#I just cannot imagine her with anyone else except for him

[meganlpie]

I Can't Marry You

Based on this request:  Do you think I could request one where the reader is engaged to Boromir but she and Faramir are in love? Denethor doesn’t care and expects Boromir to marry her. Angsty with whatever ending you choose??

Here you are, lovely! I apologize for the wait. Familiar Characters are NOT mine! They belong to Tolkien.

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of death.

Pairings: Faramir x fem!reader

Boromir and his brother froze, spoons halfway to their lips. Almost in unison, the two brothers turned their heads to gape at their father. “Forgive me, Father,” Boromir replies as soon as he regains his wits, “I must have misheard. Surely you do not mean that I am betrothed?” Denethor smiled at his eldest. “I do. To Lady Y/N, of course.” Boromir let his eyes flick to Faramir for a moment. He’d always thought, if a marriage was arranged between you and one of Denethor’s sons, it would be Faramir. 

The brothers had known you since childhood. The three of you did everything possible together. As you grew up, Boromir, the eldest of the three of you, never showed interest in marriage and never felt more for you than brotherly love. Faramir, on the other hand, was a completely different story. Everyone who was ever in the same room as you and Faramir could tell he was hopelessly in love with you from the time he knew what a romantic love was. He was utterly smitten with you. 

“Father, perhaps we should reconsider. After all, there has been no talk of courtship or the like with Lady Y/N. It is possible that she is hoping for a proposal from another.” Boromir tried to keep his gaze off Faramir. If Denethor suspected Faramir’s feelings, he absolutely would push for this wedding even harder. For some reason, the Steward of Gondor did not want his younger son to be happy.

“Then she hopes in vain. It has been decided,” Denethor stated with no room for argument. Boromir tried anyway. “Father, I am meant to depart for Rivendell in a fortnight. Surely that isn’t enough time to plan and host a wedding.” Denethor’s brow rose. “Then you will wed when you return. I cannot imagine why you are fighting me on this, my son. Lady Y/N is a lovely young lady and will make a fine wife.”

From the corner of his eye, Boromir saw his brother rise from the table. Denethor paid no mind, as per usual, but Boromir turned to face Faramir. Faramir offered a weak smile. “I’ve lost my appetite.” With that, he left the dining hall. Boromir knew he was most likely heading to find you so he remained where he was for now. 

For the next few minutes, Boromir did his best to convince his father that the marriage was a bad idea. Denethor wouldn’t budge. The man refused to hear any of Boromir’s arguments. By the time Boromir left the dining hall himself, he was beyond frustrated. He made his way down the corridors, asking guards if they had seen Faramir. It wasn’t until the fifth or sixth guard that he finally was able to locate his younger brother.

When Boromir found Faramir, it was as he’d suspected. He was with you. Boromir didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but hearing your voice so broken made him pause. He hardly ever heard you upset. “I knew I’d have to m-marry one day, but this is just cruel, Faramir.”

“My brother is not cruel, my love,” came Faramir’s calm voice and you sniffled. “I know he isn’t. He is more of a brother to me than anything else. It is your father who is cruel! Surely he must know how we feel and yet he does this! The man has no heart! I don’t want to marry Boromir. I only want to marry you.” Boromir watched as Faramir held you close, resting his cheek upon your head. It was that moment that made Boromir decide to reveal himself. 

“And marry him, you shall.” You let out a little yelp of surprise and Boromir fought back a laugh at how much you sounded like a small dog. Faramir groaned when your head hit his face, causing you to apologize. Boromir chuckled at that. The two of you were good together. Anyone could see it. Well anyone except Denethor. 

Once the chaos of the moment died down, you turned to Boromir again. “What do you mean I will marry Faramir? Our fathers have already decided.” Boromir sighed and nodded. “They have, However, I am due to leave for Rivendell in a fortnight. I will come up with a plan by the time I return. I see the love you have for my brother. I can’t marry you knowing how unhappy you both would be.”

You exchanged a glance with Faramir as smiles came to both your faces. Without warning, you launched yourself at Boromir and hugged him. “Thank you,” you said, tears threatening to fall yet again. Boromir laughed as he pulled away to kiss your forehead. “Do not thank me. It is the least I could do to ensure the happiness of my brother and the woman I will happily call my sister-in-law. For now, we must play along with Father’s demands.”

*time skip Your POV*

Boromir left a fortnight later. A little while after that, Faramir received a message that Boromir would be away even longer as he was now going on a quest to save Middle Earth. As impatient as you were to marry, you knew that Boromir would be true to his word and would have a plan to break your betrothal when he returned. You never expected the circumstances of that plan would be so heartbreaking.

You held Faramir as he broke down. He’d been the one to find his brother floating lifelessly down the river. He had been the one to pull the boat carrying Boromir to shore. He held his brother as sobs wracked his body and you held him. It broke you to see your love this way, but at the same time, you understood. You were close to collapsing yourself. This wasn’t how you were supposed to get out of the marriage. Once Faramir was calm, the two of you made your way to Denethor to share the sad news. 

For many moons after that, there was an air of tension and despair in Gondor. Denethor refused to speak to Faramir unless it was to yell or criticize him. You avoided Denethor as much as possible as well. He expected you to be absolutely crushed by Boromir’s death and you were, but not in the way a woman should be for her betrothed. You were far more worried about Faramir. 

Faramir began pulling away from you. He rarely spoke to anyone unless necessary but he really seemed to be avoiding you. The love of your life no longer met with you in secret. No longer let his fingers linger against yours. He hardly looked you in the eye. Eventually, you had enough and confronted him. You’d wish you hadn’t. 

You managed to catch him coming back late at night. He looked at you like a frightened animal for a moment as you let your feelings be known. Tears fell as you talked to him. He refused to meet your gaze until you finished, gasping out sobs. He hugged you briefly then pulled away. He muttered something. “What was that?” you asked tearfully.

“I can’t marry you,” he said a little bit louder. You swore your heart stopped. “W-What? You can’t mean that.” He nodded. “I do. With Boromir d-dead, I have new duties. I cannot go against my father’s wishes and marry my dead brother’s betrothed.” Your breathing picked up. “You’re serious?” He told you he was. “How could you do this? Since when have you ever cared about your duties? We were prepared to run away, Faramir.”

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I love you, truly I do. But I-I-” You held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t. Just don’t. I understand. I really do. Even now, you seek your father’s approval and validation. I realize I can never come before that.” You reached up and cupped his cheek. “I hope you’re happy with your choice.” Faramir gently grabbed your wrist and pressed a kiss to your palm. “I hope you find someone worthy of you,” he whispered. You scoffed and pulled your hand away.

“You were worthy of me.” You turned away and left the courtyard. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you didn’t notice Faramir watching you walk away, his own heart sinking to his feet.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[lizard-speed]

see like, i know that realistically tasha probably *would* be gay but in my heart she and data are in love and i can't deny that to myself

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ooo hi! Can I please request a Bucky x fem!reader where Y/n was an innocent civilian that Hydra kidnapped to try to turn into a super soldier (like the ones we saw in flashbacks in CA: Civil War, the ones Bucky, as the Winter Soldier, helped train). Bucky and Y/n had fallen in love during her captivity in Hydra (since he doesn’t remember his name is Bucky, she honestly probably just called him “Winter Soldier” the whole time in Hydra), and in that time, they’ve had many times where they’re ✨alone✨in her cell and they both took advantage of that (iykyk). Also her body reacted differently to the serum, like instead of getting super strength and all that, her powers manifested in a soft, harmless way like being connected with nature (being able to grow plants/bring them back to life with magic). So while everyone else is being trained to be deadly super soldier assassins like the Winter Soldier, she simply cannot be as she doesn’t have super strength or anything else like them. Hydra considers her “weak” and “disposable” so they order Bucky (The Winter Soldier) to take her out of her cell, to the back of Hydra’s property and off her, but not only is he in love with her, she’s also pregnant with his daughter (Hydra doesn’t know, but Bucky and Y/n do) so with A LOT of effort, he is able to fight the brainwashing, just for a little, to tell her to run and never look back. She’d hesitate but he’d tell her through gritted teeth that he won’t be able to fight the brainwashing and order to take her life for much longer, so she doesn’t even get to hug or kiss him goodbye 🥺 She runs through the forest near where Hydra’s base was, and the Avengers happen to be on a mission there and see her wandering around, looking extremely terrified and confused (and freezing) and offer to help her🥺 Steve would be the first to approach her as whenever anyone else tried to get close to her she started crying more, cowering away, and begging them not to hurt her or take her back to Hydra because they’ll kill her and her baby🥺 Omg imagine the way Steve finds out Bucky is alive in this is when they do a paternity test on Y/n’s baby and they see a DNA match to Bucky (which would shock everyone because they thought he died in 1945 when he fell off the train). Steve and the Avengers would be a found family to Y/n and her daughter and take care of them, and help Y/n with her baby). Y/n and Bucky are reunited after he comes back from Wakanda (he didn’t want to take a chance that he could hurt Y/n or the baby being brainwashed) and he gets to meet his now 6 month old daughter 🥺

Our Happy Little Family » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America and the Avengers

Summary: After the Winter Soldier tells you to run away from the HYDRA base, you run into the Avengers. They help you and keep you and your baby safe. Then when you and Bucky are reunited, you and him have a happy little family when he meets yours and his daughter.

Warnings: Fluff, language, Super Soldier!reader, pregnant!reader, dad!Bucky/mom!reader, HYDRA, crying, flashbacks, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for this adorable request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

A/N #2: Flashbacks are in Italic texts.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! GIF credits go to the creators.

Days turned into weeks and then turned into months since HYDRA kidnapped you. You were just an innocent civilian when they got their hands on you. They injected you with the Super Soldier serum. They excepted you to be the same as the Winter Soldier and the other Super Soldiers, but you’re not. The serum somehow gave you powers to grow plants and to bring them back to life.

The only thing keeping you sane is the Winter Soldier. You don’t know his name. Due to the brainwashing, he doesn’t remember his own name. He lets you call him Winter. He sneaks into your cell any chance he gets. At first, he was told to guard you so you didn’t try to attempt to escape like he’s your own personal bodyguard. Now, he sneaks into your cell to spend time “alone” with you. Shortly after one of the nights you two spent alone together, you’ve been feeling different. At first, you thought it was side effects from the serum, but it’s not. It didn’t take long to realize that the symptoms you’re experiencing is telling you that you’re pregnant. The Winter Soldier realized it too without the brainwashing.

Today, you were pulled into a room. You assumed they were going to do more experiments on you. You put your hands on your stomach, scared of what those experiments might do to your baby. They did just the opposite. They called the Winter Soldier in the room. They said something to him in Russian that you didn’t understand.

You didn’t know what he said, because he was speaking a different language. The Winter Soldier nodded and grabbed your arm, leading you outside to the back of the base. You shivered when the cold weather hit your skin.

“What are we doing out here, Winter?” You asked.

He didn’t answer you. Instead, he took the gun he has in the holster on his hip and aimed it at you. Your eyes went wide and your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

“What-What are you doing?” You asked.

“What I was told to do.” The Winter Soldier says.

That was enough to tell you that he was told to kill you. Your eyes began to tear up. You were scared for yourself and your baby.

“Please don’t do this.” You pleaded. “You love me. What about our baby?” You say, putting your hands on your pregnant belly that’s showing a little bit.

He slowly lowered his gun. That’s when his mind started to fight the programming. That’s when his normal self -Bucky- began to show, but not for long.

“Run and never look back.” Bucky says.

“What?” You asked, making sure you heard him right.

“Run away and never look back.” He repeats. “Now!” He says through gritted teeth.

You listened that time and ran. You wanted to look back at him, but you didn’t. The Winter Soldier watched you run into the woodsy area behind the base. To make it believable, he rose his gun in the air and shot a bullet in the sky before going back inside the building.

You ran as far as you could. You stopped running when you seen the Avengers. You stopped a few feet away from Steve. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you. Steve cautiously approached you. You got spooked and walked backwards. You walked backwards till you bumped into a tree.

“Please don’t hurt me and my baby.” You whimpered.

“We’re not going to hurt you and your baby, ma’am.” Steve assures softly.

“Please don’t make me go back there. They’ll kill me and my baby.” You say with tears streaming down your face.

“They? Who’s they?” He asks.

“HYDRA.” You tell them.

“We’re not going to make you go back to them.” He assures. “If you come with us, we’ll help you and your baby.” He says softly.

You stared at him for a moment. Something about Steve is telling you that you can trust him. You nodded, agreeing to let him help you. Steve wrapped his arms around you and lead you to the quinjet. You sat down in one of the seats and Steve found a blanket to wrap around you. He informed the rest of the Avengers that he found a civilian and he’s on the quinjet.

“So you’re pregnant?” Steve asks, trying to make conversation.

You nodded.

“How far along are you?” He asks.

“I-I don’t know. I think a month.” You say.

“It’s ok if you don’t know. I’ll take you to the doctor and we’ll figure it out together, ok?” He says softly.

“Ok.” You whispered.

Steve took you to the Avengers compound and got you settled in and cleaned up. Like Steve said, he took you to the doctor to make sure you and your baby are ok. Everything is fine with you and your baby. The doctor said you’re almost two months pregnant.

