#I care so much about the purple white dynamic

[rosakikoza]

Piktober Day 9: Muddy Buddies

[thevelvetvampyre]

Bunny to a wolf - Jonathan Crane x patient reader

“So go on bunny. Run for me.”

Warnings: Predator x prey dynamic, noncon, restraints and cuffs, victim blaming, sexual assault mentioned, he’s derogatory, creampie, dacryphilia, general smut and dark adult content

Note: this is basically an intense game of hide and seek (predator x prey kink on 🔝)

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It had been a few months since the attack, the smell of musk still making your stomach turn and your face cringe.

The memory of how heavy he felt on top of you, the way he heaved against your limp body and his rough grip on your sides that bruised a deep purple the next morning. The only thing that made it more horrific was the fact that he was still out there, probably boasting about the young girl he cuffed and fucked on the side of the road after one too many beers, how tight she was and how she took him so well.

“Are you scared that it may happen again?”

Dr. Crane gazed at you expressionlessly as he held his notebook on his crossed thigh. Exasperated and bored from asking you the same questions after each therapy session, his time with you proving to be non-beneficial as each appointment came around.

“Very.”

Your voice shook as your eyes remained on your lap, unable to look your psychiatrist in the eyes as you felt him grow more irritated with you daily.

“Well- unfortunately there’s not much else I can do.”

He huffed, uncrossing his legs and widening his knees as he clenched his jaw. Pushing up the frames on his nose bridge and glaring at you disgustedly, he linked his fingers on his stomach and furrowed his brows as he analysed you.

The fear that radiated off your skin was hypnotic, capturing his affection with how weak and pathetic you looked. He could smell how scared you were. Of him or the context as to why you sat opposite him, he didn’t care. He felt honoured, blessed even, he got to hear your sweet voice string out sentences of his version of an erotic violence.

Your descriptions of the attack were pornographic to him, the way you sobbed as you went into extensive detail of the pain you felt was so arousing you’d think he was watching you get off. With each tear that rolled down your cheek, a bead of cloudy white leaked out his pulsating tip.

A seething jealousy prickled under his skin as he imagined a filthy, Gotham peasant thrusting himself into you, angry he couldn’t of been present that night to stop him. He often wondered how adorable your wrists looked cuffed together, bruising and bleeding as you tried to escape.

He dreamt of replacing the man’s drunken cock with his experienced shaft, squinting down at you begging him to stop as he felt himself spill his cum into the back of you.

Watching you now, seeing how you were still so hopeless after months of therapy, he felt he’d broken you down enough to take matters into his own hands.

“There is one more thing we could try…”

His words were slow and deliberate, the tone he emitted made it sound like he would present you with a gift, a glimpse of hope in your psychologically devastating situation.

You pull your eyes up to meet his, a small haze had covered your vision and you rapidly bat your eyelids to focus on his face clearly.

“You may be… scared.”

He tilted his head as he pondered what emotive affect his suggestion may cause, confused on how your sensitive emotions may arise during the ‘treatment’.

“But it will work. It has to work.”

His lips pulled into a grin, the corners turning upwards as his eyes flattened into a squint.

Nodding your head agreeably, you’d do anything to rid the trauma from your mind. Desperation was in your blood at this point, your heart thumping in defeat as you’ve accepted you may feel like this forever.

“Anything Dr.Crane… I’ll do anything.”

Cocking a brow up, he clenched his jaw as he stood up and took slow strides to his desk, pulling open the top drawer on the right side of the mahogany wood and looking up at you in amusement.

Reaching down, you heard a clanking metal scrape along the material and his fingers revealed a dangling, swaying set of silver handcuffs.

Your eyes widened and you gulped, the fear of seeing the restraints sending goosebumps onto the back of your neck and flushing your cheeks with a violent red.

He walked around the desk to sit on the tabletop on the opposite side, your body physically reacting as you pushed yourself further into the couch to create as much distance from him as possible.

Watching as he sat on the desk, the grin on his face made you queasy and on edge.

“Come here.”

His voice was low and husky, his eyes following you as you hesitantly stood up and carefully walked over. The knot in your stomach was bubbling with anxiety, twisting in your gut and making you want to gag.

Standing in front of him, he took a deep breath as his eyes fell over your face, basking in how scared you looked and ignoring his primal queue to pounce on you then and there.

“This treatment is called systematic desensitisation. Where aspects of the patients PTSD or trauma is gradually exposed to them in a safe environment- the end goal being…”

He swiftly grabs your wrist mid sentence, causing a gasp to escape your lips.

“The confrontation of the fear allowing the patient to overcome that aspect of their trauma.

He gave you a full smile as he tugged lightly on the free side of the cuff, looking down and humming in approval at the way your wrist fit perfectly under the metal.

“Dr.Crane I-“

A wave of uncertainty and panic rush over you, subconsciously trying to retreat your wrist as it proved to no avail, his fingers holding firmly on the other clasp to keep your wrist propped up.

“Be a brave girl… I’ll admit you if this doesn’t work.”

Your eyes went wide as they began to swell in tears, his threat of Arkham throwing you off guard as he’d never mentioned it before this moment.

“You’ll be a danger to yourself.”

His head tilted as his voice purred a tone of sarcastic, speaking to you like you were a stupid dog who didn’t know how to sit for a treat.

His face became blurred as a tear brimmed on your waterline, the icy blue that stared daggers into you feeling threatening enough over his cold words.

Swiftly pulling your wrist a couple feet to his left, he ducked down and cuffed the other side of the cuffs onto the leg of his desk. You followed behind stumbling with the force of his action dragging you downwards to attach you to the pole of wood.

Sitting down and bringing your knees to your chest, you curled vulnerably as your mind raced with your attempts to calm yourself, trusting Dr.Crane through your palpitating anxiety.

As he glared down at you, his eyes turned dark and an overwhelming sense of panic flooded over you. He looked at you like a piece of meat, wanting the floor to suck you in whole to avoid his hungry gaze.

“Have you ever considered that maybe, you were asking for it?”

Dr.Cranes words shocked you, furrowing your brows and opening your drying mouth to respond to him.

“W-what?”

Pulling your knees closer, your heart pounded in your chest as he pulled a chair in front of you and sat down, spreading his knees as you sat perfectly between them.

“Tell me again, what were you wearing?”

His words were venomous yet clinical and he spat them out onto you, your limbs began to tremble as he suddenly looked a lot bigger with you sitting down.

“That doesn’t have anything to do with-“

You were offended, confused as to why he was suddenly going against the comforting advice he’s been giving you since the first session.

“Oh but it does darling, this is Gotham- remember?”

His face pulled into a look of disgust as his eyes trailed along your frail body, shuddering as his gaze was eating you alive.

“S-skirt- I was wearing a skirt.”

You shamefully looked down and tears started to swell in your eyes, the pain in your chest evident as you started to breath heavy in an attempt to calm yourself.

Groaning and clenching his jaw as he rolled his eyes back and pictured you laying exposed on the side walk in a tiny skirt, he felt his cock thicken under his pants and he licked his bottom lip as he salivated.

“So you were asking for it.”

His eyes remained closed and yours snapped onto him, your jaw falling in shock as your tears violently fell down your cheeks.

“No! I wasn’t!”

He chuckled at the fight in your voice.

“Oh I think you were”

His eyes opened and his head nodded to his words.

“Only whores wear skirts in Gotham.”

You began sobbing and trying to pull your wrist out of the clasp of the metal, panic fuelling you into fight or flight and in this case, running was the only answer.

He chuckled as he watched you intently, enjoying the view of you struggling.

“Calm down…”

His voice was oddly comforting but to no avail, your wrist pulling harder on the desk and it proved to be much heavier than you as you winced.

“I said- calm down.”

He lent his chest forward and grabbed your scalp, pulling your face up with your hair as he remained inches away from your lips.

His eyes fell across your features as you winced in pain to his grasp, admiring how pretty you looked with flushed cheeks and black smudge running along your eyelids.

“Are you going to be a pathetic little victim forever? Or are you going to let Dr.Crane fix for you?”

He growled his words, showing his teeth as he spoke.

All you could do was whimper, causing him to pull back at your hair once more and snap your neck further back.

“Hm?”

You gulped down as you looked at him, his hum now a softer whisper.

“Dr.Crane to fix it for me.”

You mumbled, he let go of your hair and sat back on the chair, you swayed as you lost his grip and he cleared his throat.

You could only look up at him with furrowed brows, your eyes swollen and your scalp stinging. You felt pathetic, chained to your psychiatrists desk as he made you feel responsible for your attack.

Sighing, his eyes fell along your body and you shuffled back, anything to get out of his sight.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

He threw his hands up, stating his sentence as something that was obvious.

“And I’m going to fill your cunt until I’m finished.”

Your eyes widened and your brows knitted, a string of begs fall from your lips as your wrist started pulling violently on the cuffs.

“No! Dr.Crane-please!”

You began to sob, panic possessing you as you watched him chuckle.

He basked in your pleas, rolling his head back with his eyes as he furrowed his brows.

“I’ll do anything! Please let me go.”

You choked on your words, your wrist bone bleeding purple as a bruise began to form.

“That’s it… cry for me.”

The shock of his words left you sobbing louder, your chest heaving and a panic flushing your skin warm. You tried lifting the desk, sneaking your wrist out and opening the clasp manually, you were stuck under his control for as long as he had you chained.

His cock began throbbing as you cried, his months of patience paying off as he felt his veiny dick fill with blood.

He continued to chuckle, amused by your failed attempts of escaping.

“Please- Dr.Crane let me go!”

You extended your last word, sobbing through your mouth and whining like a spoiled child.

“Go?”

His eyebrows cocked up.

“Go where?”

You continued pulling on your wrist, the pain growing unbearable.

“Home- please… I want to go home.”

“Oh no bunny… not yet.”

He began tapping his foot, growing irritated at the sound of the metal pulling aggressively on the wooden leg.

He chuckled louder as you began to scream for help, screaming louder than your lungs could hold as a hot burn filled your organs in urgency.

“There’s no use darling. I’m the only one in my office.”

Your cheeks stung with his nicknames, a heat rushing across your skin as you felt you were knocking on deaths door.

“Oh c’mon…”

His eyes rolled.

“Nobody’s coming to save you. Fuck, no one can even hear you.”

His tone was flat, his words stabbing you deeply as you knew it was true.

His office was huge, basically the small section of the ward in Arkham was completely his. Three rooms, one of which you were currently in, and the reception. Nobody was ever there and you were alone in this apartment sized office, crying and begging your psychiatrist to not fuck you.

“Please… please let me go!”

Your whines grew annoying to him, rolling his eyes and groaning at the sound of your screaming voice.

“You just won’t have it, will you?”

“No-no, no… let me go!”

You shook your head in denial, your words rapid and rushed as your wrist started to bleed.

Sighing in defeat, he leans forward as a smirk grows on his face.

“Let’s play a little game, hm?”

He roughly grasped at your wrist, groaning at the sight of your exposed flesh that your desperately pathetic attempts to escape caused.

Looking up at him through your heavy, tear stained eyes, you frowned and felt your heart thump in fear.

“Are you good at hide and seek?”

His face was dangerously close to yours now, the bright white of his office turning your stomach as this monster was supposed to be your psychiatrist, your saviour.

He reached into his pocket to pull out the key to your cuffs, your eyes going wide and your chest fluttering in relief.

“We’ll play a round. You hide… and I seek.”

His voice was low and merely above a whisper, the undertone of excitement made you breath shakily in fear, unable to respond to his words.

“Please let me go.”

You whispered, his face still inches away from yours.

“I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, watching as his fingers clasped at the metal and his other hand turned the key to loosen its hold on you.

“So go on bunny. Run for me.”

As soon as you felt the cool air on your bruised wrist, you shot up and began sprinting towards the door.

You stumbled as your legs tried to move faster than you were capable of, sobbing and screaming as your knees moved fast.

You pushed past his office doors and he watched as you shoved yourself through the frame, clenching his jaw, flaring his nostrils and cocking up his brows as he remained bored at your panic.

Running as fast as you could through your exhausted pants, you ran through his reception and attempted to push the door.

He locked it.

Screaming a screeching sound of ‘no’ as your palms slammed against the door, you pulled at the door handle desperately as you sobbed in failure.

Staying seated in his chair, he flipped his wrist and pulled back his suit, watching as his watch ticked to thirty seconds since letting you free.

Standing up slowly before adjusting his tie, he took slow strides out of his office and chuckled as he saw you on the other end of the reception banging as hard as you could, your ongoing screams swelling his thick cock harder and tenting his pants.

“You just don’t listen, do you!”

His voice was loud and echoed through the clinical walls, swinging your head back to look at him as the panic stole the air away and switched it with fear in your lungs.

You heard the clanking of his shoes come closer behind you, bailing on your attempt at his reception door and deciding that maybe you could outrun him.

You were exhausted from the sobbing as your knees became weak and barely let you run, your breathing was erratic and you heaved in desperation.

Although you felt as if you were bolting around his office, his long strides seemingly caught up with your pathetic jog.

Feeling the heat of his arms, he grabbed you firmly and pinned you against the wall. He was bigger, stronger and faster than you and held you up on your tip toes as you struggled beneath him.

You felt his throbbing erection press into your stomach, sobbing out choked cries as his cock felt huge, bulging into your stomach and spreading a heat across your core.

“Is that the best you could do?”

You continued to squirm, avoiding his face as he was merely an inch away from yours.

“No wonder you were so easy. You’re not very good at this, are you bunny?”

He chuckled and pressed you tighter against the wall, grunting as he tried to keep you still.

You were on your tip toes as he held you on his eye level, wincing out in pain as the concrete was violently pushed against you.

Dropping you slightly but keeping you firm in his grasp, he wrapped his arms around you and guided you into the room besides his office. The room with the examination table, limb restraints on the bed and a rack of medical tools that ranged from blunt to flesh teasingly sharp.

Manoeuvring you onto the examination bed, he swiftly chained your wrists to your sides and made his way to your feet. You kicked at them in an attempt to hurt him, his grasp too strong and overpowering as he held you down and chained you up to the heightened stirrups.

“Don’t be so… difficult.”

He grunted as the final clasp tightly restrained your left ankle, your legs open and wide for his viewing.

Huffing out and placing his hands on his hips, he tilted his head as he admired how weak you looked chained up and legs spread, a smirk growing as he turned around and walked to the cupboard behind him.

