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mayuichi · 5 months

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“If I die in the process, will you join me?„

Nikolai Gogol x Reader ⟡ Warning : slight yandere behavior (kinda) I suppose??

note: i'm sorry for every Nikolai simps if i made him ooc, i really tried my best (and i think he's okay??). i still hope you can enjoy it!!

Official art from the anime.

You were pouting at him when he shoved a candy inside your mouth. It makes you gasp, chewing on it. He laughs at you, clearly mocking. You are about to make a comeback when he stands up to go to the bathroom. You blink a few times.

You don't even remember how you two ended up befriending one another. Wasn't he supposed to piss you off ? Well, he still does. But there was something more perhaps. You are his safe space, one where he can act however the hell his heart tells him to. And he is your home.

Wherever you are, as long as he's with you, then it means you belong there. You could be on the other side of the earth, if he's there, you'd be fine. You aren't properly dating though. You know, that step where no one dares to make a move.

It's so obvious though. The feelings you have for him are pouring out of your heart. Even a blind man could see it. And the way he acts with you is nowhere close to how he can even act toward Sigma. Not even close to how he treats Fyodor.

There is something about you he couldn't explain, yet he wants to comprehend it. No, he needs to. He can't spend a day without thinking a hundred times about your expression, your shy laugh whenever he's around. But he wants to hear you burst in laugh. Why can he only hear it when there's the others ? Can't he be the only one to hear it ?

He needs to know why you can't act entirely like yourself. But he knows. He knows but he doesn't understand. If you love him, can't he be the only one who sees your brightess smile, hears your most sincere laugh?

He'd be a liar to look in your eyes and say he doesn't want to wake up next to you every morning. You are the reason why he's feeling weaker recently. And he loves it. He craves for that sensation, that safety near you. Why are you so special ? He had so much plan with the Decay of Angels, why did you joined and ruined it all ?

But he can't bring himself to push you away. He wants you as much as you do. You're addicted to one another, and there's no way back now. He would kill you if he couldn't be all you need.

... You were supposed to hate each other. You were finding him over the top, and he was thinking you're too simple. But there you both are.

Sitting in his apartment for the last few days before changing place. Picking on each other, just to be annoying. He is the best though, he always manages to piss you off. But do you actually mind ? Probably not.

You sigh, walking up to the small tree. In fact, it was a tiny Christmas tree in a pot. You couldn't do a big one when you need to leave each place so often. You all did it. You managed to all be here to make it and have dinner together. For once you wouldn't be at one another's throat, trying to strangle them. It's hard to get along with them.

Nikolai insisted on placing sweets around the pot, and some candy canes with the garlands. They all let him do so. Why would they say no anyway? It isn't like they'll be the one to be in the apartment a lot.

You stare at the red and white sweet. You can't lie, the colors remind him somehow. He haunts your mind, isn't he ? You reach out to take one in your hand. He's like sugar, addictive and intoxicating. He would definitely be more likely to be the reason of your death. But you don't mind it.

Hearing footsteps coming closer to you, you turn around to see his tall figure hovering over you. He leans closer, to take a candy over the table. At the same time, he skillfully steals the one in your hand. Placing the small candy on his tongue, he inspects the one that caught your attention earlier.

He hums, a faint smirk appearing. “It reminds me of you. You are as sweet as this candy cane. I want to cherish it, and devour it. Just like with you. I bet you'd taste as good. Sugary like, or perhaps more like a cotton candy?„

He approaches, until you become stuck in between him and the wall. His hand creeps to your jaw, gripping tightly on it as the playful light in his eye disappear. “Why can't you laugh the loudest with me ? I'd do anything for you. I'd even die. Wouldn't you do the same ?„

Any sane person would try to escape that situation. Perhaps you aren't as sane as you thought you were, compared to them. You may be as bad as them. Your gaze faltering, your shoulders sagging, you can barely keep looking at him.

“No.. I would. Of course I would... But I may be scared to make you think I am not good enough...„ you admit. After all, who could be enough for a clown?

A deep, low chuckle emits from him. His finger tracing your face, and stops at your nose. “Do you think so ? Have I not been clear enough?„ he gives a gentle pinch, freeing you. He picks a few candies on the table, sitting down on the sofa once again.

He pats the seat beside him, hurrying you to join him. “If I die in the process, will you join me?„ you don't expect such a dark talk around such a joyful period. But he is right. You take place beside him, hesitantly placing your hand over his.

Without even speaking, he already knows your answer. It's so obvious. A playful smile covers his stern look, and he leans to press his head against your shoulder. “That's what I thought. That's why you are the only one who'd suit me.„

Everyone is sure of his feelings for you. If anyone were to deny it, they'd be such fools. But yours, even if pouring out, you would deny it. You know they're real, but you can't trust your feelings. You want to deny them. And he knows it.

He undoes the paper around the candy cane, before tapping it against your lips. “I'll be waiting for you to be sure. Even if it takes years, I'll be waiting. But don't let me die without letting me know I haven't been delusional.„ he half heartedly jokes.

You could guess what was going in his head. And why he left to the bathroom for several minutes earlier. He didn't wanted to snap at you, not when you are so vulnerable. So he had to bring himself back together.

He squeezes your hand, and you squeeze it back. “... I won't. I promise. Let me just a few more days...„ you breath out, and he nods.

“If you can make someone such as I, a clown, be so weak, then you shouldn't be fret about the truth in my words.„ he closes his eyes, sliding the sweet past your lips.

“Thus is the truth about your clown, lovesick for you.„

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quin-ns · 1 year

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Taking Care (Saul Goodman x Reader)

Word count: 2K

Summary: after jesse beats up saul you help fix him up

Tags: brba ep. 5x11, canon violence, canon behavior, blood mention, hurt/comfort kinda, hurt!saul, saul being a bit sleazy but it’s goofy it’s fine, fluff, flirting, humor/comedy, very light hearted despite the episode, kissing, happy end :)

A/N: finished breaking bad and couldn’t get this episode out of my brain. im a saul simp now and even tho he lowkey deserved it i didn’t like seeing him get beat up. my self indulgent fix it- idk how big the fandom for saul fics is so I’ll just have to see lol

Cross-posted to ao3 • brbabcs masterlist • writing masterlist

As you headed into Saul’s office from the waiting room, you heard a commotion. Saul was screaming at someone. The door had been kicked in. You’d seen some pretty crazy things happen here, but you were in no way expecting to find Jesse being the cause of the chaos.

“Jesse! Stop!” you shouted, gaining the young man’s attention. He was standing over Saul—who was on the ground, hands raised in defense—with a gun pointed on the man.

Jesse stared at you in surprise, obviously not anticipating your arrival. His jaw tightened and he looked guilty. You were one of the only people left whose opinion of him actually mattered to Jesse. The two of you were friends; you could only hope he’d listen to you.

“Oh Y/N, thank god,” Saul said in relief when he spotted you in the room. “Call the police!”

You weren’t sure if he was serious or not—Saul never wanted police at his office—but it must’ve been bad if he was even willing to mention calling help.

“No need,” Jesse decided. He dug into Saul’s pocket and grabbed something out. Sounded like keys. “We’re done here,” he told you calmly. Huell, Saul’s massive bodyguard, tried to block the door. “Back up!” Jesse yelled, pointing the gun at him. You weren’t in the line of fire and you really hoped Jesse wouldn’t shoot you, but you stumbled back further away from him. Huell moved too and let Jesse out the door.

Huell ran over to Saul and tried to help him up. “Get off me! What do I pay you for?” Saul yelled at Huell and grabbed his phone. He frantically called someone and said, “hey, it’s me. We got a big problem.”

Huell ran off out the door and you turned to go after Jesse too. As much as he was deranged in the moment, you tried to convince yourself maybe you could help, but Saul interrupted your contemplation after making his call that you didn’t pay attention too.

“Leave him,” Saul coughed out. “He has a gun and is clearly not afraid to wave it around.” You looked back at him and became aware of the damage Jesse had done.

“Oh, you idiot,” you muttered, approaching Saul where he had slumped back to the ground. It was only the two of you in the office now. “What did you do?”

He let out a dramatic scoff. “Me?” Saul asked, offended, as you crouched down next to him. “I get assaulted and I’m somehow at fault?”

You took his bloody face in your hands and inspected the injuries. “Jesse wouldn’t beat you up for no reason.”

A guilty look crossed his face as your hands fell. “I’ll tell you about it later,” he grumbled reluctantly, sitting up straight. You weren’t sure if he ever would. “Can you help me out first, maybe?” Saul gestured to his face.

“Yeah,” you replied curtly, standing. You kept a first aid kit in your car. You were in a similar line of business to Mike and through him you met Saul (and Jesse, Walter, and Gus). Although, the only ones you became friends with were Jesse and Saul.

Your friendship with Saul was a little more… well, more complex. You had a good rapport with him and often bantered back and forth, flirting and what not.

You stopped by his office more than you probably should’ve and he was always pleased to see you appear. That’s how you thought today would go when you came by to visit. You had a couple minutes to spare so you figured you’d swing by for a few. He joked more than once that you could take up all his time in a day and he wouldn’t charge you a dime.

You went out and grabbed the kit from under your seat as quickly as you could. It was something you kept on hand given your past experiences in your occupation. And right now, it was about to come in handy.

Saul was standing when you walked in, looking around the room at the mess. His expression was defeated, which was only amplified by the cuts, bruises, and most of all the bloody nose.

“God, he did a number on you,” you commented, unable to hold back. You actually felt bad for him even though you weren’t sure whose fault it was—it looked like it hurt.

“I’m aware,” he replied, disgruntled, and dropped down into his chair.

You rounded the desk to his side with the kit and set it on the surface of it. You began to unpack the kit and set aside the things you needed. Saul watched you—your back was to him but you could feel his eyes on you.

The first thing you did was check his nose to make sure it wasn’t broken. Good news, it wasn’t. Just really, really bloody. And there was a cut on the bridge. You grabbed a packet of wipes and started to get to work.

You focused on wiping the blood away, but you noticed Saul’s eyes scanning your face. He was watching you almost transfixed. He had been quiet for a few seconds, which was longer than usual for him.

“If I knew I could get you this close I would’ve gotten my ass kicked sooner,” he finally spoke up in that sleazy manor you were so used to.

You scoffed out a laugh. “At least you’re not trying to say you won that.”

Blood was still dripping from his nose, layering onto what was already present, so you took care of that first. You cleaned it from his face which he groaned and whined about, but you wouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Don’t be such a baby,” you muttered.

You finished up with that and his nose finally stopped leaking fresh blood. It was a start, right? You threw bloody wipes away in a little desk side trash can and moved on.

You leaned in a little, glancing over the injuries. You dabbed at the cut on the bridge of his nose with one of those tiny square alcohol wipes.

Saul winced but recovered quickly.

“Are you gonna kiss it and make it better?” he teased while you rolled your eyes and reached for a band aid. “If so I think I might have a scratch on my lip.” You raised your brows with a look that said a sarcastic ‘really?’ “What? I—I thought it was a legitimate healing method.” The lie rolled so easily off his tongue you might’ve believed he believed it. Part of being a lawyer you assumed.

“You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if I did,” you said offhandedly (baiting him), unwrapping the bandaid and placing it on the bridge of his nose.

“What?” Saul sounded incredibly offended. “I so would,” he argued.

Before he could get another word in, you grasped his face in each of your hands and leaned down to capture his lips. Saul, as expected, was stunned. You pulled back with a light laugh while he stared at you dumbfounded.

“See?” you said with sass and a smile. “Now can I finish?”

Saul nodded, speechless for the first time in… well, as long as you’d known him.

Now that his nose was taken care of, which is where the brunt of the damage was, you could focus on the more minor things. Like the eye that was probably going to be a tad swollen and the cut on his forehead.

“You’re taking such good care of me,” he mused. “I’m starting to think you like me.”

“Maybe I do,” you replied smoothly, not missing a beat as you worked.

