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harmonysanreads · 1 month

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I'm not sure if requests are still open since it's early in the morning where I'm from and idk how our timezones work, please delete this if it isn't orz. If it isn't too much trouble, a dainsleif fic mayhaps 🙏😔? I miss him so much and he didn't come home this patch, can be a short drabble ^^.

Not sure if it's leaning on your "things in consideration" list, but the prompt can be:

You've been under his radar for years but now that he's tracked you down, an unknown child who mirrors his blue Khaenriahn eyes guards you with his small and very fragile life. Those eyes... They're eerily familiar.

(side note: Dain isn't the type who thinks children automatically have a heart of gold lolol. He's kinda a hater when it comes to children cept for Yaoyao /jjjj, maybe that's some extra spice to add for the reason why reader is so terrified and left as soon as she had the opportunity?)

Reconteur

yandere!dainsleif x reader

cw(s) : yandere, implied female reader (the narrative is not gender specific but the word 'mother' has been used once)

wc : 1.7 k

this was an interesting challenge for me because this is one theme i've not done before, with a character i've also never written for! i'm extremely sorry for the wait as i got distracted by hsr :') and thank you so much for requesting<3

a delightful illustration by the loveliest person <3 (spoiler alert!)

Stories are truly spectacular.

They're capable of preserving bygone memories ; changing, adapting and sometimes, becoming far too distant from reality. Like saplings of the tree which extends its roots throughout Teyvat and, their seeds are welcomed by the flighty wind, soon to be cultivated by the torrents of time. The present will one day become history and that history will be archived for posterity to learn and criticize. One such story inspires much intrigue, dressed in charming rhetoric and is thus cataloged among fairy tales : a bittersweet tale of a Knight and an Angel.

And in classic format it goes — once upon a time, a defiled Knight cried out to the heavens, for he could not win against the temptation of seeing the forbidden pearl. This blatant defiance earned him but a curse of eternal agony and soon, he begged the skies for salvation. The clouds softened and sent him a little Angel, who quelled the fires of his pain bit by bit, until it became an infinitesimal dot in the Knight's soul. Brimming with gratitude, the Knight offered his very being to the Angel's service and of course, they lived happily ever after.

Now suppose, fundamentally speaking, if fairy tales are but stories and the retelling of history follows the same pattern — who are the storytellers?

The victors, of course.

The dull thud of pages colliding shut assuages Dainsleif, for the story which now finds itself beside children's bedside tables serves no other purpose than to instigate dulcet fantasies, losing credence before the trials of history. It brews a litany of feelings in his numbed heart until they intertwine and transform into a yarn of befuddling human emotions ; echoing in his ears that this is what his past has become.

Albeit, this hardly astonishes the Bough Keeper. When a war ends and the winners hoist their flags, they'd obviously be privy to recounting their glories — none of them would ever write that the Knight in the story had never begged the heavens for forgiveness and no such Angel was sent. Instead, he'd seen fit to snatch the Messenger that'd implored him to return to his right mind and one would think that Celestia had taken great offense in this act, but no one batted an eye.

That is because the Messenger, too, was forsaken by their home, a fallen angel with no wings and no divinity left. Whose existence became synonymous to that of a firefly and the Knight, became the darkness that allowed it to glow. When two broken individuals unite, they either complete their flaws or destroy one another and sadly, in his case, it was the latter.

But is it such a sin to wish for a normal life? Dainsleif muses as he passes by giggling groups of unassuming humans, desperate vendors trying to sell their wares and many more individuals who might carve their places in the next epics of Teyvat. Often is it said, you only learn to value things after they leave your grasp and while his memory does erode day by day, he'll forever remember that Angel's — your countenance, how the corners of your lips used to curve before they did no longer, how every word of yours bewitched his decaying mind and built it anew.

He was an ant chasing after the fragrance of sugar, a mindless bug blinded by a speck of light, an apophyte clinging desperately to the bough, a sinner. And sinners do not deserve luxuries called normalcy, love or a home. The aftereffects of the Cataclysm that befell his homeland drove uncountable masses to nihility, some embraced their hatred while others rotted in corners of this world. It is testament to Dainsleif's willpower that he'd not been conquered by insanity yet. Indeed, he's always practiced rationale and patience ; which have also aided him in his prolonged search for you.

He investigated till every rock of this wretched world became his acquaintance and he kept on hanging to the last traces of your existence. But, as every expedition led to a dead end, he was forced to accept a lamentable realization, that he missed you. He missed you so much. He'd vowed to never kneel before those who took everything from him, at this point in his life though, he found himself one breath away from begging that floating island — if only it'd bring you back to his side.

Rain. It'd rained before that catastrophic day and on the eve you trespassed in his life as well. Would you laugh if you saw him in this state? Or, would you coax him up from his knees and shield him from the rain? A hoarse chuckle leaves his lips, how shameless does one need to be to still expect comfort from the being they hurt repeatedly? He'd rather not hear the answer.

“Mister?”

The sky growled at his misery but he could not differentiate it from a mocking sneer. He blinked upon feeling the absence of raindrops falling on his person and raised his head to stare.

It is as though the stars gazed at him back, “Why are you kneeling on the ground on a rainy day, mister?”

Dainsleif stared owlishly, his mind momentarily ceased to comprehend the present. The boy that'd reach his knees at most if Dainsleif had been standing returned his gaze in equal interest. Though the man failed to decipher those familiar eyes, it seemed that the boy had reached a conclusion.

“Oh, you must be in pain! Here, take one of my apples.”

The Bough Keeper jolted at the fruit that was shoved to his hand, in the blur of his confusion he'd not taken note of the bag full of apples clutched by the boy's other hand.

“My mother said that an apple a day would keep the pain away—ah, or was it the doctor? Anyway, please take it and don't look so sad. I should really be returning now…!”

Dainsleif opened his mouth (To protest, to question or to thank? He didn't know.) as the boy dashed away, the pitter-patters of the rain lulled his footsteps and left the man a great deal dumbfounded. He looked at the apple, now glistening with rainwater and recalled the boy's words. On normal occasions, he'd be tempted to immediately evacuate the vicinity after that mildly embarrassing encounter but, the memory of the starry gaze that rendered him speechless implored him to follow the boy's tracks.

At this point, his mind was operating on instinct, tracing the footprints of an unknown child without purpose would be the farthest thing he'd put on his agenda in his current state. The dense forest swallowed his form until it finally gifted him with a clearing, a small source of light peeked past a half open window and enticed him closer.

“...re…were…y…?”

The man only came to his senses after hearing muffled voices, standing before what he assumed was the door to the thatched cottage. For a second, he debated whether to continue this rendezvous but resigning that he'd come too far, he decided to take a peek through the window.

The rain lulled just enough to not be an outright nuisance, succinct yet unforgettable — there you were, separated by but a weak wooden structure and Dainsleif's stupefied mind. You are there. Are you really there? Right before his eyes, emerging out of nowhere after he turned Teyvat upside down just to find some reassurance that you're still alive? Your eyes narrowed in that familiar frown and rubbing a towel through a boy's hair—

Wait, what?

Fine strands of blonde clung to Dainsleif's forehead, a few drops of water dripping down to join the small puddle under his feet. He gaped like a fish at the scene and at the boy who led him to this epiphany, completely forgetting vigilance.

“Did you talk to anyone, son?”

Flowers bloomed in his heart at the sound of that familiar lilt and his breath hitched as he processed the contents you uttered. Son. You called that boy son. In the light of your humble abode, he noticed the boy's golden locks of hair that he'd previously foregone and a conclusion crawled its way to his mind. He has a child. He has a child? Dainsleif knew you have a knack for unpredictability but this level of surprise was not what he was expecting upon your first appearance after all these years. He dwelled on the question of how it was even possible for a while, he recalled the boy's eyes ; those characteristic star-shaped pupils would never lie. Voices reached his ear again and he decided to cast aside these questions for a later time.

“I did, but the man looked so sad all alone in the rain! So, I gave him one of the apples because I didn't know what else to do. I promise I didn't talk too much!”

You paused for a while, a cautious query followed, “What did he look like?”

The boy copied your silence this time, finding great interest in your nails before exclaiming, “Pretty ordinary!”

Dainsleif didn't know why but that gave a sting to his heart, he looked back to you to see the unreadable expression on your face slowly shift to a soft smile. You affectionately ruffled the boy—his boy's hair, the action somehow softened the ache in his soul. Until he remembered that he was ignorant of his own son's name. He was one who preferred to form his opinion of everyone from a neutral point of view and while he's not one to excuse children's behavior just because of their age, seeing his own son speak half-truths at this stage raised many more concerns to be dropped in the pile.

You're not someone who'd preach dishonesty to a child but considering the situation you are currently in and the things this child must've seen, he found himself understanding. The skies rumbled and Dainsleif barely pushed back the urge to kick down the door and take his family to where they belonged. But seeing the smile that he'd yearned for so many years, he hesitated. You'd fought hard to earn this little happiness and acting on his impulses now, however justified they might be, would be dishonoring your efforts. And judging by your reactions, he can already sense that you won't just sit idly by for him to pounce on.

So, he'll be patient for bit longer and when the time is right, it'll seem as though his family returned to his arms out of their own volition.

#requests: batch two #answered #beloved-brynn #yandere dainsleif #yandere dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #something in my heart tells me that dain gives off girl-dad vibes #buuuut since you mentioned it #tbh dain is so real for that opinion like.. have you seen children these days 💀

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hiddenhearthwitch · 2 months

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📚 Small Intro To Polytheism📚

One of the most frequent asks I receive is how and where to get started when it comes to polytheism. This is a fairly broad subject and I’ll try to be as general as I can for advice but I will include specific references for Norse polytheists as that’s my shit. This information can be used to help you find a pantheon or to help you pick deities to work with it. If you’d like to use it to pick a patron deity that’s super, if you want to worship 20 gods and not have a patron deity that’s cool too. You do you dude. Please keep in mind this is all reflective of my research and personal practice. 🌻

Picking A Pantheon/Deity

This really boils down to personal preference. You’ll read a lot of posts and books that tell you many different ways and it’s entirely up to you because it is your practice. That being said, there’s a couple of different ways to go about it.

Research! This is one of my favorite ways to delve in. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with reading the stories of multiple pantheons and picking on that calls to you. You can also talk to other devotees and see what they have to say about deities and their religions. It is important to keep in mind that some religions are closed so please do proper research!

For example, I wasn’t originally a Norse pagan. I read some stories and thought the Hellenic pantheon would best suit me. I reached out to Eros for a while but after feeling no real connection to the pantheon I continued my research! After reading up on the Norse pantheon I decided to reach out to them out. Obviously, I fucking loved it because here I am. Point being, you can pick a pantheon based on research and not some divine message or whatever. You are also more than welcome to try out a religion, decide it doesn’t suit you, and move on.

Divination! You can use runes, a pendulum, tarot, etc.This can go a few different ways. You can write pantheon/deity names on separate pieces of paper, mix them up, and place them face down then ask the pendulum to pick. You can assign a deity/pantheon to each suit of cards or major arcana card or even do the same thing with runes.

For example, this is how I found a devotion to Frigg and Hel. I asked if there were any deities who were interested in working with me and pulled the runes Hagalaz and Berkana which read as Hel and Frigg to me. I followed up with tarot cards and pulled Death(Hel) plus the Queen of Pentacles(Frigg).

Asking/waiting for a sign. This isn’t something I’ve personally done so I don’t have much to say on the subject. You can go about meditating, praying, doing a ritual, or whatever and essentially wait for a sign after. It can come via a dream, something you experience, symbols you see in your daily life, it’s pretty much up to your intuition to decipher it. If anyone has information they’d like me to add in here please let me know!

If there’s a god you’re curious about and don’t want to do any of the above it’s totally cool to just reach out and ask if they want to work with you.

Idk How To Research

Same, tbh my keyword search game is weak. Anyways, good portion of us are looking up dead religions with little reliable resources. To give those curious about the Norse an easy head start here’s a compiled list of books by yours truly(click me!!) . It’s important to take everything with a grain a salt of salt when doing research. In my experience a lot of the retold Norse sagas have been Christianized or written under heavy Wiccan influences. It’s a good idea to do research on the author before reading one of their books.

Other blogs! There are tons of great witches and pagans on tumblr that have information waiting for you. 💗 You can search their blog/tags for good references for books, websites, podcasts, etc. Plus lots of blogs are open to answer asks. If you don’t know where to start for searching it’s best to try things based around your interest like: “norse polytheist”, “hellenic witch”, “gaelic polytheism”, etc.

Media! How lucky are we that we live in the age of technology? Knowledge is right at our fingertips! There are countless documentaries, podcasts, and audiobooks on youtube full of information for different cultures and religions. I’d personally recommend almost anything by BBC, Myths & Legends, and World Mythology!

Books! I love starting on goodreads to find good books and trust worthy authors. They’ve had almost every book I looked up with bunches of different reviews so you can get varying perspectives. Check out your local library as well! A lot of city libraries have online databases now of all of their books so you can “check it out” online and read the PDF(personal fave).

Feeling Lost Still?

That’s completely reasonable and your feelings are more than valid. It can be overwhelming and lot of information to soak up. Just do your best and take it at your own pace, there’s no rush to find a deity or pantheon. 💞 Below are a few other general concerns I hear a lot that I was hoping to address.

“I’m leaving a monotheistic(Christian, Catholic, Jewish, etc) religion and it’s giving me anxiety.” This is entirely common and almost expected in my opinion. I was raised Roman Catholic and my first year to two looking into polytheism riddled me with anxiety. I was constantly concerned that god would smite me down or I’d face an eternity in hell for worshiping false gods. While I can’t speak for everyone that fear was entirely erased for me when I found my gods. I’ve never felt so safe and strong and hopefully with time you can find the same in your gods!

It’s okay to want to learn more or to seek something more. I can’t tell you how to handle your anxiety but please know you’re not alone in that fear. There’s whole communities out there willing to support you and help you find your safe space(including me)!

“What’s UPG?” You’ll see a lot of posts, mine included, that mention UPG - UPG is Unverified Personal Gnosis. This is essentially someone’s personal thoughts and beliefs about a deity. For example, I associate Sif with hazelnuts. There’s nothing in the lore or any book that says that she likes hazelnuts; that’s just a personal opinion(aka a UPG).

“How do I reach out to the gods?” I have a lot of information on my blog about this topic although a lot of it is Norse specific. You can check out my beginner polytheist tag here and my beginner norse post/ask here.

Altar! This is my go to typically. Altars aren’t limited to the cookie cutter image that comes to mind(no hate though I have a few); one thing you can make a side blog dedicated to your pantheon/deity, make a small one in a tin can, or even make one in a video game like Minecraft or some shit. You can be as creative or as to the book as you want. It’s up to you.

Prayer! You can totally just sit down and be like, “Hey man wanna work on some shit together?”. While I’m not 100% that all gods would be down with you being that casual it’s still something you can try.😂 You can reach out to them by sitting down in a quiet space and meditating into prayer, praying in the car or in the shower, or just pray at the altar you set up if you did. Again, I can not reiterate this enough, it’s your practice, reach out to them as you please.

Do something personal! This is more like devotional work in my opinion. Let’s say you knit and you want to reach out to a creative or domestic deity, you can knit something as a devotional act to them and as a way to reach out. For example I pick up litter in honor of the Vanir and Jörð, or I play Skyrim for Thor and Týr.

Most importantly just be honest and up front with the god that you’re reaching out too. Considering that statement be honest with yourself as well. There’s no point going into a relationship with a god if you can’t be upfront, it’ll end up in nothing but grief.

“Can deities reach out through gods/signs?” They totally can. However, it is up to you and your intuition if a deity has and it’s not likely another witch will decipher that for you. Sounds, experiences, images, all have different meanings to each of us - they may show you something that’s very personal to you but would be mundane to someone else. Trust your instincts. However, please remember that not everything is magical, sometimes a raven is just a raven and not Odin.