“Can I ask you something?” Steve asks as you and him approached the front entrance of the compound.

“Yes.” You replied.

“What did HYDRA do to you?” He asks.

“They injected me with the Super Soldier serum, but I guess it failed.” You say.

“What do you mean it failed?” He asks.

“It didn’t give me super strength like it did for you. It gave me powers to grow plants and to bring plants back to life.” You explained.

“Can you show me?” He asks.

You nodded. You found a small bush in the sun on the side of the compound that looks like it’s dying and needs water. Steve watched closely as you hovered your hand over it, making it come back to life.

“Woah. That’s interesting.” Steve says.

“I’m glad you think so. HYDRA didn’t think so.” You say.

“Don’t let what they said about you get to you. You’re unique in your own way. Everyone is.” He says.

“You’re right.” You smiled.

———

It felt like your pregnancy went by fast. At least that’s what you think. You gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby girl named Gracie a few months later. She’s the absolute light of your life. Steve and the Avengers offered to help you take care of her, which you happily accepted.

You walked in Gracie’s nursery to check on her and to see if she was awake so you can feed her, but Steve beat you to that. He was sitting in the rocking chair that’s by the window and feeding her.

“Look at godfather of the year.” You smiled.

“She was crying when I checked on her. So I made her a bottle and she’s fine now.” Steve says.

“Thank you, Steve.” You smiled.

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I’m happy to help out.” He says.

You smiled and walked over to him. You gazed down at your baby girl as she was being fed.

“Can I ask you a question?” Steve asks.

“Of course.” You replied.

“Do you know who Gracie’s father is?” He asks.

“He never told me his name.” You say.

“You know there’s a way of figuring out who he is, right?” He says.

“I know. I’ve actually been thinking about that.” You say.

“I’ll help you out with it whenever you want to do it.” He says.

“Thank you, Steve. You’re the best.” You say with a smile.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles back.

A few days later, you got a paternity test on Gracie to find out her father’s name. Like Steve said, he helped out. He was there for moral support. So were the rest of the Avengers.

“I have the results of who Gracie’s father is.” You say, walking in the room with a piece of paper that has the results on it.

You unfolded the paper and read through the results.

“It’s says, James Buchanan Barnes is her father.” You say.

You feel better now that you know her father’s name. Steve found and his eyes went eye. How can that be when he witnessed his best friend falling off the train in 1945?

“Are you ok, Steve?” You asked. “You look like who seen a ghost.” You say.

“I know him.” Steve says.

“James Buchanan Barnes?” You asked.

“Yes. He’s my best friend. He died in 1945.” He says.

“How can he be dead when his name is on the results?” You asked.

“I don’t know.” He says.

Steve thought to himself. If those results are basically telling him that Bucky is alive, then he needs to look for him. That’s exactly what he’s going to do.

———

A few month later, Steve was able to track down Bucky. Bucky went to Wakanda to recover from the trauma HYDRA put him through. Steve told Bucky that you’re safe and had the baby. The whole time he was there, all he thought about was you and his daughter. After he got the help he needed, he was able to go home to be with you and his daughter.

“Are you ready to meet your daughter?” Steve asks as him and Bucky walked through the compound to find you.

“I’m more than ready.” Bucky says with a smile.

They found you in the lounge room feeding Gracie. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat when he seen you and his daughter.

“Someone wants to meet his daughter.” Steve says softly.

You looked up and seen Bucky. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him.

“Winter?” You say softly.

“Call me Bucky, doll.” Bucky says softly.

Bucky sat down on the couch next to you, getting a better look at yours and his baby girl. His eyes filled with tears when he saw her. Steve smiles and left you and Bucky alone.

“What’s her name?” He asks.

“Gracie. She’s 6 months old.” You tell him.

“She’s beautiful.” He whispers.

“Do you want to finish feeding her?” You asked softly.

“Yes please.” He answers softly.

You carefully put Gracie in Bucky’s arms and he finished feeding her. You smiled at how great Bucky is with her. When it came time to put her in her crib for her nap, Bucky gazed at her with adoration on his face. Bucky heard you walk in the nursery and walked up next to him, but didn’t take his eyes off yours and his sleeping baby.

“She looks just like you.” You say softly.

“She has your beauty.” Bucky says softly.

Bucky turned to face you, putting his hands on your waist. You gazed in his blue eyes as you looked up at him.

“I’m sorry for almost doing what HYDRA told me- him to do that day. I should’ve ran away with you.” Bucky says.

“That’s in the past now. I forgive you, sweetie.” You say softly.

“I wish I could do something to make up for it.” He says.

“You already did. You gave me the most beautiful gift of all.” You say with a smile, referring to yours and his daughter.

Bucky smiles and kisses you sweetly and passionately.

“I promise I’ll do everything I can to take care of you and our baby girl.” He vows softly.

“And I promise I’ll do everything to take care of you.” You vowed.

You stood on your tippy toes and kissed him softly.

“I love our happy little family.” He whispers and smiles, putting his forehead against yours.

“I do too.” You whispered, smiling back.

-Bucky’s Doll

[hanniesbrat]

the boy is mine | k.mg

pet play w mingyu

pairing: kim mingyu x reader, reader’s best friend is yuqi! ((g)i-dle) also cheol lol

wc: 5.6k (can you believe i cut it down?)

genre: strangers -> fucking, smut, little cracky at some parts

synopsis: when one of your best friends (who also happens to be a frat bro), seungcheol, invites you to his halloween party, you hesitantly accept. you were never really the party type… but one guy, one of his new friends to be exact, might single handedly change that.

!other kinktober fics!

a/n: ......heyyyyy... no one hate me. i know im almost a whole month late ): prepping for the svt concert took more time than i anticipated, i live in america so... yeah all that happened, work got in the way, i had a lot of yap days with my wife @jenoslutie which has been so nice!! <3 and i JUST (literally today) got back from visiting my bestie @goblynnrockz for their birthday :p BUT in between all that, i managed to finish this bitch. (pun intended) ALL OF THAT BEING SAID, i really hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. and if it seems like its eluding to there being a potential relationship between mc and gyu, well... maybe there will be in the future ;p

(P.S. you must picture long, wavy haired mingyu in this :3 more like the pic on the right. i just put the lolla pic bc it fits the vibe you CANNOT argue w that lol okay imma stop yapping now. ENJOY LUVLIES!!!!)

you weren’t the party type, but when one of your best friends, seungcheol, invited you to his frat’s halloween party with a nearly quivering bottom lip, you couldn’t say no.

“you have to let me bring whoever i want as my plus one.” you deadpanned while crossing your arms. 

“so you’ll go?!” he nearly squealed. 

you sighed before nodding with an annoyed, “yes.”

“fuck yeah!” he yelled before swooping you up in a big hug. you couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from your chest. 

you loved when cheol got all giddy. it was such a silly contrast to his wide, strong build, and that’s always been so enduring yet hilarious to you. you didn’t think anyone else like him existed in real life. 

until you met him. 

“remind me again why you are dragging me to a party?” your best friend, yuqi, chuckled out from the passenger’s seat of your car. 

you took the last right before reaching the house. “cheol asked nicely and… i’ve been needing an excuse to wear these boots,” you smiled, looking for a parking spot.

yuqi silently pointed to a spot on the street, and as you parked, she went on. “i just can’t help but wonder why cheol wanted you to go so bad like… he knows you’re not a partier.”

“he wants me to get out of my shell more.” you shrugged, getting out of the car. 

“well you’re definitely out of your shell, fucking look at you. a full latex outfit and tits out? girl…” yuqi gawked at you for a moment.

dressing as blackcat was far out of your costume comfort zone. normally you went the horror route. billy the puppet, jennifer check (in the prom dress with the contacts, blood and all), freddy krueger, etc. so, wearing a latex set that left nothing to the imagination except for any ink you may have on your skin was out of character, but you wanted to spice it up this year.

“i think the little mask helps be feel a bit hidden,” you giggled seen as it’s a thin black eye mask, not hiding who is under it at all. yuqi jokingly scoffed and you then took the attention off yourself. “look at you, catwoman. you look devious with that whip,” you cooed, then took her hand in yours and gave her a spin on the sidewalk.

“oh stop it,” she blushed. “let’s get inside before it starts getting too crazy.”

you two walked in practically attached at the hip. you scanned the front room for cheol, yuqi doing the same. ���ah! there he is,” she pointed toward the kitchen.

you looked over, immediately making eye contact with him. he waved you guys over to stand with him and some frat bro you didn’t recognize. 

“y/n!” he greeted you with a bear hug, unfazed by your tits practically spilling from your top. “and yuqi! hey long time no see!” he said sweetly, giving her a side hug.

“hi! it’s good to see you, cheol,” she giggled. 

“are you gonna introduce us?” you motioned to his friend beside him and smiled. 

the friend smiled and reached a hand out, “hey, i’m chan! nice to meet you both.” after shaking both of your hands, a warm smile across his face, he turned around to finish concocting a drink for himself. 

“you know we have a spare room. if you guys want, you can have some drinks! chan makes a mean lemon drop.” cheol offered you both. 

yuqi got a devilish smile on her face, “don’t mind if i do, fred. one lemon drop, please, daphne!” she giggled leaning backwards on the counter next to chan, watching what he was doing over her shoulder. she faced forward after a moment and motioned her head toward you. “what about you miss latex?” she smirked giving you a once over. the girl wasn’t even drinking yet and she was already getting flirty. typical. (<3)

“don’t even let her answer that,” seungcheol quickly intervened. “make blackcat a drink, please. the pretty lady deserves it,” he grinned, wrapping an arm around you. 

“well thank you, cheolie… but deserve it? for what?” you asked cutely, looking up at him. 

“putting up with my bitchass. thank you for coming tonight. i’m glad you did,” he stated sweetly, giving you a kiss atop your head. you just leaned into him, silently telling him “you’re welcome” and “me too”. 

“what’s up?” you look over at chan who’s finishing your drink up, and he’s got his phone between his ear and shoulder. “oh shit okay! we’ll be right out!” he hung up, sliding the phone in his pocket, then turned around handing you your drink. “pretty lady,” he smiled. “cheol lets go. that was vernon, they’re outside.” he said, patting cheol on the shoulder, making his way out of the kitchen hurriedly. 

“okay! you two wait right here, i’ll be back.” seungcheol requested, then ran after chan. 

“oh god,” you walked forward to the counter and turned so your back was leaning on it with yuqi. you two looked out from the kitchen, into the crowd of people that had seemingly gotten significantly larger since you’d arrived minutes ago. “they’ve all gotta be members of the mystery inc huh…” you trailed off.

“i wonder what poor guy they got to be scooby,” yuqi empathized. 

“i bet it’s soonyoung.”

“be so fucking for real, y/n. he’s a fucking tiger every year,” yuqi said pointedly. she was right. 

just then, the room got significantly more quiet meaning- oh those boys and their group entrances…

it was never anything elaborate, but they did have to make their presence known. cheol almost always walking in first as the rest of the boys followed. 

you and yuqi made your way out of the kitchen to the living room, disregarding cheol’s words from earlier. you two managed to push toward the front of the swarm of people that were gathered near the door. shouts then could be heard from all over, praising the commitment of all the boys. first was cheol as fred, then chan as daphne walking alongside wonwoo as velma, and last but not least vernon as shaggy with… not soonyoung as scooby. “who the fuck is that?” you nearly drooled leaning over into yuqi’s ear. 

“wonwoo?” she suggested. 

“no, dumbass, obviously i know wonwoo… who’s scooby?” your voice dropping a cool octave or two in curiosity. 

“i don’t know but… fuck is he fine,” she said bluntly. 

you both had your eyes locked on him until yuqi’s gaze redirected to wonwoo… her main interest right now and always. “if you’ll excuse me,” she hummed, grazing a hand across your shoulder and handing you her whip as she strolled forward toward the tall boy wearing thicker framed glasses than normal.

you made your way back to the kitchen to wait for one of your friends to come back, knowing one of them would find their way to you. 

or so you thought. 

someone did definitely make their way to you, but it wasn’t cheol, yuqi, or even chan. 

“i didn’t know blackcat carried around a whip,” scooby shot you a cheeky smile while reaching beside you on the counter for a drink. 

you smiled, leaning your hip on the counter to face him. “she doesn’t, but cat woman does and she needed me to hold it for her.”

“well… i’m glad she needed you to because it gave me an excuse to talk to you.” you both chuckled, your face getting flushed. he turned, mirroring your position against the counter. “i’m mingyu. i just joined the frat,” he explained rather shy in comparison to his confident demeanor that he approached you with. it was charming. 

“well hello mingyu,” you chuckled, chugging the rest of your lemon drop. “i’m y/n. i’m friends with cheol.”

“oh no way! you’re like… his best friend,” he laughs trying his drink. you giggled watching his face contort at the potency of the alcohol. “hey don’t laugh! bleh! but it’s nice to finally meet you.” 

