#i reALLY hope this isn't offensive. if so please let me know

[therealcodfather]

Angry rant alert

I am so fucking tired of people drawing/writing Scar with no wheelchair.

If you're an artist, you got this far with drawing you can fucking learn how to draw one. It's not 'too hard' it's your own ignorance. I don't care if it's 'not canon' stop being a pussy and using that as an excuse and just say you don't wanna draw/write your sexy Scar that you drool over in a wheelchair because you think wheelchairs are unattractive. It's not a good look for you. If you're not doing it on purpose and it's subconscious you can unlearn ableism, I hope this is a wake up call.

I'm a wheelchair user and we already get no representation as it is. Do you know how heartbreaking it is to see like 90% of the fandom fucking ignore his wheelchair for the sake of not being bothered to learn how to draw it OR because they think it's unattractive?

Try and come up with an excuse, tell me why you think you don't have to draw/write him in a wheelchair. Yeah? You thought of one? What shitty excuse is it? Maybe it's because you're 'not talented enough' you can learn. Is it because you don't wanna be offensive and mess Something up? It's more offensive to ignore his disability. Is it because it 'wouldn't work in the fanfic/drawing' yeah well guess what? Wheelchair users have to go through that shit in real life. There is ALWAYS a way to make it work because WE have to. We have no choice. If your excuse is 'well I don't want to so I don't have to' you're openly admitting you're abelist. Maybe you're thinking 'oh well I'm not rude to disabled people' if you didn't dislike them or think disabilities are ugly tell me WHY you don't want to draw/write it then.

End of rant. Cosplayers are exempt from this, don't buy a wheelchair JUST to Cosplay. If you wanna still be mindful of his disability you could always do cosplay photos/videos sitting down, or you could make a model cane instead (which obviously isn't as good as a wheelchair and you shouldn't do that in your drawing/writing however if you're a cosplayer it shows you're still being mindful of it and not erasing it completely)

Edit because somebody is ALREADY being stupid: I don't fucking care if cc Scar said it's okay to not draw his Character in a wheelchair. Tell me why YOU don't want to. Tell me why YOU feel relief that he's said that. I wanna hear it.

As my wonderful Boyfriend said, it doesn't matter if you HAVE to draw it. Why don't you WANT to.

Edit 2: Hopefully last edit. I've been told that apparently some people were harassed for drawing Scar in a wheelchair 'wrong' and I want to say, fuck those people for giving people a hard time. As a disabled guy I would much rather people draw wheelchairs 'wrong' than not at all. Drawing them is hard! I literally use a wheelchair and I can barely draw them! Please don't let those awful people offput you from drawing a wheelchair. If you do it and post it and people get mean about it genuinely tag me and I will take care of it. I really do feel for people who don't do it out of fear, and for you this post is irrelevant. If you're too scared because of the harassment you or someone you know has faced, please try and get over that fear but that is an actually genuinely valid reason. I really do encourage you to draw him in a wheelchair though.

[dangerouslyknown]

Hi! Please do headcanons for gojo like you did Higuruma x

Satoru Gojo Headcanons 💎

A/N: Thanks for the request! My JJK obsession is hitting like a truck. I hope I delivered these Gojo headcanons well, mwah

Contents/Warnings: General headcanons, relationship headcanons both SFW & NSFW. Reader/partner is referred as "his S/O" or by they/them so gn!reader

General Headcanons

He used to play Moviestarplanet. He was sooo popular too. He had lots of friends and he made the silliest movies/artbooks which people loved

He likes to sing and usually he sings whatever is stuck in his head on random occasions, without really trying to sound good

...but oh boy if you ever get the chance to do actual karaoke with him... He sings beautifully when he puts the effort in. What a gorgeous voice, it almost surprises everyone

He goes crazy about Lady Gaga's songs and he loves to do silly little performances whenever he hears any of her songs

Gojo is also a Swiftie???

Somehow I feel like he is TERRIBLE when it comes to spending money. He hasn't had a day in his life where he had to worry about financial stuff, so...

He's the type of guy buy an expensive ice cream machine, then accidentally break it and buy a new one like it's nothing

He used to troll people online as a teen...

Actually, he probably still does it for the heck of it. He isn't one to do anything super offensive, but he enjoys messing with people

SFW Relationship headcanons

He hasn´t been in many relationships in his life, mostly because he rarely lets anyone close. Bro has trust issues :(

He dislikes being vulnerable in front of others, but his S/O is who he shows his true self. It is not something to take lightly

He KNOWS he is attractive and it flatters his ego when he is complimented on it, but if one wants to win his heart, you need to go deeper than that. He wants a person who truly appreciates him beyond looks

His love language is gift giving. He will gift his S/O anything they desire, and it´s his way of showing he cares. He gets excited like a kid in a candy store when he brings his S/O something and waits for them to open the gift

Most of the time it doesn't even have to be anything expensive. Of course he likes to spoil his S/O, but sometimes he just sees something small, which reminds him of them and he decides to buy it

Then, his unofficial love language is being annoying. He would ask "would you still love me if I was a worm" and whatnot

Related to that, he would act all smug and probably provoke arguments with his S/O just to entertain himself (but he's not malicious about it of course!)

When he sees something romantic, he would say "Ewww, sappy romance stuff" and then do exactly those things in private

He likes to show off with his relationship? Y'know, like posting about it in social media and PDA

This also ties to when he holds great pride in the thought that he's able to protect them no matter what. Maybe he's also a bit jealous and likes to show others that his S/O truly is his, and only his

Looooves to dress in matching clothing with his S/O!

Also, if he'd play online games with his S/O, he'd definitely want to do matching usernames (Sometimes it'd be cringe, but that's a part of why he loves doing it)

(NSFW under the cut)

NSFW Relationship headcanons

Leans towards being more kinky tbh

This man likes to have fun, okay? He is super adventurous in the bedroom. He's always coming up with new ideas for his S/O and him to try, and he usually is the one to initiate

He'd love to bring in ropes, blindfolds, toys of all kind and everything you could think of. He wants to use them on his S/O, but isn't against the idea being toys or ropes used on him either blindfolds wouldn't even work on him though

He´s a fan of playing with the dynamics. The vibes he gives is 50% pillow princess and 50% daddy, so there's never a dull moment when he switches up things with his S/O

He lives for teasing in the bedroom. You are not going to get anything easily from his arrogant ass: If he's a sub, he's going to be a brat. If he's a top, you need to beg him

He is capable of being serious during intimate time, but most of the time there's going to be funny and goofy moments

I could 100% see him doing something like slapping his dick against his S/O's face, then grin. At the same time it's hot but it's also hilarious (in his opinion)

Speaking of his cock, I think it's bigger than average. Length is impressive, then girth is more average-ish

Definitely very vocal during sex. He will not shut up whether it's whimpers or dirty talk

I think he loves to fuck his S/O from behind. He loves to kiss the back of their neck, their shoulders and all over their back while going at it

[loverwebs]

It's Supposed to be Fun, Turning 21

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Peter, doesn't make it to your birthday dinner. So you walk home alone, only to run into the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Warnings: Slight angst & mentions of alcohol

Word count: 1,700

A very tired Y/n stumbled over the bumpy sidewalk of New York, cursing under her breath whenever she nearly stepped in a puddle. Her purse was crossed along her body and a bottle of wine swung from her hand.

She made her way home quickly and in annoyance, not wanting to be out any longer than she had to. With that in mind, she took a shortcut through an alleyway.

"Ma'am, stop right there!" A voice behind her shouted. She hesitantly turned, about to blow the person off, before she saw the city's masked hero within a few feet's distance.

"Holy shit! Oh, fuck did I do something? If it's the wine— I'm legally allowed to own it! And I have my ID, so please don't arrest me. I'm not even drunk!” a startled Y/n shouted.

"No, no! It’s okay," The vigilante approached her.

"Oh, okay," She said, touching her heart and sighing in relief. "Sorry for getting all jumpy there. It’s been a long day."

"No, you're fine! I didn't mean to scare you. I was just gonna say, you really shouldn't be walking home by yourself. It's not exactly safe, especially at night," He explained through an overly deepened voice.

"I know it's not," Sighed the girl. "My friends tried to get me to walk home with them, but my place isn't that far. And I'm really not in the mood to talk to anyone."

She continued her path, glancing back at him to add a quick, "No offense."

"None taken," He replied through a jog, catching up to her. "Did you just happen to be carrying around a bottle of wine with you, though?" He softly laughed at her antics.

"Uhh, yeah, just tonight." She returned a weak one.

"What's the occasion?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"It's my birthday. I'm 21 now and I wanna have my first drink with my boyfriend. He couldn't make it to my party and the restaurant let me bring one home with me."

She smiled sadly, lifting the bottle up so he could see the written For the birthday girl, enjoy! that a waitress had signed in permanent marker.

Peter felt guilty hearing this. Not only because he didn't make it to her birthday, but because she still waited for him. Wanting to share the special moment— despite him having missed it entirely.

"Happy birthday, then." The masked boy spoke, voice cracking as he said it. "I hope you spent it well."

"It was... eh. But thank you."

"Why was it 'eh'?" He asked, holding his breath.

"It's just, I don't know." She shrugged, not wanting to get into it.

She pondered for a moment, then, "I'm not trying to be rude or like, ungrateful, but don't you have actual Spider-Man stuff to do?"

He shook his head, "Making sure you get home safely is just as important as any other mission to me... plus, I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"That's nice, but I wouldn't want you to stop helping someone who actually needs it because of me."

"It's fine," He waved a hand in dismissal. "Don't even worry about it. I was pretty much done for the night anyway."

All she did was nod, not entirely convinced, then he spoke again.

"Sooo.. your birthday," He started.

"Right, yeah. It was fine, I guess."

"How come?"

"You're already walking me home, the last thing I want is for you to be my therapist too." She joked.

"Well, maybe I could help cheer you up... I like to help people. It's what I do."

"My friends already tried.. and failed. What makes you think you can?"

"I'd try my luck," He suggested. "Or we could walk in awkward silence."

She laughed at that, to which he said, "So what's got you down?"

"Okay, I mean.. like I said, my boyfriend didn't show up at the restaurant, soo I kinda spent the whole night staring at the door in case he did."

"Oh." He mumbled. "Sounds like a shitty boyfriend," He whispered, a little more to himself.

"He isn't," She shook her head a few too many times.

"He's naturally late to things, yeah. And he can't always make it to stuff. But when he is there.. His presence makes everything so much better." She said truthfully.

Peter hummed in understanding, his heart feeling heavy at her defending words. Here he was in a Spider-Man suit, meanwhile she wore her best party outfit. Not even cursing at the boy for his absence.

He didn't deserve her, he thought.

"Did he at least call? You know, saying he couldn't make it?"

Silence filled the air momentarily, which was enough of an answer. Still, she said, "He usually does..."

"Yeah?" He swallowed the forming lump in his throat.

"He— he always lets me know if he can't. And he did wish me a Happy Birthday! It's just— he's— I don't know what's going on with him anymore." She gave a teary laugh.

"Sometimes, it just feels like he's gonna break up with me. I feel like he wants to do it, but he's waiting around for the perfect opportunity, y'know?" She quickly wiped her now forming tears. "Sorry, I sound really pathetic."

"What?! No. No... You don't." He paused. "You— you really think he's gonna break up with you?" He dreadfully asked.

"I don't know," She gave a weak shrug. "He's like, distant lately."

"Have you.. Have you tried talking to him about it?"

"I've tried, yeah." She chewed on her lip nervously, thinking of the many instances where he canceled at the last minute when she intended on speaking with him.

"Like just this week, I asked to meet up after his afternoon class because I wanted to know if something was wrong, but..." She trailed off, holding back more tears.

"He canceled," He finished her sentence, wincing at her confirming nod.

"Right, and it's like, what am I doing wrong?" She added helplessly.

"Nothing! You're not doing anything wrong," He said through an interior panic.

"Doesn't feel like it."

They continued walking as Peter thought of the correct words to say. She'd laid her thoughts right there at his feet and he didn't know what the right move was.

He gave a desperate sigh, then proceeded to say, "I don't think he wants to break up with you."

"Seriously? That's what you're gonna tell me? You don't know that—"

"Hear me out... It's just, you know. Maybe he has a lot going on and.." He started, feeling overwhelmed.

"And maybe he hasn't been able to really tell you everything he wants you to know because he's scared. Scared to lose you. Or scared that you're already slipping away from him." He rambled on.

She slowed down her pace, tilting her head at him as a sense of familiarity within his words settled in.

He wasn't faking his tone anymore, and she wasn't as in her head as she was when he first found her.

"But you're not doing anything wrong, okay, Y/n?" He continued, voice breaking as he stepped closer to her. "I can promise you that."

She looked around to make sure the streets were empty before abruptly stopping in her tracks, eyeing him, when it finally clicked for her. She inched closer to him, while her shaky fingers tentatively reached towards the bottom of his mask.

She did so slowly, making sure he had time to stop her if he wanted to.

"Wait," He put his hand over hers. "It's not really.. It's not safe to do that here."

She understood and immediately withdrew her hand, taking a few steps back.

"Do you trust me?" He walked towards her, carefully placing his hands on her hips. With a nod, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Just like that, he aimed at a nearby building and shot a web, swinging with her in his arms. Her body tightly hugged him as they made their way to the rooftop of Peter's old apartment building. The same place they had their first date.

A sloppy "Happy Birthday" was webbed above the projector that was setup, along with blankets on an old couch that they’d made out on several times.. A few of her favorite drinks and snacks placed there as well. She noticed them as he gently put her down.

She once again turned to look at him, but his mask was already off.

"I'm sorry I missed your birthday, Princess."

"Oh, Peter," She frowned and went to cup his face. "Who did this to you?"

"It doesn't matter," He said softly, leaning into her hands.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I really wanted to... But I never knew when or how to do it. And tonight, I wanted to be there." His lips trembled.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to be there. But some guy had this really wonderful idea to rob a bank on your day, which caused a lockdown and eventually it led to a car pileup—"

She placed a kiss on his lips, shutting him up while holding onto the back of his neck in order to keep him close.

"I saw the news, Pete." She said once they parted and hugged him tightly, body shaking as she did so.

"Are you crying?" He asked through furrowed brows. "I'm so sorry I upset you, I—"

"I'm not upset with you. You don't have to apologize."

"You're not?"

"I mean, I was upset when I thought you were preparing some 'it's not you, it's me' speech on my birthday. And the thought of that hurts a lot more than knowing you kept this from me."

"I shouldn't have ever made you feel like we were gonna breakup, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to give you that impression. You have every right to be upset at me for it." He hung his head low in shame.

"Thank you for owning up to it, but it's okay now, love. I'm okay now that you're here," She reassured him. "And I'm really glad you trusted me enough to share this with me."

"Of course I trust you. I had it all planned out.. We were supposed to go to dinner first and then come here. I was gonna explain everything up here, but things just got all messy, as always."

"I just said it's okay," She giggled, tracing the spider on his chest. "Besides, I can't complain when you look this good in your suit."

She smiled at his forming blush and messed up hair, then leaned in to kiss him once again.

"I love you," He whispered against her lips.

"I love you too, Spider-Man."

[httpsdana]

84 Jude bellingham with a Brazilian reader PLEEASE

Sal o Azúcar ?~Jude Bellingham

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I PUBLISHED THIS AND REALIZED THE REQUEST SAID BRAZILIAN READER. IWROTE THIS AS SPANISH IM SO SORRY. EITHER WAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

84-“as much as I love listening to your native language, you know I can’t understand shit.”

warning: this is google translated spanish

"why wouldn't you let me help you" Jude whined, following y/n around in the kitchen

"Jude. I've told you this a million times before. I cannot fuck up tonights dinner. this is the first time your parents are coming over here to Madrid and you helping me isn't gonna be the best choice" y/n repeated, sighing at the boy who was following her around

"that's really offensive" Jude mumbled, sitting down on the countertop

y/n knew he wasnt actually sad, but she was right about everything she said. Jude wasn't the best help in the kitchen

"you can help me by bringing me the ingredients when I want them" she suggested making Jude's face lit up

he nodded excitedly, jumping off the counter and standing next to her.

