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Val is in 6th place*
Several DP rogues are directly under her on the leaderboard, some spots varying and some staying the same.**
Dash holds spot 15 pretty regularly, though sometimes his ranking slips when some of the tougher rogues show up
More of the rogues are scattered below Dash, some holding their spots consistently and some battling it out within a certain few places and constantly trading spots amongst themselves
Jason first came to the 25th monthly tournament. Lady Amy extended invitations to the other city ghosts to send their champions to compete. Only Lady Gotham responded at first, knowing Jason would get enrichment and enjoyment out of it. She was so proud of him for knocking Val out of the top 5 (she previously held the 5th spot) and taking 5th for himself.
The next month, Jason brought Harley along. Harley loved it, and comes back whenever she has time. She holds onto spot 8 pretty consistently whenever she competes. Harley brings Pam along half the time, and Pam either cheers from the stands while chatting with Sam and/or Undergrowth or participates herself. Pamâs placing wildly varies depending on whoâs fighting that month. Sheâs usually somewhere in the top 10, though.
The month after, Jason brought Damian. He loved it too, and the two now have âmonthly bondingâ scheduled which is really just their joint trip to the Necrosis Arena.
After hearing about how much Lady Gothamâs knight, her harlequin, and her environmentalist loved it, Sir Metropolis decided to send a knight of his own. Superman so often had to hold back in fights. He might enjoy letting loose.
Superman was shocked to learn about his city spirit, but was willing to attend the tournament. After figuring out that yes, he really can let loose here, he slowly climbed through the ranks. Jasonâs not afraid to bust out the kryptonite, and he respects Val and Sam a lot so he lent them some, so Clark can never beat those three. And he absolutely canât beat the Phantom trio. So heâs usually around 7th or 8th on the charts, though he shows up maybe twice a year since heâs usually too busy. Superman agreed to keep the fights a secret because he knew the JL would try to shut them down.
By the 30th monthly tournament, other cities had started sending heroes and villains alike. At that point, it escapes containment and people found out. It became the worst kept secret in the hero and villain community. Knowing the issues this might cause, Lady Amy enforced a truce. Any travelers heading to or from the Necrosis Arena were under immunity, and anyone attempting to harm them would be banned from the tournament and unable to find the tournament until they agreed to keep the truce. If a hero made a mistake, not realizing the villain was traveling there, they were quickly forgiven. But if they truly could not keep the truce, they ended up banned from Amity entirely.
And actually, the heroes saw the benefit in that too. Villains who were in it for the love of violence ended up massively decreasing villainous activities because they got their fill at the Necrosis Arena, especially because they could stay and participate in the regular, non-tournament battles. There were people who had standing challenges with each other, ready to throw down at a momentâs notice when the other needed a fight due to bloodlust or whatever. Mostly, Lady Amy tried to pair up villains, but the Phantom trio also agreed to be on call if need be. They could even set up duplicates and let the duplicates âdie dramaticallyâ (complete with special effects) to fulfill the bloodlust for villains who truly needed to watch someone die.
And after a bloodlust episode like that, they were usually sent to the Arenaâs resident therapist, Dr. Jasmine Fenton. She had a wonderful reputation for helping villains learn to process their emotions in non-violent ways, even fully rehabilitating a few of them.
The heroes, on the other hand, viewed the Arena as training. People with all kinds of powers (or none at all, just martial arts training) participated, giving them all types of combat practice. Plus, there were no stakes other than placement on a chart (except in the yearly tournament). They also took young protégés there to train in a low stakes environment, while also showing them how violent this job can get and asking if this is what they really want to do.
Word of the Necrosis Arena never reached non-hero/villain-associated civilian ears, thankfully. Lady Amy didnât want this outlet for violence to turn into a public spectacle or a cash grab via betting - in fact, sheâd strictly forbidden betting among Amity civilians whoâd chosen not to participate. And the civilians who had heard of it knew better than to spread the word about it.
Eventually, the Necrosis Arena would gain something of a sacred status as a neutral battleground to be used for fun and training. Occasionally, people would settle disputes in one-on-one battles, but those were rare and usually handled somewhere where permanent damage to others had not been magically forbidden by a powerful entity. (Anyone who would have sustained a permanent injury was instead turned intangible by Lady Amyâs magic at the last possible second and declared to have lost the fight. Lady Amyâs magical presence covered the full arena, allowing her to easily accomplish this.) Some wanted that magical protection to avoid harming their enemies permanently while trying to handle situations, though, and so preferred the arena as a battleground to settle things.
However, as the arenaâs prestige and patronage grew, Lady Amyâs power grew, and she was able to set a new system in place. The arena gained a sub-section called the Necrosis Court, where you could set terms and conditions for victory in a battle if you wanted to settle something via combat. For example, if you agreed to never kill again if you lost the fight, and then lost, you would be magically barred by Lady Amyâs power from ever killing again, a power backed by the city spirits who would help reinforce her spells when the subjects of them came to their cities.
Use of the Necrosis Court wasnât common, though. Trial by combat had fallen out of favor, and was mostly used in extreme circumstances. However, Jason did manage to magically stop the Joker from killing people or indirectly causing someoneâs death ever again, which was very impressive. It took a lot to get him to agree to that, and Jason had had to agree to let the Joker kill him again if he lost. Thankfully, he didnât. The fight wasnât even close; Jason had a lot on the line and fought like hell for it. Every Gotham hero and villain attended the fight, and they all rejoiced at the outcome, especially when they realized that the magical effects of the contract would force it to be kept. None of the Gotham villains were ever stupid enough to agree to something that drastic as a condition again, though. The Necrosis Court rarely saw use, but its use was certainly effective.
Most of the use of the Necrosis Arena was for fun and training, though. And Lady Amy enjoyed having it stay that way. As did the rest of the combat community. After all, thereâs nothing quite like a fight to the death where no one can actually die.
*In the yearly tournament, Amity Parkers like Val rarely win. You can only win once before being barred to avoid someone claiming the massively coveted prize year after year, and they donât want to be barred from the biggest fight of the year. So those who can win a top spot usually throw the fight once they reach the top ~20. Those who are there for the love of the fight will challenge those who reach the top spots to fun one v one battles the next day, but let those who are there for the prize actually compete to win it.
**As a side note, the board placement reflects who actively fought that month. They do keep notes next to the placements about previous title holders though. Basically, if Superman didnât fight that month but was in 7th the last time he fought, under the personâs name in 7th is âSupermanâ in small letters. Sometimes thereâs like 5 people who hold a small letter title under a spot, since they all each held that location the last time they fought but hadnât fought in a while. Thereâs no limit on the small names under a position, and itâs always interesting when all of the small names show up at once. People love to see which 7th place holder is the true 7th place fighter. Those fights are always a hit.
DPxDC #14
Amity Park has been irrevocably changed due to the portal. The town is seeped with ectoplasm. The citizens have become liminal.
Amity Park has gained sentience, gained its own city spirit. Lady Amity, Lady Amy for short. Lady Amy has made sure that the needs of her people are being met.
Liminals need enrichment. So she created a coliseum, named Necrosis Arena. Citizens can fight whenever and whoever, even those from the realms. There is even a monthly tournament, open to all. The winner receives a weapon or something of equal value. In the yearly tournament, however, the winner can get anything they want (within reason) from the Ghost King.
Necrosis Arena has a leaderboard of the top 50 list of all fights. And a dedicated stats board for the top 10.
Talks about the coliseum break containment of Amity Park and reach the ears of the JL/JLD. Several people are sent out to investigate.
When the league gets to the coliseum they see something they never thought they would. There on the leaderboard in the number 5 spot is the name Jason Todd-Wayne - Red Hood, Knight of Lady Gotham. And coming in at number 25 Damian Al Ghul-Wayne - Robin, Knight of Lady Gotham.
#Iâm either writing this or begging you to send me your version#please please please write this and send me your version Iâm begging you#long post#I really got into the lore lmao
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just the tip (one-shot)
summary: you're ready to take the next step with logan, but you're still a bit nervous. pairing: old man!logan x fem!reader content warnings: explicit smut (18+, mdni), inexperienced reader, missionary, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, logan can't control himself, implied age gap (but no mention of age), no use of y/n. word count: 3k a/n: ok, this is yet another one-shot of complete old man logan filth. it never really is just the tip, is it? đ€ i'm just so obsessed with logan and can't figure out which version of him i want to write on most days lol. honestly, idk where this idea originated from, but here we are... i just have a fantasy of old man logan showing me the ropes ya know... anyway, hope you enjoy! đââïž
Logan doesnât know what he did in this life to ever deserve you. Someone so sweet, so patient, so kind, so pure. He doesnât even know why someone like you would ever be interested in someone like him. He knows heâs no longer in his prime â his hair now a gray shade, beard overgrown with more gray than brown, crowâs feet at the corners of his eyes, wrinkles around his face.Â
And you⊠Youâre obviously much younger than him â everyone is much younger than him â but your innocence and your purity makes you seem so much younger than you really are, despite being very mature for your age. You smile so sweetly at him, gaze at him with such kind eyes that he doesnât ever feel deserving of you.Â
But you had approached him first. All shy and unlike the rest of the girls in your group the night that you both met. You seemed so out of place, like maybe you had just been dragged along for the night because you were quiet, reserved, even when you had three drinks and one shot of tequila already.Â
The rest of your group was loud, outfits way too revealing that everyone had eyes on them. They craved and yearned for the attention, but you were fine with being in the background. This wasnât usually how you spent most Friday nights, but your friends had convinced you and you owed one of them a favor.Â
You werenât the prettiest in the group and you certainly never got the attention of anyone else when you were with them, but you didnât mind. Your friends never made you feel less than you were, always the ones to reassure you and give you the confidence that you lacked.Â
And that night was no different. They had given you the confidence to approach Logan who was keen on spending just a couple of hours drinking his problems and nightmares away. Alone.Â
But when you sat next to him and flashed him that sweet smile paired with those kind eyes, Logan knew he wouldnât have the strength to turn away from you. He tried to act like he wasnât interested, tried to act like talking to you was an inconvenience, but it never deterred you. Instead, you remained seated next to him all throughout the night even well past the time the bar was closing.Â
âYour friends left you,â Logan told you.Â
âThat usually is the plan,â you admitted.Â
His head tilted. âThe plan is to go home with a stranger? Sounds dangerous if you ask me, bub.â
âI donât usually do this.âÂ
âDo what?âÂ
âGo home with a stranger.âÂ
âAinât going home with me,â Logan whispered. âI donât do this either. Too old for this, actually.â
Logan didnât miss the way your face fell at his words. All night, he kept asking himself why did you pick him? What was so special about him that you decided to spend the rest of your night talking to him?Â
âIf I did invite you back to my apartment, would you say yes?â You asked quietly, your kind eyes now filled with hope.Â
âDonât think thatâs a good idea, sweetheart.âÂ
Sweetheart.Â
You didnât push him, wanted to respect his decision and his boundaries. So instead, you grabbed a napkin off the bar counter and a sharpie before writing your name and phone number. âCall me?â
âSure,â Logan lied, staring down at the napkin.Â
Once outside the bar, you pulled out your phone. âWell, I better call a Lyft now. It was really great talking with you, Logan.âÂ
âLet me take you home at least,â he muttered.Â
âOh, you donât have to.âÂ
âIâm a driver,â he chuckled lowly. âIf you called a Lyft, thereâs a high chance that itâd be me who takes you home anyway.âÂ
âOkay,â you smiled up at him and Logan felt his heart race even faster at the sight.Â
And since then, you and Logan had developed a friendship that soon turned physical. Heavy make out sessions and lingering touches, but you hadnât taken that extra step, hadnât gone the full distance.Â
â
âI think Iâm ready,â you tell him, hands resting on his shoulders as you sit on his lap.Â
âFor?â Logan asks, head tilting as his strong hands rest on your upper thighs.Â
âTo have sex with you.âÂ
Logan clears his throat, can feel his manhood stir beneath his pants. He stares into your eyes, tries to search for any uncertainty but you look determined. You look like youâve made up your mind.Â
âSweetheart,â he sighs. âYou know Iâm fine with what weâve been doing. I donât want to push you or make you feel like you need to do this for me. Weâll go at your pace.â
âI trust you,â you admit quietly. âIâm not⊠experienced like other women my age should be, butââ
âInexperienced or not, I donât care about that.â Logan lifts you off his lap and sets you on the couch instead, his hands immediately moving to cover the center of his pants. âWe donât have toââ
âI want this, Logan. I want you. All of you.â You bite your lower lip and move to settle on your knees on the couch, staring up at him. âIâm not a virgin, but I havenât been with many men before.âÂ
Loganâs eyes narrow at you. âOh, that so?â He isnât sure why he feels jealous at your words, imagining other men who've had you in their bed. Heâs had a taste of you, knows exactly what to do to get you to come and youâve done the same to him. And yet, he hasnât had you in a way these other men have.Â
You nod at him, so innocent and pure written on your features. He can sense your nervousness, but he can also smell your arousal. It hits his senses all at once and his gaze darkens. âI just donât want to disappoint you.âÂ
âOh, sweetheart,â Logan smirks. âIâve seen the way you suck my cock,â he growls. âYou ainât gonna disappoint me.âÂ
You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, feel the wetness begin to settle between your legs, dampening your panties at his words. You loved when he would talk dirty to you; it only excited you even more. âYâ You like that, huh?âÂ
Logan nods and stands up from the couch, lifting you into his arms without issue. âOf course,â he whispers, taking you to his bedroom as he walks into the room with you in his arms. âI love the fact that you like doing it too.âÂ
You nod in agreement. âI do love it.âÂ
Logan grins and sets you on his bed, watching as you prop yourself on your hands with your lower lip pulled between your teeth. And he wants so badly to respond and tell you that he loves you, but he doesnât. Everyone that heâs ever loved was taken from him, so he doesnât say anything.Â
âI know, youâre like a crazed animal.â Logan chuckles.Â
You pout up in his direction and gently reach out to tug on the waistband of his pants, pulling him to stand between your legs as your free hand moves to massage his crotch.Â
âSee what I mean?â He groans, hardening even further with every graze of your hand. Logan gently takes your hand from him and shakes his head, lifting you further up the bed as he climbs atop of you. âYou sure about this?âÂ
You nod and move your hands to rest on his chest, feeling the muscle flex beneath your fingertips. âYes,â you say almost breathlessly. âIâm just a bit nervous.âÂ
Loganâs gaze softens and he looks down at you. You had broken through his hard exterior, had nestled your way into his heart, and even Charles had taken notice. You make him feel young again, like not all of the worldâs responsibilities are weighing heavy on his shoulders. With you, he feels free, at peace. You manage to quiet all of the voices in his head, but heâd never tell you that.Â
âWeâll go at your pace,â he whispers, moving his hand down your side.Â
âIâm just nervous I wonât be able to take all of you,â you admit.Â
Logan chuckles and leans back on his knees to gently tug down your shorts and panties. He tosses it carelessly to the side and instantly, he smells your arousal hit his senses. He looks down at your lower half, sex glistening with your wetness. âItâll fit,â he says lowly, hands moving up your legs. âWeâll make sure it does.âÂ
âMaybe just start with the tip?â you ask, grabbing the ends of your oversized t-shirt above your head. You lie back down, hair splaying on his pillows as your body is now fully exposed and on full display for him.
