#idk i just didn't feel like i was the weird one out or unable to blend in and it feels so good when i actually can fit in with everyone

[opheliac]

met a 31 year old woman last night at a friend's wedding who took me under her wing when i told her i was 24 (much younger than most people there) and she basically told me i am normal and i will be okay and that i reminded her of kat dennings and now we follow each other on instagram. everytime i meet a nice girl like that i am forever affected and want to do my best just for them.

[moon7jay]

i keep thinking abt noncon w sunghoon like just imagine….

THIS. like idk but something about being helpless under sunghoon would fix me😩. Sorry it took so long anon but here u go!

Forced to take him (p.sh)

🫴Read part 2 here

Warnings : MINORS DNI, non-con, squirting, creampie, cheating, I guess that's it? , mentions of the word "RAPE"

It's non consensual so please if u are not comfy with it, DO NOT READ.

Your sister's boyfriend was weird to say the least. The first time your sister brought him to your shared apartment was last month and ever since then he has made it his second home. See you wouldn't mind this home invasion if only he didn't glare at you with the most intensity u have ever seen someone direct towards u everytime u were in his vicinity. Dead dark eyes following your every move as u pranced around the house.

Your sister's boyfriend was definitely weird, but you had never sensed any sort of danger from him, despite the hostile stares now and then, you never thought he could cause any real harm to u. Not until..

The first time it happened, you were in the kitchen. feeling a presence looming behind your back as u made coffee "lana why r u hovering" u spoke thinking it was your sister but a response never came. In mild curiosity u turned around and your breath hitched when your eyes met his dark dead ones. He was too close, way too close for it to be appropriate.

"W-what do u want? " U asked his tall figure hovering over you, looking anywhere but his eyes, they made u so nervous, like a prey.

He moved more closer to u, this made u look into his eyes, to assess his intentions but the dark glare that he was giving u made u tense up and press your back to the kitchen counter.

You were not expecting his big hands to wrap around your mid section, a gasp escaping your lips when he squeezed your mid section as if spanning your waist and stomach

"So small" he whispered as if in a trance. Your eyes widened but u were frozen, unable to move or speak, something told u that if u upset him, u could end up bloody on the ground. Tears gathered at your waterline, threatening to fall from your eyes as he kept squeezing more and more.

"I'll have a field day forcing myself inside u" he whispered , his eyes not leaving what he was doing with his hands

The tears finally fell at his words and your mouth gaped like a fish, wanting to say something, scream, anything, wild eyes looked up at your face and all breath left your lungs when he smiled at u in an almost maniacal way

"So pretty when u cry aren't u, it drives me crazy, You drive me crazy" he said moving in to lick your tears, making u shudder and close ur eyes, trying to move your face away from him but a large hand came up to hold the back of your neck to keep u in place and u squeaked when his other hand started groping your ass.

You were full on sobbing now as he moved his tongue to your neck and collar bones, your hands holding on to the edges of the kitchen counter in a deathly grip. His teeth punctured your delicate skin making a pained cry leave your lips and that seemed to catch his attention as he stopped doing what he was doing and stepped back all of a sudden. He stared carefully at your heaving form before walking out of the kitchen like it was a normal Tuesday.

As soon as he was out of sight, your knees buckled and you fell on the kitchen floor, sobbing and trying to catch your breath.

Your sister's boyfriend was weird. And you should have told your sister about it, you should have confronted him, you should have taken his words more seriously, you should have sensed the impending danger, you should have... But you didn't.

The next time it happened, u had just gotten home from classes, hearing weird noises in the living room, your feet moved towards it.

Nothing could have prepared u for the sight in front of you. Your sister was spread open on the couch as her boyfriend fucked into her, her legs over his shoulders. A gasp escaped your lips which made sunghoon and your sister look at you. Your sister started pushing sunghoon out of her to apologize to u but sunghoon's thrusts only got harder as his eyes met yours, your sister struggling underneath him, telling him to stop, but all u could hear was static as his expression morphed into one of pleasure as he held eye contact with you, smiling lewdly at you as he came inside your sister. You turned on your heel and ran up to your room, locking it and leaning against the door to catch your breath.

What the fuck was that.

Outside, you could hear your sister yelling at him but the next second you could hear her moans of pleasure again.

Your sister's boyfriend was so weird.

The sound of your door closing woke u up. Sitting abruptly to look around your darkened room.

"lana is that you? " you asked as u turned to ur bedside to turn the lamp on.

Your eyes met his dark ones and your palms started sweating. Sunghoon stood at the edge of your bed, scanning your skimpily dressed body like a predator. Before you could say anything, he started to unbutton his shirt

"What-what the fuck do u think you're doing? " your voice shook as you asked him

"fucking you" Is what the reply came.

"You c- can't" tears started to gather in your eyes again, why were you so scared of him??

"I'll scream, lana will find out, she'll kick you out" You tried threatening him confidently as he unbuckled his belt, his naked chest on display, you averted your eyes.

"she's passed out baby, some sleeping pills is all it takes" he whispered climbing up on the bed.

Your head could not register his words. He drugged your sister.

He drugged your sister to rape you.

You screamed as he grabbed your legs to bring you closer to him as he hovered over your body. His hands trapping you under him as you thrashed and hit him to let go. You did not see the slap coming, but your throbbing lip was enough to make u stare at him with wide eyes, ceasing all your movements.

"I can bleed you to death u know" He whispered scarily calm. His hand moving behind his jeans to pull out a shiny blade. Tears started falling from your eyes as you whimpered in fear of your life. Something in his crazed eyes told u that he had done this before. This wasn't his first time. Not his first time Raping someone. Not his first time Killing someone.

"Please... " u whispered, your lips trembling and bleeding from his strike.

He pressed the cold blade to your throat

"What's it gonna be baby? Want me to slit your throat so I can fuck you to death? or will u let me fuck your warm body while you're still alive? " He asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect

"Tell me. Dead or alive? "

"A-alive" u croaked, your body starting to shut down from the terror, the blade pressed to your throat making you numb to everything else.

He smiled and tsked in a disappointed way

"Damn u didn't fight much, was looking forward to some blood bath as we fuck" He chuckled and kept the blade back inside the back pocket of his jeans.

Hands started to grope your body, your night gown torn apart within seconds. You layed back and stared at the ceiling, having given up in trying to stop what was about to happen.

You were a virgin, you had been saving yourself for the love of your life. Park Jay. The smartest and kindest boy in your class. You had recently started flirting with him, letting him know you were intrested. You had thought countless times of this moment. But not like this.

Curious and rough hands squeezed your breasts making your breath get heavy, this was painful. His breathing was laboured too but for entirely different reasons than yours.

He leaned over you to press his chest to your tits. "Press them up against me cmon, need to feel them " He whispered in anticipation, you arched your back to do what he said, your nipples rubbing against his own, a hiss of pleasure leaving his teeth "good girl, such a good fuck toy for me"

His hands spread your legs apart and he quickly undid his jeans, just enough to fish out his hard cock. You prepared yourself for penetration, clutching onto your sheets as you watched him jerk himself off.

His teeth biting his lower lip as he stared lewdly at your spread and naked body

"Such a pretty fuck hole" He whispered before hastily slotting himself between your legs, hands grabbing your midsection like he did that day and the next thing you feel is an excruciating pain. A pain so intense as he forces his way inside of you. Your walls are dry but he doesn't even care, curses and whines falling from his lips and he bottoms out in you, tearing your hymen. You start to sob uncontrollably "s-stop please" U croak between sobs but it only causes him to grind more into u

"Beg more for me baby, beg me to stop" He grunts with a hard thrust inside you.

He rests his forehead against yours,hands resting beside your head, tongue darting out to lick your tears once again

"Gonna tear ur pussy so good"

"Like fucking virgins so much" He whispered and pulled all the way out to thrust back in, hitting your cervix in a painful way. A pained scream ripped out of you and he smiled in sick satisfaction. Soon his expression morphed into one of wild desire and pleasure as he kept thrusting inside of you, your body started secreting fluids which made his experience all the more pleasurable and he gritted his teeth at your tight walls

"you like being raped like this don't you? Keep fucking my dick just like that"

"Fuck it baby oh yeah, god so tight"

"It's fun isn't it? Feels so good doesn't it? Pleasure me come on, make me relieve my lust"

His words sound static to your ears as you come on his cock, your body betraying u once again, sobbing continuously, you keep taking his assault.

He groans like an animal when u dig your nails in his back, begging him to stop

"Yeah baby? Want me to stop? " His thrusts getting wilder, pounding your cervix

"ask me to stop, scream for me to stop baby, makes me so hard when u beg "

His dick keeps dragging against your walls in the mix of both pain and pleasure, his hands groping your body as he unleashes his inner animal to fuck into u however he wants, he's on his third orgasm but his dick is still hard in you

"You're gonna make me cum , I'm not the only one enjoying this rape yeah baby? Fuck yeah, squeezing around me so good"

You scream hard at a particular thrust and he laughs while panting

"Oh yeah? "

"Just like that? "

"fuck fuck fuck" he gasps as he comes inside your wet heat again. Fucking his come back inside of your leaking hole, overstimulating your body, your lower region feeling numb, your mind slipping in and out of consciousness.

You felt him pulling out, hissing as he observed your leaking and abused hole

"Fuck yeah" He breathed, turning your body around and mounting you again, thrusting deep inside of you, your face squished against your pillows as he breeds you from behind.

It's animalistic, the way he fucks you.

"Wanna keep it in u forever,can't stop, I can't stop"

"Pussy So good oh fuck"

He groaned, digging his teeth at the back of your neck, you were sure u were bleeding.

Your consciousness left u somewhere in the middle of his animalistic panting and grunts.

When u came to, u found yourself in a mating press, his face right above yours as he fucked u folded in half

"Ah u're awake sunshine, raping u so good yeah? "

He breathes and licks your lower lip. His hips moving relentlessly, grinding into u at a slow pace now

"Open " He panted and as if on autopilot, all strength leaving your body, u open your mouth

He spits in it "swallow" He says and u do. He curses and bites your lower lip as his thrusts become erratic

"Mhmnn fuck yeah, one more oh yeah"

He grunts as he fucks his cum into you. Making u squirt all over him.

