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infinitydivine · 2 months ago

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PAC: Your Future Spouse has something to say

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Choose your pile intuitively. Take what resonates and leave the other things. If you think this reading is not for you then choose another pile. If still it doesn't resonate then this might not be your reading. There are Three Piles. You can also pick multiple piles too if you are drawn to them.

Hello Pile 1 (Idk why when I was writing for this pile, it felt like someone's future spouse possessed me and they could be a writer because the way they sounded in my head was so poetic)

"Okay- Imagine this: You're walking down a crowded street and suddenly you get this warm-warm feeling engulfing you. Like someone thinking of you, but in a really specific way. That's kind of what this feels like. I keep getting these flashes, these little nudges, like someone trying to get my attention. It's you, I think. Or, at least, the idea of you. (The Abyss from the Weekend&Lana Del Rey was playing in my head so it could mean something to you and I also saw 111)

Honestly, it's a bit awkward, like trying to talk to someone through a thick glass wall. I get these vague impressions: a laugh that sounds like sunshine, a way you tilt your head when you are thinking, a quiet strength that just radiates off you. I don't know your name, or what you look like, but I feel like I know you from somewhere??? Like deep down down I know you. It's like we have already had a million conversations in some other lifetime or timeline perhaps?

Sometimes I get this feeling like I am watching you (not in a creepy way tho haha I promise I am not a stalker). Watching you go through something tough, and I just want to hug you and say -it's going to be okay love. Or other time, I see you doing something completely ordinary like making coffee or reading a book, and I get this rush of...joy? It's weird. I am just looking forward to the day we actually bump into each other, the day the glass wall shatters and we can finally, you know, talk. I hope you're ready for a lot of clumpsy ( I know it's clumsy but I am leaving it like this because the word sounded just like this in my head lol)jokes and maybe a few awkward silences, because I am definitely going to be a nervous wreck. But I also know, deep down, that will be worth it."

With Love and Anticipation

Your Future Spouse

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Hello Pile 2 ( I guessed it right, this pile's future spouses have a lot of grounding and serious energies. Your FS's really poured their hearts out here)

Specific song- About You by The 1975

"Hey there. It feels like we are on parallel journeys, like we are both finding and figuring things out, and I keep getting this sense that our paths are about to merge. I am not about big, dramatic declarations, but I feel a real sense of calm when I think about you. Like finding a safe harbour after a long voyage.

I see you working hard, maybe dealing with some challenges and I want you to know you're not alone. I am not promising to solve your all problems but I'll be there to listen, to offer a steady hand and to remind you of your own strength. It's like, I see your potential, the quiet determination you have, and I want to help you nurture that.

I am drawn to your authenticity, and your willingness to be real. No masks, no games, just you. I appreciate that, I really do. I am looking for a partner, someone to build a life with, someone who understands that life isn't always sunshine and rainbows but we can face anything together. I am not looking for perfection but a genuine connection. I really don't care about looks either, I never understood why people fall for others' looks when looks can be so deceiving. I am ready to build something lasting with you, to create a home that is both supportive and loving. I look forward to the moments we will share, the quiet nights, the shared laughter, and the building of a strong foundation together".

With Love,

Your Future Spouse

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Hello Pile 3 (Your FSs were a lot more excited than the other piles lol, I even had goosebumps while writing and reading them again haha)

The song for you- Daylight by David Kushner

"Hey there! You've got this incredible spark, this energy that's just....contagious.It's like I can feel it from here, wherever you consider 'here'to be haha. I am getting these flashes of pure joy, of laughter that echoes and a sense of adventure that's just begging to be unleashed. (I somehow also saw an image of a black dog/cat?)

I feel like you are someone who really lives in the moment, who embraces life with open arms, and that's exactly what I'm looking for. I am drawn to your playful spirit, your willingness to try new things, and your ability to find the fun in everything. its like, with you, everyday would be an adventure (while typing this- we found love was playing in my head).

Also, I am not about settling into some predictable routine. I want to explore, to discover, to create memories that will last a lifetime. I am ready to dive into the unknown with you, to dance under the stars, and to chase after our wildest dreams. I feel like we'd be a dynamic duo, a force of nature, unstoppable together.

I am getting these strong feelings of creativity, and a need for freedom. I feel as if we would both give each other the space to grow as individuals, while also growing together. I look forward to the times that we can share our unique perspectives, and learn from each other. I am ready for a passionate, and exciting relationship, that will keep us both feeling alive. I just cant wait to meet you"

With Love and anticipation,

Your Future Spouse.

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Thank you and Love, Infinity

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mrs-meeks-martin · 4 months ago

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Happy Halloween P1

EthanLandry x Fem!Reader

warnings: inappropriate language, stalkerish behavior, implied crush, freakiness (no smut this part)

PART 2

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Ethan Landry, the hot, mysterious boy in the back of your class. You’ve noticed him, having to do some group projects with him once or twice, but you’ve never really paid attention to him otherwise.

When it came to you, he was the complete opposite.

It was like he analyzed your every move. Whenever you were somewhere, like a small little coffee shop on campus, he never failed to be there, watching you. From the shadows, of course. Not like you noticed him. He was always precautious when it came to things like that. Ethan tried to convince himself he wasn’t a stalker, that he was just making sure you were okay. He was only following you everywhere because he cared for your wellbeing, right?

So when you were handing out fliers to a Halloween party that Chad had practically begged you to go to, he took one without hesitation. He doesn’t even go to parties. He just wanted to have contact with your soft hands, the touch sending a jolt through his body that he hid well enough for you not to notice.

“I thought you didn’t go to parties.” You raise a brow at him, puffing out your lips in a pout.

“I don’t.” He replies back, mentally slapping himself in the face. Why would he even say that?

“So then why’re you going? I thought you were smarter than this, nerd.” You poke fun at him playfully, poking his shoulder as you giggle.

She’s touching me- She’s touching me. Even a simple poke was enough to get his heart skipping beats.“Hey, I am NOT a nerd!” He tries to retort back, which ends up being futile. His cheeks flush a light shade of pink, threatening to get darker at the teasing.

“Uh huh… Says the one that did all of the work on our group projects.”

He almost chuckles at that. The only reason he did all of that work was for you. Whenever someone else was working with him, he always made sure that they did their share. But you…

“You better have a killer costume, dork.” You walk away before he can say, “I will…”

A killer costume. He chuckled in his head. She definitely meant a ‘great’ costume, but… Maybe I’ll save myself a couple of bucks and go as Ghostface.

As more people start to file in the party, you wonder where Ethan is. Not that you care, or do you? You really don’t know. You scoop yourself a cup of probably spiked punch and make it to the living area. Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone in a Ghostface costume waltz in the party. It’s not the first time someone has done that, but it always seems to give you a strange feeling in your gut.

“Hey, y/n.” Ethan removes his mask and smiles, flashing his pearly whites. He looks you up and down, surveying your costume. You were going for a Harley Quinn look with the cute cropped 3 color-way tee and those short ass shorts paired with the iconic fishnets. Ethan tries his best not to ogle you, but at the end of the day, he’s an adult trapped in a horny teenagers body.

Thank goodness, you say in your head. “When I said a ‘killer costume’ I didn’t actually mean a real killer, dork.” You facepalm, and it makes his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“So you don’t like the costume?” Ethan frowns. I probably shouldn’t have skimped out and just bought some lame outfit from Party City-

Before he can finish his thought, you cut back in and say, “I think it’s pretty cool, It’s hella creepy, though.”

As you finish your sentence, Chad just so happens to see you in the teeming crowd of people and walk over to you.

“Hey, guess who made it!” Chad puts a hand on your shoulder, shaking it hard.

“Hey, Chad! Been a while.” You smile, turning around to hug him. The action makes Ethan clench his jaw. Even though he knew you and Chad were inseparable, (friends wise) that didn’t stop him from feeling a tinge of jealousy. However, that all melted away when his eyes drifted down to those shorts. The same shorts that gave him a wonderful view of your-

“Hello? Ethan?” You snap in his face, tilting your head a bit. “Earth to-”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” He gives you a strained smile, trying to ignore the heat pooling in his groin. Great. Just great, he thinks, wanting to bang his head against the wall.

You take a drink of your punch as Chad looks at both of you and raises a brow. “Yeah, I sense some serious sexual tension here, so I’m just gonna-” That makes you spit your drink out, some of the liquid coming from your nose.

“I beg your utmost, finest pardon?” You look at Chad with wide eyes and then turn your head to look at Ethan, and you notice how red he is.

“Yeah… That’s my queue.” Chad begins to back away, giving a slow nod to you as he does those stupid hand motions.

Take me with you.. Ethan thinks, not being able to handle the embarrassment.

“Ignore him, He’s probably already drunk, spouting nonsense and whatnot.” You smile awkwardly, trying to avert the attention from what just happened.

“Yeah, yeah-” He nods quickly, trying to also avoid conversing about the topic.

“So uh…” Chad realllyyy wasn’t lying. The tension in the air was so thick you could probably cut it with a knife. You broke the awkward silence, trying not to sound corny. “I’m bored as fuck. See, this is why I don’t go to parties anymore.”

“You should leave with me.” Ethan says in a low voice, mustering up all of his courage.

CLIFFHANGER

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everythingspokenfor · 3 months ago

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Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Summary: Maybe you should have just asked him for help in the gym, rather that watching him from afar...

He can feel you eyes on him, at this point it's too obvious that you are oogling him, anyone can notice it. He is so sure now that you do stare at him, and that it's not a hallucinations his egoistic brain he is self aware came up with.

Tho, he'd appreciate if you just came up to him and asked for an autograph or maybe even a picture, but with the way things have been, he is starting to doubt whether you are a fan or a crazy stalker.

You joined the gym 2 months ago, initially minding your business, fumbling around equipments, form kind of shitty, technique somewhat concerning but alas there are gym instructors for this exact reason, not thinking much of it, he went on with his workout.

Initially, he did find you cute, would occasionally glance your way as you tried to navigate through the gym, almost giving away his own stalking tendencies, when he almost sprinted to help you, already having noticed your clumsiness.

It all changed when he started to notice you lingering around him, at some point in his workout he could see you stare at him, once he finishes you would work on the same equipment, albeit with lesser weights.

So, not only were you a creepy stalker, you were a freak too. He understands why heroes need security too, fans do sometimes loose themselves when it comes to their favourite heroes.

Rationally, you weren't causing him any harm, so he let it be. But, now it's getting out of hand, you stare at him throughout the workout, eyes only leaving his frame once he enters the men's locker room. He assumes that'll change soon with the way things have been, you'll find a way to watch him in there as well. Creeps always do.

He can't really complain to the Ryo, the gym owner, he is close to you. Bakugou had tried to enquire about you the 1st week you were here. But all he got was, that you were Ryo's junior from college, had shifted to Musutafu, joined the gym mostly because it allowed you to meet few people you already knew, plus you wanted to start working out.

Not was exactly skeptical about you, Bakugou was still suspicious, from what he had gathered, you liked to stare at him, looking keenly at him, and workout on the same equipment as him, although you did really copy his entire routine, your entire workout was still 30% of what he did, which as still alot considering that's all you did.

At one point, he got too irritated, finally sick and tired of you blatantly stalking him, he decided to confront you, actively looking for opportunities to corner you and ask what exactly is your issue.

Ryo hadn't come to the gym today, which meant he could have a little chat with you, without causing a scene. You were standing by the weights, exactly where Bakugou was before he went to a different equipment.

He comes to stand next to you, looking directly at your head, because once he started approaching, you looked down immediately refusing to lock eyes with him, embarassed to be caught idly standing in the gym.

"Can I help you?" You mutter, lifting your head, finally looking at him, the height difference made him appear more intimidating, he looked mad for some reason.

