#it’s about you setting yourself apart from the women men hate

[femme-dor]

Baffled that there are folks on this site who seriously defend ‘pick-me’ girls & their embarrassing behavior as having “Autism” or “trauma from girl bullying” as if Internalized Mysoginy is simply a byproduct of mental illness & mean girls in High School and not years of conditioned toxic sexist beliefs combined with self-loathing and a need to feel validated which affects anyone both on and off the spectrum.

[toji-sweetheart]

𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐭. 𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

synopsis: After your breakup with a long-time boyfriend who decided that stalking is the best way to get back to you it seemed that you needed protection and since you've heard good things about hybrids it was time to go adopt one, you just had no idea it would end up with him being more than just a protector. 

wc: 5.7k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + reader has pubic hair + hybrid/modern au + knotting + possessive! toji + stalking + oc! ex-boyfriend who is also fucking crazy and does/says a lot of weird shit

an: idk I hate this slot but I also love it? anyway feedback such as comments and reblogs are highly appreciated, those kind words mean a lot and encourage me to do more writing ♡ - kinktober '24

Kaji deserved for you to ghost him or break up through a text message for all the things he put you through, and to be honest he probably deserved worse than that, but there was no way you could send the sentence ‘we’re over’ because you knew he’d lie about never getting the text when he did.

It had to be face to face so he wouldn't come back with “but I never read the message” or say that you can't break up with him because why would you? To him, Kaji was perfect with no flaws and you were lucky to be with him. 

It felt like someone held the bottom of a hot frying pan against your nerves burning them completely to a crisp as you got ready with his things packing up the eight-year relationship in a small box. Part of your heart yearned to make it work for him, starting over sounded scary in the new world of dating. 

Too many horror stories you’ve heard from your girlfriends about the dates they went out on only to be stood up after dinner was done and they were left with the bill or the men who said they wanted love but couldn’t stop talking to other women, and can’t forget the men who just want sex. 

Your head throbbed with an oncoming headache that medicine would have to dull later, it was best to get this over and done with instead of letting it drag on.

Above you, you heard your neighbor and the new hybrid they had adopted arguing about a mess they made making you think that you’re glad you didn’t have someone else hanging off your back like that, it wasn’t a new concept to have the half-human, and half animal be your protector or just be added to the family for whatever reason they had. 

It was strange at first to be walking down the street and seeing a human with a collar attached to a leash that their human owner had in their fist, while they are hybrids it was only a few physical features that they inherited, most of the attributes of whatever animal it was they were part of went to their personality. 

More shuffling could be heard then the door opened and shut signaling that he was more than likely taking his dog for a walk, although his pet was a lot taller than him and outweighed him by at least close to seventy-five pounds. 

“I can’t think about them right now.” You mumbled to yourself and looked through your apartment once more to make sure that you grabbed everything because coming back home after telling Kaji you didn’t want to see him ever again only to call and let him know that you had more of his things would be hell. 

You knew he’d try to fight against your subconscious and dig in like he always did to make you second guess yourself thinking that maybe he was a good guy but you knew that he wasn’t. A heavy sigh left your lungs making breathing a bit easier knowing that soon you wouldn’t be under his thumb. 

With the box in the backseat, you got inside and gripped the steering wheel practicing the speech in your head on the way to the restaurant, however, the idea of food made your stomach turn. Five minutes too soon you pulled into the parking lot and sat there for a moment before getting out. 

You knew that Kaji was likely to follow you to your car so you grabbed the box and made sure to set it by his tire once you made sure he was already inside. Taking a deep breath, you headed to the side entrance and saw him in a booth with two drinks waiting by so many people it made your stomach hurt. 

He saw you and waved, his smile dropping once you got closer. It was like he could smell the break up on you. “Hey babe, I’m glad you wanted a date.” 

His voice was once upon a time something you ached to hear, now all you wanted to do was bawl up the napkin and stuff it in his mouth, a thought you would’ve never had until the last two years with him when he showed you his true colors, the man you had fell in love with was no longer around. 

Was he there to begin with? 

Without even knowing it Kaji turned you into a mindless doll to play with, contorting your life to fit his like a puzzle piece, but no longer would he get to do so. You were beyond tired of the fighting, the silly and petty arguments and him coming home late at night or not at all leaving you home alone. 

Deep down you knew you deserved better, it’s just eight years is a long time to spend with someone but you somewhere down the line you checked out of the relationship a while ago. 

“It’s not a date Kaji, I’m here to break up with you, we can’t keep going at this and I’m done with you.” Your sentence came out rushed and tears pricked at your eyes, a burning sensation filled your head as you sighed. 

It wasn’t supposed to be spilled out like this, you wanted to sit down and explain why you couldn’t be with him but maybe this was better. 

He blinked trying to take in what you said while cocking his head to the side much like a dog would. “You’re breaking up with me after everything I’ve done for your ungrateful ass?” He hissed, spittle forming in the corner of his lips turning them white like rabies. 

Your face twisted in anger and embarrassment feeling heat rise. 

“I am, and you haven’t done nothing but drag me down to the pits of hell.” 

Kaji’s eyes burned with anger and something else that made your skin prickle with fear, the hair on your arms stood at attention as dread wrapped its icy fingers around your spine. He stood from his seat now cool as a cucumber. “Fine, but don’t come running back to me when you can’t find anyone new.” 

The whole situation left you paralyzed for a moment then you realized you never even sat down, and as you did you replayed how Kaji flipped like a dime, one moment he looked broken and sad then he was beyond pissed. 

Everyone watched as he stormed out taking the emotional storm with him. Once he was gone you sat down and ordered water to dry your mouth, it felt surreal that you were single after such a long time. 

You waited for ten more minutes in hopes that he wasn’t waiting in his car before venturing back outside in the cool air, the October wind wrapped you in cool arms as the scent of falling leaves and the strong smell of coffee followed you out the door as you leaned against the building with a sigh. 

Quickly you peaked your head around the wall to make sure Kaji wasn’t there and when you didn’t see his car you made a beeline to yours and got in with a rapid heartbeat as sweat dotted your hairline even though it wasn’t hot out enough for that to happen. He had that effect on you, it was a curse. 

On the drive home you had hoped Kaji wasn’t waiting there for you, the absence of his car relaxed your muscles that you didn’t know were so tight from having them tensed for so long, it was almost painful when you did so. 

Over the last two years, Kaji loved to play mental games having you walk on eggshells around him so you were always on edge for a long time, darting his moods wondering when it would end and why you couldn’t leave him.  

If one of them broke then it was hell on earth and World War Three would happen inside your apartment but it was a silent battle, he wouldn’t yell or raise his voice like he did today, it was all about the warfare inside your head that made him smile while playing his favorite game, him as the victim. 

Truly he belonged locked up, not able to meet or date anyone else. 

After another sweep of the parking lot you bolted out of your car and raced upstairs with a pounding heart thankful that you could relax now with him out of your life and apartment it felt like you could take a deep breath and not worry or not if that would upset him. 

Your peace did not last long, however. 

Two days after the cafe scene your mailbox was filled with letters upon letters from Kaji writing in graphic detail about the sexcapades you two had while dating, some were soft and sweet but the others made sure to highlight the pleasure he gave you and the hold he has on you for making you cum. 

It was something you could ignore because he didn’t have that hold over you anymore and it provided paper that could burn in your fireplace, although you weren’t sure when he came by to drop them off, and you were certain he used his cum to seal the envelope. 

As days passed Kaji’s insanity seemed to slope off a bit, the letters would still come and some held a few pictures of you sleeping which were promptly ripped up and tossed in the fire to be forgotten. 

Out of the eight years you were together you were sure Kaji never showed any signs of being unhinged until the last two, that’s when his mask slipped a bit to reveal the soulless creature that he was. Part of you wanted to be angry at yourself for not seeing it but you were so in love with him it didn’t matter. 

By the end of the week, you were ready to stay in and relax, you had declined any invites out with your friends seeing that you spent time with them this week for dinner where you explained what it was that was happening. 

They already knew because Kaji got a hold of them, each got a single message claiming that you were cheating on him and the person he chose was funny, his father who happened to be dead but they didn’t know that and after you explained that he was no longer here their faces twisted in disgust. 

To lie about something like that is beyond soulless. 

Now it was Friday night, a thunderstorm was rolling in and you had plans to stay inside, eat some candy, and watch the reruns of horror movies while snuggled up in a blanket, to have some alone time after being with Kaji you felt excitement bubble in your veins as you gathered everything for the evening. 

A loud clap of thunder sent the hulking hybrid upstairs in a frenzy and the rest of them that resided in the apartment building. Rain dumped down from the sky with lightning and strong winds that dimmed your electricity. 

Your TV flickered a few times as you settled on the couch with your favorite blanket wrapped around your shoulders, the soft glow from the screen was the only light you had on and when the storm knocked the power out your whole place was blanketed with a darkness that made your nerves jump. 

Being alone in a storm isn’t what made you scared, but knowing that Kaji could be around put fear into you as you grabbed your cell phone to use as a flashlight before making your way around the place in search of candles. 

Midshuffling in your drawer a loud knock scared you causing your phone to crash to the floor illuminating the ceiling. Pure terror gripped you as you glanced behind your shoulder sure you were going to see someone there. 

It was impossible you knew but thanks to the horror movie it felt like it. 

Another knock made you tense up, it was a familiar pattern. Kaji. 

Of course, he’d show up in the storm. 

Timidly you made your way to the door and looked through the peephole sure enough to see your ex-boyfriend standing there drenched from the rain as was the bouquet he had, the flowers had wilted from the impact of the storm. 

“I know you’re looking at me. Let me in, I want to talk.” His voice was low and controlled, edged with something that made you nervous. 

It was a demand as his hand wrapped around the knob jiggling it. “I’m not letting you in Kaji, you need to leave right now.” You hissed, irritated with him ruining your plans for the evening. 

Kaji barked out a laugh and leaned his arm against the door to press his eye on the peephole. “Do you have another man in there?” He asked through gritted teeth as he kicked the door making it rattle. 

You took a step back and gasped as fear filled your entire being. 

With no weapon nearby you decided to call the police until you heard Kaji grumble something and leave the flowers by your door. You made sure he was gone before scurrying straight to each window making sure each one was locked before getting into bed until the sun rose bathing your room. 

Despite not wanting to take care of someone else you found yourself scrolling on the most popular adoption sites for hybrids, ones that were dropped off or found roaming the street and according to the law they had to have an owner. 

Your eyes scanned the dog pages, all of them filled with breeds that wouldn’t give you the protection you wanted until you came across Toji Zenin.  

A tall man with broad shoulders, black shaggy hair that blended in with his floppy furry ears, and a scar that hinted at something more than words could ever tell. You read his bio and looked through the photos knowing he could tear Kaji to shreds if needed. 

He was perfect. 

It felt wrong to adopt a hybrid just for this reason but he also stated in his about me section that he wanted a home where he could be left alone which is perfect for you for a lot of reasons and he could take the couch. 

After filling out the application and sending it in you decided on a shower thankful that the power came on. Last night played like a horror movie in your head as you got dressed to leave when you were greeted by a box placed by your front door. 

Skeptically you nudged it with your foot and decided against opening it until you came back, there was no name on it but you knew it was Kaji who dropped it off, not sure when, just like a cockroach he didn’t show himself during the daylight hours because that meant you’d catch him. 

Your mind was fuzzy as you shopped for things on your list when your phone beeped with an email saying you were approved for adoption, followed by the number to call and confirm an appointment to meet Toji first before anything. 

Once approved they still wanted to make sure that you and the hybrid got along so they didn’t have to make extra room if they were brought back. 

You hurried your shopping hoping against all the odds that you and Toji could at least stand being in the same room. With everything packed away in your trunk, you headed to the hybrid society all but flooring it hoping that you could take him tonight. 

When you arrived you made your way to the front desk with a small smile as the woman behind the computer looked up with a pinched face until she saw you. “Please tell me you’re here for Toji Zenin.” She begged pushing herself away from the desk to walk around it and stand in front of you. 

Your smile dropped as she took note of it before explaining. “Oh! Nothing is wrong with him I promise, just the others are scared of him and they refuse to do anything with him around.” She guided you down the hallway lined with doors where the hybrids lived in separate rooms.

It felt almost like a cruel jail. 

“I am yes, and what do you mean they’re scared of him?” You asked peeking into the room where Toji stood in the middle, a black collar wrapped around his neck as he caught sight of you, and his lips curled into a smile. 

“Is this my meal ticket out of here?” He asked, his voice reminded you of a smooth whiskey that left you feeling warm. The woman glanced at you and nodded before gently nudging you into the room where she stood by the door watching the man walk closer to lean in and sniff you. 

His nostrils flared and your eyes met briefly and you felt a tug of something deep in your chest, he was everything you were looking for in a hybrid. “I am.” 

Toji shrugged and held your gaze with a smile. “Cute. I’m ready to go home then.” 

You turned to the woman and gestured to the hallway before following her. 

She sagged against the wall thinking about wrapping you in a tight hug for making her job a lot easier. “I’ll need you to sign some forms and you can take him home.” With that you waved your hand at Toji and walked to the front desk with him trailing behind, his eyes scanning you. 

Once the papers were signed you turned to Toji unsure what to say or do so you headed to your car where you took his collar off. “You’re still human, but I need your protection.” You explained and let him get in on the passenger's side. 

“I don’t plan on sticking around anyway. What do you need protection from? A nasty boyfriend?” He asked not giving you another glance as you felt your blood thicken with irritation while he trifled through your things in the glove department. 

You stayed silent for a moment and sighed trying not to take notice that Toji was huge, filling up your car and pressing down on you, his scent was musky with a hint of something woodsy. “I adopted you, if you run away I’ll call the pound and they’ll come get you and then you will never be adopted.” 

It was a cheap blow, you knew and so did Toji. 

Steely green eyes met yours when you stopped at a stoplight. “Please? He tried to break down my door. I don't want him near me.” You begged a soft whine as you held his gaze gripping the steering wheel. 

His ears twitched as he nodded feeling himself soften for his new owner, even though your little threat he could tell you were desperate, and since you busted him out of that hellhole this was the least he could do and it had to be better than listening to the others cry. 

“Thank you, I won't mention what else he's done.” 

Out of habit, you skimmed the parking lot looking for his car while getting out. Toji followed after then made sure to stay close as you guided him to your place aware of his presence that put you at ease, even though you didn’t want another person to take care of it seemed that Toji didn’t like it either. 

With the door shut you let a deep sigh out and kicked your shoes off. “I haven’t had a chance to prepare for your stay, but my couch is nice and you can sleep there, and help yourself to any food.” You told him showing him around watching as his black shaggy tail wagged back and forth a bit. 

You nodded and moved to the kitchen to make something to eat as Toji followed and sat down at the counter. “What does your ex look like?” He asked wanting to know who to look for. 

He listened to you speak about Kaji, the disdain for the man evident in your tone as you described the last eight years, but mainly you focused on the last two when he changed turning you into a different person as well. 

“During that storm, he came to my place and I thought he was going to kick my door down and to be honest I didn’t want to adopt a hybrid because you are all still humans that happened to be affected by a science lab explosion which was no fault of your own.” 

Toji almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. A lot of people thought the opposite of you, they always looked down at the humans who had to experience an unfortunate event that changed the trajectory of their lives. 

You went on for another hour even as you both ate and clicked like two puzzle pieces, he went even as far as to make you laugh and helped you clean up. “I'm sorry for what I said earlier, you know about calling the pound, I can admit I’m desperate.” You admitted as the last bit of the dishes were put up. 

Despite your wariness at first about the whole thing, you were glad to have him here and his presence, one that didn’t make you feel like suffocating. 

Toji leaned against the counter crossing thick and bulging arms over his chest. “I know, I can smell it on you.” He murmured and pulled away to walk to the front door where he dropped his bag before heading to your bedroom. 

After a few moments, you finally followed after Toji only to catch him taking his shirt off, his muscles rippled as he stuffed it in your hamper before pulling a pair of your shorts out to eye it before pressing the fabric against his nose. 

You watched as he inhaled your musk deeply with a soft growl. 

A burning started deep in the pit of your gut as you watched him, it should make you feel angry that a stranger was sniffing your clothes but something about it made your blood simmer with heat. 

He heard you shift your weight and put the fabric down before you came in. “I got the couch made up, if you need anything just come and knock.”  

Once you were dressed and ready for bed you slid under the covers thinking about the last twenty-four hours and how your life has played out from breaking up with Kaji to bringing a hybrid home. 

“Morning, are you hungry?” You asked looking up from your phone when Toji came into the kitchen the next day, his hair was a ruffled mess and his shirt was rumpled. He shook his head and took a seat on the barstool.

“Okay, well I have to go to work today, do you mind walking me there? It’s less than ten minutes away so I don’t drive, no point and it saves on gas.” You asked hoping he would say yes, walking alone was never fun at night. 

He scratched at his ear and looked at you, his expression unreadable. “Not a problem, let me use the bathroom then we can go.” 

All you could do was nod and wait for him to do what he needed before you got ready yourself, grateful for Toji. 

An hour later you were behind the counter selling convenience store items making enough money to just scrape by and that was hardly as is. 

You wondered if Toji would get one to help with bills, hybrids weren’t exempt from having jobs.

The time trickled by like sand in a timer stuck in slow motion and the more you watched the hand on the clock the slower it seemed to go, that was until it was reaching dusk and the store was desolate at this time then the door chimed as you mopped the aisle and looked up to greet the customer. 

Your smile faded and your heart thumped in your chest as you stared at Kaji who leaned against a rack. “What’s with the long face baby? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He asked with a faux pout as he tilted his head to the side. 

“Why would I be happy to see you? You’re nothing but a roach who ruined my life, now you need to leave.” You hissed gripping the mop handle and glaring at him. Kaji dared to take a step forward when the door opened again. 

Due to his stature, you could see Toji’s face, his lips set in a grim line as he sensed the tension in the air, and his ears were flat against his inky silky strands indicating he was on the verge of turning aggressive toward Kaji. 