Your chest heaved heavily and your hands trembled, fear possessing your body as tears violently sobbed down your face. Watching as he turned around with a pair of scissors in hand, your stomach turned and almost brought up breakfast in panic.

Watching as he held one hand to pull up your pyjama pants and used the other to slice the fabric down the center, you cursed yourself for not wearing underwear as the cold, clinical room hit your exposed cunt.

“Such an easy slut… have you learned nothing?”

His face was in disbelief, licking his bottom lip as he placed the scissors down next to him and ducked down to meet your pussy at eye level. He brought both his hands up to pull you apart and growled at the sight of your pink flesh.

“You’re very wet for someone who’s so unwilling.”

Your face flushed red as you cringed, turning your neck to the side to avoid looking at him analysing your dripping cunt.

He stood back up and his eyes turned dark, purring groans as his expression was now possessed with lust and hunger.

As your tears continued to roll down your face, your chest palpitated as you watched him glaring down at you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked like he was about to dig right in to your raw flesh and eat you alive.

After basking in how pathetic and easy you looked, his hands fell to his pants and he unzipped his middle, leaving his belt on as he shimmered his cock out from under his underwear.

“No- please Dr.Crane no!”

Your head rolled and your tears were flowing, the size of him frighting as it sprung out into the cold air onto his palm.

“You’re scaring me- please.”

Your voice remained as whisper as you lacked air in your lungs, feeling his hand grasp round your hip as he moved closer to your exposed cunt.

“That’s the point darling.”

He growled lowly, pressing his tip against your entrance before slowly dragging it up and down your wet slit.

His cock was already warm, a residue of liquid smearing along your opening as he picked up your arousal onto him. Whimpering under his touch, your body attempted to shift but proved useless, his grip too firm on your hips and your wrists heavily bound onto the table.

Pressing his tip against your hole, he sunk his head quickly and you sobbed at the feeling of his cock breaching your tight walls.

“Oh- bunny.”

He panted breathlessly, watching as his inches pressed into your unwilling cunt.

He groaned around your walls, after feeling how tight you were on his tip he impatiently pushed himself down to his base. His balls pressed against the bottom of your asscheeks and you couldn’t help but cry out a sobbed moan at the feeling of him inside you.

“That’s it…”

He pulled his hips out slowly before harshly fucking himself fully once more. Wincing in pain, his mouth fell open and his brows furrowed.

“Take your psychiatrists cock like the whore you are.”

He groaned and you squirmed in pain, his thick, veiny cock being much larger than your attackers.

Repeatedly dragging himself out before roughly fucking his hips into the back of your cervix, your cries became muffled as you laid there limp in acceptance to your situation. Occasionally shedding a tear as you whimper against his thrusts, he strung out praise on how tight you were around him.

“Taking my cock so well.”

He grunted, fastening up his pace as his balls slapped against your ass and filled the room with a squelching noise, his growls filling your ears as his pace remained robotic. Your stomach turned as he spoke, repeating the same words your attacker did, your pussy clenched around him in response and he grunted against the feel of you tightening around him.

Your crying was poetic, softly sobbing as you felt him ruin you. With each sob, his dick hardened and flexed.

“Cry for me bunny… cry- oh yes, just like that.”

Throwing his head back and rolling his eyes, you peered a look at your psychiatrist who was seemingly coming undone around your cunt.

You watched as his face blushed a soft pink and his lips were swelled, his mouth falling open as his eyebrows twitched in rhythm to how his cock flexed. His fingers remained deep in your hips, stinging at the sharpness of his nails in your soft skin.

You bounced off his hips as your skin slapped together, watching how his hair fell around his face as he scrunched it in pleasure.

“M’gonna- fuck- fill this cunt. Have’s you dripping my cum- mhm- all week.”

His words were breathless and whiny, his knees bucking as his thrusts became sloppier.

His cock stuffed you, ploughing into you hard enough to shift you along the examination table.

“Yes… yes- oh fuck bunny your cunt feel so good.”

His voice was trembling at a higher pitch, swinging his neck down to watch himself break you in half.

He whimpered as a circle of white covered his base and his cock glistened in the medical, white lighting in the room.

“M’gonna- fuck!”

His cock flexed and twitched violently inside of you as he met your eyes, watching as you bawl in pain undid the hot knot in his groin as he spilled his cum into the back of you.

It felt like a dam that had cracked, a monstrous amount of liquid seeping out of him as it sprayed along your walls.

Whining and panting as his thrusts fucked you pathetically slow as he came, his face was a deep red and his hair fell over his eyes.

His mouth was open and his brows knitted together into one, the strength of his orgasm overpowering him as he wobbled on his knees.

The liquid heat had filled your pussy, you felt the stickiness rub against you as he continued to drag out his cock and delicately touch the back of your cervix.

After slowing down his thrusts and panting through his whines, he pulled his cock out and it fell out softly in between his thighs.

His eyes remained knitted and tearful as they looked at you limp on the examination table, your shirt wet from tears and your nose runny from the force he fucked you at.

Collecting himself, he pushed his cock back into his suit and slowly removed the shackles around your ankles. Moving slowly and deliberate on your skin in a soft, gentle manner.

Unable to move as you continued to lie in front of him, even once he had freed all your restraints, you were defeated and stared at the floor, unable to meet his eyes as you were now weak and used.

Sighing as he looked down at you, he lowered his gaze and pressed his glasses up on his nose bridge.

Meeting his eyes he was shockingly giving you a sympathetic look, genuine or not you’d never seen him look so kind.

“You can go now, bunny.”

He whispered, bringing the back of his palm up to caress your tear stained cheek.

Huffing out at your lack of movement, he stood back up and left the room.

Your body began convulsing as he walked away, his absence from your side, or in you, feeling colder than you expected.

He turned around at the frame of the door to glance back at you.

“The session next week will be at the same time. Wear something… accessible.”

Your eyes rolled on the bed and you huffed out, a string of his cum tickling your slit as it rolled out of you.

[elllisaaa]

Omg oMg omG OMG soft dom reader never going through with punishments so he/she decides the boys need one tonight bc minsung was touching without permission and they’re both subs so she/he watches hanji desperately try to fuck minho and minho trying to jerk off and they cant keep a steady rhythm so they switch and minho is on top but it makes it worse bc minho has a small cock. so eventually reader gives in and fucks them hard making them cry and then fluffy after care 💓

omg minsung x reader is my weakness (and 2min, but i'll talk about it another time) and subby men ??? that's another weakness (yes, i have many). thank you so much for sending me this (my first ask, i'm all giggly, kicking my feet and all (don't hesitate to send more)). I hope you'll like it even if I changed some details as inspiration flooded. also, sorry for answering to this a little late, i was very busy with my no nut november serie, but a lot more is coming, don't worry. thank you for your ask anon ! enjoy !

DISCIPLINE - SUB!MINSUNG x READER

-> pairing : sub!minho x dom!fem!reader x sub!jisung

-> words count : 3.5k

-> genre : smut, established relation, threesome

-> warnings : dom/sub dynamic, threesome, poly!relationship, punishment, dirty talk, teasing, mutual masturbation, oral (f. receiving, m. implied), swearing, use of 'good boy', 'puppy', 'brat', and 'slut', degradation, face slapping, voyeurism, dry humping, masturbation, body worship, hair pulling, mommy kink, handjob, footjob, cum eating

+ the way i'm depicting minho and jisung does not represent them, it's only a work of fiction !

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist

You never felt the need to punish Jisung, nor Minho. Your boyfriends were always very sweet, always listening without you needing to be rough or assertive, thus there was no need to be mean. Maybe that’s why they took the liberty of touching each other even when you explicitly told them not to, maybe thinking that you wouldn’t be mad and let it go like every other time. But as soon as you entered your shared bedroom, they felt the mood shift and that you wouldn’t be as kind tonight. Maybe it was because of the stress of work, or maybe you just wanted to put them in their places for once. 

“- Care to explain what both of you are doing ?”

Jisung lifted his head from Minho’s neck where he left a tone of little purple marks, his hand stopping his motion on the other boy’s cock who couldn’t help the little whine that escaped him at the loss of friction. 

“- We… We were too turned on… Sorry, sorry, but we missed you too much.”

You walked fully into the room, your heels clicking on the floor as you threw your suit jacket on the chair sitting before your dressing table, the guys fumbling until they were sat at the edge of the bed while you did so, their eyes scanning every one of your moves nervously. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say that the scene didn’t make you wet. Because it had, obviously. But you weren’t one to let it slide when they disobeyed you like that. 

You stopped in front of them, staring right into their souls, especially at Minho. You knew him. You knew that he was the one who had led Jisung into this. He surely had argued that you wouldn’t be this mad, that you would even be happy to have them ready for you when you’d come back home. But as you tugged his hair back, forcing him to look directly in your eyes, he felt so little, as if your aura was crushing him. It was threatening, but also hot. So hot. You were still wearing your working clothes : black high heels, black suit pants and an elegant white blouse, which was a little see-through, and they both could see your laced bra underneath. Yeah, maybe Minho had a thing for you looking like the attractive businesswoman you were.

“- That’s not a fucking excuse. I only asked you one thing. Do you remember ?”

Minho knew better than to answer without being allowed to and so did Jisung that was squirming in place, dying to have your hands on him too. You smiled down at him in a sickeningly sweet manner that didn’t presage anything good for him. 

“- Good boy, you at least learned one thing. Now you can talk.” 

You had grabbed his jaw in the meantime, making it difficult for him to talk but he did it anyway. He understood very well that if he wanted to cum tonight, he must follow every one of your orders very closely. 

“- You told us not to touch ourselves while you were away.

- That’s right baby, and why did I say that ?

- Because you only left for three days and that you’ll be back soon.

- Looks like you remember after all.”

You squeezed his jaw harder before releasing him, turning away from him to shift your attention on Jisung instead. Even if you suspected that Minho had gaslighted him into making out, he wasn’t innocent either, always testing your patience and being a brat. It was time to put them both in their places

“- So fucking explain me why I find you doing exactly what I told you not to do ? 

- I- We missed you so much, we just want-”

Jisung’s next words died into his throat, replaced by a moan when you slapped him, his head turning to the side with the violence of the impact. But you knew better than to stop at his hiss of pain - you knew he liked it, loved it even, knew that it made his dick twitch without even needing to check.

“- Don’t talk until I fucking tell you that you can, you don’t want to anger me even more, do you ?”

This time, Jisung didn’t dare let out a word, simply shaking his head from left to right, big doe eyes zeroing on your lips as you stroked the red mark you left on his cheek. 

“- Good.”

You stepped back a little, taking in the lustful view of your two boyfriends, seated on your shared bed, entirely naked when you were still fully clothed, their cocks rock hard when your panties were drenched, waiting for your next command. Why didn’t you try that out before ? It gave you such a rush of adrenaline to see how much power you held over them, ideas of everything you wanted to do to them clouding your mind. You could break them in so many ways, the possibilities were endless. But for now, you just wanted to see them suffer and pay the price of their actions.  

You pushed the chair you previously threw your jacket on until it was before the bed, sitting down and spreading your legs wide open. You could see Jisung drooling on your thighs, and Minho’s hands gripping the sheets to stop himself from touching his cock at the sight before his eyes. You smiled cockily at them as you unbuttoned your blouse painfully slowly, taking forever to reach the last one, exposing your chest to their hungry gazes. And as much as Jisung wished you didn’t wear a bra, he also had to admit that it fitted you perfectly, making you look like a goddess. 

“- Go on.”

Both of them stared at you, confusion written all over their faces. You rolled your eyes, annoyed that they didn’t get what you implied. 

“- Gosh, I really have to do all the work, dumb boys can’t even understand what I’m saying.”

Your degrading words went directly to Jisung cock, a moan threatening to escape him. He was almost ready to nob at your words, willing to agree to whatever you said as long as it meant pleasing you. He never saw you so bossy, but he already liked it. He wanted more and more of your mean words. 

“- Continue to touch yourselves like the stupid little sluts you are.”

Minho threw an hesitant glance at the other boy, but in a matter of seconds, they were all over each other again, lips and tongue mingling in a heated and messy kiss, hands roaming over their body and groping everywhere they could reach. They were so desperate for more it was almost cute. Almost because the way Jisung was humping Minho’s leg as he straddled his lap was everything but cute. He looked like a dog fucking his favourite toy, tongue lolling out of his mouth as his hyung kissed down his neck, groping his ass to guide his moves against his thick thigh. 

“- F-Fuck Min ! I need more…”

You bit your lips, resisting the urge to come up to them and wrap your hands around both of their pretty cocks, but seeing them whining so pathetically against each other's mouths was maybe even more satisfying. 

“- Be more specific Ji. What do you want Min to do ?”

Your voice breaking the silence made them halt their grinding for a bit, but they quickly went back to it, both of them hissing at the feeling of skin to skin contact.

“- I- I want his hand wrapped around my cock… Please…”

Minho’s eyes dived into yours over Jisung's shoulder, and he swore he had never seen such determination in your gaze before. He shivered as you cocked your head to the side, your mischievous smile having him wanting more. 

“- Do you think you deserved it though ? You think you deserved to have your dick touched after not listening to me ?”

Jisung turned his head toward you, tears almost spilling out of his eyes from how badly he needed to be touched. Your smirk widened as you unzipped your pants, slipping your hands between your thighs and brushing against your clit still covered by your panties. You let out the filthiest moan, just to tease them a little more.

“- No… I don’t think you’ve been good enough to earn it.

- Does this mean I have ?”

The pretentious smile on Minho’s face was soon whipped off as your gaze darkened. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Maybe he shouldn't have provoked you. 

“- Does testing my patience get you going Lee Minho ? Answer.”

He gulped loudly, not even trying to hide how much your rough tone was turning him on.

“- N-No… Just want you to touch me.

- Then stop being a fucking brat for once.”

Minho only nodded his head, not daring to speak up again and risking to not feel your hands on him tonight, not when you looked so gorgeous, with your legs spread, rubbing at your wet clit while licking your lips. 

“- You’re going to listen to me, and do exactly what I tell you if you even want to see my hands coming near your cocks. Understood ?”

Both of them silently responded, not wanting to further anger you. 

“- Great. Ji, get off of him and sit down. Min, down on your knees.”

They shuffled quickly, moving into the exact position you wanted them to be, Minho staring at Jisung’s hard cock while the second was focusing on you, panting heavily and waiting for your next order. But it seemed like the older one couldn’t resist the urge to lick along the younger length, taking pride in the loud whine he let out. 