He pressed his lips together, as he glared down at you, "Yeah, stop being a fuckin' creep." He whispered, voice filled with threat, arms crossed with one hand pointing an accusatory finger at you. He breathed deeply, trying not to yell curses at you, expose your creepy behaviour to the entire gym.

"Sorry, what?" You gasp out, eyes narrowing, face scrunched up as you glared at him.

The audacity. He thought, why the fuck are you acting like he is the wrong one.

"Think I am stupid, I see you starin' at me, even using the machine I used, noticed how you barely even wait before getting on 'em after me." He moves in closer, sizing you up. "All you do is follow me 'round." Grunting in your direction, tightening his jaw, "Thought you were a fan but now it's fuckin' creepy."

"I watch your form." You blurt out, suddenly embarassed that your attempt at fixing your form, made you seem like a creep.

"Ryo, said to ask you for help, but I didn't want to bother," you lift your head to look at him, eyes twitching as you regretted your decision,"observing your form was good enough."

You let out a breath, realising your decision to not ask for help kind off came back to bite you in the ass. "Listen, I am sorry for coming across as a creep, but you could have approached this confrontation with lesser self obsession." May be that was a bit harsh, but if you were being honest, he had it coming.

He stared at you dumbfounded, lips parting to say something before he closes his mouth, not really sure what to say, now that his thinks about it, you did have difficulty with equipments and Rio did mention about starting the gym recently. Although your method to learn was odd, at the end of the day you didn't do anything wrong, and now he felt like an idiot.

"So-"

"It's alright, I don't wanna discuss this anymore", you cut him off, "we go back to working out and pretend this never happened."

You barely let him utter another word, already shuffling away to the changing rooms, he stares at the closed door, wondering how to go about now.

He should be happy right now, his gym experience should be back to peaceful without any peering eyes, but for some reason he feels uneasy.

You don't show up to the gym the next day, or the day after, and soon it's a 2 whole weeks since had seen you. He initial curiosity is now outweighed by his concerns, he knows he shouldn't enquire about you, especially considering the high chance you already told Ryo about the incident.

"Oi, Ryo, has yer' junior quit the gym?" He questioned Ryo, his features easy going like the answer to his question doesn't bother him, but his posture stiff, a tell tale sign of his genuine concern.

"Why? You miss her?" Ryo wiggles his eyebrows, elbow coming to playfully jab Bakugou's rib, "She just changed the timing of her gym," He does clarify, after he is done tormenting Bakugou, he is just glad you didn't tell Ryo about the conversation that day.

It's a lot later than his usual time, for a moment he wonders if you intentionally chose late evenings so there wouldn't be any chance of you running into him. But he needs to talk to you, set few things straight, apologise for his behaviour.

So, here he is, outside the gym, waiting for you to come out, fucking hypocrite he thinks to himself, he is the one acting like a creep right now, figuring out the time you got done, showing up a hour before, hands holding homemade katsudon, specifically choosing the day he knew Ryo wouldn't be available.

He watches you leave the gym, a large cross body bag hung on your shoulder, you are amidst of detangling your earphones when you hear a loud call od your name, turning around you find, Bakugou, the guy you allegedly stalked.

"What is it now? Do I have to change the gym?" Already assuming that somehow he had come to harass you again.

"That's not wha- nevermind, I am here to apologise." He didn't want to argue especially since he was here to apologise.

Your eyes widened, lips parting like you had seen ghost, did the prospect of him apologising really that foreign to you, "You okay, did you hit your head at the gym today?" You queried, faux concern painted on your features.

"Really funny." He deadpanned, he moved to stand in front of you, letting out a breath he looks back at you,"I did want to apologise, whatever I assumed was wrong and I should have handled it better."

His apology seemed rehearsed, in a way that it seemed almost endearing, like he stood in front of a mirror and practised it he did. You weren't really mad at him, you knew he wasn't at complete fault you messed up too not that you'll admit it.

"7/10." You breath out after a moment of staring at him, cheeky smile spreading on your face, he looks at you incredulously, before a grin paints his lips as well, "It's atleast an 8." He breaths out, finally joking around.

"So, that's it, I suppose." He rubs the back of his head, not really having planned what would he say afterwards.

"I could make it a 10 if I can help you with your form?" He mutters, eyes skeptical, hoping you'd allow him the second chance. He is staring at you, trying to gauge your response, based of your body language.

"Promise you won't accuse me of being a creep again?" You joked, willing to start over for the second time.

"Promise."

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strang3lov3 · 18 days ago

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Implication

Dennis laughs loudly, awkwardly. “No, I am not gonna hurt you!” he chuckles, his voice a little higher now. “Why would I want to hurt you? I mean, I could. I could. Anyone could, really. But that’s just - well, that’s just human nature, right, honey?”

Tags - dubcon/noncon, implication that things might go wrong for you if you don’t have sex with dennis, soft slasher!dennis /stalker!dennis? implied roofies, unprotected piv, fingering, cunnillingus, dennis typical sexism, threats of violence, dennis and his tools, implied age gap, both characters are adults. 4.2k words A/N - for the dennisfuckers ♡ I know Dennis is a loser who sucks at sex, but if I’m gonna write Roman Roy, another canonical loser who sucks at sex to be a fuckgod, I’m gonna do the same to Dennis. I am shamelessly attracted to Glenn Howerton and I need him to do evil, evil things to me. Also, thanks for everything these past few days, with my blog. I love you guys ♡

You really should’ve gotten that headlight fixed.

In the endless dark, with rain violently pounding on your windshield, you can’t see much of anything. Your wipers are moving as quickly as they can on their fastest setting, but the endless stream of rain keeps them from really being effective at all. It’s useless, with everything swallowed up by shadow and storm.

You’re really not one to drive through bad conditions. It’s just not worth it to you to take risks like this, so you slow down and ease your car to the side of the road, watching as the rain drums so loudly against it. You send a quick text to your friend, letting her know where you’re at and what’s going on, then turn on your hazards.

It’s been raining a lot like this lately. But it’s April, so it figures, though it doesn’t help. It feels so…claustrophobic to be stuck in the rain like this, in the dark. You can barely see what’s in front of you. You can’t even hear your own thoughts. If you think too hard about it, it feels like it’s closing in on you. You’re staying calm.

But the downpour does slow, eventually. When the rain has slowed enough to be safe to leave, you put your car into drive and press on the gas, though you don’t move - the wheels just spin. You open your car door to check and yep - mud. You pulled off just enough to get caught in a patch of slick, cloying, slippery mud. And now you’re fucking stuck.

Great.

You’re about to Google a tow company to call when two lights appear in your rearview mirror, inching too close to your car. You’re on edge immediately, watching as the driver gets out and approaches you. The driver is a man, no taller than six feet. He walks with an umbrella in hand, then taps on your window. You roll it down just a few cautious inches.

“Hey - hey there. Just checking to make sure everything’s okay.”

You tap your overhead light, then squint at the man. He’s not in a uniform and he doesn’t have a badge, which makes you feel nervous. He’s just some guy.

“Everything’s fine,” you say, smiling politely but remaining distant.

The man - you’ll know him soon - looks around, noting your muddy wheels. “Doesn’t look fine,” he laughs, eyes twinkling at you. Even in the low light, you can see that they’re piercingly blue. The stranger is handsome, with his curly hair and sharp jawline. He wears a navy flannel, rolled up to his forearms. Veins spidering down to his hands. He’s maybe in his mid-forties.

“No, yeah. It’s fine, just - my car’s stuck, that’s all.” You smile kindly. The man smiles back at you.

“Is there anyone coming to get you?”

“Um,” you hum, checking your phone’s screen to see no text back from your friend. “Not yet. I was about to call–”

“Oh, don’t call. Yeah, don’t call.” The man laughs awkwardly, shifting on his feet. He seems a little nervous. Maybe not nervous, but…edged? Amped, even? ��C’mon, look. Let me give you a ride, okay? The rain’s about to pick up again and—”

You cut him off with a wave of your hand. “No thank you, I’m gonna call my friend. I appreciate it anyway, sir.”

The man looks stunned when you interrupt him, when you go so far as to take out your phone in front of him. Already he thinks you’re a fucking bitch. A man is speaking to you. He hates the way you keep your window rolled only a quarter of the way down, fucking open it. He touches the glass and rests his fingers on the rounded edge of the window, wiggling them, itching…

His jaw ticks and his nostrils flare as he finds his composure. A deep breath in, and a deep breath out.

“You’re not gonna get a signal out here. It’s a total dead zone,” the man says, watching as you scroll through your phone’s contact list.

“Thank you, but—”

The man interrupts next. “Go on, look. Look.” He uses a finger to gesture toward your screen, where a little SOS sign sits in place of the usual bars that indicate your phone’s connection. Stray rain drops splash onto your skin. “See?”

He’s right, unfortunately. When you check your messages, you see the text you sent earlier to your friend still hasn't been delivered. He swallows thickly, then speaks again,“And you’re very low on gas, too,” he adds, wiggling his finger toward your gauge cluster. “And that’s not great, considering.”

And he’s right about that, also. You didn’t notice you were close to empty, but you really don’t like that he did. You swallow nervously as you shut off your phone, heart beginning to beat a little harder. You feel a little sick inside about this. He’s just rubbing you the wrong way.

“Why don’t you just come with me, yeah? It’s really—really no problem.”

“I really appreciate it, but I don’t know you, sir,” you tell him, and that should end it.

But of course, it doesn’t. It is smart, though. Very smart. He expects responses like this from young women like you. As he gets older, you girls get smarter. You’re not quite as…willing as you used to be. Not so compliant. It used to be that he could just tell you to come with and you would. But women nowadays, with your fucking safety classes and whatever. You’ve got no problem telling men like him when you don’t feel safe. Such bullshit.

“Oh, come on. Yes you do. You know me!” he says, smiling so big, whitened teeth on display. “It’s me, Dennis! From the other week? Paddy’s Pub, I was your bartender.”

You stare at Dennis blankly, then shake your head slowly. “No, I don’t think I do.”

“No, no, see. You’re misremembering or something, sweetheart. Maybe in the dark you don’t recognize my face but just…come on. We’re really not far from your place at all, right?” Dennis rattles off your address then. “Short drive, right?”

Your stomach drops then, and your gut begins to really churn. “You, uh…you know where I live?” you ask, feeling your palm perspire against the steering wheel.

The man, Dennis, tilts his head, those blue eyes narrowed as he smirks at you. “Well, of course I do. I took you home when you were too drunk to drive, remember? God, you were a mess.”

You most certainly do not remember. You never, never drink to the point of being blackout. You stare at Dennis, trying so hard to place him. He does have a familiar face, or maybe it’s just that he’s handsome. Paddy’s, Paddy’s…

…it’s ringing a bell now. You remember some shitty, dingy bar, filled with strange people. Stopping inside to pee, maybe. Maybe having a drink? Yeah, maybe. You remember something tasting bitter…

The rain starts to pound harder on your windshield, startling you. Dennis waits impatiently, now with his hand on your car’s door handle. “I made sure you got inside,” he adds, “You said I was sweet.” He smiles at you in such a kind and disarming sort of way, though it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“So come on. Just a - just a quick ten minute drive, right?”

You pause, tapping your fingers along your steering wheel as you contemplate. You have that sticky, nagging, ugly feeling inside, but maybe it’s nothing.

It’s nothing. It’s probably nothing. How many times have you worried yourself sick only to be completely wrong about whatever you thought was wrong, right? Countless. And Dennis, he’s charming. He looks, you know - clean…and gentlemanly.