She started preparing the dinner with Jude standing next to her. The soup she was preparing needed salt and needed to be stirred well and she shouldn't stop the stirring

"Jude. salt please" she said, urging him to rush

He grabbed the jar of 'salt' and gave it to her. y/n, without looking, grabbed a big amount of it and put it over the soup, and continued her stirring

"thanks babe" she said, smiling at Jude. He pressed a kiss on the top of her head, and stood beside her until she finished everything for the dinner

"Denise. Mark. its so good to see you guys again" y/n said, hugging the couple in front of her

"come on in. Jude is just getting dressed" she led them to the living room

"of course he's still late. I wonder if you're the one who waits for him when getting reafy for a date" his dad joked, making the three of them laugh

"I heard that"Jude said from behind, annoyance evident in his voice, but a smile was plastered on his face because of seeing his parents after a few months

He gave them both a hug, and they sat down for a chat

"I actually helped y/n with dinner" Jude said proudly, making his parents laugh

"oh no. how did that go?" Denise asked, making Jude put an offended hand on his chest

"it was alright. I didn't let him do anything beside bringing me the ingredients" y/n said, making his mother laugh

"that was a good choice. when he was young I had to beg him to leave me cook alone" she said, making her husband and y/n laugh

"that's not true" Jude gasped, making them laugh harder

"enough talking about how bad Jude is in cooking, how about I serve you guys dinner?" y/n got up, leading them to the dining room

She went to the kitchen, with Jude following her

"that wasn't nice" he pouted, making her chuckle

"well...we were only speaking the truth" she shrugged, placing her hands on his chest, his hands placing themselves on her hips

He just laughed, and leaned down, pressing his lips on hers. Before he had the chance to deepen the kiss, y/n moved back and pushed him away

"stop your parents are waiting for the food" she turned, grabbing the pot of soup

"take this. and I'll bring the rest" she gave it to Jude

They all sat down for dinner. y/n filling up the bowls of soup for the parents

Denise had the first sip of her soup, before she started coughing hard

"everything okay?" y/n asked, worried something might had happened to her

"honey. I think you're mistaken between the salt and sugar" she said, making y/n turn to look at Jude. He had an awkward look on his face when his girlfriend glared at him

"you gave me the sugar instead of the salt?" y/n asked, making Mark laugh out loud at his son

"how was I supposed to know its sugar instead of salt?" Jude said defensively

"Joder, Jude, ponemos la sal en el tarro azul y el azúcar en el tarro rosa." y/n said in an angry tone. before realizing she was speaking spanish instead on english (fucking hell Jude. we put the salt in the blue jar and the sugar in the pink jar)

Jude looked at her dumbfounded, before speaking up

“as much as I love listening to your native language, you know I can’t understand shit.” he said, making his parents chuckle

y/n let out a sigh, rubbing her temple before turning to his parents

"I'm really sorry guys. I promise he won't be entering the kitchen again" she glared at Jude

Denise shook her head and said everything was fine

"I think the rest of the food has sugar instead of salt too, how about we order some pizza?" Jude said with an awkward smile

They all laughed, before nodding

"let me do the talking. I don't think your spanish is good enough to order a normal pizza" y/n joked, grabbing the phone from Jude's hand

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey me! Luke, Simeon, & Solomon React to: Mc having them deal with a creep.

Other parts can be found here: Older Brothers, Younger Brothers, Diavolo & Barbatos

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Welcome! to another part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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Mc is off doing Mc things, their walking around R.A.D on their own not with any of the characters. Mc soon notices that a creepy random demon is following them, Mc tries to lose the demon in the crowd of R.A.D students but the random demon sticks on Mc's tail no matter how they try and loose it. So Mc does the only thing they can think to do, which is go to somebody they know and trust, how does the character react to Mc coming to them to help get rid of the creepy demon?

Luke's Reaction: (is a lil different from the rest)

Mc is supposed to go shopping with Luke for some baking ingredients, but they ended up needing to turn a report in to Diavolo. Mc tells Luke it will only take a minute and that they'll meet him by the R.A.D entrance gates. Luke heads off and Mc does the same, Mc heads down the R.A.D hallways towards the assembly hall to turn the report in to Diavolo or anyone who happens to be in the assembly hall. As Mc's walking down the halls they notice a random demon following closely behind them. Mc shrugs it off thinking the random demon just happens to be going in the same direction as them. When they get to the assembly hall the random demon keeps walking and Mc looks their way even giving them a polite wave before Mc heads into the assembly hall. Mc deals with things in the assembly hall and hands off the report rather quickly, leaving the assembly hall within a minute or two. When Mc exits the assembly hall they head straight back the way they came from. Mc walks along mostly just focused on getting back to the young angel before he gets impatient. Mc isn't really paying attention to their surroundings until they run into someone, they apologize and look to see it's the Random Demon they had waved at before going in to the assembly hall earlier. The random demon doesn't respond to Mc's apology instead it just gives them a wide creepy smile. The random demon pulls something out of its pocket and holds it out in the palm of its hand. Mc sees it's...a clump of hair? Mc fairly is confused and a little uneasy, why was this creepy random demon holding a clump of hair? Mc was about to find out just how creepy the random demon really is, the random demon takes a step forward and motions with its hand like it wants Mc to take the clump of hair out of its hand. The moment Mc hears the creepy random demons spine-chilling voice mutter something about the clump of hair being an offering to Mc, they know they need to get the hell away from this random demon. Mc backs up, muttering some polite excuse for not accepting the offering and then they politely say they have to go before they bolt past the demon speed walking down the halls in the direction of the R.A.D entrance gates. Mc handles the situation well and was incredibly polite about not wanting the offering, but the creepy random demon doesn't give up. The creepy random demon turns and begins speed walking after Mc, clearly determined to give Mc its offering. Mc panics when the creepy random demon begins following them, Mc starts running hoping that maybe they can lose the random demon. Mc doesn't know what to do other than run to R.A.D's entrance gates and hope that they lose the random demon before getting to Luke. Mc didn't want nor think the small angel could help them get rid of a creepy demon. No offense to Luke but Mc looks at him like a child to protect lets be fr. No matter how fast Mc runs the creepy random demon keeps pace, not falling behind once.

By the time Mc gets to the R.A.D entrance gates they don't lose the creepy demon, it honestly seems like the creepy demon has gotten closer during Mc's attempt to get away from it. Mc sees Luke standing by the entrance gates waiting for Mc like the young angel said he would be. Luke smiled when he saw Mc but then he looks at Mc confused on why they are sprinting like a mad man. Luke barely spots the creepy random demon sprinting after Mc, before Mc gets to him. Mc grabs Luke's arm trying to just drag the small angel off and keep running from the creepy demon, but Luke has different plans. Luke starts yelling at the creepy random demon, scolding them for chasing Mc, that's his friend man! Luke manages to get out of Mc's grasp and just gets up in the creepy demons face without showing an ounce of fear. Luke's short so he's basically just in the creepy demon's personal space. Luke may be called a Chihuahua, but everyone knows sometimes smaller dogs can be meaner and scarier than big dogs. Luke stands there yelling at this random demon until it begins to fearfully back away. Apparently it wants to keep its ankles today. Even as the random demon turns and begins running away, Luke continues to yell at it until it's out of sight completely. Luke is low key so proud so please praise him Mc. Luke and Mc will head off to shop for baking ingredients as planned and Luke promises Mc he'll protect them from ANY demons that mess with them while the two are out shopping together. Congratulations Mc you've achieved yourself a Chihuahua guard dog, please do not get into anything with any demons, the small angel can only scare off so many, eventually they'll stop getting scared. The creepy demon does not mess with Mc again but that's because Luke tells Simon, Simeon tells Lucifer, and then Lucifer and Diavolo had a little talking with the creepy demon. But don't tell Luke that! Luke thinks the demon leaves Mc alone because he scared the demon that much, and nobody needs to crush Luke's dreams. If the random demon sees Mc in the hall it darts the other direction or gets past Mc as fast as possible without going too close to Mc.

Simeon's Reaction:

Mc is going to hang out with Simeon after R.A.D classes end for the day, Simeon said he needed inspiration for one of his books so the two are going to wander around town and hang out until Simeon gets inspiration. -But Mc has to quickly take some papers to the assembly hall, so the two split apart and Simeon goes to wait at the R.A.D entrance gates for Mc. Mc rushes off towards the assembly hall, not wanting to leave the angel waiting long. No matter how in a rush Mc is they are still aware of their surroundings so when a random demon starts walking a little too close behind in the mostly empty R.A.D hallways Mc begins to feel a little uneasy. Mc tries to ignore it thinking maybe they were just being paranoid, but the closer the random demon gets the more creeped out Mc becomes. When the creepy random demon reaches out and tries to touch Mc they panic, they let out a surprised squeak and take off running down the R.A.D hallways towards the R.A.D entrance gates where they know Simeon will be waiting for them. They didn't know what else to do so they decided running to someone they know is their best option, and hopefully they would lose the creepy demon before even getting to Simeon. Mc runs through the R.A.D hallways as fast as their legs can take them, but the creepy random sticks close behind them not falling behind once. By the time Mc gets through all the hallways and to the area where the R.A.D entrance gates are, the creepy demon is still right behind them. Mc spots Simeon just standing somewhere, Simeon seems to be looking at a flower bush but his eyes snap up towards the direction Mc is as he hears footsteps approaching him at a concerningly fast rate. When Simeon spots that it's Mc running towards him like a maniac his concern only grows. Simeon barely spots the random demon sprinting behind Mc, before Mc makes it to Simeon and hides behind him while frantically explaining the creepy random demon won't stop following them. Simeon immediately gets serious, you may think an angel couldn't be scary, but you'd be wrong, Simeon's absolutely terrifying when he needs to be. Simeon only manages to get one cold serious question out before the creepy random demon scurries away in fear. All Simeon asked is if the random demon had a reason to be following Mc, but since the random demon didn't it got scared and ran away. Simeon doesn't chase after it, he has to stay with Mc and keep them safe, but Simeon will be telling Lucifer about the event. The creepy random demon has to deal with Lucifer and Diavolo and then Simeon convinces them to tell him the random demon's name. So when Simeon has free time without Mc or Luke around he goes to have a very stern talking to with the random demon. It's unclear what scared the random demon the most, but whatever it was worked, the creepy random demon does not mess with Mc again. Anytime the random demon spots Mc in the hallway it runs the opposite direction and hides until Mc is gone. It would rather spend all day hiding from Mc then have to deal with Simeon and his terrifying lectures again.

Solomon's Reaction:

Mc is supposed to go over to the Purgatory Hall to help Solomon with an experiment, however after class ends for the day, Solomon tells Mc he needs to quickly go talk to Diavolo about something, but that'll only take a moment. Solomon tells Mc he'll meet them at the R.A.D entrance gates, the two separate once they leave the classroom, each going their own ways to meet up later. Solomon heads to the Assembly Hall to go talk to Diavolo real quick, and Mc begins walking in the opposite direction through the halls towards the entrance gates. Mc walks at a casual pace not in a rush to get to the entrance gates since they'll have to wait for Solomon. The R.A.D hallways are emptying out as students are heading home for the day, so Mc doesn't have to push or shove to walk through the hall. With how empty the hallways are nobody would have to walk anywhere close to anyone else. Mc was enjoying the free space and not having anyone bump and shove them, until they noticed a random demon walking behind them. They figured the random demon would keep its distance from them and enjoy the empty hallway as well, but the random demon seems to walk rather close to Mc despite all the room in the empty hallway. Mc feels a little uneasy, the whole hallways empty and yet this random demon is choosing to walk closely behind Mc, Mc thinks they are just being paranoid until the random demon picks up their pace and now is walking extremely close to Mc. The creepy random demon is definitely in Mc's personal bubble, it only gets worse as the creepy demon reaches out and tries to grab Mc's hand. Mc Yanks their hand away looking at the random demon like it's insane, the random demon just smiles creepily at Mc and tries to reach for their hand again. Mc fairly takes a few steps back, but the creepy random demon takes a few steps forward, the panic kicks in and the chase starts as Mc takes off running with the creepy random demon running close behind. Mc was already close to the entrance gates, so they run out to the entrance gates, using the large outside space to get around the creepy demon, and then Mc sprints back inside, they didn't know what else to do besides go find someone they know. Mc runs towards the assembly hall as fast as their legs can take them, the creepy demon is still right on Mc's tail not falling behind even a little a bit. Mc sprints through the school, as they get close to the assembly hall they can see Solomon just now exiting. The timing is perfect as Mc's able to run up to the confused Solomon, hiding behind him and frantically pointing and telling Solomon about the creep demon. The creepy demon comes to a halt when it sees Solomon, and it's quick to turn and scurry away, not only is Solomon an incredibly powerful sorcerer, the look on Solomon's face is just scary in itself. Solomon lets the random demon run off, him and Mc head off to go to the purgatory hall and Solomon tells Mc he'll always be there to protect his favorite apprentice. is that only 4 nightbringer?? My bad if so. The creepy random demon does not get off Scott free despite Solomon originally letting it run away. Solomon finds out who the random demon is and then he tells Diavolo, but he also uses the random demon to test out some new spells, like ones where you can be in their dreams or give them nightmares, and plenty of other crazy spells that Solomon needed to test out. The creepy random demon does not mess with Mc again, even hearing Mc's name makes the random demon cower and act scared. That's because Solomon tormented it with spells and made sure it understood if it even looked at Mc its done for. Not really Solomon just wanted to scare it and it worked.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! Idk why Luke's is so long, but I hope you enjoyed. Sorry these parts took so long to post! Anyways more contents coming soon so Stay Tuned. Stay Safe & Stay Groovy Scooby! ♡

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pairing: s4 reiner x fem!reader word count: 12.7k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, explicit sexual content, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping mention, gore/violence, minor character death mention, usage of the word "dog" in a derogatory/offensive/mocking sense, chasing (hide-and-seek kinda), misogyny, physical assault, suicidal ideations (reader talks about dying a lot), stockholm syndrome, heavy manipulation/guilt-tripping, p*rn w/ plot, noncon/dubcon, hatefucking, mean dom reiner at first, praise & degradation, hair-pulling, slapping, forced f & m oral sex, vaginal sex, sorta missionary, slight belly-bulge mention, doggy-style, breeding (mating press), choking (sexual and nonsexual), marking, virginity loss (both of you), overstimulation (both of you), edging, dacryphilia kinda, mind-break (reader is implied to kinda lose her mind), size kink, brief tit-sucking/breast play, reiner has a short refractory period bc i said so >:), kinda aot spoilers if you haven't watched it before, all characters are 18+ synopsis: everything has fallen apart by the seams even more. reiner knows everything and you have nothing else to lose. taking your chances, you escape his clutches by slipping through liberio's alleyways but there's only a handful of buildings that can hide you before he catches you. terrified isn't the only word to describe what you were feeling and you can't imagine what he'd do to you if he gets his hands on you. a/n: finally the whorish activities begin! thank you all sm for the support for this series and my other fics! i've also reached over 1k likes in this blog and wow, i literally can't believe that my writing got this much attention in roughly 6-8 months! ik i said that i would be doing a konig fic before posting this and a hell of a lot of kinktober prompts but a bunch of shit came up irl that made it nearly impossible to have time to myself and this blog. really sorry about that but life happens unfortunately. anyways, i really ended this series off with a bang (literally) and i hope the ending is somewhat good enough. i would like to thank my friend for getting me back into aot bc without them, i wouldn't have seen the final episode nor would have made this blog. i think 6th/7th grade me would've been so surprised but feel so complete knowing that aot reached its end in the anime. thank you all again for investing and reading the cacoëthes series!! note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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It's over.

Three years of meticulous and dedicated planning were all torn away by a single bullet. What were the chances of this happening? Why did you never consider that he would kill the old man like this? He was supposed to be completely knocked out. The dosage was supposed to be enough for you to escape.

Everything was supposed to go your way.

"H-how are you even... Wh... Why did y-you..." You gripped the jacket in the middle of your chest, the air weighing heavy with every frightened breath you took. A man was dead because of you. No... because of him.

Where did he even get a gun?!

Reiner stopped aiming the rifle towards you, standing up straight while letting the gun fall to his side. There was no hint of any exhaustion from the drugs except the fact that he was heaving slowly, most likely from running. His appearance was definitely disheveled, the rain pulling down at his clothes and short hair. In the twisted crevices in your mind, you would've found it just a tiny bit attractive.

Regardless of that, you should've never underestimated him in the first place. How could you forget that he graduated second overall in the 104th Training Corps right behind Mikasa, the most terrifyingly strongest woman that matched up right to Annie’s level. You barely even reached the top twenty when you graduated, let alone the top ten.

He said nothing but raised his hand, beckoning for you to come to him as if you were some kind of lost pet. Was he joking? You shook your head and stood your ground, strands of wet hair sticking onto your skin. There was no telling whether it was the rain that caused that or the blood. He murdered an old man — he was a Marleyan traitor sure, but he was still a human — just to keep you here.

"Y/N—"

"No!" You finally snapped, the wind carrying the words that you've held back for so long. "I'm not coming home with you! I'm never going back, I'd rather die than carrying your fucking spawn!"

"You don't mean that."

How delusional can he be? Can nothing get through that stupidly thick skull of his?

"I meant Every! Single! Word! I hate you Reiner. I've always hated you! For three years, I had to put up with all of your shit! Not because I was beginning to fall for you or that you made me realize that maybe something… something in Marley was worth staying for, but because I was trying to survive. I did everything in order to live through this torment that you forced me into. So no matter what you do, no matter what you say, no matter who you kill," Your fists were balled up so tightly, you were sure that it had cut through the skin of your palms.

"I'll never love you."

It felt like the largest weights of the world had finally lifted off your shoulders and it took all your might to finally look him in the eyes after your confession. He bore a face of devastation, his mouth parted open and eyes wide in a state of complete shock.

You grinned, partially because you were happy to finally say something that bruised his spirit. Now that he was frozen in place and his eyes were slightly glazed over, you had to hastily figure out the controls for the boat.

