouth traveled down until your lips collided in a passionate kiss. "You've just been working so damn hard these past few weeks. Thought you deserved something special." You smiled up at him when the two of you pulled apart. "D-Do you like it?"

"Like it?" Chan scoffed, nails digging into the flesh of your warm, uncovered hips. "Baby girl- I'm doing everything in my power to resist the urge to not rip this off of you right this instant and fuck you."

You stared at him with big eyes, the hot arousal pooling in the depths of your centre. "Please- Chan-" And you didn't need to say anything else at that moment. Your desperation for him was apparent just by the way your hands clutched onto his dark hair, the way your cheeks heated with a flush.

And he felt the same way, as his mouth slowly pulled away from yours, beginning to press slow, open-mouthed kisses against your chin, before moving down the column of your neck.

Yes, the black lingerie was a hell of a good idea.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 lee know

"You know why you're getting punished, kitten?" Minho ground out, just as he landed another cruel blow to your sore asscheek.

You all but whimpered into the pillow that your face was stuffed against. It was fucking humiliating - the tears that spilled down your cheeks, unbidden, the pants that fled from your lips, and especially- the liquid arousal that seeped out of you, wetting your legs in agonizing rivulets.

But your boyfriend wasn't one to give up easily. No, he loved the chase. He craved the fight. Especially the one you'd put up every time he edged you so close to the edge - make you feel so loved yet so alone at the same time.

He could be a cruel tease at times, and when that side came out of it, your body took the worst of the temperament change. All red and sore and raw the day after, from his crazed passions for you and you alone.

But, at that moment, it had been a grave mistake, not to answer him.

All at once, you felt his nimble fingers wind into your locks, yanking on your hair until your scalp burned in fiery protest. He was pulling your head back and away from the downy pillow. "What was that? Couldn't hear you... speak up for me, kitten." He said in a growl, slapping your skin for what felt like the hundredth time the night.

"I-I wore the lingerie without your permission." You whined in a desperate kind of tone. Your eyes were squeezed shut, holding back the cries that threatened to spill from your lips at the rough feeling of the calluses on his palms hitting your exposed flesh. Again, and again, and again.

"And why'd you do that, when you know the rules?"

"J-Just wanted to try it on... for fun!" You said, a strangled moan flooding out from deep inside of you at the feeling of his warm hand rubbing at your abused asscheeks.

One moment he was tender and caring, and the next, he was ruthless. It gave you total and complete whiplash - but in the best of ways.

"Hmm... and do you think a greedy slut like you deserves my cock?" He mused. But you knew he wasn't asking the question and expecting a response. Not a truthful one, anyway. It was clear from his voice, which was dripping with darkness and lust.

"N-No!" You lied. Because you did want it. You wanted it so bad. You had been wanting it since that morning- when you had discovered the red set of lingerie that you had seemingly forgotten about, buried deep inside your closet.

In a desperate moment, you pulled it out and tried it on, snapping a picture of you in the ensemble and sending it to your boyfriend Minho.

But that had been a terrible lapse of your judgment - sending the alluring photo, as it had only made him angry... to see what he couldn't have at that moment - since his day was jam-packed with schedules.

"Good kitten," he began, ripping you out of the blissful daze that you had fallen into from the slight reprieve he had gifted you by not spanking your ass, as his hand suddenly landed another cruel blow to your red cheeks.

You withered under his touch, reacting just the way he liked - moaning just the way he liked, shivering in both pain and delight, just the way he liked.

"Now, you're gonna count for me until you cum just by my slaps alone. You got that, kitten?"

You swallowed down a wail at his command. Because fuck, you didn't know how you were going to survive the night. You never should've sent that picture in the first place.

Nevertheless, your lips were moving and forming the words before you even understood what you were saying. "Y-Yes, sir."

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 changbin

Your boyfriend Changbin all but turned into a muscly, red tomato whenever you wore lingerie around him. It was a common occurrence for you, to dress up for him and parade around the house until he couldn't take it anymore, finally giving into his urges and taking you wherever you were currently standing.

On this occasion, the two of you had been chilling at home on your shared day off.

At least, you had been chilling.

In your favourite dark-blue lingerie set.

While Changbin, on the other hand, had been a bumbling, tripping fool, practically following you around like a little lap dog everywhere you went.

You were wearing the set because 1.) it made you feel sexy and confident, and 2.) you fucking loved the way it made your boyfriend go crazy.

It was rare that you got a rise out of him when it came to the bedroom, so it felt good that your lingerie pieces were the sole thing that did it in for him. It was like his kryptonite. You liked feeling the little power that you held over him, even if it was just for a few hours.

The two of you were busy cooking lunch when the final straw broke the proverbial camel's back.

It started with you innocently bending down and into the fridge to retrieve a few eggs for the cookies that you were trying to make. And maybe you stuck your ass out a little more than what was called for. And maybe you arched your back just a tiny bit. But it was all in good fun, right?

Wrong.

"Fuck!" Your boyfriend suddenly yelled, his raised voice echoing across your apartment. Then, you heard something hard - like a knife - hit the cutting board that was positioned atop the kitchen counter nearby.

Confused as to what the big commotion was, you grabbed the eggs from their carton and shut the fridge door. "Changbin babe, what-" You began, but didn't even have time to finish your sentence, as your boyfriend rounded the corner of the kitchen.

In a single breath, he was upon you. Thick, muscular shoulders heaving up and down with his labored breathing. Jaw clenched tight. The heated anguish ran clear through his brown eyes.

"You know what the fuck is wrong, sweetheart," he pointed an accusatory finger at you, eyes raking down your scantily clad form. "All of this? Really?" He was glaring at you then, but it wasn't threatening in the least bit.

Instead, it just pushed you closer to the edge.

Heightened the arousal that had already been steadily pooling between your legs throughout the day - as you felt your boyfriend's focus linger on you one too many times.

"I don't know what you could possibly mean..." Your voice trailed off, as you chose to play dumb from it all. Leaning your hips against the kitchen counter at your back, you looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to put that innocent pout on your face that always drove him up the fucking walls. "I thought you liked this piece on me."

He said nothing more after that, instead choosing to express himself by smashing his lips against yours in a fervent kiss. It was so desperate that teeth clashed against teeth. And before you knew it, his thick hands were wrapping around your bare waist, hoisting you up onto the kitchen countertop, arms flexing from the weight of you.

"Yeah, I love it so much," he deadpanned when the two of you pulled apart to catch your breaths. His fingers were already tracing up your inner thighs, nearing your dripping core. "And now I'm gonna fuck you in it, too. To show you how much I fucking adore it- and you." He grunted, tilting back into you and capturing your mouth up into another desirous kiss.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 hyunjin

Originally, your boyfriend Hyunjin had made out the idea to be pretty straightforward.

He had proposed a painting session with you on one of the nights that he was free from his work duties, where he'd use your body as his model. The inspiration for him to do so had struck him earlier that week after he had watched a romantic movie and wanted to re-create one of the scenes that he loved so much.

However, he failed to mention the attire that he wanted you to wear.

Which was a light green lingerie set. The panties were so small, they didn't even cover one-third of your ass.

But, regardless, you had wanted to make him happy. Hyunjin had been gushing about the 'session' since he first thought up the idea, and you were never one to stand in the middle of him and his craft.

So you played it cool - real cool - and strutted into your shared apartment's spare bedroom - which he used as his art studio - on the night that the two of you had planned for. The lights inside were dimmed, with the tiny, twinkling faerie ones hung up and around the scene that your boyfriend had set out for the occasion; it was all light green and pink tulle, soft yellow roses, and pale purple throw pillows.

Hyunjin pulled his focus away from the easel that he was setting up at the sound of your presence.

And you watched, biting down hard on your lip, at the shiver that ran through his entire body upon the sight of you.

"I-I'm ready..." You said in a gentle voice, fingers clutching onto the hem of the thin fabric at your waist, trying to yank it down and cover yourself as best as you could.

"Yeah- okay, uhm, just sit over there." He pointed to the center of the room, right where the pillows and white fuzzy blankets were. You nodded at him, offering a tiny smile. And the way he couldn't drag his eyes away from your form did not go unnoticed by you.

Things went rather smoothly after that, as Hyunjin directed your movements, the silence lapsing between the two of you once more. Soft jazz music played in the background, and your gaze was locked on your boyfriend, as he concentrated on getting your pose down on his canvas.

He always looked so fucking hot when he was incredibly focused like that - whether it be from learning a new choreo or jotting down notes for a painting he was creating.

Either way, the sight of his furrowed brows, slightly pursed lips, and flexing jaw stirred something deep and swarthy inside of you.

"Can you like, not do that, darling?"

His question pulled you out of your daze of relaxation, as you frowned in confusion. You started to move, lifting your chin away from where it had been easily resting in your palm. "What- am I not sitting the right-"

He groaned then, running a frantic hand through his long pink locks, "No, I mean- look at me like that."

That left you even more uncertain. "I don't understand-"

"I'm already fucking having a hard time with all of this," his hand pulled away from his hair, motioning towards your general direction. "It's just- fuck-"

Immediately, the puzzle pieces locked together in your mind.

All of this.

Meaning, your sexy attire.

Ever so slowly, you sat up from your laying position. With your spine pressed firmly against the wall behind you, cushioned by a few pillows. Silently, your fingers clutched onto either side of your knees, opening up your legs to him in a hushed offering.

His gaze locked onto you then - pupils dilating at the sight of your barely-covered cunt. Just waiting and pulsing for him alone.

"Fuck it- we'll finish this later." That was the last thing he said before he threw his paintbrush down onto the stand that was just beside his easel, diving headfirst toward you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 jisung

"Don't wear the panties!" You heard your boyfriend Jisung yell from just outside the bathroom door.

Rolling your eyes at his antics, you fit the bra piece onto your form. The two of you had just come back from a busy day of shopping out on the town. And for a 'special gift,' Jisung had decided to buy you a cute, dark-purple lingerie set.

You hadn't purchased new lingerie in a while, so it was exciting for the both of you to get home later that day so that you could play around with it.

As soon as you walked through your apartment door, Jisung dragged you to the bedroom to have you try it on.

'Just for fun,' he had said.

Yeah, right.

You both knew where trying it on would lead...

It would most-likely end up with you sprawled out across the bed, legs being pried open by your boyfriend as his tongue absolutely ravaged you. As he kept his head buried between your shaking legs for hours at a time, tongue drawing lazy patterns against your dripping cunt.

