#... and that's why I picked this scene: the closeness. the intimacy.

[slasherhaven]

Slashers with a significant other who is a cam girl and wants them to be in one of their videos? 💃

2 posts in 2 days who do I think I am? See ya'll in a year! /j

CW: NSFW

You do Cam Work and Ask the Slashers to be in your Videos:

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is pretty conservative when it come to sex and such, but he's come around to your cam work, especially since you let him help with the details.

You like when he picks what you were or what scene you might do. You made Thomas feel like a part of it and that made him comfortable with it.

Still, he's very surprised when you ask if he wants to do a video with you. He refuses immediately and you respect that.

You ask again a while later but with more details. Like nobody would know who he was, you would keep his face out of the shot, and the two of you will do whatever he is comfortable with.

Your first video with him is of you riding him. His head isn't in the shot but the rest of his frame is. The size difference goes hard and your audience agrees.

Thomas is a flustered mess when you sit to read with comments with him. Everyone is talking about the new man in your video, gushing about how big he is and how attentive he is. Even with his size it seems your audience could sense his gentle soul, commenting on the chemistry you both have and how they would love to see him again!

Thanks to all the lovely comments, Thomas agrees to do another video even if he doesn't see himself putting his face on camera any time soon.

Michael Myers

Michael honestly does not care that you do cam work.

When you first ask him to be in a video, he pretty much ignores it.

But when you ask again some time later he doesn't see why not.

As long as his face isn't in the video or anything, you can film it, he doesn't really care.

The videos you make with him afterwards are pretty similar to your first video with him.

Usually you bent over while Michael fucks you to tears.

Michael is barely in the shot most of the time. Sometimes it just a close up on you, other times it includes Michael but only ever getting at high as his chest.

Everyone is obsessed with your mystery man. Where did he come from? What was that scar from? Can we see more of him please!!!

Jason Voorhees

We all know that Jason's comfort levels with sex is extremely low and it takes a while for him to become comfortable with physical intimacy. So cam work is certainly going to take some time for him to come around to.

And once he's become more comfortable with that, it's going to take a whole lot longer before he feels comfortable being in a video.

When he does decide to give it a go, he is a real hit!

He refuses to show his face on camera and you do whatever it takes to make sure he is as comfortable as possible.

Before Jason says you can use his name in videos and descriptions, your audience referred to him as 'the gentle giant', which is completely accurate!

No matter your usual content, Jason is nothing but gentle with you when he's in a video.

Brahms Heelshire

Watches your videos over and over again, he loves them. He'll watch you record them and watch them later once you've posted them. He can't get enough.

He's already got his pants off when you ask if he wants to be in one of your videos. You end up fucking even though you're not filming it.

He actually doesn't have much of a problem with having his face on camera. He's still a little insecure about his facial burns but you have alleviated most of that by this point.

And after the first video and he reads all those positive comments. Some are as horny for him as they are for you.

Fully embraces his new pornstar identity. He's insufferable.

He'll be in any video you want and your audience love watching you take care of your needy brat.

Bo Sinclair

Bo is in fully support of your work, it brings some money in and he gets to watch your videos. Even if his possessiveness still often gets the better of him. Whenever he reads comments of people praising you, Bo has an insatiable need to bend you over something just to prove a point.

Gets all cocky and arrogant when you ask if he wants to be in a video.

Needless to say, he agrees to do it.

And he takes to it pretty easily. He knows how to get all of his favourite reactions from you, how to get you pleading and begging for him, and he wants everyone watching to know.

Bo is arrogant and always smirking when the camera is on but it performs well.

He likes to how the camera and film himself entering you. He really does have a terrible ego.

Vincent Sinclair

It gets Vincent flustered, he could admit that, but he appreciates the artistic side of it all. It takes more effort and consideration than one might think!

He likes helping you get ready for a video and taking care of you afterwards.

He's hesitant when you first ask if he wants to be in a video. A part of him wants to do it with you but he's not confident enough in himself.

But he loves making you feel good and at this point he knows he's good at it, so he gives it a try. You can film them without posting them after all, like practise runs.

He may never show his face but he doesn't mind having his body on camera. Sometimes he even just hides his face with his hair instead of keeping his head out of the shot completely.

On Vincent's more self-conscious days, he'll film close ups of him fingering you instead.

He's very good with his hands and your audience agrees. They are very jealous of you.

Lester Sinclair

Lester is pretty neutral on your work, but of course he absolutely loves your videos.

He's mostly just surprised and flustered when you first ask if he wants to be in one of your videos. He thinks you're perfect so he understands why people would want to watch you, but he doesn't really see why people would want to watch him.

But he still agrees to it because he's your biggest supporter!!!

Your audience love the chemistry and intimacy between you both, leaving comments about how real your videos feel.

The videos that perform best are usually the ones where the two of you forgot you were even filming, just giggling together and enjoying each other. Lester gets all nervous and shy when the camera turns on, which is adorable, but forgetting that the camera is there really does help him perform better, the sweetheart.

Your audience love your more thought out and planned videos but appreciate the occasional more relaxed video with your sweet boyfriend.

Bubba Sawyer

Super flustered by your work but he's supportive.

Is super surprised and nervous when you ask if he wants to be in a video.

He agrees to give it a try once you explain that you can always delete it and nobody has to see it if he changes his mind or doesn't like it.

Bubba is just a big sweetie really, and you know just how to turn him into a squirming, blubbering mess.

And your audience love to watch you do it!

In later video's you do, you use the viewers' comments to fluster him even further. Using all the kindest and sweetest comments that say how lovely he is .

Come on, Bubs, they love you, they're being so nice. Why don't you say thank you?

Billy Lenz

Billy loves watching your videos and when you ask if he wants to be in a video with you, he is so excited!

He's completely down to make some home videos but he's a little unsure about putting it online for other people to see.

So you make it so his face isn't visible and let him watch the final edit before uploading it. He thinks it's so hot, he can't say no.

Honestly, you could do really well with just audios alone though. People will go wild for it. Billy unable to keep his mouth shut, all those desperate moans and whines and noises, the sticky wet slapping of skin. Honestly, a video element is just a bonus at this point.

And who gets off to the video the most? Billy obviously!

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa monitors your accounts anyway, even if you don't know it. He wants to know what you're posting and how people are responding. Don't want any bullies or trolls, right?

He's probably tried to manipulate you into suggesting it anyway.

He doesn't have much of a problem with your cam work, he's just a possessive bastard and would love to claim you in front of your entire audience.

The mask stays on!

Okay, he designs a new mask to avoid any chance of self criminalisation but whatever.

You two can make it big in BDSM communities.

Ties you up, blindfolds you, gags you. Whatever he feels like, but often seems to focus the camera on your reactions rather than on what he is doing to you. Studying his favourite little specimen.

Your audience already adored you of course, but they also love this new Dom you brought it.

There is no doubt as to who you belong to now.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Obviously Jesse has no problem with being on camera and he already has a pretty big ego, so he'll probably even wear the Chromeskull mask. It's his signature whether it's for his snuff films or your cam work.

Like Asa, you do absolute numbers in the BDSM community. Everyone is very pleased with his fully suited up, masked Dom that you brought in.

He already has his Chromeskull persona all fleshed out so he just brings that energy to your videos.

He's a sadistic Dom and you might have to upload an Aftercare video at some point just to reassure your more loyal audience that you're alright and always well taken care of afterwards.

Otis Driftwood

Is obviously a fan of your videos and isn't going to stop you from making them. You aren't actually fucking anyone else, so he's cool with it. And if he feels particularly jealous or possessive at some point, he knows he's the only one who can actually pin you down and have his way with you.

Oh yeah, he's down to make a few videos with you. He's probably got some old tapes of his own somewhere, long forgotten. He's not shy.

Says the filthiest shit, it kinda becomes his think on your platform.

Otis can be absolutely disgusting but, fortunately, there is an audience for that and they flood to your videos.

Calls you all sorts of names, asks you if you get off on knowing everyone is going to watch him fuck you. That everyone is going to see all the things you let him do to you.

Baby Firefly

Baby loves that you do cam work, she loves performing. She happily does your hair and makeup, she helps you pick out costumes and which toys you'll use in that video.

Hell, she's even filmed a video or two for you!

She's your number one supporter so of course she jumps on camera as soon as you ask if she wants to be in a video.

The two of you are all dolled up and she's magnetic, the audience love her as much as they love you.

The two of you are absolute menaces if you decide to do a livestream, pulling in huge donations because Baby is going to pout and taunt. Why should the two of you put on a show if they're not showing their appreciation properly?

Baby is the type to respond to very low donations with "it's alright, you can just say you're poor". She never promised to play nice and she just thinks you're worth more than that!!!

You end up apologising for her.

People are into it though.

Yautja (Predator)

Your mate doesn't quite get it but he's cool with it.

Is hard as soon as you ask if he wants to be in a video. Yautja's aren't very conservative or prudish when it comes to sex and nudity, so you weren't too surprised.

He loves the thought of taking you, of claiming you, and everyone knowing that you're his mate. That he's a worthy mate for you.

Even when he's a regular feature in your videos, he doesn't completely understand it, he just knows he's into it.

Everyone loves to watch you try to take him fully, the struggle, the determination, the satisfaction when you manage it.

You have cornered the Monster Fucker market. They don't know if it's real, if it's a very elaborate costume, or very realistic animation, either way they are eating it up.

All the other performers who use alien dildos and such are super jealous, obviously.

[midastouch013]

Exes And Stomach Flus

Based on this request

Summary: You just came back from a horrible date, so what happens when you hear your ex throwing up on you way back.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort. Self-loathing (N). Break ups. Throwing up. Sick Nat

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The echoes of a disastrous date reverberated in your mind as you trudged through the walls of the avengers compound. The evening had been a train wreck, courtesy of a pick-me chick whose incessant need for validation grated on your last nerve.

The terrible evening was a stark reminder of why you had distanced yourself from the dating scene in the first place. But even as you tried to push the memories aside, thoughts of Natasha flooded your mind, bringing with them the pain of your breakup.

It had been months since Natasha ended things, leaving you with more questions than answers. There were no explanations, no closure—just a void where your relationship had once thrived. In the aftermath, you had retreated from the avengers, fearing having to see her, seeking solace in solitude as you tried to heal the wounds she left on you.

And so when you reached Natasha's door, yours just 3 more down, you hesitated. Sighing heavily, ready to go to your room and drown your sorrows with a bottle of wine.

You, however, stopped when a muffled sound caught your attention—a retching, guttural sound that sent a pang of concern through you and before you knew it, against your better judgment, your hand was knocking softly on her door.

"Natasha?" you called out, pushing the door open cautiously. The bed had been abandoned but the bathroom lights glowed, and the sight that greeted you was unexpected, yet strangely familiar. There she was, Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow herself, hunched over the toilet, a ghost of her usual composed self. The sound of her sickness echoed in the room, stark against the backdrop of her vulnerability.

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. "Hey," you murmured softly, approaching her side. "Are you okay?"

"I'll survive," she said cold and abrupt, although the weakness showed clearly

And that made you falter, feeling like an intruder in her space. The pain of being near her, yet so far from the intimacy you once shared, threatened to overwhelm you. You considered leaving, seeking solace in the company of someone—anyone—but the sight of Natasha's vulnerability rooted you to the spot.

"Nat," you murmured softly, torn between your desire to help and the ache in your heart. "Do you want me to get Clint or someone else?"

You were sure she'd ask for Clint, Wanda at the least, but Natasha's response was immediate, a desperate plea that cut through the air like a knife, a stark contrast to the previous response. "Please, don't leave me," she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

"Nat-asha, I don't know if this is a good idea," you protested weakly, your heart torn between conflicting emotions.

And for the first time in the last few months, her eyes look up at yours with a silent plea in her eyes. A look you knew all too well—a silent request for comfort, for you to be there in her time of need.

Despite the turmoil within, your heart couldn't ignore the silent plea in Natasha's eyes, nor the desperation in her weakened voice as she begged you to stay.

“Please”

For what felt like an eternity, you battled with your own emotions, protesting weakly against the overwhelming urge to leave. But with each passing moment, Natasha's grip on your hand tightened, her silent plea resonating within you, until finally, with a heavy sigh, you relented.

"I'll stay," you whispered softly, the words barely above a breath, yet weighted with the depth of your emotions.

Natasha's relief was palpable, a flicker of gratitude shining in her eyes as she leaned into your touch. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the quiet of the room, the silence, not for long though, as she hunched over the toilet again.

As Natasha retched again, you winced in sympathy, a pang of sorrow tightening your chest. Without hesitation, you moved closer, your hand rubbing soothing circles on her back as she endured another wave of sickness.

"It's okay, Nat," you whispered softly, your voice a gentle reassurance in the midst of her distress. "I'm here. You're going to be okay."

Natasha's only response was a weak nod, her grip on your hand tightening as she struggled to regain her composure. Despite the pain etched on her features, there was a quiet determination in her eyes—a silent acknowledgment of your presence and the strength it brought her.

As the waves of nausea subsided, you helped Natasha to her feet, her body trembling with weakness. With careful movements, you guided her to the bathroom sink, supporting her as she rinsed her mouth and splashed water on her face.

"Can you stand?" you asked softly, concern lacing your voice, when you realised she had finished throwing up.

With a determined nod, Natasha attempted to rise, but her legs wobbled beneath her, threatening to give way. Without hesitation, you stepped forward, your arms wrapping around her waist to steady her.

"I've got you," you murmured reassuringly, your voice a gentle anchor in the sea of uncertainty.

Together, you guided Natasha to the sink, supporting her as she leaned against the counter. With trembling hands, you picked up the toothbrush, applying toothpaste with careful precision.

"Here, let me help," you offered, your touch gentle as you guided the brush along Natasha's teeth. With each stroke, you could feel the tension in her body easing, her breaths coming easier as the discomfort began to fade.

As you helped her rinse her mouth and splash water on her face, you couldn't help but marvel at the vulnerability she displayed—the quiet strength that lay beneath her fragile exterior. She'd only ever shown you this few months after you started dating, and that was after you had admitted that you loved her.

With Natasha leaning against you for support, you guided her to the bedroom, your movements slow and deliberate. You helped her change into fresh clothes, your touch a silent reassurance of your presence.

You settled Natasha into bed, ensuring she was comfortable before taking your place on the opposite side, leaving a significant space between you.Then, in the stillness, you heard what seemed to be a small sniffle, followed by another. And another. And soon enough the sound of Natasha's silent tears filled the room. 

As Natasha's tears fell and she let out her first sob, something she never does, only ever silently crying, your concern intensified, your heart pounding with worry. "Nat, what's wrong?" you asked, your voice soft but urgent, reaching out to touch her trembling shoulder that faced away from you.

She recoiled slightly, as if your touch startled her, before finally turning around and meeting your gaze with eyes brimming with pain. "You… you'll hate me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own cries.

Your brow furrowed in confusion, your own heartache mixing with concern for her. "Tasha, whatever it is, you can tell me," you urged gently, your voice tinged with worry.

“The reason-” she cracked, unsure of what to say, “The reason we broke up-” 

With a shaky breath, Natasha hesitated, her lips parting as if she struggled to find the right words. "It wasn’t you, it was me," she finally managed, her voice thick with emotion.

