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hangesdarling · 1 month

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Hiiii !!

Can you pls write a hange oneshot where reader gets off on calling them commander and getting dominated by them ? 🫣 established relationship pls 👉🏼👈🏼

commander — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader

SYNOPSIS. It was your second anniversary with Hange when they found out that calling them Commander turns you on.

CONTENT. 18+, MDNI, making-out, sexual nudity, alcohol consumption, lots of pet names, cursing, dom!Hange fr, fingering, Hange makes you suck their strap, strap-on sex, bondage, marking, biting, multiple orgasms (lmk what else)

WORD COUNT. 2.4k

A/N. omg anon you have no idea how much i love this idea aghhh

It was around 9 PM when you were patiently waiting outside the headquarters, putting a layer of lipstick on with a compact mirror in hand. You smiled to yourself, knowing that the shade perfectly matches the lingerie you're wearing under your work clothes. After all, your second anniversary with Hange has to be more special than the previous one. You made a mental note of the things you prepared for tonight, all the while eyeing the stars littered across the night sky.

However, Hange snapped you out of your musings with a surprising backhug almost knocking the air out of your lungs. Their giggles soon filling your ears with mirth.

"Hange, you scared me!" you pouted to which they responded with a soft laugh.

They wrapped their strong arms around your torso, lips planting a tender kiss on your neck as they spoke, "Hello there, my love. Sorry about that."

You turned around to face them, placing your arms above their shoulder before leaving a kiss mark on their cheek.

"Naughty as always," you teased them, causing their eyes to soften in a sultry manner as their hands went to your waist.

"But you love that, don't you?" Hange smirked. They further proved that they're in an extremely flirty mood tonight by carrying you into their arms, dashing out of the headquarters, and into the awaiting car in the parking lot.

"Happy second anniversary, sweetheart," they whispered before pulling you into another heated kiss on the driver's seat. Hange's hand wandered under your shirt, their callused hands gripping and rubbing circles on your soft flesh. They smiled into the kiss as their thumb felt your lacy underwear beneath.

Hange gently pulled away, placing a firm kiss on your chest before saying, "I'll have you at home. Hope you're ready for my surprise, honey."

Hange almost didn't make it to the house as their lips were already linked to yours outside the door. Your hands felt for the knob, stumbling yourselves into the living room as Hange would not break the kiss. Their hands maintained a firm grip around your waist, never letting go until the both of you collapsed on the couch.

"Ease down, baby," you managed to whisper, catching your breath as Hange busied their mouth on your neck.

Hange let out a low groan. "How could I when you're also wearing that perfume that drives me crazy?"

You smiled to yourself. "You noticed?"

"'Course I do." Hange continued leaving open-mouthed kisses on your flushed skin, a lace of red marks crawling along your neck.

Hange pulled away momentarily as if remembering something. They smoothed out their creased clothes, suddenly smiling.

"Before I forgot," they panted. "I have something for us tonight."

With that, they stood up from the couch and walked over to the counter. They pulled out a large bottle of wine while balancing two shot glasses and ice on one hand.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind a drink," you beamed, sitting up.

Hange grinned at you, flashing that naughty smirk that always gets your knees weak.

"This isn't just a normal wine, sweetheart," they smiled, their voice curling into a mysterious tone, triggering your curiosity. "I got this one made for us."

Hange popped the cork open, pouring halfway into the shot glass before placing a large ice cube with a clink. They offered you one as they poured the other for themselves. The cloying smell danced in your nostrils, a sweet mixture of strawberry and honey.

"Reminds me of your perfume," Hange remarked as they brought the glass to their lips. Indeed, the smell reminded you of the sweet perfume you always apply on your skin, like fresh sugared strawberries in summer.

You tilted your glass until the cold drink slid down your throat, the sweet and tangy flavor coating your tongue. The sensation made your heart thump, your lips sucked on the remaining drops until the ice bumps on your wet lips. You found yourself asking for more, and in each shot, you felt a familiar heat creeping up on your body— one that reached past your ears and reminded you of the first time Hange made love with you.

The bottle was emptied halfway when Hange brought you onto their lap once again, their wine-stained lips connecting with yours. They had long set their drink down, eager to have something much sweeter. Hange placed a hand on the back of your head, sliding their tongue into your mouth. Their tongue brushed against yours; a way to taste each other, to seal the experience of such a tempting drink. Your lips sucked on theirs, swiping your tongue over the succulent taste of their lips as your hips began to grind against them.

Your body ached for friction, a relieving touch after such a sensual warmth. Hange took this as a signal to set you back down on the sofa, their other leg anchoring on the side so they could press their body against yours more intimately. Your mind was in a dreamy haze, one where all you could feel was Hange's touch, where all the memories playing were Hange bending you over or folding you into submission. The wine must be an aphrodisiac, you wondered.

Hange slipped their hands under your shirt, swiftly undoing the buttons one by one until you're left with that lingerie you bought specifically for this day. At that moment of intense passion, Hange tried to ease you down by kissing your shoulders, neck, and chest. The tender attention from their hands and lips failed to ease you up, but rather aroused you even more.

You pulled them by their necktie, pulling their glasses off as your lips attached to theirs. Your legs wrapped around Hange’s hips, securing them in your body. Hange circled a thumb over your breasts, their hands slowly creeping down until their fingers brush over your clit. A whimper escaped your mouth, involuntarily bucking your hips to their touch.

"Ah, so eager, aren't you, darling?" they teased, teasing your wet entrance with a finger, earning them whiny pleas from you. Hange chuckled at your reaction, the sight of your blushing face looked so beautiful into the night. The scent of strawberry on your lips matching your perfume aroused Hange even more. Their eyelids grew heavy, a sultry smile stretching on their lips as they slid their middle and ring fingers inside you. You gasped softly as you felt the cold metal of the promise ring on their finger— that special gift you gave them on your first anniversary as their girlfriend.

You bit your lip, whimpering as their thrusts were excruciatingly slow. Their other hand held down your abdomen so you wouldn't move.

"Please..." your whine broke into a whisper. "Please, Commander."

Hange shot you an amused glance, lips curling teasingly from your desperate plea.

"What did you say, sweetheart?" they asked innocently, fingers still thrusting at a languorous pace.

Your hands went to your face in embarrassment, having realized what came out of your mouth.

"Come on, don't be shy, love," they muttered, gently caressing your inner thighs. "Say it again."

The way they used their commanding voice only thickened your arousal, like honey dripping down your throat in a way that makes it hard for you to breathe. And yet it was so sweet.

"Please... Commander," you whispered, fully submitting to their command.

"Good girl," they smiled as their thrusts quickened, their lips catching your moans in a heated kiss. Their slender fingers curled and stretched you out, knowing just the right angle to make you squirm and scream in delight.

Your hands clawed on their back, your mouth working to leave kiss and bite marks on their neck and chest. Sometimes your hand would tug on their hair, followed by a whimper of pleasure that Hange delights to hear.

The coil in your stomach tightened, urging your hips to move along Hange's rhythm as your release came crashing at you. You let out a loud, drawn-out moan of Hange's name before stilling yourself back to the couch, still panting.

Hange kissed down your throat and said, "I'm not done with you, sweetheart."

They were so gentle as they sat you up on the couch, whispering sweet things into your ear before making a contrasting move that filled you up with arousal once more.

They unbuckled their belt before motioning towards the floor and said, "On your knees, love."

Your cheeks heat up once again, as you get down on your knees. Hange couldn't miss the excited smile on your lips as they unzipped their pants to show you the new dildo strapped on them.

Your teeth caught your lower lip, a hand running a hand over the length. It was longer and thicker than all the ones Hange has used on you before. "You really bought a new one, huh?"

"Just for you. I know my princess can take it,” they smirked, holding up your chin. "Get it wet for me, alright?"

Your head bobbed up and down in alacrity, eyes hungry for what Hange has in store for you. "Yes, Commander."

It was all Hange needed to hear before kissing you once more, their tongue running over your lips before pulling away to replace it with the tip of that dildo. They held down the length, brushing the tip through your lips before slowly inching it inside your opening lips. Hange fed you inch by inch, mindful if you're in discomfort because of the size. But they found none but pleasure in your face as your eyes fluttered close, taking the length halfway before pushing it back and forth against your mouth.

Hange has to cover a hand on their cheek, keeping themself from losing control just by seeing your cheeks hollowing out on their length. Your hands rested on their knees, breathing through your nose and careful not to choke. Every thrust was hitting your uvula, stretching out your throat in both pain and pleasure. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Hange's eyes just to show them how deep you could take them in.

"Fuck," Hange whispered, eagerness spreading over their face just by watching you.

"Oh god, I need to do it inside you," they mumbled before slowly pulling the thing out of your mouth. Hange circled an arm on your waist, pulling you back to their lap for another kiss.

"Since you like calling me Commander so much, I hope you won't mind a bit of what I'm planning to do," they chuckled in your ear. They rose from their seat, keeping a hand on your waist as they went to the study table they set up in their living room.

