#Don't even get me started about N and some of yall opinions

[interactivevampirerants]

Yall are complaining about the plot when this story has always been about the characters. It's a romance, that's the focus. I couldn't give two flying shit about the plot. Just try to enjoy yourself, is that too much to ask.

[fallinforgyu]

ateez reaction to riling them up in public? like maybe with other ppl around n you tryna feel em up under the table or sumn or like, in a movie theater, that sort of thing...

anon i will kiss u on the forehead... bless u

hongjoong doesn't like pda. he wants to keep intimate moments intimate and would give you NO reaction if you tried to feel him up in public. he might even shoot you a look or directly tell you to stop. you'd think he's mad at you until the moment the door closes behind him and you're alone. "What exactly were you trying to do?" he'd ask, walking closer and closing in on you, "Start something you couldn't finish?" And then, just to remind you who's in charge, he'd tie you up. You're excited just to feel his hands on you, but don't get your hopes up - you're not gonna get to cum for at LEAST an hour. "How does it feel to be teased? It's not fun, huh baby?"

seonghwa... i actually think he would really love this. first of all i think he might be a bit of an exhibitionist so if you feel him up in front of one of the other members that's a HUGE plus. idk idk i have this very clear image in my head of seonghwa making eye contact with and smirking at the members while he's getting his neck kissed idk idk... anyway. as an aries mars this man probably LOVES quickies, so feeling him up in public would almost always lead to you bent over a sink in some sleazy public restroom, his hands all over you and his lips against your ear, saying shit like "This is what you wanted, hm? Pretty little slut." God and then he LOVES putting your panties back on and making you go about the rest of your day with his cum dripping out of you.

yunho plays along with it. the second he feels your hand brushing against his thigh at the movie theater, he leans over and presses his lips directly to your ear. "What are you doing, pretty girl?" He'd smirk, knowing damn well what you're doing. Well, two can play at that game. he'd put his arm around you, starting by stroking your hair and ear, then brushing the back of his fingertips down your neck. once you're nice and covered in chills, he'd gently grope the side of your breast, smirking and kissing the side of your head when you squirm. by the end of the movie, you're so worked up that you forgot the whole thing was your idea. but don't worry, yunho's gonna remind you of that every few minutes when he's overstimulating you at home later. "Come on, sweetie. You can cum one more time for me, can't you? You were so needy for me earlier."

i'm picturing a very specific scenario with yeosang. walk with me. you're at the mall with him and when you walk past a lingerie store, you think it's the perfect opportunity to tease him. you ask him to go to the store with you and he nods, trying to act as chill as possible about it. that is until you're holding up pretty sets against your body, asking yeosang if he thinks they'd look good on you. he'd be pretty quiet but he'd give you his honest opinion, blushing through the whole ordeal. your mall trip ends shortly after that because yeosang is suddenly in a huge rush to get home, begging you "Please put that red one on for me" as soon as you're home. have i mentioned i think yeosang loves lingerie? bc i do. "Drove me crazy to think about you wearing all of those pretty things for me," he'd breathe, biting your neck, "Just so I can make a mess of you in them."

god there's something so romantic about san. i really think teasing touches and stolen kisses are just things that come with loving him. even if you're just at a cafe having coffee and chatting, your fingertips brushing up and down his arm while you talk to him just feels so comfortable and right. he's the type to pull you into an empty alley and press you to the wall and kiss you with everything he has in his body just because he felt like it. i'm telling yall... post date sex with san goes CRAZY because you will have spent the entire date subconsciously working each other up. "You know just how i like it, baby. You know just how to make me feel good," he'd groan through slow, passionate strokes and deep kissing </3

mingi's first reaction is to get giggly. i think his body is so sensitive and he's a little bit ticklish, so feeling your hands on particularly sensitive parts of his body might make him a little squirmy. but just be patient, be gentle and keep going because in a few minutes he'll mellow out and really allow himself to feel your touches. his eyelids might get a little heavy, his eyes might glaze over a bit but he's in heaven allowing himself to be loved on. "Doing okay, handsome?" you'd ask and he'd snap out of it a bit. "That feels nice." he'd nod, a dopey smile on his face. ask him if he wants more and he'll be home and underneath you in a matter of minutes - a moaning, panting mess who loves nothing more than being the center of your attention.

we're kidding ourselves if we say that wooyoung is anything other than the one who would be teasing you. this man is THE teaser. was quite literally born to tease. he'd constantly be coming up with excuses to try to rile you up - sucking ice cream off your fingers after it dripped down the cone and onto your hand, running his hand up your thigh while you're trying to watch tv, slapping your ass when he walks past you, the list goes on. he wants to see just how far he can push you before you break. "What are you gonna do about it, huh? You gonna punish me? Or are you gonna admit to yourself that you liked it, hm?" yeah that's wooyoung.

jongho just wants to make sure your needs are taken care of </3 as soon as you start trying to feel him up it's "Hm? What's gotten into you, baby? Do you need me?" and best believe he will prioritize your needs over ANY function he's at. the minute you nod your head or give him that desperate look, he has you in the passenger seat of his car with his hand on your thigh. "I'm gonna turn you into a brat if I keep giving you whatever you want whenever you want it," he'd smirk, kissing you and sliding his hands up your skirt, "But how am I supposed to say no to you when you're this damn cute all the time?"

[ayeshascorner]

Some of my controversial opinions, scroll and fuck off if your sensitive idc

-Daddy kinks aren't weird, if you find them weird then get off of Tumblr cuz ur ass is gonna have a hard life, or ur just young.

-The teacher/student concept with Tom is hot, the age gaps are too although there's a limit, but overall it shouldn't matter as long as the reader is at least at the adult age, idk I really don't care as long as the fic is good

-The usage of "y/n" makes my face contort nd makes me wanna actually fucking die sometimes (MY OPINION, it reminds me of those tiktok POVs 💀)

-Sw in fanfic is okay, I genuinely dont see a problem with it, supporting it is okay unless its romancing SA or r-word and promoting it in any way (Which it isn't so idk who's ass ppl pulled that out of, u gotta make bank some way) <3

-Rough sex in fanfics doesnt= non con (I think everyone knew this already just making sure cuz some bitches r dumb) (another edit: y’all this doesn’t mean that you can write straight up 🍇 or mentions of 🍇 in your fanfic cuz that just isn’t sane, there’s a damn limit)

-If yall want these toll bitches to go away PLEASE I fucking BEG PLEASE stop mentioning them cuz that motivates them, they are petty as fuck. (ion support toll y'all so dont start- cuz I WILL drag your ass if a get accusations 😻😻 I'm not a weird bitch!)

-When someone posts something u dont like, just scroll, no one actually cares about your comments unless its support, like genuinely shut the fuck up, ESPECIALLY if its at the fic writers, they are giving it to YOU not themselves.

-I feel like some of the ppl complaining about the kid problem on here are kids themselves, I mean.. I can tell some of y'all aren't 17+ nd thats fine unless yk what ur getting urself into..

-If your a little sensitive ass snowflake then Tumblr genuinely isn't the place for you (I've said this multiple times nd ill repeat myself even more)

-"He's a full-grown man with a wife!" Shut ur dumbass up, stupidass hoes mad asf over small shit, like okay and? Ya' think were actually gonna fuck him?💀💀

-"🍇 isn't 🍇 if you like it" Your sick, shut the fuck up.

-"G-Guys I dont like the smut😖" Stfu and get off Tumblr.. Its obviously not the place for you 💋

-Last but not least...💀

Lets not do this, its genuinely stupid...Like why are we comparing races over a man who doesn't even know who we r? Be so fr.. Gtfo my asks if ur gonna say this 💋

[sugawhaaa]

Hi!! What’s your opinion on xdh being girl dads vs boy dads? Or maybe some aren’t even dads but more the fun uncle type?

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁.ᐟXDINARY HEROES HEADCANONᶻ 𝗓 𐰁.ᐟ

🎀Girl dad or boy dad🎀

Warnings:: cursing in Jooyeons literally once

A/N:: okay so I don't usually write headcanons or fanfics about pregnancy or children bc tbh I kinda have a fear of pregnancy 😭 it's hard to explain but I never ever everaaa wanna have kids...no hate to ppl who do but if I ever get pregnant somehow errmmm I'm out see yall in Hell. But this was actually so cute and fun to write ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

Gunil

Definitely a girl dad. He would be very gentle with her, but almost excessively. It would take him quite a while to get used to having such a little human around the house when she's a newborn. As she gets older however he will learn that she will be able to do more and more herself. He won't have to carry her everywhere, she'll be able to say what she wants, she'll be able to climb up on furniture and by the ripe age of like 3 Gunil will be saying things like "they grow up so fast," you better believe that Gunil is raising a little drummer girl too. When she's little he'd hold her on his lap and give her the drumsticks to play with. Everytime she bashes one of the drums Gunil feels a piece of him dying inside 💀 but it's all worth it for his precious baby girl.

Jungsu

I see Jungsu as either an uncle or a "trying my best" girl dad. I think Jungsu would get super stressed out with a kid of his own and he'd want to give his wife time to rest but he physically doesn't know how to handle her, specifically when she's first born. He'd want to help the mother by feeding the baby through the night but after being woken up like twice he would get exhausted 😭 he'd be much better at parenting when she gets older.

Gaon

I feel like Gaon is in-between. I can see him being either or both. Something tells me that Jiseok would want to be in the room during labour but basically as soon as it starts he would pass out 😭 but once everything has calmed down he would absolutely adore his baby. Like the pure adoration that would fill his eyes when he sees the baby for the first time UGH. He would love to hold them in his arms and play with them with his finger, letting the baby hold his finger and even suck on it. He would be like Jungsu in the beginning, trying his best to not fall apart but when they get older he would be so fun. When they can walk he'd love to play with them and run around in the backyard 🥺

O.de

Girl dad. No hesitation. Probably the best dad in the entire group. As soon as you confirm that you're pregnant he will be reading up on how to care for them and buying everything you may need. When you can finally take the baby home he would be an excellent help. He would feed her, sing her to sleep, rock her, and bathe her all while still helping the mother. Her first words would probably be his name or "dada" because of how much time they'd spend together. Also random thing to throw in here but he'd love sleeping together, all three of you. The baby in the middle as the two of you hold her. You would undoubtedly fall asleep first and he'd stare fondly at his family, promising to protect both of you.

Junhan

Boy dad. 100%. Junhan undoubtedly has this very calming aura to him so anytime the baby starts crying just hand him to Junhan and he'll stop. Junhan would be the one to put him to sleep and play with him but when it comes to feeding...lord help this poor boy. He'd stay in the room when you breastfeed throughout the night because he doesn't want to leave you alone especially when the baby bites down. Junhan would feel so bad every time he sees you wince in pain. He knows it's obviously not the worst pain you've experienced but he just feels bad. When he gets older Junhan would stay relaxed most of the time but you better believe Junhan is raising a little guitarist. As soon as the baby can handle slightly loud sounds he's playing the guitar with him and buying him his own baby toy guitar.

Jooyeon

Goofy boy or girl dad. I could see him doing the thing where you throw the baby up and catch them but every time he does that you would just freak out because you swear to God if he drops your baby he's dead. He'd play all kinds of games with the baby and make weird faces at them and he'd usually get hit the 👁👄👁 baby face but after a while, the baby would laugh at Jooyeon. He'd also be good at feeding even throughout the night and when the baby starts eating mush food he would still be great at it. He's the typa dad to randomly taste the food mush as well 💀the only thing Jooyeon would really struggle with is putting the baby to bed. He's also a bad influence on them as they get older, showing them all kinds of badness. One last note for Jooyeon, he would watch the baby shows too and go "what the fuck is that,"

[ilovechuuy4]

Horror movies w bsd boys PT. 1/2

Characters;(part one) Chuuya, Dazai, Nikolai,(part two) Bram, Fyodor, Poe

SFW!/Fluff or just silly things:3

A/N; I just wanted to post something for October/Halloween since Halloween is coming up and stuff:) I also added small scenarios at the very end bc I think it's just better for me! Please bare with me thanks! :3 ALSO!! THIS WILL BE A TWO PART THING!

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Chuuya★🍷

• Chuuya would sit through the entire movie and say he isn't scared but when you glanced over you could obviously see him jumping at the scares

• Chuuya would squeeze your hand everytime a gore scene happens because even if he works for PM it still makes him uncomfortable

• When there is a betrayal in the movie chuuya gets like, obviously angry since he hates betrayal

• Chuuya is definitely cussing out the movie if he gets like jump scared badly

• You or Chuuya would probably and up falling asleep after a couple movies and either one would have to carry the other to bed

• If y'all don't fall asleep durning the movie(s), Chuuya definitely cuddles you after the movie(s)

Dazai❀ 🐌

• Dazai is for sure a more of a kid movies/romance movies rather than horror but he watches them with you anyways (my opinion)

• Dazai says he's not scared but he literally screamed in the first 30 minutes into the movie

• Dazai definitely stress eats durning the like stupid scenes where the female/male is getting chased and they trip

• Dazai is the one to fall asleep first if the movie gets boring he won't even hide it, he will lay his head on your lap, shoulder, arm etc.

Nikolai♠︎ 🂻

• Nikolai would want to watch clown horror movies to make fun of how stupid they look

• Nikolai would make little jokes like putting his hand through his cape abd tapping you on the shoulder when you seemed bored to him

• Nikolai would eat every sweet there so yall would have to pause the movie and go get more

• Nikolai would ask SO many questions such as "Why'd they even trip nothing was there" "that person is stupid, what are they even doing?" Etc.

• Nikolai would get annoyed at how stupid the actors are in the movie(s) even if he knew that's how the script was

Scenarios♡ ;

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Chuuya★ 🍷

It was a late night and Chuuya just got home from work, y'all decided since it was the start of Halloween, y'all would watch a horror movie. So y'all went out quickly to get snacks, drinks, popcorn etc. Y'all then came back and settled down in the living room, cuddled together, a blanket draped over the two of y'all.

Y'all decided on a simple classic, The Grudge. You could already tell Chuuya was doubting the movie, his leg tapping, running his hand through his hair, biting his nails etc. Chuuya was afraid of looking like some wuss in front of you, Chuuya wasn't one to do horror movies, he didn't like them he preferred action more than anything.

About half way through the movie, Chuuya was squeezing your hand tightly. Maybe he was uncomfortable with the movie? Who knows though, because you didn't. All you did was interlock your fingers with Chuuya's gently rubbing the top of his hand with your thumb to sooth him.

After the movie was finished, which was about 1 hours long, you looked over at chuuya. He was asleep, his head lay back on the back of the couch. You slowly got up, picking up the smaller ginger, carrying him to the room y'all share. You lay chuuya on the bed and cover him, getting in the bed with him. A soft "I love you" escaping your mouth..

Dazai❀ 🐌

Dazai and yourself were at yall's shared apartment. You and the brunette were bored out of yall's mind, pacing in the house, playing eye spy, etc. It was a complicated time for a simple conclusion, go out buy food and watch movies all night. So that's exactly what y'all did

Y'all drove to a store, buying salty, sweets, popcorn, Carmel popcorn, etc. Whatever y'all wanted then, and once the both of y'all arrived home, you and the brunette got comfortable on the couch and started up a good horror movie.