“it’s nice to meet you too,” you covered your mouth to snicker a bit more as if that makes it any less “mean”. 

once he recovered a moment later, he sat his cup down and spoke up again. “you know, y/n, you make a beautiful blackcat,” he complimented, giving you a once over as respectfully as he could. from the minute he laid eyes on you when yuqi had walked way from you, he knew he had to talk to you. your little whip that didn’t go with your costume was his perfect excuse, and… you looked amazing. that could’ve even been enough of an excuse on its own. 

your cheeks grew warm at the compliment with his demeanor and tone. it’d shifted to something more sensual than before. his eyes getting darker, but still soft. 

“thank you,” you smiled before reaching up to play with one of his ears. “and you make an adorable puppy.” 

his body stiffened, but it was so subtle you almost didn’t notice. you chose to ignore it, moving to his collar. “did minghao make this?” you asked, tilting your head admiring the well recreated scooby dog tag. you pulled on it a little, as if to test its durability, but really you wanted to see if this was doing something to the tall man before you. sure enough, you watched as he swallowed rather hard under your touch. you wouldn’t have noticed had you not been staring at his throat already. 

“y-yeah he did. he’s really talented,” he said softly, slightly tilting his head back as you took your finger from the collar, and slowly traced it down his chest that was only covered by a thin, tight brown t-shirt. 

“what’s the matter, scooby? cat got your tongue?” you asked in a very playful way, not wanting to come off too strong too fast as you were already mere centimeters away from his body now. 

when he looked down at you, his eyes were pleading. desperate. like he was silently begging for you to do something more. he couldn’t find the words to answer your silly question. instead he sent his eyes to scan your face, lingering longer over your lips. 

“gyu!” you both jumped back from each other. up pranced soonyoung, but he wasn’t a tiger. “and y/n? hey!” he gave you a hug and you squeezed him back. 

“hey soonyoung!” you gathered your composure far quicker than mingyu who was still trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. “a cowboy this year?” you motioned your hands to his costume. 

“had to change it up,” he shrugged. “still got my date, though,” he grinned. you knew it was the stupid plastic skeleton he dragged along every year in the spirit of the holiday. 

“well, wherever you set her down, i can imagine she goes way better with this outfit than the tiger onesie,” you both laugh.

“girl… a whip? i don’t think blackcat-“

“shutup, i know. it’s yuqi’s. she’s catwoman.” you deadpanned. 

he put his hands up as if to surrender, “got it, no need to use it on me.” you two laughed together again.

mingyu wasn’t enjoying this conversation like you and soonyoung were, however. 

he gently grabbed your wrist while patting soonyoung on the shoulder. “excuse us,” were the first words to come out of his mouth in the past couple minutes. it came out low and demanding, an extreme contrast from the state you had him in before soonyoung showed up. 

you looked at soonyoung then shrugged your shoulders in confusion and blew him a quick kiss, whip in hand as mingyu pulled you away. “have fun!” he yelled after you both. 

“mingyu, where the fuck are we going?” you finally ask as he's pulling you up the stairs.

“my room,” he states bluntly. 

“your room? why didn’t you just get ready here then?” your genuine curiosity taking over. 

mingyu stopped you both in front of his door. “except for cheol and chan, we all got ready at vernon’s,” he answered very matter of fact, then his eyebrows furrowed remembering what he was doing. 

he opened his door, pulling you in with him. once he closed the door, he grabbed you and pushed you against it, hands cupping your face, instantly attacking your lips with his own. your hand naturally found its way to his long, wavy hair while your other rested on his chest. you slightly tugged at his hair, a groan escaping his lips. you smiled and chuckled against his mouth, knowing exactly how this was gonna end, despite his attempts at taking control of the situation. 

he ignored your cockiness, moving a hand to the zipper of your top, toying with it just to be a dick. after about 10 seconds of that, you decided it was enough. 

“why don’t you be a good puppy and unzip me already,” you pull on his hair hard enough to pull him away this time. his eyes desperately searched yours, not understanding, himself, why every time you called him that, it made him feel weak in his knees. 

“o-okay,” he stuttered before unzipping your top the rest of the way. his mouth hung open at the way your tits broke free from the tight latex. “god..” he whispered. eyes still locked on your chest, he tried to speak, “c-can i please-”

“yes,” you breathed, not letting him finish his sentence, knowing exactly what he wanted. 

mingyu wasted no time, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, desperately sucking on the skin as if his life depended on it. a low groan escaped your lips as you finally dropped the whip on the floor, and moved that hand to his back, lightly scratching at him through the thin fabric of his shirt. he moaned against your chest, sending a chill down your spine.

“on your knees,” you demanded. he pulled away from your chest with a rather puzzled expression on his face. “don’t make me say it again,” and with that, he practically dropped to the floor, looking up at you with the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. “good boy,” you praised, petting his head between his ears. you walked over to his bed, sitting yourself down at the edge of it. 

“come,” you said gently. mingyu started to stand up. “nuh uh,” you stopped him. “on all fours.”

“i- but i-,” he tried to protest, stumbling over his words.

“crawl. or i’ll walk out that door right now,” you threatened. 

he immediately got back on his knees, then bent forward, using his arms to help him crawl over to you. he didn’t break eye contact as he made his way to where you sat on his bed, your legs slightly opened. you leaned down, reaching in between your legs for his collar. you hooked two fingers underneath it and pulled him forward. he wrapped his arms around your waist, knees still planted on the floor as he looked at you longingly. 

“what a good puppy,” you cooed, moving your hand from his collar to his hair along with your other hand. you petted him right next to his ears on either side of his head. he hummed, tilting his head to the side, you moving your hand so he could rest his face on it. you thought this was just gonna be a typical dom/sub dynamic, but you quickly started realizing that it was far more than that. 

you leaned down giving him a soft kiss to his lips, making him crave more. he moved his hands up to your face, pulling you back down. you both hungrily attacked each others lips, breathing in every bit of the other. “what the fuck are you doing to me,” he growled between kisses. to be quite honest, you had no idea either. you didn’t even know this man, really. 

“get on the bed,” you demanded, out of breath. he mumbled, “okay,” then stood up and sat in the middle of his bed. “lay down, obviously,” you deadpanned. he felt like an idiot as he laid himself down. he watched you with big eyes as you crawled up his body. you sat yourself on top of him and reached to hook your fingers under his collar again. you used it to pull him up to your level. 

“take your stupid shirt off.” he fumbled with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. you ripped it from his hands and threw it across the room to god knows where. you pushed him back down, diving after his neck with your mouth. his back arched slightly from the bed as a whimper escaped his lips. as your teeth sunk into his skin, beginning to suck, his chest pressed against yours.

he knew it wasn’t physically possible for him to get closer to your body, but he could try. he was desperate. he craved your warmth. he craved you. a complete stranger. “y/n, please,” he whined.

“please what?” you whispered into his ear, then proceeded to kiss down his neck to his chest. all he could do was make pathetic little noises in response. “cmon, use your words like a good boy, huh?” you cooed looking up at him. you traced your fingers over his large pecs sending chills through his whole body.

“f-fuck,” he threw his head back into the pillow. “fuck me, y/n, please!” he panted, grabbing at the sheets beneath him.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you teased as you slipped a hand under his pants, grabbing him through his boxers. you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your mouth when you felt how big he was. he looked down at you with flushed cheeks, embarrassed at how easily he was being turned on by your words alone. 

“i- i would love that, y/n,” his eyes were so desperate, so needy. “c-can i take my pants off?” god, he was so obedient. it excited you beyond your own comprehension. before you could even think about it, you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his pants and started shimmying them down his thick, muscular thighs. 

“fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. the tent in his boxers was intimidating to say the least. you sat on his thighs as you pulled his cock out, admiring the way it grew even more at your direct touch. mingyu was panting like a bitch underneath you and you hadn't even started stroking him yet. “easy there, big boy,” you giggled at his uneasiness. as you started pumping him with one hand, you used the other to stabilize yourself above him.

a deep groan ripped from his throat as he screwed his eyes shut at the sensation. “does that feel good, puppy?” you asked innocently. mingyu whimpered and looked into your eyes again, mere inches away. he used all his extra strength to push his head up to capture your lips with his. this kiss was far deeper than the others. it felt… more intimate than before.

“please y/n i need you,” he whispered against your lips. honestly, you needed him too, so instead of continuing the torture any longer, you got off the bed to remove your top completely, and took your pants off. before getting back on top of him, you pulled his pants the rest of the way down, then stood at the edge of the bed, gawking.

this man’s body was godly. skin the perfect shade of gold, soft muscle curves, the slight glisten on his skin as the moonlight from the window reflects off of his sweat. and his face… fuck, his face. the way his eyes glisten with lust and need, his lips swollen and slightly parted as he’s nearly drooling, waiting for you to do something, and to top it all off, his puppy ears on his head with the collar on his neck making him all the more irresistible. 

you climbed back on top of him, his eyes not leaving yours, whether you were looking back at him or not. he only looked away when you started grinding your soaked cunt against his cock. he watched intensely as your slick coated him from top to bottom, his tip leaking precum each time you slid forward. “ready for me to fuck you, gyu?” you nearly whined out, your hands firmly placed on his chest to balance yourself.

“b-been ready, mo-” he stopped himself. “fuuuck please, y/n, please.” he begged. 

“what a good fucking boy you are. don’t even have to ask you to beg.” you lifted yourself, and as if there was a form of telepathy happening, he reached down to lift his cock straight up, ready for you to do nothing but line yourself up and sink down in him. however… you both knew that was going to be painful for you. your nails began to dig lightly into his chest as you slowly sunk yourself down on him. a long string of whimpers falling from your lips while he gripped your hips, helping you steady yourself as you now sat all the way down on his cock. you swiveled your hips a couple times before slowly lifting them and slamming back down onto him without warning. a gasp escaping your own lips.

“ah! Fuck!” mingyu cried out, throwing his head back into the pillows again. the grip he had on your hips only tightened.

you moved your hands to his neck, applying only slight pressure as you started moving up and down on his cock. his breathing became sporadic, and you could feel his veins on his neck starting to bulge under your fingers as you started to pick up your pace. “collar getting too tight?” you breathed. 

“n-no,” mingyu choked out. “mmmph~ i like it,” his voice was hoarse, but soft. his hands finally moved from your hips to roam your body. he dragged them up your waist until he was cupping your tits. he started kneading the flesh, licking his lips as he watched your face start to contort with pleasure. you let go of his neck and put your hands on top of his, over your chest. 

the scene was so beautiful before him, he was growing more and more impatient, needing to chase his high. you threw your head back crying out a “fuck!” as mingyu started meeting each bounce of yours with a sharp thrust. 

“a-am i doing a good job?” he whined, “does it feel good?” all he wanted was your validation and praise. 

“y-yes~ fuck- such a good boy for me,” you cooed as stable as possible. you brought a hand down and combed your fingers through his hair right below his puppy ears. his thrusts slowed and so did you. you hadn’t realized how much of the “fucking” was being done by him now instead of you. he hummed and closed his eyes while you ran your fingers through his hair again. both of your movements came to a complete stop. nothing but cockwarming and heavy breaths while you petted the pretty boy beneath you. 

once he opened his eyes, you gave him a soft smile and he nestled his face into your hand. looking up at you with those puppy eyes, the next words that came out of his mouth were jarring to say the least. “w-will you sit on my face? please?” you could’ve sworn he batted his lashes too. 

you giggled before teasing him, “are you seriously asking to pleasure me right now?” 

“no im fucking begging, y/n please.” he whined. 

“well, when you beg like such a good boy, how could i tell you no, hm?” you hummed before moving your hands to his headboard, climbing up his body, stabilizing yourself over his face. 

he wasted no time trying to attack your core with his tongue, but you didn’t want to let him have it that easily. you moved a hand down to tug at his hair, pulling him off of you. “nuh uh. stick out your tongue,” you demanded. 

“w-what?” his eyes were big with uncertainty. 

“did i stutter? stick out your tongue and stay like a good puppy.” you spit at him, no patience left in your voice. 

so, mingyu did just that. slowly but surely he opened his mouth wide, laying his tongue out for you like the good boy he was. 

you lowered yourself back down onto his tongue, slowly moving your soaked cunt back and forth. he just looked up at you with such adoration in his eyes, but tongue out like an absolute idiot. it was driving you crazy. 

mingyu was going arguably more crazy, though. he wanted to devour you. taste every single inch of you, and lap up every last drop of your arousal like there was no tomorrow. 

you let out a whimper that drove him over the edge, and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. he brought his strong arms up, wrapping them around your thighs, locking you in place on his face. you gripped onto his bed frame tighter as he began to suck on your clit with such vigor, you almost came on the spot. 

fuck he’s good at this. 

he then started fucking his tongue in and out of you, using his own strength alone to bounce you up and down slightly on the muscle. 

“mmph~ fuuuck~ mingyu please, don’t stop,” you pleaded, knuckles white from holding onto his headboard for dear life. who was he to deny you? he moved one of his hands from your thigh to the bundle of nerves above where his tongue was fucking in and out of you. as soon as he started rubbing gentle but fast circles on your clit, you knew you weren’t gonna last long. the familiar knot in your tummy forming far faster than you’d like to admit. 

“p-puppy i’m c-close. gonna make me cum,” you half panted, half wailed. 

he moved his mouth away to talk, fingers still working on your clit. 

