#I DON’T WANT TO DO ANYTHING IT’S ALL SO BORING OHH MY GOD.

[cg4tg]

put the davekats in another piece of media you like!!!

day 45

[countryclubkook]

I’m Your Step Brother

Pairing: stepbro!Rafe x reader

Warnings: smut, this is a lot darker than anything i’ve ever written so if this isn’t your style do not read, dark dom rafe, rafe is an unhinged dick, dub con, rafe is high, reader is implied to be a bit tipsy but not drunk, face slapping, choking, mentions of drugs and alcohol, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), name calling (bitch, slut, whore, cunt, worthless, pathetic), blackmail, reader is a cam girl, masturbation (f receiving), hair pulling, please let me know if i missed any!

Summary: When your step brother lets you stay with him for college for free after your mom and step father kick you out, you’re extremely grateful. But when he finds out about your little side job, he decides you have to start repaying him in a different way

A/N: I know this isn’t Rafe, but this is how I picture my stepbro!Rafe and he’s hot in this so it works. Rafe is 21, reader is 20

It all happened so fast. One minute Rafe was offering you drinks, a ‘special occasion’ he said. Then the next you were stumbling into bed and his hand was wrapped around your throat. He told you how he graciously allowed you to live with him while you finished college when your mom and Ward kicked you out of Tanneyhill. Let you use his wifi, his running water, eat his food, and that you were repaying him for his generosity by whoring yourself out online for cash. His dilated pupils and the white residue on his nose let you know he was high, and he was even more unhinged when he was.

Your whines of protest for him to let go were shut down, the grip on your throat only tightening the more you struggled.

“Keep struggling and my hand will grip this pretty little throat tighter and tighter until you go blue in the face bitch. I’ve seen you wrap your hand around your throat in your little videos, drop the innocence act. It’s fucking boring” he told you, his voice eerily calm at the threat.

You felt your face heat up at the confession that he’d seen your videos. As in plural, more than one video of you fucking yourself in various ways with various items. He snapped you out of your thoughts with a harsh slap to your cheek, the other one receiving the same treatment before he grabbed your face roughly and forced you to look at him.

“Ohh, I know what it is, your messy cunt is usually on full display when you choke yourself. Go ahead and take your shorts off, give your big brother his own private show” you were told only once to do so and when you didn’t immediately follow orders, he slapped you once again with much more force and pulled them off himself. Once they were discarded somewhere in the room, he let out a low whistle when he noticed you had no panties on.

“Damn. I knew you were a dirty slut, but at least pretend that you have some decency left. Or did you want this? Wanted your big brother to come in here and fuck you, I mean with the skanky outfits you wear around the house all the time I wouldn’t be surprised. You’re so fucked up sis” the tears you had been trying to hold back finally started streaming down your face, the small sniffles catching Rafe’s attention.

“God you’re such a pathetic bitch. Crying from my words even though I’ve seen the same things said to you over and over again on your page and your response is always so positive, so eager to be used. ‘Thank you daddy, I'm such a pathetic and needy whore for you. Use my body however you want’ don’t act like you don’t want it now. Your pussy is leaking all over the bed as we speak” his eyes glued to the wet spot you’d made

You let out a loud sob while trying to close your legs, but they were harshly pushed apart again by Rafe. His fingertips digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, his eyes staring at your pussy.

“Please, just leave” he didn’t. He stayed right where he was, if anything he got closer.

“Nah, see you’re sitting here crying and begging me to leave, but the way you’re fucking soaking the sheets right now and the amount of times your eyes have glanced at my cock makes it hard to believe you don’t want me here. Now take those pretty hands and start rubbing your needy clit for me” a few seconds went by and your hands remained still by your sides.

“Now! God you’re such a dumb cunt. Bet if I pulled out a few singles and threw them at you, you’d be bringing yourself to an orgasm right about now” his hand grabbed yours and brought it against your clit, watching as you slowly started circling it with your fingers.

You let out a small whimper, this was so fucking wrong but god it felt so good. Trying your best to go slow in hopes of making him satisfied enough to leave was a lot easier said than done, his lustful gaze burning holes into you wasn’t helping at all. Neither were his abs being on full display or the very obvious outline of his large cock in his sweatpants. ‘He’s your step brother’ you reminded yourself over and over again, but here you were rubbing your clit in front of him.

“Stick two fingers inside yourself and start pounding that pretty pussy, I know you’re wet enough” his statement brought a new wave of shame over you. You shouldn’t want to be doing this, shouldn’t be enjoying it at all which only caused more tears to fall down your face.

“You know” he took in a deep breath, agitation all over his face “i’m getting really fucking sick of this crying bullshit. I’ll do it myself”

He collected some of the wetness before sliding his middle and ring fingers inside your dripping hole, curling them up and hitting the perfect spot inside you. You threw your head back onto the pillow and tried to hide your loud moans so he didn’t hear, but of course he heard.

“I’m your step brother you twisted slut, why are you so wet right now huh?” he slapped your cheek when he got no response again and raised his voice “Huh? Answer me you fucking whore!”

You tried to stammer out an answer, but no words came out. Just broken whimpers and moans as his fingers picked up their tempo. Suddenly he stopped, pulling his hand away and walking so he was beside your head. He pulled his sweatpants off, his cock springing out, and placed it on your lips.

“Suck” your eyes went wide as you shook your head no.

His jaw clenched before a dark smirk appeared, his fingers sliding back into you and pounding your tight hole harshly. Your mouth opened wide due to the loud moan you let out which caused Rafe to take advantage and slide his cock all the way down your throat. A low groan escaping his lips at the way you gagged around him and clenched around his fingers. Your hips started bucking into his hand, your moans sending vibrations around his cock as you got closer to coming.

“Your step brother is fucking your face! Did you hear me? Your step brother is fucking your face and the only thing your slutty little bitch brain can think about is coming. Fucking pathetic” Rafe spoke as he harshly grabbed your hair and held you against him, his cock all the way in the back of your throat as you gagged and tried gasping for air.

“I know you want it, can fucking feel you squeezing my fingers so damn tight. make a mess on your big brother's fingers. Go on. Do it do it do it. Fucking whore!” your eyes rolled back into your head as your body convulsed, your orgasm completely taking over. You could feel the liquid gushing all over the place and knew you had just made a giant mess, and only because it was Rafe.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth when you finally came down from your high and stroked himself until thick ropes of cum coated your face. It was a filthy sight, you had drool running down your chin, mascara smudged, cum dripping down your face, and your hair was a mess. That’s when Rafe decided to grab your phone and take a photo. You looked up at him confused and slightly alarmed as to why the hell he just did that.

“Oh, don’t worry,” his hand moved to stroke your hair before gripping it harshly and pulling you up so his lips were right by your ear.

“I’m just letting all those sick fucks know that my baby sister isn’t available to whore around anymore, I own you and your pussy now. You are nothing without me bitch” but you knew there was another reason.

Blackmail.

He had you right where he wanted you, he was holding something over you that could ruin your life for good. Get you kicked out of college and become an outcast in OBX. All you had to do in order for none of that to happen was exactly what he said, when he said it, no matter what it was.

That included taking his cock in the back of your throat like the good little two-bit whore you are.

You were tossed back onto the bed and watched Rafe pull his sweats back on before walking to your bedroom door to leave. He turned around to look at you once more and left you with a few parting words.

“You should probably shower, make yourself look presentable again. I’ll let you know when dinners done you worthless slut.” he stepped out before turning around again.

“Oh! Just remember what I said you know, about owning your holes and what not. You really are nothing if you don’t have me, so don’t be a bitch about this or tell anyone yeah?” he winked at you and walked to the kitchen to begin dinner, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Your brain going back and forth between knowing it was wrong, Rafe was literally your step brother, and wondering what the fuck just happened and why you shamefully wanted it to happen again?

[p3achslimes]

FUCK I ACCIDENTALLY SENT THE ASK WITHOUT EVERYTHING ELSE FUCKFUCKFUCK IGNORE THE HI PEACHIE FROM BEFORE

hi peachie… again >3<

here’s some charlie & reader who really likes fnaf because i love YOU

☆ charlie doesn’t hate fnaf, but he’s just not that into it. he’s played it plenty of times for stream, but the games never really clicked with him the way they did for you. he thinks they’re neat, sure, but he doesn’t have the same level of excitement when talking about the lore or characters.

☆ that doesn’t stop him from listening to you ramble about it, though. if anything, he loves seeing how passionate you get. even if he zones out halfway through your incoherent rambling, he still nods along, smiling at how animated you get when talking about it.

☆ “so wait, let me get this straight—he keeps coming back? why does he keep coming back? doesn’t the whole, like, getting springlocked thing suck? why would you do that to yourself?” he asks, confused, while you sigh dramatically, before explaining again.

☆ he will absolutely make fun of the fact that you have fnaf plushies. “baby, be honest. if glamrock freddy showed up at your door, would you let him in?” when you say yes without hesitation, he groans. “god, i knew it. you’re lucky you’re cute.” (side note: i’m gonna sloppy kiss glamrock freddy he’s my fave)

☆ he doesn’t mind watching you play, even if he gets bored after a while. sometimes, he’ll sit behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and letting out little exaggerated gasps whenever something happens. he’ll even fake being scared, just to hear you laugh, teehee. he just likes being around you, honestly.

☆ the lore absolutely confuses him. you could spend hours explaining it and he still wouldn’t get it. “okay, so, who’s michael again? i thought he was william’s son? and now you’re telling me he’s a zombie or something? i—baby, you’re losing me.”

☆ even though he doesn’t care about fnaf as much as you do, he still indulges you. if you get excited over a new game announcement, he’ll hype it up with you. if you want to go see the fnaf movie, he’ll go, even if he spends half of it making dumb little jokes in your ear.

☆ sometimes, when you’re really excited about something fnaf related, he’ll tease you in the softest way. “you’re so cute when you talk about this stuff,” he murmurs, ruffling your hair. “i don’t get a single word you’re saying, but god, i love hearing you talk.”

all in all i’m going to give charlie the best head he’s ever had

JAYYYY OMG I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUU IM GONNA KISS YOU FOR THIS

this part is so real (i love that robot bear so much) i want fnaf plushies so bad i cant believe i don’t have any

let me raise you this ☝🏻

as a girlie who wants to cosplay so bad but doesn’t know how lmaoo i LOVE to think about matching costumes with my faves, so i love the idea that charlie would let you dress him up as glamrock freddy for a party of some sort so that he can match you (personally i’d probably be roxy hehe)

“who am i again?” charlie asks, holding onto your waist as you straddle his lap, concentrating on making smooth swipes with a makeup brush across his face. “charlie. you have literally played help wanted on stream.” “ohh, sorry you just look so pretty i have not been paying attention at all.” you fake as if you’re gonna stab the bristles into his eye (but its really to distract him from fact his stupid line made you blush) “shut the fuck up.”

[ominus-potato]

Just asking how do you feel about smg34?

Prepare for a long rant lol bc oh boy do I have opinions on this.

I like the ship, don’t get me wrong, but they’re just really god damn boring for me. Not quite as boring as Melony x Axol but still very vanilla.

It’s just a typical enemies to lovers trope which is so overdone now. They aren’t even enemies anymore. Just frenemies. Let’s face it, they’re never going to be canon. Their relationship will forever be teased but I will be VERY surprised if the SMG4 team actually follow through with them. The moments are nice but it’s just fan service.

2023 was an amazing year for SMG34 and it showed a real development in their relationship with IGBP and Wotfi 2023. But honestly, outside of a few teases, I really don’t think we’re going to be getting any concrete development for them for a while.

Without development, they really are just textbook enemies to lovers and that trope just doesn’t interest me on its own. Especially when they’re past the enemies phase but not quite lovers. It feels like they’re just eternally stuck in this weird grey area that only exists for the sake of fan service and I just couldnt care less about that kind of stuff.

Especially when SMG34 fans absolutely loose their shit about them standing next to each other when they’re the two characters who have had the most development out of everyone! Like bro. The SMG4 team are just fucking with you lot and you eat it up every time until it becomes the whole focus of the entire show!

Like, a side character could appear that we haven’t seen in a year and I just see countless people complaining that “ohhh SMG3 wasn’t in this episode!” Or “Ohh why didn’t SMG34 interact!” But if they DO interact then everyone just completely brushes aside the side character to just fawn over the thing that has more content than anything else!

Oh and god forbid you say you ship SMG4 or SMG3 with someone else. This is mostly directed at the TikTok SMG4 community but bloody hell it’s so annoying.

“NOO SMG4 LOVES SMG3! NOT MARIO!!”

“*SMG3 comes in to steal SMG4 away from Peach*”

“Hmm but I like SMG34 :(“

LIKE STFU THIS ISNT ABOUT THEM! I posted a video dedicated to rarepairs bc I love rarepairs and want to bring more attention to them and I got way too many comments about SMG34 when they are by far the most popular ship in the fandom.

And don’t get me started on the Snowtrapped jokes.

Fuck. Ing. HELL CAN WE PLEASE GET A NEW JOKE?

“Ha ha they did the boombaya in an igloo”

“Snowtrapped 2.0 when??”

“They need to remake Snowtrapped.”

The obsession some fans have with that episode just bc SMG3 and SMG4 had sex in it is honestly just irritating at this point. There are so many good episodes about their relationship! To show their development! One joke every so often is fine but for some people it’s every other word out of their mouths and I’m just sick of it.

What if Mar4 shippers just started going:

“Haha Wotfi 2014!” Over and over again. Or some of the other episodes where they are insanely homosexual with one another. Bc I’m telling you, way too many people brush over the Mar4 tension in the earlier episodes.

In conclusion, SMG34 is that ship you start to ship when you first join a fandom bc it’s cute, there lots of content for it, and it makes sense. A lot of people hold onto that first ship but for me, I end up finding dynamics that interest me a lot more. Now, I only really interact with SMG34 content if one of my friends has made it bc I just struggle to get excited about it now.

If ever there’s a moment in an episode that’s cute, instead of enjoying it, all I can think about is how a scene of SMG3 and SMG4 standing next to eachother is going to completely destroy any actual conversation about the episode.

I don’t hate the ship. I do like it. But it’s just so basic.

I’ll take a rarepair over SMG34 any day.

[livelovelaughshanks]

An absent Captain

TW : pain, panic attack, sadness, sickness, injuries, fluffy <3333

You are with Shanks in this story. (He has two arms because he's too smart to have lost his arm that way and Oda already said it was his editor who told him to tell that story.)

