#this is one sided because you came anonymously into my ask box
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No One’s Sidekick
Jason Todd x teen!reader
warnings: needles and guns and death mentions ya know
a/n: ok i was gonna do headcanons for this but honestly it sparked a lot of inspiration so im actually writing a oneshot for it this is a ONE IN A MILLION CHANCE bc im very picky about when to write oneshots ily. might do hcs also just cuz arkham knight is my passion. (honestly i should have just done hcs idk if i like where i went with this LMAO)
prompt: anonymous: “hi idk if you write Arkham Jason Todd but if if you do is it possible if you can do a Arkham Jason Todd x fem teen reader and reader is his sidekick”
Imagine a life where you had nothing, you were the lowest anyone could go, and you were just a kid. Now imagine that there was someone standing in front of you, telling that same story, and offering you a chance to turn it all around because they knew how it felt to be you.
That someone was Jason Todd. You found each other by chance, somewhere in the Gotham slums. He walked past you down a dimly lit alley full of used needles and rotting trash, noticing a kid just a few years younger hiding from the world. You noticed a guy in a hoodie hiding a nasty scar on his cheek.
He reached out a hand, hoping you’d take it. He saw a look in your eyes that you’d been like this a while. And you might have noticed the same in his. Which is why after trusting nobody for years, you took this stranger’s hand. “I remember when I was a kid waiting in shitty places woth the hope someday it’d change. And it did one day. Someone found me and changed my life.” He explained after buying you a burger and fries.
“Was it for the better?” You asked him with a mouthful of food.
“I don’t know anymore.” He looked shaken himself, and you could tell by the bags under his eyes this may have been a subject that kept him up at night, maybe took up his waking moments, too. “How long have you been alone?”
“Practically forever. Every once in a while I felt like I was on steady ground and then…something always happens.” You sighed, taking a sip of your soda. “But I learned how to get by on my own. I had to. And I have to protect myself.” Jason raised a brow.
“You protect yourself yet you’re willing to go off with a stranger?” He asked, giving you a warm smile.
“Jason, right?” He nodded at the question. “Jason Todd?” His expression dropped. Before he could stammer out a response, you leaned back on your side of the booth and said, “everyone around here knows you one way or another, but everyone thought you were dead after you disappeared.”
“Did you know who I was when you came here with me?” Jason spoke lowly.
“Nope.” You flatly responded. “But I figured it out along the way. You used to live in my building when I was a kid, I knew I recognized you from somewhere.”
“3B?” He asked.
“That’s the one. You remember?” You smiled.
“I remember a scared little kid with dirt all over their face no matter what time of day.” You both chuckled. “Wow, it’s been a long time. I guess I’m glad we ran into each other.”
“It’s nice. I just don’t know where to go from here.” You took the last few bites from your meal, averting your eyes from his gaze, nervous for what was to come, but also hopeful. At this point, you didn’t care what you did or where you went, as long as you had some kind of purpose. Spending your youth in sleeping in wet boxes or crashing on a sunken-in, stained couch was no longer something you could stand doing.
“I had an idea. A while ago. But I just didn’t know how to go about it.” He revealed with a long pause, mustering up better details to share. “I dont know. It sounds crazy, but maybe not anymore.”
“Can you get to the point?” You tilted your head, eager for a bit more.
“Yeah, yeah…” He gulped. “I talked to this guy, it was after some really bad shit went down,” he brushed his scarred cheek, “this high-profile assassin wanted to train me—work with me. There are some demons I have to face, but I need some help to get ready.” You stared blankly for a minute, fingernail scratching the tabletop as you thought about his words. “It’s out of the country, somewhere in South America.”
“You’re crazy.” You stated. “I’m in.” Jason’s eyes widened. “Anything to get me out of Gotham. And you’re Jason Todd, I’d trust you with my life, even after all this time.” His expression softened and he kind of chuckled, in disbelief of you and himself.
“I—I guess I gotta go make a call.” Jason knocked his hand on the table. “Go ahead and order dessert, I’ll be back in a few.” He stepped out the front door and opened his phone, scrolling down to a contact labeled “S. Wilson.” It rang twice. “I’m in, and one more will be joining us.”
“I’ll make the arrangements for your travels, stay on the line.” Said Slade, there were faint keyboard clicks. “I have a private jet that awaits you at eight a.m. tomorrow. I will send you the address, don’t be late.” The phonecall ended abruptly and Jason went back to your table, finding you eating a slice of pie.
“Tomorrow morning we get to fly in a private jet.” Jason saw your face light up. “Never been?”
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Venezuela was incredible to you, even if it was a bit more humid than you were used to. On the plane ride, Jason told you everything. He didn’t spare one detail, he didn’t care. You were another Gotham City orphan with a dark past and a bright future. You two were ready for anything.
It was grueling. It was incredible. It was nothing you’d experienced before. Which was terrifying. But invigorating. You could tell Jason felt right back in his element, but you were desperately trying to catch up. He’d had much training before this, relevant to the current situation. You’re training went as far as standard Gotham Slums scuffling. Your skills included switchblade maneuvers, aiming for the crotch, running from trouble and climbing from trouble. Nothing like this ever seemed possible for you. But Jason knew what it felt like to be brought from your level to his. And as Deathstroke brought Jason to his level, he’d make sure you’d catch up.
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“I think you two are ready.” Slade announced as both of you stood before him. Straight backs, eyes forward, and arms behind your backs. “The plan is to be enacted soon, and you,” he turned his attention to Jason, “it’s up to you what we do from here. Gotham City finally meets its match?” He suggested. Jason nodded his head once and you followed. And so it began, the planning phase.
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You looked at Gotham from down below. Smaller than you remembered. The whirring of the helicopter blades lulled you away from reality for a few moments before Jason tapped you, motioning for you to come up front with him. You slid your headset on and heard him begin barking orders at the militia before setting your comms to private. “How’s it feel?” Jason asked you.
“I don’t know, actually.” You replied, doing a final check to make sure your guns were loaded and secured. “What about you?”
“It feels like I’m finally getting my revenge.” His voice modulator sent a chill down your spine and you soon landed in Gotham. The plan went off without a hitch. Gotham evacuated, scum running loose, Batman distracted, and his allies scattered. It was exciting, but something was off. Scarecrow’s plan didn’t sit well with you. It was gruesome, even to you. You never really cared about anyone but yourself, but as Jason lost his humanity, you gained it. “I’ve got your back, y/n. You got mine?”
“Always, Knight.” He chuckled as the chopper began to descend. “Let’s kill the Batman.”
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#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd imagine#arkham knight x reader#arkham knight imagine#arkham knight#batman arkham knight#dc comics#dc comics x reader#dc comics imagine#red hood#red hood x reader#red hood imagine
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Treat me like a slut with Goo Eli and Johan ?
TREAT ME LIKE A SLUT! 🎀
Pairing: lookism men x f! Reader 💗 pt2
Warning: sexual theme and make out sesh 💋!
Summary: lookism men react to the song: treat me like a slut when you play your playlist !
GOO KIM 💎
This sex maniac has the HIGHEST sex drive, so it’s no kidding that even just a brush against his crotch would have you bent over and fucked ruthless.
When this song played during a tik tok, goo immediately turned around to you wiggling his eyebrows. you brushed him off saying it’s just a song, but he’s already imagining things.
And there you were being fucked into the couch the popcorn of movie night falling down and decorating the floor. the movies sounds now being muted by your moans and protests against the blondie on top of you.
The scratches and bites were useless against him ,you made him hard and you were gonna pay for it. He puts you on your right side one leg in the air and his leg between your thighs. Cock pumping in and out of you, you try and smack his arm and scratch it. But he just grips your wrists and holds them down your chest just pounding away.
“No we’re not done yet, not until your spilling with my cum.” His voice deep and a few whimpers leave his mouth.
“G-ooah! It’s to much, it’s to muhhh!” Your babbling gets quickly shut up by his own lips connecting with yours. Tongue forcing inside your mouth his hips not even stopping for a second.
“I’ll show ya how a slut gets treated, cockwhore .”
ELI JANG 💇♂️
You often babysat yenna for Eli, all he asked you is to watch your language near her. Simple right? Wrong. you forgot you were around a child and sang the song anyways.
One minute you were watching yenna and the next you were thrown on a bed. Before it all got dark.
“Ah, ah ohh! Shitttt! Eli, Mmphm!-“
Smack!
One harsh slap against your jiggling ass has you crying even louder wailing, but it drives you crazy causing you to move back against Eli’s cock that was drilling inside you.
“I told you watch that fucking filthy mouth, and what did you do? Disobey me.”
SMACK! SMACK ! SMACK! !!
the spanking gets harder and harder till the point you can feel stinging, but still you move back against him smiling at him in pleasure.
Your face getting pushed more into the pillow and Eli yanking your hair back with one hand while the other keeps spanking you.
“Ah your smiling are you? Let’s change that, slut.”
“Keep up , because I’m gonna absolutely fuckin’ ruin you, that’ll teach you.”
JOHAN SEONG 🐕
This poor guy just wanted to finish his day from white tiger job center, but when he came home to the sight of you just naked getting ready for bed you couldn’t prepare yourself for what was to come.
All you felt in the moment was his tie from his suit placed in your mouth forming a gag.
“What’s wrong? Come on speak up. tell me what you want baby.”
He laughs at your crying form, legs spread to your chest and each time he thrusts the bed shakes and your breasts slightly jiggle.
Holding onto his neck he increases his speed and roughness hitting that one spot that made you arch your back and toes curl. he kissed your cheeks and mocked your crying face.
“Oh? Oh? Oh? Your moans are pathetic do you know that? Like a real porn star, aren’t you just cute.”
“Just prepare yourself, we’ve got a long night ahead I’ll turn you into a real slut.”
The only time you punks ask for fics is when I’m on an vacation, but I love you little rebels so it’s fine.
💌 ask box continues to stay open, and for all the anonymous people that requested fics, they’ll be uploaded soon.
#goo kim lookism#goo kim smut#eli jang#eli jang smut#johan seong lookism#johan seong smut#johan seong#lookism smut#lookism scenarios#samiiblogs 📼#samii 🎸
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Hey Raven! Hope you're doing well, and I hope you had a great holiday, if you celebrate, that is.
I hate to clutter your ask box with something like this, and you don’t have to answer, you can just read this with an open mind, but I feel you're the only one I could go to with this without being straight-up attacked. It's also why I'm asking anonymously.
But, what's your stance on the whole war between the JP and EN versions of the game? I'm not asking you to pick a side or anything, I just wanna know your thoughts.
Obviously, I'm an EN player, and idk if you seen, but there's some hateful things out there about us, and honestly, it's hurtful and disheartening to every time I get up here. And it's always on this we as players can't control. Mainly the dialog translations and it's changes.
I've seen people calling us dumb and weak, saying we water down everything because we can't take it, etc. I've seen people saying we don't know how to really correctly and analyze characters and that we're not even playing the same game. They say we've ruined the game, the fandom, and that they wished it was never localized. I've also seen quite horrible things, but I don’t wanna repeat the things said, but yeah.
And the kicker is, it's only the JP side I've seen post this stuff. I've seen more hate come from that side more than anything, and of course not all, like you. You're my fave btw.
So yeah, thoughts?
Hello, hello! ^^ I’m not really a super big celebration person but I’m hunkering down for a cozy hibernation this winter ❄️ I hope everyone had/will have a good 2023 holiday season~
Before I provide my response to the question posed in this ask, I want to make sure we're all on the same page for this discussion first:
Please be advised that my perspective is coming from that of someone who started off playing JP in March 2020 and then picked up EN when it came out in January 2022. I have played on both servers since their initial launches.
When I refer to TWST JP and EN fans in this post, I am only referring to the English speaking fans (as in, English speaking fans who play JP and English speaking fans who play EN).
For the sake of simplicity, I will be disregarding “hybrid” fans (English speaking fans who play both JP and EN) as a separate category and will lump them in with “JP” fans (English speaking fans who play JP). This is because I assume most mixed fans started off with JP and then adopted EN later on.
I am not talking about ALL English-speaking JP and/or EN fans here; I am only talking about the ones Anon described in their ask.
As the Anon said, I ask that you go into this post with an open mind; do not assume that I will bash JP and/or EN, take sides, defend or condone toxic attitudes, or that this post exists just to “stir the pot”. That is not the purpose of my response. The purpose is to have a meaningful and constructive discussion about TWST’s fandom culture, particularly as it pertains to English-speaking fans. I hope that in talking about this, we can better understand “the other side” (however you may personally define that) and work toward making the fandom space more welcoming for all.
Please read the entire post and think about your own choice of words before commenting and/or sending in an ask about this topic, should you choose to.
To the Anon that submitted this ask and to anyone else that plays EN and may have had similar thoughts: I’m sorry to hear about the negative experiences you’ve had in the TWST fandom. I hope that this post brings you some peace of mind, if not at least some catharsis for what you may be feeling.
Firstly, it’s important to understand the mindset of both JP and EN fans. As such, I will delve into the background and the development of each side. It is NOT meant to justify either side, but rather to inform you on how each perspective originated and grew to what it is today.
The animosity and opposition to an official English version of TWST has been present for a while. An English version of TWST has always been contentious, even long before the localization was announced. Some wanted it to happen for accessibility reasons (as some people find it tedious to hunt for translations) or were supportive of the idea because it means a larger fanbase and thus more potential to make friends or to discuss the game. Others were more apprehensive of the quality of a localization (as much tends to be cut or censored to make the content more palatable) and/or claimed that expanding the fanbase in such a way would bring in more “bad apples”.