“cum for me please baby, cum all over my tongue,” his voice had dropped to a dangerously low tone. he went back to tongue fucking you and your grip on his headboard became so tight you thought you might break it. 

“gyu! fuck! i’m- fuck!” a wave of pure euphoria flooded your whole body faster than you could comprehend. mingyu lapped up every last bit of cum dripping from your cunt.

“jesus christ,” you panted.

“okay y/n, all fours.”

“what?” you looked down at mingyu’s big brown eyes in complete shock.

“i- i’m sorry please can i fuck you on all fours?”

“mingyu i’m not worried about how you wanna fuck me-”

“then, please? can i? I’ve been a good boy…”

“you definitely have,” you reassured, moving a piece of his hair out of his face. “i just don’t know if i have the energy for that right now.”

“you don’t have to do anything, just- y/n just let me take care of you…” his voice was so soft and genuine. nothing like you were used to from a hookup.

“fine… then can i just lay on my back?” you both chuckled.

“whatever you want.”

once you guys repositioned yourselves, mingyu on top of you for the first time tonight, you couldn’t help but let your mind race. i could get used to this view… y/n stop it’s just a fucking hookup, you’ll only ever see him again in passing. but his voice… the way he’s speaking to me is so… sweet… so? he’s probably just fucking pussy whipped. and pussy whipped he was, but it wasn’t that simple.

“are you ready, baby?” his eyes scanning yours intently as if to catch any trace of uncertainty that may reside in your eyes.

“y-yes. at least i hope,” you giggled. a fangy smile gracing his face. fuck, his smile.

as mingyu started to push himself into you, you winced at the stretch. it was almost like he’d gotten bigger since you were on top of him earlier. “ah~ fuck gyu,” you whined.

“too much? do you want me to stop?”

“no, no please don’t stop,” you just gripped onto his arms and closed your eyes.

a couple seconds later and he finally bottomed out, causing both of you to let out a string of low moans as you both adjusted to the feeling of his rather fucking huge dick inside of you. (how else was i supposed to word that like c’mon now)

within a minute mingyu was drilling into you at an animalistic pace. the grip you had on his biceps probably close to breaking skin with your nails. your back arched at its limit. both of you sounding like you're in one of the most hardcore pornos ever filmed. the bed creaking, slamming into the wall… you get it.

the rest of the world had completely withered away at this point when suddenly… 

BANG BANG BANG! “jesus christ, mingyu! that you in there?” seungcheol… fuck.

mingyu stilled all movement, “uhhh yeah… what do you want?” he dropped his head onto the pillow right next to your head. you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Sorry.. just uh… have you seen y/n?!” he yelled from the other side of the door. mingyu’s head shot up, both of you looking at each other with complete panic in your eyes.

“you could… you could say that i’ve seen her… yeah?” mingyu yelled back, wincing as he awaited his response.

when seuncheol didn’t answer right away, you decided to speak up. “hi cheol…” you said softly but loud enough for him to hear you.

“you’re fucking kidding,” seungcheol scoffed before walking away yelling, “you two fuckbirds have fun!”

you and mingyu just laid there for a second before bursting out laughing.

“okay that was embarrassing,” you covered your face.

“oh don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he grinned, leaning down to start kissing on your neck. “you think i can’t feel how much wetter you got?” he bucked his hips into you without warning, making you yelp. he just chuckled, lifting his head up to look at you again.

your mouth was hung open like an idiot, unsure of how to respond, actually embarrassed now.

“look who’s the tough guy now, huh?” he taunted, beginning to slowly pump in and out of you again. your eyes rolled back into your head and your hands reached for his hair. sensing that the puppy fun would be ending now, you tried to focus your vision enough to unclip the ears from his hair and throw them elsewhere in his room. “oh, are we done with those now?” he asked in such a bitchy tone, you could’ve slapped him back into his submissive state, but you were over the playing now.

“mingyu, just fuck me,” you panted now able to put your hands in his hair how you please.

“that’s no way to get what you want now, gorgeous.”

“mingyu, please just fuck me already!” you whined, wrapping your legs around his torso. 

the groan that escaped his lips at that action was inhuman as he sped back up to his pace from before, however, far harder. 

“fuck! Mingyu!” you cried out, unable to do or say anything else.

“what? wanted me to f-fuck you, no?” he teased, stopping to lift one of your legs over his shoulder, then removing your mask in one quick motion before pounding into you again. the new angle pushed you to your limit once again, far too fast for your own sanity. “let go for me again baby, i can feel it. you’re c-close aren’t you?” he cooed softly in contrast to his brutal movements. “touch yourself for me,” he breathed. 

you moved a hand down to your clit, rubbing away at the bud while your other arm moved to his back, pulling his body closer to yours as you reached your high. the close proximity bringing his clingy self closer to his own breaking point. 

now forehead to forehead, the knot in your stomach about to snap, you moved your other hand up to his back, fingertips lightly pressing into the skin. mingyu brought a hand to your neck, holding it gently, but firm as he railed into you for the last few times. 

“-m cumming!” you cried, now digging your nails into his back. 

“fuck!” he growled at the lovely sting of the scratches you were leaving. your cunt fluttering around his cock however was the final straw. “ah~ baby~” he groaned before crashing his lips into yours as his orgasm hit. 

“so… you always have wipes conveniently available on your nightstand?” you giggled, curled up in his arms under his blankets. 

“you know, it was actually pure luck,” he started. “cheol did a grocery run today and when he brought me my bag there were a couple of our toiletries and i was gonna go put them in the bathroom bu-”

“hey, gyu?” you looked up at him. 

“yeah?”

“shhhhh…” you smiled, placing a soft kiss to his lips before laying your head back down on his chest.

he kissed the top of your head and whispered with a chuckle, “sorry. i talk too much.”

“uh uh just… sleepy,” you yawned. 

how you two managed to tune out the party is beyond anyone’s guess. he didn’t have to run his fingers in your hair for a full minute before you knocked out, but he did anyway until he fell asleep himself. 

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[dontbesoweirdkira]

Okay, so, the ask about yandere platonic dick cheating and how the reader would react has me wondering; what would happen if the reader somehow found out that Dick didn't actually change and decided to go no contact, because they couldn't trust him or maybe because they just don't want to be around someone like that? Would that cause Dick to spiral more? What exactly would be the consequences of going no contact? (Like a complete cut off, although it'd be a bit hard to do that since they live in the same house)

(I was a bit disappointed to read that he probably wouldn't change, but it seemed realistic to me because habits are hard to break and everyone in the batfam is messed up. Although, I imagine after years of therapy or something similar there might be some sort of change. But, I doubt anyone in the batfam is getting therapy... except maybe reader)

Sorry yeah, i don't like to think Dick is actually a cheater or this shitty. I just like to humor different scenarios i get requested. But you cannot deny that this man is a messy whore. THIS IS THE FACE OF EVILLL

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Look, cheaters are so sloppy. Even the ones who put the most effort into it are always bound to slip up. I imagine batsis isn't a fool. Like Richard...no way did you just go from being a serial cheater to suddenly being completely cleansed. You're an addict baby boy.

Like i said at first he's actually wanting to get clean for his baby sis and to be a good role model. I think it'd be very obvious to you that he's actually trying. He's irritable and really struggling to cope with the fact he has to put the phone down. You can see him obsessively checking his phone for what you'd assume to be a message or notification from one of his hookups. You can tell he's torn up about loosing his partners because he came clean about his unethical practices....

There's no hiding. This is such a deep seeded issue and it is really taking a toll on him. This is something like you said will need YEARS of therapy to fix.

So now Dick is trying to bullshit you a few days later...right in front of your salad! He's just sooo happy and he's proud about this new leaf turned????? Yesterday he looked like he was about to breakdown in tears because he'd been abstinent for just 48 hrs...and now he's glowing???

Dick, your patrol ended at 2 am last night...you came home at 6 am...please don't play with me rn.

not me getting heated. lol

He doesn't explicitly tell you he's back to his old ways. He's willing to keep lying his way into keeping you and this habit but it's undeniable. You know that his gf only forgave him because he lied to her too. It makes you sick when you saw the text of him telling her that he's busy with family and then left out for the rest of the day to go be with someone else.

Maybe you explode on him about it? Last time you were as nice as you could be about it but you cannot deal with the games anymore.

I liked to think in this scenario you're yelling at him and he's just still gas-lighting you, He throws every card to make you feel bad for accusing him. It absolute drives you mad. He's just so calm while you're are trying not to strangle him.

"Baby bat, i love you. I think you're just tired and are imagining things. You're convincing yourself that i'm still the old Dick because you're hurting...i understand and I forgive you. Maybe we should set up therapy sessions to help you let go of the past? Hmm?"

"YOU MOTHER FU-"

Ugh but i love him he's so fucked

The irony of him suggesting you therapy when he's the one riddles with mommy issues and the most insane coping mechanisms...

Dick isn't going to allow you to go no contact. You cannot go no contact with someone you live in the same house with. You are bound to interact and when you are dealing with someone like dick...it just won't work. The bat kids are extremely resilient and are well versed in making someone crack. You wouldn't be the exception.

More realistically you'd probably just be cold towards Dick. That's the best you can do. Not really responding to him and basically stone walling...

But i imagine this version of Dick to be much more forceful. He's done with your self righteousness. How dare you suggest moving out. That isn't an option because he needs to see his baby sister everyday. You are breaking up the family over this. You cannot cut him off because he's flawed...it's not that serious y/n. None of the other siblings are breathing down his neck. Maybe if you weren't so frustrating..he could actually become a better person. You are the one that is preventing him from being better with all your pressure!!

You packed your bags and are fully ready to walk out of this family for good because there's just too many wrong doings swept under the rug and here comes dick who is FUMING... He's trying to rip your bags out of your hands and grab you up..

You are not doing this to him. Stop being so-

Maybe your siblings step in and help you to leave. They help Dick calm down because they respect that it's your choice to live how you'd life.

Dick isn't stopping once you're gone. Especially if you're still in Gotham. There's a shadow that follows you where you go. Tons of messages and calls from unknown numbers. Even scarily enough..a blue toy bird left at your door with a small note that read

"Missed me, my little birdie? We'll be seeing each other again soon."

[sai-int]

I cannot get the image of rts!simon jerking off in his cell after he read her letter, and fantasizing about her; the way her letter like brought him back to life in a way and how much he thought about her while he was in prison

hope you enjoy this! sorry this took so long, i have no excuse except for the fact that I’ve just been living life and stuff.

sad to announce that this will be my last addition to the sent for you universe! thank you all for joining me on this ride. i figured this ask would be the perfect way to pull everything together, full circle.

he’d gotten dozens of letters since they locked him up.

half from strangers, half from sick little admirers. girls who wanted a piece of the infamous man behind the mask. some sent polaroids—sprawled out in front of grimy bathroom mirrors, tits pressed together under cheap lace, branding his name on their skin like they knew him.

and sure, it was flattering in the most hollow of ways. he’d had a wank to a few in the early weeks—why not? tits are tits when you’re caged up like an animal.

but none of it stuck. none of it felt like anything worthwhile.

—oh, but then your letter came.

no name he recognized. no perfume soaked into the envelope, no photo curled inside. nothing flashy. just folded notebook paper. just ink. just you.

and it gutted him.

because you didn’t offer yourself up like meat. you didn’t coo over his reputation or articulate lewd fantasies about the size of his cock. you just wrote to him. told him you didn’t know why you felt so drawn. that you thought of him sometimes.

with only your name scrawled at the bottom—no face, no body, no tits. just a ghost of a girl who somehow felt realer than anything he’d touched in his life.

he sat there on the creaky mattress—bare, worn, thin as paper—just holding it. reading it. rereading it. by the third pass, his body was thrumming—alive and electric, like a starving shark catching a single drop of blood from miles away, instincts firing before thought could catch up.

he swore he could smell your skin on the paper. feel the heat of your palm in the swirls of your e’s, the curve of your hips in the dips of your b’s.

—like he could map you—follow the ink like a trail of fingerprints, sketch your breathless little sighs between each space, each line.

then you mentioned it. soft. offhand.

“…i’ve never even been with someone before. not really. it’s not like i don’t want to… just gets harder as you get older, i guess..”

he read that line and shook.

a virgin. sweet little thing. untouched. writing him.

“big, bad ghost,”

he could’ve fucking howled.

his cock stirred in his scratchy, prison-issued sweats before he even realized it. slow and aching, the way blood rushes back to a numbed limb. not just aroused. not just needy. but possessive. like the idea of you letting anyone else take that part of you was suddenly offensive.

he tipped his head back against the pillow, teeth gritted, one hand slipping beneath the waistband while the other clenched the letter in a death grip.

his palm dragged over the stiff peak of his cock—tip slick already, hot to the touch—and he groaned into the fabric. low. animal.

he imagined your legs spread over clean bedsheets, your hand shaking as you wrote that line. wondered if you had regretted it, if touched yourself after, sweet and tentative, thinking of him.

the strokes of his fist sped up. the letter crumpling in his tightening fist.

he could see you now—eyes soft, mouth parted, hips shifting under your own touch, whispering his name like a secret. like a sin.

that thought broke him.

his hips jerked. breath hitched. and when he finally came, it was with his forehead pressed to the pillow, choking back a guttural moan, hot, thick ropes of cum shooting onto your pretty words, mixing with the ink you left there as he whispered your name like prayer.

he couldn’t bring himself to let go of the letter. not for hours.

folded it. slid it beneath his mattress like scripture.

he didn’t care if he was covered in his spend—he couldn’t throw away something so precious.

when the nights got cold, he’d reach for it like warmth.

because you weren’t a fantasy or a pair of tits, you were real.

and he was dead set on making you his.