You in lingerie brought out a different side of Jisung, one that resulted in long nights and arduous amounts of oral.

And neither of you were complaining about it.

You pushed the bathroom door open, leaning against its frame, a tiny smirk stretching the corners of your mouth. "And why do I have to forgo the panties?" You asked, laughing at the way your boyfriend's mouth all but hung open at the sight of you. You were completely nude, save for the tiny purple fabric that stretched tightly around your chest.

Immediately, he was standing up from his perch on the edge of the bed, shucking off his black sweatpants in one practiced move. "Because- princess, it's easier that way."

"And what, pray tell, are you doing, mister?" You gave him a knowing look as he continued to strip himself down until he was only in his boxers.

"Progressing things, that's what." He threw you a wink before he was nearing you like a ghost in the night. Fingers already reaching out to try and brush over your breasts, which were barely covered from the flimsy fabric of the corset-like top.

"Ah- not so fast..." You said, shaking your head at his antics. He really was like a rabid dog in heat when it came to you. Your fingers traced the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging it down his legs. "An eye for an eye- a pantie for a pantie, right?"

Upon reveal of his cock, you noticed how it was already swelled and curling up towards his stomach, the head a lush crimson and pearling with pre-cum.

Once the boxers were completely off of him, Jisung made haste of wrapping both arms around your waist, raising you up and off of the ground, and walking over to the bed where he all but threw you atop the mattress.

You squealed in delight at the sudden movement, marveling at the way his time in the gym had paid off - by the way that he was able to carry you around so effortlessly.

You pushed yourself up the bed until your head was resting comfortably against a soft pillow. Jisung stared down at you, the fire brightening in his eyes at the sight of you - all splayed out for him and waiting with gooseflesh and pink-tinged cheeks.

"And now, lemme get a good look at this pretty pussy of yours..." He mused, voice registering low inside of his chest.

Your heart fluttered at the way his hands pried your legs open, at the way his eyes glazed over upon seeing your glistening core.

"Fuck- you gonna be good for me, princess? Gonna let me fuck you nice and long?"

He was already swiping a few fingers across your moistened cunt, pulling a breathless moan from deep inside of you.

"Y-Yes, always..." You mewled, squirming underneath him as one of his practiced digits slid into you.

"Good girl." He whispered, just as his thumb pressed down hard against your clit, forcing a shiver to race up the length of your spine. It was definitely going to be a long night.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 felix

Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out of it.

You just lay there, completely silent - yet wanting to say something, do something. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, your limbs soft as jelly, your core engorged and aching with so much want.

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your fucking chest, the breath constricting inside your throat painfully.

Your boyfriend Felix was all but a grunting mess on top of you, rigid cock thrusting up into you so well that you kept seeing stars every time he hit that gooey spot deep within you.

"L-Lix," You finally managed to cry out, nails raking down his sweat-slick back as he set a furious pace, ramming against your walls in just the right way. Just how you liked it.

"What is it, angel?" He asked, voice low as death and gravelly from arousal. One of his hands clutched at your bare hip, while the other rested against your breath, fingers playing with one of your erect nipples... twisting, massaging, pulling, before doing everything all over again. "Cat got your tongue?"

The dim mirth was laden in his tone because he knew you like the back of his hand- knew how it was always so hard for you to articulate any kind of sentence, voice any kind of words, whenever you were so fucked out like this. Whenever his hands and tongue and cock had brought you over the edge, again and again, you lost count of your orgasms.

Cracking your eyes open, your focus landed on the lingerie set that was laying just off to the side, still on the bed. The one that he had carefully taken off of you earlier, after he had teased you endlessly while it was still on - fingers dancing over your hardened nipples, dipping into the front of the panties, before coming out and licking his fingers clean of you.

The set was baby pink and made of thin lace and satin.

Felix always loved dressing you up - loved seeing you in light colors, with all the frills and ruffles imaginable.

He said it made it all the more sweeter, when he buried himself balls-deep inside of you, fucking you senseless. When he made you scream his name so much, your tone growing so loud and scratchy, that you completely lost your voice the next day.

The corruption kink was real with this one.

"F-Feels so good," you said in a high-pitched whine, as his fingers pinched down on your stiffened bud just as he slotted himself into you, reaching that blissful spot once more.

You didn't know what orgasm you were on at that point, but all you knew was that it felt amazing.

The sex was always mind-blowing whenever you'd dress up for him; was always long, passionate, and yet rough, all at the same time.

What could you say... seeing you in light, innocent lingerie always made your boyfriend super fucking horny.

"Yeah?" He mused, nails digging into the flesh at your side, surely leaving marks for the next day. He bent down into you, lips attaching to your chest and sucking harshly on your exposed nipple. All the while, he continued to slam into you, the thrusts turning sloppy from the slick of your heat. "Like when I stretch you out so good- so well?"

You nodded your head frantically, hands moving up to clutch at his blonde roots as one of his hands moved your legs so that he was hitting a new spot inside of you. It all felt so fucking good and casted galaxy after galaxy across your vision. "Mhm- love your cock!" You suddenly wailed out, yanking at his locks as the tip of him hit into you so hard, you swore you broke underneath him. Just by his touch alone.

"Holy shit- you're so fucking tight," He groaned, and just with the tonal shift in him, you could tell that he was nearing his release. Finally, after he had held it back so many times just that night alone. "So damn perfect, angel... and all mine."

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 seungmin

"Why the fuck are you wearing that out?" Your boyfriend Seungmin asked, voice gravely low in your ear. He was leaning into you, warm breath fanning against your cheek and sending a harsh shiver to shoot down your spine.

For the award show that night, you had decided to wear a satiny, bright yellow, flowered A-line sundress. It stood out from the crowd, as the rest of the women attending the show were dressed in full-length ballgowns. But you wanted to be different. Seungmin had coordinated with your outfit by wearing a yellow bowtie, but that's as far as his stylists would allow him to go. He was already pushing the boundaries by bringing you to one of the year's biggest award shows.

He had wanted to prove to everyone that he could do it - that he could make it work.

And apparently, the point had gotten across.

Since already, the two of you and the rest of the boys had celebrities come out of the woodwork to applaud Seungmin's blatant show of a romantic relationship.

But, besides the sundress, you had also decided to wear a cute lingerie set underneath. It was hot pink and yellow and matched your outward look perfectly.

However, during the long night, your dress had ridden up while you sat there at Stray Kid's designated table for hours at a time. And Seungmin had caught on to the garb that you had hidden just underneath the thin fabric of your dress.

Perhaps you had worn it to get a rise out of him- since you knew how much he hated others seeing you in sexy attire... even if it was just a slightly-revealing top.

Or, perhaps you had worn it to feel confident when stepping into a world that was unknown to you.

Either way, the dim look that Seungmin leveled your way just then, as you sat beside him at the table, forced an erratic throb to shoot through your heart.

"I don't know... I thought it was pretty." You said in a quiet voice, eyes trailing down to your lap, where your fingers played with the hem of your dress. It had ridden up so much that a side of the panties was peaking out beneath the yellow fabric of your dress. It wasn't noticeable to anyone else, save for the man sitting beside you.

"Oh, I'll show you pretty, love," He grumbled in that silken voice that he only used around you - typically when you guys were alone, in your apartment, and he was bending you over any nearby surface to have his way with you.

A zap of energy ran through your veins then, and you watched in bated silence as Seungmin leaned over to Chan to whisper something in his ear. The leader nodded once, before giving you a soft look. Then, your boyfriend was standing up. In no time at all, he had his fingers clasped around one of your wrists, yanking you out of your chair and leading your stumbling form behind him as he strutted out of the award show's main atrium.

Then, all at once, he was nearing one of the single-stalled bathrooms that were interspersed throughout the venue.

Eyes widening, you tried to pull your wrist out of his tight, vice-like grip. "Seung- I-" You already knew what would happen next, the mix of anticipation and arousal swirling in the pit of your stomach from just thinking about it.

Your boyfriend's eyes flashed with swarthy annoyance, "In." Is all he said, practically pushing you into the tight bathroom. Your legs wobbled, turning to jelly right then and there. Seungmin shut and locked the door behind him. "Now, bend over the counter so that I can asses what you've done."

And you knew there was no arguing with him when he was like this. Seungmin's jealousy could easily go unchecked when the two of you were out with the others - but especially if he felt like you had disrespected him in some way.

For him, you parading around one of the biggest award shows in the country scantily clad in lingerie was probably one of the most disrespectful things you could ever do to him.

So, biting down hard on your bottom lip, you heeded his command. Leaning your elbows against the cold granite of the bathroom skin's countertop, you held your breath as you waited for his next move.

Ever so slowly, like the touch of a phantom, you felt your boyfriend's fingers dance up your sides, lifting the fabric of your sundress. He stopped when your backside was exposed, tsking darkly at the way most of your ass was bared for all to see. "Such a naughty little thing... need to be taught a lesson, hmm?"

You screwed your eyes shut then, the moans already clawing at the edge of your throat when you distinctly felt his nimble fingers playing with the strap of your panties.

Hopefully, he'd have enough mercy to stop, before he completely ruined you and ultimately forced you to go back out there to the award show - waddling like a pathetic and helpless bitch because your boyfriend had been a little too ruthless with the fucking in the bathroom.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌾 jeongin

"Baby..." You wailed in exasperation, pulling at your boyfriend's arm. You had been trying to get his attention all night. But of course, he was too busy with his friends and his stupid game to pay you any mind.

"Hmm- just one second, pretty... I gotta clear this level and then-" Jeongin began, but you were already sighing in frustration before he could finish his words.

You sat down on the spacious couch, watching - and thinking - as he furiously smashed away at his keyboard, hunched over the desk that was positioned in your apartment's living room, his completely focused on the bright screen in front of him.

If he wasn't going to pay any attention to you, then fine. You'd have your fun without him.

A genius idea dawned across the forefront of your mind just then, and you hurriedly made your way into your closet to retrieve your secret weapon. You had used it before - but only a couple of times, to keep the appeal alive.

After shimmying your way into the snow-white, satin lingerie set, you flitted into the bathroom, carefully brushing out your hair and adding a soft pink lipstick to level up the look.

You padded out to Jeongin once more in silence, not saying a word as you propped yourself against his desk. His eyes were still locked on the computer screen in front of him, so you began to draw lazy circles in the grain of the wood at your side.

"What do you want for dinner?" You asked, because although he was wearing his headset - which was how he could communicate with his friends while playing - you knew that he could still hear you.