“- Close your mouth, slut.”

Minho did as you told immediately, fighting with his self-control to not touch either Jisung or himself. But he wanted to, badly. He needed it. 

“- Touch him, but no sucking or you’re not cumming.”

A small “yes'' left his mouth before he wrapped his hand around Jisung’s cock, watching him as he threw his head back and grabbed the older’s hair, another moan slipping past his lips. As Minho got to admire his boyfriend sinking down into pleasure, the latest got to contemplate the heavenly sight of your panties pushed to the side, fingers slowly working your wet cunt open. 

“- Finally listening to me. Doesn’t it feel so much better than disobeying ?”

Both of them moaned in response once again, and your smile widened at the sound, your fingers reaching deeper inside of you and making you release a noise too. Seeing them giving in to you was the quickest way to get you relaxed after this stressful work trip. 

“- Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’ve been good Min, you can touch yourself now.”

He didn’t let your words go to waste, immediately wrapping his other hand around his aching cock, whimpering at the feeling, pleasure and relief rushing through his veins.

“- S-Shit ! Feels so good… 

- Is that so ? 

- Y-Yes ! Would feel better if it was yours though…”

You let out a huff, and Minho could feel your disappointed gaze on him, but what he was even more focused on was how he couldn’t help but moan at seeing one more drop of Jisung’s precum hit the floor - such a waste they were not dripping down his throat. Jisung who didn’t care about your conversation by the way, as long as he got someone touching his cock. 

“- I’m being kind and you still find a way to complain ? Do you really want me to punish you ? 

- No, no, no, no ! I promise I can be good !

- Then come over here and show me. Prove me that you’re a good puppy.”

Minho never felt so turned on in his entire life, so he didn’t think twice before abandoning a whiny Jisung behind him as he crawled to you, sitting back on his heels between your legs, looking expectantly at you, silently asking you for permission to finally touch you. 

“- Go on.

- Thank you… thank you…”

You smiled down at him as he slowly took off your heels one after another, then slid down your pants to get a better view of your soaked white laced panties that he got rid off just as quickly. Maybe that having mens at your feet was your biggest kink after all because you’ve never been this wet before. Minho squeezed your thighs before he placed a kiss on your left ankle, slowly leaving a wet trail behind him as he got higher on your legs, sometimes sucking a little harshly on your skin. When he got to your inner thigh, he left a noticeable purple mark, his moans answering yours as you tugged on his hair. He was ready to do the same with your other leg but you yanked him roughly by his hair, inching his face closer to your pussy, his nose almost brushing against your clit. Minho was surrounded by the intoxicating scent of your arousal, his mouth watering at the memory of your taste. 

“- Haven’t I made it clear ? Eat me out.”

Minho immediately licked a strip of your wet folds, whining as your delicious essence filled up his senses. His nails were digging into your thighs, but you didn’t mind the slight pain, just as he didn't mind how roughly you were pulling his hair - in fact, you both loved it. You threw your head back when Minho sucked on your clit then pushed his tongue into you slightly, all the noises he made created a delicious vibration against your core that had you release one or two whimpers. But your focus shifted to Jisung when you heard him whine as he squirmed in place, desperate to get touched too. You smiled widely, seeing how tightly he fisted the sheets to keep his hands for himself, thrusting up in the air.

“- Have you been a good boy too Ji ?”

He lifted his head quickly, his teary eyes diving into yours as he nodded his head fervently.

“- Yes ! Yes ! I’ve been so good mommy ! Didn’t touch myself, I promise !

- Good job baby. Time for mommy to reward you hm ?”

Jisung closed his eyes, thinking that he could cum just from your deep, raspy voice praising him. He certainly would have, if you didn’t offer him something even more appealing. 

“- Oh my god, yes please ! I need you so bad, please… 

- Then come here.”

Just like his hyung before, he didn’t waste a second and almost ran to where you were seated, with Minho still eating you out as if he was a man starved, trying to ignore how painfully hard is dick was. You beckoned Jisung to come closer, until he was standing beside you and you could wrap your hand around his pretty cock. The loud moan that escaped him as you did so only made you smile again, loving to see tears spilling out of his eyes and rolling down his puffy cheeks. Having men crying from only your touch was maybe your second biggest kink. 

“- Aah ! Thank you ! Thank you mommy, f-feels so good…”

And having men calling you mommy was the third, without any doubt. However, your smirk was wiped out of your face when Minho buried one of his fingers inside your cunt, a moan leaving you instead. You knew him by heart ; he was jealous of the attention you were giving to Jisung and not him. You scratched his scalp lightly, another muffled sound coming out from him. He couldn’t put up an attitude with you, becoming putty in your hands every time they landed on him in any way.

“- Yeah ? Feels good Ji ?”

The boy only answered you with a high-pitched moan, one of his hands gripping your breast, just needing something to ground himself in reality. Because you were making him crazy, he was losing his mind over you and how good your touch felt. No coherent thoughts were crossing his brain anymore, the only one invading all his senses being you. 

“- So fucked out and you didn’t even put your dick in me…”

You knew Jisung could and would fuck you good, so good when you’ll let him. But for now, having him leaking precum from only your hand and the view of Minho devouring your cunt was enough to bring him close to the edge. It was also very tempting to put him in your mouth, but the man between your thighs was going feral, bringing you close to the edge. He added a second finger, stretching you out just like you loved, licking all the juices that were leaking out of your cunt. He needed more, more and more of your arousal. But he also needed you to touch him, whatever it was, he needed it. Minho lifted his head, his glossy eyes diving in your lust filled ones, his chin and lips covered in your essence.

“- Can you touch me, please ? I’ve been good for you…”

His hands were squeezing your thighs hard while your own, which wasn’t busy jerking Jisung off, came down to stroke his cheek. Minho sighed in relief to the feeling, leaning even more in your touch.

“- Mmh… It’s true, you’ve been such a good boy for me, eating me out and not complaining, and you’re even begging me… But aren’t you forgetting something baby ?”

His face was already flushed and hot, but at the thought of the words only, he felt his cheeks grow warmer. Jisung never felt any shame in calling you that, but it still got Minho all shy, and it was the very reason why you asked him to do it. Because you loved to see him like that : on his knees for you, totally giving in to you.

“- Please mommy… Touch me…”

The smile stretching your lips was worth it, and even more when he felt your foot caressing his thigh, reaching higher and higher until you pressed lightly against his cock. And the sinful moan Minho let out ravished your ears. Without you needing to ask this time, he dived back into your cunt, and it was your turn to moan loudly, your foot moving deliciously against Minho’s length and your hand still squeezing Jisung’s cock. The three of you were working in sync, your whimpers and whines mixing to create a filthy symphony. 

Jisung was the first to cum, letting out a broken cry of your name as he did so, the sticky substance landing on your cheek and lips. You continued to squeeze his cock, milking him dry and slightly overstimulating him as he was still very sensitive. And seeing him in such a state of desperation paired with Minho’s skilled tongue and fingers pushed you over the edge too. You unconsciously pressed your foot harder against his cock, making him whimper louder, and you felt it twitch before his release was covering your skin just a moment after. 

All of you needed several minutes to come down from your highs, the only sound being your heavy breathings. When you regained enough consciousness to open your eyes again, it was to be struck by the vision of your two boyfriend’s fucked out faces, still in their own little worlds. A mischievous smile blossomed on your face, because you were certainly not finished torturing them now that you discovered how pliant they could be. So you nudged Minho’s face that was still resting against your thigh, getting him to lift his head and look at you with the softest eyes and you almost felt guilty for what you were going to do - almost being the key word.

“- You made a mess baby, didn’t you ?”

Simply looking down at your feet covered in his cum made him hard again. Minho only answered your question with a shaky “yes”. 

“- Then you’re gonna clean it up. Lick it off.”

Without uttering a word, Minho grabbed your ankle to bring your feet to his mouth and he didn’t hesitate to eat his own cum, under Jisung’s intense gaze, who seemed completely out of it. However, all you needed to get his attention back was to point at your cheek that was also covered in cum. In the blink of an eye, he was greedily licking it off of you, and you couldn’t have felt better than with your two men all over you - and it was only the start.

As you layed in bed between Minho and Jisung, you finally felt at peace for the first time since the beginning of this stressful week. You pecked Minho’s forehead and Jisung’s nose before snuggling even closer to them, if that was even possible. 

“- I’m sorry for being so rude, I hope it wasn’t too much.”

Jisung chuckled, his fingers coming down to trace random patterns on the exposed skin of your shoulders. 

“- Don’t worry baby, we would have let you know if it was.”

Minho nobbed at the other boy's words, not lifting his head from where it was nuzzled in your neck. 

“- It was really good actually.”

The warmth radiating from his face was enough of a hint for you to know that he was blushing again, making you smile softly as you closed your eyes, ready to drift to sleep.

“- I missed you even if you’re two little brats.”

And something was telling you that now that they had a taste of your dominant side, they would test your limits even more.

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What are your thoughts on Rosenet? They’re honestly so cute but unfortunately they’re super underrated, and show doesn’t really delve much into their relationship either, which means most people often leave out Garnet from their Rose analysises and vice versa 😓

a post about rose & garnet’s dynamic

(because yes, it should be talked about !)

empathy.

“Rose wanted to give everybody the kind of environment she didn’t have, but everything about her is about who she didn’t want to be.” —Rebecca Sugar, Rebecca Sugar Says Goodbye to Steven Universe

“Your mother had healing tears that flowed from her gem. She felt real love for those around her. She felt real sorrow when they were hurt.” —Garnet, Indirect Kiss

throughout her time with rose, garnet always perceived rose as caring and accepting. what she didn’t realize was just how much rose understood her.

rose’s care did not only come from a place of kindness; she related to her.

she never looked at homeworld the way she was expected to. no gem was inferior to her; every life was worth protecting in her eyes, as seen in now we’re only falling apart when she wanted to stop the colony she fought for because she learned that it would harm humans.

whenever she was herself, her genuine self, she endured significant pain through a variety of different punishments. she lived in fear and she hated homeworld. as rose, living on earth, she could finally be herself and work toward everything she believed in.

at the same time, she lived in fear that the diamonds would eventually find her. she lived in guilt because no one other than (a very concerned) pearl knew about this secret. she was thinking about it. a lot. homeworld had such a harmful and unfair structure, and to live as a crystal gem meant not only a physical escape, but also an entire mental escape from the memories and the society.

“No more questions. Don’t ever question this. You already are the answer.” —Rose, The Answer

in the scene prior to this, rose was worried about garnet’s physical safety. she didn’t want her to be punished for existing. she knew, in a different sense, what that felt like.

once she knew that she was physically safe, rose focused on garnet’s mind.

garnet was unaware that rose’s mind was not a great place to be. the truth was, rose never wanted garnet to feel the way that she felt.

(rose was made to feel guilty, made to feel bad and wrong, long before she had anything to truly feel guilty about)

she saw the way that the crowd looked at her from the moment she first opened her eyes. after years of being out of place in homeworld and then being told things like, “you only make things worse” from white diamond, she never wanted that crowd to have a lasting impact on garnet. she wanted garnet to love and accept herself.

this also demonstrated that rose wanted garnet to be part of the new life she was building on earth. this was her way of saying, “let’s live how we want to live, together, and never look back.”

in rose’s eyes, only cruel gems from homeworld could make garnet question something that makes her feel happy and secure. & rose wanted to be different. she was different.

this scene showed just how much she cared about her and related to her, on an incredibly deep level.

[Image Description: This image depicts Rose Quartz, Pearl, and Garnet as they meet in “The Answer.” In the center, Rose Quartz is holding the hands of Garnet. To the left of Rose Quartz, Pearl stands, watching the interaction. The background is a vibrant forest with purple, pink, and blue hues, along with flower petals and bushes on the ground. End of Image Description.]

admiration.

“This whole time, we thought we were following her, but she was following us. How could she not after you swept her off her feet?” —Sapphire, Now We’re Only Falling Apart

“One thing I find really interesting is that the way she idolized everyone around her was very sincere. She thought everyone around her was so much better than she was. So people would be drawn to her, Gems would be drawn to her, and I don’t know if they would necessarily realize that she was worshiping them, which was compounding her own sadness at the feeling that she couldn’t connect with them.” — Rebecca Sugar, Rebecca Sugar Says Goodbye to Steven Universe

all of the crystal gems perceived rose differently, and all of them never really knew just how much they meant to rose.

amethyst saw rose as a hero and looked up to her when she was actually a hero to rose. a true quartz, from earth, who became a crystal gem. she was everything rose wished she could have been; genuine, living without this sense of guilt that rose always had. pearl saw rose as someone she needed to constantly protect, and she could never quite understand why that caused so many arguments during the war. seeing steven & connie in sworn to the sword, she learned that the only reason for the argument was because she wanted to protect pearl, too (hence the little, “she made me feel like i was everything” epiphany).

of course, garnet never questioned rose’s choices. the first choice she saw rose make …saved her life. it involved literally leaving the battlefield when she could have hurt a very confused garnet, and then later on, protecting garnet and wanting to live with her despite the fact that they were initially on different sides (she taught her that they actually were on the same side).

she loved being garnet, and rose was always there to love that garnet was being garnet.

garnet felt a sense of security with rose as a leader, while rose felt a sense of security with her. yes, her title was the leader, but she barely saw herself as one. the truth is, she didn’t know what she would do without them. she admired amethyst’s warmth & sincerity, pearl’s intelligence & courage, and garnet’s wisdom & power, really. not just her physical strength, but how comfortable and sure of herself she became once she began living as herself. she was also fascinated with garnet’s ability to see the future; garnet’s abilities in general, as a fusion of two different gems.

i always thought that rose felt like garnet held them all together. the same way that a fusion is held together, she kept everyone close, she kept this sense of stability even as they all went through difficult situations.

[Image Description: This image depicts Rose holding Pearl and Garnet. One of her arms is around Pearl while the other is around Garnet, and they lean against her as she protects them, her eyes shut tight. Behind them is Rose’s pink shield, and behind the shield is the starry night sky. In the sky are three bright lights, as the diamonds are about to attack Earth. End of Image Description.]

love.

