#with him it's more just cause he's the worst

[nezuscribe]

as somebody who was raised differently, there were certain things your sisters got than you. sure they had better tutors and trainers, but they always had the best of the best. the best dresses, shoes, friends, the best attention.

and they always got complimented. you would listen and observe, wondering if you looked or acted so inherently different from them that caused people to totally brush past you. for a while you felt like a ghost, wandering around life as people ignored you. your sisters were the light of everybody’s life, and you were just there. always in the back.

but with arranged!gojo, it’s so different.

he always finds a way to say something good about you, things you never considered before. sure he compliments your baking (a part of you wonders if it’s only because he wants more), but he tells you that your horsemanship is stellar or that your penmanship is amazing. it slips out to, as if he actually meant it.

you’ve spent your entire life believing that you weren’t remarkable. you spent years trying to mimic the way your sisters talked or acted, hoping that maybe if you were like them people would notice you. but with gojo it seems like the more you you are, the more he enjoys your company.

one day when you’re trying on some new gowns, courtesy of him of course, he happens to find you in your shared bedroom, having a little break in between his counsel meetings and training.

your eyes meet his in the mirror, widening as you turn around with a bright smile.

“satoru! you’re here! how’d you get here?” you ask, happy to have seen him in between his busy schedule. the tension in his body melts upon seeing and hearing you, eyes softening at your genuine excitement.

“i had some time to spare, decided to drop on by,” he answers nonchalantly, but you can tell with the slight blush on his cheeks that he intently came here, knowing you’d be trying on your new garments because you told him that last night.

you roll your eyes, looking back to the mirror as you survey the gown, pursing your lips. you feel him coming closer, close enough until his hands wrap around your waist and he’s staring at you staring at yourself.

“i liked those ones,” you point to the pile of gowns on the bed, “but i think i look ridiculous in those,” you point to the ones on the chair. alina offered to help you, but you promised you’d be fine. bedsides, this was something you preferred doing in your own.

“ridiculous? nonsense,” gojo snorted, his fingers tracing the beaded work on your stomach.

you lean back into his chest a little, silently looking at yourself in the mirror.

“i don’t think i look pretty in this,” you mutter, tugging at the sleeves.

“what?” gojo frowns, looking down as you and the clothing your staring heavily at, “i think it looks gorgeous on you.”

you huff, chewing on your cheek.

“i don’t know,” you murmur quietly, feeling embarrassed, “my fathers wife always said i looked worst in red.”

gojo feels his brows furrow even more.

“the old hag?” he tries to tease but there’s an underlying bite in his voice.

he’s watched you for a while now, silently. though you talk about your old life here and there, there are some things that have weighed in on you that you never voice.

he’s aware of how your fathers wife and sisters treated you. he knows you were just the spare, an extra part of the family they never liked to include. you told him once how your excludes from the family portrait that hangs tall in the foyer, or how you’ve been erased from the will. he can’t do anything but listen. and he knows he’ll never understand just how badly they treated you there, but every passing day he seems to find out more and more.

“i think you’re very pretty,” he whispers softly, kissing the side of your head as his hands squeeze your waist, his eyes catching yours in the mirror, “and i think you look beautiful in red.”

your gaze wavers from his and to the table, not used to this.

gojo sees the way you fidget with your fingers and the way your breathing hitches. he can only imagine how many times you’ve been told otherwise, forced to think the opposite.

because he wasn’t just saying it to say it. gojo truly believed you were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. he knew it from the moment you met when you were teenagers, and he knew it now. there’s a certain beauty that you possess that everybody else lacks.

“thank you,” you say, swallowing thickly as you smile a little at him, “i think you’re very pretty too.”

gojo feels his heart clench at the quietness in your voice, the unassuming way you thanked him, not filling believing his words. and sure he’s been called all sorts of good things under the sun, but to hear the genuine kindness laced in your tone, it made him want to bottle you up and keep you everywhere he went.

his hands squeeze your wait tighter, pressing more kisses to your neck as your squirm, smiling widely at the feeling.

“you are always pretty,” he says as he turns you around, leaning your back on the drawer, “always.”

his hands rest on your hips, blue eyes searing through yours.

you duck your head a little bit, heat biting at your cheeks.

“really?” you ask, looking up at him as he sees a shine in your eyes, trying your best not to shed those tears.

gojo feels his hands tighten on your dress, the fabric snagging under him as he breathes deeply through his nose.

he wonders if this is the first time anybody’s ever told you that. he doesn’t want to know if that’s true.

“really,” he repeats, his voice caught in the back of his throat. sometimes, you find a way to reduce him down to a few words. this man who’s been trained to sway others with his speeches, and he can barely speak around you.

you smile again, bashfully, your eyes creasing and cheeks full. gojo chases after your smiles, your happiness.

because though people might’ve whispered nice things when they know you couldn’t hear, those words never reached your ears. they never drowned out the waves of things you heard around your old house or from your family. and perhaps you spent a while thinking that you were just okay, never pretty or smart or funny enough, just okay.

but gojo says it all, and he says it loud. and you lived in the quite for so long that loud is strange. but it’s new, and you think you like it.

you look down at the gown, admiring the bead and needle work. it truly was a beautiful gown.

“i think i’ll keep it,” you say after a beat, and gojo smiles, a happy smile that he only shares with you.

he leans down, pressing a soft and sweet kiss to your lips, feeling the way you melt into him, holding him close to your chest. you hope he can’t feel the sting of tears at the corners of your eyes, or hear the way your heart beats erratically.

“good,” he murmurs as he pulls away for a second, “good.”

you smile.

“good,” you say, tilting your head a bit to find his lips again.

[bisexualhomelander]

Since the Cozy Corner has already made this post theirs, I might as well write meta on it.

If there is one thing that I find incredibly strange about Homelander's upbringing, it's that - in hindsight - the experiments did not have any palpable benefit.

Vogelbaum says he needed him to be the strongest man in the world, but he isn't. Neither physically nor emotionally. The experiments and constant isolation didn't harden him against the world; instead, they broke his brain, caused him trauma so bad his personality split in half to protect himself from what he was going through. And physically? His own seven-year-old son, who was raised in a peaceful village as the complete opposite to Homelander's childhood, is strong enough to push him around, and that's before Ryan had properly developed powers. He's probably ten times as strong as his dad by now, just by virtue of... well, his own powers. There was no torture needed to make him develop more or better powers. So the experiments also did not harden Homelander physically, either. They did not, in fact, make him stronger. More resilient to pain, maybe, but even that we don't know; he does react quite strongly to being hurt, even if it's just getting Maeve's leg to the groin.

They had to brainwash him to stay in the isolation chamber willingly, and the brainwashing caused all kinds of weird psychological effects. They now essentially have a figurehead with the mentality of a fourteen-year-old child. Which is alright if you want to keep him contained, I guess, but the mental illnesses make him harder to contain in the long run. A happy, healthy Homelander would not be up and about destroying the company, killing people, and trying to turn the States into a dictatorship. There was no monetary benefit to creating a monster they had no way of controlling other than brainwashing. Again, look at Ryan. Not brainwashed outside of being raised a little strange, and he still does as he's told without rampaging and flying into a rage every three seconds. Granted, he kills his way through New York by essentially just... touching people. But he can learn how to control himself in time.

Did they really think he would just be able to handle all that? Did they really, really think he was so inhuman that he wouldn't have human reactions to the worst torture known to mankind? And when they realized that it did have negative effects on him (e.g. the one psychiatrist guy saying he shows signs of depression), why did they not stop the experiments and get him real therapy?

Because, again, and I cannot state this enough, creating a deeply mentally ill man who they have no way of controlling seems like a very stupid thing to do, and I can't believe it took Vogelbaum forty years to realize he fucked up, to put it in the words of America's past and future bane, "bigly."

TL;DR: Madelyn Stillwell: He survived every weapon we threw at him. Me: Alrighti-o, but why were you throwing weapons at a child in the first place?

i was born from a lab experiment in which researchers worked to synthesize a person who “deserved it” (paper fails to clarify what was meant by this)

[sugarushwriting]

cherry popper —

sunghoon x reader

getting your cherry popped by your enemy

mature content featured, read at your own discretion

note: i know i know i said a writing schedule but this is my issue — i just want you all to read what i have planned so bad! i’ll start the schedule soon, ignore my last updated post

“you are infuriating!” you screeched, stomping your foot to the ground like a child.

“no, you are!”

“for goodness sake, you both are infuriating!” your professor interrupted your arguing with park sunghoon.

your worst enemy since middle school. now both ready to graduate university soon, nothing has changed.

you and sunghoon turned to your professor with looks of disgust towards one another. your professor has had you both in her classes for 3 semesters as you both shared a major.

“i’ve dealt with you two for too long! always arguing before, after, and during my lectures! you two can’t even stop bickering long enough to enjoy this nice class trip!” the professor rambled.

“professor, i really was trying to enjoy this trip—,” the professor cut you off

“no you haven’t! any given moment you started an argument with mr. park, knowing he will argue back. you two leave me no choice, you are to stay here in your rooms at the hotel, my assistant will be staying on the floor if you two need anything. he’ll most likely try to find a bonding exercise for you two.”

“if we stay here, that means we miss the exhibits!” sunghoon exclaimed, dark bushy eyebrows furrowed in confusion, hurt, and anger towards you.

the professor shrugged. “hopefully it’ll teach you a lesson like i teach my children.” she scolded, waving her finger at both of you.

you and sunghoon stood in the hallway of the hotel dumbfounded that you would be missing the exhibit you both were so excited to view. three months you’ve been waiting for this trip!

you groaned in annoyance, “you just have to ruin everything, huh?”

sunghoon turned to you wide eyed, “me? you’re the one always starting shit between us two!”

“you could just ignore me.” you shrugged trying to place the blame all on him.

“ignore you? i’ve tried, and you never let it go. you keep pestering like an annoying little bug until i reply to you.”

your lip turned up, “listen here you little—,”

“finish that sentence and i’ll ask the hotel to make you clean toilets.” your professors graduate assistant snapped.

you and sunghoon turned around to face the young guy who couldn’t be more than 3 years older than you.

“faked being ill because my girlfriend happened to come down to the city to see me. haven’t seen her in four months as we live apart,” the assistant began explaining, “but now i have to babysit two annoying little young adults who can’t get along for nothing!”

“man, you don’t have to babysit us. we can care for ourselves.” sunghoon stated.

“and risk you two sneaking off?” the assistant shook his head.

you crossed your arms, “so what do you want us to do?”

“the hotel is low on staff in the kitchen. they just need help with dishwashing and putting together cutlery.”

“no way! i don’t want my fingers to turn into raisins!”

“that’s why gloves were invented, cherry.”

you narrowed your eyes, ready to stab sunghoon if you could, especially at the nickname he’s given you for the past year.

“you two, kitchen, now. you can go to your separate rooms afterwards. don’t snitch on me, help the kitchen out, and i’ll tell the professor you two got along well enough to be able to join in on the activities tomorrow.”

“deal.” both you and sunghoon agreed.

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it was all going well—decently well for you and sunghoon until you dropped a plate in the sink, causing the water to splash both you and him.

he splashed water back, so now you and him were banned from dishwashing and instead wrapping cutlery for future hotel guests.

about an hour later, you both were only half way done through the giant bucket of clean dishes.

“this is exhausting!” you sighed. “my neck is starting to hurt.”

“stop whining and just keep going.” sunghoon replied quietly.

“what’s got your panties in a twist?”

sunghoon dropped the fork and spoon he was holding. “mhm, i don’t know, maybe you? always starting arguments with me.”

“you’re the one who started it, park sunghoon.”

“when did i ever start? you are the one who started it back in middle school.”

“middle school? sunghoon, i never even talked to you in middle school until that day you said my hair bow was ugly.” you reminded him.

that’s when sunghoon became your enemy. maybe for a stupid reason, but as a young girl, you had tried a new hair style with a hair bow after your mom made you get a hair cut, that the salon butchered.

you were insecure about it for a while, but it only really unsettled you when sunghoon came up to you one day during lunch telling you that your ‘hair bow was ugly, and nothing can make your hair look pretty again.’

since then, you’ve always sought out to ruin park sunghoon. whether it was getting better grades, to become top of the class. becoming class president so he’d be class vice president.

or even childish things like a whoopie cushion, taking a picture of him picking his nose in private, and even starting arguments over small things.

but the biggest would have to be when you started dating his friend second to last year in high school, you two only ending the relationship a little over a year ago.

kang taehyun.

it was a sneaky move to date your enemy’s friend. but it worked in your favor as just your presence annoyed sunghoon. he started to dislike you even more then.

but it wasn’t like sunghoon and taehyun were best friends, they just happened to be in the same friend group.

sunghoon remembered the day he called your hair bow ugly. he actually didn’t think it was ugly, but he was upset about what he overheard you and your friends at the time saying about him.

then when sunghoon found out you were actually dating taehyun, he couldn’t believe it. he would tease you and only bring it up to taehyun the reasoning for you to date his friend was to annoy him.

sunghoon used to hate seeing you around all the time when he just wanted to be with his friends. he especially disliked whenever taehyun would be too handsy with you.

“i only called your hair bow ugly because you and your friends made fun of me.” sunghoon sighed deeply. his lips went into a thin straight line as he went back to his deep thinking, focused on wrapping the silverware.

you looked at him surprised and confused. “sunghoon, when did my friends and i ever make fun of you?”

sunghoon sighed once more, wanting to forget the whole incident, but knew now was probably a good, but very late time to confront you about it.

“i overheard you all laughing at the fact i was a figure skater at the time, and said something about me being feminine.”

you stood there, too much in shock. your brain racked old memories and conversations, trying to remember that exact time. as you stood and stared, sunghoon continue on with the kitchen chore.

then it hit you, and you slightly chuckled. “sunghoon, we weren’t laughing at you. we were admiring you. the fact you was a boy doing figure skating? we were so impressed! and the feminine thing was a compliment, i promise! i swear as young girls we were jealous because you had a nice body we were jealous of at the time.”

sunghoon snapped his head toward you, observing you for any chance of a lie. he saw none as you stood there and smirked.

