#but honestly though i wrote that thing half-serious

[narcissistshandler]

giving miguel head while he explains complicated concepts of the multiverse. 😳 at first he chuckles when reader requests this, but he starts to struggle and lose track of what he was talking about. his voice becomes more desperate as he tries to explain all this stuff he knows to reader with his talons gripping at his love’s skull and his voice shaking and melting into pretty breathy moans until he can’t think of what he was talking about and instead fucks reader’s throat til he’s an overstimulated, sobbing mess

𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗘

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 gn!reader x miguel o'hara

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 blowjob (reader giving), deep throat, slight overstimulation at the end, reader has no gender or genitalia mentioned, a little of blood

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 This was in my drafts for two weeks and honestly I don't remember what/how I wrote half of it, but still, this request was delicious

"—Are you listening to me?"

You blinked, seeming to come back to reality and looked into Miguel's judgmental brown eyes.

"I've been speaking Spanish for the last ten minutes," he continued before you had time to speak.

"I am," you insisted. Your first instinct was to lie. The truth was no, you weren't paying the slightest attention to any of all that complicated science and physics coming out of Miguel's mouth, even though from the beginning your focus hadn't left his lips framing every complex and long word, occasionally rising to appreciate that expression of concentration on his usually serious face that shouldn't be so erotic to anyone but you.

Miguel's eyes fell to your lap, as if he could see through the pillow you were holding, his brow immediately frowning in that way that indicated his bad mood.

"So what is the simple concept of what constitutes a Multiverse?" he questioned, sounding so much like a hot, strict teacher that you felt your sex throb in response, too distracted to even try to think of an answer. "What are the ways to overcome the barriers that separate our world from other universes?" Silence. "What happens when there is a divergence in events? Where does the variety of these universes originate?"

You knew the answer to some of these questions as someone who had heard more than enough about this subject: the multiverse was nothing more than the aggregate of parallel realities and bla bla bla. But that wasn't what Miguel wanted to hear, he wanted concise, long and scientifically coherent answers and that's why you preferred to keep your mouth shut.

"You weren't listening," he concluded with a sigh.

"Keep talking, I'll pay attention this time."

Miguel looked into your darkened eyes, noting the warm innuendo in your tone and then once again, his attention fell to the pillow that covered your lap. "You're excited," he observed, then continued seeming disgusted and irritated: "Why? Physics does that to you?"

“You do this to me,” you said. Miguel's expression seemed to become even darker. "You always seem so focused and intelligent while talking about these things I can't understand, it's sexy."

"You were the one who asked me to teach you, I didn't know this was a fantasy of yours," he pointed out.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," you asked soflty as you got up from the sofa where you sat next to Miguel and fell to your knees in front of his feet, your hands running up his bare legs until they slid under the hem of his shorts. "Continue teaching me, please? I promise I'll pay attention this time."

Miguel half growled at you, not seeming too willing to indulge in your fantasies even as his legs opened in pure muscle memory to give you room to fit between them and desire flashed in his eyes.

"How are you supposed to pay attention to what I say with my penis in your mouth? That doesn't seem like a very concise teaching method." Even with you kneeling in front of him on the floor of the apartment's living room, Miguel seemed genuinely concerned about teaching you some real knowledge about multiverse.

You rubbed your hand against the bulge in his shorts to bring him to hardness, laughing a little at how genuine Miguel was sometimes.

"You talk, I listen, then you can test me to see if I really learned something or not."

Miguel opened his mouth, looking ready to retort with some argument, but your fingers fitting into the elastic waistband of his shorts was enough to make him swallow back his words. “Okay,” he agreed finally, lifting his hips off the couch to let you pull his shorts down his legs and discard them on the floor.

"Without underwear?" You inquired teasingly, your fingers closing around Miguel's thick cock that was slowly getting hard for you and pulling him into slow, steady thrusts.

Miguel sighed at the sudden touch, a light blush coloring his cheeks at the teasing.

"Back to the beginning," he started to say, ignoring your words. "When we talk about the Multiverse, this refers to a conception of multiple universes or parallel realities existing simultaneously. Together, these universes are presumed to comprise everything that exists: the entirety of space, time, matter, energy..."

Your tongue trailed in a wet line from the base to the head, interrupting Miguel's speech as he trailed off with a soft sigh.

That usual satisfaction made you smile between the licks you dragged along his length, feeling the pulsation of the bulging veins against your tongue, your fingers keeping his dick firm at the base. Your lips parted, gently sucking the side of the bulbous, red head where drops of precum were beginning to leak.

Miguel let out the most beautiful moan, one of his hands falling into your hair.

“Oh,” he sighed softly, voice already falling into that deep tone that always did things to you. You looked up at the same time you slid your tongue over the slit leaking from his cock; Miguel's eyes met yours, warm and shining. He took a deep breath and continued speaking: "In the concept of multiverse, a scheme is imagined in which... all universes aggregate each other across an infinite vastness..."

He looked so composed even with your mouth on his dick and you wanted to break that composure of his until it became nothing, until his mind stopped working and the only coherent thought he had left was fucking your throat.

Miguel doesn't stop talking when your fingers tighten around his length in a grip that borders on painful and your mouth opens so you can take his length. His cock filled your mouth, the warm, smooth skin sliding over your tongue and inward in a delicious, welcome weight that made your skin tingle. Almost instinctively, you searched for more, leaning forward and taking him deeper, your free hand feeling Miguel's thigh muscles tense under your touch.

Saliva pooled in your mouth and as soon as you pulled your head back, spit slid down his length to his heavy balls and a wet line ran down your chin, a mess you knew Miguel liked. As expected, his breathing stuttered and you saw him losing his train of thought at the sight of your saliva-glossy lips stretching around the thickness of his dick.

"...In addition to the state superpos- superposition property, there are many other phenomena that occur as quantum-scale systems, such as quantum tunneling, quantum e-entanglement..."

The firm fingers tangled in the strands of your hair suddenly became sharper, like thick needles scratching your scalp. The threat of the grab hung in the air, filling your stomach with a tense heat as you realized they were Miguel's deadly talons, which could penetrate through the fragility of your skin in seconds and even an accidental scratch could draw blood. This realization shook you to the core and a moan rose in your throat.

"... So you can connect gravity and the other three forces in an apparently firm way?" he panted, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Dios mío."

It took you a few seconds to understand the jumbled words that came out of his mouth, but when you did you knew that you had achieved your objective, as the argument didn't seem to fit into any part of the multiverse theory.

Tears blocked the corners of your vision, jaw opening wider to take Miguel's cock deeper, the tip slapping against your cheek and tongue before going deeper, and then more and more. The salty taste of precum, sweat, and something else you could only describe as Miguel's taste rising in the back of your throat, clouding all your senses and pushing away the urgency burning between your legs. All that mattered was Miguel.

At that moment, your entire world was just Miguel's body contracting on the couch under the heat of your mouth, the heavy leg he had thrown over your shoulder and his heel digging into your shoulder blade in an attempt to bring you impossibly closer. There was a distinct feeling of discomfort growing in your body, Miguel's grip was strong and painful, his rationality seemed to have dissolved under the pleasure.

"[n-name] [name] [name] [name], por favor." The beautiful moans of your name in his voice echoed through the room in repeated, stammered repetitions.

The gag reflex kicked in, the bulbous head of Miguel's cock pressing past the tightness of your throat. Your eyes closed in an attempt to fight the immediate instinct to choke and suffocate, the desire to give Miguel everything he wanted was stronger. You willingly obeyed the grip of the talons on your head keeping you still, your mouth falling open and easy for the deep thrusts.

Resisting him, the urgency with which his hips undulated, as if he needed the pleasure to breathe, felt equal to having at least one pulled muscle and a deep cut left behind.

Fortunately, fighting him was far from your intention.

You could feel as his dick twitched inside your mouth and the thick, salty liquid filled your throat, which rose and fell as you swallowed. Your eyes opened, tears running down your cheeks, you closed your lips around Miguel's pulsing length, sucking. Miguel's reaction was lascivious, his thrusts becoming erratic, whole body shaking violently, his talons sinking at least a few centimeters into your skin, until it breaks under the pressure.

Hot liquid ran down the back of your neck, the pain was a distant thing in your warm body, your fingers digging into the soft skin of Miguel's thighs as you pressed the nose against the curly hair of his groin. Miguel whimpered as his cock continued to spurt small jets deep down your throat, tears glistening in his eyes and fangs sinking into the lower lip.

You had lied again, you hadn't paid attention to anything he said, but it didn't matter since you doubted that Miguel remembered what even was a subatomic particle now.

#x male reader #x gn reader #across the spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse x male reader #across the spiderverse x gn reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #atsv x male reader #atsv x gn reader #atsv x reader #atsv smut

[dontexpectmuch]

“hello, i am jude bellingham and today i will be interviewing my partner in crime, the love of my life, the straw to my berry, the-“ judes long and exaggerated introduction was interrupted by you, who was sitting next to him on the couch, “don’t overdo it, bellingham.” rolling your eyes and trying to hold back your smile, you lightly hit his shoulder, thus, a smile creeping on his lips.

“right.” he clears his throat, “sorry, darlin’”, shortly looking at you, jude leans closer and softly headbutts you, like a cat would to show its affection to someone.

“today, jude has the opportunity to ask me anything he always has wanted to know.” you continue to explain, not fighting back the smile on your lips anymore.

“this is brought to you by 1&1.” he quickly adds, before looking down at the questions he wrote on the card in his hands .

after dating for one and a half year, your relationship finally public, judes football club, bvb, asked if you two wanted to do a couples video, the football club known for always doing something to bring footballer and fans closer together.

jude was really excited, he finally had an excuse to ask you everything he never really got a clear answer to, while your leg was shaking, nervous from what your boyfriend would ask.

“okay, love.” jude begins, quickly adding, “be honest, though.”

“promise.” you replied, looking at his face as he smirks.

well, fuck.

“wait!” you cut him off before he had even started, “why is he the only one asking me something? what about me?” you look at the people behind the camera, all of them looking at you with an apologetic smile.

“it was judes idea.” daniel, the video director answered.

“judeth.” narrowing your eyes, you look at your boyfriend, him not being sorry at all.

instead of saying anything, jude decides to begin with the first question, “who, besides me, is your football crush?”

“pedri gonzalez.” you answer without any hesitation.

jude, thinking you wouldn’t say a name, looked at you with shock writing over his face. “that was fu- i mean, really fast, babe, like, straight out.”

“you wanted me to answer honestly.”

“i thought i was your football crush?” he, being the oh so well-known drama queen he was, placed his hand on top of his heart, eyes wide.

“well, you can’t be my crush now, can you? you’re my boyfriend.” is all you say, shrugging with your shoulders. “i have thing for spanish men, like, have you seen him?”

“moving on!” jude tries to change the topic as fast as he could, “we will talk about this later, though.” he mumbled under his breath.

“pardon?”

“what would be a break up reason for you?” he asks, putting the question sheet down, legs crossed and upper body turned to you.

“you mean, like, with you? or in general?” you ask, head angled to the left, as you look at his face.

“in general.”

“easy,” you start, sitting up properly and facing the camera to explain everything, “i really like the movie trilogy ‘how to train your dragon.’ like, so much, i can’t even explain it, you just have to put it on whenever i have a bad day and i immediately feel better. but, if the person i’m dating says something like, ‘oh, ew why would you watch this blablabla.’ i’d immediately leave them, i don’t care.” your face was serious, eyebrows knitted together.

“nah, for real.” jude nods, agreeing with you, “that film is an absolute banger.”

“i know, right!” you know turn to face him, happy that your boyfriend seems to enjoy the films just like you do.

“but that’s a child movie.” someone behind the camera voices out, causing yours and judes head immediately to snap to the direction the voice came from, offended looks painted on your faces.

“take it back!” you exclaim.

“for real, i even cried when i saw that scene in the last part.” jude quickly comes to your aim, his hand sneaking behind your waist to draw faint shapes on your hip/waist area.

hearing him say that made you giggle, leaning against his side and putting your elbow on his knee.

and it is true, you guys really were partners in crime, he was the apple to your pie, the smoke to your high.

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#jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x you #football one shot #jude bellingham fluff #x reader #football x reader #football #football imagine #jude bellingham headcanons #bvb #fluff #fanfic #pedri gonzalez

[wonbriiize]

baking with riize

how the members would act if you’d suggest baking something together…

⋆｡‧˚ʚ shotaro ɞ˚‧｡⋆

biggest grin on his face. he stood up and walked over to the kitchen before you could even finish your sentence. “of course i want to bake with you! let’s start right away,” he is so excited. “we should bake cupcakes!”. it‘s making you nervous that you have to tell him that you guys need to buy the ingredients first (you got nothing at home) because you don’t want shotaro to feel sad about it, but not even that is bothering him. “so what? let’s go buy them,” he grabs after your hand. “i‘m going to put so much love in making these cupcakes, just for you.”

⋆｡‧˚ʚ eunseok ɞ˚‧｡⋆

baking isn’t really his thing, he’d rather cook. so, you’re not too sad about him not participating in the baking process because he always cooks for you — now it is your turn to make something for him. you decide to bake your delicious brownies. “you’re going to love my brownies!” “you‘re making them specifically for me, so of course i will love them,” he smiles at you. and even though eunseok said he doesn’t want to help you bake them, he can’t just sit there and watch you do all the work. he stands up, puts on his apron and walks right next to you. “they are going to taste even better now because we will make them together. tell me what i can do.”