Several events have meant that he has already postponed his departure several times. At the beginning of the week, you landed on a new island. The crew naturally wanted to enjoy the landscape and the island women at the same time. Your Captain went out with them for a few hours and then was too bored without you who had stayed on the ship to take a nap. Opening the door to your room, he finds you on the floor. Kneeling and half lying on your side, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Y/N !!! Honey, what's going on ? Did you pass out ?”, you shake your head. You bite your lip as he places his hand between your shoulder blades. Without knowing it, he aggravated the pain to the point where it became unbearable. He is worried, kneeling too, stroking your head. “Don’t cry darling. Explain to me..”, you say with great difficulty that your back hurts. He removes his hand immediately and moves it up your arm gently. “Ohh.. sorry.. sorry.. I-I didn’t.. realize..”, he takes a breath. He asks you “What can I do to help you ? You can't stay on the ground already sweetheart.. Let me carry you..” You almost scream in tears that you're going to die if you move one millimeter. He answers you “So, in this position, is it better ?..” You shake your head, he looks at you attentively “Baby, then let me carry you.. If it’s going to hurt, you might as well be comfortable elsewhere.. ” You shake your head, he says to you “B-But.. and Hongo isn’t here.. I can’t.. leave you all alone.. to look for him.. Mhh come on, I’ll take you to the hospital..” You bite your lip, continuing to cry. “Did it come to you like that ? Did you move too fast or carry weight ?” You nod, he scolds you very gently “Y/N.. How many times should I tell you that you shouldn’t wear anything.”

You remain silent, he only hears your heavy breathing and your sniffles in response. He says to you “Okay, take a deep breath and then I’ll move you in one go.” You nod your head, anyway, you have no other solution. He brings you a towel, you bite it to avoid screaming. He places his hands on your waist, his thumbs holding your back, towards the small of your back. You breathe in, he says “Go.. 1, 2, 3.. Go.” He lifts you up, sitting you back up as he holds your forehead and your legs which he immediately folded towards your chest. Wow, the relief that gave you, this man is a God. “Are you feeling better, doll ?”, you nod. He presses his hand lightly on your forehead to rest your neck against his shoulder. You feel kisses peppering your neck, your jaw and your cheek. He then moves his hands down to your bent hips. He releases you as he runs to the infirmary to find some painkillers. Coming back with lots of medicine packs and a glass of water. You choose, while he holds your chin so as not to change position. You drink, he sits down on the ground, behind you. He waits almost an hour kissing your neck for the pill to finally work. He whispers to you “And now ? Has it diminished, treasure ?” You nod, he kisses you again. You add “At.. 50..%”, he sighs “It’s not there yet but I haven’t said my last word princess.” He gets up and runs again to get a belt, a heated bag and comes back. He sits down behind you again, lifts your t-shirt and places the pocket directly in the correct place. You breathe in relief, thanking him in every way you can.

“Ahaha.. You’re welcome, my lover..”, he pulls down your t-shirt. He tells you to take a deep breath as he buckles your belt, holding the pocket. He kisses you on the cheek and stays seated behind you. Oddly, you feel closer to him than usual. He tells you about the day to distract you and then after almost two hours, it gets better. He gets you up, holds your hands and lays you down very gently on his bed. Legs at the same time as the rest of the body to stay lying down. He covers you and sits next to your waist, as he wipes away your last tears. He caresses your cheek and says “There must be something wrong with my eyes..” Concerned, you answer him “Ah..?.. D-Don’t you see ?..” He smiles “YES. My eyes, I just can't tear them away from you. Don’t you have a solution, beauty ?” Before you can respond, he adds “I’m kidding my love, I don’t want a solution. I like to admire you. You're so pretty. Wooow you dazzle me, goddess.” You smile slightly at him, he chooses to talk about the chapter of his departure. “It’s just two days, really, maybe even a day and a half.” You nod, he continues “When I come back, we’ll catch up on everything, I promise.” You smile at him, he kisses you then caresses your cheek.

You hear the crew returning, he didn’t realize but the evening had started. You don't want to eat, so he lets you sleep and goes out after making sure you're really sleeping. He goes to eat, tells his doctor who tells him he did well.

He will sleep in your room so as not to move you and hurt you. He wakes up before you the next day, gets dressed and gets ready to leave. He can't wait much longer. Benn also got ready and is eating breakfast. Shanks still wants to wait until you wake up to say goodbye to you. He remained seated with his crew to whom he gave instructions. “Watch over her anyway… She is in no condition to defend herself today.” He gets up and Benn tells him that it's almost time. He opens your bedroom door to find you standing, pacing around in circles, shaking your hands. You seem so tormented. You didn't even realize he was there. You practically talk to yourself, trying to calm down. He walks cautiously towards you. You are pulled out of your anxiety attack by his deep but reassuring voice. “Hello love, is this your back again ?”, you shake your head. Tears roll down your cheeks, he hugs you gently. He kisses your neck and feels guilty for having to leave you in this state. He pulls back and sits on the bed. He gestures to you, holding out his hands to you, “Sweetheart, sit there.” You wipe your tears and sit with your back to him, against his chest, holding yourself on his lap. He touches your stomach and the other arm placed in front of your collarbone. “There you go beauty, breathe through your belly.” He leans your neck against his shoulder “Lie down, rest darling.” You get there, he asks you “Allow me ? Breathe until your chest touches the palm of my hand.” You succeed, he puts his hand near your breasts, you love that he asks your permission to touch you, even though you are together. Several minutes have passed. Your breathing stabilized, he smiled at you and said “I love you, you know that ?” You nod your head “M-Me… too..” He kisses your cheek, smiling, he whispers to you “You know when I first met you, I didn’t know yet how much, you would become too important to me. I'm strongly and sooo attached to you."

You smile slightly as he continues his kisses down your neck. He hears his right arm calling him, he sighs. He tells you “It’s time baby but.. if you don’t want to, I’ll stay.” You shake your head, choosing the option of maturity and responsible adult. The truth is, he was always the only one to calm you down, even before when he was just your Captain. He kisses you lots of times then you get up to let him get up too. He hugs you, rather possessively. He bites your neck, leaving marks on you that he admires. “That way, you will always have me with you. I love you." You nod your head then he pulls back and kisses you, passionately. He feels the urge to make love to you like hell. But he holds back, telling himself that he will make up for it when he gets home. He says goodbye to you, coming back several times after he’s already opened the door to kiss you. He holds your face “Annnw, this is such a horrible chore, that I have to leave.. princess..” You smile and tell him that you will wait patiently for him and that you love him too.

He leaves, winking at you and closing the door. You sit on the bed again. You try to repeat his words in your head over and over to calm yourself down. You shower, get dressed, clean the room and try to eat. You ate a few bites of the breakfast cake and vomited it all up. You will quickly throw away the bag that fortunately you had time to open and close. You wash the dishes and go sit on the deck, looking out to sea. The crew notices you but they don't want to suffocate you so they go about their business but Hongo and Lucky remain sitting on the deck. You stand watching the waves for almost three hours and then Lime brings you your plate of lunch.

You thank him, making another attempt to swallow something. You eat and it’s very good so it goes away on its own then you drink the glass of water in one go. You get up and go do everyone's dishes, despite the objections of the crew who advise you to go take a nap.

Unfortunately, you're going to spend these two days polishing the ship, cleaning everything, making food and provisions. Your panic attacks are too strong and you realize how addicted you are to your man. You literally can't live without him. You find yourself trying to stop thinking about him. Mission impossible, which creates new panic attacks. Longer, more intense and uncontrollable. The crew realizes this but their attempts to help you are in vain. There were just a few hours left before your darling returned, and you slipped on the wet floor. With the oven door down, you seriously injure your knee. You bite your tongue to keep from screaming but Lucky comes in at that moment. Terrified at the amount of blood you're losing, he thinks it's really bad. He doesn't even think about the fact that their Captain will be angry, but just the danger that you will lose the use of your leg. He shouts for Hongo to come as he picks you up, making you sit down. He wets paper and wipes then contains the blood with another towel. You're so calm, it worries him a little more. “Y/N ? How are you ?? It is very painful ? Or are you holding on ?” You are pulled from your thoughts by the voice of your doctor. You nod, he helps you walk to the infirmary and sits you down on the bed. He cleans, disinfects and even sutures the wound after putting you under local anesthesia, at your request.

He then bandages your leg, from your thigh to halfway up your calf. "How are you ? Not too tight ?”, you shake your head. He makes you drink painkillers and makes you sleep on the bed. He pulls up a chair and sits down to watch you, planning to pull an all-nighter. You stay for about an hour staring at the ceiling and then you insist on going back to your room, feeling a cold sweat under your t-shirt. Hongo tries as hard as he can to convince you, it doesn't work so you let him carry you to your bed. He lays you down, measures your temperature, realizes that the fever is starting. He stops you from covering yourself and places a cold towel on your forehead. He quickly explains to you, you close your eyes to sleep. He still has to take your blood pressure and temperature, almost every 20 minutes.

Shanks and Benn return three hours later. Welcomed by the crew, your Captain frowns. Strange, he doesn't think so, he thought you would be the first to run towards him. He says “Where is she ?” Lucky explains to him “She’s sick.” Shanks feels his heart tighten in his chest “Huh ?! B-But.. I told her to stay calm and not move." Lucky continues “Her ankle bent for no reason, she scraped her knee and thigh on the oven, so hard she can no longer walk. Hongo said at least several weeks and she started having a fever.. So she sleeps in his bed because she didn't want to sweat in yours, in her words." Shanks sighs “And Hongo is with her, watching her ?” Lucky nods, he sighs then also asks “And besides that ?” Lucky shakes his head “Honestly, Cap. She was bad. She had like thirty seizures a day, sometimes spaced just a few minutes apart and it was impossible to calm her down. She remained curled up in her room.” Shanks knocks on your door, you sleep, a cold towel on your forehead.

Your hands are loose, you are perfused and your right leg is completely bandaged. Hongo explains the same thing to him and wishes his Captain a safe return. He goes to eat, leaving your man sitting on your bed. He looks at you and his eyes start to fill with tears. He should never have left, he should have stayed. No good reason was enough to leave you. He doesn’t even try to wipe his tears and grabs your burning hand in his. He ends up wiping his tears, kissing you several times, hissing with the heat shock between the two of you. He goes to get another towel and wipes your face and your arms, your stomach. He looks at your leg, puts his hands in his hair, scratching his head hard, trying to suppress his guilt. He eats what Lucky brings him and Benn comes to see you to get some news too. Shanks goes to shower then places a mattress on the floor. He falls asleep and keeps this routine until you wake up several days later. You narrow your eyes, he was already sitting there looking at you. He opens his eyes wide “Hello beauty. You left me all alone and unhappy without you.. I missed you. How are you ?" You are happy, your darling is home. You shake your head. He sighs, placing his hand on the cold towel on your forehead. “I imagine doll.. Do you want to eat ?”, you shake your head too. He has to carry you, clean you etc, putting your arm with an IV behind his shoulder to help you walk and pee. For the shower, he did it for you in your bed. He helps you eat, you don't speak much, you ask him while he looks at you, still worried about you. “I-I.. c-can.. go out ? Or.. to-go.. i-into.. y-your.. r-room?..” He smiles “Why did you leave my room huh in the first place ?? Without my permission sweetheart ?? Grrr !!” He smiles and tells you that to go out, you'll have to wait. You pout slightly, he laughs “Come on my empress, a little more patience.” You also ask him if he is angry, he answers “No princess, I will never ever be angry with you, I love you too much.” Hongo knocks and changes your bandage, it's the first time your Captain sees the injury. To make you laugh, he says, “That’s a pretty big pirate wound, tell me… Is it painful ?” You nod, Hongo leaves you after letting Shanks give you the next painkiller.

He sulks, like a child and tells you between two kisses “My bed is so lonely without you.. And sad.. And cold.. Me the same. I've become grumpy because I miss you so much, darling..” You smile and apologize, he sulks again “Yeah.. I forgive you because I shouldn't have left either. So we reset the counters.” You nod your head, he advises you to sleep. You listen to him, taking a nap. Your fever continues for two more days then ends, you can walk with a crutch that Hongo bought you. You go to the toilet, wash and dress then you join your Captain, you hear him talking on the bridge. He looks at you, smiling and stops. “Oh the best thing that ever happened to me was waking up !!!!”, Benn teases “A bit of a long nickname, don’t you think ?” He gets up to help you walk over to them as he scolds you about not getting up alone until you're healed. You ask him “Do you want to keep me in bed doing nothing ?” He smiled “Don’t tempt me, goddess. You won’t do anything but I’ll do a lot of things to you in bed.” His right arm throws the newspaper in his face. Shanks sulks as his right-hand man tells him his nicknames are too long. He replies “Help me find one that matches her then.” He sighs “His first name would be enough you know.”, “Baby, don’t you want me to give you nicknames anymore ?”, you shrug your shoulders “As you wish Captain..”, he smiles, asking you for a hug which of course, you grant him. The right arm adds “Uh Cap. If you're in love, it's supposed to be your muse. Nicknames should come naturally to you.” Shanks sulks again, you smile and kiss him several times. He thinks and gives you a list of nicknames. “Honey, my sweetheart, my angel, my goddess, the love of my life, my light, my star, my inspiration, my empress, my doll, my beauty, the woman of my life, my princess, my queen, my love, my ray of sunshine, my flower, my other half, my pirate, my sidekick, darling, my rose, my model, my moon, my pota-” His right arm interrupts, making you laugh “The last one was too much Cap.” Shanks kisses you again, happy to see you smile, replying “Nothing is too much for her, Beck.” You heal in several weeks and he takes great care of you.

Enjoy - Do not copy or repost anywhere. Republish of course if you like it. I made edits on Tiktok too if you want to check 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[snowdust64]

Ouma Great War Chronicles - Episode 9: Do You Know of the Star of Kiou?

Narrator:  While on one end, Kaida worried about the development of the Soul-Resting Flute, Genzuki was confronted with harsh criticism from Nikaido.

Nikaido:  Hah, you’re still doing those sorts of things. How about you start by looking up to meaning of the word “efficiency” in a dictionary?

Genzuki:  … Nikaido-kun…

Nikaido:  In the time you’ve worked on this task, ten other cases have been resolved. Apparently you don’t know what time management is. Whether it’s praying or making offerings, you waste time with roundabout ways of doing them, and if the gods are in a bad mood you let the chance for conversing with them slip by. That instance with the “God of Blacksmithing” too, in the end, you went back again alone to persuade him, didn’t you?

