#can i just say that he's so tall gawd

[gojoux]

GOJO SATORU THE MAN YOU ARE

[yunholuvrr]

muse

summary: Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k

genre: smut, model!yunho, fashion designer!hongjoong, photographer!reader

warnings: explicit smut minors dni, petnames (baby, love, princess), big dick yunho, semi-public sex???? pretty tame i think, lmk if i should add anything

note: taking a break from we all need love to indulge in my feelings for cosmopolitan yunho oh my GAWD he's so fine.... & i did not proofread sorry for any typos

You've worn many hats since you graduated. Interning at various clothing companies, freelance photography picking up gigs from friends and classmates, and a brief stunt as a journalist. It only makes sense that all your jobs have led to you standing in front of a glowing runway, camera propped and ready for the first model to walk out, people rushing by as they settle into their front row seats.

Not every classmate of yours was doing well in the fashion industry, but one in particular was making waves, if this event was anything to go by. Kim Hongjoong, the designer that came out of nowhere.

You chuckle at the marketing of your old friend. Anyone who knew him would know he was born to design clothes, hell, if you didn't know him you'd only have to take one look at his closet. But in the grand scheme of things, a man's gender inclusive line going viral after only 2 years in the industry is pretty unheard of.

The lights dim and you focus on your camera's digital screen, quadruple checking all your settings. Hongjoong was your biggest client during your freelancing days, and your gig tonight was to capture his show for press. Usually you'd just be doing personal events like weddings or birthdays, but these would be seen be anyone and everyone in the industry. To say you were nervous would be an understatement.

One model after another appears on stage, making their rounds in all types of bold, complex outfits. His work wasn't really your style, you preferred to keep it simple and comfortable, but it's hard to deny its appeal. The models he invited showed the pieces off amazingly, too. They worked on all body types and proportions, which you made sure to capture in every photo.

One man in particular stood out to you as you took every shot you could. He looked more like a traditional model, tall and thin, lean and muscular in all the right places. He could get a job anywhere he tried. The charisma oozing from his face was infectious. A few dark strands of hair fell in front of his rhinestone speckled eyes, which seemed to make eye contact with every single person in the room. His cupid's bow was sharp, and the smirk he sent to your lens in particular had you nearly forgetting to press the shutter release.

"That's a wrap!" A man calls from behind you. The stage lights finally fade and the crowd dissipates, leaving you and a handful of other staff to pack up. You sit on a nearby stool, squinting at the small screen and clicking through your photos. Before you can get very far through your collection, someone taps you on the shoulder.

"After party in an hour babes," Hongjoong chirps next to you, "you're invited. Thanks for the excellent photos tonight."

"You haven't even seen them yet," you chuckle and finish packing up, resolving to get ready for the party despite the exhaustion you feel at the back of your mind.

He smacks your arm playfully before insisting that every photo you've ever taken has been perfect. "By the way, did any of the models catch your eye?"

"Is there a correct answer or do you want my honest thoughts?" You pierce right through your friend's shenanigans. Hongjoong has always been quite the matchmaker among your friends, although you wouldn't call it his most successful hobby. It's almost like he just picks two names out of a hat and decides they would look good together.

He only shakes his head, "I really wanna know! They're all really nice."

You only squint before responding, "Tall guy, dark hair. He was towards the end but he really walked his ass off."

His face lights up immediately and you know you chose the right answer, "Yunho!"

"Yunho," you repeat, "yeah he's nice to look at. I suppose that's his job."

"He's the newest model I've worked with," Hongjoong looks at the runway fondly, "I didn't know if he'd bring anything special to the table at first, but he's truly irresistible."

"And you invited him to the after party and you want us to meet because we'd be such a perfect couple," you stand up, eye to eye with him now, and giggle at the little game he's playing.

"Maybe so... but listen!" You both start walking towards the exit, "I don't want you to fuck him on the first night or anything. Just get to know him, at the very least you'll get a new client. His portfolio is bare bones."