Before you had a chance to say anything else your protector stood next to you, one thick arm wrapped around your waist in a possessive hold as he dipped down to place a wet kiss on your lips making you flustered as ever. 

Kaji watched dumbfounded as he took in the scene. “You’re fucking someone else already? Makes sense, a bitch would seek out another.” He spit hot white rage at you, the flecks of anger sizzling into your flesh as you tossed the mop down and stepped forward with a bout of courage to slap Kaji. 

You leveled your gaze with him and poked his chest. “You are the world's biggest asshole, and you deserve-” Before you could say or do anything else, Toji wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you back growling at Kaji. 

“This isn’t over, you think just because you adopted a stupid hybrid to fuck that you’re not mine, you will always belong to me.” He whispered looking down at you, the blue eyes you once loved were now filled with a burning hate. 

You and Toji watched him leave the store taking the cloud of anger with him. “What a piece of work. I can’t believe I stayed that long with him.” You sighed and picked up the mop before looking at Toji unsure what to say or do.

You could still feel his lips on yours, his arm around you waist.  

“Thank you for protecting me.” You told him with a grateful smile after a long beat of silence. 

He shrugged his broad shoulders and grabbed a few random things. “It’s my job and that guy is more than just a piece of work. He’s an asshole.” 

You couldn’t agree more. 

Over the next few weeks, you and Toji fell into a routine of him walking you to and from work and hanging out. He still slept on the couch to keep you safe and sound in case Kaji returned during the middle of the night. 

Tuesday evening brought another heavy storm in, splitting trees in the middle, branches flying everywhere with the rain's downpour and thunder and lightning. You were reminded of Kaji trying to break in a bit ago. 

Now you were settled on the couch with Toji, your head resting on his arm. “Watching scary movies isn’t the best idea, especially ones with stalkers.” He pointed out, his eyes shifted toward you as you shrugged. 

“Horror movies are my favorite, and you’re here now so I don’t have to worry.” Toji could hear the genuine gratefulness you felt for him and his protection. 

Without thinking about it he slung an arm around you and let you move to crawl in his lap. He held you tightly nosing your neck inhaling deeply making you shift feeling his hard cock that felt thick. “Toji..” You breathed softly. 

“What do you need?” He asked cupping the back of your head. 

“You.” 

That’s all it took for him to lean in closing the distance to press his lips against yours in a soft kiss that grew needy once his tongue parted the seam of your lips, you tasted like hot chocolate and marshmallows, sweet and warm. 

He licked into your mouth with a soft growl letting you situate yourself to face him while you wrapped your arms around his neck subtly grinding back and forth feeling a tinge of frustration from not being able to get the friction you needed. 

His large palms smoothed up and down your body then under your shirt where his fingers brushed along your breast before taking it in his hand to give it a squeeze before playing with your nipples making you moan. 

Your pussy now had a frantic heartbeat in your clit making it throb. Pulling back you tugged your shirt off and got off his lap to remove the rest of your clothes slowly but surely giving him a teasing view of everything. 

Turning around to face the TV, you bent at the waist and pulled your panties off hearing him exhale followed by a low groan. Toji’s mind was now focused on one thing, again without thinking he pushed you forward on the plush carpet. 

“Hey! Warn me next time!” You scolded him thankful that it wasn’t a hard push or anything but a warning would be nice. 

Toji didn’t answer, instead, his hands were on the globes of your ass kneading them watching your pussy split apart, slick like sap strung from your lips making his mouth water. Leaning forward he licked a wide stripe from your slit all the way to your clit where he swirlred the tip of his tongue against the nub. 

Your arousal collected in your pubic hair that tickled his lips as he ate you out, downright moaning at how good you tasted, groaning and growling as he lapped at you with slow measured licks that made you shiver. 

You curled your fingers into your palm as he made out with your cunt so sloppily spreading his spit everywhere while making sure to hit all the spots he discovered you like then his fingers prodded at your slick entrance. 

Slowly he pushed two of them inside making you whine and buck your hips trying to get more. “Greedy aren’t we?” Toji husked pulling back while keeping his fingers knuckle deep in you. 

“Please don’t stop.” You begged turning to look at him with glassy eyes as you wiggled your hips like your cunt was a bone for him. His cock twitched in his soft pj pants when a loud crack of thunder shut the lights off again bathing the room in complete darkness. 

Toji took the opportunity and leaned back in to kiss your pussy while his fingers curled to rub your g-spot making it feel like your body took a screenshot as he suckled on your clit making you squeal and push back. 

Having him behind you like this in the darkness made it more exciting and soon you were panting like a dog in heat wanting to feel him. “Fuck me please!” You cried with your face smooshed in the plush carpet. 

He wasn’t one to argue or tease anymore, not when it felt like his dick was going to burst. It’s been too long since he’s been with anyone he forgot what it was like. Sitting up on his knees still, Toji fisted the base of himself wishing the lights were on so he could see how your pussy looked taking him. 

You could feel him breaching your wet slit before pushing in slowly then pulling out a few times letting you get used to him then he bottomed out making you moan. He wrapped his arms around your waist mounting you as he began a slow pace. 

With how thick Toji is, it was all you could focus on, and the fact that he was pinching your clit between his fingers while fucking you with deep strokes that made your head fuzzy with bliss that washed over you in warm waves. 

Each roll of his hips had you grasping at the carpet wanting to push back more into him or pull away, Toji was thick and long filling you in ways you never thought was possible. He felt too good inside you, something you could get addicted to.

Toji moved to lay his feet flat on the floor to mount you more. 

His breathing was ragged and hot against your ear as he nipped the lobe feeling his orgasm already, ripe like a peach that he wasn’t ready to pluck just yet. He wanted to make sure you came first. “Cum for me.” He rasped. 

Another stroke of his fingers against your clit you fell apart in his arms panting and slurring your words when you felt something swell inside you making you buck your hips. “Shh, I’m knotting you and making you all mine,” Toji assured you with a kiss on your shoulder riding out his high knowing you two would stuck like this for a while. 

Heavy breathing filled the room followed by a knock on your door. You attempted to pull away from Toji in order to get dressed but his knot wouldn’t let you, he was nestled deep inside and refused to let go. 

“We’re going to be like this for a while and it’s your stupid ex knocking, I can smell his stench.” 

You sighed and melted in Toji’s arms as he kept you snug against him, his chest pressed to your back feeling you take a breath each time inhaling Toji’s scent, committing it to memory. 

After thirty minutes of enjoying the afterglow he pulled out leaving you to feel completely empty making you whine softly. 

He couldn’t see the cum dripping from your leaking pussy but he felt the thick warmth of it and pushed it back in you with his pointer finger before standing and helping you to your feet catching you when your knees gave way. 

“I think he left, and now I think we should move where he can’t find me.” You sighed and turned in Toji’s arms to press your face into him thankful that you have him with you while feeling stuffed full of his cum that leaked down your thighs. 

Toji helped you clean up the best he could before letting you guide him to your bedroom. “Sleep with me.” You told him with a smile. 

Who is he to disagree? 

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[eufezco]

THREE LIES AT ONCE

FINNICK ODAIR X FEM!STYLIST!READER

this is based on a prompt from character.ai c:

SYNOPSIS -> You're his stylist and you discover bruises.

You liked it when Finnick visited the Capitol and Finnick hated doing it except for the fact that he knew you would be there.

You had already earned a reputation as a stylist in the Capitol when you two met. And it had been four years since Finnick won his games but President Snow had kept him close because nothing was more appealing than a charming boy in his twenties to the people of the Capitol.

You learned from the best. Cinna taught you everything he knew about fashion and then made you forget about it all so you could build your own style. It actually worked quite well because your designs were sold in the Capitol as if people needed them to live.

Your colors and characteristic shapes, your outrageous skirts, your long dresses, and your headdresses were worn by everyone, men and women fought over your designs and they spent all their savings on your clothes. President Snow was more than delighted with you, not only because his granddaughter deeply admired you but because you knew how to be liked, and he loved that about you.

That's why President Snow found the perfect match with Finnick and you and for once in his life, he did something right.

Finnick became your muse. From the moment you were introduced at the Capitol and you saw him walking towards you with those bright green eyes, his perfectly messy blonde hair, his tanned skin thanks to the way the sun in District 4, and his body that looked like it had been sculpted by the gods. You knew you never wanted to design anything else but for him.

―When did you arrive and how is it that you haven't come to see me earlier? ―You threw yourself into his arms, your fingers dug into his blond locks of hair. This was not the typical relationship that stylists used to have with their models but after working with him for a couple of years now, it was inevitable that some affection would grow between the two of you. Especially when, during his stays in the Capitol, you spent most of your time together. You were the only thing that kept him from going crazy.

He would sit and watch you while you sketched out his next outfit. You would share a drink and ask him questions about how his life was back in District 4. Finnick loved to talk about his home and you loved to imagine yourself there, in the places that Finnick described to you so precisely. The sea reaching your feet, the sun shining against your skin, the sound of seagulls flying across the bluest sky you had ever seen... And for some reason that you were still trying to figure out, every time you imagined yourself in one of those scenarios, he was by your side. District 4 seemed like a lovely place.

Finnick's arms wrapped around your waist while his face hid in the crook of your neck. He inhaled your familiar scent when you hugged, too sweet for the Capitol, not like the perfume people there used to keep up with their continuous call for attention.

―Yesterday but I was too tired from the trip.

That was the first lie that Finnick told you that night.

There was an expression of relief on your face with something like a small smile on your lips, grateful to see him again after such a long time and when everything in your life was chaos thanks to the preparation of the next games. Your eyes were closed, enjoying him holding you until you heard him say those words and then they opened in a combination of surprise and confusion.

―Don't think that being tired is an excuse for not coming to see me, Finnick Odair. That should always be the first thing you do as soon as you set foot here. ―You said, still thinking about why would he lie to you.

You moved apart from the hug and Finnick had a big smile on his lips that inevitably made you smile too. ―I'm sorry. ―He apologized.

―You better be. But now I need you to tell me if you like it.

You turned to grab your notebook and showed him the sketch you drew. Finnick took the notebook from your hands so he could take a better look and admire every detail.

―This is beautiful. You're an artist. I doubt there is anyone half as good as you in the whole Panem.

―Oh, there's Cinna. I haven't managed to dethrone him yet.

―Come on, you outdid Cinna a long time ago. He says so himself. The student surpassed the master, there's nothing wrong with that.

You shook your head and said nothing. Finnick rolled his eyes, he knew you didn't like hearing from him or anyone else that you were better than Cinna. Not even when Cinna himself tells you.

―Have you started sewing it yet? Can I see it?

―That's why I needed to see you. I haven't started yet because I need to measure you again. The last time you wore one of my garments it was too tight. I don't want to risk it not fitting you this time. ―You grabbed the measuring tape and pins from the table in your studio, full of fabrics and patterns for the new tributes. Cinna had given you his notebook with some beautiful sketches and had told you that he needed something similar but for the male tribute, a guy named Peeta Mellark from District 12, and you had been working day and night to meet Cinna's expectations. ―The robe is behind the dressing screen.

―Yes ma'am.

Finnick walked over without saying another word. You admired his figure as he walked away. Finnick's back was twice as wide as when you met him, his arms had grown stronger, now you could identify each of the muscles in them and his legs had also doubled in size, unfortunately, Finnick loved to wear long skirts, if it were up to you he would be showing them all the time. The features of his face had also changed, now they were more pronounced. Finnick's dimples were more visible and his jaw was so sharp you'd swear if you slid your finger along it you'd cut yourself.

―This looks great on you. I don't know why I try to design you something new every time. I should let you go around with that.

Finnick shook his head, failing in his attempt not to laugh at your stupid joke. ―You are not only the best designer but also the funniest one, huh?

You rolled your eyes. Finnick knew you didn't like it when he told you that and he did it on purpose to tease you. ―Come on, take it off.

Finnick stood before the mirror as you stood behind him. Once he slipped it off, you gasped and jumped back, horrified.

―Gosh, Finnick, what is this? ―You took a few steps backward at the sight of the bruises that trailed down his back. By their bright red color you would say were rather recent. You didn't know how to react, you were petrified staring at his back.

Finnick smiled, dismissing what you just saw with practiced charm. ―Ah, just a little souvenir. My lovers like to play rough. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.

That was the second lie Finnick told you that night.

Finnick's chest was heavy but he was trying to keep his cool. He had assumed that by the time the two of you saw each other the wounds would have healed, besides the fact that he didn't think he would have to undress in front of you.

―Your lovers? This absolute atrocity was done by one of your lovers?

―They were probably just a little too... enthusiastic. Besides, I don't have a problem with it, I like it. My skin heals fast so I'll be all good in no time.

And that was the third lie. His skin did not heal fast. You had always told him off for coming to dress rehearsals all bruised up from his training sessions and those bruises had lasted for days. These new ones were sure to stay on his skin for at least a month.

―How can some one like this?

Finnick could hear the disdain in your voice. You should be disgusted, horrified and definitely judging him, but don't worry, so was he.

―Honey, if you don't understand it's not my problem.

―No, you're right. I don't understand. I don't think you enjoyed that.

―Oh, you're gonna tell me what I can or cannot enjoy?

―Have you seen your back? Have you seen how bad this looks?

Finnick chuckled. ―I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this. Do you need all the details? Is the life of a stylist so boring?

―Finnick, listen to me. I don't want all the details I want the truth, and now it's the perfect time to start. ―You said. You grabbed him by his shoulders and turned him around to look at you. Finnick groaned as your hands were placed on his shoulders and when he stood face to face with you, he could see how upset you were.

―I don't know what you're talking about. ―He bit the inside of his cheeks, that was just what he had been told, not to tell anyone the truth about what had happened. He saw you roll your eyes and let all the air out of your body through your mouth, annoyed.

―I know that you didn't arrive yesterday. Cinna told me. Do you really think you can go unnoticed? Here? And I know for a fact that those bruises are not from one of your lovers, let alone that they were done to you a couple of days ago.

Finnick swallowed, looking at you with his head held high. He tried to keep the smile on his lips, pretending that everything was okay, that he did enjoy it when those bruises were inflicted on him, but his lower lip betrayed him and began to tremble. You bent down to pick up the robe and carefully threw it over his shoulders so he wouldn't feel so exposed. Finnick's head was bowed. You lifted it using your thumb and index finger on his chin very gently.

―I need you to tell me who did this to you. I can't help you if you don't tell me.

Finnick chuckled amid the sadness and shame he was feeling. ―Help me? You can't help me.

―I'm sure there's something I can do. I could―.

―They were Peacekeepers following Snow's orders.

Your jaw dropped and your heart rate accelerated. It was the first time that Finnick was admitting that to someone. It had been impossible to tell anyone, let alone a citizen of the Capitol like you. Finnick couldn't possibly admit that without compromising his carefully cultivated image. Besides, if he made himself out to be a victim, the Capitol would never allow someone they saw as weak to perform the role of the Golden Boy and all the people he cared about in District 4 would die. At that moment you realized that all the times he showed up at your studio claiming that his injuries were from training were not true and you felt sick to your stomach.

―How did it happen? ―You asked, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat

―I tried to leave the Capitol. Before I could get on the train back to District 4 I was arrested by Peacekeepers and they took me to Snow's mansion. A lot of people came and when I refused to see them... I've been locked up there since then, that's why I couldn't come to see you earlier.

You shook your head, feeling awful. ―Don't worry about it, Finnick. I'm so sorry this is happening to you. ―Your stomach complained and begged your brain to stop imagining everything that Finnick would have been put through since then. The beatings, the strangers paying to sneak into his bed, the Peacekeepers bursting into his room and leaving him bleeding on the floor...

―Snow likes me. There has to be something I can do for you.

―You don't understand. It's not something that I can quit.

―I can spend all day designing and sewing to pay Snow the money he would make with you. I can talk to Cinna to raise the price of our designs. People here are rotten with money, they'll keep buying them anyway.

―It's not that simple. You can't just buy my freedom.

―Has anyone tried before?

Finnick thought about it and shook his head. ―Snow wouldn't allow that to happen. ―You ran your hand over your face in despair, not knowing what else to do to help him and feeling a responsibility to do something about it. You were the citizen of the Capitol, the one who had superior status and the favor of Snow, there must be something you could do.

―What if I buy you?

Finnick's eyes widened in surprise. ―Buy me?

You nodded and realized how bad that sounded. ―But not in like, a slave type of way. Gosh that sounded awful. I would just― Do it so you can live your life in your district. I wouldn't― keep you here, no. You'd just have to come to the Capitol a couple of times, make a few public appearances, and leave again.

―Why would you do that for me?

You bit the inside of your cheeks and nodded. ―You're my friend. I care about you.

You had managed to give him something he had long been missing. Hope. Maybe what you wanted to do would work or maybe not but at that moment Finnick felt that someone cared and that gave him hope that everything would work out.

Finnick took a step forward and placed his hands on your cheeks. He leaned in slightly and connected his lips with yours. Your hands ended up resting against his warm bare chest, closing your eyes and allowing him to kiss you. You knew it was the emotion of the moment, the adrenaline rush of knowing that maybe he could live his life in peace. You had given him hope and he was happy that someone had shed some light on his situation.

When you parted ways after the kiss, you both were smiling.

―Go and put your pants on, I'll treat your bruises.

―Do you know how?

―Well, not really, but I'm not short of needle and thread and I still have some alcohol from last night.

Finnick pressed his lips together and nodded. That would work. He walked to the dressing screen and you watched him as he walked away in the mirror's reflection. Before hiding behind the dressing screen, he said something that lit up a flame in your heart and made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

―I wish you would come with me to District 4.