[blitziwitchwrites]

pairing: older bf!ryomen sukuna x reader

content warnings/tags: domestic fluff, cursing/language, age gap (sukuna in his 40s and reader in her 20s), size difference, brief mention of family conflict (jin and sukuna), suggestive but no smut

author’s note: little bit of a long imagine, but i saw fanart of sukuna in glasses yesterday and then again earlier today and had to write this. happy valentine's day!

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imagining older boyfriend!sukuna’s eyes are wearing out with his increasing age, and he has to get glasses that he absolutely fucking hates.

“tch.”

you know that song all too well. after being with your older boyfriend, ryomen sukuna, for as long as you have, now going on living together for over a year now, that was the sound he always made whenever something was bothering him and he didn’t want to just tell you about it, rather wanting you to go on and ask him about it.

it’s late at night, and after having to wake up early and accompany your boyfriend to the eye doctor to pick out a pair of frames and order contact lenses, you were quite ready for bed. sitting beneath your warm satin covers, you glance over as your boyfriend moves over to the bed and lifts the cover, climbing in next to you, his frames still perched neatly over his eyes.

“what’s the matter, ryo?” you hum softly, leaning over to be closer to him. you lean your chin on his large biceps, as he is so ridiculously tall that you cannot even comfortably rest it on his shoulder when you are sitting next to each other, his large and muscular body half-sunken into his side of the mattress.

“flimsy pieces of plastic. shit’s ridiculous.”

“you’re seriously still beefin’ with your glasses?” you giggle, batting your eyelashes up at him, your eyes trailing over the thin black metal perched over his nose and boxing around his eyes, sliding back his cheeks and sharp jaw and tucking behind his ears.

sukuna scoffs, looking over at you, furrowing his eyebrows and letting another ‘tch’ sound click from his mouth, before he looks away from you. he clasps his fingers around the black metal piece resting on the bridge of his nose, beginning to pull the glasses from his face with a roll of his eyes. “fuck kinda language are you using brat? beefin’? fuck that even supposed to mean?”

gently, you brush your hand up, gently placing it over his large and thick fingers that are attempting to take off the glasses without breaking them- again. thank god for the warranty on the glasses, because when you two had initially picked up the frames, he hadn’t even made it out of the office yet before he looked at the frames and squeezed them just a little too hard and broke them, resulting in him having to walk into walls and struggle to drive for another three days before you two could pick up the repaired ones.

you gently push his fingers back towards his face, placing the glasses right back onto his nose. “i think they look sexy.”

sukuna furrows his eyebrows at you, minding himself to resist the natural urge to swipe your hand away from his face like he would anyone or anything else, minus his tattoo artist who’d inked his face all those years ago, long before he met you. sukuna was not used to being gentle. he’d never been a gentle man with anyone before you, and even with you, sometimes he had to mind himself because you were so much smaller and more fragile than anything he’d ever handled before. he simply turns his hand, lightly clasping it over yours, his entire hand enveloping yours as he pulls your hand away from his face. “don’t be ridiculous. they look absurd.”

“no, ryo.” you giggle, leaning up, batting your thick, soft eyelashes up at the man as he scowls down at you, your fingers gently bunching up while trapped under his own. nobody else ever referred to sukuna by his first name and lived to tell the tall, except you. nobody had ever even given him a nickname for his last name, much less his first name. “they make you look distinguished.”

“don’t patronize me, brat. there is not a thing about me that gives off what you are alluding to, so if anything, this stupid plastic just looks out of place.” sukuna responds to you, though his voice is a little gentler this time. a little softer. there’s a hint of vulnerability to his voice that nobody else but you had ever witnessed before.

you giggle, feeling his hand squeeze yours before he drops it, leaving both of your hands to rest in his lap. without warning, you shift from your side of the bed, climbing into your older boyfriend’s lap and straddling him, your knees resting on his outer thighs as you do so. instinctively, his large hands move to your waist and just gently rest there, keeping you secure so you do not fall off his lap and off the bed like you have in the past. once you are secure on his lap, you lean forward, having to let your knees sink into the mattress a bit as you move. you place your hand on his chest this time, leaning on him for stability as you pucker your lips, softly kissing the bridge of his nose between his eyes, your lips softly pressing against the frames and his sore flesh from holding them for a whole day for the first time ever.

sukuna shuts his eyes, melting into your loving gesture. his large hands squeeze your waist, his calloused fingers pressing against your back tenderly as he does so. you hold your lips for a moment there, your hand gently twitching on his chest, before you pull away, resting yourself to sit back on his lap. “i think the contrast looks nice.” you say softly up to him, your voice just above a soft whisper. sukuna opens his eyes, causing you to giggle, the frames of his glasses lightly fogged from the breath that had left your lips after your kiss. sukuna rolls his eyes, but can’t seem to retract the gentle begrudging smile that rests on his lips and the light flush of pink that brushes the tips of his ears. 

“you speak such nonsense.”

“you know i’m right,” your counter, a playful smile plastered over your face as you watch the older man, who is always so poised and kept together and cold in the presence of others practically melt from your simple words. “you look even better in them than jin does.”

sukuna’s face falters, whatever resemblance of restraint he had been using now crumbling. he looks at you, his breath hitching slightly as he looks down at you, squeezing your waist. ah, yes. the man’s younger twin brother. the golden child, you always teasingly called him. the husband, the father, the one who was always better in every way. sukuna had never gotten along with him, and after a while, stopped trying to compete and had lived his life in every way opposite to his brother, sick of the comparisons their lives had always lived. hell, sukuna hadn’t even touched a woman until you came along and were too sweet to resist, not wanting to have to face any bad husband allegations, unlike his brother who was always considered the perfect man to his wife, kaori.

even though sukuna had never intended to love another, he couldn’t ever have managed to stay away from you. and he was glad he didn’t. you were the first person in his whole life, in all of the years he carried, who never compared him or made him feel lesser. sukuna had been tempted to even tell you he was an only child, but he didn’t want to be dishonest with you, and he was glad he wasn’t when you exceeded all expectations and never once put him down in comparison of the man who carried an identical face to him, yet polar personality.

you hum softly, gently laying a kiss on sukuna’s lips. his hand slowly slides up, cupping your cheek tenderly, his other hand slowly rubbing up and down your side. you both melt into the affectionate kiss, sukuna’s shut eyes keeping him unaware of the way his glasses had significantly fogged up more from the passion of the intimate moment, until you gently pull back and look up at him as he opens his eyes.

“tch. flimsy lenses tryna keep me from lookin’ at my wife.”

your face softens, but you barely have time to register his words when he suddenly reaches up and pinches the corner of the frames, pulling them off his face… only the frames to snap! right where the arm of the glasses meets the corner, the long thin wire falling down into your laps and resting on your thigh.

“ryo!” you whine, picking up the arm, only to drop it again when your boyfriend’s hands both swiftly slide underneath your thighs and push them up after he tosses the remnants of his glasses that had been in his hands away. sukuna roughly pushes you onto your back, his hands gripping your thighs, your knees behind your head and into the mattress as he roughly kisses you. the frames become next to nothing as you quickly slide your hands up his face, locking your fingers in his hair, returning the hungry and passionate kiss as your knees bend, your legs hooking over his shoulders. your fingers remain locked in his hair, even as he suddenly bites down on your lip and then proceeds to pull away, his eyes narrowing as his nose brushes against yours, his hands gripping your thighs harder. he grunts slightly, before turning his head, beginning to slather kisses down your neck.

you two can replace them tomorrow. right now, his biggest priority was making sure he made his beloved feel just as good as she always made him feel.

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[smartkookiee]

MasterList

Please make sure you read any associated tags in the series pages!! This post is just to give you a general sense of the story!

A few notes:

everything I write is a work of fiction

everything I write has adult/18+ content (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Just JK fics (only for now, I'll write other members eventually)

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Jeon Jungkook Series

❥pairing: Jungkook x Reader

❥genre/rating: 18+ explicit content, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, enemies with benefits

❥description: You and Jungkook have always been at each other's throats, bound by a mutual disdain that runs deep. You both would rather step into traffic than be alone together. But when a chance encounter at a wedding leads to an unexpected and forbidden arrangement, the lines between enemies and something more begin to blur.

As your fiery clashes give way to stolen moments and fragile truces, both of you are forced to confront the pain and secrets that have kept you apart for so long. When the past and present collide, you and Jungkook must decide whether the scars you both hide are worth revealing—and if your fractured bond can ever be whole again.

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Jeon Jungkook Series

❥pairing: Jungkook x Reader

❥genre/rating: strangers to lovers, 18+

❥description: How to Lose A Guy in 30 Days! A guide of what you shouldn't do in the first 30 days of a relationship if you don't want him running for the hills! You get to see my experiment with the things I did wrong in the first 30 days of a brand new relationship.

You have just received your first opportunity to write your own column at Composure Magazine. This is everything that you have ever dreamed of and should be simple enough, drive a guy away in 30 days. Across town Jungkook, who hasn't committed to anyone in years, is issued a bet that he can stay with the same person for one month. Both of you being so head strong to achieve your goals cause a myriad of hilariously disastrous dates, unexpected sparks, and a countdown that neither is ready for. 30 days to fall in love or fall apart. After all, all is fair in love and war.

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Jeon Jungkook Mini Series

𓆩♱𓆪 pairing: vampire!Jungkook x human!Reader (afab, she/her)

𓆩♱𓆪 content: 18+ explicit content, established relationship au, oh they are so in love

𓆩♱𓆪 description: So your boyfriend is a vampire…It’s actually not too different than having a human boyfriend. He is kind and caring and genuinely loves you. He’s just a touch afraid of garlic and he’s kind of cold. Other than that everything is the same and you couldn’t ask for anyone better. You cannot imagine spending your life with anyone else, except… it would be only your life going on.

which wasn’t a problem… right?

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That Night of Graduation // Jeon Jungkook One Shot

❥pairing: Jungkook x Reader

❥genre/rating: 18+ explicit content, f2l, right person wrong time??? if you squint, post college story,

❥description: After a stupid game of Truth or Drink you are convinced into telling everyone about the time you and Jungkook hooked up together the night of college graduation. A missed connection that you and Jungkook hadn't even talked about. Bringing up some unexpected feeling that you hadn't realized had been lingering between the two of you.

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[pushpressure]

Reorganizing the Konoha teams

I know this is an old discussion that doesn't matter anymore, but I got back into Naruto and watched a video rearranging the teams, and it was weirdly bias for Sasusaku and added team 3/team Guy which was weird. So I decided to try my hand at it for fun:

So here are our teams

Okay to start with, we have to acknowledge the purpose of why they're together.

Team 7 is together because they're meant to help Naruto become a better ninja. Kakashi was Minato's student so there's the whole vow of protecting your master's son thing going on. Sasuke is there because he was the second top student in the academy (Ino being the first) and Kakashi has the sharingan, and Sakura was placed there because of her intelligence and chakra control. On paper, the combination made sense, but when you look at their grades on cooperation...

Putting two of the least cooperative people together with Kakashi as a sensei in a 4 man team was not a great move. I'm guessing they were hoping that Sakura could pull the team together, but did not take into account of her crush on Sasuke which set this team up for failure. Also, Kakashi's teaching method to solely use real life missions and his tardiness was not effective. These kids needed a more hands-on strict approach. Team practices back-to-back as if they're trying for the Olympics.

Team 8 is together because they're meant to be the manhunt team. They all have abilities to track people and take them down. With a sensei who doesn't play favorites, they're very effective as a group and as individuals unlike team 7.

Team 10 are together because of the Ino-shika-cho tradition which are absolutely perfect balance for reconnaissance missions.

If we had to choose which team is the best between Team 8 and Team 10, it naturally has to go to Team 10.

With 15 generations of team work perfected with the help of the Sarutobi clan who carries the Will of Fire, they have every angle of their team work covered. Yes, Team 8, is an effective team, but their skills are too similar that they don't blend well together on the battlefield and work better as individuals.

So taking that into consideration, we're going to have to permanently split the ino-shika-cho trio.

Because in all honesty, you can take out Choji and replace him with anyone else except maybe Shino. I'm sorry! I know Choji is a good boy, but as unique as his attacks are, he's just the muscle. And in all honesty, Naruto being in Team 10 would've helped him a 100 times more than team 7 because Shikamaru is a genius and actually likes Naruto, so he can help Naruto utilize his shadow clones better, and Ino actually cares about cooperation and her abilities that leave her vulnerable will give Naruto a sense of responsibility.

But we want Team 10's skills to be shared with everyone, so they cannot be together. In order for that to make sense, I guess imagine that they have older siblings who is already upholding the tradition as the 16th generation.

