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[always-a-joyful-note]

Well, it looks like I've caved and started with the Korean TLs of the i7 story from 6.10. It's (pretty) slow progress, but I'm managing more or less okay. The question I have to the fandom is....while I'm not confident enough in Korean (like at all) to give direct TLs from that, nor do I want to since the translator has password protected their TLs (and I don't feel comfortable doing translations from a translation, anyway), I wouldn't mind giving summaries of each section after I finish it if people want it

[kakashisbabymama218]

lol so this ended up being wayyy longer than i expected, just under 3k

Also, not edited so hopefully there aren’t many mistakes! If so I’ll fix it when I wake up cause ya girl is sleepy lol.

You can read part 1 here

you were barely halfway through your shift when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. you decide to ignore it for now, instead getting back to the task you were working on.

its ten minutes later when you're able to take your break, you head out towards the parking lot, seeing your car parked in the middle of the sea of cars and walk over towards it, unlocking the door and sitting down in the drivers seat.

you pull your phone out from your pocket and open it, noticing a new text message from katsuki. your fingers instantly click on the notification only to see its a video he sent.

you remember he said something about going to a party with eijirou and denki and figure its just a video of the three of them drunk off their ass and yelling into the camera or something like it usually is.

however, when you click play it doesn't take long for you to realize that this is not anything like the normal videos you receive. your eyes widen instantly and your head snaps up, looking back and forth and even behind you just to be safe, making sure no one else is in the parking lot before your eyes are dropping back down to your phone just in time to see katsuki pushing his pants down on his hips and his cock springing free.

your mouth waters at the sight, your legs squeezing together instinctively, eyes glued to the phone. you swallow as he takes his length into his hands, letting his hand drag up and down his dick and your ears perk up at the sound of him groaning softly in the background, hands instantly moving to turn the volume up all the way, wanting to hear each and every sounds that falls from his lips as he pleasures himself.

his thumb rubs at his tip, smearing the precum that dripped from his tip along the purplish tip and you can practically taste him on your tongue.

katsuki lets his dick go, and you watch , eyes moving along with it as if hypnotized, as it bounces up and down softly before settling. movement above catches your attention and you watch as katsuki begins racking his nails up and down his stomach, something you know he loves when you do it to him.

the hand that isn't holding your phone moves down to your legs, rubbing your thighs as you continue to watch katsuki touch himself.

you jump the first time he says something, not prepared for him to talk.

“fuckkk pretty girl—” and shit he already sounds so fucked out and he's barely even started.

your hand begins to slip inside the waistband of your pants, wanting nothing more than to give throbbing clit the attention its begging for when the quiet rumbling of an engine pulls your attention away from the video, your head raising as you see a car pull into the spot directly next to you and you immediately click out of the video, pulling up a random app you have on your phone as your cheeks heat up at the fact that you were really about to play with your pussy in the parking lot of you job.

after a minute or two you glance over at woman in the car next to you, wishing she'd hurry up and get out already so you can keep watching the video, but she's looking down at her phone and you can tell she's not going anywhere anytime soon. you let out a groan and look around the parking lot wishing she parked literally anywhere else.

your damp panties cling to you uncomfortably and you squeeze your legs together to get some sort of friction to your throbbing clit, silently reminding yourself that you are in fact in public so you cant actually make yourself cum.

the sound of a car door opening pulls you from the ache in your pants and you see the woman getting out of her car, closing the door behind herself and walking in the direction of your job.

alone again, you do another quick sweep of the parking lot, making sure there's no one around before your clicking back over to the video.

“wish it was you bouncing on this dick”

and fuck so do you, you wanna feel the fullness you feel everytime you sink down on katsuki's fat cock, the stinging stretch you feel no matter how many fingers katsuki uses to stretch you out or how long he preps you for. he's just so... thick, that it always brings a painful kind of pleasure.

 “don’t worry pretty girl, imma come stretch that pussy out when you get off”

at the reminder of your job your head raises. you take your bottom lip between your teeth, debating.

you leaving early wouldn't really be that bad, you guys were overstaffed for it to be such a slow night, and you have complete faith in your coworkers that they can handle the rest of the night without you.

it doesn't take you long to make you're decision, you're completely exiting off of the video and stuffing your phone back into your pocket, not bothering to finish the video, you'll be getting the real thing soon anyway.

you head back inside of your job, going towards your managers office and knocking. after telling her some shitty excuse about having a family emergency and how you have to go you grab your stuff, calling out a goodbye to your coworkers before you back outside and speed walking to your car.

you know katsuki is at his place because of the message he sent you after sending the video.

this party sucks. going back home, come over when you get off.

luckily his apartment wasn't too far from your job and in less than ten minutes you're pulling up to the familiar building. you park and hurry towards the door, using the key katsuki gave you to let yourself in.

you take the stairs up to the third floor, not bothering with the elevator until you're standing in front of katsuki's door. you fumble around with your keys a little before finding the right one and pushing it into the key hole, twisting it until it clicks. You walk inside, toeing your shoes off at the door.

its dark inside, the only light inside coming from the small space under katsuki's bedroom door. you hear him curse before he's calling someone a shitty extra and you figure he's playing his game.

you make your way to the door, pushing it open, flooding the dark hallway with light. katsuki's head turns at the sound of his door being opened and a surprised look crosses his face. he turns his headset off and sets it down before turning back towards you.

he glances up at the clock on the wall above your head and back down at you.

"what are you doing here so early? I thought you didn't get off for three more hours." he says but you don't respond, instead you're taking his controller in your hand and tossing it onto his bed before crawling into his lap.

your hands tangle in his blonde strands as you press your lips into his. katsuki's hands find your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses you back, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. your lips part instantly and katsuki doesn't hesitate, pushing his tongue into your mouth and slotting it against yours.

he tastes like mint with the lingering taste of weed and you moan at the combination, tugging on his hair as you grind yourself down against his growing erection, groaning at the clothing barrier that separates the two of you.

you pull away to mess with the strands of his sweatpants, untying them before trying to push them down. katsuki lifts his hips off of the chair, helping you pull his pants down enough to free his cock.

"you didn't answer my question" he says, watching you spit in your hand before wrapping it around his length. "what are you doing here so early?"

you don't answer, too focused on pumping him fast, your grip tight as you stare down at his cock.

he takes your jaw between his hands, squeezing your cheeks together and forcing you to look up at him. the hand you have wrapped tightly around his cock pauses as you stare into his red eyes, darkened with arousal.

"don't tell me you left work early just to get some dick. fuckin cock slut."

the words are mean but they're completely true, you did leave work early to get fucked and you were a cock slut— his cock slut.

"i saw your video" you tell him, as you begin moving your hand again, slower this time but your grip still just as tight. katsuki smirks.

"yeah?" he questions, tilting his head to the side. you hear him suck in a breath when you begin thumbing at his tip, smearing his precum the same way you say him do in the video.

"yeah. got so turned on i was ready to finger myself right there in the parking lot. probably woulda if someone didn't park next to me"

katsuki's dick twitches in your hand at the mental image of your spread out in the backseat of your car, fingers pumping in and out of your tight pussy as you watch him jerk off for you.

you let out a surprised yelp when katsuki places his hands on your ass before lifting you both out of the chair, he walks the few steps over towards his bed. he tosses you onto the soft mattress before pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room.

he crawls onto the bed, settling himself between your legs, his head directly in front of your clothed cunt. he drags his finger up and down your slit, feeling the warmth even through the layers of clothes you have.

in one swift motion, he has your legs pushed up with your knees by your head, pulling both your pants and panties down at the same time until they're pooling at your feet, you kick them off the rest of the way, letting the drop to the floor as katsuki takes his place between your legs once again.

the first lick against your sensitive clit was too much, after being ignored for so long the pleasure of finally being touched is almost enough to make you cum right then and there. your back arches off the bed, hands yanking at katsuki's hair.

his eyes are focused on your face, watching as your mouth falls open in a long moan when he takes your clit between his lips and starts to suck and slurp at the bundle of nerves.

"shit katsuki—fuck" you grind your hips up against his face, one of your hands coming to push your shirt and bra up over your chest, freeing your tits to the cool air circulating throughout the room, knowing katsuki likes the cold. your nipples harden even more when the cold air hits them and you take one of them between your fingers, pinching and rolling the nub as katsuki laps at your clit.

it doesn't take long— it never does, not when katsuki is sucking on your clit just right—for you to feel the familiar tightening in your tummy, your toes curling as you moan out a pathetic broken version of his name. two of katsuki's thick fingers plunge inside of you, he doesn't give you time to adjust as he curls his fingers upwards, looking for that spot that'll have you screaming out his name in seconds.

he knows he's found it when you're crying out and trying to close your legs around his head. he focuses his thrusts on the same spot, over and over again until your back is rising off the bed completely and your screaming out his name.

he continues lapping at your cunt, drinking down every drop of slick that gushes out of you as you cum on his tongue. his fingers slow down but never stop moving as he helps you ride out your orgasm. you're panting by the time he moves his head from between your legs, instead moving to lay next to you on the bed, his hand stroking his cock as he spreads his legs.

"cmon pretty girl, want you to ride me" he says, licking his lips and patting his lap.

you swing your leg over his, feeling his hard cock under your cunt and you grind back and forth, hissing and letting your head fall against his shoulder when it rubs against your overly sensitive clit.

you lift yourself up as katsuki lines himself up with your opening. you moan out in unison as you begin sinking down onto his cock. katsuki has to stop himself from wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest and fucking up into you fast and hard.

he'll let you take the lead... for now that is.

your hands find his chest, feeling his muscles under your fingers and you barely have to think before you're dragging your fingers up and down his pecks, letting them slide down to the tiny red marks on his stomach from where he scratched himself earlier at the party.

you lift yourself up on shaky knees, before sinking right back down, still not taking the whole thing inside yet but slowly moving down inch by inch.

"fuck kats', your so big'" you whine out when you finally take him in to the hilt. you feel so full, your tight walls clenching tightly around him as you let yourself adjust to the stretch.

katsuki tisks, thrusting up into you—hard. "thought i told you to ride me" he says with hard slap to your ass. you whine out again at the sting but lift yourself up anyway. you begin properly riding him, sliding yourself up and down on his length, grinding your hips against his, moaning as your clit rubs against his pelvis.

katsuki lifts his head off of the pillow and pushes his face into your chest, taking his lips and wrapping them around you nipple, one of his hands coming up to toy with the other one.

he can tell you're getting tired when your movements become sloppy, so he takes that as his que.

"hold on tight" he murmurs against your chest.

you barely hear him, grabbing onto his shoulders at the last second before your breath is stolen right from your lungs.

katsuki wraps his arms around your middle and plants his feet on the bed below him. he holds onto you tightly as he pounds into you, the sounds of skin slapping against skin immediately bounces off the walls at the pace he fucks you.

"ka— kat-suk-iiii fuckkkkk" you cant even think straight, the feeling of katsuki's cock plunging in and out of you rapidly must have your brain all jumbled because the only thing you can think of is dick dick dick dick dick, the word repeating itself over and over again in your head as you claw at his shoulders hard enough to draw blood, but katsuki barely even notices, too busy using you as a human fleshlight to worry about something as trivial as a few drops of blood.

he's close, dick twitching deep inside of your walls and he can tell by the way your squeeze him so tightly that you're close too. he slows down, dragging himself out slowly, leaving nothing but his tip in before snapping his hips forwards, knocking the wind out of you with each thrust, trying to hang on just a little long so that the two of you can cum together.

he flips the two of you over, laying you flat against the mattress with your head resting on the pillow.

"play with your pussy" he tells you, pulling away from you just far enough to let your hand slip between your legs, fingers ghosting over your clit.

"i'm not gonna last much longer" you tell him as you apply pressure to your clit, moving your fingers in circular motions.