For a brief second, he pulled his gaze away from his game to look at you. And immediately, he froze in his chair, spine stiffening, shoulders shaking just a tiny bit in reaction to your new... garment.

His lips parted somewhat, a tinge of red dusting across the tops of his ears that were exposed against his messy black hair. "You." He breathed out, eyes dancing with a myriad of feelings all at once, but mostly, wild desire.

You laughed at that. "What?" You asked, slightly confused.

Then, he was moving again, pressing a button on his headset and speaking into it, "Sorry boys, boyfriend duties call. I'll catch up later, yeah?" He didn't even wait for a reply, as he shut off the game entirely. He swiveled his chair around so that he was facing you completely. "I fucking want you for dinner."

Now you were the one with red ears. "B-But, you've been ignoring me all night... like, you don't want me."

Jeongin groaned, running a frantic hand through his long locks. "Damn it-" He cursed under his breath, scrubbing at his face with a few long fingers. "I'm sorry, pretty, I got too carried away with the game. And no, you're wrong- I do want you. So bad. All of the time."

He found your eyes after that, and your gazes locked, a spark of lighting igniting between the two of you at the way your breath unexpectedly became labored under his gaze. His eyes always did that to you - made you go crazy, when he'd look at you with such intensity, it felt like he was fucking undressing you with just his stare alone.

You felt yourself heating up at the way he studied you, at the way his blown-out pupils traced down the length of you, taking in every inch of your exposed skin and the beautiful white lingerie set.

"So c'mere and lemme get a taste of you, pretty.” You couldn't even hide the satisfied smile that spread across your lips at his words.

Jeongin was reaching out to you, hands supple and earnest, as he carefully guided you onto his lap. You fit on top of him perfectly, like the two of you were meant to always be close - in the most intimate of ways.

Fin.

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House MD fans: You wake up in the PPTH ER in summer 2004. What you doing?

Scenario parameters:

All your memories of the show and the past 20 years are intact.

You are stuck there/then and cannot return to our universe/year.

You have nothing but the hospital gown on your back.

Questions:

So, what do you do?

How much would you tell House?

How would you get him to believe you?

Who else would you tell?

How much would you tell them?

Inspiration:

The author self-insert isekai fanfic "Intervention" by VivatRex (aka @acrownforaking). They've been writing it for the past 11+ years and are still updating. It's already nearly 300k words long despite only being up to the events of S02E15. I AM IN AWE.

I haven't been able to stop thinking about this scenario ever since I read that fanfic a month ago. I'd love to discuss it with other House MD fans and hear what you would do.

(Apologies to the mutuals for the abrupt blog topic change. A new brainrot has taken hold.)

My short answer:

My long answers are below the cut.

So, what do you do?

My primary objective would be to enlist House in averting the pandemic.

My reasoning: If anyone can nip it in the bud before it gets out of Wuhan, I figure that a world-renowned genius doctor who is an infectious diseases specialist, speaks Mandarin, and now has a 15-year head start would have the best chance.

Difficulty level: Babysitting a narcissistic manchild with the self-preservation instincts of a toddler until the year 2020 so that he makes it there then alive, out of prison, and with his sanity, medical license, and professional reputation intact. To quote Quantum Leap, "Ohhhhhh boooooooy."

Strategy: I'm in the "I could fix him, but whatever's wrong with him is way funnier" camp, so I wouldn't try to change him (that always backfires anyway). Instead, I'd try to change his circumstances:

A stable romantic relationship would help, so I'd seduce him if I can (I'm not his type but a gal's gotta shoot her shot), try to get him together with Dominika earlier if I can't, and tell him how horribly his relationship with Cuddy ended so he knows better than to even start it.

Avert the shooting. Moriaty was a patient so his info is in the PPTH files. I AM THE ONE WHO KNOCKS. Or for a less murdery approach, try to get him arrested in April 2006 for violating New Jersey's strict gun laws.

Warn House about Tritter so he can switch patients with another clinic doctor.

Warn House to never get on a bus with Amber.

Tell Kutner I'm from the future and he's the only one who can prevent something horrible from happening (he's a Trekkie so he'll want to believe), then unfurl my big timeline poster and point at the "Kutner suicide early 2009" stickynote and ask him "so what's up with that, dude?"

Tell Wilson everything I can remember about his cancer -- he's an oncologist and thus can work backwards from there to figure out when to start checking for it so he can cut the tumor out while it's still just a tiny baby.

I would take a harm reduction approach to House's drug use, e.g., suggest that he try microdosing psilocybin and extend his liver's lifespan by substituting cannabis for some of his Vicodin and alcohol consumption.

Methods: Even though he doesn't have one for most of the show, House mentions a few times that he's entitled to hire an assistant, and I happen to be excellent at administrative work.

I think he'd be willing to hire me because working as his executive assistant / department secretary would position me to recognize patients as they come in so that I can discreetly pass along anything I remember, e.g., the kindergarten teacher has pork worms in her brain, ask the scientist in Antarctica to show you her feet, etc.

Meanwhile, I could lurk around the hospital preventing miscellaneous shit, e.g., get the gift shop volunteer from S01E04 to go home sick, ensure that the gunman from S05E09 is promptly admitted, diagnosed, and treated before he snaps and takes hostages, etc.

Possible sidequests:

Use my foreknowlege to get rich by milking online poker bonuses until the passage of the UIGEA in 2006, use my poker money to start flipping houses until 2007, get in on the "Big Short" in 2008, and set a Google Alert for "Bitcoin" so I can start mining/buying it from day one. Unfortunately, I haven't paid enough attention to individual stocks to play the market other than knowing that Amazon would be a good long-term buy & hold.

Use my riches to change the outcome of the 2016 election and try to steer the development of the internet and society in general in a slightly less stupid direction.

Send Pete Carroll a letter postdated just before the 2013 Superbowl telling him the outcome, then suggest for the final play of the 2014 Superbowl that the Seahawks try handing the ball off to Marshawn Lynch instead of throwing it because that throw will be intercepted. PRIORITIES.

How much would you tell House? How would you get him to believe you?

Your story about being from the future of an alternate universe in which House and everyone he knows are characters on a fictional TV show is already too batshit crazy to believe even without his kneejerk "everybody lies" skepticism. How would you differentiate yourself from all the patients who pull crazy stunts to try to get him to take their case?

My answer: For the "from the future" part, I'm hoping there's some sort of test that House could run to confirm that I was indeed vaccinated with a mRNA vaccine against the COVID-19/SARS-COV-2 virus. Given that neither of those things existed in 2004, that would be physical evidence that I'm not from around here now.

If producing physical evidence isn't possible, then I know that Vegetative State Guy from S03E15 is already a patient at PPTH because he'd been there for 10 years, so I'd find him and tell House about his son. I could also tell House enough about the cases from the first few episodes that I'm pretty sure he'd believe me by Christmas. I want in on Chinese food with Wilson.

I would wait until House accepted the "from the future" part before broaching the "fictional TV show" issue. Until then, "I watched a TV show about your life and cases" is a 100% true statement and it's not my fault if he assumes that show was a documentary. :)

Once he believed me, I'd tell him everything.

Who else would you tell? How much would you tell them?

There are people out there who would literally kill for your knowledge of the future, so going public or being too open about it seems highly risky.

My answer: I'd tell House, Wilson, and Chase right away. Kutner but not before Jan 2009. Maybe eventually Cuddy and the rest of the Diagnostics team if keeping my foreknowledge of the future from them proves too difficult.

House is the only one who gets to know everything. Everyone else is on a "need to know" basis.

I might also bring Bill Arnello (the brother/lawyer of the mob informant in S01E15 "Mob Rules") into the circle of trust because he could be a very useful resource for some of my sidequests, e.g., changing the outcome of the 2016 election far far far in advance and in the most direct way possible. (Hi, Secret Service! This is a purely hypothetical discussion about time travel and not at all indicative of any real criminal intent, pls do not pay me a visit, kthxbai.)

I think the only people I would tell the "fictional TV show" part to would be House, Wilson, and Chase, because there are things I need to warn them about that definitely wouldn't have been in a documentary. Like Chase needs to know that killing Diballa is 100% the right thing to do but he seriously needs to work on his OpSec. Everyone else gets the implied documentary lie of omission.

If I get caught knowing too much by random patients, I'll just claim to be psychic. Way more people believe in that than would believe in time travel.

What would you do?

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jackietorrance · 1 year

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Smart Girl

During your childhood to adolescence, you spent hours and hours studying, whether it was school content, or content for some competitions you participated in. While your friends were enjoying your summer vacation doing what, you had your face stuck in some book about algebra or physics.

Your "pastime" was not something you did for the sake of obligation or pressure, or because you could not socialize with people, your passion for this type of entertainment arose from the freedom you had to express yourself. That was the first thing you found comfort.

And well... the second thing happened a few years ahead.

During your time at university, you met Jenna, a girl who sat with you in a class that you two coincidentally shared. Your first conversation began with a complaint coming from Jenna, talking about the absurd amount of duties that the mentors went through, you responded with a simple laugh and a comparison of the amount of your classes with those of Jenna, which were visibly superior, and then you mentioned a scene from some classic movie that Jenna quickly asked if you really liked that genre of movie.

It was this moment that began her approach with Jenna, exchange of phone numbers, an invitation for you two go to the movies, and after a few weeks, she served as a glove on you and you as a ring on her.

During any frustration you were there for each other, whether some mental conflict that was going through, Jenna would think of you to comfort her, whether you had won first place in some competition, the first person you would rush to hug and thank would be Jenna, during any moment of joy you and Jenna would be openly willing to share with each other. Until then, she had already been the best point of comfort and affection you could receive.

But that could get better. Of course you had.

Over time, Jenna began to feel a greater need to be close to you, to touch her, a despair for your presence, how restless she was when you praised her, again and again, oh girl, you really managed to mess with her.

With you it was not so different, you didn't know when you started to have feelings for her, in the end you were very busy trying to find a way to talk to Jenna about it, but when you saw her again, these thoughts disappeared, in an almost imperceptible way, the feeling that you could make your friend feel uncomfortable was one of your great fears. In your relationship with her, Jenna was always the one who spoke the most, you didn't mind letting her stay with you while studying, you understood Jenna's voice as a melody that would be of great company for your cold afternoon.