Hange went behind you, kissing the back of your neck once more as they gathered your wrists behind.

"Remember when we first met?" Hange began to which you nodded, attentive and intrigued with how they were starting. They smiled at yoru direction and continued.

"I thought you're just another stick-in-the-mud Survey Corps logistics officer. Just handing me the reports and such," Hange grinned at the memory, slowly undoing their tie. "But I got the hint when you're frequenting my office. Always early on reports. And sometimes... your skirt would be a little too short or something."

Hange placed their necktie around your wrists, securing the soft fabric in a firm knot. Your breath caught on your throat as they went close to your ear, making something inside you tingle.

"Really, I want to hold back. But my mind kept telling me I need to have you bent down on my desk, getting fucked," Hange pushed you further until your hips hit the edge of their desk. "And that's just what I did."

Hange's voice went deep and husky as they pushed a hand on your back, bending you in such a provocative position with your hands tied up. Words caught in your throat, mind blank from arousal. You felt the tip of their dildo brushing and teasing your folds, eliciting another moan from you.

"Remember all of that, my love?" You could hear Hange's smile just from their voice as they began to inch the dildo deeper into your entrance.

"Fuck...!" you breathed out, your voice diminishing into soundless moans as the new length stretched you further. Hange angled their thrusts in a way that you could feel the depth in your stomach. They slid in and out slowly so you could get used to the length and girth.

In no time, Hange has you wet enough to increase their thrusts. They bit and kissed your back, whispering praises in your ear, and entertaining you each time you called them Commander.

"That's it, my sweet girl. Doing so well for me," they would whisper.

Outside, the night was cold and quiet, offering a tranquil scenery for sleeping creatures. But the passion from your lovemaking defied that cold silence. At some point, Hange became a little too eager, tearing away the thin lacy fabric on your skin despite your protests. I'll buy you a new one, sweetie, they would whisper breathlessly, as their hands roamed over your almost naked body.

The table rocked against the force of your movements, papers sliding down, and a pen holder or two getting knocked over. Your moans erupted in broken, varying tones of the word Commander, and Hange couldn't help but tease you about it.

"Mhm, you're so obedient. Bending down for your Commander like this?" they would say.

Hange drew out multiple orgasms from you, your wetness beginning to drip down your legs as they pulled out. Seeing your weak, almost limp body bent down had Hange smiling as they untied your hands. They took their discarded uniform across the room, gently wrapping it around you before taking you in their arms to carry you upstairs.

Once there, Hange cleaned up the both of you with a warm, damp towel before sinking to the sheets. You slept almost instantly in their warm embrace. They whispered one last, "Happy anniversary, my dear" before resting their head on your chest to sleep.

Perhaps it was around 3 or 4 AM when your eyes blinked open, and felt relief remembering it was Saturday tomorrow. Hange remained sleeping on your chest, their brown locks messily draped over. You kissed their forehead, gently taking Hange’s hair in your hands to tie them in their preferred ponytail. As you finished, you ran a hand on their hair, waiting for sleep. However, you realized something pressing against your chest from the uniform Hange lent you. You were careful to inspect the breast pocket to not wake Hange up. Your hand fished down the small circular object, angling it on the sliver of moonlight pouring from the window.

You held a soft gasp at the realization that you were holding an engagement ring. Delicately, you slid it on your finger and found it to be in a perfect size. Your eyes softened once more, a smile etched on your lips as you took the ring back to the breast pocket of Hange's uniform. The night rocked you back to sleep, your eager heart looking forward to the warm morning to come.

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love2angel · 1 year

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Trey Clover x Fem!Baker!Reader

Summary : You opened a small bakery downtown not long ago and a certain green haired student heard highly of your small business. He comes to visit just to make sure if it wouldn't threaten is family business..

!! Warning.s :: None

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Time flew by as it was already lunchtime for the students at Night Raven College. Two young men made their way to a closed space outside. Usually, they both eat at the cafeteria with the rest of their friends, but Trey wanted to study an upcoming exam and Cater could always use some help with his homework's.

As Trey was explaining something to Cater, the ginger suddenly sighed loudly. " You lost me Trey, I don't understand a single thing of what you said.. ". Trey looked at his friend dumbfounded. Cater changed position into a more relaxed one and pulled his cellphone out. He took a photo of the green head man who had a disappointed expression on his face. " And click! ' Boring study session with the school drunk Trey! '. ". He giggled to himself while reading his caption out loud. Though, Trey wasn't pleased with Cater's description of him. " That was really unnecessary. ". The teenager didn't seem to care about his friend words, he just suddenly gasped had what was on his screen.

As the phone was almost smashed into the young bakers face, Cater excitedly started rambling. " OMG, I cant believe I forgot to tell you about this! A new bakery opened in downtown not long ago and I tried some of their sweets. " Trey finally had a better view of the photo and saw a really well decorated café with many cute pastry's. " They were ON TOP and the service was amazing. Btw, the bakery is so pretty, literally couldn't stop myself from taking pictures! ". He couldn't disagree, the bakery was actually really fascinating and he couldn't doubt his friend on his statement of the food quality.

Trey decided that after school, he would go and take a look at it. Caters review made him intricated in this new bakery. Was it that much of a deal? Maybe after all, his family business would get some competition.

The last class of the day came to an end and the green haired man started to make his way downtown. He didn't have time to go to his dorm and get changed, because if he did, the shop would already be closed. He couldn't risk it, as he didn't want to visited in the morning knowing how much of a rush it usually is.

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The sun was settling down and soon, you'll have to close the shop. You sighed in relief as your day is close to come to an end. You still needed to do some cleaning tasks, but it's nothing too tiring.

Focused on cleaning the counters, you almost didn't hear the front bell ring. The melody made you lift your head up only to be meet with a tall figure. A green haired man, maybe 1 or 2 years older than you, walked towards you. Standing behind the front desk, almost frozen, you had the time to analyze the stranger. You assumed he rushed here since he was still in his school uniform.

You finally looked up to take a look at the upper level of his body and saw his beautiful face features. Your cheeks began to rose up as you realized how attractive the young man was. You couldn't take your eyes away from his, well until you finally came back on earth. He was standing in front of the desk, finally looking around. " H-Hi, what could I do for you today Sir? ". You felt so embarrassed because not only did you stand there like a pole, you also didn't greet him when he entered and now you're stuttering..

The tall man attention came back to you and he gave you a faint smile, but you swear he made a small smirk. " Sorry for coming this late, I wanted to see if the rumors are true. " Your heart skipped a beat, people are starting rumors about your bakery? " I-Is that so? May I know what these rumors are about? ". Your voice was still shacky unfortunately. The green haired man chuckled lightly. ". Perhaps they're about how good of a place it is, I also heard that the sweets were quite tasty. " You furrowed your eyebrows. This man talks like he has experience, just what is he trying to do here.

You tried to make a composed expression as you respond to the stranger. " Ohh.. Glad to hear that the rumors aren't bad! ... Well in that case, would you like to try something? ". You gestured to the several pastries further away on the counter. " After all, that's what I came here for. ". He responded with a mocking tone. Yea, something is definitely up. " Let me select you so of my best rated cooking ".

As you selected some of your sweets, you took a quick glance at the boy. He may be handsome but he sure is acting like a bitch. Who does he think he is, acting like is all above, mocking me and all ARGH. Your mind continued to drift off in the insults until you place the plate full of pastries, almost violently, in front of the boy.

Not a second after your action, he bents down close to the plate and , analyze it, well kind of? This time, he really catch you off guards.. " Um.. Is something wrong ehh.. ". He didn't even let you finish your sentence. " Trey, my names Trey and no, everything's alright. ". He said so as he came back to his previous position. He took his plate and stormed off to one of your tables. He's so weird..

You gave Trey some time to eat his selected meal and continued to clean the café. You watched over where he was and couldnt stop to wonder why was he acting this way towards you. As you cleaned a spatula, you decided to go and serve him.

" Would you like anything else Mister Trey? ". You literally forced a smile just so no suspicions was drawn towards you. As he took the last bite of the single sweet, he looked up to you. " I'm fine.. ". He took a moment before asking something. " Your pastries are.. really enjoyable, I've never ate something like this. Could you please tell me who's the owner? ". He looked like he wanted to say something else other than enjoyable, that bastard doesn't want admit that your cooking is good. " I'm the owner, Y/N L/N. Why you wanna know? ". Your polite façade was starting to fate slowly. " Because I wanna know the name of my competitor. ".

" Excuse me? ". He relaxed on his chair. " That's right, I'm a baker myself and is a part of my family's business. I wanted to make sure that your small business wasn't threating mine but guess my plans took a turn. ". You balled your fists. " I prefer not being involved in this stupid one sided competition of yours, Trey. ". You empathized the last word. He stands up from his seat. " And why is that? Is Lady Y/N scared to loose? ". He shifted his aura to a psychotic one, almost. Now, you've had enough, this man needs to be put back in is place! " Pardon?! Ill take your customers and make them mine, you insolent! ".