It was about 30 minutes into the movie when things got suspensful. Dazai was eating most the sweets (stress eating) but you were fine with it, it's not like the sweets were expensive. There was a lot of gore and killing, the actors being well, the stupid actors they are, tripping over nothing calling out etc.

Once the movie was over y'all both sighed.. Y'all were tired and well, full. So the brunette decided to go to bed and you followed quickly behind. The both fell asleep in the bed. Cuddles to one another.

Nikolai♣︎ 🂫

Halloween was coming up, Nikolai and yourself decided to work on Halloween costumes. It took about an hour or so to remotely figure out one thing y'all wanted to do for a costume, matching? No. Extremely scary? Maybe not. It was so hard to figure anything out. So y'all both decided to take a break and watch a horror movie.

Y’all quickly decided on a movie, Terrifier, it’s a simple gorey clown movie. The both of y’all had went to the nearby gas station, grabbing a couple of snacks. It took only about 30 minutes for y'all to go there and back and get comfortable in the couch turning on Netflix and turning on the movie. Y’all were gently cuddled together in a warm blanket.

The movie was about 30 minutes into the movie, there was a lot of blood guts etc. and then Nikolai decided to mess with you. Using his ability to tap you on the shoulders, rubbing your leg etc. just trying to scare you a bit. But it didn’t work because you could see the bright glow of the portal but every time you smiled at it.

Until y’all knew it, the movie over and y’all were getting up to stretch your limbs, soft hums and soft noises of bones cracking. After y’all had cleaned up the two of y’all decided to get back to figuring out costumes. Hours passed and it was around two in the morning, y’all were both tired and exhausted but y’all ended up figuring something out, ghostface and a killer clown (of course Nikolai was the killer clown.) Once y’all had finished ordering things online y’all went to the room the two of you shared, getting comfortable under the sheets and blankets, falling asleep slowly

[hearts4youz]

The Captains Daughter -Chapter 3-

A/N Sorry for the longer wait!!! chapters 4 and 5 are ready to go and will be out this week/weekend as well!! hope yall are doing great and enjoy this chapter! its a bit of a slow one, the next few are too but I promise it will get better!!

@abbiesxox

Word count: 1.1k

Reader pov:

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4:45 AM, your alarm was blaring. You let out an ungodly noise as you stretched your still sleeping muscles, reaching over to shut it off. Breakfast started in 15 mins, reporting was mandatory. You used the restroom, brushed your teeth, washed your face with your standard issue bar of soap, which to be honest, didn't do much for skincare. It was more for sterilization than anything.

You combed your hair back into a low ponytail. Luckily the uniform regulations were much more relaxed here than your old base. Your hair only needed to be tied back in some form if it was past chin length, instead of the required sleek low bun most other military organizations required.

Putting on your uniform and double knotting your shoes, you opened your door and began walking to the mess. Almost running face first into a man with a mustache. You looked up to apologize and realized it was your father.

"Watch where you're going fatass," You joked. (A/N- please tell me yall got the mean girls reference.)

Your dad laughed, your footsteps fell in sync and the two of you walked to breakfast together.

"How was your first day of training with your Lieutenant?"

"I don't think I'm up to his standards," you confessed. Remembering Ghost's disapointment with you the day before

"Ah yeah, Ghost is tough to please. Don’t stress about it kid, if he’s mean to you it usually means he likes you,” He winked.

You rolled your eyes, “he doesn’t even think I belong here, he kicked my ass when we sparred.”

“Ghost is a great soldier, he’s incredibly strong and has seen a lot of hand to hand combat. He can be blunt, but it’s cause he wants to make you better, not boost your confidence,” your dad tries reassuring you.

“Thank you dad, but something tells me him and I won’t get along too well," your opinion unchanged.

He sighs, the two you enter the mess hall and fall into line.

"Speak of the devil," your dad says, lightly elbowing you.

you turned around to see Ghost and Soap had gotten in line behind you.

"Captain!" Soap exclaimed, with just a tad too much energy for 5 in the morning."

You looked up at him and grinned. He had shaved his face, which appeared to have shaved a decade off of his life.

"MacTavish!" Your father clapped him on the back. "You don't look a day over twelve," he teased.

The four of you laughed, the first time you've seen your lieutenant do anything of the sort.

Ghost caught your quizzical expression and quickly stopped, expression reducing to the same stone faced soldier you were growing familiar with.

"Ghost?" Soap wondered why he stopped laughing.

Soaps gaze switched from him to you.

"Oh," was all that came out of his mouth

You were confused, why wouldn't Ghost laugh around you?

Why did soap seem to instantly know why?

Ghost pov:

I was not about to let Y/N see my "human" side, maybe once she proves she can handle herself. I think as I fork bacon onto my tray.

I dared to steal a glance at her, she was back to talking and laughing with Soap and Price. It is odd seeing someone act so informal around him. I know he is her father and all, but everyone else acts so reverent towards him.

I am due to continue her training at 4:00 this afternoon. Dread fills my veins. I hate the thought of being in charge of the training that is designed to save someones life. What if I fail to teach her something that she needs in a dire situation? What if I am too soft on her and she remains weaker than her opponents.

No, that won't happen.

You will be hard on her, you will show no remorse, you won't feel bad. She is not your friend, she is your sergeant. I repeat this to myself in my head as we gather our trays and walk to the table. I ate in silence, paying little attention to the conversation. Gaz and Alejandro had joined us at this point. I stared down at the plate in front of me. The bacon here is nasty.

I wanted to leave. I hated it with Y/N here.

Its not that I don't like her, well actually maybe that is partially why.

But, when I look at her, its like seeing a child. Something that needs to be looked after, someone with a lot to learn, someone who isn't ready to face the world.

I stood up to leave without a word. I head towards the gym to get in a quick lift before the morning briefing.

"Simon!"

Soap had followed me

"Fucking hell" I said under my breath.

"You cant be a jackass to her forever," Johnny said, jogging to catch up with me.

"Until I can safely befriend her without having to worry about having to identify her body a week later I will be," I huffed.

"Simon, I know it hit you like a truck when Henry Jones, and Bill Anderson died, I know how you get when you hear about the death of anyone," he tried to reason.

"I know you always think it's your fault when something goes wrong. I know you want to protect everyone, and I know you don't mean to be an asshole." I looked at him from the corner of my eye.

"But not everyone else knows that," he continued. "Your colleagues are afraid of you. They think you're heartless. I know you aren't, the rest of the squad knows you aren't, well except Y/N.

Him and I walked the rest of the way in silence. I contemplated his words.

Your colleagues are afraid of you

"I don't want her to be afraid."

"Hm?" Soap turned his head

"Y/N, I don't want her to be afraid of me," I confirmed

"The mask sure isn't helping," Soap joked to break the tension. "Actually, keep it on- whats underneath is worse," he snickered.

"You bastard, I'm not ugly," I cracked a smile from beneath said mask.

Johnny has seen my face once, on a mission. I was sucker punched and it cracked.

"What does she think of me?" I say, curiosity besting me.

"She thinks you're a total dick."

"figured"

"You can fix that though," Soap said "It's pretty simple, maybe instead of beating the shit out of her to start training, you could ask how her day is going." He sarcastically adds

I roll my eyes, "I'm capable of friendship."

Soap laughs, "I'll put in a good word for you LT."

Smiling and shaking my head, I walk away.

[threebooksoneplot]

ok so this is a hypothetical scenario bc i listen to a buncha pods about books and sometimes the podcasters have Bad Takes and will b like "i think people generally think [insert bad take]" and i always want to scream and reach out to them like: no. respectfully, i luv ur pod, but shut up ur wrong, or at least to be like: if ur gonna insist on having this take at least acknowledge that there are also other takes out there pls n thanks (yall do this its gr8 im here for it!) anyway i was wondering if someone said something to that effect to you would you be like: ok noted thanks for the feedback ... or would you be like: anyway ur wrong actually bye what would ur response to this incredibly vague hypothetical scenario be?? im curious! thanks for indulging me/my curiosity lol ... ok thats all bye

I mean, I (G) feel like we've definitely done both of those things at different times! kinda depends on the take. like, does the phrase "it's not that deep" apply? then we're probably gonna go for a jokey "you're wrong" Response B. In fact, I'd say 90% of the time when we go for Response B we are joking (James did nothing wrong and Victoria should get to kill Bella as a treat.)

but in general we tryyyyyy to leave room for nuance and point out where we ourselves are biased? you guys are the best judge of whether or not we succeed at that, lol. personally I think the key is just doing what you said above, and acknowledging other takes exist. our experiences are not universal! we try to keep our finger on the pulse (haha vampire jokes) of what other fans are saying even as we acknowledge that "other fans" is a HUGE and diverse category that includes everyone from Cheryl in the Bite Me Edward facebook group who's been writing edbella fic on ff.net since 2009 to Emersyn on tiktok who saw Twilight for the first time last year to Princess Weekes, who just released a new video essay on how not all critiques of the series are bad faith vitriol.

it's also why we have guests! shannon and I are in such close agreement on most things that we knew from the start we wanted to introduce more diversity of opinions, lol.

we ourselves definitely have opinions of the reactionary "we've heard this take we disagree with one too many times online and now we can't help but rip it to shreds when it comes up" variety (stan renee for clear skin) but consider this our re-upped commitment to pointing out to the audience whenever that's the case. we know some of you guys probably like, touch grass and may not be aware of the niche online twilight discourse that poisons our brains 24/7

overall, New Moon has been a great place to build up our "acknowledge that other takes exist" muscles! it feels like every 5 pages we were both stopping to be like "well I don't find this compelling, but I can see why someone else...might...like this." it's definitely opened up my perspective to reread the books after years of being in fandom and being exposed to so many opinions.

so, yeah: it's a boring answer, but our response to the hypothetical situation would depend on the hypothetical take. we hope (and continue to work) to always leave room in our Serious discussions for other points of view!!

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

I love demo so fuckin much but i wish there was more both canon and fanon content for him that isnt just "haha funni alcoholism " like. Idk it super fucking bothers me as a kid of an alcoholic (now recovering and about 2 years sober!!!) like. I would love to rec the game to my dad bc i know he would loce the style and humor but hes also really proud of being scottish and i khow that the main characterization pf demo would probably bother him.

Anyway demo beating alcoholism arc when.

I actually have a ton of posts abt this (u can probably dig thru "#demoman tf2" asks to find them lol) but yeah I rlly think abt this a lot. I'm also the kid of an alcoholic (actually a pretty long line of them, I'm actually pretty predisposed to it myself because I also inherited all the same anxiety/neurodivergency/etc. problems) and I'm also aware of a lot of politics surrounding addiction and am invested in harm reduction n stuff like that, so my feelings abt it are actually kinda complicated. I don't like the idea that Demo being an alcoholic is, like, a "mistake" made on Valve's end that needs to be "fixed" in fan content - it's not inherently wrong to have a character who is an alcoholic or even really a comedic character who is one. I think there's a big trend in fans (especially white people lol) totally overstepping and "fixing him" by just, never mentioning it even in places it would actually be appropriate and just pretending he was never written to have an addiction. I think that's just another way of showing that you think someone can't be a Good Person(tm) and an addict. The other side of the coin, of course, is the INSANE prevalence of people who make it his one defining personality trait and often completely mischaracterize him by giving him traits they associate with alcoholism but that he doesn't have (laziness, aggression, stupidity etc.). I actually find the way he's written in canon to be. pretty okay? There's definitely times where it's Bad but most of the time I think it's alright. Even the "short, violent temper" thing (a trait he's apparently supposed to have? But tbh he doesn't really have in any of the supplemental material lmao) feels less like a stereotype of alcoholism (as fans will make it) and more like an ethnic/nationality-based stereotype (which everyone in tf2 is, so it doesn't feel specifically targeted) (although you can also argue that him being an alcoholic is also a nationality stereotype which like. yeah). Smth I think a lot of people forget but is actually pretty present in most iterations of his lore and also in a lot of his game/intro video dialogue is that he has some kinda trauma and his self-esteem is completely in the toilet. This, in my opinion, adds another layer to his addiction that while maybe not really explored in canon (because it's not that kind of media, no one really gets their serious backstories explored they're just established and then dropped for more jokes) can definitely be expanded upon in fan stuff. I know yall like angst! Stop fucking writing "angst" where you conflate alcoholism with domestic violence and stupidity and start treating him like a human being lol. Write about Demo dealing with or beating alcoholism, but don't write it like it's his entire personality or pretend it doesn't exist. It's a part of him, but not all there is to him. Sorry for the SUPER long response anon omg I love talking and this is a topic I specifically have a ton of thoughts on. Sorry if this isn't rlly coherent, like I said I have a lot of posts abt this topic. I might go rb some now just to clarify my opinions

[hertwood]

dts s4 e9-10

e9: -another 4433 episode frothing at the mouth for it -if lewis had said 'thats what you get when you dont leave the space' after silverstone could you IMAGINE the things christian horner would've said. but max can say it after running over lewis' head. i guess -anyway i NEED another max/lewis championship fight yall dont understand -'christian is a bit like a jack russell terrier who likes to snap at your heels' no one does reads like toto jfc kaldjfasjdfalksjdf -'i don't believe to be successful you need to be an asshole.' SUSIE I LOVE U MWAH -the way lewis's voice gets high pitched when hes passionate abt something i love him i'm putting him in my pocket -not dts giving michael masi a whole introduction one episode before he gets murdered by public opinion -the shots of jeddah at night are So Pretty i actually really do like this track -the way rb talk about max's ruined quali lap is how i talk abt logan's deleted quali lap in jeddah. btw -the way they use mick's crash to set up "oh theres a safety car all the cars are gonna bunch up now~ wonder if anyone will use this opportunity for new tires :)" just setting up all this information for us to know NOW. for no particular reason :) -not max complaining that the SAFETY CAR is going TOO SLOW hes such a BRAT -god i need to see this race. aus23 levels of chaos it seems -i'm sorry but rb being like 'idk why max is being investigated 🥺 hamilton's the one that drove into the back of HIM 🥺🥺' like omg like max didnt do this EXACT thing to daniel baku 2018. its a PATTERN babes -when will my mans win again :( i'm sad :(

e10: -havent even started but i'm gonna CRY watching this episode i swear i am so serious -i'm already just so stressed out. being a max AND lewis girlie is only for god's strongest soldiers fr -'they like all this drama, but when we actually start racing they dont like it' max is so REAL for this -lewis hamilton rainbow helmet u will always be famous 2 me 😍 -checo max underrated ship btw. that cockwarming fic abt them *chefs kiss* -music is just making my stress worse (phenomenal) -part of me wishes i spent this winter break watching old races instead of watching dts, and this is a moment i'm really feeling it. i'm looking forward to at some point being able to watch this race and form my own opinions -( the end of the day i think regardless this result is never getting overturned and i'm at peace with that and i think other lewis girlies should work on that too~) -i will say. and maybe i'm missing something. i do understand the discourse abt only the lapped cars between max n lewis being allowed to unlap. BUT. if every car got to unlap themselves instead. would the result have been any different. how much does that particular detail matter. -ok now i'm just JEALOUS of u bitches who got to watch this live. i could've been there instead i was experiencing such intense trauma that i've forgotten most of 2021 (also i didnt know f1 existed) -OH I SAID I WAS GONNA CRY I KNEW I WAS GONNA CRY -i love lewis. i will always pick lewis over max. THAT BEING SAID -i watch this and i just feel relief. knowing the pressure he's been under his whole life from his father. for the first time in his life since he was little he gets to lift that pressure off his shoulders. i'm so happy for him. and like. you can TELL. how easier it is for him after this win. no matter the technicalities of this win, i find it impossible to be upset with all that context. i just feel overwhelmed with love

[m1lfwarrior]

Me porto bonito -miles earth 49 x reader

um ion rlly got a plan tbh might fuck around put it it into diff parts if yall like it

um warning i do bring up fire arms n shit so uh ya bai

oh n reader is the host of the symbiote silence😼

it was a warm night in the streets of Brooklyn, and y/n was walking alone home with nothing but streetlights to guide her. Her feet ached from the tall shoes she wore to the club.