“you really called my hair bow ugly, to upset me, because you misheard my conversation with my friends?”

sunghoon scoffed, “well i mean, as a young boy, it was hard enough being a figure skater. i was just, don’t know, very introverted and shy.”

which he still was most times.

“you aren’t introverted or shy around me, sunghoon.”

“because i can’t be. you drive me up the wall on my nerves.”

you laughed. sunghoon liked the sound. he always did.

then he asked, “did i really hurt your feelings by saying your bow was ugly?”

you nodded. “yes you did. that started a war.”

“a war between us that i think we can now end?”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

after another hour, you all were close to finished when the kitchen staff let you go. rubbing your neck, you complained, excited to shower and just lay around for the rest of the night.

it was only 6 in the evening, and the exhibit went on until 9 pm, and you both were sure the professor and classmates would be off doing their own thing for the rest of the night as curfew wasn’t until 1 am.

“wanna watch a movie?” sunghoon asked, startling you. “i mean, there’s nothing else going on for us, and we could, maybe, keep each other entertained?”

you shrugged. “sure. just let me shower first. my room or yours?”

“mine. my friend and roommate, heeseung, snuck in some beer.”

you smiled. “perfect.”

half an hour later, you both were showered, in comfy clothes, and in sunghoon’s hotel room, sitting on the couch at the end of the beds watching a movie.

two drinks in, sunghoon was feeling bold. “why did you date taehyun?”

being caught off guard, you slowly turned your head, then tilted. “uh, why?”

“did you only date him because of me? to make me mad or jealous?”

“more to make you mad.” you teased with a wink.

“well congrats, you made me both mad and jealous by dating my friend.” sunghoon snickered, sipping his bottle of beer. he was no where near drunk or even tipsy. just a bit of extra courage running through his veins.

it was him watching you out of the side of his eye that got him this way. your laugh, your smile, the smell of you, so intoxicating.

you were more shocked and confused than ever. “sunghoon, what?”

sunghoon leaned down to look at your face, “taehyun used to bitch and moan that he could never get in your pants. that you would tease him, only willing to dry hump with him.”

you swallowed but rolled your eyes as well. taehyun always did complain that you never let him have sex with you. it never really bothered you.

taehyun knew you were a virgin. what he didn’t know was that whenever you thought about finally being intimate with him, all you thought about what sunghoon. all you could see was sunghoon. your thoughts were consumed of sunghoon whenever you thought anything sexual.

“why wouldn’t you have sex with your boyfriend, cherry?”

“why do you call me cherry?”

“answer me first.” sunghoon placed the bottle on the floor bedside him so he could turn his body to face you once more.

“uh, well i just didn’t want to have sex with him.” you shrugged one shoulder.

“why not?”

“eh eh, i answered you, your turn.” you tsked.

sunghoon bit his lower lip, staring at your lips as he replied, “because of that cherry lip gloss you always wear.”

you were wearing it now. not only did it look good against your skin, it tasted good too, whenever you got your nervous antics and chewed on your lip.

sunghoon always observed you putting that cherry lip gloss on your lips. it started with the cherry chapstick in high school, but just a little over a year ago you started wearing the cherry lip gloss.

“now answer me.” sunghoon demanded.

you took in a deep breath wondering how much or little to tell him. “well,”

“—was it because he wasn’t me?” sunghoon interrupted, your eyes going wide.

“sunghoon, no, what would give you that idea?”

“he told me he heard you calling out another guy’s name while playing with a toy of yours. he looked at me with anger and disbelief as if i had something to do with it.”

your eyes still wide, mouth shaped into an ‘o.’ you laughed nervously waving sunghoon off, “ah, he probably misheard me, that’s all.”

“i don’t believe you cherry.” sunghoon stated, standing up from the couch only to stand directly in front of you. eye level now with his crotch, you looked at him with innocent and confused eyes.

“sunghoon—,”

sunghoon stopped you mid sentence just by his thumbs hooking to the hem of his sweats, only pulling them down a little, teasing to pull out his cock.

“have you only kissed and dry humped him? what else have you done with him while thinking of me?” sunghoon clicked his tongue.

you shook your head. “sunghoon you’re mistaken!”

“sucked taehyun’s dick while thinking of me? mhm, even dry hump him thinking and wishing it was my lap you were rocking against?”

each sentence, sunghoon leaned in closer, mouth inches from yours. he could smell the cherry lip gloss of yours. excited to taste it finally.

you closed your eyes because—it was the truth. all of it. you blurted, “i never had sex with him because i’m a virgin!”

sunghoon chuckled, raising to his full height again. with a smirk, “mhm so my cherry was waiting to get her cherry popped by her enemy.”

you tightened your legs closer together for friction, but also to prevent yourself from becoming any wetter at just his words.

your movement didn’t go unnoticed from sunghoon. he got down on his knees in front of you. “has my cherry thought about getting ate out from her enemy? have you imagined it was me instead of taehyun going down on you?”

you shook your head, wanting to not believe this was happening. it wasn’t until you felt sunghoon’s teeth bite your thigh through your own bottoms, you snapped your eyes open.

“what was that for!”

sunghoon laughed, “be honest baby.” then, you nodded. “guess i’ll have to make your imagination become reality, huh?”

quick and easy, he got your bottoms off of your legs, and used his thumb to tease your clit through your underwear. a wet spot already beginning to form.

sunghoon’s eyes sparkled with neediness and excitement. he got up from his knees, you internally protesting, until his lips captures yours into a searing kiss.

he whispered against your lips, “so tasty, cherry,” as he continued to intensely work his lips against yours, loving the cherry lip gloss against his own lips.

he soon fell back to his knees, kissing up your right thigh before he moved your underwear to the side, poking his index finger to your cunt. he was met with tightness and some resistance, but only because it was a new feeling, new fingers for you. long, fingers to be exact.

sunghoon poked his index finger in your hole, followed by his middle finger, your legs opening wider for him, head rolling to the back of the couch with a groan. your hands gripped the couch, fingers digging into the cushions.

sunghoon then added a third finger, his ring finger, and your right leg went to hook over his shoulder, him holding your left wide open for him.

it was so much you wanted to snap your legs closed. sunghoon rocked his fingers in and out a few times, until your wetness covered his fingers, and he pulled out, quickly undressing you of your underwear. but just as quickly as his fingers were gone, it was replaced with his tongue and lips.

“sung—hoon!” you sang into a moan, left hand gripping his locks.

he moaned into your cunt, lapping up the juices you had to offer to him, occasionally using his k-9 teeth to nibble on your folds and clit. when his lips found home onto your clit, using his tongue to swirl, teeth to nibble, three of his fingers entered back into your cunt, no warning or teasing. he began rocking his fingers in and out in a medium pace, his tongue flicking your bud.

your chest and stomach began to tighten, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, head rolling onto the back of the couch from left to right. he removed his lips, fingers still, only to spit on your cunt, and got right back to work as if he didn’t pause to begin with.

this orgasm was about to be intense. taehyun never gave you mind blowing head like this. he was always decent, though. but sunghoon’s tongue was magic and had you coming way too soon.

“hoon!” you moaned loudly, hoping no one outside the door could hear you. “i’m—hoon, i—come—my goodness!” you babbled.

sunghoon used only his tongue while you came down from your first orgasm of the night.

your body jerked from the overstimulation, you pushing sunghoon’s head away.

“taste so good, cherry. better than i imagined.” he whispered once again, against your lips, before kissing you, his tongue poking through to find yours.

while kissing him, sunghoon grabbed you by your thighs so he picked you up and held you, turning around so he sat on the couch with you straddling him.

your wetness immediately started to stain his sweats, but he didn’t care. “hump me, cherry.”

“like this?” you asked. he wanted you to hump him? you bare below, him with his sweats?

you squealed when a palm of his came down to your bare ass. “it wasn’t an option, cherry.”

you nodded, biting your lip, as you began to rock your hips back and forth and in circles around his cock which was imprinting through his sweats. your cunt could feel the outline of him, getting wetter with each movement.

soon, you were on your way to your second orgasm. sunghoon’s hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements as you became more sloppy, only worried about reaching your second orgasm.

“that’s it cherry, use me like you’ve always wanted.” fuck sunghoon’s words were not (but was) helping.

your hands gripped his shoulders, trying to steady yourself as your movements increased as your orgasm was approaching.

your thighs started to become wet from your own juices, a big spot covering sungoon’s outline.

sunghoon pulled you closer as you came, he began sucking and kissing your neck, sending you over the edge even more.

your movements slowed down, as his hands stayed glued to your hips. your breathing became heavy against his collarbone, you giving it a peck, leaving a lip mark.

you’ve had two orgasms, sunghoon none. you leaned back to look sunghoon in the eyes. “what about you coming?”

sunghoon’s lips perked up, “cherry, i’ll come, don’t you worry.”

sunghoon from underneath, pulled down his sweat pants, your thighs and cunt somewhat hovering over him. you felt his tip brush against your folds, your body shivering with excitement.

you only hoped your toys prepared you enough for this moment. sunghoon pushed his sweats off as far as he could, down to his ankles. his shirt came off next, along with yours, leaving you both completely naked.

“cherry, i hope you used a dildo big enough.” he stated as he pulled a condom out from between the couch cushions. you were to entranced to even comment on that.

you bit your lip, “i hope so too, hoon.” you sighed against his lips, kissing him, as he helped you ease down on his hard cock after he put on the condom.

you bit down on his lip when he fully pushed you down on his length, a loud moan coming from you both.

“fuck, so tight cherry.” sunghoon groaned, head leaning back against the couch. “those toys did nothing to prepare you for me.”

you stayed still, both in a comfortable position. “i’m scared to move.”

“just go slow, okay?” sunghoon’s fingertips ran up and down your spine to comfort you. with a sigh of pleasure, you lifted your hips to the tip only, to slowly push back down.

you were sure you felt him in your stomach. slowly, you kept a rhythm of up and down on his length, occasionally rocking your clit forward for friction.

soon your thighs were starting to tense and become tired. “hoon, can—can you take over please?” you sighed against his cheek, nose resting in his neck.

without even removing himself from in you, sunghoon stood up from the couch, your wetness dripping in between the both of you. he carried you over to his bed, your legs wrapped around him.

he laid you on the bed, again, never slipping from inside you. his hand found one of your hips, the other resting against your cheek.

“let me know if it’s too much.” sunghoon stated before he pulled out completely only to push back with such force, your cunt squelched, your eyes shutting, a loud moan leaving your lips.

“fuck! sunghoon!”

you wasn’t expecting that. but honestly, you wasn’t expecting or even wanting him to be gentle.

for the next however long, which felt like hours, sunghoon rutted his cock in and out of your cunt with ease, your wetness spilling out on your thighs and his.

his thumb came down to your clit, rubbing left, right, up, and down, stimulating you just right to bring you to your third orgasm of the night.

“that’s it cherry, baby come on my cock. come on your first cock. fuck!” sunghoon moaned. “such a dirty slut thinking about your enemy while with that ex of yours.”

“hoon—sorry,” you apologized for no reason at all. why was you apologizing?

“wanted me to be the one to pop your cherry? got your wish.” sunghoon sighed, his pace of thrusts speeding up and becoming sloppy as he was chasing his first orgasm. “fucking whore thinking of me while playing with your toys. imagining it was me eating you out. kissing you. all while with—,”

with a loud, explosive moan, you cut sunghoon off as you came for the third time. no squirting involved, but you did have so much wetness dripping out of you, anyone could be mistaken.

sunghoon released into the condom with a low, throaty, growl-like moan, collapsing on top of you before rolling off.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

sometime in the middle of the night, you heard hush whispers. you didn’t move an inch, only somewhat, subconsciously listening.

“sorry man, i can ask her to leave?”

“absolutely not! i’ll go bunk with her roommate for this trip. once i tell her why i need somewhere to sleep she will be more than thrilled.”

it was heeseung, coming in after 3 am. once he saw you and sunghoon in the same bed, he didn’t even ask questions, only smiled.

about damn time you two fucked the anger out of one another.

sunghoon crawled back in bed next to you, your body only covered by a shirt of his. sunghoon stared at your sleeping figure with a smile.

you were finally his.

[bunnys-kisses]

my friends thought fernando alonso was ugly, and by god are they wrong - he would place a hand on your lower back. the kind to open doors. laugh at your jokes, and even try to eat your cooking all the times that you failed to make his favourite dishes. you wanted to give him the best, and he was the kind to match that.

and while most want a boyfriend over six foot, but five-seven was more than enough for you. no need to get neck pain to kiss your lover. you stood at eye level, more reason to stare into those beautiful eyes. he smiled when you looked at him, and had a habit of taking the worst photos of you. he was yours, and you were his.

he was also a generous lover. even after a weekend of intense racing, you found yourself on the couch of the driver's room and the charming smiling of the one, the only fernando alonso diaz. you better hope that you were quicker to get your jeans off than he was. or else you'd be walking out of the room with no bottoms or baggy basket ball shorts - very unbecoming of a girlfriend (read: future wife). you on the couch, your bottoms in a pile on the floor with your pretty green panties over top. fernando had your thighs over his shoulders as he kissed your soft skin. you shuddered when he eventually licked at your slit. he shifted his knees to get some place more comfortable. he wasn't a quick n' go kind of lover. if he was going to eat you out. it was going to be a holy experience. he was going to devour your sweet cunt like fruit for heaven. he even pressed your thighs against his scratchy cheeks as he kissed your pussy. heavy groans with his cock strained in his driver's suit. he can't take it anymore.

he had been though enough with racing, and while he didn't walk away with a trophy. he got to have the sweetest prize of all. because neither verstappen or leclerc, norris not hamiltion could have you. while most were allured by the younger drivers, you were always drawn to your fernando, and he gave his love to you in spades. plus, he believed that those boys couldn't pleasure you the way he could. especially as he dragged his tongue up against your slick pussy in such a slow, methodically way that it left your nerves feeling like they were on coals. you could feel your heart pound in your pre-loved astron martin t-shirt.

