#BUT HE WON'T WIN. the cravings will. fortunately.

[rulesforthedance]

#justpeakweekthings making peanut butter ramen at 10:30 at night because you nEED IT

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

˖✧ The Jackpot

✦ Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader ✦ Summary: You join Arthur and the boys for a job on the Grand Korrigan riverboat where you act as Arthur’s lap girl. The man in question is more than excited about this decision. ✦ Warnings: Guns, mention of shooting, swearing, SMUT, oral (reader receiving), edging if you squint, unprotected p in v ✦ Words: 3,8k ✦ a/n: A big heartwarming thank you to @zae-heeyyy!! Who took the time to correct my dumb spelling and give me her thoughts on this before publishing it! Please go check her work, I swear it won't disappoint! Also: pictures are not mine! I usually try to use a pic for Arthur from my own playthrough but I'm fcking stuck on Guarma rn. Found them on Pinterest.

Dim lights are flickering all around you, making the golden ornaments of the luxurious place you're in shine like a thousand stars. You couldn't believe this gigantic reception room, gratified by a bar, a grand piano, and of course, three elegant poker tables, was actually floating on water right now, as you were on the Grand Korrigan boat, the jewel of its kind, den of the richest gentlemen in St. Denis, in search for some amusement and of course, even more money.

Trelawny and Herr Strauss had plotted a well-crafted deal that could earn a lot of money for the gang. Along with Javier disguised as one of the guards, Arthur would act as a new wealthy businessman who had just made a fortune in oil. Strauss would give him signals during his poker game, which guaranteed him to win considering Trelawny had made a friend out of the dealer.

You? You'd play his mistress, sitting on his lap during the game to make the scene look more convincing. On top of that, you had been able to hide a little gun in a hidden pocket in the underside of your dress, guaranteeing some extra protection, which wasn't a bad idea considering the Grand Korrigan was heavily armed and neither Arthur, Trelawny nor Strauss had one.

So here you were, thriving in your role, comfortably sitting on Arthur's lap, hands wrapped around his neck, both legs hanging on his left side. His arms were enveloping you, hands resting on the edge of the table as he was focusing on his cards.

Well, more like trying to focus, actually.

Maybe it was because you two had started a quite passionate relationship a few weeks ago, sneaking in each other's tent, simple kisses and whispers in the night quickly turning into something more, the both of you having cravings to fulfill.

Maybe it was because Trelawny, the damned man, had chosen a particularly suggestive dress for you to wear, comforting your play considering wives weren't allowed at the poker tables, only work girls and such, your cleavage on full display for his immoral eyes.

Maybe it was the way he could feel the round and warm flesh of your ass even through the fabric of your clothes, right where he wanted to, making his brain impossible to function properly, desperately trying to keep the hardness between his legs to stay in line.

Either way, Arthur had to make enormous efforts to focus on the job and was frankly relieved Strauss was telling him what to do; despite being a pretty good poker player, he would never have been able to win the easiest of games in this state.

Strauss told him to go all-in. He did. You smiled, you would have lied saying you weren't enjoying yourself right now. You had known far worse jobs than playing Arthur's lover. Much to your surprise, he had played a really convincing character through the night too, his usual mumbling far gone, replaced by a bright and confident speech and a cheeky grin that was making you want to kiss it even more. In fact, you wanted to take care of him just to see this cocky smirk flatter under your touch, replaced by a pleasured expression on his handsome face.

It was easy to say both of you were acting pretty good, but inside felt like two teenagers in love.

Arthur had won another hand, men were starting to leave the table, angry. It was only you both and the target now, an opulent man known as Desmond Blythe, loaded with money thanks to his hosiery business.

You pulled a cigarette out of Arthur's pocket along with a match, and you felt his breath hitch for an instant when you slipped your hand in it. Rubbing the match against the wood of the table, you lighted the cigarette casually, little flame illuminating a thin grin on your lips. You took a small drag on it to make sure the tobacco had plainly burnt, then you placed the cigarette in front of Arthur's lips, holding it for him between your index and middle finger, so that he could smoke on it while keeping both his hands on his cards.

It was downright one of the hottest things anybody had done to him and he was starting to lose it. Wrapping his lips around your offering and smoking a long drag, he allowed himself to avert his gaze from his opponent for a few seconds, planting his turquoise pupils into yours.

His eyes were half-lidded, long lashes accentuating the languorous gaze he was giving you. Your heart started racing. The power this man had on you was insane, but if only you knew what you were doing to him in return. You had a glimpse of it though, right there in the depths of his two blue diamonds, this so distinctive dark glow of him, direct window on the sinful pit of his urges.

You were sure your own eyes were mirroring it. And it got worse when, after exhaling some smoke, he quickly kissed the palm of your hand, indicating he had smoked enough, the warm sensation of his chapped lips on your skin giving you goosebumps. His eyes went back to Blythe, and you exhaled as if you had been holding your breath during the whole time you had locked eyes.

You retrieved your hand, taking a drag yourself on the cigarette after him, loving the idea of sharing it with him, of putting your lips right where he did a few seconds before, your biased brain telling you you could taste sweet remnants of him there.

Another all-in, another hand won by Arthur who couldn't stop himself from smiling this sly cocky smirk, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Shit, shit!" Blythe shouted, hitting on the table with his fists furiously.

"I guess ma luck held... Is that you done?" Arthur asked him, his tone triumphant while bending over the table to gather his not-so-well-deserved chips. "Or, do you got somethin' else to play with?" He added more lowly, his baritone voice almost making you shiver just hearing it.

"Meaning?" Desmond questioned back, visibly frustrated. Looked like frustration was a popular feeling around this poker table tonight, about the game or other things...

Arthur had gotten up from his chair and you too, now standing by his side, partially glued to his body as he had snaked an arm around your waist while finishing to put in order his chips. He answered using the same taunting, arrogant tone as before.

"Well, I heard there was some big boys on this boat, maybe that's not you, no offense-"

"Sit your and your whore's hillbilly asses down." The rich men cut him off, voice dark and serious.

You felt Arthur's hand grip tighter on your waist. For a faint moment, you thought that his cover would collapse, considering how tense he had gotten hearing him calling you a whore. But the way he was still smiling was almost even more scary, it was a false, threatening one. The kind of smile that hides a cold anger, boiling silently inside.

"Why?" Arthur simply answered, tone brilliantly contained considering the way his muscles were flexing on their own under his fancy suit.

"I got a watch... An expensive one, swiss... a Reutlinger no less. It's in the safe, upstairs. It's worth more than you."

You forced yourself not to cross eyes with Arthur. Your target. He had just confirmed what you were all here for. Perfect, just a bit more of this whole play and Arthur would be able to access the strongbox.

"Okay, I trust ya." Arthur consented while sitting back on his chair, placing you with his two big hands back at your place, on his lap. You were definitely loving this job. You'd have to thank Trelawny for it, someday.

The rest of the game passed just like before, your outlaw ultimately winning once more thanks to your colleague's little trick. Desmond was furious, and you obtained your goal.

Arthur happily got up once again, gently helping you stand, one of his hands naturally resting on your shoulder. Before following the gentleman who was supposed to bring him to the safe, he bent over to you, head brushing against yours, his stubble and hairs tickling your cheeks. He whispered in your ear, voice deep and hoarse, this one voice that was always making your head turn.

"When we're finished here, I'm gonna take care of ya, darlin'."

You sighed, cracking up a sly smirk, your cheeks turning a bit red. These simple words were enough to make the heat between your thighs make itself known; crying out for attention. Being so close like this was allowing you to breathe in his scent, its combination on top of his breath on your ear was a dangerous mix for your sanity. You took the opportunity of having his skin so close to your lips to place a small kiss on his neck, right below his own ear.

Arthur smiled at you, his bright blue eyes sparkling as he took a last look at you before walking off. You sighed softly again, already missing his presence. The wait for some time alone was only making your own needs grow.

You were only hoping the job would end up smoothly.

Of course, it didn't. 

Desmond, sore loser, had accused Arthur of cheating. That and the fact that the guard Javier had knocked off to steal his clothes had appeared out of nowhere yelling to shoot him had set things on fire on the Grand Korrigan, the boat now witness to a heated shooting the Van Der Linde Gang was known for.

You had instantly pulled out your hidden gun and helped Arthur clean up the place thanks to Javier who had thrown him a rifle. The night had ended with your incongruous team jumping straight in the water, swimming back to the shore, a quite odd and armed to the teeth fish shoal. At least, everyone was alive, and you even had obtained a pretty decent amount of money, not even mentioning the watch Strauss had authenticated as a real Reutlinger. Arthur had quickly taken back the precious object from his greedy hands, "well give it back then", which made you laugh to yourself.

True to himself, your cowboy had instructed everyone to separate and get out of the shore, as always after a job. You were all quite a sight, soaked to the bones. As you were greeting everyone a good night, Arthur silently walked to you and grabbed your hand. Even with the water you both had leaking from your clothes to your skin, you could feel how warm his hand was, contrasting yours which was completely freezing cold from having swam in the icy waters. You wondered if this man was even human.

"But you, Miss, are comin' with me." He playfully informed you, not leaving you any choice.

It was not as if you wanted to go anywhere else anyway.

"Really now? What d'ya have in mind, cowboy?" You asked him with an equally mischievous tone on your own, your eye glued to the way his hair looked completely soaked, subtle rivulets sliding all the way from it to his neck.

"Maybe we could pay ourselves a well-deserved night in town..." He proposed, voice turning more and more into a low growl as he was letting his desires take the lead on his reason.

"I would love that." You simply agreed, before getting closer to him, tilting your head up to bring your lips to his. He gladly let you, one hand still holding yours, the other gently landing on the side of your face.

The walk to the La Bastille Saloon was supposed to be a short one, but you both looked like you couldn't wait to be there before teasing each other. You would sometimes stop walking to just attack his neck, lips merciless as you sucked and kissed him there. Your taunting acts were often met with his equally heated answer, one of his palms ending on your ass, or your thighs, your wet clothes transparent and glued to your curves not helping him to keep his touch away from these places of your body. Arthur's breath sharpened as he called you his lil minx, and no, darlin’, we can't just do it on the streets.