“I want a do-over,” Saul announced, referring to the kiss where you’d very effectively proved your point.

You ignored him, except for biting back a small smile to yourself. “I can’t do anything about the eye and the cut on your forehead is so small it probably doesn’t need a bandaid. Unless you want one.”

“It’s fine,” Saul dismissed.

“Alright then,” you stepped back to look over him one more time. “You’re good to go.”

“Thanks,” he told you, but was already distracted by prodding at the bandaid.

“I only had a few minutes so I gotta head out now,” you told him as you packed up the first aid kit.

You closed it and grabbed it, then headed for the doorway. Saul realized you were leaving and furrowed his brows, trying to find something to say. You only made it about halfway before—

“Wait! A date!” Saul scrambled to stand, but recovered and tried to act casual. “A date. We should go on one,” he suggested. “Like, for real.”

There it was. Something you’d been waiting for for a while. You knew he had a thing for you beyond just provocative comments and flirting, it was obvious, but he never actually asked you out. So you didn’t plan on taking him up on any of his offers until he was serious. It took a while, but that moment finally came.

If you were mean, you would’ve said the punch knocked some sense into him.

“Sure,” you replied after a beat.

“Really?” He sounded surprised. “I mean, really?” he repeated, much more collected. “That’s great. Okay. So uh, how about dinner this Friday?”

“You sure you don’t have… other stuff going on?” you asked vaguely, but he knew exactly what you were referring to.

Saul flashed you that charming grin of his. “For you? I have all the time in the world.”

You couldn’t help but smile and let out a laugh at that. Sure he could be coquettish but you genuinely did enjoy his presence. Besides, it suited him. You couldn’t imagine Saul being a perfect, boring gentleman. The flirting was like a game with him and you liked to play just as much as he did.

“Do me a favor, though—”

“Anything,” he responded a little too quickly.

“—try and keep that handsome face intact, alright? No more bloody noses,” you requested with a sarcastic tone (though you did mean it). “If you and I go out I don’t want people thinking I beat you.”

Saul chuckled at your joke. “I’d let you,” he said lasciviously. Despite the wicked glint you were pretty sure he was joking. Although with Saul you could never be too sure.

You scoffed, but with a sense of humor. “I don’t think that’s the compliment you think it is.”

“Whatever,” he said with a shrug. Saul strolled towards you, going overboard with how leisurely he tried to be. You laughed to yourself when he stopped in front of you. The sound made him crack a smile of his own.

“Can I get my do-over?” Saul implored.

“Hmm,” you hummed. “No,” you said unseriously. You laughed at your own joke and Saul sensed your tone.

“You sure?” Saul placed a hand on your waist and decreased the distance. His other hand rose to your cheek. You looked into those soft blue eyes of his.

“Maybe not,” you sighed out as he was already closing the gap between your lips.

Saul initiated and you gladly reciprocated. This kiss, unlike before, was expected. And not to prove a point. You weren’t sure what you thought kissing him would be like, but it was nice. Good. He had you practically swooning by the time the two of you separated.

“I gotta go, but um,” you said softly, eyes lingering on his lips. “I’ll see you Friday?” You flicked your eyes up to meet his.

“How about seven? I’ll pick you up,” Saul offered with a lopsided smile.

You clicked your tongue. “But your car is so tacky,” you teased.

“Hey! My car is awesome,” he defended. “You’ll look great in the passenger side.” Saul patted your hip (nearly your ass) and shot you a wink.

“You better make this date worth my while.” You poked him in the chest, all teasing and accusing like, and stepped back. You turned on your heal and headed out of the office.

"I wouldn't dream of anything less!" Saul called after you. You could hear the smile on his face and for the rest of the day, nothing could get rid of the one on yours.

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candywife333 · 6 months

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Champagne Confetti

PART 3 of Just Want to See you Like That

This series is based on Jungkook's 3D and is probably going to have close to 6-7 parts, depending on where the storyline takes me. I'm feeling a bit dramatic, so expect a lot of angst. Tumblr is going to be referenced in this fic under a different name, Bumblr (I know, totally goofy name).

Summary: Y/N, an overworked employee at HYBE , only ever posted on Bumblr when she was feeling cornered. It was truly her escape. She didn't really do insta or even twitter. Most people would look at her and think this glass wearing quiet girl would most probably be posting pics of flowers and cute animals. But no, looks could be deceiving. Y/N's posts were far from innocent. In fact , they were borderline risque. She didn't expect anybody but a few horny people to come across these pics; people who would view and compliment in the best case scenario. What she didn't expect was that a certain star would be a regular consumer of her material. A star that technically had no business simping after her like that.

Disclaimer: This work is not representative of the real Jungkook's personality and behavior. It is merely fiction and please treat it as such.

Trigger Warning: voyeurism, exhibitionism, may or may not have dub-con later on

Please don't read the fic if any of these themes are disturbing or offensive to you.

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I couldn't believe how freeing it felt to quit that damn job. I had loved interacting with the kind staff and organizing things; something I was a pro at. However, the constant verbal abuse and condescension I had suffered at the hands of the administration had gone on long enough. Since I don't drink, I grabbed a huge bottle of apple cider from the store and headed back home to pop this bottle open and pour the golden liquid into a glass delicate pink wine goblet I had purchased last month.

I decided to have an apple themed party for myself. So I got home, showered with apple and cinnamon shower gel, put on a vintage flare dress with a pattern of green and red apples littered all over, and sat down with my cider and a decadent apple fritter that had been embellished with a wonderful berry compote.

Just as I popped open the bottle, giggling in glee, kicking my bare feet in the air on my comfy couch, my phone started blowing up. I stared at it frozen, rather confounded at what the reason for this cacophony could be. BANG PD?!!?! What the hell?! I never talked to the man. The only time I had even come across him was when I had accidentally bumped into his plush frame in a hallway. I would exaggerate and say that the tiny bump sent me flailing off onto the ground, but that would be a bit dramatic. I had lost my sense of balance and went crashing into a bucket of dirty cleaning water, clearly a great alternative to my extra imagination.

I was blushing in mortification reminiscing about that incident, as I came back to the present. I picked up my phone and was met with the gravelly steady voice of Bang PD as he drawled out , "Hello Y/N. How are you doing? Hope you are having a great evening". I felt paralyzed in awkwardness as I responded back timidly, "Of course PD-nim. I am doing great. Is there anything I can help you with?"

I heard a heavy sigh on the other end as PD groaned out in what seemed to be exasperation, "I am so sorry for what happened with our admin personnel this morning. My secretary informed about the incident and I am ashamed for her behavior. Please understand that I would never want any of my staff treated that miserably". Feeling shocked at his apology, I squeaked out, " Oh, please don't apologize PD. I know that her actions are not a reflection of HYBE's attitude towards employees. However, I find that my service isn't that valued at HYBE and I think maybe I am not a good fit anymore."

Strangely enough I could hear mumbled cursing on the other end of the phone as PD loudly exclaimed, "Of course you are a perfect fit for HYBE. Don't ever doubt that. I knew from the day I hired you, seeing you in your training period, how meticulous you are with running the maintenance of the place --even though we don't pay you to run management. Your dedication and management skills are invaluable to us. You may think I don't keep an eye on our maintenance staff, but I do. And everyone I have talked to from stylists to artists only have great things to say about you. In essence, what you do for us irreplaceable work".

I sat there on the couch with crumbs and sticky glaze all over my lips, as he continued, "Please come back to your job. But this time we will hire you as one of our administration managers. You are clearly overqualified for the position. Jennifer has been fired so you won't have to deal with her. And your pay will be hiked up to thrice what we used to pay you."

I almost choked on my own spit as I scrambled to tremulously say, "I am pleased to come back Sir. I won't disappoint you". He resumed speaking in a cheery voice, "Wonderful. I expect to see you back tomorrow at 9 AM. Your pay for the month has been wired to you". He hung up as I sat there in a daze before I got up from my seat and whooped loudly in the air yelling in mirth, "Take that you scumbags. Can't fuck with me and my bag". I couldn't wait to go back and show those bitches what I was made of. My luck was on the rise.

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I skipped into office the next morning, elated at the upgrade in position. Walking inside the cubicle, I saw one of the nicer admin staff. Her name was Stacy Lee. She smiled a wide smile that you could only see in a toothpaste ad as she ran to me excited, "Hello!!! You must be Y/N. It is great to meet you. I've seen how hard you worked to carry the whole building for months on end. It is a pleasure to finally actually get to work with you."

Her warm aura encompassed me as I shook her hand and smiled at her, "I think we will get along just fine". Stacy briefed me in on all the work I was supposed to do. As I slowly finished my tasks throughout the day, mostly responding to phone calls and typing reports, I caught the sight of a certain black haired buff man walking through the doors of the lobby accompanied by Taehyung, the ever kind angel of HYBE. He was one of the nicest people to staff. Never spoke down to them or belittled them. He would even go as far as to thank them for all the tiny tasks they did for him, and invite staff to parties and dinners along with the rest of the members.

I knew him pretty well from a very interesting incident that happened a few months ago. He had been hungover, reeking of alcohol, heading into his private office to clearly mask his situation. He had stumbled into the lobby, knocking over the cleaning supplies that had been placed there in the morning. I had seen him haphazardly stumbling around and happened to grab him by his shoulders, escorting him into his office before he could lose all dignity and make a fool of himself.

I had handed him some coffee, soup from the cafeteria, and 2 ibuprofen pills to quell his hangover. He had started vomiting, so I had held his hair away from his face sticky with sweat, steadying him as he vomited. Wiping his forehead with a wet cloth, I had placed him on the spacious sofa in his office and told him to sleep for a bit. After that ordeal, he had been super kind to me. Sometimes he had followed me around like a little puppy dog as I completed my tasks. When I asked him why (rather startled at this rich idol's devotion), he responded in a jubilant voice , hugging me as he jumped up and down, shrieking with joy, "You are a wonderful person. And I want to be your friend".

I couldn't resist his puppy like dark eyes which stared innocently at me. We became really good friends, meeting each other up for dinner occasionally when he wasn't super busy. As Taehyung walked in, he walked over to me with an ecstatic grin on his face ," How you doing Y/N, my fluffy little cupcake?", as he came around the counter to squeeze me around the waist , engulfing me in his too warm embrace.

I snickered at him, "What's up Tae? You seem rather busy these days?" He flirted back shamelessly, "I'm never too busy for you my buttercup". I cringed internally and groaned , "Don't do this Tae. My heart can't take this level of sugar, I'll get diabetes".

As we were conversing, I felt a dark set of doe eyes piercing my frame, burning holes into my chest. I hadn't really gone over the top with the clothes today; a high waisted black business pant with a lacy pink top that showed just a tiny bit of cleavage. Wonder why the creep was staring. Last time I checked, I hadn't been the one desperately, vulgarly, pounding into any staff in a closet.

As I pondered all this, Tae whined, "Please come outside tonight to celebrate with us. It'll be just the boys, TXT, and our managers". Apparently it was his birthday, and he had been hyping it up beyond measure, trying to convince me to show up for close to a month now. He continued, "Come on Y/N. There will be champagne confetti. I know you don't drink, but you will love the confetti popping into the air. You are such a baby, but I love that about you. I will force you to come if you don't agree. Am not even above threatening you."

I stared at his dead pan expression. I sighed, "Okay Tae, I will join you this once only. You know how awkward I get with new people." He jauntily shook his head up and down, running away screaming, "Hyung, I finally got Y/N to come out of her shell. Get ready to get wasted guys". I scoffed. Tae himself hated drinking. Dude was more likely to consume 10 cupcakes rather than even a shot of soju. I guess both of us would have a sugar high tonight.

Even though Tae left, the black eyed black haired devil hadn't left the room. He seemed oddly stunned, his face contorted onto an "O" shape, his round eyes unblinking, mouth open completely as he stuttered out incredulously, " Are you by chance....cherrybomb123 on Bumblr"?

