#but i’m also afraid of how strongly i feel so quickly

[excelsior9173]

so. i’ve discovered recently that i’ve never truly allowed someone to be soft with me. to just treat me as kindly as they want to. idk i’ve always thought of myself as kind of abrasive and difficult. i also have a painfully independent and stubborn streak so it’s hard for me to let anyone be close and gentle and kind.

and wow i know i keep going on and on about this boy i’ve been talking to (it’s literally only been two months) but it’s truly such a new experience for me?

to have someone constantly assuring me that they’re completely, totally interested no matter what has been new. the kindness? it’s overwhelming and heart warming and i don’t really know what to do with myself. every day he finds a new way to overwhelm and surprise me with how kind and thoughtful he is and i really, really don’t know how to cope with it but in a good way!

and that’s what brought me to the realization that i’ve never let anyone be just completely kind and interested. i can get fairly self-deprecating, and have always been more rough and tumble with everyone in my life. and now all that bravado and all my defences have been bypassed and wow. i think that no matter how this ends i am going to be a very different person on the other side of it

[cntloup]

Love Is Not Enough

18+ MDNI Fem!Reader angst, smut, sex against the wall

Part 1 | Part 2

“Simon, dinner is ready.” you call out, voice flat and emotionless, knowing full well that the food is going to get cold and possibly thrown away. He's been in his office for hours, every day for the past few weeks. But the faltering of your relationship started long before that. He's been getting longer deployments, also more responsibilities in the office and leaving you wondering where he is, worried about his health and afraid for his life. You’ve been feeling your connection fade away, the strings which strongly bound you together, sever, wondering if this is it. You haven’t had a proper conversation for a while, let alone being intimate.  

You miss him. Truly and utterly miss him. You miss the man you married. The man who thought the world of you and would look at you as though you hung the moon and stars in the sky. The man who would touch you with feather-like brushes against your delicate skin and tenderly make love to you, worship you as a goddess. You shattered his walls brick by brick, peeled off his mask layer by layer, until you reached the man inside. He let himself be vulnerable in your presence because you made him feel safe. You kissed his scars and loved him fiercely, no matter how broken he was. He always wondered if you were real. You made him feel like he was dreaming.  

You feel a tingle behind your eyes and soon after, you’re sobbing as you hold the divorce papers in your hands, tears dampening the piece of paper. You hear footsteps approaching the bedroom and quickly hide the papers in your nightstand. “Dove, what’s wrong?” he asks with concern upon seeing you wiping your tears harshly with your sleeves. “N-nothing. Just work stuff. Dinner’s ready on the table. I'm going to bed.” you say coldly as you walk into the bathroom. “I wanted to talk to you. If- if that’s possible.” he utters as if you’re strangers and he has to ask for permission. “About what?” you ask, turning your head to see him leaning against the doorframe. “About us. I know we haven’t been at our best lately. And I-I miss you.” he mutters, walking closer to you. “I miss you too, Si.” you respond, tears welling up in your eyes. “I have a plan.” he says, a faint excitement glinting in his eyes. “What plan?” you ask, “I’m gonna take a vacation leave. We can go wherever you want.” he whispers, just a hair’s breadth away from your lips, "Really?!" you ask, excited but wondering if it would fix everything. "Yeah!" he replies with a grin.

“I love you.” he locks your lips together, igniting the fire between you once more as his hands find their way to your hips and he pulls you closer to him. Your arms wrap around his shoulders instinctively and his hands move lower to your thighs. You take the hint and jump, swaddling his waist with your legs as he presses your back against the wall, lips not breaking apart. He pushes your nightgown up and tears off your panties, “Sorry. I'll buy you a new pair.” he mumbles against your lips, “Don’t care.” you breathe out, attaching your lips together once again. Your hands trail along his neck and chest, lightly squeezing his pecs and moving lower, you paw at his belt, desperate to feel him inside you after such a long time. He unbuckles it quickly, desperate to feel you wrapped around him.

He takes his hard cock out of his boxers, already leaking with pre-cum and strokes it a few times before lining himself up. You both can’t help but moan at the slight contact. He pulls away to look you in the eye and you nod. He pushes the tip inside, making you feel a slight sting and you let out a high-pitched whine, “You ok, love?” he asks worriedly, “Yeah. You can go on.” you breathe and he obliges, pushing further and further until you’re fully stuffed with his fat cock, walls stretched out so wide, making you squeeze your eyes shut as a low moan escapes your lips and he groans in your ear, head buried in your neck. “Still fine?” he asks once again, “Yeah. Hurts a little. It's been a while.” you chuckle, “yeah...” he breathes as he lifts his head to look at you, eyes filled with love and longing, “I missed you so fuckin’ much.” he murmurs, tears starting to roll down his cheeks, “I missed you too, Si. So fucking much.” you respond, reaching out to wipe away his tears.

He pushes his lips onto yours, kissing you with such fire, pouring all his emotions into the kiss as his hands roam your body, grasping and groping forcefully, desperately, leaving a trail of flame in their wake, his touch awakening the passion that was once present but gradually died out. He starts to slowly pull out and slide in again, making you whimper at the familiar, sweet drag of his thick cock along your sensitive walls. “Fuck! You feel so good inside me, Si!” you moan. “Yeah? Feels good when I stretch your sweet little pussy on my cock?” he grunts, voice thick with lust. You hum and gasp as he thrusts into you again, this time harder.

“Tell me if I'm hurting you.” he mutters and you nod. His hands travel to the plush of your ass, grasping the soft flesh and bouncing you up and down his fat cock, your body pressed between his and the wall behind you. He continues thrusting up into your tight hole, dragging out breathy mewls and whimpers from your lips as his soft pants and quiet grunts reach your ears. The sound of slick and the squelching of your soaked pussy mixed with both your moans and grunts echo through the room.

“So... fuckin’... tight... f’me... ahhh!” he growls, his palms digging into your flesh of your thighs, needing to hold onto something to ground himself. You babble and cry, driving your fingers deeper into his shoulders from the all-consuming pleasure, mind lost in a haze as he rams his thick veiny cock into your wet needy cunt. The muscles of your warm walls start to tense up and a deep groan leaves his mouth, “Come on... cum for me, sweet girl.” he breathes as his thrusts get harsher and sloppier.

You reach your orgasm with a loud sob of his name and your head collapses on his shoulder as he fills you up with his thick warm cum, a low growl tumbling from his mouth. He rides you through your high and you whine from overstimulation, but it feels too good to stop.  

He eventually halts his movements and pulls out while placing a sweet kiss on your lips and you both whimper at the loss. Your body is shaking and your knees wobble as soon as your feet touch the ground, but he quickly catches you, lifts you up bridal style and carries you to bed. He grabs some wet wipes and cleans you up, then lies down beside you and gently takes you in his arms. You snuggle up closer to him, resting your head on his chest, “I love you.” he whispers, kissing your temple, “Love you too, Si.” you mumble sleepily, slowly drifting off. 

A/N: i might write a part 2 for this and make it more angsty :')

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

[sthavoc]

Hey! Looove your blog sm. Idk if you write smut but if you do, could you write Enzo giving you head? If that’s ok w you, and feel free to just ignore if it’s not

⋰˚💦 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: enzo giving you pleasure. that’s it.

·˚ ༘ warnings: neck kisses, oral (fem receives), fingering, moans, teasing

·˚ ༘ note: guys! i’ve never really written smut 😭 I mean the times i’ve written it I don’t like it. so I’m absolutely sorry if this is trash. I decided to keep it a bit short for the first time. the reason I haven’t written it is bc I’ve tried to avoid it for the very reason I just wouldn’t know what/how to write it. I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t like it. I really tried my best tho. still, if any of you somehow liked this, smut is on the table, I don’t mind! ps anyone got tips on how to write it?? it would be of great help!! hoping there’s no grammar errors

Your moans were softly audible, coming from the inside of your hotel room. Your head, tired from frequently coming up and down to see how Enzo poised over your body. Lips so near to your skin that the tease was being too much.

“Que bonita te ves.” He glided himself up to you to kiss you, and you hooked him quickly. His bottom lip was locked with your upper lip, not wanting to let go.

Enzo’s lips bussed down from your jawline to your neck, his tongue going in spirals on the soft warm skin. It made you tremble and whine. “Enzo ya. Sabes como me mojo con tus besos.”

He didn’t stop and rather of keeping his space slow, he went quicker. You could feel the wetness in you grow, you wanted to pull away, but Enzo knew your every motion. He had his hand on the back of your neck kipping you locked between his hand and lips.

“¿Y por qué crees que me encanta hacerlo chiquita?” His head changes positions to look at your blubbering eyes. “Me encanta ver como te descontrolas con tan solo estos besitos.”

He kissed the center of your chest, proceeding to go down onto your belly. The momentum of it was fast, and your breathing was loud you were afraid everybody could hear you. But at the same time, you weren't providing a care in the world. Your head balled back after you watched how Enzo looked between your legs and the eye contact he kept with you as he bent your legs up to keep a grip.

“Me gusta como me miras con esos ojitos tan hermosos que tenes, chiquita.” The fervor of his breath fell between your legs, teasing you. “Y todo esto para mi.” His eyes go down.

You could deem the burn from how fatigued your neck was and also from how alluring your body had gotten from the previous actions Enzo had done with you. But you wanted to look at him, admire how he looked between your thighs, and how his veiny and strong hands linked between them. He peppered your inner thighs with gentle sloppy kisses that got closer and closer to your clit.

“Dios-” You grasped the sheets when his tongue slid up your lips, and again. He went in a circular motion before giving your clit a kiss. A kiss that he softly sucked in on.

“Sigue haciendo esos sonidos nena. No pares.” Enzo adored your moans. Just the sound of them could get him hard, and you knew that. So the chance of you hiding them wasn’t in the cards.

The veins in his hands kept on marking harder from the blood that pumped through his body, along with the force he pertained to your thighs. Nail marks would for sure be left. Your moans were working him up and he wasn’t containing himself from groaning on you, making it vibrate against your clit. You felt the heat on your stomach, and on the back of your neck. Your baby hairs had already stuck onto your skin, soaked in the sweat.

“Enzo-” Oh how he loved it too when you whined his name, It was one of his drawbacks. He fled free one of your thighs to rub your clit for more stimulation, seconds later sticking one finger inside you, making you grip his hair. Strongly. With one hand on his hair and the other on the sheets.

His pace never quelled, the roughness was there and the kissing was sloping. And if his tongue felt tired, it didn't matter to him because he was not going to stop until you came. He twirled his finger inside of you making you flutter and keep the grip tight on his hair. The suction with every kiss felt as if you were getting closer. And Enzo knew it.

“Sabes tan bien chiquita.” He groaned on your lips making your cheeks colored more red from the praise. As if having them tinged from what he was doing wasn’t sufficient already.

The man was keen on it. Your brain was murky, but you couldn’t help but guess about the way his tongue was moving. It was going in different directions, that he wouldn’t usually do. You felt how he did a zig-zag motion and then a circle.

He was writing his name.

The thought of it only made you moan even more, you were so close you could only shove his head deeper into your pussy. Enzo had added another finger to work you up even more before he let go of your other thigh to bring up his hand towards your breast to play with. Giving it light squeezes before he played with your nipple, his finger going up and down. Also twirling it between his index and thumb.

You felt your legs beginning to shake and that’s when Enzo knew you were close, he started to go harder with his fingers and faster with his tongue. Doing all kinds of motions. Going up and down, in circles, front and back, doing the figure eight.

“No pares.” You felt the warmness grow in your stomach, and your legs shake from how good his rhythm felt. Your moans continued and your skin was washed. Your mind had you unconsciously locking his head between your thighs. His name fell from your lips oftentimes as you reached your orgasm, and all Enzo could do was oversee you with lust in his eyes.