Finally, after having shocked the barman by arriving at such late hours in completely soaked clothes, which honestly just made the both of you laugh mischievously, you reached your love nest for the night.

And what a nest! Silk sheets, canopy bed, sumptuous decor glistening with the dim lights of the chandeliers. Even the floor looked comfortable, carpeted with some fancy patterns, matching the couch and bed's color. Red, just like passion, just like lust. Red, like the color of your cheeks right now as Arthur had closed the door and was already on his knees, placing you on the edge of the mattress. Red, just like what Arthur was seeing right now, hungry hands pulling your dress up, positioning himself between your thighs.

You looked down at him, his darkened eyes looking at you. You noticed he had ripped off his fancy tie, needing to breathe properly, the heat between you both already making him suffocate. In those moments, his beautiful pupils were always shining with a more murky color, his usual sky blue turning into a more cobalt one. They were staring intensely into yours, expression questioning. A silent demand. You nodded positively, quietly answering. Dooming yourself.

The moment you did, he buried his head between your legs, left hand resting on your hip, holding you gently. His lips started kissing softly on the fabric of your undergarments. His other hand quickly came, helping him in his task by pulling it to the side, granting him access.

The moment his lips met your folds, you let out a moan, unable to resist the feeling he was giving you. He was loving it, his ears getting redder as he was more and more aroused himself. He was so big between your thighs, his shoulders were spreading them almost completely open.

He licked in a long, slow movement all the way to the top of your pussy, making you sigh in pleasure already, hips jerking against his head, begging for more.

"Easy, girl... I've got ya." He soothed you hoarsely, left hand holding you more firmly to prevent you from crushing him totally. Nevertheless, he took your eagerness into account; he couldn't deny you anything. Not when it came to sex. Not when you were so beautiful in this ostentatious dress. Not when he had grown more and more found of you, even if he was refusing to admit it to himself completely for now.

He brought his lips on the top of your core, tongue gently circling around this so special knot of nerves, his stubble scratching pleasantly against your skin, bringing you even more sensations.

It was already so good, Arthur's mouth showing you no pity, licking, sucking, kissing, as if you were becoming the only food he could ever feast on, the only oxygen he could breathe with. The sight of his broken nose buried beneath your skin, as if he was searching to go even deeper within you was almost too much for you to handle. Your hands that were gripping the sheets had now found the top of his head, spurring him to continue, please please please, Arthur, more, or you could have died right here on the fancy bed of the La Bastille Saloon.

Arthur's tongue answered your begging call, lapping your sensitive spot faster, harder. How the Hell was that man so good at pleasuring a woman? That, sinful, dirty man, just like the sounds you were letting out right now.

Your vision started to blur, the back of your head sinking onto the mattress, your back arching deliciously, and you were going to let him know just how close you were until he stopped all of a sudden.

"A-Arthur!" You protested, head snapping back at him, eyes pleading, tone both offended and needy as his name had sounded more like a whine when it had felt from your mouth.

He smiled cockily at you from where he was, his mouth looking wet with your arousal. He loved it, he loved being responsible for it.

"I'm here, girl... I jus' need ya too much right now. Lemme just..."

His voice was now a low rumble, coming from the depth of his chest. You watched as he quickly ripped off his clothes with little care for them. Trelawny would have shouted at how he was treating one of the most expensive suits he had ever brought.

But he didn't care about the suit. And neither do you, as your eyes were devouring every inch of his flesh that was appearing under them. The sight of a completely naked Arthur always had the same effect on you, no matter how many times you already had seen it.

His muscular body looked like it had been carved by Angels. No, more likely by an angry, dark God, who would have sculpted him from a hard and brutal material, his many scars and blurs a remnant of it. You could almost picture his tools molding your lover's broad chest and shoulders with sharp, furious hammer blows. His powerful arms and legs had received the same treatment, as if the deity wanted to pass on all of his brutal force into his creation. And his cock was definitely no exception to it.

And yet, this massive force of nature was blushing under your gaze. He couldn't have resisted the hurtful sensation of emptiness around his shaft, one of his hands now giving himself a few strokes to try and relieve some of it. His eyes closed in a frown for a few seconds, your pussy burned at this unholy scenery he was offering you.

You were in such a state of need it was almost depraved. You quickly got rid of your own clothes, tossing them somewhere on the floor of the room, needing to share this intimacy with him, to feel his skin against yours.

"Oh, please... Arthur, jus' take me..." You asked yourself before he could probe your adequation. You knew him well now, you already knew the next words he was going to speak would be another demand to make sure you truly wanted this.

He seemed to enjoy how you had forecasted it, his eyes opening again to look at you, his cock hardening even more, precum slowly leaking from its top, wasting all the efforts he had done to relieve it a bit.

"If that's what you want darlin'... I'm your man." He answered in a growl, climbing next to you on the bed.

You weren't sure why but his last words had made your heart swell in your chest. You were sure, deep down inside of you, that he meant it in another way. He really had become yours, and you, his. Lost in your thoughts, you let him handle you gently, placing you on your belly against the silk sheets, lying himself on top of you, legs between yours.

You slightly moved your rear up against his erection, earning a grunt of pleasure from him. Saying he had loved it was an understatement; he had been thinking about doing this with you since you had sat on him on the riverboat.

Using his right hand, he placed his cock against your entrance, and finally started pushing, your pussy already ready for him thanks to his ministrations, your mouth mewling at the sensation. Your perfect, hot walls were finally enveloping him, and he tried his best not to come just from that intense feeling alone.

He was so big and tall behind you, his head could reach yours and he buried it onto the crook of your neck, his hair still wet offering you a cold feel, contrasting with his whole hot chest pressed on your back, making you feel as if a literal inferno was burning it. He slowly started to pull back, only to shove himself in you again, starting a slow but intense back and forth.

"God, damn it... 'Feel so good girl..." He mumbled against your skin, his arms encircling you from both sides, caging you under his tall figure.

You sighed at his praise, wanting to answer something to compliment him back, but he snapped his hips just at the same time, making you shut your eyes close, and moan louder than before. Your voice was starting to crack under the amount of pleasure he was bringing to you, hard shaft brushing this deep spot within your core every time his hips moved, hitting just right where you needed him to.

He had noticed, and it was only making him lose his mind even more, unable to keep his pace slow, letting his body unleashed. He had waited this whole night to bury himself in you, listened to this moron calling you names without having the right to punch his goddamn idiotic face. He couldn't hold anything back anymore.

He started thrusting more frantically, pistoning his cock in and out of you so fast and hard he was now fucking you onto the bed. His right hand grabbed a fistful of your ass, the feeling of it colliding with his pelvis with every thrust making him insane, the other one next to your left shoulder, preventing him from crushing you completely.

You could feel it, the familiar feeling, the divine relief, building more and more thanks to him, the pace increasing your pleasure. Feeling how impossibly hard his sex had gotten in your cunt, you knew he was close too. This simple fact was the last push to your deliverance.

"A-Arthur! God, yes!" You screamed, unable to form any coherent thoughts, existing simply for this, for this moment with him, naked on the bed of this saloon. Just you and him.

"Oh, darlin’, shit!" Your orgasm had made your walls clench even more around his dick, exploding his limit. He quickly removed himself from you, and finished at the last second on your back and ass, his burning release painting your skin in flaming spurts. His very own sinful art piece.

The room felt silent again. The air stifling from your lovemaking, the only sounds being heard were your sharp, quickened breaths. Arthur took a few seconds to collect himself, feeling better and so satisfied, almost euphoric. Turning your head to the side, you took a glimpse of your lover's gorgeous state. Hair messy, cheeks and ears crimson, sweat dripping everywhere on his skin, chest rising and falling in big, profound exhales.

He then grabbed a piece of fabric from one of the wardrobes to gently wipe off his seed from you, and tossed it away, wanting nothing more but to rest against you now. A perfect contrast, from an agitated, stormy sea to a quiet, secret cove. As if you were the only one who could see him like this, vulnerable, loving even.

You watched him lay by your side on his back, your head still feeling dizzy, slowly coming back from a world of fantasies. You snuggled against him, resting your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you, feeling spent but so, so happy. And you felt the same. Still naked, skin against skin, heart beating together, just the two of you.

Tonight had been quite something, and despite having won a few thousand dollars, it was definitely not money that was making Arthur feel like he had hit the jackpot.

[aestherians]

Hero's Lament

Inspired by Vyt's "Archetropy" panel and Rani's "On Questioning An Archetrope" essay

Word count: ~600

Estimated reading time: 4-5 minutes

What is a hero? Someone who fights for glory, fame, and wealth? Someone who fights for the greater good? An idol or icon? A humblebragger? Someone who saves cats stuck in trees and never speaks a word about their deeds?

Yes.

Yes, all of that, and more.

'The Hero' is an archetype as old as humanity itself, and it speaks to desires that live in all humans (and nonhumans raised by humans). To be loved, to not live in fear, to aspire for something better, whatever that may be. To make the world a bit better.

The Hero is a paradox; a walking contradiction. Her greatest desire is peace, yet she lives and breathes conflict. What will the Hero do when the war is won? Find a new fight? Or stop being a hero?

Life is one conflict after another, and I complain when I can't get a moment's rest - one issue is solved, two more take its place, like Heracles battling Hydra. Except, the Hero doesn't win when he kills the Hydra. He becomes restless, aimless, pointless. What do you do when the quest has ended, but 'questing' is in your blood and bones?

I complain about my endless battles, but peace leaves me frazzled, more than anything. When I'm at war, my existence has a point - when I'm at war, I can rest in my existence. When I'm at war, I know my role, and my endless search for a unified identity takes a break.

When the Hero is at war, the Hero is at peace.

What, then, does the Hero fight for? Not for the greater good, but for self-fulfillment? That is the original meaning of the word:

A hero is a real person or a main fictional character who, in the face of danger, combats adversity through feats of ingenuity, courage, or strength. [...] The original hero type of classical epics did such things for the sake of glory and honor. Post-classical and modern heroes, on the other hand, perform great deeds or selfless acts for the common good instead of the classical goal of wealth, pride, and fame. The antonym of hero is villain. "Hero," Wikipedia, retrieved today

What sets classical heroes and villains apart is not our motive - we are both just fulfilling our nature. What sets us apart is outsiders' interpretations of us. We are classified, less by our drives and desires and our actual feelings, and more by how strangers like or dislike us.