A surge of frustration and anger rose within you, the pain of her abrupt departure still fresh in your mind. "What do you mean, it's not me? You ended things without a word, Natasha!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling with emotion. "You left me without any explanation, and now you expect me to believe it's just you?"

As the words spilled from your lips, a torrent of hurt and betrayal and partially confused with why she was bringing it up in the first place, Natasha flinched, as if your words were a physical blow.

She let out a shaky breath.

"I felt unworthy… like all I could offer you was pain and darkness," she confessed, her voice trembling with self-condemnation. "I'm a monster, and you deserve so much more than that."

Natasha's confession struck you like a dagger, each syllable driving a wedge deeper into your heart. Your throat tightened with unshed tears as you listened to her unravel before you, her voice trembling with pain and anguish.

"I'm broken, Y/n," she choked out, her words a broken whisper against your chest. "I don't deserve your love... I don't deserve anyone's love."

Natasha's words hung heavy in the air, her words a painful echo of her inner turmoil, and you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. The weight of her self-loathing bore down on you like a crushing weight, threatening to break you more than you were by the breakup. And as she broke down before you, her sobs echoing in the darkness, you knew that you couldn't let her face this pain alone.

With sure hands, you quickly gathered her into your arms, pulling her into your chest despite the resistance in her movements. She pushed against you with all her strength, her cries of anguish muffled against your shoulder as she tried to push you away. But you held on, refusing to let go, your grip firm and unwavering as she struggled against you.

With each push, each desperate attempt to break free, your heart broke a little more, the pain of her rejection cutting deep into your soul. But you refused to give up, your love for her outweighing the ache in your heart. And so you held her close, whispering soothing words into her ear as she fought against you, her cries growing louder with each passing moment.

But slowly, oh so slowly, the resistance began to fade, her struggles growing weaker as the tears continued to fall. And as she finally collapsed against you, her body trembling with exhaustion, you held her close, your arms a silent refuge in the midst of the storm.

Gently, you brushed the tears from her cheeks, your touch tender as you cradled her close.

"Nat," you began softly, your voice a soothing balm in the darkness. "You're not everything you claim to be."

With a shaky breath, you launched into a heartfelt monologue, your words pouring forth much like the contents of her breakfast, lunch and dinner, a few moments prior

"You're not a monster, Nat," you asserted, your voice unwavering. "You're one of the bravest people I know. You escaped the Red Room, survived it. When Clint and I gave you a chance, you took it, you took it and never looked back. You're not broken—you're a survivor."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you continued, recounting the countless moments of humor and warmth that Natasha brought into your life. From her dry wit to her fierce loyalty, each trait painted a picture of a woman far far far away from the despicable figure she saw herself as.

"And let's not forget how you save millions of people, on a weekly basis" you added, a note of pride in your voice. "You risk your life all the time, from stopping bombs from detonating to fighting aliens conjured by gods, and because of you, countless lives were spared. That's not the mark of a monster—that's the mark of a hero."

"And don't even get me started on the cute things you do," you teased gently, a playful twinkle in your eye. "Like the way you scrunch up your nose when you're concentrating, or the way you pretend to hate it when I steal the last slice of pizza. Those quirks, they make you who you are. They make you human."

Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "Tasha, you deserve the world," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. 

"You in the months we were together made me the luckiest and happiest person in the world, just by being next to me. And no matter what lies in your past, no matter what mistakes you think you've made, I'll always see you for the incredible person you are."

Despite the tears still lingering in her eyes, Natasha couldn't help but chuckle at your words, a faint glimmer of light returning to her gaze.

Natasha's tear-stained eyes searched yours, a glimmer of hope flickering within them. "You really think so?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," you replied, your own voice filled with conviction. "As a matter of fact, I know so"

She gave you a small smile which didn't last long as her stomach lurched again and she was scrambling out, from under the covers.

As Natasha rushed up from the bed, the urgency in her movements palpable, you couldn't help but spring into action once more. Hurrying after her, you offered your support, holding back her hair as she retched into the toilet once more. The sound tore at your heart, a stark reminder of her vulnerability in this moment of weakness.

Once she had finished, you helped her back to bed, guiding her gently until she was settled against the pillows. As she leaned back against you, her breathing labored, a moment of vulnerability passed between you, her words hanging heavy in the air.

"I still love you," Natasha whispered softly, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the room.

You froze, her admission catching you off guard. "I… I just got back from a date," you stammered, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

The hurt flickered in Natasha's eyes, a guardedness settling over her features once more. With a determined look, she tried to sit up, as if preparing to distance herself once more.

But you couldn't let her, you wouldn't. Without hesitation, you reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "Nat, wait," you urged, your voice filled with urgency. "I'm… I'm still in love with you too."

And that seemed to click in her head as she relaxed in your arms again but a small tension lingered in the air, the weight of your admissions still hanging heavy between you. And, just as the silence threatened to become suffocating, you felt a spark of mischief flicker within you.

"Well, I suppose that's one way to get back with your ex," you quipped, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

Natasha's chuckle was music to your ears, a soft melody that chased away the lingering tension in the room. "I guess you're right," she replied, her voice laced with amusement, before adding. "I'd kiss you right now if my mouth didn't taste of puke."

The humor in her words caught you off guard, a burst of laughter bubbling up from deep within you. "Well, that's a mood killer if I ever heard one," you joked, the laughter easing the weight from your shoulders.

And so, a toothbrush and paste later, you finally got to kiss the ruby red lips of the love of your life again. Knowing that it only got better from this.

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[hiwofumi]

       𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭         

starring ⭒ kishibe ⭒ fem reader

tags ⭒ fluff ⭒ age gap ⭒ suggestive scenes ⭒ pet names (for kishibe: old man, dear) ⭒ size difference (reader is smaller than kishibe) ⭒ 1.7k words

note ⭒ started making the banner, had a breakdown, bon appétit 🫠 ⭒ big thank you to the dears @akicore and @blueparadis for beta reading!

𝟏 ︱ THE CONFESSION

“I like you.”

You’re seated next to him in the quiet of a meeting room when you blurt it out. He’s slouching over the wide table, tapping the surface with his fingers, a hair’s breadth of patience left. When he hears you, his fingers stop. Then he turns to you. “Why?”

He retains his lax expression. He’s noticed through your gestures—your habit of lacing your arm around his as you walk, your common act of sitting too close to him (like you are at present). Always him and no one else.

“I’m just an old man. You’re a charming young lady.” He adds.

“Give yourself some credit, old man,” you say, eyeing him casually, resting your cheek on your palm. “Sure, you’re rough around the edges, but I like that about you.”

He always thought your affection was platonic, a young devil hunter doting on her eldest senior. It didn’t necessarily help—if there was anyone who knew best what happened to the good ones, it was him.

He’s certain he won’t ask you to stop anytime soon, though.

“What do you say?” you ask.

“I say you’re crazy,” he responds.

“Is that a no?”

He deliberates as he gazes at you. “No. I like crazy.”

Intrigued by his answer, you reach for his scar, grazing it with the pads of your fingers. His thin beard scratches your palm. His fixed stare tells you he’s waiting for a motion.

The space between you recedes until your lips touch.

You know the taste of whisky and menthol cigarettes, but not when they came from his mouth. Not when he was written all over them.

They taste better like this.

When Makima walks in, you’re settled comfortably on his lap, and your lipstick smears the edges of his mouth. You both turn to her with alarm, the faces of two people caught.

“What’s this?” she smirks, then she turns to you. “I’m surprised. You never struck me as the antique type.”

𝟐 ︱ THE LIFE

When Kishibe was alone, he would come home late at night to inebriate or ​sleep his inebriation away. His apartment was empty whether he was in it or not; every space seemed cold and hollow, void of anything worthwhile. He refused to stick around for long periods of time.

Now it’s a dresser crowded with makeup products, a closet with nude-colored bras and panties, and a bathroom drain clogged with hair.

It’s also button-ups of contrasting sizes in the washer, big and small dress shoes in the genkan, and the empty side of the bed pleasantly filled.

He’s never felt warmer in his home.

“Eat your fruit, old man,” you lean over the armchair he sits in with a plate of sliced apples in your hand. You offer him a genial smile along with it.

His eyes reflect the motions of what’s on TV as he accepts the plate. “I don’t think you should keep calling me ‘old man,’”

You sit on one of the chair’s armrests. “How’s ‘baby’ sound?”

“Anything but that,” he says plainly, feeding the first piece of apple he picks up to you.

You chew loudly, uttering in between, “Master?”

“You’re not my student anymore,”

“Kishibe?”

“That’s just my name.”

“Hmm,” your tongue protrudes from your cheek. Then you tip your head toward him, “Dear?”

You see it in his pause: the slight curve of his lips, indicating you’ve hit the jackpot.

“I like that.”

𝟑 ︱ THE INTIMACY

“Oh dear,”

Your bare skin rubs against dark sheets as you shift sideways, your head throbbing, a soreness between your thighs. The air you’ve woken up to reeks of liquor and sin.

When you open your eyes, you’re greeted by the old scars on Kishibe’s broad back. He turns to face the ceiling with his eyes still closed, his gray hair sticking out at the sides. “What?” he asks groggily, another layer of gruffness to his voice; it was like that in the morning.

“Did we . . . ?”

His eyes flutter open. He looks down, raises your shared blanket to peek under it, then puts it back. “Looks like it.”

You groan and roll to the other side, facing away from him. “I can’t remember a thing,” you rub your face with your palms.

“I can remember some things,” he faces your side and shifts closer, wrapping his arm around your bare waist, pressing his front to your back. His chin rests on the crown of your head.

“Like what?” you put your hand over his as his fingers caress your stomach.

“Your pretty face,” he murmurs lowly. “Your pretty sounds.”

A breathy chuckle escapes your nose. “Was I good?”

His palm flattens on your stomach. Then it glides downward, to the middle of your thighs, leaving a streak of warmth in its wake. Your lungs feel compressed in your rib cage.

He lingers there, and your mind falls into a one-track state, absorbed in the bliss of his motions.

“So good,” he indulges in your mewls, presses himself to you further, and you squirm.

𝟒 ︱ THE FEAR

For the majority of his life, Kishibe had only seen people die, die, and die.

With you working in the same field, the thought of you joining those people inevitably crept into his mind. It’s another reason to drink, another reason to lie awake at night with a head full of troubles that drown out the sound of your light snoring.

You’re never out of his sight when you’re working together, and you’re never at peace when you’re not. Your cellphone has never received so many calls in one day.

One night, as he undresses on the edge of the bed after a day at work, you straddle his lap. You drape your arms around his shoulders, over his half-undone button-up, and regard him with a tender smile.

He shouldn’t be bothered when you’re a heavenly sight, but the thought creeps into his mind again. He could lose this smile through your line of work. He could lose this existence if you weren’t careful.

For once, he wears his heart on his sleeve. “I think you should resign.”

Your smile falls. There’s no returning from this.

He continues, “Don’t worry about supporting your family. I’ll take care of it.”

Your eyes cast down to his loose necktie. You take it between your fingers and rub the silk. You deliberate for several moments, and the longer he waits, the louder the thumping in his chest resounds.

You meet his eyes with resolve, smiling again. “No.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but you continue, “Look, I know I’m not as strong as you are. Nobody is. But I can take care of myse—”

“I know,” he interrupts. “I’m not saying you can’t. I just want you to—”

“Be safe?” you cup his cheeks, leaning closer until your noses brush. “I know, dear.”

He breathes you in. He notes the growth of your pupils before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I can’t lose ya.”

“You won’t,” you kiss him, too, and linger on his lips. “In fact, I’ll stick around for so long that you’ll get sick of me.”

His heart settles. In a wave of relief, he takes you into his arms and stands. He kneels on the bed, sets your head down on the pillow, and swallows you with his frame. “You’ll get sick of me first,”

𝟓 ︱ THE RESOLVE

“Do you wanna get married?”

Your eyes grow, then shift from the ceiling to set on him. You lie together in bed; sweat sheens his forehead, and his bare chest rises and falls rapidly, like yours. But he sounded calm when he asked, and he looks calm as you observe him.

He turns his head to you. “If I die, everything I own will be yours. I don’t have much, but I’d like you to have all of it.”

In your pensive silence, your breathing eases. You shift your body and face his side, propping your head up on one elbow. “You make it sound like you have to convince me to marry you.”

He replies with a semblance of hope, “Is that a yes?”

You hum in brief thought. “Do you have a ring?”

He pauses, then says, “Not at the moment.”

“Then no,” you switch sides curtly, facing your back to him. He saw it coming.

You meant it lightly. But the following night, as you drink with your colleagues, your several calls to him go unanswered.

Your beer glass sweats in your hand. You wonder if it has to do with your rejection, or worse: What if something’s happened?

Your anxiety branches out, multiplying thought after thought: Should I have accepted his proposal the first time? Was that his last chance to ask me? My last chance to say yes? Are his possessions ever going to be mine like he hoped?

Your colleagues watch you closely, wanting and attempting to assure you that he’s fine. But they know as well as you do that you can never tell.

Then gray hair sticks out of the curtains, a head lowered to fit into the doorframe, and the first pair of eyes he meets is yours.

You’re on the verge of tears with your phone pressed to your ear. You put it down abruptly. “Where the hell were you?”

He trudges toward you, to the end of the low table where you sit alone, and kneels at your side. “Are you drunk? Why are you crying?”

“You weren’t answering my calls,” you sob, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, looking down abashedly.

“I was getting you something,” his hand disappears under his coat. “It was hard to pick.”

He holds a small velvet box out to you and opens it, prompting a collective gasp from your colleagues. “Will you say yes this time?”

The ring matches his silver hair; its tiny stones adorning the sides of the center stone resemble the long scar on his cheek. Your glossy eyes reflect its luster, blurring with the spill of more tears. You nod at him.

Cheers rip through the silence of the room and disrupt the peace of the establishment. He slides the ring into your finger, presses a kiss to your hand, then your lips. “I’ll never leave your side.”

You sniff and smile against the brush of his thumbs under your wet eyes, the tender kiss he lays on your forehead. “I’ll take your word for it.”

network ⭒ @tokyometronetwork

[muleumpyo]

ChanBig inspired by the amazingly beautiful fic At the end of your fingertips, us by nubeazul on ao3 💕💕💕

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Chan asks, and it’s suddenly very obvious that it was not disappointment what he thought he saw in his expression. It was worry. Concern. There's a lump in Big's throat. He can't get any air in. “I didn't think it was important,” he says truthfully, his voice coming out in a whisper. Something flickers in Chan's expression, quick as lighting. It's gone before Big can pinpoint what it was. *** Or: Chan helps Big get dressed in the mornings. Big tries to pretend he feels normal about that.

Below the cut, the scene from the fic that inspired this:

Chan takes a step back, looks him up and down, and frowns.

“Where is it?” he asks, his eyes wandering around the room.

“Where is what, sir?” Big says, confused.

“Your—ah, there."

Big doesn’t fully understand what he’s talking about until he sees him walk up to his bedside table and pick up the hair band he left there last night.

And then, because apparently the universe has a twisted sense of humor, Chan gestures to the bed, and says, “Sit.”

That can’t mean what Big thinks it means.

“Sir, there’s no need—”

“Big,” Chan cuts in, his voice carrying a bit more weight this time. It makes Big straighten his spine immediately. “Sit.”