"me— shit, me either" he tells you, hips stuttering a bit as you clench down tightly around him, fingers speeding up the assault on your clit. "gonna cum with me pretty girl?" he asks against your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"mhmm... yeah fuck"

katsuki pulls back, angling his hips and hitting your gspot head on. thats all it takes for you to cum, body convulsing as your orgasm crashes into you, your toes curling as katsuki continues to fuck your through your orgasm.

it doesn't take long before you feel his warm seed shooting deep inside of you, pushing further inside of your walls as katsuki continues to thrust into you until he's positive he's emptied his heavy balls inside of your cunt.

you feel as it begins dripping out of your hole the second he pulls out, flopping down on the bed next to you, breathing hard and sweating. he looks over at you, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

he leans down and pokes your cheek "i can't believe you really left work just to come get some dick"

[canon-in-too-deep]

25 Free Typesets!

New achievement unlocked! I've finished my 25th public domain typeset, and you can find all 25 unimposed pdfs for FREE here! (Personal use only! Use these to read, bind, burn, or ignore at your pleasure!) I'm so excited to post this collage of all the title pages I've done for pd texts thus far. I started getting into typesetting earlier this year, and that journey started with googling "what is typesetting???" 😅😆. Since then, it's been fun exploring literature and the designs surrounding text. Anyway, thank you to everyone who's stopped by this blog! It's meant a lot to me, whether you liked/reblogged/followed, or just took a look!

[angelicameron]

secret - rafe cameron ᡣ𐭩

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: y/n and rafe have been in a secret situationship for three months now and she’s fed up, wanting nothing more than to openly express her love for him.

warnings: use of y/n, profanity, slight angst, fluff, cringe, not proofread, idk what else

credits: based off this prompt by @dumplingsjinson

“I want to let the world know how much I’m fucking in love with you yet that’s the exact opposite of what you want.”

a/n: ah i’m sorry, this is not proof read and i’m only new to writing, feel free to leave feedback in the comments!

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i’ve been friends with sarah since i was born, our families are quite close, meaning i also grew up with rafe. for as long as i can remember i’ve had feelings for him, but didn’t think he felt the same, but one day he admitted his feelings for me and we’ve been a secret situationship since. no labels and certainly no publicity. i keep trying to hint to rafe that i want it to be public but he seems to always shut down the idea with a quick, “not yet baby, soon though, yeah?” but that day never seems to come.

one night i’m at the bonfire party and i spot rafe and his friends, walking upto him. i know whatever we have going on is secret, but surely i could still talk to him, right? after all i’ve known him my whole life, we’re family friends. once i’m over there though he only speaks to me a little, mainly ignoring me. after a while i got fed up and stormed off to my friends. as i glanced back over my shoulder, i saw the confusion and slight guilt in his expression at seeing me angry and upset but quickly masked it back with his usual ‘tough’ expression. typical.

that was about a week ago now, i haven’t talked to him since. he’s messaged me and called me countless times but i haven’t responded. it’s 11pm and i’m in my house, getting ready for bed, and he sends more messages, again.

rafe 💗

come on baby please

im so fucking sorry

just talk to me, yeah?

you know i love you

please don’t do this

i’m sick of this. sick of him acting like i’m always gonna be there no matter how much he fucks up. i ignore his messages and get into bed, leaving him on read. usually he would’ve sent a goodnight message by now, he had done so every night since we confessed our feelings, even this past week, when i’ve been ignoring him, but he hasn’t yet. weird. but i choose to ignore it.

i begin to drift off to sleep when suddenly i hear a knock at my door and jump. who the fuck would be here at this time? it’s almost 11:30pm?

rafe 💗

open the door for me please.

i need to see you.

of course it’s rafe. i know him well enough to know he’s not gonna leave til he sees me, he’ll continue knocking til then. so i walk downstairs and unlock the door, staring at him with a blank expression. “what the fuck do you want rafe?” “you.” he respond plainly. his words give me butterflies but i push it down since i’m mad at him. “please just talk to me?” he adds. “fine, come in.” he wanders into my house, a soft, relieved smile on his face, and i close the door behind him. “why have you been ignoring me baby?” the second i hear those words leave his lips i scoff. “why? are you seriously fucking asking me why right now? are you joking?” i notice he’s slighted taken aback by my words but recovers quickly and speaks again. “no i’m not joking, why haven’t you spoken to me for a whole week? i thought we agreed to keep this secret?” he’s still speaking somewhat softly, yet frustrated. “yeah, we agreed to keep a secret for a little bit, then we were gonna be public and official, remember that? it’s been 3 months rafe. i’m done hiding” my tone is laced with exhaustion, clearly fed up with all this sneaking around we’ve been doing. “it was fun for a little, but i’m sick of it.” he sighs and runs his hands across his face. “just a little longer baby please-” my face becomes even more frustrated as he says that. is he fucking serious? that’s all he ever says. “no rafe, no more saying ‘just a little longer’, you always do that and it’s ridiculous. you said that when i asked to be public a week into.. whatever the fuck this is, then a two weeks, three, four, a month, two months, now three months and plenty of times in between. i’m done. you either wanna do this or you don’t. are you ashamed of me or something” i rant, slightly raising my voice. “what? no! of course i’m not embarrassed of you baby. i’m just- scared. you know i don’t exactly have the reputation of somebody who commits and-” “seriously? this is about your fucking reputation? oh my god i’m gonna lose it. if you’re too worried about your player reputation and wanting to keep that image then by all means, go for it, but count me out rafe. you can’t just toy me along forever. i’m looking for something real. i want to let the world know how much I’m fucking in love with you yet that’s the exact opposite of what you want, so i’m done. i’m done with the games.” …silence. “baby.. listen to me please, no interruptions. it’s not the fact that i want to be seen as a player, it’s that i know the reputation i have and if we go public- well i know everyone will try and change your mind about me. convince you i’m not good enough, and fuck, i know that, but i don’t want you to think that. i’m trying to be better for you, i’m trying to get to a point where i’m so good to you, there’s no way you’d believe that, i just- don’t know if i’m there yet.” he blurts out, eyes tearing up, desperately trying to get his point across. my expression softens. “oh rafe.. you don’t have to worry about someone changing my mind. you’re all i’ve wanted ever, nothings going to change that.” i reach up and hold his face in my hands, his arms instinctively coming around my waist. “really?” “really.”

we continue talking that night and he stays over, the next day we go on a real date, and he asks me to be his girlfriend, officially. we’re actually in public now, not hiding anymore, telling people we’re together and i’ve never been happier.

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[dragonmonstermilk]

Roseshroom trap

Hi guys! So, I don't know why, but tumblr deleted my post?! Btw this smut has a resonator!Reader (wuthering wawes inspired) but can be read simply as adventurer!Reader. I hope you'll enjoy it!

Tw: monster fucking, (mention of) tentacles have aphrodisiacs effect, (if you squint) public sex, lots of cum, squirting, gn!reader, gangbang (tentacles), blowjob, (kinda) belly bulge from cum.

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The sun was setting; the day went already by by just helping people and taking some chests here and there. You decided to give yourself a break, wanting to see the amazing sunrise. As you sat down in silence, while the orangey ray of the sun made the sky all pinkish, you saw a few meters from you, something glistening, something that seemed like a cave.

Without thinking too much you got up again, the sun guiding you towards your destination. To be safe, you pulled your sword out, making sure that near the entrance there weren't enemies. After checking the situation and seeing that nothing was there, you made your way inside the cave. Luckily, there were a few torches light it up, as well as some sun's rays, as if they were really guiding you towards some mysterious path. Indeed, you found something.

Being always cautious, you approached what seemed to be a puzzle. You were intrigued and as you got closer yoy noticed some sort of cube to move.

'Well, let me try this" you said more to yourself, even because the cave was empty apart from you, or that's what you thought. As you inspect the puzzle to make up the trajectory of the cube, you find the right solution: from top left, to top center, to middle center to middle right, to down right to bottom right, and, yes, that's it! To bottom center! Keeping in mind these directions you solved successfully the puzzle.

"Wasn't that hard!" You spoke to yourself, proud to have solved another puzzle. In reality, this was a very easy one, maybe because you already have experience in this kind of puzzle.

After a few minutes you heard a sound, like something unlocking from deep inside the puzzle. What did you expect wasn't that, not at all. Keeping a safe distance, what stood before you was not a chest but a monster! A mushroom kinda like monster with his head resembling a rose!

Mhh...why didn't I think about it?! Ok, let's keep calm. Maybe there's something after I defeat it. You took a few breaths, gripping steadily your sword. Now you were facing the roseshroom, but the closer you got the more it didn't move an inch.

After making a quick check, you relaxed yourself, thinking that it was innocent and that this challenge didn't really have a reward. As you put your defenses down, two yellow tentacles creeped beneath you, grasping your ankles. The tentacles lifted you, now you are hovering above the head of the roseshroom. You squealed in surprise as your sword fell down, a metallic sound echoing in the cavern.

"Put me down!" screaming, kicking your feet and hands you tried to free yourself but it was impossible, the grip of the two tentacles way too strong for you. Still struggling to find a way to break free, another two tentacles approached your body, one entering your shorts, moving against your hole and teasing it, the other one circling your chest.

Your face flushed red. Your body immobilized both from the tentacles on your hands and legs and because you were embarrassed feeling the wetness in your sensitive spot. "W-WAIT!" you screamed panicked, but the tentacles didn't heard you, or better, they did but your mouth now was forced open by another tentacle. You moaned around it as the one teasing your hole entered inside you. Your body tensed, feeling full from the large girth of the tentacle. As it moved slowly inside you, touching your deepest sensitive spot, the one on your chest circled your sensitive nipples. The one in your mouth matched the peace of the tentacle inside you. Giving it a messy blowjob as saliva was all over the tentacle and running down your mouth.

"P-please.." you muttered with teary eyes, not knowing what was for your pleading. The pleasure spread all throughout your body, sending intense shockwaves. You couldn't believe that tentacles were fucking you! Your body was so warm, you were feeling too hot, as if you had fever. Your nipples were so sensitive that the contrast of the slimy and cool tentacle made you cum, not that stopped the one inside you as the deep in your throat.

"Mhm, ahh, please, I'm gonna cum again if you continue!" you tried talking, but again, your voice sounded more like a whisper for all the deep trust of the tentacle in your mouth. As you moved yourself for more friction, another tentacle entered your wet hole. Your mind was fuzzy, thinking only about cumming and having more pleasure. The two tentacles inside you were even bigger than what you felt before, both of them moving at the same deep and harsh pace as your hole was squeezing them, knowing that you were about to cum.

Moans, gasps and sticky sounds echoed in the cave, not feeling embarassed of your own moans. It was all too good to think about embarassement. The tentacles kept fucking you non stop. What time it was? It were passed only a few minutes or hours? You couldn't say, maybe it was midnight or maybe not. The only thing you were sure about was the more the tentacles fucked your holes the more you wanted.

"Ahhh! Mhhnggg!! I-i'm cumming!" Your body tensed again, releasing your sweet juice, at the same time the tentacles inside you filled you up with their seed, making his way deep deep inside you. As your hole was getting pumped up with cum a belly bump formed. The tentacle in your mouth came too. You swallowed all, and as it removed from your mouth, some cum spurted all over your face and chest, creating more mess than before.

You were breathless, brain completely empty as the roseshroom expanded his head, as if it wanted to make a bit more of room for your body. As soon as you were laid on top of his head your body collapsed. You closed your eyes, recovering from all what happened. The tentacles runned all over your body, as a way to comfort you.

This sure was better than a chest.

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[seungfl0wer]

*Stranger Danger?*

Pairing: Jisung x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Public, CNC, Face Fucking, Slaps to V, Slight Fingering, Reader Called Whore, Degrading, Hints of alcohol, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Not Proofread

Kinks: Public + CNC

Separate Warning just to make sure you’re aware CNC is Consenting non Consenting. Consent is always important! If this kind of theme might trigger you please DO NOT read it. Does however have a soft ending.

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Grabbing another drink from the bar, you headed back to your seat bobbing and weaving in the crowd. The club you were at was extremely busy. The music played loudly as people danced and made out on the floor. There was so many people around you hadn’t noticed one man eyeing you up from your seat. He watched your every move waiting for his perfect opportunity to pounce. After a few drinks you gave him the perfect one.

You made your way to one of the bathrooms that was further down one of the halls. There wasn’t anybody in the line for it like the others so you took the opportunity to quickly relieve yourself. As you finished up you heard the door open again swinging shut as whoever walked in. You go to unlock the door where you are met with a pair of hands grabbing for you. One comes up to cover your mouth the other wraps his arms around you. “I’d say don’t scream but even if you do no one’s gonna hear you.” The man said against your ear.

