#fic: Ode to Innocence

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Ode to Innocence

Chapter 16: Epilogue

Fandom: Devil May Cry Mature // Gen // Complete // Chapters: 16/16 // Words: 164,864 Characters: V, Griffon, Shadow, Nightmare, Malphas, original characters Warning(s): Graphic depictions of violence Additional tags: V is not part of Vergil, V’s name is Vitale, witch V, origin story, childhood, coming of age, canon-typical violence, character death, loss of parent(s), sorcery, witchcraft, witches’ coven, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced emotional manipulation, sexual harassment, attempted sexual assault, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, found family AU info  //  Series on AO3

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[monamipencil]

an ode to mingyu's tiddies

genre; smut, mdni <3 | warnings; mingyu's tits, reader is OBSESSED with his tits, reader has existential crisis throughout the entire fic, perverted thots, a mention of magic mingyu, mentions of food, mentions of fever (she's just horny af), mentions of public indecency, dry humping, tits sucking (m. receiving), face sitting, oral (f. receiving), mingyu is a shameless thot. | a/n; here she is. fought demons writing this. hope you guys like it!

you’re obsessed. to say the least. 

the first time you actually noticed them was quite early into the relationship. he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, effectively smushing your face against his chest. and you honestly didn’t mind dying like that, squished in between his pecs. nonetheless, something was awakened inside you that day. 

and it doesn’t really help that mingyu loves flexing his muscles. his chest is one of his best assets that he shows off. especially to you. goddamn him and his damn tight-fitting tank tops. you can’t help but watch with an ajar mouth as he works out, his chest pushing out under strain. oh, how you would love to fondl- “take a picture. it lasts longer.” he smirks at you, leaving you flustered and embarrassed.  

mingyu also notices the way you stare, or should he say, where you stare. pride swells in his heart each time you glance at his muscles. and well, he loves the attention. so he does what he does. he flusters you every chance he gets. with his tits.

he foregoes his shirt in bed. every. single. time. the first time it happened was not long after your epiphany. you didn’t pay much mind to it since it was after sex. but then, it became a routine. cuddling to sleep meant having his tits pushed up against your face or back. and, in some cases, you get to fondle them as you spoon him. 

and you know what? scratch that. he’s entirely shirtless around you. all the time. might as well get naked and start living in nature at this point. and well, who are you to reject adam in the form of your boyfriend, mingyu? 

christ’s sake. the things that he makes you think and do. 

the very rare times that you are not bombarded with magic mingyu would be when you’re both outside. being his girlfriend also means being his workout buddy. it also means fighting demons that whisper the filthiest things about him to you as you help him with his workout. well, the demon might just be your brain. 

you keep—try to keep your eyes on his face, sipping from your water bottle after your workout. and he does the same, maintaining eye contact with you as he hydrates himself too. mingyu can make anything hot. even the most innocent things like eye contacts or cooking. or maybe you’re just a pervert. 

you internally sigh, breaking the eye contact and look around the almost empty gym. it’s pretty late, and only a few night owls are in sight. but empty enough to get away with him pushing you against the mirror and fucking the life—that’s enough. this man has reduced into a degenerate at this point. 

with embarrassment in your veins, you quickly kiss his cheek, promising to use the shower quickly and reunite with him to go home. you again fight demons as you sprint to the shower area. you could just go home and shower with him. and have some more ‘workout’ too. shaking your head, you quickly take your shower. 

…

“is everything ok?” mingyu asks, concern etched onto his face. you haven’t even touched the food he made, and you’ve been like this since coming back from the gym. you hang your head down in shame and shake your head, shifting on the couch. he’s worrying about you, and here you are, thinking filthy things about him. 

his big hands wrap around your wrist, pulling you closer. “shit, you have a fever?” he tilts your face up and lays the back of his hand on your forehead. the other hand lays on your waist, feeling ticklish and hot on your skin. your skin burns more at the question. oh that? no, i was just thinking about getting folded in half and being fucked by you. nothing else haha…

“no,” you manage a grunt out, feeling shy under his gaze. “what are you talking about? you’re burning!” he counters. you sigh, and all the escape routes close, leaving only one path open. 

with great courage and greater embarrassment, you admit, “just horny,” 

“hmm? can’t hear you baby.” he leans in closer, eyes big with worry. 

“i’m horny and i wanna fuck you.” 

mingyu does a double-take at your words. you’re burning up for him? you’re almost seated on his lap now, looking at him with lust-clouded eyes and parted lips, and he feels the waves of heat seeping from you. the post-workout adrenaline is yet to wear out, and he feels so drunk on you. he leans down in a daze, slotting his lips on yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth right away. 

you moan into his mouth, gladly accepting his warm tongue with your own. he pulls you onto his lap, resting his hands on your ass and squeezing them through your thin sweatpants. you tug on his hair, earning a groan from him before feeling up his muscles. mingyu shivers when you caress his back. then you rub his biceps, feeling the hard muscles before settling on his pecs. 

he yelps when you pinch his nipple, breaking the kiss. you don’t give him time to think, pushing him back on the couch and removing his shirt. he breathes shakily as you palm his chest and thumb his nipples. a pathetic whine erupts from his throat when you kiss down his jaw, sucking on his tan skin. 

you lick up a stripe on the column of his throat, and his hips buckle up, pushing his needy cock into your warm, clothed cunt. you nip at his sensitive skin, leaving behind patches of wet saliva as you descend down. mingyu grips your ass, pushing your hips down as he grinds his hard cock against your core. 

you finally reach his pecs, littering kisses all over them but then he pulls you away, causing you to pout and whine. he matches your frustration, whining about his cock. “please, i need to feel you.” you huff, discarding your pants hastily and he does the same. you stop him when he tries to take off his boxers and he looks at you confusedly. 

confusion turns into neediness when your hands wrap around his cock, freeing it, but you leave the boxers on. his veiny, hard cock rests heavily in your hands as you push aside underwear, guiding his cock inside it. but you don’t let him inside you, instead resting his cock against your cunt, and the thin material of your panty is stretched by cock. he moans, feeling the cloth pressed against his aching tip. his eyes roll back, feeling your arousal coat the underside of his dick when you grind against him. 

you resume where you left off, sucking hickies on his pecs. mingyu lets you take charge, lazily grinding against your wet cunt. his mind goes blank, and his nerves fire up with the need to be inside you. your warmth is driving him crazy, and he can only whine as you move against him, his tip stimulated by the material of your panties. 

mingyu moans loudly when you wrap your lips around his nipples. your tongue flicks at the hardening bud, sucking hard on it. your hand plays with his other nipple, pinching and probing at it. the sensation throws him off the edge, and he completely loses it. whining, he moves his hips at a faster pace. you release his nipple with a wet pop, only to suck on the other. 

your wetness coats most of the underside of his dick now, but you’re still dripping. you whine against his nipple as mingyu grinds faster, and your pussy throbs against his length. with a bite to his bud, you pull away, gripping his shoulders and grinding back against him. 

he rests his head on your neck, biting down on your skin to stop his whining. but it’s fruitless as he humps you faster, feeling his orgasm building up. you tug on his hair, pulling his head back to kiss him. you lick into his mouth, kissing him deeper and grinding down harder. 

he breaks when you bite his lower lip, immediately cumming with a loud groan. his large hands lock behind your back, pressing you down, which causes the material to stretch over his tip. the pearls of cum oozing out his slit gather at one spot before oozing out the cloth as well. you groan in unison at the lewd sight, and you rub the cum, spreading it and rubbing his sensitive tip. 

pulling him out, you rest against his chest and sigh. feeling sated even though you didn’t cum. he chuckles, and his chest reverberates at the action, causing you to look up at him with a smile. “what?” you kiss the corner of his lips. 