In a moment, you kept the books at a table, and Jenna stayed in your bed talking about something you couldn't understand the subject, you were very busy distracting yourself from your studies to watching her attentively, every detail of your face, part by part. This was the first time you wouldn't commit a murder If someone interrupted your studies

The big leap of her relationship came from Jenna, who at first seemed a little insecure, but when you held her hand and caressed her palm, she managed to calm down, your warmth being shared to her, how "the ancient peoples felt protected in the Paleolithic" you would say, and so she managed to open up, tell you how much she loved you, How much she wanted her words and humor to be the only kind of fun for her, how much she wanted you to be part of her life, each day closer. “And who knew that two people as different as us would be able to fit into the most perfect form of love?”

Now you were at home living in a very frequent scenario since years ago, you sitting in an armchair with Jenna resting on your lap, a caressing session you would say.

“Uh Jen-“ you were studying a short time ago, but let's say Jenna's arrival changed the plans a little. At this moment your girlfriend was kissing your neck. Not that you weren't liking it, but you knew where it was going to go.

You pulled Jenna's chin and left a calm kiss on her lips, "Sweet, I need to finish this essay today".

Jenna rolled her eyes, if they could they would go inside her head., “Ugh, right. Call me when you're done." Jenna said pensive, she got up and walked slowly to the door.

In your defense, you couldn't feel free with Jenna angry, and in the end you didn't mind receiving some sermons from your superior later.

“15 minutes to be able to make you kneel for me." You got up and looked seriously at Jenna, a presumptuous smile covered her face, and Jenna knew she had with her what she craved so much

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Hey, in this story the reader's genre is not so explicit, so you can read it like a gn! Reader.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x gn!reader #jenna ortega x male reader

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On the topic of EarthSpark factions, let’s also consider the Autobots.

Hasbro, understandably, wants to mostly use characters who sell so Optimus, Arcee, Bumblebee & Grimlock tend to be the Autobots primarily used the most in things. Lately Wheeljack and Elita-1 have become more common fixtures, and while it’s preferable to have Elita get a chance in the spotlight again over the somewhat forced Windblade and Pyra Magna back in the IDW days, it’s still a big symptom of modern storytelling. The insistence to use the same five or so Autobots over and over again is proving to be stale. It wasn’t THAT long ago we had a more varied cast but there’s only so much you can do with the same five guys and gals over and over again without completely rewriting them (Arcee being a particular stand out due to Prime and IDW).

Like the Decepticons, it feels like the Autobot cast in EarthSpark is miscast.

For instance, if GHOST is meant to be part of human relations anyway, shouldn’t some of the Autobots be public service vehicles? This show is Rescue Bots for Teens, own up to it, man!

Like where’s Inferno & Red Alert?

While never really depicted as a gay couple before, if you want an organic relationship, these two are it. It wouldn’t take much to pivot these two into being husbands. Plus, Red Alert’s paranoia could easily (and rightfully in some cases) played off against Megatron and other GHOST aligned Decepticons.

Human/TF romance is also something that could be played up with Powerglide and Sea Spray.

Powerglide for the aerial recon and support (it’s not like they do anything with Wheeljack’s drones in show anyway) with Astoria being his semi eccentric co-pilot and one of the rich sponsors that helps fund GHOST.

Alanna and Sea Spray I had it were part of GHOST, who research aquatic areas of interest related to the Decepticons.

Tow-Line! A personal fav of the RiD01 Autobots. Still following his No Parking! mantra, he’s mostly comic relief towing away Decepticons, Terrans and fellow GHOST operatives who park irregularly.

Quickshadow! Pretty much a straight transplant of her Rescue Bots self, and the straight woman to a lot of the antics of the Terrans and her teammates. Notably she’s the only Rescue Bots Autobot to make the leap to the big kids table in this scenario.

Smokescreen! I see him as a hybrid of his Prime and G1 self. Young and impulsive, but having a bit of a smoking problem which is useful for confusing Decepticons. Hes largely kept in check by Quickshadow and his human partner Jack Darby.

Strongarm! Transplant of her RiD15 self, slightly less rigid but no less by the books. She’s in on the Terrans, and drops by the Maltos to teach them what she knows of what it means to be an upstanding Robot in Disguise. The bit with her and the Terrans is a toned down version of IDW Tailgate being taught by the fastidious IDW Ultra Magnus about the Autobot code.

(Frankly I’m terrified Prowl’s upcoming role as of typing will make him an ACAB type due to IDW and current events, so Strongarm is my choice of having a competent cop that’s doing what’s she’s supposed to be doing.)

And to round us out: Grapple. The artsy fartsy type of the GHOST Autobots who leads reconstruction efforts with a squad of other construction themed Transformers like Bulkhead, Quickmix & the Constructicons. Very detail oriented and a perfectionist, buildings MUST be up to his standards to the letter. Grapple, Jawbreaker & Thrash tend to be played off in work/play scenarios where they learn from each other.

I do understand that the Terrans are meant o be the standouts and the Decepticons, due to favoritism, are getting the oddballs, but it bothers me that the GHOST aligned Autobots especially feels like an afterthought (because in a fashion they kinda were…).

#blueike productions #maccadam #transformers #blueike #autobots #transformers earthspark

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 23 hours

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Hi! If it's okay to request? nanbaka x reader

Reader as a sister of the Sugoroku brothers, Hajime and Hitoshi

Reader's a younger twin of Hajime Sugoroku, known for 'looks can kill but actually a cinnamon' type.

Reader's almost identical to Her twin, Hajime, (including baldness, if its okay to add this) but minus the scars, they always get confused by others, because they can't tell because of their appearance (the baldness) except Hitoshi and Hajime

Reader's personality is similar to Hitoshi, but has a healing/motherly vibes and more mellow, somewhat oblivious, can get overwhelmed or bashful when it comes to romance-related or being asked if she's single (which she is, yet replied something like this, 'I don't know about single but I'm always with my brothers' or any alike)

Hajime and Hitoshi are very protective of Reader (especially some guys decide to do a prank and/or reject Reader, for having unusual traits for a normal girl )

Can we have a scenario of, Reader as a sister of the Sugoroku brothers, you can change the scenes if you want

When After the Building 13's inmates (Rock, Uno, Nico, & Jyugo) first meet with Hitoshi

Hitoshi asked Jyugo if he can tell something to Hajime, which's Reader, his and Hajime's sister, will be working in the Nanbaka

Reader hired at the Nanbaka and she'll be new to her workplace, not as a guard, but as a staff, like a nurse, assistant, or others, as she, unknowingly, can do many talents or being well-rounded in various care work/task

With Rock, Uno, Nico, Jyugo, & Hajime, you can also add others in Building 13's. Can be Romantic and/or Platonic

-When Hitoshi first met the inmates of Cell 13, they were originally mad at Hajime, thinking he was being stingy for not telling them that he had a sister.

-They were then shocked to find out that Hitoshi was a cross dresser, but Hitoshi was the one with the information, “My big sister is starting here soon too- she’s going to be working in the clinic as a nurse!”

-Hajime’s eyelid twitched lightly, hearing this, as you hadn’t told him this! He was going to have a talk with both you and Hitoshi about keeping things from him.

-Cell 13 was excited to meet you, thinking you were going to be just as cute as Hitoshi, making fun of Hajime for looking like a gorilla, which caused him to leave lumps on all four of their heads.

-Hajime was taking Cell 13 to one of Nico’s appointments, as well as hoping you could give him something for his stomach cramps from his stress that the two of you were causing him.

-When they entered the clinic, they were quickly looking around for the new nurse as Hajime called out, “Y/N- you there?”

-A sweet voice, one that felt like a hug, called out, sounding so much like Hitoshi as you came from the back, holding a box of supplies.

-The four inmates all turned to stone, looking completely shocked, seeing that you looked exactly like Hajime, including having no hair, just with no scars and a slightly more female looking body.

-You beamed brightly at them, roses and bubbles surrounding you, “Hello there, welcome to the clinic!” it was honestly scary to see this Hajime look-alike smiling so sweetly as Hitoshi bounded over as you put the box down, leaping into your arms as you smiled, holding him close, “Hitoshi~ how’s your first day?”

-The four inmates could only look between you and Hajime, shock on their faces, seeing the big difference in personalities.

-They felt like they couldn’t be attracted to you, as you looked just like Hajime, that’s all they could see, was Hajime, but they did appreciate your gentle touch as you gave each of them a checkup, despite only Nico having an appointment, it was a nice change of pace.

-Rock couldn’t help but smirk at Hajime, “You know we might behave more if you were nicer to us like Y/N!” he was instantly whacked, holding a new lump on his head and you whacked Hajime, shocking the inmates, “Don’t hit others!”

-Instantly you were like an angel in their eyes, as you protected them from Hajime something they would use to their advantage, whining to you when Hajime was mean to them, as you would scold your older twin.

-It was during one of these visits when Uno asked you a question, honestly curious, “Hey Y/N~ may I ask~ are you single?” You were surprised by his question, cupping your cheeks, looking a bit embarrassed as you turned, looking so cute which Rock and the others all beamed at.

-You twiddled your fingers bashfully when you told them, “I haven’t had much luck with dating others. Most don’t like women who look like me, bald I mean, and I look pretty manly, so not many are interested, other than making fun of me.”

-The inmates turned to Hajime in shock, silently asking him if this was true, you were so nice! How could people be so mean to you?!

-Nico was quick to leap into your arms as Hajime told them about all your shitty exes who tried to treat you badly, who ended up getting their asses kicked, so because of it, you were pretty hesitant about dating, as you didn’t want to be bullied again.

-The others were quick to hug you as well, something Hajime yelled at them for, demanding them to let you go, as they wanted to keep you safe too- you were their safe person against Hajime, and you always treated them with kindness and respect. They wanted you to be protected and happy, so you would never leave, because if you did, Hajime would make them all feel the pain they have been cruising for, teasing him.

#nanbaka jyugo #nanbaka hajime #nanbaka nico #nanbaka uno #nanbaka rock #nanbaka hitoshi #nanbaka oc

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lordfreg · 1 year

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💙Leonardo Hamato💙

Valentine’s Day Gift to all my followers! Thank you for supporting me! (NSFW under the cut so if you’re not into that you can skip!!^^)

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“I saw this flower and thought of you…”

💙DATING HIM💙

-the talkative type, he’s slim and muscly. Insecure about how he appears so please give him words of affirmation.