He pushed your body against the stall before locking the door of the stall. He had your body pinned, now locked in the small space with him. You tried moving your body to break free from his grasp but he held you tightly. You could feel his hard on against your ass as he left sloppy kisses to your neck. He started to dry hump you as he spoke “I’ve been watching you all night, god you’re so fucking hot. How you’re here by yourself is crazy” he said lips now at your ear. “Should be careful going out looking like you do, gonna drive men mad.”

You should be scared, should be trying to fight but your body just almost shuts down. Your mind going blank at the situation that’s unfolding. He lets his hand wonder your body, reaching up your shirt to fondle your tits before dipping his hands down to your heat. “Look at you, you’re fucking wet. Are you really enjoying having a stranger take advantage of you hmm? What a little fucking whore you are.” His spat as his fingers moved up and down your folders.

You groan in response not even realizing how turned on you are from all of this. The hand he had around your mouth comes down to grip around your neck as he turns your head towards him. He quickly meets your lips his tongue darting into your mouth as his fingers plunge into your wet hole. You moan against his lips as his pumping you fast, his thumb brushing against your clit.

He swallows all of your moans as he devours your mouth. He slides his fingers from you making you whimper from the loss “don’t worry little whore, I’ll fill you soon” he said his voice husk. He swiftly pulled down his pants letting his cock smack against his abdomen. This is the first time you’re getting a good look at this man. He was really handsome, hair slicked to his face from sweat and his eyes glassed over from arousal.

He leaned back on the to wall spreading his legs, as he stroked himself. He grabbed your shirt pulling you to him before pushing you down. “Open that whore mouth of yours and let me fill it” he said placing the tip to your lips. Your eyes stare up at him before opening your mouth, he waists no time pushing into your warm mouth. He grabs the sides of your head as he starts fucking into your mouth. Drool spilling from the sides of your mouth dripping down your chin as you choked on his length.

His cock hitting the back of your throat as you could feel him twitching. His high was close already from skull fucking you so good. Tears pricked at the edges of your eyes as he gave one last harsh thrust gagging you before releasing in the back of your throat. The sinful moan he let out was enough for to feel your arousal pool in your panties. He looked down at you with glassy eyes pulling out of your mouth and pulling you up to him.

He wiped the drool from your face before kissing you sloppily. He pushed his body against yours making you thud against the wall. His hands trailed your body pulling down your shorts before aligning himself to your dripping hole. “You’re not even putting up a fight? You must want to be used hmm?” He said against your lips. You could only groan in response as he pushed inside of you. His body stuttering as he did “ah- fuck you’re- so- warm” his was like his body shaking a bit.

He wrapped your legs around him pulling you up the wall his body holding you in position as he started to move. His thrusts were deep and harsh hitting every little spot of yours. “I’m gonna fuck you so good I’m all you’ll ever think about.” He groaned leaning down to suck little marks on your neck biting it occasionally. You were moaning almost screaming, his trying to find anywhere to grip. Your cunt started to clench around his hard cock pulling him deeper.

He started to thrust somehow deeper now hitting your g-spot with every pound. Your head flung back eyes closed feeling your high coming. And boy was it coming fast. Jisung took his hand rubbing your clit harshly as he pumped into you. “God you’re so pathetic, getting off at being fucked by some stranger hmm? What a fucking whore you are.” His words were hot burning you with more desire.

“Gonna be a good little whore and let me pump you full of all my cum hmm? I mean you don’t really have a choice.” He chuckled at his own words. He brought his free hand up to cup your face making you look at him “look at me you dirty little whore, I wanna see you cum on my cock.” He said letting a small but hard smack to your pussy. Your body jolted at the feeling moaning loudly. He smirked at your reaction smacking it again “you really are just a dirty little whore aren’t you.” He said chuckling again.

You couldn’t take everything anymore your body convulsing around him your legs squeezing him to an almost halt. You came hard around his dick your juices leaking down your leg. You all but screamed as you came eyes fluttering shut body shaking. Jisung let out a low groan at the feeling of you, your walls sucking him in “fucking- ah” he stuttered out pushing himself into you deep as his high washed over him. “Fuck- your cunt- got so tight- fuck” he moaned pressing his exhausted body against yours.

“Y/n” he said softly against your ear “you alright?” He asked. You nod your head wrapping your arms around him. “I need to hear you say it love.” He said his voice soft. He brought his hand up to cup your face looking over you “love” he coed a hint of worry in his voice. “Ji- m’fine” you said still trying to catch your breath. He smiled relief washing over him “didn’t go too far?” He asked rubbing his thumb over your cheek.“No” you said quickly snuggling your body up against him.

You two have been trying to plan something like this for a while. The idea being hot to the both of you. You both had sat down making sure there was a safe word in place and a small game plan. Planned where to do it and when but everything else was just trust. And you trusted jisung with your life, I mean he was your fiancé after all.

“More cuddles now? Or do you wanna get cleaned up and we can go home?” He asked kissing you softly. “Home, and ice cream?” You said smiling fondly at him. “Sounds like a deal my love. Just be careful standing don’t want you to fall.” He said holding your hand helping you get to your feet. After cleaning up as best as you could you headed out of the bar, driving him still on cloud 9 head full of jisung.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[bettsfic]

Betts. how do I stop feeling jealous of everyone and everything and just focus on myself? I'm tired of being comprised of nothing but envy.

story time:

so i was recently at Millay, which is one of the top artist residencies in the country. they have an acceptance rate of something like 3%. when i was shown my room, there was a packet of all the residents' artist bios. i sat down and read through all of them. most of them were like half a page in length, single-spaced, listing out accomplishments i could never dream of. one artist had won a guggenheim. one author had published 12 books. another author published her first book at 19 years old. these were people who were extremely well accomplished and respected in their fields.

and we all became very good friends!

and then there was me. my bio was 3 sentences listing out a couple short publications and awards and other residencies i'd done. and my honest to god first thought was, "wow, the jurors must have really liked my writing to have accepted me among all these great artists."

and my second thought was, "that's the healthiest thing i have ever thought."

i had no jealousy of their accomplishments. even though my career hadn't even begun compared to theirs, i didn't attend dinner that night with any impostor syndrome. and that confirmed for me that i had grown out of whatever place i used to be in as a person, where i was basically a raw wound wrapped in barbed wire. everything hurt me and i hurt everything in return.

jealous feelings come from an intense need of external approval, but as i've mentioned in other asks, approval and validation is a well that gets filled over time. at our introductory dinner that night, i didn't talk about my work in the hope of convincing everyone i deserved to be there, which was what i would've done a few years before. instead we all ended up talking about a TV show. the most highbrow place i've ever been in my life, and we're getting wine drunk and discussing at length a cheesy discovery channel reality series. the guggenheim winner: loves box turtles. the guy who's published 12 books: his favorite movie is Spirited Away. the girl who published a book at 19: reads One Direction fanfic. the well-lauded poet: old school tumblrina.

actually, 4 out of 7 of us read fanfic and we had some great conversations about it. sometime i'll tell you about introducing the co-director of the residency to AO3.

when you think of the most accomplished and successful writer you've ever read, remember that they are, at the very core of their being, a nerd. and if you were to eat dinner with them, you would, with enough polite inquisitiveness, be able to unlock the goofy side of them that binges Property Brothers.

so that was the big change for me, i think. i started asking a lot of questions. i stopped talking and i started listening. it seems counterintuitive that admitting to not knowing stuff shows confidence, but it does. pretending you know stuff is what looks insecure. i think for me, i put so much of myself in my work, i wanted my work to be lauded so i could feel accomplished, and feeling accomplishment would let me believe i deserved to exist. but over time, i've reframed that mentality. my work is a thing that exists beyond me and is private to those who read it. it comes from me, but it is not me. what i am is just the person i am, and my life is a series of moments i choose for myself, and i am allowed to exist.

even sending this ask shows that you've begun filling your well. it takes someone who's already come a long way to realize jealousy isn't the status quo and is a feeling to be overcome. and you can overcome it. you can reach a place where you have enough success that other people's success has nothing to do with you, and you're free to just be happy for them. and when you read work that's better than yours you feel joy at learning something new.

so put your work into the world and let it be rejected. you'll rack up a couple wins or close calls, and those will give you energy to be rejected some more. and eventually you'll be rejected so much that rejection doesn't feel like anything, and you will have won enough to realize your work has a place in the world, and that place is no bigger or smaller than anyone else's. your work is allowed to exist simply as it is, and you are allowed to exist simply as you are.

[deesseshesca]

PAC : How to express your sexual self ? (18+)

I GOT A NEW KINKY DECK BABES !

Good morning pretty soul ! I am so excited ... IS OFFICIALLY KINKTOBER ! DAY : 6-8

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PILE 1 

2 cups (reverse), 3 swords (reverse), 3 pentacles, 4 pentacles 

Y’all are dealing with a partner that sabotages you but they are not the only one. You guys are out here playing super hero saving everyone except for focusing on nurturing your garden. You don’t even have enough in your cup but nah u out here pouring in everybody cups. I do understand that you have children so you need to pour into their cup unconditionally. Since you are outhere saving others but yourself you are drained mentally which has a major impact on your mother/father hood. Your kids deserve the best version of yourself so cut with no second thought anything draining you. 

Stop having sex with them ! Every time your partner wants to get in your good graces they create a sexual tension and all the sudden you forgive all they are wrong doing. You are so damm predictable that they don’t even fucking try changing. Ever since I started pulling card for people, I realize how people are ready to stay in broken relationships because it is not toxic enough to leave. Like the fact that u are always unhappy should be the limit. Nah y’all want to get  beaten on, cheated on or financially abused before calling it a quit. Y’all need to feel completely defeated before standing up for yourself. Such a mindset is so dangerous, especially when u have children. Because you should not accept any kind of abuse before leaving and it shows how low your self worth really is. For y’all specifically, you don’t want to leave your partner,ok , then open your mouth. Express that you have had enough and REQUIRE fucking change. Stop letting yourself down chasing for perfection only you can create. Going to therapy is necessary to work together towards y’all happy ending. Is not going to fall from the sky. Babe you are kissing their neck, sucking on their nipples, caressing their body and giving them the best head while they finish a second time inside u. Great but where is your pleasure? They don’t even try to please you and since you don’t complain they think they are doing an amazing job. Break their bubble, you are worth too much to be suffering in silence. Express yourself + stand on business + put your sexual need first = a PROPER expression of your sexual self allowing you to receive what you need and deserve. 

💌 : Only for this pile if you have issue regarding what exactly is it to expect from your partner or how to be love, you can contact me on Ko-fi, I will give you the extra reading by audio for free. If you wanna know how to build up your sexual confident, you can listen to this which will also unlock extra content.

PILE 2 

10 cups (reverse), queen swords (reverse), 6 pentacles, Strength 

Don’t stay content, I always advise my environment to go after fulfillment. Meaning don’t let just anybody in our sexual energy. Y’all don’t need to be this dark feminine energy to improve your sexual life. You can be approachable and untouchable. Y’all are my charming babe and you have a beautiful warmth about you but you let anybody enjoy it. Sexually you settle for the worst bare minimum because you care a lot about your reputation. Which leads you to embody a more desperate energy because you want to feel accepted so bad. Wanting to feel seen by any kind of community we cherish is normal but ready to do anything to feel accepted is not ok. Losing yourself to achieve a goal that doesn't serve you personally but to keep up a public image is actually crazy. Take a grip ! Is your life. You decide who want to fuck, when and how !You know what you desire as your dream life, so you should only judge yourself upon your own standard. Since it is YOUR life. You are too worried about what people are saying behind your back. Y’all may be in uni and part of Greek life.  In the vision, you're wearing clean white airforces, with white socks, on your knees just in a beautiful white lace push up bra giving head. I’m hearing: ‘’ Mhmmm thx babe … it’s amazing’’ after you slow down. You quickly realize you got fuck over because the person you dealt with did not do any move to have to try to please you orally or even with penetration. Leaving you in a random room with no aftercare. You did not even want to deal with them but you were scared of the rumor that may start if you don’t let them ‘’hit’’. Also you want to build stamina, but to build stamina you must practice. First stand on business regarding the happiness of your sex life. Realize that only you have the power to change that. Realize how powerful you really are, you get to decide if you want to get laid, if you want to give head, if you even want to engage sexually. Stop giving your body away. Second, it is ok to have sexual goals and just like regular goals you must build a plan to reach it. Build a standard in what you search for and a partner and allow yourself to have a FWB or a relationship where the person you are dealing with is in energy to teach you how to have sex. Because you may be the type to cum to quickly and you don’t like that. Standard + Owning your sexual self + finding the right partner = Better expression of your sexual self. 