And Big can’t say no. If Chan asks him to give a logical explanation, he won't be able to. It's not an option, after all, to say that he’s afraid that if Chan stands too close, if his touch lingers for too long, he’ll be able to somehow read between the cracked lines of Big’s practiced expression and see all his hidden truths lying there, bare and breakable and weak.

Before his eyes betray him, Big ducks his head in a nod and does as he’s told. He sits down and turns to face the bed’s headboard, keeping his eyes fixed on the wall and keenly aware of Chan’s presence as he moves to stand behind him.

“Has anyone told you you can be absurdly stubborn?” Chan asks, right before his fingers begin threading through Big’s hair.

Big closes his eyes against the sensation, willing himself not to lean into the touch and locking his muscles to stay still.

“Not recently,” he answers truthfully, and hears Chan huff a short laugh behind him. He ignores the way that sound makes him immediately want to smile back.

“I’m glad I remedied that situation,” Chan quips back, and Big is glad he can’t see him roll his eyes in response.

When Chan's hands fall away, Big misses his touch immediately. But he doesn’t get much time to process that, because Chan walks around to stand in front of him and Big has no choice but to look up and meet his eyes.

Chan seems to be assessing his work and, after a few seconds, he nods, seemingly satisfied.

And then—

Then he's reaching out, gently grabbing a loose lock of hair that sprang free from Big's ponytail to slowly place it behind his ear.

The intimacy of the gesture makes Big’s breath stutter; it catches in his throat and, in the silence of the early morning, it seems to resonate loudly in the room.

The moment must last only a second but is more than enough for a clear image to cross his mind: Chan’s touch, lingering, and him turning his face to place a kiss to the center of Chan’s palm in response.

[nalyra-dreaming]

I enjoy your blog and I’m not trying to be argumentative; just some friendly debate, but I notice you and Virginia both frequently reduce the entire Antoinette ordeal to Louis’ feeding habits and Lestat’s need for attention and adoration. Don’t you think Lestat had to have at least a little love for Antoinette? He had to love her on some level not to kill her right off the bat. This is apparent in the scene before Louis is playing cards before Doris tells him Jonah is there, Lestat is standing up close to the stage, completely entranced watching Antoinette perform like there is no one else in the room. Louis isn’t even present to make jealous. He slept with her and didn't kill her before Loustat was having serious problems like lack of intimacy. He stayed with her just as long as he stayed with Louis. I’m sorry, but I don’t think that man ever had any intention of being in a monogamous relationship.

Hey nonny!

(All good, you can be argumentative, as long as you're kind it's all fine, I just won't accept hate or insults anymore^^, hope that makes sense! Also, I really don't see that as argumentative^^)

I think @virginiaisforvampires and I just ... shorten the Antoinette discussion at times (by now) because it's been... a theme.

Like, the fandom latched onto the jealousy angle so massively, the asks wrt her were so numerous, the human cheating AUs on Ao3 so prevalent... the vampiric aspect seems to be often overlooked.

I think you're referring to my ask with the open relationship?

Because of course Antoinette was more.

(this is long, so the rest under the cut:)

She became more when he did not kill her as a feeding fling. (And I still stand by the fact that they must have had a lot of feeding flings, for example Louis is not really taken aback by soldiers in their bedroom - the same bedroom he gets so sharp about with Antoinette, which is another detail.)

So yes, Lestat apparently slept with her and didn't kill her. We don't get to see it, but it is insinuated.

But there is a lot more to Antoinette, and that is why some think she might show up again later. I am not sure if you're familiar with "the musician" from IWTV, "Antoine" from the later books?

Let me recap:

In IWTV we have the unnamed "musician". Louis never bothers to find out his name, even though it is clear that Lestat turns him. That unnamed musician then gets into the crossfire of Claudia's attempt on Lestat's life, and Louis... forgets about him. But he did know about him from the beginning:

"Lestat had a musician friend in the Rue Dumaine. We had seen him at a recital in the home of a Madame LeClair, who lived there also, which was at that time an extremely fashionable street; and this Madame LeClair, with whom Lestat was also occasionally amusing himself, had found the musician a room in another mansion nearby, where Lestat visited him often. I told you he played with his victims, made friends with them, seduced them into trusting and liking him, even loving him, before he killed. So he apparently played with this young boy, though it had gone on longer than any other such friendship I had ever observed." [..] "I could not tell whether he had actually become fond of a mortal in spite of himself or was simply moving towards a particularly grand betrayal and cruelty. Several times he’d indicated to Claudia and me that he was headed out to kill the boy directly, but he had not. And, of course, I never asked him what he felt because it wasn’t worth the great uproar my question would have produced. Lestat entranced with a mortal! He probably would have destroyed the parlor furniture in a rage."

(Interesting tidbit about the rage, which they picked up for the show!)

Louis even encounters Antoine, has a bit of a discussion with him after the initial attack on Lestat:

‘What is it?’ I asked him. ‘What did you need from him? I’m sure he would want me to...’ “ ‘He was my friend!’ He turned on me suddenly, his voice dropping with repressed outrage.

This last bit is important, for the later books, most importantly for "Prince Lestat", which we know Rolin takes from. Because in that book, in chapter 7, we find out what happened to "the musician", Antoine, after that fateful night, when Rue Royale burned (in the book).

Because Antoine did not burn to death (in the show, likely: Louis and Claudia did not know to scatter the ashes), and he survives, hideously burned, needing decades to heal. Lestat reunites with him before he chases after Louis and Claudia (to Europe).

When Antoine later tells of his own story, he says this:

“He was my friend, Lestat,” Antoine confessed. “He told me about his lover, Nicolas, who had been a violinist. He said he couldn’t speak his heart to his little family, to Louis or Claudia, that they would laugh at him. So he spoke his heart only to me.”

There is a LOT in that little paragraph. A lot that fits with what we know from the show, too.

Louis (in the show) tells of Lestat saying that "Antoinette fortifies him against them". Antoinette became more than a passing interest, a passing feeding fling, true, because Lestat can confide in her, can be himself with her, especially later, when things between him and Louis take on a strain. But he never leaves Louis, and I think that is often overlooked - (s)he was never a real threat to Louis, nor Claudia. Lestat left Antoine behind when he goes after them, to try to save them.

Louis on the show makes it seem as if Antoinette was that major threat. And the show (of course^^), sharpened that threat by making Antoine a woman, a white woman, whose very presence represented what Louis could not be in their relationship at the time, namely an official partner.

Louis uses the focus on Antoinette and what she represents to overshadow other things that coincide with the affair. He does the same later, when they are threatened, to shift the focus to Lestat's paranoia. It's clever, because it's built on truth, a "look at my right hand, not at my left" approach. But the real story is much more difficult than that.

And I think that goes for Antoine(tte) as well.

Since Rolin is specifically taking from "Prince Lestat" as well there is no way in hell he has somehow missed reading chapter 7, or has missed Antoine in the later books/chapters.

I for one wouldn't be surprised if she shows up at the trial - or in Dubai. Maybe she's that interior designer, who knows that Louis is missing the natural world....

I don't know. We'll see. But I doubt that the jealousy angle is all there is to it. There are too many discrepancies, even down to the make-up they used for her (which is its own meta). Lestat may have very well loved her, albeit differently than he loves Louis.

As for the monogamous relationship(s)...

Nonny, forgive me, but these are not humans. They are vampires.

They hunt, and kill humans, for food and pleasure. They play with their food, like other predators in our world do, too. They are also inherently hedonistic, looking for pleasure. (Maybe) Especially Lestat is trying to drown himself in the pleasurable things at times, for reasons that the show will still get to. Since the show explicitly added sex to the mix that desire is of course expressed in the hunt for pleasure, too.

But totally apart from "food", and sex... these vampires are a mess, relationship-wise.

When Lestat and Louis are "married" in the later books as Jacob calls it (I bet they'll make that literal in the show^^), that doesn't mean that they don't still love others. Have loved others. Will love others. They are beyond the need to narrow down their love though. And they are "official partners" then.

But it's... a knot of relationships and history.

Some of these people are truly immortal. Like, can not be killed anymore.

Imagine living with that fact (it maybe most famously sends Lestat reeling in "The tale of the Body Thief", for example).

Imagine loving with that fact. Imagine having the time.

[heartkyeom]

perfect timing

chwe hansol x gn!reader

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tag list: @weakforsvt @junhui-recs @rasparagus @just-here-to-read-01 @baekhyunstruly @enhacolor @yourfavoritefreakyhan @todorokiskitten

warnings: best friends to lovers, mentions of female anatomy, oral sex

notes: hi remember that valentine's thing I made y'all vote on? yeah this is that! this is two weeks late but ... she's still cute! I hope you enjoy it

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Vernon mumbles.

“You paused the movie,” You smack his chest lightly before turning your head back to face the screen.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” He chuckles and finds the remote on his side of the couch and unpauses it quickly. 

You were both typically able to keep your annual Valentine’s Day movie nights lighthearted, and tonight was no different. You would both choose an iconic romantic comedy to watch with tons of snacks and, as you got older, plenty of alcohol to help you process the absurd plot lines and outdated jokes. 

For years, it helped distract the both of you from the suffocating corniness of the holiday. It originated as a way to forget your high school exes that managed to break both of your hearts right before Valentine’s Day in junior year. 

Now, it serves as a chance to set aside your responsibilities to spend quality time with each other. 

As the movie crawls on, you both get progressively more drunk until you’re only paying attention to each other. 

You’ve somehow sat yourself on his lap, pulled against his chest with his arms wrapped around your middle. 

The sensation of his fingers rubbing against your hand with his breath lightly fanning your neck leaves you far more relaxed than you originally intended. 

“Fuck,” You breathe out, eyes fluttering shut. 

“You ok?” That raspy voice of his doesn’t help at all, sending butterflies straight to the pit of your stomach.

It’s moments like this where you’re certain that you’re in love with your best friend. 

You can avoid confronting those feelings most times when you’re not thinking too hard about it, but when you remember the intimacy that’s worked its way into your relationship over the years, it becomes hard to ignore.

You’ve cuddled with him endless times, but this feels unlike anything you’ve done before. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You shake your head to attempt to force the thought out of your mind. 

“Doesn’t sound like it,” He scoffs. 

“The movie’s almost over, we can talk about it then,” You deflect once again.

“Okay,” You’re grateful that he leaves it alone, focusing his attention back to the screen. You weren’t exactly lying, you knew there were only a few scenes left even in your intoxicated state. 

The final kiss plays on screen and your cheeks burn in embarrassment. You were so close to admitting the truth that it almost left you feeling sick. 

Once the credits roll, he pauses the movie and calls your attention with a gentle hand on your hip. You reluctantly turn around in his grasp and he immediately picks up on your discomfort. 

“It’s okay, love. It’s just me,” His voice lowers to invite you to share. His eyes are so forgiving, that nickname was reserved only for the moments where he needed to be vulnerable with you. 

“I love you,” You say it without thinking. His face remains unchanged.

“I love you too, what’s the matter?” He asks, slightly oblivious to your tone of voice.

“No, Vernon, I love you,” You emphasize quietly, “and I have for a long time.”

“Oh,” He goes quiet. You’re always nervous watching Vernon contemplate his thoughts. He’s always been quite expressive, so seeing him process your statement starts to plant seeds of doubt in your mind.

It’s worse knowing that he’s tipsy as well, but it doesn’t seem to impact his train of thought very much when he locks eyes with you.

“Well, I really love you too,” He offers his hand to you, you grab it without hesitating. He fights a smile, but gives in once he sees your reaction, a mix of surprise and relief that he finds incredibly endearing. 

 “I didn’t think we’d ever get to tell each other that,” He avoids your eye contact with a short smile before looking at you again.

Of course, you’ve both said I love you to each other countless times, knowing that your love for each other has been evolving into something so distinct and fulfilling. It’s often unspeakable, laid out in spontaneous late night road trips, deep talks, holding each other accountable for your individual fuck ups, and countless other events that have kept your heart full.

“Me neither. Sorry it took me so long,” You admit sheepishly. 

“Well, you were brave enough to actually tell me, so don’t worry about it. I was probably just gonna die without saying anything.”

“Vernon, come on,” You try to laugh it off with a playful hit to his chest.

“I’m serious,” He insists, adjusting you on his lap by tightening his grip on your waist ever so slightly. It’s as if your dynamic shifted in an instant.

“I just always figured there would be someone else for you,” He sighs. He wasn’t exactly wrong, seeing as you’ve been in multiple relationships since you’ve first met. Since the last one ended only a few months ago, you’ve finally come to terms with the fact that these people were merely a stand-in to avoid thinking about being with Vernon. 

“That’s fair, but I always wanted you,” You affirm.

“Always?”

“Yes, shockingly, even when you had that weird middle part,” You recall his old hairstyle to his chagrin.

“You’re so mean for bringing that up,” He laughs and traps you in his arms further, pulling you into his chest until you fall on top of him.

“I’m sorry,” You giggle uncontrollably and surrender to his hold, causing him to lay you flat against the couch underneath him. Your mutual tension leaves him hesitant to touch you, but his hands eventually cup your cheeks and it already leaves you flustered. 

Your breath hitches in your throat as he leans closer to your face, finally confronting you with the scene that you’ve dreamt of for ages. 

Vernon is going to kiss you and it’s completely real, the fanning of his breath against your lips brings you back to reality. 

You nudge your chin up slightly and it’s enough for him to close the gap between your lips, pressing against you gently. You can barely register it at first, but the taste of him leaves you breathless. 

You instinctively let him take the lead as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, gladly accepting him with a tilt of your head. He swallows the moans that you let out, absentmindedly moving his hand down until it settles underneath your shirt, resting on your breast. He gently rolls your nipple underneath his finger, forcing your head away from his mouth with a quiet whimper.

“Vernon, don’t tease,” You whine pathetically. He retreats his hand from underneath your shirt and chuckles at you.

“Feeling desperate, love?” He teases you yet again, rubbing your hip with a quiet ease. You can only nod and adjust yourself underneath him, your brain can barely catch up to the desire of your body.

“Let’s take care of that then.”

--

“Fuck, Vernon,” You moan wantonly, eyes falling shut at the sensation of his mouth on your clit. Your energy is steadily waning, but Vernon’s stamina has kept you in the saddle longer than you expected. 

Your escapades had made it to his bedroom, and he wasted no time spreading your legs open to access your dripping cunt. Your first orgasm was explosive, you held his head against your entrance despite how painfully good it felt. 

His tongue doesn’t hold back as it prods your entrance without stopping, giving you no time to pull back.

You can already feel your second orgasm building in your stomach, and you let yourself whine louder than before. 

He raises his head and moves his thumb to your clit, massaging it faster than you could process.  “Come on, baby, you can give me another one,” He mumbles, keeping his eyes focused between your thighs. 

“I’m so close,” You whine with a hint of exhaustion in your voice. Vernon senses the tension in your voice and places two fingers inside you without warning, forcing a guttural moan from the back of your throat.

He knew he had you right where he wanted you, his fingers working you open steadily while his other hand keeps your clit stimulated.

It’s a perfect storm, letting you whine louder and louder until you can’t stay quiet anymore.

“I’m gonna cum, please,” Your voice tapers off into a whine, you can barely focus on anything except the heat pooling between your legs and the sensation of Vernon’s touch against your skin. 

“Cum for me, beautiful,” He encourages you and it’s only a few more moments before you let go completely, cumming hard around his fingers as your back arches slightly off the bed. 

