#hmm for the eyesight rule

[kicktwine]

wanted to ask, could we get a look in to how you put together your animatics?? I've been toying with the idea of trying to make one of my own, but I've got no idea where to start

oh yeah totally

though to be fair, a HUGE chunk of my time is spent listening to about 20 seconds of a song and imagining how the images move around like a little movie, and I refine a ton of stuff in my head before starting to actually put scenes down on paper. This happens with non-music boarding too, imagining different versions of how the scenes line up with dialogue/music. So step one: put a song on repeat and daydream for at least two hours. But, if you aren’t sure how to do this, I’d suggest looking at animatics, MAP projects, AMVs, animated musicals, fight scenes, etc. what do they do that’s cool? Imitate them.

after that, I have most of the main images with some blank spots im not sure how to fill until I put them down. I make something like this and get the compositions of each main image looking more or less okay in this form. This is also the stage I figure out the in between blank spots. I try not to have weird camera moves or other storyboarding don’ts, but some storyboarding donts are completely valid to break if you know what you want aesthetically. As usual. This one was actually pretty clean, but check out all the framing edits. i always have to make the frame bigger

If you really don’t know what goes in between things, don’t be afraid to focus on some little details of the scene, pull out and show us the setting, put some flowery symbolism on screen, give us some fun little comedic anime inserts, or do what cowboy standoffs do and build tension. What we used to do was draw paws stepping across the screen or eyes blinking, lol

next comes audio sync! I like to get the timing extant on copies of these rough thumbnails before moving on. It helps my brain work through smaller more animated movements + testing if the things I came up with for the blank spots work. and also just makes it happy. And also, most importantly, it tests if the compositions work. If you can see it, the whole sequence with mom was a blank spot until I sketched it. I usually do this step in roughanimator even if i don’t finish it in roughanimator. Keeps it very rough.

after this is just a lot of polishing and layers! For lots of small animatics, I just use roughanimator and leave it like that. It’s surprisingly good for a very basic program. But, for things that need tweens or lots of camera movement, I use toon boom harmony. It’s more powerful and is actually supposed to be used for animation, which. Yknow. I do. I tried storyboard pro, it wasn’t my favorite.

Here are some, I guess, miscellaneous more technical tips for making your animatics feel nice!

If you’re going for lots of movement, try out timing it so big movements or scene transitions line up with the spikes in the audio WAV. If it doesn’t feel right, move it a few frames BEFORE the spike/audio beat. Your brain usually wants to see something move barely before it hears it - this works for dialogue especially. BUT! Don’t feel like you have to do this for every beat. unless you want to feel like Wes Anderson, which you can do and I will not stop you.

If you’re going for something slower with not that much movement, try motion tweening! or adjusting something very slowly so we don’t linger on one still image for forever.

you don’t need crazy camera angles for everything, but put a few in there for spice. This all depends on your mood you want to cultivate. Slow = flatter, spacious, details; fast = lots of moves, weird angles, perspective; disorienting = slow/jerky weird angles etc etc. the camera has emotions built into it. Because the camera is you! surprise!

watch storyboarding tutorials. lots of people zoom in too much when they draw and I am not excluded. Also, keep in mind the eyesight rule. It’s hard for me to explain concisely but… you as the artist are always leading the viewers eye somewhere, with every shot you make. Don’t make them dizzy by having the center of attention jump around to six different spots for six shots straight - if you find yourself unhappy with a sequence, especially a fast one, see if your line of sight is going all over the place and try moving the subject of a shot or two somewhere else or having them move/gesture towards the new shot’s focal point so the viewers eye moves there naturally. I’m actually not great at doing this when words/lyrics are involved, pmv makers have my respect.

contrast is your friend. If you want to emphasize a big fast move or big bright image, put little slow moves or simple images right before/after it. and vice versa! this counts for camera too!

easy camera shakes are just 3-4 frames of cam down/up/down less/up less, a blank tween or two (easing back into normal), and then a key for your desired normal camera location. Or left/right, whichever.

your brain needs about six frames to fully register an object as being an object. If you want someone to see and really See it, rather than just get a glimpse of it and go "What was that!" It needs more than six frames.

don’t be afraid to experiment!!!!!! And don’t get overwhelmed! Everything I just described I MOSTLY do off instinct, which you’ll get a sense for after you make one. Or like…. Ten. Does it feel good in your heart? Then that’s what’s important. Find an idea you want to make move, figure out your limits (programs, attention span, drawing capability, make sure not to commit to a minute long amv if you dont KNOW you wanna do a minute long amv), and plan around that. When I was A Child, people on youtube were just making like three amvs per second and cringe hadn’t been invented yet so they were all mostly untrained unpolished and so so important and based to me. Stop thinking so hard about it. You gotta get that animatic out there into the world or it’ll start fermenting in your brain and make you sick. So what if it doesn’t turn out exactly the way you imagined it? You’ll have another idea tomorrow. And if it matters that much, you can always do it again. Go make! Good luck!

#long post #haha sorry! That turned into more of a tutorial which I hope is what you wanted #i dont know how to do edits; honestly; but thats not what you asked. a very cool form of video making! no clue how to do it well #ask #anon #hmm for the eyesight rule #dont misunderstand -- dialogue over the shoulder shot a/ shot b style are not 'jumping around' #i mean like something moves on the LEFT and then the next shot has something spinning down from the TOP to the BOTTOM and then the next #you have something on the LEFT again moving UP #yknow? #idk if hearing gifs counts as synesthesia but silent moving things make noise in my head #so it kinda works vice versa. sometimes noise can make moves

[aliceinborderlandscrolls]

King Of My Heart

Chishiya Shuntarō x reader

Chishiya knew about your feelings all along

Fluff

“You don’t understand. I was this close to being shot… This close!” I held my pointer finger and thumb as close as they could be.

“I think you forget that I was there. The bullets didn’t even go near you.” Chishiya scoffed as he changed.

I watched him take off the comfortable looking sweater to change into his lucky white jacket. I rummaged through the plastic bag that held the few clothing items I was able to grab without the King of Spades finding us. It was pure Chishiya luck that we were able to hide in this shabby hotel filled six stories high. I took off the ripped tank top and shorts I had on, flinging them to the side of the room. I picked up the pair of black jeans, putting them on before shrugging on a soft white long sleeve. I didn’t mind changing in front of the nonchalant mastermind for the fact that I had chills running down my spine at the slight chance of being found by the shooter.

“I think you need to see a doctor for your eyesight Chishi.” I stated turning around to find him leaning against the doorframe, waiting for me.

He rolled his eyes, “I am a doctor.”

I stepped closer to him, “Then answer me this cat boy, would save me if I was shot?”

He looked me up and down before letting out a quiet hmm, “Maybe.”

I gasped walking past him and grabbing his hand, “Let’s go before I actually come across the possibility of putting my life in your hands.”

“I prefer my hands in my pockets.” Chishiya grumbled though he made no attempt to untangle his hand from mine.

It was my turn to roll my eyes, “I know that. I saw you with your hands in your pockets barely running while we were being hunted. Where are we going anyways?”

“There was a game not to far from here. Head left once we make it out of the hotel.” He said.

I sighed as we made it to the gates of a prison, “I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes…”

“Are you still on about that?” Chishiya tsked, “The grenade would of had a better chance at killing you. I mean you kicked it like a football and you’re worried about tiny bullets?”

“There’s a three second rule for grenades not bullets.” I shrugged as I looked up at towards the sky.

The Jack Of Hearts blimp floated above us and an uneasy feeling rested in the pit of my stomach.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, my voice softer as I looked to him, “Maybe we should do a clubs game instead…”

“I’m sure.” He nodded, “We need to play a game before our days run out and between the two of us, hearts will be a walk in the park.”

“Or a walk in a prison.” I motioned to where we were, “Ready to become a convict?”

Chishiya gave me is famous are you kidding me look as he opened the door, “Let’s get a move on then prisoner.” He said, waiting patiently for my next move

“Ever the gentleman I see.” I gave a short bow before walking inside.

“Only for you.” He murmured, following close behind.

The two of us eventually landed at a table with collars spaced evenly on top of it. There seemed to only be a few left, meaning there were already players inside.

“I hate these.” I whispered already feeling my throat close up at the thought of the collar exploding around my neck.

“I know.” Chishiya said as he secured a collar around his neck.

That simple motion left zero chances of me walking out of here and he knew that. He knew I’d never leave him. My heart would allow it and so I grabbed the collar, looking at it.

“Do you think you could…” I gently handed him the collar and turned around so he could secure it around my neck.

He stepped closer to me, gently moving any stray hair out of the way as he put it around my neck.

“I wish it would be something other than this that you put around my neck.” I chuckled.

“Are you suggesting you want me to buy you a diamond necklace?” He said as he clasped the collar into place.

“Diamonds… Candy… Anything would make me happy as long as it was coming from you.” I turned to look at him with a smile.

“Sap.” Was all he said, a blush forming on his cheeks.

“Only for you.” I repeated his words from earlier.

The game was simple. Trust in your partner. Find the Jack of Hearts. Then you win and you can leave. That was all and while it may be the easiest thing in the world for me, it seemed others had a harder time coping with the frazzling distrust slowly seeping it’s way into each player. Except for us of course. We watched patiently as each player began to pair up.

“Hey…” I gave the poor frazzled guy who has been standing next to us this who time, “You can partner with us, we’re not looking to get anyone killed.”

The relief was evident on his face as he nodded eagerly, “Thanks.”

Any attempt of anxiety that even dared to creep into my bones every time I stepped into a cell was washed away the moment I found the cozy blonde waiting for me after each round.

I watched Urumi manipulate her small group with a lollipop and smile on her face. It made me wonder if anyone was actually buying her innocence act.

“Unbelievable…” I breathed out, glancing over to Chishiya to get his opinion only to find him happy watching the scene unfold as he munched on his cookies.

The look on his face made my heart swell as he took such happiness from such a little treat. Adorable… I thought as a blush creeped up my face. I quickly covered up my heart eyes with a cough the second he gave me his full attention.

“Are those the only cookies, you’re going to eat?” I stared at the cookies he keeps getting.

The players were dwindling as the days went on and the only source of entertainment was each other and watching the others slowly lose their minds. Our ally included… His heart was too big for this game.

“They’re the best.” He stated simply.

“Oh I beg to differ.” I held up a box of vanilla flavored panda cookies, “These are the best.”

He barely glanced at my cookies, “You’re just basic.”

I gasped, clutching my box of cookies close to my chest, “How dare you insult my cookies!”

“I didn’t insult your cookies.” The look in his eyes screamed devilish as he took a bite of his biscuit, “I insulted you.”

I let out a cry as I fell back into the bench as if I had been shot in slow motion, “I take it back… Being shot would have hurt way less…” I breathed out before pretending to die.

It wasn’t even a minute before I felt one of his biscuits hit my face. I blinked my eyes open as I gave him a mock glare, “Did you just hit me with your biscuit?”

“Had to make sure you weren’t dead.” He shrugged.

“If I didn’t lo-” I was silently grateful for the interruption to my almost confession. I looked over to one of the only people who deserved to be behind these walls.

“How long have you two liked each other?” Banda asked, taking a seat on the other side of the table.

“Oh um…” I stuttered as the blush on my cheeks suddenly returned with a vengeance, “We’re not…”

“Two months ago, she told me to shut up.” Chishiya answered nonchalantly.

I looked at him in shock, my cheeks the color of strawberries because he was right… That was the moment I fell for him.

“You knew that I…?” I asked bewildered.

“Pretty easy.” He shrugged.

I punched him in the arm, “And you didn’t think to mention anything?!”

“Figured you found out my feelings as well.” He answered.

“You just smirked at me and walked away!” I waved my hands around, “How was I supposed to catch on to that?!”

“You tell me. We haven’t been apart since.” He stated and I couldn’t come up with a good comeback.

The speaker letting us know it was time to head to our cells.

I sighed getting up, clutching my box of cookies in my hand. Following the blonde towards the cells.

“Interesting…” Banda murmured, deducing that neither of us were the Jack of Hearts. This meant that his earlier deduction was current.

“What was my suit again?” I mumbled, not being able to look him in the eyes.

“Heart.” Chishiya assured me for the second time.

I looked at his collar once again to be certain, “Yours is a Diamond.” I repeated.

He nodded, “See you in a minute.”

He brushed his hand against mine before entering his cell. I entered the once next to him repeating suit he told me.

“Heart.”

I can’t believe that sly cat… The embarrassment of the sudden confession slowly began to wash away as a smile formed on my face. He liked me too.

Now all we had to do was survive this place together.

#alice in borderland #aib #aib season 2 #aib spoilers #aib headcanons #chishiya fic #chishiya imagine #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #alice in boderland x reader #aib x reader

[renata-has-thoughts]

W/c: 1.4k Pairing: Female Reader x Tyler Durden Includes: NSFW, Service dom Tyler, incredibly horny/needy Tyler (couldn’t help myself haha), dubcon b/c drunk Tyler, fingering (reader receiving), dirty talk, Tyler begging, dubcon b/c Tyler begs (but reader is into it), insinuations of oral sex.

A/n: Something short for today. She was yowling while I was writing this I stg. Either ‘version’ of Tyler can be imagined, as I didn’t use physical descriptors for him. Please check the tags, as this is sort of dubious in nature, but both are into it. Irl, don’t do this. Pls. Per usual, no minors (obviously). Enjoy.

You didn’t participate in Fight Club. But dating the founder and leader of it meant you had the general idea of what went down. The rules were easy. Don’t talk about it, two men to a fight, so on and so forth. Another thing you knew: Tyler had gotten into the recent habit of taking a shot for every time he fought during a night of Fight Club prior to coming home for the evening. By that logic, tonight he must’ve been really pent up.

This occurred to you the very second Tyler walked through the door of your shared home. You knew him well, but you didn’t have to have any context to his behavior to know he was more than tipsy. Anyone with eyesight could tell you that.

It must’ve been about eleven or twelve, and you were pouring yourself a glass of water in the kitchen before calling it a night. You heard the clattering of keys from the door, and a muffled curse from a familiar voice. Typical Tyler.

A beat passed, and the blundering idiot finally figured out how to work the keys and get into the house, emerging with a groggy, “Honey, I’m h-home!”

You glanced over your shoulder to see him stumble into the kitchen, and promptly catch himself on the wall.

“Uhm, hi, Tyler,” you said, trying to fight the urge to smile.

“Good…eveni…hi,” he coughed, arching his back against his slumped position on the wall, moaning without shame when he cracked it just right.

From this motion, you could see something obvious. The poor bastard had a raging hard-on.

“Did Fight Club go well?” You asked, forgoing your prior activities to turn and face him, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed.

He didn’t answer for a moment, nodded drearily, then suddenly,

“I’m so fuckin’…hnghh…horny f-for you,” he growled, grimacing as he bucked his hips against nothing.

You raised your eyebrows, giving him an incredulous look, sparing your eyes to dart obviously from his own, to his erection, and back.

“You don’t say.”

“Oh, you’re such a teasee…fuck-you look,” he swallowed harshly, walking unevenly to the scratched-up table a few feet before you which acted as a mock counter island.

“I look…?” You prompted, biting your lip in an effort to not burst out laughing.

“I-fetching,” he managed to get out.

“Fetching?” You clarified. At this point it was getting difficult to not succumb to a fit of giggles. That was a new word for him. And to use it when you’re just in a pair of cotton shorts and some t-shirt?

“I dunno, fuckable, so…hah, so hot,” he sniffed, snatching up a loose pen from the table and proceeding to dance it across his knuckles.

It was a common stim for him-drunk or not-to fiddle with a pen. He was actually rather impressive with it, too. With the way he focused so intently on it at that moment, you felt like he was an exotic bird trying to coax in a mate. A futile display to try and get you to find him more enticing.

“Do you like how my…my fingers work, hmm?” He muttered, sparing a quick look up to your steady gaze on his hands. “Do you like how quick I am with ‘em? You…you wann’em up y-your pussy? Curling and pushing in and out, up ‘n down…in and…fuck.” He dropped the pen and frowned.

You unintentionally got a bit turned on from his murmurs of fingering you, to be honest. He was so desperate for you-his only focus-even subconsciously. The attention made you avert your eyes. Despite his clear desires, he was probably worn out from fighting and shouldn’t worry about fucking you. But you couldn’t help crossing one leg over another.

He took notice of this move, and stepped closer, cornering you against the counter.

“Do you want me? Want me t-to fuck you?” His hips were dangerously close to yours.

“You’re drunk, Tyler,”

“I’m not…’n even if I was, I always wanna fuck you when ‘m so-ngh-…not drunk, too.” He wasn’t wrong in saying that. The man was always horny. He closed the distance and pushed his groin against yours.

Oh, whatever. Damn it all. You threw your head back and moaned. Who wouldn’t?

“Tyler, you-“ you fought one last time, trying to retain some dignity. Deep down, though-in fact, not really deep down at all-you wanted him so bad.

“Please, say yes, ple-pleaasee…” He choked out, dipping his head in proximity to your neck.

“Okay, yeah, but-but just hand stuff-“ you managed before he crashed his lips onto your jawline, kissing and biting with the need of a starved man. He was practically growling with lust.

“We should…go to the bedroom, Ty,”

“N-ngh-noo, lemme take you on the c-counter…” he whined, grumbled against your skin as he continued to mouth all over you.

“Mmm…fine,” you sighed, a small grin on your face as you smoothed out his hair.

With that, he hooked his arms under your knees and hoisted you up onto the counter. You instinctually propped yourself up with your elbows.

Quickly, but clumsily, he slid off your shorts, exposing how wet you already were.