"you taste good, my love." he said with lust on the tip of his tongue. he was just so generous, the life you two had made together. how could he not want to invite you into his world. even when an age gap to raise an eyebrow at, he wanted to show you all the beauties of the world. from lavish luxuries to quiet moments together. championship wins and champagne, to instant coffee and quiet sunrises. as he pleasured you with his tongue and soon two of his fingers pressed inside of you. he groaned against you, cock leaky with want. but he would get to himself later. for now he was going to gorge himself on you in ways that only he could have you. he was only egged on by your hands in his dark hair and your needy moans. you tried so hard to be quiet as to not cause too many curious ears in the direction of your lover's room. but it was hard when the pleasure blossomed through your core. your toes curled in your socks as he held onto you with his free hand. he exhaled deeply against your clit and it made you shiver, nipples hardened under your shirt and bra from the intense feeling of his mouth on you. you knew that if you had a little more time and a little more privacy, you'd be fully naked with fernando more than happy to strip you naked before he made sure that his woman was taken care of. he groaned against your cunt, "amazing." and shuddered a little bit as he held onto you a little tighter while he worked your achy, slick cunt with his tongue and digits. you held onto his hair tightly and pressed him closer to you.

you didn't last much longer. you held onto him while you came against his mouth. he felt you tense up against him before you relax. he hissed under his breath, he knew his cock was leaky right now. he swore under his breath before he kissed you clit one last time before he pulled away. his beard was slick with your wetness and he chuckled. he placed a hand on your middle. and he asked, "why don't we get out of here? i think i'd rather take you on the hotel bed, my love. let's go." he purred before he kissed the softness of your thigh lovingly. you nodded and smiled at him with the same love in return. <3

a/n: this was written after two glasses of white wine. i love you fernando alonso, you're my baby girl.

[alwaysthefool]

Coincidence (Sylus x Reader/MC)

Tags: Angst, no comfort, jealousy, misunderstanding, GN Reader, MC Reader

Warnings: major insecurity,

Synopsis: You see Sylus with someone else, causing a misunderstanding between the two of you

It definitely wasn’t one of your best days. Your hair had been dull from exposing it to too much heat, and your skin was facing a breakout. He’d seen you at your worst and best before, and besides, Sylus didn’t care for those things so you didn’t think much about it when he called you over.

Maybe you should have.

She was everything you weren’t, everything people said you lacked, with a beautiful smile and perfect teeth. He called her closer to whisper something in her ear, to which both of them laughed, before she noticed you, gracefully bid her farewell to Sylus, and walked to the door.

“Will I be seeing you at the banquet tonight, sir?” She asked, turning slightly.

“I’ll let you know.” Sylus turned his attention to you, his lips curling up, and suddenly it did not feel so genuine. It felt cunning, manipulative, and the second you found your own brain blaming you for insecurity, you realised your thoughts were being manipulated. He wasn’t using his aether core or evol, it was all a plot, a power play to lift up your spirits and let you down, over and over again. Right?

“…you coming?” Sylus, whose voice was generally hard to ignore, had been talking about something.

“What?” You frowned, not sitting down or making yourself comfortable in his office like you usually would, which made him stand up and walk towards you.

“Would you like to come with me to the protocore auction tonight?” He repeated, staring deep into your blank eyes. He said he could see people’s deepest desires, and at that time you didn’t know what you even wanted.

“I’m actually busy.” You cautiously stepped back, feeling worse than you did when he first called you there. It hurt worse than your heart at its weakest state, than your throat all those times you’d scream when nightmares terrorised you, probably more than any other time an opponent hurt you.

He was about to say something, but a bailing ring on your phone interrupted you. You glanced quickly at who it was— Tara— and excused yourself to pick up the call, a cheerful voice saying something about being bored on her week off, and without a pause, you replied saying you’d be there.

“Really?!” She exclaimed, and you also realised how you’d been neglecting your friends, spending your free time with him instead.

“Really.” You replied solemnly, just walking out of his manor, only dropping a text that a friend needed you for something important.

You thought he’d chase after you, try to stop you, at least text you to stay, but he did nothing of that sort, and you were soon at Tara’s house with a pack of beer, chips, and hidden feelings.

“Maybe you should see other people.” She suggested, looking down at your palm to read the lines. “It seems like you’ll have many romances- ooh, I know, why don’t we go out tonight? Maybe we’ll find the one!”

“Tara, we’re not finding ‘the one’ at the club.”

“You never know!” Although she took the week off to recover, she was quite jumpy when getting ready, helping you too. It was pleasant to have someone like that around in times like those.

You looked better, finally, dressed well with your hair done, although you shouldn’t have done that considering how weak it was, but it felt nice to just feel adored for the first time in days. Tara took you to a tiny get-together with some of her team, the club thankfully not being too crowded. You got along with her friends, the free cocktails helping you get your mind off things.

It seemed you really hit it off with Andrew, captain of the analytics division, who also didn’t seem to mind Tara partying on her time off. “Everyone should have time off every once in a while.” He said, as the two of you watched her dance her heart out with a smile on your faces… and then trip on her own feet and fall.

The two of you rushed to her, helping her up, and calling a taxi for her. She insisted for you to stay and enjoy, telling you she’d be fine by herself. Andrew started to scold her for being reckless but she told the Taxi driver to step on it before he could finish, earning another laugh from you.

The cool breeze made you shudder, and the team leader gave you his coat. You thanked him shyly, the two of you talking for a while outside, until you spied a shiny eyed crow perched on a light pole, immediately ticking you off.

He was with someone else, so why was he interested in what you were doing? You put your arm on Andrew, leaning in to whisper something in his ear, holding his hand as the two of you went back inside.

Back at the base, Sylus watched you through Mephisto’s eyes, not having attended the auction himself as you wouldn’t be going.

“So that’s why you blew me off.” He mumbled to himself, turning off the screen after commanding Mephisto to make sure you got home safe.

He wondered what happened, where he went wrong, how he could fix things. You seemed down for a while, so he set up a perfect date night for the two of you, acquiring tickets for a ball in another city, having a designer deliver garments that would suit you personally earlier that day, because a week ago you told him you wished to attend one of those while mindlessly scrolling through the Pinterest board on your phone. He thought he’d surprise you, but then you hurried away from him, making him think something bad happened.

Now he supposed you just liked the simpler things in life, and a simpler man, too. Is that who called you when you ran without a bye? When he stared deep in your eyes and saw disgust again? You hated him, right? You liked someone else, right?

“Have it your way, sweetie.

Now I won’t chase after you.”

-x-

Pssst if you liked this, i wrote this concept (with a follow up happy ending chapter) for ZN too, I’ll link it in the reblogs!

Also let me know if you want a Part 2 to this and what it should be!

[melliemell]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT.. POCKY GAME WITH THE BSD CAST (preferably Ranpo and Dazai, feel free to add whoever u want!!) MAKE IT ROMANTIC TOO PLZ I CANT GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD🙏🙏🙏

LOTS OF LOVE - an anon who lost their glasses

👀👀this... this was too fun to write ohmygod you have no idea

Now you've managed to get me stuck on thoughts of silly little moments with those losers too aaAAAAAA I gotchu nonnie, you ask and I deliver😌

BSD Cast ft. Pocky Game

(Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Chuuya; high-key suggestive, blame them not me)

Dazai

“It’s a very delicate procedure.”

“Mmm, big boy business, I see.”

“Shush. Good students listen to their sensei first and give smartass remarks later. Now…” 

 It would be Dazai’s idea, not surprising in the slightest. The thing is, he’d be very convincing about this, all sweet smiles and an offhand remark how cute it’d be ‘cause couples are supposed to do sappy things, duh. An innocent enough suggestion, one you found amusing but nothing to bat an eye about. 

Until you add Dazai’s complete disregard for social norms and he’d be pulling those things out in the most embarrassing, inconvenient places he could think of. Mostly to annoy you, secondly to see how red in the face you’d get if he put you in a compromising situation. And oh boy do those happen often. 

One moment you’d be in the middle of discussing important work matters with Atsushi, the next Dazai’s sliding up in your personal space, pocky already hanging at his lips. Worst is he’d act as though this is your average activity, batting his lashes all sweetly at you as he waited. If you snap the pocky with your hand instead he’d react as though it was his heart you just crushed, you cruel beauty of his.

It’s all fine though, things considered. So long as he does get his kiss in the end. Behind some privacy this time.

Ranpo

No. Do not engage with this man in a pocky game, he will be an absolute menace about it.

Unlikely to suggest it himself as it means he’d have to share his snacks with you. Could be convinced if informed of the chance of getting free smooches though. But he’d whine about it, probably already munching on the pack you bought as you were explaining the rules to him.

In the case of you managing to save some for the actual thing…

“Yeah, yeah, can you get on with it? I wanna play already.”

Ranpo does not, in fact, play. The moment you get in place, both of you biting onto your respective side, Ranpo all but throws away any and all rule-information you gave. Who needs those? Only losers, that’s who.

He’s already bitten off almost the entirety of the pocky, lips finding yours a second later as his he pulls you in, hands smashing up your cheeks on both sides. You can practinally hear him munching on the chocolate which makes this all the more hilarious. Talk about mixed priorities. 

Second try goes just as the first one; any illusions of a game forgotten as you were pretty sure Ranpo’s impatience wasn’t quite something you were equipt for…

The third and final chance (last pocky, unfortunately he ate the rest) wasn’t really a chance, honestly. Not when you could just push him back on the couch and kiss him stupid as you climbed atop. 

He might get the remaining pocky later. Maybe.

Fyodor

“How charming.”

Would be amused by the whole thing. Unexpectedly easy to convince, and it gets even weirder as he calmly complies with the rules, nodding patiently. Before you know it you’re staring down at each other, one pocky distance between you two.

Not the type to rush into things, letting you get closer to him instead. Expect a lot of raised eyebrows and chaste kisses as you get through the whole pack. Did you think this was a one go thing? Silly you. A happy, satisfied partner is a compliant one, after all. Little things like this cost him nothing, but could bring a smile on your face. Why would he waste an opportunity like that?

Unlikely to push things further… but just as unlikely to stop you from leaving a few more kisses on him. One or two at the edge of his lips. One accidentally finding its way on his jaw. A trail of feathery brushes down his throat and soon he’d be getting the memo pretty well. 

You can’t help it. There’s something about Fyodor’s damned calmness that always leads to this. Maybe it’s the presence of character; something solid and secure before you that always manages to crawl under your skin. You’d be pulling at his shirt and trousers before you know it, pocky game entirely forgotten.

Chuuya

This one’s a trickie.

Chuuya’d be split between wanting to give in to your sillies, but also… why? Why this? Why not go to that nice and fancy restaurant he talked to you about? The one with the molten chocolate cakes; he’d treat you to all the sweets in the world if you’d ask him. 

Embarrassed at first, and trying his best to sneakily pull himself out of the situation. Until you finally manage to corner him, pocky box in hand and a roguish glint in your eyes.

Maybe it was his dignity, or maybe he was playing too much into the tough guy persona. But the moment you sat him down, a winner’s determination written all over your face– oh, no. Hell no, this was on.

Forget about any cute couple moments. Oh nono, it was all narrowed eyes and prolonged stares of intense analysis, each trying to predict the others’ move. One wrong decision, just the slightest distraction and–

Before Chuuya had you round the waist, rolling you suddenly on the bed as a panicked yelp flew from your lips. The absolute ass. And he’d be laughing about it too, looking down at your sprawled form with the goofiest smile, trying to bite into his lower lip to stifle yet another fit. 

“You all good, sweets? Guess ya lost this round.”

And you’d pull him down, your breath ghosting over his widening grin.

“We’ll see about that.”

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Villains: Ranked By How Much You Could Trust Them To Babysit Your Child

As requested by anon. :)

You need a babysitter for your kid, and for reasons unbeknownst to me, you can only entrust your child to a Cosmere villain. But fear not: this list will aid you by ranking how much you could trust said villains with your precious child.

[Big Spoilers for villain actions throughout! I'd steer clear of any characters from book series you haven't yet finished. However, there is nothing from Wind & Truth previews]

1. Taravangain [Stormlight]: Your child has...slightly better than even odds of being fine

Taravangian is one of the few villains who actually did order a group of children be put to death--remember when he was highly "intelligent" but the child choir was bugging him so he ordered that they all be killed? Not great credentials for a babysitter! On the other hand, his subordinates did talk him out of child murder, and presumably his subordinates would also be there with your child. So your kid probably wouldn't be executed by royal order!

...But I'd maybe stay away from Taravangian.

2. Miles [Mistborn Era 2]: Not the worst choice

If I remember Miles correctly (and I hope so, because I'm not really checking), he's the sort of villain who would have been one of the protagonists in Mistborn Era 1. I mean, his whole thing is that he wants to do what's right and stand up for the downtrodden through loads of murder, which--good resume for Kelsier's crew, am I right? I think your child would probably be fine--seems pretty safe to be strapped in a baby harness against the chest of an unkillable dude. Let's just hope he's not being fired upon by like seventy constables while babysitting.

...Maybe ask him to stay in your house for the job.

3. Hrathen [Elantris]: Are you willing to convert?

I believe Hrathen would actually take very good care of your child. He's a competent guy and doesn't want to cause any harm for harm's sake. On the other hand, you probably won't be paying him money--rather, I'm guessing he's gonna ask you to convert before he'll agree to watch your child.

So: Pros: You child is safe and healthy. Cons: You're a follower of Jaddeth now.

4. Crow [Tress of the Emerald Sea]: Not worth the price

The moment Crow has your kid, she's 100% blackmailing you into committing murder. That's just her MO. You're better off paying your neighbor kid $20 at that point.

5. The Sorceress [Tress of the Emerald Sea]: Uh...her literal thing is kidnapping

Come on, the Sorceress only knows how to do three things: kidnap people, curse people, and build hugely phallic rocket ships disguised as towers. I'm assuming you don't want your child to be kidnapped, cursed, or taught that all tall buildings should be inherently phallic. I'd steer clear of the Sorceress.

6. Odium, original vessel [Stormlight]: Pretty good choice!

What's promising about original-flavor Odium is that he likes to make agreements and will not only keep that agreement but also adhere to its spirit. All you need to do is get Odium to agree to keep your child safe, and Odium will do that!