Your head was rolled back, your jaw was dropped a little, your cheeks were flushed and you had your eyes closed. Yet he could still see the faint drops of tears. The sex face he loved. When your unstableness came to ease your chest was abruptly going up and down. The cloudiness in your brain was starting to fade as you came back to your senses.

Enzo had remained on his spot while he watched the equilibrium come back to you. He gave your upper thighs soft kisses before he came back up from his spot onto the bed. He was gentle to give you a free bed sheet to cover yourself as you rested your back on the headboard turning to look at him with a smile on your lips.

“¿Deletreaste tu nombre verdad?” Your eyes looked for a reply on his face. And your smile only grew after the only action he gave was a smirk.

“Sabes que me encanta que digas mi nombre.” He shrugs making an effort to give a silly reason.

You only smiled and gave him a small nudge before he brought you into a soft embrace.

This man will forever be your weakness.

[scatorcciogf]

let the light in

¬ summary: spider!lottie saves you from a criminal. established relationship but reader doesn't know she's spidey yet :) ¬ warnings: cursing, gun mentions (nothing happens), slight violence + injury. gn!reader ¬ word count: 2.5k.... i swear this was supposed to be a drabble

it’s a quiet night tonight. 

well. as quiet as it can get in the city that never sleeps. but you’re not necessarily in the city — you’re on the outskirts, waiting for a bus back home — so it's way calmer. you were visiting a friend, got a little carried away (see: watching three bad horror movies instead of just one), and now you're definitely gonna have to wait a while until you can catch a ride to the city. 

you sigh, sitting down on the bench. you wish you had lottie there to keep you company, but she had to stay behind and study for an upcoming biochem test. you curse her for being such a responsible student and you curse nyu for existing, and then you take out your phone because you should probably shoot her a text.

at the bus stop now :) see u soon, you write. 

you don’t expect her to reply quickly, considering that she usually leaves her phone in the other room when she wants to focus on something. you’re surprised to see her read it immediately, type for a few seconds, then disappear again. you’re about to ask her about it when she calls you instead.

“hard at work, i see.” you say in lieu of a greeting, and you can almost hear her eyes roll.

“i’m taking a break. don’t be a brat.”

“why’d you call?”

“i wanted to hear your voice. i miss you.” 

you chuckle. “it’s been, like, six hours. you’re ridiculous.” 

despite your teasing, you think it’s cute — and she knows that. she knows how easily you melt at her sweet words and soft smiles.

“well, i also wanted to talk with you while you wait. you know, make sure you’re safe. i don’t like the idea of you being out alone so late at night.” she argues.

“and that’s very sweet of you,” you say, smiling. “but there’s literally nobody here. you don’t have to worry about me, you should go study.”

she groans. “but this lesson is so boring. and i’m only revising now, anyway. it’s not that important.”

“lottie.”

“fine… but if you get kidnapped, don’t blame me.”

“as if you could do anything about it all the way from our apartment!”

“i would think of something.”

and you open your mouth to tell her to just go already, but your words die in your throat as you feel something hard and cold pressed against your back. the next voice you hear comes from behind you, not from the phone, and it's much deeper and rougher than your girlfriend's. 

“hang up. right now.”

fuck. did you accidentally manifest getting kidnapped? you're frozen in both fear and indecision, bar your shaking hand. was that a gun or a knife? you want to tell lottie to call the police, but you're also afraid of what the man would do to you if you did. what if he kills you anyway? fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“baby?” you hear her confused voice at the same time as he shouts: “i said now!”

you want to tell her you love her before you end the call, fearing that you might never get another chance, but you find yourself too paralyzed to speak. instead, you press the button and drop the phone, hearing it shatter as it hits the ground. you know she knows anyway. 

the man speaks again, and you realize his voice is muffled by what must be a ski mask. “give me all your money. come on.”

you shake your head, eyes welling up. “i don't have anything on me, i swear.” 

“don't make me hurt you. just give me your fucking wallet.” 

“please,” you somehow manage to say as you show him your pockets are empty. “i already told you, i don't have my wallet with me.”

“and i don't believe you. what about your bag?”

you feel your heart rate picking up as he gets more aggressive in both his tone and actions — you're going to have a bruise with how strongly he's pressing his gun to you. if he doesn't actually pull the trigger, that is.

you slowly reach for your bag. you really don't have anything valuable in there, besides headphones and a water bottle. maybe he'll be satisfied with just that if he's particularly thirsty. 

you open it up and shift it vaguely towards where he's standing. “see? no money. please just—”

you're interrupted by a sudden thwip sound behind you. weird sound for a gun to make, you think, before you realize it's not the gun that you heard, but rather what grabbed it. a thin, but seemingly firm, spiderweb-like fluid, swiftly tugging it towards—

spider-woman. holy shit. 

“have you ever considered getting a job? it's this thing where you contribute to society and get paid, instead of mugging innocent people at night.” she says, tossing the gun aside. 

your mind is still racing, but you have the common sense to step away from the guy. it's only when you turn to look at him for the first time that you realize he doesn't need a weapon to be able to hurt you — he's massive. and now, it seems, pretty angry too. 

“not you again,” he growls. “mind your fucking business.”

she jumps down from the tree she was in, elegantly landing a few feet away from you. her gaze doesn't leave him, however. 

“the safety of people who live here is my business.”

he scoffs. “what are you gonna do, then? arrest me?”

“something like that.”

he lunges towards her before she can make the first move, looking ready to strangle her. she's too quick for someone like him, though, and she dodges every punch he tries to throw her way. you assumed she'd immobilize him with the web or something, but then again, what do you know. maybe she's just too busy trying not to get beat up. 

they spar for a minute or two, the guy holding up better than you thought he would. you should probably run away or call the police (scratch that, she just stepped on your phone and you swear you heard a crack! in between all the grunts and hits), but you're so captivated by the whole situation that you can't look away. it's not every day you get to see spider-woman up close. 

she kicks his side and manages to shoot the web into his eyes while he's catching his breath. he winces and swears loudly, stumbling back. he's scratching at it, and you can tell it's very tough to get it off. 

“oh, fuck this!” he exclaims before she can do anything else. 

still functionally blind, he starts running away, slamming against you in the process. he's clearly not impacted by it because he just continues running off, but you are. it was too forceful for you to stay on your feet, and in a flash, you're on the ground, dull pain in your head from hitting the bench. 

“ow…” you mumble, reaching to touch the back of your head. 

you feel blood under your fingers. great. you think about telling spider-woman to call the ambulance before she goes to catch the bad guy, but she's hurrying towards you before you even have to ask. you can't see her face, but you can tell by her voice that she's worried. 

“are you okay?” she asks. “oh, god, is that blood?”

you hum in response, starting to feel a little dizzy. your eyelids suddenly feel heavier, too. 

“no, no, don't pass out. talk to me. what do you feel?” 

you blink a few times, trying to stay awake. “i don't know… i feel dizzy. and in shock. and it hurts.”

she sighs. “i know, but you can't fall asleep, okay? please. you'll be okay, i just have to get you to a hospital.”

“aren't you going to run after him?”

“that guy? no, i'll just find him later,” she turns to look at your bag. “do you have any tissues or something? we should apply pressure to— you know.”

“no,” you shake your head. “it's fine, i'll just…”

you try to get up, but you soon realize you didn't just hurt your head. you feel sharp pain in your ankle, too. you're not entirely sure you could stand up if you tried. 

spider-woman notices, and she seems even more concerned. “it's not fine. i'll carry you.”

“you can't exactly swing around if your hands are occupied.”

“then i'll walk,” she retorts, inching closer so she can look at your head. “are you sure you don't have anything we can use for that?”

“positive.”

she looks back into your eyes. “you're bleeding a lot.”

she's still for a few seconds. you wonder if she's finally considering the logistical nightmare that would be carrying you to a hospital. you wonder if she's just going to give up leave you there, bleeding and unable to move. 

then, she takes a deep breath and removes her mask, pressing it firmly to your wound, and you wonder if you've gone insane, because the eyes you make contact with are lottie's, and there's no way that isn't a hallucination, right? 

you don't get the privilege of processing this information, though, because the pressure is painful and makes you feel lightheaded again, and soon enough, you pass out. 

— 🕷 —

your eyes sting when you finally open them. it's too bright in the room, both because of the sunlight and because of how… white and clean everything is. 

so she did get you to a hospital. 

you sit up, beginning to register the dull pain that's still present in the back of your head. you look around, and there she is — curled up on a chair beside your bed, blissfully asleep. you smile at how cute she looks, but then you remember last night, and your smile is replaced by a tight feeling in your chest. 

she can't actually be spider-woman… right? 

you clear your throat, not really willing to wait to find out. you hope the conversation you're about to have will be less confusing than the thoughts floating around in your head. 

“lottie?” you call out. 

her eyes immediately snap open, then widen when she realizes you're up. she shifts in the chair, clearly nervous. 

“oh my god, you're awake. how are you feeling?”

“i'm fine.” you pause. “how are you feeling?”

she seems to stiffen. she just looks at you, as if she's trying to think of what to say. 

“you know, since that guy got in quite a few punches.” you add. 

she sighs, looking away. “i thought you were already passed out when i… when i took off the mask. your eyes were already closing.”

it's a confirmation, and you're almost surprised that she didn't try to act confused or change the subject. but it's lottie, and she's never been good at lying to you. 

(despite the fact that she hid her superhero identity from you for the whole duration of your relationship. although, in hindsight, there were a couple of times where it was your own fault you didn't connect the dots.) 

you shake your head. “no, i saw you.”

you can’t really read her; the look on her face — is it shame or relief? maybe it’d be easier to tell if she just looked at you, or said something. anything but the uncomfortable silence filling the room right now.

“i’m also fine,” she says after a few moments, “knuckles were a little bruised but i heal pretty quickly.”

you nod, relieved to hear that, ignoring how surreal everything about this is. you’re not sure which is harder to process — the fact that you had a gun to your back or the fact that the person who saved you from getting shot was spider-woman, who is actually your girlfriend. your chest feels heavy again. she finally looks at you, and you open your mouth to ask her something, but you both speak at the same time. 

“how did—”

“i’m sorry for—”

“you can go first.” you say, offering a small smile.

“i’m sorry i never told you. i wanted to, but it’s just… difficult to get the words out. i didn’t want you to worry, either, that’s the main reason. you already have enough on your plate.” a beat. “but now that you know… it’s fine if you want to break up. i lied to you, and i know it’d be stressful knowing this, so.”

your eyes widen. “what? lottie, i’m not gonna break up with you.”

and, well, you’re pretty sure the look on her face is relief now. 

“no?” she asks quietly, and your heart breaks a little as you realize she fully believed what she said.

“no, of course not. oh my god. come here.”

you shift a little to the side so she can sit next to you, and she does, albeit a little hesitantly. you pull her closer, enjoying the warmth as her body presses into yours. you slide an arm around her waist and pull her in for a gentle kiss, before putting your head on her shoulder.

“are you sure you’re not mad?” she asks.

“i guess i’m more in shock than anything else.”

she tenses a little. “i can’t believe this happened to you. i’m so sorry, i should have stopped him, i…”

“lottie.” you look up at her. “you did what you could. which, speaking of, how did you get there so quickly?”

she grins. “i have my ways.”

you roll your eyes, then close them again, burying your face in her shoulder. a few moments pass where you’re just holding each other in silence, and if you hadn’t just woken up from a coma, you would fall asleep on the spot. as it is, though, you just sit there, breathing in her perfume. 

“does anyone else know?” you ask after a while.

“not really, no. i didn’t want anyone to get wrapped up in this.”

“really? i figured you’d have laura lee as your sidekick or something. you know, have her pray for you every time you go out to do your thing.”

she laughs. “i didn’t think of that. it’s not an entirely bad idea.”

you weakly slap her on the arm. “hey, no. i’m helping you now. i won’t tolerate competition.”

“helping me? you don’t plan on getting a costume of your own, do you?”