As you turned away to try and get into the control room, the sound of the rifle went off once more. What the hell did he shoot at? The whistle of the bullet neared and suddenly, a sharp pain ripped through your arm. You cried out in pain, almost stumbling onto the corpse below you. In an instant, you placed your hand over the fresh wound, your undivided attention now back onto him. The rifle was back up and full aimed, faint amounts of steam coming out of the end.

Reiner shot you.

Though you were quite a distance away, you could tell that something changed in him. This was not the same man that you've just screamed all the vile profanities at. You had to get away, now. There was no time to figure out the controls, not when he's now trudging towards you at an alarming rate. You got off, nearly colliding to the ground from the rock of the boat and the slickness of the rained docks.

"Y/N!" He screamed your name out and you could hear the rage laced behind it. If he caught you, you were a dead woman. You started running, as fast as your legs could carry you. In an endless blur, you went from the docks into the empty streets of Liberio.

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

You dashed left into an alleyway, almost stumbling and slipping on the smoothly cobbled streets, turning towards the farthest right that you were able to reach. Ducking down into a pile of soggy old boxes, you continue to grasp at your injured arm. You couldn't see the damage that was done but you could feel it, clenching your teeth as you ran your fingers across the wound.

You winced and cringed wordlessly as you tried to figure out how big it was and how deep the bullet went, feeling a good amount of your blood trickle down your fingers. There was no entry hole so he must've grazed you, but it was barely a miss in your opinion as it continued to gush out liquid at an alarming rate. You quickly glanced up at the storming sky, watching the lightning zip through the inky clouds before ripping a heaping chunk out of the end of your dress, timing it with the clashing clap of the thunder.

You bit down on the other part of the cloth as you tightly secured it around your wound. The effects of fatigue were finally starting to overtake you now that you had the chance to relax, the adrenaline within your veins weaning off bit by bit. With every breath you took, your lungs ached and burned unwillingly. Not to mention, your feet were definitely all cut up from scurrying around barefoot. You couldn't get tired here, not when you were running from a literal madman.

The wet stomps of boots neared and you stiffened up once more, hyper-focused on which direction it was going. It was unsettlingly still, the air suddenly feeling stuffy and murky as you held your hands against your mouth and nose. The situation felt exactly like the elevator in Trost, where groups of Titans were slowly closing in and all you could do was wait.

You tried to take in slow and steady breaths, but it was more difficult than you realized. There was a growing pressure on your chest that was making it completely strenuous in order to breathe properly, and to make matters worse, your heart was beating at an alarming rate. It had to be absurdly loud from the way you could hear it thump away at your eardrums.

"Where are you?" He trailed his voice off in a taunting manner, his breathing hard yet erratic. You could only imagine his eyes darting about in the dark, trying to pinpoint your exact location.

"I'm going to fucking find you and when I do—" The sound of a crate being kicked and smashed against the brick wall nearby made you flinch, your hands gripping onto your mouth harder as you began to shake in fear.

"Y/N, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you, honest. I'm just... losing my temper. It's your fault y'know but I didn't mean to shoot you — well, I did, what else would stop you from running too far?" The more he spoke, the more nauseous you felt. Reiner really lost his goddamn mind.

The minutes felt like hours the more he stood there trying to figure out where you've wandered off to. You closed your eyes and started to pray, as if some God would be listening to someone like you. The sounds of shuffling and a frustrated growl slowly started to fade away from your proximity, and you let out a silent shaky exhale of relief.

You felt absolutely filthy. Your clothes were torn up, you were sitting in a dirty alleyway, and blood was all over you. It's a miracle that you were even still alive right now.

If you didn't move now, he'd double back to check the areas he originally skipped over. Peeking over the boxes, you slowly got up, trying to change your position along to the sound of the thunder and wind. You peered around the corners of the alleyway, not being able to see a few feet in front of you from the sudden appearance of fog. You could use it to your advantage. Reiner didn't know where you specifically were either; there was your second advantage.

In the same alleyway you were currently in, there were other various passageways. Despite being here for so long, you haven't really memorized the layout of the internment zone. Ugh, you should have done so in the first place but you didn't really create a plan B to your escape plan. It was all going swimmingly up until that moment.

Maybe there was a way that you could retrace your steps back to the boat but you ran mindlessly, just thinking about how to get as far away from him as possible. You couldn't really think, not when he had continuous months of training and you barely had any brush up of any of your skills.

You exhaled and started walking with your body snug against the wall at a brisk pace, taking a few look backs just in case. In your mind, you had to have hope. The kind of hope that you were able to get back to the fishing docks before he could find you. Liberio was a pretty large area so it could take him a while to locate you, unless he transforms and wrecks every building in sight. That was unlikely since this was his home, but him waking up from the drugs was also unlikely and yet it still happened.

Fate was against you and so was time. When morning comes, you'll have nowhere to hide and there was the possibility that Reiner would alert the militia that a threatening "rogue" Eldian was wandering the streets. All you could rely on was yourself and hopefully that could be all you needed.

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Lost.

You were lost.

You thought that if you just kept wandering around, then you'd end up in a street that you'd recognize and use it to get to the docks, but there was jack shit. Everything looked the same: the windows, the walls, the streets. The fog was starting to get on your nerves as well, the rain was able to loosen up but the haze was still blocking most of your vision.

Were you stuck in hell?

The good thing was that you hadn't heard any boots anywhere nearby so you definitely had to be a safe distance away from Reiner. A warm dribble ran down your arm, causing you to halt. The laceration was still bleeding, the cloth now a darker shade of red than before. It was to the point where it was steadily dripping down your fingertips and onto the stones. If you died from blood loss before getting on the boat, it would be better than nothing.

"C'mon me. You've been through worse," You mumbled quietly to yourself as you tore another piece off from the dress, tying it over the soaked one. "You're almost there."

It had to be past midnight by now, time felt like it was working differently once you became lost. Like clockwork, you began moving once more. You had no other choice in the matter, any more hesitation and you'd get caught. Everything felt like it was at its complete limit than before but you had to push through, for your sake.

If you got out of here, you swore to be a better person. You'd be more hesitant, more calloused towards others. Back in Paradis, your kindness was the literal death of you. You held too much trust in others and look where it got you, married to an insane man who's been fucking up your life since day one when the breach occurred in Wall Maria. You were merely a puppet in the hands of Reiner and it wasn't fair.

When the Armored Titan ran through the Shiganshina District, the rubble that came from it pulverized your family. That marked the very moment where you became an orphan. A child to no one.

There were no final goodbyes, there was nothing. You didn't even get to see them brutally pass either. When you dashed home after the Colossal Titan kicked the wall in, you came upon the discovery that your house was completely crushed, fresh crimson splattered everywhere. Would that have made you feel better? Seeing them lose their lives right in front of you?

You don't even remember how you got on one of the escape boats, everything was a faded blur. As the boat sailed out of Shiganshina, you knew deep in your heart that if you had gotten home sooner from the market right before the Colossal Titan came, you would've died with them and that would be it.

You wouldn't have the unwavering decision to join the training corps the moment you became of age. You wouldn't have been matched up and sparring with Reiner for the first time just because Instructor Shadis wanted you to have a challenge. You wouldn't have been saved from him during the Trost disaster. You wouldn't have befriended both him and Bertolt afterwards, acting like the three of you were the bestest of friends. You wouldn't have been shipped off to Marley like a piece of precious stone that he had caught sight of. You wouldn't be in this complicated and hectic situation in the first place.

Placing a hand on your face, you realized that tears had started to wet your cheeks. When did you start crying? How long has it been since the last time you've cried this much? It was back when you had that fight with Porco, wasn’t it? He’d call you a crybaby if he saw you right now. Besides that, how long has it been since you've contemplated your past to the point where you started crying about it again? A soft hiccup left your lips and you sniffed, wiping the tears away with your hands.

You wondered if your parents would be proud of you for trying to escape the very person that took away their lives. Your older sister and brother could be cheering you on and that's why you're still standing despite the many things that happened to you. Afterall, they've always wanted the best for you. Your little brother would be telling you that if you gave up now, he'd take all of your favorite candies and toys and play without you. You wrapped your arms around you and sobbed, heavy tears dripping down your nose and jaw.

Reiner took all that pure love from you without even knowing and tried to replace it with a festering rot, something that he thinks is love. He betrayed you over and over again, misconstruing everything that you've done for him as the desires and pursuits of romance. Nothing in the world can redeem what he has done to you, he created too many shattered pieces.

As you finally looked up through your tear-blurred vision, the fog began to part to the point where you were able to see through it. You wiped your eyes, in disbelief in what you saw. It couldn't be, could it? Piled up boats. Ocean. The dock.

You… did it? You did it. You did it!

The soreness in your body felt suddenly a million times better as you ran forwards, the air in your lungs feeling even more fresher than before. Your eyes ran through the various ships, trying to find Mr. Kraus' as fast as you could. Adrenaline pumped through you when you spotted the lantern at the edge, almost cheering loudly in the night. You stepped slowly aboard, trying to ignore the fact that the captain was still lying dead on the deck.

Crouching down, you placed two fingers over his eyelids and shut them close. His body had long gone cold but you felt absolutely awful. At least he was with his son again.

Should you... bring him along for the ride? You'd probably dump the body once you were more at sea but it was only fair. He was able to give you this chance of escape and the most you could do for him now was to take him to a place where no one would bother him anymore.

You rummaged carefully through his pockets, finding a key located in his chest. There was a photo of his son and him connected to it, so you decided to remove it and tuck the picture back into his jacket pocket. "Thank you Mr. Kraus. For everything."

Entering the control room, you felt like a completely new woman. Under the darkness of the night, you struggled to locate where the key was supposed to be inserted. You've never operated machinery this complicated before or rather, any machinery. ODM gear and the kitchen appliances were the closest you’ve ever learned about that was a machine. Reiner never bought a car, he was probably worried that you'd use it to escape or because a woman wasn't able to drive one. They were pricey too, his warrior salary was pretty good but not good enough to buy one of them.

Fumbling around for a bit, you finally inserted it into something that felt like it was fit for a key and twisted, the instrument panel lighting up and the boat roaring to life. Letting out a light laugh of relief, your focus was now on how to make it go forwards. There were a bunch of levers and buttons, most of them not labeled or containing numbers that made your head spin. Well, there was this big red lever so it must be indicating that it was the forward—

A large arm wrapped around your throat behind you, utter horror and anguish shooting through your body as your thoughts were completely interrupted. They squeezed hard around your neck and pulled you back roughly, making you gag and involuntarily fall backwards towards the violator. You could only assume the worst on who it was.

Your nails dug deeply into his rigid muscle as you desperately tried to escape, your vision beginning to form dark spots from the lack of oxygen. No... no! This can't end here! You've gotten so fucking far, you're not about to lose now.

You reared your foot back into his knee, hearing him cry out in pain and loosen up around your neck. Dropping one arm from clawing apart the skin, you elbowed as hard as you could into his stomach. He didn't let go and you kept hitting, letting out a flurry of choked out curses at him until he finally released you. Falling to the ground, you grasped at your throat, sharply coughing up and heaving as you tried to breathe properly again.

"FUCK! You... You still got it." He coughed a few times, a grin forming on his face.

"It took me a whi... a while to find where you went, but then I saw the blood trail you left behind and saw... that you were heading back to the dock. Terrible decision to be honest." Reiner was out of breath too, probably because you beat the shit out of his stomach and chest trying to free yourself. Steam was rising off of him though so he'd be fine in a matter of minutes while you still struggled to get a good word in.

"But it's the end of the line, no more running. We're going home."

"I'm... I-I'm not going." You managed to blurt out before coughing again but you knew you couldn't move any longer, everything was starting to hurt again.

"Don't you get it? There's nothing for you in Paradis, you only have me." Reiner crouched to your level, resting his hand on your shoulder just like he did back when you were still soldiers. Why was he acting like he was still this merciful and kind knight? He was far from it.

"I'll carry you and clean you up, don't worry."

You spat on his face, watching the liquid dribble down his face as you scowled. "I'm not going anywhere with you, you fucking dog."

It was an abrupt pain.

He raised a hand and struck you, hard. Hard enough to almost make you black out from the sheer force. Hard enough to have the dark spots in your vision make its reappearance.

The side where he hit you made your ear ring and every inch of your cheek had a lingering sting. You could taste the hint of iron on your tongue as you turned your head back to look at him. He was infuriated, more so than when you tried poisoning him. Oh, so that's what pisses him off.

"Don't you fucking dare call me that."

You spat the blood out of your mouth, beginning to giggle like a fool.

"Why? Isn't that what you exactly are? Cause your dear Marleyan daddy didn't love your poor devil mommy enough to stay for either of you."

Reiner struck you again with the same amount of force and you started laughing aloud, feeling more blood trickle down and into your mouth. Maybe the blood loss was making you spiral out of control. Who cares? Everything was starting to fade and go all static-like so who cares what's coming out of your mouth right now.

You started to slump down to the ground unwillingly, the world feeling woozy and cold. Your burning limbs were on the brink of snapping off from moving too much this past evening that you could no longer support yourself. He stopped you from collapsing any further however, holding you against him as if he hadn't previously slapped the literal soul out of you.

If you died here, you'd die not being held by him. Weakly, you tried pushing yourself out of his arms but didn't budge an inch. He leaned close to your ear, bushing strands away from it. You weren't able to hear what he said, losing consciousness the minute he began to speak.

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You wished everything was still a dream. To no surprise, you awoke back at home on the bed, completely cleaned and patched up. You were no longer wearing the filthy dress and jacket, rather you were in a nightgown; not in your most provocative one luckily. It absolutely ached — even to just hardly shift around — so you didn't bother punishing yourself that much, only barely moving your head here and there.

The first thing you noticed after your eyes adjusted was the coverings of your injuries. Your arm gun wound was wrapped up in bandages and there were smaller dressings around your feet; damn, he really took care of you while you were still passed out. The next thing you noticed was how Reiner wasn't in the room, probably preoccupied with something. Right, he had to leave for another battle.... today? What time was it? What day was it?

You turned your head towards the closet, seeing that it was pried completely open, the hinges nearly torn off the wall. He probably hid the rifle in there for years and you've never noticed it, even when you were hiding something in there too. Everything was knocked over as if he was in a panic trying to find it and you weakly sat up to see the casualties of the items in there, your heart sinking down in your stomach as you saw the shoebox knocked over and the contents inside being completely empty. He knows, he had to.

At that moment, the door swung open and you winced trying to fall back down on the bed to pretend that you were still sleeping. It was pointless however, he already entered before you could close your eyes.

"You're awake. Morning— er... Good evening actually." From what you can barely see from the hallway light, Reiner had a bowl of soup in one hand and the journal — your journal — in the other. Can this get any worse?

"It's been four days—"

"Four?!" You shot up, wincing as your muscles pulled themselves taut. He settled the soup bowl down on the nightstand, turned on the lamp, and pushed you back down on the bed, hushing you like you were some kid. "Why are you still here then? Aren't you supposed to fight in another stupid self-war?"

"I told my superiors that you severely injured yourself to the point where you weren't able to move. I didn't tell them that you were trying to escape because they would've taken you away from me, luck is once again on your side." He lightly laughed as if it was some funny joke.

"Anyways, since you didn't have family here and my family refused to take care of you, I told them that I wanted to stay until you got better. After that, I'll do whatever they want me to do. You can call this an extended vacation." He explained and you wanted to throw yourself off of the building right now.

"Can't you just kill me already?" You groaned in anguish and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"No can do, I love you too much to do that."

"Well I don't love you."

"I know. I've been reading this little book of yours when I woke up from that trick of yours and stumbled across it," He shook it in his hands and opened it to a random page, your face contorting to panic. "Nearly three years of extensively written details about how much you hate me."

"Reiner—"

"Here's a passage from last year on July 5th: Reiner's downstairs right now so I'll make this quick. He asked me again about children, well not really asked, alluded to the fact that he wants them. There was some kids playing outside, kicking around a ball, and he said that he wished that we had a child to join them. I didn't say anything in reply. But I can't take it anymore, I have to get out of here. A child between us would be detrimental to my sanity, I couldn't bring myself to love it. Not when it's a part of him." His voice was cold as he read and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

He went on to read more pages, paragraphs of you talking about wanting to kill him, the failed methods you had planned, the whole plan between Mr. Kraus and you. Did you feel embarrassed that he finally found out that you were acting or humiliated that everything went wrong? You heard the noise of flipping pages and he cleared his throat.

"This was the final thing you wrote in this. I'll skip the beginning since it's not the main point I want you to hear." Your eyes widened and shot up, your hand darting painfully to grab the journal from him. He can read anything, anything but that excerpt. He stepped back and you fell off the bed with a heavy thump, a strangled out cry coming out of you. Your arms shook as you attempted to push yourself up, but he kicked you back down to the floor and placed a sturdy boot down on the middle of your back. You yelled out to him to stop — to stop reading the very secrets you kept from him — your voice starting to go hoarse.