Logan nods, pulling off his white tank-top over his head. He stands up momentarily to push down his pants, his manhood now standing at attention and leaking at the tip. He reaches down and strokes himself once, twice, before he settles himself between your legs.Â
âGonna get you ready for me first,â Logan whispers, his large hand splaying over your abdomen as it slides down towards where you need him the most. He hovers above you, lips resting just near your ear as he slowly slides his middle finger past your folds. It slides in with ease, your slickness allowing for easy entry. Logan gently nips on your earlobe, grunting in your ear as you let out a quiet whimper at the intrusion.Â
âLogan,â you moan quietly, moving a hand to rest on his large bicep, gripping it tightly. This isnât the first time Loganâs fingered you, but the anticipation of whatâs to come has you clenching around his digit unintentionally.Â
âAlready so wet fâme,â he whispers into your ear, slowly adding another digit into your depths. Logan ruts against the mattress, trying to find his own relief as he slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out of you.Â
You turn your head and bury your face against the crook of his neck, teeth grazing against his skin. âLogan,â you whimper, gasping quietly as you feel another digit enter you.Â
âThatâs three already, sweetheart,â Logan growls as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. When he feels your teeth gently bite down on his neck, he groans, thrusting his three digits inside of you as he begins to curl his fingers within your depths. âCome fâme, honey.â
âLogan, Iââ you shut your eyes tightly and arch your back, your breasts pushing against his chest. Your walls tighten even further around his digits, your hips rolling upwards as you ride out your high.Â
Logan smirks and pulls back slowly, looking down at you as your chest heaves up and down. He pulls his fingers from you and looks down at it, his digits glistening with your arousal. He brings it to his lips and sucks your arousal from his fingers, eyes staring into your own once your eyes open. âReady?âÂ
You nod, biting your lower lip in anticipation. âJust the tip, okay?â
âSure, sweetheart.â Logan says, leaning back on his knees as he reaches down to grasp onto the base of his manhood. He leans in closer, running his tip along the length of your sex, applying pressure to your bundle of nerves.
You look down between your legs and bite your lower lip. The sight of him holding onto the base of his length as he rubs his tip up and down the length of your sex, until his tip catches against your opening. âLoganâŠâ you whimper, reaching out for him but he just uses his free hand to grab a hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head.Â
Slowly, Logan pushes his tip into you, feeling your tight walls immediately surround him. He groans and then pulls back, running his tip once more along you. Loganâs grip around your wrists tighten, pressing them further into the mattress as he pushes his tip â and only his tip â inside of your depths. Logan looks down and slowly pushes further into you, hearing you quietly gasp as a few more inches past his tip enter you.
âLogan, wait, babyââÂ
Logan growls and then suddenly slams all the way into you in one stroke. The warmth of your walls surround him, so tight and so wet as his lower half presses firmly against yours. âFuck,â he groans, his now free hand coming up to rest on your cheek.Â
You feel your toes curl at the intrusion â nothing Logan did would have ever prepared you for the size of him. You can feel every inch and vein of his length inside of you, throbbing and stretching you. Itâs so much, all at once, that when he pulls back only to thrust back in all the way, it causes your eyes to flutter.Â
âI saidââ you moan. âStart with the tipâŠâ
âCouldnât help myself,â he groans, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. âYou feel so good around me, sweetheart.â Logan feels your legs wrap around his waist, your ankles locking together at his lower back.Â
You nod in agreement, tears stinging your eyes. Loganâs so deep and itâs unlike anything youâve ever felt before. You keep your eyes open and trained on him. He hadnât removed his glasses, now staring at you from the top of his glasses. You try to wiggle your hands free, but Loganâs grip just tightens even further.Â
âLogan, oh god,â you moan, his slow thrusts now picking up speed. He pulls out to his tip and then slams back into you, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. His hand moves from your cheek to grip your hip, fingertips digging into the meat of your flesh.Â
He knows that he probably wonât last any longer, the feeling of your tight walls gripping him, the way heâs easily sliding in and out of your depths due to how wet you are for him. Itâs in moments like this where he doesnât know why you still stick around, why you still continue to choose him. Logan releases your hands and grips your hips in both hands, pulling back to look down at you. Logan continues to thrust into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echo off the walls of his room.Â
Your hands immediately move to grip his sheets and he can feel your walls begin to tremble once more, can feel you begin to tighten around his length. Logan groans, eyes moving along your frame, his gaze lingering at the sight of your breasts bouncing with each sharp thrust he delivers. He knows his grip around your hips will leave marks and the thought of you walking around, going about your day with marks of him suddenly makes him feel territorial, suddenly has this desire to make everyone know that youâre his.Â
âLogan, Iâm gonnaââÂ
âYeah, baby,â he groans. âI know, come fâme.âÂ
And just on cue, your legs tighten even further around his waist as your walls tighten around his length. He can feel you shaking, can feel just a rush of wetness. âLogan!âÂ
He groans. Heâd never get tired of hearing his name escape your lips at the height of pleasure. Loganâs hips stutter, feeling a tightness build in the pit of his stomach as he chases his own release. He releases your hips to rest his hands on the mattress near your head, slamming his hips into yours â once, twice, three times before he releases inside of you, his seed filling you. He should have asked first, should have thought about using a condom, but when he pulls out of you and watches his seed trickle out of you, the guilt disappears immediately.Â
You stare up at him and then follow his gaze down between your legs, watching his spend come out of you and drop down onto his mattress, staining his sheets. âYouâll have to wash these now,â you tease, your voice almost breathless.Â
âWorth it,â he whispers, leaning down and gently pecking your lips.Â
âWas thatâ Was I okay?â you ask quietly, your hands slowly moving to his hair.Â
âOh, sweetheart,â Logan says softly. âWeâre gonna be doing more of that.â
 An excitement flickers in your eyes and you grin, leaning up on your elbows to gently capture his lips with your own. âAnd just so weâre clear⊠I donât mind that you came inside.âÂ
Logan pulls back and looks down at you. âYeah?âÂ
âYeah,â you nod. âI like knowing that I can still feel you.âÂ
Logan smirks and he can feel himself slowly begin to get hard again. His regenerative powers arenât all that quick anymore, so heâs surprised that his manhood is stirring awake, yearning for you yet again.Â
âNext time we do this,â you begin quietly. âCan I ride you?âÂ
Logan groans as he moves his hips, his tip slowly brushing against you. He slowly lies on his back and reaches down to stroke himself, eyes running across your frame. âCome on, then.âÂ
âWait,â you bite your lower lip. âYouâreâ How?âÂ
âYou make it easy,â he winks, reaching out to gently tap your hip. âTake what you need, sweetheart.â
You move to straddle his hips and Logan looks down to see his release trickle out of you, dripping onto the hair at his base. He stares up at you, feeling you slide down his length and he watches you tilt your head back, a moan escaping your lips. Logan bites his lower lip, hands moving to your hips as he gazes up at you. Logan knows that youâre way out of his league, that you deserve to be with someone closer to your age, but fuck â heâs going to keep you for as long as you allow.Â
Because Logan knows that heâs so deep in his feelings for you that he wonât ever choose to let you go.Â
And now, as youâre slowly rocking your hips, heâs going to keep this image in his mind until the day he dies.Â
His girl. His.
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Can you please write dumb/subtle/random/cute things batboys will do while they are crushing on reader?
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BRUCE WAYNE
becomes overly observant but awkwardly obvious
bruce wayne is a master of observationâtrained to notice the smallest details in a room, a person, or a crime scene. but when it comes to you, this skill becomes more of a curse than a blessing. his crush transforms his usual precision into something downright awkward as he hyper-focuses on the tiniest parts of your life.
it starts innocently enough. youâll be in the middle of a casual conversation when bruce interrupts, his deep voice breaking through your train of thought.
âyouâve switched your coffee order recently,â he says matter-of-factly, his piercing blue eyes locking on yours.
you blink, momentarily confused. âuh, yeah. i wanted to try something different.â
âitâs good,â he replies, his tone completely serious, as if your new preference for caramel flavored coffee over vanilla is a critical observation.
sometimes his comments catch you so off guard that you donât even know how to respond. like the time you came into the room wearing a pair of old sneakers. bruce, who was leaning against the kitchen counter sipping his coffee, glanced down and said, âthose laces are frayed. you should replace them.â
you laughed nervously, unsure if he was joking. âuh, thanks for the tip?â
but bruce wasnât joking. âiâll send alfred to pick up new ones. you donât want them snapping mid-step.â
he tries to play it cool, he really does, but his constant streak of seemingly random observations only makes his feelings more obvious. one afternoon, you find him glancing at your notebook while you jot something down. without even looking at you, he says, âyou press harder with the pen when youâre tired. your handwritingâs smaller today.â
you set your pen down, giving him a skeptical look. âdo you . . . keep track of my handwriting, bruce?â
his face doesnât change, though you swear his ears flush the faintest shade of pink. âno,â he says smoothly, taking a sip of his coffee. âitâs just. . . noticeable.â
itâs the way he says itâquiet and genuineâthat sends your heart fluttering. he doesnât realize how much heâs revealing, but his small, awkward comments and laser focus on the details of your life make it abundantly clear.
the funny thing is, youâre not the only one noticing. alfred, whoâs known bruce wayne longer than anyone, often raises an eyebrow or hides a knowing smirk whenever bruce starts one of his ârandomâ observations.
( âperhaps master wayne should focus on his own handwriting.â bruce glares at alfred, but his lack of a comment only makes the butlerâs smirk grow wider. )
finds excuses to be helpful
bruceâs wealth is something he wields with the subtlety of a battering ram when heâs crushing on someone. his intentions are goodâhe genuinely wants to helpâbut it often comes off as over-the-top or hilariously unnecessary. for someone as logical and composed as the bat, using his money to make your life easier feels like a no-brainer, but he doesnât realize just how obvious it makes his feelings.
it starts small at first. you might casually mention needing to replace somethingâyour laptop is acting up or your phone is outdated. the next day, without fail, a box will mysteriously appear at your doorstep. inside, youâll find not just a replacement but the absolute best version of the device, meticulously selected and clearly expensive.
âbruce,â you say, holding up the latest model of a WE laptop you canât imagine ever affording on your own. âdid you do this?â
he looks up from his work, his expression calm and unbothered. âitâs practical,â he says, as if thatâs a reasonable excuse for gifting you a piece of technology worth more than your rent. âyour old one was slow. itâs inefficient to struggle with outdated equipment.â
when you try to protest, he waves it off, as though spending thousands of dollars on you is no more different than buying a cup of coffee.
but it doesnât stop there. one morning, youâre sitting in the kitchen with him, absently complaining about how your car keeps breaking down. itâs an offhanded comment, something you donât think twice about, but bruce takes it as a challenge. by the time youâve finished your coffee, heâs already pulled out his phone to make arrangements.
âwait,â you interrupt him, narrowing your eyes as you catch him murmuring something to alfred over the phone. âwhat are you doing?â
ânothing,â he replies too quickly, but later that day, youâre startled to find a sleek new car parked outside your home, the keys and a handwritten note from the butler sitting on your counter.
âbruce!â you exclaim, storming into the study to confront him.
he doesnât even look up from his computer. âyour old car was unreliable. this one is safer.â
âthatâs not the point!â
âitâs just a car,â he says with a small shrug, though thereâs a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth.
despite his attitude, itâs clear heâs putting an incredible amount of thought into everything he does for you. his gestures are less about showing off his wealth and more about making sure you never have to struggle, even in the smallest ways. because to him, itâs just logicalâhe has the resources, so why wouldnât he use them to make your life easier?
DICK GRAYSON
finds excuses to touch you
for someone as physically expressive as dick grayson, touch comes as naturally as breathingâbut when heâs crushing on you, itâs a whole new level. heâs not even aware of how much he does it at first, but the moments start to add up. itâs little things at first: the way he always seems to find a reason to brush his hand against yours, the casual way his shoulder bumps into you when youâre walking side by side, or the way heâll lean close when heâs explaining something, his hand ghosting over yours as he gestures.
but then, it becomes less about the accidental and more about the intentional. when youâre sitting on the couch together, heâll sling an arm over the back of it, his fingers close enough to brush against your shoulder. heâll offer his hand when youâre stepping out of a car or climbing over something, even if you donât need it, the contact lingers just a second longer than necessary.
âcareful,â heâll say, his voice soft and teasing, even though the step youâre taking isnât remotely precarious.
âyou know i can walk, right?â
he grins, squeezing your hand briefly before letting it go. âjust being chivalrous.â
and then, there are the moments when he gets so wrapped up in the conversation or your presence that he doesnât even realize what heâs doing. like the time you were sitting together, and he absentmindedly started playing with the hem of your sleeve. it wasnât until you cleared your throat that he looked down, startled, his ears turning pink as he quickly let go.
âsorry,â he mumbled, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. âdidnât realize i was doing that.â
but the blush on his cheeks told you everything you needed to know.
for dick, touch is a way of expressing what words sometimes fail to say. every hand on your shoulder, every playful nudge, and every lingering hug is his way of saying, i like being near you. i like you. even if he hasnât quite found the courage to say it out loud, his actions make it impossible to miss.
teases you relentlessly (but gets flustered when you tease him back)
teasing is how dick shows affection, how he keeps things light, and, more than anything, how he tries to get your attention. when heâs crushing on you, though, his teasing takes on a new level. every little thing you do seems to give him material to poke fun at, not in a mean way, but in a way that makes it clear heâs paying attention to everything about you.
if you trip over a word while talking, heâll immediately smirk. âcareful there, shakespeare,â heâll quip. âdo we need to enroll you in a public speaking class?â or if you drop something, heâs ready with a dramatic gasp. âwow, butterfingers, do you need me to carry everything for you? i could be your personal assistant, but i charge by the hour.â
itâs playful, yes, but itâs also consistent. heâs always looking for ways to make you laugh, even if itâs at your own expense. like the time you were struggling to open a stubborn jar of jam, and he swooped in, popping the lid off with ease.
âguess iâm just the stronger one here,â he said, flexing his biceps with an exaggerated grin. âitâs okay; not everyone can have these guns.â
but if you so much as raise an eyebrow or fire back with your own jab, the tables turn in an instant. one day, after heâd spent a full five minutes teasing you about your choice of coffee ( âa triple-shot vanilla latte with almond milk? fancy. are you sure you donât need a royal escort to carry it for you?â ), you finally snapped back.
âoh, and i suppose youâre the coffee expert, mr. regular black coffee? real creative. i bet the baristas have your order memorized.â
the grin on his face faltered for a split second, his eyes widening just slightly. then came the blushâthe faint pink hue creeping up his cheeks as he tried to recover, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
âhey, black coffee is . . . classic,â he mumbled, suddenly unable to meet your gaze.
and thatâs the thing about dick grayson: as much as he loves dishing it out, he canât always handle it when itâs directed at him. the moment you tease him back, especially if itâs about something heâs sensitive about (like his perfectly styled hair or his need to one-up everyone), he turns into an awkward, flustered mess.
âyou spend how long on your hair every morning?â you asked him once, teasingly ruffling his carefully combed locks after he made fun of the mismatched socks you were wearing.
he froze, his hand shooting up to fix the damage. âitâs not that long,â he protested, his voice defensive but light.