Genzuki:  That was… If I’d left things the way they were and not persuaded him, the location where the Treaasure Chest of Lunacy would be placed would have remained unknown. I only did what I needed to do.

Nikaido:  Hoh, I applaud your conscientious work. I’d heard that there was no end to the number of cases in the imperial capital, but with officers as stupid as this all gathered together, no such thing as a speedy resolution could ever occur.

Genzuki:  Wha–

Nikaido:  On that day, we should have carried on with what we had and carried out our conversation with the gods, even if we had to force our way a bit. If we had done so, then the location of the Treasure Chest of Lunacy or whatever could have been identified sooner. No, if it were me, no doubt it would have been achieved.

Genzuki:  Where do you get the basis for that – ?

Nikaido:  Well, you do as you please by yourself. I’m busy, you see. No more keeping you company.

Genzuki:  Ah, Nikaido-kun!

sfx:  footsteps fading

Genzuki:  (He just said what he wanted to say and left. What should I do to make him understand? Mmn, is it impossible to reach any mutual understanding in the first place?) (I wonder what Haru-kun and Kei-kun would do in this kind of situation. But, right now, both of them are busy, and it’s no time to be consulting them for advice…) I guess moping around here won’t help anything, huh… For today, it’s about time I headed over to that place anyway. I should hurry.

scene change:  Shrine Where Gods Dwell

Genzuki:  This is Genzuki, I’ve come to offer my greetings.

God of Music:  Ohh, you’re come. I’ve been waiting for you, Genzuki!

Genzuki:  I apologize for being late, o God of Music.

Narrator:  The “God of Music” is a god who has taken a particular liking to Genzuki. Compared to those gods with difficult temperaments, he is friendly to humans and easy to speak with, an existence greatly appreciated by any officer. The first time they met, the “God of Music” was so deeply impressed by Genzuki’s attentive thoughtfulness that, from then on, he would take care of anything Genzuki asked of him. In their regular exchanges of information, for issues of human concern that were brought forth, special talismans were bestowed in return, and they became good collaborators.

Genzuki:  The truth is, before I came here, there were some things going on at the bureau. Because of that…

God of Music:  Hahaha, how unusual, you have a gloomy face today. I rarely get to see you wearing such and expression. Please do share the details.

Genzuki:  Y-yes.. A new person joined the same department as me, but, how do I put it, we can’t seem to see eye-to-eye. I know he’s very accomplished, but… He’s been telling me my way of doing things is inefficient, I’m putting off my missions, and so on. That’s why I’m a little uneasy now…

God of Music:  I see. Haha, so an interesting guy has joined in, isn’t that the greatest!

Genzuki:  Interesting, you say – !

God of Music:  Most interesting of all is that you’re out of character, and letting your emotions show. With you, everything is always going fine and dandy and utterly boring. This, though, is just right, wouldn’t you agree?

Genzuki:  Saying whatever you like…

God of Music:  Haha! I am a god after all. Now then. I am quite interested in talking about this colleague of yours, and there are still many things I’d like to hear about… but, today, I bring you one noteworthy matter.

Genzuki:  A noteworthy matter?

God of Music:  Yes. Do you know of the Star of Kiou?

Genzuki:  No… I’ve never heard the name. What is it?

God of Music:  A certain religious organization. The organization does seem to worship some kind of god, however… Different from gods like us, they appear to be “gods of another race.”

Genzuki:  Do you mean they’re Gods that don’t exist in reciprocity with humans?

God of Music:  That part isn’t clear yet, but… it’s possible. It holds regular meetings as well. For now, all we can say is that it’s a religious organization rumored to be doing evil deeds, nothing further. Around the time of the Cases of Demon Madness, I heart it talked about quite often, and I couldn’t help but take note.

Genzuki:  …!

God of Music:  Since its identity ad objectives are both unknown, it’s not wrong to consider it suspicious. Staying vigilant might serve you well.

Genzuki:  I understand. I will look into the Star of Kiou.

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Translation notes

4/27/24 - I edited this to change "Star of Shining Sakura" to "Star of Kiou" after reconsidering the context. "Kiou," as a name, means brilliantly shining cherry blossoms.

The kanji character for 'cherry blossom' is usually read as 'sakura,' but in this context, as well as in the name of the empire, it is read as 'ou'

[anothershadeofpurple]

Yay for a happy ending but wow Mariana really didn’t deserve Ana what was that? Why do that? Ana pining all the time while Mariana barely had any scene telling us that yes, she was in love with Ana at last half as much as Ana was. After all of that Mariana didn’t even had to make any effort to get Ana?

I spent way too long wanting Ana to get over Marina and realize that she is truly bi (not that bs that she is not gay she just loves Mariana 🙄) and finding someone else who can love her the way she deserves. Really Ana and other women not Mariana was some of my favorite parts lol I really wished Ana had a one night stand, she would still be miserable because she was so in love but at least she could have some great sex, and not just pine while Marina had Ferran

I guess the writers in the end are just not that good, s2 was also pretty underwhelming and s3 was I guess better but not as good as s1. And yes I blame the writers I don’t think that Netflix made any changes there. Just one scene with Mariana and Ana talking about their feelings all that went through, Mariana really talking about how heartbroken she was when Ana pushed her away in s1, about that night together scared her so much she couldn’t think, anything about how much she loves Ana would help so much instead it ended making me feel that Ana was so much more in love that made me kinda sad for her.

Ohh btw sorry for the long rant, the show left me all over the place 😆

Oh my God, I hear you Anon, I'm all over the place too. I should be adulting for Christmas, but instead, I want to do meta deep dives on Tumblr. And I am.

Season two did get boring as well because of the dudes, much like this season, but I do feel it all comes down to trying to keep some imagined general audience happy while carving out space to even be able to tell a gay story, not a lack of capacity. (I like giving creators the benefit of the doubt, especially since we did actually get a textual slow-burn love story between two women. Writers may choose to do it themselves to avoid the network mingling in the first place. I don't know.)

Yes, Ana as truly bi or gay would have been less of a cop-out, I'd like to just think she needs more time to come to terms with her sexuality and this is just an in-between state. After all, it's in character for Ana to be methodical about her sexuality and try to control it. "I'm gonna go out, pick a woman, see if I'm into it and then I will know for sure where I fit in." She might as well have started the episode with a PowerPoint presentation in which she explained this plan to Elena. Ana wants control, she wants shortcuts, which doesn't work in cases like this. We had one of her phony bridge club friends say that "She knew she was a lesbian since high school" when Ana introduced Mariana as the other mother of her daughters. Ludwika just shows us there's so much going on with Ana behind her eyes, I feel like she has a very rich backstory for Ana that she is tapping into. Would love to hear her talk about that. And yes, the chemistry with that woman was actually... good? Even with Elena. She's got Momistry with Mariana, but with these other women... it was easy to imagine more interesting exchanges.

I think the setup for Mariana actually loving Ana instead of Ferran is there, but they did a terrible job with the pacing and gave us so much Ferran that it became difficult to believe. There's the conversation with Elena where the acting makes it very clear she doesn't actually love Ferran, but is playing it safe with him... but even so, it was her turn to talk about her feelings to Ana. And it could have been a few sentences, a short scene, it really didn't need much.

I feel if this last episode would have had another passionate kiss, a few words from Mariana and some tears I would be ridiculously happy right now instead of rationalizing that I should be happy and grateful for getting that next step. It's still progress, hopefully it opens doors for the next slowburn. Eventually someone's gonna get it right.

I better finish my lesbian Hallmark script...

[mschispopluver]

7 minutes in heaven • rafe cameron

•you do not have my permission to repost my fics.

summary: you are at topper’s house playing 7 minutes in heaven

warnings: smut, sexual tension, fingering, unprotected sex.

I’m sorry if there’s misspelling😭

Rafe Cameron could be the biggest son of a bitch on Outer Banks, but you had to accept that he was hotter than hell.

I wanted him more than anything in the world, and I knew he wanted me too, but we were supposed to hate each other to death. But that day, he was going to fuck me. and the best way was to annoy him.

“I have an idea” everyone looked at me. "Let's play 7 minutes in heaven" I enthusiastically proposed.

in the room was jj, kiara, pope, john b, sarah, topper and rafe.

“What? Are we boring and hormonal children? Kiara complained.

"I think it's a good idea" Rafe said looking at me. everyone else agreed including kiara.

we put papers with our names and raffled them. I grabbed a piece of paper from the 8 appeals that were in the box and opened it.

"Rafe Cameron" I read what it said on the paper.

I didn't know whether to be happy or scared. it was my chance to be fucked, but to be 7 minutes in a closet locked up with the damn rafe cameron???

shit

“Come on y/n, or you gonna tell me that you’re scared of me?” rafe dare me. “Keep dreaming, cameron”

“Please don’t do so much noise” jj said laughing and I rolled my eyes. The fucking closet was so narrow. We were chest to chest. My titis rubbed against Rafe's chest.

“Oh shit-“ rafe cursed. “what’s wrong?-ohh fuck”. I feel rafe’s hardness in my crotch.

“Can you turn around, please?” rafe said a lit bit nervous. “y-yeah” I turn around. now my butt was rubbed rafe’s cock and a moan came out of my mouth.

Rafe came close to my ear and whispered “I want to fuck you long time ago and I imagine all the positions in which I could put you and give to you the best fuck of your life”

omfg

I didn’t think too much before answer. “do it” I said. “what?” rafe asked. “do it, give to me the best fuck of my life and put me in all the positions that you imagine.”

“Are you sure about this, cause it’s gonna be difficult to me stop”

“Rafey” I look him with a innocent look and tone. “don’t tease me y/n”

“fuck me” I said. “omg, your such a needy slut, right?”

“please-”rafe took my legs and wrapped them at his waist. Thanks to the bikini I was wearing it was much easier for rafe mayee his fingers to caress me while we were kissing.

“fuck, this feels so good-“ I moan. After a while like that rafe took my bikini off and his pants too.

god.

It was bigger. I don’t even know if that huge thing it was gonna come in my pussy.

“are you sure?” rafe ask me.

“Sure”

rafe put the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy.

At the beginning hurt a lit bit but then I wanted more. “hard rafey” I moan.

Rafe was doing it so hard. For one moment Ithought that I couldn’t handle it. “rafey…I’m g-gonna cum”

“Come on, cum in all my cock”

“Shit rafe” I was so close to cum. “cum for me” my legs are shaking and my moans started to be more loud.

Rafe and I finish at the same time.

“You’re so fucking pretty”

When we put our close on jj open the door. “y/n you’re so loud”

WTF

“shut the fuck up jj” I said rolling my eyes.

[sserpente]

A/N: Ohh, the first of many to come! This Imagine is a typical case of “Loki wraps everyone around his fingers in 0.3 seconds” and RC is a Loki fangirl. Enjoy, everyone! ;-)

Words: 2496 Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 1 OF LOKI, angst, mentions of murder

A/N: Besides, I really wanted to write about Loki seeing Frigga’s death and blaming himself. *sad sigh*

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If you took that match and lit it… how fast would the many stacks of paperwork on your desk burn? You eyed the matchbox curiously. Fast enough for it all to turn to ash, before the fire extinguisher came on and transformed the entire office unit into a swimming pool? Oh, that was even better… all of the paperwork drowning, washed away a little spark.

Hunter B-15 would have you reset for that. But it would be so much fun, no?

“I know what you’re thinking. I’ve thought about it before but it’s not worth it. Trust me—the paperwork would just double.”

You looked up, finding Mobius standing right in front of your desk with a few documents in hand, an honest smile on his lips. You sighed.

“What do you want?”

“Are you settling in well?”

You scoffed. “Hardly… how are any of these people…” You raised your hands, gesturing around the office unit, “…content with their lives here? Have they ever even seen sunlight? I am dying of boredom. I’m starting to think it would have been better to be reset after all.”

“No, don’t say that. You made the right choice.” He said, speaking your name. “Come on. I would like to introduce you to someone.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, sighing once more but complying nonetheless, your mind drifting off as you followed him through the endless hallways, walking past dozens of Minutemen and TVA officers handling the same boring paperwork that you had to do.

Mobius had found you approximately a year ago. You were a Variant—a left-over from a timeline reset, so to speak and it was obnoxiously hard trying to understand why you were and when you were. All you remembered was an explosion, being hurled through what had felt like space and next thing you knew, you had ended up here, wearing an ugly grey jumpsuit. All because you had tried to find a way back home. It mattered little that you had left corpses behind.

You’d never asked what Mobius had seen in you but when he had offered you an alternative to being reset, you had accepted. Anything was better than death—even a life behind the desk. You still remembered what your life had been like before, of course. Meeting friends, going out to party, reading fantasy books, going to the cinema and swimming… you even missed your former job.

The TVA was boring, yes. But at the very least, it gave you access to every living being in the multiverse—and that included the very god you now found standing right in front of you in the cafeteria, lifting his chin in a desperate attempt to radiate arrogance.

Your lips parted. Oh my God.

“Not boring, right?” Mobius whispered.

“Not in the slightest.” You chuckled to yourself, never taking your eyes off of the God of Mischief until finally, a charming smirk spread on his thin lips.

“I am Loki. You may have heard of me.”

You chuckled once more. “It’s hard not to hear of you.”

He frowned at that—a frown which did not falter even once you sat down at one of the round tables and you finally introduced yourself as well.

“Why is she here?” Loki asked.

“She is here because she regularly considers burning this whole place to the ground and because she’s bored.” You answered for Mobius, raising an eyebrow at Loki.

“I am like you. I’m a Variant.” You explained. “Only I didn’t try to take over the world.” You added with a sly smile. Loki glared at you in response. Mobius cleared his throat and spoke your name in a taunting manner. He was the only one still standing.

“We spoke about this. Let’s be nice.”

“I’m always nice.” Crossing your hands before your chest, you leaned back in your chair and eyed the God of Mischief up and down. He was even more handsome up-close, especially with that suit Mobius had given him. You did prefer the Asgardian leather though… and that green cape… the golden horns…

“So you are Midgardian?” Loki probed.

“You mean human? Yes. I am.”

“I’ll go get us some coffee,” Mobius announced, shooting you one last warning look as if you were the more dangerous one out of the two people he left behind, before wandering off towards the coffee machines (the only blessing in this godforsaken place, truly). As soon as he was out of your reach, you turned to Loki.

