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stu-dyingstudent · 7 months ago

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Sakura Haruno fic recs: ANBU

AHHHH!!!! I love ANBU fics, especially when they involve Sakura. It was such a cool concept, which was unfortunately never fully expanded upon. However, our lack of knowledge regarding the shadow corps allows for some really cool fic ideas since authors can take creative liberty on the structure and workings of the division.

In my opinion, Sakura had the most potential out of team 7 to join ANBU (at least more than Naruto). It's all about being discreet and efficient and although she wasn't strong during og, she possessed abilities that would be valuable for this. Her clever mind, chakra control, and genjutsu potential would've made her a good fit. Naruto was too flamboyant and Sasuke was too reckless and cocky, but this is just my take. However, with her new skill set from her training with Tsunade, I don't think she would be able to go down that path anymore.

Also, try out my ANBU ROOT list (some overlap).

Started: 2024.08.06

Last Updated: 2024.08.29

note: feel free to check out my master list which has a bunch of Sakura Haruno fic recs (all organized)!

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Masks by mads999 || ao3 || kakasaku || E || canon divergent || complete

1. Sakura's Inner is far more diabolical than anyone ever expected 2. Crows prove to be cruel mentors 3. Sakura comes to learn exactly how much she hates Kakashi (as well as how alike they are, in the most terrible of ways)

Kakashi is a hateful turd and Sakura is spiteful! I hate this ship and I'm not a big fan of Kakashi here, but boy is this fic good. One of the best character developments I've read for Sakura and she certainly becomes of force to be reconned with. The ANBU lore in Masks is absolutely phenomenal and I love the whole system that is put into place as it adds for some drama (lol). Also, can we talk about how awesome crow summons are????

Five Kingdoms for the Dead - Evil Is A Relative Term || ffn || M || canon divergence || complete

After the Forest of Death, Sakura comes to realize that being weak is no longer an option. However, she finds that change is sometimes painful and that truth doesn't always come easy. Luckily, she'll have some help along the way.

It's been a while since I've read Five Kingdoms for the Dead, but I just remember it being absolutely great! I'll be honest, I found a lot of the mind stuff pretty confusing at times, but it was still enjoyable. Also, some great characters are utilized in this fic such as Neji, Sai, and Itachi. Makes me really wish that we saw more of Sakura and Neji working together in Naruto since I think they compliment each other quite well.

Trials of Change - Espoiretreves || ao3 || gen || time travel AU || complete

Haruno Sakura made a promise. Looking in the eyes of her Shisou and the reanimated Hokage, she took on the most important mission of her life. Go back in time and try to prevent the 4th Shinobi War. Now, Sakura is back to her 5-year-old body, with all the knowledge and haunting memories of the future. She vows to keep her precious people safe and stop certain events from happening, without altering the timeline too much. The trials her emotions and logic put her through have her questioning her very existence, but for the sake of peace, she has to push forward. No matter what.

Trials of Change is actually apart of a time travel series and I have to say that it is probably one of the best of the genre! Now, Sakura is not in ANBU here, but she works very closely with team Ro (Kakashi's ANBU team) and it's a huge part of the story, so I'm choosing to count it anyway. I really adore all of the worldbuilding and backstories going on here in addition to the fact that there are breaks. Yes, the story keeps moving, but there are other things going on, like playdates, and not just Sakura trying to save the world. Also, if you love Shisui then definitely check this out since he has a huge role and his and Sakura's friendship is just so precious.

bite me and see, said the fly to the spider - MirrorImage003 || ao3 || itasaku || T || non-massacre AU || ongoing

In which Sakura is not initially a part of Team 7. In which she wears her failures like armor and brandishes her fears like her most trusted weapons. In which I do what hundreds of other authors have done before me, and rewrite Sakura's story. Non-massacre AU. Canon Divergent. Slow-burn.

After Sakura's first team, consisting of the graduating class's "expendables," dies, she joins team 7 and faces backlash along her shinobi journey. Sakura doesn't join ANBU until the later chapters so fair warning that there isn't too much content in that regards (unless it updates). Nonetheless, Sakura views ANBU as vital to her career as it offers her the highest clearance she can get. Gaining her opportunities for information her civilian-born status didn't allow her privy to.

The Sixth Shadow - thinknicht || ao3 || kakasaku || M || canon divergent - eventual time travel AU || ongoing

No one seemed to find it odd when little Haruno Sakura threw herself smack dab in front of a Chidori and Rasengan. Not even Kakashi stopped to wonder.(He really should have.)

The story of how Sakura came to be the sixth hogake despite all of the challenges thrown her way. I especially love Sakura's drive in addition to the political aspects. However, be warned that Kakashi is an absolute HATER (in the beginning), but he gets better! The Sixth Shadow is extremely long and I only just recently got to Sakura's introduction to ANBU, so I can't say too much in that regard.

Daughter of Fire - justjstuff || ao3 || kakasaku || E || canon divergence || incomplete (maybe ongoing)

Sakura got up and didn’t bother brushing the dirt from her dress. She had a feeling she was about to get even dirtier.She looked at the memorial stone one last time, memorizing the characters without even realizing she was doing it. It would serve from that moment on as a reminder of her determination. She wouldn’t let Naruto and Sasuke join the names carved on that stone.That was her nindo.

Sakura's growth throughout Daughter of Fire is great and realistic all while pointing out aspects from the original series which were flawed and dare I say misogynistic. I struggled a bit in the beginning to justify her abilities, but overall the story is really well done and the ANBU aspects are quite intriguing.

cut the head off the snake - itsthechocopuff || ao3 || T || time travel AU || complete

when eighteen-year-old, post-war Sakura is thrown back into her tiny, pre-Academy body, she makes a decision. she'd had a childhood once already, and this time, she's more interested in Not Dying when the inevitable shit hits the proverbial fan. so she will work harder, care less, kill more, and smile when she's done.and hey, if she ends up reviving an extinct nature transformation to attract the most corrupt, power-hungry man from her timeline, all the better for her, right?

Such a unique take on a time travel AU and Cut the Head Off the Snake executes it perfectly. Sakura decides that her first order of business is to infiltrate ROOT and that's exactly what she does. Sai, Shin, and Shisui are all great characters and team Ro is present as well. Very good!

Flowers - Idunmy || ao3 || E || kakasaku || canon divergence || ongoing

Flowers only bloom just before they wilt When Sakura loses her fight against Ino in her Chuunin exams, she questions her ability to ever become a kunoichi, too weak to protect herself, let alone her village One wrongful promotion later and Sakura gets a second chance in the shape of a mysterious new teacher who against all odds is willing to put her faith in a young girl with potential and a willingness to fight. Or- a fix-it inspired fic where Sakura grows to be the powerhouse she was destined to become.

Flowers is a newer series (which has recent updates) and I love it! Critiques are made towards the medical ninja training, which I believe needed to be discussed and it's refreshing to see. In most ANBU fics I've read, Sakura is immediately put onto the strongest team, but here it's a bit different. She begins on a demolition squad, which not only suits her skill set quite well, but is a realistic approach to how she would be introduced to the corps. Anyway, it's one of my favorite reads at the moment and I really like where the story is going.

names. - waterpllar || ao3 || T || gen || canon divergence || complete

There are no names or faces in ANBU. Everything is designed to be strictly formal, efficient and professional. A recently orphaned Sakura, however, learns that some regulations aren't meant to be followed, and finds a place in Team Ro after being shunned from her former teammates. (fic prompt from anon on tumblr: orphaned sakura in anbu with yamato, genma, and team ro.)

AHHHH poor Sakura. After her parents' death Sakura seeks Tsunade's help out of desperation to become useful. Under recommendation, Sakura's new goal is to make it into ANBU.

Equinox - FM_White || ao3 || itasaku || M || anbu AU || complete

ItaSaku (Post Uchiha Massacre) AU: Climbing through the ranks of Konoha, Sakura finds herself with the invitation to join ANBU and a chance to learn from one of the most renowned and legendary ninja in the world. Despite her efforts to grow stronger however, she finds the world isn't as black and white as it looks and that some truths are easier to hide than others.

I don't remember Equinox very well, but I love most works by this author sooo. Anyway, Itachi stays in Konoha and instead it's Sasuke that goes rougue. Sakura, Naruto, and Shikamaru are newly joined ANBU members and all placed on a team with Itachi and things go from there.

stars in our eyes as we dream of the heavens (the gods walk among us, sweet child, do not forget) - snickiebear || ao3 || kakasaku || T || age-swap AU || oneshot complete

“Kakashi-sensei,” Naruto whispered, staring at his teacher, horror plain on his face. “You’re married?” Lazily, Kakashi looked down at his gloveless hand where his ring rested, “It would appear so.”

Sakura is born in the same generation as Kakashi and turns out as a badass ANBU married to him. This is super wholesome as it's a lot of the two of them bonding with Kakashi's genin team (Sai makes three) in an effort to help them out. It's a series so you can read more of the events taking place prior to the fic.

Anachronistic Drift - Elesrea || ffn || gen || T || time travel AU || incomplete

Her plan was flawless. Save Shisui. Save the world. Time-travel, Sakura-centric AU

Sakura spends years training to be sent back in time and save the world from Sasuke. She isn't in ANBU, but rather poses as one in order to keep an anonymous status on her doings both in and out of the village.

Sakura - lilac haze || ffn/ao3 || M || minasaku || time travel AU || complete

AU. Non-Canon. Time Travel. Please see inside for full warnings. Cross posted on Ao3. On his deathbed he was granted eternal peace and place to rest for all of time. Of course that was not appealing to him. Ever unpredictable to the end he had a counter offer. One that the Sage had to consider. In which Sakura's going to have a rough time. A really rough time.

Sakura is probably one of my all time favorite fics because the emotions are just spectacular. The story is pretty heavy on ANBU and ROOT aspects, which I always enjoy, but I wouldn't say it's a major focus. However, there is an emphasis on the unfair treatment towards kunoichi. Anyway, the characterizations and storytelling are beautifully done. Please share this author some love.

Check TWs before hand!!

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Hope y'all enjoy these recs, and please feel free to send me some if you have any!!!! I really appreciate when you do :)

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kimbapchan · 6 months ago

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Hi Kimi

I've been a fan of your art since the villain with days. I was sad when you announced that you'd decided to leave the series (more because I was invested in the plot of the AU itself, I'd long lost interest in bnha as a whole. XD)

But I moved on to other series and eventually ended up a fan of heaven official's blessing because my friend convinced me to watch the show. (Said friend convinced me to watch the founder of diabolism and I recently gave scumbag villain self-saving system a try)

So I was really happy when I saw you start posting art of it a few months later. (Your art is part of why I decided to give svsss a try. I needed context for some of the stuff you were saying XD)

Your art has come a long way since the villain waifu deku days but I still love it and can't wait to see what other future series we'll both end up enjoying (though I do hope you stick around with heaven official's blessing and svsss for a while longer)

Also you don't need to earn your right for your art to be in a community. Everyone's art is welcome in any community they find themselves a part of. It doesn't matter if it's art as bad as mine or art as amazing as yours, as long as you enjoy making it, it will always be a valuable part of the community.

