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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months

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Kinktober day 8

Simon “Ghost” Riley + Gun and/or Knifeplay

I’m so tired, but the grind never stops.

Blood and gore warning, reader is also a mercenary who does everything for money. Also warning for reader not prepping himself, he and Ghost are both kinda pain freaks.

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You were a mercenary, someone with no specific place to call home and no true loyalty towards any group or organization, you only cared about whoever paid the highest amount. Maybe once you would have cringed and flinched at the thought of killing innocent people, especially children, but after so many years and your past being pretty much erased, you couldn’t care less. After seeing everyone you had ever cared for dead, from your family to your former team in the military, there was nothing that kept you human anymore.

They called you Reaper for this exact reason. You wore a veil, similar to a sniper’s hood, dark clothes and armour, and always carried around more weapons than anyone would be able to spot. You title specifically was given to you after you made a veil out of a piece of fabric with a bleach stain shaped vaguely like a skull. Your ability to kill anything from the weakest to the strongest out there only made the title stick.

So, when you were paid to kill a specific target that clashed with the 141 group, you kitted up and went on your way. You weren’t a small guy, but you were fast and quiet, like the reaper you were named after. The many years of living in a constant state of fight or flight also made it possible for you to notice immediately that you were being watched. But before you could put a bullet between the eyes of whoever was watching you, you were tackled.

Your many years as a coldblooded killer had you grabbing one of your knives, slashing at the other person, someone as large as yourself in mass and muscle, and before you knew it you were both fighting. Armor was ripped off, fabric was torn, your veil was torn at the bottom thanks to a knife slash that came eerily close to your throat.

It was only after you two stepped back to circle each other that you realized who you had run into. Ghost, they called him. You only knew of him because of his past being similar to your own, with losing everybody he had cared for, and the fact that former contracts had jokingly referred to you as Ghost instead of Reaper. He must have recognized you too, or maybe he already knew who you were, as he seemed weary of you as you circled one another.

Neither of you were much for words but at some point, your fighting seemed to brew into something else, as you both ended up on the rough ground, hands tearing at clothes instead of each other. A strangled noise that must have been a moan seemed to tear itself from Ghost as he tore off your jacket and multiple different layers, exposing leather straps tied against your naked torso, covered in different knives and smaller weapons.

His torso was as scarred as your own as you ripped his clothing and armour off his upper body, a hissed noise leaving him as you give his pecs a cruel tight squeeze. You could feel how hard he was under you as you sat in his lap, both of you breathing harder than you had for a while, feeling almost feral as a feeling neither of you had experienced in a long time.

As he tried to reach for you, your instincts jumped and before you knew it, you had a gun pressed against his temple. Instead of widening his eyes seemed to darken with a stronger arousal, his hips grinding up into your ass as he groaned in that deep voice of his. You couldn’t help the entertained huff that left you, of course Ghost would be into violence like that, just as you were.

You must have barked some order for him to stay still, and by some gods will he listened, even as you used one of your many knives to slice open his pants and wish out his member. You had more patience with your own pants, kicking them off enough to free your lower body and pull down your boxers, your own length giving a twitch of adrenaline and want as Ghost groaned under you.

As you sat down on his cock, both of you wheezing and groaning as the burn from the lack of lube and prep sending a flare up your spine, your grip on the gun pressed against his forehead slipped downwards. Ghost must have moved on his own, pushing up the bottom of his balaclava enough to take the barrel of your gun between his lips, slobbering over it like he was sucking someone off, and looking like he enjoyed it just as much if not more than the act he was copying.

You pace was painful, your muscular bulk slamming down on his hips and knocking the breath out of him even as Ghost kept licking and sucking on the barrel of your gun, tonguing at the holes you had drilled in it as a silencer. You wanted to punch him, to break his face until he was unrecognisable, to leave him as a stain on the pavement, but maybe that was just what your body associated with lust these days after years of murder.

Ghost seemed to have a similar thought process, as even as you rode him with little care of comfortability, and your gun shoved against his uvula, he had grabbed one of the knives strapped to your chest, pressing it against the inside of your thigh where you both knew one of the bigger veins ran. Cutting it would kill you, as there was no way to get medical help out here, but if he did you could shoot him dead before you yourself would pass on.

You pace grew rougher, and you both growled and grunted like the animals of death and destruction you were, drooling and bleeding from cuts and bruises as adrenaline petered out little by little, leaving you both shaking and aching in the best way.

Ghosts free hand, the one not holding a knife against your thigh, reached for your dick, gripping it tightly in his still gloved palm, squeezing it like one would a snake about to bite. He couldn’t speak with your gun between his teeth, but the intensity in his eyes told you all you needed to know, and with a few rough strokes you were spurting thick ropes of white across his naked bleeding torso.

On instinct your finger near the trigger of your gun twitched, just barely pressing down on it, enough to tease you actually pulling it but not doing it. It seemed to be what Ghost needed, as his eyes rolled and his hips pushed up roughly against your own, warmth filling you as he groaned louder than before as he came.

There was no aftercare between the two of you, you were not lovers, just tools used in war. So instead you patched up the worst of each other’s cuts and bruises, got dressed to the best of your ability, checked you both had all your weapons, and with a short nod of understanding you both left to go on with your duties, even if your gaits were a little uneven. You both silently hoped to run into the other again some time, as you had both scratched an itch neither of you knew was present, and now that it was scratched it seemed constant.

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mushies-stories · 9 months

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Kenpachi Zaraki - size kink

Kenpachi x freader

warings: SMUT 18+, fingering, blowjobs, pvp, unprotreted sex, creampie, belly bulge

Smut under the cut

Kenpachi, while he understood you were smaller than him, never realized just how much smaller you were than him.

He was used to talking down to most people anyways and having to lean down just to kiss you even while you stood on your tiptoes.

It wasn't until he watched you wrap both of your hands delicately around his massive girth and could barely manage that while still not being able to hold his full length, that he realized and from then on it was all he thought about.

When you sucked him off the first time he didn't help you or lead you, he watched as you did your best to take him into your mouth, only managing about half of him before gagging. Another inch had you choking on him while both hands pumped his base.

He watched, hand tangles in your hair to keep it out of the way. He watched your sweet mouth work around his tip before taking him in as much as possible, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“What a good girl, taking so much of me.” he would praise with a devilish smirk. “Such a sweet mouth, want me to fill it up?” he asked.

Eagerly you moaned around his cock, causing the beast of a man to groan low as he stared down at you with hungry eyes as you continued to take him as deep as you could, hands pumping him.

With a deep growl he came, making sure to watch your face as he came. His cum was warm and filled what little room was in your mouth, cum dripped from the corners of your lips as you sucked your way off of him. Your hold on his cock releasing as you looked up at him for approval, which he gave by eating you out till you came multiple times on his tongue.

He knew sex was going to be… difficult. He made sure to eat your delicious pussy until you came and came again on his fingers as he got you prepared for the stretch he knew you were about to feel.

Finally with your legs held apart in Kenpachi's firm grasp he was between your legs, rubbing himself along your folds and teasing your clit with the tips of his cock. Your eyes were wide at the sight of how big he was, it never ceased to amaze you.

“I’ll go slow, little one.” he reassured you. Nodding okay he slowly pushed the head of his cock in and you gasped at the intrusion. His cock sank deeper, stretching your pussy open. You whimpered and dug your nails into his biceps. “Relax for me, you can do it.” he encouraged, bringing a hand up to push hair away from your face.

You moaned and gasped as his cock sank deeper and deeper. Whimpering about how big he was. “Kenny’s so big, feels so full.”Your eyes filling with tears and strangled whimpers made Kenpachi decide to take pity on you and save a few inches of his cock, you were so full already and fastly becoming a drooling mess.

He started with a slow pace, rocking his hips into you until your whimpers turned into moans and breathy gasps of pleasure. Picking up the pace he began to get lost to his own pleasure. Your walls are so tight around him he couldn’t help gritting his teeth at how you squeezed him.

He focused on your body, biting and sucking your neck to your breasts to distract himself from how much he wanted to cum already. He wanted to fill your pussy full of his cum and your sweet sounds filling the room

When he pulled back he looked down as his cock slid in and out of you. His eyes traveled up to your tummy where his cock was bulging with everything thrust. The sight made a deep growl rumble in his chest. His hand traveled over the spot you shivered when he sprawled his hand out across your skin, feeling himself move inside you.

The sound you made when he gently pushed his hand down made his cock twitch, he could hardly keep it together, the urge to slam his cock into your pussy was intense but he managed to keep it together. Watching your face contorted into pleasure was enough to keep him going.

With his hand adding more pressure you felt the knot in your core building. You whined and babbled out half formed words. Kenpachi knew what you wanted to say, your pussy was sucking him in and the pressure from his hand was causing his dick to feel everything.

You choked out a loud moan as your orgasim took you over, pussy clamping down on Kenpachi's cock. Tears streaked down your face. You came with a loud moan, his cock filling you so completely.

“Just like that baby, so good for me.” Kenpachi praised, feeling his own release was nearing. With a few more thrust he was coating your walls with his warm cum.

A low groan rumbled from his chest when he pulled out. Your fluids mixed and spilled out of your spent hole.

The sight alone could have made him hard if he hadn’t seen just how out of it you were. Tears streaked face and body shivering under him. For now he would take pity and bring you to the bath, let you relax before he impaled you on his cock again and again because he wasn’t letting you go now.

#kenpachi zaraki #kenpachi x reader #bleach x reader #bleach imagines #bleach kenpachi #x reader #kenpachi zeraki x reader #kenpachi smut #kenpachi x reader smut #bleach smut #bleach x reader smut

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argreion · 3 months

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Leon Kennedy sleepy + general HCs with your local ranter.

So sorry for clogging the Leon Kennedy x reader tag y'all. I seriously just fuckin' love TALKING! He's been my hyperfixation for months alongside RE Lore. :( I hope I can help you guys create your own little HCs like I took from some fics and the help of my friend! <3 ALSO I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR Y'ALLS HEADCANONS IF YOU HAVE THEM!!! I LOVE RAMBLES/RANTS! 🩵 No warnings, btw! Just silly stupid ass comfy headcanons I have :)

RE2 being all sweet and cuddly. Honestly, I feel like he might fall asleep to Disney movies. Just like some of the Leons to me. Always so strict on a nightly routine, too. Wash your face, brush your teeth, comb your hair etc. Then fallling asleep with a Disney movie on in the background? Heavenly. Perfection. The fact he might wear goofy ass pajamas too? He just SCREAMS trying to live his childhood while he still can young.

RE4 just washes his face and cleans his eyelashes. He feels more practical, yet still tries to take care of himself. Makes sure to take medication, but prefers if you tell him. It makes him feel special. I mean, Leon IS special. He likes comfort and trusting people. Sometimes waking up crying and burrowing into the bed beside you. RC and Spain wasn't fun at all! Your chest, neck, stomach, he loves it ALL. Adores a stomach cuddle, even if you got no stomach! Thighs, too, taking a nap while you watch a show.

ID Leon low-key feels like the small drop-off era. Still washing his face and eyelashes. Medication, if needed, still. You can notice slight changes, and him kinda hating the government in small ways now. The submarine, Jason and Shen Mei, and then getting judged for being pretty. Our pretty little blond, blue-eyed boy! Feel like he might be sick of it. Might be a little peeved at general compliments, but still tries to keep them in good faith. Grows his hair out, and gets a little messy. Just like in the comic, he looks like a soggy wet cat, y'all! Keeps his stubble pretty trimmed too.