'I can't believe she left me again..what am I supposed to do when it gets worse'

'I told you she wasn't shit, this isn't the first or last time this happens'

Stuck in her mind speaking to the second organism living in her body about how her supposed best friend left her alone for some guy she just met the same night;she doesn't realize she is in front of a dark alley near her house...

A dark, gloomy alley where grunts are coming from deeper within.

Her hands got clammy and teeth clenched despite her nervousness, she uses the symbiote to sharpen her hands into claws. She takes cautious steps deeper in the dark alley.

Upon reaching the source of the grunts, she sees a boy clutching his in pain with heavy breaths.

Suddenly, his eyes opened wide as he looked at the girl while scrambling for a piece not too far from him

"BACK-back...up. I'm-I'm not scared to use this" his hands shook, and his words got caught in his throat and came out as a weak croak.

Y/n put the claws away and sat there with her hands up trying to think about what to do

ignoring every thing her symbiotic partner has to say about how ridiculous it is for her to have her hands up, she resorts to the best choice

"look... I don't live far and im a med student, I can help you...if you'll let me"

she spoke cautiously while slowly bringing her hands back down to the side, watching the boy weight out the chances of her lying.

Finally, after too many seconds for y/n's liking, he furrowed his eyebrows and nodded, giving her the consent to take him

"could you...you know, put the gun down?" he dropped the gun hastily putting it on safety

"how... how are you getting me out of here" he questioned her, still weary of trusting her but deciding she's her best bet at staying alive.

y/n wordlessly picked him up, silently thanking the added strength her opinionated symbiote provided.

2nd pov

Speak of the devil.

'Should've left him behind he doesn't even want our help, I mean, he pointed a GUN at us'

and she shall appear

"he's just scared, I don't blame him" you quietly muttered a reply, hoping the boy in your arms is too out of it to process the fact you're technically speaking to yourself.

But luck is never on your side it seems, so that just wasn't the case "who are you talking to" the boy who's starting to become weaker by the second questioned quietly.

'shit'

'Really should've just left him' silence's voice almost had a hint of disappointment under the teasing she was sending towards you; however, you ignore her, not wanting to seem even more crazy to the boy you were trying to help.

'You even lied to him, you're no med student, you're just a girl in a liberal arts school with an “acounting” job'

You try to ignore her attempt at getting to your head, but the truth is she's right. You don't have a clue how you're going to help with the short first aid course you took first year of college before your parents left to work out of the country.

Brought out of your own thoughts, you come upon the small house you get to call your own.

"Silence" signaling the symbiote to hit the light switch, you gain a look from the boy as you gently put him down

"n...no one spoke.." he weakly reaches for the gun you're taking away from him, clearly becoming more weary by the second. You finally decided on what to do.

"Honestly, I don't know you, but you are on the verge of death, so I get it that you don't trust me. But could you please try not to move around too much on some help me help you type shit?" he looked at you through knitted brows, pain evident in his features, and nodded.

His reluctant agreement satisfied you enough to walk away and get the first aid kit to at least clean his wounds and get time for yourself.

Of course, that isn't possible when you have a conscious organism in your body.

You look in the mirror to the contorted version of your face. You've gotten used to the large white eyes and the slits in the place of a mouth that emerged whenever silence wanted to speak without popping out beside you.

"So what's the plan, miss med student?" despite her name, she is very much not silent however her voice is almost whisper like, certain words getting elongated due to her scarce knowledge of English.

Your breath hitched at the time appropriate question, but instead of answering, you close your plump lips tight and search for the first aid kit. "Oh no don't tell me, you don't have a plan, do you?" now at the side of your face large white eyes now closed into disapproving slits; "look, silence I don't know how you can expect me to just-"

Hacking coughs resonated from your living room, suddenly reminding you both you're horribly out of time, silence looks at you one last time before disappearing back into your body, quickly going back to searching for the kit.

...

Miles was doing just as well as anyone would think, overrun with the stinging pain of multiple stab wounds, throbbing bruises, and gaping cut along his stomach; just peachy.

He hates being trapped in a strange house with a girl who claims she is a medical student, but has been sitting behind him this past semester. Unfortunately, he has no choice but to unsuccessfully attempt to slow the bleeding and grip to the bit of consciousness he still possesses.

It's now been a good minute since the girl miles still doesn't trust a bit has gone elsewhere, presumably to get something to help him with or to kill him, hopefully the former rather than the latter.

To miles this feels like hours, an excruciating wait to his unknown fate, but finally a door is heard.

...

By the time you have returned to the couch, mystery boy isn't so mysterious, even with his face littered with various small bruises you can still recognize him as the Morales boy; his father was brutally killed in action not too long ago.

'Well look at that a familiar face, wonder if he realized you're not a med student yet"

you shook your head, trudging forward towards the couch containing the injured boy.

"so how you planning to patch me up, med student ?" the venom in his voice answered the question asked by your built-in in companion. You take a deep thought ful breath as you crouched in front of the dying boy, staring for a little longer than appropriate.

"just um.. Close your eyes, try to relax, and please trust me ok miles?" he gulped down whatever spit he had in his mouth and closed his eyes.

You put your hands on his abdomen, grazing the gaping slit on it "silence" ; before anything happened miles put his head up about to open his eyes to say something, but before he could complain white and orange tendrils enveloped his wounds.

He shot up, eyes open as grunts escaped from his throat due to the unfamiliar and invading feeling.

Once it was over he sat there, his chest rising and falling rapidly, "what-what the fuck are you!?" he half hardly sat up and pulled out his back up piece now overrun with energy unlike you who slowly got up to get a cup of water.

"Sorry, not much I can do about the scars.. I'm sure girls will love them though" you spoke too calm for someone with a gun pointed at them. While reaching up for a cup, your senses went hay wire at the tool pointed at you.

"i really don't think you should turn your back on him"

"no matter, thanks to you, I'm basically immortal"

By now, miles was sick of watching you seemingly talk to yourself, "YO ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION FORE I PUT BULLETS IN YOU" ; his outburst only intensified the pulsing headache you had and upset your symbiote, causing you to get nauseous.

"I'll answer your questions, keep the gun if you want, but it won't do you any good." you make your way over to the unsoiled couch and gestured him to take a seat causing him to shake his head "no I'll stand" you nod and take a sip of your cup.

"A couple of years ago" you wanted to start the long story of how you and a symbiote came together to create silence, but... "Get to the fucking chase" miles wasn't having it.

So you decided to let her explain it "silence" and at the call she popped up from your neck, a floating slimy ball of white and orange with white slits for eyes and red ones for a mouth.

"The name's silence, pleased to meet your acquaintance" his eyes wide in disbelief of what he was seeing.

...

What the fuck how did I get in this situation...all I wanted to do was make money for my mom; now I'm in this empty cold ass apartment with a girl too calm for her own good and her...pet?

...

"I know you are confused boy but believe me I don't bite..y/n here won't let me" a sick chuckle left her 'mouth' at her less than funny joke(?). "I can smell your fear boy loosen up y/n was just trying to help even though I told her not to, no hard feelings,”silence was now floating around the girl he now knew as "y/n" if that's her real name, "you can calm down and put the tool down"

"And how-how did you..meet?" he was hesitant in listening to the creature but eventually put his weapon down on the ground;although, refusing to kick it away. "So let me tell you," y/n said now recharged and ready to explain her and silence's story.

(tbh ian coming up wit a long ass backstory for an alr thingy js kno parents were scientists and insane and aint een realize they kid fused with their experiment)

As miles sat there trying to process the insanity he just heard; y/n gets up and walks closer "im not one to make people pay me back for doing stuff for them unannounced," she paused and swallowed hard "but if you could keep this a secret, I'll do anything".  

Miles finally looks at her eyes and purses his lips, "anything?" his tone critical and questioning.

Y/n nodded and furrowed her eyebrows ready for whatever conditions he may have, "what do you know about...the prowler?" miles questioned now watching how he worded things incase she turned back on her deal.

...

Your palms were red with the strength in which you squeezed your fists closed after miles gave his perquisite for keeping your secret.

“You want me to be your personal little nurse cuz you wanna run around playing criminal?!”

Miles didn't enjoy you insulting his demands and scoffed, "you either do this or," he paused and picked up his phone,"I air out your secret to the whole school." there was a certain daring tone in his voice, the kind you shouldn't doubt.

"Do you realize how that sounds miles?" you shot back clear disbelief in your voice “‘'meet y/n l/n the freak with the parasite–" silence shoots out of your back "I'm a fucking symbiote chill out" you quickly apologized "– that heals and talks' doesn't that sound like insanity miles?" 

He shrugs, clearly willing to take the chance of being viewed as insane by the school for spreading such rumor. Miles knows it's gonna get blown out of proportion and get turned into some sort of std, he knows you have no choice, and he knows you know it too, no matter how much you deny it.

So, against your better judgement, you accept his request and agree to become his personal healer.

On the condition he wont be a stranger at school.

Thus your skewed odd friendship started.

[gaywriting]

Aristotle & Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe book review

Aristotle & Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz (2012)

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

""All of your instincts, Ari, all of them, tell me something. You love that boy. I think you love him more than you can bear." "I can't. Why are you saying these things?" "Because I can't stand watching all that loneliness that lives inside you. Because I love you, Ari."" (p. 349)

i've owned this book for years but embarressingly enough i didn't get around to reading and finishing it until february 2022. after hearing about it i figured i would like it and i definitely did. i have so many feelings tied to it, so ill try my best to write my thoughts here.

the story follows 15 year old Aristotle Mendoza, an american-mexican boy living in El Paso, Texas, in the 80's. he is the youngest in a sibling group of 4 and basically grew up as a single child. his mother is caring, but carying a deep scar from Ari's brother, who's in jail and Ari has never managed to bond with his emotionally distant father, due to him having been sent to Vietnam before Ari was born. Ari struggles very hard with himself, his family and his place in the universe. then one day during summer vacation, having shut himself off to everything and everyone in his life, he escapes to the local swimming pool, despite not knowing how to swim. here he meets Dante Quintana, a 15 year old american-mexican boy, with an equally special name and a very different world view, and who offers to teach him how to swim. the boys hit it off and quickly become very close friends. soon Ari is forced to face all of his demons and it all starts with Dante.

t h i s b o o k yall... i don't even know where to start asdfdgghjk this book is one of the most beautful stories ive had the pleasure of experiencing. the journey Alire Sáenz pulls us along of Aristotle and his relationship with coming to love himself and his life is such a deeply personal, emotional and wonderful thing to witness. first off this book felt to me like opening up a book an seeing a mirror. many of Ari's struggles are struggles i have experienced in my life as well and rarely have i related so much with a main character in a YA romance book. i was a little hesitant to read it since people were praising it to the moon and back, but honestly sometimes the hype do speak the truth because this book is honestly so good!

some people call this as a romance book, but it would not be the first word i would use to descibe this book (maybe i would do that with the sequel but we'll get to that one next). this book, in my opinion, is a philosophical, coming of age book that shows the reader a family of broken individuals that each have to learn how to deal with the trauma in their life, as well as how to open up and lean on each other. the fact that one of Ari's bigger pushes towards facing himself and his issues is Dante and the blossoming romance between the two is just a plus in my opinion. not every lgbt story needs to be thrown into the romance bucket, where that's all there is to the story, since that's not all there is to life.

Dante is just the sweetest little weed smoking rascal, a boy who feels every single emotion in his body like tenthfold and just wears it all on his sleeve. incapable of telling lies and so sure in himself and his beliefs. his only insecurity is his sexuality, and reading the letters he sends to Ari, about him figuring it all out and when he speaks of how he needs his sibling to be straight, is heartbreaking.

If you want to experience a psychological coming of age lgbt story with two precious boys learning to love and accept themselves and each other, despite the struggle that that life entails, then i c a n n o t recomend this book more. it was honesly one of the best books i read last year, don't let the hype scare you away and give it a try! ❤️

honestly to say im upset that i cant find a way for me to watch the movie is such an understatement. i might be going into it too optimistic and get Super let down, but as far as ive read (avoiding spoilers) people say its good, so the hype is crazy 🍿

[neowinestainedress]

DEEP WATERS

TITLE: DEEP WATERS | part of the INFERNO event

PAIRING: tentacle monster!haechan x fem!human!oc/reader

GENRE: smut, monsterfucking

SUMMARY: all your life you heard stories about the monster that lives in the lake, but they never scared you. You were looking for him, hoping fate was going to lead you to him to prove yourself you’re not crazy for believing in his existence. And when it happens, he seems to be afraid of you.

WARNINGS: smut, tentacles sex, aphrodisiacs (but to make the whole thing possible and not painful so everything is consensual), public /outdoor sex, nipple sucking, nipple orgasm, shibari with tentacles (i guess), oral sex (f/m), anal sex, vaginal sex, spitroasting, triple penetration, belly bulge, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, brief mentions of free use, breeding (but not really), cum inflation (and a lot of cum in general), unrealistic sex (do i really have to write this??), aftercare (don't ask)

WORD COUNT: 8.004k

A/N: don't really know how to feel about this one and I hate writing things in a rush, but it's here. Let me know your opinion with comments, reblogs or asks!! Enjoy ♡

if you click 'read more' you agree you have read the warnings and take responsibility for the media you consume.

“I truly don’t think we should be here,” Jaemin whispered, looking around in the thick forest that was getting wider with each step as they approached the lake. 

“Yeah, that’s one of your countless dumb ideas,” Renjun added, trying to stop his body from shaking so much at the slightest of sounds. 

“You’re so annoying,” she commented, walking around with too much enthusiasm if you asked her friends that were behind her, almost using her body as a shield from whatever was going to jump from the waters. 

“Why can’t we just go back to our tents and stay there?” Jaemin complained. 

“Because it’s boring, yall keep telling the same stories over and over again and most of the others are asleep.” 

“You know he doesn’t exist, right?” Renjun said, finally addressing the elephant in the room. 

She sighed, “Then why are you shitting your pants?” 