What makes me a 'hero' is not my drive to act. It's my desire to be liked. My fear of being disliked. Like the villain, I crave conflict in life, but unlike the villain, I only join conflicts where I have decent chance of coming out the other side looking good.

But it comes at a cost. Can you believe it? That concerning yourself with being appealing to others, and with joining the conflicts others want you to join, has a cost?

The Hero is an idol. The Hero fights, because fighting is her lifeblood, but the Hero fights for others, because simply joining random street fights won't win you any love or fortune. And because the Hero fights for others' sake, the Hero is idolized. And idols don't have personhood.

The Hero reduces himself to an object, because being a well-like object still beats being a maligned villain. The Hero sacrifices autonomy for acceptance. Heroes don't exist without idolatry and objectification, in the most basic sense of the words. The Hero may as well be a helpful footstool.

But at least, at last, the Hero is liked.

[ga-yuu]

Is there something else interesting about Morinaga? I feel like I've seen lots of big brother like suitors. Hideyoshi, and Sirius. So I wanna know something more about him if there's more to know?

Although, he's the most handsome for me. And I like how he's politely? Possessive of Yoshino.

Here you go! More facts and scenes of Morinaga, I hope you like it!

Morinaga is known for treating everyone equally like a big brother except for Sueharu. Because Sueharu, unlike others, is his bestie and he gets special treatment because he really loves Sueharu! He's happier to spend time with Sueharu than the other male leads. Not that he doesn't like to spend time with others, it's just that, if Sueharu is present in the crowd, then Sueharu would be the first one he would choose to spend time with.

Morinaga is not only the 'big brother' figure exclusive to Yoshino, but also the other male leads as well except for Sueharu. He loves when those under his age call him 'onii-chan'. He also loves stroking everyone's heads, especially Shigehira because his hair feels extra soft. But he does it also to tease him. He also loves ruffling Yoritomo's hair because he sees Yoritomo has his little brother. Not only that, in the sequel, there is a scene where Morinaga invites Yoshitsune for a drink and also said he has room for adopting another little brother. Yoshitsune was confused because he didn't know what to call Morinaga. The next day, Benkei was pouting aggressively because Yoshitsune was calling 'Morinaga onii-chan' in his sleep.

Another thing about Morinaga, he would be the official 'problem solver' of the gang. If there are any small problems within the SHogunate, for example, if he sees Shigehira and Tamamo pulling each other's hair, he would approach them with the brightest smile, grab both of their heads and slams them against each other. The ultimate solution to stop a fight! Morinaga-edition! This is applied to everyone except for Yoritomo because........he is his boss.

Morinaga's work is to train the soldiers of the Shogunate and his training is extremely unforgiving. The soldiers at the end of his training session always end up with severe bruises. But since now, Yoshino is there to treat them with her medicines and angelic smile, they now don't mind Morinaga's regress training. So that's why, Morinaga trains them for extra hours so that Yoshino's medicines do not go to waste. (Poor soldiers).

He is also in charge of cooking. Not Benkei, who regularly cooks for everyone in the Rebel mansion, but if he and his friends camp outside, Morinaga would be the one cooking for everyone and his food is not that great to eat. It will be just meat drowned in salt. Yoritomo enjoys Morinaga's cooking because it's the taste of his childhood and eats it without a care in the world.

Morinaga's angry face is extremely scary. Even Yoritomo would look away and won't be able to maintain his 'perfect Shogun' face in front of that angry face.

Now talking about his kink. Morinaga seems to have a sister fetish because even after he starts dating Yoshino, he doesn't completely let go of the whole 'you're my cute little sister' role-play. In the Aphrodisiac event, he says "Don't be afraid, leave everything to your onii-chan" and proceeds to eat her pussy.

He is super duper possessive of Yoshino and we all know that!

Now coming to his bad habits, Morinaga is a gambling addict! Going to gambling houses is one of his daily hobbies. But fortunately, he always wins because he's very lucky!

Also, Morinaga always craves an adrenaline rush on a daily basis. That is the main reason why he always goes to gambling houses to make big bets and win them.

He also loves getting himself into danger because it gives him stimulation. For example, during his childhood days, he and Sueharu went to the forest to do something (I don't remember why they went!) there they were confronted by a wild animal and Morinaga fought the wild animal without any weapons and won. There is also another scene where Morinaga jumps into the ocean in the middle of nowhere at night without any swimming gear to catch an enemy. His main story also has some scenes like him jumping off a cliff on his horse with Yoshino in his hands, betting on his own life, hunting aggressive wild boars, fighting a large demonic bird with a happy face etc. He usually doesn't go all out on the battlefield but if he hears from somewhere that his friends are in trouble, he would go super saiyan and goes all out. If any enemy accidentally survives, they will have nightmares of Morinaga, every night. (Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration).

His previous girlfriends always dump him because they think Morinaga doesn't sincerely love them. This is not true by the way, because Morinaga did love his previous girlfriends, but because of his personality, which craving for stimulation, he finds it more exciting to run into danger than being in love because Morinaga is not the kind of guy that someone can keep to themselves. Yoshino understands this very well and that's why even after she fell in love, she doesn't confess. But Morinaga finds, being with Yoshino is even more exciting than running into danger. It's like he found his first true love. But he doesn't confess immediately because he doesn't want Yoshino to leave him like his previous lovers. But after seeing how friendly she is with the other soldiers, he immediately gets jealous and proposes to her and he becomes even more greedy for her.

This is all I can think of for now.

[kenobster]

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please i just love u talking abt ur fics

From this ask game.

Ahhhh thanks so much, anon!!! I'm super flattered. :D

I'm still sloooowly working my way through the asks I have in my inbox, but this one luckily had great timing so I'm doing this one before the others. (Though maybe this isn't what you wanted, anon... in which case, my deepest condolences. XD)

🗣️ Talk about your favorite WIP

We are using this question as an excuse to talk about the Vader Mpreg AU, which is, in fact, my favorite AU, but also is convenient for another post I was gonna make today, haha.

For context, there are a few things you should know about me:

I did not watch The Rise of Skywalker until literally three or four weeks ago.

I have never written an mpreg in my life. (It's true that lizard brain craves noncon in a way that compels me to read the occasional mpreg... But while writing my own fic, I do try to keep lizard brain's demands as realistic and in character as humanly possible.)

Perhaps the most important thing to note: lizard brain always wins.

Anyway... this all started when I happened upon the RoS spoiler: "Rey is Palpatine's granddaughter" in the year of 2022. Having not watched the movie, I immediately wondered who the fuck the grandmother is (a question to which my actual RL mother ceaselessly chants "Mommy Mothmama" every time; do not ask me why.) Of course, lizard brain, being lizard brain, immediately headcanoned a dubiously consenting Darth Vader somehow being this elusive grandmother person. (The "somehow" was not important to lizard brain.)

For a year or so, I actually put off watching RoS — in small part because lizard brain didn't want its headcanons to be refuted. Fortunately for lizard brain, I have amazingly supportive friends who informed me that Rey is actually the daughter of a strand (aka a special Force clone) which was cast into the world only to hook up with some unknown female. Unfortunately for my friends, lizard brain realized that this information didn't refute its grandma!Vader headcanons at all. Quite the opposite in fact. 🙄

Thus, began the saga of lizard brain's precious Vader Mpreg AU.

In summary, Palpatine creates a synthetic uterus to host an ordinary clone of himself. Then, he implants the uterus into Vader's abdomen and fucks the shit out of him to get some perverse dark-sided Force magic going. Why, you ask? :) Well, dear anon, in order to transform this regular clone baby into a strand of course, lizard brain replies. :) :) :) To be clear, there is no creation of a vagina nor any other method to give birth. Instead, this strand baby, once ripe for the picking, is simply plucked from Vader's abdomen via c-section, and a newly prepped uterus is inserted in its place. After that, Palpatine repeats this process and all of its trial-and-error glory every nine months for the rest of Vader's life. (But don't worry; Vader will eventually flee to Obi-Wan, who is horrified to find his once-Padawan eight months pregnant.)

Honestly, excepting dubcon/noncon, this actually isn't that weird for me. Lizard brain already possesses a plethora of headcanons in which Palpatine modifies Vader's body. The uterus implanting kinda just feels like an extension of that. (For an example of these headcanons, urinary and intrarectal catheters have been installed into Vader's body, not out of medical necessity, but because it would be inconvenient for Vader to have to pee and poop while dressed in the suit. For another, maybe Palpatine put in a full-blown mechno spine replacement to eliminate bothersome nervous-system functions such as the registration of pain.)

In fact, while this body-modifying headcanoning won't enable live births or lactating breasts (for now.... please don't tempt my lizard brain), it will go beyond the uterus. :) For example... prepping Vader for sex sounds like an incredibly tiresome task, and it's not like anyone else can do it. Vader doesn't have any limbs, after all. Instead, Palpatine wonders, why not have Vader's anus be self-lubricating in way similar to that of a vagina? Why not scifi-gene-splice the shit out of that butt canal? Why the fuck not?