⋆｡‧˚ʚ sungchan ɞ˚‧｡⋆

flour fight. it started when sungchan tried to pour the flour into the bowl but he missed, which resulted in half of the flour landing on the kitchen counter. you wanted to clean it but sungchan thought it would be funny to blow the flour.. right into your face. “you did not just do that,” you rub your hands over your face, cleaning it. sungchan laughs. “you look like a clown.” opening your eyes, you glare at him. he apologetically puts his hands up. “i meant a lovely clown! not these creepy ones.. but if you keep looking at me like this i might change my opinion,” he laughs even more. you grab after the flour in the bowl and throw it at him. the two of you keep doing this until all the flour is gone.. poured all over the kitchen. you would be mad, but honestly, this was far more entertaining than baking.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ wonbin ɞ˚‧｡⋆

decorating the cookies you two have just baked is serious business to him and he’s not letting himself get distracted. not even when you plant kisses all over his face (because you’re so proud that he‘s working so hard on this). “y/n you have to stop, i need to concentrate.” this makes you pout, but you pull yourself together and let him work on the cookies. you decide to decorate your own cookies and you are so invested in it that you don’t bother to look at how wonbin decorated his cookies until he puts one in front of you. he drew a heart and wrote your initials in it. looking over to his side of the counter, you see that he has done it to every single one of the cookies he has decorated (and he has decorated a lot). when wonbin sees how speechless you are, he smiles proudly, pulling you close to him. now it’s his turn to plant kisses all over your face.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ seunghan ɞ˚‧｡⋆

heart-shaped. to everything you suggest to bake, seunghan keeps saying “it needs to be heart-shaped!”. after you decide on making a big heart-shaped cake, seunghan can’t wait to start baking. it takes the two of you hours to finish (because sometimes seunghan would wrap his arms around you, start kissing you and you’d just get lost in it), but once you do, the cake turns out to be better than you could have imagined it. before you could decide on how to decorate the cake, seunghan is already on it. he writes down “seunghan loves *y/n* very much” with icing and proudly grins at you afterwards.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ sohee ɞ˚‧｡⋆

“i haven’t baked in ages,” sohee admits when you ask him to bake pizza together. “oh, c’mon, pizza isn’t that hard to make,” you plead with your eyes and sohee can’t help but to give in. whenever you look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, he has no other choice. he would do anything to see them sparkle. once you finish making your own pizza, you look over to see how sohee is doing. “don’t look yet!” he says, trying to cover up the pizza he has been working on, but it’s too late, you’ve already seen that he cut off the edges to make the pizza look like a heart. it makes you smile so hard that your cheeks start hurting. sohee sighs when he notices that you’ve seen his surprise for you. “i even put on your favorite toppings,” he softly smiles.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ anton ɞ˚‧｡⋆

“i don‘t think i‘m good at baking,” anton shyly says when you drag him into the kitchen. “you don’t have to be, you got me. just follow my orders,” you grin at him. anton nods, not really trying to get out of the situation because he knows you won’t let him. you two decide to bake muffins and as of right now, everything is going well. you only had to help anton once (out of nervousness, he almost poured salt into the bowl instead of sugar so you had to stop him). it’s making you really happy that anton is here, trying his best even though he isn’t very good at baking. “thank you for doing this with me,” you nudge him softly and he smiles. “you know i’d do anything for you.”

#riize #riize drabbles #riize fics #riize imagines #riize oneshots #riize scenarios #riize sohee #riize sungchan #riize wonbin #kpop #riize anton #riize shotaro #riize seunghan #riize eunseok #riize x reader #x reader #wonbin x reader #shotaro x reader #eunseok x reader #sohee x reader #sungchan x reader #seunghan x reader #anton x reader #riize fluff #baking #riize short story

[shadow-pixelle]

Here's a random DCxDP snippet!

Wrote this on Monday. Was gonna post it yesterday and then kinda... forgot. It's a completely disconnected snippet- that is, I have no context for what's going on here, what kind of AU it is, or much of anything else at all. Also currently have no plans to try and expand it, though I might mess with it in the future when I have time? We'll see.

Honestly 80% of the reason I'm posting this is because I sent it to Kali and absolutely devastated her with the worldbuilding, so shrug.

--

“I need you to understand,” Danny said, gripping the side of the table. Tucker put a hand on his shoulder for support, and he leaned into it slightly, being very careful to keep his focus on any Bat other than Hood. “And I mean really understand, that this isn’t just- a crime. It’s not that simple.”

“Phantom…?” Red Robin sounded confused, and slightly wary.

Danny couldn’t blame him, given the situation. Ancients, Danny had just had to give up his secret identity just to make sure he didn’t try and kidnap a Bat. Nothing about this situation was normal or reasonable.

“The Infinite Realms has a lot of beings in it.” Tucker said carefully, and Danny could kiss him for being willing to lead the conversation. “Like, a lot. And they’re all ghosts in some form. But the thing about ghosts is that they can’t be killed. They’re already dead, or- like, similar to dead? The only thing you can do to stop them is imprison them or End them.”

“And Ending someone is serious.” Sam took over, stepping forward to lean into Danny’s side. “Ending someone… nothing comes back for that. When we say Ended, we mean it. There is nothing left.”

“The previous Ghost King was a being called Pariah Dark.” Danny began, fixing his eyes on Batman for someone to focus on. “He was insane, a tyrant and a conqueror. Violent. Unwilling to compromise. Anyone who stood in his way was dealt with, one way or another. He wanted to claim everything.”

“No-one tried to stop him?”

Danny’s eyes flicked to Nightwing as Tucker laughed, raw and exhausted. “He was the Ghost King. He ruled the entire Infinite Realms. He carried the sort of power that gods dream of.”

“The Ghost King can force his word, his Rule, on pretty much every being in the Realms. As close to absolute power as you can get, in the end. Everything in the Realms is made from ectoplasm, and the Ghost King can manipulate that at levels most people can’t even start to believe. There’s only two types of beings that can even try to resist that.”

“One’s the Ancients. They’re old ghosts, the oldest you can get. Incarnations of gods, concepts, things like that. But the problem with that is that they’re also limited, kinda. They can disobey the Crown, no matter what sort of Rules it puts out, but fighting back? They can stop him, sure, that’s how Pariah Dark got sealed away the first time, but they can’t stop him being King. They can’t take the Crown, even if they win. They’re bound too much to the things they incarnate, the gods they were and are. They can’t be the Ghost King. Those ties stop them being as firmly Ruled over, but it means they can’t take the Crown away. All they can do is delay it.”

“The second,” Danny took over again from his friends, grateful for their support, as the various Bats around the room looked horrified. Afraid. And for good reason, really.

It was only going to get worse.

“The second were beings called Halfas.”

A breath.

“Halfas are the only beings in the entire Infinite Realms that aren’t entirely ecto. Not alone. They’re… well. Half.”

“Half beings.”

“Half living, half dead.”

“And because of that, they’re the Balance.” Danny leaned into Sam, letting Tucker step closer again. “Equally alive and dead. Equally bound to their ecto and not. Halfas were the Balance because they cannot be Ruled.”

“From what we understand, Halfas were created by the Realms itself.” Sam said quietly. “They existed to be the Balance. Slipping from living to dead to living whenever they wanted, all the powers of a ghost and all the benefits of a living being mixed into one.”

“They were rare, because they couldn’t be killed. Kill the human side, and the ghost half keeps them alive until they recover. You can’t kill a ghost, and anything that could contain a ghost, the human side walks right out of. They were there as Balance, between the living and the dead. Advisors to the Ghost King, helping to keep things smooth between the living and the dead whenever they had to interact. Balance. Beings that couldn’t be Ruled by the Ghost King because they were as much alive as ecto.”

“They were there to stop tyrants.”

Tucker nodded at Robin’s quiet voice, and paused. It was an offer to Danny, he knew, to take this part as well. He and Sam knew everything about this. Danny didn’t need to be the one to explain.

He spoke up. “From what records say, there were around six thousand Halfas at the start of Pariah Dark’s reign.” He told them. “They were the Balance. They saw what Pariah Dark was doing and had a duty to stop it. Up until ten years ago, there were no Halfas in existence.”

The group seemed to pale.

“Halfas can’t be killed, but anything can be Ended.” He said quietly. “Pariah Dark went around every single Halfa that came to stop him, and he destroyed them so utterly that they cannot exist any more. Not as ambient ectoplasm in the Realms, not as shades or smaller spirits, not as a being in the reincarnation cycle waiting to live and die. Every single one of those Halfas no longer exists, because he destroyed everything that made them them and then destroyed all the remaining pieces as well.

“Dark Pariah was a tyrant. And he was the reason that I learned everything about my entire species from second or third hand knowledge. Everything that I know about myself? I either figured it out myself, found it in some of the few books that still exist about Halfas, or heard it from the Ancients. And those last two didn’t know much at all, in the end. Halfas were so rare that the only thing most beings got were rumours, and the Ancients weren’t an exception to that, and not many Halfas ever bothered to write things down about themselves and their powers. They couldn’t die, after all.”

Danny shivered, a little. Sam and Tucker leaned in more on either side, keeping him upright as much as the table was. None of the Bats were moving.

“I’m telling you this because I need you to understand,” he said again. “Pariah Dark was a tyrant. A nightmare. The worst thing to happen to the Realms ever. He committed so many genocides that there aren’t records of it any more, and the only silver lining,” he spat the words, mocking, because there is no silver lining in senseless slaughter, “Is that all but one of these were against the living. They were allowed to exist as ghosts. Pariah Dark was a monster.”

Danny wrenched his eyes away from Batman and looked directly at Red Hood. He pushed down the impulse to take him away, to hide him, to get him to Frostbite for help and maul and destroy anyone who got in his way, who tried to threaten him-

He pushed down his shudder, and looked Red Hood directly in the eyes.

“Pariah Dark was a monster, and even he would consider what was done to you unforgivable.”

Hood jolted. So did the rest of the Bats, looking for all the world like they’d just restarted breathing again, no longer frozen in time.

“We can’t explain to you what we’re seeing.” Sam said from his side, and she sounded almost apologetic. “It’s- literally, there are no words in any living language to explain what it looks like. And we’re only Liminal, a little bit dead. We don’t see as clearly as beings like Phantom do. But it’s-”

Words seemed to fail her, and Tucker reached around Danny’s back to squeeze her shoulder in comfort.

Danny tried, pulling his eyes away from Hood again so he could think past the urge to steal him away and hide him somewhere safe. “It’s like I’m looking at a baby.” He tried to explain. “Or- I don’t know. A puppy? Whatever cute little thing you want to go with. Something small and delicate and needing to be looked after. Something that shouldn’t be on it’s own, because it’s too young to survive. Like someone took a premature puppy, and then just.” He paused. Gestured. “Just mutilated it. Whatever horrible things you can think of, the most evil things you can imagine at all, just. All of that. And then left it crying in the trash to rot and die, except it can’t die.”

None of the Bats that he could see out of the corner of his eye look well. Hood was-

His core, the half-mangled thing that was barely there, barely able to exist and yet still trying desperately to survive, was shrieking in horror.

“Phantom’s a Protection spirit.” Sam murmured, into the silence of that. “He’s a guardian, every instinct he has is aimed at keeping people safe.”

“I can’t look at you right now.” Danny confessed to that tiny lost child. “If I look at you too long, I just- Every instinct I have is telling me to get you away, to take you back to the Realms and hide you somewhere safe while I get a doctor or twelve, and that if anyone else gets even close to you they need to be mauled. I transformed because those instincts were even worse in ghost form, and I didn’t want to hurt anyone who wasn’t responsible for this.”

“I want to wrap them up in vines and strangle them.”

“I’d kinda like to suffocate all of them in sand and then mount them on a wall or something.”

“And they’re Liminal.” Danny added. “They’re not even fully dead, barely even dead at all. Any being of the Realms that sees you is going to want to help, or at least get vengeance, because it’s-

“It’s not even something Pariah Dark would do, and he committed a genocide of an entire people just because he didn’t want to be held accountable and couldn’t stand having people he couldn’t control in the Realms.”

For a long, long moment, no-one spoke. None of them even seemed to be breathing.

Danny flickered his eyes across Hood one more time, then focused on Batman again.

“So,” he said, as firmly as he could. “I’d quite like to know who did that to him. Because my next step is going to be to call the Council, get war declared on them, and then erase them.”