" Oh really, I think its gonna be the other way around, be careful with your words young lady or youll end up sulking over them. ". He brushed your shoulder as he walked towards the entry. " Prepare for your downfall. Well then, see you soon Y/N. ". He empathized his last word and walked out the door, living you fuming in the middle of your bakery. Oh boy, he fell on your bad side and there's no turning back now. This is war.

ANGEL : The ending is really rushed, sorry in advance. I know there wasn't much interactions who gave away the attraction but believe me, there's gonna be more in the next part. I already have something planned for the ending and I believe this is gonna be 3 or 4 parts in total! Ill maybe even make a sequel haha! Anyhoo, see ya in the next part!!

cc : @ooooshirasama on twitter

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olivyh · 1 year

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Oh my god I literally love your writing

I was wondering if I could get some tooth rotting fluff with jamil? (like domestic stuff, cuddles, and kisses)

I thank you in advance

A/N: TYSM!! And omg I am an absolute sucker for tooth rotting fluff <<333 Happy new year everyone!!! Also for the sake of fic purposes he either doesn't have roommates or they're not there <3 I also switch POV's a lot (from either reader's or the characters) and I wanna know which one you guys prefer! I like writing both, but I'm not sure how it comes across to readers ;;;

Normally the two of you would spend your evenings unwinding from the stresses of daily life at NRC- you laying on his bed, silk sheets soft against your just-washed skin, and reading through homework or copying missed notes, with Jamil sitting beside you, unbraiding his hair and coating the thin strands with oils, brushing it out gently s he taps his feet to the music. More often than not you would both have dinner pre-made at the beginning of the week to easily reheat and enjoy beside one another, chatting softly into the late hours of the night while the rest of Scarabia was asleep. There's a chill in the air- a deep contrast to the blistering heat of the sun during the day. Through his window, you could almost make out the different constellations as each and every star shines brightly above the wide stretch of desert that surrounded the dorm. Tonight seemed as though it was no different- soft music coming from Jamil's phone face-down on his bedside table and the comforting sound of the brush as it pulls through Jamil's long hair, some of it splaying across your face as he moves it teasingly, making you huff and send a pout in his direction.

You close your book suddenly and huff, burying your face in your hands as you groan loudly.

"Something wrong, Love?" He hums, placing the brush down and gently pushing his hair over his shoulder, placing his hand beside your waist and leaning on it, causing the bed to dip. You pout up at him and sigh, pushing the book further from you with your foot until it's practically teetering off the side of the mattress.

"Spells are stupid!" He snickers at your frustration, leaning further until he's practically centimeters away from your face. You feel warmth spread throughout your chest but choose to ignore it, preferring your annoyance over the man in front of you. "I mean- I can't even use magic! Why do I need to study this?"

"Maybe so you could help me?" He teases, offering a sideways smirk as you scoff.

"Like you need any help with spells! You know them all already!" He shrugs and leans back, much to your disappointment. It must be evident on your face as he chuckles and stands, raising an eyebrow.

"Expecting something else?"

"A kiss from my lovely boyfriend would be nice," His eyes widen for a second, clearly taken back by your boldness before he stands, offering his hand while his other picks up his phone and scrolls.

"How about something better?"

"Better?"

A soft song begins to play from the speakers, the lyrics gentle as the voices of the singers ring out amongst the piano and violin. You gently take his outstretched hand, clasping your own in it and standing, the carpet cold beneath your feet. By now, you practically have every dip and callous on his hand memorized from the countless times you've held them, every moment spent together with you gently running your fingers over his own. Yet, the warmth of it never ceases to amaze you, as well as the safety offered.

You had gone into the relationship knowing that, while Jamil had a way with words when he was feeling particularly stressed or if he felt he had to affirm your doubts, he was not a particularly verbally affectionate man. He loved you, you knew- how couldn't you when he offered you home-cooked meals daily and listened to your woes? When he looked at you with that sparkle in his eye, the way his expressions would soften ever-so-slightly when they shifted in your direction.

Where he did not express his love verbally, he expressed it physically. And with that, he used his hands, like much else in his life. A hand on the small of your back when you were visibly nervous, a hand ruffling your hair when you did something jokingly, a comforting hand on your shoulder when the burdens of a strange world became too much for you to bear yourself.

Your favorite had to be when his hands held yours.

When he held your hand firmly, yet not too tightly, you felt as though he was telling you so much more than he could with his words alone. The firmness of his grip told you that he was there, that he would always be there no matter what happened. That you would be safe with him and that you could lean on him should you need it, he would be there to catch you when you fall and to lift you back up when you couldn't do it on your own.

But... he held enough softness within it to tell you that he was scared of this change, scared of being vulnerable in your relationship. He was new to this sort of intimacy, it was unexplored territory for him. It was as though he was telling you that his time with you was fleeting should you choose that path, that he could be called away at any time, or you could vanish from this world without a trace.

At the same time you couldn't help but feel that it was how he viewed you as well, a magicless human in a strange world with a soon-to-be-sorcerer, one who had tried to hurt you and your friends before. He saw you as a delicate piece of fine china, and he, a beast who could shatter it easily. You knew he would never hurt you, but his delicate touch during these sorts of moments reminded you that he was petrified of you getting hurt at his expense (or even worse, at his own hands).

You'd been in a world of your own for so long that you didn't even notice when his hands had released themselves from your own and had explored to different places. One hand rested on the small of your back, holding you closer, and another was placed on the nape of your neck, his thumb rubbing comforting circles in the skin that lay there. He hums softly, mumbling the words in tune with the singers in a voice that was as smooth as silk and as sweet as honey as it left his lips.

"Distracted?" He asked, slowly swaying to the music. You nod slowly, opting to rest one hand dangling over his shoulder, running through his loose hair while the other made its home on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat through his thin t-shirt.

"Just thinking about you," He takes a sharp, soft breath before letting it all out in a shaky exhale, the corners of his lips quirking up in a smile as he presses his forehead against your own- you could feel the heat as it blooms in his chest and creeps up his face.

"Welcome to the club," His eyes widen as he sputters quietly for a moment. "I mean, not about me, about you-"

You laugh quietly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, tasting the mint of his chapstick against your own and feeling the tingle that it leaves as you pull away, wrapping a strand of his hair around your finger. The action makes the hand on the small of your back much firmer as he pulls until you're nearly chest to chest. The song seems to get louder, the voices rising until it seems they're ready to hit a peak. You gasp as he suddenly pulls away and attempts to twirl you, ending in you stumbling and laughing, falling backward and pulling him with you until you land on the bed, the mattress creaking from the sudden addition of weight as well as the force of the fall.

Your laughter turns into soft chuckles in between breaths as you roll over, facing him. He does the same and grins as you place your hand on his cheek. Jamil raises his own and holds it against yours, humming softly as he leans into your palm. You can feel the warmth of his face against your hand- constant, comforting as you press a soft kiss to his lips once more. He leans into the kiss this time, now expecting it and prepared for the burst of affection. He raises his hands until they press at the base of your skull, pushing your face closer towards his.

It feels as though Jamil is telling you a million different things at once- some questions, some expressions of love, some doubts, and some insecurities. He seems almost desperate as he parts for air once, gasping as though every spurt of air would be his last, then goes back in for seconds, pulling you flush against him.

Wordlessly, he tells you that there's nothing more to worry about, that he will always protect you and keep you safe, that you're precious to him- worth more than all the jewels in the world. In the sanctity of his kiss you could make out the questions of when and why; wondering why him (you could give him a list- it would take all day and then some to read through) and when you two would do this again and again and again.

In the soft flutter of his eyelashes as they dance across your cheeks he expresses his worries- for both his life and yours. A mixture of "you deserve better"s and "you'll get hurt because of me"s tingle your skin as his other hand lands on your hip.

In his breaths lie his hopes for the future- days spent dancing in the kitchen and cooking with one another in a house all your own and traveling the world until the find the one place that calls to you both the most. Dancing in the rain and exploring foreign streets and markets, dancing through flower fields and watching the sunset atop mountains, stargazing in low valleys and holding you close atop a rooftop balcony as the city streets below bustle with life in the early hours in the morning. He dreamed of coffee kisses and warm blankets and long flights with you at his side. A ring on your finger, perhaps, and a matching one on his own.

With your gentle touches on his face you hush his worries and his racing mind as you part, your gaze on his own melting away any and all coherent thought that was swimming around in his mind, spiraling endlessly.

He presses his forehead against yours once more as you stifle a yawn, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck. He raises a hand to rub against your back soothingly, tracing patterns and pictures that you try to make out in your head until you feel your consciousness slip away.

"Sleep well, Love."

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somegirlnamedalicia · 1 year

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Your hcs are so cute omg.. do you perhaps have witch hunter / plutocrat ones planned?

Thank you! My goal is to do all 16 H&H managers... eventually... *cough* But for now, have some Prester! I had a bit too much fun writing these. I'll try to figure out Cosmo in the future.

