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lifeinked · 7 months ago

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Why I Love Caitlyn, and Why You Hate Her

⚠️ READER DISCRETION: I am not condoning Caitlyn’s actions and behavior, I am simply exploring the depth of her character and explaining what motivated her pursuit of revenge.

There’s no denying the gravity of Caitlyn’s actions as they are unquestionably wrong. However, her character cannot be reduced to these actions alone. This sudden, devastating behavior of hers is shaped by a thread of complex motivations and circumstances, but many choose not to acknowledge this simply because of her elite background.��

Like many others, I initially overlooked the point of the gassing in Zaun, which I think is a crucial thing everyone must first understand before diving into the discourse over Caitlyn's character.

The Grey, often misunderstood as being used indiscriminately, was strategically deployed against the Chem-Barons to limit collateral damage. Caitlyn chose precision over chaos, targeting those directly responsible for Zaun’s turmoil. Furthermore, Caitlyn didn’t kill the Chem-Barons; she captured them, with net-deploying bullets. While her methods are controversial, they reflect a calculated approach; mischaracterizing her raid as a reckless attack ignores these details.

This isn’t to deny or excuse the fact that Caitlyn did, indeed, gas Zaun. Who’s to say that gas didn’t seep into the streets where innocent Zaunites roamed, harming them in the process? It’s entirely possible that innocents were affected and devastated. However, my brief explanation is only added to gain better perspective over the objectives of the gassing itself.

Now moving on, despite her privileged upbringing, Caitlyn shows a genuine effort to understand and connect with Zaunites. She places her trust in Vi, a Zaunite she’s never met before, to guide her in her search for Silco. Her journey through the undercity opens her eyes to the struggles of its people, challenging her perspective.

In S1E4, when investigating the airship attack, she encounters an undercity resident and reassures him, “I can protect you.” Later in the season, when Vi gets stabbed, Caitlyn encounters someone formerly connected to Vi. He’s grown a distaste over himself due to his appearance, and yet Caitlyn embraces him with compassion and tenderness, as a silent sign of gratitude. Then, she surrenders her cherished firearm—her only means of protection—in return for a healing potion to save Vi. In S1E7, Caitlyn’s heartfelt monologue in her conversation with Ekko perfectly captures her hope and determination: “This city needs healing. More than I ever realized. Please, let me help you.”

When Caitlyn and Vi stand in front of the Council, Caitlyn declares: “Councilors, this is Vi. She was born in the undercity. Even though we failed her in countless ways, she risked everything to show me what life is really like down there. People are starving, sick, ravaged by Shimmer. They live in constant fear of the coordinated efforts of violent crime lords.” This monologue alone shows how Caitlyn embodies optimism, believing in the inherent goodness of people, even Zaunites. It also shows that she is very willing to fight for them; she sees helping Zaunites as an act of bringing justice and equality into this world.

Many overlook the depth of Cassandra and Caitlyn’s relationship, reducing it to a simple narrative of a daughter mourning her mother. However, Caitlyn’s mourning is more layered than that. Throughout her life, she has been rebellious, driven by a desire to uncover the reality her mother tried to shield her from. In S1E4, Caitlyn reflects on this by saying, “She’d do anything to keep me from seeing the real world.” Caitlyn’s defiance wasn’t just rebellion for its own sake—it was a stand for her ideals. She sought enlightenment and understanding, even if it meant stepping outside the privileged bubble her mother built for her. By venturing into the undercity and aligning herself with Vi, Caitlyn rejected her mother's own ideals.

Here's another scene in S1E8 that emphasizes this:

Cassandra: You're a Councilor's daughter. Your actions reflect on the entire body. Caitlyn: My actions? You know what else reflects on the Council? Its citizens living on the streets. Being poisoned. Having to chose between a kingpin who wants to exploit them and a government who doesn't give a shit!

In a way, her actions mirror Vi’s: just as Vi betrayed her people by working with the enforcers, Caitlyn betrayed her own mother by involving herself with Zaunites. Remember: The last time we see Caitlyn and Cassandra interact on-screen is during Caitlyn’s plea before the Council. And in that moment, Caitlyn was fighting to protect the very kind that would soon kill her own mother.

You say that Caitlyn’s drastic shift is unjustified, as she’s only experienced a fraction of the suffering Zaunites have been enduring. But that’s precisely the point! Her transformation shows how personal loss can drive the change of one’s entire character; she’s never experienced loss before which is why it feels so heavy for her. And unlike Zaunites, Caitlyn actually has the power to act on her grief. Zaunites have only known misery their whole lives. When their loved one dies, they know there is nothing more they can do but grieve. They don’t have an inch of the privilege and military support Caitlyn has. If you had given them the same resources as Caitlyn, they wouldn’t hesitate to bring ruin to Piltover. Simply put, they don’t fight Piltovans because they don’t want to, but because they can’t.

When Jinx takes her mother away, her compassionate ideals completely shatter. Having always sought justice and understanding for Zaun, Caitlyn feels deeply betrayed, as her faith in the good within every Zaunite is overturned. Her mother’s death becomes a turning point—driving her to abandon her ideals and adopt Piltover’s disdain for the undercity, finally understanding the resentment many Piltovans harbor.

We also tend to forget that, aside from losing her mother, Caitlyn has directly suffered under the hands of Jinx. Caitlyn was held captive by Jinx in Season 1—and God knows what was done to her during that period. In the tea party scene, we see Caitlyn break down in tears, visibly flinching when Jinx moves toward her. It’s clear that Jinx has traumatized Caitlyn not just once, but twice. These experiences deeply shape Caitlyn’s actions moving forward. The pain and fear she’s endured push her to a place where she’s willing to sacrifice almost anything, even if it means putting a child’s life at risk (Isha's) or severing ties with Vi.

While they share their differences, Caitlyn and Jinx are the perfect example of foil characters. Here’s an instance which proves this: Both allow themselves to be influenced by manipulative, powerful figures all while being in a vulnerable state of mind.

Jinx is haunted by guilt; her attempt to save her family only ended up killing them, leaving her with the crushing weight of self-blame. She clings to Silco, not because he was the father she needed, but because he was the father she wanted. Silco indulged her destructive tendencies, keeping her at an all-time high on the edges of chaos. Fragile and broken, Powder crossed paths with Silco at the right moment; he saw the perfect chance to mold her into someone bewildered, unrestrained, and astray.

Caitlyn has her own Silco: Ambessa, the ruthless Noxian leader with a brutal philosophy of war. Ambessa enters Caitlyn’s life at a pivotal moment, stepping in just as Caitlyn is grappling with the devastating loss of her mother. In a spiral of self-identity, Caitlyn struggles with the weight of Piltover’s expectations and her unresolved guilt over her strained relationship with her mother (as explained in previous paragraphs). Just as young Powder mourns her family, Caitlyn blames herself for the death of her mother. Caitlyn got herself involved with the Zaunites even when she was warned not to, and at the expense of her defiance came the death of her mother. Driven by guilt and a thirst for vengeance, Caitlyn steps fully into her role, declaring in S2E1: “I am a decorated officer. Leader of House Kiramman.”

Jinx and Caitlyn share a tragic parallel: they both lose everyone they hold dear. Jinx loses Vi, Vander, Claggor, and Mylo. Caitlyn is left without Cassandra, Vi, Jayce, Mel, and Tobias. Stripped of their support systems, they are left isolated, with no one to confide in or rely on. They become vulnerable, used as pawns in the larger schemes of Silco and Ambessa’s strategic games.

Caitlyn's inner turmoil is exactly why Ambessa’s manipulation is so effective. Caitlyn is compelled to take revenge, but she doesn’t know how to. And without anyone else to guide her, she places her complete trust in Ambessa's expertise. Ambessa doesn’t just give Caitlyn the authority and power to avenge her mother; she teaches her how to use them to their full potential. She toys with Caitlyn's vulnerability, making her adopt the Noxian values of wrath, bloodshed, and ruthlessness.

It’s easy to downplay Caitlyn’s grief since she comes from an elite upbringing. While Cassandra Kiramman is laid to rest in a golden casket with a proper burial, countless innocents in Zaun become victims of merciless violence, being left to die on the streets. After the timeskip however, Caitlyn is shown to recognize the moral cost of her actions. Though the series portrays this realization subtly, it becomes evident that Caitlyn is grappling with the inhumanity and immorality of her pursuit of revenge. In S2E4, this internal conflict comes to light during her conversation with Ambessa. When Ambessa attempts to stoke her fury again, Caitlyn disarms her with a piercing question: “Why is peace always the justification for violence?”

Here's another scene that subtly depicts her realization and remorse:

Caitlyn: You're a monster. Why? Why do all this? Singed: Why does anyone commit acts others deem unspeakable? ... For love.

When Caitlyn steps further and sees Orianna, she realizes that Singed's revenge is a reflection of her own: a person grieving the death of their family member. Here, there's a saddened glint in her eyes. She finally understands now, that love and grief made her do things that once seemed so foreign to her. In this case, going against her own principles just to succeed in her revenge.

Caitlyn is now forever haunted by the outcome of her mistakes, but she knows her past cannot be erased. During her confrontation with Jinx in the prison, she admits, “No amount of good deeds can undo our crimes.” While this statement is directed at Jinx, it feels like Caitlyn also holds this against herself for her own wrongdoings.

Caitlyn’s acts of atonement are done quietly. She’s not good with words; she’s bad at articulating how she feels. Ironically, Vi is much better than Caitlyn when it comes to confronting and vocalizing internal conflict. So instead, Caitlyn’s actions speak for herself. By removing the guards at the prison, she tacitly allows Vi the opportunity to rescue Jinx. She knows Vi will come to save her sister, and yet she lets her. She finally lets go of Jinx and the grudge she held against her, as a silent act of her love for Vi.

And in S2E9, Sevika is shown to be sitting among the Councilors. But thanks to a fan's keen eyes, we find out that she is sat particularly on Cassandra Kiramman's chair (which not many notice). By allowing a Zaunite to occupy her mother's seat, Caitlyn gives them a chance to be rightfully represented, a chance for their voices and suffering to finally be heard. It’s a quiet display of Caitlyn’s evolution and willingness to bridge the divide between Piltover and Zaun.

That said, Arcane’s ending left much to be desired regarding Caitlyn’s arc. The heavy focus on Hextech overshadowed the sociopolitical dynamics of Piltover and Zaun. This is the main reason a lot of hate is thrown toward Caitlyn—there is an act of accountability, but there a lack of consequence. While Caitlyn acknowledges her mistakes, her privileged status keeps her from real repercussions, unlike the tragedy other characters had to face. This is frustrating, even to me, as someone whose favorite character is Caitlyn. Yet, in a way, it realistically portrays the inequalities in our own world—where the elite are often shielded from justice, and repentance is the closest they ever come to redemption.

#arcane #caitlyn kiramman #character analysis #league of legends #caitlyn #essay #in this essay i will #food for thought #i guess we really are a league of legends #caitvi #violyn #arcane vi #season 2 spoilers

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pamillie · 2 months ago

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Something I really enjoy so far about Jinshi as a character and Jinmao as its approached by the author is how his royal status is not written as a fairytale prize for Maomao but it’s actively an obstacle for BOTH of them.

Spoiler talk below the cut.

Jinshi to me is a well-meaning character who is honestly extremely progressive for the time period he is being written in. And yet, his privilege both as a man and as a member of the noble family is something he has to examine constantly and Maomao is a catalyst for that.

The moment where she explains how she came to serve in the palace is framed as such a turning point in his affection for her, and it’s only the beginning of him questioning his place in the world and how this system affects others.

There’s so many other instances too, such as when they’re undercover and he asks Maomao what could lower the value of a courtesan.

And in the LN’s, reading the chapters within his POV are so interesting to me because you see this gradual shift in his perception of himself and how his position affects Maomao in terms of their relationship- beginning with him “firing her” and subsequently buying her out all the way up to LN 13’s epilogue where Maomao has finally accepted his affection and yet he feels as though he’s still in this power imbalance with her- and he cares about her so much that he can’t abide it.

It’s so refreshing and interesting bc usually the ‘secret prince’ trope is played out as a reward for the ‘commoner’ Cinderella protagonist but The Apothecary Diaries doesn’t do that- it really forces the reader to examine the question of how much of a choice Maomao really has. Maomao herself is very aware of her lack of agency- to the point that she is pretty much accepting of anything that happens to her and she’s endlessly adaptable (she’s def repressing and denying her own trauma but that’s another meta entirely).

And as such, the reader is not so much reminded of this power imbalance and its unfairness through her, but through Jinshi. To me that is such a narratively interesting and nuanced way to go about examining this issue- so refreshing to see the male character in this instance taking responsibility for the situation and remaining grounded in reality instead of being gallant and optimistic and overly romantic (although he is these things in his own way) And he keeps Maomao’s desires (as he understands them) in mind too.

Because the issue is not whether or not they can be together within the constraints and world of the story- it’s whether or not they can be together in a way that leaves Maomao with as much independence and agency as possible.

And yes, at times the slow burn can be agonizing, but I trust how these characters are being handled so much at this point and it feels so realistic that I don’t mind it. Having this conflict tied up with a pretty bow as if the craziness of LN 5 and 8 didn’t happen wouldn’t be satisfying to me anyway.

Anyway tldr: The fact that Jinshi being the Moon Prince creates more problems than it solves is just a neat way to play with this trope that leaves so much room for character development and time to examine the issues of the given time period THROUGH the lens of the people living in it and I really like that shit, ya know?

#the apothecary diaries #jinshi #ka zuigetsu #maomao #the apothecary diaries spoilers #knh spoilers #knh ln spoilers #jinmao #meta post #i just really love how jinshi is written #he’s not perfect at all #but neither is maomao #and that makes it even better #let characters have flaws!!#and also let them be products of their time!!

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luvether · 5 months ago

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FABRICS OF BATH SALTS & MILQUETOAST

summary, establishing and sharing casual intimacy and innocence with him and relishing in each other’s presence.

phainon x gn!reader. fluff + sensual (?) content, tender touching + physical touch. really intimate. sweet devotion. unlabeled relationship. innocent love at its finest. minor world-building for Grove of Epiphany and its academias. self-indulgent asf, enjoy ‪‪❤︎‬ [3.6k wc]

Thinking about Phainon and his acts of love for you.

You’ve known the pale-haired hero enough to learn that there’s a fabric over his cordial mannerisms. You dare not prod him of his past nor his hometown but even someone like you—a Helkolithist scholar from the Grove, you knew something was on his mind when he starts to trace a finger absentmindedly through the lines of your palm, a delicate touch that holds a crown of affection and deep satiated yearning. Maybe it’s because you are proficient with your studies of mental acuities that you manage to find a pattern of behavior within the hero, piquing your interest.

So it also came as a surprise to you when Lord Phainon took an interest in you the first time around, to the point of seeking such comfort in you despite the many rumours surrounding the people of the Grove—narcissistic, haughty, ascetics, exclusionist and many more. Even with your incessant excuses the first few times you’ve met briefly, Phainon finds every loophole in your pretexts to spend time with you.

When you told him you were busy translating slates for your academia, he would nod his head—oh, but the hero will not leave. He would make his way across your office and settle on one of your guest sofas, ensconced by reed-filled pillows and wool blankets he would pick up a random scroll from your floor and peruse its text in silence.

You spare him a look. “I was under the impression my Lord dislikes convoluted knick knacks.”

Those sea-deep eyes of his drag over to you, blinking. “Convoluted knick knacks, you say?”

Your finger is tracing the carved characters on the stone. “Those scrolls on the floor originate from the Lothophagist school, it's of no use to me.”

“Why are there so many in your office?”

“...My office was said to be an apothecary before I claimed it.” A brief seconds of silence. “I thought of airing the room when I got it, but judging from our current predicament—I thought those scrolls will be useful one day, in case someone gets hurt, at least there’s still notes of medicines somewhere in here.”

Your eyes remain on the slate in your hand, but Phainon’s gaze on your person is heavy—it did not feel uncomfortable, but you cannot help the burn on your cheeks knowing he was looking at you.

“You’re very kind.” Those were the words that left his mouth, and it jolts you because this was the first time someone has called you as such.

You take your stare off the stone and onto those blue eyes, dissecting his expression to find even a hint of fallacy, even a bare of falseness with his words but you found none.

Lord Phainon was genuine with his declaration, what decorated his face was the softest tips of upturned lips and wide honesty encased in those pupils.

Your fingers falter, oh how your heart burned beneath that ocean eyes of his.

Maybe it began that day, that you allowed Phainon to hang around you if he so pleases. And maybe he noticed your change in behavior and your lessening aloofness but he does not question nor tease you of it. Even if he comes by from time to time to visit the Grove, you're grateful that he’s not overbearing with his frankness. You’ve noticed that about him, the way he teeters between being approachable and reserved out of respect. He does not bother you when he sees you immersed in something and he does not pull you away from your work, preferring to bask in the atmosphere you created. He’s like a guest in your own quiet garden, but you had long promoted him to be a companion, someone that was welcomed into your bubble at any time of the day so long as the dawn Kephale carries.

That’s when you developed an art of noticing with him,

The length of his eyelashes, the arch of his eyelids, soft white bangs that hang over his eyes, the gentle exhales he lets out when he relaxes himself on your sofa, the reflection of the ornaments on his attire and the goldeness of his sun-shaped tattoo that painted the left side of his neck, stretching down to the prominence of his collarbone.

You press your lips against your knuckles, after a while Phainon feels the heavyweight of your stare on him.