“But I am even more than the two of them. Everything they care about is what I am. I am their fury, I am their patience/ I am a conversation… I am made of love!” — Garnet, lyrics to Stronger Than You

something that is very special about the song love like you is that it is not about any character in particular. sugar gives us room to associate the song with different relationships and characters because it’s simultaneously about no one and everyone. it can be about all kinds of love: platonic, romantic, family.

i’ve already written an analysis on how it fits for pearl from rose’s perspective. my other favourite ways to listen to the song ? connie from steven’s perspective, ruby from sapphire’s perspective, and after now we’re only falling apart, garnet from rose’s perspective, too.

in her old environment, while she lived as a diamond, rose was never able to properly love and be loved. those choices were made for her.

the diamonds had rules about everything. these gems are supposed to serve these gems. pink, interact with this gem THIS way. these gems are inferior, these gems are superior. no one could connect on an emotional level and nothing was ever about choosing to be around someone. it was incredibly isolating.

but then, pearl taught rose what love felt like, while garnet taught rose what love looked like.

she gave pearl a choice to stay with her & fight or leave & be safe, and pearl argued with this (“but i want to!”). pearl was the first to teach rose about what love felt like. but it was all very new and perplexing and difficult to understand.

garnet literally demonstrated love for rose. she helped rose identify what love looked like, reinforced the fact that it’s something worth fighting for. and you don’t have to understand it, you don’t have to question it, love is simply both powerful and pure.

& then they built their own dynamic, all because they chose to do so.

garnet was everything she believed in. not only did fusion between two different gems go against homeworld’s beliefs and system, fusions before were only between such gems as, for example, the rubies before a fight. this fusion was different; it was the result of care and protection.

garnet was made of love.

this is something that garnet remembers whenever she needs encouragement, and i have a feeling that rose said this to her quite often.

rose said this (adorable) line to pearl after witnessing garnet’s fusion:

“A fusion between two completely different gems! Can all gems do that? How have I never heard of this? I’ve only ever heard that it’s… unheard of.” — Rose, Now We’re Only Falling Apart.

this was followed by pearl attempting to fuse with her. along with nearly fusing for the first time, they had a conversation about how they felt. the fusion was a big deal, for obvious reasons, but so was the conversation. because of rose’s trauma and history of isolation, she struggled with communication. because of pearl’s trauma, she was, at the time, nervous about communication.

garnet didn’t merely show rose fusion as the ultimate connection between gems… she demonstrated that it requires trust and communication. as she said, “i am a conversation.”

we all know that rose continued to struggle with communication and accepting love. she struggled with relationships but she did learn, however, about what love was and how to recognize love.

(sugar said she “couldn’t stand herself,” so unfortunately, despite constantly encouraging garnet & other gems & humans to love themselves, she couldn’t love herself and she didn’t think she was worthy of love a lot of the time because of complex guilt and trauma.)

rose’s personal pain aside, garnet was clearly a significant part of rose’s understanding of something so vital, special, and complicated. as much as it could be, it was healing, too, considering her past.

[Image Description: This image is completely blue, as it is Pearl’s hologram of a memory of Rose, Pearl, and Garnet. Rose has lifted Garnet up and her other hand is in a fist, and it appears that she is cheering. She looks up at Garnet, one of her eyes closed like a wink. Pearl stands beside them, and they are all laughing.]

grief.

garnet is an incredible part of steven’s support system.

we didn’t see her grief very often, following rose’s death. she knew that she held the group together, and she knew that rose would have wanted her to continue to do this at a time when it was needed most: after she died.

she knew that amethyst had trouble making sense of everything that happened along with what she was feeling as she grieved. she knew that pearl was… well, being incredibly strong. it was kind of amazing that she was still living with them and going on missions despite the fact that 10-20 years is a very early stage of grief for gems who live for thousands of years. she knew that steven was a new crystal gem, and she worked on building this very new bond between the gems all while she went through her own grief.

she absolutely did this for rose. i wouldn’t be surprised if rose told her to take care of them, to keep the love between the crystal gems alive and to help steven be part of it. and he absolutely was. they all formed beautiful individual bonds with steven, and they all stayed close as a group.

of course, garnet was upset when she learned that rose lied to her and was actually pink diamond. for the first time, after years of stability, she began to question everything again.

but she learned that rose was honest about her feelings toward her. rose meant it when she said that garnet was made of love. the lie was all about issues that were related to rose.

instead of following a dishonest leader, garnet felt comfortable after she learned that instead, rose had her own personal flaws but she felt inspired by her and followed her. the pain came from the war and the fact that she felt so sure of how everything was. at the end of the day, she understood that she couldn’t have known. rose was dishonest about herself, but she was always honest about garnet. again, she had good intentions and she loved others but she couldn’t love herself.

& lastly…

i love asks, so thank you so much for this question 🩷🩷🩷

you are so welcome to send me asks anytime !!

if you ship rose with garnet romantically, and you were wondering what i thought of the ship…

i always saw garnet & rose as being one of my favourite platonic ships. the current fic i’m writing has a moment where they’re one-on-one, but they bond platonically.

but i need you folks to all know that i am the type of pearlrose lover who does not hate the other ships and characters.

in fact, i find that i understand so many of rose and pearl’s other ships ! i love so much of the fanart and i can see the unique ways as to why a certain ship would be cute. hey, i know what it’s like to have your favourite ship be misunderstood and unnecessarily hated on !!

i am curious to hear what you like about rosenet, in any way you love them !

something i love about steven universe is that the creators give us room for interpretation. it’s fiction, so we can all make the stories our own and bond with others about what we love and headcanons we have and it’s all incredibly comforting. 🩷🩷🩷

[rikiws]

꩜ where words fail.

jungwon x gn!reader ┆established relationship, angst

꩜ jungwon was sorry: so so sorry. But he had no way other than this to tell you so.

warnings: implications of death, Jungwon believes it’s his fault

ps: totally not a distraction while I write webb and flow, also the internet went out right as I was about to post this last night sigh

. . .under the cut! ⊹ [0.5k words]

White tulips; that was your favourite. Jungwon cut them all by the stem, gently placing them into a bucket of water to his side as if they were made of glass. He didn’t want a single one to bruise, not a single tear, not a speck of soil on the carefully crafted petals. His flowers were special to him, especially when they went to someone who felt even more special.

Jungwon knew he sucked, he knew he was an asshole, but he never thought he could hurt you this horribly. Or maybe he did, maybe his rare moments of pessimism were right: that one day you would leave for good, and Jungwon would have nothing to blame but himself.

No. He had work to do, he still needed to pick out a few other flowers, and replant some more tulip buds, then he’d need to pick off the weeds that grew on his flower bed- but Jungwon cried instead. He always boasted to you that he wasn’t a big crier- which he truly wasn’t. He had nothing to cry about when he knew that you’d be there to make him smile right after. But now that you weren’t here, Jungwon had nothing to look forward to.

Jungwon sobbed for the first time. For the first time, he felt a sharp lump in his throat that he desperately tried to cough out, this time, he needed to lean on his arms as he watered the long forgotten tulip buds with his tears. Jungwon didn’t care for his muddy hands, he only wiped his tears away hopelessly as he continued to work, smearing the dirt onto his cheeks- he didn’t care.

He snipped off a few violets “I really love you, with all my heart.” He picked off a couple of daisies “You shouldn’t forgive me.” He cut off a handful of peonies “I hate what I did to you, I hate me.” Jungwon picked the best of his purple hyacinths. You were his Hyacinthus, someone he cared for so much, yet Jungwon lost you to his thoughtlessness. Now he was only left to admire the ethereal purple petals that only reminded him of the happiness he had destroyed: “I’m sorry.”

He carefully placed each blossom in a breath-taking bouquet arrangement: a dynamic expression of his mourning- yet something was missing. Jungwon placed a single white lily in the empty space at the centre.

“I miss you.”

Jungwon went to go see you, setting the pristine bouquet on the grass where you lay, left to wilt as you had many months ago. Taking a deep breath after finally calming down, and sitting on the knees of his muddied jeans, Jungwon outstretched a shaky hand to take his phone and send a message.

“I hope you like the flowers baby :)”

Jungwon scrolled through the sea of unseen blue text messages, all to reach one grey speech bubble, that he would always read of you. It was the moment right before you slipped through his fingers, if only Jungwon had just come downstairs a little faster- maybe it would have been you in a bouquet while he rested for eternity. He liked that idea more than losing you.

“Don’t worry wonnie, I’m always safe with you!”

Jungwon couldn’t stop himself from crying all over again.

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Heyoo, sooo I would like to ask for the prompt from day one, one from Phantom with the gn reader if it's not inconvenient, I was thinking the reader being an angel? I think their dynamic would be really cute, Well anyway I thank you, your writing is really very good and reading what you write really makes me very happy, I hope you are having a great day/night! <3

Safer With The Enemy

Pairings: Phantom X GN!Angel!Reader

Type: Hurt/comfort

Summary: An angel crashes into the garden, and a curious ghoul comes to help.

Warnings: Reader is injured (injuries are not described in detail -- only mentioned as cuts and scratches), blood/cuts, general anxiety, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 951

Notes: Read here on ao3. Also thank you so much <3 I'm so happy you enjoy my writing!!

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In his defense, Phantom has never seen a horror movie. He doesn’t know the rules of them. He doesn’t know that you shouldn’t follow the mysterious, sickeningly sweet scent, or the random whimpering from an unknown source. He does know that he shouldn’t call out “Who’s there?” when he enters the garden, stalking toward the mysterious being.

In his defense, he also doesn’t know shit about angels. All he knows is that suddenly, he sees a warm light radiating off of the rose bushes Mountain planted not too long ago, and rushes over to it. He stumbles and curses when he sees you, sitting there, covered in…gold?

“W-who are you?” You whimper, clutching your arms to your body, and wrapping your wings around as well to keep yourself protected. His features were…odd. His skin was almost gray, yet somehow also purple with a few white splotches here and there. He had horns like obsidian with stars scattered through, glowing purple eyes, claws, and a tail. You gasped and looked at him with horror. “G-get away!” You screamed, shuffling back into the bushes, slicing yourself on the thorns.

“Hey, hey, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said gently, bending down in front of you and reaching out his clawed hands.

“I said get away! Don’t touch me!” You screamed, trying to sound assertive, though your voice trembled, giving away your fear.

Phantom backed up at the yell, falling flat on his ass. You watched him with close eyes. “I…are you an angel? I’ve never seen an angel this close,” he murmured, his eyes sparkling in excitement as he sat up, crawling closer as he took in the sight of you.

“Please…please don’t hurt me,” you whispered, realizing he wasn’t going to leave you alone. He reached a hand out, which caused you to flinch. “Please…” it was barely audible, but he heard it.

“Can I touch you?” He asked gently. You lifted your head and looked at him in surprise. He was asking? Demons never asked. They only took. You nodded, and he gently took both of your hands in his. “You’re hurt,” he stated, looking at the gold that was leaking from the scratches on your arms – eventually he realized it was your blood.

You didn’t respond, keeping a careful eye on him as he gently caressed around your cuts, causing you to flinch.

“I’m sorry,” he said, retracing his wandering fingers. “Can I bring you inside? I might have some things that might help you.” His tone was gentle, and it didn’t seem as if he would hurt you, so you reluctantly nodded.

He lifted you, being careful of your wings, then walked toward the ghoul den. It was cold while walking through the damp, stone halls of the Ministry, so you clung to him as tight as you could considering your injuries, trying to keep warm.

He was careful to keep quiet as he slipped into his room, hoping not to wake the other ghouls, even though the scent of you was enough to have any ghoul running. He wasn’t sure they would react kindly to an angel being in their den. He laid you on his bed, your wings spread against the pillows, then locked every entrance to his room, closing the blinds, keeping you safe.

You looked somehow exhausted and ethereal at the same time. You were clearly scratched and hurt all over, but there was something about you that was just so beautiful and enticing.

“I’ll be right back…um…I– shit. I don’t know what I’m doing,” he said, looking around nervously for something to help. “Towels. I can clean your cuts off,” he said. “I’ll be back.”

You wanted him to stay, but didn’t have the energy to protest as he slipped into the bathroom, coming out a few minutes later with multiple wash rags, some damp and some dry. “You’re nice,” you mumbled, sounding as though you would pass out soon. He realized your eyes were heavy lidded and frowned.

“Are you able to stay awake, Angel?” He asked as he gently began dabbing the cuts, looking amazed as the shimmery liquid spilled from your veins, staining the black cotton. You nodded, but your eyes were closed. You hissed as he continued to clean a particularly painful cut. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay…hurts.”

He hummed in response, continuing to clean you off. Once your arms were mostly cleaned, despite some cuts refusing to stop bleeding, he examined the rest of you. “Hey, Angel? Can I get you into a bath and clean you up a bit?”

“Don’t move…” You tried grabbing his arm, trying not to let him move you or let him leave.

“Okay, okay,” he said, sitting next to you. “Bath later…do you just want to lay here for a bit? Get some more strength?”

You nodded, then your hand trailed down his forearm, resting on his hand. He sucked in a breath as you moved his hand so that you could intertwine your fingers with his.

“Thank you,” you whispered, trying to get your grip to tighten, though you didn’t have the strength to do so.

“Of course, Angel. I’ll stay with you as long as you like.” He brushed some hair from your face, and you smiled as you fell asleep, your hand going limp in his.

The only signs of life in you were the slow rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers twitched as he squeezed your hand, not wanting to let you go – terrified of you fading away – and your wings which were slowly fading to black.

He laid next to you, being careful of your wings, and held you. Protected you. Kept you safe.

[stagnation-if]

hello, hello! can we please have some descriptions of what the ros look like and what their dynamics will be with mc? or can be if we get multiple personality types with mc! thank you!

Here you go!

Below the cut because it's long lol kgkskf

I don't have time atm but I'll make a proper intro for all the ros

Dawn

Hair: messy and ear-length (she cut it after a Saturday night meltdown a while back). Half of it is dyed purple, and the other half is naturally black Eyes: Dark brown. Dawn uses contact lenses Height: 163 cm Build: Scrawny Skin: Honey brown Race: Southeast Asian Other: Dawn has a few piercings. Her arms are covered in tattoos.

Personality: resilient, quick-witted and determined. Dawn knows what she wants (to get rid of Seth) and she knows how to get it (using MC). She's never hidden her intentions, or lied about her objective. Dawn's distaste for deities is evident since the moment MC meets her, and she seems to faintly rejoice in reminding them. A very intelligent woman, Dawn loves street racing and causing some trouble online. She ‘works’ as a hacker.

Tropes: Rivals to friends to lovers, Forced proximity, (possible) Rivals with benefits.