Prester Virgil (Witch Hunter) Relationship Headcanons:

First of all, I hope you have an extensive vocabulary, including knowledge of obscure and archaic words, or at least the ability to quickly figure out what words mean. Prester might be willing to give you a few definitions once he likes you enough, but conversations would take ages if he had to explain every word to you. And I don't think he's physically capable of not speaking like that, so good luck.

On the other hand, if you take the initiative and show off your own phraseology, he won't know how to react at first. He's used to his followers listening to him without question and even extolling him (seriously, they call him "sire"), but having an actual equal conversation with someone? Unheard of. He must seek further colloquy with you!

If you know/look up the vocabulary he employs, you might notice that he uses some words incorrectly (like "froward" and "contemn")! Point this out and he'll get noticeably flustered and claim he is using an alternative definition. Then he'll go home and look up an assortment of antiquated words to throw at you—correctly this time!—the next time you meet.

Otherwise, he talks a lot about law and his work with C.O.G.S. Inc. And I mean a lot. Getting him to shut up about his accomplishments is a feat and a half. Flattery won't get you anywhere, either; again, he's used to that from his followers.

The best way to catch his eye is to prove your own worth to him. Demonstrate your talents and achievements, especially if they're related to his field of work. Having someone to actually discuss his views on law with would be new to him. Even if you don't work in law, making an effort to learn about it is enough to capture his attention. Just brace yourself to hear about his own extensive knowledge for... a while, let's say.

Slowly, he'll grow to respect you. You have to be patient and persistent with Prester, but with enough time, he'll realize he actually enjoys your presence and discussions! He'll even be willing to let his guard down juuuuust a bit and have more casual conversations with you. He still uses his extensive vocabulary, though.

Respect will blossom into admiration, and he'll finally realize that you would make the perfect partner for him. He can't just ask you out normally, though. No, this man will write the equivalent of a sonnet about how only you are his equal, how you have made him a better Suit, maybe a quick mention of how happy you make him because he's embarrassed about that, and, most importantly, how you should combine your greatness in a romantic capacity.

He's grateful for the mask he always wears because he's actually really nervous about being vulnerable like this. He'll have to contain his relief when you say yes.

He's not much for PDA beyond the occasional quick kiss or little touch that only you two know about. In private, he's still not the biggest cuddlebug or anything, but he does like it when you press or lean against him. He's also the type to unconsciously drape one arm over you while you two sleep.

When Prester is dedicated to something, he is dedicated to it. That includes you. He's not a subservient lover by any means—he expects you to pull your weight, too—but your happiness becomes part of his. And he's willing to pull a few strings to get you what you want.

Unfortunately, he also rarely shuts up about the things he's dedicated to. His coworkers and followers end up hearing a lot about you. His followers love you, at least!

#toontown #toontown corporate clash #corporate clash #ttcc #witch hunter #prester virgil #x reader #witch hunter x reader #prester virgil x reader #“oh jee I sure hope I write enough to satisfy the request” *writes a whole page*#toontown x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 months

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I know I've sent you enough asks about Poppy and Kingston... But now I've been thinking about their trip to Australia and now I HAVE to send you my thoughts on them in the Outback XD

Of course as usual, you don't have to answer right away, and whether these are true on Kingstons end is up to you ^^ and if you have any thoughts on this, I'd love to hear them!!!

First things first. The language/slang barrier. Can you inagine??? XD I did not confirm if your guys language was still the same around the 40's, but still!!! Like-

Kingston: *sees Poppy packing shoes that probably aren't the best for the Australian environment* Yeah, we're gonna get you some thongs, love.

Poppy: ... Honey, we're going to meet your parents??

I know that by then they've more than likely cleared some things up about their languages, but still, this was too hilarious for me not to include XD besides, hearing your boyfriend talk about bringing thongs to his parents' house would factory reset any American I bet XD

Poppy just- not at all being prepared for the Bush XD but also loving it!! She's not used to not having the sounds of the bustling yet dangerous city outside her window at night, but she definitely appreciates the lack of it. Having neighbors being literal yards apart and not having to worry about walking too loudly for people below you, etc. Of course Poppy still minds her manners, but it's very jarring and relieving for her out here ^^

Of course, Poppy on the farm. If Kingston was raised here, he can introduce Pops to the animals!!! And just in general, assure her woth the Australian wildlife... But also giving her a heart attack when he just calmly picks up a snake that snuck in their room that night, or wave a dismissal hand at a dingo XD (omg imagine if Kingston Kangaroo got into a fight with a human kangaroo!!! I wanna see that. And I want Poppy to see that and be very surprised what real-life kangaroos are like XDD)

Again, Poppy going through a culture shock with Australia. Idk if people in general in Australia don't care about filtering their words like Kingston, but if they do, ho boy Pops is in for a treat XD

Ok, time for your regularly scheduled angst. Poppy would be trying so hard to impress Kingstons parents. She's upping her etiquette to the max and is going to be stressing out about how Kings parents will perceive her :( though something tells me that Mr. And Mrs. Kingston will be quick to assure her ^^

All in all, it's a very surprising culture shock for her, but she loves it all the same and would love to move somewhere outside of the city with Kingston someday ^^

No. Never enough Poppy and Kingston XD

First off, coming from an Aussie, I can genuinly say that the thongs thing will never not be funny XDD Yes, I'm sure, hearing that would be a surprise for her 😅😄 And Kingston would know e x a c t l y what he's doing, cuz we are perfectly aware of American slang and non-slang XD He would just say it, smooth-faced, and move on. Rena will perpetuate the horror, too. So Ryan will have to let her in on the secret (whils King's whining that Ryan ruined his fun XD ). But eh 🤷‍♀️ There are other fun Aus Things to tease her with 😏

Poppy: OH, it's SANDALS! Oh my- thank goodness. Kingston how dare you do that to me!!

Kingston: Awww, Ry, you had to ruin the fun?

Ryan: I'm just being a friend. What she's really gotta worry about is the drop bears, anyway 😏

Poppy: Drop- Drop bears??

Rena: 😏 Mhm, scourge of Aus, those fucken drop bears.

Kingston: 😏😏😯 OOOOOOooooo you're right. When you're right, you're right, Ry. Don't worry Pops, I won't let those viscious cunts get you.

Poppy: W h a t???

Ahhhhh! Imagine bonfires with Poppy and Kingston's family!! XD They're out in the middle of nowhere so as long as weather permits, they can set up a nice fire and roast marshmallows, and look for the southern cross and orion, and listen to kookaburras!! God I'm suddenly so jealous XDD

Omg, Kingston introducing Poppy to the animals 💛💛💛 And don't forget- Kingston introducing Poppy to Aussie snacks!! Vegemite, Tim Tam's, Milo, twisties, anzac bickies, fairybread, lamingtons, pav, shapes, etc. Obviously some of these are more modern but hey, if they're toons they're immortal! Kingston showing Poppy how to Tim Tam Slam! ^^ (she will never be the same. Girl will be importing Tim Tam's to the US in order to tim slam them- )

Haha, as for how the regular person talks... yeah I guess their could a culture shock there 😄 It's not that fuck and cunt are every second word or anything but we're definitely not as sensitive about them as I think the US probably is (or at least older generations?). Cunt is for sure used as a term of endearment, especially if you're mixing with bogans XD I'm sure by that point Poppy will be used to that though from Kingston! XDD He's the most g e n u i n e aussie bloke XD Friendly, but loud and a little kinda scary.

Awwww, King's parents will l o v e Poppy!!! I'm basing them off of any and all of my aussie friends parents, so they're friendly and sweet and inclusive ^^ When Poppy arrives they just want her to r e l a x. 'We're not here to scare you sweetheart, our home is your home ^^ Now we were thinkin of frying up some fish for dinner, what do you think? We'll have whatever you want ^^'.

#me: *writing this out immediately as soon as i see it*#me: *out in the sun without sunscreen*#whoops #thats another rule for poppy- never be withoit sunscreen during the october-march period XD

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vividwritinglove · 2 years

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next door XIV - a Pierre Gasly series

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pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warnings: none

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Pierre's cell phone is about to explode. While you're eating dinner, his cell phone lights up continuously and you also receive some dms and comments under your recent post. Since you've made your account and posts only accessible to friends and acquaintances, you're surprisingly relaxed. Your follower requests increase, but you continue to ignore them.

He also seems to be the calm himself. He is more than familiar with the media hype and after all, it is not the first time for him to make a relationship public. He's happy that you seem to be more open about social media and even post a picture of him, although he can’t be recognized.

Your girlfriends bombard you with messages. You hadn't told them you were going away for New Years, much less on a romantic get-away with your hot neighbor who's been your official boyfriend for a few days now.

"Looks like someone needs clarification," Pierre says quietly, nodding to your smartphone.

"They're so damn nosy!" you groan, annoyed.

"Can’t blame them..." he grins and twitches his eyebrow.

"You jerk!" you laugh and throw a pillow in his face, "Don't flatter yourself!".

Pierre joins in your laughter and skillfully fends off the pillow, "I would never!".

"You should text them back. Otherwise they'll never give you a break!" advises Pierre as more and more messages pop up on your lock screen. You sigh again and snuggle up to him. You have nothing to hide from Pierre.