When EN first came out, it did, in fact, expand the fanbase. However, many were quick to notice the many (and I do mean many) errors and short sightings present in it: frequent spelling and grammar mistakes in the game and on official social media posts, inconsistent phrasing, incorrect translations, game-breaking glitches, frequent censorship, half-hearted promotions, etc. EN also became infamous for its absolutely brutal pacing of content in the early days, particularly related to the limited story event schedules (including back-to-back Halloween events). This, in combination with EN’s constant pushing of paid gems (which occurs far more frequently than in the JP server) has left a bad taste in JP fans’ mouths. To them, TWST EN did not make a good first impression and continued to misstep again and again. This is especially true of the many dialogue changes to make the TWST localization more “culturally appropriate” (which is the definition of what a localization is; there is a reason why TWST is not called a translation, which would be a more accurate/“faithful” or direct translation of the dialogue).
The claim that “EN fans are weak/can’t handle the real story” likely arises from how EN has removed or altered details which may offend western audiences. This includes things like the term “master”, the mention of Azul’s weight, Kalim’s “30-40” siblings, etc. These are conscious decisions made on the part of the game localizers to make TWST more broadly appealing and appropriate for a western audience, where such topics are contentious or considered taboo. This is adapting TWST to a new culture so that it can (in a dry business sense) perform well. However, I also want to mention that some cultural changes EN made do significantly alter the story/characters (such as Jamil no longer stating his family will be on the streets if they defy the Asims; in EN he only says his parents will be mad at him), particularly if you are viewing through an EN-only lens. Unfortunately 😔 as much as I can point the nuances of localization out, there will always be fans who still oppose any sort of censorship. This is also true of the anime and manga community in general, and this post isn’t large enough in scope to tackle those issues. I only mention this here to help you, the reader, better understand the changes from Disney/Aniplex.
A lot of the original negative feelings that were there before EN was announced were then confirmed by the official release, and this strengthened the dislike of EN on the part of JP fans. These JP fans may then become hostile toward EN fans who defend the localization (whether or not they have the context of TWST JP) because, in the eyes of the JP fans, the localization is not as good as it could be. Ultimately, it seems like their intense feelings stem from passion for what they love and not wishing to see it “desecrated” rather than an actual hatred of fellow fans. JP fans are upset because they fear EN fans are not getting the full scope of the characters and a story they enjoy, and they want others to appreciate those aspects of TWST as well.
Of course 💦 the fact is that EN fans are not responsible for the localization. But EN is there and that is what is the easiest and the most time efficient for English-speaking audiences, so most people will go with that rather than alternatives (ie hunting down fan translations). The issue is that some JP fans conflate simply consuming the localization as being bad or the “wrong” thing to do, and thus, by proxy, extend this frustration to EN fans themselves (especially those those are EN only and have zero prior knowledge of JP) and not just the product. Again, this is because they tend to see JP as the “full” version, without the changes or censorship present in EN. This inevitably leads to discrepancies in understanding between JP and EN, whether due to staggered release of new content or how the characters are presented differently between the two servers. To those who say “the versions are basically the same except for minor changes”, I disagree. There are several dialogue changes that appear small in isolation, but because TWST’s narrative is told primarily via dialogue, those “small” changes are actually very large and can drastically modify how one perceives a character or situation without explicit knowledge of JP to balance it out. When Jamil is made an “employee” rather than a “servant” and worries about his parents being mad at him instead of his entire family literally being on the streets for defying the Asims, it takes away the bite from his motivations. When Cater inserts a #WOW that wasn’t there in JP while Riddle is breaking down sobbing, or makes him come off as far more insensitive than emotionally aware. These are just a few examples, but they are very prominent ones that can change how an EN only fan sees things. The idea that “we aren’t even playing the same game” can ring true to some JP players because of this.
It cannot be helped that EN fans would interpret the characters and stories differently when the localization is their only or primary source of TWST content. Not everyone has the time or the desire to look for more accurate fan translations (not all fan translations are the same quality), as some JP fans have suggested. If EN fans want to, that’s great! It’s nice to expand one’s knowledge and to be cognizant of the changes between the versions. There are many blogs out there dedicated to educating people on these matters, and many EN and JP fans alike flocking there to be informed. But that level of engagement shouldn’t be demanded of anyone. To deem those that don’t engage in “further research” as “lazy”, “dumb”, or a “fake fan” is not acceptable, not in the name of love or otherwise. The expectation to “do homework” only puts pressure on EN fans to be a certain way or else be rejected by the fandom, and that only breeds more hatred and negativity. It makes EN fans feel “not worthy” of being a fan unless they study up, when the truth of the matter is that no matter how much we like TWST, it’s… media at the end of the day. People are free to consume their choice of media however they like, and that includes casually or at their own pace. It’s not fun to be in a fandom where others are breathing down your neck and policing everything you do, especially since these spaces are meant to be a temporary escape from reality. If JP fans meant to gatekeep in an effort to make others recognize the “real” greatness of TWST, then it’s failing because this kind of attitude only serves to drive new fans away.
Among EN fans, there is this idea that “JP fans are stuck-up”. I can understand where this thinking comes from, as I have witnessed hatred for EN myself which comes unprompted and has killed many conversations. Admittedly, some points are geared toward the company themselves (and those are valid), such as rushed and/or inaccurate translations or the pushing of paid gems, but I’ve also seen my fair share of nastier, invalid comments directed at EN fans. There are JP fans who actively hope that EN will shut down or who outright dismiss EN fans because of the version they play, thinking of their thoughts and opinions as “lesser” or doubting their media literacy skills. It’s true that this behavior is out there in the fandom, and that is unfortunately a sad reality.
That being said, JP on EN hate is not the only form I see, and nor is it the majority. It goes both ways (and I would say about equally for all, although this is just based on anecdotes and not objective data). There is plenty of JP on JP hate (particularly when someone spreads mistranslations around as though it were the truth) and EN on EN hate (arguments over what is and is not appropriate to ship, differences in headcanons, harassing fans that fall outside an “acceptable” age range, etc). There is also EN on JP hate which feeds into a dangerous back-and-forth with JP on EN hate. I briefly mentioned before that EN fans tend to believe JP fans are elitist, and this leads to assumptions being made about anyone that critiques EN and sometimes lashing out about it. I myself have previously been accused of “hating” EN because I often make posts commenting on the changes made between EN and JP (which ones I think work and which I think don’t). This preemptively defensive behavior drives another wedge between JP and EN fans, making JP fans reluctant to engage with EN fans, which then fuels the belief that JP fans think they’re “better” than EN fans (when really, some JP fans may be intentionally distancing themselves for their own wellbeing). Additionally, a lot of behavior deemed more acceptable in western oriented fandom spaces (such as moral justifications, taking pictures without crediting, callouts of other fans, and incorrect use of fandom tags) are not so for JP spaces (or those familiar with JP spaces). There have also been times when EN fans harass the actual Japanese-speaking side of the fandom (be it Japanese fans or the devs themselves) and demand (not ask, but demand) content that caters to them or free translations of fan comics they make. When EN fans fail to observe such “basic fandom etiquette”, it leads to JP fans thinking them rude or entitled, which makes JP fans reluctant to interact with EN fans and, again, feeds into confirmation bias. It’s a viscous system.
What is “ruining” the fandom is not just one side. There has always been turmoil present in fandom spaces. It just appears more visible now that TWST’s popularity has grown to this scale. Right now, both sides (JP and EN) are antagonizing each other because of a loud minority that’s attacking the other side. That minority then gets extrapolated and assumed to be behavior of the entirety of the other side, and that is what keeps the hate going.
If I’m being entirely honest 😔 I don’t think these tensions will realistically ever die out; the fandom is too large to “stomp out” what has already been established in its culture. When both sides are fueled by something so strong—a passion for TWST—it’s hard to seek out and/or to consider alternative perspectives. We become fixated on their own negative experiences and fail to think about where the “others” maybe be coming from, and then close ourselves off from discussion. That promotes isolation and contempt rather than friendliness and cooperation.
If we want change, then it starts at an individual level and in smaller TWST communities. We shouldn’t assume the worst of “JP” or “EN” fans; we are all TWST fans. Let’s keep open-minded and welcome other fans and their diverse schools of thought. And if you don’t feel comfortable with that, that’s also fine! You’re allow to keep a distance and curate your online space as you like; just please don’t go out of your way to disparage others, you have your own lane and others have theirs. Don’t encroach on other lanes.
Maybe we don’t necessarily agree with each other or we think may hold different opinions—but that’s good, isn’t it? The freedom of thought and the open exchange of ideas promotes flexible thinking and can lead you to see things from a new angle, or perhaps develop a new idea of your own. If we all thought the same way, then life becomes boring or it can cultivate an “us versus them” narrative that sparks online wars.
Let me put it this way to close off the post: isn’t this the message that Twisted Wonderland itself is trying to teach us? The true value of attending Night Raven College isn’t just about receiving a good education. Countless times it has been stressed to us (and often by Lilia, the oldest and wisest of the core cast, someone who used to be resistant to opening up to outsiders) that it is vital to understand other people in spite of how different we may be. Let’s take a page out of the students’ book and try to live up to that ^^
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst en#twisted wonderland en#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#notes from the writing raven#question#advice#Azul Ashengrotto#Riddle Rosehearts#Cater Diamond#Scarabia#Kalim Al-Asim#Jamil Viper#Lilia Vanrouge
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I figure it’s about time I start to shout in the void(your ask box)
So here’s some HC I have:
Alastor has high pain tolerance. He’s good at knowing when to heal but he tends not to because he doesn’t notice it, so surely it’s not that bad. Vox, Husk and Rosie usually have an immediate reaction if he says he’s in any sort of pain. Rosie because they’re friends and she knows how Alastor is, Husk because he cares for Alastor on the down low(he still hates the guy but he’s a little fond of him) and Vox because he’s used to it from when he and Alastor were friends. They all know that if Al’s “sore” he’s actually dying. (Cue immediate bells for Husk when Al says he’s too tired to do something for Charlie after the Adam situation).
Alastor actually came to hell with white hair(deer genes). Hated it so he dyed it red. He accidentally set his hair on fire while trying to style it immediately after dying it so he had to emergency cut it hence the bob. Seems like the type to become fond of things quickly, so the bob stuck to the horror of literally everyone around him.
Husk can only speak the 7 languages fluently when he’s drunk. When he’s sober he can only speak 2 fluently; English and French. Ties in with my hc that Husk grew up in Louisiana before his family moved to Las Vegas. (purely so I can have him sing Friends on the Other Side to the hotel crew in my head).
Husk sneaks in more modern music into Alastor’s radio playlists that sound older than they are. This includes Tom Lehrer and medieval versions of modern music; Alastor knows all the lyrics to Montero but only the medieval version.
Charlie and Lucifer get weirdly territorial of the junk food in the house. It’s a remnant from when they would fight over the cereal when Charlie was younger, which was a fun game then but slowly got more serious as Charlie got older. It’s especially bad when they’re tired and/or hungry. Angel and Vaggie are the only ones allowed to take the food away when they’re fighting, Vaggie for obvious reasons and Angel because he can run fast. Husk can too technically, since he can just fly, but he doesn’t really want to(lazy). Same goes for Alastor(enjoys the show).
Vaggie gets really embarrassed when someone points out something nice she did or when her outfit is cute. Heaven expects everyone to always do good and look good no matter what so it’s only noticed when you aren’t. She doesn’t know how to respond to compliments or thanks so just freezes.
Niffty likes helping cook food, though she isn’t actually allowed to come close to the stove(she knocked a pot of soup over once, never again). She’s always happy to cut vegetables or deconstruct poultry.
Angel “anonymously” gives the hotel residents gifts as thanks for letting him hang around. They’re usually hand made and he tends to throw them at the person saying that “someone gave it to him and he doesn’t want it”. He thinks he’s slick but he’s not.
And of course, a cursed one: Alastor had a serving cunt era when he first arrived, where he kept with the times for like 1 year and wore scandalous clothes(like idk a backless blouse or, god forbid, an ankle length skirt) and a corset for his back problems. He got immediately embarrassed after he got over it and killed everyone who ever saw him, hence the overlord killing spree. He doesn’t wear a corset anymore, instead opting for a more discreet ensemble involving silk lines(like rope but flat?) that doesn’t impede his movements as much as a corset. His 7 year break was because he found an old photo of himself online and hid himself in shame. He eventually made a deal with someone to erase any trace of his phase from everything but his own memory. It’d be funny if that person was Velvette lol
👀👀
#hazbin hotel#alastor#nunalastor asks#husk#charlie#lucifer#vaggie#angel dust#niffty#velvette#that was the most tamed cursed thing we've ever received
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2. Reader and Minho liked each other but noone had time to explore the feelings. But when Minho gets back from that night with Thomas in the maze the reader is so happy hes still alive and there is some tension building up...later on the keepers meeting (book scene) where Minho is a total hottie and says the most iconic stuff as usual reader cant help herself and once the meeting is over she suddenly kisses him.
This is a request from an anonymous user that asked for two in one, so I've had to separate them, and I'm bad at tumblr, but I'll post them at the same time to make them easier to find.
I actually whipped my copy of the book out to pull direct quotes from it. This was effort. Also, yes I know Chuck isn't there because he's the one that tells them about Alby, but this isn't here for accuracy points (I may or may not have also written the whole thing before noticing this myself but shhhh)
BEYOND THE OTHER SIDE
MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: See above. Book based fic. Fem!Reader.
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some suggestive themes but under spice because of one slightly heated make out session.
"You're still here?" You don't even bother looking up to see that it's Newt. You're sat in front of the Doors with your legs crossed, Chuck using your thigh as a pillow as you told the boy to get some sleep, even if he refused to leave your side.
"What does it look like?" The British boy sighs, rubbing your shoulder.
"You know they're not coming back, right?"
You shoot him a glare, "Don't say that- if anyone can survive out there, it's Minho."
The last twenty-four hours have been a blur. First, Minho found a 'dead' Griever, resulting in a expedition for him and Alby to go check it out.
As far as you can tell, that thing definitely wasn't dead. That much was obvious when Minho came around the corner carrying an unconscious Alby.
Every part of your body was screaming to go in there and save them- help them- anything you could think of.
But Thomas beat you to it.
It had been a weird enough week as it was with another girl showing up a day after Thomas and the Box refusing to go back down, but this was definitely the hardest blow.