#dcxdp #fic writing #my writing #random scenes from the abyss #danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #bruce wayne #jason todd #like i said might poke this some more #cause i really *do* kinda like the worldbuilding going on here #it's pretty neat and i could do some interesting things with it i think #but that means i need some free time lol #so for now enjoy this #braided fates au

[adawngswife]

dating sean diaz hcs pt. 1

- the kind to get mad when he’s embarrassed. like, for example, if he were trying to show off some skate trick he learned and kept messing up to you, he would lwk start tweaking and hit his board on the floor rlly hard 😭 but he wld realize how even more embarrassing that was and apologize awkwardly

- he does the same whenever u guys play games together and daniel ends up joining. daniel is scarily good at bedwars and it makes sean rage lowkey 😭

- daniel and u end up bursting out in laughing fits whenever u guys spawn kill him n sean always goes “what? what’s so funny?!” but then ends up laughing with u guys

- if ure both poc, i imagine u guys exchange the corny dramatic shows from ur home countries w/ each other

- sean shows u the corny telenovelas his dad watches sometimes and u guys always make fun of the unnecessary dramatic scenes

- about twenty minutes in sean always stares at the screen not blinking w/ his jaw hung open though 😭

- both of u end up like that and once the credits roll u say “that sucked ass” in unison

- sean loves small, barely noticeable skin ship in front of other people

- hand holding under the table, arm draped on ur shoulder, quick embraces, and honestly just sitting side by side together is enough for him

- he gets embarrassed if its anything more than that but he has a stupid grin he has to hide on his face after

- if u guys ride the school bus together i can imagine sean sitting behind u and always stands halfway up to look at whatever ure doing 😭 kind of an ick but u cant see his bottom half so its okay <3

- sean hates house parties but somehow always gets dragged one way or another (usually bc of lyla)

- his only requirement is that if he goes, u have to come with him

- back to the shy on physical contact thing, he DOES NOTTT play when hes jealous

- hes not some macho alpha dude but hell def tell guys to back off once they get too close

- grips ur hand extra tight the rest of the night after 😭

- sean always ends up dragging u into some room w no one in it

- both of yall r nosy n lowkey be looking through the party hosts stuff

- pro mma play fighters

- sean obviously has training w daniel and it ends up integrating into when u guys fight

- u guys try to be a cute couple and have little pillow fights but both of u guys end up taking that shit sooo serious

- u guys start dragging each other on the floor and body slamming each other 😭😭

- daniel thinks its sooo funny and tries to referee

- u guys ignore him n go crazy stupid 😭😭

- “STOP!! STOP!! TIMEOUT” is a recurring phrase in ur relationship just bc u guys always escalate off each other

- both of yall ugly laugh sm u have to stop before u puke n then a couple seconds later u burst out laughing again

tbh i have no clue if ive read some of these and subconsciously wrote them down here so sorry if this is similar to a lot of others ones 🙏

#lis2 #lis2 sean #life is strange #sean diaz x reader #sean diaz #sean diaz hcs #life is strange 2

[twig-tea]

Love Senior: Final Thoughts

I've been putting off making a post about this because I don't like trashing things that are small efforts and especially not GL because we don't get enough of it to begin with. But I was enjoying Love Senior through episode 7. The leads were lovely, they had chemistry, their characters were both interesting, and one of them had casual sex with someone else before they got together and it was fine! They even talked about it! And they were thirsty! I love it when women get to have sexual desire in shows.

After episodes 8-9, the narrative took a serious turn and I broke and wrote a content warning post because of how gross the turn in the plot was. With one episode left, I watched to see whether it would undo any of the damage it had done, but instead it doubled down on awfulness.

The last episode is truly a smorgasbord of some of my least favourite tropes all rolled up into one miserable finale, and makes the show truly unwatchable even though it delivers a "happy ending". It didn't make sense, it wasn't good characterization, it served nothing but unnecessary angst, and it meant we didn't even get satisfying reconciliation or dealing with the issues laid out in 8-9. After this ending, I was extremely unconvinced these two would last, or that they should.

I know this isn't the worst there is in the world of QL. I've watched a lot of stuff. I used to just stay quiet if I didn't like something, but honestly, I want folks looking for info about this show to know what to expect, and I also want folks creating content to know that audiences expect better these days. I don't want people to think GL flops because nobody wants to watch it. We're so desperate for good, or even half-decent content (the viewing numbers for GAP should have made that obvious)! But things need to hold together at least somewhat, and this very much did not.

Most of the cast in this show is in a girl group together, so you can support them, continue past the cut if you want details on what makes this finale suck (I've kept it vague but obviously there will be spoilers), and I hope this is taken as it's intended--to help inform the watching decisions of us who love GL and want more of it, and to give information to those making it.

[I'm just going to note also that this show was by StarHunter Entertainment which is not known for its queer rep or good treatment of its people, so I don't feel like I owe this production company any loyalty].

Details about the last episode under the cut.

In episode 10, the following happens:

we get told the SA that I warned about in my 8-9 post was just staged for the purposes of blackmail/breaking up the leads

[the show doesn't acknowledge that the characters were still left in a position that they could have still been sexually assaulted, and that they were put in that position by someone they trusted]

Someone gets hit by a car

One of the leads falls into a coma, and on waking, gets amnesia

Her friends and family conspire to lie to her, not just erasing her girlfriend from their picture of her life, but saying that one of her other friends who has a crush on her is her boyfriend. They all go along with this lie for months

On finding out that her girlfriend had been told that she's actually dating some other guy, her girlfriend decides to noble idiocy and disappear from her life

More time passes, and they see one another at the amnesia girl's graduation, and hug for a happy ending.

THE END.

No conversation. No reconciliation beyond acknowledgment that they still have feelings. No mention of their breakup before the coma. Nothing that convinces me this couple will actually last at all, or reason (in the form of character growth, or narrative purpose) for why they've gone through this. Nothing about the main character being lied to by all of her friends and family for months. This ending says 'everything is fine as long as the two people you want to be in a relationship are in a relationship at the end of the story', and that doesn't fly with me.

#love senior #love senior the series #thai gl #sapphic media #typed so that i can stop thinking it

[shiny-jr]

"I need you more than I need air to breathe’ and vil? I used to really dislike him but your soft yandere vil fics made me love him

congratulations on 2k btw, you’re an amazing writer!

Warning: Yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Vil Schoenheit.

Note: I have to admit, I was not expecting anyone to request soft yan Vil. I should have expected it. Honestly, now when I write for Vil it's not so much of a chore anymore because I think of soft yan Vil. Oh, and like the last prompt I wrote for, this is sort of set after the imposter AU.

Quote: "I need you more than I need air to breathe.”

Vil had one wish above all, and that was to not only meet you but to become your beloved. Ah, but he used to believe that was a dream so far away. It was a perfect dream, but seemingly unattainable. What he had for a while, being the queen the served you, the divine being, was satisfactory for a while at least... until you chose him.

You actually chose him! To say he was over the moon was an absolute understatement. Vil promised to do his utmost best to live up to your expectations, to be perfect for you. He swore to be nothing but loving, sweet, and caring, and he was just that and more. In private, Vil enjoyed nothing more than showering you with affection and pampering the living daylights out of you. If it were up to him and without a busy schedule, he would keep you in his arms all day and treat you to a whole day of rest and relaxation.

Oh, but without you, he's a nightmare to the others. He's earned the nickname The Evil Queen, for how bitter and brutal he can be when your presence is nowhere near. However, he has this strange ability to sense when you are near, probably because he's just so obsessed with being around you since you give him so much joy.

So when he does get the feeling that you're closer, especially after being apart for longer than fifteen minutes, he's rushing to embrace you before he's chastising you for leaving him for so long. All the while he's brushing your clothes down, combing his fingers through your hair, pinching your cheek lightly, and smiling so lovingly at you. Even if he is lightly scolding you, it's hard to take him so serious when his tone is nothing but sugary sweet to you and his eyes are just filled to the brim with nothing but love. He did truly miss you though, more than you can ever imagine. He's not leaving your side for at least twenty-four hours.

When it is time to go again, Vil loathes it. He hates seeing you go, he hates being apart from you. Often times he'll use his acting skills to convince you to allow him to accompany you, and when you agree, he's happy as can be. You'll have this tall fair beautiful blonde glued to your side, arms intertwined the entire time. It's a bit embarrassing how over half the time he refuses to look anywhere else but you, he's so utterly fixated on you, you don't understand how he never gets bored of you.

When he cannot tag along, he tries his best to stall you or sometimes even flat out attempting to get you to cancel on those plans. It's hard to go out without him when he begs you to stay. You can't tell if he's using his acting skills again to try and convince you, or if it's actually just his real reactions and emotions as he holds your hands in his–– gazing at you with pleading eyes and the most believable worried frown as his desperate-sounding tone begs in the (sometimes) most corniest lines,

"My heart, please, reconsider. Please... my heart, I need you more than I need air to breathe.”

#yandere #twst #twst writing #twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #vil schoenheit #twst vil #yandere vil schoenheit #soft yan vil

[bbutterflies]

2023 fanfic year in review

Thank you @kasienda for the tag!!! Been meaning to do this since I wrote so much in 2023!

Fics completed this year:

Oh my god I was writing lovesquare still at the beginning of the year… who was I back then… I finished I’d fall in love with you a thousand times and Meant to be, and then wrote all of Intertwined. I try to hold these all in kind thoughts. I don’t think they’re all that great, personally, but I just hadn’t written as much when I wrote them and never outlined or planned ahead. But I’m happy people liked them!

And then I went off the deep end with adrino:

I’ll give myself a name (something stupid and pretentious)

Falling into place

ways to say I love you

promise me forever

The memories we (don’t) make

Not much of a cat person

The moment I knew (I’d no choice but to love you)

Chemistry with him (for Ninovember 2023! I wrote the entire thing in about a month and a half and posted daily in November. My life took a serious turn for the worse by the end of the month and the comments and support on this fic were so amazing and incredible and kept me going!)

Love you snow much

And then I ended strong with this incredibly devastating (but really good) loveywalker one shot: fine line

Number of words written:

My ao3 stats say I published 329,988 words in 2023 which is insane????? I don’t know how I did that but oh my god it was so fun. I know I wrote way more that I didn’t publish with edits and stuff I scrapped, but I don’t keep track because it would just be way too difficult… at least another 100-150k if I had to guess in cut scenes and wips I haven’t published and stuff I just decided I didn’t like. I don’t know how in the world I managed to write so much while already a sleep-deprived grad student but I definitely don’t regret it. It was a blast.

Your most popular fic:

By hits, Meant to be. Oh man… if I wrote this now I’d do so much differently. I was surprised people loved it so much, and looking back, I’m like oh god… the mistakes… but it’s all a learning process! :) and I learned and grew so much from this one.

By kudos, ways to say I love you, which I didn’t expect to gain any traction at all. It’s just over 600 words, something silly and cute I figured a couple people would like, and it totally blew up.

Your personal fav:

I know I’ve said this before but Falling into place, hands down, is my number one. I know I’ve also said before it’s such a queer, teenage experience, but it is and it means so much to me. Being in high school, being in love with your friends and not even knowing it, aughhh I just love it. I love the way I wrote it. I’m so proud of it still!

Your fav scene:

Oh man… probably the kiss scene in chapter 9 of The moment I knew (I’d no choice but to love you). I wrote it so many times and made so many edits but I ended up so proud of it!

A fic or scene that challenged you:

I had a lot of fun with most of my fics! Having multiple wips on the backburner gave me a way to take a break and work on other stuff when I was having trouble with one and I can usually come back with fresh eyes later and never have too much trouble. But right now, If I hold you too close is challenging emotionally. It’s super personal and self-indulgent, and digging into a lot of my own past and traumas and mistakes to write it has been harder than I thought it would be. I’m excited to keep working on it but it’s been draining at times for sure.

A line of writing you’re proud of: 

Oh man, I don’t know how to pick a single line… I’ll have to go with this (even though it’s technically more than one line) from Falling into place:

Adrien’s eyes were locked on Nino’s. He was staring back with something in his expression Adrien couldn’t quite read, something he hadn’t seen before. Or maybe he had but he’d just never been looking.

A comment that touched you:

A few come to mind! I’ve had several people comment on my adrino fics telling me they hadn’t shipped them before but they do after reading, and honestly that’s my number one life goal at the moment haha. I love adrino! I want more people to love them!

I genuinely love all the comments I get. It means so much that people read and love my work. The people who say so specifically always get me teared up… I’ve gotten several on my fluff fics that said they were going through stuff in life and my writing was a bright spot for them, and genuinely that’s insane to me. To touch someone else, to have a positive impact on their life through art…. oughhh it’s just so human and raw and I love it! I’m so honored!

Something that inspired your writing:

I honestly spent a lot of time writing what I personally wanted/needed to read! I needed more domestic adrino fluff, and I wasn’t finding quite what I wanted to read, so… I wrote it for myself! I love rereading them knowing it’s exactly what I want to read, and knowing other people enjoyed them too. I’ve been incredibly selfish in my writing this year (in the best way) and it’s been so inspiring also to see other people want to read it too! The moment I knew (I’d no choice but to love you) was something I didn’t think would garner much attention at all. A rarepair and a super silly trope? I thought whatever, I’m writing it for me, hopefully a couple others like it, and it got so much more positive attention than I thought. I’m so glad!

Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

Probably figuring out I’ll give myself a name (something stupid and pretentious)! I think I’ve mentioned before I was originally writing it as a lovesquare fic. I wrote it and rewrote it like six times before I thought, no, this should be about Adrien and Nino. And then it just clicked!

Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

I have a secret wip in my docs I’ve talked about a couple times, but it’s a slowburn teenage adrino and I really would love to write all of it! I think I’m struggling to decide exactly what kind of story I want to tell and it’s making it hard to outline and write when I don’t have a clear end direction, but that’s something I’d definitely love to figure out.

And I’d love to get back into lovesquare, too! I have a few wips that I keep putting on the backburner but I really want to dust them off and finish them, and maybe start some new stuff. Writing my loveywalker fic was SO fun (if devastating) and I can’t believe it’s been months since I sat down and wrote lovesquare.

This isn't a direct writing goal, but I'm determined to comment more on fics I read. I love getting comments, and I don't leave them enough on the fics I love, and that's something I really want to change!

Anyone you would like to thank?

@kasienda and @flightfoot I think are tied for commenting on my fics, and it really means so much to have cheerleaders in my inbox!!! Especially writing adrino when readership is lower, it was a huge help to have people reading and commenting and cheering me on <3

@asukiess and @isabugs recently for screaming with me in general about this show! You’ve inspired me to write so much more… I can’t wait to be absolutely unhinged in 2024.

And all my commenters on ao3!! I don’t know everyone’s tumblr and couldn’t possibly tag them all but it means so much every time I get a comment. I wouldn’t be writing as much as I do without the direct support! Thank you!!!