Moving forward, naturally one student on each team cannot leave their appointed sensei because they're compatible:

Team 7: Sasuke has to remain with Kakashi because of the sharingan, the lightning jutsu and their similar personalities. Yes, Kurenai uses genjutsu, but it's not a genjutsu at Itachi's level, and can't provide much more than that on the matter of skills. She may be able to provide a more motherly support, but taking Sasuke's background into consideration, I think a male role model similar to Itachi is more effective.

Team 8: Hinata has to stay with Kurenai because I can't imagine the other two giving Hinata the much needed attention and confidence she needs, especially from one female to another.

Team 10: Shikamaru obviously needs to stay with Asuma because they have that special bond as if Asuma is a second father to him.

Now we move on to the student who actually needs this sensei to help enhance their skills:

Team 7: Kiba would do better under Kakashi because the man uses dogs who he personally raised as his main summoning animal. Kakashi could've had Pakkun or his other dogs help train Akamaru with Kiba as his partner.

Team 8: Sakura is supposed be talented with genjutsu so naturally she should've gone with Kurenai in the first place in order to tap into that talent. I also think Sakura would've also seen a role model in Kurenai as a kunoichi.

Team 10: Naruto naturally has to be teammates with Shikamaru, but also because Naruto has a natural affinity for wind chakra, Asuma would've been perfect in training Naruto to wield it just as Kakashi taught Sasuke to use light chakra. It also helps that Asuma is the son of the hokage, so he can help Naruto on that as well.

And so we move on to the last three students:

Who I honestly struggled to place since again, Choji is a close-combat person which the other teams already have covered. So I had to consider where he would be the most useful.

I wanted to make an all-girl group with a flower-theme going on:

Hinata being the Sunflower, Sakura the cherry blossom and Ino the florist and they have a teacher who uses floral genjutsu. It was perfect! But then I thought about how they would actually perform starting out, and while Hinata does know some taijutsu, she's not very proficient at it, and the girls can't really help her in that department early on in this teamwork.

So here we go:

Team 7: I placed Ino under Kakashi more for Kakashi's sake than Ino's because the man would be inspired to actually train them as a team in order to take Ino's skills into consideration. Ino is a Sasuke fangirl like Sakura, but Ino is the heiress of the Yamanaka clan so she has more important responsibilities, and has applied herself in the academy to become its top student and likes to take the lead. She won't let her feelings for Sasuke get in the way of making everyone work together.

Team 8: I placed Choji in this team to provide some muscle, and be the training partner she needs to put more oomf in her strikes.

Team 10: I placed Shino in this team in order to do Sasuke's job and that was to cover Naruto's weaknesses and act as the tactician to Shikamaru's strategies. The poor boy also needs the spotlight, and the gags would be funny.

With all these teams covered, how would they work:

Team 7 (The Cool Group): The show makes it seem like Kiba is a copy of Naruto, but honestly, he's a lot more chilled (granted he's not a hated orphaned boy with a demonic animal inside), so with Sasuke, I can only see them having a friendly rivalry if not at all. If anything, even on different teams, Naruto would still declare himself as Sasuke's rival, and the chunin exams would alight that intensity. But even before that, it's not like they won't see each other and fight on sight so the bond is still there. Other than that, Kakashi would train them each separately (not just Sasuke) and together to help Ino use her jutsu which will instill that necessary teamwork. And with Ino's assertive attitude and Akamaru being everyone's support animal, they would have them eat meals together, and won't let Sasuke or Kakashi get out of it if they didn't have something urgent going on. Is it wrong to say this is the more functional version of team 7? Of course, shit hits the fan when Orochimaru attacks, and I'll leave how that turns out for others to imagine. Comment cuz that'd be interesting.

Team 8 (The Gentle Group): I believe Kurenai would've trained Sakura in not only genjutsu but on how to be the team leader in order to fully use her intelligence. She would have Sakura on mock survival trainings in the forest in order to not crumble under pressure, and use her team effectively. Kurenai would have Choji and Hinata train together to strengthen their taijutsu and their confidence.

Team 10 (The Weirdo Group): I believe Asuma, Shikamaru and Shino would collab together to help Naruto become a respectable ninja. Asuma would help Naruto learn taijutsu before introducing him to wind chakra. Shino would help teach Naruto what should've been drilled into him in the academy and under Asuma's observation, help Naruto on his tactics which Naruto is pretty good at since he's a clever prankster, but Shino helps him refine it. Naruto respects Shino for that, but is incredibly weirded out by his attempts to become friends and doesn't know how to break Asuma to do as he wants since the sexy jutsu doesn't work on a womanizer like him. As for Shikamaru, he's more involved in Naruto's training when actual missions are involved since he actually has to use his brain for them.

I could say more, but that's all I should say.

[undertheorangetree]

Pomegranate Seeds

Summary- A retelling of the abduction of Persephone.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Hades and Persephone AU. Star-crossed lovers vibes. Uncle/niece incest. Making out. Angst. Fluff. Titty sucking. Handjob. Cunnilingus. Vaginal fingering. Soft smut. Mild praise kink. Mildly OOC Aemond.

Author's Notes- Yeah I was a Percy Jackson/Greek mythology kid, thank you for noticing. I'm still playing incredibly fast and loose with the mythology tho so we're gonna have to make our peace with that. This is a beast btw, it's like 9.6K and you can find the rest on AO3 with the link below :)

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It is moments like these, she thinks, that she loves most.

Alone in the meadow, surrounded by wildflowers, the babbling of the creek as it flows over the rocks. Everything green with the exception of the purple, white, and yellow flowerheads but lush and everbearing and alive, the sun little more than a hazy warm glow, not yet hot enough to be overbearing. It is peaceful here, so much more than she is used to. She had come to an agreement with her step sisters, Baela and Rhaena, that they allow her a few hours on her own in this meadow, undisturbed by anyone else. Though her mother much preferred to that she remain alongside her sisters whenever she is out of sight, she, Baela, and Rhaena had come to an agreement that what her mother didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. And besides, they were never too far away from her. Being water nymphs, they could be by her side in less than a moment if she really needed them, so long as she doe does not stray too far from the river. And she has never been more grateful for it than she is right now.

Stretching her arms high above her head, she stretches out along the grass, enjoying the feeling of every blade of grass, the sweet smell of the blooms wafting on the breeze. Admittedly, this meadow had not been quite so plentiful when they had found it, following along the winding river, but she is the goddess of spring. Flowers bloom at her word and sun shines with her will. It had not been too difficult to turn this meadow into her own personal paradise, away from the chaos often wrought by her mother and brothers and stepfather.

There is a sudden change in the wind that causes her to sit up. Colder than it had been before, something more akin to winter than spring. The ground seems to rumble beneath her, shaking as if the sudden cold has sent it to shiver. Curiously, she turns her head toward the tree line, where the birches and willows keep the meadow shielded from view, only to find a man standing among them. Dressed in all black- breeches, cloak, and the shred of his tunic she can see beneath it- his platinum hair is almost jarring in contrast. He is not a big man, long and lithe, but there is an air to him that feels dangerous, dangerous enough to give her pause. He has not noticed her yet, face turned away, but she can see the long, stern plains of his face from where she sits, looking incredibly serious. That seriousness is only exacerbated by the dark leather eyepatch covering the eye closest to her, a deep red scar carved beneath it.

She does not think she has ever seen anyone here before, not outside of Baela, Rhaena, and herself, and his presence here is almost incongruous. Still, there is an air about him, one that makes it clear that he is a god just as she is, and that alone should make his surprise appearance less shocking.

“Hello.”

The sound of her voice seems to catch him off guard. Quickly, he turns toward her, shoulders tense, but they relax when he takes her in. She cannot imagine that she is intimidating, sitting flat in the grass all alone. “Hello.”

But it is that reminder of the grass that brings her pause. What is this man doing here? Where had he come from? It is not as if this meadow is easy to find, hidden amongst the trees as it is. She feels her brows furrow, head cocking in question. “How did you find this place?”

She had not put a glamour over this meadow, but she did not feel she had too. The forest, though light and airy, was a labyrinth of trees that seemed deterrent enough to keep any unwanted guests away. They were incredibly difficult to find your way through and she had been convinced it would be impossible to try- for God or mortal.

Near impossible, it seemed then.

His eye darts back to the treeline, taking half a step back. “If I am intruding, I can leave.”

“No.” She says it far too quickly and she can see the way his eyebrows raise in response to it, but she can’t find it in her to be ashamed. She is intrigued by this man, more so than she likely should be, and finds she wants to know more. To learn how he came to find this place. “Just because this place is unknown does not mean it is mine alone. You may stay. Beauty like this should be enjoyed.”

“Wise words,” he agrees, coming toward her. He hesitates at the end, torn on whether or not to truly join her, but it seems courtesy wins out as he lowers himself to the ground, joining her amongst the flowers. He looks entirely out of place, black against the blooms, but she says nothing, keeping her observation to herself.

They sit in absolute silence but she does not mind. He sits stiffly, as if uncomfortable, while she continues to take in all that is around her. From here, she can see the way the willows sway with the wind, the white puffy clouds floating by in the soft blue sky.

“I did not mean to,” he says. She looks at him, head tilted once again. “To find this place. It was not my intention. Though I admit I have never seen anything quite like it.”

She smiles, though he could not possibly know that he had complimented her. “It is a rare thing.”

“It feels almost as if it were from a painting,” he adds, looking around the meadow to take it in further.

She joins him in it, finding no shame in admiring her own work. It is a pretty place, though that had always been her intention. Olympus was beautiful in and of itself, but it was stark in that way. Ethereal and otherworldly, but cosmopolitan. Bright white marble, painted statues, stained glass. Everything beautiful, to be sure, but not in the untamed way that she seemed to crave. She preferred the beauty that was found in nature, in heavy branches filled with green leaves, tall grasses and wildflowers and crystalline waters.

“Do you know much about art?” she asks to fill the silence.

He seems caught off guard again from her question, but answers it anyway. “Not as much as I would like, but I can appreciate the beauty in something as well as any man. Though do not tell anyone. It would ruin my reputation.”

She laughs. “You needn’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. Which periods do you prefer?”

They talk for hours, the conversation unfurling as naturally as a bird’s wing. Art, history, philosophy. There is no subject they do not indulge in. He becomes less awkward with time as he grows more comfortable around her and she almost pulls a laugh from him not once, but twice. It seems quite the feat, for a man as serious as this one seems to be, though she does not let her pride get the better of her. When she asks him how she managed to find her well kept secret, he had simply said that one always finds the best things when you are not looking for them. A non answer, but that was alright. She was sure she could coax the answer from him eventually.

“Forgive me, I never asked you your name,” she says after what must have been hours, half appalled by her lack of manners.

He does not seem to mind, a good natured half smile making its way onto his face. “My friends call me Aemond. You may as well.”

It is not uncommon, for Gods to prefer more earthly names. She is often the same. There is power within a name and for such an innocent encounter, she does not feel the need to have him call her Persephone or Kore or any of those that strike some rumination of power and fear. So she gives him her common name, the one she feels is more true to who she is, and he smiles in response to it, repeating it back to her as if to test it. She likes the way it sounds when he says it, the way each letter seems to roll off him tongue, and somehow hearing him say the word alone is enough to make her flush.

She turns her head to hide it and only then notices that the sun has dipped below the trees, leaving the sky a hazy orange. Her mother will be expecting her home soon and there is no telling how poorly she will react if Rhaena and Baela return home without her. She doesn’t doubt that Rhaenyra will send her great serpent Syrax after her should she be even a moment late.

“I have to go,” she says, unable to keep the apologetic tone from her voice.

Reluctantly, she stands, brushing the dirt from her skirts. His lips had parted at her announcement, but now he ducks his head in an understanding nod. She smiles at him, not truly wanting to go yet, and makes her way toward the creek to call upon her sisters to come and fetch her. She does not make it two steps before he is calling after her.

“Can I see you again?”

She turns back to look at him. The insecurity on his face does not seem to match his features, looking almost out of place there. Still, she finds it entirely endearing and she realizes that she would absolutely like to see him again.

“Yes,” she agrees softly.

“Tomorrow?”

She does not bother to fight the smile itching its way onto her face. “Yes.”

He matches her smile then before standing. He comes forward and takes her hand, bringing her knuckles to his lips and placing a chaste kiss there. “Then I shall see you on the morrow, my lady.”

She can do nothing but hope he does not notice how hot her face has become.

“On the morrow.”

Read the rest here

[niresenrab]

Modern Warfare sexuality headcannons

Price

Gay

There is not a heterosexual bone in that man's body. Like, he was deep in the closet for most of his life. Definitely had more than just the beard on his face. But you cannot convince me that he is genuinely attracted to any women.

Gaz

Bisexual

Honestly, that man is a boy kisser. I'm just saying bisexual because wishful thinking.

Soap

Bi and Trans-masc

I know at least three trans men that look like him. This man is fruity and I love him.

Ghost

Homormantic and Asexual

He's definitely on the asexual spectrum, but he is only romantically attracted to men named John (either Price or Mactavish).