Your windows roll up with a soft whir, startling Dennis as he quickly jerks his hand away. He opens your door for you, holding the umbrella over you as he takes your hand and helps you out of your car. He walks you quickly to his, a dark green Range Rover, and ushers you into your seat, then slams your door shut. Dennis quickly rounds the front of the vehicle and then joins you.

He runs a hand through his wet curls, mumbling, “Okay, okay. Perfect. You’re there, good, good…” He adjusts his rearview mirror, quickly tilting it down to get a look at the tools he keeps in the back of his car. All the seats are down, good. There’s his blanket back there - Dennis eyes you quickly, sizing you up in his mind. You’d fit, all wrapped up in the fabric. If it got to that point.

A beat passes then, and he takes off in the Rover. You watch your car in the side mirror, how it disappears into the dark and the rain as Dennis drives away. He touches his hair again nervously, throwing you a sideways glance. “So you really don’t remember me?” he asks, voice chipper and forced/

You shake your head. “I don’t. But…you said you were my bartender?” you ask, studying his face. He has a handsome profile, a sharp nose.

“Yeah,” Dennis answers. “Made you a cocktail.”

You try so hard to place him. That face, that voice. “What was it?”

“Oh, it was a…Moscow mule, if I remember correctly.”

You nod slowly, rolling his answer around in your mind. It is something you’d drink, after all. “Okay. Um, what was in it, exactly?” you press.

“Ginger beer, vodka. Lime. The usual,” he rattles off. Rohypnol. “Ice. I know how to make a Moscow mule, if that’s what you’re asking. Been bartending since you were in diapers, sweetheart,” he jokes, clutching the wheel a little tighter.

“Was any ingredient like, I don’t know. Expired, maybe?” You hope your tone sounds casual still.

“Alcohol doesn’t expire,” he says flatly. “Why?”

“And it was only the one?”

Dennis nods. “Yep. Just the one,” he confirms. “It was a normal drink, babe. I could make you another if you wanna go b–”

“Actually, you can turn up here–” you interrupt, pointing at a familiar road sign.

“I know where to fucking turn,” Dennis snaps before you finish. In the silence, he shakes himself out of it quickly, then apologizes, voice a little softer now. “Sorry, god. I just know where to turn, is all. You…just relax, okay? That road’s closed.” Dennis turns the AC on cold and blasts it. He needs to cool off.

You’re really starting to feel sick now, because you know that’s a lie. Dennis drives past the next road too, and the next one. You’re on the endless, winding road for a long time, now thinking about that one episode of The Sopranos. Sil had Adriana in the car. And the road never seemed to end.

Fuck, what do you even do here? If he…if he locked you in the trunk you’d at least be able to knock a tail light out and wave your hand, maybe scream for help. But who’s around on this road? You look at the floor, the dashboard, anywhere in the car to find…anything. You clutch your car keys - dammit. You were given a pepper spray keychain that’s nowhere to be found. It had fallen off a while back and you never replaced it. Stupid, stupid, stupid…

Dennis keeps looking at you. Not just your face, but your body, too. Your nipples are hard, peeking through your shirt. No bra, hm? The image sends a rush of arousal through his body, cock twitching in his jeans as his eyes linger too long. “Are you cold?” he asks.

“A-a little,” you murmur.

You flinch when Dennis reaches for a knob on the dashboard. His hand is so big, so veiny. Strong. With his sleeves rolled up, you can see the muscles twitching in his forearms. How easy it’d be for him to–

“What, did I spook ya?” Dennis smirks.

Your mouth is dry as sandpaper as you search for a way to answer him. And how awful that feels. Like being picked on in class when you don’t know the answer or you weren’t paying attention.

“I think I did. But you seem nervous, sweetheart, not really…spooked. Maybe - maybe you’re scared?” Dennis chuckles quietly, keeping his eyes on the road, acting like he’s not rock hard from your anxiety. He grips the steering wheel tighter, skin stretched out thin over his knuckles. “What, am I - am I scaring you or something? Are you scared of me?”

You force out an awkward laugh, feeling around or the car’s door handle. Dennis notices this. His lips twitch and he exhales, shaking his head a little. “You’re scared or you’re not, honey. Can’t be both.”

“I’m uh - honestly, I am a little scared, yes.”

Dennis clicks his tongue. Not disappointed, but not surprised. Like he expected that answer, or maybe…maybe he even hoped for it. “Mm. I mean, that makes sense, though. The right setting can make anyone feel…well, vulnerable.” Dennis throws you a sideways look, eyes tired and dead as he does his best to smile warmly. The mask is slipping. It always does around this point. “And in a storm, well. That’ll do it, huh?”

A flicker of lightning and a booming clap of thunder has you jumping hard enough to make the seat belt lock against you. “No, it’s good that this happened,” Dennis continues. “I’ve been following you around, you know - in a good way, of course. And I knew there was something wrong with your tires. They’re bald, so - so that’s why they’re spinning in the mud back there. And I recognized your license plates.”

“How did you–”

“Don’t worry about it.” There’s another bolt of lightning, long and windy and spindling, lighting up the sky. “God, how about this weather? You’re lucky that I found you tonight. Wouldn’t wanna - wouldn’t wanna leave you stranded out there in the thunder and the lightning.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, watching the speedometer’s needle rise and fall, heart pounding so hard you can feel it behind your ribs and in your throat. Your voice is starting to wobble, too.

“I love storms like these, honestly. We’re out in the middle of this quiet road. Nobody could see us, or hear - hear much of anything, really.”

His words hang heavily in the air as he waits for you to speak, tilting his head. “Right?”

Your throat feels dry. “...Right…”

Dennis grins. “You know, I think we should pull over,” he says, checking the rear view and side mirrors of the car. “Yeah. Yeah, we should pull over. Before something…happens. The rain…”

His fingers flex against the wheel, and you swallow hard as Dennis applies the brakes, and the car starts to slow. He knows where he’s going, like he’s done this before. You can make out two parallel lines in the grass, worn deeply down to dirt. He has done this before.

“Where are we going?” you ask. Dennis doesn’t answer. You try again, and he still ignores you. “Are you–” you swallow hard, “Are you gonna hurt me?”

Dennis puts the car into park, then exhales heavily and unclicks his seatbelt. He turns to you, eyes all dark and lidded. “I am going to fuck you,” he tells you, unblinking. “I mean, I would like to. I want to fuck you. You’re very beautiful, you know. Very clean.”

Desperately, you pull on the door handle, though it doesn’t open. “Been meaning to get that fixed,” Dennis lies softly, watching you desperately search for a way out of this. What can you do, though? He’s thought this through. He’s so practiced, perfected his craft.

“And you’re not going to say no, are you?” he adds, taking in your terrified expression. “No, of course not. Because - I mean, look around, right? All these woods. Do you think you know your way out?” he asks.

“I’d follow the tire tracks,” you whisper.

Dennis laughs. “Oh, sure. But with what lighting?” He sniffles then, and twists his neck to crack it.

This is usually the part where girls like you start to scream. Not all, though. Some freeze up and go quiet, and that’s nice too.

“Do you think anyone would hear you?” Dennis asks. “You know, if you screamed? Because I don’t think they would.”

You stammer some incoherent answer, voice so wobbly and terrified. Dennis opens his window and yells then, screaming as loud as he can. When he’s done, he smiles calmly and shrugs. Your ears are ringing. “See?”

You jump when Dennis reaches for your seatbelt and unclicks it. “So with all of that in mind, why don’t you head back there?” Dennis nods toward the back of his car. “And take your clothes off, hm?” he adds, touching your thigh, feeling the fabric damp from the rain. “You’re all wet. That can’t be comfortable.”

Dennis licks his lips, watching you tremble as you slide out of your seat and crawl into the back. Only one bulb lights up when he presses the dome light, and tilts his rearview mirror to get a nice look at you as you slowly peel off your clothes. “All of them,” he reminds you. “Underwear too.”

“You know,” Dennis says, meeting your eyes through the mirror. “I think this is romantic. The storm, the trees…it’s kind of nice, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” you whisper. “It’s very romantic. Um - I really, I like the woods,” you tell him nervously, voice shaking. “My dad and I used to go on h-hikes in the woods, and bike rides. He named me after–”

Dennis chuckles. Humanizing yourself. Smart. He grunts then, swinging his body around the driver’s seat to meet you in the back. He looks like an animal as he crawls toward you, sitting on his heels as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing a toned chest, his hair neatly trimmed. His body is slightly muscular, and so fucking attractive for as awful as he is. Isn’t that just something. And he’s got a pretty cock, even at half-mast. Long, a little on the slender side, with a perfectly pink tip. Trimmed, just like his chest is.

You look around yourself, seeing a plethora of items he keeps back here. There’s duct tape, rope, a case full of what you can assume are a variety of blades. Very Dexter of him. Your breaths turn short as your heart pounds loudly in your ears. Is he gonna cover the car in plastic wrap, too?

“Don’t - don’t look at that shit. It’s nothing, alright? Just lay.” Dennis says with a wave of his hand. “Lay on your back,” he repeats impatiently.

When you do, Dennis pulls you back by your hips. You gasp at the feeling of his strong hands on your body, angrily grabbing at your flesh. He spreads your legs wide and pushes your knees toward your chest, your cunt now on display for him. You hiss when he drags two of his long fingers up and down your seam. Dennis clicks his tongue, “You always this fucking dry?”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer. Instead, he spits onto your clit and watches his saliva drip down, lips twitching. Dennis dips his head lower then, and licks you from bottom to top, humming at the way you taste. Somehow, girls like you always taste better when you’re scared.

He kisses you a little, then begins lapping at your cunt, savoring all of that sensitive flesh, where you’re growing wetter just for him. There’s no art to it, no special technique beyond simply using his tongue to get you wet enough to fuck. And not only that, but he eats you for himself and his pleasure, not yours.

Dennis adjusts and pushes his ring and middle fingers into you, curling them repeatedly. God, he loves this. Being inside a person this way. Feeling the heat of their warm, wet guts. It’s beyond satisfying to him. He growls against your cunt, sending vibrations through your core. Scruffy cheeks and jaw scratching your inner thighs.

You find yourself rocking against his tongue - when’d that happen? Dennis snaps his fingers and points at you with the hand wrapped around your thigh, “Sit still,” he commands, then continues licking you. “Sorry, just - I need to do this my way. Okay? You’re fucking with my rhythm when you do that shit.”

“Okay,” you whisper. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh, of course not,” Dennis mumbles in between kissing you. He licks you a little more, then sucks your clit between his lips and teases you that way. It makes you shake and tense up, then Dennis releases you with a chuckle.

He pulls back and rests against the door of the Range rover, eyes half-lidded and heavy as he lazily pumps his cock, head tilted. Dennis pats his thigh twice, urging you to come straddle him.

You crawl over, putting your hands on his broad shoulders as you hover above him. From this position, you can get a closer look at every one of his tools - maybe you can even grab one. You measure the distance in your mind, considering the move you’d have to make. “Hey, what did I fucking tell you?” Dennis snaps, reaching for your jaw to pull your attention back to him.

“I was just looking for condoms. Don’t you have condoms in here?”

Dennis laughs, putting one of his hands on your hip, and with the other, lines his cock up with your entrance. He notches the head inside you quickly, then pulls you down, bottoming out with a moan. “Oh, you’re cute,” he says. You whimper at the stretch, squirming away from him and the way his cock bruises your cervix. “No, I don’t use condoms, babe. Gonna have to take my load.”

Dennis palms your ass cheeks, slowly moving you up and down his length. “Birth control is a woman’s problem, anyway. I hope you’re on the pill. It’s just…well, irresponsible not to be. Anything could happen to you,” he says.

He thrusts up into you, guiding your hips to match his pace until Dennis has found something that works for him. Him, not you. If it were up to you, you’d slow it down a little more, have him roll his hips. But this isn’t about you, is it?