💌 : You really need to step the fuck out these desperation energy before you created a circle of bad habit which can hinder your quality of life since it will bring self sabotage. Also do not confess your feeling to that looser just because he is the only that has enough balls to come up to you does not mean that he deserve you. You know damm well you deserve better. If you wanna know how to build up your sexual confident, you can listen to this which will also unlock extra content.

PILE 3 

7 pentacles (reverse), queen swords (reverse), 7 cups, 10 cups

Y’all feel the sexiest when you are making money. Is not about beauty maintenance, it is just when your finances are unbalanced you feel unhappy. 

You are confused about the sexual energy poured into yourself. Y'all may have been the ‘’ugly duckling ‘’ growing up and now you have those sexual suitors popping left and right. You had a boob job, nose job, a bbl… anyway you had your worst physical insecurity fix. There’s some shadow work that has to be done around self esteem. Getting surgery in my opinion is a fixing matter regarding a deep issue. Don’t get me worn out babe, I am all in for the vanity (You need to see the length i go to protect my beauty) but when you still feel unfulfilling before fixing everything understand where the problem is really coming from. Otherwise you are going to spend a whole lifetime fixing yourself. I see a graph of exponent function and that’s the representation of your body count. Almost all of them disappoint you sexually. I’m hearing : ‘’ I don’t understand all the obsession around sex and have a lot of it…’’ The reality is that you guys are simulated by the mind. Also don’t feel ashamed of yourself. Sometimes while healing we created a wound chasing after a feeling. You hurt yourself and it is ok you can heal it too. There’s 2 types of people in the world: the body or the mind and it opens a spectrum of each. You guys need to feel safe, loved and seen to experience the big ‘’o’’. You need somebody that lives to learn about you and make it their priority to please you. You need gentle sex, whisper of sweet nothing and the loving embrace to express your equal freely. Shadow work + real love + self forgiveness = Ideal sexual expression.

💌 : Also do not fall for the people that are looking for a savior in love. You guys are amazing lover and would make amazing partner a lot a offer is going to come your way and many of them are going to be codependent and toxic people hiding under innocent mask. Heads up. If you wanna know how to build up your sexual confident, you can listen to this which will also unlock extra content.

PILE 4

10 wands (reverse), 4 cup (reverse), Star (reverse) and queen pentacles (reverse) 

Pile 4, you need to make the time to prioritize yourself. I see somebody sleeping late, waking up late, rushing to get ready, wearing the same outfit, having the worst work ethic (your manager may have flagged you about it), and going back home to an extremely messy home. When all  you really want is  to have enough time in the morning to go to the gym, take good care of your body, do your makeup, wear a beautiful and clean outfit, go after the promotion you deserve  and come back home to a clean house. Y’all cars may also be extremely messy. In your case to feel the sexiest is not just about the looks but how much you pour into yourself. Also need to do some shadow work regarding your body. Y’all may have suffered with ED and you have recently ( 6 months +) recovered fully but you refuse to touch yourself sexually because you don’t love your body. Is not pretty enough. First y’all better go ahead and purchase that sex toy. If you wanted a confirmation … here u have it. Pleasure yourself, enjoy  yourself, look at yourself naked in the mirror. Obviously take baby steps in the journey not to trigger anything but it needs to be done. Since you keep hoping that a special someone is going to come into your life and heal all your sexual habits. Nah babe you need to know yourself to achieve the pleasure you crave and attract the right one, first. Second, nobody likes to be in bed with someone overly insecure because it creates a blockage. Not knowing and learning is good. Having healthy insecurity is part of everyday life . But being as insecure as you are but you in an energy where you will be the worst lover to be with. I’m hearing : ‘’ If I had this…. If I had that…. I would not be like this….’’. Your victim mentality is about to cost you the dream life you deserve. Self love + prioritizing ‘’YOU’’+ saving yourself = the best way to express your sexual self which will help you become the sexiest version of yourself and attract your ideal partner.

💌 : You deserve a partner that is not going to be a shame to pull up with you. Stop falling for the one offering the bare minimum babe you do not have to work for love especially the one with ill intent. So make sure you park them to the left and you focus on loving yourself and never lowering your standard. If you wanna know how to build up your sexual confident, you can listen to this which will also unlock extra content.

[genericpuff]

And so the titan finally falls.

Its corpse will be hung on display for the public's gawking until August 29th, after which it will be sent into the lockup known as Daily Pass, where completed series go to die.

Okay, all jokes aside though, this day was always coming so if you're unfamiliar with Daily Pass, here's the gist of how it works:

Any Originals series completed on Webtoons is eligible to go into their Daily Pass library. Any income made from this system is, theoretically, meant to go to the creator, but I say theoretically because we don't know what the split is between creators and WT's, and if there's any sort of Minimum Revenue Threshold shenanigans like with FastPass that would prevent a creator from receiving their share. That said, there are creators who have confirmed that Daily Pass is meant to help creators profit off their works after they're completed, so we at least know that.

As for how Daily Pass works:

Once behind Daily Pass, the majority of episodes (save for the first several episodes to give people enough content to get hooked on) are re-locked and only available under any of the three following conditions:

a.) Once per day you get one Daily Pass ticket per Daily Pass series to unlock any locked episode from that respective series. Meaning if you spend a Daily Pass ticket on Lore Olympus, you don't get another ticket to use for Lore Olympus for the day, but you'll still have a ticket to use for any other series you haven't unlocked yet that day. Ticket unlocks remain unlocked for 14 days, after which the episode will be locked again;

b.) If you have already spent your one Daily Pass ticket on a series you're reading but you REALLY want to read more episodes and don't want to wait until tomorrow, you will have the option to either pay for episodes with coins (which, unlike the Daily Pass ticket, is a permanent unlock) or use Ad Pass on eligible episodes (this is a temporary unlock like the Daily Pass ticket, but is only applied for THREE DAYS unlike the 14 you get from the Daily Pass ticket);

c.) Any episodes you FastPassed from a series original run are permanently unlocked, so if you were someone who paid for episode unlocks of LO every week, then congrats! None of those previous qualifications apply to you and you can re-read the series to your heart's content! You win at Daily Pass!

Now if you got through all that and are now thinking, "why is this so confusing???" don't worry, you're not alone! Readers fucking hate this system! I can't wrap my head around how it's in any way profitable for the creators when the people who are willing to pay for it ALREADY FUCKING PAID AND DON'T HAVE TO PAY AGAIN and the people who AREN'T willing to pay for it probably didn't see it as worth paying for the first time around when the comic was still new and updating - so why in the world would they pay for it NOW when they could just use Daily Pass tickets once per day when they were already willing to wait each WEEK for free unlocks?

Granted, the coin cost on Daily Pass series are usually lowered to accommodate the fact that they're completed, but the reality is that many Webtoon readers are already pretty reserved when it comes to spending coins on the app. This is largely due to WT's demographic being predominantly made up of teenagers and children, and while that can make for great viewing metrics, it's not so great in turning around a profit, because kids and teens don't typically have disposable income to spend on webcomics, let alone disposable income that has to be paid through an app store which typically requires credit cards/Paypal/etc.

The bitter irony is that the audience that has the most time to burn on the app also have the least amount of money to go around. So oftentimes - at least from what I've observed after using the app for years - readers will often be VERY picky with what they put their coins towards. Which begs the question again but in a different light - why in the world would someone choose to spend coins from their limited allowance on the app on a completed series that was once available to read for free and technically still can be read for free through ads and Daily Pass tickets?

I realize I'm digressing quite a bit, but all of what I'm going off about is already being reflected in the reactions I've seen from fans of LO who aren't excited to see it go behind Daily Pass (at least, the part of the audience that's been informed, god knows there will be a huge chunk of people asking where tf LO went after it goes behind DP lmao). Daily Pass in and of itself is just a crappy, inconvenient way to re-read completed comics. Even if you opt to do the Daily Pass ticket system, that's still essentially turning the act of re-reading comics into a chore, as it restricts you from binge-reading episodes which you typically would want to do with a series that's already been completed. The concept of new episodes every day might sound appealing as it's more frequent than the original once-a-week schedule, but in practice, it can often have the opposite effect of ruining the reading experience by turning it into a daily task rather than a pass-time the reader can freely participate in at their own pace.

All that said, it will definitely be interesting to see how LO does once it goes behind that Daily Pass wall. I think at best it will probably see an influx of traffic in the coming weeks from the people who either want to re-read it one more time, or the people who never finished it in the first place and see this as motivation to do so (and yes, if you haven't finished LO yourself yet, absolutely do so if you want to see for yourself how it ends BEFORE it becomes an inconvenience LOL). After that though, it'll probably be entirely on the physical copies to drive future sales, but those are a long way away from being completed.

When all is said and done, August 29th will mark the true end of the LO era of Webtoons. If the series finale was a funeral, then this is the moment we set its ashes adrift in the sea and say our final goodbyes.

It certainly was a hell of a ride. The good, the bad, and the absolutely insufferable.

[wwaheoh]

“Hey Honey! Could you pick me up from jail?” Zenless Zone Zero x gnReader (Romantic- can sorta be read as platonic?)

Von Lycaon, Zhu Yuan

a/n: Changed the request a bit, since driving without a permit- at least in California, is only an infraction and’ll only get you a fine. With only repeat offenses (charged as a misdemeanor) getting jail time. So I changed it to public drunkenness! You got a little too silly drinking the silly juice and ended up in a silly little room.

a/n²: drink responsibly

a/n³: i know nothing of drinking apart from going to the store to buy gatorade for my hungover brothers

A dry throat, aching soreness in multiple body parts, and a killer headache. These were the first things you felt waking up, slowly rising to sit upright on an uncomfortable metal platform. Shoes hitting the concrete underneath as you looked around in a daze. What happened?

You got drunk as skunk is what happened. A celebration about something or other with some friends, and sooner or later you got drunk. Thankfully you didn’t try to get behind a wheel- bad news is you terrorized a lot of people in your drunken mess and got the police involved and your bum thrown behind bars for the night. No vomit on the ground! Thankfully.

Standing up, you knocked on the jail bars, speaking up with a dry voice, “Uhh, hello?” After a few seconds a police officer walked from behind the corner, a tired look on his face- ah, it seems like he had to deal with your drunk self for a majority of his shift before you passed out. At least he’ll be getting off the clock soon?

“Could I be let out to go home?”

“You’ll need someone to pick you up. Can’t have someone hungover trying to get back home.”

Unlocking the cell, he opened the door and directed you to a wall phone, black with buttons that had their paint pressed off.

They left you to give you some privacy as you dialed in the phone number of your significant other.

“This is Von Lycaon, to whom am I speaking to?”

“Hey honey!”

“Oh! Hi dear, did you just wake? Why are you calling from a different number?”

“Uhm… well I sorta got reallyy~y drunk and sorta scared a bunch of people and then the police came…”

“...”

“...”

“Could you pick me up from the Lumina Square police department?”

“... I’ll be there in five.”

Von Lycaon ended the call, turning to Corin, who had just spilled a drink and who he had been aiding in cleaning the mess up. “Apologies but I must attend to something quickly. Please inform Miss Sebastiane that I will be out momentarily for personal matters.” Corin nodded, having quickly realized who he had been speaking to. “Yes sir!” Before returning to drying the seat.

Stepping out of the building and into the sidewalk, Lycaon began his trip to pick you up. Entering his vehicle, letting it warm up from a night of cool air, before getting it on the road and to the police department. Music that he had been recommended by Miss Ellen playing in the car speakers- a hardcore metal band with a lot of guttural screaming and sharp electric guitar riffs. He likes it.

Pulling into the police department’s public parking, Lycaon parks his car into a free space and exits the vehicle, going to enter the building from the front door. Entering, he nods to the police officer on duty, knowing them due to his duty of turning in criminals he apprehended while serving his ‘Master’s.