“no wonder you’ve been ogling my tits for the past few weeks. you could’ve just asked, y’k?” he smirks, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, and you flush. so, he did notice. your cunt throbs again, and you gulp, feeling shy under his gaze. like you didn’t just suck his tits. 

“caught you red-handed?” he brushes his lips against yours, one hand resting at the base of your neck and the other caressing your hips. you pinch your eyes shut, hiding in his chest, and he chuckles again. “i don’t mind, baby. you can be loud about your fantasies.”

he drums his fingers on your ass, humming, and you practically feel his smirk. cocky bastard. you huff, opening your mouth to make a sassy comment, but instead, you yelp when he moves under you quickly. he lays on the couch and repositions you over his face. 

you gasp, feeling his warm breath hit your wet cunt. he presses a kiss over your panties, and you have to grip the couch to not lose balance and end up suffocating him. “you fulfilled your wishes. now it’s time for mine.” he whispers against your core, smirking up at you. 

his wish? having you suffocate him with your cunt as he laps at your juices. (and that’s the only thing that has been running through his mind, watching you work out in the damn spandex pants.)

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia

[rux363]

"He was, unfortunately, very handsome."

This one's a real interesting prompt because I overthink this a lil too much - but here’s what I have for this year's KaiShin One Prompt Challenge!

Please do check out how everyone has gone about with the prompt at @dcmkkaishinevents! And once again, thank you mac for organising it!

Thoughts on it under the cut!

Right. Okay. I really struggled with this one. Not only in terms of time constrains (it's been a really busy time) but also because the prompt is reaallllly interesting. Like super interesting that I just jumped onto to join the event because I wanted to challenge myself (been in a slump lately and this prompt was screaming at me) and I was latching on real hard to something here:

Shinichi and Kaito look alike. So alike that Kaito has gotten mistaken as Shinichi before, and he has used it to his advantage too.

How do I use the prompt, while also remembering that they would look the same? I thought about going the crack route, as seen below:

Kaito: He is, unfortunately, very handsome ??: ... don't you guys look exactly the same? [Narcissist much?] K: oh. Right

But I wasn't up for it. I tried thinking about the idea of one of them looking like an absolute dork (affectionately), and then the line - but it kept feeling wrong to me, because I feel like that would be attractiveness. Handsome is too much of a physical word for me.

As Faith (@indelibleme) says, "this prompt is more for the "damn he's hot" type of vibe lol" - which is absolutely true.

So it's something about the physical appearance. Or at least that's what I want to focus on. But they look the same. (Kinda. You get the idea)

And then, it hit me. What if we make it so that Kaito likes Shinichi - everything from his intelligence to his appearance, and it's not because he looks like Kaito - he doesn't feel attracted to himself duh - but it's because it's how Shinichi looks. Kaito just happens to look like him. And is pining after him in the mirror.

Like. Does that even make sense? Probably. I don't know And right after that thought, I had that image of Kaito looking at the mirror and seeing Shinichi.

AND THEN THAT ONE FIC THAT POPPED UP IN MY HEAD KEPT REVOLVING IN MY HEAD WHENEVER I THINK OF THIS BECAUSE IT IS ABSOLUTELY NAILING IT I JUST HAD TO HUNT IT DOWN AGAIN yea. Here's the link to it: the only victim of these innocent crimes (is me) by dytabytes - it's an explicit fic so 18+ only and please read the tags and summary. I guess this drawing is an ode to that fic because when I went back to reread it, the premise really hit all the right spots.

Anyways, again, Kaito and Shinichi has their similarities, and they also have differences. This is just one route I went and m quite happy with what I have.

There was going to be an exposition and conclusion that used the prompt more explicitly, featuring the crack portion, before what I have - but time and energy. I am lacking of them.

If you have read uptil here - seriously thank you and have a good day/night/whatever time is a social construct haha

[hisui-dreamer]

ode to the spontaneous eel

Pairing: Floyd Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: though he came off as intimidating, you quickly learned how much warmth he held

Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic hehe, reader is a simp for floyd

Word count: 604

Notes: double posting!!! eel birthday fics let's goo!

yes it's been a few days but im still celebrating (⁠ﾉ⁠≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ ⁠ﾐ⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

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Your lover has a tendency to grow bored easily, leading to the abandonment of activities that had previously caught his interest. His mood swings are like the changing seasons, each one bringing a new facet of his personality into focus. Yet, there's an endearing quality in his restlessness, a constant quest for novelty that keeps your relationship dynamic and exciting. Despite the occasional frustration, you’ve learned to appreciate the spontaneity that he brings into your lives, knowing that the next adventure is just around the corner.

Your lover’s protectiveness is a steadfast presence, an unwavering shield that surrounds you in both sunshine and storm. In the face of adversity, he stands tall, ready to defend with a fierce determination that sends a clear message to any who dare threaten you. Remarkably, you've never sensed a hint of fear tearing through him. Nestled in his warm and tight embrace, you discover solace and reassurance, understanding that, while he can wield formidable strength when necessary, he approaches you with a delicate touch, treating your heart as though it were the most precious of treasures.

Your lover possesses a charming childlike quality that adds a touch of innocence to his intimidating exterior. There's a playfulness to him that often manifests in the most unexpected moments. His ability to switch from seriousness to childlike wonder is incredibly endearing, like watching someone rediscover the joy of simple pleasures and curiosities. Whether he's enthusiastically exploring a new interest or playfully teasing those around him, there's an infectious energy that lights up the room. In those moments, you find yourself captivated by the genuine, unfiltered joy he radiates.

Your lover can be surprisingly tender in moments that catch you off guard. He has this endearing habit of always being ready to run up to you for hugs. His arms wrap around you with a sincerity that transcends his usual aloofness, and in those moments, the world seems to fade away, leaving only you within his warm hold. You’d be lying if you said you disliked the hug attacks that come from him throughout the day.

Your lover’s eccentric genius never ceases to amaze you. Witnessing his remarkable achievements when he dedicates himself to a task is a testament to the depth of his genius. Yet, you've also observed that when motivation wanes, his performance falters. In those moments, his intellectual prowess shines even brighter, revealing the untapped reservoirs of his mind. Endearingly, he has every one of your likes and dislikes committed to memory, a clear indication of the potential for incredible success. Content to be by his side, you play a role in providing the motivation he needs to persist, knowing that with your support, his brilliance can continue to flourish.

You love how his forgetfulness allows you to see him in his true, mystical form. Sometimes, it's subtle, with his human ear transforming into delicate bluish fins. Other times, the enchantment is more profound, catching you off guard as you discover him too late—his human legs seamlessly morphing back into the sinuous beauty of his long eel tail. Though they may be troublesome, you find yourself treasuring these moments where you can admire his full beauty, though you do keep some transformation poems on hand just in case.

In the tapestry of your love, every strand is a contradiction, a juxtaposition of lazy charm and frenetic enthusiasm. It's the unpredictability that keeps the flame of passion burning brightly. He is a living kaleidoscope of emotions, a symphony of contradictions that you hold dear with every rhythmic beat of your heart

Your lover, is none other than Floyd Leech.

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[0lshadyl0]

welcome back ! Hope you’re doing ok !

would it be ok I request the bad ending for boa ; with the darling being to sold the celestial dragon (I’m curious to see what would happen 👀) please

Yandere reaction of s/o bought by a Celestial Dragon [THE BAD ENDING]

Thanks for the warm welcome!