“Y’want my fingers? In you?”

“I said ‘hand stuff’, didn’t I?”

His hands curved up your thighs, pulling them apart so he could have better access to you.

“This ‘s what I’ve wanted all night…” he moaned, fingering along your slit.

“Christ, Tyler..shit!…” you moaned with him, clenching your eyes closed as a result of the stimulation.

“Wan’ my fingers to rub all over your cli-?”

“Yes, Tyler, just, fucking fuck me already!”

“Ahh, that’s what I like…” he growled, pumping two fingers in, easily due to your wetness, letting his thumb rest on your clit.

You mumbled a slurry of ‘yes’s incoherently when he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, just as he had promised. His thumb inadvertently moved up and down on your clit as a wonderful consequence of his ministrations.

“Mmm, I knew you’d like this..,” Tyler groaned, quickly kissing the inside of one of your thighs as he picked up the pace.

“You’re too damn good, Ty, h-how could I not..?” You stuttered amidst broken noises.

“You think this ‘s good? Just you…heh, just you wait…” he groaned before curling up his fingers with each pump, grazing perfectly over your g-spot every time.

“Oh, Tyler, oh fuck! Yes!” You winced, fighting to keep your eyes from closing shut so you could look down at him.

For a quick beat, he made eye contact with you, and shot you a devious, drunken grin. It was both adorable and also very, very hot.

You barely noticed his erection against one of your legs as he got himself off on it, his small whimpers mixing with yours in harmony.

Somehow, impossibly, he got faster. By nature, you clenched around his fingers, especially as he added a third one with a slight chuckle at your reaction.

“Oh, fuck you, Tyler, you jackass, fuck that-feels-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence when his thumb, already rubbing on your clit, started circling it, too.

“Feels good?”

You nodded with desperate feverence.

By some fantastic talent, he didn’t let up, enjoying your moans and their ever-increasing pitch as he worked at what he was lusting over for so long.

“You gonna cum? Pleaseee tell me your gonna cum, I wanna with you-I wanna cum with you,” he droned, whining.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll cum with you, Tyler, don’t let up,”

“I wasn’t, fuck, I wasn’t planning on it,”

You both moaned loudly, and one of your hands reached over and grabbed his shoulder, digging your nails into it as you came on his fingers. He wasn’t long behind you.

Your orgasm lasted a good amount of time, with Tyler expertly keeping the pace, only slowing down as your orgasm did. You didn’t even notice how he slid his groin off of your leg until it was off.

The first thing you said was with a laugh. “Did you cum in your pants, Tyler?”

“Could you’ve expected m-me not to…?”

His arms hooked under yours and he helped you back up onto your feet, still tingling from the climax.

“Do you wanna take this ‘nto the bedroom?” Tyler asked, still a bit tipsy and trying not to stumble over his words.

“What?”

“Whaddya mean ‘what’? ‘m not done with you,”

You placed your hand in his and bit your lip from a smile, letting him lead you.

“I know you said, l-like, hand stuff ‘n whatever, but…can I use my mouth on you? Please? I’ll be good, ‘n-“

“Yes, Tyler, you can,”

“Thanks.”

You forgot all about the water you originally went in to get.

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#tyler durden #Tyler durden smut #tyler durden x reader #the narrator fight club #fight club smut #the narrator x reader

[startouched--blog]

Sweetheart, the link to rules works!! Btw I've read and.. I'm ready to request for something (of course feel free to ignore it, if you prefer to :D♥).. but what kind of dates would Ichiro, Ramuda, Doppo and Kuko bring the reader (gn!) to? qwq.. I'm curious- haha♥ Thank you and welcome again! I hope you'll feel good here and get more attention as a writer! Byee *hugs hugs*

NOTE - the request is so sweet no worries about it! hugs to you as well ! <3

SCENARIO - what kind of date would they take you on? PAIRINGS- Ichiro x gn!reader // Ramuda x gn!reader // Doppo x gn!reader // Kuko x gn!reader GENRE - fluff, dates!

Ichiro Yamada ─── ✧

☇ Ichiro would love to take you out somewhere special for such a special occasion, somewhere with some privacy is what he told you, but them he simply took you to a calm and quiet café.

☇ You would ask why he had lied about the location but he would simply chuckle and say " it's a surprise! "

☇ You'd give a huff but in return a pat on the head as he seated you. The two of you talk quietly in the booth seat while eating only a small meal, odd hmm. .

☇ The two of you finish your café meal, Ichiro taking your hand, he would lead you out somewhere else, holding your hand gently, rubbing yours with the top of his thumb.

☇ He gently placed a hand over your eyes, you were confused, but he just simple led you foreword " come ooon, not too far now s/o, I swear it will be something worth waiting for! "

☇ You'd give an exhausted sigh, but you didn't mean it in a bad way, you loved this dummy of course so you trusted him. He'd let go of your eyesight and put his hands to his hips. In front of you was a lovely set up with a blanket in the grass and some random flowers Ichiro found a little bit before the date.

☇ It seemed so quickly put together but also not as well? there was even a basket sat down on the blanket, and your boyfriend there too, what could be better. With how happy you were, you ran up to him and hugged tightly, so happy at how beautiful it was, happy to how he was there with you " you didn't have to do all of this y'know, we could have had a nice date at the café "

" ah ah! a special person like yourself deserves a special date~! "

Ramuda Amemura ─── ✧

☇ Ramuda never really has a plan on where to go for dates, it's a recurring theme with him, but it was always fun getting to wander around with him and his antics.

☇ He'd hold you hand gently and skip beside you, candy in his mouth as he spoke random things to you " ahoo! did you know . . . s/o~~ come loook!"

☇ He would take you to all kinds of stores and try to spoil you by buying you a bunch of candy or maybe something that would last longer,, you would eventually pick though and he would gladly buy it, probably sneaking a candy in the pocket anyways.

☇ He would drag you around by the hand or even wrist, sometimes clinging to your arm and whispering things to you as you walk, just to be a tease. " waaaah, s/ooooooo pay ateeeention to meee "

☇ Of course to his request, if you were taller you'd kiss the top of his head, and if shorter you'd get up and move his bangs, kissing his forehead.

☇ At the end of the date he would take you home and simply be ever so more clingy than he was earlier, he was happy to be with you and wanted you to NOT leave, so he'd cling.

☇ He would sit beside you and cling to your body, being at whiny as ever, but it was something you admired in a way, it was part of the character he chose to show you, so why not soak it in while you had all the time in the world to do so.

" waaaah, s/o do you have to leave so soooon? "

" Ramuuu you know I'll come see you tomorrow, don't be like that silly"

Doppo Kannonzaka ─── ✧

☇ Doppo would definitely plan days in advance so everything was perfect for you, being that he is so worried about things going wrong and messing up.

☇ Poor guy would be pacing back and forth as he waited for you to arrive, mumbling about all of the things that could go wrong, everything that he could mess up.

☇ When you arrived though at his door, all the worry seemed to be washed away. Looking you up and down gently with his eyes, a smile reaching his often sad looking face. He smiled and offered you inside, allowing you to grab his hand gently "a-ah s/o you. . Look good"

☇ You'd give him all the attention in the world, allowing him to take you to a small and neat table he had set out a little earlier ago, flowers set on the table as well. " They. . I got them for you. . They matched your eyes" he'd quietly mumble that confession.

☇ You'd giggle at him but it was cute, giving him a kiss on the cheek before being seated at the table. It was such a neat looking setup, Doppo bringing over the food that he had make earlier, his hand shook a little as he walked around, trying to make everything perfect.

☇ "Doppo,, there is no need to push yourself " you'd give a pout to him, rubbing your hand over his to calm him down. "b-but. . I want to make it special. . for you".

☇ He just wanted to make everything special for you, everything to be perfect for his perfect s/o, he just wanted for you to feel as good as how he viewed you. You just sighed and kissed his forehead, leaving a blush to his cheeks and ears.

☇ You spent the night eating the dinner that he had made, it was such an amazing meal, leaving you astonished at how good of a cook he was. After the meal he would clean everything up and take you to the couch, sitting you down onto his lap with blankets and pillows, just to watch the tv, a peaceful way to end it no?

" Doppo maybe you should take off work tomorrow, I think it'll help with today's stress . ." " mn. . but you've taken it all away. . s/o "

Kuko Harai ─── ✧

☇ He's like Ramuda in some ways , he doesn't really plan out what he does with you he just wants to spend time with you! No matter what it is or what it is you do with him.

☇ Although, today he decided to take you out in Nagoya, taking you out to a lovely little secluded restaurant but was still well know. " come on s/o, just this way!" he'd laugh all the way, being gentle as he held to your hand to not loose you in the random crowds that might appear on the way there.

☇ Once there, her would definitely pay for anything you'd want to eat, something small or big he'd pay for all of it, it was a special day after all hm?

☇ He'd simply let you talk about how you've been, occasionally butting in to say something or comment, but it was always when he could. He'd always be so interested in what you had to say, to him you were so much more interesting than anything else that could exist!

☇ And with that the meal was over, now all that was left was what he had actually planned for you. He'd nervously take your hand and lead you through a crowd before getting up to higher ground, sitting down on a ledge with you, holding you in his arms gently, chuckling at the blush that came to your face.

☇ Little to your knowledge, Kuko has taken you to a firework show that was in a smaller part of the city! He never told you and just wanted to see the happy change in your face, shifted from confused to excitement as the first firework was lit, bright colors filling the skies in only a matter of seconds.

☇ " beautiful huh s/o? haha! that's how I see ya"

☇ After the firework shows that played on, he'd take you to the temple to stay the night over, he didn't want you going anywhere this late at night of course! So he let you stay in his room with him for the night, what a lovely boyfriend he was~.

" aw come on s/o , we've slept together before, what makes today different ? "

" I-I I dunno! come on silly it's time for bed! "

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #x reader #Ichiro Yamada #ichiro x reader #ramuda amemura #ramuda x reader #doppo kannonzaka #doppo x reader #kuko harai #kuko x reader

[excessive-vampires]

Alphabet Thralls Part 6: R's Conditioning

Masterlist with content warnings

Taglist: @d-cs @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @softvampirewhump

R’s eyesight was blurred by tears as well as his lack of glasses as he was led to a small room and strapped into a chair. He continued crying until he heard the door open and approaching footsteps. Someone looked at him and sighed. His face was roughly dried with a tissue and his glasses were placed on his face. He blinked up at the woman in front of him. Her clothes were professional and reminded him of people who had interviewed him for jobs before. There was something in her face and posture too that seemed to indicate she was judging him. He felt a little self-conscious about crying. She walked over to the chair across the desk from him and sat down. With its blank walls and utilitarian furniture the room really did create the impression of serious professionalism. 

She pulled a packet of papers out of a drawer in the desk and looked through them, taking her time and occasionally glancing at R with an unreadable expression. After a few minutes she put the papers back in the drawer and turned her full attention to R.

“So, you’re R-23.”

R didn’t quite know how to respond to that. He didn’t want to identify himself as a nameless product for these vampires to do with as they pleased, but denying it could make them angry, maybe if he did what they wanted they’d mess with his mind less. “Yes.”

“That was rhetorical,” The woman said. “Do you know why you’re here, why we took you?”

“To be given to some monster like a piece of meat.” R grumbled, abandoning the plan to try to please the handler since it had seemed to just annoy her.

“It’s because your manager made you work that extra night shift.”

“What?”

“If you hadn’t been walking home at night we would’ve taken someone else. It was just a matter of opportunity. You were working later than the buses run, so you got taken.”

This wasn’t how R had expected this to go. Was knowing this supposed to mess with his mind enough to let the vampires mold it however they pleased?

“How does that information make you feel?”

“Angry,” R said. Because as confused as he was, he was also furious. 

“Who are you angry with?”

“My manager,” R answered truthfully without thinking.

“And what are you going to do with that anger? Hmm? If we put you right back on that street right now and left because of a random clerical error and let you go back to work, how would you react to seeing your manager again?”

R wanted to say he’d demand better treatment or quit, but that wasn’t true, and telling the truth right now felt… right. Like a sort of last confession. Not that he was Catholic. “I wouldn’t do anything.”

The woman smiled. “Why not?”

“I wouldn’t want to lose my job. I need it.” 

“That’s right. You know how the world works, don’t you? If you want to survive you have to work hard.” 

“Yes…” R officially had no idea where this was going. 

“You’ve endured a lot of mistreatment in your life, but never really fought against it. Why is that?” 

“Because that would have made trouble for me, made it harder to survive.” 

“And surviving is the most important thing, right?” 

“Yes.” The longer this discussion went on the more true that statement felt. He had to focus on surviving. 

“I’m going to tell you exactly what you need to do now to survive, but I think you already have some idea. You need to behave. To do as you're told. To work as hard as you can to make sure no one has any reason to want to get rid of you. Because you want to be where we’re sending you.”

That sounded… mostly right. But the part at the end… “I don’t…”

“You are going to have all your needs met and provided for. You’ll have food, shelter, clothing, as long as you work hard and follow orders, you won’t have to worry about how to survive, just like it’s always been.”

That was how his life had always been. R found himself nodding. 

“That’s right, you just need to know the rules you need to follow and you’ll be set for the rest of your life. You’re very good at following rules, you have so much experience, so that’s going to be very easy.”

“Yeah…” 

“The exact rules may vary based on what your owner tells you to do, but let’s go over the general list.”

#AT #AT Dexter

[frodo-with-glasses]

Happy Sunday!

It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these tag-response posts, sooo why don’t we do that right now?

First of all, a HUGE thank-you to everyone for your enthusiasm and encouragement as I worked on the poster, your well-wishes as I recovered from being sick, and your congratulations on the blog birthday post! If I took screenshots of everybody’s sweet tags and comments, I’d quickly reach tumblr’s image limit (LOL), but you all know who you are, so this is for you: THANK YOU! The poster is done, I’m feeling much better, and I’m stoked about the possibilities of another year here at Frodo-With-Glasses, and every day is a little brighter thanks to your kind words. ^-^

Now, let’s respond to some individual tags!

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From the comments on this post:

Everyone who complimented the Bucky Jacket is officially cool. I don’t make the rules. It says right here in the Coolness Handbook: “If you like the jacket, you are cool.” So there you have it. X-D

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From @holbytlanna on this post:

You’re always welcome to add theories, Anna! And dude, I think you’re on to something; the race of Man in general is just as foreign to an Elf as Elves are to us, so of course he’d be like *shrug emoji*. It’s no weirder than their short lives and poor eyesight and the fact that they sink in snow. What else is new?

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From @find-the-path on this post:

Never apologize for spam liking! It’s been a delight to watch you experience this blog for the first time. Welcome! And dude, this is some incredible insight; I’m gonna be chewing on this one for a while, ‘cause I’ve never thought about it that way before. A clear glass filled with light for those to see that can…

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From the comments on this post:

Hmm, so it’s the Boromir and Faramir angst that gets you, huh?? Interesting…very interesting… *faint noises of a pencil scribbling on paper*

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From @lady-merian on this post:

Why yes, how did you know?? :-D I’d actually just finished Proverbs and started Ecclesiastes when I wrote that little poem. Quite astute!

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From @heckin-music-dork on this post:

Oh wow, would you look at the time, it is once again COUSIN FEELS O’CLOCK

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From @catkin-morgs on this post:

YOOOOOO 👀 Didn’t expect this old essay to start making the rounds again, but I think you’re on to something! Judas betrayed with a kiss, but Sam is expressing the opposite of betrayal, that is, faithfulness—both faithfulness to his master and to the cause for which they set out—and now I’m seriously wondering whether or not that was intentional on Tolkien’s part because MAN.

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And finally, thank you to everyone who’s still pouring in and leaving excited comments on the completed poster, because SAME 8-D

#sweet people saying sweet things #lady glasses speaks #mention of: #theology #christianity

[radiant-flutterbun]

Just Evan Part 7

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Evan had just checked out a few books from the clan librarians. He lifted the heavy tomes onto a table in the room that was considered the main library room. The whole clan was technically a library, but this room was isolated and used primarily to be a quiet place to surround yourself with books. It was also where The two clan librarians, two imperials named Lakra and Masika spent most of their time. As well as the goddess turned imperial, Sagacious.

Evan was careful to give her a wide berth. He had never talked to her, but he didn’t trust her. Muerto had made it clear that his sister was never up to anything good. If Muerto had had his way she’d be in the attic just like Match. But unlike Match, Sagacious has given the clan no indication that she planned to do anything but read. It was rare to find her doing anything without her nose in a book. Evan was surprised she hadn’t read all of the books in the clan yet.

Evan took a deep breath and opened the first book on top of his pile. Reading had never been a thing he enjoyed, unless it was in the form of comic books. He especially hated researching. Back when he was just a normal kid who went to school there were days when he would rather take a failed grade than to put any effort in researching a topic. But this wasn’t some useless school project. An actual life depended on his research. So he squinted at the words of his book. He tried to find any books relevant to gods and their biology and magic. His goal was to find some way to heal Match from the god killing poison slowly infecting him.

But the topic was not a straightforward one to find. There were no books conveniently titled How to Heal a Dying God From Another Universe For Dummies. The other universe bit made Evan’s search even more frustrating. All of these books were about the dragon gods that ruled Sornieth. How was he to know if he found any useful information, that it could be applied to a Selcouth god such as Match? He felt exhausted just from picking out his books.

He tried to read the first sentence only to find that the words were blurry, barely even legible. Was he that tired? Or was there something wrong with the book?

Sighing he got up from his seat. Sagacious briefly looked up from her reading as he stirred. Her icy gaze sent a shiver up his spine. He found Lakra putting some books away nearby.