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[fictoculus]

Hello ^^ I've been reading your stories and I really like them and I was just wondering if you don't mind doing a genshin impact boys x Reader with the characters being Tighnari,Kaeya,Albedo,Alhaitham and Kaveh? And the story being you hug them from behind (I hope that is fine with you of course no NSFW I've read the request rules ^^) that is if you still do genshin impact

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FEAT... tighnari, kaeya, albedo, alhaitham, kaveh

A/N... hellooo anon, thanks so much for this request, and for taking the time to read my rules too, i really appreciate it! alsoo, i'm so glad you like my writing, it means so much ♡ i actually really love this concept, and you've chosen some good characters too! apologies in advance if anyone is ooc ^^ (i have a feeling tighnari and kaeya might be a bit whoopssss)

✧ tighnari.

for tighnari, being the "chief officer of forest rangers" comes with a lot of responsibility, an example being informing the rangers of the route for patrol and any threats they could face along the way. that's why, when you find your beloved stood infront of a group of eager men and women, you're hardly surprised.

you sneak closer to them, listening in on the instructions your beloved was giving, but not paying attention to a single word said; instead, relishing in the smooth sound of tighnari's voice. it was so calming and so soothing; he was always able to relax you from just a few words... and that's when you decided, you wanted to hear it "more up close"

the "plan" had been created, and it was a simple one at that; you knew tighnari always left his weapons at home while instructing the team for some unknown reason, but would always have to come back to collect them before setting off. you thought you'd be helpful and bring them to him instead, it would save him the unnecessary trip, after all.

despite a couple doubts crossing your mind, you decided to follow through with your "plan", rushing back home to collect his bow, trying your best to be as quick as possible so that you don't miss your chance; and luckily, you didn't.

arriving back at the meeting grounds, you make your way over to tighnari, being sure to approach him from behind. setting his bow aside, you waved at the rangers who waved back enthusiastically, leaving tighnari to wonder: "who are they all waving at? me?"

he lifts his arm to wave awkwardly, only for you to grab hold of him, squeezing him tightly around his waist and pressing tender kisses behind his ears.

"you forgot your bow again, love"

you whispered, a rosey hue tinting his cheeks as his eyes widened in embarassment. instinctively, tighnari wraps his tail around you, his soft fur tickling your skin slightly. you smile to yourself, just imagining how brightly he must be blushing; having about a dozen people watching an intimate moment he'd much rather keep private, or atleast away from an audience.

"i have a question regarding the-"

"any questions will be discussed another time, dismissed"

he hurriedly shoos the forest rangers away, making up excuses such as "there are matters i must attend to" and even "those things don't concern you, now please take your leave". he acted all angry when he turned to face you, but archons, he looked adorable.

"now what do you think you're up to, hm? hugging me like that infont of all the rangers?"

"i can tell you aren't mad, 'nari"

you can read him like a book, knowing exactly how he acts when he tries to hide how flustered he is; how he attempts to harden his exterior but gives in within seconds.

"i- i never said i was i just... don't you- i-"

he sighs, admitting defeat as he burries his face in the crook of your neck. you feel his hot breath against your shoulder as he murmurs:

"i hate you"

"i love you too"

✧ kaeya.

you walked to the cat's tail with a spring in your step, excited to see kaeya after spending more than a week apart. you'd been on a long expedition to liyue and had only just gotten back to mondstadt, not bothering to drop your belongings off at your house but instead hauling them along with you; unable to wait any longer to see your beloved (and silently praying he'd offer to help you carry them to your place)

after what felt like an hour of walking, you finally made it to your destination, shoulders sore from having to carry your bags instead of loading them onto a cart like you had when travelling to the nation of contracts.

poking your head into the tavern, you could see kaeya sat at one of the tables alone, watching out of the window, as if he was waiting for something, or someone... that's right, you!

you watch him carefully, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and there it was: he'd gotten up from his seat, suppossedly to order a drink at the bar, and attempt to avoid the black cat and his... friendly translator; being invited to play a game of genius invocation tcg was the last thing he wanted.

dropping everything and leaving it in a pile at the front door, you practically throw yourself inside and run towards kaeya, his back now turned to you as he walks back to his table.

"[name]? archons, you scared me, i almost dropped my drink!"

refusing to let go, the two of you awkwardly waddle to the window, wanting some peace and quiet away from the taverns other patrons.

"someone's a little friendly today, hm? you miss me that much?"

"well if you don't want my attention, i can just let go..."

you tease, slowly but surely loosening your grip on his waist and sliding your hands to his sides. without warning, he grabs hold of your hands and wraps them back around him, holding them in place firmly, caressing your palms with his thumbs.

"i never said let go! wait... do you... not want to hug me anymore?"

here comes the show... kaeya would gasp dramatically, clutching at his chest as if he'd been struck by lightning, or something even more theatrical.

"do you not love me anymore?"

it never ends. he keeps building on it, acting hurt by your actions, more-so physically than mentally despite you having injured him being nothing to do with the "plot". only when you spin him around in your arms and press your lips against his does he finally stop talking, melting into the kiss as his mind goes completely blank. he'd pull away panting for air, his eyes glazed over with pure adoration.

"i love you"

"i love you moreee"

you're basically asking for it at this point.

"you love me more than i love you? impossible! preposterous! disgraceful! outrag-"

"i'm going to magically fall out of love with you in a minute if you don't-"

"i'm only kiddinggg, you're so fun to tease"

he brings one of your hands up to his lips and kisses it softly with a big grin plastered on his face; oh how he loves to wind you up, and secretly, you love it too.

"i do love your hugs though, and i really did miss you so... please hug me again?"

✧ albedo.

it's been hours since you'd last seen albedo, and though only a few hours doesn't sound too long, it felt like an eternity. it was all too often he'd hide away up in dragonspine, working tirelessly on his latest experiments and not taking any time for himself, and it worried you. that being said, you decided to come up with a plan to distract him, and a hug from behind sounded like the perfect idea...

you creep into his campsite, waiting for the perfect moment to throw yourself onto him.

"3... 2..."

you whispered to yourself, counting down the seconds before you could finally hold your beloved once more, missing his gentle touch; and you were more than just eager.

"1!"

excited, you jog up to him and wrap your arms tightly around him, but feeling him jolt so harshly made you slightly concerened...

"woah! careful, careful!"

panicked, albedo sets down the equipment in his hands as quickly as he can, worried he'd drop or injure you with them. he lets out a sigh of relief once they're out of the way, moving his hands ontop of yours and loosening your grip so that he could turn to face you. hands now resting on your waist, he looks at you with a stern expression.

"[name], what did i tell you about hugging around my experiments?"

"i know, i know, i just missed you and thought if i hug you from behind i wouldn't be getting in the way"

"i-... technically you're right, but you gave me quite the scare nevertheless, it could've caused an explosion if we were to have fallen. what kind of lover would i be if i were to put you in danger?"

"i'm sorry, 'bedo, i didn't mean to-"

he sighs, noticing the way he was being slightly too hard on you; all he wanted was to keep you safe. he'd never forgive himself if you were to be injured from one of his experiments, which is why he always to extra precautios when it came to you.

"i know, it's alright, my love, i'm just glad you didn't get hurt"

he leans towards you, reaching both hands up to cup your cheeks, squeezing them gently before giving you a soft kiss on the lips. he doesn't take his eyes off of you, pulling away from the kiss only to look into your eyes, his own filled with the purest love. you could get lost in them for hours, admiring how all the different hues work together so perfectly to create the most beautiful shade of blue.

"i know you were probably hoping to spend some time together, but... i really have to get this done, honey, i'm sorry"

"that's ok, i just want to be with you..."

"... then stay, hold onto me from behind, ok? just make sure you-"

"-don't touch anything, i've got it"

and so you hung onto albedo, almost like a sloth, slowing down his movements ever so slightly, but he didn't mind, nor did he mention it. he'd apologise whenever he accidentally stood on you foot, even though he wasn't applying much pressure in the first place, being purposefully light on his feet as to not hurt you. every now and then, he'd take hold of one of your hands, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it so gingerly before setting it back down onto his waist.

sure, it wasn't the most romantic scenario, but you couldn't care less; all you wanted was him, to hold him, to feel his warmth against you, to know he was there...

✧ alhaitham.

"'haithammm"

you call out, wondering into his study, half expecting him to be elsewhere, but being pleasantly surprised when you find him sat comfortably in his arm chair. (like an old man)

"yes, darling?"

a soft smile creeps onto your face as you slowly make your way towards him; you just can't help it. even when he is doing almost nothing, alhaitham never fails to charm you, to make you smile like an idiot from a single glance.

"will you tell me that story again? the one about the dr- oh! sorry i didn't realise you were busy-"

you apologise profusely, turning to leave but only being able to take a few steps before alhaitham grabs your arm and drags you back towards him, almost pulling you over the arm of his chair

"love, it's ok, i'm not busy, i can tell you stories whenever you'd like to hear them"

"that's ok, how about you tell me about that book instead?"

you smile down at him sweetly before taking a look at the cover of his book; the gold lettering complimenting the brown leather perfectly.

"darling, you don't have to pretend to be interested, i can t-"

"no, no, please, tell me what you're reading! i like hearing you talk about your books"

he blushes slightly, his slightly widened eyes flicking back to the pages of the novel within an instant, wanting to avoid any possible eye contact.

"well, if you insist... this book is about how two-"

listening carefully, you move behind him, resting your hands on his shoulders before sliding them down his upper arm before dragging them across his chest. your hands meet near the middle, intertwining with eachother and resting against alhaitham's pounding heart.

"everything ok?"

you tease, knowing well how flustered this makes him, enjoying how he stuggles to keep a hold of himself.

"i- as i was saying... this book here is about two young lovers, how they met, and how they will someday grow old together and see the beauties of the world beyond life hand-in-hand... quite a precious story if i do say so myself, wh-"

you stand in shock, scanning over the open pages to make sure the story he's explaining is truly the one held in his hands; to your surprise, it was.

"wait wait wait, 'haitham... you are reading a romance novel?!"

"is that so surprising?"

"never in my life did i think alhaitham, the akedemiya's scribe who seems only interested in facts and figures, would be reading books about romance"

"well, dare i say you've rubbed off on me, love"

"i- i have?"

"why of course you have, every empty moment is filled with you, my love. see,"

he gestures to the pieces of - what looks like - paper sticking out of the book in various places, each one seemingly marking a significant moment in the plot.

"-even this book reminds me of you, all these little tabs represent thoughts of mine, these purple ones are thoughts of you, of us"

much to your disbelief, almost every single tab - par one or two - is coloured a shade of purple, you can even spot a couple of hearts peeking out from inbetween the pages. each section that was sticking out had the words "i love you" carefully written on them, written in his fancy handrwiting rather than what you refer to as his "scribe mode handwriting"

you squeeze him tighter, touched by how head over heels he was for you, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and planting soft kisses on along his shoulder and below his jaw. you wanted to show just how loved you felt in that moment, and how loved you wanted him to feel too. little did you know, alhaitham was a blushing mess; his face a vibrant hue of pink, his mouth forming words but not being able to force any of them out.

"i love you so much, 'haitham"

"i- i love you, [name]"

✧ kaveh.

"that doesn't seem quite right..."

kaveh is stood pondering in his office, the blueprints on the easle in front of him full of detail, far more complicated than anyone other than him could make any sense of. several stacks of scrolls take up all his desk space, 'stealing' his pencils and other pieces of equipment, or atleast that's what he claims to be happening.

in reality, his workspace is far too messy, causing him even more stress ontop of trying to find the perfect measurements for whatever building he was planning. you picked up on this, how he often promises to eat with you at the table, but gets so lost in his work he dismisses his own needs just for the sake of his project.

you decide to take the initiative, covering the plates of food with towels before making your way to kaveh's office; a small building to the left of the living area of the property, though it seemed to be that he was living there instead.

slowly pushing the front door open, you let yourself inside, sighing happily at not only the warm air against your now cold cheeks, but also at the comforting scent that you know all too well...

"it looks good, hun" you'd say, your voice gentle and sweet as to not scare him. he wouldn't turn to face you, but instead stare holes into his blueprints, hand holding his chin as he was lost in thought.

"hm? oh, sorry love, could you repeat that? i didn't hear you"

you make your way over to him, choosing to stand behind him rather than infront. snaking your arms around his waist and pulling him into you, you rest nuzzle the side of your face against his back. he jolts slightly, only to relax into your touch seconds after. "it's looking good" you repeat yourself, rubbing circles on his stomach through his shirt in an attempt to ease his stress. all it does is leave him stressed and flustered... ok maybe a bit less stressed, he's not complaining though. he loves the way you're so gentle with your hands, and know exactly how to make him feel so flustered. placing his own hands on yours, he intertwines your fingers with his, dragging your hands across his lower stomach to wrap around him tighter. "y- you really think so?"

"of course i do, love, everything you design is beyond beautiful, but this one especially...

"would- do you think you'd live in it?"

"oh, absolutely! strangely enough, it looks just like how i imagined my home to be when i was younger"

unbeknownst to you, kaveh is uncontrollably smiling like an idiot, knowing that you approve of your future home really gives him even more motivation to put his all into every single one of the blueprints, making sure not to miss even a single detail...

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you'd like me to write next!

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[macsimagines]

Could I ask for Kisaki, Rindou, and Draken with partners that are insecure? Like they truly believe that their boyfriend/husband could do so much better than them

I've done this one already for Kisaki and Draken here but I can def do one for Rindou!! this is kind of like a part two to my EX! Ran Haitani headcanon set!! also idk why text colors are being weird i'll try to fix it later on

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI,

Yandere!Rindou Haitani

He loves you, adores you even. You're so soft and kind compared to his hard and mean. Rindou has always taken pride in being who he is. He's a Haitani brother, feared allover Tokyo and a ruler in charge of Roppongi.

But for you? Just you- He's Rin. Your loving boyfriend that is never too busy to spend time with you and never lacking in affection. He'll hold your hand gladly or throw a reassuring arm over your shoulder.

All the love in the world can't stop the thoughts in your head though. He's so much more than you'll ever be. You've seen him in action and his strength and overwhelming capabilities compared to your...to your anything just made you feel so dull in comparison.

Rin is beautiful, he catches the eye of every woman you walk past on the street. Rin is strong, he can beat men without breaking a sweat. Rin is powerful, he has people that flock to him at his beck and call and you are nothing.

"I just... I just think I'm holding you back," you tell him, over the phone because you're too much of coward to say it to his face, "I want... I want what's best for you-!" "What the fuck are you talkin' about, you're what's best for me! Baby-please-!" "I can't! I'm not enough, I'm sorry Rin."

And you hang up the phone, block his number. Its better this way, you're sure by this time next week he'll have moved onto someone else, someone better that could keep up with someone as amazing as him.

But then something unexpected happens. His brother comes looking for you. Rin warned you about him once, said that after a bad breakup with his girlfriend he hadn't been the same.

"I thought they got back together though?" you had asked him confused after he had told you. He never answered you back, just got this weird look on his face before giving you a warning; "Try not to get too close. And try not to piss him off."

Yet here he was, at your doorstep staring you down like you were the scum of the earth. Apparently you hadn't heeded the warning.

"Havin' fun?" he asks, not even blinking while he towers over you, and your voice is caught in your throat, too scared to even make a sound at the older Haitani. "Cause I'm sure fuckin' not."

And suddenly he's grabbing you by the hair so tight you're scared he's going to rip it from your skull, but no, he's dragging you out the door and down the steps of your apartment ignoring your cries and screams for help.

Muttering something the whole way to his car. Something like "...You bitches and the games you like to play. Fuck with our heads, you and my girl always got make fuckin' problems for us-"

Then he's shoving you into the passenger seat making sure you can't get out. One moment you feel like you've found your voice again and then the next it leaves you because Ran has a gun pointed right at you only seconds later.

"Your gonna fix this you ungrateful bitch," he spits, eyes so full of hate it makes you want to curl in on yourself, "Put my baby brother back together and act like you like it. Like you fuckin' love it. Or I'll kill you my damn self and make you regret makin' a fool out of the Haitanis. Do you understand, Y/N?"

You're not sure if you say yes or if you even or in affirmation before he's pulling out of the parking lot and speeding dangeroulsy to some unknown destination.

And you are crying, silently shaking and sobbing because you're so scared of what he's going to do and he's still holding the gun right at your head, muttering to himself yet again.

"I'll make it right- I'll fix him and he'll be ok- fuckin' women making us loose our goddamn minds-,"

Finally you pull into a warehouse, abandoned by the looks of it and new found fear arises in you- Is this where Ran is going to kill you? But no.... This is where Rin is.

You see him first, his eyes are dark and he looks so tired from his usual self, and his expression is so empty, so emotionless that you're worried for a split second but then you see...the man. At least that's what he used to be.

His face is beaten in, and his body is contorted in such a mangled way you're sure his limbs had been broken, and Rin is on top of him. Pummeling away at the already red and mangled face.

You can't help the small gasp that leaves you and you probably would've ran out there screaming had Ran not been holding you by the neck.

But your scream was enough to alert the younger Haitani, and he turns to look at you with eyes wild like an animals. "Y-Y/N?" he whispers standing on shaking legs, "B-baby is that you?"

It didn't matter how hard you tried you couldn't make out a single sound, too shocked by the scenes unfolding around you. Thankfully, Ran wasn't short on words....

"Ya, I brought Y/N here 'cause she has somethin' to say," Ran shoves you forward, making sure that the gun at his side is always within your view. A silent reminder of what he made you promise...

Rin doesn't let you get any words our before he's embracing you with bloodied hands, smearing another persons bodily fluid all over you... "Oh baby, please tell me you're back, please? Its been hell, I can't do this without you, I'm loosin' my fuckin' mind."

Its like your brain suddenly catches up with you. You have to say yes or else... "I-I'm back," you nod, hugging him back with shaking hands, "I'm... I'm sorry Rin."

And suddenly he's sobbing, pulling you away only so he could hold your face in his bloody hands to look into your eyes, "How could you do this to me, I love you so much,"

Ran once again, speaks. "You need to keep her in line," he tells his younger brother, much to your dismay, "Like I keep my girl. Don't worry. I'll teach you."

You could never leave Rin Haitani. Shame on you for even trying.