WTF?!!!! I was panicking internally. How would he know? He couldn't possibly recognize the pale pink lace bra barely peeking out of my top? And if he recognized me, who the hell was he? My brain was screeching out with the answer as I stared at him in shock. I was royally screwed, and not in a good way.

Taglist : @sporadicarcadebanana , @darkuni63, @jessicalynn85, @mint--yoongs, @fortunecookiesworld

#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #smut #bts x plus size reader #eventual smut #self love #curvy reader #bts fanfic #bts x y/n #bts x chubby reader #3D #3D jungkook

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fandangotales · 2 years

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Hoyoverse Dev! Reader x Genshin

Summary: You got isekai’d into Genshin, in which you had designed many character outfits. They have some questions for you!

Characters: Kaeya, Childe, Ei

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, Crack, reader is a simp.

Also: Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Please enjoy! <3

Childe & the stomach window

“Y’know, I wouldn’t have thought that you would design an outfit like this.” He said, gesturing to the open area on his torso. “Do you have a thing for abs or something?”

You choked on your drink, desperately trying to recompose yourself. “Uh n-no.” You said, “Designs always need unique elements. The design team debated that part for…”

He stared at you, as you went on a rant about elements of design, and player preferences. One thing stood out in particular. You made a comment about how the stomach window was popular among fans, and how many players “simped” for him.

He interrupted your mini speech, “Never mind the player’s opinions. Is this something you find attractive?”

You stared at him, before speaking in a monotone voice. “Oh yes Childe I just find you so very attractive that I just want to take off your jacket and see the rest, and preferably stare at you for hours on end.”

“Oh really?” He asked, matching your blank face and tone. “I could show you right now.”

His gloved hand reached for his collar, but he was interrupted by a groan in your direction.

“We. Are. In. A. Restaurant.” You said. “Keep your clothes on, unless you want to be arrested for public indecency.”

The waiter passed your table and gave you both a weird look. You turned your focus back to Childe, determined to not get kicked out.

“Wouldn’t being in public make it more fun though?” He said mischievously, looking up at you through a hooded gaze.

“WHAT-“

You both were asked to leave.

Kaeya & Complicated clothes

“Since you designed these, I’m assuming you know how to get these off? Just in case you didn’t know, I’m a visual learner.” He teased, bringing your hand to the choker around his neck. His eyes sparkled, peering into yours, as a raging blush formed on your cheeks.

“So, what do you say?” He asked, smirking.

You were getting a bit nervous from the close proximity, but you decided to at least try to form a coherent response.

“Don’t you have to change out of those everyday?” You gulped, trying to back away, despite the secure hold he had on you.

He lowered his head, until his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear.

“It seems to be that I have forgotten.” He whispered.

That was the last thing you remembered, as you blacked out right then and there.

…

After recovering from a particularly bad nose bleed at the Favonious Cathedral, you received an official apology from none other than Acting Grand Master Jean herself, on behalf of Kaeya’s “bothersome” behavior.

Ei & the Chest window

Ei didn’t really notice that her “chest window” could be considered odd until she overheard your conversation with Childe. Apparently open areas of clothing that are normally cover could be considered… lewd.

“Ei, why is your face so red?” You asked, worriedly pressing your palm to her forehead. She had been unusually silent, and avoiding your gaze for almost the entirety of your picnic.

“N-nothing!” She stuttered, moving away from your hand.

You gave her a look, clearly not buying it.

“You know you can always talk to me if something’s bothering you.” You said, still concerned about her behavior.

She seemed to consider your words before huffing.

“Alright.” She mumbled. “I happened to overhear your conversation with Childe earlier today about his… stomach window.”

You nodded, encouraging her to continue.

She inhaled, seeming to prepare herself.

“Did you design this…” she pointed to her chest, “With anything particular mind?”

It suddenly occurred to you that she was asking about her chest window. You laughed a little, amused by the returning heat across her cheeks.

“There was one key reason…” you trailed off, taking note of her intense stare.

“You see… there is a specific term that people in my old world used to use for people like you.”

She leaned forward, determined to hear your next words.

“Mommy.”

“I- Excuse me?” She questioned, shock and disbelief written over her expression.

“I dunno about the others, but that was my main reason.” You shrugged, shoving some dango in your mouth.

Ei tried to come up with something else to say, but no words came to mind. She gave up, also deciding to eat some dango.

The rest of the picnic went smoothly, but you could swear that you saw her looking over at you throughout the afternoon.

#genshin crack #genshin impact #genshin isekai #ei genshin #childe #kaeya x reader #kaeyagenshinimpact #genshin x you #gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin stories

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demodraws0606 · 8 months

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Theory : Xander was the traitor (and other stuff linked with that theory)

Me and my friends ended up rambling about the possibility of a traitor among the cast. Despite the fact there is no confirmation on one of the cast being a traitor, there is no doubt the possibility is still there. So we ended up thinking on who most likely could be that traitor and we reached to a conclusion. The traitor might be Xander Matthews

Now there are a lot of suspicious things about Xander's behavior after he stabs Teruko.

Xander's words here are interesting as he seems more hung up on the fact that it was specifically Teruko he was killing rather than the act itself. He also seems to know who gave him that note, talking to them as though they were a person that Xander knew personally.

But that's not the only thing there is of course the question of...why ?

I'm gonna get the David allegations out of the way as I don't think Xander would kill Teruko just because he said so and we know for a fact David knows about as much as everyone else (ex : his introduction). Plus David being the one to have done this is just poor from a writing standpoint but I'm not gonna get into it.

We know from his reaction that Xander didn't stab Teruko because he was told she was a bad person or the mastermind. Xander clearly still sees Teruko as a good person and doesn't act malicious about hurting her, which wouldn't be the case if he was told she was the mastermind.

There is also the possibility he was told that killing Teruko would end the killing game but even then....why would he trust the note ? That's the biggest issue and from how Xander talks about the one responsible it seems that they know the one who wrote the note personally.

Now from process of elimination we can probably deduce the person who wrote the note is the mastermind (the mastermind clearly wants teruko gone) but if you combine that with Xander seeming to know the person who wrote the note personally enough to trust what they say....

That would mean Xander knew the mastermind and thus probably was working with them

I know it's quite the jump and I can't ignore the irony of the Ultimate Rebel being the mastermind's lackey. However considering we can assume Xander has the same memory loss as everyone else (he most likely is the person in the introduction scene and if that was the case he would be a lot more aggressive towards Teruko/more likely to want to kill her), it can't be Mai (or imperssonating Mai) who he could've only known in Hope's Peak. So it does make logical sense.

We also even know his possible motivation for being a traitor

Whatever this could mean, this "them's" life could be used over Xander's head. There are other possibilities as we don't know everything about Xander yet but there are definitely many things that would give him motivation to work for the mastermind if it was threatened.

Now that I made my case about Xander being the traitor, would you guys believe that this somehow works perfectly with my "Whit is the mastermind" theory ?

This is gonna be the part that is gonna be the most brainworm-y in this post as me and my friend freaked out when we first analysed the introductions. It's also completely possible that it's me overanalyzing (this is a very small detail) but I just find it very interesting.

Now Xander is a very silly loud guy, and it's seen in his introductions often. He always speaks in a very formal tone (calling Ms. and Mr.) and he always introduces himself. When he doesn't it's usually for a reason, either the character cuts him off, overheard him already or he's too busy simping for David.

After all of that explaning, here is how Xander introduces himself to Whit :

He completely forgets to introduce himself

It's not like he got cut off either from being flustered by Whit's joke either, , Teruko immediatly chimes in with her introduction afterwards and in fact it takes a while for Xander to introduce himself. In fact, Xander's reaction more so makes it look like he forgot.

(Also his expression here is interesting as I don't think we see him make that expression often but that's me nitpicking again)

Now this interaction works a lot more if you think Xander is the traitor working for the mastermind (Whit) because yeah of course Xander would forget to introduce himself if they already met.

There is also this, which while it turns into a joke, definitely is a sus moment :

(Tbf before I thought Xander was the traitor, I was more so seeing it as Whit hinting that he had his memories but I can also see it working if Xander is the traitor)

I might've left some stuff out but yeah, sussy sussy Xander.

Edit : My friend reminded of an important detail. If Xander thought killing Teruko would end the killing game, why would he pin the murder on Charles ?

#xander matthews #xander drdt #drdt #danganronpa despair time #drdt whit #drdt whit young #whit young #drdt theory

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maximotts · 2 years

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𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 (𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡) 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓 & 𝑛. 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: well well well... here we are... all I can say is please don't yell at me for where I had to cut this fic. It just makes the most sense for everything that happens. If you only care about the smut and not the reconciliation of emotions, you'll want to wait for tomorrow's part! I am once again asking that people pls not yell at me for this, I promise you're getting literally 11 pages of smut in pt. 7 tomorrow!

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; D/S dynamics; emotional submission; smutty intentions/leadup; yelling/ loud conflict; physical intimidation; coercion; Wanda being at her fucking limit with Natasha's bs; a lil gaslighting; the typical red flags that come with these ladies convincing R not to be scared of their behavior, but also a lot of emotions because Natasha loves her wife.. what a simp

summary: Private Hire AU; Natasha knows Wanda isn't one to be messed with. That does nothing to stop her from doing so- or bringing you along with her. But Wanda won't stand for it.

words: 3.6K

private hire au. || main masterlist.

The next day was hard, Wanda hitting you with pointed glares from the time you stepped out of your bedroom and following you all the way down the hallway. It was terrible to feel her eyes on you in such a way; she’d stared at you before, but never with so much contempt and the embarrassed guilt was eating you alive. Natasha unfortunately was too pleased with herself to help you make Wanda feel better; any mention of it was met with a mildly irritated scoff. As much as she said Wanda would get over it, you knew Natasha was still trying to get over the hurt her neglected dinner brought.

This time though, Natasha brought you into their domestic spat and you figured you could end it. You saw Wanda in the kitchen, back against the counter, eyes fixed on the dirty pot that once held Natasha’s Valentine’s Day gift. She didn’t look particularly upset in that moment, more contemplative, and you hoped that just maybe if you found just the right words, Wanda would listen to what you had to say. No matter how many ways you rationalized it to yourself though, the situation scared you. “Hey uhm.. Wanda?”

Wanda snapped from her thoughts and instantly her brow furrowed again, a deep scowl set on her soft features. “What do you want?”

It stung, but at least it wasn’t a full rejection. She was waiting impatiently for your answer, like she couldn’t wait to be rid of you and never before had you longed harder for Wanda’s constant need to be around you. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“Stop. I don’t care.” Your face was puzzled, clearly she cared. You didn’t have the mental energy to deal with two stubborn women, but you didn’t know why you ever expected anything else. Just as you were about to offer a rebuttal, she raised a hand and with the slight shake of her hand you knew she was struggling not to physically shut you up. “I said, I don’t want to hear it. Take the hint and walk away.”

It was taking everything in Wanda not to fully snap at you, trying desperately to reign herself in. Her anger was with both of you, but mostly Natasha. She knew what an asshole she was being; her wife had taken advantage of her absence to hit her right where she knew it would hurt, meddling just enough to annoy her without breaking any of their established rules. Wanda just hated that you’d been too blind to see through it.

Your concern for Wanda loomed large, but self-preservation kept you quiet. There wasn’t another word between you two before you walked away, but Wanda had never been this upset with you and although your heart was heavy, you knew to give the brunette her space.

The day went on like that, Wanda isolating herself while you chose to stay around Natasha, hoping that if something else did happen, at least you’d have her to hopefully back you up. Of course Natasha took great pride in this, using every opportunity she could to whisper naughty promises in your ear as she passed or pinch you so you yelped. Each time you were sure even if you couldn’t see Wanda, she’d seen the two of you and when Natasha made a big show of deciding to sleep in your room, you were shocked the door didn’t fall off of its hinges with how hard Wanda slammed it. That night you were sure Wanda was going to kill you; there was no way she didn’t hear the desperate noises Natasha pulled from you when her hands went roaming.