His mouth lapping on your pussy is all u feel before u drift into unconsciousness.

Your sister's boyfriend is so weird.

[ryo-kaikura]

Male Yandere x Stoic Top Male Reader

Tw: there's gonna be: mention of murder, taking other people's skin and yandere.

This was inspired by an old anime (I forgot the name, but it had old art, and its MC is a wandering hired ninja for cheap)

It was the era of danger. People's ideal jobs are being an assassin or a hired killer or an adventurer. Either way, you would have to kill to live. Because Your world is a trial, a beta to God as he wants to create a perfect world, but he pitied the world that turned into a dangerous one, so God gave every being an ability. So everyone who reaches 15 years old manifests an ability, and usually it's random. It's not because of what you liked as a kid, nor is it what you like.

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You were different. You realized that when you remembered everything since you came out of your mother. You remembered everything everyone had said around you. 

People would usually grow and be weird and lonely people, but not you. You were able to be the “perfect man” everyone dreamed of. Remembering what your parents told you, what your friends told you, but you realized a side effect, you don't exactly feel emotion easily. You aren't able to feel happy as easily as your friends nor your parents, but you didn't care.

You at first thought that it was your ability, but no, it wasn't your ability. your ability, when it manifested, was always seen as terrible because you could hardly manipulate a single strand of string. So they cast you out, even when you seem perfect, your ability  made them feel disgusted with you.

But you still didn't care.

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After finding out your ability, your parents kicked you out, and you've been wandering ever since.

It's been three years since then, and you lived wandering and happy. Why might you ask? Because nobody knew you anymore, and without the constant admiration, you were able to perfect your ability until you could even reconnect severed veins (I took this from HXH). 

After wandering for a while, you see a man in a sea of corpses. He is average faced and barely breathes with a slit on his throat. Being ever so uncaring  you decided to leave but the man kept calling you, calling for your help. So you decide to help him. 

After a few days, the man was able to wake up, and again, you decided to leave. But the man tries to stop you, but his voice isn't  loud enough, so he tries to go to you, but his body is still limp after losing so much blood.

After you hear a thud behind you, you look back and see the man, on the ground, reaching for you and when he was able to get to touch you, he gripped you as tight as he could.

You, amused, decide to nurse him back to full health. After a while and he was able to talk again, he told you about himself. His name was Iro (idk, please don’t judge me). He told you about how he got betrayed. You also learned that his ability was sewing and how he had no way to sew his neck because his friends cut off his nerves on his fingertips, so he was unable to sew it.

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After a while, he didn't want to leave you. He would whine and cling to you when you leave. You would have to bring him everywhere you go, but because of this, you realize something. He did get betrayed, but he didn't tell you the reason. You also learned his ability to leave no scarring as you see him putting on the skin of a man he killed on him and sewing it on and leaving no trace. 

Usually, people would be scared of this as that means he could just be insane but you didn't care, and he loved you because of this.

His POV

After years of following his “savior”, you, he built up his following. Without you knowing, he was able to grow his power and was able to change his appearance and skin. Another thing you didn't know about him was that he was God before he was overthrown by his own perfect creations, and afterward, you found him. He was overthrown because his creations felt that Iro didn't give them enough affection. 

Before checking up on his discarded world, he saw you. You seemed more perfect than his own perfect creation. 

After the first month of seeing you, he tried to catch your eye but it never worked until his creations betrayed him. Oh how happy he was when you looked at him.

(Back to you)

You on the other hand didn't care about a leech, Iro, clinging to you and pouting every time he thought you liked other people before changing his face, this is until he was able to be the one you only liked.

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One night, two men dressed in white, each, though different from the others, had pretty bodies and beautiful faces. Both were walking together when suddenly they froze, shocked. 

WHY IS THE DEMONS HERE!!!???

The “demons” grab them and bring them to a dark basement. When they wake up, they see two ugly men sit on their opposite of them. The two beautiful men start to activate their ability, but it seems like they are unable. No sooner than 5 minutes of them trying a man that has a godly physique and a handsome face appears 

Iro decided to replace an old ugly skin for newer ones. Iro wanted to be perfect for you, and if he can't do that, then he would bind you to him, but for now. He's satisfied with being clingy…

Then again, he should get the best of the best. After all, he is still a GOD.

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I know this is terrible, and it also didn't go as I wanted it to go 🥲

[lowkeyrobin]

hiii! hope you’re having a good day/night/whatever :D i was wondering if you could do something where the reader was fives (almost ?) s/o and then after learning about him and lila theyre upset. and then reader and diego sort of bond over the feeling and find solace in their friendship with each other. i mean this in like a thing for diego sort of way, the five thing is just a backstory. sorry if this is hard to understand english is hard

oooo okay this is cool!! ; and don't worry it's not hard to understand at all! your English is very good 🫶 ; but we are gonna pretend five wasn't trapped in his teenage body for all the time reader would've known him or wtv 💀 cause the physical and mental gap between diego and five is diabolical and idk how else to make it not weird. I usually say and enforce that I won't recognize the five/lila thing as canon but this is relevant to the story and I need diego requests lol. ; but uh yeah!! thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy!! ; also the ending part lowkey sucks I'm sorry

DIEGO HARGREEVES ; it's called moving on

summary ; after Five and Lila get trapped in the subway, they have a double affair on you and Diego. after saving the world, you both bond over it and move on (to each other)

warnings ; language, cheating, arguing / physical fighting, knives, alcohol

disclaimers ; five is in the physical body of a 30-ish year old to make this not creepy as hell on any parts. I have a distinct hatred for whatever tf happened w Lila and Five so don't expect to see anything nice about them... ; also reader is a sparrow, didn't wanna get incest-y in here...

word count ; 1.5k

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Klaus, Allison, and Luther sit on the couch, watching over the kids while you and Diego rush to the door. Five and Lila had been MIA for hours now, you were both growing worried. Luckily, it was them standing at the doorstep.

"Where've you been?" Diego asks, slightly worried. "It's been hours"

"Seven, at that" you raise an eyebrow at Five. "You've never just gone MIA for that long. Did you find anything out on how to stop all this shit? Cause we did"

Five is unable to look you in the eye. "Uh, not really. What'd you learn?"

"Well, for one, Dad's alive, so is our mother... I think?" you begin, pulling him inside. "She's not really our mom, but she's Dad's wife, or whatever. Our actual birth mother's are alive in this timeline. And your Ben died because your Reginald shot him in the head! We think fate is coming together cause my Ben and Jennifer are together and we have to stop them-"

Diego and Lila step in behind you, joining you all in the living room. Lila's family stand in the kitchen, coming together to make some Christmas dinner food for the upcoming days. You can't help but notice both Five and Lila can't look you in the eye, how they look tired and haven't spoken damn near a word.

You four stand in the middle of the living room, shoes off to Lila's family's rules, your socks digging into the carpet. Allison, Luther, and Klaus part their attention between the kids and you four.

Diego looks down at Lila's wrist, seeing a glare from the sunlight outside on something she was wearing. He quickly grabs her wrist, confused of what she could've been wearing, as she didn't like bracelets, at least not store bought ones. She wouldn't have gone on a run to get herself a bracelet, right? I mean, what?

Diego furrows his brows at her while you press a chaste kiss to Five's forehead.

"I thought you hated bracelets?" Diego mutters, grabbing the attention of the siblings who sit on the couch.

Lila looks at him with fake confusion, trying to brush it off. "No, I don't"

"Yeah, you do" Diego nods. "I got you one for Valentine's Day and you traded it in for a Dyson vacuum."

You and Five look to Diego and Lila, listening in.

Lila is silent. "I don't like store bought ones. I kept the bracelet you made for me in that mental institution"

She had him on that one.

"Who made it, then?" Diego asks firmly.

She's silent. Five looks away from Diego.

Diego looks to him, then back at Lila. He frees Lila's wrist from his grasp, staring Five down. You look between him, Diego, and Lila, connecting the dots.

"Five?" You question, eyebrows furrowed, your voice unsure.

Diego reaches for his back pocket.

Five stuffs his hands in his pockets, head held low.

"Is there something going on between you two?" Diego asks nervously, looking between Five and Lila.

"Diego-" Lila speaks

"Holy shit, wow" Diego scoffs, looking down at her.

Klaus' jaw drops, Luther and Allison beside him share shocked expressions. You look back at the three, unable to react as you're caught frozen in the moment.

"Woah"

"Holy shit"

"I didn't see that one coming"

"Holy shit, I was right" Diego looks between the two, "I knew you were cheating on me!"

You shove Five into the wall, far enough away from the TV and the kids to not effect them physically. Diego hurls a knife at him, just missing his skull by a few centimeters, a purposeful act. He merely did it to scare Five. The knife creates a hole in the wall and a loud thudding noise that catches the family's attention.

Diego turns his attention back to Lila, you looking over your shoulder to listen. "I knew you were cheating on me at that book club"

Lila sighs. "I wasn't cheating on you... not when you thought I was"

You turn back to Five, lips slightly parted, your expression soft yet heavy. He isn't able to speak a word to you. He steps away from the stabbed wall, walking toward you. He reaches for you and you push him away.

"Y/n-"

"No!" you shudder, then speak firmly. "Get away." you back away toward Diego, unable to look at him.

"Maybe we should go-" Luther speaks, seeing how the three were witnessing an awful thing right now.

"No, we're not going anywhere" Allison replies, an arm over him to prevent him from going anywhere.

Diego steps forward, looking at Five in the eye. "Five, did you s-k-r-e-w my wife?" he spells out 'screw' since a bunch of kids under thirteen sit no more than six feet away.

"Screw is spelled s-c-r-e-w" Grace chimes in with a smile, unaware of the situation because of her small little mind.

Klaus snorts, failing at holding back laughter. Allison bites her tongue while Luther deeply sighs, keeping his laughter at bay.

Five bites his lip before slowly nodding.

"What the fuck?!" you exclaim, slinging a quick punch to his face, causing his nose to bleed.

He groans, holding a hand to his nose. He doesn't rebute, knowing he deserved that and much more.

"Are you kidding me?" you question, looking between Five and Lila. "What the actual shit is wrong with you two?!"