Damnation Leon feels like the MAJOR drop. ID was the calm before the storm. Drinking problems start, and man starts getting less sleep. Probably five to four hours MAX. Still loves to cuddle like all the other Leons. You can kind of sense something is off. Washes his face, and that's it. Goes to sleep in his boxers, and kicks you in your sleep. C'mon, old man, stop kicking me in the ass! So rude! (I still love you, you little fucker.) Possible cartoon lover, I feel like once he gets older, he just kinda tries to relax. Man is tired constantly, and the alcohol makes it WORSE. Stubble is more grown out in my head.

RE6 Leon… Honestly 2nd fav. I'm an old man fucker, sorry y'all. Feel like the drinking is kinda toned down compared to Damnation, but spiked really fuckin' high in Vendetta. Silly cartoon watcher, I stand by that shit. I like making Leon be a stupid crusty, soggy cat. Probably really likes the cartoons from the 90s. His 'childhood' moment. Nicer than Damnation, but just more seasoned compared to RE4R and ID. Dad jokes and one-liners coming out at least three times a day. Sleeps about 6–7 hours on normal-ish nights. Tries to at least get 7. Please get on him about his meds or getting his eyes checked. He's crusty, and he needs a back brace possibly, too. Needs you to massage his back after a mission and just be there. Disney movie night with him when? He'll debate about the best Disney movie. His fav movie is up to you.

Vendetta… Oh, fuck. Man dropped off the wagon in multiple ways. He doesn't wash his face, and he probably does have a few tooth problems. Got a tooth gap for getting his ass beat, and is kinda self-conscious about it. Stubble is unshaven, and hair needs to be cut. He doesn't give a crap anymore, but the nightmares he has certainly give a crap about him. Making him think about quitting, if he could. We all know the poor man is gonna be strangled to death because of the government. Eye bags, pains in his body, and waking up with a horrible hangover. He doesn't really have a nightly routine, except pass out from drinking OR try to fall asleep normally. With a lover, I feel like he still wouldn't care. Movie buff AND nerd for mechanical shit. Rants about it, listen if he does it. It makes him fall in love with you slightly faster if you want to go that route. Also, TUMMMMMYYYY!!

DI LEONNNN! MY FAV! My little old ass kitten! Moves back to an ID state in a way. Instead, kinda hates the government still for his circumstances. Back to the cartoon AND falling asleep to Disney movies. Tries to remember his stuff more often now. He's still a little iffy, but he's got the spirit! Honestly, he might get LASIK. More of just wearing sweatpants and boxers kind of guy to bed. Got a little patch of chest hair too. Cuddly tummy and thighs. Likes hugging you from behind AND getting hugged from behind. Sleepy cuddles make his day better, and possibly more. Lastly, man sleeps like a rock now. If he's on top of you? Crushed. Your dead. Donezo.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy

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real-godzekiel · 4 months

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funny people think michael genuinely hates father garcia when:

michael had multiple chances. like shitload of chances to kill father garcia. a fucking shitty blue priest in mental breakdown in forest kills father garcia. there is no way michael had no chance to kill him. amy fucking strangles both her parents and allred. is father garcia just a better exorcist and had better chance or is michael's demon just fucking weak.

wiki says michael kills john because he mistakes him as garcia. but why does michael specifically kill john in the ending where john kills garcia. i mean, he tries to kill john all the time, but only in this ending does he definitely get john. in endings where john shoots amy or a deer he doesn't even appear i remember. why

i am dead !!! i am dead. why am i writing this down

it's still just fucking confuddling why the fuck michael didn't kill garcia. if he wanted to kill and eat and slaughter bystanders so much why would he not want to kill people directly involved to rid him of demon. possessed people are supposed to really not want to be exorcised, at least on the outside (usually controlled by forces beyond their control).

i just finished fully watching f:tut playthroughs a few days ago and am hyperfixated. when i am hyperfixated the favorite-character-tint on my glasses are more dense than osmium, so i am biased. i am biased towards mike and garcia having any possibility of being gruff priest single dad and his shitty horrifying demon son. and i am sorry

#faith game #godzekiel #faith the unholy trinity #faith: the unholy trinity #faith airdorf #michael davies #father garcia #faith spoilers

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jamneuromain · 1 year

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You Had Me Before Hello

Ari Levinson x You / Reader

Warning: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - College / University, Age Difference, Size Difference, Swearing, Public Sex, Beards (Facial Hair), Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, degradation if you squint, Pussy Spanking, Light Dom/sub tones, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Ari Levinson is being Meanie

Word count: 4k + Bonus~600

Summary: You are a new student on campus, and you meet a handsome librarian.

It is your first day as a freshman.

In a university. In a foreign country, no less.

You settled in your dormitory yesterday at noon, and you received notice this morning that you need a colored copy of your passport to register for your semester today.

You had your copies of your passport, yes, but all in black and white, instead of the colored version.

You had to rush to the Main Library, which, by the way, is twenty minutes away from your place of residence, and hopefully make it in time for your registration appointment with the student center.

Making sense of the signs in a foreign language is hard enough, you groan more when you actually step inside the main library.

People. Everywhere. A lot of them. Chatting or questioning or answering.

Some of them wearing bright color T-shirts, stating that they are volunteers or staff of the library, helping freshmen. As far as you can see, all of them are occupied with freshmen.

Plural.

Like, at least three or four students surrounding one staff or one volunteer.

You bite your lip and observe the first floor, not wanting to bother them.

Lucky enough for you, the library doesn’t require a student card (another card you need to collect when registering for your semester, God knows how many cards and papers have traveled to your hand within less than 24 hours) to get in. You slip through the crowd quietly, noticing the bold letters in a far corner of the first floor that say PRINTING, not in English, of course, but you know that word.

It is a little relief that the printing corner is less crowded. You huff out a breath, reading the instruction to printing that is taped to the wall.

You chew on your lip anxiously when you try to understand the instructions in the local language. To be fairly honest, you regret instantly not attending a university in your home country.

Where you can read and understand fucking printing instructions.

You don’t want a helping hand. You don’t need a helping hand. You are perfectly fine working out your shit in the last few years of your life. And you have to choose a foreign land to continue your studies.

Fucking brilliant.

You turn your head, sighing that you need someone to help you after all.

All of them seem so busy, either talking to another person that you really don’t want to interrupt, or managing their own business on their laptops and phones.

Except for one man.

He isn’t looking at his phone, his laptop, or any electronic devices. He holds his arm, with biceps big enough to strangle an ox. Or maybe three. At once. The man has a scruffy beard and slightly long hair like a lumberjack. He is also incredibly tall like a lumberjack, possibly 6ft8 or 6ft9. He wears a crappy purple T-shirt, meaning that he is also one of the staff.

You walk up to him carefully, mentally prepare yourself for an upcoming conversation, and inhale deeply to calm your nerves.

His freaking musky and woody cologne does NOT help.

In fact, it nearly melts your knees and have you trip on yourself right in front of him.

He is so frigging tall; you have to crane your neck to meet his eyes.

He must have noticed you, for he bends his knees a little, and faces you with a warm smile.

“Um … Hello? Hi? Do you speak English?”

You cover your mouth in realization, eyes wide in shock, after the words flow out of your throat and reach your ears. And your brain. You should have said that in the local language first. Not everyone in this country speaks English and you know that.

You know that!

Just why did you put your foot in your mouth?

Why???

Right, what’s this sentence in the local language again?

The corner of his lips perks up a little, eyes light up in amusement. He nods.

“Sure.”

He can’t help but add, “first semester, huh?”

He sounds so American. Which is a good thing. Which you don’t complain at all. For which you are extremely grateful.

You can understand him. The best damn thing that happens to you today. The best damn thing in the last 24 hours.

You blink. Your appointment with the student center is in 15 minutes. The student center is about a five-minute walk from here. And you really need to figure out how the printer works before the appointment is over. And you don’t understand what’s taped to the wall other than it’s the instruction manual. Of sorts. And you NEED your colored passport copy.

You bite your lip again when the air in your lungs runs out. You have to take a big breath. You just said everything at a speed that only tape-records it, plays it back, and put it on 0.5x speed can someone understand you.

“Please?” You rub your wrist, whispering and perhaps blushing. You don’t want to embarrass yourself by repeating, and you don’t expect him to understand what you just said. Your fingers snatching the edge of your passport so tight that your knuckles are white.

He chuckles, running his hand through his hair. His low timbre fills the air between you: “Sure, lemme help you with it.”

“Thank you. Thank you.” You squeak, following him to a printer.

“Now, it’s as simple as any printer.” He gestures towards the machine, his blue eyes sparkling, but it’s difficult to tell due to the height difference, “if you want to print something from the computer, just click ‘print’ and one of these will print stuff out.”

“Making a copy of my passport?” You pipe up hopefully.

He holds out a hand, taking your passport, “flip the lid open. Whatever you need a copy of, put it inside, close the lid.” He pauses his instruction, fingers hovering above the keypad of the printer, “your student card?”

You blush again, this time, you are certain you are embarrassed, “I haven’t got it yet. I have to complete the registration first and I need a copy of my passport to do that.”

He hums, muscles flexing to operate the machine, “don’t worry. I’ll swipe my card.”

You are suffocating.

His cologne. His massive body. He is invading your senses and your sole piece of mind.

What’s left of it that is not influenced by his smile.

“Just place your student card, here,” he instructs, showing you which button to push and press, “this one, copy.” His head snaps in your direction one more time, “how many copies you want?”

“One.” You check your email just to be sure, “one, thank you, one will do.”

It is only seconds before the machine rumbles to life and gives you the piece of paper you need.

Well, he gives you the paper you need and hands you your passport.

“Thank you!” You shuffle the paper and the passport in your pile of documents in your bag, “thank you so much for this. I would be lost without you.” You flash him a grin with your lower lip still tucked between your teeth.

The alarm goes off on your phone, reminding you there are only a couple of minutes before your appointment. You let out a soft “ooof”, meeting his eyes apologetically, “sorry, that’s my alarm. I need to get to the student center. Thank you for the printing! And helping me!”

“Nah, happy to help.” He waves his hand, and you gulp. His massive hands. Massive. “Have a great day!” He adds, holding his arms again just as you saw him for the first time.

You step back, flashing him another smile, and rush towards the door, heading out.

It is until you arrive on time for your appointment in the student center do you realize, you should have said “have a great day” too.

You should have.

You purse your lips, wishing you had, or your smile has conveyed the message.

You almost forget completely about him, until you meet him again, in the library.

You are searching for a paperback. It is on the reading list of one of your classes, and since it’s only a book with 100 pages, you don’t mind at all picking it up from the library and reading the book later.

The problem is, you can’t find the shelve where the book is, allegedly, according to the library system.

You circle the third floor twice. With bookshelves made of metal, easily a foot or two taller than you (!), you are wandering in an iron jungle, which is probably an understatement. Your stomach grumbles in protest. It’s half past twelve, and you need some food before your body goes on strike. You’ll need another twenty minutes to walk to your dorm to cook. On second thought, you’d buy a sandwich and a bag of chips on your way back.

You rub your forehead, looking around for a service desk.

Why doesn’t this damn place have a map or something. You mutter under your breath, the bag on your shoulder heavier by the minute. You would have left your laptop in your dorm, but you opted to take it for notes.

Not a wise choice.

With a service desk in sight, you cross your fingers, hoping the staff hasn’t decided to go to lunch – because that would be marking your fruitless search during the last half an hour an end.

A man is sitting behind the service desk. It raises the little flame of hope inside you.

You mentally brace yourself for speaking in a foreign language, “Hello? Hi? I was wondering if you could help me find a book?”

No grammar mistakes. Pronunciation clear. Voice audible. Good. You nailed it.

“Hello. Uh, sure. Which book?” He places the book in his hand down on the table, swirling his chair, pulling him close to the table. He looks up and flashes you a smile, waiting for your answer in anticipation.