“Shit,” You slowly come to your senses and notice that Vernon is working you through your orgasm, fingers slowing down until you’re twitching underneath him.

You take a few deep breaths with your eyes closed before looking at him again. He seems willing to let you recover as long as possible, rubbing his hand gently on your thigh to slowly revive you.

“You were perfect,” He kisses the spot on your thigh that his hand has been protecting and slowly makes his way toward your face. 

“You think so?” Your brain is still foggy enough that you can only question your surroundings.

“Of course, you’re always perfect,” He seems nonchalant, but the way his fingers gently rub your cheek says otherwise. He’s fully lying next to you now, his head propped up by his hand. 

“Wanted you to fuck me, but I’m tired,” You rub your eyes as if to emphasize it and he helps you sit up, adjusting your pillow to prop your head up.

“We can do that tomorrow morning,” He giggles and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Promise?”

“I promise, now let’s get cleaned up, sleepyhead,” He eases you up completely off of the bed and leads you through your nighttime routine.

It’s different now, knowing how often he’s seen you do parts of it, but still knows the entire thing by heart and makes sure you don’t miss a single step. He finds your favorite shirt of his for you to wear to bed, internally knowing that his lingering scent will keep you relaxed. 

By the time you’re out of the bathroom, he’s made sure that you’re both completely sobered up. Once you’ve settled back into bed, you indulge him with some pillow talk that feels more natural than you expected.

Eventually, he lets you cuddle up to him before settling on his back. You’re nearly asleep when you hear him mumble into your ear.

“I love you.” 

You fall asleep knowing for certain that he’s the love of your life, and it’s not a question that the feeling is mutual.

[sailorblossoms]

(some stuff about the perception of Simon and sex and horniness)

I've hinted at this (and maybe have even just said it, can't remember) in the past but now I'm just gonna say bluntly it because well, I use this blog to rant, and who gives a shit, this is long enough nobody will pay attention to it anyway. (This rant is brought to you by "anyone can do whatever they want obviously but I can't help but wonder... do people think this is actually in character? why?”)

Canonically, Simon is horny. He shows high libido. Canonically, these things are centered on Baz. "Baz is the only person I have ever wanted," he thinks in the context of thinking about having sex. "Maybe I'm some kind of Baz-sexual," he says, in the context of thinking about sexual attraction ("Maybe I'm only sexually attracted to Baz," he's saying.) And sure, libido is a separate thing from attraction, but good ol' Simon still centers both things on Baz...

I have no idea where the idea Simon would be the type to sleep around comes from, or why that idea is more often associated him than Baz (which I have wondered when considering "people think character is hot and so the people just want to see character fuck" – a tale as old as time, which is something I get, as opposed to "this is in character," which I do not). To be clear: I don't have anything against characters who enjoy a life of slutdom, I think such characters can be very fun to read, ya boy here likes erotica novels, etc. My specific issue is that I don't get where the idea Simon is the type comes from, and when picking up everything he's putting down, it kinda feels like a disservice? Like we're taking someone who challenges expectations, who moved past them because they were limiting and insufficient to help him understand himself, and... confining him to certain expectations, anyway?

This is someone who's not even comfortable wearing pajamas outside of the room he shares with Baz (very telling, that). He's not the type to even go into the bathroom to masturbate (no appeal to it if you don't know what you're into or what type of touch you even tolerate, anyway). He's not someone who will be down to get naked (while fully conscious and willing) in front of someone he doesn't, at the very least, know and trust. His one sexual experience outside of Baz is described as something he didn't actually want to do, as something he felt he had to do because “that's just what happens” when you have been dating someone for a long time.

I know "character is good at sex" is a logical continuation to "I want to see hot character fuck" but the idea that Simon would be good at sex in general, based on what he does... would he, really? I mean, it's perfectly fine if he's not. He has no reason to be! He has never done anything without any sort of guidance. Simon shares "the talk" he had didn't cover the truly important things, and we see him discovering "the point" and appeal of sex (for him) with Baz in real time (as closeness and intimacy). "He's good with his hands" – personally, I don't think knowing how to incapacitate, decapitate, or break someone's neck would translate into "knows how to touch someone in a way that's even remotely pleasurable." I would think those type of touches require a different set of skills, but that's just me. I mean, if you think about it, Baz describes Simon's hands as "being everywhere" as in, Simon wants so much he can't decide how to touch him, but also, he doesn't even know how to touch him. Simon jumps Baz like an animal in heat (literally dry humping him in the library!). Sometimes, Baz can get aroused by Simon in spite of the way Simon touches him (because is Simon). Simon is so rough he's bashing Baz's head against a bookcase at some point, probably without realizing (which makes sense for a fighter who has only ever know how to touch violently) (also, some scenes have made me wonder whether Simon, in his eagerness and without realizing, is grabbing and biting and pushing hard enough that if Baz was a regular human, he probably would just find painful).

I think it makes the most sense that Simon would struggle like this. It makes him relatable! Sex starts to be good between Simon and Baz when they start communicating. Sex is good for Simon when he's pleasing Baz, which is also about Baz and his feelings for him, specifically. I don't know how that turned into "sex is good for him when he's pleasing someone, anyone" – those are very different things! That there are areas in his life where he cared about what others thought and wanted to fulfill expectations doesn't mean that would translate into the sexual area, there are other things that would factor into it. This is someone who never once thinks about his cock unless it's close to or in contact with Baz's person. The entirety of his desire, of sex being good or enjoyable for him, of wanting to please (linked to wanting to take care of/make Baz happy) is all centered on Baz. Simon ties desire and the appeal of sex to intimacy with the person he's in love with. There's nothing fucking casual about Simon when it comes to sex and romance, even before he properly identifies those feelings and who he actually has those feelings for. ("I think I'm going to marry the first person I've ever dated" – you couldn't get any further from "casual" with that shit, even if he didn't really believe it was going to happen because he thought he would die, which is also not casual). "But Simon doesn't think––" he thinks a whole fucking lot, actually! He avoids processing, but everything is already inside of him, waiting for him to have the tools to process it and understand it. It's already on his radar. That doesn't necessarily translate into "enjoying casual sex" either.

And then there's horniness. Being horny doesn't mean one would turn to sex. Simon is insanely horny, but not in general... he's horny for Baz. And even then, horniness didn't always mean he was trying to have sex with him, or that he even knew what he wanted to do with it. By awtwb he's very much jumping Baz in a sexual way when he's horny, but Simon literally tells you "when I was horny for Baz, I used to pick fights with him." Before getting together with Baz (and even when he's with him) trying to blow off steam for Simon meant going to activities that are not at all sexual. Perhaps practicing with his sword until he gets tired. Picking fights, as mentioned. Getting moody and irritable and bitchy. As I said, he's not the type to ever even felt comfortable masturbating (being sexual) before he's thinking about how much he wants to cum on Baz. This is a "going to a late night run" type of person, a "engage in a form of combat to not feel so stressed" type of person, not a "casual sex enjoyer" or "one night stands" type of person. He's way more likely to go out to pick fights with strangers than to try to pick up a stranger for literally anything else.

[anncanta]

We are adults. ‘Lucifer’ and ‘Dracula’

Once in the chat, discussing Dracula, I said that it would be nice to write a fanfic about Dracula running a nightclub in London. To which one of the participants answered me, ‘Darling, such a story already exists, it`s Lucifer.’ I shrugged my shoulders and forgot about it. And a few weeks ago I decided to watch the series finally.

I absolutely loved the first three seasons, it`s brilliant. Smart, funny, dramatic, elegant. Tom Ellis is very good. He and his play are my discovery of the year. But the most interesting thing about the series, for me, is what follows from its similarities and differences with Dracula.

The similarity of motives, plot, and even to some extent – genre is obvious. But the differences are more difficult. Although they lie on the surface, making you realize at some point why the series Lucifer had problems and why it was closed after the third season.

Why do I love Dracula? For many reasons, but one of the main ones is that this is a film for adults. And not only because the heroes are over forty and have problems, consistent with their age but also because it was written and played at an adult level. You see, the main female character of Lucifer at the beginning of the film is thirty-five years old, and Lucifer himself, by human standards, looks forty-something, but at the same time, they have teenage problems and relationships.

Well, a grown-up woman can`t, giggling, bat her eyes and say to a grown-up man, ‘This is a date, right? Oh, I don’t know…’ or at every hint of sexual or emotional intimacy, wave her hands and say that that`s not what she meant. When characters do this, it inevitably involves teenage context and – of course – teen romance clichés. I saw reviews that said, ‘How is it that Chloe doesn`t react to Lucifer`s power? What is this, teenage fan fiction?’ Yes. With such a heroine, this can only be a teenage fanfic. And combined with her age, it looks terrible.

This approach to the heroine logically gives rise to another teenage cliche: the ideal girl and the bad guy.

That`s why I love Dracula and the relationship between Dracula and Agatha so much. Agatha was never a good girl and never considered herself one. Her monastic habit in this sense is a mockery of herself (in the text) and a reminder to the authors that ‘not everyone is a monk who wears a hood.’ After all, when Agatha says Johnathan about priests who always survive, she speaks not only about one particular priest but about all of them. Including that priestess who sits in front of Harker.

Not only is Agatha not perfect, she`s clear from the start that she`s interested in dark forces, and she clearly has a checkered past. She enjoys communicating with Dracula and does not hide it. She does not purse her lips and does not pretend that she is unpleasant about one or another of his actions – if she is unpleasant, then she is unpleasant, and she speaks about it openly. Agatha does not try to behave ‘decently’. She doesn`t care about decorum.

Agatha lies to herself, but this is the lie of an adult who has been burned many times by her own ugly truth.

And what about Chloe? Nothing. Sweet, smart, right, with a hairstyle that makes her eyes pop out of her head, she walks back and forth with a gun and, living in Los Angeles and being a police officer and a former actress who starred in a movie with nude scenes, she is horrified that... the nightclub owner picked up the cigarette at the crime scene?

Don`t get me wrong. I love the beauty and the beast trope. I don`t like it being turned into a straight-A student/bad-boy relationship. Moreover, if the student has not read anything except the textbook and is mainly concerned with ensuring that no one thinks that she likes the bad guy. It`s disgusting.

I don`t know how they planned to build the plot in Lucifer and who came up with the love line itself. But this is clearly its weak point. Everything else in the first three seasons is just great. All the characters, without exception, are good. The way they communicate and work together is amazing. The way the divine beings settle down on earth and try to find themselves is brilliant. The world of the series itself, its internal state, atmosphere, are beautiful. Everything in it is in its place and everything is where it should be. Except Chloe. And that`s the problem.

I don`t know why this happened. I assume that because the authors could not decide on the genre and audience of the series. On the one hand, the theme and genre seem to be teenage – a comic book about the devil who ‘lights up’ Los Angeles. On the other hand, a story about a hero who goes on a journey in search of himself (and this is what lies at the heart of the plot) is not a teenage one. Teenagers are not searching for themselves. Teenagers trying to fit in. These are different things. And the discord is completed by the choice of actors for the main roles and the age category of most of the characters – over forty. If all this happened, roughly speaking, with heroes Bella Swan`s age and in a high school setting, then everything would be fine. And Chloe`s mental turmoil would not look idiotic, but consistent with the age and psychological norm.

It hurts. Really. Because there are several moments in the series that are incredibly beautiful and valuable regardless of everything else. The main character`s journey to himself, his sad and funny attempts to get rid of his father and his unwillingness to see how much he loves his father and depends on him and his opinion of himself, his devotion to his friends, their connection that exists despite everything and radiates light. The way the hero reveals his face is one of the most intimate scenes I have ever seen, and also that how he protects his beloved. This is wonderful.

But at the same time, the story, after dozens and dozens of episodes, came down to whether the heroes would sleep together. That`s not how it`s done. Perhaps I don`t understand something and perhaps my opinion will change over time, but now everything in me is protesting. I want an adult story to remain an adult story. Do I want too much?

Or maybe Steven Moffat just spoiled me.

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On The Hunt: When Nothing Is Right

Summary: 5.1k Alpha Steve x Little One. It is harder to deal with Steve after the wolves full moon run and you are sure to tell him so. T'Challa gathers everyone together to go after one of Ulysses camps after gaining some intel.

Warnings- Probably more pissed-off feelings towards Steve. (Will I ever be able to redeem him?) gunfire, explosions, blood and character death.

A/N- Thank you, I feel the need to say thank you over and over to the followers still hanging onto this series. I have been working on The Pack for about three years now and what a journey into storytelling it has been. I have loved and hated this series, I have cried over this series and I have celebrated this series in those years, just as I continue to do so behind the scenes. (You all the amount of times I have cried because of your comments... you don't even know.) What I have learned is that this didn't come out of just me pushing through this story alone. I have been picked up and brushed off so many times by you guys telling me to keep going, to keep telling their story. I am fucking GRATEFUL to all of you for just that. Another thank you to @readwithfrannybarnes for taking my messy drafts and working through them and often holding my hand when I am nervous as hell about what I just wrote. Thank you again to all of you for the likes, comments, and shares. Dividers made by the lovely @firefly-graphics As always- comments and shares mean the world to this series! Happy Howling! 🐺💙

Chapter Five / Masterlist

Steve didn’t want to leave, when he picked you up off the balcony's hard stone floor, you curved into him, your face tucking in against his neck and you sighed as if falling into a deeper sleep. He should have known the Alpha would seek you out on that night. Even though it made a war within his heart at being close to you, he couldn’t deny just how right it felt, the inner turmoil simmered to tolerable. Feeling you trust him like this made him whole for just a few minutes. 

It’s why he hated setting you down on your room's oversized bed, it didn’t escape his notice that it was easily made for more than one person. He tried not to pay attention to the scent of just you clinging to the sheets, but the Alpha did. 

Some dark part of him was pleased that you had never brought anyone back to your bed, let anyone into the nest that you would end up making soon, your heated scent was growing stronger. That was a space for mates, sharing it with anyone was intimacy on a whole other level. Steve knew you had every right to, he no longer had a claim to you. But he saw red when the panther's image came to mind was haunting him.

His hands eased you carefully onto the bed, his body aching at the feeling of you moving away from him. His hand flowed up the curve of your body, sinking into the sensation of you, filing it away as another memory of who he once had. The Alpha ached to curl around you, spoon behind you, and hold you. But Steve pulled away, letting his hand take one last touch, curving his palm around the back of your neck, his thumb brushing once against the bond scar before letting go to leave you in peace. 

He had already seen how having him near you stressed you out and he didn’t want to be the cause of that, it was torture to see you eye him warily as if he was about to attack.  

Steve thoroughly hated himself for it.

You whimpered softly in your sleep and Steve brushed his hand back on your neck, feeling you settle again in his touch. <She is days before her heat.> 

I know I wish I could help her. Steve hovered near you, trying to just walk away, knowing he should but it was so difficult. Every instinct in him screamed to stay, to curl back up with you and recover, fix that broken part of him that belonged to you.  