Now, will Odium ask for something in return? Naturally. Will it be more than a cool $20? Yeah. And will your child be returned to you spouting some nonsense about how they must abandon all negative passions and become unchained? Well, yeah, but they're five. You can probably distract them with some Boo's Clues and they'll forget all about Odium's brainwashing.

All in all, not a terrible choice!

7. Odium, [spoiler-y] vessel [Stormlight]: Well...are you a really good lawyer?

Odium as represented by his new vessel will also keep to the babysitting contract--exactly as written and no further, loopholes fully exploited. So unless you can write an ironclad babysitting contract, you may return to find that sure, your child is physically safe, but they're now the face of a shady baby food company being used to smuggle exotic car parts across state lines. And nobody wants that.

8. Denth & Tonk Fah [Warbreaker]: Take them at their word

Denth & Tonk Fah will definitely tell you that, as mercenaries, they can't be trusted with a small child. Denth will say this in such an offhanded and charming way that you will definitely feel compelled to tell them, "Don't be silly! I know my child will be safe with you two."

Don't do it. Your child will NOT be safe.

Keep looking.

9. Telsin [Mistborn Era 2]: Not a great idea

Best-case scenario, being a good babysitter is somehow an important skill to Autonomy, in which case Telsin will in fact give it her all. You'll come back from your dinner & movie to find that your baby has a Harvard PhD and is mayor of a small town.

But more likely than not, if Telsin wants to watch your child, then she has nefarious plans that involve murder and world domination, and that's probably not the future you want for junior.

10. Straff [Mistborn Era 1]: No

Hahahahaha no.

Just no.

11. Lord Ruler [Mistborn Era 1]: Will immediately hand your kid off to his subordinates

The Lord Ruler is not gonna babysit your kid. He's gonna hand that child off immediately to his subordinates, the obligators. Your best-case is that the obligators also hand your child off to their subordinates, all the way down until your child ends up with a skaa servant who actually has some semblance of human love still in their heart. Worst-case, you find your child sitting on a dusty floor playing with spikes you hope are just rusty.

I'd recommend choosing a different babysitter.

12. Moash [Stormlight]: Not worth the risk

It's not like Moash is just evil for evil's sake or anything, but we know he doesn't have an issue killing innocents (RIP Teft) and he is currently trying to suppress his conscience wholesale. Now, if your child cannot be used in any schemes, I don't think Moash will hurt them for no reason. But if they CAN be used for schemes, then your child might be dropped off a tall tower to distract Kaladin or something. Best-case scenario, your child is returned to you safe & sound but has been given an Evil Baby Makeover (exactly the same outfit as before but it's black now).

I just don't think its worth the risk.

...Evil Baby Makeover might be kinda cute, though.

[kittnmin]

VAMPIRE IN THE CORNER ⸺ 심재윤 ₍ shim jae-yoon ₎

In a world where vampires are little more than myths and campfire tales, Jake, a fledgling vampire hunter, learns that legends often hide dangerous truths. Wounded and bleeding out in the snow after a fatal encounter with a kidnapper, Jake's worst fears materialize when the scent of his blood draws something from the shadows.

⸺wc ! 5k ⸺ genre ! vampire au ⸺ pairing ! vampire!reader x vampire hunter!jake ⸺ warnings ! [n]sfw + slight DUB-CON + blood sucking duh + cunnilingus + unprotected sex + rough sex + hate sex + wound licking + light angst + choking + lots of blood + jake is mean + reader is mean too + biting + marking + degradation & praise + dacryphilia + tummy bulge + cream pie.

Jake was almost dying when he saw you for the first time.

He found himself on the floor over the snow, gasping and gripping his shoulder in agony. The wound bled heavily, and he knew the bullet was still inside. 

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, glancing over at the lifeless body of his attacker, a kidnapper who underestimated him. Although Jake was skilled, he was careless, allowing the man to shoot him in the shoulder.

The pain was familiar, but it was the scent of blood, the iron stench clinging to his skin and dripping down his body, that truly unnerved him. It only meant one thing.

A vampire could be there at any minute.

Jake wouldn’t call himself an expert in vampires, at least not as much as Heeseung. His older brother had thousands of notes and scribbles that he kept close to him all the time, always nerding out and saying a random fact about vampires that no one asked about. It was as an obsession or admiration, something Heeseung was very passionate about even though that meant he would be able to track down vampires with the sole intent of killing them. Sure, it was his job to know their enemies but Jake could never understand that obsession. Jay, on the other hand, didn’t care about any of that “blood sucking bullshit” as he called it. He was direct, didn’t care about their habits or anything. He just wants to kill as many vampires as he can. It wasn’t about the pleasure of killing, Jay wasn’t a psychopath who would kill anyone for any reason; but, to him, vampires didn’t deserve that sympathy.

Jake cursed under his breath, supporting himself on his knee to try and get up slowly. He stops as soon as he hears something in the forest. It’s low, almost imperceptible, but it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His gun is on the ground, too far away for him to reach it without making any sound of causing his wound to hurt even more and he couldn’t afford to lose more blood. The air around was cold, every breath he took made his lungs hurt and the possibility of the scent of his blood attracting a vampire made him consider taking his own life on the spot.

He had never encountered a real vampire before. No, this was almost a legend, something parents would tell their kids to scare them off and keep them away from the deep forests of the province. Only the elderly vampire hunters were brave enough to find or kill a vampire and survive to tell the story, their tales written in books with enough detail and information to teach their children about the vampire threat to the human race. Jake had heard those stories, many of them were contradictory though. 

He heard that those blood sucking creatures had horns and fangs big enough to kill a bear, he heard they had long and black claws to rip skin off bones, that they had white creamy skin and dark hollow eyes. Some said vampires had wings that reminded them of bats, that they had no hair in their entire body and that they could teleport to any place at any moment. But the most frightening stories he heard, which Heeseung would tell him, were about how vampires could hypnotize humans and have sex with them for the sole purpose of sucking out their life energy. Jake would laugh it off but would lie in his bed and think about that for the whole night, now knowing how to feel about the prospect of a lifeless creature using him as nothing more than a toy to play with.

Regardless of how they might’ve looked, Jake was certain death was a better option than being a blood bag for such a creature for days, months even. 

Of course, those were just rumours, almost dark fairy tales forgotten in time. With no evidence whatsoever. Still, Jake’s mind can’t stop picturing how the creature inside the forest darkness would look like. He holds his breath as soon as he realizes he’s not alone anymore, the scent of his blood had quickly attracted some creature that he knew for sure was looking at him behind a tree. 

Quickly, he grabbed his pocket knife and held it in front of him. Useless, he thought. If any creature or even a human was willing to attack him while he was wounded and defenseless that knife would do little to no harm, especially for the fact that he had no strength to fight at that point. 

“Oh, God…” He can feel it in his bones, the chilling and painful realization that he’s going to die in the hands of a monster. 

The pale moonlight bathes your frame delicately as you step out of the darkness, the glint in your red eyes is enough to make Jake shout for help to no avail. His eyes were glued to your expressionless face and he realized how wrong all those rumors and tales were. You looked… normal. Like a girl he would see at the fair buying fruits, someone he would try and court with sultry eyes and smiles. He’d take you to the tavern to eat and drink with him and his brothers and joke around, he’d hold your hand while walking with you though the forest and pamper you with gifts. Of course, if you weren’t a blood sucking monster.

You didn’t have horns or claws, you didn’t have wings or pale white skin. The only things that gave off your nature were your red irises and the fangs protruding from your mouth. 

“Stay away!” He shouted, holding the knife in front of his body, watching as you made your way to him. 

He’d have hoped you’d go straight to the dead body just a few meters away from him, but why would you? Why would you be content with a lifeless body when there’s hot pumping blood right in front of you? He can see the way you close your eyes, taking a deep breath to breathe in the scent of his blood, the red stains starting to stick onto his skin and white blouse showing that he was injured not very long ago. 

“A vampire hunter?” It's the first thing you say, your voice making his stomach twist and turn inside his body.

Jake wore his badge proudly, it was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. The shape was a perfect circle, made of gleaming gold, and at its center, an image of a blood-red moon in full glory was intricately etched with his name. The badge symbolized the struggle of the hunters, a constant reminder of their tireless efforts in protecting humanity from the supernatural. 

“My brothers will be here at any moment,” He said, grunting when he started to back off as you approached, his back hitting a tree. Your gaze fell upon his pathetic form, his chest going up and down with rapid breaths. Something in your eyes tells him that you're not there just for his blood. “I would back off if I were you.”

His voice is firm but it doesn't stop you from smirking. And he hated it. He hated the way it made him feel powerless. You slowly lower yourself to your hands and knees and he watches with wide eyes as you crawl towards him. 

“I’ve always liked a good fight,” Your voice is alluring, sweet and warm honey melting into his skin. “But a man like you looking so helpless… it’s almost like you’re begging me to eat you up.”

Jake trembles under your words, keeping his knife in front of his body and pointing it at you as you place yourself between his legs. You don’t seem to care about the weapon in his hand, you only approach further; your presence engulfing him in a state of borderline madness. Your face is inches away from him, his breath hitting your soft features as he finally lets himself notice all the details about you. 

You were perfect.

Not in the sense of society’s standards—Jake just knew you carried a beauty that wasn’t meant for sunlight. It was the beauty of shadows stretching long across a marble floor, of the first crack of thunder before a storm. You looked like the forest in the dead of night, where the moon barely kisses the trees and the air hums with secrets no one dares to speak. You had the allure of a candle struggling to stay lit in a darkened room, fragile yet defiant, casting fleeting shadows that danced like ghosts. It was the kind of beauty that didn’t beg to be seen but demanded to be felt, lingering like the cool bite of winter air or the scent of rain clinging to the earth.

Jake let his hand drop beside his body as he swallowed in fear. Fear and desire. Two words that would accompany him for a long time after this encounter, he was sure of it. 

You get closer to his face, lips brushing against his. Close enough to suffocate him. He didn't know if it was the blood loss making him dizzy and weak or you. He didn’t know what to do other than just sitting there and letting you mess with his mind like that. He couldn't stop you as you placed a soft kiss on his jaw, tracing it down to his collarbone and neck. He knew that if you were a true monster, with claws and horns, he would’ve screamed and kicked. He would’ve already sliced your throat and probably would’ve got himself killed. But he’s just a man. As soon as he feels you gripping the back of his neck he thinks to himself that maybe it won’t be so bad, right? 

Maybe those loving soft touches and caresses were just a way of softening him up, to make him willing and obedient enough so you can drink his blood. At that point, he would be fine with dying.

Your hands, cold as the snow under him, traced over his chest and abdomen before you straddle his hips, “I’m gonna be nice,” You assure him, brushing his raven hair back with your fingers. “Don’t wanna hurt such a pretty boy…too much.”

He swallows, resting his head against the tree behind him, your body tightly pressed against him as he feels an inevitable heat growing inside his core. The blood on his shoulder starts dripping again as you trail your kisses to his wound. Your tongue licked the hot blood that poured out of it and it made you moan in pleasure. It’s blasphemous and wicked, but Jake whined back at your actions. His gloved hand grabbed your waist as tight as he could, a single tear dripping from his eye as you faced him again. The image of your lips smeared with his own blood shouldn’t arouse him. No, you must’ve put a spell on him because he can’t hold himself back as he pulls you for a kiss. 

The atmosphere around you was thick, oppressive, like the heavy weight of a storm cloud just before it breaks. The air was laden with tension, charged with something electric, something primal. It wrapped around him, suffocating and intoxicating all at once, like drowning in warm honey. The faint scent of iron mingled with the faint sweetness of your breath, each inhale dragging him deeper into a haze of need and guilt.

Time itself felt distorted, stretched thin, the world shrinking until there was nothing left but the heat of your body and the low hum of his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Every movement of yours was slow and deliberate, teasing and tormenting, pulling him into a rhythm he couldn’t escape.

It wasn’t just the closeness—it was the intensity, the way your presence consumed the very space he occupied. 

You were sweet, you tasted like some kind of dream he had long forgotten. The mere possibility of dying there and not being able to see you again, to taste you, was already tormenting him. But he couldn’t say anything or had the strength to, you already made a decision to suck his life away, kissing his neck before pressing your fangs down his perfect untainted skin. Jake felt like he could die just from the pain alone, he felt like his nerves had been set ablaze, the sharp sting of your fangs piercing his skin sending a white-hot jolt through his entire body. It was a pain that felt endless, intimate in its cruelty, mingling with the maddening pleasure of your lips brushing against his skin. Jake’s body trembled, caught between wanting it to stop and fearing it might never end. A hoarse, broken gasp escaped him, his head tilting back as if surrendering to the inevitability of being consumed.

His fingers were buried in the plush skin of your waist, pathetic groans leaving his lips as he tried to catch his breath, drowning in the darkness that you pulled him into. It feels like it lasted forever; the pain, the crying, the way his life was slipping away. 

And everything went dark.

The snow has melted away in the months that have passed by. He sat in the worn chair by the window, staring into the dark forest beyond. His fingers gripped the armrests, knuckles pale and trembling. The faint scent of iron still lingered on his skin, as if the memory of you had burrowed so deeply into his being that it refused to leave.

He saw you everywhere, even when he closed his eyes. That cursed face, all soft curves and crimson eyes that had promised both ecstasy and destruction. His breath hitched every time he thought about your lips—bloodstained, yet impossibly soft against his skin. The ghost of your touch haunted him in the quiet moments when he was alone, which lately felt like all the time.

Jake dragged a hand through his dark hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. His chest ached, his heart hammering with a rhythm that felt out of place. It wasn’t fear anymore. No, fear had long since bled away, replaced with something far more dangerous—desire.

The night Heeseung found him, his brother was convinced he was dead. Sprawled on the snow, his face drained of all color, his skin cold as ice to the touch. It took nearly a month for him to emerge from a deep, torturous sleep, one where he relived that night over and over again. He can’t remember the last time he had a peaceful sleep. Despite all the pills and methods he’s tried, he still lies awake, haunted by the knowledge that you are inside him—coursing through his veins, etched into his mind, and impossible to escape.

Lying in his bed, the exhaustion slowly creeped under his skin, dragging his mind into a slumber he had seeked for months. He didn’t know how long he slept, one hour or one minute. But he feels it.