Valeria

Bisexual

As much as I want her to be a lesbian, you cannot tell me her and Alejandro did not use to fuck. All of their interactions gives me messy break up vibes.

Milena

Homophobic

This woman murdered her billionaire husband and then proceeded to be a sugar mama to the biggest man whore I've ever met. She's definitely giving "I can fix him".

Laswell

Lesbian

I feel like my reasoning for this is obvious. She is happily married to her loving wife.

Farah

Bisexual

Honestly, just like Valeria, I want her to be a lesbian, but Alex exists. And there is so much chemistry between her and Alex that I cannot, with a clear conscious, say that she is not attracted to men, at least a little bit. Although, I feel like she was only attracted to women her entire life and Alex just happened to be an exception.

Makarov

Bisexual

He definitely has a male preference, but is willing to be with women. Either way, this man is a whore and a bottom.

Nikolai

Pansexual

He has definitely been around the block. If he has less than a body count of 100, I'd be surprised. Men, women, non-binary people. He's done it all in every position. He lives by the motto that he'll try anything once.

Also, not on the chart, I totally see Nikolai being trans masc. The baggy shirts are a big thing for me. Lots of layering in the chest region. But also, I like to think that the reason he is only known by an alias is because he destroyed all of his records with his dead name on it.

Roach

Transfem and aroace

I saw someone with a transfem roach headcanon. I don't remember who they are, but if you know tell me and I will credit them. Anyways, I really like it.

Also, this mother fucker gets no ass and likes it that way. She doesn't find attraction in anyone, and much prefers platonic connections.

Alex

Farah :)

This guy embodies the wife-guy trope. He loves his strong Commander wife. Can't even imagine showing attraction towards anyone else, man or woman.

Rudy

Gay

I feel like this is very self explanatory

Alejandro

Bisexual

He definitely prefers men, but has had a couple relationships with women. He seems like he would be a good boyfriend.

König

Unfuckable

Did y'all know that incels had a flag? Anyways, this man should not be within 50 ft of anyone. No bitches.

Graves

🦅 🦅MY PRONOUNS ARE USA 🦅🦅

He seems like the kind of guy that would find those videos of people making fun of pronouns hilarious. Like, he certainly said that his pronouns were USA at least once. With that said, shadow company does provide gender affirming health care to its employees. He's just a little stupid.

Also, bi.

[fdeegbffi]

Sukuna x female reader.

Summary:

Sukuna was always a cold hearted king. However meeting you revealed his vulnerable side. He loves you, he really does, but he cannot let his people know he has a soft spot for a woman so he replaces you. Heartbroken you flee. What will he do next?

Inspiration from this girlie❤️:

Really loved this idea and I wanted to recreate it with a little twist.

The Cursed King’s Regret (Pt1)

I think

In a world steeped in darkness, Ryomen Sukuna ruled as an unforgiving king. His name alone was enough to send tremors through the hearts of even the bravest souls, and his power, feared and unchallenged, was the stuff of legend. But hidden away in the shadows of his imposing castle was a secret he kept from everyone—even from the woman who unknowingly held his heart.

You were that woman, a gentle presence in the cursed king's life. Sukuna had never intended to care for anyone, let alone fall in love. His life had always been one of darkness and control, his emotions buried deep hidden from the eyes of the living. But there was something about you that slipped past his defenses, capturing his attention and, eventually, his heart. He loved you with an intensity that scared him, a possessiveness that he couldn’t fully understand. Yet he never let you see how deeply his feelings ran. He wore his cruelty like a shield, hiding his vulnerability behind harsh words and a cold demeanor. Still, you could sense his vulnerability in his gaze and how you were treated slightly different from everybody else

As the months went by, you found yourself falling for Sukuna. You began to see the man behind the mask, and you hoped that one day, he would let down his guard and show his true feelings for you like you did to him. But then, something changed. Sukuna started visiting you less often. When he did, his gaze was distant, his mind elsewhere. Eventually, you discovered the reason why: he had taken in another woman. She looked so much like you that it was almost as if she were your twin. At first, you tried to brush it off, telling yourself you were imagining things, that you were being irrational. But as time passed, the truth became impossible to ignore. He WAS replacing you.

You felt your heart shatter, and the realization that you were just a stand-in for someone else made you sink in desperation. The depression settled in slowly, until the castle that had once felt like a strange kind of home became a prison. You couldn’t bear to stay in a place where you were no longer wanted, where your presence had become invisible.

So, one night, while Sukuna was away, you made your escape. You took nothing with you except some food and the memories that haunted you. Slipping through the castle’s shadows, you disappeared into the darkened forest beyond, determined to find a life far away from the man who had unknowingly broken your heart.

You wandered for days, finding temporary refuge in the solitude of the wilderness and the anonymity of small villages where no one knew your story. You tried to rebuild your life, but the ache of what you had lost stayed with you. It was a wound that refused to heal, a scar that remained tender to the touch.

Back at the castle, Sukuna returned to find your chambers empty. At first, he dismissed your absence, thinking you were simply avoiding him. But as the days passed without a word from you, a feeling of unease began to gnaw at him. It wasn’t long before he realized with a sinking dread that you were gone.

The woman who resembled you so closely brought him no comfort. In fact, her presence only served to remind him of what he had lost. Sukuna, the feared king who had never known fear himself, felt panic rising within him for the first time. He himself searched the castle, the grounds, and the surrounding lands, but there was no trace of you.

When his own efforts failed, he sent out troops to scour the kingdom, ordering them to find you and bring you back at any cost. Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of you. The possibility that he had lost you forever began to weigh heavily on him.

He had been a fool, and now he knew it. His pride, his fear of showing vulnerability, had driven you away, and now the thought of you out there somewhere, heartbroken and alone, tormented him. Sukuna cursed himself for his arrogance, for his failure to show you what you truly meant to him. He would tear the world apart to find you, and when he did, he would do everything in his power to make things right—if you would let him. For the first time, he understood that all the power and fear in the world meant nothing if they couldn’t bring you back to his side.

In the quiet of your new life, you tried to move on, to forget the cursed king who had broken your heart. But deep down, a part of you still longed for him, still wondered if he had ever truly cared. As you lived day by day, unaware of the chaos your absence had unleashed, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the moment when Sukuna would finally find you.

Because when he did, nothing would ever be the same.

[weirdocat83]

Need a fic with Ekko and jinx secretly dating during the timeskip between powder being taken in by Silco and Vi coming back. The funny part being that Jinx and Ekko think they’re being Sneaky but Silco has known Literally The Whole Time. To be fair, nobody else knows minus probably Scar and Sevika took awhile to figure it out.

I think it’d be very funny if their fights against each other only seem serious but between them it’s basically a choreographed dance of “I need to look like I’m trying to kill you while still letting you live” and half their free time together is spent choreographing this shit. They enjoy it tho and it’s usually based on how their ACTUAL spars go (because you cannot tell me that they’d never fight each other. They would, but it’d be over petty shit or just to one up each other. Like, it starts as a joke of ‘I could literally just throw you’ as prior to this they were competing with weaponry and inventions but after they actually start working out and learning to fight Specifically to one up each other.) I also just think it’d be incredibly funny to see them making heart eyes at each other mid fight while Silco is sighing in the corner and Sevika is staring in disbelief as things start clicking into place for her.

I also just think it’d be very bittersweet. Like, Jinx loves Ekko but she also loves Silco a lot because that’s basically her father figure. Ekko cares about Jinx enough to stick around but also can’t deny the shit she and Silco have done (even if like half of it was probably provoked by the firelights because they hate Silco for some reason or another). So the entire time they’re in this weird, fucked up place and Ekko’s regretting his decisions but also looking at jinx like “well, I couldn’t just ABANDON her??!” They both have a lot of regrets and hardship and most of their relationship is probably just taking solace in each other despite being on opposite sides because despite everything, they are the only ones who haven’t left after all this time. I think it’d be cool to see Ekko get some perspective into Jinx’s situation and potentially have Jinx do things behind the scenes to help the firelights (sabotaging certain plans, inventing things to help the quality of life, etc.) while getting Ekko’s side of things (and potentially letting him be kinda childish with her??) they are both very aware that their relationship is really weird and that if anyone finds out they’d probably be dead but they can’t bring themselves to separate either. Again, Silco watches and heaves a BIG sigh.

On a more lighthearted note, imagine when Vi gets back. Like, all that shit is just posturing (except maybe when Ekko is talking privately with Vi? Idk, I think he would def try to let her know that she is DEFINITELY a different person than who powder once was but idk if he’d agree with the ‘I’m sure powder is still in there’ spiel. Because he loves her a lot and knows her more intimately than anyone else but also acknowledges that jinx and powder are practically two different people. They are similar in certain ways but FAR from the same and even if he loves every side of her it’s not a guarantee that Vi will.)

Also imagine when she finds out. Like, “you had all that shit planned?!? We almost died!! What the FUCK!” With the added bonus of whenever she realizes her childhood friend is dating her sister. I imagine eventually she’d be fine with the choice bc Ekko will 100% treat her right but also that will not stop her from initially trying to beat his ass.

[lightlycareless]

Hiiii I've been reading your work for a bit now, and would you mind maybe writing a fic about Naoya and reader who are from different (enemy) clans, but they still love each other, and Noaya visits reader in reader's house, and little does anybody except for the two of them knows that both Naoya and reader have a child together (their child is very young, maybe around 6 or 7 months old). I'd imagine that it'd be very bittersweet, because they could cannot marry or make things official with each other because of being from enemy clans and they'd both be punished if anyone were to find out about them or their child, so Naoya and reader have to wait till Naoya's the Zen'in clan head so everything can be official, maybe a bit of fluff like Naoya having a soft spot for their baby and just him and reader interacting with their child, hoping for the future to play in their favor?

anyway that's pretty much it! thank you for reading or writing this if you do!

-skibidiohiorizzler69420

Hello!!!

Well, you're in luck because yes. I am writing a short fic with this topic DAMN this trope is just 🤌🤌🤌🤌 I already have 5 chapters written so here goes the first one! (I'm still debating if I'll post both here and on ao3 or just tumblr but it shouldn't be much of a problem to do both, right? hehe)

warnings: naoya is a jerk that has yet to be redeemed, so proceed with caution. it's a slowburn that is NOT that much of a slowburn don't worry I will not put you through that whole ordeal again haha. misogyny because this is like a feudal japan but loosely based on it, do not test accuracy on it please :') let's just say it's not modern. More tags to come as chapters go. SMALL PROOFREADING.

Happy reading!!!

chapter II.

Since the moment you were born, you’ve been instilled with the idea that the Zen’in are nothing but wretched humans (if they could even be called that), lower than scum, and one should strive to eradicate them.

And while you largely abstained from interfering in these matters, thanks to your father’s approach whom rather have his children focus on the better things in life than a senseless battle that has been going on for centuries, the seeds of their disdain were already planted in your mind, leading you to be distrustful of those outside of your clan and allies.

Yet… this war is… exhausting. Tedious. There’s not a single day you don’t hear some other plan of attack, an ambush, to teach the Zen’in the lesson of never underestimate them, and so on.

You didn’t care what the elders and the rest of your clan did with their efforts, if they wanted to barge right into Zen’in territory, they were more than welcome to do so!

But when it came to your father and siblings… there wasn’t a moment where you didn’t interject to their interference. Where you didn’t beg them to reconsider and abstain from a battle that will eventually lead to their deaths if not careful enough.

“There’s nothing we can do, Y/N. I have no power to deny them… you know that.” Your father laments. It’s not the first time he’s agreed to your point of view, in fact, there was nothing else that he wanted more than to pluck his family from this conflict and live peacefully for once—he’s lost so much already…

There’s only so little power he truly has on these matters, however. And this ineptitude is what eventually leads you leave your home, move out of the estate and run as far away as possible from all of this… this nonsense.

Because you refused to stand by and watch your family march right into their death.

Your new home is found amidst a valley of flowers, near a beautiful lake that in its presence, it becomes difficult to remember the ongoing war tormenting your clan—coincidentally, the hometown of your late mother.

It’s a place that you knew your family wouldn’t come searching for you, because the anguish it represented was too much for any to bare. Some have never returned since her death.

It was a mystery how you managed to do so yourself, but the yearly summer festival, which you fondly remember as your favorite, was one of the many motivations.

Exactly what you needed for a change of pace. Wearing a comfortable yukata, you wait for the sun to set before making your way to the nearby village, intending to spend whatever little money you had on getting your favorite snacks and perhaps a pet to keep you company—a good way to counter the hollowness of your new home.

Though you suppose you should start by winning, given how it’s the 3rd attempt and you’re nowhere closer to winning. The stall keeper could barely hide his amusement, letting out a subtle chuckle here and there, which only made your embarrassment and irritation grow.

However, he promises to pull himself together if it meant keeping you spending a little longer.

“Another one, please.” You say, rummaging through your purse to retrieve sufficient coins for another try. You were not to let some clearly rigged game win you—you were to outsmart him no matter how much it cost!

“Are you sure? There is no shame in quitting.” He responds, not really meaning his words. But he supposes a bit of kindness goes a long way—preferably into your pocket.

“No, I need to. I’ve spent this much, might as well get something out of it.”