“Oh! Lycaon!” Waving your hand through the bars of your cell, you excitedly called his name. He nodded towards you, “I’m here to pick them up.” The officer nodded, standing up and unholstering their keys from their belt before unlocking your cell door and letting you out. “You’ll be off with a warning this time.” “Thank you sir!” You replied with a grateful nod before turning to Lycaon. “Let’s go!”

Leaving the police department with him, the moment he closed the door behind them he turned to you. A disappointed dad face written all over.

“Next time let me accompany you when you go drinking. I have more than enough vacation days saved up.”

“Yes sir…”

He drove you to your shared apartment, taking care to not dizzy you while driving. Preparing a simple chicken noodle soup and filling a cup with water, he fed you and aided as you recovered from your hangover.

You didn’t even need to call her, seeing as how she was right around the corner- having just clocked out from her graveyard shift and being notified of your situation. It was quite a surprise to turn the corner and see Zhu Yuan leaning on the wall with a mildly disappointed look.

“Really?”

“It was a drink at first… but then it sorta became two and before I knew it I…”

“It’s okay. But please don’t make it a habit. Now, let’s get you home, you must be really hungover.”

“Yeah…”

She nodded, taking your hand before acknowledging the other police officer with a grateful- and apologetic, smile. Aiding you in walking by linking your arms together, she took you to the car and helped settle you in. Driving carefully, she made sure not to do anything to set off your hangover- she did not want to vomit all over the insides of her car.

Finally the two of you arrived at your shared abode, with her helping you in before setting you down onto the couch. Entering the kitchen momentarily before returning, she handed you a bottle of coconut water, with you quickly uncapping it and chugging it. Finishing with a satisfied, “Ahh~!”, when the room stopped feeling like it was spinning.

“What would you like for takeout?”

“Burgers!”

“Sounds good.”

“And pizza!”

“Huh?”

“And Chinese food!”

“Whuh- too much!”

“And a burrito!”

[hoshigray]

i imagine getting all drunk and fucked out just by making out with toji 😩

ANOOOOON, how'd you know I'm a sucker for kisses/makeout sessions >:00 I immediately thought of a scenario like coming back from a date with him and then just.....this has me so flustered LMAO just read!! Also, the first thirst to write for, let's goooo!! Hope you like this one *sweats* Cw: Toji x reader - kissing - ass grabbing (we all know this mf is handsy) - grinding - heavy explicit descriptions of kissing (tongue, sucking, etc.) - PDA/makeout in public (??) - pet names (baby, pumpkin, sweetheart, sweetie, sweet thing) - Toji being soft yet he's still a menace - mention of drool/saliva. Wc: 989

When is it the right time to kiss?

It's a question that's bothered you since the car ride home. Even now, when walking up the steps to your apartment door with Toji following you after a lovely date.

If this were like any ordinary date, the person you're with would expect something in return, right? You can't quite say the same for Toji; even when you spot his eyes peering into you as if he's ready to pin you down somewhere, he still respects your space as the date continues.

This still brings you back to questioning if you should be the one to initiate or not. Will there be a perfect moment? But what if—

"Hey. Isn't your door right here?"

You stop walking and turn behind to see Toji standing beside your apartment door, too deep in your thoughts to realize you had walked past it. You laugh at yourself. "Yes, that would be mine."

Toji scoffs with a smirk. "Silly thing." He watches you sheepishly walk back to the front of your door, stopping between the hard surface and the tall man behind you to unlock the doorknob. "Had a good time, sweetheart?"

"I had a great time." You reply. "Did you?"

"Always havin' a good time when I'm with you, sweet thing." He smiles when you giggle. "You looked so good, ya know. So fuckin' pretty."

It's hard to look at him, so your eyes dart down to the ground to calm the heat growing in your cheeks. "Thanks." You mumble modestly.

Toji lets out a hearty laugh. "Whatcha shy for?" He brings a big hand to your chin and pulls you back to his face. "Gotta let my sweetie know they're lookin' good."

Your chuckle is nervous, but your eyes show gratitude. His hand slides to your cheek, and yours comes up to place on top of his. "Thank you, Toji."

"No need, baby."

Silence fills the air between you. His forest-green eyes hone in on your face. Your lips.

Wait. Is...this happening right now?

You see him lean forward to you, and your breath is hitched.

Oh fuck, this is really happening!

You quickly closed your eyes before his lips pressed into yours, body staying still for the moment. Oh, you were not prepared for this. It's only for a few seconds before Toji lifts his head away do you open your eyes again.

"Heh, did I make the wrong move?" His words were meant to light up the tension, along with the thumb that strokes your cheek. You shake your head. His eyes narrow with a raised brow. "Mind I do it again, baby?" His voice goes down a whisper, but the husky tone makes you faintly bite your lip.

You nod slowly. Upon closing your eyes once more, Toji grins, inclining back on your soft lips. You moan when he draws his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in with your hands to his shoulders to keep you steady.

With your back on the door, Toji brings a leg between yours, keeping you posted against him with his free hand reeling you from the back. Your lips slip away from him, calling out to him in a whimper, and the older man's resistance withers away.

Hungry lips ravage your tender ones, and your legs almost lose balance. Your moans only fuel him to deepen the kiss, tilting his head for a better angle. "Mmmph, taste s' good, sweet thing," Toji soothed between smooches, lightly sucking your tongue before shoving his back inside.

Your mind starts to go fuzzy, your limbs trembling like jelly under his bow, and your eyes begin to water with how hard you've kept them shut. Your hands shift to his back, gripping the black dress shirt that covers his well-sculpted muscles.

And it doesn't help that his leg is between yours; your core forced to grind on his sturdy thigh, rocking with your humps to further the heat drawing south. His big hands roam down and grope your behind. The suggestive moans and groans fill the open space, and you hope your neighbors aren't listening to you becoming a mewling mess in this messy makeout session.

But it feels way too good to stop. Being close and exchanging tongues with the man you're attracted to has you drunk on this euphoric feeling, and the arousing throbbing sensation keeps growing. It all feels too exhilarating. Too ecstatic. Too fucking good.

On Toji's end, he doesn't give a shit if the other residents listen to you two. All that matters now is having you in his hold like this, turning you into mush under him and only for him. Kneading your ass with his skillful hands, your wails are taken by his mouth. He has no plan to let this moment end and no care for anyone.

Well, minus you when he feels you tap at his back frantically, realizing he hasn't let you take a proper breath in almost a minute. Oh shit. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're gasping heavily for air around you, watery eyes shot open. A string of saliva snaps to remove the connection between the pairs of lips.

Your wet eyes are half-hooded with scrunched brows, a trail of drool evident from your panting mouth, and your face so hot casting a dazed expression. The grin on Toji's face gets broader from your intoxicating display.

"Sorry 'bout that, baby." He kisses your forehead and massages your rear.

"What? For trying to kill me with a kiss?" You joke under breathless giggles while wiping the saliva off. Toji snickers and places your head on his chest, resting his chin atop your head.

"Death by my lips, huh? Hmph, you'd have it way easier than most people I deal with." The two of you sway side to side. "And I wouldn't mind getting lost in your cute lips again sometime, pumpkin."

omfg, I could write more of this all day, but we'd be here for too long LOL

[v1ctor1asecretangel]

High By The Beach

Kit Walker X Fem!Reader (Modern Au)

song i recommend listening to: high by the beach by lana del rey

warnings: drug use (marijuana), sexual content (p i v, fingering, semi public sex), love, ben harmon mention (I WILL ALWAYS BE A BEN HARMON HATER.)

word count: 3.1k

note: guys oh my god. ive literally NEVER had this much motivation to write before and i am literally so thankful for all the kind comments ive been receiving on this fics!!😭 like i genuinely have been writing more fics for yall nonstop since i posted the tate one but please SEND REQUESTS IN!! I REALLY WOULD LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU GUYS WANNA READ!! i love you all omg

MDNI 18+

Kit loves alot of things, music, weed, studying, books, adventures, but theres nothing more he loves than you and the beach. That together? Well thats Kits ideal day together.

“You ready, sweet girl?” asks Kit as he zips up the backpack filled with all of the need beach necessities. Kit admires the way you look while adding the last details of youre make up. He thinks youre the most beautiful girl to walk this earth and often finds himself wondering what he did to have such a angelic girl as his girl.

You sit up from your vanity and pick up your body mist “Uh-huh, Kit.” you say as you spray yourself on your wrists, neck and knees. You walk up to kit and press a sweet kiss on his pale soft skin, leaving a imprint of your lips from your cherry red stained lips. You grab your purse making sure you have your little make up bag for touch ups, pre rolled joints, lighter and your phone. Kit stares at you in awe watches how you can do the simplest things but look so fucking beautiful.

You open the door of you and Kits 5 story studio apartment holding it open as Kit walks out and quickly interlocks his arm with yours. You guys walk to the elevator down the hall and Kit reaches out to the large “L” button stating you want to go to lobby. “M’ so excited!” you say impatiently as you wait for the elevator to come to your floor.

Kit looks down at you and cups your face with his free hand and pushes the little strands of hair out off your face. “Me too baby, i cant wait to lay on the beach in the sun with you.” he says softly as he pulls his hand away from you as the elevator has came to your floor. The doors slide open revealing your neighbour, Mr Harmon. Mr. Harmon has been there since before you and Kit moved in. from what you have encountered, hes a okay man. He could definitely be nicer at times as you guys often received noise complaints from your late night activities.

“Hi Mr. Harmon! Good afternoon!” you wave nicely at him as he exits while you both enter.

“Hello Mr and Mrs Walker.” Mr. Harmon replies bluntly. 

Kit grips you waist from the side as you both stand in the elevator waiting for the door to slide closed. “I wonder what he does all the time, he needs to get laid. No one with that attitude is getting pussy” you whisper to Kit, He laughs “i agree, i know that man just sits and stares at the wall all day. No wonder his wife left him.” Kit says with a smile plastered on his face as you guys both laugh.

The elevator comes to a halt and the doors slowly slide open. Kit and you link arms again as you guys walk too the exit of the apartment. Kit opens the door for you “ladies first, my girl” he says with a quick grin plastered on his face. 

You walk out of the apartment with armin trailing behind you. From afar Kit unlocks his red convertible allowing you to get in first. You practically jog to the vehicle out of excitement and Kit just looks and laughs sweetly.  He looks at you with a marveling gaze as you hop in and start taking the roof down. If he could look at you all day he would and would never get bored of it.

Kit walks over to the drivers side and sits in the car. You look over at him with a smile on your face as he puts the keys in the car and starts the car. The way his brown curls lay neatly on his forehead. Making his big chestnut eyes stand out. He just looks so so so handsome to you. He notices your gaze and grabs your chin and brings your lips to meet his. You cup his face caressing his soft cheek with your thumb. You melt into the kiss so sweetly. Kit pulls away “sorry darling, we have to get going now” he says with a teasing tone in his voice. “Yay! I cant wait please lets gow now!” you say excitedly dragging on the “e” in please. He giggles at your excitement and thinks how beautiful you look when your happy. He just hates when ever your sad, he always does the most for you to be happy so he can feel a sense of peace knowing he doesnt have to worry about his girl being sad.

As he starts driving you reach over and grab his phone out from his pocket. “I call AUX” you say loudly as the wind blowing causes all sound to be dampened. He looks at you and smiles “we practically have the same music taste love, what difference does it make” he says with a small giggle. You unlock his phone and go to your guys shared spotify and press the playlist labeld “Y/N” with a bow emoji. You scroll through all the songs deciding which one to choose. One song catches your eye. “Kit, baby, this is gonna be us in half an hour” you say with a shit eatting grin on your face. He looks at you in confusion but immediately understands as he hears the opening of ‘High by the beach’ by Lana Del Ray. “clever one, Y/N” he says with sarcasm coating his voice. 

You enjoy the breeze blowing through your hair as you and Kit ride down the highway. You decide to start the high earlier and reach in your black hand bag and grab one of the pre rolls as well as your neon pink lighter decorated in stickers. You stick the joint between your lips and cup your hand around the lighter to block out the wind. You drop the lighter on your lap and take the first drag and immediately feel the burning sensation in the back of your throat. You look at Kit admiring him while taking hits from the joint as he looks so handsome when hes driving. “Your so handsome, Kit” you blurt out feeling the overwhelming euphoric sensation already hitting you. “Thank you, suga', your such a sweetheart” he says calmly as he places a hand on your thigh and stars caressing with his thumb “thats what i love ‘bout you, such a sweet soul” he says, eyes staying focused on the road. 