Now three of them, two of the most important people in the Glade, were stuck out there.
You would be lying if you weren't playing favourites.
You and Minho have an interesting relationship, to say the least. He helped you out when you first showed up in the Box. He taught you how to defend yourself and did a good job at keeping the other boys away from you. He's surprisingly emotionally intelligent and offers an understanding to your feelings of isolation that the other Gladers can't seem to grasp. It doesn't help that he's gorgeous and kind of funny.
All of this resulting in you crushing on him. Hard.
And the feeling is mutual.
And you both know it.
After a drunken confession (and make-out session) during one of the Bonfire nights, you both decided to just be friends. After all, maintaining a relationship in the Glade isn't an easy task, and it's key for Minho to focus on his work above everything.
So, you've both been pushing your feelings for each other down in favour of the greater good.
The sexual tension has been killing you, and him, especially when you've had a bit too much to drink and he keeps looking at you like that.
But this is painful. He's gone. He could be dead and you'd never see him again. Never having fulfilled your promises of a relationship once you both escape.
You've been sitting there all night. Both you and Chuck. Chuck for Thomas, you for Minho. Some early risers sent you both sympathetic glances but it just made you angrier.
You don't need their pity. They're going to be okay. They have to be okay- he has to be.
The rumbling of the Doors startles you, even though you've been expecting it since you sat down.
"Chuck," you lightly shake the boy, causing him to stir from his slumber, "Chuck, wake up. The Doors are opening."
He's groggy, but still eagerly awakes, pulling himself off of you and allowing you to stand up.
Gladers start to gather around as the giant stone entrance prepares itself to settle for the day. You, Chuck and Newt stand at the front of the crowd, Newt's hand still lingering on your shoulder in preparation to comfort you. The blond is far more realistic than you, but he still doesn't want to watch you crumble when the hope fades.
He knows your and Minho's relationship better than anyone else. He hears about it from both sides pretty much daily.
The Doors open painfully slow, almost like they're mocking you.
It reveals an empty corridor. Your jaw tenses, and you ball your fists, trying not to let your emotions take over as you look at the floor. Newt rubs your shoulder, and you can see Chuck anxiously looking at you from the corner of your eye.
It's like all the Gladers hold their breath, waiting to see your response.
But you don't get the chance to.
"No shuckin' way," your eyes flicker up to Newt, who is staring straight ahead. You follow his gaze, watching as Minho and Thomas stumble down the stretch of concrete.
"Minho!" Your voice is scratchy and you lose all care for the rules. Rushing forward, the Runner seems to be in far better condition than the Greenie, who looks like he's seen the Devil himself.
Your feet move beneath you, diving into Minho's arms. "Woah, easy, girly," he scoffs, but his muscular arms come around you. The hug is tight and full of enough emotion to show you how terrified he was.
He's alive. Oh my God, he's alive.
"Uh, this is sweet and all, but we need to get Alby down," Thomas interrupts. You pull away from Minho.
"He's still alive?"
"He better shuckin' be," Minho sounds like he's had quite the night. "Where even is he?"
"Come on- help us!" Thimas rushes to the wall by the Doors. To your surprise, Alby is strung several feet above the air, tangled to the wall with Ivy.
"How the..." You meet Newt's equal look of disbelief, but you all get to work helping your Leader down.
Thomas and Minho basically pass out the second they get to the Med-jack's hut. You let them. The next day is about to be interesting and they both need to rest.
The Gladers are already thinking about what this all means and with the revelation that Thomas had somehow killed THREE Grievers, the Glade is in some kind of uproar.
Some people are worshipping the ground that he walks on, and others want him burned at the stake. Gally is the chancellor of the latter crowd.
Alby's got the serum, so there's a ray of hope yet. But Thomas broke the rules.
Obviously, you're of the belief that Thomas has done a good thing. Alby and Minho might not have survived if it weren't for him- how could he possibly be punished for all of this?
Thankfully, that seems to be the majority opinion. But with Newt in charge and a hatred of the poor constructed democracy of the Glade, it's hard to say what will happen.
Which is why when it came to the Gathering regarding Thomas's existence in the Glade, you're stood right outside with Chuck, not so subtly eavesdropping in.
Nearly all of the Keepers came up in a group together- "veterans" as they call themselves. So, there's not much chance of you becoming a Keeper. But now you wish you were.
"What do you think they're-?"
"Shh, Chuck," you snap at the boy, hushing him as you try to make out something audible enough to gain information from.
The general chattering seems to be pretty pointless. It's just people saying the same shit everyone's been saying since the trio returned.
It doesn't take long for silence to settle, and for Newt to give the introductory speech that he is no doubt rolling his eyes about. The Keepers each take it in turn to state their opinions, thankfully most of them siding with Thomas.
Gally then has about a forty page essay on how Thomas is the spawn of Satan until Newt finally speaks again, "With no more words from Gally- go ahead, last but not least."
Minho's distinct voice fills the room. "I was out there; I saw what this guy did- he stayed strong while I turned into a panty-wearin' chicken. No blabbin' on and on like Gally. I want to say my recommendation and be done with it."
"Good that," Newt almost seems relived. "Tell us then."
"I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners."
You and Chuck look at each other as silence consumes the inside of the room. Both of you wear expressions of disbelief, looking at one another to assure that you actually heard that correctly.
Unsurprisingly, Gally spoke first, screaming about how Minho should lose his spot on the Council for even suggesting such a thing.
Then chaos erupts as Newt desperately tries to calm down the boys.
"Shuck it," you really do pity Newt. He somehow got swept into everyone's bullshit and the man just wants to grow his plants. "I've never seen so many shanks acting like tit-suckin' babies. We may not look it, but around these parts we're adults. Act like it or we'll disband this bloody Council and start from scratch." A beat skips as Newt seems to compose himself, "Are we clear?"
The quiet from beyond the door tells you that they've all gotten the hint.
"Good that." Newt continues, before he seems to address Minho. "That's some pretty serious klunk, brother. Sorry, but you need to talk it up to move it forward."
You and Chuck exchange another round of stunned glances. Newt's actually considering this?
There's no way. This isn't adding up. Minho would never give up his job- he's too good at it. And you've seen him injured and on prescribed rest. He hates it. The boy can't sit still for two seconds, even when he is in the Glade. If he were to just become a normal Runner, Minho would still be far too overqualified for the gig.
"It's easy for you shanks to sit here and talk about something you're stupid on. I'm the only Runner in this group and the only other one here who's even been out in the Maze is Newt." Minho sounds frustrated and still tired.
A bad mix, to be sure.
So, of course, Gally has to open his mouth. "Not if you count the time I-"
"I don't!" Minho shouts suddenly, making Chuck jump away from the door, but you don't move. Minho's playing a game here- you just know he is.
"And believe me, you or nobody else has the slightest clue what it's like to be out there. The only reason you were stung is because you broke the same rule you're blaming Thomas for. That's called hypocrisy, you shuck-faced piece of-"
"Enough," you're actually kind of disappointed Newt shut him down. It's about time someone shouted at Gally and just hearing Minho do it is making you feel some kind of way. "Defend your proposal and be done with it."
Minho takes a second before picking up again.
"Anyway, listen to me. I've never seen anything like it. He didn't panic. He didn't whine and cry, never seemed scared. Dude, he'd been here for just a few days. Think about what we were all like in the beginning. Huddling in corners, disoriented, crying every hour, not trusting anybody, refusing to do anything. We were all like that, for weeks or months, 'till we had no choice but to shuck it up and live. Just a few days after this guy shows up, he steps out in the Maze to save two shanks he hardly knows. All this klunk about him breaking a rule is just beyond stupid. He didn't get the rules yet. But plenty of people had told him what it's like in the Maze, especially at night. And he still stepped out there, just as the Door was closing, only caring that two people needed help."
You don't think you've ever heard Minho be this passionate about anything. It's definitely only adding to your liking of him, and hearing him agree with you with such determination is making your heart rate increase.
"But that was just the beginning. After that, he saw me give up on Alby, leave him for dead. And I was the veteran- the one with all the experience and knowledge. So when Thomas saw me give up, he shouldn't have questioned it. But he did. Think about the willpower and strength it took to push Alby up that wall, centimetre by centimetre. It's psycho. It's freaking crazy."
He seems to take a breath before continuing even further.
"But that wasn't it. Then came the Grievers. I told Thomas we had to split up and I started the practised evasive manoeuvers, running in the patterns. Thomas, when he should've been wettin' his pants, took control, defied all laws of physics and gravity to get Alby up onto that wall, diverted the Grievers away from him, beat one off, found-"
"We get the point," Gally stops, halting Minho's actually quite enthralling retelling of the events. "Tommy here is a lucky shank."
"No," Minho sounds completely furious, "you worthless shuck, you don't get it! I've been here two years, and I've never seen anything like it. For you to say anything..." He trails off, followed by a loud groan of frustration.
You feel angry for him. He's right, you don't get it- you've never had to experience the horrors of the Maze and Minho does it literally every single day. How can Gally even think he has a leg to stand on?
"Gally," he's suddenly scarily calm, "you're nothing but a sissy who has never, not once, asked to be a Runner or tried out for it. You don't have the right to talk about things you don't understand. So shut your mouth."
"Say one more thing like that," you can imagine spit flying from Gally's mouth as he throws the words at your future boyfriend, "and I'll break your neck, right here in front of everyone."
"Great," Chuck mumbles, "we're already at death threats." You shush him again.
Minho laughs.
A sound that sends shivers down your spine. Probably because you can tell what's about to happen.
There's a loud slapping sound. It's followed by the noises of chairs crashing and breaking and several loud, incoherent shouts.
"I swear, Gally," Minho's voice rings above the commotion, "don't ever threaten me again. Don't ever speak to me again. Ever. If you do, I'll break your shuck neck, right after I'm done with your arms and legs."
Damn.
That was hot.
Should that be hot? Do you have some interesting problems?
Probably, yes, but that can he dealt with at a later date.
"Holy shit," you murmur, Chuck humming in shocked agreement.
There's a lot more shuffling and arguing, but unfortunately, Gally decides to talk even more.
"Things are different now. You shouldn't have done that, Minho. You should not have done that. I know you hate me, that you've always hated me. You should be Banished for your embarrassing inability to lead this group." You're assuming that this is directed at Newt. "You're shameful, and any one of you who stays here is no better. Things are going to change. This I promise."
Well, that's... ominous.
"And you, the Greenbean who thinks he's friggin' God. Don't forget I've seen you before- I've been through the Changing. What these guys decide doesn't mean jack. Whatever you came for- I swear on my life I'm gonna stop it. Kill you if I have to."
You're quick to grab Chuck, yanking him towards you and out of the way of the door which flies open. Gally looks shook up, clearly Minho did more than just shout at him from his dishevelled clothing and red face. He doesn't even glance at you as he slams the door behind him.
He storms off, leaving you and Chuck to, once again, exchange glances before shrugging it off and returning to your original positions.
The discourse continues, mainly about Gally and the Changing and what it all means, with Frypan pointing out that the guy has obviously lost his mind.
The structure falls apart pretty quick. Newt giving up completely as he makes Thomas speak his piece.
Newt finally makes his judgement.
"Here's my recommendation. You broke our bloody Number One Rule, so you get one day in the Slammer. That's your punishment. I also elect you as a Runner, effective the second this meeting's over. You've proven more in one night than most trainees do in weeks. As for you being the buggin' Keeper, forget it. Gally was right on that count- stupid idea."
You know Minho's playing a game when he argues this. "Why? He's the best we have- I swear it. The best should be the Keeper."
"Fine," Newt just wants to leave at this point, "if that's true, we'll make the change later. Give it a month and see if he proves himself."
"Good that." Minho sounds completely unfazed, almost expectant of this outcome.
The vote commences with everyone agreeing to Newt's terms; even with some queries from Winston. Newt agrees to the proposal of another Gathering if shit hits the fan.
You pull Chuck out of the way again as the door flies open, most of the Keepers in a hurry to leave. Both of you flash them some slightly suspicious, sheepish smiles because you couldn't get away quick enough to play it off.
Thomas and Minho head out, leaving Newt in the Gathering room but they continue talking in the doorway.
"Keeper?" Thomas questions, yet to notice you. "You want me to be a Keeper? You're nuttier than Gally by a long shot."
Minho fakes an evil grin. "Worked didn't it? Aim high, hit low." He playfully nudges Thomas, "Thank me later."
Thomas notices Chuck, looking between you and the boy, who speaks. "That sounded like a real klunk show."
Thomas scoffs, playfully shoving the younger kid.
Jeff suddenly comes running over, stuttering over something about Alby wanting to talk to Thomas, which peaks Newt's attention, and he shoots out of the room, grabbing Thomas and dragging them in the direction of Alby. Chuck follows, probably to take part in some more eavesdropping.
You're definitely not the best influence.
"That was quite the trick, Keeper," you exaggerate the 'Keeper', causing Minho to grin at you as you casually lean against the wall, finally gaining his attention.
"You're one to talk- you could get time in the Slammer for listening in on private affairs."
"You knew I was here?"
"'Course I did- I always know where you are. Can't afford not to." You roll your eyes. Of course, he noticed you were there- he's too perceptive not to.
You take a moment to admire him. Despite getting in a fight and shouting his lungs out, Minho looks as perfect as always. And the things he said and how he acted so in control and determined makes you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.
"What?" His voice becomes considerably lower. "You know you can't look at me like-"
In an instant, you stand up straight, grabbing his shirt with some force and yanking him towards you. He makes no effort to protest as you press your lips against his.
It's just a peck, but you're now very aware that this breaks the set of boundaries you'd both set.
"Shit," you whisper, "fuck, I forgot."
He lets out a low chuckle that almost has you squeezing your legs together. "You know, when I was out in the Maze, all I could think about was you."
Your heart skips a beat, "Yeah?"