#year in review #my writing #miraculous ladybug

[blorbopolis]

hello! im sorry if you get asked this a lot, but I was curious how you got into doing art ttrpg? and what should an interested artist have in their portfolio? thank you 💖

hi! so i wrote out a big "how to" before re-reading your message and considering you maybe just... asked how it happened for *me*, not necessarily how someone else should do it LOL. so, how it happened for me: i've been actively courting freelance art work since ~2009, and fantasy ttrpg is a natural extension of my interests - my portfolio was already full of world of warcraft fanart by the time ttrpgs & D&D really started having their modern moment. TTRPG is a good low-to-mid level place to find leads, as well, because the barrier for entry is super low for creators, which means a lot MORE projects to go around. (If you want to make a board game, your artist has to know a LOT about packaging, printing, manufacturing, graphic design, etc. if you wrote a D&D module and just want to publish it on itch.io? your artist only needs to know how to send you a decent sized .jpg.) as far as portfolio goes, when i started getting consistent replies to my cold emails, my portfolio had mostly covers and half-pages (ie, narrative illustrations), portraits, and animals. If you want to be more well-rounded you could also include pieces focusing on environments, items, and creatures. Don't include anything unless it's GOOD though. (i am so serious about this - bad work in your portfolio makes the good stuff look like a fluke.) now. if you wanted a "how to" answer, here is 600 words lol. I'm gonna start with the base assumption that your work is already hirable so we can focus on just like, specialization + client acquisition tips. getting a folio up to snuff is a whole other can of beans short version goes like this:

this whole thing only works if you have the ability to honestly self-assess. new work & skills: you should have fresh stuff that's a snapshot of what you can do *right now.* this doesn't mean old work can't stay in your folio if it's still good, but a small, current folio that really hits is WAY better than a bloated old one with irrelevant studies or student work. new artistic peers: as you continue to evolve as a professional, you should have an idea of which other working artists your work is most similar to, in terms of skill/tone/specialties/other relevant skills (3D/graphic design/etc) in order to see how you stack up to your """competition""" for lack of a better word. Additionally those artistic peers have hangout zones (discords or FB groups, etc) where you can talk shop & pass around job leads. research peers' clients: research who those peers are contracting with. See if your work would be a fit for them; if so, find their contact info and put it on your list. Those clients are probably also promoting other similar projects or publishers on their feeds; twitter has a handy "you might also want to follow" list that has other similar accounts you can explore. You can also work backwards from the product to the creator (see any cool battle maps, CCGs, board games, etc? find out who made it and whether they're the ones doing the art hiring.) Additionally, those discords & fb groups I mentioned will have leads (of varying quality) shared around that you should be assessing as they come in. reach out to new batch of clients: cold email. be realistic about who's worth contacting, but don't self-disqualify. that part is a balance. art directors are people with problems to solve, and you need to be able to A. anticipate the problems they need solving, and B. confidently (and honestly) let them know exactly what you can do for them. Attach A FEW, SMALL, RELEVANT jpgs that they can easily download and keep for reference. do not send massive high res attachments, their inboxes are full enough as it is. If you're responding to a specific call, attach relevant pieces or curate a page on your portfolio site specifically for work that would fit the project. If reaching out to clients doesn't result in a lead - *or*, if it takes them 3 months to get back to you, you should spend that time doing your own stuff and bolstering your skills. eventually your portfolio will be good enough that it kicks down doors for you.

you'll notice i never included "be active on social media! post your new work! feed instagram's ad revenue by giving it more content!" in this strategy because it doesn't matter. i'm not professionally active on any social media. we were getting hired before twitter existed and we'll still get hired after it dies. just do make sure you have an online portfolio (your own website >> artstation >>> other free folio builders >>>>>>>>>>>> an instagram feed.) the more times you do this cycle the easier it gets; both because you'll just get good at every step of the process, and because more people will know you and have known you for *longer* so you seem like a safer bet. I'll be honest: it's a ton of rejection lmao. I would get a rejection in my inbox at least once a week - even more than that i'd just get radio silence. But eventually you'll get a yes, and if you're lucky that yes will result in high quality new work you're proud of and can put into your folio (taking you back to step 1 lol.)

the freelance life is (INSHALLAH!!!) behind me since i now have a full time job doing marketing/supporting art for video games. But my portfolio never would've gotten there if i didn't have the experience of going through the freelance meat grinder first. it really taught me how to be an actualized *creative* (who can stand up for her own expertise, think like a project manager, and take creative ownership of / responsibility for my assignments) and not just a hired hand. my team likes that. i think

#not art #ask #freelance artist #not sure i want to tag this for discoverability tumblr thank you #art advice

[onlyseokmins]

Been thinking about sucking the life out of seungkwan 😩

Omg bestie me too me tooooo he looks SO GOOD kfkdkkdlsosos if you're not thinking abt sucking Mr boo seungkwan then what's the point??.? Been thinking abt it sm had to write smth abt it 😔 sorry it's not v sexci I was too busy giggling abt how much I wrote abt boo dick at work 💀

Best friends occasionally see each other naked, right? But most best friend dynamics do not include one half of the duo having a raging crush on the other. The two of you aren’t “normal” besties — absolutely cannot be.

Because what kind of best friends end up in this kind of situation? Both of you stare open-mouthed at Seungkwan’s dick that he’d impulsively pulled out just to prove his point.

You should be laughing. You honestly really wish you could.

If you were entirely, completely, and utterly his regular old best friend of twenty-some years, you would be able to laugh it off. Joke around a bit. Poke some fun at how he stupidly whipped his dick out because of your claims of disgust about the portrayal of penises in porn.

But you’re dumb and so much in love with the man that lives rent-free in your mind even though you interact with him almost every hour of the day. And his dick is out. Right in front of you. So, you freeze, eyes glued to it.

Seungkwan thought you would be laughing as well, or maybe even cussing him out. Unaware of your inner turmoil, he’s now mentally slapping himself for not thinking things through when he's fired up. Stiff as a board (willing himself to not grow stiffer elsewhere with your gaze locked on him) and you almost moan aloud when his fingers twitch because they are the most gorgeous you’ve ever seen — of course, he’d have to have a pretty dick as well. And so, you take back everything you said before about ugly penises.

His is curved just right, not too big or too small. Long enough to certainly make your toes curl and you figure he’d still be able to stretch you perfectly for a pleasurable burn. You shift slightly in your seated position on his bed as you lick your lips.

The creak of his bedframe and rustle of his sheets is a crash back to reality for Seungkwan, a tiny gasp leaving his pillowy lips. He scrambles to pull up the waistband of his gray sweatpants but you’re faster, laying a hand on his hip and halting his movements. It causes his almost-covered length to hit against the back of your hand and while he lets out a hiss, you finally ask the question you’ve been dying to ask.

“Can I suck you off?”

“… What?!” He gapes at you. “Why? I thought you hated what penises looked like?”

“I have my complaints, yes… but yours,” you lean a bit closer and Seungkwan bites his lip at how glazed over your eyes are, “I could suck on forever.”

“What the fuck is happening?”

“Look, I have a very serious case of dickitus right now.”

“Dick-what-is?”

“We can act like this never happened and move on but you’re going to have to understand that I might need some time apart because I won’t be able to stop thinking about your dick for a while.”

His mouth opens and closes. “I’m… sorry?”

“You should be,” you point your other finger accusingly at him suddenly, “you should’ve had an ugly dick so I can have a reason to like you less!”

“I — wait. You like me? Like as in like-like? You like m — ”

“Yes, you idiot, I’m in love with you! All your nagging, our goofy fights, how you take care of me, how you make me laugh, and now your stupid dick!”

He cups the side of his head and lets out an embarrassed giggle when he sees your eyes tear up. “Are you crying because you admitted you love me or because of my dick?”

“Both? But honestly, I’d prefer to be crying solely because of your dick, yes.”

A delicate finger grazes your cheek to brush away a fallen eyelash. “But I’m not even inside you yet?”

“Boo Seungkwan!” you exclaim. “Is that how you respond to a confession? No wonder you’re single!”

“I don’t think that’s how normal people confess but I stand corrected. I’m only in your heart right now, as you are in mine. But I also wouldn’t mind being inside you in other ways.”

You gasp, amusingly half-scandalized as he gestures to your lower body before he pulls you close for a rather chaste kiss. He smiles against your lips when you tell him you two aren’t normal and he relays to you that this moment is something he’s always dreamed of, how much he likes you, and it’s all fireworks and magic between two idiots.

But of course, you make a point of giving Seungkwan the best head ever because you weren’t lying — you could really suck on him forever and as you soak up every single one of his moans, who could really blame you?

#ez.creates #jenna 🐞 #sapphichui #ez.mootz #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut #svt smut #Seventeen smut #kpop smut #svt.smut

[howaboutcastiel]

The Tour Guide (Steven Grant x Reader)

Explicit Content: 18+ Readers Only

giddy lil oscar gif for The Vibes

Summary: The reader has never been in a serious relationship, and now things are moving forward in her relationship with Steven. Tonight, she's going to have sex with Steven for the first time and she's almost more nervous than excited. (Based on this anon request)

Word Count: 8.4k

Content: Virgin!PlusSize!GreyAce!Reader, also F!Reader, Smut (of course), fluff, a lil angst. Awkwardness, oral (f receiving), protected PIV.

Author's Note: I wrote this while running a very high fever. It's either the best thing I've ever written or it's complete gibberish.

Things were going well. 

Unfortunately, that sets the scene perfectly for things to go completely to shit, doesn’t it? Things were going wonderfully, though, there’s no other way to say it. 

You and Steven had been dating for three months. It was your first serious relationship, the most intimate you’d ever been with another person. Steven had fallen absolutely head-over-heels for you, a fact that you couldn’t begin to fathom even this far along. Things were getting pretty serious with him and you were experiencing a lot of firsts. The next ‘first’ that was coming up, had you admittedly more nervous than excited by far. 

Steven had given you so much, and you had given back to him likewise. He had shared his life with you openly and honestly—including the existence of Marc and Jake which admittedly took a little time for you to understand. Steven was the first man to go on more than three dates with you. He was also the first man to buy you flowers more than once. Of all of the dates you’d had, Steven was the only man to pay for the date without assuming you’d owe him something in return. 

But now you were starting to feel that you owed him something. Not that the thought was particularly upsetting, but it would be a first for you. In plain terms, you were a virgin. Very, very much a virgin. It only made sense that you were nervous to have sex with Steven for the first time. That felt like a pretty big deal to you. Even if he was the most patient, selfless, caring, handsome man you’d ever met in all of your life, the thought of this next step filled you with anxiety.

It didn’t help that you had never felt before the way you’d felt about him. At this point in your life, you had been half convinced you’d never feel this way for anyone at all. When you thought about sex before, the idea was less than exciting in your brain. You were somewhere between indifferent and apathetic, though you did feel a little forlorn by the fact that you felt so different from the people around you. With Steven, though, the idea of sex was something else entirely. It wasn’t as much about you or about the act itself, it was all about him. 

You were very nervous, though. 

Despite your apprehension, you figured you had to bite the bullet. If you didn’t do something now, you likely never would, and that would be a tragedy. You wouldn’t let what you’d built with Steven die because you couldn’t give yourself to him, and you figured by now that he was tired of waiting for you. You were a bit tired of waiting, too. 

So tonight you put on your prettiest dress—the one that hugged your curves in just the right way. You actually shaved (for the first time in who knows how long) and you elected to wear a matching set of nice lingerie. Part of you felt like you were going overboard, while the other feared that nothing would be good enough. Blinded by your own insecurities, you didn’t realize that you alone were everything that Steven wanted and more.  

Steven was on your doorstep at seven. He was wearing the suit he’d worn for his first date with you, except this time he carried himself with tenfold the confidence. He wielded not a bouquet, but a single pink rose in his right hand. Steven was just as giddy as usual, no sign of his long and no doubt stressful workday on his face. You had asked him specifically if you could do something to mark the occasion—the occasion being three months since your first date, of course. No other reason. 

“Hello, darling,” He sang as you opened the door. Steven’s cheeks flooded pink as he took in the way you looked in that dress. His eyes sparkled as they surveyed your body, widening slightly around his soft brown irises as he met your gaze. “My word. You look absolutely lovely.” 

“Don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” You grabbed your purse on the way out the door, happily taking the rose that he offered. Despite the playfulness in your words, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. His hair was combed back, though the unruly curls would hardly stay in the order Steven had tried to make. The suit was remarkably well-fitted, almost like it was tailored. Perhaps it was, you couldn’t really be sure. You were sure, however, that the elated expression on his face was all for you. And you couldn’t fathom that. 

“I hope you don’t mind walking. It’s not very far, I promise. Not even two blocks.” The rambling could also be because of you, but Steven always rambled a bit. He just had so many thoughts in his brain and they were all so excited to come out of his mouth, sometimes they fought to be the first one. It was kind of endearing even when it made for awkward conversation. “I have a reservation, so don’t get worried if the place is crowded when we get there. We shouldn’t have to wait long at all. A bloody good thing, too, ‘cuz I’m sort of starving. And I made sure—”

“Steven?” He blinked at your interruption.

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you.” You placed a soft kiss on his cheek. The two of you were barely a hundred yards from your door and already he was radiating more energy than you could muster up in a week. If you had any hope of making it through the night, you’d have to find a way to calm him down or tire him out. 

“You like italian food, don’t you?”

“I do.” You just couldn’t get it. How was Steven so worried about pleasing you? How was he interested at all, for that matter? No one had ever been so interested in you before. Steven genuinely seemed to enjoy your company. It was an innocent kind of joy, though there was no mistaking how he ogled you sometimes. That you couldn’t fathom either. 