He smiles at you, “is something on my face?”

You lowered your hands, leaned back against your seat. “You’re restless.”

Phainon seems surprised at your statement. “Why do you say so?”

“Since you’ve arrived you have not stopped moving.” you say. “Your leg wouldn't stop bouncing when you’re seated and you seem…more agitated than usual?”

The hero does nothing but chuckle heartily. “It seems like I've finally caught the attention of the infamous Helkolithist sage, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

You prayed that your cheeks were not noticeable to him, heated from his teasings. Even if he noticed, you were immediate with your response. You stand from behind your desk, picking up the scarf resting behind your chair, “Please speak up when you feel uneasy next time.”

Phainon stands up when he sees you walking to the door.

Everytime you feel like you achieved something with him, the hero surprises you again and again, especially when the next thing you felt was his very presence from behind. Phainon’s gloved hand comes to gently circle around your wrist, hindering your approach towards your door.

You turn to him and it's the first time you see his face fall in a worried frown. “Where are you going, did I perhaps irate you with my teases?”

Despite the smooth glove that serves as a barrier between your hands, it does not stop Phainon from tracing his bare fingertips from your wrist to the center of your open palm. You don’t know what he wanted to achieve with this, maybe it was to console you? Or console himself? But his actions drive your heart to pound in rhythms in your chest.

You doubt he’s cheeky enough to intentionally fluster you like this. He's playful but not presumptuous, and you can slowly feel your composure chip away at such a simple action.

It's just a mere touch of comfort, don't get ahead of yourself. Your mind sterns you so. When you find your bearings, you reach out to him, this is your first time touching him too.

Phainon’s eyes flicker and your eyes soften, crushed under a mortar and pestle. “No you did not anger me in any way, Lord.”

His skin is cold under your touch, your fingertips drawing a soothing pattern on the ungloved parts of his hand—which were his fingers, you rub them in your open palm softly. “Do you want to take a stroll with me? I feel a little stuffy after reading a handful of case studies.”

You see the way he perks up at your request, but he tries to hide his excitement. He cambers his head, a slight tilt to show puzzlement and you find it adorable.

“Are you certain?”

You tilt your head up in his direction. “Of course, I was the one who invited you. Come now, Lord Phainon, if we are fast enough the Academia’s parlor is giving away free coffees to both students and staff.”

When you dare spare a look over your shoulder you briefly catch his smile—a smile that seems to have shaved a part of the sun—because the upward tilt of his lips is so radiant and beautiful.

“If we missed the free coffee, will you throw me out of your office?” he grins playfully.

“Depending on how you pace yourself, I’ll be the judge of it.”

You wrestle the door handle and exit your office with a good-spirited Phainon trailing behind you. Completely unaware of your wavering stare and flushed tipped ears and cheeks.

It did not take long for the two of you to drop the formal salutations between one another. He stopped being Lord Phainon and hero to you, instead he was just Phainon—even if it was not his birth-given name, it was still a name he addresses himself with, a name that you loved to enunciate and shape vowels of. And to him, you stopped being the Helkolithist sage or the strict lecturer from the Grove. Rumours and nicknames that once plagued your many titles completely vanished with him and Phainon found mild joy in taste-testing your name in his lips. Every chance he gets, he calls you by your name and you’re a sudden victim to such a simple folly, turning every time you hear him say your name despite the situation you’re in, despite how hushed or quiet he calls you.

Whether or not your other colleagues noticed it, whether or not those avid looks Anaxagoras gives you, you ignored it because you secretly liked the way he addresses you; romantic intentions aside, he spoke of your name with such gentleness and ease, without intentions and tomfoolery, without the motive to manipulate information from you and without the definition to ask you of anything. Phainon called out to you simply because he likes to, he says your name without connecting it to formality upon your status.

He tastes the name on his tongue and calls you with a certain crave that is far too different from others.

With the formula of names already established, the next that came with your unlabelled relationship with Phainon were the touches. Months have passed by now, Phainon enters and exits your office at his own leisure, you became his companion for his conversations, someone that he can confide in with topics that he cannot bring up with Lady Aglaea, his teacher Tribbie, Miss Castorice or even his rival and brother-in-arms Mydeimos—not that the crown prince of Kremnos is even elated to share a conversation with him.

You were that person to him, his person that he comes to when he needs a hint of comfort at times where he finds himself at a loss.

Even if Phainon finds himself in one of his quiet moods of contemplation and wants nothing but solitude, he knows that the moment he enters your office he will be indulged by the quiet atmosphere you created—smelling that hint of herbs from your bookcases, seeing you hunched over your desk too concentrated in your texts to converse—not that he minded, because you would always look up when he enters, nodding your head in acknowledgement or look at him whenever he wants anything. He is grateful you don’t pester him for answers, but today is different.

Phainon is flooded with the thought of holding you.

He excuses it for his loneliness and feeling the heavy burden of the Deliverer on his shoulders—he wants to engulf you in his arms, to shape you in his embrace and reminisce in such a presence. So he stands, uncharacteristically so, his motive? to approach you now that your back is turned to him. You’re not sitting down at your desk, Phainon would sometimes follow you with his eyes as you buzz from the seat, to the bookcases, your seat then back to the bookcases—on extremely rare occasions, you would make your way to your window and tug the curtains open to aerate the office.

You were standing in front of a bookcase filled with case studies or imageries of tendons and ligaments, you told him a week ago you were working on studying about mesomorphic body habitus especially for the combatant individuals who will be in need to fight titankins around the cities, Phainon could feel nothing but a swell of pride by your passion to help the people despite your position. He hears you murmur something out, unaware of his approach but he makes sure he does not startle you.

He sees you try to reach for something from the upper shelves, so to ease you he takes the scroll that barely grazes your fingers.

The atmosphere is suddenly drenched with undeniable tension.

You spin to face him and Phainon has you caged between his arms, gripping the rough texture of the shelves beneath his hands.

“Phainon?” your voice holds question and you see his face folding in once again, his brows furrowed and lips pursed, as if he’s battling with inner conflict.

You’re not a scholar that specializes in remedies or medicines, despite the many boxes of scrolls regarding health in your office you cannot seem to wrap your mind about it, but deep down you craved to help Phainon—a man who battles titans as his duty and to help people in need—it must've been really hard on him to handle such a task all on his own, so you lift a palm and cup his cheek with it, hoping to ease his worries a bit even if it’s just a simple touch of a flattened palm on his face.

You should not jump to conjectures regarding his feelings, but when Phainon leans into your touch with fervor you cannot help but let your mind wander. You were both quiet and somehow you were unaware that he had discarded his gloves somewhere on the couch mere minutes ago until you felt his skin on yours, a searing feeling washes over you and he presses his hand to the back of yours as if to bury his face into the touch you gave him willingly, as if he’s calling your palm his homage.

He’s scared to let you go, and at this point Phainon has backed you against the bookcases fully, you feel the shelves on your back and his chest on your front and he leans down with his arms around your waist pulling you impossibly closer, so close and so fulfilling—you are finally in each other’s embraces and the boundary of that is thinning at the seams. You don’t reject his touch and find your arms wrapped around his shoulders, the softness of his white hair on your cheek and you inhale, the scent of the sun parades with him in every direction his future follows and you’re lucky enough to be a bare witness of his simple glory, his humanistic craves.

Phainon’s affections for you are intentional, it always was. From the moment you first met to your current relationship, he's been the barest with his manners, he has always been direct with your companionship and quality time you both spent together between the four corners of your office in the Grove of Epiphany. It was never prophesied by his fate to be this close with you but the humanity within him wishes to be more selfish, especially when it comes to you.

So when Phainon heard that you and a selective other scholars were ambushed by Nikador’s titankin, he finds his heart seizing. He has always been like this, fragile in the heart, maybe that’s why despite her usual coldness Aglaea tries to soften her tone when she announces it to the rest of the Chrysos heirs. Phainon could feel the quick look overs from his companions, Tribbie and Castorice lingering longer in concern for him.

He truly wears his heart in his sleeves, Mydei would comment when Phainon would turn away and leave the chamber with impatience. Despite his snides, the prince would still tag along and give him company.

Maybe his wishes for your safety have been answered, because when both Phainon and Mydei reach the destination of the clinic in Okhema City, you were the one kneeling down, clumsily wrapping your colleagues’ scraped knees to the best of your abilities. Phainon’s chest is heaving, having to run down Marmoreal Palace with such a chaotic mind truly exhausted him. He finds himself leaning against the frame on the open door before his ears are laid bare to Mydeimos’ click of a tongue, irritated. ”I told you to calm down, didn't I? The party wasn’t severely injured, they had Kremnoan people assisting them.”

“I…apologise.” Phainon heaves. “For showing such a side of me.” He addresses the people in the room, most of them were your affected party and a medic or two. The room seizes its pause, words of reassurance for the nameless delivery come fluttering into his ears and Phainon physically relaxes. He spares a look at Mydei, only to find him already looking. His honey eyes remain stoney, however he tips his chin in your direction and Phainon smiles at the gesture.

Everyone goes back to their own business but Phainon’s heart remains erratic with both the fear and the adrenaline.

He feels someone in front of him and his eyes open, landing on you.

Your fingers inch towards him, fixing his collar and the front of his attire. “It’s crooked.” you tell him and his blue eyes gentle like the psalm.

“I came here as fast as I can.” he breathes out. “I thought—” he stumbled on his own words. “You, I—”

“I made you worried, didn't I?” Your brows are pinched.

Phainon reaches out to touch your hand, the one lingering by his collar fabric and intertwining his fingers with the back of your hand. He lifts your palm to his face, his breath on your wrist as he feels your warm pulse on his lips.

“I’m just glad you’re safe.”

You cannot help the muddled fluster from painting your cheeks. “Phainon, we are…” we are in public, you wanted to tell him. But then your thoughts stumble, his intentions were always clear with you. He’s well-aware you two are under public gaze and yet he still showed such fondness for you.

It’s his public declaration of love.

You flinch when you hear Mydei’s heavy sigh. “Oi, Deliverer. I talked with the medics already, the situation here has been handled. I'll report back to Aglaea so get out of here.” His stare drags over to you, “Both of you.”

You would’ve turned and apologized to the prince if it weren’t for Phainon interlacing your fingers together and slipping out the clinic. Okhema’s dawn bathes your figure in gold and you tighten your hold on his—Phainon squeezes your palm as a response.

The pale-haired man turns to a secluded corner and immediately gathers you into his embrace. You chuckle at his clinginess, your fingers reaching out to tangle on the hairs behind his neck.

“Phainon,” You muse. “I’m okay.”

“I miss you.” Phainon’s voice is on your neck. “I’ve missed you so much I wanted to visit you, it’s been a week since I’ve seen you and now—I thought you were hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” You pull him closer. “I was the one that proposed this research expedition. I suppose I failed to take into account the dangers of visiting Janusopolis at this time. Because of me, my colleagues were injured.”

He has your face on his palms, blue eyes enough for you to sink into its depths like an anchor. “It’s not your fault.”

You closed your eyes. “I know.”

You cannot help the heat on your cheeks when Phainon pulls you into another hug, you relish in his golden presence. It has been a habit of his to start tracing your skin with his pining hands. When he pulls away, his thumbs brush over the pillows of your cheeks before travelling towards the arch of your eyelids, lingering slowly to the curvature of your lips then down the base of your neck. You nuzzle into his wrist when you find his hands on your head, rubbing through the roots of your tendrils. That’s when he speaks up, a bottled sort of rasp leaving between his lips.

He suggested that you stay with him in the city for a few more days, and you don’t see any reason to reject his offer. When the day grows gradually, you find yourself inside of a private room with Phainon—after the whole ambush your attire is caked with gravel and grime and you want nothing more than to take a long bath and rid yourself of the dirt.

“The water is warm now.” Phainon enters the room. “I placed a basket beside the pool with the oils. Just let me know if there’s anything else you need.” You cannot help but smile at his accommodations.

You see him freeze, blue eyes blinking at you.

You tilt your head. “Is something on my face?”

“You smiled.” He simply says. “I don’t think I ever saw you smile before.”

He hasn't? You pondered a bit, frowning. You could've sworn you smiled at him before.

Phainon calls out your name.

You turn to look at him, and his cheeks are flushed and rosy. He’s blushing red.

It did not take long for him to eat up the remainder of the gaps between the two of you, dissecting his expression—he looked like a mess. His eyes held a certain twinkle, his lips were pursed and his cheeks were ruddy.

Smitten beholds his eyes, then he holds your face again so delicately.

“Please, do it again.” Phainon asked you. “For me? You’re beautiful when you smile.”

His requests make your cheeks burn, but nonetheless you smile at him again, and again and again. Because at this very moment, you knew that Phainon—once just an imperfectly perfect hero to Okhema—was now someone who cannot stop being on your mind, his every tone and texture, every dip and curve of him has woven into your soul and you breathed him.

He was your very own warm sun encased in flesh and bones.

And you knew that Phainon felt the same way, for he had finally leaned down and pressed his tenacious lips against your own. Finally, finally expressing the fact that you too plagued his mind and he loved you so, so much with every waking fiber of his being.

#phainon x reader #phainon hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #amphoreus #⋆ ࣪. 🪐 kou works.#—stellaronhvnters.

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ryker-writes · 4 months ago

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Hi Ryker!

May I request Male! or GN!Reader dating Idia and Malleus?

Because Cater said he finds Diasomnia and Ignyhide people hard to approach, most of the student body fears Malleus and never really saw Idia, I think it'd be hilarious if Reader managed to befriend and woo them both.

I wish you a nice day/night, remember to drink something tasty and eat something.

hi hi! Glad to finally write a request for you since you've been around my blog for a bit! I'll be doing GN!Reader to keep it inclusive to whoever reads and wants to connect with it (hope you don't mind). I kinda got carried away so it's longer than I thought it'd be

Request rules and Masterlists

Dating Idia and Malleus (Poly relationship)

First of all; WOAH

It's not uncommon for people to avoid both Idia and Malleus for very different reasons

Idia avoided people, but some found him creepy or weird due to his unique appearance and personality

Malleus on the other hand, is elegant and refined, but too powerful and intimidating for his own good (and it's not even intentional)

So it's quite a feat just being able to befriend both of them considering they're not often even seen around campus

There's always a stunned silence when you mention them as close friends

Cater says you must have next level "rizz" in order to charm your way into a conversation and friendship with both of them

And when you tell him you're actually dating both of them? He is truly stunned into silence, staring at you like you grew a third head

He and everyone around you is baffled beyond belief

It's one thing to date the world's biggest introvert who can't even attend class in person, but to date a literal prince and one of the strongest mages at the same time???

"They have to have strong magic! How else can you possibly explain them dating Idia and Malleus?"

Dating the two of them had quite an interesting start

I think the only way for you to possibly date both of them is for Idia to come first

If you dated Malleus first, Idia would probably bury how he feels thinking you would never date him too since he can't possibly compete with Malleus for your love

And he does feel a little insecure when you mention also having mutual feelings with Malleus too

But with some reassurance that you still love him very much, he's okay with it!

Actually, he likes it!

With you dating Malleus at the same time, he doesn't feel as much pressure to do everything perfectly to be a good boyfriend or forcing himself to go to big events with you because he knows Malleus is there when he's not

Idia also needs time to himself to recharge his social battery, but he feels terrible telling you he needs to recharge on his own, but now you can spend time with Malleus while he recharges and will be ready to spend time together later!

He sees and understands why you like Malleus too, after all, Malleus is "A SSR boss character with insane stats. Anyone would be attracted to him"

Malleus on the other hand...can't fully see the attraction to Idia

Don't get me wrong, he knows you love Idia too and he respects Idia, even considers him a smart and worthy fellow partner for your love

He just doesn't feel the same affection for him as you do, and that's okay with him

Malleus is open to new experiences and things to try, so when you suggested being in a relationship with both him and Idia, he was surprised, but willing to try

and to his surprise, he quite enjoys it!

He gets to know you and Idia on a deeper more personal level, and to him, that's one of the best parts about it! He doesn't have many people in his life that he can be so open and close with, so being able to be like that with both you and Idia really means a lot to him

Malleus knows there are times he's out of touch with modern culture and traditions, so he's very glad to have Idia who can help fill in the gaps and explain some things to him (after rewording his sentence at least five times to make it understandable)

With Idia around, he doesn't feel like he has to worry as much about not being able to keep up with how fast human/modern times move, and worrying about you whenever you're not in his sight

Overall, they both enjoy the relationship the three of you have

Dating both of them is quite the experience

For starters, you'll never face financial issues. Anything you want or even mention a slight interest in wanting, you'll have it by end of the day

Yeah, there's a mountain of presents on your birthday, and that's just from one of them

Security is also never an issue. No one in their right mind would provoke Malleus anyway, but even with Idia they risk all their personal and private information being exposed for all to see and the wrath of Styx security

In fact, just about any issue you have can be solved by both of them

They balance each other well in different approaches and areas of expertise

When you have a tech issue, leave it to Idia. When you have a magical issue, leave it to Malleus. When you have a personal issue or issue with others, they'll work together <3

The two of them love you very much, and they often work together or help each other in their efforts too

Even when Idia is feeling insecure about himself and where he stands, Malleus can sense it and is able to reassure him just how deeply both you and him care for Idia and value him

And when Malleus is feeling confused or like a third wheel of sorts, Idia is willing to take a step back and share attention with Malleus too

They even spend time together on their own too, and despite the initial awkwardness in the beginning of the relationship, they get along quite well

You've walked into Idia's room before to find Idia trying to teach Malleus the basics of technology and computers, even trying to teach him how to play some of the simpler games

The next day Malleus had a custom headset to help accommodate fae ears and his horns

On the other hand, Malleus has managed to drag Idia out of his room more, walking at night for both ambiance and to avoid the majority of people

When holidays come around, the two scheme together on how to surprise/what to do for you

There have been rumors circulating around the school about the two smiling evilly and chuckling in dark corners, and everyone gets on edge for a few days

Most of the time when you mention dating both Malleus and Idia, people don't believe you

They'd probably think you're delusional, but the smart ones know to hold their tongue on that

The not so smart ones (Ace) don't hold their tongue and call you delusional, and suddenly there's a thunderstorm and their search history is public information

Malleus and Idia are both pretty protective of you, and love you deeply, so you bet they're going to do just about whatever it takes to ensure you're happy

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus #malleus x reader #idia shroud x reader #twisted wonderland idia #idia x reader #idia shroud #no idea if i did this right #twisted wonderland malleus #hope its okay #i approve of this relationship

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deldaydreams · 4 months ago

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Twisted Wonderland/ Otome AU

Warning: Yandere stuff mentioned, Gn reader. English is not my first language.