👯‍♀️ Hometown Glory 👯‍♀️

Today

H. L. 💜

>> Oh my god! @y/n 🥹 your insta post!!! <<

M. C. 🧡

>> Why don't you tell us you'll be gone for New Year's? And then in Tulum! I'm so jealous!!! <<

A. M. 💖

>> I'm more interested in who she’s with.. <<

M. C. 🧡

>> @A. M. 💖 With Pierre of course! 🙄 <<

H. L. 💜

>> I still can't believe our y/nick/n is dating a celebrity 😍 and he is such a hottie too!!!! ❤️🔥 <<

A. M. 💖

>> @y/n you need to invite us soon, so we can meet him! <<

M. C. 🧡

>> She better introduce us to his racing colleagues.... 😏 <<

H. L. 💜

>> @M. C. 🧡 as always completely underfucked... <<

A. M. 💖

>> @M. C. 🧡 🙈🙈🙈<<

M. C. 🧡

>> oh come on! Like you guys aren't thinking the same thing.... <<

H. L. 💜

>> Earth to @y/n!!! We’re asking for a statement!!! <<

M. C. 🧡

>> She's probably having the most mind-blowing sex of her life right now - under the Mexican sun - with a freaking hot Formula 1 driver.... God, did I already mentioned that I'm so jealous 🥲 <<

A. M. 💖

>> @M. C. 🧡 you are unbelievable! <<

M. C. 🧡

>> Excuse me for sharing my dreams with you. <<

H. L. 💜

>> @M. C. 🧡 wasn't it your dream last week to fuck the bartender from the P1? 🤔 <<

M. C. 🧡

>> One is allowed to have new dreams... <<

>> Ladies, relax and take a deep breath! <<

H. L. 💜

>> Omg, @y/n you live! Tell us everything! <<

>> The enemy is reading along... <<

You briefly hold up your phone and take a selfie of yourself lying in Pierre's arms. You stick your tongue out a little and he grins slightly mischievously, but then turns his attention directly back to his own phone. You quickly send the photo to the group chat.

A. M. 💖

>> You are such a cute couple! <<

M. C. 🧡

>> Stop it! I'm about to cry!!! <<

H. L. 💜

>> Come on! If anyone deserves it, it's our @y/n ♥️ <<

M. C. 🧡

>> @H. L. 💜 Since when have you forgotten to read my texts with irony?! Of course I am happy for her!!! What kind of friend would I be otherwise! <<

>> You, guys. I can't even keep up! 😅 <<

H. L. 💜

>> Give us some updates - we really need to tear every answer out of you 🤓 <<

>> I know you guys are desperate for stories, but I will tell them when we talk on the phone. Once I'm back in Milan, we can talk about everything. I would like to continue spending the most wonderful vacation of my life with the absolute most amazing man on this earth - not to mention having the most phenomenal sex ever 😉 I ask for your understanding! 😘 <<

M. C. 🧡

>> @y/n 🥵🥵🥵 you go girl 🔥 <<

A. M. 💖

>> @y/n Of course love 🥰 have a great time and greetings to Pierre! <<

H. L. 💜

>> @y/n 😤 at least send me a postcard.... <<

Grinning, you lock your phone, rest it on your stomach and close your eyes in relaxation. As you do, you snuggle up even closer to Pierre.

"Everything solved?" asks Pierre, putting his phone aside as well.

You nod, "Details will follow in a phone call as soon as we get back home."

"I hope you will only say good things about me..." Pierre grins and strokes his hand through your open hair. He leans down a little and kisses your forehead.

"I have only good things to tell about you!" you smile, still with closed eyes and enjoy his caresses and tenderness.

New Years Eve

Pierre wants to take you out to a real fancy dinner for the last night of the year. The resort organizes several events to bid a proper farewell to the old year and a festive welcome to the new one. You felt like dancing today. You hope Pierre is in the same mood.

You two have really dressed up for today, Pierre even wears a suit, because the dress code of the event he chose is Black Tie and you are looking forward to enter the new year in style. Before you left the bungalow, you snapped another picture of the 2 of you and posted it in your Instagram story. Each day you felt more comfortable with posting pictures of you and Pierre online, although he wasn’t clearly recognizable in your pictures.

The restaurant is spherically decorated and all the guests are elegantly dressed. It feels like a gala, only without all the media hustle. Your table is located at the window front, from here you have a wonderful view of the sea and the starry sky. It really couldn't have been more romantic. A 7-course menu awaits you, accompanied by the most expensive wines and champagnes you can have imagined.

Pierre and you have nice and more serious conversations, this time they are very future-oriented. Mostly work related, your plans for your work future and his goals in F1 and what comes after racing. Also, you learn that he would like to start a family of his own at some point. With that many nieces and nephews, it was clear from the start that he would like to be a father one day.

"Preferably three."

You almost choke on your glass of wine, "Three kids?!".

"Why not? 2 boys and 1 girl. So they can take care of their little sister..."

"You do realize that doesn't work that way, right?"

"Yes, of course, I just like the idea."

"What if there are going to be 3 girls? Or the last time twins, then there are 4..."

"Woah!" He soothes you, "That was just something I imagined. How many do you want?".

You put your wine glass to your lips, "None..." you mumble into it and take a sip.

Pierre looks at you with a questioning look, did he just hear you right? None?

"Maybe one..." you add.

"Maybe?" he asks a little shocked, he knows you're not really a family woman, but your answer worries him a bit.

"Pierre, I don't have the best relationship with my parents. For several reasons. I don't think I'm capable of raising even one little person."

"Of course you don't know that yet, because you've never experienced it. You grow with your responsibilities."

You swallow hard and avoid his gaze. You are visibly uncomfortable with this topic. Nervously, you stroke your thigh with the flat of your hand.

"Besides, you do this together..."

"At best." you mutter, lowering your gaze.

Pierre notices how unwell you are with the subject an regrets asking you these kind of questions, "We've digressed a bit too far. I don't want to fill this beautiful evening with topics that bother you..."

"It's all right, Pierre! Don't worry about it." you encourage him, as he makes a very depressed impression. Your hand slides across the table and rests on his encouragingly. Pierre smiles at your gesture and intertwines your fingers with his.

He tries to get the subject out of his mind, but his curiosity is just too big. He's dying to know why you don't envision a family of your own. What happened with your parents that makes you so afraid of becoming a mother? Sooner or later you'll have to talk about it, but Pierre also realizes that your relationship is still much too young for such topics.

You know that at some point the question of having a child will come up. However, you never expected it to come up so early and, above all, so randomly. You can see Pierre's worries, even if he tries to cover them up. Fortunately, at this moment the waiter brings you the last course, the dessert, and you finally find a new topic of conversation.

After dinner, the dance floor is opened. Immediately you ask Pierre to dance. He doesn't dance badly, he has potential. You give him a little crash course in basic steps of popular partner dances.

"How do you know all this?"

"I did ballet and jazz dance as a little girl. Then partner dancing as a teen.

"Wow!" smiles Pierre enthusiastically as you move around the dance floor, tightly embraced among the other party guests, "Like real tournaments?"

"If it had been up to my mother, yes, but I didn't feel like it. Competition took the joy out of it for me. I just loved it as a hobby."

Pierre nods in understanding and his hand moves from the small of your back to your butt. Immediately you correct his hand position and admonish him, "The hands have their fixed place, Mr. Gasly."

Somewhat disappointed, Pierre grumbles to himself, but then grins at you.

"And my eyes are up here!" you now grin as well.

"I just can't help it, that dress looks so damn good on you."

Despite the small low at dinner, you spend a nice last evening together in the old year, mostly on the dance floor. Shortly before midnight, you stand on the terrace with the other guests, with a glass of champagne in your hands. From here you have a good view of the fireworks that were set up on the beach for the turn of the year.

"Oh, I have an idea!" you say excited and Pierre looks at you expectantly, "Okay, before the new year starts, I want to know from you what was the best and the worst that you experienced this year."

Pierre leans thoughtfully against the stone railing and looks up at the sky pondering.

"The worst was definitely the F1 season. I don't ever want to experience anything like that again!" he then answers quickly after all and grins at you mischievously afterwards, "The best was definitely the new neighbor moving in."

You laugh and bite your lower lip. Pierre pulls you close. His hands wrap around your waist.

"You should meet her sometime, a stunning woman. Very sexy..." he breathes against your lips and with a kiss you close the last small gap.

"I think I've had the pleasure with her before..." you giggle.

"I even several times."

You kiss again. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer to you.

"What was the best and the worst for you?" he murmurs into the next kiss.

"Hmmh..." you think out loud and press another kiss to Pierre, "Clearly the miserable hook ups."

"They're thankfully a thing of the past." agrees Pierre, smiling triumphantly at you, "And the best?".

He continues to grin very confidently.

"Without a doubt, my new job!"

Pierre's facial expression completely slips and he gives you an incredulous look.

"Oh, and the new apartment. That was really a stroke of luck!"