Warning:

the following post contains graphic descriptions of abuse and violence of various kinds, as well as sexual abuse and/or mutilation among other horrible things, by reading this you are aware and take responsibility for any psychological damage that affects you, you are warned (so I don't want people complaining or little kids yelling on my blog, by the way, what the hell are you doing here?, go away! MDI)

Well, here we will continue with the same scenario from the previous post (link here, get used to spam because I love to make references to posts I've already made) where everyone will do a raid to save Hancock's beloved and end once and for all the tyranny of those celestial dragons

But before that happens, we have to go back a little in time to glimpse the miseries that have happened to s/o after being bought by a celestial dragon, since in this case luck is not on your side and everything bad that you think is going to happen happens

After being dragged to Mary Geoise against your will with a bomb chained to your neck to prevent you from escaping, the ordeal begins and believe me it will be an ode to the pain and misery that you will experience firsthand

If these people had no mercy on Koala when she was a young and innocent girl, much less will they have mercy on you, a grown and obviously attractive woman (you are Boa Hancock's lover, you can't be ugly, no matter how you look, if you caught the attention of the pirate empress, you will obviously catch the attention of these bastards)

Beatings will be your daily bread when they, men to be more specific, get bored, (believe me, it will be faster than you think), of admiring your beauty, and by admiring, you, me, even the neighbor know that they will rape all possible orifices to desecrate, or some celestial dragon women envy how you look better than them and will make sure that you can never be called a beauty again in the near future

You will be forced to do maid work while being sexually abused in full view of everyone for the sick amusement of these people, don't you dare bleed even if they are tearing you apart internally (because obviously they are going to choose much bigger partners than you so you can really feel it, but it's not your pleasure they are after, it's your pain, that's what get them off), bleeding means more torture and please don't forget to smile all the time, you have to be grateful to them for how well they are treating you.

When it is already noticeable that your body is no longer useful for their entertainment and you are no longer considered a beautiful woman (no one ends up pretty after constant beatings and mistreatment to which you have been subjected), you will be sent to fight so that you can serve at least as a punching bag and prize to the winner of the turn, if you are lucky after the beating you will be raped again and here you will be allowed to cry, the ugly thing will be if they are given the freedom to do what they want with you, many of those fighters are not even well fed and you are fresh meat, I hope you are not too attached to your limbs, you may lose one

If you are still alive, either because your will to live is high or because this is simply One Piece and dying is not as easy as it seems in the series, you will be taken to forced labor, either so you can work like the other slaves or to be their entertainment

Without going into further detail (since I have ideas but they would be better for a fic or drabble) you will no longer be the darling that Boa fell in love with, since the celestial dragons will have taken away from you everything from your virtue, through your mental and physical health until ending with parts of your body (which you will be basically 70% person, in the sense that you may no longer have eyes, you may be missing an arm and a leg, your intimate area looks like a cave where a civil war occurred, things like that)

When the Pirate Empress finds you, you'll either be on the verge of death or begging for it. In fact, the latter hurts more, since you'll be begging your beloved to please end your misery, and Hancock, understanding what you've been through and seeing how much they've hurt you (how cruel those sons of **** were to you), with tears in her eyes and her soul being torn apart every second, out of love, she'll take your life and send you to rest forever while the poor woman gains yet another trauma

After an agonizing scream that sounds like that of a demon or a banshee, the pirate empress will go into berserker mode and kill everything that gets in her way, there are no friends or allies in her eyes, there is only pain and she will continue to fight until she is knocked out (which will be almost impossible at that point) or because she dies spontaneously from broken heart syndrome, since we all know how emotional she is, losing her darling is basically dying for her.

[dootznbootz]

Hello. I honestly don't know how to prep this but uh, why do I feel like MM's Circe had so much potential? Like, MM did the lazy thing that is "making Circe's life a living shit show because that's the only way her actions would be justified" which... Is the annoying thing most modern interpretations do.

One good example would actually be EPIC: The musical. But in EPIC it only works because Circe isn't exactly a vocal point. And Circe having a motive plays into a pretty big theme of the show (Specifically in the song "Monster" where Odysseus is basically just... Contemplating everything)

But when you have 400 paged book, focusing around Circe, you have so much potential to focus more on the godly elements of these people. Someone else has said this before but ama say it too. The Greek gods had REASONS for acting the way they did. Zeus misused his power, that's what a king does. Artemis's wrath was unmatched when you wronged her, that's how nature is. Hades took a young girl from her mother, that's what death does.

And I'd like to add some of my own.

Aphrodite is a completely morally gray character, that's how love can be, it can go againts you sometimes. Dionysus was all over the place, sometimes good sometimes terrible, that's what madness is. Hermes is swift and a trickster because that's what people we deem 'messengers' can be like, via rumours.

When you notice these complexities to the characters, you start to realize. Circe misused her magic on innocent people for entertainment, that's what black/evil magic does. But at the same time, she helped Odysseus. Because even evil magic, or the 'worst possibilities' can be useful sometimes.

I think it is SUCH a missed opportunity MM didn't focus more on this aspect. Because that would've made for such an interesting story an unique story. Most of these modern retellings try to push modern ideologies on ancient works, which doesn't work. No retelling tries to tell these stories in a ancient Greek perspective (which is actually fairly easy you just have to do your research)

And with an author as skilled as MM is, I'm sure she could do it. But honestly, I don't think her writing is good in the perspective of Greek mythology. She could probably do a great modern story but let's face it, that wouldn't get as much money.

A story focusing around a goddess, and what it means to be a divine personification of nature and a concept, not to you but to the humans you exist for.You can really focus a lot on that and it could be such an interesting story.

All of these writers to me just seem like they're exploiting Greek mythology, which bugs me. If miller wanted to tell these stories, she would've told THE stories with her own twist. Not completely change them to the point they lose their charm.

If miller couldn't do that, if she wanted to write a complex feminist character she wouldn't have chosen Circe.

Something I really admire in your work is how you characterize these guys. It's obvious you're extremely passionate. I also love how you give Penelope clear flaws. You don't have to mortify everyone else to make her 'stand out' or to be 'more likable'. I really love your fic and I'm wishing you nothing but success in the future! :D

Anyways, enough about MM's book.

What do you think is one of Penelope's favorite little quirks od Odysseus', like something he does she finds really cute? :)

I hope you find pretty flowers today and get a sweet for free, dear anon. This ask made me so happy as it's like, perfect. As you gave a Circe rant that will be fun to dissect but also gave me a silly lil question for me to feast on and for the balance and the silly and I love it. You also sent it at the perfect time as I was getting a wee bit sad about how women from Greek Mythology get treated by retellings and fandoms. This really cheered me up 🩵

And thank you so much for the sweet compliment! It means so much to me that you love my silly lil guys as I love sharing them! And don't worry I am working on stuff! ;~; I know I'm taking a while but I am!

I'll do the cute stuff Penelope loves about Odysseus :P

(I do have them "mirror" each other a lot with "like-minded" so they often have SOME similar traits in some ways that both find endearing about the other. (both love watching the other brainstorm/think/swindle/winning/etc., both love (and are sometimes annoyed by) their stubbornness.) Stuff like that :D Also in general. Thank you, Anon. You've made me realize I've been going a wee bit too crazy with Penelope and kind of forgot about Odysseus.

1.) This is a past post that goes into it more but she just adores his freckles. She has counted them and memorized them. She's going to kiss every single one. He mostly has them on his face and shoulders but they are peppered a lil everywhere (he gets it from his mama). She uses the freckle pattern he has across his nose as "stars" for her tapestries.