“You really are a squirmy one, aren’t you?”

“It’s your fault…” you shuddered, Natasha licking a lewd trail up the column of your throat. If it was just the two of you, maybe you’d have let your eyes flutter closed. But Wanda was glaring daggers into the display her wife was putting on with you from across the couch and you were scared she was seconds away from actually stabbing you both. If it was up to you, you would’ve apologized by now and really you did try, but after yesterday’s confrontation in the kitchen you figured only time could make Wanda come around. You feared that time may never come if Natasha didn’t take an hour off from tormenting the brunette. The couch felt so big, but so small— with one lunge Wanda could be on you both and while you didn’t know exactly what she was capable of, it was too hard to guess.

The tension was killing you, yes, but mostly you missed Wanda. She’d never been this mad at you, especially not for this long and despite how often Natasha whispered reassurances that she’d never let Wanda actually hurt you, it was torture not to be able to curl up to her how you’d gotten used to. “Natasha, when are you going to get tired of being so insufferable? I’m bored.”

The redhead scoffed, putting her head atop yours to peer over at her wife. “Right after you get tired of being a stubborn child-” It didn’t take long for them to switch languages, something they only did when they didn’t want you to hear a conversation or if their emotions were running dangerously high. Part of you wished it was the first option, but you knew better.

Natasha came back first, only to bring you back to the center of attention, “You can’t be upset over what happens when you refuse to come home. We had a lovely Valentine’s Day and you were welcome to join us.” She pulled you further onto her lap and as she put more distance between you and your other boss, you didn’t miss the small twitch of Wanda’s hand as she struggled not to reach out for you. Even though she resisted, your heart fluttered that on some level, she wasn’t completely done with you.

“You can’t be upset when I don’t show up for a surprise!” Wanda sat up straighter now, having exhausted the last of her patience seeing not only Natasha so damn smug all weekend, but also how you cowered into her when she dared shift closer. Like you were scared of her. Frustration, hurt, and envy had her seeing green and she wanted whatever this weekend had turned into over.

“How dare you call me a child when you’re the one who can’t even bring herself to say she got her feelings hurt because I had to take care of something and didn’t magically know you’d planned dinner!” Wanda crept closer as she yelled, her uncharacteristically loud voice echoing through the large living room. “You are rarely romantic and it’s never on some stupid marketing holiday; I couldn’t have known any better so get the fuck over it!” She was close enough that you felt her looming over you, could see her intensity up close. It took everything in you not to take your chances with leaping off the couch and fleeing the room— but then her head bent to look at you.

“And you,” If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear you saw actual fire behind those eyes. “I don’t even want to look at you right now. Do I treat you so terribly that when I leave for one week, I come back to you begging my wife to fuck you? Are you really that stupid to not know what she was doing?” A glance away let you take in her shaking shoulders, the definition of seething mad.

While Wanda was tense with rage, you were equally so— with fear. Reasoning with her was hard, but you’d done it before. Never with something this big, but maybe if you could just explain- “I’m not! I mean, I didn’t-”

“Shut up, I’m talking.” Oh.

Natasha tried to put distance between the two of you, trading places so you sat on the other side of her. To her, this was nothing. She could handle Wanda in any mood, but some were more dangerous than others and this was one you had no hope of solving. “Wands, don’t-”

“I said, Be. Quiet.” Wanda grabbed you before Natasha could stop her, blunt nails digging into your soft flesh without a singular care for how you cried out. On instinct you reared back, but to no avail; as small as Wanda looked, she was too strong for you to pry off. Your eyes darted from your stinging forearm to Wanda’s unwavering glare; the only action you could take was to whimper. “If she wants to be a traitorous little slut then I’m going to treat her like one.”

“Wanda. Stop it. Now.” It was rare Natasha came between Wanda and the object of her irritation, having learned early on it only pissed her off further as well as put herself in the line of fire, but this -whatever Wanda was thinking- was too much. Natasha wouldn’t let you get hurt for her mistakes, especially knowing how much Wanda would regret scaring you any further. Enamored with her as you were, there were always limits.

You didn’t know when tears started falling down your face, but as Natasha successfully wrenched Wanda’s grip loose, the first thing you did was try and hide any evidence of them. It wasn’t working, emotions overwhelming you still as you choked on a sob. Through blurry eyes you could see Natasha standing bent at the waist in front of Wanda, their faces inches apart while the redhead held her angry wife down with a calmness you could never hope to have. “You are out of control and I’ve had it. Calm down.”

No matter how she struggled, Natasha was stronger than Wanda and with her arms stuck to her sides on the couch, all she could do was snarl out her rage. “I’m not the one trying to upset her spouse because she’s sad! I’ve had just about enough of you.” Wanda gave you a quick once over that made you feel small as a mouse, but as she turned to do the same to Nat, the older woman didn’t even flinch.

“If you think jumping in her bed and putting on disgusting displays of affection as if I’m not right here is going to make me forgive you, Natalia, you’re pitifully wrong.” You’d never regretted a lapse in judgment more in your life. If you could take your after dinner dalliance with Natasha back, you would in an instant, no matter how good it felt. You hadn’t known you were doing anything wrong, certainly not that Wanda would take it so heavily, but Natasha knew. Whatever she did set Wanda off so pointedly, it couldn’t have been a mistake. Natasha had plotted and poked until she hit just the nerve she wanted to with Wanda, some piece of her she hadn’t shared with you yet.

Lack of knowledge left you powerless to fix this mess; thankfully Natasha had just figured it out. Wanda’s words made the last piece click and instantly, the typically stubborn woman felt regret stab her through the heart. “Is that it? Did you feel neglected?”

When Wanda’s only response was to huff and look away, Natasha’s suspicions were confirmed. She’d stopped fighting, now hopefully she’d start listening. In all their years together, Nat knew there was no use trying to apologize until she identified the problem. It took time and sometimes her actions made things a little worse before they got better, but it was always worth it.

Natasha hadn’t apologized immediately because, at that moment, she wasn’t sorry. By the time she realized Wanda wasn’t going to let this go with a passing insult and temporary cold shoulder, she was too annoyed with her to understand where Wanda’s irritation stemmed from. Instead she threw salt in the wound, continuing to use you as a pawn in her selfish game, daring Wanda to challenge her. Natasha got the fight she sought, but it wasn’t shallow or fun like she thought; Wanda was acting out of genuine hurt and scaring you in the process; that was never her goal. “Did you come home, see us at the table and think we’d forgotten about you?”

You were in disbelief as Wanda stayed silent, her tense posture slumping as Natasha exposed her true feelings. How she’d gotten all of that from Wanda’s silent treatment turned spiteful outburst, you didn’t know, but you were grateful. Between feeling helpless and frightened, your mind had barreled towards the worst, fearing your actions were unforgivable in your boss’ vengeful eyes. Still, when you saw her now, Wanda wasn’t angry; she was sad. “I missed you, Wanda…I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”

She didn’t look at you, but she didn’t snap either. It was better than last time you’d said something to her a few minutes ago; you’d take any bit of progress at this point. But Natasha wanted better, “What do we say when people apologize, Wanda?”

“Don’t do it again.” The redhead sighed, but gave Wanda a kiss to the forehead anyways. Wanda could hold onto anger like no other, but speaking to you was a sign she was at least on her way to letting it go. That was more than she could say for how some people had fared. You’d be alright, Natasha would work on it.

“Fine… You know I love you?” Natasha’s voice was lower now, quiet enough for her words to clearly be for her wife alone; you felt as if you were spying. When she kissed her properly it was sweet and slow; when Natasha pulled away, Wanda went with her until her restrained arms kept her down. “I shouldn’t have pushed you so far, that wasn’t right. I love you, I’m sorry.”

You had a feeling that would be the only time you ever heard Natasha Romanoff apologize for anything, especially with such vulnerability. The words were simple but effective, Wanda letting out a deep breath you were sure she had to have been holding in since she first laid eyes on you in the dining room. Nervous hands were freed soon after Natasha determined Wanda would no longer lash out, but despite her calmer demeanor, you still flinched away when she reached out for you.

The action stung, you’d never refused her touch before; the last thing she wanted was to leave you truly afraid. Wanda knew her emotions tended to get the best of her sometimes; Natasha, rock steady as she was, acknowledged it and loved her, outbursts and all. But there was nothing in your arrangement that said you had to be the same and she never wanted to keep you from fear alone.

Wanda knew that fear all too well; she’d never wish such cruelty on a treasured thing like you. She tried once more, offering a small apologetic smile, touching the hand closest to her. Words couldn’t express how relieved she was when you stayed still, gentle fingers now stroking over where your wrist dully throbbed. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of me now? I won’t hurt you, love.”

So many responses swirled in your head, trying to decide whether to silence that internal warning bell and listen to Wanda or to run away. You couldn’t bring yourself to give up her soothing touch on your red skin. When Natasha encouraged you forward and you followed until Wanda successfully brought you into a warm embrace, you were sure you picked the right choice. “I should’ve been better and waited, I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry. I left Natasha in charge and you were just doing what you were told, weren’t you?” Wanda felt your nod more than saw it, once again narrowing her focus at her wife who just rolled her eyes. When she looked your way this time, it was with her typical tender ways, cuddling you close in apology for her earlier behavior. She’d missed holding you while she was away, had been looking forward to it every day since she left, now she was two days overdue and intent on soothing any lingering hesitation. “But I’m still your favorite? You’re still my darling little dove?”

“Of course, mommy,” The title slipped out before you could fix it, but Wanda didn’t comment on it. Instead she chose to leave kisses everywhere she could reach and while she covered your cheeks in lipstick smudges, you wondered if she was just trying to make up for lost time or outdo the number Natasha had given you over the weekend. Either way, it left you blushing terribly.

Natasha sat next to Wanda, enjoying the calm after the storm that was Wanda. She let Wanda take her time with ensuring your comfort; that was as important as anything. After the two of you had settled, Wanda burying her face in your hair while you contently snuggled in her lap, Natasha gingerly guided the brunette’s head away with two fingers until Wanda had her eyes on her. “This is very sweet, but I can’t just forget your outburst, sweetheart. You were completely out of line, no matter how upset you were.” Wanda pouted, mildly disappointed her quick change of attitude hadn’t let her off the hook. That didn’t stop her from at least attempting to plead her case.

“In my defense, I was gone all week and you haven’t been very kind since I came home…” Whatever she was trying to get out of, Natasha wasn’t budging, shaking her head as her thumb stroked Wanda’s cheek. It always felt foreign watching Natasha wield control over a woman who always exerted that same power over you; so far, you’d only seen it a handful of times, but you’d never been this involved before.

Natasha chuckled at Wanda’s excuse; it wasn’t one of the better ones she’d come up with over the years. Maybe another time she’d let it go, but Natasha knew her wife and despite her apologies, Wanda was in desperate need of a reprieve from her own head. Another problem she’d become an expert in remedying. This one, thankfully, was a lot more fun for everyone involved. “I’ll be as kind as you need, Wanda. Then you can still enjoy part of your ‘stupid marketing holiday’ gift with all the attention you’re too stubborn to ask for.”

“It can’t be that easy. You never play fair, Tash,” Wanda whimpered, her grip on your waist loosening in favor of leaning into Natasha’s touch. She wasn’t stupid; she knew Natasha wouldn’t give up what she wanted without making her work for it in some way. With you being here too, she was sure to make a show of it; if there was one thing her two loves had bonded over it was their love of her— especially of seeing Wanda fall victim to Natasha’s schemes.

This wasn’t just a reward for Wanda; in her distress, she’d gone overboard, scaring you in the process. Nat would put her through the wringer for that. But fuck, she needed to decompress, let herself go in the hands of the woman she loved and trusted more than anyone in the universe. Wanda nodded, accepting whatever night the redhead was so obviously concocting in her head, “Make it worth it, I’m still upset with you.”