His slightly long hair, his large biceps, and his scruffy beard. Something seems familiar with this man.

“Oh wait, you’re the girl who wants her passport copied.” Realization hits his face, and he switches to English. To make you more comfortable, obviously. His smile a shade more genuine, or is that possible? Surely your head didn’t make all this up? “I’m Ari, by the way.”

You suck up a breath. The man who helped you with the printing machine. Your memory clicks.

And the reason you hold your breathing is the strong musky cologne that could knock you off your feet right this second. Or on your knees? Both?

“Ri-Right,” you stutter the name of the book, lowering your eyes. His blue irises piercing, as if seeing right through your skin, and digging out your mind filled with excessive active neurons.

Did you tell him your name? You don’t remember.

He is not wearing a bright-colored T-shirt, but a blue shirt, somewhat formal. He rolled up the sleeves to his elbows as if his biceps weren’t protruding enough. And he loosened the button of his shirt, his chest peeking out.

You are going to faint.

Ari types something on the computer in front of him, and says: “It should be on the F9-303 shelf.”

You rip your mind from the gutter and bite your lip, “it should… the problem is, I can’t find the shelf.”

He “aww”s in sympathy, grabbing his card and his phone, “c’mon, I’ll take you there. It could be a bit tricky; you see, you have to go across the self-study lobby, and turn left…”

He stands up. His tall frame looming over you. He could literally stuff you inside his body if he wants to. And his jeans, his ass-hugging jeans. His long legs. His fucking thick thighs.

You follow him, your mind detached from your body, wondering to God knows where.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lip. Heart pounding frantically in your ribcage. You have never felt this way for a man. Any man. How you could only whimper in his presence, how your eyes can barely leave his image without your fierce control over your body, how you melt under his gaze.

Which is now.

You feel like you melt. On the floor, in a puddle.

“You alright?” He stops, eyeing you curiously.

“Yeah… yeah.” You sound more like convincing yourself instead of convincing him.

Ari doesn’t press more on the topic, gesturing one of the shelves to your right-hand side, “here it is. F9-303.” He holds his arm, leaning on another bookshelf, a smirk on his face.

You murmur a low “thank you”, fully aware that you two passed by a room full of students just a few feet from the shelves.

F9-303: 3707. The number of the book you are searching for. Something momentarily distracts your mind from the filthy thoughts. Your eyes started with the middle of the shelf.

F9-303. This match. Good news.

Bad news, this row is F9-303: 80 to F9-303: 945.

Higher up must be.

You sigh, nearly breaking your neck searching in the iron jungle of books before you finally find the damn book. F9-303: 3707.

The smell of old books and browning papers calms your nerves. You stand on your tip-toe to grab it.

It is a half-success.

You touched the cover of the book, however, failed to pull it out. Because you can’t reach the top of the book. And the heavy laptop is dragging you down.

You lay your bag against the bookshelf, and try again.

No luck.

It’s not like you can change your height or the length of your arm within 5 seconds.

Shit.

You could always ask him to help. Your head helpfully suggests.

Nope. NO. Nada. Never. Not again!

You press your head on the cold steel. Cursing your height and your arm’s length. And whoever is brilliant enough to design huge iron anti-human bookshelves.

But mostly yourself.

Mostly about how you will embarrass yourself again in front of him.

You pray to whatever deity above to carve a hole under your feet so the earth could swallow you. When you consider for a brief second jumping up to get the fucking book.

Jumping! Like a fucking monkey!

Although you haven’t jumped. The idea alone is just painful.

Your breath hitches when a warm body presses up against you. A long arm reaches easily above your head, taking the book in his large hand.

You turn your body around so quickly that your spine could have snapped.

You are faced with his chest. His masculine scent drips into your lungs, squeezing all the oxygen out of your cells.

“Your book.” His voice drugs your brain, making you feel funny, making you squirm. Ari lowers his head to gaze into your eyes. The beautiful blue eyes lust-blown, his body burning. Every ounce of your self-control fizzes into thin air like water vapor.

You should grab the book and thank him.

You should.

You really should.

Instead of fixing his gaze, and your heart pounding in your throat.

You bite your lip, when the book hits the ground with a soft thud, and he frees your lip with his. Taking hold of your waist and your neck. Crushing you with his muscles. His bulge digging into your soft belly. Your hands rest on his broad chest willingly, tugging the fabric with your nails.

You have never kissed a man with a beard before.

It is new.

It is itchy.

It is exciting.

“Fuck.” Ari mutters, ravishing your jawline and your neck, teeth nibbling your collarbone. His beard rubs your skin, sparks of fire blooming in your chest. He palms your breasts roughly, dipping one hand down. His hand sneaks inside your leggings, only a thin piece of panties blocking his way. He toys with your clit beneath the wet spot of your panties, his lips back on yours once more to muffle your gasps.

If it weren’t for him pinning your body to the shelves, you’d be weak on your knees right now. Your breasts tender, nipples peaking under his large hand. Your core drenched, aching for more.

He pulls up your sweater and his hand works its way to your skin, thumbing your pebbled nipples.

“No bra? Buttercup, you’re naughtier than I thought.” He tuts, fingers landing on your pussy, your panties out of the way somehow.

You try to muster an explanation, but you forget all about that and shiver as he captures your clit between his fingers, rolling and pinching it experimentally. Involuntary moans slip out of your lips. You try your best to bite back your noises, but his skilled fingers work your clit, triggering your body to act on itself.

“Ari -” You exhale trembly, legs on the verge of giving out. It’s a surprise you still remember his name when you are about to drown in orgasm, “close. Fuck. Please.”

Ari thrusts his fingers into your tight channel, the heel of his palm against your clit. You almost bite your tongue when he explores your pussy and pushes you steadily toward an orgasm.

You bite down on the back of your hand when the orgasm hits you hard. Your channel clenches around his fingers, your thighs shaking, as his palm still digging into your bundle of nerves.

You ride the tides of your aftershock through slow breathing. Ari pulls his fingers out to lick them, groaning by your ear, “sweetest cunt I’ve ever had, buttercup.”

He manhandles your body, your front pressing the shelves, and he rustles behind you. He unzips his pants, pulling your leggings and your panties down in one fluid motion, and his bulbous head taps your pussy. A gentle knocking, your mushy brain concludes, probably the only thing gentle you’re getting from him.

His hand holds your hips, sinking you on his cock.

He is fucking HUGE.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You forget how to breathe. How to scream. How to curse. His girth stretches you to the fullest, reaching spots that you didn’t even know were there. Your eyes brimming with tears, choking on air, hands grabbing back. His arms, his hair, his body, anything to hold you. Anything to brace you.

Ari presses you against the shelves, a string of profanities leaves his lips. He grasps your breast again, other hand on your hips, snapping himself into you.

“Tight fucking cunt. Milkin’ me.” His hand settles on your throat, grunting as he hits your cervix, “hate to crush your windpipe, buttercup, but you’d better keep the fuck down.”

Your nails rake his bare arms, mewling, protesting his roughness.

“Bet you fuckin’ lovin’ it. Fucked like a desperate little slut. Knowing anyone could come over right now is making you hornier, huh?”

As if on cue, your channel convulses with his words. It’s so wrong, to get off with his degradation. But you can’t help it. The hoarse in his voice, the low whispers, the strength he maneuvers you, you love it.

You moan and whimper, which basically is your entire vocabulary now, leaning onto him to get away from his annoying paw on your throat.

“Poor baby needs her attention.” He chuckles darkly, ramming into you, “that’s it – Fucking Christ, your pussy’s gripping me.”

You shake your head. You don’t want to grip him or milk him. You want him to whisper sweet things to your ear, showering you with praises, dolling you up like you’re the princess.

“No – No.” You rasp out, “not a slut.”

Yet your pussy says otherwise. Your abused pussy weeps when he roughly fucks you. Your pussy squelches when he thrusts in. A fire burning your abdomen, wrings your insides tighter and tighter.

Ari’s hand finds your clit again, slapping it mercilessly, “too late, buttercup. Look at the mess you made.”

White hot shocks take control of your body. His swats torture your clit, now puffy and throbbing, adds to your fire. Tip-toeing the borderline between pain and pleasure, accumulating at a speed that is too much to take.

You try to push his hands away, but his arm is too strong. He laughs at your resistance, spanking your clit some more, “c’mon buttercup, cream my fucking cock. Cum. I said, CUM.”

Your mind goes blank. The fire in your belly erupts. Your tight hole beating a pulse nearly damn same as your heart, but with him balls deep inside you, you are filled, and your pussy could only take his pounding without any defense. He nestles his entire length inside, and fucking you through your orgasm.

He stops his assault with your clit as soon as you cum, only rubbing it with smooth circles, prolonging your orgasm.

You slam your head back into the bookshelf when the intensity strikes you. Your screams become moans with his large hand on your mouth.

Before you realize it, he flips your body over, with his cock in your pussy, plowing into you again.

“Can’t.” You choke, breath ragged and uneven, “too much.”

Ari captures your lips with a bruising kiss, his facial hair less irritating. “One more, just one more, buttercup.”

You sniffle, tears sliding down your cheeks, “… ’m sensitive. Can’t. Please, Ari.”

He puts your jelly legs on his waist, setting a pace slamming his hips into you, “baby, be a good girl and just cum one more time.” He licks the tears from your face, peppering you with little pecks and kisses, “it’s not that hard, hm?”

It’s not.

The second orgasm teetering on the edge as he speaks.

“You’re so fucking hot cumming on my dick. C’mon buttercup, I wanna see that again.”

You swallow hard. Your pussy sore and sticky, your clit swollen, your hole clamming down his thick girth. You don’t think you could handle cumming again.

His dick swells up in your pussy – how’s that even possible. He tightens his jaw, massaging your lips with his, “please, pretty baby.” His voice so soft as if begging you. He kisses your sweaty forehead and your throat column, “Christ, your pussy feels good.”

“Ari -” You stammer your words, the upcoming coil winds up in your lower belly once more, "… cumming. I’m cumming."

He kisses you hungrily, his hips losing the pace he builds up as his neck flushes. Your orgasm ripples in your veins, bubbling your blood, leaving your body pliant.

With a final thrust, his dick pulses in your velvet walls, shooting out ropes fulling you to the brim.

It takes both of you a moment to come down from your high.

You pull your leggings and your panties from your ankle, while he offers you a tissue to clean yourself up.

“Would you like to go on a date later?” Ari blurts out.

You huff out a breath, tucking your shirt back under your sweater, “yeah, cause that’s … original.”

You manage the only word you could. It was a spur of your mind. In fact, you would love to go on a date with him. To get to know him. You don’t do casual sex. You never did. Apart from this time, apparently.

“I think the word you are looking for is conventional.” Ari chuckles, not minding your attitude at all. He picks up the long-forgotten book from the ground, handing it to you.

You shuffle it into your now-heavier bag, and chew on your lower lip.

Your lips are still suffering from a first-degree burn from his beard. Frankly, you want the burn on your lips again.

“What’d you say, buttercup?” He cradles your jaw in his palm, bending his knees just a little so that he could watch you without you having to crane your neck. He sounds almost begging, “lemme buy you dinner? A cup of coffee? Something?”

He pouts.

This grown-ass man. POUTS.

Like a kicked puppy soaking wet due to the rain.

“Pretty please?” He kisses your lips, gently, this time.

You snort a short laugh, “Don’t the college rules forbid teacher-student relationships?” You fix the straps of your bag on your shoulder, leaning into his touch.

“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head, long hair making you want to tuck them behind his ears, “not if you’re not in my class.”

“Well then,” you grin like a Cheshire cat, before he suffocates you with another kiss, “you owe me lunch, Ari.”