Body positivity is an easier task when it’s other people’s bodies. Curves were beautiful on other women. They were endearing on men, too. They just weren’t acceptable on you. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You had been plus size all of your adult life and even before that. Your body was genetically built to hold more weight and to have a slightly larger structure than most. You hated that fact, though. You hated your extra weight, your stretch marks. You hated the number on the tags of your clothes. You hated the body in your mirror. And part of you thought that the more he looked, Steven would grow to hate it just as much. 

It couldn’t be further from the truth, but you couldn’t see that. 

The restaurant was teeming with people, just like Steven had predicted. You really didn’t have to wait long, though, as Steven politely pushed his way to the front counter where the tired hostess gave a burdened smile. The table reserved for you was near the window, away from the loudest part of the building. You would be able to watch the sunset from here and you’d be able to chat with Steven without having to shout. It all seemed to work out perfectly. 

“Your waitress will be right with you.” The hostess touted overly-cheerily as she placed down the menus and returned to the front. You felt for her a little bit; dealing with the public at a place like this had to be far from rewarding. 

“Should we get a bottle of wine?” Steven inquired as he lifted his reading glasses out of his pocket. You pondered the idea. Would the buzz be beneficial, or would it be a bad idea to get drunk for something like this?

“I’d really just like water.” You decided. He wrinkled his nose a little bit, but seemed to agree with your idea. He looked so cute in his glasses, hunching over subconsciously to read the menu. His stance almost made him look taller, which was kind of intimidating to you. Not that you tended to find Steven intimidating, though he was suspiciously agile and strong for a tour guide. 

It was hard to make conversation through dinner. Well, hard to keep conversation. You tended to let Steven take an idea and run, listening to him ramble until he realized he was doing so. It was a way to get his energy out, and he was always excited to share himself with you. Telling you about his day—or about something new that he’d learned or something he’d seen that he thought you would like—was just too hard to resist for him. He couldn’t seem to share enough of himself with you. 

So you tried to do the same. You started by mentioning your own day at work, where your nutty boss had accused you of messing up paperwork and you’d had the unique satisfaction of being able to prove her wrong. Steven giggled at your story, admittedly attracted to the way you stood up for yourself. He was a sucker for strong women. You let the conversation shift, though, as the waitress brought out your appetizers and refilled your drinks. 

“You seem a bit distracted, love,” Steven didn’t mean it in an accusatory way. His eyes were tinged with worry, in fact. You were distracted, but you didn’t want to say why exactly. You had taken notice to the way that your waitress was looking at him. She was so much prettier than you, you thought. Her skinny hourglass figure was more than evident even under her uniform. Her wide blue eyes were flirting even as she didn’t say anything, just left lingering glances on Steven. A tiny pit grew in the depth of your stomach. 

What if he would rather have someone like her?

“It’s just been a long day. I’m all here, babe. Didn’t mean to be rude.” You took a large swig of your drink, trying to conceal the way you blushed behind your glass. 

“No, it’s okay. You aren’t being rude.” He wore such a genuine smile. It was such a rarity in your eyes, men tended to dawn such arrogance or altogether vapidness. Not Steven. He was different. He looked at you not just like an equal, but like someone he could adore or even worship. He gave such affection without a second thought. 

“Do you think we can just go back to your flat after this?” You asked. Steven would have loved to take you out somewhere, like a bowling alley or even an arcade. He liked to be playful with you, to make a good time out of innocent fun. But he also liked for you to tell him what you wanted. “I think we should watch a movie or something.”

“We can do that.” He took a bite out of his breadstick. Your entrees would be coming any time now and you, much like him, were beginning to get ravenous the longer you had to wait. You had spent a good bit of time at Steven’s flat and it was becoming one of your favorite places. As time moved forward, you found yourself showing up there more often. Steven didn’t mind at all. 

When your plates arrived, you both took a solid pause from conversation to tear into your piping hot food. The warmth put your mind at ease, if only for a moment, about the night you had ahead. Steven wouldn’t continue to date you if he wasn’t attracted to you. Hell, you had said yourself that he must be pissed you weren’t having sex with him yet. Everything was going to go just fine. He’s a man, right? You likely wouldn’t even have to do much. 

But what if his gentle demeanor meant he paid more attention to the things that other men might brush aside? What if he wasn’t lust-driven enough to ignore the stretch marks on your thighs? What if your love handles were off-putting to him? You cut the thoughts off before they began to spiral, not wanting to ruin your dinner. 

“Is your food good?” Steven muttered between bites. You could tell he was trying to be polite as he utterly stuffed his face. His lunch break was more than six hours ago, so of course he was starving by now. He stifled little noises of pleasure as he scarfed down his food. One tiny little groan made its way through, though, sending an unfamiliar warmth to your chest. 

“It’s very good. I don’t even have to ask about yours, do I?” You smiled a bit at his fervency, noting that he almost looked ten years younger as he enjoyed his little meal. The circles were less noticeable under his eyes, the tiredness pushed out by satisfaction. He was a sight to behold and you remembered just how much you were in love. 

It was hard to think straight as dinner went on. Steven finished his food before you, so he started to talk again as you continued to eat. This time he didn’t talk about work or about the most recent book he’d read. He began to talk about you. The two of you. 

“I was thinking that perhaps I could introduce you to the boys—to Marc and Jake, I mean. After all, they’re kind of around as much as I am, sometimes more. It’s inevitable that you’re going to meet them soon and I don’t want you to be frightened. It takes some getting used to, I know that, but they already know a lot about you and they’re very nice, I promise. We don’t have to do that right now, though. I don’t think either of them even really want to tonight. Not because of you, of course! They think you’re lovely.”

You let him babble on, as he seemed exceptionally comfortable getting his thoughts out to you. Your food was starting to get cold and you figured you’d have to get a box or risk overeating and making yourself ill. He was on to the next subject just as quickly as he’d gotten to the first. 

“I also had an idea that you could come with me to the staff Christmas party at the museum, yeah? Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want. I just thought it’s about time that I got to brag about you. I mean—I’d give Donna a shock, wouldn’t I? A beautiful girl on my arm and all that, she’d get a kick out of it. I suppose she thinks I don’t have it in me. She said the same thing about me getting promoted to tour guide, though, and I proved her wrong on that one, didn’t I?”

If this is what Steven was like when he was sober at the end of the day, then what on earth must he be like after a few glasses of wine? You hoped for the future that getting him drunk might be a way to settle him down, but you honestly doubted it. He just carried so much of a youthful zeal, one that couldn’t be stomped on by anything. 

The sun was well below the horizon when you finished up at the restaurant. You had insisted that Steven let you leave the tip, if nothing else so that you wouldn’t feel so bad about silently hating your server. The two of you started toward Steven’s flat, which was a bit further from the restaurant than yours. He seemed to have run out of things to say, much to your surprise. 

“Which movie should we watch?” You broke the silence as he wrapped his arm around your back. He was a short and muscular man, so his arm didn’t comfortably reach all the way around, which sent a wave of insecurity through you. He didn’t seem to mind, though, leaning into your touch as he contemplated what film to put on. “I’m thinking a comedy. Some kind of classic.”

“What about The Princess Bride?” Steven mumbled. 

“Sounds good to me.” You honestly didn’t care that much about the movie. Other things were at the forefront of your mind, like how Steven’s hand on your side felt like flames against your skin. You considered it odd that you wanted to lean further into the feeling. Why would you chase that sensation? Your confusion didn’t stop you from wanting more. 

Your heart was skipping around by the time you made it to his apartment complex. A thin layer of sweat coated your hands and your ears and cheeks were burning, too. You hadn’t even decided for sure that you were going to do anything. As far as Steven was concerned, you were going to watch a movie. 

You contemplated kissing him on the elevator ride up. He seemed receptive to it, obviously, but you feared that anything you initiated might be biting off more than you could chew. You hadn’t spoken much with Steven about your lack of experience. He hadn’t talked to you about his prior relationships, either, but you knew that he was more well-versed than you. 

Steven placed a casual arm around your shoulder as you sat on his old and worn couch. He’d shed his suit jacket as soon as you had made it through the door. The way he so thoughtlessly showed you affection sent a wave of confidence up your spine (and a wave of heat down your spine). You got maybe ten minutes into the movie before both of you had abandoned it for a dedicated make-out session. 

The making out you had done before, though you still weren’t the most experienced. Steven wasn’t your first kiss, but he was the first kiss that you’d actually enjoyed. That you had pined for over and over again. You’d gotten a good bit of practice thus far, but you would never reject an opportunity to gain more experience kissing him. 

Your heart began to beat faster as you snaked your hand under his shirt. You ran your fingers up his chest, feeling his skin shudder as his breath hitched at the contact. His kiss became softer and slower, and he pulled his lips away before leaning into your forehead. 

“This is new,” he noted breathlessly, his hand gingerly cupped behind your neck. “Not that I’m complaining.”

His lips were back on yours just as quickly as they had separated. Your hand persisted underneath his shirt, your wrist working to undo the buttons that your hand had gone between. You couldn’t believe that Steven was being as gentle as he was. It made sense, he was always gentle, but you could tell from his breath that he was bursting at the seams. Enthusiastic in all things, you guessed. This wouldn’t be any different. 

“Steven—” You grumbled into his mouth, not quite wanting to pull away, but having to fight the growing panic in your chest. You didn’t know what exactly to do next and you knew sooner or later he was going to notice your apprehension, which bordered on a lack of participation. 

“Hmm?” He slowed down his kiss, not pulling away but giving you ample chance to do so. You racked your brain for the right words to say to him, but there was no way to beat around the bush. “I need to talk to you first.”

He pulled away, puzzled. After all, you were the one who had initiated this. His hand left your neck, but yours stayed awkwardly on his chest. You could feel his heart beating nearly as fast as yours. 

“Is something wrong?” Steven’s cheeks tinged with red as he asked you the question. 

“Nothing’s wrong. Well, I guess. Nothing’s wrong with you, baby, it’s just…” Again, no sugar-coating this. “I’ve never done this before.” 

“You… what?” His face bore an innocent confusion. He was really gonna make you say it, wasn’t he? “Never done what?” 

“I’m a virgin, Steven.” His eyes widened at that word. A million thoughts ran across his eyes, though you couldn’t make out a single one. He seemed to blush a bit harder and you were sure that you were blushing, too. 

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at you with puppy dog eyes. Ironically lust-filled ones. 

“Is that a problem?” You didn’t like the silence. Now it was your turn to ramble. “I’m just a little scared, is all. I don’t know exactly what to do. I mean, I know how it works in theory, but I’ve never gotten this far. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, but I also want to make you feel good. I’m kind of a mess, you know. I’m a bit uncoordinated, too. I’m just so nervous that I won’t do something right—”

“Love?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You’re doing great. We’re gonna do this together and I’m gonna walk you through it, yeah? Unless you don’t want me to do that.” He seemed very matter-of-fact in the way he was speaking. It seemed out of place to you for Steven to talk so casually about sex. It brought a wave of relief through you, too. If he was so confident about this, then surely you had nothing much to worry about. 

“You sure that won’t be too awkward? I don’t want you to feel like you’re babying me.” Your face was on fire by now. The heat in your belly had been transformed to something kind of like nausea. You hoped it wouldn’t stay like that. 

“Don’t worry about that. I want you to be comfortable.” His eyes were doughy and sweet and his hand returned to its place on your neck. He used his other arm to sweep under your chin before planting a little peck on your lips. “Just go on until you feel that you need help.”

You returned to your previous rhythm of snogging him, not letting your racing thoughts interrupt your body’s movements. This part at least was intuitive, you continued to lean into his touch as his shirt slowly came unbuttoned. As he pressed up into your waist, you could feel how tight his pants were becoming. You didn’t know how to feel about that, but your body had its own response. 

You couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping your lips as he tentatively bucked up into you. He was restraining his strength—that much you could tell—but he wasn’t hiding the fact that he really wanted you to keep going. The sound that you’d made without realizing seemed to set him off, too. He let a harsh breath out against you as his grip tightened on your neck. 

Steven, my dress,” You whispered as you moved your mouth to his neck. Your brain was clouded even though all of your senses had kicked into overdrive. Your dress was suddenly far too cumbersome, the fabric digging into your skin in a hundred different places at once. You reached your hand down to grab his arm, guiding it up to the zipper on your back. 

Wow. I can’t believe I just did that. 

He wasted no time in pulling it down. You gasped a bit as your bare skin was exposed to the cool air, but the feeling was quickly undermined by the relief of the way the fabric fell off your skin. Steven’s calloused hand left goosebumps on your back. He trailed his hand upward lazily as you pressed hot kisses onto his neck. 

“You think we ought to move to the bed?” His voice was choked. You leaned upward to see his eyes shut tightly as he tried not to buck into you again. It wasn’t a nice feeling that he was holding back for your sake, but it was a very pretty sight. 

“We probably should.” You stood up off of him, catching your dress before it could cascade off you altogether. Steven gathered a breath as he sat up on the couch, running his knuckle over his mouth and looking up at you, absolutely drunk with lust. 

He shed his button-up as he followed you to his bedroom, and you couldn’t quite feel your legs. He fumbled with his belt buckle after tossing his shirt over to the hamper in the corner of his room. You figured now would be a good time to drop your dress. And so you did, kicking it up with your foot and turning it in your hands until it formed a ball that you could throw to the hamper as well. You held your breath for Steven’s response. 

He was in heaven. His eyes ran across your body like you were a statue of one of the Greek gods. He didn’t know what to do with himself and he very obviously twitched in his pants the second he laid eyes on you. It was more than reassuring, if not a bit shocking. 