“mmm, i was thinking more along the lines of patching you up when you get home. i like seeing you shirtless.”

she grins and pulls you in for another kiss, a little less gentle this time. she slides her arms down to your waist and you let her press your bodies together as tightly as physics allow, melting into her. you still have a lot of questions — both about the life she’s been leading behind your back and the life you two are going to have from now on — but they can wait. for now, you’re content with just getting to kiss her senseless until a nurse comes for a check up.

[lagoonalake]

Do you still have Enhypen mtl possessive reading? Can you repsot it please? 😭🙏

Hi :) Fortunately I remembered most of it, so here it is. 💗

ENHYPEN MTL POSSESSIVE

most possessive

SUNOO: 4 of pentacles

He literally got the "possessive card” so yes, once Sunwoo is in a relationship, you are his and he is yours. 

JAY: 2 of cups, 7 of swords

Jay is rather clingy and can be a bit manipulative in order to keep his partner close, not in a toxic way though. He just doesn’t want to lose them. He gets attached very strongly and value the intimacy and exclusivity a lot. 

JUNGWON: 2 of cups, 5 of swords

Jungwon also values the intimacy and gets attached easily. If his partner did something that would make him feel jealous, he wouldn’t be afraid to confront them and argue about it. Just like in the ideal type reading, I’m hearing “I have no time for this” so don’t play games with him! XD

HEESEUNG: ace of cups, wheel of fortune

He loves deeply, but he isn’t exactly possessive. He’s the type to think “what is meant to happen happens”. For example if his partner would leave him for another person, he wouldn’t try to keep them, he would accept it and would want his lover to be happy first and foremost. He is a bit sacrificial in love.

SUNGHOON: 8 of cups, 9 of cups

Sunghoon also gets attached, he wants to connect emotionally and deeply, but he only wants to deal with the easy part. The moment something triggers negative emotions within him, he’d rather leave than have to deal with it. 

JAKE: the tower, 10 of wands

Jake can act possessive but it all comes from a place of ego. Like “how can you look at this other person when you have ME?!!”. He is easily triggered and will make a big deal out of it, but he will get over it very quickly too. Not too many emotions here. 

NIKI: the magician, 5 of wands

Niki isn’t very possessive, but he can be competitive in a playful way. He seems like the type to think “everything is possible for me!”, like Jake it also comes more from a place of ego or pride rather than deep attachment. He wouldn’t be too attached to a person right now. “Plenty of fish in the sea” kind of mentality. XD

least possessive

[hotreadingwitch]

MADE TO LIE - the confession

Content Warnings/Kinks: praise kink, dominance, hickeys, scratching, cum swallowing/cum play, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected vaginal sex

BUCKY 

Bucky woke up to find the sun streaming in through the large, paned hotel window. Taking in a sleepy breath, he could barely believe how well this mission had worked out for him in the end. Though he’d almost been caught the night before, almost being forced to return to his life as the Winter Soldier, he’d also found someone who he valued as more than just a colleague or a teammate. The smile that painted his face when he turned over to see Y/n still sleeping, hair spread around her on the pillow in a messy halo and his shirt buttoned up over her frame, was both wide and pure. Last night, she’d insisted on wearing the oversized item, ignoring the fact that it looked more like a short dress on her than a shirt. He’d given in, of course, wanting her to have every comfort that she desired, especially with the complex pain he knew she must be feeling after the confrontation with the Cranes and her father. 

It took him just 10 minutes to get two coffees from a sweet barista at the cafe below the hotel and return to their suite. When he got back, Y/n was still asleep, likely exhausted. He placed the coffees on the bedside table before sitting on the edge, beside Y/n’s slumbering form. 

“Doll,” he woke her, with a gentle hand on her shoulder, his voice quiet and comforting. 

She swatted at him, her hand sharp and fast as a bullet but one that he dodged easily, mumbling grumpily, “Bucky…” 

“You’ve got to get up eventually doll, why not now?” 

“I never pegged you as a morning person” she smiled then, a small but genuine grin. 

A tense silence formed quickly in the echo of her words as her smile faltered, the events of the night before playing out in both their minds. 

“I think we should talk…” Bucky started. 

“About?” 

“Y/n…” 

“About what, Bucky?” she raised a shaky eyebrow, her calm mask cracking. 

Bucky sighed before pushing through, “About what your father sai—” 

“I don’t want to talk about that,” Y/n hesitated, interrupting before letting out a low whisper, “Talking about it will ruin everything Bucky, he ruins everything” 

He came towards her, his gaze soft, “Please doll, hear me out…If we decided to continue whatever this is I think you might be the best thing that could ever happen to me” Her sleepy eyes turned up to look at him hopefully, the sight practically breaking his heart as he pushed himself to continue, “…But I’d probably be the worst thing that could happen to you” 

“You’re wrong, you know that?” she whispered back bravely, “I’ve been through the worst already, there’s nothing you could do that could break me now…I want you Bucky, please” 

“That’s not exactly good Y/n” he sighed, frustrated but still speaking calmly, sadly, “You’ve been through so much that if I ruined your entire life you wouldn’t even blink an eye. That’s—that’s toxic. I don’t want to be the next thing that hurts you” 

“You won’t be” she stated plainly. 

“I’m not fully—“ he paused, “There’s still work I have to do before I’m good…what if I make a mistake that causes you more pain?”

“Then you’ll learn” 

He ran an exasperated hand through his cropped hair, grasping at straws, “I still have nightmares—what happens if you’re in my bed and I kill you in my sleep?”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take” she replied strongly, “Listen, I can’t picture my future without you anymore…everybody needs somebody Bucky and you’re my somebody”

“But what if I—”

“I know Bucky, I know, okay? Do you think I don’t get what it’s like to make mistakes? To have done bad things? To have regrets?” she said, trying her best to keep her voice calm despite her jumping heart rate. She took his calloused hands in her own, and he let her, “I know what it’s like to be afraid of yourself, believe me. But we can do it together, learn how to be better together…I’m willing Bucky, you just have to trust me” 

He squeezed her hands with his own, searching her eyes, for what, even he didn’t know. 

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to be the man that you need, that you deserve, and that I’ll give my all to you and it still won’t be enough. I don’t want this to end in heartbreak.” His eyes softened, misty, yet without any tears falling like he was trying to keep himself together and failing miserably. That ball in his stomach was rolling around, wreaking havoc. And yet, Y/n’s words were making the feeling calmer by the second, making him feel like he could reach for what he wanted without fear for the first time. 

“It’s always going to be a risk” 

“I haven’t taken many of those in my life, not really, but all the brave people I know have. Steve. Sam. Natasha. You…” He paused, brushing her cheek gently with his knuckle. “You have, you’re so brave Y/n, more brave than you could ever know.” 

“It’s always going to be a risk Bucky” she repeated quietly, her words striking him at his core. 

“I’ve lived a long and loveless life Y/n,” he rasped with a wet chuckle, continuing even when she opened her mouth to interrupt, “No, listen, please. Yes, I’ve had good friends and good family but never…love, not like this. I don’t want to give up on us doll—So maybe I can be brave for you if you let me, and we’ll be alright?” 

“We will be, I know it” She leaned toward him, hesitating before planting a gentle kiss on his stubbly cheekbone. 

“How?” he huffed with a small smile, having already admitted defeat. 

“I just do” she kissed his cheek again, “I just do…” 

Y/N 

His lips touched her forehead in one intimate motion before he trailed down to her mouth, capturing her in a kiss that she’d likely never forget. 

Her hands traced down from the sturdy contour of his jaw to his neck to his chest to his arms, metal and flesh, barely able to keep her hands off of him. His gaze pierced her before he tucked his lips to the crook of her neck, making her groan at the sensation. There was heat between them, sure, a heat that was quickly growing from a small flame into a full, blazing fire but it was the warmth in Bucky’s eyes, the unabashed trust, and the grounding feeling she gained from each kiss, that truly made her feel red-hot. 

She pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side before he began to unbutton his own shirt that she was still wearing from the night before. The cool air hit her nipples, making them peak. They kissed and kissed and kissed, Y/n reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck as they did, groaning into his mouth. When she finally pulled back, her eyes scanned over his body, taking his armour off piece by imaginary piece. It felt good—being vulnerable with him, touching him—so good that she felt the full-bodied sense of love settling deep in her bones. 

“Please don’t make me wait any longer” she begged, her hands grazing the band of his pants as she sat down on the bed’s edge, him towering over her. 

“The coffees are going to go cold…” he hesitated with a shy smirk. 

“I don’t care” she breathed as Bucky sunk to his knees. 

She spread her legs instinctively, needing his mouth on her more than she needed anything. In that moment, she thought she’d take a single orgasm from him over her own happiness, though, she had a feeling that he’d never leave her without either, pleasure or joy, ever again. 

“Please” her whimpered plea was desperate yet unashamed. 

When he connected his mouth to her it sent a sharp feeling instantly through her body, one that went straight to her clit. 

“Fuck” she gasped, immediately gripping her hands in his short hair. 

He kissed the sensitive area, looking up at her, “That feel good doll?” 

She ground her hips upward, arching to meet his soft lips. 

“Yes—shit—yes, it feels so good Bucky”

He chuckled darkly before reconnecting to her, his tongue sweeping over her wet hole before moving up toward her clit. He used his strong fingers to part her lips, spreading them so that he had better access to the sensitive area. He started slow, licking at her languidly, making her breath hitch and her hips buck upward restlessly. But Y/n’s low whines and her tight grip on his hair made him go faster and faster as if he couldn’t resist giving her the pleasure she craved until his tongue was moving so quickly back and forth it was a blur across her clit. 

“I can’t get over how good you taste doll—fuck” he groaned as he lapped lower with his tongue, teasing her needy hole before returning to her clit. 

She arched again, shivering at the way the slight change in angle made the feeling of his licking at her clit even more intense. 

“I can’t take—fuck—please Bucky, I need you in me now”

Removing his mouth from her, he took his fingers and caressed her sopping hole. Holding it up to the light, he groaned at the sight of her wetness. Y/n looked down, gulping as she noticed the hard, strained bulge waiting in his pants. Her eyes widened even more then, pupils blown with pure desire, as he brought her slick to his lips, tasting her without shame. “You really do taste so good” he chuckled, smiling handsomely when the comment made her flush.

His fingers returned to her hole, gently moving them around and around without once pushing into her. His small smile was dangerous. 

“You’re ready to take it doll?” he questioned, kissing her inner thigh as he teased her.

She shivered in response, whining his name, “Bucky…” 

“I asked you a question” he glared from below, his dominance taking over, “Don’t make me ask you again”

“Yes” she rushed her response, “I want it, please Bucky, I need to feel you inside me” 

He praised her skin with his mouth, tracing sloppy kisses down her neck to the space between her breasts before finally removing his pants and positioning himself in front of her. Her legs wrapped around him as she balanced her ass on the edge of the massive bed.

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes—God, Bucky if you don’t—“ 

Her words fell off in an instant as he slid the first half of himself into her. She’d somehow forgotten just how big he was, letting out a hiss and a loud moan at the immediate feelings of pleasure. 

“You’re so fucking tight around me doll” he spat out, his voice a low growl.

He was only halfway in her and still, she clenched around him desperately, needing more, more, more. 

“Deeper, deeper please” she begged.

With a huff he pushed deep into her until he was fully seated inside, her walls squeezing around him. 

“F—fuck” he growled, his breathing heavy as he started to thrust.

The feeling of his full length slamming into her was overwhelming, to say the least. It was heat and tension and desperation and adoration all mixed together. She rocked her hips along with his in perfect rhythm, moving completely in sync with him. Her breath hitched as he ground into her, placing his hands, both flesh and metal on her hips. The more she arched the better he felt inside her like he was reaching parts of her that she didn’t even know were there.

“Hold on…” he commanded, his voice dark as he thrust and thrust, “Hold onto me doll—fuck”

She reached her hands around him, scratching them down his back, making him growl. He pushed further into her, the weight of him between her legs made them spread even wider. She arched, groaning as he returned his lips to her neck, sucking, leaving a trail of marks behind, marks that declared she was his. 