“Touch me,” Dennis rasps as you ride him. You slide your hands up his neck and touch his jaw, where Dennis then sucks on your thumb. He could bite you. He could.

He notices your eyes are closed. Bitch. You should be so lucky to be in his presence, fucking look at him. “No, no, no. Eyes open. Yeah, look at me. Look at Daddy,” he tells you, forcing you to stare into his eyes. “You’re very pretty, aren’t you? Not the prettiest I’ve ever seen, but…close.” You should thank him, he thinks. You mumble out a moan that could be interpreted as such.

Dennis fucks you from beneath, his once measured thrusts turning a little sloppy now as he pushes himself into you over and over again. He’s so warm, with beads of sweat rolling down his temples and neck, pooling at the dip between his collarbones.

He’s annoyed at how quiet you are. “Louder, sweetheart. I said louder. I need to hear you, right?”

Dennis smiles when you moan for him, too deluded to hear how fake it is. Or - is it? Maybe not. Could be real, could be a vocalization of your fear. Of your upset. He licks his fingertips and wriggles them between your bodies, searching for your swollen clit. He rubs it in circles as you fuck yourself on his dick, coaxing along your orgasm.

And he recognizes the way you try to stave it off. You dread your release - they always do. But it has to happen. “Hey, hey - c’mere and listen for a second. No, don’t stop. We’re not done here,” he pants. “You need to cum for me. And if you do not cum for me, I am going to hurt you. Okay? And I mean it - I will hurt you, with - with all of my tools in here. Okay?”

Dennis watches your brows knit together in worry, your bottom lip wobbling a little.

“Shit, sorry. I mean - I don’t want to, of course. Yeah, I don’t - don’t want that at all, do I? I know you certainly don’t.”

“No,” you whisper. “I don’t.”

“So do the smart thing and fucking cum,” Dennis says.

The threat works almost immediately. You change the rhythm, fucking yourself on his cock in a way you find most pleasureable. His tip reaches all those places inside you that you can never seem to find on your own, and kisses against your cervix just how you like it. With the pressure of his fingers on your clit, you cum on Dennis’ cock in seconds, whimpering his name.

With the rapid pulsing of your cunt around his cock, Dennis cums too. He blushes the most delicate shade of pink and moans your name loudly, clutching you against his chest as he spills into you, rope after rope of his spend.

When he’s done, he settles against the car door once more and smiles, all self-satisfied and sleepy and blissed out. It’s so eerily quiet, save for the sounds of your shared breaths. “Sounds like the storm blew right past us” he laughs. “Well, let’s get you home.”

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hypcn · 25 days ago

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guess. | lhs

| warnings ⊱༒︎ cnc , biting , overstimulation , unprotected sex , brat taming , p in v , rough sex , praising, degradation , obsessive/stalker behavior , choking , fingering, oral (f receiving) , catgirl y/n , ear biting, heejakehoon x yn (mild)

| genre ⊱༒︎ smut (mdni) , forbidden love ,

| PAIRINGS ⊱༒︎ vampire!heeseung x catgirl!fem.reader

| status ⊱༒︎ don't know yet..!

| wc ⊱༒︎ 1.9k

| a/n ⊱༒︎ hi so im new to tumblr and i havent written a fic in a LONG time so um i hope its good !! i appreciate reposts and likes thank you <3

Fuck. Before you knew it, you stood in front of moonveil high, the only school in existence to have students who were vampires, catgirls, dogboys, werewolfs, you name it.

You didn't even realize you signed up for this until you actually got driven to the middle of the woods by your parents, insisting you would never be able to hold up acting as a human in normal schools. You had to leave everything and everyone. Even your house. Yep, your parents technically just sent you to boarding school.

You just wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back until all your 9 lives diminished. You texted your cousin, karina who had probably been in this school since she was 13. She was the only person you knew there, so atleast you had someone to follow around so you wouldn't getting eaten up by everyones stares.

8:03 AM

⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀ stupid cheese cat

⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　rina.

⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　can you come

⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀⠀　seen 8:04am 　⠀ outside and pick me up?

: On my way!

omw*

You look up and see Karina coming towards you. You'd wave, and she'd wave back. "Gosh I'm so glad you're in this school.." you sighed in relief. "I'm glad you're here now too!!! Lets go in, we have to get you to meet the principal first." She'd hook her arm into yours and drag you in.

Your soft ears twitched the moment you entered the gates. It felt so....familiar, yet you'd never been here. Ever. The school looked fairly modern, you expected it to look like hogwarts or something.

"The interior looks so nice.." you'd mumble to yourself, and Karina would just smile, gosh, how was she so happy about school? Not like you weren't either. Guess it runs in the family.

"We're here, y/n! I can't come in because I personally have beef with the principal, but you go in ahead and I'll wait outside!" You mouthed thank you and went into the principal's office.

Wait, why was there a literally 4'1 child there? what the fuck?? was THAT the principal?

"Good morning...I'm y/n the new admission..!" Youd say with an awkward smile, you were so, so confused.

"Oh yes I've been expecting you!! I'm the principal of this school, Tribbie! Anyway, I'll just assign you your dorm and you locker, and your classes..." The small lady would spin her chair and print out your schedule, take your dorm key out of her desk drawer. "Here you go. If you need anything, I'm usually always in my office!" You'd thank her, bow and leave. You'd turn your head and see Karina waiting with her friend, her ears looking irritated. "I got my schedule, Rina."

She'd turn around , "Oooh!! you're in...oh."

"What?"

"You're in the room next to..ugh"

"Just tell me!"

"You're next to the most annoying, bitchy, cocky fucking person in this school, Lee Heeseung. He's a vampire." She'd look worried for you, was it really that big of a deal?

"I dont think it's gonna be that bad...."

"oh but IT IS. I remember this one girl who was a siren was next to his room and she couldn't sleep at night because he was so fucking loud with his fucking troupe of vampires!"

"whatever..."

"Oh, y/n. This is Minjeong, my bestfriend!" *you'd glance at the blonde girl, who looked like a puppygirl.

"Hi, i'm y/n! nice to meet you, Minjeong"

"You're so cute, y'n!"

You'd get flustered at the sudden compliment, but still feel kinda happy considering it was from a girl. "Thank you, you are too!"

fast forward, it was break. you were thankfully assigned an interesting schedule, considering you were a science and maths major. The teachers were kind, and so were the people. You did make a few friends but didn't really care much because you were going to be hanging with Karina and Minjeong anyway.

You'd groan, "God, why is this campus a literal maze? I'm so fucking tired!!!" Karina would scoff, "It's just your first day, calm down. You'll be fine." You'd smile at the reassurance. "Thanks, Rina." Minjeong would nod and then ask, "Anyway, what sport are you gonna take?" You'd look up at think, "honestly, I might take basketball, I am good at it after all. But if there's a dance option I'll definitely take that." She'd look amazed, "There is! Anyway, you should go get the ice-cream you wanted from the vending machine now, it's free." You'd glance over and nod and walk over to the machine and get your favorite, a cola lolli. You'd hum in happiness and bump into a hard, really fucking hard chest and smush your ice cream into it by mistake.

"Hey watch where you're going! My ice cream is all smushed." The red haired boy would look around and smirk, "And you are?" Youd scoff, just really fucking annoyed "None of your business, are you gonna repay me for my ice cream or not?" He'd have that cocky smirk again, "The names Lee Heeseung, and sure, I might as well, kitty."

Your ears would twitch at the name, wasn't he the loud, cocky popular vampire? Gosh, way to ruin your day. You both walked over to the vending machine and he bought you...five..? FIVE of the cola ice creams??

He'd hold his wallet in his mouth and hand the ice creams to you. "Here, kitty. Happy now?" You'd look up, dumbfounded, one of your ears pointing downwards "Why'd you get me 5.." He'd smirk again, "Felt like it, you little brat." You'd look offended and scoff at the nickname, and he'd just smirk and walk away.

you'd walk back to your table, with five ice creams in your hand. "What the fuck just happened." Karina would look confused, "What?"

You'd reenact the event that just happened, Minjeong would be laughing and Karina would be really annoyed by Heeseung's actions. "He's such a manwhore, god. And he seriously called you a brat?!" You nod. "I hope he gets humbled one day. This is why I HATE men. You'd just laugh it off, not thinking too much of it.

But, you couldn't shake off the feeling of you getting watched suddenly, Heeseung was nowhere to be found, so it couldn't be him, and you couldn't see anyone staring either. Your ears twitched, being sensitive usually at all times.

Little did you know, Heeseung was with his group of vampires, blended in with the crowd, his eyes on no one else but you, and your form.

He was the first one that laid eyes on you, even before karina. He sensed you before your car ever drove to the gate of the school. He saw you waiting for Karina to get you in, already figuring out you're needy and shy.

He wanted to corrupt you. Take everything from you and keep you all to himself. He was never, this obsessed with a girl, ever. He had always been really, really picky about his women. He wanted you swallow you and gobble you up just to keep you with him forever. The way your ears or tail twitched, fuck, they always went straight to his cock.

9:00pm.

The sun had set, and now it was night time, your personal favorite part of the day. You'd walk towards your dorm with a map and finally reach it.

But fuck, how are you going to move ALL these boxes by yourself..?

You remember Karina mentioned that Heeseung's room would be next to yours. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door.

He'd open it, looking really sweaty but so, fucking perfect like always. His eyebrows would shoot up in surprise with you at the door. "And what sin have i done to deserve you at my door at this time?"

You'd scoff in amusement, "Shut up. I need help."

"say the magic word, kitty"

"what?' you'd look up, confused.

"Say, 'Please, Heeseung.'"

"..." you'd just stare at him.

"Fine then." He'd start closing the door. What a fucking asshole, gosh.

"Please help me Heeseung." Fuck, the way his name rolled off your tongue made him want you even more. He'd smirk and step out in a tank top. "With?" .. "I need help in moving these boxes in." You'd point to the boxes in front of your door FULL of stuff. "That's it?"

"What else would I ask you for??" He'd just smirk, his mind going to dirty places. "Nothing, don't worry about it."

an hour later, both of you successfully got the boxes into your dorm. Heeseung was glowing, literally. He wasn't sweating at all despite being the one doing most of the work, while your ass was busted.

"im so tired..gosh.." You'd huff, exhausted. He'd smirk at you and say "Need a drink, kitty?" You'd roll your eyes at the nickname, "Stop calling me that, and yes i do." He'd get up and grab some vanilla ice cream from your own fridge. "Want a milkshake?" Your ears perk up at the word. "Yes please!!"

God, you were so unbelievably fucking cute. He wanted you all to himself, he just felt so possessive towards you.

An hour later, you both drank milkshakes and actually had fun. He wasn't as bad as Karina described him..Although he kept playing with your ears absentmindedly which did piss you off, he was actually kinda nice.

"It's getting late, you should go, Heeseung." He'd look at the clock innocently, "Aww, is it..? let me stay kitten."

"what why?"

"Because I want to?"

"But that's not allowed?"

"It's not like the principal's gonna barge into your room dead in the night, kitty."

Why was he so convincing? Honestly, looking at his cute face you couldn't resist saying yes.

"..fine. but what are we even gonna do?"

"Throw a party."

"Excuse me?"

"did i stutter, kitty?"

"but-" He'd lean closer and put a finger to your lips, shushing you and running his other hand over your jaw. "shh. let me handle it."

fuck, before you knew it half the campus was at your dorm-house. there were people all over each other, alcohol EVERYWHERE, and to no surprise, all other six friends of Heeseung.

You were in a frenzy trying to get people to not tobble things over or break anything. You suddenly felt two arms wrap around your waist and nuzzle your neck, no doubt it was Heeseung.