“Which one are you?” You asked him bluntly, leaning forward on the table to get a proper look at him. You didn’t exactly care you were being rather rude. Loki was by far the most interesting thing that had happened to you in the last three months—well, maybe except for when Casey almost choked on a piece of his eraser last week.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He retorted.

“Right, sorry. What’s the last thing that happened to you? How did you hop off your timeline?”

Loki scoffed and rolled his eyes. “The Avengers appear to have been toying around with time travel. Right after the battle…”

“New York? The battle of New York?” You interrupted. He nodded curtly.

“…well, let us say things did not work out all too well for them.”

“You got away.” You concluded, grinning at him.

“What about you then?” He asked, probably out of hostility more than genuine interest or let alone politeness.

“I don’t remember.” He gave you an incredulous look. “Really, I don’t. But I did… let’s just say I didn’t care how many dead bodies I left behind in my attempts to get back home. One grows desperate when caged for long enough. You would know of all people. I never thought I’d turn into a murderer but here we are.” You scoffed. “It’s ironic though… the same thing is just happening all over again now. I don’t even remember the last time I was outside, breathing in fresh air.”

“Maybe I could change that.” Mobius tossed in, returning to the table with three steaming mugs of coffee. “You used to be a history teacher, no?”

“Why are you asking me? You know that.”

“It was a rhetorical question. We could use your expertise.”

“Oh yeah? Now, all of a sudden? You sentenced me to spend the rest of my life behind a desk and I haven’t seen the end of it in over a year. What changed your mind?”

Mobius smiled. “You don’t trust me.”

“No. Obviously not.”

“Well, then Loki and you have something in common here.” He winked at you, making you roll your eyes. Mobius knew, of course. You had been fangirling over the God of Mischief like a teenager and had kept devouring the footage on his timeline until you knew it by heart. It was comforting, somehow. Knowing that you were not the only one who had made bad decisions out of grief, anger and loss of control.

The fact that you were exceptionally calm right now was a scam. On the inside, you were bursting with energy. Part of you even longed to throw yourself into Loki’s arms and give him a well-deserved hug. It was just that you would never admit that.

“Look. Loki—this Loki—is going to help us.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you. He’s a huge fan.” You said, pointing at him with a smirk.

“Last time I checked so were you.” He shot back, making you smile.

“Yep…”

“Let’s get to work. I have a lot for you two to catch up on.”

 -

Two hours and another coffee later, Mobius finally finished his lecture. Your head was fuming and you had the faint feeling that Loki’s was too, even if he refused to show it.

Mobius had filled you in on all of the details. The Variants they were currently hunting down, the recent timeline breaches resulting from it and how they intended to fix it all. You still weren’t sure how your help was so necessary all of a sudden… but you certainly appreciated the change of scenery.

You flinched when Mobius spoke your name, your eyes burning from all the files he had spread out on the table before you. “Why don’t you accompany Loki to his room? I’ve got some more work to do before I call it a day.”

The God of Mischief snorted while Mobius handed you a set of keys with a unit number on it. “You mean my cell.”

“It’s a room!” Mobius insisted. “It’s a room. It’s getting late, you’ll need your energy for tomorrow.”

“I thought time works differently around here.”

“It does. That doesn’t mean you won’t need sleep. Here,” Mobius handed you the time twister. “Take this too. Just to be sure.”

“Fine. Come on then, Trickster. I’m tired.”

Loki gave you a glare. He stood reluctantly, and you could practically feel him exchange another heated look with Mobius before following you back through the maze of hallways and towards the main elevator. Mobius hadn’t been lying, it wasn’t a cell. In fact, the unit number on the keys was on a rather fancy floor too. Well, he was a king… and a god.

“And so the hunter is alone with his prey,” Loki growled when the elevator doors closed, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his hands clasped behind his back as if he wasn’t at all fazed by his situation.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. Damn, there was the Loki you loved.

“Don’t think you could threaten me. I’m not afraid of you. We’ve all done our fair share of bad things. Else we wouldn’t be here.” You spat half-heartedly, crossing your arms before your chest.

Loki narrowed his eyes at you. “Killing strangers? I killed my own mother.” He snarled.

“This isn’t a contest, you…” You stopped, looking up at him and only realising now what he had just said. “No. No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did. I saw.”

“Who the fuck told you that?”

The God of Mischief took a moment to reply. “Mobius. He showed me what happened in what you call the sacred timeline.”

“Mobius showed you your tape?” You frowned. “He never does that, he… well, did you watch the entire one?”

He squinted. “Why, was I supposed to rub it in?”

“No… that’s… Loki, you sacrificed your life to save the world. After this, Thor freed you and you went to Svartalfheim together to defeat the dark elves. You took revenge. Thor thought you died after Algrim stabbed you in the chest but you survived and then… you took the throne of Asgard. And why wouldn’t you? No one would have wanted to go back to that cell full of solitude and loneliness. Odin was particularly cruel with how much he wanted to isolate you… not even Frigga was allowed to visit. That’s why she used her powers to talk to you.”

You paused, taking in his indignant and shocked expression. “Mobius failed to mention that your other self, your… well, the original… blamed himself for Frigga’s death too. That is simply not true. You didn’t kill her. Malekith did. For Heaven’s sake, Loki, don’t let him manipulate you! That is just what he wants so you will help him!”

“I don’t let anyone manipulate me! I am the God of Mischief, I am not manipulated, I manipulate!”

“Are you quite sure about that?”

“And what of you?” He mocked, his voice hoarse. “You claimed to have spent the past year behind a desk after leaving a trail of corpses behind you!”

“So?”

“Mobius doesn’t trust you either, does he? The same thing is just happening all over again now,” he repeated your own words back to you, approaching you with slow and menacing steps; but you stood your ground, glaring up at him bravely.

“You know I believe that he knows you were about to do something exceptionally stupid, resulting in you getting reset. This—me—you—is but a distraction. A pathetic attempt to keep you in check, to keep you under his control.”

Fuck. You swallowed thickly, biting your lower lip. Was he right? You did wonder why Mobius would pretend to need your help after all these months of endless paperwork… did he suspect anything? That you were on the verge of losing your shit, burn this whole place to the ground?

The elevator doors opened and once more, you walked side by side in silence.

“You know I’m right.” He said when you unlocked the door and stepped inside. You had swiped the key card twice before it finally beeped and the red little light on the automatic lock turned green.

“Probably. I wouldn’t trust Mobius and the rest of the TVA as far as I can throw them. If you think about it… I’m just a prisoner here. But I have a choice—if I’m ever fed up with this, they’ll just reset me.”

“And then what?”

“Then I’m dead. Gone. Forever.” Loki stepped closer to you, towering above you like a giant. It was a fitting description. He was a Frost Giant, after all.

“Now that would be a rather tragic ending to your story, wouldn’t you agree?” He paused. “Thank you.” You frowned at him.

“For what?”

“For this.” Loki smiled, holding up the time twister he must have taken from your pocket in the elevator already. Shit. Panicking, you reached for it, only for him to snatch his hand away faster than you could blink. His blue gaze never left yours when he removed the collar and tossed it to the ground, his fists clenching.

Your eyes widened. Was this it? Was he going to kill you? You knew he didn’t need any of his powers to end someone’s life… Loki was a god. He was strong enough to crush you with his little finger.

Killed by your idol… the object of your desires even. You hadn’t just once masturbated to the thought of him. Oh, what an ironic way to go.

Much to your surprise, however, Loki offered you his hand and tilted his head.

“You are either with me or you are against me. But know that there will be deadly consequences if you are the latter. Betray me—and you die.”

Swallowing thickly, his blue eyes locked with yours, freezing you in place. “Tell me that it was determination and mischief that I saw in your eyes.” You shivered when he spoke your name, your heartbeat speeding up. “Join me.”

Your lips parted. What? He wanted… you to join him? Yes. Yes, yes, yes! Yes, you wanted to join him. Yes, you wanted to leave the TVA behind. Screw Mobius. Screw everything!

You smirked, nodded and took his hand. “Fine. Let’s get the hell out of here.” Lucky for you, you still had those matches in your pockets.

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A/N: If you enjoyed this Imagine, I would appreciate it so much if you considered supporting me on Kofi! ko-fi.com/sserpente If you can’t, that’s alright, I’ll be just as happy with a like, a reblog or even a comment!  ♥

[dulceackles]

heyyyy, could you maybe write a one shot with ethan x reader. Ethan read some mean online comments and completely shuts down, so the rest of maneskin calls the reader to have her help them cheer Ethan up, and at the end it’s just really fluffy with a group hug including the reader?🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Silent movies | Ethan Torchio

Requested: yes

summary: Ethan reads hate comments after a long day of practice and the band decides to take the evening off and have a movie night with y/n. 

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x reader (she/her, third person)

word count: 1.4k

content and warnings: well it’s only little angst in theory, it turns fluff, little cursing.  

The rain had washed the streets the whole day and the wind had pulled threes apart the whole day. It was hard to believe that even an outdoor loving person would have wanted to step outside but gladly Ethan, Victoria, Thomas, and Damiano had had a great time practicing their new songs yet to be released. 

Damiano and Victoria were in the kitchen making Tortillas for the band and Thomas had drifted into his own thoughts after a long day of work. Ethan sat on the couch, scrolling social media through on his phone to kill some time while waiting for their dinner to be ready. He usually didn’t dig in too deep what people were talking about them online but for some reason, one specific comment section stole his attention. Maybe he should have not cared, be the bigger person and not let some internet trolls get underneath his skin but maybe it was overwhelming to see so many people agreeing on just hating him. He didn’t know what he could have ever done differently in a public eye that would have made people dislike him so much. So maybe he didn’t even want to admit to himself how much it actually hurt him.

“Ethan?” Thomas snapped Ethan out of his thoughts, he looked confused. 

“Hmm?” He answered to him noticing he had gotten up. 

“The food, It’s ready.” Thomas said, “I’ve called you like two times now.” He muttered

“Oh sorry.” Ethan got up and started to walk to the kitchen with Thomas. Thomas however had noticed that something was bothering him greatly. He hated seeing his friend sad but didn’t fully know how to bring it up.

Victoria and Damiano were already filing their Tortilla’s as Thomas and Ethan walked to the dining table. 

“You asses couldn’t wait for as, huh?” Thomas pointed at them smiling. 

“Hey, We made these!” Damiano raised his hands in defense.

It didn’t take long for Damiano and Victoria to notice Ethan’s off behavior. It was painfully clear something was bothering him, he didn’t even say much during the whole dinner and that made Victoria worried and even though she tried to carefully ask him about it, he didn’t say much. 

“What’s wrong?” Victoria had asked. 

“Nothing. Just was on Instagram and have you guys seen the way some people talk there?” Ethan answered her, gently playing with the end of his hair. 

“Don’t worry about them, like you said they’re just being rude for the sake of it. It doesn’t matter what they say.” Damiano said. 

“true.” Ethan nodded his head but Victoria could tell Ethan was still feeling low. 

“Let’s have a movie night, we’ve played all day I think it’s enough for today.” Thomas tapped his hands to the table. 

“Yeah I agree” Victoria got up, “Let’s invite y/n too, she’s probably really bored at home too.” She knew y/n was really good at cheering people up.

Y/n heard her phone’s notification sound ring as she was laying in her bed reading a book she found on sale at the nearest thrift store. 

Vic: Wanna come for a movie?

y/n: Sure, what are we watching? 

Vic: Haven’t decided yet. By the way, Ethan’s really upset. He read some comments online. So heads up. 

y/n: ohh okey, I’ll bring snacks.

It didn’t take y/n long to drive to them even if the weather was ruff and she truly was happy it didn’t because she hated to drive in dark and in rain alone. Because wasn’t that just how horror movies started?

After she had parked she quickly trotted to the front door. She knocked on it waiting for someone to open the door and let her inside out of the sharp rain. 

“Snacks or won’t open.” Ethan joked behind the door. 

“Well for god’s sake just open the door it’s pouring here.” y/n laughed at him through the door. She heard the door lock twist open. 

“I brought Popcorn,” Y/n said showing a pack of microwave popcorns in her hand.  

Y/n walked in and took her now slightly muddy shoes off. “Sorry, I tried to jump over puddles.” 

“Hii Y/n!” Victoria screamed from the living room and y/n greeted her back. 

Ethan and y/n walked into the kitchen to make the popcorns into the microwave as Damiano, Thomas, and Victoria were throwing pillows to the floor to make the best movie night living room possible. 

The microwave howled as the popcorns were popping inside. 

“Did your mom told you you’d hurt your eyes if you looked into the micro too long too close?” Y/n asked Ethan as both of them were keeping a very close eye on the popcorns, “Or was that just my mom?” 

“Oh, she did!” Ethan smiled remembering the complete urban legend his mom too had told him once. 

“I always wondered if she believed in it.” Y/n slowly said as she turned to look at him. His hair fell long alongside his back and y/n too had noticed he looked a little tense. She wondered if she should have said anything or if he was better left alone.

“Victoria told me you were a little sad today.” y/n said gently, almost whispering.

Ethan hummed, “I knew they called you here to babysit.” 

“No they didn’t.” She protested, “No one just wants that you’re sad.”

“I just saw some stupid comments, it’s not serious.” He said. The microwave peeped and he took the steaming popcorns out. 

“I mean it is serious if you’re upset by them and understandably everyone would be.”  She looked into his eyes that were staring back at hers. 

“hmm. It’s just... I guess it just makes you wonder if there’s something true about what they say.” He looked down a little bit. They started to walk to the living room. 

“Well I think no, I see not one flaw in you and nothing I would change even if I had a chance.” y/n said as she laid down to the pillow see others had made onto the floor in front of the tv.

Ethan giggled and laid down next to her. “I wouldn’t change anything in you either.” He smiled at her. 

“aww, cute.” y/n laughed and snuggled to give Ethan a little cuddle. He rested his head on the pillows. 

“I just don’t get why people have to be so mean online.” He said as he gently played with y/n’s hair in his thoughts. 

“They just don’t have anything better to do I guess. It really has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them.” y/n said while drawing figures onto his hand with her fingers. 

“Yupp and besides, There’s always gonna be someone who likes you and someone who doesn’t,” Damiano said joining them on the floor and stealing the popcorn bowl. 

Ethan too got up to sit to make room on the pillows for Thomas and Victoria too. 

“That’s one thing I didn’t know though; like how much at the end of the day how much you’ll get shat on once you get noticed in the music industry,”  Victoria said as she and Thomas joined them. 