Thankyou for your kind words it really means a lot to me! And it’s amazing that you and a handful of my readers from back in my bnha days are also now into danmei. It’s nice to see you guys here!

Thankyou guys for always reminding me what’s important. To have fun and self-indulge. Impostor syndrome, Self-doubt, and rejection can be painful but thankyou for helping me remember to do this for my love for drawing and storytelling 🥺 and these hot ancient chinese fantasy men.

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flightyalrighty · 7 months ago

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Hi! I was the anon who sent you that message about the movie (idk why I put anon last night I goofed fr!) but THANK YOU AAAA you're absolutely reading my mind.

Sonic has almost always been the victim of weird critics. I think it's totally fine for people to enjoy the filmverse for what it is (I know I'm def hyped for Shadow, simply because he looks great!), but we can 100% enjoy what the franchise puts out while also being critical where it needs to be. ESPECIALLY in a movie that is inspired by the game that introduced us to concepts of propaganda, "authority as cruelty", etc. as children. So many younger people now could have gotten a taste of that from the movies, but... they just didn't do it. Maybe the third movie can fix some of that cracked foundation, but what came before is just... ugh. (The thing in the Knuckles show is a meme in my friend group because what the actual hell LMFAO)

Also the "enjoy the boys and stop complaining about the girls" is diabolical. Have we forgotten how much the women in Shadow's life have influenced him? Of course Maria is in the movie, as she will inspire him forever. But Amy? Who reminded him of Maria's wish? Rouge? Who has seen Shadow at his worst and will continue to be at his side no matter what? Like maybe I've just overanalyzed Shadow too much, but it's always felt so endearing to me how moved he's been by the positive lady-influences in his life. This isn't even going into what Rouge and Amy bring to the table on their own, like... gosh. It's not SA2 without them, and again I KNOW the movies are their own thing, but... what's the point? Ugh. UGH.

I'm so sorry to fill your inbox with a ramble again, but seriously it's refreshing to see someone who just gets it. Just... thank you! ❤️Drink lots of water and take breaks ❤️

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Is there a line?

If Sonic's genre suddenly shifted into, like, The West Wing, all about the president (with a few minutes of Sonic) are people gonna say it's still a Sonic movie?

Anyway! I like what you've said here! I think there's a lot of muck with these movies and it only benefits us to actually point that stuff out! Ugh indeed!

Also I'm currently on my break to answer this! Not drinking water atm but I am drinking shasta tiki punch (zero sugar), and it's very nice :)

#artificialchaoscola #asks #scu negative

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katyawriteswhump · 27 days ago

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love and other catastrophes at the omega cafe 3.1/8

Thanks again for the lovely response to this fic... I am trying to get more ready as fast as I can without messing up 💚 This is posting in two parts today, to force me to stop tweaking the first half and get to a final proof on the rest!! ETA: Part 3.2 now up

Summary: Steve is a runaway Omega who gets a job at an Omega café, where he’s basically paid to curl up and purr in Alphas’ laps. It’s legal, and he earns a living, rents his own place. He’s getting along fine for a packless Omega. Then Alpha rockstar Eddie Munson turns up for an hour of ‘kitty’ petting, and shatters Steve’s fragile little world…

Rating: as flagged earlier, we're E now; No major warnings; Tags: omega steve, alpha eddie, a/b/o dynamics, fluff and angst, sexual content, self-touching, wet dreams 💚

Chapter 1 on tumblr (also index post) Chapter 2 on tumblr On AO3

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Steve passed the rest of the day in a kind of trance.

On the way home, he took a wrong turn on a walk from his bus stop he’d done a hundred times. By the time he got in, he was so flaked out there was no way he could eat.

Despite his usually tiptop levels of personal hygiene, it’d gotten to the stage where he barely wanted to wash. The idea of scrubbing away the teeniest hint of Eddie sickened him, and obviously, he wanted Eddie’s scent imprinted in his nest. Still, when Robin called and said she was coming over, he forced himself to shower. He scrubbed his skin red raw in places, without really knowing why.

When she arrived, she launched off about how she was totally over her crush on some girl, Nancy, who she’d met at book club. Finally, as he reheated two slices of home baked apple pie, she narrowed her eyes to inquisitorial slits.

“Steve, are you okay? You seem… feel…”

“Different?” Steve dumped two hot dishes on the breakfast bar. “Look, can you level with me? Do I smell different?”

“I mainly smell dessert.” She frowned, inhaling slowly: “I get peaches, that white-chocolatey yum that you insist is chamomile, all ruined by those diabolical chemicals they use at the café. Oh, and that papaya shower-gel on rollback at Walmart this week. Usual stuff. I’m a Beta, remember, I don’t pick that stuff up so well.”

“How about this?” He sat down beside her, and pulled her close, pretty much burying her nose in his hair.

“Mmmm, okay. Most of it is definitely you…. but, yeah, there’s something else there.”

Something so potent and claiming that it'd torpedoed its way through Steve’s overzealous attempts to wash.

He ’fessed up.

Not about who Eddie was, in case Robin knew more than he wanted to hear. He simply told her about the hot Alpha, who he really liked.

“Robin, he came back three days in a row. I’ve never been so aware of an Alpha’s scent, and his, erm,”—the proximity of his big dick— “his Alpha-ness. I think he likes me too.”

He picked up the cream carton, started pouring it over his untouched pie.

“Before you go tits-over-ass,” said Robin, “do you reckon this sex-on-legs Alpha prince is willing to court you properly?”

“I don’t know, I… doubt it, I… oh shit!” Robin shot out a hand to grab the cream from him, before it flooded over the rim of the bowl. Wow, he couldn’t concentrate on anything.

“Steve, this is the risk you take working there. All the blockers and dampeners in the world can’t stop Alphas predating Omegas.”

“Predating? Christ, Robin! I mean, if he wanted sex, predatory or otherwise, he’d go… somewhere else.”

It was true! If Eddie wanted sex, he’d hire a sex worker. He could sleep with a groupie. Christ, the lead singer of some super-cool rock band could have anybody he chose.

Customers came to ‘Kitties’ to… cuddle kitties.

Yeah, maybe that’s what he came for initially, Harrington. Now he’s seen something he wants and…

Steve couldn’t decide if the logical conclusion of that sentence set him gasping with terror or preening with excitement.

“That’s NOT what’s happening here,” he told Robin, kinda forcefully.

“Isn’t it? Unless he’s gonna court you, he’s messing with you—wanting to chat like you’re besties, dropping by every day? I know, to an extent, you’re paid to be messed with. But at least there’s rules in that place to keep you safe. Has he flouted them yet?”

“No. He’s been a perfect gentleman.”

There was the weird foot massage. Oh, and he fed me cake, but neither of those are strictly against the rules.

“Riiiiight,” she said, swallowing a mouthful of pie. “So how did he get his scent so deep beneath your skin?”

Beneath Steve’s skin. Yeah, that’s exactly where Eddie was, and he wanted him so much deeper.

He stared at his untouched dessert. “He hasn’t tried it on, honestly. Tomorrow, tho’, he has kind of booked me. For the whole evening. In a private room.”

“Oh my God, Dingus!” She dumped her spoon down with a clang that set Steve squeaking. “You absolutely cannot go into work tomorrow. At this rate, you’ll form such an attachment you’ll be off for weeks with rejection sickness.”

“But the suppressants—”

“—appear less than useless with this guy! Listen, the soup kitchen is recruiting, paid Omega posts, helping in the kitchen and stuff…”

She kept talking. He zoned out. Surely he couldn’t get rejection sickness that quick? Plus, her soup kitchen idea was lousy. She always promised she’d protect him, and make sure nobody checked up on his identity. Jesus Christ, though, if the shit hit the fan, she’d be in the spray-zone too.

And even she didn’t know the entire story...

Thinking about it send Steve into a spiral of panic, eyes glazing, which Robin read as:

“See? You’ve gone all spacey.” She reached across, swiped her hand across his admittedly clammy brow. “That Alpha is making you ill already.”

“Fine, you win.” He pushed away his cream-drenched pie. “Look, let’s agree that both our love lives are monumental lost causes. Can we change the topic already?”

They snuggled for a while and played ‘Animal Crossing: Pocket Camp,’ on her phone. In the end, to get her off his back, he swore he’d call in sick the next day.

He felt like a complete douche for the lies and evasions. What choice did he have? He needed to get rid of her, to get a good night’s rest. Though, in the event, he tossed and turned right through to the small hours.

When he did sink into a shallow slumber… Holy crap!

Eddie was fucking him, ’course he was. He’d gotten Steve bent over the lower part of the cake counter, and he’s ramming into him with that Alpha dick, sending crockery crashing and brownies scattering.

Shame Steve knew it was a dream. Despite his fretful clenching and writhing—and a serious ‘call-911-before-I-drown’ flood of slick—he couldn’t feel Eddie really stretching him, satisfying him as he craved.

He’d had dreams like this before. It was always some rando Alpha grabbing him, throwing him down face-first, taking him roughly. His stupefied brain never bothered to give them a face.

Tonight, though, he struggled as hard to conjure Eddie’s face in his dream as he strove to feel that dick truly splitting him. He wanted to be stuffed, yeah.

More even than that, he wanted to stare into the fathomless depths of those gorgeous brown eyes. Have that abyss surge up and subsume him. He wanted Eddie’s mouth to devour his, till Eddie’s flavor was all he could taste. And he needed those firm lips to nibble along the line of his jaw, skating down the tenderest parts of his throat, till those gleaming fangs pierced him.

He didn’t care about the blood and the pain. He craved it as much as anything, because he wanted… He needed…

Eddie.

Then it got even better. He dreamed he was curled in a cosy little nest, with Eddie blanketed around him. He wept because he knew Eddie was going to fuck him lovingly, slickly and sweetly… Oh, and stuff him so deep, knot him so thoroughly, that they’d have to snuggle here for hours. Days!

As Steve drifted towards wakefulness, that empty feeling grew excruciating as his heat-cramps had been. He finally awoke properly to the sound of rain hammering against his window.

The bedclothes he’d soaked with sweat and slick were drenched too.

He slid his hand between his legs, inhaling sharply at how sensitive it all felt. His slit was beyond juicy, and he smelled himself—his Omega sweetness—stronger than in forever.

He’d played with himself before, had even gotten toys around, although the blockers repressed some of his sexual appetite. The mere echoes of his dream about Eddie ignited a tingling glow in his cunt. He stroked a couple of times, then dragged his hand out, held glistening fingers in front of his nose.

He giggled and returned to fingering himself, thumb toying with the hard little nub of his cocklet. He was half-tempted to go find that dildo.