“I’ve never seen such stubbornness… yet again, women have always been like that.” Another voice says, coming from just behind you. His comment, as if it wasn’t uncalled enough, laced with a hint of disdain heightened your annoyance.

“It’s rude to interfere with other’s business.” You say, barely giving him the attention he so desperately sought before proceeding to play your new attempt—failing once more.

“Ah, I apologize, did I make you nervous?” he snickers. “There’s no reason to be nervous around me, sweetie. If anything, I want you to win.”

Now you’ve had it!

“Seriously, what is your prob—” you breathe, fulling intending to give this man a piece of your mind, maybe then he’d get the idea and leave you alone!

Only to be promptly stopped when getting a good look of his face. The last thing a clearly arrogant man like him needed was the reassurance of your attraction, that he was so good looking you were rendered speechless. Given the way you reacted, many would’ve assumed this was the first time you’ve ever seen a man!

Well, certainly a man as handsome and… imposing as him.

Shame about his mouth, though.

“What? Did you fall in love with me already?”

“Thank you, but I won’t play anymore.” You say, looking back at the stall keeper before retrieving your items and leaving, unwilling to entertain this unknown idiot any longer.

“Hey, no need to make a fuzz, I was only joking!” Great. As if your discontent wasn’t clear enough you didn’t want him near, he now had to follow you. “Seriously, women are so sensitive…”

“If you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all.” You frown, quickening your step.

“Oh, I just can’t help it—I tend to ramble whenever I’m in the company of a beauty.”

Fascinating. If his big mouth wasn’t damning enough, he’s also a philanderer.

“Must happen a lot, then, or am I wrong?” You say.

“Not quite, at least not in the way you do it.”

You stop, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t take you as a fool, princess. Or is this how you normally charm men?”

“Ok, that’s enough.” You say, retaking your path.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop!” The stranger promises with a laugh, swiftly talking ahold of your arm and forcing you to stop.

“Hey, let go of me!” you cry, instinctively fighting against him. Seriously, how else could this afternoon worsen?!

“At least let me make it up to you, how about I get you that gold fish you so desperately wanted?”

“I didn’t need it desperately.” You hiss, tugging against his hold. “Seriously, let me go! You’re ruining my yukata!”

“Only if you promise to stay here.”

“Fine, whatever!” You say, if that’s what it takes for this irritating man to leave you alone, then you’re willing to bite. Hopefully, he’ll keep his word and leave you alone.

Though for a brief moment, you were more captivated by the fact this man, instead of playing a game and winning said goldfish, relied on taking out a decently large amount of money from his pocket and essentially bribe the stall keeper—who naturally obliged immediately after.

However, his act didn’t frighten you—you’ve been desperate enough at one point to try the same tactic, failing miserably of course. What alarmed you instead was the quantity.

Just what kind of man had that amount of money on him to spend on a simple festival game?

Was he more important that he was willing to let on…?

“Here, see? Told you I was a man of my word.” The stranger smiles, handing you the bag; but you simply… look away.

“I’d rather you keep it.” You respond, he frowns.

“Huh? What now?”

With the kind of money he spent on this poor goldfish, you no longer feel comfortable accepting his so-called kind gesture.

“I saw what you did, keep it.”

“You must be the first woman I’ve met who cares about the method instead of the results.”

“Then you must not meet many women.” You quip back. Or perhaps, he meets too many he’s lost count. Either way, you’re not interested.

“I’ve met enough.” He insists. “Take it, or I’ll just throw it away.”

“What? If you don’t want it then don’t throw it away!” you gasp, quick to retrieve to innocent animal from his grasp. Your reaction amuses him, enough to spark a smirk on his face.

Though anything about you has been… alluring enough, just to be insistent. Might be his ego, though.

“Sensitive and sensible, what an odd combination.” He snickers. “That’ll get you far—with the right man.”

You frown.

“Good thing I’m not looking for one.”

“I might reconsider that, given your… economic status.”

“You’re confusing me with someone who cares.” You respond. “Well, now that was a lovely evening, but if you excuse me, I have better things to do.”

“Yes? Like what, may I ask?”

Like starving to death, it seems. Given how your stomach imprudently growled the moment the scent of a nearby good stand permeated your nostrils, a reaction that made your face brighten with crimson out of embarrassment, petrified at the vulnerability you’ve unwillingly demonstrated before the worst possible company.

And the fact that your eagerness to indulge such games led you… financially unavailable. No wonder your parents always took great care of your allowance—had it been up to you, it would’ve been gone the very moment it was handed to you.

“You didn’t hear anything.”

“Oh no, I heard quite well.” He laughs, making your ears burn even hotter.

“Whatever, I don’t have time for this. As you can see, I have other matters to tend to.”

“And with what money, may I ask? Last time I checked; you’ve spent all of it… gambling.”

“I wasn’t—” your stomach growls again, quieting you into a demurer tone. “…I wasn’t gambling. And how would you even know that?!”

“You’d be quite surprised to see how observant I am.” He sighs. “How shameful; quick witted yet… irresponsible. Didn’t good old mother teach you how to handle money? How do you expect to take care of a household when you can barely reign over your impulses?”

“I’m not… that’s not what I want.”

“You haven’t met the right man, then.” He adds, closing the distance between the two.

“Oh, and let me guess, you are?” you frown.

“I didn’t imply such thing, but perhaps you’d like me to?”

“I’d hardly constitute a stranger as the right one.” You scoff.

“Then it’s only fair we introduce ourselves, hm? How shall I call this beautiful, yet stubborn maiden for the evening? If she even considers me oh, so deserving of such privilege?” He teases.

You knew it was foolish to proceed interacting with him. That the best course of action was to simply ignore him and move on.

Yet, consider all the attention and time you’ve given him… perhaps it was time to admit you’ve been captivated by him.

Certainly not by his crude words, every time he opens his mouth is like you’re being perturbed by a mosquito during a hot summer night—a noise so irritating, you couldn’t wait to smack the nonsense out of his mind!

Nonetheless, there was something pulling you to him. Discreetly, magnetically, a subconscious part of your mind desperately called for you to get to know him a little longer. A little more.

To continue admiring his golden, hypnotizing eyes… and that mischievous smirk that more often than not, you enjoy being the cause of it.

«It’s wrong» the conscious part of your thoughts proclaimed.

«But only if you proceed carelessly» another would satiate.

Unable to ignore the fall of fate, you decide to lie.

“…Mariya. That’s… my name.” you confess, doing your best to hide your deceit. “…and you?”

Just the same way he does.

“Matsuo.”

mariya and matsuo haha. get it, right? haha. also, this series will be called just for tonight because :) something down the line. it's the first thing that popped into my mind too.

[matrixsss]

Rant

Yo this has been a long time coming post, but I was like I’ll leave it be for a little while, but not anymore because I am very tired of the same rhetoric/ argument being presented against ships and by proxy its’ shippers. In case anyone will ask I want to clarify this is not about just one post/ one blog, but more of a collection of the posts I have seen. I will try to be nice here, but just to let everyone know I am kind of running out of kindness to give to certain people here.

I am a very ship and let ship kind of person without any exceptions because if you have exceptions then sorry to say, but you are not a ship and let ship person at all.

While I do have squicks and ships I generally despise, I don’t go around harassing, judging, bullying or doing anything to the shippers or their community. I do what a normal SANE person does and I ignore, move on and look at stuff I do enjoy. I know, I know a shocking concept in this fandom.

The arguments against the shippers and ship of Nyxlin are all the fucking same (and this is just my opinion; entirely stupid, you people are clearly pros at missing the point), so I will type them here and explain something you clearly do not know.

“IT’S PEDOPHILIA” “IT’S GROSS” “NYX IS BARELY OUT OF THE WOMB AND PEOPLE ARE SHIPPING HIM WITH EVERYONE” “NYX IS A BABY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE” “WHY ARE YOU SEXUALIZING A CHILD” etc.

Number one point that most of your small brains cannot, do not want to comprehend is; Nyx is not real, he is a FICTIONAL character and a blank canvas that anyone is allowed to fill in and do what they will with it.

Nobody is shipping a baby with an adult. Just because Nyx is a baby in canon means absolutely nothing, because the beauty of fandoms is the imagination and creativity people can have where Nyx is aged up, the story is set when Nyx is an adult. Yes you can do that because he is not real.

The same goes for any and all ships that are not canon. You can with the power and imagination of your brain delete anything from canon such as abuse or whatever else and make it into something else. That is the beauty of fandoms, you are free to change canon to however you fucking please. Canon is there as an outline for you to do whatever the fuck you want.

You want Nesta to be a dragon? Nesta can be a dragon. You want Beron to be a simp? Beron can be a simp. You want Koschei as a weepy little bitch that gets fisted by Elain? You can do that.

A lot of you seem to be on a morality mission, but you also seem to forget that morality can be and is a double edged sword.

Imagine it like this; I am playing with Barbie and I am making her kiss a villain Barbie, because I can and I want to. Then you come in and tell me that is immoral, that I am a gross individual for doing that. But what you are doing unlike me is being a bully, I am just having my fun in my little corner, hurting absolutely no one. Who is the morally correct one here?

Someone here on this site has said something along the lines we should bring back bullying against shippers of a certain ship or ships (with this rhethoric no ship/ shipper is safe). You want to act like the morality police, yet your morality is skewed (much like real life police officers you so like to call pigs, you yourself are acting like one).

Now I would like to touch on something outside of Nyxlin, because I can and like I said I am tired of people being stupid and so desperately wanting to be a perpetual victim of everything and everyone.

Fandoms have always been about shipping outside of what is canon. That is just an integral part of fandom culture. The sooner you get that, the better time you will have here. And I am not saying you have to ship anything, do whatever the hell you want to do. But fandom is about community where we try and support each other. Why do some of you expect support for what you do when all you give in return is negativity? You expect people to support you when you cry about this and that and react to things with so much negativity? Are you really that dense? Or are you just entitled?

Do whatever the hell you want, write whatever the hell you want, but do not expect support when all you give back is either nothing or pure negativity. Writers and Artists are leaving fandom spaces because of those two reasons; No support from their community or just getting bombarded with negativity and harassment.

All of this just to say let people do whatever they want to do in fandoms without you being so negative about every single thing. Let people ship whatever they want because unlike real life, these ships/ stories/ art are hurting absolutely no one.

All shippers who ship two fictional characters together are hurting no one with their stories and being in their own corner minding their own business. But a big portion of this fandom likes to hurt and insult real people over having fun in their little sandbox, hurting no one and just doing their own thing with again FICTIONAL (aka not real) characters.

Hope this helps ☺️

[vigilskeep]

Do you have any thoughts on the differences (or similarities!) between Sol’s relationship with Viago and Lucanis’ relationship with Caterina? In a mentor/protege sense, I mean

Viago clearly cares about Crow!Rook and worries about their safety so it’s hard for me to imagine him being as cruel as Caterina was, even if it is the norm for the Crows. Then again, Caterina is a prime example that you can love someone and still hurt them

i think the different age gaps are one main difference on a basic level!!

viago is in his like late thirties maybe early forties currently, and probably only became talon after most rooks were finished with training. i can’t imagine anyone is going for more than a 20yr age gap tops, and for my rook i usually hc a 5-10yr age gap. he might have mentored them a little and seen potential in them, but it’s still closer to growing up together than being raised together. he’s not responsible for their situation in the same way, he’s just someone ahead of you going through the same situation. the previous talon would have been in power, so they would have had a “shared enemy” to blame for the hardships in both their training. also, viago is so all bark no bite with rook that personally i truly cannot imagine him being cruel in the direct way caterina was. he doesn’t have that in him imo

(does any of this make rook feel better about the fact that, now he is talon, he must be putting more kids through what they went through together back then? well that’s a different question!)

anyway, my point is that caterina is lucanis’ grandmother and was afaik already first talon. she had all the power in the house and was singularly responsible for raising him. there’s no-one for either of them to blame but herself!

also, you have to remember where viago and caterina were coming from and the effect those differences probably had. caterina had spent a long life in the crows, watching all her family members die and determining it was because they hadn’t been pushed hard enough. viago spent at least the first decade of his life outside the crows, in at least superficial comfort, and probably compared to almost any crow isn’t quite hardened to how their children are treated

caterina devoted a lot of her own energy to her remaining grandchildren (or, you know, to lucanis, and illario was also there) and seems to have been personally training them day to day. whereas i would not be surprised if the worst things that happened to rook were because the person they had latched onto/earned favour with was just a young assassin answering to somebody else and couldn’t be there all or even most of the time. if viago was planning some kind of takeover and that is how he became talon, as i like to hc, it might even have been a bad idea for rook’s safety and a liability for himself for him to be too overtly invested and always intervene when they were having a bad time. which is a hell of a way to justify letting a kid you care about get hurt but that’s the crows for you

to summariseeee i don’t want to completely soften the rook viago dynamic and make them the “exception” to how i read the crows but as i see them as kids who ended up in a survival horror together, i think they basically did the best anyone could’ve expected? whereas caterina was a grown powerful woman fully responsible for her grandchildren, and because she let her own trauma and ambition rule her, she chose to hurt them like that. i think those are quite different setups