Summary: : One day, you opened your eyes and found yourself in Twisted Wonderland. And the task the System gave you is to get one of the lead characters love meter to 100% by the end of the main story and reach their happy ending.

Parts : rules , 1 , 2 , 4

Azul Ashengrotto

Cunning, intelligent, Octavinelle dorm head Azul Ashengrotto. If you are going to choose the Azul route, I should mention that even if you meet Azul before the main story or during the main story, this will not affect your love meter much. In other words, you will start from scratch anyway. While the events in the main story are happening, your love meter will increase, although not much. Azul will like the troubled facial expressions you have while trying to help your friends. Especially the worried facial expression you put on when you make a deal with him is his favorite.

Of course, you will fall into minuses with Overblot, but don't worry, it will be quite easy for you to approach him after Overblot. He will not approach you with his usual businessman expression. Regular visits and conversations will gradually increase your love meter, and you will become Azul's special customer who is regularly expected. Things like extra desserts or drinks from the establishment are now natural for you.

Your time with Azul is usually spent at the Monstro Lounge. He regularly invites you to the Monstro Lounge to try new menus. Although he claims that he only uses you as a test subject to try out new menus, the twins know the truth and make fun of Azul about it. However, they still help Azul to advance your relationship as his Wingmen, in other words, they help him in their own way.

You chat while he brings you new menus to try. Although your conversations are usually about your daily life, Azul likes to listen to you. These conversations allow him to learn about you. He also likes you to listen to him carefully.

Azul wants to be perfect in your eyes. What happened in the Overblot incident makes him feel bad, but this perfect male impression is usually ruined by the twins and his mother. Aside from the twins talking about their old memories, he never left you alone with his mother after his mother showed you his childhood and baby photos.

In Dark mode this Octopus make sure that you wouldn’t notice anything . His repressed insecure personality eats him up. What if you find someone better than him? What if you leave him? What if you are happier without him? These thoughts eat him up inside. While he plays the perfect lover to you, he makes plans to eliminate the people he sees as rivals in the background, and you can be sure that the twins will help him in this regard. Azul does not interfere with you physically, at least not to a certain extent. He usually plays mind games with you. The contract offers she normally makes as a joke become more frequent, the only difference is that if you accept thinking it is just a joke, you will fall into his hands. And once your signature falls into Azul's hands, you will never be able to escape from him ever .

Jade leech

Jade Leech, the vice dorm leader of Octavielle who hides his true nature under the mask of a gentleman. First of all, you have attracted Jade's attention since the beginning of the story. Especially after Azul's Overblot, his interest in you will increase considerably. A person without magic, from another world... How interesting. After the third book, your encounters with Jade will increase.

First of all, I have to say that this eel is an open sadist. In other words, he enjoys doing activities that will annoy you a lot during the day. Random pranks that scare you will happen quite often. For example, last week, he scared you about the poisonous mushroom in the food he served you, then he joked and explained that he actually made you eat a safe mushroom that looked like it. In his defense, the facial expression you make when you are scared and in a difficult situation is very cute. He also tells you his memories and stories about his life under the sea frequently. Especially the ones that will scare you. I advise you not to trust this guy too much.

Your time with Jade is usually spent at the Monstro Lounge due to his work. He spoils you with free menus. He likes you to talk about your day while eating. Apart from that, he tries to include you in his club activities. If you participate in club activities, your love meter will increase, but you should be prepared for the non-stop mountain hiking and Jade's non-stop chatter all day long.

It is very difficult to notice Jade in dark mode. This guy is a master at hiding his feelings. However, it is possible to notice if you pay attention to his word choices. Jade does not wish you direct harm as much as possible. He wants you to come to him on your own will.

Unfortunate events suddenly happen to those around you. The seriousness of these events increases as time goes by. In addition, rumors emerge about you and even bullying can also happen . If you are still not completely devoted to him, he may push you to make a deal with Azul. If you still continue to be stubborn despite this, Jade will resort to brute force, even if he “does not want” to. He will confess to you that he is responsible for everything that happens to you. And he will openly threaten you. In short, he will get what he wants in one way or another.

Floyd Leech

Floyd Leech, a student of Octavinelle, who is the opposite of his brother who is like an unknown deep ocean but also quite similar to him . Just like to his brother, you are very interesting to Floyd, even if the reasons are not the same.

Floyd's route is a complete Russian roulette. There will be sudden drops and increases until the love meter reaches 30%-40%. For this reason, you should always be alert about Floyd's mood states.

I would like to say that your relationship with Floyd will be a little tiring. This guy will drag you behind him wherever he goes. It doesn't matter if you have other things to do or not, you should be by his side. Lots of hugs (squeezes) and PDA. Just like Jade, this eel will also play not so funny pranks on you. In the simplest way, whenever he wants you to swim with him, he drowns you every time. Of course, unlike his brother, he doesn't always do this on purpose. At least he is honest.

After your love meter exceeds 30%-40%, that is, after it reaches a stable position, Floyd, just like Jade, will introduce you to his family at the first opportunity. So I recommend you to be prepared.

You will spend most of your free time with Floyd, whether you like it or not. He likes you to watch him and cheer him on at club activities. Apart from that, he wants you to do swimming and similar activities with him, but you learned your lesson. Apart from that, Floyd is a talkative person. He will tell you various stories about the undersea life.

As I said, Floyd's route is like a wavy sea, so you should be on the alert at all times. If Floyd feels uncomfortable about something or experiences a situation that will shake him, he can easily enter dark mode. The possessive nature of this leech twin is a complete nightmare when he enters dark mode. He immediately becomes suspicious at the slightest thing, corners you and questions you. Since he is more nervous and suspicious than normal, he can be a little aggressive towards those around you, and unlike Jade, he does not hide it. The advice is to find the reason why he is in this situation as soon as possible, because in dark mode, you will not only deal with Floyd but also Jade. With the help of Jade and Azul, you will be in Floyd's hands in a short time.

Tags: @ang3lin3r33

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yoiisa · 1 month ago

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Hello! It’s my first time requesting, so it’s gonna be a bit awkward and off but can I request windbreaker boys suo, nirei, sakura + anyone you want to add with a crush who’s like yuki itose from a sign of affection? Where reader is deaf but is pretty much content with her life and she really enjoys everything despite not being able to hear? And shes really delicate and sweet yet also honest whenever she needs to be? Thank you!!?

this was one of the animes i watched recently as i was getting super back into it, and yuki is iconic, i love her sm!!

➜ suo hayato is super accommodating for you in every respect ➜ he's a lot like itsuomi in that respect. he will learn sign for you and enjoys having a language that only the two of you can understand ➜ he's a little shit sometimes though, and will probably use it to talk shit a lot, in front of other people ➜ he's also very likely to be protective over you because your deaf, but not in the way oushi is where he is just "stay inside, never go into the world, it's dangerous" ➜ rather, he'll be in the background, looming ominously, and threatening anyone who tries shit with you ➜ suo is protective bf #1, and wears it like a badge of honor

The two of you went to an anime exhibition at a nearby museum for your date. Suo kept you close the entire time, his hand interlocked with yours. He loves the way your eyes sparkle as you take in exclusive drawings for this exhibition, and the life size models of all your favorite characters. Your face is glowy and your lips are pulled in a perpetual smile. You did your makeup extra nice today and used a different type of perfume. Your hands are also really soft to the touch. He squeezes your hand three times, a way of telling you I love you. His smile widens as you squeeze back. However, as the two of you reach the merch section, and you're immersed in file folders and acrylic stands, Suo hears some snickering from a few feet away. He glances over to see another group of boys eyeing the two of you. His eyes drift down to you again, to see the neck of your shirt is hanging a bit low. Suo gives your shirt's neck a gentle tug and you straighten up. You stare up at him, silently asking what's wrong. "Nothing, I was just fixing your shirt a bit," he explains. You smile, nod, and continue perusing the merchandise. However, on your way out from the venue, Suo spots those boys again. Their gazes land on you and Suo feels a type of revulsion he never has before. Suo tugs at your hand and says, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick. Wait here for me, okay?" As you nod, he hurries off. When he gets in the bathroom, the boys from earlier are huddled in the corner, laughing with each other. The sound is enough to make Suo sick. He approaches the two of them and they fall silent. They look as if they're about to ask him what he wants, but Suo slams his fist against the stall door next to them. "You're pathetic. You're immature scum that shouldn't be allowed to roam the Earth," he says, his voice low and threatening. "If I ever see you again, leering at anyone like that, especially a woman, you'll pay hell? Understand?" They give meek nods, and with that, Suo leaves them trembling in the bathroom to rejoin you for the rest of your date.

➜ nirei akihiko sometimes worries about how the two of your relationship will pan out ➜ after all, to live in a world without sound means that you're experiencing everything in a very different way than he is ➜ that being said, once he realizes that despite your different situations, you're just like him, and he couldn't be happier as your boyfriend ➜ he privately makes his own sign language guides in his notebook, and memorizes the alphabet so he can spell words out for you ➜ he also takes your deafness into account with everything you guys do, so you end up doing things like going to aquariums and museums a lot since those are more visual than auditory

Nirei hands you your ticket for the aquarium, and you take it, beaming up at him. Your face is bright and cheery, the sun making you glow. You look like an angel, fit with a halo and all. He links his elbow with yours and asks, "Ready?" At your nod, he returns your smile with an equally bright one and leads you into the aquarium. The blue hue of the tanks is everything. Unlike the sun, this light makes you look cool and refreshing, and he spends the whole day snapping candid photos of you. At one point, he captures a moment your bent over the touch tank, your hand gliding over the backs of sting rays. Your fingers graze the textured spokes of the starfish and your rub some sand between your fingers. Nirei lowers his phone for a moment, taking in the look on you face as you explore this tactile wonderland. You look so inspired by it all, your mouth split into a wide grin. Momentarily, Nirei wonders if you're gonna go home and draw some moments from today in your sketchbook. As the day continues to go by, the two of you spot some otters floating on their backs. Nirei's phone vibrates and he glances down. It's a message from you. you: id like to pet one one day ^_^ Nirei chuckles and nods, "Hopefully one day. They're cute aren't they?" As you nod, Nirei can't help but notice the way your cheeks puff up as you grin. Almost against his will, he reaches up and pinches your face. You startle and your smile falls. Nirei blusters and pulls back, spouting apologies like a running faucet. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, please ignore that-" You giggle, the sound breaking through the fog of his panic. You shake your head and pinch his cheek back, before placing a tiny peck on the area your hand had been on. He looks like a tomato for the rest of the day.

➜ sakura haruka is a lot like oushi if i'm being completely honest ToT ➜ when you first meet/start dating, he treats you like you're fine china and the entire world is a garbage disposal ready to grind you into a fine powder and dump you into an incinerator ➜ on top of everything, you're so nice to everyone. sakura is a mistrusting person, and he always thinks there's an underlying motive to anything, so he's also very protective of you. it's more overt than suo's is though ➜ he'll get into people's face a lot if they so much as glance at you the wrong way ➜ it takes a lot of convincing on your part to get him to relax, but once he understands that you're not fragile, he lays off

His phone pings again. you: harukaaaa i can take care of myself Sakura runs a hand through his hair. He looks up at you, his eyes narrowed in concern. "I know you can, but still," he sighs. you: still what? "[name], you almost got run over! You might've if I hadn't been there, and-" his voice dies as he sees the stormy expression on your face. you: youre not some savior or my keeper whatever. im leaving. You turn on your heel to leave, but startle as Sakura's hand grasps your wrist. You whip your head around and your eyes widen as you see Sakura's expression. You're not sure there's a word to describe that expression. It's something between frustration, guilt, and desperation. "I," he pauses and takes a deep breath. He starts again, but slower this time, so you can really read his lips and get the gravity of everything he's trying to say. "I know I'm not some savior or anything. I never said I was. I- I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. I'm just worried. "I get that you've been living like this for your whole life and you're used to it by now, but . . . but I'm not. I hate the fact that these kinds of experiences are like second nature to you, but for me, they're not. I hate that I can't protect you from stuff like this." Sakura sighs and relaxes his body a bit, before finally finishing off with, "I just don't want you to get hurt." You stare up at him, noting the way the light bounces differently between his two eyes. Eventually, you take out your phone and type out another message. you: i get it everyone i meet is like this at first i hope you can get used to caring about me He pauses and shakes his head. "I don't need to get used to it. I care about you, that's all there is to it," he mutters as he pats your head. Sakura sighs before saying, "I'll try to not be as condescending in the future, and tell me whenever I am, okay?"

➜ if suo is protective bf #1, then umemiya hajime is supportive bf #1 ➜ this man will have whole dates with you where he does nothing but learn sign language with you ➜ you ask multiple times if he wants to do something else, like go shopping, but no. he's perfectly (and genuinely) happy just like this ➜ you end up teaching him a lot of vocabulary related to gardening ➜ additionally, he'll buy you hand creams a lot. he loves your hands, playing with them and feeling them pat him. sometimes, he worries that your hands might be getting sore from how much they move ➜ so around once a month, he stops by a department store and brings you a bunch of tiny tubes of lavender, rose, and daisy scented lotions

As you step out onto the roof, the first thing you notice is a tiny table set up on top of a picnic blanket. The table has a few pens and notebooks on it, and you recognize Umemiya's handwriting. A tiny marble rolls towards your feet and you look up to see him standing a few feet away, holding a basket with peppers, tomatoes, and cucumbers in it. "You're early," he says. You nod and he sets the produce down next to the compositions. You walk towards him and he continues, "I got some new notebooks! Already labeled them all though, so don't worry about that." You nod, and move your hands to say I noticed. You sit next to him and he pours you some iced tea. As you drink, Umemiya opens the notebook to the first page, the crips white paper reflecting the sunlight back to both of you. You pick up a pen as he jots down the date in the corner of the page. 06-07-2016. The next hour is filled with you writing to each other about sign language. You draw diagrams for him to follow, and make notes of how he can improve in the notebooks. Once your guys' time is up, Umemiya has mostly mastered vocabulary about outings. "Alright, lemme give it a go," Umemiya says, stretching his fingers out a little. His hands move in quick succession, making the message Will you go on a date with me? You clap and smile, before quickly jotting down Good job! Umemiya blinks down at the scrawl before shaking his head and trying again. No, no, [name], you give him your full attention and he tries again, putting more emphasis on the questions. Will you go on a date with me? You stare at him in silence for a hot second, before turning redder than his tomatoes. You nod your head vigorously, and Umemiya laughs. "Don't give yourself whiplash," he says, gently holding your head and making it still. You stare at him wide eyed and he signs Thank you.

➜ togame jo initially doesn't think much of you. he thinks you're cute and stuff, but he doesn't pay you much mind otherwise ➜ however, that changes when he notices small things about you that differs from the rest of the hearing world. you never have headphones in to listen to music, you always watch movies/TV shows with subtitles on, and you spend a lot of time reading the signs in the subway rather than just listening to the announcements ➜ he can't say for sure when or how, but naturally he starts to gravitate towards you, and helps you out with some day to day tasks that are more difficult since you can't hear. he falls for you shortly thereafter ➜ he never treats you any different for your deafness however. he starts learning sign language, but it's a bit more difficult for him than it is for nirei or suo, so he sticks to notebooks for the most part ➜ he writes love letters to you, and is on top of it when it comes to texting you regularly

"Hey, she got another one!" one of your friends say excitedly. In her hands is another white envelope, the contents no doubt from Togame. You're sitting at your desk, your head on the wood as you take a nap. However, you rouse at the feeling of someone tapping against it. You raise your head to see your friend standing in front of you, the letter in her hands. "From that boy you're close with," she teases. The tone is lost on you, although the expression she wears isn't. You take the envelope and peel back the flap. You take out the letter and unfold the paper, before your eyes set to work. Togame's handwriting when you first started dating was like chicken scratch- you could hardly make out the letters. Not now though, he must've been practicing. You giggle as the image flashes through your mind, someone all tough like Togame praticing his handwriting to make it all pretty. Once you finish the letter, your friend looks at you expectantly, her eyes wide and anxious to know everything. "Well, what'd it say?" she asks, bouncing on her feet a little. You take your phone out and open your notes app. You begin typing out a message to her. Just him saying he misses me and stuff. The usual :x "The usual?" your friend asks incredulously. "That reminds, me, how often exactly are you getting these kinds of letters from him?" You shrug. He's starting to do it more nowadays. Before it used to be mostly through messages. Idk why he switched. When you first started dating Togame, he was pretty reserved and chill. You kinda felt out of place, sometimes wondering if he really did like you all that much. However, these letters and constant texts put those doubts to bed real fast. "You should ask," your friend suggests, but you shake your head. She's silent for a brief moment before sighing dreamily, "Maybe he wants something permanent for you to remember him by?" She smirks as you blush at the prospect. Just because you'd accepted that he really liked you doesn't mean it'd fully set in. You couldn't wait for it to though. You were more than ready for someone as loving as Togame in your life.