Soon later you guys arrive at the beach.

Kit and you exit the car, you with your purse in hand and him with the back pack. Kit grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours as you walk down the path leading to the beach from the parking lot.

As your walking you notice armin taking you a whole different way to where you thought were going. “Where are we going, babe” you question, your voice speaking slowly as the effects of the joint are coming through. “m’ going to take you too a very beautiful spot, just trust me, hun'.” Kit speaks softly while guiding you through crowds of people.

After about 10 minutes of walking you soon reach a spot secluded from all the people and surrounded by the beauty of nature. Just a cross the broad body of water in front of you was rows and rows of mountains and the sun glistening in the water reflecting on to them making the sight ten times more magnificent. “Oh my goodness, Kit, this is so beautiful” you say in awe of the sight just in front of you. Kit comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Well, a beautiful sight for a beautiful girl.” he says with a big smile on his face lucky to have you. 

Kit lets go of you and takes off the back pack kneeling down to reach in and grab, a speaker, a couple blankets, two towels, and sunscreen. He stands up laying the towels down onto the sand giving a place for seating. He looks over at you and sees that you are already taking off your (his) baggy tee to reveal your bikini top. Kit adores the way you look, he worships you. The way your hair lays softly on your shoulders, the way your short jean shorts reveal the curve of your hips that he loved just so much, the way you moved, they way you spoke, everything. Kit was obsessed with you. 

Kit watched as you un buttoned your jean shorts and pulled them down revealing the bikini bottoms that practically covered nothing. His eyes followed every movement that you made. 

“Hey darlin’, can you hand me the speaker, love?” you said which suddenly pulled him out of his trance “Hm? Oh, yeah sorry” he muttered being pulled out of his trance, 

slightly embarrassed that he had been caught staring. “Thank you Kit.” you say with a smile as he hands you the speaker. You grab your phone from your purse connecting the speaker. You look through your playlist deciding which song to play. Ultimately you decide on “Stumblin' in" by Chris Norman and Suzi Quatro. You turn off your phone and set it back in your purse. You look back at Kit and see hes already in his swim trunks laying on the blankets he had just set down. “kit, baby, wanna smoke?” you question looking at him ‘damn hes so sexy’ you think to yourself. “Mmh, sure” he says sitting up. You reach into your purse bringing out the lighter and pre rolls. You both pick out your joint and light them. You lay your head in armins lap and he looks down at you. He slowly caresses you soft skin thats already slightly warm from the sun. He has a smile on his face, that delicate, beautiful smile. As you two finnish your joint, an idea comes to mind “hey kit....” you say with a mischievous smile on your face. He looks at you. “Want to go skinny dipping?”

Now here you both are, naked, in the beach water, having the funnest fucking time together. Kit never thought he would do something like this before. He usually would leave this kind of stuff in his fantasies, but today something was different. Definitely the weed

Kit and you leave the water hand in hand and go to your spot and wrap in towels. You both sit and look at the beautiful sight in front of you, as dusk approaches the sun is starting to set causing a beautiful pink haze on the water. You turn your head over to look at Kit, his cheeks all ready developing a red tint due too his fair skin. “Hey” you cup his rosy soft cheek, “just you Kit’, just you, youre the only person im going to do this with. The only person i want to do this with.” you give him words of assurance. He puts his forehead against yours and rests his hand on your waist. “Youre the only person i want to do this with too, Y/N” he says with a smile. Next think you feel is Kits soft plump lips against yours, with the sounds of birds chirping and waves crashing, everything was so perfect. The kiss was rough but sweet, fast but slow, it was just right. 

As the kiss got more heated you climbed on his lap feeling his hard on grind against your pussy. 

Now, usually in this position you would be in control, but thats not what Kit had in mind today. You felt your heart beating faster and faster as he kissed along your neck and began to press wet kisses to your collar bone. Your breath hitched in your throat, moving to rest your hands on his chest.

“Awh my poor needy needy girl, just another slut, hm'” as soon as the words left his mouth you felt your cunt grow wetter and wetter. "is that all you are, suga'?"

Kit continued leaving hickeys and love bites along your neck moving from side to side. Due to all the joints youve smoked, your senses have doubled and you feel every single trail of kisses Kit gives like hes putting out matches out on your skin. As he continues worshipping your body you feel his fingers graze against your waist moving down slowly to your ass gripping it leaving half moon shapes in your skin. His trail of kisses reach down to your chest. He starts to suck on your nipples while making sure to pay equal attention to the other one by pinching and twisting it.

“mm', please” you whined rolling your hips looking for some thing to help the pulsing feeling in your heat.

He has barely touched you yet and you already feel the arousal between your legs more than ever before. “Please what, pretty girl?” he says releasing your chest with a pop and looking up at you with a sly grin. 

You let out a whimper griinfing down on too his tip “please kit’, please touch me” as you take and place his hand on your clit. The way you held eye contach with Kit as had his tip practically throbbing to near point of exploding. 

“Awh, sweet girl, you want my fingers?”  Kit coo’d into your ear as he started rubbing soft circles on your clit, chin rested on your shoulder. He couldnt bring himself to some petty comment about how greedy you were because him himself was equally as greedy for you.

"Yes." You spoke breathily, your voice quivering slightly as his fingers teased your tight hole. "Yes, please oh fuck." Your thought was interrupted as he plunged two fingers into you, impatient and just wanting to feel your tight cunt take his fingers.

Kit's fingers worked quickly. He just wanted to watch you come undone on top of him, watch the way your body would shake as you rode out your high on his fingers. He felt so good inside you, his fingers pumping in and out of you and curling slightly to find that spot inside of you that has your toes curling. Kit knows he hits it when you cry out and bury your face into his neck, whimpering and biting his shoulder with every pump.

Your legs begin to shake around him and your hips start to meet his fingers as you chase your high. Kit attaches his lips back to your neck, leaving a mark at the base of your neck and running his tongue over the appearing bruise. He moves to your breast, rolling your nipple gently between his teeth and flicking his tongue over the tip as his fingers continued to pump in and out of your dripping hole.

"Y'gonna cum for me?" he spoke. His thick Boston accent turning you on even more. He licks up your neck before bringing his lips to yours. He wanted to feel you moan against him as you came and he swallowed each whimper and breath he gave to you.

You nodded, your head rolled back and your eyebrows knitted together. He brought his free hand to your clit, rubbing circles in unison with the curling of his fingers as he began to use his entire arm to pump in and out of you. Your thighs began to quiver beside him and you let out a lengthy moan.

"Gonna cum. Kit, m'gonna cum." Your voice came out strained and the bottom of your feet felt hot as you climbed violently towards your release. Kit drank your words, mumbling back to you as he continued his pace on your pussy.

"Yeah? Cum for me baby. Please, cum all over my fingers." It was one more circle of his fingers around your clit before you were coming undone on top of him, a string of cus words leaving your mouth.

"Fuck, there it is." Kit spoke, his voice gentle and encouraging. "Give me one more, suga'"

He kept his lips close to yours, as he sped his hands up and continued pumping into you well past your high.

The overstimulation had you digging your nails into his shoulders, and your entire body convulsed as your sensitive body was quickly brought back into another breath taking orgasm. You cried out his name, your body collapsing against his shoulder as you panted against him.

"Holy shit." You spoke, exhaling another shaky breath as you came down from your high. Kit gave a low chuckle, pulling his fingers from you and slipping them past his lips, tasting your arousal on his tongue. He took your chin gently between his pointer finger and thumb, lifting it to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

You both fell back onto the towel, appreciating the nature of the mountains and the trees surrounding the both of you. You look over at Kit and see hes already staring back at you.

"Y/N, darlin'?" he says with a grin plastered on his face, his dimples peeking on his cheeks.

"yes, baby?"

"I love you" he says as he grabs your cheeks and pulls you into a passionate kiss filled with love, igniting a fire between the both of you.

You pull back and press your forehead against his, looking into his beautiful eyes, a sparkle shining in them. "I love you too kit."

You both collapsed onto the towel, the cool breeze brushing your skin as the towering mountains and the whispering trees cocooned you in their peaceful embrace. The sky above was painted in soft hues of pink and gold as the sun dipped behind the peaks, casting long shadows across the landscape. The scent of pine mixed with the earthy aroma of the ground beneath you, amplifying the moment’s serenity.

You glanced over at Kit, only to find him already gazing at you, his eyes soft yet intense. His smile was warm, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his dimples deepened on his cheeks.

“Y/N, darlin’?” he drawled, his voice a mix of tenderness and playfulness.

“Yes, baby?” you replied, your heart swelling in your chest.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice a gentle caress. His hands cupped your cheeks, his touch soft but sure as he pulled you in for a kiss. Slow and tender at first, then deepening with passion. His lips ignited a warmth within you, a fire that seemed to spread between the two of you, filling the space with an electric charge.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, you pressed your forehead against his, the world around you fading as you got lost in his gaze. His eyes sparkled with a light that mirrored the flickering stars that had begun to dot the twilight sky.

“I love you too, Kit,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, sealing the moment between the two of you.

btw!! this is not proofread i am so sorry for any mistakes!!

[canon-in-too-deep]

50 Free Typesets

New achievement unlocked! I now have 50 public domain books/typesets available for FREE in my library! 🥳 Above is a collage of all 50 title pages.

What does this mean? It means that these classic books have been typeset (typographic, book design, layout work done), and are ready as pdfs that can be used to read, print out, book bind, or burn at your pleasure! (Just keep it to personal use only!)

The full list (with page sizes now noted) of all 50 books available can be found here on my tumblrary directory/masterlist (which will update as I add more), and below the break of this post!

Please please feel free to request access to my library (aka, yee good ol' googly drive). I usually respond within 24 hours, and they are indeed free! Just leave credit if you use, and consider liking/reblogging!

Also, if you find any errors in the files, let me know! I made these in Affinity, not with an AI program, and typos are natural spawns XD

From Frankenstein to Pride and Prejudice, to Sherlock Holmes to a dude that wakes up as a bug, I've been honored to be able to typeset these books and share them with all of you.

A part of me wants to ramble on about the behind the scenes and my continuing personal journey of amateur typesetting...but I think the most important thing I can say is simply thank you! to everyone that's stopped by! So thank you all! (And should I try for 100? 🤔 Hmmm...)

Warning! Wall of text below the break!

All 50 typesets available (some have alternate versions in library):

Persuasion by Jane Austen (Letter Folio)

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson (Letter Quarto)

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (Letter Folio)

The Merry Adventures of Robinhood by Howard Pyle (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie (Letter Folio)

Dracula by Bram Stoker (Letter Folio)

The Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft (Letter Quarto)

The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde (Letter Folio)

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells (Letter Folio)

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (Letter Folio)

The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare (Letter Folio)

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (Letter Folio)

The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

The Odyssey by Homer (Letter Folio)

Tales of Space and Time by H. G. Wells (Letter Folio)

The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton (Letter Folio)

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

The Book of Dragons by E. Nesbit (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare (Letter Folio)

Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea by Jules Verne (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky (Letter Folio)

Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne (Letter Folio)

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

Leave it to Psmith by P. G. Wodehouse (Letter Folio)

Lord Peter views the body by Dorothy L. Sayers (Letter Folio)

The Room in the Tower by E. F. Benson (Letter Folio)

Right Ho, Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse (Letter Folio)

The Time Machine by H. G. Wells (Letter Folio)

Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (Letter Quarto)

Poirot Investigates by Agatha Christie (Letter Folio)

Grimms' Fairy Tales by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm (Letter Folio)

The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux (Letter Folio)

Andersen's Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen (Letter Folio)

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving (Letter Quarto)

Shakespeare's Sonnets by William Shakespeare (Letter Folio)

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe (Illustrated) (Letter Octavo)

Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery (Letter Folio)

A Journey to the Centre of the Earth by Jules Verne (Letter Folio)

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen (Letter Folio)

Notre-Dame de Paris by Victor Hugo (Letter Folio)

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë (Letter Folio)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum (Letter Folio)

The Blue Fairy Book (Font Sampler Edition) edited by Andrew Lang (Letter Folio)

A Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs (Letter Folio)

Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie (Letter Folio)

Emma by Jane Austen (Letter Folio)

Paradise Lost by John Milton (Letter Folio)

[delicatebarness]

cry baby | chapter seven

Summary: Baby, bye bye bye?