“Hey. I have a question.”

Lakra stopped what he was doing and lowered his head to hear what the smaller dragon had to say.

“Is this book like… Broken? Or is it just me?” Evan handed the book to Lakra and it magically increased in size as the larger dragon handled it.

Lakra adjusted his monocle as he glanced at the pages. “I’m afraid I’m not sure what you mean. Everything looks fine to me.”

“It’s just when I read it, everything looks blurry.”

“Blurry?”

Evan nodded.

“Hmm,” Lakra handed Evan a random book off the cart he was putting away. “Try reading this one.”

Evan opened up the book and frowned. “Still blurry.”

“Do you normally wear glasses or contacts?”

Evan shook his head. “No, my vision is fine.”

“When is the last time you’ve had your eyes checked?”

Evan clicked his tongue. “Uh. Like a hundred years ago…”

“Then I recommend you see an optometrist. I think you may need glasses.”

“What? No, that’s silly. I had perfect vision before I died!”

“But now you’re alive again and sometimes with age you lose certain abilities,” Lakra touched his monocle again. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“But I haven't aged! I’m still sixteen! My eyesight shouldn’t have gotten this bad.”

“You said you were a living corpse once, yes? That your body had started the decomposition process? That you now have permanent nerve damage from the processes your body had begun, but had never finished? Correct?”

“Well yeah but, It just seems so soon. My parents didn’t need glasses at sixteen.”

“Sometimes things happen to us that we cannot control. Like I’ve said, it’s nothing to be worried about, Evan. Plenty of younglings need glasses. I can hold your books for you until you’re able to get a prescription.”

Evan took a deep breath and then nodded. “Right. Thanks Lakra.”

Inside he was seething.

This is Muerto’s fault.

As he tried to exit the room Sagacious stopped him with her tail.

“I wouldn’t bother coming back for those books,” She said.

Evan’s feathers puffed up. “I’m sorry?”

“They’re useless to you.”

��What do you mean?”

Sagacious rolled her eyes. “Now I don’t normally give my information out for free, but I’m in a good mood. So just this once I’ll give you a little advice, mortal. I’ve already read those books. They don’t have the information you seek.”

“But-”

“If you really want to help Matchitisiw, then kill him.”

“What? No! I want to heal him not-”

“Shut up before you sour my mood. I’m giving you something for free. Remember that, because I will.” Sagacious cut him off again. “The only cure to his suffering is to end his life. If you really want to be kind to that pathetic creature, put him down like the dog he is.”

Evan’s feathered crest flattened. He pushed his way around her tail.

“Fuck off. There has to be a way.”

Sagacious shrugged. “Very well. Let him die a slow painful death then. It makes no difference to me.”

Evan exited the tower only to find Muerto having an argument with a dragon he didn’t recognize.

“I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from this clan,” Muerto growled.

“You didn’t tell us we would be mortal here!” The other dragon, a black and blue spiral who wore a skull on his head growled back. Evan recognized that voice.

“Oh? Didn’t I?” Muerto sneered.

“I almost died!”

“Oh that’s too bad,” Muerto feigned interest by looking at his claws. “Now you know how that feels.” He looked up, and placed his paw over his chest. Right over his scar that was barely hidden by his feathers.

“You wanted me and Rrhage to die, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But I would recommend leaving my clan before I call Boo over to finish what was started at the Emperor’s Wake.”

The spiral snorted. “Love the threats. Very Kingly of you. But don’t worry little demon, Rrhage is finding us a place to stay. I have no intention of lingering here any longer.”

“You better be gone next time I come out here.” Muerto said as he flicked his tail. He turned his back on the spiral, but stayed alert as he walked toward the tower’s entrance. When he saw Evan he shot him a glare.

The spiral touched his neck where a fresh scar was. His hands shook as he did so. A red ridgeback appeared in the distance and the spiral let out a breath.

“Finally. She’s back.” He spread his wings to take flight, but Evan called out.

“Iniquity, wait!”

Iniquity snapped his head toward Evan. “And who the fuck are you?”

Evan trotted up to him. “It’s Evan!”

Iniquity turned away. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“I was the mortal turned into a god.”

“Oh. Right. Almost forgot about you.”

“Wow, really makes me feel welcomed as a fellow God of Death. Anyway, when did you and Rrhage arrive in this world?”

“Few days ago. When Muerto returned here. Why do you care?”

“Just chatting! You know you and Rrhage are free to stay here, right? Muerto doesn’t control this clan. He has no say about who stays and who goes. Hell, he’s been trying to kick Sagacious out for ages but she’s still here!”

“Queen Sagacious is in this world too?” Iniquity said with a frown.

“That’s right.”

“Hmm. That is troubling.”

“Virtuous brought her here.”

“The Queen Virtuous?”

Evan nodded.

“Even more troubling. That means our Queen is on a suicide mission. Selcouth is fucked.”

“What do you mean?” But Iniquity had already taken flight. Evan watched as he reunited with Rrhage and they flew off into the horizon together.

His attention was broken by a slap to his face.

“First you’re associating with Match, and now Iniquity? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Evan placed his paw where he thought he was slapped, but it was hard to be sure. He felt no pain from it. Not even a tingling sensation. Niossa was standing before him, her tail lashing.

“What’s wrong with you? I should be allowed to talk to who I wish to.”

“You hurt Muerto.”

“You mean I hurt his feelings?” Evan spat back.  “Well too fucking bad. I’m tired of playing nice. He killed me. He robbed me of the rest of my life!”

“He made you a god.”

“Yeah and as cool as that was, it was only a bandaid. He still robbed me of a life I can never get back. It still caused pain to my friends and family. It still caused permanent damage to my body. Your slap doesn’t even sting!”

“Oh. I think I understand now,” Niossa’s whiskers twitched as she smirked. “You’re lashing out because you have a broken heart.”

“Huh?”

“Being an asshole to Muerto isn’t going to make Fallen love you again.”

Evan growled. “Fallen has nothing to do with this!”

“Sure he does. This is textbook heartbreak! You’re mad because you lost something you expected to always have. But you know you can’t direct your anger at Fallen or he’ll be sure to hate you forever. So you picked an easier target.”

“Like Muerto’s an easy target. That kid isn’t some sickly kitten. He’s literally a powerful ancient super weapon, you realize that right?”

Niossa’s claws dug into the dirt beneath her feet. “I’m sick and tired of everyone seeing him like that. He is a kid! Like us! He is a person! Like us! He has been through horrors beyond your comprehension. Yes he’s done horrible things too. I won’t deny that what he did to you was wrong. But think of it through his perspective will you? Have you grown up with a mother that didn’t love you? Who feared you and you didn’t know why? Have you been bullied and beaten by your own siblings? Have you been forced to kill your own kind to prove that you were worth anything? Have you ever been entrusted with an entire kingdom and left to your own devices at the age of eight? Have you been told you were a monster and that you should die for your entire life?” She took a deep breath “As gods we are not told much about mortal lives. It’s easy to see your people as nothing more than toys for us to use and break. Can you understand why Muerto saw it fit to break a few of his toys after everything he’d been through?”

“So you admit it? I was just a toy? That got broken? That Muerto tried to fix with duct tape and glue?”

“That’s not what I was saying! We know you’re a real person, Evan. With just as many thoughts and feelings as us. I was just saying at first, we are left to assume that mortals are lesser than gods. That’s wrong, but it is something that is unlearned. And we did! Muerto did! And what is left to do is to make things right as best as we can!”

“Oh just shut up!” Evan sunk his fangs into Niossa’s arm. He lapped up the blood that oozed from the wound and released her arm a second later.

Niossa stood frozen, the blue blood dripping down her arm. “You dare bite me?” She broke from her trance.

Evan grinned showing the blue blood still on his fangs.

“You asshole!” She kicked him in the groin and he crumpled with a hiss. “Good. I’m glad you felt that.” She spat at him. “You want to know why Fallen broke up with you?” She loomed over him. “It’s because you never cared about him. You cared more about having a boyfriend than who was your boyfriend! You neglected his wants and needs and instead pushed what you thought he should be doing instead!” She turned around and slapped Evan in the face again, this time with her tail. “Bye asshole.” She stomped away, leaving a trail of blood as she went.

As Evan recovered, a new dragon found him.

A white bogsneak with spearmint colored wispy markings tilted their head as they stopped in front of him.

“Are you ok?”

Evan stood up. “Just dandy!” He regained his composure. “Oh hey, you’re Nostopathy, right?”

The bogsneak smiled. “That’s me!”

“God of Memories if I remember correctly?”

Nos flapped their paws “Yeppers!”

“Cool. Didn’t know you were back too.”

“Yeah I was home for a little bit, but I decided to come back after bumping into the shapeshifter!”

“Are you looking for your sisters?”

“Well sister actually! I know where Null is. But I’m worried about Nep. I haven't really seen much of her since Eumoirous ran off with those tiny buggy dragons.”

“Huh. That’s a good question. I haven't seen her since then too.”

Nos frowned. “I hope she’s ok.”

“Weren't you fighting with her?”

“Yes! But we’re ok now. I think. It’s hard to tell if she’s being honest.”

Evan nodded. “Because you freed Naperone.”

“He’s my dad! She was going to kill him! I know he’s her dad too, but she didn’t get to actually know him! I did! And he was a good dad!”

“Hey, hey it’s cool. I’m not trying to criticize you. Actually, we’re both in similar situations right now.”

“We are?”

“Yeah. Because Match is my friend now and I’m trying to save him from dying. And now everyone hates me, because they hate Match.”

“Oh. That does sound similar,” Nos tapped their chin. “Hey wait. Match is my Uncle. Never met him though. But he’s still family and I don’t want him to die! So thank you for helping him! … Who are you by the way?”

“Evan Fear, the mortal turned god.”

“Oh! I’ve heard about you! Mom once called you a mistake and asked Queen Virtuous to cull you.”

“... Wonderful!” Evan started to walk. “Anyway I’m heading off into the city. I need glasses apparently. Want to come with me? Maybe you’ll find Nep.”

“That’s a great idea!” They trotted after him as he left the clan and entered the city. They slowed down once they reached the marketplace. “Whoa… There's so much happening. It’s kinda a lot actually.” They looked around and began to feel very small as they realized just how many strange dragons were around them. All of the bustling feet and talking bombarded their ears. And as they stopped in their tracks a dragon behind them bumped into them, causing a shiver to crawl up their spine. “...Evan? Evan! Where did you go…?”

Nos searched the marketplace for a coatl with ghost markings but all of the colors on the dragons around them keep them unfocused. They felt their heart rate rise, and their breathing quicken. They crouched where they were and put their arms around their head, trying to dampen the commotion around them.

“Hey are you ok?” It was an unfamiliar voice and Nos saw no reason to respond. “This crowd can be a lot I know. If you’d like, I can take you somewhere a bit quieter.”

Nostopathy looked up. It was another bogsneak, they were a wine red color with green wings and green eyes. Their paw was outstretched, but their eyes were unfocused. In their other paw they held a cane. Without thinking, Nos took their paw and the other bogsneak began to lead Nos through the crowd, their cane carving a path to safety. They took Nos to behind a wine tasting booth, into a cool and secluded area with discarded wine bottles neatly packed away into boxes.

Nostopathy took a moment to gather themself and then they took a closer look at their rescuer. 

“Thank you.”

“It’s not a problem. I’m Rambutan. I own the winery this booth is sampling from.”

Nos nodded. “I’m Nostopathy, God of Memories.”

“God?”

“Or Goddess! Whichever you prefer.” Nostopathy blurted out.

“Well, divine or not, are you ok now?”

Nostopathy nodded. “I was looking for someone though. Well actually two someones. My sister and my friend.”

“I’d ask what they look like but,” Rambutan waved their hand in front of their eyes. “That information wouldn’t be very helpful for me.”

Nostopathy blinked. “Oh! You’re blind. I get it.”

Rambutan laughed. “Yes. So did you lose track of your friend and sister where I found you?”

Nostopathy nodded and then rethought their actions. “Yeah! Well, just my friend. My sister is missing. I was hoping to find her here but. There’s so many people here! If she is here I don’t think I’ll ever be able to pick her out from the crowd.”

“Hmm. Do you know where your friend was heading?”

“He was going to get his eyes seen. To get glasses.”

“Ok. That’s helpful. I know which way the optometrist is. Oh and be free to grab a bottle of wine before you leave. Whatever you like. For free. My treat.”

“Really?” Nostopathy clapped their paws together. “Thank you! That’s so nice!” They grabbed a bottle of sweet wine labeled Dandelion Wine. Each label had raised dots under the letters. Rambutan felt one of the labels that Nostopathy pulled from and nodded with approval.

“Somehow I knew you were a sweet wine lover.”

“What can I say? I like life sweet!” They grinned and Rambutan began to lead Nostpathy back into the crowd.

“Are you sure you’re going to be ok?”

“Yes. I’m prepared now. I didn’t know it was going to be this much when I first got here. I got overwhelmed. But now I know what to expect. Thank you for helping me back there.”

“Wasn’t very nice of your friend to just leave you.”

“I don’t think he meant to. I don’t actually know him that well. He doesn’t know about my sensory issues. It’s not his fault.”

“Hmm.” As promised Rambutan stopped at a little shop labeled with a sign that showed a glowing yellow eye. “We should be here. Do you see your friend?”

“Wow! I hope this isn’t an insensitive question, but how do you know this is the correct shop?”

“That’s not a bad question. I just know because I've memorized the layout of this marketplace. I’ve been coming here from my winery for so long, I'm used to the route.”

“Ah, I understand.” Nos took a peek around the shop. “I don’t see my friend yet, but he might be inside.”

As if their words summoned him, Evan exited the shop, now sporting a brand new pair of glasses.

“Oh hey, Nos! Look at that I can actually see you now. Wow, these things make a huge difference!”

“Hey!” Nos said. “Also I know you didn’t know but, a little warning that this place was going to be super crowded next time, ok?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I found your friend in the middle of the street, completely overwhelmed by all of the noise,” Rambutan said, turning to Evan.

“O-oh. I’m sorry. Are you ok?”

Nos nodded. “Don’t worry. I’m not mad! I just need to be prepared for crowds, ok?”

Evan nodded. “Right. Sorry. Well, I’m ready to head back to Clan Ton Theon. Are you?”

“Yeah,” Nos said. “Bye Rambutan! It was cool meeting you!”

“And the same to you! You should visit my winery if you get the chance. It’s much quieter than the market,” They slipped a business card in Nos’s claws and began to make their way back to their booth.

“I see you’ve made a friend,” Evan noted. “But did you find Nep?”

Nos frowned. “No.”

“Oh. That’s too bad. Maybe next time?”

Nos sighed and looked at the business card. “Maybe.”

Both dragons traveled back to Clan Ton Theon in silence.

#firefly writing #clan ton theon #tcotg #beacon market #wasnt intentional but this chapter fits in well for disability pride month!

[enderwomansmp]

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣- "𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖-𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣"

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒚 2- 𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

(cc!Dream Team)

A/N: Day 2 huh,,,, I know, I'm ridiculously behind ;; ,,, but I've decided, so as to not push myself too much, I'm going to be a lot more relaxed with my timings/schedule for kinktober. However, this does mean it may actually take months, perhaps, to finish all the prompts,,,, so I'm extremely sorry! Anyway, this fic was a bit of a challenge to write and tbh, writer's block struck me during the writing of it, so it's not my best work, but I tried,,, I hope it turned out okay? It's perhaps a bit "out-there" and definitely won't be everyone's cup of tea, but it's pure, kinky sin >:)

I have to say, though, the concept is highkey hot imo lmao,,, and I think you'll like it if you enjoy a lot of degradation and fleshlight content! So please enjoy!!

Genre/Warnings/Notes: 18+ smut, nsfw, afab reader, foursome dynamic/poly, dom!dteam and sub!reader, heavy fleshlight use, no skin-to-skin penetration, penetration using toy(s), heavy mention of punishment and rules, heavy degradation, slight spanking, choking, hair pulling, orgasm denial (ambiguous ending)

"Well, what do we have here?"

Oh no.

Those were the only words that ran through your mind as you entered a sort of fight-or-flight mode, frozen in place on the large bed, the sheets of which you were currently gripping ardently, entangled in desperate, coiling arches alike a snake would when mating- so vulnerable and weak. Your breathing hitched and pulse raced up to a rapid pace, so much so that you felt it in your fingertips, of which you had hurriedly removed from your oh-so-obviously dripping wet core.

They were home; you'd been caught. Caught breaking a rule, no less.

"Well, are you gonna answer me, slut? Or are you too pathetic to even manage to speak?" Dream's voice hissed out as he, alongside Sapnap and George, strode into the room, standing at the foot of your bed and towering above your naked form in such a manner and with such an expression that it was nothing short of menacing.

Where you tried to respond with a weak apology, your lips simply parted with a whimper instead, eyes darting across the room, unable to meet those of the three men. In an effort to negate this, Sapnap waltzed over to the side of your bed in an effort to get closer to your form, your body trembling with anticipation and nerves as he gripped your jaw harshly to point your eyesight back towards the two remaining males at the foot of your bed, a smirk present on each of their lips.

"C'mon, answer us. You already broke a rule, don't want things to get worse for you now, do we?" Sapnap breathed by your ear, leaning down to your face as he squatted by your bedside, grasping your wrists in his other, free hand to maneuver them away from where they were struggling to hide your body and gain some modesty. Your whole body shivered at the feeling of his breath by your neck.

"Couldn't even wait half an hour for us to get back from the store, could you? Had to touch yourself like a slut even when you know you're not supposed to, hmm?" chided George, his tone teasing and low in a rather successful effort to make you squirm against Sapnap's hold.