Renjun let out an offended gasp before knitting his brows, “I’m not. I just think it’s not wise to wander around in the middle of the night here, there could be wild animals.” 

She laughed after rolling her eyes and then stopped when the lake came in their view. 

“God, it’s so pretty. I can’t believe people barely come here.” 

Jaemin coughed, “Yeah, there’s a reason.” 

She glared at him. “So why do you call me crazy?” 

“Nobody calls you crazy, it’s just… it’s creepy, okay? The vibes of this place are creepy, can’t we go back?” Renjun insisted. 

“What are you doing?” He asked when she bent to the ground to search for something, taking a step out of the bush. “Please, don’t do anything dumb, don’t do — you did something dumb,” he sighed when she threw a rock in the lake, circles forming on the surface as the rock slid on the surface before sinking. 

“Okay, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jaemin said. 

“It is,” she did it again, and again. 

“Why do you want to anger it?” 

“I don’t, I just can’t believe that nothing makes him come out.” 

“Mh, I don’t think your rock was that big,” Jaemin said, taking a step back when the water started moving. 

“What have you done?” Renjun asked terrified, seeing something coming out of the surface.  

“Got what I wanted?” She replied, shrugging, and he could hear the happy smile on her face.

“You’re insane,” he replied, shaking his head. “Let’s run,” he screamed, grabbing Jaemin’s hand and turning back, not even looking back to see if she was following them.

“Yeah, I’ll reach you,” she replied, but instead of following her friends, she moved closer to the water and her breath stopped for a moment as she could see a figure emerge from the surface. 

Finally, after years, it was happening. 

The monster moved his tentacles and slithered some in front of her, but she barely flinched. 

“You’re not scared?” The monster in front of her raised a brow in utter confusion, he was standing still now, waiting for a reaction that wasn’t coming. 

“No,” she replied and he could feel the same serenity in the way she was acting in her voice. 

“You think I’m not scary?” 

She shook her head, biting her lips, and studying the blue appendices swinging around his body, water still dripping down, damping his hair and his scaly blue skin. “You’re interesting… curious, but not scary.” 

The monster laughed, a sharp mocking laugh. “I won’t spare you just because you’re pretending to don’t be afraid.” 

“You don’t kill,” she replied calmly. “I’ve been reading so much about you. Read all those tales about you. You terrorize people, certain tellers believing that it’s because you don’t enjoy people invading your personal space. It’s like Shrek.” 

He frowned, truly shocked at how calm she was, or even casual, as if she was chatting with a friend and not a monster that lived in the depths of a lake after terrorizing the people of her village. “Shrek? Who’s that?” 

“Oh, you wouldn’t know. But that’s not the point.” 

“Don’t touch,” he groaned, pulling away one of his tentacles when her hand lifted up and moved closer to the limb. “You can’t touch me.” 

“Will I burn? Is it like holy water on demons?” 

He rolled his eyes and then started moving in circles around her. She truly wasn’t afraid a bit. How was that possible? But she didn’t seem armed, and also looked rather short and fragile compared to him, and her clothes, a white sweater, and grey pants weren’t made for a fight, so what were her tricks? Was she able to mind control or something? 

“Why are you here? Don’t you know it’s dangerous being all alone in the middle of the night at the sides of the haunted lake?” 

She puffed, eyes squinting as she studied the creases of his body, he was mostly naked, just a drape covering his lower body while his skin was covered in scales that disappeared on his hands, feet, neck and face. 

“I wasn’t alone. My friends are weak and ran off when they saw you emerging from the surface.” 

He stopped moving around her, panicking for a second, “They saw me?” 

“They didn’t. But just the idea of the tales being true terrified them. Can I say you let me down?” 

“I let you what?” His voice came out higher than he wanted to but he couldn’t deny he was dumbfounded by her behaviour. 

“I wasn’t going to be afraid of you but… damn, I thought you were going to be scarier. Bigger. Ugly,” she commented, still studying him, and admiring how beautiful he was, sure, some things could’ve — should’ve — been considered weird but he had a handsome face, and his colours, deep blue mixing with purple and bright pink were simply beautiful. 

He blinked repeatedly, thinking it had to be a weird dream, a hallucination given by all these years of being alone and far from his home planet, but she was still standing there, closer than before, once again trying to touch him. 

“I could kill you.” 

“Would you?” She raised a brow, testing him with a smug smirk on her face. 

He gasped, shaking his head. “Why would I not? If you’re so smart and curious as you say you are, you should know what happens to people that know about my existence. They can’t survive. They can’t put my life at risk. I’ve been hunted all my life, and this is my first safe place and I have to hide in the water.” 

“You think I can run back to town and talk about you? They would call me crazy.” 

“They might, but they will also come here and hunt me.” 

“Why don’t you try to talk —” 

“You’re so naïve, really think that they would listen to me? Think they would listen to what a monster has to say? I can turn scary if I want to, I’m sparing you.” 

Instead of baking away her eyes lit up, her mouth opening in surprise and excitement. “So you can control it?” 

“Of course, I can. My original form wasn’t even in the water. I had to adapt.” 

“So, you’re an alien? The books don’t say it. It says that you’ve always been here and you’ve been scaring the town since the dawn of time.” 

“Leave,” he only replied, voice sharp and deeper. 

Her eyes moved to his. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

He snorted. “You couldn’t even if you tried.” 

“Well, physically I can’t but emotionally.” 

“No, little girl, not even emotionally. And now leave. I’m keeping you alive as a favour.” 

“But why? I’m just curious…” 

He moved closer, touching her chin with a hand, making her gulp and shiver at the sensation of his skin rubbing against hers. “You think I’d be so dumb to be vulnerable in front of you? To tell you more about me so you can run to your village and tell them you found out how to finally get rid of me?” 

She shook her head. “But that’s not what I’m curious about.”

“And what are you curious about, then?” He asked, raising a brow and when she looked away, he furrowed.

“I have some abilities but unfortunately I can’t read minds, speak.” 

She gulped, coughing to clear her throat. “About your tentacles.” 

“My tentacles?” He tilted his head to the side, watching how her attitude shifted as soon as his body surrounded hers. 

“Yeah… if I touch them, can you feel something?” 

“Of course, I can, they are protuberances of me.”

“No, but like… pleasure.” 

He stood there frozen for a second, shocked once again by her boldness. That was what she was thinking about? But he shrugged it off and a teasing laugh rumbled out of his chest. 

“That’s what you want to know?” He teased, caressing her cheek. She nodded. “Want to know if I do this,” another tentacle came out of his body, “and put it between your legs,” she whimpered when the wet tentacle teased her over the pants, “if I feel something?” 

She nodded, breath getting shorter as the limb moved on her thigh, wrapping around her waist and lifting her up on the ground. 

“I don’t know, but now I’m curious too. Do you feel something?” 

She hummed, looking down at him, biting her lips to don’t let the small moans of pleasure come out. 

“You know I could let you go right now and make you crash to the ground, right?” 

“I know.”

“And aren’t you afraid?” 

“You won’t do it.” 

“Are you sure? I have all the reasons to do it. You know about me, not much but more than anybody else on this stupid planet ever did, and are also trying to fuck me.” 

“Isn’t that good? For how long have you been alone?” 

“For how long have you been alone?” 

She grunted, throwing her head back in frustration — and a bit of pleasure since the tentacle was still rubbing against her. “God, stop stealing my lines. Come up with something yourself, or answer.” 

She gasped when he let her go, but caught her before she could smash onto the ground. 

“I told you,” she winked. 

“It’s just because you’re entertaining. So dumb, you will get hurt.”

“But any way you didn’t kill me, and your tentacle is still between my legs.” 

The monster groaned, leaving her on the ground and moving away, the tentacle slithering back into his skin. 

“How do you do that?” She asked, watching in awe as his body got back to its original form. 

“How do you breathe?” 

She rolled her eyes. “God, you’re so annoying. Ever thought that maybe your terrible communication skills are the reason why people wanted you dead?” 

“Shut up, and leave.” 

“No.” 

“No?” He raised a brow, glaring at her, looking scary for a second but she had no intention of stepping back. 

“I’m not standing into the waters of the lake, I’m not breaking any rules. On the other hand, you decided to come out of the waters knowing full well that I was there. So maybe, you need something too.” 

“I need peace, and I’d need to get away from here. I surely don’t need you.” 

“But you’re all alone, how doesn’t that get boring? What if it wasn’t me? What if there was a hunter that wanted to kill you? You risked so much tonight.” 

“I should’ve killed you when I had the chance,” he sighed, rubbing his temples.  

“You have the chance. You just don’t want to.” 

“Oh, damn, just… what do you want?” 

“You.” 

“Me? Like my head on a silver plate?”

“I’ve been passionate about you since I was a kid, all my fellow classmates were terrified hearing the stories about you, but I was so fascinated. I couldn’t wrap my head around it, and then… then growing up it just got worst.” 

“So you’re obsessed?” 

“No, I’m more like a fan. Do you know what that is?” 

He shook his head. 

“Well, it’s someone that’s very fond and passionate about somebody else.” 

“Obsessed.” 

“No. Listen,” she sighed. “I… I’ve been called a freak all my life for believing in you, and I think that it’s so dumb that I’m the weird one when nobody ever comes to this lake at night. So I guess people believe in you but are too ashamed to admit it. While I never cared about it, like, even if you weren’t real, was I hurting somebody? No. So can you please just answer my doubts? I promise you won’t see me again.” 

“Do you really have doubts to answer?” He asked after sighing loudly. “Or do you have needs you think nobody else can satisfy?” 

She didn’t reply immediately, ashamed he had caught the main reason why she wanted to find him. Because if at the start the curiosity was almost scientific, with the years it turned into a fantasy she truly couldn’t tell to anybody. “What if I had both?” 

He chuckled. “And what do you want to solve first?” 

“My needs?” She asked shyly, tilting her head to the side. 

“I doubt you’ll have the strength to answer your question if you follow that path. I doubt you will make it out alive at all.” 

“It can’t be that bad…” 

“It’s not made for you,” he replied, hovering over her. “Nothing about me is made for you.” 

“We could try.” Her voice was low as she looked up at him, eyes falling on his lips. 

“Don’t play with fire if you don’t want to get burned.” 

“Maybe I could get just a little taste? Let me, let me touch one of your tentacles, please?” 

He chuckled, lifting one closer to her hand, watching as she grazed it gently. “Why are you so attracted to them?” 

“I… I don’t know. There’s something fascinating about this,” she confessed, letting her fingers run on it, it was smooth and wet, maybe even sticky. She had noticed that they all had different textures, some had veins, others suckers, and some others were like the one she was touching. She could feel his breath falter for a moment. “Do you feel something?” 

“Not really, those are not made for pleasure. Honestly, nothing in my species is made for pleasure.” 

“No pleasure?” Her hands stopped, her attention back on his face. 

He smiled. “Reproduction.” 

She gasped, biting her lips. 

“It was easy to change your mind.” 

“I didn’t change it.” 

“Okay, you are hiding something from me, what are you?” 

“I’m human. I’m me.” 

“How… How are you not afraid? I can emit corrosive acids, I could strangle you, I could drag you in the pits of that lake and drown you and your family would never find a body to mourn on. And here you are?” 

“Because humans are scarier than monsters and I’ve been surrounded by them since I was born? You think that people don’t commit atrocities just because they don’t have tentacles, fangs, or wings, or claws, or powers, and toxic fluids?” 

He couldn’t deny he did find humans disgusting and terrible but it was different. “But that doesn’t make me any less scary.” 

“Hate to break it to you but you are… hot.” 

“Hot?” 

“If you were ugly probably I would find you scarier, but those tentacles, your skin, your tongue and your eyes are not scary.” 

He hummed, trying to hide how happy he was to hear those words. “Are you sure you want to play? I can’t promise you will make it out alive, but I got that you have no intention to leave anyway, so instead of wasting the night with useless talks…” 

She hummed, it couldn’t have been a bad idea. She wanted this so badly. 

“I promise I’ll try to be gentle at the start. And don’t come inside you, I’m not really sure the kid that will come out of us will be a good mix.” 

She chuckled and that made him roll his eyes. “Do you hate your life or something? Why are you not afraid of me in the slightest?” 

“Why do you want me to be afraid so bad?” She asked, running a hand on his skin, it was still wet, but the scales had a good sensation at the touch, they resembled snakeskin. 

“Sometimes fear saves your ass,” the monster replied, touching her chin with two fingers, and caressing her skin. “I could be poisonous, I could strangle you…” 

“Or drag me in the deep waters, yeah, I know. You could also take control of my mind. I’ve been studying you and your powers for years, that’s why I wanted to know what is true and what’s not. But if you propose something funnier, I guess education can wait.” 

He groaned when she touched his face and pulled away. She raised a brow. “You are afraid,” she pointed out, walking toward him as he started taking small steps back, finally realizing why he was acting like this.  

“I’m not afraid, I don’t want you to touch me like this.” 

“But why?” 

He hesitated, his feet reaching the shore, the human skin on his feet being replaced by blue scales. “I don’t trust you.” 

“Would it make it better if you knew my name? You still didn’t tell me yours, you must have one.” 

“Hideous monster, terrific creature, I don’t know, pick one your people decided to give me,” he retorted bitterly. 

“Those are not names. Please,” she begged. 

And her sincere eyes were the only things that made him say his real name for the first time ever. “Haechan.” 

“Haechan?” 

“Yeah, do you have anything to say about it?” He asked annoyed, already regretting the confession.

She shook her head, walking closer to him, they were standing face to face. “I love it, it fits you.” 

He scoffed. “Are you really that desperate?” 

“I’m being honest.” 

“We can’t,” he replied when her chest pressed against his.  

“I thought you said you couldn’t promise me to be gentle, but not that we couldn’t.” 

“What if people see? What if they think I’m hurting you and… it’s too dangerous. And the only way I know to do this is even more dangerous.” 

She smirked, looking past him, the dark water painted silver by the moon shining behind him.

“Don’t even think about it.” 

“Why not?” 

“You’re insane.” 

“I’d say I like a challenge.” 

“A challenge that could kill you, and then kill me once they find your dead body on the shore.” 

“Then don’t risk it and let’s say above waters,” she replied, touching him once again. “Did they move?” She asked when the scales on his arms bricked up.

“No, they didn’t,” he replied sternly, pulling his arm away. 

“They did! Are you turned on? Do you like it when I touch you?” 

“You know nothing about how I work, just shut up,” he said, wrapping a hand over her mouth. “Stop screaming, you will draw attention.” When Haechan looked down she was staring at him, the light reflecting in her eyes, making it look as if a million little stars were inside, and he pulled away when he felt his skin brick up. 

She smirked when she noticed, but didn’t tease him verbally. 

“You know nobody dares to come here at night,” she said, “as much as they love to call me crazy for believing in you, they shit themselves thinking they could encounter you.” 

“If something bad happens to me, but doesn’t get me killed, I’ll make sure I’ll come to haunt you wherever you are.” 

“Sounds good, so we will see each other again,” she smiled, touching his tentacles again, making him groan. 

“No touching,” he hissed. 