✨Take everything you learn with a grain of salt. Including this post.✨

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mysterycitrus · 5 months

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Jason is my blorbo, my favorite, wretched, little guy and I love him so much. And I love all your posts about him! SO tired of people watering down his character, especially at the expense of other characters. Namely Dick and Tim. I know you're probably tired of talking about J so no hard feelings if you ignore this but I'd love to hear your thoughts and Dick and Jason's relationship. Past, present and where you'd like to see it go in the future. If anywhere. (Also your art is so, so good!! I especially love how you do faces and your coloring)

i actually really enjoy unpacking their relationship. it makes me think about that quote from diary of a wimpy kid - "you're my brother, but you'll never be my friend." idk how they should be written in the future because i think jason needs to be removed from gotham until he grows his personality back, but here's my thoughts on their brains -

from jason's end, there's so much resentment. a large part of his post-resurrection motivations come from the idea that bruce has dishonoured his memory and failed to grieve him, because bruce won't let him or anyone else kill the joker and therefore bruce doesn't love him. bruce rejects his manifesto for fixing gotham, bruce rejects his violence, bruce rejects his politics. would bruce have rejected dick if dick had done this? in jason's mind - no. dick grayson has shackled himself to bruce and is drowning with him. jason does not see that he has also chained himself to bruce and thrown away the key.

it's also worth mentioning that in outsiders 2003 and batman and robin 2009 (when written by winick), jason still fundamentally respects dick's abilities and experience. he think he's weak because he tries to suppress his anger, but i don't think jason would carry that same heavy, debilitating misery from seeing tim or cass or damian - people he was denied knowing by dying, and thus "replaced" by. jason, in some capacity, values dick as an ally. he trusts that dick, for all his flaws, is not a vengeful person (and i'll get to that).

there's a degree of what if there too - both dick and jason lived through a very specific period of bruce's life, which is the period before jason was killed. no one else (aside from babs and alfred) knows what that was like. no one else understands bruce, in that way. they have seen him before that grief in a way no one else who followed can. they're both poor kids brought into wealth. dick transcended into a legacy, and was then discarded. jason was, unconsciously, a tangible replacement for dick (and for robin), but died before bruce had the chance to leave him behind.

by comparison, we see dick reach out to jason, consistently. i'd say that unlike bruce, dick is a pragmatist. he frequently works with murderers. he ran the outsiders. he has, and will continue to, make calls that will questionably result in someone's death. to be clear, that is not the same thing as being a murderer - i think the guilt of that comes very close to killing him - but while he's an inherently optimistic person, i'd say he has realistic expectations for people's behaviour. it's what makes him so efficient as a tactician.

they're also very similar - they respond differently to anger, but they are both explosive. dick doesn't seek retribution on his own behalf, but he will lose control for the people he loves (which includes jason!). going to bat (haha) for jason, and jason then hurting the people he protects (tim, damian, the titans, etc), that's a line jason's crossed. dick won't ever stop swinging out to grab him, because he'll never let anyone fall, but that does not mean he'll be kind when they reach the ground

#when i finish my jason + dick brothers fic ohohohoho.... then people will see my vision #dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #red hood #batfam #dc comics #the ask and the answer

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campgender · 2 months

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i was scrolling your “life is in your home too” tag, which I love btw, and saw a post about how you learned to be a good dom from experienced expert doms by reading how they dom and some of their best scenes, do you think you could point me in the direction of some resources for me to study that too? thanks in advance, if not, thanks anyway!

(post referenced is here - link 1)

first of all tysm for this ask (+ your incredibly kind follow-up), it was a delight to receive + i’ve been wanting an excuse to talk about a lot of this for a while so i very much appreciate the interest!

as always please keep in mind that i am Just Some Fem, nothing is universal including when it comes to D/s & i can only speak to what works for me. i try to focus on starting points rather than specifics but ultimately my advice will always be limited by what i needed to hear & wasn’t told, which may not be what’s helpful for a different person. with that being said, here’s some suggestions!

i’ve posted a previous reading list (link 2) with relevant recs; particularly the practicality + sex writing sections have the kind of thing you’re looking for. specifically, The New Topping Book (2003) is a solid starting point; i definitely have my issues with it (haven’t read it recently enough to recall many specifics but i have the sense of general pervasive racism & ableism) but it did a good job at making me think & i appreciate the supportive tone they were going for

another book added to my tbr since then is Coming to Power (link 3), released by SAMOIS in 1983

other authors whose sex writing has been influential in my life: Sandra Cisneros, Natalie Diaz, Joan Nestle, Judy Grahn

the fic At The End of His Rope by Letterblade (link 4) is genuinely some of my favorite sex writing of all time & accomplishes the incredibly impressive feat of representing a broad array of dom styles & changes over time in the same piece

my “impurity culture” tag (link 5) houses the building blocks of my sexual ethic

i’ve found many of those foundations by poking around the incredible bodies of work original & archived @newsmutproject @woman-loving @gatheringbones

for me, studying sex is the same as studying poetry – reading for craft is a different process than for pleasure (not that there isn’t a great deal of pleasure to be found in such practice, especially for sadists – perhaps that’s why as a child i never resonated with Billy Collins’ “Introduction to Poetry,” like i love tying poems to chairs & beating them idk what to tell you). so, keeping in mind that these are suggestions not requirements, here’s how i read for + work on craft:

there is no such thing as too much journaling. this can take whatever form you prefer – voice memo, discord message to yourself, the noble notes app, your own personal sexy red string corkboard, a vast & stunning array of other approaches i can’t even begin to imagine. i personally have an elaborate web of spreadsheets & google docs lmao. what matters is developing a collection of ideas you want to play with + a practice of continually reflecting on past experiences.

pay attention to structure, not just content. find a scene you think is disjointed and pick at the seams, brainstorm better transitions. then find a scene that flows so smoothly it carries you with it and figure out what makes it work.

rewrite a scene you’re drawn to or affected by to suit your own preferences. i first did this when i couldn’t shake “Interlude 3” (link 6) from my head after reading The New Topping Book; you can read my variation on the theme here (link 7) if you’re interested.

write or think through a scene fantasy you have from negotiation to aftercare. obviously it’s very difficult if not impossible to fully script a scene in advance; the purpose isn’t planning something you’ll later do but rather getting used to coming up with ideas to get from one disparate moment / act to the next.

revisit a scene you’ve read, written, thought about, etc and list the physical & mental acts that are required / expected of the sub (eg, kneeling for 10 minutes; making eye contact; counting to 30, etc). then rework the scene for a sub who has the same interests & goals who cannot do 20% (or 50%, or any) of these acts.

revisit a previous scene and list the places where you think a sub might safeword & why. then rework it with the sub safewording somewhere that isn’t any of these places.

i also recommend keeping in mind that like… for me, reading about ethical sex can often be a very distressing process for the same reason that it’s liberating: because it proves that things i’ve experienced are not the way sex has to be. i’ll tell this story in its fullness one day but the first time i read S/HE by Minnie Bruce Pratt i literally had a flashback to events i’d repressed for years, it was devastating, i’m so grateful for it. hell, in the process of compiling resources for this post i cried twice editing this quote (link 8) because between reading that book the first time & now someone did “respond with scorn or ridicule” when i safeworded. so i would really encourage folks to approach this kind of work with as much grace & comfort for yourself as you can muster or borrow – if it’s really fucking hard, you’re not alone in that, & it’s okay to take your time + pace yourself + seek support.

your + others’ interest is definitely motivating me to actually write posts i’ve been tossing around for months so thank you again & feel free to keep an eye out for more shut-in sex tips in my new “tomorrow sexting will be good again” tag. would love to hear your thoughts on any of this post / these or other books / whatever really lol. wishing you all the best & i hope today is kind to you! 💓

#asks #D/s #reading lists #mac.txt #tomorrow sexting will be good again

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orionsangel86 · 1 year

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I'm sorry but why do you ship them so hard? They just have 1 episode together.. I watched the sandman expecting destiel and it was literally almost nothing there. 1 episode. Idk how you guys got so much ship content out of that.

Ah nonny, I'm sorry but if you go into anything expecting Destiel you are gonna be dissappointed. Destiel is a behemouth of 12 years worth of gradually escalating gay subtext, queer coding, and romantic tropes. Destiel is the ship that people go into expecting that Tumblr exaggerated only to be blown away by how ridiculously gay it is even when it tries so hard not to be.

But remember, once upon a time people shipped Destiel after only a few moments of interaction. The first Destiel fic was written 30 minutes after Lazarus Rising aired...everything has its time.

When I joked that Dreamling was the "Destiel of Sandman fandom" I meant in terms of popularity compared to everything else about the show. The ships share some similar traits when compared on a grand scale - think ancient cosmic entity that has very strict rules slowly changes and starts to become more "human" thanks to their friendship with one dude who just so happens to be a hedonistic stubborn ass who refuses to die - but are otherwise very different.

But if you are wondering why people ship Dream and Hob so hard, well, this post goes some ways to explaining it.

But basically, look this may only be a half hour of television, but it doesn't equate in universe to half an hour of interaction. This half hour of television spans the course of 6 centuries for these two characters. There is a totally untapped potential hidden in the gaps between centuries to explore, and on top of that, the final meeting is left completely up to the imagination of the audience. Its a sandbox ship. Its a dozen fanfiction gaps laid on top of each other. It's at least 20 different prompts for fans to sink their teeth into. Its the potential. It's the what if.

Then on top of that, if you follow the comics, you know that the future Dream x Hob meetings also have a hell of a lot of potential to turn romantic. Dream going out of his way to hunt down a specific bottle of wine that doesn't exist on Earth anymore to gift it to Hob in his dreams, the very fact that he visits Hob in his dreams (hello common Destiel trope right there). They don't meet too many more times in the comics, but each time the tension is palpable. The meeting in the Kindly Ones is heartbreaking, because you can tell desperately how much they need each other at that moment, but they are both too distracted or consumed by grief and depression to truly reach out to one another. The comics never reveal why Dream sought Hob out at that point, but given everything happening to him at the time, its not hard to assume that Dream was seeking comfort from his friend - the only person he could really turn to for comfort at that point.

Then we have Hob's dream. One of the final stories in The Sandman original comic run. After everything else has happened, after the climax and all that takes place, after the smoke has cleared and you think everyone else has moved on and you are certain the ending is set in stone, you get to Hob's dream, and your mind is once again blown, and suddenly you have a thousand more questions. So many fans hopes and dreams rely on Hob's dream right now I can't even begin to express how important that particular comic issue is to me.

It's all about the potential. There is so much potential.

Plus the 30 minute scene we got was loaded full of subtext, romantic tropes, and queer coding. I dunno if you picked up on it, but I have an extremely long meta essay still in the works that goes through everything that 30 minute sequence gives us in terms of shipping fodder (I really need to finish that). Its not just the romantic tropes, the break up and make up, its the acting choices, the eye fucking, the freaking song choices in 1989 holy fuck could they be more on the nose.

Also, consider this thought experiment: Crowley and Aziraphale in Good Omens are a hugely popular ship, where their creator Neil Gaiman has confirmed that theirs is a love story. Whatever else you may believe about Crowley and Aziraphale, their story is a love story. Creator confirmed love story.

Now, Crowley and Aziraphale are the leads of Good Omens and interact throughout the entire 6 episode show. But consider the first half of episode 3. Imagine a version of Good Omens where Crowley and Aziraphale don't really interact outside of that 30 minute opening sequence. That the story was much more focused on the Them, the Horsemen, and the other characters. Imagine then seeing that 30 minute sequence which shows Crowley and Aziraphale slowly warming to each other and becoming friends over the centuries, shows them getting to know each other, do each other favours, come to each others defence, get into fights and break up with each other, only to make up later...

Would you still ship them? Even if that 30 minute sequence was all you got? I guarantee if I asked any Ineffable Husbands fan that question they would say yes. Because THAT 30 minute sequence is what solidifies the importance of their relationship and its what MAKES IT a love story.

Guess where Neil Gaiman got the idea for that 30 minute sequence in Good Omens from? Ah Neil, plagiarising his own work all these years later!

If Neil Gaiman thought that Men of Good Fortune would work well for a canonical love story in Good Omens, I wonder what he was thinking when he then adapted Men of Good Fortune for television?

THE POTENTIAL.

I ship Dreamling that hard because it has more potential than any other ship I have come across. It has 6 centuries and all the future of the Sandman show for me to explore, to tweak, to play with. Besides they just suit each other ya know? Like Dream is notoriously bad at relationships, but Hob is literally perfect for him. The more my mind dwells on how perfect Hob is for Dream the more I want to scream about it. Give the sad wet cat man a boyfriend who is literally his opposite in every way. Dream is a character looking for a reason to keep living, and Hob is a character who refuses to die. Dream is a pessimist, Hob is an optimist. Dream is afraid of change, Hob literally changes constantly with the times. Dream is desperate for love and someone to stay by his side, Hob just wants to love someone he doesn't have to eventually leave.

Let them meet in the middle.

#dreamling #destiel #the sandman #there is a destiel quote in there somewhere #they met in the middle #lol #sandman comic spoilers #dream of the endless #hob gadling #sandman meta #dreamling meta #asks

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katy-l-wood · 10 months

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Delete your Threads account. You know what Meta as a company has done, you know the kind of person Mark Zuckerberg is. You've lived through Gamergate, the elections, covid, the fucking lot of it, and yet you're still willingly making an account on Threads. How can you possibly justify that?

Second ask: Scratch that, I hadn't read your most recent posts. Sorry for being so rude.

Third ask: "Still going to keep an eye on it" For what exactly? For it not to be as bad as it is? For it to get even worse before you decide it is wrong? You know who Mark Zuckerberg is. You know what Facebook is. Be up front: you don't actually care or stand for anything, you're only afraid of losing business. Have some dignity.

So you decided to be rude as fuck, "apologize," and then come back and be more rude?

I was incredibly clear in that post of why I am going to keep an eye on Threads, despite the concerns: Twitter was a valuable source of live news, especially during natural disasters, and Threads is the first potentially viable replacement for that. IDK if you actually follow me, but if you do you'll know I do a lot of work around natural disaster communication. Twitter was invaluable as a communication source during natural disasters. Full stop. It is not up for debate. But hey, if you want a source with more authority than a random tumblr blog, here, have a nice shiny research paper:

Mind you, that was written in 2010 and the importance of Twitter as a communications tool during natural disasters has only increased since then. There is no other tool out there, no other website--news or otherwise, that can provide such granular, specific updates when shit hits the fan as Twitter did. The only better, quicker source of information I have found during natural disasters is listening to actual radio chatter from the departments involved in whatever problem, and that can be very tricky to do if you don't know where to look or have the right equipment. There is no other site where I can go specifically follow so many of my local fire departments, my local emergency services, my local National Weather System stations, and get live pushed updates from them every single time they post.

When Twitter DDOSed itself last week and put a limit on the amount of tweets people could view and forced people to be logged in to view anything at all, the effect was immediate and BAD. People suddenly couldn't view things like missing person alerts, or weather alerts. I had people messaging me because they were trying to check the National Weather System autoalerts for their area on Twitter due to being caught in a sudden storm, but they couldn't get on to check.

Love it or hate it, Twitter had an immense amount of value and it got that value--at least in the case of natural disaster communication--because the stubborn ass government decided it was big enough to be trusted with official lines of information. Very, very few other social media sites have ever had that trust from the government. Look at how they banned TikTok on all government devices. But they DO trust Facebook, and Instagram, and Meta. Which means their chances of trusting Threads and migrating over there when Twitter finally takes its last breath are ASTRONOMICALLY higher than expecting them to go anywhere else.

We can debate the privacy and moral issues of the Metaverse and those involved until the cows come home, but it does not change the fact that if my mountain is on fire I'm gonna get information about where that fire is from wherever the fuck I can. I'm not going to wait around for it to maybe show up in a "live" updates news article from CNN from some reporter half a continent away in New York who doesn't know anything about where I live and gets the roads wrong because they just don't know. I'm going to go to the website full of my neighbors and local firefighters and see what's happening right that second.