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

I feel like the above AU description is pretty clinical, so I thought it would be fun to bring some emotion back to it via the use of a snippet. So, enjoy the wildly inappropriate noncon of a pregnant male villain:

At some point, he realizes the truth—that it isn't him being fucked into the mattress, face down, ass hooked on his Master's cock. Sidious isn't fucking Darth Vader or even his body. Sidious isn't even fucking Anakin Skywalker. In actuality, Sidious is fucking the uterus. The womb. The fetus. The uncast strand, the unborn infant. In actuality, Sidious is fucking himself. The truth of it has him choking on the respirator, on a dry and tearless sob, because this isn't about him, none of this was ever about him, it's about what Sidious wants, what Sidious likes, what Sidious craves. Vader is only the conduit of this ritual—far less than a pet or even a slave. Once, yes, he may have been an object of Sidious's obsession, and maybe he liked that, maybe he liked the way that Sidious took pride in what was once his greatest creation, in twisting Anakin Skywalker into this charred and rotten beast of a Sith. Because, even loveless, Sidious's pride burns value into Vader's flesh. Makes Vader feel as if he matters, as if he's worth something, as if he can live up to the magnitude of the pressure smothering him from the inside out. Punishment, after all, and pain and strife and sorrow, are their own kind of affection, ideal for the swollen carcass of need festering within his chest, and often better than the shame that blooms with praise.  Right now, as his sphincter clenches around the cock inside him, as the base of his spine shoots overwhelming pleasure upward, as a fetus kicks at its shrinking walls pressed against the mattress, Vader finds that he is being neglected. The absence of Sidious's intimacy leaves his furnace-heart chilly and black and hollow, and he chokes and sobs and chokes and sobs, and the monotonous blue-blue-blue of this bedroom becomes half-blurred and dizzy as a torrent of tears spills from his right eye's still-functioning tear duct. The thrusting crests, and tapers out. Sidious's breathing evens, but Vader's choked sobs just won't die.

I would say I'm sorry, but I am who I am lmao.

[readingrobin]

June was the beginning of summer reading and man did I come out swinging. If you've been following me for a while, you know that summer reading is a BFD at my work and we have a competition between departments to see who can read the most. The winning department is awarded a 3D printed trophy of a pineapple to store in their office for the rest of the year. My department hasn't won since I switched roles in the library, but really that does not do anything to hurt my competitive nature. I'm a little bit behind where I want to be in my goal towards a specific point total, but it won't be hard to catch up. Gotta give Youth Services a run for their money.

Total Books Reads: 14

Total Pages Read: 5,608

Books Read:

The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich by Deya Muniz (4/5) - An undeniably sweet, charming, hilarious love story that really puts you in the mood for a toasty grilled cheese. Seriously, I must have had three separate cravings while reading this comic. Each character has such a lovable personality, from Camembert's at times clueless, yet endearing nature, to Brie's sweetness and passion for her causes. They work well as a duo, their personalities a true compliment to each other. 

The artwork is absolutely stunning, especially when to comes to the outfits. It gave me flashbacks to The Prince and the Dressmaker in how articulate and gorgeous they could be. Brie's commitment to pink really makes each one of her wardrobes leap off the page, and, again, brings a great balance when seen with Cam's deeper palettes. 

I somewhat like the anachronistic aspect of the story, that you have traditional depictions of the monarchy with lavish balls and opulence that you would expect out of a fairy tale, and then someone would literally be playing with a Nintendo Switch in the next scene. It plays with the theme of steering away from tradition, depicting more contemporary, progressive-minded characters in a world that still holds onto the aesthetics of the past. 

The Bloody Chamber: And Other Stories by Angela Carter (4.5/5) - Review

The Coyote Road: Trickster Tales edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling (3.5/5) - Trickster tales are my bread and butter: Coyote, Hermes, Loki, Crow, Anansi, each one so varied in their mischief but share a great chaotic force. This archetype has always fascinated me, particularly in how involved they are in humanity, whether that means taking an active role in a creation myth or imparting some wisdom that helps humankind develop in a world that is always in flux. This anthology sports many of these figures, as well as some original ones, and mostly gets its job done of portraying various tricksy individuals.

Like any anthology, it had its hits and its misses. My favorite was "The Fiddler of Bayou Teche" by Delia Sherman. The atmosphere of this particular story really stood out amongst the rest, as well as the voice of the narrator, who has a Cajun vernacular that sucks you even more into the setting. The inclusion of the loup garou also is a massive plus for me. Always a sucker for werewolves am I.

Other stories I enjoyed were "One Odd Shoe," "The Listeners," "Crow Roads," "A Reversal of Fortune," and "Black Rock Blues." Probably a bit of a sign that, out of 26 stories, I only resonated with a small fraction of them, but that's just how it goes. I was definitely thinking by the end that the anthology felt a bit too weighty, or perhaps I was trying to read too much in one go. A lot of the more middling stories were unfortunately stuck in the second half, so by the end it felt a little bit more of a chore to get through.

Burning Down the Haus: Punk Rock, Revolution and the Fall of the Berlin Wall by Tim Mohr (3/5) - An interesting snapshot in history of the punk movement during the time of the Berlin Wall. The author makes the bold claim that the punk presence was a cause for the fall of the wall when he doesn't really say anything to back that information up. The book mainly talks about specific people within the punk community and the challenge of trying to live a subversive lifestyle when going against the status quo could get you arrested. The journeys of some of the people were very engaging, though some did seem more fleshed out than others and many didn't get much of a resolution. I would have loved to have read some retrospectives from some of the people in the community, as it seemed that the author was in contact with them, just to get a wider scope of their stories.

Squire and Knight Vol. 1 by Scott Chantler (4/5) - A charming, funny graphic novel that champions the thought of books over brawn, shown through a young squire saving the day by using his intelligence and reason to get to the bottom of a cursed town. The art of the comic is wonderfully fall-like, the author sticking to a palette of muted oranges, yellows, blacks, and greys that also give it a distinct medieval vibe. Definitely a worthwhile quick read if you like a bit of mystery and humor with your quest narratives.

Also there's a cool looking dragon in it, which should be enough for anyone to read anything really.

Spindle's End by Robin McKinley (4/5) - Robin McKinley has such a fine way of transforming ages old stories and making them more vibrant and engaging for a modern audience. Given how passive Sleeping Beauty is in her own fairy tale at times, McKinley does a phenomenal job of making Rosie a very active agent in her own story in this retelling. Her stubborn, determined, and no nonsense attitude had an odd way of making her endlessly endearing and her rise to action in the climax, as well as her sacrifices, solidified her as a strong, layered character.

The world is so mischievously magical, to the point where fish are a myth and, if you let your kettles unattended, the magic dust settling over them may lead to a surprise of snakes in the pot. McKinley's descriptive style only adds to the mysterious wonder of this land, not making it too difficult to feel yourself instantly transported within its pages.

Since I am a big fan of female friendships that are polar opposites, like the rough and tumble Rosie and the beautiful, princess-like Peony, it's always a shame when those relationships fall second place behind the romantic interests that have all the appeal of drying plaster.  Also, how old exactly is Narl? He's already a smith by the time Rosie is a baby and she develops feelings for him by the time she's 16 having known him her whole life. I have no idea why large age gap romances with emotionally distant men are such a trend in fantasy but I really I think we've had enough of them. 

Other than that, this was a stand out read for me, which is a welcome surprise since I found her other work, like Beauty and The Outlaws of Sherwood to be a bit middling. 

Violet and Jobie in the Wild by Lynne Rae Perkins (3/5) - Read this book as it is my library's book of the summer for this year. It's a simple, sweet story that deals with adapting to new situations shown through two house mice suddenly finding themselves living in the wild. Since the story stuck mostly to lighthearted adventure, I was surprised by its somewhat bittersweet ending. It was a little more mature that what I usually expect out of stories like this, saying that sometimes people drift away from who they love to get where they need to be, and that's all right. The memory of them is what keeps that love alive and I thought that was a sweet sentiment to end on.

The Secrets of Chocolate: A Gourmand's Trip through a Top Chef's Atelier by Franckie Alarcon (2.5/5) - Has some great insight into the process of chocolate making, as well as some scrumptious illustrations that really had me craving some chocolate afterwards. It was a so so reading experience and I mainly read it to fill a category for summer reading, so I can't really give it too high a rating.

The Sandman: Act III by Neil Gaiman (5/5) - Another gorgeous installment in the Sandman Audible series. Seeing as this one collections the Orpheus story, it has some wonderful, beautiful, and melancholic music to it. The full cast brings each character to life and I continue to be impressed at how truly immersive this series is as an audiobook.

The Dead Romantics by Ashley Poston (4/5) - Romances aren't usually my kind of thing, but when you mix in the qualms of a struggling author with ghostly shenanigans, then that makes a title a little more enticing. It also helps that the story focuses on the vulnerabilities surrounding grief as well as love. Florence's emotional journey was such a compelling element, especially when she holds so many fears, aspirations, and insecurities that seeing her come to terms with them feels like more of a triumph.

Though there was plenty of raw emotions in this book, it never turned morose. There is something comforting about seeing Florence rekindle her love for her hometown and finding refuge in her family. Tensions run high at times, but ultimately they're there for each other and somehow make a funeral home feel like a lively place. It's an oddly cozy book at times, full of reflection and soft moments.

Firekeeper's Daughter by Angeline Boulley (4/5) - Firekeeper's Daughter is such a powerful, heartbreaking, but necessary book. Boulley takes the complicated life of Daunis, full of grief and pain. but also an unwavering love and devotion to her family and community. I love how the author speaks of Daunis in relation to her community, that she finds solidarity, wisdom, and support in the Elders that hold the traditions and knowledge of her heritage. Daunis comes from a mixed background, but being Ojibwe is a fundamental part of her character and how she views herself. I loved that she always felt confident in who she was, even when so many refused to recognize her place in the tribe.

I have to say, this book was hard to read at times. Daunis faces so many betrayals and moments where people try and succeed to take advantage of her. It's difficult to see a community in danger because of people who only want to use it for their own selfish desires. The stakes are what make Daunis' every move so important and, even when some decisions don't seem so smart in the moment, you know she's doing everything she can to make sure the people that she loves stay safe. 

Her relationship with Jaimie I felt was handled very maturely. It feels like a natural parallel to Travis' and Lily's, one that knows and respects the aspects of love and what comes with it and one that doesn't. Boulley makes it abundantly clear through so many plotlines that self serving actions are what truly destroy a community and harmony with its members. 

Definitely worthy of its many accolades and a great conversation starter for many of the issues it discusses. 

Mortal Follies by Alexis Hall (3/5) - Review

Spider-verse by Dan Slott (4/5) - An epic Spidey tale for the ages. Though there were SEVERAL Spider people that I was not familiar with, I felt like the story handled/balanced them well enough with the more recognizable ones so it never felt too confusing. I'm sure many of them were introduced in this event series (I definitely tracked this story down solely for reading anything that involved Spiderpunk) so I didn't feel outrageously out of the loop.