“Aw kitten,” Wanda shivered at the petname, you felt it under your thighs as her own shifted and squeezed together, “it’s sweet that you think I care if you’re mad at me. You still need me to fuck you. If you didn’t, you’d be yelling my ears off right now.” She huffed, but didn’t move and Natasha knew she had her; she was as needy as Wanda was for this. The last few days had been frustrating and she was oh so eager to release all of her pent-up emotions. “It’s so much nicer when you realize I know best. I’ll take such good care of you, I always do.”

Shock overtook you as Wanda didn’t protest, not even a squeak. Neither of them would ever let anyone else get away with the chaos they’d been inflicting on each other. From dinner to this moment, anyone else who treated Wanda anywhere close to how Natasha did or vice versa, would be buried in several places by now. Entranced was the closest word to how you watched the two of them interact, Wanda’s indignant pout disappearing as Natasha kissed her, the most miniscule of gestures seemingly rendering your typically authoritative boss with all of her guards lowered.

You jolted as Natasha’s free hand cupped your chin, bringing you back to the tempting reality playing out just a few inches away. “Am I in trouble too?”

“Oh no, dear one, not at all. I have a job for you. Think you’re up for it?” You were agreeing before she finished, not having the slightest idea how she intended to use you. It didn’t matter; you didn’t need a contract to sway you towards this particular task.

“Good choice.” Natasha gave your cheek an almost patronizing pinch, her devious smirk reminiscent of what you’d seen when she’d first pulled you into her dinner endeavor two days prior.

Wanda pressed her nose into your neck, soft lips trailing over the thin skin of your throat. “You’ll enjoy yourself too, dove, I promise you that.” You hadn’t left the couch and already the two women surrounding you threatened to throw your brain into overdrive. Something about today felt different though. This time wasn’t nearly as intimidating with Wanda having already agreed; there was no way you could land in trouble when she’d be right next to you. All you had to do was survive their instruction; you’ve done that before. Natasha already looked so proud of your consent and that smile made you feel invincible. “Do you want to see what a good girl my wife can be?”

#andddd in 24 hours the next part is out 💖#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wandanat x reader #wandanat x female reader #wandanat x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #wandanat fic #wanda maximoff fic #natasha romanoff fic #wanda maximoff smut #natasha romanoff smut #maximotts #private hire au #motts writes.

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coffeelovesdramasalatte · 23 days

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LITA Ep. 5 Rewatch Thoughts Part 2

Phayu is looking WAY too happy to be called a bastard

Idk this shot is just funny

AHHHH It's our other resident cutie!! I missed you Prapai <3 Also yay for P' Aon and P' Saifah my beloveds

The exchange between Prapai and P' Saifah is so funny and I wish we'd gotten to explore the twins' and Prapai trio more in the show. That would've been so fun! As it stands take a P' Saifah side-eyeing self-proclaimed VIP Prapai

Ah so P' Saifah did hear things last night (poor him). Also I'mma need everyone to stop calling Phayu names when all he does is be a SIMP

If the beast was actually a puppy, sure. I'm not sure these boys know how metaphors work.

Poor Sky's world is about to get a lot windier with turbulence. It's not time for us to talk about that yet though. Also peep the manga collection, I stan

HE EVEN SNEEZES LIKE A KITTY I CAN'T HANDLE THIS CUTENESS

P' Phayu you're hilarious - wdym germ-spreader as if you don't literally stick your tongue down his throat in circa 5 minutes

Man is really gunning to impress the in-laws - do you see this smirk?? He knows he's won their favor (at least Mama Rain's so far). Poor Rain can feel himself being replaced as the favorite son >.<

I just know Phayu's inner-self is SCREAMING rn at seeing his triangle being so treasured by Rain. This is probably what prompted that very "you are my fate and the heavens themselves brought us together and ilysm" musical number coming up later on. Also for the millionth time, Boss has v nice hands heh

I love how utterly hypnotized Rain looks every time Phayu gets close to him. obsessed with this set of expressions, actually!

Why is Rain saying 'mia' with that look on his face so powerful?? Phayu sir how did you hold back from immediately smothering his face with kisses bc I certainly couldn't be that strong

Phayu I'm going to slap you bc what is this behavior?

Rain is understandably not ok. Noeul did a spectacular job here of giving us subdued shock and realistic tearing up. Generally speaking, he's a good crier (even in ep 3 I think he portrayed it well without overdoing it).

I love how they gave us dramatic thunder in the background to really impart the gravity of the situation. Foley artist I continue to love u <3

They also really went hard with the triangle imagery in this episode, or maybe that's just me seeing things. I do love how Rain's first instinct to get out of any Situation is to grab Phayu's arm.

"It's time to stop studying each other." Yeah ok say it without looking at Rain's lips like 50 times first, coward

You can see the tear track and Noeul does this little nose twitch here that's giving me poor meow meow. Even Phayu couldn't resist touching

Rain: is this clown serious rn?? we're talking about the WEATHER???

The audacity?!

Rain looks so distressed here, my poor son :(

He finally breaks and we get to see that oh-so-adorable-only-for-Rain nose crinkle. Phayu is lucky he's so cute or Rain would've pouted for a lot longer

Rain just went at him with the softest pillow in his arsenal. He's too nice.

I know every single one of you went back to the shot earlier of his clearly unmarked back when you first watched this. I should know. I squinted for like 5 full minutes. Phayu you're a liar :(

Rain hits him some more, and Phayu says he's already won. I really think this man looks wayyyy too smug, someone (Rain) should do something about it.

And we're back to the neck cradling. I continue to admire how quickly Rain just loses himself (as shown by his suddenly very focused on Phayu's face gaze)

To the next part we go!! Lots of sweetness ahead :)

#love in the air #lita the series #phayurain #bossnoeul #lita rewatch thoughts

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ferris-the-wheel · 5 months

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Hi! Your secret Santa event is so cute and original I'm dying to submit for it hehe! I'm a Sebek simp so can I request him? I imagine the gift giving would take place at the Diasomnia dorm, since nowhere else is worthy of Sebek’s time lol.

For a gift, I’d like to give him a collection of King Arthur's legends, especially the ones about knights and bravery!

Personality wise, I’m a very reserved person and I tend to be very polite but distant to people around me, unless they irritate or anger me, then I get a bit snarky and tend to judge them in my mind. When I’m comfortable, I tend to do and say anything to make others laugh, while also talking about my passions, like anatomy and fashion design. I enjoy giving gifts and spending money on others, and I hate being touched or looked down on. I also like people who are honest and willing to do things the hard way.

Thanks in advance, and have a wonderful day!!

I gotchu! ✨️ Man, this is my first time writing for Sebek, ngl I'm kinda nervous 😅 Also I'm glad that you like this event!!

Christmas Secret Santa Event

nb!reader x Sebek Zigvolt

: ̗̀➛ Scenario: You're helping put gifts under the Christmas tree in Diasomnia's lounge with Sebek.

A/N: Since reader isn't Yuu and is from Twisted Wonderland, I couldn't really see there being a storybook about King Arthur, so I improvised there but kept the original aspect of it. I hope you don't mind!

ೃ⁀➷ Just 💜

ೃ⁀➷ Established relationship

ೃ⁀➷ Reader isn't Yuu

TW: None

"What did you need my help with, Sebek?" You asked as you walked into the room. Sebek had a huge armful of wrapped presents in his arms that he began placing under the tree. He looked up when you spoke.

"Ah, human, there you are!" He said, smiling. He still used the term 'human' despite you being in a relationship, though it's more of an endearment to you rather than his normal disdainful one he used for others. "I request your assistance in placing presents under the Christmas tree!" He said, gesturing to the presents.

"Oh, alright. Aren't you usually with Malleus though? Why not have other students help?" You asked curiously, taking some presents from him and putting them under the tree. "W- Well, Malleus-sama requested that I do this as it's a very important job! And who am I to say no to such a task? I would be a fool to turn down such an honorable job." He replied, quickly turning away. He handed you another present.

"Sebek, is something wrong?" You asked, noticing his odd behavior. He turned back to you as you went to place the present under the tree with the others. "Eh— no, don't put that one there, human!" He blocked you. You looked at him with confusion. He finally spoke up. "That one's for you."

You looked down at the package and it indeed was for you, from Sebek. "I'd like for you to open it now." He mentioned, his face flushed but he still had a serious expression on his face. You almost laughed seeing it as it was clear that he was embarrassed. You opened the package to see a book with a swordsman on the cover.

"It's a book about sword movements and stances." He said, clearly proud of his gift. "Oh yes, there are also detailed pictures of outfits worn by famous swordsmen from Briar Valley, as well as descriptions of hand movements and stances. I thought that while you learned about weilding a sword, you might also enjoy the clothing and movements aspects of it as well." He added, noticing your odd look. With that cleared up, you grew noticeably happier as you realized that Sebek had indeed kept your interests in mind while getting you a gift.

"That's so sweet of you, Sebek!" You said. "But why didn't you wait to give it to me tomorrow for Christmas?" He got a bashful look on his face. "I... had intended to. But Lilia-sama suggested it. He said it'd be more romantic."

You almost laughed out loud as you realized that Lilia hadn't actually been serious and had been teasing Sebek, who had taken it completely seriously. You spotted the present that you'd planned to give to Sebek amongst the ones under the tree. You picked it up and handed it him, your face just as flushed as his had been. He looked confused.

"Since you gave me my gift early, it's only fair that I give you yours now as well." You explained. He looked surprised but nodded. He carefully opened the wrapping paper to reveal your gift to him. It was a book that contained a storybook about famous warriors from all over Twisted Wonderland and talked about their bravery and chivalry.

When Sebek realized what it was, he literally got tears in his eyes. "Thank you, Y/N!I shall treasure this book forever! It will be passed down for generations as—" You interrupted him with a laugh. "It's just a book, Sebek, not need to be dramatic!" In truth, you were very embarrassed by his words. Though Sebek wasn't having it. "It's a present from you, it should be celebrated!"

You gave up trying to lower the dramatics and accepted him fawning over the book for a few more minutes before reminding him that you still had work to do.

. . .

After you finished organizing the presents under the tree, you went to Malleus to see if there was anything else you could help with. You found him using magic to pin Christmas lights along the corridors.

"Hm? Well, I was going to go place the presents under the tree, so I suppose you may assist by going to check on the progress of the food in the kitchen. Silver should be overseeing that with Sebek, I believe." He responded, both of you knowing what would have happened had Lilia been allowed in the kitchen. Instead, the short fae had been sent to chop down more trees to decorate the halls.

"Oh, me and Sebek already did that." You said. Malleus looked surprised but nodded. "Well then, I suppose I can go check up on Lilia once I'm done with these lights. You'll go check up on things in the kitchen?" He asked.

"Yeah." You said, walking down the corridor to the kitchen. It only occurred to you after you left that apparently Malleus hadn't told Sebek to deal with the presents.

I'm doneeeeee 😍 It was super interesting trying to decide how Sebek would react to things because like I said, I haven't written for him before. I hope I did alright! This was actually pretty fun despite of that though! I hope everyone enjoyed! 💚

Taglist: @officialdaydreamer00 @cookiesandbiscuits @mermaidfanficlibrary @lyle-my-beloved @b-floyd-o-leech-b

#special christmas twst event #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #twisted wonderland sebek #sebek x reader

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infraaa · 1 year

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Hello, may I ask for a Longan Dragon cookie smut hcs?(bc i am a simp for a litteral cookie and they need more content)Thank you!!!

『sips longan fruit tea… oh aren’t we all. I love this little machiavellian piece of shit』

general smut headcanons — gender not specified

tw // nsfw themes, noncon, breeding, double penetration, cockwarming, possessive behavior, masturbation, sadism

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

Longan isn't a romantic. God forbid, they don't even know how to carry out a proper date without getting stiff, even if it's like twenty minutes long. Guy gets awkward fast.