Jake jolted awake, heart pounding in his chest. The sensation of a thousand phantom claws raking down his spine yanked him from the fleeting edges of his sleep. For a moment, he couldn’t tell if it was the remnants of another nightmare or something far worse.

Then he saw you.

Perched in the shadowed corner of his room, barely more than a silhouette against the faint light slipping through the cracked blinds. Your eyes glowed faintly, catching the dim glow of the moon, pinning him in place like a predator studying its prey.

A surge of raw panic shot through him. His breath caught, shallow and rapid, his gaze darting to his bedside table. He didn’t even remember reaching for the knife he kept there, but before he realized it, the blade was in his hand, trembling.

He lunged at you without thinking, the air between you both splitting with his yell. The knife slashed through the darkness, aiming for the pale, delicate line of your neck.

He almost didn’t see the way your eyes widened. Your back hits the wall behind you, the blade pressed against your neck.

“Is this how you thank me?” Your voice was low, rich, and laced with something that made Jake’s grip tighten on the hilt of the knife.

“Get out,” he hissed, chest heaving.

“You’d be dead without me,” you said softly, licking your lips. The room seemed to shrink with every second that passed, the air thickening. “I saved you. You owe me.”

Your words coiled around his brain like a trap, but Heeseung shook his head violently, desperation fueling his resolve. “I don’t owe you anything. You fucking cursed me.”

Your  dark eyes lock onto his. Your gaze was steady, unnervingly calm against the storm roaring in his chest.

“No, Jake,” you whispered, her voice a velvet dagger. “I gave you something no one else could. Life. And now, it’s mine.”

Living a lonely life would drive anyone mad. 

You had learned this firsthand, watching the years unravel like an endless thread, with no one to share the weight of time. When you first gained immortality, you believed it would make you untouchable, something greater than human. But immortality wasn’t greatness—it was isolation, a heavy blanket that smothered warmth and connection, leaving you cold and craving.

People chased it—immortality—through prayers, potions, and whispered promises to ancient forces. They romanticized the idea of forever, the chance to escape death's grasp. Yet they never considered the cost. They didn’t understand how it slowly ate away at you, leaving nothing behind but echoes of what you once were.

For you, immortality has become a prison without bars. And in Jake, you saw the only key to breaking its monotony, the only light in an existence shrouded in shadow.

You could have let him go. Should have let him go.

Instead, you chose to keep him.

The memory of that night lingered in your mind, a constant reminder of the line you had crossed. He was fragile, his life slipping through your fingers like water as you held him. The snow around you was painted red, and his breath came in shallow gasps. You knew then you couldn’t let him go.

You told yourself it was to save him, that you couldn’t bear to watch him die. But deep down, you knew the truth. You didn’t want to lose him. You couldn’t bear the thought of spending eternity alone, knowing you’d tasted something as vibrant and fleeting as his life.

The choice hadn’t been easy, but it had been selfish. You could admit that now, even as you watched him struggle with the consequences of what you’d done. Jake wasn’t ready for this life—or lack of it. You could see it in the way he flinched at his reflection, in the way he recoiled from you as if your touch was poison.

The thought of having another person to share this curse was a mere fantasy you’ve held onto for too long, you’ve looked for men and women capable of sustaining the weight of an immortal life but to no avail. You knew it was selfish, that it would mean taking away their right to live a fulfilling life and their right to sleep in the hands of death eventually. 

But you couldn't.

You couldn't watch such a man die, not him. 

His pulse thundered, the knife trembling in his grip as he lifted it again. Your lips curled into the faintest smirk, sharp teeth glinting. You didn’t move to stop him, didn’t so much as blink.

The silence stretched between them, electric and suffocating.

“Go ahead, kill me,” You taunt him, the anger in his face turning into confusion. “I won’t be as much of a fighter though, I haven't had a single drop of blood in months.”

He scoffs, “You must regret you didn’t kill me that night, huh?”

You shook your head and liked your lips.

“I might do that tonight if you let me again,” You tease. “You were so sweet, letting me kiss away your tears while I devoured you.”

Jake drops the knife to wrap his hand around your neck, the action makes you whimper under your breath but a wicked smile grows in your face. 

“So mean…” You pout.

“Shut up!” Grabbing your arm, Jake lifts you up with one swift motion that almost makes you lose your balance, he sits you on the end of his bed and points the knife to your direction again. His hand was trembling but you could tell he was stronger than the night you first met. He looked like a sin like that, white button shirt open and disheveled hair, red cheeks heating up as you trail your eyes down to his abdomen and toned legs covered by black leather pants. The thin layer of sweat covering your skin made him look especially tasty, you want to lick top to bottom, taste his sweat skin and feel him under your nails. “Don’t fucking look at me.”

The knife was pressed against your forehead and you almost don’t see the way he falters when you look up at him. You let yourself fall back on the bed, sighing as he gets on top of you.

“Kill me,” You tell him. “End your torment right now and kill me.” You must’ve known, you had to know. How Jake spent all these months feeling you under his skin, the mere thought of you making him shiver as he fought the need to go into the forest again and look for you. Look for the thing that almost killed him. “But I will still be inside you, Jake. In your brain, in your veins, in the very essence of you. Forever.”

“You didn’t have the right,” He said, his voice raw, trembling with anger.

He wasn’t wrong.

But he didn’t understand. How could he? He didn’t feel the crushing weight of centuries spent watching everything around you wither and fade. He didn’t know what it was like to lose everyone and everything, over and over again, until there was no one left to mourn you.

You’d been selfish, yes. But it wasn’t madness that had driven you to it. It was love, the kind that consumed you, the kind that demanded sacrifice. You had given up so much for Jake already. Was it truly wrong to ask for something in return?

Even now, as he hated you for what you’d done, you felt the smallest flicker of hope. He was still here, still alive—or whatever version of life you’d gifted him. He would come to understand. In time, he would see that eternity didn’t have to be a curse, not when you faced it together.

But in the silence of your own mind, the guilt gnawed at you. Would he forgive you? Would he ever accept this new life, this bond you’d forced upon him? Or had you simply traded one kind of loneliness for another, dragging him into a darkness he would never escape?

You didn’t have answers. All you had was the certainty of his presence, his anger, his pain. He was here, and he was yours.

“We can have a good life together, Jake,” You say, feeling the blade pressed against your neck. “We will never be alone again.” Your hands carefully find his arms, sliding up his shoulders to his neck as you pull him closer to you. Lips barely brushing, sharing the same air that you both breathe as he pants from adrenaline. “I’ll be yours for eternity, though winter and summer.” Your fingers caress his cheek lovingly, watching as his eyes darken with the possibility of claiming your heart and body forever. “And you’ll be mine ‘till the world ends and even after.”

He crashed his lips into yours with desperation, much different than the first time you both kissed. Your hands quickly find his belt, unbuckling it hastily as he slips down his pants. There’s no gentleness in the way he pulls you to him, spreading your legs and placing himself in between them. He wastes no time with your clothes, ripping open your dress with his bare hands and burying his nose in the crook of your neck. His lips are desperately kissing the perfect skin of your body, tracing it down to your breasts and wrapping it around your nipple. You dug your nails into his biceps as he bites it softly, dragging his kisses to your belly and gripping the soft flesh of your hips with his strong hands.

It was primal, the way he didn’t care about anything other than savouring each part of your body. Your underwear quickly turns to shreds in his hands, finally finding the sweet pulsing part of you. You swore you could melt when he placed a gentle kiss to your pussy before sucking your clit, his tongue giving it enough pressure to drive you crazy. He uses his fingers to spread your labia and massage your clit slowly but firmly.

“J-Jake, please…” You bite on your hand to keep you from screaming, rolling your hips and rubbing your messy cunt against his face. 

“You’re so pretty begging for me,” He comments, all his attention concentrated on the way you clench around nothing as he coats his fingers with your juices and puts them inside his mouth, humming in pleasure. 

He looked otherworldly. His sweat-drenched skin glistened under the pale moonlight, every silvery beam accentuating the sheen that clung to him like liquid glass. Beads of sweat traced the contours of his body, highlighting the sharp lines and smooth planes with a near-unholy clarity. His chest rose and fell, flushed crimson from a mix of adrenaline and desire, making Jake look as though he had stepped straight out of your most forbidden fantasies.

He brushes his hair back with his hand before getting up on his knees, slipping his underwear down his toned thighs. You wanted to take him in your mouth desperately, to suck the pink tip and lick all over his length until he begged for release. He smirks when he notices your gaze, pulling you to him and wrapping his hand around his cock, lining it with your cunt, slowly rubbing it up and down your labia and coating the head with your creamy arousal.

Nothing is said when he presses the tip of his cock against you, opening you deliciously slow and torturing. The tight fit would be enough to make him see stars as he pushes it to the hilt, shushing your whimpers of pain with gentle kisses to your temple, appreciating the way you cling to him and cry out his name.

“Jake,” You whine, closing your eyes and allowing him to bite down on the skin of shoulder skin hard enough to leave a mark. “Fuck…”

It stings, everything hurts and everything tastes so sickly sweet. Jake can’t stop himself from pounding into your cunt harder each time you call out his name, almost as if he needs to break you just like you broke him. Your hands find the way to his hair and you pull him for another kiss, biting down on his bottom lip and enjoying the way he groans. It was a game of predator and prey, while Jake fucked you against the mattress with all the strength he had he also held you with care, kissing and worthshipping every part of your body with his lips and hands. He wanted nothing else but to bury himself so deep inside you to the point your scent would stick into his skin for the rest of his days. 

You fluttered and tightened around him, his lips finding your sensitive nipple, tongue lavishly licking it provokingly. He tensed as you dug your nails in the skin of his back, his whimper against your neck causing you to clench tightly around his cock, as it only made him thrust into you with more viciousness. 

“So fucking tight,” Jake mumbles, supporting himself on his knees to look at your sprawled body on the mattress. The scene in front of him would be enough to send him to the pits of hell. He’s balls deep inside a demon, a creature that had killed dozens of people, his people. Still, he can’t help himself. You welcome two of his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them lovingly and staring at him like you’ve known him for centuries. Jake looks down at where you two are connected, lazily tapping your clit with his thumb and smirking at how you react with a broken moan. “You’re not so tough now that your greedy cunt is stuffed with my cock, huh?”

You didn't have time to give him another one of snarky remarks, he manhandles you quickly, pushing your legs to your chest and holding you down with firm hands, drinking the image of your pussy swallowing his length. 

“Please, Jake…” You bite your lip, grabbing the back of your thighs to look down at your abused cunt. “Fuck me, please!”

“You don’t make the rules anymore, sweetheart.” 

The first thrust almost knocks the air out of you, it sends shivers down your spine as your body heats up at the impossible stretch of his cock inside your walls. It’s a sweet agony. Feeling him so full inside of you and still wanting more, grabbing his arms and touching him like you desperately need his touch to keep you grounded, to keep you sane. Your arousal drips down your butt and pools in between your thighs, but you need more.

With one swift motion, you’re on top of him, straddling his hips and bouncing on his lap. Your hands caressed his chest and abdomen, lightly scratching his perfect skin and leaving red marks on it. Sitting up, Jake wraps an arm around your waist and kisses you passionately, one hand holding your face gently. 

“Bite me,” He says, earning a moan from you. “Drink my blood and fuckin’ cum on my cock.”

And you can’t deny such a sweet plea. Jake doesn’t groan from pain when you bite him for the second time, his fingers dipping in the soft flesh of your waist as he cums inside you, feeling your velvety walls fluttering around. The kiss you leave on his bite mark is gentle, just like the way he places you softly on the bed to kiss you again, tasting his blood in your lips.

[scribblers-shadowlands-arc]

Naga tboy who despite effects of T feels cold cause being cold blooded in winter sucks.

Your movie night immediately turns into cuddle session with him wrapping his tail in coils around your legs. Pants are off of course, skin on skin contact warms you up better. The rest of him melt into puddle around you. He insufferably adorable being wrapped around you like this.

T made him hella needy though. It not long before you feel him starting to grind against your ass, with a tip of his tail itching closer and closer to band of your panties risking to brush over your girlcock. He whiness into your ear, hands wondering over your body but not too far yet.

You giggle, grab his hands and guide them under your crop top then give 'em a squeeze. All hell let loose after that.

He knows you love to do it while high, so he bites you and the sweet warmth of his venom spreads through your body. Panties are gone and he stroking you with his tail. His tongue halfway down your throat already and tits definitely gonna be all in bruises next day. Then venom hits for real.

It already was hard to breath. Now your lungs was on fire with lust. You try to twist to fully face him, but coils are holding you in places way to strong

After attempt he wraps himself tighter around you and push you into matress, face down, ass up. His stroking drive you crazy and you start rut into tip of his tail wrapped around you. You fill his chest against your back, his teeth nibbling your neck make it tingling. With each passing moment strength leaving you, body grows hotter, now you one who whines and pleads.

He didn't tease you for much longer. Hearing enough of begging he work his coils to turn you around. Drunk on his venom is hard to focus but glint of his scales, his unblinking eyes, bratty grin make everything worse. Out of his cloaca two swollen tdick picked out, twitching a bit. Seeing them you moaned and bucked your hips.

He push you down even more, completely removing your ability to move. At this point you may as well be his toy. Then he eagerly press himself against you and started to grind.

You moan and whimp and try to struggle to get out of his grasp and on top of him, but venom made you weak and it's not like you can fight against naga three times your weight and size.

You at his mercy and now his mercy ment throting to edge you for how long HE wants. Thankfully it wasn't that long, he got you close couple of times and denied you, but eventually he let you cum. It made things worse though.

Now, when you were so much more sensitive he let you slide in. He bottomed out and relaxed his coils, and just sat on top of you, loming forward, pinning your hands above your head, carresing your cheek with tip of his tail.

Your girlcock twitching inside him, you couldn't take it any longer and started to move, thrusting up, slow, sluggish, so adorably pathetic. He met your attempts with his grinding, groaning in return, baring his fangs, hissing when he hit just right spot.

It took some work for you to get close a second time. He didn't edged you though, and just let you cum.

Then with you still inside he wrapped himself around you again and laid on top like a blanket, showering you in kisses. Soon he rolled you both to the side so you could fall asleep.