“Bucky” she moaned, lost to the haze of the pleasure, “I need—“ 

In an instant his fingers were on her clit sliding back and forth across her wet pussy, beginning to please her just how he knew she liked it. His thrusts were harsh and full of need, hers as much as his. Her gaze flitted upward, startling at the pure desire that was reflected in his eyes. It felt good to be pleasured, to be worshipped by him. 

“From the moment my lips touched your body—fuck—from the moment I met you” he whispered with reverence, planting kisses down the length of her neck, “I’ve known you were the one”

“I—Bucky,” she cried out, her words interrupted by her moans. 

“Tell me doll, let me hear it,” he groaned, eyes fiery. 

“I feel the same way…about you” she whimpered, feeling her release coming closer and closer Her hands grazed over his body, over his arms—one cool metal under her fingertips and the other truly warmer than the sun, “You’ve always been the one for me” 

Bucky thrust down into her as his fingers fiercely rubbed over her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, all while kissing her neck, her jaw, and her forehead. 

“Bucky” she moaned, her breathing laboured. 

“I can feel you cumming” he strained, brushing a stray hair from her face in one intimate swipe, “so fucking tight—such a good girl for me”

She tensed before the sensitivity ricocheted through her entire being, making her chest and legs shake beneath him as he gripped her waist while the other hand played with her clit. As she came it felt like dying, an intense, body-rocking death that was quickly followed by the most glorious of rebirths. Bucky came just after her and Y/n held his shoulders as he did, supporting him like he had held her, his deep, breathy moans tickling her ear. 

“Fuck, fuck” he groaned before collapsing beside her. 

She straddled him then, easing on top of him, mindful of his still slick cock throbbing below her, leaning forward to kiss him. His strong hands ran up the length of her back, practically cradling her as he kissed her back. 

“Thank you” she whispered, feeling fully satiated and hopeful for their future.

“Thank you, doll” he kissed her cheek. Pushing her hair back again out of her face, properly gazing at her with love and affection, both their hearts feeling full. 

Bucky and Y/n’s relationship was delicate. One wrong move could cause disaster but it seemed that neither of them really cared anymore. They both knew well then that everything is always a risk. They knew too that love, true love, was one worth taking. 

A/N - This is the last chapter of this mini-series/novella!! Thank you all for so much love with this, I'll be forever grateful that the chapters have been so well-received here and on Wattpad. The epilogue chapter will be on Christmas Day or the day after!

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[lulu2992]

And I forgot one question I've read somewhere that supposedly john was a rapist. But I don't think that for a bit. They say because he wanted to cut faiths sin out of her because he had Urges so what your take on that?

I’m “glad” (so to speak) you asked because this has been bothering me for a while.

I’m not a fan of the Seeds’ characterization in Collapse, but I don’t think the DLC ever implied there was anything sexual to his infamous “urges” and I genuinely don’t understand how that could be the conclusion some people drew.

When, in Collapse, they talk about the woman you mentioned in your previous ask, John says she “gave [him] everything”, including her body, but that she then made him “so angry” for reasons he doesn’t seem to understand. The phrasing implies that they had sex, yes, but also that she consented to it. She “gave” him her body; he didn’t take it by force. Yet, I’ve seen comments from players that affirmed the contrary and that this was the crime John was afraid he would get in legal trouble for...

In the same conversation, Joseph, who I think is written as more manipulative in the DLC, tells John it was God who “gave [him] a gift” and “put [these urges] there” so he now has to use them “for His glory”. Now, if there were anything sexual about them, considering Lust is a sin and that we were told in Far Cry 5 fornication isn’t allowed in the cult, it makes no sense to me for the Father to call that a “gift” and to ask him to put it at the service of the Project.

Sadly, that unknown woman isn’t the only presumed victim people saw in Collapse. It’s thankfully been modified now (at least for the moment), but for a while, on the Wiki, you could read this on John’s page:

Joseph's mind experienced a vision of what would happen if John survives the nuclear apocalypse and lives with him, where John's mental health worsen with insane uncontrollable urges, strongly implying to be the urge to rape Faith, which he blames God for.

When you take a deep dive into the lore, you come to realize the Far Cry Wiki is filled with mistakes and wild guesses and that it’s never a good idea to fully trust it… but not everyone is aware of this. It was very, very upsetting to see this kind of gross misinformation on a page that’s supposed to be objective and that most readers—understandably—believe can be taken at face value.

John’s thing is and has always been, even in the DLC, purification through pain and cutting people’s skin to remove their sins. It was never hinted anywhere that there was supposed to be anything sexual about that or what he does for the cult in general.

In that vision Joseph experiences in Collapse, John has a knife in his hand and says he can hear Faith “sinning”, so he has to “cut it off of her” because he “[needs] to cut something up”. Again, I don’t get how it’s even possible to see this, knowing how John canonically makes people Atone, and go, “Ah yes, sex!”

But even in Far Cry 5, there are players who keep saying it was strongly implied (or even certain) that he assaulted Joey Hudson when... no, it never was. She doesn’t say anything about that, Sharky only talks about “how John cuts people up and knows all these pressure points and can make you feel pain beyond anything you ever imagined”, and other NPCs mention torture and how terrifyingly good he is at making you talk. Context matters, and John being a man keeping a woman hostage doesn’t automatically mean that happened.

The thing is, I suppose, that many people, whether they love or hate John, do what Adelaide does and sexualize him. That’s not an issue in itself, and it’s even possible the devs made him alluring on purpose or thought he was sexy too (hence Addie’s comments) but, if you’re not careful, I think you can quickly end up confusing your perception of a character with reality and imputing intentions to them.

It’s not easy to distinguish between what you see and what is shown to you, and nobody can have a 100% objective analysis, but I think people (notably those who feel like contributing to Wikis) should be careful not to draw hasty conclusions, especially when it comes to such a serious and sensitive subject.

So my take is the same as yours: John is not a rapist. Maybe he could have been one, we don’t know, but there is no evidence to support this claim and I really wish people would stop presenting it as fact.

[darkmanifestationsworld]

BE AFRAID OF HOW POWERFUL YOU ARE

A long time ago, at the beginning of my journey, I saw a video about the Law where the person talked about how people don't like to think positively because they “know” that the law isn't real and that it won't manifest itself.

Then she said, “Are you doubting it? So why don't you imagine being robbed? Feel all that feeling you would feel when you were robbed as soon as you left here.”

He replied “What? Of course I wouldn’t do something like that?”

People are more inclined to think negatively and accept their cruel fate (life is very difficult. You will have to fight a lot to get things, etc...) But everyone is superstitious and dislikes and is afraid of attracting evil to themselves or for the people they love. The world is full of superstitions like that.

“Don’t walk under a ladder then you will have 7 years of bad luck”

You may have already heard this.

And you also know, people fear these things, but when it's a good superstition they usually don't believe it that much, they already expect something to go wrong and nothing good to happen. But they are in a hurry to die of fear of the bad luck on the stairs.

So, but here's the point, people fear these things so strongly that sometimes (for the most part) it ends up manifesting into their reality extremely quickly. Like, my coin in the wishing well took 9 years to come true but when I passed under that damned staircase my day became terrible.

The difference is what you give the power to. People give in to bad things, you just have to transfer that to your desires, to the point where you fear them knowing that they will soon be here, so you better prepare yourself for the storm of good things that await you.

Ex: “Shit, I’m going to shift today! I heard that subliminal, now there's no way, I need to talk to people in this reality soon, because tomorrow I'll be at my doctor's office and it won't be long before I get back.”

And, let's say you wake up in cr, what action do you have to take? Well, that of a person who knows that it will happen.

Ex: “Today was normal, thanks, but damn, I'm going to have a terrible day, because of that damn stairs”

And with that, every sign means something

“fuck, the toothpaste got on my shirt, I’m doomed.”

You will transfer this to your desire

Ex: “Damn, I saw equal numbers (sigh) it's inevitable, I'm going to shift, damn, I'm going to make a list of what my clone is going to do while I'm gone, I won't be in this reality tomorrow morning anymore”

Think as if, change your current belief patterns.

[zoeykallus]

Hi! Im a long time fan! I have a pretty spicy HC request if you are interested. I like to imagine that the Bad Batch are all very well endowed 😉How would each of them handle this great responsibility and power? What naughty things would they whisper in your ear as they try to fit inside you for the first time? Could you also include Gregor? 😊 ok I’m going to go hide now thanks!

Aloha!

Hmm, interesting thought, let me see...

The Bad Batch/Gregor x Fem!Reader HCs - Well Endowed

Warnings: Smut Mentioned/Dirty Talk/PiV/ BD-Energy/Fluff/Comfort/Strongly Suggestive/18+

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Hunter

He is passionate, sensual. But he is also very sensitive, considerate and adapts. Hunter knows how aroused and excited you are, but he also senses the underlying fear that's smoldering there inside you. "There's nothing to be afraid of". He is naked next to you, in all his glory. Beneath his tanned skin, hard muscles, but his touch is gentle, purposeful, tender. Your eyes fall to his crotch and you swallow. "Are you okay?" he inquires cautiously, looking at you. "Sure," you say evasively. "Are you sure?" "Of course." Hunter is pretty well hung, his cock long, thick. Your fingers gently feel for it, feeling the heat radiating from it, eliciting a soft, sigh. When he finally lies over you, his hard length pressed against your body, your heart beats up to your throat. He kisses your shoulders, your neck, your face and whispers soft words to you. "My love, my beautiful, you don't have to worry, I'll be gentle, I promise". And Hunter keeps his word. As he brings his tip to your gate, you automatically tense up, but he patiently pauses, kissing and caressing your tension away. Finally, very slowly, he penetrates you, pausing after every inch, kissing you, praising you. "Look at you, so beautiful, you're doing great, darling, taking me so well".

Hunter is in no hurry. Spending this time with you, exchanging these intimacies, is a privilege that he fully enjoys and treats with respect. He would never intentionally hurt you, and he does everything he can to make you feel comfortable and let go. The fear will quickly evaporate, and you can be sure that Hunter will give you a lot of pleasure.

Echo

You kiss each other. Heat has spread between you and you have undressed each other. Now you lie there naked, Echo gently kissing every bit of bare skin he can reach. You're like putty under his lips. As exciting and stimulating as the whole thing is for him, he is still very attentive. He doesn't miss your glance at his hard length, which admittedly, is far larger than you expected. He sits up, takes your hand and gently pulls you onto his lap. "Come here sweetie" He looks up into your face. You see the dilated pupils, you know what he wants, and you want it too. But you're unsure, his size has unsettled you. "I know what you're thinking. I've seen the look on your face," he says softly. Again your gaze travels down, between you, there stands his cock erect, thick and long. Echo gently places a finger under your chin and lifts it. "That's why I pulled you onto my lap. I think you should have full control the first time. You decide how deep and how fast we go. Agreed?"

You nod, the idea makes sense. You lift your pelvis, and he guides his tip to your wet opening. Very slowly, you lower yourself onto it. You immediately feel the stretch, it's overwhelming. Your thighs tremble. Echo moans softly, he has to hold on to himself because even for him the feeling is intense. He nevertheless gently kisses your sternum, your collarbone, your neck, your chin and whispers, "You don't have to rush, take your time". Bit by bit, you sink further down, taking him in until he fills you completely. The feeling is so intense, so overwhelming, not just physically. Echo breathes heavily beneath you. "Good girl, you're doing wonderfully," he says breathlessly. With Echo, you never have to worry or feel insecure. Be open with him, don't pretend, and the two of you will have a wonderful time.