âoh, come on! i bet you use at least three different products. donât tell me you donât have a favorite brand of gel.â
his cheeks flushed crimson as he stammered, âiâyou know, itâs just . . . maintenance! canât all of us roll out of bed looking flawless, okay?â
you laughed, and he groaned, muttering something under his breath about how you were âway too good at this.â
JASON TODD
acts nonchalant but is always nearby
jason todd is many thingsâbrash, sarcastic, sometimes even recklessâbut when it comes to feelings he doesnât fully understand, he defaults to keeping his distance . . . or at least pretending heâs keeping his distance. the truth is, when heâs crushing on you, heâs drawn to you like a moth to a flame, always finding an excuse to be wherever you are without making it obvious. or so he thinks.
take your quiet sunday afternoons, for instance. maybe youâve settled on the couch with a book, enjoying the rare peace. jason walks in, all nonchalant, like heâs just passing through. he glances at youâjust a quick flick of his eyes, like heâs making sure youâre still thereâand then he settles in the chair across from you, a spot he never uses otherwise.
âwhat are you doing?â you ask, watching as he pulls out a book of his own, the same one heâs been pretending to read for weeks.
he doesnât even look up. âreading.â
you roll your eyes but say nothing, knowing full well heâs barely getting through a page. you can feel his gaze on you every few minutes, like heâs trying to memorize the way your brow furrows in concentration or how you chew on the corner of your lip when youâre focused. and if you catch him? he quickly snaps his attention back to his book, pretending obliviousness.
âdidnât know you liked this spot so much,â you tease, gesturing to the chair.
a smirk plays on the edge of his lips, though thereâs a flicker of defensiveness in his eyes. âwhat, i canât sit here now? thought it was a free country.â
itâs always like thatâhis attempts to mask how much he cares come with a side of sarcasm. but the truth slips through in the little details. like how he never actually leaves the room until you do. or how, even when youâre sitting in silence, he finds a reason to linger. maybe heâs scrolling through his phone, flipping through a magazine, or staring at the ceiling like heâs deep in thought. but really, heâs just soaking in your presence.
and then there are the times when he doesnât even bother pretending. like when youâre sitting in the kitchen, finishing up some work, and he wordlessly sits down across from you, arms crossed and chin propped in his hand.
âwhat?â you ask, glancing up at him.
ânothing,â he replies, though the slight curve of his lips gives him away.
itâs not that jason is afraid to admit he likes you ( although there is a possibility he is but we donât talk about that )âitâs just that he doesnât know how. so instead, he hovers. he sticks close enough to feel like heâs part of your world but not so close that he risks giving himself away. so while he might act nonchalant, the truth is, heâs anything but. every glance, every lingering moment, every excuse to be near you is jasonâs way of saying he caresâhe just hasnât found the words yet.
fixes things you didnât even know were broken
jasonâs way of showing he cares is a little unconventional, but itâs always in the small, unspoken ways. heâs the type to notice things that no one else wouldâthings that have been lingering for ages in the background of your life, just waiting for someone to fix them. but because itâs jason, heâll never bring it up. heâll just do it, no questions asked, and then act like it never happened.
it starts with the little things. your chair in the living room? itâs been squeaking for months now, but itâs not something youâve gotten around to fixing. itâs one of those annoyances youâve learned to ignore, a piece of background noise that doesnât really bother you enough to take action.
until one day, it suddenly stops.
you sit down in the chair, and for the first time in ages, itâs silent. your eyes narrow. you didnât fix thisâso who did?
âjason?â you ask, glancing toward him as he lounges on the couch, pretending to be deep in whatever heâs doing.
he doesnât even look up. âwhat?â
âthe chair. itâs. . . quiet now.â
he pauses for just a moment, but itâs enough to catch the shift in his demeanor. he shrugs, barely concealing the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âmustâve gotten lucky. or maybe it fixed itself.â
you know it didnât. but before you can press him on it, heâs already back to whatever he was doing, like the whole thing is no big deal. itâs almost as if heâs trying to play it off, hoping you wonât notice that heâs been quietly fixing things in your life, one at a time.
the next thing happens a few days later. you walk into the kitchen, only to find that the light above the sink, the one that flickers every time you try to use it, is now working. perfectly.
you stop, standing in the doorway and just staring at it. thereâs no way you fixed it. and it certainly wasnât broken enough to need replacing. so once again, you turn your gaze to jason, whoâs now sitting at the kitchen table, eating a snack and acting entirely uninterested in your investigation.
âjason, did youâ?â
âno,â he interrupts and continues watching the video essay he turns on every time he eats.
âuh-huh,â you say, narrowing your eyes, walking toward the light and testing the switch again just to make sure youâre not imagining things. it stays steady, glowing without hesitation.
heâll never say it out loud, but each fixâeach thoughtful actâspeaks louder than any words could. the broken things donât matter, because jason is here, fixing them in his own way, piece by piece.
TIM DRAKE
gets shy when youâre too close
tim drake is usually the picture of composure. heâs calm, collected, and can handle himself in just about any situation, but when youâre too close, all that confidence seems to slip away. it starts small. youâre sitting beside him, maybe sharing a space while working on something, and without thinking, you slide just a little bit closer to him. maybe your arm brushes against his, or your knee nudges his under the table.
itâs enough to throw him off, just for a second. his heart rate picks up slightly, and he tries to hide it behind the screen of his laptop, pretending to focus harder than he really is. but he knows, deep down, that heâs hyperaware of you nowâof the way youâre sitting, of the way your presence seems to fill the space between the two of you.
his eyes flicker toward you, but quickly dart away, like heâs afraid you caught him staring. itâs an involuntary reaction, the nervous little shift in his posture as he tries to seem as casual as possible. he clears his throat, his voice slightly quieter than usual. âuh, sorry, was justâjust making sure the laptop was charging.â
itâs obvious to you that heâs not really talking about the laptop. heâs trying to act like itâs no big deal, but every time youâre too close to him, timâs body betrays him. the way his leg shifts a little away from yours under the table, or how he tries to subtly angle his body so thereâs just a little more space between you and him, even if he doesnât want there to be.
you might not notice the subtle movements, but tim does. and every time you get close to him, whether itâs by accident or on purpose, he feels a flutter of nerves that he canât quite explain. itâs not that he doesnât want you near himâfar from itâbut the proximity messes with him in ways he doesnât understand. his thoughts get jumbled, and his usual calmness slips, replaced by the flustered feeling heâs not used to.
if you ever catch him looking at you, his gaze quickly drops, and a soft blush creeps up his neck. âiâi didnât mean toâuh, just making sure youâre not too cramped.â he mutters, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his laptop, anything to distract himself from the fact that heâs suddenly very aware of you being so close.
sometimes, when you get too near, tim will just freeze for a moment. itâs like his body canât process the closeness, and the little awkward silence stretches between you two. itâs not uncomfortableâfar from itâbut itâs a vulnerable thing for tim, this closeness he doesnât know how to handle.
but if you keep talking, or even just touch his arm gently when you lean over to look at something, timâs composure slips even more. he shifts in his seat, trying to act like heâs calm, but his hand might twitch toward yours for just a second before he pulls it away like heâs afraid youâll notice how heâs reacting.
follows you around during patrol
itâs late at night, the moon casting faint silver light across the streets, and the only sounds are the hum of city life and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. youâre out on a walk, maybe trying to clear your head or just enjoy the quiet, unaware that someone is watching you from the shadows. tim, clad in his suit, has been tailing you for a while now. itâs not that heâs trying to be creepy or intrusive, but rather, heâs just . . . concerned.
tim is the kind of person who canât turn off his instincts, and tonight, for whatever reason, theyâre telling him to stay close. heâs perched high above you on a rooftop, watching you walk along the street below, trying to remain unseen. his red robin suit blends into the darkness of the night, the shadows making him nearly invisible to anyone who might be looking.
heâs not sure why heâs doing itâitâs not like youâve asked him to keep an eye on youâbut thereâs something about the quiet stillness of the night that has him on edge. maybe itâs because youâve been a little distant lately, or maybe heâs just worried something might happen to you in the dark. either way, heâs got his eyes on you, and he wonât stop until youâre safely back where you belong.
heâs quick, agile, moving like a shadow himself. you might hear a faint creak of a fire escape ladder or the flurry of footsteps just out of your line of sight, but when you look, thereâs nothing thereâjust the empty street, the soft glow of streetlights, and the ever-present hum of the city.
itâs when you stop for a moment, distracted by somethingâmaybe youâre checking your phone or admiring a nearby storefrontâthat heâs closest. in that moment, tim takes a chance, moving closer to you, just a few feet away in the darkened alley. heâs not trying to startle you, but thereâs something in his gut that tells him he canât let you out of his sight, especially when itâs this late, and the streets feel a little emptier than usual.
heâll hover just out of view, giving you space but never quite leaving you alone. if you keep walking, he follows, keeping his distance but staying close enough to ensure youâre safe. when you stop at a crosswalk or glance around, heâs already a few rooftops away, peering down at you from above, making sure youâre not being followed.
the closer you get to home, the more relaxed tim feels, but he never lets his guard down entirely. even when you reach the safety of your doorstep, he lingers just out of sight, making sure you get inside without any issues. heâll remain in the shadows for a moment longer, watching as you lock the door behind you, ensuring youâre safe before finally letting out a breath he didnât realize he was holding.
only then does he disappear into the night, his heart still racing, his mind replaying the images of your walk. heâll retreat to his hidden vantage point, slipping into the dark corners of gotham once more, but the small weight of relief that youâre safe settles deep in his chest. even though he doesnât want to admit it, thereâs a part of him that feels content knowing youâre okayâeven if youâll never know how closely heâs watched over you.
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The Heart-lifter, ft. Red Velvet Seulgi
tags: blowjob, anal teasing, first time anal
length: 10k
author's note: This fic was built on an idea sent by an anon, and this is a good opportunity to say that even though you can send ideas (complete with a plot or not), I decide whether I'll write it, and if I do end up writing it, I get to decide the way the plot progresses. I hope that won't discourage people from submitting their ideas.
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Seulgi lowers the bill of her cap as she eyes this convenience store for the perfect opportunity for a quick in-and-out snatch.
âFuck, am I really doing this?â Different versions of this question have been running amuck in her head, and for a good reason, too: Seulgi used to be standing on stage with bright lights shining on her, but ever since her agency folded, she was forced to do things that she normally wouldnât (i.e. stealing) just so that she can get her hands on most-needed daily essentials.
Seulgiâs heart races: what if she gets caught? What if the police get involved? What ifâ âAh, fuck it, I donât have any other options.â Her good conscience tries so hard to convince her that there are other options, but no matter how much itâs trying to make Seulgi stop, she simply wonât, and as sheâs approaching the shop, she puts on a mask and zips up her jacket to conceal herself better.
Once sheâs in, she takes a few laps around the shop and takes mental notes of where the desired items are: soju is in the glass fridge at the back, pads and soaps are on the shelves in a nearby aisle, and finally, makeup are on the shelves across in the same aisle. âDo I want snacks as well?â Seulgi tries to estimate the size of the items she wants since they will all need to fit around her body, inside the jacket thatâs not too big to begin with. âMaybe I can fit a pack of Oreo or two,â she thinks.
She stands in front of the big fridge, and the way the glass door is showing her reflection makes her question herself once more. Seulgiâs eyes wander off her target and shift towards her feet. âFuck, mama would be so sad if she knew about this.â
âExcuse me, miss,â a voice snaps her out of her trance, âI want to grab something, so can you please move a little?â Her first instinct is to say sorry and step back, but she manages to stop herself from speaking just in time. Thereâs a possibility that this woman might recognize her based on hearing her voice, so she simply nods and moves away from the fridge.
Seulgi takes a momentary shelter in an aisle thatâs full of instant noodles. Her eyes happen to land on a pack of instant carbonara ramen that she loves. âI used to be able to afford boxes of this thing at once,â she thinks as she holds one in the air. She hears the fridgeâs door closing and guesses that the woman is done grabbing whatever. âAlright, letâs not second-guess this.â
With renewed certainty, she makes her way back to the fridge and, without thinking twice, snatches a bottle of soju. After hiding it inside her jacket, she proceeds to go to another aisle to get some sanitary products. Seulgi has half a dozen items hidden underneath her jacket now, and as tempting as it is to get more stuff, she doesnât want to risk it even further. âThatâs it for now.â Seulgi fast-walks towards the exit, and as luck would have it, a bunch of other people are also about to exit, so if the alarms were to trip, no one would be able to point at her directly.
True enough, the shopâs alarms start blaring as soon as she walks out of the door, but she stays calm so that people wonât be too suspicious. Seulgi immediately makes a left turn into an alley, and that is when she starts running, hugging herself tightly as she does to prevent the stolen items from falling out. âCâmon, Kang Seulgi; you can make it home safely.â
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âThank you so much, miss,â you say as you take a cup of hot chocolate and a triangle kimbap from the server. âOf course, sirâcome back again soon!â With a smile, you step away from the register and make your way towards the exit.
You take a sip from the paper cup, and your body immediately feels the warmth from the hot chocolate that serves as a salvation on this cold night. âOh my God, thatâs so good.â You set your hot chocolate on the hood of your car so that you can shift your attention to this warm triangle on your other hand.
âAlright, letâs see if their spicy tuna is actually spicy,â you say to yourself as you free the kimbap of its packaging. The taste of the first bite makes you let out a sigh of satisfaction; not only is the tuna filling properly spicy, but itâs also very flavorful. âIâm about to fucking bust from this,â you think.
You pull out your phone and take a picture of the cafĂ©âs exteriorâ âOh, Iâm so sorry.â You turn around to see who just hit you. âAre you okay, miss?â You canât see her face, but she gives you some rapid nods. Youâre a little surprised when you see some soaps falling out of her jacket. âLet me grab that for you, miss.â
You bend down and pick up the soaps, but her hands are too busy hugging herself when youâre trying to hand them back. âC-can you put them in my front pockets, please?â You finally hear the womanâs voice. âSure.â You lift the tabs that are covering her pockets and fill each pocket with a bar of soap.
âHereâ" You hear a short static from your earpiece, thus interrupting your speech. âUnit 318, 10-40. 10-20, 102 South Boulevard. 10-21, complainant reports of a theft from the shop theyâre working at. 10-12, await further information.â You keep your eyes on the woman as you wait for the rest of the call. â10-35, suspect is a female, wearing a brown jacket and a cap of similar color.â
The call finishes right as the woman begins walking away from you, but you manage to halt her by gripping her shoulder. âNot so fast, missâwait a moment, please?â You lift the left side of your coat to talk into the radio hidden underneath it. âThis is unit 318â10-4, will respond directly to South Boulevard.â
You pull her closer towards your car, and that is when you see that sheâs shaking. âAre you cold, miss?â She simply shakes her head to your question, still not making eye contact with you. Youâre quite confident that the call was about this woman whoâs standing right in front of you, but obviously you canât just arrest people based on gut feelings alone, so, âMiss, I have some questions for you, so please get in the car.â
With little resistance, the woman enters your car from the back door that youâre opening for her and takes a seat in the back of your police car. Once sheâs seated comfortably, you sit on the driverâs seat and lock the doors. âMiss,â your voice is stern as intended, âwill you please tell me your business, or do I need to take you back to the station first?â âD-do I not have t-the right to remain silent?â You nod as you turn on your siren. âWell, the station it is.â
You havenât driven too far from the spot of arrest when the woman cracks. âO-officer,â she calls to you, âI-I give upâlook, I-Iâll confess.â You make a quick stop on the side of the road. âYes?â From the rear-view mirror, you see that the woman lets go of her jacket, and you see the pile of items hidden underneath it.