Bruno

Hair: cropped short, dark brown/nearly black hair. Eyes: Light brown. Bruno uses glasses. Height: 181 cm Build: Average and soft, a bit chubby Skin: Bronze Race: half Hispanic, half East Asian

Personality: neurotic, idealistic and uptight. Otherwise known as MC's companion in jail, Bruno has been recently caught for a crime that is a product of his own very uncharacteristic and rare ambition: knowledge. He's a very intelligent individual, although not particularly assertive. This historian and divorced dad knows more about MC than he lets on, though Bruno insists he was just at the wrong time at the wrong time.

Tropes: Devotee/Worshipper X Deity, (Bruno's) Strangers to friends to lovers, Parent RO.

A Moonless

Hair: long (f!A, middle back / m!A and nb!A, shoulder-length), jellyfish cut. It's naturally brown with a colorfully dyed front. Eyes: Hazel. Height: f!A and nb!A, 170cm / m!A, 177cm. Build: Skinny Skin: Tan Race: Indigenous (unknown) Other: A has a few tattoos on their arms and legs.

Personality: caring, playful and a bit temperamental. Despite their new, much more modern look, A is and acts just like a human MC once knew and loved, Zain. A is protective of those they care about, and they're never afraid to speak their mind. They're Dawn's coworker at the Speakeasy, where VR services are offered to its clients.

Tropes: One-sided (MC) pining, Apparently reincarnated old flame/friend.

A’s hair inspo:

Vex

Hair: Buzz cut. Eyes: Naturally light brown, V has modified them to have synth eyes (they're a very pale green, with a faint glow). Height: 186 cm Build: Athletic Skin: Honey brown Race: Southeast Asian Other: More than half of V’s body has been modified. Their arms and legs are synthetic.

Personality: dependable, loyal and stoic. Vex is Dawn's older sibling, and while their relationship is not at its best, Dawn will always be V’s sole priority. They might not be the most affectionate person in the world, but when Vex cares they're willing to defy every norm they so dutifully abide. They've worked as a law enforcer for Lord Seth and the government for a few years.

Tropes: (V's) First love, Mutual pining, Slow burn.

Eris

Hair: coiled light brown afro. People know and recognize Eris by the wigs she wears, among which a white shoulder-length bob is the most iconic. Eyes: Dark brown. Eris often uses colored contact lenses (mostly pink, white and blue). Height: 173 cm Build: Skinny and slightly lean Skin: Ebony Race: Black Other: Eris has a few body modifications. Her left arm isn't flesh but metal.

Personality: charming, humorous and flirty. Eris (real name: Estelle Lawrence) is a celebrity in every sense of the word. She knows just what to say and how to say it, she's likable, friendly and very talkative. Beneath the public persona everyone adores, Eris is a complete mystery.

Tropes: Strangers to friends to lovers, (optional) friends with benefits, (optional, stc) Fake relationship.

Seth

Hair: long dark brown, with a few braids Eyes: light brown with golden specks Height: 193 cm Build: Lean, very muscled Skin: Olive Race: Middle Eastern Other: has a short beard

Personality: blunt, practical, and very reckless. Seth acts before he thinks (a trait that he and everyone find quite inconvenient) and seems to hate planning ahead. The God of War has a very dry/deadpan sense of humor. MC remembered him to be more outgoing, but Seth’s cold-hearted reputation precedes him.

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, Immortal love, Wrong place wrong time, (possible) ex-friend or ex-crush.

[13as07]

Ours #7

(Shikamaru Nara)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pnpk 1013]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,404

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

DDLG Themes: Financial Control, Diet Control

DDLG dynamic explanation

Spanking

Also, Choji is 100% someone who'd call everyone chica regardless of age or gender

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     My shoes eagerly tap against the pavement as I race forward, beelining toward Choji. A sigh and a 'Be careful!' spill from Shikamaru as he strolls after me, eyes glancing around for possible dangers he's not going to find.

"Cho!" I cheer, body slamming into the man who barely moves from my actions. "I didn't you were coming too!"

"Naruto invited me this morning. He didn't want to third wheel," he explains, lifting me off my feet a bit before settling me in front of his friend. "You shouldn't be running ahead like that. What if something happened?"

I groan, leaning into Shikamaru as I do so. "You two seem to forget I'm a Shinobi too."

"I haven't forgotten. You're a... decent Shinobi."

"My apologies Mr Jonin. Not all of us are born with massive heads and big brains," I tease back, poking fun at Shika's higher ranking.

Naruto laughs at my joke, his obnoxiously white teeth standing out just as much as his whiskers. "The Mrs has the mouth to keep up with your insults, doesn't she Shikamaru?"

"Ya, she does," he mumbles, a hint of a smile on his face. "This is already a drag. Let's get going," he grumbles, fixing our placement on the road so I'm stuck between the line of buildings and himself.

As we walk, Cho and Naruto chill behind us and Shika occasionally bumps into me, shifting me closer to the buildings. "What's Shikamaru doing?" Naruto - attempts - to whisper, his closeness and lack of a quieter level making it easy to pick up on his words.

Choji lets out a hum, turning toward the blonde boy before shifting his focus to Shika. "He doesn't like it when he's not between the Mrs and the open public, so she's usually closest to the side."

"Oh," Naruto mumbles, confusion laced in his tone. "That's a little weird."

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"This is such a drag," Shika grumbles, the voice making it to me despite the distance between us. The curtain of his dressing room snaps open, the rings on the bar shrieking as they're shifted. "What about this one?" He asks, walking out of the small room to show us the dress shirt he chose to try on.

"You look handsome in that too," I tell him, sending him a smile.

"You think I look handsome in everything," he grumbles, turning to check himself in the mirror.

"No, you don't. I think you look flushed out in purple and yellow makes your skin tone look like that of a ghost's," I counter, letting my eyes crawl up and down his back. "I liked the shirt you tried on before this one better."

"I second that," Cho pipes up from his stretched-out spot in one of the dressing room chairs.

"I'll get that one then," Shika murmurs, heading back behind his dressing curtain. "Pretty Girl?" He calls over the sound of shuffling clothes. "Can you go find Naruto for me?"

"Why?"

Shika pokes his head out from the curtain, exposing some of his chest and some of the love nicks I littered on them. "He's an idiot that dresses in bright orange most of the time. He doesn't get to pick out his formal attire."

"Ya, I can do that for you," I utter, my eyes ping-ponging between the dark shading of Shikamaru's chest.

Choji chuckles, sending a knowing glance toward his friend and getting a glare back before Shika disappears behind the curtain again. "Somebody had a good night last night," he teases, sending his knowing glance my way this time.

"Jealous much, Cho?" I tease back, standing up and glancing around the shop in search of Shika's fox friend.

"No, at the rate you two are on each other, I'm pretty sure my dick would be permanently deflated by day three."

We both laugh at that, my eyes snagging on the pointed tips of Naruto's hair. "I'll be back," I mutter, heading in the direction of said fox-n-friend. It doesn't take long for me to end up behind him, Naruto still unaware as he looks at the different bracelets, a pile of dress shirts, and slacks in his arms. "Naruto!"

     "Hey!" He barks out, turning around with his signature toothy smile on his face. "You a scared me a bit, Mini Nara."

     "Don't call me that," I tell him, a smile on my face as well, hoping to come off gentle and not angry. I'm not upset by it, it just tickles my nerves on occasion; this being one of those occasions. "I love Shikamaru and I love getting to be his wife soon, being known as his wife, but I'm still a separate person from him."

     "I didn't mean anything by it, you two just seem..." he lets out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. "Is Shikamaru done trying on clothes now?"

     "Ya, he is. He sent me out to find you so you could try on a few shirts and such."

     "Well, lead the way," Naruto says, the nervousness gone from his voice.

     I do just that, slowly heading back towards the dressing rooms, taking my time as I walk so I can look at the different items littering the shelves. A layered chain necklace catches my attention, making me stop in my tracks. I toy with the jewelry, testing out the weight and feel of it.

"What are you looking at?" Naruto asks, his head peeking over my shoulder. "Oh! That's pretty!"

"I think so too," I mutter, flipping the price tag. The necklace is only three thousand yen, but it's towards the end of the month so my allowance for unneeded personal items is pretty low. I tug it off its rack, deciding the worst that can happen is Shikamaru telling me no.

"Shika! Shika, Shika, Shika," I call, finishing my walk towards the other half of our group, Naruto and his bundle of clothes in tow.

"Pretty Girl, Pretty Girl, Pretty Girl," he calls back, tipping his head back in the chair he's slouched in. "What did you find?"

"A fox," I tease, pointing at Naruto before shaking the necklace I found. "And this pretty necklace." I lean against the chair Shikamaru is sitting in, dangling my necklace in front of his face so he can see it better.

"How much is it?" He asks, taking the jewelry from me before he turns it over. "No."

"Why?" I whine, snatching it back from him. "It's only three thousand yen."

"Ya, five hundred yen over your allowance," Shika explains, gripping my arm to tug me around the chair.

"Please?" I continue to whine, settling in the position Shikamaru has put me in. My legs are sandwiched between his, my butt resting on his leg so I'm sitting in his lap. "It's only five hundred yen over. Please? Shika!"

"I told you no. Now stop being an unpretty girl," he groans, a hand sliding against my hip, his fingertips rubbing against my side as a warning to pipe down my whining.

"Sir, please - "

Tap, tap, tap.

" - ah!" I whine, popping out a pout as I wrap my fingers around Shikamaru's that are rubbing against my new sore spot. "I'll come back tomorrow and buy it by myself then."

Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap -

Naruto springs forward, latching to Shika's wrist and tugging it away from me. "It's not that big of a deal, Shikamaru. It's only five hundred yen over her... allowance," he says the word like he's not sure if it's real or not. "If it's that big of a deal I'll pay the difference."

Shika shakes his wrist loose, his touch jumping back to soothe my aching skin. "No, she's not getting it. She has an allowance for a reason and she's not allowed to go over that allowance. You're not getting it," he reiterates, digging his fingers into my hip harder.

"But Shika," I start, reaching up to toy with the ends of his ponytail. "It would look so good with the wedding dress ideas I have. I'm going to ask Ino and Hinata to go dress shopping with me while you're away with Lord Sixth."

With that little play, I know I won. At the moment, the only thing Shikamaru craves more than his cigarettes is seeing me walking down the aisle and exchanging our vows. "Well..." he starts, shifting his legs around, making me move around because of it too. "Fine, but you're not wearing it until you go dress shopping."

     I squirm in his lap because of my excitement, eagerly snatching his wallet when he takes it out of his pocket. I quickly scurry up to the register, paying for my new necklace before Shikamaru has the chance to change his mind. Finally, I won against him instead of losing like usual.

     I thank the cashier, taking my new jewelry, and recite before heading back toward my group. "Shikamaru!"

     "Pretty Girl," he hums, hands wrapping around my waist as I settle back into my place.

     "You should put my new necklace on," I mutter, dangling it in front of his face again.

“Wait until you try on dresses. That’s the only reason you got it. Stop testing your limits, it makes you a very unpretty girl.”

I lean forward, resting my lips near his ear. “But think of how pretty it’ll look dangling in your face as I ride you.”

Shikamaru’s jaw locks, hands clinging to me as he lets out a long, deep sigh. “You are a spoiled brat,” he grumbles, unpacking my necklace before sliding it around my neck. “Now behave yourself while we help Naruto pick out clothes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

As if Naruto’s ears were ringing, a curtain rips open, the blonde boy strutting out in a mismatched outfit. “So, what do you guys think?” He asks, doing a little circle before checking himself out in the mirror.

“Naruto,” Shika groans, scrunching his eyes as he pinches his nose. “I knew this was going to be a drag, but I didn’t know it was going to be this lame.”

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I stroll down the road, safely tucked to the side like usual, but this time it's Choji on my other side with Naruto and Shikamaru walking in front of us. Cho's stomach has been growling for a couple of minutes, meaning any minute now he'll ask to stop for snacks.

"Hey, Shikamaru?" Choji calls as if he can read my thoughts. "We should pop into a store. I'm getting the munchies."

Shika sighs but does lift his head, spinning it around slowly in search of a stop. "Alright, this way," he grumbles, reaching behind him to grab my hand before he starts crossing the road. I'm happily led forward, excitement evident in the bounce to my step. "Don't trail too far away," he orders, tugging me forward so I'm led through the door with him following.

"Yes Sir!" I chirp, already eyeing the different snacks stacked in the convenience store.

Once Shika does his look over the store, he lets me go so I can walk around. "Only one sugary snack," he calls after me as I walk toward the coolers.

"Yes Sir," I repeat, settling in front of the selection of ramune. I decide on the strawberry, pulling one from the cooler before strolling away to find Choji or the 'healthy' snack section, whichever comes first.

I come across the snack section first, running into Naruto who's eyeing the seaweed chips. "Oh, hey," he greets, smiling as he looks up at me.

"Hey, Naruto," I greet back, standing next to him to look over the dehydrated fruits. Should I get the apple ones or the mango ones?

"I have a question," he mutters, grabbing the chips he's been looking at. I hum in acknowledgment, grabbing both the apple and mango bags. "Why aren't you getting pocky box? That's usually what you snack on."

"Shika said I could only have one sugary snack and I want a bubble drink more than I want a pocky box," I shortly explain, tossing him a smile as he looks down at me confused.

"Oh..."

"I'm going to go find Shikamaru," I tell him before turning on my heels, set on finding my fiancé so he can pay for my snacks.

     It doesn't take long, the nic addict being two aisles away. "Hey, Pretty Girl," he mutters, resting his arm around me, fingertips clinging to my hip bone as he looks over the different magazines. "What did you decide on?"

     "A strawberry ramune, a bag of apple chunks, and a bag of mango chunks."

     He hums in approval, gently pushing me toward the register. "Let's pay and wait outside for the other two," Shika mumbles, already pulling out his wallet. I do as requested, heading toward the front, resting my stuff on the counter, and then following him outside to wait for our friends.

     Shikamaru takes the free time to smoke a cigarette, the lit stick hanging between his lips as he opens my drink and pops open the apple bag for me. "Pretty girl," he coos, handing the bag to me.

     Giddiness fills me from the praise as I lean against the wall next to him, enjoying my treat as we wait. Half my drink, a few shared apple slices, and most of Shika's cigarette later, the bell above the door rings because Naruto and Choji leaving the store.