"...If you, Reiner, find this when I'm long gone, know that I've always hated you. I've always been sickened by your touch and your kisses, I never meant any of those I love yous, and I've always wished you died horribly during the times you went off to those battles. I wanted to receive a letter or be told personally that you were killed in action, shot down by the cannons that were able to pierce through your armor." Reiner dug his heel into you, an agonizing shriek being pulled out of your beaten body.

"I'd weep, not of sadness but of joy because I would be finally be free from your clutches. Whatever you thought you taught me in order to be your perfect spouse, I was playing a role in order to survive this insanity of yours. I never loved you and I never will. Don't try to go back to Paradis to find me. You would have to bring back my dead body in order to bring me back to Marley." This was a complete and utter nightmare.

"I treated you to a life of safety, I took care of you when you were sick and injured. I didn't have sex with you because I wanted to respect your space. I fed you, clothed you, I did everything. I put you on a pedestal all because I love you." He dug deeper into your spine, your nails scraping into the wood.

"And this is what I get in return? An ungrateful little bitch who'd rather be ripped apart by Pure Titans than love me. A fucking whore that bats her eyes at a different man while calling the man she's married to a dog."

You gritted your teeth as hot tears poured down your face. "Yeah, that's right. I'd rather die horribly against a Titan if it meant that I'd never be with you. I'd fuck Porco if I could, I would do it behind your back if I wanted to too. Out of everyone you chose in Paradis, you married the one that was too much trouble. That's what Hoover said about me, right?"

His foot finally came off your back, letting you finally breathe, until he crouched down and pushed you up against the side of the bed, holding you there. Reiner was pissed beyond belief, teeth bared at you. "He did. He did and even if he was right, I didn't care because I thought I could change you."

"But you never were able to, you failed. Nothing you can do can change how I feel about you. But what can I expect—" Your narrowed eyes met with his, seeing the conflicted anger bubble in his brown irises. A small smug smirk grew on your face, your head tilting off to the side tauntingly.

"A dog will always be a dog."

A singular hand wrapped around your neck in a flash, the sheer force making you gag as he cut off your air flow once more. You fought back, trying to pull off his arm with both of your hands around his forearm. Small little sparks flickered off of him, fear melting into your expression. If you weren't imagining it, that would've meant that he was ready to turn. If you so much as put the smallest scratch on him, he'd transform. He'd kill everyone in the vicinity because of you.

" 'M s... s-sorry." You strangled out and he finally let you go, watching you fall back onto the ground. Your neck had to be bruised from getting violently choked all the damn time.

"If that's how you see me, fine. I'll just fuck you like one since that's all you see me as."

What?! Did you hear him right? That was literally the last thing you wanted! And maybe that's why he's resorting to it, the sick fucker.

The sound of a belt unbuckling caught your attention and you panicked, quickly pushing him away and attempted to retreat by crawling. Everything in your body still sorely burned but it was better than getting your virginity taken. He grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you back, making you shriek in surprise. Before standing up, he placed you back in your original position, making you sit on the ground right in front of him with your head against the side of the mattress.

"I should've done this right from the start." Reiner sneered, pulling out his partially-hard dick from the confines of the dark uniform pants he wore. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, thighs and mouth clenching tightly as if they were suddenly glued together. On numerous awkward occasions and the night of the Porco incident, you've felt it up against you but never seen it like this; the only time you ever seen a dick was diagrams of it in class during the training corps.

But this monster!? No fucking way that thing of his would fit anywhere inside your body. It was stupidly thick, his hand loosely wrapped around the veiny shaft as he slowly stroked himself hard directly in front of you. The tip towards the midpart of his cock was slightly flushed a soft pink and when he tugged back the skin for you to see, the tip was actually a rosy color. You couldn't even bring yourself to describe how hefty his balls were as they rested on the outside of his pants.

Reiner's heart was thumping hard as he jerked himself right in front of your face, his cheeks burning up as your owlish eyes stared at it. Was it that fascinating? This was terribly embarrassing for him — he was still a virgin too and this was technically the first time he's done anything sexual in your conscious presence — but you've led him on for years, this was punishment for the cruel lies you've fed.

He let out a quiet, shaky breath when he showed you the tip, your curious eyes still observing him. God, the two of you should've done this way back in the honeymoon. Maybe this wasn't the way he wanted each other's first times to be, but he would be lying if your stubbornness wasn't completely making him hard right now.

Once it was completely at full mast, you were pretty sure it was bigger than the length of your face. This was a threat, a danger to your body.

"Open." You glared at him and shook your head in refusal, even going so far to put your hands over your mouth. Who the hell does he think he is? He scoffed, his free hand grabbing the hair at the back of your head and jerking it back roughly. Asshole.

"Open. Or else."

You rolled your eyes at him, removing one hand as if you were complying. Instead, you put your middle finger up and smugly smiled under your other hand. He frustratingly growled under his breath and pulled at your hair again, holding onto it this time around until your scalp began to sting. You started slapping and hitting at his thigh to make him stop, carefully trying to avoid touching it. If this went any longer, he'd probably sever your scalp from your skull. But he refused to let go, waiting until you took off your hand and replaced it with him.

"Alright! I'll fucking do it! Just stop!" Screaming into your hand, you finally unwillingly gave in after the pain got too much for you but hesitated to even lay a finger on it. He loosened his grip but still held onto your hair, lightly caressing it between his fingers.

He was still holding it in one hand so you put your hands on his thighs and nervously leaned in. Closing your eyes shut, you shakily placed the tip in between your lips. It was warmer than you thought, a sticky substance staining your lips as you began to pull away. Was that satisfying enough for him? Absolutely not. Unbeknownst to you, he had other plans, unexpectedly shoving his cock through and bottoming out completely.

Your eyes shot open as you gagged badly, trying to wiggle out of his grip and recoiling your head backwards against the mattress. Panic ran through your body as he refused to let go, only pushing in impossibly deeper down your throat. This wasn't meant to be in your mouth, much less shoved completely down your throat without care. You resorted to try and settle down, breathing through your nose in panicked bursts. If you threw up on him, he'd probably pull out but if he didn't, you'd choke on your own vomit.

An audible groan came out of him once everything was in and he clenched at your hair. Reiner partially felt sorry for doing this to you but he couldn't resist when he watched you basically give a cute little kiss on his tip. He tilted his head to the side, experimentally thrusting in short bursts and watching your reaction. The inside of your mouth was insanely hot and you kept vocally protesting, sending vibrations down and against his dick. You kept constantly moving, almost bobbing your head back and forth along with his light prodding, persistently trying to get him out. He felt your tongue stroking against the bottom of his shaft, a shiver going down his spine.

Your tear-stricken gaze looked up at him, inadvertently begging him to free you from this but he only felt himself become even more stiff. Shit, he could cum right there and now. It felt too good for him to take it out just because you were suffocating, you deserved all of this after all.

Tears began to fall down your cheeks as he kept his cock locked in, your jaw already aching from being pried open for so long. You tried biting down but the sheer thickness made it quite literally impossible. You didn't want to die suffocating on his dick, what a humiliating headstone that would be. Here lies Y/N Braun: Beloved daughter and wife, died being forced to appease her husband sexually since she wasn't able to escape Marley fast enough.

Reiner suddenly started to let out soft grunts and forcibly pushed you closer from the back of your head with both hands, your face flushed against his lower half. Something viscously warm went down your throat in inconsistent spurts, eyes widening in shock as you were forced to swallow the liquid. What the fuck, did he just—!?

Copious amounts of drool and still-warm cum spilled out as he finally pulled out, the fluids dribbling down your chin as you started coughing up a lung. The taste was unlike anything you had before, meshing from a dull salty to a bearable bittersweet flavor. To your horror, he was still hard, twitching right in front of you as pearl-like beads of white ran down his length. Weren't men supposed to go soft afterwards?

Reiner didn't say anything, only panting before crouching down to your level. You shot a glare at him as you rubbed your throat, heaving slowly. Unlike you, his large pupils were blown out with lustful possession and he dove in to kiss you, ignoring the fact that he was consuming his own fluids intermingled with your saliva.

You fought back, teeth hitting teeth. It only egged him on however, pushing you against the bedside as he continued to ravage your mouth, biting down on your bottom lip. An involuntary gasp slipped out and he pushed his tongue in, the muscle brushing against yours. You could barely breathe, completely overwhelmed with everything that was happening to you.

Large hands grabbed at your hips and pulled you closer to his lower half, your body twitching at the sudden movement. You went to shove him off while he was distracted sucking your face off, but he barely pulled away to let the two of you breathe. He rested his forehead against yours, eyes locked on each other as the two of you drew in intense, erratic breaths.

"Can Porco kiss you like that?"

You were rendered speechless, Reiner suddenly picking you up from the ground. You didn't fight him when he did, already exhausted and still shellshocked from what he had asked. He laid you down on your back but your legs still dangled off the bed, confusion forming in your expression. His figure shadowed over you, the lamp barely illuminating his features.

He thought you were still so pretty despite becoming a mess that he caused, your eyes still glimmering in uncertainty. Since you've graciously let him accidentally ejaculate in your mouth, he had to return the favor to you, even if he was still angry at you. Tonight was the night to do absolutely everything, even if you still hated him at the end. He'll change your feelings towards him no matter what, even if he reached the end of his Titan's inheritance.

He dropped down in front of you, lifting up one of your legs and started placing short kisses down your calf to your inner thigh. It was sorta ticklish, partially because of his stubble, until he started needily sucking and licking the skin. You bit down on your tongue, tired of giving any satisfaction of whether something he did was pleasurable to you. He won't win, not this time around.

He reached for your other leg as he dropped the other on his shoulder, and repeated his actions, biting down when he was close to your womanhood. You winced at the pain, trying to push his face away with your hand. But before you could, Reiner pulled away and you swore you saw your blood stained on his teeth before he licked it away.

"What are you—" You inhaled sharply as a finger tentatively prodded against your covered hole, face immediately erupting in heat.

"You're wet." Reiner bluntly stated as he withdrew it, a string of your fluids still attached. He was just as surprised as you were. He didn't even do anything to you yet, unless you liked getting your throat stuffed with every inch of him. His cock twitched impatiently underneath him, no longer drenched with your saliva and his cum.

"W-wait that can't be, I-I..." You fumbled around your words, utterly lost on what was happening to your body. You tried to sit up but he started to tug your nightgown upwards, alarms setting off in your ears. You couldn't be attracted to this, to him.

"Hold on. R-Reiner st... stop—" You were cut short when he pressed two of his fingers back onto the dampened cloth, slowly beginning to rub up and down. One hand shot up to your mouth, swallowing down any little moans that tried to escape. The pleasurable shivers from the last time he fondled you were back, a shudder going down your spine.

Reiner wanted more, almost ripping the fabric off. But he restrained himself, no matter how much his dick was begging to be touched or be inside of you. He pulled them off, weaving it through your legs before you could protest and enveloped his mouth in-between your slickened folds. He groaned heavily against you, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head. You tasted so sweet, better than he had ever imagined in his mind. He began to lap up the liquids that continued to gush out with every stir of his tongue, your thighs squishing his head.

He could die a happy man now that he finally had a taste of you.

You shivered as his tongue teased around your hole, greedily licking up your arousal that continued to spill out. The hand against your mouth clenched into a fist and your fingers ached as they gripped the sheets underneath you tightly, head throwing back as he began to attentively suck on your hardened clit. Why the hell was he so good? It was impossible to think that he learned this from someone else.

Unconsciously, you pushed your hips more towards his face and bucked when he laid his tongue flat against you. Soft moans started to slip out along with your panting, the fuzzy pleasure getting to your head. His hands grabbed the meat of your thighs and forced you to stay open, his grip tightening if you tried to close them. This shouldn't feel so good, betrayal whispering in every cell of your brain.

"Reiner," A pathetic whimper of his name came out of your mouth before you could stop it. He looked up at you, still dragging his tongue from your entrance to the hardened nub. "Please, please stop, s-something doesn't feel right."

He ignored you per usual, as if anything you say now would change anything, but his eyes never left yours. There was a sort of pressure building up around your lower half and it was terrifying, you didn't know what was going to transpire. As if he knew what was happening, the pacing of his tongue quickened, your hand shooting up and grabbing his hair. The sensation was too much for you to handle. As you tried to tug him away from your pussy, he moaned against you, a shot of pleasure running through you.

You were close, he could tell from how much you desperately started to ride against his tongue, his nose nudging against your clit with every little flinch. The influx of juices that were leaking out started to even become more apparent. You couldn't hide it, you loved him pleasuring you. He would've been willing to do this for you whenever you asked, all you had to do was let him into your heart. As much as he wanted you to suffer, he's a kind man, he'll let you release in his mouth. Without hesitation, Reiner started to rub your clit with his fingers as he tongue-fucked your entrance, feeling your walls clench around the muscle.

Your involuntary moans became louder until your orgasm hit you fast and hard, your back arching as blinding white stars filled your vision. Your body shuddered and rode against his face, your hand accidentally gripping his hair too hard and pulling him close to your pussy. It felt like you were knocked dizzy as if he had struck you once more, panting heavily as you came down from that giddy high bit by bit. He finally pulled away but still was lazily rubbing your clit, your body quivering with every teasing rotation.

"You did so good baby, you're so good." Reiner quietly praised, placing a wet kiss on your thigh. You couldn't say anything in reply, still completely drained out of everything. He removed his fingers away and got up, your body lightly twitching from the loss of contact.

You had to watch him remove his shirt, heart skipping as you saw the ripples of muscle you've avoided to look at for years. God, you missed out on a lot. His chest was beefier than you expected, only feeling it against you through his hugs and the occasional times that you've accidentally touched them.

He pushed down his pants further, almost completely bare from what you were able to see. There was a trail of slightly dark blonde hair above the base of his dick, the wisps of it stopping below his belly button. The sound of thuds from his boots followed suit and were shoved aside with his foot. Terror began to claw out through the warm haze as he pulled you more to the edge by your hips and started to line his cock up to your entrance, the fat tip nearing your hole as he held onto one of your thighs to keep you open.

"W-Wait Reiner, it's not going to fit!" You begged, the realization finally hitting. You were going to get destroyed by him. If you finally got fucked, there was no going back. There was a chance that you were never going to be the same person ever again afterwards.

"I don't care, I'm fucking you whether or not it fits." He lowly growled, his personality doing a complete turnaround suddenly. You tried struggling, hands shooting up to his chest and pushing, digging your nails into his stupidly meaty pecs as he ignored you. Your legs were wildly kicking around in protest from a sudden shot of adrenaline, but the hand on your thigh had squeezed you to the point where you thought he would rip your flesh right off if you kept fighting him. There was no way out of this anymore, complete and utter hopelessness settling in the pit of your stomach as you finally gave into his desire.

He pushed the uncut tip in through your folds, a pained whine coming out of you as he continued to stretch you out. It burned as he slowly and completely sheathed himself in you, hot tears falling down your cheeks. He was simply too big for your poor body to handle, unused to anything being inside. You uncontrollably tightened around him, almost hyperventilating from the pain.

"Reiner it hurts, take it out please!" You cried out and tried to move off of it, only meeting with painful throbs in your gaped cunt. The hand that held you open went to your hip and kept you steady, still speared around his cock.

Reiner used his free hand and wiped your tears away, licking his thumb afterwards. Was that supposed to be some form of dull comfort? What a jerk, punishing you like this. A few more agonizing seconds went by and he experimentally rolled his hips against you, a gasp shooting out of you as you felt the tip briefly press against your cervix.

You started pleading with a mantra of his name, teary eyes inspecting his, searching for some sort of penitence. There was nothing, nothing but a burning fire of anger. It was your fault that it had gotten this far, the rage blinding him to go through this sort of tortuous action.

Maybe if you let him do you once before, he would've been satiated from the start.

He was holding himself back, feverish gummy walls clenching onto his cock like a vise. You were babbling like an idiot from the slightest movement, saying his name as if it was the only thing that was keeping you from going mad. He thought that it was cute how you started shortening his name to only Rei, he'd never heard that before.

"Did you forget how much you hate my guts? How much you'd rather die than get fucked by me, a dog?" Reiner finally spoke, taunting as he began to rub your clit, watching how your head rolled back into the messed up sheets in complete submission.

"Fuck. I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You whimpered out a quick apology, the same build-up of pressure forming in the pit of your stomach. Why were you apologizing? You never felt the slightest bit of pity for this man before, but you'd do anything for him to get this thing out of you as soon as possible.

"Rei, I'm sorry. I really am. You're not — ah — you're not a dog. Y-you're not. T-take it out please, you're too big."

"Sorry doesn't fix what you said." He felt you clench up, pulling him in deeper. He started to pick up his pace, embarrassing squelching sounds of your sopping pussy becoming louder as he started to steadily pound into you. Reiner watched with every heavy thrust he made, your stomach would slightly bulge out. He almost laughed at the sight, he really is too big for you.

"Reiner—"

"Sorry doesn't fix what you wrote." You couldn't stop yourself from crying out as he ceaselessly bobbed back and forth, the stretch becoming less and less painful the more he fucked you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit a particular spot within you, core squeezing. He took notice from how your muscles tightened around him, beginning to angle himself to only hit that specific area, a towering pleasure enveloping your insides. This cursed man and his godforsaken attentiveness.