-he’s kinda awkward when first into the relationship, he really doesn’t know how to act, he’d watch a lot of rom-coms to try and get an idea of what to do

-cheesy pick up lines, like more cheese than a quesadilla

-flirting is a big thing for him, it always takes a leap of faith and he basically holds his breath and chokes while trying to flirt at all ; “ar-are you a baker..? Because you have some nice buns oh god—”

-training and sparring are also a HUGE role in the relationship, he loves to fight and train so he might become absorbed in his sparring

-he can’t really take you out on “dates” because, well, he’s a giant mutant turtle. But he’ll try his best to compensate.

-he loves plants and will probably treat you like one(😭), always petting you and making sure you have enough water

-he’s a DEFINITE malewife and will try his best to take care of you; though, it can come off as overbearing because he acts more like a parent then a boyfriend

-personal grooming at self care are a big part of his life (especially after everything that’s happened to him so far) and WILL rope you into his self care habits as well ; that means meditation, training, talking about your feelings and talking about any problems that may arise.

-Cuddling. Oh. my. GOSH. Cuddling!! Please hug him, and kiss him on the forehead and rub his shell

-He likes to alway be touching you somehow; hand on waist when standing next to you, head on your shoulder when you’re relaxing, interlocking pinkies when just chilling; but he’s ALWAYS somehow touching you (sorry if you hate touch, he’ll be respectful an try not touch you but no promises!!)

-He loves to garden so you’ll probably be in the Botanical Gardens a lot; he’ll want to spend as much time with you as possible with you and he’ll probably say something cheesy like “You’re the most beautiful flower in the garden, Sunshine”

-He’ll sneak you into places you want to go. Too expensive? Don’t worry, Leo knows a back way in (he’ll also leave money if there’s an entrance fee or you guys take something)

-PET NAMES!!! He LOVES pet names; will call you anything that fits the scenario; kidnapped? Princess. In the garden? Sunshine, flower, ladybird. In a ninja suit? Masked Angle. Gaming with Mikey? Player #1. Whatever the occasion, he has a name for you.

-overall, he’s the best boyfriend that will MAKE SURE you take care of yourself and are happy.

💙NSFW💙

-he’s SUPER vanilla; he’s never even heard of a kink so don’t get your hopes up if you’re into that kind of thing

-he would be VERY flustered all of the time, he’d bury his head in your neck and moan if you’re riding him.

-he starts out as dominant, but as you will soon find, he is very much not. If you look at him the wrong way he’s melted.

-this poor man; if you’re naturally flirty, prepare yourself. he will try so hard to match your energy it’s kind of sad.

-grinding is a big thing for him; just to be able to stare into your beautiful eyes as you pleasure yourself on him makes him so, so happy.

-he’s so flustered, the first time. he’s scared he’s too big, and then you reassure him that’s he’s fine. he’ll be so hesitant to touch you at all, this boy cannot handle even a thigh touch. like, once you get him hard, he won’t know what to do with himself.

-if you so much as make A, ONE, flirty comment, remark or gesture, he’ll go up in flames and think about only that for the rest of the day.

-he’ll try his best to pleasure you; even if that means kinks. he’ll be whatever you desire at the moment, he’ll do it. he’s mostly in it just to be with you, but if you want to pleasure him as well, just kiss him on the forehead and tell him he’s the most handsome boy in the world.

-now; we should probably actually talk about him. he’s pretty big, being the most human-sized one. he’s absolutely perfect, not too long, not too big; but amazing for a fucking. but he won’t call it that, he’ll call it “making love”. he want to love you fully and with every inch of himself.

-aftercare is a big thing for him; feeding you, watering you, making sure you feel loved and safe. even if it’s just vanilla, he’ll still tell you over and over again that he loves you.

-he’s more of a moaner then a grunt or churr-er. he’ll try to keep everything in, but this experience is just too pleasurable!!

-he’ll want to make it as enjoyable as he can, for both of you<333

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💛Notes💛

Yeah, sorry it was short, i’m going to be posting and writing the rest throughout the rest of February 🪄👍 (I am very tired)

#tagging all my followers #happy valentine's day #tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt b&b #fregart

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dandydemidoesfandoms · 1 year

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Between Us Pontification - Episode 10

Ok, ya girl has had a little bit of time to sleep and rewatch Episode 10.

(Am I still miffed, yes. To the ends of the earth.) And here are my thoughts...there are a lot.

However, I think it's important (and other tumblrs have likened to this already) to keep in mind that our beautiful idiots, so full of love that they throw at others, leaving nothing for themselves, do not know how to ask for what they need; What they want and also believe that they deserve it.

Team is dealing with basically a decade of untreated survival guilt and in some ways is afraid that his love for Win is a projection simply because Win is good to him and makes him feel wanted, precious, and loved. Especially when his Aunt still grieves (and also needs some damn therapy) and probably has made way too many comments about what could have been her son's life. Team is living for two people, not even content to do it, but as a kind of forced repentance for something we all know is not his fault. And his self-loathing is manifesting as insecurity, low esteem when it comes to worth, and pushing Win away to stop himself from loving any harder, deeper, or truly in fear of loss and disappointment. But with Win, he needs certainty, clearest of day level clarity of how their relationship is defined.

And then there is Win. Sweet little competent middle child king. As someone who is also the 2nd sibling, I am painfully aware of how much pressure, expectations, and loneliness is wrapped up in it. How the only way to remain sane is to be useful and self-sufficient. Wiew is baby but a fiercely loyal one (as he should be, I love that precious nugget), and Waan is crumbling under the suffocating role he is being forced to play by his crappy workaholic father who has lost the plot in more ways than one. He needs to give that man a raise and a 3-week long vacation (with Tul there to just smile at him and play video games) and stop yelling so damn much. These three need a hug, a nap, and a break. But I digress.

Back to Win, he is a giver. Hyperindividualism manifested as the kind mediator, the soft but strong protector. He sends out all the love he never gets to keep for himself and doesn't expect anyone to stick around. He has crafted this self-fulfilling prophecy and doesn't hold tightly to anyone. Waan has even mentioned to him that his kindness could turn into something that hurts him and the ones we love, which is what we end up seeing in Episode 10. Because with Win, what he needs is someone who looks at him and tells him that he is loved not for what he provides but for just being him. Someone who wants to refill the empty cup he has been pouring from.

This is a story about reciprocation and fear of abandonment. A song of isolation and anxiety.

The confession scene for many of us was not what we wanted because we have the sweetness in UWMA that we know is on the horizon. Death by a thousand cuts, is what we are getting. But the point of Between Us is to show the complete road of how our boys with horny hearts of gold go from being in two very different types of emotional exile to a supportive and loving relationship. And I would be remiss if I didn't remind myself and others that this is their FIRST serious relationship. These boys have little to no previous experience with big feelings and taking that leap and hoping the one they love is jumping with them and simultaneously catching them at the same time.

Its a terrifying and heartwrenching saga to go through in the best of scenarios and there is so much hurt, unsureness, and need to be wrapped up and it can be scary if you are waiting for the other shoe to drop while, in tandem, praying for it not to. And in a way, both Win and Team need this kind of tension and to be forced to make solid steps forward.

Unfortunately, Win must have a moment of fear, of being confronted by the consequences of the cavalier nature he has curated. His coolness, the aloof cat-like humility that makes him so darn unattainable. He has to be vulnerable instead of hesitating and testing the waters again. He must cannonball into the depth. And Team, in direct parallel and in some ways opposition, must learn to accept that he is loved and is worthy of love. To not be afraid of being too much, of burdening someone he finds important with his affection, of handing over his feelings and feeling the reciprocation. He must trust that someone swimming with him isn't going to end in pain and loss again.

And that brings us to the emotional rollercoaster at the end of Episode 10. This is called the Black Moment or the Defining Moment when we look literarily at this story arc. Internal conflict must be confronted and we all must accept that we are gonna get a whole lot of big feelings in the last two episodes.

Have faith, intrepid travelers, and keep your arms and feet inside the vehicle at all times.

#between us #between us ep10 #between us spoilers #win x team #dandy demi rambles #what i do with my degree in creative writing and philosophy

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TIMING: Before ‘Nothing to Say’ LOCATION: Leviathan’s house, World’s End Isle PARTIES: Levi (@faustianbroker) & Zane (@rn-zane) SUMMARY: A demon and a vampire make a deal to handle a nosy local slayer. CONTENT WARNINGS: none.

Going to World’s End Isle for the second time since moving here somehow managed to feel even more nerve wracking than the first time. The houses were still just as intimidating, the nicely kept gardens almost mocking in a way and as with the first time, Zane was going there to meet someone who seemed to possess the confidence of a hundred normal people. Meeting Iyla had in a way been somewhat less stressful as she had simply needed some company and the night had turned out surprisingly fun, bar the incident with the woman his “date” had brought to tears and blood. This time was different and Zane should have been more worried about this supposed deal he was here to check out rather than how intimidating this Chuck probably was in person, but he wasn’t.

The suggestion to meet at this man’s house, of all places, was mildly terrifying but definitely private. Learning from recent experiences, the thought that Chuck might be a vampire hunter had definitely crossed his mind. In any other scenario, Zane would theoretically be safe, at least physically, but for the first time in his life he had left the house with a pocket knife. It would probably be useless if the need to use it arose but it was still better than nothing. Oh, how he hoped he wouldn’t have to use it.

Standing at the front door as he hesitated to knock was even more intimidating than simply passing the houses. His thoughts passed to that asshole of a slayer that had made this whole scenario feel necessary. Yeah, going to a random PI had been an idiotic thing to do but out of all the people he could have reached out to… Alma still didn’t know, and hopefully never would. If there was any way to get this Emilio guy off his back and off his clan’s trail, it had to be worth a shot. With one final pat on his back pocket to make sure the knife was definitely there, Zane steeled himself and finally knocked. A part of him praying that he’d gotten the time wrong and no one would be home, giving him a chance to put this off for just a little while longer.

–

A child-sized, rotund little demon sprang to life on the couch, tiny ears perking at the knock. It’s massive mouth broke into a wide, toothy grin, and a rolling snort preceded the joyful giggle that spilled from its maw. “Who! Who!” it barked, leaping off the couch and scampering on all fours to the tall front door, where it ran in tight circles. Leviathan chuckled at the creature as he approached the door, nudging it out of the way with his foot. “What are you, an owl? Use your words intelligently,” he scolded gently, before unlatching the deadbolt and pulling the door open.