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lottienathive · 5 months ago

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right off the bat, nat and lottie are introduced as complete opposites - lottie is rich, sweet, soft-spoken, etc. and nat is poor, extremely brash, and bold. even wearing a skirt and jacket, but in completely different ways. this is an easily understood set-up for their first time in the wilderness. the very first dilemma of the show—the allie situation—is also very representative of this. lottie is unsure on how to approach the situation and doesn’t assert herself (“she kinda sucks, but… i don’t know.”) whereas nat makes her opinion very clear (“that’s because it’s bullshit” / “you know what? fuck this.”) after the crash., nat throws herself onto travis almost immediately following the loss of his father. she immediately sticks up for him when lottie makes a jab (“who died and made him king of snacks?” “his dad, lottie, literally his fucking dad.”) this is already showing us that nat is considered with the individual feelings of people around her, whereas lottie is more focused on the hive mind and likelihood of the group as a whole.

further into their time in the wilderness, both of the girls establish themselves as providers. nat becomes a hunter, providing food and protection since she’s the one who earns the privilege of having the only weapon. on the other hand, lottie is slowly made into a group leader because of the spiritual comfort she provides the girls with. in a desperate time of need, both of them are ready to provide and protect the group, but in completely opposing ways. they aren’t so different, really just two sides of the same selfless, caring coin. this complex rivalry makes much more sense when you look at their childhood individually. we see in season 1 that nat grew up in terrible circumstances, with an abusive alcoholic father and a dismissive mother, she is responsible for making her own way. her father’s death is symbolic of this; although she didn't kill him directly, it was her fault he died. because of this upbringing, nat has heavy walls built around her. she sees the world for what it's been to her: cruel. however, despite this cold shell that her parents caused her to develop, she's incredibly caring all the less. this is especially represented through her relationship with travis. lottie, while she grew up rich, clearly didn't have very loving parents. the first scene we see of her at home is before the crash, and while most of the other characters are being goodbye-hugged by family members, lottie is receiving a bottle of her medication from her maid. at the beginning of season 2, we see that lottie has had some sort of psychic abilities, able to predict a car crash before it happens. instead of taking time to understand her, her parents throw her into therapy and pump her up with medication following the rescue, lottie's parents take no time to process that their daughter has been heavily traumatized, and immediately send her away to a whole different country. the dismissiveness of lottie's parents, similar to nats, affected her in a completely opposite way. instead of building up walls and becoming cold, lottie seeks to use her abilities to give comfort to everyone else around her. while dealing wth similar core traumas, they react to it in very different ways.

despite this, lottie (especially adult timeline) stays prominent as the only person who can comfort nat. after years following the crash of replacing her pain with drugs, sex, etc. it took one week at lottie's camp for her to want to start healing. lottie did that for her. the regression scene shows that no matter how old she is, lottie is still the only person who can bring out the parts of herself that she tries to bury, in both positive and negative ways. the season 2 finale is where everything about their relationship shifts. i don't think enough people process that "the wilderness" is really just, obviously not completely, but in simple terms a manifestation of lottie's inner nature. when you listen to it, it gives you what you want. when lottie decides that nat should be the leader by saying "the wilderness already chose who should lead us," what she's really saying, unconsciously and metaphorically, is that she has noticed nat's resilience and determination to lead as a reflection of her own determination to lead. now...we talk about nat's death scene. happening parallel to the scene where she's crowned leader adult nat is accidently killed during a hunt put together by lottie to give the wilderness its final sacrifice, an exercise intended to help them let go. in her final moments between life and death, nat finds herself in that plane again. in her very final moments of life, what is nats last sight?? young lottie next to her, hand on her heart, telling her that it's going to be okay. as she says, "IT'S not evil, just hungry." this line correlates with what lottie said a few episodes earlier: "just because you don't understand something doesn't mean it's evil." nat and lottie both don't understand each other's ways of dealing with their issues, so they argue and they oppose. in a tragic end to their story, nat's death is documented as a drug overdose and lottie is sent away to a psych ward by her friends. despite everything they went through, the ups and the downs and the healing, lottie and nat will always be the psycho and the druggie. they are similar in this way: they are stuck with these issues and that's all they're seen for by anyone else. but they see each other as more.

you made so many excellent points. great analysis! they really are two sides of the same coin and narrative foils.

"the dismissiveness of lottie's parents, similar to nats, affected her in a completely opposite way. instead of building up walls and becoming cold, lottie seeks to use her abilities to give comfort to everyone else around her. while dealing with similar core traumas, they react to it in very different ways."

this part in particular reminded me of a thought i had the other day. about lottienat and the deer + moose symbolism. it pretty much reflects what you just mentioned. lottie being associated with the deer (a creature considered in many mythologies to be connected to the supernatural and the divine, a creature that prefers to live in herds. just like lottie who doesn't isolate herself by choice. she surrounds herself with people) vs nat being associated with the moose (unlike other deer species moose do not form herds and are solitary animals)

#💌#lottienat #lottie matthews #natalie scatorccio

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Hey, i love your stories, can you do how the warlords (specifically Mihawk, Jinbei, and Crocodile) would react to finding out the reader is a former slave, but the reader is also a warlord themself, it can be platonic or romantic, I don't mind either way.

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A/N: established romantic relationship (well as romantic as u can get with some of these guys..) Takes place before the Warlord system was abolished. I had a hard time writing this without it sounding too ooc so if u have a different thought abt how some of these warlords would react pls comment and lemme know! I was gonna include Blackbeard but lowkey idek how he’s react I don’t understand him that well and I have free will to not write abt that lil hoe

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Dracule Mihawk: Mihawk was approached by you initially before the two of you became involved with each other. Your abilities and admirable Haki gained you some respect from Mihawk. Particularly your fighting style was something that stood out to him, and he was interested to understand your potential more throughly.

Mihawk’s stoicism and general lack of public presence fit your needs well. Due to Mihawk’s perceptive nature, I’d wager he had suspicions that something happened between you and the World Government because of your obvious aversion to them. Though, lots of people don’t like the World Government, especially pirates so I don’t see him bringing it up unless he was too curious.

Assuming you keep the slave branding covered, Mihawk would only ever see it if you willingly present it to him. I don’t really think that the dynamic between you two will change once he knows. He would probably be more accommodating for you at Muggy Kingdom and understands your character better than he did previously. He himself has his own issues with the World Government and for his partner to be a victim of the conditions that they set up definitely increases his loathing of the world government.

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Bartholomew Kuma: (small disclaimer I’m not too familiar with Kuma’s character either..) Kuma was probably hesitant to become involved with you due to his own enslavement to the World Government both previously and in terms of being a pacifista cyborg as well as being a revolutionary member. Though through small, private interactions over the course of numerous years the two of you had developed a bond.

Once Kuma put his trust in you and knew that while you were a Warlord and pirate; you were also a rare, good person, he was willing to risk confiding in you. He didn’t tell you everything, just a little bit about himself so you were aware of his mixed life. It prompted you to reveal your own checkered past and sorta showed him how similar people become after being affected by the World Government.

You had told him about your previous status as a slave. I feel like Kuma would be disheartened to hear about another’s enslavement, but he would also be able to empathize with you more than most anyone else in the world (as well as he can for a cyborg..) At most I feel like he can only offer you words and wouldn’t be able to take any action for you. Though his tender empathy, even at a distance, is comforting to you.

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Donxuiquote Doflamingo: (literally the worst reaction you could ever hope for. I’m sorry but to me I feel like telling him this is the equivalent to saying that you have a D middle initial in your name. He WILL tweak I promise)

Your relationship with Doflamingo is akin to a give and take rather than an actual companionship. Though there might be what he thinks is love present on his side, it only ever harms you and even others at times. His love is more reflective of a child roughly playing with his favorite toy no matter how tattered it gets. You’re his favorite yes, but for how long? When will he notice the cracks in your paint coating? Or the chipped pieces of your frame?

He was attracted to your abilities and wanted to form an alliance. This alliance did benefit your crew, and granted you more political influence in the world. (Though, I feel like Doflamingo would try to make it physical between the two of you.)

Doflamingo figuring out that you were a former slave wasn’t intended by you. You had wanted to keep that a secret from him as long as you could. You didn’t know how he would react, but you didn’t think it would be good. And it wasn’t good, when he saw the burn seared into your back. The whole world stopped for a moment, nothing heard except your shaky breaths. I feel like this would go either two ways.

Doflamingo would be disgusted. He would feel cheated. How dare you be branded by something other than him, is what he would ask himself. He used to own slaves. He technically still does with his citizens of Dressrosa. He knows their lack of worth, their use to him and his mind would clash that version of inferiority with you instantly. To him, you were less than before but now you’re just a fake pretending to be human and pretending to be stronger than you really are. I feel like his reaction would be violent towards you and he would call off the progression of your alliance immediately.

The other way I see it going (and it’s kinda sick in my mind) is that Doflamingo would feel a new type of ownership over you. He used to authorize people to get that branding on your back. He’d feel like you were reminiscent of his past and his former birth right. I feel like he might try to coax you into becoming a slave for him under the pretense of sympathy and understanding. This would be him playing the long game, trying to break you down enough mentally for you to be dependent on him and he would be able to use you however he wanted. He would also use this information against you too, threatening to reveal it to the public or the government officials. Even worse, the celestial dragons so they could come and take you back.

Disgusting bird this one is

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Hancock Boa: (lowkey I feel like she’s incapable of falling for someone other than Luffy presently but we can ignore that) Boa would only ever try to pursuit a relationship if you had treated her the same way Luffy treated her. If you had shown her a lack of lust and instead genuine affection or kindness, she would be down so bad.

One big milestone in the development of your relationship with Boa was her revealing her own personal enslavement. She told you in desperation of a connection of trust and to try to prove that she wasn’t worthy of you. She was utterly shocked when you turned around and bared your own identical marking to her.

It would cause the two of you to have an intimate bond beyond anything sexual. You validated her and her sisters’ worth and existence. You also showed her that the mark didn’t have to be something to fear and that she could rely on you. I think she would fall in love with you like how she did with Luffy and would defy the World Government not just for herself and her empire anymore, but for you as well.

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Jimbei: I feel like Jimbei would pursue someone with a clear moral scale and have ideals that align with him. (Though he’d probably prefer fishmen so like if you’re human he might not be looking at you like that..) You were an honorable pirate and someone that Jimbei was able to communicate with beyond Warlord meetings. The Sun Pirates would most likely notice the chances of an alliance forming between them and your crew given the praises Jimbei has given you.

It was on an island of neutral ground for the two of you, enjoying the isolation and conversing with one another when it happened. You told Jimbei of your previous enslavement and showed him your branding. It wasn’t really prompted, maybe you wished for Jimbei to talk of the important history of the Sun Pirates and Fisher Tiger. The slavery of fishmen was woven between the threads of the creation of the Sun Pirates. It was a safe space, Jimbei makes you feel safe, so once Jimbei was done talking, you opened up.

Jimbei would feel sympathy for your mark and your story. But he’s also someone who would be quick to acknowledge your strength to overcome it and persevere to the status of Warlord of your own pirate crew. Jimbei ran a hand over the mark softly before thinking of something. He offered to give you the Sun Pirates’ marking over it.

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Trafalgar Law: Law wouldn’t be looking for a relationship until possibly after he is able to complete his goal of avenging Corazon by defeating Doflamingo. Plus you were a warlord with your own crew, so the trust he gave you was scarce if he gave you any at all.

Though, if he did align with your pirate crew and you helped him in his goal he’d have a considerable amount of trust and loyalty towards you for the duration of the alliance. Through this, the two of you gradually became a little closer to each other, divulging in stories of the past and history in the small free time you had. Though you weren’t together and neither of you would mention the kindles of what could perhaps be something more between the two of you.

One late night, you let it slip that you were a former slave. Law paused momentarily before acting unaffected. A silence fell over you two for a couple moments before he mentioned that you were free now. To which you responded with a smile. It wasn’t brought up again, and your alliance ended after the events of Dressrosa.

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Gecko Moria: (guys I don’t like him) Hm. I feel like he would approach you first. Especially in his youth because he was more of a confident pirate before he faced off with Kaido. He had taken a liking to your appearance and your abilities were well suited for tasks in his opinion. I feel like he would propose an alliance with an ultimate goal of obtaining your power for his motives.

I thinks relationship with him would be another one based on mutual contentment, you scratch his big back, he scratches yours. Though, over time I think he would become loyal to you and care for you of his own will, not for the sake of the alliance.

He found out about your enslavement through one of his nosy underlings, maybe Perona. It would reason that you and her were at least acquaintances. I don’t think this would change much for Moria, though he might try to express sympathy for you. Perhaps he might bring it up in hopes you talk about your past to him so he can know more about you and what you’ve endured. He is caring to those who he considers family, and he would be willing to consider you that.

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Crocodile: Crocodile was most likely approached by you. Though being the business man that he is, the only form of entanglement he would engage in would be through a mutual alliance of some sort.

Time may change the context of your alliance with him, and your relationship could grow into something that loosely resembles a carrying couple. Yet while Crocodile has his own secrets you aren’t privy to, he doesn’t enjoy you hiding ones from him, especially if it affects business.

You told him you would tell him a secret if he told you what happened to his hand. It was the amount of whiskey you had earlier in the evening talking, but Crocodile always became rather amused with your drunken ramblings. He made you go first.

He was rather surprised when you told him that you used to be a slave. You had covered your past so well. You were always dressed luxuriously, you surrounded yourself and your crew with powerful people, and you had this air of unassailable confidence that he always wanted to control. It just didn’t fit you, being a slave. When he asked about the marking, you replied that you got surgery to remove it and replace the skin graft of the area it was covering. He could tell you hated that part of your past, and hated the World Government and Celestial Dragons even more. You told him you would wring his neck if he publicized it. Puffing his cigar in your face, he mused before taking a deep sigh and told you about the story of his hand.

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Kinda a long one, I really had to think abt this one but it was fun to write

Mwah 😽

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acesw · 2 months ago

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On Liang Yue being neurodivergent-coded

I've observed that Liang Yue is a lot more explicitly neurodivergent-coded compared to other characters. A lot of these observances were picked up from how she acts, how she thinks, and how it tends to affect the world around her. I want to explore it here in this post.

Now, this is non-definitive of Liang Yue's character. Whatever opinion you have of her is still by all means valid. These are just my thoughts as an ND person. Consider this as my apology of disappearing a lot more LOL

Additionally, she'll be referred to as Yue from now on, as it's her first name. Let's get started.

1. Social Cues and "Infodumping"

The first thing Yue gives off is her humility and her honesty. And while that softens people's hearts, I also find it interesting that part of this is because of her struggling to pick up on social cues.

She tends to be left puzzled by people's words (e.g. Poitier's comments on her home life affecting her job), and follows it up with asking for clarification. I also found that Yue can be confused when her actions make others upset.

Many neurodivergent people struggle with ambiguity. Straightforward and direct passages are highly valued, and the lack thereof makes it difficult to figure out what people are actually telling them.

I also find that this might by why Yue overshares or "infodumps" anything she has knowledge of when it's needed. She wants to ensure that not only do others completely understand what she thinks, but also her thought process is entirely clear to her.

Speaking of which, it's also observed that Yue tends to speak out her thought processes throughout the story (e.g. speaking out her thoughts on Qi Xing's motives).

I think that her internal thoughts are a lot more disorganized, and talking about those thoughts out loud make it easier to pinpoint the main points she wants to make.

2. Isolation and Being "Different"

It's no secret that Yue is not very well-received by those around her, often being singled out for being different. But it inherently affects her social capabilities and how she approaches relationships.

Yue's classmates did not like her because she was a "traitor" and a "teacher's pet", so they often left her alone or made fun of her. Meanwhile, her colleagues also did not like her at first, thinking that she was just a spoiled rich kid.

There's also her own parents (particularly her father) who have set expectations for her as a guardian to Qiangliang. Yue often got reprimanded by her father because she struggled with understanding his teachings, and she found it hard to grasp his strictness over it.

Additionally, taken from my friend's insight, her family raised her in such an isolated environment that it kept her from learning how to communicate with others. It's common for traditional families to raise their children this way, but it's definitely made it more difficult for Yue to express her feelings directly.

All of this culminates to Yue having the impression that she'll never be liked or understood. It's led her to being incredibly closed off and hesitant to opening up about herself, making it hard to bridge her relationships with others. Her upbringing also led to her being accidentally coming off as indifferent or unempathetic, which does drive an emotional drift between herself and her peers.

Moreover, it becomes why Yue is surprised when Poitier protected her from Qi Xing's attack, and why her father did not react harshly to when she said she lost Qiangliang.

3. Special Interest and Escapism

Detective C07 defined most of Yue's life and values, and her love for this movie is integral to the story and her character arc. A lot of the values that Detective C07 (and Qi Xing) had, Yue found it in herself and she carried it for all her life.