Pierre's hands dropped from your waist and, playfully offended, he moved away from you. You hold him back by his suit jacket and pull him back close to you. Appeasing, you press a kiss on his pouty lips.

"Hey, you know I'm just joking around." you explain, fiddling with the buttons on his tuxedo, "If I haven’t moved to Milan, I would have never met you."

"I know!" he smiles again and in the background the guests are start into count down from 10.

"cinq... quatre.. trois... deux..." Pierre counts on his own, looking at you intently. Even though it was only seconds, this moment lasted an eternity for you. Ideally, it should never pass. You lose yourself in his beautiful blue eyes.

"Un. Bonne nouvelle année, mon cœur!" Pierre smiles into a passionate kiss that you are only too happy to return. In the background you can hear the loud bang of the fireworks. You detach yourselves from each other and Pierre's face is illuminated in the various colors of the exploding fireworks. With your hand you brush his cheek, "Happy New Year, my love!"

The new year could be your best one yet and you can't even imagine what it has in store for you.

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taglist: @hungryhungarian @scotlynaurora @justthatgirlxox @hannahholland1811 @dr3lover @pleasantducktimetravel @iamasimpingh0e @thatonesexycancerian @ophcelia @hello-sunshine-x @savannah-elliott

#pierre gasly #pg10 #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly imagine

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rollercoasterwords · 1 year

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ooh don’t even get me started on the riots people throw about “she’s got the best tits in the year” saying ‘sirius would never’… the man fully had a wall of women dressed in bikinis in his bedroom in canon, and atyd is meant to be canon compliant.

andddd they will at the same time salivate over regulus in fics where he has killed people?? like murder is an acceptable flaw but one throw away line from a teen in a fic tagged period typical attitudes isn’t? bugs me minority when people don’t read the tags and just read a fic because it’s popular and then get mad because it contains things that are tagged.

yeah i mean. this is another part of the whole thing that really interests me. and like--i'm sure that some of the people who lose their shit over the tits line aren't okay with murder either; i'm not trying to make sweeping generalizations that imply that like. everyone who complains abt sirius "best tits" atyd line are also totally fine with regulus murdering people or whatever, y'know? like i am trying 2 avoid being one of those people who goes "The Fandom complains abt this but is ok with this" as if The Fandom is in any way monolithic.

that disclaimer out of the way though, i do feel like there is. some general inconsistency amongst some portions of the fandom when it comes to what "flaws" get large amounts of complaints. and the thing is--it makes sense for a person to not like one flaw but be fine with another, y'know? everyone's gonna have their own personal boundaries + likes + dislikes, and i'm not saying that if u dislike one type of flaw ur not allowed 2 like any flawed characters. what i take issue with is when someone acts as though to portray a character with a certain flaw at all is somehow a Morally Bad thing to do.

again, still organizing my thoughts, but i have a few ideas right now for what might cause this sort of. perceived general inconsistency in what becomes popular/common to complain about re: flawed characterization. i wonder if it's almost more common to see people upset by things like the "best tits" line because it's so realisitc; because it hits so close to home. most people have probably encountered a teenage boy who has said something like that, and i think it's very easy to connect to the pain + anger that comes with navigating casual sexism, and because of that people get upset when they feel they're being like....forced to imagine their favorite character that way, because it's easy to vividly imagine a sexist teenage boy, y'know?

on the other hand, reading about like. ur favorite character as a criminal or a soldier in a war or a superhero or whatever who like. fights in a battle or kills random people who are nothing more than words on a page, nameless side characters, etc--i don't think that feels as realistic, or hits as close to home for most people. encountering a murderer is much less common than encountering casual sexism; especially considering the demographics of who's most likely to read fanfiction, far fewer readers have probably encountered violence of that sort in their lives. i also think many of us, especially those immersed in western media, are very desensitized to the sort of violence of an action hero like....tearing through a bunch of faceless bad guys and gunning them down, or whatever. as long as we know our guy is the good guy, and the other guys are bad guys, it's fine. and i think most fanfiction that does have the characters committing violent crimes tends to fall into that sort of category--even when it doesn't, it's still usually a story where you know your character is on the "right side." and it's easier to just sort of....overlook these sorts of flaws partially because they're so dramatic that it's like. easy to just go "omg yesss bloody violent characters i love them <3" bc u know that in real life you obviously would not just be ok with someone killing somebody else, y'know? but going "omg yessss casually sexist characters i love them <3" doesn't exactly have the same ring to it lol

but i do think u run into inconsistencies real fast if u start assigning moral weight to the potrayal of flaws--as in, saying "oh, this sort of flaw is ok to write about, but this one isn't." bc then it's like. unless u only read abt characters that have no flaws ever, ur gonna run into someone asking "well why are you okay with this flaw, but not this one?" and that's gonna lead 2 u back to some real shaky premises 4 ur own moral arguments imo

#ask #honestly i don't feel like this discourse is like. a huge problem #it's mostly just really annoying imo #but i DO think it's just. really interesting. lol #i want 2 study it in the lab.....like. i think it is v fun to guess + speculate abt why certain points like these even become discourse #in the first place

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whenyourunlabeledbutlabeled · 1 year

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Omg I saw you write for Zenitsu so imma give you a quick request 🫥

Zenitsu X male or gn read how likes to draw demons and study's them.

Eg; reader will go on missions but instead of killing the demon they trap them and draw them down marking their art, certain looks ect. Basically making a journal about all the different types.

"How would Zenitsu react to reader when they save him but instead of killing the demon they study them"

Would be better if reader had a quick sketch and labels about muzan somehow....

Thanks

-Raiden

AHAHAHAHA FINALLY ZENITSU REQUESTS

I've been waiting for this

Also I have press-on nails on so sorry for any spelling mistakes!! And haven't watched all of the Mugen train arc so I funny have much info on Muzan yet!!

GN READER!!! FEW CUSS WORDS

ZENITSU

Zenitsu is just Zenitsu for the most part, he dosent really mind the absolute hunk of a stack of paper about every little detail about demons that have been discovered. He kinda finds it creepy, but I'm his defense, he did not succumb to the urge to run away and cry because of the very detailed drawings of demons.

He'll be reminding himself not to scream when you show him your most recent drawing.

(psst, he still cried a little)

When you tag along as backup fire missions, he's glad that worst case scenario, you can save him.

Literally can't hide the fact he's terrified of the sight of a trapped demon while they try to use their blood demon art "Spears of Gungir"(Danganronpa ref)

You throw Wisteria Tea at them, the demon reluctantly stops trying to attack you.

Eventually it gets to scary for him and he runs off into another room, which happens to have Tanjiro and your stuff in it.

He likely tripped and knocked over a bunch of paper, and while picking it up he finds a page about this guy named Muzan Kibutsuji.

"H-Hey Tanjiro..?"

"Yes Zenitsu,I know it's scary in (your name's).. room thing."

"N-No! I found this page about this person named Muzan Kibutsuji. Isn't that your one and only enemy?"

"Nice joke."

"I"m not-"

"Wait."

"Tanjiro..?"

"WHAT IN FUCKS NAME-?!"

So yeah they're all freaking out because you have a page about THE LITERALLY DEMON LORD in your stack of paper, And eventually Inosuke comes in, Nezuko wakes up, and it's chaos.

THIS IS SOME SCOTT CAWTHON TYPE SHIT.

Eventually you come in, confused, and suddenly everybody is neatly in a line.

Tanjiro is asking so many questions, Nezuko is 'humpt hmm', And Inosuke is trying getting Zenitsu to read the paper for him.

It's just pure chaos, not a hint of calmness in the room.

A/N:Really hope this was what you were hoping for when you sent this request in!! I love writing!!

#demon slayer x gn reader #demon slayer #kny x gn reader #kny x you #Zenitsu #Tanjiro #inosuke #Katoki Writes

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rinbowaman · 9 months

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RAEEEEE GUESS WHOS HERE ABOUT DT SUPER LATE🤩

Me😌

Im sorry BUT NOW IM GONNA START READING IT AND YOULL GET ALL MY LIVE REACTIONS🤭‼️

"Gently rubbing his fingertips along your skin, swaying them back and forth"

RAE😭😭 WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO USSSSS, pls pls take our well being into consideration 😔😔

“Good girl... you even know how to pronouce it correctly"

good girl? GOOD GIRL???? AND HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO WINK AFTERWARDS???? im done I cant with this guy

“Maybe….we’ll see.”

Maybe yes, hopefully not😌

“Night sweet thing.”

Boy im no object 🤨🤨 (but since its you saying it, I dont mind as much😋)

“Let us know if you need anything.”

You sir pls?🤯

Gazing at the message that you had just received, you saw that it was from Kurt, who expressed how good it was to see you again. “…Hmm…I wonder….” You mentally noted as you came up with an idea and messaged back.

No no pls dont "wonder" it usually ends bad😨

OMG IM LOOKING AT THE PICS YOU ADDED RN AND IM- SUISHSEESDDD let me suck your dick pls??? (Both)

“You would look so pretty in a wedding dress.”