âI-I took some stuff from a convenience store.â You try to stay focused despite her curves that have been exposed to your eyes. âThose are daily necessities, arenât they, miss?â She nods. âI-I donât have money, sir, s-so I took them.â âYouâre aware that itâs a crime, arenât you?â She nods again. âP-please, officer, I-I need these things.â You sigh as you think aboutâwait, what is there to think about? Itâs obvious that she has committed a crime. âLook, letâs get to the station firstâwe can talk more there.â âNo, no, noâofficer, please!â
Youâre surprised to see that the woman has taken off her cap and mask. âHuh, Iâve seen you somewhere,â you mindlessly comment, âwait, youâre Kang Seulgiâyouâre a celebrity, arenât you?â The woman promptly breaks eye contact. âI-I was, officer; m-my agency went bankrupt.â âSo, you had to shoplift to get stuff?â She nods. âI-Iâm sorry, I-I shouldâve known better.â You palm your forehead, oddly stressed about the fact that a celebrity (formerly, as she claims) has committed theft for such simple items.
âCan you keep a secret, Miss Kang, because Iâm about to put my career on the line for you.â Youâre a little startled when you feel her wrapping her arms around you from the back seat. âOf course I can, officer; I swear on everything that Iâll keep this between you and me.â You chuckle, and it might have come across as suspicious. âYou donât even know what Iâm about to do, do you?â âW-well, thatâs true,â she takes a moment to think, ây-youâre not going to rape me, are you, officer?â Youâve never heard something that absurd in your life before, especially in your career in the police force. âNo, Iâm notâare you out of your mind?â
You turn your head to the side so that you can see her in your peripheral vision. âWeâre going to go back to the store and return those items,â you start, âafter that, weâre going to go to another store, and Iâll buy you whatever you need.â Seulgi wraps her arms more tightly around you. âYes, officerâthank you so much!â
You start driving again when Seulgi lets go of the hug. âIâm so fucking cooked,â you think, âcanât believe Iâd see a celebrity shoplift.â âOfficer,â you hear her say, âc-can I ask what your name is?â You nod. âKang Hyunwoo, Criminal Investigation,â you briefly introduce yourself, âmy family knows me better as Aiden, though; Iâm of foreign descent, you see.â âWe have the same last name?â You nod again. âThatâs how itâs intended for us.â
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Before long, you arrive at the store Seulgi stole from. âWait here, okay?â You donât wait for an answer and hop out of the car with the stolen goods in your hands. âExcuse me, excuse me,â you say as you make your way towards the front of the line. âHello, my name is Kang Hyunwoo from the Metropolitan Police,â you introduce yourself to the staff, âIâm not too familiar with your system, but Iâm here to return the stolen items.â The staff thanks you for your help and tries giving you a shopping voucher, but you politely decline. âThank you, but that wonât be necessary,â you say.
 You quickly return to your car, and youâre glad to see that Seulgi didnât drive away with your government-issued car. âYou know, officer,â she says, âit was bold of you to leave a criminal alone in a running carâI couldâve driven away.â You chuckle. âI trust you more than Iâd like to admit, Seulgi-yah.â
It is when you get in your seat that you realize that you might have been too friendly with her. âAnyway,â you clear your throat, âwe still have some business at the station.â Seulgiâs face turns sour. âI-I thought you were going to buy me some stuff?â âSorry, but that was a bait.â Seulgi gulps to swallow the anxiety thatâs stuck in her throat. âC-can you just not let me go?â You shake your head. âIâm afraid not.â
âDaddy, please.â
You immediately turn your head towards her. âWhat did you just say?â âPlease donât turn me in, daddy,â she puts quite the emphasis on the name, thus making your jaw drop. âWhat the fuck are you talking aboutâwhy are you calling me that?â Seulgi takes off her jacket, thus exposing the tight-fit top that sheâs wearing and showing you her perfect curves. âGive me a chance to change your mind, daddyâitâll be worth your time, I swear.â âYouâre not giving up your body to escape the law, are you?â Seulgi leans closer towards you, giving you a peek into her cleavage. âNo, daddy; Iâm giving up my body for you.â
âGoodness me,â you think. Youâre oddly and seriously debating whether youâd turn a blind eye to crime in favor of sleeping with the criminal who happens to be a celebrity. âYouâre dangerous, Miss Kang.â Seulgi shakes her head in protest. âStop talking so formally, daddy; Iâm yours for tonight, yâknow.â Youâre so unfocused that you press the ignition button again and shut off the running car. âHeh, I can tell when a guy is sold on an idea.â With red cheeks, you turn on the car again and immediately start driving. âWeâre going to my place, baby.â âOh, thatâs exactly what I want, daddyâyouâre going to take me to your place and fuck me until the sun rises again.â
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âWear your cap and jacket again, Seulgi-yah,â youâve dropped the formality with her, âwouldnât want to be seen running around with a cop, would you?â Seulgi looks at you blankly, making you confused. âYes?â She shakes her head. âNothing.â She puts on her identity concealment instruments as youâve requested and follows you towards your apartment.
Seulgi quickly lets out a wow as she enters your apartment. âWhat a nice apartment.â You chuckle. âIâm sure a celebrity like you lives in a better place than this.â âI used toânot anymore, though,â she corrects you. âFallen from grace, huh?â You say it with your back turned around, so you miss the way Seulgiâs face turns sour when she hears your words, only catching it when you look at her again.
You move to stand in front of her. âSorry, I didnât mean to say it like that.â Seulgi shows you a pretty smile. âItâs okay; I got what you meant.â She tries to hug you but gets confused when she doesnât feel the shape of your body, thus tapping your body to figure out whatâs wrong. âThereâs some equipment underneath my jacket, baby,â you let the name slip out. Seulgi chuckles. âYeah, shouldâve thought about that first.â
You step away from her so that you can take off your jacket, and when itâs off, Seulgi can see your handgun and a pair of handcuffs that you keep on each side of the shoulder holster. âAh, so those were in the way,â she says, and you simply nod is response. âLet me sort this out first, and then Iâll come back to you, okay?â
You unload your firearm and put it in the safe along with the magazine after making sure there is no bullet in the chamber. After that, you hang your jacket and holster on the wall hooks behind the bedroom door.
âAlright, so, what now?â You invite Seulgi to sit on the sofa. âYouâre here right now because you want to escape the law, and to do that, you want to offer your body to me,â you donât bother sugarcoating your words. âYou donât have to be so crass, though,â she says in a sad tone. You slowly reach for her knee, placing your hand on it. âIâm sorry; Iâve never been good with words.â
Your heart jumps a little when Seulgi places her hand on yours. âI wish we could talkâyâknow, about ourselves.â âI mean, we can,â you say, âIâm off-duty right now, so at the moment, this is your safe space, and youâre safe with me.â She lets out a chuckle. âDidnât you try to arrest me just minutes ago?â You also let out a chuckle. âWell, that was Officer Kang Hyunwoo from the Metropolitan Policeâat this moment, Iâm just 32-year-old Kang Hyunwoo.â âOh, youâre 32? My groupâs leader is 33,â she says. You laugh. âI knowâI mean, your group was famous.â
Joyfulness disappears from Seulgiâs face, and in turn, it disappears from yours as well. âUnnie would be so disappointed if she heard about this.â Â âI wish you hadnât tried all that, and Iâm not saying this as a law enforcer.â âWhat was I supposed to do, though? Should have I just asked someone to buy stuff for me?â âHonestly, I wouldâve bought those things for you.â
Your heartrate jumps again when Seulgi puts her head on your shoulder. âWill you date me?â Her question doesnât help you calm down. âS-sorry?â âI promise Iâll be a good girl for you, oppa,â she pulls out a new endearment for you. You fight the hesitation in your head and wrap an arm around her shoulder. âI have no question that youâre a good girl, but donât you think you deserve someone better?" âAre you not a good person, oppa?â âI think Iâm alrightâIâm not perfect, you know.â âWe canât chase perfection in this world, oppa, especially when it comes to falling in love.â
It doesnât take too much to make up your mind. âSo, girlfriend, hey?â Seulgi grins. âI mean, I could be yours if youâd let your guard down and let me enter your heart.â You take a few deep breaths as you get ready to say this sentence that your brain has come up with, and with every second passing, you can feel conviction filling your head rather rapidly.
âI love you.â
Youâve never been so nervous to say such a short sentence before.
âSay it again?â
âI love you, babyâI love you with all my heart.â
Seulgi lifts her head off your shoulder and looks at you in the eyes. âI love you too, oppa, and thank you for the sweet words.â
You hesitantly reach for her chin, hoping that sheâll let you kiss her. âI know what you want, oppa.â She slaps your hand away and comes in quickly for a kiss, and right now, all you can think about is how soft her lips are.
Seulgi finds your hand without looking and guides it towards her tits. âTouch me here,â she softly whispers, and youâre eager to do just that. The cream top sheâs wearing is so soft to the touch, and combine that with her perfect-sized tits, it feels like youâre dreamingânever in your life have you ever thought about being able to do this with someone like her.
Having had enough of your lips, Seulgi breaks the tangle. âOppa,â she calls to you, âpromise me this isnât a one-night thing.â You shake your head, but gesture alone isnât enough for Seulgi as she demands a verbal answer. âNo, baby, itâs not a one-night stand; I want to be with you until youâre sick of me.â She laughs. âI wonât get sick of you ever, oppa, so weâll stay together forever.â You peck her on the lips. âI like the sound of that, baby.â
Seulgi moves to sit on your lap; her crotch is grinding right against yours but blocked by the pants that each of you are wearing. âYou know,â she says, âyouâre so fucking hotâso fucking manly.â You laugh internally, because what does she mean youâre âmanly.â âYouâre so fucking hot too, baby.â âYeah, oppa?â Youâre getting hard as Seulgi grinds her crotch against yours. âShit, havenât you looked at yourself in the mirror?â She smirks, satisfied with your answer. âI wonder how youâll react when Iâm naked, oppa.â âThen letâs find out, baby,â you whisper right into her ear.
As horny as you are, you donât forget to ask for consent if you can take her to the bedroom, and only after she says yes that you lift her by her thighs and make your way there. âDo you sleep with girls often, oppa?â You shake your head. âI havenât gotten in a relationship in years, actually.â âYou must have a huge load for me, huh?â âYou know it, baby.â
You take a seat on the edge of the bed with Seulgi on your lap. âHey, baby,â your tone is relaxed and soft, âlook, before we startââ She interrupts you by placing a finger on your lips. âI consent, I want to be with you, and I love you.â You chuckle. âWell, that will do the trick.â
Seulgi lets her jacket fall onto the floor, and only now that you can see her curves properly. âMy fucking God,â you exclaim, âfuck, I wish I had the words for this.â âIâm not even naked yet.â âYeah, well, what are you waiting for?â She slaps your chest lightly. âIâm waiting for you to shut up.â
Your jaw drops when Seulgi takes off her top; her tummy looks so firm, her tits that are covered in black tight bra look so soft and full, and her neck looks like the perfect spot for hickeys. âGod damn,â you wipe the drool off your lips, âarenât you Godâs most perfect creation.â She slaps you in the chest again. âNormally, I wouldnât tolerate someone talking about me like that, but youâre my exception tonight.â Your eyes that have been roaming wildly all over her body shift to meet hers. âJust tonight? I thought we wanted to keep seeing each other?â âWell, actually,â she puts up a finger, âwhether we can see each other again will depend on your, erm, performance.â
You have Seulgi sit on the bed so that you can undress. âMy performance, huh?â You can see a mix of excitement and nervousness in her face. âIâll show you.â You quickly get rid of your clothes, thus allowing Seulgi to have a look at the excellent physique youâve maintained for God-knows-how-long. âGoodness me,â she bites her bottom lip sexily, âso thatâs what youâve been hiding from me.â
Seulgi stands closely in front of you and places her hands on your shoulders. âMay I?â You express your consent with a nod, and that is when she begins running her hands all over your torso. âDo these girls know that youâre this sexy, because theyâre missing out big time.â You chuckle. âIâm the sole reason that Iâm not in a relationshipâthose women out there have nothing to do with it.â âYeah, yeah, whatever you say.â
Seulgiâs eyes land on your cock. âOh, speaking of big,â she reaches for the half-erect, half-limp shaft thatâs dangling between your legs. âSay, how many girls have you torn in half with this, oppa, hm?â You laugh as your ego inflates. âYouâd be the second.â Itâs Seulgiâs turn to laugh. âYouâre underestimating me if you think that I wonât be able to take you.â
Your heart beats faster when Seulgi kneels in front of you while her hands are still wrapped around your cock. âOh, this will be a tight fit,â she comments. Before taking you in her mouth, she stretches her mouth first, making these funny expressions as she does. She catches you grinning and hits you on the thigh. âDonât.â âI donât know what youâre talking about.â âI know that faceâthatâs the I-canât-wait-to-fuck-this-girl face.â You shrug. âI mean, can you blame me?â
Seulgi doesnât answer your question with words and instead parts her mouth to let your cock in, and the first contact makes your knees weak. âOh, God, baby,â youâre running out of breath already. You gasp sharply when more of your shaft enters her mouth, and itâs getting really difficult to stay upright. You feel her soft hands on your thighs as she fights her gag reflex to get as much of your length in her mouth as she can.
The gurgling sound that enters your ears when Seulgi removes you from her mouth is nasty but arousing. âD-did you like that, daddy?â You nod feebly. âYou want to fuck my face, or no?â You take a few deep breaths to collect yourself. âNo, baby; I donât want to do it rough on our first date.â Seulgi shows you this gorgeous combination of lip and eye smile that youâre seeing for the first time tonight. âThatâs sweet of you.â
You pull her onto her feet and invite her to lie in bed with you. âCan I ask how many guys have been rough with you?â âOne,â she says. âI hope it wasnât on your first date.â She smiles a little. âIt was, but not on the first round.â You stay silent as your eyes are locked with hers. âWhatâs wrong, oppa?â The smile on your face is a gentle one. âI just canât see myself going hard on you, baby; I feel like you deserve soft sex all the time.â
Seulgi rubs your face gently. âThatâs sweet, but you have nothing to worry about; I can take whatever you send my way.â âVanilla is what Iâm sending your way tonight, baby.â Seulgi chuckles, and the way it hits your face makes you shiver. âYouâre going to make me cry if you keep talking like that.â You place a hand on her cheek and rub it with your thumb. âI swear on everything I have, baby, that youâll be crying for all the right reasons with me.â
âIâll hold you to that, my love.â
With a warm heart, you pull her into a kiss, and you wholeheartedly hope that Seulgi can feel the tender love you have for her.
âTake me, love; make me yours,â she whispers softly. You roll over so that youâre on top of her. âYour pants are in the way,â you crack a little joke, and youâre successful in making her laugh. âDo something about it, pleaseâpretty please?â âOh, youâre pretty, alright.â
You move backwards a bit until her crotch is right in front of your face. âMay I?â âYes, you may.â You unlatch the metal button of her pants and undo the zipper. You then continue to drag her pants down her legs until theyâre properly off. Seulgi also cooperates by taking off her pantiesâthat has a wet spot in the centerâherself.