     "When are you going to kick that habit?" Cho asks, popping open his bag. He got a bag of potato chips, sparking my interest a bit.

     "Probably never," Shika grumbles, lifting his foot to snuff the spark on his shoe before tossing the dead stick into the trash. "I need to swing by the academy. I have a question for Shino."

     "Off to the academy!" Naruto cheers around a mouthful of the seaweed chips he got.

     "Hey, Cho?" I ask, falling into place next to Shikamaru, the two of us trailing behind our friends.

     "What's up, Chica?"

     "Can I have a handful of your chips?"

     He glances backward, eyes set on Shikamaru for a moment. "If it's fine with Shika then I don't - "

     "What does it matter if Shikamaru is okay with it?" Naruto interrupts, stopping in place, which in turn makes me stop, then Shika, and finally Choji. "She doesn't need permission on what she can and can't eat. If she wants some and Choji doesn't mind sharing that should be the end of the discussion. Shikamaru shouldn't get a say in it."

We all stand there, staring at him and blinking. "Ya, okay," Choji finally says, slowly turning his focus towards Shika. "Can she have some?"

"That's fine. Just a handful or two, she had enough salt with her breakfast this morning," Shikamaru answers, starting up his steps again. With that, Cho dumps a handful of chips into my grasp.

I fall back into stride next to my fiancé, eating my way through my portion of chips. "Hey, Shika?" I ask once I'm done, dusting the crumbs off my hands. He hums, eyes glancing down at me. "Naruto doesn't know that we're..."

"No, I don't think he's picked up on it yet."

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"Shikamaru!" Naruto screams, slamming Shika's office door open before he storms in.

"Naruto," Shika sighs, rubbing his temples as he slowly looks up from his work. "We just spent the whole afternoon together. What could you possibly need from me?"

     "I don't like how you treat your Mrs!" He continues to yell, stamping over to the desk before settling in place on the other side. I sit up straight from the spot I've been lying and reading in. This will be interesting.

     "What?" Shikamaru asks, rubbing his temples faster as if that'll make Naruto disappear.

     "I don't like how you're treating your future wife!" The blonde repeats, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding his head in agreement with himself. "You control too many of her choices. You shouldn't have that much control over your wife's life. She should live it how she wants without you making all her decisions for her."

     Shika relaxes in his chair, leaning back, hands knotted on his chest, and a smug smile on his face. "Oh ya?"

     "Yes! If your lady wants to buy something for herself she should. If she wants to eat something she should be able to without your permission. She is an adult, an independent young lady, and a pretty good chunin." Shika nods his head along with Naruto's rant, his smugness only growing the longer the ramble goes on. "And - "

     "Naruto," Shikamaru interrupts, his eyes flickering toward me to check if I'm paying attention. He softly smiles at me when he notices where my focus is, soon switching his focus back to his friend. "I assure you my lady is more than fine with the ways our relationship works."

     "I don't think she is," Naruto huffs, reinforcing his 'angry face' that mostly makes him look like a smushed dumpling.

     "My Mrs is more than happy with our situation. She's the one that wanted it set up how it is."

     "Why would anyone want someone else making all their decisions for them? Tracking everything they do?"

     Shika hums softly, glancing at me for a second. "Our relationship dynamic helps my Pretty Girl take care of herself. Some side effects of her mental situation make it hard for her to monitor things like her spending, food intake, sleep schedule, and even her self-care. Having a DDLG setup helps her take care of herself and I like taking care of her so it works for the both of us."

     Naruto stays quiet for a second, slowly blinking as he looks at Shikamaru. "D-D-L-G?" He mutters, uncrossing his arms.

     "It stands for daddy dom and little girl. We don't use those titles because they're a little..." Shika scrunches his nose during his stalled speech. "Different names just work better for us."

     "It just sounds like you're controlling her."

     "It's not," Shikamaru mumbles, shifting so his head is propped on his arm. "I just take on a sort of caregiver role. I set up rules and expectations for her, things like healthy eating habits and keeping up on chores and such."

     "So, what? If she doesn't sweep the floor you hit her or whatever?" Naruto mumbles, referring to the taps I got earlier in the day for my meltdown in the store.

     "I don't consider it hitting."

     "Your hand made contact with your fiancé's body. That's hitting."

     Shikamaru shrugs, his eyes falling closed as he thinks over how to explain it. "I don't consider it hitting because if my Pretty Girl ever said stop I would. Instantly. No matter what it is. I don't do anything to her that she's not okay with. Everything I do is stuff she's asked me to do or something we agreed would help her."

     Naruto shifts in his spot for a while, rolling Shika's words over in his head. "So like... you act like... like her dad and... her husband?"

     "Sure, Naruto."

     "And she's fine with it? All of it?" Shikamaru shakes his head yes, letting out a soft sigh as he does so. "And if tomorrow she woke up and went 'I don't want you telling me what I can and can't eat'...?"

     "I wouldn't anymore. Like I said, I don't do anything she doesn't want me to do. Everything is on my Pretty Girl's ruling. It might seem like I'm in charge but I'm not, at all. She's the boss, I'm just here for the ride."

     "Oh... well... that's good," Naruto mumbles, being a bit dumbfounded. "Sorry for meddling."

     Shikamaru shrugs again, a soft smile on his face. "I don't mind. I like knowing I'm not the only one looking out for her. Besides, Choji almost beat my ass the first time he saw me tap her hip so I appreciate you talking to me instead of attacking me."

     "Ah... okay... I'm... I'm going to leave now," Naruto mumbles, pointing toward the door before turning in his heels.

     Once he's out the door, I burst into laughter. "What the actual hell was that?"

     "Naruto at his best," Shikamaru answers, another soft smile on his face. "Come here Pretty Girl, I want to hold you."

     "Yes Sir!" I chirp, jumping up from my spot.

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[dragynkeep]

Why do you think it would've made sense for freezerburn to become canon?

i think they've just had more of an interesting dynamic together, complete with moments where they actually seem to have these in depth talks that we're begging for from the show itself.

weiss is a major part of yang's healing journey when they finally reunite, weiss is also the only one that yang doesn't blame for leaving her because that's not what weiss did & she can acknowledge that. when we finally get their reunification in v5, it's chock full of romantic tropes including "rescuing the princess", "meeting the family", "hand touch to calm your lover down" & the entire scene of raven & yang has weiss as a consistent there to keep her grounded.

even when ruby, yang's own sister, doesn't know how to handle yang's trauma & upset surrounding beacon & blake: weiss does. weiss allows her a space to vent out her feelings before reminding yang that she is there for her.

& it doesn't go just one way, yang is also the only person weiss opens up to about her family history before they go to atlas. yang was also pretty much the only one willing to go toe to toe with weiss on her behaviours that weren't acceptable without having to put her own identity on the line: yang stood up to weiss's overbearing nature in the earlier volumes because she could.

the communication between these two has always been top notch, especially since they were chosen as the doubles for the beacon tournament & even after the vytal festival when blake, yang's supposed love interest, doubts yang & believes that she would be capable of brutally maiming someone: weiss doesn't. weiss immediately gets on blake for even entertaining the idea & that loyalty never wavers in the show, as well as vice versa.

there have been other things like their romantic coded playful bickering in regards to the dance, yang & weiss always seeming to gravitate towards one another whenever they're in a scene together & other things in their designs as well as yellow / blue / white just being the perfect colour scheme. yang's original colour scheme also featured blue instead of purple.

even when you contrast the songs of this ship vs the "canon" ship: looking at "home" vs "all that matters" or even "worthy" in the most recent volume, the tones are completely different.

home plays when yang & weiss reunite & weiss's knight, the protector in a time of great stress, practically floats away because she knows that she's safe with yang. the song itself talks about feeling safety in the other person, finding that feeling of home & security, of not having to wonder or worry about what will happen next.

conversely: all that matters is a song of a traumatized person abandoning their boundaries so the person they cared for won't further harm them emotionally. it's laying down all her self respect & care just so she can try & cling onto them. even the follow up of "worthy" only seems to double down on this in now both of them, that have been so conversely toxic with each other in this relationship versus with other people, are now "worthy" of this love which is such a damaging viewpoint to take.

so yeah, all in all i think freezerburn thrives because it's not written consciously as a canon relationship with romantic undertones, but they are there nonetheless & they're more convincing than whatever we got for the main ship. which only seems to echo what miles has said in a recent cameo where they find writing romance "hard" which. sounds like a skill issue to me lmao.

[radiowallet]

Promise

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Marcus Moreno Summary: Dieter gets a gift while away on location. WC: 1.9K Warnings: 18+ MDNI Sexual content. Exclusive M/M dynamics. Written in third-person POV, male protagonists, allusions to smut, and dirty talk. Mentions of food and drug use. Small angsty moments. Yearning. So much yearning. AU Marcus Moreno (no wife, no Missy). A lot of purple prose and waxing poetic in this one, besties.

A/N: We're back with more of these boys. What can I say? I am obsessed with their dynamic and as long as my broken brain keeps sending me ideas for them, I intend to keep writing them down. Big thanks to @magpie-to-the-morning and @jazzelsaur who are patient as patient can be while I barge into their DM's to screech about these two soft, vulnerable boys. I love you both.

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The bouquet had been delivered to set, the candy cotton pink petals hard to miss amidst the cranes and cameras and all the rest of the hardware it took to put a film in the can. Everyone had fawned over the flowers from the moment they arrived, their delicate shape a marvel beneath the heat of the Moroccan sun. 

But when the courier called out Dieter’s name, the room almost erupted, everything from squeals of elation to nosy questions being tossed his way. Dieter couldn’t help himself, cheeks warming and chest puffing, as he accepted the vase, the increased attention not only from the crew but also his fellow actors, stroking his ego in a way he couldn’t help but relish in. 

Maybe some would be embarrassed at the sheer honesty in that one single thought but Dieter found peace in the sentiment. Hell, he was an actor. What else was there to say other than the truth in validation, hoping that enough of the attention could one day fix the broken pieces inside his heart. 

“One of your many admirers sending you flowers now, Bravo?” A well-meaning production assistant asks in passing. 

“Something like that,” he hums, taking care to tuck the card into his pocket for later. 

After that, the flowers find a place on the craft service table, and if an extra take or two is needed because Dieter’s eye line strays just a tad too far left no one makes mention of it.

The day is called just as the last of the light is lost, the sun setting far behind the rows and rows of beautiful blue houses. There’s an offer for drinks and dinner brandied about, a few cast and crew breaking away. Dieter quietly bows out, and again, if anyone notices the once infamous party boy choosing a quiet night in over a raucous night out, not a word is said. 

Once back in his hotel room, Dieter is instantly restless, the flowers moving from room to room, the vase twisted left, then right, then right again. Self-doubt starts to dig at the base of his spine, the very beginning of a panic attack creeping up his back, tight and hot and painful, a wicked whisper telling him he should have just gone out, damn all and any consequences. There is only a bouquet of pink peonies in this hotel room to keep the loneliness at bay tonight, and not for the first time, Dieter feels the icy cold fear that he’ll forget all he has waiting for him back home.  

He does his best to ignore it, breathing slowly around the rubber band across his chest, counting each second with the tick of his fingers. One, two, three, four, in. Five, six, seven, eight, out. Twice more is enough to chase the feeling away, giving Dieter the space he needs to finally breathe fully, his head clearing just enough to ground him back to the moment. The blossoms finally find a home right beside his bed, the low light of the bedroom illuminating the pretty pink petals, and only then does he actually start to settle down for good. He fishes the card from his back pocket, dragging his thumb across the seal.

It’s nothing remarkable; a white envelope, only his first initial scratched across the front. But it’s enough to have his cheeks warming all over again, the tip of his nail finally piercing through the thick paper. The card is equally unassuming, but when he opens it up, the words are anything but. 

Dieter reads it over once, then twice, then one more time for good measure, lips moving along with the lines, one promise after another infused to each and every one. It’s enough to have him scrambling for his phone, dialing with shaky hands and a breathless laugh. It only rings once before it clicks over. 

“Hey, baby.”

“The flowers…” Dieter starts, his mind racing faster than he can manage to speak, any sort of coherency lost at the sound of Marcus Moreno’s soft baritone on the other end of the line. 

“They were too much.”

“No! Fuck no!” Dieter is quick to cut the other man off, refusing to let him think that for even a second.  “No, sweet boy. I love them!”

Marcus would do this from time to time, doubt himself and his place by Dieter’s side. It always brings him back to the moment in that lavish hotel room, Marcus’s warm breath painted across his cheek, lips bruised and fingers grasping, when the heroic had admitted that most couldn’t handle it. To this day Dieter can’t help but wonder if he was maybe talking about more than just superpowers.

He thinks maybe Marcus doesn’t realize. That he doesn’t see what it means to possess a heart so big. Bigger than anyone deserved, the weight of it nearly dragging him down, away from the light and into the shadows. The very ones he tries so hard to protect the world from. And Dieter knew that when the man fell, he fell fast. Fully. All of him hanging out on a precarious line, waiting for the other inevitable shoe to drop. 

Dieter wishes he could figure out a way to convince him that both of his feet were firmly planted on the ground. 

There’s a beat of silence and he swears he can hear the words neither of them dare to say. Not yet. Not with things so new. But he can feel them. Always feel them. With each kiss Marcus pressed into his skin, every drag of his fingertips, each scrape of his teeth, there was the promise of an affection too great to imagine. It was there, on the tip of the other man’s tongue, quietly unspoken but still so very very present.

“I love them,” the actor says again, determined to make his point stick this time. 

Marcus hums, and Dieter can almost picture him then and there as if he was sitting beside him on the 1000 thread count duvet in Morocco instead of miles and miles away, in an empty apartment, his only plans for the night a crappy tv dinner. He could chide the heroic, remind him to have fun, take more chances, but that’s a sticky subject all its own. 

It had been a running theme of the last few months of their lives, the two of them stealing what little time together they could. Marcus would plan, meticulously, weekends away explained under the guise of training or intel or some other bullshit excuse. Dieter would make a stink to his manager on those days, stomping his feet and demanding a mental health break. Maybe it was the fact that he returned from those weekends brighter and lighter than ever before, but Marissa never fought him too hard. 

They would lose track of the hours as easily as they lost themselves in the other, tangled sheets and broken sleep bookending their pleasure. The give and take between them deepened with each weekend that rolled around. Dieter delighted in Marcus’s company, preening beneath the wonder of having him all to himself. The way his whole heart became the center of the universe, genuine affection and care feeling better than any late night or black out bender. 