Wrecker

He is sweet, playful and gigantic. Of course, Wrecker knows that his physical build is a challenge for you, he behaves accordingly. The foreplay is long, and he spoils you very much, he sucked on your pearl until your thighs trembled around his ears. With two of his thick fingers, he has fingered you very carefully and stretched a little in gentle scissor movements. You are more than wet, but Wrecker also has lube ready just in case. Several times he offers you that you do not have to do that, that there are other wonderful ways to satisfy each other. But you insist, today is the day, you don't want to put it off any longer. "You'll be gentle, won't you?" you ask, a little uncertainly, nonetheless. He puts his hand on his heart and says, "Of course, beauty." Wrecker is really gentle, he is much more skilled than it might seem at first glance when you look at him. Besides, he is in no hurry, every tenderness he exchanges with you is a feast for him.

As your bodies unite, his thick cock nudges your gate, your whole body tingles. His slow advance is accompanied by gentle words and kisses. Wrecker takes his time. He communicates with you, seeks eye contact, wants to be sure that he does not hurt you. You are always in good, caring, big hands with him.

Tech

It took forever for you to get close at all. Tech has been rather reserved and reserved about being physical before you got close. He sometimes has a reserved shyness about him that others might find exhausting or annoying, but not you. You find him incredibly sweet, and you like that he's not one of those who has to rush everything. In the meantime, he has thawed out. He loves to cuddle, gentle kisses, little caresses. He is a spider monkey, some part of his body is always wrapped around you when he is near you and gets the chance. One of your cuddle moments has now led to a hot make out session and you feel that heat has risen not only in you. Tech is not wearing his armor during your hours of cuddling, and there is an unmistakable bulge in his pants as your tongue slides over his lower lip. He's pressed up against you, his kisses a little more fiery than before, his fingers suddenly everywhere, even under your clothes. Before you know it, you're both naked. You pause and look at each other.

"That was quick... and surprising," Tech says quietly, glancing down at the pile of clothes you've carelessly tossed aside, "But that doesn't mean we have to have intercourse, I don't want you to feel obligated for any reason." You smile shyly and say somewhat breathlessly with your heart pounding, "I very much want to merge with you, but I just saw how well-endowed you are and.... I'm not sure how that's going to fit in." Tech blinks, then his cheeks flush, and he says softly in a matter-of-fact way, "A woman's vagina is made to stretch and adapt to accommodate both sexual partners for fertilization and to bear children naturally. I'm pretty sure... um, that I fit in there." Your ears are getting hot. "I know that Tech... it's just, I'm a little afraid it's going to hurt" "Oh," he says softly, "But we can prevent that." You smile and say, "Knowing you, I'm sure you already have some ideas."

Of course, he does. Apart from appropriate preparatory foreplay, lubricant and gentle words, he also got toys, on the one hand just in case and on the other out of curiosity. Anyone who gets involved with Tech should bring a certain openness and willingness to experiment. You both have a long but wonderful and interesting night ahead of you. He may often be very matter of fact, but he has a very passionate and sensual side to him that is reserved only for you as his partner.

Crosshair

He's so wild, so hot. Until now, you never had the time to really have sex. But his kisses and touches are always like fire. He knows exactly how to touch you, over which parts of your body his long fingers have to glide, so that you want to tear off your panties and mount him. However, this is something that always slows you down and makes you glad that it hasn't come to that yet and that you were either directly disturbed or interrupted. Every time you feel his hard length through your clothes, it's a turn on, but once you felt over the fabric for it. To put it a bit exaggerated, you had to feel several times to be sure that you really touched his cock and not his leg. But now you have all the time in the world and Crosshair is very eager to get under your clothes. He is hungry, has been waiting for a while to be undisturbed with you. He makes you incredibly hot, his touches are perfect, but the more covers fall, the more nervous you get.

Finally, you lie there naked and his pelvis pushes between your thighs, his massive cock rubbing over your pussy. He pauses, though, when he sees the look on your face. "What's going on?" he asks somewhat breathlessly, his thoughts in a fog of horniness through which he tries to understand what's going on. You don't know how to say it, so you say it freely, you know Crosshair likes it better when you say what you want or think directly anyway. "I'm a little scared. You're so big down there." He raises his brows, gathers his thoughts, but then smiles. "Kitten, you are way too cute" he says gentle, "Don't worry, we'll take it slow. Bit by bit. I'll be tender, I promise." He keeps his word, Crosshair always does. He penetrates you very slowly, accompanied by soft words of praise and kisses. "My good girl, you are doing great". More kisses, a little moan, "Damn you're tight, Kitten". Sweat is on his forehead, but he holds back. It takes half an eternity before he's completely absorbed in you. "See, Kitten, it's working. You did great, girl" He bites your neck very gently and starts to move inside you very slowly. Close to your skin, he says, "Let's see what heights we can take you to".

Gregor

He is a cuddler. As soon as you have a moment to yourselves, he pulls you into his arms, presses you against him, spreads kisses on every bit of skin he can reach. Very tenderly, almost languidly, his lips wander. His hands are strong but careful. However, he has never tried to push you into anything or to undress you completely, even though you have often felt his hard length through your clothes, Gregor has never really tried to make love to you. You don't know if he's doing this out of consideration and wants you to signal your willingness first, or if something is wrong. So you talk to him about it. He holds you pressed against him, between you under the fabric of his pants his cock is hard again. Gregor blinks and looks at you. "Why? What should be wrong?" You shrug your shoulders uncertainly, whereupon he smiles at you. "Do you want us to?" You bite your bottom lip, barely able to ignore the dampness in your panties. You have a huge crush on him, excited, pulse racing. Being near him, his touches, are like a rush. Of course, you want to have sex with him, and you tell him so.

Gregor takes his time undressing you, every piece of skin he exposes gets kissed and caressed. When your eyes fall on his exposed length, you are startled for a moment. You have felt through the fabric that he is big, but to see it is different again. Gregor, who has seen your gaze, says softly, "You trust me, don't you?" "Of course" He chuckles his own little laugh and says, "Then my love, let yourself go, don't worry and leave everything else to me, I promise you won't feel anything but pleasure". He kisses his way to your clitoris, working your pearl with tongue and lips, the swollen little bundle of nerves is twitching under his skillful tongue. His touch makes you twitch and tremble with tense arousal. To feel him so intimately is a whole new rush in itself. The moment he penetrates you, you've already had an orgasm, are wetter than wet and completely relaxed. Of course, you feel it, even how big it is, but Gregor proceeds slowly and tenderly and instead of nervousness, you take it in with deep affection and pleasant anticipation. When he is completely sunk into you, he says a little breathlessly, "You see, my beautiful girl, you can trust me completely".

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[jiwoneiric]

flower petals, an yujin pt. 2

— yn almost give up but yujin is just a stubborn girl

it's the second part of flower petals (as you guys can see hshs) and this is where gaeul will play her most important role!! enjoy reading!

warning: mention of blood, harsh words are used

It has gotten worse.

Worse to the point that you need to take a week's break from classes this time and tell your other best friend, Gaeul about this. 

It worried Yujin, of course, but she noticed how distant you have been lately so she let you be after confirming with you that you are just tired and need a break from the world although she was pretty hurt that the world includes her too.

You open your eyes and sigh deeply as you feel the same pain you felt every single morning before today. You went to the hospital already but the only solution they have are the same as what you found on the internet. It’s either you confess to Yujin—which is not very favourable on your side—or, to remove all those petals—heck, you are sure there are even flowers now in your lungs—surgically which also means that your feelings toward her will be removed and the mere idea of that has already made you grimace in pain. As much as the love you have towards her is hurting you, it hurts more to imagine you living without loving her, the only person you think deserves your love.

But you are too much of a coward to drop even small hints toward the girl, afraid that she can read you too well and too fast. You know she will be so mad after knowing the truth but you are not ready for the rejection part yet.

Knocks on your front door startle you from your thoughts.

You stand up and reach to open it before it unlocks itself and you know just who is standing on the other side of the door.

“yn.”

You lift your head, putting on a small smile that you hope can assure Yujin that you are alright. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m all fine, Yuj.”

Despite the growing pain of the flower thorns inside your throat, you also feel the warmth seeping through your body as she intertwines both of your hands together.

“Are you sure, Yuj?”

You let her touch your forehead with the back of her hand, secretly yearning for more.

And more Yujin gives you.

She pulls you into a hug, caressing the back of yours. You feel like crying from how much her hug heals and pains you so much at the same time.

So you snuck your face into the crook of her neck, lips shut tight as you feel tears start brimming at the corner of your eyes.

“J-just hug me please.”

“I will, Yuj.”

.

_

.

From standing in front of your house door, you found both you and Yujin hugging—more like cuddling, you must say—on your bed under your warm comforter.

“Honey.”

A soft call of your nickname pulls you from driving into the dreamland.

“Yeah?”

“I have a question but you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”

“Shoot.”

“Was the world you are tired of, include me?”

You notice the wavers in her voice as she shoots you the question. Was it? But again, it was because of your love towards her that you feel tired of hurting your lung every single second of the day. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to think of what suitable answer to give to Yujin.

“It was, right?”

Shit, you were thinking too long.

“N-no!” 

You lift your body off the bed, too quickly that you see black dots. 

“W-wait…”

Afraid that she will feel hurt, you quickly utter that, so she won’t think you are ignoring her.

Feeling her hand wraps around your shoulder, you pull her close.

“You aren’t included in that nasty world, Yuj. Not before, not now, not ever.”

You rub the back of her as she nestles her nose into the crook of your neck.

You always understand why people think that you and Yujin are in a romantic relationship. The intimacy both of you have is something only two people whose harbour strong feelings toward each other will have. But do both of you? You are strongly sure that Yujin does not have that kind of feelings toward you.

No matter how much she cares for you, no matter how many small details about you she notices or remembers and no matter how many times she chooses you over everyone else, you believe that it is only because you are her childhood best friend, someone who has been with her since she can remember.

Why?

This is a bit foolish to admit, but it’s because of how she has dated lots of people in the past and see! She told you a few weeks before that she still likes that asshole named Jaeyeon! So, there is no way that she likes you back.

Never in this lifetime, you suppose.

—

.

—

You didn’t notice when you fell asleep earlier but waking up to having Yujin in your arms makes you feel warm. 

You wish you can have her like this every day, every minute, every second.

And you can only hope as the flowers threaten to come out again. 

You stretch your arm to take your phone after the notification sound alerts you.

Gaeul

yn.

I’m truly sorry but I was the one who told Yujin. 

I’m sincerely sorry but I can’t lose you, kid.

What…

What did she tell Yujin? 

Wait…

There’s no way Gaeul told about your hanahaki to her, right?!

Not realizing that your trembling body wakes the girl in your arm awake, you continue being anxious over what the hell should you do when the said girl confronts you about this.

“yn?”

You jumped out of your bed, falling to the hard tiles as you feel your breath getting uneven. 

“Y-Yuj…”

You push yourself back as she nears you. You have zero clue why you did that but perhaps your anxiety summons it.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Y-you…”

Words get stuck in your throat, ironically.

Flowers are threatening to climb out of your throat so you run to the bathroom, not minding what Yujin would think of you.

“W-wait, where are you going?!”

As soon as you reach the bathroom, you spew out all the flowers you think are in your body into the sink. You noticed that she has arrived by the darkening silhouette behind you.

“y-yn…”

Your heart breaks when she calls you by your actual name, every single time, as if you hate the name when you actually don’t. And it breaks more when you see how blood covered the flowers you just threw up. 

Noticing the trembling breath behind you, you wipe away the blood or whatever liquid there is at the side of your lips before turning around to face her.

“I’m sorry for not telling you, Yuj..”

Your frail voice resonates around the bathroom and is greeted with nothing but Yujin’s loudening sobs.

“I’m sorry that I fall for you, Yujin.”

Your heart hurts upon calling her that but you want to show her how serious you are with your apology.

“Are you stupid, y/l/n y/n?!”

She hits your chest repeatedly while her sobs continue.

“You choose to leave me rather than confess to me! How dare you…”

The tears you held fall down your pale face as you let her hit you. You deserve this. You really do.

But not the hug you are greeted with after.