"Yeah, I just- I have everything I want right in front of me, and I didn't wanna shuck it up. But it took me nearly dying to realise I don't care anymore. This is dumb. I want you- and I can have you. Why wait?"
Your foreheads touch as his words bring tou closer together, noses touching, his eyes fixed on your lips.
"Why are you still waiting then?" That's all the confirmation he needs to ignite the kiss again. He pushes against you, your hands diving into his hair and humming into his mouth as you hit the wall behind you.
He effortlessly holds you in place, pushing his knee between your legs, hands holding your waist. Your lips dance against each other, tongues brushing just in the slightest, showing one another your wants but without taking things too far in such an open place.
"(Y/N)?" He breaks the kiss, panting more than he does after working all day.
"Yeah?"
"Do you, uh, do you wanna be my girlfriend?"
You scoff, taking him by surprise before pecking his lips once again.
"Yes, shucking obviously- I thought you'd never ask."
Wooo, finally finished this piece. It took me a hot minute but here it is. Sorry for any errors or anything, I've not reread it because it is very late but I just had to get this out.
Hope you guys enjoy :)
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Anonymous: Why am I imagining going to build a bear with Jack now
I was imagining the same thing 🥰
You and Jack were walking back to his car after dinner in Louisville when you stopped in your tracks, Jack stumbling over his feet because he was still holding your hand.
“What are you doing?”
“I haven’t seen one of these since I was a kid.” You looked up at the Build-A-Bear sign, the blue double doors in front of you. “My parents used to take us every summer when we visited Myrtle Beach. My sisters and I got to pick out a bear and an outfit. It was the highlight of my summer.” You gave him a smile, the memories flooding your mind.
“You wanna go in?”
“Oh, no. We don’t have to. I would feel kind of silly.”
“Come on.” Jack pulled you into the store, the cold air hitting you after being out in the hot Louisville summer all evening.
You browsed the shelves of different bears and other animals, Jack following behind you, his hands on your waist. “Which one are you gonna get?” He whispered in your ear, making you giggle.
“None of them. I’m just looking.” A store associate walked up to greet the two of you. “Can I help you find anything?”
You waived her off. “No, we’re just looking.” You gave a small smile.
“My girlfriend thinks she’s too old to get a bear.” You pinched his side, embarrassed that he brought it up.
“Oh no, we have people of all ages in our store all the time.”
Your eyes grew wide when you came across the timeless teddy bear with curly fur. “I had this one as a child. We lost it when we moved and I was devastated.” You looked at jack with sad eyes.
“We’ll take this one.” He handed the unstuffed bear to the employee, who led you to the stuffing station.
She held out a small red satin heart in her hand. “Now we will do the heart ceremony.”
Rub it on your toes so they are totally awesome- you bent over half-heartedly to touch your toes.
Rub it on your ears so they hear all your secrets- you made Jack chuckle when you rubbed the small heart against his ears. “I think your ears are so cute.”
Rub it on your cheeks so they give warm smiles- You patted the heart over Jack’s sunburned cheeks.
Rub it on your tummy so they never go hungry- You patted Jack’s stomach with your free hand as you rubbed the heart on your own.
Rub it on your back so they always have your back- Jack grazed the heart down your back, making you giggle.
You placed the heart inside the bear, and the associate stuffed the bear with white fluff, sewing the back up so the bear was complete. You held it tight to your body, not even trying to hide your smile as you walked through the rows of outfits. It made Jack incredibly happy to see you so excited.
“Babe, what about this one?” Jack held up a Harry Potter outfit complete with a wand. “That’s so cute! But I’m actually looking for something else…” You peruse the shelves for a pair of denim overalls, the same ones you bought for your bear 20 years ago. “Found em.”
You swung the paper house box that your new bear was in as the two of you walked out of the store. “What did you name him?” Jack asked as he held the door open for you.
“Well, my original bear’s name was ‘Bear’, but I was also five years old at the time, so I think he needs a new name. I’m thinking Thomas.” You slipped your hand around Jack’s waist, planting a kiss on his cheek as the two of you walked to the car.
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Thighs
TW: Smut. Language.
SUMMARY: Without condoms or patience, JJ finds another way to relieve himself.
WORD COUNT: 700
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Anonymous asked:
JJ fucking reader’s thighs because she’s not on birth control and they ran out of condoms?
Thighs
“Fuck….” He groaned when reaching into the bedside table, your expression soured when watching him pull the empty box of condoms from the broken drawer, “Please baby, I can try to pull out or-”
“I’m not on the pill, JJ…” You reminded him as he clenched his teeth.
“I’m so fucking hard for you…So goddamn sexy and now I’m throbbing because I can’t take care of it…” You bit your bottom lip as you felt him suddenly motion you to your side.
“J-”
“Do you trust me?” You nodded as he left your hips naked to his touch, panties and shorts kicked to the very edge of the bed as you felt his rigid cock slip between your thighs, but not to penetrate or even to tease, to use the tension of that soft skin around him.
“JJ-”
“Don’t worry baby…you’ll come too. I’ll make sure of it, sweetheart…I want to feel you drip on me…”
“Ahh…” You groaned to the feeling of his hand to your clit.
“Oh my God…” He groaned. “So warm…” You reached for his cock, wanting to assist in a release, but he would weave your fingers to crane behind you and wrap at his neck before his touch came back to your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I only want to feel those perfect little thighs squeeze me baby…and I want to hear how much you fucking love it.” He spoke, that hand formerly at rest beneath your head now in a gentle but dominant wrap at your hair, pulling you back far enough so he could feast on your neck in a series of tongue kisses hot at your skin.
“You’re already shaking-”
“JJ please…just put it in…I’ll get a morning after pill tomorrow-”
“Not a chance…this is too fucking good.” He groaned, moving behind you in growing acceleration. “Oh shit…You’re gonna make me come like this…” He pulled your hair tighter. “But you know the deal…we come together, you come first, or I don’t come at all.”
“Please, JJ…”
“God, you’re dripping on it, baby, I fucking love it.” His hand moved to your neck, angling your head down. “Look at how good it is…look what you’re doing to me…stop fucking with me and come baby…I want to feel that over me…”
“JJ!”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Fingers…please! I need more!”
“More? Two? Or three?”
“OH SHIT!” You groaned as he began to pump into you, one at a time, denying himself the feeling of your thighs around him in order to offer you this pleasure, as you were quick to stroke him.
“Baby-”
“I need to make you come, JJ…I need to hear you…”
“No. I want you to feel me…Watch me…watch me come undone because of you…watch me fucking come because of these thighs. ONLY these thighs.” He pulled your fingers to his mouth, sucking on them, before driving his cock back at that pace between your thighs.
“How the fuck does that feel so good?” He growled into your shoulder, sucking on skin as he was purposeful to leave behind bruising as a trophy for how you tasted for him.
“FUCK! I can feel it!” You explained.
“Yeah?”
“YES!”
“Then come on my cock, baby…right on it…right there…come on baby…” He endorsed, quickening as your body responded to him in grand approval.
“I love how you’re shaking for me…but I need you to come.”
“I am! I’m fucking coming, JJ! Ah! Ahh! AHHH!” You gasped, moaning silenced by the rush too bold and intense to ignore as that sudden drip of warmth over his couch provided the proper lubrication. His feet tangled in yours to keep you pinned in place and your thighs tight as the overstimulation of his cock rubbing between you made you react with nearly violent jerks.
“JJ!”
“I’m close baby…fuck…you’re gonna make me come-” He smacked your ass. “Those fucking thighs are making me come…” You assisted this by pressing your thighs even tighter, your name cursed beneath clenched teeth before watching his cock flex as his moans chorused behind you as validation for a release you witnessed.
“Oh Shit! Oh Fuck! YES!” He breathed heavily behind you, those fingers recently embedded in your skin now gripping the sheets before you as he withdrew all angst and fell to a rest at your back.
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BAJI APHRODISIAC
Hi guys final installment of the aphrodisiac arc. This is for the person or persons who voted for baji in the poll. Please do enjoy it is 18+only both parties are adults here. Again rated18+ for sex, cursing and well more sex. If there is anyone who wants another aphrodisiac with a character from one piece, nanbaka or Tokyo revengers don't be afraid to ask even if it is anonymously I haven't started to bite yet.
It was just a normal date at the mall with your sweetheart strung onto his arm you both walked around smiling and laughing with each other. Seeing a certain chocolate shop you pulled his arm pointing in the direction.
"Babe I gotta go there to pick up my brother/sister order"
"Oh sure thing" the long haired brunette spoke up casually walking in the direction of the shop. Looking around the shop he let you collect what you came in for. Spotting some chocolates he wanted to give you because of your sweet tooth he decided to pick up a box and head to the register where you were already paying for the order. "Here scan these, separate bags please" he said pulling his phone out to pay.
"Kei who are those for?" You questioned innocently with a pout.
"Who else you ofcourse" he pecked your pout quickly before collecting the bags and both of you headed off. At home in your shared apartment your shopping was placed hapharzardly on the couch as you both decided to clean up and order dinner.
Your sibling came and collected the bag with chocolate that your boyfriend gave to them and shooed them out quickly. Looking to pack up your shopping you felt his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.
"Forget that let's eat dinner and share these chocolates." He whispered hotly in your ear.
"Mhmm" you agreed as dinner went by quickly. "Keisuke let's dig into those chocolates" you pumped your fist up as you rushed to the bedroom with the bag holding the chocolates. Him chuckling behind you as he closed the bedroom door once he was inside. Dropping yourself onto the bed he followed as you opened the box and chose which you wanted to chomp on. Taking it in your mouth your phone began to ring as you bit down half it chewing it. Taking the other half and pushing it past your boyfriend's lip he began to chew as well.
"Talk to me" you said to the person in the phone.
"Don't eat the chocolate you have there" your sibling was panicking on the phone
"What why?" You said popping another in your mouth and chewing again. Suddenly feeling warm you looked for the remote of the a.c. to pump up the cold air. Baji putting another chocolate in his mouth and removing his shirt. His muscles rippled as he rolled his arm and neck to get there kinks of the stressful day out. Oogling him you were not paying attention to your sibling.
"Call you back" hanging the phone up and throwing it on the side table. "Why do you look so appetizing right" you cooed out.
"Hmm me? You look like you have too many clothes on right now." He smirked. Moving to remove tour clothes. "No no baby put on a show for me. Slower" he put on some music for you to slow dance and start stripping for him. Swaying your hips and stripping off piece by sultry piece he leaned back and took in your whole body swaying to the music as he popped another chocolate in his mouth. Reaching in the draw of the side table he pulled a hair tie out and pulled his hair back and tied it up his eyes never leaving your body. You reached your underwear alone and he began signaling you with his index to come here. Approaching him you notice the high tent in his pants to the point of straining him.
"Come on you know what to do" he said leaning back into the head board and pulling your hair back to hold it together. You pulled his sweat pants and boxers down as his member sprung out with a bounce. "Go on don't feel shy baby" he said sighing and closing his eyes and you held him from the base and slid up slowly and then back down slowly again. You pushed your face closer to him and gave a test lick to which he grunted and pushed his hip forward a bit.
Trusting yourself more you took him fully in your mouth sucking in your cheeks and gagging at his length. You felt the grip in your hair tighten. "Yeah baby" now bobbing your head up and down and alternating with stroking with your hand all being heard in the room was his grunts and your gags. Rubbing your thighs together you felt the heat pooling from this and wanted relief as well. Noticing your plight he pulled hard on your hair to release him from your mouth. Tears stinging your eyes from his brutality. He laid down on his back and motioned for you to mount him. Your bottom to his face and his member to yours. You felt his breath on you as he began to suck and lick and prode your entrance. While you continued to suck on his member. Groans, moans, grunts and squelching of spit and fluid being mixed together. Feeling your orgasm coming close your thighs squeezed around his head.
"Gonna cum for me do it now. Spray your juices in my mouth" he commanded with his tongue out. A few more licks and prodding and you came. You had a death grip on his dick and you could hear him drinking in your orgasm eagerly. Once he stopped he pushed you off And onto to bed. Finally kissing you for the night it was passionate and hot. You were confused when he got up in a sudden move.
"Keisuke what's..??" You stopped questioning when you noticed he took a pillow and wedged it between the headboard and the wall so the banging of the bed won't interrupt the neighbors.
"Be prepared I'm gonna blow your back out tonight." His fangs showed with his smile. Visibly gulping you felt him pull your legs on his shoulders and felt him line up with your entrance. Pushing in quickly he was met with little to no resistance from you.
"Kkkeiisuuukkkkeeeee" you moaned out grabbing the sheets in your fists as he bottomed out quickly. You then felt your thighs squishing your chest as he pressed down fully onto you for more contact.
"Yes baby moan my name like that" he groaned out as he sank his fangs in your neck not quite breaking skin. He let your neck go and licked the spot he just bit. He began moving his hips at a quick pace however, it wasn't as rough as you wanted it to be.
"Harder Kei harder. Fuck me so hard the neighbors complain in the morning" and he did just as he was ordered. You strung your hand in his hair and met with the ressitanve of the hair tie and grumbling you hooked your finger in it and pulled a bit too hard snapping the thin elastic in two. His long black hair framed his face and the end whispered touches on your face and chest as he kept on moving. He thrusted into you like a wild beast over and over again until you came from sheer intensity. He continued on into the night in positions he always wanted to try. Somewhere during the act of aggressive love the half eaten box of chocolates fell haphazardly it's precious contents discarded. And you both would never know the precious content it carried. For that is what your sibling was trying to warn you about. You mistakenly gave them the wrong box of chocolates that was their box and it was specially made for them and their spouse.
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Jason Todd x Reader
Title: Wishing for Mistletoe Kisses
Warnings: None
Requested by anonymous
-Christmas Special-
Your dress, I had to choose a Blake Lively dress cause she always has pretty dresses.
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It was time for the Wayne’s Toys for Tots Fundraiser, but Christmas was still a week away. Jason was helping- was forced- to help decorate and Alfred was pretty much “head of the decorating committee” since Bruce was hosting the fundraiser. Alfred was a perfectionist, and was sort of like a Hitler when it came to decorating.