<We are here if she needs us.> His Wolf was so confident that Steve rolled his eyes at the beast's words, sensing that he was sure you would come to them. <Let’s go find her a gift. Our Little Wolf loves gifts. Something to let her know she is not alone.> 

Steve hesitated a moment, considering what it would mean to you if he left you something like he used to. Memories of little treasures scattered across his cabin made him smile, as well as wonder if they were still there. Feathers you found on the trails you used to run. Together you both had collected smooth stones and weathered wood that washed up on the beach. Steve would draw on dried mushroom caps off the trees in the logging lot, making you gasp at the small sketches he would gift you. You adored colored leaves from the fall that drifted down around the property, often making a game of snatching it from the air and marveling at the colors, making sure to keep a few that Steve purposely had framed to hang on the walls. Just that spring Sara was teaching you how to dry and press flowers. All those small tokens you scattered around the cabin, especially around the bedroom where the nest was made. It had been a safe haven for both of you, entwined together and talking about the future for yourselves and the Pack. 

And what should we bring her? 

<I know just the thing.>The Alpha excitedly exclaimed. Steve gave into him, one last look at you curled up in the bed before he let the shift take over, letting his beast take over once again that night, giving the Alpha the chance to tend his Little One. 

Steve was the one to return later, fully clothed now, and in his hand were smooth pebbles, tumbled in the river cutting through Wakanda. Something naturally beautiful for you while still sleeping peacefully. Careful he set the stones on the nightstand, knowing you would notice them when you woke up. 

The small colorful pebbles were still scattered around your room when you stormed out of your quarters, not even glancing to see if Steve’s door was ajar. 

You practically snarled on your way to the debriefing room. A young panther passed along a message that all of you were required immediately per T’Challa’s orders. Your snapping reply left him backing away and disappearing from sight. It was taking all you had to keep that anger at bay with your ex, refusing to acknowledge that it hurt more than it made you mad.

Steve wouldn’t mess with us, would he? 

The Little Wolf stirred, she was a whirlwind presence that made your fingers curl and jittery steps proceed you forward. She was just as wild feeling as you were at the moment. <Ask him if you want to know.> She snapped. 

You could tell she was mad and upset too, for different reasons. She and the Alpha had run together and waking up alone, still without her mate at her side was making her lash out, if you were shifted, it wouldn’t be hard to elicit a snarling attack from her. 

You sensed Steve before you saw him, turning the corner leading to where others were gathering in the large royal room, Steve and Bucky were talking quietly amongst themselves while walking ahead of you. You saw Steve tense a bit, his head tilting towards his shoulder and inhale, like he was seeking you out. 

Another thing to add to your list of why you were annoyed with Steve, always seeking you out. 

Bucky slipped into the room, but Steve stopped to hold the door open, his gaze softening when seeing you but you wouldn’t return it. Making worry and doubt cross his features. 

“Y/N..” He started a greeting but in passing, you bared your teeth at him with a warning growl. All of that hostility from you as your Little Wolf was currently revolting against you for warning him away. Clear blue eyes that were once so happy to see you flashed in alarm, widening in surprise as you stalked past him. 

Let the bastard wonder why I’m pissed. 

The Little Wolf huffed and her fur bristled at your words. You moved to Shuri’s side, the pantheress side-eyeing you a moment. “You okay? What did the big Neanderthal do?” 

You ignored her a moment, staring straight ahead, not wanting to answer her question. But you could feel her big inquiring eyes on you, knowing the girl was relentless in getting what she wanted. “He gave me a gift.” You finally relented and she gave a huff of disbelief. Finally, someone who got it. 

“A meager peace offering for how he disrupts your life with us? What made him even think you would want one.” 

Now was your time to squirm, your voice lowering. “Well, um… I might have run with him last night during the full moon.” That caused Shuri to narrow her eyes accusing you. “Okay, the Little Wolf did but you know… her and I are essentially the same so… I don’t fucking know Shuri. I am all confused by him. He comes here and willingly gets paired up to track with me. Why? After he insisted we couldn’t be mates anymore.” 

You could feel that overwhelming wave of questions, doubts, and pain start to build in your chest, making your Little Wolf forget her anger with a worried whine echoing in your mind. Shuri must have sensed it too cause she wrapped an arm over your shoulder in a brief hug, nuzzling briefly against your cheek with a rolling purr. “He is the dumbass who let the best part of him go, now let’s make him regret it.” She winked at you after giving a playful smack of her lips on your cheek, her gaze darting from you to the man across the room. 

The man who was now very red in the face and almost looked like he was ready to strangle someone, that gave you a slightly giddy rush that he would be jealous. Pan chose that moment to wrap his arm over your other shoulder, pining you effectively between the two panthers. 

“What are we whispering about?” He said conspirately while glancing around. 

“Dumb Alpha’s and why our Wolf here is better than them,” Shuri said triumphantly and Pan gave a solemn nod of agreement. 

“Wolf Alphas always seem so growly and pissed off.” He observed, his gaze flowing from Steve to Bucky, who was also glowering at everyone. You grinned and shrugged a bit. 

“They are like that to members outside of the pack, makes them look all big and scary.” Shuri gave a roll of her eyes and Pan gave a rumbling purr of a laugh. Already you were feeling better even if the Little Wolf was still pissed off at you. 

The room shifted attention when the queen entered, T’Challa right behind her. Both of their faces were serious, demanding every shifter’s attention. The chatter died down, all heads turning to the royals. “We located another camp from an anonymous tip, heavily armed and about to move the panthers and other shifters they have.” T’Challa’s gaze fell on you and then to the Alphas across the room. “They said they had some wolves in their possession. I figured you all would want in on this hunt to recover some other pack mates and help them return home.” 

You felt your Little Wolf perk up, her ears pricking and her demeanor shifted from giving you the cold shoulder to interest. Across the room, you could already see Steve and Bucky’s resolve. They would be hunting with the Panthers this time. 

<We have to Y/N, we can’t leave them there. You know what happens.> 

We are going Little Wolf, even if I have to do this with Steve. A satisfied snarl of anticipation echoed, making a cool calm readiness curl in your chest. We will bring them home. 

“Here you should find any equipment either of you might need. In fact, James I might have something you would be interested in.” T’Challa led Bucky away to show him some of Shuri’s specialties while Steve looked at the large assortment of gear that he knew Fury would love to have access to for any of the Commando groups Shield still had running. His gaze fell on various things that other panthers were plucking off the shelf to fit on. He would need something light to be able to move with speed into the camp, last time the chaos of the attack was swift. T’Challa wandered back over, his eyes roaming over the wall Steve was standing in front of. “Who will be hunting, you or your Alpha?”

“Since you already have the location, I will be in human form. I don’t know what shape the survivors are in. Seeing a large Alpha that may not be theirs might trigger them. At least like this, I can talk to them.” Steve said, picking up arm cuffs long enough to fit over his forearms. T’Challa nodded in approval as Steve fit them on, trying to see their purpose. 

“Fist your hand and give a push.” The King instructed and when Steve did, it activated the shield, flaring it out around his arms and clicking in place. At the end were sharp barbs, with the right punch, they would stab right into his opponent. 

“A weapon and a shield…” Steve admired the tool on his arms while T’Challa gave a nod to confirm it’s uses. 

“Another Shuri creation.” 

Steve made the motion again, sending the shields back to their compact shape. “Remind me to never upset her if this is the stuff she is coming up with.” 

T’Challa laughed softly with a nod. “She is a wildcat when someone crosses her. Excuse me, I must get ready myself. We are leaving in just a few.” 

Once again alone in the middle of the chaos of panthers, Steve went to find Bucky but instead came across you fitting yourself into a suit and facing away from him while you worked on zipping up the back of your suit. 

It stunned Steve for a moment, watching you gear yourself up to go to battle. He had seen you plenty of times preparing for a fight, but to watch you gear up, various weapons stashed on you, the kevlar layering against your form to protect your most vulnerable places, it made him gulp, his cheeks heating and swirls of arousal peak all his senses as well as that knot of worry that he always had when you were in any possible danger. The Alpha was prominent in his mind, feeding at feelings of want and need in him. The snap of your head had you looking at him over your shoulder and your gaze darkened on him. <She’s pissed.>

Oh fuck. 

“What do you want?” You grabbed at your wristlets, fitting them back on.

“I was just looking for Bucky.” Steve was soft with his words, trying to feel out why you were even more angry at him. “I’m sorry… if running with me last night…” 

You growled and his mouth snapped shut. “I called you remember, or the Little Wolf did and you answered. Why would I be mad about that Steve.” 

“Because you are snapping at me like you want to rip my throat out.” His temper briefly flaring as your anger was coming off you in waves. 

That was it, he could see the way you pivoted to face him with bared teeth and the tip of your nose wrinkled, mimicking a snarling wolf. Although shorter than him, you seemed to draw yourself up to his height. “I’m upset because you left me pebbles.” The panthers around you two threw cautious looks at one another while retreating enough to give the illusion of space. “A gift Steve, you went and found me something that you know I would really love and want to keep.” 

Steve stammered out. “Yeah, I thought you would like it Litt- Y/N.” 

“That, right there.” You pointed at him, your finger plowing right against his muscular chest. “You want us to be separated, but you still bring me gifts, catch yourself calling me Little One, coming here and disrupting everything I built to recover, Steve. I am recovering from you and you are just all right here, right in front of me pretending we’re good friends and nothing more with your words, but your actions are just what they were when we were mated. No. No, that’s not going to work for me. You can’t treat me like that and then say something different.” Your voice rose higher. “So stop it. We are not mates, you made that fucking clear the day you cut ties with me. Stop trying to still be, because this half-in, half-out game isn’t going to be tolerated.” You stepped back away from him, putting space between you two. 

Steve felt it all, your words were laced with pain and sadness under all that anger. Everything he caused to you and was still doing by being here. Everything in him hated what he had done, how he hurt you and he didn’t know how to fix it for you. “Y/N…” He started, trying to find the words to tell you that you were right, he was struggling to let you go. 

“Don’t say anything Steve, you can’t fix it with words.” You stepped around him, leaving him alone with your final statement while you joined the others heading out of the building. 

Bucky stepped into the room once it vacated, approaching his Alpha cautiously. Steve was doing everything in his power to keep from chasing after you, beg for your forgiveness. He would never forget the pain in your eyes that he put there.

<We did that…> 

I did, you never wanted to break the bond… I cut her off and now she is struggling. 

The Alpha was torn, wanting to take care of you and being told no. <She is moving on without us.> 

That’s what happens when you cut bonds. 

 “Hey… you up for doing this?” Bucky asked and Steve seemed to snap out of it, his tone turning into his Alpha commands. 

“We don’t stop till the mission is finished.” 

Can you hear me brotha? Shuri’s voice sounded in all your ears, her drone high above the camp.They are scurrying. You all maybe have ten minutes before there will be no sign of them. 

T’Challa had already circled the camp with Okoye and Steve, using his two most battle-knowledged resources to disperse the panthers in place, hopefully covering all exits and having the fewest casualties. You were placed near the main exit with Bucky, having been given the instructions to disable any vehicles leaving the camp, with the training Sam gave you fixing mechanical equipment, you were well equipped with how to kill the engines. Bucky stood at your side, tense and filled with anticipation. Instead of his usual flexible armor over his weaker left arm, he wore one of the devices Shuri invented. A shimmer of blue reflected the small amount of vibranium used to cover him like a shield. 

“It can go further if you want.” You softly shared with him while activating your bracelets, sending the special vibranium settling over your upper body like a second skin. Different than Bucky’s, but just as safe as his. 

“I’m just trying it for now.” He flexed his arm, wincing as the pain of the movement set off several permanently damaged nerves. “But it's a lot easier to move in then what they put on me.” 

You could only assume they were Hydra when he was under the influence of them. His comfort wouldn’t have been considered, not when he was hunting as the Winter Soldier, he just had to be efficient.  

A soft buzz went over your head, making you glance up to see Shuri’s drone checking on you, you gave a little wave of recognition before it wobbled a bit back in greeting. Her voice came over the comm in your ear. 

I’m glad my brother didn’t push you with that idiot Neanderthal. 

You couldn't help but snort out in a laugh, making Bucky side-eye you curiously as you glanced down, trying to hide your gleeful look at Shuri’s name for Steve. She must have had the drone connecting only with your ear piece for now from the confused look Bucky flashed you.

Be safe sister, I will see you when you come back, we can talk trash about your ex some more. Her greeting made your Little Wolf grumble, but you felt warmth curl in your chest that you had such a good friend at your side. 

Another voice crackled through, T’Challa’s this time talking to all of them, telling them to move in. You and Bucky both sprinted among the others with you, the two of you breaking away from the Panthers when you approached the first rigs all packed and ready to exit the camp. You and Bucky caught the first one by surprise as you vaulted up on the front of the truck, tumbling across the wide metal hood while slapping a disc on the top. The man behind the wheel stared at you wide eye for a second as you activated the device, the beeping giving warning it was about to explode. A gun lifted and aimed at you, but before he was even able to get his finger in place to pull the trigger, the divers door was wrenched open and the man pulled out to have his neck snapped. 

You slipped off the truck, pushing Bucky into motion as you both sprinted away. “Thanks.” 

“It’s what I’m good at.” He replied as you both ducked out of the way. “What did you put on that truck?” 

“A disabler, like one of those bytes Natasha uses. It sends an electric current through the motor, frying it useless.” You both lowered to the ground along the edge of the truck, sneaking on the next one that looked empty of anyone in the driver's seat. From a distance, people were yelling and shots were booming, you could only pray they weren’t hitting any of the team or shifters held against their will. 

“Nice,” Bucky muttered as he slunk along the edge of the truck. “Don’t let Sam see them cause he will probably freak out and ban everyone from the garage.” 

You snickered as you prepped another one in your palm, Bucky folded his hands and gave you a push-off to send you sailing up to the large truck's engine. This time the window was empty and you took your time setting it up when multiple pings sounded off the metal near you, and a stinging sensation burned along your shoulder, making your Little Wolf yelp in alarm and you tumble backward, scrambling to get out of the weapons view. Shocked by the suddenness the bullets came out of nowhere, you were screaming for Bucky to get down while checking that no bullets had penetrated your shields.

Shuri’s drone zoomed out of nowhere, twirling in circles to find where the shooter was located.  Above you Y/N Shuri screamed in your ear while you pushed to the edge of the truck’s hood to get yourself out of sight, falling several feet to the ground. Bucky had his eye to a scope, scanning where Shuri directed you. The ground was exploding with bullets aiming right for you as you pulled yourself underneath the truck, trying to get behind some cover. 

James, the top of that hillside, they planted snipers.

They took aim for him once you were out of sight, his own gun swinging one spot after another as he took precise shots, using his shielded arm to block any coming his way. Your jaw dropped in shock seeing Bucky shoot till he found everyone aiming for them. His weapon lowered, a slight vibration flowing through him like he was keeping his inner beast in check before he ducked down to peer under the truck. “Y/N, are you okay?” 

It took a second before you scrambled forward to crawl out “Yes, but how in the hell didn’t you get clipped?” 

He reached for your hand, pulling you the rest of the way out. “That shield covered all of me, just like you said it would. I got to tell Shuri this is magnificent. I felt a bit of the impact, but nothing serious.” 

You’re welcome. Shuri’s voice rang in your ears, the drone hovering just overhead before it zipped back out of sight, following along the perimeter of the camp. 

Bucky scowled at the device, eyes narrowing. “I don’t trust them.” 

“Yeah well, you can trust Shuri.” You shoulder-checked him gently with a grin, the Little Wolf pacing in your mind but the adrenaline rush that the attack had caused was starting to die down, your heart no longer racing. 