Morning meet you with the worst hangover ever and him apologizing for messing up amount of bites

[siriusblackdevotee]

Sirius + forced Jegulus break up

...I want Sirius walking in on Jegulus and then forces them to break up, without realizing it was a break up because he thought they were just friends with benefits.

Like, he knows Regulus, he knows James and he knows his own platonic feelings for James. He just knew that eventually Regulus would see why Sirius was so attached to James. They were two peas in a pod in that craving-for-affection department.

And if they were fucking, he just knew Regulus would eventually fall for James.

It would be great for both of his brothers to actually date (...what a sentence), he'd actually prefer that and thought they'd be a match made in beaven. But unfortunately, last he checked, James was not interested in Regulus or anyone for that matter. He would have told him otherwise, right?

So it was going to end horribly on Regulus's end so by that logic, he forced them to end it. He didn't think he did anything wrong, in fact he pats himself on the back as he basically prevented his brother's future heartbreak.

He would say something like "he's not good for you/you're not good for him/I just know this wouldn't end well." He'd be very evasive or vague about it because obviously, he can't say "my brother might fall for you/you might fall for James"

But then it'd also be said in a way that... to James and Regulus, who thinks Sirius knows about their relationship now, he has no hope for them?? Does not trust them?? Does not believe in them?? Or doesn't like them for the other?? Or does not like them??

Basically they hear "You aren't good for each other." And it like, fucks them up because it's coming from Sirius. He matters to both of them immensely and by extension, his opinion.

Regulus thinks Sirius is disapproving him for James. Can't be James because James is the embodiment of the sun and he can't be bad for anyone so it must be him.

It's him that's incompatible and could somehow hurt James in the future and that's one of his already existing biggest fears or that he wouldn't be good enough for James which is his insecurity. So Sirius saying that further solidifies it??

Whereas James obviously doesn't think that because he personally knows Sirius would never think of his brother that way and he knows Sirius physically can't think of the worst of himself.

So to him Sirius' disapproval meant it was about their relationship. He didn't want them dating and if James didn't have Sirius's approval, he can't be with Regulus at all. No going behind Sirius' back either because the guilt was far too much to handle compared to the pleasure of being in Regulus' company.

So they...break up and Sirius is happy that they stop fucking!! He stays oblivious to the hurt and chaos he caused!!

When he notices Regulus Not Doing Well, he just brushes it off as him being upset he couldn't have James or that he was already slightly falling for James and wishes he could be closer.

He only realizes he may have fucked up when James, who should not be in love with his brother, is no longer his usual sunshine self.

Not really relevant to this...drabble thing but on the side wolfstar? Remus who knew about Jegulus for a while and even helped hide it from Sirius?

The couple were still new and figuring things out, wasn't sure if they'd work out and needed privacy, adding Sirius to the mix would just add more pressure and they didn't want that.

Remus didn't like hiding things from Sirius but he also loves James and Regulus so the deal was Jegulus immediately come clean once they see that the relationship was indeed going somewhere.

And yeah he thought once Jegulus revealed their relationship, there would be some dramatic rejection-but-not-actually-rejection speech from Sirius but he thought Sirius would be overjoyed for them once he calmed down.

So he'd be completely blindsided when he hears that not only did Sirius find out but he also completely forbid them from seeing each other like that.

He's like?? Yo?? That's not my boyfriend?? Did I miscalculate??

Okay well I haven't day dreamed this far into my...daydream. so Remus tries to understand Sirius and is shocked by his flippant "ehh, they'll get over it" attitude. Maybe they fight because Remus cares about James, and he can't believe Sirius would do something like that???

And he tries convincing Sirius too but Sirius isn't hearing any of it.

It's only when Sirius comes to talk to Remus about James' sad energy that they both realize the misunderstanding. Then Sirius fixes his mistake and happy ending!!

I have more regulus angst to add to this but I'm tired now, so the yappathon ends here

[suksatoru]

" 'cause I don't want to be in love with another, even in another life."

Keigo loved you as Icarus loved the sun—too close, too much.

The story of Icarus is a greek myth. One where Icarus made his own wings and was warned of the impending dangers of the sun. He ignored them and flew near it anyway—burning his wings before falling to his death.

hawks x reader & slight dabi x reader

warning; this may be the best piece of fiction i have ever written

Keigo didn't know where exactly he was walking to.

All he knew was that he was on break. As a boy who had just freshly turned sixteen, he was working full time to become one of the greatest hero's to live. It was his dream, one he would work hard to fulfill no matter what it took

He's walking through an unfamiliar neighborhood. It was...a lot like the one he grew up in when he was younger. While this one didn't seem necessarily dangerous, the run down houses and poorly taken care of lawns indicated this wasn't a wealthy area like the ones he was slowly beginning to become accustomed to with his new lifestyle.

But there are children running and playing around, adults sitting on their porches and chatting as they smoke. It was different than what he once knew. He wonders if maybe his old neighborhood is like this now—more open. More free, where people could roam the streets without fear

He almost didn't hear you at first. His steps were optimistic and a little quicker than they usually were as he walked down the sidewalk. He lifted one of his wings to cover his gaze from the relentless sun that beat down on Japan. He almost passed the small sound he heard as an animal scurrying by, but he heard it again—a quiet whimper that suddenly sounded a lot more human.

His footsteps slow in front of the dark alley, and he carefully side steps to enter it. He sees you almost immediately, with your knees pulled to your chest, fingers tugging harshly at the strands of your matted hair as you held your head in your hands

"Hey," He quickly said, kneeling down onto the dirty ground completely as he sits beside you. His eyes are worried as his heart beats faster at your state. What happened to you to have you sitting outside and all alone like this? You couldn't be older than him, maybe you were younger—he decides you're the same age as him when your wide eyes meet his. The look on your face was similar to an animal that had been kicked down too many times, and you instantly push your feet in front of you and backed yourself into the brick wall behind you when you heard his voice

You're almost embarrassed to meet his gaze. I mean, a boy your age was crouching down in front of you during the absolute worst time possible and looking at you with a boyish grin that was too kind for your heart to take. He was dressed in odd clothes you've never seen before, majestic red wings twitching in anticipation behind him as he looks at you with gentle eyes—a striking hue of gold that captivated you in an instant

"Who are you?"

Your voice comes out rougher than you intended it to, strained and hoarse from crying too much as your fingers press into the concrete beneath you. You know you're a mess right now—eyes red and cheeks puffy, clothes tattered and blood smearing your arms from being hit too many times. But Keigo doesn't look at you with any less kindness than he would to a bunny

"I'm Hawks! A hero in training, who's here to save people just like yourself," He smiles, moving to sit beside you as rests his strong back against the wall. His frame was a lot larger than yours and you stiffen beside him, a rare form of envy forming in your stomach as you realize this well put together boy sitting beside you probably got three meals a day judging by the size of his muscles and happy grin—he was far too cheerful for you right now, and you simply didn't have the energy or strength to deal with it

"Please leave me alone." You mumble quietly, discreetly wiping your previous tears with your knuckle. He's quiet for a moment, before he starts speaking again, quieter this time

"It's okay. I know it's bad right now—but I can help. Tell me, dont'cha think these wings can fight off whatever’s hurting you?" He huffs, standing up suddenly to his full height as he spreads his wings out behind him—a show of power. You can see his pearly white teeth poke through his charming smile, and he holds his arms out as he looks down at you

You let out a huff of laughter unlike yourself, your lips forming a wobbly smile as you slowly nod your head

"Unfortunately there's nothing you can really do to help me. I'm...kinda hopeless."

He smiles at your words. A feeling of trepidation prickles at your skin hotly as you prepare to be made fun of. You can already imagine what his taunting laugh would sound like when you suddenly feel a heavy wing wrap around your frail shoulders as he pulls you in for a hug, sitting back beside you on the ground

Your shoulder bumps against his as he pulls you into his side, and Keigo's smile falters when he sees how alarmed you are by the simple gesture. He loosens his hold on you just the slightest bit before sending you an apologetic smile

"You know, the only way out of hard times is through them. Trust me. Why don't you get up and come with me?" He smiles, and the sight of it takes your breath away

The sun was setting over your neighborhood. You had no one who loved you to go back to, no one who would care if you were gone forever

But here, six pm on what had begun as any other day, came your savior. A boy with a smile as golden as his eyes. He was devastatingly beautiful—and he reminded you quite a bit of an angel. He looked and behaved just like one, and you realize he was one.

Keigo watches your hands play with the broken fabric of your sleeve as you stare into his eyes. Your hand twitches as you reach it out towards him, before ultimately curling into a fist as you place it in your lap

He can see the hesitation in your eyes. You had just realized how dirty your hands were, calloused from going unloved and dirty from digging your fingers into the dirt mere hours earlier when you were crying

He uncurls your fist, intertwining his fingers with yours before squeezing gently—his fingers tainted in a quick instant as he grins

He had a really boyish smile. And full cheeks, ones that were like apples whenever he smiled. You squeeze his hand back as he tugs you up to stand

The sun is setting in the horizon, catching his eyes and wisps of beautiful blonde hair in its rays as he walks with you, hand in hand.

You will forever remember the following years of your life with Keigo, the boy who had taken care of you when the world had turned their back

The Hero Public Safety Commission. That was the organization Keigo worked for. You entered the facility with him, gawked at by all the employees who worked there. The walk across the building began as a long one with all the stares you were receiving, but Keigo wrapped a single wing around you to hide you from their gaze

In a matter of months you were implemented into the same program as him. Side by side, you and Keigo became friends.

You've never had a friend, and neither had he. You were slowly introduced and implemented into a new society, one that shined brighter and warmer than the darkness you had grown up in

Keigo was a beacon of hope for you. Slowly, the two of you became a tangible thing. One never caught without the other. From training together to getting your licenses, you slowly built a new life for yourself with him.

The past was slowly being forgotten. The dark times you'd spent cowering under your own parents disappearing as they slowly wasted away—just like all you had ever known.

Keigo made you forget those things. He brought you closer and closer to his heart—allowing you to understand and see what love was like. You unknowingly had done the same for him, teaching Keigo Takami the gentleness of true love.

But you didn't have time actively pursue a relationship with him. While the words were unspoken, the love between the two of you was strong and braided into your very being

"Y/n."

Keigo lays a casual arm around your shoulder, peering around before pressing a sloppy kiss onto your cheek that has you leaning away from him with a groan. Now freshly eighteen, Keigo had grown into an adult. His younger features remained, but they were sharper now. He had grown taller and packed impressive muscle over the years, growing into an admirable hero.

"Gross. Lay off, birdie." You muse, tilting away from him with a heartfelt smile as he laughs loudly

You had grown up too. Your first few days with Keigo were nothing but eye opening. Suddenly, you had a warm meal placed in front of you and someone to share it with. He made sure you went to bed every night with a full stomach, helping you grow into your figure and get stronger

As an emerging hero, you were right behind Keigo, forever holding his hand as he paved a path for the two of you with nothing but determination in those beautiful eyes of his

"We got a mission to go on. Think you're ready for this one? We gotta take down a reallll bad villain." He teases, removing his arm from your shoulder as he slides into the seat across from you. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, and you try and avert your eyes from the way his muscles flexed under his compression tee

"When have I ever chickened out of a mission? Are you ready, Hawks?"

Keigo likes it when you say his hero name like that. It rolls off your tongue nicely, stirring something deep within him with joy

"Born ready. Now come on, we can hit the movies after this mission if we finish early!"

You smile, unknowing of what fate had in store for you and him

The two of you are transported throughout Japan on the usual camouflaged vehicle, going to the villain's reported hideout as you look over his records and files in your hands. Apparently, this villain was one who'd been stealing medicine from all sorts of hospital facilities and wreaking havoc in his trail as he did—reports showed he may plan on reselling them for outrageous prices abroad.

After reviewing the geography of the area, the van rolls to a stop, giving you and Keigo your signal to get out and begin

Breaking in was easier than you thought it would be, but the building was far bigger than you'd anticipated. It would take hours to go through each room and collect the necessary evidence

"All right then, let's split up." Keigo proposes, tightening his grip on the small walkie talkie attached to his hip as you turn to him in surprise

"Split up? But..isn't that a little risky for a mission like this?" You question, hoping he doesn't catch the hesitation in your voice as you utter the words

He looks up. He'd caught the shift in your voice and understood how you felt immediately—he always did.

"Usually yeah, but I got a good feeling about today! Plus, I wanna finish this quickly so I can take us somewhere nice after the movies..." He says, trailing off with a soft grin as he suddenly hooks his finger in the loop of your jeans—pulling you closer to him.

The action has your breath hitching in your throat before you see his hands quickly move to your walkie talkie, working on changing the settings so the SOS button was more accessible. You take a quick and steadying breath before letting out a huff, grumbling profanities under your breath and going on about how he scared you as he laughs

He lets go of your waist once he's all done, looking around the dusty room with attentive eyes

"I'd send one of my feathers with you so I know where you are, but I don't want it to catch unnecessary attention. That's why I tweaked our walkies a bit. You take the left wing and I'll take the right one, so we meet in the middle. Think you can do that, Y/n?" He smirks as you roll your shoulders, sending back an equally amused grin.

"Let's see who gets to the middle first." You say, and his eyes light up at the sound of your challenge

"It's on! Loser does the paperwork summary of the mission!" He yells over his shoulder as his wings flap above you, with one last grin—he flies down the hall and turns towards the right wing with immeasurable speed

You take off the moment after he does, skidding to a stop in front of every door you came across before efficiently checking through them for evidence or trace of the villain

Your mission's main objective was catching the villain—as for all the medicines he'd stolen, they'd be collected by the higher ups soon after.

Most of the rooms were empty. Mainly filled with sparse bookshelves coated with dust as you checked for slots in the walls or anywhere something may be hidden. You wonder if Keigo's found anything before you see a dim light coming from one of the rooms down the hall

Your footsteps are stealthy and silent as you slowly approach the room with caution, your hand held out and ready to activate your quirk at any given moment

A shift of movement from inside confirms your suspicions, and you immediately corner the threat, shoving them hard and driving their back into the wall of the small room

A man that must've been in his mid forties stares at you slack jawed, eyes blown out in terror as a small grunt leaves his throat from where your knee was pushing into his stomach

"Don't move. Stay still so I can take the necessary procedures to take you into custody, sir." You say cooly

This man was keeping hundred of patients from receiving the medicine and care they deserved. The thought flared a spark of anger in you—you were young, just eighteen and filled with a lot of emotion. That's the only reason you pushed your knee further into him as a small, strangled sound leaves his throat

No. Not his throat, from behind you.