Rando: Hey, that's not how the stars are mapped. Penelope: They're my stars, asshole >:(

She has to do a "recount" when he returns as some of his "stars" are covered by scars now :')

2.) She loves his hair and how well-groomed he usually is. He also is a bit like a cat in how he loves being pampered. (lil post about that) She loves scratching at his scalp and at the tiny hairs that are at the back of the neck. She loves the pretty grays he has when he returns as well :') She really loved how he looked without and with a beard. (It doesn't end up growing too long anyway)

3.) He's very warm. She's not really affected by temperature too much (she's used to freezing rivers and she herself is naturally cold. Her average temperature is colder than the average person. She only really has to worry about "drying up".) she loves his warmth. She wraps herself up in blankets while he's gone despite not really needing them sometimes as...she misses her furnace. (also his snoring) He also wraps himself in her blankets while away but sadly wakes up to them tossed about because he gets too hot. He needs his lil iceblock wife.

4.) She just adores his big laugh. The laughing so hard you cry one. Hearing it was kind of a "...Okay, I wanna hear that again." for her.

5.) He tends to bite his lip. Sometimes it's endearing and hot but he also will often rip at them. She tries to help him with this habit by distracting with kisses...Though with her teeth, it doesn't always help. Fun fact: For their first kiss on the lips, they were so stupid excited that he knicked himself on her teeth. She felt awful but he just kissed her again. It was bloody and bad but they were so happy. His bad habit returns when he's away because he's not getting his kisses 😔

6.) He whistles while he whittles often.

7.) So ancient Greece had yo-yos (probably in Odyssey but I'm getting silly with it)...and Odysseus is a nerd who WILL do tricks with them. (they can be made with wood and string so... odypen lol) He has fun trying to show other people how to do it too. It's a nice fidget. (modern day he would have definitely been that guy with that rubix cube lol)

8.) So Penelope is better at getting more for less, (lowering prices) and Odysseus is better at giving less for more. (selling shit for good things) They both can do it but they have their strengths.

9.) He got big eyebrows and with his weird "face shifting" thing he inherited from Autolycus, he can make a lot of silly faces.

10.) He tends to make sandcastles whenever he waits for her at the banks of rivers.

11.) He's a "heavy stepper" when he's not sneaking. It's not because of his scar. He just likes walking like that. :) Not so much "stompy" but she finds it cute that she knows it's him coming based on the footsteps she hears.

Some things that annoy her >:3

She's incredibly ticklish and he's not so much and he keeps doing it. STOP IT >:(

So she's smaller than him in mine and in general, he loves draping himself across her (he's like a cat remember?). Most of the time she loves that weight as she loves him and he's a warm weighted blanket. Though while she's strong, he'll sometimes be a brat and put so much of his weight on her just to mes with her. (mostly when they're young and dumb. not so much after he returns)

(Not this big of a size difference ofc but you know >:) )

Those are some and I have more rattling around in my head but I wanna finish this ask and I gotta do some shit :')

Thank you again, Anon. This made me happy <3

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Title: we'll always have paris   Author: itscometothis Rating: G Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 5,000 Summary: Hermione Granger needs a refuge and she finds it in a sweet coffeeshop owned by an elderly woman with a vast array of tea and delectable pastries. Only Hermione isn't prepared to learn who exactly is baking the treats providing her solace. An ode to tea, pastries, and the magic of a coffeeshop. Yes, it's a trope, and we love it! Did you want Draco Malfoy sporting a man-bun while baking delectable pastries that melt the Golden Girl's heart? Of course you did.

[cutiedwaekki]

domectic dwaekki

—hold me i'm your bunny

Bang chan x changbin

summary : changbin's new life as a house-husband

contain : weight-gain , tight clothes , breaking furniture

A/n : started as a random idea , ended up as a short fic

Enjoy ♡

(≡・x・≡)

In a quiet neighborhood, in the heart of a bustling city, lived Chan and Changbin, who had just sealed their love with the sacred bonds of marriage.

Their union was an ode to modernity, acceptance and unconditional love. After years of innocent flirts in college, of making out sessions at the studio where they both worked that became their places of love, they now stood side by side, ready to face the challenges and savor the joys of married life.

Changbin , with his warm smile and kind heart, had decided to swap his stressful job for that of housekeeper. He had always dreamed of creating a welcoming home, where harmony and happiness would reign. So, on the first morning of their new life as husbands, Changbin proudly donned a pink apron adorned with a pretty pink heart, symbolizing his new mission: to take care of their home and his beloved.

Every day, while Chan went off to work, Changbin devoted himself to household chores. He sang happily as he polished the furniture, did the laundry or cooked delicious meals in their bright kitchen. For him, every act was marked by love and devotion to his husband. Over time, however, Chan began to notice a subtle change in Changbin.

As the months went by, something began to change in their routine. His husband, once athletic and slender, was gradually putting on weight. At first, it was only a few, almost imperceptible kilos. Chan didn't even notice, thinking it was simply due to the fact that spending more time at home meant Changbin ate more and spent less time at the gym. It was normal, after all, for a man who had spent his whole life focusing on his career to have the right to rest!

But as time went by, those tight-fitting shirts became a little tighter, and jeans seemed less flattering. He could see his cheeks getting fuller and fuller, until one day a second chin appeared. Instead of worrying, Chan felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He loved Changbin for his bubbly personality, his humor, his way to care about people. But if before he loved his body because it was another way of seeing each other at any time of day, now he had it at home, singing tunes while cooking in the same apron that was becoming tighter and tighter around his growing belly , he clearly appreciated this view

When he broached the subject with Changbin, the latter replied with a beaming smile: I guess I let myself go a bit, but you don't seem too bothered by it, do you? Chan smiled and gently stroked his cheek and assured him that his love for him was unchanged, no matter his size or shape. As the weeks passed, Chanbgin continued to flourish in his role as househusband. His passion for cooking was reflected in the sumptuous meals he lovingly prepared for Chan. Evenings were filled with laughter, deep conversation and tender embraces. The only difference was that, between two sweet moments, they both discovered the strange fantasies they had about the youngest's expansion.

More like, Chan was discovering that he loved his chubby husband even more.

He wanted to see him eat, enjoy his food, every dish he ate with pleasure as if it were the last of his life. But his favorite thing was when he wore tight clothes, he was so sexy!

Don't tell Changbin, but Chan liked to give him things on the pretext that it was on his way, like "the bakery was having a promotion on unsold goods" or "Jisung asked me to give you this", "Felix said this will suit you"because otherwise his husband, who was too humble, would refuse any kind of present. he still remembered that time when he had given him a letter , confessing his feelings and a box of chocolate accompanied by a rose. Changbin had cried that day and still kept the box of chocolate even though it was empty for years and not the most fancy at all , but for him , this box and this letter was the most beautiful gift that making all dear things superfluous alongside this proof of sincere love

But did he need to know that Chan was offering him clothes and taking them one or two sizes too small on purpose? You'd think Changbin would feel kissed or embarrassed, but he knew Chan, well... he thought his lover meant well but underestimated the weight his lover had put on.

What a fool, Chan analyzed his body in minute detail, he kissed every part of his body at night in their shared bed, he grabbed his belly and shook it, rubbed it, caressed it. He clearly loved this new Changbin.

However, as the weeks went by, Changbin's extra kilos became more and more visible, his belly grew more and more wrinkled against his clothes, his apron became very difficult to tie and it was hard to control his growing belly. He noticed that his walk was starting to change, the kilos were piling up so much that he began to waddle in order to walk properly.

Changbin's clothes became tighter and tighter, and even his kitchen apron began to struggle to contain his body. One day, one weekend among many, the two of them spent the day at home, doing nothing and enjoying each other's company. The two of them were sitting down to breakfast at the kitchen table.

—Jagi, can you fetch me the jam from the cupboard, please? Chan asked with a gentle smile.