While I felt that the story dragged on and off, I never got too bored with it. I wish that the omnibus I read had organized the comics so that certain character-specific issues were included at the time they happened within the overall story. Scarlet Spider, Spiderwoman, and Spiderman 2099 have separate issues that tie directly to the overall plot and are collected after its end, which make them feel like a pointless bit of catch up. They are exciting and important issues, but they could have been integrated a little more coherently.

Definitely going to see if I can track down some more Spiderverse event comics.

Edge of Spider-Geddon by Gerardo Sandoval, Jason Latour, Zac Thompson, et al. (3.5/5) - Sort of a setup for a larger event comic, but gave great introductions/reintroductions to more Spideys across the multiverse. Also, I am a simple creature, and when I see Spiderpunk on the cover, you can bet that I am going to read it in a heartbeat.

Average Rating: 3.71

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

hii i really love your work and i'd like to request a reading. i was fortunate enough to win a few fancalls with enha and i was just curious what jake's impressions are of me. i don't know if you do these types of readings and it's totally fine if you're not comfortable with doing it but thank you for reading this !! <3

Hello there! Congrats! That must be so exciting! I won't normally do things like this, but I was pulled to do this one as well.

So, he gave me the King of Wands and The Star, so this gives me he enjoys getting the attention and love from fans, including you. I can see him being flirty and very open and approachable. He will definitely enjoy conversing with you. I'll be real, because that is how I do. I am not getting much of an impression of you, more so this is about him. But he will like you, like he does all his fans, because he loves, honestly craves the attention from fans. So, if you get one of him. I am not sure you do one with each member, or a select few, forgot how that works. I can see you guys having fun, and he will be very sweet and nice. That KOW's, gives me he can be very flirty as well.

[darlingpwease]

*taps the mic* uhh, well I just uhh well y'know I umm– >:ロ I truly never know how to respond to you most sometimes /ht ?? Really?? /neu ME?! I'm the bully?! I can't believe you!!! "heheheh" ( ° _°) ...wait, now I'm kinda questioning myself... hm (ಠ_ಠ ;) /gen /kinda confused tbh /in a neutral way tho, if that makes sense??

WHAT– darling, we can talk this out,, :'C there is just no winning with you hhhskjgfh /t /pos /hpos 😒

Karma is unfair and biased, but I try for our writebabies <//33 /hj I'm playing hot potato with it currently, but give me like a day and then I'll properly be lazing around for a whole day lmao

Although that image made me laugh, no <33 They are ours, and we will all stay here~~ <333

A waffle cake, a panna cotta, the more nicknames given the more sweets I find out about lol /t /gen /pos ?? Haven't I told you before tho??? I'm pretty sure I told you that before?? /neu

...(°ㅂ°╬) I haven't seen in that direction so you are taking and innocent person, don't you think that is unfair? >:(( I do! Unfortunately, I haven't been able to paint as much the past year, but I still draw, and I enjoy watching people paint :DD Hm,, I mean there is the painter Albert Bierstadt, I absolutely love his paintings, but I don't really have a "deep meaning" with them, they just fill me with a lot of awe and joy :)) But his paintings definitely inspired me (still do) when I was younger, and they actually encouraged me to start photography years ago lmao. The same is with Oswaldo Guayasamín, I don't really have any "deep meaning" with them, but I grew up with his paintings due to my ma's family, so I enjoy looking at his works, they remind me of family, in an odd way. mwah♡

/┬┴┬┴┤(⁄ ⁄•̀⁄_⁄├┬┴┬

/everyday I endure abuse and straight up murder by you, yet here I am... repeating the same damn process... (╥_╥) /t /nsrs

-panna cotta

yes, I know. you fall into a tremor, you make this puppy-scared face and everyone looks at you and thinks, "oh my god, get him out of here, someone give him silence, he's going to cry urgently, turn down the volume, turn down the volume" sjshhddhdhdhd sjhshsh the truth is told "the family rests on the patience of a panna cotta" /t /j ? of course, cutie~ provokes me to tease you even more hehehe~ someone is just a shy flirt, I see, although you used to be quite smooth~ are you getting old~? yes!!! you're a bully!!! constantly tormenting the poor dove!!! hooray hooray gaslighting works!!! jshshdhdhd /t /j /i get you don't worry, sweetie♡

can we???... maybe, but I only crave blood >;33333 this is a family trait on the maternal side; only my mom, me and my younger sibling possess it. fortunately, my youngest is not that good yet, but imagine the battles when she and I come together in battle if we lack the prudence to give up earlier dhdhhdhdhdh hehehe,,, kith kith<333

in my opinion, now it is more than fair and on time~ almost instantaneous~ <333 I know, dear. it remains to be seen whether you are lying down because you are conserving energy or because you are easily exhausted hwhwhhw /ht /affectionate

hooray, soon our communication will reach a point where we will share a sense of humor~ finally, you won't be able to brush me off with "we're not close enough" anymore, because even if a common sense of humor doesn't give you intimacy, then you're obviously a biorobot and I'm not sure if I want to let kids communicate with such a pamna,,,, /t /j /nsrs

dear,,,,, waffle cake,,,,,,, everyone knows waffle cake, it's practically the best thing in the world,,,,,,,,,, It's like a napoleon cake ??? I know that you love me because you continue to communicate with me, but, dear, if you love me even despite the fact that I constantly kill you, I have a question,,,,,,, many questions,,,,,,,,,, /t /hj

why are you reacting as if I'm leading you into a dark forest towards a strange hut while there's not a single living soul around pretending to be a minor and accusing you of something you're sure you're not to blame? relax, it won't hurt, you might even like it >;33333 mmm!!! how interesting... you know what I'll ask next — favorite painting / paintings by Albert Bierstadt and your first acquaintance with it / them? mwah mwah♡

/ AWWWWWW,,,, cutie cutie cute pie,,,,, little one,,,,,,,, sjdhjdhdjdhd sweetheart<//333333 mwah mwah mwah<3333333

/ well... you're just masochistic, honey — we both knew it for a long time, though, but I'll let you deny it because sometimes I have to be kind to you<3333 /t /j /nsrs

[lieblxng]

strebcr

Yup, it was exactly the same with this guy. It's not like Sterber expected anything different, still it always hurts a little getting talked too like this. He recognized that kind of fake friendly tone anywhere. Streber kept reminding himself over and over it was just one project and it'll be done. Just don't talk, don't say anything about yourself, then things won't get worse. Keep everything inside until you get home. It's not like Sterber had any ill will towards Ethan, but he still felt intimated regardless. If only communicating with people was easy. He just flet like more of an outsider looking in then usual. What was he doing wrong? Why was he built so diffrent compared to the other kids? He hated this so much! Why couldn't he just be a normal kid? Streber didn't respond, he just pulled out his notebook and continued to draw, it always helps a little when he feels like this. He used his arms to hide his drawings, even the one thing that helps him just gets him made fun of. There really is no winning. He just continued to draw sonic characters, a few Zelda characters, characters from Puyo Puyo Tetris, and some stuff from Ib, silent hill, and yume nikki. Come on just say what the stupid project is and let's get it fucking over with already!!

[ Identifying the bitterness in the other’s eyes that he was shocked to see anywhere else but from his own, Ethan struggles at the moment to say anything back. Whether or not to leave him alone or to taunt him once more, he picks the latter option soon enough. ] “Hate talkin’ to me? Understandable.” [ That will make this forced interaction between the both of them easier, in his eyes. However, that’s when he noticed the notebook and pencil Streber had, becoming curious and leaning somewhat forward in his seat. ] “You draw too?” [ Not like many artists enjoyed sharing their work with others, especially on the spot randomly. He would tell someone to piss off if he was in Streber’s shoes, personally; again, unsurprised by the slight hostility he was given. Before the other could answer or refuse once again, the teacher began to speak out and pass out paperwork. ]

“This is what you’ll use to record the data of the plants we’ll be observing for a week. You guys will note down any growth patterns with your seeds in each type of soil. Simple, yes? And we’ll be spending our time going outside a lot, so I don’t think any of you would complain about that.” [ she remarked, finished passing everything that her students needed. ] “In fact, we’ll be going out now. Alright,” [ she chimed, opening the classroom door. ] “everyone get your stuff and let’s head out back!” [ Fortunately for the teacher, she had the intuition to pre-prep the back of the school with all the supplies needed before the day started so she wouldn’t be pulling heavy bags of soil while class time was ticking away. The school even had an active garden, that anyone could attend to after school, and the gardening afterschool period folks were kind enough to lend her a section of land for the experiments. ]

[ Ethan would take ANY chance he could to go outside–maybe he could be able to sneak out for a smoke. He got up out of his seat, paperwork and his own notebook in hand and chewed pen in mouth, though later after everyone else did so he didn’t have to bother with anyone annoying. Well, everyone was annoying, but that’s beside the point. ] “C’mon,” [ he took a second to crack the bones in his neck. ] “let’s go fuck shit up.” [ he joked, mainly for himself, as he walked on ahead. However, he wouldn’t be opposed to seeing Streber breaking out of his shell and lashing out at the world–everyone had the right to do so, in his opinion. Did he only think that because he craved destruction and chaos and was a fan of anarchy? No, but that did sway his thoughts to be a little biased. Just a tiny bit. ]

[lostcausezz]

Love Game

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐁𝐝𝐬𝐦, 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐅𝐚��𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6𝐤

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞.

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ♡

"Y/n get out of your room you can't stay here forever!" You closed your laptop and went to  the entrance of your dorm and to see who was bothering your peace.

You stuck your hand out and pulled your friend close to you by the collar of their shirt and brought them close to you. "If you don't have two fine men in between me I don't want to know what you have to say."

You stuck your hand out and pulled your friend close to you by the collar of their shirt and brought them close to you. "If you don't have two fine men in between me I don't want to know what you have to say."

Your friend took your hand off their collar and smirked while crossing their arms. "But y/n what if I did and could make that fantasy become a reality."

You calmed down and tilted your head as a soft smile appeared, "I'm listening."

They smirked and put their phone in the air as you read a flyer for a club. Plastered on the flyer in bold had the words "WIN THE GAME AND ANY FANTASY YOU DESIRE WILL COME TRUE."