[hoe4rairai]

❌️ RAIAN FEVER TODAY ❌️

My Answers ❣️ :

1- If you were in Raian's universe, will you accept him as he is ? The murdere , the Assassin ...

Hard at the beginning, but I will grow a thicker skin if he only assassins bad people. Otherwise, it's a huge pill I might not even be able to swallow. Also, if he likes animals, it might be a bit easier to accept his job.

2- Continue dating him after what he's done to Alan ?

YES ... but it will take me a while to accept what I saw him doing, and i might not be relaxed for a while when he's around me. If I distant myself from him, he will go and never come back because he'll think I don't support him. However, I DOOOo support him, especially with these worms. But the mere fact that he torn a full-grown human ass apart will not settle well with me at the beginning . Speaking about it might be a good idea, but I can't show Raian my discomfort, as to him, it means weakness, and he hates mentally or physically weak people. My my discomfort might have, however, show unintentionally when he touches me or makes a sudden move on me. I can't help it, I am not a kure , my brain functions differently.

3- Will you support his mission to destroy the Worm and accept that he might never come back ?

I support his mission 💯... If He might never come back, I will probably disappear as well. In the alternate universe, Raian will be the air I breathe, so him not around ever again means no point for me to live , so i will go search for him in hell and live with my king for eternity .( too dramatic, I know 🤣 )

4- Will you be able to handle his rough handling and obsession over his power ?

Me personally, i am obsessed over his power and i brag about it whenever i get a chance, but with me, I might have to keep reminding him gently every now and then that I am breakable and I would need little TLC every now and then, specially that time of the month, he however, will do whatever he pleases until i show some physical discomfort, then he snuggles with me like a kitty, I SWEAR HE PURRRSSSSS.

5- If you were transported to Kengan universe, how would you seek his attention ?

Looooool .. I have no Fuckin idea .... he likes strong women physically and mentally. I will surely be a mantal challenge for him. It's not hard to be chased by men if you play the right cards, but with the Kure Devil, I better be quick-witted and challangbleonce once the bait gets hooked he will claim me. AND I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN. Am just worried about the aftermath ☠️☠️

6- In Kengan univers, how would you want to look like ? Describe yourself ( looks, figure, hair, strength, height, weight , foreign or Japanese , job.. what will your unique feature be ? SET YOUR IMAGINATION FREE

It's not so much different from how I look in reality. I am 162cm and 50kgs . umm, maybe longer hair , like a long breeded dark black hair. I would probably want to look like a human cute but sexy cat 😄😁😁 Meow. Though, I know he would be attracted to a unique beauty with a twisted yet mysterious personality that I can be, but Raian , likes his woman big and strong, so I might not stand a chance if ever ...

8- How you met ?

7- Imagine your first kiss / Sex .. ! It's NOT traditional ...!!!

First Kiss : forced, pushed, and messy but will deepen when I gradually lose my grip.

Sex : he won't be an asshole but he will manhandle me , and I think I will get attached after that. It won't be easy at first to adjust to his black sharp eyes paralyzing my body and soul or the positions he will force my body into that would make me very vulnerable and hopeless and SCARED but I will get attentive when he slows down a bit and relaxes.

I WANT TO READ ALL YOUR WILD IMAGINATION YOU HAVE ABOUT THIS MAN ...

At Fusui's apartment. Visiting, I saw a huge body laying on the couch semi naked face down . I mean, I could surf full board on that broad back ... Fusui gestured not to make a sound, but his presence tickled me so I purposely spoke loud, he Turned and his eyes looking at was enough to sent me into her room in a blink of an eye shutting close and wasn't sure if my mind captured the picture of his angry face correctly or I literally saw a real devil in my bestie's living room ..?!!!!!!

Disclaimer: My blog is a safe place for your imaginative mind. We all are wild for this man, and it's perfectly fine to have a comfort character. Don't be shy to go absolutely wild ... 😜 🎶 😉 🤪

[euphreana]

The Shape of Truth - Chapter 8: Puttin On The Blitz

Masterpost

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Ambrosius and Nimona had almost two hours before their meeting with Meredith. In the rain. Nimona suggested they wait it out at the library. It was almost noon, and the study rooms would be filling up soon - they couldn’t risk not having one available. Ambrosius could think of a million things he’d rather do than wait at a library, but Nimona had a point. The library it was.

The cloak Ambrosius had brought was meant for style, not for keeping dry. He looked like a soaked rat by the time he pushed through the library’s massive front doors. As a fluffy dog, Nimona hadn’t fared any better. At least she could trot over to the women’s bathroom and shapeshift the water off.

“You going to dry yourself off, boss?” she asked, returning to the foyer in teen form.

Ambrosius looked down at his soggy attire.

“I don’t think I have that option.”

“Uh, hand dryers?” She pointed a finger towards the mens bathroom. “I’ll go reserve a study room.”

The hand dryers did precious little for Ambrosius’s clothes. He’d just have to deal with everything sticking to him for a while. At least his copy of the invoice and the packet of ash in his pocket hadn’t fallen apart.

Ambrosius sighed as he regarded himself in the mirror. Most of the styling product had been washed out of his hair, leaving it flat and limp. He combed it back with his fingers. Then he glanced at the hand dryer next to him. What if…

~ ~ ~

Nimona tried hard not to laugh when he got to the study room.

“So fluffy!”

“I know.” Ambrosius muttered and tried to brush his hair back more with his hand. It had probably looked better wet. “I got tea.” he said, holding out one of the two paper cups in the cardboard tray he was carrying. “You liked the stuff this morning, right? Earl Grey with milk and sugar.”

Nimona accepted the cup and took a long slurp.

“Yeah. Good stuff.”

Ambrosius smiled faintly. Ballister would have been happy someone else liked his favorite drink.

Ambrosius sat down at the study room table and pulled his phone out. Nimona snatched it away.

“Not today!” she exclaimed, pushing a holographic computer screen in front of him. “We’re not gonna wait around like cadets on exam day - we’re gonna get you cultured!” She clicked play on the video she’d pulled up.

“What—”

“SHH. This is a good one.”

The ‘culture’ Nimona wanted Ambrosius to experience was one of those subversive movies that The Institute had banned from wide release. Ambrosius got even more tense the moment he realized it. He would have told Nimona to turn it off... but once he noticed no one could see them through the patterned glass wall, his curiosity got the better of him and he let it play.

He could see why the movie had been forbidden at The Institute - the story was about a man who’d been falsely imprisoned, and it painted the knights guarding the prison as cruel and the prison itself as squalid. Ambrosius tried to point out the unrealism, only to get a ‘how would you know’ and ‘sh, this is a good part’ from Nimona.

It… was a good movie though. The music was ominous, the camera work was smart, and Ambrosius was surprised to see the actor had actually shaved his head and starved himself to fit the story. And the tension - you could cut it with a knife! Ambrosius watched as the prisoner began to set his escape plan into motion, and…

Loud, jarring music beat through the room’s speakers as waves of bright color splashed across the screen. Ambrosius jumped, startled. Nimona glared at the screen.

“Grrr… I HATE mid-movie ads!”

Ambrosius blinked. This felt familiar…

“Luscious locks! For the luscious you!” Golden hair filled the screen, then zoomed out to reveal the Ambrosius of several years prior holding a shampoo bottle.

“NO NO NO! SKIP! SKIP IT!”

“I can’t! It’s an unskippable ad!”

Ambrosius groaned as he watched himself proclaim the merits of whatever shampoo company had paid him that time. His hair had been longer then - long enough to pull back into a bun and stay within academy regulations.

“Aww, you looked good with long hair!” Nimona said, “Why’d you ever cut it?”

“Ugh. The Institute wanted a more ‘disciplined’ look for my graduation year.”

“You call that disciplined?”

“Hey I’m lucky they let me keep this!”

Nimona snorted.

“Well now that you’ve graduated, you gonna do something else with it?”

“I don’t know. Depends on what The Institute wants.”

Nimona crossed her arms.

“Well if you could have your hair any way you wanted, what would you pick?”

Ambrosius had to think for a moment.

“I don’t know… I did like it long.”

“Still blond?”

Ambrosius laughed.

“It’s been so long, I don’t think I can picture myself with dark hair.”

“Yeah? How about this then?”

In a flurry of pink sparkles, Nimona transformed into… him. Ambrosius blinked. It was like looking into a mirror. There he was; his mother’s eyes, his father’s build, and dark, silky hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Nimona cocked an eyebrow.

“So? How do you look?”

Ambrosius stared.

“… Real.”

It was at that moment the study room door opened and Meredith Blitzmeyer arrived. She stopped when she saw two Ambrosiuses. Nimona gave a grin and shifted back to her teen form. Meredith opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. Then she held her hands up.

“I saw nothing.”

Nimona paused the movie screen and pushed it away as Meredith set her laptop on the table. The laptop screen flickered on.

“You have my storage key, right?” Meredith asked cautiously.

Ambrosius reached into his pocket and set the key on the table in front of him.

“The emails first.”

“Right. Emails…” It only took a moment for her to pull up the subject of their meeting. “The first email came several weeks ago - a special order for a power source that could fit into a narrow space and release all of its energy at once. A controlled explosive for deep mining, it’d said.”

Ambrosius’s eyes skimmed over the email. It was from a ‘Fodere’ of ‘Mansley Mining’ - a self-described startup company.

Meredith continued, “I’ve engineered mining equipment before, so I didn’t think it unusual. They paid my asking price too, no negotiating. It all seemed legitimate.” She clicked to the next email, showing the schematics of the blaster. “I completed a final version for approval. Then they sent the sword to the lab, saying to install the power source inside, for ‘ceremonial’ use in their new mine. I thought it was suspicious, and then one of my assistants recognized the sword.” She scrolled down further, showing the final emails. “I tried asking Fodere followup questions before I reported it to Security. I- I thought it would be helpful to the case. I didn’t think…” Meredith paused and rubbed a hand under her glasses.

Ambrosius scanned the exchange. This ‘Fodere’ hadn’t given any additional information, just requests to finish quickly, and that they couldn’t postpone opening the mine.

Nimona leaned over Ambrosius’s shoulder.

“Who uses ‘prithee’ in an email?” she asked, reading alongside. “That’s like, archaic.”

“High-upper-class people do.” Ambrosius mused, “I’ve even heard The Director say it a few times.” It wasn’t a word Ballister would have used. “Whoever wrote these emails doesn’t mingle with commoners.”

It made sense - the vocabulary, the money involved - the perpetrator had to be a noble. Not that it narrowed things down much, but it at least ruled out a terrorist uprising. There would be a possible motive for framing Ballister then too - not wanting a commoner among the pure-blood ranks.

“When was the lab fire again?”

“The day before the knighting.”

“So this ‘Fodere’ got impatient, since he needed the sword the next day.”

Meredith buried her face in her hands.

“I should have just done it. The queen died anyway. My assistants didn’t need to die too.”

There was an awkward silence. Ambrosius tried to move on.

“Why the fire though? He could have just stolen the sword and blaster and put them together himself.”

Meredith raised her head slightly.

“No he couldn’t have. The power source was delicate. The officials said the fire was caused by one of the prototypes spontaneously discharging and setting off the others, but I had too many safety features to keep that from happening inside the lab - someone had to have done it on purpose.” Meredith looked up at him. “He made my assistants install the power source, and then set off the prototype to burn them alive. I’m only here because I was sick that day.” 

There was a long silence. Meredith looked away.

“Can I have my storage key now?”

Ambrosius slid the key across the table.

“Forward me those emails.” he told Meredith, “And let me get a video of you saying what you just told me.”

Nimona leaned between them.

“Um, privacy much?”

“What?”

“Come on, are you trying to get her killed? The perp is a noble - that’s like, half of The Institute! How do you know whoever you show the video to isn’t in on the plot?”

“That’s exactly what the video is for - if something happens to her, it’ll be a backup.”

Meredith was looking uneasy.

“If something happens—”

Ambrosius held a hand up.

“It’ll be fine.”

“Come on man, this lady’s too valuable.” Nimona threw a friendly arm over Meredith’s shoulder. Meredith still looked uncomfortable.

Ambrosius crossed his arms.

“As a knight, it is my duty to defend against threats to The Kingdom at all costs. If there’s a traitor inside The Institute, they need to be found and dealt with. For the greater good.”

“That ‘protect the greater good at all costs’ mantra is exactly what got your buddy killed.”

Ambrosius’s jaw locked for a moment. Then he found his voice again.

“Well what else is there to do?!”

“We could post the evidence for all the Kingdom to see.”

“Posting it would cause unneeded public tension.”

“That’s a good thing though! Once the common people realize the ones at the top killed both their beloved queen and then one of their own for daring to rise above his station, they’ll demand justice!” Nimona jumped onto the table, “Then when the nobles claim special privilege and get pardoned, the people will revolt! Tables will turn! Buildings will burn! And we can throw off the shackles of the system and rise from the ashes in freedom!” she threw her hands out for dramatic effect.

Ambrosius looked at her blankly. He wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Part of him wanted to report her for apostasy, and the other part was sure she was joking and he just wasn’t getting the joke.

Meredith closed her laptop quickly.

“I think I should go.”

“Wait—” Ambrosius tried to reach for the storage key, but once again Meredith was quicker than he was.

“I don’t want to be involved with revolutionaries,” she stated, “I just want to be left alone.”

“We aren’t planning a revolution! No one’s going to revolt over this! Nimona’s just…” Ambrosius shot Nimona a look, “… jumping to conclusions.”

Nimona put her hands on her hips.

“How is connecting the dots ‘jumping to conclusions’? This could be the spark that dismantles the establishment!”

“Not if we keep this quiet.”

“Keep this quiet? I thought you wanted everyone to know your buddy was innocent!”

“Not if the peace of The Kingdom is at stake!”

“You mean your cushy job?”

Ambrosius's eye twitched.

“I mean we can turn the guilty party in to the Justice Department, and they can do whatever they see fit.”

Nimona looked like she had a witty response to that, but she was cut off by the sound of the study room door closing. Meredith was gone.

Ambrosius and Nimona looked at each other, then sprinted through the door. It was lunch hour and the library was full. No sign of their only witness. Nimona gave a long groan.

“So much for that...”

Ambrosius scanned the crowd, determined to not lose his only lead in proving Ballister’s innocence.

“We can find her again. I- I can find out where she lives. Then-”

“If she’s smart, she won’t be at home by the time we get there.”

Ambrosius gritted his teeth.

“Then we’ll stalk her storage unit or something. We can’t just let her escape!”

“Then what?”

“Then we find out who did this! You want to know too, don’t you?!”

Several library patrons shot Ambrosius glares for raising his voice.

Nimona crossed her arms.

“I wanted to know back when I thought there were other heretics involved. But this is just turning into some high-class drama without results since you’re so concerned about your high and mighty job. I’m out.”

She began to storm away.

“Wait, Nimona—”

But it was too late - she too had disappeared, probably shape-shifted into some other person in the crowd. Ambrosius stood in the study room doorway in silence. He’d just lost everyone he could have considered a friend. Again.

Next chapter

[pinkposies]

0.4 Haunted

So sorry for not being active! I’ve been busy with ACT prep and college apps, but I’ve finally gained free time :) Wc: 4209 Not proofread :P Please tell me about any mistakes. Song - Moonsoon by Tokio Hotel

pervious

Elaine sat down, watching her friend pace back and forth. “I don't understand why you have to leave," Cami said, her face reddened. Do you even have anywhere to go?”

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore, Cami." She insisted, standing up to pull the stressed woman into a hug, “I’ll forever be grateful for your kindness.”

“You can’t expect me not to be worried about you! You’ve been acting so weird lately.”

Elaine pulled back from the hug to look Cami in the eye. “I’m pregnant!” She blurted out, a flush crept up her face, “And the father has decided it’ll be best if I move in with him.”

“The same man who you said left you?” She scoffed when the fae nodded. “Why would you ever want to go back to someone who treated you like shit?”

“I can’t go through this pregnancy alone, Cami and you don’t know the full story, okay?”

Cami sighed, For the short while she’d known Elaine, she knew once the girl’s mind was set on something, it was not likely she’d change her mind. “Just promise to call and visit me, please.”

“Of course! I’ve already planned for you to be the godmother of my baby." She giggled, trying to lighten the mood, then went in for another hug. “I love you, Cami; you’re practically family to me.”

“I love you too; don’t hesitate to call me for anything.” The two women stood in the living room, embracing each other. “Do you need help with your bags?”

Elaine shook her head. “No, it’s not much, but thank you.” She responded, awkwardly leaning down to pick up the two bags. As she headed towards the door, she turned around once more, whispering goodbye. Then walked out.

On her walk to the door, she couldn’t stop the tears filling her eyes. She couldn’t cry in front of Cami, knowing the blonde would also cry, which would make the process of leaving harder. When she stepped out of the apartment complex, she saw Elijah leaning against a black SUV waiting for her.

“I could only assume that you’re not taking the move so well.” Elijah pointed out the obvious as he observed the girl cry, “Please allow me to take your bags.” He voiced softly, in hopes the fragile girl wouldn’t be further upset.

She sat in the car when Elijah opened the door for her. Elaine waited until he put her bags in the backseat so she could speak to him. Watching as the man got into the car and started the car, “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but I don’t understand why I have to live with you two.”

“Elaine, you already have a target on your back; imagine what it’ll be like if word gets out that the Mikealson family is expecting a new family member,” he explained as he kept his eyes on the road. “Throughout the centuries, our family has gained enemies that’ll stop at nothing to get revenge, and you're not in a stable state to protect yourself.”

She put her face in her hands, bringing her knees to her chest. “I just don’t want to leave her. She was the only one there for me when my family dumped me.” Elaine hiccuped, “Cami was the closest feeling of a friendship I’ve had in a while. I’ve grown somewhat of an attachment to her.”

“Please understand, the decision we made would not only protect you but your friend as well.”

Elaine did understand, but she couldn’t help feeling guilty. “Am I even wanted? Klaus didn’t seem enthusiastic to have me back in his life.”