Damian was lying on the floor, “That’s not straight, Jason! It’s tilting! Hello! You know what-- just let me do it.” he said while standing up, and Jason smiled. That was an easy way for him to get out of decorating.
Jason let go of the banner and Damian went to work. Dick was putting out poinsettias and Tim was laying out the auction items, “Hey, Jason, can you give me a hand?” Dick asked with his hands full of the red plants.
“Where is Y/N? She was supposed to help me with these.” Dick said as he passed a plant over to Jason.
“She’s upstairs getting dressed for the fundraiser. She said she has to look her best, since she will be announcing what we raised tonight.” Jason said as he sat the plant down on a table. “I told her she always looks good. Even in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, she looks gorgeous.”
Dick stared at Jason, “You love her, don’t you?” the ex-robin asked him.
Jason smiled, “Yeah, I do.”
“Then why haven’t you made a move? I have never known you to not go after something you want.”
Jason looked over to make sure you weren’t coming down the stairs. “Because I don’t want to screw up our friendship now.” he said as he rubbed his face. “Plus, I’m nervous to make a move. What if she doesn’t like me in that way? Then if I make a move, it will ruin everything we do have.” Jason rambled, and Dick placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder.
“I have an idea.” Dick said as he walked over to a box and pulled out a bunch of mistletoe. “I’m in charge of hanging these up, and these are the answer to your problem.” he said while dangling the plant in front of Jason.
Jason smiled, “Yeah, but if we only have one plant, you know how long it would take to get her under it?”
“We hang up multiple plants, Jason. Then bam! You kiss her and see if she feels the same way. And if she doesn’t, well, you go back to being friends, and she will think it was just a holiday tradition.”
They started hanging the plants, and while hanging the last plant, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Jason watched you walk down the stairs, and he could faintly hear Dick, “Hey! The ladder! It’s tipping!”
You were wearing a thigh-length, wine red dress, with matching heels. Jason was in a trance, and he was enamored by you. “Do you think it’s too short? I hope not, because I went through fifteen dresses, and this one was the best.” you said, and a thud behind Jason made him turn.
Dick was sprawled out on the floor and groan escaped his lips, “Thanks.... a lot.... Jason.” he muttered, and you ran over to Dick. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?” you asked as you helped Dick to his feet.
Jason was lost in thought; all he could think of was your dress on his bedroom- “Jay, are the two of you alright?” you questioned your friends. Dick looked you up and down, and then over at Jason, “Never mind, I am no longer mad about you letting me fall off that ladder.” Dick said as he held his side and limped away.
With a smile you turned to Jason, “What was that about?” Your bright smile could bring him to his knees, “Oh, um, I don’t know. But you--you look amazing.” he said nervously. Jason mentally smacked himself, usually he was way smoother with his words.
“Thank you, Jaybird.” you say as you looked at your cellphone. “You better go get ready; the party starts in twenty minutes.” You say as you walked towards the kitchen to find Alfred.
-Time Skip brought to you by Clark Griswold’s Family Christmas-
The mini orchestra was playing Christmas music, and everyone was dancing. Jason even got a few dances in with you, and all he could think about was figuring out how to get you under one of the stupid hanging plant, that would determine the rest of his life.
He watched you walk up to the front of the room with a microphone in hand, “I am proud to say that we have raised well over $25,000 and we have received over 2,600 gifts for the Wayne’s Toys for Tots.” Clapping erupted around Jason, and he couldn’t help but to smile at you.
“Thank you, and please, enjoy the rest of the night, and Merry Christmas.” You sat the microphone on the grand piano, so that you could find Jason. Dick looked over at Jason and pointed up at the mistletoe, “Care to dance?” Jason asked, and you smiled.
“Sure.” You replied.
He whisked you away from the big crowd of people and took you towards the hallway near the staircase. The mistletoe was only a few feet away. “Why are we dancing all the way over here?” you asked as you placed your hands on Jason’s shoulders.
Shrugging his shoulders, he grinned, “It’s cooler over here?” Jason waltzed you closer to the mistletoe, almost there, he thought.
You cracked another smile, “Okay, well I am going to go get another drink. Want one?” you asked as you pulled away from him. “Yeah, sure, thanks.” he said, and when you walked away, he groaned.
“Oh, so close. Good thing there’s another mistletoe by the champagne bar.” Dick said, as he walked away with a blonde on his arm.
Jason quickly walked after you, and there you were, talking to a bunch of people. When you see him, you motioned him over, “This is Gladys Newton. She is chairwoman of Y/L/N Industries.” you introduced him to an older woman with dark hair.
Jason shook her hand and listened to her ramble on and on, and all he could think about was how you were just a few feet away from the mistletoe. “Hey Y/N-”
But before he could ask you to follow him, your father called you over. “Y/N, I want you to meet someone.” Now you were too far away from the mistletoe, and three other couples were taking pictures under the last remaining mistletoe.
Jason sighed and took a glass of bourbon to the balcony that overlooked the garden. He watched at snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and all he could think about was his failed attempt to kiss you. All he wanted to do was to tell you how he truly felt. But it seemed another year would pass before he could gain the courage to tell you he loved you.
He took a sip and sat the glass down on the edge of the railing, “Hey, are you alright?” your voice sounded like silk to him. Jason turned around and when he looked up, he saw the mistletoe, and you were standing underneath it.
You looked up and then your mouth fell agape but was instantly followed with a smile. “Looks like we have to kiss.” you say, and Jason stared at your red lips. “But we don’t have to if you don’t want to...” you whisper, and he looked into your eyes.
“Are you sure?” Jason asked and you smiled, as he inched closer to you.
“It’s tradition, Jaybird. We are under a mistletoe, and we have to uphold the tradition.” you say as you rested your hands on his chest.
Jason took a deep breath and looked down at the ground. “I don’t want it to be because of a tradition...” he whispered, and you placed a hand on his cheek. “Y/N, I have been in love with you for a very long time. I have tried all night to get you under the mistletoe, but I want our first kiss to mean something. I want you to feel the same way I do..” he said, and you brought his face down to yours.
“Then it’s a good thing I do feel the same way as you do.” Your lips gently pressed against his, and Jason’s heart fluttered. Your lips against his was something he always imagined, but it was way better than he had dreamed and pictured it.
When you pulled away, he had a big smile on his face. “Why didn’t you kiss me sooner?” you asked, and he laughed, “I was nervous.” he replied.
“Jason Todd, nervous? I have never known you to be nervous.” you said with a smile, and he grinned back at you. “Good thing I am not nervous anymore.” he said before he pressed another kiss to your lips.
Looks like he didn’t have to wait another year for you to be his. He hoped you would be his for the rest of your lives.
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Merry Christmas Eve Eve! I hope you enjoyed this anonymous! <3
#jason todd x y/n#jason wayne#jason todd x reader#jason todd#dc red hood#the red hood#dc heroes#dc titans#dc robin#bruce wayne x y/n#dick grayson#tim drake#damian wayne
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riri i just had this random thought for your daddy issues au. like you’ve been asking brendan to buy you something maybe a bag or a dress but he keeps telling you that you have enough but when hunter asks for something bren buys it immediately. so obviously you’re a little sad and you tell thom about it and he goes and buys it for you and places it on your desk so it’s anonymous and you go hug brendan who’s a little taken a back by your display of affection but he doesn’t mind it because you look the happiest you’ve been in a long time and it reminds him of a time before their mother left
i don’t know i’m just rambling rn
im in awe with this. the things thom does for his best friend.. and you, of course
i can so see her wanting a dress that really matches her vibe and bren being like "that dress looks the same as all your other ones." and you keep prying and trying to convince him but he doesnt break, saying something along the same lines every time.
one day after another unsuccessful attempt, thom sees you walking away, deflated with a pout on your lips.
"what's wrong?" he asks, stopping you in your tracks.
"it's nothing," you mumble, looking down at your feet.
"y/n, c'mon. what's got you so upset?" he insists and you sigh, glancing up at him.
"i wanted this dress," you reveal, opening your laptop to show him the exact one. he eyes it carefully as you continue speaking, lightly smiling to himself because it's so you.
"i've been asking my dad if he can buy it for me so long but he keeps saying no," a frown forms upon your face. "it would make me really happy. do you think you can convince him?"
he looks at you with a gleam in his eyes. "i'll see what i can do."
a couple days later, you wake up to a mysterious box sitting on your desk. upon opening it, you have to hold back a scream of joy, jumping in excitement as you see the dress you've been wanting for weeks.
you set it down and run downstairs to find your dad. he's with some of the guys in the kitchen, including thomas, but your head makes them blurry as you wrap him into a tight hug from behind.
he didn't see you coming so his eyes widen at the unexpected feeling, looking down to see your arms wrapped around his torso. "y/n, why are you hugging me?"
his question results in a snort from mackie, which results in a smack on the shoulder from thomas who had a hard time holding back the grin so desperately waiting to show.
"thank you," you say as you let go, causing your dad to turn to you.
"for what?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"for being the best dad ever! i love you," you pull him into a hug once more and again, he looks down at you in shock. he side eyes his friends, his gaze meeting thomas' whose eyes spoke hug her you dumbass.
so he did. his arms wrapped around you tightly as a feeling of warmth settled in his heart. a hand came up to stroke your hair before he leant down to press a kiss to the topof your head.
"i love you," he whispered for your ears only.
#chats w riri#nommies <3#dad!brendan#dad!brendan chat#dbf!thom#dbf!thomas#dad!briss#dbf!thomas chat#dbf!thomas thoughts#daddy issues chat#daddy issues au
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I been reading alot of bts CEO and reader and I hope what this one's okay
Taehyung and chubby reader she's a cam girl which is where she met Taehyung they meet have dinner get to know each other feel each other out etc a few dates later they've never done anything so far not even a kiss they have another date after dinner on the way to her home she gets fed up and decides to throw caution to the wind and take her panties off or something and well you'll do your thing
thank you for being so dedicated in the request box and giving me something to work towards! i appreciate you and i'm thankful that you enjoy my writing! keep sending them because obviously everyone loves your ideas! (◠﹏◠✿)
꒰ ꒱ pairing: ceo!taehyung x black chubby reader.
꒰ ꒱ rating: 18+! please proceed responsibly.
꒰ ꒱ word count: 3.0k
꒰ ꒱ warning(s): exhibitionism, cum denial, voyeurism if you squint, dirty talk, cash for pleasure, cam girl!reader, cocky!taehyung. basically. . .
꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: enjoy! requests can be placed in the "darkest desires" box. this is unedited btw!
YOU TOOK YOUR TIME SUCKING on the lollipop while you did your best to focus as much as you could on the comments that were coming in. the only thing that they could see — and would only see, ever — was below your nose. most of the times, you had come online with a mask or something to give mystery to your features. however after a good day, you had decided not to.
“do one of you plan on keeping me company?” you asked into the camera, leaning close to smear the contents of the strawberry lollipop on your lips in a teasing form. you made soft and sweet moans, trying to pull someone to the side. a request came into the middle of your screen and with a giggle, you placed the lollipop into the side of your mouth and tending to the anonymous user who had spent $1,200 to pull you to the side for a VIP show.
“see you later, losers!” you said and entered the private chat, camera off and voice on as you inhaled. most of the times this happened, the anonymous user would request you to wear a mask so that you could pleasure yourself in front of the camera. . . but it was quiet this time around. you turned your camera on, popping a grape flavored lollipop into your lips as you read the comments.
this user seemed to be testing your patience, your hands on your knees are you waited for instruction on how to please what appeared to be a satisfied customer. you liked doing this at times, letting the other person think that they had some sort of control over you but at any given time? you could just take their money and end the session without a complaint in the world. it made you think of the couple times you had done that, leaving a message on your wall that all your viewers were to refrain from nutting until the next itme you came online.
next time could be a months time. it was whatever you felt like.
but this time? you had been growing impatient. hm, not impatient but antsy. would he request for you to do something? without your knowledge, you could feel the slump in your posture and a bit of a whimper fall from your lips at the radio silence from the chatroom. "aren't you going to instruct me to do something?" you asked, squinting your eyes so that you could read. the 'typing' message appeared before it disappeared and you whimpered again, going as far to slap your hands against your thighs. despite the satisfaction from the jiggle, it was beyond frustrating. did this anonymous person not have his dick out and ready? he request over a thousand dollars to spend time with you and now he wasting your time.
don't get it confused, you expected to get your nut from this as well. not sitting on your legs, which were getting a bit numb, and entertaining someone who didn't appear to know what they were doing. you swept your legs from underneath you in a swift fashion and brought your hands to your side, spreading them open. nothing. you didn't let that stop you from motivating you to touch yourself, left hand crawling down your body between the valley of your breasts and soon you would be near your clit.
ANON: Don't.
the ping from the chat caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stand and for a moment you felt like you succeeded. you let a smirk decorate your feelings and the bratty, rebellious side of you completely ignored what the chat was saying. you let your hand brush over your clitoris and sharply inhaled, the sensitive bud demanding some sort of relief from your night of teasing. another ping.
ANON: You don't want to be a good girl for me? Listen.
ANON: Hands by your sides.
you had to admit, you were even more turned on before. things like this allowed you to imagine what the other person's voice could possibly sound like and right now? it was deep, demanding and teasing all in the same. this time, you listened, correcting your posture and sitting up with your chest in the air. you breasts were full -- hell, you were a plus size woman. you waited for the next instruction which didn't come until at least ten minutes later, causing you to lean forward and read.
ANON: I like that lipstick. Get it and write whore on your chest.
ANON: Do it or you won't orgasm tonight.
before you could protest, another $1,200 had been sent to your personal cash box on this website. was this man rich or something? with caution to your face, you turned over and arched so that your ass was in the air, leaning down and grabbing your favorite nyx cosmetic lipstick to write whore over your breasts. the idea of this person getting off to you degrading yourself to him made the tension in your clitoris spike up and now? you were growing impatient. your own method of game was being used on you. you sat back in the same position, breasts in the air and hands to your side as you waited. a response came quicker than you expected.