Suddenly all touch from your body was gone as Sapnap stood tall once more, making his way over to the two other males, all of them sharing a specific expression, of which seemed to contain a concoction of emotions, from smugness to hunger to cunning. As much as part of you wanted to shrink and hide away from their gaze and scrutiny, you found yourself hungering ever-more for them as they slyly whispered what you could only assume were plans of punishment to each other and traded looks of desire and unspoken agreements, still awaiting your response to all of their aforementioned questions and teasing. Mustering up just enough courage, you let your quivering lips fall open, apologising in an airy voice,

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I-I just wanted all of you to touch me a-and fuck me, please! I'm sorry!"

At first, however, the only verbal response you received was a slight tsk from Sapnap and a huff of satisfaction disguised as distaste from George. Nonetheless, Dream soon followed suit, unable to hold back from teasing and pushing you further as you squirmed slightly under their gaze, as though you were trapped beneath the weight and gravity of your actions and their attention.

"Hmm, I don't know. You broke such an easy rule, Y/N. If you can't even be good and patient for us, then do you even deserve our cocks?" Dream teased, the blonde male chuckling when you whined in response.

From the corner of your eye, you could see George move towards the bedside table, pulling open a drawer with ease, all the while Dream continued, his tone much more stern and demanding than his prior teasing,

"Get on your hands and knees for us, slut. Rule-breakers deserve punishment"

A large proportion of your mind, despite the gravity of your current predicament, was half-tempted to whine and beg and kick up a fuss in an effort to gain sympathy (after all, all you desired were their big hard cocks inside you, and you wanted it now), however, upon meeting Dream's impatient gaze once more, your entire body tensed in instinctual, reactionary fear. Perhaps it was best not to push their buttons further you reluctantly decided as you shuffled weakly across the bed to bend over on your hands and knees, back arched as best you could so that your ass and pussy was on full display to Dream, Sapnap and George, of whom had moved back to stand with the duo, all 3 now holding objects you could not quite make out from your positioning. The prospect was daunting, at best; usually, that bedside table and its contents only meant vibrator-induced orgasmic torture for the next 3 hours at least. Thus, when a rough hand, of which you recognised quickly belonged to Dream, met your ass with a harsh slap, your whole body jolted with a whimper of shock and delicious pain. In an effort to view the scene unfolding behind you, your neck craned around to glimpse at Dream, fisting his hard-on with one hand and caressing your ass with the other, as well as at both Sapnap and George, of whom were equally tugging rather desperately at their own cocks as they shuffled towards either side of the bed by your head, the bed dipping ever so slightly where the toys were placed down nearby each of the tall males. That was, until your neck was rather unceremoniously grasped at, your head soon shoved into the pillow below it, a husky voice you recognised to be Sapnap's grunting with the effort of forcing your head downwards as his fingertips teasingly squeezed at your throat causing your head to spin.

"Did we say you could look? You're so useless, breaking rules, trying to see what toys we have," the stubble-clad male groaned out as he viewed your already-disheveled form.

All you could manage in response was a wheeze shortly followed by a sharp moan as another smack was firmly planted onto your ass by thinner fingers, of which belonged to George, made evident by his resounding, satisfied groan. Repeating the action, your entire body writhed under the pain, only made more pleasurable but prominent due to Sapnap's hold on your neck and George's groaned out words as he grunted out quips of his own,

"Look at you- dripping wet and moaning and we've barely even touched you. Such a naughty slut."

Sure enough, within a few more torturously harsh spanks, your ass was sore and red and your slick was dripping down your thighs in an embarrassing flood of arousal and fluid, George and Dream's hands imprinted onto you whilst Sapnap's harsh grip at your neck was sure to bruise the tender skin there, all of which caused your body to respond in jolts of shock followed by muffled pleas and whines. However, soon you felt all touch retreat, your neck now free to inhale fully, lungs and heartbeat working overtime from your adrenaline, body twitching at the loss of contact and caresses. Nevertheless, touch soon returned as quickly as it had retreated as both George and Sapnap shuffled closer towards you and Dream instead knelt one knee on the foot of the bed, his head dipping down towards your thighs as he licked a large, flattened-out tongue along your thighs where your juices has slipped down. A long stripe across your entire pussy had you jerking your head up from its place on the pillow in shock and pleasure as Dream mumbled something about how good you tasted, irrespective of your status as an impatient whore. The whole ordeal made your head spin and heart soar with desire and anticipation.

Nonetheless, once again, all touch to your body changed completely as Dream's head retreated from in between your legs, a slight yet desperate whine falling from your lips at the loss of attention as your eyes rise from the bed to shoot pleading looks towards both Sapnap and Goerge, of whom were on either side of you, stroking their cocks and groaning. From your lower positioning, the two males almost appeared as god-like, towering figures with red-faced expressions, face contorted in pleasure and cocks flushed and and the tips an angry red, seemingly desperate for your touch. However, as you contemplated reaching up to grab both in your hands, your body was soon tugged harshly backwards towards Dream somewhat, his strong hands gripping at your waist, seemingly trying to steady you as a blunt pressure pushed at your pussy. The, suddenly, a wide and unfamiliar shape pushed straight inside your pussy, its form distinctly wide and material slightly cold. Instantaneously, your mind could recognise what was happening- and the whole scenario made you not only moan out in intense and unexpected pleasure but also whine in pathetic frustration and pure desperation.

Dream was going to fuck you with a fleshlight.

With a hoarse and strained voice, pleasure evidently overwhelming and thus overriding the capacity to speak clearly, Dream hissed and grunted out at your whimpering and frustrated form as he bottomed out into the toy,

"F-fuck, this thing feels great. It could've- fuck- been you, but you were t-too impatient. Don't deserve our cocks- n-not even to touch them."

Immediately, the green-eyed male set a fast pace, his hips ramming into the toy inside your pussy, every thrust inadvertently fucking you with the fleshlight itself whilst Dream simply used you as a vessel of warmth and stability, the fleshlight the main generation of his pleasure as he simply gripped onto your hips with such unadulterated force, your body a mere anchor to drive his cock further into the toy with. Yet, between the fast pace of Dream's hungry and selfish thrusting, combined with the sheer girth and length of the toy inside your wet insides, pleasure quickly began to brew in you, your back arching and mouth hanging open in an 'o' shape as moans flew from your voice, airy and desperate. Just as your arms prepared to give in and allow your body to be fully used, the need to slump into the mattress fully once more overwhelmingly strong, you suddenly felt a strong hand grip your jaw, lithe fingers squashing your face in such a way it was so obviously objectifying and borderline disrespectful whilst equally making you tighten around the toy lodged inside your pussy. You felt like a toy, made to be used. And you loved it.

"C'mon, d-don't forget about us, dumb whore,"

George groaned out, words bold and harsh and tone darker than usual, ultimately causing you to tremble beneath the three men.

Looking up towards George to your left and Sapnap to your right, your half-lidded and teary eyes witnessed a delicious sight; from your position, head held up by George’s fingers as he lightly gripped your jaw, you could see both George and Sapnap fucking into their own fleshlights, Sapnap's head thrown back slightly and jaw clenched in what could only be assumed to be restraint whilst George gazed down at you with stern eyes. Despite such a wonderfully sinful show, George slowed his pace on his cock, signalling for your weak arms to reach up and pleasure both him and Sapnap. Meekly, you reach up both of your arms towards the fleshlights of the two males in front of you, supported by Dream behind you who, in order to ensure you stay upright and therefore ensuring he can still fuck into the toy inside you, now gripped at your hair, stabilising you to his chest as he fucked the toy deeper into you. Your entire body shook weakly, the pressure and tight pull of your hair from your skull creating such a wonderful pain, of which heightened the waves of euphoria rippling through you with each of Dream's thrusts and groans behind you, his hot breath now by your ear as he watched you move to touch George and Sapnap. Your hands gripped onto both fleshlights either side of you, the rocking of your hips already aiding movement on the two males' dicks and thus causing both Sapnap and George to groan out your name in pleasure. However, as much as you desired to please both of them with the toys, you equally wanted to simply touch their dicks more than anything in the universe- you merely wanted to touch them.

Tugging both your arms towards yourself with delierately harsh movement, you attempted to pull the fleshlights off the two dicks in front of you, mind and body ultimately desperate to finally get an oppurtunity to please both George and Sapnap directly. However, immediately your desperate plans were dashed as Dream witnessed your movements in spite of the thrown back heads and averted gazes of the other two men, thrusting into the toy inside you with a particularly pronounced and forceful movement of his hips, of which thrust your whole body forwards more so than before and thus hindering your retraction of the fleshlights around the two cocks in front of you, all in spite of Dream's firm hold on your hair and hips.

"D-don't you even dare- fuck- to try a-and touch th-them. You're just- shit- a naughty slut, d-don't deserve to touch u-us," Dream hissed into your ear, hand pulling harshly onto your hair in a makeshift ponytail, a clear warning that if you disobeyed once more there would be far more severe consequences.

In an effort to continually, from this point, curb your disobedience and pathetic desperation for touch, Dream mercilessly pounded into the toy still lodged inside your tight, wet hole, each thrust so forceful, carnal and mind-blurringly euphoric your body was forced to simply jerk both Sapnap and George off with the fleshlight toys, your thighs shaking and body rocking forwards with such movements. The green-eyed male's thrusts were so forceful and deep not only could you feel the toy pushing against your cervix in such a delicious chase of pleasure, but you were also repeatedly thrust further forwards towards Sapnap and George, of whom were now rocking their hips forward into your hands and fleshlights you held in an equally animalistic rhythm as that of Dream's. In such a moment, you felt so helpless, as though you were merely a toy to be used; a vessel for others' pleasure. The thought had your mind whirring, eyes rolling back and pussy tightening. The thought had you rapidly approaching your pleasure's climax. Equally, as the pace of all three men seemed to grow increasingly untamed and uneven and their voices rose in volume, it became evident they were nearing their end too. George's face glowed with a slight sheen of sweat, of which made his hair stick to his forehead as his eyes hung low, drawn to the way in which his cock slid so smoothly into and out of the toy you pleasured him with. Similarly, Sapnap's lips hung open as a stream of curses fell from his lips, face red and sweaty and head flung back towards the ceiling, his imminent peak almost too much for him. The pace of Dream's heavy breathing by your neck, coupled with the ever-uneven pace of his hips and the loud grunting of pleasure that resounded by your ear every time you whimpered as a result of him pulling your hair or thrusting into you were all telltale signs of his oncoming orgasm. All four of you felt so close to the precipice of release.

"I- aghn- can't hold back- g-gonna-!" George suddenly groaned out, voice hoarse and higher in pitch as his orgasm crashed over him, appearing to almost catch him off guard.

His hips stuttered into the toy in your hand, head thrown back and adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he moaned. The sight alone had your thighs trembling and pussy clenching around the metallic toy's surface inside you. You were so close. You wanted to cum. Then, suddenly Sapnap's voice whimpered, causing your mind and eyesight to glance over to his direction, watching as he bit his lip, hips bucking wildly and jaw clearly clenching as he spilled into the toy in your other hand, groaning out your name in a low growl, the lick of a texan accent dancing around the word in such a sinfully delicious tone. Your release was growing so close now you could almost taste it, such scenes only serving to aid this as your arms' power gave out, now hanging by your side as Dream appeared to pound into you even harder. As much as the deep crevices of your mind wished to view the panting forms of George and Sapnap in their post-orgasmic haze, the further and faster the toy inside of you shifted, the less your mind could fully focus, a white-hot heat taking hold of your thoughts as the coil inside of you neared snapping, whines emerging from your throat freely. Just a bit more, your conscience begged. Just a bit harder. A bit longer. A bit further.

"Argh, fuck! Y/N- I- fuck!" Dream grunted out loudly in your ear, a particularly harsh pull on your hair causing you to whimper airily and close your eyes tight shut as Dream released into the synthetic toy inside your pussy's fluttering walls, hips stuttering to an unsteady halt as his breath panted out by your ear. Then his hips fully halted.

You had been so close.

As your body gradually fell from Dream's grasp, body hastily landing on your forearms and knees as he dropped you to the bed and removed himself and the toy from your desperately sensitive hole, your body begged silently for more, trembling and twitching from a inadvertent orgasm denial. Despite the pleasure of witnessing and feeling all three men cum, your body had been completely ignored.

And you just couldn't take it.

"Please, please just touch me- I'll do anything Sapnap, please- Dream- George- I was so close!" your voice brokenly chokes out in a series of desperate moans and pleadings, thighs trembling and eyes tearing up moreso than during that entire ordeal, merely due to frustration.

However, when all you were met with was smug chuckling and deafening silence, your mind started to ponder if it had really been worth it to break a rule all those minutes ago.

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[thesecretwriter]

would you do it again? (bucky barnes).

Disclaimer: This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Thank you!

Pairing: tfaws!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You and Bucky met at a therapy group for people with trauma. You were there for recovering from an abusive relationship and him for his PTSD after everything he had been through. After getting to know each other, you both become close friends. He goes to you, and you go to him, it’s become an unspoken rule for when you both need each other.

Warning: Angst – thoughts of past trauma, toxic ex relationship, fluff – comforting!bucky barnes, the best kind that there is, TW - there are talks of finding it hard to go through a normal day. 

Side note: I had been thinking about this for a while and the idea extended when I watched caatws again, both the reader and Bucky go to a similar group like the one Sam went to, but I made the time in this fic in the timeline of tfaws.

Marvel masterlist.

“And with that being said I would like to conclude this week’s meeting, please reach out to me in regard to next week’s knitting therapy. I can tell you from experience that it well worth it.” Said Keith, he was the councilor in charge of the therapy meetings. He’s a real wonder of a man, doing so much for complete strangers.

“I don’t know about you but I’m looking forward to the knitting therapy.” Bucky’s voice drew your attention away from your thoughts.

“Hmm, I am in need of a sweater.” You get up from your seat and take your chair to stack it up with the rest.

“Let me.” Bucky takes the chair and does it for you. Always such a gentleman.

You both walk in silence as you make your way over to the table with beverages.

You can see from your peripheral view that Bucky looks to you and then away as if he has something to say.

“Let it out.” You finally break the silence.

“You missed movie night.” He said disappointed.

You let out a sigh and looked down to your hands, you reach forward and fill an empty cup with tea.

“I know, I messaged you and said sorry.” You avoid eye contact as you take a sip of tea.

Bucky’s eyes are narrowed and watching you.

“Yeah sure, like you would miss out on a chance of watching the hobbit.”

“I got busy, I told you.” You explain waving your hand dismissively.

He continued to watch you with narrowed eyes, this time his arms being folded.

The next few seconds are spent with Bucky staring you down, you begin to get irritated and give in.

“Fine, I just wanted to be alone.” You say softly, but thankfully for Bucky’s super soldier hearing, he heard you just fine.

“I thought we spoke about this.” He said sadly watching you with worries eyes, “What happened?” He said concerned.

“It was just a particularly hard day for me, and all I wanted to do was stay home and be alone. I’m sorry.” You apologize meeting his eyes.

“There's no need to apologize, but you know I am always here for you.” He said taking a step forward.

“I know.” You give him a warm smile.

“Then are we up for a rerun on the hobbit tonight?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

“If you still want to.” You reply with a smile.

“Of course, I still want to. After reading the books I have to see what the movie is like.” He says with excitement in his eyes.

You smile at his words, “We better get going then, we have to stop by at my place first so I can get some clothes, I can leave for work from your place in the morning.” You explained and discarded your cup as you both walk out of the place.

You wave goodbye to a few people as you and Bucky walk to your car.

“Can I drive?” You ask walking to the driver’s side.

“Not at night with your eyesight.” Bucky holds his hand out as your frown and give him the keys.

“Fine.” You grumble and walk over to the passenger side.

You quickly stop by at your place, grab some work clothes and pyjamas before going to Bucky’s.

Once you get to his home, you bath in the guest bedroom while he baths in his. Bucky’s apartment didn’t have much at first. He wasn’t used to this new life, but once you two became friends, you and Sam helped him out with what to get.

You got out of the shower and took your lotions from the counter. Bless Bucky for keeping all your products here for you.

You made your way out of the guest bedroom and saw Bucky at his kitchen counter preparing some popcorn for the both of you. He was wearing sleeping shorts and a tank top that showed his metal arm. Something that became one of your favorite parts of him.

“I got you your favorite snacks.” He said tilting his head to the pantry draw, you walked over and opened it to see all your favorite snacks kept neatly in a little basket.

“You remembered, that’s so sweet of you.” You look over your shoulder and smile at his as he returns the smile.

Bucky felt himself growing happy at doing this, he swore to remember every detail about those he cared about.

“I’ll get the movie started.” You said taking one of the snacks with you.

You put in the movie that you bought for Bucky, you had gotten him the books and movies when he mentioned how much he liked the series. Bucky was grateful and happy about your little gesture.

It was the first time in a very long time where he owned his own books.

“Ready when you are.” You announce and see that Bucky is making his way over with a bowl of popcorn and his own snack.

You press play with the remote and settle on the couch next to Bucky. He’s watching the screen taking in all the details of what he is seeing.

“These movies are really long.” He said breaking the silence.

The movie was about halfway through. You and Bucky were watching in silence, he was absorbed by the movie.

“They’re three hours each.” You tell him.

“Then this is a marathon. We can watch the others later this week though, I know you have to wake up for work in the morning.” He acknowledges and eats some popcorn.