There wasn't any warning, Bucky lurched forward, a loud echo of a ping coming from his left shoulder and a man stepping out of the jungle, everything about him was masked to blend in, including his scent. He took his shot at close range, sending Bucky sprawling from the impact. “Last place I thought I would see you Sobaka.” His heavy accent made Bucky attempt to scramble up, the look in his eyes almost panic as they turned on you while you were trying to help him up and block him from the gunman, his gun cocking to take aim once more. 

“Get out of here Little Wolf,” Bucky growled out while pushing you away from him to make you fall back into the heavy dense forest, your tumble making you skid down the side of a hill into even thicker heavier foliage, tangling you. You yelped Bucky’s name while pushing yourself up and ripping at the jungle's dense foliage to get free, scrambling up the hillside to reach your packmate. 

“BUCKY!” You crested the hillside to see chaos. In the mere seconds you had been entangled Bucky shifted to the White Wolf, the beast's fur drenched red as the man threatening you before was trying to crawl away, his mouth gaping as he tried saying something, but red just leaked from him. You pushed up to a stand while the White Wolf’s ears pricked at you, his muzzle curling up to show stained fangs from his recent attack. “James… it’s me.” You held your hands out, and they wavered as your Little Wolf started snarling, ready to defend you. 

His tongue lolled over his muzzle but his snarls still made you want to submit to him even as an Omega yourself, his Alpha presence usually so subdued was unleashed. The Wolf’s eyes were glowing a burning yellow, his fur bristling as he seemed to asses if you were his next victim. 

Your breath caught in your throat, knowing that Bucky wasn’t in control and everything was seen as a threat to the White Wolf. You felt your Little Wolf preparing, you were a swift shifter, but you wouldn’t be able to make the change before he got to you. “Buck, please.” Your voice wavered softly as you fell back a step. 

You saw his muscles tensing under his fur, preparing for his final attack. In a split second, you clinked the bracelets together, letting the armor flow over you when you were hit with force. Your hand grabbed his ears to keep his snapping jaws away from your face, his snarls and snaps as loud as your scream for help. 

You wriggled under the massive wolf, pressing your feet against his softer underbelly to try and kick him back. “BUCK! STOP!” You screamed, a howl of distress bubbling up to escape you from the Little Wolf. All in seconds you were rolling away from him, the weight of him suddenly gone. Lifting your head you saw the silver streak go after the White Wolf again. Your brain was trying to catch up, but the Little Wolf already knew. 

The two alpha’s were going after each other viciously, tangling around each other while their roars were deafening, giving you flashbacks to your and Steve’s fight underground, Brock standing nearby with triumph as your Alpha pinned you into the hard cement floor, his long canines digging into you while his hot breath washed over you. 

He was lethal when he wasn’t in control, his Alpha much bigger than the smaller Little Wolf who struggled vainly trying to not hurt her mate even after the bond was shattered. 

All you could feel was regret in those moments that Steve had to do this, that he would have to live with what happened for however long Brock wanted to torture him. In those moments, your life changed to where you were now.

<It’s Steve. He heard you.> 

Behind you an earth-shattering boom sent you falling back once again. This time mid-roll, you pushed to your feet, sprinting to where you could see smoke billowing. <What are you doing? We have to go back to our mate!> The Little Wolf started fighting against you, trying to break free from your mind. 

Steve can handle himself, they can’t. Another bomb went off, this time a truck near you shot shrapnel flying all over, making you duck, covering your head as best as you could. You felt tiny knicks get where you weren’t protected. 

“Y/N!” Pan lowered next to you, his hands pulling under your arms to get you up. “We gotta go, now.” 

“We can’t leave.” You said in a pant, preparing for the next sprint into the foray of madness. 

“It was all a trap, this was never an actual camp. Set up for us to come in.” Pan tugged at you again, dragging you to your feet. 

“Steve and Bucky are back through the brush. Bucky was triggered and now Steve is trying to keep him from attacking us.” 

Pan glanced around and got the two of you moving, checking for survivors as they raced for cover. “You should shift Wolf, we can move-” Another violent wave seemed to overtake the camp, both of you ducking once more. 

But it wasn’t nearly enough, not this time. Pan covered your body while pushing you down, a soft gasping snarl in your ear as his body shook against yours until everything went silent, even Pan. Warmth raced over you and you smelled it before you saw anything. The iron tang of blood. 

“P-p-p-an?” Your voice wavered as you wriggled out from underneath him and started to push him over. Instead of the warm friendly eyes of your friend, they were staring unseen. “PAN, please talk to me.” You cupped his face, trying for any response even though there was nothing there. 

The White Wolf was shaking next to him, the Alpha barely holding onto the connection they shared, Bucky finally blinked back through and suddenly he was back, the man looking at the Alpha with a hoarse tone to his voice. “I’m fine Alpha, I got it. Go now.” 

They all heard the booms beyond the trucks you and Bucky were meant to destroy, beyond the thick underbrush of wild jungle. 

The Alpha was torn, to stay with his brother and make sure he was truly okay and in control like he said or go to you, his instincts to protect you from any harm. The Wolf bolted, using his large muscled body to crash through to the other side. 

The smoke made the Alpha’s eyes sting and the residue of destruction cling to his fur as he nosed along the ground, following your scent out of millions that were burning his senses. His ears pricked when he heard the sound of your cries. 

You were leaning over the panther you ran with, you were pressing your hands against his chest, pumping hard to make him breathe. 

But the Alpha had seen enough bodies on the battlefield to know he was gone. 

He approached you, the Alpha pressing against you till you fell into him, burying your face against his fur and wrapping around him. 

Steve shifted, his voice soft while pulling you into his hold and cradling you while you mourned on the battlefield. “I got you Little One.” 

T’Challa pried off his mask, the drone hovering near him. His eyes stung with the dust and smoke filtering through the air, his panthers pulling together to find the wounded. His sisters' drone hovered near him. “Shuri, how bad is it?” The King tiredly asked. 

Bad Brother, our intel was wrong in this case. There are several casualties. 

T’Challa caught sight of Steve holding You with Pan’s body crumbled nearby. “Too many casualties.” 

[icharchivist]

I don't know Azuma but he looks both dangerous and highly kissable

oh you have no idea.

he's one of the most guys of all time.

He's voiced by Tetsuya Kakihara, who also voices Elmott in gbf.

He's part of one of my favorite song of the game, where he has a gay duet about vampire yearning with Tasuku (voiced by Takuya Sato, of Lu Woh's fame on here). And who wouldn't want a gay vampire duet with those two.

For the "fun" fact about him, Azuma is a cuddle therapist. It means that he sleeps with people to listen to their woes. He says the job is fully innocent, while he's also treated like a pariah for being into a shady branch of jobs. This job also gives him a lot of connection and we're basically sure he has at least some clients who dip into illegal stuff because he can pull some strings to have a false ID made for example. Despite his job being "wholesome" he also talks a lot about having sex with people and trying all sort of things so there's that too.

But the reality of Azuma is that he's actually extremely closed off. His family died when he was really young and none of his relative wanted to take him in, so he basically wrote himself down as fully alone and unable to connect with people. Still, he craves for human connections, and it's why he picked his job. He can't personally be vulnerable about himself, but he's here to listen to anyone and help them going through their problems. He also have night terrors when he sleeps alone, which is another reason he picked up this job.

he dropped everything to become an actor in our company after seeing two members of the Autumn Troupe fight for each other, and realize he was kinda jealous of them, of being able to connect with others, to trust others while vulnerable.

He joined the Winter troupe afterward, troupe famous for struggling to connect with one another because they all have raised their walls super high. Azuma himself struggles to fit in, as everytime he feels like he's getting too close he worries of what he might lose and he ends up shutting himself down, ghosting people, thinking about leaving.

But he's fine. This is fine. The Winter Troupe has his back.

Anyway the whole "therapist so he can read you like an open book, giving the illusion of intimacy to others because he's damn touch starved, will be the type to throw sex and flirty jokes at you to distract you from seeing him as vulnerable, while also in mourning" means that in my perfect gbf x a3 collab event that will happen one day i want him and Belial to meet. They'll drive psych warfare on each other and/or have sex and i need to see it for reasons.

As for dangerous part this is my favorite bit about it. Sakyo in this scene is a Yakuza btw and they're playing a Yakuza themed boardgame:

He's one of the most guy of all time. Thank you for your time.

[j-u-u-z-o]

Fresh new linens (Reader x Any Character)

Written by me.

AN: idk I thought this would be interesting to write. This was originally planned for ikkaku, atsumu and kuroo lol. Enjoy!

Warning: grammar, smut, the struggle of putting clean sheets on the bed.

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It’s bright Saturday morning and you’ve gotten up early to do laundry while your love is still asleep.

“Sigh.” You didn’t want to unwrap his arm around four waist but needs must. Sitting on the bed, you turned around to observe him.

You look at him laying on his stomach, arms on the pillow and his face drowned in the pillow. You giggled at the scene while you were packing up laundry in the bedroom. Still wearing your mini night gown with nothing under it- after a long night of intense intimacy, you didn’t feel like changing.

While you were packing the clothes in a laundrybag/basket you heard him grunt as he turned his away from the sunlight that was coming from the curtains from his side and is now facing you. still asleep though.

“He’s still worn out from last night” you murmured and snorted. You raised yourself and picked up the laundry bag/basket and headed to the laundry room downstairs.

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A few minutes after, he slowly awoke from his sleep.

“Oi. Y/n…”

No answer. He turned to your side of the shared bed and noticed that you weren’t there.

“Tsk.” He got up from the bed and looked for his shorts. Then he groggily walked to the mirror and looked at himself.brushing his hair back with his hand and then walked out the room. “Sigh.”

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You’re separating the clothes in front of the machines Inside the mini laundry room until you felt two arms wrap around you and heard a deep sigh as you felt his face hide under your neck.

“Hey there~ care bear” you said as you separated the clothes. A deep exhale from his nose, his eyes still closed made you raise your right hand to gently scrub his nape. He groaned which made you snort.

“Now that you’re up, wanna help me with laundry,babe?”

“Sigh…let’s go back to sleep.” He said sleepily and now holding you tight from behind.

In any second he might carry you back to bed with him. You think to yourself. “Want me to make a cup of hot chocolate?” You looked up to him.

“No I’ll make it myself.” He said and slowly let’s go of you dragging his feet to the kitchen next door.

Good. I can grab the dirty bed sheets from the bed and put the ones on it. You said to yourself. Nothing can beat him unless it’s something sweet.

Beep beep beep, bing! The washing machine turned on and peeped your love making two cups of hot chocolate so you quickly made your way to the bedroom to put new sheets on the shared bed. You really want to drink it together with him and enjoy each other’s company you think.

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You started to spread the fitted sheet and reached the first corner of the bed and then the other until your knees are on top of the bed to get the rest. Little did you know, he’s watching you in the doorway while holding his cup of hot chocolate. Slowly drinking the beverage to watch every move you make in that mini night dress

However, You started to struggle with putting the fitted sheet as it would come off each side of the bed. He noticed and put down his cup on the dresser. You sighed and was about to get off the bed. In the process of backing up to get off,you stopped when you felt a pair of hands on your hips.

“Huh?” You said turned your head to the side.

“Let me help help you that, babe.” he said looking down at you. You saw a line of chocolate on his lips. “Oi! Why did you drink it without me???”You pouted.

“I only drank a little bit,babe. Come. Get the other side of the sheet.” He said lifting one side of it.

You glared at him for betraying you like that but got over it when he started to help you. Now that the first step is done, next is to put on the sheet.

“Yay!” You said excitingly and picked up the second sheet from the floor. Soon after, you felt a pair of hands on your hips. “Hm?” You looked at him. What is it, babe?” Still looking up at him.

He started to slowly grind on you from behind while looking down at you. “Babe, no. I’m still sore from last night.” You said as you looked at him in disbelief “I can help you with that. He said continuing to grinding against your ass.”

“How?” You eyed him expectantly while feeling his clothed member against you. “Just relax and let me make you feel better, baby.” He said slowly bucking against you. You eyed him curiously while he bucked against you - before you could protest but eventually gave in after your heard his endearment. “Sigh…fine. But after we finish setting up the b-“

He leaned down to kiss you. Laying some of his weight on top of you,especially on your ass as he proceeded to grind against you in his shorts. Both hands on both sides of you as he kissed you passionately. You leaned up against him to kiss him deeply as you feel his member between your ass.

He breaks the kiss and and groaned at the feeling of your ass against his clothed member. “Oh fuck, y/n.” He hissed. Grinding in circles while holding your hips up to anchor you.

He then kissed the back of your neck and snuck his hands inside your mini dress on each side to caress your breasts. Feeling his hot breathe whenever he grinds against you made you feel needy. His big hands feels so warm while he’s massaging the two globes that you raised your hips a bit against his member.

He hissed your name again on how good you feel against him. he comes back to your lips to slowly kiss you while rubbing your nipples. You moaned in between breathes and both your tongues danced like he’d do in between your legs.

The wet smacking from your guy’s mouth fills the room including the light creak from the bed.

Eventually he lifts himself and scoots down off the bed. You were about to raise yourself up to get back to finishing the bed guessing that the “promised” relaxation was just that but you enjoyed it while it lasted - until he puts his hand on your shoulder blade to lean you back down on the bed.

“Babe, what are you doing?” You said impatiently because you just want to finish setting up the damn bed with clean sheets already and snuggle with him after with hot chocolate.

“Stay right there for me, baby.” He said while lifting up your mini night dress. No underwear. He smirked eyeing that pretty pussy of yours and got down on his knees to spread your legs apart.

Your eyes widened and you turned your head to look out the window as he puts both hands on your ass to spread it. You felt his hot breathe against you that it made breathe heavily; anticipating his next move.

Smack!

“Yelp!” You said after he smacked your ass. You were about to turn around before he pulled your hips against his own grinding against you more and kneeled behind you once again.

“Just relax, baby.” He said before he licked your clit with the tip of his tongue. You gasped at the sensation which tickled your body and made that you grab the sheet in front of you. He licks it in circles and then gently sucks on your bud.

“ Unh…yes, baby.” You said breathlessly looking down while holding a tight grip on the sheet.

“Mmm…ahh” he moaned as he focused on sucking your clit and licking it very slowly. The feeling is so good that your toes curled and uncurled to at least have some of your body. But it failed when he dipped his tongue in between your pussy lips - his warm and strong appendage seeking more of you that you started to grind on his tongue.

You put your hand over his and gripped it whenever he hit the perfect spot that it made you lift your head and moaned his name. “Agh…your tongue, baby.” You breathlessly and hiccuped when he dipped his tongue in your cunt.

He rubs your ass while he moved his head side to side; licking your lips and flicked your bud quickly. Feeling hot, you lifted yourself up a bit to lift the straps off your shoulders and let your breasts lay on the cool sheets to help cool you down.

He noticed and spreader your legs a bit more to spread you more ensuring you’ll feel more more his tongue; you managed to move the hand you had over his to keep him there as you began to roll your hips on his tongue. Starting to pulsate to gasps sounded liked hiccups.

“ Agh! Oh my god, baby.” You groaned. Your whimpers were music to his ears as you rode your first orgasm. He smirked as He raised himself and leaned over you to kiss you. Tasting yourself on his tongue.

One hand snuck in between your legs and rubbed your clit to ride the remaining of your climax - His fingers rubbing gently all over it.