Then he stopped mid-stroke.

He didn’t think he could endure the ‘little death’ feeling he’d get from bringing himself to climax alone. He briefly considered getting Eddie’s image up on his cell… but no. If he scrolled in the wrong direction, it could be catastrophic.

The last thing he wanted was to know about the ‘real’ Eddie Munson.

What if Eddie’s ‘nice guy’ persona was an act? What if those generous tips—that’d gotten Steve up-to-date on rent for the first time ever—were intended as a sweetener? Would he expect Steve to roll over tonight then be all, “So long, see ya, Honey.”

His gut told him otherwise. Tho’, really, wtf did his airhead Omega instincts know? He should simply try and enjoy his little crush without holding out too much hope. Or getting fired and seeing the precious little life he’d carved for himself come crashing down around his ears.

He climbed out of bed and stripped the sticky sheets. Good job he had intended to do his laundry today anyhow.

When he got to the café later—he forked out for a Lyft, because the rain would’ve wrecked his hair—it was humming with customers settling in for ‘kitty-kitted-up’ night. It was their only late opening of the week, and the vibe was always jazzier than usual. Even the soundtrack shifted from that loop of plinky movie songs to 80s and 90s hits.

As Steve hurried through, Kate Bush was hitting high notes even Chrissy could never dream of. One of the other kitties—wearing a ginger catsuit—was idly batting a ball of wool around a customer’s ankles.

While the rules remained the same, the kitties generally acted out more playful and fun. Rumor had it that Carol had once put on moves resembling a lap-dance for a particularly smexy Alpha. Tommy had apparently sulked for a week. Steve, meanwhile, had been squeamish about the whole costume thing at first. Then he’d learned to enjoy the attention.

Now, he wanted nobody’s attention but Eddie’s.

He found Chrissy in the back corridor, wearing a strappy tiger-print minidress that barely covered her panties. She held a compact mirror and was drawing on a black cat nose with eyebrow pencil. On spotting Steve, she bounced on her bare toes, setting the little bell on her kitty-collar jingling.

“Steve! I’m so jealous! Eddie is soooooo hot! And he’s soooo into you!”

“Yeah, but I haven’t listened to any of his songs yet. What if he sings like a muppet?”

She wrinkled her nose incredulously, “Steve! As if!”

He returned her hug then left her to her make-up. He’d arrived early for two reasons. Firstly, at home he’d started chewing his fingernails for the first time since fourth grade. Then something else had struck.

The back of the café was a total dump.

Where the hell could you entertain a rockstar who doubtless lived in the lap of luxury?

Chapter 3.2 on tumblr Chapter 3 on AO3

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finickyfelix · 2 months ago

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Range of Emotions Tag Game:

Special thanks to @diabolical-blue for creating this tag game and for tagging me in it! Although I can't get links to embed properly for unknown reasons, I am going to try to hopefully link her post below because I really want people to check it out, plus it only seems polite to link her post since she created the tag game. Hopefully the link will work.

Rules: Choose one OC at a time, search any of your writing featuring that OC, and share passages where that character expresses each emotion in this list: joy - anger - sadness - anxiety - fear - disgust - embarrassment. Bonus points if the emotion is implied but not listed in the text by name. If there’s a reason the character does not ever express one of those emotions, feel free to share that reasoning instead.

I am going to do this for Tievis, since his usual expression is neutral and seemingly emotionless but he is extremely emotional and has never made a logic-based decision in his life, so writing his emotions is fun to me. Also I am going to use excerpts from Faded Daisy only and not Snakeskin, since I think it's more interesting if he's not the POV character.

Joy:

As soon as Dr. Tievis returned to his flat, he was smiling in a way that confused and scared you. He didn't seem to even notice that the door was unlocked. He set his case down shockingly haphazardly, then sat down on the floor before you and grabbed your hands in both of his, grinning up at you.

You were frozen in terror, staring blankly at his smiling face, as he pressed his lips to the backs of your cold hands. “You're a miracle,” he murmured against your skin, and you shivered.

Anger:

“You don't need to examine it all night. Comb your hair,” he said, voice rising. His carefully kept composure was cracking before your eyes, and over a comb? You knew it wasn't because of the comb. He kept himself too restrained to allow something so small to upset him. But now, after this morning, his patience with you was crumbling, and it hurt.

Sadness:

Then silence descended upon the two of you, his silence pensive and your silence confused. Then you think you realized what he was implying. “Was your family… Did they do bad things to you?”

He laughed. The sound was humorless and abrasive, and you hoped to never hear it again. “Yes, you could put it like that.”

You didn't press him. You didn't want to know the details, and you didn't think he wanted to tell them.

Anxiety:

You looked at him, and he looked at you, nearly feverishly, and you didn't ask any of the questions that clamored at your mind (Where did you go? Why were you gone for so long? Is there something wrong with your hand? Why are you looking at me like that?) Instead, you waited for him to have the first word, as he always had before.

“I need to get you out of here,” he said, and there was an edge to his voice that hadn't been there before.

Fear:

He stared at you, eyes wide. You grabbed me, his shocked expression said. You're not supposed to touch me.

Disgust:

Dr. Tievis spared one contemptful look behind him at the people who were now just hurrying to their own destinations, no longer looking at the two of you. “Humans in this blighted city think monsters should be dead so they take issue with the fact that I am not killing them and am taking them in.” His voice was harsh and sour on the word “humans,” as though he were spitting out something bitter.

Embarrassment:

“Please don't make me turn around,” he said suddenly once he was fully undressed, voice softer. “Don’t you get it yet?”

You didn't. You didn't get it. You couldn't understand most of what he was saying, just that he was showing pieces of his past that you weren't sure you wanted to see, and that he was clearly in pain over it. “What do you mean?” Your voice was as soft as his. This was not a time for raised voices.

He turned around, color high with shame, his body completely exposed to you, his face set in the resigned expression of someone ready to face his own execution.

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#alt title: seven times tievis's mask slipped for different reasons #you have no idea how intensely i have been overthinking posting this. tag games have been very stressful for me lately #because i'm convinced that i'm annoying everyone i tag #but i wanted to do this one specifically anyway. although i feel like i will regret posting it #range of emotions tag #my writing #wip: faded daisy #character: dr. tievis

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morriganofcrowsandwar · 4 months ago

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Aaaaaaah! Okay so I’m now on episode 144 of the Magnus Archives here are my thoughts:

1) Mkay Martin is just deliberately pushing people away now, which he has been doing for a while now but he snapped at Daisy and told her to leave him alone “for good” when they had literally had a pretty decent conversation last episode. Like come Oooonn Martin. And then of course Peter FUCKING Lukas appeared to congratulate him afterwards, that fucking ass. I genuinely hate this man so much I want him dead now. And Jonathan hasn’t made any more attempts to contact Martin because he trusts him and ugh I want to sob. Anyways Jon said “I NEED Martin to be okay” and it made me want to cry because it is in DIRECT parallel to when Martin said he needed Jon to be okay before they left to stop the Unknowing. They need to stop this insanity oh my god. Why do gay people always have to be dramatic? Anyways I hope Martin’s plan does work out but like joining the Lonely????? No baby no do not do that. He’s undecided as of now. Gosh Peter wanting him to be alone and stuff makes sense I’m just saying it’s an absolutely DIABOLICAL plot device. Absolutely genius mwah lovely but GOD it hurts.

2) Basira is both my favorite and kind of a dick right now. She’s very complex and I love her. Her relationship with Jon is so very important to both of their development and I eat it up. She keeps him more human but she’s losing some of her humanity too it’s really interesting. The situation has made her become more like Gertrude as she thought that was most productive but she isn’t exactly comfortable with the lack of empathy that Jon shows until he points out the fact that she wouldn’t show any empathy there either. She’s becoming someone else and doesn’t realize it til he points it out. It’s really interesting. Also Daisy is kinda my favorite too because she’s literally just hanging out trying not to go back to the hunt. Also Melanie is going to therapy and that’s good I mean I hope she’s okay in the end but right now I’m not interested in her movements as much as the others

Final notes) Not as silly this time apologies but oof it’s rough out here and I didn’t even mention Jonathan CONSUMING THE FUCKING DARK SUN??!! LIKE BITCH WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! AND THE EXTINCTION AND ALL THAT JUNK EUGH

This is insane I love it

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hiskillingjar · 5 months ago

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Woundfucking (Lawrence/OC)

something something, i am the wound that never heals, i am the turning knife, yonic metaphors, etc etc. day 3: woundfucking second person, law x transfem oc (this one). cw for gore and some internalised transmisogyny

“Motherfucker…”

You took in a pained hiss through your teeth as you stared down at the open wound on your thigh, analysing the layers of skin, fat and muscle, all covered in a garish sheen of blood, like something out of a horror movie.

The scalpel did an expertly clean cut, better than any rusty knife you might have had in your collection, and your body was well numbed from a cup of Lawrence's tea, so you couldn't feel the (surely) agonising pain you were both putting your body through in service of a morbid curiosity and a twisted sexual proclivity.

But even so, it looked diabolical.

"How do you feel?" Lawrence asked, their flat monotone strangely calm as they pulled the scalpel blade away from your skin and looked up towards you.

There was a cold and almost analytical look in their grey eyes, without a hint of remorse or sympathy present, though that was to be expected from them.

You had begged for this for weeks, knowing they’d get as much enjoyment from it as you, so why would they feel anything close to sympathy for you?

There might have been a little bit of excitement, too, though that could be your imagination.

"It's...weird not to feel it," You murmured, feeling something close to a shiver between your temples as they set the scalpel down on their desk and keened up on their knees, the bloody tarp crackling beneath them, inspecting the open wound closer. "Like, it looks like it should hurt, but it doesn't...almost like it's not a part of me or something."

Lawrence nodded, their eyes flitting back down to the wound.

"Well...you'd be surprised how good our mind is at disconnecting us from our body sometimes...especially in a situation like this."

They picked up their phone, turned on the torch with a slide of a bloody finger over cracked glass, and began looking deeper into the cut, their eyes flicking over the flesh and bone of the exposed muscle.

“Like, adrenaline, right?” They continued, thoughtfully staring into the cavern of flesh and sticking their free hand inside, calloused finger tips stroking each layer. “It’s even better with anaesthetic in your system too. You’re not bleeding nearly as much as you should be, in this situation…”

"Fucking gnarly," You said with something close to awe, shivering again (or as close as you could manage) when they reached forward and pressed a thumb against your thigh...well, your femur, if you remembered your bones properly. "Like one of those surgery videos."

Lawrence couldn't help but smile at that (eerie, empty, honest, the way they smiled around you and no one else), their gaze continuing to flit from spot to spot, studying it meticulously.

"Yeah...like one of those surgery videos." They said, before looking up at you. "Can you move your leg at all?"