ANON: Good girl.
ANON: Play with yourself. Spit on your fingers and play with your clit for me.
and you didn't hesitate. you moved the bodysuit that you had been wearing to the side, lipstick falling on the bed as you inserted two fingers in your mouth. you were still in control of this game a part of you figured, running the two fingers down the valley of your breast and over your hard nipples through the fabric before they met your clitoris and god, you had to remember you were camming. you could feel the arm that you used for support going weak at the contact and you closed your eyes tight, circling those two fingers of your clitoris as you had been instructed. there was a couple dings but you had decided fuck it, you needed to nut and you needed to nut now.
ANON: Don't cum.
ANON: Listen to me.
ANON: You're not being a good girl are you?
the only thing that was able to capture your attention was the sound of the cash bell, opening your watery eyes and realizing that another grand had been sent. this anonymous user was spending his money a tad bit ruthless on you, but you didn't care. once you sent, you can't unsend. shakily, you responded, "I got a little distracted. I just wanted to be good for you," you whined, hand never removing from your clitoris but the motion stopping completely. the typing message appeared again.
ANON: Let's go out to dinner.
you cocked your head back, thrown off by the invitation but even more creeped out. did this person know your location?
ANON: I don't know where you live.
ANON: I'm willing to fly.
for some idiotic reason, apart of you felt the need to meet this person to. if he could get you like this behind a computer screen, what were the odds? you never really cared for looks when it came to men because men didn't care. pussy was pussy. the 5 grand in your cash box was proof of that. none of these men had seen your face, only your body. you realized that maybe you had been in thought for too long and responded. "let's meet in LA, you'll fly me out, right?" you asked. LA was a place that you had wanted to visit and if a man could do that for you, you had no objections.
ANON: LA is fine.
ANON: The flight is long. $10,000 will be sent for your time in person.
ANON: That should cover your flight and something for dinner.
ANON: No cumming until you see.
you were so amazed at the amount of cash just given to have your presence that you didn't even realize that tonight would end in you being edged. he had sent over his personal cell phone number and instructed to text him once you had woken up in the morning.
so you did.
"i mean, are you sure that this is safe?" your best friend, megan, asked you. the two of you had been out to a brunch date and you ran over the details of what occured in your last cam session. megan knew everything about you and when she wasn't performing to become a famous rapper, she was hanging out with you. "he sounds like a creep nigga, girl." she said, biting into her muffin and shaking her head.
"i'm thinking about the finesse of it all, though!" you said, chuckling and requesting for him to send you a picture of himself. the information you had gained from texting since 11 am in the morning was that this man was overseas in korea and he was busy. you could kind of assume that he had been rich, but you had no idea what he did for work.
when you sent the text message, you looked to megan and grabbed her hands. "he gave me ten thousand dollars. you're coming with me and will trail me the entire way. if there's something wrong, beat this nigga up, okay? call the police too."
"you and this adrenaline shit that you like. this nigga better be fine, girl. dick better be good too!" megan said and you brushed her shoulder. hell, you hoped that it was too because you hadn't nutted since your cam session and for some reason, you felt obligated to listen to him.
the date was set for next week.
the hotel room that was booked for your stay had been under his name and at the receptionist desk, you found out his name. kim taehyung. she looked at you like you had been a crazy woman booking a room in his name, looking how you looked. you gave her a look back like. . . be sick that he's taking care of a big girl and not you.
of course, you were going to run to google to find out just who this man was. the first night, while he was flying out, you along with megan had spent your time researching. google said that this was a successful man who was the ceo for an oil painting museum. he had gone into business with his childhood best friend, kim namjoon, who was also absolutely decked out in money. there was a possibility that you could be getting catfished, so you brought megan to the same place where you were supposed to meet for dinner that night. she had been at the bar, watching from a long distance.
you had bought yourself a nice designer dress from versace shopping earlier -- which was a surprise that it even came in your size -- sitting at the table in vip that he also booked for you two under his name. your hair had been kept natural and swept up into an elegant bun. it had been almost thirty minutes that you had been waiting for him when a gorgeous man joined you at your table.
it wasn't him though.
"hi, my name is park jimin and i'm just here to confirm that you're under nda. the events of your relationship with kim taehyung must not be disclosed to anyone, including the media," he looked up to you and smiled apologetically. "i apologize for running a little later than intended. i was caught in traffic and finalizing this contract. you can have some time to look it over and then sign," he flipped a couple pages. "here!"
you were a bit overwhelmed and a weird sensation that this man was real started to hit you. how would people think of you walking out with him? some sort of gold digging. you were a hustler, but using people for their money was never you. in this entire fiasco, you did plan on giving him part of you since he was funding you. it seemed like an equal exchange. "have no worries, there's a private exit and i can assure you that your privacy will be protected per me and my team."
park jimin seemed sweet. he seemed like he cared and he stood by his words. without hesitation, you began looking over the contract. some of the details contained things about kinks and wages for your time pleasuring the CEO, but nothing too out of the ordinary. no fine print sneaky things. so she had no issue with it, signing the line after she had finished reading through.
"thank you, i'll bring this to him signed and he'll be in here soon," he said with a smile on his features, standing up and bowing before exiting out of the restaurant. you sat at the table and filed your nails, a little nervous for what was to come. you pulled out your phone and realized that megan was too busy focused on someone at the bar to be "protecting" you as she promised. you looked off in the distance and smiled, seeing her smiling wide in the face of someone you couldn't see.
"you must be miss feline," a deep voice said, causing you to jump out of your skin and looking in his direction. he was taller than you, so you turned your neck up to see the face that matched.
he was so fine that you got wet. this was who was talking to you? you chewed on you lips and nodded your head, amused that he addressed you from your cam girl name and not from the name you placed on the signature. "it depends on who is asking, who are you?"
kim taehyung seemed amused to say the least, chuckling as he pulled out a seat as he removed his jacket. it was a nice three piece suit and he looked absolutely delectable in it. he said nothing further, "i wish i had been here to sit you properly. have you taken a chance to look at the menu?" he asked, pulling it up and looking over your features.
you didn't miss the way he wet lips when he got a peek at the valley of your breasts. "i did look at the menu, i know what i want to order but you took your precious time. i sat here starving," you said, pulling your menu up as if you had been unbothered. "i see who won't be cumming tonight."
taehyung let out a hearty laughter at that one, placing his menu down and folding his hands together underneath his chin. "you think you're the one in control, y/n?" he stood from the chair, moving over to sit closer to you and getting a bit too closer for your own good. "if i put my hands underneath your dress," he said as he brushed his hand over your thigh. oh, he had the nerve to be doing this in a public space. "and rubbed on your swollen pussy..."
you tried to fight jumping in your chair once his big thumb brushed over your clitoris, applying soft pressure before it suddenly ended. you were used to at least getting off frequently on your own, but it had been a week since you could pleasure yourself. for some reason you felt obligated to listen to him and you hated that feeling of that. giving him control and giving him the power to control when you came.
"just like that, huh good girl?" he said, burying his face in your neck as he proceeded to relieve some of that tension. god, you needed to feel this. you chewed on your bottom lip, making sure that nobody was paying attention before you could fully enjoy yourself. you reveled in the feeling, placing your hands on the table as you pleaded from your lips that he allowed you to cum. you were not prepared for when he moved your panties to the side and buried his middle finger into you sopping pussy. he hooked, hitting your g-spot and driving you absolutely insane. "you sit on a camera and play with your pussy, bet you can't even make yourself feel good for a bunch of losers."
he was hitting every spot, your body felt hot all over and with your rocking your hips against your fingers, he could've said anything and you would've nodded your head like the pathetic bitch that you had been. "please let me cum, make me cum!" you whispered out harshly, hand holding onto his wrist just in case he would try to pull apart.
his other hand was off doing god knows what, digging into his pocket before he pulled out a check. your eyes widened at it, but you had been focused on making sure that you got your nut at this restaurant. "5 grand or your nut, you choose." he said and you gasped, looking to him with shocked eyes. you pleaded almost, pouting and shaking your head at this choice. "you can do this baby, make a decision.." taehyung started to become relentless with his fingering and you stuttered. "come on, make it quick. i can feel your pussy tightening on my fingers."
"fuck, fuck, 5 grand!" and almost he instantly pulled his fingers from you. you regretted it instantly, but there was a teasing smile on his features that this would not be the last time he had his hands on you.
"give me those," he demanded, fingers sliding into the hem of your panties and without precaution to the world, you slipped your panties off. he was elated at the fact that you listened on command, bunching the rolled up panties in his hand and standing to move over and stuff them in his jacket. you caught sight of his bulge and smirked. "don't worry, you'll get to have all of your dick tonight baby. let's eat first."
"my dick?" you asked, waiting for the waiter to come around and fanning your cheeks to cool the blush down.
"it's your dick. contract said so. . ." he smiled and looked over the menu. "i'll pay you every time and you can keep your camgirl profession. what's the one thing you promised me, though? on the contact?" he said, raising his hand to signal the waiter.
"i'll be good to you."
just a teaser for what's to come. i WILL be turning this into a series/story.
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I’m not so great at stringing words together but I just want to say thank you SO MUCH for putting out SN and part of SY for people to read !! I’m a slow reader so I’m not fully finished SY just yet but I can’t wait to reach and finish chapter 7 of SY ✨💫 it was a fun (and heart wrenching) emotional rollercoaster when reading the things that Y/N had to go through. I found your account mainly because of SN and I can’t wait to read what else you have on here once I’m done 💛💛 I wish you and the few lucky people who can read the rest of SY a bunch of fun seeing the story of Y/N continue !!
Anonymous said
hey I hope you know that I’m so proud of you for being able to deal with those people for so long! ur writing for the series was amazing probs one of the most amazing series I’ve read! you deserve to have both sides of ur pillows cold, always get ur order at restaurants right, ur charger always gets plugged in at one time! maybe one day in another multiverse u didn’t have to deal with all the stress
Anonymous said
Hi Saint, first of all, I just want to say thank you for the SN and SY series. Its my favorite and I’m sad these people were the cause of it being discontinued :( I don’t have a tumblr account so sadly I am not a moot, I discovered your amazing series just last week, but thank you so much for all your time and effort! I hope you’re taking care of yourself well. Thank you again. Perhaps one day, if you don’t mind, you will share the rest of the end. If not, we completely understand. Thank you ♥️
Anonymous said
Hello Saint! Just wanted to say thank you for giving sn/sy it was an amazing journey, I respect you so much because you are such a great writer and I honestly think you could be a newyork times bestselling author. I respect your decision to discontinue sy and wishing you best for the future and I hope everything gets less stressful in your life.
Anyways I'll always be excited whenever I get a notification from you (●´ω｀●)
Love you saint <3
Anonymous said
hi saint, I've been a fan of your sn/sy series for quite a while now and i absolutely loved what you had done with the plotline and characterization. despite the (numerous) tears the series has caused me, i think I'll forever keep this series in my heart <3
I'm sad to see this discontinued however I understand that's it's important for you to prioritise your mental health and write what you want to write. I look forward to your future fics!
Anonymous said
i’m so sorry the unnecessary pressure you had to deal with came to discontinuing sy. seeing how so many people acted in your ask box was so baffling. the way readers treating this story as if this was their own and not yours, and the blatant lack of reading skills was genuinely insane. it really goes to show how entitled people think they are to dictating someone else’s story. i hope this doesn’t discourage you from writing all together. you truly do have an incredibly beautiful way of writing tear jerking stuff.
and i really do mean this as advice to readers, but you are reading a story. you can’t demand constant self fulfillment from the author, you need to read it as a story. i understand emotions run high when reading something, and “grudges” against characters happen- that’s fine. you can hate a character for whatever reason, big or small. however, you can’t uncritically erase the value of a character and scold the author for the way they wrote a character in a manner you didn’t like. and considering the fact the author is someone who’s been under a lot of stress but still publishing their writing, you guys are acting incredibly selfish. stop treating stories as if they’re yours, but as someone else’s story.
once again, i’m so sorry you had to deal with all of this. it’s an unwanted consequence of readers thinking they’re entitled to a story. i cant wait for any of your future works, and look forward and fully support the future of your writing and you.
Anonymous said
although i’m very sad you’re discontinuing sy, i’m glad you’re putting yourself first. you’re an incredible writer, and sn & sy are absolutely the best fanfiction i’ve ever read. you’ve made such complex characters with a twisting yet anticipating story. i’ve never cried so much to a story like yours (in the best possible way) and been this excited over a story. i’ve been here reading since chapter 5 (??? i think) of sn and i’m glad i was able to follow you on this journey. i really hope some day we’re able to know how it ends, but in the meantime i hope you’re doing well :) wishing u nothing but the best <3
@kianaisthename said
Saint :)
Just wanted to get emotional and tell you how amazing you are and I hope you get enough rest and clear you head from those stupid hates
Though I really wish supportive messages were more effective and motivating for you to continue the story even under the pressure of work and real life stuff but I do understand that negative words always carry more weight than positive ones and I completely understand your decision =)
Just wanted to tell you I’ve been reading your story since chapter 3 of sn and it might be interesting to know I’m from Iran ( idk if you’ve heard of the country or not ) and your 5 pm here is actually 3/4 am and I would actually put my alarm clock the times you used to tell us the exact hour.
Anyway sn and sy will always be a part of my heart and I do hope and wish to be able to read the rest of it someday.
Thanks for everything and take good care of yourself 💚
Also sorry for my bad English 😂
@kiku28 said
Hello Saint
I hope you are doing well. I know a lot has been happening to you these past couple of months. I can only imagine how hard it’s been on you, emotionally, physically, and mentally. Please do what you have to do for yourself. Take care of yourself first. Take a break, hang out with friends and family, go and live you life. Your writing has really made my day, especially the really difficult ones. So I also want to say thank you for all you do. Please take care of yourself and be well. Go have fun. You don’t have to post this, it is really just for you to know I am cheering you on.