It's one of the few things she tends to sacrifice things for, risking getting punished her parents to watch those movies when she's able to. The film Detective C07 had nestled a special place in her heart, and that influence brought her to who she is now as a Vigiles cadet.

However, this also contributes to some hinderances. She struggled to get past her love for the movie and it showed as a conflict in her story, especially when she had to harm Qi Xing to stop her.

In her mind, harming Qi Xing also meant harming Detective C07; and hurting Detective C07 also meant hurting the part where Yue saw herself in her.

Additionally, that sense of justice (or "right or wrong") can also be a hinderance to an extent—Yue has a tendency to project that onto others without taking their feelings to consideration. Not only does her family's teachings have a hand in that, but it's also influenced by her interest in Detective C07 too. It becomes very evident in how she views C07's ending and how she treated other kids in her childhood.

4. Liang Yue and Qiangliang's relationship

When Yue reflects on her relationship with Qiangliang, she often says that she never got to understand it and might never be able to because of its sacrifice.

She claims that she never liked Qiangliang as a child, but it shows that she really loved it and often treated it as a friend. She often tried teaching it how to play like other kids, and Qiangliang—as much as it did not understand—tried to play as well.

That desire to understand Qiangliang as an individual is what made Yue succeed in resummoning it. I think Qiangliang had become a companion to her, and they greatly respected each other.

Companionship is also very much valued by neurodivergent people, as it establishes a lot of trust and deep mutual understanding. Qiangliang became Yue's companion because she was alone, and it shows that she also felt entirely whole when she could sense its presence.

What Yue didn't observe is that they placed an equal amount of trust in each other, but it's more clear to her now that they'll be able to bridge those gaps together moving forward.

5. Final Thoughts, Clarifications

Now, I figured that Liang Yue's character also represents the cultural dissonance between the modern youth and their connections to their traditions, especially when trying to trace back to it in society. There's no way I'm undermining this aspect of her writing.

However, I find that her traditional upbringing does greatly impact her actions as she grows up. As my friend from earlier talked about it, placing those high expectations on a child who happened to be able to connect with the very deity her family protected definitely hindered her growth as a person. She was raised to rely on herself and yet also protect others; this kind of position, as much as it is common, makes it difficult for her to understand others and herself.

We see how it affects her now, and how she struggles to simultaneously cope with: the cultural rift she found herself in when she was deployed in America, and struggling to socially connect with those around her.

Overall, I want to just share this because I personally resonate with Liang Yue a lot. And it makes me happy to see it when people also resonate with characters like her, leading them to share their own personal experiences.

I've written a twitter version of this post if you want a more summarized way of reading it, but do know that it is a little outdated compared to what I said here.

I hope this post does bring enjoyment for you to read as much as I did writing it. I'd really love to hear your own thoughts or hcs about Liang Yue too. As always, thanks for reading.

#reverse 1999 #liang yue #character analysis #the babyy #i love her sm guys #i wanna protect her with my life ong

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iidilio · 2 months ago

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Day 21: “But shhh… it’s a secret.”

— You and Sylus have a secret relationship until… it's not so secret anymore.

[ 🌸 ] this was cute tho..

characters: Sylus

warnings: none

More? Here

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It wasn’t common to see Sylus smile. Not that kind of smile that gave someone chills, but a real one—soft, barely there… like he was holding a secret between his lips. Of course, you knew what it was.

Because you were the reason for that smile.

It didn’t matter how much you both denied it, how careful you were to shut his office door properly, to avoid lingering glances in the hallways or the way his fingers brushed yours almost imperceptibly during meetings… Something was off, at least to anyone paying attention. And Luke and Kieran were paying attention.

They admired you with shameless, youthful awe. They asked you questions, followed you like ducklings, told you things they wouldn’t say to anyone else. To them, you were something between a big sister and a mother figure. So when they noticed the boss treating you differently, it didn’t take long to connect the dots.

“Kieran… he never talks to anyone like that,” Luke murmured.

“And he calls her ‘kitten.’ Kitten, Luke. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?”

“That the boss actually has a heart.”

“Or that we’re witnessing the secret romance of the century.”

The twins were like restless shadows. Loyal, yes. Lethal, absolutely. But gossipers like no other. Especially when it came to their boss—that unreadable man who only ever gave anything away when you were around. Then, everything changed.

“Did you see he brought her coffee without her asking?” Kieran whispered, crouched behind a column.

“With two tablespoons of sugar… just how she likes it,” Luke nodded, a suspicious little grin behind his mask. “And did you catch how he looked at her when he said ‘good job’? That was way too soft for the boss…”

“What if they’re…?” Kieran asked, voice full of drama.

“Shhh… he’ll hear you.”

And of course, fate never missed an opportunity.

That afternoon, while you were finishing up a report sitting on the edge of Sylus’s desk, he approached from behind like he always did—with that silent gait that sometimes startled his own men… but one you could now recognize by the beat of your heart.

“You’re taking too long, kitten…” he murmured near your ear.

“Because you distracted me with those mischievous hands, boss,” you replied with a crooked smile, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah? That’s what you’re calling them now?” And with a smooth motion, his hand found your waist, turning you until you were caught between him and the desk. His lips found yours, first with pause, like he was making sure nothing would interrupt… and then, without restraint, with the weight of all the days you both pretended nothing was happening.

“Do you know how tempting you look like this… so focused?” he whispered, pulling back slightly from your lips.

“Am I that tempting?”

“And that much mine,” he murmured just before kissing you again—deep, slow, like time itself froze between your mouths.

He kissed you like the world was ending. Like you were the only thing that mattered.

SLAM.

A soft creak, barely audible. Like someone had tripped over something outside.

Sylus pulled away for a second, eyes narrowing, suddenly alert in that dangerous way.

“Luke? Kieran?” he called, voice low and lethal—the kind that made anyone tremble.

A pair of muffled giggles came from behind the door, followed by clumsy footsteps scrambling away. The boss of Onychinus clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed. But you were trying very hard not to laugh.

“Well, that was subtle,” you commented with an amused smile, adjusting your clothes. “So what now, boss? Wipe their memories? Or send them a thank-you note for making things official?”

Sylus gave you that look—a mix of irritation and barely contained affection.

“You spoil them too much, kitten. That’s why they think they can snoop around.”

“Me? I just bring them cookies.”

He moved closer again, slowly, his shadow falling over you as his hand brushed your waist, almost possessively.

“We said it was a secret.”

“I said: ‘shhh… it’s a secret,’” you reminded him teasingly, lifting a finger. “Which means we could kiss—as long as no one was watching.”

Sylus stared at you in silence, torn between laughing and kissing you again. In the end, he just let out a soft breath—half exasperated, half utterly smitten.

“Come here.��

And he kissed you again. Because the secret… wasn’t much of a secret anymore. And honestly, he cared less about hiding it with each passing day.

#iidiliowrites #sylus fic #sylus love and deepspace #sylus x mc #sylus x you #sylus love and deepspace smut #sylus qin x reader #sylus qin #sylus smut #sylus x reader #lnds sylus #lads sylus #l&ds sylus #sylus #love and deepspace sylus

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yearsbecomingcool · 3 months ago

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i wanna live in your laundry | jason hochberg

donate to gaza here | masterlist

pairing | pervy!jason hochberg x f!reader

synopsis | after catching jason in the act you decide to dish out some punishment

warnings | pervy!jason, creepy/pervy behavior, voyeurism, panty sniffing, non-con elements, f!dom, m!sub, insecure!jason, scent/musk kink, humiliation, degradation, mommy kink, punishment, spanking, edging, reader calls jason puppy, masturbation, handjobs, and praise.

word count | 6.4k

a/n | this is very out of character for jason but i still tried to keep the fic true to his personality in the film in other ways. i'm considering doing a fic like this for bobby too because he's his own kind of pathetic and i love it. this fic is not an endorsement of this kind of behavior. the title came from i wanna be your dog 2 by ajj and it's so jason coded to me.

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Jason Hochberg has never had it easy socially, he had it even worse when it came to romantic relationships. Years of being asked out as a joke and rejected before he could even open his mouth led him to despise the thought of a romantic relationship completely. He didn’t despise women, however, he knew not everyone was out to get him but he also thought he’d never have a chance with a single soul on the planet. He became quickly acquainted with his left hand and enjoyed it’s company often, fantasising of pornos he’d watched, the actresses face replaced with whichever crush he had at the moment. Last year it was Claire, he got close to a relationship with her but ultimately ended up staying friends instead. He enjoyed his friendship with Claire and quickly after the rejection permanently erased her face from his spank bank. This summer, his seventh summer at Camp Pineway, you became the object of his affection…and his fantasies. It was impossible to not fall for you the moment he saw you pull up in your beat up sedan.

You got out of your car, slinging your backpack onto your shoulder, a set of sunnies sat atop your head. You looked like a dream in your dark blue muscle tee and light wash cut off shorts. Jason was quick to run over to you, “You must be one of the new counselors! I’m Jason, camp leader, it’s great to see a new face.” He beamed at you with rosy cheeks and an outstretched hand.

You clipped your keys onto your belt loop and took Jason’s hand in yours with a firm shake as you gave him your name. “So, Jason, how many years have you worked here?” You ask as you open up your trunk.

“Let me help you with those, eh?” He offers, reaching for two of your suitcases. “I’m a six year veteran, if you have any questions I’m all yours,” he chuckles.

“Thanks, Jason, I really appreciate it,” you smile back at him. You grab your remaining bags and he shuts the trunk for you. “I’m in bunk seven, mind showing me to it?” The way you look at him makes him feel like he could melt, he’s completely smitten from just a few minutes with you.

“It would be my pleasure! This way m’lady,” he beams as he starts on the path to your bunk. He knows this camp like the back of his hand, taking a shorter route despite his urge to take the scenic route and steal a little more of your time. “Have you ever worked as a counselor before?”

You haul your duffle bags, your backpack slung over your shoulder. “I have not, I went to Pineway a couple years as a kid but went off to college after high school. I’m still in it but I needed a summer job and working with kids seemed a helluva lot better than another year getting berated as a waitress so…”

Jason chuckles, “Pineway is the best place in the world, it gets better every year if I do say so myself. I think you’ll have a good time here, it’s a lot more peaceful than you’d think even once the kids get here.” As the two of you approach your bunk Jason hops up the stairs, opening the door for you and propping it open. He bows to you playfully as you walk inside, you look back at him with a laugh.

“You’re definitely making it sound nice, if everyone else is as kind as you I think I’ll have a pretty good time.” You set your bags down on your bunk, Jason setting your suitcases at the foot of the bunk you’ve claimed.

He smiles shyly at you, his cheeks flushed. “Everyone is great, I think you’ll love ‘em. I could um give you a tour of the camp after orientation, John and Kathy are leaving me in charge of it this year.” He’s proud of how much he’s moved up since his first year as a counselor, getting a small bump up in his pay and the promise of more responsibility this year made him more eager to return despite his moms protests.

“I’d like that, it’s been too long since I’ve been here, I hardly remember where to find the mess hall,” you joke. You sit down on the vinyl mattress and look up at Jason. He leans on the bunk across from yours with a smile, his arms folded over his chest.

“I won’t let you get lost, I’ll even draw you a little map if you need it,” he offers.

You chuckle, “You don’t have to do all that, I’m sure I’ll get around just fine. The tour will definitely help me out though…y’know I think I remember seeing you at camp when we were kids. You’re like what, three years older than me? I remember you always looking out for everyone, making sure everyone was included. I should’ve known you’d become a counselor one day, it makes a lot of sense for you.”

He blushes as you bring up his days as a counselor, “You remembered me?” He asks almost in disbelief, he’s not used to being thought of often.

“Of course I did! You were always nice, it made the two summers I attended a lot better.”

His whole face is red by now, “It really warms my heart to know I made your summers better…I hope I make this summer just as good for you.”

You get up from the bed, stuffing your phone into your back pocket. “I bet you will, you’ve got this relentless kindness about you, it’s nice. You uh, you wanna introduce me to the other counselors? I’m interested to see who I’ll be working with.”

He heads for the door, holding it open for you. “Right this way, m’lady.” Despite the cringiness of the phrase you can’t help but smile, his dorkiness is a quality that’s starting to grow on you.

Orientation goes by quickly, you try to ignore the groans that fill the room when Jason takes up the phones. “Just remember the basic rules! No drinking, no drugs, no smoking, and most importantly no Games of Thrones spoilers!” The other counselors roll their eyes at his outdated reference, but in an attempt to not leave him feeling insecure you give him a pity chuckle. He meets your eyes and gives you a thankful smile, the rest of the counselors are already headed to their bunks to get changed to go swimming in the lake leaving the two of you alone in the mess hall.

“I think you owe me a tour, sir.” You move to stand next to him.

“You know what? I think I do, why don’t you come with me to put up the phones and we’ll head out?” He offers. Normally he’s not supposed to let anyone know where the phones are being held just so no one sneaks their devices but he’s already got a soft spot for you so he’ll bend the rules just a little.

“Sounds good to me!” You follow him out of the mess hall and out to the office where Jason locks the phones up in the safe. He smiles when you turn away as he puts in the combination, you didn’t even have to be asked.

He stands from where he was crouched down next to the safe, turning back to face you. “So…do you want the tour now or after the lake visit? I don’t want you to miss out on a fun time with the rest of them…” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

You cock your head to the side, hands moving to your hips as you take a minute to think. “How about you show me the way back to my cabin and we’ll both get changed into our swimsuits and throw some clothes on under. I’ll meet you back at the mess hall and we can go on that tour and end it at the lake, yeah?”

Jason smiles, “Sounds like a plan to me. Follow me!”

He holds the door for you once again, bowing to you playfully. He leads you back to your cabin, pointing out a few notable spots on the way over. “That picnic table over there by the bathrooms, that is where I had my first kiss,” he beams.

You look up at him, your sunnies pulled back down over your eyes. “You had your first kiss at summer camp? How old were you?”

“13. I don’t think I was that good…but I guess no one is at first,” he chuckles.

You smile, “I’m sure you’ve gotten better…”

Your little comment makes his heart race and his cheeks flush once again. “Haven’t had any complaints yet…” He says shyly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

When the two of you once again return to your cabin he’s quick to get ahead of you, opening your door once again. It’s a habit he started as a kid after his mom gave him a talk about proper manners, it’s one he has no intention of stopping anytime soon. You lean against the door frame as you smile down at him on the steps, “I’ll meet you back at the mess hall in ten so we can start that tour, yeah?”

He nods, “Yes ma’am. I’ll meet you there!” He heads off back towards the mess hall…at least until you turn back around and shut your door to change. His curiosity gets the best of him and he sneaks around the back of your cabin where he knows he can get a step up on a stump to take a peek into your window. It’s wrong, he knows it’s wrong, but he can’t stop himself. He watches as you bring your suitcase up onto the bed, unzipping it to look for your swimsuit. He watches as you look through the clothes, pulling out a red bikini. His cheeks heat up as he sees your hands go to the hem of your muscle tee, pulling it off to reveal a white lace bra underneath. You undo your shorts, shimmying them down to reveal a matching pair of panties. Jason knows this will be burned into his memory for awhile, he’ll make good use of it tonight when his hand is wrapped around his cock in the shower stall. As you reach back to undo your bra Jason ducks back down, hopping off the stump. He heads for his cabin to change and try to get his raging boner to chill out.

He shuts his door behind him and pulls the curtains shut, he shoves his shorts and tighty whities down quickly, spitting in his hand a few times before wrapping his hand around his cock. He throws himself down onto his bunk, his bed already made. He shuts his eyes and thinks of you undressing, the way your ass looked in your panties is driving him insane. He wants nothing more than to sink to his knees and worship you, but you’d never want him, at least that’s what he tells himself. He forces himself to be quick, letting out a strangled moan of your name before grabbing his tighty whities off the floor and using them to clean himself up. He stumbles over to his suitcase, his legs still feeling a bit weak as looks for his swimsuit. He slips on a blue pair and grabs some hand sanitizer from his suitcase, cleaning up his hands as best he can for now. He slips a pair of sandals on and heads back out to the mess hall to meet you. You’re already waiting for him, a smile on your face as you sit on the porch of the mess hall. You give him a wave as you see him walking up.

“I hope I didn’t have you waiting too long,” he waves, reaching down to offer you a hand up. You take his hand and let him help you up.

“I was only waiting a minute or so, don’t worry,” you smile.

“Well then, let’s get this started!” He says cheerfully, leading you to the showers. He leads you through the entire camp, giving you a run down of all the different buildings and throwing in a few personal stories here and there. Finally the two of you make it down to the lake where the rest of the counselors are already partying, completely ignoring Jason's speech earlier about no drinking, drugs, or smoking. You glance over at the cooler, eyeing the different drinks packed into it.

“You know…it wouldn’t hurt to have a drink or two y’know…let loose a little before the campers get here,” you say, nudging Jason with your shoulder. You look at him with pleading eyes, pouting your lips ever so slightly.

He looks down, “Oh, I-I don’t know, John and Kathy-”

“Aren’t here right now,” you cut him off.

“But they might be back soon, I don’t know how they’d feel if I got drunk,” he says softly.

“No one’s saying you need to get drunk, just share a drink with me? You won’t even feel it, it’ll just loosen you up a little. It’ll be fun, c’mon,” you plead. The way you’re looking at him makes it hard to say no, he watches as you bend down to grab a Mike’s Hard from the cooler. He can’t look away from how your shorts ride up as you bend over, the denim becomes tight against your skin and he can’t get enough of it. You stand back up and look over your shoulder with a smile, “These are good, you even try ‘em?”