“True, well I guess sometimes people just need someone to use as a trash bag for their own negative emotions.” Thomas agreed, he reached his hand to crap a couple of popcorns. “I think, you know, we have each other and close ones and those really just are the people you need sometimes and who you know you can lean on. Yeah, You are the people whose opinions I care about, no one else.” 

“Awww.” Damiano, Victoria, Ethan, and y/n said at the same time and y/n could see that Ethan’s eyes had softened. 

Victoria wrapped his other hand around Thomas and the other one around Damiano pulling them into a hug and Thomas wrapped his hand around Ethan who then pulled y/n into the hug. 

“I love you guys,” Ethan said as they all hugged each other and he truly felt like at that moment, it really didn’t matter what they said on the internet. 

Y/n rested her head against Ethan’s chest and he pressed his cheek on top of her head yet before all of their hair got tangled with each other, they stepped back to their own seats. 

“So what are we going to watch?” Damiano asked. 

“We should watch silent movies cus people talk too much.” y/n snapped her fingers to her own pun. 

[kpop-hive]

Sucking Off NCT 127 During a Vlive

(a/n): I didn’t expect this to be this long 🙃

Enjoy Guys!!

Taeyong: You couldn’t help it, he just looked too good. You were so needy you did what you had to do, to get his attention, so while Taeyong was on live you did the unthinkable, you got under the table, and unzipped his pants, his worried face was very prominent along with his bulge you kept rubbing for the past five minutes. “Oh, no there’s nothing wrong, I’m just tired.” He tried to distract his fans from figuring out what was happening. As soon as he does that you take him into your mouth, sucking on his length expertly, he can’t fathom how good he feels, he tries to hide his sounds, so he just bites his lip really hard, but that doesn’t work, especially when you go down his length with your mouth. “Ahh.” Taeyong moans. “I just got a cramp you guys, I’m trying to rest my foot.” He suggests that he watches some videos of NCT, but nothing can distract how your mouth feels to him. You pull him out of your mouth just to suck on his tip, and he’s livid. “Mmmmm.” “This video is r-really interesting guys.” Close to the verge of cumming, he lets out a heavy breath, and he lets himself go as soon as you massage his balls. “Oh God!” Taeyong moans. Shocked he tries to cover it up. “That’s a horrible look on me isn’t it?” You get him through his orgasm to the point where he is heavy breathing. “Well guys, I love you all so much, but I have to go, I have to go eat dinner, but I’ll be back.” He ends the live right there. “I hope when you say “dinner,” you mean me right?” You ask. He smirks, “You’re the only edible thing here so...” You were in for a good time.

Taeil: “Taeil, please Can we do something?” I’m bored. “In a minute babe, I’m about to go live.” “Fine.” You walked off and chilled on the other side of the room, checking your phone while you listen to Taeil go live. Minutes go by, and you wonder when it’s gonna end, he’s been on live for over forty minutes. You were ready to leave, but then you thought of an idea when Taeil said this. “Yeah, it is hot, in Korea right now, but I’m not taking my shirt off.” Taeil responded to the fan. You motioned to Taeil, and his eyes glanced at you for a second, watching you fan yourself with your hand, he thought that it was hot so he turned the fan on real quick, but that’s not what you wanted. To get his attention back, you removed your shirt, and that grabbed Taeil’s attention real quick. “Oh, nothing you guys, I am looking at the tv, one of my favorite movies just came on.” He lies. His attention is set on both the fans’ comments and you right now. You take it up a step by removing your bra, and when you do that, his attention completely shifts to you, watching your bare chest heave little by little and seeing your nipples harden to the open air. “You guys, the bad guy just stole the good guy’s sister.” He lies again. You love how he makes up a fake movie so his fans don’t know what he is really looking at. As soon as he goes back to the comments you get up and walk towards him, his eyes shift right back at what you’re about to do. As he lays in his bed, phone in his hand with the Vlive on, he can’t believe that you’re doing this, pulling down his pants and underwear to watch his bulge stand at attention from the previous events that happened earlier. You lick your palm before rubbing his length, before licking a bold stripe up the side of it. “Oh!” Taeil lets out sounding similar to a breathy moan. “Guys, the bad guy is threatening to kill the sister!” You finally take him into your mouth, and he’s looks like he’s struggling to keep quiet. You take him deeper in your mouth, and Taeil rests his hand on your head, keeping his phone still close to his face, camera only on him. You keep going until he grunts loudly, and his member twitches in your mouth. “Guys, they just defeated the bad guy, yes, yes, yes!” He exclaims as he releases into your mouth. Hand gripping your head tighter, as he rides out his orgasm. A small whimper leaves his mouth, and he quickly ends the live. “Bye guys! See you all soon!” You sit back up on the bed, and he looks at you. “I didn’t know that was what you wanted to do earlier.”

Johnny: “No you guys, no one is in the room with me.” That was a lie, you were in the room with Johnny while he was on live. You kept teasing him with hand gestures signaling that you wanted to suck him off. He looked really good today, and you wanted him to know that he looked good, but sadly, you couldn’t do anything until the live was over, or so you thought. You walked over to him, and got under the table while he was distracted. “Yeah, of course you guys, the next Johnny’s Communication Center will happen n-next m-month.” Johnny stuttered a bit, he didn’t think you were doing it, but you did. You began palming him through his shorts that he was wearing while he was talking. He did a quick glance looking down a bit at you to give you a glare, but you just looked up at him with pleading eyes. He continued his live without too many fans noticing the sudden change in his demeanor. After palming him for a little bit, you pull down his shorts. “Of course he’s not wearing underwear.” You thought. You didn’t want to tease him too long so you began to suck him off without hesitation. “Mmm, mhm. I agree you g-guys.” Johnny tries to play it off. You take his length deeper into your mouth, and he grips your head under the table. He doesn’t want to force you down on his length because he worried you may let out a few sounds, so he just keeps his hand steady. “Mmm, that sounds so nice you guys, I may have to do that mmm.” He lets out. “Oh! Where’s (y/n)? S-she’s taking a nap. She w-was super tired y-you guys. Yeah no she’s n-not s-sick, she f-feels g-good, really g-good, ah!” He stutters and yells when his cock began to twitch in your mouth when used both of your hands to massage his shaft while sucking on the tip. This action through him over the edge releasing in your mouth making him stutter way too much on live, his legs shaking as well under the table. “Y-yeah, I will definitely join live again n-next w-week, s-so until t-then, I’ll s-see all of you g-guys soon, o-o-okay? Bye!” As you removed yourself from the table, and tried to walk away, Johnny pulls you on his lap, “We’re not done here Princess.” Johnny says before instantly making out with you, this will be a long night.

Yuta: “How could he be sitting there acting like, nothing was happening, he just has that sly smile on his face, and is playing it cool.” Those were the thoughts that crossed your mind while you were on your knees giving a blowjob while he was live. Keep in mind this wasn’t just your idea, Yuta wanted to try it out by betting that you couldn’t get a reaction out of him as long as you sucked him off on live, and so far he was winning. He acts so calm about your mouth being half way down his length like it was nothing. He acts like he’s done this before. “Yeah guys, it’s so nice to be back on live again.” Yuta knows that you’re doing well, but he doesn’t want to lose the bet, he promises he’s gonna reward you after whether or not you win at all, because that’s just him. “(y/n)? Yeah her birthday is in a few days isn’t it? I have to get her a gift. No, I don’t know what to get her, do you guys have any ideas?” While he was distracted, you try to suck him off harder, going deeper until you hit the base of his cock, deepthroating him and making a mess before his eyes. His eyes closed just slightly, and you finally felt him twitch in your mouth, you knew he was close, so you used one of your hands to massage his balls, sending him over the edge, and releasing into your mouth, and that’s when you heard this. “Mmm, god yes! She loves things like that, I have to buy her one of those, t-that’s it r-right there!” You made him moan out, you won. Proud of what you did, you sat back up, and walked out so Yuta could finish on live. When he finished you heard the door open as he jumped on the bed, holding your arms above your head. “You won, choose your prize angel.” “You, do anything to me please.” “It’s funny how I lost, but I still somehow receive a prize.” He says before going in to kiss you.

Doyoung: This pure soul doesn’t know what to do. He just assumes that he can control his moans, but your mouth just feels to good to him. His eyes are wide trying to hide the fact that you are behind the camera with your mouth on him. “Y-you guys want me to s-sing? O-okay.” Doyoung says, breath a little shaky. He began to sing a song that was stuck on his mind for while now, and you have to admit that it is pretty funny witnessing Doyoung attempt to sing with a shaky breath just because you had this much of an effect on him. You suck on his length harder, and he stops mid song to pause from the pleasure he was receiving. “Ohh, w-what was the n-next line? I c-can’t remember g-guys.” He tries to continue, but he can’t he is so close to finish it, because he is so close to releasing. Not long after you feel Doyoung twitch, and he’s sent over the edge, while his seed goes down your throat, “Ahh, Yeah, that’s it! I remember the lyric now!” He tries to sing, but it’s no use, he can’t sing while he’s in the middle of an orgasm. So while attempting to sing, he “accidentally” cuts the live. “Ahh, that feels too good, (y/n)” Doyoung finally lets out riding out his orgasm. Once finished, you take him out of your mouth, and stand up finally. He looks at you, wanting to continue where you and him left off, but you say this instead, “I would start live again, we’ll continue this later, you don’t want your fans to know something is up.” He nods, begins a new live, “Yeah Sorry guys, my phone just died, but now we can pick up where we left off.”

Jaehyun: His live was very entertaining, but sadly, it wasn’t entertaining you. Jaehyun made really funny jokes, and he was having fun sharing what he recently bought from shopping last week. The only reason you were pissed was because before the live you were about to get your guts rearranged by Jaehyun, it started out with a heavy make out session, heading towards the bed when his alarm went off signaling him to start the live. So now you’re just sitting there across the room arms crossed ready for the live to end. “How could he look so good?” You thought. You realized that you couldn’t take it anymore. You walked towards him, and crouched down, his eyes focused on you. You unbutton and unzipped his pants and pulled his length out rubbing it up and down to get it hard. He tries to diffuse the situation by hinting at a few words throughout his story. “So yeah, a guy was shoplifting, and when the officer saw him, he yelled STOP! And the guy took off running.” You could tell that stop was directed towards you by his tone, but you continued anyway. You put your mouth to his tip earning a reaction from him, and throwing out random stories to show his emotions. “Uhh, mmm, but y-yeah the guy w-was running, and he chased him, and Johnny and I were w-watching it all, and we were like fuck! It was so good!” You took all of him in your mouth, and that caused Jaehyun to look down at you, mouth agape, and all you could do was look up at how good he looked. “But yeah, I also got a shirt, that says “That Feels Nice!” after the shoplifting incident, i-it w-was o-on s-sale.” He started to twitch in your mouth, and he came, playing off his moans like he was searching for something. “Uhh, mmm, I-I am l-looking for this other s-shirt fuck, mmm.” Once you finished, you retracted your mouth from his length “Ah, I found it.” You went back to your spot watching him continue with the live waiting until he finished. Acting like nothing happened.

Jungwoo: Right before the live, Jungwoo was a little needy. You promised Jungwoo a blowjob, but because of the live it couldn’t be fulfilled. He was upset because he had to wait to satisfy his needs, so instead of canceling the live, or waiting to get his dick sucked, he used his fingers to signal you towards him, confused you walked over curious as to what he wanted you to do, he used his fingers to point down under the table towards his dick, and then you finally understood. Smirking, you got down on your knees, and crawled up to his lap, palming him through his pants, hardening him up, you unbuttoned them, and removed his underwear for his member to spring out. He talks to his fans like nothing’s wrong. “Yeah, I wanna meet all of you guys too.” You take his member into your mouth, but he plays it off really well. “Oh god! Guys it’s supposed to rain today, mmm.” You bobbed your head up and down picking up the pace trying to get more reactions out of him, when it doesn’t work, you tease him by removing your mouth trying to leave, but that does not work when he grabs the back of your head, and pushes you back down on his length causing you to gag a little. “I know I heard something too, it’s probably nothing.” He says distracting the fans from your gagging sounds. You continue to move your mouth against him, and he’s super close, you can see his leg shake while you continue to work your mouth on him. You move your mouth up to the tip and swirl your tongue across it sending him over the edge. “Damn, it’s starting to rain fuck!” Jungwoo says eyes rolling to the back of his head like he’s annoyed when he’s actually just getting good head. You got him through his orgasm as he came in your mouth, and finally finished. You removed yourself from the table, and going back to the room to get your phone, texting him “Your promise has been fufilled baby ❤️”

Mark: He was so confused, he didn’t know what to do let alone be on live while all of this happened. He didn’t know you were this needy to the point of sucking him off on live. He doesn’t even know how to act while his cock is halfway down your throat. “Oh fuck!” You look up at him, and expect an excuse to give to the fans. “Y-yeah g-guys I just caught a really bad cramp, shit.” He looks down at you while you look up at him with pleading eyes. “Ahh,” Mark whimpers. “It’s fine guys it just hurts Ahh, mmm, r-really b-bad.” You pick up the pace, and because of this, fans began to notice a change in his voice, “There’s nothing wrong with my voice guys, mmm, it’s all- it’s all g-good, ah!” Mark began to twitch in your mouth, and you knew he was going to cum, you took him out of your mouth, and just massaged his length with your hand until he came all over it, “Oh god! The cramp is back fuck! Ah, it-it hurts so much much ugh, I hate it, shit!” After he is done releasing over your hand you see how hard he is breathing. Everyone is asking Mark if he is okay. “Yeah guys the cramp is gone now I had to relax the muscle in the foot. Speaking of which, I’m gonna get off of live to try and find something to help with cramps, I’ll see you all soon!” He ends the live. “Way to be subtle baby.” You point out. “My dick was in your mouth, why would I be subtle about that. I hope no one didn’t think too much of it.” He responds. Later that night, you check out your phone. To find “Mark’s live” trending on Twitter, your eyes widen at the sight, and of course none other than a screen recording of the live with the caption “He was really enthusiastic about getting a cramp huh? 👀👀” After you read that, like clockwork Mark yells out your name to talk to you.