Bonus:

Three months into your relationship, everything works out smoothly.

You haven’t moved in with him. Not yet. But all things considered, you practically stay in his place six days out of a week, only returning to your dorm to fetch a couple of necessities.

So, here you are, lying on his chest, feeling his heart beating steadily under your palm and his fingers massaging your scalp after a stressful day full of lectures and seminars. You are also stressed because this is the second day of your period, and your hormones would not calm down, messing with your sleep and your mental health.

Messing with your mind, having you raise your head and pop out a question.

Not the kind of question that needs you to kneel before him and present him with a ring. God no.

The kind of question that would cause a war between you. The kind of question, if you did not hear the answer that makes you “awww”, you will be so mad at him.

“I was wondering,” you raise your head, looking him in the eyes. His blue eyes nothing short of warmth, engulfing you with a sense of security.

“When is it that you feel you fall in love with me, for the first time?”

You don’t know why you ask. Probably has something to do with the beginning of your relationship being mind-blowing sex in the library.

Your stomach starts a new wave of cramps, and you bite your lip. Due to the pain, but also the anxiety that you are not sure why he ends up with you. You are shy, inward, and occasionally cursing. Starting a relationship with sex is something you have never experienced before.

As far as you can tell, Ari is the exact opposite of you.

You just … don’t know.

Ari places a kiss on the top of your head, his thumb stroking your back absent-mindedly, providing you with more warmth.

Ari met you on your first day in this country.

Roughly 24 hours before you two actually talked to each other.

He was driving through the city to his apartment, to get ready for the semester. He was supposed to help out in the Main Library the next day.

He was running errands all day. Hitting brick walls each and every step of the way because the bureaucracy in the system was killing him.

Reaching a crossroad where there were no signal lights, Ari noticed a girl, you, with a heavy backpack, standing by the curb, stepping out a few times, only to return to your spot, waiting for a chance to cross the road. A couple of sedans drove by, but none of the drivers gave a shit about a pedestrian trying to cross the road.

He could see the tiredness on your face. The sun was getting low, and it was not safe for anyone to wander around the streets alone. He assumed you were one of those who just wanted to go home.

His car slows to a near stop. A few feet from you. He thought you would cross the road.

You bit your lip, smiled a bit, and waved your hand, signaling him to drive.

He chuckled to himself. He rolled down the window by a seam, and gestured for you to go ahead.

There were more cars behind him, and many were getting impatient, honking in protest.

You smiled. A genuine smile, even though you were tired.

You looked less tired, running in front of his car with the backpack swinging on your shoulders, waving after you had safely arrived on the other side of the road.

And he met you, formally, the next day. In the university he was working. His buttercup, you.

Ari rubs your lower belly. A few whines of discomfort escaped your lips.

“Well buttercup,” he moves himself to hover above your body, while you tuck a strand of loose brown hair behind his ear. He lowers his head to steal a kiss, “you had me before hello.”

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⚠️ Please be aware- there are explicit terms used below ⚠️

The amount of hate that this man has had to endure over the past several years is indescribable and 2019 is when the hate really began to get noticed.

Jimin has gotten the shitty end of the stick for years now and he deserves so much fucking better.

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From comments about his weight repeatedly-forcing his insecurities to rise to the surface- He has starved himself and would barely eat even one meal a day, while passing out backstage, as they were doing concerts.

Which has resulted in him being far too insecure about something he shouldn't need to worry about still to this day.

He's very hard on his body due to these things and forces himself to complete a regimen that shouldn't be possible for a man his age, which forces him to be sick.

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Then there was the death threats to not only him- but also his family as well.

Threats have been made multiple times on his parent's lives and on his brother even.

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November 2023 is when things got to be the worst they ever have been though for him- when it went public that he was enlisting with Jungkook.

A woman threatened to arrive at Incheon airport with a gun- when Jimin and Jungkook were leaving to go to Japan.

There were several other threatened attempts on his life as well...

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A few examples of the hate ⬇️

"He should go and die, manipulating kookie like this is gross!"

"I'd strangle him if I could!"

"He's using his sexuality as an excuse to do what he wants and disrespect his service. Send him to prison."

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Hundreds of people proceeded to message the military themselves and Jungkook and Jimin went dead silent on social media, right up until the last live that they did with both Namjoon and Taehyung.

The agency did little to nothing, but Jimin's REAL fan's came through for him. Paying for advertisements and such to prove him innocent of the allegations and accusations that the people were trying to speak on about him.

They didn't care that he could be sent to prison over such things, since the service is mandatory in Korea.

All they cared about were their insecurities over the fact that MinKook basically made their relationship public to the world (by choosing to enlist together) and despite how much these ARMY seemed to "ship" them, they never really supported their real relationship.

It's because Jungkook chose Jimin.

I have no idea what people have against this man, but he has never done anything to deserve the hate that he is still receiving while he is away.

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frozen crown

pairing: prince!leon x fem!reader x knight!wesker

synopsis: this marriage was something you were not looking forward to. your kingdom was struggling to maintain afloat, so you, the eldest and most demure of all your sisters, were arranged to be married of to the crown prince of the most successful, powerful empire on the continent. having to leave behind your whole life, your native kingdom, and have to marry someone who was not the knight who had stolen your heart was quite possibly your worst nightmare. but... this was for the good of your people...

content warnings: sexual content

wc: 2,031

an: hihi!! i'm going to do my best to keep leon and wesker in character but i can't make any promises as this is a completely different universe. honestly cant decide if the ml will be leon or wesker. will most likely be leon tho! pls lmk if i accidentally switch to 3rd pov, i'm not used to 2nd pov. ps. the residents are evilin

other chapters: 2

1: departure

"Sister, do you really have to go?" The youngest princess, Lucille, begged. You were in the midst of choosing clothes to travel in with your two ladies-in-waiting, choosing different gowns that would survive the long journey north. You let out a long sigh as you turned to the younger. She was just 13, a girl of ten years younger. And perhaps the sister you were closest out of the five girls your parents bore. She was innocent, naïve, and terribly sheltered. You gave her a gentle smile as you strode over to sit beside her on the bed as the ladies-in-waiting worked on moving your gowns into suitcases.

Placing her hand in yours, you spoke. "I do. I have to go so our parents can continue to take care of you and the residents of our kingdom." You tucked a loose hair behind her ear as she gave you a solemn look.

"Why does it have to be you?" She grumbled, tears welling up in her eyes. "Can't it be Eleanor? She's younger and... and... I mean she's not as good as you but we need someone like you here! Who else will kepp the nobility in check and help the people?"

"Perhaps it will be you, Lucy," you smiled at her. "Learn etiquette, politics, how to care for our kingdom. I will support you... As the imperial consort." The final sentence came out strangled, your voice cracking as the words struggled to come out. Imperial consort... A fate you wished you could avoid.

Your kingdom was struggling to stay afloat, famine, droughts, and diseases were running rampant across the land. The royal coffers were not enough to fund the resources necessary to create solutions. If it were not for the diamond mines recently found, your marriage to the powerful northern empire would never have happened. In exchange for support towards your small kingdom, the empire would receive you and the rights to the diamond mines. It was of little solace to know you were worth the same priceless amount of multiple diamond mines.

Tomorrow was D-Day. The day you left for the empire. The day you would leave everyone and everything you left behind. Including your secret lover. Including your dearest Albert Wesker.

Albert Wesker was your assigned royal guard by your father. The most capable of all knights, the captain himself. He was far older than you, old enough to have sired you. And yet, there was an undeniable attraction between the two of you. When he was first assigned to you when you came of age, he was cold and unforgiving, never having said a word. But you must've grown on him over time, because there came a point where his attraction to you was undeniable. Of course, as eldest princess, you had a duty to keep your integrity. But that didn't stop you from sharing stolen, forbidden moments and tender kisses. Leaving him and being promised off to another was, as shameful as it felt to admit, possibly the worst part of this arranged marriage. Though, there was some mercy. He and your ladies-in-waiting were allowed to escort you to the empire, but from there, it was a high chance that they would be replaced with people native to that land.

The day was coming to an end far too quickly. After comforting Lucille, you had dinner with the rest of your family. It was a subdued affair. And soon you were up in your room again for your final night, but not alone.

"Wesker," you breathed, choking back tears. He had been waiting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, but as soon as you entered he crossed the room in few strides, pulling you into a desperate embrace. This was out of character for him. He never seemed desperate. "Wesker," you repeated, the tears that you so greatly wanted to keep hidden spilled forth as you buried your head in his chest. He gently rubbed your back in a comforting, gentle way. A tenderness he would only ever show you.

"Shhh, dearheart, I'm here." His voice was husky, laced with pain. He separated for a moment to pick you up, and he carried you to your bed, drawing the curtains aside before gently placing you down. He climbed in with you, entwining his body with yours beneath the silk sheets. And he kissed you, tenderly, so gentle it was like he was scared of breaking you. But it soon became heated, passionate, filled with desperation. His hands wandered your body, expertly removing your dress. Luckily, today you hadn't worn a very complicated one. Both of your garments now to the side, he returned his lips to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth, drawing a gasp of surprise from you. His hands left hot trails everywhere they went; it was as if he was trying to memorise every inch of your body.

His mouth moved from yours down to your jaw and your neck, leaving a trail of kisses, careful not to do anything that would leave lasting marks. Eventually his mouth made its way to your breast, latching on to your nipple. You let out a quiet moan, trying to keep your noises as suppressed as possible. His tongue flicked and teeth grazed at your nipple whilst his hand played with your other breast, making sure to give the two of them equal attention. Your moans spilled forth, "Wesker!" Your noises seemed to light a flame within him as he began to move down your body, placing kisses on your soaked panties as he hitched your legs up on his shoulders. This was uncharted territory. You had never let him touch there, to maintain your dignity as a princess, you had always cited. But tonight was different. Tonight was possibly your last night to enjoy his embrace.

The older made eye contact with you, eyes asking for permission, but even with this being the final night, you could not bring yourself to breach your morals and teachings. Although, for going as far as you already have, you might as well. You bit your lip, struggling to come to a decision, but the hesitation was answer enough for Wesker. He moved out from inbetween your legs, guilt panging in your chest as your eyes fell to the tent in his undergarments. If only he was your intended, your future, your destiny. Desire burned beneath your underwear.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him as he hovered above you.

He shook his head in response, "Don't apologise, dear," he laid a gentle kiss on your forehead before laying beside you. "You hold steadfast to your beliefs; it's something I love about you."

"I'm going to miss these nights we spend together," the lump was forming in your throat once more.

"So will I, princess, so will I." Moments of silence passed as you two simply enjoyed each other's company, his hands roamed your body freely, but a lot more tenderly than before.

"Do you remember when you were first assigned as my guard?" You whispered, a small smile gracing your face as you caressed his cheek.

A frown played about his lips. "I would rather not think about those days, dearheart."

You giggled in response. "Why? It's so silly to think back on."

"I was cruel to you, then. Treated you far colder than an esteemed princess ought to be treated."

"Being cold is just who you are." You paused, planting a soft peck on his lips. "I'm just glad you warmed up to me."

He smirked, drawing you in for a deeper kiss, still ever-so gentle. "Who could resist this charm of yours?" He smacked your ass and buried his head into the crook of your neck, taking in as much of your scent as possible. You had yelped in surprise at his sudden actions, but it quickly melted into giggles as his breath tickled your neck.

"Albert Wesker, I love you."

"I love you too," his response sounded filled with more sorrow than anything else.