Who he assumed had to be Zane was standing there looking a bit awkward, which wasn’t unexpected. Leviathan grinned. “Ah, welcome! Half expected you to not show.” The little beast shoved itself between his legs, sniffing the air with its vampire-bat nose for a few seconds before giving an approving nod. “Good, good, good,” it said before twisting its big head to back out of the space between Levi’s legs, running deeper into the house to wait impatiently for their guest to enter.

Leviathan gave a shrug, like seeing a furry little demonic creature was pretty commonplace for most people, and then stepped back out of the way. “Hope you found the place all right.” When the man just… stood there and didn’t come inside, as was clearly the invitation made with Levi’s body language alone, his smile turned to more of a smirk.

“Ah… you’re one of those types. Apologies. Please, come in.”

—

As expected, definitely more intimidating in person. Even with only a couple of inches separating the two of them in height, Zane felt immediately dwarfed in the overwhelming presence of that wide grin. He was fairly sure he was smiling back but honestly, it was a bit hard to feel his face at the moment so all bets were off. There was no chance to reply to Chuck’s very on the nose assumption since the appearance of… something stole the spotlight. Zane blinked at the furry little thing for a moment, hoping it would look more like a normal animal the longer he stared but all that meant was getting to see its mouth open and English words come out. Not sounds, just actual words. Where the heck was he…

It took a moment to even register that his host was moving, making small talk and gesturing for Zane to enter. Even if the appearance of the strange creature hadn’t rattled him, the vampire would have been stuck out on the porch anyway, held at bay. Shit. Hoping the panic and desperation wasn’t shining as clearly in his eyes as he guessed it was, Zane was halfway towards a fumbled excuse when that knowing smirk appeared. Oh…kay.

Already in too deep to back out now, even with the implication of being one of those types hanging over his head, Zane numbly entered the house, wondering if his own stupidity really knew no bounds. “Thank… you?” he finally spit out as the door closed behind him, eyes flitting around in search of the little creature, half expecting it to jump out and start biting at his ankles. When it didn’t, he finally risked a glance back at Chuck and attempted to clear his throat. “Ah… sorry. This is weird. I mean, I’m being weird. But also I honestly don’t know what’s happening and what that thing was and what you meant by those people.” Yes, this was clearly how you behaved when going to someone’s house for a mysterious and serious business deal.

—

The demon let out a soft laugh, motioning for Zane to follow him farther into the home. “What’s happening is that you might be able to score yourself a funky fresh little demon deal to help out with this problem you’re having… details pending, of course.” As if that wasn’t enough information to chew on, as they made their way from the foyer into the main living area, the aforementioned ‘thing’ was making circles on its favorite pillow before lifting its big head to regard Zane with a hungry look in its beady, mismatched eyes.

“And this thing is a badalisc, thankyouverymuch,” the lesser demon chirped indignantly, settling down into the pillow on the couch like it was a nest. Leviathan smiled at the creature, then gave Zane a shrug. “He’s right, anyway. Just a little harmless fella, unless you get on his bad side. Wouldn’t recommend that.” The open floor plan exposed a spacious kitchen to their left, and a tall hallway to their right that led to the master bedroom and the staircase leading upstairs. “To your third concern, well…” Levi gave Zane a once-over, lifting an eyebrow. “You’re a vampire, are you not?” Of course he was. Lingering on the front step like he had was a dead giveaway. “Mm. Thirsty? Want some blood?” Ever a generous host, Levi allowed a beat of uncertainty to pass between them for clarifying. “Not mine, of course… already collected. I don’t think you’d like the taste of mine.”

—

Demon deal. An actual, honest to god (satan?) demon deal. Zane had no idea how to even begin comprehending the fact, especially with the casualness that Chuck had thrown this out there. Vampires, werewolves, other strange creatures, sure. But demons. Did that confirm the existence of a god or angels or did the principle of where there is dark, there is light not apply here? Continuing to follow the self-proclaimed demon seemed easier than making the conscious decision to stop walking so into the open space he followed.

Once again in the span of less than three minutes, Zane found himself completely lost for words, blinking at the badalisc with wide eyes. The vampire didn’t like the way he was being stared at, neither by the offended creature nor Chuck. It seemed ridiculous to make some attempt at lying right now, pretend he was something he wasn’t when talk of demon deals lingered in the air and a strange creature was sleeping just a few feet away. “I… yeah,” Zane choked out, still standing in the middle of the living room with the same hesitation he’d had at the front door. No way was he taking a seat on the couch currently occupied by the badalisc and honestly, he still hadn’t decided whether or not he wanted to bolt.

The casual offer of blood, as if his host was wondering whether he should break out some crackers and cheese, was the breaking point. Zane laughed, the sound almost delirious and he finally took a seat in one of the armchairs, unsure he could support his weight for a second longer. “Hold on, just… gimme a second.” He heaved out a breath, face hidden in his hands as he clawed at whatever composure he possibly had remaining. Demon. Demon deal. Badalisc, whatever the heck that was. Already collected blood. With one final inhale, Zane finally straightened in the chair. “I’m good, thanks,” he finally managed, still dizzy from the overwhelming amount of information.

“So… demon. An actual demon. One of many or the demon? Also no way you actually look like that because The Bible gets a lot of shit wrong, I know but…” He trailed off, not really sure where he was going with the current train of thought but at least happy to be regaining the ability to speak.

—

Oh, how precious. Apparently this was all terribly new for Zane, which was always a delightful thing to witness. Leviathan just watched him and smiled, giving him the time he needed to work through his thoughts. It was a lot to digest, if you had no idea demons, or at least what humans called demons, really existed. The abrupt laugh was met with a soft chuckle and a shrug of broad shoulders. “If you say so,” the demon responded, moving to take a seat on the couch across from Zane.

An amused grin settled over his features, gaze dropping down to Gabagool as the ungainly creature quickly abandoned his pillow for the humanoid’s lap, sprawling across his thighs and letting out a long, content sigh. Levi’s fingers raked through the tannish fur, but his attention had returned to the vampire opposite him.

“One of many. There’s no archdemon, if you will. No… equivalent to Beelzebub. And no, you’re correct, this is not what I actually look like.”

It bared its teeth in a shark-like grin as the critter in its lap piped up without looking at their company. “If ya saw Leviathan’s real face, you’d lose your damn mind!” As if to confirm, Levi offered a gentle shrug. “It is… for your benefit that I look the way I do, yeah. And, before you ask, no, we’re nothing like what the bible says, either. Demon is just a name that was given to a species too old and too unfamiliar for humans to understand, so they created a fiction for it. As you said… a pretty incorrect fiction. We’re not fallen angels, and we’ve certainly got nothing to do with any of your human deities.” It paused, glancing up at the vaulted ceiling in thought. “I think the closest comparable word for what we are would just be alien. If that helps.”

It surely didn’t, but this was entertaining.

—

Out of all the things Zane could have predicted happening at this strange meet up, including literally getting killed, religious panic had not been one of them. It had taken years to untangle himself from the mess made in childhood, parts of it still clinging on for dear life, but the existence of some higher power had long since been completely rejected. Finally finding some freedom in the fact that there was no one watching and judging your every move for the sole purpose to decide where you would end up after the world’s untimely doom… So much of what The New Religion proposed as fact had been debunked, thanks to the wonders of the internet but those that debunked them obviously didn’t have all the information either.

It was still just as jarring seeing the strange little creature speak and Zane attempted to keep his focus on Chuck’s - Leviathan’s? - explanation. Even as his gaze kept moving back to the beady and amused eyes staring at him from the man’s lap. Silence hung heavy between them for a moment as Chuck finished speaking, his words delivered in an almost kind way that prevented Zane from having a complete meltdown. “Is there,” he started, voice croaking and he cleared his throat before the second attempt, “is there more, then? God, afterlife, hell? A… reckoning?” That final word felt jarring as he spoke it outloud, not having said it or heard it spoken for many years. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know the answers to these questions, if this demon even had them, but Zane couldn’t not ask.

—

Oh. Oh no, here it came. Religious guilt. It was a familiar song and dance, and Leviathan felt itself inwardly sigh. “Look, man, personally… I think organized religion is just a method of controlling the masses and bending them to the will of a handful of humans that declare themselves messengers of the ‘good word’, but… I don’t have a straight answer for you one way or the other.” It shrugged again, almost apologetically. “I’ve never died, so I’ve not seen it for myself. And like I said, even though the intelligent—which is a word I use loosely—species of this dimension like to call me a demon and liken me to the corrupted angels of their mythos, it doesn’t mean I actually have anything to do with it. I just liked wrecking their fleets, cutting deals and harvesting their souls, so they made me into something easier for them to understand. An agent of Satan, whoever that’s supposed to be.”

It gave Zane a few moments to absorb that at least somewhat before continuing, “And as for your reckoning… don’t much buy into that, either. Seems like most things just get turned back into space dust when they die. But, again, I’m not any more wise to the truth than any of you are. I may have been alive for… what, something like fourteen billion years? But that’s just it—I’ve been alive. No insights on the afterlife.”

—

Without realizing it, Zane was nodding along slowly, in a way happy to have this proclaimed demon shit over organized religion. It was… surprisingly comforting, hearing this man who sounded to be older than time itself, talk about the lack of meaning behind it all. If everything he was saying was true, which Zane was choosing to believe with the help of the small demon curled up with them, then demons or anyone with higher power couldn’t care less about the sins of normal people. They were just doing their own thing, much like almost anyone else on this planet. If only his parents could see him now.

“Must get a bit boring after all this time,” was all Zane thought to say when he finally pulled back from his thoughts, looking back up at the man sitting opposite him. “Sorry for, uh… I know you didn’t exactly invite me over to get quizzed on the afterlife.” Leaning back in his chair, rubbing at his face, Zane sighed. “Guess ten years away from a stupid cult isn’t even enough to keep the religious panic at bay, huh?” he attempted to joke but it sounded flat, even to his own ears.

“Anyway, speaking of the reason I’m here. Talking to an actual demon,” wow, that felt weird to say out loud. Shit, a fourteen billion year old demon named Leviathan had been flirting with him online? He was definitely going to need some time to process that later. “You said you could maybe help?”

—

Boring. Yeah, it sure fuckin’ did, which was why Leviathan inserted itself into as many other lives as it could. Be it to hurt or to help, be it safe, dangerous, or anything in between—the demon needed excitement. Needed change. If things were to stay the same for too long, it might just lose its mind.

But Zane didn’t need to know that.

“Don’t apologize. You’re hardly the first, and you definitely won’t be the last. I’m used to it.” A grin stretched over his features, now. “I’ll admit it’s always more fun when it’s an active priest, or something. Their reactions are the best.”