You sent the flyer to yourself and closed the door of your dorm room on your friend. You sat on the corner of your bed as your hand was resting on your chin and thought "Hmm... any fantasy I desire huh, I think I'll give it a try."

You got up from your bed and went into your closet searching for clothes to wear and your search stopped as your eyes were caught on a red sequin fitted dress. You laid the garment out on your bed and looked for some heals to wear that goes with your outfit.

You picked out a gladiator heal that had string wrap around your calves. You went to your phone and looked at the flyer contemplating if you should attend or not, you texted your friend. "What time are you coming to get me?"

They sent a thinking emoji and responded with "Does eleven sound good for you?" You replied a simple yes and since it was five in the afternoon you decided to set an alarm at eight PM to wake you up.

You rested your head on your soft pillow on your bed and scrunched up your legs and dozed off. As you were sleeping all you could do was imagine every fantasy you desired, the thoughts like being a dominatrix and having men submit to you and the thought of someone pleasing your body but one thought popped in your mind just as you heard the sound of your alarm go off as it screamed.

"WAKE UP BITCH!" You jumped up from the sound of your alarm and went into your restroom. You wiped your eyes and placed some cold water on your face so your eyes could widen.

You walked to the side of your dresser and picked up your case tfilled with makeup and brushes that would help you get ready for the night. You placed your makeup on and fixed your hair.

You put your dress over your head and wiggled into it as it hugged your curves. You wrapped your shoes around your calves and took your hand bag and headed out of the door to meet up with your friend.

As you walked out into the campus parking lot you heard a yell. "HEYY Y/N I'M OVER HERE!" You turned and headed to there car and opened the passenger door and stepped one foot into the car and made yourself comfortable.

Your friend faced you and said " You ready for tonight?" You nodded and you couldn't stop thinking any fantasy I want will come to life.

Your friend dropped you off at the entrance and you walked through the big silver doors and sighted out your surroundings. Your eye was caught on a sign that said " A bet on a fantasy."

You walked past the sign and saw a sign up sheet and wrote your name down in the number three slot. You walked over to a couch as the other contestants waited.

The flyer never said it would be one winner or multiple but your eyes were set on the prize. You heard someone call your name "Y/n!"

You got up and followed the person into a room that was all black with a table of tarot cards on it. In the room was two other guys one that had white hair with an undercut with ocean blue eyes.

Another that had black eyes with long black hair with ear gauges. You sat yourself at the table and you shook hands with the men.

The one with the white hair had introduced himself as Gojo. The long black haired one mentioned that his name was Getou.

The dealer dealt out cards and the one with a card with a better future that was flipped over choose who the winner was. It was a game of fortune.

The three of you had one card and on the count of three the winner would be revealed.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE NOW FLIP!"

You flipped your card over and it was a ten of swords upward and that meant good luck. Gojo flipped his and he got an upward death and Geto flipped his and for a devil upwards.

The dealer looked at you and directed you to the back since you have a winning card. He asked you "So what's the fantasy you would want to come true?"

You confidently responded "A threesome with the two I played if they're down?" He nodded and walked out into the room and asked for their consent.

The dealer came back and nodded and asked you to follow him. You followed him as the two tall men were behind you into the direction of a bedroom.

You walked into the room and the men stood while smirking at each other then looked at you. Geto said to you "Y/n are you ready? Because we won't go soft on you."

"I'm ready for you to do your worst." You smirked at them. Getou walked towards you and lifted your chin as he smashed his lips against yours and Gojo went on his knees and began trailing kisses up your thigh.

You moaned in between kisses as his tongue slipped into your mouth and your tongues swirled with each other. You felt your legs become weak as you felt Gojo move your underwear to the side and laid his tongue in between the lips of your pussy.

"Fuc~" You moaned out as you were collapsing against the ground. "Y/n let me lay you on the bed." Gojo said as he. Picked you up and made you lay on your back.

He slid your underwear off and tugged you by your legs closer to his face as he became licking up all your juices. As you were laying about climax you felt Getous lips press against your nipple and he became biting it and sucking it as if you were breastfeeding him.

Gojo began to put his fingers in moving them in and out as he sucked on your clit you climaxed and came all over Gojo's face and he pulled you in by your neck as if his hand was your personal necklace and tongue kissed you making you taste yourself.

Getou pushed him back and placed you on his lap as he was craving his dick inside you. You positioned yourself on his dick and began to grind against his thigh, Gojo felt left out and began to kiss your neck.

Getou looked you in your eyes and said "Bounce for me like the whore you are." You obeyed his command and began to bounce up and down on his dock as your walls griped every inch he had.

"Geto~" As you were about to climax you pulled his hair back and as you covered his thighs in your juices. Gojo and Getou looked at each other and winked. You thought everything would be over after you came twice but you felt yourself being flipped on your stomach with your face down and your ass up.

You didn't mind it but you didn't expect it. Gojo cupped your ass with his hands and as your back wasn't arched all the way he slapped your ass causing you to whimper. "ARCH FOR ME BEFORE I MAKE THIS LITTLE SLAP TURN INTO A HAND PRINT!"

You arched your back and Gojo rubbed his dick on your pussy teasing you before he easily entered your hole making you grip the sheets as you felt every inch in you. You looked up to see Getou in front of you and looked you in your eyes.

"Y/n do you want to be face fucked by me?" You nodded and opened your mouth. He inserted his dick into your  mouth and one hand placed it on your head and slowly stroked himself in and out of you.

Spit came dripping from your mouth and your moans vibrated on Getous dick making him bite his bottom lip and tilt his head back. "You're such a pretty slut with my dick in your mouth."

Just as Getou praised you gojo put his thumb in and his strokes began to speed up and you would hear his heavy breathing from behind. "Shit y/n your pussy feels so good let us paint you with our cum."

You began to bounce back on his dick making him cum faster and started sucking on Getou's tip as you felt his dick move a bit and was about to cum in your mouth. Just as they were about to cum in you they pulled out and flipped you on your stomach and painted your body from your face to your stomach with their cum.

Getou kissed your forehead and said "Good girl, our numbers are in your hand bag call us anytime. We'll be waiting on our round two."

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Greek god (Sirius black)

AU: This is my first time writing a fic I'm not that great at writing but maybe this will help any I was listening to greek god by Conan gray and I can imagine Sirius and y/n having a conversation with the lyrics so anyway I kinda got sloppy at the end but if you guys like it or I find more motivation to write ill write a part 2 so enjoy.

summary: what happens when Sirius finds a girl that makes him as desperate as James will he be able to convince you.

warnings: mentions of food, slight mention of ex abusive relationship (emotional, not physical)

It was a known fact that Sirius black loved girls as much as he loved chaos setting a clear reputation as the 'bad boy' it took you till the third year to promise yourself to never fall for the raven-haired trouble maker so why halfway through your sixth year were you having trouble to push away the boy and his friends why did you crave to hear his voice the compliments he constantly showered you with the small notes and flowers you found in textbooks or in novels you accidentally left out in the common room.

Many nights of yours consisted of complaining about the boy and his friend James about their consistent infatuation with yourself and lily the other nights however were spent sitting in the cozy common room with the marauders James unashamedly flirting with lily and Sirius trying to convince you to at least go on one date with him and unfortunately and fortunately those nights happened to be the present in which you were living.

"c'mon y/n you know I don't really care if you like me or not but I know that you want me to anythin' I do I know you're gonna watch to amplify that I'm a fool" his voice carried arrogance and you knew he was right you needed him to break to cry out to you why you didn't cave at his requests to dates.

"you know you and all you friends walk in your big mighty squad because y'all are so insecure and you sizing me up like you always do is the oldest trick in the book and its not gonna work" you tried your best to sound unbothered and relaxed while your heart was going a thousand miles per hour.

"oh sweetheart there's nothing you could do or say to dampen my mood" he held a smirk across his face

"there's nothing you could say I won't like you anyway" you crossed your arms across your chest and gave him your best glare you could master

there was a softness in his voice when he next spoke "I know that you've been hurt before that doesn't mean it's our turn"

your heart plummeted at the mention of your old relationship a year's worth of pain and manipulation filled a fire in you a burning in your chest that you needed to release.

"you know Sirius I don't really like how you never shut up" your voice was harsh and laced with venom "just because you have dirt on everyone and know everything about other peoples life doesn't mean you can use it against them" this time you didn't have to fake your glare, of course, you didn't mean to take the anger out on him he was trying to make you feel better about your old relationship and start a new one but that didn't suppress the feelings and hurt you carried among them and telling by the way Sirius's face had fallen you had struck him that same way he did you.

"If you really want me gone and away from you y/n why don't you go get your wand" his words filled your ears remorse taking over the burn for your little outburst your eyes lowering with guilt a chuckle came from Sirius and he slotted his pointer and thumb below your chin lifting your head his face was close to yours feeling his hot breath against your face the shimmer in his grey eyes prominent he had a smile on his face and his voice was as smooth as melted gold,

"you don't really hate me, you don't wanna end me" he shook his head slightly before continuing "it's not surprising really"

you smiled back at him a mock to your voice." you know every time you kick me you're not gonna win me you're never gonna get me black"

"I don't care about all your little threats y/n I'm gonna win you one day" his head moved towards your cheek a kiss pressed upon it blood rose to tint your cheeks he moved away biding goodnight to the group that had been mostly carrying there own conversations he winked at you and made his way towards the dormitory you looked at Lilly and she instantly picked up your signal to leave as well.

"well y/n and I have some work to catch up on tomorrow and we have potions with Slughorn so you know we better be off to bed as well goodnight boys" she got up from her position on the couch and walked to you you smiled and bid the others goodnight before following Lilly upstairs to share your conversation about Sirius.

the next morning while getting ready you had the jitters about seeing and talking to Sirius again your nervousness increasing from the subtle kiss last night you followed Lillys steps to the great hall and felt horror shockwave through you when the only two seats left were next to Sirius and James.

"Just our luck" Lilly exaggerated causing you to laugh you walked amongst the other Hogwarts houses till you were at your destination and per James request, Lilly sat in the confined seat next to him leaving you to be squashed between Lilly and sirius, Sirius eyes instantly moved to your body at the pressure your shoulder caused against at his biceps.