You give her pussy a little peck (thus earning a cute little moan) before returning to your previous position on top of her. âShow me how much you love me.â You peck her on the lips once. âGladly, baby.â
With your cock in one hand, you guide yourself to enter her warm pussy, and Seulgi immediately lets out a long moan because of the first contact. âYou make me feel like this is my first time, oppa.â âWith me, this is your first time, and Iâll be your last because youâre not leaving me ever.â âAre you that sure about us?â âYes, baby, so God help me.â
You see that Seulgiâs dams are threatening to burst, so before it does, you distract her by pushing your cock deep into her. âIâll be the best girlfriend for you, oppaâno one else deserves me like you do.â You silence her with a soft shush. âLetâs focus on us right now, baby.â
Seulgi holds you tightly, locking you in place close to her but still gives you enough space to keep moving your hips. She wants to express how safe and loved she feels in your arms, but her lips are busy moaning. âI know you canât hear me, but I love you,â her heart says. âI know you canât hear me, but I want to be with you for a long, long time.â A particularly deep thrust disrupts her train of thoughts, making her hide her face in the crook of your neck. âI love you, Kang HyunwooâI love you so much.â
At one point in her life, Seulgi heard that the heart controls the mind, and the mind controls the body. Right now, all her heart wants is to show you just how much she appreciates youâhow much she appreciates this new relationship that sheâs building with you. Without too much convincing, her mind agrees with the idea and, in turn, signals to her body that sheâs highly enjoying this hot sensuality youâre offering her.
âL-love,â she calls to you, âI-I wonât last long.â âThatâs fine, baby.â Your deep voice in which your reply is said sends goosebumps all over her body. âI donât want you to last too long anyway,â she hears you say. âY-you donât?â Seulgi feels a sudden peck on her lips. âYou finishing early would mean that you could feel my love, and thatâs what Iâm aiming for right now.â
Seulgiâs moans become more frequent as she inches closer to the checkered line. âLove me, oppaâlove me, love me,â she chants into your ears. She gets ecstatic when the pace of your thrusts grows faster. âYes, just like that, oppa.â
âCan you feel that?â
"Damn right I can.â
âThen give it to me, oppa; I deserve it.â
âOh, yes, you do.â
Seulgi is the first one to crack, announcing her orgasm with a scream from the top of her lungs. âOh, what an amazing girl,â you praise her while petting her head gently. âYouâre such an amazing girl, arenât you, baby?â She keeps squirming around in your arms as she rides the high of orgasm, moaning freely as she does.
You keep whispering sweet words as you wait for her to calm down, and finally, after what felt like forever, sheâs now able to speak coherently again. âI-I love you,â sheâs out of breath now, âI-I want no one else but you.â You spray kisses all over her sweaty face. âI love you more, baby.â Seulgi giggles a little. âY-youâll give me your load if you really love me.â âOne second, baby; letâs calm down first.â
Soon, Seulgi signals that sheâs ready to help you get to the finish line and asks that you resume your thrusts. âDonât forget to cum inside, love.â Initially, you hesitate, but she repeats the line, and itâs clear that you have no other option. âAs you wish, baby.â
Apparently, you were only a few pumps away from orgasm, thus busting deep into her after a handful of them. âOh, fuck, thatâs so warm.â You hit her cheek very, very gently. âNo profanity during vanilla, please.â âS-sorry, b-but youâre so warm in me, love.â You kiss her fleetingly. âThatâs just how much I love you.â
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âThe court hereby orders the defendant to pay 200.000 in fine and do 10 hours of community service.â The judge slams her hammer on the round pad repeatedly, thus officially passing the sentence for Seulgiâs crime that thankfully has been deemed as minor after considering the severity of it and her previously clean record. âThe officer may escort the defendant out of the courtroom.â
You make your way towards your girlfriend as she stands up and place a hand on her cuffs. âTime to go, miss,â you whisper. Seulgi simply nods and starts walking to wherever youâre taking her.
You see that thereâs an empty room on the first floor of the courthouse, so you open the door and enter with Seulgi. You take your hat off and put it on the table while she takes a seat on one of the available chairs. âLove, I canât pay that,â you can already hear the anxiety and fear in her voice, âshit, had I had money, I wouldnât have stolen.â
Thereâs no CCTV in this room, but there are see-through glass panes on the wall to your right, so you canât touch her no matter how much you want to.
âI have money, baby.â Youâre sure that Seulgi understands what youâre talking about.
âB-but I canât do that.â
âYou either take my money or go to jail for failing to payâthe choice is yours.â
It doesnât take long for Seulgi to make up her mind.
âErm, I-Iâll take your money; I donât think I have other options.â
Now that the two of you have come to an agreement, you ask Seulgi to stand up again so that you can take her to the bank to pay her fine. You maintain character from the moment you exit the little meeting room until youâre hidden in the privacy of the police Sonata youâre assigned to.
âSo, hereâs the game plan, baby,â you start, âI will give you this card, and youâll withdraw 200.000 and use it to pay the fine.â You donât see her reaching out a hand, and that is when you remember that her hands are still cuffed behind her back. âOh, I forgot about thatâIâll let you go when we get to the bank, okay?â Seulgi laughs. âI was starting to think that you had a bondage kink.â You look away to hide your smirk. âMaybe weâll find out soon.â
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After a short drive, you arrive at the bank with Seulgi.
You look at her through the rear-view mirror; with her wrists restrained behind her back, you have unrestricted view of her plump tits that you love so much. âI know youâre looking at my tits, you pervert,â she calls you out and sticks out her tongue in playful mockery. âYou know I canât keep my hands off the cookie jar.â
You get out of the car and open Seulgiâs doorâwait, why does she look weak?
âYou alright?â
She shakes her head, and you canât help but scratch your head in confusion.
âI need some vitamin D, and Iâm not talking about the substance.â
âThen letâs go in there, pay this God damn fine, and go home, hm?â
âI canât,â she shifts a little to show you her bound wrists, âdaddy is tying me down.â
You pinch her on the thigh.
âLetâs not play around too much right now, Miss Kang.â
After freeing Seulgi from the cuffs, you hand her your card and head inside, and you almost forgot that you canât be seen holding hands with her while you're in uniform.
âGood afternoon,â Seulgi greets the staff member, âmy name is Kang Seulgi, and Iâm here to pay a fine.â The staff asks Seulgi about some things to confirm her identity and the sum that needs to be paid, and after everything is verified, Seulgi hands your card to the staff so that the payment can be processed. After a brief moment, âThe payment has been verified, and this is your receipt.â From where youâre standing, you notice the way Seulgiâs body relaxes as she takes the receipt and card from the staff. âThank you.â
Seulgi sighs deeply in relief and offers her wrists to be cuffed again, but at this point, itâs no longer necessaryâin fact, it hasnât been necessary since you left the courthouse, but she doesnât know that. âYouâre free to go, Miss Kang,â you say, back in character. âOh, really? Is that it?â You nod. âAside from the community service, you are now a free woman.â
Seulgi asks you to follow her outside, and it appears that she wants to get back in the car for some privacy.
âLove,â she calls to you from the back seat, âthank you for everything, seriously.â You smile gently. âOf course, baby; now promise me that you wonât steal again, okay? Come to me whenever you need anything, and I mean anything.â
Your heart is promptly filled with warmth when she hugs you from behind. âNever thought Iâd date a cop, but here I am.â You chuckle. âI bet you thought that youâd end up with some rich guy.â âNo,â she denies, âthose guys are fake; they probably just want my money or my body.â âI mean, you do have a body that guys would kill just to have a chance to lay with you.â âYeah, well, theyâre not getting me everâIâm yours now, remember?â
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Usually, you have nothing to be excited about or look forward to when you get home after a shift, but now that you have Seulgi living with you full time, youâre always excited to go home, and it is no different today.
The way your heart is beating with excitement has your finger trembling as you enter the passcode to your apartment, and when you open the door, youâre instantly met with your girlfriend who has the beautiful grin and eye smile that you adore so much.
âWelcome home, love!â Seulgi greets you with open arms, and you waste little time to fill the space between them. âHow was your day?â You let out a deep sigh to show how tired you are. âIt was pretty exhausting, actually; I had to train shooting and worked out after that.â Seulgi turns her head to the side and gestures at the kitchen. âI may have some food for you.â
Seulgi drags you towards the dining table, thus showing you the table that has two bowls of tteokbokki on it. Based on how itâs presented, you estimate that she mustâve cooked this herself. âOh my, thanks a lot, baby.â She gets on her tippy toes to peck you on the forehead. âThank you for coming homeâyour timing was perfect, by the way.â âIâve heard that before in my life.â
Seulgi pulls back a chair for you to sit on. âLetâs eat quickly, love, and then weâll talk.â Your heart rate spikes for a moment. âAm I in trouble?â She shrugs. âI donât knowâare you?â âI donât think so, but maybe Iâve missed something.â
You stare blankly at the bowl in front of you as you try to figure out if youâve done anything wrong. Currently, there are two things in your head that might be the reason why sheâs unhappy: you forgot to buy some eggs and instant noodles that she had asked for yesterday, and on the following morning, you rejected her offer to do a quick one.
Seulgi saves you from drowning in your own thoughts by placing her hands on yours. âHey, now,â her voice is so soft, âI was just playing, love; youâre not actually in trouble. âIâll buy you those eggs after this,â you blurt, and the suddenness of it makes your girlfriend burst out laughing. âOh, donât worry about them.â
She picks up a piece of tteokbokki with her chopsticks and invites you to do the same, so you do just that. Thereâs a bit of unease in the back of your mind that leads you to scratching your nape. âThank you,â are the first words that leave your lips, and those are enough to make Seulgi smile. âYouâre welcome, love,â she replies.
Like a cat, you shake your head rather violently to get rid of unnecessary thoughts in your head, and with renewed focus, youâre ready to take a bite of tteokbokki that you already know will blow your socks off. âOh, I really like this, baby; this is really good,â you praise the fruit of her work. Seulgi blushes a little. âYou always say that to everything I cook for you.â âYou know how easy it is to please meâgive me anything edible and Iâll say itâs good.â âBut not eggplant.â âAnything but eggplant, yes.â
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Seulgi says she wants to get a shower before going to bed, so after washing dishes with you, she makes her way towards the bathroom. âJoin me,â she says as she jogs towards her destination. âGladly.â You take the chance to undress yourself and put your equipment away while sheâs off doing her business in the bathroom.
The door to the bathroom isnât shut all the way, so you simply push it open, and that is when you see Seulgi standing under the shower, water flowing freely on her curves from top to bottom. After stopping the flow of water, she makes a âcome hereâ gesture at you, and you waste little time to get close to her. âMy, arenât you Godâs most perfect creation,â she recites your words from the first meeting. âIs it safe to say that weâre going to completely spend our batteries tonight and wake up late tomorrow?â Seulgi laughs. âYou rejected me yesterday, didnât you, love?â You answer in the form of a nod. âSo, this is your chance to make things right with me, and you may start now.â
You take a few steps forward, thus making Seulgi step backwards until sheâs pressed against the wall. âVanilla, baby?â âNo, daddy.â The name makes it obvious what she wants from you. âSafe word?â âTeddy.â You reject her choice because it sounds too similar to the kinky name. âCookie, then.â
After agreeing on the choice of safe word, you quickly lean in for a kiss to kick things off, and as usual, Seulgi places her hands on your shoulders. âTell me, daddyâwhatâs in that head of yours?â Itâs a habit between the two of you to share each otherâs plans before the actual sex to make sure you and her are on the same page. âTell me your ideas first, baby.â Seulgi puts a finger on her chin. âHmm, letâs see,â you can see the gears in her head spinning, âwhat about locking my wrists together, daddy?â Youâre immediately sold on the idea. âLetâs do it, then.â
Seulgi gets down on her knees. âFirst, feed me your cock, daddy.â You hold your cock in one hand. âChoo-choo, the meat train is coming through.â Seulgi, who initially had her mouth open to take your cock, bursts out laughing. âMeat train? Really?â You pout a little. âJust play along, please.â âYouâre so funny sometimes, daddy.â
âOnly someâoh, God, fuck.â
You let out a profanity when Seulgi suddenly puts your cock in her mouth. âOh, God, that never gets old.â You try your hardest to breathe at a normal pace as she begins moving her head along your length, and this is where you start regretting your decision to reject her offer to have sex yesterday. âAre you trying to make me pay for saying no, baby?â You grit your teeth in pain when she bites your cock slightly. âIâll take that as a yes.â
You notice that sheâs starting to pick up the pace, so you put a hand on the back of her head to prevent her from hitting the wall. âRelax, baby; youâre going to make me bust if you donât slow down.â She doesnât listen to you and keeps the fast paceâat least thatâs the case until the tip of your cock hits an odd spot in her throat, thus making her gag. As soon as you pull out of her mouth, Seulgi begins coughing violently. âYouâre okay, baby,â you say repeatedly while petting her head softly.
â100 days together and I still canât take you deep,â she says, seemingly disappointed in herself. âThatâs okay; Iâm not mad or anything like that,â you assure her, but it appears that she doesnât want to hear it. âThat doesnât mean that I get to slack off,â she argues. You deny her attempt at taking you in her mouth for the second time by gripping her hair. âNo, no, no, letâs have a timeout first.â
You leave Seulgi seated on the bathroom floor to get a towel to dry her body with. âYou want to move, donât you, daddy?â You nod. âYouâre my girlfriend, so let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated.â Seulgi rarely blushes, but this is one of those times where she feels like she canât help it. âAm I lucky to have you, daddy, or are you lucky to have me?â The question sounds like a test, but you still answer properly from the bottom of your heart. âFrom my perspective, itâs me thatâs so lucky to have you. If you think that youâre lucky to have me, then thatâs a huge honor for me.â
You sit in the center of the bed with Seulgi still in your arms and are ready to have sex, but it changes when she begins tearing up. âAre you okay, baby?â She fans her face with her hands to get herself together. âOh, donât worry; these are tears of joy.â Youâre glad that your nails arenât long because youâre now able to wipe her tears without worrying about scratching her. âI promised you that youâll be crying for the right reasons, didnât I, baby?â
âI-I donât know if I can continue, daddyâIâm sorry,â sheâs still unable to stop crying. You chuckle. âTell me how Iâm supposed to be rough with a softie like you, baby, hm?â âWell, y-youâre supposed to be mean and dominant.â âI canât be mean to you, can I, my love?â The way you say the last two words mustâve triggered something in her heart, because her cries grow louder than before. âOh, Iâm so sorryâlook, Iâll get you some ice cream, okay?â
You rush to the kitchen quickly to get a cup of strawberry ice cream for her, and when you return to the bedroom, Seulgi is curled up in the middle of the bed. âSeulgi-yah, my love,â you tap her thigh to get her attention, âdo you want some?â âY-yes.â Once sheâs seated, you move to sit behind her and have her lean against your body. âLook at this, baby,â you open the lid for her, âit looks so tasty, donât you think?â âA-and soft like me,â she adds.
You take a spoonful of ice cream and guide it to her waiting mouth, repeating it a few more times until Seulgi says stop. âYou know,â she says, âI remember overhearing a guy talk about how he fantasized about fucking me hard like a cheap slut.â Your brain starts getting filled with anger, because what the fuck kind of fantasy is that. âReally?â She nods. âH-he said heâd tie me down and fuck my ass.â âI donât mean to prod too much, but have you taken a penis in your ass?â Seulgi shakes her head. âIâm naughty but not that naughty.â
You feed her another spoonful of ice cream as you think about her words. âCan I ask who this guy was and how you overheard him?â âH-he was, erm, a fellow trainee, a-and I happened to be walking past a room he was in when he said it out loud.â Youâre very baffled; if he was a fellow trainee, that means that he was around Seulgiâs age, and for someone that young to have that sort of fantasy sounds nasty. âHe didnât debut, did he, because there are many male celebrities from your old label.â Seulgi shakes her head again. âHe didnât make the final debut lineup.â Hearing her answer makes you let out the biggest sigh of relief in your recent memory.