"No," You said. "It feels like I can't move any part of me.” You attempted to shrug but couldn’t manage it, resulting in just an involuntary twitch of your neck. “I mean, neck up, I guess, cus I can talk and blink, and...you know, be alive."

"Yeah...that's the drugs doing their thing." They said with a little nod, looking back down at the wound as their thumb sank deeper, against the bone. "I used a natural anaesthetic, jasmine and quinine and…stuff,” Their voice trailed off for a moment. “So, you're still completely conscious, but you won't be able to move a muscle without my say-so."

"Hot," You said with a little grin (probably a little manic, despite the lack of pain). "Like I'm your weird, little experiment, huh, Law?"

Now that got an actual laugh out of Lawrence, wheezing, high and deep all at once, sounding a little like they were being choked.

You didn’t mind.

It was the laugh they hadn’t practised, after all, so it felt all the more authentic to you. Like they could truly be themself around you, without the practised smiles and laughs and gestures that made them appear normal.

“Y-you could say that," They said with another little chuckle.

"Hhh," You took in a breath, watching as their hand slid up the length of the wound and held your thigh tightly, big hands making the limb look small and delicate. "Is it weird that I like it?"

Lawrence paused for a moment and looked up at you, examining the expression on your face, probably trying to determine if your admission was just the drugs talking. Once they figured out that wasn’t the case, they laughed again, another eerie (gentle, dreamy, lovely) smile forming on their face.

"No...it’s not weird at all." They murmured. "Why do you like it?"

"It's like...yonic, right?" You laughed, nervously licking your lower lip as their fingers stroked over each layer of muscle, each fold, like they were stroking a cunt that you didn’t have. "Like...I don't have what we want, so you did the next best thing and carved one for me. It's, like, crazy intimate, if you think about it like that."

Lawrence nodded, their smile growing further into the shallow, rictus grin that you liked so much, and their long, bony fingers gently flexed and curled as they continued to examine the wound, caressing the cut with the most gentleness and care.

"Intimate…” They repeated in a hushed whisper. “Yeah, I guess it is, isn't it?"

"Feels like…” You added, as their fingers sank further into the wound, slicked with blood, like fluid, like semen. “M-Maybe you could fuck me like a girl like this."

They paused then and their eyes flicked up to yours, brows knitting together, the expression on their face hard to gauge.

"Really? You'd want that?" They asked, their empty, grey eyes boring into yours, unblinking, looking right through you.

You wondered what they could see..

"Mm," You nodded hesitantly, licking your lips again. They tasted like botanicals and rot, an aftermath of the tea that made you taste like they did. "Yeah. You should try, see if it feels good..."

"You're really too much," Lawrence mumbled, though the slightest amount of tone to their flat voice indicated a kind of fondness as they stood to their feet, plastic crackling beneath their toes. "You really want this, huh?"

"It’s your only chance of fucking a pussy with me," You said with a self-deprecating laugh, watching as they slid their jogging bottoms down their thighs and slowly worked their cock to full hardness, straddling your slack knee as their wrist jerked. “You should be jumping at the chance.”

"You don't know that," They said quietly, wrapping their free arm around your shoulders and leaning close, their cold lips pressed to your cheek. "I thought your insurance at the cafe could cover SRS...you could always ask, if you don’t know…"

"Mm, maybe…" You couldn't chase after another kiss, but you didn't mind that so much.

It felt good to play the slack doll, instead of admitting to what you wanted.

Just like it felt good to play the sarcastic trans girl who was above bottom surgery and enjoyed having a cock, instead of admitting that you wanted a pussy so badly that it made you want to scream.

"Maybe," They repeated, kissing down your face, their stubble soft on your skin. "I don’t need to jump towards anything, though…this is way more than enough.” They cleared their throat with a little sigh, gripping themselves tight. “You're…better than anyone else for doing this, you know..."

"You're sweet to me," You said with an unexpected smile, eyes flitting down to see that they had worked themself to full hardness. "It's a shame I can't feel it."

"Mm, yeah, it is…" They agreed, pressing the head of their cock against the open wound, a rush of blood coating the skin with each press. "It would...ah," They groaned as they eased it into the space against your femur, the wet slide of muscle rubbing against their cock. "It would be agony, though. You wouldn't enjoy it. It would be really distracting."

"You have a point," You said, keeping your eyes locked down. Another stream of blood ran down your skin and covered the tarp beneath the two of you, collecting pools of blood, ready to be collected and used. "Can you tell me how it feels then?"

"Mm...it feels amazing," They murmured, their head sinking down to your shoulder as they pressed closer, their heaving chest against yours. "It's not tight at all...and I can feel your body opening for me, like you're adapting for me to take..."

"Yeah?" You didn't know what the drugs were doing to your blood, but it meant your face didn't feel nearly as hot as it usually did when Lawrence treated you to this kind of dirty talk. "Wet and open, huh? Like a cunt should be?"

"I-I wouldn't know," They stammered, breathing hard against your collar bone (you could feel enough to feel the cool wheeze of their breathing). "I've never fucked anyone else but you."

"God, you're cute," You said, unable to hold back a fond chuckle. "Which hole do you prefer then?"

"Mmf," They took their lip between their crooked teeth, their bumped nose pressing against your neck as they eased even deeper, your blood smearing against their soft (very cute) belly and dying the blonde hairs at the base of their cock. "They...hah, they all have different things I like about them…I can’t pick just one."

They built up a consistent pattern of thrusting into the open wound then, rutting against your knee as they clung tighter onto you, like a babe clinging to its mother while it fucked her open wounds.

"I...like your mouth. It's soft and warm, and I," They stammered through a broken, croaking moan, pushing deeper still which caused another tear up your thigh, skin splitting and ripping up to the beginnings of your hip. "I like the way you sound when I'm fucking it."

"Mm..." You moaned, once hazy eyes widening at the torn flesh, a shaky smile coming to your face, thinking about how it was going to look afterwards.

An open slit up your leg. Better than any other pussy any other girl could have.

"I like your ass." They then said, placing their free hand on your other thigh, tracing the holes in your fishnets, where they had been ripped to accommodate this demented foreplay. "Tight and hot and...nhhh, feels dirty, too."

"Dirty?" You asked, looking up at their hot face.

"It's not supposed to feel good," They slurred, hiding their face against your shoulder again. "Not...hah, supposed to..."

"It's where I feel good, though." You whispered, sighing as they nuzzled into you, pinning your skinny body against the chair, forcing it to rock and tilt. "It's where I was made to feel good, up there with all the shit and mess.” You breathed out, feeling an odd thrum of arousal in your unfeeling body. “Maybe it feels good, because of how dirty it is…"

"Maybe," They slurred, their face buried in your hair, masked by strands of black and green. "I like this hole too, though. I like that you let me do it."

"Yeah?"

"It’s hot and slick. It's going to scar so fucking bad."

They were starting to shake, holding onto you even tighter.

"Yeah," You smiled. "Like Rosanna Arquette in Crash. That huge fucking scar on her thigh…bodies shaped into fetish objects. That’s what you’ve made me, Law."

"They might have to cut it off, you know. If I cum inside it. Ruin the wound."

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

They whimpered but picked up the pace of their thrusts, not at all put off by the idea.

"It's okay to like it, too. I like that you like it."

"Thank you. Thank you."

"You're welcome, baby."

#lawrence oleander #lawrence btd #lawrence x mc #lawrence x reader #kinktober 2024 #echo #one of the faves #sorryyyyy i love writing echo and law together <3

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blossomwritesthings · 6 months ago

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

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In an instant, Felix was melting against him, letting Minho’s mouth envelop him. Letting Minho’s teeth sink into his bottom lip, sucking gently. Letting Minho’s tongue prod and press, until the space between his teeth was opening and Minho was getting a taste of Felix.

At the feel of his tongue swiping against his, Felix let out the tiniest of groans. It drove Minho crazy, just at the sound of the high-pitched noise. And soon, his hands were skirting down the length of Felix’s wet clothes, grabbing ahold of his ass and squeezing there. Felix reached up, fingers brushing against the nape of Minho’s neck. Then he was holding onto his dark locks, as Minho hoisted Felix up into his arms.

Soon, Felix had his legs wrapped around Minho’s waist, as the older man pressed kiss after passionately-crazed kiss to his lips. He was pushing through his bedroom door, holding onto the blonde’s ass with a strong grip as they tumbled onto his bed.

And then they were separating, and Minho was staring down at Felix’s parted lips, at the way they were already slightly kiss-swollen, and his eyes were open, his pupils blown wide. Chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, Felix’s hands were still in Minho’s hair, as he began to pull him down again.

“Wait,” Minho said, his stern voice cutting through the thick heat that was rising between them. He stared down at Felix, at his soaked-through state. “You still need to change. Let me get you some clothes.”

Minho yanked away from Felix on the bed entirely, going to his closet and digging through piles of clothes until he found something suitable. Minho also grabbed a towel that was hanging across his closet door. Raising the oversized t-shirt in the air, he presented it to Felix. “Good?” He asked, knowing that Felix was quite a fashionista when it came to outfits.

Nodding silently, Felix rose from the bed, beginning to shed his wet clothes. First came the hoodie, which revealed a chiseled chest and hard ab lines. Felix took the towel that was perched in Minho’s hand, drying his torso as he shucked off his sweatpants next.

And his soaked boxers came with them.

Swallowing around the dry lump forming in his throat, Minho didn’t look away. He watched, as Felix’s eyes moved from the shirt he was holding in his hand, to Minho.

“I don’t see why I have to wear this, you’re just gonna fuck me out of it anyway.”

Raising an eyebrow, Minho folded his arms across his chest as he leaned against the bathroom’s doorway. “Who said anything about me fucking you?”

Frowning, the light in Felix’s eyes completely drained away. “Oh- I just thought-“

“Stop thinking, Lixie,” Minho started, gesturing behind him to the bathroom. “And get in the shower with me.”

Minho watched in barely-hidden amusement, as the redness of a blush crept up the length of his neck and into his cheeks. Turning beet red, he nodded quickly and followed Minho into the bathroom. His eyes grew a little wide when Minho closed the door behind them and locked it.

“Why are you locking the—“

“Well, if I’m gonna fuck you, we don’t want anyone else to walk in on us, right?” Minho said, giving Felix a dark smirk as he began to shed his wet clothes. They weren’t as drenched as Felix’s, but it was a quick relief when they were off and he was turning the shower’s hot water on.

Staring up at Minho with squinted eyes, like he was trying to read him, Felix pouted just a tiny bit. “I thought you just said that you weren’t gonna-”

But Minho didn’t let him finish, instead removing his boxers and taking the breath right out of Felix’s lungs. Grabbing ahold of the blonde’s ass, Minho moved the both of them into the shower. The hot water hitting his back was an immediate relief. “One thing you should know about me, Felix— don’t believe everything I say.”