You don’t reply as you look back to the screen. Your thoughts begin to linger to the thought of work. The only other place away from home and Bucky’s house where you felt safe Now you had to suffer in one of the few places of comfort.

You never expected to see her walking through the doors when you walked out of your office on Friday. The same woman who you didn’t know whether to be thankful for or to be upset at.

It was the same girl who your ex cheated on you with. The relationship was a toxic one, ever since the first fight the two of you had. He took advantage of the fact that you never said anything against him.

How could you? He was the perfect gentleman, right? Wrong. All he did was hurt you, both mentally and physically, the one man who you thought would treat you with nothing but love.

“Y/n?” Bucky’s voice brought you out of your state of thought, concerned etched on his face as he watched you carefully.

“Sorry I was just thinking.” You whispered and looked down to your lap.

“What’s wrong y/n? You’re more quiet than usual. At the meeting tonight you hardly said anything.” Bucky faced you now, the almost fully eaten bowl of popcorn set on the coffee table in front of you.

“Nothing, I was just-“

“Thinking. I know, but what you’re thinking about is worrying you.” He said softly.

You let out a sigh.

“I don’t want to force you to say anything, but I am worried y/n.”

You look to him; his eyes bore into yours. He was your close friend who made everything better with just you speaking to him.

“Okay… I saw the girl he cheated on me with, she’s the new employee at work.” You give him a sad smile.

“Oh y/n.” He brings you into a hug, his metal arm rubbing your back soothingly.

“It’s okay, these things happen. I have to get over it.”

“No, you don’t have to ‘get over it’. This is something you heal yourself from, and you’re in the process of doing it. She played a big role in that matter, and how you’re feeling is valid.” His hands go to your chin making you look up at him as he says this.

There he was, the Bucky you could always count on. The Bucky only you saw.

“Thank you.” You say with teary eyes.

“There’s no need to thank me.” He smiles and kisses your forehead.

“Can we lay down?” You ask.

“Of course.” He shifts around to find the remote and pause the movie, taking your half-eaten snack, he puts it on the table and lies back to let you lay in his arms.

“Come here.” He motions for you; you get up and go and lay in his arms.

Thank goodness his couch is big enough to fit two people side by side.

You front is facing his as his arms are around you, drawing patterns on your back.

His dog tags clink against one another as he shifts slightly, you begin to fiddle with them. It’s amazing how after going through so much, he is still wanting and willing to help others no matter what.

That’s just how Bucky is, giving more than he is given.

“Can I ask you a question?” You say softly.

“Sure.”

“How do you do it? Waking up every day and finding the will power to make it through.” Ask looking up at him.

It’s difficult to go through the same day and live the same life you once had before everything happened. Anyone would feel that way after what you had been through.

“I wake everyday with the thought of having a purpose in this world. Everyone has one, whether it be small or big, a purpose is a purpose, and it serves a great deal to those around you. I know it sounds cheesy, but it’s what I like to think to myself.” He gives you that heart throbbing smile of his.

“I think that’s a great thing.”

You close your eyes and listen to his heartbeat, the calming beat of it lulls you into a state of much needed sleep.

“Would you do it again? Everything that’s happened?” You ask barely a whisper.

“If it leads to me being a part of such a big change… I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanficiton #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fandom #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x you angst #bucky barnes x reader angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you fluff #bucky barnes x reader fluff #mcu #marvel #the avengers #avengers #fanfiction #fanfic #angst #fluff

[ollovae3]

OC Personality Sheet / Tag Game

Rules: Copy and paste these questions and make your own post, please do not add onto this one, it’ll get too long too fast. Mahalo. Then tag some of your friends to let them know you’d like to hear more about their OCs! (original by @queen-breha-organa )

I was tagged by Ivy, @gruvu, and @mostlyvoidsometimesstars!!

Name: Bu’ycyar Cerar

Pronouns: She/her

Nickname: Bee, Umaan’ika, Uj’ika

One Word To Sum Them Up: Confident

Noun to Describe Them: Anchor

Temperament: Calm

MBTI Type: ISFJ

Enneagram Type: 1w9

Other’s First Impression of Them: Cold, intimidating, threatening, focused, quiet, honorable, honest, and vicious.

General Likes: Art, hunting (bounties and food), food from home, and making people proud of her or impressed.

General Dislikes: Arrogance, denting her armor, others assuming she understands what they’re implying, and having to be entirely still.

Romantic Status:

Arc 1: Single, but crushing.

Arc 2: Recovering relationship, tentatively dating.

Arc 3: Stable dating relationship.

TBoBF: Married

Love Interest(s): 

Exes: Aloryc (Abusive, bad breakup)

Current: Boba Fett (Rivals-to-lovers)

Good Friend(s): Esme, a fellow Mando and friend from home (guess who??? Forgot to tag?? 💀 So sorry @oddityhag 😭); Boba, her partner, friend, and lover.

Enemy: Aloryc, Ori’copaad.

Hobbies: Drawing, painting, studying news/new hunting research, and studying ancient history.

Songs They Relate To: Keep The Wolves Away by Uncle Lucius, Hayloft II by Mother Mother, Bayou by Mountains Of The Moon, and Devana by Jan Janko Močnik.

Fictional Characters Similar To Their Personality: Eowyn, Sansa, Tauriel, and/or Susan Pevensie

Fun Fact: Loves learning, but not being taught. Giving her something related to a current hyperfixation or special interest will have her disappearing for as long as possible, or playing it on her helmet while fixing things on the ship. Also has a 12y.o. tooka cat named Alor’ika, a brown tabby.

Free Space/Ramble: Her family is similar to mine, so don’t get too close or they’ll adopt you. Her dad may have nearly shot Boba twice (thought he was a kidnapper first since she never brought partners home, then again because he broke her heart after Arc 1), but he’s good with him now?? Her mom is both an amazing cook and an amazing “tech-witch” for the clan! Also, Bee technically has kinda bad eyesight, but she’s got a prescription visor and goggles/glasses if she knows she needs them (usually at home). She and her kih’vod are… strained, but she’s polite and still helps if she needs it. Hmm…. She’s also got some semi-religious, semi-ethnic, tattoos, which need a redesign but are attached to her sect of Mando religion and her clan’s culture!

Tags: Not sure if y’all did these already since my notifs are terrible and I’ve been away? But if you’re game or have another OC to use this for: @singsofecho  @brekkie-e @milfdindjarin @arcjesse

#star wars #original character #star wars oc #mandalorian #mandalorian oc #mandosona #oc: bee #boba fett #tag game #oc personality sheet #the mandalorian #writing tag #links #music links #music tag #i hope its??? tagged right??? #ngl the one word/noun questions STUMPED me for a while

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Blacksmith Chpt. 2

Pairing: Dimitrescus x (Fem!)Reader/Daniela Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You are a human, a human who is in charge of the armory; polishing, blacksmithing you name it. You are strongly valued by the Dimitrescu family, specifically one that has strawberry-blonde hair. She’d always come visit you whenever you’d be working on a new piece of armor or weapon.

Warnings: Fight; ends slightly bloody, Fluff at the end

A/N: So, I’m obsessed with armor n such and hearing that there’s an armory when you fight Cassandra.... So, we are making a story about a Blacksmith falling for one of the Dimitrescu daughters! So this one’s short but stay tuned for part 3! 

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When you adjust yourself, you fall off the chair you fell asleep on. Falling off the chair makes you fully awake however, a headache surges through your head as you gain your bearings.

“You’re awake,” Cassandra says, from the other side of the room

“Lady Cassandra,” You groan in pain, trying to gain your eyesight again, “When did you get here?”

“For awhile now,” She says, “You looked real peaceful sleeping, so I decided to not wake you.” 

“Oh, well- thank you,” You say standing up, “I was in the middle of the sheath for this sword but I guess I passed out on it. This is what I’ve been burning the midnight oil on.”

You sigh as the metal lining for the top and bottom of the sheath barely holding onto the base form you have made. 

“This shouldn’t be too hard,” You talk to yourself, “We just have to clamp them down more...”

You find some clamps and clamped down the design and leave it. However, while you were waiting for the sheath to finish up, you turn to another table and there was the sword you had finally finished. 

“Ahhh,” You sigh in relief

When you picked it up you began to do some practice swings. However, when you stopped swinging it, you noticed how the blade began glowing. It began creating some kind of engraving you clearly had not made. 

“What-What’s going on?” Cassandra asks you

“Do you think I know?!” You ask back

The room began glowing slightly brighter than earlier. When you looked at the blade itself, you somehow began reading the engraving.

“Whomever shall wield this blade, shall be worthy of all,” You read aloud

As sudden as it came, the brightness went back into the blade and your surroundings go back to the way it was before. 

“’Whomever wields this blade shall be worthy.’?” Cassandra repeats your words, “What is that supposed to mean? And how were you able to read the engraving? It looked to be in some ancient language.” 

“Do you think I have the answer to that?” You ask her, “’Whomever wields this blade’... Lady Cassandra, try to lift the blade.”

“Why would I-”

“Just do it,” You say, not being able to put up with her arguing as well as wanting to end the arguing with her

She finally decides to not question you any further and grabs the handle of the sword. However, when she was able to move it however, she wasn’t even able to lift it off of the ground. She quickly puts the sword down and straightens herself out. 

“Won’t Uncle Karl be here tonight for it?” Cassandra asks

“Yes...” You say, “But, if he finds out about that whole ‘you are worthy, you get to wield this longsword’ and the moment he will realize he ‘isn’t worthy’, he will have my head...”

“I won’t let that happen,” A familiar voice says

Both you and Cassandra turn your heads to see Daniela walking towards you. However she does not look very happy.

“This is my cue to make my leave, I will see you around y/l/n,” Cassandra says as she leaves

“Before you even go off on her and I, she was in here by the time I woke up,” You explain, “I do need your help my lady.”

Daniela’s scary demeanor drops once you explained the issue.

“I was going to pester mother today,” Daniela says, “But for you my dear, I will.”

You smile in relief. You begin guiding her through sword making. Although you only had so many hours before Heisenberg would come for his long sword. However, you didn’t realize how much time went by because You look at the door and notice Alcina in the doorway.

“My lady,” you gasp, dropping the newly crafted blade

“my daughter, I have been calling for you in the last hour,” Alcina states to her daughter, completely ignoring you

“Sorry mother,” Daniela says sorrowfully

“It’s not her fault my lady,” You interrupt, “I asked for her help.” 

“And with what did you need help with?” Alcina asks, clearly frustrated

“Something happened with the blade that I had made earlier,” You started, “You may not believe me, but Cassandra had also witnessed it happen. The blade was engraved with ‘whomever wields this blade shall be worthy’... I’m worried that blade is only meant for me... And I have never seen combat.... But, I’ve asked Lady Daniela for her help to make the exact same blade before Heisenberg gets here. I believe I can take care of everything else at this point. You really have to give your daughter credit my lady. She’s a real help. Maybe yo should have her come down here more often.”

Daniela blushes at your compliment however, Alcina only gives an “hmm.” Before taking her daughter out of the armory. You and Daniela make eye contact and she blows you a kiss. You catch it and gently place it over your scar that Daniela had made the day before. You turn back to your sword and begin the leather work on it, making sure it’s pristine however done as quickly as possible.

As you finish the sheath, you hear the door open. You quickly place the blade into its sheath and turn to greet whomever had come through the door. 

“Sir Heisenberg,” You greet him, “My Ladies.

“My gosh you look tired y/n,” He sighs, “Perhaps I had made you do too much...”

“You’re such a fool Heisenberg,” Alcina ridicules her younger brother, “If you had given y/n more time she-”

“Not at all sir and my lady,” you lie, “You’ve given me things to do and I’d much rather be doing my blacksmithing work.”

You hold the blade up to him as he takes it. You watch him draw the blade and do some practice swings with it.

“Perfectly weighted,” He mumbles, “Exquisite designing... Now we have to test its durability.”

Shit..

Whenever you’d make a new blade, you’d always test the blade’s durability first however you didn’t get the chance to yet because they all came in at the same time. 

Heisenberg walks up to one of the armored stands and raises the blade. You hoped that no one else could see  the sweat running down your temples as Heisenberg walks up to a set of armor and slashes it. The blade is bent.

I’m dead....

“What the hell is the meaning of this?!” Heisenberg walks up to you, “You are one of the best blacksmith’s in the region! How could you let this happen?! I shall feed you to my lycans!!” 

No words were formed out of your mouth, however, being a protective mother of her castle, Alcina takes Heisenberg by the wrist as Daniela stands in front of you, all protective like.

“You do not make the rules in this castle Heisenberg!” Alcina snarls, “I say what’s to say with her.”

“Shut your damn mouth!” Heisenberg growls

He takes you by the collar and begins to practically drag you out of the castle.

“y/n!” Daniela yell, “Don’t take her away from us Uncle Heisenberg!!”

“You can find another plaything to eat,” He continues dragging you

Daniela yanks on your ankle in an attempt to get a grasp on you, Heisenberg yanks harder, making Daniela fall forward.

“Heisenberg you let go of y/n this instant!” Alcina scream as soon as she sees her daughter fall 

“Then why don’t you try and make me?!” He taunts his older sister

As Heisenberg enters the main entrance to drag you out of the castle, all five of you begin hearing an explosion.

“Intruders?!” Alcina calls out, “I’ll have their head! Daniela, make sure they don’t lay a finger on y/n.”

“I’ll make sure she won’t be touched mother,” Daniela says, slightly angered

She yanks you form Heisenberg’s grasp and carries you over her shoulder.

“Daniela I can help,” You say, “I just need to get back to the armory and-”

“You are not to help us!” Daniela yells

“Why not?!” You ask

Daniela puts you back onto your feet as she looks at you.

“Daniela answer me.” You say, more firmly this time, “Why wont you let me help?!”

“You’re human and you need to be protected!” Daniela states

“I may be a human, but I’m also a blacksmith!” You yell this time, “I can for sure as hell handle myself out there!”

“You’re still not going to help!” Daniela yells back

“Why the absolute hell do you want to lock me away knowing you might die?! Do you want to leave me here?! Why is it so important to you that you keep me safe?!” You ask all of these questions

In a quick motion, Daniela cups your face in her hands, lips crashing onto yours.

Chapter 3

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #female reader

[prettyvampiress96]

The Malfoy Secret - Chapter 3

Since the traumatic death of her last living relative, Anna had since been a guest in the Malfoy manor . Although she was by now a little more than a guest. Her aunt was peacefully laid to rest and throughout the whole ordeal the Malfoys were her absolute anchor to reality. Anna however still couldn't put her thoughts in order at the situation. On one hand Anna had wanted to go home but on the other hand she rather enjoyed the company of the Malfoys. Anna had previously attempted to return home twice. The first time Anna had gone to return home , Draco begged her not to leave claiming he wanted to make the most of her company before his return to his last term of third year next week.. The second time Cissa began fretting about her wellbeing. Her being worried about Anna all alone in that big house. So Anna agreed to stay to ease Cissa's conscience but did say that she would return before her first day of work at the Ministry. What Anastasia didn't know was that she would be the right hand assistant to Lucius himself. The letter enclosing said information remained unopened in the Rosier mansion.

The following week Narcissa and Lucius bid Draco farewell at kings cross station whilst Anna was already in the Ministry of Magic for her first day along with another student from her year . Anastasia now knew that she would be working with Lucius , she was relieved at least it was someone who wouldn't judge her by her name. Though the thought of being in such a confined space with the white haired man had butterflies filling the pit of her stomach. Lucius strutted into his office in the department of Magical Law Enforcement, halting in his footsteps at the sight of his darling Anna stretching on the tips of her feet to reach a book higher up on the shelf, Lucius held back a laugh as he took in just how miniature she was even in a pair of heels. Even though he adored that about her , he couldn't help picture in absolutely nothing but those heels all stretched out for him and for cissa of course. Anna hadn't yet realised he had entered the room she was too caught up in finding the book Mr. Crouch had requested. Lucius took this as his moment . He walked as quietly as he could towards her . When Anna was in his reach, his large hands held her hips , his long fingers digging in slightly. Anna's back pressed flush against his broad chest. Leaning down to her ear. "You want my help with that darling ?" He whispered pressing himself further into the girl. Anna blushed at the feeling of his hardened member making itself known. Easily reaching for the book , his hand could reach without him even trying. "By all means you can say no and I shall just sit back and watch as that little skirt rides up more and more. Its taking I have not to throw you over my desk and worship you right here babygirl" Lucius smirked as Anastasia let out a squeak at the pet name he called her. Lucius brought the book down to Anna's eyesight, offering it out to her , Anna still pressed against the overly large shelf. Before Anna could respond in walked Narcissa. Narcissa drank in the scene in front of her , the sight of her husband and hopefully her soon to be princess. Anastasia's face flushed a deep red as she resisted the urge to run into Cissa's arms. " My darling how lovely of you to join us isn't that right princess?" Lucius turned to face cissa while slipping a wink to Anna. "I .. Uh..you...I should get this book to Mr. Crouch " she said shyly unsure of how to respond , after all neither of them had spoken since her and cissa kissed. Anna couldn't help wondering is Narcissa regretted it. Bowing her head Anna moved to rush from the room. "WAIT, STOP" Narcissa called after her smiling as annas feet immediately come to a halt." Hurry back darling there's something we should all talk about". Anna nodded in response quickly exiting the room. Anastasia walked with the book in her arms just down the hall, knocking respectively , Anna awaited permission before entering. " Mr Crouch I'm terribly sorry if I am interrupting I'm just bringing the book you requested from Mr Malfoy" Anastasia informed showing the book as if she needed the proof. "Ah right yes, good good I do believe you may have just missed crossing paths with our young Mr Weasley. He took it upon himself to retrieve that book . A good boy he is . If that is all Miss Rosier I am rather busy I'm afraid" Mr Crouch, the minister of Magic himself said without raising so much as his head. Anna walked back to Lucius's office , the sound of her heels clacking with every step, when suddenly body blocks her way. "You know you'd think the slimy Slytherin's would crawl back into their holes rather than working for the Ministry . Your father was a blind fool to follow the dark lord . Tell me what would daddy think of his daughter now. Oh no thats right he got himself killed before you could wipe the drool from your chin? " Percy Weasley sneered at her . Anastasia's blood fuelled an inferno of rage and Percy was about to get a taste of the fire. Passer's by began to stop and watch while office doors seemed to open for the fellow workers to do the same. Annas eyes glazed over and she smiled a

sweet smile. " Don't you ever speak of my family in that way do you hear me ? You want to know what my 'daddy' thinks , insult me again and you'll be finding out" Anna threatened in a low voice her wand drawn and pressed into the younger Weasleys throat. Lucius Malfoy was the first to intervene , his hand pushing anna's armed one down. He ushered the furious girl into the office and she slowly began following. " Enjoy freedom while you can I'm sure they've got a cell in Azkaban with your family's name on call it an heirloom. As cold, dark narcissistic murderers run in your family dont they. When you slip up Rosier and you will . I will be the one to put you there myself" Percy shouted at her back. Taken off guard Percy hadn't expected Anna to throw 'stupefy at him knocking him down the hall by a few good feet . " Funny that if I'm to go to Azkaban it'll be for killing you. You're a no good blood traitor and yet you think you actually have the audacity to think you stand a chance against me. I know spells your mother couldnt even dream of mastering . You think you can talk about my family when you know absolutely nothing . I'll escort myself to Azkaban right now once I've sent your cold body to your mother. That dark enough for you saint Percy? Anna fumed her wand raised . Arthur Weasley emerged from the crowd , his wand drawn protecting his son. Lucius drew his wand and stood directly in front of Anastasia.