“How are we going to do it if I don’t touch you?” 

“You can only touch if I start it, or if they come closer to you. They are… sensible.” He gulped, looking at her. “Not like you mean it, not the ones that are out now. Damn, you’re so annoying with your little cocky gazes, that’s why you’re single and you have to beg a monster to fuck you.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” she said, rolling her eyes before she kissed him. She was tired of this beating around the bush, she wanted things to start. She gasped in the kiss when his tentacles wrapped around her frame and lifted her up from the ground. “Oh, finally started loosening up?” 

“I told you to —” Haechan tried to retort but she shushed him again with another kiss. 

“You’re so annoying,” he huffed when she pulled away. “And kisses are weird.” 

“Weird? What about touches? Your tentacles are all over me, can I touch them?” 

“Doesn’t it feel disgusting? They’re sticky.” 

“It’s weird, but I like it.” 

He quirked a brow, moving them more, exploring her curves. “Do you?” 

She hummed when one of them brushed between her legs and the other on her breast. It was weird, but not disgusting. 

And when he heard her moan, the put up façade he was showing crumbled apart, it was like her soft moans were telling him the truth, he could feel her body, he felt the pulses in her vein, he felt that she was being honest, that for some — weird — reason she truly wanted this, but mostly, she wanted him. No, he couldn’t read minds, but he, unfortunately, could feel so much, and all his life on that stupid planet he only felt hatred, disgust and anger, but this… this was different, this was good. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked, tentacles retracting from her body, leaving her surprised for a second, blinking at him with confused eyes. 

“Yes,” she still replied with no hesitation. 

“How much?” 

She hesitated for a second, not getting where this was going. Was there somebody behind her and he wanted to make her say something to don’t get them both killed or were his doubts haunting him again? 

“Enough to try this with you.” 

“Then can you let me try a thing with you?” 

“Define a thing.” 

“This,” he said, tentacles moving again, two of them reaching for her hands and blocking them over her head, the hold tight enough to make her stay still. “And this.” The other two roamed on her body, sending shivers all over it. 

Her head fell back and her lips parted to let out moans. “Yes, do —do whatever you want.” 

His eyes sparkled at the consent, and two more tentacles came out of him, securing around her ankles and lifting her up, it was as if she was laying but underneath her there was just air, and the cold, hard ground if he only let go of the grip. 

Her body stiffed when he grabbed her clothes and ripped them off her body with strength. 

“Don’t look surprised by my strength, you wanted this.” 

She hummed, nodding and biting her lips nervously, the cold air making her shiver. 

“I will warm you up,” he joked, “need more tentacles to keep you warm?” 

She nodded, moaning when two others reached her breast, squeezing her boobs strongly. 

“Fuck.” 

Haechan smirked, content with her reaction. “You look pretty down here,” his breath huffed against her wet pussy, and she tried to close her legs, but the tentacles were keeping her spread open. “Well, never seen a human one but yours is beautiful.” 

“That’s a weird comment,” she groaned, feeling so exposed because it was as if he was studying her, but well, could she be mad when she was just as curious of him? 

“Is it? Humans don’t compliment each other?” 

“Well, fuck, not exactly like this.” 

“Oh, well, I don’t want to be like you anyway so take it.” 

She was about to say something again but his tongue laying flat on her cunt stopped the words in the back of her brain, head falling backwards, dangling in the air, and nails digging into her own palms. 

“Fuck,” she groaned when he started moving it, long tongue teasing her entrance before his lips started sucking her sensitive clit. 

“Never imagined you’d taste so good,” Haechan groaned against her, hands cupping her thighs, as his tentacles moved to bend them and leave him more space between her legs. The new position, with her knees bent and slightly closer to her chest, made her feel his fast movement even more. 

Haechan pulled away, staring in awe at her dripping juices mixing with his spit and dripping down her ass. “Let’s see,” he whispered, lips curling in a smirk, “if I do this, will you like it?” Two smaller tentacles came from his back and reached for her pussy lips, pulling them apart. His tongue rolled out again and this time slipped in again, fucking in and out. 

She groaned when her eyes met his, staring at her with a lustful gaze, his tentacles now moving faster around him, and holding her tighter. She tried to close her legs again, sure that he must’ve had something in him that made everything feel ten times better because she had never been so sensitive. 

“I’m gonna come,” she cried out, squirming in his hold while she reached the first climax. Her skin was already pearled with sweat, and at this point she feared she was going to get sick because of the low temperature of the night, but her health wasn’t exactly her main concern right now. 

“Oh, you love this,” he smiled. “Didn’t think you would be so sensitive.” 

“Hae-Haechan,” she called breathlessly. 

“Yes, honey?” 

“The — the tentacles, can they, can you stop them?” 

He raised a brow, “Thought you wanted this?” 

“I do — I do, want this so badly but,” the breath got stuck in her throat as the tentacles on her nipples started sucking harder. “Too much. Too good.” 

“If it’s good it’s never bad, isn’t it?” He joked, placing a tentacle on her clit, and rubbing the head in circular motions. “But I don’t know how I want to fuck you yet, let me think.” 

“I’ll come again,” she cried out, voice breaking into a scream. 

“I warned you.” 

She groaned, letting her head fall back, giving in to the pleasure, it wasn’t bad, and that was the problem, the shocks of pleasure running in her body were so strong she feared he was going to tire her up before she could get a bigger taste. 

“Oh, I think I got it,” he exclaimed. “You’ve got a really nice ass, I want to have a better view of it.” 

She screamed when he swiftly turned her around, tentacles moving so fast her heart dropped when they let go of her to trap her in another position. But the fear of the precarity of it all made all her blood rush between her legs, pussy throbbing hard in anticipation. 

“So, so pretty like this,” he whispered, she was now facing him with her back, ass perched up, arms tied up, standing straight above her head, calves flat against the back of her thighs as two tentacles secured her legs in that bent position, almost as if she was kneeling standing mid-air. “Silver looks good on you,” he added, caressing her skin, and watching the moonlight reflect on her. “Are you cold?” He asked when his fingers grazed her back, running along her spine and felt goosebumps. 

“A — a bit.” 

“I’ll warm you up soon.” 

“Fuck,” she moaned, head tangling in front of her when he parted her ass cheeks, jumping back against him when he left a kiss on her rim. “I don’t —”  

“Shh,” he shushed her up. “This hole looks inviting.” 

“You can’t fuck me there raw.” 

“Why not?” He asked, and when she looked back he seemed genuinely confused, it would’ve been cute if only she couldn’t feel a tentacle already prod at the entrance. “Aren’t all holes made for that? To get fucked and filled?” 

“Kinda,” she replied, voice faltering as she tried to ignore the effect those words had between her legs. “Wait,” she stopped him when the appendance pushed in. “You need to — you need to get it wet and ready, it’s not like my pussy.” 

He raised a brow, not really getting the point of it, and she wasn’t going to explain to him the real point of it now. 

“Just — eat me out like you did before and push the smallest tentacle in,” she explained, hoping she wasn’t going to regret it considering the most daring thing she had done with her ass was put a shy finger inside of her. 

And he obeyed, tongue licking a stripe before he started to move with eagerness just like before. But he was eager, he had barely got a taste of anything and he couldn’t wait longer, so he slipped a tentacle inside, moaning when her warmth clenched around it.

She couldn’t reply, mouth gaping as she tried to realize what had just happened. “Feels weird,” she choked on her words as she tried to adjust to the sensation, smooth on one side while on the other she could feel suckers rub against her walls, ignoring the slight discomfort because he didn’t prep her at all. 

“Want my cock instead?” 

“No, I just — fuck — need to get used to it,” she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut. 

“Good, ‘cause you feel so good.” Haechan was getting high at the way she was moaning, pretty sounds and squeals. And in a second he moved closer to her, moving her so her pussy was right at his dick height. She yelped, not expecting him to move her around like that, so easily, as if she was nothing. 

“Are you going to take my cock?” 

She blinked, turning her neck, trying to get a glimpse of it, eyes widening when she saw it, bigger than anything she had ever taken, a dark blue at the base that turned lighter at the tip, full of ridges along the length, curving up perfectly, big heavy balls hanging tight under it. 

She whined, suddenly realizing she might’ve bargained more than she could take. “Sure, I’ll take it.” 

But Haechan laughed. “No, you won’t. You’re too fragile, little lamb. I told you this was going to be too much for you.” 

She didn’t answer, choking up on yet another moan as the tentacles in her ass started moving faster and deeper. 

“You’re so lucky I can and want to help you.”  

“You can make it smaller?” 

He let out a mocking sound, “Bigger, if I wanted to,” he smirked. “But I don’t feel like I want to destroy you… not yet.” Her smile dropped and he chuckled. “I’m kidding, I’m just joking. I wouldn’t want to break what could be my favourite plaything.” 

“Plaything,” she huffed. “You wanted me gone. Changed your mind? It does suck to be here alone?” 

She screamed when a tentacle latched at her clit, sucking hard, it almost felt like it was vibrating, no… it couldn’t be. 

“I need you to shut up,” he said, another tentacle coming out of him to reach her mouth and fill it with no grace. When he could only hear muffled moans, he smiled. “Better, sounds get irritating easily when you’ve spent so much time in silence.” 

She whimpered when she felt something wet against her opening, it was sticky and wet, but she couldn’t turn around and see, not that she could’ve anyway, but her head was being kept still by the tentacle fucking into her mouth. 

Her eyes closed when the tip of his fat cock started rubbing against her cunt, smearing the substance around. “Need you to be relaxed or no amount of aphrodisiacs will make this possible. I don’t like when my toys break.” 

She breathed deeply through her nose, cringing at the mess of spit that was drooling out of her mouth, and tried to relax her body. 

“That’s it,” he grunted, easing his tip inside her, ass bucking up at the intrusion. “Fuck, you’re so warm here,” he groaned when he slipped all the way in, fat, ridged cock stretching her wide, but it wasn’t as painful as she imagined it would be. Still, she could feel him so deep inside of her that she wondered how he wasn’t splitting her or hurting her. Large enough to fill her like nothing ever before, the scales rubbing against her walls, the new texture making shivers run down her spine and curl her toes already, stomach closing in a knot as the feeling emptied her brain.  

The sounds filling the chill, calm night of October around the lake were disgusting. Lewd squelching sounds, cum splashing between their bodies, tentacles dripping so much of it already that the brown earth was starting to turn white. 

And as much as Haechan told her to keep quiet, the one that was having a hard time holding the moans in was him. He never felt anything as good as that, all her holes feeling so good, bringing him closer to the edge before he’d love to. Not that he was scared of that, he could come over and over again, last for days if he wanted to, but her? Small body shaking into his tentacles hold, squirming and at the same time fucking back asking for more, small holes barely taking him, stretching out so widely just for him. 

“Should’ve fucked a human first, fuck,” he moaned. “Feels so good.” Probably the sight of her holes opening just for him was what he last needed to reach his orgasm. He didn’t warn her, though, coming inside all of her holes, filling her to the brim, sticky white cum overflowing, bringing her to the edge too. 

She coughed, spitting it out of her mouth, too much to even think of swallowing it. 

“Too much,” she cried out, feeling her muscles sore as she squirmed uncontrollably as she reached another orgasm. 

“You think I’m done with you? I want to see your pretty face while I make you come, see your pretty belly bulge,” Haechan snorted, still lazily pumping inside of her.  

She groaned. “Fuck me against the ground, I — I’m too tired, these positions are,” she blabbered, still spitting some cum out of her mouth, struggling to let out what she was thinking about.  

“Against the dirty ground? I don’t think so,” he said before he turned her around, this time holding her against his body, tentacles wrapping around her to shield her from the cold of the night, eyes staring right into her watery ones. “But I think we can try something else. You said you’d let me do anything, didn’t you?” 

She nodded, suddenly fearing what he could do to her. 

“Is it better?” He asked and she looked around in panic when felt herself floating, tentacles holding her up but she could feel they weren’t the main reason why she was laying in the air. 

“Yeah,” she whimpered, feeling her skin burn as the tentacles brushed against it.  

“Good,” he smirked, staring at her leaking holes in awe. “You’re so pretty, are all humans like this?” 

She nodded, half-lidded eyes looking into his. 

“As pretty as you?” 

“I — I don’t know.” 

“I don’t think so,” he replied, cock slipping into her cunt again, stretching her again. 

Her head fell back, but it was like something was keeping her up, almost as if he had put an invisible surface she could lay on. 

“You feel so good, fuck, should’ve come here sooner,” Haechan groaned, slipping another tentacle inside her ass, this time thicker than the one that had fucked her before. “Would’ve filled many lonely nights.” 

And she would’ve loved to reply that she did try, searched for him everywhere but he was too good at hiding, her brain though didn’t let her mumble a single word, nothing else that wasn’t a moan or a whimper. 

It took him nothing to make her come for the third time with an orgasm that simply didn’t feel real. It sent pleasure flooding through her entire body, making her scream in the night, cunt and ass clenching around him barely giving him space to still pump his thick fleshes in and out of her holes. 

But Haechan had no intention of stopping. If it felt good before, now it felt even better. Her face drunk on his cock and tentacles, mouth open, tongue rolling out and eyes rolled in the back of her head. He also would’ve loved to be gentle and let her lay like that, but he wanted her closer and wanted to have a better view, so once again he moved her body, angling her so that she was almost flat against his chest but not close enough that he couldn’t see the bulge of his cock in her belly. 

“Shit, can you see me through your pretty belly?” Haechan moved a hand behind her back, forcing her neck to look down, eyes snapping open in surprise, awe, and slight terror as she once again wondered how the hell it was possible and how deep he was reaching. 

“You look so pretty with a round belly, baby. Should I fill you more?” 

She nodded eagerly, broken moans slipping past her lips. 

“Yeah? Want all my cum deep inside your nasty holes? Want it to be so much it overflows and drips out of you for days?” 

“Yes, please, fill me, stuff me of your cum.” 

Haechan groaned before he emptied himself inside her again, stilling against her, tentacles stopping their frenetic movements as the pleasure ran all over his body. 

Her head rolled back as yet another orgasm washed over her, and she felt her brain hazed with pleasure. 

“Hae — Haechan,” she called out, voice breathy and tears trickling down her cheeks. 

“What, babe? Can’t take it anymore?” 

She nodded, biting her lips when two suction cups place on her nipples again, sucking avidly. 

“I’m sure you can.” 

“No, I — I — fuck,” she screamed, wriggling in his hold, hips involuntarily fucking into him. 

“I’m sure you can take one more for me, can’t you?” 

“I — I, not too much.” 

He shook his head, slipping out of her, cold air hitting her burning holes as his body moved back for a few seconds, cum dripping in a pool on the ground. 

“Want to fuck your tight ass with my cock and your pretty pussy with my tentacles.” 

She hummed before the words registered in her head. 

“Tentacles?” 

Haechan only smirked, pushing into her rim with force, knocking the breath out of her lungs. Her mouth open and drool dripping on her chin. “Haechan.” 

“Fuck, nobody ever screamed my name like that,” he moaned, head falling forward in the crook of her neck. “Not even in terror, they only call me a monster.” 