Grabbing ahold of the shampoo bottle, Minho squirted an ample amount in both of his hands, before he was rubbing half of it into Felix’s locks and the rest into his. Then, he was positioning Felix under the shower head, running his fingers through his hair with the sudsy shampoo.

“So I shouldn’t have believed you then- when you told me you just wanted to be friends…” Felix grumbled, sticking his tongue out in agitation.

Minho’s focus dragged away from the blonde’s hair and locked with Felix’s eyes again. His fingers dug a little deeper into Felix’s scalp, pulling at the roots just a little bit and watching as the younger’s mouth fell open slightly. So he was still into hair pulling... good to know. “Don’t be a brat, Lixie,” Minho started, as he finished rinsing the shampoo out of both their hairs. “And besides, we can still be friends.”

“Yeah, but friends don’t fuck each other.”

“Says who?” Minho raised a dark eyebrow Felix’s way, noticing how the bathroom was fogging up from the heat of the water and their bodies. He took an ample amount of conditioner and slapped it onto both of their heads.

“Uhm— like, the entire world.”

Minho stayed quiet after that, letting the sound of the shower running and the bathroom fan take over the conversation as he focused on getting the conditioner out of their hair. “Since when do you care about what the world thinks?” Minho asked, running his hands across Felix’s shoulders and waist with a bar of lavender-scented soap.

“Well, I know you do.”

“Nah— I’m over that shit. I love who I love, and I won’t apologize for it.”

After that, there was a long bout of silence. Minho’s gaze was focused on Felix’s smooth skin, how good it felt underneath his fingertips, and how pretty Felix’s body looked— all flushed from the hot water of the shower.

Before Minho’s hands could migrate down his body any lower, Felix caught hold of them and held them close to his chest, forcing Minho’s eyes to lock with his for what felt like the millionth time that night. “What… what do you mean by that?” His voice was so quiet and wavering, like if he spoke any louder, he would wake up and realize all of it was a dream. “Minho— please, tell me because I—”

“First of all, stop begging me all the time. It’s making me go fucking insane,” Minho was changing their positions again so that Felix’s back was pressed against the shower wall. He was hoisting Felix up into his arms until they were in the same position from before with the younger’s legs wrapped around his waist. Except this time, he could feel every muscle of his, and how Felix’s cock grew stiffer with each second that passed. “Second, I love you. Always have, always will. But I was just too worried about other's opinions and too much of a coward to actually admit it.”

Then their mouths were coming together again, creating a clash of teeth and lips and tongues. Minho swallowed every one of Felix’s moans. “I-” Felix began in a breathless tone, “love-” Minho bit down a little harder on his bottom lip, surely leaving a bruise there, “you too.”

And after that, everything turned into a blur of feverish kisses and heaving moans. And soon, they both found themselves out of the shower and clean, dried off, and tumbling into bed.

Caging Felix into his space once more, Minho’s hands landed on either side of the bed near Felix’s shoulders, as he stared down at him and the way he squirmed under the attention.

“Please, fuck me— please Minho— been wanting it for so long. Wanna suck on your cock, want you to breed me again, just like before, please— make me yours-” The callbacks to their past together drove something inside Minho to go a little feral- memories from their childhood flashing across the front of his mind for just a second...

of Felix's legs spread across the kitchen counter as Minho fucked into him, of Felix bent over in the shower, hands braced against the wall and back arched as he took Minho's brutal backshots, of the feeling of Felix shooting his cum deep inside Minho after he had teased and rode his cock for hours one night.

Reaching down, Minho’s thumb brushed against the corner of Felix’s kiss-swollen lips, across his pink-tinged freckled cheeks and underneath his eyelashes. Minho watched in silence, studying the blonde male underneath him as his eyes sparkled with emotion and the tears ran down his cheeks in tiny increments.

“I can fuck you, if you want me to…” Minho started, leaning down into his space and pressing a few kisses against Felix’s sharp jaw. Then he was trailing his way down Felix’s neck, sucking pretty violet marks into his skin. “Breed you, if you want me to…” Then he was nearing Felix’s collarbone, tongue darting out and swiping against soft flesh there just as he bared his teeth and took a hard bite out of Felix. The pain, followed by the loving kiss right afterward, made Felix shriek in delight. “I can fill you up so much with my cum, you’ll be bleeding and oozing with it for days… but only if you want me to.”

Then Minho’s mouth was hovering above Felix’s bare chest, staring down at the way his shallow breaths rose and fell with each bit of air the younger man sucked in. If Felix called everything off at that moment and decided he wanted Minho to stop things, Minho would. He’d do anything for Felix, anything.

But Minho watched in halted silence, as Felix’s head was shaking in agreement. As his pupils were blowing wide again and he was sucking in his bottom lip to keep all the sounds he wanted to make inside. “P-Please— I’ll do anything… just fuck me again, Lee Minho.”

After he got the green light, Minho’s legs were tightening a little harder around Felix’s waist. He reached up to Felix’s mouth, unhooking his bottom lip from between the hold of his teeth. “Don’t hold back, baby boy— I wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make for me... the ones I got used to hearing all those years ago.” Just at his words alone, Felix was letting out a high-pitched moan, bucking his hips by the tiniest bit.

Minho’s hands skirted down Felix’s body again, until one was gripping onto his hip and the other was covering his nipple. Then, Minho opened his mouth, dropping his jaw and placing his entire mouth over Felix’s nipple. Instantly, upon the contact with Minho’s tongue, Felix was groaning in pleasure and grabbing onto Minho’s locks for stability.

Fingers tweaking his other nipple, Minho’s tongue began to twirl around his pert bud, licking and lapping and playing. Doing all the things he had dreamed of, for so fucking long, doing all the things he knew would make Felix go crazy- just like before. Beginning the path down to destruction.

But this time, at the end of the path was Felix. And the beautiful relationship Minho wanted to have with him. And he’d do anything to get to that point- sacrifice anything and anyone to live in happiness and peace with the eternal love of his life.

Minho played with Felix just like that, for a long bout of time. He teased his chest, going back and forth between each of his nipples. And when Felix told him to bite down, he did. He did everything Felix wanted of him — gave him everything he could — gave him it all and then some.

He loved the way he was reacting to his movements, how he was squirming underneath his hold each time his lips suckled and kissed. And by the time he was finished, and his attention was finally off of Felix’s chest, the blonde's pert nipples were red and flushed- swollen from all of the attention that Minho gave it in their bout of ravenous love-making.

“What more do you want, baby?” Minho asked, as he rose his head up from Felix’s chest and found his lips again in the dimness of his room. The only light in the vicinity of the place was streaming in from the slight crack of the bathroom door. The warm, faint glow bathed Felix in an ethereal kind of brilliance, making him seem more otherworldly than he usually was. ��Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

Then Felix was parting from Minho’s lips again, and the older man was stealing the breath right out of his lungs as he began to speak. “T-Touch me— please. Need to feel your hand wrapped around my cock.”

So that’s just what Minho did. Whatever Felix wanted, he’d do. As his gaze stayed locked with Felix’s, his hands migrated from their places. He placed one behind Felix’s head, cradling the back of his head as his digits sunk into his blonde locks. His other hand slowly traveled down the length of Felix’s body, until his fingertips were coming in contact with the single most thing he had wanted to feel again for so many fucking years.

He found hardness there, soft skin, and a copious amount of precum. Slowly, Minho skirted his hand around the tip of Felix, reveling in the way that he fit so perfectly in his hand. Minho had almost forgotten how much he loved the weight of Felix's cock in his hand. Almost. Then he began to palm him completely, gradually trailing his hand up and down Felix’s shaft.

With each pull of his fingers, Felix grew a little more restless underneath Minho. Like he was already about to come and was forcing himself to hold it in. Each time Minho brushed a gentle thumb against his slit, Felix blurted out a loud cry. It sounded like a mix of overstimulation and sinful desire.

Every time Minho touched Felix’s bare skin, he could feel the desire building in the pit of his stomach. Like a dangerous kind of monster, his core was constricting with each movement of Felix’s hips. With each buck that he took, into Minho’s palm. Minho could feel his own cock growing stiffer by the second, pulsing between his legs and just aching to be used.

“Are you about to come? Already?” Minho taunted, stroking Felix’s cock with a little firmer grip just for good measure. The sound of Minho's sultry voice and the pull on his sensitive flesh did something to the younger male because he was throwing his head back onto the pillow and sighing out a string of curses. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already on the edge— must’ve been pretty pent up, yeah?”

That got Felix nodding quickly, as his eyes ripped open and he stared at the way Minho’s grip was so perfect over his hardness - the way he was teasing him so flawlessly, smudging his precum everywhere. “I-I couldn’t ever get off properly… never felt right, when others would fuck me, i-it’s why I let so many people have me... ‘Cause I was seeking you out, the whole time.”

Felix’s confession did something funny to Minho’s heart, made it skip a few beats and squeeze delightfully in his chest. Then, a sardonic kind of grin was spreading across his face, as he leaned into Felix’s frame and pressed a few wet kisses to his sternum. “Oh yeah? What else are you seeking from me right now, Pixie? What else do you want?” He used the old nickname that was only ever between them, the one from their childhoods when they'd fuck like rabid animals all over Felix's house.

“F-Finger me. Please.” He didn’t even give it another thought, blurting the first thing that had probably been on his mind for a very long time.

“Why?” Minho’s voice trailed off, even after he was trailing away from Felix’s space and rummaging around in his nightstand drawer for his bubblegum-flavored lube. “You want me to prep you for my cock, or something?”

“Y-Yes please.”

When Minho turned back to Felix with the bottle of lube and a condom in tow, he almost collapsed on the spot at the sight of Felix sprawled out so perfectly on his bed. All messy blonde locks spewed across Minho’s pillow, nipples oh so very red and swollen, and cock pressed against his stomach, just begging to be played with.

“You’re saying things so nicely— makes me wanna force you to beg for it, though.” Then Minho was getting onto the bed again, straddling Felix’s hips as his fingers neared the younger’s mouth. “Open, doll. And suck.”

Like always, the perfect little angel did what he was told. Sucking on Minho’s fingers like they were the tastiest lollipop in the world. And when Minho pulled them out of his mouth, he mewled in protest. But he wasn’t upset for long, upon watching Minho drip a good bit of lube onto his saliva-slick fingers.

Hand trailing across Felix’s body again, Minho caged him in with his other arm, breathing into the side of his neck and sucking a red mark into his exposed flesh there. “Relax, okay? Just take some deep breaths for me, babydoll.” And just as he was sucking in a gasp, Minho was fitting two fingers into Felix's warmth.

Almost instantly, Felix was stretching against Minho’s fingers, clenching in just the right ways. It made Minho’s cock ache— to fill him up with it and feel that clenching around his throbbing skin. But instead of doing that just yet, he gradually slipped a third finger into Felix.

Felix reached out, grabbing ahold of Minho’s arm that was positioned between his legs. His eyes were wide open, pink lips parted, and neck red.