He smiles shyly, “I’m not much of a drinker but I think so. Maybe at a party or something.”

“Then we’ll split this one and that’s all you gotta have today, hm?”

He blushes, “You drive a hard bargain…”

“But you’ll split it with me, won’t you?” You ask, starting to walk over to a set of beach chairs sat on the shore of the lake. Jason follows behind you, watching as you set the drink down between the chairs. You kick off your shoes and undo your shorts, his mind flashes back to you changing earlier in the cabin and he forces himself to look away. He sits down in the chair next to you as you undress, reaching down to open the drink, forcing his eyes onto the lake ahead of him.

He takes a quick sip, enjoying the fruity taste of the drink. “It’s not so bad.”

You sit down next to him, now dressed in just your swimsuit. “Told ya so. Give it here, I want a sip.”

He looks over at you as he hands it to you, watching as you take a swig from the bottle. You take on a little more than you meant to, he watches as it dribbles down your chin and onto your chest, it slips between your breasts and disappears into your top. He can’t peel his eyes away, that is until you clear your throat. He looks back up at you and your outstretched hand, you’re offering the bottle back to him. He takes it, taking a much bigger swig this time.

“You gonna come swimming with me? It’s hot out here, it’d be a shame to waste the chance to cool off like that.” Jason is unsure if you’re flirting or just being friendly, he decides on the safer option, of course you’re just being friendly.

“You go on in, I’ll uhh, I’ll finish this for us and join you later.”

You get up from your chair and smile down at him, pulling your sunnies back up to the top of your head. “Grab me another when you finish that one off, please. Strawberry if we’ve got it.”

“Will do,” he says, tipping an imaginary hat.

You giggle at his dorky gesture and head into the water. Jason’s eyes don’t leave your ass till it disappears under the water. It’s going to be a long summer.

Jason has spent the summer pining over you and perving on you. He’s ashamed of it but he can’t get enough of you, he knows you’ll never give him a chance. Why would you? There’s better options all over camp and he knows you’d never go for a loser like him. He’s started a routine, sneaking off into your cabin when you’re off at an activity with your campers or at a meal. It’s wrong, so wrong, and he knows it but he can’t bring himself to stop. At first he’d just snoop around, look at what you’d packed. He’d look through your panties and swimsuits, imagining you in the matching sets, imagining being the one to undress you. He wants to touch you more than anything, which is why he escalates to sniffing your pillow and your blanket. He’ll do whatever it takes to even get a whiff of you, burying his face into your pillow, palming himself through his shorts. He imagines you coming undone on his tongue, using your pillow to muffle your sweet sounds. Eventually that’s not enough. He can’t help but eye your laundry basket, a pair of your used panties sitting atop the pile of clothes practically calling out to him. He reaches towards the pair, frilly and light blue, his hand shaking slightly as he snatches the pair from the pile. He brings the crotch up to his nose, inhaling the scent. It sends a shiver down his spine and the blood rushing straight to his cock. They smell fresh, probably the pair you’d worn yesterday, soaked in your sweat and your juices. He fights the urge to lick the fabric, to suck at whatever's left of you on it. He’s pathetic and he knows it, nothing more than the gum on the bottom of your shoe. He likes it, he likes knowing he’s beneath you like this. In a sick sort of way it gets him off even more.

You’re off at the arts and crafts building with your campers, at least that’s where you’re supposed to be. Unbeknownst to Jason you’re currently walking back to your cabin to take a nap, Claire and Shannon offered to help look over your campers so you could rest. You haven’t been completely unaware of Jason's perving, you’ve noticed how he looks at you, even played along a couple times. You like to see him squirm, to see him adjust his pants to try and hide his growing erection. You honestly didn’t mind it, you thought he was pretty cute even when he’s telling his corny jokes and making outdated references that leave everyone else rolling their eyes. There was something appealing about his unrelenting positivity and his determination to be true to himself no matter how much the others made fun of him for it. You’d be lying if you said you’d never fantasized about him, he’d be the perfect submissive. He’d kiss the ground you walk on and you wouldn’t even have to ask. You were too nervous to make any real moves yet, you don’t want to mess up your first year as a counselor. While relationships between counselors aren’t explicitly against the rules, you know John and Kathy look down on it, so you’ve kept your flirting playful and your fantasies between yourself and your fingers.

Jason is sprawled out on your bed, his shorts and underwear shoved down to his ankles. He’s using one hand to hold your panties to his nose, giving into his urge to lick and suck at the crotch. He inhales your scent as his other hand is wrapped around his cock. He’s stuck on a certain fantasy, you bringing him back to your cabin after a long hike in the hot sun. You’re a sweaty mess and he’s the one in charge of cleaning you up. He imagines you shoving him to his knees, instructing him to remove your shorts. His hands would shake slightly as he undid your shorts, pulling them down your legs, he’d help you step out of them. The way he’d look up at you would be all it takes to get you wet. He imagines your fingers curling in his wavy blonde locks, pulling his face against your crotch. He’d inhale your scent and whine pathetically against your clothed cunt, the fabric soaked in sweat, molded against your cunt leaving nothing to the imagination. He’d suck your clit through the fabric, your fingers tightening around his hair, pulling him further in. You’d grind against his face, using him like a toy. He’s so wrapped up in his fantasy, eyes screwed shut as he lets out soft pleas, that he doesn’t even hear the door creak open.

“Holy shit!” You exclaim, dropping your backpack to the floor. You stand in the doorway in shock as Jason yelps. At first he grabs your blanket to cover himself but realizes that’s probably just going to make things worse, he quickly reaches down to pull his pants and underwear back up. You shut the door, pulling the shade down over the window and approaching Jason where he still lays on your bed. He’s still pathetically trying to cover himself, your panties still in his mouth. You grab his wrists, pulling them from his shorts and pinning them above his head. His eyes go wide as he looks up at you.

“You goddamn pervert! You have a lot of explaining to do, huh?” You climb onto the bed, straddling his waist and holding him down. You can feel his hard cock underneath you, you can see just how much he’s affected by the feeling of his cock against your clothed cunt. You grind your hips down against him and laugh as he moans against your panties. You reach down with one hand to pluck the pair from his mouth. “I guess you can’t do much explaining with these in your mouth, huh? You’ve got a chance now, so go ahead, lead counselor tell me exactly what the hell you were doing.”

All Jason can do is breathe heavily as he looks up at you. He’s speechless, he never thought he’d get caught. You grind your hips down on his again and he lets out a strangled moan.

“Start talking. I could always tie you up, pants still down and go get John and Kathy. You don’t want that, do you Jason?”

He shakes his head no, panic clear in his eyes.

“So start fucking talking.”

He gulps, “I-I’m so sorry…I just…god, there’s no excuse…” He babbles pathetically.

“How long have you been doing this? I bet you thought you were slick, huh? You thought I didn’t see how you looked at me? Honey, your eyes have been all over me since day one. Tell me the truth and maybe I’ll be nice, yeah?”

He turns his head to the side, but you grab his chin and pull his face back to look at you. “This is the first time I’ve done this…sniffing your panties at least…I, I uh I’ve come in here a few times before, looked through your panties, sniffed your pillow and your sheets…touched myself in your bed. It’s disgusting, I’m disgusting, I’m so sorry. It should’ve never gotten to this point I just-”

“Shut up. I need to decide what to do with you. This is pathetic y’know, you could’ve been straight up with me. I’ve been into you the whole summer you fucking dork.”

“What? You have?! Why didn’t you say anything?”

You giggle in his face, “Do you have any idea how fun it’s been to watch you squirm? I would’t’ve given that up for the world. You’re fun, Jason.”

“Maybe you’re the perverted one,” he shoots back.

“I’m not the one sniffing panties and jacking off. What else have you done huh? I know this can’t be all the pervy shit you’ve done,” you tease.

“On the first day…I-I watched you change into your swimsuit. I just watched you take off your shirt and your shorts, I looked away when you were about to get fully naked…”

“Holy shit…since the first day? Wow Jason, I think you need to be punished.”

His cheeks flush and he nods, “I-I think I do…”

You climb off of Jason, releasing his wrists. You take a moment to decide what to do as you watch him lying there, his hands kept where you left them. He’s obedient just like you knew he’d be. You glance down at his leaking cock with a smirk. “Bet you need release hm, pretty boy? Poor cock is just aching, tell me just how much self control it’s taking to not trail your hand down to your cock. You need to wrap your hand around it and finish yourself off, hm?” You tease in a condescending tone. You kneel down next to the bed, your head level with his. He looks over at you, his cheeks flushed and his pupils dilated. “You don’t deserve that though, Jason. You could’ve been a good boy and asked politely for what you wanted. Instead you chose to be a pervy little freak, you’re lucky I’m so merciful. Thank me for my mercy.”

He gulps before opening his mouth to speak, “Thank you…Thank you for your mercy.”

You reach out to cup his cheek, “That’s the good boy I know. You’ll be good for mommy, won’t you? Say it.”

You smirk as he responds shyly, “I-I’ll be good for mommy…”

“Good boy, you learn quickly, hm? You still need to be punished though, I can’t just let you get away with this or leave you thinking it’s alright to do. I need you to take your punishment like a good boy, you can do that for me, can’t you Jason?” You run your fingers through his hair, stroking him like a dog.

“Yes ma’am,” he whimpers.

“Always so obedient Jason, I see why they made you camp leader,” you smirk. You smile down at him, once again admiring his poor leaky cock. “Roll over for me, puppy.” You chuckle, gently tapping his cheek.

He’s as obedient as ever, rolling over with a pathetic whine. You glance down at where his tighty whities and shorts sit on his thighs, not high up enough to cover him but in just the right spot to make movement a little difficult. You spot his name written on the waistband of his dorky underwear and let your impulses take over, you quickly reach down and curl your fingers around the thick waistband. Jason’s expecting you to pull them down but to his surprise, and embarrassment, you pull them up hard, giving him a humiliating wedgie that rivals some of the worst he got in high school. He lets out a strangled yelp, embarrassment filling his stomach as he feels the cotton fabric forced between his cheeks. He’s transported back to high school, cornered by his bullies, his dignity pulled out of his pants and shoved straight up his ass. You let go, the waistband pulled up to his mid-back now snapping against his waist. You grab his wrist when he reaches back to readjust and maintain at least some dignity, you hold his hand away from it as you take a second to admire your work. “Sorry puppy, with your name on the back of your waistband you were practically begging for it. I couldn’t help myself,” you giggle. You grab his waistband again, this time pulling his underwear and shorts down to his ankles, leaving his ass exposed.

“When’s the last time you got spanked?” You ask as you pull his belt from his shorts.

He props his chin up on a pillow, “Not since I was a kid…I’ve liked the idea of a woman doing it to me though…”

You chuckle, reaching forward to ruffle his hair. “Has a woman ever dominated you before Jason?”

He shakes his head, “Not until now. I’ve always wanted it…I’ve only been with one other person before…it was quick, not personal…”

“So I’m fulfilling your fantasies right now, Jason?” You smile.

“You are…I didn’t hate the wedgie all that much either, it’s humiliating, so humiliating…but I like you being mean. I like when you laugh at me,” he admits.

“You’re cute…but that won’t get you out of a punishment, pretty boy. Does ten strikes sound good to you, puppy?” You ask gently.

“Yes mommy,” he says, any ounce of shyness completely absent from his voice now.

“Such a good puppy,” you coo.

You fold the belt over itself, running the leather over his pale skin. A shiver runs down his spine and he grips your comforter. “Do you wanna count for me, puppy?”

He nods, “Yes ma’am.” You ruffle his hair, almost as a thank you for his obedience.

You pull your arm back before swinging it back down, striking his ass hard. He yelps, toes curling in pain and pleasure from the first strike. You let him take a second to compose himself before he lifts his head, “O-One,” he whines. He sounds so pathetic that you just wanna roll him back over and get him off right then and there.

“You okay, puppy? Do I need to be more gentle or was that alright?”

“I-It was okay, I’m okay. I can handle it, I just haven’t felt that in a long time…but this time I liked it. Please don’t stop, let me finish out my punishment for you,” he pleads. He might just be the best boy you’ve ever had.

“Just let me know if we need to stop or if I need to change it up, yeah? You took that first one so well for me, puppy.” You reach down to caress his cheek and Jason leans into your touch like a cat being pet, you fight the urge to pinch his cheek.

The next one you decide to do a bit softer, enjoying the whimper that falls from his lips after the belt comes down on him. He takes less time to recover from that one, a whimper, “Two!” coming from his lips soon after. You run your hand over his reddened flesh, the contrast of your cold hand and his warmed flesh causing him to jump up a bit, letting out a soft noise of shock.

He takes the rest of the strikes even better, toes still curling, whimpers still falling from his lips. Once you’re done you lean forward to peck his lips, when you go to pull away he raises his hand and grabs you chin, pulling you back in for a real kiss. It’s tender yet passionate, the yearning the two of you have felt over the course of the summer falling apart on your lips. When you pull away the two of you are smiling. You sit back on the floor, letting him take a few minutes to rest. “I’ve always loved your smile, y’know. It’s so unique, so cute, so…you,” you giggle.

“That’s what you noticed about me, my smile?” He chuckles.

“Mhm, it’s nice. It kind of represents you in a way if that makes sense.”

He smiles, “It does…I think we’re gonna have to do some emergency laundry. I’ve made a bit of a mess…” He says shyly.

You sit back up on your knees, “Are you good to roll back onto your back for me?”

He nods, rolling onto his back, hissing slightly at the pressure now on his ass. His cock is red and leaking, practically calling out to you to touch it and relieve his tension. He’s made a mess of his thighs and your comforter, but you’ll clean him up…eventually. You sit on the edge of the bed, turned towards him. “Can I touch you, pup?”

He nods with a whine, “Please…”

You spit into your palm a couple of times before wrapping your hand around his cock. He whimpers pathetically, hips bucking up into your hand. You can tell it won’t take much to get him there. You use your other hand to hold his hips down, smirking at him teasingly. “You’re so pretty, Jason.”

He blushes and turns his head to the side with a shy smile. “You’re pretty too…”

“Sweet boy, I’m gonna make you feel so good. Reward you for taking your punishment so well…” You smile down at him, beginning to stroke his cock.

He throws his head back with a whine, his eyes screwing shut with pleasure.

You giggle, “Don’t come too quick now, puppy. I just started.” You keep a slow, almost teasing pace as you stroke his cock. His whimpers and whines are more entertaining than anything you could even dream of finding in the rec room. You smirk as you watch him fall apart under your touch. You’ve done this a few times before, had a few pathetic subby boys but none as fun as Jason. He’s so sensitive, reacting to every touch and move as if it’s the first time he’s ever been touched. You can’t help but praise him, “You’re so pretty, Jason. You take everything so well, such a good boy, always a good boy.”

He writhes as you praise him, toes curling, hands gripping at the sheets as he tries to hold it together. You don’t even have to tell him to wait for your permission, it’s like he already knows. “You doing alright puppy? Does it feel good?” His moans and whimpers are a dead giveaway as to how it feels but you’d like to hear it from him too.

“Feels so good, mommy,” he whines, his face scrunched up in pleasure.

“How bad do you need to come, puppy?” You ask as you move your other hand to start fondling his balls.

As he feels your hand he gasps, biting down softly on his lower lip. “S-So bad mommy! Please, god I-I can hardly take it…” He begs pathetically. He’s squirming like a worm on a hook.

“Yeah? Do you deserve it?” You tease with a smirk, pulling out all the tricks to get him closer and closer to the edge.

“Y-Yes…I deserve it. I do. I took my punishment like a good boy, remember? You said it yourself! Please…need it so bad, mommy. I’ve been a good boy…” He begs, hips bucking wildly into your closed fist. He’s practically fucking your hand and you can’t say that you don’t enjoy the sight. No other man you’ve had has been this pathetic, this squirmy, this whiny. You’re eating it up.

“You deserve huh? Such a good boy…I guess I’ll let you have it, puppy, since you earned it and all.” You speed up your movements, tightening your hand ever so slightly and earning a gasp from his lips. It only takes a few more seconds of absolute bliss to send him over the edge. He moans your name pathetically, hips bucking as he comes all over your hand. He makes a mess of your palm, his thighs, and your comforter. You work him through it, watching as he slowly comes down. He pants like a dog in the heat, catching his breath slowly as his eyes flutter open to look at you.

“I think I might’ve passed out for a second,” he chuckles, stumbling a bit over his words.

“That good?” You laugh, moving to wipe your hand on your already ruined comforter.

He nods, a goofy grin on his face, “That good.”

You look at the mess he’s made, shaking your head and putting your hands on your hips. You look at him in mock disappointment, “Look at the mess you made, Puppy. You better clean it up for mommy.”

He sits up quickly, “I will, I swear!” He reaches for his discarded underwear to wipe himself clean.

You roll your eyes and laugh, scooping your discarded panties off the bed, “Use these, you were making a mess of ‘em anyway.”

He takes the pair from your hand with a shy smile, “Sorry again about that…”

“As creepy and perverted as it was…it was also really hot, so uh, just keep ‘em. When you get sick of ‘em why don’t you return them, clean this time, and I’ll swap you for a new pair, yeah?” You offer, watching as he wipes up his thighs.

His eyes light up, “Really? You’d let me do that?”

You nod, “Mhm, it’s hot knowing you’re getting off while sniffing them. It’s pathetic…but I like pathetic.”

“I’ve been called pathetic a lot over the years as an insult, y’know. But when you say it somehow it never feels mean. You say it like it’s a term of endearment.”