"Princess go, back to the office head held high cissy is there and I'll be right behind you "Lucius whispers so low only Anastasia could hear it. Anna nods confirming she had indeed heard his words but she was reluctant to walk away. When Lucius firmly commands her once again to go as she reaches the offices, she can already feel the tears fill her eyes and the burning sensation in her chest. Anna just wanted to scream . Instead she shuts the door and walks to her desk with her head down. Realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks Anna slides down the nearest wall. Narcissa immediately running to the sobbing girl sitting next to her , Cissa cradled anna against her chest, rocking slightly whilst rubbing a hand soothingly on the black haired girls back.

"I'm not a bad person I've followed every rule. I've never put a foot wrong yet I'm still painted with the same brush as my father am I destined to be alone. Perhaps Azkaban is the best place for someone with a name like mine". Lucius having now dealt with the pathetic Weasleys returns just as Anna sobs those words. Seeing her so broken and seeing his wife so affected at those words only tempted Lucius to go back and seriously damage the disrespectful boy. Weighing his options, nothing was more important than his family and as of that his girls needed him. Narcissa who was still holding Anna raised her head to look at her husband , she tilted her head to the side silently asking what had happened out there.

He ushered Narcissa over to him which she does hesitantly. Torn between leaving Anna and finding out what had occurred . Narcissa's curiosity got the best of her. "Anna I'll be right back darling" Narcissa whispered assuringly. Lucius explains in a hushed whisper briefly what happened. Narcissa can't believe what she's heard. How could someone say something so cruel about her baby girl. Lucius made his way over to Anna and bent down, lifting her chin up to face him. " Don't you ever let me hear say that about yourself . We would never allow you to be put in that wretched place. A name does not define you. That boy knows nothing. He is nothing. You are my everything. Our everything " he would say pulling cissa to him as she steps nearer not wanting to scare Anna . "I'm yours. Like both of you?" Anna questioned back , her green eyes wide and her pink lips pouted in slight confusion. " Why don't we all go back home a discuss this over a drink hmm?" Cissa hinted holding her hand out for her husband and Anna to take .

They arrive back at Malfoy Manor and Anna takes a seat on the sofa in the front room with Cissa sitting on one side of her and Lucius on the other side. Lucius gently takes one of Anna’s hands in his and with the other hand gently turns her head to face him “Anna I meant what I said earlier you are our everything and I want to discuss you becoming apart of our relationship” He nods at Cissa before continuing “There is no pressure Anna, you can say no and we’ll respect your decision. It won’t affect our working relationship either.” Anna doesn’t respond straight away, feeling a little shocked at his offer. “Should you agree to be with us boundaries would be set in place, which leads me to my next question. What are your boundaries Anna?” Lucius’ voice soft as he looks into her eyes.

“I don’t have any boundaries as I’ve never done this before” Anna answers honestly as she holds his gaze for a moment before looking down at her lap, a look of confusion washes over his face “Anna had never been kissed before I kissed her two weeks ago” Cissa explained. Lucius places his fingers under Anna’s chin lifting her head up “Just to confirm Anna, you are a virgin?” She nods at him and feels her cheeks heat in a light blush. “We’ll take things nice and slow; we’ll go at a pace that suits you…if you agree to be ours that is.” Lucius tells her with a smile on his lips and Anna couldn’t help herself, she looked down at his mouth and licked her lips. Cissa nods agreeing with her husband “We will look after you. You will be safe with us…always” Cissa took hold of Anna’s other hand in hers and begun rubbing small soothing circles on the back of her hand with her thumbs.

Anna looks between Cissa and Lucius before speaking “I’d like to be yours, both of yours but I’m worried I cannot offer you much in return” Cissa turns Anna’s head so she is looking at her “Just by agreeing to be with us is giving us more than you can imagine. All we want to do is to make you feel loved, safe and of course pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams” Cissa smiles and leans forward pressing her lips to Anna’s in a quick but sweet kiss.

“If we overstep a boundary or you start to feel uneasy or anything just tell us. In fact, to be sure we are all comfortable with this arrangement I recommend we use safe words” Lucius said softly, his breath warm against her ear “Safe words?” Anna asked shyly and he chuckled lightly “Ahh so innocent my sweet girl” His fingers brushing her hair aside as he placed a soft kiss to her neck before continuing “Each of us picks a word that once spoken the others know enough is enough. The moment the word is spoken everything stops…straight away, no questions or explanations needed” Anna turned her head slightly so she was looking at him over her shoulder “I’d like to be yours, both of yours” He smiled at her before capturing her lips with his.

Lucius and Narcissa both hand in hand with Anastasia began escorting her up the winding black marble case not stopping until they reached the door to the master bedroom. Both Malfoys stood watching Anna's reaction as Lucius twisted the handle of the door pushing it open , allowing Anna the first step inside. Anastasia was in awe at the decoration. With a flick of his wrist Lucius had set candles alight causing a rather romantic atmosphere. Anna's hand was still laced with Cissa's, she was reminded off that when Narcissa squeezed her hand. " What do you think babygirl?" Cissa asked brushing a loose strand of Anna's hair from her face, leaning in she placed a soft kiss on Anna's lips . "It's beautiful Cissy . It really is" Anna breathed looking behind her for Lucius. When Anastasia noticed him still stood by the door only now minus his dress shirt , she reached her hand towards him wanting to touch . Lucius noticed Anna's hesitation and stepped into her reach, taking her hands he placed them on the centre of his broad chest. Anna's hands ran up over his bare shoulders and linked around his neck attempting to pull him down to her level due to the height difference. Anna could feel his intoxicating scent overwhelm her and she took the plunge pressing her lips to his . His kiss was different to that of Cissa's it was rougher and more dominant . Lucius's hands reached over the curves of Anna's ass and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked them to the bed . A naked Narcissa joined the pair , running her fingers up anna's bare legs causing anna gasp allowing Lucius access to her tongue . Anastasia pulled back from her make out session , glancing at Narcissa, her eyes tracing over the perky nipples of her breasts. Anna's mouth ran dry . She had no idea what she wanted but god that woman was it. " Remember Darling we can stop whenever you like , tonight is all about you my pretty babygirl , mommy and daddy will make you feel so good I promise princess you just have to trust us" Narcissa spoke softly tapping her finger on the top button of anna's shirt. " Can mummy take this off baby " Cissa cooed , anna nodded and proceeded to remove the shirt herself only for cissa to stop her. "Let mommy do it angel please" Cissa asked again this time Anna nodded and allowed cissa to removed her top. Narcissa dropped the shirt to the floor her eyes never looking away from Annas full breasts, leaning forward cissa placed a wet kiss to the tops of her breasts. Ana in response arched her back unaware that her hips had rocked against the very non discreet package in Lucius's trousers. Narcissa's hands travelled lower and lower until they reached the waistband of the very tight skirt Anna had on. Cissa's fingers hooked into the band but waited for permission from Anna . "Princess Mommy's waiting for you "Lucius whispered in Anna's ear. Anastasia nodded fervently glancing down and the sight of a naked Narcissa between her thighs . Anna couldnt peel her eyes away. In a split second her skirt and panties were removed , Anna's core now slick and bare to Cissa who licked her lips in delight at the prize in front of her . "We can stop if you want to little princess, you just have to say and we promise we wont be disappointed in the slightest or should mommy continue" Lucius reminded . " No please Don't stop please dont stop "Anna pleaded . Her pleas were music to their ears. Lucius interlocked his fingers with Anna's , watching over anna's shoulder as his wife's head leant even closer to Annas blazing sex. Narcissa hummed as she dragged a finger through Anna's wet folds, shivering at the breathless gasp she made in response. Narcissa placed a soft kiss to either side of Anastasias inner thigh before connecting her warm tongue to her wet pussy. Anna's hips rose from the emerald sheets , her head thrown back into the crook of Lucius's neck and her grip on his hands getting tighter. " Is mummy making you feel good baby girl ? Let us hear those beautiful noises of yours petal" Lucius teased in advance. Anna mewled , feeling

an unfamiliar weight in the pit of her stomach. Narcissa continued flicking the sensitive bud while she introduced a single finger into Anna's tight hole preparing to stretch her out for Lucius. Slowly and gently Cissa began thrusting that finger in and out in time with the flicking of the bud . With her fingers getting so slick from Anna's running juices , cissa added a second finger and with every thrust in began spreading them apart . Anna's walls began to clench around Cissa's fingers locking them in place and her thighs tightening pulling cissa closer than she was. " Oh Oh Oh " Anna screamed as she rode her first ever climax down on Narcissa .Anna felt shifting from behind her as Lucius moved himself from the bed taking Cissa's place between Anna's thighs. Climbing above her Cissa placed a kiss to Anna's lips. "You did so well darling mummy's so proud of you. Does Daddy want a taste do you think? " Narcissa beamed down at her baby all glistening in sweat , glancing to her husband smirking. Lucius's hand reached across grabbing cissa at the chin, passionately kissing his wife all the while tasting the sweet nectar of his princess on her tongue. At some point during the exchange Lucius had removed his remaining clothing. Lucius tapped on Anna's thighs grabbing her attention. Narcissa sat near Annas head now it was her turn to watch the faces her baby pulled whilst screaming from the pleasure she was receiving. " Princess you need to listen just for a minute okay? Are you sure this is what you want? I won't lie to you my girl it might be a little uncomfortable at first but that passes. Are you absolutely sure?" Lucius needed to make her aware he'd never forgive himself if he hurt her . " Please I trust you Daddy I'd like to try. Help me try" Anna begged her voice sounding like a whine. Lucius wrapped his hand around his painfully hard cock swiping the pre-cum from the swollen head to lubricate it slightly. The combination of that and Anna's cum should be just enough.

As he slowly began to ease into her, Anna's walls clenched around him as a pained groan leaves her throat. Digging her nails into his shoulders as she squeezes her eyes shut tight, Anna's body tenses against his when he comes to a stop. His body trembling as he fights the lust inside him to thrust into his pretty little princess .When the pain starts to subside Anastasia slowly moves her hips .

"Please " was all Anna could muster out. Lucius takes her thigh and places it on his hip as he starts to slowly move against her . Quickly finding a steady rhythm, as his hips roll against hers both moving in perfect harmony , Anna could feel every thrust against her walls. Her nails leave red half-moon crescents on biceps. Narcissa sat back observing couldnt help but reach down and began circling her own clit. His name falls from Anastasia's mouth like a prayer when he finds that specific spot inside of her . "Fuck, Princess , you feel so good around Daddy" he moans as he thrust faster into her , pleasure invaded her senses as her vision begins to cloud , with her head thrown back Anna can no longer keep the moans inside of her . An inferno rages inside of her , Her hands fall from his arms to grasp at the sheets with such a force her knuckles began turning white. "Papi, I'm..." she moans out. " Let it go baby I'm here Daddy's here" Lucius coaxed. Anastasias walls enclosed around Lucius's cock , her nectar coating his manhood. With a last thrust into her Lucius emptied his load filling his princess up to the brim. Gently removing himself from inside her , Lucius laid to the right of Anna enclosing her in his arms, Narcissa laid to the left of Anna . "Our princess did absolutely perfect wouldn't you say so dear?" Narcissa asked Lucius. "Oh i couldn't agree more darling. How are you feeling Princess?" Lucius asked Anna. The three of them an entanglement of limbs. Until Narcissa rose from the bed and into the large bathroom followed by the sound of running water. " Come on Darling let us clean you up and put you in something comfy before you fall asleep" Narcissa commented. Anna however was quite tired and comfy as she mumbled incoherent words from where she was. Lucius scooped her up into his arms and took her into the bathroom himself. Narcissa already in the bath, held her arms out as he lowered his princess down into her lap. A scent of lavender and camomile filled their senses. Lucius lathered up a sponge and glided it over every inch of Anastasias body. Anastasia snapped from her dazed state smiling at both Lucius and Narcissa. Before putting her head down and playing with her fingers , a sign they had already noticed when she was nervous or embarrassed. " Princess Is everything alright darling? Are you hurt or in pain?" Cissa asked concerned she may be hurt . " No no nothing like that I was urm well I just wondered could I stay with you two tonight?" Anna asked so quietly that if they had been any further away they wouldn't have caught it. "Of Course you sweet girl you were always going to sleep in with us . We wouldn't have it any other way. Now why dont you let mommy wash your hair whilst daddy gets out and fetches you something comfy eh?" Narcissa said softly to Anna pulling her in for a cuddle in the warm water. With the girls dressed in Narcissa's nightgowns , Lucius had made a mental note to have cissa and anna go shopping soon. Lucius had already pulled back the covers and slid in, waiting for his girls to come out. "Which side should I sleep?" Anna asked Narcissa. They hadn't discussed that yet. " Why dont you sleep in the middle darling so that way we can both hold you" Lucius offered. Anna scrambled into bed followed by Cissa. Cissa took hold of Annas hand and kissed the knuckles.

"I'm so happy you agreed to be ours our darling girl "Narcissa expressed. Lucius turned on his side facing Anna and Cissa draping his arm across the both of them in a protective manner. " I love you both my precious girls" Lucius said lovingly. The three slept in each others embrace for the rest of the night.

#lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #narcissamalfoy #lucius malfoy smut #lucius malfoy x reader

[ohimjustagay]

I miss Hange so fucking much so I went digging for the most complete version of their oldddd interview I could find. (Credits for the translation go to an anonymous 4chan user)

Q: So, is this not like they’ve already given up on you?

Hange: Probably! Mike and Erwin say nothing about it. Ah, but Levi…

Q: Did he say anything about it?

Hange: Uhh… from time to time I black out from getting hit, then when I become conscious again I would get splashed at and somehow… it’s like having a bath.

Q: It is… done by force, isn’t it?

Hange: That, perhaps, is more like cleaning than having a bath! I think he planned it all out with my subordinates, but because I lost consciousness I can’t be sure.

Q: Everybody’s names have been mentioned, so we would like to hear about your interpersonal relationships. We’ve got a question that asks, "What impression do you have” of firstly Commander Erwin, then Captain Levi, Squad Leader Mike and Deputy Leader Moblit.

Hange: Right… I’ve known Erwin and Levi for a long time. Erwin actively supports my research, so he’s helped me a lot. According to what he has said, I think he also holds some kind of doubt towards the structure of this world.

Q: What about Captain Levi and Squad Leader Mike?

Hange: Levi you see, is bad at talking and a clean freak so everyone gets disillusioned, but he’s a good guy who thinks about his comrades. He has a rough attitude, but he listens to my research results and has the composure to only think about it.

Q: Isn’t he’s a good superior officer?

Hange: (cut off) …Yeah, it’s a strange attitude to people he meets for the first time, but the position of Squad Leader is justified.

Q: What impression do you have of Deputy Leader Moblit, who is also an adjutant?

Hange: Moblit? He’s an outstanding adjutant! His sketches used for research are good too. But, the fly in the ointment is that he always comes to stop me when I’m getting to the good part.

Q: Doesn’t he do that because he is worried for you? Among the questions we got, some of them such as, “Aren’t you worrying him too much?” and “Please let him rest once in a while” showed concern for him.

Hange: (omitted)

Q: We have received many questions about your interpersonal relationships, such as, “Do you have any friends and acquaintances?” and “Who do you get along with?”

Hange: Friends and acquaintances huh… Like I’ve said before, I adjust my daily life cycle to the Corps’ movements.

Q: Your schedule is filled with research and duties, I see. In between all that, is there anyone you often talk to?

Hange: Ah, it depends on the plan or formation but… I’m often stationed close to Levi’s squad, so I think we do talk a lot.

Q: You have mentioned that you’ve known each other for a long time.