You have a few sentences in your head that you hope will convince Seulgi that youâre not that type of person, but after the first sentence leaves your lips, she wonât let you continue. âI can tell from day one what type of person you are behind your façade.â You scratch your head in confusion. âAm I that easy to read?â She chuckles. âIâll say that your book was a bit open.â
The ice cream has run out, but thankfully, Seulgi is no longer crying. You put the small wooden spoon in the empty cup and put them on the bedside table. âI hope I helped you feel better,â you say. âI mean, I wasnât sad necessarily, but you did help a lot.â She moves to sit on your lap after freeing herself from your arms.
âI love you.â
âI love you more.â
Seulgi grins, satisfied with your quick answer. âAre you down to make some promises?â âLetâs do it.â
Seulgi asks you to go first, so you say the first thing that comes up in your head. âPromise me that you wonât leave me when youâve got back on your feet.â âExcuse me?â You sigh deeply. âYou met me when you were in a rough spot, and I sincerely hope that you wonât leave me when⊠you know, youâre in a better situationâmaybe when you get a job or something like that.â She holds your face with her soft hands. âNo, I will never do you like thatâIâm here right now because of you, love.â âSo, you promise?â She nods rapidly to show seriousness, and seeing it warms your heart. âThank you, baby.â
Seulgi looks away momentarily. âI had something in my head, but you threw me off.â You stay silent to see if she manages to find something for you. âOkay, how about this,â she says, âpromise me that youâll propose to me and make me yours.â Your eyebrows rise involuntarily. âPropose to you? Are you that sureââ âYes,â she interrupts you before you can finish your sentence. âYouâre law enforcement, so what better way is there for us other than to formalize our relationship in the eyes of the law?â The phrasing makes you want to laugh, but your brain manages to stifle you from actually laughing, citing inappropriate timing. With that, your response is, âWeâll work on it, love.â
Seulgi quickly shifts to get on her knees in front of you. âFuck everyone else; Iâm the only one for you, and youâre the only one for me.â You rub her cheek gently. âWhat are you talking about, love?â Instead of answering your question, she repeats her line. âLove, seriously, what are you talking about?â âMy ex,â her answer is a short one. âWhy are you thinking about him?â She looks at you dead in the eyes, and you swear there is smoke coming out of her ears. âIâm notâif anything, I wish I could erase him from my memory.â
You donât know how to react to that aside from saying that heâs completely irrelevant in your and Seulgiâs lives. âPlease donât bring him up again,â you say sternly. âYes, daddy.â Â She must be in the same head space as before when the two of you were in the bathroom. âOh, youâre saying it again, huh?â She palms your limp cock. âYou distracted me with that ice cream, but now Iâm ready.â You run a thumb on her cheek. âYou were literally in tears and said you couldnât continueâhow could I have ignored that?â âYeah, well, thatâs now in the past,â she deflects, âletâs focus on the here and now, daddy.â
Seulgi crawls backwards until your cock is right in front of her eyes. âOh, youâre so hard already.â âHow can I not when my beautiful wife is naked in front of me like this?â She grins. âIâm your wife?â âYes, you areâalso, itâs not like thereâs anyone else in this room, is it?â âThereâs no one else in this room aside from the two of us, and thereâs no one else in my life aside from you, daddy.â
Without breaking eye contact, Seulgi eases your cock into her mouth, wasting little time to start things off. She then grabs your hand and places it on the back of her head. âAh, of course, how could I forget?â You start petting her head gently. âYou like this, donât you, baby?â
You make sure the praises keep flowing out of your lips without obstruction as your soon-to-be wife moves her head back and forth along your shaft. âGod, youâre amazing at this, baby.â Enticed by your words and the pets on the back of her head, Seulgi picks up the pace, thus filling the bedroom with slurps and other sounds that escape her mouth that only add to your arousal. âIâm starting to think that you like my dick more than that ice cream,â you quip.
Before long, Seulgi removes you from her mouth to come up for air. âYou know, Iâm curious what itâd be like if I could take your whole dick in my mouth.â You take a rough measurement of your cock with your palm and estimate how far your cock would go. âThe tip would be in your throat, baby.â She licks her lips, curious about how that would feel like. âCan I try?â You shake your head. âI donât want to suffocate you with my penis,â you reason.
You invite Seulgi to sit on your lap after closing your thighs, but instead of simply straddling them like you hoped, she puts your cock in her pussy first before actually sitting on your lap, thus forcing the two of you to moan in reflex. âYou like that, daddy?â âHow can I not when youâre this tight?â Seulgi rewards your good answer with a fleeting kiss. âAt what age do you think weâll stop having sex, daddy?â You shrug. âI donât knowâ60, maybe?â âI doubt it; with your physique, youâd be able to fuck me until weâre 80.â
You want to say something else, but your train of thoughts got derailed when Seulgi starts moving her hips. âI-Iâll stay tight for you, daddy, even if we have a lot of children.â âI donât doubt it,â youâre getting breathy.
Without command, Seulgi picks up the pace to the maximum that she can do, her sexy moans flying out her lips without rest. It is when you take her tits in your hands that her moans get louder. âS-suck them, p-please.â You do as she asks and put one breast in your mouth while stimulating the other with your hand. âYes, like that, daddyâsuck my tits like our future children would.â
It's not fair for you to only stimulate one breast, so you let go of the first one to make room for the other. You keep sucking until you notice that Seulgi slows down. In retaliation, you lightly bite and pinch her nipples. âOh, God, donât do that,â she jolts, âl-look, I-Iâll start again.â
Seulgi eventually pushes you away from her plump breasts and falls backwards onto the bed. âI-Iâm tiredây-youâll need to fuck me this time,â she says between heavy pants. You donât bother waiting for her to calm down, opting to start again right away to ensure maximum stimulation.
Initially, youâre holding Seulgi by her legs as youâre thrusting into her, but as time goes on, youâre starting to fold her legs over her body. âFuck me, daddyâfuck me nice and fast,â she eggs you on. You fasten your grip on her ankles as you prepare to give her your absolute everything, and not too long after youâve started, Seulgi is reduced to moans and screams as her eyes are rolling backwards.
All you can think about right now is how wet and tightâ âD-daddy,â she snaps you out of your horny trance, âI, Iâc-cum, daddy.â You quickly pull out of her pussy and aggressively rub her clit, thus making her scream. âD-daddy,â her orgasm is getting so close, âI-Iâmâyour fingers, daddy, fuck!â âCum, baby; cum for daddy,â you urge her.
With an ear-piercing scream, Seulgi explodes, soaking the bed with her juice. Once sheâs done squirting, you drag her around and position her until her legs are dangling off the edge of the bed. âYou want to be tied?â Seulgi nods slightly. âThen tied you will be.â You grab a pair of handcuffs from your equipment holster and lock her wrists together with them. âAre you ready to go again, though?â She nods again. âFuck me, papi.â Hearing the new name makes you chuckle. âOne day, weâll sit down and talk about our kinks, okay?â
Seulgi moans when your shaft enters her again and screams when your palm lands on her butt. âYouâre fucking naughty, arenât you?â âY-yes, officer.â You spank her once more. âThatâs inspector to you, Miss Kangâor papi, like you said yourself.â
You fix your hands on her waist as you fuck her tirelessly from behind, her butt cheeks bouncing around as your hips crash into them. You notice that her small, puckered ring keeps peaking at you every now and then, and an idea enters your mind: what if you put a finger in there?
You coat your thumb with spit to prepare it for a brave adventure to a brand-new world that is her asshole. Seulgi jolts when she feels your thumb in the entrance of her forbidden hole. âD-daddy, gently, please,â she begs, but instead of getting an assurance that youâll indeed be gentle, she gets a spank on the butt instead. âYouâre mine, slut.â You feel a tinge of guilt for calling her with such a pejorative name, but youâre half certain that sheâll understand considering the current situation.
Seulgi grits her teeth as her asshole stretches to accommodate your thumb. âHow are we feeling?â âG-goodâoh, fuck, fuck, fuck!â She begins squirming around when she feels your thumb moving in and out of her asshole. You donât give her a chance to breathe as you opt to start fucking her again with your thumb still stuck in her ass.
Amidst her endless moans, a thought enters Seulgiâs mind: should she let you fuck her ass?
âMaybe I should.â
âFuck, itâll hurt so bad, though.â
âSo what? Heâll be the first and last.â
âBut heâll stretch me like crazy.â
âLet him claim you.â
Her conversation with herself ends when she feels that your thumb is no longer lodged in her ass. She gathers her strength to turn her head towards you to look at you. âD-daddy,â her voice is barely heard.
âYes, baby?â You couldnât hear what she just said, so you lean forwards and ask her to say it again. âF-fuck my ass, daddy.â
Your eyes widen in shock; did she just ask to be fucked in the ass?
âYouâre a virgin there, though, no?â Your answer is some feeble nods. âI-I couldnât bleed for you, s-so claim my ass a-and make me yours.â
You pull out of her pussy so that you can address this further. âBaby, you know I have no problem with not being your first.â âJ-just do it, daddyâl-let me show you exactly h-how much I love you.â âAre you sure?â âY-yes,â she answers briefly. You ask once more and get the same answer, so you know that her mind is made up. âSafe word?â âC-cookie,â it appears that she hasnât forgotten it. âAlright, letâs do it, then.â
It is when youâre back in your previous position that you realize you need something to make it hurt less for Seulgi. An idea pops in your head: âHer pussy will be able to coat me,â you think. You plunge into her pussy again and pump a few times until your cock is shiny because of her juice. For extra measure, you also coat your cock with a lot of spit.
âIâm ready, babyâare you?â She nods. âClaim me,â she repeats. âStop saying it like that,â you protest. âJ-just give it to me, please.â
Seulgi gasps when the tip of your cock touches her puckered ring. âGently, loveâIâm begging you,â she begs, changing the callout name for good measure. She inhales sharply when the tip of your cock stretches her virgin ass. âPlease be gentle,â her voice starts to crack, and itâs understandable, too; this is her first time after all.
You push forwards into her pussy every odd second to not hurt her even more. Seulgi turns her head towards you, thus showing you the pooling tears in her eyes. âP-please tell me Iâm doing well,â she says. âYou are, baby; youâre doing so well right now,â you assure her, your hips still. It hurts your heart seeing your beloved woman be in tears like that, but it was her idea to give her ass to you, her beloved man, with whom she wants to have a life with.
âLove, take me.â
 Using her urge as fuel, you begin moving your hips back and forth, thus properly and officially taking her anal virginity.
âDoes it hurt so bad still?â âY-yes, b-but itâs fineât-this is what I want,â Seulgi deflects. You take a few deep breaths to focus your mind on the task. âAlright, Iâll try moving now, okay?â
You maintain this relaxed pace as Seulgiâs muscles adapt to your intrusion, and slowly but surely, moans begin streaming out of her lips. âThatâs better, love.â You place your hands on her butt cheeks to caress them. âYouâre incredibly tight, baby.â âT-thatâsâAH!â A particular thrust makes Seulgi scream. âT-thatâs your proof that I-Iâm a virgin there.â âI never asked for proof, but thank you, my love.â
Your orgasm approaches at an alarming rate with every thrust of your hips. On one hand, youâre happy, because it means that Seulgi wonât have to suffer for too long. On the other, youâre worried that sheâll be disappointed by your performance tonight. There is one way to make sure, and that is to simply ask. âLove, can I cum?â She nods. âS-sooner than later, please, daddy.â âBrace yourself, babyâfeel free to tap out, though.â
After delivering a warning, you pick up the speed, fucking her ass fast like it was her pussy, and Seulgi immediately sinks her face into the bed to muffle her voice. You instinctively spank her, thus forcing another scream from her, but regret it right away. âFuck, sorry, baby; force of habit,â you say, apologetic.
You can feel the way your cock is throbbing in her assâorgasm must be very close. âBaby, Iâmââ âDo it, daddyâf-fill my ass.â âAlright, okay.â
You leave the entirety of your cock lodged in her ass as you blow semen deep into it, thus officially marking the end of this painful first-time. After youâre done filling her, you retreat out of her ass, and after blinking a few times, her asshole properly closes, locking your cum inside.
You grab the cuffsâ key so that you can unlock them, and after sheâs free, you flip Seulgi onto her back and pull her into an embrace. âIt hurt, didnât it, love?â âY-yes, but Iâm yours now.â You put on a gentle smile for her. âThank you so much, loveâI love you.â
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Youâre back in bed after a long shower with Seulgi, and whatâs left for you to do is to take care of her, which consists of several non-skippable steps.
First, you hold her tightly.
Second, you say, âLove, thank you so much, seriously,â to express gratitude and appreciation.
Third, you come in for a kissâone that is passionate to support your words.
âDonât leave me now, love.â âHow can I leave you when Iâm so in love with you?â Seulgi lets out a tiny chuckle. âAre you in love with me or my body?â The question offends you a touch. âSurely you donât think that low of me.â
Seulgi shuffles around rather wildly. âAre you okay?â She huffs in frustration. âYouâre not close enough.â You laugh. âOur skin is literally touching, baby.â âNo, not enough.â
Seulgi mounts your lap and puts your semi-hard cock in her pussy. âOh, there we go.â You tease her by thrusting upwards but earn a slap on the chest in response. âDonâtâIâm already so sore.â âAre we sleeping like this, then?â She nods against your cheek. âIf you wake up first tomorrow, feel free to fuck me and cum inside.â
You chuckle. âThatâd be a crazy way to start the day.â
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YOU AWAKE AS A DUNGEON
ACQUIRE: Three players total Hex Paper Squared Paper Pencils A ttrpg appropriate for dungeon delving
You are a dungeon core. Your mind is a gemstone, and your body a dungeon. Absorb the world around you to grow, and destroy all who enter.
One player is THE LAND One player is THE MORTALS One player is THE PARTY
THE LAND dictates all of natureâs bounty. They describe the environment into which the dungeon is born.
THE MORTALS are in charge of describing culture and civilisation - how and where itâs grown.
THE PARTY are the enemies the dungeon will fight as it grows.
The game is played in three phases:
DIVINING: THE LAND and THE WORLD decide whatâs close to the dungeon, above and below. First one hex, then expand outwards each time.
GROWING: collaborate to describe your growth, drawing on square paper. Invent traps, use monsters from your ttrpg.
ADVENTURING: THE PARTY presents characters of appropriate level to plunder you. Play the adventurers and dungeon together. If the dungeon wins, it feeds on the dead to grow - switch roles, repeat the cycle. If the adventurers win, take the core, this game ends, play your ttrpg with this magic item. ------------------------------------------------------------------- 200 words exactly
Post Script:
First of all: I consent to this being archived.
I've been writing a much longer version of this game, with actual systems and mechanics, so that you don't have to grab a ttrpg appropriate to dungeon building to apply rules to the system. I've been struggling with a lot of it, and thought I'd try condensing it all the way in the opposite direction to see if that helped!
I've kind of become obsessed with the sub-sub-sub-genre of fantasy that is the Dungeon Core story, even though it's very hard to find the good ones (I'd personally recommend Blue Core, but they're all an accquired taste imo), and I really want to play a ttrpg as one, either as a solo game or as a group - since one doesn't exist, I'm stuck trying to make it.