Elijah turned to finally look at her, his expression hardening. “If Klaus didn’t care for you, you'd be dead.”

“I’m just scared.”

“There’s no reason to be; I’ll do everything in my power to protect you. Your family now, whether he is willing to accept it or not.”

જ⁀➴

Waking up early, Elaine rushed to make breakfast for the two men as thanks for their kindness. She hated having tension with people, especially someone she was living with. Her mother always told her food was the way into anyone’s heart, and for once she was going to take her mother’s advice. She carefully baked and cooked many foods that she could think of, even though it was hard considering the brothers barely had any food in the pantry.

Numerous plates floated around the kitchen as the fae finished cooking. The sink was full of dirty dishes, which she used her mind to clean. When she was finally done with the garnish on the hashbrowns, she began to set the table. The floating plates were slowly placed onto the awaiting table that she decorated with flowers she found outside.

Elaine took a step back, admiring her work. She had made pancakes, beacon, beignets, fruit salad, hashbrowns, and cinnamon rolls. The fae was startled by someone clearing her throat; she quickly turned her head to see Klaus leaning against the entry of the kitchen.

“Oh! Good morning!”

Klaus’s face filled with amusement as he scanned the fae from head to toe. "I'm wondering why you were making so much noise." He slightly teased, “I see you made quite the mess.” He pointed towards her.

The fae looked down at her appearance; she had flour in places where flour shouldn’t be. She beamed seeing the vampire’s relaxed stance, “I wanted to make breakfast as a thanks to Elijah and you,” Elaine pointed towards the in a ‘Ta - Da’ gesture, “Where is Elijah? Did he leave early this morning?”

He clenched his jaw, a sign of hidden regret, “Elijah decided it’s in his best interest to leave.” Announcing nonchalantly.

“But why would he do that? All he could talk about yesterday was staying here to protect me.” Elaine tilted his head in confusion, observing Klaus’s extremely serious face.

Klaus scoffed, walking towards the dining table. He sat down, picking up a piece of fruit, “Maybe he got tired of your constant crying.” He shrugged, almost a little too smug, “The walls are pretty thin.” Klaus mocked her.

“There’s no need to be so hostile. I’m just concerned.” She muttered, avoiding eye contact by looking down at her feet. Confusion was a thick fog that clouded her senses; his sudden mood change practically gave her whiplash.

“Here's a suggestion: don’t stick your nose in something that isn’t any of your business.”

“What is wrong with you?” She stared down at the vampire, appalled. “If this attitude you have about what happened in Kallos, then we can talk about it.” Elaine pleaded, wishing to ease the tension.

“Are you that deluded?” Klaus, the sound of his laughter filled the quiet room. “This is about me finally thinking I’m free from the constant annoyance you bring! Yet somehow you find a way to pop back into my life!” His eyes were poisonous to even look upon; so much hatred tainted his soul.

Her eyes suddenly burned to hold back her tears, “Don’t say that! What we had was-”

“Fake! Did you seriously think I loved you?” He exclaimed, standing up and getting up in her, “God, you are so naive. I used you.” He slowly said the last three words.

“Fuck you.” Her words were almost squeaked out, betraying the tears residing behind her eyes and threatening to spill.

“The only reason you're here is because of that thing you’re carrying. Otherwise, I would’ve left you for dead.” He smoldered with resentment as he stared at her, “Clean this mess up.” Klaus spat at her, quickly leaving the kitchen.

Elaine fell to the ground as her knees became weak, She pressed her palms onto her mouth in an attempt to contain her sobs. She released all of the emotions she had been holding inside for the past few days. The overwhelming emotions she had allowed to grow inside of her exploded through the gates, leaving her powerless to do anything but feel.

Her tear-stained face was puffy and swollen with grief; she hated that she let him get the best of him. She hated that he was the one who drove her family away. She hated him. She had a lump in her throat and was blinking away the tears, anger surged up inside her, burning through her.

She swiftly got up from her place on the ground, speed-walking up the stairs towards one of the offices in the mansion. Her mind set on a book she saw when she was snooping around earlier in the morning. Elaine tried her best to open the door with it creaking; once she succeeded, she tiptoed towards the bookshelf.

The fae rapidly searched for the book that caught her eye earlier, flipping through the books. Finally, she spotted an almost ancient-looking book that read ‘The Lycanthropes.’

Her eyes widen, opening the book to the contents page. She flipped through the many pages until she found what she was looking for.

‘Wolfsbane, when ingested, causes a werewolf to become severely weak and feverish. In some cases, death

Elaine jumped as she heard a door suddenly slam.

“Elijah, if not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to this godforsaken city, then well done. I'm here, and I'm worried.” A feminine voice came from downstairs.

The fire poker that was once placed in front of the fireplace ended up in her hand in an instant. She tightly gripped her weapon to her chest as she made her way to the stairway. Peaking her head from behind the wall, she saw a stunning woman with full lips, light blue eyes, blond hair, and pale skin standing seething with anger in the foyer.

“Who are you?” Elaine gained the courage to walk down the stairs, only stopping in the middle to ensure some type of safety.

“You must be that girl my brother Klaus knocked up. I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby bump. Guess you're not showing yet.” She bombarded Elaine, “Where's Elijah?”

Elaine shrugged. "Apparently, he just left.”

Rebekah stopped pacing and peered intently at the fae, “What do you mean, "He just left"?”

“Well, all night long he was reassuring me I’m wanted and that he’ll protect me. Come morning time, Klaus told me he left.” She whispered the last part, the post-adrenaline from the argument has yet to wear down.

“Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!”

Klaus opens a pair of doors and enters the room. “Enough with all the shouting. Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing." He bemused, seeming more in a good mood than Elaine is.

“They were very rude. Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the quarter. So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends.”

“I do have friends. I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you? Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the 'King of the Quarter' now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you.”

“I don't care about Marcel or his rules. Elijah doesn't welch on deals. What did you do to him?”

“Perhaps he's on holiday... or taking a long autumn nap upstairs. Well, go on. Take a look around. You remember this house as well as I.”

“Now where is Elijah?” A pinched expression spread over Rebeak’s face when Klau’s phone suddenly rang and went to leave. “Where are you going?”

“It appears the night is not quite over yet. I'm off for another drink with Marcel.”

“Elijah told me about your plan to take apart Marcel's empire piece by piece. I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry together.”

“I know you don't have many friends, Rebekah, but what some friends do when they get together is they drink. And when they drink, they tell secrets. Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches in the Quarter, and I aim to uncover the 'how' so I might take it for myself. Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list today.” He paused at the door and turned around. “Oh, and welcome home, little sister.”

“He sucks,” Elaine muttered when he left the house.

A small laugh escaped Rebekah’s lips as she turned to the fae, “I agree. I'm going to search this house inch by inch until I find what my evil brother has done to my good one. You're helping.”

જ⁀➴

Rebekah leads Elaine into a secret corridor. “What is the place?” Her words tumbled out in a rush; the closer they got to the end of the stairway, the colder it got.

“The governor had lots of secret rooms. I'll show you his favorite.”

When reaching the end, Elaine squeaked when she got caught in a cobweb, flailing her arms around, “Get it off of me!”

“Relax, doll,” Rebekah’s laughter spilled out as she watched her freak out. “Come here.” She demanded; she picked the webs from the girl.

“Why are there coffins here?” Her voice was still traced with a hint of panic.

A sigh escaped Rebekah’s lips. “Klaus has a set of mystical silver daggers. One in the heart sends us into a deep slumber. Klaus gets his jollies from keeping us in a box until he decides to pull the dagger out." She abruptly stops in front of one of the many coffins. “That must be what he's done to Elijah. This one's mine.”

“That’s awful. Who would do such a thing?”

“He likes to be prepared for when his family members inevitably disappoint him. Elijah's isn't here—he must've stashed him elsewhere.”

“This is sick.”

“Welcome to the family, love. You should've run the second you realized Elijah was gone.” She offered, as a form of sympathy, “You'd best find a way to run.” She forced a smile before leaving Elaine alone.

In the quiet moments that followed, the only sound was the echoing resonance of sorrow, which lingered like an evil spirit over the room. Elaine shook her head in an attempt to get rid of the negative thoughts flooding in.

Examining the room even more, she began to realize she didn’t know Klaus as much as she thought she did. He seemed to be a completely different person.

“I got to get out of here." She whispered to herself, disgusted that someone would even think to do this to their loved ones. “Stars!” She exclaimed as she hit her on the corner of one of the coffins.

Elaine tilted her head to the side, seeing something shiny underneath the coffin. She kneeled, wincing when pebbles dug into her knees. Eyebrows furrowing and then releasing while examining the shiny objects. Connecting the dots, she noticed these must be the daggers Rebekah was talking about.

“It seems you’ve found the daggers.”

Elaine froze, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up. “Who are you?”

“You can see me?” The brown-haired man exclaimed.

“Uh yes.” She hesitantly nodded.

The man practically jumped with joy. “You don’t know how long I’ve been stuck in solitary. Felt more crazy than usual.” He seemed almost drunk with happiness.

“Who are you?”

“Kol Mikaelson.”

Elaine scoffed, “Great, how many more Mikaelsons are there?”

“Love, it only gets worse from here.” He muffled a laugh, seeming to be the only one laughing. “How are you able to see me?”

“One of the many abilities of being a fae.”

“A faerie?” He repeated as a question, “Faes haven’t walked Earth in centuries, and my brother knocked you up.”

Elaine grasped the daggers in her hand as she stood up. “Not for long, though, I plan to get rid of this baby and rid Klaus from my life.” Elaine had a lot of questions and worries, and her mind was racing with disorientation.

“Explains why you were sneaking around earlier." Kol drew his lower lip between his teeth. “My brothers won’t react so kindly if you go behind their backs.”

“I’m not scared of your brothers. I can handle myself.” She declared, scrunching up her face, "Plus, I don’t think Klaus would mind. You must’ve heard us earlier.”

His face twisted, “My brother may be borderline heartless and extremely paranoid, but,” His brows drew together as he went into deep thought and added, “It’s in your best interest to run as far as you can.”

Her mouth slackened in disbelief. “You can’t even make up a lie to make him seem good.”

“Selfish or not, I’d rather you stay here, so I’ll be able to bother someone.” He admitted smugly.

“I’m so sorry, but I need to do what’s best for me.” She apologized, his ghostly figure disappearing when she tuned him out.

જ⁀➴

Elaine gazed at the moon, silently praying for courage. The busy streets of New Orleans filled her ears—jazz music, cars passing by, and people talking. “Divine is the right choice, please give me a sign.” She whispered, “No, this is the only choice.”

She collected the droplets and swiftly dripped the wolfsbane in her. “Come on, Elaine. One upset stomach and you’ll be free.”

Elaine lifts the cup to her mouth but flinches at the horrible spell. She closes her eyes and drops the cup to the ground, the liquid splashing her leg. “I can’t do this.” Elaine sighed, quickly turning her head when a branch crunching came from the darkness. She immediately stood up, feeling the aura of something dangerous consume her.

“I didn’t believe when I caught wind of a fae being in New Orleans, thought your species was a myth. Mm, but the rumors were most definitely about your blood." He moaned, his eyes darkening and veins forming underneath.

When he reached for her, Elaine twisted her hand, hearing his bones crunch. The man roared out in pain, and instantaneously two other vampires appeared behind. She spins around, waving her hand, causing the two vampires to be thrown into the trees surrounding us. One of the vampires ends up impaled; she goes to snap their necks until she feels the vampire behind her put her in a headlock.

Suddenly Rebekah shows up and rips the vampire’s heart out. “Now, that is no way to treat a pregnant lady. I do hate bad manners.” She scoffed, throwing the heart on the ground. “You surprise me, doll, You're not as helpless as I thought.”

જ⁀➴ “Elaine, what were you doing in the bloody French Quarter in the first place?” Klaus growled, looking at the distressed fae, when she didn’t answer right away, that only angered him more. “Answer me!” His booming voice made her flinch.

“Doing us both a favor and putting your little baby out of its misery.” Everything in its path was consumed by the rage in her voice, which burnt like a raging fire.

Klaus runs at her with vampire speed and pins her to the door by the neck. Elaine gasps for air. Rebekah runs at Klaus with vampire speed, pushes him off of Elaine, and grabs him by the shoulders. Elaine coughs and splutters, massaging her throat.

“Keep your hands off her! She is pregnant, for God's sake! All of this bluster about not wanting the child, and then the second she tells you she's ready to get rid of it? It's okay to care. It's okay to want something. That's all Elijah was trying to do—all he's ever wanted for you. All we've ever wanted.”

Klaus lets out an exhausted sigh as he sits down on the stairs, putting his head in his hands. “I gave Elijah to Marcel.” He muffled through his hands, his voice filled with regret.

“What?” She was exasperated, face changing into disgust.

“Marcel was nervous. It's bad enough that one Original returned to town, but two? His crew was getting antsy. He wanted Elijah gone, so... I gave him a peace offering.”

“You bartered our brother?” She said in disbelief, but at the same time, she didn’t expect less.

“Have a plan. Gain Marcel's trust, dismantle his empire, and honor Elijah's wish that that baby be born. I am executing that plan the only way I know how. If you don't like it, there's the door. See if I care.”

જ⁀➴

Elaine opened the patio door, peeking her head out to see Rebekah staring into the darkness. The fae sat down next to the vampire, bringing her knees to her chest. "I appreciate you helping me. I don’t know how to thank you properly.”

“Us girls have got to look out for each other.” She smiled at the younger girl, placing her hand on Elaine’s knee.

“I know I shouldn't stick my nose into your business, but if you know that guy has Elijah, why don't you just get him back yourself?”

"Because if I cross my brother, there's still a coffin downstairs with my name on it.”

Elaine smiles at Rebekah before reaching down and grabbing something wrapped in cloth. “I found this and thought it was best to give them to you.” She announces and unfolds the cloth and reveals the two silver daggers.

“Oh, my god.”

“If this is the only thing holding you back from getting back Eligh, then here you go.” She placed the daggers in Rebekah’s awaiting hand. The vampire’s eyes sparkled with awe, bringing Elaine into an embrace.

“Thank you.”

જ⁀➴

“I didn’t use it.” She blurted out, she was pretending to sleep when she heard Klaus sneak into her room.

“What stopped you? You could have been free of all of this... of me.”

Elaine shuffled in the bed to set up, patting for Klaus to sit, which he accepted. “Klaus, as much as I want to hate you, I can’t bring myself to.” She gained the courage to express her feelings. Elaine looked towards the window. “I know you say what we had was fake, but I only felt love for you during our time together,” she muttered, hating that her voice cracked.

The room fell silent; she felt his eyes on her, but she didn’t dare look at him. Only when Klaus’s hands touched her balled-up fist, unballing them before she caused any harm to herself did she look at him and say, “What I said yesterday was misplaced anger. You didn't deserve that.”

She sighed, biting her lip. “I only want us to get along, Klaus, but you need to put in effort as well.”

“I’ll try, dearheart.”

“This whole thing with Marcel—the deal you have with the witches, trying to take him down, take what's his—Rebekah told me that you two once loved each other like family. What happened?”

“I made Marcel everything that he is. I treated him like a son. And when my father chased me and my family from New Orleans a hundred years ago, we believed Marcel was killed—we each mourned him in our way. Yet, when I returned, I found not only had he survived, he had thrived. Instead of seeking us out, instead of sticking together as one, he chose to take everything my family had built and make it his own. Now, he is living in our home; he is sleeping in our beds. That 'M' he stamps everywhere... it's not for 'Marcel'. It's for 'Mikaelson'. I want it all back, and if I have to push him out to get it, then that's exactly what I'll do.”

Rebekah burst into the room before Elaine had a chance to speak. “You were right. The girl, Cami—she's the key. Marcel likes her, and because of that, I got to see the secret weapon of his that you've been going on about.”

“Wait! Cami? Like white girl with blonde hair, Cami?”

“You know of this woman?” Klaus questioned.

“She was the one who took me in once I got to New Orleans.”

Rebekah cleared her throat. “We’ll be able to establish a plan using her with you later, Elaine, but a girl, Davina. She can't be more than sixteen is Marcel’s secret weapon, and I have never felt power like that.”

“A witch.”

“She's not just any witch; she's something I've never seen before, something beyond powerful, and now because of you, she has Elijah. Who knows what she could do to him?”

“Where is she?”

Rebekah stops her rant to think, “That clever bitch. I don't know.” She angrily blurted out.

“What's wrong?”

“She wiped my memory of the location. Marcel possesses a weapon bigger and more powerful than an original, and you handed our brother to him! How many times will Elijah forgive you? How long until his hope for your redemption finally dies?”

“I did what I had to do! Marcel took our home!”

“And our home is worthless without family. I am finding Elijah—whatever it takes. Are you going to help me?”

“Whatever it takes.”

“I think I can help with gaining your memory back.” Elaine inserted herself into the conversation.