The next day was busy; Wesker had gotten up to leave before the sun rose, despite your pleas, so the maids and your ladies-in-waiting would not find the two of you together. It was right in time that you got your garments on as well, as the ladies-in-waiting came in and drew the curtains almost as soon as you finished. They assisted you in bathing and getting dressed and having a quick breakfast before escorting you outside, where the row of carriages holding all your luggage was kept. It wasn't as much as one would expect from a royal; usually there would be as many as ten carriages, but being frugal and considering the state of your kingdom, you decided to take only two carriages of luggage.

And now, it was time for your awaited departure, which came all too soon. Your family was waiting by the carriage, and the palace staff were standing bowed as a farewell. These people, whom you have known your whole life, you may never see again. Tears welled up in your eyes as you walked towards your family, curtsying to the king and queen. "Greetings to the sun and moon of the kingdom," your ladies-in-waiting followed suit.

"Daughter..." Your father sighed, gesturing for you to stand upright. Your father wasn't one for affection, but his eyes were swimming with a multitude of emotions as he placed a firm hand on your shoulder. "You are doing us a great service, my daughter. My eldest daughter whom I feel nothing but pride and joy for." Your mother, the queen, sobbed quietly as she pulled you in for a hug.

"My dear, sweet, kind, girl," she whispered, "I know you'll make us proud." She separated and placed a gentle hand on your cheek to wipe away your streaming tears with her thumb.

"Thank you, mother," as you turned to your sisters, Lucille leaped into your arms, unabashedly sobbing loudly.

"You have to write me! All the time! Ok?!" She cried, burying her face into your cloak.

"I will," you croaked, patting her hair as comfortingly as possible. "I trust you to study diligently," you lowered your head to whisper in her ear, "I will support you if you decide to pursue the crown." She nodded. As you straightened yourself, the other three sisters approached you. None of them showing nearly as much emotion as your parents or Lucille. Two of them, Eleanor and Maribelle, envied your prowess whilst the other, Georgina, fears retribution from the olders if she were ever to side with you.

"Farewell, sister. I'll make sure to take on your duties and help care for our kingdom in your absence," Eleanor gave a wicked smile. Maribelle and Georgina didn't say a word.

"Thank you, kind sister, but I trust our parents far more than an inexperienced princess. I know you are eager to learn, but mistakes are far more costly to fix. Please, take your time in learning well my duties before you take them up," Your tone was sweet, and you felt a small twinge of amusement as the smile plastered on her face faltered.

"Safe... safe travels," Georgina's small voice came out from behind Maribelle. Her nervousness was the only thing that stood out about this princess.

"Your Highness, I am afraid it is time for us to depart." Abigail, one of your ladies-in-waiting, murmured. You separated from Lucille, who was still sobbing loudly, clenching her gown in her fists.

"Thank you, all. I will make sure to write and do our kingdom proud. And if time allows, I will visit as well." Wesker, who stood by your carriage, opened the door and held out a hand to help you in, which you took. As the carriages pulled away from the palace, your family stood, waving at you. It was a heartbreaking sight to see; you're finally leaving everything you've ever known behind. Your whole life, your whole family, what you thought would be your future, your whole everything. The tears couldn't seem to stop flowing from your eyes, no matter how much you wiped away at them.

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Whumptober day 17

rated: t | wc: 897 | prompt: Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.” Steve's scars start to bother him after his mom sees them.

To start with, Steve's scars didn't bother him too much. Sure, they ached for a long while and he didn't like people touching them, but he didn't mind how they looked. The scars were proof of everything he had been through. They were proof that, despite everything he had been through, everything that the Upside Down had thrown at him over the years, he had survived. That he had come through the other side of it and lived to tell the tale. Metaphorically, at least. Too many NDA's with a shady government department that technically did not exist meant that he couldn't tell the tale to anyone who didn't already know of it.

But it changed when his parents finally decided to grace him with their presence. It was well over a year after the earthquake happened that they made their return to Hawkins. They called to check on the house, to ensure that there was no damage caused by the earthquake. To make sure that they wouldn't lose any money fixing it up. And they would hang up before Steve got a chance to mention that he had been injured during the earthquake and had been hospitalized over it. They cared more about their property than they did their son, and that was a fact of life that Steve had long since accepted.

When his parents got home, his mother's first words to him were about the scar on his neck from where he'd been strangled twice by the bat's tail and the vines in the Upside Down. But not about the fact he'd been injured. She was more concerned about how many people had seen the scar, and how bad it looked. About how much it would ruin the family's reputation and image to have a son that had such an unsightly scar on display at all times. About what people would assume about how Steve got the scar, and what it would imply about their parenting.

After that day, every morning Steve's choice of outfit was met with scrutiny. Subtle comments about 'maybe something with a bit more coverage, dear.' Or her adjusting the collars of Steve's polo shirts to cover as much of the scar as possible before he was allowed to leave the house. Bundles of new shirts appearing in Steve's room, solely made up of polo shirts and turtlenecks. Anything that was high enough to hide the worst of the scar. Then there were the mornings where she wouldn't even say anything to him, instead just approaching him and digging her fingers into his neck, harshly rubbing in various creams and oils and serums that all had claims of reducing the appearance of scars. Any attempt to pull away was met with a tug on the arm and 'hold still, Steven.'

The worst of it, though, was the comments she constantly made, both to and about him. She would tell him about how the scar made him ugly. He overheard her on the phone crying to a friend about how Steve now had nothing going for him. He wasn't smart, he'd been forced out of athletics by the multiple concussions, and now his looks were ruined. She got drunk, looked him in the eye, and told him that she would have been happier if he hadn't survived the injury, that having a dead son would have been better than having an ugly son. Constant reminders that she tied his worth to his looks. To her, the scars weren't a sign of his survival, they were a sign of him not caring.

Her words started to wear on him. Steve changed how he dressed, always choosing shirts that would hide the scar on his neck. Turtlenecks or polos buttoned right to the top, with the collar carefully arranged to cover up. The clothing his mother wanted him to wear. He made the choice for a few reasons, but mostly to stop her horrible comments any time she saw him and to stop the stares of other people whenever he was out in public. The stares hadn't really bothered him at first, knowing it was just basic human curiosity. But then he couldn't get it out of his head that everyone else was thinking exactly what his mother was saying. That everyone was judging him, and all they saw was an ugly boy with no potential. Or that everyone would jump to the wrong conclusion and assume that it was self-inflicted.

He also started to shy away from the touch. Any contact between someone else's hands and his bare skin reminding him too much of his mother forcing the various treatments onto the skin of his neck. Her touch rough and uncaring, about as far from motherly as anyone could get, not taking any notice of the pain and discomfort she was causing as she jabbed her pointed fingertips with sharp, manicured nails into the sensitive, delicate skin around the scar, further irritating the tissue that hadn't had chance to finish healing.

The change was noticed by his friends, his new aversion to touch and insistence on wearing clothing that had enough of a collar to hide his neck. But once he'd got into the habit it was too hard for him to break, even after his mother had left town again. Her cruel words echoing in his head for far too long.

#whumptober2023 #no.17 #touch aversion #collar #stranger things #fic #steve harrington #steve harrington has bad parents #steve harrington whump #atimeofyourwrites

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emeliejeannie · 3 months

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last chapter of "Open my eyes" today :(

it's been so fun following this fic, geeking, freaking out, almost having multiple heart attacks, all that fun stuff. so when it comes out later tonight (it's nighttime for me) I will try and write an "essay" on it. my thoughts, feelings, etc. and it will probably be on this post, so look out for that. (now under the cut)

this fic is so well written. everything comes together so smoothly!

I adore the pure ACCURACY of these characters. the entire time I was reading, I went "this is SO them!!!" I just love the way Bugga writes, man.

Cerise made me want to strangle the screen! so good, this is how you make a character dislikeable in a good way.

and also! I didn't think this was possible, but ofc, Bugga does the impossible yet again. she made me LIKE FELIX. the people who know me know that I can't stand that dude. but Bugga changed my mind somehow. it's so mind blowing how just writing alone can change someone's mind like that.

I felt so sad for AdriChat, my poor baby. he's been through so much, and I hope the show will address this in S6 like Bugga did here. there's so much to unpack, and she did it all in just a 15 chapter fanfiction... FOR FREE. I would pay to read this if I could. I doubt the writers will accomplish anything even remotely close to this masterpiece. Adrien's reactions are so realistic for his character, so justified. I could feel his anger and sadness when reading, and I understood every action and thought. he was so great here.

and Marinette... my favorite girlfailure Marinette.

she's so accurate the way she responds to things. Marinette is ACTION, she doesn't think much before she goes through with things. she fails sometimes to consider "what would *person* want in this situation?"

example: Guilttrip with Juleka and Rose, the s5 finale (lying to Adrien to avoid hurting him), Mr pigeon 72 with Kagami, etc.

she's so focused on trying to protect the person or make them feel better that the thought of putting herself in their shoes slips her mind. that doesn't mean she's selfish or emotionless. just that she tends to get tunnel-sighted a lot.

(there's a post abt that, which explains it pretty well by @parismystere, here: https://www.tumblr.com/parismystere/665795662618771456/marinette-is-sympathetic-adrien-is-empathetic)

in conclusion: I love this artwork so much. everything is so... just 🤌🏻, I could kiss it if I could. thank you so much @buggachat for sharing this with us.

BRB, about to re-read Open my eyes now.

#miraculous ladybug #open my eyes #buggachat #rip my sleep schedule #miraculous fanfic #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

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apupp3tw0-strings · 3 months

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Darkness up in the Attic

Date: October 16th, 2131

Vile, violated, disgusted. I don't even know where to start with describing what happened. The only thing I can focus on is how... invaded I feel.

Do any of you know what it feels like to hold a human soul? No? I really REALLY wish I didn't know the feeling. Even staring at the so- at that THING in the jar I shoved it in, it makes me uncomfortable.

Okay okay, back tracking. Focus. Gotta give context. Okay so Kris, CK, and Jevil came over today. Puncle Sans was gonna come too, but he was apparently busy napping. They came over so Papa and Kris could better sort out how to help Spam and Jev. So while they talked about that and other adult stuff, CK, Jevil, Spamton and I got out some legos to play with.

The day seemed to be going well, even with Jevil pranking and antagonizing Spamton. However I found something... interesting when I took Spamton to the other room to cool down and hopefully prevent him from strangling Jevil. The door to the attic. It was like... pulsing darkness. Just like the door to the school storage closet was when CK and I first stumbled into Castle Town. Someone had opened a Dark World in the attic.

Obviously I remembered what Kris and Seam had said with the Roaring and how multiple Dark Worlds were bad, but I also knew that my sister, Broadway was up there, and I hadn't seen glam come down yet this morning. Glee must've still been up there. I thought about telling Kris but... what if Broadway got stuck up there in the Dark World when Kris closed it. What would happen? ... So I tried calling CK over instead.

After convincing CK we should at least scope this out before grabbing the adults (gyeh, funny how usually HE'S the one convincing ME to do reckless and stupid stuff like this), CK mentioned how we probably need someone to distract Papa and Kris so they don't get too suspicious. Which is where I suggested Spamton and Jevil distract them. CK was the one who suggested they distract the adults by misusing Papa's kind heart and desire to help people, for the record. While Spamton seemed apprehensive to the idea, Jevil ended up dragging it off before it had much chance to object. I presume the plan worked, even if I seemed like Jevil mostly just ended up annoying Kris and Papa focused on talking to Spamton (which I guess is a good thing?) by the time we got back, and no one ended up following us (though know I sorta wish Kris did...)

We landed in a rocky, cliffy place filled with cobwebs and dust, and at first I was separated from CK. Wasn't too long until I found him though, as i could hear him sneezing from like, a mile away. As we were thinking how a Dark Fountain could have possibly been opened up here and just what exactly Broadway was doing in the attic, we were suddenly attacked from above. Someone was flinging a bunch of rain drop and frog shaped bullets our way, meaning we had to run as fast as our legs could carry us. That was until we came to a dead end...