I'd love feedback, but tumblr doesn't make it easy to track responses to reblogs, so please dm me if you think you can help
200 Word RPGs 2024
Each November, some people try to write a novel. Others would prefer to do as little writing as possible. For those who wish to challenge their ability to not write, we offer this alternative: producing a complete, playable roleplaying game in two hundred words or fewer.
This is the submission thread for the 2024 event, running from November 1st, 2024 through November 30th, 2024. Submission guidelines can be found in this blog's pinned post, here.
#text#idk if I'm allowed to beg for help in the post script#Also if this does exist and I just couldn't find it#Please tell me
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Arcadie: Cold Lands - Progress Update - November 2024
(I know it's almost December but better late than never right?)
Arcadie: Cold Lands is gearing up to be much more complex to write and code than Second-Born, purely by virtue of it acknowledging your past choices.
Whether a certain person lives or dies, whether you even take them along, whether you accepted a certain deal...
It's a lot of work to keep it all cohesive and not have one path seem better than another, but it's also pretty fun and rewarding.
I've also just come off playing a game that is a sequel to one of my favorite gaming franchises, and saying I was disappointed is an understatement. I really was not fond of what they did with the world, and the... dumbing-down of the writing. My fault for buying a game day one!
Anyway, that made me really want to honor your past choices, and not shy away from giving you more role-playing options. So the possibility of being a force of... chaos, is back, though only when it makes sense. I don't want to write stupid or gratuitous evil, but rather self-interested tyrant. We'll see how it goes as I write along.
Oh and I have disabled access to the demo for Arcadie: Cold Lands, as it doesn't reflect the current state of the game. I'll probably be posting an updated version next month or in January.
Cheers!
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Funny thing just happened at the Friendsgiving I was just at. My friend who is also in danmei hell mentioned Scum Villain fic, and I was like, âoh Iâm actually writing one at the moment.â So per their request, I sent them the link, and it turns they were already reading this fic. Like, they had read it within the last 24 hours.
Always bizarre to know real people read my writing. Not bad! It feels very nice actually. Putting stuff online can often feel so abstract and for an often friendly and also faceless audience (hi). Then something happens, and you get reminded that any audience is made up of individual people who exist outside the internet. Iâve gotten the same feeling when I run into someone irl who recognizes my blog. On those very rare occasions, I am so deeply flattered and also blindsided that my higher cognitive functions shut down.
The reverse happened to me last year where I went to a book signing with Shelley Parker-Chan. There was a Q&A, so theyâre twenty feet away from me, answering questions about She Who Became the Sun, a novel I absolutely adored reading. And Iâm like, thatâs just a person. Everything I love and admire were made by people who are just people. There isnât this clear delineation between me and the people I respect.
I struggle with this idea that I have to become a different version of myself before I can do what I want to do. It becomes a paradoxical nightmare. Authors write novels, and since I havenât written a novel, I canât be an Author, and if Iâm not an Author, I canât write a novel. Itâs good for me to be periodically confronted by proof that this is complete bullshit. You do the things you want to do to become the person you want to become, and that person is not a dramatic transformation from your current self. Itâs just you, having done the thing you want to do and all the work it took to do it.
And at that book signing, for the first time in months, maybe years, I really really really wanted to write. I wanted to write a novel I was proud of and present it for other people to read. I wanted to be on a small stage answering questions about a book I wrote that someone else adores. I hadnât realized that I thought doing that was impossible until I realized that actually it was attainable. Everythingâs just people, all the way down.
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Hello! Can you write an sfw/nsfw headcannon version for soonyoung pls? Love your writing!đ«°
hii! ofc i can, it would be my pleasure, i hope you enjoy this!
Husband! Hoshi Headcanons
âą(sfw! hcs):
we all already know that heâs a cuddle bug, but the extent that his need to be touching you goes to is beyond what any of us could imagine. heâs constantly up in your space, touching you in any way possible. if you are doing chores around the house, instead of helping you by doing something, he will just hang onto your shirt and follow you around, talking animatedly. if you are sitting down, you better expect for his head to be resting on your shoulder
whenever he needs something, he just calls for you (aka screams âbaaaabee!âthrough the house until you hear him and come to him lmao), doesnât matter that most of the times the thing that heâs looking for is right in front of him, heâs a bit blind sometimes (or so he tells, in reality he does it because he finds your annoyed little pout so adorable)
instead of kissing, he loves to often rub your noses together as a sign of affection, something about just feels so silly and cute and domestic to him he can rarely resist the urge to do it, plus you always smile so brightly whenever he does it so its a win-win situation
he loves that with you he can be as childish and silly as he wants, that you will always join him in his silly missions to make everyone laugh, that you will always laugh along with him no matter how ridiculous and stupid his jokes are. he loves that you are his youth quite literally, and that with you along his side, he can climb on top of the world
three words: matching tiger pyjamas. you didnât have much of a choice, really, he just bought them for you two one day, and as you tried to let him down gently, his big brown puppy eyes looked at you pleadingly, ready to say âplease?â as you were about to refuse him, and suddenly you just sighed in defeat. so guess which pyjamas you two wear the majority of the month, except for the few says it takes to wash and dry them?
compliments you all the time-both when he intends to and when he isnât even aware that what he said is considered a compliment. for example, if you are getting ready, doing your makeup or taking it off, he will just come behind you, hug you and while smiling say âyou are so very pretty, the prettiest in this whole wide world. i mustâve saved korea as a nation in my past life to get the honour of having you in this life.â, or for the times when he is unaware of it-you were just looking at some flowers as you were walking through a botanic garden when he said âi donât know much about flowers, but whenever i see this flower (points to a, say, hibiscus), it reminds me of you, because you both are so pretty and look so gentle.â bro isnât even trying yet he got you crying
loves loves LOVES surprising you with at-home picnics, just as you walk through the door of your house, heâs running towards you, taking your hand so he can lead you to the living room where the stuff is all set up-the white bedsheet handing from two chairs, under the sheet fairy lights wrapped around the chairs, a blanket on the floor with lots and lots of food spread on it. he loves how it always makes you smile and how easy it is to make you happy
âą(nsfw! hcs):
has stamina of a BEAST, like it isnât enough that he seemingly gets boners all the time, the sight of your collarbones is enough to make him hug your from behind, slowly grinding his hips against your ass while he mumbles âplease babe, lemme make you feel good hm? itâs been so long since iâve fucked you, let me make you cum on my dickâ (btw it hasnât even been that long, you two had sex two days prior but ok lmao). the moment he sees you close your eyes, he knows heâs won. cue at least 3 hours of him pounding into you, his skin slapping against yours, both your skins burning from the force they meet. at some point you feel so exhausted that you just lay there, face in the pillow, while he holds your hips in the air as he fucks you from behind
is so enthusiastic about eating you out that he overstimulates you, not only are his fingers fast inside of your pussy, but heâs sucking on your clit so hard, it makes tears fall from your eyes very easily. he just wants you to feel so good (but also to squirt all over his face) that he can spend hours just lapping at your juices, mumbling âcâmom pretty girl, just one more, make a mess on my face, thatâs what itâs for, itâs for you to sit on it and make yourself cum on itâ bsjqbsjqkq
speaking of-dirty talk with him goes CRAAAZY, not even because he wants it to, he just says whatever itâs on his mind, his thoughts a mess thrown up the moment they appear in his mind. heâs a moaning mess, sucking hickeys into your skin, kissing you sloppily, all while heâs repeating âpussy so good, fuck, want to stay here forever. want to cum inside of you all the time, to make you full with my cum-shit, ahh, so tight, im gonna-â cue more moaning and whining as he nears his end
on the same note- breeding kink. we all know that one clip where he said he wants a whole football team (thank you scoups for the metaphor lmao). and even now, he often talks about getting married and having kids, so i think the moment he put that ring on you, he got down to BUSINESS. iâm talking he soaks your pussy AND your sheets with hair cum, if he could, he would make you wear a plug so none of it spills out and that itâs 100% sure that you end up pregnant from it. the thoughts of your heavy, full and lactating breasts, your round belly, and a little girl that has a smile just like yours, haunt his dreams on the daily
he is unintentionally so rough, like not only does he manhandle you into positions that he needs you in, if you are too far gone to be listening to him, he will just grab you by your neck to get your attention, or pull on your hair so you can watch him fuck you in the mirror, eyes trained on your gaping mouth and bouncing tits. the thing is- he doesnât do it out of the need to be dominant, itâs just that itâs a part of his fantasy, of exactly what he imagined for that night to be, so if you arenât following it, he will take the matter into his own hands (quite literally).
he isnât really sure why, but he loves it when you end up crying from the overstimulation and pleasure, and when you mascara runs down your cheeks. you just look so ruined, and it makes him feel so good and smug that heâs the only one that has the honour of seeing you sobbing for him to both stop and to cum inside of you, the only one who gets to squish your mascara stained cheeks together and make you focus on him, the only one that makes your legs tremble and shake every day. the only one that gets to fuck a baby into you. the only one you crave.
(act surprised for this one) he is low-key into collars. he isnât all that sure about leashes, but a pretty little collar wrapped around your pretty neck? and if it has a heart shaped buckle? he is a goner. he wonât ever recover from the amount of fantasy material the sight gives him, how primal it makes him feel. plus the look you make whenever he puts two fingers through that heart shaped buckle and pulls you towards him by it? it will literally make him kneel in front of a god and thank him for that sight (not really something he should discuss with a god, yknow, given that itâs about your sex life and all that but eh, whatever lol)
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so before I scroll down, I'm going to just write my thoughts in notepad because I think it's interesting.
the terms "every version of the myth" already tell me it's not true, but I do vaguely recall medusa being just born a monster in some versions.
While I only really know Hesia myths through Percy Jackson, and I haven't come across that many myths of her outside of it, this also feels like it's not Always true.
I know for a fact that the myth of Persephone choosing Hades is wildly contested and I'm pretty sure there already were several versions during the period we consider ancient Greece. As such I wouldn't ping it as the story from the 70's at least
This is definetely not the original story. It sounds like something that might've been invented recently
I will fully admit to never having read Jason and the Argonauts, or having watched any movie adaptation.
I know Midas didn't originally give up the golden touch but I've come across it so often that I think it's older than the 70s.
I've heard she was worshipped as a war goddess, but I think "widely" is the crux here.
My guess was that Hestia giving up her spot is the true myth, and Pandora's box one is the one from the 70's
Hello internet user whose entire concept of feminism comes from tiktok. In front of you are three ancient myths about women. You have five minutes to figure out which one of them was made up in the 1970s. If you choose wrong, you will be ripped to pieces by Maenads.
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Picture the scene. You're a gay nerd who followed a weirdly common pathway of being super into Les Mis and Hamlet as a teenager to ending up a medievalist (you will see why the Les Mis connection is relevant).
One day, in the course of your PhD on friendship in the late Ulster Cycle, which is really just an excuse to think about LĂĄeg and CĂș Chulainn all the time, you find yourself looking at an early eighteenth century manuscript of Oidheadh Con Culainn.
You find this.
Please excuse me any transcription errors, because I'm doing this on sight while writing this post, and likewise translation, and also while crying, but:
"Is ann sin do choirigh Laogh an laochmhilid ina sheasamh ris an ccairthe chloiche 7 a aghaidh ar fhearaibh Eireann. 7 do chuir a sgiath ina chlé låimh ..." Then Låeg arranged the hero standing against the standing stone and his face towards the men of Ireland. And he put his shield in his left hand...
The context of the scene. This is the moment of CĂș Chulainn's death. LĂĄeg is helping him to the standing stone. So far, so much what I would expect from Oidheadh Con Culainn.
And then:
Ro dhealaig a anam rĂ© corp Choingculoinn ann sin, 7 a druimm ris an ccairthe, 7 a lĂĄmh a lĂĄimh Laoigh mac Rianghabhra And CĂș Chulainn's soul left his body then, and his back against the stone, and his hand in the hand of LĂĄeg mac RĂangabra
Emphasis quite clearly mine.
This is not in any of the versions of Oidheadh Con Culainn that have been edited so far. I have never seen this before in my life.
In this manuscript from 1702-03, CĂș Chulainn dies HOLDING LĂEG'S HAND.
(17-year-old Finn, fervent e/R shipper, would like to point out that at least LĂĄeg was alive and this isn't quite a permets-tu? situation yet, but boy did I just get bodyslammed by a recursive loop of feelings nonetheless. And now we see why the Les Mis/Hamlet->medievalist pipeline is relevant.)
#oidheadh con culainn#finn is not doing a phd#cu chulainn/laeg mac riangabra#if you think i'm exaggerating about crying right now i am absolutely not
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Would you mind writing about Vernon with the angst prompt #22 and second chance prompt #36? Thank you so much mđ
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angst prompt #22: "I can't lose you again." +
second chance prompt #36: "you're still the first person i think of when i hear good news."
hansol didnât think heâd ever have this moment again.
you, standing in front of him, looking at him like you were waiting for him to speak, waiting for him to say something that mattered.
it had been months. months since that fight, months since the slammed door, months since the version of him that loved you was tucked away in a part of him he didnât think he could reach again. except he did reach it. every time he saw something funny. every time he heard a song youâd love. every time someone said your name.
and now you were here, and he was scrambling, piecing together fragments of himself that shattered the day he lost you.
âyou look... good,â he managed, voice breaking on the second word.
your lips curled into a faint smile. âso do you.â
but you didnât. not really. not to him.
you looked tired, as if youâd carried something heavy all the way to him, and hansol wondered if he was the weight youâd been dragging behind you all this time.
âwhat are you doing here?â he asked softly, hands shoved deep into his pockets to keep them from shaking.
you hesitated. he knew you hated confrontation, and part of him wanted to tell you it was okay, that you didnât owe him anything. but the other partâthe bigger partâcouldnât stand to see you turn away again.
âi donât know,â you said finally, voice as fragile as glass. âi just⊠i guess i needed to see you.â
he couldnât breathe.
âwhy?â
you laughed, but it wasnât the laugh he missed. this one was bitter, almost sad.
âi guess i was hoping you could tell me,â you admitted. the words falling out of mouth like an apology.
hansol took a step closer, his hands twitching at his sides. he didnât dare touch you, not yet, not when it felt like you might disappear if he blinked too hard.
and hansol realized something thenâhe didnât care why. all he cared about was that you were here.
âi thought about you,â he confessed, the words spilling out before he could stop them.
your eyes met his, wide and unsure, and hansol pressed on, desperate to fill the silence between you.
âevery day,â he said, his voice cracking under the weight of it all. âeven when i tried not to. i thought about you.â
you didnât say anything, and hansol felt the panic rising in his chest.
âyouâre still the first person i think of when i hear good news,â he admitted, his hands curling into fists. âevery time something happens, i want to tell you. and then i remember i canât. not anymore,â
your breath hitched, and hansol felt like he was unraveling, the words pouring out faster than he could catch them.
âi canât lose you again,â he said, the desperation thick in his voice. ânot after this. not afterââ
âhansol.â
your voice was soft but firm, and it stopped him in his tracks.
you stepped closer, your eyes searching his face for something he didnât know if he could give you.
âwhy?â you asked, echoing his earlier question.
âbecause youâre here,â he said, and it was the only answer he had. âbecause i never stopped wanting to fix this. fix us. but i didnât know how. i didnât know if you wanted me to.â
you didnât say anything right away, and hansolâs heart felt like it was seconds away from shattering.