“You’re so gorgeous, darling.” Steven’s hands returned to your body as you sat on the foot of the bed. You brought your lips back against his, now fighting an urge to rake your fingers through his hair. Actually, raking them through wouldn’t be a problem, but you were fighting the odd urge to pull his hair. 

He pushed you back against the mattress, gently and slowly to gauge exactly how nervous you were. Steven could never bear to hurt you, and he certainly wasn’t willing to overstep your boundaries. He was eager for you, though, and he knew that he needed to push your limits if you were ever going to muster the courage to do this tonight. 

“You know, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Of course he meant the words genuinely, but you weren’t blind to the fact that he really, really wanted to keep going. You shook your head at his statement. If you were going to do this, now was the time. And your body was screaming for you to do this. 

“I’m okay, baby. We can keep going.” By now his erection was more than evident against his pants. You reached to unbutton them, but your arms were not quite long enough. You ended up pulling Steven’s face into your chest, causing him to fumble his weight. He sucked in a short breath, surprised. “Sorry!”

“S’okay,” He laughed lightly into your breast, looking up at you as you were hit with subtle embarrassment. He ran his fingertips along the top of the lace, a patient smile on his lips. “You’re doing great. Just keep going and remember to use your words.” 

He slid his own hand down to his waist, unbuttoning his pants before returning his grasp to your bust. He fumbled behind you for the clasp of your bra. 

A quick wave of panic ran through you as he pressed his fingers underneath the band more agilely than you expected of him. Steven had never seen you naked before, and now was the perfect time for all of your insecurities to rush to the forefront of your brain. In spite of your trust in him and your growing heat, you felt yourself starting to forget how to breathe. 

Steven took notice of this. 

“Hey, love, it’s alright.” He leaned back for a moment, not understanding what exactly had set you off. He surveyed your body for anywhere he might be holding you too close; maybe he didn’t realize he was hurting you? But there was no injury. You were physically fine. “I thought we were doing pretty well. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how to explain. I just feel like something’s going to go wrong.” You gave him a pathetic look and he knew that there was no merit in your apprehension. He didn’t want to trivialize, though, so he thought carefully before he said his next words. 

“Is there something I can do to ease your mind? Some kind of… fantasy or something that you feel like we could play out?” He was grasping at straws, but Steven was confident enough in his sexuality that tonight could be all about you and it’d be no problem to him. He was so goddamn smitten by you, he was willing to do close to anything to make a sex life between you work out. In reality, he wouldn’t really need to change anything at all. 

“Don’t laugh.”

“Darling, I would never laugh at you. Now out with it.”

“Can you just… tell me that I’m not too big for you?”

Steven’s eyes grew the widest you’d ever seen them, but that look of shock was quickly replaced with something else. Anger? Annoyance? Determination? You didn’t know exactly, but it was almost a scary look. If looks could kill, except there was something genuinely unhinged in the way he stared back at you. He let out a low scoff. It was sour, offended. 

“You think you’re… too big for me?” He replaced his hand against the clasp of your bra, quite aggressively snapping it apart, though he didn’t move to pull the cups or straps away yet. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Where the hell does a thought like that come from? It couldn’t be farther from the truth, love. I don’t think you’re too big. What does that even mean?”

He ran his knuckle along your face, studying you for your reaction to his words. They sent relief through you, of course, but they also were sending something else. Something you weren’t used to feeling. Steven’s aggressive words of affirmation sent concentrated heat straight down between your legs, all but setting you on fire. His gaze softened a bit. From his perspective, you still looked terrified. 

“Why would I want you to be any smaller? Hmm? That just means that there’s less of you to hold. I would be mental to want that.” You couldn’t help yourself but to gain more confidence as he continued to ramble on. “Why would I want any less of these?” 

On his own vocal cue, he pushed the cups of your bra away from your breasts, revealing to himself your bare chest. You were nervous to see his reaction, but he wasn’t exactly going to give you one. Not in the way you were thinking, at least. With no forethought, he pressed his face into your skin, taking your nipple gently in his mouth. The humid warmth juxtaposed the cool air. You gave up fighting the urge to tug on his curls. 

“Steven!“ You whispered, surprised by his fervor. You were grateful, though, as his excitement only fed your self-assurance. This time, more carefully, you reached for his pants with only one hand, able to just barely reach the fabric. 

His whole body shuddered at the barely-there contact of your hand. If only you could reach just a tiny bit further, but his groin was even farther from you now that he was at eye-level with your chest. Your nervousness was slowly warping into impatience. You had the urge to grind up into him. 

“Darling. Words.” Steven’s voice was barely audible against your skin. He’d noticed the restiveness of your hips, which weren’t at a decent angle to gain any friction from him. He wasn’t making assumptions, though, for the sake of letting you set the pace. 

“I need more.” You heard the sounds leave your lips, though you hadn’t decided to say them. Your body was more than a few steps ahead of your poor, anxious brain. He whimpered a bit as you tugged on his curls, sending another wave of heat downward. “Please. Now.”

“I’m going to take these off, okay?” Steven looped a finger under the band of your panties. You nodded, shifting your weight as he pulled them down over your thighs. As he tossed them aside, he took a pause to remove his dress pants as a means of evening the playing field a bit. He was cheerful, almost goofy as he crawled back onto the bed. 

“This is the bit where you get to tell me what to do. I know I said it’d be the other way around.” He planted kisses on your thighs, carefully spreading your legs and leaning down against your frame. “Now I’m going to assume that what I’m doing doesn’t feel good or bad. You’ve got to tell me otherwise.”

The noise that he drew from your mouth as he pressed a finger gently to your core was the most desperate sound you could have made. Even you were surprised, as up until this point you’d been so on the fence about any of this. Steven was remarkably calm, but he raised his eyebrow at the filthy little groan. He held his hand still, much to your dismay. 

“What’s that, love?” He had to be teasing you, right? You couldn’t tell if his patience and selflessness would prove to be a blessing or a curse. 

“F—Feels good. Keep going.” Your own voice was ringing in your ears, but it slowly faded as the sounds of Steven’s pleasure overtook them. You were scared that you were coming off desperate as you moved your legs to plant your feet and gain more leverage. Steven smiled a little, though, giving a hint that your neediness was what he wanted to see. 

He pressed a finger slowly into you, using his thumb to circle your clit. You figured Steven knew his anatomy, so he must be avoiding direct contact on purpose. Now the tentativeness was proving to be an annoyance. The stretch felt good, though it wasn’t nearly enough. Steven’s fingers were stockier than your own, and the angle was different than you were used to. You pressed downward onto his hand. 

“Easy, darling. Don’t hurt yourself.” Steven used his other hand to hold down your hips. He didn’t use much force, more utilizing his strength as a warning than as a restraint. You couldn’t help yourself, though, from trying to force him deeper into you. 

“Steven, more.” You felt separated from your head. He pressed his thumb right into your clit, lining a second finger up to follow beside the first one. Your legs were shaking with the urge to push up again and your hand was dangerously rough as it abused his scalp, the other white-knuckling the sheets. What you said next was something you had never imagined you’d have the guts to say to a man in this position. 

“Use your mouth.”

You couldn’t expect his reaction to that. Steven let out a groan, low and deep from the pit of his chest. A sly smile stretched across his lips and he almost looked proud of you. He also happily obliged your request. 

With Steven’s tongue working in tandem with his fingers and thumb, it was hard for you to think, let alone continue giving him direction. He found a rhythm pretty quickly, his fingers pumping slowly and deeply as his tongue kept the pressure on your entrance unpredictable. Before long, he was grinding against the bed, panting and whining into your cunt. 

His voice sent you over the edge. 

With a particularly feral whimper from him, you were pulsing over his fingers and all but yelling expletives as you came. Uncoordinated and blinded by stars, you tugged at the back of his neck until he crawled up to meet you at eye level. 

“Did that feel good?” He was definitely teasing you now. Steven knew the answer to his question, but he relished the sight of you coming down from your high. Your eyelids struggled to open even a bit and your chest heaved underneath him as you fought to steady your breath. Your limbs were weak, but you felt too determined to give up on him now, especially after the pleasure he’d just given you. 

“Your turn.” You muttered, fighting the fatigue that wouldn’t let you sit up. You propped yourself up on your elbow, using your other arm to reach out to him. 

He had leaked a wet spot onto his briefs, his erection painfully hard underneath the thin layer of cotton. This part would be another first for you and you had no frame of reference for what to expect. You traced the outline of him through the fabric, too shy to just reach your hand in. His hand darted to meet yours and he snaked his fingers in between yours from behind, effectively guiding your hand. 

“Do you have a condom?” You asked sheepishly as he pressed your hand against him with more force. There was an unfamiliar look in his eyes, one that was too calm given the situation. His expression didn’t match his body. 

“I do.” His voice was different from before. Much less tentative, though it was still soft. “I assume you’re asking because you want me to fuck you?” 

That you didn’t expect from him. Steven was the kind of person to use “darn” and “my word” instead of even the most family-friendly expletives. But there was no lack of confidence in his words, and he stared at you as though he was sincerely waiting for your response. You moved your hand upward, squeezing his tip lightly through the fabric. 

“Yes. I do.” Your voice wasn’t as confident as you would have liked, but you got your point across nonetheless. All of the cliche first time racing thoughts took their turns in your brain, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted him to continue. 

Is this going to hurt? What if he’s too big for me? What if the condom breaks? Wait, am I supposed to just lie here and let him do all the work? That doesn’t seem right, but what else can I do? 

Your hand grazed a particularly sensitive spot, causing Steven’s breath to hitch. He dropped his hand from yours, leaning back so that you couldn’t quite reach him anymore. 

“We should speed this up, yeah?” He stepped off of the bed to rid himself of his briefs. As he turned to the side, you noticed the muscles along his back flexing and relaxing as he bent his arms and leaned forward. For the first time, his strength was a bit scary to you. Your innermost thoughts were fears that he would break you apart. 

Steven turned back to face you, finally absent of his clothes as you had been for the last little while. You honestly had no frame of reference for how big he was—besides porn of course, but you knew better than to use that for comparison. You tried not to dwell on the sight too much, other than noting that he was surprisingly thick, so you turned your attention to something else as he dug through his bedside drawer. 

“Would it be weird if I put your condom on for you?” Your voice was tiny against the sound of his hands rummaging through the drawer. He raised an eyebrow at you, an amused look of contemplation on his face. 

“That depends. Do you know how?” His gaze didn’t break from the drawer, but you could see that he already had the packet in his hand. The smile on his face was cheeky, but it wasn’t patronizing or rude. 

“Yeah. I mean—I’m pretty sure I do.” You recalled rolling one onto a banana in sex ed during high school. It couldn’t be much different than that, right? 

“Then I say go for it, love.” He tossed the condom at you before dramatically plopping down on the bed, leaning back and letting his legs dangle off the edge. As obviously hard as he was, he didn’t seem to be much in a rush. He looked pretty content, actually. Silly, even. 

The hardest part of the ordeal was just getting the wrapper open. You fiddled for a minute with the edge, all the while Steven had to suppress his laughter. 

“Shut up!” You whined at him before giving up and ripping the wrapper with your teeth. It wasn’t the condom itself that you were unsure of; you were still a bit scared to touch Steven. Your apprehension was obvious all over your face. 

“You know it doesn’t bite, right?” The expression on his face was somewhere between snarky and cute. He knew that a line like that would have been off-putting a half hour ago, but it was the perfect level of teasing to match your energy now. 

It took a bit longer than it should have for you to roll the condom to the base of his dick, but he didn’t mind, and he noted how impressed he was that you had managed to put it on correctly. He did, however, mind that your hands were all over him and he believed he needed to hold back his words of praise. Not because the words themselves would be too much; Steven knew if he opened his mouth to worship you he’d be unable to stop, and you didn’t need to be overwhelmed tonight. 

“Alright, love,” He crawled over you tentatively, again with a surprising aura of calmness and patience. “I’m going to go really slow. If I’m hurting you, you have to tell me, okay?”

“Okay. I trust you, baby.” You didn’t know exactly what to do with your hands, but you knew that you wanted to be closer to him than you already were. He lined himself up with your hips, again using his hand to gauge how ready you were for him. You’d never been aroused enough to want more than one orgasm in a night, but Steven’s demeanor was leaving you less and less satisfied with the one he’d already pulled from you. 

As he slowly pushed in, you elected to wrap one arm up around his neck, using the other to brace yourself against the sheets. The stretch was a lot more than you were anticipating and you instinctively tensed around him at the unfamiliar feeling. 

“Relax, love,” he stilled, well shy of bottoming out. A thin layer of sweat was covering you both, though you were sure his position was more uncomfortable than yours. “It’ll feel better that way. I don’t want you to be in any pain.” 

You took a deep breath before untensing your muscles. Steven waited for a second before continuing to move deeper into you. He shut his eyes to help him focus on his movement, not completely trusting himself to hold steady as pent-up as he already was. 

“You feel alright?” He asked as he finally bottomed out. You nodded, breathless, still focusing on keeping yourself relaxed. The feeling was neither good nor bad, but it was wildly unfamiliar. You took a moment to get used to the sensation of fullness before speaking to him. 

“I’m good.” You took another few deep breaths and it became easier for you to fight the tension in your limbs. He looked at you with an inquiring face, his lips parted slightly and his eyes lidded. “You can move, I think.” 

“You’re doing so good, love,” Steven hummed before pulling back out only slightly faster than he’d pushed in. While the stretch had been a bit of an awkward feeling, you didn’t like the emptiness left in his absence. This time, when he bottomed out again, you were much more receptive to the feeling. It felt less like an intrusion, more like a welcome advance. 