“yn, please don’t die. Please don’t.” You bite your lip when a sob is threatening to come out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, Yuj but I love you so much. There’s no way I can not die at this point.”

Yujin grip on your shirt tightens as you can feel the front of your shirt getting wet with her tears.

“But I love you, yn. Isn’t that enough?”

You weakly chuckle.

“Yes, you do. But our love is different, Yujin.”

“No. they aren’t.”

What…

You can feel the soreness in your throat lessening as the words Yujin just omitted dawn on you.

“I love you, y/l/n y/n.”

You stiffen up upon the unfamiliar feeling in your body, especially in your throat.

You aren’t sure but it is as if the flowers terrorizing your throat are starting to disappear.

“Y-you what…”

Your voice sounds so small you aren’t even sure if Yuj catches that.

But she’s your Yuj and catch she did.

“I love you too, you idiot!”

You let Yujin hugs you tightly while you are fighting with your mind.

An Yujin loves you back, she does!

As if understanding your silence, Yujin pulls away from the hug, staring at you intensely.

“Please, honey. Say the words.”

You gulp—noticing how easier it has been since so long—while looking at her anticipating eyes.

“I—”

You sigh and let your head down. It is not that easy to say that phrase out loud, especially when you have been suppressing it for so long. You are sure your knuckles are getting paler as you clench them tighter.

But she waits, you noticed. You see how she’s waiting for you patiently, especially when you can feel her encouraging you with soft rubs along your arm.

“I—”

You bite your bottom lip, frustrated with yourself.

“It’s okay, honey. One by one.”

“I love you, An Yujin.”

There you go. You fall to the floor, hugging your knees. Holding back the disappeared flower was such a pain in the ass that it exhausts you so much.

“And I love you too, my honey.”

Hearing her confess with your nickname at the end of it was the breaking point. 

You are now sobbing in her embrace, feeling a huge rush of relief crash over your entire body.

With the help of Yujin, you walk back to your bed, sitting on one of its sides.

.

_

.

“But you said that you still like Jaeyeon! How am I supposed to confess if I know you were not feeling the same, Yuj?!”

You argue with her jokingly, chuckling upon seeing the pout forming on her face.

“I didn’t know too, okay! It was when you need a break from the world, from me, that I realize you mean much more than I thought you are to me.”

You realize how she quietens down the phrase “from me”, probably not wanting you to hear. But you are her honey, of course, you heard her very crystal clear.

“I’m sorry for hiding this from you, Yuj. I really do.”

You caress her hands that you have been holding since forever.

“I understand why. I would—”

“No. Please don’t do that. It gonna hurts so bad, Yuj.”

You shake your head in a grimace, remembering the pain you went through the past few months.

“I don’t want to see you getting hurt, Yuj.”

“Neither do I, honey.”

It dawns on you that Yujin must have been worried sick about you, especially in the past few weeks. You have hurt yourself and Yujin so badly. 

“So…”

You break away from your deep thought when Yujin grabs your hand.

“So?”

You ask her back.

“What are we?”

You grin and you are sure that Yujin knows you’re going to tease her.

“Best friends?”

You guess with a sly smirk plastered on your face.

“y/n!”

Your stifled waves of laughter erupt when she starts tickling you.

“Yuj! Yuj, stop! It tickles!”

Attempting to escape from Yujin’s tickles, you climb down the bed, running out of the bedroom. 

Being the volleyball athlete she is, Yujin easily catches on to you—not that you are not an athlete yourself, but that damn hanahaki has depleted your stamina greatly.

“You are not going to escape this time, Yuj!”

Oh, you can only pray to God to give you the strength to withstand Yujin’s antics.

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and that wraps up this two-shot!! thank you for reading guys. this was actually written for annyeongz but it kinda fits yn and yujin too so i changed some things :D feel free to ask me anything!!

[menshusband]

Hi hi!! How about 🤝, 💞 and 💖 for whoever you'd like?

Hiiyaa Ghosty ! Thanks for the ask ! <33

I think I’ll have Alastor reply to these :)

🤝 Have your F/O tell the story of how the two of you first met.

“Ah, what an unforgettable day, I must say! I cherish the memory. I was fairly new to hell, though had managed to find my way rather quickly, admittedly. ‘t was a day no different from any other, except for the fact that, unbeknownst to myself, I was about to meet the most splendid soul in all of creation! Ahah!

“But I digress—where was I? Ah, yes. I was peacefully walking my way back from my daily broadcasting, in order to meet up with the charming Rosie, and as I went to check my pocket watch to make sure I was on time—oh dear! It had stopped working! That just wouldn’t have done, don’t you think? And so that is how I came to know about a watchmaker and his rather modest workshop, both having an excellent reputation amongst Cannibal Town.

“After informing my dear Rosie about the inconvenience (the lady also suggested that I checked out the little bug’s workshop!), I soon found myself entering said watch-making place—a rather comforting space, I must admit. Thinking it curious that no one was there when the sign clearly claimed that they were “open”, I rang the bell, and immediately he came zooming from the back-shop.

“Truly a sight for sore eyes, Cecil was—and still is. As he warmly welcomed me and apologised for the brief absence, he pulled up on his head the singular goggle he was working with and ran a hand along his adorable little antennae to fix them. All the while looking incredibly charming, trust my word. I simply could not tear my gaze off of them as they quickly worked through my watch’s insides once I’d told him it was an urgent service.

“Naturally, kind as ever, he offered said urgent service on the house and invited me to come back any time (with some quarters on me next time! Ahah! What a humourous man).

“Much to my dismay, neither that first time, nor ever, I’m afraid, will I learn or understand just how interestingly Cecil’s job works, for his furrowed, focused face while he finds and fixes the problems in the clockworks is much more captivating, entertaining and fascinating than whatever his fingers are busying themselves with.”

💞 Have your F/O tell us about something they love about you that you don't like about yourself.

“Why, gladly! I’m afraid my little bug is self-conscious about some parts of him he should appreciate more.

“For example: his smile, and more specifically, his toothy grins. My darling keeps insisting that his teeth are ‘crooked, too small, unsalvageable and I don’t want to talk about it! ’. I, on the other hand, see his smile for what it is: a blessing. You’d think ‘ but Alastor, how do you, a damned soul, know what a blessing is like? ’; well, my dear, blind reader—because you would certainly recognise when you see one, don’t you agree? :)

“Another thing that ticks Cecil when looking in the mirror, I’ve noticed, is his tummy, alongside the shape of his body. For the first one, I fear the little bug cannot find its fat appreciable—and I must strongly disagree! I do not understand how he believes hugging a quite skinny man such as myself feels better than that beautifully soft body of his!

“As for his body shape—most of you might be aware of the fact that, when alive, my darling was born in the wrong body, and he was bound to put up with it until the day he arrived in hell. When they got here, I’ve been told, they were delighted to see they finally had the perfect body! Flat chest and unaltered, ahehm, nether regions, if you know what I mean. But as he got to catch his reflection in the mirror, he realised with horror that this body, too, had an hourglass shape!

“Seriously speaking, I fear my little bug sees this body type as too feminine for himself. I make sure to remind him whenever he needs that he is a truly comely fellow, and nobody thinks his body resembles that of a woman. Moreover, I always ensure he remembers how absolutely entertaining I find it to run my hands down his sides and all the way to his hips, just to get to see him tense up and shake under my touch evvvvery time, hmhmhm!”

💖 Have your F/O tell us about a hidden quality of yours they love.

“Ooh, a tricky question indeed. Cecil does have many hidden qualities, merely because he is too shy to show them off. A lovely quality itself, their humility. But if I had to pick one of the many, that would potentially be his singing voice, and his passion for music. I myself am fond of music, and admire his dedication when singing in the shower, hehe. I do enjoy myself listening to him playing out his little musicals.”

[spoops-screams]

| New year, new chances

Character(s): Malleus Draconia

TW: Anxiety, overthinking, mentions of mortality and immortality

Genre: Comfort

Notes: Gender neutral MC || I think I’m gonna make a new years comfort fic every year until the idea of time passing so quickly doesn’t scare me. That might never happen but I think it’s an interesting goal to work towards

Malleus had never felt the passage of time as strongly as regular people did. He thinks that maybe he had, once, when he was still a child who had so much he wanted to do and couldn’t quite grasp the concept of forever that was now such an integral part of who he was but he’s quite sure that he had felt the affects of time since he had started his studies to become the heir to Briar Valley’s throne. That was when the meaning of forever had really set in to him and he had never quite been able to let go since and doesn’t believe that letting it go would do him or anyone else any good.

But you can’t grasp that concept. Not to the same degree he can. You can’t imagine the possibility of living for millennia and seeing the world fall and be rebuilt over and over again but not can he imagine being afraid of the passage of time, the coming of a new year, as you sit with him in his dorm room, anxiously swinging your legs as you sat on the edge of his bed.

He didn’t know what to say as he often did when it can to mortal matters. He sat with you as you switched your phone on and off in a nervous manner, continuously checking the time as the seconds ticked by.

You were supposed to be at a party now, he recalled. One that your friends in the first year were throwing that Lilia, Sebek and Silver also found themselves attending; though his own invitation was not forgotten, he had politely turned it down when you had presented it to him but shook your head when asked whether you would be going. While he enjoyed your presence, coveted it even, he wasn’t quite sure of what to make of his feelings towards your panicked state when he couldn’t relate as well as one of your mortal friends may have been able to.

Green eyes narrow in concern as your expression remains unchanging but your body language speaks differently.

“Child of man?” He watches the way that your body jumps in surprise and you face him with an expression that looks like he’s just knocked you out of one of your daydreams and you aren’t quite sure where you are.

“Yeah? Sorry, Mal, I’m feeling a little out of it, I didn’t mean to spend so much of the time spacing out.” You’re quick to apologise but he gives you a shake of his head and a look of worry for you, quicker to reassure you.

“I do not mind that. Any time spent with you in any way is precious to me but it worries me to see you so out of sorts over the time and new year.” He peers down at you in concerned curiosity and you can’t help looking away in what feels to you is unnecessary shame.

“Sorry,” Your apology brings a small frown to your own face as you think in your head how to phrase the next part without apologising again. “It probably won’t be something you’re familiar with but I guess I just get a little scared thinking about how much time has passed. And it’s passed so quickly, I feel like I’m not doing enough or won’t have the time in the future to do the things I haven’t done.”

He feels that there’s something more that you want to say but doesn’t push. “Is that not why mortals attempt to ‘live their lives to the fullest’? So that they don’t have any regrets when they realise that time has passed,” He’s hyper aware now, for whatever reason, of avoiding to mention his own lack of mortality, as obvious as it is in how he points out your own. “I understand that the new year comes with the promise of doing more in the form of a New Year’s resolution correct?”

You nod your head, not quite understanding where he’s intending to go with what he’s saying.

“Do you have one already?”

To that, you shake your head, no.

“Then may I suggest one?” He takes your expectant silence as a confirmation. “In the new year, attempt to live your life in a way that you feel will leave you with no regrets of things you’ve missed out on or did not try. I will always be there to ensure that you come to no harm in whatever your endeavours.”

You look at him for a second, an unreadable expression on your face that makes Malleus wonder if he’s said something wrong before you flop back on the bed with a sigh that sounds half amused and half annoyed and rolling on to your front.

“Child of man?” This time he peers at you with curiosity - not that you see - but he takes your tired laugh as a sign that he has not upset you.

You push yourself up off of the bed and put your hands under your chin so that you were looking at the fae. There’s a gentle smirk on your face that Malleus is used to enough to know that whatever you may say next you mean to be taken without offence. “You know, when you say things like that, you really do sound like the future king of Briar Valley.”

He follows your lead and smirks, an eyebrow raised. “And do I not normally sound as such?”

“Of course you do, there’s just a little something extra there this time.” You smile at him like you’re sharing a secret - whether with him or with yourself he isn’t quite sure, but he smiles more genuinely despite himself.

“Then what of my advice?”