Anonymous said
I'm crying a lot, almost every day I come here to wait for a new chapter of this story, it's been years since I liked a story so much and unfortunately Brazilian gojo stories are boring, I loved this one and I want to cry knowing that I won't be anxious to see it anymore one more chapter. It bothers me a lot knowing that this story was canceled by people who don't know how to separate fiction from reality and appealed to cursing, they didn't understand anything about the story, the development and the side of the characters. Thanks anyway, I will miss you so much. Sorry bad writing...
Anonymous said
idk why some people are so salty about gojo and utahime i feel like i was the only one who was kinda enjoying their relationship?? gojo had been sad for very long (and he kinda deserved it) but now ig it was his time to be a lil happy??? i was also enjoying y/n starting to be jealous and caring for gojo again BUTTTT some people just gotta spoil it all :/
stay strong saint i hope one day you are able to continue sy and fuck all of you because of who this story is being discontinued. some people need to keep their opinions to themselves fr.
@seijju said
Hi, I'd really like to thank you for writing such a masterpiece 🥺 The first work of yours that I've read was "Remember, Forever" and since that, you became my fave writer here in Tumblr. I'm fucking depressed right now because of SY being discontinued, I really wanna boil the heads of your haters and skin them alive. 🙂
Please rest and take your time to relax, you deserve all the best things in the world. Thank you for writing and introducing us to SN/SY, it's literally the best gojo x reader fic I've ever read in my entire life. Love u !! Sending hugs with consent 🥺
(I'm just gonna continue the story in my head... 😭😭😭😭😭)
Anonymous said
as much as i love sincerely yours, it's honestly a relief you're discontinuing it. you deserve to do it. people were starting to take things a little personal and i can't imagine the toll that would have taken. i hope this takes some weight off your shoulders ❤️
at least people can't complain this way anymore. they're free to interpret how the story goes as they wish 🤷♀️ if that still isn't enough for them then... lol. like you said, they don't have to suffer through bora bora part 2 again
also, i just wanted to give you a heads up that ohayo-poco is writing a haikyuu fic fairly similar to sincerely not. it's titled "be here". wanted to let you know in case anything was up!
@blkladyelle said
I know we don’t know each other very well and have talked briefly on discord but I’m so glad you’re doing this for you. Saint, you absolutely poured your heart and soul into this and to even think of all the hate and terrible assumptions you were getting unfathomable. I wish there was more I could do to help. And, I think I mentioned this in a comment, if you decide to come back to posting publicly I’ll be so happy to see it.
People who do this to you, or any writer are low lives and I truly hope you didn’t take their words to heart; which is easier said than done. I truly enjoyed how much passion you have when you speak about your stories and the characters that they felt so real! That’s such an amazing power you have! And at the end of the day, it’s fiction, these characters aren’t real despite how much we manifest, and everyone has different ideas and views of characters so if someone’s interpretation of a character isn’t to their liking they can leave it alone!
I truly hope you find some peace, not just on here but in your job as well since it does bring you some stress. You truly don’t deserve any of this and I hope whenever you read this it leaves you feeling good in some way 💜💜
@x-avantgarde-x said
Crying, punching the air, sobbing and throwing up rn.
The kind of things I’d to all those that have made you discontinue this series would put all that Gojo and his dad have done through SN and SY to shame.
I have already said this, but SN and SY will forever be one of my favorite fics on this site and one of those that I’ll hold closest to my heart. I’ve been here since the early days and it’s been one held of a ride getting to know this story and it’s characters and watch them evolve with time. You will forever be one of my most favorite writers here on tumblr, I’ll never get tired of telling you how much I admire you and the way you have to create such realistic stories with such a complex world and well developed and 3 dimensional characters. Your way to make everyone in this series feel like a real human being who I could easily meet on my daily life is one of the things that has made me connect so much with this story, and though I have cursed you over your ability to describe scenarios in a way that it seems like we are the ones living them (because you have made me share too many tears lol) is something that not many authors possess and you, Saint, you do.
Thank you for sharing this story with us. Thank you for letting us be a part of this amazing universe that you have created and for letting us know so many amazing characters and such a humble and wonderful author.
Though I’m sad we won’t get to know the ending to this marvelous fic, I know I will never be able to forget Sincerely not and Sincerely yours and all the emotions it has made me feel. You have a loyal supporter in me and I cannot wait to see what amazing story you bring us next.
Xoxoxo
Anonymous said
i know its hard for you to deal with all the useless hate from karens, but i hope one day you can complete sy. it was truly one of the best fics i've ever read. i hope you take the break you deserve, and until it all calms down focus on yourself < 3
however i will truly respect whatever decision you make even tho it breaks my heart a lil :,)
@evangelith said
People better leave you alone omfg, they really think they’ll do something going the other way and now pressing you to continue, I really wish they had the same energy back when they where rude to you, do they even care about what you really want? They just keep proving they don’t 😭
I’m happy you are prioritizing yourself Saint, and mad people don’t get the point, I wish you lots of love you deserve it 🥺🤍
Anonymous said
saint thank you for all the journey through sn and sy, you're really an amazing writer 😭 so sad that sy will be discontinued, but it's okayyyyy you're condition is the most important than the fic 🤧🤧 i love youu sainttt, OH and i was gonna say how i can read your oikawa racer fic, i really want to read it so bad 🤧 if you wouldn't mind, but it's okay if you want to keep it private 😃👍. TAKE CARE SAINTT i love youuu from heree <3 <3 <3
note: sorry for my bad english, it's not my first language^^
@nanamin-3 said
Hello saint,
I just wanted to say thank you for the amazing stories you have given us. I am so sad that SY had to be discontinued but I really cannot fathom how people are so upset about the characterization of a story’s character that is still not done and have the gall to dictate how the writer should create them.
You made time for us in your already busy and hectic life to write such a rich and amazing story for us and for that I’m so thankful! Your characters felt so real and intricate, and not only with y/n and gojou but also with other characters like Megumi and sera. I remember when I came across first SN, I couldn’t stop reading and loved it so so much and was so excited to see SY. I would look forward coming from work or after having a bad day and reading a chapter in this amazing story because it truly made me feel better reading such an amazing and thought out story.
Thank you so much for giving us such an amazing story, you’re the best! Love youu and take care of yourself! 🫶🏻💕
idek where to begin i’m sooo flooded with love n appreciation right now and i’m very grateful for every single one of u. i mean it with my whole chest 🥹 i’m sorry for the disappointment my decision has caused tho. i understand how it feels especially since sy was left on a cliffhanger gaaaah :< but also, i think it’s the best option i have for now. it warms my heart to know that some of u truly do understand where i’m coming from. thank you for all the support, the kind wishes, the genuine love, and for taking the time to send me a heartfelt message. i’m not leaving just yet so don’t worry guys hahahah <33
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I normally do not start a post by tagging, in fact, I rarely tag, but I will with this one. @reflectedtruthsblog and @wickedlysexy1212 both recently replied to a post of mine by discussing how blocking in regards to 144 is on their mind and is something they have been talking about and I am sure there are many more people having conversations about this. So I want to take some time and share my thoughts on all of this. I realize this will be a long post but for me to share my thoughts, I cannot find a way to make it brief but I hope I can make my points clearly and calmly. My intent is not to inflame passions but simply express my thoughts on blocking and in my Paul Harvey voice, “The rest of the story”. I also want to say that I am only speaking for myself, so please I do want anyone here in Tumblr-land to think I am speaking on behalf of anyone. I am just sharing my thoughts in this post. I have not spoken to or with anyone about this, the following is me sharing what is on my mind.
To start with, I tried to think about what it would be like for me if I were to share something that caused me to suffer trauma, do so on the internet, and then have someone in a leadership position in a group that I used to a part of, say that 144 feels that I should not be believed because I was suffering from mental illness. I think this was the first “official” acknowledgment (I could be incorrect on it being the first) from someone close to 144 which was the post from BG1972 who said they had spoken to 144 and his view was those who were sharing their truths were suffering from mental illness, in a bad place, and needing prayers. To me, it is just unacceptable to respond with those who are sharing their truths should not be believed because they are suffering from mental illness. If it was me, I would be upset is the word that pops to mind but it would be so much more and a deeper pain than the word upset conveys.
Once again, if this were me, I would probably go on a blocking binge in an attempt to protect myself. Maybe both @reflectedtruthsblog and @wickedlysexy1212 did not like, comment, or in any way be part of any of this post (I have no idea as I am blocked), perhaps they do not even consider themselves part of “the tribe” but like many people saw a post from someone in “the tribe” that resonated and they liked and/or reblogged it. This might mean you were blocked in what I would call preemptive self-preservation based on my experience with some people associated with the 144’s group.
My experience, which I talked about in this post, happened back when I considered BG-72 a friend however that all blew up when I shared my belief that a d-type who is married and cheating should never earn a person’s submission. I argued that the community needed to call these people out because many are predators using dominance to hunt for kinky bow-chicka-wow-wow on the side or “down-low”. For me, how can someone who is supposed to lead a relationship where honesty is a cornerstone head up a partnership that has dishonesty built right in? I was shocked at how quickly members of “the tribe” as well as those around the fringes who were once friendly suddenly shunned me, fired off nasty grams, or worse. These came “anonymously” to my ask box or from a “blank” blogs. At the time I did not switch my anonymous box off (I should have done it sooner and finally did).
I received messages that ran the gamut from the typical profanity-laced tirade (you f’ing this, you f’ing that) to people saying they were going to “out” me to my employer and my personal favorite (meaning this has stuck with me, unfortunately) “you are the result of a botched broken beer bottle abortion. I hope you die fucker.” Perhaps this last one stuck because it showed the sender read some of my thoughts. After all, I love to use alliteration and I do want to share that I am pro-choice, so this did not stick because somehow it offended a belief.
What I did not know at the time when I shared my married and cheating d-type beliefs passionately (I could have/should have dialed my passion down in hindsight) was that 144 either was still or had just divorced. I did not know I was calling out the leader of this group causing some to want to tar and feather me. I remember turning to a friend and expressing shock at what was coming my way and their reply, “you know 144’s married, right?” was stunning as I had never even considered that he was because of the advice he gave about married and unfaithful folks but at that point everything made sense. Looking back, it is apparent to me now that I was not been attacked because of my view or that I strongly defended it but the abuse being thrown at me was because it was a perceived assault on this group’s leader.
So if I was a person who was in or around the tribe, found myself involved with 144, and then was going to share my truth, I would be aware of the hostility and scorn that would be heading my way and, once again, if it were me, I most certainly would use and liberally apply the block button. Especially since sharing my truth would be uncovering trauma and the nasty notes I was sure to receive would not be helpful, to put it mildly.
I do need to once again just share this friendly reminder, I am speaking just for myself and sharing my opinion. I have not spoken to anyone who has shared their truths about blocking.
So if you are wondering, what the truths that have been shared are, the incredibly oversimplified version and in my words (no one else’s) is 144 took advantage of young, new, submissives. If the s-type discovered he was married, the submissive was led to believe his wife, once again my words here was an invalid whom he was caretaking for out of duty/dedication. Not as more recently stated by 144, a wife struggling with their mental health. All the while he was doing this he was speaking out against those involved in a relationship that involved age gaps, dominants who take advantage of submissives in vulnerable spaces/places, as well those d-types who were married and being dishonest. In doing all this 144 was not only breaking the trust of those s-types who trusted him intimately, but also breaking the trust of the community he had set himself up as the leader of. Please remember this is oversimplified and expressed in my words, no one else’s.
So back to the blocking, I believe some people out in the Tumblrverse feel because those who have stepped forward to share their truths have blocked people they are being “shady” or even dishonest. Perhaps, to some, it lessens the impact of what is being shared. To that, I have to say I disagree, as I feel that much of the blocking is rooted in self-preservation, as these submissives attempt to shield themselves from the notes of condemnation and vileness they surely have received.
If I have not talked to anyone about blocking nor the possibility of despicable notes, how can I assume the submissives who have shared their truths are receiving them? Easy answer, because I have received a few because I showed support. Thus, in my mind, it is logical to assume these submissives have collected spiteful messages in their inboxes.
@reflectedtruthsblog and @wickedlysexy1212 I want to thank you for sharing your thoughts about blocking and doing so honestly and kindly. I am sure there are more people than the two of you that have been thinking about or perhaps even discussing this but appreciate you doing so in a place where I could see it because this “blocking thing” does go both ways. Many people who are part of 144’s group have chosen to block me for what I have shared about this subject. Perhaps I have failed in trying to stay somewhat even in the thoughts I have expressed but the one thing I do know is that I have only blocked those who have sent crass messages or those blogs “That Are Empty, Have No Avatar And/Or Description, Full Of Porn And/Or Politics Will Be Blocked”. The last bit in quotes has been my standard procedure for years plus it is stated in my blog’s description, therefore this is nothing new for me.
Should someone reading this be unable to see some of the posts being shared on 144, I have two thoughts on how to find them, should reading them be something important. What I think is the easiest solution, search Tumblr for 144 or whatever his new blog is. Not only will you find his posts but you should also find all of the other ones since they were always tagged, just search with the # before the blog names to scroll the hashtags. There I am sure you will discover the posts you want because they will be reblogged by someone who has not done any blocking but hashtagged the posts.
The other idea I have is to create a secondary account with a different email address. Two reasons I suggest this, first, it will allow you to see all the posts you might be blogged from, but also, if your content on Tumblr is important to you, it will allow you to “back up” your posts by reblogging your content to this separate and non-linked account should something happen to your primary blog.
I think there are a few things I should share, just because I think it is important for anyone who has read this to understand.
No one who shared their truths about 144 is a friend nor are we friendly (friendly means we occasionally chat) and until they stepped forward, bravely, I had never interacted with them. Since then there have been no conversations other than me thanking them for speaking up, them thanking me for my support, and me asking permission to write about something mentioned in one of their posts which was granted. I feel it is important to know there is no personal connection behind the thoughts I have shared on my blog other than my own beliefs. In other words, I am not sticking up for friends but rather I am standing up for strangers.