Haechan: “Yeah guys, I like a lot of their music.” Haechan tells people on live. You could hear everything he said due to the sudden predicament you were in. You were under the covers of his bed sucking him off while he goes live at the moment, his fans not even realizing it. This was all his idea, he wanted to see how well you could suck him off without it being too obvious. To him, you were doing really well, taking all of him, and making sure he felt every part of your mouth and throat making sure he didn’t make it too obvious, but that went out the door when you took him in your mouth a little deeper down to the base of his member. “U-um yeah, I like that song especially by t-them, they make incredible music, but that song to me is the best.” He continues to answer some of his fans’ questions as he tries to keep quiet from all of the obvious stuff happening, he tries to distract himself by doing whatever to not make a sound, but that didn’t last long, when he finally released in your mouth chasing his high that he yearned for the entire live. “I’m cumming!” Haechan yelled out. When he realized what he said, he comes up with a story. “Oh that was Mark, we’re about to go play basketball soon, so I have to end this live guys, but stay safe.” Once the live ended, you came back up from the covers, and toyed with your boyfriend a little. “Ahh, I’m cumming!” You mock him. “Yah, I’d like to see you do a live while I eat you out one day!” Haechan starts to smirk and thinks to himself that it doesn’t sound like a bad idea actually.

[yellowcabdriver]

love language

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Javier wants to love you the right way.

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Warning: none

A/N: this was written in like 20 minutes before I went to sleep so sorry in advance for mistakes 🥲 Also, a kiss on a head for those who guesses Javier’s love language I tried to force in here 🥰🤣

“What form of love language do you prefer?”

You raised your head from the paperwork you had been filling out for what seems like an eternity.

“What?”

Elena shook some heavy-looking glossy magazine in her hand.

“There’s a test in here. Wanna find out?”

You went back to filing the report and shrugged your shoulders.

“How many love languages are there anyway?”

“Umm…” Elena quickly flipped through a few pages. “Five.”

Usually, you were not the one to indulge in magazines, especially not at work but… it had been a long day at the embassy. Very long. You spent the first part of the day typing out reports for Noonan, then you had to go to the archive and sew together some old documents in a badly lit backroom in the company of, you were sure of it, a ghost of someone who died in that backroom choking on an ungodly amount of dust. Your back was aching, high heels required by the dress code were straight up slaughtering your feet one step at a time. And also, you were bored out of your mind.

“Wow, okay.” You sighed and plopped down on a chair. “Sure, let’s see. I needed a break anyway.”

With a victorious shriek, Elena started reading out questions and marking the answers down on the pages with a pencil that desperately needed to be sharpened.

“Okay, you got…” her lips inaudibly moved as she was counting the results. “You got words of affirmation.”

“Oh, bullshit!” You threw your head back in sardonic laughter and stretched out your legs. “I don’t enjoy being complemented at all, I always get super uncomfortable!”

Elena shrugged her shoulders as she was erasing her pencil notes from the magazine.

“Maybe you do, somewhere deep down.”

“Nope, not a chance,” you snickered. “Your magazine is full of lies.”

“Hey!” Jokingly offended, Elena hugged the magazine to her chest. “It’s my only entertainment in this lifeless pile of paper!”

“What did you get then?” You asked, propping your cheek with your palm making you sound all muffled.

“Acts of service.”

“Well then, I’ll tell David to serve you up real nice.”

An enemy missile in the form of a crumpled piece of paper landed on your table.

“Oh screw you!”

“What’s the hustle?”

Elena and you immediately straightened up at the voice of a visitor who, upon further inspection, turned out to be your boyfriend, Javier.

“It’s just me, not Noonan,” he raised his palms slowly walking to your table as you two relaxed into your previous positions. Javier sat down at the edge of your table next to your chair and leaned down to kiss you on the forehead, this was his way of saying hello.

“Are you ready to go home?” He asked. Boy, were you ever.

“Of course, I am. So tired,” you complained suppressing a yawn. Javier smiled, soothingly stroking your hand.

“Let’s just go home, they don’t even pay us any overtime anyway,” Elena muttered, shooting a resentful stare at the piles of documents in front of her.

“By the way,” Javier turned to look at Elena. “David is downstairs, I think you’re gonna catch up.”

These words were enough for Elena to throw away her magazine, which honour she was just defending by violating a Geneva Convention of friendship, and bolt out of office without further ado. You and Javier looked at each other in amusement and burst into laughter at the same time.

“We should also go.”

“Yep, let’s go home.”

Nominally, “home” was Javier’s apartment, it was closer to the office and was overall much nicer than your place. Driving down the familiar street—the next turn after that yellow house, you were thinking, is home—Javier put his hand on your lap and asked you:

“Why were you arguing with Elena? Did she do something to you?”

“Oh, she did, she Inflicted the pain of knowing the content of a beauty magazine,” you half-heartedly complained, enjoying the warmth of Javier’s large hand on your thigh. Javier grinned at your remark.

“That harsh, huh?”

“We were just bored and decided to take a dumb test from the magazine.”

Javier chuckled as he quickly glanced at you, his yellow aviators catching a glimpse of the setting sun.

“About what?”

“Something about love language.”

“And what about it?”

“Well, found out that my love language is apparently words of affirmation.”

The car slowly stopped in the driveway as you reached Javier’s apartment building.

“Really?” He smiled at you, kissing the back of your hand. You almost melted at the gesture of his casual affection.

“Yes, who would’ve thought, right?”

Javier laughed again, exiting the car and jogging to your side to open the door for you. You jumped down and placed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth as a thank you.

“So it means you need to hear words of affirmation every day? Like your Cleo?” Javier asked, locking the car doors and turning slightly to look at you with a smile. You snorted. “Your Cleo” was a plant sitting comfortably on a windowsill of your office. She was a dying little thing until you saved her from being literally abused in the dark hallway of the embassy. Once you got her into a well-lit room and started watering her properly with actual water and not residue 3-in-1 coffee, Cleo turned into a stunning blooming beauty. You did talk to her, mostly paying her compliments—yes, weird, but you read somewhere that plants responded to positive affirmation. Javier, of course, didn’t believe any of that but for you, and he highlighted that specifically, he would greet Cleo every now and then when he entered your and Elena’s office.

“I am not like Cleo!” You huffed, making Javier smile as he hugged you by your waist and you two started walking towards his apartment. “But I believe everyone flourishes under kind words, don’t you think?”

Javier opened the door to his place and let you enter first.

“That’s a fair point, hermosa.”

The evening went by as it usually did: you two ate a dinner that Javier quickly put together—you maybe were a better cook but a slow one, for sure. Then you went to put Javier’s clothes into a washing machine, a dreadful loud thing that was tumbling around so hard you were afraid it would explode, while Javier washed the dishes. Finally, you two settled on the coach to watch some classic evening telenovelas because nothing relaxes a person more than an intricate plot of a tv show where somehow everyone ends up being everyone’s relative.

You were very engulfed in an episode—main character shot a man who turned out to be her biological father,—when Javier quietly asked:

“Am I saying enough compliments to you?”

“What?” You let out an involuntary laughter but as you turned to look at Javier, he didn’t seem to be joking.

“You said your preferred love language is words of affirmation and I’m… cariño, you know I’m not good with words,” Javier let out a bitter chuckle rubbing his temple—a nervous habit. “Am I showing you enough love?”

Oh.

Oh.

That you didn’t expect.

You turned the volume down and quickly climbed on Javi’s lap. He uncomfortably glanced up at the ceiling with a vulnerability you never saw him exude before. You could see something you would believe was more of your thing—an insecurity of being not enough.

“Javi, please, look at me,” you took his face in your hands and he immediately left a quick kiss on your palm, like a reflex.

God, that man was gonna be the death of you.

“Javi, my love, I never said anything about my preferences, it was just a dumb magazine. And besides, I don’t need to hear compliments, you know I can’t even take them well!” you said causing Javier knowingly to raise his eyebrows in agreement. Your left hand found its way to the back of his head and into his soft curls making Javier groan quietly.

“I love you so much and I love your ways of showing affection. I feel loved, if anything I feel adored.” You let your right index finger trace his aquiline nose and Javier closed his eyes at your tender touch. You began to press soft kisses all over his face.

“You love me so well, Javier Peña. You are so caring, so wonderful, so handsome, and sooooo sexy…” you exhaled as your kisses reached his jaw and you felt him smile. “I love you, Javi. So so much.”

Javier opened his eyes and pulled you in for a proper kiss.

“I love you, too, mi corazon,” his hands gently squeezing your thighs.

As this gesture pressed you closer, you felt the tightness in his jeans. Jokingly widening your eyes you glanced down, between your bodies, as Javier offered you a shy boyish grin.

“Ohh, but I see that someone else’s love language is definitely words of affirmation.”

Javier’s hands slid under your shirt and tightened around your waist as he began to leave open-mouthed kisses on your neck prompting you to let out a shamelessly loud moan.

“Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that,” he softly said, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “I really love to hear your praise, mi amor.”

[yuta-senpai]

Dating App | Changbin

- Pairing: Changbin x Female Reader

- Genre: Smut

- Warnings: PWP, protected sex, and hookup

- Word Count: 1.9k

You sat on the couch eating popcorn as you half-ass watched the movie that was playing.  You were more focused on your phone, well to be exact, who was on your phone.  Single life was great, you didn’t want anything serious, but sometimes you just needed attention.  You swiped left on so many people you had lost track.  None of the men caught your attention, they all looked too rough or like fuck bois.  I guess you have a certain type you like, it probably stems from your love of anime. 

As you were swiping you paused to admire a gorgeous man, his name was Changbin.  He had soft features but still looked manly.  You bit your lip and pressed the “Super Like” button.  To your surprise, you matched with him.  “Holy shit!” You typed up a message, ‘Hey I just wanted to slide into your dms.’ 

Wait... No that’s stupid.  You deleted the message and tried to think of something better but nothing.

This is why you never had dates, you couldn’t think of a way to catch their attention.

Your phone buzzed signifying a new message, it was a message from Changbin.  You squealed and clicked on it. 

‘Hey, beautiful.  Why are you a somebody on a site full of nobody’s?’ You were taken aback by what he said, but it was also kind of sweet.

‘I guess sometimes loneliness pushes you to extremes.’

‘I understand, would you like me to be a somebody or a nobody.’

You giggled and smiled. 

‘Well as of now I’d like you to be a somebody.’

‘How about we talk on Snap, it’s SPEARB’

You laughed at the snap name ‘Why that name?’

‘Add me and I will tell you.’

You added him on Snapchat and he sent a cute picture of himself lying in bed. 

Fixing your hair you applied a filter and sent a picture back.

‘Damn girl you are appealing to the eye.’

‘That’s such a weird way to put it.’

‘Maybe I’m a bit weird.  So what are you doing tonight?’

‘Honestly, probably gonna watch movies and you?’

Usually, you had to talk to somebody for a couple of weeks before you would be willing to meet but you liked this guy.

‘Well, I was hoping to go to the bar with a pretty girl.’

“Ohh well I could clear my movie-watching schedule and we could always go to the bar together?’

‘Sounds like a date to me.  Meet me at Stray bar at 8 pm?’

‘See you there.’

You jumped up excited and looked at the clock realizing you only had a little over two hours to get ready.  You took a quick shower, put on makeup, fixed your hair, and lastly, you needed an outfit.  The bar you were going to was pretty chill but you didn’t want to look boring.  Something that showed your dominant side, so you changed and headed to the bar. 

You arrived at the bar around 5 minutes early and walked up to sit down at the bar.  You opened Snapchat and sent a picture to Changbin ‘I’m here.’

He read it but didn’t answer, you sighed as you figured you had been catfished.  

You ordered a beer and waited for another 15 minutes and he still wasn’t there.  Your beer was already empty, and he was 10 minutes late.  

‘Are you still coming?’

He read it again and no response, you groaned and got up, ready to walk out the bar when an arm wrapped around your waist.

“Sorry beautiful I got stuck in traffic, and then I have to admit I had to build up the courage to come over and talk to you.” The words rolled off of his tongue like honey, and all you could imagine was that tongue on you.  He really did something to you, and you barely knew him.  You bit your lip, “It’s fine, I understand that things happen.” Both of you walked back over to the bar and ordered your drinks, you spent almost 2 hours getting to know each other, and you got a bit tipsy. 

Around 11 pm both of you decided it was time to head home, “Hey Y/N, I don’t think you should drive.  Let me drive you home.” “Nah, I’m fine.  Plus I don’t want to leave my car.” “Please, I insist.  I’ll pick you up in the morning so you can get your car.” You sighed, “Fine I give in.” He drove you back to your place, and when you were getting ready to leave you stopped.

“So I usually don’t do this, but would you like to come in?  It’s late and I don’t want you to have to drive back.”

He smirked, “Of course I’ll come in.” You unlocked your door, and the moment he stepped in he pushed you against the wall his lips attacking yours. 

You flipped him over, pressing his back against the wall. 

“Damn couldn’t even wait just a few moments.”

He slid your jacket off exposing your neck to him, he kissed down your neck and sucked leaving his mark. 

“You look so good, I couldn’t resist.  If you want me to stop tell me.”

Grabbing onto the collar of his shirt you pulled him towards you and licked your lips. 

He growled, “Is that a yes then?” You ran your tongue over his collar bone and sucked leaving your mark too.

“It’s a yes.”

He grabbed your hand and guided it down to hardened dick, “See what you do to me, see how hard you made me?”

You gripped it tightly in your hand. “Is it all for me?” He breathed out lowly. “It’s all yours tonight.” Grabbing his hand you led him into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed roughly. 

You crawled over to him and straddled him, slowly grinding against him.  He took a deep breath and leaned on his elbows admiring the view.  You ran your hands down his chest and then up under his shirt.  “How about we take this off?”

He leaned up and let you slide his shirt over his head.  His lips attaching to yours.  His hands sliding around under your shirt, grabbing your waist.  You ground down against him again.

“My turn.” He flipped you over so he was on top.  You bit your lip as you placed your hand on top of his head, “Take them off with your teeth.”

He kissed down your clothed chest to the hem of your bottoms.  His teeth digging into the waistband of the fabric as he pulled them down a ways.  His hands gripped the waistband as he slid your bottoms off the rest of the way.

He made eye contact with you as he looked up from between your legs.  He pushed your panties aside, and groaned.  “Look at you, so wet for me.”

He gently blew against your core then pressed two fingers against you.  He pushed them inside and curled them up, immediately pressing against your most sensitive spot.  You arched your back and gasped.  He leaned up, hovering over you as he worked his fingers in an out of you.

He smirked at the view, “I love getting to see you squirm under me. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

You used your foot to push him back, he removed his fingers from your core, and then you stood up and turned him around forcing him to sit down on the bed.  Your barely clothed core pressing against his fully clothed dick.