Lila's family peers through the kitchen door, halfway understanding what you all were saying as they weren't perfectly fluent with English. You wished you could speak Punjabi to tell them how their daughter cheated and how your boyfriend was a fucking homewrecker.

"Y/n, please," Lila speaks, trying to calm you, holding a hand out to you.

You slap her hand away, and back up toward the siblings on the couch. Klaus holds a hand over his mouth, Luther watches in silence, Allison bites her tongue.

"You're fucking unbelievable."

You cut contact with Five, Diego cut most contact with Lila and kept the kids 70% of the time. Lila paid child support, the extent of their conversations other than the kids.

It'd been a few years since your brother had to be killed. You'd been struggling a lot. In between Ben's death and the whole Five and Lila thing, you weren't okay, you didn't think you ever would be.

Most the family didn't talk to either one after the whole incident. They'd luckily sided with you and Diego. Allison still talked to Lila, but she'd created herself a whole new life, so the two didn't talk that much.

Life moves on, shit happens.

You lived near Diego, the two of you often going out with the kids to still create some sort of happy family dynamic for them. From lunch to movies, to road trips and rollercoasters, you'd do anything for those kids. You felt so bad knowing there was no way to repair Diego and Lila's relationship, wishing the kids got to have more time as a proper family.

Diego sat with you on the couch, no kids in trail this time. They were with Lila this weekend. Fruity concoctions rest in your hands, the television in front of you playing some dumbass action movie.

"People clearly don't like three children on the man they're going on a date with," Diego chuckles. "My kids come first, sorry."

You smile. "At least you're humbled and know what you're living for, what's important."

He raises an eyebrow, confused about what you're implying.

You see that look and clarify. "I dunno what I'm living for anymore. My brother's dead. My ex cheated on me and all I feel is fucking angry day in and day out. I don't know anymore"

Diego's face grows soft. "Moving on isn't easy."

You nod. "It's harder to do it alone"

He's silent for a moment before speaking up. "Maybe we don't have to do it alone?"

You raise an eyebrow. "What're you implying, Di?"

He shrugs, looking into your eyes. "Whatever you want to think I'm implying"

"...but the kids, that's gonna be so confusing-"

"You love the kids. I know you do. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been on all these adventures with us, you wouldn't have asked me yourself to make plans and come over. I know you feel the way I do."

You're both quiet, thinking over your own and the other's words.

"Maybe" you shrug.

"Maybe? I'm allowed to get my hopes up?"

"Calm down, pal" you chuckle. "Not so soon, let's like... ask the kids. I'd feel bad not asking how they felt. They're my priority, they come before us"

Diego nods. "Glad you feel that way. We should get married ASAP." he chuckles, nudging you with his shoulder.

You smile, taking a sip of your beverage. "Feels wrong to even think about this, y'know?"

"It's called moving on. It's normal, I promise"

[3liza]

seriously though from my experience dealing with other rich middle aged men I can tell you this right here, what we are witnessing right now, is the root of much evil in the world.

guys like Matt own and run everything that's privatized and larger than a certain level of scale. these guys get put in a steel tunnel from childhood onward into this weird little knotted ball of insecurity and entitlement, with no time spent during their youth in developing any interpersonal skills at all that aren't "talking slightly too loudly at a corporate party". I've worked as a domme, and a ton of these guys start hiring dominatrices when they get to Matt's age because they're unable to maintain anyone's attention without paying for it anyway and are so crippled with insecurity they can't be honest with women in their lives if they have any. this doesn't help them much because inauthentic human connection makes things worse. exposing even mild, normalized fetishes make them shut down and lash out, but it's not just a sex thing, it's their whole lives. I've watched so many of them hit their 40s, have a bunch of money and a little power, and realize all the poor degenerates they've spent their lives treating like a spectacle or a fantasy are the ones actually having fun, and who other people actually enjoy spending time around. this is pure speculation on my part, idk anything about his personal life and am not trying to find out. the posts are enough to diagnose a dozen extremely pressing problems he will have to painstakingly deconstruct in $10,000 Ayahuasca retreats to get anywhere.

and I wouldn't be so critical about their personal failings as a class of people if they didn't make those failings everyone else's problem. they are fully aware they are fucking up but have always been able to get immediate gratification by standing still and screaming until someone brings them exactly what they need. they know they could use their money to put people in houses or feed them, they deal with this by just not thinking about it. no one has ever genuinely liked them and they're aware of this, often including their own parents. they are frustrated with women. they have zero creative outlets and no skills. even if they have relationships they don't fall in love or experience limerance. all they do is make money or handle money, they are incapable of performing real labor and are alienated from the concept of labor itself so they invent weird orthorexias and compulsive exercise schedules to feel like they're performing labor. a lot of them develop substance problems because it alleviates some of the crippling inhibition and self doubt, but that causes more problems. some of them are narcissists or sociopaths which helps them cope with the extreme isolation but a lot of them arent, and just constantly afflicted with the same problems people get in solitary confinement or being the pariah at a high school. any of them could opt out of all this crap at any time and simply choose not to. these guys are ruining everything.

[tsumskz]

Hiiii I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if it was possible to do a artist hyunjin x reader, but a spicy one, basically they get in a heated Argument because, life has been stressful and hyunjin has been spending so so much time locked away in his room and not paying any attention to reader, so hyunjin storms out, a couple hours pass, reader decided to take a shower, and after coming out of the shower, only wearing a thin white tank top and lace panties.

Hyunjin comes home a couple minutes after and spots reader on the balcony just looking out, and notices what she is wearing, he goes up behind her and they start being all lovey dovey and they talk things out and say sorry, and then BOOM they start making out and have sweet sex on the balcony.

Idk I'm sorry if it's weird you don't have to do it if you don't feel comfortable ofc but it was just an idea I had for a while, thanks for taking the time to read this, have a good day !!!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა - artist hyunjin x reader

warnings: smut (hot balcony sex) , slight angst.

— notes: omg just reading this made my jaw drop. this is my first ever request and never been so excited to write something. wanted to give this a more detailed feel and a bit longer but gonna give it my best shot. i hope it lives up to your expectations ! —

4 days..

It's been so long since you last talked to your boyfriend, Hyunjin. Each passing day feels more unfamiliar than the last. You know he has a reputation for immersing himself in his art, locking himself away in his studio for hours on end. It's his way of diving deep into his creative process, only emerging to use the restroom, which isn't very often. At first, it concerned you, but you got used to it because it never lasted longer than a day.

However, as the third day rolled around, panic started to set in. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off this time. Was he even still in the room? Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, you finally mustered the courage to approach his studio door. You gave it a couple of gentle knocks, hoping he would hear and come to answer it. But all you were met with was deafening silence. You knocked again, desperation creeping into your voice.

Then, you heard a scoff from the other side of the door, confirming that he was indeed inside and alive. You couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and frustration. Maybe one more knock would do the trick, you thought optimistically. But once again, there was no response. The panic and worry that had consumed you began to transform into a simmering anger. It felt like it was always one thing after another with him.

If he wasn't engrossed in creating a masterpiece, he was tirelessly researching and seeking inspiration for his next project. It seemed impossible to have a normal conversation without art dominating the discussion. It felt like you didn't even have a boyfriend anymore. With a heavy heart, you reluctantly accepted defeat and retreated to your own room, resigning yourself to another lonely night in the bed that was meant to be shared with Hyunjin.

You longed for his touch, yearned to hear him say how much he loved you. You craved the simple pleasures of being a typical couple, going out on dates and making cherished memories together. It was hard to recall the last time you two went on a date, let alone the last time you shared an intimate moment.

These thoughts raced through your mind as you fell into a deep slumber, entering the fourth day of his self-imposed isolation.

—————-

You wake up suddenly, startled by the sound of your bedroom door closing. You catch a glimpse of Hyunjin leaving the room. Without thinking, you rush to the door and see him standing in the doorway of his art studio. Tears start to flow down your face as all the emotions you've been holding in come crashing down. You drop to your knees, overwhelmed by everything that's been building up inside you.

In the midst of the studio's creative chaos, you find Hyunjin, his back turned to you as he adds strokes to a canvas that's as tumultuous as the current state of your relationship.

"Why do you keep doing this, Hyunjin?" Your voice cuts through the silence, a mix of hurt and frustration. "You've been in here for days, and I feel like you're just leaving me to... to just rot out there!"

Hyunjin's hand pauses mid-air, the tension palpable. He turns, a frown etched on his face. "It's not about you," he says with a sigh. "This is my work, my art. It demands my time."

"But what about us?" you counter, the hurt in your voice growing. "Your art might need you, but I need you too. We're supposed to be in this together, but I feel so alone."

He sets his brush down, facing you fully now. "I'm not trying to be selfish, but you knew how important this is to me. Can't you see that I'm doing this for us, for our future?"

“Our future doesn't exist in just your paintings, Hyunjin! It's here, between us, and it's fading away while you're lost in your colors and canvases!" Your words hang heavy in the air, an undeniable truth that even his art can't paint over.

"do you want to end up homeless because without this we will have nothing" His words cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving. "You just sit around, contributing nothing!"

your jaw clenches, disbelief painting your features. How could he be so blind? The house—its cleanliness, the meals that grace the table, the very fabric of your shared life—it's all maintained by your hands. And when he burrows into the depths of his creative fervor, it's you who ensures he doesn't wither away, lost in his canvas-strewn sanctuary. You're the one who remembers life beyond the art, who keeps the world turning while he's lost in his work.

Yet here he stands, accusing you of idleness, oblivious to the love and labor you pour into every corner of your shared existence. The sting of his ignorance is a physical ache in your chest.

“fuck you!" The words erupt from you, a volcanic release of pent-up hurt and frustration, before he turns on his heel, leaving nothing but the echo of the slammed door and a heart fracturing in his wake. The betrayal is a bitter pill, the taste lingering on your tongue. To him, are you truly nothing but a shadow, an accessory to his life of vibrant hues and bold strokes?

The silence of the house wraps around you, a cold embrace as you grapple with the shards of a love you thought unbreakable.