Changbin couldn't resist, unaware that it was all a ruse so that Chan could admire his body soaking while he hopped about trying to grab the jar of strawberry jam that Chan had deliberately placed high up. He noticed that his belly was starting to hang over his clothes, but above all that when he had to pick something up, he'd land on the edge of the worktop. In short, such a divine vision sight for Chan.

But as he tried to get up, Changbin felt something strange. A muffled creak echoed through the room, followed by the sound of warping wood. Changbin realized to his horror that he was trapped. His apron was wedged between the back of the chair and his protruding belly. Panicking, Changbin tried to free himself, but to no avail. Chan rushed to his aid, alarmed by the unusual noises from his seat. Seeing the situation, A couldn't help but hold back a wry smile, he's fat as can be he thought.

Without wasting a second, Chan set about reassuring Changbin, expressing his unfailing love with multiple kisses despite the comical situation. Together, they finally managed to free Changbin from his chair. Sitting on the kitchen floor, totally oblivious to why he had to get up in the first place.

—Do you think I've put on weight?

—Binnie, I'd be lying if I said no.

—You're not very delicate with your words

—I'm just telling the truth, love

—Pff, I just want to know if... you like me like this, like I like our life, I like my body but I also like the way you look at me and I don't want that to change.

Chan grasped the importance of this moment, forgetting for a moment that his lover might be suffering from insecurity. He came to sit beside him and hugged him tightly.

—My love, I fell in love with you because of your personality, whether you're fat, skinny, muscular or whatever, you're the one I married and nothing will change that

—...even if I like gaining weight?

— I love you even more, I have more of you to love, more things to hold on to and ride-"

—Stop, you pervert, it's morning! Changbin chuckled, putting a hand in front of Chan to hide his blush.

In the end, the day was off to a good start, despite the incident that had only served to reunite the couple.

(≡・x・≡)

As he entered the room, the enticing aroma of Changbin's baking filled the air. With a smile, he made his way to the kitchen and found Changbin leaning against the counter, waiting for a tray of cookies to cool. Since embracing the role of a house husband, Changbin had put on some weight, his thighs becoming thicker, and developing a slight paunch, which his husband adored. They both welcomed the changes that married life had brought, cherishing the newfound softness.

His face lit up at the sight of his husband. Channie, you're home! he exclaimed, pulling him into a warm hug. Chan couldn't resist wrapping his arms around him, noticing how loose Changbin's apron ties had become. He reminisced about when Changbin first wore the apron, a gift symbolizing his commitment to their new lifestyle, where Changbin took on household chores while Chan worked. Despite Changbin's outward appearance of an alpha male, he was actually bubbly and eccentric, qualities that Chan cherished.

As they pulled away, Changbin placed his hands on Chan's waist, a touch Chan couldn't resist. Chan's hands found their way to Changbin's belly, eliciting a subtle sigh of pleasure. Changbin inquired about Chan's day at work, to which Chan expressed relief at being home in their cozy environment. Meanwhile, Changbin shared his busy day of cleaning and baking, his belly feeling a bit firmer from sampling his own creations.

Chan patted Changbin's belly with a knowing smirk, causing Changbin to blush. Despite his nerves, Changbin admitted to indulging in some taste testing while baking. Chan reassured him, expressing his love for having Changbin well-fed during his absence. He then instructed Changbin to remove his apron, revealing his strained button-up shirt and burgeoning belly.

Feeling embarrassed, Changbin questioned if he had let himself go. However, Chan disagreed, planting a passionate kiss on his lips while caressing his fat belly.

As they embraced, Chan whispered, "I think married life really suits you," affirming their love and contentment with their new lifestyle.

[bluebelleix]

As the sun goes down

Hohoho, guess what guys

Yeah, I think I like the both of them together coughs

At first I make it seem like a joke.. but days passed by and my brain just can't take it anymore and decides to y'know, make them together.

The piece above is mostly related to my previous one where I have this one idea where it's kind of like the Tri-Magic-Athalon but instead of being a final exam for the three schools.. it's a festival!!

The festival is set like during the end of the year so maybe around the setting's around winter and the event is held for maybe a week?

I do plan on making a "fan-fic" of some kind in the future but who knows!!

More on Domina and Claire.. ahem, they make me ill. Something something about them interacting with each other and Claire (unintentionally) helping Domina to live a life od his own after Innocent Zero's arrest.

Yeah I know Mash can help with that.. maybe with cream puffs but this ain't about him unfortunately.

Maybe they can (unintentionally) help each other out like him helping Claire with magic and understanding it better, further improving her capabilities and her helping Domina to just live life a little bit more to make it enjoyable. (I checked his wiki and I see him having no hobby or needing to use money like😭😭)

[mikeellee]

Hope I don't get hate here but ...I'll say: quirkless discrimination is s topic I see many blogs here suggest and mention. "We could have seen more of that" and I ask, why? Stories about heroes rarely focus on non heroes characters.

Plus, the fandom has this idea quirkless are treated like sub humans when we never saw this. What we saw in canon is the author making sure his mc feels miserable.

Look, if Izu was treated badly sole for his lack of quirk...well, why is he treated better once he got ofa? I dont see anyone in ua being treated better and Shoto and Momo have powerful quirks.

Oh right...😒Only the special od specialest boys get such treatment

Izu was called deku before people find out he was quirkless.

Bk hold a grudge against Izu...before knowing he was quirkless.

Guys, it was never his lack of quirk. It was him being saddle with a PoS after another. Izu could have a quirk day 1 and nothing would change.

We wouldn't get interesting stories or plotlines from "quirkless are oppresed", in my humble opinion, bc 1) Hori cant do a single plotline right and doesnt evolve forgive the abuser. 2) mha is already dystopic. Plus quirkless represent 20% of people. Do you really want a story where a hero see a group of quirkless being in danger and walk away? Guys, he doesnt need to like quirkless but saving the civilians is the job description.

"But heroes are corrupt" This is another statement the fandom runs with and makes.so many strange fics. Heroes not saving, in the previous scenario, quirkless would need to be explained a lot more bc the hero would lose his pay check.

Wanna corrupt in the system? Look at UA. Sometimes, corruption is not "evil people killing innocents" sometimes it can be a teacher who expells and is biased against his students for no reason, teacher who is a talking and walking fetish and a principal who is not caring for the safety of his students.

[udaberriwrites]

For the ask game: 3, 7, 13!

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

Details: Characters taking a moment or a beat od silence to gather their thoughts. And commas. Both are things I'm working on xD

But tropes, umm... banter and supportive characters, I think. Even in my angstier pieces, someone is usually reaching out 😄

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

This has been a popular question 😅 I am super proud of my DnD character's bcakstory and what that implies for the place she grew up in, but it'll be a while since that is defined enough to share. Maybe the angsty hanahaki/soulmate mix in Cry for the Innocent, that was fun to write ^_^

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

I have fandoms I used to like and I don't anymore, but I don't think I have tropes I dislike now and loved before. Some I have sort of stopped fixating on, I think? But if I see it in the wild, I'd probably feel nostalgic and re-read it just because 😅

[highlordofkrypton]

joker x batman // little secrets for my soul

Read on AO3.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, Joker is not normally on my radar, but this art was so awesome that I just went with the muse and wrote a thing inspired from it!

(Disclaimer: I didn't exactly follow the 'expects tongue/never been kissed' prompt, so I'm debating doing a SECOND fic following that thought.)

RATING: Explicit (see AO3 link for more tags.)

You can also read below the cut.

“Batsy, Batsy,” sings the madman through a mad grin. “You caught me.”

Fingers search his mouth, they stain with the violent red of his lips—they mar his cheeks with the crimson of his own blood. The Bat hadn’t even flinched when his thumb skirted the tip of his sharpened fangs and he bit down (hard) on the gloves.