She only whimpered in reply, closing her eyes when she felt the first tentacle make its way inside her pussy, it wasn’t incredibly thick, but it filled her enough that she didn’t even want to think about the intrusion of another one. Not a single thought in her brain as pleasure buzzed in her veins, she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to walk back to the tent, not now and probably not even in the morning, but it felt good. 

“You take me so well, little lamb,” he praised, eyes staring right where he was fucking into her with force. “Should I add another one? See how much of me you can truly take?” 

She nodded, “Please.” 

“Please?” He snickered, a thick tentacle raising in the air before it reached her clit, sucking to help her dilated more around him. “Thought it was too much just a few seconds ago.” 

She shook her head, tears spilling down her eyes like a fountain. “Need you, need more.” 

“As you wish,” he chuckled before pushing the other one inside. The stretch was inhuman, enough to make her come on the spot, body freezing at the mercy of the shocks of pleasure that were rushing in her. 

“Fuck, fuck,” she cried out when the feeling dimmed, looking down, watching the two blue, veiny tentacles make their way into her poor abused cunt. She could clearly see them through her tummy, and feel them too. She should’ve found it scarier but she could only think that it was hot and felt so good she feared no other human was going to make her feel like that ever again. 

“So tight, little lamb. Can’t believe you came all the way here to get fucked by me. Used and filled by a monster. Begging to get ruined.” 

“Nggh,” she replied in a broken whimper. “Just for you.” 

He smirked, leaning in, long tongue rolling out to lick a stripe of her tear. “Everything about you tastes so good. Maybe you should stay around,” he hummed. “I should keep you with me to keep me company, always ready to get fucked.” 

She nodded, eyes opening to meet his. 

“Want that? Want to be my little toy to fill and fuck anytime I like? Only used for my pleasure?” 

“Yes, please.” 

Haechan groaned, “You can take all my cum as proof you’re not crazy, there will be so much in and on you that you won’t forget about it. It’ll leak out of you for weeks.” 

“Mhh, please.” 

“Gonna give it all to you, my favourite girl, aren’t you?” She nodded, a dumb smile on her face as the nth orgasm rose again. “You know, fuck, thinking about it, you would look so pretty carrying our babies, don’t you think so?” 

She only mumbled in a reply, too dizzy to truly listen. 

“Yes, you would, all round like you are right now, fuck, look at you.” He had already fucked so much cum into her that her belly was bulging not only from the tentacles but also from that, so round that she looked pregnant already. 

“Fill me, give — give it to me,” she begged, voice coming out like a mess of broken cries and high-pitched moans. 

“If you want that so much, fuck,” he growled, head falling backwards, eyes closed as pleasure overtook him. 

When he came inside of her it lasted longer, and this time more tentacles spilled cum everywhere, completely coating her body with the white, sticky substance. But she had no strength to squirm away or complain because the orgasm washing over her almost knocked her out completely. Vision white and ears buzzing while her back was arched, letting Haechan’s last pumps ride the high until it stopped. 

She didn’t hear or comprehend much of what happened next, she guessed he was still cursing and moaning while her holes still clenched around him, making it impossible to slip out. 

She soon passed out for a while and when her eyes opened, she was confused. She looked down and saw that she was clean but her hair was wet, still, she wasn’t cold, the warm light of the fire heating her up. When she looked up she saw that Haechan was still there, sitting close to her and playing with some wood, the red and orange lighting up his handsome features. 

“You can light a fire?” 

“Apparently, I can,” Haechan replied with a small smile on her face. 

“Tried to drown me?” She chuckled, regretting it when she felt all her muscles hurt. 

“Tried to clean you but I think you will leak my cum for weeks,” he commented. “I’m sorry, I even promised I would pull out but… you felt too good.” 

She laughed, “No worries, men do it all the time. And I’m on the pill, so no, I don’t think we’ll get a baby monster in nine months.” 

“I don’t know what the pill is but I put my trust in it.”

“Yeah, we all do.” 

Some silence passed before the monster broke it, gathering some courage to keep a conversation going. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Tired, and cold,” she giggled, rubbing her hands on the skin of her arms, and shifting closer to the only warm source. 

“I don’t have clothes, I could only lay you on that blanket because somebody dropped it in the bushes.” 

“One of my friends,” she rolled her eyes, suddenly reminded of them again. She hoped they didn’t run back to look for her, honestly. 

“It will be weird to explain,” Haechan whispered with a small chuckle on his lips.  

She shrugged. “Are my clothes ripped that badly?” 

He picked them up, they were torn in two with no hope of even putting an idea of clothes together. “I can’t control my strength.” 

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll try to find the strength to walk back to the tent and pretend nothing happened,” she said, rubbing her hands together, feeling that her limbs were freezing now that she didn’t have his body radiating so much heat, and moving even closer to the fire, trying to don’t pay attention to the discomfort. 

“Was it like you imagined?” Haechan finally dared to ask, shyly meeting her eyes, terrified of the answer. He was so good at screwing up, he didn’t even want to think about the few times he tried to get close to a human.

“Better,” she said, smiling when he looked down to hide the happy smile that was curling his lips too. “You’re so weird for being a monster.” 

“I’m just… not used to people like you,” he confessed, lifting his gaze. 

“Horny as fuck?” 

“Dumbass, I didn’t mean that,” he rolled his eyes. 

She laughed, shaking her head, looking up at the sky and thinking that it was so late and the walk back to their small camp was longer than ever in her condition. “Well, I better get going. As fun as it was, you also wrecked me and I think it will take some time to go back to the tent.” She stood up slowly, squirming in discomfort, forcing her muscles to do things they had no intention of doing. 

“Wait, will you come back?” 

Her lips curled into a teasing smile that then shifted into a tender one. “You want me to?” 

Haechan hesitated, what was the point of lying? “Yes. I still want to strangle you sometimes but I like you.” 

“Let’s do this, since this,” she pointed to her body, “is your fault and you still didn’t answer my questions. You’ll carry me back to my camp, we’ll chat about you, and then, we can even come up with a meeting plan.” 

“A plan? It sounds serious,” he joked but he was already standing up to reach her.  

“Isn’t it? Was I truly just a toy for you?” She winked, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around her body. 

Haechan rolled his eyes, two tentacles slipping out of his back to lift her up in bridal style after he blew off the fire. 

“It may all depend on the questions you’ll ask me. And I’d like to remind you that I can always kill you.” 

She smiled, leaving a peck on his cheeks that made him pull away as he started to step into the forest, tentacles retracing, except the ones holding her up, his body heating up to don’t make her freeze. 

“You won’t. We have some things to discuss and I think it could take a while, maybe when I’m not covered in your cum and in a nicer place.” 

Haechan laughed, looking at her face, the usual teasing smirk barely curling her lips, and her eyes still looking at him with the same shine even if he could clearly tell that she was tired and was barely holding up. It would’ve been a miracle if she didn’t fall asleep in his hold on the way back. 

“You are so weird. Are all humans like this?” 

She smiled, snuggling closer to his chest, feeling his heart beating in his chest, “Only the best.” 

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[kyywtii]

Tears Of Themis boys as ||𝙻𝙸𝙱𝚁𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽𝚂||

𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐

First of all, you're not entering a library.

You're entering a Bibliothèque.

Artem's Bibliothèque.

The door is probably more expensive than a whole month of groceries

Not probably, defintely.

Wipe your feet before entering you filthy rat

Everyone loves his boutique because he has EVERYTHING

From thick books to thin ones

Big to small ones

Interesting to boring ones

The most random things a mind could possibly ever imagine existing

Just shoot a title and watch him slide through the shelves knowing exactly where everything is

"Excuse me, do you have 'the 50 blades of grass' ?"

"I do"

"The actual book, the one published 3 months ago ?"

"Yes."

"The one with the red cover and crown stamp ?"

"That one"

"...."

"Is there a-"

"Why do you have that book"

REFUSES to let anyone work in here with him

He doesn't trust anyone.

(Marius tried working for him and got kicked out but that's another story)

"I can help you !"

"No thanks."

"I'm actually very competen"

"I appreciate the thought"

"You would have more free time if I take care of some things for you !"

"Very kind, but no"

"I know how to-"

"Get out of here"

Doesn't allow food in here either

𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎

Hm.

Hmm.

Hmmm.

no.

Just no.

He tries his best okay, BUT HES SO CLUMSY-

"What do you mean I can't carry these 30 books all at once!! Just watch!"

He couldn't carry all these 30 books all at once.

He could carry 30 books

But not all at once

Can't ask people to keep quiet he's literally the one making the most noise-

Working in a library was actually a dream of his apperently

(Said he)

(No one approved)

(No one dared stop him either I mean have you seen him have you seen that smile exactly)

Is very very knowledgeable when it comes to books actually

Enthusiastically talks with the customers about what they picked

Gives recommendations

Gives his personal opinions (without spoilers ofc)

Chit Chat with him and you'll learn great many things

Might have scared the shit outta a good number of people who were just looking through the shelves because he didn't make any noise getting behind them

"Where is it, where is it... it should be around here... L... M... M.... N! Here it-"

"CAN I HELP YOU-"

"GOOD LORD!!"

Some people come to the library just to look for him

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚅𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗

Him being in a library is a violation on its own

He does a really good job actually

Just sometimes actually

"Excuse me, do you perhaps have 'Like a Water Drop' ?"

"1983 ?"

"Yes, that one !"

"We do have some copies of it yes."

"Where can I find them"

"There!"

"Where ?"

"..... Somewhere there-"

No one on earth knows what brought him here, of all places and all available summer jobs

Clearly doesn't want to be here but looks like he's having the most fun he's ever had

Bet he was forced to be here and is slowly starting to like it

Pretends to be a customer when he doesn't wanna deal with someone-

Grabs a random book and sits in a corner embracing the "I don't work here" attitude

"Sir."

"..."

"Sir, hello."

"....."

"Excuse me, sir-"

"Can you not see I'm trying to read in peace??? If you have any questions, go and find someone who actually works here."

"... your book is upside down."

His little "Ah" said it all

𝚅𝚢𝚗 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛

You're too dumb to understand the books he has in his library.

Get out.

Even tho it has pretty much everything and anything, this place is specialized in poetry and literature in general

Door going 🎆ᶜˡⁱⁿᵍ ᶜˡⁱⁿᵍ🎆 when you get inside

Looks each person who enters up and down

(Hes judging yall yes)

Actually owns this library

Puts the books in place and hates it when people fiddle with his work

"Here, I'd like to take these please"

"What about this one?"

"... I don't think I'll take-"

"Third row, on your right. Fifth shelf from the top, right after the 15th book."

"What"

"If you're not taking it then put it back where it was. Third row, on your right, fifth shelf from the top, right after the 15th book."

Don't tell him it's HIS job to put it back in place cuz I swear he'll jump you

And not the way you want him to, trust me

When people borrow books from him he asks for their address

"Enjoy your reading."

"You said I had a week to return them, right ?"

"Indeed."

"What if I can't return them in a week?"

"... you will return them in a week."

[sukunasbabymama]

Judgment.

↳ Pairing. Timeskip! Taiju Shiba.

↳ Summary. Your boss helps you with your problems of confidence in the only way he can: the weird one.

↳ Word count. 3.8K [I needed to explain the whole idea lmao]

↳ Warnings. Cursing, Fem!reader.

↳ Note. We already know about Taiju timeskip but I want yall to have in mind what happens in that chapter because this is like an insight into Taiju’s personal life while having in mind that canon scene between him and Touman. Also, I don’t tag people for Kisaki and Taiju to avoid discomfort.

Request.

“You think you can help me with closing, tonight?” Taiju asks you for the fourth night in a row. You smile and nod. “I'll pay you extra hours and I'll take you home since the others are not gonna be able to wait for you.”

“It's okay, I can take a taxi if-,” You close your mouth at his deadpan expression.

That situation is starting to become more common; Taiju asking you to help him with his expensive restaurant and you doing it because that's your job, duh. You’ve been working for him for three years now, starting as a simple waitress and now being his second in command. He trusts you with the monthly sales, and even if he's on vacation he leaves you in charge to be the boss and take the money home so when he's back he can take it to the bank.

Now, the taking you home started four days ago when he asked you to help him with this month sales and with the preparations for the next decoration of the place; Looking for ideas, searching for professionals and so on took you four days, and now yall need to focus on the making of the budget so yeah, yall need to work extra hours today too. The thing is, the opinion of others about you makes you insecure, you give a lot of importance to people’s opinion and sadly your neighbors are the most nosy people in the country. You don't want to keep turning down your boss’ genuine offer but God, if your neighbors see you getting out of his black expensive car for a second time (because you have rejected him twice in the past four days) they are going to start with the micro-aggressions again.

“Yesterday and the day before you turned down my offer too and I couldn't fall asleep until you texted me that you made it home. It's not going to happen again tonight. I'm going to take you home after we are done here.” He says and although his tone is not harsh, you know better than to keep arguing about it.

“Yes sir, I'm sorry.”

“What's the reason, anyway?”

“Pardon?”

“The reason, Y/N.” He says a little harshly after sighing. He knows damn well that you heard him. “Do I make you uncomfortable? You can go with the others if that's the-,”

“No! No, no, I'm sorry- I'm going to explain myself when we close, is that okay?” You ask and he just nods absently, turning around and entering his office.

You sigh, great, now your boss of three years thinks you’re uncomfortable in his presence, even though you're the only one that can face him at all time, even when he is mad at some rude customer or when he is mad at the poor behavior of some of the waiters.

You end the official shift smoothly and tell everyone that you're not gonna be accompanying them in the subway. After they’re gone you take all the money in the cash register with the bills and go looking for your boss. You knock on his door and get inside after he gives you permission.

“This is today’s income…” You murmur and he nods, taking everything in your hand and putting it in the safe without needing to count the money. “So… the reason.”

In silence he sits back on his chair, putting the others bills and other papers aside, and looks at you, letting you know that you have his undivided attention now.

“You see, I have problems with my confidence, I overthink a lot and give too much importance to my reputation. My neighbors are the nosiest people I've ever met, so if you take me home continuously…” He nods.

“They are gonna think we fuck.” You suck a breath at his choice of words but yeah, you can’t expect anything else from Taiju Shiba.

“Yes, that.”

“I can take you and stop the car around the corner.” He offers and you look at him with a small grateful smile, but he is not smiling back. “But, you should work on that confidence. They are not paying your bills.”

“I-I know.” You mumble, mortified with the fact that you’re having this conversation with your boss of all people. “I don't know how, though.”

“Well, you can start by doing whatever the fuck you want, and ignore their comments.” He shrugs and when you nod he continues. “And if they directly talk to you about your life then tell them to fuck off.”

“Isn’t that disrespectful?” You frown.

“Isn't it more disrespectful to mind other people’s business?” You close your mouth. He has a damn good point.

“I'm going to- uh- uhm, start by doing what I want?” You say and even if you didn't mean to ask it ended up sounding like it. He nods.

“Great, so I will be taking you home when we finish this.” He says, not leaving a space to argue back and already taking all the papers yall need to talk about the makeover of his restaurant.