"well hello there beautiful how'd you sleep" he wrapped his arm around your shoulder allowing a little more space for movement.

"I slept okay and you" you tilted your head to meet his eyes

"great of course had this great dream where I asked you to Hogsmeade this week and you said yes so what you say hmm" he smirked at his sly attempted to capture you

"I say no" you gave him a sarcastic smile before reaching for some buttered toast in which was taken right out of your hands by the smug boy next to you.

"c'mon y/n I know you like me and you definitely know I like you just one date and if you hate it or if you don't think I'm good enough'll leave you alone forever I won't ever flirt with you or ask you out again just one date"

you sighed before looking up again at Sirius.

"one date that's it because I promise you I won't like it just one date" you held up one finger in front of the boys face

"wait really so you'll go with me to Hogsmeade this week" his face seemed brighter more lifeful at the realization you had said yes you nodded to him to confirm his question.

"YO PRONGS SHE SAID YES HA HA I GET TO GO ON A DATE WITH THE GIRL I WANT TO BAD TO SAD" he had practically yelled the news to the bespectacled boy two seats away from him causing eyes to gaze upon you two oh how you regretted this decision already.

[argonavis-hcs]

Can i ask for argonavis with a shy and introverted s/o please?? Thankss😉😉

Argonavis with Shy and Introverted s/o

Pairings: Ren Nanahoshi x reader; Yuuto Goryo x reader; Wataru Matoba x reader; Rio Kikyo x reader; Banri Shiroishi x reader

Author's note: Hi, anon! Thank you for requesting and sorry for the slow updates. This request is so cute i hope you guys enjoy it~

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Birds of the same feather flock together, no?

Karaoke dates just the two of you UwU

Both of you understands each other's struggle when it comes to socializing

Sharing the stuff you two most passionate about no judging involved

Being with Ren gives you utmost comfort you couldn't find any other

The two of you would often have a sleep-over. Doing fun stuff like baking cookies, watching movies, sing (Ren wanted to keep singing but he's too sleepy), and many cute stuff couples do on sleep over

Giving each other special keychains so you and him won't feel as lonely when apart

His mother (most likely his entire family) knows, love, and approve your relationship with baby Ren

Pon-chan approves too! What if Pon-Chan love you simply because he thinks you're Ren...

You'll cheer him from the backstage on lives. Ready to be his #1 support and a hug source after the live

"Wow... He's so.. energetic..." Is your thought every time he ask you to go somewhere with him out of nowhere

He always makes you smile and feel comfortable around him. Whether he does it on purpose or not

He can't help but feeling like he just got shots of caffeine when seeing you smile at him instead of shying away

All the Nappolin in the world could not compare to you

You would hide behind him when he's talking to someone you don't know. With your hand holding on to his jacket

His heart would go ba dump ba dump doki doki when you do that (WHAT AM I SAYING LOL)

I hc him as a guy that can be shy too but cover it with his optimistic self

He was so ecstatic when you agree to date him and can't wait to drop the news to other Argonavis member. Fortunately you managed to stop him so you could mentally prepare yourself to meet the others

He looks like the type of guy who doesn't want to put more pressure on you or anything so he often hide his feelings with his cheerfulness. But you've lived long enough to read people's emotions so you'd sit him down and ask him to talk about his days. He'll lay his head on your lap and let his emotions go

He would list down all the things that will make you uncomfortable so none of those will happen as long as he's around

Mother Wataru.exe has activated

Bring cakes to your house for cake-tasting n chill together

Remember that one meme where person A is hugging/holding person B and then says, "If anything happened to B, I would kill everyone in the room and then myself.."

Overall a very doting boyfriend. Thinks 3 steps ahead and always prepared

You want to recharge your energy? He's ready to take you home. You crave your comfort drink? Here, he knows you'll ask for it. You want to eat dessert? Good thing he always have more since he thinks of you a lot

You could talk to him about anything and he'd always have advice for it. Or a find a way to help you figure things out

He would slip little poetic notes in your bag, books, anything. At first it's because he doesn't want you to get uncomfortable in front of him from that, but he still do it even if you've opened up to him now

A tease

But barely does it. When he does he'll apologize

Doesn't really matter if you're shy and introverted or happy-go-lucky and extroverted. He can handle it

Somewhat like Wataru minus the worry

He wants you in the room when he compose a new song. He said he wants to hear your opinion but he actually just want your company

And you love hearing him play. So it's a win for both of you

Honestly, he'd let you do whatever you want

He'd even dotes on you but in a reasonable amount

Can also be strict when he feels like you really need it. Such as when you barely touch the sun because you don't want to see people, he will drag you out himself

Will apologize with a big pot of curry later

Not a man of words, but a man of action

Hand in marriage please???

hOh you're introvert? A shy one at that? Most likely prefer home dates? YOU ARE PERFECT FOR HIM

Imagine all the money he could save up by spending time with you inside rather than outside!!

But he loves to shower you with little gifts as often as he could. You're the only person outside family that he'd treat like that

Do you love stargazing? He would be happy to take you there. He knows just a place

He gives so much of positive energy that you forgot the world outside the two of you exist

He's a simp. Would praise you whether you're present or not

But you not aware that he's doing it when you're not around. Imagine how red your face would be if you found out

Sometimes you get sad when he's not around due to his part-time works and band practice. Nevertheless, you still communicate with him whenever he can

[outrunningthedark]

I do think that Oliver’s situation as with any celebrity is always complicated

Because I can see someone not speaking out because they might not know enough and don’t want to say the wrong thing, he may not know how to ask even if he works without who would know (or at least their parent)

And then there’s the fact that he’s hardly ever online and when he is we don’t know if he’s just there to post them log off or what.

I agree or course that silence is just as harmful and can even be more so that people actually saying terrible things and doing terrible things.

I absolutely think Oliver should speak up about it but I also think it shouldn’t be just him. Why not the whole cast? (The main of course) or the writers and directors? All of them should.

As I said a few days ago, if I wanted to "cancel" every person in the public eye who either says/does something offensive to my community or doesn't acknowledge us beyond encouraging mental health awareness...I'd have very few people I could turn to for entertainment. It's not as simple as, say, finding out that an actor is homophobic and deciding you "just won't watch them anymore" because there's plenty of other actors to support who are known allies. I understand the desire for representation on screen, but what I don't think people realize is that we're usually not getting representation on screen or off. Maybe, for instance, your favorite show isn't giving you the bi rep you crave, but you damn sure know there are celebrities who openly identify as bi. Did you know that when Crip Camp (10/10, highly recommend. I cry the whole time.) was nominated for an Oscar back in April, the stage included a ramp for the first time ever to accommodate the physically disabled in attendance who may win the award? What does that tell you about disability representation in Hollywood? It doesn't exist. Lauren Ridloff is currently raising awareness for the deaf community through her work, which is AMAZING and I'm happy to see someone other than Marlee Matlin educating the public because obviously Marlee can't do it forever, BUT it's also just one disability out of many. I'm fortunate to have CP representation via 911, but Gavin is a child. It is not his job to teach any of you a damn thing about being disabled. MS is in the spotlight thanks to Selma Blair. (Christina Applegate also disclosed her diagnosis.) Whatever other example you come up with of a celebrity "representing" a specific group does not change the fact that so many people have a condition which may never get the recognition it deserves because both able-bodied and other disabled folks don't know anything about it - usually we've never heard of it at all. So, instead of expecting each individual disability to become part of a tv or movie set, is it too much to ask that people "with a platform" support our existence as a community? Is it too much to ask that they extend the same respect given to other marginalized groups to the disabled? What does it say about the "friends" they've made in the business that they know to retweet/repost in honor of POC and those who are LGBTQ+, but never have any content dedicated to uplifting my people? What does it say about these celebrities that they know to send love to their gay fans (of which I am one!), but never consider that their disabled fans could use the reminder that there's nothing "wrong" with us? That there's hope things will get better (in terms of acceptance)? You know what it tells me? We're not even a blip on their radar. The ask you're referencing was about Oliver because this is one area where he's remained glaringly silent (and nobody except for us few disabled fans question it because the rest of you, I assume, hadn't noticed), but he is in no way the only offender.

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Au Ryusoulger what if others masters survive and when five masters together, shenanigans happened and their students watch it or Au what if Oto has a crush on Towa instead Melto . P/s it's up to you choose one of them. I won't mind 😊😊

I’m going to do both because I’m that person who rambles a lot anyway - also I liked both ideas XD

“Au Ryusoulger what if others masters survive and when five masters together, shenanigans happened and their students watch it”

While Master Green has the misfortune of being stuck in Gaisorg armour all the time (it serves as a life support after the last time the Druidons came about), the other Masters are chill with this. Sure, Master Pink does ask if he doesn’t have to maintain hygiene or eat and all, but still, nothing will stop them from sitting in a circle like the old days and drinking sweetened water (aka wine) straight from the flask. Except for Master Green. That helmet can’t express anything on his face but you can pinpoint exactly when he’s craving to drink some sweetened water too

Apparently in their youth Master Pink had Master Blue and Master Black pining after her. It’s something she likes to bring up as a good old (but embarrassing) story - “remember when you two tried to spar for my hand but then I pinned you guys to the cliff and that made you chase after me harder” - “hey, this is the place where Blue tried to propose but Black managed to dig a hole and fall into it himself”

Due to the responsibility attached to his title, Red isn’t as lax as he used to be, and his friends miss it. To date, they have bets as to who’ll make Red laugh first every week. It was Green’s idea to do it. They use Ryusouls and traditional cookies, which their students also get in on because there are things like Fortune Ryusoul (giving one a glimpse of a good future and how to obtain it) and the best cookies in Japan up for grabs. Yes, even Banba. The person who usually wins is Blue because he makes the bet of “he won’t crack a smile" and that lasts for a streak of forty wins

It is a shame to say that all of them have never ventured outside their village and into regular human society. Pink adjusts without much trouble as there’s wonderful food and sights to be seen. The one who struggles the most is Green because the poor man ventured into a CD store once and got bombarded with children trying to pull off his armour. The others are rather neutral about it, but Red secretly delights in it and somehow no one notices the excuses he can make to see the “new world”

There is an urban myth that someone decided it was a fun idea to eat a Ryusoul. That was caused by no other than...Master Black. In his defense, he says while pinned to an arm chair, he wasn’t in his right mind thanks to “sweetened water” and he came to the conclusion once that perhaps eating a Ryusoul will give someone a permanent ability to see better/have flexible limbs/etc. Put two and two together and there goes a Ryusoul down his throat. Green claims that the Ryusoul is still inside Black’s body, and no one knows if they’re joking

Au what if Oto has a crush on Towa instead Melto

Instead of Melt being gentle and kind to Oto, we have Towa bonding with her as she wanders the surface. He also understands what it’s like to have an older sibling who can be protective, despite the contrary, and as he’s a good guy, it doesn’t take long for Oto to have her eyes on him to...have descendants. Let’s just say that Banba stares intently at Towa for a full week after that

It becomes habit for Oto to go straight to Towa and watch him train, or they hang out (i.e. eating ice cream, buying things, etc.)