He pushes back against the knight, pulling the cowl back, revealing matted hair and a sharp jawline dotted with shadows of imperfection. He takes just as much as he gives, pushing the Bat towards the edge.

No matter the depths, the Bat will find a way to soar, and to catch him.

Wherever he goes, the Bat will find him.

If that isn’t love, then what is?

“Where is it?” The man in the cowl growls, searching his mouth for something. The last time they had crossed paths, the Joker had carried the antidote in his mouth, and the poison, too. It was a new puzzle, of course. Not all his plans are made with a boom and a kiss in mind, some call for finer chemistries.

“Ah domf haf it,” he answers, mouth full of fingers. His tongue slots between the leather of the gloves, tasting the dirt and the grime—the sins that he cannot wash away.

The grip on his jaw is tight, and it squeezes harder to match the sternness of the order: “Open.”

His eyes grow foggy, and his entire body eases. The Joker’s mouth opens, and his tongue spills forth, long and inviting. His entire weight rests on that hand as he leans forward to welcome the Bat further into him.

What do you see, Batsy?

A thousand lives have been crunched between these jaws, trapped in the vice-grip of chaos—of a cause that he needs.

Do you see your city and your people, just as you see me in their fear ?

Love is a careful craft, an insane choice to dedicate his heart, his soul and his whole being to a single person. The sirens that wail and the cries of the innocent are a symphony in the name of Justice, for without him there would be no knights, and no shining armour. The destruction is an ode to the man whose family built this city, and in the chaos is reasoning.

You will always catch me.

In the palm of his hand, Bruce holds every random act of violence, every crime that is committed without reason and he can believe in what he is doing.

The fingers push deeper into his mouth, probing and searching. The index and middle are spread, gliding across the plain of his tongue and pressing down. A moan escapes him as he sinks deeper and deeper—

He is the only thing that stands between the Bat and his abyss. The only thing that keeps him from falling into self-destruction—a single painted finger crooked into the edge of his cape, anchoring him in duty.

Arousal strains his trousers, the velvet masking what would be a wet spot. He presses against it with the heel of his palm, earning a vicious growl.

“Who told you to get off on this?” The Bat is so close, his warm breath curling around him like a soft blanket. Oh, oh, how the Joker would rejoice if the Bat would divest him of these confining clothes, and let him cozy up to the heat of his threats.

The Bat fucks his mouth, ploughing his fingers deep until he gags on them. Just once for effect. Heroes do not take pride in their cruelty, only their poignancy. Saliva bridges the gap between them, glistening on the black leather and hanging from the corner of his mouth.

There is no need to ask for more; more will come.

It comes in the form of a kiss, bruising and vicious, as are all things with them. The Joker offers his tongue, thrusting it into the Bat’s and he is rewarded with teeth. Iron fills his mouth, and when the Bat breaks for air, he spits red.

They’re like petals, he’d told his precious lover once over bloodshed. A trail of petals leading you back to me.

The Bat did not find what he was looking for; his hands have moved to other stretched of skin—the pale column of his neck, the sharp edges of his hips, the bone of his ankle as he forces the Joker onto his back in some flashy move he will never understand.

The grin on his face never leaves, just like the scowl makes a permanent home on the Bat’s face. (Here, they have no identities. Here, they are Chaos and a Cause.) He lays on his back, arching and stretching like a cat. He feels like he has slept all day, and now, it is time to play.

“Take off your clothes.”

“No,” the Joker answers quickly, coquettish in his defiance. “Take them off for me, Batsy.” He flutters his lashes at the man.

“Listen to me,” he growls, face pressed against the Joker’s cheek.

They tread a fine line; the Joker would stop, if the Bat truly meant it.

The problem is: the Batman needs this.

“No,” the Joker hums, proud of his antics.

The Bat’s touch grows more frantic as the Joker becomes more sure of himself. His anger trickles through, leaving red angry marks on white, white flesh. The buttons of his shirt come undone with repeated ‘pop, pop, pop’s, scattering across the floor haphazardly just the way the Joker likes it. His belt is released with a metallic clink—a worn old thing from a life they will not talk about—and tied messily around his wrists. He could easily free himself, but he does not want to.

His pants are yanked down, a harsh demand that leaves red trails across his ass where the Bat’s gloves had scratched against him. Only the good parts are exposed, the parts that matter.

The Bat does not touch his cock. His pleasure means less than his vulnerability; he lays beneath the Dark Knight, half-clothed and at his mercy. The Joker writhes beneath him, trying to get some attention on his erection or on his nipples, whichever seems more interesting. His petty tricks fail, and his silent request is ignored.

“What about me, baby?” The Joker pouts.

There is a reward to be given for catching Gotham’s most notorious, and the Bat hears nothing of a villain’s desires. He shuffles forward, straddling the Joker and unzips his uniform just enough to unsheath his cock.

“Oh, yes,” the Joker moans. What a beautiful, wonderous gift. Tonight is a good night.

“Open,” he orders, and the Joker can only yield to such a kind request.

He shoves it into that forest of fangs, the thrill slithering up his spine and sending ripples of gooseflesh across his skin. Each thrust is piqued with a grunt, and the wet squelching sounds of fucking. He shifts his rhythm so that it aligns with the Joker’s breathing on every other beat, forcing him to choke on his cock. His thrusts are angry and frustrated, even moreso than when he doesn’t catch his prey.

It always end like this: the two of them together, one way or another.

He fucks him in long and forceful thrusts, stopping only when the Joker’s nose is buried in his perfectly trimmed pubic hair, breathing in the scent of him in short staccatos. The Bat watches him grip his belt, and waits until he bucks his hips in a complaint for air.

And then, he starts again.

He fucks the Joker in hopes of smothering the clever glint in his eyes, and the sharp knowledge that he isn’t the one in control.

I caught you because you wanted me to.

Because you wanted this.

His hips snap quicker now, craving the warm, wet heat of the Joker’s mouth. His lipstick is smudged, worse than usual, by the glisten of saliva. He looks better this way, wet with his precome.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, his fucking seems to sing.

Teeth narrow around his hardness, and the Batman hooks his thumb into the Joker’s mouth, ensuring that he obeys. He swears that the Joker is grinning at him, even with his mouth full.

The climb towards ecstacy should be a miserable one—it should deter him from doing something so desperate and debased, but it’s easy. Euphoria is a free-fall, all he needs to do is step

off

the edge.

The Bat groans, coming inside the Joker’s mouth with little care for the other man.

Yet, the Joker drinks him in willingly. His mouth is a cradle, welcoming everything that he has to give and suckling at the shame that looms within the Bat. Salty, bitter and sweet, their secrets take on many shapes.

The Joker hollows his cheeks, trying to keep the Bat inside him. When the wonderful, and delectable member is withdrawn from him, he holds his tongue out, tip to tip, and stealing one last taste of him.

The weight of the Batman disappears, and the Joker eyes him curiously as he tucks himself away. No, no, that will not do. He turns onto his hands and his knees, wiggling his ass in his heart’s direction.

“A little something for me?”

(Who is he kidding? That was all for him.)

“This was a mistake,” the Bat glowers at him from above.

“It could be the best mistake you ever made, Batsy. You know what they say. A hole is a hole, but some are better than others.”

The Bat schools his expression and pulls the cowl back on.

“Bruce,” Jack says, his voice low and serious. “I am the reason you get up in the morning. Do not forget that.” The mask slips back on, and he laughs. He laughs and laughs, and laughs, until the song of his laughter is the only thing that fills the Bat’s mind.

***

The suit hangs in a neat little row with all the other ones, a kaleidoscope of purples. A little note hangs on the neck of the hanger, a reminder to sew all the buttons back on. The sound of water running in the only thing that fills his modest apartment, along with the occasional splashes.

Red and white pool and swirl in the porcelain sink, washed away with the rest of the night’s events. He scrubs himself clean, inspecting the finger-shaped bruises on his jaw and the hickies on his throat. He washes out the green in his hair, rinsing just enough so it doesn’t stain his sheets.

Perfect.

He pads quietly into bed, slipping his arm around the scarred trunk of a man.

“Feel better?” Jack asks with a hum.

“Mm,” Bruce grunts.

Tomorrow, he will get up and do it all over again. He has planned a meticulous little heist, one that will take Bruce across the city and back, and it starts right in the middle of an investor’s meeting.

There is nothing he will not do for him;

He will get up and kill things, or people, because it’s what Bruce needs.

He is the Cat and Bruce is his precious little mouse.

I really didn't mean to do that "expects tongue/never kissed" dynamic life just led me there

[vivilove-jonsa]

He couldn’t say when it began.

Jon had always known she was beautiful. Such knowledge was innate, like taking your first breath. Sansa was the focal point of any room. He didn’t know enough to look away. Not until she’d had her first slumber party.

Games of Innocence on ao3

A little pic set for @ode-to-an-inkwell​ ‘s sweet, naughty and hot series  🔥 ❤️ 

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

A kept woman

Masterlist

Summary: August deserves a reward for all his hard work in the cia. He was on the front lines protecting the national security of the nation, so a little waitress wasnt too much to ask for.. was it?

Warnings: obsessive behaviour, dark!August, kidnapping, spying, swearing, hints at captivity/Stockholm syndrome, hint of bdsm, dark fic.

A/n: well what can i say? I tried to make a drabble below 1000 words, lost track of the wordcount and here we are 😅😅 i hope you enjoy a little ark auggie though~

Free the typos! Not beta read so please ignore the typos.

 

Wordcount: 1445 (nailed it 😅😅)

It was wrong, he shouldnt do it. But he had, and couldnt deny the sense of pride and excitment he had. He was the hero, the white knight who came barreling in to the scene with his polished shoes and 200 horse power to rescue the innocent princess from her fate.

Okay maybe it wasnt that pretty, and there was a chance you didnt feel rescued yet. But you would! He just had to get you home and tie you to something and explain a few things.

August sighed as you tried to scream through your gag again and kicked out at the back of his seat. Though he bearly felt it. One, this was a Bentley;  a good quality car with sturdy padded seats. And two, noone can kick that hard with legs tied at the ankle, knee and thigh... god he hopes ou dont get rope burn, nothing would send him rabid then to see the red rope marks on your supple sking. The indents of a tight binding always made him a sexual savage, salivating at the sight of innocence bareing the twisted marks of rope.

He tried not to think about it. It'd do no good trying to calm his new kitten whilst having a raging hardon. Youd get the wrong impression and think he was going to rape you or somthing stupid. He loved you, he wouldnt hurt you; if anything you should be happy. Ecstatic even! Youd never have to work yourself to exhaustion again. Never worry about bills and rent or that disgusting lowlife youd paired up with. Youd live like a queen, august would give you a better life then anyone else. He wont hit you. He wont con you. He just wants to love you.

"Hush sweet girl, your fine, everything is going to be perfect you'll see. Im rescuing you" he uttered throwing a glance at you only to grunt, eyes locking on the plain soft looking panties that were now on display as your skirt was now tucked around your hips from you squirming. He gripped the steering wheel tighter making the leather creak.

"Oh look at you~ such a naughty little thing hmm? Is this really the time to be teasing me? When your helpless and scared?  bratty? Honestly, you cant even wait until we get home?" He spoke without thinking, smirking and releasing a low growl as he repositioned his rear veiw mirror to drink in your delectable form. Only to shudder as another muffled cry came from your lips, and you wriggled your bottom trying to coax the skirt back over yourself again. the scene made his cock swell. His need for you had become too much.

"Come now little one hush, we are almost home. Everything will be better when we are home" he offered calmly trying to ignor the raor od blood in his ears as his body began toghtening. It was takjng everything in him not to stop the car and scoop you into hos arms and just hold you for a whole. He wanted to ease your panic and sooth you. To comfort you, he never wanted you to fear him. Respect, love and obey. But never fear.

You were the girlfriend... ex girlfriend of a low life with a growing pill habbit. Working all the hours under the sun just to feed your boyfriends habit. Not that you knew that, the scummy bastard ha been telling you the rent was going up. And up. And up. It hadnt, the boyfr;ex had been useing your hard earned money for pills.

But you being the innocent little girl you were trusted him and made sure to up your hours to provide and keep the shitty roof over your head. August had found it strange that you were at the little diner from 5am to 9pm almost everyday. He made sure to leave you bigger tips during his undercover surveillance of the phone box across the road used by the cartel that owned the seedy bar next to it.

He hadnt exactly minded sitting in the diner all day poseing as a accountant sippjng surprisingly decent coffee staring athis 'work laptop'. Especially when he'd done a background search on everyonenin the place. Youd stuck out like a sore thumb, hed expected to see bad grades, high school drop out little slapper with maybe one or two kids and a dead beat husband with a drink problem who refuses to work because of some made up injury he got ten years ago in the forces or some shit.

Instead he found a smart woman whod just had bad luck. Kicked out from her 'god fearing' purity police parents for having an iud. You had excellent grades a degree in business management; which you were pressured into by your god squad parents. But now was stuck in a dead end job, paying off student loans, keeping a roof over your head whislt trying to create a nest egg to pay for a spot on the wall of a local well to do art gallery in the city.  Thats right, his polite little waistress was an artist, a sweet little painter. To say he was surprised you wasnt an aspiring influencer was an understatement.

It was when august saw your so called lover grasping you by the hair and shaking you violently behinde the juke box where he thought no one would see. Thatthe agent had taken more nottice of you. Your whimpers of fear and tiny yelps had moved him.

He'd watched closer, observes the bruises and grazes more carefully and made small talk. He'd sneered at anyone else who aproached him. He only wanted to be served by you. As the weeks went on he couldnt stop thinking about you and your situation. He could help. He needed to help you, protect you! If only youd ask him to. He'd sweep you up and carry you off into the night like a phantom.

He was well aware of his obsession,  but he didnt care. Dreams of you by his side safe and happy. Greeting him at the door after a hards days work with a huge grin and random paint smugdges over your face whislt holding up your latest masterpiece for him to see. He wanted you, he wanted to keep you. You were to precious for him to ignore. You needed him, and he deserved you, after everything he has done for the country he deserved having a little wife waiting at home for him. And so he decided to claim his reward.

He made a studio for you, all the paints and brushes you could ever want! He cleared every single piece of art from his walls to encourage you to paint, he wanted you to fill his home with your art. And live a luxurious life of a kept woman.

August smiled as his home finally came into veiw. A large glass and dark wood monolith perched on a rocky outcrop over looking a large private lake completely claoked in twenty five acres of thick forrest. He had been particular about this place. This was off the record, his retirement plan with everything he could ever want, from gym to sauna, steam room to wine cellar, dungeon and spa, he even had a panic room and mini bunker two levels below ground built into the rock.

"Now now dont fuss, we are home love. Now lets get you settled." He preened as you cried louder when the world became dark as he pulled into the underground garage. August was quick to remote lock the garage, then without further ado he plucked you from the back seat and carried you off into the house.

It would take time before you came arohnd to him again, but once you were settled and had spent a few weeks here in your little studio and realised he will take care of everything and you had absolutely nothing to fret about youd love it. And thats when he can woo you. He estimated in around three months time youd happily follow him into the dungeon for some playtime. Untill then he will just have to be patient with you.

[raggedy-dxctor]

dating steven grant headcanons

pairing(s): steven grant x gn!reader

warnings: none, the fic is just fluffy lovesick steven :]

at first he's so nervous and flustered around you, but after a while he's nothing but comfortable and relaxed, he has moments of nerves and jumpiness of course, but seeing you always helps ground him

the absolute best at hugs, he just. smells and feels like hugging a piece of hea en itself, being in his arms is home

often gives you his shirts and jumpers because he knows they'll remind you of him

would literally collapse on the spot if you shared his passion for egyptology or expressed interest in wanting to learn

has a habit of playing with your fingers absentmindedly while he works or watches a film

helps you sleep by rubbing shapes into your arm and softly whispering the stories of your favourite ancient myhs

i feel like it's very mixed on who wakes up first, there's not really a pattern to it, it's just whoever stirs from sleep first. if it's steven, he'll creep out of bed and come back a few minutes later with a fresh coffee and breakfast for you, placing it on the side and kissing you on the forehead to wake you up. "g'morning, love" "mornin' steven". but if it's you, you'll leave him to sleep, knowing full well that he needs thw rest more than anything, but that doesn't mean you're not ready to suprise him with a black coffee and breakfast. "morning hun" "g'morning love, thanks for letting me sleep in, i really needed that"

his absolute favourite thing to do is sit and watch super old, cheeesy movies with you. the two of you cuddled up on the sofa, under his favourite thick and fluffy blanket, with a giant bowl od popcorn balancing on your legs as you giggle away at the film, occasionally stealing glances at eachother

the absolute highlight of his day is when you visit him at the museum, suddenly being steven of the gift shop isn't a bad thing because for those few hours he's your steven the giftshop-ist. it's those few hours of his shifts that nothing else in the universe matters, karen stays away to avoid the earful you'd give her and only the occasional guest interrupts to inquire about an item.

honestly, if you were together before the events of the show, i tewl like he'd tell you about marc as soon as he figured it out, he feels safe telling you and knows you'll try your hardest to help and understand, plus he has a strange feeling that marc is comfortable with you knowing, despite never hearinf the words outloud

big flower giver. i feel like he can very accurately guess your favourites flower after like the second date and suprises you with them all the time from then o . "holy shit steven! these are my favourite, how did you know?!" he just innocently shrugs and acts dumbfounded "dunno love, maybe i just had a hunch"

i feel like once he actually has time to dedicate to honing his skills, he's a brilliant cook

sometimes, if you pretend to be asleep and he wakes up and starts his usual qake you up routine, you'll hear him talking to gus about you. "they're brilliant gus, looking at them over there, they're... they're the one..." "i love them so much gus, i swear they grow more and more perfect everyday" "i can't believe how lucky i am gus! gods im so in love with y/n" he sounds so giddy everytime it just makes your heart melt

speaking of giddy, he gets so giddy after every kiss, even if he initiated it

sometimes you'll just catch him staring at you from the other side of the room as he gives you a fond smile, beckoning you over to him and outstretching his arms to signal a hug

[mae-i-scribble]

Random thoughts on the orv epilogue part 4/??? AKA: why I will forever believe orv ends happily.

You see a lot of different interpretations of what happens after that hospital door opens, and rightfully so since that’s literally what the authors intend for us to do as readers. After scrolling through all available pages of fanfic for kdj/yjh I noticed that you tend to see imaginings that lean towards that happy ending, even with struggles along the way. Every now and again you’ll see a sort of “bad ending” fic that just dives head first into that depressing what if of kdj never coming back, or coming back but never to be the same. While these are fine and dandy, power to those who write them, personally a happy ending where kdj does come back (if not whole nearly enough to say he truly is whole) and lives his life happily with everyone in the end just fits better with the emotional strokes of orv’s writing.

Orv is about a lot of things, its incredibly fast paced giving us a convoluted plot and numerous characters to meet and watch grow or impact the narrative, its a meta thematic novel on epic proportions. But to me, really and truly, orv is a story about love and is in it of itself a love letter to every story. From the get go orv is a celebrator of stories and their importance to people, the hope and love and power they give people. It’s a narrative paying homage to any and all narratives before it, for their flaws and their triumphs. Beyond stories though, orv is about the love between people, no matter what label is applied, involving each and every one of the cast.

It’s about how kdj, through all his bluster and unreliable narration, can barely remember what it is to give or receive love, or what it means to be genuine, that he’s left fumbling constantly, met with problems his emotional intelligence cannot parce out. About how jihye and the kids become a trio of their own, all them far too young in a world that has made them adults, and how jihye fights to preserve the small spark of innocence those kids have. About how when hyunsung has to save heewon from her own demon he says that he will bear her wrath on behalf of the world, even if it means literally melting as he pushes through her flames to cover her with his steel shields. It’s Jung Heewon falling into despair as kdj leaves her behind again and again because loving a person who values themselves so little is a wound that keeps on growing, pain made all the worse by the fact that kdj means none of it, and would rather nothing happen to heewon, and she knows this, but cannot accept it because that is what her love means. It’s Sangah sacrificing herself over and over again to get their group more information on the future, to protect them in kdj’s place and make sure they all survive. It’s the entire group coming together to teach the kids important skills. It’s kdj waiting at yjh’s bedside after the reveal of ways of survival, for the first time willing to lay everything out on the table and just *talk* to yjh. And when yjh leaves, kdj accepts yjh’s anger and is more than willing to take it all without fighting back until hsy steps in between them. It’s jang hayoung tells dokja that even if you can’t reach at other person, to try anyways, because even the act of reaching out has value, even if it isn’t seen, even if it isn’t heard until it’s too late, it matters. It’s how lee sookyung loved kdj with everything she had, and how that love hurt him more than anything else in the world. About how even when kdj doesn’t consider lee sookyung to be his mother, he still loves her and wants to understand her. It’s how the adoration han myungoh has for his daughter makes him a fundamentally different person. How hades protects persephone until his last breath while persephone plays the ode to their love.

About how kdj saw a world where everything was nearly perfect, everyone was happy even the people he couldn’t save, and couldn’t accept that world because it was one where yjh was unhappy. It’s about hsy taking one look, one fucking look at kdj in that hospital stretcher and realizing that no, he never was lying when he said that ways of survival saved him, and that in turn she had to do whatever it took to make sure he kept living, the world be damned. About how kdj dies at the hands of the person he loves most after fighting yjh over which one of them will be the one to save the other. It’s the way that the 999 round companions travel the worldlines all for the sake of meeting the man who loved them enough to sacrifice everything for them. About how yjh first reacts with betrayal and hurt after finding out that kdj had read about his life, asking kdj why, when yjh is right here in front of him, is kdj still reading. About how yjh then goes on to say that he is the only one who can pass judgement on kdj for enjoying ways of survival, and he has long since forgiven kdj because that is how kdj lived, and yjh accepts that part of him. It’s about how secretive plotter, upon meeting the oldest dream, reacts not with violence but with understanding, and he and the 999 rounds are finally able to be at peace because of it. It’s the way that countless people, not just kdj’s company, went back for another life because they all had things they loved and wanted to save.

It’s about the way that even as kdj is dooming himself to a life of endless dreaming, he wants the people he loves to be happy.

There’s so much love in this novel, such care and loving detail put into describing its many facets and complexities. My rambling here only scratched the moments that I remember most clearly, and even then it wasn’t all of my favorites. In a story so full of love that centers around a protagonist who cannot, for the life of him, even imagine himself living in such a world peacefully, of course I want him to have his happy ending.To love without sacrifice, to love mundanely, simply, and to have all the time in the world to learn what it means. And for his companions, who traveled time and space to bring him home and spent years grieving him, to finally get that chance as well.

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