Do we need to fix the privacy and moral issues? Yes. But we can't throw the baby out with the bathwater either. Not using Threads or any other Meta product isn't the answer here. Using them with extreme caution and only for very specific needs, for the time being, is. Long term, we need to be focusing on privacy based legislation that would finally put these companies in their place. But until then, again, I'm going to keep following my local fire departments wherever they go.

P.S.: If you're going to keep the shitty attitude, fuck right off and unfollow+block. You're not wanted here.

#Threads #I was honestly going to make this post anyway due to how some people are tagging the original post #So here #I could honestly debate this all day #lol #But I have shit to do today and right now that is breakfast #Natural Disaster Communication #Twitter #Death of Twitter

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Hate hate HATE what the anime did to the way Sayu's kidnapping was handled (specifically by Light). The anime just wants to show how utterly devoid of love anime!Light (coz no manga!Light would never seriously consider killing Sayu oh my god) is even towards his family at the face of his Kira goals.

Contrary to the manga (which i prefer who would've guessed) in which Light is shown very genuinely caring for his family! And you know just who wanted to save Sayu more? Or who was more active in saving her between Light & Soichiro?

It was Light (at least manga!Light coz idk what the hell was going on in anime!Light's mind during that episode). Yeah, I know. It might be surprising to those who haven't read the manga but this protective brother of Sayu's? Cares for her deeply.

And the anime just had to fuck that up, hadn't it? 🤦🏻‍♀️

I hate episode 28 (titled 'Impatience') of the anime with a burning passion. So much so that I'll compare it with how the plot ACTUALLY transpires in the Manga.

This post is...long: I've tried my hardest to not go overboard with my negative(?) rant against the anime but it was an impossible task imo /o\

If any of the points mentioned in this post are good, they are due to tumblr user casuistor's post which I read on a regular basis. (Go check it out!! It's much much better than anything I could've written in my whole life. Yes, I'm a fan :)

If there are any mistakes, it would be entirely correct to attribute them to me.

I admit I hadn't paid much attention to the manga the first time I had read it but holy shit even then I had picked up on how close the Yagami siblings were!

I couldn't make much sense of the plot of the 2nd arc (I wasn't completely over L's death so forgive me for being in a daze) and yet I was absolutely sure of the fact that Light had done everything in his power to save Sayu. Even if you were not following the plot closely, you'd still understand that fact (which the anime did much worse than deliberately ignoring it). Why?

Because Ryuk kindly summarizes the plot/points this out:

Honestly, I don't even need to go on at this point now, do I? Ryuk, who never fails to call out Light (for example, saying that Light will be the only bad guy left if he kills every 'bad' guy out there in chapter 1), has just confirmed what thoughtful manga readers already knew: Light has a soft spot for his sister.

I'm still petty at the anime so I won't stop at this point. I'll first explain how it goes in the manga, then how the anime butchered it. Let's gooo!

To understand the circumstances surrounding Sayu's kidnapping, we need to note that the NPA director Takimura is kidnapped by Mello first for the exchange of the notebook. Soichiro notifies every bureau of the NPA. And Light, of course, doesn't hesitate for a minute to kill Takimura (obviously, the priority of Death Note >>> the life of Takimura, to Light).

This is supposed to happen behind the scenes in the manga compared to the anime which makes Light killing Takimura much more obvious:

-episode 27: Abduction

Anyways, it's part of Light's plan to let the kidnappers take the fall for Takimura's death (so that Kira won't be blamed for his murder. And since only the kidnappers and the NPA know about the kidnapping: it won't be assumed that Kira has any link to the NPA).

Light seriously doubts that the kidnappers would just drop the issue due to Takimura's death and he's right. Sayu is kidnapped.

Mello is taking full responsibility for Takimura's death just like Light intended him to. However, this time, rather than any person whom Light could've easily disposed of (like Takimura) to avoid letting the notebook fall into the kidnappers' hands, Sayu- the sister for whom Light cares deeply- is kidnapped instead.

Not only that, Mello expects Soichiro to keep this a secret from the rest of the NPA personnel otherwise as he threatens, he'll kill Sayu. Now, we know that during Takimura's kidnapping, rest of the NPA were notified of the fact (Yes, the circumstances are quite different- there wasn't a threat to Takimura's life for letting the others know of his kidnapping), Ide points this out:

Ide is apparently okay with Sayu's death and appeals to (read: pressures) 'duty/justice above my family' side of Soichiro Yagami to send word to every NPA department even if that means Sayu will be killed. And you know what? Soichiro actually agrees to do so!

I would like you to see Light's reaction here, these panels come directly after the above one:

Light wastes no time to completely change his plan to have everyone assume that it was the kidnappers who killed Takimura to -> Kira did it. This was Light's previous plan before Sayu got involved:

"It's part of Light's plan to let the kidnappers take the fall for Takimura's death (so that Kira won't be blamed for his murder. And since only the kidnappers and the NPA know about the kidnapping: it won't be assumed that Kira has any link to the NPA)."

This changing of plans that Light does immediately is actively detrimental to Light's Kira's cause (in other words, disadvantageous to Kira's goals). Look at Light digging a hole for himself just to save his sister:

Light argues to not notify the other NPA departments otherwise Kira would know about the kidnapping and kill Sayu (and they wouldn't get a chance to investigate the kidnappers if Kira kills Sayu before they can negotiate with them). So their best bet is to keep quiet about it so that Kira doesn't know; meanwhile they can, as Ide says, try and catch the culprit while negotiating the exchange.

Back to how this is in no way an advantage to Light (as Kira):

Telling the task force that Kira was behind Takimura's murder whose kidnapping was known only to the NPA personnel suggests that Kira has a link to NPA info and may lead to doubt against those in NPA being Kira (the NPA that Light is now the part of) so obviously not a win for Kira/Light.

Light is in now a very bad position if he needs to kill Sayu in the future to avoid the Note falling to the kidnappers' hands. Because now he can't blame Kira for her death, can he? He is the one who stopped them from sending word to rest of the NPA so Kira has (according to Light) theoretically no way of knowing about the exchange with Sayu situation (unless if Kira were in the task force itself thus narrowing down the list of Kira suspects); ergo Kira won't kill her.

So why the hell is Light okay with these disadvantages instead of his previous, practically/pragmatically (for Kira's cause) better plan? Better yet, why not did he kill Sayu himself without a moment of hesitation like he did with Takimura when he had the chance to do so before suggesting that it was Kira who killed Takimura, the kidnappers could've been framed for Sayu's death? Or just allow notifying the NPA personnel so that they made a move and let the kidnappers do the dirty work?

Because, as Ryuk says, Light has a soft spot for his sister:

Note that: Light doesn't even try to deny it in his thoughts ("...that's not all" anyone?). We're talking about the guy who rationalizes his way out of his feelings, who views emotions as the reason 'why most idiots screw up' and he does NOT DENY THAT HE CARES FOR HIS SISTER.

Also worthy of note is how quickly he decides to tell the task force that Kira killed Takimura. Usually, we get a long wall of text of Light planning his every move. Not in this case. I believe it's because this decision was fueled by emotion rather than reason- the emotion being brotherly love ofc.

["A totally emotional decision is typically very fast. This is because it takes time (at least 0.1 seconds) for the rational cortex to get going. This is the reactive (and largely subconscious) decision-making that you encounter in heated arguments or when faced with immediate danger.

Common emotional decisions may use some logic, but the main driving force is emotion, which either overrides logic or uses a pseudo-logic to support emotional choices (this is extremely common)." (as a bonus have this research by Damasio)]

Once, Light has time to think, he goes 'well even if in the worst case scenario (the kidnappers get the note) I have Misa's eyes so I'm still at an advantage eh...?'

He is, instead of contemplating a way to kill Sayu so that the note is safe, thinking (however briefly) of how it won't be muuuuuuuch of a problem if Mello does gets his hands on the note. Idk about you guys but man that rlly gives us an idea of Light's priorities (Sayu>>>>>>Death Note).

Here's instance #2 demonstrating Light's priorities (when Soichiro asks Light to just save Sayu as the former doesn't care if he loses his life. And Light responds by saying don't be a fool etc etc):

#Sayu matters more than the Death Note

Now we come to the scene which the anime seems to have taken to heart to entirely without the context. When Soichiro goes underground for the exchange, we have Near taunting Light (as L number 2)

This is not Light seriously deciding to kill Sayu (remember when he had the time to think over his decision, killing Sayu was not even an option but handing over the note to Mello was, in the worst case (even if he has Misa's eyes, it doesn't mean the idea is any less ridiculous)).

This is him, so stressed that he's coming up with so rubbish ideas that even he goes 'wtf am i thinking??' Because at this point, killing Sayu would be announcing that Kira is among the task force as only they know of Sayu's kidnapping + her name & face, which is again bad for Kira's cause. And the one responsible for this predicament is Light himself as he was the one who told the task force not to alert the NPA personnel.

If Light really had been meaning to kill Sayu, he had plenty of time & opportunity to do so (without the suspicion falling on him) before suggesting that Kira killed Takimura. Light essentially ran in the opposite direction when he was faced with the perfect chance of killing Sayu (just let the others notify the departments of NPA -> kill Sayu -> Blame Kira for it, foolproof. but he did Not take this route as he Loves his sister) and now when it is absolutely NOT AN OPTION (for obvious reasons) he's thinking it since he's stressed to the point of irrationality.

Yes, he's seen thinking this:

...aaaand he can't bring himself to finish the thought because he knows that he did the opposite since he loves Sayu & Soichiro dearly and couldn't bring himself to kill them.

Also look how concerned Light is over the well-being of Sayu & Soichiro that he calls his dad to ask if they're okay:

I hope at this point you believe me when I say that manga!Light never seriously considers killing Sayu. He loves his sister too much for that.

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Now we move on to how the anime (fucked it all up) adapted this. I'm not particularly happy with it (understatement of the year) so I'm gonna rant about how inferior it is compared to the manga. Let's gooo!

The plot goes pretty similarly: Takimura is kidnapped ->Light kills him -> Sayu is kidnapped -> Mello demands them not to notify the NPA personnel lest they kill Sayu.

But the change in episode 27 is that they remove the discussion (mainly Ide pressuring Soichiro) around whether to notify the NPA personnel. Soichiro deciding to send word to all departments of NPA is cut so we don't get to see Light swooping in to protect Sayu.

Still, anime!Light does reveal that it was Kira who killed Takimura. And advises the task force to keep Sayu's kidnapping a secret. However, anime!Ryuk doesn't call anime!Light out on him having a soft spot for his sister (coz as far as the anime is concerned, they really REALLY wanna sell the idea that Light doesn't care for Sayu).

It's a lot harder, therefore, to make sense of anime!Light's motivations in changing his plan from having the kidnappers framed for Takimura's murder to admitting that Kira did it. It appears that it happens just because ???

Like there is no reason in manga!Light doing this apart from saving his sister but anime!Light cannot have any redeeming qualities like loving his family, he needs to be a 100% evil villain!! ...So we have zero explanation for anime!Light's actions.

The exchange between Light & Soichiro re: the whole 'I don't care if I die but please save Sayu' + 'You can't die in front of Sayu no matter what...You must make the right decisions so that both you and Sayu live.' occurs without change. But due to the succeeding added anime-only scenes (which I'll talk about later), this conversation sounds fake from Light's side while it is completely genuine in the manga.

Then the infamous scene (which I hate to death) of anime!Light SERIOUSLY considering to kill Sayu comes:

And Misa overhears him saying that in the bathroom coz why not?? make it worse??? :) :) :)

And anime!Light comes as close as to killing Sayu that he even has his watch opened with the piece of the notebook

...wow such an awful brother being a piece of shit >:(

Wait! Can brotherly affection save the day? Has anime!Light finally realized the error of his ways?

Nope. Anime!Light chooses not to kill Sayu not because he loves her but because it would be self-incriminating to do so. Yeah...what. an. asshole.

Light calling his dad to check up on how him & Sayu are doing is cut from the anime. Instead, take a look at how displeased anime!Light is after Sayu is rescued by sacrificing the notebook.

Damn.

...yeah, this is Not the face of someone who's happy with the way things happened (namely losing the Death Note to Mello in exchange for Sayu's life). It's clear where anime!Light's priorities actually lie (Death Note>>>>Family) He's so angry that he takes out his anger on Misa by slapping the drink she offers, out of her hands:

Oh and these scenes are nowhere in the manga, they're just in the anime to emphasize just how big of a jerk brother anime!Light is.

In conclusion! Manga!Light (who's the only Light that matters really imo) loves his sister, would never seriously consider killing her in contrast to anime!Light who is very ready to say 'Sayonara Sayu Yagami' via murder and would've done so if it wasn't self-incriminating.

As you can see manga!Light is far superior to anime!Light. If you've stuck around to read this post to the end (a) I love you & (b) I hope you have a fantabulous day!! <333

#death note #light yagami #sayu yagami #soichiro yagami #mello mihael keehl #near nate river #ryuk #manga vs anime #mangacaps #screencaps #p #manga!Light #anime!Light #long post #meta #dn meta #dn anime #Light & Sayu #my meta

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 21 days

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don't you forget about me

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

๑ Summary : will you be true to your word that you won't forget about Eddie when both of you stood on your ground with your hopes and dreams succeeded?

๑ Word Count : idk if y'all like longer fics, but I'm just eyeballing it on the right amount, I'm so excited for this one hehe

๑ Warnings : 18+ Songwriter!Eddie Munson x Popstar!FEM!reader, cursing, use of y/n, highschool classmates, set in modern era (but with 80's aesthetics) Eddie is (21), reader is (20), Eddie is also very shy doesn't know how to express he feels but he cares, reader is jittery and rambles when she's nervous! VERY CUTE! I promise :))

๑ What to Expect : friends to lovers, unrequited feelings, FLUFF! this can be slightly awkward but I am a woman of my word it would be absolutely adorable!

๑ Note To Reader : I just had this idea that Eddie and reader while reunite after so many years later and they both can't handle that their friendship has never changed! it's still pretty rock solid! 😭🫶🏻✨

๑ Author Note : I worship John Hughes films, so, you know the drill! 😉 and um- sorry if I'm bringing myself some of my fics in this but the beginning happened to me in real life, so, yes, I miss that specific person (yeah the same guy that had a crush on for 10 fucking years 😃👍🏻) I haven't seen him since 2018 👀

"Stop- what are you doing?!" you said to him while having a breathy laugh

He smirks as he looks at you within his eyelashes as he tries to hold you still while writing something down on the back of your hand

"Eddie, this is ridiculous" you say to him as you shook your head sideways but a fond smile is sitting on your lips as you glanced at your back a bunch of students are hollering in excitement for the school year end because knowing damn well that whatever he is written down on your hand it will not stay, it would be easily removed once you took a bath when you get home

But, you don't mind it anyways, you smile at him as you watch him curiously as you can see his lips muttering different words under his breath as he writes

"You're the one who is being ridiculous" he says to you not looking at your eyes yet

You chuckle at his reply as you playfully roll your eyes at him

"There" he says as he brings back the cap of his blue ballpen, you heard it with a click

You bring your hand close to your face as you read what it says

"Don't let anyone else stop you for following your dream"

you lightly giggle when some of the words are not aligned as it goes wonky down on the back of your hand but still it's nice and you liked it

"Don't forget about me when you get famous with your singing career" he leans forward to get close to you, so, you could hear him clearly

The hallways are filled with whooping and screaming in excitement of students that are cheering for the school year end, Eddie chortled at the sight of it

You missed the way he looks at you

You raised your head as you flash him a sweet adoring smile as you nod

You shyly taken a back from his words of encouragement that really meant true as you judge by his tone

You snort "Okay, Eddie"

A smile tugs to his lips as he leans his back on the railing as he spoke again "I mean it, Y/N"

You look back at him and you directly look into his eyes

"Just don't ever forget about me, okay?"