You lean against your bunk, “For me it is a term of endearment, at least with you. You’re not pathetic in the way other people have meant, not to me. I like you a lot, I’ve enjoyed our time together this summer.”

He looks up at you like a lovesick puppy, “I-I have to! I really like you…if breaking in here to sniff your used underwear didn’t make that obvious enough…”

“It might’ve made it ever so slightly obvious,” you chuckle. “You should probably get dressed and clean my comforter up for me…”

“Oh! Yeah, duh, sorry.” Jason goes to stand, hitting his head on the bunk above. You hiss as you cringe at the sight, his hand flying to his head as he sits back down. “Might’ve gotten a little too excited…”

You nod and laugh, “Yeah, you might’ve.”

He carefully stands and redresses, you grab your panties from off the comforter and stuff them into his pocket. “Don’t wear ‘em out, I actually really like that pair.”

He blushes and looks down at the floor, “I’ll do my best.” He gathers your comforter from off your bed, balling it up to hide the cumstain on the dark fabric. He heads for the door before stopping in his tracks and turning back around to face you. “Wait! You never got to come.”

“You can repay me another time, I can handle myself for now, puppy. You might wanna change and maybe shower before you go back out to help with activities, yeah?”

He nods, “You’re probably right…”

You walk over to him, wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It’s short and sweet but enjoyable nonetheless. “Be good for me, and uh make sure you bring that back later.”

“Yes ma’am. I’m camp leader for a reason, you can count on me!” He beams before heading out the door, completely oblivious to the fact that your panties are poking slightly out of his pocket. Your hand goes up to your face, stifling a laugh as you watch him walk off. You’ll let him figure that one out on his own.

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bones4thecats · 11 months ago

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If you're still accepting requests, can I make one for Leona, Jade, Jamil, and Vil (Picked them for their Signature Spell. Feel free to pick someone else if you have someone in mind) reacting to a Male Reader who, given to be from another world, is immune to any and all magical spells inflicted onto them.

Simply put, any magic spells, such as being blasted by a fireball, will not affect him, as well as their Signature Spells. However, he still could be hit by any debris the spell caused.

Another downside, any and all magic includes any beneficial magic, such as any spells that heals wounds, forcing him to recover the hard way.

Hope this is good, thank you!

Their M! S/O w/ an Immunity to Spells

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, and Vil Schoenheit Requester: @beawesome04 A/N: These are shorter than intended, but I do hope they're good! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of near-death experiences, unknowing-attempted murder (Leona's Part), unknowing-implied attempted-slavery (Jamil's Part), and accidental-attempted cursing (Vil's Part) ⚠️

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╚═════ Leona Kingscholar ════════════════════════╝

🦁 Early on in your relationship, Leona had overblotted, which resulted in multiple people coming close to being affected by his unique spell

🦁 As the magic spread throughout his mind, he began to act more erratic and animalistic, which allowed you an opening to tackle him down and try getting him to snap out of his rage-driven state

"Y/N!" Yuu screamed.

"King's Roar!" Leona yelled, gripping your arm tightly as everyone around looked in fear.

🦁 You smirked and lifted your opposite arm, and everyone saw you were holding your wand. And as you angled it to knock Leona out, his pupils began to widen, changing from his blot-form to his normal one. The one where he loved you and cared for you... not the one who would try harming, nonetheless killing you

"Y/N..." You heard him mumble.

"Night, Leona."

🦁 All of a sudden, the Housewarden fell to the ground unconscious. Which made everyone around look at you in shock -how did you survive his unique spell?! Whenever it was cast, whatever he touches would turn to sand. So why weren't you sand?!

🦁 Dodging the topic of your immunity limits and how it worked as Yuu, Grim, and the other first years looked at you with both shock and curiosity, you spoke aloud to all hearing you

"His blot should wear off here in a couple minutes. But be prepared for him to be slightly more aggressive than normal, okay?"

"How in the name of the Great Seven?!"

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╚═════ Jade Leech ════════════════════════════╝

🍄 You were planning a surprise party for Jade and Floyd that week, as their birthday(s?) was(were?) approaching. So, while you normally stayed completely calm, you couldn't help but be more peppy and happy the past few days

🍄 Jade was curious on why you were more giddy, so, in his normal fashion, he had approached you with a plan of his own in his mind

🍄 He knew you were immune to magic and couldn't change what affected you and not, but maybe you would react differently to his magic? Perhaps with the time you've spent in this world, your magic evolved?

"Y/N, may I speak with you in private?" Your boyfriend asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! I'll catch up with you in a little bit." You told Azul over the phone, as he was in on the whole birthday-plan.

🍄 Jade walked with you into his room, closing the door, but not locking it behind him. And as he walked up to you and had you look into his eyes, you knew what he was going to do

"Shock the Heart."

🍄 You made your face look slightly dazed as he smirked and cooed you, patting your head as he began to ask you the predicted question

"What are you hiding from me?"

🍄 Deciding to tease him a bit, you kept your act up and answered in a slightly-drawling tone

"Azul and I wanted to give you a raise for your birthday."

"Oh~ How interesting! I must admit that is quite sweet, my love."

🍄 Reaching up and pulling his hat off your head before running off with it being on your own, you laughed and yelled back at him

"Sorry for the lie, Jadey! Just had to cure my boredom! You will never find it out until later!"

🍄 You poor, naive magic-user... Jade always gets what he wants. He did get you after all~

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╚═════ Jamil Viper ════════════════════════════╝

🐍 As you calmly spoke to Kalim a ways away, you noticed a couple students anxiously walking away from the kitchen, more speed being taken into account until they slowed as they got further away

🐍 Your eyebrows furrowed sadly as you realized why they were doing that. Jamil had overblotted a couple weeks ago and nobody wanted to be around him except Kalim, Yuu, and obviously his lover, you

🐍 Looking at Kalim, you excused yourself before walking inside the kitchen to check on Jamil

🐍 You noticed how empty the kitchen was, so you followed the closest footsteps you could hear, which eventually led you to your boyfriend's dorm room

🐍 Holding your hand up and knocking, you heard Jamil tell you to leave, to which you scoffed and opened the door with your spare key before closing it behind you carefully

"Alright, Jamil. I understand why the others are avoiding you, but why are you avoiding me so much?"

🐍 Burrowing his face deeper into his pillow, you sighed, walking up and sitting beside him and reaching up to pull his hood down and massage his scalp like you would after a long day was finally over and you decided to stay over

"I tried using you without your consent... I should be asking you why you aren't avoiding me..." He grumbled, making your eyes widened slightly before going back to normal as you giggled. "Why are you laughing?"

"Jamil. When we first got together, I swore that I wouldn't judge you for any kind of mistake, no matter the size. You promised the same thing. I know if I did what you did, you wouldn't hold it against me or fear me, so why would I do anything else than the same?"

🐍 Looking into your eyes before tearing up, Jamil sat up and hugged you, his face burrowing into your stomach as you smiled gently and reached for your phone to tell Kalim that you and Jamil were going to take the rest of the night off due to 'personal issues'

"I'll always be there for you, Jamil. No matter what."

"Thank you, Y/N."

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╚═════ Vil Schoenheit ══════════════════════════╝

👑 You knew how Vil's unique spell worked because Rook wouldn't stop talking about one of the first times he had ever needed to use it during class

👑 He asked if you were immune to everyone's spells, to which you shrugged. You hadn't had anyone just walk up to you and try blasting you into space yet, and you didn't plan on it happening yet either

"Understandable." Rook said, looking around before gasping dramatically, wishing you goodbye, and running into the nearby wooden-area surrounding Pomefiore.

"He's an oddball..." You thought.

👑 Walking through the halls and into Vil's room, you popped your spine and sat down on his bed, making sure you wouldn't do anything wrong to the sheets or flooring. Your boyfriend may love you, but he still loves the cleanliness of his room

👑 When he finally arrived, you began to tell Vil about everything that happened that day. From Riddle overblotting back in Heartslabyul and you befriending the magic-less human from another world, much like you, you told him everything in so much detail

👑 Vil began to get annoyed as you spoke, it wasn't that he hated you speaking. Not at all. He just needed a couple minutes to silence to calm down his pounding migraine

"And then a member of his own dorm began egging him, which sent him into a typical frenzy-"

"Fairest One Of All."

👑 As Vil touched your forehead, you looked at his hand, wondering why he was telling you to fall asleep until he kissed your forehead, and when he opened his eyes and saw your confused face, he looked at his hand in shock

"Oh Great Seven... I did not just try using my magic against you... did I?" He asked himself.

"I guess. Eh, it ain't that bad. I guess I can answer Rook's question now though. Unique spells don't work on me either. Sweet."

"Y/N take this seriously!" He said.

"I am! Maybe I could make good money on this..."

"Y/N!"

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princesajellyfish · 1 year ago

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Taste me

Rating: Mature (18+ No Minors allowed)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Characters: Laios Touden Content: Smut, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Semi-Public Sex Word count: 3805 Reader has a pussy and and wears a skirt. Everything else is up to interpretation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Laios, you're so special to me.”

Currently you lay on the hard and rocky floor of the dungeon. Pebbles and sharp edges poked your soft flesh and the back of your head started to ache from being pushed against its hard surface. But how could you possibly pay attention to that when you have the world's most handsome explorer in between your thighs. If you would've known that this is how confessing would've turned out you would've done so much much sooner.

Laios and you had shared mutual attraction for each other for sometime now. You, of course, noticed it much earlier than Laios ever could've. He was such a cutie, even though he was doing his best to hide his affections towards you it was impossible for you not to notice his longing gazes at night by the fire, or the extra portions of food that he would put aside for you. You would have been a fool not to notice any sooner.

Knowing Laios for as long as you have you knew that approaching the subject subtly was not going to work out with Laios. When it came to romance, it was not going to cut it. The love of your life was caring, sweet, and knowledgeable on all things monsters and dungeons, but he was not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to social cues. You didn't mind of course, that was one of the things you found the most endearing about him. No matter how wary he was of other people and their intentions he always did his best to stay as genuine and sincere to himself as he could. The way he was so brave and willing to be unapologetically himself made you look up to him and admire his strong will. But gosh was he dense.

Swallowing your own nerves you knew that if you wanted this relationship to advance anywhere you were going to have to to set things in motion. Not wasting any time one evening after eating a dish that consisted of harpy eggs and vegetables from senshis garden you volunteered to accompany Laios on a quest to find some extra fire material.

Walking alone in the dungeon halls was not the most romantic ambiance or the place where you imagined you would have your love confession in - but this was Laios you had fallen for, confessing here was probably his equivalent of a grandiose cherry blossom confession.

He had been rambling about his dream monster, something he had only spoken to you about, apart from his sister Falin, before you interrupted him. “I'm so sorry Laios, you know I love your monster talk…but there is something important I have to talk to you about.” you wrung your hands into the fabric of your long skirt, twisting and pulling to find confidence in between its threads.

Sensing your nerves Laiois placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and nudged you to turn your body slightly towards him. His gorgeous puppy dog amber eyes peered into yours and scanned your face over, you guessed he was checking you out to see if you had any injuries bothering you. In return you averted his own gaze and stared down at your fidgeting hands. Finally he spoke up to break the silence, “Hey? Everything alright? Did the food not settle well with you?”

Oh silly Laios, always thinking about food, If you weren't so nervous right now you would've laughed at his question. Shaking your head you found the courage to lift your eyes back to his.

You knew that Laios at least held some sort of affection towards you. You were still unsure if it ran as deep and as passionate as your feelings for him but you knew there was something there. You also knew that even if Laios wanted nothing to do with you in that way he would never belittle you for it. He was gentle and kind, a little too much sometimes, but he always treated others with respect. He had never done anything to hurt you purposefully. So you weren't quite sure why you felt so shaken by your attempt to confess. You supposed, that is just what love feels like.

You really hoped it would get a little less scary in the future.

“Laios, I think I love you.”

There, you said it. As blunt and straight to the point as you could, You made sure to leave nothing up to interpretation for Laios. You wanted him to fully understand the gravity of your feelings for him. Feeling anxiety crawl up your throat you quickly added “And it's okay if you don't feel the same way. Or if that's too much too soon. I just wanted you to know.”

The more you spoke the more you felt your voice die in your throat, each word sounding quieter than the last. Laios had still not said a word, but he stared at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw. In this moment you felt like you could puke from your nerves and yet you still thought the man in front you couldn't possibly look any cuter,

Suddenly you heard him take in the biggest breath of air he could muster, alerting you that this man had stopped breathing since you confessed to him, and then exhaled with the most hearty laugh you've ever heard come from him. His cheeks bloomed in hues of reds and pinks, unstoppable rivers of blood that reached the tip of his fingers and pooled to his neck. His eyes blinked rapidly as if he was trying to make sure he wasn't in a dream. “Please,” he hiccuped, “Do you mean it?”

You stared at his face before lowering your gaze to his lips. They were slightly parted and you could get a glimpse of his cute pink tongue. He must've noticed your stares because he let his tongue quickly swipe over his lips to wet them. Gazing back up to his eyes your hand finally let go of its death grip on your skirt and instead gently nestled into the side of his face. “I wouldn't even dream about joking about this Laois.” His eyes suddenly felt too intense for you so you closed your eyes and took another deep breath, “I love you and I can't contain it anymore. From the moment I met you I fell so deeply for you. You're so perfect. So kind.” You rubbed gentle circles on his cheeks, “‘You drive me crazy.”

Every word you spoke felt like a punch to the chest for Laios. In the best way possible. He never knew that hearing you sing such praises about him would affect him so viscerally. To his embarrassment he began to feel his pants become uncomfortably tight. “Not right now,” he thought. He didn't want to ruin your confession with his pervy thoughts.

He brought his hand up to your wrist and held it in his grasp. You observed how his eyebrows crinkled in frustration as he shut his eyes tightly. His breathing seems labored and small beads of sweat began to form on his hairline. If it wasn't for his grasp on your wrist you would have fallen backward from the overwhelming amount of desire you felt for him. Gods…you wanted him so bad.

Taking advantage of his closed eyes you let your own travel. You started off by staring at his lips still moist from his tongue, but your sinful desires seemed to take full control of your actions as you let your eyes wander further down his body. His armor in the way of you admiring his chest annoyed you for a second before you got a glimpse of something better. So this is why he was in deep concentration.

Laios was suddenly shook from his stupor when the sound of your airy laugh reached his ears. Slowly peeking his eyes open he was welcomed by the sight of your beautiful face. Eyes clouded with something he couldn't describe stared directly at his current source of frustration. Gasping he pushed himself back and dropped your wrist as if it had burned him.

He opened his mouth once, twice, three times to attempt and get some words out but for the life of him he couldn't form a single coherent sentence. A thousand things ran through his head and now it was turn to fidget with his hands. Pulling and picking his fingers he turned his body to face the wall behind him. He knew his silence could be taken wrongly and the last thing he wanted was to mess up his chances with the most beautiful woman he’s ever met.

Thankfully, you knew the man you had fallen for better than you knew yourself. So you allowed him to have his moment alone. After all, you were more than pleased with his reaction to your confession.

Finally he turned his head to the side, body still facing the wall, and began to speak up. “I'm sorry, I promise I'm not a perv. I don't know why I'm reacting like this,” He took in another deep breath, “You deserve a more romantic response.”

Giggling you made your way towards him and wrapped your arms around his armored torso, resting your head against his back you let out a content sigh. At this sudden feeling of warmth Laois tensed up before he quickly relaxed in your arms. “You're perfect Laios.”

Fuck.

He was so fucking hard. Did you even know how much power you had over him? How all you had to do was ask him to give you the world and he would do it. You could ask for the moon and the stars and he would spend his entire life figuring out how to do it. He loved you. Oh he loved you so much. Gods, the minute he laid eyes on you for the first time, you introduced him to a thousand new emotions he had no idea what to do with for the first time in his life. He knew what attraction was, and he understood what it meant. But love? This type of love? He wanted to learn everything about it solely with you.

Gaining confidence he flipped his body to face you, careful with your arms as he held them against himself. You could've melted in his arms right then and there, he looked at you with such adoration and love you almost felt bad about how much it excited you…almost. Testing the waters you pushed your body against his, feeling his boner poking your body.

“Hmph- wait (y/n),” his face becoming impossibly more red than before. He laid his head on top of yours and breathed in your scent. There was no way he was going to be able to control himself for much longer if you kept testing him like this.

Feeling bold, and a little impatient, you positioned your arms to wrap around his neck and brought your lips to his ear to whisper “It’s okay baby, I feel the same way too.”

You gently grabbed his, very sweaty, hand and placed it on the hem of your skirt. “I want you Laios,” his fingers curled around the hem, “If you want me too then I'm all yours.”

That was all he needed to hear. Almost too fast your skirt was pooled around your ankles and the cold dungeon air kissed your bare legs. Still pressed against him you not only heard but felt the vibrations of his almost animalistic growl he released.

Gently separating from him you reached for the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off, discarding it on the floor. You wished there was a way to permanently tattoo the sight of Laios staring at you as if you were an angel sent from above into your eyelids. He made you feel so loved, so beautiful. One of the many reasons why you fell in love with him.

He quickly reached out for you once more and attacked your lips with his tongue, he wanted, no he needed, to taste you. Hot breaths melted into each other and moans danced together in the air. Your fingers wrapped around his ash blonde locks and slightly pulled whenever he would bite down on your lower lip with his teeth. As dreamy as this felt, there was still something bothering you. Tilting your head away from Laios you watched as he instinctively tried to follow your lips before you rested your palm against his. “I dont think it's really fair that I'm the only one half naked here.”