Someone else was here.

Your grip on him loosens as you whip around, a scowl on your face for you own stupidness for not confirming how many people you could come across

A small girl lays on a dinky hospital bed, her eyes angry as she glares at you. She couldn't be much older than five, but the look on her face has you loosening your grip on what you'd soon learn is her father

The truth of the situation dawns on you as you look between the father-daughter duo. Multiple IV's and lines were hooked up to her, and her heart rate monitor began to beep rapidly

"Let him go! Let my papa go!"

She's crying, her little chest unable to deal with her racking sobs as your eyes soften

"It's ok, I'm just—"

She suddenly lets out a wail, and you realize the man under you has started crying as well when you feel something wet on your palm. His chest is shuddering from his quiet and pained cries, and you kneel beside him with your heart beating erratically

You weren't taught to deal with this. You were trained how to fight if a villain has murderous intent, you were trained to deal with villains who had long range weapons—but you were never trained for anything like this.

"P-Please stop crying." You whisper, not sure if you're directing it to the little girl or the father

There's shouting in the hallway, and the man stills under you at the menacing sound as the little girl freezes, her small frame shaking with terror as she continued mumbling her father's name over and over again

What was the Commission doing here? They shouldn't be here—this was a mission for only Keigo and you. They enter with large guns, and suddenly the girl is wailing all over again as one of them rams the end of their weapon into the back of her father

You yelp, kicking the Commission worker away hard as you quickly catch the girl's father

"He surrendered! He surrendered, stop it!"

The man looks at you through his mask in confusion before Hawk's suddenly bursts into the small room—his eyes quickly locating you as a relieved sigh leaves his lips

He strides across the room an encases you in a tight hug, before pulling back and looking all over your body for any signs of injuries

"Are you all right? No injuries? No—"

"Did you call them?" You speak, baffled and bewildered as he nods

"You didn't your answer your walkie–dammit I called you eight times, Y/n!"

You still at the memory of you turning down its volume when you were approaching the room. You had meant to turn it back on once you'd gotten the threat under control, but....

"I'm...I'm sorry." You speak, but your apology doesn't sound sincere at all. Your eyes are wide and distracted as they haul the limp man out of the room. The little girl cries softly now as one of the men carefully bring her out too

Keigo pays no attention to either of them—his gaze focused solely on you and beyond worried

"You can't turn it off like that. I thought—I thought—"

He wraps you in a sudden hug, the sound of the workers exiting the room swiftly leaving the two of you standing in silence

Slowly, his breathing evens out as you wrap your arms around him loosely, before tightening them

"He was stealing medicine for his daughter. She was sick, Kei." You whisper, and Keigo knows your mind is scattered when you mistakingly utter his real name

He sighs, cradling your face in his large palms

"Look at me."

You do. But your mind can't help but think of the little girl's sickly state. So much like yours when you were younger. She was pale and too skinny. And something shifts in your gaze as Keigo holds you

"He still stole. It was wrong, but...I understand you're upset. You need to understand he put hundred of other people's lives at risk. That's not ok." He mumbles, gliding his thumb over your cheek as you lean into his touch

"I..."

He shakes his head, knowing you weren't ready to talk as he takes your hand and squeezes it reassuringly

"We'll talk about this later, all right?"

You nod, thankful for the distraction

You never did get to have that talk with him. If only Keigo knew how much this mission would effect you. If only. He would cradle your face for hours and tell you to let it all out—but he didn't. He thought he was doing the right thing when he didn't push you to speak your thoughts

That day was the beginning of the end.

Keigo didn't know when he had begun to lose you. All he knew was that it started slow, growing over the years before the hand he used to hold was suddenly too far out of reach for him to grasp—

He watches the news play on the big TV screens as he stands in the middle of his agency, a crowd gathering around him to watch as well as they murmur their shock and disapproval

Your face was plastered among the League's, your eyes devoid of the light he had once lit as the words WANTED blare alarmingly on the bottom of the screen

It was just yesterday when he asked you out on a date for the first time

"I'm tired, Keigo."

He had been laying on the edge of your bed, his usual smile faltering as he gently squeezes your calf

"I know—that's why I want to take your mind off of everything! You know, we haven't been able to hang out much. I know you're busy with whatever you're doing, so...I thought it'd be good for us."

You've never wanted to kiss him so badly. He was out of his usual hero attire, laying at the foot of your bed with that same smile from all those years ago. Except this time, you don't take the hand he's offering you

"How about another time? I just...need to rest for a bit, ya'know?" You try smiling, and he quickly nods

"That's ok—I'll wait for you. Even if I'm an old, crippled man by the end of it." He jokes, standing up and pressing a quick kiss onto your forehead before he turns to leave

You want to tug him back, tell him everything on your mind and how you're unraveling right in front of him—but he gives you one last smile before closing the door

That was the night you met up with the notorious Dabi who promised to help you.

You had stared at the answer on your anonymous question with a sense of fulfillment taking place of the dread that was once in your chest. After posting the thread where you voiced your feelings on society and how stuck you were—a stranger offered you a role too good to not check out.

Imagine both you and Dabi's surprise when you'd first met.

He had bewitched you the same way Keigo—Hawks—had done all those years ago. Promising you a brighter future if you joined him to fight his cause

His piercing gaze softened a degree by the end of his meaningful conversation with you. Dabi had found someone worthy. A perfect addition to the League—just what he was looking for.

"I love you."

You'd never spoken the words to Keigo before. But with Dabi—your heart burned as bright as his flames. Maybe it would be reduced to ashes by the end of your time with him. But you didn't care.

Dabi's fingers pause from where they were trailing down your cheek, before he smashes his lips into yours

As the League became more and more well known, you and Dabi's romantic relationship did too.

It was true love for Dabi. But was it true love for you?

You weren't in the right headspace. But he didn't care. Dabi took advantage of it, making you solely his in the process. Consuming you and your noble thoughts the way smoke engulfed clean air

Some nights, you'd watch Keigo's recent interviews when you were alone. He'd lost his spark, the light in his eyes you loved to see so much.

You knew it was your fault. But the world was crumbling around you, and you couldn't bring yourself to fix it.

The Commission and Agency marked you up as their one and only failure. Maybe it wouldn't have happened if they hadn't killed the little girl's father after slamming him with criminal charge after charge.

If they had just listened.

Dabi listened to your mindless chatter all the time. Threading his rough palm through your hair as you told him how much you were growing to hate the world. Even when he made love to you, he whispered in your ear how he'd make a better world just for you. His initial plans of destroying it all had flourished into building something a new—like a phoenix rising from the ashes. All for you.

The war came quicker than you wanted it to.

You told yourself you were ready to face Keigo—to help AFO take down your best friend and everything you'd once known.

AFO never sensed any hesitation from you, nor did he sense any hatred. But on the battlefield, as he lifted Hawks into the air by his neck—something in the air shifted.

Hatred and fury like no other surged through it. And your attack came raining down on him like a gunship. No other hero was able to inflict the amount of damage you did, all because it was so unexpected and strong.

It was the sight of your Keigo about to get his wings taken away that awoke something inside of you you'd thought had been burned

You could see the intent in AFO's eyes—his lips curling into a malicious and disgusting grin as he gripped Hawk's throat and stared at his wings.

The same red wings that sixteen year old boy used to shield you.

You're able to get AFO down for about a minute, dread filling your stomach when the realization that he would kill you when he'd wake up hits you

Keigo is barely able to sit up, so weak and so bloodied but so in love, he croaks your name with a desperation like never before.

You're by his side in an instant, your wet tears washing away the dirt on your face as you cradle his face in your lap, kissing him all over softly and murmuring the word sorry over and over

Everything hurts. He wants to yell at you—tell you how you broke his heart when you left. Shattered his resolve and took the remnants of his kid self with you

But war was a tragic thing, and before he could tell you it was ok, or that he was sorry too, or even just that he loved you—

He was met with a hue of blood similar to the color of his wings being splattered all over him as All For One sunk one of Keigo's stray feathers into your back, effectively ending it all as Keigo watched the life drain from your eyes

Keigo Takami was never the same after that day.

[willowed-wisp]

it was just supposed to be drinks… [ soap | ghost ]

Johnny MacTavish x you, Simon Riley x you

It’s all fun and games hosting a party, but when two of 141 don’t show up and it’s just you, your husband Johnny and Simon Riley… things don’t go as planned.

You didn’t know how he got you to say yes. Could have been the fact his tongue was in between your legs as he asked, or you had blunt force trauma to the head after his long he’d been crashing you against the headboard.

But nevertheless you had agreed to host a drinks and board games night with his squad members (the most he was allowed to tell you). You had social anxiety and are very selfish conscious, why it was your worst nightmare but if he made your broad, rash and rough Scotsman happy- you had an obligation. And you were in the comfort of your own home.

You picked out something pretty to wear- nothing too flashy.

Much to your husband’s disappointment, two members hadn’t been able to make it… so it was just you, Johnny and this guy in a balaclava and a sexy voice.

You and Ghost hit it off immediately, roasting Johnny and speaking about rock music as a conversation topic as you were stuck on how foreboding he looked. Then again, something about him made your body feel electric. Maybe it was the tattoos or the military rank.

The night dragged on, you and your vodka turning into you and your wine. It was like floating on a millpond, giggling- causing your significant other to follow suit. Ending up in his lap, beside Simon. Pecking Johnny on the lips before turning to those dark eyes- a desire raged… “Johnny do I get my free pass now?” He clocked onto what you were thinking- your tongue licking against your bottom lip- teeth scraping at it trying to hide the moan from grinding against his blue jeans. Thinking about those brown eyes staring you down.

Your man nodded, lust dripped from that lopsided grin. “Y’ alright with that, Lt. ?” A finger ran across Simon’s broad chest; his physique aching all over as your leg crossed his lap- before you settled into it.

He sucked in a laboured huff, “I s’ppose so…” There you were, able to feel a growing hardness in Simon’s jeans. Him relishing in the plumpness of your thighs. The warmth of your core- feeling everything because of the lack of a gusset. “Naughty one you’ve got ‘ere, Johnny…” Revealing your ass, garter straps anchoring your stockings over the flesh of your thighs. Finger touching along your folds, “Crotchless…” His fabric gloves left static along your skin, pinging the straps.

A set of tanned hands joining in the grabbing, “Sweetheart, are you okay with all this?” His wide eyes, looking worried about you. When you were the one who crawled into Simon Riley’s lap. The pink of your lips swollen- Johnny giving your lip a graze with his front teeth. All the while Simon ground against your centre, hands all over your body.

Simon was more gentle than you thought he would be, your skin tingled and you left a wet patch on his lap. Your husband behind you- caressing your covered breasts… leaving trails of purple down your neck. Everything about these men was hard, chiselled and rugged. You couldn’t get enough.

Johnny raised the dress above your head, Simon assisting. About to ravage your breasts, “Nuh-uh, the mask comes off, Simon…” Johnny winced at your words, that was his superior.

But all Simon did was chuckle, “Wanna take it off yourself, love?” It was difficult, but you managed. A scar on his lip, passed his nose and uncovering brown hair. A single finger- his index - drew your chin closer towards him before claiming your lips. He didn’t even realise you had unbuckled his belt until your hand palmed his cock under his boxers. Simon was big- not thicker than Johnny but… fuck, you needed it inside of you and you hadn’t even seen it yet.

Pressure on your stomach as robust arms thrust you backwards against that all too familiar chest, a hand at the base of your back- arching you forward, “I’ve got y’ first, sweetheart…” No need to work your underwear down, you heard his zipper. Teasing you with the tip, running it up and down your heat. “You should see how wet she is, Lt.” Your husband mused to the man rubbing the tented fabric between his legs.

“I know, my jeans are soaked…” Simon was like shadows while Johnny was like the Sun… even in the way sex looked on them. Simon’s eyes were hooded and frenzied… like the shivers sprinting down your body.

You should have gotten used to the way he splits you open, but your pussy could never seem to adjust to such a brute inside of it. “Oh my, god…” Eyes rolling back, you were coming there and then. Johnny was lucky he didn’t lose his cool at that.

You saw how Simon’s cock bounced against his clothes stomach, looking you dead in the eyes as he stood up. “Got somethin’ for you to such on, lovie…” But that’s when his pace picked up behind you… fingers a vice at your hips. Flesh on flesh… how red were your thighs? You didn’t care, numb all over- clawing at something. Johnny’s name moaned like a fucking prayer, muffled screams. Mouth vibrating around Simon’s length. “You feel like Heaven. Keep her moaning’, Sergeant,” the military talk making you even wetter and mouth gaped. Mumbling in tongue neither could translate but Simon counted his blessings… it had been so long since he had touched a woman let alone had his cock down their throat.

You tasted the saltiness and felt him twitch, his hands in your hair. Pulling you all the way on it. Releasing with a pop. Though when you looked down, he was still hard as rock. Without a second thought, you swallowed being guided onto his lips before thoughts bubbled. Teeth clashed, Johnny’s hips waved sporadically. “You’re up, Lt.”

“Johnny you didn’t finish- ,”

“We’re only finishin’ the other end,” if you’d known any better they had planned this out before hand… then it hit you.

Unable to sway away from the giants stood beside you, “You both planned this out, didn’t you?” Simon’s gloves came off as you spoke, intent swept his demeanour.

“Lovie…” pulling you against him, Johnny at your front, “You’ve got no idea…”

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[mirensiart]

Sorry if this has already been asked. I get only an hour of free time a day right now. I like your art a lot! But I had a question about the Linked pain story... do any of the Link's have a sensitivity to certain types of pain? For example, I can handle a lot of blunt pain like sore muscles and bruses and such but have a low tolerance for sharp pain like cuts or that sharp pain you can get when you run too far.