Marcus would watch Dieter paint, only a sheet around his waist as his eyes traced the curves and colors inspired by his own tender touch. And Dieter would marvel at the bend of the other man’s form, following his steps to the gym, his own eyes wide as twin blades cut through open air. They stayed in. Always in. The pair of them forgoing even ordering in, digging through Dieter’s freezer in search of mini pizza bagels and knock-off taquitos rather than risk breaking the peace of their privacy. 

And if he showed up to the set of the big budget action movie with his belly still soft, it hardly mattered. His heart was full, his mind at peace, and even as the director rolled his eyes, all Dieter could see was Marcus dropping to his knees, nuzzling into the patch of coarse hair smattered across the swell of his stomach, before swallowing him down to the base. 

Those days gave them both something to cling to when life and work and reality would push them back to opposite sides of the country. Memories they could remember in the between, when it was only phone calls and FaceTimes the touch of their own hand to chase away the anxieties hiding around the corner.  

Dieter learned in great detail how to coax those little whines from the heroic, memorizing the ragged sound of his cries as he whispered all manner of filth into the crease of his skin. Marcus matched the energy in kind, splitting up inside the actor, lips on his throat and hands in his hair. Dieter called him sweet boy and Marcus declared him his whole sky, a promise of more following every goodbye. 

And Marcus always keeps his promises. 

When it came time to leave for Morocco, six months of loneliness looming in the distance and one awkward farewell party behind them, Dieter did his best to remind Marcus to not linger in his solitude. It would be too easy for him to fall back on old habits; long nights on rooftops chased by haggard days in the gym, but Dieter hoped the hero would make time to tend to his heart in ways he had forgone for so long. 

Marcus took care to meet Dieter where he stood, urging him to hold onto every word he ever said, his whole heart following Dieter, even when he physically could not. The actor clung to the sentiment, doing his best to remember every weekend spent wrapped around the other man. He held onto every ripple of pleasure and each drip of afterglow. 

Dieter shakes his head, refocusing on the present, even as he wishes for all the little things he so desperately wanted here and not there. Plush lips and dimpled cheeks, brown eyes wide as he nods and quietly accepts the truth in Dieter’s words. 

“I’m glad.”

The silence is back, but more of a comfort now, the blend of their breath lulling the last of the sun and sand and stress away from Dieter’s heart. His eyes are heavy in the best way, his fingers loose where they curl around the phone, still matched to the curve of his cheek. 

“You should shower, Dee. Then sleep,” Marcus prompts, his voice somehow even softer. 

“Mmm, jerk off with me first,” he half whines, free hand already pulling at the threadbare sweats he had worn from set. 

There’s a chuckle, low and sweet and steady, one that Dieter has learned means a promise is about to be made. 

“I’m at the office now, mi cielo, but call me when you wake up and we will.”

It’s enough for now, Marcus’s gentle voice in his ear and the catch of pink petals in the low light, giving Dieter the push he needs to let sleep find him. In a few hours' time he’ll wake up, his stomach empty and his neck sore, but the fresh scent of peonies and an aching promise have something else curling deep inside his belly. And when he dials, the answer comes on the first ring. 

After all, Marcus always keeps his promise. 

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[adventuretolkienlover]

My Atlantis The Lost Empire Review!🗺️🪖💎🏺💣🛞🧭⚓🛟

I finally got the courage to do it! Yay!

First I'd just like to start out by saying AOAHSJDJDHFBJFJFJFJFIGJGJDKSOXJVJFJDJUVJFUFJFUGUGHFHFUDIDJDJFHFHFUFHFJ!!!!!!!!!

🤩🤩🤩

Okay, stimming done! I should note, I don't hold back in my reviews. I see something wrong? I can and WILL say it! Luckily, there's like, nothing wrong with this movie, so you won't hear much of that from me! Lol!🤣 This is first time doing this kinda thing. So I apologize for any errors or incorrect formatting.

Now, without further adu, the review! (Hey that rhymes!) Below the cut cus it's LOOOOOOOOOONG!!!! It's literally the longest post I've made. And there's SPOILERS! So beware!

Okay, I'm not even sure where to start cus this is one INSANE ride of a movie! I mean HOLY COW!!! IF ALL OF DISNEY'S MOVIES WERE THIS GOOD, I'D WATCH

EVERY

SINGLE

ONE.

I'm not even kidding. I don't know what I'm doing, so let's just start with the World building.

WORLD BUILDING

This movie ROCKS in the world building department. Everything is well rounded out and looks stunning. One of the things that I found most exciting was the fact that they made a WHOLE FRICKEN USEABLE LANGUAGE FOR THIS MOVIE!!!!!! They actually brought in a linguist to make it!!!! That's how committed they were!!! Do you hear about Disney doing this nowadays? NOOOOOOOOOOO!

Also, THE STEAMPUNK AESTHETIC.

LOOK AT THIS SUB!!!! LOOK AT IT!!!!!

It's so detailed and cool looking!!!! If I saw this in love action, I think I'd freak! How can steam powered vessel go below the crush depth?

I DON'T CARE!!! IT'S AWESOME!!! (I especially like that bubble in the front. How fun! I'd definitely be looking out of that thing all the time!) I heard people say that watched the scene with the Leviathan attacking the sub thought it looked so real, that some people who worked on army subs got FLASHBACKS!!! I'm not even kidding! Everything during those scenes felt so real and immersive! You can tell Disney did their home work!

Okay now Atlantis itself!

It feels like it's own culture. It's feels real. It doesn't feel or look like a lazy combination of two cultures. It's distinct and interesting looking. And the people are very unique in appearance too. With their blue eyes, white hair, and coppery brown skin. It's a beautiful combination. And their clothes are nice as well. Lots of bright colors. Mostly blues, purples, magentas, etc. Very beautiful.❤️

OH! OH! AND THEIR TECHNOLOGY!!!! Oh my gosh!!! That leviathan and those fish shaped flying machines?!! HECKIN RAD!!!! How are they made?!?? What are they made out of?!??? So many QUESTIONS!!!!!!

I especially love the use of crystals in the Atlantian technology. I actually studied stuff like that and from what I've found in my research, it was actually entirely possible that ancient civilizations, like Atlantis used Crystals in somes ways of energy. Which is amazing! I don't know if that's where they got inspiration. But I found it intriguing none the less!

And the Creatures were also cool! They felt almost alien or prehistoric in appearance! It was really cool. Some of the creatures looked like they came straight from Pandora from the movie Avatar! I'm a sucker for fantasy creatures and speculative biology. So I'd love to see If I could figure out everything about the ecosystem of Atlantis! To bad they didn't go into more detail about it, but the movie wasn't about the critters. Still, hats of to the crew for giving them such interesting designs!

Okay, Onto more stuff!

THE CHARACTERS

Milo. He's adorkable.

That's it. He's perfect. I love him.

Okay, lol. Actually I have a lot to say. They gave him SOOOOOOOOO much personality! He's dynamic and easy to read! He's allowed to push his expressions and be exaggerated! He's just so fun to watch! Big thumbs up to his animator(s). And look at those glasses! And that hair! Such a good character design! He's just so fun and loveable looking!❤️

And he's allowed to show a full range of emotions! I know this one sounds weird. But it drive me crazy when a character is only allowed to show one emotion and by completely defined by it. Like being sickingly happy go lucky, or dark and moody. It's like, that's all you're going to do with them? But Milo, goes through the full range of emotions in the movie. He's got excitement from going into the unknown. Sadness and grief from the loss of his grandpa and parents. Anger at Commander Rourke's betrayal and utter disregard for the Atlantian people's lives. He experiences everything and it all feels so relatable. He's just the best. I also love how enthusiastic and kind hearted he is. He has the heart of a hero despite his first impressions. And his cute crush on Kida is the best. He's such a goober. He needs to be considered a Disney Prince. He deserves it more than most.

✨KIDA.✨ Just KIDA.🤩

Kida is GORGEOUS. 🤩🤩🤩🤩❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ LOOK AT HER DESIGN! IT ROCKS!!!! WHY THE HECK IS SHE NOT AN OFFICIAL DISNEY PRINCESS!?!??!? SHAME ON YOU DISNEY!!!! She has ALL the qualifications!!!!

She's strong! Mentally, emotionally, AND fricken physically!!! She cares deeply about her people and her culture!!!! She is ROYALTY. She is a WARRIOR!!! She is a QUEEN!!! If any of the "forgotten Disney Princesses" deserved the title of official princess, it HER! FORGET RAYA!!! You're telling me that the Disney heroin that taught people to trust their abusers, EVEN AFTER THEY'VE HURT THEM MULTIPLE TIMES and then GUILT TRIPS THEM, deserved the title of Disney Princess more than THIS WOMAN?!??! BULL! ABSOLUTE BULL! (Sorry for the rant. I have to refrain myself for going on a lecture about how Raya never deserved that title. She is my least favorite Disney princess. 😖👎 KIDA ALL THE WAY!!!!😄👍💕)

Oh, and her and Milo are the cutest couple. I heard people were upset because they didn't get a big kiss at the end. NO! They didn't kiss at the end of the movie! They didn't need to! They just FLIPPEN met!!! I wouldn't either! We're they still an adorable couple? HECK YES!!! They cared about each other and learned from each other and UGH! They so CUTE!!!!! And Milo gets to be King Consort of the Kingdom he spent his entire life searching for alongside his Queen who is also the woman he loves! How great an ending is that?! He knows they were both great rulers. You know it.

Commander Rourke. I hate this man.

I can't even find any good gifs of him. THAT'S HOW MUCH PEOPLE DESPISE HIM! Rourke is the DEVIL! Hidden under the guise of a good old American Army Commander! Which is why he is one of the BEST if not THE BEST Disney villains! He was about to let an entire lost civilization of people die, just because he wanted their LIFE FORCE!!! He definitely deserved to be transformed into a crystal creature then shattered. What a complete MONSTER!!!

I have to admit, I was actually already spoiled by the twist ending. I already knew about it from multiple sources. But somehow, that didn't matter! I watched it and I still felt connected to Rourke, even though I knew what was coming! It was so good! Rourke was written as the stereotypical brave army commander. Down to the last detail. Making a memorial for the lost crew mates. Being friendly with the main cast. Acting like a true gentleman. This is why he makes such a good villain. Nobody expects someone like him to be in league with the NAZIS of all things! Ultimately, he was an absolutely cruel and insane man, that nobody saw coming. It is probably the BEST twist villain I have EVER seen. Incredible writing. Wow.

Now, I'm not sure If I want to go through every single character. But I loved the all and definitely have thoughts on them, so I'm gonna speed run this.

Lieutenant Helga Katrina Sinclair. MA'AM??? Just what do you think you're doing in a kids movie?!!??

🤣 Okay, in all seriousness. She was actually a cool character. She was tough as nails, beautiful, confident. To bad she was that jerk Rourke's head lackey. I mean, she sort redeemed herself toward the end. But it was mostly because she was mad at Rourke for betraying her. Not because she cared about the Atlantis or Kida. Soooooooo... I don't know.🤔

Audrey Rocio Ramirez. LOVE HER!!!!

Her backstory his incredible. Her dad wanted sons. He got two daughters. Audrey and her sister. But you know what? That didn't stop them! He wanted someone to run the garage with him? HE GOT IT! And she's good too! I also love the little detail in her backstory that says her sister is a literal heavy weight boxing champion. You go girl! Show'm what's up! I wish they had given her a name. (I'm gonna give her the name Rosa. That feels right.)

Wilhelmina Bertha Packard. Honestly the most relatable character in the movie.😂 This one gif pretty much sums it up for me.

Somehow, I feel like me and old Mrs. Packard would get along just fine.🤣

Vincenzo "Vinny" Santorini. I'm not sure whether he's crazy or just like explosives a whole lot. Lol.

I actually thought he was Russian the first time I saw him. It wasn't until I found out he was Italian that I realized I made a horrible mistake in identifying his accent. 😂 His almost always neutral expression is helirious. I guess once you've blow up a lot of stuff, nothing phases you. Haha!

Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet. *Squeees*

As someone who has Native American ancestry, (my grandfather is Apache,) I was SO excited to see a someone who is half Native American in this film! I mean, half Black and half Native American?! That's INCREDIBLE! I can safely say I've never seen that type of representation in a film before. And he's also one of my favorite characters.

Gaetan "Mole" Molière. This dude is WEIRD... And of course I love him. Haha!

"You have disturbed the dirt." - Mole

I was laughing so hard when I first saw this guy come on screen. He's so dramatic! But he's french, so I guess that fits.

Jebidiah Allardyce "Cookie" Farnsworth. He said this.👇

That's one of the best lines in the film. ☝️😂 But seriously, what can I say? Crazy southern chuckwagon cook with as many unhinged stories as he has pounds of bacon grease. How could I not love him? 😂❤️ One thing I wondered was if this was such a high budget expedition, why couldn't they get like a five star chef instead? NOT THAT I'D WANT THAT BESIDES COOKIE!!! I'd be so mad if they replaced him. I was just curious. But I'm not gonna question it. He's the best and I love him. No five star chef could ever top Cookie.

Kashekim Nedakh i.e The King of Atlantis! WOW.

LEONARD NIMOY?!!?!?? That was pretty much my reaction when I found out who played Kida's father. Who would have guessed that Spock would end up playing a king from a lost empire?! The crew that worked on this movie said that while he was in the recording both, they were stunned. He put his whole heart into the role. They felt like the king was standing there in the room with them! And I FELT that. He sounded just so real! It actually sounded like I was listening to a real ancient king speaking. He was amazing for the role. I'm floored.

THE STORY

The story was amazing. I got a lot of Jules Vern Journey to The Center of The Earth vibes. It was clearly inspired by it.

Milo felt very much like the Axel of the story. Despite being much braver then him. The whole thing felt so cinematic and thrilling! Me and my family were either screaming with excitement or laughing super hard the whole way though.

As the for the moral? Well, it's actually kinda hard to pinpoint exactly. But I think that because unlike other movies, it lets the story show the moral instead of the characters telling us directly.

I would say it shows what happens when people value money and power over human life. Which is important in the time we live in. And that people's culture should be respected.

In all. A very good movie and I highly recommend it. It's a fun, bold, thrilling adventure that you will love.