Focusing on the task at hand, Leviathan nodded. “Maybe being the operative word. Depends on what your situation is.” And whatever it took in exchange would have to be more…. material. Seeing as how the guy was already dead. That was fine, the demon had accepted all manner of payments in the past. Gabagool stretched in its lap, shuffling and squirming until he was laying on his back. Levi smirked and scooped the child-sized lesser demon into its arms, giving him an affectionate kiss on his little forehead. “So,” it started, scratching Gab’s belly for a moment before looking back up at Zane, “There’s someone out there who knows something about you that they shouldn’t. Let me guess—it’s a slayer, and they know you’re a vampire. Anything else?”

—

Even with his mind still reeling, Zane’s panic seemed to have reached enough of a height to simply burn itself out, leaving only behind a dull sense of not quite understanding the world. Leviathan brushing off his apology also helped, helping to keep up the appearance that he was still just sat here, having a conversation with a dashingly handsome and nervewrackingly charming man instead. The real scenario of idiot vampire sits down with demon older than time and its pet demon, to make a demon deal would probably - as the badalisc had so eloquently put it - break his brain.

Admittedly, the panic was probably nothing compared to how his parents would have dealt with this conversation, as confirmed by Chuck’s amused comment. Zane couldn’t help a wry smile of his own from appearing at the thought. Watching the creature being cuddled was wholesome in a way and the vampire decided he liked the thing much better when it was being quiet and cuddly. Leviathan made its guess at the reason for today’s meeting and Zane sighed, leaning back in the comfortable seat.

“That’s the start of it. He… knows about the entire clan. Knows whose it is, where a lot of us live, where we work because…” The hesitation was obvious, guilt settling like a rock in his stomach before he spoke the next words. “I asked him to try and find some information about the woman who turned me. I mean, I didn’t know it was the same guy when I asked him and I should have just had a conversation with Elma like a normal person but…” Zane trailed off, eyebrows knitted with worry now, hands folded in his lap. “I really think he’s going to come after all of them. Because I was a paranoid idiot.” Maybe not paranoid since there were things he clearly wasn’t privvy to but… they didn’t deserve to get sliced up by some unstable hunter. No one did.

—

Listening quietly, Leviathan’s brows rose slowly the more Zane said. “Hang on, roll that back a little. You asked a slayer to investigate your… what do you guys call it? A sire? But you didn’t know he was a slayer at the time. To you, he was someone who could get you information on another person…” No way. No fucking way it was Emilio, what were the god damned odds? Sure, this town was no Boston when it came to population, but… really?

Also, this was one hell of a way to find out that the man was a fucking hunter, of all things. The demon made a mental note to have a discussion with him about that, later.

“He was a private investigator?” A pause, then a scoff. “Was he average height, dark hair, permanent scowl, and sad little eyes?”

—

It was interesting to watch the demon think, puzzling together something unknown to Zane. Was he deciding whether or not he wanted to help? Whether he could? The worried crease between the vampire’s brows deepened in the silence, body almost starting to vibrate with the energy building up until Chuck finally spoke again. Not that his questions did much to relax Zane, quite the opposite actually, whole body tensing up.

As a nurse, he was decent at reading different expressions and sensing the unspoken but here, where demon deals and slayers were part of a conversation, Zane felt lost. Was Emilio a friend of Leviathan’s? Enemy? After a few too many seconds of drawn out silence, the answer to the question was most likely already provided. And Zane was a shit liar, anyway. “Has a limp and is hispanic,” came the reply, a confirmation that they most likely were speaking about the same man. Unless there were more PI slayers that seemed to hate life in this town.

“Don’t tell me he’s your friend or something.” Desperation was clear in his voice - as if coming to speak to a stranger about some strange deal wasn’t desperate enough in the first place. Try as he might, Zane couldn’t get his body to relax again, legs poised for sprinting out of here if need be.

—

“Friend is a strong word,” Leviathan countered, noticing the tension that had Zane coiled up like a spring ready to burst out the door. “I mean, we fucked a couple times, but that’s whatever.” Relaxing into its spot on the couch, still scratching Gaba’s belly absentmindedly, the demon fell into a brief, thoughtful silence.

“This could be an advantage, actually,” it finally said, wandering gaze landing on Zane again. “You… don’t strike me as the type of person to wish harm on someone else. Even if that someone else is threatening people you care about, or… at least feel a responsibility toward.” It didn’t care if it was right or not, it didn’t change the situation. “I might be able to convince him to leave them alone. Which would naturally take the form of another deal, so you could rest easy that if he went against it, there’d be consequences.” A beat. “Everyone wants something from me, after all.” Case in point, the vampire sitting across from it.

Leviathan smiled, now. “And how fortunate for you, this means that this deal won’t be made official until I get him to agree. So you’re off the hook for now. Do consider what you’d be willing to part with, though, to expedite the process when the time comes.”

—

The demon’s words weren’t exactly comforting but the cavalier way in which he spoke about his relation to Emilio was enough to momentarily snap Zane out of his panic. He blinked once, twice, trying not to let his vividly visual imagination take control. So far, he had only imagined the private investigator as someone who limped around, stalking people and committing the occasional murder. Casual hook ups made him sound… normal. It wasn’t too far-fetched, though. Chuck, or the human form of Leviathan to be exact, was handsome and if imagining Emilio doing something other than scowling and threatening him, Zane had to admit that the man wasn’t bad looking.

Chuck spoke up again, thankfully snapping Zane out of that train of thought and making him briefly wonder if this demon had the ability to read minds. He nodded along to the correct assumption that Zane didn’t want anyone to get hurt, even the asshole slayer, leaning forward in his seat with intrigue. Properly meeting the demon’s gaze for what felt like the first time during their meeting, he felt a daunting thrill move through his body when the other smiled. Was he really going through with this? Even though he got the feeling that Leviathan had been nothing but honest this whole time, because what would he gain by lying, Zane was filled with unease.

“What, uh…” Zane paused, at a loss for how to phrase his question. “What do people normally… part with? If we’re talking things then I don’t really own much and I’m on a nurse’s wages…” Trailing off, unsure whether or not he wanted to know the answer, especially with the smug expression that had appeared on the strange animal’s face.

—

“Could be anything, really. Oftentimes it’s their life essence, but obviously you already lack that, being… dead, and all. Sometimes it’s money, sometimes it’s treasured personal effects… but I think something that might be more your speed would be an intangible offering. A memory, maybe. A bit of knowledge? The possibilities are endless.” Gabagool gave a large yawn and stretched out his little legs before sliding off of the Leviathan’s lap like melting butter over a pancake, plopping to the floor with a twinkle in his eye.

“A secret…?” the lesser demon suggested with a snicker before scampering off into the kitchen to root around for a snack.

Leviathan chuckled, giving Zane a shrug. “Well… he’s not wrong. That’s also an option. But, as I said, you’ve got time to think it over.” Flicking its wrist to reveal the watch beneath its sleeve, the demon tsked. “Late again. Gabs, remind me to give Ichabod a thorough lashing in the morning, won’t you? You know how forgetful I am.” From the kitchen, the little creature could be heard cackling before responding with a few grunts of agreement, apparently having found a snack to enjoy. Leviathan turned its attention back to Zane, flashing another disarming grin.

“Anyhow. We’ve got dinner on the way, and if you’ve any interest in some dumplings…” It lifted a brow at him somewhat suggestively, though it could have been taken as friendliness and nothing more, by the right person, “you’re welcome to stick around a bit longer.” It figured the answer was going to be no, but it was terribly rude to not offer.

—

So people did give up their souls, or life essence as Levi referred to it, when making demon deals. Apparently the holy book had been right about some things. It was a good thing that Zane couldn’t even make that decision, that he wouldn’t have to weigh his life against those of the clan. Even though he pretty much knew what the result would have been, seeing as he had been the one to open the door for this particular asshole of a slayer. “Right,” he replied slowly once the matter of fact explanation had been provided, sliding back in his seat warily when the small, grinning creature slid onto the floor.

Nodding dumbly as he tracked the creature’s exit, Zane turned his attention back to the powerful presence grinning at him. “I’ll… do that.” Secrets, knowledge… Zane wasn’t sure he had anything of that sort, at least not to the caliber that might interest the demon. For so much of his life, the biggest secret had been the way other men made him feel but that was hardly a secret anymore. Maybe making a list once he got home and away from the distressingly charming company would help.

The second his host started hinting at this meeting being over, Zane was scrambling to his feet. “Ah… I wouldn’t want to impose.” Or stay any longer than necessary, for that matter. “Thanks, though. For… you know.” Standing hesitantly, the power dynamic still very much in Levi’s favor despite him still lounging in the chair, Zane hesitated on whether or not to offer a hand or just bolt out. “And sorry about freaking out.”

—

Rising slowly to its feet, Leviathan made the decision for Zane and outstretched a hand to shake, still grinning. “Don’t worry about it, kid. I’ve seen worse.” Far worse. The kind of worse that ended up with some poor, idiot soul trying to kill it after learning what it was. Never went how they wanted, of course.

As their hands met, Leviathan pulled the vampire a little bit closer, pressing the other to the back of his shoulder. “Oh, and… let’s just keep this between us, yes?” With that (and a quick wink as it moved back again), it released Zane’s hand and gestured toward the front door in the same moment that it started moving in that direction.

“Take care now, and I’ll work on getting that pesky little slayer off your back,” it added as Zane hurried outside again, lifting a hand in an easygoing wave. It was curious to know what the vampire would come up with as payment, and while it might not be expecting much, the introspection into other people’s lives was often the most rewarding part of dealmaking.

There was a sound from across the house—the back door unlocking as Ichabod finally arrived. Leviathan smiled. “Baby boy, dinner’s here!” the demon called to Gabagool, shutting and bolting the front door.

#. thread ;#. with ; zane rosario #. funky fresh demon deal ;

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book-of-baba-fett · 1 year

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✊ and 💌 (feel like they go together) for Rex & Talia? 🥹

Smut Emoji Prompts

Hello anon!!! Sorry this took so long to answer; but this was so fun to work with!!

✊ masturbation headcanon w/ Captain Rex and Talia Riva

lots of nsfw below the cut

let's start with our Captain

Rex isn't the kind of guy who needs to self relieve often, but when he's a bit worked up or tense he likes to get off when he has some alone time

big shower masturbation guy cause the mess is naturally cleaned up

plus, it's a good spot for him to get his head clear and focus

Rex imagines scenarios as he's jacking himself off, works particularly well if it's a memory of something.