If it matters, and perhaps it may to some, I want to include a few links to my posts that relate to everything being discussed:
I have shared two posts sharing my thoughts on this in addition to this post, with those located here, for the first, and here, for the second.
In this post, I wrote about what I call “assumed relationships” and how, for me, this theory of 144 is faulty and perhaps helped him do what he did. This post is here and is the post referenced above where I asked for and received permission.
Back in 2018, I wrote about my belief that the community could do a better job of supporting those who step forward to share their truths. This post is here and will help explain why I choose to stand with strangers.
These last links get to two of the things that 144 was disingenuous with the community about, age gap relationships, and married/cheating both written before any of this came to light. My thoughts are here for age gaps and here for married and dishonest d-types.
I want to add that if someone reading this happens to be in “the tribe” or even just around the edges, it must be a complete shock that someone that was looked up to and seemed to offer such sage advice could have people come forward, share their truths which may feel to you is against all 144 professed to stand for and thus is unbelievable. Sadly, my experience tells me to believe it. In my time blogging, this is the second community leader to have the same thing happen to them. Had 144 said something other than the first to step forward was suffering a mental health crisis, gaslighting them, and then claiming the victim owed him (Per his own words, he helped them out so they owe him), and then deciding to walk away, I would not be sharing this today. Perhaps, there has been new information from his camp but since the blocking goes both ways, I am not privy to it, nor at this point am I going to invest in seeking it out. I am just going to put my head down, and continue to do my thing as I know I have shared my views as well as I know how. No matter the community, vanilla or kink, rifts, leaders behaving badly, and people disappearing happen. Groups come and they go. I do wish that everyone who admires and enjoyed the tribe can find a fit for themselves going forward in a positive, friendly, and empowering group made up of amazing people or perhaps it will morph into something better. I do not feel that everyone who is part of this group is “bad” however some bad apples did poison the tree so to speak. I also know some will choose to see what they wish and no other person’s truth will impact theirs. This too is part of life.
So I will end with something I have said before, I am writing this not because I am a saint, above reproach but due to the fact I am a flawed human who has f’d up a billion times. Some of my screw-ups make me an asshat to some (and rightfully so), yet with that said, it does not change that I believe those who pursue and choose to set themselves up as community leaders should never bully, use mental (or physical) health as a weapon, and finally if you are going to lead anything, when you extend your hand to help someone up, it should not be followed by holding out your other hand out for some sort of payment or repayment.
As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.
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We! Need! More! Magne! Content! Can I please get Magne dealing with an anonymous secret admirer who specializes in those letters from books that premake the love letter like (Letters To My Love: Write Now. Read Later.) and the entirety of a little book (Knock Knock What I Love About You) among whatever else basically fill in the blank love letters the only reason she can't guess the admirer is because they use a little calligraphy to hide their normal handwriting the only reason she catches them is because she catches them in the act and they admit to never approaching her simply because they don't have relationship experience or as they say any of her life experience they admire her (when the letters started) which turned to crushing on which developed into love
(!!!!!WE NEED MORE MAGNE CONTENT!!!!!)
~Magne's Secret Admirer~
headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up
"Ugh damn it!" She slammed her fist onto the counter at the bar area and dropped her pen. Toga stopped playing on her phone and turned her head to peek over her shoulder. She watched Magne do the same thing she did every single week for the past 3 weeks in a row. Finally her curiosity got the best of her and she decided to check it out. She locked up her device and placed it on the couch cushion before getting up and skipping over to the bar. Magne's forehead was on the counter and her arms hung in defeat at her side. She groaned and Toga gently reached over to pat her back. "Are you okay big sis?" The girl asked with genuine concern. Magne groaned again before finally sitting up and staring at the paper in front of her. "Yeah I guess...I'm actually not okay. Himiko, how well can you keep a secret?" Magne looked over at her and waited. "Hmmmm..." Toga placed a finger on her cheek thoughtful. "Pretty good I think! I'm better than Twice at least." She teased playfully. "Okay well come with me then." Magne got up and Toga followed behind her faithfully. Magne opened her bedroom door and ushered for Toga to come in first. Magne then looked around to make sure nobody was watching when she entered herself, closed, and locked the door. Toga took a seat on the bed and pulled the large stuffed penguin into a hug while she watched Magne dig through a shoebox she'd pulled from underneath the bed. When Magne found what she was looking for, she pulled out the paper and shoved the box back underneath her bed. "Here look at this and tell me what you think these are." Magne shoved the stuffed animal out of the way and placed the paper into Toga's lap. She crossed her arms and watched Toga scan the letters with her eyes before looking up and gasping lightly. "Love letter??? You've got a-"
"A secret admirer, I know! But I can't fucking seem to figure out who it is. I mean, I keep looking over these letters and it feels like I'm only getting half of what I need to figure this out. I mean, what do you think? Do you have any idea what this could even be? Any clues, suspects, literally anything!?!?!" Magne freaked out just a tiny bit. She'd never truly been the object of another person's affections. Not even during school was she very desirable to the others around her. When she was younger she was shy and could've blamed most her issues on simply not approaching enough people first. Her confidence came later in life after meeting with her close friend Yukine. So to now be in the romantic sights of someone was a big shock to her. The only obstacle now is trying to figure out just who it was. Toga sat with her and started narrowing down suspects.
Boss man couldn't be the one, could he? He's got a bit of Tsundere potential but what really would he do if he liked someone? Probably not love letters.
Dabi could've been it but he didn't seem like the love letter kind of guy either.
Spinner was a big potential so we'd add him to the list.
Y/N seemed like a very close friend, maybe like family almost?
Twice would've said so by now if it was him.
Compress and Kurogiri are STRONG suspects when it comes to something like love letters.
Muscular and Mustard no. Muscular didn't show interest in her and Mustard was a literal child.
Moonfish maybe???
Could it be someone outside of the league? Maybe Giran perhaps? He wasn't the love letter kind of guy but then again...he was unpredictable to most.
The girls had turned into detectives just overnight. Magne's wall was scattered with bits of paper and thumbtacks with yarn connecting them. The two of them were running back down the list of suspects for at least the rest of that week. By the time Friday had rolled around, Magne was once again on the lookout for the new weekly letter. She usually got them in the same place (slipped under her bedroom door when she least expected it). That's why today she had her door wide open as she stayed in her room all day long on lookout. However, she was still human at the end of the day. That meant she eventually needed to fall asleep. In the dead hours of the night, he admirer struck once again. When she woke up she wiped the grogginess from her face and waited until her eyes adjusted to the light sweeping over the bedroom from just behind the thin veiled curtains. When her eyes made contact with the envelope she gasped and quickly fumbled out of bed. She grabbed the letter, inspected it for just a second, slammed the door and then locked it. She rushed to her desk and grabbed a pen to try and decipher the note. It ended in failure yet again and she was beginning to feel like she was losing her mind over it. Something so sweet and romantic was starting to bring her sadness and frustration. She would've spent the entire day moping around in silence had she not just barely noticed you sitting at the bar scribbling something onto a familiar type of paper. The type of paper that had a certain texture and color to it. The same type of paper that her secret admirer had used for every letter she'd gotten. Magne quietly moved to stand over your back and watched your hand weave the intricate words onto the paper right in front of her eyes. You eventually felt that feeling that someone was standing before you swiveled around and gasped.
"AHA! I CAUGHT YOU RED HANDED!!!!" Magne shouted before jumping up and down and quickly taking a seat right next to you. "Y/N it was you?! It was you the whole time! Why??? Why didn't you just tell me how you felt! I mean, the letter were cute and all but I was having a pretty shit time at trying to figure everything out." She stopped talking and stared at you with wide eyes, awaiting an answer to it all. You side and cleared your throat, looking everywhere but directly into her eyes. "I thought it would be the best way to do things. I've never really had any type of relationship experience before so I figured this would be okay. I mean, for a while I spent a good bit of my time admiring you. I think eventually I'd somehow fallen in love with you when the crush started feeling like it was suffocating me. I like you. I like everything about you and I was worried you wouldn't feel the same." Magne reached out and pinched your side. "Oww, hey!" You moved quickly to the side and frowned. She smiled widely at you and quickly pulled you into a hug. "Sorry, I just felt like you needed to be brought back to reality so I pinched you. Y/N you shouldn't ever be scared to admit your feelings to me. I like everything about you too. I mean Hell, to me you're one of the best people I've ever had walk into my mess of a life. If you'll still have me then I'd kill for a date with you." She pulled away from the hug and stared at you with hopeful eyes. You smiled and gently cuffed her face with your hands. "I can't wait."
#scenario#big sis mag#bnha magne#kenji hikiishi#lov#league of villains#magne x reader#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia
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To the person/people from instagram who are apparently looking at the tumblr fandom: hey! cool that we both like the same book series! Wish we were meeting under better circumstances. I'd love to say something though, so please hear me out
It would be greatly appreciated if, instead of submitting confessions to an account on an entirely different platform, you'd talk to us directly first. You don't need to have a tumblr account to send us anonymous messages. They're renamed on various accounts (for example, mine are called "queries"), but the current proceedings of both platforms making posts that then get shared out of context on the other is not, in my opinion, helping.
We can't reach out to you because, again, you're on IG and anonymous, otherwise I would probably have done so already because seeing how this has been handled (on both sides) has been incredibly frustrating.
It would also be greatly appreciated if this could be done respectfully and keeping in mind that we, just like you, are an entire community of people. You can have your own opinions about what's "dumb" and "cringey," but there is no superior here. I like tumblr because it's better suited for me and how I like to be on the internet, you like Instagram because it's better for you. One doesn't need to be vilified.
Has there been talk on tumblr that you could identify and say "well tumblr's doing this so you're a hypocrite for being upset over this." I'm sure of it. I've tried not to get involved with anything but it's really starting to grate. And bad behavior from one side doesn't excuse or justify bad behavior from the other.
Which is kind where I'm getting at my point: the way things are being handled right now is not, from what I'm seeing, doing anything to actually work anything out. So I'm requesting a slight shift if everyone's amenable so we can do that. Direct, respectful communication is how Livvysonden and I came to a peaceful understanding of each other the first time around, so I don't see why we can't do that again.
I'm probably forgetting something, but that's my request! I am more than willing to facilitate that communication through my own ask box (that's where anonymous messages are submitted on tumblr), though I do have a class this afternoon that may delay response time.
That's my piece for now, hope everyone is doing well!
#kotlc discourse#long post#i've been watching from the sidelines the past few days because I don't like discourse#but it appears to be...unproductive? at this point#we're not getting anywhere from what I'm seeing#so. this is my piece#for now. might say more later depending on what happens
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Hi, I didn't get to meet Oscar, but I was thinking about your experience, and I... Um.. Wrote a poem/song sort of? It's called Plexiglass... I just wanted to share it with you. I don't know if you'll like it or not so I'm staying anonymous. Love you! ❤
Like the shimmering sunlight
On the first dew drops of morning –
You're looking at me.
Coffee-brown eyes so bright –
Floating, flaming leaves adorning
The sweet fall breeze!
My world's turning,
Heart burning,
Yet all's just smoke and mirrors between us.
You're standing right there,
And it's not fair
That I'll never get to cross the plexiglass...
The damned plexiglass!
You're laughing with your friends, as you sprinkle pearls,
Shining, sparkling
Out of your oecan-blue mind.
The waves are calling at me – soft marble curls.
I'm diving, drowning,
Trying to finish your lines.
I end up thinking
How it would be
If all those minutes and miles turned to dust!
But now here I stay,
Watching you walk away
From the other side of the transparent plexiglass...
There'll always be the plexiglass.
I LOVE IT! 😍😍😍
Thank you so much for creating and sharing this!! It has such a lovely flow and you weave in imagery so seamlessly.
Okay, let me write about my favourite parts!
That it’s called Plexiglass 👌👌👌👌 (That mf-in plexiglass 🤣)
Yes yes yes, the sunlight and morning imagery? I did keep thinking of sunshine through it as in person he’s so warm. The way these lines place me as a dew drop being simmered away by a sun far too bright for me? ACCURATE. That all just works perfectly! And all of that warmth carried through in the coffee brown and autumn colours (even preserving the timings and seasons of the experience?)? Love!
“The damned plexiglass” IKR????!!!!!! 👀
And then all this cool imagery, contrasting with the warmth of before - the pearls? Love! The “ocean-blue mind” (such a wonderful phrase which signals the expanse and wonder of his big, creative brain spewing out such treasures)? And then the way the curl of the waves serve as a descriptor for the mind but link to his literal curls? And it’s perfect because he did, ofc, have these beautiful cool-toned, silvered curls, which were so striking in person. And also this works bc I spent a lot of the day imagining all the Qs I’d ask - if I ever could - about his process and characters (and what goes on in that ocean-blue mind!). And also I crossed a literal ocean to be there!
“Trying to finish your lines”!!!! Perfect, bc yes! As a Professional* Imaginer of Fictional Conversations (a writer you might say) it was impossible not to try and “script” multiple versions of the interaction in advance**, even knowing when it came to it that I had close to zero sway over the narrative and the moment. And he’s an actor! And he has lines! And we were in line!
“If all those minutes and miles turned to dust”. Me, after the fact, hanging on to the experience! Relatable af 🥹
The barrier of the glass 😭
This is beautiful and it really does give me a reflection of my experience and such a wonderful way to preserve a moment! 🧡 I will have to print this and save it in a memory box or sthg (if that’s okay with you?)
Thank you so much for this! 🥹🙏🧡🙌✨
I really really do hope you get your own Oscar experience one day soon too, lovely! 🧡 I’m rooting for you!
#*definitely not a professional 😝#**also autism hi#this is so great!#the rhythm#the imagery#the flow#the emotions#the damn plexiglass#👌
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