One thing that he seems to be good at though is sex. For whatever reason, he can do this and not get awkward.

You see my dears, Longan doesn't make love, they're not a "making love" type of dragon. They more prefer the cute ten minutes like "boom boom bam bam bam bam," you know?

In other words, they fuck.

During their rut seasons, which most commonly occur in the beginning of spring and throughout summer, Longan can't stand being around their partner. They can't even take sitting next to you.

Their sense of smell increases, and they can smell your hormones bouncing off of you like a hyperactive little kid on a trampoline. Bro is going wild at the smell of you. So they do all that they can to isolate away from you.

They don't masturbate. It's messy and embarassing. So they do what any sexually frustrated dragon would do and bottle it up.

However they show this kind of energy in very passive ways.

They manspread when they sit in their throne room. God it's hot too. They'll put their hand to your thigh and gently squeeze it when they're trying to tell you not to get too close and chit chatty with the other dragons if they're around. They'll walk with you with a hand on your hip or your waist, excentuating the fact that they are dog gone possessive as hell.

They do care about you... so much so that they wouldn't mind breeding you if that meant that they could show the dragons that you are theirs.

Making you sit on top of them in their throneb room as you beg for him to either allow you to move or for them to move you as you could feel their two cocks fill you up... all at once.

They enjoy your little whines of needy pleasure.

Longan doesn't really know how to be nice, and as well they don't really care if it's in the middle of the night or if you're busy during the day. When Longan says they're in rut, they are in rut. Clearly an indication that they're horny and ready to fuck. They are mean as hell too in the bed. Rough, tough, and ready to make you scream and shout (and let it all out, annd scream and shout and let it out, and it goes on and on and on and on-)

ok nevermind but ANYWAY-

Loves it when you cry. Whether it be from fear or pleasure or pain. They just love seeing your crocodile tears flood from your tear ducts as they have their way with you.

They also enjoy it when you wear different types of servant outfits... like a maid's dress for example.

Albiet they may seem loveless... they aren't. Remember, Longan does care about their partner. If they didn't, they probably wouldn't be alive to tell the tale of how they met the great Ivory Dragon, with all their mercy. And because they do care, they are also great at aftercare and often look for new things to treat their partner with after such a rough, yet intimate act.

Bubble baths are a must. Something about the warm clean smelling water with you huddled against them makes them smile a little inside... and here he thought love was pointless.

They also really like massages and praise, whether giving or recieving. It's a reminder to not only you but to homself that not only they are good enough, but you. You are also good enough.

#infrawrites #infradelivers #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run #infra@212!#crob #x reader #cookie run ovenbreak #longan dragon cookie

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lovelaetter · 1 year

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cat!yeji just being a menace sometimes leaving small wet patches in your place when she’s on heat that when you come home you’ll just see her on the couch wearing your shirt and sniffing your underwear as she tries to get off but she can’t cause somehow you can make her calm down during her heat

always ready, always wet, always in her best behavior but damn does she want you to wreck her holes until she can’t walk properly for days

i also see her getting a bit jealous when you hang out with ryujin and puppy!lia but she trusts lia just not ryujin so you gotta reassure her that there’s nothing going on and that ryujin and lia are together and this is getting long but just yeji being the softest sweetest girl that she’ll do anything to please you but also be a brat sometimes if she doesn’t get what she want

kitten!yeji who rides your pillow while sniffing your underwear searching for some release during her heat but all that happens is she gets more and more turned on and her cunt is so slick that she can’t barely feel any pleasure :( frustration creeping up her body until she can’t stand it anymore and tosses the pillow somewhere in the room, ready to cry :( coming back home and walking inside your bedroom to find your pillow on the floor, clearly not on the state you left you, and your kitten laying on her belly, still holding your underwear close to her face and desperately working her fingers on her pussy, wet noises filling the room :( she’s so distressed, lifting her ass in the air and spreading her legs for you as soon she takes notice of your presence.

insatiable thing she is, type to crawl on top of you when you think you’re done and stare at you for a moment, then meowing, getting herself in position and you back inside her. and you’re always like “again?!” like, there’s no way she can take more but spoiler, she can.

her being jealous of ryujin is so funny cause it’s so clear that she only has eyes for her puppy but yeji swears there’s something suspicious about her. she only calms down after listening to lia saying how much she loves ryujin and the other way around too and how happy she is with her and also after eavesdropping a conversation between you and ryujin where ryujin was saying the same and being the biggest simp for lia… but she still side eyes ryujin from time to time 😭

#asks #itzy smut #yeji smut

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akihatohnoofficial · 6 months

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r/akihaowners

A place for questions and conversations about owning and caring for your Akiha. For photos and videos, check out r/akihas.

14.7k masters | 19 online | Top 5% ranked by size

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Topic: [Adopting] Where to Boy Akihas

u/throwaway5318008 posted 3 hours ago:

Hey guys i'm looking to buy an Akiha, but i'm a college student so i don't have a lot of money right now. how cheap can i get one for?

EDIT: BUY I MEANT BUY. FUCK I CAN'T CHANGE THE TITLE.

u/charzardass replied 2 hours ago:

Fellow boy-Akiha enjoyer detected ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) A man of culture, I see.

If you want one for cheap and don't mind buying used, check your local Facebook marketplace or Craigslist. I've been lucky enough to get several for under $50 ea. Happy hunting!

u/pm-me-akiha-titties replied 3 hours ago:

If you're a college student, the cost of buying an Akiha isn't your biggest concern. You'll need to pay for routine veterinary care, clothing, a cane (many cheap Akihas won't be sold with a cane), enrichment (Akihas don't like being left alone! What are you going to do when you're in classes?), and, of course, food? The Akiha Care Guide provides an estimate of monthly expenses for Akiha raising.

| u/throwaway5318008 (OP) replied 2 hours ago:

| Yeah i live in a dorm but its a single so i dont have roommates. And i was thinking she could just hang out in my apartment while im in class? And i can bring back food from the dining hall. So i dont think she really needs clothes or whatever if shes in my room the whole time.

|| u/knightyknight replied 1 hour ago:

|| yeah OP you can ignore that simp. some people love to spoil and coddle their akihas and then warn eeeeeeveryone how expensive they are. well of course they're expensive if you treat them like people.

|| anyways I have a buddy who's an akiha breeder so I get mine for dirt cheap. you can always try to find a breeder in your area and offer to buy the dams off them once they stop being fertile -- they'll usually sell them for next to nothing to clear up space for the next young dams. ===

Topic: [Advice] How to make less noisy?

u/SmolTaterTot posted 7 hours ago:

Hi folks. I recently bought an Akiha, and I love him to pieces! The only problem is... I don't think I was prepared for how noisy they can be. Mine's always meowing and moaning and whining all day and night. I've read the FAQs, so I tried hitting him when he wakes me up in the middle of the night, but he hasn't stopped. Any advice?

u/himejooooooshi replied 5 hours ago:

UNGRATEFUL [huffy face][huffy face] being whiny and needy is an Akiha's charm point

u/ArrowToTheNiichan replied 7 hours ago:

You done goofed. You clearly aren't giving him enough attention since he's crying all the time, so hitting him (i.e. giving him attention) when he wakes you up is just encouraging the behavior. Go back and RTFM again, specifically the part about behavioral conditioning.

But it's true that Akihas tend to be pretty loud no matter what. Some vets can remove the vocal cords for you if it really bothers you that much, but insurance won't cover it. Good luck.

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Topic: TIFU by getting a "friendly" pair of akihas

u/sirtwixalot posted 12 hours ago:

I read that akihas need attention and get lonely easily, but they can also be intimidated by unfamiliar akihas, so I decided to buy a pair of akihas from the same breeder so that they could keep each other company.

I got them Friday afternoon, and they spent Saturday and Sunday grooming each other and wrestling together. One of them calls the other "nee-san," and the other calls the first one her "puppy." So they seemed to be getting along really well. I wasn't even having the problems with them refusing to bathe or eat that I hear sometimes happens with akihas. So I thought they seemed like really good companions for each other.

Then on Monday.... I went to work and left them at the house.

When I came back... I think I'd be banned if I described what I saw.

Imagine if a jar of mayo exploded all over a bed.

Sooooooo TIFU.

u/himejooooooshi replied 9 hours ago:

No problem detected... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

u/SmolTaterTot replied 10 hours ago:

DUDE

u/ArrowToTheNiichan replied 11 hours ago:

Does no one actually read the FAQs before they buy one of these things anymore?

u/charzardass replied 11 hours ago:

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO

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Topic: [Advice] How to beat an Akiha in a one-on-one basketball game?

u/Point_Me_@_The_Sky posted 2 hours ago:

#oh my GOD anon #fav #ask #anonymous

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otakusheep15 · 1 year

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My (possibly controversial) Twisted Wonderland Opinions

I see a lot of these on TikTok and such, so I wanted to make my own. Remember that these are all my own personal opinions, and I do not claim that any of these are canon or factually correct. If you don't agree, that's fine, just remember to be respectful.

Just as a fair warning, most of this is me being pissed off at the fandom for how it treats certain characters/players, so if that might offend you, I'd suggest scrolling past this one.

The fandom as a whole really tends to mischaracterize Kalim and I'm pretty sick of it. He's actually a very intelligent character with a deep, tragic backstory. Kalim is not your "small cinnamon roll" or "precious baby," he is a teenage boy with serious mental issues. The only reason he is so kind and bubbly is because he wants people to like him. If people like him, they have less reason to try and kill him. That is why he tries to be so nice. It is for his own personal safety. It's the same reason as to why he tries to salvage his relationship with Jamil so hard. Yes, he does still care about Jamil, but Kalim is fully aware that Jamil is the most trustworthy person in his life, and without him, Kalim could be put in serious danger. Kalim is a good person, but he is also very selfish, and does things so that people will like him more, and I'm tired of the fandom pretending like he's some innocent cinnamon roll when he's much deeper than that.

The way this fandom treats male/non-binary players is honestly so horrible, especially when Yuuka was first introduced. I have seen countless posts of female players being rude and disrespectful towards non-female players simply because they were hoping for a non-female protagonist in the anime and mangas. It's annoying and disrespectful, and I wish we could all stop fighting and just enjoy the game without the negativity. Not every female player is like this, but I see it enough that it needs to be called out.

I need certain members of this fandom to realize that most of these boys are minors. The majority of the main cast are 16-17, and only a few of the students are 18+. It feels like so many people in this fandom forget how young some of these characters are, and it shows in the way said characters are treated. It feels especially weird when I see people in their 20s and up simping after the first years, who are all 16. I don't really mind people who age them up for things like fanfics, but it's still kind of creepy to see.

Rook has been such a creep in this game since he was introduced, and people still treat it like it's a non-issue. He has such a track record of stalking students, being weird or creepy towards them, and making unnecessary comments. There was even a side story where he body shamed Vil because he put on a little extra weight. This man is not a good man, and more people need to realize that his behaviors are not okay and they are not justified, especially when several other characters have mentioned how freaked out they are because of him.

Many of the characters in this game have severe levels of depression, but the fandom still shits on them despite this. Leona and Idia are two good examples of this. People are constantly hating on Leona because he's rude or lazy, but most of his personality shows clear signs of depression. It's canon that he was neglected for pretty much his whole life, and, after a while, he just gave up on trying since no one cared. This is clearly depression, and yet the fandom treats it like this was all his own choice, which is annoying. Same with Idia: he's very clearly depressed and still struggles with Ortho's death, yet the fandom continues to make fun of him and bully him for it, and it pisses me off. What makes it worse is that the same people idolize other characters like Cater, who also shows signs of depression. They love him and can clearly see his signs just fine, yet they choose to ignore it in other characters.