“Did you like it, baby?” He asked as he looked at you from your side. “Feel relaxed now?”

“Mm…”

He chuckled when all you could do was whimper.

“Good! Let’s finish this so we can go back to sleep!” He said grabbing the sheets under you that you rolled over like a burrito.

“Chocolate. My…hot chocolate” you mumbled laying on your side still not getting off the bed.

“ Okay okay, get your ass up then, baby. Then maybe after you’ll reward me with a good fuck later.” You rolled your eyes at the now energized man in front of you and helped him.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hi! ❤️ If it isnt too much to ask, could I request the Scarlet Witch s/o idea you wrote before, but with Dabi, Shinso, and Aizawa? If not, that's ok! I hope you're doing well and take care of yourself C:

It's not too much to ask sweetie, your guys'requests give me happiness (even though I'm terribly slow) so I'm really grateful you sent this, and so sorry to have kept you waiting. I hope you're doing wonderful and please watch out for yourself babe.

Title : Mha boys with a Scarlet Witch S/O

Characters : Dabi/ Shinsou/ Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : mostly fluffy/ a little angsty/ headcanons

Y/n's Quirk : Warping, teleportation, telekinesis, flight

Weakness : using your powers for extended periods of time without rest affects your mental status.

Note : Please keep in mind that Scarlet Witch is from a different universe which means that in order for y/n to possess similar powers, some changes need to be done to keep things as natural as possible. This is why I picked some of the original Witch's powers which can go together harmoniously without seeming like you have more than one quirk, and at the same time to reserve the originality of your character.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

First part I did a few months ago with the Origin Trio

Dabi :

Growing up, you tried your hardest to make friends but were always shunned because of your unique quirk. No one accepted you or even bothered to check on you, but as time went on, you grew to recognize the reality you were pushed into.

Your friends in the league were the only ones who acknowledged and treated you like a normal human being. That being said, you wished you didn't have to join their side since all you ever wanted was to live a peaceful life. However, and same as most of the members, your quirk gave you no chance at a normal existence.

Even though you felt safe with them, you were still reserved and detached from everyone except during missions when you were 'forced' to communicate.

Touya was the sole exception, and for some reason you found yourself drawn to him.

Same as you, he was quiet most of the time, kept to himself and never intervened in the others' shenanigans.

You were the one who approached him first, you wanted a little closeness, a little intimacy, and so did he.

He admires your quirk and makes sure to remind you of your value everytime you start doubting yourself since he knows first hand what it means to be pushed to the side and deemed unworthy.

And it's vice versa, as you've always pulled him out of the pit when he was consumed with rage.

Things haven't changed much when you two became a couple, except for his -now-too-obvious-worry about your well being. He knows you're strong and capable of watching over yourself, but he can't help being overprotective of the person he loves, especially during missions when the unchecked use of your quirk triggers your emotional instability.

During such times, and no matter the station he's assigned to, he would leave everything behind and come for you.

He's never been good with words, so what he does is remove you from the scene and to a quieter one where he pulls you close to his chest until you feel better.

Being with Touya has taught you to finally be grateful for your quirk, not only because he's helped you see how amazing it is, but also because thanks to your power, you're able to perceive and diminish his constant distress, even if he's too stubborn to ask for help. When something like that occurs, you wordlessly invite him between your arms before whispering reassuring words and kissing everywhere your lips can reach until he finally relaxes in your hold, but even then, you don't let go and neither does he.

He is to you what you are to him; family, best friend, and true love. Neither one of you will ever need more than that.

Shinsou :

You and Hitoshi share more than you thought you did. Both of you are introverted, misunderstood, and possess a magnificent quirk that makes life unbearable sometimes.

You've known each other for a really long time before one had finally exchanged words with the other, and even when that happened it was during a mission you two were assigned to work on.

However, that short conversation meant the difference between unfamiliarity and friendship as you two started spending more time together.

You quickly opened up to each other and shared the reasons for your distress. You learned that he too was almost pushed to join the wrong side as everyone joked about him possessing a villainous quirk with no regard for his feelings.

Gradually, and with help from one another, you started seeing your strengths and values until fully accepting your quirks at last.

You were each other's best friend and biggest supporter, and soon enough, you realized that your sentiments for one another grew to something greater.

You were aware of your mutual feelings thanks to your quirk, but never possessed the courage to confess first. Which is why you were thankful when he finally did.

If he wasn't exceedingly protective of you before, then he certainly is now. He never allows you out of his sight during missions, and constantly checks on you in case you overuse your quirk.

You never complain when he does though, since it's his way of showing love and you enjoy it. You're even the same way with him, in that you watch over him and promptly interfere if you see him struggling.

There were times when he was forced to use his quirk on you to make you take a step back or leave the fight all together.

Such conduct undeniably leads to necessary explanations most of the times, but essentially to Hitoshi apologizing profusely for his behavior. He hates manipulating and forcing you to act a certain way, even more so when he sees the look of shock and confusion upon your features after he releases his quirk. Having to use it on the person he loves reminds him of the reason people dubbed him as a potential villain.

At times like these, it's up to you to soothe and pull him back to you, offering him reassuring smiles and gentle kisses: "Hitoshi, I trust you with my life so I'm never worried when you use your quirk on me, you did what you did to save me, and for that I am grateful." is what you whisper as you hold him close and allow him to hide his face in the crook of your neck for as long as he needs. You two are soulmates, and will forever walk side by side and hand in hand.

Aizawa :

Shōta has always been supportive of you, ever since you've met all those years ago. But at first he was only trying to help you through tough times, just the way he learned to do from his late best friend Shirakumo.

You were grateful regardless, even if you meant nothing more than a "charity case" to him, at the end of the day, he still checked on you and that was enough.

Nevertheless, you kept following him around like a shadow and trying to be near him every chance you had. He was the closest thing you had to a friend after all, and even if he didn't think of you as such, it was fine.

Him on the other hand, found you a bit overwhelming. He's a private person who likes to have his space and to him, you were similar to a lost kitten.

But he came to learn soon enough that the lively and frisky side of you only existed thanks to him, as you were never that way with anyone else. Therefore, what he once thought of as an uncontrollable side of you, became a comforting reminder that you were doing well.

Your feelings for Shōta started to grow and develop as soon as you learned that you were no longer a person he needed to help, but rather, an important part of his life.

It all happened one day after long tedious hours of work chasing one particular powerful villain. It was a solo mission that you successfully accomplished but at the expense of your peace of mind.

Shōta knew— even without you saying a word, that you were experiencing one of your quirk's downsides, and him showing up on your doorstep unannounced was enough proof.

"You disappeared right after handing over your mission report, today's assignment must've been hard on you." his words might seem like nothing to rave about to an onlooker, but to you it was the little nudge you needed to finally realize and admit your true feelings.

Thanks to your quirk, you weren't surprised to learn that he felt the same way about you. However, his reaction to your confession was a different story. The cool, stoic, composed man latched onto your body as soon as you finished talking, wrapping his arms around you with no intention to let go, "yeah, I love you too." That night you two shared your first kiss.

His way of treating you remained the same when in public, as he has always been protective of you anyway— and using his quirk on you when things get intense is one way of doing it, but once you two are alone, he shows you a softer side that only you have the right to witness.

Now that you're a couple, you're also able to see him at his worst, and get to take care of him just the way he does you. His once messy sleeping schedule and constant nightmares of the past are now alleviated thanks to you.

Being in each other's presence, entangled in sweet rare moments of peace is all you could ask for.

[cairt]

I think that Evelyn and Mirage bring out the best and the worst in each other in turns

Part of the appeal of the ship for me at least is that I think that there's a lot of mystery surrounding Mirage as a character and her motivations while she was working for Syndrome.

She's got these really distinct lines regarding human life that aren't entirely clear or at all explained. She's really upset about the jet explosion with Helen and the kids but is aware of and enables all the intimate details of the Superhero genocide plot with Syndrome.

She is very heavily composed and plays things very close to her chest, unlike Syndrome we don't get any sort of flash back scene or monologues discussing her involvement and motivation in the operation. She's super competent at what she does and goes unnoticed in Bob's insurance office at the start of the film and is crucial in convincing Bob and probably every other super to go off to Nomanisan and die fighting Omnidroids. And why?

It's never explained.

She is in five minutes of the film but is one of the most important characters in it.

Let's get into what she does do. She's critical to the operations of project Kronos. She does recon, spying on Bob and Lucius and blending in to the office to track them and communicate back to Syndrome and pick their next victim.

She reaches out to them, and feeds him the lie about being a top secret government agency, testing out an "experimental robot". The government agency bit is debatable, but the experimental robot is an outright lie. There is no way that Mirage is as involved as she is with Kronos and considers her work to not be about death battles with superheros.

She finds Mr. Incredible when Helen activates the honing signal. This means that she's had access to the computer room all along, further evidence of her knowing involvement in Project Kronos.

We next see her when Bob is trapped in Syndrome's energy torture device, sitting at one of the two control chairs with a different flunky that is in the uniform that we see all the other cronies in. Both of their podiums are identical, with the unnamed technician being directed to torture Mr. Incredible throughout the scene by Syndrome pointing to him.

It's not entirely clear to what extent Mirage is ok with the torture that's going on in the cell but it's clearly not a deal breaker despite Syndrome not asking her to do it this time because she could easily be doing so from her desk.

Syndrome reaches over her to launch missiles at Helen and the kids and we get to hear Mirage at her most upset when she says that the hit was confirmed, no survivors. So she has the capability to launch missiles for her boss but again, Syndrome wouldn't ask her to launch them at kids.

Despite believing Syndrome to have murdered children Mirage still pushed him away from Bob, at great risk to herself.

So there's possibly romantic relationship with Syndrome but eh? We don't get a lot of scenes with them together and while it's pretty visible from his perspective, he's very physical while trying to reassure her that he has the situation under control, she just seems disgusted by this. This is the only moment we see them be at all physically intimate.

But there is one other moment that I think indicates some level of intimacy between them. Right after Mr. Incredible threatens to crush her, Syndrome taunts his old hero.

"Mirage drops to the floor. Syndrome looks at Bob and sneers.

SYNDROME:I knew you couldn't do it. Even when you have nothing to lose. You're weak. I've outgrown you."

Mirage is following Syndrome out of the room while he says this and her eyes widen when she hears this.

This kind of ambiguous moment leads to the incredible scene where she tells him off for what he did to her.

Mirage: Valuing life is not weakness

Syndrome: Oh hey look, if you're talking about what happened in the containment unit, I had everything under control.

Mirage: And disregarding it is not strength.

She has more total moments of flirtation with Bob, but we can infer that much of the flirtation with Bob is a ruse, part of the Omnidroid plot. So we're left with very little information.

So a round-up

She supported super genocide, if not in purpose, definitely in action.

She's willing to be in the same room while torture is happening and has the ability if not the will to engage in murder and torture for Syndrome.

She's not ok with civilian or child murder.

She has some level of intimacy with Syndrome.

She was willing to risk her life to save him from Bob

She ultimately swaps sides because of Syndrome 's callous disregard for life, including hers and risks his wrath to rescue the Incredibles super family

And I think that all of this leads to a super interesting character who would empathize with Evelyn.

[becausesomething]

Chapter 1 - Teasing

warning: nsfw, masturbation, kid relationship with you being part of the crew as you being the only women, swearing

Kid POV

I hear moans coming from the room, I know I shouldn't but curiosity and lust speak louder. I carefully open the door, leaving it just a little open to being able to complete that view of the heavens.

With one hand she squeezes one of her breasts, and with the other she explores her intimacy, penetrating herself with two fingers that she alternates with a third. It was possible to hear how wet she was, and as if that were not enough when she seemed to feel a wave of adrenaline coming on, she stopped and savored it. 

She focused again on her intimacy, but this time she passed her fingers across her lips, trembling until she reached her clitoris and focused on a rubbing movement. Her white body, with curves that shone with the soft light that entered the room, made her even more desirable.

That scene made my member tremble and grow, becoming uncomfortable. I try to adjust myself, but I accidentally lose my balance and end up opening the door further, only to be discovered.

Get out Kid! -She throws herself on the floor to hide her naked body and tries to hide her embarrassment.

It seems like I arrived at the right time, surely you don't want help finishing it, princess? - In that split second, my eyes absorbed the contrast of the black lingerie that accentuated the curves of that slender body.

I have complete confidence that my friends in the drawer would do a better job. - Still on the floor, she pulls the blanket over the bed and wraps herself in it, showing her tongue to me.

Only now that I've caught her off guard, I notice the confusion on the side of the wardrobe. A contrast to the part compared to the desk and book shelf on the other side of the room, where she had mangas pilled up in a corner. A place where it was rare for anyone from the crew to be amazed as it was in a more hidden section of the ship.

She gets up and comes towards me, staring into my eyes. Her eyes were frustrated and filled with anger.

What the hell do you want Eutass? Or are you going to stand there as if they defeated you?! -Her expression becomes colourless and wrinkles begin to form on her forehead and a mischievous smile forms on the corner of her lips. 

She tries to respond, but her answers always went by without affecting me, leaving a visible disappointment in her eyes.

Heat got into a fight in the forest with some animal and is covered in injuries. Killer has already taken him to the infirmary. - I try to control myself, so as not to grab her and give her an experience of the pleasure that is accumulated inside me.She rolls her eyes and starts pushing me out of the room. - How many times do I have to say that I never took on the role of crew doctor, why does everyone expect me to solve problems? 5 minutes and I'm gone. – And close the door in my face.

It was so funny to see her frustrated, I couldn't contain my satisfaction at getting her out of it, and especially at catching her in an embarrassing situation. Now, I finally had something I could use to my advantage. 

I return to the deck lost in my thoughts. My mind hadn't stopped spinning around her for months, which left me frustrated and I ended up diving even deeper into darkness and meaningless fights to distract myself. Since when did I start looking at her beyond being a companion and a subordinate?

I lie against the pole looking at the sky. She could go unnoticed and avoid being looked at, but the small gestures and changes were catching my attention and desire, especially in the last few weeks.

Eriss POV

scht. damn it! - in a sigh of having lost my peace and anger due to lack of respect, I send the blanket to the bed and start to get dressed. I pick up my glasses from my desk and start pulling my hair into a ponytail as I walk into the infirmary.

"An idiot taking care of another idiot." I hold my hand to my head looking at Killer with bandages on his hand trying to stop Heat's wounds from bleeding.

Helmet head, what do you think you're doing? - I just see him raising his hands in the air, confused and his body shaking.

Blood, everywhere, is... - he doesn't finish the sentence and passes out, falling to the ground.

How was it possible for the reaper to have no mercy on enemies but faint at the sight of his companion's blood?

Heat starts laughing at the table, which causes him to lose even more blood. I punch him and he gives me a puppy look and lets me take care of his wounds.

How many times will I have to scold you to stop challenging animals instead of hunting them? - I scold him with my eyes and tighten one of the bandages under the deepest wound. He lets out a snarl and looks away from me in regret.

I finish the bandages and start to pack everything when I see him get up from the table and almost fall to the floor if I hadn't been quicker and caught him. 

- Did someone tell you to get up on your own? Why doesn't anyone ever listen to me? Sorry, I just didn't want to be more work. I have a perfect understanding of how hardworking we are. - I help him sit on the bed. 