THIS AND THE PICTURE UNDERNEATH IT????VBYXDGHHHHH, Heejeong does smh unexplainable to me😣

“Yeah?.....I beg to differ.”

SIR???? STOPPPP

“Hey, y/n. I’m finally here, sorry I missed the ceremony, but I’m glad I could make it in now.”

You missed the ceremony what else you here for boy?💀 also rae pls pls dont do what im think you're going to do pls pls dont

You had invited Kurt, as a manner to introduce him to the family since you had recently decided to give him a chance and accept his offer to begin a relationship

Bye.

WHYYYYY TELL ME WHYTYYY???????? I dont even know what to say🤯🤯

Im kurt number 1 hater #kurtkys #kurtleaveynalone #kurtpullasamuelsoicanhaveareasontohateyou

Im never forgiving you for this rae

"Im good Mrs....um..."

Bro doesn't even know the name of his girlfriends mother 💀💀 this is way worse then what samuel did I think I have reason to hate him now😌

Heejeong merely looked down at Kurt’s hand before glaring back up at him….then over to you.

YES BAE IGNORE HIS DIRTY HANDS WHO KNOWS IF HE EVEN WASHED THEM???😨‼️

"Nice to meet you. I’m Kurt.”

No one cares bro you can stop💀💀

You figured they were disappointed that you hadn’t told them about Kurt sooner

Nah babes they're mad bc they want to fuck you

"We’re dating.”

Im so done with y/n

"They were busy.”

Pls keep em busy🙏🏻🙏🏻

"It’s okay….” You bit your lip as you chuckled once more. Leaning in, you whispered out. “Should we try again?"

NO???? how about y'all DONT try again💀

"So..."

FINALLY OME OF MY BAES🤭🤭

"Come again?....”

Y/n bae in the nicest way possible, stfu🤗

"Nuh-uh. Come here, we need to have a little talk, you and I.”

Okay lets talk😋 OMG THE PICTURE????? IM DYING DJJDUDJEJD

“Shhh….come here…..COME HERE.”

Come here and get some~~

ANOTHER PICTURE???? *this user has died*

Okay ill continue dying after i finish this ask 🔥🔥

“Stop! This is wrong! You’re insane, get off!”

Dont stop! This is feels so right! You're not insane, dont get off**** sorry had to fix your typo😰😰

"Dont be like that…..haven’t I shown you kindness and affection?....Haven’t I shown just how much I ADORE you?”

BAE PLS PLS FORGIVE MY DEAR Y/N, SHES JUST BEING SILLY 🤗🤗

"Those are some pretty strong words princess…..are we fighting? Hmm? Tell me…..” placing a hand on your hip, he starts to motion your body to grind against his crotch as he whispers out the last bit. “Are we fighting?”

I might have to resume being dead soon bc oh my god i cant handle this

"Tell me baby….since we’re fighting…tell me what I gotta do to fix it…tell me.

Nothing babe you're perfect 😌‼️ #loveyourself #changeyourselffornoone #beyourself

"Come on baby…tell me what I gotta do to fix it….so we can get along…”

OH WAITTTT, that shitty gf of yours💀 we can get along then👍🏻

No princess….dont think I will……I don’t think you want me to…..that’s okay because that’s what I’m here for…..”

You're right, pls dont stop😣

"Boyfriend hasn’t touched you yet…has he?”

THANK GOD NO 🙏🏻🙏🏻

"Let me fix it."

Yeah this is my last straw, im dead 👍🏻

Okay kids, lets all thank rae for the amazing chapter 🤭🤭

Bro the way I laughed at this….this is…this is gold. I’m literacy saving this right now so I can refer back to it bc this was just absolutely hands down the best Silky. Omg. Lol! I loved that enjoyed the chapter. Bro..the part where Heeseung was like “let me beat it up and say sorry to it with my tongue later” I died lol. Could you imagine? I should have chapter 6 posted by tomorrow maybe since im working on HHP ch 20 rn ;)

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goofyjelly · 8 months

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I'm watching Star Trek TOS Bread and Circuses

I AM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAAAAAT

also the fucking banter while Spock and Bones are fighting was hilarious to me in an otherwise very serious situation-

But oh my gosh I'm so fucking invested omg

Also I love the outfits (i.e. I like it when they dress up lmao it's funny)

Spock looks like a cat in a cage 🥺

Bones is like Welp we're gonna die , so sorry for all the mean banter, we're friends

PFFFFFF BONES

"Each day you stay alive is just one more day you might slip and let your human half peak out" BONES YOU DONT NEED TO CALL HIM OUT LIKE THAT

I think calling out Spock-

OKAY HOLD UP, BONES SAYS THAT SPOCK DOESNT KNOW EMOTIONS AND THEN IMMEDIATELY PICKS UP ON THE FACT THAT SPOCK IS WORRIED ABOUT JIM IN THE SAME BREATH LIKE 🤨

Okay but I think Bones calling out Spock is just Bones being angry instead of being scared cus like yea they're Gonna Die™

"LAST HOURS AS A MAN" YOU- UH- DUDE WHAT- women™

Also oh my gosh SCOTTY IS THE BEST!!!

Like he's so smart, love it honestly.

OH FUCK THEY ACTUALLY USED THE MACHINE GUNS OH WOW

Pffff oh my god dude you did NOT try to redeem yourself after all that 😭😭😭 like , very glad the Boys are safe but yea

Also YES SCOTTY!!!! SCOTTY RECOGNITION ✨✨✨

Yes Uhura~ OH MY GOD WAIT JESUS CHRIST??????????????????????????

W H A T

EXCUUUUUUUSE ME???

ARE YOU JUST-

ARE YOU KIDDING? ARE YOU SAYING THAT LOTS OF PLANETS HAVE THEIR OWN JESUS?????????????

I'm screaming, actually.

They just love dropping insane shit at the end of every episode.

That was a clever play on words though, I'll give them that. They thought the Sun was the sun in the sky when it was the Son.

Ten outta ten episode honestly. I'll be rewatching , like, by tomorrow

#star trek tos #the original series #goofy jelly thoughts

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badtaktopheadcanons · 3 months

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An image has come to my mind, that being Twinkle Star becomes a guest lecturer at a University Grade class on Astrophysics, with the whole class gaping as this tiny girl walks into the classroom, steps up a step stool to stand before the podium and starts her lecture.

And as this tiny child is providing her lecture, everyone has to fight the urge to coo at her, especially given the hulking form of Tannhauser and the smaller but more armored form of Walkure that have accompanied her as her bodyguards.

Once all is said and done, Twinkle Star steps off of the podium, takes a bow or curtsy, and then is lifted up and placed on Tannhauser's shoulders and given a ride off of the campus.

I also like to picture each of the Musicarts trying to teach each other their own national languages...with varying degrees of success, some, such as Canon and Winter, take to them like a fish to water, while others like Jupiter and Tannhauser have...some difficulties with them lol.

Somehow, Twinkle star and Nutcracker wind up absorbing the most languages, becoming fully fledged polyglots with relative ease, though this also has the side effect of them occasionally switching languages while writing or speaking, causing a few issues lol.

As a final image before I go to sleep, Tannhauser and Jupiter's meeting at the Berlin Symphonica went something like Meliodas and Bans meeting after being apart for so long from Seven Deadly Sins, that is they started throwing down while smiling and laughing, totaling a rather sizable portion of the building as they fought, all while laughing and cheering.

The conductors nearly had a shared heart attack when the pair broke through the wall and into the cafeteria while they were sparring, and a poor Mutar was even crushed by some of the debris...how unfortunate lol.

All of that said, stay safe and take care.

RAHHH OMG YOU'VE SEEN MY POST ABOUT MUSIE RIGHT?? THE INTER-MUSICART DIALECT THAT DEVELOPED IN BERLIN SYMPHONICA AS A RESULT OF MUSICARTS SHARING INNATE KNOWLEDGE OF THE "HOME LANGUAGE" OF THEIR SCORE?!! (edit; you have lol i forgor 💀) twinkle star would probably speak that 90% of the time, since she's one of the oldest musicarts by time served (iirc she's technically like. 42. which is so funny to me). So I bet Twinkle Star is the bet at Musie naturally, even if she's not good at teaching it. Many other musicarts likely speak and converse in non-Musie, though, since the existence of a half-French half-German creole with no written records and that nobody but Musicarts can understand might make the higher-ups a little worried... god forbid their war machine tries to secretly communicate with each other to.. *shudder* unionize...

Tann and Jupie are 100% the type to break shit without even thinking, so their 'greeting throwdown' makes total sense. They're probably also the only ones who can arm wrestle each other without sending the other flying (Walkure refuses to participate, and as such does not count).

Anyway, two drawings of Twinkle Star and one of Jupie:

^ explanation on my thought process for "deha": In Musie, French "J"s are pronounced like German "J"s, which, in the middle of words, softened over time to voiced "H"s. I could see it being used further with "kenn" (short for kennen) to make "Dekkenn" (pronounced Day-ken), which would be used as something similar to "OK" or "You got it." (if anybody here is a linguist pls tell me if that's an unreasonable shift lol)

#takt op headcanons #takt op symphony #BTHC lore #BTHC & nomorefs lore collab #takt op #musie #takt op world building #berlin symphonica

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annikasevenshots · 1 year

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Star Trek Picard: Season 3 Episode 5 Reaction (spoilers!)