It's very heartwarming to you that he is so kind "Of course, I will never forget about you, Eddie"

How would you ever forget Eddie Munson?

When he's the only one guy in your school campus who is so respectful towards you?

That was 2016, nine years ago

You've been classmates since 7th grade and even though you don't both have the same section from 8th grade and 9th grade

You still see each other and interacted a little

You kinda wish that he was still your classmates all those years

Sometimes, though, you winced at the memories when you're with him, you cringe at it at how you make things weird and awkward

You hate it when you get all so jumpy and nervous around him, I mean- it's just Eddie but the problem is that he doesn't know that you just realized it back in 8th grade that you finally figured it out that you developed feelings for him

You both weren't exactly close

Yeah, both of you tease each other and make fun and silly jokes sometimes

Yes, you both have a few conversations and slightly deeper talks about both of your families when your teacher on P.E class partnered the both of you together for the dance project

That's the only time that you ever both talked real to each other

That little moment, until now is still vivid to you

But still, you're not that close to him

He was just a good friend or maybe just a good classmate that you had

You encountered him again back in 2018 when both of your paths crossed while being on the escalators

You noticed him first but before you call out to him, you made sure that it was him because you moved on to another school after 9th grade, so, pretty much something's have changed but him?

He never did, he is still stylish as ever and so are you

But of course, both of you grew up

You're now already looking at him and you expect him to notice you, so, you didn't do anything at first and when you both finally met in the middle of the escalator and he is still doesn't saw you on the other side and he is mere inches close to you and you're too fucking shy to call his name out, you tried to tap on the handles to make a sound but no to avail, as you had no choice but to say his name

"Eddie!"

He whipped his head around the second you call him

He smiles and leans back forward as the both of you stare at each other

You shyly wave at him as you duck your head down to look at where you're going

From the corner of your eye, you saw him reached at the end of the escalator, his eyes still locked on you

But goddamn, it's 2024, you're 20 and he's 21

Both of you are college students now

Your feelings for him remained the same way and all of the crushes that you had from elementary to highschool

He's the only one ever to take over your heart this long

So long that sometimes, you wonder, if you try to confess it, so, it will be all over

But isn't that embarrassing? since well....

You haven't seen him since what?!? 2018???

2018 was the last time you ever saw him

You also haven't talked to him for years

Besides, seeing him on his Instagram profile but that doesn't count

But you did some risky stuff and you made such a big deal out of it because you're too overreacting with your giddy feelings for him

Like for instance

You complimented him on his Instagram stories in 2021 and he only heart reacted on it

You greeted him on his birthday for the first time ever in 2022 (you're wishing that he won't find it weird that you know his birthday and you hoped that he still remembers that he also wrote on your slambook back in 7th grade, that's why you knew) you also send your pictures with him from the field trip that you both had in 8th grade

And that right there, you received a message

A message that is so short but so endearing and it really means a lot to you

He says that he is sorry for not reaching out to you after all of those years passed and he is glad that you hadn't changed ever since then and he appreciates and he is so grateful for the highschool memories that you both had together

Even it's just a short amount of period at that time

2023, you greeted him again on his birthday but he only said thank you

You kinda hoped that he'll message you

But, girl- thank god that you aware of the term called "reality check" because why would he message you all of the sudden since that you both didn't knew very well

You sigh in hopelessly romantic manner wishing that he'll talk to you someday

Yeah, a smile grows on your lips all the time when you always receive a notification that he likes your posts

Damn, only a notification from him already lightens up your day

How fucking great, that's how pathetic it is

"5 minutes then you're good to go!"

Okay, fast forward from your train of thoughts, right- you got a show to run

You're a popstar now and you made it like you always wanted to be

Despite, everyone from your school bullies tries to pull you down

Eddie

Eddie is the only one who believed in you and supported you all the way even both of your lives are different now than before

While in the autograph signing table

"You're such an inspiration!" A young girl said as she beams up as she watches you sign up of your portraits photograph

"Thank you so much, sweetie! I'm very happy to hear that, did you had fun?"

She aggressively nods as she starts bopping up and down on her heels in excitement, you chuckled at that and you gave back the signed picture of yours to her as she gives you huge smile as she takes her leave

You didn't noticed the next person as you start signing

"As you walk on by, will you call my name?"

The sound of the person's voice is too unreal for you to hear and to register of what you just heard as you paused on what you're doing as you slowly raise your head up at the person who is standing in front of the table across from you as you gasp that you thought you're not going to see him again after 2018

But, now, here, he is finally once again

You've always dreamed about this

You've always wanted this to happen

It's unbelievable

You know that face and voice and that iconic smirk on him as you take him in

"Eddie?" You're still gasping in shock as you cupped your mouth in surprise as you look around you and your eyes are twinkling as he looks down on you in adoration and now the other fans that are waiting in line are getting curious and they flash you a smile as they relished and witness the reunion of the both of you

He grins as he nods as he shoved his hands onto his pockets "Ah- she remembers me!" You giggled to his classic antics

He hasn't changed

You could hear everyone who is asking, the buzzing "who is he?" "omg- they knew each other?!?" "wait- maybe he is the guy from her songs!"

You're too overwhelmed from all of this that you almost forget that you have to sign all of the pictures

You motion for him to lean down as you say "Can you wait for me backstage?"

He smiles "Yeah, sweetheart- I'll meet you there"

You sheepishly smile at him again as you gave him access that made everyone eyes goes wild, the crowd seems to go nuts over it

And by that the following question had been like this

"Who is the lucky guy?"

"Why is he getting the special treatment?"

"Is he your boyfriend?"

You don't give them all the personal information from your life and all the details but you confirmed that he is the guy from your songs and you love how your fans squealed and get thrilled from this

After an hour, the show is over and you bid goodbye to your fans and thank them for attending, you stretch your arms out and massage your neck as you exhale as you headed into the backstage

"Y/N's a star now" he leans his back on the wall as he smiles at you

He says the moment you moved the curtains on the side as you snort at his comment

You went into the small comfort room as you change your clothes into much more relaxing attire

"Hey, Eddie, I hope you didn't get bored for waiting"

"Nah, I don't mind it- sweets"

Once you get dressed, you open the door, so, you can talk to each other as you start to remove your makeup with a cotton pad as you double cleanse with rinsing it thoroughly

He watches you put a tinted lip balm on your lips, he swallows as he hangs his head low for a while

You groan at the hairstyle that you had earlier but you absolutely loved it getting all glammed up but you're just so tired and wanting to get this everything off so you can get to rest

Both of you kept talking but you didn't notice how he looks at you and watches your every move from removing the pins and hair ties from your hair from brushing it and you let your hair down as you grab your shoulder bag

He is so entranced by you like as you do too

Only if he knew

And only if you knew

His daze has cut off the time when you're literally now in front of him, he snapped out of it when he tries to recall of what you just asked him

"Do you want to walk outside?"

"Y-Yeah sure, come on, let's go"

You told your crew that you'll be back and you look out for them and always saying thank you for getting the job done

The walk was.....pleasing....but too quiet for you

It seems like Eddie can read your thoughts as he finally spoke up

"How many years had passed?"

A knowing smile is showing onto your features as you glanced at him

"9 years"

He raises both of his eyebrows "Damn" as he chuckles in disbelief

"Yeah" the smile still lingers on your lips

"Did you get to do it?"

"Do what?"

"Your band? Corroded Coffin?"

There's a glint on his eyes as he stops to his tracks as he stares at you for a moment

"What?" You ask him in confusion

"Nothing, it's just- you still remember that?" He tilts his head at you as he squints his eyes

"Well, of course! you told me not to forget about you, right?"

"You're always true to your word, sweetheart, I like that for you"

You both sat down on the bench in front of the fountain as you watch random kids playing

He sighs but he notices that you're awaiting for his answer as you quirk an eyebrow at him as he snorts

"Uh, no- Jeff, Gareth and Me, played for 4 to 5 years, I think? We had a blast but I realized that being a rockstar, it's not for me permanently"

"But, I thought you always wanted to be rockstar"

"Yeah, well, we got a record deal for a while-"

"What?!? Really?!?"

He chuckles to your excitement as you turn your whole body facing to him

"Yup, and we- uh- did a little tour here and there but, it just felt like that's not what I was looking for" he shrugs as he looks down as he starts to fidget his rings

You notice that, you always do, it's his nervous habit, you smile at him sadly

"How about Jeff and Gareth?"

"They got all their own ambitions and all of us took the same thing and we agree to not totally disband but, maybe, someday I don't know in the future, we'll get back to where we started"

You nod at him in understanding "I still feel superior to be one of the very first audience" you smirk

He whips his around at you at that and he blinks slowly like he just had a flashback

Yeah, if he's supportive to you and so do you

"the most loud cheerier ever, I gotta say" he laughs as you facepalmed as you can remember all of it

"So, what do you do now?"

"Uh, I'm a songwriter"

You react in delightful way and he chuckles at your face that you make

Both of you reminiscence your highschool memories as both of you look back at it

"Y/N, you-"

"Yeah?"

He hesitates for a few seconds as he chuckles as he dismissive his hand at you

"It's getting late" he says as he clears his throat

Your smile slightly falls as you glanced on your watch

It's been 2 in half hours

"I guess, we better get going then"

You both stand up as he walk you through the parking lot

You dig your nails through your palms as you think twice if you should tell him right away how you really feel about him

You can't chicken out now

You're not a kid anymore, you can take the rejection and well....

At least you tried, so, it will bring you peace

You've been fighting for your whole life not to ask him before, it's plaguing every year passed

Only a few more steps, you can sight your van

You took a deep breath, you know you'll make a rambling mess out of a speech but you don't care

"Eddie" you say as you turn around to look at him

He raises his head the moment you call his name

You walked closer to him as he looks at you as he waits for you to speak

"I know this is going to sound so out of place but uh- I have feelings for you since we we're 7th grade, I didn't know that I had it since I just suddenly realized it when we we're in 8th grade and ever since then and now I still have it for almost 10 years and it's okay, you don't have to-"

"I know"

You're stunned, you can't function to speak anymore

"I-I'm sorry?"

"I know and I'm aware of it"

He can't just say that to you like it was nothing

You're definitely screaming inside to this mind-blowing revelation

Your cheeks starts to glowing red as you feel all bashful to his gaze

Your eyes suddenly can't manage the hold to look in his anymore

"Even before?" You whisper as you wrap your arms to yourself

He's now the one who moves towards you

You're appalled and you didn't even noticed that your mouth is hanging agape as you shut it and swallow

"How did you find out?" You ask without looking at his eyes

He runs his tongue over his lips "from Gareth, and you know him he's got a big mouth and all that"

You close your eyes in humiliation as you bite down your lip

Fuck

You shouldn't have been talking to him or giving a clue

But, sometimes though, you give hints when you're having a conversation with him

Gareth, somehow, finds the missing puzzles and figures it all out

Traitor

You couldn't stand here and you feel ashamed of what you just did, my god, what are you thinking?

"Listen, uh- it's good to see you, I gotta go" you say as your drag your heels to walk away from him as fast as your feet can take you

But, he reaches out and holds your wrist making you stop

"Y/N, don't go"

"Why?"

"Because-" he sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair

"I'm no expert in showcasing my feelings, okay? I-I'm shy"

Your entire discomfort of being flustered has completely washed away

You find it amusing, well, Eddie has always been shy but really???

There's nothing to be mousy about when he's with you

"You're shy?" You echoed what he just said as you pursed your lips together

He scratches the back of his neck as he clicks his tongue as he nods his head slowly

You exhale "Well, fuck- Eddie, I'm shy too! I can't even blurt it out loud of what I've been carrying for what?!? 10 years?!?"

You start pacing back and forth in front of him as he breathes through his nose

"See, Eddie, I've always liked you, okay? or maybe I took your kindness way out of line" you throw hands up

He gave you that doe eye look and you avoid looking at it as you continue rambling at him

"I can't even comprehend why? Why am I still clinging onto you for all these years? I hate that you still made me swoon over you and make me feel things!"

His mouth starts to slowly hanging open to your subtle confession

"You know what's unbelievable to me? Is that you don't know me and I don't know anything about you but still it feels like I knew you even though we don't talk a lot back then and it hurts, it hurts that you're so big-hearted and it pains me that you're just so mellow person" your voice cracks and that's where the time the water works starts to fill up in your eyes

You sniffle as you quickly wipe your tears from your cheeks "You're the only guy that has ever been so nice to me, the only who cared, the only one who hasn't changed towards me since highschool, I don't even know what's the reason why"

He is still remains silent, probably still processing every information that you just told him

His eyes softens and his heart is begging to leap forward outside of his chest

"Y/N" he holds your forearm softly as he runs his thumbs over it, you shivered from his touch

"Have you ever wondered why I still don't have a girl beside me?"

He is still single?!? What?!?

You gulped as you look at him with hopeful eyes and tear-stained cheeks

He smiles down at you as you scrunch up your face in a shameful way that you don't like him to see you crying like this

That's right

You haven't seen anyone with him since elementary or highschool

He had a couple of silly crushes that you heard from your classmates before but still

You don't saw anyone else with him

And that alone made you think a lot since Eddie is not an asshole, it's mind-boggling

You're still in denial that you might think he has the same feelings for you

As if

"Eddie- I think you're a great human being, anyone is lucky to have you"

He chuckles slightly as you dodged his point

"I didn't date because why?"

You take all the courage that's left inside of you as you look at him

"You already have my heart, darling"

Your eyes flutters to his admission, your heartbeats faster that it might burst any second

He likes you?!?

"A-Are you sure? I don't u-understand- why didn't you m-make a move before?" You stuttered, your voice sounds so small and it makes his heartache

"I was a coward" he pulls you closer to him your eyes widen but you melt to his touch

"W-What about the messages that I sent you? Does that mean anything to you?" A sprinkle of insecurity is showing through your tone and he catches it, he reassures you that it means a lot to him

He grins at the birthday wishes that you make before

"I appreciate them all, I-I just didn't know how to express it in there, so, when I found out that you're have a show in here, maybe it's time to take it to the next level, it feels it's the right thing to do in person"

He embraces you for the first time and the only time that you ever became this much closer to him, you feel his warmth enveloping you his arms surrounding you in the most cozy way possible, you sigh in content as you squeeze him

"Feel better?" He asks as he still holds you tightly

"Yes" you whisper softly as you smile against his chest inhaling on his scent, it's intoxicating

The moment you pushed yourself away from him, you slipped on the thin ice as his reflexes are fast enough to catch you before you can hit the icy cold ground

You gasp as your eyes goes everywhere to his face as you held on him to stabilize you to get back up on your feet

He's so mere inches close, his eyes sparkle as he stares at you

He slowly lifts you back on, both of you didn't break eye contact

He can't help himself as his hand crawls at your waist to flush your body against his, you fight for your breath for the idea that he's about to do

His eyes flits through your eyes and to your lips, he goes for it as you close your eyes as you kissed him back

"Is it too late?" The smugness is radiating off of him when you chase his lips to peck on it

"I think we both waited on the right time" you say as you kissed his cheek

His cheeks blooms red as he dramatically freaked out as you let out a fit of giggles

"I'm relieved that you're patient to finally let me get out of my shell"

"Oh, be thankful that I have a wide patience or else I'll fucking lose it"

He laughs as he rest his forehead against yours

"You're the most perfect girl ever"

You smile brightly "And you're the most perfect boy ever"

Your crew call out to you saying that you have interview tomorrow morning

"Be with me?"

"Forever?"