✨Thanks for reading my review! Bye!✨

[big-bundle-of-little-mistakes]

Ok so yeah hey hi I HAVE THOUGHTS-

First off, why is nobody, and I mean NOBODY, talking about the fact that Deckard's entire family just decided "man, nah, frick it, we're coming with you wherever" and stayed on the island while everybody else jumped off? Also, the entire town now has to find somewhere new to live, new houses, new jobs, and that old man and the cats... like... do you think he stayed? Him and his dog, just popping by to see the cats from time to time? We saw the cats and the brother stay on the island. On that note, what happened to all the other animals living on that island, they clearly didn't jump off in time. They all just travel across space too? So, canonically, Bee was once alive, how did she die? She became a robot. What's with the spirit things? I thought they were part of her programming, how do they return to her? Do they? Do they live as their own... beings? So they were ass naked there which means everybody saw Bee naked I guess. I know they were ethereal and jot really.... shaped that way, but, just saying.

Other thoughts- hey remember when spaceman Puppycat SHIT IN THE TOILET AND MADE IT CLEAN? Yeah that was wild.

So Violet had a kid. Why were they all in deep sleep mode anyway? How DID Cardamon wake up? And Bee being awake means... well he always knew her, Puppycat always knew Bee. She got left on Earth... and Puppycat when injured appeared before her, probably in the same way Moully came to see her. I think? I wonder if since Puppycat saw her as a kid and alive, and then later was confused about her fixing her broken robot arm, he was like "huh, what happened, how did she become a robot since I laat saw her?" Also, the fact that in the original, Deckard and Bee seemed to be the ship, but seems that Bee likes Deckard but Deckard thinks of himself as a mother type for her, while also slightly crushing... but in Lazy In Space, when Crispin ran away to join the circus, later he came back at some point to end up living with Bee (likely she found him and knew he was their sibling and convinced him to come home but he wasn't fully ready and she offered to let him stay with her for a while) and it seems they grew close, ir they were dating and he moced in with her but they broke up? And he moved back home? Anyway he still very much likes her, and she doesn't exactly dislike the thought of being with him either, she even dresses up for their date though she seemed reluctant to label it a date at first. So, ok, does Crispin end up dating the pink/red astral projection (likely her "romance" and "love" and "concern for others" aspect of her personality - blue probably sadness, yellow joy, idk, purple intuition and deep thought... white for her morals? Idk just throughts right now) or do they return to her? She is seen smiling later even though her eyes are still glitching, does she... get fixed? Wake back up? It seems she is still semi conscious while in "glitch" mode, as seen by the donut planet episode.

Also, on that note, I really love how their dynamic is, Crispin is definitely a little weird (I'd argue obsessed/ nuerotic more than weird per se) but Bee just embraces it and is ok with it, and she is definitely a little off as well, but he is chill with her level of weird and just goes with it too. "Of course there is" about the food being in the toilet. Just "ok then. I like everything to be clown themed, so sure girl, keep your food in the toilet, who am I to judge," and I just think that is really cute.

So, Deckard's "friend" followed him home, just, weirdly. And Deckard just is like "alright fine guess I have a stalker now I don't know, what am I gonna do about it?" But he seems pretty broken and sad at the end anyway, like cooking school just showed him he isn't good at something he wants to be good at and enjoys. That sucks because Deckard is honestly the sweetest most awkward guy. Second only to his brother Wesley, who cares for fish.

So, now, since Bee and Deckard are not a thing anymore like I thought, because her and Crispin... who thinks Deckard and his friend that followed him home are gonna be a thing? Or he'll start to like and get along with Cas cuz they'll both bond over the shit around them being weird and maybe they'll be a thing? Then again there's that whole weird hate-boner, throuple thing with Toast, her baby daddy, and Cas...

Ok I think that's all my word and thought vomit. Also the sheep thingie guys, wonder what happens to them since they failed. They just, keep chasing these guys all around as they continue to go on adventures for forever?

I loved the open ended weirdness of season 1. But then they gave us plot in season 2, and now I REALLY feel like we need just a short "tie up loose ends" one episode special, or short 3-6 episode season 3. Or I mean this is fine too, just leave well enough alone I guess. I don't know I just love Bee and Puppycat and need more of it.

[brownskinwaifu]

Picture this okay.

Inui x hottie bi(mbo)by

Hot b(imbo)ody summer. Bikini all out. Light tan, juicy tropical drink by your side.

Carefully removing your Chanel sunglasses, you softly cock your head to the side as you eye the tall man. Chiseled physique was drowned in droplets of water as he flashes a boyish grin, alluringly yet with looming mischief. He shakes his hair warding off any excess water wetting you in the process.

“NOT ON ME THE FUCK” You hysterically yelp. Like you just wanted the sun, not that you would swim anyways it was just to look real good and drink a cold ass drink like what the fuck is up with this hot guy and his cute eyes and his big hands that you want so desperately around your waist as he fervently pounds you-

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to be that loud but could you please move elsewhere?” Switching your game up real quick, you look into his minty hues expecting him to move. “Nah, I uh- I actually wanted to talk to you, I noticed you from afar you real cute”

“Oh! I am? Aren’t you a doll thank you so much, I like your eyes real sick!” Your hand grazing his neck ‘without a clue’, Inui eyes you with excitement. You wanna go there? He reciprocates energy through placing your hand in his and gently tracing over it. You both make eye contact, scent of chlorine and vanilla blending he can’t help but shut the space between you two.

“Your pretty bold for someone that wanted privacy aye?” Inui questions at your ear. Attempting to gain control over the dynamic Inui’s frustration slowly builds up but w-why is your body built like a pornstar? Unbeknownst to him, the whole time he was staring at your lewd white two piece practically being swallowed up by your sexy self..

“What are you talking about? I still do! But you seem friendly, look we’re even holding hands like besties” you mindlessly giggle, leaving Inui dumbfounded. He swiftly brushes off your hand off his. “Fucking tease” he chuckles.

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“Ow that tickles~” you mew against his collarbone. Fresh purple hickies lather his neck from your failed attempts of maintaining your sultry moans. Do you care tho? No, not when a hot stranger is balls deep within your tight pussy, holding your legs up and ramming you against the wall. Such temptation should’ve gotten you creaming at this point.

And it’s not funny when he is literally eyeballing your every move, reaction to hitting your Os, head tilting, legs shaking and his warm tongue grazing your cute plump nipples.

“You’re so dirty baby, what about that cute act you ran a while go? Were your thoughts already running wild?” Slow strokes allowed you to breathe as he continued “tell me, whadya think of?” He breathlessly gleams.

“Wanted me to fuck your brains out this way?” Moist clapping sprung off the walls indicating how loud yet quick Inui picked up his pace. His cheeks were bright red, eyes rolling back with hot drool running down the corner of his lip. He couldn’t help but take advantage of the moment just to relieve some tension in his balls. Until he heard your wantonly sighs. He gains composure.

“My lips on your fat swollen clit? Our tongues hungry for each other? Or my tip downing your wet throat? You there sweetheart? Fuck I don’t think I’ll- oh~” Couldn’t help it. He lowers you to then lift one leg over his shoulder, charging full speed in your pussy.

Wet splashes from his fingers on your clit form a pool around the floor as you’re squirting all over his fingers. Too lost in your bliss, your life-force clenching around his dick drives Inui berserk. Blue irises tinted with arousal deepen and signal desperate for its owner’s release. Almost carnal enough, Inui’s chest rises as he lets out the sluttiest whimper.

Hips moving uncontrollably as his grip around your leg and hips tighten, he can taste it.

“See what you do ah~to me cutie fuck I’m cum-mi-ahh” his words slur, tip sensitive shooting an intense amount of cum into you. His moans hardly die out, he looked so fucking slutty it almost had you break character for him. Again.

[reckless-lambert]

21, 26, 27

An interesting bunch you've got

21. do you have any ships? what are they, and why?

Oooh boy do I have ships for you!

Infinite x Sonic can be found here

Infinite x Shadow can be found all over my page, but here is the concentrate

Infinite x Fang

I think those two would have a very fun dynamic.

I'm sure that Fang would admire the ultimate mercenary, but what if he actually got a crush on Infinite when meeting him in person? And not in a normal way either, he got mesmerized by his daring nature.

It's like mid level crook meeting his analogue of gay Tyler Durden.

Infinite is not used to this kind of admiration, but quickly figures out that he could have endless fun from teasing the silly lil purple guy, forcing him to do weird gay shit and crime on much larger scale than Fang could dare to imagine.

26. what does his self-care look like?

It really doesn't. Back in the day he treasured his dreads, they were among the few parts of his body that he liked. So long and soft, one of rare soft things in his life. He didn't do much with them since the death of his squad, so his new grown hair is not tightened up. Thanks to that and frequent mask wear Infinite's dreads are tangled together at their base into one incoherent blob behind his head. He doesn't pay attention to his body. But on the rare occasions of Infinite noticing his dirtiness, he goes to another extreme, violently rubbing his tail and hair. They must be perfectly white, untainted. It's usually not a concern considering that he tries to avoid any contact with the environment when he can, levitating everywhere instead, but even then there's still a lot of dust and ash accumulating over time.

27. does he have a favourite scent? flavour? what about textures?

He likes fresh night air, without any floral scents mixed in, just the humidity. He also likes the smell of hair, reminds him of the idea of physical closeness even though nowadays he can only smell his own.

He likes oranges, nothing important here, just the first fruit he tasted and it stuck with him.

Infinite is a disaster, he likes soft things, but has an irrational fear of them, because softness is always associated with rot and decay, he doesn't trust it, he sleeps on the floor most of the time, ties into his love for his hair, he is very much afraid to taint it despite failing to pay attention to his body. Infinite wants to feel that softness, but is also afraid of it being the starting point of his own decay, he goes back and forth through wanting to get rid of it and wanting to keep it.

[yellowhollyhock]

Raph and Don being close is important. This gonna be a weird parallel but what if we could compare them to Angel and Casey?

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

Gonna take the opportunity to share my headcanons and rants about Angel, and to a lesser extent, Casey.

Her grandmother—whom I’ve named Norma—is her mom’s mom. Her mom, Jenny, wanted to study music, hadn’t decided if she wanted to teach or perform, Norma talked her into a teaching degree instead, while at college she met Buddy and they had Ryan.

Speaking of Ryan—Angel got totally whitewashed in the Darkness Within episode, right? Anyways Buddy’s a white guy to explain somewhat where Ryan got his genes. But also. Pretend like Ryan looks normal and the whole fam didn’t get whitewashed. Pretend they’re both biracial and Angel’s just a little darker. I mean pretend whatever you want but I’m pretending that.

Ryan is about 4 years older than Angel. When she was born Jenny and Buddy moved back to NYC to be closer to Norma. Norma and Buddy did not get along, but they did their best. Casey Jones, 9 at the time, lived nearby. Buddy and Arnold Sr. became friends, so Casey met the Bridges. Jenny is killed in a car crash when Angel is 6, Ryan 10, Casey 15. Buddy is overcome with grief and still doesn’t get along with Norma—he leaves. Casey’s dad is killed by the Purple Dragons less than a year after that (I know he looks younger in the flashback but based on the specific way it affected him I hc teenager, he just hit his growth spurt late). So both families are going through it and they bond. Casey helps babysit Angel and Ryan a lot.

Ryan is a lot more withdrawn. He lives in his head (musical theatre nerd but refuses to speak out loud. Will eventually be persuaded to join choir).

Angel is explosive. Her and Casey bond a lot—they’re both processing, both grieving, and Casey’s enough older that he feels like he should be able to advise but he’s also just a kid. He really earns Angel’s respect the first time he breaks down crying in front of her. She brings him a piece of grass she picked from outside to cheer him up because she couldn’t find a flower. They have a very close bond. Ryan and Casey are friends, and Angel looks up to Ryan, but her and Casey have a very close bond.

And I so very adore. That you’ve compared them to Donnie and Raph. Because. Akkfkfkfk

Personality wise? You got two Raphs. Casey is more similar to Raph, while Angel is in some ways Raph and others Mikey, and obviously they are all different individuals, but the point is that personality wise, Angel isn’t the level head to Casey’s deep sensitivity, nor he the grounded in reality to her daydreaming. But the relationship? Absolutely is parallel.

It’s the dynamic of ‘you took care of me so I wanna take care of you.’ It’s ’we both know the worst things about each other and we’re safe with each other.’ It’s ‘I might be mad at the entire world but the second you need me I’ll set all that aside.’

It’s the way Casey, who hates the Purple Dragons, would not give up on his friend and took a huge personal risk going after her. Or how fiercely independent Angel caved immediately and ran for help when Casey was in trouble. Or how she stops him from killing Hun—that moment means so much to me. It does so much to establish Angel’s character, and cements a lot we knew about Casey too. Plus it’s so adorably sweet.

Basically, siblings who would die for each other. Which describes all the turtles but what about siblings who would talk about their feelings without dying of embarrassment—

[randomkposts]

As always, your response was so lovely and well thought out, and the dynamic of fem light and male syau, too! So, would fem light sleep around like OG light does, or flirt as much? I feel as though her parents would be kind of overprotective, lol, also how would fem mello dress?

K:- we are happy to hear that. We are having fun, and its good to hear you are too. I'm thinking that Mello would still go "fuck gender conventions" but don't have any specific expecations in mind for that. 

And Lady Light would use it a lot more sparingly then OG Light, but it is still a tool in her arsenal to be used if the occasion fits. 

Like, I get the sense that Light does not care about sex beyond it giving Light Power over someone. 

E:- I don't think Mello would changed wardrobe that much tbh. 

K:-You do have fun with the fashion. So I thought I should ask. 

E:-Is it weird I can see her wear lighter clothes near the end? Like in colors doesn't have to be white. Purples or dark greens.

Purple in the symbolic sense or penance, and sacrifice and preparation. Purple for funerals. 

K:-Reds and whites?

E:-Red is a sign of devotion and for martyrs. 

White for resurrection and celebration of the deceased life. That also brings another point in Near. I also can see Mello with more fur trimming but that is a guilty pleasure of mine. 

Boots boots boots. Matt has a harder time finding shoes in Mellos closet than boots. 

Is it weird I can Mello be those people who don't sweat a lot. 

Mello probably has a smell of soft baby powder to not chafe in that

K:- that would track. Babypowder and bomb smell

E:-Bomb smoke and baby powder. With a bit of sweetness of chocolate. Part of the mafia funding goes to leather and chocolate.

K:- yah Leather has a smell too. Leather, chocolate, bombs and baby powder.