"kitty..you smell so good.." You'd look confused, was he drunk or something "Are you drunk?!" He'd just giggle and continue snuggling against your neck. His fangs would graze against your neck and you'd shiver, fuck, was he gonna feed on you?! You'd quickly try to get yourself free, but you just couldn't. He wasn't letting you go.

"mmh...y/n..i need you baby.." your face went red and your ears twitched at his words. "w-what are you saying?! are you crazy?!" hed groan, "come on kitty, don't you see how starved I am?"

| a/n ⊱༒︎ pt 2 if this gets attention maybe ??? lmk heh

| pt.2

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lesbiansforboromir · 5 months ago

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Here's a more compact review of the War of the Rohirrim film for anyone interested! SPOILERS AHEAD!!

Positives;

The backgrounds were all very beautifully painted and the lighting really elevated the character design and smoothed over the janky animation. Where other aspects of the film fall off, often the background artistry and lighting over all of it still manages to convey a very dramatic and immersive moment to the viewer. It's probably the best part of the film.

The part where Helm's ice-ghost phase is teased was really cool and atmospheric and I got a little thrill of what I'd kind of always been wanting from this film.

Frealaf was pretty lovely (what little we got of him) and I appreciated that his darker skin tone was implicitely associated with his Gondorian heritage. I THINK I appreciate the idea that Frealaf's father was Gondorian, though I wish it had been better utilised.

I also really liked the moment where Helm is about to fight Freca and he gives his crown, signet ring and mantle over to Frealaf in this like... symbolic giving up of his Kingship in this moment where his actions are about to make him unworthy of it.

I appreciated Olwyn existing as an older female character in a purely action based roll.

Helm's voice actor and design were pretty cool, I came around to enjoying how much effort they put into making him extremely imposing.

Hama being a twink who was born to be a bard but forced to be a heroic second prince was a nice touch.

General Targg of Dunland might have been my favourite character, inspite of the fact that I am really curious to know where this organised military of Dunland is for him to reach the rank of 'General' in.

Negatives;

Gurl the racism. See here for more details.

The overall narrative seems to me direly lacking in like... basis. I am lead to believe Hera's journey is about her reclaiming her right to choose her own life for herself. But she is never actually pressured into any choice, nor does it appear that her father ever restricted her freedom in any way. So I don't really see where her choices were actually removed to such a degree. If her desire is to see her choices respected by the men in her life, well that never happens for either Helm nor Wulf, who force her to let them die or to kill them, respectively. It feels like in their rush to censor any negative aspects of Helm they kind of removed the reason Hera is frustrated in the first place, he cant be TOO much of a misogynist etc etc.

This is twisted up within 'gurl the racism' but Wulf's manner and presentation make me FEEL like he is a villain we are supposed to mildly feel for? We see him as a child, we see him struggle with what he's doing, we see his clear desperation and despair and hear him talk about loneliness and suffering... but at the end of the day in the way that it is presented Wulf is fundamentally foul and deluding himself and all his problems appear to be of his own making. In general it is extremely uncomfortable for the 'obsessive stalker' villain to also every now and then say 'I am devastated because of how my dunlending blood has been prejudiced against all my life by your family and the wider rohir society' like... by only him mentioning it but it never being actually acknowledged by anyone else it just comes across so shallow and unsettling.

This is a review from my book-biased perspective so understand it within that lense but still gurl... the lore. What the hell do you mean the eagles speak a language only a wizard can understand? No they can just speak! What do you mean there is A watcher in the water in some undisclosed lake in Rohan somewhere? There is one Watcher and it's name is very specific to the doomed Moria expedition! At least give this new squid fellow a rohir name. Speaking of!!

IS IT SO HARD TO NAME ROHIR CHARACTERS IN..... ROHIRRIC?? OLD ENGLISH IS RIGHT THERE... HERA HAS NO MEANING... THERE ARE SO MANY COOL HISTORICAL ANGLO SAXON PRINCESSES YOU COULD CHOOSE FROM...

Included in the 'gurl, the lore' segment but in need of it's own post so I will try to be brief; (Theoden voice) where was Gondor... when a herd of Mumakil were marched by Haradrim mercenaries across the Anduin, up through the Pelennor, across Calenadhon and over Rohan's southern border... did they sneak by... were they stealth Mumakil, did they have elven cloaks too.

But also Where Was Gondor just in general. Like to the detriment of the actual narrative, opening up plot holes that didn't even need to be there, the fact that Gondor is ALSO supposed to be at war right now is completely ignored and discarded.

THE BATTLE OF EDORAS... TF ARE YOU ALL DOING! Like I know it is kind of hypocritical of me to request sensible war tactics when we're adapting Tolkien, he did not give a good example, but like... where were the horse archers, why are you charging down an infantry-only army, why even be on a horse if you aren't going to use greater mobility to your advantage, this isn't a siege, this is YOUR territory this is an open field!! Come on! AND ANOTHER THING, did we really have to make the victory of the Dunlendings over Edoras so disconnected from their own effort? Like betrayal is fine, but this was also a well supplied and competant force, and that was a major part of their victory. These were matched combatants! Just kind of another way in which the dunlendings were robbed of any cohesive motive, narrative or skill.

To my admittedly untrained eye... the animation sucks? Like it's clunky and janky and you can see the frames transitioning between each other, the movements often feel awkward and a lot of the drawings are just bad! The Eagles are SO stiff, as are the horses which seems like a cardinal sin in the Horse Lord Film. And then I couple that with the multiple completely unnecessary spinning camera shots Hera gets which are annoying, superfluous and a bizarre thing to spend time on when the rest of the film needs so much more care and attention. In general the GULF of difference between how beautiful the backgrounds are vs how bland the character art is is kind of jarring.

Hera's design.... I hate it. Look I know it's anime but DID Hera have to have thigh high boots... did she really... Why is she so pale if she's supposedly riding sleeveless across the vast countryside everyday? Can a single supposedly feminist film about a 'wild' female protagonist let that woman be like... dirty, or not so agonisingly thin, or give her messy or god forbid short hair. At one point when she is grabbed by a troll and hung in the air they linger uncomfortably long on her ass which her costume design is specifically designed to allow for maximum viewing detail.

The designs of the Dunlendings, Haradrim and especially the Mumakil are all so grim. Like I liked Freca's design to a degree, it was more potent with symbolism and patterning and such, but the rest of it is just SO FUCKIN- well they're ugly! and therefore evil! Do you get it? The ugly grey animalistic people are evil! The Mumakil have literal red snake eyes just so you know they're 'evil animals'. I can't take it anymore, at one point the guy who Eomer throws a spear at in the trilogy just... turns up, like it's literally just him down to the facepaint. And speaking of...

SHUT UP ABOUT THE PJ TRILOGY, SHUT UP AB- besties this film's intro plays alongside the ring theme... THE RING MUSICAL THEME!!!!?? Lines from the films are reused so often and so WILDLY outside of their actual context and meaning that it makes me flinch.

There is a plump little fellow called Leif who is the royal Page I think and everytime someone called Freca fat in such a vitriolic way I was like wow... I mean Leif is right there guys!

Overall a 4/10 from me, it is a watcheable but shallow film that I suspect was more of a cynical attempt by Warner Bros to keep their death grip on the rights to the books, since I think they would have expired if they didn't do something with them soon.

#text post #long post #wotr spoilers #the war of the rohirrim #erran vs peter jackson #wotr critical #wotr

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myreallovelymind · 4 months ago

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Friday Date Night

We matched the day after Christmas. He’s different than other guys. He texts me in the morning, he asked me out pretty early, gave me a date and planned the whole night for us. He was up North in England over the holidays so I had to wait a week.

A week is both good and bad. More time to chat but also, I was worried both of us were going to imagine someone in our heads and be disappointed by the other when we actually met.

He gave me a restaurant to meet at. A dumpling place in China Town. He got us a pre-theatre menu where you get two baskets of dim sum and a cocktail. I look up the place, it looks pretty basic but he might know that the dumplings are amazing!

Turns out, right before I leave, he tells me we aren’t going there but he wanted to surprise me with where we were actually going. Surprises are both fun and not fun for me. So I do some investigating and figure out where we are actually going. Super stalker, I know!

I turn up, he’s all wrapped up because it’s cold but he has a hot man bun! We get up, I’m nervous. I want him to like me but I want to like him! I don’t believe in masking and pretending I’m someone I’m not so I’m just me. A little silly and weird but me.

We chat and eat. The drinks are great! Mid way through, he realises I’m quite competitive and tells me that he wants to see me again and if I did to, he had an idea for our second date. Clear communication or what??

I’m very dry in my humour so tell him absolutely not and I’m having an awful awful time. We have another drink and then he tells me he has more planned. He doesn’t tell me where we go which causes me stress but it’s quite fun. The meal was like 100 quid and he just pays. I feel bad but it’s also kinda hot.

He takes me to this Irish pub which is in a chapel. It’s really cool! We get two baby Guinness (which I had never had)and he orders me a whiskey & ginger beer. I insist on paying because equality, which I know he really appreciates (brownie points for me). It’s super busy and loud so we have to stand. That’s when I know I want him to kiss me or touch me.

I’ve said it before but my body tells me if I like someone or not. If I want them to touch me, especially in public, I know I fancy them. So I lean in a little and we laugh and drink. It’s so loud, so he decides we should go to stop #3.

It’s a fun gay bar. We get hot toddy’s and sit outside. We talk about our lives. The good and bad parts. Our knees are touching and he sometimes strokes my thigh with his hands. I’m getting really turned on. He chat until midnight and that’s when we get kicked out.

He likes to plan and the plan got derailed because he expected them to be open until later. I see him panic and asks me if I want to still hang out as he doesn’t want this to end. I obviously agree. So we end up going to a Jazz bar which is quite famous in London. There’s a long queue but he tells me we can cut in. He is a member so gets free entry for us.

It’s amazing there. We get more amazing cocktails and we get a seat. We are right next to each other and our legs are touching. We listen to some great music and chat some more. Then he tells me he wants to kiss me. He puts his hand onto my cheek and we kiss.

He can kiss! I find it’s either great and I want more. Or I know I don’t want to see them again. I also hate PDA but I want him to kiss me. We chat, watch and kiss periodically. We stay there until 2/3 am! Then he says he doesn’t fuck on a first date but he would love to keep chatting to me if I wanted to come over. I say only if we can continue kissing.

We get an Uber to his place where he lives alone which is always hot for some reason. I genuinely don’t think he expected to invite me back because his place isn’t spotless. It’s messy but not dirty. He makes me a tea and we chat about music as he put different tiny desk sets on TV.

We make out a lot. I’m straddling him as we kiss. Dry humping like virgin teenagers. I can see the conflict in his eyes but I keep telling him there’s absolutely no pressure from me. I’m teasing but I respect his boundaries. We get to bed at 5 am after chatting. He gives me a t shirt and honestly, getting changed in front of him freaks me out a little. It’s so much more vulnerable than being undressed mid sex.

I get into his bed and we cuddle. I never stay over. Since starting dating, I’ve done it two individual times. That’s it. We cuddle and before you know it, I’m straddling him and we keep kissing. He asks me if I wanted to fuck as he needs me. I say yes. I jump off and he gets a condom. I ride him. Fuck he feels good. He says he’s worried about finishing too soon as he’s still quite drunk. I don’t care. Never have. The tease of just a few minutes of being filled feels amazing. Probably linked to the denial. But he lasts. He’s grabbing my hips and I’m grinding.

I never quite realise I’m loud. I don’t fake, I just feel. He tells me I need to be quiet so he puts his hand on my mouth. I grab his hand. I love it. Then he asks me if I want I be gagged. Yes please. He gags me and I look at him. He tells me how hot I look and we just look into each others eyes.