“But what if I want to see you squirm underneath me?” You ran your fingernails along his chest and stomach causing him to fidget underneath you.  “Such an obedient baby boy, look at you.”

Right when you thought you had control he growled, manhandling you and flipping you so your face was in the mattress and your ass was in the air.  He leaned down close to your ear and whispered, “I am not a baby boy.”

You turned your head so you could talk, “You look like a baby boy to me.” He smacked your ass.  You heard his belt buckle as if he was undoing his pants.  “I will prove I’m not.” “You know by how angry you got by that it just further enforces just how much of a baby boy you are.”

“God you are such a brat.” He pulled your panties down to your knees, exposing your wet core to him. 

You tried to lean up but he pushed your upper half into the mattress even more, “Stay there and behave….. Baby girl.” Your eyebrow twitched at the pet name.  You heard him moving around a bit then heard him opening a condom.  As he was rolling on the condom you rolled over onto your back, got off of the bed, and pushed him onto the bed, straddling him. 

He was caught off guard by your sudden movement giving you enough to line him up and slide him into you.  You placed your hands on his chest, slowly moving on him.  

You rolled your head back and moaned as you rotated your hips.  His hands dug into your waist and he groaned.  He moved your hands off of his chest and leaned up, sitting up.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and bounced up and down, his dick stretching you. 

He groaned, “Ahh fuck.”

His hands slid under your shirt, wrapping around your waist.  “Can I take this off?”

You nodded and raised your arms up over your head.  He slid his hands up your sides, slowly taking your shirt off.  Once it was over your head his hands went behind your back to unclip your bra.  Finally freeing your breasts for him. He gripped your breasts in his hands then leaned forward and kissed right above your left nipple.  He swirled his tongue around it, making your back arch.  His lips softly wrapped around it and he sucked, making you tighten.  He pulled away with a pop. 

“So sensitive for me.”

He started thrusting up into you and his jaw clenched.

“No cumming until I say so?  Okay baby boy?” He rolled his eyes and you smacked his thigh, “Learn to behave.” “I won’t behave for you,” he gripped your hips and started to roll up into you faster, trying to be dominant even with you on top.  

You leaned back, placing your hands on his knees, forcing his dick to hit the exact right spot to send shocks of pleasure through your body.  Your high was nearing 

“Don’t you dare cum yet, baby girl.” He flipped you over so he was on top your back landing on the sheets, “You and I will cum together.” Changbin gripped your hips and thrusted into you at a shocking speed.  You gripped onto the sheets and moaned.  “Holy shit.” 

Your breasts bounced with each thrust and the knot in your stomach formed quickly.  You let yourself fall over the edge.  You tightened around him, your back arching as you came.  

“Did you just cum without me?” You smirked and bit your lip, “You aren’t my dominant so you have no say in when I cum.”

He growled and continued to thrust into you even harder, his thrusts became sloppy as he came. 

His hair stuck to his forehead as he leaned forward, he pulled out and rest his head on your stomach.

“Well that was fun Y/N.” You raised an eyebrow, “Damn that was a sudden personality change.”

[yejiroh]

Siren Scales & Village Tales

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For @chaoticyuna 's Summerween event!

Siren Gojo with a female reader.

Word count: 2.3k

TW: large bodies of water, bullying, blood.

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“The water was always murky by the bog trees, billows of dirt and sod and other bits always falling into the water by the pounds. Further down the dirt road that passes through the swamp, and you’d find a well, then a town.

“A merchant’s town, children waddled through the puddles that filled the pit holes- it wasn’t a rich area, despite all the good business. In the center of the town, a big fountain captured the sun’s rays during the golden hour- usually around 5 in the afternoon.

“Now, back to the well- it’s kind of important.

“The well, around 3 feet wide, was built of what was now crumbling bricks- terribly small, but just big enough to fall down; should you be unlucky enough.

“But there was also a rumor- as there is in every town and village. And, like other rumors that resided in other towns and villages, it was that of the supernatural. But in this case…

“Sirens.

“Sirens were fish tailed peoples with webbed hands and glowing eyes. It was said that if you ever heard one singing, you’d be inclined to bring yourself forward, to take their hand and fall.”

“Fall?”

“Yes, fall. Fall down the well, they would tell you. However, once in a blue moon, there’s a survivor, one who crawls their way up from hell and back to the siren as if they were addicted to their voice; coming back every day while the sun is still up, just to leave crying their eyes out as the sun comes down.”

“Why only during the day?”

“Well, no one knows. It’s just something that happens. Like a law of nature.”

***

“Don’t you think it’d be better to just relax once in a while? It wouldn’t hurt you, I promise.”

Despite all the reassurances of saying a story was a story until proven otherwise, better safe than sorry. And the only well in a 15 mile radius was this one. 

Curse them for being so cheap. 

Your hands burned from the rope as you dragged the bucket up, clear water sloshing around spilling out some. 

“Nanami, with all due respect, you are the last one I want to hear the word ‘relax’ from.”

Gravel bits dug into the souls of your shoes, some chunky enough to feel even through the rubber. It kind of stung. 

“Y/n, I’m going to be frank with you; mermen? They don’t exist. Neither do griffins, or hydras, or any of that fairy tail nonsense you’re always babbling about. It’s just us two, and old Mr. Gakuganji down the road.”

Sighing, Nanami adjusted his glasses, not bothering to wait for you as he loaded the last gallon onto the wagon, getting ready to go. 

***

People surged forward, coins and paper money grasped in hands before thrown at you two, grabbing at the jars of the well water. It was always like this, the town coming up to the well water like it was their life sustainer, and maybe for some, it was. 

“Y/n! Welcome back! Did you see anything unnatural today?”

A mocking laugh, a tall man tore his shirt off- Aoi Todo. Behind him, the Zen’in twins chuckled.

“Actually Todo, I haven’t. BUT, I do have something else to note. That well water you’re drinking? It hasn’t been boiled yet.”

Watching his face contort, a smile is set on your face as Aoi began to hurl, tiny worms and water with last night's feast falling onto his feet.

“Y/n! What the hell! Did your siren buddy put you up to this?”

“What happened to them not being real?”

It was the same conversation everyday. And, like everyday, you was met with a horrible answer.

Todo scoffed before spitting onto the ground, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

“No man is every gonna want you, you stupid woman.”

“And if I don’t want to marry?”

***

As the hours passed, dusk came, bringing the stormy clouds with it- but it wasn’t yet raining. A ripple in the lake waters caught your eye- maybe a fish, but the fish weren’t in season, so it was unlikely. 

You shouldn’t have been out after curfew- there were rules for a reason, yeah, but what was the harm? Especially after dinner, where you’d only had time for stale bread; chewing down the more than stale pieces was troubling. 

The sands of the lake were dry, like all the water had been taken from the ground, pooling into the lake. Odd.

“A  law of nature? But that's so…”

“Boring? Stupid? Illogical? Aye, it is.”

Kneeling down, you dipped your fingers into the water. There was something missing from the story the elders told you, you're sure of it; no matter how many times you waved your hand in the shallows, not a single ripple- only from that tail you saw earlier. 

Something rumbled, whether or not it was the stormy clouds or your stomach, you didn’t bother to check. 

Dipping your feet into the water, a sigh of relief escapes your lips- a breath let go you didn’t know you were holding. 

Another roll of thunder- but something caught your eye; the tail again. 

It was only for a moment, but you could make out the colors and fin shape. Various shades of blue and silver and yellows, shifting in the light, and the fin, large and (almost) pillowy. 

It hit the water, disappearing once again. 

“Stran-THE HELL?

Digits quickly grabbed your foot, webbed and slimy, pulling you under before you could scream. 

Something pressed into your mouth- maybe seaweed? Bitter and salty, whatever it was was quickly shoved down your throat, forcing you to swallow. 

As clear as the water was on the top, it was far too dark and dirty underneath. The vice grip that had pulled you down was now dragging you deeper, the breath you were saving long gone with the swallow, your eyes began to close. 

‘Count the digits!’

A tiny raise of suspicion, you felt around for a limb, feeling up before coming to your wrist. 

Forcing your eyes to open, the tears that pricked at your eyes were quickly swept away with the current.  

Head feeling light, panic was soon replaced with adrenaline, and you raised your legs, knees to your chest, before kicking out hard. Your feet hit the thing holding you, and it let go quickly, allowing you a chance to escape. 

Already out of breath, you swam up as fast as you could, finally breaking through the water’s surface. You sucked in a deep breath, coughing violently as you wiped the water and dirt out of your eyes, hurrying to the land. 

Behind you, waves crashed, and the water of the lake that seemed crystal clear was now red and thickened. The air became heavy with the scent of iron, and soon the entire lake shifted up, sands and all, dragging you up with it.

“Now, now, it's not strange, is it? I think it’s quite the opposite. Normal even.”

You found yourself in the palm of a hand- or, in the webbing between fingers that curled in, as if to cradle you.

Finally getting a good look at the thing in question, it didn’t take long to put two and two together; the fish from the beginning, the thing that pulled you under...and now…

“I’m Y/n, what the fuck are you, and what’s your name? Also, you’re hot.”

And it was true. Big glossy blue eyes that seemed to be lashed by the purest white doves feathered around,the hair, just as white as the lashes, seemed to trail deep down, and looking down, you leaned over it’s thumb, holding it tight as you peered down. Purple scales glimmered all the way down. 

Two fingers grabbed your collar, picking you up, bringing you to face an eye. 

“You’re a funny little thing- I could just eat you up”-it opened its mouth, biting the air before laughing”- “I am Gojo. You’ve heard of me, yes? I’m a Siren...but I guess the more accurate description would be to say that I am this lake. And thank you, Y/n. You’re much too kind, considering I was about to drown you. Here, let me brush you off.”

As Gojo patted you down, your insides churned; it was much too fast, and to be frank, it was more like you were getting spanked. It didn’t help that dust clouds rolled off you. 

“Y-you-ow-’re a -OW-guy?- STOP THAT HURTS!”

Gojo laughed, smiling as you coughed and waved your arms.

“A guy hmm...I suppose I am. You’re quite big for a fairy. And what the hell are you doing near a lake with no wings?”

“Fairy? I’m a human. There’s a whole ass village down the road through the forest.”

“Human? Oh...Ohh, yeah that makes a lot of sense.”

“Are mermaids- sorry, sirens- -lake dudes?”

“Lake dude, siren, doesn’t matter.”

“Right. Are y’all supposed to be this huge?”

 Gojo gasped, a webbed hand on his chest and mouth hanging open before promptly putting you down, laying down himself as his lower half dissolved into water, the pit that was the lake somewhat there again.

“Big? You think I’m big? I’m just a small lake! You flatter me Y/n!”

Propping himself on his elbows, he rested his face in his palms, looking at you with a smile. 

“Eh, it wasn’t for flattery- just curiosity.”

“Still...well, now I feel bad. I was gonna eat you.”

“Eat me?”

“Yeah.” Gojo scoffed before looking down, glaring at the ground. “There’s this human who calls himself Todo- a real-

“Pain in the ass? Insufferable? Obnoxious? Egotistic? A liar?”

“YES EXACTLY- you know him?” Gojo put his head down, and you watched in interest as some of him crumbled to sand before promptly climbing up onto his nose.Tapping it lightly, you let out a out a small “oomph” as he rose up, eyes on you. 

“Yeah, I know him. He’s actually why I’m here now- kinda. The fucking jerk kept messing with me, talkin’ about how, ‘Oh, Y/n, did you see anything weird? A siren perhaps?’ and yeah, the fucking town laughed at me, but it’s okay, cause the well water he drank hadn’t been purified ye-”

Gojo interrupted you, waving his hands around in the water before bursting into laughter.

“The WELL? Not the one by this place I hope? Oh god, thank Yaga y’all purify that!”

Joining in the laughter nervously, you asked why, which sent the siren bawling into more laughter,forcing him to place you on his head so you wouldn’t fall off.

“Oh, oh my gosh- stop tugging my hair Y/n- that well water is connected to this lake- me! Y’all would have been drinking my piss and body had you not purified it! And I can’t have a pretty thing like you melting from the inside out and drowning in your own blood because of scales or something!”

“So...what I’m getting at here is...Todo is going to die if he hasn’t already? I mean, he spit it out, but he still drank a bit-”

A sudden burst of wind, you tugged Gojo’s hair again, holding on so tight your knuckles turned white. 

Gojo hummed, deep in thought before exhaling slowly.

“Well- no pun intended-, I believe he’d turn into a fish. At least, that's what happened to the last guy who did that. Man, he was a crazy one. Called himself Get, going on and on about how everything he consumed he could turn into. Weird shit, Y/n.”

“Turned into a fish but could shapeshift?”

“Ah yeah- you guys know magic and stuff is real right? Anyways, my body, as you can see, is basically this entire lake- not like a lake god or something. Once I die, this place will have never existed. Back to what I was saying, I have a strict ‘no-no’ policy. A little spell just so I could get more dinner. And, I don’t think anyone would want to just be a lake their whole damn life.”

“Huh...that makes sense.”

“Yeah. “

“So…”

The two of you paused for a moment, and you couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly; to think that sirens were only bloodthirsty monsters- well, he did try to kill you, and it was true that they were beautiful, but the fact that you were literally sitting on the head of one now- one who claimed to be small- it was entirely laughable. 

Clearing your throat, you crawled over, leaning down to come facing his eyes once again, poking his forehead.

“Say...Gojo, you wouldn’t mind eating Todo if he turned into a fish right?”

“Hmmm...not really. Why?”

“Just asking. I’ll drop by here tomorrow, yeah? It’s getting late, and I gotta make sure no one took my dumplings.”

And with that, you said your goodbyes, promising to meet again, you with your vial of well water and siren scales, and Gojo with a gold coin.

“Payment, my dear. Nothing is free in this life, you know. Hopefully now you’ll have some better village tales to tell now.”

[thecrazyanimegirl]

Fall anime 2020

And wow, it’s the last season of 2020! May the new year be a lot better, not just anime related!

{ Winter ‘18 }  { Spring ‘18 }  { Summer ‘18 }  { Fall ‘18 }  { Winter ‘19 } { Spring ‘19 }  { Summer ‘19 }  { Fall ‘19 }  { Winter ‘20 }  { Spring ‘20 } { Summer ‘20 }

Alongside the continuations and new seasons like fire force, danmachi,  mahouka koukou no rettousei, golden kamuy and so, these are the new shows that we started:

100-man no Inochi no Ue ni Ore wa Tatteiru 

It is pretty typical isekai anime, just that it has twist and they can go back to their world every time they do a quest. I could see potential in characters and their development, but they aren’t kind of characters I would care about or watch something with meh plot for. Maybe they are building up for something cool, but for now, it was kind of boring for me.