Hange: Levi’s rough with his words, so it sounds like he’s angry, right? But he doesn’t truly feel that way, so there are times I help to explain that to everyone in his squad. Interpretation, people have called it.

Q: Other than Levi, who else do you get along with?

Hange: When I see the veteran soldiers who enlisted around the same time as me… if they’re still alive, that is… I would talk to them a lot. Also my subordinates.

Q: I see. There are also many questions like, “Can you see with goggles?” and “How good is your eyesight without glasses?” about your glasses or goggles.

Hange: Without glasses I can still see the face of the person in front of me, but it’s inconvenient during battles or research, I guess. Glasses can easily fall off, so I don’t use them on missions. There are skillful soldiers who can operate 3DMG with glasses, you know, but I’m not very good at it.

Q: We also have a question about your glasses and goggles that goes, “They seem expensive, how many spares do you have?”

Hange: I keep one or two pairs on hand, if they’re both broken I claim them with the Survey Corps’ expenses.

Q: You put them down to expenses!

Hange: But they’re necessities, so it’s a required expense! I don’t do things like Levi who claims expenses for the black tea he favors, you know?

Q: That black tea… is paid for with expenses.

Hange: Yes, glasses and black tea, they’re all supplies for the whole Survey Corps. It’s because our lifestyle is guaranteed like this that there’s no shortage of youngsters who aspire to be soldiers.

Q: You’re certainly right about that. Another question we have is, “Do you do housework?”

Hange: Like cooking, or cleaning? Hmm, I’ve done it before, on duty.

Q: Trainee soldiers cook their own meals, and on expeditions cooking for yourself is also a must.

Hange: Well, for me right now, as a Squad Leader, I leave most of it to my subordinates I guess.

Q: We also have the question “What’s your type?” Excluding titans, that is.

Hange: Ahh… everyone sure likes that kind of topic. I don’t think about it much, but let’s see, someone who is fine even if I can’t pay attention to them, I guess.

Q: You respect freedom.

Hange: Mm-hmm, for me right now, I’m interested in… mainly titans, and also the structure of the world and so on… way too many things. So, even if I had someone like that, I probably can’t spend much time together with them.

Q: So someone who can accept your behavior and let you be free is ideal, isn’t it.

Hange: That’s how it turns out. I don’t think such a convenient person exists though.

Q: Do you chat with people like Deputy Leader Moblit?

Hange: Moblit says things a mother would say. Like, did you eat properly? Or, did you sleep well? And his every word is really funny.

Q: For example?

Hange: Once, during an experiment I think, he said to me, Do you really want to live!? Pretty much the only one who says such interesting things to me is Moblit!

Q: I see. Then, I’m going to change the topic a bit and introduce an unconventional question. “Please tell us about the time you recently got angry.”

Hange: Angry? Me? What a strange question.

Q: I’ve been told you’re the scariest when you get angry.

Hange: That’s not true! Erwin and Levi have way scarier faces! Well… now that I think about it…

Q: Did something come to mind?

Hange: It’s not recent, but. Long ago, I got into an argument with a Military Police officer who made fun of the Survey Corps… He said such terrible things, I couldn’t take it anymore, and grabbed the scruff of his neck and threw him on the floor… almost.

Q: That’s scary!

Hange: Haha… It’s the folly of youth. Since Erwin and the others quickly intervened, it didn’t become an issue. Other than that… when I get mad, I kick and wreck tables and chairs… but doesn’t everyone do that?

Q: Uh, I wonder about that… You give a calm impression, but there is something on fire hidden inside you.

Hange: I’m always on fire! It’s for the sake of unraveling the mysteries of this world!

Q: If mankind were finally liberated from the titans, what would they do?

Hange: Mankind would rule. But I would like to research vegetation outside the walls, or study about humanity’s past.

#long post #hange zoë #hange aot #there are some other things that I saw people mention that aren't in this #like how apparently at a young age hange tried to scrape at the walls with a shovel and got in trouble with the military police #and the wall cult #she talked about titans for two days straight and was so caught up in it she didnt even realize #I'm not sure if its from the same interview but Isayama created them because he wanted a mad scientist character #I find it really interesting that in the character interview that it says that hange if they didnt have titans to study would prefer #history and plants #we never really get to find out much about hange before Eren and the others meet them #really we just learn about the moment that drove them to begin their research into titans #not even what age they are now much less the age they were when they joined the survey corps #so them saying that the scenario with the mp that insulted the scouts happened a long time ago and that Erwin was there to stop them #is interesting to me and it makes me wonder just how many years hange has spent with the scouts #less important but the fact that hange is close enough to Levi to be considered his translator #gay shit if I ever saw it

[lizhly-writes]

i do not have anything very new for you this week.  i do, however, have this revised version of the first chapter of the ��villainess’ side of my heroine-villainess isekai bodyswap story, which is, essentially, a full rewrite.  i have made some changes that have brought our pov character a little more in line with my mental image of her.  to quote someone that i had look at this: ‘Before mina seemed more refined like she kills u by poisoning u thru ur tea and then "ohoho"ing as u slowly lose consciousness and die, and now mina seems like she kills u by straight up ripping ur spine out lol’

i always did wonder why i never saw the ‘original’ villainess in otome isekai stories do some major physical damage for funsies, y’know?

warning: this thing is 2k+ words long. 

Why’s it so fucking loud.  Who’s screaming bloody murder in here?  Shut up, I got the worst headache and whatever slick steaming pile of shit you think you are, you ain’t making it better.  If you won’t keep that hole in your face quiet, what if I just heal it closed?  You won’t get a choice then, how about that?

I’m laid out flat on the floor, too. It’s wet, there’s something soaking in my shirt and my hair.  It better not be vomit.  Three fucking faces of Knight, how much did I drink last night.

I crack an eye open. “Th’ fuck’s goin’ on.”

There are people with the dumbest fucking faces staring down at me.  “You’re awake!” one of them exclaims, like everyone else has useless holes for eyes.  Course I’m awake, that something you really feel you gotta tell the world?

“Shit, really?  Wow!  Never woulda guessed,” I say as I drag myself to my feet.  Urgh, feels like I drank my way through the entire bar.  Did I get run over by a carriage or something too?  I’m real fucked up — balance off, arms and legs ain’t landing right, everything aches, and I got clothes on that look like I stole them from a crackpot fashion student.  

Though, hey, looks like everyone here is dressed like that.  Maybe it’s the crackpot fashion student side of campus. I’m in some really shiny cafe, by the looks of it.  The aesthetic here is… really something.  Didn’t know we had this kind of place at the university.

Let’s put that aside for now.  I crack my neck and ignore everyone talking at me as I give the entire place a once-over.  No sign of Emily or Asher, which doesn’t sound right.  If I’m this messed up, normally Asher’d be right there with me.  Emily, at least, would’ve tracked me down and tried to kick me in the head or something.  Not that I’d need a kick in the head, it hurts bad enough as it is.  Maybe enough that I can say that I’ve knocked something loose.  Hearing’s definitely off, it’s doing funny things to my voice.  Not liking that very much at all.

“How much is a drink ‘round here?” I say, because while alcohol got me into this, I’ve heard great things on how alcohol can get me out of this.

“I don’t think you need a drink,” says an absolute fucking killjoy from somewhere behind me.

“‘Scuse me?” I say as I do an about-face.  The killjoy in question looks boring enough that I’d forget him instantly if it weren’t for the eyes.  Real pretty shade of blue, nice enough that probably some asshole’s tried yanking them from his skull.  It’s a wonder he still has them!  Maybe he’s a good enough fight that people don’t bother, huh?

He doesn’t react when I step in for a closer look — yeah, there we go, left eye, the scars are barely there, but it looks like someone’s been using their nails to make an attempt.  Honestly, you’d think he’d flinch a little with me getting that close to his face, it’s not like his glasses’ll be any good at protecting him.  But no, he just stands there and says, “I think you need first aid.  You might have a concussion.  I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re bleeding.  A lot.”

…Hmm.  

“Am I?” I say.  I reach for the bits of me that I’d hoped hadn’t been sitting in vomit and… yeah.  My fingers come away red.  

Trace a little further up to the back of my head, and there’s the head wound.  Not as deep as I’d think, but it’s there, along with a very long braid I don’t remember getting.

Maybe I am concussed.  Should’ve noticed both of those things a lot sooner.

“Yeahhhhh, okay,” I say.  “Lil later, then.”  After I fix myself up, maybe.

“I think you’re actually supposed to avoid drinking after a concussion altogether,” says Absolute Fucking Killjoy.

“Fuck you,” I say. Of all things, that’s what gets him to flinch.  Interesting priorities he’s got there.

About the drink, though.  He ain’t wrong.   I know how head wounds work.  But those rules on what to do with them?  That’s for other people.

“You need a doctor—”

Please.  Last time I needed a doctor was years ago.  

This kind of thing, it’s easy enough to take care of.  So easy that it should be already healed up, but whatever.  Just a little concentration, and —

And.

...What's this?  

“That’s new,” I say, squinting at the crackling light running over the palm of my hand.  Real fancy, real nice to look at.  Doesn’t feel like much, but I bet I could make something like this hurt if I wanted to.  Nice little add-on, this.  I like what I got — I’m the best with what I got — but power is power.  Nothing wrong with having a little extra in your punches.

Except this ain't anything I can do. This ain't anything I should be able to do.  That’s pretty fucking strange, isn’t it?

“What are you doing,” says Killjoy, voice sharp.  

The face he’s making is probably hilarious.  It’s less interesting than the way light curls over my fingers, trailing over my wrist as I twist my hand this way and that.  If I let it, maybe it’d spread further up my arm.  How much higher could it go, really?

I don’t get to find out, because Killjoy snatches my hand, snapping his own fingers over it until only light you can see has to fight its way out from where skin meets skin.  And then it’s not even that, dying away until it goes dark completely.

Oh this bitch.  

“Well, ain’t you forward, huh?” I say, baring my teeth.  “What d’you think you’re doin’?”

“You’ve got a concussion,” Killjoy reminds me, like he thinks I forgot.  I ain’t forgetting nothing, got it?  It’s easy to take care of — just a little thought, and maybe it’s taking a little more effort, but the skin knits up just fine.

I sweep a hand lightly over the back of my head, just to make sure everything’s in order.  The swelling’s gone down, the bruising’s gone, eyesight seems pretty clear.  Headache and bodyache’s still there, which is annoying.  There’s been some improvement, but that’s not what I’m looking for.  It should be gone.  Is it not physical damage, then?  What, is it psychosomatic or something?  That’s a shit explanation.

It’s only after my self-checkup that I realize that Killjoy is still talking.  “— can take you to the clinic,” he’s saying, sounding very earnest.  He’s still holding my hand.

I shake him off impatiently.  “That’s unnecessary,” I say, and push open the shiny glass doors so I can find Asher or Emily or someone and go on with my life.

I don’t get more than a few steps outside before I realize I’m running headfirst into a problem. Namely, that the outside that greets me is not the university.   Not even close.  Not unless the mayor sent the entire city crashing down and decided to rebuild from the ground up.  Not unless everyone collectively decided to take overly-caffeinated fashion students’ advice when it came to everyday wear.  Not unless somebody made far too many innovations in automobile development and decided to implement them on every vehicle I can see here.  Not unless all of that happened while I was passed out.

No.  I should have noticed that before, too.  I don’t pass out.  Alcohol fucks me up, sure.  But I’ve never drunk so much that I got knocked unconscious.  I’ve never been able to drink enough to knock me unconscious.

…I remember now.  I didn’t go out drinking last night.  No, what happened was that some asshole attacked me— or, you know, tried to attack me for maybe a solid minute before I started beating the shit out of him for daring to ambush me.  I was doing quite a good job, if I do say so myself. I know I broke some bones, broke his face, had my hands around his neck, and it would have only taken me a second or so more -- just one good squeeze! -- to pulp his windpipe, and he would be dead. 

But I didn’t get to that part.  The last thing I remember was putting just enough pressure on his throat to make him choke, and then… nothing.  That’s it. That’s all I have before I woke up in the cafe.

I’m missing something.  I know I am.   It’s pissing me off.   

That fuckwad.  What did he do?  Clearly I made a mistake letting him breathe for more than a minute or so, I should’ve just killed him on sight.  If I find him again — no, when I find him again — I’m going to squeeze the answers out of him and grind his skull into paste, I’m gonna make him wish he was never born, I’m gonna make sure he’s in so many fucking pieces no one can tell his —

“Hey,” says Killjoy, because I suppose he followed me out or something. “We really need to get you to a doctor.  I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but even if it’s not a concussion, it’s safer to get it looked at, you know?  You said you were on university insurance, right? So it’s not like it’s even going to cost —”

And then he shuts up, because I have him by the collar of his shirt and he’s suddenly bent over enough that he’s barely an inch away from my face.

“Please.  Would you kindly keep your mouth closed,” I say.  “If not, I’m afraid I’ll have to make you choke on your own teeth.  Do I make myself clear.”

Killjoy doesn’t close his mouth.  It’s hanging open gently, his pretty blue eyes wide and shocked.  But I suppose he understands the spirit of what I’m asking for, because he doesn’t say anything, even when I let him go and kindly push him back upright.

Well, no, actually, there is one thing.  There’s a name he whispers: Allison.  But it’s so quiet that I can generously pretend I can’t hear it and let him keep his mouth in one piece.  I leave him standing there, and set off.

Where?  It doesn’t matter.  I walk through black-paved streets and stone-slab sidewalks, speed past too-tall buildings and too-bright colors and hoping for — I don’t know. One familiar building.  Something, anything, that I can recognize.

But… nothing. It’s like I’m an entirely different country.  An entirely different world.

How long was I out?  Am I missing memories?  What did that sad excuse for an ambusher do?

As if this day couldn’t get any better, Killjoy finds me at the entrance of a tiny, cramped alleyway, shadowed by buildings rising tall around.

“You just never fuckin’ give up, do you?” I say, sharp smile sliding easily across my face. I don’t know where I am, but I know I’m a fair distance away from where I started.  He can’t have just coincidentally run into me.  He had to have either followed me or known where I’d end up.  It doesn’t matter which.  Either option means that he’s still thinking of me.

He starts when I turn around and face him — he probably didn’t expect me to figure out he was there that quickly, huh? Well, I have to give him credit, he really is quiet.  And he stays quiet, too, even as he scrambles backwards when I start stalking towards him.

“You gonna tell me I need a doctor again, huh?”

Go on.  Say it.  I gave you a warning, I told you what I’d do to you, it’s not my fault you can’t listen.  I’m looking forward to it, actually!  Thank you for showing up just when I needed stress relief!

“… not Allison,” Killjoy says, so softly I barely hear it.

“Pardon?”

“You’re not Allison,” he hisses, and oh, is that a sight — his eyes are aglow, the light behind them illuminating their blue so that it shines against the darkness.  How pretty.  How valuable.  Even more so than when I thought the only thing that stood out about them was the color.  Really, how good of a fight must he be that he still has them?

I’m gonna find out.

#original fiction #my writing #isekai #otome isekai #writeblr #everything #violence #implied violence

[argumentl]

The Freedom of Expression Ep 49 - Ioka Kazuto's New Years Eve tattoo problem.

K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru with this week's episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san, Tasai san, welcome again this week.

T: What is the celebratory sake for?

K: Well, this is our first recording of the new year..

J: Yes

T: Happy New Year

J: Happy New Year. By the time this is broadcast it will already be well into January though.

K: Yes, so..for good luck.

J: Ah, that would be welcome....but Im not gonna drink it.

K: Why?

J: Um, I've said this a few times before, but my resolution for 2021 is to not go so crazy when drinking alcohol, to not get too carried away.

T: Hahaha

J: I've already decided on it.

K: Don't you always say that?

J: No, no, no. Um, recently...was it on the 27th? After the live broadcast? I left afterwards with Tasai.

T: Oh, yeah.

J: We left together, we got a taxi. Then when I arrived home, it was about 2am, right? When I tried to get in my house, I didn't have my keys.

T, K: Eh?!

T: Really??

J: I didn't have my keys..what could I do? I think i actually left them somewhere before i arrived here, and I hadn't been drinking before that. But in the end, I went to a hotel in my neighborhood...like, please let me stay here, I'll pay so please let me stay. So, I woke up the next day and called the real estate agent to ask if they had a spare key..they didn't. They said they'd given all the keys to me. So, I called around a few other places, and by about lunch time I managed to get hold of a key. But I had to go and do a live radio broadcast in this kind of messed up state, so..

T: Eh?!

J: Well, I mean, it wasn't the fault of alcohol this time, but I have lost my pocket wifi before while I was drunk, and my glasses...and Im constantly telling dirty jokes while drunk...so this year..., well, I will drink alcohol, but Im not gonna go wild.

T: Hahaha

K: Thats impossible!

J, T: Hahaha

Kami: Joe san, Joe san...

J: Oh, Kami? What is it? Kami's here.

Kami: Joe, you've become a boring guy.

J, T: Hahaha

Kami: You're trying to play it safe.

J: No, no, no. Can I really carry on? Drinking and going crazy this year too?

Kami: You need to be free. Please don't hold yourself back.

J: Haha 

T: When we were going home in the taxi, you said, 'I think I've messed up'...

J: I was doing a bit of self-reflecting.

T: Your true voice slipped out.

J: I think it did.

K: What? Why, what happened again?

T: Yeah, what was it again?

J: Well, I think it was me just going a bit wild. It felt like I got carried away.

T: You felt that in yourself?

J: Well, I do, don't I? When I drink alcohol?

K: Well, yeah.

J: Kaoru, we've done a lot of events together, right?