He is getting close as I get lost in it. He holds onto my hips and cums hard. I collapse. We hug to sleep.

He comes cuddle me at 8:30 am. 2/3 hours after we sleep. We kiss a little and then it gets more and more intense.

Before you know it, I’m on all fours and he’s fucking me. He says I look way too hot and he’s going to cum. Quick fuck but again, I love it.

We cuddle. He orders us Mc Donald’s in bed. We go into the living room. I’m just wearing his t shirt with no underwear as they are soaked. I am super dehydrated and hangover so I’m not as wet as normal but it’s still wetter than the average gal as he mentions it.

We eat and watch TV all morning. I need to leave in 45 minutes but I need another fuck. I get back into bed and 10 minutes before I need to leave, I start kissing him. He fucks me from behind, pulling my hair and holding me. It feels amazing. Then, he tells me to ride him and calls me a good girl. I get so close to cumming, I need him to stop. He hasn’t quite understood denial or the extent that I need it. He tells me he would like me to cum but it’s okay if i don’t want to. I shake my head no, and we keep fucking. He’s getting close and I beg him to cum. It’s raw and sweaty and hot. He feels amazing. He cums, I jump off and get ready to leave. I make a joke about doing a shag and dash!

He kisses me goodbye before I run off to go meet my friends.

He likes me, I like him and he’s invited me to watch the NFL tonight at his ✌️

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yanderepalace · 11 months ago

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Yandere!Michael Myers (1978) Sweets Prompts

warnings: violence, stalking

a/n: hi everyone :,) been a while. hope you enjoy!

♥ KitKat - What do they do to break their Darling?

With Myers always on your tail, you constantly find yourself surrounded by death and violence wherever you go, talking to someone and wondering if this is the last chance you’ll ever see them before he gets to them. If that doesn’t break you all on its own, I don’t know what will.

♥ Mochi - Do they believe in punishing their Darling?

Maybe not you specifically, but Michael does take it out on those around you.. friends, family, strangers. As psychologically distressing as this can be, it might as well be a punishment for you.

♥ Daifuku - Are they predictable for their Darling, or are they able to surprise them with their behavior even after a long time?

This is a very obvious yes; not even the best doctors in the state could get a single glimpse into his mind or motivations, so you don’t have much of a chance. You might as well just hold on for the ride!

♥ Dango - Do they prefer manipulation over a long time, or quick actions?

Quick actions is Myers forte! He’s all about stabs and grabs, baby!

♥ Dorayaki - Any regrets when they look at their Darling, or do they stay focused on their obsession?

He will rarely regret any of his actions. He's very calculated and if he acted out on it, he already knew what he wanted.

♥ Omiyage - Would they consider bribing their Darling into the shape they envision?

Considering how he doesn’t really talk much, there won’t be much “bribing” going on between you two.

♥ Taiyaki - How fast are their intentions revealed to their Darling?

Honestly, to this very day, you have no idea what he really wants with you; all you know is that he’s in your life now.. or at least what’s left of it.

♥ Poki - Would they be more of a one darling-kind of yandere or want/need many at the same time?

The first time he set his eyes on you, he knew he’d never think of someone the same way again— it's either you or nobody.

♥ Warabimochi - What kind of yandere are they? Do they have some sub-types they fit into?

Michael Myers would be your personal stalker for at least a while before he ever came close. Other categories he could fall into are obsessive, and delusional type.

♥ Senbei - How willing are they do share their Darling with someone?

He would take out any rivals before they even thought about it.

♥ Candy Kits - Do they want/plan to build a normal future with their Darling?

Somewhere deep in his twisted mind, he envisions a normal-ish future (to him at least). He thinks about his mom and dad, or even Judy and her boyfriend, and sees you two becoming a couple like them eventually.

♥ Matcha Infused Sweets - Do they forgive escape attempts and ‘tantrums’ or do they stay bitter about it?

He doesn’t feel any particular way. He just sees it as a silly thing you do and just drags you back like it’s the most normal thing.

♥ Manjuu - What matters most to them in their mind when they obsess over their Darling? Love, Protection, Possession?

Not even he knows entirely, maybe it’s love, or maybe his love is possession. All he knows is that it feels good to look at you, to feel you, to have you.

And he’s not letting that get away from him.

a/n: sorry for the super long hiatus but I miss writing so much so here I am! I might make a little post explaining a bit about why I left and the future of this blog. If you’re reading this right now, I really appreciate you for still being here <3

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere headcannons #yandere Michael myers #michael myers #Michael myers x reader #yandere michael myers x reader #yandere boy #yandere male #yandere writing #yander sweets prompt #halloween 1978 #Michael myers 1978

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n0vazsq · 4 months ago

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Face of an angel | AA23 x Reader

pairing . . . guardian!angel!alex albon x insane!killer!reader

summary . . . Being a guardian angel was sure to be tiring, Alex knew that, especially when you were an insane killer

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . cursing, killing, blood, stalker behaviour!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . ok so i might have blanked out with this one but trust me guys i had no wifi so i had no thesaurus but the fics about the f2/f3 drivers will be better trust

. . . The world felt quiet tonight. The neon signs reflected off the wet streets as the rain poured down in a veil of silver. You stood under the streetlight, your fingers twitching as they traced the edge of the blade hidden in your jacket.

It had been a while since you’d let yourself get this… worked up. But tonight? Tonight, you had a craving that could only be satisfied by blood.

It had been too long since you'd played with your prey. And you liked to play.

You’d been watching him for weeks now, a shadow in the crowd, learning his movements like a lover tracing every inch of a lover’s skin. He thought he was smart, thought he was untouchable, but you knew better. Everyone had a weakness.

Including you.

You felt the shift in the air before you saw the familiar car pull up beside you. Red, fancy, unmistakable.

It was Alex.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," he muttered as he slid out of the driver’s seat, adjusting his jacket with that annoying sense of someone who knew exactly what you were up to. "You really can’t let me have a night off, can you?"

You grinned, taking your time to glance at him. "Alex, darling, you know I can’t help myself. I get so bored."

He was used to this by now. You could see it in the way he stood; arms crossed, eyes narrowed. He didn’t even try to stop you anymore.

He knew it was pointless. After all, he was your guardian angel, wasn’t he? Even if you didn’t need protection from anyone, except maybe yourself.

"I don’t know why I bother anymore," Alex continued, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and frustration. "You’re a walking death wish, and I’m stuck playing chauffeur to a goddamn serial killer."

You tilted your head, amused by the way he spoke as if you weren’t standing right there with blood on your hands. "I’m not a serial killer. I’m an artist. You of all people should appreciate that. I’m… particular."

"Particular? You’re reckless. You’re insane," he shot back. "What part of this do you think is okay?”

You shrugged disinterestedly, running your fingers over the handle of your knife, staring at the target you’d been stalking for weeks. He was there now, just across the street, oblivious to the fact that he was about to die.

But you couldn’t help yourself. It was part of the fun, teasing Alex like this. He was always so stiff, so serious. You wondered how long it would take before he finally gave up trying to save you.

Then again, part of you hoped he’d never give up. There was something about his unwavering commitment to keeping you alive that made you feel… wanted. Even when you didn’t deserve it.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I can handle this? You’re not my keeper, Alex," you taunted, turning your back to him and heading toward your victim.

Alex sighed, following you. "I’m not your keeper, but you know what I am? The only reason you’re still alive. You think I don’t know how much you like the chaos? The blood? You’re a fucking monster, and I’m the one who’s stuck cleaning up your mess."

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Don’t pretend like you don’t love it, Alex. You know you enjoy the thrill of this game too. You’re my guardian angel, after all. You’re stuck with me."

He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "Stuck is right. But I still care about you. You know that, right? Even if you don’t seem to care about anyone else but yourself."

You paused, glancing back at him. For a moment, the playful gleam in your eyes flickered, but only for a second. Then it was gone, replaced by that familiar hunger. "I know you care. But you want to care. There’s a difference."

His jaw tightened, his brows furrowing as he watched you walk up to your target. "You’ve got to stop doing this. I can’t keep saving you from yourself."

"You don’t have to save me, Alex. You know I’m fine," you said, your voice low, but there was a faint tease in it. You stepped into the shadows, positioning yourself for the perfect strike. The guy was turning around, finally noticing the figure lurking in the corner of his vision.

Alex didn’t move, his eyes fixated on you. "I’m trying to keep you from becoming a problem, but you keep making it so much harder. One day, you’re going to piss off the wrong person, and I won’t be able to get you out of it."

You grinned."I like to live dangerously."

The guy took a few steps closer. He was too close now. You could feel your heart rate pick up, that familiar rush of adrenaline washing over you. The air was thick with tension, and for a split second, you thought you saw Alex’s lips quirk into a worried frown.

But then you struck.

It was swift, effortless, just the way you liked it. You didn’t even need to think. The blade was in your hand, and before your target could react, you buried it deep.

Blood pooled beneath him, a perfect crimson halo, and you stepped back with a satisfied smile, wiping your hands on your jacket. It wasn’t your first, and it certainly wouldn’t be your last. But tonight, it felt… satisfying.

You turned back to see Alex standing there, his face unreadable. "Are you done now?" he asked, his voice tight with barely contained frustration.

"Done?" You arched an eyebrow. "I’m just getting started."

He looked like he was about to lose it. “You’re a fucking psychopath.”

"And you love me for it," you teased, stepping toward him, but he stepped back, away from you, clearly unwilling to get too close.

"I don’t love you," he muttered, but you could see through the cracks in his armor. You saw the flicker of something softer in his eyes, the faint hesitation as he stared at the lifeless body you’d just left behind. "I’m just trying to keep you from ruining both of our lives."

You stepped closer, daring him with a look. "Tell me you don’t like it. The thrill, the chaos, the danger."

His face softened just slightly, as if torn between his anger and something else, something buried deep inside. "It’s not that. It’s you. You don’t care about anyone. You don’t even care about yourself."

You stopped, staring at him. For the first time tonight, something shifted between the two of you. The teasing was gone. And in its place? Something deeper. Something Alex had never quite been able to admit.

"I care about you," you whispered, voice uncharacteristically soft, almost vulnerable.

He blinked at you, his lips parting, then he sighed heavily, shaking his head. "You really know how to make me insane, you know that?"

You smiled, a genuine smile, something that could almost pass for sweetness. "That’s because you're my guardian angel, remember? And maybe I'm yours too."

He chuckled, despite himself. "You’re a fucking angel, alright."

You laughed too, the tension fading, but only for a moment. Because deep down, you both knew this wasn’t over.

It never was. You were always one step away from the next kill, and Alex? Well, he’d always be right behind you, chasing you down, trying to save you from the chaos you lived in.

And you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

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heeseung-min · 2 years ago

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[12:41]

"Oh! You got flowers again! It's the fifth time this week."

You stared at the bouquet of lillies. It's your favourite flower but you felt creepy after reading the notes that this person left for you.

I hope you like this flowers just how I like to see you every night you come home.

You discarded the flowers while your coworkers stared at you with confusing expression.

"Why did you throw that?"

"Yeah, you should be grateful you got admirer."

"Can you guys just shut up and mind your business?"

With that, your coworkers started to leave your table and went to their seats. You spent your day with stressing over the work and about the secret admirer words. It made you feel agitated on your surrounding.

"Y/n, do you want to have lunch together?"

Heeseung asked you as he keep his place nice and tidy before turning to you waiting for a response.

"Sure, let me finish this first."

While you were eating with Heeseung, you got a text from unknown number. You put your cutlery down before taking the phone.

Even when you're eating, you still look beautiful.