It was okay though! The attacker turned out to be an old frog plush I used to take everywhere and have had since I was like, a baby. Remienotta, aka Remie. (I always wonder where I'd misplaced her, guess she was up here all along.) Turns out Remie thought we were working with some dude called The Magician (who we encountered not long after) and that's why they attacked us. After that was cleared up, Remie offered to help us find Broadway before jumping off the nearby cliff, using her umbrella to float down Mary Poppins style, and lead us to her fort.

At Remie's Fort, we ended up running into Broadway, who looks even more like a teen idol pop star in the Dark World and was VERY excited once glee realized that THIS was a Dark World like the ones I'd been talking about all week. Also at the Fort is where we encountered The Magnificent Magico, aka The Magician for the first time. A tall blue Darkner with ana 8-ball for a head, a somewhat unsettling grin, floating hands, and wearing a stage magician's get up. He crashed through Remie's barricade before declaring he was sent by the High Priestess to stop us from closing the Dark Fountain. Aaaaaas well as informed us that the only way to leave was by closing the Fountain. (Gyeh. Great. Just our luck right? It gets worse later.) After that Magician had some Halographic Ruddins attack us before capturing and making off with Broadway.

And thus our new party consisting of myself, CK, and Remie continued forward through this new Dark World and entered the Dusty Plains...

To be continued in next entry, I need to at least TRY to sleep. (Considering how today went however, I'm not sure how successful I'll be in that.)

#chicago #deltarune au #deltarune: fool's fate #fool's fate #undertale au #undertale ish #writing #ck #comic kings #Remienotta #Remie #Kris #spamton #Jevil #magico #Broadway #the Magician

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creating a tag list btw if anybody wants to be tagged each time i post these then let me know!! (replies/dms/ask box)

Hannibal song of the day : song no.2

a bit about the song:

"Want" (released in 2000) is a song by Recoil, an artist I mentioned in my previous post. Recoil is Alan Wilder's music project. It was produced and written by him along with the vocalist Nicole Blackman. The vocals are spoken and the instrumental is simple yet with a lot of layers, quite dark with a focus on the drums, fitting the downtempo, triphop and experimental genre of the song. The meaning of the song is pretty straightforward, all of the sentences starting with "I want". It explores the themes of control and desires. The narrator wants to regain control, get revenge and destroy the ones that wronged them, the ones who they have loved, the ones that took away control from the narrator and destroyed them. It could be multiple things, people, substances, etc. although in my mind, I see it as the narrator aiming this only on one specific person. They want satisfaction and feel like they'll get it through vengeance.

when I hear this song I can really only think of one person, WILL. I have talked about this song before on my other blog and somebody said that this song was literally written by Will, every line just gets better and more accurate and I agree SO SO much. Not only do the lyrics fit WORD FOR WORD, the overall vibe just fits the show so much. This song really reminds me of honeypot/season 2 Will, if a song could explain his mindset and feelings about Hannibal (ignoring the fact that he was falling in love LMAOOO), then this would be the song, perhaps about how Hannibal ruined his life along with others.(more or less before finding Hannibal's actual plan of running away with Will since that's why Hannibal was isolating Will)

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Intro

"I want to know how it will end I want to be sure of what it will cost I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me"

This is literally Will's intentions at the beginning of season 2. By the end of season 1, he realises what Hannibal has done to him, how he lied and manipulated him and through time, realised that Hannibal framed him for his own murders. His plan was to get revenge, end Hannibal and regain control.

The narrator wants to see how their story with their oppressor will end, they want to be sure of what it will take, they want the satisfaction of knowing that they have hurt them back. Will seems to want this as well, he himself literally confessed to Hannibal that he wants to kill him. WITH HIS HANDS. He wants to be the one to kill Hannibal, at least the one to initiate it, since he literally sent somebody else to kill Hannibal (although I feel like he would have regretted now killing him himself).

The narrator feels resentment and wants to hurt the ones that have hurt their trust and lied to them, breaking the promises they made - The same for Will. He was used by everyone, especially Jack who wanted him in the field so bad, everyone promising to protect him and not let him get "too close", but yet he did - Why? because of Hannibal. Hannibal was Will's psychiatrist, he took on the responsibility of Will's stability and mental health, he assured Jack that Will is strong enough for the field, lied to Will saying that there was nothing wrong with his brain (bros brain was literally melting into a soup) and just overall fucking with his brain. Nobody noticed what Hannibal did to Will and nobody believed Will when he saw Hannibal's true side and intentions, the promises they made about keeping him safe were not fulfilled.

"I want you to call me on your drug phone I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later"

Drug phones are phones usually used secretly, kept away from personal usage, usually for drug deals or illicit activities - a person's secret part of their identity. For the narrator, it is most likely literal, the oppressor most likely encouraged the use of drugs, probably weakening the narrator and making them more vulnerable and dependent, that's how their got control (or the oppressor is literally drugs and the narrator is talking about giving up drugs and regaining control over their life).

whichever it is, drugs don't fit the theme of the show that much (although reminds me of the call hannibal made to Hobbs' house and Will calling Hannibal in mizumono), but I still can see a connection to the show taking into the account the fact that drug phones are used to contact people in secret, letting the recipient see the secret part of the caller, a part that they hide away from the public. Because of that, I think the line can still be applied to Hannibal. He sees Will as somebody who can understand him - throughout the show, he was slowly revealing himself to Will, although even if that's not what he was trying to do, Will figured it out anyhow. For Will and Hannibal, I see this line as Will wanting Hannibal to admit to his murders and other secrets Hannibal has been keeping away.

now the last like is quite clear when it comes to hannigram......... literally could be applied for both sides, but we're talking about Will so we're gonna talk about Will.

Will had multiple moments where he could kill Hannibal, but didn't. I personally think it's cuz he was falling in love (and let's be real, their love language with each other is literally trying to kill each other, but then not going through with it, that's so incredibly romantic that ur lover just loves u sm that he doesn't wanna kill u omgggg couple goals) - let's take the moment where Hannibal was tied up to be fed to Mason's pigs for example. He had the option to let his desire come true, he literally imagined this exact situation - slicing Hannibal's throat open and leaving him to the pigs (although I'm pretty sure he was imagining what Mason would have done but... still counts). He didn't take it and instead freed Hannibal; He probably did it since his plan was to get justice and get Hannibal caught to prove that he wasn't crazy, but also, because he wanted to kill him himself. Not with the help of others, not at the hands of Mason, if Hannibal is dying then it's gonna be at Will's mercy and his mercy only - yet another idea keeps popping into my mind; the idea that Will was hesitating if to even do it. I don't think he wanted to really kill him, since he said so himself, he became interested in Hannibal. He wanted to get to know him, perhaps find another way of getting revenge, or maybe even choosing mercy and letting him live as he slowly started to realise that he maybe does actually agree with Hannibal. Either way, he was keeping him alive so there was always the possibility of murder, later.

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verse 1

"I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win"

The narrator wants the oppressor to realise what they have done and the narrator is trying their hardest to win over them.

Will wants Hannibal to realise the impact of his actions, whether he realises that Hannibal literally wants this, idk, maybe he did and that's why he decided to try and betray Hannibal instead, but whatever it is, he wants Hannibal to realise what he has done.

Malevolence means to want to hurt and cause harm, hostility. With how Will pretended to murder Freddie, I think the line fits perfectly. He's pretending to murder (ok although he did murder Randall but that's another thing ok...) for Hannibal, to show him that he is becoming him, to try and satisfy Hannibal, this is Will's way to win over Hannibal and get him back for the lying and betraying.

"I want the name of the ruiner I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn"

the narrator wants to ruin the oppressor, they want to take the title of a ruiner away and reclaim it, and so does Will. He wants to be the one to ruin Hannibal.

The matches remind me the burning body that was supposed to be Freddie's and how he said that Freddie was the fuel for the murderer, so he turned her into what she is, a fire that ignited him, started his new life as a killer. The fact that the lyrics say to "suddenly burn" just elevates it for me even mor considering that this was probably an improvised plan, I think he did plan to somehow frame a murder but to use fire as a metaphor was sudden in my eyes. He wanted to create a performance in Hannibal's style as technically Hannibal was his mentor for this, make this look like art, a performance (unless it was Hannibal's idea to set her on fire? lol if that was implied then i don't remember it oops), also perhaps overall Will trying to get an opportunity to betray hannibal, wait for the perfect moment but be prepared?

"I want you to know that being kind is overrated I want to write my secret across your sky"

Ngl I see this more as Hannibal saying this to Will, telling him that kindness is overrated and wanting to reveal his secrets to Will, although this can also maybe be Will telling others like Jack or Alana that he doesn't need their kindness and pity, after all they did break their promises, and the "write my secret across your sky" could be towards them as well, about revealing Hannibal's secret or actually writing his secret in Hannibal's sky, the secret being his plan of betraying him. After all, he did warn him about FBI coming during mizumono, as if he didn't really want his plan to go through and for Hannibal to run away. Honestly? with this line anything will work since there's so many secrets in this show lol

"I want to watch you lose control I want to watch you lose"

oh god these lyrics. Literally Will.

Hannibal is known for his control, Will knows it too, even tells Jack to not underestimate him, because he's always in control of the situation, one way or another. Will wants to take that away, he wants to see him weak, out of control, lost, he's curious about that. He's constantly trying to figure out which buttons to push and when to get him into this state - for fun? perhaps. to get back on him? yeah probably. probably both

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verse 2

"I want to know exactly what it's going to take I want to see you insert yourself into glory"

For the narrator, the glory can be the loss of control they're aiming for their opressor to be in, wanting to see what it will take for them to lose it. This could be from Will's perspective, but I propose a more interesting idea:

Once again, I can see those as more Hannibal saying these to Will rather than Will saying this. Hannibal literally saw himself in Will, he saw the potential of Will becoming Hannibal and surviving it, him being at the same level as him. He really kept pushing Will, seeing what it would take to get him to that point (encephalitis apparently...) and insert Will into "glory" - they even talked about how "enlightened" and changed Will felt after committing the murders. To Hannibal, accepting your dark side and murdering is glory after all; That's what God does and are we not created in his image?

"I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been I want you to watch when I go down in flames"

The narrator wants their oppressor to watch them elevate and to frame them, have the evidence of what the oppressor has done to them and to use it against them to bring them down.

This can be seen from the perspective of Will's plan, getting to know Hannibal and letting him manipulate him to see Hannibal for what he really is, and perhaps it would even help him to understand what to use against him. The lyrics about the flames feels like another part of the "I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn", how Freddie was his fuel and he has set himself on fire to be reborn as a "killer". He wanted Hannibal to see it so he would be convinced.

(technically Hannibal did scar Will, left him with a "smile" as he calls it. mf literally gave him a C-section scar. but i feel like in this context it doesn't fit? but maybe this line could be taken paradoxically, Will wanting Hannibal to mark him so that he constantly remembers him and feels him, afterall he feels the best when he's around Hannibal and can't forget him no matter how hard he tries.)

"I want a list of atrocities (Done in your name)"

Will wanting a list of atrocities done in Hannibal's name should be pretty self-explanatory, he wants evidence to frame him and prove that he was right.

"I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back"

for the narrator, it's overall accepting the dark desires and their dark side, seeing what would happen if they took the "dark, bad" path instead of the "light, good" path, the dark path being revenge and light path being letting go. Choosing the dark path would mean picking themselves, betraying the social norm, but picking the light path would mean betraying themselves, not satisfying their soul and desires because according to society, revenge of such intensity and violence is bad. mmm juxtaposition and paradox

I can see this as Will hesitating which side to choose, the "dark" side (Hannibal) or the "light" side (FBI and justice)(although one can argue that the dark side is FBI and overall going into the crime field and light side is having a "normal" life). Through the show we can see his curiosity about the dark side keeps on growing and he slowly starts to explore it. Perhaps what reached back was wendigo.