You snort as you elbowed him as he catches you off guard pressing another kiss to your lips

"I love you, Y/N- you have absolutely no idea"

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years

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*:･ﾟ｡ hello, everyone! i am cat3ch1sm, formerly simplysober, a black writer on tumblr! you may also call me eve. 💚

i hope you all enjoy my content and consider following me if you do <3 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

🕸💚 request status: closed for now! 🤍🤎

🤎🤍 masterlist below! 💚🕸

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part two of masterlist

part three of masterlist

part four of masterlist

part five of masterlist

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i write sfw and nsfw works! i have no posting schedule, and time taken on requests varies. below are the fandoms i write for :D

writings can be drabbles, headcanons, text msgs, one-shots, incorrect quotes, and rarely multi-chapter stories. for x reader writings, the reader will mostly be female for sfw and nsfw works, but for sfw works the reader may also be gender neutral.

some fandoms are rarely written for unless requested, so some fandoms have less works than others. however, it doesn’t mean that i won’t write for them freely, and feel free to request for them whenever reqs r open <3

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death note- light, l, misa, near, matt, mello, mikami (sfw+ nsfw)

hunter x hunter- gon, killua, leorio, kurapika, chrollo, hisoka, illumi, uvogin, machi, pakunoda, shizuku, feitan, phinks, shalnark (sfw+ no nsfw for gon and killua)

ohshc- haruhi, kyoya, tamaki, honey, mori, hikaru, kaoru (sfw+ no nsfw for haruhi, honey, and the twins)

black butler- sebastian, ciel, claude, agni, soma, mey-rin, finnian, bardroy (sfw+ no nsfw for ciel, finnian, or mey-rin)

sk8 the infinity- langa, reki, miya, joe, cherry (sfw+ no nsfw for miya)

jujutsu kaisen- yuuji, nobara, maki, megumi, gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, yuuta (sfw+ nsfw)

chainsaw man- denji, power, aki, kobeni, makima, himeno (sfw+nsfw)

across the spiderverse- miles, gwen, pavitr, miguel, margo, hobie, lyla, jess, peter b, miles!42 (sfw+ no nsfw for gwen, pav, miles, miles!42, margo)

hazbin hotel-charlie, vaggie, angel dust (platonic only), husk, alastor, sir pentious, lute, adam, sera, emily, lucifer, vox, velvette, carmilla carmine

notice- some fandoms/characters are rarely written for unless requested!

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~ be patient when requesting, my schedule/health is inconsistent and sometimes interferes with my uploading :( for this same reason, sometimes i don’t post for a while, bear with me please)

~ please be specific with your request!! like genre, plot, gender if needed, body type if needed, personality, setting, sfw or nsfw- i can write much better if i have more details :) just specify whatever you can<3

~ all of my writings are either fem!reader or gender neutral reader. idk how to write for males :// all nsfw works, though, are fem!reader

~ i don’t write nsfw for children or non-con. if you have questions for other things i won’t write for message me :)

~ i will happily write x black!reader, if that’s what you would like specify in your request! also, if a writing randomly has a black reader, don’t question it lmao. my black followers mean the world to me tbh 🤎💚

~ people who have requested several times will not be top priority over first-time requesters.

~ must be following me to request!! sometimes i cannot see if you are following me or not, so if i accidentally write a request for a non-follower, that requester will be blocked. if i take the time and energy to write a story for you, the least you can do is follow me. (because of this rule, anonymous requests are not accepted because i cant see if you follow me or not!)

~ i have the right to ignore or deny any request

~ discrimination or bigotry will be immediately blocked!

that is all, everyone! i hope you enjoy reading on my account, i love you all very much <33 your support is valued greatly :)

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ratskinsuit · 3 months

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Introduction And Rules and Blah

Feel free to request anything :)

(Drawing above by me)

Hello you can call me Fuse, I go by any pronouns although feminine is preferred. Welcome to my little trash can of chaos.

This blog will mainly contain random chaotic shit I feel like posting at random times, and fanfiction.

‼️🛑THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN NSFW TOPICS AND STORIES🛑‼️

As per the usual MDNI, I will allow people that are 16+ because by then you should know better and I feel you can handle it more, but it is your own choice to read and interact or not. However if you are younger and do chose to interact I cannot stop you because I am not your mother, and whatever you chose to expose yourself to if you ignore this warning will be your own fault.

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RULES AND SUCH:

No pedos, homophobes, racists, sexists, minors (read warning above) or rapists and stuff like that.

If you request something on my page that is nsfw and I believe your a minor I will ignore it, and if it is confirmed I will block you.

Do not harrass or discriminate to anybody on this blog. (In requests, comments, reposts ect-)

If you break these rules (which there are not many so it won’t be too hard) you will be blocked.

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RULES FOR REQUESTING:

Requests Are Open :)

What I will write:

Smut (Keep in mind I am AroAce so if it is not realistic I am sorry)

Fluff

Angst

Character x Reader

Character x Child!Reader (Platonic)

Character x Reader x Character (Polyamourus)

Any gendered reader

Headcannons

Drabbles

Reader personality traits/habits (such as: Reader is gloomy/optimist, or reader fidgets alot/Has a habit of talking outloud)

What I will not write:

Piss, scat, vomit, vore ect-

Pedophilia

ABDL/Age Regressing (I have nothing against it it’s just not something I really want to write)

Beastiality (With actual animals, hybrids are fine)

Character x Character

Noncon

Yandere

Reader with certain race, ethnicity, religion ect-

Trans readers (I am not transphobic at all, I just personally am not trans so I wouldn’t know how to write it)

Specific details about the readers appearance

No reader disorders (ADHD is fine however)

What I am currently writing for:

Hazbin Hotel (Any character except for children. Will write for Nifty, Mimzy, Emily, o and only MAYBE alastor)

May start for creepypasta but idk

Other info on requesting:

If readers gender is not specified or hinted at, will be set to gn

If type (Heacanons, Drabble, Story) is not specified, I will just do Headcanons + Short Drabble

Feel free to add reader details (listed in what I will do) but I will not do ones that are too specific, I try to be open so everyone can enjoy and see themselves in the reader :)

I do not use the terms “Y/N” or “Reader” in my stories or drabbles because I personally do not like it and feel like it breaks the immersion (Will use reader for headcanons though)

I will usually write things in second person (You, Yourself)

I go in order of when things are requested, so if you requested something and are following the rules, it will be written after eyertging before it.

If you have any questions or concerns relating to what I write, or if you have a request, feel to ask in the ask box and I will get to it soon as possible.

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pendarling · 2 months

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Top 15 Best out of 50(1)

Nobody asked for it, and I have a million requests in my inbox (I'll get to it, I should rly consider turning it off), but here is a list of my personal favourite hero x villain stories I've written and I will rank them from best to still best but, I definitely could've done better, and I will not rank stories that I feel I don't want to. I'm only putting like 15 of the best out of the 50. Technically, I have 51 stories, but I lost one of them somewhere in the wreckage.

Letters & Masks: Why? Because it's literally got everything. Jealousy, captivity, secrets, crazy level of intimacy and professionalism. All in a sweet little bundle. I dunno abt yall but I defo ate here.

List: This oneeeeeee I already wrote a part two draft and someone asked me to write up a part two after I went to sleep. Needless to say, yes, sir, it is coming. I only write good stories at 4 am and I made this one in a single sitting.

Do You Like Me?: I don't remember the specific details here all I remember is there was a lot of teasing which I personally enjoy. Hero meanwhile is in denial that they like them.

In Your Lap: I wish I had more to write here but to keep it short and sweet sometimes is the best. It's straightforward no bullshit maze before we get to the main subject. We just dive right in. Tension.

Remember Last Night: Lore. And I genuinely do wanna write a continuation, the problem is I have a million drafts. I think someone did ask for a continuation but idk. A lot of ppl actually req and I'm just a uni student

Praise: AAAAAAAAA manipulation at its finest. Like are they genuine with their feelings? or are they fucking with Hero's mind??

Taken: Captivity my beloved. It's more a Citizen x Villain and left up to interpretation. A few people asked for a second part of this as well (I'm sorrrrrrrryyy).

Winter Boots: Villain subtly flirting with Hero <3

Plushie: AWWWEEEE Hero is a sweetheart. They bought a plushie of Villain. I was also going write more for this but it was literally 6 am and I needed to fix my sleep schedule.

A Kiss To Freedom: It's a bit hot actually, captivity again.

Ring of Engagement: In summary, Villain assumes Hero is engaged and then we have mild spice. Might as well be salt. But the reason why it's on this list is for the level of comfort that follows after (\\\^_^\\\)

Aggressive: Kink reveal

The Town Theatre: ATLA reference actually

Perfect Timing: Lore again, I really like it, I don't think I'll truly let go of time travel stories. They're all so unique

No Date For Valentine's Day: Villain rips on Hero for being without a Valentine then asks them out on a date hahahaha. I had fun writing it and I hope to do something next year too!~

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demiesworld · 1 year

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the replacement (nsfw)

pairings: bonten!sanzu x black!fem!reader, bonten!mikey x black!fem!reader

contents: consensual adultery, reverse cowgirl, doggystyle, oral (m receiving), size!kink, submissive reader, slight masochist (reader), sadist (sanzu), spanking, degrading, big dick!sanzu idk what else to add atp

synopsis: sanzu is given the permission by his boss to "take care" of his wife while he is busy. the first impression he gets of her is that she is annoying, however he grows to find her attractive through her femininity. of course the guys tease sanzu about his interest in the boss's wife. he could care less about it, because there's nothing better than having the boss's wife cream on you.

notes: this was requested by @lovelygeniegirl1012. reader is a black female using she/her pronouns. she is described as having dreadlocks, freckled brown skin complexion, has small breasts and big butt. any similarities of this character is a coincidence. this is written in sanzu's pov. i tried to follow the plot but as i kept writing my mind just went astray.

credits to @ mmmiaa_ as the artist of the photo

Sanzu hasn't known the wife of his boss very long, but from what he observed of her mannerisms she appeared to be quite annoying. She was always floating around Manjiro, and calling his personal cell during the middle of crucial discussions and meetings. Sometimes asking him about what he would prefer for dinner or what piece of lingerie she should purchase. Just irrelevant things that do not pertain to their operation of business. To put it bluntly, Sanzu found the bimbo to be annoying. Her light fruity scent that lingers when she enters and exits a room. The cordial smiles she gives to Manjiro and his men.

How could she smile at all of them like that? Doesn't she know that they're all murderers, thieves, liars- they're criminals for god's sake!

A grunt left from Sanzu as he took a drag of his cigarette outside of the building he was at. Maybe Manjiro liked the innocence that his wife exuded, but still she shouldn't act like such an annoying little kid.

"Yo, Haruchiyo." The sound of Ran's voice calling out for him interrupts his thoughts.

He flinches upon hearing his first name uttered through Ran's lips. It was his actual name, but he didn't feel as if he was close enough with the elder Haitani brother for him to address him like that. This wasn't the first time he's done it either. "Damn it, Haitani I told you not to call me that!"

He flicked the cigarette away from him and stomped it out into ashes with the heel of his heavy boot. The pink-haired male combed his fingers through his tresses.

Ran smirks at the reaction he got out of him, sardonically replies, "Well sorry for that. I thought we were all friends Sanzu." Then he tucks his hands into his pockets, "Listen, Mikey says he needed to see you about something."

"What does he need to see me for?"

"I have no idea." Ran shrugs his shoulders, "Wouldn't tell me or anyone else. He just specifically requested that you come to see him."

Sanzu releases an exasperated sigh, and was already beginning to mull over the recent atrocities he had committed that didn't live up to Manjiro's expectations. He purposefully bumped shoulders with Ran as he walked past him to enter the building. Sanzu shuffled through the hallway to Manjiro's office quarters. He abruptly stopped when he could smell the familiar scent of citrus lingering from behind the door.

'Damn it all... why the hell is she here?'

He pushes open the double doors to the room and lo and behold there she was. Sano Y/N. Manjiro's wife. Honest to god, Sanzu couldn't figure out what was attractive about her. Sure she was damn pretty. With her round doe-like brown eyes, plump lips that she covers in a light lip gloss, and shoulder-length black hair styled into locs. Her petite body wasn't a miss either. She was shorter than Manjiro himself, yet she possessed an hourglass figure. Small perky breasts and wide hips and blessed with a round ass.

She was standing behind Manjiro's chair, giving him a shoulder massage. Her manicured nails caressing small tight circles onto his broad shoulders when Sanzu had entered the room. As always she gave Sanzu a kind-hearted smile and as usual Sanzu deflected it. She didn't appear to be hurt by it either. She just continued focusing on calming her husband.

Sanzu took a deep bow upon seeing Manjiro. "My king."

"Sanzu. I bet you're wondering what I called you in here for, huh?" Manjiro adjusts himself in his seat and takes his wife's hand in his own. He gently tugs her from behind the chair to bring her to stand next to his side.

The second-in-command looks up briefly to see the brown-skinned woman. Of course she's wearing a solid white camisole long dress. The fabric of it hugging her body in all of the right places and expressing her curves beautifully. If Sanzu squints his eyes just a bit he could see her nipples through the cloth. Thankfully, he doesn't. At least not in front of his boss. He stands up straight, shoulders back and chin held up high as if he wants to appear taller.

Manjiro's arm embraces his wife from the side, pulling her body against his and it elicits a delighted hum from the woman. His dark empty eyes looked up to the woman by his side. "Babe, I have to talk to Sanzu about something. Would you mind stepping out of the room for a minute, please?" Gently, his hand caressed her waist up and down.

She smiles down at her husband, the saccharine smile on her face never once faltering. How irritating to see. "Sure, I will be out in the lobby area waiting for you baby." Sanzu has to look away from the two when she leans down and kisses Manjiro on the lips.

He listens as her light footsteps walk past him, the citrus smell she carries with her following as she leaves the two inside of the office room. Finally, now it felt like he could breathe. Sanzu takes a seat in the vacant chair across from his boss, placing one leg on top of the other and grinning widely at Manjiro. The scars on the corners of his lips crinkling when he does so.

"You know my wife right Sanzu?"

Sanzu's face falls. He blinks over the words Manjiro had just uttered. "Uh, yeah? What about the woman? Did she get herself into some sort of trouble and needs help?" Like she's a fucking damsel in distress? Is what he wants to say.

Manjiro, for the first time shows an emotion, he chuckles at Sanzu's remark. "No she doesn't need any sort of protection at all. I wanted to ask what do you think of her?"

That must have been a trick question. To Sanzu she was a total nuisance. Floating around his king like she's fucking Tinkerbell and he's Peter Pan. The attachment she had to him was just not normal. At least in Sanzu's eyes. His perception of a normal marriage was distorted in a way. However, he needed not to say negative things about the boss's wife in front of the boss. Sanzu may be Manjiro's second-in-command, but he could easily be replaced if he ever fell out Manjiro's favor. And Sanzu will be damned if anyone takes his place. He knows that Kakucho has been waiting for the moment to come. For Sanzu's downfall. Fucking one-eyed bastard.

He folds his arms across his chest, "She's pleasant." Pleasantly fucking annoying.

"That's it? She's just pleasant?"

Sanzu swallows, a bead of sweat dribbling down the side of his face. "I don't know what you want for me to say about her, Mikey. She's your wife. I don't see her in that way."

"I never even said if you did, Sanzu."

Fuck. He clenches his teeth together, and tries to keep himself from looking scared. Then Manjiro lifts his hand up and waves it at Sanzu dismissively. "Whatever. If you can't be of any use then I guess I will have to ask one of the Haitanis or Kakucho. Maybe they-"

"Those fuckers won't be as good as me for whatever you need Mikey!" He exclaims, quickly standing to his feet and balling his fists together. He was trembling, fuck, he needed something to calm him down right now.

Manjiro looks at Sanzu up and down then smirks proudly at him. "Are you sure you'll be up for the task? You haven't even heard what I was going to say."

Sanzu maintained, "I don't care Mikey. Just let me do it."

"Hm... okay then." Manjiro leans above the desk and folds his arms on top of it. "I'm leaving in a few days for an issue that just came up in Yokohama. I told Y/N not to contact me while I'm gone, because I don't need any of those bastards in Yokohama finding out who she is. All the same, I'm still her husband and she will be having moments where she will be needing me. Since I can't physically be there to do it in person, we're going to need someone else to fill in my spot." Manjiro leans in his chair. "That's where you come in."