"Rei—"

You couldn't hold back your moans any longer, the constant stimulation on your clit and within your pussy was undeniably too good for your body to ignore.

"Sorry doesn't fix three years of lies." Reiner pushed himself in roughly, his lower half flushed against yours and you immediately fell apart, wanton moans following as you came on his cock in short spasms. His hand gripped your hip in an achingly rigid fashion as your walls fluttered, trying to milk him for all he's worth.

Disgust began to crawl in and you turned your head away from him as the euphoria fogged up your thoughts once more. He didn't stop despite you already finishing, short little whimpers escaping you as you felt his veiny shaft continuously bully your oversensitive walls. He leaned in and forced you to face him once more, kissing you hard but slow. Your arms wrapped around him suddenly, your hands clawing down into his back. He winced against your mouth and bit down on your lip in return, a painful cry slipping out as you pulled away for air.

Reiner dove back to kiss you, barely giving you any second to recuperate. Your moans muffled against his mouth as you came again without warning, wrapping your legs around his waist at the same time as you unintentionally pulled his torso closer to yours with your arms. He let out a soft groan against your lips and you felt a burning warmth fill your insides up, devastation immediately filling your mind.

This was it. Everything that you've worked so hard for in order to prevent this scenario had crumbled to pieces. Was it really worth it to even try in the first place? You despised him, you hated his entire being so much.

You then realized that he hadn't pulled out, vaguely feeling that he was still hard but his pace going back to a slow rock. You were so exhausted and so sensitive, what more did he want out of you?

He could see that you were already getting weaker, slow and heavy breaths against his chest. Your pussy was still so warm and tight that his mouth nearly watered as he leisurely fucked you at a snail's pace. He needed more, needed more of you.

While still sheathed inside, Reiner lifted you up further into the middle of the bed and slowly turned you around, making you hold yourself up on your hands and knees. As much as your limbs burned and ached, every light movement he made within you had you twitch and gasp, grasping at the sheets beneath your palms. He carefully removed your nightgown, weaving it through your arms and head with little resistance and threw it somewhere in the room. You didn't try to hide your bare body from him anymore, flinching as you felt him lean over and lovingly kiss down from your nape to your back. For some reason, that pained you even more.

"You wanted a dog," Reiner's voice gruffly whispered into your ear, your eyes widening as his hips began to move away from yours. "So I'll give you a dog."

He completely pulled himself out of your pussy and sheathed it back in all at once, the thickness filling up your insides. You cried out in shock, almost barely noticing the fact that his inhumanely stiff cock was no longer hurting you but instead flooding your body with an undeniable pleasure. His hands gripped the side of your hips once more, setting a brutal pace that nearly had you start drooling.

With this new position that Reiner put you in, it felt like his cock was pushing impossibly deeper with every aggressive stroke and the oversensitivity had caused your gummy walls to keep squeezing along with his thrusts. Your arms were shaking even more, barely able to keep yourself up on your hands.

"Fuck baby, you're squeezing me so much." He groaned and from his tone, you knew he had the smuggest grin on his stupid face.

"Almost makes me think that you like getting fucked in this position." Reiner's warm body leaned against your back and one of his hands left your hip, wrapping itself around your throat and forcing you to make eye contact with him.

You were right — he was smiling like an idiot — a faint sheen of sweat laid on the skin of his face, small beads rolling down. From the lamp's light, you could see that he was flushed pink, similar to when he began to get alcohol into his system. Little did you know that he was pussy-drunk, obsessed in the way you squeezed down on his shaft with every thrust he did, trying so desperately to look like you weren't enjoying this when your body was saying otherwise.

"For someone that says that she hates me, you sure are taking me so well." He cooed, his teeth biting down on the corner of his lip.

"F-fuck you." You barely managed to say those words with his hand choking you but he finally let go, strands of hair falling into your face. Reiner chuckled to himself while placing his hand on the midst of your back, pushing you down until your chest was pressed against the bedding and your ass facing up.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Both of his hands resumed back onto the peaks of your hips and he started plunging his cock into you at an alarming rate. The unwavering pattern of wet slaps of skin-on-skin contact paired with the sounds of his heavy breathing and your short gasps started to make your head spin. Reiner's hands were squeezing your hips so tightly as he continued to ravage your drenched and dribbling hole, you were sure that his handprints left their mark behind.

It was animalistic and you could feel yourself slowly losing to the carnality of it all. In a matter of minutes without realizing it, you began to rock yourself back and forth to match up to his thrusts. Does it really matter anymore? Might as well enjoy it as much as you can.

"Hah— You wanna cum?" His hand slipped around, his fingers dawdling around your swollen clit, not quite putting pressure on it but enough to where it made you desperate.

You nodded quickly against the mattress and a sharp strike on your ass was given, your body jolting from the suddenness of it.

"Use your words." He teased and you swallowed your pride, tilting your head to the side.

"I wanna — ngh — I wanna c-cum." You mumbled quietly only to retrieve another strike to your ass, the flesh jiggling under his palm. His pace slowed back down, the pressure within you slowly fading away. No, no, no. You were almost there. You attempted to buck back on his cock in an urgent fashion but he held you still, frustration bubbling in your mind.

"Louder." His fingers traced over the welts and bruises on your skin, a shiver going down your spine. "Louder and I'll give you what you want."

You forgot that he was torturing you. This whole thing that he started was a punishment but the way his words and his light touches immediately went down to your cunt, you couldn't help but feel your body betray your mind. It felt too embarrassing to repeat until the fingers on your clit pressed down with more pressure and started to rapidly circle around the nub.

Why was he doing this? Part of you could care less, not when you could feel yourself getting close again. You moaned, grinding against his movements as if any apprehension that you once had before never existed in the first place. Close, you were getting so close once more and then he abruptly stopped, the pads of his fingertips slipping out from in-between your puffy lips.

You looked back at him with almost glassy eyes, a crushing disappointment bubbling in your throat. "W-what?! Why'd you stop?"

Reiner only smiled, as if he had done no harm. "What do you want again baby? I'm sorry, it slipped my mind."

Is... is he serious? No, he had to be joking. The cruel bastard was building you up, only to make you dissatisfied. Dissatisfied and wanting more. You bit the side of your tongue.

"I want you to make me cum." The familiar feeling of his hand hitting your ass again had your skin begin to throb, a pained cry escaping you. "P-Please."

"So polite are we?" You could feel the pads of his fingertips near your clit once more but his cock started to slip out of you, every slow inch of his veiny shaft sliding out of your walls left you breathless. He barely left the tip in you, mixed essences from the both of you beginning to slowly spill out and down your inner thighs. "But I didn't quite catch that."

From there, over and over, Reiner built you up towards your impending climax, only to pause when you were right about to burst. It was like he knew you were almost about to get there, as if he was some kind of prophet. His fingers were wet with slick and cum, and you were acutely aware of his cockhead tormentingly moving in and out of your hole with little to no movement.

Your body was trembling, not from the exhaustion anymore, and a complete haze of lust and desire sunk its claws deep into the crevices of your mind. How much longer would he play this game of his? You knew he was holding himself back, tormenting himself from the satisfaction he was seeking for the entire night. As his fingers slipped away from your swollen cunt for the umpteenth time in a row, all of a sudden, something inside you cracked.

"Reiner, please please I wanna cum. I-I need to cum. God, just fuck me already!" You cried out, grinding your lower half against his for any sort of stimulation in absolute delirium. Reiner felt your hand try to slip him back into you, but only resulting in his cock messily slipping through and clumsily bumping against your clit. You whined in mute anger but still rubbed yourself against the stiff shaft, making do with what you were given.

He was thrown off from how quickly you folded to his request, almost freezing at the sight. To see you in such an achingly frantic state was everything that he didn't know he needed. His poor, poor wife, maddened by the desire and pleasure. You missed out for years due to your pathetic vows to abstain from any sexual contact from him and now that you've gotten a taste, you became immediately addicted to the feeling. To him. How cruel it was for him to keep you away from his cock, his heart aching as tears begin to fall down your beautiful face. Oh how can he stay mad at you?

After all, he can never say no to his beloved wife.

As promised, he started putting more pressure as he rubbed your clit, sheathing his dick quickly inside of your hole. You've never felt such relief in your life, walls squeezing and welcoming his thickness in with every greedy plunge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk..." You mindlessly drawled out curses into the wrinkled sheets and he muttered jokingly about something about you being so foul-mouthed but who the hell cares? A smile grew on your face until you saw white stars, searingly coming undone once more around his shaft. You could feel his tip press against your cervix, your figure stiffening and jerking against him with every quick spasm. His heavy body leaned over against your back, mouth enveloping the crook of your neck and biting down as he came with you, hot spurts of cum filling up your womb even more.

Unlike the other three times you came this evening, this orgasm ripped through your body. You might as well have blacked out from the blinding ecstasy.

You could barely feel yourself be turned back around, eyes tiredly flickering over and looking at his face. You stared at him absently, mind slowly going back in time. There were times throughout your life from when you've known Reiner that you've thought that he was irrevocably handsome. Yes, you've once and had begun to always considered him as family as a soldier, but you couldn't fault yourself for looking at your friend — husband — as more than something from time to time when the two of you were younger.

He's always been there for you, had seen you at your worst moments and yet, yet... he was the one that stayed. When you've made numerous attempts at his life, when you've nearly died from a Titan and blood loss, when the two of you would get in trouble with the superiors in Paradis; over and over, Reiner would be there. No matter what, he's the constant in your life, be it by choice or not.

He was kissing down your neck, nipping at your skin, and leaving purple marks with every light kiss. His calloused hand brushed against one of your tits, palming and squeezing at the flesh before he dove in and began sucking at the hardened bud. Your breath hitched as you watched and felt him roll his tongue around your nipple, kneading the other one with his free hand.

Sucking your breasts seemed to leave him entranced, a heavy sigh leaving him as he started to grind himself against the area underneath you. In the weirdest way possible, it was almost memorizing watching him, softly moaning when he switched over to the other breast. This whole experience was making you crazy, maybe as insane as he is.

Reiner muttered something against your chest about milk coming in and how good the taste would be, quietly assessing your expression afterwards. There was a hint of indifference within your eyes but you couldn't muster up any more words to snap back to him, complete exhaustion weighing heavy on your slackened limbs. You could say the same about him, it seemed that he was barely running on anything as well but that damned determination in his eyes said otherwise.

You knew his goal. You knew that this wasn't the last time the two of you were going to do this until he reached it. Maybe even then, he wouldn't even stop there either. That's just who Reiner is, the stubborn man.

He reached over to brush the strands out of your sweaty face, the burning warmth of your cheeks connecting against his palms.

"I love you."

You didn't even realize that he had pulled out from before, but regardless of that, he still positioned himself above you to push his dick back in your dripping sore cunt again. His thighs had rested on top of yours and he began to push your legs back towards your chest, holding you open by his muscled arms. Though he towered over you, he positioned himself to face you, his hazel eyes lovingly staring down into yours.

"Say it back." He let out a quiet whimper as he pushed his sensitive cock back into you, your brain melting at the overstuffed feeling that it gave you once more. "Please."

The gentleness of the way he said it, even within your dazed mind, had your heart pounding.

"I love you." He stated again as he began to rut his thick cock into your used core. You could only breathlessly moan in response, feeling him even deeper than before. You've never realized how much burningly warm Reiner was when he's this close on top of you, his body almost swallowing yours. You watched as his face contorted in complete focus as he methodically rutted into you, his hefty balls slapping against your ass with every given thrust.

This was different, not like the other times in this long night. It was tender, cautious. It was as if he was afraid of breaking you, as if you were suddenly the most fragile thing in the world. For some unknown reason, this realization made your stomach flutter like nothing else before. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your face.

The two of you stared at each other quietly, lips parted and steadily heaving. Without the fuel of your hatred, all you could think of was how lovely he looked like this, as if he belonged in this position above you.

You moved and pushed yourself upwards, willingly kissing him for the first time in years. You lost yourself to the feeling of his lips on yours, all the while as his cock continued to spear your hole. Unlike him for most of the night, he stiffened and stilled, hesitantly kissing you back in return. The confirmation that he desperately sought for years, this was more than enough for him. His thrusts picked back up and became more steadier in pace, taking his time in pleasing the two of you.

He pulled away from your swollen lips for air, his breath shuddering as your aching walls quivered around him. Your hands cupped his face, quietly begging him to give you one more orgasm. One more but you’re so spent and sensitive, unsure if you had another one in you. You had to, for him.

"C-cumming, 'm cum—!"

You wordlessly cried out from another body-wracking orgasm, legs wrapping around his waist tightly and pulling him in even deeper than humanly possible. Your body became so pliable underneath him and without skipping a beat, he began to slam himself harder into you, the squelch of his cock jutting into you becoming louder by the second. To impregnate you with his child, that would be his final parting gift to you when he gives up his Titan. He had to reach his goal, hell, he might've already from the first time he got into your pussy.

There was always a however. Even then when he unfortunately leaves you alone with his kid, what Reiner wanted the most in the entire world was to hear you say that you loved him. Not in the fake way that you did for the past three years, but as your true self. The one that he had completely exposed tonight and the one he fell in love with ever since that fateful sparring day.

"Please Y/N, say it back." He panted and you tiredly shook your head, biting at your bottom lip. "I need you to say it out loud."

"I... I-I can't. Reiner, I just ca— HMPH!" He quickly silenced you with another kiss, rejecting the notion.

Why? Why? Why? Why can't you? It didn't make sense nor did it settle well in his stomach. Of course there were things that you could never forgive him for, he was dangerously flawed for the most part but somehow, in some way, he wanted you to see him as redeeming. If you can't, then how can he live with the burden of everything he's done?

Reiner suddenly removed his lips from yours again, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closed tightly shut as he worked towards his final orgasm. His movements were becoming more erratic until his lower half stilled and once more, you could feel his hot cum spill into your womb, occasionally rutting to push the liquid impossibly deeper. His grunts were broken and airy, as if he had been finally emptied of everything in him.

The two of you were quiet despite the heavy breathing that was unevenly shared. A few minutes later, he slowly started to slide his softened cock out of your achingly raw pussy.

You laid there, used and tired. Reiner didn't move from on top of you and you almost knocked out before small, warm splatters made contact against your chest. You reopened your eyes to see him crying over your body, his lip quivering and his body shaking.

"Why are you...?" You began with a hoarse voice, attempting to sit up.

"Five years."

"What?"

"I have five years left," For some reason, your blood ran cold and your heart sank down to your stomach. "It's a Titan inheritor thing. Whoever receives any of the Nine Titans has thirteen years to live."

Reiner looked at you, trying to wipe away his tears with a short laugh. "I know you won't forgive me, I wouldn't either. I'm just another devil that couldn't keep his hands or eyes to himself, and I'm a shameless traitor for bringing you here but Y/N..."

His hand reached over and caressed your cheek slowly, just like he did when he brought you over to Marley. "I really do love you. No matter what, my very heart and soul belongs to you. Do what you want to me but nothing — nothing — about how I feel towards you will ever change."

Tears of your own started to trail down your cheeks, your head shaking slowly. Why were you crying? Isn't that what you wanted? It's strange, feeling this new moderation towards him. No matter how much you pushed him away or attempted to kill him, he took the pain. Was it because he knew how little time he had left? Yet on the same side of the coin, was he lying in order for you to feel bad about his situation?

You don't know. For the first time, you've never felt so unsure of yourself. It should be final, you should've only felt complete hate for this man but...

"Say something, anything." Reiner put his hands on your shoulders, his grip tightening as he shakily spoke.

"Hit me, choke me, spit at me. I'm a selfish monster, I ruined everything for you."

Fear. You've seen such an expression on his face before, when you knocked him out with the pills and when he almost lost you to that Titan. Yet something about this face of his made you feel indifferent, guilty even. You realize now that it wasn't a suitable look for him.

"Yeah, you did ruin everything." You quietly replied, completely sitting yourself up and moving towards him cautiously.

"My home, my family, my dreams of becoming a proud soldier in the Survey Corps. All of those things, you took them away from me." Taking his head into your hands, you started to wipe the tears away from his face. He looked stunned as you began to slowly climb on top of him, your dripping pussy rubbing steadily against his partially-hard cock, belly half swollen with his cum.

"Maybe I still hate you for that Reiner and I'll spit on your grave when it comes to it, but there's one thing I can't deny." You airily giggled as you lined yourself up once his cock hardened.

"I love the way you fuck me."

His knuckles turned white as you lowered yourself down, completely sheathing him inside you. His face softened in pleasure as you began to ride him; ah yes, this is what you liked to see. Your legs were shaking like no other but the pleased smile you had on your face was unwavering.

"If you make me cum enough times, I might just say that I love you too."

Reiner's hands immediately latched onto your bruised hips, a similar grin growing on his face. He's got you right where he wanted you. You may think you had always had the upper hand till now, but he's not stupid. Getting you addicted to the feeling of his cock was the first step, next was you getting comfortable with the idea of having his kids. Well, you could already be halfway there from the way you were slamming your hips down into his.