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4. Share a dark thought? (Go on, vent a little)

IM GONNA VENT (this is behind oh well i had to get my feelings bubbling up)

honestly i hate canon or bust. it literally kills the joy and sucks the fun out of fandom. and even the source material itself. maybe it's just me being older and having been in fandom for literal decades, but like this crusade for Canon or Nothing At All is just so fucking bad and is just overall detrimental to engaging with the source material, with fanworks, and even just each other!!!

about to just drop everything under the cut because it's long and incoherent

like, okay. yes, do i want representation? sure. do i want stories written for queer characters deserving of story arcs equal or better than what the straights typically get? yeah of course im not a monster. but like, people don't even know how to handle the representation they do get. and then have the gall to ask for perfection when it does show up. that's the burden to bear of being the Chosen Ones is that the weight of expectations is heavier than, like, side character three. so i get it. i get all of that. i want the good things also. i want the ladies kissing ladies on television etc etc

but that's not what im talking about. im talking about the people who literally will just sour the well with their desire that if their Ship isn't canon then it's time to ruin the playground because if i'm not having fun no one can be having fun. and that's literally so terrible and bad and also makes everyone not like being there any more. you shat on their sandbox, you burned down the monkeybars. like, it's not fun there anymore. but the problem there (other than it's annoying and destructive), is that it just further puts fanworks under the agenda of Pushing for Canon Truth instead of, like, a fun thing to share and do with your community.

another caveat here: OF COURSE fandoms have been doing both of those things this whole time, but it just always feels like when i see a push for "make X canon" (X being a ship, 99% of the time), it almost doesn't care about just enjoying yourself??? making a ship canon can be and is important in the larger landscape of media, culture, and representation. yes yes, i'm with you. but i think especially in fandom spaces if canon is not there, then what else is left? is such a bad take.

the rare pairs are there. the multiships. but not even just ships, but dynamics between characters. there are probably other strong contenders for the piece of media that irrevocably changed the landscape of fan/media relations, but since i *was* in the glee fandom, i'm gonna blame that one. i think the nature of how glee essentially opened access to the actors, to the producers, to the showrunners that had direct impact on the source material's canon kinda set up the groundwork for how the rest of media would evolve for the next decade. the ship wars and the ship polls were kinda insane back then. idk if it's still insane now because i've retired from my 'fandom city apartment' to my 'fandom small coastal town bungalo' and just minding my business. all that to say that even as a shipper, 90% of fandom conversations when it comes to Canon is literally just the pursuit of making their two white men (or women) kiss.

which means that we lose out on actual conversations and discussions around character development, dynamics with others as foils or as antagonists, and the larger implication in the plot of the whole thing.

i know the desire for canonifying two characters with insane chemistry and with storylines that lead to romance were they cast as one heterosexual male and one heterosexual female comes from the unfairness and frustration that if it's already right there, why not just fucking do it? listen we're all fighting an uphill battle for equality across the board, so any step forward is gonna be met with a step back, if not more. so like, i'm cognizant of this. so i get why. but when the entire persona that someone displays is just to push for wanting a ship to be Canon above all else, that's when it breaks down for me.

i doubt im making any sense at this point so im just gonna close this out by saying that yeah, i want similar things at the end of the day. i also want the two women with insane chemistry and whose storylines beat for beat match that of a heterosexual pairing had they been cast as such. but canon is not my business, i have nothing to do with that. because i don't make my fun at the doll shop where i bought my barbies. that's not the appropriate place for me to play. i make my fun in the sandbox where i stick the barbies' heads in the sand, as a treat.

[romanarose]

Darkness on the Edge of Town: Chapter 1

Joel Miller X Reader

Chapter 2

Masterlist

Summary: While heading home for a mandatory lockdown, Joel stumbles on something he wasn't supposed to see with FEDRA guards and steps in. This, unfortunately, lands with him spending unexpected time with a young woman. Oh, and there's only one bed.

warnings!: attempted gang rape, physical hard with a gun, mentions of blood, canon typical violence, lmk if I missed anything! EVENTUAL SMUT

A/N: This was supposed to be a one shot. Now I'm not sure how many chapters we're looking at. Three minimum. Also, I KNOOOOWWWWW this follows the biggest Romana trope: Protective! Man protecting a woman. I will not apologize.

EDIT: This was originally posted as an OC fic, because I had bigger plans for it, but I honestly lost a lot of steam on it. I was going to give up on it tbh but someone sent an ask asking about a chapter 2, and I hate to disappoint! So I'll be condencing the story and making it a reader fic. hoping you guys like it! ****************************

As the sun was setting, Joel walked to his home, trying to savor the last of the outside he’ll have for the next couple days. The local government had made a mandatory few day quarantine for no discernible reason other than to exercise control, remind the citizens who was in charge. A week, give or take, without work wouldn’t be great by any means, but Joel and Tess at least had a partnership, so they weren’t completely on their own. This week, however, Tess was gone. She was making a trade with Bill and Frank when the lockdown announcement came out, and Joel had to radio over for her to stay there until it ended. This meant that he had a week alone in his tiny apartment room without Tess knocking on his door for one reason or another.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” A woman shouted from the alley he was passing.

Joel’s survival instincts said to keep walking; wasn’t his business, wasn’t his problem, wasn’t him or Tess or any of their allies. He didn’t need to get involved. But Joel knew right from wrong, and as much as he liked to pretend to himself he wasn’t a good person, that he wasn’t the same person he was before Sarah died, he couldn’t keep walking. Plus, Tess would kill him if she knew he walked away from this. Turning down the alley, he saw you being pushed and pulled by some soldiers; all men. One pulled you by the shirt so you were flush against him, and you shoved him off yourself, making the young man hit the alley wall. This action earned you a pistol whip, causing blood to come out of you forehead as you cried out, stumbling backwards into the arms of another man, and Joel couldn’t stand back any longer.

“Hey!” He shouted, striding further into the alley. One of the soldiers grabbed your arm, keeping her to him and away from Joel. “What’s goin’ on here?” He said, eyeing the men. He was more or less familiar with them, some he knew their names, some he didn’t but recognized their faces.

One man he had dealt with, a trouble maker who liked to use his power to his benefit and was surround by rumors of his treatment of women. Nothing could be proven, and no real accusations were made; they wouldn’t go anywhere if there had been. His name was Ross, a younger man than Joel was by a few decades, one of those who had been teenagers when shit went south. That age had been terrible in the ‘before’, a time of confusion and soul searching for anyone, and all that had been interrupted by losing everything. This created a lot of inner turmoil that never settled for most. Some killed themselves, some managed it, some became god awful people.

Ross spoke, eyeing Joel with a smirk. “Curfew, Joel, you know the rules.”

“She’s still got ten minutes.” Joel spoke firmly, his stare intense on the younger man, letting him know he wasn’t backing down. His eyes connected with yours. Joel wasn’t an idiot, he knew there were different dangers in this world for women, something he’d likely never have to worry about outside of concern for Tess.

Not phased by Joel the way many others were, Ross continued his hold. “She lives on the other side of town, she’s not getting there on time. But don’t worry” He laughed lightly. “We’ll escort her”

If Joel wasn’t certain what they were planning, the way they laughed and smiled at each other told him. With a grunt, you kick your leg hard against his shin repeatedly, causing him to shout and push you off of him to stop the assault on his leg. Joel took the opportunity, grabbing your dirty shirt and yanking you back behind him. Surprisingly, you smack his arm in return. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

“I’m trying to help you” Joel grumbled to you.

“I don’t need it” But none the less you stood behind his broad body.

Ross was less pleased now. “Lockdown is in 5 minutes, how you gonna get her home before then, Joel?”

Joel hesitated. This was the last thing he wanted this week, a week where he had an excuse to stay home, be alone and wallow in his own misery, but there was no way he could live with himself if he just left you. “She’ll come with me”

Ross eyed him, obviously irritated that he’s losing. “You didn’t seem like the type to take in a charity case… or do you have some ulterior motives.”

Joel didn’t play games. Turning on a heel, you were now in front of him and he pushed you forward and out of the alley quickly. “Go”

You shoved him off you, whispering harshly. “Stop fucking touch me!”

“Go” But he kept his hands off you.

As they turned the corner, he heard Ross call out to them. “Four minutes Joel!” His voice echoed mockingly. “Better hurry!”

But Joel was already speed walking.

“Where are we going?” You scrambled after him.

“My place.”

You stopped in your tracks. “I’m not going with you.”

Turning around only briefly, he took one long stride towards her, pointing his finger. “You have two choices. Go with me to my shithole,” He pointed back towards the alley. “Or you can do with them. Up to you.” He saw you glare at him as he turned back around; he did his part and you were an adult, you could make her own stupid choices.

He heard you footsteps. You quickly followed him.

Joel and you barely made it in time.

The room was… a room.

One bed, a beat-up old lounge chair, a dresser, table and two chairs. The ‘kitchen’ was a small stove with a single burner, but it didn’t look very used; the microwave did. To the left there was a door, presumably to the bathroom. You stood in the doorway awkwardly, body tense and stiff.

Joel gestured vaguely around the apartment and grumbled something she didn’t quite understand, but she assumed it didn’t really matter what he said.

“Nice place” You said, looking around.

Looking slightly defensive, he replied. “No one’s making you be here”

You frowned at him. “I was trying to be polite, but fine, you live in a shithole.”

“Yeah, well, this shithole is where you’re stuck for the next few days, unless you wanna risk it with Ross” He said with a little bite, before feeling just a bit bad. When he glanced over at you, you were harshly glaring at him. “I’m Joel” He muttered under his breath.

“Yeah” You scoffed. “I picked up on that between you yanking me around”

Joel turned to face you, crossing his arms in annoyance. “You’re welcome” His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Undeterred, you crossed your arms back, hips cocked as you stood in defiance, seeming to consider your next words. Then, as nervousness flickers around your face, you seemed to realize the position you were in. Looking away and to the floor, you spoke softer. “Thank you. I know this isn’t… ideal”

“Don’t worry about” He grabbed a flannel shirt and sweats from his drawers and tossed them abruptly at you, then motioned for the bathroom. “Showers o’er there. There's… um…” He hesitated. “Under the sink.”

You furrowed your brow, confused. “What’s under the sink?”

Running a hand through his hair, Joel turned away and pretended to be suddenly very interested in the lamp. “You’ll see.”

“Sounds like a threat, but okay.” You murmured as you shuffled into the bathroom before stopping and turning around, telling him your name.

He gave a nod, barely acknowledging you as you disappeared into the bathroom. This was going to be a long fucking week.

When you took in the dingy bathroom, you decided to see what he was talking about beneath the sink. When you opened up the small cabinet, you found possibly the last thing you were expecting to see in the bathroom of the world's grumpiest man. Pads. The initial surprise you felt was quickly overtaken with a swell of warmth. You wondered about the type of man he was before the outbreak. The last 20 years had broken some of the best people down, the need for survival tearing people apart… but you firmly believed good people remained good deep down, someone inside them, even if it only came out when necessary. And today, as you faced down a group of men with evil intentions, it was clear that this was a situation he couldn’t ignore. You’d seen a lot in your years, more than enough for several lifetimes.

The bath felt nice, even if it was cold, as did his clothes, as well worn as they were. When you padded out into the one room place, you saw him standing over what could barely be called a stove.

“It’s just shitty canned soup, you can have some. I don’t got a lot here, but enough to get us through.”

“Thank you. I can pay you back once I get home”

“Hm.” Was his non committal answer.

A pause.

“And thank you for stopping-”

“Don’t mention it.”

“I mean it-”

Joel whipped around, his eyes intense and alight. “I said, don’t mention it.”

You shut your mouth but glared at him, letting him know he was being a dick. And yet, you really weren’t in much of a position to complain, were you? He had saved you from an attempted gang rape, the act of which caused him to have to put you up in his home, share his clothes, his water, his food… All the while giving no indication he had any ill intentions of his own. How many people would do this for a stranger?

He got his food, sitting at the table and once again gesturing vaguely towards the ‘kitchen’, prompting you to get food for yourself. You didn’t feel you weren't exactly wanted at the diner table, so you looked around for another place to eat, moving over to the chair. It wasn’t the worst thing she’d sat on, but it wasn’t the best either. A new problem was glaring as they ate in silence.

There was only one bed.

You piped up. “I can sleep on this chair.”

“Yeah” Was all he responded.

Clearly, he meant for you to sleep there anyway. It was going to suck, but it was better than whatever was planned for her in the alleyway.

Wordlessly, he walked off and shut the door to the bathroom and it wasn’t long before she heard the water running to take his own cold bath. Amazing bedside manner, really. Top tier. You tried to remind yourself you were looking a gift horse in the mouth, and brushed off your bitterness. When Joel immerged, he didn’t look at her as he walked past.

“So,” You started.

“No.”

“How long have you-”

“No.”

“Do you at least-”

A loud groan as he scrubbed his face, signaling you to stop.

You sat there, staring at the wall while Joel went about his business before you heard him call to you. “Hey. C’mere”

You turned around, eyeing him suspiciously. “Why”

“If you want your fucking forehead infected, that’s on you”

“Wait!” You scrambled up, walking over towards him where he had some basic first aid. “Sorry, I-”

“Sit” He directed to the chair at the table, not making eye contact.

Doing as you were told, you sat down at the table, looking up at Joel as he bent over you. You winced as he applied the disinfectant. “You could sit-”

“No” Despite his harsh tone, his touch was gentle, careful, and moving away when you winced.

“So” You tried to start a conversation again. “Joel. That’s Hebrew, right? Are you J-”

“Stop.” Joel briefly put his hands down, standing straight up. From your view on the chair, you suddenly realized how tall he was. His eye contact, when focused on you as it was now, was all consuming. “We’re not friends, we’re not going to come out of this as friends, we’re gonna be lucky if we don’t rip each other's head off. So how about you stop talking, and I stop wondering if I can drown myself in the bathtub every time you ask me a question.” When you didn’t argue, he oh-so softly applied a bit of antibiotic ointment, careful not to waste the little he had.

“Well, that was a bit blunt” You commented as you studied his face. Handsome, older; graying but not falling apart. His accent was southern, but where? You could not place, but that would explain his sense of duty.

“You asked if I was Jewish an hour into knowing me, and out of nowhere. I don’t think I’m the blunt one here” Joel muttered again, but this time there was a hint of… something else. Not quite playful, there was nearly no change in his tone, he was just as gruff as before, but the way he spoke indicated it was almost a joke. Almost. But not quite. He stood up without another word and washed his hands of the antibiotic cream and remaining blood that had oozed out. Grabbing an extra blanket from the drawer, he tossed it at you aimlessly and hit the light.

“Go to bed”

“It’s 8pm”

“Go. To. Bed.”

“Old man”

This received no response from him, but you laughed to yourself.

“Good night Joel.”

A loud sigh was the only response you got.

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I'VE NEVER WRITTEN FOR JOEL SO PLEASE BE NICE! I don't know a whole lot about this universe or the world building so I'm so sorry if this is wrong. But I love Pedro so so so so much and I love TLOU so far!!! Please leave a comment if you like what you see so I know people want more, and reblog if you are so inclined! It's the only way to spread my work on this sight!

Shocker. The fic is titled after a Springsteen song. Joel Miller Listens to Springsteen, Melloncamp and Petty and I will not be taking criticism at this time.

And! Be sure to check out my other Pedro character fic, Take Your Time with my boy Frankie Morales! Tagging some I think may be interested, if you aren't interested in Joel fics just comment to be removed!

My love, @welcometostayingawake @trinkets01 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @luciannadraven33 @howaboutcastiel

[zethwritesss]

Heartthrob

modern au: actress!ellie x actor!reader, afab!r, reader plays a female character, but they/them pronouns are used for reader.

Warnings: cursing, no use of y/n, reader is not fem, angst, fluff, eventual; kissing, substance use and smut. ALSO SPOILERS FOR 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU!!

Synopsis: Following a recent heartbreak you promise to never fall for another person again. Ironically you’ve been chosen to play a lead role alongside oscar-winning, Ellie Williams. Ellie is an actress you’ve looked up to since you started your acting journey. “10 things i hate about you” is a lesbian rom-com parody of the 1999 film of the same name. Despite the acting being a breeze you’ve encountered a major problem; can you and Ellie keep the romance on the set only?

word count: over 1k

Authors note: i don’t know how long this fic will end up being but your support and reblogs are very appreciated! also enjoy the little phone call audio!! i watched the movie last night and rip heath:((( GO WATCH THE GODDAMN MOVIE IF YOU HAVENT ALTHOUGH THIS IS A SFW POST MINORS AND MEN DONT INTERACT

soooo… with out further adieu:

Heartthrob: The Prologue

The clock read 7:04pm, you were situated in your tiny apartment located in L.A. Your phone buzzed, you picked it up quickly, excited that your crush, Freya had texted you. You and Freya had matched on a dating app over a month ago and things were going good so far.

Your heart sunk to your chest, your hands began to shake as you felt that familiar pain of heartbreak seep back into you. It's a feeling that you hate with every fiber of your being. It is one that leaves you unable to function for days on end. The girl who you had stupidly fallen for unfortunately had commitment issues, you mourned what you two could’ve had, the dates you could’ve gone on and you couldvt watched the cheesiest of rom coms together. “I will never fall for another girl again” you promised yourself, now ever so aware of the pain that loving someone can cause you to experience. You decided to send your friend Dina a message.

Speaking of rom coms you’re supposed to hear if you got the lead role for “10 things i hate about you'' the highly-anticipated, sapphic parody of the 1999 movie of the same name, starring Juilia Stiles and Heath Ledger. The role you auditioned for was for Kat Stratford, an abrasive but beautiful girl, who’s temperament leads her to not attract many women- and the rule her father has placed, which is that Kat’s younger sister can’t date unless Kat herself has a date. Over the course of the film Kat falls for a girl named Sarah.

Sarah is portrayed by Oscar-award winning actress Ellie Williams, Ellie has made herself well known as the lesbian heartthrob of the 2020s. Her presence sends any lesbian onto their knees, turning them into nothing but a muttering-stuttering gay-panic.

Thinking about working alongside her gave you chills and made your stomach do flips. You and Ellie were roughly around the same age, but she felt way out of your league. You’ve always looked up to Ellie since you saw her in her breakout film. She was an extremely talented actress, and has definitely made a name for herself.

You hear your door unlock. “Hey, I'm here! Where are you?” Dina says with a worried tone in her voice, she knows when you don’t give her much context to the situation that something has definitely happened.

“'m over here” you reply quietly.

Dina walks into your living room. You’re curled up in a ball on the couch, eyes red and puffy from crying. “Aww noo- what happened?”

“Freya and i- fuck… w- we didn’t work out.” You said, in between sobs, Dina hugged you, her hand rubbing your back as she held you. “I am so sorry to hear that- what can I do to help you out here hun? You’re pretty distraught”

“I- i don’t know Dina.” you said, quietly. “Maybe a distraction could help?”

“Ooh! Why dont you tell me about that role you auditioned for!?”

“oh yeah! You’ve seen the original movie right?”