A perplexed expression shows on Sanzu's face. "Mikey... I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know as my number two you're not very perceptive with things." Manjiro lets out a sigh and he stands to his full height, hands tucked into his pockets while he walks away from the desk over to the window. He gazes through the pristine clear glass before turning his head to Sanzu and uttering the words that runs the taller male's blood cold. "I'm giving you permission to fuck my wife."

Those words that Manjiro had said to him just a few days ago were haunting to him. He just gave Sanzu an opportunity to have sex with his wife. His wife. Sanzu knew Manjiro since they were children and he was never keen on sharing what belonged to him. The possessiveness grew as he got older and lost everyone close to him. Shinichiro, Baji, Emma, and then Izana.

Something must have changed for him to be doing this. In Sanzu's deranged mind he presumed it had to do with his new wife. Lately things were changing since Y/N and Manjiro gotten married. Not just in the syndicate, but with Manjiro's demeanor as well. He appeared to be more lenient when it came to disciplining the higher ups of Bonten. Sanzu recalls a huge fuck up that Takeomi made, one that could have resulted in Manjiro killing off his estranged older brother. Yet the total opposite happened. His boss, his king, simply ignored the mistake and just gave Takeomi a slap on the wrist. He didn't even punish him through methods of torture or personally beat him to a pulp.

Yes, it had something to do with the wife. There was just no way that his king could go from being a cold-hearted man who felt nothing to someone who would just look the other way from a huge mistake.

Speaking of the wife, Sanzu was tasked with accompanying the brown-skinned beauty to the shopping mall. A dumb task that he had to power through with a feigned smile on his face. The slender male stood awkwardly in the lingerie boutique waiting outside of the dressing room for Y/N to come out of.

He taps his foot on the ground, and impatiently looks at his wristwatch. Sanzu hisses, "She's been in there for damn near 10 minutes. Does it take that fucking long to pick just one fucking item?"

The door to the dressing room creaks open, but just enough space for someone to peer their eye into. Sanzu turns his head to the sound of the door then walks up to it. At least he was polite enough to knock on the door before he said, "Are you done in there already? I can't be dawdling around."

Y/N poked her head out and smiles at Sanzu. "I actually need your opinion for the piece I want to buy."

What the hell? Why does my opinion matter? He opens his mouth to say something, but a dainty hand pulls him into the dressing room and shuts the door behind him. Sanzu sputters, "What the f-"

"Ssh!" She shushes him with a finger pressed to his lips. "We can't get caught in here together or else they'll kick us out." The brown-skinned beauty takes a step back and it was at that moment Sanzu could finally see what she was wearing.

He sweats.

Damn it, if she looked virginal in those solid color dresses she liked to wear; then right now she looked absolutely sinful. Previous times he tried not to pay close attention to her body for the fear of being noticed by someone then called out for it. However, now they were alone, inside of a 2 by 2 dressing room, with nothing separating them. The pastel blue floral lace two piece she wore contrasted well with her skin tone. Her small breasts lifted up by the bra exposing her cleavage. The round hips of her ass swallowing the seemingly too-tight thong.

She timidly clutches her hands behind her back, causing her chest to push forward, and then lowers her gaze to Sanzu's feet. Her soft voice, her oh-so-gentle tone, asks in a tremulous way, "Do you... do you like it Haruchiyo?"

Sanzu stands there with a blank expression on his face. He doesn't know what this girl deal is with him, but he doesn't want to get into any trouble with her involved. Especially out in public. While he may be tasked with the permission of sleeping with the wife, Sanzu does have dignity and the last thing he needs is to be listened into while he's with her.

Not to mention she said his name. She didn't call him Sanzu like how Manjiro and the others would refer to him as. Sanzu and her weren't close enough to be calling one another by their first name.

He inhales sharply and takes a few steps forward. Y/N takes steps backward but is stopped when her back is pressed against the wall and she's between that and Sanzu's rigid figure. He reaches behind her the sound of rustling emanating in the room. The girl closes her eyes, expecting for him to take her there, unfortunately that never comes. Sanzu grabs her evening clothes in one hand and shoves them into her chest.

"Put your clothes on. We can't be wasting time like this."

Deep down inside, Sanzu hoped those words didn't come out as harsh. He didn't need to see the wife of his king crying because he hurt her feelings. He was the first to leave the dressing room and went out into the center of the store trying to occupy himself by feeling the fabrics of a thong set.

A soft voice clearing their throat was what he heard and he peered over his shoulder to see Y/N standing there holding apparel that she wanted to buy. Sanzu nudged his head in the direction of the registers leading her to a cashier to purchase the items. He took out the credit card Manjiro lent him to use for purposes like this.

"Would you like to sign up for our rewards program? We offer 10% to 20% off on in-store purchases only. You can use this reward today if the items are eligible." Asked the young cashier lady.

He clenched his teeth, believing that the woman must have thought that he and Y/N were a couple. Ugh. "Yes!" a chirpy voice cries out and there comes the smell of citrus again. She had moved to stand beside him no longer behind him. "We would love to sign up for the rewards program."

"We?" Sanzu blurted out.

She just smiled up at him, "Yes we, babe, don't you want to save some money?" Her round brown eyes look at the cashier. "You can enter his phone number," and she began telling the cashier (luckily) his work phone. Not his personal.

After the items were purchased with the discount of 20% on one lingerie set, the two left the mall and were inside of Sanzu's Lexus driving to Manjiro's mansion. His thoughts were wrapped around when she called him "babe" at the lingerie boutique. The word bothered him. He knew she was playing with him, but still that word was like an itch he couldn't scratch.

Damn it she was weird.

They arrived at the house, driving the car into the parking garage and then getting out of the car. Like a gentleman, Sanzu carried her bags into the spacious living area for her. "Where do you want me to put these at?" He asked her.

Y/N held out her hands, "Nowhere, I'll take them with me upstairs. You're welcome to leave now... if you want to Haruchiyo." There she goes again saying his name like that. What the fuck?

"Alright then if that's all you needed from me. I'll be heading back to the headquarters." He handed over the shopping bags to her; their hands grazing each other like so. "If you need me just call me or something."

He makes his way towards the door, reaching into the inside of his blazer for his phone. He doesn't look back when he re-enters the parking garage. Sanzu has had enough for the day. He pulls out from the parking garage driving to the Bonten headquarters in silence.

He adjusts himself in his seat the obvious erection in his pants straining.

Fuck he's gonna need a drink.

"...So the boss has basically been having you play house with his wife or something?" Ran asked Sanzu while they were interrogating a group of narcs.

They were in an abandoned building doing their usual method of "good cop, bad cop" or in their case "good murderer, bad murderer" with some narcs they discovered infiltrating Bonten. The four hostages were seated in chairs arranged into a circle. Around their quivering bodies were rope to hold them together tight like packed sardines. Each person's eyes were covered by a blindfold so they couldn't see their captor's faces.

One of the narcs started screaming like a maniac. So pathetic. He had snot coming out of his nose, drool falling out of his mouth, and if Sanzu was right he smelt like he just defecated in his pants.

The pink-haired male cocks his gun in his hand holding it up against the screaming narc's forehead. He casually replied to Ran, "We're not playing house. I'm just watching over her while Mikey is gone."

"Yeah, but Mikey's been gone for a week now. He hasn't even told us if he's going to be back yet. Don't you think that's out of character for him? You're the one who's closest to Mikey, Sanzu."

Bang!

The gun goes off and the rest of the informants are screaming out for help or for them to stop.

"Shut the fuck up," Sanzu couldn't tell whether it was directed to the man he just killed or to Ran. Either way he needed for there to be silence. "Let's just wrap shit up here Haitani. You don't need to ask me anymore questions about Mikey or his wife."

Ran glances suspiciously at his comrade before breaking out into a wide grin. "Fine then. Let's wrap it up."

He took a step back and reaches into his pocket pulling out a box of matches. They had drenched the narcs bodies in gasoline for this exact moment. Ran takes out a stick and ignites it then tosses the match box to Sanzu. He catches it with one hand then ignites a light. Together they toss their lit sticks onto the hostages and set them ablaze. Burning alive.

They leave the abandoned building heading to the parking lot to their respective vehicles. Sanzu stretches his arms, yawning, "God one of those fuckers smelled like shit. Did you smell it?"

Ran was going to tease Sanzu by saying it was him smelling himself, but said man's phone started ringing. They both shared a confused look as Sanzu reached into the interior of his blazer for his phone. The screen showed Y/N's name dialing him. Ran, once again, looked at Sanzu suspiciously causing the man to grunt in annoyance.

He presses the end call button promptly. The phone rings again with her name calling. Sanzu just can't escape her. He rudely answers the call spitting out a frustrated, "What do you want?"

"Haruchiyo, I'm- I need your help please." Her timid voice whispers through the phone.

Sanzu furrows his brows, "What's going on? Are you okay? Do I need to bring Ran-"

She squeals and lets out a sigh, "No, no, no don't bring him or anyone please. I just need- I just need you. Please Haruchiyo will you c-come? F-For me?" Her voice sounded velvety and sweet.

Ran mouths the words, "Is she okay?" to which Sanzu ignores him and waves his hand dismissively. He responds to Y/N. "I'll be there in 30 minutes, do you think you'll be okay until I get there?"

She hums thoughtfully, and then sighs, "I-I think so... please hurry Haruchiyo. I don't think I can hold it for much longer."

The eldest Haitani attempts to listen in on the conversation but Sanzu distances himself away from the nosy bastard. He quickly ends the call with Y/N mentally reminding himself that he should apologize for the abrupt ending of the call.

Ran snorts then teases him, "So, now are you going to go tend to the boss's wife?"

"You shut the fuck up Haitani. Mind your fucking business." He gets defensive, ultimately making himself look suspicious by doing that. If Ran was acting like this just to get under his skin, well sad to say it was working, but Sanzu wasn't going to let him have the last laugh. "I'm leaving. Don't wait up for me at headquarters."

He strides away from Ran going towards his vehicle and entering inside. Sanzu doesn't take another look back at Ran in his rearview mirror as he haphazardly drives out of the parking lot and in the direction of Manjiro's mansion. He doesn't know what was Y/N's deal over the phone, but something just didn't feel right. The way she was speaking to him sounded like she was out of breath. A hunch he had was she could have been dabbling in some drugs. Which to Sanzu seemed like it was far out of her character. But then again, even the prettiest of angels have the worst of demons inside of them.

The ride there seemed to take forever with how the traffic in the city was like. Instead of being at the mansion within the 30 minutes, like he said he would, Sanzu made it there beyond that. Hopefully whatever problem she was dealing with could be easy to fix.

Sanzu opens the door to the house from inside the parking garage and he enters the house. He takes in that the lights are turned off in the kitchen, the lights are off in the living area, and the only source of glow was coming from the upstairs master bedroom. He could hear faint slow rhythmic music playing as well. The man stands at the end of the staircase; one hand holding the railing as he looks at the top.

'Let's just get this over with' he thinks before he climbs up the steps heading to what he assumed could be a trap.

And it was.

The heavenly smell of citrus and vanilla intoxicates his nose when he pushes open the double doors to his boss's and wife's bedroom. His eyes scan sight for the freckled face brown skinned beauty, but she's nowhere in sight. He could still hear the soft music playing in the background.

Sanzu closes the door behind him, sealing his fate by just doing that. "Y/N, I'm here, now where are you?" He called out.

Their bedroom suite was enormous. At the center of the room was their california king sized bed. Cream bed sheets and a thick cream comforter on top. An upholstered cream chaise beside the window that overlooked their garden. To his left there was a door that led into their bathroom, to his right were two doors. One of them Sanzu knew was their shared walk-in closet, but the other he hadn't ventured into before. Yet the door to the unfamiliar one was slightly creaked open.

Maybe she was in there.

Sanzu takes his phone out of his blazer and turns it completely off. He doesn't think he needs to be bothered while he's with her. He walks towards the door and twists the door knob pushing it open. His sky blue eyes survey his surroundings. The room had pastel pink walls lined with white crown molding and baseboards. The stone gray wooden floor was entirely covered in a white faux fur rug. At the center of the room was a round pink tufted ottoman placed below a multi-diamond cut beaded chandelier surrounded by square ceiling mirrors.

To his right, there she was. Prettily seated on a chair and applying her makeup to her already flawless face. Her dreadlocks styled into a half-up and half-down. Her brown eyes made contact with his in the mirror on her vanity. She gave him that usual kind smile then rubbed her lips together after smoothening lip gloss over them.

"I'm so glad that you made it Haruchiyo," She says as she turns in her chair. She's wearing a white silk robe covering whatever else she had on underneath.

"Yeah... why did you call me all of a sudden? You pulled me out of a job just so you're aware."

She just rubbed her arm and pursed her lips while avoiding eye contact with him. "I'm sorry if I upset you Haruchiyo, I just needed you here with me."

Sanzu grits his teeth, "You had me drive almost an hour from where I was, mind you I was busy doing something, and you're just going to sit here and say 'sorry' like I'm supposed to forgive you?"

Fuck maybe she was as stupid as she looked. Sanzu wanted to laugh in her face at the pitiful expression she made. He was not going to be remorseful over what he said to her.

He was in for a surprise when she stood up from her chair and fiddled with the strings on her robe. In a soft tone she began, "You know... Manjiro wouldn't like it whenever I would call him out of the blue and pull him out of a meeting. So, when he would come home he would punish me for it in this room because the walls are soundproof and no one would hear me scream." She unties the robe, letting slide down her petite shoulders and on the floor. She's wearing that same lingerie piece she wore at the shopping mall just days ago. The one that had Sanzu internally fighting with himself not to mount her like a dog. Y/N lifts her head to look up at him. The differences in their heights distinguishable. "I overheard your conversation with my husband about the permission he gave you and I know that you don't like me very much-"

"It's not that I don't like you. You're reading too much into it." Sanzu interrupted. Her eyes widen in surprise. "I think you're stupid. You're a nuisance to me. You're always floating around Mikey like he's a light and you're a fucking moth. You walk around smelling like fucking oranges and it's irritating. You smile at me and you keep calling me by my first name. You know I don't like that so why don't you get that?" By time he's finished his tirade his hands are balled to his fists, and it's not like he wants to hit her, no never. He just wants to get rid of this itch that she's causing.

She smiles, the woman fucking smiles like an angel at him. What the fuck? Does she not have a brain? You don't just smile at someone after they've insulted you, degraded you, and compared you to a bug!

"I think Manjiro was right... to be his number two you are certainly not very perceptive Haruchiyo." Sanzu eyes watched her with a pierced, narrowed glare. She presses her manicured fingers on his chest guiding him to the ottoman and having him sit down on it. She spreads his legs apart with little resistance and kneels in between them. "Have you figured it out yet? Why I want you here?" Her voice comes out in a sigh.

Sanzu's mind recalls the words Manjiro said, "I'm giving you permission to fuck my wife."

She chided, "He gave you permission to fuck me."

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, damn it all.' Sanzu screamed in his head, the corner of his lips twitching to a smile. "You're right. He did." He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his zipper in front of her. "You're a fucking nuisance you know that? Always running around like you're some kind of angel. I know what you really are. You're just a cock slut." He agitatedly shoves his pants to his ankles freeing his erection from its confinements. The brisk air coming in contact to his warm rigid length caused him to hiss. "Fuck! Get over here and suck me off will you?"

Like the obedient girl she was, she doesn't keep him waiting any longer. With her dainty hand she wrapped it around his shaft and scooted herself forward closer to it. A soft sigh pushes through those full lips that Sanzu was Her glossy lips parted, tongue sticking out and lapping at the head of his cock, bathing it in her spit. Sanzu groans when her warm mouth envelopes his tip before awarding it gentle suckles. The saltiness of his precum trickling onto her tongue as a consequence. Her hand twists on his cock, stroking it up and down in fluid motions.

He tilts his head back and inhales sharply through his nose when she lowers her mouth further on his cock. Her tongue flattening against the underside of him and cheeks hollowing. Damn was his king a lucky man. He had such a pretty and submissive wife. One that was eager to please whoever she was told to.