And below the text, there was your picture captured while you were eating. You immediately looked at your surrounding trying to find someone suspicious but everyone in there seems busy with their work and foods.

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

"Yea...yes. I'm good."

"Did something happen? Why were you looking everywhere?"

"Nothing, can we just hurry up? I remember I still didn't finish the report I need to do. I don't want Mr.Park to be mad at me."

Within five minutes, Heeseung and you finished lunch and paid the meal. Your eyes were looking everywhere when you went out from the restaurant. You felt frustrated when you didn't see any weird person.

It's night and you were waiting for your bus when suddenly a man sitting too close to you.

"Hi, I've seen you few times here. I also work in the same building as yours but in different department. Would you like to go out together?"

"I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend."

The man scoffed and then hold your hand tightly while insulting you.

"Oh you think you are that pretty? Am I that ugly? Do you think I'm dumb to not know you don't have a boyfriend?! You whore-"

You gasped loudly when the man got punched by your boss, Park Jongseong. The tight grip on your wrist finally went off and you winced a bit while trying to move your hand.

"Stay away or I call police on you!"

The man quickly ran away after Jongseong said that. He turned to you and checked on you in case the man hurt somewhere else.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go hospital?"

"I'm...I'm fine. Thank you so much, Mr. Park."

"Let me send you home. I don't trust that guy."

When Jongseong reached nearly to your house, you realized that you never tell him your address. You glanced at him who looked so relax while driving as like he really knew where do you live.

"Make sure to lock your windows and door, Y/n. Who knows the guy might be trying to break in."

"Thank you for the ride, Mr. Park. I really appreciate it."

After he went off, you immediately ran to nearest police station in your neighbourhood and told them about Park Jongseong possibly being your stalker.

"With this info, we can't really confirm him as the culprit. So, we hope you can wait for any update from us."

You came home with disappointed feeling when the police officer said that. Even when you wanted to sleep, you keep thinking about it. You decided to swallow a sleeping pill before laying on the bed.

Beep beep beep beep

While you were deeply in sleep, a man pressed on your door lock pad and you didn't notice or even heard your door got unlocked from outside. You can't even heard footsteps coming towards you.

The man aka your stalker smiling at the sight of you sleeping peacefully. He went to sit beside you and caressed your face.

"You worry about wrong person, darling."

[Part 2]

Ayo, it's really been a long time🤓🤓so sorry for not posting anything😣😓 i hope this one can satisfy you🤗 i bet yall cant guess who the stalker is🤣🤣

Taglist: @obsessed1with1straykids @huggyuvita @duolingofanaccount @stacey-stonem

#yandere enhypen #yandere kpop #enha x reader #kpop yandere #lee heeseung #park jongseong #park sunghoon #jake sim #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #yandere au #enhypen scenarios #yandere enha #enha scenarios #enha imagines

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storkmuffin · 4 months ago

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Continuing on a comment you made about not liking SNSD that much, it seems to me (very casual observation!) that boy bands almost exclusively target women and as a result have mainly female fans, but girlgroups draw more of a mixed audience. Still with the balance flipped in favor of the men, but I feel like there are more female gg fans than male bg fans. Do you have the same impression and if yes, what do you make of it?

YOU ARE CORRECT. (Not shouting, just admiring). Male Kpop Idol groups all (according to experts as well as fandom commentators) cultivate female fandoms because that is the key to their survival. The breakout star of a female Idol group may achieve bigger personal stardom, but as far as Idol Groups go, Male Idol Groups have longevity advantages over female ones purely because of the long term financial support of their female fandoms. Women are loyal, and will buy all the things, and have several different ways of engaging with fandom. There are identities that range from the distressing and widely denigrated 사생 of the I wear wedding dresses to fan meetings delulu stalker variety all the way to 에미팬 (mama-fan)- new word I recently learned from a sociological study of Korean fandoms - who consider themselves a sort of parent or investor who 'raises' the group by 'working hard' to promote them to other people but also by'working hard' to earn money to 'feed' them by buying all the stuff and paying for all the non-tangible goods (like fan meetings) offered.

At some point, apparently, the primary demographic that can sustain a loyal, financially engaged fanbase, which is absolutely necessary to being able to negotiate advantageous 'extension' contracts once the first 7 year term is over, was identified by male groups as being women. They started to adopt any and all behaviors, content, scripts, costumes, performance styles, and parasocial fan engagement that would appeal to and 'hook' Korean women. They stopped caring that much of this would be uncomfortable, if not outright repellant, to mainstream Korean men. And some of it is this, I personally think: Korean straight women are so used to seeing other women sexualized and objectified that they can adopt the stance of 'appreciating' the performance for what it is, but Korean straight men are extremely unused to both men offering themselves as objects of desire and having Korean women engage in frank expressions of lust, so they stay far away. They might be afraid of catching gay feelings, and they may also hate the realization that when the highest, toughest beauty standards are applied to them the way they want to apply those standards to the average woman on the street, they themselves are very lacking.

The most honest expression I've seen of this by the way was a Korean male music reactor/critic on Youtube who was watching Ateez and stopped the MV on a close up shot of Yeosang to exclaim over how handsome he is (the other one he flipped out over was San) and then said, Normally, I have a high level of resistance to really good looking men, and a whole collection of good looking men just makes me not want anything to do with it, but if they're gonna be COOL like this, then I can overcome my aversion to handsome men.

As a result, Male Idol fandom is currently one of these rare spaces where a woman is a standard member, and fans who are men have to be identified by gender (팬 -fan is assumed to be a woman, so if you're a guy you're a 남팬 -male fan).

Can I just say - you ask the best questions!! And you're so perceptive too. It makes me really curious about you and how you became like this? Because - I am so intrigued by the fact that you picked up on this from what seems like a long-distance engagement with kpop in general, augmented by a more intimate interest in Ateez!

I've become as interested in kpop as an export industry as much as a specifically female-dominated Korean subculture, so I have begun ploughing through a reading list, and it's been SUPER fun. I'll share more as I go!

#gender balance in kpop fandom #kpop fandom ask #kpop meta #kpop industry

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hausofmingi · 2 years ago

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his good girl - chapter 1

pairing: song mini x stripper!reader

tags: stripper au, smut series

warnings: slight mentions of stalker, bad words (tee hee), dom!mingi, sub!reader, riding, daddydom!mingi, finger sucking, being carried and getting fucked, a bit of physical roughness (reader receiving), degradation but also praise, cum eating (off the floor!), aftercare

wc: 3.8 k

an: so I decided to give the reader a name because that feels more realistic to me as a reader than y/n. I find that sometimes reading "y/n" takes me out of it a little, so lmk if you find this helpful as well! Also, I am a little depraved so right off the bat, this gets very crazy kinky

minors dni!! 18+ only!!

“Where is the red garter belt I let you borrow?” You are racing around your and Lina’s small apartment, trying to prepare for yet another night on the job.

“I don’t know, I may have left it at the club?” Lina answers from the bathroom.

Red is his favorite. You don’t want to disappoint.

“Well great Lina thanks for that, I’m never letting you borrow my shit again.”

“Love you too!” she calls after you as you leave to go shopping. It’s not like you’re against making another trip to get some new pieces, but why do you always make the same mistake in letting Lina borrow your favorite stuff…

Your’s and Lina’s apartment is in a pretty run down building in an unsafe part of Gangnam, but no matter how shitty it is, its yours and you really want it to feel like home.

But, that doesn’t mean you don’t feel the pair of eyes watching you as you exit out of your apartment building and walk towards the bus stop.

You have been noticing that lately, the feeling that someone is watching you. When you leave your house, when you’re at the grocery store, while you’re going on a run. You try and brush it off because this is normal for women and all that, but today, you pay just a little harder attention.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a figure in a black hood (Jacket? Coat? You don’t want to look too hard) standing across the street from your apartment building. You walk a little faster to the bus stop just in case.

That night, after spending more than you should on new lingerie sets, you and Lina are about to take the stage for your first stage set. It’s almost midnight, which is usually the time he makes his appearance.

You always get butterflies, but not the stage fright normal kind of butterflies, the kind that make your clit perk up and your nipples harden.

Why do you always get so worked up over a man who hasn’t even fucked you?, you think as you make your way up to the stage.

You really have become quite the pro at this. After 4 years of working for this club, your boss has dubbed you his favorite girl. Doyeon always protects you and gives you the most popular customers, knowing you will always keep them coming back.

You always thought it felt nice to be appreciated, especially knowing he didn’t have any intentions of coming onto you, on account of he’s a flaming fruitcake.

Its a good ways into your set, and his table still sits empty. You feel the sweat start to form on your back, but try to stay in your routine.

Why isn’t he here? Where could he be instead? Did his company find out he was doing this?

You always got scared that it might be leaked that idols come here, knowing the sasaengs stalker habits. Mingi, being a part of one of the biggest Korean boy groups, Ateez, must have a large number of crazy fans following him.

Did they find out and tip the press to show up here? You didn’t see anyone outside though… Your mind runs rampant with all of the reasons that it could possibly be as you walk off stage and collect your tips from the stage manager.

Tears start to threaten to spill, and you think you are crazy yet again to be this affected by a man you haven’t even had a conversation with.

On the way home, Lina can tell you’re bothered and nudges your side as you walk home.

“So you know how Taehyun has been requesting me a lot? Well he mentioned his upcoming tour tonight, I think he might finally take me along with them!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s just saying that so you’ll suck him off some more.” you say.

“Well damn… What’s got you all worked up honey?” She always called you honey when she was trying to comfort you.

“Mingi didn’t come tonight..” you admit.

“On a Thursday? That’s… super out of character. Well don’t worry, I’m sure practice just went long or he has an early morning schedule or….” her talking trails off as you dissociate.

Lina has always been a nice friend, agreeing to move in with you without knowing you very well, trying her best to always cheer you up. It’s not her fault you felt like you guys were never really close. You give her props for trying though.

You pull out your phone and check his bubble and instagram, seeing if maybe they could give you some clues. Nothing.

You fall asleep that night thinking of the last time his fingers swiped your lip, hoping it wasn’t the last.

—

The next night at the club is gloomy. Even though it’s a Friday, attendance is lower and your energy is even lower.

The feeling of someone watching you has been bothering you all day, but the guy in the hood has yet to make an appearance. You are just looking forward to curling up in your bed tonight and continually refreshing Mingi’s bubble messages.

The stage manager calls for everyone to get onstage for the final number and the other girls rush out. You take your time though, not feeling like getting in a rush for this menial thing.

You hang your head in your hands, covering your eyes and taking a breath. Just get through it, he’s just a man, you try to remind yourself.

A smell reaches you, like a really expensive cologne. Musky and masculine, and somehow… dominant.

You look up and standing in the doorway is him. He stands as if he owns the place, hands in his pocket, opting for a fitted vest tonight in lieu of a jacket.

And he’s staring you down, studying you intently. If it was anyone else, you would feel the need to cover yourself and apologize. But not with him.

You probably look like a dumbass, staring at him through the mirror with your mouth slightly open.

He speaks first. “You were worried.” It’s a question but he doesn’t need an answer.

“Yes,” is all you can manage to squeak out.

He leans against the doorway, messing with his shirt cuff. You still haven’t moved, frozen in place. How did he get in here, past the security guard? How did he know which dressing room you were in? Was he the person in the hood you noticed this morning? He must be stalking you… Why doesn’t that bother you more?

He notices your anxiety moving through you. “Don’t worry, I just know the security guard. He owed me a favor. I’m not a stalker” he responds, as if he read your mind.

“That’s… good” you say.

He drops his arms and strides towards you, slowly as to not spook you. “Well thank you for worrying about me. I’m okay, for now. But, here’s the problem my love,” he draws his finger up your arm, making your hair stand up and bumps form. “You may be in trouble.”