He buried his face into your neck, his canines dragging against the marked skin as you bounced yourself on his length. Though what he said about his short lifespan was true, he'll spend it fucking you stupid, until you can really mean your 'I love you's'.

The devil he couldn't resist from the land of hell. You were his and he was yours.

Forever and more, till the end of time.

[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger Masterlist Previous Part Next Part

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Chapter 12: mirrorball

Tinsel, lights, bows, fake snow, wreaths, ornaments, and trees as far as the eye could see filled the White House and its grounds. You'd gone over holiday decorating plans until you were blue in the face. You never knew decking the halls of the White House could be so stressful. You'd chosen a traditional Christmas decor style with lots of reds and greens and golds. It was classic, with a touch of modern thanks to some LED lights and some sustainably sourced pines and firs.

Everything looked beautiful. It was perfect—it had to be. Because if it wasn't, you were sure that would be the first thing your parents would say.

You always had a love-hate relationship with the holidays. You'd hoped that you and Bradley would be able to spend a quiet Christmas Eve together in pjs, but he insisted that your parents come for a Christmas dinner along with his godfather Maverick and his wife Penny. Jake and Jaycee were also joining you because neither of their families could get a flight out in time.

You paced nervously as you went over your mental checklist one more time. Everything had to be perfect.

You took extra care with getting ready for dinner. It was semi-formal, and your parents wouldn't expect anything less.

You were wearinging a maroon dress with cap sleeves and lace detailed bodice. The dress was tea length with an a-line skirt that slightly flared. You paired it with a classic black pump and your signature low bun. The diamonds Rooster and given you this year accented the dress. You also opted to layer the pearl necklace your parents had given you as a wedding present with your pendant. You weren't fond of pearls, but you knew if you didn't wear it, you'd never hear the end of it.

Bradley could tell you were nervous. When he really thinks about it, he's never seen you like this. Your parents were always a touchy subject. The handful of times he'd met them, they seemed to be focused on your flaws rather than your accomplishments. He's pretty sure the only time he's ever heard them say they were proud of you was at the wedding.

You were touching your makeup up in the mirror when he came behind you to give you a reassuring hug. "It's going to be fine. It won't be just them there." He tried to remind you as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Everything has to be perfect." You tell him. "It's okay if it isn't." He says. "No, it isn't. Not all of us had the supportive parental figure growing up Bradley. My parents only really cared when I started getting into debate and politics. And even then, they were only interested if I was winning. Because a win was the only thing they could show off. A shiny, perfect, victorious daughter, that's what they wanted, so that's what I became. That's what I still have to be. That's the only way they'll notice me. That's the only way they'll love me." You whispered the last part before wiping away a stray tear.

"Please make sure Maverick doesn't say anything deeply offensive to my father tonight about Admiral Cain's drone program. My father is on the committee for it. I've already warned him about it as well." You say, changing from doom and gloom to perky at the drop of a hat. It gives Bradley whiplash sometimes when he sees just how fast you can turn your emotions on and off.

"I've already told him, but you know Maverick. He's five foot seven inches of unpredictable rage. I'm sure Penny will keep him under control." Bradley laughs. You roll your eyes before lacing your hands with his. "Let's get this show on the road."

You stood neverously in the foyer, waiting for everyone to arrive. Maverick and Penny got there first, both greeting you with warm hugs and a smile. Jake and Jaycee tumbled in not long after them. Jaycee whispered some words of encouragement as she hugged you. Last to arrive where your parents. Senator and Congressman Wiseman. They weren't late per say, but they made sure to arrive late enough so that their entrance would be noticed.

"Mother, Father, Merry Christmas." You greeted them. "Hello, darling." Your mother greeted you with a quick hug. Your father was bit warmer, but still cold. "Mr. President! So good to see you. How's my favorite son in law!" Your mother beamed as she went to hug Bradley. Bradley responded that both of you were doing well as he shook your father's hand.

Before dinner, you decided to give your guests a private tour of the decorations. "They're a bit dated, dear, don't you think?" Your mother critiqued you. Your shoulders slumped at her comment. "I think they look wonderful, Y/N. They're traditional and elegant." Maverick quickly commented. You whispered a thank you to him.

By the time the tour was over, your parents had picked apart the decor you had chosen, commented on the fact that you hadn't offered to let them stay the night, and criticized the last event you'd hosted for your social cause. Your father also kept trying to talk shop with Bradley, even though you kept reminding him that this wasn't a business dinner but a family celebration.

Thankfully, dinner was served quickly after, and soon everyone was eating and having pleasant conversations. You silently picked at your chicken while listening to what was being said, quickly butting in if something was about to get too heated.

You really thought you were home free by the time dessert was being served—boy were you wrong.

Somehow, the topic of your marriage came up, and your mother asked that faithful question, "When are the two of you going to have children? I've read several articles about how people would love to see a White House filled with babies again, like back in the Kennedy era."

"Mother, Bradley, and I have barely been married a year. We'll have kids when the time is right." You tell her. "Well, honey, you're thirty-one. You aren't getting any younger." She tells you as she spears a berry from her cake.

"We still have plenty of time to have children. We don't want to rush into anything that we aren't ready for." You tell her politely. Bradley can feel you tense up beside him. He places his hand on your thigh and rubs circles with his thumb to try and calm you down.

"I know you think you have time, dear, but it's your job as the First Lady, especially a young First Lady, to give the world some presidential babies." She states. "I know you think you have a career to focus on, but your time in the campaigning and staffer world is over. You're never going to be able to work, if that's what you want to call what you were doing before, in politics again after Bradley's second term is up. No one is going to take a former First Lady seriously."

Anger thrums through your body. Your leg is shaking, you have a death grip on your fork, and tears prick your eyes. Bradley turns to you to speak, but you cut him off.

"That's enough, Mother." You say. You take a deep breath and meet her eyes across the table. She narrows hers at you, as if she's daring you to say something else. "I'm never going to be good enough for you, am I?" You ask her. "What?" She looks at you with feigned confusion.

"No matter what I do, what I wear, what I say, what I accomplish, it's still not going to be enough." You tell her. "I win first place in the school debate. You tell me that if I worked harder, I could have won the state one. I graduate at the top of my class in high school? You told me that I should have had a perfect GPA. I land a killer internship in college, and you say that I shouldn't be working for a representative from such a small state. I get a no-name independent elected to the presidency, and you think the best thing I've done with that is marry him! And then even that isn't good enough now, either! I've spent my entire life being a mirrorball, trying to keep your attention for even a fraction of a second because you and dad always put everything else before me! I've tried my whole life to be good enough for you, and it still isn't enough! So, like I said, no matter what I do, you'll never be satisfied. You'll never be proud of me. You'll never really love me." With that last comment, your nerve breaks, and the tears fall. You quickly excuse yourself from dinner and run out of the room. Bradley moves to follow you, but Jaycee beats him.

He turns back to the remaining people at the table who are looking at him with wide eyes.

"I can't believe she just said that! Ted, can you believe how your daughter just spoke to me?!" Your mother gasps.

Bradley takes a deep breath and collects himself.

"Congressman and Senator Wiseman, I think you should leave. He tells them.

"Excuse me?" Your father says.

"I said I think the two of you should leave. You've both overstayed your welcome." Bradley says calmly. "You're kicking us out because Y/N is so sensitive? How rude of you." Your mother tells him.

"The only person who has been rude this evening is you, Senator." Bradley states. Your mother scoffs at him and then darts her eyes across the room to the other patrons still seated at the table. None of them speak up to defend her.

"I was only telling her the truth. Y/N has never been good at handling it." She doubles down on her comments.

"The truth? You think that was the truth?" Bradley begins to raise his voice. "No, let me tell you what the truth is." He states through gritted teeth.

"Y/N has worked harder than any other campaign manager or Chief of Staff that I have ever known. She put her whole heart into my campaign because she believed in me. She quite literally almost lost her life for my presidency. Speaking of? Where were you when someone tried to murder her? Did you even call her to see if she was okay? The night of the election, you sent her a text congratulating her, a text message! You didn't even have the decency to call her and tell her how proud you were of her accomplishment. Are you even proud of her for what she did? Because I am! And all evening, you've sat on your high horse and picked her apart bit by bit, and I'm sick of it! So you can get your things and leave. Dante will show you to the door." Bradley tells them as he exhales deeply.

"Mr. President, you can't talk to us like that. Ted, are you going to let him speak to us like that?!" Your mother asks him.

"Right now, I'm not the president, Cynthia. I'm simply a husband who is furious about how his wife has been treated this evening." Bradley states as he stands up to lean over the table.

"But as the president, I'm telling you right now that if you ever speak to her like that again, or treat her like she is some prized show pony, I guarantee that you will never see another bill that you propose get passed, I will cut off your committee funding, and I will personally endorse and campaign for whom ever runs against you in your next election. Do you understand?" Bradley says with venom in his voice.

Your parents shake their heads before being escorted out. He sits back down and shakes his head before looking at the three people who are still at the table.

"I'm sorry. I—" He waves his hands, not sure what to say. "It's fine, Bradley. You said what needed to be said. Now go check on your girl. Jake can help us from here." Maverick says as he parts Bradley on the shoulder before he leaves the dining room.

Bradley knocked on the door before entering. You were lying on the bed whimpering as Jaycee stroked your shoulder to try and soothe you. "Babe, Bradley is here, I'm going to give you two some space." Jaycee quietly whispered to you before getting up to leave.

You sat up when Bradley joined you on the bed.

"I'm sorry." You sniffled as you tried to wipe your mascara stained cheeks. "I'm sorry that I ruined the evening, I shouldn't have said those things. I know I probably embarrassed you and everyone else. My parents are going to hate me now. Everyone else out there probably hates me." You rambled tearfully as Bradley pulled you to his chest to hug you.

"It's just my mom—she kept on picking and poking and it my anxiety just kept building and building, and—" Your body starts to tremble as your breathing becomes labored. "The weight of it—its just so much to bear, and I—I can't breathe." You pant out. Your hand flies to your throat as you desperately attempt to unclasp the strand of pearls from your neck. They're a physical reminder of the grip your parents have on you.

"Bradley—I can't breathe—I —I" He sees the panic written all over your face. He's trying to help you, but you're shaking and fighting the necklace, and he can't get a grip on the clasp. Before he can do anything else, you pull at the strand and rip it off. Dozens of white orbs fly off the string and clatter unceremoniously to the floor. You let out a long exhale before slouching onto him. You grab the oval pendant you're still wearing and run your thumb and index finger over it as you calm down. Bradley sits there silently with you.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He tells you after a few minutes. You look up at him. Your eyes are still bleary from the tears you've shed. "I mean it. They were awful to you, and I should have said something sooner. If anyone should apologize, it's me." He tells you.

You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off. "Right after you left, I kicked them out and told them how horrible they were to you. I also made sure that they know if they even treat you like that again, at least while I'm president, it will be the end of both of their careers." He tells you proudly.

Fresh tears spring to your eyes. "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you." You sob over and over again as you bury your head into his chest.

"I love you, Y/N. I'd do anything in this world for you. I mean it." Bradley tells you as he kisses the top of your hair. "Love you too." You tell him. Your words come out muffled from how hard you face is pressed up against him.

"If you're feeling up to it, we still have presents to open with Mav and Penny and Jake and Jaycee." He says. You smile. "I'd like that." You tell him. "Good, but first, we need to change." He states with a twinkle in his eye. He hands you a box to unwrap, and you smile when you see what's inside.

Twenty minutes later, the six of you are curled up on couches with mugs of coca and piles of wrapping paper. You can't remember the last time you smiled at Christmas or smiled this much in general, but you know, as long as Bradley is around, you were going to be happy.

Loves, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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[milkywaydrabbles]

You can make the fluffy list into the prompt 26 -Is that... "Is that a dog? and I thought of Alucard reacting or saying that when I saw him arriving at the castle with a dog, I'm sorry, I love dogs and I thought Alucard would say that and I'm sorry if I don't understand, English is not my language.

A/N: Hi honey it's okay that English isn't your first language! Thank you for the ask! I hope this is okay, I tried my best with the prompt but it felt somewhat difficult for me with this one? It's on the shorter side ): But I hope it brings a smile to your face anyways!

"Is that...Is that a dog?" x Alucard

“Darling...”

“Adrian, wait--”

“Is that..”

“Light of my life, reason I breathe, please let me just”

“Is that a dog?”

Bark!

You sighed,looking over at the small fluffy pup that you had smuggled into the castle earlier that day. A smile crossed your face when the little baby licked at your hand, tail wagging. “Yes, baby, it’s a dog. It’s our dog!” Alucard furrowed his brows, looking at the ‘thing’ like it personally insulted him. “I don’t remember getting a dog.” He mumbled, seemingly annoyed. But then he looked at you, and god he could melt at how smiley and happy you were with the puppy. How on Earth could he ever be mad at something that brought you so much joy--

Bark!

Right. That. “I know you’re not very fond of dogs,” You started, pout already evident in your tone. (He was such a cat person and you knew it) “But he’s so sweet, and he was all alone in the forest scared and defenseless--I couldn’t just leave him there!” You were such a thoughtful and caring person, of course you’d bring in a scared little animal. Alucard would simply...have to learn to deal with it.

Over the course of the next few days, it felt as if both boys in the house were vying for your attention, Alucard more than ever before. If the puppy was in your lap and taking up too much of your attention, Alucard would scowl and scoot you closer to him. The pup would growl at him, nosing his way into your shirt for a nap. The offense Alucard would take. You couldn’t help but laugh at first, because why on earth would he be ready to fist fight a puppy over something so silly? “Adrian, honey, please. He’s just a baby.” “What about me?” You cackled. “You’re my baby too!” You would appease your lover with a kiss, running your fingers through his hair and scratching at his head (god he really was a cat person, personality and all). “What if I let you name him, hm? Would you feel closer to him?”

Alucard thought for a moment, before smirking. “Fine. Treffy.”

“Adrian Tepes, we are not naming our dog that!”

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Tomorrow x Together react to not being your bias

my goodness this could be so entertaining to see these boys are so goofy, I love them!

hope yall enjoy!

all the love ~ lunar

Soobin: 

Soobin would freeze in shock when you tell him that he’s not your bias

Eyes practically popping out of his head like he just heard a nun cussing

I honestly think he would be speechless and wouldn’t really know how to react

He wouldn’t really take it personally, but he would start to question things

His mind would be overthinking everything that has happened between you two

He would wonder why you are with him instead of your bias in the group

Please reassure him, he might cry if you let him think on it too long

Once he knows that you are with him because you love him for him, he will start to calm down again, and won’t think much about it after that

However, he might tease you with this knowledge that he has

Until you give him the “stfu” look, and he stops immediately

In all honesty, he wouldn’t be too offended by it, because he knows that you are his, and he trusts that you are with him because you love him

Yeonjun:

Looks at you as if you just committed a felony

How dare you have a different bias than him???

His look is a combination of personal offense, and shock

Will become pouty when he hears that he isn't your bias

Won't show you affection the way that he normally does, but also won’t push away your affection either

Will say things like “why don't you go talk to Beomgyu, since he's your bias”

Not that he's insecure or anything, he just needs to be a little dramatic about the situation

Knows deep down that you are his and only his

Though you might want to reassure him anyways so he stops being dramatic

Overall, he might be a little bitter, but deep down he knows that you are his, and that you want to be with him and only him

Beomgyu:

This man is a whole different breed already, he would be so offended

Looks at you is if you just tore his heart out of his chest

“I'm not your bias? Who am I to you then? Jeez you think you know someone.” 

Proceeds to pout even if you tell him that it doesn't matter and that he is the only one you have eyes for

Might even leave the room, if he does and you don't follow, he'll come back but he's even more pouty than he was before

Its as if the world is about to end “stuck down by my own girlfriend”

Keeps the joke going so long that he actually becomes insecure 

Please reassure him, he just wants to be the one to treat you right :(

Same as Yeonjun, he wouldn't cuddle up to you, but he wouldn't push you away either

“Change your bias, I'm your bias, I am your boyfriend after all.” sometimes it's hard to tell if he's being dramatic or if he's actually worried about it

Again, he's gonna need lots of reassurance, maybe some cuddles, and his favorite sweets before he's back to normal

Overall, he's gonna be upset about it, but he won't tell you that he's overthinking, poor baby’s gonna need cuddle and kiss therapy for a week

Taehyun:

Unbothered King

Wouldn't even think twice about him not being your bias

If you were looking for a reaction from him, you wont get one

So calm about the whole thing, you might think he didn't even hear you lmao

He knows that you are with him for a reason, and he is confident that he can treat you better than anyone else could

He is confident with the relationship that you two have, so why would he worry

If you didn't want to be with him you wouldn't be, but you are so he's not stressed about anything

Other than Beomgyu screaming about something from the other room

When it comes to you, he knows that he can fully trust you, and he knows that you love him, a true King

Huening Kai:

Honestly Hyuka will probably think its cute, or he would agree with you

“Oh Soobin is your bias? Me too!”

Would probably get your bias to sign one of the photo cards you have

Thinks its cute, though he would probably also be a little sad that it's not him

Wouldn't overthink it though

More similar to Taehyun, he knows you are with him, and that he is yours

But he might tease you as well for having someone else be your bias

Another unbothered king for the most part

His teasing would have you flustered, which he thinks is the cutest thing ever

He in general just thinks that you are the cutest thing ever, so if having one of the other boys as your bias makes you giggle, hes okay with it

He just wants to see you happy, even if he is a little sad, he won't let it affect him too much

[macsimagines]

Ahhh you write for them wonderfully? You’ve gone above and beyond my expectations and I appreciate all you’ve done ♡

I hope that you’re not too busy and that I’m not pestering you too much; may i request the same Yan! Shin/Izana/Ran trio stalking their darling throughout the city on their day off? Like them following and observing as their s/o runs errands, goes to appointments, etc?

Thank you for the love and thank you for your patience with me. Ive really enjoyed writing your requests

Yandere!Shinichiro

Was devastated when you told him he couldn't go with you. "My bad Boo, but you're too distracting and I really need to get these errands done today."

He took such great offense to that. What's so distracting about constantly having a hand on your ass and his tongue in your mouth- ok. Maybe he can be a smidge attention diverting...

But its ok! He can still be with you, just in a far off corner where you can't see him. Its almost nostalgic, it's just like back in high school before you two were dating.

Loves the way you're doing your errands though. Look at his baby go, being all domestic at the grocery store. Takes pictures on his phone because its just too cute the way you read all the store labels.

You end up catching him in the frozen foods section. "Hey there, sweet thang... Come here often?" Cheesy pick up lines and his stalking aside, at least he's cute right?

Yandere!Izana

What in the hell? You chew his ear off about how you never get to spend time together and how he always blows you off and now that he finally has a day set aside for you, you can't even spare him a second?

"Sorry baby, I've got a really important appointment today and I can't miss it." "Are you shittin' me? An appointment for what?" "....hair."

You must think you're real slick if you honestly believe that he'll fall for a lie like that. He knew this was gong to happen. Obviously you're planning on leaving him.

Like he'll let you walk away, its his own fault, as if you can leave him alive, he should've paid more attention to you, you're not going anywhere but in a fucking body bag, please don't go.

He follows you, he wants to catch you in the act. Did you meet someone new? Are you trying to just dip out of town while his guard is down?

Izana does catch you. At an appointment. At a maternity clinic. So you did lie, but this is a whole other monster than what he was ready for. Could this mean...

Waits outside for an hour and can't even enjoy the shocked look on your face. All he wants are answers.

"Well, Y/N?" With shaky hands and tears in your eyes you hand him a picture of an ultrasound. He can barely make out the tiny blob in the photo but suddenly he knows why you were so moody and trying to blow him off.

"I'm sor-!" Izana isn't one for PDA, but before you can get even a single apology out he's embracing you in a tight hug. This is the best possible outcome.

Yandere!Ran

Well ain't this a bitch? He wakes up at the crack of dawn, 12pm, and you've already left the apartment? Only leaving a note; Enjoy your day off baby! Running errands, be back 2nite!

Bullshit! He took the day off for you, and to sleep like the dead, but mostly for you! Ran had actually planned to take you out shopping then drop by that nice restaurant you like so much for dinner.

This will not stand. Using the app he had installed on your phone, he bought it and pays the bill he can put whatever he wants on it, he tracks your location all the way to the market.

He's going to surprise you and drag you home. You can't just take off like that. Who is he supposed to spoon when you're gone? His pillow? Pathetic.

But then he sees you. So cute in your skirt and sweater, holding a basket of all that fresh produce he knows use when you make him his food. You take such good care of him.

Ran really does want to be mad but how can he when you're just an angel....

When he finally confronts you he does try hard to front like he's mad. "You could've woken me up..." he pouts. You just pat him on the head. "Big baby. Want to help me pick out some fruit? I'm thinking of making a parfait for dessert?"

[mikelogan]

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When I first started making gifs again last year, I didn't really know about whitewashing. It was a concept I'd definitely heard of and I knew what it was, but I didn't think about it in the context of gifmaking. Since becoming part of a couple gifmaking networks and starting my own resource blog, it's something that I am now very conscious of. I will periodically ask for opinions on my coloring when people of color are in the gifs and I've learned so much from doing so! I genuinely cannot recommend networks like PSCentral and LGBTQCreators enough. Everyone is so kind and helpful and being part of them has only served to better my gifmaking.

I have always liked to give people the benefit of the doubt and believe the best of them until I'm proven otherwise. I know not everyone feels this way, but especially since my personal experience was borne out of ignorance rather than malice. When I see colorwashed gifs, I want to believe (or hope) that OP just isn't aware, the same as I was. But ignorance also isn't an excuse. If someone points out to you that your coloring has whitewashed or otherwise colorwashed a person of color, you should take that and adjust your coloring as necessary, removing the original post. The resources listed above have been instrumental in helping me keep skintones realistic and true to life. There are, I'm sure, many more tutorials out there that discuss this topic. It is on you to take the initiative to learn, not on the person educating you. If being told you've white/colorwashed someone makes you angry, I would urge you to ask yourself why.

As always, please be kind to one another.

[scienceoftheidiot]

"LET EDWARD SAY FUCK!",

I read in people's tags, often.

And it bugs me every time. Because, in the French translation of the manga, EVERYONE more or less says fuck or something equivalent.

I'll make a specific post maybe one day if I end up documenting those instance for other characters, but this week I saw this post by @manga-and-stuff (I hope you don't mind me using parts of your pics! Tell me if you want me to take them down) and it struck me. Because I know this scene by heart. And I knew French Hughes sounded a LOT MORE pissed and scared than English Hughes, to me. And no, it's not a matter of native/non native language, I consider myself good enough with English to be over this kind of things.

Let's have a look.

What striked me first and lead to me investingating this are the censoring symbols. I KNEW they weren't there in French, and I was curious. Was he really swearing? So I went to look in my manga (Perfect Edition).

Hughes literally says "you are breaking my [balls]" in French. [Balls], because he's using a kids-friendly euphemism ("bonbons"= candies; this is such a kids friendly one that one of the Rugrats characters is called "Casse-bonbons" in French, but I digress).

Thanks to my partner in crime @qs63, we could compare this to the Japanese version

Disclaimer : I don't speak Japanese, so I'm relying on @qs63's knowledge, but if you have corrections to make please tell us in comments !!

So, anyway. It seems Japanese Hughes uses the word "mendokusai", which is an expression of annoyance, not very slang-y but not necessarily very nice. But not worth censoring ! In this way, the French choice to use mild/childish slang there is I think closer to the original.

Other thing in these panels, the different levels of speech used by English and French Hughes. French has more flexibility regarding levels/formality in language, which I think I have already touched upon. When in English you have "Hurry up!", in French you have an entirely different word from the littéral translation of this ("dépêchez vous"), with "grouillez vous", which is familiar/slang speech, but isn't really that vulgar (it's not like "Hurry the fuck up", but that's a word you'd use when you're very pissed and in a real hurry).

And last but not least.

Hughes's last word(s).

English : "oh my god"

French : "bordel"

lit. : "brothel", which is here used as "fuck" or "shit" - I would argue "bordel" is stronger than those, but I don't know if other French people would think the same. I use it often, but I'm known for my foul mouth.

Japanese : 糞くそ垂たれ • (kusotare) (alternative reading hiragana くそったれ, rōmaji kusottare)(rude) a dingleberry (a clump of feces hanging near the anus)

(vulgar, derogatory) a dingleberry, an asshole, a shithead (used as an insult)

(vulgar) shit, fuck, goddammit

(using what you've given me, @qs63 thank you so much)

All this to say : Hughes is canonically saying fuck as his last word, and English translation has decided to censor it, and I think this is sad. This feels almost like a different character when I read the English and French side to side, and I wonder how it is for Roy, who has a very distinctive way to chose his words in French (either too formal or too informal/slang-y for what he's currently saying), and I know he uses a weird honorific for himself in Japanese (watashi, formal I, when most of his speech is informal, which makes for an odd combination, and might be there to signal he thinks highly of himself).

(Once again notice how French has it easier to translate this because of our more formal/informal variations)

Let Edward say fuck? Let everyone say fuck and stay closest as you can to the original writing, PLEASE !

(no offense to translators, you know I love you friends. I'm convinced this is not the will of the translator, but rather the will of the publisher, as US stuff is a lot more sanitized, especially in things they deem "for children". At least that's how it seems from this side of the Atlantic.)

Here you go. Please add to this if you want !!! I'd love to know about more translations or if you have some insight to add about the Japanese part !

[theangelcatalogue]

❝ If you don't shut your mouth, I'ma shut it for you! ❞ ― YANDERE MISCHA BACHINSKI HEADCANONS

→ RIDE THE CYCLONE

→ ROMANTIC

→ GENDER NEUTRAL

→ TW: MURDER, PROTECTIVE BEHAVIOR, THREAT, POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, CLINGY BEHAVIOR, TOXIC BEHAVIOR, DELUSIONAL BEHAVIOR, KIDNAPPING/KIDNAP MENTION, BULLYING/BULLYING MENTIONS, FIGHTS/FIGHTING MENTION, BLOOD, VIOLENCE/VIOLENCE MENTIONS, SENSITIVE TOPICS, BAD GRAMMAR, BAD ENGLISH AND MADE BY A MINOR! IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE! PLEASE TELL IF I FORGOT SOMETHING AND ENJOY(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ !

───── ❝ NON-CYCLONE/ALIVE AU ❞ ─────

❝ Hit ya (hit ya) with the (with the) punk (punk) tactics! ❞

★ → Mischa Bachinski, the angriest boy in town, that's a damn of reputation, i mean, he has his motives right? His mom died of uranium exposition, just to be adopted by a couple in Uranium, and also have a shit home life in his adoptive house! This is how he became the angriest boy in town!

★ → But a thing is, when he falls, he falls hard, like, really.

★ → You are probably part of the choir too, and the fact a person didn't care about the rumors or his reputation, you just talked with him, so yeah, after meeting you and when he started to interact with you more, he fell for you! (Really and hard.)

★ → If you ever find a love letter or lyrics in your locker, it was him! Of course, he doesn't sign, he will leave them anonymous, and when you tell him about the letters, how you never excepted to have a secret admirer or something like that, you say that they are really pretty and well written, he is happy internally!

★ → He's very obsessive, thinks and talks about you 24/7, he even has some photos of you in his phone (Some of the photos he may or may not been taken some without you knowing)...

★ → He's also very protective of you, are you being bullied? The next day, the bully is too scared to even look at you, a guy is making you uncomfortable? The guy is beaten up, anyone who does any bad to you are screwed! You are the only one that calms him down.

★ → He has some nicknames for you, maybe some variation of your name, but some of them are in Ukrainian, you don't understand them and just hopes they aren't something offensive (They aren't, he would never say anything bad about you)

- Моя любов (Moya lyubov) - My love - Дорогий( Dorohyy) - My dear - Мій божественний (Miy bozhestvennyy) - My divine

(I used Google in this part! Please tell me if i got something wrong!)

★ → As i said, anyone who does any bad to you are screwed, right? But what do i mean by that? Well, Mischa won't let it slide, threats, violence, even murder? He will use it! He has to protect you, he won't let anyone hurt you, mentally, emotionally or physically, Mischa will make sure you are safe, of course if he murders anyone, he won't let people know, he isn't dumb (YOU HEARD IT RTC FANDOM??)

★ → His thoughts can be delusional sometimes, he already at some point thought of you two wedding, his dream is to have a traditional wedding in Ukraine, he wants you both to visit his hometown, it would be amazing. (He already made his vows. Just warning you.)

★ → Now you ask me, how is he going to confess? Well, probably going to tell you face to face, he means every word he says, he has a way with the words. (Please, we all know that, i mean, you listened to Talia??)

★ → After you two started dating, he is 10 times worst!! Really...like, really.

★ → He is more protective, more obssesive, more jealous, he sends you more messages that he sends you before, if this is possible, because he texts you 24/7.

★ → He already made threats to anyone that thought of confess to you, if he discovers, did he already killed them? Possibly...

★ → If you ever discover any of this and confront him, he would be confused! He did this for you, he loves you! Can't you see, he has a reason! That reason is you!

★ → It could come to a point where he would lock you in the basement with him, he would do this when his adoptive parents aren't home, they don't check the basement no matter what, he would take good care of you.

★ → He would never hurt you. But he would do anything to keep you with him, he would do anything.

★ → Anything.

★- HIT YA WITH THE PUNK TACTICS!

★ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MISCHA!! :D

★ FIRST RTC HEADCANON LET'S GOOOO

★ The brainrot is real guys.

★ HOW ARE U GUYS?? I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS!! :3

[shadowtriovibes]

Hi, could we get some slightly suggestive fluff where Ominis can’t help but think “what a terrible day to be blind” regarding being told MC looks good? Maybe teasing from Sebastian! Thank you! Love your writing!

hello lovely anon!! i will confess, as much as i adore writing ominis, sometimes i get nervous when it comes to writing about his blindness because i don’t have experience being blind and i would never want to write something offensive or insensitive.

but i truly don’t think this drabble is that! this word dump is just to say that if i ever come at being blind from an inappropriate place, i hope someone does me the favor of letting me know 💕 anyway here’s your fic! thank you for the request and your kind words!!

(also this turned into shadow trio because i couldn’t resist 😇)

only bought this dress so you could take it off

Ominis smirks and mumbles, “You must look lovely if even Sebastian has no words." "Oh, I have plenty," Sebastian counters. "'Ravishing' is a start." "Stop, you menace," you mumble, gently smacking his shoulder with an appreciative smile. "What a terrible day to be blind," Ominis jokes, but Sebastian notices the way he self-consciously rubs the back of his neck and wonders if maybe he isn't truly joking.

“Remind me again how you convinced your parents to let you stay for the holidays?” Sebastian asks, nudging his shoulder against Ominis as the two boys lingered outside the Ravenclaw common room.

Ominis sighs. “Truthfully, I think they’re more pleased about the arrangement than I am.”

Sebastian snorts – he’s probably right.

“They’ve invited a cadre of Ministry officials to Christmas Eve,” he continues. “It’s probably best if I’m not there to argue against their lobbying efforts.”

“What is it this time, ‘we should be able to torture Muggles’ or ‘Muggle-borns shouldn’t be at Hogwarts?’” Sebastian drawls.

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” Ominis sniffs. “Though I’m sure Marvolo will have an entire treatise to present.”

“Ah, the golden child,” Sebastian laughs darkly.

“In any case, I suppose the two of you will have to endure me gatecrashing your holidays,” Ominis says, grinning ruefully. “Thank you, really.”

“Are you joking? You’re always welcome,” Sebastian insists. “Though I suppose if she doesn’t come downstairs soon, it might just be you and me at the feast.”

“Merlin, I’m only five minutes late,” you call out from the top of the stairs, and Sebastian first sees your feet and then the skirts of your dress as you start to climb down.

Ominis had readily agreed to wait with Sebastian to walk you to Hogwarts’ Christmas Eve feast, figuring that it was the chivalrous thing to do – not to mention that he had grown to sincerely enjoy your company. You were as much his best friend as Sebastian was by your seventh year, and even though you and Sebastian had made things official shortly after the school year began, he had never felt excluded.

That is, until this very moment.

Sebastian falls silent, which is a rare instance in itself. Ominis hears you as you make your way down the stairs, coming to a stop in front of the both of you.

“Well?” you ask brightly. “How do I look?”

The Christmas Eve feast is more formal than a regular meal in the Great Hall, so both Sebastian and Ominis had donned finer suits and dress robes for the occasion.

You had taken a trip to Hogsmeade with Natty a few days prior to pick up a new dress from Gladrags – a deep cranberry red, with long tapered sleeves to ward off the chill of the castle and a waist so tight that Deek had fetched Feenky to help you pull the laces of your corset closed.

Sebastian wordlessly makes a circle with his index finger and you giggle, blushing while you spin and let your skirts fan out.

He whistles under his breath, and you do a little bow.

Ominis smirks and mumbles, “You must look lovely if even Sebastian has no words.”

“Oh, I have plenty,” Sebastian counters. “‘Ravishing’ is a start.”

“Stop, you menace,” you mumble, gently smacking his shoulder with an appreciative smile.

“What a terrible day to be blind,” Ominis jokes, but Sebastian notices the way he self-consciously rubs the back of his neck and wonders if maybe he isn’t truly joking.

He reaches out to take Ominis’ hand, glancing briefly at your face to get your permission before taking the surprised boy’s palm and placing it on your sleeve.

“She’s wearing a red dress,” Sebastian starts, squeezing Ominis’ hand so he’ll actually feel. “It’s a darker color – the kind of red everyone likes around the holidays.”

“Not switching over to Gryffindor, are you?” Ominis asks, the anxious twitching of his fingertips on your arm belying his nerves.

“It suits her skin tone,” Sebastian offers, dragging Ominis’ hand upwards so he can feel the ruched top of your sleeve, which Mister Hill had told you is quite fashionable.

“Tell him about my hair,” you murmur, meeting Sebastian’s gaze and answering the question in his eyes that he hadn’t asked aloud.

“Her hair?” Ominis asks. “It’s long, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Sebastian agrees. “But tonight she has it in a braid, and she’s charmed some wrapping paper into a bow at the end.”

“I’ll have you know I folded that bow myself,” you say with a smirk. “No magic necessary.”

“Very clever,” Ominis says softly, and Sebastian lifts his hand so he can trace his fingertips over the silky bow.

“Anything else you’d like to know, Ominis?” Sebastian asks suggestively, and Ominis wonders whether he’s imagining the sudden tension thrumming between the three of you.

“N-no, I’m quite convinced,” he says, letting his hand drop. “‘Ravishing’ is quite apt.”

“Ominis,” you say softly, taking his hand in yours while Sebastian claims the other. “Perhaps after the feast, you’ll join Sebastian and me for a nightcap in the Room of Requirement?”

The blond boy swallows audibly, and Sebastian is thrilled at this development.

“We’ve got some presents to exchange, don’t we love?” he adds, somehow making it sound lewd.

“Y-yes, of course,” Ominis stutters. “I would love to.”

You then let each boy take one of your arms to walk you toward the Great Hall for the feast, wondering just how long you’ll have to wear this corset after all.

[yakumtsaki]

-Oh Sunset, I'm so lucky to be in a loving relationship with such a kind, loyal and non-criminally insane person such as yourself!

You're so on the money, buddy, the only thing you missed was 'sexually repelled by cousins'.

-I CAN'T DO THIS, TYLER, YOU'RE SUFFOCATING ME -I'm sorry! Also my name is Ty! -I KNOW BUT IT'S A STUPID NAME AND I'M NOT CALLING YOU THAT

She's right, Ty, and to top it off your last name isn't Union, it's like you're not even trying!

Bruh.. This chain of interactions from the hugging to the insulting to the making out took place in about 1 minute, I can't believe Stacy and Julian of all couples produced Sunset. Why can't you be more like your parents?? They were my cutest, healthiest couple ever!!

-They only thing they cared about having sex 50 a times a day! Aunt June basically raised me!!

Omg I'm looking at the pics of the spare updates I never posted because I suck and YA SHE DID, that explains so much, June is truly the platonic ideal of the hot-batshit combo.

Speaking of batshit-

-And hot!

If you say so, Barth is putting the moves on Marla Biggs, whomst we last saw when June (there she is again) used her to dump Erik-

-Yes, and that one wolf whistle from June turned me gay for all eternity, so don't even bother!

-UGH. So I guess I have no choice..

-..but to sleep with another one of my second cousins! -Oh Barth, I can't believe this is finally happening!!! -I know, Cyan, it took way too long!

We've been here for a week.

-Don't worry, nothing will interrupt this magical moment-WHAT THE FUCK I'M BEING CHEATED ON GOTTA RUN SORRY CYAN CATCH YOU LATER

Ok apparently I was laughing too hard to take a decent pic, but yes, BARTHOLOMEW CAUGHT HIS COUSIN 'CHEATING' ON HIM AS HE WAS HOOKING UP WITH HIS OTHER COUSIN. I HATE MY GAME.

-AND I HATE YOU, SUNSET. YOU BROKE MY HEART -FUCK YOU, BARTHOLOMEW, I'M NOT GONNA BE PART OF YOUR SECOND COUSIN HAREM -I HOPE YOU DROWN IN THE POOL -This was so beautiful, Sunset, I think I'm falling in love with you💙 -GET OUT OF HERE, TYLER -It's Ty! -NO ONE CARES, ASSHOLE -DON'T TALK TO TYLER LIKE THAT -That's not my name! -IT IS NOW, SHUT UP

I gotta hand it to Ty, he's in it to win it, whatever it is one could possibly 'win' when it comes to Sunset.

-Oh Sunset, you're the queen of my heart! -Gross!🥰

-Aw baby, I love spending all our awake time woohooing and doing nothing interesting, huhu!🌞 -It really is the best, thanks to your horrific LTW we don't even have to try! It's so awful people are bound to vote for us just to watch the trainwreck!

Ya I wish I had a counter-argument but you two really have this thing figured out, even I wanna watch me have a mental breakdown trying to raise your 6 asshole kids.

-Our kids are not gonna be assholes!🌞

LOL YA OK MEADOW, whatever helps you sleep at night.

-Meadow and Felina are not the only ones with a perfect relationship! Britannicus and I are also deeply in love!! I'm writing a novel about it as we speak!!!

Jimmy no offense but I literally forgot you live here and I can barely remember who Britannicus is half the time.

-THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED

Oh Britannicus here you are, thank God, you're so indispensable to this legacy!

-All you main-houser bitches look down on me but I have a lot to offer!! I'm grandpa Gunther's heir!!!

Of course you are, now give us the pizza so the people who matter don't die.

-I'll show you! I'll show you all!! >:(

Yes yes, it's been lovely catching up-

-and now it's time to get serious and break Cyan and Barth up! Hit us with your best shot, Marg, we've been on a winning streak lately with those matches, please don't go back to Cyn's leftovers.

-Got you, say no more..

-Here's Kennedy Cox!

MARGARET

-Well it's very hard to find someone Cyneswith hasn't banged!

Ok ya that's very true but Cyan is understandably like 😬 so let's try this again, here's another dollar.

-Alright, you didn't want Cyneswith leftovers..

-How about Sandy the Zombie leftovers??

I hope I don't have to explain to you why that's SO MUCH WORSE

-And I hope I don't have to explain to you that you get what you pay for when you give a dollar for a date!

Fucking touche, Marg, get out of here.

And now for another sequence of events so absolutely ridic I'm just gonna describe it with no dialogue:

So I send Cyan inside to check the college directory thing and see what available bachelors we might booty call up, but there's no one that I like for her so I send her back out to ask Margaret for another dollar date-

-once outside, we find BRITANNICUS SERENADING BARTHOLOMEW, to which Cyan has no reaction as she's probably too shocked-

-poor dumbass loved up Jimmy has no clue and is inside getting high-

-Cyan asks Marg for another date as Barth is performing the Second Cousin Vagina Monologues-

-Margaret gives us Neon Vest Zomb AGAIN and I'm like wtf-

-at which point Britannicus, who just one moment ago was serenading Barth, WOLF WHISTLES AT CYAN-

-CAUSING BARTH TO FEEL CHEATED ON AND DUMP HER

-BETRAYED BY MY OWN BLOOD TWICE IN ONE DAY! OH, THE SHAME!

BARTH SHUT UP. BRITANNICUS WHAT. THE. HELL

-I told you! >:D

Ok you know what, at least with this I feel we have peaked and there is simply no way the situation in this house can get more insane and degenerate-

-Think again!

NO FUCKING WAY. NO. SPICE WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU'RE DATING ELDERLY GOOD WITCH, I SPECIFICALLY FOUND YOU A GF TO KEEP YOU OUT OF THIS BS

-I know but there's something almost genetically inherited drawing me to Cyan! -Yes, It's almost like our parents were into each other but there was some invisible force separating them!

YA THAT WAS THE LAWS OF NATURE

-Oh please, it was the extended family mod and we no longer have to function under its oppression!

NOTHING IN THIS HOUSE IS REMOTELY FUNCTIONING. You know what, enjoy this while it lasts because I'm breaking every single one of you mofos up, istg I feel like I'm fighting the Hydra, I chop one semi-incestuous head off and two others pop up. WELL I'LL WIN LIKE HERACLES

I'd like to end this disgusting update with this image of the rose Ty left for Sunset next to the flaming shitbag Neon Vest Zombie left for Cyan. What is this world coming to that men no longer appreciate you cheating on them with 2 of your cousins during a date?? Chivalry is dead!

[thelazyhermits]

I'm back again with more Jack content! Because he's my best boy and cause when I started on this yesterday I had been hoping that the more Jack content I dished out the kinder he'd be to me when I pulled for his broomquet card. Sadly, this strategy didn’t work since he made me go to pity for him 😂😭

I decided to talk about my Yuu's first meeting with Jack since I know I've touched upon this subject before, but I wanted to share new thoughts I've had about it since I first started making posts about my Yuu.

It'll all be underneath the cut.

First, to recap, in Book 2, Yuu gets kidnapped by Ruggie and forced under house/dorm arrest at the Savanaclaw dorm cause Ruggie found out about her Quirk and passed along that info to Leona, who obviously quickly realized that having a clairvoyant on the loose could throw a huge wrench in his plans lol

While Yuu obviously wasn't a huge fan of this turn of events, she decides in the end to go along with her captivity cause she'll learn more working from the inside anyway, and she wants to better understand Leona and what he's plotting.

Plus, honestly, staying at the SC dorm is like staying at a luxury hotel as compared to Ramshackle dorm since Leona made Ruggie clean out a room for her in advance and she gets to use one of Leona's old fancy mattresses.

And Leona lets her freely roam the dorm and do as she pleases just as long as she doesn't cause any disturbances/make trouble for him, so the only real downside of this situation is Yuu can't contact/see her friends since she's basically getting tutored by Leona due to her being unable to leave the dorm not even to attend classes.

Anyway, since she's free to roam, everyone at the dorm knows Yuu is there, and none of them really have an issue with it cause they know better than to go against Leona's orders, although, because they don't know about her Quirk since only Leona/Ruggie know this info, they have no idea how Yuu is a threat to Leona's plans, so they just assume Yuu is just like a super smart detective or something lol

Jack, of course, is the sole exception when it comes to how he feels about Yuu being forced to stay at his dorm, because he thinks it's wrong to hold a girl captive like this, even if she is being treated really well, and of course, he just hates the whole situation with the Spelldrive Tournament in general.

That's why, within a few days after Yuu gets brought to his dorm, Jack approaches her while she's reading and has no one closely guarding her, because he wants to offer to help her escape since this is just one thing he can't allow to continue.

Upon meeting Jack for the first time, Yuu is very surprised by his height and muscular stature since he has a young face, and it's just not everyday you see a boy who looks like Jack lol

At first, when Jack silently approaches her and just starts looming over her seated position, Yuu assumes he's there to pick a fight since, while all the SC guys are willing to accept her presence and most are the type who respect women like Leona/Ruggie, that doesn't mean they all like her, although, in the end, Yuu wins them over after spending enough time with them since they all like her strong, feisty personality and most especially her cooking haha

Jack doesn't really help with her initial impression of him since he doesn't look the least bit friendly, not on purpose, of course. That's just his resting gruffy expression. Plus, he's a little nervous about his whole helping her escape plan since it'll be bad if he gets found out before he can actually follow through with his plan, but rather than actually appear nervous, he just looks grouchy cause that's just how his face works in moments like this lol

Thankfully, Yuu's instincts immediately tell her that Jack isn't a threat to her, so she doesn't instantly go on the offensive. Instead, she just subtly remains on her guard and questions Jack about him suddenly coming up to talk to her.

Being the straightforward guy that he is, Jack doesn't mince his words. He immediately tells her that he hates what his dorm is doing regarding the tournament, but he hates how they're treating her even more. That's why he wants to help her escape.

Naturally, this really surprises Yuu since she hadn't expected someone from this dorm to go against Leona, considering how highly respected he is by the members of his dorm.

Plus, she's not used to guys like Jack with such high morals either. She honestly thought those kinda guys didn't exist in a school like NRC aside from Kalim and Silver, of course, but those two aren't normal NRC students in her eyes lol

Rather than give him an immediate answer to his offer, Yuu asks Jack if he's really willing to risk incurring the wrath of his whole dorm just to help her, and Jack doesn't hesitate to reply that he's willing to take that risk since he can't lie to himself and his pride just can't allow him to sit back and do nothing when something this underhanded is happening right before his eyes.

Upon hearing that and realizing that Jack is being completely sincere, Yuu instantly takes a liking to him since she likes guys who don't compromise their beliefs just to appease others. She likes honorable guys like All Might who stand up for what's right.

Plus, Jack's behavior reminds her a little of Midoriya and how he'd stand up to his bullies whenever he saw them go after other kids, and she could never dislike someone who reminds her of Midoriya, her hero.

That's why Yuu thanks Jack for his kind offer but refuses to accept his help, catching him by surprise.

When he incredulously asks why, Yuu explains that she doesn't want him to get in trouble for her sake since she likes guys like him who stick to their beliefs.

Plus, she really thinks she'll be able to get more useful information about the ongoing Spelldrive Tournament situation if she remains at his dorm, so she wants to continue her inside job.

Jack is naturally surprised that she's worried about him since they hardly know each other, but Yuu tells him details like that don't matter to her. She can like someone despite hardly knowing them if they make a good enough impression.

Even though he really doesn't think she's being very smart about this, Jack respects her decision and doesn't press the matter further since he has no interest in forcing her to escape if she really does wanna stick around.

The conversation doesn't end there, though, cause now Jack has Yuu's undivided attention/interest due to him being so different from a typical NRC boy lol

Also, it seriously begins to bug her how Jack seems like the perfect man due to his incredibly good looks, impressive height/muscles, wonderful fluffy ears/tail, charming personality, etc. and she knows there's no such thing as a perfect man despite what TV/books say 😂

Because she seriously won't be able to sleep at night until she figures out what Jack's flaws are, which she has yet to figure out by this point, Yuu bluntly shares all of these thoughts with Jack who looks at her like she's crazy 🤣

Like any sane man, Jack tries to leave, but Yuu won't allow it. She latches onto him and tries to get him to tell her more about himself since she is bound and determined to prove he's not as perfect as he seems.

It's all rather comical from an outsider's POV since Yuu is clinging onto Jack who's doing his best to get away from this seemingly insane girl lol

Fortunately for him, Yuu eventually calms down when, as she's trying to explain why Jack is so seemingly perfect by pointing out how nice he is to want to help her, which is something not many other guys in this dorm would do, Jack denies being nice and says it's not like he wants to help her. It's just all a matter of pride and doing the right thing for him!

With that, Yuu finally realizes that Jack is a tsundere and figures out that must be his character flaw, much to his annoyance.

By this point, Jack is basically holding Yuu in the air by the back of her collar, like a cat, making sure to keep her far enough away from him that she can't touch him, making for quite the hilarious scene.

Amusingly enough, this is when Ruggie arrives on the scene, and upon seeing the two first years in this position, he immediately assumes that Jack was picking on Yuu and is obviously not happy about this, not necessarily cause he cares about Yuu by this point but more so that he knows he won't be able to face his grandma if she finds out he helped kidnap a girl and allowed her to get bullied lol

Before Jack can try to defend himself, Yuu does it for him, surprising both him and Ruggie. She quickly explains that she was the one at fault for bothering Jack, whom she had taken an interest in.

Yuu also declares that Jack is now her favorite SC student cause she has decided that she really likes him. Plus, Leona and Ruggie have been disqualified from that position thanks to the whole kidnapping and held captive situation lol

(Ruggie will never admit it but he was not pleased about this turn of events and blames Leona for everything lol)

Jack naturally is just even more confused by this very weird girl, but at the same time, he can't deny being pleased when Yuu starts praising Jack as she talks to Ruggie about him.

This is when Yuu first sees Jack's tail wag cause he's happy, and she's elated by this discovery whilst Jack is, of course, embarrassed.

Once again, Jack tries to leave, but Yuu chases after him cause she wants to learn even more about him and become really good friends with him, to which he declares that he has no interest in becoming friends with her, so she should just leave him alone!

From then on, that's how a lot of Yuu's free time at the SC dorm is spent. Whenever she sees Jack, she doesn't hesitate to approach him when he doesn't look busy, so she can chat with him and get to know him more.

Jack, being Jack, tries to rebuff all her efforts to get close to him, but gradually, she wears down his walls due to her persistence.

But what really wins him over is when Yuu begins training at the SC dorm since, while she had been exercising the month prior, she hadn't been doing the kinda serious training she did back in her world to remain in shape for her cage fights.

Upon seeing firsthand how tough Beastmen are in Book 2, Yuu realizes she can't slack off anymore if she wants to be able to defeat any kind of opponent who challengers her, so she decides to make use of all the free time she has to train more.

During this time, Yuu asks Jack if he has any extra weights he can use, and since he does, Jack lets her use his weights since he respects people who are willing to train and improve themselves, and he figures that, if he can't help her escape his dorm, he can at least help her out in this area.

Once he realizes that Yuu is hardworking like him, Jack finally starts to really warm up to her, and his respect for her only grows when she plays a pivotal role in taking down Leona during his overblot fight since not many people would be brave enough to fight someone powerful like Leona, especially in the kind of state Leona was in, with their bare hands.

Plus, Yuu was the one who came up with the plan to stop Leona, and she did a good job as a leader, which not many people could pull off under those kinds of circumstances.

Anyway, to wrap this all up, I just wanted to add that Jack's overall first impression is a big reason why Yuu loves him so much cause he was willing to help her out and didn't have any ulterior motives, which is something that was foreign to her before coming to this world.

Also, when Yuu had been bothering him to find out if he had any flaws, no matter how annoyed Jack got with Yuu, he was always gentle with her and never did any kinda rough manhandling that could potentially cause her any discomfort.

It was that gentleness that really won her over since she knew it was a sign that Jack was someone worth befriending.

And she was exactly right.