Minho studied his face, the way his brows were furrowed, and how he had lost his breath. “Want me to stop? If it’s too much, you can just say baby boy-”

“N-No! Don’t stop. F-Feels… so good, you stretching me out like this-” Felix cried out, flopping his head back onto the pillow just as Minho slipped in another finger. He was up to four and had little to no resistance against Felix’s heat. “But… need more, please. Please- Daddy.”

Minho could tell that the name came out involuntarily. Like Felix was used to saying it during sex when he was getting fucked by random college dudes, and it was common to slip from his tongue. It did something to Minho’s brain, made the synapses in his mind short-circuit just a tiny bit. Brought him back to days past, when Minho would spank him and make him cry, make him ride his thigh in defiance, and beg him with the same name over and over again, just to get off.

“Oh, so I’m daddy again, huh?” Minho taunted, fucking his fingers in and out of Felix a little more rougher this time. Pulling a mix of a moan and curse from the blonde underneath him.

“God— yes. And I need you to fuck me right now, daddy. Need your cock inside me or I think I’ll actually die,” Felix begged prettily, his mouth opening and tongue lolling out in ecstasy as Minho twisted his fingers up into that gooey spot inside of him. "Been... Been wanting to feel your cock again for fucking years- want you to stretch me out and ruin me, daddy..."

Raising a quizzical eyebrow Felix’s way, Minho stared down at him with a dark look. Then his mouth was nearing his chest again, tongue teasing Felix’s nipple. “A little demanding now, aren’t we? You must want my cock pretty badly.” He was biting down on Felix’s flesh then, in tandem with the way his long fingers stroked inside of his warmth.

All Felix could do was nod in reply, his head bobbing up and down. And right then, Minho envisioned what it’d be like for Felix to give him a blow job— lips parted around his cock and losing his breath as Minho hit the back of his throat.

“Fine, I guess I’ll stuff you with my cock.” Minho said in a lilting, deep voice. Pretending like he didn't want to do it- teasing Felix and acting like he hadn't thought about that very thing for years on end. He was mocking Felix, that much they both knew. Because Felix was well aware of how badly Minho wanted him— it was apparent by how much Minho’s cock was leaking precum, by how flushed his neck was.

So after that, Minho was yanking his fingers out of Felix. Much to the younger’s surprise, who cried out at the absent feeling inside of him. Then Minho’s teeth were ripping into the package of the condom. But before he could fit it around his length, Felix was reaching out and stopping him.

“When I said I wanted you to breed me, I fucking meant it. Want all of your cum, daddy. Please… give it to me.” His words were very convincing, and before he could even realize what he was doing, Minho was setting the condom to the side.

Instead, he began fisting his cock with more lube. Lathering the sweet liquid around his hot skin. Then, without any warning, he was stuffing his fingers into Felix’s mouth. Forcing him to suck on them, to taste himself on Minho’s hand, and get overwhelmed by the smell of sweet bubblegum.

Soon, Minho was lining his cock up to Felix’s middle. And it felt like his warmth was sucking him in, just begging to be fucked. So that’s exactly what Minho did. Slowly, he began to sink into Felix. His walls felt delicious around Minho’s length, hugging him in just the right way. And before he even knew it, he was filling the blonde up to the hilt. His hips were meeting Felix’s ass, as his hands grabbed ahold of his waist and pulled him closer.

Felix whined at the stretch, and Minho caught the way his eyes clouded with unshed tears. His cheeks were painted a deep shade of red as he bit down on his lips to hold himself back.

“Does it hurt too much?” Minho asked, concern painting his tone as he read the expression on Felix’s face. It was a mix of halted euphoria and pain.

“N-No, it’s okay. I just… need to get used to the size again,” Felix said with a tiny bit of hesitation. Then his eyes were rolling into the back of his skull, his neck becoming exposed as Minho slowly drew out of him. “E-Everyone I’ve ever been with is always… so much smaller.”

At that, Minho was gradually burrowing himself back into Felix, beginning to fuck him into silence. “Glad I’m helping you remember, then.” He chuckled darkly, his nails digging into the skin of Felix’s waist that would surely leave little red crescent shapes in his flesh later.

Then Minho set the pace a little faster. As Felix’s muscles relaxed and he got accustomed to Minho’s size, the older man began to go a little harder with his thrusts. The sounds of lube and precum mixing were delicious, and as Minho began to fuck him with more vigor, their skin slapping against each other rang out against the room’s walls.

Felix met his thrusts beautifully, shoulders heaving with each heavy breath he took. Minho leaned into his space, capturing the skin of his collarbone between his teeth and sucking on the sensitive flesh there. A scream thundered out of Felix then, as Minho drove his cock in a little faster.

“F-Fuck! Feels so good daddy…” Felix yelled out in between the sound of them making love.

Minho smiled against his skin, as he yanked away from Felix and stared down at the space between their bodies. Where they were meeting together so flawlessly, so wonderfully and sinfully. “Look at you…” Minho started, as his hands moved away from Felix’s hips and gradually settled against his knees, forcing his legs open so that he had better access to his warmth. “You’re pretty little hole is taking me so well— stretching around my cock so beautifully. Like it was meant to be filled with me.” Minho hit up into Felix, plowing his length into that gooey spot that he knew was inside of the blonde.

Instantly, Felix was arching his back off of the bed, tiny beads of tears running down his cheeks at the mix of overstimulation and ecstasy. “God— just like that, keep fucking me just like that!” The words punched out of him, as he swiveled his hips down against Minho’s cock, meeting his thrusts halfway. Felix clawed out at Minho, fingers finding their way behind his back. They skirted down Minho’s spine, sending gooseflesh across his entire body. Then Felix’s nails were digging into the flesh of his ass, holding him close with each thrust.

“You close, babydoll?” Minho asked, grabbing ahold of the back of Felix’s knees just a little bit, holding him more open so he could stuff his cock into his pretty little hole.

Felix was biting down on his lips, nodding frantically. “Y-Yeah, real close.” He muttered breathlessly. Then one of his hands was breaking away from holding onto Minho’s ass and traveling down his body to tweak his sensitive red nipples.

Just then, Minho looked down at Felix’s neglected cock and got a wicked idea in his head. He reached down, taking ahold of it with his lube-covered fingers and beginning to tease it with a pulling gesture. The dual stimulation drove Felix crazy, as he let out a loud moan, and his walls tightened around Minho’s cock.

Minho could feel his release coming rapidly across the path of his desire. And soon, his cock was seizing up inside of Felix, and his veins were lighting up with fire. Breath heaving in and out of his chest, he chased his high and fucked his way up into Felix the hardest he had ever done in his entire life.

“Goddamn it! I’m so close!” Felix cursed out loud, squirming in Minho’s hold, cock throbbing against the elder's palm.

A bloodcurdling groan escaped past Minho’s lips then, as he finally found the cliffside edge of his undoing. He pumped himself dry inside of Felix, feeling his cum dripping against the younger’s walls in streaks of beautiful white. Then, as quickly as he had come, he was yanking out of Felix and watching the cum ooze out of his hole. And without any warning, Minho was moving up against Felix’s body, ass hovering over his face.

Felix already knew what he was about to do, the experienced little slut. So he slacked his jaw completely, tongue hanging out of his mouth like a rabid dog in heat as Minho stuffed his cock down his throat. Instantly, Felix’s tongue was lapping at his tip, swallowing the taste of cum and lube down like a champ.

“Holy shit— you feel so good like this… keep sucking on my cock just like that, baby boy…” Minho muttered, as his wet fingers traveled down between his legs and prodded at his own warmth. He could feel Felix’s hands grip his ass once more, guiding Minho’s hips atop his face as he sucked on his cock.

Soon, spit was drooling out of Felix’s parted lips. And the sight of his mouth stuffed full of Minho’s cock was almost enough to make him bust all over again. Felix swallowed around his length beautifully, the tears clouding the corners of his eyes as Minho hit the back of his throat.

“Fuck— I’m gonna come again…” Minho hissed out between gritted teeth, fucking his cock between Felix’s pretty red lips a little harder than before. At the feeling of the elder's length growing tight again with his coming release, Felix’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull. “A-Argh, fuck baby, swallow me just like that…”

He was bursting inside Felix’s mouth soon after, the cum exploding inside his ethereal mouth and dripping down the side of Felix’s lips. He swallowed every last drop, smiling up at Minho with hooded eyes and a pleased look on his face.

“Gonna ride you now— dance on your cock until you cum too.” Minho rasped out, giving Felix a wicked grin because this whole time, he knew the younger hadn’t found his release yet.

“I-I-” The blonde started to say, but then Minho was moving down on his body again, widening his hole with his wet fingering and grabbing ahold of Felix’s rock-hard length. Minho grabbed ahold of the base, sinking onto it with ease. “F-Fuck— oh my fucking god Minho, you feel so good…” Felix moaned out so loudly, that Minho was sure the neighbors could hear.

But in that moment, he didn’t give a damn what anyone else might be hearing or thinking. Instead, his hands found their purchase around Felix’s neck, squeezing there, underneath his jaw, just the tiniest bit as he began to swirl his hips against Felix’s.

“Oh my god- you fill me up so well,” Minho cried, throwing his head back at the feeling of Felix hitting that gooey spot inside of him. And it didn’t take long for Felix to grab ahold of his hips and begin drilling his length into him. “Can’t believe I wanted this long to dance atop your cock.” Minho said with a sinful kind of laugh, squeezing Felix’s neck just a little bit tighter.

Felix was so close, that Minho could see it on his face. Read it in the way his brows furrowed and his muscles seized underneath Minho. So Minho held on a little tighter to his neck, squeezing the tiniest bits of breath out of Felix. He mewled at the feeling, the tip of him throbbing between Minho’s walls.

“Can I cum inside?” The words came out of Felix’s mouth one by one, in tandem with each of Felix’s thrusts. And when Minho was nodding his head in a yes, Felix was squeezing his eyes shut and his shoulders were beginning to shake. “Oh god— I get to cum inside of you, oh fuck—”

Just the thought of doing so must’ve done Felix in for one. Because soon, he was bursting against Minho’s walls. Minho could feel the ripples of the cum drip inside of him, as he moved back and forth atop his cock, milking Felix dry. Felix was a mess of limbs and desire underneath him, as Minho held onto his neck and watched him come undone in a delightfully angelic kind of way.

His entire body trembled with delight and a deep set of cries rang out from between his lips. And when he was done coming, Minho didn’t pull off of him. Instead, he laid against Felix’s chest and leaned up, offering him a few gentle kisses.

“What if I told you I wanna live like this forever— with your cock stretching my walls all day long?” Minho asked in a deep voice, he was only partly joking. He was staring into Felix’s eyes, reading all the emotions there and the way he had so much love for Minho in that instance.