Akudama Drive 

Overwhelmingly cool show about criminals in a dystopian future world. There is not much to say about the story without spoiling other than being so unnecessary cool that I loved it an unnatural amount! The characters, the setting, the action scenes, the animation and conversations, everything is just so aesthetic! I looked forward to it every week! Gonna miss them a lot. Just beware of a lot of violence and blood scenes (even though they are mostly censored).

By the Grace of the Gods 

A really soft isekai with a boy who tames slimes. This is that one (at least) show of the season where you can just turn off your brain, watch some cuteness and forget about everything. It comes with no strings attached, you can drop it halfway and not think twice about it, it won’t make you feel bad in any way, just happiness and rainbows, and sometimes that’s what I need.

Hypnosis Mic -Division Rap Battle- Rhyme Anima 

Women rule the world and pretty boys rap to assert dominance. That’s it, that’s the premise and if you think that ridiculous, yes, it truly is haha If you want to have a laugh, listen to some rapping (can’t say much about the quality of it, but I enjoyed it immensely, good va’s!), go watch it. The plot quality is debatable to say the least, but it’s not really an anime about the story, rather about the 12+ guys and their friendships and rivals and well... rap.

Ikebukuro West Gate Park 

Although a little bit on the improbable side to happen IRL, Ikebukuro WGP showcases multiple situations where we dive behind the back of many realistic happenings in bigger cities. There is always some company in conflict with another thinking solving it in their way is the best possible choice, not taking into consideration what happens to the little people bearing their consequences. It is of course up to the “good mafia” guys to solve it. If you are reading the Webtoon Weak Hero and are in search for some more realistic gang divisions, then feel free to give this anime a try. It has a pretty lovable and crafty MC minus the high-school setting.

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ohh my where to start xD yes, you are looking at the fan favorite anime of this season and there is no doubt about it having that title. I can go on and try to convince everyone saying it has the perfect animation, soundtrack, appearance of the characters and so on but to truly experience it, you will have to watch it. Character development is on the slower track but it is understandable since it is obvious that the series will be a “long distance runner”. What impressed me the most is the perfect balance of humor and tragedy, so if you are one to typically enjoy shonen anime, give it definitely a try through the 3 episodes rule!

Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear 

A girl got isekai’d in a game and now finds friends and people she cares about. Oh and she’s in a bear suit. This was one of those shows I watched for relaxation. There are no bad emotions coming from it and you can just relax, watch something that doesn’t need you to turn on your brain and try to be happy. If you are looking for something serious, you won’t really find it here.

Majo no Tabitabi 

A witch that travels the world, visiting many cities and meeting a lot of people, hearing their stories and moving on. Not action packed, but has things happening throughout the eps. I thought it would be another happy show, but it turned to be quite dark in some episodes. Most episodes have their separate story with minimal connection to the previous ones and some are heartwarming and some are downright grim. Overall, the plot is interesting and the MCs development and way of thinking is interesting too! 

Maoujou de Oyasumi

I KNEW this one is gonna be good when I first read the description of the manga in the bookstore 2 years ago xD What you see above is a small princess who wishes nothing more than a good sleep and a bunch of demons who decided to capture her. It becomes clear early on that she isn’t your typical prisoner as she sets out on quests to find stuff to make her rest more comfortable and NOTHING is gonna stand in her way. Your time watching this anime will be filled with heartfelt laughter and love for the all the characters. Yes, some people might be triggered by her actions and personality but I do believe since I (as a person who prefers to watch shonen) am impressed with it, a great number of people will like it.

Munou na Nana

I really love this anime. MC is an antagonist, pretty much an antihero, but she was made to believe that she is the hero. She is very smart, so anything she plots end up interesting. This show always keeps me on the end of my seat. And it’s a great combination of everyone has supernatural abilities + high school setting, but with a darker twist to it. It’s one of my favorites this season! 

Noblesse

I read the webtoon and I am fan of it, so I am really happy to see Noblesse became an anime! Characters are really awesome and plot is action packed. I’m sure you won’t regret watching it! The humor, the lore and the action is very well balanced and it’s just a good story. If you feel like you really like the anime, but something is missing and you have some time, the webtoon is amazing! Of course, they actually did the anime quite well, but some jokes or additional train of thought that goes in the characters head cannot be all transferred into the animation. Oh and - watch Noblesse: Awakening before this! That’s like the crash course of the first arc of the story.

Taiso Samurai 

A MAPPA anime about a japanese gymnast on the verge of retirement, his daughter and a ninja they adopted! That about covers it! It’s a soft and heartwarming story that really leaves a good feeling after watching it. The characters are lovable and the drama side of the story levels out with humor pretty well, without glossing over stuff too much. I can’t say much about the sports aspect since I don’t know much, but it was worth the watch even though it isn’t the most amazing action-packed anime ever. But it was a solid story, good charas and was just soft.

With a Dog AND a Cat, Every Day is Fun

One and a half minute of a lady with a cat and a dog being incredibly relatable.

Yuukoku no Moriarty

Ah yes, I’m a sucker for every possible variation of sherlock homes, so it’s no wonder how much I enjoyed this. It’s centered about Moriarty, but Sherlock has his time in the later half of the show. The animation is just so beautiful, I loved the stories and mysteries and the way they handled Moriarty as a character. Also a good mixture of mystery, people being hideous creatures, main characters being pretty af and humor. I should continue to the manga now.

Dropped: MAGATSU WAHRHEIT, The Day I Became a God   

[hopelesshawks]

Official Accounts Part 20- Rescue

Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result

If you don’t want to see Official Accounts content blacklist #hopelessoa

Warning for canon-typical violence, major character injury, and manga spoilers

Masterlist

No one had come rushing down the stairs after Dabi had alerted you a guest had arrived. Nor had Dabi felt inclined to go check who it was, much to your chagrin. “Hmm, seems our little guest is shy. Shall we call whoever they are down?” Dabi asks. You don’t dignify his question with a response and choose only to glare at him. He saunters up to you, placing a warm hand on your waist, but soon warm becomes hot and then hot becomes burning. Literally. You grit your teeth for as long as possible, not wanting to give the deranged man in front of you the satisfaction, but eventually the pain grows too intense and you can’t help but cry out.

Hawks flinches at the sound of you crying out. His heart wants him to rush in there but his head knows better. Hawks is a smart, calculating man. He knows that Dabi is intending to get a rise out of him. He knows that in a one-on-one fight between him and Dabi, the other man has the advantage. He knows that back up is on the way. The kind of back up that will make this a quick and easy job. He knows all this. His commission approved, highly tuned instincts know this. A small, unhelpful voice in the back of his head reminded him that the last time he chose his brain over his heart in regards to you it had cost him your affections. Is that why every single cell in his body is telling him to go in anyway? No. Hawks would wait. Because it was the rational and logical option. It was the option that was least likely to get both of you killed. He could wait the 10-15 minutes max it would take for one of the others to get there. But then you cried out again, and without him consciously deciding to, Hawks was speeding to your location as if his body was moving of its own accord.

The minute he had eyes on Dabi, Hawks lunged forward and slashed at the other man, aiming for the seams between his healthy and scarred skin. He manages a couple hits but Dabi had been anticipating the winged hero so he quickly moved away from you and out of the way. “Ohh I was hoping it’d be you that showed up!” Dabi laughs. “You should’ve left her out of this,” Hawks growls back. His instincts were on fire in a way they’d never been before. Not the refined instincts of the HPSC, drilled into his head since childhood. No these were more primal, more feral, than that. “We both know this isn’t a good match up for you Hawks. What could possibly have driven you to come charging in like this, hm?” Dabi taunts as he unleashes his blue flames in Hawks’ direction. Hawks rolled away as quickly as he could but still winces as he feels some of his feathers get caught in the blaze. “You gonna talk or we gonna fight?” Hawks snarks back before once again diving in to try and close the distance between he and his adversary.

Dabi had chosen his location well. The confined room severely restricted Hawks’ mobility, further disadvantaging him in a fight already not tipped in his favor. To compensate he sent several feathers out to increase the amount of areas Dabi would have to defend. If he had to take the villain down with a thousand tiny cuts instead of a dramatic final slash he would. But Dabi is smart too and so he picked and chose which feathers to ward off and which to let land. As much as Hawks was hanging in there he was literally burning through feathers at an alarming rate and no matter how much he tried to dodge, the tightness of the room pretty much guaranteed he’d take at least a little heat. This was bad. It was really bad. But he couldn’t stop now. So he pressed on and hoped back up would arrive soon.

Your heart had constricted painfully in your chest when you saw Hawks come flying down the stairs. You knew this was not a fight he would likely win. Not alone. Which is why you wasted no time taking advantage of Dabi’s focus being entirely on the winged hero instead of you. Your eyes turned to the chain and handcuffs confining you and you took a deep breath to steady your hands before getting to work. You carefully grab hold of the chain and start pressing it past the raw skin of your wrists to get inside one of the cuffs until you can loop it over your hand. Then, slowly but surely, you’re able to pull it through until you free the handcuffs from the ceiling chain. You immediately begin working the chain connecting the cuffs, trying to line up the links just right to get the tension you need to break them apart. “C’mon, c’mon,” you groan in frustration as your eyes dart between the cuffs and the ongoing fight.

It’s going as poorly as you knew it would. Granted, Hawks is certainly giving a valiant effort. Dabi is cut and bleeding in several places. A few of the staples on his arms and face are even detached. But there is no questioning who is leading. Hawks could barely fly in the confines of the room anyway but now even if he had the space he wouldn’t have the feathers to do so. He’s breathing heavy and there’s already large angry patches of red skin from the burns he’s received. He can’t afford to throw away any more feathers by sending them at Dabi from all angles so the most he can do is duck and weave Dabi’s flames as much as possible to try and get in close and get in an incapacitating hit. Then you see the determined look in his eye, despite the fact he’s fighting a losing battle, and your blood turns to ice in your veins. It’s like watching your mother’s last moments all over again. One lone hero against a force they clearly can’t beat and yet so, so determined to press on. At least back then the tv screen had put distance between you and the struggle. Now you were watching a hero fall in real time.

You watch in horror as Dabi finally gets the hit he was waiting for and Hawks goes careening to the side. You continue to fumble with the cuffs, the tension constantly falling away just before it can break the chain keeping you from helping Hawks. Dabi laughs and it’s a cruel sound as Hawks has no choice but to curl up and cover his head and vital organs from the raging blue flames. Tears are flowing down your face and your vision blurs as you watch Dabi slowly approach the fallen hero before kicking him in the stomach once, twice, three times. The links of the handcuffs catch and once again you begin to bend them in hopes this time the tension will finally break them apart. “What will be left of you if I clip your wings?” Dabi cackles as he reaches for what little is left of the appendages in question. But before he can do anything the cuffs finally snap. Your quirk comes roaring back to the surface and no sooner do you feel it swell within you are you directing every ounce of it at Dabi, your eyes glowing with the power of it. Dabi slams into the back wall and you surge forward to put yourself between him and Hawks, who looks on the verge of passing out. “Well, well, well. He wasn’t kidding when he said your quirk was strong. This makes things interesting,” Dabi smirks as he slowly gets back to his feet. “Really? Because I’m already bored of you,” you fire back before surging forward and wielding your quirk with a ferocity you never had before.

You’re not a trained hero. Technically what you’re doing is illegal, considering you don’t have any kind of hero’s license. None of that matters in this moment though. What Dabi had on you in experience, you compensated for with agility. It isn’t enough to get you a win but it can buy you time as you pray more help is on the way. Your ribs are aching, you’ve acquired several severe burns, and you’re starting to slow down but still you push and for the first time you think you understand why your mother made the choice she did. Suddenly a familiar voice echoes through the room. “DIE!” Bakugo screams as he comes crashing in, tackling Dabi in one explosive move. You don’t stop to see the result, your faith fully in your friend as you rush to where Hawks is lying unconscious on the ground. You wrap one of his arms around your shoulders and do your best to stand, half walking half dragging him out of the room. You don’t look back until you’ve managed to get him outside of the building but even still you can hear the sound of Dabi and Bakugo’s fight.

“Hawks? Hawks! C’mon I need you to wake up. I need you to wake up for me,” you plead as you lay him down on the concrete, kneeling beside him. You pat his face repeatedly until finally you get his eyes to flutter open. “Oh thank god! Are you trying to get yourself killed? Jesus Hawks!” you sigh, already cataloging his various injuries to report to emergency services. “Keigo.” “What?” “My real name. It’s Keigo. You... you can’t use it where someone might hear but you can use it.” His voice sounds so weak you could cry again. “Your eyes are glowing. ‘S beautiful,” he chuckles, reaching a hand up to cup your face before passing back out. “It’s gonna be ok Keigo,” you reply in a hushed voice, although you doubt he hears you. It’s not too long after that you hear the familiar rumble of Chargebolt’s motorcycle as he races to the location, Mirko arriving shortly thereafter. “They’re inside! Hawks needs urgent medical attention,” you tell them before they can ask. Mirko gives a curt nod and rushes into the building, following the sounds of the fight. Chargebolt hesitates as his eyes scan over your various injuries, the tear tracks still evident on your face from when you’d been crying earlier. “I’m fine, Denki. I promise. Just toss me your phone so I can call an ambulance and the cops. Dabi stole mine,” you assure him. He nods and does exactly that before racing in to help Mirko and Bakugo. As you dial the emergency services number your gaze returns to the number two hero. Almost all of his feathers have been burned away, leaving just the nubs of his wings and the immobile feathers at their base. Laying on his back the way he is, someone who didn’t know who he was wouldn’t be able to tell he’s supposed to have wings at all. Your heart aches as you can’t help but think how small he looks without them.

Author’s Note: I wanna give a big shout out to @dutchintheusa on tiktok who is the one I got the hack about escaping hand cuffs chained to the ceiling from that (y/n) uses here and how to escape handcuffs without a Bobby pin. He’s got a bunch of emergency/survival escape techniques as well as general advice to stay safe in a scary world. I would highly recommend checking him out. The fight is heavily inspired by the fight between Hawks and Dabi in the manga and the fact I have repeatedly wished I could insert myself into that room and protect Hawks (hence the spoiler tag). Also I listened to Tantrum by Ashnikko on repeat while writing this if you want an idea of the ~vibe~ of the fighting lmao.

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