“Yep I have! I’m really excited to see how this movie turns out!” Dina said, smiling, you could tell she was really excited.

“i auditioned for Kat Stratford- i don’t think i’ll get it though- OH FUCK- they haven’t even called me back yet!” You said to Dina, starting to get worried that they wouldn’t call you back.

You were an anxious, emotional heart-broken mess and desperately needed that lead role. Having that lead role would give you something to look forward to. Your phone rang, you quickly picked it up, hands shaking as you anxiously awaited your results. You set your phone down on the coffee table and set it to speaker.

“Hey, this is Jessica! You auditioned for the role of ´Kat Stratford’ in ‘10 things i hate about you’ right?”

“mhm- yep that’s me!”

You twiddle your thumbs together. “deep breaths” you tell yourself. You and Dina looked at eachother.

“Well congratulations! you got it!”

“Oh my god!! Thank you so much! I really needed to hear this.” you said, as a sigh of relief went through your entire body.

“Wait before you hang up, I've got someone else who wants to talk to you! Give me a minute as I transfer you over to her”

You and Dina were freaking out, excited butterflies erupting in your stomach. Dina had brought you into a very tight hug.

The phone switched over to the other person on the other end.

“Hey! It’s Ellie here! I wanted to congratulate you personally on the role, it’s well deserved! I'm really excited to meet you and work alongside you! I'll see you at the script reading on Monday!” Dina gasped and you put your hand over your mouth in shock.

“Oh my gosh it's such an honour to meet you Ellie!”

“And the same to you, you’ve got quite the talent for acting! Also feel free to write down my number, It’d be good for us to get to know each other before we start!”

“Yeah! Sounds good!” Out of the corner of your eye you saw Dina writing down Ellie's number on her notes app! “Thank god for Dina she’s a lifesaver for real” you thought to yourself.

“Don’t be shy and shoot me a message!! Really looking forward to connecting with you! Take care and see you soon.”

“Bye Ellie!”

“see ya later!”

Ellie hung up the phone and you looked at Dina, no words could come out of your mouth at the moment- your mouth hanged open in shock. You and Dina squealed and you two started jumping up and down out of the euphoria you were feeling.

“DINA- WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS THAAATTTT…”

“I DONT KNOW but i'm so happy for you! you’ve worked your ass off man!! This is well deserved!” Dina exclaimed.

“Dina give me her number- WOAH that sounds unreal. Ellie Williams herself gave me HER NUMBER LIKE WHAT THE FUCKKKKK!!! All of the stans would kill to have those 9 digits! Is this a dream? Dina, slap me please!”

You said, your brain trying to process what happened.

Dina slapped you hard on the arm. “OW- Yep i’m definitely not dreaming”

“NO you are not-”

Your heart was still broken but you had something to hope for and something to look forward to, which really helps you move on. And Dina helps you too, Dina gives you that shoulder to lean on, she’s always got your back and you’ve always got hers!

TAGLIST: @m-3-ijiworld @anchoeritic @no-nameno-face @dropsofs4turn @little-star-bun @girlescapes @elliespookie

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Can you do this prompt with Damian priest!;

Yesss

Ferocious teddy bear

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: Your boyfriend's friends make you cry when they find you in their locker room not knowing who you were

You thank security for escorting you to the judgement day locker room, walking in to find it empty as you sit on the couch. Damian felt excited knowing you would be there to watch his match and introduce you and his three friends, you cheer and smile watching him on the monitor in the locker room feeling proud when he wins absolutely on cloud nine waiting for him to come back and find you to show him that you were there but to also show and tell him how proud you were of him hearing the door open to see three faces who immediately stare into your soul making you full of adrenaline, more alert, and more aware as you stand still feeling scared when the women steps closer to you "How did you get in here?" you ring your hands as you stare nervously at the two men then her "Security..I have a pass and I was invited" you back away when the two men get closer. You slowly raise your hands hoping they wouldn't get closer to you "Damian invited me here, he told security to escort me" they look at each other before talking not acknowledging you as you take two steps closer raising your hand out "I can cal-" suddenly the man with shorter hair turned and grabbed your hand making you yelp in fear "I say she's spying on us using our friend IN ORDER TO TEAR US APART AND THAT WON'T HAPPEN" you yell as you are thrown out of the room hitting the wall, quickly crawling in the corner crying in fear until you see a familiar pair of pants and gentle hands on your face "Mi vida what's wrong! Who hurt you?!" you cry as you hug him wrapping yourself around him hiding your face in his neck "Bebita look at me" you whimper and shake your head and yelp when you hear the familiar Australian voice. "Hey dames what-" Rhea stops when she sees damian set you down in a chair and hold your face "Please tell me" you cry while slowly looking at the trio who were staring in shock and then fear when damian follows your eyesight slowly watching his face morph from concern to pure rage as he gets up and walks to the three yelling "What the fuck happened?! What did you do to her?! Why the hell is she so scared that not only is she crying but practically wrapping her whole body around me!" they all immediately yell and talk over each other as he grabs finn when Dom yells out that he had thrown you in the wall "YOU DID WHAT MOTHERFUCKER?!" you run grabbing and wrapping your arms around his making them all look at you as you look him in the eyes leading him to put him down and wrap his arm around you still watching the three. You slowly feel calmer as he pulls you away "I was in the locker room and they came in and thought I was spying on you guys...said I was using you before throwing me out" he feels more anger but knowing how you hated fighting he only kisses your forehead and hugs you before going back with you behind him keeping your eyes on the ground as you sit in a chair down the hall while the four talked before damian grabs your hands and brings you over making you nervous and grip his hand tightly, first dom apologized ending with a kind hug, finn was next giving him a nod and small smile, and after a few hesitant minutes rhea says a remorseful apology giving a quick side hug before slowly they learn more about you and immediately loved you.

[horizon-verizon]

I really hate the idea in the ASOIAF fandom that if a female character has a child not fathered by her arranged marriage husband, that she should be condemned by said fandom, that she is a “selfish” and “spoiled whore” and “unsympathetic” (as if male characters aren’t also fathering bastards too). If I’m gonna go through months of vomiting during pregnancy and risk dying in childbirth, and if still surviving, get my genitals ripped apart and permanently injured pushing said child out, you bet your ass I’m gonna find a way beforehand to make sure my child is fathered by a man I love or at least attracted to. Especially even today women don’t get the right to abort pregnancies from rape or get to block said rapists from visiting them and their child. Noblemen in Westeros get to control their wives and daughters and sisters through arranged marriages, but god forbid noblewomen wrest back some of their agency by choosing who gets to be the biological father of their children. It’s a bold, praiseworthy, and justified act of rebellion.

I could never hate a woman for passing off her illegitimate children as trueborn. Matter of fact, I think more Westerosi women should be doing that. I do not care in the slightest about their husbands. Do what you have to do to survive.

If I’m gonna go through months of vomiting during pregnancy and risk dying in childbirth, and if still surviving, get my genitals ripped apart and permanently injured pushing said child out, you bet your ass I’m gonna find a way beforehand to make sure my child is fathered by a man I love or at least attracted to. Especially even today women don’t get the right to abort pregnancies from rape or get to block said rapists from visiting them and their child.

What does a (cis) woman gain from something that can seriously debilitate her--even risk death--and that (cis) men will never have to suffer to gain? What right does a man have to determine when and how a woman should give birth, especially when they aren't even doctors who work in good faith.

That's the thing, isn't it? Reproductive labor and who it's supposed to benefit...how it was engineered to benefit a man's/the "public" economic and sociopolitical needs or advancement and over the woman's health AND happiness. There is nothing honorable about monopolizing a woman's body as if it is a resource in the first place, so yeah, idc if a woman finds a way of getting her body back.

Like kataraavatara said HERE:

You realize that you yourself do not have to cosplay a member of medieval nobility to enjoy the series, right? Understand that it’s a medieval fantasy setting, but also one written by an author in the twenty first century. You’re supposed to understand why certain characters have their values and critique them, not fucking adopt medieval values yourself, you dingbat.

[derangederensimp]

More than Friends?

Attack On Titan Smut

Zeke Jaeger x Y/N x Erwin Smith

Cw: AU where Zeke is apart of the Scout Regiment, some plot, mainly self indulged smut seeing these men together and instantly saying I want to take them both. Threesome, smut with plot, hickeys, sloppy kisses, dirty talk, Creampie, oral fem and male, aftercare, heavily self indulged as stated before. NOT FULLY PROOF READ

Minors DNI

Photo credit unknown please let me know if you know who made this! I got it from zekeyeageraot on Instagram.

You watched your two commanders, two friends stumbling out of a bar laughing loudly to each other holding each other up trying not to fall over. You thought grown men could hold their liquor but seeing that Levi wasn’t with them to babysit they must’ve gone overboard. “You two are a handful” you mumbled to yourself walking towards the men.

“Oh what do we have here? If it isn’t our sweet y/n” Zeke said hiccuping, a smile on his face. “If it isn’t two drunken fools.. no offense Erwin” you said. “None taken” Erwin softly mumbled and chuckled. “Let’s get you two home”

Easier said than done, they went dead weight here and there and getting to their own places was just not possible. Sighing to yourself you managed to hold up both of them as you held your arms behind them and walked towards your house as it was the closest. Getting the door open you put Erwin on one couch and Zeke on the other setting glasses of water on the coffee table before going to your room and shutting the door. Taking your pants off and bra settling into a baggy shirt and crawling into bed. Your body exhausted from all the weight of two men who towered over you.

The sun shines through the curtains as you picked your head up from the mattress, your hair all messed up, you opened your eyes to see Zeke’s face inches away from yours, startling you slightly and feeling an arm slung over your waist. It wasn’t Zeke’s arm, it was Erwin’s. You were still tired so you closed your eyes and drifted back off into sleep but soon after waking up to Zeke and Erwin shifting in their sleep. “It’s about time for us to get up, we have to go make our rounds” you groaned, pushing on the two of them.

Their eyes shoot open and stare at you, to each other and back at you. You completely forgot that you weren’t wearing any pants, your cheeks growing pink. Clearing your throat “we didn’t do anything. I left you two on the couches last night and you two still ended up here. Come on I’ll make some coffee” you said, getting up and jumping into some pants and walked into the kitchen bringing out three cups from the cupboard. “Sugar and cream, anyone?” You asked. “Cream please” Zeke called from your room. “Just Black” Erwin said. Zeke walked out first scratching his head before grabbing his cup and sitting on the couch. Erwin did the same, humming in delight at the taste.

“You know we are off duty today y/n?” Zeke finally peeped up, raising a brow at you while you took a sip of your coffee. “An excuse to get you two up” you softly said. “Aw do you not want to hangout with your two best friends” Zeke said, pouting his lip out before taking another sip of his coffee. “Wasn’t my plan to take care of you two on my day off but suppose company wouldn’t be bad. Do you two not have something to do?” You asked curiously.

You knew you were in a position where many other women would love to be in. Zeke and Erwin were both very attractive men and as much as you hated to admit it to yourself you did like them both. A little crush was fine wasn’t it? You thought to yourself. What was that nickname they always called you? “Our y/n” you said in your head.

“Y/n… y/n? You getting lost in thought?” Zeke said waving his hand in front of your face. “Oh, sorry yeah what were you saying?”

“We said we aren’t busy and hanging with you all day seems fun” Erwin said, patting the spot open between him and Zeke. Filling the gap, both men moved closer to you. “What do you usually do on your day off y/n?” Zeke asked his voice, sounding deeper than usual must be his morning voice, you thought to yourself. “Usually sleep, relax, enjoy alone time” you said, sipping your coffee before looking at Erwin and Zeke. “What?” You asked, seeing that they both were amused.

“Nothin, just haven’t seen you act this shy before what’s going on?” Zeke asked, softly grinning. “Our y/n being shy? That’s a first” Erwin spoke, your cheeks flushed pink there it was again that damned nickname. “There it is” Zeke cooed, softly chuckling. “Why do you two call me that?” You quickly spat out avoiding their gaze. “Hm, not sure how to answer that. You are just ours, not in a possessive way but in a loving way if that makes sense” Erwin chimed in. You rubbed your eyes, pinched your skin. This had to be a dream.

Zeke placed his thumb under your chin and tilted your head into his directly and up to look at him before his thumb moved to your lips softly swiping across them “so soft.. mind if I get a taste?” he asked. Your body moving on its own, nodding your head yes, Erwin reached around, grabbing the coffee cup from your hand and setting it down on the table before sitting back into his position. Zeke cupped your face into his hands pulling your lips to his. Short but multiple kisses turned into long deepening ones, a soft groan escaping you. Feeling his lips form into a smile before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

His eyes were blown with lust as you stared at him catching your breath, your cheeks turning pink again remembering Erwin was behind you. “E-Erwin I’m sorry”

“Don’t apologize. You're enjoying yourself are you not? Keep going- if you want.” He said. The heat between your legs pooling at the idea of him just watching. Zeke grabbed you by the waist guiding you to straddle him, his hands rubbed up and down your thigh as you connected your lips with his again. Slipping your tongue into his mouth pushing his tongue around, your hips softly moving on him before he pushed you down harder feeling his cock grow harder and harder beneath you made you gasp pulling your lips off of his.

“You're wet aren’t you?” Zeke whispered into your ear. His hand stroked at your thigh “yes” you breathed out. “Do you want us to take care of that for you?” Erwin said. Your cheeked burned pink not expecting to hear the man behind you to say something. Erwin didn’t seem like the type to be apart of this but you were glad he was “please” you mewled, turning your head to look back at Erwin. His hand was palming at the large visible bulge, his cheeks were flushed as he stared at you with a soft smile on his lips. “Well you heard her Zeke”

Zeke picking you up in one swift movement carrying you to your bedroom Erwin following close behind and closing the door with his foot. Setting you down on your mattress both men stared down at you “is this what you really want?” Zeke asked not laying a hand on you. “You can say no and we can forget this ever happened, go back to how things were before” Erwin reassured.

Your brain was spinning but your mind was dead set on this. You wanted both of them in this exact scenario so badly for so long but you didn’t have the guts to act on it on your own. Patting the places beside you they sat down, placing your hand on each of their cheeks you caressed them “n-no I want this. Definitely want this.” Both men went for your neck peppering it with kisses before they went to sucking spots leaving red marks behind, working in unison to get your sweet sounds past your lips. Lifting your shirt up and tossing it off to the side revealing your fully breasts.

“You are so damn hot” Zeke said, staring at the site and licking his lips. “I’ve been dreaming of these since I accidentally caught a peek when in one of our training sessions when you too off your bra saying it was too constricting ripping it off and just slightly I caught a glimpse” Erwin said. “You two can share play nice” you melwed watching their faces back and forth as they both grabbed a breast in hand massaging them. Their touches were completely different. Erwin’s was soft, going at a slow pace but Zeke was trying to get ahead wanting more being greedy and you noticed. “Let me suck it” Zeke at you his eyes were half lidded already in a trance.

You moaned at the feeling of their fingers tweaking your hardened nipples before you could speak up “g-go ahead” you said, resting your hand in Zeke’s hair as his lips wrapped around your nipple. His tongue flicked it back and forth a few times before he sucked on it gently. Your grip tightened as you moaned his name. Erwin did the same, hearing his name on your tongue made his cock feel like it could explode even if you didn’t touch him.

The pooling between your legs was making you feel impatient as you felt like it would start flowing out of its confined space in your panties. They both were turning you on so much and they barely even touched you.

“Erwin I want to suck you off first” you cooed into his ear after you pulled his face to your lips giving him a small peck. “Zeke please will you fuck me” you turned your head behind you looking back at him his cock was already leaking pre from the reddened tip. “Mm not yet, I want to get you ready first” Zeke tutted with a smirk on his face. Erwin and Zeke got up from the bed undressing themselves, you couldn’t help but stare at this cocks. Both of them were huge in their own ways. Erwin was girthy with some length and Zeke had a proportional cock. Thick and long veins that made your mouth water as well as your cunt clenching around nothing in excitement.

“Let’s get these off of you” Erwin said, hooking his fingers on your pants and tugging them off of you with your underwear leaving you bare. You squeezed your legs shut tight trying to hide how wet you were but you were no match for them they already could tell.

Erwin got himself positioned on your bed, sitting his back on the headboard as you knelt in front of him. Zeke crawled behind you and plopped on the bed sliding himself underneath you, his head right where he wanted to be. A perfect spot beneath your cunt. His arms hooked around your thighs locking you in. Looking up at Erwin you tucked your hair behind your ear giving his cock a few pumps before spitting on the tip. His groans were so cute to you as his face distorted. Zeke caught you off guard a bit when he pulled your body down onto his face. His nose hitting your clit making you moan and squeeze Erwin’s cock with your hand slightly coughing Erwin to then moan out your name.

You never thought you’d hear him moan your name like that. Zeke's tongue went flat, licking up from the end of your cunt to your clit. His lips were so soft on your folds as he moved them on them. Your lips kissed the tip of Erwin’s cock collecting the pre on your lips, your tongue licking up the taste and watching Erwin’s face for when you put him into your mouth, his hand coming to your head holding you steady his thigh twitching. Zeke kept his nose at your clit while his tongue worked on your entrance, sticking it in and out and wiggling it around before he put a finger inside to massage your gspot.

Your mouth felt heavily on Erwin as you took the rest of him into you. Your hand rested at the base of his cock holding it with pressure to make the blood go to it. You sat ideal for a minute as zeke added another finger inside hooking it and hitting your g spot repeatedly your moans vibrated Erwin’s cock making him moan at the feeling. “Y/n if you cum for me I’ll fuck you really good” Zeke said when he removed his lips from your core. His facial hair was soaked in your juices but he didn’t mind he was fantasizing about this very moment for ages and he couldn’t be more happy for it to be happening right now.