Oto comes by often enough that even Banba starts to treat her as a younger sibling - buying a portion of food for her to eat, tucking her into a blanket and telling Kanaro that she’s resting for the night, etc. But he’s always going to change the topic if Oto says something like ��it’s wonderful to know you like this, brother-in-law”

At one point, Oto gets asked by Kanaro why she likes Towa so much. She lists a bunch of reasons that get contradicted by Towa doing something else, and it adds more weight to the frown on her brother’s face

Oto gets in on the Ryusoul trading system despite not being a knight. Sometimes she can be seen playing games with Towa where the leverage is a Ryusoul. As a result Oto gets a lot of the Speed Souls, but she doesn’t mind because when she looks at them, she thinks of Towa’s quick footwork, and that’s when he’s the coolest

send me an au and i’ll give you five headcanons about it

[d-noona]

MAKE OVER

Chapter 16: New Year’s Eve | FINAL

Jung Hoseok x Reader

Reader as Kang Hyeonji

SUMMARY: When Kang Hyeonji transformed herself into a striking redhead, the entire male population of Seoul stood up and took notice. But her make over was for Jung Hoseok’s benefit alone. He began to show interest in the new look but not in the way she wanted. Suddenly he was over-protective, perhaps a little jealous. It seemed that the idea of having a relationship with her couldn’t be further from his mind. The girl however wants more. So it was time for an ultimatum. If Hoseok didn’t want Hyeonji to lose her virginity to another admirer, he had no option but to make love to her himself.

The party was in full swing, a large motley collection of people having gathered in the Jung's house to celebrate New Year's Eve, plus the engagement of Hoseok to his long-time girlfriend slash next door neighbor, Kang Hyeonji.

As the glamorous guest of honor, the happy couple were dressed for the part. The proud groom-to-be was resplendent in stylish Balenciaga navy trousers, an open neck Gucci blue shirt and a suave cream silk sports jacket by Supreme. is bride-to-be was stunning in a strapless party dress of emerald satin by Chanel, with an even more stunning emerald and gold choker gracing her elegant neck. It had been a Christmas present from her adorning fiance, one of many he'd lavished on her during the past year.

Hoseok had, in fact spoiled Hyeonji rotten with gifts of expensive clothes and jewelry, not to mention his myriad smaller purchases of chocolates, flowers and perfume. He'd taught her to drive in his precious car, and would've bought him a new car if she'd let him. Then there were the fantasy getaways he'd taken her on, weekends here and there at romantic places designed to seduce and soften even the hardest of hearts. Not that Hyeonji was a hard girl. Hoseok knew she wasn't.

But she'd been surprisingly difficult to win, he'd found to his consternation. He'd never been quite sure of her feelings. She'd keep him dangling, had often been late for dates, and had sometimes even dared to cancel them. He'd never quite known where he stood with her, which had been both irritating and intriguing. Only in the love making department had he been sure of his domination over her. There, she was a putty in his hands, melting at his touch, quick to be aroused and always willing, no matter how often he wanted her, or where.

She'd never said no, even when there;d been some danger of being discovered. His choosing precarious places, such as behind rocks at the beach or in a sparsely filled movie theater - had sometimes soothed the sense of emotional insecurity she instilled in him, he'd almost felt loved. There'd been no doubt she craved him sexually; could not deny him. But was that love?

Till Christmas Day, when he'd produced an engagement ring for her which would have done Elizabeth Taylor proud. It was huge brilliant-cut yellow Argyle diamond, set in white gold. But it had been his words as he'd given it to her that had seemed to do the trick. "This cost me a fortune, Hyeonji," he said. "But a fortune means nothing to me without you. Marry me, my darling. I love you so much and I think you love me. You don't have to say you do if you don't want to but it would be nice, just once, to hear it from your lips."

Hyeonji had stared at him and then burst into tears. He gathered her to him and heard the words he'd been dying to hear all year. "Of course I love you. Don't you know that yet? I love you, Hoseok. With all of my heart, I love you. I love you..."

He looked over at her now across the crowded living room and caught her eye. She smiled at him, brown eyes sparkling. It wasn't so much different from the smiles she'd given him before, but tonight he saw the love in them. Why hadn't he seen it before? Hoseok was about to walk across the room to join her when someone tapped him on the elbow.

"Hello, you gorgeous hunk, you. If I wasn't married, you know, I'd given Hyeonji a run for her money." It was Choon Hee, from the library. One of Hyeonji's best friends.

Hoseok smiled "You would have to be good."

Choon Hee nodded up and down. "You're right. Hyeonji's a grand girl and I'm very happy for her. You don't know how lucky you are."

"Oh, I think I do..."

"She's loved you for so long, you know." says Choon Hee

Hoseok was about to say he didn't know at all when he stopped himself. It was then he realized Choon Hee was off in another world, smiling at something in her head.

"I can still remember the day she came into the library and told me about Mr X. You must remember Mr X, Hoseok," she added, glancing up at him.

"Only too well," Hoseok said dryly, and he lifted the glass he was holding to his lips.

Choon Hee chuckled. "I nearly cracked up when she told me about him, especially when she said you hadn't twigged. I mean...you have to admit it's very funny, but rather typical of men, not seeing beyond their nose. But I dare say you've laughed together about it since."

"Laughed about what?"

"About you being Mr X, of course."

Hoseok's drink froze midway to his mouth. He stared at Choon Hee over the glass. She grimaced, then groaned. "Oh, dear heaven, you didn't know. I always assumed she'd told you. Oh Lord!"

Hoseok could hardly think. He was Mr X. His head spun with the news, and all it implied. Hyeonji had loved him all along. But she'd also lied to him, laughed at him, manipulated him. She'd been a schemer, as Tinashe had warned she was. He recoiled at his thought, and his feelings showed on his face.

"Don't you dare take that attitude," Choon Hee warned.

"Dont you DARE! That girl loves you. No, she adores and worships you. Always has done. But did you ever see it? Not on your nelly! You sailed on through your glamorous privileged life, tossing her a few crumbs from your table when it suited you. You didn't give a fig for her feelings. You took her for granted and you broke her heart."

"But that's not..."

"Oh, shut up and listen!" Choon Hee snapped. "So what if she protected her self-esteem by inventing Mr X? So what if she had some fun with it? She'd had little enough fun in her life at that point in time. Give credit where credit is due, Hoseok. When she saw her chance she went after what she wanted. She changed for you, lied for you, fought for you. And she won you, by God - won your love and your respect. Look at her, Hoseok. She's beautiful and very brave woman; a woman in a million. Don't you dare tell her I told you about Mr X. Don't take her pride. Go on letting her think you believe she once had a Mr X in her life, because maybe she needs that Maybe she...Oh my God, she's coming over. Promise me, Hoseok. Promise me, you won't tell her I told you."

"I promise Choon," he said faithfully. "And thank you...for making me finally see the light."

Hoseok watched the girl he loved walk towards them, a lovely smile on her lovely face. He felt humbled and incredibly moved as the full import of Choon Hee's words sank in. Hyeonji had always loved him. Oh, how cruel life could be sometimes. And how wonderful. He saw now why he loved her so much. Because she loved him so much. He must have sensed in it at some subconscious level, had known that to let her go would be the worst, most stupid thing he could ever do. He vowed now he'd never let her go. Never.

"What are you two sneaky devils talking about over here?" she asked, glancing from one to another. "You two were looking rather very serious, Choon Hee. You too love."

Hoseok's heart kicked over. Never had the word "love" on her lips sounded so sweet, or so touching. He wound his arm around her slender waist and pulled her against him. "We were having a very serious discussion on having children in this day and age, weren't we Choon?"

Choon Hee laughed. He could see the flicker of surprised pleasure in her eyes "I've been wanting to discuss children with you. I would like to have a baby quite soon, but I wasn't sure about you..."

No, he thought, understanding dawning. She still wasn't sure of him. It was a cruel legacy of all those years when he hadn't noticed her, hadn't wanted her. That's why she kept him unsure. She'd been protecting herself, had made him keep proving his love over and over. There was still a lot of work to be done, he realized, before she would feel totally secure in his love. But having children together would be a good start. He gave her a reassuring smile, and a loving squeeze.

Hyeonji gave a self-conscious laugh. "How about nine months after the wedding day?"

"How about six?" he returned, squeezing her again. The wedding date has been set in March.

"I think this conversation is getting too private for me," Choon Hee exited.

"Hoseok laughed "I like your Choon Hee. I think we'll ask her to be Godmother to our first child."

"Our...first child?"

"You don't honestly think we're going to have only one child, do you? Only children are notoriously spoiled."

"Yes, well..."

He kissed her. Then kissed her again. "Wanna get out of here?" he murmured

"Where?"

"Your room" Hoseok smirked.

Hyeonji sucked in a startled breath. "Mine? But it...it only has a single bed in it."

Hoseok took her hand and began drawing her from her room. "Single beds were just made for lovers." Hoseok loved her, Hyeonji, the simple, solid girl who'd always loved him. He would make sure she would never doubt it again, and he would never cause her to.

Midnight came with cheers and shouts, whistles and car horns. People spilled out of houses into the streets below. Everyone was kissing.

No one missed the guests of honor.

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