Warning: Mentions of John Walker.

Word Count: 1252

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By the time Sunday evening came, you felt rejuvenated. Thanks to your family and friends, and some relaxation, has worked wonders on your frayed nerves. 

Yet, as Monday approached, the familiar anxiety crept back. You knew you had to face him again. The thought gnawed at the edges of your peace, like a shadow lingering in the background. 

The office was gradually coming to life with the hum of morning conversations and the clacking of keyboards. Settling at your desk, you took a deep breath to steady yourself. A mix of anticipation and uncase grew as the minutes ticked by. Your gaze kept darting to the entrance, waiting for his inevitable arrival.

But, as the clock struck 9:00 AM, he had not walked through the doors. By 9:30, whispers began to ripple through the conference room as your colleagues glanced at each other. Puzzled by his absence, catching snippets of their conversations - questions about his whereabouts, if anyone had heard from him.

You couldn’t help but feel relieved, but, you couldn’t help but wonder: had something happened? Was this just temporary? Was someone more intense to come?

As the morning dragged on, his absence was both a blessing and a cause of concern. The office turned into full-blown speculation by lunchtime. Theories were being exchanged in hush tones, their curiosity spiking. You tried to focus on your mind, yet your mind kept drifting back to him, especially after the mumbled accusations aimed at your brother. 

~

It wasn’t until late that afternoon that you finally got some answers. Your phone buzzed with a notification from the local news app. Out of habit, you took a glance at the screen, your heart stopping as you read the headline: Police department asks for help in locating a missing man. 

Your pulse quickened as you clicked the notification, bringing up the article. The picture accompanying the story confirmed your speculations - it was John. According to the report, his wife reported him missing after not being seen or heard from since Saturday evening. 

The article mentioned the police were investigating, specifically, Officer Fury would be leading the case. He was appealing to the public for any information. Your mind began to race with questions. Had he simply vanished? Despite everything he had put you through, the news of his disappearance left you with an uncomfortable mix of emotions. 

Sitting back in your chair, you tried to process the revelation. As the office continued to buzz with the news, you decided to share the article in the Avengers group chat: Have you heard about this? - you asked, with the link attached. 

Within minutes, you received replies:

Nat: “Why am I not surprised he was a cheater too?”

Wanda: “Yeah, it just came on the news at the bar. Everyone is talking about it.”

Sam: “*NSYNC ‘Bye bye bye’ GIF*”

Stevie: “Sam, no! 🤣 Yeah, I’m with Wanda and EVERYONE is talking about it, had to tell them at least 10 times we had nothing to do with it.”

Bucky ❤️‍🩹 : “Good.”

~

The usual office chatter was overshadowed by the unfolding mystery as the rest of the day passed. Whispers in corners, and gazes fixed on his empty cubicle. As much as you tried to focus on your new project, your thoughts kept returning to him and the article. 

By the time you returned home, the sky darkened, and a cool breeze swept through the city streets. Unlocking your apartment door, you felt a shiver run down your spine. The weight of the day pressed down on you as you settled on your couch, your thoughts drifting back to Saturday morning, cuddling with Bucky.

Turning on the TV, you caught the last few moments of another news report about him, the anchor repeating details you already knew. Seeing it on the screen made it feel even more real. Leaning back, your mind swirled with possibilities. 

The buzz of your phone interrupted your thoughts. Glancing at the screen, you expected another report about John, but instead, it was a message from Bucky: “Want some company? I’ve got pizza… and cola.” 

You felt your cheeks flush as you smiled down at your phone. “You know the way to my heart. Doors open for you,” you replied as you stood from the couch, heading to your apartment door to unlock the latch. 

Within minutes, the door opened, and your gaze snapped to it. You managed a smile as you watched Bucky enter your apartment with a pizza box and a small crate of cola bottles. You noticed the first thing he did after closing the door was put the latch back into lock. 

“I don’t like you having that unlocked, even for me,” he mumbled as he set the food and drink aside on the dining table. 

~

After dinner, the two of you settled on the couch, the aroma of takeout filling the apartment. Bucky had kept the conversation light throughout the early evening, you recounted funny stories from the bar and shared the latest gossip from your friend's lives. He was a welcomed and comfortable distraction. 

The TV played in the background, and the same news article from earlier began to play once again, snapping you out of your Bucky-induced haze. His jaw tensed as he reached for the remote, swiftly turning it off just as they showed a photo of John. Bucky turned to you, his expression serious. “How are you feeling about all this?” 

Sighing, you put your cola back on the coffee table. “It’s strange,” you admitted as you brought your knees up to your chest. “I should be relieved that he’s not, you know, around, but instead, I feel… unsettled.” 

Bucky nodded, his eyes thoughtful. “I get that, Sweetheart, it’s hard for you to switch off your feelings,” he reached out, wiping a tear you hadn’t realized had spilled. “Even if the person who caused them was… well, him.” He sighed, pulling you into him. 

A sniffle escaped as you rested your forehead against his, “Thank you, Bucky. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here.” you mumbled, trying to steady your breathing. 

He smiled, his thumb still wiping the tears. “You don’t have to find out.” 

~

Bucky stood in your doorway, making sure you were truly asleep before, he glanced down at his phone, dialing a number. Once he was positive you weren’t going to wake up, he closed your bedroom door and quietly slipped back into the living room. 

Keeping his voice low, “Fury,” he said as the line connected. “Yeah, she’s asleep,”

There was a pause as Fury spoke on the other end of the line. Bucky’s jaw tensed as he listened intently. “She’s doing alright,” he continued, keeping his voice steady. Another pause, during which Bucky glanced toward your bedroom again, ensuring you were still asleep. “You got any updates?” 

Bucky nodded slightly at Fury’s response, keeping a calm demeanor. Listening as Fury outlined the state of the investigation his responses were brief and measured as he reached for another slice of pizza.

“Got it. I’ll keep an ear out,” he spoke before giving Fury another moment to speak, his eyes narrowed. “Sure, I get it.”

Bucky ended the call, finishing the pizza. He turned the TV back on, the news report still covering John’s disappearance, the same details they’d had all day replaying. 

Sitting back on the couch, his thoughts churned, the weight of the situation pressing down. Yet, his resolve to protect you was tireless.

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[getaapologist]

The Tension and the Terror...........Part I

Pairing: Emperor Geta x OFC (extremely loosely, character is named but otherwise not described besides hair length in a later part)

Summary: Macrinus has plans, layers of plans on plans on plans. He brings Letha out of her cage and shows her what Rome truly is, hopeful she can help him topple an empire. What he can't plan for is the way her resolve buckles at the sight of a certain Emperor.

Warnings: None for this one.

Word Count: 2.4k

Part 1 of 15

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A/N: Hi, hello, Geta had me in a chokehold as soon as he uttered "Persia" with so much sass. This diverges from the movie quite a bit, I just wanted things to turn out differently, I'm sure you can relate if you're here reading this... well. I may mention other GII characters, but most of this revolves around Geta, Caracalla, Macrinus, and our Letha. I'm hopeful that someone else can enjoy this self-indulgent and horribly historically inaccurate mess.

The din of the party echoed to a degree that was overwhelming. Ever since Letha was stolen away from her home she had never known peace and quiet. There was always something. Even when in her cell late at night, there was the squeaking of rats, hushed conversation from a few cages over, the antsy pacing and panting of hunting dogs. But that was nothing compared to the revelry unfolding before her eyes. Debauchery that would make Bacchus weep a tear of pride. 

A lavish spread of delicacies from all over was laid out across long tables, the smell causing her stomach to growl uncomfortably. Wine was being poured anywhere she looked. Her throat felt dry. Men and women walked confidently through the partygoers, barely dressed, painted up, beautiful. They knew who to approach. Who to talk to. This party was like a well-oiled machine, though it’s purpose was unknown to her. Perhaps just because they could.

Letha moved her wrists, grimacing. The chained cuffs clasped around them were much too tight. It was a punishment, one Viggo saw to after she got one of her arms free the night before. She had to be pulled off by Viggo and two others after reaching out and slamming a man against the bars of her cage for commenting crudely on her possible usefulness to him.

“Behave,” Viggo frowned. He unlocked the cuffs and gathered the chains up, as if to get rid of the evidence that she was little more than a prisoner. Before she could consider taking an overindulgent senator as hostage, Macrinus strode into the foyer. He was constantly adjusting and fiddling with his bountiful robes, unwilling to let them drag on the ground as if they were precious to him. They were. He kept a watchful eye on everyone and everything. 

He played at a man out of his depth, certainly with no aspirations of his own. But really, he was the most cunning man she’d ever encountered, his sights set on a far larger prize than wealth or status. But not in public. Today, Macrinus was a humble citizen of Rome who knew his place and enjoyed the games enough to make a living out of them.

Viggo departed as Macrinus approached. The elaborate necklaces and other jewelry Macrinus wore clinked together as he reached up to her shoulders, wordlessly righting the maroon dress she’d been forced to wear. She felt like she was in costume, much like him, though he was much more at home in the gilded luxury than he let on. 

“Remember, nothing happens today,” he instructed, reminding her of his plans. 

“I remember,” she spoke, unable to mask the disdain in her voice. 

He allowed himself a small grin at her obstinate nature as he watched her carefully. “Forget being my bodyguard,” he winked, “Today, you are my consort. Play at being Hyacinthia for an evening. Wait on me. Observe.”

“Oh, I have been,” she muttered, looking around at the smiling, relaxed faces. These people were indulgent to excess. They had never experienced the horrors of their conquering horde beyond these walls. They cheered for blood but wouldn’t draw it themselves unless it was for their own political advancement. Even then, it was usually done from the shadows or by another’s hand, their only involvement being the exchange of gold. They bathed in the violence, the games they held serving as some religious rite. Imagine thinking the gods truly cared about the result of their fixed matches. 

Cowards, she thought.

I don’t want you to think, Macrinus would say, a conspiratorial smile on his face.

He had moved on from her, currently chatting up the hosting senator, Thraex. She dutifully followed after him, lingering behind, waiting to be called upon, observing. There was always a plan, even when it didn’t seem like it. Some hidden motive to advance Macrinus closer to the ear of the Emperor. Well, Emperors. 

Letha had seen the smaller of the two twins pass by earlier, a whole group of waiting concubines following after him, hopeful to be allowed to sit at his side, gilded in gold and little else. It was easy to see who wielded any amount of influence. Follow the flitting of pretty women and even prettier men, see whose arms they clung to, who they laughed with. She didn’t think she could do the tough job of flattering these despicable people. How they did it, motives misguided or not, she had no clue. 

“Ah, she is new, Macrinus,” Thraex greeted, not addressing Letha directly. He wasn’t particularly lecherous, but he was very clearly hinting at the very thing she was just ruminating over. It filled her with revulsion. She suddenly felt for Hyacinthia if this is what she was subjected to regularly.

“Oh, yes, this is Letha,” Macrinus explained, his hand pressing into the small of her back, drawing her in closer to his side. Keeping up appearances. “This is her first party,” he grinned. She only barely resisted the urge to shudder at the implication, though she knew Macrinus’s suggestion was hollow. They had already discussed her participation. A staunch no. She was relieved when he accepted it.

“Oh, well, surely we will find time later to… connect?” Thraex spoke, his words falling out as both a question and a request, his eyes flitting over to her before focusing back on Macrinus. The very idea of it made her want to retch, to embarrass herself in front of him so he would leave her alone.

A sharp pinch at her side made her jump and she quickly coached her expression. 

“She’s still so new, Thraex, I’m not sure she would be up for it, but believe me, I will find you if she still has life left in her,” Macrinus winked, earning a loud chuckle and clasping of shoulders from the pasty senator. Even though Macrinus was lying, it still left her feeling ill.

“You fit right in here, Macrinus,” Thraex praised. “I heard you were perhaps…” he shot a glance at Letha, as if maybe she shouldn’t be present for the conversation, but Macrinus readjusted his grip on her side, sending the message that she would be staying. “Well, there’s talk that you are interested in standing for election to the senate?”