And that's all I have for now. If I think of any more, I'll either add to this one or make a part two, whichever I feel like in the moment. If you were offended by any of this, I apologize (but you're probably someone who needed to hear this anyways). If you disagree with any of this or want to share your own opinions, feel free to (politely) do so in the comments or tags, and I will gladly read them all. Any rude behavior will be deleted and blocked immediately, so don't try that shit with me.

#twisted wonderland #twst #kalim al asim #yuuka twst #jamil viper #twst first years #rook hunt #cater diamond #idia shroud #leona kingscholar #twst opinions #hot takes

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ackermental · 1 year

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Li Susu's protection squads popping all over the place, as if we shouldn't recognize her assassination plot as a wrong way to go about this whole mess 🙄. As if she herself won't admit she was wrong and will apologize for the Nails later on.

The greatest thing about tteotm is that both of them did fuck up. And Susu isn't a saint. She actually has a lot of malice in her soul (cough, Ye Xiwu, cough).

Her growing understanding that things aren't so black and white as she thought they were, is her whole character development. She has to start wrong, in order to become a better person. That's how good protagonist characterisation works.

So yeah, actually people saying that she's naive and acts stupid are right at this point in the story.

Like, same goes for TTJ. I actually feel quite irritated by people claiming that he's all good and healed now. Even though he's clearly still on high from all of the sensations the Dream gave him, and he's basically using Ye Xiwu as a current conductor for pleasant feelings. As if him getting drunk on it is a good thing. As if him getting addicted to the woman who abused him in the past is in any way normal and an 'uwu, what a perfect simp husband' situation.

I wish more people would appreciate how the writers are struggling to make him a twisted individual, even with the cenzors breathing down their necks. How he gets suspicious. How he acts as a good Emperor because it's a logical thing to do, or he just takes those actions based on his own trauma. How he says quite clearly that he doesn't care if other people love him. How his past experience with copying others behavior in order for people to like him, becomes useful in learning how to be a perfect Emperor.

How he didn't 'give up' on revenge. It's just that revenge doesn't feel like much. What makes him feel right now are: power and Ye Xiwu. And I loved how in episode 23 it was again pointed out very clearly. I love how he kept his sweet, loving smile on his face, while telling Xiwu to not dare ask for Xiao Lin's pardon. How delighted he was while killing the assassins.

The progress ofc is there. For both of them. But with a 300 days time limit, it's just simply not enough.

The writers should do something more about TTJ, though. They should let him do one unhinged thing, that will push Li Susu over the edge.

It will still be a foolish plan that will backfire right away, but at least then we could support all of her wrongs much easier.

As I've said many times before, I love Susu as a character. Let your female protagonists make mistakes, let the narrative and the audience criticize their naivety and fuck ups. It makes them so much better.

#till the end of the moon #honestly just let ttj go at least a little bit crazy so that we can support both of their wrongs 😫#you dont have to show us anything #just tell us during some court meeting that he tortured and killed xiao lin or something

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retrievablememories · 8 months

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only have eyes 42 | yeri, taeyong (m)

pairings: vampire yeri x fem black reader, vampire taeyong x fem black reader summary: it’s surprisingly easy to be seduced by two benevolent strangers who fill in the empty spaces of your life—especially when you have no clue of their true nature. genre: romance, vampire!au, 1800s!au word count: 4.3k warnings: mentions of traditional gender roles/pressures to get married. blood consumption. kissing. biting. sexual tension. no full smut but suggestive content so MDNI. virgin!reader i guess? taeyong’s kind of a simp. voyeurism/eavesdropping. more creep behavior from taeyong. did i unintentionally write sugar mommy!yeri? well. undercurrents of manipulation/deceit. yeri and taeyong are fake cousins. gonna very tentatively put infidelity here just in case, although yeri and taeyong are both in on everything that’s happening between them and y/n, so… a/n: this is a sequel of sorts to “steal you,” set a few years after the initial events, with a different MC…as the previous one is dead. i unintentionally retconned some things in the original fic while writing this, but whatever!

note that precise historical accuracy wasn't the aim here, since these are only vignettes/scenarios and not a full story (yet?)

there’s a lot of background context that’s not (explicitly) mentioned here, so i'm thinking of writing a larger fic for this? we'll see...this is really just self-indulgent bisexual thoughts lmao 🙃

Days spent running the dress shop with your mother and youngest sister are often hectic and occasionally slow, but rarely are they fun. At least not for you. The kind customers make up for the rude and impatient ones, but there is only so much smiling you can do when your mother’s friends and acquaintances keep stopping in to ask you Have you found a suitor yet? or I can still arrange a meeting for you with my son, if you’d like!

Both your sisters had already found husbands. Your middle sister married at 20, and you hardly see her anymore since she went to live with her husband’s family. The youngest married at 19, but her husband still allows her to keep working at the shop because of how much she enjoys it—and because all money she earns goes directly to him, of course.

With you being 24 and having already rejected more than one proposal from men you hardly knew, everyone has been breathlessly expecting you to follow suit. You try in vain to ignore their expectations. You aren’t sure you’ve ever felt any romantic love for another person before—not the way your sisters or others describe it—and though the mounting pressure vexes you, you are mostly okay with that reality. You can’t miss what you’ve never had.

Until, one day, a particular woman walks into the shop.

You haven’t seen her in the shop before, or anywhere else around the city, and you are certain she would’ve remained in your memory if you had.

Years from now, when you think back to how this inscrutable woman altered your life’s path, you’ll remember this first day so clearly—all because it was raining. It was not the type of bone-soaking downpour you’ve always hated, but a gentler shower.

A man accompanies the woman, carrying a delicate pink and white umbrella above her head as he opens the door for her. When she steps inside, some water droplets roll off the umbrella and onto her pinned-up black hair, making her shiver when they reach her neck and slide into her collar. That small motion makes you smile in amusement before you can stop yourself, and at the same time, you catch her eye. She takes your expression as a welcoming smile and returns the gesture.

With her smooth skin, perfectly curved Cupid’s bow, and captivating eyes, she is remarkably beautiful.

You do not know who the man is, just assuming him to be a servant by the way he is holding her things and attending to her, but you find your eyes also lingering on him, despite yourself. He has a nice side-profile reminiscent of one you’d see in a painting, with a sloping nose, a handsomely formed bone structure, and plump lips. The second thing you notice is that his clothes are of a higher-quality than many of the servants you see daily; maybe he isn’t one at all. You’d gotten so into the habit of making (usually correct) assumptions about the shop’s patrons.

“Good morning. Fine weather today, isn’t it?” you say with a laugh.

The man gives an answering chuckle. “If you like nearly being washed into the gutter, maybe.”

“You’re endlessly dramatic,” the woman comments, raising a gloved hand to check for any more water droplets in her hair. Even her small movements are graceful in a way that comes naturally.

“...So, how may I assist you?” you ask, giving them both your attention while trying to avoid seeming like you’re staring.

“My lovely cousin Yerim here—” The man pinches the woman’s chin, and she sweeps his hand away in shocked annoyance “—is incredibly indecisive and has made me take her to every dressmaker on this side of London, so I do hope you have something here that catches her eye.”

“It’s not been every dressmaker,” Yerim clarifies, rolling her eyes with a small grin. “But your dresses in the window seemed exceptionally pretty, so I was curious.”

“Oh, of course. There are more fabrics like those, if you’ll follow me.”

You and Yerim look over the rows of available fabrics, and you give some recommendations on patterns and colors you think would fit her. She listens diligently as you talk, as if she couldn’t be more interested in anything else. A bit flustered by the attention, you end up keeping your eyes on the fabrics more than on her face.

As you’re explaining a particular material, she grasps the edge of the fabric you’re holding, brushing her lacy-gloved thumb across it until the digit bumps into the side of your hand. She giggles discreetly and only moves her hand away—causing the lace to slide across your skin—after it’s already lingered for what’s considered a little longer than normal.

You struggle not to pause in your speech as your mind stalls on that moment, giving her an apologetic smile when you stammer anyway. You don’t yet understand why you’re reacting like this, but the meaning will become clear to you in due time.

“You’re certain Taeyong won’t mind being left behind?”

He’d been accompanying the two of you on your walk through the park, which is scarcely filled with people at this time of day. Everyone else is at work, which you normally would’ve been too. Except for Yerim—who had enough money that your impromptu free day could be easily pulled off, and who’d nearly begged you to come out with her by offering to pay for two days’ worth of your earnings. It was a difficult overture to reject, and your mother had surprisingly few complaints about it. Not when part of the money was also going into her own purse.

Now, it’s just you and Yerim walking along the path together, as Taeyong had become preoccupied with ogling at a family of geese sunbathing in a field. You think it’s a bit eccentric how he always gets lost in excitement over stray animals and pets and the like, but that’s just how he is. You aren’t actually concerned about him being left behind, but more so because he’ll complain to Yerim about her “stealing you away” for the rest of your outing if you let him.

Yerim’s deeply rose-pink lips draw up in a smirk, and she rolls her eyes. “He’ll be quite fine by himself. Believe me, he survived well long before me.”

“You two seem to get along quite well. Most cousins I know have a world of problems between them. Families are so aggravatingly complex.”

Yerim gazes ahead down the path, as if she’s suddenly lost in her thoughts. Sunlight peeks through the lace trimming of herhatand creates shadowy patterns on her face. She often wears one of her pretty hats or even uses an umbrella when she steps out during the day, claiming her skin burns easily. “We both want the same things, so it makes it easier to relate to each other.”

“Well, now that’s intriguing. What similar things do you both want?”

Yerim looks at you, turning her body toward you with the motion, and you feel like you’ve suddenly got the sun bearing down on you in all its fullness. She slips her hat off, as if doing so will help her see better, and grasps the brim of it in her gloved hands.

“Life,” she replies, and though she doesn’t explain further, it feels like the type of answer with a world of meaning behind it.

“Life,” you repeat, and you try not to sound incredulous or mocking. “I would think you’d already experienced any spoils of life you could dream of and then some.”

“There’s always more.” Yerim says it with the subtle intensity of someone who harbors a constant hunger just beneath the surface, a yearning that even you can pick up on. It makes your skin become hot, and you internally chastise yourself because you’re sure she doesn’t intend it how you’re assuming. “Don’t you want more, too?”

“I suppose so,” you answer.

“Do you?” Yerim asks again, like she wants you to expand upon your response.

“The dress shop is fine,” you say, though that doesn’t feel truthful, “but it…would be nice to travel the world.” You speak the first desire that comes to mind, which makes it seem more real now that you’ve acknowledged it aloud.

“Hmm, wouldn’t that be nice? You could do just that.” Yerim comes to a stop in the middle of the pathway, and you do too, looking back at her to see why she’s paused. Yet again, she doesn’t give any hint about how doing just that could be possible in your current circumstances.

She twirls the large, lacy hatin her hand and holds it up in front of both of you, so that if anyone were coming from the other direction—say, another park visitor, or Taeyong—they wouldn’t see your faces. “But, even more importantly, there’s something I want to show you. Close your eyes.”

Her voice is measured and secretive. Her eyes are mischievous. The air thickens between you in the few seconds that you stare at each other within the concealment her hat provides, and it surprises you how quickly you come to the conclusion of what this something must be.

“Here?” you murmur.

Yerim nods, her face betraying no apprehension, only sweet anticipation. “Close your eyes?” she asks again. And so you do, your lips twitching into a small smile before you try to assume a straight face.

While you’re looking at the backs of your eyelids, you hear her heeled boots shuffling in the dirt and feel her presence growing closer. There’s a pause, an exhalation like she’s laughing without sound, then the press of those rose-pink lips upon yours.

This lovely woman who’s always in your shop, with a face you can hardly look away from and an ever-present magnetic aura, has her mouth over your own, her free hand grasping your waist earnestly. Her mouth is gentle and warm, and that familiar rose petal scent envelopes you.

It’s the first time you’ve kissed each other, but it feels like you’ve already done this multiple times before. The nerves you expected to feel are not there—there is only the soft familiarity, the fragrance of her perfume, and the warmth of her hand on your waist.