The knot in your stomach was building up tighter and tighter as he went at your clit with mouth licking and sucking and his fingers at your g spot, you couldn’t help but ride his face helping position yourself to reach your orgasm. Holding onto Erwin’s thighs your body shook as you came all over Zeke’s face. Panting loudly to catch your breath Erwin caressed your face “that’s our girl”. Zeke got up from under you and pulled your jaw over to him kissing your lips and letting you lick some of your juices off his lips. You weren’t expecting it to taste good but you were pleased and happy that Zeke looked to enjoy it.

Getting behind you he rubbed the tip of his cock at your entrance, letting his pre act as a lube besides your juices before he attempted to put himself inside. “I don’t have a condom on, is that ok” he asked wanting to make sure, if you weren’t he’d run to his apartment to grab the entire box. “I’m on the pill” you said winded as you still were catching your breath.

His tip stretched the entrance of your cunt making you cry out his name burying your lips on Erwin’s cock and pumping the rest of his length in your hand. They both were pleased to hear how hot you sounded, exactly what they thought you’d sound and feel like. “F-fuck, just put it in already” you said in between of sucking Erwin off. “Impatient but if that’s what you want” Zeke said, slamming his hips into your ass making a loud slap noise. Your grip on Erwin tightened and your moans were heard even with his coco stuffed in your mouth.

Zeke set a pace that he could tell you liked, your cunt squeezing him beautifully making him feel like he could cum right now but he needed to hold out just as long as Erwin. Erwin was thinking the same thing the way your throat was constricting while

Sucking him off made him feel like he could cum at any minute but he needed to wait until zeke gave him the signal. Zeke rested his hands on your hips helping him use it as force to bring your body onto his. The sound of your bodies slapping together was so hot.

The knot in your stomach was getting tight again, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as the tip of Zeke's cock hit your g spot over and over again. He could tell you were going to cum. “Go on y/n cum on my cock” Zeke said proudly. He was getting cocky literally, losing his mind in pure bliss buried in your cunt as he brought you to your second orgasm. Your body spasmed and your loud moans became a whine as you became overstimulated. Zeke let you ride out your high before he started thrusting again. He was getting close too.

A few more short hard thrusts, the noise like music to his ears of his balls slapping against your thighs made his mind go crazy. Erwin was losing it as how sloppy your face was, saliva was pooling at the corners of your mouth as you continued to suck him off. Letting him go with a pop before sinking your mouth back onto him

Zeke put his free hand in a fist on his chest letting Erwin know it was time for them both to cum. “Y/n we have to cum alright, you be a good girl and take it all ok?” Erwin cooed. Erwin caressed your cheek pulling his cock from your mouth and pumping it on his own “open wide” he commanded and you did as he said. Both men shot white hot ropes into you. Zeke's cock twitched inside of you as your cunt milked him of everything he had before he pulled out. Shoving two fingers back inside to push any leaking cum back in. Erwin watched in delight as you stuck your tongue out showing him all his cum before you swallowed.

He pulled your body up to him to give you a kiss while Zeke kept his fingers inside. Once your kiss was over Zeke removed his fingers from your core and brought them to your lips “care to get a taste?” He watched devilishly as you rolled your tongue out and licked his fingers clean. His cock twitched wanting to fuck your all over again.

Collapsing onto the bed Zeke and Erwin went to grab a towel to clean up between your thighs and to get you a water to rid the taste if you needed. When they returned they saw you sound asleep once again. “She sure can sleep huh?” Zeke said. “I think we tired her out. Next time I get to fuck her cunt and you get her mouth” Erwin said. “Gladly, I’d love to keep this going” Zeke said, cleaning you up and making you take a few sips of water before letting you sleep. They both got back into bed with you and laid their arms across your body and falling asleep.

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Masterlist | Part 2?

[myfandomprompts]

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐

Warnings: possessive behaviour, talk of violence, angst

Summary: Your time in King's Landing is running out as you are apart from Aemond, you don't know when you will see him again.

A/N: This chapter mostly sets up a new "landscape" so I had to be more generous with the description, let's see where it leads us.

Masterlist (Part 11 - Part 13)

Cassandra had arrived late in the afternoon.

You knew because all of your lady friends were excited to welcome fresh blood into the Red Keep. Only Helaena was calm about it, not asking as many as questions to you as the others, on whether she would wear uniquely clothes made out of stag skin or if she would love to take part in their tea parties.

She had brought her second sister and mother with her, the ceremony being held in an unsettled date as Aemond and the royal family in general had fluctuating agendas. Alicent had welcomed them in a grand gesture, and you knew you would see them soon as the formal introduction was to be held between the people of the court and the new members of the royal family.

Most of the men were gone, the King and his brother still at sea somewhere, holding position against the Blacks, so you heard. You were worried sick, but tried not to appear as such as your talk with Aemond was still ringing in your ears. You had hated the way you have parted, anger taking the better of you both, even if you knew Aemond to be mostly serious when he was in a state like this. Ever since the Storm Lands, actually.

Helaena invited you to join her in her apartments one afternoon, and you knew she did because she felt uncomfortable in Cassandra's presence, her mother imposing both women to be in each other's company as she saw it as a way to strengthen the link between a newly formed family until Aemond's return. After all, it was the first time one of the King's children married outside of the Targaryen's dynasty.

Cassandra took great care in ignoring you, her sister doing most of the talking anyway as usual, and the few times Helaena was kind enough to try to include you in the conversation, the two black-haired sisters proceeded to look at you as if they were made aware that you were able of speech for the very first time.

However, besides those awkward moments, you were perfectly fine sipping your tea and waiting for the hours to pass, smiling at your friend for reassurance on occasion.

By the end of the week, your ability to adapt to times of war was put to the test.

Your father shared with you his travel plan to make you leave the Red Keep the day after, for Sandstone, where he promised he would join you once the marriage date will be agreed upon. He pretended he wanted you to get acquainted with your husband early on, but you knew the real reason.

He had waited for the Greens to be mostly absent in order to act, increasing the chances for you to leave without raising questions from the royal family. You admired your father in some way, his patience and determination clearly surpassing your own. But it didn't mean that you liked his plan. You knew that somehow, Aemond had recently cornered your father and made him realise that it was him that had protected your family from any retaliation from the Small Council. You had tried to talk it out with him, see if he had taken the warning seriously, but he only shuts himself each time you brought it up, or even talked about Aemond at all.

On the said day, you had packed in a matter of hours, and were put into a carriage, having briefly said goodbye to Helaena and the twins after begging your father to do so, and departed.

You were to cross the King's Woods to the coast, board a ship there that would bring you to south Dorne, where Qorgyle's men would meet you and escort you to Sandstone. Your party of three, including a close knight of your family for protection, a maid, and yourself would travel for days before even seeing the desert.

You had managed to enjoy your trip until now, seeing new landscapes, discovering the Sea of Dorne, the Stepstones, and admiring the mountains from afar, only the prospect of the destination to sadden your mind, adding to the fact that during your trip, you had finally bled.

You felt relieved. At least you thought. Since your time spent with Aemond, you had refused to think about it for too long, making it an excuse to marry fast, even. But now you didn't know if you felt more disappointed than relieved. Would Aemond have been happy if he had learned that you were carrying his child? You would never know now.

Sandstone was a huge fortress, perched on a hilltop, surrounded by the desert. You had taken a road that made you pass through oasis and villages made of stone, the sand, hot under your feet, and the sun darkening your skin when you dared to peek outside of your Dornish carriage. You were not dressed for this weather, and you were used to the warm weather of King's Landing as well as the hills and waterfalls of your homeland.

Now you could see the many tents and small houses that surrounded the Qorgyle's stronghold as you walked up the road with your company. You even stopped to glance at the entrance of the bazaar, feeling attracted by its exotic wares, when one of the Qorgyle's men promised you that his lord would certainly take you for a tour of the village with you.

You were approaching your new home and you were quite content that you had not seen one scorpion anywhere yet, and were not eager to meet one.

The inner grounds were vast and beautiful, if not a little austere to your taste, and you were welcomed by a beautiful woman despite her grand age, who introduced herself as the matriarch of the place, the mother of the man you were to marry. You did as you were told as servants brought you to an open chamber where you were allowed to change into more comfortable clothes. The Dornish dress you have been gifted was perfectly fitting you, maybe a little too much even. You were not used to wearing so few layers, but you would have to get used to it quickly. For now, it would have to do, because you were to formally meet your future husband at dinner, thus you took extra care in braiding your hair and choosing your jewellery, wanting to appear confident: the exact opposite of how you were feeling.

You were introduced to the Qorgyle family, the matriarch that you already met, a widow, was named Myria, and she had two sons and a daughter, Quentyn, Perros and Larra. You met all three at the same time, but only one was standing out, Perros. He was not much younger than his older brother, but much closer to your age than your betrothed. Indeed, Quentyn Qorgyle, a lean and tall man, some would say handsome, had already been married and lost both his wife and child in labour. You were intimidated as you understood that neither of you were really expecting to be married to one another so unexpectedly. However, during the evening, as you talked, he seemed to take a liking to you, and even confessed that due to the hasty manner your father had arranged your betrothal, he hadn't expected you to be this beautiful and kind, as "surely a woman such as you should not be in need of a husband".

You had chosen to take this as a compliment, and carried on as it was revealing to be a lovely dinner. You didn't have the chance to talk further with the Qorgyle siblings for Myria and Quentyn were those who talked to you the most, but you didn't miss how Perros had attempted, several times, to start a conversation with you.

The next days were spent in visiting tours and cultural immersion. Lord Qorgyle had taken you, as promised, to visit the bazaar and the neighbouring village at the foot of the fortress, and you had come back amazed, hands full of gifts. You had learned that the sister, Larra, was bold and quick-witted, as she apparently escaped nightly to do gods knows what, to the dismay of her mother and brother. Perros, on the other hand, was the one you ended up spending time with the most as Quentyn was often busy with local affairs.

Perros was, of the two brothers, the better swordsman, the most liked by the Sandstone court and people, and much more reserved than his older brother. The stark similitude to a certain Prince stopped there, however, because Perros was neither cruel nor hot-blooded, always thinking ahead before acting, and was never the one to lack honour. In addition, thinking about Aemond afflicted you so much that from now on, you had tried to cast him out of your mind. Only you had not been exactly successful on that matter.

News from the capital came in more quickly than you thought it would. You learned that Aegon had been injured again, however, quite severely this time, so much that Aemond the Kinslayer, had been appointed in his stead as Prince Regent.

The news hit you hard, the realisation that Aemond was now at the head of the Greens dawning on you. You hoped that your father had been able to return to Deep Den safely, and that you would hear from him and your mother soon. 

The marriage date was a recurrent topic among the Qorgyle family, but no one seemed to really care at the moment, as King Aegon’s health state was the main subject of discussion. You imagined Helaena's distress, wishing that you'd been there to be at her side.

One particularly hot day, you and Perros were discussing on one of the terraces of the fortress, enjoying the freshness the water of the nearby pond was giving you.

Your conversations with Perros were the most insightful. It was him that familiarised you with the Dornish customs, even the Rhoenish ones. It was with him that you learned that Lord Qorgyle had had several paramours among the court, but still a short number considering the custom. Dornish men were more tolerant of extramarital relationships, Quentyn and Perros himself having bastards already, bastards that were no concern for the Qorgyle House, nor source of humiliation.

You didn't know how to feel about it, and you chose to not care. It was a custom you were not used to, but you would hardly be the one to stop it, as you were clearly not blameless yourself.

"Do not worry dear Y/N, as a new member of House Qorgyle, once married, you will never be put aside. I promise you that." he had said to you. And you were glad that Perros was there, or you would have felt lonely.

Nothing came from your family, as you accustomed yourself more and more to this new environment. You felt Myria's concern grow as you and her both didn't hear about your father since you have arrived, and even shared with you that she would soon set a date for her son's marriage herself, as it was poorly looked upon to have two betrothed live under the same roof for such a long time without even planning a wedding.

You weren't exactly in a position to argue, but you wished that if the marriage was to happen, your family would be present.

The days were long, and only when the sun set that you allowed yourself to take a stroll around the village, sometimes with Quentyn, Perros, or even Larra, the latter having shown you places that you rather not set foot into again.

But this evening you were alone, Perros had been busy all day when you had hoped that he would make an appearance like he usually did, but you grew tired of waiting, you decided to go to the bazaar by yourself.

You knew which places to avoid and the one where to be. You had taken a liking in Dornish clothes, and you were becoming good at picking the right jewellery for each of your dresses. Moreover, you liked the food stalls the most because they contained fruits that you had never seen, even in King's Landing. The people were really nice, so you had no issues wandering around the village for a time, coming back to the castle only after dark. It was only a small stronghold compared to Sunspear or even Godsgrace after all.

Hunger took you, so you made your way back to the castle, the cold of the desert settling on your skin already. Torches were lighting your way as you saw people dining outside there and there, not taking the slightest notice in you. You liked it, being like everyone else, or almost. Still the guards who crossed paths with you always bowed in acknowledgment as you made your way up to the inner walls, stopping in your tracks when you noticed something peculiar on the floor, near one of the torches. You couldn't help but get closer as you saw the thing move, and stepped back at once in fright, only to clash with something solid behind you.

You tried to scream in surprise but a gloved hand covered your mouth and pulled you backwards, a strong arm preventing you from moving. You were brought in a dark corner as you tried to escape, but the more you struggled the more you felt the body behind you, the smell, the sensation it gave your skin, and when your assailant allowed you to turn, not loosening his grip on you, you already knew who was under the hood.

"Evening love."

-0- Part 13

A/N: I am so sorry for the cliffhanger but I am so into it! Hold on guys.

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[NOTE: This is long! This is an actual ask about Mineta and among other things that I thought maybe some of you may be interested in reading, but because the font is in orange (due to Tumblr glitching out on Anon and their autism) I'm posting it like this. I'm not too bothered by the color, but I'm sure there are others who may find it unreadable. Now, you do not have to read it. And if you do read it, you may comment or just send me an ask ONLY if you're polite. Don't attack anyone over this. No matter how you may feel about Mineta, BNHA, Horikoshi, a dog, a cat, ANYTHING or ANYONE... DO NOT BE DISRESPECTFUL. Please keep any of your comments that you know are rude to yourself. And now, you may proceed if you choose to.]

Horikoshi said once in some interview that mineta is essentially a self-insert. Coincidentally, early-mha horikoshi had some pretty pervy tendencies (much like mineta—probably why he thought it would be cool to have such a character never really face consequences). The most famous example of this is probably the girls hero costumes, most notably Yaoyorozu. He mentions in an aside very early on in the story (volume three or something?) that he can’t seem to help himself and her boob window always gets bigger every time he draws it. Then there’s uraraka saying she didn’t want such a tight costume, Hagakure being naked, etc. When the anime started airing there was another interview where he said he really appreciated them making uraraka curvier than in the manga, because he likes curvy women. One could also use midnight and mount lady as examples of this but I’d say it’s more of a way of discussing mature themes surrounding hero society and all of its consequences rather than actual sexualisation. Something that sets him apart, even at this early stage, from other shonen mangakas is that he doesn’t only do this to the women, but the men as well. If Yaoyorozus hero costume is revealing, what about kirishimas (this comparison is my favourite because they both need skin showing for their quirks to function well, so why is one considered bad and the other fine? Because one is a boy and one is a girl? Please keep in mind I am not trying to say that kirishima is sexualized. It’s just food for thought)? If urarakas suit is considered too tight, then look at all might. You could probably see the outline of his dick from fifteen yards away when he wears that costume. Then there’s mineta, who makes certain comments regarding the women in his class. But what about mount lady and how she treats shoto? Or one of the wild wild pussy cats asking the boys in class 1-A how old they are to see how long til she can marry them? Unlike basically every other shonen out there, the sexualisation (at least as far as I can tell) is not based in sexism. It’s across the board, and we only notice it more when it happens to women because we are used to it happening to women.

For a long time, I hated horikoshi for the same reasons I hated mineta (it was a love-hate relationship for obvious reasons). He was openly perverted and seemingly one of *those* guys. You know, the ones I’d be afraid to walk near after dark. Or before dark. But I still loved mha and really appreciated what he was doing within the story. As a side note, he writes the women very well, which is rare in shonen (again—love hate relationship with dear old horikoshi). But if you’ll notice, the farther along in the story you look, the less sexualisation there is. It’s gradual so you hardly notice, but compare volume four or five to volume thirty. The difference is stark. It’s not really that mineta has less lines (although since the war started that has been the case) he still talks, just differently.

I think what happened is, when mha started getting popular, horikoshi started seeing huge pushback to minetas character, which probably all came to a head when the anime made him say something super fucked up to eri. I don’t recall if it was in dub or sub or both, but reading back through the manga it’s a bit different and honestly could’ve been poor translation or my own misinterpretation. But in the anime it was clear what he meant. He can’t wait for eri to be older, for exactly the reason you’re thinking now. The process of horikoshi realizing his mistakes started long before this, though, and gradually you can watch him patch up the holes if you pay attention. The anime does a poor job of this, at least until season six. But around the time that season four ends (and this is present in the manga too) there is a scene of Mina tying mineta to a chair and forcing him to watch something. After that, the sexualisation in the manga is gone for good. I’d like to interpret this as horikoshi finalizing his realization and own personal character development. He is no longer pervy, just like mineta is no longer pervy.

The one exception to this rule is that infamous chapter cover. The one with Hagakure on the front? Yeah, when I saw that, it made me rethink all of this. For about two weeks I was convinced that I’d been wrong about it, and he really is just a pervert after all. But lo and behold, he said in an interview that he was running behind and didn’t have time to draw or pick a chapter cover. He handed a bunch of old concept art to one of the higher ups and told them to pick something. He said he was never expecting that drawing to see the light of day, and he figured they’d choose something a little more suited to the story. (A little fucked up that he drew that? Yes, I think so. But keep in mind, these are *old* drawings. People are allowed to change and, following this metric, I think horikoshi has changed quite a bit.)

All of this is to say, mineta is not really a bad person anymore, and also has incredible writing (whether it was purposeful from the beginning or a last minute change) which just goes to show how talented horikoshi really is.