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verse 3

the most straightforward one, I dont even know what to say help lol

"I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer"

i mean. do i have to explain that one

just Will trying to recollect what happened during his episodes and what Hannibal done to him, especially him trying to remember what happened when he kept losing time and the fact that Hannibal shoved a tube down his throat to put Abigail's ear in there. like. woah. what the fuck

"I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open"

wendiggoooooooooooooooooo

trying to kill wendigo, he just really wants him dead. But also reminds me of the scene where Will is being born as wendigo to show that he has successfully become Hannibal.

"I want to taste my own kind"

well.

he does decide to eat ppl for Hannibal (simp)

but nah also the temptation of accepting his dark side and choosing hannibal - his own kind, someone he feels understood by.

"I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side"

my man sweats buckets(and seas apparently), I think he knows what it feels like.

but also, "to see if it's different on this side". Overall, I think we can agree that being wrapped in cold wet sheets is prob not the most comfortable and feels incredibly weird, it's supposed to make you feel uncomfortable and the narrator is powerful enough and accepting enough of the uncomfortable to chose it instead of a something comfortable - let's say the cold, wet sheets representing the vengeance but the "other side" (comfortable, probably dry sheets...) being a quiet, mundane life. That's what Will struggled to choose between, the quiet and mundane life or a life with Hannibal.

overall this whole verse, for the narrator, I feel like it's them giving into those dark desires and testing them. Specifically for Will, it's everything Will decides to do for Hannibal, to get to that dark side, try it, taste it, or what Hannibal made Will do to get to that dark side and the aftermath of Will going perhaps too far, not knowing if he wants to stay on that side with Hannibal or return to the light side and get revenge on Hannibal.

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verse 4

"I want you to come on strong I want to leave you out in the cold I want the exact same thing, but different"

the narrator wants to the the same thing back, but even though it's technically the same, it will feel much different.

Will too, he wanted to come onto Hannibal strong, shock him, be forceful with him to get him off guard and leave him out in the cold suddenly, just like Hannibal did with him; He gained Will's trust and dependency and then framed him for his murders, completely destroying those two things - why? honestly idfk, to interest Will??? this man is weird and peculiar individual and his decisions are just there cuz he's a curious bitch I really don't get them sometimes lol

but Will wants to do gain the same thing, but not to interest Hannibal but to regain the control that Hannibal took from him. Same thing, but different

"I want some soft drugs... some soft, soft drugs"

give this boy some aspirin

but ok for the narrator, as I suggested, because of the repeating theme of drugs, maybe the narrator is having withdrawl symptoms or maybe they want the same thing they had - the trust and dependency on someone, but soft, genuine, and loving. Devotion and influence.

Maybe that's what Will wants as well, or just want to get high to forget about this all and relax for once omfg give this man a break PLEASE let him go on a fishing trip in peace.

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verse 5

"I want to throw you I want you to know I know I want to know if you read me"

narrator is getting aggressive, they want the oppressor to realise that the narrator has seen through their games and won't accept them any longer, and so does Will. it's very straight forward, I always think of Will holding Hannibal at gun point in s1 ep13 when he realises what Hannibal has done, he wanted Hannibal to know that he figured him out, and also "i want to know if you read me" in my eyes applies to both as they both realise that they understand each other. I can kinda see Hannibal saying that line to Will and Will being a menace and replying with the next "I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit" lol

but also, Will wants to know if Hannibal caught on, well, hoping that he didn't, and Hannibal, hoping that Will caught on on the fact that he wants the two to run away together. They're both reading each other all the time but this one time, failed, too blinded by the pain from the betrayals.

"I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you'll do I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted I want a controlling interest I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die I want to be your secret hater I want to stop destroying you but I can't

And I want and I want and I want and I will always be hungry And I want and I want and I want"

This sudden switch up is very quick and violent, expressing the anger and hatred the narrator is feeling; They're trying to regain control and dominance of the situation, perhaps they're going through with their plan - the wound being "self-inflicted" makes it sound as if they have planned this and are framing the oppressor, but try to appear innocent to others as they want to be seen as a "secret hater" - but it seems like the situation is getting out of control again, as they realise they can't stop anymore... or, the narrator hasn't come through with the plan but will never stop wanting to and the anger they feel will never disappear and they realise that without revenge, they will never feel satisfied. They will never stop wanting.

ok I still didn't watch season 3, but from spoilers and knowledge i have, I think i can make something out because this verse reminds me of season 2 but also the last few lines remind me of season 3. I see Will as someone that can be impulsive sometimes and this ending verse seems very impulsive. He's constantly trying to figure Hannibal out whilst trying to think of what he can do to break him, he wants to understand why Hannibal did what he did to him, but as he's doing so, he realises that maybe he doesn't want to go through with the plan of destroying him, because he's starting to understand Hannibal(and also finding out that Hannibal wanted to give Will everything back and run away together probably completely changed his view on Hannibal's actions). He wants to stop but he can't and no matter what he will try to do, he will never stop wanting to destroy him. His love for Hannibal just got as strong as his resentment, not to mention the fact that he didn't see the two running away safely together as an option, or perhaps thinks it's too late, he has gotten way too deep in the plan of destroying Hannibal and now can't back out even though he wants to.

in conclusion i'm insane cuz i spent 4 hours writing this................ but truly i've never heard a song that suits him more. Their trust issues are insane i love them.

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additional notes:

HIGHLY recommend listening to missing piece and want together istg those songs together just represent will and hannibal individually so so well

could have used this energy and enthusiasm on my media studies essay but whatever we ball

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my playlist

to anybody who read this, thank you and hope you enjoyed my rant<3

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fingersinmyhair · 4 months

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WHOLE NSFW ASK MEME POST FOR GABRIEL MAY!!! ❤️

of course <3 for you and @pixiehoneyccfinds

ALL of my nsfw hcs for gabriel may under the cut <3

cum headcanon with gabriel may:

he cums fast and he cums hard, touch starved from years of living vicariously through his sister

he prefers anal orgasms, as it feels more intimate, and he can face his sexual opponent

first time hc:

his first time, he somehow finds two lucky people to fuck and take care of him, fucking both holes while he gives madison the best dream of her life, while he drools and appreciates every minute he can get of the body being his

masturbation hc:

picturing him stradding a chair, madison facing the chair and him facing out, as he rides two toys in both holes, fucking so desperately that the chair creaks and moans under him

oral hc:

giving: he's a messy head giver, sure of himself but wanting as much as he can get, eating you out/blowing you through multiple orgasms for his own good

receiving: he's a head pusher in a sexy, demanding way and he always wants more

kinky hc:

his favorite kinks are knifeplay and biting

dangerous hc:

he's killed several of his sexual partners after the deed has been done, sometimes during

soft sex:

he loves eye contact and holding your head close, forehead to forehead, as you fuck him nice and deep

birthday sex:

he never expects birthday anything so he's appalled and needy when you wake him up with head

making love:

he tells you with he loves you while he's twisted up like a pretzel taking your cock/strap, begging for more and keeping you as close as possible

music he has sex to:

heavy metal for sure

fave time of day to have sex:

as the sun is going down and the room is full of pinks and oranges

how he eats pussy:

with fervor and desperation, two fingers shoved inside you

how he sucks cock:

sloppy and perhaps with a little bit of teeth

something they're really shy asking for:

being choked surprisingly makes him so so weak and flustered

phone sex:

he telekinetically connects to your phone while you're in the middle of phone calls and by the end of the phone call with him you always have a hand shoved in your pants, fucking yourself for him

naughty pictures:

sends you tasteful nudes in lingerie belonging to madison, contorting and flexing for you

shower/bath sex:

gabriel pressed with his front to the shower wall while you hold him up, fucking his ass from behind, his wet hair effectively hiding madison's face and existence

car sex:

demands you pull over on the side of the road so he can give you head then ride you like no tomorrow

how loud he is:

very very growly, very vocal but not too loud

sex toys:

absolutely loves buttplugs and those thrusting ones especially

an after sex snack:

you if you are not careful

joking, he fucking loves oatmeal raisin cookies

tipsy sex:

loves loves giving you head while you're drunk, but if he's drunk ypu're not getting your genitals away from his mouth /lh

silly sex:

he's very ticklish, almost everywhere

sex that sent you to the ER:

he has strangled you and gone overboard before, as well as accidentally cutting yourself on one of his knives under the pillow

sex on the beach:

he HATES it

orgasm:

arches his back deeply, contorting through strong orgasms, gripping the sheets and keening for you

morning sex:

loves being woken up with head almost as much as he loves waking you up by pleasuring you slow and steady until you're gasping awake

filming sex:

he asks for it very very rarely, but when he does, he wants something very specific each time, building a video for his viewing pleasure and to torture you with later

celebration sex:

fucks you hard and fast with either his fingers or your shared strap, making you really feel him after he succeeds in hunting an enemy down

sending/receiving nudes:

he covets every single picture you send him, having even a small shrine dedicated to you and your body in the attic

making out:

he is so sensitive to you groping his tits while you kiss him, and he lovvvess his tongue being sucked on. he loves sloppy kisses, lots of drool

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SDRA2 Boys with a innocent Girlfriend who Daughter of Genma Saotome From Ranma 1/2 who have a curse that he'll turn into a Panda if he gets wet in cold water and human in hot water at first The Boys try to get along with him which is working out alright until he admits casually while Y/N is away he have given Y/N hands to other people before without Y/N knowledge and tries to convince the boys to leave her but instead Y/N is confuse of why her boyfriend made her move in with them (Part 1)

Here’s what the second part said:

But Follows along and wonders where her Dad went *The Boys secretly put him in a panda Zoo* base on some episode of Ranma 1/2 where it reveals Genma habit of selling his kid hand in marriage multiple times just to get free food or stuff despite making a promise vow to arrange his hand marriage to his childhood friend daughter

This prompt is a bit difficult, but I tried my best!

Mikado Sannoji:

....Was your dad a wizard too??

As someone who uses actual magic on a daily basis, he easily believed you, but was definitely surprised. Don't worry though, the secret is safe with him! ^o

He puts on his best hat and cape when meeting your father, and even offers to perform some magic tricks for him! He doesn't have any experience with parents, but he's trying his best for you!

He's overjoyed when things seem well between him and your dad, and attempts some casual conversation when you briefly leave. When your father tells him to break up with you, his mask goes completely blank.

"...Excuse me?"

As your father explains what he did, offering your hand in marriage, your love and your life like it was just an object to him, Mikado nearly burns the house down. His magic rarely gets out of control, but the complete anger he feels is a fire in itself. He is still sizzling with rage even when both of you had already left.

He insists on moving in together that very night, and barely leaves your side. The moment you’re asleep, he places your dad in the panda zoo and doesn't look back. He probably threw some bamboo at him for good measure.

The next morning, he makes you breakfast and acts like nothing happened. Anyone who claims to be your fiancé better leave in the next few moments if they don't want to be burned alive. Mikado would never tell you what he did to your dad, but eventually would tell you what your father had done, being by your side at every moment.

It hurts him knowing what you had been through, but he'll always be there to help.

"It's going to be alright, Y/n. That man will never use you ever again..."

Yuri Kagarin:

He sits in quiet confusion when you tell him about your dads special ability, but as his lover, he completely trusts you and will take your word for it.

When meeting your dad, he tries to tone down his aggression towards males. Sure, this guy was a man, but he's the man who raised you and loved you. He could make an exception for your family.