Hands trailing up to his dark locks, Felix brushed aside some of the ones that had fallen into Minho’s line of sight, tucking them behind his ear. “I’d probably call you crazy. But then, I’d say— same,” Gradually, his hands danced across the length of Minho’s spine, making his skin tremble a tiny bit. “Sadly, we can’t do that. But I guess it just means— we’ll need to fuck each other a lot more from now on, right?”

With a heavy sigh, Minho began to sit up and pull off of Felix’s cock. “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that…” He said, offering Felix a big smile. The blonde’s entire focus was on him, eyes glimmering in the darkness of the room.

But before Minho could do - or say - anything else, Felix was reaching between them. His fingers were finding the warmth between Minho’s legs and were pushing up into his entrance. Slowly, he worked the cum and lube back into Minho’s puckered hole.

Minho breathed in deeply, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling of Felix’s small fingers touching his sensitive rim. “Wh-What the fuck do you think you’re doing, mister?”

Felix shrugged nonchalantly, but the dark grin plastered across his face was devious. Showing that he knew exactly what he was doing. “So, what? We both can’t breed each other?” He laughed, his fingers pulling away from Minho finally as the older man collapsed against his chest.

Rolling his eyes, Minho turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to Felix’s shoulder. “I never said that…”

“Okay, so then shut up.”

“Wow, you’re so mean to me. So bratty, and for what?!” Minho said in a light voice, running a hand through his sweaty black locks and pretending like he was offended.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize it was a crime to wanna stuff my cum into my boyfriend’s hole,” Felix said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

At his words, Minho stopped in his tracks. His heart froze in place in his chest, as he stared up at Felix with wide eyes. “Is that… what we are now?”

“Do you want it to be true?”

“Well… what do you think I want?”��

Felix’s nimble digits trailed into Minho’s hair, playing with the dark strands. His gaze slid over to meet the older male’s again, as a tiny smirk cracked his resolve. “I think… you wanna fuck me all the time, and you want me all to yourself. And there’s no way you’d allow anyone else to have me after tonight.”

Tilting his head to the side, Minho moved upwards to press a fervent kiss to Felix’s lips. “All of those things are true,” he started, his kisses traveling to Felix’s warm cheeks and the tip of his nose. “But I also wanna share everything else with you too… all of our thoughts, your happiness and sadness. Every bit of life, I want to experience with you.”

“Lee Minho. Do not make me cry right now. Not after we just had mind-blowing sex.” Felix said in a deadpan kind of voice, glaring across the small expanse between them.

“Why? I love making you cry for me…” Minho taunted, darting his tongue out and swiping it across the edge of Felix’s lips.

“Oh, I see— so that’s why you never stopped me from getting emotional in front of you all the time before…” Felix said in an annoyed tone, taking a sharp inhale at the feel of Minho’s teeth scraping across his bottom lip. “Minho, don’t even start.” He knew what Minho was doing, and yet he was already moving their positions again. With some large effort, Felix managed to flip them over, so that Minho was below him and Felix was straddling his hips.

“What? Can I not overstimulate my boyfriend?” The term felt foreign on Minho’s lips, especially when it pertained to Felix. Even still, he grabbed ahold of the blonde’s shoulders and brought his face close to his again. “I want everything with you, even the overstimulated parts.”

Puffing out an annoyed sigh, Felix looked at Minho with dark eyes. “You’re trying to get me horny again, aren’t you?”

“Is it working…?”

“Yes. Now turn around and get on your hands and knees, so can eat your pretty ass out.”

After that, Minho needed no further convincing. Because how sweet it was, to fall in love and be dating a switch in bed just like you. The roles were always flipping and reversing, and that was the best part about it all.

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saphira-approves · 8 months ago

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Alright buckle up y’all, I’ve got a book series recommendation and propaganda under the cut for any fans of the Inheritance Cycle.

If you read our beloved farmboy-turned-dragon-rider books and had a particular fondness for: the idea of an order of individuals chosen to be both partner and rider to powerful and beautiful magical creatures; Snowfire; an immortal evil that resurfaces in disguised and unexpected forms (specifically referencing the Draumar cult which we now know had influence in Galbatorix’s rise to power); and/or the juicy juicy drama of complicated parent-child relationships, then oh boy do I have a recommendation for you.

Mercedes Lackey’s Valdemar series, comprising of many, MANY individuals novels, trilogies, and short story anthologies. I don’t currently have a count for the exact total of published books, as I’ve been getting most of these from my local secondhand bookstore, but she’s been publishing these books since 1987 and is still writing them today in 2024.

Since this is such a huge collection, it can be hard to know where to start, so first of all I’d like to assure you that you can start pretty much anywhere, with any of the individual novels or series, so long as you make sure to find the first installment of that series. Personally I started with The Black Gryphon, which seems to be one of the chronologically earliest books; Arrows of the Queen of the Heralds of Valdemar trilogy would also be a good place to start, being the first published Valdemar book, though I haven’t actually read it yet—I only just got my copy today, actually!

At any rate, wherever you start, there’s a lot to look forward to. Lackey has a knack for writing characters with depth and complexity, giving them flaws that are so well balanced by endearments that even at their worst, you can still understand and empathize with them; she absolutely refuses to write idiot-plots, allowing her characters not only to remain consistent with their established characterizations, but also to communicate with each other and allow their relationships to evolve as the characters do. Characters are allowed to make mistakes, be vain and stubborn and prideful, get angry, get jealous, get scared, and yet afterward still be received with love and forgiveness when they apologize. The magic is beautifully described and, at least for me, easy to understand; the schemes are clever, diabolical, and exciting to watch unfold. There is true, pure evil in the villains, and satisfaction in their endings.

There’s also a decent amount of diversity, which may or may not be surprising, depending on what you’ve read of 80s/90s SFF. Of the handful of books I’ve read so far, here are my observations: Lackey writes fantastic and complex women full of depth, emotion, and ingenuity, each as different from each other as their backgrounds would demand. There are several canonically queer characters across the timeline, including a main protagonist. Lackey’s worldbuilding establishes several unique and disparate cultures, drawing clear influence from many non-European real life sources, with featured characters of those cultures given, in my opinion, respectful and appreciative spotlights. There are characters with disabilities, respected both by the narrative and the characters around them. There are also non-human cultures, characters, and protagonists!

As fantastic as I have been finding these books, it would be remiss of me not to add that these books will not be for everyone. They are firmly adult fantasy, and Lackey does not pull her punches when she wants her characters to suffer. There is torture, sexual assault, suicide. Not all of this is graphically described, but some certainly is; most of the graphic stuff I have so far read is of about the same intensity as the torture scenes of Inheritance, but some of the abstractions are much more intense, and I get the sense that some of what I haven’t yet read may be both graphic and visceral. That being said, if you could handle Game of Thrones’ graphic violence and assault but disliked the persistent pessimism of that series, this one might be right up your alley!

Anyway. That’s all from me for now. I’m off to go read about characters bonding with magical creatures somewhat beyond mortal ken and going on fantastic and harrowing magical adventures. :)

#saph speaks #tangentially inheritance cycle #mercedes lackey #mercedes lackey’s valdemar series #valdemar books #the heralds of valdemar #anyway. my favorite so far is the mage winds trilogy #it’s got a proper love triangle in the second book #and by ‘proper’ i mean ‘a loves b who likes c who likes a’#unfortunately it does not end in polyamory. c is firmly too gay for that and gets a couple of boyfriends later.#please please pleaseeeee someone read these books so i can have someone to screech about them with #OH ALSO A LOT OF THEM ARE ILLUSTRATED #and some of those illustrations are SO so 80s. firesong and your crazy 80s hair i love you.

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u said soft thoughts so here i am AND LET ME TELL U THE WAY U DONT HAVE ANYTHING DOR GUNIL IS DIABOLICAL!!!! (i, too, have nothing written for gunil yet)

but i was thinking, n also been in this soft mood lately in love w bedtime fics, maybe giving him a lil massage as he relaxes after a hard day:( and he’s rambling abt some stuff n suddenly is soooo sleepy like wow your hands r magical :( idk they deserve some rest bc i saw the isac vids and cried crode crieded so tbh anything w soft gunil will do <3

i wanna kiss his nose:(

awww gunil :(( i'm sorry this is so short but i didn't have many thoughts about it ksdjks </3 warnings: nothing?? wc: ~300.

he comes home super tired after a long day of performances and schedules but at the same time he's super happy. once he gets into pyjamas and gets under the covers with you, you start massaging his shoulders and neck. it feels so nice to have your gentle hands working out the soreness :( he'll tell you everything that happened that day, it's all just very very soft :(

he'll definitely be talking about the new songs and how difficult his drum solo is but how excited he is. you have no idea what any of the musical terminology is that he's referencing but you just listen to him ramble about it knowing it relaxes him <//3

you finish the massage but he's still talking, although you notice that his voice has gotten quieter and he keeps interrupting himself with yawns </3 his words are starting to slur together slightly as he's talking about jooyeon and gaon's latest shenanigans. he really starts to fall asleep the second he feels your lips kissing his neck and cheek. he'll lean his head back to give you full access, silently asking you to continue cause it feels so nice and calming :((

and his eyes fluttering shut and his body completely relaxing as you pepper kisses to his shoulders, neck, nose, everywhere you can reach </3 he's already half asleep by the time you reach his lips because your presence just lulls him :( but he'll kiss you back even if he's half asleep. leaves you to rest him on the pillows and make sure he's comfortable. you're happy to see him resting after his long (and very eventful) day <3

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emilsgrippers · 6 months ago

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Can we please normalize not posting fanart on the most unknown and diabolical sites ever???

Use tumblr, twitter, TikTok, fuck even deviant art bro what I’m about to say YES it’s my fault I’m an idiot but dude I’m gonna lose it

I’m on safari priv browser and I’m looking for some TD pfps and junk, I know lame shit. So I’m srolling scroll scrolly scroll and I come across some cute Gwen fanart and I’m like aw. Nothing nsfw, just some cute art..

But the quality was shitty, so I click ‘visit’ expecting it to take me to yk deviant art ((since sometimes people post undevious stuff there) or tumblr and instead it doesn’t load the page and it takes me to something like staka whatever I was kinda zoned out, and then the Www changes to like ‘sexy change’ or something and I’m like uhm I shouldn’t be here!!!!

I’m like man it’s some stupid site nobodies heard of so it’s gonna be full of nsfw and gross shit and ADS and I start spamming the back arrow because I don’t need to art that bad bro so just as the back button registers my screen fucking flashes

‘Your iPhone has been hacked! Emergency action is needed!’ But the pop up disappeared because I clicked so fast I went all the way back to safari and now I’m freaked and I’m like bro if I show my mom she’s gonna be like what were u on?! And I’m gonna have to say somehow I ended up on sexychange or something?☹️ and then I’m like there’s no way I got hacked that fast right? So I searched it up and safari called me a moron and said your phone doesn’t send shit like that and the pop up is a scam or the hack itself or whatever

But basically I’m a moron and my phone is fine but like. Stop using these dog shit porn infested sites to post your art you losers I will update u guys if anything does happen with my phone but I doubt it

#total drama #tdi #totaldrama #total drama island #gwen total drama

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piracytheorist · 1 year ago

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Episode 30 thoughts!