My sister is the opposite. She crys all the time about little bruses or soar feet but cut her hand pretty bad (I'll spare the details) and just wrapped it in a towl and kept going like it was nothing. Are any of the boys like that? Like: "I'd rather take a sword over a moblen club." or vice versa?

Thank you for creating such adorable art! ^-^

Hey anon!

I haven't really gone into detail about this, like so far the only thing that's been established is that twilight has high physical pain tolerance and wind&four have low physical pain tolerance

But I suppose if I could divide the different type of tolerances then I can see it like

Wild having a high physical pain tolerance as well, maybe not as much as twilight, but like he comes completely undone and is defeated by stomachaches lol which he suffers a lot cause he keeps eating weird things lol also anything that has to do with his hair, hair pulling is his biggest weakness, that he can't tolerate lol

Hyrule is good with physical pain tolerance as well (he was pretty functional with a migraine in the last update), but magic exhaustion or magic related pains floor him. In this au, his healing magic spell is a self healing spell and thus when he uses it on someone else the magic hurts, hyrule does not bode well with that pain at all (but heals others anyway, as if that's gonna stop him) baby needs to lay down immediately after that though

Four has pretty low pain tolerance in general but the pain of burns or of being too close to fire doesn't bother him and he tolerates it quite well thanks to being a blacksmith!

Wars has a pretty good physical pain tolerance, but he's more used to sharp pain than blunt pain, like he won't really react to a cut but whines and complains a lot about body aches and sore muscles

Sky I feel is the same as Wars, sharp pain is ok, sore muscles and chest pain thanks to running out of stamina is not ok lol

Wind doesn't like any type of pain, but he tolerates burns really good, he has burned his hands countless of times with ropes while sailing, so he's used to them

Legend doesn't tolerate sharp pain at all, despite his veteran status and countless adventures cuts, stabbing, etc is a no no lol he can tolerate body aches, chronic pain, stomachaches, headaches and sore muscles really well though lol he has them A LOT

Time is somewhere in the middle, he is able to tolerate sharp pain pretty well and he is functional with a migraine or a stomachache and he fares pretty decently with his chronic pain, but transformation pains like the wolfie one is like The Worst Thing Ever to him lmao

Twilight is an outlier and shouldn't be counted, but the best way to describe him is that most physical things don't bother him, but one cute baby kitten being lost or one of the ordon kids saying something mean to him like say that he isn't Cool anymore is enough to break him lmao

I do believe they all hate needles, like the pain from stitches is hated universally here lol

[smileposting]

what are your feelings on inspekta being both a sympathetic character and a (now former) fascist?

WELL. first of all, i think it's Probably worth noting that even while GGG's representation of the conditions that can give rise to fascism are Uncannily accurate at times (as outlined in this very excellent post by elkian) it is Also a story in which the central message is "maybe talk to your friends instead of conspiracy-posting when you start to feel bad about yourself, dipshit," and therefore its representation of fascism/fascist thought As A Whole is very... how do i say this without sounding disparaging. "saturday morning cartoon"-esque. i think this is pretty apparent in how the worst that the bizzyboys' reign of terror ever gets is banning The Concept Of Art and not, like. genocide. the only Actual fatal threat (the rift) is saved for the very end, and inspekta/hector is talked down before it can actually cause any fatalities -- otherwise, inspekta and the bizzyboys would be very different antagonists that would require the narrative to treat them much more harshly, and this would result in a very different game overall (although not one i would be opposed to playing.)

second of all, i wanna talk more about the idea of GGG being less of a game about taking down a single power-hungry fascist and more an examination of the conditions that can eventually lead to fascism if left unchecked. for just one example, we can see that even before inspekta came into power (or at least, before he started his corruption arc) and even in a world where every god is genuinely kind and just and deserving of their position, it was generally The Norm to not really call them out To Their Face - any displeasure a character voices with a god's (apparent) decision is directed to each other and the godpoke, not to the god themselves, even when that god is perfectly open to visitors and/or feedback. and this is bad because despite the gods no longer being Physically human, they are still just as fallible - they have a tendency to jump to conclusions, they let their devotion to their interests or one another cloud their judgement, they struggle with showing vulnerability (which, ironically, makes them more vulnerable than they would be otherwise.) not only does the grove benefit from regular contact with the gods to make sure that their needs are being met -- it benefits the gods, too, by way of keeping them from getting lost in their own heads and losing touch with their own humanity.

i think it's also worth noting that the bizzyboys are not the only characters we see buying into fascist rhetoric, or at least stuff that benefits fascism in the long run. you could argue that anyone who bought into inspekta's framing of king in the first place also counts, given that to do so would probably Also require one to believe that the gods are infallible. it's also worth noting that a Lot of the more notable supporting characters who fall into this are also doing so out of a profound sense of alienation; saul can't remember the last time he talked to any of his friends and he thinks nobody takes him seriously, pollina's students don't sound like they're being taught much of anything about milldread's history and therefore they have very little to actually connect them to milldread, nobody likes rick brick and he has no interiority to speak of By Design, etc etc. all of these characters, however, are also treated with a fair amount of empathy - ol' bloom turns out to be Correct in believing that saul doesn't have what it takes to kill him and once the issue of the harvest is solved, he's welcomed back with open arms, pollina's students are like 8, and even rick brick's story ends with him beginning to realize that maybe it's okay if a story only appeals to its author and nobody else.

tl;dr: if ggg was even Slightly less cartoony than it actually is, this aspect of inspekta would come across as pretty jarring, but given the aspects of fascism that GGG chooses to focus on and how it treats smaller antagonists, i can't really imagine inspekta's story ending any other way. if i Did have any actual concerns, i'd say maybe it's that the bizzyboys being from the drain + the drain having such a negative connotation can get kinda dicey? something about the idea of fascism being an Evil Foreign Entity and not something that can just as easily start at home doesn’t sit quite right with me. but ofc a lot of emphasis is placed on the bizzyboys' humanity and potential to do good if not for inspekta's own Complexes getting the better of him (and even inspekta's own genuine capacity for leadership before that happened) so that's probably more of a potential bone to pick with fanwork, given how little exploration drain actually Gets in canon.

also i hope this doesn't Need to be said but just to be clear: i'm not trying to like, call out limbolane or Inspekta Himself, just examining what this aspect of his character was trying to Accomplish + how it relates to the game's themes and such. with that said i am very much still a novice when it comes to political analysis of media so if anybody more well-read than me wants to chime in, Please feel free to do so lol.

[akimoroll]

fridays are supposed to be fun but you were having one of the worst days of your life—you missed the bus this morning, coffee spilled on your newly purchased white blouse, sent the wrong file to your boss, got scolded because of it and the list could go on.

you were relieved when you finally set foot at home. a whole weekend of resting and catching up to your favorite ongoing shows awaits you. however, the universe isn't finished with you yet. you were in the middle of preparing dinner when you realized that you had forgotten to pick up an important ingredient on your way home.

nagumo appeared out of nowhere, you’re used to it by now. he was about to open his mouth to annoy you but stopped after seeing you on the verge of tears with your lips quivering.

so cute, he thought.

“who hurt my baby?” he cooed, pouting as an attempt to hide his sly grin.

he chuckled when you pouted back. he took you by the hand as he sat himself down on the couch, making you sit on his lap sideways, “tell me all about it.”

he watched your face while you passionately yap to your heart's content. his fingers gently moved through your hair as it trailed down your back, occasionally squeezing your waist while the other rested on the side of your thigh.

he gently tucked your hair to the side as he planted soft kisses on your neck and across your shoulders, humming against your skin, musing, “is that so?”

“aw, that’s too bad.”

“uh-oh, tell me more.”

“you poor thing.”

as you became increasingly ticklish, you fumbled your words.

“are you even listening?” you snapped at him.

he paused and leaned back, smirking as if he had accepted a challenge. he began listing off everything you just said in the same order while making silly impressions of you, “did i miss anything?”

one thing about him is he listens and it’s hella attractive.

feeling a bit better, you wrapped your arms around him as you softly murmured against his lips, “i missed you.”

“i missed you too,” he whispered in between kisses.

he swiftly maneuvered you to lay on the couch, causing you to squeal. you reprimanded him, “yoichi, i’m making dinner.”

“what are you talking about? my dinner’s right here.” he retorted, causing the two of you to end up having delivered pizza for late dinner.

[machineheraldbabe]

arcane's depiction vs. endorsement and why it flopped

~ i think i'm finally ready to complain ~

My general opinion of season 2 is potential squandered. My recent post about Viktor's storyline as an intentional tragedy lets ya'll know that I did, for the most part, enjoy his arc (hot take, I know, and I know lots of people disagree with me, and I fully understand). If he'd gotten the screen time necessary to pull it off, it would have been legendary in my book. But the lack of screen time, even in the case of the season's eventual BBEG, speaks to my greatest issue with Arcane: no commitment.

(Critical) Discussion of Jinx, Ekko, Sevika, Vi, and Viktor below!

Arcane, as a tragedy (I've said this word too many times to count smh), asks the plot, "what is the worst thing that could possibly happen to this character?" and answers in kind. This is why we get Viktor's lost agency until the very end (and like I've said in the past, I completely understand and hold space for those who dislike this route).

If we ask this same question of the following characters, the scope of loss and despair innate to Arcane's final narrative is made very clear:

Sevika: a revolutionary forever devoted to the cause, not the individual, is nominated as an individual to represent the masses in a governmental body that has no interest in her class-conscious ideal.

Ekko: the people's hero in every sense of the word who never sees the fruits of his labor/sacrifice and who goes without the acknowledgement he deserves (more than any other Arcane character).

Vi: the ultimate victim of Piltover police brutality coerced, through grief, trauma, and loss, into working for the system that oppressed her. Even Caitlyn, for all her good intentions, seems incapable of ever understanding this.

Viktor: a genius hellbent on ending the same suffering he endured at the hands of Piltover's oppression has his agency revoked, driving him to inflict the same choicelessness he endured on Zaunite innocents.

On paper, these arcs are devastatingly sensical. And we don't always need happy endings in our stories (I'd sure like them, more often than not, of course). We can and should witness the harsh realities of class oppression if we don't experience them ourselves. The writing team painstakingly crafted and foreshadowed these worst-case scenarios throughout season 1. For example, in 1x07, Ekko being immediately shot at by Marcus at the bridge confirms our suspicions that Piltover Enforcers are a lost cause, not just full of bad apples but internally broken beyond repair. It felt that, despite all the hope, this struggle was doomed, and we were careening toward something dark - "In the pursuit of great, we failed to do good."

Had these arcs been successful, audiences would be confronted with the systemic issues we see today that implicate the physical and mental health of downtrodden individuals on account of lazy, prejudiced leadership. This actively happens. It is actively happening, sans the fantasy of it all. This is where Arcane should have shined: they depict the tragedy of these characters, but DO NOT endorse it.

But Arcane chickens out and the entire thing fails. Here are the Flop Era Spark Notes:

Maddie is the egregious bad apple stereotype that absolves all other agents of the regime. She clearly is not a stand-in for Enforcers at large because, all of a sudden, they're capable of coordinated artillery strikes that are necessary to the defense of Piltover, which the viewer must suddenly and abundantly care about. So glad she died. Also, Arcane, you cannot introduce abject warfare in the last 30 minutes of your show successfully.

Jinx's "revolutionary" plot was a red herring, and Sevika humbly vying for the spot was never delivered upon. They pay lip service to the Undercity organizing, but the scene is interrupted for larger (messier) plot concerns almost immediately. No commitment. No depiction to even refrain from endorsing.

Ekko and the Firelight Tree. Clearly this was set up as a means of showing how Piltover's mistakes were physically seeping into the only sanctuary left in Zaun. Yet this is just...never resolved? If someone has some insights into this, please let me know. No depiction. No discussion about endorsement.

What could Vi specifically gain by aligning with the Enforcers/Piltover? Human connection with Cait, sure, but why return to them in 2x06? Vi's character begged all season for development, but she kept returning to her nonsensical error of her ways (looking backwards) until the very end, and this is basically what "kills" Jinx. This is a nod to her lonesomeness post 1x03, sure, but to what end? Again, why the Enforcers?!? Oh, because now that Cait has been redeemed and Sevika is in Piltover to save the day, there are no systemic issues left to fix? Sure, Riot.

WHY DEVELOP VIKTOR'S ENTIRE HEXCORE ARC OFF SCREEN?I'M ADMITTEDLY BIASED ABOUT THIS, BUT THE AMOUNT OF DISCUSSIONS I'VE HAD WITH VIKTOR NATION ABOUT THE DEGREE TO WHICH HE WAS INFLUENCED/MANIPULATED BY THE HEXCORE (now that we know Sky was a manifestation of his humanity, not her Actual Self) IS DESPICABLE. HIS COMPROMISED AGENCY NEEDS TO BE FRONT AND CENTER AND OBVIOUS, OR ELSE IT SURE SEEMS LIKE RIOT IS ENDORSING THE LACK OF AGENCY IN VIKTOR'S STORY. I shouldn't have to make 1k word posts to explain this. I'll do it because I love him with my whole heart, but still.

I begged and pleaded for months for BBEG Viktor (I'm really proud of my predictions from October), but by introducing a villain/conflict beyond the Piltover/Zaun dichotomy, Riot severed all threads of class conflict that were so rife and exciting in season 1. The proletariat and the bourgeoise will never coalesce like they did by the end of 2x09 without systemic revolution. Sevika is just one individual. Ekko's people need him. Jinx and Viktor are gone. Vi is downtrodden, and we have SO LITTLE to show for it.

In summary, we just didn't get enough explicit explanation of any character development to make Arcane-As-Tragedy successful. They did not stick the landing. The finale leaves us all with various bad tastes in our mouth. Instead of lamenting the harsh reality of oppression, I'm confused about what Riot prioritizes and agrees with, what they aim to criticize, and what they condemn.

I'll die on the hill that revoking Viktor's agency has the potential to be one of the greatest tragic hero storylines I've ever seen, but it's a lonely hill because I'm fighting against the writing team's consistent flops. At least Balayage Viktor was so gorgeous.

shameless self plug for my earlier discussion about the innate political clashes in season 1 that were abandoned for flashy fantasy fights in season 2: