#i haven't posted about him in a while but i just figured out some stuff about his current situation so

[violentlydefending]

KEEP LIVING, ICHI............

[pomefioredove]

Can we have more of snuggles for hire please?! > <

YES always. I need more cuddle content

part one (leona, tweels, vil)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ snuggles for hire (encore)

summary: first years try helping you out with your touch-starved problem type of post: blurbs characters: rook, idia, silver additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, rook is rook as usual

"Really? That's it?" Ace scoffs.

"So, they haven't been hugged in a while. Okay? Neither has Deuce,"

Deuce glares. It's almost menacing. "That's not true, and you know it! I get lots of hugs every time I visit home!"

"I do, too. But that's just the thing, though, ain't it?" Epel says. "They don't have no home to get hugs from."

The huddle of first years goes quiet. Some days, you become such a part of their world, they forget you're really not from it.

"...Okay, point taken," Ace sighs. "But they have Grim! And he only stinks like, half the time!"

"If memory serves, Grim usually sleeps on the floor..." Epel says. "Poor prefect, all lonely. Now even their sleep is suffering 'cause of it!"

Jack rubs the back of his neck. "It must be tough, not having anything to look forward to,"

Another melancholy silence. Finally, Ace stands, hands on his hips.

"Well, let's do something about it, then. There are tons of boys at this school- one of them should be willing to help,"

You were slouched over your desk, dozing off over an essay you hadn't even started yet, when your door flies open.

"Prefect!" Epel shouts, his eyes wide with panic. Immediately, dread sets in. Had someone else overblotted? Was Grim in trouble?

"I'm sorry! I was looking for Vil, but he found me first!"

Huh? "What do you mean b-"

"Oh, Trickster~!"

That question answers itself. In a blink, Epel is gone, bolting before he could get dragged into this. Rook lets himself in, smiling as if he'd just won a million thaumarks.

"Ah, there you are~! I have been waiting for your call!"

You blink. "...Hi, Rook. What?"

He slides his hands under your arms, and lifts you like a cat. You remind yourself that he's much stronger than he looks.

"How my heart ached, watching you suffer! But I had to be patient- I had to wait for your call, Trickster! And when I heard Monsieur Pommette was looking for someone to come to your aid... I knew it had to be me!"

Rook sits you in his lap, squeezing you as if you were a small, cute animal. Which, to him, you sort of were. "Now, rest. I will comfort you!"

"Rook," you say, smothered in his arms, "This really isn't necessary."

"For your health, it is," he boops your nose. "Bonne nuit, mon ange."

With the way he's cooing and cuddling you so closely to him, you know there's no getting out of this.

...Not that you're complaining. He's right, after all. And you're really just grateful that he decided to break in while you were awake.

You're still going to have to kick Epel's butt for it, anyway.

"I already told you, I don't have a problem,"

Ortho Shroud beeps at you. "Incorrect. Your hormonal levels and kinesics indicate you've been sleeping poorly," he says. "...And the other first years were talking about it."

Of course, you sigh. Ace and Deuce. "It's not that bad,"

"Then perhaps you would be interested in solving another problem?"

He brings you down a long, cold hallway, and stops at a door. You hadn't been inside Ignihyde before, but with all the tech stuff, you figure there's some kind of freaky sleep machine in there.

You raise an eyebrow. "I dunno. The technology here is pretty weird,"

"Not that kind of problem!" Ortho opens the door with a giggle. "Idia, look who's here!"

To your surprise (horror? delight?) there's no sleep machine. Just one wide-eyed, blushing, terrified Idia Shroud.

By the look on his face, you can tell he knows just as much about this as you do. He and Ortho exchange glances, having an entire silent conversation while you awkwardly stand in the doorway.

Finally, Ortho looks at you: "Idy has been having similar troubles with sleeping,"

"Ortho-"

"I thought you might be able to help each other!"

Idia looks about ready to crawl under his bed and hide. You look between the two.

"Is he okay?"

"Oh, don't worry! He always gets nervous around pretty people!"

He makes a noise like a deflating balloon. Ortho giggles. "I'll see you later!"

He leaves, and a whir and a thump follow him. You stare. "He took the door knob,"

Despite all the awkward staring and blushing and groaning, you end up in the same bed, anyway, lost in a tangle of limbs that is somehow both awkward and comfortable. Idia is a lot warmer than he looks. And a very, very clingy sleeper.

You'll both lament about how terrible it was to Ortho in the morning, and you'll both leave out the fact that if it really were so terrible, one of you could've just slept on the floor.

But... you didn't. And you won't tomorrow night, either.

When you told your friends you'd been summoned to Diasomnia, they looked at you as if you'd just said your exact time and place of death.

Ace and Deuce whisper-shouted something about "not telling him", but you didn't ask. You weren't worried about Malleus, after all.

...Except that the person waiting for you in the lounge isn't Malleus.

"Oh... hey, Silver. Did you...?"

You hold up the summons, and he nods. The way he's avoiding your eyes is almost... shy. Bashful.

"Sebek came back from class yesterday yelling about you... he made it sound like you were dying," Silver says, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"...But if it's just insomnia, I can help."

You blink. "Oh... I appreciate it, but..."

...You can't bring yourself to finish that sentence. He just looks... tense. This isn't exactly an offer he makes to most, after all.

You're just special.

And you need that.

You sit beside him in comfortable silence. The lights in the Diasomnia lounge are already dim, and it's as quiet and solemn as ever. Silver guides you into a soft position against him, your head on his shoulder, his head on yours, his arm around you, and he falls asleep.

Maybe it's just the exhaustion finally catching up to you, but it's surprisingly easy to follow his lead and fall asleep against him.

You dream of him that night.

[secondbeatsongs]

Food Crime: Frosty the Slawman

so a while ago, I saw this photo going around on tumblr:

at first, I thought this was photoshopped. I mean, "welcome new man in your life"? that feels like a translation error, or someone being silly on purpose.

but guess what! turns out, Frosty Slaw Man is real!

and soon...he will be mine. let's get cooking

(full disclosure: I crafted this snowman and took notes about it over a year ago. and then, like with many things in my life, I forgot about him, and let him drift into the ADHD void of Things I'm Not Currently Staring At, where object permanence is tentative and largely unrealized.

but here we are! and here he is: the slaw man. it's time to share him with you, so that you can suffer as I have suffered, and/or rejoice in my gelatin creation!)

so this recipe photo originally came from Mid-Century Menu (archive link), a blog that seems like one after my own heart, and which once tried to make the Slaw Man (with not much success; but we'll get back to that)! but it's not just that blog that has copies of this ad. I also found it on reddit, and in a few different places on ebay!

lookit that guy! he's a real guy!

both the reddit post and some of the ebay listings say that this is from 1963 (though I haven't been able to figure out which magazines it was printed in, to confirm this for myself). but in looking this up, I discovered something else fun! there's another version of this ad!

Best Foods is what Hellmann's stuff is called on the west coast, and the "this is no place for second best" thing makes a lot more sense when you consider that the ad was probably made for Best Foods first, and then just reused and rebranded for the east coast

the more you know!

anyway the benefit of finding this alternate ad is that the scan on this image is a lot clearer, and so the recipe is more readable! and in looking at it, I've realized something important:

when Mid-Century Menu tried this recipe, they got an ingredient amount wrong.

when they made their beloved Slaw Man, they had the water amount written down as 1/4 cup, but looking at this scan up close, it is actually 3/4 cup of water! something that might make a significant difference, considering we're working with gelatin!

(there's also another change I want to make compared to what they did, when I do this recipe. but we'll get into that in a sec.)

for now: we begin

so. there's no way I'm making a Slaw Man this large. I am just one person, and considering the ingredients of this, I don't think I'm going to be able to consume that much Slaw.

two entire heads of cabbage? three pounds of cottage cheese, a thing that I don't even like to eat? no. that's a bad idea.

so I'm starting small here and making this 1/3 the size of the original:

2 packets of unflavored gelatin 1/4 cup cold water 1 cup mayo 1 tsp salt 1lb cottage cheese 4 cups shredded cabbage

surely this will result in a reasonable amount of Man

...okay, I started chopping the cabbage thinking it would be easier, but I've given up and pulled out a grater. this is much better! and somehow more violent (affectionate)

the recipe says to soften the gelatin in cold water, and then stir over hot water until it's dissolved. I'm going to assume "stir over hot water" means a double boiler, so let's do that

hmmm, the gelatin is very foamy? it’s melted, but the bottom of the pot feels really....sticky

okay. after a couple minutes more and no change, I’m calling this good enough.

so one thing that others who have attempted this recipe have not taken into consideration is the cottage cheese. you see, the others used normal cottage cheese, but the recipe says to use "cottage cheese, cream style"

I’ll be real, I’m not 100% what that means, since we don’t have that here. but I can take an educated guess! so let’s blend the cottage cheese!

(with an immersion blender. I am not willing to wash an actual blender because of this)

mmm, yes. very smooth

...actually. why isn't all cottage cheese like this? the thing I hate about cottage cheese is the texture, so why isn't it all smooth and creamy like this?? I could eat this!!

a new discovery is made every day in this house.

okay, time to start mixing things together.

ah, frosty. I opened a whole new thing of mayo for you! do you feel special?

(I'd make a "pre-dinner snack?" joke, but sometimes I think I'm the only one that remembers Regular Ordinary Swedish Meal Time)

okay, the mayo, cottage cheese, and salt have been added to the gelatin. but as this cools, the texture is getting...hmm. less than appealing.

lastly: the cabbage

oh. oh this is not very nice

next it says to pack the "salad" into a one pound container, and two six-cup bowls, but since I made this recipe so much smaller, I'm going to uhhhh. uh. find some bowls that seem like they'd be correct...snowman? proportions?

ah. this bowl is too big.

hey, these'll work!

now I just have to let them chill for a while, and continue another day.

(edit from current!me: ahhh oh my god I forgot this was pretty soon after we adopted Jackie! look at these cat pics that I took while I was food crime-ing!

look at them having their little interactions! Knuckles was trying so hard to be friends with her! I love them)

hello! two days later and we are ready to assemble the slawman. and my sibling has started referring to him as "frosty: attorney at slaw", so that's fun.

I've done a thing where, as these set, I flipped them around in the bowl so that hopefully they'd be more round. we'll see if they actually stay like this.

I have also made some decorations for him out of peppers, olives, and carrots!

let's build our boy

oh he's so heavy. and wobbly

no no no he almost fell over!!

okay. he's fine. but more skewers were needed.

and...okay. he is complete.

behold!

gaze upon my beautiful man!

(he is not structurally sound! he wobbles unsteadily as I rotate him! there are already cracks forming in the gelatin around where his arms are! don't worry about it!)

 now it's time to stab him

and...to devour him

this tastes like...a bland coleslaw? and not even that. it's just sort of a salty, cottage cheese-y cabbage. the ingredients don't combine to become something greater, they simply...sit there. like this.

and the texture is...mmm. it's not a jello kind of texture, but it is a bit squashy in a way that's mildly strange.

it's very creamy once it softens in your mouth.

...I don't like this!

and look! taking just that one chunk from him was enough to destabilize him entirely :(

RIP frosty. now I just have to see if I can eat all of you before you go bad.

(note from current!me: I could not.

 I ate maybe half of him over the course of many days, often adding other stuff to him to try to add some flavor: bacon, frozen peas, cheese, etc. but even with that, I just couldn't stomach him.

after a while I stuck what was left of him in the freezer, hoping that maybe I'd find the will to consume the rest of him some other day.

do you know what a frozen-and-then-thawed mixture of cabbage, cottage cheese, mayo, and gelatin looks and tastes like?

bad. the answer is: bad.

I threw him out pretty quickly after thawing him.

do not try this recipe at home)

[ramblingautisticman]

So, I haven't stopped thinking about the dyslexic Wade headcannon- like at all- so here is the second part/expansive of this post!

I really like the idea of him being really insecure about it but slowly accepting it more and being more open about it.

I also wrote from my experience, and I'm not officially diagnosed don't come at me, but I struggle alot with reading and writing so yeah!

Anyway, enjoy. Please. I hope everyone likes this as much as I do!

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It isn't that Wade can't read- or that he doesn't want to- it's more that it's a massive fucking struggle. Most of the time anyway.

He's always had trouble reading (and spelling, but he can avoid that with emojis now! How technology grows!) ever since he was a kid.

And maybe it's because he didn't grow up in a great environment, or maybe it's because he was never really encouraged, but Wade never ever mentions it. Not to anyone.

He never told anyone when he was in school that sometimes words didn't really make sense to him, and that he was behind in work because of it, not because he would sit and talk (though he did that too). He never told anyone that he preferred art over english because it was easier to understand a picture to him than it was words. He never told anyone that he struggled to spell simple words like "bakery" and "shopping" but could spell "because" and "beautiful" because of a stupid rhyme he had heard once.

It was just something he had grown up with- something he had assumed other kids dealt with- u til he got to high school. Suddenly, he was surrounded by people writing 3000 word essays like they were nothing and people reading 200 page books during lunch, all while Wade still hadn't finished a single book he owned. While Wade still struggled to understand words that weren't in a specific font or colour- something he had realised shortly after turning 10- and everyone around him could just do it. They didn't take 10 minutes to finish a page of a book. They didn't get headaches from the concentration he had to use while staring at a page trying to figure out if the word "wandering" was spelt correctly. They didn't struggle to read the teachers writing because of the cursive writing. They could all just do it and Wade had to just sit and try.

Naturally, people noticed that he would read slowly and awkwardly when they read aloud in class, or that his work always came back covered in red pen from where he had misspelled simple words. He quickly became a target for bullying. Honestly, he probably wouldn't feel as self conscious as he does if that hadn't happened. If teachers had just stepped in and helped- noticed that something was wrong- he would've gotten some help and grown up with accommodations that would've helped him succeed. But he didn't get any of that. He got bullied for reading slowly and being dumb. He got kicked and punched because he had been spotted reading a book meant for younger kids (big mistake).

Wade tried. He did. He read books as often as he could to try and make his brain click- and it never worked. He would try and spell random words- and sometimes he got them and sometimes he didnt- and eventually he gave up. Eventually he succumbed to the voice in his head telling him he was stupid and that he was just going to have to go through life suffering.

And as he got older, he figured out stuff that helped and stuff that didn't. He managed to find a few fonts that helped, a few overlays that made it easier, and a few things to remind him how to spell certain words he usually struggled with.

He also got better at hiding it. Wade would tell people he preferred calls over text. He would open birthday cards and smile at the writing even if he couldn't quiet make out what it said. He would avoid anything that involved him reading in public.

And again, not because he couldn't read, but because it might take him alittle longer than it should, and the idea people would notice made his stomach fill with anxiety, sending him right back to being that scrawny kid I high-school who got beaten up every lunch time.

All of that only got worse after his accident. Well, the cancer and the torture and the murders, but ya know.

Now people were staring at him anyway. People would look and gasp and gawk as he walked down the street or went to the store to get groceries. Everywhere he went people stared. Everywhere.

So instead of being slightly worried people would notice him focusing too hard on reading, he was fully aware people were staring at him constantly because of his skin, and he liked to avoid giving them anymore reasons to stare.

To his suprise though, moving in with Al had helped. She was the only person he had told, and she was the only person who seemed to understand, telling him about something called dyslexia and telling him that his brain just worked alittle different than his. Then proceeded to pass out after using the last of her cocaine- but the thought was still there.

And she didn't seem to mind that he read alittle slower sometimes, because she still asked him to read her mail to her, and sometimes write letters or cards. Wade would have to ask her how to spell the words, but she never seemed to get angry about it, and she always seemed to know how to spell them. Plus, if anyone noticed it wasn't spelt right, they could blame it on her being blind (how was the recipient to know this letter hadn't been writing by Al? She could probably write stuff if she wanted. She's blind, not stupid.).

When he started to gain friends and family- somehow gaining a little group of them- he didn't feel as bad about them noticing. He still didn't say anything- didn't make it obvious- but he wanted them to know he read there cards. Make sure they knew he read the group chat messages. Make sure they knew he did care (and for some reason, probably because the writer loves this headcannon, it seemed like alot of him showing his cared had to do with reading and spelling), writing them birthday cards and Christmas cards, and responding to every single message.

He found a quick way around the messages. That was easy. Emojis, memes and gifs quickly became his best friend. They were easy to dichiper most of the time, and Wade loved them, so it was a win win! He did write things too, and auto correct usually helped if he was struggling that day, but he was getting better thanks to Al and her bossing about of writing letters to her grandkids.

Writing cards took a little longer, but he spent alot of time on each one, making sure everything look neat and was spelt well. It always made him proud giving someone a card that he knew he spent so much time on, perfecting every last word.

When Logan moved in, it was a topic Wade was trying to avoid. He knew he should tell him- they were getting closer and closer each passing day- but he always felt so stupid trying to explain it. It made him feel stupid, even if he knew he wasn't. Most of the time.

Luckily, it doesn't actually come up for awhile, not until they have moved into their own place and Wade is handing Logan a birthday card with a huge grin on his face, practically bouncing on his feet.

And Logan opens it and reads it, and smirks a little because "I don't think the word awesome is spelt like that" and suddenly Wade's smile is wiped off his face.

He really had tried- maybe he didn't read the word properly off his phone or something- because Wade is taking the card and trying his best to quickly read it but can't, and he let's out a grunt of frustration because rambling at Logan apologetically. "I really tried to fucking spell everything right- I'm the idiot for fucking trying to read the word to spell it- I mean, who does that when you can't even read properly? I can re-do it- gimme like an hour and a half to go get a new card and get Al on the phone to just ask her how to spell it and then I can give you one that isn't fucked up-"

And Logan shuts him up with a small kiss to the forehead, telling him that he "likes this one just fine, has more charm" and Wade wants that to feel reassuring but it somehow doesn't, and it just makes him more annoyed.

So after a small melt down and a good cry in the shower for fucking up Logan's birthday, he explains it to Logan. Tells him about how he sometimes struggles with reading and spelling, but he really did try with the card. He really does try to read and write properly but some days it's hard and some days he can do it easier, and that he never really told anyone until he met Al. He messily rambles about everything- including the bullying- and Wade expects to be met with some laugh or ridicule. Though, this is Logan- and somehow this man loves every other part of him- so why wouldn't he love this part too?

And Logan just apologises to Wade that he made him feel bad about misspelling the word awesome- makes a joke about how it's a hard word to spell- and that Wade shouldn't have been bullied for something he couldn't help. Tells him that it's nothing to be ashamed off, and that he shouldn't let it hold him back. Tells him that if he ever needs help with spelling something he can ask Logan, that if he ever can't figure out a word that he can ask Logan, asks if there are any accommodations he uses to help him.

And Wade tells him the things that help, the things that don't, thanks him for the offer of help, and suddenly it doesn't seem so terrifying that Logan knows. Suddenly he feels better about it. Sure, Al had helped, but hearing this from Logan made him feel less afraid to hide it. Made him feel better about telling his friends so they knew.

And Logan stays true to his words. He helps him when he is struggling with a word- never jumps in a reads stuff or spells things without being asked first- and even uses some of the accommodations. He has his phone set to a font Wade can read easier, and his next birthday card is in big bold writing (Logan's writing is normally really scribbly and hard to read) and on a colour that helps him focus on the words more.

And he tells his friends and they understand, they do the same. They help if asked, they don't rush him in reading their cards or messages- Yukio starts to use more emojis and Collosus tries his best to give Wade mission debriefs in person or voice messages- and it helps him immensely. He gets more confident about his reading and writing, and he starts to work on ut even more. And yeah, he can't get rid of his dyslexia, but he can try and find new ways that help him. He can find books in safe fonts and listen to the audio book as he reads to help (Though, he does prefer listening to Logan read to him, because his voice is so smooth and gruff somehow, and he could listen to it for hours).

Wade hated that stupid part of himself for so long, but now- even if he is 47- he doesn't really mind it anymore. He makes jokes about his spelling errors or words he missreads, and he works on finding new things to help with Logan, and everything is alittle bit easier knowing he isn't going to be ridiculed and judged.

(People who said they wanted this, I hope you enjoy! @wadewnstonwilson @logictoinsanity @zerotoqueero @superbattrash @spoopderman @klszkas @ohitsthemindstuffagain @mangoob @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes (tagging yall who said you wanted to read it!))

[luveline]

Hey jade, I hope you had a good Christmas,

Love your writing so much it brings me so much serotonin 🤣🤣 I have a request for hotch if you’d be up to it, I just love this man’s patience and understanding and would love to see him interact with reader who struggles with sex? Or just sexual stuff in general, like maybe she feels really embarrassed about it and doesn’t know how to talk about it with him? Idk if this is something you’d be interested in just thought I’d throw it out there. Regardless, I can’t wait to see what you post next ♥️♥️♥️

hotch lends you some comfort when a certain topic flusters you, 1.1k

cw adult themes, mdni 

“It's almost cheaper to have kids.” 

You scoop your gaze from the deodorants. “What?” you ask, looking first to Hotch, and then to his eyeline. “Oh.” 

The grocery store boasts a few rows of contraceptives. Condoms, dental dams, and under that, lubes and stimulants in candy rainbow colours. Thirty one ninety nine for silicone-free, aloe vera flavoured lube. Twenty seven for o-gel. 

You avert your gaze without fact-checking him on the condoms, laughing awkwardly as your heart races. “Right.” 

“I'm kidding. Just feeding Jack is a surprising expense.” He says surprising like it's delightful. “Good thing we have cushy jobs.” 

Oh, he's feeling funny tonight. Your laugh is authentic as he takes your arm, the basket in his other clinking as he starts forward again. You finish your quick stock up and Hotch pays for your things despite your protests, packing you and the bags into his ‘cushy’ car. 

You're a little embarrassed in the passenger seat. Your relationship with Hotch is complicated in that while you're in the official early days, you pined for a long time. You're undoubtedly in love with him, and though he's your boss and your senior, he seems to have taken a similar liking to you, hence another chilled out date night upon his invitation. And you've you've messed around like teenagers with kisses too hot and hands wandering, but you haven't fucked, and it's a problem, because your usual awkwardness around the subject grows bigger the longer you wait. 

Hotch can wait forever if he wants, you're not trying to rush him. If he wanted to fuck you tonight you'd probably be too nervous anyhow. 

You can't talk about condoms. How are you going to cope when you have to use one? 

Your stomach churns the longer you think about it. Hotch doesn't react at first, but you know he's figured you out when he covers your hand atop your knee and gives it a squeeze. You okay?

“Can we turn on the radio?” you ask. 

His hand lifts away slowly. He turns on the radio, and you think, oh, he's mad. No, not mad. Irritated, maybe, or confused. That's not fair to him. You think it anyway, sick to your stomach as he parks in the parking garage under his building and you make your way up. 

He doesn't pull any punches —as soon as you're inside with your shoes off and the door locked, he puts the groceries on the counter and looks at you until you meet his eyes. 

“I'm sorry,” he says. 

“What for?” you ask, startled. 

“I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to imply anything before you're ready.” He's handsome like this, earnest, his eyebrows raised and an inviting palm held open on the counter beside him. “It was a poorly judged joke.” 

“No, no, I,” —you bring a hand to your mouth, cover it, uncover it— “don't mind if you want to joke about it. It would be weird to care, right?” 

He hears an insecurity in your tone you don't mean to reveal, and he pieces it together swiftly. Understanding lines his eyes. “I don't think so,” he murmurs. 

You're embarrassed beyond words, but he is your boyfriend. He asked with a little expensive bracelet and your favourite baked treat from the bakery near work. You'd only ever mentioned it once, but he remembered. He knows you well, and he's never given you reason to be afraid of his reactions. 

“It's just so embarrassing,” you mumble, staring down at your socks. 

“What is?” he asks, crossing the kitchen to take your hands. “You don't have to be embarrassed about anything, you're perfect.” 

Your breath catches, your neck cracking uncomfortably as you look up. “I– I don't know how to talk about it. I know it's childish.” 

“No, it's not. It's a big thing, and it comes naturally to some people, but not everyone.” His brow furrows a little, the warm depth of his voice working to unspool the tight panic you'd been clinging to, “I'd never push you to do something you're not ready for.” 

“I know that. It's not you. And I don't know if I'm ready or not, it's just–” Your face is hot enough to boil rain. You shake your head. It's too difficult to explain. 

Hotch ushers you into his solid chest. “It's okay,” he says, patting your back gently. “Don't worry about it.” 

“I want us to be like everyone else,” you confess. 

“We are. You're not the first woman to get nervous about the idea of intimacy, sweetheart, I promise. And I'm not the first man to make a bad joke about contraceptives.” He laughs as you laugh, two huffing chuckles as he presses his lips to the top of your head. “You can take as much time as you need to get used to the idea, and if it's still weird when you're ready, does it matter? We'll be weird about it together. Or we won't be. Okay?” 

“Yeah, okay… thank you, Aaron.” 

“I waited a long, long time for this,” he says, giving your back a pointed little squeeze. “And it's more than I ever thought I'd get. I'm not worried about the rest. I'm in no rush, and you shouldn't be either.” 

You hide your face in his chest for a while, somehow more embarrassed than when you'd started. He draws lines up and down your back with his palm patiently. “It's okay,” he says again, kissing the side of your face. After a moment, he encourages your head back with a hand on your cheek, checking your expression carefully before leaning in for a kiss. His hair tickles your forehead. 

To your relief, it doesn't make you nervous. He probably never could, not when he's touching you so softly. 

You're feeling a hundred times better when you pull away. A tad mortified still, but relieved to know your struggle with talking about it isn't a turn off. If he can stick with you through this bump in the road, you can try, at least, to overcome it. 

“Is lube really thirty two dollars?” you ask in a whisper. 

“I don't know. I've never needed it.” 

He spends the next ten minutes laughing and apologising sincerely as steam pours out of your ears. 

[weebsinstash]

I haven't posted about it in ages but I still think CONSTANTLY about a soulmate scenario between a reluctant Reader and a yandere Lex Luthor because... he's just such an intelligent and powerful man that, like girlypop, he could genuinely make or break your entire fucking life in a laundry list of ways

Things like... in the very very very beginning, when you've met him and he knows you're soulmates but you're still putting him off and rejecting him, you see something on TV about, politicians are proposing a bill where a soulmate can make legal and medical decisions for their bonded if that person is unable to make those decisions themselves, some bill named after some random metropolis citizen where their soulmate lover died because the next of kin family they were estranged from were allowed to make medical decisions instead and their lover died, like it's something you would totally see on the news for real.

Then, months and months later after you're in a relationship with Lex, he's hosting a party and you see some of those very same politicians there, overhearing them thanking Lex for his contributions. Snapcut to a day you really REALLY do something to defy him, either you're rejecting him or trying to break up with him or trying to run away or, all of the above but also you do legitimately have some mental health issues, and here Lex is, now having the full legal power to say, "oh honey, now you have to go to the hospital :( why would you make me have to do this :(" and you get to go on your Super Duper Funtime Adventure to a private clinic he coincidentally has made some major financial donations to.

Genuinely I feel like I've mentioned this before but I feel like there's a real... personal horror in the idea of "my yandere took me to a doctor and that doctor diagnosed me with stuff and I have no idea if I genuinely have those disorders or if my yandere paid the doctor to say those things" because the twist is tasty in either direction??? Is your yandere delusional and trying to chalk up your rejections to extreme anxiety and other grasped straws and insists you be medicated so you can love them? Is your yandere just trying to legitimately help, and you actually genuinely did see a legitimate non biased doctor? Is your yandere actually totally just lying and they just want you to be more obedient and reliant on them, have doubts in yourself and trust them alone, letting them make decisions for you? It's all so good...and then not knowing would stress you out and make you paranoid even MORE...

but then I also think of like. How he could genuinely try to make gestures to win you over and things he could do that are positive. You two are just getting to know each other and you're extremely reluctant to do anything and, while internally he wants to do these quite grand little expenses for you, he's willing to analyze you and calculate a plan of making smaller gestures over time. At least, smaller in the scale that he's like one of the top richest and smartest creatures on his entire planet, and that's a planet with aliens and magical creatures on it, but, you know. He'll try and tone it down a little-

I've had this idea where like... he gives you this expensive bracelet or ring or necklace or watch, some sort of accesory, as a gift and, being the self loathing person that you are, you're out on the town one day and you walk into a higher end jewlery store because you feel like punishing yourself by trying to figure out how much money was spent on your gift, and, through whatever means, the store accuses you of theft (because you're just a dirty poor person, why would you have this nice thing unless you swiped it) and maybe they even have the audacity to technically assault you and take it off of your person

Somewhere on the other side of the world in a conference room, there's a hidden earpiece buzzing, "Mr Luthor we have a situation-" and he's on a private jet within the half-hour. He gets there and you've either been arrested and put in a cell or he gets there to find you getting manhandled by police because you're technically resisting arrest by panicking, "please just look at the footage, i didn't do anything wrong-" and he flies into a rage at the way you're being jerked and tugged and twisted until you're crying out that they're hurting you

Police department? Sued. That store? Sued. Bankrupted. Bought out. Bulldozed. It's a gentrified downtown sculpture garden now. Lex buys you another gift that's even nicer than the first since the first one has now been "tainted" with this bad memory, plus he's now indirectly (but, of course, with calculations) has made a very VERY public warning to anyone who would dare to harm you in any way whatsoever.

He's a very, "sweetie didn't you ask for no pickles? Should I have them killed for you? It wouldn't be any trouble at all-" kind of guy

Lex Luthor who catches wind of confidential news that a mysterious asteroid has crashed down on an island off the coast of Fake DC Country and he plans a research expedition to study its contents BUT ALSO that same day he's like "darling have you ever gotten to eat freshly caught crab before?" and suddenly you're jet-setting off to a tropical island, because what kind of evil supervillain future-husband would he be if he didn't turn his research expedition into potential alien activity into a bonus vacation with his pookie?

You're wandering the beaches or exploring the tide when you find this pretty little gemstone that may or may not turn out to be platinum Kryptonite that was brought to Earth by the meteorite and you're now the first organic creature that has touched it.

I like the idea of, you develop these powers and suddenly you have all these new potential problems but also possibilities? Sure you're suddenly under Batman and the government's radar, but, think of all the good you can do now that you can fly, have super strength invulnerability, the works? Meanwhile Lex is simultaneously fascinated, curious, proud, but also, wanting to research this, see if it can be replicated, exploited.

Part of me is like, would he be 500% against you going into danger or would at the very most try and harvest your blood or something, OR, now that he knows there's really not much danger to you, he's like "oh, you want to be a little superhero? Oh, how adorable sweetie, let me help design your costume-" and he's, hm, I dunno if it would be entirely incorrect to say he's lowkey using you like a tool in the sense of, you're testing things he develops, he's observing and researching your powers, he's getting to watch you "play and have fun" while also gaining new research data from you, and also making connections with powerful people. He may even... pull some strings to have you do something in his favor. "Oh darling what's wrong? Oh no, that facility you attacked because you got 'information' they were terrorists were actually innocent people and now that country has been seized by hostile powers that have coincidentally agreed to let my company mine lithium there? Oh nooooooo :( darling I'm so sorry, we all make mistakes, I still love you-" or he just like, makes more business deals because he receives, shall we say, secondhand clout from any and all of your accomplishments should you become a hero

Lest we forget, there's a version of Lex Luthor who once built a powerplant under a Metropolis neighborhood and made it deliberately look suspicious as fuck just because he wanted Superman to attack it and make a fool of himself and upset the public because "what the fuck superman why did you just ruin this totally helpful normal thing just because Lex Luthor made it, thanks dickhead". Luthor is incredibly calculating, driven, petty, and has deep deep pockets and plenty of resources for any possible fantasy he has, and also he's 1000% willing to crash out if it involves Superman WHICH IS ALSO WHY I think it would be incredibly hilarious if he's just BEYOND PISSED that you developing powers means you need mentorship from Superman and Lex is forced to watch the two of you have like.... Genuine Moments

You develop the ability to fly for the first time and you're just high up in air jerking around shrieking unable to control yourself and you have no idea what to do and while Lex is still trying to formulate a way to get you down, here comes Kal, able to fly up, gently grab you, hold you in place as he talks you down, teaches you how to float, holding your hands and speaking so softly and kindly as he teaches you how to descend and the two of you sloooooooowly dip down until your feet are on the ground again

Cut to Lex being absolutely furious because not only did he "have that handled" but why is Superman feeling so emboldened to place his hands on yours, on your shoulders, giving you a comforting hug when you burst into tears about how scared you were and thanking him for saving you? You and Superman are like tenderly platonicly hugging and there's reporters and a little crowd nearby doing the whole "Awwww 🥺❤️" and meanwhile Lex is over here turning red as a tomato just absolutely steaming 'ugh I can't believe Superman showed up I hate him I hate him I hate him L + ratio + you're a loser I hate you die die die die'

Kal opens his mouth and offers to be your teacher and here's Lex trying to be a big man, storming up all but bumping chests with the guy, "➡️I⬅️ can help take care of my own mate, Superman 😡" meanwhile you're standing there ACTUALLY EMBARRASSED BY LEX, like can you even imagine the levels of "open wound, insert salt" of Lex puffing up against Superman because he's fucking jealous and then you're like "omg Lex you can't be mean to Superman! He just helped me!! Apologize, what the fuck?!" and you're clearly like, a fan or a person who looks up to the boy in blue and said boyscout may even brush a lil bit bc, you know, his mama did try to raise a kind honest man and, he sure is happy his efforts are appreciated-

Have I mentioned I see Lex Luthor having an eidetic memory, as in the condition where you never forget anything, which I think would make him really terrifying to deal with, actually. He'll literally be able to study and memorize every single thing about you, everything he notices, everything you say, do, all your little behaviors, quirks, habits, addictions, and it'd also make him a monster during arguments because what are you gonna do, tell the supergenius he's misremembering? Dude is over here inventing robots like Amazo and curing cancer AND he can never forget? Why not just fucking lobotomize me since you wanna make me feel so dumb-

[sleepymccoy]

So I've seen a few seasons of supernatural in my life. Got to season 5 then trialled off and have seen a fair bit of the rest but not consistently and def not to the end. Haven't watched any in years and years, too

Anyway, I say this to highlight how bizarre it is that I had a lovely destiel dream last night

It'd make a killer fic I think, so enjoy this synopsis

Premise very much like that ep where Dean forgets his life and works in an office dressed like a lil fruit

^ that ep

Anyway the idea is that Dean forgets his life but is otherwise the same. But without the hunting stuff he's semi deadbeat working in a bar and hooking up with random women. Also Sam wasn't part of his childhood I guess, the dream didn't explain why Dean wouldn't know Sam but whatever

Castiel and Sam keep coming into the world to try and get Dean to perform a series of actions he needs to perform in order to be released from the spell. They're kinda bizarre tho and Dean doesn't recognise these guys so it's a challenge. Like, eat this daisy and have a tequila chaser. Sleep in a bed with bay leaves stuffed underneath. Stand in one spot for a minute while the sigil to release you gets engaged. That kind of thing

Dean has like feelings for them, but doesn't know them. He trusts Sam completely and they click but he's kind of weirded out by how comfortable he is with the stranger. And Cas, he wants to protect and fuck Cas in a way that's so overwhelming he can't handle it

Anyway, this is a longish post so click through for the blow by blow

Sam manages to talk him into having the flower and drink by doing it himself and pretending it's a fun way to drink. Dean takes part and is totally unimpressed but has a laugh about it

Cas slips in next with the intention of watching Dean hook up with someone and sneaking bay leaves under the bed before they get down and dirty. Because Cas can fly out the window if he needs to escape quick they figure he's the better choice for that gig. But as soon as Dean sees him it goes sideways because Dean has an immediately unavoidable crush on the raggedy middle aged dude in a Columbo coat

But this Dean didn't have the same loyalty to his father in youth cos there was no hunting to help make sense of the abuse he suffered. So he's not as caught up in his internalised (and externalised) homophobia and maybe even hooked up with a guy or two at school

It's still not normal for him and he's a bit surprised, but it takes him one beer and some disconcerting staring to get over it, and then he approaches

Cas is Unprepared™ for a full flirt from Dean and is very quickly taken in by it. It's fun and cheerful and Dean keeps swapping their drinks and stealing chips and leaning his hand on Cas' thigh when he whispers a joke to him. Cas is just dizzy and swimming in it and doesn't know what to do. He's totally lost track of what's going on

Eventually he excuses himself to go to the bathroom and checks in with Sam, who's had an hour of watching them flirt outrageously and is thoroughly bemused, amused, and has his eyes on the goal. "Get him into bed and put the damned leaves in place!"

So Cas goes back and Dean's paid the tab and is offering to drive and Cas just like you're drunk absolutely not. They make out against the door of Dean's beat up Ford Focus and Cas knows he's not gonna come back from this

He's loved Dead a long time, and there's something painful in the kiss and feeling the immorality of it. But there's something so wonderful too. And if it's got to happen, and Sam says it's got to happen so he can outsource that decision, he can take it as far as it needs to go. Save Dean, then apologise and skedaddle

At least he's got Sam's permission, so Sam can argue his side in his absence until Dean forgives him

It doesn't take long for Dean to kiss Cas into forgetting to feel guilty, tho. Then Dean starts talking about how Cas feels different to anyone else he's ever touched before and he doesn't understand why but he wants him so damned bad.

The Dean pulls back and offers to go slow. Pick you up for breakfast, go on a few dates before what's next

And Cas wants that so bad, he wants to be special, his skin aches for it. But he needs access to Dean's bed so he spearheads getting them into a motel together for the night, feeling slightly cheap and awful about it, but Dean's smile is unparalleled and the awful slides away every time he looks at him

They fuck a bit. Cas' guilt about it all isn't his focus, as soon as Dean's hand is on his dick he's only in the moment. I think Cas keeps it to mutual blow jobs, tho, he wants to save anything more for a Dean who knows him. He lies there's thinking about that afterwards and remembers that the Dean who knows him doesn't want him like this, this is some confused fucked up neuron thing.

Anyway after a bit of post coital bliss Dean gets up to piss and Cas shoves bay leaves under the mattress. Cas then insists on laying together a bit longer, they make out sloppy and Dean is very sweet and Cas loves him and eventually Dean dozes off. Tick off the second ritual

I reckon the last one ends up easy enough. While Dean sleeps Cas holds him and hums while Sam awkwardly and without looking directly at them carves the sigil in the floor. When Dean wakes up Cas makes a big deal about how pretty he is in the light and stay right there so I can take a photo of you

So Dean's striking a stupid sexy pose when the spell fades. And he realises everything that's happened and the significance of it all

Also Sam's in the room now and that's just a bit fucking awkward

Cas just leaves, cos he doesn't know what else to do. He texts Dean an apology. Dean doesn't respond for like three days which is just hellish but eventually he texts back saying come over and talk.

So Cas does. Dean's sorry too, Sam has talked him into recognising that he really got the ball rolling and Cas was a bit cornered. And Cas, desperate to not have Dean feel guilty, talks about his feelings in this vague and uncertain way. But ultimately says he glad he had a chance, even in a false world. Nice to have the memories

And Dean's just like. Okay. So you didn't hate it? And I didn't hate it. And now that there's no crazy spell to work through, do you want to take it slow?

What? Cas says

Breakfast date?

Cas is useless at taking it slow. He goes on this breakfast date and does his ridiculous I love humanity because I loved you first speech and Dean's like fuck man this is intense to hear over eggs and shit coffee! But yeah I'm sitting on some feeling that've kicked passed loyalty into devotion and I also kinda want to suck your dick again so shut up and let me come to terms with being gay a bit slower, fucking hell. You're beautiful, give me a kiss

They figure it out

[ihavethedreamies]

Oh, Baby-Girl | Bang Chan [NSFW]

Bang Chan - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.4k

Pairing: Bang Chan x Tall!AFAB!Reader

Genre: Mafia AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Mentions of Guns (Mob/Mafia type stuff), Bodyguard! Chan, Mob Boss Daughter! Reader, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! & M! Receiving), Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Spanking, Daddy Kink (it is Bang Chan after all), Unprotected Sex (Not Recommended), Big Dick! Chan

Author's Note: Oh no, what is this? I couldn't have possibly wrote this since I am working so diligently on packing. Well, as long as it's here…

There is just something about the choreography for Chk Chk Boom that did something to me, I'm sure many of you agree.

P.S. If you haven't read my stuff before, or much of it, you might not notice, but the rest of you have probably figured out I got a bit of a face-fucking fascination. Thanks for getting to know me.

Revised (1/31/25) - I forgot to change the name to (Y/N), so I fixed it!

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Being a mob boss’s wife isn’t nearly as fun and glamorous as the movies and shows (and TikTok) make it out to be. However, being the mob boss’s daughter? A bit of a different story. You’re protects from the violence and crime, but still get to reap the rewards. Fancy clothes, expensive jewelry, a nice car, and a bodyguard as well. Despite never being able to see him, you know you’re well protected as you walk down the streets of New York, spending all of your papa’s corrupt money. A few designer shopping bags hang in the crook of your elbow over your cropped jacket, fur lining the ends of the sleeves and lapels. Faux of course, you might be the daughter of a criminal, you’re not a monster. The thin heels of your over-the-knee (faux) leather boots click on the sidewalk as you tap away on your phone with your thumb. People move out of your way as you walk, you just have the aura of ‘fuck around and find out’. The gum in your mouth smacks as you chew, sneering at a child who doesn’t move out of the way fast enough. Your eye roll is hidden behind your Versace sunglasses, but your down-turned lip covered in dark red lipstick is still obvious. Your stiletto acrylic nails are the same dark red and click against your phone as you scroll through your search results. Despite how you look and dress, you still prefer to shop sales. That gives you more bang for your buck, since your father does limit your money some. As you pass an overly full trash can, you pluck the gum from your mouth and onto the pile. It’s lost all its flavor… Approaching the next store, you’re about to enter when you suddenly feel something instinctual rise up in you. You halt, people scurrying around you still, and with your natural height paired with six-inch pumps, you still stand a head above a lot of the passerby. You feel vulnerable for some reason and huff in frustration, shoving the door open to the boutique you had stopped in front of. It’s not your original destination, but you instantly feel safer being inside. It’s not anywhere close to the first time your ingrained sense of danger has kicked in, and it won’t be the last. You there’s at least one bodyguard tailing you even if you never see him, but that doesn’t mean the shelter of a store isn’t welcome.

“Welcome.” One of the employees calling out snaps you out of your trance, having been looking out the window at the street. You turn and give her a forced smile and remove your sunglasses. Deciding to look around while you’re in the shop, you admire some of the items, but none of them are up to your standards, but that lingering feeling…lingers. Picking up a pair of shoes to look over, you look out the window once more, trying to see if you can pick out anyone lurking outside. Nope. Pressing your lips together, you sigh and move to leave. Stepping back onto the street, you look around again, trying to be subtle, almost like you’re looking for a cab. Still not seeing anything that sticks out, you move on and toward your actual destination. You’re hit with an even greater sense of doom as you hear the screech of car tires in the distance and you spin around to see a black SUV hurdling down the street, unusually empty for New York. Like it’s in slow motion, as the vehicle approaches, the window rolls down and a gloved hand sticks out, a Glock in his hand.

“Shit!” You move to duck behind a parked sedan, and you yelp when your heel snaps as you dive for cover. Your ankle twists and your tights rip, but you get behind the vehicle as you hear the gunshots. People around you scream, and you scramble to hit the emergency button on your phone, but…it’s shattered. It must’ve hit the sidewalk harder than you did.

“Fuck~” You shove the device into your purse, and you watch as people run and scream. Getting up just enough to peer through the blown-out window of the car you’re hiding behind, your ankle protests, and you fall back down, catching yourself with your hand.

“Did you get her?” You hear a gruff voice shout followed by, “No!” Then, through the running pedestrians, a huge man appears, a gun in his hand. He’s right down the sidewalk, and you’re right in view. Before you even have the change to pray, a figure steps between you and the assailant. You can’t see since he’s in your way, but you hear his gun go off and watch the goon fall from between the legs of your savior. He has to be the bodyguard that your father told you is constantly at your tail. The man groans and curses, the same SUV coming to help haul him away, clutching at his knee. Sirens grow closer and you try to get up, pushing on your scraped hand. You wince again, at least three of your nails on that hand are broken, a fourth cracked, and your heel is ruined. It would’ve been way too awkward to try and stand with just one pump, so you take off your other one.

“Here.” The man who saved you has an accent, you can’t quite place it in the moment. His leather-gloved hands grab your forearms and he more or less yanks you up. When you stand before him, he’s…short. About an inch or two shorter than you…with your heels off. He’s also really fucking hot. It’s clear he’s a bit shocked at the height difference as well since he’d never been so close to you. Was he the guy always guarding you? You guess it doesn’t matter if he’s shorter if he’s protecting you from afar. He shoves his pistol in the back of his pants, and you watch his white t-shirt struggle across his muscular chest as he does so.

“You okay, love?” Australian, it’s definitely an Australian accent. And it’s also really fucking hot.

“Y-yes.” You finally answer and you jerk to grab your bags, but he’s grabbing them alone with your purse before you can get close.

“Can you walk?” He nods at your bare feet, and you stand on one of them, rolling your twisted ankle to test it. Putting weight back on it, “I can manage.” He then starts to lead you into the nearest alley as the police cruises grow closer. At least you have tights on as you meander through the not exactly clean back alleys, and he finally brings you to another big black SUV parked behind some bakery.

“Here.” He opens the passenger door, and you climb in as he throws your bags in the back. You sit, shaking still as he climbs into the driver’s seat.

“Sh-should I be up front?” Your voice is also shaking still, and he starts the vehicle.

“The windows are tinted, but we’ll be quick.”

“Quick? Where are we going?” Your father’s building is a good twenty minutes away, let alone the house on the outskirts of the city.

“Closest place is mine.”

“Y-you’re my bodyguard, right?” You just realize that even though he saved you, that doesn’t mean it’s his job. The man huffs and wrangles his leather jacket off, tossing it in the back as well. The clean lines of your father’s crest are tattooed into his bicep, and you slump in the seat.

“What’s your name?”

“Chan.”

“Just Chan?”

Yep.” It seems he’s been waiting for you to buckle up, because he reaches around you to grab the still unfastened belt, doing it for you. He smells really fucking good to and your head swims. The spike of adrenaline seemingly got all parts of your body worked up, but you force the wave of arousal down. It is not the time nor place for any of that. The ride to his place is quiet, thankfully, because if he talked more, you’d be a goner. Trying not to be obvious, you would look to the side to stare at him. His side profile is immaculate, strong nose and jaw line, full lips…

“So…are you…?” You didn’t know how to word your question without sounding rude.

“Korean.” He knew where you were going, and you let out a small ‘ah’ of understanding. Your father didn’t get along with the Yakuza, nor the Chinese mafia, so Korean made sense. Korean-Australian at that…right?

“Australia?” You want to make sure, not great at picking out the different British-origin accents.

“Yep.”

“Am I annoying you?” He sags at your question and shakes his head.

“No, love, just trying to keep an eye out.” He pointedly looks in the rear-view mirror and you let out a quiet apology. The silence makes sense then.

“Put your sunglasses on.” Chan nods at the item in your hand, and you do so, pointedly looking out the window as he pulls up to the security gate of his building’s parking garage. Getting in without any comments from the guard, he parks in what you assume is his designated spot. The bodyguard gets out and open your door for you, giving you his hand for assistance. You grunt when you land wrong on your still upset ankle and he catches you, making your chest press to his.

“S-sorry.” You flinch back, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and he smiles gently.

“It’s okay, Miss (Y/N).” Fuck, if you’re already attracted to a guy with an accent, don’t EVER let him say your name. As he’s out of view to get your bags you mouth an exaggerated ‘oh my god’ and quickly shut your mouth when he shuts the back door. He leads you toward the entrance door for the building, staying slow to accommodate your slight limp. Getting in the elevator you still keep your sunglasses on just in case, though the building seems pretty secure. That doesn’t mean the security watching the cameras are always completely trustworthy though. Enough money can convince most people of anything. You exhale tiredly as you stop by his door and Chan presses the code into the number pad and it pings. He holds the front door open for you and you enter, hobbling down the entry hall. It’s a nice place and you wonder how much your father pays him to watch you nearly 24/7. Or…

“So, are you my guard a lot?”

“During the day.” So, yes.

“How long?”

“Hm…about three years.”

“Ah…” That’s a pretty long time. So, he probably knows a lot about you, and you’ve never him before in your life.

“Oh! I need to call papa…” You rummage through your purse that he sets on the coffee table. As you sit on the couch, you then remember that your phone is broken.

“I’ll handle it, love.” Chan sets your shopping bags and your shoes down as well and you’d totally forgotten about your heels. When did he grab them too?

“I need to call a few others as well, if you want something to eat you can rummage through the kitchen.” He nods toward the other room behind where you sit and you nod as he goes down the other hallway, deeper into the apartment. You take the chance to look around and you wonder if he’s ever here. Well, if he’s watched you every day for three years, he probably isn’t. The decoration is simple, almost like it’s a hotel room rather than a living space, but it’s nice. Maybe his bedroom is more personal? Hearing his muffled voice from further in, you stand and meander to the kitchen like he suggested. Opening the fridge, there’s more than you expected since the rest of the apartment is barren. Nothing sticks out though, but you notice an object is in the over despite it being off. You knew exactly what it is. Opening the oven, you grab the pizza box and open it as your mouth waters. You aren’t sure if pizza is your favorite because you have it all the time (it’s a front for your father’s shenanigans) or if you genuinely like it. Holding the day-old slice, you chew absentmindedly, snooping through the rest of Chan’s kitchen. He has a little wine display on the counter, and you pull one of the bottles out to look at the label. You snort, of course he has your family’s vintage. Maybe he gets a discount? At least you know you like it. Holding the slice in your mouth as you reach for a wine glass in the cupboard, you have to get on your tip toes to reach one. Can he even normally reach them? There’s dust on the glass, and you ponder if he ever uses them.

“Sorry I don’t use those glasses often.” His voice startles you, but you keep a firm grip on the glass then set it down.

“That’s fine… Do you just… drink from the bottle?” You easily and expertly pull the cork out with your bare hands since it’s sticking out enough and he blinks at the ease with which you do so. Just because you’re the daughter of a mob boss and don’t fight yourself, doesn’t mean you aren’t strong. Your father made sure that if it comes to it, you can punch a guy’s teeth out just as well as any bodyguard. That doesn’t help with guns, mind you.

“Uh, no,” he huffs an airy laugh, it’s actually kind of cute, “I just use a normal glass.” He goes to the cupboard next to the one you’d been in and grab a square-shaped cup that looks like it’s more for whiskey than wine.

“Are you doing okay, love?” He leans against the counter as you pour yourself a glass after giving him some.

“I guess. My ankle kind of hurts still.” You easily balance on one leg, lifting the other foot to roll the joint around, testing its pain level.

“Just because I’ve never met you face to face doesn’t mean I don’t know you. Are you okay?” He presses and you flinch to look at him. It’s not…creepy per se, just…odd. You sigh, taking a sip, your hand still shaking a bit.

“Y-yeah. I mean, I’ve been around guns and stuff, but… I myself have never been shot at; you know?”

“I do, actually.” He smiles cheekily and you sigh in mock annoyance.

“Well, it’s a little unfair that you seem to know me so well, and I have no knowledge of you.” You walk around the island and back toward the living room, sitting in relief on the couch. You cross your leg over the other, injured ankle dangling in the air. Chan sits down next to you, leg up on the cushion so he can face you, toned arm resting on the back of the sofa. You feel his eyes linger on your tight-clad legs, your leather short-shorts showing most of your thighs. His gaze stops at the tear in the supposedly tear-proof pantyhose, then snaps his head up like he’s just been startled awake. The man knows you know he’s ogling your legs, and the tips of his ears turn red as he clears his throat. How is such a handsome man so cute?

“What do you want to know?”

“How did you get to be my bodyguard?”

“I had no mafia ties before. I guess that was a good thing. I was more or less scouted to be a bodyguard when I was a bouncer at some penthouse night club. It seems some of your dad’s guys saw I was good, and I got offered way more money than any other job. They doubled it when I took the spot as your personal bodyguard.

“I see. Where did you learn to shoot so well?”

“I started at the shooting range when I was in college with my friends. I got better through work and your father made sure I was an expert before he put his baby girl’s life in my hands.”

“Hm, you obviously don’t know me that well.” You pick up on a very small detail, wondering if he knows what it is.

“Hm… Not his ‘baby girl’, his ‘little kitten’.”

“Oh, maybe you do know me well then~?”

“Quiz me, baby-girl.” The way he says it is so different than two seconds prior. His tone deepens with it and a smug look settles casually on his face. You can’t help but watch his throat move as he swallows a sip of wine and you take a sip yourself, then set the glass down.

“What’s my favorite color?”

“Red. Something else.”

“Brand?”

“Prada. Something real, (Y/N).” Chan leans further into the cushion. You’re right about at eye level, and you wonder…

“Does it bother you I’m taller?” You change the subject so fast he nearly gets whiplash. You are genuinely curious. You’re tall for a woman anyway, let alone when you do wear heels, and some guys don’t care for it.

“Height doesn’t play into what matters, baby-girl.” His slightly cryptic answer intrigues you, but you move back to the previous topic.

“What’s my favorite book and why?” He sighs, hugging a laugh at your shift back.

“You tell people it’s 1984 because of the psychological implications behind it, but your favorite is actually Dragon Ride because it go you into fantasy. You read it eight times in elementary school, and you have a signed copy.” Chan grins at your bewildered expression. Once again, in any other situation that would be creepy as hell that he knows, but three years of observation would key him in.

“Okay, smart guy,” you pick your glass back up, slinging your legs up under you on the couch, facing him.

“Why do I currently not have a boyfriend?” That’s something you can’t just say, it has to be observed.

“You hate romance. Flowers, chocolates, a fancy meal. You hate it, but because you like fancy clothes and jewelry, men think you lean that way. You’d prefer a movie date at home or going horseback riding.” Shit, that’s a little creepy. More so that he knows you so well, it’s like he can see into your head, that kind of creepy; not that he’s a creep. Chan nearly cackles as he giggles at your bewildered expression, and you whine. Why is he so cute?

“Why are you so cute?” You accidentally speak your thoughts aloud and you immediately freeze, since he does too.

“I’m cute?” He manages to get out after you both sputter for a few seconds.

“W-well, I mean-“

“I’m cute?” The simple inflection change completely shifts the meaning of his question.

“You think I’m cute?” You whisper and he sets his own glass down, then he takes yours so he can do the same. He shifts down the cushion, so his knee touches yours. Chan leans in and you clench your jaw to remain strong. Don’t kiss him, don’t kiss him, don’t kiss him-

“Baby-girl, if I didn’t do you really think I would still be watching you ten hours a day, every day?” Oh. That’s a good point. Chan crooks a brow, waiting for an answer or something, don’t kiss him-

“You want to kiss me that bad?” he finally asks, and you jolt back, eyes leaving his mouth and shooting up to his eyes.

“What?! No?” Your voice cracks and he presses his pretty lips together, so he doesn’t laugh at you.

“So, you don’t want to?”

“I never said that-“ He catches you. Literally. You try to reel back so you can get off the couch, but his hand grabs your wrist. It’s gentle, but tight enough that he can yank you back to him, and he swallows the squeak he pulls out of you. Your body melts, all the tension from the earlier attack as well as the sexual kind that’s been taking your body over, leaves. The kiss grows from a low heat to a full inferno rapidly. Your jacket is shed, then your necklaces and bracelets, and as his tongue creeps into your mouth, you claw at his shirt. Your fingers unevenly scratch at his skin through the fabric since about half of them are broken. You both pant when he pulls back, and he slightly shoves you down so your back hits the cushion and he sits up more on his knees. You watch with glee as his shirt comes off; fucking hell, he’s perfect…

“Oh, my god.” You gasp and his smug grin twitches briefly in bashfulness, but he composes himself.

“Let me see you, baby-girl.” He easily holds himself up over you as his body nestles above yours, his strong jean-clad thigh jamming between your mostly bare legs. He kisses you again as his fingers easily pluck the buttons of your shirt open and he pulls you up by the sides. As you sit up, you yank the shirt out of where it’s tucked into your shorts and then toss it away before falling back. The micro-fiber was a much nicer feeling than what could have been cold leather. You shiver when his calloused hands run over the smooth and soft skin of your sides and tummy. His nose runs over your collar bone, and he nuzzles the swell of your breasts where they sit in your plain nude bra. If you knew you were going to get fucked tonight, you would’ve worn something much sexier.