You smile at him, your anxiety not gone in its entirety but gone enough that roll back over and sit back up. “I’ll be more than happy to have that as my New Year’s resolution.“

You’re not nearly as scared as only minutes before when you year the most definitely dangerous fireworks that you’re absolutely certain were supplied by Lilia go off at Ramehackle. Perhaps just a little afraid for the state of your dorm.

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[voraciousvore]

Big Corp Inc. (4/43)

Chapter 4: A Friend?

Her first day had been strange and difficult, to say the least, but now Candy faced the unexpected challenge of getting home. The office seemed to be mostly empty, although Candy could hear the soft clacking of a computer keyboard from far away. She was determined to find the human elevator, for her own independence and, frankly, her sanity. She didn’t want to have to rely on others to get around if she could help it. 

The office was so ridiculously spacious, though, that despite her best efforts Candy grew tired. Her feet were hurting from her high heels, which were obviously not designed for walking long distances. Plus, it was getting late in the afternoon and she hadn’t eaten anything all day. She wasn’t used to meticulously planning her meals since on the small side of the city she could always buy food from a store or restaurant. Here, she didn’t have any food options. She probably wouldn’t even be able to carry Giant money. 

She wasn’t feeling well, so she sat down against a cubicle wall to rest her aching feet. She was tempted to take off her shoes and just give up. She needed to get home, but she didn’t know where to go, and she was still nervous about talking to Giants, so she was stuck, unable to move forward. Part of her felt like crying. She had finally gotten a job, but she was afraid she was already blowing it, messing everything up like she always did. She didn’t know if she’d be able to handle working with Giants, and dealing with a difficult Giant boss who was constantly coming on to her. The obstacles seemed impossible. She sniffled as a solitary tear rolled down her cheek. 

A Giant shoe slammed down next to her, startling her and making her cry out. She clamped her hands over her mouth when she realized she had drawn attention to herself. She looked far above her with wide, watery eyes to behold a colossal man staring down at her. He had short dark hair and stormy gray eyes. His prominent nose and lips were outlined with dark stubble that also ran along his chin. He was strongly built, with naturally burly arms and broad shoulders. Candy felt fear rise in her chest as she realized this Giant could easily squish her like a bug. 

However, there was no malice in his eyes. “Sorry about that, I didn’t know you were there,” he apologized in the full, deep voice Candy had learned to expect from Giants, with their prodigious lungs and larynxes. His brows furrowed with concern and his eyes squinted to better make out the tiny human far below on the floor. “Are you… alright?” 

Candy quickly wiped her face to get rid of her tears. “I’m fine,” she croaked hastily, jumping to her feet. “Just fine!” She tried to briskly walk away but tripped over her unwieldy shoes instead, falling to her hands and knees with a jolt. “Oh!” 

She suddenly had a pair of Giant hands gently encircling her, soft and warm. “Let me help you,” his voice rumbled, and she found herself rising up high into the air. She grabbed one of his fingers with fear at the dizzying height. She noticed right away, however, how gentle his hands and movements were, compared to the rougher movements of Mr. Hardon. Maybe he really could help her.

“Do… do you know where the human elevator is? Please, I can’t find it anywhere,” she pleaded. 

“Yes, I’ll show you,” he responded with a soft smile.  

Candy was relieved. “Oh, thank you!” The Giant carried her over to the opposite side of the office, which might as well have been on a different planet with how far away it was. 

“It’s over here,” he showed her. “To be honest, I would’ve never known about it, with how small it is, if not for the fact that my desk is right here.” He pointed to a cubicle directly adjacent to the human elevator. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone use it either.” He kneeled down to set Candy on the floor. Before he could lower his hand, her stomach audibly grumbled again. She folded her arms over her torso, embarrassed by the complaints of her noisy innards. 

“Oh, are you hungry?” the Giant asked plainly. 

“Um… yeah…” Candy confessed, unable to deny the truth with the obvious evidence. “I forgot to bring a lunch, so I haven’t eaten all day…” 

“Aw, you poor little thing,” the Giant sympathized. He gazed with his stormy gray irises over her small body, tucked into the dip of his huge hand. Candy felt pink rising in her cheeks at being looked at so closely, by such large eyes. She wasn’t used to the attention, and she had to admit she liked it, when it didn’t come from a creep like Mr. Hardon. “Did you just start working here? Is today your first day?” 

“Yeah,” Candy acknowledged, “It’s been a bit of an adventure, to say the least.” 

“Has anyone shown you around at all? Do you know where the break room is?” 

“No,” she answered. “And the boss wasn’t the most accommodating, unfortunately. He refused to tell me where the human elevator was at. It’s like he’s trying to make everything harder for me.” She huffed. It felt good to vent her frustrations to another person, even if he was a Giant. Something about this particular Giant made her feel less anxious, a bit more comfortable. She wasn’t entirely sure why. Perhaps it was his gentle handling or his pacific demeanor, or the fact that after an exhausting and trying day, he was the only one helping her. Either way, she felt safe and secure in his hand, which was an odd feeling considering his absurdly large size. 

The Giant sighed, producing a powerful gust of wind that could probably blow Candy away. “He’s horrid, that’s for sure. He didn’t… do anything to you, did he?” His eyes grew stormier and his eyebrows creased his forehead. 

“No, no, nothing bad,” Candy quickly reassured him, patting a fold of skin in his palm. His sudden intensity frightened her a little. Her belly interrupted with another groan and she gripped it with her hand. “S-sorry…” 

“Oh! Right! Food,” the Giant said. “I got sidetracked there.” He chauffeured his diminutive passenger in his enormous hand over to the break room. Other than the extraordinary scale of the furnishings, the break room was fairly typical, with lots of tables and chairs, a refrigerator, a microwave, a coffeemaker, and a counter with a sink. Two giant vending machines, one stocked with assorted snacks and the other with drinks, sat up against the wall. 

The Giant took Candy over to the counter, next to the sink. He pointed at a tube-like structure that extended to the floor. “You can use that capsule launcher there to get up on the counter. We have those scattered throughout the office. I’m not sure if you’ve used one before, but they should help you ascend vertical surfaces in the Giant office easier.” Now that Candy was closer, she could see there was a miniature kitchen area on the counter built for humans, with its own appliances and furnishings. No mini vending machines though. 

“Um… what would you like to eat? The vending machine only really has snacks, but there’s chips, cookies, crackers, candy bars…” As he rattled through the options, Candy wondered if Giant food would be too big and hard for her to eat. She was hungry enough to try though. 

“Crackers sound good… but… I don’t have any money, Giant or human,” Candy admitted, hanging her head with shame. 

“Don’t worry about it, I gotcha,” the Giant assured her warmly. He dug around in his pocket with his free hand for some spare coins and fed the machine. Candy couldn’t help but notice a single Giant coin was big enough that she could curl up in a little ball on the shiny surface. He retrieved a pack of gigantic crackers and unwrapped the plastic. Breaking off a crumb with his fingers, he handed her a piece and she eagerly crunched down on it. 

“I’m sorry that the only thing for you to eat here is snack food,” the Giant murmured as he gave her another chunk. “Would you like me to take you downstairs? I could get you home faster so you can eat a real meal.” Since Candy obviously wouldn’t be able to eat a full cracker by herself, much less the entire package, he put one of the crackers whole in his mouth and chomped it up. Candy swallowed her own mouthful with discomfort as the thought occurred to her that, just like that cracker, she was small enough to fit inside a Giant’s mouth. She hadn’t considered the potential danger of being eaten. 

She pushed the unsavory thought out of her mind. Obviously, a Giant wasn’t going to eat her; they weren’t savages. “I would appreciate that very much, thank you,” she assented. The Giant happily obliged, taking her into the elevator with him and out the building. He gave Candy another cracker crumb and munched on the remainder of the crackers as he went. Candy thought about how much time it would have taken her to traverse the distance, as opposed to how effortless it was for him. 

“Um… where do you want me to set you down?” the Giant inquired. Apparently, he wasn’t aware that the human railway was nearby. 

“Down there,” Candy indicated, pointing over the side of his hand. The Giant lowered his hand to the ground, carefully, and allowed her to step off on her own. She looked up at him and smiled timidly. She was suddenly struck with an uncharacteristic bout of shyness, and it wasn’t merely the result of his gargantuan stature. She wanted to say something more to him, but she wasn’t sure what, so she only squeaked, “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome,” he replied softly. He, too, seemed like he wanted to say more, but couldn’t find the words. He studied her for a long moment with those stormy eyes of his until he sensed the awkwardness of his own silence and shifted uncomfortably. “Well, um, I’ll see you around the office,” he said to break the tension and quickly stood up to his full, staggering height. Candy stared up at the towering figure with admiration. His footfalls shook the ground as he turned and left. Candy’s heart was pumping fast. 

Candy got into the next railcar with mechanical movements, not really paying attention to her surroundings. She realized, with how overwhelmed she had been in the moment, she had forgotten to ask the Giant his name. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt odd. Her day had been horrible overall, surely, and her workplace a hostile environment, but she wasn’t upset like she had been earlier, when she had started crying. She felt hopeful—elated, even. She just couldn’t understand it, but for some strange reason she was looking forward to coming in to work at her new job tomorrow. 

Chapter 5

First Chapter

[cherry-valentine]

Spring 2023 Anime Season

Here’s what I’m watching!

Dr. Stone Season 3 was probably the series I was most looking forward to. The basic setup is this: a mysterious green light spreads over the entire world, turning all human beings into stone. Thousands of years later, teenage genius Senku awakens from his stone prison and decides to save all of humanity, bringing them back to the modern scientific age in the process. Unlike most popular shounen series, the focus of the story is notably not on fighting, action, training, chasing a dream, or even “the power of friendship”. It’s very much centered on Senku and his allies rebuilding society, recreating important scientific inventions, exploring, etc. There is some action, even some fighting, but the long stretches without either manage to be entertaining and, at times, thrilling all the same. The show also makes a point of telling us that physical fighting ability is definitely not the only thing that determines how strong or useful a character is. Senku himself is physically rather weak, especially when compared to the characters who can fight. But he’s super intelligent. There are characters who are good at lots of various things and are considered strong and important even if they wouldn’t stand a chance in a fight. I feel like this sets the series apart from other anime that focus so strongly on power levels and such. This season’s plot focuses on the characters exploring an island with a different village of people living on it, ones who might hold the secret of the petrification beam that swept over the earth thousands of years ago. The animation is great. The male character designs are great. The female character designs… not so great. I’m just not crazy about how the mangaka draws women. They all have enormous eyes that are drawn way too far apart. It’s a strange visual. But that’s a minor complaint. The music is fantastic, with my favorite ending theme of the season. If you haven’t tried Dr. Stone yet, you owe it to yourself to fix that mistake.

Hell’s Paradise is a series I was very excited to try. I’ve had the first few volumes of the manga on my Amazon wishlist for like two years now but never went ahead and bought them. The story is about a mysterious island that’s said to hold the elixir of immortality, but no one has come back from it alive. A group of dangerous death row prisoners are offered pardons if they can go to the island, find the elixir, and return with it. They’re accompanied by members of a clan full of government executioners who are highly skilled with the sword. The main character is Gabimaru, a notorious ninja assassin who was betrayed by his village and just wants to make it home to his beloved wife. This simple desire to be with the woman he loves makes Gabimaru easy to root for. The secondary protagonist is Sagiri, the executioner assigned to Gabimaru, and she’s where my main problem with the series is most clear. In the first episode, Sagiri is a stoic, badass swordswoman who is unfazed by Gabimaru’s seeming immorality and is so skilled that he’s legitimately afraid of her. She was quickly shaping up to be one of my favorite characters of the season. But then episode two comes along, and suddenly Sagiri is weepy and frightened and being derided as weak by her peers. We also get several of these shots that are supposed to represent her fear but are just images of her naked body being clawed and groped. I’ve never seen a character get nerfed so fast. Episode three restores my faith in her. Episode four has her being weak again. And so on. It’s a bizarre roller coaster that creates a very uneven experience for viewers who were excited to have a badass heroine. There are other female characters, though most of them are also used for fanservice. As it currently stands, Sagiri is back to being badass, so who knows how this will turn out? Aside from that issue, the show is pretty good. The animation and design work are gorgeous. The opening theme is easily the best of the season. The creature/monster designs are unique and interesting. It’s definitely worth watching, but I still wish Sagiri’s character had been a bit more consistent.