That's the start of you building your confidence, with the first step being letting him take you home that night and ignoring the stares of your neighbors, walking with faked confidence till you make it inside your apartment. That simple conversation wasn't all you need to change your ways, no, but he actually keeps helping you, asking you every day if you succeed in ignoring them, if you did something risky in front of them and when you tell him yes he just gives you a small proud smile and when you say no he just nods. The relationship between the both of you gets closer and a little more honest.

“I'm saying that, one thing is to take me home because your apartment is on the way but another thing is getting out of the car.” You tell him one night.

Not only is he so fucking tall and beefy and intimidating but the tattoos and also the fact that he can’t keep his fucking mouth shut. If he goes off on the customers that are rude to you, it's more than likely that he is gonna go off on your neighbors if they say something.

“It's about that reputation stuff again, right?” He asks and you look up to the ceiling that suddenly looks so interesting.

“You look so intimidating they would never believe me that you're my boss, you-,” He smirks.

“I look like a bully, is that it?” You tilt your head, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. “I am.”

And he's not lying, in one of those nights that you told him that you couldn't stand up for yourself he told you the whole story about how his little brother stood up for himself and his sister and he left them alone, away from his toxicity, and they are just beginning to talk again after all those years.

“Don’t say that, Tai’.” You mumble, stretching your hand to pat his shoulder since you were sitting in front of each other at the moment, drinking some expensive cognac as a celebration that the makeover of the place was a success. It took yall two whole months to do it. “You’re the best boss ever.”

“Don’t lie.” He chuckles.

“I’m not! You haven't given up in helping me, you are-,”

“Well, well.” Someone says from the door.

Before you can even turn around a bunch of men walk and surround you and Taiju. He stands up and quickly puts you behind him.

“Kokonoi? What the fuck is this, bastard?” Taiju asks the guy and you grip his suit because, well what the fuck are you supposed to do in this kind of situation, you cant even fight!!

“We are here to interrogate you about some of your ex-men snooping around in our boss’ business.” Another guy says and Taiju laughs.

“And you think you can stand up to me? With all these weak asses? “ He mocks.

“I don't know, but we'll see about that.” The black-haired guy says and he locks eyes with you when you take a sneak peek. “Oh? Guess your little one here is gonna watch you get your ass whooped.”

Taiju shakes his head slowly, almost calmly.

“Not gonna happen, you're gonna let her go. Now.” Taiju says and they look at each other in silence for a whole minute before the guy nods. Taiju softly puts you in front of him and looks at you expressionless, you can't tell if he's mad, scared, nothing. “You think you can get home by yourself at this time?”

“Yes… of course, I'll call a taxi.” You murmur. “Is this okay?”

“It's not, I'll have a conversation with them to fix it.” You nod, knowing he is lying but this is not the time or place to argue. “Go home and text me when you get there. I'll check the message when I’m done here.”

You nod and tug at his arm, when he gets on your level you kiss his cheek softly. You know it’s weird and unexpected but almost 20 people in the restaurant that came for the sole purpose of beating your boss isn't that expected either so fuck it, also he was the one telling you all those months ago that you need to do whatever the fuck you want.

You turn around and silently walk out, the men opening a path of you and not even trying to jump scare you.

When you get home you're aware of some neighbors that tend to stay awake till late just talking about every single person that enters the building, but tonight you cant bring yourself to give a single fuck about them since your mind is flooded with thoughts about Taiju; Is he okay? Would it be better if you call the police? Of course not, you know damn right he is indeed still affiliated to his ex gang since sometimes when you had to close the restaurant they came and talked with him in his office, but that doesn’t matter, it was like 20 guys!! He is not gonna be able to take them down by himself… right?

You decide that you need to calm down because if anything happens to him you’re gonna be the boss the next day in the restaurant to support him if he needs to rest or something. You take a warm quick shower and put on comfy clothes, just when you were about to make some coffee to wait the whole night if it’s needed to hear from him is that you remember he told you to text him when you make it home. You look for your phone like a madwoman and call him, he answers in the third tone.

“You… made it home… safe?” He rasps and you start to shake at his tone.

“Are you okay, Taiju? Where are you?! Are you hurt?!?! Taiju!!” Your eyes start to water and your lips start to tremble.

“I’m okay, baby, calm down a little for me, yeah?” He says in a whisper, your nervous state doesn’t let you register the pet name. “Did you make it home safe?”

“Y-Yes, I did. I called the taxi company that you recommended last month.” You mumble. “Are you okay?”

“I am, I just need… A little patch up.” You gasp, thinking about the worst scenario. “I can’t do it myself cause I’m too rough, you think you can do it for me, little one?”

You fall silent on the line for a moment and you close your eyes ashamed. Ashamed that the first thought that crossed your mind was how you were doing a great job not letting your neighbors see him, always getting out of the car fast and never letting him get out. Ashamed that he’s hurt and you’re thinking about what the fuck your fucking neighbor has to say about the man you’re in love.

“Yes.” You say firmly. “I can do that, please come here. You need to rest.”

“Come show me the way then.” He says in a low tone. “I’m in front of your apar—,”

You toss your phone and run out of the apartment, not even putting shoes on. You don’t wait for the elevator, straight up running to the stairs. Just when you get to the lobby he gets out of his car and you can see that he is really tired and beaten. Ignoring the neighbors sitting around the lobby you run to him and get under his arm to help him walk.

“What about your reputation, love?” He whispers right in your ear and you roll your eyes.

“You… are more important.” You say quietly, missing the satisfied smile he has on his face.

He has had his eye on you since day one; when you were a waitress in his restaurant, when he promoted you to hostess and now that you’re his right hand, and even if he doesn’t think he’s good enough for you, he can’t stop the thought of “what if” when you say stuff like that, when you say that oddly enough he’s the person that you trust the most because he helps you instead of just telling you that you’re dramatic for giving people’s opinion attention, when you look at him like he’s not fucked up in the head when you think he’s distracted, when you kissed his cheek because you were worried and scared of what can happen to him. Good God, he has liked you since day one.

“Little Y/N, is that your boyfrie— Oh, he’s all beaten!” A couple of old ladies get closer and you sigh.

Not only Taiju is 6’8 foot tall, but he also is heavy as fuck and you haven’t gotten out of the panic and anxious state from all the situation to be dealing with their nosy asses. It’s not the time, you think.

“This is my boss, excuse me while I—,”

“Boss?! But he looks like a bully!—,”

“Just like your husband looks like a creep every time I catch him looking at my fucking ass when I’m taking the trash out and you don’t bat an eye, are we fucking done here or should I just yank you out of my way?” You snap and even Taiju was dead silent at your tone.

They open the path for you and you get into the elevator and moments later into your apartment without saying a word. You sit Taiju on a chair and when you were about to start looking for the first aid kit he stops you, grabbing your hand softly.

“Look at me.” You shake your head, looking at the decoration in the middle of the table. “Look. At. Me.”

“Taiju, not right now, please.” You mumble and he lets go of your hand right away.

In an awkward silence you start to clean the blood from his cut after looking for the kit, you unbutton his dress shirt and walk to toss it into your pile of dirty clothes. You give him some painkillers in case the bruises had started to hurt although he didn’t even wince in discomfort when you were rubbing alcohol on his cuts.

“Can we talk now?” He asks quietly.

“Just tell me something.” You say. “Are you back into that gang shit?”

“I’m not.”

“Okay.”

“Do you believe me?”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No.”

“Then I believe you.” You say, you take his hand and drag him to your room since you didn’t have more rooms. “Stay the night here, all those punches, the cognac from earlier and the strong painkillers are enough. You shouldn’t drive.”

“I still have contact with guys that are in the gang scene.” He tells you. You don’t look at him, opting to distract yourself looking for more blankets and pillows. “As you know, they come from time to time to the restaurant to talk to me and they kind of let me know how that world is going in order to protect my business. On days I know there’s some kind of war between gangs I close the restaurant earlier and send y’all home before the gang activity starts. On days I know there’s a leader in the city I go through the reservations personally so I tell them myself that we don’t have tables for them to keep all that away from us.”

“Then what’s that all about tonight?”

“Exactly that. Even if I’m just snooping around the gang world, I was a leader of a really strong gang, it surely doesn’t look cute for my name to still be mentioned while being clean. It’s hard for them to believe.” He takes the towel you offer him but instead of walking to the bathroom, he sits on the bed. He needs you to know that he hasn’t fucked up the opportunity to be a better man for you. “Those guys you saw tonight, they are my ex captains. They didn’t let you go just because, but rather because there is still a mutual respect between us.”

You hum. You get in front of him and when he opens his legs and tug you softly till you’re between them you don’t say anything nor do you move. You just look at his desperate eyes.

“I’m out of that shit.” He whispers. “I’m not even entertaining the idea of disappointing you.”

“Me?”

“You know damn right you’re the woman I love.” He says deadpan and you suck a breath. He’s known for his unusual honesty so you should’ve known that you wouldn’t get the flower and chocolate agenda for a confession. “I’m not risking the opportunity of becoming the man you deserve.”

“You are already the man I deserve.” You whisper back, softly putting your hands on his shoulders and sliding them to take his face in your hands, he leans on your touch and gives a quick kiss at your hand.

“Is it true?”

“What, love?”

“Am I more important than your nosy neighbor?” He knows his voice sounds desperate but God, he is desperate to hear your praises.

“Yes, you are. After ruining my reputation I feel like I can live freely, and that’s thanks to you, of course you’re more—” You yelp when he flips you under him in your bed and that's the first time he winces at the pain on his ribs. “Careful!”

“You too, are the most important thing to me.” You smile and nod.

“Go take a shower, let’s sleep and—.”

“I actually want to keep touching you and getting kisses on my cheeks.” You roll your eyes and lean, kissing his lips briefly.

“There, now to the bathroom and to bed, big guy.”

While he is in the bathroom you look everywhere for a piece of cloth that could fit him and you thank the heavens when you find a simple basketball short, great, those things have a lot of elastic to fit around his waist. You give it to him and although it was a little tight that was still better than his dirty and bloody dress pants.

He gets under your blankets and hugs you tightly from behind, not second thoughts on that, not shyness, just straight up pulling you to his broad chest, he sighs and closes his eyes.

“Mhm.” He hums, his hand going under your shirt but before you could stop him he just rests it there, flat on your abdomen. “You have stopped trembling.”

“Was I trembling?” You whisper, caressing his arm.

“You were shaking and although you did patch me up, your eyes were unfocused.” He tells you and sighs with tiredness. “Thanks for patching me up, baby.”

“Baby?”

“I called you that earlier.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

“I like it.”

You fall asleep after that, tired from all the events, including the nonviolent one since that day both of you work more than usual in the presentation of the new decoration of the restaurant.

When you wake up he is not hugging you and you giggle when that’s the first thing that crossed your mind. You run to the bathroom and brush your teeth and then go out looking for him. You find him in your balcony, shirtless, with those shorts that leave nothing to the imagination and you know that because it’s pretty obvious he’s not wearing underwear.

Since he’s holding a cup you walk to the kitchen first and pour yourself some coffee that apparently he made not long ago since it was still hot, and then you go to him.

“Morning, big guy.” You murmur, he looks at you and smirks. He grabs your throat softly and leans to give you a quick kiss.

“Morning, baby, did you have a good sleep?” He asks, his hand still resting around your neck. Just Taiju things, you think.

“I did, but I was disappointed that I didn’t wake up with your whole body almost suffocating me.” You say and he hums.

“I’ll have that in mind for tonight, don’t cry later.” He says and you are about to ask him what he means with ‘tonight’ when someone interrupts you, more precisely, your neighbor.

“There you are! Last night you were really rude, Y/N.” The lady says. She was on the street with some bags from the market nearby. “I thought you were raised bet—,”

“If you want to have a say in the way she was raised then pay her bills.” Taiju says bluntly and you just sip your coffee, there it is, the harsh Taiju everybody at work fears. “If you’re not gonna do that, keep. Walking.”

The color drained from her face out of embarrassment; not only she remembers he is huge but the rest of his tattoos were on display and boy did they look intimidating as hell.

An awkward smile creeps to your face and he tilts his head when he sees it, he gives your neck a soft squeeze to bring your attention to him.

“What is it?”

“I just now understand.” You smile at him, biting your lower lip in the process. God, you were so happy.

“What?”

“That you were right, all I had to do is do whatever the fuck I want and ignore them and if they come directly tell them to fuck off.” He smiles at the fact that you remember his exact words. “I don’t feel bad at the way you talked to her nor at the way I talked to them last night.”

“And you shouldn’t, you were right.” You nod. “So?”

“So… no more attention to judgmental people.” He nods distractly, leaning to kiss you.

“No more attention to judgmental people.” He repeats in a whisper, kissing you like his life depends on it.

[bemylord]

ꜱ/ᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ

characters: satoru, itadori, megumi, toji, nanamin, sukuna.

warnings: it's not an angst, but it has triggers because they screamed at you :( [toji and sukuna parts bc yall know those man] + grammar issues. [aged up?]

butler's remark: it was hard to write yuuji, megumi and gojou parts bc they are good and sweet boys and i practically cry. i also had decided to do as a hdc not in the fake text. i did a reader with a strong character.

apologies part.

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

pls no. i can't even imagine that yuuji would scream to you or say you're bothering him.

but, okay, that's why you're reading this.

you just wanted a piece, a little bit, some, of yuuji's attention while he was training.

you came to him from behind, wrapping hands around his neck.

you were happy to finally see and hug your boyfriend, planning to spend an evening watching some tv-shows.

suddenly, yuuji turned to you, and instead of the usual: 'sweetie, i'm so happy to see you let's watch the tv or eat ramen!'

he answered: 'i'm busy, y/n, let's talk later.'

being busy by doing something is totally normal.

but he could at least said you not cold as that. he turned around his body, continuing to do the same thing.

'but i missed you, yuuujiii~' you stretched out [?] his name in a smile, clinging to his shoulders again.

'can you not being clingy y/n, i'm trying to train. give me some space, you're starting to annoy me!'

you were standing there with doe eyes - he had never screamed at you.

'yeah? whatever, itadori. i'm gonna cuddle with megumi-kun, good training.'

you left the room with tears in the corner of your eyes. you'll give the space that yuuji had mentioned - you won't be talking with him for some days or weeks, therefore he'll know he should watch his mouth. [to follow what he says]

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

he came back to the dorm late after training with satoru.

you, being the lovely girlfriend ever, wanted to help megumi: you filled the bathtub with water, made delicious dinner, and find a good movie to watch after bath. maybe, it isn't a romantic thing, but it'll help him to release the tension in the muscle.

'megumi, you finally here!' you had green your boyfriend with a warm hug, as you always do, cupped his face to kiss him.

you were about to give a kiss, when 'gumi intercepted your hands, looking at you tiredly.

'how was the train? you must be tired, that's why i made for you bath and dinner.'

you walked into the living room as you heard him muttering.

'you always being so annoying and so mommy [i mean, hyper custody], i am not a child, y/n, i can help myself.'

'gomen-gomen, megumi, i just wanted to help you relax.'