He set a slow pace, attentive to any sign that you were in pain or otherwise unhappy. Steven watched as the stress melted from your face and, before long, nothing but contentment remained. More heat was rushing down to your core, feeding your desire to be closer to him and warping the contentment into a hunger for more. 

“Can—Can you go faster?” You asked him with a hitch in your breath. He’d been waiting for you to say that. You arched your back up in an attempt to kiss him, effectively changing the angle that he was pressing into you. Something inside you shot a wave of electricity up your spine. 

That feeling was new. 

“Steven, there.” You pushed your chest up further, having trouble supporting yourself but chasing the new stimulation. He got the jist of what you were asking and leaned down to meet the angle you were requesting. Another electric shock overcame you. 

A guttural moan erupted from your mouth and you tensed around him. Steven squeezed his eyes shut again, throwing his head back with a soft “fuck” and sputtering a bit in his pace. 

You pulled him down to kiss you, causing his breath to catch in his throat. Everything felt so good, it wasn’t the kind of good that you had imagined it would be. It was blissful and not at all desperate. It was warm and it was soft and it was safe, and you chased the feeling even more. You licked into his mouth, drawing a low, groggy moan from him. 

Your pleasure was building steadily in your core. To the best of your strength, you began to roll your hips to match his pace, gaining a bit of friction on your clit that almost hurt in combination with the other feelings. You couldn’t keep yourself from clenching around him again. Steven’s rhythm began to falter, more curses falling from his lips and into yours. 

The lack of air you were experiencing from abusing his mouth was only fueling your high. You pulled away as the pleasure forced you to arch your back. You were dangerously close. 

“Don’t stop.” You managed to say between gasps. Steven had no intention of stopping, though he was having a lot of trouble steadying his pace. He was getting close, too.

You came around him with a stifled cry, a desperate sound that would have embarrassed you if you could’ve been bothered to care. Your orgasm pulsed through you and you lost your balance against him. The tensing of your body sent him over the edge, too. 

He struggled to hold enough of his weight that he wasn’t smothering you, though you wouldn’t have minded much if he did collapse atop your stomach. For a few long moments he just stayed there, gasping for breath. You were having trouble steadying your own breath as well, but you at least had the mattress to support you. 

“That was…” He tried to say, but he was panting with too much force to get it out. 

“A lot.” You finished for him. Of course, that wasn’t what he was going to say, but he appreciated the thought. “My god.” 

“I was going to say ‘amazing,’ but what you said works, too.” He laughed, breathless. “Don’t know what you were so bloody worried about. I’d say you’re a natural.”

He pulled away and disappeared for a half-second in the en-suite bath, making your heart skip a single beat. He returned, though, having disposed of the condom and holding a warm washcloth in his hand. 

“I don’t know, babe,” You teased as he crawled back up onto the bed, “I’ll definitely need some more practice.”

He rolled his eyes. You could see another trademarked Steven ramble brewing underneath his satisfied gaze. You wondered how he still had the energy for one. 

“I’m not sure what you’d like to do now, but I’ve got a few ideas. First and foremost, though, you should probably use the toilet because I know enough about UTIs to know I don’t want you to get one. We can shower together, if you want, but I understand if that’s too big of a step right now. I brought you a towel if you’d rather just clean up a bit and do something else. We can still watch the movie, I’ve got microwave popcorn around here somewhere—”

“I think I can take it from here, love.” You giggled lazily as he handed you the rag. The movie sounded good, but so did turning in early. You were tired. “Thank you for taking care of me.” 

“Of course, darling. I hope everything felt okay. You’re feeling alright now, aren’t you? I mean, I don’t mean to assume…” 

“I feel wonderful.” You pecked a kiss on his cheek. Steven blushed at you a tiny bit before reaching for a clean pair of boxers. “You did great.” 

“Kinda weird that you’re saying that to me, huh?” He cupped your cheek before heading for the kitchen. “Now really, go pee. I’m gonna go make some tea. You want to finish the movie?”

“We can do that. I might not stay awake all the way through.” You glanced down at the pile of clothes that hadn’t made it to the hamper. A mildly sad thought occurred. “Honey, do you have something I can wear?”

Steven’s shirts wouldn’t fit you, unfortunately. You didn’t dwell on that, though, not giving any bad thoughts the opportunity to hold their ground. Not after the phenomenal evening you had made. 

“There’s a robe hanging on the bathroom door.” He called to you, already putting on the kettle. “Guess you’ll need to bring a change of clothes from now on.”

“I can certainly live with that.”

You wound up snuggled together on the old couch, both minimally dressed and more than exhausted from the day. The Princess Bride continued playing on the screen, but neither of you paid too much attention to that. You abandoned the idea of popcorn, much too tired to eat.

Surprisingly, nothing felt too different about tonight, save for the fact that Steven was wearing far fewer clothes. You were just as content, just as giggly and just as easy-going as ever. If you had more energy, the two of you probably could have gone bowling after all. Steven made intimacy with you feel inherent. It was something he was meant to do with you. 

“I don’t want to walk home.” You grumbled into his chest about the time the credits started to roll. You certainly didn’t want to put back on that cumbersome dress. 

“I wouldn’t dream of that, love. Why don’t you stay here with me?” 

Going to sleep that night was the most natural thing in the world, too. Steven held you gently, but warmly enough that you knew he’d never want to let you go. Nothing could ever make him want to let you go. 

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I'm tagging everyone for this one.

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#steven grant imagine #steven grant x you #moon knight #steven grant #moon knight x you #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant smut #masterlist

[thebroccolination]

Is it okay if you go into greater detail about Win's personality, fears, and insecurities?

OKAY SO.

Win's my favorite character! I love him deeply! And I've been enjoying his character growth in Between Us more than anything.

The interesting thing about following him as a character is that there're different versions of him with similarities and differences: currently unfinished Hemp Rope, his brief appearances in UWMA, the specials, and now the ongoing main series (currently episode four).

His character in Hemp Rope is hard for me to get a read on because we only have unofficial translations and an incomplete story, so a lot of his motivations and emotional interiority are missing nuances.

Here, have the most beautiful image ever drawn of Win, taken from the Twitter account of the official Red Thread mangaka:

Meanwhile, UWMA is tricky as well because as Boun has said, he put a lot of his own personality into the performance because he didn't have a layered character to study. He kind of created his own version of Win out of necessity. He only had about an hour total onscreen, and apart from his stairwell scene giving Dean advice, he didn't have much of an impact on the plot, so he wasn't a central character with a lot of detail.

That said, we got some crucial moments in his scenes with Team that helped us understand what kind of person he is.

So! When I wrote WinTeam fic over the past two and a half years, I used a composite of his characters in Hemp Rope and UWMA. The flirtatious side we see in UWMA, the nurturing side we see in Hemp Rope, etc.

The specials weren't meant to be canon, and honestly someone on here recently called them unofficial workshops, which…yes?! That's a brilliant way to think of them, I think. The feedback they got on the specials (mainly that they were portraying BounPrem more than WinTeam) probably helped them focus their performances in the main series.

So now we're seeing the main series unfold, and since Win has a full development arc to go through now, it's a lot easier for me to see all of these little nuances. He's a full-fledged, multilayered character! One of the leads! YAY FOR MY SON. <3

His core fear seems to be that he's going to be alone forever, and while he seems resigned to it in episode one, he still clearly has some hope by the fact that he's grabbed onto Team with both hands. Even though he also has no idea what to do to keep him, he wants Team.

I think he also has a craving for validation. That "Team helps Win feel wanted" from the synopsis has been an ongoing chant in my head for the past two years, and it's fascinating to see it play out onscreen. I want to see his interactions with his parents before I go too deep into analyzing anything with his family, but it's pretty telling already that no one's actually sat down with View – a sixteen-year-old – and explained what's expected of him. Not until Win did.

Win's mother seems to be the one who nurtures Wan, but then you have scenes where Wan is criticizing both of their parents when he talks to Tul and Win. (Maybe because she doesn't stand up for him strongly enough to his father?) I thought it was fascinating that Wan views Win as the favorite, but he doesn't seem to hold any serious resentment toward him. My guess is it's because of this "rule" Win apparently made up: they're equals to him. Even if their parents have chosen a favorite (unconsciously or not), Win isn't using that leverage over his brothers.

He's even enforced that same equality with food. Maybe it's a conscious or unconscious response to their parents making their favoritism obvious? Or it's just something he thinks is the right thing to do in general. I'm waiting on more scenes with his family, because right now I feel like it could be a number of things.

Basically, my dear Anon, I'm in the middle of a whole new Win Phawin analysis stage. I knew my characterization of him would change with his series, and I'm delighted by what we've gotten so far. :')

I hope this was what you were hoping for!

#kiranokira answers #between us #between us the series #win phawin #win phawin wanichakarnjonkul

[vecnuthy]

🔀 for Steddie!

Yeees!! This is one of my favorite songs of all time.

Steve was going to get the lecture of a lifetime after this scavenger hunt, because, 1) it was eating away at his gas and he'd have to fill up soon, B) it was a lot of work, and Green) every second he spent doing this was time spent away from Steve. But Steve had said that if Eddie did it within three hours, there would be another surprise. The clock was ticking. And Eddie was sweating.

The directions said "No help," which Eddie was seriously considering ignoring. He'd been at this scavenger hunt all evening. The damn moon was out! But the "NO!!! HELP!!!" triple underlined in block letters and star stickers pretty much meant that Steve was serious. Especially with the "I'm SO serious!!" underneath it.

Eddie wondered if Steve had slammed an espresso at his café when he wrote these, because they seemed caffeine-fueled. The paper kind of smelled like coffee too — god, focus, Eddie.

The whole thing was pretty cute, though. Actually, Eddie really fucking loved it. Steve had chosen places of significance to their relationship, walking Eddie down a path of memories that Steve treasured, but staring at the envelope taped to the scantily-clad mannequin in the window, he couldn't help but be dramatic and sigh, thinking, I'm never going to see him again. It's been hours. (It had been an hour and a half) Does he just want me gone? Is this a wild goose chase? Geese are so mean, especially that one that bit me at—

"Are you Eddie?"

Eddie jumped a foot, clutching his chest as he whipped around to see a person halfway out the shop's door, who rushed out a tinkling apology at his shock.

"I am, and I think that's mine," he said through pufffs of air, pointing at the envelope as his heart rate tried to level back out.

"It sure is," they said warmly. A little too warmly. Why were they smirking?

The envelope read:

I can practically feel you being over this by now, so retrieve the armor and get ready to storm the castle, because your quest is almost over. Ask the clerk for the battle gear. Then come storm it already.

S ❤️‍🔥

An actual flaming heart. Steve was so cute, had put SO much effort into this, and all Eddie wanted to do was finally be reunited with this dork and tell him everything he thought about it.

"Looks like I need one battle gear, please."

The clerk's eyebrows shot up, amused, but they said nothing else as they walked around Eddie and started removing the mixture of mesh and leather from the mannequin. Until:

"So put this on first, because it attaches to the...." the clerk explained the order to put the contraption on, the absolutely stunning mess of straps with mesh accents, and Eddie was just stuck in brain-melting mode, knowing in his soul he wouldn't remember any of that, but then it hit it that Steve was going to be wearing it.

His whole body lit up like a match.

"One battle gear, already paid for," they handed the bag over, adding, "And instructions are in the bag." Thank god.

Eddie squeaked out a thank you, took the bag, and headed to the castle, aka, their apartment in an oddly ornate building in the most queer-safe part of Indianapolis. He marveled at the way he hit nothing but green lights the whole way home.

Eddie burst through the door, yelling for Steve, who came into view in a plain white tshirt and baggy jeans, his wire rimmed glasses catching the light, hair looking big and swoopy and soft.

Looking divine.

"Hey, Strider, did you have fun? It wasn't too much, was it?" Steve asked, moving in to give him a kiss, but Eddie more than met him halfway and basically slammed into him, pushing Steve's glasses into his hair (with a finesse that honestly surprised him) so he could give a bruising kiss as he pinned Steve to the wall.

"Fucking marry me," he growled into Steve's ear.

"What?"

"Marry. Me." He bit down on Steve's neck then got very confused when Steve pushed him away with a breathy "No."

"No?"

"No, you beat me to it, you jerk. Just gimme a second." And then they were kissing again, or as much as they could through smiles, then Steve informed him his eyes glittering with mischief, "The surprise was going to be me asking you, but— "

"What if I hadn't made it?" Eddie squawked.

"I had every faith in you," he sealed it with a kiss to the tip of Eddie's nose. "You got your battle gear?"

Eddie pointed to the forgotten bag on the floor.

"Wait, my battle gear?"

Steve nodded, biting his lip and doing a horrible job of holding back a smile.

"I've got mine on already."

And Eddie could see it now, the black under the thin white shirt. Could feel it as his fingertips traced the design, felt the varied texture of lace.

"We've gotta get you in yours, now, big boy."

Eddie, soon to be engaged to one Steve Harrington, was in for quite the night.

#steve dressing eddie in a body harness and lingerie?? while in some himself but it's just under regular degular clothes?? 😵‍💫 #anyway the song is full of pining and yearning about a significant other that may no longer be theirs but. i couldn't do that to these. #so scavenger hunt that was supposed to build to steve popping the question but eddie being feral over his bf derails that #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #proposal mid body worship is what's in store for eddie btw #thank you for sending one in!! 🖤🖤 #vec fic #fics #fic

[biromantic-nerd]

one of the posts you rb today and a way older post i made with your tags, reminded me of your ocd dick grayson hc

i would love love love to hear more about it if you'd care to share <3

I do feel like somewhere buried in my posts is a post about Dick and OCD. I need need need to find it because oh man I should have written everything down instead of just thinking I'd remember. I was looking for it in my tags but I almost lost this in my drafts so I'm just posting but I will continue to look. I might have it written in my private notes if not posted, though I already checked one spot. Will tag you if/when I find it. If not, I'll just type something that makes a lot more coherent sense!