ESMAR!!!!!!!

BABY LAFORGE BEING A SLEEBY GORL??????

NO TVEEN NO NO NO

EVERYONE NOOOOOOOOOO

this is a dream right lmao

There we go

COME HOME??????? EXCUSE ME?????????

Shaw and Seven being like 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

Riker and Picard knowing they're in trouble teehee

WHAT THE FUCK SEVEN BEING REINSTATED IS SO FUCKING FUNNYYYYY

DID HE FUCKING KNIGHT HER THIS IS SO FUNNY LMAOOOOOOOOO

Crusher still being so clever and amazing. I love her.

At least the lighting is better this episode lmao

RAFFI

IVE MISSED YOU MY WARRIOR PRINCESS

She's so eager to fight PLEASE

The Klingon music SLAY

"Patience my ass" omggggg

Deadass thought Raffi was going to kick the fucking station

PLEASE "can you not put holes into my floor" BIG MY SHIP ENERGY

ROSCAN??????

"Sometimes work is fun" raffi pls

"LISTEN UP" RAFFI???????????? 🥵

Oooooooh the MUSIC

USS INTREPID SLAY

pls seven just sitting there like 🪑

Wheezing at Shaw being so smug

What is he humming

Lowkey thought Picard was doing Morse code with his Adam's apple

Also the lighting is much better this time round I'm ngl

RO LAREN?????????????????

OH MY GOD SHES SUCH A MILF???????????????????

t…treason?

Why is Seven hiding Jack pls

What did she give him a mf bodysuit?

Ooooh prophecies etc etc

OMFG POOR BABY LAFORGE

SISKOS DAD WAS RIGHT

CHANGELINGS HAVE BLOOD NOW TEEHEE

Ro🧍🏻‍♀️she's actually so milf wtf

Why are they reassigning the Titan ummmmm

Ooooh the Bajoran earring part

How does Raffi know about the son

"Find me" HELLO????????? CONNECT US???????? BITCH THE FUCK?????

JACK WHAT IS HAPPENING

WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING

WHAT IS GOING AWNNNNNNNNNNN

MOBILE EMITTER RAFFI

EMERGENCY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT RAFFI

HOLY FUCK SNIPER RAFFI AYAYAYAYYSSUYSHSHSHAHAHA

I love u Crusher

Crusher is so SMART!

Go AWFFFFFFFF PICARD

Interrogation time 👀 But I do hope we get a Saffi interrogation at some point

H. Holodeck?

10 forward set recycling 😂😂😂

OLD STYLE CHIMES YAY

SAFETY PROTOCOLS????????????

Is this the emotional catharsis Terry was talking about?

Raffi still being grumpy anyway I love her

Someone zoom in I need to see if she has the belt

"Ye olde fight to the death?" TEEHEE

Raffaela House of Musiker????????

RAFFI????????

YES MISS DOES HER OWN STUNTS LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

THE KLINGON THEME

we know they're faking that death lol

"I was supposed to give a speech" shut up Picard 💀

STOP NAMEDROPPING JANEWAY I KEEP GETTING HEART ATTACKS

What if Worf was another hologram lol

"How you doing big guy" HAHA AWWWWWWWWWW

Daystrom 👀👀👀

How tf is that Vulcan just Giving Them Stuff

ROS EARRING????????????

RUN FROM WHAT OH SEVENNNNNNNN

RO. RO. RO. OH NO.

ARE THEY BRINGING HER BACK TO K WORD HER HELP HELP HELP NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PLEASE GOD NO

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I HATE EVERYTHING

actually hate everything sm

OMG HOW ARE THEY MAKING THE INTREPID SEEM LIKE AN ENEMY

SEVEN BEING LIKE "most of our crew was transported there" PROTECTIVE SEVEN HI

open the RED DOOR I HATE THIS

My head hurts

Why does Jack fight so good make it make sense

RO!!!!!!!!!!!

SO RO WAS WORF'S HANDLER???????

BRO THIS SHOW DO BE BUSSINNNNNNNNNNNNN

Crusher 🥺

In conclusion, I watched this at 1am because it dropped on UK P+ early

#reaction #star trek picard #s3e5 #quite liked this one ngl #also probably because raffi was back #man as soon as i'm done with my work i'm doing a full first-half rewatch #i've probably missed so much #picard spoilers #star trek picard spoilers

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sparkys-ec-corner · 2 years

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,,,can you please infodump me about to be irregular. idc if it's like five thousand words I just need to knOW MORE-

OMG 😳😳😳 *cracks knuckles* let's go guys (2nd chapter of tbi and sol invictus when, me????? it's been months!!! *cries in hands*)

okok so. basically, tbi's timeline is fundamentally broken from its creation. luna wakes up from her death slumber and tampers with everything to try achieving true utopia, something that every other timeline was unable to. oss era goes mostly the same before Tale of Abandoment in a Moonlit Night, except for the fact that amostia is a fusion of maria's children that seth kidnapped. from oss era on, many events progressively deviate from canonverse

h&g are the only irregular pair from project ma that survives. a fantasy/reality pair, so to speak - gretel develops future sight, is unaffected by any sort of hypnosis and can later peek into alternate timelines for a brief time; hansel can induce hallucinations and delusions unto someone and permanently rewrite their memories.

as arte&pollo, they actively lead banica down the road of gluttony, kidnap carlos since he made banica happy even though they don't like him, and are violently intolerant to anybody who tries interferring with their plans. they're very manipulative and twisted, though mostly because they genuinely believe that they're doing the best for banica.

as ney, she becomes a triple agent for riliane once she breaks through her indoctrination, using her sight to advise riliane which would be the best action to ensure lucifenia's safety and victory.

as lemy, he becomes the fifth pierrot to keep rin chan safe. he very much hated her face change, and tore off the effects of the lust vessel from her face. he's still a good bean for most part. out of all irregulars, he had the happiest, most peaceful life.

WELL. riliane&allen are a day/night pair, their official irregular titles being dayqueen and nightking, respectively. A LOT OF THINGS HAPPEN IN PRIDE ARC, LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. it's here where things start to really change - for one, both vlad and marie are killed by riliane in different points of her life (banica isn't a demon in tbi), so she never loses her memories as shown in "sol invictus".

instead, allen is sent away due to the first awakening of his powers which greatly disturbed elluka (tbh elluka didn't like either twin from day 1; they always felt wrong to her). riliane studies all she can to become a good ruler when time comes. upon allen's return to the palace, the twins pretend not to know each other.

there is a lot of things as i said, but uhhhhhhhhh. the gist of it is that riliane becomes a conqueror, allen is hella gay for asan, asan is an important character since he's able to see past the first layer of reality (he can see the lucifen twins' eldritch forms without much harm to his psyche besides immense fear, for example), riliane's rule lasts much longer than in canon (she's 18 when the revolution happens), and allen kills an entire crowd when he's beheaded to stop riliane from destroying the country. yay

im not yet done outlining envy arc, but inukichi is asan's reincarnation due to allen taking asan's soul with himself and making them reincarnate together. also, ren is alive and amostia's reincarnation (well, kinda. ren's situation is pretty messy)

cain&abel are around, though trapped in anglomois since they were stillborn and unable to reincarnate. they consumed the souls of project ma's failed irregular children in an attempt to stabilize their souls and successfully reincarnate, thus gaining the bodies they don't have. kiril is fighting for his life every day as the kids can consume any soul, it's only that irregulars are more suitable to their goals but they will eat whatever stays in their way. also, they're the reason why eve's hypnosis-induced incarnations are sleepless

amostia is the irregular who came the closest to ascending before seth sealed him away. he floats in the void ever since, only receiving sporadic visits from luna, and constantly attempts projecting himself into people's dreams. by grath arc, he's visited by michelle who accidentally entered the void and eventually becomes her guardian angel/friend/lover. that is, until ma happens and michelle is erased from reality. it's only downhill from this point on, but [major spoilers that aren't even fully outlined lmao]

btw ma is an anomaly even amongst irregulars, and luna had to personally shove her into lukana's body before ma's very existence destroyed the universe (a note: she did it in a span of two seconds)

besides that, many arcs are fully or partially focused in minor characters such as rindo for lust arc, asan for pride arc, rin chan for sloth/pierrot arc, etc. i theorically could get into detail, but tbh this is already excessively long. so like,,,,,, yeah,,,,,, haha. oh god i hope i can continue writing this au soon

#answered asks #as i said i could ramble even more but this is already so long. oh my god #this is more of an overview bc there's a lot of stuff. a lot of stuff fr #i didnt get into detail with the Body/Soul/True Form mechanic of irregular ascension; for example #i really like this au it's so funky haha. and omg the amount of brainstorming i did for it lol #tbi anon

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