Time seemed to crawl as you grappled with the aftermath of the confrontation. Could it be true that his devotion to art overshadowed the bond you both nurtured? His absence left a void, and questions about his return loomed large in your mind, shrouded in a haze of uncertainty. The complexity of your emotions was overwhelming, and in an effort to find clarity, you sought refuge in the warm embrace of a shower. As the water cascaded over you, it seemed to carry away some of the sorrow, the familiar fragrance of your shampoo evoking memories of Hyunjin—how he cherished its scent, always breathing it in with a tender kiss on your forehead.

Resolved to calm your restless thoughts, you emerged from the shower, selecting a pair of charming lace panties and a simple white tank top from the wardrobe you both shared. A reflective pause in front of the mirror preceded your journey to the kitchen, where you crafted a mug of soothing warm tea. Cradling the comfort in your hands, you stepped out onto the balcony, the view from your apartment unfolding before you. It was there, amidst the tranquility, that recollections of joyous times spent with Hyunjin surfaced, before the tide of your relationship turned so tumultuous.

The love you held for him was profound, yet his seeming indifference left you adrift in a sea of whys. As the hour approached, worry began to knit your brow, the absence of any sign from Hyunjin igniting a concern for his whereabouts.

——————

The faint jingle of keys disrupts the quietude, signaling his return. Uncertainty grips you; should you greet him with open arms or brace yourself for another disappointment? As he steps through the house, the choice is made for you. You remain still, feigning ignorance of his presence, your body bare except for the delicate fabric of your tank top, a stark contrast to the cool balcony tiles.

The door closes with a firm click, and the sound of his footsteps grows louder, a steady drumbeat heralding his approach. Suddenly, his arms are around you, an unexpected embrace that sends a jolt through your body. "I'm sorry, you are infinitely more important than my art," he murmurs, his voice laced with remorse. You can't help but relent a little, his warmth seeping into your chilled skin.

"It wasn't about the art," you manage to say, your voice a mix of sadness and frustration. "It's feeling undervalued, as if my contributions are invisible to you." The words hang heavily between you, a confession of your innermost feelings. A tear threatens to escape, a tangible sign of your emotional toil. "I strive to fill our days with happiness, yet it seems to go unnoticed."

You're enveloped in a silence that's both comforting and tense, the air thick with unspoken words. Then, the soft touch of his lips on your shoulder breaks the stillness, a silent plea for forgiveness, coaxing you to turn and face him.

Enthralled by his magnetic charm, you find yourself lost in the depths of his gaze, eyes shimmering with the remnants of tears shed. A tide of regret engulfs him as he confronts the sorrow etched upon your features, a sorrow he inadvertently sculpted.

"I love you beyond measure. We'll carve out more time just for us," he vows, his voice a tender murmur. His eyes, once a fortress, now betray a vulnerability, a sheen of uncried tears mirroring your own. "You are the essence of my existence, and I hold dear every sacrifice you've made."

In a moment charged with raw emotion, you reach for him, fingers grasping the fabric of his shirt, drawing him into an ardent embrace. Your lips collide, a tempestuous dance that obliterates all distance between you. As passion crescendos, his hands explore the landscape of your back, a silent ode to your shared connection.

The caress of his lips on your skin leaves a trail of warmth, even as the cool night air brushes against you. Each kiss is deliberate, a silent promise of his yearning, and with every brush of his lips, the thrill of being out in the open, on the balcony, heightens your senses. The anticipation builds with each second that passes without his touch, and now that he's here, the hunger in his actions is unmistakable.

His breath against your neck sends another wave of chills, contrasting the heat that's pooling within you. The adrenaline of possibly being seen intertwines with the longing you've harbored during his absence. His touch is insistent, a testament to his own need as he slides the strap of your tank top, baring you to the night and to his gaze.

The sensation of his mouth on your breast, the mixture of his warmth and the cool breeze, is intoxicating. As he lavishes attention on your nipple, his tongue painting slow circles.

“fuck” you can't help but voice your pleasure. His groan vibrates against you, a deep sound of longing that echoes your own feelings.

turning you around, the cityscape becomes your backdrop, and his hands are firm on your hips making sure to hold you up. The slide of your panties is a whisper in the night, and his fingers are deft as they explore, sending jolts of pleasure through you with every movement. It's a dance as old as time, his skill with his hands a familiar path to ecstasy.

The passage of time seems to dissolve as he unzips his pants, the sound cutting through the stillness of the room. With a deft motion, he eases his boxers down just enough to liberate himself from their confines. Positioning himself at your entrance, the mere brush of his tip against you feels like liberation from an age-old yearning. The months of solitude, of only your own touch to satiate your desires, now seem a distant memory.

As he enters you, a chorus of deep moans escapes from both your lips, a testament to the intensity of the connection. "It's so tight," he murmurs, a hint of awe lacing his voice. His concern is palpable; he fears that any premature movement might bring about a swift end to this long-awaited union.

The initial thrust is a mix of eagerness and caution, as if he's navigating uncharted territory. The sensation of being filled, stretched so exquisitely, sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. He follows with another, more urgent thrust, and you can't help but clench around him, a reflexive response to the overwhelming sensation.

“enjoy the view while i’m fucking you," he whispers, his hand drifting to initiate an exquisite dance upon your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your core. Compelled by his command, your eyes flutter open to the celestial canvas above, yet the allure of his gaze draws you back. Craning your neck, you steal a look at him—his focus intense, his movements deliberate—each thrust a promise of restraint, a slap withheld. His eyes lock onto yours, heavy with desire, and you feel the tension spiral within, escalating rapidly until it shatters, leaving you breathless, stifling your cries of ecstasy. He follows suit, his rhythm losing finesse as he succumbs, “baby i’m gonna cum” a fervent declaration escaping him as he collapses, his warmth enveloping you.

in the aftermath, you nudge him gently, a silent plea to seek refuge beneath the cover of your bed, embarrassed by what just took place moments ago. Hyunjin complies, his demeanor not of shame but of quiet triumph. He tucks you in, his lips finding your forehead in a tender reassurance, dispelling any fears of prying eyes. Nestled in his embrace, drowsiness overtakes you, “ i love you” his murmured affection lingering in the air. You acknowledge it with a weary nod, contentment flooding you as you drift into slumber, wrapped in the security of his arms. Forgiveness can wait; for now, this bliss is all that matters.

[breaddwoo]

-Smitten (pt 2)-

pairing: wednesday x vamp! reader

word count: 3.22k

warnings: slight nsfw, blood

desc: part 2 of bloody kisses. oh how the tables have turned :)

a/n: i love her so so much ughhggh and idk what to write for my next fic T_T

edit: to save myself from writers block, requests are open if anyone has any! :))

an alarm rung throughout the room. you turned, trying to escape the sound.

instead, you found yourself spooning something, or someone. your groggy eyes tried to focus on the figure laying on the other side of the bed.

braided hair, black pajamas and pale skin. the intruder in your bed was wednesday.

oh fuck, she's still here?

your mind tried to recount what happened the night before; why did little miss emotionless spend the night with you?

then, like a ship protruding from the mist of a foggy harbor, you remembered: the bite. holding her, feeling up her cold skin. and the intense make-out session that lasted for literal hours. the memory made you cover your face in embarrassment, more so from your own pride than anyone else in the room.

you lifted yourself slightly to grab your phone. it lay on the side table next to wednesday. with the weight of your elbow dipping the sheets next to her, her sleeping form tilted towards you.

trying the tactic of carefully reaching over wednesday was fruitless; her eyelids fluttered open to you hovering over her.

wednesday's brows furrowed a bit, taking in the scene above her. your t-shirt from the night before was gone; one strap of your bra hung loosely at your arm. you still wore your fuzzy pajama pants, but that didn't make you look any less lewd; especially with your hair a mess and dried blood looking like smeared lipstick on your lips.

"shit- sorry!" you yelped, practically tumbling to your side of the bed.

you grabbed a nearby blanket and used it to cover your face, afraid she'd see the blush tainting your pale skin.

"what were you doing?" she questioned with a shaky morning voice. it was honestly adorable.

through the plush throw, she heard a small, "trying to check the time."

then, she noticed. around this time of year, class starts at the break of dawn. through the window, muted sunlight cast a spotlight in the middle of the bed.

slowly, she turned to the phone on the side table a few inches from her. picking it up, the electric device confirmed her fears.

"... it's ten past eight."

"fuck," you cursed to yourself, throwing off the blanket and climbing toward the edge of the bed. the devil was hard at work today as the sheets caught on your ankle; trying to save yourself, you grabbed onto wednesday's thin arm as an anchor.

unfortunately, she wasn't expecting the added weight. you both crashed to the hardwood floor, a loud thump following the collapse of sheets and pillows.

wednesday propped herself up, noticing that her fall was cushioned by your body. white bed linen covered the spectle, though she could still see you under the thin fabric.

you looked up at her, adrenaline keeping your eyes wide open. she was poised above you with the sheet hung over her messy bed head. the entire world that surrounded you was white, wednesday's hair and pajamas a dark contrast to the colorless dimension.

then, you laughed. big, hearty laughs that made tears prick at the corners of your eyes. wednesday was bemused, unable to understand the joyous action despite the trouble they would soon be in.

"s-sorry," you said through the laughter, "it's just- we really are screwed aren't we?"

wednesday didn't quite grasp what was funny about this situation. regardless of her confusion, she still couldn't help but soften the tension in her expression at the sight of such a pure reaction.

sitting up, you removed the sheet from her head. wednesday sat with her knees on either side of your legs. you smiled at her, a sense of content corroding your heart.

the smile made wednesday feel weird. an uncomfortable thought circulated in her head:

why can't i stop staring at her?

you stood, offering the brooding girl your hand.

"hurry to your dorm, we can't arrive at the same time or people will notice," you said, ushering her towards the door and unlocking it. wednesday walked out into the hallway, heading toward ophelia hall.

before she made it to the end of yours, you stuck your head out of the open door and said, "see you later!" then clicked it shut.

she stood there for a moment, looking at the place you'd just been.

she slapped a hand onto her mouth as a smile dared to creep up to her lips; the word 'later' definitely made that sentence an unspecified invitation.

all these mystifying thoughts put her in a bad mood as she walked towards her dorm and the scolding she'd soon receive from principal weems.

> > >

when wednesday made it to her first class, it was already fourth period. it was actually a period she shared with you; she might as well not have, though, as you sat on the opposite side of the room.

dozens of eyes were trained on her as she opened the classroom door.

she scanned the students, looking for one in particular. finding you in the far right corner, she noticed that xavier was your seat partner. she'd never seen him sit with you before.

why would he randomly sit with you now?

"... ednesday."

the voice of her fourth period teacher faded into a discernible sound as she was pulled from her thoughts. she moved her eyes to the, now fuming, educator.

"are you awake or are you just sleep walking, miss addams?" she mocked, shaking her head.

wednesday said nothing. a couple students chuckled as the teacher continued to berate her for her tardiness.

you stood out of you chair to protest, "she was helping me study last night, it's not her fault."

the teacher snapped her neck towards you, pointing a jeering finger in your direction.

"don't try to defend her miss (l/n), especially when you're only a few minutes earlier than she is."

you wanted to say more, but you puffed your cheeks in frustration and slumped into your seat. wednesday was surprised, not expecting you to hint to the class that you shared a relationship deeper than classmate acquaintances.

as she headed to her desk with silent steps, she didn't miss the hand that xavier placed on your back. he leaned towards your ear and whispered something, causing you to giggle.

and this continued. throughout the entire lecture. xavier would whisper something and you'd laugh. he'd write something in his sketchbook and you'd smile in response.

wednesday had never experienced a class period with such an uncomfortable prickling in her stomach. every time xavier interacted with you, she wanted to reenact a guillotine execution with xavier as the beheaded.

she was used to being in a sour mood. this was very different. bouncing her leg, she continued to stare daggards towards your desk. even without an artistic ability, she sketched out the execution, fully intending on handing the artwork to the boy who occupied your attention.

the ring of the dismissing bell was like music to her steaming ears.

before she could walk up to you, xavier seemed to have swept you off into the hall of bustling students. murderous intent emitted around her as she stomped after you.

waving xavier off to his next class, you turn to see wednesday with a scowl tarnishing her pretty face. a look of concern graced your features.

"uh, you okay wednesday?" your question came off awkwardly, unsure if she'd even respond.

her stare was intense as she asked, "since when were you and xavier best friends?"

the question threw you off guard. why would she care?

"we've always been friends, sort of. he just came up to me today and asked to sit in the vacant seat, so why not?" you replied.

wednesday's frown had basically turned her into a ball of negative energy, more than usual. most of the students has already entered their classes and the hallway was abandoned.

she took this opportunity to grab the tie of your uniform and pull your face close to hers. it wasn't a harsh movement, but definitely bold.

"come to my room tonight," she ordered, her usually dreary tone dripping with jealousy that you couldn't identify.

you shook your head, "what about enid?"

without a second to spare, she replied, "I'll make sure she's somewhere else. meet me at midnight."

with that, she released you and headed toward her next class. you were in a daze, unsure of how to feel. then the bell rang, and you practically ran a marathon as you sprinted to class.

> > >

these shenanigans continued over the next couple of weeks.

whether it would be in your room (which she now learned you shared with yoko), wednesday's dorm or the greenhouse full of carnivorous plants, each space was used as a haven for your private affair.

since drinking this much blood would leave wednesday in critical condition, you now mostly pierced her skin and nothing more. she didn't mind; the act itself was enough to leave her mind soaring.

what she did mind, though, was how much closer you were with xavier outside of these performances. she almost felt like a fuck buddy hidden from a relationship, without the actual sex. it's not like you shared physical contact with xavier like you did with wednesday, but she envied that you could show him off like a trophy and not her.

of course, you knew none of this. during the sessions, she would say close to nothing; maybe comment on the makeup you wore that day or how the investigation on the hyde was going.

neither of you spoke about the make-out session from weeks prior; it was an unspoken flaw in your complicated friendship.

all of this came to a head the night that wednesday caught you in the courtyard crying, with xavier as your savior.

she hid behind one of the pillars, eaves dropping despite thing motioning her to leave. she slapped him away, trying to listen.

sniffles made up a great deal of what she heard. then, she finally heard you say in a shaky voice, "i don't know what to do. my feelings won't change."

she made out the sound of shuffling -maybe a hug- and xavier's comforting words, "i know, it's okay. i'll help you understand them and i'll be here when you need me."

wednesday's veins were boiling rivers. all this time, despite her fighting against it, she knew she was falling for you. the way you carefully held her; the way you always cleaned up the wounds left behind by your fangs.

each were acts of kindness that melted wednesday's frozen heart. as she listened, she felt frosty walls cage her emotions once more.

thing tapped her shoulder again, silently begging her to leave. this time she didn't smack him away. this time she listened.

> > >

with the pun fully intended, your meet up days were usually wednesdays.

tonight was scheduled at the greenhouse. you prepared early, wanting to surprise wednesday. your good health was all thanks to her and you wanted to repay what she had done for you.

the room full of deadly plants looked like a halloween party. although it was getting close to christmas, orange and purple lights hung around the arboretum, illuminating the space with vibrant colors.

you bought a couple of those creepy taxidermied animals from the hippie shop in jericho, hoping to give them to wednesday as gifts.

as you looked at the space in excitement, wednesday marched to the glass house with the intent to break off everything your relationship had been built on.

you could hear the crunching of her heavy boots outside. giggling, you turned the lights off and hid behind one of the many rows of plants. when the mossy door swung open, you flicked the light switch on.

wednesday's coal colored irises reflected the bright hues as she took everything in at once. the gifts wrapped in black cellophane, the small pillow fort set up in the corner, your smiling face.

she didn't understand. you were with xavier. there's no reason for you to do nice things like this. the confusion angered her further and she looked at you with burning eyes.

"no more, (y/n)."

your happy expression fell off your face as you processed her sharp words. confusion replaced it.

"wha- huh? wednesday, what do you mean?" you asked, walked over to her.

she stood her ground, knuckles turning white as she gripped the sides of her trench coat, "i don't want to do this anymore. there's no point when you have a companion like xavier. you no longer need me," her words came out like a rehearsed speech.

the many questions written on your face disappeared with understanding.

"you think xavier and i are together?" you questioned, quirking a brow.

wednesday's knitted together in return, "he's always with you. how could i not?"

you placed both hands over your mouth, trying not to burst out laughing. she really was too cute.

"are you..." your voice wavered, restraining a giggle, "are you jealous?"

she straitened a little at the accusation.

"of course not."

your fangs flashed with a huge smile as you took her in your arms, practically crushing her, "you totally are! you're jealous!"

she shook her head vehemently, squirming from the hug. you refused to let her go. though wednesday was stiff in the embrace, she couldn't help but fight against the urge to hug you back.

slowly, she stopped wriggling. your smile fadded a bit, but you didn't stop holding her.

"i'm sorry," you said quietly.

"what for?"

you sighed, "you've done so much for me and all i've done is hide away you and our- uh, relationship?"

you pulled away from wednesday, holding her by the shoulders as you looked into her eyes that swirled with uncertainty.

"what- what are we?" you ask.

she opened her mouth, eyes looking to the ground. nothing came out.

"i don't know."

"wednesday, we kissed. you kissed me. i know we've been avoiding this, but- you know what, why don't i just tell you why i've been spending so much time with xavier."

now you had wednesday's full attention. sitting on the floor, your hand wandered to hers. she allowed you to intertwine your fingers; her cold skin a welcome sensation against your own.

taking a deep breath, you began:

"the day we were late for class, xavier's seat had been taken as he was late as well. when he sat next to me, he noticed blood on the side of my mouth. he notified me, but i was horrified. my mind went many places. for some reason, i thought he'd figured me out. even if it wasn't you that he thought i'd done it with.

so, i slipped him a note that said i wanted to talk to him. he'd always been someone i was friends with. just not close, y'know? so, since there was no pressure if he judged me for my actions, i told him everything after school.

i think he knew i was nervous. that's why he kept trying to make me laugh. it definitely helped, even though i still felt like i was going to puke. that's probably why i avoided your gaze the whole period, i felt guilty."

wednesday leaned in a bit, tilting her head, "what reason would you have to be guilty?"

you tried to smile, but it looked to awkward to be natural.

"because.. because i came out to him. i've never told anyone that i'm gay. honestly, i don't know if im bi or lesbian or whatever. i just knew- well, i knew that after that night, i liked you. so, i told him and it ended in a strong bond and maybe some overprotectiveness on his part. i'm really sorry for avoiding you so much, and treating you like this, " you finished, your features sullen as you picked at a weed growing through the crack of a floor tile.

wednesday had no idea what to say. she wanted to keep being angry and to leave so she'd no longer continue to feel such complicated feelings; instead, she knotted your fingers together in a tighter connection.

"i- i don't understand myself. i tell myself i want to leave, but deep down, that's not what i actually want. it seems i want- no, i need you. it makes me yearn for the electric chair in my bedroom back home," she stated, a rare tint of affection bleaching her words.

she liked the smile that rose to your face as she spoke.

with everything out in the open, wednesday decided it was finally time to be truthful with herself and what she desired.

"let's do it again," she said, moving to her hands and knees as she crawled over to you.

"this time," her words practically slurred, "i'm going to be taking a bite out of you."

she placed a hand on your chest, pushing you carefully to the ground. her body creeped over your own, black braids brushing your eyelids.

"what do you mean-" you tried to ask, but she leaned down and kissed you to end the query.

the neckline of your oversized t-shirt was big enough to stretch to the side, exposing your own neck to her. you wanted to say something, anything; but you were too dazed from the small peck she left on your lips.

she leaned down, breath fanning over your ear as she whispered, "this may hurt a little."

a line of saliva began at your ear lobe to the base of your neck, connecting to your collarbone. you whimpered a little, unable to see the smirk that curled at the edge of wesnesday's mouth.

she loved the control she had over your body; this was a new form of torture that she was unacquainted with but adored all the same.

wednesday wanted to see your neck with a matching bite mark. she knew xavier was innocent in this, but she still wanted him to know that you were hers. normally this would irk her. for now, it excited her beyond words.

her teeth nipped at your nude skin. whenever you would sigh with want, her teeth would bite down a little harder. the noises you made tested her restraint.

you now understood why wednesday loved the way you tainted her; cloud nine wasn't even close to how you felt. every part of you was aching for her.

looking at the hickey she had made, wednesday admired her work. seeing you come completely undone under her touch put all her feelings into perspective; she wanted you and only you.

your hands cupped the sides of her face, guiding her lips to connect with your own. the kiss was wet and loud, even wednesday releasing quiet moans.

hands tangled through hair and fangs mixed blood with teenage lust. your legs circled her waist while she hovered over you in full control.

retreating from the kiss, wednesday's eyes matched yours with a similar glaze. she wanted to rip off your shirt and ravish you, never having felt sexual desire before.

her fingers tugged at the hem of your pajama pants. she pulled them off with your assistance. you felt embarrassed by the nude skin exposed to the frigid night air.

her long lashes tickled the insides of your thighs, sending waves to your core.

"i love you," you breathed out.

wednesday looked up from between your thighs, something sexy and sinister in her eyes;

"i'm quite smitten with you as well."

her head dipped down once more.

[luveline]

Hi!! I love your steve zombie au stuff i’ve read every single one! Idk If you’re comfortable but I’d love something about their first time together, even if it’s just them talking afterwards. I feel like they’d be so sweet and loving with each other. Just both be really happy to have that moment. No worries if not! I just really love your writing!!

hi thank you for your request! i changed it a little, hope it’s still okay! steve zombie au —you and Steve spend a few minutes in the afterglow of one of your first times together, 1k, fem!reader. MDNI 18+ ONLY – mature themes

When Steve lets go of your thigh, it aches. You let it flop to one side into the sheets, your hands reaching out for his naked chest as your own rises and falls. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. It takes him a lot longer to catch his breath than you, and for good reason.

"C'mere," you say, knowing you sound silly but unable to help it. You need a hug right now. "Steve–" 

"I am," he promises, sitting on his haunches, a towel in hand. "Don't worry, look– lay back some more. There, honey." 

Steve lies down on top of you in bed. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach. You get your arms behind each other's shoulders and cling. 

"How was that?" he asks, still breathless as he turns his face on the pillow next to your head. His lips skips against your jaw with each word, he's so close to you.

You're getting better at knowing what you want, what he wants, and how to make it happen. The first time had been good, amazingly romantic and with a lot of happy crying, but a short mess. This time had been longer, slower, as loving as your first go but undeniably charged.

"Perfect," you say under your breath. 

"Flatterer." 

"Is it okay for you, going slow for so long?" you ask. 

Steve massages your shoulder absent-mindedly, fingers flat to the back of it and thumb rubbing the hill. "I kind of need to. Or it'll… I'd finish too quickly." 

"I don't mind if you want to do that," you say, enacting some massaging of your own. Your palm roves from between his shoulder blades to the soft hair at the back of his neck. 

"I want it to be good for you," he says. 

"'N' I want it to be good for you," you say. 

"It is good for me, honey. I almost called you 'loser', but I didn't, because you need to listen to me." His lips touch your cheek lightly as he lifts his head, a purposeful and loving touch. "It's better than good for me. I sort of hope you'd be able to tell–" 

You start laughing, embarrassed by his implication even while he's naked on top of you, and super, super in love with him. "You did sound like you were having fun," you croon. 

He groans and tucks his face into your neck. 

"You're not as loud," he says after a moment. "Is that… is that my fault?" 

"I was holding my breath for most of it," you confess. You don't mean to, but the pressure, the warmth, the feeling of his skin on yours, it can tip into overwhelming. A good overwhelming, but overwhelming all the same. 

"What?" He pushes himself up onto an elbow, his eyebrows pulled together in a heart-warming concern. "Did I hurt you?" 

"No, no," you say, again with an embarrassed, breathy laugh. "Stevie," —said softly, always— "it doesn't hurt, it's the opposite of hurting. I feel so– it feels…" 

His eyebrows relax. Steve nods, curls of sweat-damp hair around his face jolting with the movement. "I know. I swear it feels better if you don't hold back." 

"Not holding back." 

"A bit." 

"What if I make some really weird noise that turns you off?" 

"I think," he says, leaning down inch by inch, "that would be physically impossible." 

He kisses you sweetly, and then less so. Your lips part as he presses down on you, his hand cupping your cheek if only to hold you still. You have a bad habit of pulling up and knocking your teeth together. 

"I liked the rough part too," you say. 

He kisses your top lip lazily, but through his ardency he manages a hum. Go on?

"I liked how you got more, um, forceful… and it didn't hurt like last time, don't get stressed." 

Last time, you'd asked him to be rougher sooner, and it pinched. It wasn't a big deal —you told him what it felt like and he stopped to make it better. Today, there'd been no need to stop. You'd asked him once not to stop, and he'd made a sound you'd never heard from him, a throaty groan that has heat rising to your cheeks remembering it, and the feeling of his hand tightening its grip on your thigh. 

"Going slow is the answer to all our problems," Steve says. He takes your face into both hands and rubs your cheeks with his thumb, one then the other. It has you squinting with each pass. 

"That's not true," you murmur. 

"I know you like some stuff fast," Steve says, salacious and not. He gives you a quick, tight squeeze, kissing a stripe of nose-smushed, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your face before he pulls away. "Do me a favour? If the small sounds are any example, I really wanna hear the big ones. I need to, actually, or I'm not gonna make it." 

You put a hand over his heart. 

"Idiot," you say, and push him away from you. 

Steve pretends to be pushed before plummeting back down for another smacking kiss, pressed to your cheek. 

"Love you," he says, his eyes closed. "Love you. I love you." 

"I love you too," you say. 

"I love you," he says again, quieter than before. 

"I know, handsome. I love you too." 

His hand wanders down your side. You've started to feel his weight in your stomach, and his touch fosters a second kind of heaviness. 

"Do you want to go again?" he asks quietly. Long fingers trail back up your waist, goosebumps erupting in their wake. 

You drag your foot upward, knee rising, and close him in with your thigh. He takes it for the yes that it is and leans in for another kiss.

[blue-thief]

egonoa ramblings/headcanons(?)/theories(?)/baseless speculation idk

they probably met as teens

they were not friends, but they were the closest thing to being a friend for each other

like no one else liked these guys so they were the only ones who hung out with each other 😭😭

even though they were probably surrounded by a bunch of people passionate about soccer/football, they were way more intense about it compared to everyone else - they were the only ones who could match each other's freaks

outsiders would see them bicker all the time but they would assume that ultimately, deep down, they care for each other

a part of them did like each other but their intense envy really did poison every good moment they had

i would like to imagine that one of them had feelings of fondness that just barely outweighed resentment when they were younger though

there was just a pinchhh of unrequitedness in their relationship

if i had written this earlier i would have said that was noa but now i think it would most likely be ego

especially since, for whatever reason, ego was unable to keep up with noa for whatever reason, that one-sided aspect to their relationship makes everything sting a little more

in the present day, that doesn't really haunt him though - he's just focused on setting someone else up to take noa's place as the world's best in ego's stead

but even if ego liked noa more than noa liked him, he never expressed that much when they were younger

noa was the one who made the greatest effort to further their relationship

also random cuter hc noa called ego "jin"

ego always called noa weird. noa just accepted it because he didn't have much of an understanding of what was considered "normal" and didn't think ego was much of a weirdo either 😭😭

ego loved armchair diagnosing noa with the most random mental illnesses and disorders and noa would just roll with it 😭😭😭

they mostly communicated in french and occasionally english, and ego loved muttering random stuff in japanese to drive noa insane

noa tries to learn japanese to understand what he's saying. ego picks up tagalog or something to keep him on his toes

they wish they had each other's diets growing up

"on good days i was able to buy myself a bag of chips from the convenience store."

*ego picking at a plate of plain chicken, rice, and broccoli* "fucking lucky."

[crazypsychonerdstuff]

Excuse the extremely detailed request, but if you are ok with it, could you do a Black Hat x reader oneshot where the reader is a demon/eldritch abomination similar to Black Hat and they work for him and they both have feelings for eachother but neither of them say anything for a long time and it eventually takes reader getting injured in some way for him to confess to her?

For some background to where the idea came from, My horse pushed me over the other day into a patch of nettles and they stung my hand and arm pretty bad and I had a reaction that meant I needed to get antihistamines from the doctor because it was so bad. while I was recovering, I was struggling to do everyday tasks as the grip in my hand was affected, and I kept dropping stuff and not able to grip thinklgs like door handles properly! It got me thinking how would our favourite eldritch horror react if the person he secretly cared about was injured? Not enough to put them out of action completely, but more just an inconvenience that was affecting their day to day life?

I also remember thinking at one point "what if he kissed it better? Like, his kisses literally made it better? eldritch saliva having healing properties or something?" Idk. It popped into my head and it seemed like an interesting concept at the time!

Sorry if this is too detailed or weird! You don't have to write it if you don't want to! I just don't see many active blogs that write for Black Hat at the moment!

-🍉

Oh no! Hope you're feeling better now! Bad horse!

Sorry this is so late btw... it's been sat half finished in my drafts since before Christmas! 😱

Hope this will suffice! It's been too long since I've written anything other than headcanons!! I think the extra detail and context actually helped me write this, so thanks!

CW: mildly suggestive? If you squint? Thought I'd mention it just in case. Eldritch abomination licks your hand. So if that makes anyone uncomfortable, I guess... 🤷

Anyhow, without further ado:

CRASH!

That was the fourth time you'd dropped something today. Luckily though, it was almost time for you to retire from your cleaning duties for the night, but before you had chance to pick up the dropped items, Black Hat growled at you, his fangs showing in a vicious snarl. "What's wrong with you?! you're being even more of a klutz than usual."

You growled back, not intimidated in the least by the other eldritch creature. "I hurt my hand earlier, but what do you care?"

Black Hat huffed and rolled his eyes, his voice becoming softer than you though possible for him: "Why didn't you say something? What did you do?" he put his pen down and turned to face you fully; 'was he actually implying he was going to listen to me?' You thought in disbelief.

"I fell in some of those damned 'killer nettles' of yours when I went out to fetch something." You snarled back, fangs showing slightly in agitation, though any malice remaining in your voice no longer directed at the other Demon but at yourself for your own clumsiness.

His face dropped, the remainder of his malevolent snarl transforming to a look of pure worry, something that looked unsettlingly foreign coming from him: "You bloody idiot! Why didn't you tell me? Those things cause paralysis, you're lucky you're not human, or you'd likely be unable to move for days at the very least. You could be dead!"

You were taken aback by his clear concern, thoughts rushing through your head 'Was he alright? This wasn't like him. Was this even Black Hat sat in front of you right now?' You looked at him not quite sure what to say or do. "Sir?"

"Come here. And don't call me 'sir' when we're alone." His voice was quiet, and despite maintaining his usual air of confidence, the eldritch being refused eye contact, instead looking to the papers on his desk.

"But Si- Black Hat..." as if you were not already confused, his lack of spite really threw you off guard.

"Just come here, will you?" he held out a gloved hand to you. "I just want to check the damage it's done. I'm not going to bite you." If you didn't know better, you'd have said that a small smirk played on his lips at that last comment.

Hesitantly, you took a step toward him, reaching out your injured hand to rest it in his outstretched one. The moment your hands came into contact with each other, he gently pulled you over to where he was sat, the suddenness of the movement causing you to lose your balance and fall into his lap.

Black Hat grinned. "Not so bad, was it? Now, let me see the damage." He turned your hand over in his own, which was surprisingly warm. You'd always imagined he'd be cold for some reason...

You breathed an internal sigh of relief when his attention was no longer on your face and instead on your hand, for by now, you were certain your face had become a shade of red to rival a tomato.

"It could have been a lot worse, but luckily for you, your reactions seem similar to my own. Without treatment, it should return to normal in a few days." he looked back up at you after assessing the damage done to your hand, "but..." and he paused, bringing your injured hand up to his lips and softly kissed the stinging wound.

If you weren't blushing before, you sure as hell were now. 'Who was this man? And what had he done with my boss?' You thought, a mild panic seeping into you at the out of character display of affection.

Ok, so it was no big secret that you had a crush on the other demon, so needless to say, you quite enjoyed the affection he was practically showering you with - for him at least - but it still seemed wrong, or at least a little off; this was not like Black Hat at all.

You opened your mouth to speak, only to shut it again, unable to form words as his forked tongue slipped out to gently lick the stinging red patch covering the palm of your hand and part of your wrist, all the time maintaining eye contact. Despite the embarrassing position, you were beyond grateful for the fact that you were sitting down as you was positive that, had you been standing, your legs would have given out the moment his lips touched your skin.

"... But, with the appropriate remedy, it should be better by tomorrow morning." The eldritch creature smiled, actually smiled - not his usual malevolent, twisted grin - at you. "As you know, to lesser beings, an eldritch being such as myself's saliva is positively lethal, but to a creature of a similar nature, it has rather potent healing properties." The eldritch's arm around your waist tightened slightly, pulling you back against his firm chest.

"Black -" your voice was barely above a whisper, too stunned to say much else.

He purred quietly next to your ear in response before nuzzling into your neck affectionately. "You have no idea what you do to me, my dear."

his quiet voice, along with his breath fanning over your burning skin, sent pleasant shivers down your spine, and it took all of your willpower not to lean back and melt completely into his warm embrace. "wha-what's got into you, sir? Are y-are you feeling alright?"

"Never better, my love..." He hummed, leaning his chin on your shoulder. "I regret not telling you sooner, it's been torturing me since you came to work for me..." he paused for a moment as if considering whether to actually tell you or not. "...I love you."

those three words stunned you into complete silence. what had Demencia put in his coffee?!

"Sir... I-I'm not sure what is wrong with you, but you are not yourself... I think maybe I should get Flug." not that you didn't like the attention you were getting from your boss, just that it was not like him at all and you were by now convinced that somebody (Demencia) had somehow gotten him drunk for some terrible prank.

"Look, don't get Flug there's nothing he can do. It is true that I love you and I have ever since you came to work for me..." it was Black Hat's turn to avoid eye contact. "I know, you find it hard to believe, and so did I for a long time, but I guess flug has his uses after all, as it was his slip up that gave me the confidence to finally confess." The eldritch abomination suddenly didn't seem so terrifying to you. In fact, he seemed, dare you think, quite sweet.

You finally gave in and melted into his embrace; "I love you too, Black Hat." You brought your hand up to the side of his head and tilted your own so that your lips met his own.

[maraudersfan-club]

Remus lupin would be the softest sweetest most awesome boyfriend of all times

He is the kind of boyfriend to wake you up in he morning with kisses and with whispering sweet little nothing's in your ears , making sure you wake up with a smile on your face

He would walk with you to the great hole , and while you are walking he would either talk to you about the last book he read , or one of the things that happened in the few classes that you two didn't share and visa versa.

Sometimes you would walk in silence just devouring each other's presence , both left in your own thoughts

When you'd reach your table , you'd sometimes sit besides each other and other times against.

Usually the boys would reach the table 5-10 minutes after you did , because they are always grasping a few more minutes in bed

He would make two of his infamous moony toast , sharing the one with you , while you made his coffee

You two do not depend on each other , but it's obvious to everyone that you are in sink , both working together towards the same goal

Then you would fill your plate with other goodies to eat. Sometimes when it's close to the full moon he would neglect to eat much so you'd take some food with you in a paper towel , knowing that he gets hungry

Other times you'd claim not to be hungry , so he would do he same for you

You would walk together to class talking to the boys about maybe a new prank to do , or about James progress with a mystery boy- Sirius is always curious about who it is but James is not telling him, or anyone for the fact - or Sirius would tell you about what he did to the last party he attended

You didn't sit together, rather Remus sat in front from you in classes. Mainly because you didn't want Sirius and James to sit together and also because he often claimed that he could not sit next to you because "your beauty distracts him making unable to take proper notes in class"

At lunch the boys would sit together and you with the girls (marlene lily and Mary) would usually sit together and talk about anything. A lot of times the two groups would merge and then chaos ensued in there

You would continue your classes and at the afternoon you'd hang out with him or Lily in he library since your studying styles where similar . You'd rest a little in the common room , with all your boys , but more often than not you'd end up wondering around

Usually you'd go for 30 minute walks around the castle or the school grounds

Most nights in which you went at the astrology tower you met Regulus and you'd sir there and talk.

There's times in which you went to the forbidden forest you'd usually meet Xenophilous Lovegood , and you'd talk about whatever obscure creature was circling him mind at the time.

Some times you'd meet some friendly Slytherin in the halls and you'd take some walks around the halls together in silence or not

Other you'd meet Slytherins that did not like you , but fortunately , no one really tried to hurt you (except for snivellous and his friend group) make it be because Remus lupin was scary and noone wanted to mess with his girlfriend, because you are friendly to everyone not depending on the house , or maybe even because you were one true marauder , quick at spells and hexes

Once you'd get back from your walk you'd talk a tad bit with the girls and then you'd ho with Remus at his dorm. You'd sleep together more often than not. You'd usually fall asleep listening to him read a book. Actually it wasn't the story that got you to get to sleep , but his voice. Soft and earthy. His voice felt like home to you. When you heard him whispering at you , you always felt a little bit safer

Thia took a weird turn ig?? Idk what I am doing I am just writing what feels good to me

[max-nico]

Shadow's development Headcanons

Started off looking like more of some .. creature than a hedgehog

Like way too many or not enough limbs, especially because of the Black Doom DNA

I'm imagining him having one eye and being more of a scaly texture but still oddly goopy lol as well as not having hands or fingers and instead having some tentacle type things

Between getting experimented on and his normal growth he eventually grew to look like a normal mobian hedgehog with some key differences

The differences being, the whites of his eyes having a light green tint, too many teeth, every joint is double jointed, quills that are unable to fold down/look relaxed, sharp claws, etc, etc

I also think it'd be fun if one of his feet had one or two extra toes :3

I think at some point during his development he looked like Stitches alien form (from Lilo and stitch)

Whether he can still regrow the limbs now, Gerald manually rewrote his DNA, or one day he just lost the ability to use them is up to you bc idk

Maria watched Shadow grow up essentially from a weird amoeba looking splotch to a semi grown Hedgehog

I headcanon that Shadow's body didn't look like it does now when he originally went into stasis, and he grew while in containment

Hedgehogs aren't supposed to lose quills unless they're under high stress. I think Shadow sheds a lot by nature, and he frequently has to brush his quills to make room for the new ones growing

Teaching Shadow to talk was a rough process. Mostly because he didn't always.. have a mouth.. or hands... so Maria and Gerald had to be on top of figuring out new ways to communicate, just in case

Perfecting his design was painful, Shadow could gain or lose random parts of his body, organs could be grown wrong and bones had to be corrected and moved over and over again, just for the sake of a "perfect" life form

They'd put Shadow back in the Green Tube when they knew a long process was going to be painful, but sometimes he would need to be awake so they could watch his development, but I would hope at least Maria would fight for these processes to be as few and far between as possible

The first words Shadow said were "Maria", "sister", and "pick up"

It took years before Gerald was finally happy with Shadow's look, and even after that he was still being experimented on to track the progression of his steadily growing powers

Things like his enhanced memory, speed, agility, strength, etc

I think Shadow was given his inhibitor rings for ease of retrieval and containment, and it was an easy way to keep track of his powers while not letting him over use them

This is not to say there was nothing redeemable about his childhood. He technically still has good memories to look back on, after all he still had Maria

Anyways uhm yeah, I'm going to post this without proofreading it hopefully that doesn't backfire :D

Feel free to add your headcanons or whatever !!!!

I'm a Tails centric blog, but please hop into my ask box or DMs, I love meeting new people :33

[goblinontour]

a little sneak peek / preview of part 4 because i can’t help myself

The days had begun to blur together in a comforting haze. You found yourself spending more time at Alex's, Mr. Turner's home, even when he wasn't there. It had become a second home, a sanctuary where you could feel close to him, even if he was still stuck at work. The privacy of his place was a solace for you, a retreat from the prying eyes you felt, that forced your relationship into the shadows. Well technically it wasn't a relationship, since you hadn’t outright put a label to the two of you, but pretty much…Yeah. You would say you were in a relationship.

It felt a bit like intruding at first, as if you were stepping into his world, a world you didn't fully belong to. But Alex had reassured you countless times. "I want you here." he would say, his voice firm yet gentle, trying to get you to understand and break past the insecurities, eyes soft with sincerity. You believed him, or at least you tried to, as you navigated through the maze of his home, getting more familiar with the spaces that held little pieces of him.

On this particular day, you had finished classes early and made your way to his place without giving it any thought. It was like your body led you there automatically. The silence that followed as soon as you closed the door behind you was calming, a stark contrast to the usual hustle of campus life. You much preferred it here, where everything smelled like him, where you could feel his touch enveloping you just from the abundance of him in between those walls.

Wandering through the rooms, you ended up in his office, a place that still always seemed to hold an air of mystery. You were afraid of prying too much, but you remembered his words, saying you’re more than welcome to do whatever you wished.

Papers were scattered across his desk, more proof to his chaotic genius. Your eyes fell on a small stack of pages, partially hidden under a textbook. Curiosity piqued, you reached out, hesitant. You shouldn’t, really shouldn’t. But you were unable to stop yourself. As you straightened the papers, the sharp noise of them hitting the wooden desk echoing in your ears, the familiar handwriting caught your eye. Messy, all capital letters, just like when he scribbled on the board during lectures.

And so you began to read…

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i have around 5 different scenes so far, very rough, only finished the first one so i still need to get through the rest and make them decent. and i’d still have some more things i wanna fit in there but we’ll see…i hope it’s not too cringe or something idk i feel weird about it but i think it’s cute, this bit above i mean, you’ll see the context when i finish it. i think you can guess what it’s about based on a thing i mentioned in the last part.

[necrotic-nephilim]

i see your jason/helena/roy idea, and raise you a roy/dick and jason/helena becoming a weird polycule. the two couples keep crossing paths and it somehow turns into a roy/dick/jason/helena relationship.

ooooh YES. especially with the canon history of HelenaDick thown in-

bc then there's the joke/angle ppl always take with JayRoy of "oh Jason keeps stealing Dick's friends/exes", except this time, it's Helena who's Dick's ex that Jason just happened to steal. even funnier if he didn't mean to steal her and the first time they slept together was early on in Jason's Red Hood days and Helena really had no idea that this new guy on the scene had any sort of connection to Bruce or Diick. i think Helena and Jason are a fun couple for "this started as hatefucking but now i go to you if i need to be stitched up and if someone hits on you i'm burning down a building idk what label exists for that, do you" sort of vibe. where they won't say they're dating, even deny they're dating pretty vehemently if they're asked- but also wholly devoted in a "matching each other's freak" sort of way.

meanwhile Dick and Roy have settled into "domestic husbands without a ring" territory. they had their ups and downs in their youth and probably dated as teens, broke up for a few years bc their life paths took them in different directions, but came back together through Dick trying to help with Lian and it naturally worked out into a relationship. they still have their issues but they're sort of seen as the old married couple of the Titans that everyone knew was going to get together sooner or later bc they were the only ppl who could match each other's toxic. bc even at their best, these two are still a hot mess who can't process their emotions individually, let alone together. they argue a lot and will get in each other's face, but they always make up. usually with sex.

and i love the idea they just can't crossing paths. it's bad enough Dick has to see his ex, but his ex with Jason? that's even worse. bc there are all sorts of unresolved feelings around Jason. and it doesn't help that Roy passingly blurts out that yeah, he slept with Helena once while they were on a break. so they try to avoid running into each other on all sides, which makes inevitable team-ups even more awkward. i think it's fun if Helena breaks the tension with a crass joke just so everyone can move on. but one thing leads to another and. i think it's funny if they all swear it's a one-night stand. maybe it's not the first time swinging for one or either couple, so this is a little weird, but they swear to never speak of it again and move on.

i think them being unable to stop seeing each other. Roy is in Gotham to see Dick anyway, but now he's definitely around to see Jason and Helena, to "check up on them". and Dick wants to be angry, but he's doing the same thing. these losers cannot stop running into each other. and they can't stop matching each other's freak. Jason and Helena leave dead bodies at Roy and Dick's doorstep like courting presents, entirely uncoordinated. Dick just wants to be asked out like a normal person, Roy is sort of amused by the whole thing. i love the idea of Jason and Helena convinced they're never going to get anything outside of sex from Dick and Roy so they're sort of trying to outdo each other at some point once they find out about each other's antics, just as a running inside joke. neither of them expect it to actually work until Roy mentions that he made a reservation for four, for his next date with Dick and doesn't say another word bc the invitation is obvious.

i do think they could work well as a real polycule too. all of these characters have some kind of history and are drawn into each other's weird interpersonal lives. and they'd all be wildly possessive over each other, which makes for very fun sex. anyway you're enlightened for this pairing and i am going to be thinking about them nonstop now, ty <3

[kehideni]

There is one thing i'm really wondering about.

When did Rayla fall in love with Callum? I mean i get the why, and i ship it "yay" but she was so good at hiding her emotions i can't really pinpoint when she tipped over from "Callum is a friend." to "I can't lose him."

You can pinpoint when she turned from weird ally to friend. It was when Callum asked her to go to the Banther Lodge, his "heartfelt speech" was relatable to her.

We know she was already aware of her own feelings regarding Callum by the time he did dark magic.

We also know she was already very protective of Callum by the time Villads had to stop the Ruthless because of the storm. "If you die out there, i swear i'll kill you."

Before that they were flying on Phoe-Phoe, and before that they were staying with Lujanne where the only thing remotely suggesting any of her feelings was that she was disgusted by Claudia's clear approach to Callum. Which i hardly accept as Soren was also disgusted eventhough he showed support for Callum's approach to Claudia before. And also because... as an aroace i did find it cringe too. Somehow Claudia's romantic relationships end up being cringe.

I'm sorry, idk how to say it nicely but she doesn't seem to do well in romantic relationships. She is very Azula-esque in many ways(i mean... duh) They are both very close family oriented characters, both are essencially victims of their broken family, both are incredibly talented and powerful despite being hella childish because parents forgot to raise them, oops. And being raised so fked up they seem to be unable to form actually functioning romantic relationships.

Even with Terry, i felt like Terry loves her and Claudia is just happy to have a mostly yes-man by her.

But this is a Rayla post, sidenote over.

On Callum's part i'm fairly sure by the time he used dark magic he returned Rayla's feelings, as unaware of it as he was. I mean dude pretty much decided on a whim to throw his principles out the window for Rayla's sake(and ended up corrupting his own soul in the process but he didn't know that)

You'd think that he didn't love Rayla when they were still with Lujanne because he still had a crush on Claudia, but that's not entirely correct.

In the novelization of season 2, when he hangs out with Claudia he is acutely aware of Rayla's whereabouts and opinions and doesn't want Rayla to see him with her even in pretty normal circumstances. The guy just... didn't think it's weird to be hyper aware of someone who he apparently has no feelings for.

So... what's my guess on when Rayla started feeling more than friendship towards Callum?

Hmmm.

Probably when they made up on the frozen lake where they dropped Zym's egg.

And Callum eeeehhh probably earlier he just didn't know? I mean in chapter 14 "the sad prince" he was completely unaware he drew Rayla and he quickly hid it from her when she returned, eventhough Callum is not shy of his drawings.

Siiigh... book 3's novelization is still months away, i wonder what insight that's gonna give.

[utilitycaster]

Hi! This might be a bit of a weird ask (and a rambly one - sorry!) but you're one of the most level-headed and rational fandom members I know and I might need you to slap some sense into me, so to speak, especially considering you've been vocally critical of Marisha's choices for Laudna before. Now I loved the episode and the inner-party conflict in this episode. It was so fun and investing and tbh I've never been as interested in Laudna as a character as during last episode (she just doesn't work for me on several levels) and I do think Marisha did a stellar job RP wise. But something grated against my nerves about how she said OOC that Laudna hasn't lied. Because Laudna has lied. By omission, deflection or otherwise. It cannot all be attributed to Delilah being the pushing force of that. And I feel weird about Marisha (afaik) not acknowledging that. If she said "Laudna feels like she hasn't lied" it would probably be different but the "I still maintain: Laudna hasn't lied. It wasn't Laudna." at the end of the episode after Laura calls Laudna out for the direct lie about the harness feels kinda trying-to-have-my-cake-and-eat-it-too in this regard. I know that Marisha can make decisions that I don't gel with and make characters that can get under my skin in specific ways (and I enjoy that about her!) but idk maybe I have difficulties putting my trust in her with this because I didn't like a lot of her choices for Laudna so far. Anyway. Maybe I just need to hear from you that I'm being stupid about this and that Marisha is going to handle this in a differentiated way. (also highly unrelated but to end on a more positive note I'm excited for you to catch up on fhjy!)

Hey anon! Thank you for all the kind words, and good news! On CR Cooldown Marisha does clarify she means this as "Laudna is not lying because, whether or not it is correct, this is what she believes". I'm going to talk more below, but hopefully that helps.

For what it's worth, I tend to not put a huge amount of emphasis on things the cast says OOC as compared to what's happening in game, for a number of reasons, and advise others do the same. I think it's really easy for those statements to become outdated or outright contradict the text (remember when people kept bringing up Laura on like, one of the first 4SD episodes saying Imogen tries not to read people's minds and it's like. ok but in canon, she does this ALL the time so this is a useless argument?), the cast is working off more information than we are slash might deliberately be hiding info from each other, and also anything said right after they break is often a really emotional statement that they, as Marisha did here, will immediately either clarify or recant after a few minutes to, well, cool down.

The lies of omission thing is also incredibly rich as a source of conflict here, particularly between Imogen and Laudna, which, as someone who's been very frustrated with a lack of conflict on that front, is very exciting. What happens when you have someone who, in classic warlock fashion, hews to the law of lying (I didn't say anything literally false!) and not the spirit (lying by omission that Delilah was the cause) and who also makes promises she's unable to keep; and she's in a relationship with someone who is exceptionally sensitive to lies by omission, lying in general, and kind of has trouble with people simply not revealing their true intentions? I think Laudna is so suggestible that she's a liability, and the party just found out, and that's the dangerous thing - if she were malicious and lying maybe they could pick it up and this would have an easy fix, but she really does believe it will be different this time and Delilah isn't misleading her for power (Delilah is 100% misleading her for power), and that makes it much more complicated. It's very juicy.