Okay honestly biggest factor was the blorbo gets the self projection award.

However! I do think there's basis for it. There were just some things that pinged my brain and went aha yeah.

A small part of it - easiest part to explain right now - was how people say Dick has eldest daughter syndrome (jokingly or serious) and it is so easy for the neutralization (or layman's terms: being in control aspect of symptoms -> if you do this, it prevents that) to be masked when someone is in a position of leadership. If something has to be done a certain way or else your brain says something terrible will happen - well Dick is already in that position of leadership and is already shouldering a vast amount of responsibility. Masking his symptoms - from others or from himself even - becomes easier.

I think specifically applying the neutralization lenses of OCD is very interesting to me with Dick Grayson. Like the hypervigiliance aspect of OCD is so so easy as well to overlook because of him 1. being trained by Batman who practically invented the word hyper-vigilant 2. his work as a hero - especially as a leadership role - that ensures his diligence where his symptoms get masked as crossed his t's and dotting his i's and just being very thorough and prepared 3. any ~ weird quirks~ are also put into a scope of comparison of all the other people he knows and, well, they all are filled with quirks and honestly a lot of neurodivergence. It's like when ADHD parents say kids with ADHD's symptoms are 'just normal' bc they don't know any different. His scope for things and what humans do is graded on a skewed curve.

If he double checks information, if he makes backup plans, if he has 'odd' rituals for 'good luck' - all these things can be seen as either being prepared or as quirks. It's so easy to overlook as not being OCD even when symptoms are actually debilitating.

But a part of what interests me is - I know the Blockbuster arc is controversial but the idea (made into reality) that Dick will bring destruction into peoples' lives just by being near them and that he thinks by engaging with them that means he's poisoning them it is so, so interesting to me. If he disengages, to him that means they're safe and vice versa because he's the element of contamination here. Kind of an extreme example but currently I can't think of what comics I was reading at the time and I haven't read any this past year - maybe year and a half?

I wrote a fic based on a Robin Dick Grayson that touched on how he neutralized soms things. A lot of neutralization based on how revealing impersonal information would reveal his identity. If he lied about minor and major details of his life, it would protect his secret identity, which would protect his actual life and the lives of those around him. Which sounds reasonable! But it's like lying about what his favorite candy is otherwise his brain is telling him he's endangering the lives of Batman, Robin, and the Teen Titans.

Now so all of the above is focused mostly on undiagnosed OCD but in the future I do hope to further branch out and maybe do a more detailed post (fic in a couple years if I'm lucky. not this year though) about a Dick knowing he has OCD and with more overlapping symptoms. Rituals that interfere with life and don't 'make sense' and can't be explained away via vigilanteism. Contamination issues. Intrusive thoughts. Oh I forgot the word for it but the one with prayer like - "If I do this in this very specific way then this will happen" the piety one it's called because it's almost like praying except very Symptomed and some people do pray and don't realize it's OCD bc they're religious

Anyways thank you for being interested!!!!! I wish I had way more coherency and I am definitely going to come back and reshape this and add on but I wanted you to know I'd seen your ask because I have such a habit of answering asks in buts and pieces and then losing it in drafts so I wanted to get this posted

#asks #my ramblings #dick grayson #ocd & blorbos #i'll start a tag in case #tw long post

[fujoreads]

Umineko: Episode 3 // Review & Thoughts

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SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

CW: Murder (duh); suicide attempt; blood

P.S.: There are broken youtube previews due to my blog's theme, so they won't look as good, but I refuse not to show them.

With this review, I am almost up to date with my Umineko reviews, so let's get this started!

PLOT

I would say this is the easiest episode to solve to far, but to be honest, I'm second-guessing myself as I type.

This episode had its focus on Eva and I loved every bit of it.

For starters, this is the first episode we get where all Ushiromiyas survive the first twilight! It was pretty cool to see all the dynamics in these moments of stress and panic.

The first twilight was rather tame; it's only after the second twilight that things get more serious for both sides: the purgatory side, and Rokkenjima side.

I gotta say though, Kumasawa turning into Virgilia was surprising, and the fight scene was 100% chunni hype KEKW

I don't necessarily love chunni works, but I also don't hate them. For some reason, I really like how Ryukishi writes theses more fantastical scenes; hell, even the dumb comedy scenes! Maybe it's because the works are so heavy that you get relieved when you see some lighthearted action. Though to be fair, this is a split opinion amongst the fanbase.

I find it extremely funny how Schrödinger's cat is always mentioned in VNs. It goes with the plot this time, though.

Evatrice torturing Rosa was tough to watch...

ESPECIALLY this part. Like, holy shit, what a description lmao

This sceneeeeee! When I saw his eyes and heard his tone, I knew Beato fucked up. It was so hype!! So hype I wrote this when I read it lmao

Beatrice's trial sure was something... I even shed some tears.

And then we get this... UOOOOOOH BEATORICHEEEEEE!!!

I got tricked so hard and I can't even hate her.

CHARACTERS

Ushiromiya Kyrie & Rudolf

This is the episode where Kyrie & Rudolf both shine as a couple and individuals—though Rudolf less than Kyrie.

The fight scene with the Stakes was one awesome fight!! I never wanted to marry Kyrie more <3

Ushiromiya Eva (ft. Evatrice)

Evatrice is a very interesting character, even if somewhat annoying. We can see her as the antagonist witch, or just as a personification of Eva's fuel and desire... and trauma.

Ooooh that's a nightmare face alright.

The violence of growing as a woman, living in extremely sexist times and amongst a shitty family, with a powerful surname to uphold... I can relate to two of those aspects, but even if I'm not rich like Eva, I can understand her drive and feelings. Seeing the way Rosa and Eva are developed over the episodes, I can only look forward to the rest of the cast!

Ushiromiya Hideyoshi

I haven't met anyone as compassionate as Hideyoshi. I would say Eva doesn't deserve him, but he's the perfect match for her. She's a lucky woman, in that sense.

Ushiromiya Kinzo

Kinzo might be the one individual I can't like. He might be an entertaining fella, but he's an utterly horrible human being—and I bet I haven't seen half of it.

The way we learn more about her time being Kinzo's captive... it's all too painful to see. It also feels like a romanticized tale, twisting human reality.

Her sweet smile is surely a sight to see, though. For that, I can understand Kinzo's fire, but it seems he has given her more damage than happiness.

Speaking of fire, I absolutely loved this CG. It looks like a painting, and Umineko Project's version animates this scene, making it seem like it's actually burning. Fantastic!

Virgilia

I really liked her character! She is nice, but cunning—a true witch. I enjoyed all the help she gave Battler, and how she betrayed him in the end, outdoing Beato.

AND OF COURSE SHE ALSO HAS A NIGHTMARE FUEL FACE UGH

Chiester Sisters

I love the Chiester sisters! Especially Chiester410—but honestly, the two of them are both fantastic.

(This brought me Maggot Baits flashbacks lmao)

Bernkastel

One of my favorite characters, even if I don't see much of her. Maybe it's because I've read Higurashi beforehand and got hyped seeing someone so similar-looking to Rika?

These moments are precious too. It feels like a treat to Higurashi readers. It's so sad, though...

Lambdadelta

She's here!!

I didn't know anything about her, but I had seen her before, along with Bernkastel. At first, since Bern is clearly based on Rika, I thought Lambda would be a version of Satoko, but looking at her now, I think she might be either a mix of Satoko and young Takano or just Takano.

Her laugh and childish demeanor reminds me of Satoko, but her obsession with Bern and absolute certainty clearly reminds me of Takano and how she keeps Rika trapped in an endless tragedy. Plus, she's very calculating and controlling, which just adds to that theory.

Ange

It's Ange time!! What an introduction to her character :D

I can't wait to explore more of her character in Episode 4, wink wink

Though playing Wingless as she is planning on jumping to her death sure is painful :(

Atmosphere & Soundtrack

As always, great tracks. They make my ears blush ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Discovering both Miragecoordinator and Lost Paradise was such a blessing. I added them to my music player as soon as I listened to them in-game!! Oh, and I must not forget about Dance of the Moon Rabbit. I love that track, though I can't unhear Evatrice's voice over it.

Art

There were so many wonderful CGs in this episode, as I've shown over this entire post. Some scenes were animated for this version, and it adds so much to the immersion!

Final Thoughts

Fantastic as always, no complaints!

I'll give this a score of 7.4/10, aka 4 stars!

<See you soon. Have a nice week.>

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#umineko no naku koro ni #visual novel #review #when they cry #ryukishi07 #07th expansion #blog

[searchingwardrobes]

The morning a comment made me cry . . .

I have been wrestling with posting this for ages. On the one hand, I want to let people who follow my fanfic to know that I haven’t left. On the other, I am an INFJ, an introvert, and a highly sensitive person who never wants to feel like I’m bothering people or whining about my life. Everyone has problems, everyone is busy, am I right? But then last week, I woke up to a comment on Ao3 for a fic that I wrote years ago, and I ended up sitting at my kitchen table and crying.

It wasn’t just the comment. It was that I had just spent the last night in the house we have lived in for the last 17 years. The house each of my children came home from the hospital to. A house I honestly didn’t want to sell or leave. And it wasn��t like we were moving because we found our dream house or because a new job opportunity came up or anything like that. We sold our house because the church my husband just took a new job at has a parsonage, and that means we can live there rent free. You can’t pass that up from a financial standpoint. 

Even if the parsonage is way smaller. And darker. And filthy. And smells bad. And looks like the Byers house in Stranger Things AFTER monsters started coming out of the walls. (ie 80s but gross)

And what makes it harder is that people berate me every time I try to share how hard this is. “You can’t beat free.” I know, I know, but can’t anyone try to imagine how I’m feeling? If you were in my shoes, would it be easy? 

Anyways, so back to the comment. I’ve been doing this fanfic thing long enough that in some ways, the comment just made me roll my eyes. But it was kind of like the proverbial straw, you know? I had been trying to hold it together for days, and this mean comment pushed me over the edge. So there I was, crying at my kitchen table surrounded by moving boxes. 

To compound it all, I haven’t written much at all since November. Scratch that, more like October. This is frustrating because it’s something I love, and it also causes guilt over all my WIPs. But we decided to put the house on the market in early November, and our realtor said we needed to get it listed before Thanksgiving, so there was the frantic race of “decluttering” ie half-packing the house and a million and one little home repair projects and deep cleaning. Then the house was shown only four times, and we got an offer. Great, right? Only they wanted to move in TWO DAYS before Christmas. That was a hard no for me. So they comprised and said two days AFTER Christmas. Their offer was over the asking price, so we had to take it. 

But did I mention the parsonage isn’t livable yet? So yep, we have no home right now. (I won’t say homeless because that word means something very different and much more serious than what we’re going through.) I’ve slept in so many different places over the last week, that this morning I woke up and couldn’t remember where I was. 

Did I mention I also have three kids? 

If you’ve stuck with me so far, don’t worry, I won’t go into all the details. Just understand that our family of five (plus a dog) will soon be living in my aunt and uncle’s basement for possibly two months. While I homeschool. 

And now I feel like I’m whining again. I’m really not a whiner, I promise. I’m just trying to a) explain why I have disappeared for so long and b) why that negative Ao3 comment came at the absolute worst possible time. 

That comment was the least of my worries on that particular day, and a week later, I just don’t think it’s worth discussing. Maybe, though, this tale will help people remember to pause before they type something on the internet. Because the person you are addressing has a real life, and there is no way for you to know what they might be going through. I was actually a little happy when I saw the email because a nice comment would have been a bright spot in an otherwise tough day. Instead, it was a kick while I was already down. Comments have a lot of power for a creator. I wish they didn’t. I wish we all “just wrote for ourselves” or could brush it off easily. But writers are sensitive creatures as a rule, especially fanfic writers who are only doing it as a hobby, not for a career. So, you know, just stop and think for a sec. That’s all. And this comment served no purpose whatsoever. I wrote the fic so long ago, there’s no way I’m revising it. Ironically, the person ended the comment by saying, “Enjoying it so far, though.” Which rang totally false after their long list of what was wrong with the story. 

Side note: the comment has made me contemplate a post on writer’s tips for writing children well. I’m not just a homeschooling mom, I’m also a former teacher. People seem to seriously not realize this, but teachers have to take college courses on child and adolescent development. We are around children a lot, too, so (shock!) we actually are experts in the field. I don’t know - is that something anyone would be interested in as writers? Because you don’t have to be a parent to write kids well - @whimsicallyenchantedrose and @distant-rose are awesome at it, and they don’t have kids. So if you want tips on that, I’d love to share. It’s something I can kind of get on a soapbox about, lol. 

And as for my readers, I’ll tag you all so you know where the hell I’ve been. So here comes the tag list, and I’ll now shut up: 

@snowbellewells @teamhook @kmomof4 @jrob64 @xhookswenchx @thisonesatellite @welllpthisishappening @spartanguard @ohmakemeahercules @tiganasummertree @sparlecorn93 @sals86 @pirateprincessofpizza @xarandomdreamx @zaharadessert @huntressandlioness1 @jamif @undercaffinatednightmare @onceratheart18 @sparlecorn93 @sals86 @pirateprincessofpizza @xarandomdreamx @zaharadessert @huntressandlioness1  @winterbaby89 @hollyethecurious @svenjaliv

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