It's definitely awkward, Yuri trying to keep his anti-male comments to himself, still treats your father as kindly as he can. He's genuinely surprised when they get along decently, but he internally begs you not to leave.

"W-Well...the sky is rather blue today..."

"I want you to break up with Y/n."

"...Что, черт возьми, ты только что сказал, мужчина?"

He has to hold himself back when your father admits to giving away your hand in marriage for things as small as free food. His fingers are strangling air by the time you return, and he doesn't hesitate to take you and leave.

When you agree to move in with him, he buys a new house as far away from your dad as possible with as many security measures he can get. Any male that claims to be your fiancé? They're gonna be scared for their life by the time he's done with them. Any female that claims to be your fiancé? He explains the situation and that you're taken, but still tells them to stay away.

He wants to hire a hitman for your father, but instead puts him in the panda zoo. He could easily hire someone to do it for him, but you trusted him with the knowledge of your dad's ability, and he wouldn't give it away for anything.

"Hey, babe? Do you know where my dad could be?"

"Hmm? I'm not sure, Цветок. However, I just booked us reservations for that restaurant we wanted to go to!"

He feels absolutely zero remorse for what he did to your dad, and will gladly take it to his grave. However, he does feel terrible knowing what you've been through, and might tell you what your father did eventually. Until then, he'd give you the life you deserve.

Shinji Kasai:

"Wh-What? Y/n, what do you mean...?"

He's extremely confused when you tell him, and while he doesn't really believe you, he'll smile and nod. He trusts you, but the idea of your father having this ability is too absurd to imagine. He knows he's out of loop with technology and other current wonders but this is a bit much-

With your dad, he's loud and more extroverted, but still a bit shy since he's meeting your family. He feels like he's really bonding with your dad, and admires the relationship you have with him. He doesn't mind when you briefly leave, happily (and loudly) starting another conversation.

When your dad tells him to break up with you, revealing that he has already offered your hand in marriage to other people behind your back, he's filled with rage and disgust. Shinji sternly refuses, and the moment you're back, he's getting you away from this man.

Every bone in his body wants to tell you the truth about what your father has done, but... to break your sweet heart knowing how much you love your dad... he can't do it.

He tries legal action, and even talking to your dad again when that doesn't work. He'll explain the situation to anyone who claims to be your fiancé, and keeps you as far away from the drama as possible. You had a right to choose who you want to marry, and the fact that your own family would take that away from you pissed him off.

It would take a LOT to push Shinji to the point of putting your father in a zoo, but when he does, he's completely filled with guilt. It won't even be a week before he admits everything.

"Y/n...Y-You...you deserve to choose who you want to marry. He can't take your freedom away from you like that...I'm so sorry..."

Shinji will always be there for you, and always give you the option to not forgive him and walk away. He understands the wrong in what he and your father did, and he's willing to face the consequences.

Nikei Yomiuri:

"A person who turns into a panda in cold water!? What a scoop!"

You probably have to beg Nikei to not publish an article about your dad. Even when you convince him not to do it, he'll still bring it up time to time, assuring you that he would keep the identity anonymous. However, he can't say no to your innocent puppy eyes, so he whines a bit and keeps quiet about it.

When he meets your dad, he definitely brings it up and asks questions about it. The whole meeting is practically an interview, but Nikei tries his best to talk about himself a bit as well. He isn't worried when you briefly leave, thinking him and your dad were actually getting along, but when he asks Nikei to break up with you, he nearly breaks his pen in half.

He honestly wants to hit your father with his notepad, and nearly does at one point. Your own father giving away your hand in marriage behind your back multiple times for some reasons as small as free food!? It just so happens that this is probably the biggest scoop of the century, but he knows how the press would press you for interviews about it, and you wouldn't be in a good space to respond.

Putting your dad in the panda zoo was definitely a void operation. Emma distracted any zookeepers, Hajime kept anyone else out of the way, Iroha helped Nikei put your unconscious dad in a habitat and ended up falling into the enclosure-

If anyone appears, claiming to be your fiancé, Nikei wouldn't hesitate to threaten them, which doesn't usually work given his weak appearance, but this man would ruin them with the press if they don't back off.

Despite his chattiness and job for unveiling the truth, he would never tell you what happened with your father, or where he is now. He doesn't want to ruin your innocence and break your heart, so he puts on a smile and tells you that he has no idea where your dad is.

"Nikei...I'm starting to think my dad is missing... I haven't seen him anywhere!"

"Missing!? Well, don't worry Y/n! Nikei Yomiuri is on the case!"

He assures you that he'll type up a missing persons report for the police, or maybe create an article to ask the public. You can only smile and hug him, telling him that you couldn't imagine where you'd be without him. It's times like those that Nikei feels the guilt and burdens of what he did, but he'll bury it down, telling himself that he'll take it to his grave.

Yuki Maeda:

"Your father...turns into a panda..." Yuki slowly repeats what you just told him.

It was definitely the strangest thing he had heard you say, and while he wants to believe you, his head can barely wrap around it. Should he bring your dad some bamboo then?

He's extremely nervous about meeting your dad, enough that he's shaking, despite your father being seemingly harmless. Yuki tries to be charming, but is extremely awkward and shy, which only increases as you briefly leave. He's only pulled out of his thoughts of wishing for you to return by your father telling him to break up with you.

He assumes your father doesn't like him, but when he explains the real reason why, Yuki feels sick to his stomach. Yuki can barely speak, and as your father continues to pressure him, he snaps that he's not going to break up with you.

Under most circumstances, Yuki would tell you what happened immediately, but he couldn't get out the words he wanted to say. He saw how happy you were that he got along with your dad, just like how well you got along with him mom. To break your kind heart like that....

Torn, Yuki seeks advice from his big bro, who is the one to suggest moving you in with him. Together, Yuki and Shinji end up placing your dad in the panda zoo, making them both shocked that you weren't joking, but also feeling a bit bad for doing this, even if your father was a scumbag.

If anyone claims to be your fiancé, Yuki tries to get them as far away from you as possible. He tells them that you never consented to them having your hand in marriage and for them to leave you alone. It's not very convincing, but with your innocence, you always thought it was some kind of joke.

Yuki can't hide what he and your dad did from you. After a few months, he breaks down and admits what your father told him when they first met, and what he did in turn. He admits to telling Shinji, but begs you not to blame him for anything.

It's a lot to take in... Yuki doesn't know how to help you, but he wants to try his best.

"Yuki...thanks for telling me."

"...I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm so sorry..."

You wrap your arms around him, and the two of you just cradle each other, whispering words of forgiveness and reassurance.

Hajime Makonouchi:

"...What?"

He tries to believe you when you tell him about your dad turning into a panda, given how he was literally saved by luck from the heavens, but he can't wrap his head around that. Hajime knows you won't lie to him, so he mostly just takes your word for it.

When meeting your dad, he stays polite and patient, making a few health recommendations here and there for both humans and pandas. He's a bit awkward and tries to break the ice when you leave, but your Dad beats him to it by urging him to break up with you.

His eyes widen as he gets even more shocked and horrified as your father explains what he did behind your back. His own parents may have left him, but your father gave you away as if you were nothing but an object. All his instincts tell him to get you away from this situation, and that's exactly what he does.

He smiles as he helps you move in with him, making any excuse not to see your dad. Honestly, it was probably his divine luck that landed your father in the panda zoo, so his hands are clean. Still, he feels a bit of guilt for keeping this away from you, and his heart breaks knowing how the person you trusted as a parent used you.

If anyone claims to be your fiancé, his build and talent alone are usually enough to scare them away. If not, he'll tell them that you never consented to it, and it was done behind your back.

It would be a while before he's able to tell you about what your father did, but he's there to comfort you, knowing how betrayal from a parent feels.

"Hajime.... Do you know where my dad is now?"

"...He's fine, but... let's not talk about him. This is about you."

Syobai Hashimoto:

When you told him about your dad turning into a panda, he did not believe you in the slightest. He honestly thought you were saying some stupid joke.

He won't believe it until he actually sees it for himself, and even then, he can barely process it

Syobai doesn't have high expectations for getting along with your dad, as he's literally the type of guy that parents would keep you away from. Still, he wore his tie right and introduced himself for free.

Syobai can admit that he's not a good person, but holy shit did your dad make him look like a saint. He knew from your dads expression that he was waiting for you to leave to say something, but the fact that he had given your hand in marriage without you knowing caught him completely off guard.

He drops his cigarette, before slowly picking it up and using the closest surface as an ashtray. With your kindness and innocent personality, he assumed that your father would be the kind person you described him to be, but now he was asking him to give up one of the few good things in his life so he could marry you off without your knowledge? Hell no.

He honestly just wanted to kill your dad, and almost did, taking his knife out of his coat pocket. However, you returned soon after, and he didn't want to ruin you with this. You're definitely surprised when he asks you to move in with him so suddenly, as Syobai was usually rather cold and wanted to take things slow, but you happily accepted.

He feels absolutely no remorse putting your father in the zoo. He would rather see him dead, but the punishment was appropriate, considering how much he treated you like some sort of prize to give away.

If anyone asks about your hand in marriage, or if anyone claims they were already given your hand, he'll take out his knife and threaten them. He was your boyfriend, if they had a problem with that, they could take it up with him.

Despite his usual bluntness, he wouldn't tell you anything that happened. He thinks about your bastard of a father every now and then, and while he didn't have parents himself, he knows the truth would hurt you.

"Hey, babe? I know that you aren't close with my dad, but... do you have any idea where he might be? I can't find him anywhere..."

At your question, Syobai leaned back, taking another hit of his cigarette,

"I dunno. He'll turn up eventually."

Teruya Otori:

He honestly thought you either crazy or joking when you told him about your dad's ability. He thinks your messing with him, and needs to see it to actually start to process it

He's happy to get along with your dad, considering how well you got along with his! Maybe your dads could be friends or something!

When you briefly leave the conversation, he continues smiling and chatting with your dad, but pauses after seeing his darkening expression.

"...? Is everythin' alright?"

He's taken aback after hearing what your father has done. He doesn't realize that he's shaking with anger until you point it out. He's too stunned to reply to your father's words and request to breakup with you, but there's no way he's doing it.

For a while, he's distant and hesitant, wanting to tell you the truth about your dad but he doesn't want to break your heart. If he learned that his own father done something like that...

Teruya wanted to go to his dad for advice, but stopped himself. He wasn't a coward anymore, and this wasn't something he had the right to share. Still, the more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets, to the point where you think he's mad at you.

It hurts him to look into your innocent eyes, knowing how much you have been unknowingly taken advantage of. Placing your father in a panda zoo was one of his few moments of being driven by anger, and he can barely sleep knowing what he did.

Teruya avoids anyone who claimed to have your hand in marriage, which was too many people to count. Knowing you were practically given away by your dad just for something as small as free food broke him. He starts acting overprotective and you're only getting more confused.

Eventually, you snap at him despite your innocence,

"Teruya! What has gotten into you!? You act distant, then ask me to move in with you, act distant again, and now you'll barely leave me alone! What is going on!? Why are you acting like this!?"

Teruya can't hold back anymore, bursting into tears and admitting everything. He can't keep something like this from you. You deserved to know more than anyone, but he loved you so much...

He can't stop apologizing for what he did, and for hiding what your own father had did. As he was dreading, your heart shatters, and you feel betrayed. Teruya gives you some space for the next few days, checking in every now and then... In a way, he feels like he betrayed you just as much as your dad did.

"Hey...Teruya?"

"..?"

"...Thanks for telling me. You did what you thought was right...can you stay with me?"

The two of you hold each other and cry together. It would be a while before you completely trust him again, or trust anyone for that matter, but you forgive him, accepting that he's there for you on the long road to recovery.

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