“Don’t worry, it’s coming off anyway.” It’s like he can read your mind and you yipe in shock as he unfastens the front latch so quickly it’s like he does it telepathically.

“You wear them with a front latch because you can’t reach around your back from when you hurt your shoulder in middle school.” He really does know you well. You just blink but then Chan forces a mewl from you as his strong thigh presses hard into your covered mound.

“Focus, baby-girl.” His voice lowers even further, and it makes you shiver. Strong hands grip your ass over your shorts, pulling your hips to grind on his leg as his mouth meets yours again. You whimper through the kiss, goosebumps raising on your skin as the button of your shorts easily slip open, the zipper pulled down, and then your pants soar through the air somewhere you care not.

“There are already torn…” He justified as he grabs the hem of your pantyhose and easily rips them to literal shreds. Chan lets the remnants fall to the floor and you feel your slick through your panties against your bare thighs. At least your panties are a cute lacy purple and not just plain nude.

“You’re absolutely stunning.” He praises, hand running up your thigh so he can hitch it against his hip. Chan rolls his hips, and you squeal at the large bulge in his pants pressing to your barely covered cunt. If he feels that big through his jeans, what the hell is he hiding? He chuckles when your hips jump to get another brush of friction, reaching into his back pocket. As he pulls the foil package from his pants you snatch it from him.

“Planning this?” You try to tease him, but his gaze darkens.

“Oh, baby-girl, I’ve want to fuck you for two years now.” The man declares. You turn the pack over to look at the label, making a mental note at the size, then you look at him coyly.

“You clean?”

“Yes?”

“Good.” You toss it behind your shoulder, then grab his belt loop, pulling him to you as you sit up. You smirk at him, head tipped back so you can look him in the eye.

“Can you really feel me like you want through a rubber?” He swallows hard, all that confidence from before seeming to leave, then rushes back.

“Not even fucking close.” He admits, pushing you back down and starting to lay open mouth kisses against your neck. He sucks hard, his teeth nibbling the flesh and you shudder with a delighted whine.

“We can put my pill to the test~” You tease, and he groans, kissing down your chest. His mouth seals over your nipple as he wrestles his jeans off and you exhale in bliss as his fingers rub at your folds through the fabric still covering them.

“You care about these?” He snaps the hem of your panties. You do, but you really want to watch him tear them up more.

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’ and the lace rips and joins your other items of clothing somewhere behind him. You yelp when his hands grab your waist and shove you up the sectional, so he has room to lay on his stomach. Before you get the chance to prop yourself up on your elbows, his tongue runs up the fold of your pussy and his nose brushes your clit.

“Fuck~!” You toss your head back, body twitching as he decides to bury his tongue inside of you. He groans at your taste, hands roughly grabbing the backs of your thighs. He rolls you back, holding your legs apart and up as he mouths at you like a man starved. Your little mewls and squeaks fly out between heaving breaths, and you feel his grip tighten, knowing he’d leave bruises. When he lets go of your left leg, he makes sure you rest it on the back of the couch, and then his finger presses into your twitching cunt.

“You’re drippin’~” He chuckles, then adds another finger and your whole body seizes. Expertly, he crooks his fingers up, the ends pressing against your cervix and with a final lick to your clit, you cum. He eagerly helps you ride out your high, then cleans his fingers off with his tongue as you pant for air. Your forearm is slung over your eyes as you come back to earth, and you only move your arm to watch as he removes his final garment. You hadn’t even got a chance to look at him in just his boxers, but there he stands in absolute glory. His cock stands proud, arching up toward his toned stomach and you heave yourself up so you can see him better.

“Oh~” You giggle, wrapping your fingers around his cock and he groans at the feeling. You bite your lip, eyes meeting his giddily, then you swallow the top, whining at the salt of his precum.

“(Y/N), baby-girl~” He tosses his head back as you take more of him into your mouth. He’s thick, your jaw protesting a bit, and you still have a good few inches to go when the head hits the back of your throat. Your eyes flick to his again, and you make sure to watch his face as you keep going, only gagging slightly as your nose presses to his groin.

“Oh, fuck…” He nearly whimpers, gripping your hair, then loosens his fingers. He groans as you bob your head, breath harshly moving through your nose as his cock fills and leaves your throat. His hips jump and the sudden movement makes you gag a bit harder, but it makes your cunt clench as well.

“Shit, sorry!” He panics, but you pull off slowly, giving him your best boba eyes.

“Wanna keep doing that~?” You hope your intention is clear and he doesn’t even hesitate. The hands still in your hair pull you back onto his cock and you sit like a good girl as the fat head of Chan’s dick batters your throat. Your eyes roll back, loving not just his rough movements, but the pretty noises leaving his mouth.

“Hm, you want me to cum down your throat, baby-girl~?” Chan’s hips jerk unevenly, and you can feel his cock pulse on your tongue. You hum and nearly wiggle with glee as he presses your nose hard against his lower stomach and paints your throat white. You eagerly swallow each pump and drop, and he mumbles something about wondering why he waited so long to have you. Only half-softened, he pulls out of your mouth, and you lick the rest of his release off your lips. You don’t even get the chance to give him a smug grin before you’re flipped over onto your stomach, and he heaves your hips up.

“Tell me if I do something wrong.” His comment seems odd, but it seems he really does know you well… You gasp a moan as his hand smacks your ass, the skin stinging, and he can see your empty cunt clench around nothing.

“You want daddy’s cock?” His thumb runs through the slick of your folds, and you tremble. There’s a very specific reason you only call your father ‘papa’. You only wish you’d found Chan sooner to actually put it into practice.

“Fuck, yes, daddy~!” You squeal in joy, hiccupping when his other hand slaps your other ass cheek.

“Get ready then, baby-girl.” You’re ready mentally, but your pussy isn’t. Your cunt burns as he buries his fat cock into you with one thrust. You revel in the sting, crave it, and your already tight walls clench around him hard. Even if he wasn’t fucking you from behind, you’re sure he’s long enough to fill you completely, the tip nestled tight against your cervix.

“Fucking hell…” You sigh, nails digging into he thick fabric of the couch. He lets you get used to the stretch, but you just want him to move, you’re even getting antsy.

“Move, please.” Your wiggles are stopped with a hard spank. You yelp.

“Daddy, please.” You correct and he runs his thumb over your reddening skin.

“Sure thing, love.” Your cunt tries desperately to keep his cock inside, and a few drops of your wet land on the couch. Your breath leaves you when his hips snap, fucking back into you hard and fast, his pace not letting you catch it back. He loves the little mewls and grunts he’s literally fucking out of you. Your cheek is pressed to the cushion, drool already pooling from the corner of your mouth. He’s waited too long to take you, he decides, and he’s going to make up for the lost time.

“C-Chan, fuck-!” Your orgasm is cresting fast, a familiar burn rising with your orgasm.

Spank!

“Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna-“ Your breath shudders as your orgasm hits and he slows his pace some, grinding his cock into you as your pussy spasms.

“Oh, baby-girl~!” He groans as your cunt squirts even more slick onto his groin and balls, even both of your thighs. You slump after what seems like minutes and heave for air, but he isn’t anywhere close to done. Your near scream as he starts to pummel his hips against your ass again goes straight to his head. He leans over you, hands near your shoulders. Normally, he’s used to leaning over a girl quite a bit, but his hands fall to the sides of your shoulders rather than your head, your body just as long as his, legs even longer. Despite the small height difference (in your favor), you feel small under him; he has broad shoulders and thick muscles, and an even thicker cock. The hard and deep thrusts turn shallow, his dick barely leaving your cunt but battering your womb at the same time, bringing you up to another orgasm fast.

“So deep, daddy~” You nearly cheer, and he’s found your weakness. He presses his hips into yours, barely moving them and you gasp, a fourth orgasm already approaching. He feels your walls clench harder and you feel your pussy start to sting, but you need to fall apart again. It’s too much for him then, your raw heat and gummy walls begging him to pump you full.

“Gotta test that pill…” He mumbles, then groans as he finally falls over as well. The sticky heat of his cum fills you, so much it spurts out from around where your bodies meet, pushing you over the edge as well. Your head swims from the force of your final orgasm, stars dotting your vision. As he pants for air over you, he watches your eyes flutter; you’re wiped out.

“I’ll let you sleep over, baby-girl. Gotta rest for when I fuck you stupid tomorrow morning.”

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[sundew199]

Chateau Belle

a/n: anon request! I made one slight change but only because I thought the tension would be better for it, hope that's okay to whoever requested this!! I also got carried away with this, my b

tags: reiner x f!reader, bartender!reiner, waitress!reader, oral f!receiving, cum eating, smut, teasing, porn with some plot

Chateau Belle

The most expensive restaurant in the city and the ideal place to work, for you at least. That was your mindset going into the interview, dressed almost to the nines for the waitress position that was posted a couple of days ago. The manager, blanking on his name, was kind and straight to the point. No small talk or pleasantries, just a handful of questions and a handshake and the interview was done. You waited on pins and needles for a couple of days, giving yourself a 50/50 chance of getting the job and trying to not get your hopes up too high.

Luck was on your side, trying to remain composed over the phone when the manager let you know he was impressed with your resume and that he looked forward to having you working at Chateau Belle. Oh you could squeal! The clientele for this kind of establishment would mean hefty tips and that was exactly what you needed.

After about two months of working there and training for a couple of weeks, you felt like you were finally getting the hang of how to present yourself, how to speak and what to suggest. You were very proud of yourself and even formed a few work friendships with your coworkers.

"Who's the new bartender?"

Asking behind the host stand, trying not to eye the tall blonde with his back to the restaurant, going over the liquor bottles on display.

"Reiner, and he's not new, just out of town for a couple of months." Pieck responded, leaning over on her elbow on a pile of menus.

"Oh."

Whispering your response and trying to tear your gaze away from the tight shirt hugging his shoulders, accentuating the defined muscles underneath. No wonder you hadn't see him and he walked in like he knew exactly what he was doing. Better him than that guy who was filling in the role of bartender while he was gone. Ugh what was his name? Zeke?

"Reiner's cool, been working here for a couple of years. He's all the waitress' favorite, and im sure it won't be too hard for you to figure out why." Pieck giggled, giving you a wink and giggling a little more at the eye roll you were giving. You understood why just based on appearances, and you had yet to see his face.

Just when you were about to ask Pieck another question your name was called by the restaurant manager, beckoning you over, presumably to go over what your shift might look like today.

"Since you haven't been trained on cocktails and what not and Reiner's back, I'll have you do that."

"So I'm not going to be waiting tables?" Trying not to sound too dumb when you asked, but not quite grasping the need for you to be trained behind the bar.

"You will, I'm predicting a slow night tonight, but I have all the waiters and waitress' learn a few drinks in case the bar gets backed up."

Oh. That made sense. The restaurant could get unbearably busy without warning and you wanted to be efficient as possible at your new job.

After listening to the last bit of information your manager had to give you, he instructed you to introduce yourself to Reiner before the restaurant opened back up again. Another convent thing about working here was there was a short period the establishment closed to transition from lunch to dinner service, real fancy stuff.

Like you've never spoken to another person before, your stomach flipped on itself, butterflies swarming the closer you got the bar, Reiner not even noticing you yet. Good god he was attractive, chiseled jawline, sharp nose, plump lips and the faintest freckles across his cheeks the bridge of his nose.

"Hi," Clearing your throat, waiting for him to stop looking at the sheet in front of him. "I'm the new hire, John sent me over to train-"

"Oh hey," Coming off of his elbows and pushing the laminated paper to the side and away from him. "Yea he went over everything before I even clocked in, I'm Reiner, nice to meet you."

He was leaning over the bar now with an outstretched hand, warmly smiling at you and waiting for you to shake his hand. Reluctantly you shook it, giving him your name in a sheepish tone with a sheepish smile. God? Why were you so nervous? This was embarrassing almost.

Trying to think of something else to say, you had your plans thwarted when Sasha, the sous chef, stuck her head out from the doors leading to the kitchen to ask you a question. You gave Reiner a small wave before disappearing. Unfortunately Sasha didn't have anything too important to say, briefing you on the evening specials, which were already told to you by several different people tonight. Still, you thanked her and headed back out to the main area to start getting ready. Even for a possible slow night, everyone who came in to dine would still be treated with the top service.

Your first table of the night was someone familiar, serving them before right after you started working here. They were so impressed with your service that they promised to ask for you every time they came in. The man and the woman were a slightly older couple, looking like they may have a few older kids, and boy were they well off, clearly not looking at the price when they ordered and always leaving a good tip.

The wife surprised you tonight by ordering one of the signature cocktails instead of her regular glass of red wine, meaning you got to give the order to Reiner directly. Tonight was going to change a lot of things and wouldn't lie and say that thought didn't excite you a bit.

Putting their appetizers in and the husband's regular drink order, you took your notepad over to the bar and slapped it down to grab Reiner's attention.

"What do you got?" Sliding his way over, taking the notepad you set down.

"French Martini, for Mrs.Scotts."

Reiner's brow raised, one corner of his mouth raising in what you think was a slight smirk. "Doesn't she typically order red wine?"

How would he know? Oh wait, he's been here a lot longer than you have and the Scotts come here quite often too, duh.

"She does, but I sold her on trying one of the drinks specials." False confidence pouring into your words to try and impress Reiner, which was silly if you thought about it deeper.

"Did you?"

Damn. Saw right through it.

"No, but we can pretend I did."

Reiner laughed smoothly, setting the notepad back down and pushing himself off the bar to start on the drink, grabbing things with ease and sometimes without even looking. Suave.

"So I gotta teach you a few drinks and also how to sell, tsk tsk I heard you were picking things up pretty quick."

Cheeky fucker he was, making sure he saw your over exaggerated eye roll at his comment. Whatever nerves had been there before were gone, realizing Reiner was easy to talk to right off the bat, conversation and banter flowing quite nicely.

"Here, before your next table comes in, stop by here for a few minutes so I can teach you how to up sell the drink specials."

Taking the martini and putting it on the small tray Reiner had set out for you, you huffed.

"Aren't you suppose to be teaching me how to make drinks incase you get busy?"

"I can do both, I'm capable of multitasking." Winking, fucking winking at you and tossing the rag he wiped the down the bar with underneath, then tipping his head in the direction of where the Scotts were sitting, instructing you to go give them their drinks.

Due to misfortune on everyone's end, you didn't have enough time to stop by the bar before your next table, the restaurant getting stupidly busy and ruining the preset plans to train with Reiner. Should've known better than to get your hopes up like this.

And maybe you spoke too soon, seeing the rush die down significantly after about an hour and a half, waving out the table you just finished serving out the door, trying not to let yourself get too antsy to swing by the bar.

The second you couldn't see them anymore, you stuffed your notepad into the pocket of the waist apron you wore and sped walk over to the bar. From afar, he looked a bit stressed, brows pinched with concentration, lips pulled into a thin line.

"Bad time?"

Announcing your presence with a question that bordered on an amusing tone, instantly softening the harsh lines of his face.

"Nah, let me make this last drink and I'll train you." Chuckling under his breath, tipping the shaker over the fine delicate glassware rimmed with what you think was salt or maybe sugar.

Instantly, right as Reiner finished making the drink, one of the other waiters, maybe Armin or Eren came by to grab it and rush it over to their table.

"Come back here," Lifting the part of the counter to get behind the bar for you, striding back over to where he was originally standing. Closer to him than you were before, the size of him was so much more drastic. Reiner was stocky, bulky and looked like he could've been a star athlete with his physique alone.

"This is our most commonly ordered drink, a cosmopolitan, which I'm sure you already know, but it pretty simple."

Grabbing a cocktail glass and reaching behind for the vodka, he measured the perfect amount by his eyes only, tossing the bottle back and reaching for another.

"Two or so ounces of vodka, and ounce of Cointreau, then an ounce of cranberry juice and lime juice, garnish with any kind of citrus peel, whatever we have on hand." Saying as he poured and measure all the listed ingredients, handing you a curled orange peel to garnish like he said, taking it and brushing the tips of your fingers across his.

Such a cliche but failing to stop the electricity from his touch running through your veins, locking eyes with him and thinking unholy thoughts. Just glancing at his large hands made you wonder what they felt like touching and squeezing all over your body. Oh good god, get a grip.

"Armin is a little backed up, you mind running this to his table?" Reiner asked after a beat, his voice sending goosebumps across your skin.

"Table number? and sure."

"15. I'll teach you another drink once you get back." Winking, again at his little promise, maybe realizing the effect it had on you. First time meeting the guy and you already want to fuck him. Great.

Smiling sweetly at him, moving the drink onto a tray, you carefully maneuvered out from behind the bar and over to where Armin's table was, you were close to having the entire seating chart memorized.

Dropping off the drink and even grabbing a few things they asked for, you caught Armin and asked if he needed any help, seeing as he was looking a bit backed and no one had been sat in your section since the last table left. He declined even after you insisted, giving in finally but reminding him to come find you if he did need help.

Without much else to do, you went back to the bar, learning a few more drinks and delivering some to the tables they were for. No one had been sat in your section still, the idea that Pieck may have been doing it on purpose coming to mind, though you weren't exactly complaining.

"Whiskey sour, Dirty Martini and a double shot of Crown, Eren's table." Reiner ordered out, barely glancing at you as he set the drinks on the tray.

Balancing the tray partially over your shoulder to avoid spilling, you weaved in and out of customers and staff all rushing around to get what they needed. The atmosphere was tense, stressed as things were slowly picking up again, but at least you already met your goal for tips tonight or else you might be a little irritated at Pieck for not seating your section.

Eren's table came into your vision, starting to make a beeline and being a bit careless when you collided with a customer who walked right out in front of you.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" Instantly apologizing to the man, utterly embarrassed and trying to decide if you should grab the broken glasses from the floor or keep checking over the man who now had multiple liquors down the front of his shirt.

"It's fine, I should've been more aware." Smoothly reassuring you, even going a step farther to help you clean up the broken glass, heightening the embarrassment inside of you. Since when were you this clumsy for fuck sakes?

Apologizing to the nice gentleman again, you rushed back over to the bar and didn't even need to say a word to Reiner, taking the tray and surprisingly not even looking mad. Remaking the drinks faster than he did the first time, he stepped out from behind the bar and took the drinks himself, making you feel even worse than you already did.

Hanging around the bar, picking at your nails and trying to rid the last of the humiliation from inside, you sighed and slumped over the counter, holding your face in your hands.

"Mistakes happen, don't beat yourself up."

Reiner was back, hearing his voice from behind and then beside you, peaking through your fingers, catching his pearly whites in the dim lights.

"It's still embarrassing." Coming up from your little self pity party and looking Reiner in the eye, shrugging and wishing the night were over already.

"So? Only people that'll remember this are me, you and that guy."

"Oh that's so reassuring."

"You're welcome."

Someone was sat in your section a little while after the humiliating slip up with the drinks, keeping you occupied for the last bit of your shift. And for some unknown reason you decided to take Annie's closing shift tonight, maybe as a sort of punishment for fucking up something so simple.

No one wanted to stay behind longer than they had too unless they were closing once the front doors were locked, which you now wishing that were you, tired and wanting to just go home and unwind. Most of pre-closing had been done, saving you a bunch of time since it was just you and Marco closing the dining area. He offered to finish up the very last of it so you could go home and you almost took him up on it until spotting Reiner still behind the bar. For no other reason other than your sinful thoughts did you approach him, in a bit of a better mood since it was only the two of you up front now.

"Thought Annie was closing?"

"I decided to be nice and close for her tonight."

"How saintly of you."

Smirking as he wiped the rim of the glass in his hands, getting the last of the smudge spots off with his rag. Those thick fingers worked a small portion of the rag hard into the glass, really getting in there like it had to be beyond spotless for it to be satisfactory. Neither of you said anything else for a while, Reiner cleaning some more cocktail glasses and you watching him, like you couldn't be home curled up in bed.

"How are you liking it here so far?"

"Just like any other job, but the people here are nicer than my last one."

His brow raised at that, suddenly so much more interested in what you had to say, prompting you to laugh a bit.

"I don't know, no one treats me like I'm incompetent because I'm new, which I didn't think was possible."

"Well you are competent, just based on what I've seen and heard." Seconding your statement with his own, smiling that sweet smile again and hanging the cocktail glass on the rack right above where you sat on the barstool. The muscles in his arm strained against the fabric of his oddly tight white button up he wore. Now that you thought about, his shirt was tighter than you initially thought and it did such a nice job of accentuating his muscles. Here you go again, lusting after a man you just met today. But who could really blame you.

"So Pieck says you were on vacation when I started, where did you go?" Forcing some small talk on your end simply because you didn't want to leave yet, which was such an odd thing to think.

"The beach with some friends."

"Ohhh, I'm just going to assume you wore the tightest swim trunks didn't you?" Not even knowing where that came from but proud of yourself for it landing when Reiner gave a small laugh.

"Do I give off the impression I would?"

"You do yeah." Leaning across the bar, closer to him and wiggling your brows a bit.

"Well, your assumption or I guess impression is correct, wore the tightest ones I could buy. Had to give the ladies something to look at." Flashing you that wink again, but this time sending heat to your gut at the mental image of him in tight ass swim trunks on the beach.

"I'm sure they appreciated it."

Now it was Reiner's turn to lean over the counter, moving in close to your face, almost sharing the exact same air as you in the next to nothing space between you two. You watched him wet his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, imagining what his tongue and lips would feel like.

"Don't all ladies appreciate something like that?"

Air caught in your throat at his whispered question, the insinuation clear in his tone, sending a small shiver up your spine.

"I would assume so, especially if there's something to look at."

"There's something to look at alright."

Fuck you were about to go insane, Reiner was so quick and smooth with his comebacks it left you a bit breathless, not having a quick enough response it seemed.

Again, neither of you moved, frozen across the bar and staring at each other, mainly at one another eyes and lips, hoping for a surge of confidence on either end.

"I'll let you be the judge of that though."

Now you really were speechless, watching Reiner pull away and step back just enough so you could see him from the waist down, and god he was not lying either. It was hard to tell if he was fully hard or not, but shit he was big.

Tucking and releasing your bottom lip, you did a quick look around to see if anyone were around, excited that it was clear and that even the kitchen looked closed down already.

Sitting up on your knees on the barstool. you hoist yourself up and slide across until your sitting on the edge of the other side, shamelessly admiring the bulge in Reiner's slacks, hearing his throaty chuckle and the scuff of his shoes as he took a few steps forward.

"Well?"

Placing his hands on either side of you on the counter, leaning in close again, the tip of his nose almost touching yours.

"I envy the girls who got to see you at the beach." Smirking and pulling back just a bit to tease, only for Reiner to lean all the way forward and press a kiss to your lips.

Taken by surprise, you don't kiss him back, you freeze in shock for a moment before melting into it and wrapping your arms around his neck. This was probably the fastest you've ever kissed one of your coworkers, a new record.

His hands were instantly roaming up your body, messing with the buttons on your shirt, specifically around where your breasts were, setting his goal from the get go. You moaned into his mouth when he pulled you even more to the edge, standing up straight and wedging his way between your legs, pressing his hard on to your crotch.

"Won't need to envy anymore after this." Breaking from the kiss, giving you a smug smile and diving back in for another, more insistent and hungry this time, devouring your mouth the moment his lips touched yours again.

Everything was buzzing inside you, the arousal and tension heightening your senses, making you sensitive to his touch over your clothes. The little noises being lost in his mouth were spurring him on, motivating him to pull more of them from you.

His patience was wearing a bit thin, breaking the kiss again and glancing at your swollen lips, mind wandering to other thoughts at the mere sight. Reiner, swiftly unbuttons your shirt all the way, untucking it from your pants and cupping one of your breasts through the bra and landing kisses just below your collarbone. His thumb pressed against your erect nipple, dragging his tongue across your skin and nipping it with his teeth along the way, your head falling back with a blissful moan.

Reiner really didn't waste time, not even processing he undid your bra with one hand, freeing your tits and nearly moaning too loud once his tongue flicked over one of your nipples. he was looking up at you, smiling as he slowly traced your nipple with the tip of his tongue, laughing deep in his chest as he then enclosed his lips around it, still maintaining eye contact.

"Shit-"

Was all you could say at your body tingled with lust and arousal, your pussy throbbing behind your pants and underwear begging to be free, begging for touch, for his touch.

"Lay back for me."

Instructing with a raspy voice once he came off your nipple, gently pushing you back to lay across the counter, kissing down your stomach and making your back arch. His hand undid the button and zipper of your pants and your had already mindlessly kicked off your shoes, making it easy to slide your pants all the way off, leaving you in soaked panties from the waist down.

Reiner hummed seeing the damp spot, dragging his nose down your naval with another laugh, keeping those pretty golden eyes on yours. If he were a tease during the shift today, you could only imagine what he might be like in bed, and fuck you were about to find out.

Spreading your legs for him, Reiner dotted your inner thighs in pecking kisses, getting closer and closer to your cunt, but also taking his time. He pressed his nose to it, inhaled and then sighed dreamily, kissing right over where your clit would be.

"Fuck I wanna devour you."

You sat up on your elbows, draping one leg over his shoulder, which he came up to stroke with his hand endearingly. "Are you always this horny at work?"

Asking with a taunt in your voice, enjoying the sight down between your legs. All Reiner did was shrug, slip a finger behind the side of the hem of your panties, teasing you with pulling it aside.

"More or less."

"Well then let me ask a different question," Trying to keep your voice steady despite him slowly moving the fabric to the side. "Do you fuck all the new hires here?"

Reiner laughed, finally pulling your panties all the way to the side, flitting his eyes to the sight of your dripping cunt.

"Just the pretty ones." Teasing right before he licked a single stripe across your folds, yanking your panties even more to the side to give him more access, burying his face in your pussy without hesitation.

Your knees automatically wanted to close around his head, but he kept them apart with his broad shoulders, burying his tongue inside your hole and bumping his nose along your clit, raising the pitch in your moans and making it impossible to keep it down. Hopefully no one had decided to linger like you and Reiner were.

His delightful hums and moans vibrated against your sensitive flesh, turning your body weak and unable to stay upright. The shoulders of your shirt were slipping down your arms, finally deciding to shrug it off along with your bra, presenting Reiner with the opportunity to grab and squeeze your tit, pinch and twist your nipple as he swirled and flicked his tongue over your clit like a mad man.

"Sound so pretty, baby."

Words muffled by your pussy but still making you shutter, allowing yourself to get a bit more vocal as he ravished your pussy like no one has before. And he was being just as vocal as you were, groaning and grunting like this were getting him off and it wouldn't be that much of a surprise if he was.

"Fuck, who taught you how to eat pussy like this?" Gasping and landing a hand in his soft blonde hair, pulling on the thick strands and shaking from the stimulation.

"Practice, lots of it."

Barely coming off to respond, taking his own opportunity to shove two fingers inside you without warning, sending you up off the counter and crying out. He didn't even give you a chance to process his response, leaving no room for jealously of any kind to simmer inside with the lust, and maybe that was a good thing.

Thick fat fingers scissored you open of his mouth sucking at your clit, juices smearing down his face, wetting the goatee enough for it to catch in the low light above the bar. You were close, and he could tell, fluttering and pumping his middle and ring finger faster, humming salaciously around your clit, giving you a doe eyed look as he watched you crumble with the approaching orgasm.

Your orgasm ran from your head to your toes, rattling your entire body as you came on his tongue, not even caring that it was all over the bar too, at the restaurant both of you worked at. But shit, who cares, that was the first intense orgasm you've had in a longe time.

Reiner came up, cleaned his fingers with his mouth and smashing you in a kiss to give you a taste. Everything was a blur, barely registering the sound of his pants coming undone or how he held you tightly at the hips and scooting nearly all the way off the counter.

Only when the head of his cock split through your folds did you pull away from the kiss, trying to push him back.

"What?" Looking confused at what you were trying to do.

"Let me suck you off," Feeling as if were unfair that you got head and he didn't not wanting to be any greedier than you already were.

"Next time." Thrusting his hips forward and into your pussy, slamming himself inside abruptly. Thank god you were dripping with your cum and just arousal in general or that might've hurt more than what it did. Your jaw was slack in a silent moan, even Reiner having to take a second to gain his bearings before moving, realizing it probably wasn't the smartest move.

"So tight, holy fuck." Panting above you, his forehead resting on yours as he slowly pulled his hips back only half way, easing his way back in with a gentle thrust. Just from the feel he was thick, knowing you were absolutely stretched out around him in the best way possible.

"God you're fucking big, fuck." Digging your nails into his shoulders to hold on, the only support you had from falling flat on your ass were your legs now wrapped around him and his hand holding you tight at the hip.

"You can take more of me, already sucking me and I'm only halfway."

Arrogance bled through his tone, pushing his hips flush with yours and laughing under his breath. Reiner clearly knew how to work what was between his legs, and thank god too. After endless mediocre hookup for as long as you could remember, it was nice to have some fuck the shit out of you good.

Allowing you some grace, Reiner started with a slow unhurried rhythm, giving you a second to adjust around him before he started slamming into you like a mad man. But you were impatient, clawing down his arms and whispering to him for more and to go faster. At first he ignore you, really not wanting to hurt you, but eventually the warmth of your walls around his dick enticed him to start slamming into you relentlessly.

You clung to him like your life depended on it, the cresents from your nails on his skin started to bleed a little from how hard you were digging into his shoulder. It wouldn't be help, the way Reiner's cocked was bruising your cervix with everything thrust was making you see stars.

He muffles his groans into your neck, occasionally biting down or suctioning his lips around the skin, to leave a mark on purpose. Reiner got off to the blooming purple on skin when he fucked like this, and your skin was so pretty he was dying to see it on yours, didn't matter if you both met each other for the first time today, Reiner was greedy.

"You feel so good, oh my god Rei-ner." Hiccuping through your words, arching off the counter harshly, defying just how much you thought your back could bend.

"You too, god damn." Huffing back, coming off of your neck and holding you down at the hips with both hands, watching his coated dick thrust in and out of your pussy rapidly. As appealing as the sight was, any longer and he would've cum and he wasn't ready to just yet.

Your tits bounced in time with his hips, raised into the air from the arch in your back, making him pulse and get harder from watching, all while inside you with your walls hugging him tight.

Reiner doesn't even know what came over him, just seeing you, how pretty you were and how easy it was to hold a conversation with you made it easier it seems. Normally no he wouldn't fuck someone if he just met them a couple of hours ago, but shit there was something about you that he couldn't quite place.

Beginning to falter in his thrust, Reiner grunted, moving one of his hands from your hips to grip the counter instead, his orgasm unable to be held off for much longer.

"Play with yourself, let me see you play with yourself baby." Whispering between pants, letting his head fall back as he tried to hold back for just a few seconds longer.

You moaned, sitting up on one elbow, using two fingers to part your folds around his thick thrusting in and out, looking up at him and seeing the tired but approving nod at your action. Reiner moaned the moment your started circling your clit with your middle finger, unable to look away as he frantically thrusted in and out of your, breaking his rhythm.

"That's it, fuck yes. You gonna cum on my dick?"

There wasn't much energy left for you to speak, nodding your head with a whimper, eventually murmuring out a yes.

"Can't hear you baby."

Clenching around him with a disapproving whine you cried out. "Yes, I'm gonna cum on your dick, fuck."

A raspy laugh is all you get for that declaration, Reiner approving and holding you closer and pressing you into another kiss.

"Cum with me then." Requesting in a sort of desperate manner, in between heated kisses, holding the back of your hair and thrusting into you three or four more time until he stills completely, filling you while you shook with your second orgasm.

Everything was hot and sticky, your skin stuck to his clothes and felt odd when you pulled away. Reiner carefully slid out of you, biting back a wince from the loss of contact.

He made you wait while he grabbed a fresh rag to clean you up with, getting you a glass of water from the sink behind the bar and helping you back into some of your clothes. He was being incredibly gentle and you weren't really expecting it, but still appreciated it nonetheless.

"You owe me a free drink next shift."

"For what exactly?" leaning back into the counter beside where you sat, idly rubbing his palm on your knee in a soothing manner.

"For making me wearing panties after cumming in me." Snorting out a laugh, knowing there wasn't much that could be done.

"Fine take them off and I'll just keep them." Holding out his hand and giving you a mockingly serious look, before breaking out into laugher after you did.

"Fucking perv."

"Maybe just a little, but don't go saying that when we're at work, I like this job." Turning a bit serious, hoping you wouldn't screw him over with a little joke between the two of you.

"Don't worry, all of this stays between us." Placing your hand over his on your knee and reassuring him with a smile. Whether this was a one time thing or a benefits thing, you'd keep all this right here, behind the bar of Chateau Belle.

[raavenb2619]

hi you should definitely post your thoughts on each episode of Koisenu Futari (if you want to). cause there’s some character arcs and seeing how opinions of characters change is really fun!

-Interested aros in your area

You know what, I think I will. I didn't have anything to do for ASAW this year, but all of a sudden I do :)

Koisenu Futari Episode 1 spoilers under the cut

Sakuko eating food so she didn't have to talk about love, and then eating too much is just so so funny to me. Peak character design right there.

I can already tell that "Our castle" is a motif that will make me cry because I've glanced through @arotechno's posts about Koisenu Futari.

Sakuko finding Takahashi's blog is incredibly funny to me personally because I am an aroace blogger. (I mean it's also...I've been running this blog for a long time, huh. I haven't answered advice asks in a while, but like. My blog is a resource that I know has helped people figure out that they're aspec. And that's. Huh. There's something weird or surreal about that to me right now, I guess.)

Sakuko asking to be Takahashi's family when she just met him shows me that like, yeah this show really really does know what it's talking about. Because...yeah. (TV show: *is about being aroace*. Me, an aroace: *is shocked that this is so relatable*)

I also just, can't get over the fact that like. This is a real TV show. This is a real professionally made TV show, with actors and extras and lighting and cameras and soundtrack and mixing and cinematography and blocking and. Like, I've seen Bojack Horseman and stuff but like. This is a TV show about aromanticism and asexuality. And a lot of real actual people, real actual real life adults with jobs and stuff who got paid by working on this, worked on this. And the aspec stuff isn't just an incidental side character whose asexuality overshadows their aromanticism and whose identity is rarely relevant. This is a TV show specifically about being aroace. That's literally what it's about.

Has anyone done motivic analysis of the music? I wonder if there's anything interesting. I notice the piano at the very start of Ep 1 came back later in Ep 1. Obligatory https://raavenb2619.wordpress.com/2021/04/28/how-frozen-and-frozen-iis-music-codes-elsa-as-aroace/

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hanging out in the Mansion

Another one!!! Growls@@ im halfway tempted to go look for the old fics and quizzes I used to adore on quotev in middle school

Notes: gn reader, you're a crp, written as non romantic since youre new to the mansion, long post, there will be some character overlap due to "OH x and y hang out together too", very self indulgent, technical part two to the breakfast post

CWs: canon typical violence and death mentions

Characters: slenderman, splendorman, jeff, nina, Jane, masky, hoodie, Toby, Ben, Sally, Eyeless jack, laughing jack

SLENDERMAN

He doesn't really... do much... sure he doesn't outwardly stop you from tagging along with him, but... it kind of feels like a vague tolerance of your existence there in the moment

The only time he really shuts you down and makes you leave is when he goes out into the woods to feed... or when he shuts himself inside his.. office.. space.. at least it looked like an office from the fleeting glimpse you caught through the door before he shut it in your face

But outside of that he tends to... observe the others... sticking to the walls, near the corners

He is... a good listener. At least you think he is. You could tell him anything and he'd cast you no judgement... you wouldn't get any confirmation he was actually paying attention to you until he brings up something you said or liked weeks later

SPLENDORMAN

You can usually find him either keeping Sally entertained or chatting with someone, at least when he's in the mansion! He... actually leaves fairly often for a few hours.. no clue what he does- you haven't quite figured it out or worked up the nerve to ask

But whatever he's doing he's more than happy to let you join him! All you have to do is ask! As far as he's concerned you're already a friend

Though get ready for him to gently and not so subtly pry- asking all sorts of questions to get to know you. Absolute sweetheart even if a little intrusive, if his questions ever tread to more... personal subjects... let him know and he'll drop it in an instant

Always makes sure you're included in any group activities he's in

MASKY

Odds are he's with hoodie, so the three of you are going to be a trio for the day.. you kind of just follow their lead once they're back from doing... whatever it was they were sent out into the woods to do

He doesn't talk much- at most he might respond to you verbally once or twice. It's not that he doesn't like you- he doesn't have any strong feelings for you yet. It's just that he's not very... talky

If you ask bluntly enough he'll show you around the mansion. You already know where the rooms and kitchen are. As well as the living room.. he shows you where other non-bedroom rooms are, as well as the immediate forested area around the mansion

It's... actually a little nice once the quiet tension passes

HOODIE

Great listener, you can talk to him about just about anything. He kind of... nods.. when you trail off and go quiet. You can keep going, he doesn't mind

You're free to tag along behind him as he walks around doing some smaller stuff around the woods. He may not have any assigned work from slenderman at the moment... but sometimes he can't stand just doing nothing

Plus your voice is a nice change from the silence of the woods... also it's a good opportunity for you to get to know the general layout. Landmarks to mentally jot down so you don't get lost

Even if you know sign language he doesn't communicate that much- not much for conversing from his side of things

TICCI TOBY

He mostly hangs out in the living room so going up to him is fairly easy! He's not going to be totally buddy buddy with you off the bat but he's not shut off

If he's in the living room, jeff is there too. And that gets him talking- you're free to hop into the conversation whenever you'd like if you've got something worth while to say

Actually if it goes well you're free to join the two of them just about whenever! He plans on going around the woods tonight to do.. fuck all.. collect rocks, run around, things like that. Maybe the three of you can go out to town and nab some snacks

Only if you're not gonna get them caught of course

JEFF

It's too light outside to go out and do some slashing so in order to kill the time Jeff lounges about the mansion. You're free to join... you seemed cool at breakfast so try not to make yourself look like a total dork

Knife throwing is one of his favorite hobbies when Slenderman isn't breathing down his neck. Throwing the blade decently is a quick way to foster a friendship with him! Though if you suck... maybe he'll be nice enough to give you some tips

He's... a little hot headed... easily agitated. So keep that in mind when interacting with him pre solidified friendship- he's got a shorter fuse for people he doesn't really have a connection to

But other than that he's... oddly chill enough to hang out with. If you impress him he might ask you to come to town with him tonight to pick out some late night stragglers

JANE

She doesn't really spend time around in the common areas or with others. Nina's too much. Jeff is.. Jeff.. She does sometimes play with sally.. lj is too loud and ej returns her blunt and somewhat cold attitude... so she spends a lot of her time either in her room, outside, or in the library

She doesn't own the woods or the mansions library so you're free to join her. Just don't get all up in her business

She at least gives you some attention if you ask something or need something. She won't go out of her way to get you something but she at least gives you instructions

Low social battery, it's best not to pester her too much all at once... slow burn friendship...

More or less instantly shuts you out if she finds out you're also getting buddy buddy with jeff

NINA

Drags you around the mansion- basically pulling you by the arm the entire time. While masky shows you around in silence she's going to be telling you every little detail... even if a lot of the stuff serves no purpose to you

But once that's done and squared away she actually.. just outright asks if you want to go hang out in her room. Maybe listen to music.. watch a movie.. make something-

At least that's assuming she doesn't plant herself in the living room to chat up Jeff and catch up with Toby... or assuming she doesn't get snatched up by Sally to go play some games

Really she kind of drifts around the mansion doing whatever...! Like laughing jack there's a chance you'll be hanging out with someone else if you stick with her!

BEN DROWNED

Odds are he's with Jeff. Sure maybe not physically, but when you're a spirit tied to technology there aren't many windows to step out into the physical world

Oh he WILL make fun of you for throwing up your throws during the knife throwing thing. He will never let you live down a particularly bad throw. Months can pass and he will still bring it up

He doesn't really ask you questions about yourself- at least not the "OH where are you from?" "What do you like?" Ect ect ect ice breaker questions to get to know people... nah... he's more likely to ask if you wanna get your ass handed to you in a game

It's been so long since he's had a new gaming buddy- sometimes having the same shit talk with the same people gets old

SALLY

Well obviously she's going to drag you off to play some games! Odds are she's managed to snag a few others to join you!

It's actually.. really fun... sure it's little kids games- board games, tea parties, pretend. Things like that but who doesn't like innocent fun every now and then?

It also gives you a chance to just.. have a moment of peace. No doubt the transition of moving into the mansion has been hectic

...good luck trying to leave, she's going to get for at least one more game.. and another... and another... playing with splendor and Jane and on occasion ben and nina is fun- but you're fun too it seems!

LAUGHING JACK

Always on his feet- he seems almost incapable of keeping still for very long. Sticking with him leads to you scurrying across nearly the entire mansion and learning just about every inch of it save for any rooms that are off limits

Hes.. open. Chatty and willing to pick you apart to figure out what makes you tick- not in a malicious way to keep you in line... no no no, it's all mostly innocent for him...

He can be a little overstimulating sometimes, though, he talks a lot and he talks loud. Not quite shouting but his talking voice is definitely louder than most... he also moves around. A lot. Not just walking- he emotes a LOT. And laughs... a lot

Hanging out with him often times leads you hanging out with just about everyone for at least a few minutes

EYELESS JACK

He likes to spend his time alone. He doesn't... really enjoy spending time around others. Everyone's either too nosey or too loud. Your best bet at getting close to him is just... letting him take the lead

Small talk is going to be your best friend- slipping in some words in passing whenever you guys run into one another. He's reclusive but he's not outright rude... well... okay he's blunt and sometimes doesn't have tact but he's not going to ignore you if you haven't done anything wrong

It's like trying to befriend a cat. Give him time and let him warm up to you at his own pace. He won't be all over you when he starts seeing you as a friend but overtime those few shared words turn into sentences...

Maybe one day you can convince him to come hang out in your room to watch a show or something

[mentally-a-slut]

Three Days (Arthur Morgan x Fem! Reader) (SMUT)

Anddddd here we are! Part two of 'Staring Problem'! This can be read as a stand alone, but if you want a suggestive lead up, then go read part one! I tried my best with this one, but I haven't written explicit smut like this in a long time, so go easy on me! Writing this also reminded me that I loathe writing in second person, so from here on out I think I'll either do first or third. I won't bore you with details here, but I'll put up a separate post updating y'all on some stuff. Anyway, enjoy, and please leave feedback! Silent readers are appreciated but leaving comments helps me get motivated to continue! Even just a one word comment or an emoji helps! - Azi >:)

Summary: Arthur's been gone on a job for three days, which isn't a new development. However, a new development in your relationship just before he left leave you wanting. But fear not, as your troubles will be soon solved!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: unprotected PinV sex, smut, oral (f receiving), overall filth, reader is female, unedited (sorry), probably OOC Arthur but we're here for dick not character analysis!

You had always hated when Arthur went away on jobs, but ever since he left you hanging, your distaste for his long absences had grown.

You hadn't seen the man in three days, only getting a parting kiss and a heavy, heated promise as a farewell. The first day he was gone, you were mostly in awe of what had happened, wistfully going about your day and daydreaming of things to come.

The second day left you a little frustrated, the ache for him only growing with his absence. The other girls had noticed too, only making you more irritable as they teased you relentlessly for your obvious attitude change.

The third day was when you started to get worried. He'd been gone on longer jobs than this before, but you still couldn't help the nervous bouncing of your leg as you sat across from Tilly, trying to busy yourself with patching up some clothes.

"I'm sure he's fine. He's been gone much longer than this before."

Your lips contorted into a line, eyebrows knitted as you shook off the pain of the needle piercing the soft pad of your thumb. "I know. Just miss him, I guess."

Tilly just smiled and let you work in silence alongside her.

Arthur had gone to rob some stagecoach close to Emerald Ranch, along with Javier and Micah. You trusted Javier to help bring him back safely, but the addition of Micah made you nervous. He had a reputation of losing his cool and endangering the lives of everyone in a five mile radius.

Abigail had been very helpful the last couple of days. She understood every minor shift in your demeanor in the time he was gone. John was no stranger to long jobs, so Abigail knew exactly how it felt to sit idle while the men were out in danger.

John tried to be helpful, saying things about how Arthur had been bled half to death before and still made it back alive, but that only made things worse. You appreciated the effort, though.

It was getting close to evening now, the light of the sun slowly disappearing behind the horizon. You tried not to feel disappointed, knowing that if they were on the way back, they would likely stop and make camp for another night before arriving. Riding at night was never good unless they were on the way to a job. Riding back during the day was safer, and helped them keep an eye out for any witnesses or general hinderances along the way.

Just as you were about to resign yourself to your lonely bedroll for the night, the sound of rumbling hooves shook the ground under your feet.

You whipped your head around to see three healthy horses slowing to a walk near the hitch posts, each one carrying an upright, unharmed figure. You silently cursed the fact that Micah had made it back alive, but figured it was too much to hope that you'd get Arthur back and get rid of Micah in one day.

You didn't care what it looked like to the others, throwing all cares out as you rushed over to greet the man that had been haunting your thoughts for the last three days. He was just finishing up tying his big black shire to the post, taking the weight off his horse for the night, when you tackled him into a hug.

He stumbled slightly, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist as he snaked an arm around yours to steady himself. His breath tickled the top of your head as he chuckled. "Miss me?"

You scoffed and pulled your head from his chest, still gripping the sides of his jacket as you looked up at him. "You were gone three days!"

He smiled down at you and pulled you back against him, settling his other hand to cradle your head against his chest. "I missed you too, sweetheart."

All of a sudden, he withdrew, his eyes landing on the man a few feet away that was tending to his horse. "Javier!"

He turned. "Yeah, Arthur?"

"Tell Dutch me and my lady are goin' on a little vacation for a while, will ya?"

Javier nodded with a smirk, and you shrieked as Arthur lifted you onto his horse without warning. He followed shortly after, kicking his horse into a fast walk as a few wolf whistles resounded from camp.

You held onto his waist tightly as he sped up. "Where are we goin'?"

"Just into town."

"What are we gonna do there so late at night?"

You felt more than heard his responding chuckle. "Get a room."

"Oh. Oh."

The excitement that tingled through your body was electric, buzzing the whole ride there.

~~~~~~

You would have flustered at the knowing look on the hotel receptionist's face if you had been at all aware of anything but Arthur.

Arthur thanked the man before leading you up the stairs to the room, his large hand gripping yours the whole way there. You expected him to jump straight into action the second the door closed behind you, but instead his strong arms pulled you into a hug.

His arms encircled you and pressed you against him as he nestled his face into your neck. The vibration of his words against your neck sent sparks through your body straight to your core. "Thought about you the whole time."

You sighed into him, holding onto his as if he would disintegrate upon letting go. He only pulled back to gently tilt your chin up, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips.

The kiss was so soft, so filled with emotion, his fingers brushing lovingly across your cheek as your lips molded together. You were the one to lean into it, chapped lips parting and teeth nipping lightly at him.

The responding noise from him fueled your desire more, the desperate groan making your whole body ache for his touch. His hands moved from your waist to your hips, fingers bunching up in the fabric of your shirt as he fought your tongue with his.

When his rough fingers brushed against the bare skin of your waist, you whined into the kiss, arching into him. He chuckled against your lips, brushing his hands even further up your shirt and coming to a stop just under your tits.

You broke the kiss just for a moment to lift your shirt over your head, discarding it wildly behind you. You yelped as he lifted you and spun you around, walking you backwards towards the bed. You tugged him down on top of you, slipping a hand under his shirt to feel to ripples of muscle on his chest and stomach.

"Arthur," you whined, tugging at his shirt. He got the hint, discarding his shirt before meeting your lips again. His kiss was rougher this time, wet and messy as he took in the feeling of your body against his. You brought your legs up to circle around his waist, and you whimpered when he pressed his hips forward against yours, his hardened cock straining against his pants.

You tangled your hands in his hair, tugging lightly. He squeezed your hips in response, kissing down your neck and nipping at the skin on your chest.

His hands snaked around your back, undoing your bra without even pausing. He broke the kiss only when he pulled the straps down, revealing your chest to the open air. Your first instinct was to cover yourself, but he didn't even give you the chance.

You didn't have the brain capacity to be embarrassed at the sound that came out of you when he took a nipple into his mouth, gripping the other with his large hand. He groaned against you, his erection brushing against you. He was growing harder by the second, the mere sight of you arousing him intensely.

His unoccupied hand stroked down your stomach, slipping two fingers in the waistband of your pants. You nodded and begged desperately, writhing against him. "Please! Please, Arthur..."

He moved his lips to your other nipple, quickly unbuttoning your pants and ridding you of both them and your panties in one movement. His lips separated from your chest as he moved up to you, staring into your eyes with intense lust. "I'm gonna get you ready, baby, that okay?"

Your heart swelled with emotion, only intensifying your desire. Even when he was desperate with lust, he looks at you with such caring, always making sure your okay. "Yes, yes, please!"

He smiled at you before kissing you sweetly, slowly kissing down your body. You whined as his hot breath brushed your core, your head tilting up to look at him between your legs.

His eyes glittered with amusement as they met yours, a teasing finger brushing your inner thigh. It was so close to where you needed it, but so far. "You're a tease."

He chuckled, "Can't help it when you look so pretty beggin' for me."

You threw your head back and groaned, half in frustration and half in arousal. Your noise quickly shifted to a whine when he suddenly slid a finger across you folds, head fuzzy with pleasure. "So wet already. All for me, sweetheart?"

You groaned and nodded, hips shifting towards him in an attempt to get him to do it again. "Ah, use your words."

Your words were half whimpered. "Yes! All for you, only for you, please!"

"Good girl."

He swiped his finger through your folds again, this time teasing his fingertip around your aching entrance. You bucked against him when his thumb brushed against your clit, breathing coming out in short, whiny sighs. "Please."

"Whatever you say, baby."

You moaned as a finger slid into you, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. Before you could complain at the lose of stimulation when he removed his thumb, his lips connected and sucked harshly. Your moans were surely loud enough to be heard, but the pleasure that wracked your body was so overwhelming you couldn't bring yourself to care.

His finger slowly moved in and out, brushing against your sensitive walls as his tongue assaulted your clit. You tangled a hand in his hair, tugging harder than you intended. He groaned against you, making a jolt of pleasure shoot through you.

The stretch of another finger was added, making you cry out. It wasn't enough to be painful, just enough to make you stretch around him so deliciously. He pulled his lips off of you and looked down at you, eyes hungrily watching as your cunt swallowed up his fingers. You looked down at him, lips parted with pleasure as he worked his fingers inside you. "More."

He glanced up at you with a smirk, slipping in a third finger. It sent a small jolt of discomfort through you, but it was quickly overwhelmed with pleasure as the third finger pressed against the most sensitive parts of your walls. "Oh, fuck, Arthur!"

"Feel good, huh?"

"Yes! Please, please, I'm gonna cum!"

He sped up, his fingers pumping in and out of your relentlessly. He leaned back in to swirl his tongue against your clit, which made you walls start spasming around him. Your thighs tensed, threatening to close around him, but he pulled back and held your legs open.

"Go on, baby, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum."

You couldn't form any words as his fingertips curled inside you and prodded against you in a way that made you see stars. His encouraging words only pushed you closer and closer.

"Good girl, doin' so good for me." You moaned and clenched around his fingers, muscles spasming as the dam broke. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you came, short, whiny moans escaping your lips as he fingered you through it.

With a gentle kiss against your clit that made you twitch, he pulled his fingers out of you and rose to look at you. You forced your eyes open, smiling breathlessly up at him. "You okay?"

You couldn't help but laugh, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. "More than okay. That was amazing."

He smiled and kissed you again, slow and loving. You knew you could tell him you were done for the night and he would agree in a heartbeat, not even caring about his own unresolved desires. But his sweet kiss only fueled another spark, already tingling through your body. His moaned against your lips as you arched against him, legs moving to wrap around his waist and pull him against you.

He pulled away with a raised eyebrow. "You're a needy one, aren't you?"

"Only for you."

You pulled him back down, kissing him roughly and pressing your hands all over his bare skin. His hips bucked forward when you tugged at his waistband, his desperation shining through even when he tried to stifle it.

You pushed him back, catching him off guard and shoving him onto the bed. He chuckled and shifted further back, letting you swing your leg across his hips and straddle him. You leaned down to kiss down his neck, smiling at the soft murmurs of content as you nipped at his collarbone.

You reached between the two of you, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down. He helped you and kicked them the rest of the way off, leaving him in only his boxers. You stared down at the bulge that strained against the white fabric, a wet spot of pre cum soaking a part of it. You looked down at him with a proud smile. "I do that to you?"

His hands slid up your thighs and caressed you hips. "You do so much to me. More than you could ever imagine."

You leaned down to kiss him, pouring all your emotions of admiration and lust into it. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing as he groaned against your lips. Your hips pressed down against his. sending a shock of pleasure through you as your clit brushed against his clothed bulge.

He would have been content to kiss you like that forever, but you were growing more and more desperate with each touch. You slid your fingers into his boxers without breaking the kiss, gently stroking his cock. His reaction spurred you on, and you pushed his boxer down to release him.

You marveled at his size as he helped you discard his underwear, leaving him fully bare underneath you. He was thick, and longer than anyone else you'd ever had. Your hand continued to slowly stroke up and down his shaft, thumb smearing the beads of precum around him. You were transfixed on him, lost in the feeling of his soft skin against your palm.

"Fuck, baby, as pretty as you look doin' that, I don't wanna cum just yet."

You slowed your movements to a stop and looked up at him with a soft smile. The admiration you felt for the man beneath you was overwhelming, and you didn't know if you could ever truly explain to him how much he meant to you.

You slowly moved to kiss him again, soft and sweet. You let your hips relax against his, smirking as his hips shifted under you to gain friction. You moved your hips against his shaft, your cunt dragging against him. You continued grinding on him, breathing growing heavier as the tip of his cock teased at your entrance with each movement.

After a few more seconds of torturing him, you lifted your hips and gripped his cock, prodding him against you entrance. Before you moved, you pulled away from his kiss, sitting up and placing a hand on his chest for balance. He groaned as he looked up at you, poised above his cock, cunt dripping with anticipation.

Emotion shone in his eyes, gaze still so loving even when clouded with lust. With a sigh, you lowered yourself slightly, taking his tip inside. You knew it was going to be a stretch, so you had to restrain yourself and take it slow.

He groaned at the sight of your cunt swallowing him, even just the tip of him. You held his gaze as you lowered another two inches, fingers gripping his chest at the slight stretch. Soon, his hands gripped your hips tightly as he helped you sink down all the way, clit brushing against him as you were finally fully seated against his pelvis.

Your eyes were dark with lust, cunt clenching around his cock as you adjusted. His eyes flickered over you, rapidly moving between your joined bodies, your heaving chest, and your face. "So perfect. Take me so well."

His words spurred you to move, lifting your hips slightly and moaning sweetly as you sank back down. The pain of the stretch had completely disappeared, replaced with a blinding pleasure. You rolled your hips a few more times before rising further, speeding up.

His hands held your hips tightly, his thighs tensing as he tried to hold himself back. "Fuck, sweetheart, look at you. Swallowing me up like that."

His words only increased your desire, your hips rising and falling faster, legs lifting you further off his cock. His moaned as he stuttered out praises, hands tightening on your hips as you rose fully off him and slammed back down again. Your pace increased, his length filling you up perfectly and brushing against the sensitive spots within you.

You struggled to hold yourself as you got closer and closer, pace faltering. You whined, every breath coming out as a soft moan. "You're doin' so good baby, want me to take over?"

You managed a messy nod, and his hips immediately rose up to meet yours, hands moving your hips up and down on him. You threw your head back as your cunt spasmed, orgasm coming down hard and fast. "I'm- fuck! Gonna cum!"

"Go 'head baby, I've got you."

With his words, you moaned with your release, his cock still pounding into you as you rode it out. Your senses were fuzzy, everything covered in a blanket of pleasure. You didn't even realize he had flipped you over, your head against the soft pillow. As your vision cleared, you looked up at him, blissful smile on your face.

"You did so good, honey, think you can gimme another?"

You nodded blearily, spreading your legs further as he continued thrusting into at a ruthless pace. You were building up to another one fast, barely even recovered from your previous one. His hand rested against your throat, grounding you but not squeezing. "So gorgeous, my pretty girl. Look so good stuffed full of my cock."

You moaned pathetically, hands going up to hold his face and grip his hair. "You feel so good, Arthur, I- I love how you make me feel."

He groaned in response, slamming into your cunt even faster. "So tight for me, gonna make me cum. Where d'ya want me?" He struggled to get the question out, his voice stammering through moans.

"Inside. Fill me up, Arthur."

His hand tightened around your throat for a moment at your words, and he moaned loudly. "Fuck, you're gonna kill me."

His movements grew sloppier, fingers pressing against your throat as he pressed his lips to yours in a messy kiss. With a few more thrusts, your own orgasm came to a head, only slightly preceding his.

His groaned against your lips and your walls clenched around him, his cum painting your insides as you milked him. He fucked you through it, kiss growing softer as he slowed to a stop. He stilled inside you, pulling back to look in your eyes.

You looked back at him, lips curled into a soft smile as he rested his forehead against yours. He pulled out carefully, planting a sweet kiss on your lips to distract you from any discomfort.

He shifted to lay next to you, turning his head to look at you. "You okay?"

You smiled and looked at him. "With you? Always."

[thirteenis-myluckynumber]

Wedding vows

Man, choosing a gif is harder than I thought *cries*

Pairing: Nie Huaisang x f!reader

Word Count: 4856 words

Warnings/tags: fluff, just love all around, Chinese wedding ensues, suggestive content, smut, this one is nsfw minors dni

Notes: (C/N)-your clan's name, (Y/N)-your name

A/N: This is the 2nd part of Proposal. You can read this is as a stand-alone, but some context might be lost. I can't believe its done, have a feast, dears!

Special thanks to this post, for providing information about Chinese weddings. I did take some liberties, but at least I did it knowingly.

It's been almost a month now that you were living in the Unclean Realm. Your brother agreed, begrudgingly at first, to let you go before the wedding because he saw how painful it was for you to stay away from your soon-to-be husband. In the end, he saw it was the right decision to let you get used to your new home beforehand.

Just one week before the wedding basically everything was turned upside down in the Unclean Realm. Both you and Nie Huaisang took part in the planning as there were no close relative of his who could take on the task. He, of course, had an exceptionally good eye for decoration, and while he was busy with clan leader's stuff, you coordinated the disciples and servants when needed.

You quickly got used to the almost colourless picture of the Unclean Realm and appreciated the calmly elegant black-grey-silver colours of your new home. The vivid red and gold decorations of the upcoming wedding, hinted with a little bit of silver, almost felt weirdly out of place now. As you entered the main hall to check on the servants' progress before retiring for the night, you stopped in awe at the entrance. Almost everything was in place now, only some adjustments were needed here and there. A huge smile spread across your face, as you couldn't help but imagine yourself entering the hall on Huaisang's arm, dressed in beautiful red and every guest's attention on you.

Speaking of Huaisang, you wondered what he was doing, as you haven't seen him all day. You decided to check on him before returning to your chambers. As you passed down the hallways, the servants were busy lighting some lanterns for the night. The sky already started to darken, and they politely greeted you as you passed them by. The guards also haven't paid attention to you, you were allowed to move freely, and they quickly got used to your presence after you moved in.

When you approached Huaisang's door, you knocked lightly to let him know of your presence but didn't actually wait for him to open the door himself. With guards present, his door was unlocked so you figured he hasn't retired for the night yet. You entered and instantly noticed his sitting form by the desk. He seemed to be completely engrossed in something, which you assumed was official documents. A light, calming incense could be smelled in the air of the warmly lit room. As you stepped closer, you noticed the not-so-neatly scattered papers on the table and some even around it on the ground. You also noticed a brush and ink, probably for writing letters. His usual fan also sat discarded on the edge of the table. Yes, he was definitely working all day, you concluded.

You stepped next to the table on his left side and shot a quick glance at the paper in front of him. It was clearly clan business. He only became aware of your presence in that moment, and he looked up at you with a tired but happy smile playing on the edge of his lips.

"Miss (C/N), it's so good to see you! Only you can make this miserable day better!"

"Oh, Huaisang, I'm sorry you had to work all day! I stopped by the main hall, and everything is almost completely ready now. You should check it out tomorrow. What's all this anyway?" You asked gesturing at the scattered papers all around his desk.

"You wouldn't believe it! Almost all of this are letters offering support, inquiring about accommodation, or asking for details about the banquet. There are also official papers about finances and clan politics. And I have to sort these out before the wedding! Why does everybody want a piece of me?"

"Hmm, I think," you pretended to think hard while you sat down next to him on the ground, "you are quite a catch."

He let out a disbelieving sound, but you continued, counting on your fingers.

"You are wealthy, the leader of one of the four big clans, a clever and intelligent man, you are a very talented artist, you have great taste in clothing, you do what you need to but don't meddle in other's business, you are funny and kind. Oh, and have I mentioned exceptionally handsome?"

"Ahh, stop, stop, stop, stop!" He protested, nose scrunched up and hands held out in front of his chest.

You let out a short laugh because of his adorably childish attitude and turned your body so you were sitting face to face now. You reached out and grabbed his hands. So warm and soft, they fit perfectly into yours.

"I'm serious," you said looking into his eyes.

And he believed you. His face straightened out, his eyes searching yours, lips parted only a tiny bit in awe, but you couldn't help but notice. He also noticed where you were looking, his eyes wandering down to your lips in turn. When your eyes met again, you could see the question in his eyes and you leaned closer to him, a barely noticeable movement. But that's all he needed. The next moment he leaned in, and his lips were on yours, hands moving around your waist to pull you closer. You gasped, one hand touching his chest for purchase, the other reaching up to cradle his cheek. His kisses were slow and sensual.

"I don't think you should praise me this much. I might become overly confident," he whispered into your lips between kisses.

"Well, surely we don't need another peacock."

You let go of each other's lips and burst out laughing, your foreheads touching the whole time.

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The day of the wedding arrived quickly. As you were getting ready with help of your maids, you listened to the commotion outside as guests continued to arrive. Everyone had to settle in their temporary rooms and led to the main hall where the wedding will take place. Once everyone was here the ceremony started while food and drinks were being prepared by the servants for the following banquet.

You were quite nervous because basically the whole cultivation world will witness your union. At least the other three big clans, the Lanling Jin, the Gusu Lan and the Yunmeng Jiang were obviously invited, and some of the smaller clans too thanks to your side. Jiang Wanyin was Huaisang's old friend, while Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao were Nie Mingjue's sworn brothers so you were sure they will be attending. Lan Wangji apparently made up some excuse, so he didn't need to come and if you were honest, you liked it this way. His achievements certainly deserved respect, but he was famously uninterested in, even disgusted by celebrations which involved lively music and drinking.

Putting on the wedding dress was the quickest part of the whole procedure as braiding your hair in the Nie style and preparing your make-up took a few hours. Finally, your head was covered with a red veil to complete the look. Soon you were being led out to meet your husband the entrance of the main hall. Nervousness rose in your chest, but it subsided somewhat when you arrived. You were signaled to stop, and you felt warm hands gently wrapping around yours.

"Huaisang?" Your words came out as barely a whisper because somehow you felt like the wedding atmosphere shouldn't be bothered by talking.

"I'm here," he answered in kind and squeezed your hand a little as reassurance before wrapping a soft red silk ribbon around your wrist. It was to ensure you won't trip as you could barely see anything through your veil, and it also symbolised your union.

You only noticed the soft music and light chatter in the background when you started to walk up the few stairs leading to the main hall. But the hushed voices completely stopped when you stepped into the hall. Thankfully you knew how the room was prepared, so you remembered that you only had to take a few steps before you reached the pillows placed on the ground for you to perform your bows. Huaisang also made sure to make measured movements and helped you the best he could in signalling when you needed to stop walking and kneel down.

Being led by Huaisang while you almost couldn't see anything felt strangely romantic to you, like he was the only person in the whole world you could trust and to whom you could give complete control over yourself. This vulnerability felt frightening at first as you could feel every guest's eyes on your back, like realizing a dangerous predator is stalking you in the forest. But soon your senses focused completely on Huaisang. You could almost feel his warmth radiating through the cloth that bound your hands together.

You bowed in sync, first to pay respect to Heaven and Earth, second to Huaisang's parents, and finally to each other. You stood up and felt your legs shaking from relief and happiness. You were married! You still couldn't believe it. Soon you heard the commotion as your guests stood up and drank a cup of liquor to your marriage. One by one they approached you to congratulate you and wish you health and happiness. Huaisang held your hand in his and you could feel his palm was sweaty from nerves, but you didn't mind. You thanked the guests for their well-wishes and also said farewell. You recognized some of the voices and you were glad that your husband will be taken care of by people like Lan Xichen and Jiang Wanyin during the banquet.

The few hours you spent alone, sitting in silence on your now shared bed in Nie Huaisang's room felt like a relief after the ceremony. So far everything went well, you completed the wedding without any mishaps, and you hoped that everything goes smoothly at the banquet too. Time flew by surprisingly quickly while you meditated. Your focus was disturbed by muffled voices coming through the closed door. When it slid open, you could hear the finishing sentences of the two people's conversation outside.

"Don't be nervous. Everything will be fine," you recognized the soft and calm voice of Jin Guangyao.

"Thank you, San-ge," replied Huaisang, and closed the door behind him as he stepped into the room.

He didn't move for a few seconds and the anticipation in you grew stronger and stronger. You were patient the whole day, but now you just wanted to finally see him, see him in his wedding robes. He walked closer, ever so slow, hesitation palpable. In the dim light of the candles, you could see his silhouette when he stepped in front of you. You felt it when he finally grabbed your veil at the sides and with a quick motion, he lifted it up, letting it float down to the floor.

You were not one of those old traditional couples in the sense that you already knew each other before the wedding. Yet now, when both of you finally looked at each other, it felt like seeing a heavenly being for the first time. Wide eyes, lips parted you marvelled at each other's beauty. He has seen you in your dress during the ceremony, but your face adorned with tasteful make-up and your hair decorated with jewelry, braided specially to signify you were now the wife of a Nie took his breath away. You, on the other hand, had to take in his full visage. His red robes, with gold and black woven in, were of a thinner material than his usual attire, so it perfectly accentuated his snatched waist and wide shoulders. The guan in his hair were gold and it had a bolder style than his usual silver ones, just like the braids. When your gaze stopped at his face your breath hitched in your throat because of the open love and desire you saw in his eyes.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he finally spoke, his voice low.

"I...," you had to clear your throat after not speaking for such a long time, "we should drink the alcohol," you managed to say, standing up and walking to the table nervously.

You poured the fine liquor into two small cups and handed one to Huaisang. He took it gently and waited for you with his arm held out. You joined him, holding your own cup, and you intertwined your arms as you drank the alcohol with one gulp. When you finished you looked at each other, arms still linked and smiled, feeling the tension of the day leaving your body. You almost knocked your heads together as you wanted to put the cups down back on the table at the same time.

"We should sit down," he suggested, but the suggestion sounded like a tentative question.

You nodded your head. He must be tired after entertaining your guests, you thought. Luckily, he was not drunk so his friends must have kept a close eye on him. He could also direct some of his qi to get rid of the alcohol, but that also exhausted him after a while. You knew what was expected of you on your wedding night, but you didn't want to pressure him if he felt too tired after such a long day.

So, you sat on the edge of your bed in silence for a few moments before you felt his hand reaching out for yours. You flicked your gaze over where your hand rested on the bed between your bodies. His hand was not much bigger than yours but still big enough to cradle yours, and you always marveled at how soft and warm they felt. You noticed how his other hand were playing with the jade pendant hanging from his belt and you moved your free hand to gently lay on his thigh. You intended to soothe his nerves, but the moment your hand connected with his leg, you felt his muscles twitch. You looked up into his eyes and what you saw made your breath quicken. His dark brown eyes looked almost completely black now as his pupils widened. For a split second his gaze moved down to your mouth, and you did the same in return. You noticed how his lips relaxed, opening only the slightest amount and you found yourself wanting to kiss him so bad. When your gazes met again, he leaned towards you slowly, still holding your gaze, gauging your reaction.

And your lips connected.

It felt like fireworks exploded between you. You felt how his hand pushed yours into the mattress as he leaned in closer, his body weight shifting to his arm between you. His other arm sneaked around your waist to pull you closer, as he always did when you were kissing, only this time the kiss was different. It was much more forceful, brave, and charged with desire.

When you let go of each other's lips for a moment, both of you were breathing hard.

"I love you so much. You are the best thing in my life," he breathed into your lips, and you swore you saw his eyes shining.

"I love you too, I love you-," you said in return, the last syllable muffled as he captured your lips again.

Sitting with your feet on the ground while your body turned towards him started to feel uncomfortable, so you moved to sit on his lap, not letting go of his lips or hand for a second. When you settled your weight on his thighs, he moved his hands to your cheeks at first, then moved them down to your neck, tracing your collar bones with his fingers. You grabbed onto his robes and let go of his lips with a sigh. His hands moved away immediately, thinking his touch were unwelcome.

"Don't stop. It... felt good," you said nervously and smiled shyly at him.

This time he moved his hands to your waist, where the sash held your garments together.

"May I?" He asked seriously, his voice trembling a little.

You gulped and nodded your head rapidly. His touch was featherlight, you almost couldn't feel it when he reached for the opening of your sash and carefully removed it. The material of your robe loosened, and he moved to remove your outer garment entirely. You realized you were sitting on the skirt, so you needed to stand back up if you wanted to remove the whole thing.

"I need to get up to get this out of the way," you said to him when he freed your arms and only your undershirt remained on the upper half of your body.

You quickly realized that part of his nervousness came from the fact that he didn't want to scare you away, so you warned him of your intentions beforehand. He nodded and reluctantly let go of you as you stood up from his lap.

The room was warm, but you still felt a slight chill as your outer robe descended to the floor. The coldness faded when you looked into Huaisang's fiery gaze and the air suddenly felt impossibly hot as he stepped closer to you. His hands moved to your shoulders, gently caressing them and slowly moving towards your chest. Your breath quickened, his light touches searing hot through your thin undergarment. A shiver ran through your whole body as his hands gently cradled your soft breasts and he sucked in a sharp breath when your nipples hardened under his thumbs.

"Please, Huaisang, I want to feel your touch on my skin!" You felt a little embarrassed about how whiny your voice sounded, but you wanted to show him how much you wanted his touch.

He leaned in to kiss at your jawline and neck while his hands deftly removed your undergarments. As your clothes pooled around your ankles, he took a step back to admire your naked body. You suddenly felt self-conscious, and your hands instinctively moved to cover yourself up. Huaisang noticed it and took your hands into his to stop you.

"Don't be shy. I still can't believe I've managed to get myself such a beautiful and intelligent wife" he said, looking into your eyes the whole time.

You wanted to say something witty and clever, but the moment felt too sincere for it, so instead you answered:

"Don't forget that I wanted to be yours."

He stepped closer to you again, his mouth finding yours. He kissed you like a drowning man, never wanting to let go of you. His hands roamed over every part of your body he could reach and you wanted to finally touch his skin too. Your hands tugged on the lapels of his dress, signalling you wanted it off. He broke the kiss when he felt a more insistent tug.

"Take it off!" You managed to breath out and he chuckled at your insistence.

"You want more of me, huh?" He asked with that cocky self-assurance he only used with his closest friends back at Cloud Recesses.

You crossed your arms across your chest with a defiant look and you must have looked funny standing like that while being stark naked. But it worked, and Huaisang looked at you as if he were saying "Fine, fine," and reached for his belt. The strength gradually left your arms as you watched him undress, and by the time he only had his white underrobe on, your arms were hanging by your side.

When he moved to remove it too, you couldn't just stand there anymore and stepped in front of him, grabbing onto his hands. Your sudden movement startled him a little as his focus were completely on his clothes. You reached for the cloth that bound his underrobe together and undid it slowly, looking into his eyes the whole time. He moved his hands out of the way and followed the path of yours with his eyes as you reached up to his shoulders, pushing the light fabric down.

And he stood there only in a pair of white trousers, chest bare, skin like pristine jade, accentuated by his dark hair cascading down his back. You couldn't help but marvel at his beauty. As a healer you saw many men and women in various stages of undress, mostly injured soldiers. At those times your interest was not particularly focused on their looks, but you remembered how strong and muscular they were. Now, as you were looking at your husband's bare upper body, you realised that you never really found them attractive. Compared to them Huaisang had a soft body, but his chest was nicely toned and you could see the lean muscles of his arms.

You reached up and traced his collar bones with your fingers then moved downwards and stopped on his chest. You could feel how strong and fast his heart was beating under your right palm. His skin was so soft, smooth and warm, you couldn't help but tenderly caress the shape of his pecs, noticing how his small nipples stood at attention from your touch, much like yours before. You slowly slid your hands down to his stomach, following the made-up path of the cute little moles that were scattered everywhere on his skin. You felt the muscles tensing under the skin of his stomach as you went even lower, stopping where a soft patch of dark hair disappeared under the band of his underpants. As you ran your fingers over his happy trail, loving how the soft hairs tickled your fingertips, you heard Huaisang biting back a whiny moan. Your eyes moved back to his face and oh, what you saw took your breath away. He bit down on his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed, as he watched with half-lidded eyes where your hands were going.

You moved your hands out of your line of sight and your gaze lowered past the waist of his pants. He was already hard enough to form a nicely visible tent in his pants. You realised there was no turning back if you took the next step and it scared you a little, but also made you incredibly excited. You wanted it and you wanted him, but it still surprised you how boldly you reached down and caressed him lightly through his pants. This time his moan was deeper, more guttural, and he almost literally fell on you as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your knowledge was mostly medical about how the male body worked, so the late-night conversations with your already married friends came in handy. You felt proud about how much your touch affected Huaisang. Your next caress was a little firmer and you felt him twitch under your palm. Gathering his every strength, Huaisang stepped back and pulled you towards the bed.

"(Y/N), please, it's been too long, and I fear I won't last long if you keep this up. I want all of you tonight. Can I show you how much?"

"Okay," your voice was barely a whisper, and you let yourself being laid down on the bed.

Huaisang quickly got rid of his remaining garments and carefully removed the intricate guan, now only a black silk ribbon keeping his hair together. As he climbed on top of you, you instinctively opened your legs to make room for him as he rested his weight on his elbows next to your shoulders. This way he was the only thing you could see, but there was nothing else you wished to see at this moment. A large amount of his long hair fell over his shoulders and caressed your cheeks. He was so beautiful as a soft smile played on his lips and you reached up to kiss him. It quickly turned heated and Huaisang soon left your lips in order to kiss all over your face and neck. Then he moved lower and grabbed one of your breasts with his hand while he occupied his mouth with sucking on the other nipple. Your sighs of pleasure encouraged him to move his hand lower while his mouth kept playing with your nipples.

At first your hips shied away from his touch but when his deft fingers found the most pleasurable spot between your legs you couldn't bite back a moan. His mouth left your breasts as he moved to carefully watch your reaction while his other hand kept your legs in place.

"You are doing amazing, you are so wet already," he praised and slowly pushed his index finger inside you.

"Huaisang...," you moaned his name as you watched his finger disappear inside you.

This was something you already tried yourself on lonely nights but the fact that it was his finger made the experience completely different and so much better. He moved his finger slowly in and out of you and when you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, he removed his hand. You whined at the sudden loss of contact, but he moved back on top of you and kissed the complaints off of your lips.

"Are you ready?" He asked, and you were never this sure about anything in your life.

"Yes, I want you, please."

He reached down and guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing it over your wetness, using your combined arousal as a lubricant. Even this little delay and the feeling of his hot member so close to where you wanted it made you squirm. He was looking into your eyes the whole time and you saw how he had to fight he urge to close them when he started to finally push inside you. He was slow and careful, and when he was fully seated inside both of you stopped to catch your breaths. The stretch was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. You moaned when you felt his cock twitching and your insides tightened around him in response. Now it was his turn to let out a shaky breath as he let his forehead rest against yours. He simply couldn't hold his composure anymore, so he slowly started to pull out and push back again. At first you felt a tiny prick of pain, but it soon faded and was replaced by pure pleasure. And he was quick to react to your signs, so when you reached up and grabbed onto his hair to find support, he knew he found that special spot. Soon you were a moaning mess, being so close to your release and he was no different, his skin shining from sweat and strands of his hair sticking to his cheeks and neck.

"a-Sang!" You repeated over and over, and finally hearing you calling him that, it was enough to push him through the edge.

He sealed your lips in a desperate kiss, one of his hands reaching down to rub your clit, his other arm shaking from the effort of keeping his body from fully collapsing on top of you. The feeling of his desperate thrusts, his hand on your most sensitive spot and his shaky moans calling your name finally triggered your orgasm. You felt your inner walls clenching impossibly tight around him and you desperately clawed at his back, not really caring at that moment if you were leaving marks on his skin.

He collapsed on top you, the last of his strength leaving his body as both of you tried to catch your breath. Your vision slowly cleared, and the ringing disappeared from your eyes as you subconsciously caressed his head and shoulders. He burrowed his head into the crook of your neck, and you swore you could hear him practically purring like a cat.

The air in the room slowly started to dry off the sweat from your bodies and it soon made you both shiver. Huaisang rolled off of you with a series of unintelligible whines and went to fetch a cloth to clean yourselves up. He wetted it with the prepared warm water and carefully cleaned your most sensitive spots. He couldn't help but leave some lazy kisses around your hips and thighs in the process and the feeling of his gentle touches were almost enough to lull you into sleep.

He quickly cleaned himself up too and climbed back into the bed next to you, pulling the luxurious covers over your naked bodies. You moved to lay your head on his chest, positioning your ear over his heart, its steady beating made you feel completely safe. He sneaked his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You looked up at him and you smiled at how his hair was a complete mess now, yet he looked so handsome in the faint glow of the candlelight, his eyes shining with so much love you thought your chest will explode because of it.

"Thank you, tonight was incredible," you said as you drew small patterns on his chest with your fingers.

You swore you could see his ears redden even in the faint light, and you planted a soft kiss on his pecs before you fully relaxed in his arms.

"I love you a-(Y/N), get some sleep now," you heard him say before you fell into a blissful sleep.

THE END

ps. I have a half written morning-after snippet, let me know if you are interested and I'll finish it.

[gamerbot-22]

Hi, it's me again, I have a silly little thought

What would the Trigun characters do if you came to them in the middle of the night to tell them you threw up (standing over the bed or in the doorway like 'mom I frew up' style)

Oh my god this is so funny what a wonderful return request lol

“Trigang, I threw up—“

TW/CW: Mentions of throwing up but no detail given outside the after effects, written from the idea that the reader was actually sick and is an adult, not explicitly romantic but it can be read that way, Nai is an asshole but we all knew this, no particular version of these characters in mind except for Nai, goofy as hell, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Characters Included: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson, Millions Knives/Nai

A/N: This was such a silly fucking post I want to give it a paper crown. These are a bit shorter than my usual HC posts (usually it’s 7 points each, but this one only have 5 each) because the premise is a lot lighter than ones I’ve done before.) Also one day I'll make my own Trigun dividers. And finish '98 and Maximum so I have another frame of reference for Nai. But today is not that day!

Likes and Reblogs appreciated and Requests are Open! It’s all under the cut!

Dividers in this post were made by @/strangergraphics ☆

🥀 Vash the Stampede

Instantly hits you with the “Oh no, are you alright?”

Sits up right away, even if he’s a bit slow about it. Even though you’re already up and out of bed he offers you water because he figures your throat must be killing you.

Asks a ton of questions. “Was it something you ate?” “Do you feel any better?” “Why didn’t you come wake me up sooner?” That kind of stuff.

He worries! Especially if you aren’t in town but are just. Ambiently out in the desert. Stomach bugs while your traveling are the worst, he knows from personal experience.

Might tease you about you potentially being contagious but that’s all it is, really. If you’re feeling well enough to go back to sleep he offers himself as Well Ventilated Sacrifice to keep you cozy.

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

I feel like Wolfwood can’t. Be woken up normally. Like you so much as open the door and he sits bolt upright, wide awake, ready to fucking go. Traumatized dog energy-- /lh

Then you tell him you’re sick and he just collapses back into bed. It takes him a second to like. Settle enough to respond to you and while he’s obviously annoyed at having been woken up, he doesn’t take it out on you.

He doesn’t have any medicine specifically for your stomach, but you’re welcome to one of the candies he has in his jacket pocket. "It’ll help wash the taste out."

After a little while, when he’s actually chilled out from being startled awake, he gets all soft and sleepy again. He advocates for you going back to your own bed to sleep, but if you’re insistent he’ll let you sleep in bed with him.

Do not. Expect him to wake up if you’re sick again, though. Now that he’s filed away the fact that you’re stomach’s not doing great, he knows that any bed movement or floor creaks are most likely just you.

📷 Meryl Stryfe

She doesn't fully wake up when you come to tell her. Like she has her head up off the pillow, yeah, but she's just kinda staring at you with her eyes half-shut and her brain obviously still booting up. You're probably going to have to repeat yourself--

When you repeat yourself/she figures it out herself there's another beat of silence before she does anything.

She has a whole conversation in her head about how you're an adult, you should be fine before she remembers you're her adult and would probably like a hug about it.

She makes you take some medicine for your stomach if you haven't already before you come lie down. And really I think she only lets you share the bed if you are absolutely certain that you're not contagious.

If you aren't, though, it is snuggles until dawn, and then she locks the fuck in if the stomach bug continues.

💼 Milly Thompson

Doesn't even lift her head I don't think--

Again, Milly comes from a family with like a thousand fucking kids, this is not her first rodeo even a little bit.

Like she rolls over, doesn't open her eyes, points at her bag, and mumbles something that vaguely sounds like "leftmost inner pocket..." and surprise surprise! She has some medical stuff stashed away in there.

It ranges from some mild pain meds to stuff for the flu to a tiny little bottle of stuff to settle your stomach.

Once you take that she just throws her arm back with the blanket. Medicine and a Warm Milly should have you on the mend in no time <3

🔪 Millions Knives/Nai

"...And you didn't go to Conrad because...?"

Listen, if we're going with canonical Millions Knives, as he is presented, I genuinely think if you told him that you'd just been sick he would sooner die than let you any further into the room.

Humans are already gross! And you just threw up! From your mouth! In his church! What! The fuck!

Not only does he send you packing to Conrad for an eval/medicine but he orders you to brush your goddamn teeth like yesterday even if you already did.

You're only allowed within six feet of him again when you're no longer considered sick (even if you weren't contagious) and he keeps that fuck-ass hood on for a good while after that--

[a-man-in-the-crowd]

Pluto Is Trans (in my humble opinion)

okay so as far as i'm aware this is a pretty common hc in the fandom (i lurk in the tumblr side of the fandom mostly and i haven't taken the time to go through the pluto tag simply bc i wanted to make this post first), BUT i just wanted to add my two cents into it bc i love pluto and need a reason to yap about him

i'm mostly going to be focusing on him in the maze arc, simply because i think his character has remained pretty consistent since then, as well as his flashback. if i ever noticed anything else in later (or even future) chapters i might come back to this but for now i think i basically have everything i can think of down

of course most of this is still pretty much projecting ☠️ i'm pretty well aware pluto isn't like ACTUALLY trans. this is just a headcanon based on things we've seen of him, not like an actual theory or anything

1. His Appearance

so the first thing that really got me thinking about how he has major trans vibes is his design

comically oversized coat that covers up his actual figure, he's slouching (to hide his chest, mayhaps??), and his hair gives me major trans vibes for reasons i'm not sure how to explain but like let me try anyways

maybe i'm digging too deep into this, but his hair feels VERY different from the other male characters (montresor with gorgeous shoulder-length hair is an outlier and shall not be counted) and again i have no clue how to put words to this but it has the vibes of someone who's too nervous to cut it too short bc 'what if it looks bad' (re: what if i look like i'm trying too hard to look like a guy). but that might just be the projection talking.

oh yeah, he's also the shortest male character as far as i'm aware. basically every male character towers over him (so, so real, i fear) and even will is taller than him (though apparently will is 5'10??? idek anymore 😭). now, does being short make you afab? no, obviously not. but that + the fact he's wearing and oversized shirt gives me some major trans vibes

most of this stuff is incidental, but honestly that's definitely the most actually concrete thing i have to explain myself

fear not, though, i can and WILL read too deep into things and i will read things however i wish

2. His Agoraphobia

the only 'level' of the fear maze that he has a big reaction to is the agoraphobia level. why?

now, could this very reasonably because he's paranoid? yes. but you can be paranoid AND trans. in fact, i think the two frequently go hand-in-hand, especially in areas where being 'caught' as trans can be dangerous.

perhaps he's scared of being stared at because he fears they'll figure out he isn't 'really' a man. and what then, when they figure it out? what'll they do then?

i wouldn't be surprised if pluto had some sort of traumatic experience while being in a crowd alone. this doesn't necessarily have anything to do with my hc, but it very well could. we know he's very small and frail, it doesn't seem like he had many friends when he was alive, and the neighbourhood he lived in doesn't seem particularly safe. he has plenty reason to be terrified, even ignoring my silly lil hc, but i think this particular debilitating fear implies he has genuine experience with something bad happening in a crowd.

3. He's Physically Affectionate

something something you can be a cis guy and be physically affectionate something something this is just a thing to consider in relation to literally everything else i'm talking about something something

anyways

he's my emotional support animal actually ❤️

obviously we've seen other male characters be physically affectionate (like duke), but this is definitely a trait i'd ascribe the most to pluto. now, does this mean anything in isolation? of course not. he has trauma, he could've just been desperate for affection when he was alive and therefore in his afterlife he has this overwhelming need to aggressively hug his friends (which is a completely fair interpretation and i think most of the the things i talk about are a combination of trauma and being trans)

but like just let me say my piece. what if he's more physically affectionate because he was raised with, let's say 'feminine rules of socializing' — which is to say, hugging your friends is extremely normal and in fact encouraged.

this is one of those things where like if it weren't for everything else i wouldn't be saying anything, but BECAUSE of everything else i feel the need to scrutinize a bit more. i think it's definitely one of my weaker points but like. i don't care, ngl.

4. His Flashback

sooo funny story i can barely ever read this scene for multiple reasons (i feel so bad for pluto i want him to be crushed by the weight of all his friends' hugs and love he deserves it) but i will try my best to recall it and get like a semi-decent photo in for reference

i think this scene is kinda what confirms in my head that this shall remain a hc, because pluto's dad refers to him as a boy and by his name (which i will get don't worry i could never forget about how incredibly transgender it is to be named fucking PLUTO). but, consider: i am delusional and a professional bullshitter.

so here is my absolutely nonsensical take based on nothing but vibes and some unfortunate personal experiences 🎉

this is gonna be my biggest 'bear with me yet', but plzplzplz bear with me. obviously by no stretch of the imagination would pluto's bitchass dad be supportive of him being trans or whatever word they'd use to describe pluto when he was alive (i've seen people theorize around ww1? idk man i don't have the knowledge on time periods required to rlly theorize about that).

but, just because someone calls you the right name and pronouns and terms doesn't make them an ally. this specific line from pluto's dad absolutely REEKED of that weaponization of gender dysphoria that at the very least i have experienced. taking every opportunity to tear down your gender identity because you're not stereotypically [gender] enough. someone like pluto's dad definitely feels like someone who would, instead of trying to deny pluto's identity, use it against him to make him feel shitty.

after all, having a son has its merits. pluto can work with no problem whatsoever, and something tells me that pluto's dad is a raging misogynist anyways. but that doesn't make him care any more for his kid, just make him more useful. and in reality, pluto's dad probably thinks it all one huge joke.

but yk that's just me yapping

5. HIS NAME IS FUCKING PLUTO?

okay so judging by pluto's comment to eulalie about his name, i think it's pretty safe to assume that he was specifically named after the roman god. and from what we've seen of pluto's dad, there is NO WAY he was the one who named him. unless pluto's dad for whatever reason had an admiration for roman mythology of all things. maybe autism runs in the family who knows.

now, i don't want to discount the idea that maybe his mother was the one who named him, but like i'm not even sure what the hell happened to his mom. so like. idk.

the name pluto in general definitely gives off the vibes of 'i named myself at twelve' (/affectionate, if your name is pluto you are beautiful and loved). it's nerdy but also mildly edgy. not exactly a common name, either. and the fact he knows his greek mythology implies interest in this sort of thing.

now, could his interest in greek and roman mythology be because of his mother, who could have named him pluto? yes, of course. in fact, the idea of a woman who was presumably living in poverty naming her son after the roman god of riches makes me teary-eyed. but so does the idea of a little trans boy living a shitty life with his shitty dad (who probably drained most of their money on booze, let's be real) naming himself after the roman god of riches.

also, the way he responds to eulalie gives off the vibe of 'well, i literally named myself after the roman god pluto so'. but that could just be me.

and last, but certainly not least...

6. His Spectre

this one is the cherry on top for me personally

he wants to escape the binds of society? go beyond what humanity deems admissible? YK LIKE BECOMING A DIFFERENT GENDER???

i don't have anything much else to say about the fact he's a cryptid, but yk what i do have more to say on?

6.5 So, like, wtf does it mean to be a 'domesticated cryptid'? — A Theory

now i am fully operating under my trans pluto hc, but i think this idea might be able to make sense with the canon of him being probably cis.

ms poppet says that cryptids are people who wish to 'go beyond what society deems admissible' — hence, they're generally wild animals. perhaps the reason pluto is a housecat is because the 'inadmissible' thing he wanted to do was live his life as he is; a normal, regular, cisgender man — or just like in general a normal dude, something he couldn't do for not-necessarily-trans reasons (like, maybe, being able to escape life with his shitty father).

he's not a wild animal because he didn't want to live outside of society, he wanted to be fully integrated into it as a normal person but he thought this impossible because society has already deemed him other. he could never be more than the role he was assigned — not the same way he could were he a normal, cis guy.

—

so yeah that's the end of my little ramble, if you read all the way thank you very much for letting me yap bc honestly i think the more i wrote this post the more genuinely convinced i was that pluto's trans. like idc if canon 100% proves me wrong it's too late i will simply ignore it and invent my own canon.

[canmom]

Do you think Hideaki Anno is right-wing or is it too difficult to tell from his works?

Haha that's a question.

I'll focus on nationalism rather than trying to get into, say, gender politics here, since that's the accusation that most seems to follow Anno around.

Anno's politics are... hard to pin down from his work alone, I think. He's like... a prototypical case of that generation of 'apolitical' otaku that followed after the Anpo generation, with Eva pretty much the definitive statement of the 90s psychological turn. But that said... I can definitely see the argument that there are nationalist themes in some of his works like Gunbuster, though I definitely don't buy every reading in this series (lots of dubious kanji reading). He definitely has that otaku fascination with war machinery and war media (apparently he's a big fan of The Battle for Okinawa and watched it over 100 times), which can easily blend into imperialist ideology.

But there's complications here. For example, the Animekritik series cites the setting of Gunbuster in Okinawa as something formative to the nationalist ideology they are trying to illustrate - in part in relation to the ongoing controversy over American military bases in Okinawa. Anno has at least been on record as saying he's disinterested in Western culture, and I can see the reading of Jung-Freud as an external Other who is shown up by the Japanese girls, somehow simultaneously representing the USSR, Europe and the States. But anti-Americanism in Japan can come in both left and right wing flavours (c.f. Anpo). Communists want the Americans out too! Portraying Okinawa as a military training camp in a Japan-led military coalition certainly comes across as a more nationalist take on that whole matter, but I feel like it's got about the same level of serious nationalist commitment as Doctor Who putting random British people all over space.

When Gainax has played around with nationalist imagery it's usually been in a kind of ironic sendup way - see Ash's writeup about the Aikoku Sentai Dai Nippon controversy, in which Daicon Film staff were disdainful at the accusation that their goofy toku film reflected a genuine nationalist sentiment. While Imaishi takes it further, a lot of Anno's work is also about playfully reappropriating past works. In Anno's case a lot of that is classic tokusatsu, Ultraman in particular, and also Leiji Matsumoto's scifi, notably Space Battleship Yamato, which, well... you know the deal there lol. But it's not so simple to go from that to 'Anno is a nationalist'.

Eva doesn't tend to attract these accusations, but I recall the controversy came back around with Shin Godzilla, though to my mind it's hard to find a straightforwardly nationalist reading of that movie. (It's a film about the experience of the earthquake and Fukushima nuclear plant meltdown, and it's critical of Japan's bureaucracy, but equally one where the JSDF repeatedly get their shit handed to them and civilian infrastructure is what actually stops Godzilla - not to mention Godzilla is painted as quite a tragic figure here!) It all feels pretty tenuous.

I haven't seen as many of Anno's live action films as I'd like, so I can't comment as much on the more recent Shin films, Love & Pop, Shiki-Jitsu etc. And it's always possible for subtler allusions to slip by the anglophone viewer. Still, I don't personally think Anno's post-Gunbuster work is particularly nationalist in outlook. I certainly haven't seen any evidence of him favouring, say, war crime denial, anti-Korean sentiment, remilitarisation, etc etc. - he's definitely not as dubious a figure as someone like Hajime Isayama. But it's not like, anti-nationalist either! It's just kind of hard to read in those terms.

So I lean towards your second option, I'm not convinced he's a nationalist or particularly right wing. He happily associates with Hayao Miyazaki, who's definitely not a right wing guy. But Anno'll also let hilariously cooked stuff like whatever On A Gloomy Night was supposed to be into the Animator Expo. So I don't think he's particularly left wing either, he's no Ikuni! But Anno's fiction is very individual focused, full of psychoanalytic themes and internal conflict. He can vividly portray trauma and complex power dynamics. There's a lot to appreciate in works like Eva from a left-wing angle. I don't really know why this association of nationalism follows him around.

Idk, maybe there's a bunch of interviews I'm missing! Presumably you have a reason for asking this question...