OKAY OKAY OKAY I HAVE A LOT TO SAY

alternate title is "Local anime only is introduced to the entity that is Shopkeeper".

MY GOD. I had no idea we'd see him so soon. I'm so glad his appearance is no longer a spoiler to me XD

To start with, Yor seems quite tense while she's going out to meet with him.

A detail that the anime omitted, is that it seems he was caught by surprise by Yor. Is she so stealthy she can even sneak up on him?

He's... omg he's scary. At the same time he's got one very smooth and sexy voice. I know we heard him on the phone but oh it's so different to hear him from up close. I'm going to feel very conflicted about him, methinks XD

Of course, when he talks about "pruning and watering" and stuff he definitely doesn't talk just about his garden :)

The music was perfect for his introduction. The garden we see around him looks so peaceful and serene, but the music greatly encapsulates that ominous feeling that "This guy is a LOT".

Ho-lee SHIT

My dude! My bro! Isn't this one of your best assassins or what??

The fact that he's willing to risk decapitating her on the spot just in case she lost one (1) iota of her perfect form is terrifying. And he laughs about it. The fuck. And Yor has been working for him since she was a teenager? O_O

I mean, when I said he's got presence I didn't mean it's not a diabolical one. But holy shit.

Is... is that person in the back wearing a sheet over their head like they're pretending to be a ghost? I'm noticing the important details here!

Shopkeeper looks like he really holds this mission to great value, and feels greatly indebted to protect Olka. It's very interesting that he's entrusting this mission to Yor.

At the same time, we see his face as Yor says she'll need an excuse for the family, and he is NOT impressed.

Like geez does ANYONE in her circles not have negative feelings about this wedding? First Yuri then her coworkers then even Shopkeeper like does ONE person go like "That was a good decision you made"?

I mean, if Shopkeeper really values her... it's not like it doesn't look like he has the power to provide her with some cover. He looks so imposing and Yor is so okay with his tactics I doubt she hasn't told him the marriage was just for convenience, so why didn't he go like "Nah ditch them I'll give you the cover you need"? He looking kinda sus rn ngl.

Final detail: the thingies hanging from the strap of his hat are the same shape of Yor's earrings. Nice detail.

It's interesting that Yor's demeanor doesn't change around him. She's still as lively and sweet as we already know her.

I love how after we saw how Yuri stayed up for days to catch Perkin, he fell asleep like that on the subway. Consequences!

Talking about people in Yor's circles not accepting her marriage...

Yuri is even VERY audacious in how he says he'll never accept Loid. Yor is way too patient with him, but I guess she can't help it. She loves him too much for her own good, and that was evident by the way she decided to become an assassin just to provide him with an education she completely ignored for herself.

I was surprised by the flashing screen but seeing Yuri run for the train as if he could somehow pull it back was hilarious. What a lad.

Yor is just now wondering if there's any point in her keeping her assassin job, when it's been at least a year that Yuri has been financially independent. It really makes me wonder where her money from her jobs really goes to... and considering Shopkeeper's behaviour, if she even gets paid fairly as an assassin. I wouldn't rule out him taking advantage of her in that regard over the years.

So I think it would be interesting to consider that Shopkeeper is trying to keep Yor in his employ by uhm... idk, brainwashing her? With all that "keeping the world beautiful" and whatnot. I mean, she took that job out of need and having no other choice, she's very good at it, (probably) is okay with getting paid unfairly, and takes at least an entire year after Yuri became independent to question whether she should stay in this job. She's a good and willing workhorse, is all I'm saying. Shopkeeper wouldn't want to lose that, would he?

Again, that's just an anime-only's blabbers. But that's what's good with Endo's work - just from one character introduction you can get a lot of insight!

Your honour I love them.

Look at their faces. Look at them.

Anya looks so happy while in line for the raffle. I'm so happy she was able to rig the rigged contest and get herself a winning ticket.

I'd seen this face from people sending me spoiler-free manga screenshots, but I had never expected it to be a "Sucks to be you, bitch" kinda face. I love her XD

I do gotta say though, it's VERY convenient that she happened to earn a ticket for the exact same cruise Yor would be on. But I'm not complaining - I mean, we wouldn't have much of a story otherwise XD

If anything, it would not be out of the ordinary if Anya heard about the raffle, then heard from Yor's thoughts about the details of the cruise, then found a way to earn those tickets. But I digress.

Dear director. Why are we getting a full front view of Loid's ass. Not that I'm complaining, just curious.

I actually felt a little touched when Loid said Yor should go with Anya. Like I know it's because he has no "for the mission" excuse to go on the cruise and instead has an "I have a lot of work to do" excuse, but it still felt pretty sweet he thought they'd have fun together on the trip. Or something. Delusion what is that

I love their expressions here. Yor struggling with her excuse and Twilight, Best Spy of WestalisTM, being the lovestruck idiot he is, he just buys it.

I loved this. Devil Anya didn't even go for something "bad" she was just like "ANYA WANTS OCEAN, ANYA SHALL HAVE OCEAN."

At some point she's going to become the boy who cried wolf with how many times she's threatening to go bad if things don't go her way. Even Loid doesn't look that concerned by that "threat" any longer XD

I knew the cruise was happening, so I knew somehow Twilight would manage to get time off, but I didn't expect it would be that easy... and when we switched to Sylvia approving the vacation, the cowbell sound effect pretty much ended me

And... wow. I did not expect Twilight has that sort of fear for Handler.

In the manga we can even see how intense his face is.

Is that an accurate expectation or is it just Twilight's overreacting and overthinking mind? We saw how that's something Shopkeeper would definitely do with Yor but from what we know of Handler I would not expect something like that. I think it's mostly Twilight's perfectionism and dedication to his job, as well as how much he's accepted for it over the years. He's willing to accept anything, so he's always expecting the worst... even if it's not an accurate representation of reality.

It's also very coincidental that Handler was admonished for overworking her agents just as Twilight needed time off. It's probably Endo reminding us that deep down it's a comedy show and things just work and I'm just looking too deep into it XD

She's not wearing the rings anymore. Perhaps she caught on to the fact that they were given to her as a joke?

"Go rest and have fun! That's an order!"

Yor catches herself about thinking of having fun on the trip and berates herself.

Since she's already reached the point of accepting she appreciates her part in the family and not just for the cover it gives her, I think it gives an extra layer to how dedicated she is to doing a good job. She knows it's an important job she needs to take seriously and concentrate on. Family fun would be just a distraction... and she's not used to such distractions in her job, after all.

And yes Yuri was in her life, but he was always separate from the job. Now she's got the two of them riding on the same ship!

And that alone makes her reach the question of whether she could just... stop working as Thorn Princess. My god, good luck with that when you have such a boss O_O

SOME GOOD CGI ACTION OOOOOOOHHHHH

No wonder Anya lost it.

Yor looked so happy while next to Loid and Anya, then she met up with her coworkers and a completely different mask slipped on.

This family should come with a label that says "Do Not Separate".

A grand entrance to the ship, with suspicious characters joining in! And new music I'm not recognizing! Lots of interesting stuff :D

I love that we get to see Anya with Loid here. It's obvious Loid hasn't had fun in probably ever, and he's still not got the gist of "relaxing" yet.

I actually love the face he has in the manga. He almost looks... curious. Like this is something new to him, and it probably is. He doesn't have his usual calculating face. The "order" to relax was one thing, but maybe Anya's excitement is rubbing off on him.

Anya's reaction to their room was priceless. They showed it so well XD

Hey, at least they have a window! Most third-class rooms in ships don't even have that.

Local anime only is also finally introduced to that McMahon guy.

It's so funny that I've seen his name everywhere yet I had no idea what he looked like. Well, now I know XD

So we're told the father as well as the two oldest sons of the Gretcher family were killed because of infighting, yet it looks like the youngest member is still a baby.

Those are some interesting family dynamics. Were the sons mentioned this woman's sons, or was one her husband? Or was the boss her father and the sons her brothers? Also, interesting pin on the lapel there.

Similarly, this suit Yor is wearing is the only piece of clothing aside from her office clothes that doesn't have the rose-shaped buttons everything else she wears has.

The guy goes like yo will that Forger woman be enough and McMahon looks like he's like bruh you have no idea. She may be just one but she's enough for twenty.

The little kid is so cute. I felt touched when Olka said that he probably recognizes her as his mother from her voice and her scent.

Olka asks for a favour, to be let out for a bit, and Yor is kind and empathetic enough to indulge her. Most other bodyguards wouldn't be so lenient. Though I guess this is what, in the end, causes her to be caught...

Anya is being Anya.

One (1) stomach ulcer acquired.

I loved how they put shadows on his face for this part.

He's fully prepared to treat the ship as a place where he may be attacked, and to gather as much intelligence as he can for his surroundings. That is, until Anya reminds him why they're there.

And he takes it upon himself to have the most fun ever! For the mission!

I think we will all lose our minds when this man bursts into genuine, uncontrollable laughter. We're clowning him now but when such real emotion bursts out of him I think we won't be able to handle it.

It's a small moment, and it's shown in a comedic way, but it's also heartbreaking to know how he genuinely doesn't know how to have fun. What does this man enjoy watching? What music does he like? What foods are his favourites? We don't know, and the sad part is, he doesn't either. Twilight has no identity and thus no preferences, no profile and no favourite things.

Leave it to me to take a humorous scene and turn it into crying about Twilight hours.

At least Twilight isn't the only one lying to himself. Like two peas in a pod, they're trying to distance themselves from the family. Meanwhile Anya and Bond are like "They are my fambly and I'll love them forever :3"

She looks so cute! And I love Olka's comment about how Loid wouldn't recognize her, lmao if only you knew.

You kind of feel for Olka. Regardless of whether she was born or married into the criminal family, it's the kind of life you can't leave easily. And I mean, morality issues aside, Yor's hands are not clean either, so it was sweet to see them bond, and to even have Olka entrust her with Gram's real name.

Sadly, this move of trust is what caught the attention of dude with long beard and impressive hearing.

Just like the way Franky describes Garden assassins, this guy looks to have some supernatural levels of hearing and comprehending, since he's monitoring dozens of listening devices at the same time and still manages to hear one word that tips him off to who his target is posing as.

Overall, an amazing introduction to this new arc! I'm so excited to see the plot and the characters develop, and especially some long-overdue focus on Yor! It's promising a lot of action and character and even humor with Anya dealing with a "gotta relax and have fun!" Loid. Can't wait :D

#Spy x Family #sxf reaction

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