Gasping at your confession Laios began to fumble with his armor. Amused you watched as he clumsily pulled it off with a sense of urgency. Now Laios was not the type of person to hyperfixate on his body. He never really put in the time to debate whether he was handsome or not. His mind was always preoccupied with monsters, food, dungeons, and only recently you. But now that you were in front of him, waiting and watching, he felt the ugly sensation of insecurity make its way into his mind. Maybe you would take one look at his body and wish you were with someone more toned and ripped. He wasn't the skinniest guy, and for the first time ever he didn't like that.

You noticed he was hesitating with removing his shirt and it honestly broke your heart. So you approached him and placed your hands on either side of his cheeks, squishing the fat causing his face to contort into an adorable little pout. “We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with love,” you gave him a little peck on his pouty lips, ”But trust me when I say I love you. ALL of you. Including your body.”

Oh…you were not real. That's all Laios could think. How on earth was there such a perfect person? An actual Goddess walking amongst mere mortals like him. How did someone as perfect as you fall for someone as strange as him? He didn't notice it but his eyes started to sparkle with unshed tears. For so long he's been alienated from this type of affection. Something he didn't know was bothering him deep down inside until he finally got it from you.

He swore right then and there he would do anything to make you feel good. If you were a goddess then he was your most loyal worshiper. He finally removed his undershirt and stood before you bare chested. Before you had time to admire him he kneeled at your feet. “Laios? What are you doing?”

“(y/n)...” He lifted your right foot and placed gentle kisses on it, “I'm going to show you just how much I love you.”

Your words died in your throat as you watched him begin to trail his kisses from your foot to your ankle, and from your ankle to your leg. Every time his lips made contact with your skin your core pulsed with desire. His eyes never breaking contact with yours. Mentally imprinting your cute expressions and sounds into his mind forever. Finally he arrived at your inner thigh, its plushness making his dick twitch with excitement. If he wasn't so far gone he would've been a little embarrassed. But just a little.

He tried, he really did try, to control his impulses and not bite that delicious plush skin. But alas he was still a man, and you were so cute, so so cute. You jolted and gripped his hair when you felt his blunt teeth push down on your thigh, it hurt, but it felt so right. This continued on for a while before you started to lose your patience. You needed to be touched and he was taking too long, ignoring the most sensitive part of you. Bucking your hips you anchored his face to your core and held him there with your grip on his hair, not missing the moan he let out at your sudden dominance. “Then stop teasing and show me just how much you love me.”

His hands gripped your hips and he pressed his nose in between your folds, fuck you smelled so good. He was inexperienced with pussy but he was a professional eater, so he let his instincts take over. Pushing your underwear down he wasted no time connecting his tongue to your sensitive folds. He began by lapping up your delicious juices, immediately trying to guess what the flavor resembled. It was a bit tangy but somehow had a little bit of sweetness to it. He wondered if the food you had eaten today affected its taste, specifically the candy they had made with the dungeon spirits. This only made his cock impossibly more hard, already planning on tasting your delicious pussy every night after a good meal just to see how much it affected the way you tasted. Fuck was he in deep.

Wanting to get a better taste he searched for your hole and once he located it he wasted no time pushing his tongue inside, fucking you with it. You began to roll your hips on his face, trying to meet the pace of his tongue. Your freed one of your hands from its deathly grip on his hair and moved it towards your clit. As good as Laios was making you feel, you needed a little more stimulation. This of course was not missed by him.

Separating from your core with an obscene pop, he looked up at you, his mouth, chin, and even his nose glistening with your juices. “Please (y/n), teach me where to touch you.”

Oh you were much deeper than him. But how could you not be?

Pushing yourself off the wall you were previously leaning on for stability you decided to lay down. Spreading your legs you used your hands to spread your pussy for Laios to observe. “This right here is called the clit, this is the most sensitive area.” He nodded along with extreme enthusiasm. Typical Laios you thought.

“You can rub it, lick, or suck on it.” You then inserted two fingers into your wet hole. “You already know what this is, but if you finger me here while licking my pussy-” a small whine managed to escape your lips, “You'll make me cum in no time baby.”

This brings us to where this originally started. With you writhing and moaning against the harsh dungeon floor as Laios abused your swollen pussy in every which way. So lost into your pleasure you couldn't even tell what was his tongue and what was his fingers anymore. Meanwhile Laios was having the time of his life in between your legs. While he was pleasuring your cunt, savoring, sucking, lapping, and overall devouring you, his hips bucked into the floor, chasing his own release. He could cum just by eating you out.

You felt your legs begin to shake involuntarily, and you knew what this meant. “Laois! Im- Im-!”

He knew exactly what you were trying to say by the way your legs began to grip his head “Mmph, cum for me baby.”

He flattened his tongue on your clit and began bobbing his head side to side as fast as he could, occasionally stopping to suck on it with fervor. Meanwhile his fingers were pistoning your hole, curling inside to find your sweet spot. A sudden hot flash of pleasure completely took over your body and you couldn't contain yourself from gushing your orgasm all over his face. You swore you saw white as you let out your release.

Laios felt so good he could cry. Your taste, your moans, your pussy, your everything was too overwhelming. He wanted more and at the same time couldn't handle it. With one last buck to the floor he felt his own searing release take over his body. Cumming in his underwear the vibrations of his own moan electrifying your cunt.

After a few moments of you both catching your breaths and riding out your orgasms in bliss the reality of where you were hit you both like a ton of bricks.

Oops.

You prayed the rest of your party members were too distracted with their own chores to have heard the sinful indulgences you and Laios participated in. In the middle of the dungeon no less. Oh well, you were too content with the man who was currently laying on top of you to really care. Unfortunately you knew that they would eventually come looking for the two of you if you took too long to return. Patting his back you pushed your body off the ground with your forearm and placed a gentle kiss on his head.

Moving his head to look into your eyes he let out a gentle sigh. Clearly not ready to let go and head back just yet. He pressed a few kisses into your neck and hugged you tightly. He finally had you. Giggling you proceeded to sit up all the way and grabbed his face to attack him with kisses. Once you landed on his lips you noticed how you could taste yourself against him.

“GUYS! WHERE ARE YOU?!” That was definitely Marcille.

FUCK!

You both quickly scrambled to your feet and frantically searched for your discarded clothing, almost painfully pulling it on your bodies. Neither one of you had time to wipe down which caused you both to cringe a little. But that was better than being caught in such an intimate position by someone you both respected and cared about. Plus the embarrassment you would feel later would surely keep you up for nights on end.

You quickly turned to Laios and without thinking ran your hands through his hair in an attempt to make it look presentable. If you weren't so focused you wouldn't have missed the pure look of awe and admiration he held for you at that moment.

“There you are! We were beginning to get worried.” turning the corner, Marcille stood with a hand against her chest, letting out a deep sigh.

“Huh what happened to you guys! You look like you just ran a marathon or something! Did you encounter any monsters?!”

At the mention of monsters Laios quickly spoke up and formulated a very abstract lie about you and him getting chased by some creature. You honestly couldn't focus much on what he was saying, just being grateful that your man had all the knowledge in the world about monsters to create a believable story. Grabbing his hand you squeezed it. A wordless gesture that meant the world to the both of you.

Now you wondered, when you were going to be able to return the favor to him.

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AN: Hello!!! Thanks for reading this very self indulgent fic I wrote at my very adult job LOL. In case you couldn't tell this man has me in a chokehold. This is my very first time posting my writing and my first time writing a "x reader" fic. So I apologize if it feels a lil ooc at times.

I think I'd like to continue writing for Dungeon Meshi and possibly for other fandoms, so if you guys have any requests my inbox is always open. :3

#laios dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon laios #laios touden #laios x reader #laios touden x reader #laios touden x you #laios touden smut #laios touden my beloved #delicious in dungeon #dunegon meshi #x reader #smut

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pheedraws · 1 year ago

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Rogue Trader Character Building Questions

With the DLC approaching, I thought I would put together a list of 25 OC building questions to ask yourself or have others ask you! Mainly just background stuff, not much in the way of in-game choices, but I hope they can maybe inspire someone or help shift the ol' writer's block if applicable 🧭

BACKGROUND:

1. Where are they from? What is their homeworld like? Do they miss it? 2. What is their Origin? Who were they before they became a Rogue Trader? 3. Do they have a good relationship with their family? Who were they closest to growing up? 4. What does their name mean? Is it significant? 5. Describe a memory from childhood they think of fondly.

CHARACTER & CONVICTIONS:

6. What is their Conviction? How adherent are they to it? Does it change at all over the course of the game? 7. Was there a defining moment in their life that influenced their Conviction? 8. What was their Triumph? Do they take pride in it? 9. What was their Darkest Hour? How does it affect them today? 10. How do they feel about becoming a Rogue Trader? How easily do they take to being the head of the von Valancius dynasty?

RELATIONSHIPS:

11. Who amongst their retinue are they closest to? 12. Who amongst their retinue do they clash with the most? 13. Are they romantically involved with anyone? Do they wish to be? 14. Who was the most important person in their life prior to becoming a Rogue Trader? Is that person still in their life now? 15. How do they feel towards Theodora? Had they met before? Were they close?

SKILLS & EXPERTISE:

16. What is their Archetype? 17. What are their strengths in combat? What are their weaknesses? 18. How do they approach conflict? Do they tackle problems head-on, or is coercion favourable to them? 19. Which three skills are of the most value to them? 20. Do they have a talent or hobby that would surprise others?

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY:

21. Do they have any notable markings? Scars, birthmarks, tattoos, etc.? 22. Do they have any augmentations? Were these installed out of necessity, or as a cosmetic choice? 23. How do they hold themselves? Is the persona they show the world different to who they truly are? Who is privy to the ‘real’ them? 24. Do they place value in how their protectorate sees them? Does this sway their decisions at all? 25. Wildcard: Share a fun fact, random thought, or headcanon about them!

#me doing my best jonathan frakes impression putting this together at work #wh:40k #rogue trader #von valancius #rogue trader oc #resources: prompts #resources: writing

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whispersleo · 6 months ago

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MY TASTE IN MEN

This was supposed to be a warm-up meme sketch, but I started writing the comparisons seriously, so here’s the post...

Astarion and Illario

They become "villains"/bad guys as a response to trauma.

They use their beauty and body to deceive and objectify themselves to get what they believe they want.

They have suffered physical, verbal, and emotional abuse that would break anyone.

They don't want to see themselves as victims, nor show—they hate feeling—weakness. They want to be stronger and crave power at any cost.

They display superiority toward others when their entire lives they have been beneath or in someone's shadow.

They have become so accustomed to lying and manipulating that I doubt they even know their true selves.

They approach someone who welcomes them with open arms, all the while thinking about how to use that person.

They fall to pieces if you show them genuine affection and love, what it’s truly meant to be.

They would kill for you.

They are my wet rats; they have no body hair.

I think, after all, they do enjoy sex—it probably involves unconventional things.

What they want and what they need are VERY different things.

I can fix them.

They have a strange relationship with blood.

They would betray you if it meant saving their own lives.

Showing vulnerability is the last thing they want, and strangely, it's what would save both of them from becoming monsters.

I have a weakness for men who try to kill me. You're screaming for me to fix you babe.

This could end very badly or very well.

They are charming and it is easy to fall for their lies instead of seeing beyond that mask.

People see them as "dumb" when they are tremendously intelligent. They may not be textbook smart, but they know how to read people, ask the right questions at the right time, they wait for the opportunity and always analyze the situations they find themselves in. People call them "dumb" because it's easier to accept it instead of the complex idea that a character can be smart but a moron at the same time.

They won't be jerks to you, but they'll probably treat the waitress on the date poorly if she fucks up something.

They are the kind of person who is worth being romantically with, but to get there you have to take off their mask and that in itself is a great effort.

They definitely want to be someone's first choice, for once in their lives.

Deep down, all they want is adoration, love and respect.

I want to hold them and tell them that they deserve to be loved without any ties or conditions to that love.

Gale, Emmrich and Lucanis

They are sweet by nature, kind souls despite all the pain they've been through.

Showing kindness is what makes them strong.

Once they fall in love with you, they are lost.

They have enormous insecurities.

They feel the weight of the world on their shoulders all the time.

Great facial and body hair.

They have a strange relationship with death.

They have a huge heart that yearns to love.

I would feel very proud to introduce them as my partner. Like yes this good man loves me, isn't that amazing?

They have self-destructive tendencies.

It makes me blush to hear them laugh because it’s the most precious sound in the world.

I would feel safe with them around.

They would die for you.

Gale and Emmrich

They are professors, and I DEFINITELY don't feel an incredible attraction toward men who can teach me interesting and unknown subjects in depth (of course, that DOESN'T turn me on).

They are the smartest and kindest in this room.

They love to show and share their studies and knowledge with anyone willing to listen.

They are patient.

They know how to listen.

They offer their opinion when you clearly didn't ask for it.

Too many times they want to help or give advice without being asked.

They've had many partners, but they love you a lot, and that willingness to learn how to love again is one of their most beautiful qualities.

In some strange way, they know how to fight when I think they're meant to be treated with care and delicacy or they'll break (just kidding).

Oh, and by the way, both of them are mages—guess it's sexy that you can do a bunch of magical things...

They are nerds even when it comes to sex and I love that. Of course I don't know anything about anatomy, do you want to explain that to me, professor?

Astarion, Illario and Lucanis

They have killed more people than I should feel comfortable with.

"The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood." But they cradled me, yes?

They are trained assassins, and that raises some questions about my own morals.

Why do we kill?

What does it feel like to take a life?

What does it feel like to hold the weapon with which you snatch away the last moments of someone who was as human as you and me, who had desires, fears, aspirations, who didn’t want to die?

What kind of superiority do you think you have to do that and see your target as nothing more than a simple cockroach?

How can you sleep at night?

Do those thoughts torment you, or are your dreams sweet as if you hadn’t done anything wrong?

How do you decide that someone deserves to die, my love?

Would you kill me like you've killed so many if, in some way, you believe I deserve it?

Don’t you think the sins you see in others, in those you kill, are also your own?

I LOVE characters with complex morals, it's so sexy. Yes, baby, kill a few more, let's bathe in the blood of our enemies or anyone who opposes us, let's dance with their corpses, I love you.

I know they are flexible.

Astarion and Emmrich

A date in a cemetery? Sure! Wait, why am I excited to do it on a grave? Ugh, I hope this doesn’t awaken another weird fetish in me...

I can't stop thinking about blood and corpses in a way that's too pleasant.

Their sense of fashion is superior.

They always carry a brush with them, in case they get a little messy in the middle of a fight.

I think both of them can sew pretty well.

They have a strange desire to become some kind of superior being, and that could end very well or very badly.

There’s some strange necromancy here.

They love to read, and that's very cute.

Gale, Illario and Lucanis

Their long hair gives me years of life, I want to run my fingers through it, caress it, comb it, pull it, I love it.

Maybe I like their hair because it's like mine, but either way.

I love drawing them.

Thinking about them makes my brain jump in my skull.

I just want to take away all your pain.

They have been emotionally abused but they cannot recognize themselves as victims, because they feel love for their abuser and the abuser loves them in a horrible way, the way only a mother's love could twist you.

DEFINITELY MOMMY ISSUES.

(This becomes more complex thinking about the relationship between Mystra and Gale / Zara and Illario and Caterina but that needs a whole power point presentation).

Gale and Lucanis

Canonically, they are THE wife material.

They are soft and loving once you’re with them.

They know how to cook and do any domestic task you can think of.

The house/camp is always in perfect condition thanks to them.

They look at you like you are the most precious person in the world.

I want to get them pregnant.

They have the saddest, most puppy-like brown eyes that make you love them instantly.

Their face screams for kisses and affection.

I know that between your arms is the warmest place in the world and that I could fall asleep to the sound of your beautiful heart.

I would distract myself by running my hand through their beards and remove any white hairs I found (without them asking me to).

Lucanis wins points for speaking spanish but Gale also wins points because let's remember that he is a professor.

Astarion, Gale, Illario and Emmrich

Absolutely freaks in bed BUT they can be vanilla if you ask them pretty please.

Lucanis

This man is virgin and demisexual like me so I think I would feel extremely comfortable knowing that there is no pressure to do "it" and that he is a man who values company beyond pleasure, calming one of my biggest insecurities.

Not saying the others here can't value company is just... Yeah just sex isn't for me now. And that has ruined many of my relationships. So it gives me more peace of mind to think that my lover can also be a virgin like me and none of us have that expectation.

I'm not saying that the others here would pressure me to do it either. I don't think any of them would. But I know that they can see it as something important in the relationship and there's nothing wrong with that.

Mph-mph.

Gale

He is MY wife.

I have his name tattooed on my arm like branded cattle and I love it.

I have 500 hours on Baldurs and I always start a game again just to hear him breathe.

His relationship with his ex wouldn't create insecurities in me because I already have them so nothing new.

I fear that this man has taken my expectations to a place that cannot be reached by "real" men and I will die alone bUT happy to have met a fictional character written as beautifully as him.

I want to fall asleep while he reads me a book.

He has a cat that talks and has wings, I love her.

I love men who just can't shut the fuck up.

I'm sure his mom would like me and you have no idea how important that is to me HAHAHA my mother-in-laws (except one) always hated me so I would like to feel welcomed in a home for one damn time.

I love him.

I can always like other characters but none as incredible as you, Gale.

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