'stop being like that! that's annoying, i'll take a bath alone, without you.'

you saw bruises and abrasions on his face - he must be angry about that. you have known how megumi hates to be beaten gojou or todou.

you decided not to answer, only waiting till his fury will calm down and he will apologize.

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

i want to confess right away - i'm already afraid of him.

toji should be about to return home from a mission any minute now.

you had baked apple pie and made dinner, anticipating for your husband to arrive.

you only overheard heavy footsteps in the living room, immediately run to see him.

'my love, you back home.' you were about to kiss him, when he turned his head, pronouncing:

'don't touch me.'

his obnoxious nature. over the years of living with him you have taught him to be more gentle with you.

'use better words, toji.'

'i will talk to you as i want, woman. the fact you are my wife doesn't mean i'll be docile.'

'don't talk to me like that, i'm yo-'

'shut up, you're just a wife who comes when i need her. don't exalt yourself. don't be clingy.'

notwithstanding your strong character, tears start to roll down on cheeks.

'i have no intention of being your servant, toji. find another 'wife', i'm leaving.'

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

as you know, gojou satoru is a playful guy, who wants to tease you like 24/7.

you never thought that gojou would scream at you due to you being clingy. it happened, tho.

you are basically just like him, naughty and agile, waiting for him after work so you could take gojou in your arms and kiss him.

when you heard as the door opened, you ran to hug him. however, when you were anticipating to him to do the same, he uttered: 'let go of me.'

you thought he wanted to hug you first, so you've wrapped your arms around your neck tighter.

'did i not make myself clear? get off me. you being so clingy and intrusive.'

'i missed you, 'toru.'

'we see each other every single day, let me spend a few days alone, don't act like a child, stop being sticky'

when you heard the last word, you get off your boyfriend, watching as he slowly walking into the living room, not look at you.

'a few days alone? fine, gojo, whatever. all you want, i'm leaving.'

you grabbed your phone, leaving the house.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

you had mentioned that you might be clingy or sticky, demanding a lot of attention, when you on the period.

he agreed, laughed at your words. 'i always be with you anywhen, angel.'

as silly as it may sound, you wrapped your arms on a pillow, which was smelling like him, imagining it was kento.

you heard as a door opened, cheerfully coming down to greet your boyfriend.

'welcome home, darling, i was waiting for you to have some.. cuddles!' you straighten arms on him, expecting kento hugs you.

'it seems as you need me only for that, y/n.'

'no, darling, of course not. how was your day? tell me while we're gonna have a bath.'

'that's what i'm talking about. can it be only one day when you stop being sticky like that? i'm tired from work i want to be alone.'

you were speechless. you mumbled something illegible, step backward.

'y-yeah, s-sure..'

you walk in the bathroom, hiding your tears from him. as soon as you found yourself in the room, you sob.

'he just tired. i-i won't cry.'

you let your boyfriend spend an evening on his own, trying not to cry.

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:

disclaimer: the king was really mad today, exactly today when you wanted to cuddle him.

you came to his domain, happy and shine like the sun - you've moved up in the ranks, isn't that a success?

you baked muffins, the kind that the king likes - with chocolate, and garnished with nuts on top. [it's only my opinion]

so, when you stood in front of a pile of skulls, sukuna unexpectedly said: 'you should leave. now.'

'huh?' you turned your head on the left, in a curious gesture, waiting for him to explain.

you did a step forward, thought you misunderstood him.

he didn't even look at you, sitting on the throne like you ain't here like you're sort of a slave, not a girlfriend.

'i've got so good news, sukuna. the first i had baked muff-'

before you could've finished the sentence, he used cursed energy to stop you, knocking the treats out of your hands.

'i fucking said you to leave my domain, woman. are you that stupid? and stop being clingy, it's irritating me.'

you knew his nature, you knew he might indicate something offensive, but, that one - above hurtful.

'what's wrong, the king?' you said his position mockingly, going down the skulls, looking at his back. 'go to hell, i'll tell it itadori. be here alone, sukuna.'

well, shall i do a part two with apologies? also sorry for kinda sad post.

[?] - pls corrent me if i used the wrong word.

↳ back to the main master list.

[stressisakiller]

Enter Sandman

Tony Stark x OFC Soulmate AU

(Metallica Really? Part 1)

Summary: Tony Stark doesn’t believe in soulmates. Yes, he could admit that everyone gained a tattoo on their 18th birthday that supposedly led them to the perfect person for them but he refused to accept it. This mainly stemmed from the fact that when he turned 18 nothing showed up. Was he so unlikeable that not even the universe could find someone who would deal with him? So he did what any heartbroken person would do, he threw himself into his work and into the girls that he surrounded himself with.

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Beginning of Tony's installment of the Hello Sunflower universe. This is going to be a slloooowww burn, at least that's the plan and what the characters called for. Oh and some of the soulmarks don't make an appearance for a while... Hope yall like it! Can be read as Tony x Reader but the main character is given a name but no real description.

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You have been working for Tony Stark for the last 10 years as his PA along with Pepper Potts. Pepper focused on all of his work-related issues while you dealt with his personal day-to-day life, including most of the charity events he attends. You love working with Pepper. She has become like a sister to you which is a blessing considering all of the time you spend together. Tony on the other hand does an amazing job of getting on your nerves and being totally endearing at the same time which also gets on your nerves.

Waking up to a text from Tony after a late night of attending one of his award ceremonies that he didn’t even have the decency to attend was not how you wanted to start your day. Especially when the text is at 5 am and is asking you to take care of the woman that is currently warming his bed. Sighing you pull yourself away from the comfort of your bed and get dressed for the day. Grabbing some coffee you make your way to Tony’s house. Apparently, he and his friend didn’t even make it to the bedroom before getting undressed so luckily for you the maids had already sent the reporter's clothes to the dry cleaners. Walking into the dry cleaners you greet the woman working with a smile and ask her how her family is, she talks your ears off about her new grandbaby and you happily listen. Without asking she hands you Tony and the reporter’s clothes and you give her a gracious smile and a large tip, Tony wouldn’t mind.

Tony’s house in your opinion is too large and too clean. There isn’t enough personality to it and it feels sterile. His workshop on the other hand you love, it's dirty and loud and actually feels lived in unlike the rest of the house. As you step through the foyer into the living room you hear Jarvis telling the reporter that something is off-limits. Of course, she would try snooping around, what type of journalist would she be if she didn’t take every opportunity to get the inside scoop. Squaring your shoulders for the imminent confrontation you take a deep breath and paste a smile on your face.

“Good morning don’t worry about the voice, that’s Jarvis he runs the house, I have your dress here from the dry cleaners and there is a car outside that will take you wherever you need to go.” You speak calmly to her while holding her clothes and taking a sip of your coffee, you are already over the day and don't care how rude it may seem.

“Oh yes, of course, you must be the famous Liza Martin, or are you Ms. Potts?” she asks a small smirk gracing her face. You keep yourself from rolling your eyes at her tone and instead answer the mostly rhetorical question, she knows exactly who you are.

“My name is Elizabeth only Mr. Stark calls me Liza, is there anything else I can do for you before you leave?” Your voice stays level as you speak, you don't allow your annoyance to show.

“All this time and he still has you getting the dry cleaning.” her smug tone is blatant but you just smile at her weighing your next words before thinking fuck it and speaking.

“I do anything Mr. Stark requires including occasionally taking out the trash. Please try not to trip on your way out.” You don’t let your smile fall until you are out of sight heading down the stairs to speak with Tony.

“Jarvis please make sure she leaves, get Happy to walk her out if needs must.”

“Yes, Ms. Martin.”

“You picked a real peach with that one Mr. Stark.” You state as you walk through the door. Pepper would never say anything like that to Tony but you lost most of your filter concerning him a long time ago, and honestly, he found it very refreshing.

“How many times do I have to ask you to call me Tony, Liza?” you huff out a small laugh before answering.

“As many times as I have to tell you to stop calling me Liza, Mr. Stark.” He stares at you for a moment before smiling widely and chuckling.

“You love it, and someone's a little testy this morning. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" The glare sent his way does nothing to deter him.

“5 am Mr. Stark. You woke me up at 5 in the morning to deal with a woman that you decided to take to bed. Did you sleep at all last night? I know for a fact that Rhodey had to pull you out of a casino around 1 am. Speaking of Rhodey, you are supposed to be halfway across the world right now!” you keep your voice surprisingly level but can't hide the heat of your words.

“You have plans today? it seems like you’re trying to get rid of me.”

“As a matter of fact I do, it’s Pepper’s birthday and we have plans to go out.” You can see the mild panic in his eyes before he composes himself, it wouldn’t have been noticeable to most people, except you and maybe Pepper.

“Did I get her something nice?” He asks still ignoring your earlier rant.

“Yes, Mr. Stark it was very nice, very tasteful. Now go get your ass on that plane before Rhodey gets even more pissed off at me.” smiling at the shock on his face at your words you head out calling out to Jarvis as you go. “Jarvis, make sure he stops working and gets to the airport.”

“Yes, Ms. Martin.”

“Thanks, J,” you say heading out to your girls' day with Pepper.

You are woken up the next morning by your phone ringing off the hook, you look to see it's Rhodey. “Rhodey, it’s 3 in the morning, what the hell?” your voice is croaky with sleep and your eyes are struggling to stay open as you wait for his reply.

“Our caravan was attacked, they took Tony.” You sit straight up in bed wide awake,

“What?” your voice cracks, “What do you mean this has to be a mistake” you are starting to hyperventilate, as much as he annoys you, you really do care for Tony. You can vaguely hear Rhodey’s reply on the other side of the line but you aren’t able to comprehend the words that are being said. You aren’t able to fall back asleep and spend the rest of the day in a haze trying to find ways to fill your days without Tony around.

Three months Tony is gone for three months before there is a lead somewhere in the middle of the desert. You spend that time working for Stark industries in any way that you can in order to make ends meet, the bastards refuse to pay you otherwise since Tony isn’t there. You end up living with Sarah; she worked hand-in-hand with Tony before his disappearance and her subsequent firing by Obadiah, which never sat right with you. She is young but you enjoy her company and she helps to get your mind off of your worry for Tony. She is like a little sister to you now and you take care of each other. Rhodey is the one to call you and let you know that they found Tony, that they are heading back to the states, that he is ok. You are at the airport with Pepper and Obediah when he arrives. He jokes around with Pepper and Obie before turning to you.

“There is my favorite girl, have you been doing alright without your favorite person?” he sounds the same as ever but you see past his facade, you can tell he is hurting but you decided to go along with his act.You playfully roll your eyes at him,

“Who says you’re my favorite person? I’m rather fond of my new roommate Sarah, she may have knocked you down a couple of pegs. At least she doesn’t scare me by almost dying and then disappearing for 3 months.” Your voice is playful but he can hear the undertone of worry that you are trying so hard to hide.

“Touche." He gives you a soft smile before looking around at all the people gathered, a look of concern crossing his features. "Where is Sara, I half expected her to be here?”

You clear your throat taking a moment to contemplate your words. “I think she was wary about being around Obadiah since he fired her pretty quickly after you left.” You murmur not wanting the man in question to hear you, something about him makes you nervous.

“Wait what? Rehire her immediately and raise her salary as an apology.” At his words you smile, a real smile this time.

“Yes, Mr. Stark. Right away.” You hear him calling out to Pepper as you start typing away on your Stark pad to get the paperwork for Sarah’s rehiring.

“Pepper, call a conference and Happy take me to get a cheeseburger before we head that way.”

The conference is a disaster but you can’t help but be proud of Tony for making a stand for something he believes in, even if it does majorly affect his whole empire. You don’t tell him as much but you do find little ways to make sure he knows you're on his side. Such as making sure he had his favorite drinks and snacks stocked in his garage, and baking his favorite dessert as a welcome home gift. You also decide not to tell him about how you were treated while he was gone, he has enough on his plate without your problems, although if you asked Tony he would disagree.

You are in the middle of updating Tony’s calendar to coincide with the one that Pepper just sent you when you hear Tony calling for you over the house speaker.

“Liza, how big are your hands?”

“What?” you can’t help the tone of your voice as you answer, what a strange question.

“Your hands, how big are they?” you blanch a little bit at the repeated question, your brow furrowed as you try to decide how to answer.

“I don’t under..”

“Get down here I need you.” You roll your eyes at his demand before closing out the program on your tablet allowing it to take over, you would double-check everything later, before heading down the steps to Tony’s lair.

“What the hell are you doing?” is the first thing out of your mouth when you step into the room. Tony is sitting with his shirt off, medical equipment strewn all around him.

“I need your help switching this out for the new version, Dumee here doesn’t have small enough fingers.” Your head fills with questions most of which you decide to keep to yourself.

“You want me to put my hand into your chest and take out the one thing keeping you alive? Correct?” You raise your eyebrow at him in question, waiting for him to prove you wrong… no such luck.

“You’ll put a new one in” he says defensively. You walk up to him and take a deep breath muttering under your breath, “I need a raise for the shit you make me do." before speaking normally for him to hear, "Why exactly do you need me to do this?”

“There is an exposed wire under this device and it’s contacting the socket wall and causing a bit of a short, so I need you to reach in and take the wire out.” His voice is calm as he speaks and you can’t help but let out a small laugh, holy shit you need a raise.

“I really hate you right now.” You state as you take the arc reactor out and reach into the socket to pull out the wire. “This is the grossest thing you have ever made me do.” You gag a little bit at the feeling of what you can only describe as puss, while you feel around for the wire. “What the everloving fuck makes you think that I am qualified to do this?”

“You’re fine, you are the most capable, qualified, trustworthy person I have ever met, you are going to do great,” he states, the lack of sarcasm or condescension takes you aback, but you turn your focus back to the task at hand.

“Ok I found it, what do I do?”

“Just gently pull it out without touching the side walls.” There is a buzzing and a screech from Tony as you accidentally do exactly that.

“Fuck sorry,” you pause for a second before starting to pull it out again as Tony starts to speak.

“Just, as you're doing that there is a magnet at the end, don’t pull it out” He barely gets the chance to finish talking as you accidentally pull it out, “And you just yanked it out,” you panic and start to lower it back in, his voice stopping you. “Don’t put it back in!” He is taking deep breaths as you place it to the side as he mumbles something about having a heart attack and you yanking the magnet out like a trout before he tells you to plug in the new arc reactor.

“Don’t you ever make me do anything like that again,” you state as soon as the new reactor is in its proper place and you no longer have a dying Tony sitting in front of you.

“Who else would I ask?” You look at him for a long moment after he says that, noting the honesty in his expression, before he claps his hands and breaks the moment.

“Ok, so what do you want me to do with the old one?” you ask while picking it up and turning towards him.

“Get rid of it, incinerate it, I don't care.” He’s back to his usual brisk attitude acting as if the last 30 minutes didn’t happen.

“You mean you don’t want to keep it?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

“I have been called many things Liza, nostalgic is not one of them.”

You just sigh as you turn and leave the room, old arc reactor in hand. He may not be nostalgic but you are, you are also a bit petty, so instead of destroying it, you put it into a display case with the words ‘Proof that Tony Stark has a heart.’ and leave it wrapped up in the garage for him to see.