"Ahh... That's right just keep your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock... Fuck the way you're sucking me right now feels so fucking good you stupid tramp."

Her cheeks warmed when he insulted her like that and she could feel her core weeping for some attention. Y/N's vacant hand slid down to her pussy, pulling her panties to the side to expose her soaked mound. Her fingertips leisurely stroking the hood of her clit up and down, and then descended more to her entrance. Unbeknownst to Sanzu, the brown-skinned woman had prepared herself earlier for this. On the previous phone call she shared with him, she had been intentionally masturbating while pleading for him to come here. Her pussy was stuffed with a hot pink silicone dildo she was playing with earlier.

She takes a hold of the end of it pulling it half-way out then thrusting it upwards right into her cervix. Her toes curl as she lets out a squeal and bobs her head on Sanzu's cock while keeping the steady rhythm of the dildo. She presses the tip of the toy against her sweet spot once more eliciting a sound; a shaky whimper. Her juices soaking the toy and folds blossoming when she kept prodding her cervix. The lewd squelching sounds her pussy was making could be heard.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Y/N's eyes roll into the back of her head and her knees buckle when twists the toy out just to shove it back in. Her moans are muffled by Sanzu's cock in her mouth to which she swallows him down till the head is at the back of her throat. Sanzu looked down at her with dazed eyes fixated on her lips sucking him off. He raised an eyebrow when he saw her hand moving in between her legs.

"Hey," he muttered, "What are you doing down there huh?" Sanzu sat up and pushed her head away from his cock. As much as he hated for her to stop his curiosity got the best of him. He slid off of the ottoman, pushed her down on her back and spread her legs just to see her hand covering the pink dildo she was pleasuring herself with. He grinned wickedly, "Eh what the fuck is this?" He drawls out, sounding like a drunken man. "You were playing with your pussy while you were sucking me off? You fucking slut, how long did you have this in you?"

She gasps as she slides the toy back and forth, rocking her hips when it pressed deeper inside. "S-Since before I called you... Haruchiyo..." she whines pathetically. If anything Sanzu would have thought she was ashamed for it, but he knew she wasn't.

Wait. She just said she was using that thing to fuck herself... before she begged for him to come here.

Something snapped inside of Sanzu and he couldn't describe what it was. All that he knew was he needed to see her cry. Fuck, he wanted to hear what delicious screams she could make. He needed to see fat globs of tears coming out of those pretty brown eyes and rolling down her freckled cheeks while he fucked the shit out of her. He wanted for her precious pussy to be creaming on his cock.

He barked out the command, "Get on your hands and knees and get back to sucking my dick."

She flinched at his harsh tone, though she listened and did as she was told. Good girl. Sanzu sat on his knees; his heavy cock tilting between his thighs. As soon as her mouth had his dick down her throat he hovered over her and spread her ass cheeks apart.

"Fuck," he snarls, "Look at this ass." He slaps her round ass, his eyes marveling at how it recoiled. She moaned from the contact and jutted her ass out, wordlessly encouraging him to do it again. Sanzu did smacked it again, and then roughly grabbed both palms full of it, spreading her globes apart. He spat a glob of spit on to her puckered hole and stared in awe as it dribbled from that to her stuffed pussy. "Fuck. Fuck I can't wait to destroy your pussy and ass. Move your hand off that toy. I wanna play with you."

Y/N hesitantly moved her hand away from it. She knew that if she didn't obey Sanzu's demands he could really put her through hell. But that's the thing. She wanted to be put through it. She needed to feel that cruelty that she knew only Sanzu could offer. Yes when she has sex with her husband, Manjiro, that he would be rough with her. Although Manjiro's ways were always predictable. He fucked like a rehearsed script. On the other hand with Sanzu, a man who she didn't know how he performed sexually, it was unpredictable.

And she liked it.

She tried focused her attention on servicing Sanzu's slick coated dick with her mouth. Flicking her tongue at the head of his bulbous cock, prodding the tip of her wet appendage onto it, and then slurping him back into her mouth. However, her concentration broke when the male took out the dildo fully. For the first time that evening she was empty. Nothing was keeping her full and she began to wail.

Her mouth pulls away from his dick, and she gasps, "H-Haruchiyo, please p-put it back, put it back in! I need to feel something! Ah!" She yelps at the end of her begging when he smacks her on the ass cheek; putting a silence to that.

"You shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear your mouth saying a word unless it's telling me how good I'm fucking you. You hear me?" His crystal blue eyes glared down at her expecting for her to respond. When she just stared at him dazedly, the male slaps her ass cheek again bringing her to squeal. "I said do you hear me?"

The petite brown-skinned girl hastily nodded her head and took a hold of his cock muffling her cries with it. She shut her eyes when she felt the tip of the toy gliding across her folds. Then it rubbed on her clit in circular motions. After that the tip was inserted into her pussy and her walls clenched around it. Y/N lurched forward and lowered her head on his dick when Sanzu pushed the toy deep inside till it touched her cervix.

Sanzu laughs maniacally when the girl cried around his cock, and her hands gripped his thighs tightly. He slid the toy out then heartlessly pushed it back in. "That's it, that's right, keep sucking my dick you slut. Suck it while I fuck you with this dildo." He spits on her mound and listens to the wet sounds her pussy was making. "Damn do you hear that? Your pussy is fucking crying right now. She's begging for a cock to get in her ain't she?"

She gargled an incoherent reply to his question. She should feel embarrassed to be insulted like this. The way Sanzu was treating her like she was nothing. It made her even more excited for what was to come later.

"Hm! Mmmh! Hm!" She moans each time he thrusted the toy back and forth from her core. Her toes curled and she dug her nails into his thighs. Y/N relaxed her jaw around his dick and whines when she feels her walls clenching. She was getting close.

Sanzu notices her getting lazy and he pulls the toy out with a lewd "squelch" his narrowed eyes examining the dildo that was covered in her slick. He whispered, "Fuck would you look at that? Just covered in it. I knew you were going to cum too."

She felt robbed. She felt defeated. She felt delighted. Manjiro wouldn't deprive her of an orgasm, but Sanzu did, and that's is what makes this fun. Her dreadlocks are tugged on to force her head up from his dick and look up at him. She panted sticking out her tongue and her doe-like eyes unfocused. "Haruchiyo, please can you fuck me now? I've been a good girl haven't I?" She kisses the side of his cock and drags her tongue along the veins. "I've been, such, a good girl." She was kissing it in between her slurred words.

He scowled at her, nostrils flaring, and disagreed, "No you haven't. Bad girls don't get rewarded for being stupid bimbos like you."

"But I will be a good girl for you Haru. I promise," she whines, her hands pawing at his shirt and she sits upright on her knees. "I promise," her lips kiss on his jawline, her tongue sticking out to taste the light salty sweat on his pale skin.

Sanzu had an idea that came into his mind. He spat, "Fine! Only because I don't want to give myself blue balls." He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off discarding it to the side. He pushes the ottoman out of the center of the way and grabs Y/N by her waist pulling her forward to him. He positions her body to where she's got her back facing him and he's laying down on the white faux fur rug. "You want my dick inside of you so badly? Put it in yourself, I'm not going to fuck you like how you want me to."

He knew what would happen if she were to ride him like this. Without his support she would tire herself out easily and would be begging for him to fuck her. He couldn't help but smirk when she didn't seem to think over what would happen, instead she grabbed the base of his cock and slid her pussy down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She was so damn tight. Her pussy sounded lose from the dildo she was using, but with all that preparation, it didn't matter. Because she was gripping him like she was afraid to let him go. Sanzu releases a throaty groan when he's buried completely inside of her. His cock was definitely poking through her cervix and if she started moving-

"Shit!" He cried out when she lifted her hips and slammed herself down on him. His hands flew to her small waist squeezing it tightly to prevent himself from fucking up into her. "Ah fuck! Fuck!"

She rocked her hips side to side and lets out a soft coo, "Ah Haru~ Let me show you that I can be a good girl." She places her hands on the floor in front of her using that as leverage to fuck herself on his length.

Sanzu groans at the way his cock was appearing and disappearing into her heat. The way her folds fluttered around his cock sent a chill down his spine. Damn. Her pussy was coating his dick in her cream by the time she was speeding up and getting wild with it. The sounds of their skin slapping echoed within the four walls of the room.

"The way your cock feels inside of me Haru.. oh my god! I think I'm gonna cum! Your dick it's so big!"

His head tilts back when she slows down, eyes almost closing and he gets to feel her mushy walls stroking him. "F-Fuuuck..." he croaks out, jaw going slack. He could feel his face warming up. The blue-eyed man rubs his hands up and down on her waist. "You fucking like that huh? You like riding dick don't you?"

She nods her head earnestly, "Mhm! I like riding fat c-cocks like yours! Oh f-fuck!"

He sits up from the floor, his chest pressing against her back and he whispers into her ear. "You like riding cock you little cock slut? Look at you fucking yourself on my dick right now.. fuck... using me like I'm a damn toy." His hand slithers to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

A loud penetrating squeal left her lips when he played with it. She felt her body tense and an intense feeling crash through her body. The brown skinned girl's petite figure froze while impaled on Sanzu's dick for her to squirt out onto his hand. "Haru! Haru! Aah!"

Sanzu cackles when he feels her essence shower his thighs and most importantly his cock. He continues to rub on her clit stimulating her sensitive bud to encourage her to cum for him again. "We're not done yet slut, I still didn't get to cum." She then feels a hard slap on her ass cheek and the man growling, "Get back to riding my dick."

"Y-Yes Haru!" She gasped, before sliding Sanzu's cock out of her pussy then penetrating herself again with it. The brown-skinned girl arches her back and lets out a loud moan, "Fuck! I wanna ride your cock all day H-Haru! Oh my god!" She repeats the motions, whimpering when his tip abuses her cervix mercilessly. Her ass cheeks clapping on his thighs and recoiling like jello. She whines, "Feels so fucking good! Haruuuu~ ..So good! O-oh! Fuck!"

The ivory-skinned male took one glance at his dick and saw that a thick white ring had coated the base of it. The lewd sight of it in addition to the wet noises her pussy was making almost brought him to an orgasm. Had he not willed himself to hold back from doing it.

He starts to move his hips up when she lowers herself down on his dick. The combined motions from his strokes and her sinking down was damn near summoning another orgasm out of her. She was becoming overly stimulated with it. Her mind was turning into mush, her head becoming dizzy just from fucking herself on Sanzu's cock. The brown-skinned girl's thighs were gradually getting sore.

Just as Sanzu had predicted she was getting tired. Her pace slowing down and pussy clenching tight on his shaft. She stops altogether then laments to him about it, "Haru~ I can't go on. Pl-please fuck me, please!"

"Why the fuck not? What? Is your legs tired or something?" She nodded her head and hummed in agreement to him. Sanzu lets out a snort before he murmurs, "Lazy bitch," He pushes her off of his cock then grabs her by her wrists and bends her over the vanity mirror. He swats off the makeup she had been using onto the floor as he stands behind her. "All of that talk saying that you would be a good girl, begging me to stick my dick inside of you, and now you're giving up because you can't handle it?" Sanzu holds the base of his dick while sliding right back inside of her heat sheathing his dick in fully. He pulls her head by her hair, forcing her to look into the mirror with her brown eyes dazed. "Look at me while I fuck you."

He started pounding his hips forward into her pussy causing her to scream from how ruthless he fucked. She scrambles her hands onto the vanity mirror's surface, holding onto the sides of the mirror itself to steady her on her feet. She drips more of her cream on his shaft and to the floor in between her spread legs. Her eyes squeezed shut and it resulted in a hard spank on the ass from Sanzu.

"Don't close your fucking eyes, open them," when she didn't listen, Sanzu roughly snatches her chin and leans down to her face. He growls, "I said fucking open them." The wife of the boss sobs pathetically but opens her eyes and watches the right-hand man to her husband fuck into her pussy in the mirror. "That's right, fuck, take my fucking dick. Watch me ruin this fucking pussy, you dumb slut."

She had tears running down her pretty face and black wet trails of mascara underneath her eyes. Her lip gloss was no longer glossy because it had been rubbed off. She looked to be a disheveled mess. The wife purrs, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she thrusts her pussy back to his cock, her eyes rolling to the back of head. "...wanna be a good girl, 'm a good girl,"

Sanzu places both of his hands on either of her shoulders and jackhammered right into her sweet spot. He groans when he feels her tighten around his cock again then without warning squirts on his pelvis. He jerks by the abrupt force, and exclaims, "Oh fuck! Fuck, you just creamed on my dick again!"

She collapses on the surface of the vanity, her body going limp as Sanzu was assaulting her pussy to his liking. His breathing was becoming labored and erratic along with his thrusts turning into sloppy strokes. He had been holding onto his orgasm for a time since he was focused on turning his boss's beautiful wife into a dumbed out cock sleeve. It was successful since now the woman wasn't even speaking.

"'M gonna cum, gonna cum right into your pussy, shit," He tells her in a raspy voice.

His hips stop moving and remain still against the curve of her round ass. He lets out a low guttural sound when he spurts out his cum deep within the walls of her pussy. Sanzu rocks his hips back and forth to ensure that she's full to the brim with his cum. Then pulls his dick out once it softens. "Damn," he pants right after he witnesses a glob of his semen and her juices stream out from her puffy, wilting folds and on the carpeted floor. His thumb spreads her fold to the side, allowing for more of their mixture to fall out of her pussy.

Sanzu grins as he felt like a winner for turning the obedient, seemingly virtuous wife of his boss to a wearied out slut. His dark eyes admire the limp body in front of him. Then an idea pops into his deranged mind.

He turns to his discarded blazer and pulls out his phone. Without asking for her consent, not that he needed to anyways, Sanzu took a photo of Y/N from behind. The camera's lens zoomed in particularly on her ravaged cunt.

He assumed that by the time Manjiro returns that this thing between him and Y/N would be over. After all his king had said that he only gave him permission to fuck his wife while he was out of commission and he fulfilled his part. So why not have a picture of her fucked out petite body as a souvenir?

notes: so sorry that this took me a while to finish. i have been quite busy and distracted i will admit. my original plot was to have the reader basically say mikey's name while sanzu was fucking the everlasting shit out of her, but then i re-thought about it and got rid of that idea. i just hope i kept to the script that was in my head. anyways, im happy to finally have this one out of my drafts. remember to leave a comment telling me what you think!

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Hi! I'm honestly excited that tumblr recommended me a good blog for once. It's nice to see other trans ppl living their best life out here.

Anyway, I hope you don't mind a question, but I'm currently an undergrad and really interested in grad school. idk how applicable your experience would be since im a comp sci student, but what's it like in grad school? how accepting has it been of trans people for you? do you have any recommendations on what to do to increase the chance of getting in?

p.s. idk a ton about biochemistry or genetics, but i have a friend who's super into it (he's also planning on going to grad school for it lol), and I love hearing him talk about it. so I'm also curious as to what you're doing :o

Grad school is broken up into phases in my experience, which is dependent on institution and major. For me, year one is classes and rotations, the latter of which is 7 week trials in a lab of interest to get a feel for their work and the lab social and mentor environ. Classes generally compose discussing research techniques and recent publications, and test you on your ability to read research literature and understand it as well as propose follow up investigations. Year two is finishing classes and starting work on your thesis projects, as well as completing preliminary exams, which for biochem are written (grant proposal) and oral (ppt presentation of grant proposal). Year two has less classes than year one and your actual lab work dominates most of your time. Year 3, 4, and 5 are basically spent having a full time job as a senior lab researcher where you are expected to learn your local field well enough to come up with an idea and pursue it to discover or demonstrate something novel in the form of your thesis, as well as publish at least one paper on your work in the meantime.

My institution has not had any issues with trans ppl in my experience. I came out to my lab in Oct of 2023, and gradually to my classmates and the wider program over the following months. Administrative staff and professors have been very on the ball with my pronouns and chosen name, and our program recently got a new professor who is also a trans woman. I won't say which institution to reduce the amount i dox myself, but safe to say I'm content in regards to my treatment as a transgender person.