Macrinus laughed, swatting at Thraex’s arm. “I barely understand an abacus, I have no aspirations of the senate.” Thraex doesn’t seem totally convinced, but before he can dig up any other pointed questions disguised as friendly banter, Macrinus initiates a pivotal part of his plan. The real reason for his being here today. “I’ve heard it’s custom for your guests to make wagers at these affairs… might we…?”

Thraex seems reluctant, but forges ahead anyway. “How large a sum did you have in mind?”

“Oh, perhaps… a thousand gold denarii?” Macrinus played at being unskilled far too well.

“Two,” Thraex interjected, hooked immediately.

“Is it truly so simple?” Macrinus smiles, releasing Letha to shake Thraex’s hand. 

Letha saw the wheels turning. This man was a gambler, unable to turn down a bet. Unable to resist escalating it, thinking the windfall was just around the corner. What Macrinus would do with this senator’s money, she didn’t know yet. 

“Come, let me introduce you,” Thraex insisted, leading Macrinus further into the manse, the nonexistent gold already buoying his spirits. Letha followed behind, doing her best not to get lost in the dense crowd.

There was an open area in the middle of the largest room they’d passed through yet, a gulf between the Emperors and anyone else. Thraex and Macrinus stepped into that gulf, bowing and greeting the two twin Emperors of Rome. She stayed just far back enough to not be noticed, blending in with the gathered throng. She finally set her eyes on them. The men ultimately responsible for the misery brought on her family. The real reason she had been brought to Rome in the first place. She felt the burning of Mars himself in her muscles as she fought to remain still, to resist charging over and throttling the two men. Her swift death would surely follow but it felt almost worth it.

The raised dais along the back wall contained a long plush couch. The copper-haired man she’d seen in passing earlier lounged comfortably on the right half of it, his thick red and gold robes burying his slight form. The lion’s share of the senator’s concubines laid out around him, some on the floor in front, others kneeling behind, all awaiting an opportunity to be called upon, perhaps wishing they could be whisked away from here and taken to the palace. A small monkey sat on the shoulder of a boy, its chirps echoing off the vaulted ceiling. From what Macrinus had told her, she assumed this was Caracalla. Smaller, almost child-like in comparison, he had a youthful, soft face with piercing blue eyes that seemed a bit troubled. 

Letha had a hard time rationalizing his appearance with the harrowing violence unleashed at his order. Macrinus called him bloodthirsty. His attention seemed scattered, bright eyes moving over the room, chasing the loudest of the sounds and conversation. He didn’t speak much to Macrinus and Thraex, leaving formality to his brother. He might’ve been too impaired to reliably converse. Occasionally his flighty glances slid into an almost blissful smile as something amused him. His entirely-too-comfortable position didn’t seem to bother his brother in the slightest, though they couldn’t have appeared more different from each other.

His brother. Geta. The more dangerous of the twins. Less prone to deadly outbursts, more reasonable, collected. His wavy hair was more maintained than his brother’s. Though identical in color, that seemed to be the only feature they shared. The way he was dressed contrasted with his brother, the gilded laurel crown he wore made of silver as opposed to gold. It brought out his pale skin and made his eyes seem darker, almost black. He wore dark reddish paint in a fine line around his large, inquisitive eyes. There were many rings on his fingers, deep earthen toned stones embedded in each one. He wore silver and black robes in opposition to his brother’s warmer tones. 

Letha was left with one uncomfortable thought as her eyes rose from the elaborate robes covering his shoulders, travelling up the expanse of his neck to pause on his jaw. He was beautiful. The reality of it settled like a stone in her gut.

As she continued her appraisal, noting the shape of his soft, pink lips as he offered the two men before him a warm smile, she wondered if she was making a grave mistake. She couldn’t do this. To have confessed her desire to strike the Emperors from history to Macrinus was the worst thing she’d done up to now. The weight of Macrinus’s hopes and dreams for himself was almost heavier than her own personal loss. The idea of that hurt too. Surely she would fail at this, just like she’d failed at protecting her family.

No. This is your purpose. What other reason is there to keep living?

As if he heard her thinking about him too loudly, his eyes darted over to her, sending her reeling. His gaze could cut through marble all on its own. She very nearly fell back into those standing behind her. It took her far longer than she would’ve liked to recover, finally averting her eyes from Emperor Geta. Macrinus had instructed her to observe, but she was confident this wasn’t what he had in mind. Thankfully, if her staring had irked the Emperor, he did not mention it.

“Yes, thank you, your majesties,” Macrinus smiled, bowing low again. He moved to take his place beside Geta and Letha followed, offering up a miniscule bow in her haste to move back out of sight.

From behind Macrinus she watched the woman perched on the arm of the couch beside Geta. Her smile was radiant as Geta’s ringed fingers gripped her hand, keeping her touch close. Her clothing was more of a suggestion than anything substantial, and Letha couldn’t blame the emperor for picking her out specifically. She was lovely.

“Do not lose control of your fury now, Letha,” Macrinus warned quietly, mistaking her affected state for an itch to spill their blood. She felt like her own thoughts had turned traitorous. “We are just getting started.” 

If he knew what dark secrets she was burying down deep, she was sure he would’ve handed her back to Viggo to be locked up indefinitely, never to be thought of again. She felt pathetic, weak-willed. The purpose guiding her through the worst period of her life, her revenge, the tether of it was just beginning to fray now that she was confronted with her quarry. For all Geta’s beauty, he was still a monster. They both were. She held firm to that, repeating it in her head like a mantra. She willed it to ring true. She would repeat it until it did.

Viggo walked into the room, leading one of Macrinus’s gladiators into the open space before the emperors. Another larger man was led in bearing chains as well, probably Thraex’s competitor. 

Letha could detect a heightened sense of anticipation spread out into the room as the two men were unchained, much like she had been earlier. She could feel the itch at her wrists and resisted touching the tender skin so as to not draw attention to it.

“This is your gladiator, Macrinus?” Geta questioned softly, leaning over the lap of the woman at his side to look up at Macrinus.

“Yes, your majesty,” Macrinus answered, focused on another of his many plots and plans. So focused, that he didn’t see Geta’s eyes flit over to Letha. She felt a jolt, a bolt of lightning travelling down her spine, struck down from Jupiter himself. Geta’s lips parted as if to speak, but the shout of his brother made him turn back around. Letha let out a breath and a revelation came with it. 

The difficulty of her task no longer lied in overpowering either of the two emperors, or slipping past guards. It lay in the heat slowly churning within her at the sight of Geta. A weakness, one she didn’t know she had until he was in front of her, looking at her like that. 

[ Part II ]

[yoiiyoii]

In honour of the birthday of Giyuu Tomioka the best character in demon slayer (to ME), I will use my free will to rant about the best Giyuu panels in the manga:

1.

Peak. Best of the best. Magnum opus of Demon Slayer manga. This specific moment is when my emotions reach the climax every single time I read the fight.

Giyuu and Tanjirou, one arm each, holding on to one sword, focus on the Rengoku sword hilt. Tanjirou being guided once again by the two hashiras he looks up to the most.

Once again, right after this, Tanjirou pushes Giyuu back and saves his life. A full circle, the lowest of the low for Giyuu, the highest of the highs of striking Muzan together.

Notice that Giyuu unlocked the red blade TWICE, once with Sanemi, his foil among the hashiras, and now with Tanjirou, the one he cherishes the most. Giyuu - always defined by his relationships. Giyuu as an individual character in a vacuum has very little to show. It's just another backstory, a traumatized hashira, just like the other demon slayers. Giyuu stands out in Demon Slayer because he is constantly present, he has developing relationships. The red blade is just another show for that. This panel does this theme of Giyuu justice too.

And, lore aside, the absolute HYPE of this scene. The long drawn fight, the hashiras with lost limbs all down, Sanemi and Obanai come in to attack Muzan and save Tanjirou, but oh-- where's Giyuu again? RIGHT HEREEEEE!!!!!!! LENDING A HAND TO TANJIROU, LITERALLY, AS HE ALWAYS HAS.

2.

Pretty self explanatory. Absolute badass, putting himself between an Uppermoon and someone he cares about, Tanjirou.

It goes into Giyuu's biggest theme of protection. He hates being protected, he wants to protect the people he loves (just like Akaza). He did not want to be a 'useless komainu' to Tanjirou. I don't know if it's stated explicitly but its obvious that Dead Calm was created so he would be able to protect himself without needing the help of others. His fight against Rui was a simpler version of this: protecting Tanjirou (though at the time he didn't recognize him), against Rui, whose whole theme was about wanting to be protected by a family, with elders fulfilling their role of protection.

Here Giyuu and Tanjirou were, dealing with the same theme again, and Giyuu going all out with wanting Tanjirou to survive. It's not that he's been silent about his love for Tanjirou, but this is where he explicitly declares wanting to protect him, in his own words (do NOT take a shot everytime you see the word "protect").

3.

Debating between this or the 4th panel, I chose this as the 3rd because this is MY post and I want to make top 3 posts all about him and Tanjirou.

And boyyyyyy is it about him and Tanjirou. He cant even sit up. Is it not insane to see him being THIS vulnerable?? in public???? Add to the fact that he knows Tanjirou's closer friends are right there in the same battlefield, and yet it was him who couldn't help but want to stay physically close to Tanjirou. If Tanjirou's death had been true, he'd be back at square 1, being useless, never strong enough (quite a recurring theme in Demon Slayer I must say).

Like, look, he's sobbing, he cried like three times during this whole DKT and death deal. When the inevitable Sunrise Countdown movie comes out, I personally would like to close my eyes and ears during this scene.

4.

I admit this could and should have been number 3. But that aside, the coolest panel in the manga award goes to... (to be fair, that can be debated, other panels are just as cool if not cooler for sure.)

Sanemi and Giyuu, peak relationship in Demon Slayer. This moment is the climax to all of the buildup since !!Sanemi's first appearance!! (you see how Giyuu was giving him a whole lot of side eye that scene?)

In a way Sanemi and Giyuu bring out some ~interesting~ emotions in eachother. Who else would Giyuu call a simpleton? Who else would Sanemi pick a fight with, simultaneously trying to understand them? When you go to the AU territory, that's a pretty hefty magnetic pull of a relationship, isn't it?

And this moment - as I said earlier, one of the red blades Giyuu achieved, it's with Sanemi! Sanemi trusted Giyuu with equal strength (as Kanao said that was necessary for a red blade strike), and we've seen them draw before, and that's the ONLY hashira vs hashira we saw! (well, ufotable added a whole bunch, and I'm thankful for that, but I do regard Gotouge's compact and limited version of the story higher. Gotouge thought that Sanemi vs Giyuu was the most important hashira sparring for the audience out of all of them, and for obvious reasons).

All of that, AND the panel calls back to that one picture of Sabito flying over Giyuu. Two of the rough dudes Giyuu has been associated with, which is a nice touch.

And heyyy that's the sword that Sanemi threw at Giyuu!! Which was a pretty important moment right before Giyuu explicitly called himself a hashira (contrasting with Tanjirou, where he stood merely as the protector, the senior, with no regard to their posts and hierarchies). Sanemi gave Giyuu some real good push this fight. Would have loved to see them on a mission together, but alas, Demon Slayer manga is pretty limited with what it shows.

5.

I don't have much to say. It's just cute, alright? Look at him all teeny tiny smiling about the prospect of being friends with Sanemi. What the hell. Why are you so cute. Look at Tanjirou sharing the same dumbass braincell. What's up with these two

Unranked honorary mentions:

10/10. More of 21 trio stupidness, please. And look at Giyuu's stupid face as if he didn't just insult Sanemi in front of everyone. OBANAI, HE DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING TO YOU-

His crow he's so attached to :,(. I would personally die for you Kanzaburou. And yeah, absolutely, Kanzaburou mistaking Tanjirou for Giyuu. They have the same essence I guess

MURATAAAAAAA and yes, while I do love this because of the whole Murata celebrity crush on Giyuu thing and all, I love how desperate Giyuu was the entire time to save Tanjirou, even in the middle of his own fight again MUZAN HIMSELF. And who better to take care of Tanjirou than Murata, someone who took care of him back when Sabito died? Connected bonds, alright. Sabito already helped Tanjirou with his journey back in Mt. Sagiri, he could also use someone else from Giyuu's past.

Post canon, all of it. The light in his eyes, his journey, he deserves all of the love and peace.