Kimetsu no Yaiba Season 3 is, as I understand it, the second movie broken up into tv episodes the way the Mugen Train movie was done last season. I haven’t watched this movie so this is all new content for me. As usual for this series, the production values are sky high, with breathtaking animation and incredible music. I’ve said it many times before, but Kimetsu no Yaiba’s strength really is in its gorgeous presentation. The story isn’t bad by any means but it is fairly standard shounen fighting anime fare. But it’s not just the animation and music that elevate the show. The design work, for the characters as well as the various demons and weapons and settings, is fantastic. The fight choreography is top notch. It’s all the little details, it’s the voice acting, it’s the beautiful colors, it’s everything coming together to make this series so damn watchable. To explain what I mean, the first episode of this season was a double length episode, but I watched it and had no idea until I later skimmed the comments. It was double length and it still felt short. That’s how you know something is highly entertaining. High on my watch list.

My Home Hero is a compelling cat and mouse game. It follows Tetsuo, a seemingly average middle aged father who finds out his daughter is dating an abusive yakuza thug and decides to take matters into his own hands. He ends up killing the boyfriend, and the rest of the series is about his attempts to keep this fact hidden from both his daughter and the dangerous yakuza family that is searching for answers. What follows is a tense, thrilling roller coaster. Tetsuo is a kind and caring father who looks like an unassuming salaryman, but he has a ruthless, cunning side to him that comes out when he needs to protect his family. He’s physically weak but incredibly intelligent and armed with a lifetime of reading mystery books. His only true ally is his wife Kasen, who is just an absolute delight. She never questions Tetsuo’s motives and doesn’t even bat an eye when he tells her he killed someone to protect their daughter. She just rolls up her sleeves and gets to work on helping him dispose of the body. She proves to be a strong asset, as her creativity and fearless nature get them out of trouble several times. The way the couple works together as a team is honestly very heartwarming. Even if they’re working to cover up a murder. The show has one major flaw, however, and that’s the animation. While it’s definitely not the worst I’ve seen, it’s certainly not good. I’m assuming it had a low budget. But it says a lot about the quality of the writing that this is one of my favorite shows this season despite the subpar visuals. Highly recommended.

Skip to Loafer is a sweet and gentle palette cleanser after all the intense shows I’m watching throughout the week. It’s a high school slice of life series about a country girl named Mitsumi moving to Tokyo to go to a better school and meet new friends. Mitsumi is well meaning, smart, and ambitious, but she’s also easily distracted and a bit clumsy (not in the usual cutesy way, but in the accidentally puking on her teacher on the first day of school way). Her life could be summed up as one of those “expectation vs reality” memes, but a big part of her character arc is understanding that things not going according to plan is not necessarily a bad thing. The supporting cast is made up of interesting characters that manage to be unique without being exaggerated caricatures. Most important (narratively) among them is Shima, a handsome and popular young man who seems aloof and carefree, but of course there’s more to him than that. His relationship with Mitsumi is one of the main plot points of the series. It’s also worth noting that Mitsumi lives with her aunt Nao, who is a trans woman. From what I’ve read/heard, Nao has been well received and counts as positive representation. She’s a funny, cute, engaging character who is never reduced to a stereotype. The show overall has a calm, soothing feel to it, with pastel colors and peppy music. Recommended.

Best of Season:

Best New Series: My Home Hero

Best Opening Theme: Hell’s Paradise

Best Ending Theme: Dr. Stone

Best New Male Character: Tetsuo (My Home Hero)

Best New Female Character: Mitsumi (Skip to Loafer)

[variousqueerthings]

some one day later little things I feel + @mauvecardigans​ the stuff you wrote on the other post reblog 🥺 all of it made me have an emotion. which is rude, I’m already feeling at least one emotion off the back of yesterday, I’m not ready for more. I haven’t understood the first one yet (we’re as far as “I... sad”)

1. Potter just really had the feeling of a man saying goodbye to his kids – the amount he called Klinger “son,” just over and over again, and he was his best man! The way he teared up over Margaret (I hc she’s his secret favourite, not that the others aren’t great, and he loves them, but Margaret is such an over-eager try-hard perfectionist, and he’s met her father and she imprinted on Potter like a baby duckling who’s excellent at scheduling). The earnest way that Charles speaks of wishing to be able to emulate him, which I didn’t expect to hear him say at all. The salutes!!! -- which in tandem with rewatching s4 again, in the first episode of which he’s not sure about Klinger’s dresses and Klinger generally and Hawkeye talks him over, and he doesn’t want Hawkeye’s antics, but then very quickly becomes intensely charmed and understands almost immediately why the jokes are what they are, and those early episodes of everyone trying to impress him, etc. Especially to Margaret and Charles there was a feeling of how he was a better dad to them than their fathers could ever have been 

(Radar is just upsetting because his original father died when he was a baby and then Henry of course… and then his uncle before he comes home... it’s funny because I very much did think Radar left when he should have -- maybe even a little later than he should have, considering how he didn’t get much focus + was simplified a bit in his later seasons, but not having him here saying goodbye did somehow feel like there was someone missing -- and I do think Potter also filled some kind of a space for him that he’s had many mixed versions of at this point.)

2. I called this show Potter’s coda (from the perspective of how much life he’s already led) and since then it’s felt like I’m a dog that’s caught a scent or something. feels right. and the way he rides off one last time on Sophie. 

3. thinking once again about Hawkeye and Margaret’s goodbye. thinking eternally about their goodbye. it’s just... the journey those two have been on together and the deep, deep love and crucially respect that has come out of this experience for them. I do think those two are my favourite dynamic, and I’m glad to have gotten this after the later seasons didn’t show them as much together

4. mauvecardigans: “There’s something so chilling about knowing this entire group - a group of people that have meant so much to each other and been so integral to each other’s wellbeing - will never be together again, not really. Reunions will happen, but for one reason or another, the entire group will never be together.”

circling back, I think that may be what struck me about Radar not being there. it was like “oh they’re all saying goodbye, but wait, you all need to say goodbye!” (I feel that way more strongly with Radar than with Henry or Trapper I think because of distance and because Henry did say goodbye to everyone, while Trapper left suddenly of his own volition, rather than wait for Hawkeye -- I say “own volition” I get that the internal feelings of it, the fear that it might not be real or may be revoked, even leaving a kiss to Hawkeye, those are all things to think about, but like... he left as he left, and that was ultimately his choice, much like BJ TRIED TO DO THE SAME FUCKNDKFGKJLDSD

5. I AM STILL THINKING ABOUT BJ DOING THAT! It may seem like I’m yelling in anger, but no, I am yelling in narrative parallels and symbolic resonance and character study! I said that Hawkeye says “I’m never gonna shake you” (words to that effect, I’m still too afraid to actually watch the scene again) and they immediately went “I WISH I KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU!!!!”

6. mauvecardigans: “Sidney, love him to pieces, is an omen, a guide - his presence indicates an invisible pain, his exit reminds us healing, in spite of everything, is possible” yeah, yeah! love to see him arrive, need to see him go. I actually was reminded that I wrote something about Sidney back when I was watching s6 and I think a lot of it still fits, even as he didn’t have more POV episodes later on (and I think that was a good choice, leave him a little bit symbolic in his presence)

7. also I love that several people have told me that DOS left loretta his phone nr after years of her asking for it, in the front of the elizabeth barrett browning book, and I do choose to give that to charles as something he does for margaret (a sort of charles way of saying “stay in touch, despite the way I act like a feral stray cat sometimes”)

8. tragedy is still... something I’m sitting with. it takes a long time to percolate inside of me before words about tragic narratives can properly form

9. mauvecardigans “And yet they can never go home, either. A part of them will always be gathered at that spot in Korea, running litters and doing surgery until the end of the world” -- I know, I know, it’s a show, it’s fiction, and it’s there to be watched at whatever time one comes into it, but there’s something about how it’s so far behind these actors (and most of them have died) and how they’re such a big part of engaging with the show, even if so much of that is long in the past as well... as well as the feeling about the characters themselves as constantly restarting the process, as if by watching it again I’m winding them up again or something, rather than letting them rest... I feel far too involved in the narrative in some, strange way. 

never had that quite like this with anything, and you would’ve thought being raised on star trek and doctor who and tons of books written by authors who would go on to die as I harboured dreams of meeting them (sigh, I’m sure many of us have had that experience) I’d be less... idk. sensitive. to the past. but I’m really not. 

the older something is, the more it fundamentally changed something in the telling of stories, the more it feels very alive. can’t read myths without feeling like I’m talking to gods. but again, the difference is, these are all things I’ve known since I was a kid, so they were already in my bones. this is something I’m putting in there now and the process has me -- as I said right at the top of the post -- feeling at least one emotion

[hobbyist-hellscape]

mye’s media list, 1/23

last month, i made my first media list--a list of four-ish things i’d like to engage with in that month.

the items on that list were:

jojolion

hikaru ga shinda natsu

pride and prejudice

when the angels left the old country

for this month, i’ve decided to take on the following:

spy x family cour 2

princess jellyfish/kuragehime

when the angels left the old country

here’s what i thought about last month’s offerings, and then a rundown of this month’s list:

last month’s list

jojolion

i kind of understand why jjl isn’t as widely read as other parts of jojo: at least, i know what took me so long to read it. i was afraid of reading the last available part, because i didn’t want jojo to be ‘over.‘

i did work up the courage to read it, and i’m very glad that i did! it gave me the same thrill that the other parts have! it had the same creativity and deeply compelling emotional core as every other part, a fabulous reminder of why i love jojo in the first place.

though i understand why people haven’t read it, i’d really suggest that they do!

stan jobin.

hikaru ga shinda natsu

god, everything about this is so beautiful in such a unique way. i usually read manga pretty quickly--i’m still trying to cultivate patience--but i really found myself slowing down to take in the gorgeous art and the haunting storyline.

yoshiki is such a compelling protagonist and hikaru (or not-hikaru) is a truly charming love interest, and the underlying symbolism... the horror of growing up gay and approaching queer desire for the first time is portrayed so well here, and it resonated so strongly with me.

there are only a few chapters out as yet, but don’t let that stop you. run, don’t walk, to hikaru ga shinda natsu--and, of course, support the upcoming official release!

pride and prejudice

i will not lie. i did not finish pride and prejudice. i was in a mood for something more action-packed at the time i was reading it, and jojolion quickly consumed all of my attention.

additionally, i found myself thinking ‘i can get the same enrichment in less time by watching the 2005 film.‘

however: i enjoyed what i read of it. i loved austen’s wit so much. i also found it really interesting to observe the way that it was written--the rules of engagement vis a vis writing have really changed in the past 200 years.

not bad! just not what i needed at that time.

when the angels left the old country

i’m sure you’ve noticed that this is on my list for both december and january--this is because i didn’t make it. i didn’t touch it at all, i just didn’t have time.

my excitement to read this book is unchanged. it’s in my kindle library. it will happen.

this month’s list

princess jellyfish/kuragehime

a favorite anime from my teenage years, but the show doesn’t cover the whole story. since i’m getting back into reading manga, i think it’s finally time to see how princess jellyfish ends.

spy x family cour 2

i have a terrible habit of keeping myself from doing fun things. i feel like i have to earn it by being productive.

i enjoyed the hell out of the first cour of spy x family. it’s time to let myself have fun with the second cour.

let’s get going! and, of course, if you have any suggestions for things to include on future media lists, feel free to reach out! i’d love to hear from you!

thanks for listening!