It’s a short kiss, which you try not to feel disappointed about. Yerim understands your desire and finds it amusing. She offers you a knowing smile, but she won’t give you any more unless you ask for it, and right now, your pride is still too stubborn to allow that. You’re still unsure why this lavishly moneyed woman is wanting to spend so much time with you, or what the mysterious things she says mean, or if there could be something else to all of this. What something else is, though, you have not a clue.

It wasn’t your intention to spend the night at Yerim’s home. But after you finish an exhausting day of tending to customers and working on complex sewing projects, she brings you to her house for the first time to have dinner. And you get so caught up in eating and touring every nook and cranny of the place—which really wasn’t as large as you expected it to be—and even playing a game of cards with her and Taeyong, that she insists it’s too late at night for you to go back home. Surely, you could wait until morning for them to return you to your own residence before work?

Before you know it, you are lying next to Yerim in her bed during the dark and early hours of the morning, gazing at the rest of the room through the wispy fabric draped around her canopy bed. You could’ve slept in a guest room of your choosing, but somehow, you’d been talked right into her bed. And it did not take much convincing for you to acquiesce.

“Are you happy?” Yerim asks. She hasn’t bothered to climb under the covers, and neither have you. She lies down with her arms folded across her stomach, knees bent, and toes curling absentmindedly into the comforter. This position makes her nightgown pool around her waist, exposing the length of her legs under the opposing candlelight and moonglow. You try not to stare. You don’t know how she has this much energy at night, as her body has hardly stopped moving since you began getting ready for bed.

“Yes, actually…I had a lovely time this evening, despite the earlier exhaustion.”

Yerim smiles. “I mean in general. Do you fancy working at the dress shop? You told me it was ‘fine,’ but you always seem so…unlively when I come in—in that split second before you notice my presence…”

“What do you get out of being that observant?” you ask, somewhat jokingly.

“It means I know everything.” She says it with some air of seriousness, as if she were truly granted omniscient powers you weren’t aware of. You only blink in response. “Now, why do you look that way?”

“Maybe I am just…stressed.”

Yerim turns onto her stomach and props her head up on her arms, using her pillow as a support, and your own stomach involuntarily tumbles with her gaze fixed on you. “What distresses you?”

Glancing up at the patterned ceiling, you close your eyes for a long moment and let the ensuing darkness surround you. It’s somewhat comforting. “My mother is anticipating that I should find a proper husband soon. We make money from the shop and live fairly comfortably that way, but she insists I must have a man to take care of me, like my sisters.” You sigh deeply as you continue with, “And bear children, of course.”

Yerim laughs like you’ve told a joke she can’t believe, and you are startled, as nothing you’ve said is particularly amusing.

“Shall we find you a proper husband who will support you handsomely, then?” she suggests through a giggle.

Your brows draw together, and you turn your head to look at her and those errant eyes. “Who?” You begin to regret mentioning this at all, wondering if she’ll actually use her social standing to contribute to the effort of marrying you off to some wealthy stranger. Surely, this will not be the culmination of your friendship…

Yerim moves so that she’s on her hands and knees now, and she doesn’t stop shifting until she’s hovering over you. You watch with eyes growing wide as her arms cage you on either side of your body, her legs sliding between yours. “Me. I will be the proper husband who supports you handsomely.”

Finally, a hesitant yet amused grin disrupts the prior confusion on your face. “Really? And who will approve of that?”

“That hardly matters. We’ll need no one’s approval.”

Her hair falls over her shoulders and dangles in front of you, and you part it like a curtain to brush away the shadows obscuring her face. Her visage is half-shadow and half-candlelight, reminiscent of an oil painting. The glitter of her eyes and the glint of her teeth as she smiles are sharp, as if you could be physically cut by these flashes of light, and your chest stirs with something like unease for a moment. You don’t know why.

Your voice is quiet when you say, “You won’t find any opposition from me, then.”

“In that case, close your eyes again.”

“Why? Perhaps I don’t want to lose this view.”

Yerim draws her index finger across your lower lip. “I’ll give you a gift—one like that day in the park.”

Your heart stutters at the thought. “Do what you will,” you murmur, letting your eyelids slip down.

The same hand that was on your mouth takes your chin in a loose grip, and you make a small noise when she lowers her body flush against yours.

Her kiss is no longer soft or brief. Her lips press against yours as if she means to meld every part of your beings together, her tongue slotting itself into your mouth, and you accept the proposition.

You kiss until your lips hurt, though that’s more likely from the way she keeps biting your bottom lip until she draws blood—and then she kisses you even more feverishly as if she’s invigorated from the bloodshed, the primal quality of it. It makes your lip sting, but you realize you like the sensation.

Her body continually shifts against yours during your embrace, and by the time she separates from your mouth to give your neck a wild, messy lick, your underwear has grown damp and your legs knock clumsily into hers. Dizzy with lust you’ve never encountered before, you find you’re unable to do anything but lie prone and let her do what she wishes to you.

Meanwhile, Taeyong stands outside of the door as still as a statue, listening to the now-familiar sound of your blood rushing and your heart pulsing—the unique rhythm of every human’s blood that defines their very existence. No two bodies are ever quite the same. The sweet music of your blood is punctuated by your small murmurs and moans, and he doesn’t need to press his ear to the door to hear clearly, but the absurdly human desire to do so is still there, if only to get closer…

He knows that Yerim must realize he’s out there, listening in like a pervert, and he does not care.

You’re sitting at Yerim’s kitchen table sewing a rip in a scarf of yours when you prick your finger on the needle. You drop your materials from the shock of the sudden injury and hold your finger, watching blood bead up on the pad of it as it throbs with pain. Taeyong is away from the kitchen counter and by your side before you even register it, and you are slightly startled by him sliding into the seat next to you.

“What?” you ask.

“Can I see it?”

“Is there any gauze?” you ask, showing him your finger.

Taeyong carefully grasps your wrist with both hands. “For this little wound? It’ll stop bleeding in minutes.” There’s a certain urgency to his movements and his tone that makes you curious. “All it needs is this.”

Taeyong presses his lips to your finger as if to soothe it. You’ve licked your own cuts after the many times you’ve been pricked while sewing, but to have someone else do it, and in such a manner, was…strange. The action enflames your body; it seems oddly more satisfying than it should be to him, as if he gets some kind of bizarre gratification from it. He inhales deeply and doesn’t move his mouth; he just keeps it pressed against the cut until he finally moves your finger away, the sphere of your blood broken and smeared across his lips. He drags his tongue across his lower lip to rid it of the blood smear, and your body twitches; you want to look away. You feel like you’re witnessing something obscene and private you aren’t meant to see.

You don’t say anything as he takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes the rest of the blood away from your finger before quickly tucking the cloth back into its place. You wonder if he’ll wash it; it’ll be ruined by your blood otherwise.

Unbeknownst to you, he will take this handkerchief out in the privacy of his room later that night and press his face into it, breathing in the faint scent of your blood and imagining the faded taste of it on his lips.

“Are you well?” he asks.

“...It still hurts. I didn’t think a silly kiss would help,” you answer, and chuckle quietly to try to defuse the nerve-wracking atmosphere of that earlier moment.

“Fine, hold on a minute.”

Taeyong finds gauze in another room and comes back to wrap a small piece of it around your finger, protecting your cut from the outside world. Afterwards, you’re about to slip your hand out of his when his grip tightens, and you pause.

“What’s troubling you?” you ask, already knowing something is amiss from the furrow in his eyebrows and the tension in his body that wasn’t there before.

Taeyong drops his head, pressing his forehead to your wrist, and you think he might sob or collapse for no apparent reason. Alarmed, you’re about to speak again when you realize this isn’t the case; he lifts his head so that you can see him lower his lips to your hand again. He kisses the back of your hand in a way that’s markedly different from his previous touch; this one is more sensual, intentional in its purpose to rouse a response from you. His mouth trails a path down to your uninjured ring finger, and you observe silently as he bites the tip of it softly.

“I’m jealous of you and Yerim…” The confession comes out in a sigh, like it’s a sound his body needs to release rather than a thought-out sentence.

“Jealous…” It’s not a question, as you already had an idea of this in the back of your mind, but you don’t know why he’s chosen now to mention it.

“I’d also like to know just how soft your lips feel, or what they taste like…” Taeyong keeps kissing the tips of your fingers and your knuckles slowly, almost like he’s pretending your hand is your mouth with how engrossed he is in this task. You find this shameless display simultaneously embarrassing and appealing in some deep part of yourself; it’s the way he prostrates himself before you, flays open his hidden desires to you. “I’d like you to touch my body the same way you touch hers…I’d like to make you moan desperately the same way she does, late at night when you believe me to be asleep.”

Your only answer is a rough exhalation. Your dress feels uncomfortably hot; you wonder how he knows of those things. Does he stand outside the door? Listen at the wall? You didn’t realize the walls were that thin around here, and you think maybe you should be more put-off by his unabashed eavesdropping.

“What do you say to that?” he asks, lifting his head to look at you.

“I say it’s rather pathetic,” you answer, meaning it wholeheartedly—and for some reason, the pitiable state of his desire makes it more alluring to you. There’s a thoughtful pause between the two of you. You make no move to reject him when he leans closer, staring at your lips. One of his hands releases yours and touches your throat instead, his fingertips splaying to rest above your pulse.

“Then allow me to make myself appear even more pathetic in your eyes for just a moment.” Taeyong’s so close that his lips almost brush yours when he speaks. Your mouths connect only for a second before the front door opens. That brief touch of his lips to yours is all you receive.

The separation between you widens to its original innocuous breadth as Taeyong sits back in his seat. He is placing your hand back into your lap when Yerim walks into the kitchen a few moments later, and she abruptly stops in the doorway. You think she must be upset because she has somehow figured out what transpired. In actuality, she is cross because of the lingering smell of your blood in the air, which your human senses can’t pick up.

“Yerim…” you say, your throat feeling choked. You two hadn’t spoken seriously about a relationship, especially not with the dilemma of your mother still hunting for a husband for you and the fact that you’d both be shunned, but you realize that kissing your lover’s cousin is probably not the way to go about things.

Yerim walks over to the two of you and greets you as she normally would. “Y/N,” she says calmly, stroking a finger against your cheek; there’s always some part of her body touching yours whenever you meet. The same hand lands tightly on Taeyong’s shoulder afterwards, and the smile she gives him is close-mouthed and unnatural. He looks up at her with a face that isn’t guilty, but more curious and slightly irritated. “You haven’t been hurt badly, have you?” she asks, glancing at the gauze on your finger.

“Oh…no. It was just a pinprick,” you say, tentatively picking your sewing materials up off the table. Yerim’s tension rescinds when she notices the sewing needle, though her gaze towards Taeyong stays suspicious. “I…think I’ll just go and put this away for now.”

The two wait until you leave the room to speak in barely audible tones.

“Remember our arrangement,” Yerim whispers, unable to keep the disgust out of her voice.

“You’re eager to lambast me for bloodshed I didn’t even cause, yet you drew her blood on her first night here. Who exactly has forgotten themselves?”

Yerim’s tone is perfectly matter-of-fact when she responds with, “I have more self-control than you—as all the unsuspecting human women of London you’ve ravaged are well-aware of your lack.” She levels Taeyong with a deadpan look. “She wasn’t in any danger with me that night.”

“You’re fond of drawing this dance out beyond reason, and then you have the audacity to be surprised when one’s patience wears thin.”

“Then maybe I’ll return to finding prey on my own if you’re so worn thin. Do recall that you’re the one who asked me to help you sweep up all your mess from the beginning, so I’d speak more carefully if I were in your place.”

“Just unbelievable,” Taeyong mutters as Yerim brushes past him without a second glance. His fingers twitch over the pocket where the blood-smeared handkerchief rests, but he dismisses the urge to pull it out now.

Self-control, he thinks. You have no monopoly on self-control.

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