You aren’t sure what he means. “What kind of trouble?” you ask. “Like legal trouble?”

You are afraid that maybe one of the idols ratted this place out and the feds are going to come knocking down your door and take you all away. Would Mingi still visit you in jail? Surely not, there’s no lap dances there…

He sticks his finger under your chin and pushes it up to make you look at him. Drip.

“Please stop letting your mind get ahead of you, baby. Let daddy speak.” DRIP.

“A sasaeng has been getting very close to you. Too close. I can’t let you get hurt.” Awe, he wants to protect you. DRIP DRIP DRIPPING.

“How did they find me?” you ask.

He leans against the counter as he continues, “I am not sure, I don’t even know how much they know. Sasaengs are insane people with insane complexes. This one has been stalking me since pre-debut. But I’ve always been careful that she doesn’t see me come in here. So how she knows that you are important to me, I don’t know…” IMPORTANT TO HIM???

Okay you’ll have to throw these underwear out at this point.

“So what do I need to do then? To protect myself I mean” you ask him.

“Nothing, I want you to do absolutely nothing and let me handle it. But in the meantime, you can’t go back to your apartment.”

Hate to say it, but fine by you. Maybe you’ll save some money by not having to replace your stolen shit anymore.

“Where will I go instead?” you ask.

“You’ll come stay with me.” Jesus Christ, 20 year old you would be freaking the fuck out. But, it doesn’t make you freak out, in that way at least.

“What about Lina, what about my job? I can’t live with you, much less San and Seonghwa. I’ll never see you. What if you have to travel for schedules? I’m just supposed to stay in your dorm 24/7? I have a life! I barely even know you! You only ever say 4 words to me, and then fucking leave me in a puddle, how can I just-”

His hand stroking the side of your cheek cuts you off. “Again with the mind racing, baby. I don’t want you to uproot your life, it will be temporary. I have my own apartment now too, so we won’t be with other members. It will only be until we are 100% sure you are safe to be alone. I will take care of you, I promise.” he reassures.

You lean into the hand that holds your head, a few tears falling into it. You finally get the courage to look up at him, making eye contact. He has dropped his heavy, dominant demeanor. Instead, his eyes hold only comfort and concern.

Maybe he wasn’t kidding; maybe you really are important to him.

After a minute of silence, “Okay, so what do I need to do right now?” you ask.

“Change and pack up your stuff, we are going to the apartment. Make a list of what all you need from your apartment when we get home and I will send a staff to collect it all in the morning.”

“And take a breath, princess.” You unclench your jaw, which you didn’t even realize was clenched. He kisses your forehead before reaching down to grab your duffle bag that you carry your things in.

You think in silence as you pack. Take a breath he says… he will protect me he says… Why me? Why is protecting me, a stripper, just some stripper that he barely speaks to. He doesn’t even know my real name…

“Yes I do,” he says from the chair he has sat down in to wait for you. Oops, you must’ve said that part outloud.

“It’s Cora.” You like the way he flips the “r” of your American name with his Korean accent.

“How do you know that?” he ignores you. “How do you know I used to live with San and Seonghwa?” “Touche…” you respond.

“All done?” he asks. You nod. He crosses to you and starts stroking your arms to comfort you.

“I want you to remember though, you still have to be a good girl for me at the apartment, can you do that?”

You look up at him through your eyelashes, surprised that he still is holding this up even at a time like this. Is it all an act, or is it truly how he is? Either way, you are turned on once again.

“Yes..” you respond. He cocks his eyebrow, questioning your answer.

“Yes what?”

“Yes… daddy.”

“There’s my good girl.”

With his hand on your back, he guides you out of the dressing room and out the back door, where a black hatchback with tinted windows is waiting. He holds open the door for you, and helps you into the car. If only other men treated all their strippers like this…

The car ride home (whatever home means at the moment) is very silent. He has his hand on your thigh the entire way, the other staying steady on the wheel. His thumb rubs back and forth, another attempt at comfort you’re guessing. It works, sort of.

Just smelling him and being near him your body is relaxed, knowing he will take care of you and wanting to give yourself to him. It’s like you are under his spell, which is crazy. You are usually so independent and self-sufficient. What about him makes you want to grant his every wish?

“Shouldn’t you be blindfolding me, so I won’t know where your apartment is and so I won’t run away and all that?” you ask, kind of joking.

“You won’t” he says while keeping his eyes on the road, fully confident in his answer.

He’s probably right.

–

Finally you reach the apartment. You almost drifted off to sleep, even though the drive was only about 20 minutes. He parks right outside the front door of the building and gets out to open your door for you. He offers his hand to help you out of the car. It’s much appreciated because you are still in your platform heels, just throwing a coat over your outfit you were going to wear to perform in.

He keeps his hand on your back as you walk up to the doors, through the lobby, and up the elevator. It’s a really nice building with a concierge and fresh flowers all over. Sometimes you forget how big Ateez really is, and figure that Mingi bought this place with his own money.

You wonder if he has neighbors on his floor. Do they know he lives next to them? Does he talk to his neighbors at all? Do they know that he is having his own personal stripper move in with him?

They’re gonna know now, from how loud you are being.

How you ended up riding him in his dining room chair about 15 minutes later, you’re not so sure.

—

He was going slow, too slow, slow enough that you could feel every. single. inch.

You tried to grind your hips and get him in deeper, but the tight hold he had on your asscheek lets you know that even though you are on top, you are not in control.

His other hand is holding your face, his thumb hooked in your mouth. You suck and gag on it as much as you can, but it’s hard to focus when he is going this slow.

You felt high, things were getting foggy. All you knew is that you wanted to please him.

“My beautiful girl, doing so well. You were waiting for this for a long time weren’t you?” his deep voice sends sparks to your clit and makes you even wetter, if that’s even possible.

You can only close your eyes and nod. You want to throw your head back, but his hand on your cheek and thumb in your mouth keeps it facing forward. “Now baby, what did I say? Eyes. on. me.”

He jerks your head a bit, just to make you a little scared.

You know he would never hurt you.

Unless you asked.

You open your eyes like a good girl. How could you not be a good girl for him?

His breath catches when you make eye contact with him again. His eyes bare into your soul, never breaking.

You whimper a little when the head of his cock catches someplace you have never felt before. He smirks, knowing. He hits it again, making the upper half of your body keen forward, his thumb slipping out of your mouth.

Your hands, which were bracing on the back of the chair, move down to his pecs. You are desperate for him, desperate for that feeling that release you dreamt about him giving you.

You start to bounce since he let go of you, letting his arms hang down and his head fall back in pleasure. You are doing that to him. You are making him let go.

You grind his cockhead up against your g-spot over and over again, drooling down his neck.

You wish you could see what you guys look like, his giant body draped over the chair in ecstasy, you sat on his thick thighs bouncing on his perfect cock, licking up and down his neck.

You’re close, really close, and your walls start to constrict down on his cock. His eyes shoot open and he jerks his head up at the feeling.

“Hold on princess,” he practically growls at you.

Hold onto what? You think.

He grabs underneath your thighs, holding his hands behind your back and lifts the both of you out of the chair with him still inside of you.

Oh my god, holy shit.

This was too good, you couldn’t have even dreamt this up.

You wrap your hands around his neck and he pummels into you as fast as he can, hitting your g-spot every single time as if he has memorized the angle. The sound of his balls hitting your ass covers your cries of his name.

“Fucking. Take it.” he says, his forehead touching yours. He has essentially lost control of his body, just bouncing you wildly up and down his cock.

It’s coming, It’s coming. Please, please, please, “please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, if you’re even talking out loud. You feel like you are losing your grip on reality, its so so close.

He stills inside of you, leaving his cock right on the spot you need the most. He just shallowly thrusts, just rubbing your g-spot with his cockhead. Holy shit, it feels like fucking heaven.

“Now,” he commands.

And you obey.

You flutter around him, feeling how his shallow thrusts stutter when you cum. You don’t stop for at least a full minute.

“Thank you thank you thank you, oh fuck, thank you daddy” is all you can say as your clit jumps in ecstasy.

His eyebrows are furrowed together, he’s close too. Right as your orgasm tapers out, you tighten your thighs around him and give him 3 bounces. That’s all he needs.

He pulls you off of him just as he’s cumming, holding you away from him so you can watch the cum drip out of his cock and onto the floor. It’s so beautiful, you think.

He sets your legs down on the floor, but they can’t hold you up and you fall to your knees. You can barely see straight, and you can’t catch your breath. Holy shit he may really have fucked the shit out of you.

You keep your eyes turned to the ground while you try and slow your heart, but you see him start to squat down to your level. He picks up your chin with his hand to look up at him. “Baby… you need to clean up your mess.”

“Wh..What?” you stutter.

He stands up straight again, looming over you with his giant presence. “Clean it up.” his gaze falls to the ground and yours follows.

Oh… you get it now.

Not breaking eye contact, you lean your head down. You stick out your tongue and lick up the cum that he let fall to the floor, as well as some from you that you didn’t even realize had dripped down. He smiles.

You feel like a pet, like a slave.

You fucking love it.

“That’s my good girl.” he praises you. You wipe off your mouth and look up at him through your eyelashes. He squats back down to your level, seeming to have fallen for your puppy dog eyes.

“Does my baby need help getting cleaned up?”

“Yes daddy.”

He bends down to pick you up, which he does with ease, as if you weighed nothing. He guides your legs to wrap around him and he carries you into the bathroom.

He sets you down to sit on the toilet and turns on the shower to start heating up. Why do you feel so dizzy? You gaze can’t focus.

“Cora… don’t pass out on me my love.” he holds your face in his hands.

“What do you need baby?” you grab onto his wrist to try and steady yourself.

“Just a minute… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, take your time.”

He strokes your hair as you take a few deep breaths to steady yourself.

“Is the shower ready?” you ask.

“Yes my love, whenever you are.”

“Will you help me?” you ask.

“Of course” he says as he starts guiding you towards the shower door.

He lets you step in first and before you can protest that you can shower on your own, he steps in behind you.

It's a really big shower, with beautiful blue tiles and a detachable shower head. Detachable? Huh…

You lean into his chest, your head barely meeting the middle of it due to his height. One of his arms wraps around your body while the other starts to shampoo your hair.

Why do you already feel so comfortable with him? As if you have been showering together for years. You literally just licked this man’s cum off the floor and have no remorse about it. Should you feel guilty?

Nah, you kind of just feel like bragging to other Atiny’s on Twitter. I sucked his beautiful cock!! Suckers!!! Probably wouldn’t be the best idea…

After washing the rest of your body and getting you out of the shower and making sure you brushed your teeth, you are now tucked into his extremely comfortable bed. You don’t usually sleep naked, but it seems right when he is too.

You turn to face him in the bed. He was already staring at you, it seems.

“You know, I wasn’t expecting us to fuck right off the bat..” you admit.

“Me neither, but I am not surprised. It’s hard to resist you.”

“You’ve been resisting me for the past 6 months. You know I always craved more from you.”

“Yes I did know. But I didn’t want to enjoy you in such a public space. I just craved being around you. Its hard to resist you, though, princess. Just know that.”

I guess that makes me feel better, but still… so many things unanswered.

“I know you are probably questioning a lot of things. Just try and get some sleep tonight, okay my love?” he asks.

“Okay..” you agree in a small voice, knowing that you will wake up tomorrow with even more unanswered questions.

“Good girl.” He curls his arm around your middle and tucks you into his side, kissing your forehead before drifting to sleep.

He smells like the same cologne he was wearing earlier tonight. Beautiful, musky, and masculine. You let yourself drift to sleep, breathing him in.

OKAY I DID IT MY FIRST CHAPTER. plz reblog and like.

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