K: Yeah, most of the time I'm like, 'Joe, calm down!'

J: And Im supposed to be the moderator!

T: You change places!

J: Right!

K: Also, he had to read out things written in Katakana and stuff, but he couldn't read the difficult words*1

J: There are a few reasons for that. After I've had a drink, I can't read difficult kanji, and also I have bad eyesight. Katakana has loads of spaces in it, right?

T: Maybe we should have let Tasai do it.

T: Yeah, I should have done the reading.

J: Kanji just turns into clumps.

K: Ok, well, today...Tasai, could you get us started?

T: Yes, this is about the big match on last New Years Eve. Its boxing news. It was the WBO super flyweight title match between Ioka Kazuto and Tanaka Kōsei. Ioka won the match, but this news deals with a slightly different aspect. Ioka's tattoos were visible during the match. The boxing commission have said this is a violation of the rules, and are considering imposing a penalty. Questions have been arising on social media like, 'Isn't this a mistake?', and, 'What about individual freedom?' Did you watch the match, Kaoru?

K: No, I didn't, but I saw it on the news.

T: Yeah. And, Ioka had actually covered his tattoos with foundation to hide them before getting in the ring, but sweating made the foundation come off.

J: I see.

T: So, its become a bit of a talking point, what to think about this.

K: This isn't the first time he's done this, right? He covered his tattoos before in other fights?

T: Yeah, to stop the foundation coming off he...

K: But foundation?...can you really hide them with foundation?

J: Haha, yeah, maybe not. They are too solid. So, he went ino the ring without foundation this time?

T: No, he had it on, but it came off with sweat.

J: Wouldn't that happen anyway?

K: If it did, that means its come off everytime up to now.

J: Right? Its not like its only come off this time. Its hard to understands why the JBC are raising this problem only now?

T: Well, its in the rules. The rules for matches are...in the rulebook, Match management section 4, conditions for boxers article 86, it says for things that make spectators feel uncomfortable, such as tattoos...if a boxer has tattoos, they must not appear in the ring.

J: Oh, thats written?

T: Yes, thats written in the rules. There have been cases in the past of boxers getting tattoos surgically removed in order to be able to compete in the ring.

J: Im not sure about this. Feeling uncomfortable just by seeing a tattoo...?

K: Regular people do though, don't they?

J: Do they?

K: Not people like us here, regular people are different.

J: Haha, of course.

K: But its Japanese people...foreigners have seen tattoos as pretty normal for quite a long time.

J: Right. Their police even have tattoos.

K: But we havn't got there in Japan yet. They are still thought of as scary. Even me, if I see someone with tattoos walk in, I don't say anything to them, but I do notice and look at them if they have tattoos.

J: Well..

K: You look though, right?

J: Well, I would think 'oh, they have tattoos'.

K: Yeh, but you would say ????*2

J: Well...

K: You would!

J: Would I? But...this is boxing, right? The spectators have come to watch people hitting each other.

K: Well, yeah, thats right.

J: For example, if a kabuki actor suddenly revealed tattoos all over their body, I have a feeling it wouldn't go down well with people who are going to see traditional arts, but if they are going to see people punching each other, would they be that bothered about tattoos?

K: Its because the rules havn't changed since a long time ago.

J: Yeah. Hmm, Im not sure about this. What's it like overseas?

T: Its totally fine overseas.

J: Its ok, right?

K: They don't mind if foreigners have them.

J: Ah, foreign boxers with tattoos are allowed to fight in Japan?

T: Yes.

K: So I think this is good. It could change how we do things *3

J: Yeah, it creates a stir, because there are quite a lot of people who know about this old rule. Um, even at events and stuff (I MC at a lot of events), some guests are instructed to wear long sleeeves when they attend. This is what Japan is like with tattoos.

T: But I think I read somwhere that the NBA also has the rule to cover tattoos. Like, they will wear armbands and stuff to cover them.

K: Even in baseball, the Giants have banned facial hair.

J: Have they?

T: The Giants have an unwritten code, let me think who had a beard....do you remember Ogasawara Michihiro/Gatz?

J: Oh yeah, the left handed player?

T: Yeah, when he joined the Giants he shaved it all off etc. That type of thing still happens, even now. Have a look next time the Giants play, none of them have facial hair.

J: I don't think foreign players will like these rules that Japanese have. This seems like its against the Constitution. It really does.

Kami: Its discrimination, right?

J: Yes, I agree.

Kami: Nishinari people are sensitive to discrimination.

J: Yeah, I mean, if they are gonna have this rule, they should ban tattoos for everyone in boxing, but to say its ok for foreign boxers but not Japanese ones.. its a bit...

Kami: Its unconstitutional. Its discrimination.

J: Yeh, I think its discrimination. But looking at some of the comments, some say that although its written in the rules, it can't be helped these days.

Kami: Its not fair though, letting Ioka get this incredible win, and then afterwards saying, actually, no.

T: Yes, thats right.

Kami: When I was younger I won at pachinko..

J: Haha, all of a sudden..

Kami: I had quite a babyface, and would get mistaken for being underage. They never said anything to me when I lost...

T: But when you handed in your tickets they told you no because you're underage?

Kami: Yeah, yeah. Even though they said nothing to me when I was losing. Its like they come to stop you after you start winning.

T: I see.

Kami: They will take all the benefits, but when it starts to get unfavorable...I sense that unfairness.

T: Ah, yeh. Well, its true that the boxing commission already knew that Ioka had tattoos. And they asked him to take part.

J: Yeah. Its not like he got the tattoos right before this match.

T: Thats right. Incidentally, he got this particular tattoo in America in 2018, September, to show resovle and determination for his comeback fight. And this time, he has also added his son's name as if to say 'lets fight together'.

J: Oh, thats a nice meaning....Sue them!

T: Sue them?

J: Yes, Tokyo Sports should sue them.

T: Why just us? haha. We should together.

J: ???*4

K: I wonder how this will turn out though.

J: Yeah. Is Ioka following the boxing commission then?

T: He is still waiting to see what they decide.

J: Ah, ok.

T: He is still waiting for their judgment.

J: So like, it will depend on the level of punishment he gets.

K: They'll just say its the rules.

T: In that case, he might just go to America, if he can't fight any matches in Japan.

J: Well, yeah.

T: I think this would be a bigger problem if it happened outside the ring. But its happened within the ring. Its still a fact that tattoos are seen as scary in this culture.

K: It seems so to me, speaking as a person who has tattoos.

J: Thats what you have felt from experience?　Exactly.

K: But you could say that he knew this when he got the tattoos. He knew they would tell him to stop.

T: Like, boxers definitely understand this.

K: He knows it, but he is still appearing in the ring, so if he has determination and resolve, its great. If he doesn't, its no surprise if he gets complaints.

J, T: I see.

J: Well, considering he did try to hide it, but the covering just came off, I wonder what will happen. Its not like he can wear clothes over it, right?

K: He could have put tape on it.

J: Oh, right, you can hide it like that too?

T: Yeah, there might be something like skin coloured tape.

J: Kami, can we have a last word from you on this?

Kami: Well, whatever the rules, making them only apply to Japanese is strange, right?

J: Well, yes, thats true. We'll have to keep a look out for what happens with this from now on.

K: Well, yeh.

T: To see how it develops, yeh.

K: Yeah. Kami seemed a bit lacking in vitality today, didn't he?

J: Yeah, he seems down. Kami, did something happen to you at new year time?

Kami: No, no, Im fine! Don't I sound it?

K: You sound like you are lacking a bit of punch.

J: With it being boxing, you'd expect him to have more 'punch'.

K: He just seemed a bit...regular.

J: Yeah.

Kami: Regular? haha.

K: He's laughing, haha.

T, J: Haha

J: The staff are making me laugh.

K: Ok, shall we finish here for today?

J: Yes

K: Ok, please subscribe. Thank you very much.

*1, 3 Not sure this is right.

*2, 4 Couldn't make out

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#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #tfoe #kaoru #薫

[getdownkyh]

In case you missed it, this short series was inspired by @darkcompass​‘ work, which you can read here : (001) and (003). As usual all my fics are fictional.

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Extra Credit (m) | Young K |  smut, Professor!Kang

01 . 02 . 03 . 04 . 05 . 06 . 07

Proposal.

To be frank, you couldn’t put your fingers on what gave you the courage. The fact that you were the type of person who wouldn’t stop until you got your hands on what you wanted, the sheer attractiveness of your new professor, or the way you could see the attraction between the two of you went both ways. Or maybe all factors combined. 

It was kind of expected. You liked smart guys and he liked hot women. 

So that was how you found yourself standing in front of Professor Kang’s door, that fateful Friday evening. Double checking to ensure the top buttons of your blouse were loosened, you took a deep breath, and knocked. “Come in,” was heard and you pushed the door open, walking in and closing it behind you. He was working on some paperwork, his eyesight fixed towards his table, not even paying attention to you.

You cleared your throat and locked the door, the click of the door lock catching his attention as he finally looked up.

You walked up to him as he asked, “Anything I can help you with?”

You looked at him and his perfectly parted hair, the ones that had you wondering how they would feel under your fingers. His glasses sat pretty on his nose bridge, sharp jawline slightly flexing as his gaze shifted to you walking closer.

“Hi, Professor. I’m from your Marketing class?” Vague. Even though you knew he needed no introductions. You chewed on your bottom lip subconsciously as you tried to compose yourself.

“I have a proposal. You know, for extra credit?”

You weren’t exactly being subtle, and you were certain that he got the idea.

He twirled the pen in his hand, eyebrow cocked as his eyes travelled from your face, to your slightly exposed chest. Not subtle. Kang Younghyun wasn’t stupid, the flirtatious gazes you were giving him in classes didn’t go unnoticed, and right now you were literally standing in front of him with an unbuttoned blouse. Even a stupid person could decipher the situation. 

And he wasn’t complaining. He definitely wasn’t. But it didn’t mean he would give in easily.

 “Hmm, it’s still quite early in the semester, you’re very enthusiastic, eh?”

“I just like to be prepared.”

He chuckled at you, leaning back in his seat. Inviting.

You walked closer to him, now standing next to his table, “I’m also struggling to focus in class.”

Younghyun placed his pen down, putting the cap on, “And why is that exactly?”

“I think of the things I want you to do to me.”

Hearing that, he took your hand and pulled you towards him, your body now bent forward towards his sitting figure. He held your chin in his hand as his eyes looked deep into yours, before travelling down to your lips, and then your exposed cleavage. He ran his index finger alongside your neck, travelling down to trace your breasts that were peeking out of your barely-hanging blouse.

You closed your eyes as you reveled in his touch, so light and modest yet was anything but innocent.

He placed his finger underneath your chin again, applying pressure, making you tilt your head upwards. He inched closer to your face, stopping when he was barely centimetres away from your lips. You let out a whine and the corner of his lips hitched upwards.

You took the chance and kissed him first, closing the gap as you placed your hands on his shoulder. His hands gripped harder on your blouse, draggin you towards closer, making you straddle him as he tilt his head to the side, allowing you to deepen the kiss.

He nibbled on your bottom lip, tugging them between his teeth slightly and licking at them. You whined at the sensation, your open mouth inviting his tongue inside.

He noticed that you were trying to pull away as you were running out of breath yet his hands were holding onto you so firmly, you were forced to be held in palce. You dug your nails into his shoulder, and he hissed into the kiss, feeling the sharp edges stinging his skin. He let go of you, but held your bottom lip between his teeth as you pulled back your air.

You rested your forehead on his as you panted, “You’re a good kisser.”

You were brushing his ego, effectively so, making him stand up, placing you on his table. His hands travelled underneath your blouse as he unclasped your bra, yanking it off and putting it in his drawers, nonchalantly. “Keep the blouse on, I like the look.” He said as he ran his hands across your chest, your blouse crinkling underneath his touch, you involuntarily arching towards him.

When he let go of you, both of your gazes fell towards you nipples, all perked up, the slight tent obvious on the chiffon blouse.

He clutched your blouse with his hands, yanking them downwards in one strong motion, your breasts spilling out from the modestly unbuttoned top part. Taking hold of them, a grunt escaped his mouth, liking the way they fit in his hands, giving you soft squeezes, enjoying the way you were holding back and clearly struggling to keep yourself composed.

Younghyun lowered his head and started kissing the pair of flesh. You felt his teeth grazing the soft skin and your hands instinctively tangled in his hair. He started sucking on them, making purplish hickeys bloom on your skin, and your body arched towards him, your breaths hitching until you let out a whine. He stopped moving.

His face buried in your chest, he grumbled, “You gotta keep quiet, love. Or else everyone’s gonna know about your extracurricular proposal.”

You stammered, “Y-yes Professor,”

He let go of you and stood back up, unbuttoning the cuffs on his wrist, and folding his sleeves up, “I can’t get my shirt dirty, or else everyone’s gonna notice aren’t they?”

You swallowed at the implications, struggling to steady your breath. Younghyun pushed your skirt up, and clucked his tongue as he yanked your panties down, the flimsy fabric soaked through by your wet core.

Without warning, he touched your folds and you brought your hand to your mouth to suppress your moans.

Using two fingers, he spread your arousal, opening up the lips, gauging your reaction. The cold air of his room hit your warmth every time he spread them open, the contrast making you feeling more and more needy. He pressed his palm to your core and started pulsing his hand, causing you to fall forward into his shoulder, your arm slung around his neck.

He pressed his thumb to your clit and moved in slow circles while inserting two fingers into your throbbing hole. Just like the speed of his thumb on your clit, his fingers were pumping in and out of you slowly, stretching you open deliciously.

He grunted, “Fuck, you’re tight.”

He started moving his fingers faster, as he pushed you down onto his table to see your face. The change of angle caused his fingers to penetrate you deeper, and as your back laid flat on the table, you felt his fingers brush across that one euphoric spot, forcing a sharp moan out of your mouth.

Almost instantaneously he pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined, frustrated at the lost of touch right when you needed it the most. He looked at his glistening fingers, soaked in you and hovered over you, bringing them to your mouth, “I need you to be quiet.”

You held his wrist with your hands and pushed his fingers inside your mouth, sucking, swirling your tongue around the digits, maintaining eye contact, silently apologizing and hoping he would give you another chance.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and spoke, “Touch yourself.”

Your eyes widened a bit, “W-what?”

“Make yourself cum here, on my table. Pleasure yourself. I won’t stop you until you cum but if you don’t keep quiet, it will be your first and last time coming here.”

You froze as you sat up, in a haze and a bit taken aback.

He chuckled, running his thumb over your cheek before taking your hand in his and guiding your fingers to your core, “Surely a girl like you who is daring enough to ask her own professor to fuck her would have had experiences touching herself right?”

Younghyun pushed your thighs open and then sat in his chair, positioning himself exactly as when you first came into the room. “Don’t fake your orgasm though, I would know.”

You bit your lip as you cautiously ran your fingers up and down your folds. When your fingers were covered in your arousal, you gently pushed one finger in, focusing on the feeling, as you clench around your own finger. You let out a sigh, eyebrows knit together in concentration.

You pumped your middle finger in and out a few times, yet failing to make yourself feel as good as he did. You looked at him, trying to coax him to take over, your expression desperate.

He tilted his head and gave you a sarcastic smile, “Rules are rules. Come on, push one more finger in, or even two more, how are you gonna take me if you can’t even take more than one finger?”

His words spurred you on and you teased your entrance with two fingers, adding your ring finger alongside your middle one. You pushed slowly and felt the initial stretch, threatening a moan to spill out.

“Don’t be shy, rub your clit, it will help ease the pain.”

You complied as you used your thumb to gently circle your nub. You took deep breaths as you pumped out two fingers in and out. Not that you needed to be taught how to please yourself, but the way he was guiding you step by step lit a fire inside you. 

After all, he was your Professor.

“Another one now.”

You held three fingers in front of your entrance and tried to push them in but it felt too tight, your brain telling you they wouldn’t fit. Looking at him, you whined, shaking your head slowly.

Younghyun leaned back in his seat, “My terms remain unchanged.”

You continued rubbing your clit as you mustered up the courage, croaking out. “Can you assist me, Professor?”

“What kind of assistance?” He replied, amused.

“Cover my mouth so I don’t make a sound.”

Something flipped inside Younghyun when you asked him that, catching him off guard. His dick was twitching, having been hard for a while now. But he was good at holding himself back, like the saying good things come to those who wait, he decided to not pounce on you straightaway, playing it out to see you become more and more desperate for him. Plus, he was having fun watching your eyes, begging for him, and he knew at the end of it all he would still get to fuck you. 

 He stood up and held his palm to your mouth, while his other hand held your neck to keep you in place.

You took a deep breath and pushed three fingers in, your screams muffled into his hand, you knew this was your last chance so you gathered all your strength and pumped in and out as fast as you can, your thumb busily flicking your clit. Your other hand held your own boob as you squeezed and toyed with your nipple, trying to push yourself over the edge from every nerve you could stimulate. It was borderline painful, your wrist tense and cramping, your hips bucking up to match the rhythm.

Your other senses felt numb but you were pretty sure you heard Younghyun grunting and groaning, the squelching sounds from your fingers getting to him and it helped pushed you over the edge. The sole thought that you were turning him on, making him hard made you came on your own fingers, your juice spilling out onto his table as your cunt fluttered, and you stumbled forward, Younghyun holding you close as you trembled, panting open mouthed into his chest. The intense, desperate orgasm temporarily blinding you.

Pulling your fingers out, you watched the string of liquid connected to it, as you rested comfortably in his embrace, evening out your breaths. Your lids felt heavy as he stroked your hair, muttering, "You’re good. You’re really good.”

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