So he thinks of Talia a l o t.

He's pretty efficient with it if it's just solo, but during sexting/phone sex/mutual masterbation he has no issue taking his time with it.

loves when Talia sends sexy pictures (which we will discuss below)

Ok so now for Talia

If Star Wars has an equivalent of AO3; Talia reads her porn.

Even before she was more sexually active, Talia learned how to take care of herself

tbh I could see her as being the type who was frustrated cause it took her awhile to find out what she likes as far as sexual pleasure but her first ever orgasm HIT her

for her masterbation is a form of self care

mostly just uses hands, but has one of those special clit sucking vibrators

totally masturbated thinking about Rex even before things started between them. She saw him in Zygerrian armor in the FLESH. She was not immune to that.

also both Rex and Talia like mutual masterbation. Not just over when sexting, in person too.

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon w/ Rex and Talia

Obviously since they spend a lot of time apart, sexting happens a good amount with them, particularly sending nudes.

We've seen some evidence of this in the fic, and Talia was the one who took the first leap in that direction. Because Rex would never have just asked. But to say he was excited when Talia first sent a sexy pic of herself was an understatement.

They are very careful for obvious reasons; if Rex saves anything it's under password protection

But Talia loves sending teasing pictures, or going all out to look good in her pics. Totally the type to retake thing 100 times before she decides on one to send. Even though she looked hot as hell in all of them.

Talia didn't have much sexual confidence, not that she really needed it much before, but when Rex is that attracted to her it makes her feel good,

Rex was more hesitant about sending pics, just because he felt awkward about it with not knowing what to do

but one time he sent a normal selfie, just working out at the gym and when he saw *how* into it Talia was; he gained some confidence and started to send more.

and he was always communicating with Talia to see what she was into, so with her encouragement he's more than happy to share some pics with her.

Was actually surprised when Talia said she was into dick pics.

#rex and talia #ia fanfic

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Pokemon Team Characterization - Jasmine

While I’m focusing on my favorites, let’s talk about the other two that currently outrank Roxanne. So at #2, it’s my Johto girl, Jasmine.

Jasmine’s base team feels...very similar to Roxanne actually. Two identical options, and Steelix. The difference is, Jasmine is Gym 6, compared to Gym 1. What’s that about? Notably, Magnemite is level 30. These can evolve. So why aren’t they Magneton?

I think the Magnemite is an example of Jasmine holding herself back. It’s not just being reserved, but a sort of active holding back and not quite pushing herself to full potential. She’s introverted to a near extreme, and notably, likes routine. The identical moveset indicates this, while Magnet Pull, preventing things from switching out, is that holding to a stasis. Jasmine doesn’t really like change. She’s comfortable with things being familiar, something we see in DPPt, where she stays at Sunyshore and enjoys it so much in part because it reminds her of the beaches of Olivine. Even when she goes abroad, her heart longs for what’s familiar.

I find Steelix fairly interesting as well, just given its moveset is...odd. Screech is breaking down defenses, Iron Tail is a big damage move that is wildly inaccurate. Her only other moves are Rock Throw, which is fairly weak, and...Sandstorm for passive damage. Starting with Screech/Iron Tail, we know that Jasmine does travel. She goes to Sinnoh, she stars in Contests of all things, she branches out. Jasmine is someone who will take risks when needed, but needs to build up the courage for it. She needs to be able to set things up, have an exact idea of what she’s going to do, and only then do we take the leap. Rock Throw as her coverage is interesting, because I think it’s that desperation. If something off-track, she’ll try to push through, but it’s less certain. She tries to pull back to something safer given the higher accuracy compared to, say, Stone Edge, but it’s comparably very weak as a result. It’s not as self-assured. Sandstorm is passive damage. She’s safe, but it’ll wear down the opponent. It’s hoping the problem will take care of itself. I think taken together, it’s how Jasmine approaches things that make her anxious. It’s a big leap of faith that she’s not certain will work out, something she’s a bit more comfortable with but may not fully solve the problem, or pull back and bunker down in hopes it resolves itself.\

Thankfully, HGSS gives us real rematches, so we have another team to examine.

The Lead (Metagross) Metagross is an interesting lead, and I think an indication of growth in a way. Bullet Punch implies a desire to just jump in and get something done. When you’re avoidance based, you either shy away from everything and hope it goes away, or you can learn to jump straight into everything so when it’s done it’s gone forever. I think Jasmine’s learned a bit of that, and her first approach now is to tear off that bandaid. Gravity implies a sort of jointly applied pressure. Some of her team, though not all, relies on low accuracy moves to take things out. This is again that sort of setting the stage, needing a plan of attack, but it’s also I think using that pressure to get something done to propel herself forward. Explosion is the interesting thing. Under pressure, sometimes you rise to the occasion, sometimes you just pop and can’t do any more. I think that’s the intent behind Metagross here.

The Ace (Steelix) Comparatively, Steelix is much more passive, and reflective of her nature. Stealth Rock/Roar is very much a “hope it takes care of itself” scenario, albeit more active. It’s a slow chipping away at problems, but it’s also setting things up to avoid problems in the future. Jasmine’s proactive by nature, and wants to avoid potential pitfalls in the future. Roar as a focus implies that, if something does sneak through and she’s not ready, she may be the type to complain and avoid the problem until she’s sufficiently prepared. If Metagross is the feeling of needing to get things done quickly and instantly, Steelix is the slower pace, the chunking of a task into manageable sub-tasks that slowly break away at something, and the prioritization of what needs to be done now versus what can be put off. Interestingly though, Steelix still has high-BP but low-accuracy moves. I think this implies the notion that extroversion is difficult for her. Everything takes a great deal of energy, and it’s not always going to be successful when she tries. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out, or she’s exhausted and can’t quite engage with things like she wants to. She’s patient, she’ll come back to things and keep trying. She cares enough to keep at something even if it’s difficult. But it’s far from assured.

Stallmates (Skarmory and Bronzong) Aligning more to Jasmine’s cautious and reserved nature, we have Skarmory and Bronzong. Skarmory itself has more raw offense than you might expect, but notably has Spikes. In tandem with Steelix, this is helping set that stage for chipping away at things. It can be interpreted as Jasmine knowing herself fairly well, and knowing what she needs to take care of herself. Air Slash as a flinch focus could be about removing pressure, delaying something that can be put off and isn’t immediately necessary. Meanwhile, Night Slash is high crit rate, implying again that eagerness to just finish up. They’re effectively at odds with each other, and she has to pick which course is best: work through the problem, or around the problem.

Bronzong is a bit more slow. Gravity is again that setting up for the team, while Hypnosis is a full stop. It’s rest, relaxation, the need for time just to yourself. Dream Eater as recovery sets up the idea that Jasmine is someone who needs a good deal of down time. She runs out of energy quickly, and thrives on quiet and alone time to recharge. Gyro Ball powers up the slower it is, which aligns well. The slower the pace she can take, the more effective. Jasmine does not do well under external pressure. She wants to take things at her pace, and her pace may be very slow. We’re all just going to have to deal with that.

Risk-Takers (Magnezone and Empoleon) Magnezone is overall reminiscent of her original team’s Steelix. Metal Sound for debuffs into big damage with low accuracy. Everything that applied to Steelix applies here, with some adjustments. Lock-On fixes accuracy for the next attack, ensuring it connects. Jasmine is someone who can focus very intently on a goal, but it may not sustain. She’ll have moments of intense focus and concentration on something she wants on day, but the next that passion may not be there. Moreover, it’s assurance. Jasmine is someone who likes assurances, and may have a few things she falls back to. In conversation, Jasmine’s opening lines tend to jump right into her interests, and don’t always follow typical social protocol, but one thing she does do reliably is things like invitations to get food somewhere. She’s trying to connect, and wants to engage with others, but her typical fall-back is “let’s get something to eat.” There’s a safe consistency in that. You can take a big risk on something more dynamic, or just stick to what you know that works. Mirror Coat is an interesting final move. It only works when the opponent attacks, and even then only special moves. Jasmine can be reactive, and may pick up more strongly if whatever she’s encountering is something she is in the headspace for. So long as it’s not something completely unaccounted for, laying the groundwork and successfully accomplishing what she set out to do is invigorating.

Empoleon focuses on more direct damage. In a broad sense, having a Water-type on her team is appropriate. Jasmine loves the ocean, and fixates on Sunyshore because the ocean there reminds her of home. The water is a comfort for her. In a specific sense, priority is that jumping into something to get it done, while the high offense is again that difficulty getting through. Of interesting note is Blizzard. While not as guaranteed as Zap Cannon’s paralysis, the high freeze chance implies a complete shutting down. A sort of, once I’ve finish this thing, I am very much done. Roar seems to complement this a bit. If it’s something frustrating, something she can’t quite manage in that moment, get rid of it. If it sucks, hit da bricks, in a way. Jasmine is usually fairly mellow, but the inclusion of Roar as the switch move on two Pokemon, while Whirlwind isn’t included, implies a sort of...breaking point underlying it all. Jasmine builds up pressure and will snap and remove herself from things when sufficiently frustrated. It takes a lot to build to that point, but when she gets there, she’s done.

Summation Jasmine is a generally anxious and low-key person. She likes to move at her own pace, and doesn’t deal well with external pressure. Her general preference is to immediately jump in and solve a problem, but failing that, tends to take great pains to plan and work around something. Pushing through new things consistently feels like taking risks, and she’s willing to do it, but has a general fallback of her known, “safe” options to keep in touch with people she cares about. Jasmine knows her limitations fairly well, and will make an effort to prioritize rest and time to recharge. When possible, she likes to be proactive, to set things up to avoid future problems that catch her off guard. While she’s generally patient and willing to take it slow, unexpected setbacks can agitate her, and she can lose her cool, potentially shutting down entirely until she’s able to regroup. But she’ll try. Jasmine will always make an effort, and tries her best to get things done, or engage with people she cares about, even when it’s difficult.

If you have an alternate read on the team, I’d love to hear it. I really like Jasmine a lot, and I think it’s great to have a character who is shy and introverted by nature, but pushes through it often. She manages to travel the world, being one of very few characters to appear in an entirely different region, and her Masters dialogue showcases a lot of her desire to push herself to connect with people. She doesn’t always know how to start a conversation, or what to do with people so she defaults to “eat together,” but the girl tries so hard and I love her.

#pokemon #jasmine #pokemon team characterization

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