âdo you?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
you looked down, your fingers twitching like you were debating something, and when you looked back up, there was something in your eyes that hansol hadnât seen in months.
âi donât know,â you said honestly, and it felt like a punch to the gut.
but then your lips quirked into the faintest of smiles, and hansol felt the slightest flicker of hope.
âmaybe,â you said, and hansol realized that maybe was enough. maybe meant there was a chance.
âcan we try?â he asked, his voice trembling.
you didnât answer, not with words. but when your fingers brushed against his, hesitant and unsure, hansol felt the air return to his lungs.
he didnât know what would happen next. he didnât know if this was the start of something new or the beginning of another heartbreak.
but when your hand slipped into his, he decided it didnât matter.
#seventeen#seventeen imagine#svt#svt x reader#seventeen fluff#svt fluff#seventeen x reader#svt angst#seventeen angst#angst seventeen#vernon imagine#vernon fluff#vernon angst#vernon fanfic#chwe hansol angst#chwe hansol fanfic#chwe hansol imagines#chwe vernon#hansol vernon chwe#chwe hansol x reader#chwe hansol fluff#chwe hansol#vernon x reader#vernon#vernon seventeen#seventeen vernon#chwe hansol vernon x reader#chwe hansol vernon#daisymbin: reqs
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I really love how much consensus there is around these parts about Emma-may as a Character. Every version of her is technically an original character, and all we have to base ourselves on are context clues and one singular drawing of a picture of her in journal three (and we don't even see her eyes in that picture because of how ford/the irl artist shaded it). And yet I see so many people trying their own hand in drawing her and all her versions kind of share the same DNA and vibes.
Most people hc her being from the South too, from the same side of the countryside as Fiddleford, and some even have them being childhood friends. Some have her going to BMU with Fidd but others don't, but they always make her pretty smart regardless. I read a fic where she was a chemist, another where she was a botanist, and saw an artist in bluesky that made her a nurse. Im gonna say, i really cant pick a favorite headcanon, i love them all too much, but i'm incredibly fond of the general notion of emma may being wickedly smart, just like her husband. Specially because i also happen to ship fiddauthor so i like to imagine she'd have some traits in common with ford for obvious reasons (fidds has a type and that type is curly haired and smarter than him). but she's so much more put together than ford LMAO.
Some make her more fem and other make her more masc but she always has curly hair and basically always covers her eyes with bangs just like Tate does (which, sidenote, it's such an inspired design choice that I always love).
Of course, the divergence is more palpable when it comes to writing her into the story and seeing how the characters interact with her, but her general personality is also remarkably consistent? She's practical and honest and doesn't accept being treated badly for too long. She's a lovely and doting mother to tate most of the time as well, even though he chose to leave California and go live in Gravity Falls (we should talk more about this btw)
emma may is just... it's so silly for me to be so attached to such a non-character but we made her into a character! Into a kaleidoscope of characters! She's a footnote in the story of gravity falls that we chose to give importance to. Please let's continue choosing to give importance to her.
(i could also like. add a gigantic footnote about her family's relation to ciphertology but @pixeltwix already wrote about it here and here)
#gravity falls#kitcatia has thoughts#emma may dixon#Fiddauthor#(It's just like a brief mention but still)#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fiddleford mcgucket
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I have a whole meta thing Iâm trying to write thatâs basically this. Itâs entirely consistent with her character journey.
She ends up in the shit to begin with because she frees a ship of slaves, already setting her apart as someone different, who cares about morals, and then yeah, as OP mentioned, had everything go to shit in spectacular fashion over a stolen artifact. Not to mention her friends are, in some versions (for hawke, p sure fenris always gets mad) sitting there going âIsabela, you did what? Not cool.â She even seems like she feels bad, iirc, she just doesnât know what to do without screwing herself.
Itâs been around 11-12 years since the end of DA2, so itâs been 20-25 years since she made that mistake and she spent like 8-10 years dealing with the fallout of it. If she ran, she probably dealt with it for even longer and lost her friends.
20-something years is PLENTY of time to learn and grow and change. It would be patently insane for her not to grow, especially since she was fairly ethical for a pirate to begin with. (Remember, being a proud slut has nothing to do with ethics!) Iâd argue it would be bad writing if sheâd learned nothing from DA2.
Also, sheâs still being paid. Itâs not like sheâs doing it out of the good of her heart. This way, she can properly appraise and get a fair price for things, not get attacked for taking something thatâs really going to piss someone off, and still gets paid.
Finally, the Lords of Fortune *have * to adhere to a more ethical code, since Rook can have that background. It says as much in the background summary. Otherwise the game doesnât work; do you really think Varric is going to work with Isabella OR her underling if he thought he was risking a Kirkwall 2.0?
Iâll write this better and in my own post with sources later when I have time and energy, but I have neither right now, so apologies if I am misremembering some detail of canon
on the one hand, i both understand and somewhat agree with the criticism that the lords of fortune were defanged of the more problematic elements that accompany treasure hunting and piracy, but on the other hand the idea that isabela reformed her raiders into a group that checks how important a plundered item is culturally before doing anything with it specifically because the last time isabela did NOT do this it resulted in An Actual Violent Coup That Almost Destroyed Kirkwall And Got The Viscount Literally Murdered is so fucking funny that i'm just like "yeah, fair enough"
#itâs a holiday and Iâm being misgendered within an inch of my life while dehydrated and jet lagged#so Iâm not doing my best work#datv spoilers#Isabela tag
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I gotta know. Is there a whirl model? You whirl fic made me go digging my local library for the comics. And whirl is very much my fave.
Like. The giblins in my head coming up with stupid impulses, and Whirl instead of ignoring his outright listens to them.
I wanna be whirl.
XD
Also honk honk love your writing
Thanks! Whirl figures? Thereâs a couple versions floating around, but theyâre a bit cursed
Delirium
IDW Whirl x Reader
âą âI think we got off on the wrong ped,â he says, watching the human dangling from where heâs got you by the back of your coverings spin when you try to kick him in the face. Again. Thereâs something admirable about that unfettered level of anger. And the swearing. Like a little him, raging at the world. âItâs like looking in a squishy mirror.â
âą Fear and anger tangling inside you, youâre wearing yourself out trying to hit him. But unfortunately your new friend learned his lesson and is holding you up and away from that giant optic. Falling into a sullen silence, you wonder if you can pull a shoe off and nail him in the face before he can dodge. Itâs tempting. The shortest of the mechs at what seems to be an alien bar is watching you and your captor with an expression like he wants to intervene. Or maybe itâs more like a bystander gawking at a train wreck.
âą âYou can call me Whirl and Iâll call you Punchy.â And those eyes narrow, mouth opening and he waves his claws in from of your face to shush you. âUh uh. How do you feel about small, cramped spaces. Specifically vents, Punchy?â Because his new bestie is just the right size to sneak into Brainstormâs lab and, more importantly, let him in with all those untested and morally questionable weapons the lunatic has been making. Itâs enough to send a shiver through him and warm his spark. He just needs to get around the bit where you get down from the vent to the floor without dying. Maybe some rope?
âą Is he serious? Or just completely deranged, because the looks on the faces of the other bar patrons suggest deranged, but theyâre still not moving to help you. âIf you shove me in a vent, Iâll find a way to crawl under your plating and tear out your soft bits with my teeth,â you threaten not even sure if he has any soft bits, before giving in and lobbing a shoe at his face.
âą âCareful, bestie. I might enjoy that,â he says, shifting his grip around your middle and slowly spinning in a circle. Watching your eyes squint shut, jaw clenching. You really are too cute, snarling at him to hide the fear. Just a little him, refusing to give up. Because as surrender is death.
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David Gaider on Shale, under a cut for length:
"Oops! I realized I'd moved on from DAO but missed one of the companions I'd written. Which checks out, honestly, because I almost didn't write Shale and, even after I'd written her, she almost didn't happen anyhow. Then she did. Prepare yourself for... PIGEON QUEST. đŠ€ So... I'm wracking my brain, but I don't recall how Shale began. I have this vague memory of us wanting a "weird" party member who didn't conform to the normal classes (this was back when Dog didn't need to be in the party), and I think my mind drifted to an old indie comic character named Concrete."
"Now, your reaction to that is probably "who?" That's OK. When I explain that HK-47 in KotOR was inspired by an old Canadian TV show called the Littlest Hobo I get the same perplexed response. đ
In short: Concrete was just a regular dude. Who happened to also be a walking hulk of rock. Cue hi-jinx. The problem here is I don't remember whether the Concrete thing was part of the original inspiration or something I thought of at the point when I started writing the character. Because I didn't, at first. That was later. Shale was initially taken on by Jay Turner, then one of our junior writers. Jay had an idea to make Shale more of a robot, an emotionless automoton killer... think HK-47, but without the layer of sarcasm. I was leery, and told Jay he'd have to be very careful. "Emotionless" can very quickly turn into "boring", after all, unless you're VERY careful. But Jay was determined. Sigh. This was a fail on my part, as his lead. There's been a couple of times in my career when I've let a junior convince me with their enthusiasm to take on something my experience said they shouldn't. And then watch their confidence crumble despite every effort I made to reassure them it was OK. This was one of those times. Jay, no idea if you'll read this but: I'm sorry. Even an experienced writer would have found that a daunting challenge. Tonia, my other Big Fail on a similar situation in DAI: I'm sorry. Both times, I should have known. You did your best, but I set you up to fail. đ"
"Jay did his best, and this version of Shale was certainly interesting... but, when he was done, it was one of those peer reviews where every writer had that look of "I'm REALLY sorry to say this..." It felt flat. Jay tried numerous revisions, but the issue wasn't his ability - it was the concept. I only allowed my writers a certain number of tries before I take it away. This hearkens back to an earlier time at Bio when writers would hack away at something that wasn't working 6, 7, 8 times or more until finally their soul was dust. Mike Laidlaw can attest. Revision isn't always the answer. So I moved (a much relieved, I think) Jay onto something else, and the question arose: what do we do with Shale? Do we cut it? It was already very late. Then Shale dropped in my lap. I don't remember if it was me refusing to let it go or maybe Brent (Knowles, Creative Director) giving it to me. I suspect it was the latter, because I recall being a bit bitter about the whole thing. WHAT am I going to do with this character? At the time, they'd moved me out of the writers pit to instead be in a big office with the other leads. I had this corner desk by a window (yay) with an awful view (ugh) What was so awful about it? It looked out onto the neighbouring roof, where there was only an HVAC unit to see. In the winter, pigeons would gather around it. They pooped all over everything - there was this alcove around the access door, right? The pigeons roosted there and it was POOP FAUCET city."
"Not only that, the pigeons used the HVAC like some kind of sex den. Angry, ugly pigeon sex. The only respite was when a hawk would appear and the pigeons scattered. Then I'd get maybe a day when there was a single pigeon corpse, like an exploded ball of down, to act as a scarecrow. Good days, those. What does any of this have to do with Shale? Well, there's me, staring out the window trying desperately to think what I'm going to do. But I CAN'T stare out the window because, gross. But what else am I going to stare at while I think? It was making me furious. I hated those pigeons SO SO MUCH. And then it hit me: Shale is basically an animated statue, right? Something that pigeons are rather notorious for also gathering on? And so I wrote. I wrote like the angry, angry wind. I had zero time to do this so it was basically me vomiting all my annoyance at everything into a single character. Not that it helped much. There was a battle going on over Shale - first, as I recall, it was the art team. They were going to make every doorway in the game EXTRA HUGE because they were worried that Shale was too large and might clip. So, yes, let's alter the whole world to fix that. Good idea. đ Eventually, they compromised by making Shale smaller. Sten-sized. Or Brent went Akira mode, but I don't really know. This was a battle happening above my level. Yet Shale got cut anyhow. There wasn't time to do her abilities and we were short on cinematics time. There was never enough time on DAO."
""Oh well," I thought. "That's that." I did what I could, but cut content is almost never resurrected. The idea was floated of making Shale into a DLC but I scoffed. Yeah, right! But... it happened. That's why the "almost" is there. Enough of the team liked Shale they made it happen this one time. This meant I could finish up the writing once we'd more or less wrapped DAO, and the rest of the team (cinematics, in particular, who were pressed the hardest for time) could move onto the Shale DLC once they were ready. It was supposed to come out well after release, but you know. Shenanigans. This particular shenanigan was EA deciding to sit on the finished DAO a few months in order to delay the release. Why? Again, not my level. To get closer to Christmas, maybe, or maybe for sim ship. It did mean Shale ended up being ready for release day. Unexpected confluence of events, honestly. Cue some fans getting upset that "cut content" was sold to them separately, which... fair, I guess? The alternative would have been that Shale was simply cut, period, and it just worked out this way but... yes, fair. This was back when DLC was the main beef of hardcore gamers. Oh, the good old days. Overall? I have a soft spot for Shale. She has no soft spot for anyone, being... you know... made of rock. It's why I put her in Asunder, and why she was also going to be in the - apparently now notorious for its Fenris murder - cancelled fourth DA novel. Also, if you're a pigeon fan: not sorry. đ"
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Is it okay to write a disabled villain as long as their disability has nothing to do with their goal or motivation as an antagonist?
I've also heard that it's best to have a hero who's also disabled when writing a story with a disabled villain, so a follow-up question on that: Would a hero and villain both being disabled but being differently disabled still achieve that? ex. An autistic, paraplegic hero and a diabetic villain
Hi!
It is fine to have a disabled villain. The main things to avoid are having your villain be the only disabled character or the only severely disabled character, a villain because of their disability or a uniquely evil character, and the facial difference tropes discussed in this post.
Your example sounds perfectly fine. It's great to have rep of multiple characters with the same disability, especially when one of those characters is an antagonist, but it's not a requirement. As long as you're portraying your antagonist as a villain who also happens to be disabled, you're probably okay.
Mod Rock
Hello,
I'll specifically mention villains with facial differences - please, don't. We don't need more villains with facial differences, even if the heroes are diabetic or have chronic pain or anything else.
If you absolutely must make the evil one have a disfigurement (and I mean must, whatever it means to you, not "but they look more evil with their gross scar I want to keep ittt"), give the hero a bigger disfigurement. No more "burn survivor villain / hero with a hot scar that's essentially an eyebrow slit" BS.
Facial differences are often not considered a disability, having a hero be disabled in a different way won't offset it. People don't tend to think of us as disabled, we are just ugly and bad. In my experience (of existing in writing spaces) a lot of people would be accepting of the idea that an autistic character could be positive, even if it's through an ableist "disability made them a saint" lens. In the same experience, most people can't even seemingly conceptualize a positive character with a facial difference as a thing that could exist unless their facial difference is one that no one has in real life. I've told writers before "make a positive character with an FD" and I'm getting told that they don't really know how to, they only have villain concepts; even making a regular ass person with an FD is apparently a challenge. People will make "evil versions" of abled characters and boom, they have a facial difference now, since it clearly signifies that someone is a bad person. Every character with an FD is either evil, a nameless victim (victim specifically because they became disfigured), or a tough violent dude who draws a line with a marker vertically across his eye.
We don't need more of this, genuinely. It's boring (and offensive, but I think almost all of us are numb to it at this point) and offers nothing new. Either make put us on the heroes' side or just leave us out. Everything else - including attempts at subverting the deformed villain trope - will end up as the thing you're trying to avoid.
mod Sasza
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