Getting into grad school usually requires demonstrated undergraduate research or a gap period of research employment after undergrad. I did some undergraduate work (though not strictly in my field) and a year of relevant employment after undergrad. 3 months into said employment I applied for grad school lol which was a little earlier than usually advised bc i hadn't been there long. (My post-bac PI was very demanding and restrictive so I wanted out ASAP). The main things grad schools are looking for is are you able to talk about research you're doing now, what research you want to do, and why you've chosen their institution. They want you to demonstrate you have an interest in researching topics they have professors willing to support, and also that you have the problem solving and data analysis skills to adequately perform research work and operate semi-independently. Having undergraduate or post-bac research that you can explain in detail why you did certain things, what the motivation is, what the goal is, etc is how you prove your worth to grad recruiters (who are usually professors looking for students).

My work is specifically focused on the use of short synthetic peptides to sense the activity of kinases, which regulate pathways in the human body related to growth, division, and apoptosis. When kinases are disregulated it causes various diseases, but it's hard to test drugs for many of these kinases bc there aren't effective monitors for their activity that don't get a lot of false positives due to overlapping signal pathways. The use of synthetic peptides with certain sequences gets around that issue of false positives, and they can be modified to provide information about how effectively a kinase is binding and interacting with the peptide, which would change under exposure to effective inhibitor drugs for those kinases. TL;DR I make little bits of protein to bind other broken proteins and tell me when they're turned on so other ppl can design drugs to turn them off.

Pls let me know if you have any further questions, I apologize that I don't know any comp-sci majors so this might be wildly inaccurate in some regards. XD

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ashes to ashes: chapter seven

pairing: loak x f!omatikaya reader

summary: as a healer, y/n had taken an oath to treat every patient with their best interests in mind. this hadn’t been a problem, until loak’s petty injuries become a routine. she has to swallow her pride and feign concern, feign kindness, and face the ugly hate that has been brewing between them for years.

tags: enemies to lovers, pining, best friend kiri, language, emotionally constipated loak, awkward loak, smut, they're literally obsessed with eachother, mentions of jealous loak if you read between the lines, mdni

word count: 3k

notes: since chapter one both characters have been written to be 19+ years of age. also this cold has me acting like a victorian child on my deathbed in the throes of a mild ailment. Also idk how to write smut so make of this what u will xoxo gossip girl

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billie bossa nova

love when it makes you lose your bearings / it might be more of an obsession / you better lock your phone / and look at me when you're alone / won't take a lot to get you goin' / i'm sorry if it's torture though / that heavy breathin' on the floor / i’m yours, i'm yours

nova – a star that suddenly increases its light output tremendously and then fades away to its former obscurity

you force your heart to steady, trying in vain to remain level-headed as loak’s breath fans your face. your eyes follow his lips as he speaks and stay trained on them well after they still. he smells faintly of pine and ember, and in that moment you were able to place why such a specific scent had always been your favourite. he had wedged his way into your life uncompromisingly, but you found yourself relying on him being there; right there, infront of you.

the adrenaline that had shot up his spine earlier was taken in stride, and he was drinking you in like you were the only person who could provide it. suddenly, he ripped his eyes off of you. this was becoming too friendly, too familiar, and it reminded him of the consequences. loak smiles halfheartedly and offers you a hand up, albeit a little more jumpy than he wished to present himself.

the spar was repeated several times before kiri’s muted swears were heard through dense bush. “what the fuck, you guys? you missed lunch,” her voice stuttered when her eyes fell on your face. you were smiling and at ease. in loak’s presence. she was taken aback for a second before putting her hands on her hips, satisfied as if the good-natured environment was her doing. “and why are you in the middle of buttfuck nowhere? let’s go.” she made a mental note to prod you with questions later.

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over the next few days, loak and you fell into a pattern of early morning training sessions. the dawn crept into the sky just as the two of you crept into the forest, eyes still bleary and unfocused. maiya had caught onto the new trend, and secretly approved. she thought loak to be a good and upstanding boy; he was preparing you to heal navi warriors directly on the battlefield, which she couldn’t deny was a sorely missed position over the years.

she smiled quietly to herself as you worked alongside her in the healing hut. you were covered in small scratches, but your shoulders were calm and you hummed a miscellaneous tune quietly to yourself. no more teeth grinding, no more shaky hands. still, she couldn't see the turmoil brewing in your chest all the same.

you were hunched over a small plate of teylu when loak shuffled into the hut, tinted rouge with spattered blood on his torso. he grunts a hello, making himself known to you and maiya. you frowned at his battered cheekbone, moving him towards the counter. he wasn’t speaking much, only leaning down to let you pat a wet cloth gently on his cheek. you often found yourself communicating wordlessly with him as of recent; it had proven itself handy when approaching a delicate pray.

as you wipe the wound, you realize that the blood isn’t his own; there is no gash, no tear nor scratch in the flesh. loak’s eyes remain locked on the crowded counter. when his mouth is shut, he appears more reserved, unsure of himself. he felt almost ashamed to have found his way back to this place after so many nights spent with sweat slicking his back and heated pants leaving his mouth as a shaky hand found its way under his sheets, you in mind, but a few odd hours every morning just wasn’t cutting it anymore. he had always been greedy when it came to you. you don’t say anything about his undamaged skin, aware of maiya’s heavy eyes on the interaction.

her thin lips parted, despite the united prayers that they would remain shut. “you have become quite good friends. never thought i’d live to see the day,” she announced. you fight to keep your hands steady against his cheek as you reply, knowing she’d retaliate with examples if you didn’t. “i guess you could say that.” at this point it would be weird not to consider loak a friend, but the label rang sour in your ears, and when you agreed with her claim you could feel him bite his cheek. “i’m glad. you two were always so similar.” loak had never actually spoken all that much to maiya, but he got the sense that she knew more of him than he had willingly revealed. he was almost sure she was teasing him like one would a rabbit with a carrot.

after a few minutes of wiping away at unscathed skin, maiya exited the hut in search of her own lunch. loak knew you weren’t a fool, the blood obviously wasn’t his. he could see that you had noticed it the second you began treating him. he braced himself for you to snatch your cupped hands away from his face and confront him with sharp words, but even after she had left you made no move; instead clenching your jaw and quietly dipping the cloth in water as you continued to work.

maybe he had gotten into a fight with someone who was left in worse condition, maybe he had been hunting, you didn’t know to whom the blood belonged. for now, you devoted your energy to ignoring the sticky warmth that was pooling in your abdomen at his proximity. progress had been made between loak and yourself over the week, and his steady breaths become more familiar than his unlevel, angry ones. as you wrung the cloth and brought it this time to loak’s chest, his ears fluttered and his breathing pattern became arbitrary.

you straighten your back, realizing he was probably uncomfortable with how you had been hunched towards him. even after allowing him space, his face was a bit more flushed than usual. was he sick? you frowned, beginning to think that the bloody appearance was a red herring.

loak was not doing good. he made a mistake by coming here. really, he could have just washed himself off in half the time, but he wasn’t thinking with his head when he approached you. to be fair, he knew it was a slow day and it’s not like there were half-dead warriors lined up outside the hut, but he was in way over his head. it wasn’t necessarily intentional to get in a fight with that guy. he didn’t even know his name, only recognizing him as the injured navi from his last visit here. it was in poor taste, but he had hoped his natural recklessness would provide an excuse to visit you; it could’ve been read as an accident borne of poor depth perception.

loak winced at the thought, it didn’t even sound convincing to him. at this, you backed up. “what, does it sting? because i know you’re not hurt.” point taken. “you caught me. it was a test,” he laughs dryly. you rest your weight back on the balls of your feet, huffing a small laugh. “wow, you’ve got the time for that? i haven’t been working you hard enough.” loak’s shoulders relax, now settling into the lazy conversation that he had gotten accustomed to having with you. he leans back on his hands, muscles shifting under his stomach. “hmm. you’ve gotta try harder than that, sevin.” the word slipped past his lips quicker than he could catch it, and his abs tensed in apprehension of your reaction.

you squint a little at him before abruptly throwing your head back and barking a laugh. his throat bobs as he watches the gentle movements in your own, repressing the urge to touch it with either his mouth or hands. he can’t do it. he’s simply not brave enough. or stupid enough. loak neglects the want clenching in his chest, instead continuing the conversation until maiya returns with her own plate of teylu.

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you were a little embarrassed how much loak’s nickname had an effect on you. it had caught you by surprise and played itself on repeat in your head of its own volition, heating your cheeks. as you walked alongside him under the sunrise, you were vigilant about maintaining a casual tone. still, you couldn’t help but stare at his back when he walked slightly ahead of you towards what had become your usual spot.

his braid swayed lightly with his steps, and his shoulders held a light sheen from the humidity of the woods. yes, he had kissed you before, but it was your understanding that it was to be mean. over the years you had found anger to be a natural pretense to excitement. it was as if the two of you had been egging eachother on until somebody broke, leaving the other to admit to defeat when giving in. the ultimate upper hand.

both of you had agreed it was a good morning for a spar. you found it to be a more natural way to work things out with eachother. neither of you acknowledged the fact that he was supposed to be teaching you how to hunt; you felt as if you were almost hunting eachother to a point that the lines had become blurred. and loak couldn’t deny your progress. after only a few attempts, you had him virtually smashed into the soft forest floor.

your knee was pressed into his chest and your hands were enclosed around each of his arms, comically petite against his biceps. he silently cursed himself for having taught you how to properly keep someone pinned down. his chin raised defiantly, eyes meeting your own vivid ones. your eyes looked completely predatorial, as they often did when you were sparring seriously with him. loak arched his back, commanding his head upwards as if he hadn’t just been completely demolished by you both in the lesson and in his scattered mind.

you give yourself a minute for your breath to even out, keeping your eyes trained on him all the while. you felt particularly proud of yourself for finally being able to keep him flush against the dirt, and it left your bones jittery. your mind felt melted and far away from your body; you watched a seemingly different person slowly loosen their hold and trail their fingers on his cool skin only the few inches that an accidental brush could provide. your eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated on him. slowly, loak sat up, cautiously touching your hips with light hands and bringing you to rest on his lap. it took a monstrous amount of restraint to do so gently.

his fingertips itched towards your body, stuttering and unsure. he was holding his breath, expecting you to chastise him at any given moment while silently begging for your approval. you were beginning to understand his expression, blatantly wearing the same heated proclamation of yearning on your own face. your earlier confidence had quickly left you sober and vulnerable under his hungry eyes. you desperately grasp for a last-minute escape, heart twisting as he began rubbing circles into your hips. "loak. you're being mean," you whisper, almost so quietly that you weren't sure he had heard it. it wasn't fair, how he held your heart in his hands. he pressed his lips into a thin line, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and following it with his eyes. "i'm not." so much time had been wasted fighting when it really just boiled down to a plea for the briefest touch.

he keeps his lips pursed, occupying himself with the hair he had just brushed out of your face. his eyes were locked on yours expectantly while his fingers fiddled with the ends. you tightly nod, once, and his restraint was gone. he sighs, shaky hands twisting into the hair at the base of your neck as he brings his lips up towards yours. his solid chest melted into your soft one, and he wasted no time before rolling his tongue into your mouth. you found yourself eager for his touch, bringing your hips down to move against his frantically while he bucked up with mirrored urgency. as his hands tugged at your hair and chestpiece, yours relentlessly clawed at his loincloth. this time, there were no conflicting thoughts in your mind, only a carnivorous want. hadn't you waited long enough?

loak let out a broken gasp in your ear as you removed him from his loincloth, gripping his base firmly before drifting upwards at an agonizingly slow pace, spreading precum over the tip of his cock. it was experimental, but you could gather that he appreciated it when his slender fingers began to stumble drunkenly against your breasts. loak's mind was in a frenzy, manically devouring your every action with a newfound alertness and obsessing over the feeling of your body against his. he didn't know it was possible to want something so bad.

this was sufficiently ruining every wet dream he had ever had of you. now that he had you here, very bluntly handling his cock between your thighs, he wasn't ever going to let you leave. it was overwhelming, and loak suddenly felt overheated under your warm body. he earnestly pushed you against the ground, now towering over your figure. his mind was on autopilot at the sight of your blownout lips and bare chest. "sevin, sevin, sevin," he growled against your neck, arms wrapped around your waist. "you're not getting away this time. please." he almost sounded like he was in pain, too lazy to remove his lips from your neck as he slurred the words. you caged his torso with your thighs, trying fruitlessly to meet his midsection again. you went to great lengths to pant out, "i wasn't–wasn't planning on it."

loak moaned lowly against your collarbone, the sound vibrating throughout your whole body. he licked a stripe from there to your right breast before sucking the budded nipple into his mouth, shamelessly rutting into the ground at your string of moans. he wasn't a gentleman about it; leaving spit and bite marks there before dragging his lips to your left. loak's heavy fingertips travelled down your stomach and pushed your loincloth forcefully to the side, pressing the pad of his thumb into your clit in taunting, slow circles. he couldn't deny himself the opportunity to watch your face. his eyes were dazed, but he swore he wouldn't forget the way your brows knitted and your lips parted as he brushed a finger against your entrance. loak let out a light breath, lips lilting into a cheeky smile before finding yours.

"keep your eyes open, sevin. or i'll stop." an obvious bluff, but you weren't willing to risk it. your lashes fluttered against his cheek as your slick tongue greeted his once more. you were both so drunk on eachother that the kiss was mostly just you moaning into eachother's mouths. despite his present euphoria, loak was not a patient man. he decided he had waited enough. he plunged two fingers inside of you, pumping slowly, dark eyes trained on your reaction. he knew you better than you had given him credit for; words were scarcely necessary, and piecing together a sentence right now seemed insurmountable.

his fingers were much longer and thicker than your own, and as he waited for you to adjust he pressed up against your walls with maddening pressure, tongue lazily licking into your mouth. you were essentially at your breaking point, and give always implied take. your hands blindly groped at his chest, indiscreetly tumbling downwards to his hips. given the awkward angle, you had to put all your strength into pulling him towards you. the swollen tip of his cock bumped against your inner thigh, and he detached his lips from yours with a string of saliva following along. "fuck!" he shouted, squeezing his eyes shut. he rested his forehead on your chest, groaning quietly and burying his fingers deeper in you. loak curled them upwards and began massaging the spot before adding a third one. in response, you dug your nails into his shoulders and came with his name on your lips like a prayer.

suddenly, loak ripped his fingers out of you, sliding them down to sloppily grip at your thigh for a moment to stabilize himself. he may have been seeing double at this point. you gasped at the emptiness, and your eyes began to swell with frustration. his shaky arms shielded your face from the forest, selfishly keeping you for his eyes only. loaks eyes were dark and devouring, and he clenched his jaw in an attempt to restrain himself from coming right in that moment. "i want all of you, y/n. let me have you." a wet laugh tumbled past your lips, hands moving upwards to rest on the nape of his neck. "rock my world." it wasn't perfect; your voice cracked from its seldom usage, and the joke was dry, but you were smiling all toothy at him and your honeyed eyes were filled with trust.

with little warning, loak pressed his entire cock into you, not stopping when he bottomed out. his hips were clumsy and stuttered, and the pace he had set was brutal, but it seemed to be right up your alley. your breasts jumped with each thrust, and he had a hard grip on your waist, pulling you down. it was unforgivable, how little you were able to control. half-conscious, you claw at his back and whined into his neck.

loak pressed into you four or five times before you were spent, and there were two more before he was in the same position. he frequented gorey battlefields, often stood between flying bullets and his own village, but to him the biggest challenge was ripping himself out of your heat before coming on your abdomen.

your glazed eyes cleared first, mind quickly catching up to what had happened in the past several minutes. when you gently brushed your fingertips against loak's ribs, he obediently turned to face you. you could see his brain shortcircuiting. and it was then that you decided you weren't that gracious of a woman. you were selfish, greedy, and uncharitable when it came to him.

"same time next week?"

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