- And Killer? He may well get up on his own, as he woke up again to the smell of alcohol I dropped on him. - he sits down, leans on his knees and looks at me with a confused expression.

I roll my eyes without the patience to respond to the obvious of just doing that to provoke me, and I'm going to finish cleaning up the mess that those two created in the infirmary.

As soon as you feel more energetic, go eat something, don't forget that we have business tonight. - I take off my ponytail, which falls halfway down my shoulders, filling the room with the feeling of the peach fragrance of my perfume.

I go outside to get some fresh air when I see him sleeping against the pole. The breeze made he's spiky red hair move, he's glasses were in his hand, leaving the serene features contrasting with that sly smile. The fur coat had fallen off his shoulders, leaving his upper part completely uncovered. Broad shoulders, defined chest and that line going down to the hips that made me dream when I was alone. Despite his tempestuous personality and short fuse, his boldness only showed on the outside. The insides were...

I feel myself being pulled by something metallic that wraps around my waist and I fall on top of it, directly into his lap.

So tigress, ready for tonight? - he smiles as he runs his fingers through the length of my hair and one of his arms wraps around my waist.

You red lizard, how many times have I told you to pull me just because, and especially to knock on the door?! - I start to hit his shoulders, in an attempt to get up but he only pulls me closer. 

Our faces are close, I smell the cinnamon he emanates and his lips sigh against mine. Instinct electrifies us to kiss, but he soon turns me around and puts me next to him. And that's a good thing because I was seconds away from sighing his name.

Since we met, this interaction has always happened, but lately, it was no longer just a joke, there started to be a certain tension between our bodies, at least mine. Kid always joked or said lewd jokes because he knew how much it upset me due to my delay and out-of-context responses.

It's so funny to see you blush and feel uncomfortable. -he pulls me to rest my head on his shoulder - you are the youngest and most intelligent girl who makes my day. Exactly, I was just his subordinate and companion, why did my mind let itself wander and hope that I could have something more from him.

For you to come with that soft side, you can only say one thing. What do you need to do captain Eutass? - I look him in the eyes, not letting him look away, making him uncomfortable until he lets go of me and moves a few centimeters away.

Kid POV

Eish, can't I already appreciate how important you are to the gang? Or are you still sulking about being caught in the act? - I laugh, but the image of her lying on the bed exploring her body never leaves my head.

Get straight to the point, because like you said, I have other more important things to do since I was interrupted by your bunch of idiots who don't know how to go a day without causing trouble. - She intertwines her arms and starts playing with her hair. 

That quirk was so cute, especially when it touched a weak spot making her feel uncomfortable or when she felt nervous.

Truce, ok?! - I turn around, making her face me – tonight we are going to a cafe that is connected to a deposit of underworld treasures and I need you to do what you are best at.

She opens her mouth and rolls her eyes – meaning being invisible, sneaking in, and stealing while you and the rest of the idiots make trouble?

No - I take her chin with a finger - I want you to let that trapped tigress go out and win hearts.

Eriss POV

WHAT??? No, Kid, please, I don't want to. I feel so uncomfortable! - just the thought of being used as an annoying bait, but every time he brought up the fact that he was a woman, she brought up a sensitive subject. He hugs me.

- I will always be there to protect you, no one takes advantage of my subordinates - a vague attempt to calm me down, although this affectionate side of him was sincere.

I feel his bare torso touching my skin exposed by the crop top I was wearing, that touch melted me, but also left my skin tingling. When he felt my skin crawl, he pulled me even more against him and buried his head in my hair.

Why are you like this Kid? Why do you relax me so much and at the same time put me in a state of alert and full of adrenaline? My body feels heavy and small tears begin to fall down my face as I remember those weeks that led me to join the pack.

[silviakundera]

The Spirealm episode 5 -7 reaction (Let's call this episode 4 now per the new 38 episodes version)

fair warning: in these episode reactions I'm not gonna pretend I haven't read the novel. in fact, I purposely finished the novel before viewing, to get The Full Experience. thus novel spoilers, including twist end, included.

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DON'T LEAN ON THE BANISTER ASDFGHJK

Ruan Baijie saving his boyfriend's ass yet again, must be Tuesday.

Then first key!!!! I wanna see the key!!!!!!!!

The survivors: wow, ok, Baijie really loves u

"Are you leaving so soon and reluctant to leave me?" // "No, it's not that," he lies

The suspicious survivors just couldn't resist trying to steal the door note and now no one has the key but the monster NICE GOING 😒

ahh and then the reveal that ofc Ruan Baijie figured out the taboos long before. He saves those who are worthy (aka his new partner).

wow Ruan Baijie is pretty. gifs don't do him justice.

Death match vs the bad hair day from The Ring.

Ep6

The whole scene in the opening of ep 6 is terribly cute. Ruan Baijie exposed as a drama sprite who was faking his injury, but Lin Quishi just accepts this in good humor as he's told this was just to "bring us closer" and for fun. Another round of, you're really picking me? but why?

He really does the, 'come closer' move to make your crush get up close so you can create a sense of intimacy with hushed voices smh

"Because there is light in you."

oh, did you give me this expensive looking necklace because you want me to join your gang?

no, because you are you.

..... misses the very gay pass completely.

(tbh I feel as if the actor is playing it like his character IS sensing the romantic undertones sometimes but doesn't know how to respond/not ready to process it and so represses & pushes it out of his mind and to the side)

Ep 7

They solved the case. Ruan Baijie gives him back the key again, "Still yours." They exchange a romantic look before he steps over.

Our protagonist thinks he's back in reality and only 15 minutes have passed. But of course that's not true: whether he entered the game time A, B, C, or it's the 12th Door theory... he's still in-play.

A roommate?? This must be the Wei what's his face, his One Friend I recall from the novel. With the girlfriend.

Injuries from the door lingering "outside".

Chestnut won't let him hug! (The clue in the novel that this is still within the door. Now, is this a new phenom or was it already Like That in ep 1? 🤔 Remains ambiguous.)

Wait, in this drama the One Friend has heard of Spirealm?! And it's eviiiill reputation. Everyone who plays it "goes insane and commits suicide". Lin Quishi acts like he hasn't already been warned that players die from the game.

Ah, created by a chinese designer who wanted to make a "comprehensive spirit world". The story goes, after he made it he added all the violent elements to the version he sold, to make it a bloody survival game.

'Can't control when you enter the door, can't get rid of it, Men Can Conquer Heaven'.

Bro goes to sleep and startles awake cause Ruan Nanzhu fka Baijie is pulling an Edward Cullen by his bedside. The more intense looking Nanzhu asks him to come along. Naturally, our boy stumbles along and meets!!! Cheng Qianli!!!!!!! 😄😄😄😄 Who is driving, like the scene in the novel. IM SO HAPPY.

Headquarters!!!!! The group!#####!!!! I'm hyped to see them all live & in color.

Emphasized again that once you enter the game, you must complete all 12 doors to get rid of the mental control of the game. ~Mind control~

(because the censors won't allow it to be explicitly supernatural)

(which doesn't mean the writer didn't intend to get around this barrier by using subtext & inferences that novel readers would understand 🤔🤔)

The clue for his next door freaks out the whole house. But then he meets cranky Cheng Yixie!!!!

He's settling in but the moment he glimpses Nanzhu's returned BUT INJURED *gasp* Must scurry down for hurt/comfort UST.

Love how absolutely unnecessary this hand-holding is. Light piano background to set the romantic mood.

A gurgling stomach growl from Ruan Nanxhu & Lin Quishi takes the initiative to stand up and make himself at home to cook for the man who's obviously being positioned as his love interest. (Like in The Untamed & Word of Honor, we're not being terribly subtle here.)

This is the 3rd time we've seen an instinctive caretaking gesture from him towards Nanzhu and the last moment as we fade out is the "boss man" looking down at his newly bestowed bandage and obviously GOING THRU IT. He's making this sigh and curling his fingers and everything.

side note: Lin Quishi is getting flashes of himself trapped under rubble. This is the second time we see them. Are they flash backs? Of a past event he survived, giving him baggage to carry? OR are we circling back again to my alternate, alternate theory that an evil VR game is part of the illusion and this IS the supernatural Doors from the novel that terminal people can get a chance to enter, to prolong or possibly prevent your death? (if so, then Ruan Nanzhu is still indeed the 12th door god. and Lin Quishi must decide to remain in the fantasy or exit & return to reality?)

[indignantlemur]

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OH MY GOODNESS, ANON, I AM SO SORRY! I didn't see a notification about your ask at all! I only found it by clicking on my inbox by mistake! You have my most profound apologies for neglecting you! For this one, I feel like rambing on a bit about Chapter 46!

Spoilers below the cut for folks that haven't caught up to the latest chapter!

Chapter 46 picks up shortly after the end of chapter 45, and is a much more introspective and static chapter than the previous two, which were full of vibrancy, colour, and activity.

For the most part, I wanted this chapter to be about Dagmar and Shral and how they've progressed from the early days - but more importantly, it was an excellent time to address some lingering questions that had been hanging over Dagmar's head for a while now. Dagmar has mentioned that she has a bunch of questions before, but she's never actually managed to find a moment to ask some of them that felt right until now. There is a lingering sense of strong attraction throughout the scene, of giddiness and excitement, but it's balanced with caution and reserve. As much as I had fun writing spicy content for Dagmar and Shral after so long, now wasn't the time for the scene to lean towards that again. This chapter was supposed to be about intimacy without sex.

There's a bizarre and terrifying intensity about letting a new partner undress you for the first time (chapter 45 doesn't quite count), and for some there is a horrible, profound anxiety and sense of vulnerability that comes with that as well. There's a lot of non-verbal checking in, which is just so important, but also there's the way that Shral reaches for her face first above all other options that speaks of a kind of regard that bodes very well for their future. It's very much a deliberate choice on his part.

As the chapter progresses, Dagmar finally asks a very important question, which leads to a much, much overdue conversation between our intrepid heroes. We also see more about the level of insight that Dagmar now has into Shral's character, where before he was still very much a mystery. She's able to puzzle out a lot of his behaviours now, with the help of the bond, but she's also aware that without the fledgling bond she may never have managed. Moreover, Shral is hyperaware of this as well, and was agitated enough about it to conveniently neglect to mention a few small details that provided him with a sense of affirmation without him having to actually ask for it.

“I should have explained at the time,” Shral murmured when she remained quiet, his eyes flicking down and away as his antennae lowered into a posture she hadn’t seen on him before; curled close to his brow in submission. She’d witnessed that positioning before, of course - usually when Thoris was bossing someone around - but never on Shral. Never towards her.  He was behaving as though he expected her to be a lot angrier than she was. The fact that she hadn’t reacted according to his expectations seemed to confuse him.  “I’m not angry. I could have asked then and I didn’t,” Dagmar began slowly, watching Shral carefully as his antennae perked up and he glanced up at her again. The bond seemed to swell with a feeling she struggled to name, but whatever it was it left the impression of disbelief mingled with several other very complicated feelings. It dimmed considerably when she continued, “but I would like to know why you didn’t say anything.”  “Foolishness, mostly,” Shral answered, brutally honest in the quiet of the room, as water dripped and steam curled. “And perhaps a little selfishness.”  That last bit caught Dagmar’s interest. “Selfishness?”  “I knew you didn’t realise what it meant…” A grimace stole over Shral’s features, but he held her gaze and spoke with that same blunt, upfront tone, trailing off abruptly as if he hadn’t figured out how to finish the sentence yet. That alone was unusual. 

For the record, this is not a good behaviour and even Shral recognises that. Dagmar is rightly dismayed by the whole thing. If it had been much more alarming issue being discussed, such as a binding arrangement versus what she flippantly describes as advertising big feelings, she probably would have been justifiably angry about it. The fact that Shral very clearly knows that he was in the wrong both helps his case and hurts it, here. Instead of getting angry, Dagmar takes the time to consider the matter - and her reaction - carefully. This is probably what I love most about Dagmar: she can be reactive under the right circumstances, but she vastly prefers to stop and think things through more often than not. Dagmar tends towards problem-solving over emotional outbursts more often than not, and this conversation is no different.

Instead of choosing the confrontational route, she bypasses it entirely by expressing a gentle, remarkably forgiving sort of disappointment in Shral's choices and proposes an alternate course of action in the future. It's very clear to them both that they need to make an effort to talk more openly at this point.

Not bad! Actually a pretty mature approach to the issue overall! You know, except for the bit where Dagmar conveniently neglects to mention that she's planning on harassing her poor doctor for a basic Andorian sex ed class in a few days, which would explain a lot of her weird behaviours to Shral at that moment.

This is also not ideal behaviour, and in fact rather hypocritical of her. Does Dagmar realise this? No, no she does not.

Shral’s eyes, vividly green and flecked with gold, narrowed shrewdly at her. “Perhaps you should lead by example and elaborate about your experiences with our security checkpoints.” 

Shral, of course, immediately turns the tables of Dagmar using her own words against her, and then we come to The Hair Thing.

Shral is understandably dismayed and displeased to learn that his girlfriend basically let the security officers paw at her hair, which is apparently vastly more important to her culturally than he'd previously been aware of, instead of just asking for him to come vouch for her. Worse, she demeans the value of her customs and culture like it doesn't matter - like she doesn't matter - which is blatantly insulting to both of them, really.

“I see.” Shral sighed, and the bond carried a strange kind of weight across the gap between them. It felt heavy, stifling. “I’d better ask if I’ve overstepped similarly, then.” 

Then there's the dawning horror of realising that he basically did the same thing not an hour ago. Actually, what he did was probably worse. After all, what would Shral know about it? She's as alien to him as he is to her, after all, and if Dagmar says her hair is supposed to be kept up and away from prying eyes for some sort of alien modesty thing, then he's very probably made some kind of horrendous faux pas by yanking on it during sex. Never mind that she pulled his hair, too (and we will discuss Shral's incredibly slutty hair cut some other time) - he's Andorian. It's not the same.

The scene progresses from there, and we learn a little more about the bond as well. By the end of the chapter we get an idea as to how their dynamic has shifted from this single conversation, just a little, to something just a tiny bit stronger than before.

“Are all Humans so adaptable?” Shral wondered with a narrow slash of a smile, shifting in his seat. Dagmar couldn’t imagine he was particularly comfortable on that footstool after so long - it wasn’t exactly designed for comfortable sitting. “Or are you simply determined to surprise me at every turn?”

By the end of the chapter we've learned that Shral is an uptight, emotionally constipated man who dislikes ambiguity in any form and yet also has a very low confidence level where his ability to predict Dagmar is concerned. He thought she'd be angry with him - she wasn't. He thought she'd uncomfortable with the bond and avoid using it - she wasn't and very clearly didn't. Earlier in Chapter 45, he'd most likely expected to be some kind of celibate for months according to some cursory research on her strange, alien customs - she threw that idea out the window immediately. Even in some of their earliest interactions, Shral's simple prediction that Dagmar would dislike vithi on principle, since Humans seemed somewhat averse to especially bitter things, was completely off. At every turn, Shral fails to entirely predict Dagmar. He can make accurate guesses most of the time, but every now and then shejust randomly jukes left when he anticipates her going right, and it's both utterly maddening and terribly interesting.

Whatever else he might feel at the time, Shral is never bored when Dagmar is around.

Alright, that's it! Ramble: completed! Thanks for the ask, anon! <3