You don't even have time to process what he said before he's slipping away backstage with a quick goodbye. If you were being honest, this Yunho guy probably wouldn't be a bad hookup. You weren't really looking for anything, but he's pretty. And you can't deny good work connections.

You arrive 20 minutes after Hongjoong told you to, fashionably late. You planned to have a drink or two and stick close to him since the small buds of exhaustion have already bloomed into a fullblown headache. No one should have any questions for a random photographer anyway.

"Speak of the devil, there's my right hand woman now!" Your thoughts were immediately proven wrong when you walk in and a small group of models you recognize from the runway stare fondly in your direction. Yunho is one of them, of course, but you try not to think about the words spoken about him just an hour earlier.

"Hi! I'm y/n, we went to school together," you manage a convincing smile as Hongjoong passes you a drink.

"I can't wait to see your photos," one lady gushed, "Hongjoong showed us some of your work and your style is just lovely."

You a manage a small thanks before taking a small sip. The conversation flows into a new topic with ease and you're left in the background to quietly enjoy the party. That is, until you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

"Excuse me," a shy, deep voice floats above you, "you don't seem like you're in a talkative mood, but I had a question for you?"

You look up and Yunho smiles down at you. He looks nothing like he did on stage before; his piercing eyes have morphed into soft, welcoming ones and his charming smirk is replaced by a nervous grin. You nod and take another sip, letting him continue.

"Hongjoong has just mentioned you so much I thought I'd ask if you could take some headshots for me?" He fiddles with his fingers and when your eyes widen he looks away.

"What has he said about me?" You try not to sound accusatory, but it doesn't come across as nicely as you'd like.

"Oh nothing bad! Nothing bad at all," Yunho chuckles, and it might be the nicest sound you've heard at this party so far, "he just wouldn't stop talking about how great you are. I figured I'd take the hint and ask."

You shift from one foot to the other, considering his request before deciding it wouldn't hurt to get to know him more. "Is this your first modeling gig?"

"Just about," there's that chuckle again, and it's contagious, "I've done a few small things here and there, but this was the biggest scale by far."

"You know I won't lower my rates just because you're new," you tease, "or because Hongjoong wants me to."

He just shakes his head profusely, "oh absolutely not! If anything I was gonna offer you more..." you see Yunho think through his sentence as he says it, trailing off after realizing what exactly he said.

"You flatter me, but I'm not in the mood to talk business right now," you swear a slight pout comes across his face before you even get to finish.

He doesn't skip a beat, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and offering it to you, "then why don't we talk later?"

You can only mutter a "smooth" while tapping your number into his contacts. You hand it back to him and watch him type something before feeling a buzz in your own pocket.

"I'll send you some info when I have a moment this week," you try not to stare at his now mischievous smirk, continuing to sip from your empty cup.

"I'll be waiting," he bends down to your height, and his voice lowers to barely above a whisper, "talk to you soon."

He's gone before you know it, disappearing into the crowd, and the brief proximity makes your insides turn in ways you don't want to admit. You have to find Hongjoong.

His bright blue hair stands out near the food bar and you quickly make your way over. The words fly out of your mouth before you even get to him, "what exactly did you say to Yunho?"

He gives you a small huh, clearly tipsier than you are, before a look of recognition washes over his face. "Oh hi love! I didn't say anything, why?"

"He said you kept mentioning me to him?" You would laugh at the state of your friend if it weren't for the sudden desire to know everything Yunho thinks of you already.

"Hm, I only said you're a great at taking photos!" He clings onto your shoulder and laughs, "and that he stood out to you on the runway tonight! He smiled ear to ear when I said that, isn't he so cute?"

"Hongjoong you did not," you grab both of his shoulders and shake him a bit, "does he think I like him or something?"

"Do you?" When you don't respond he just laughs again, "I guess my job is already done."

"I don't even know him!" You wish you could sincerely be mad at the man in front of you, but he's been correct all night so far.

"Don't you want to though?"

"I hate you, seriously," you glare at him, but he only laughs again before returning to his previous conversation. You don't know what he's gotten you into, but you don't think you mind it.

Your workdays have been packed ever since the night of the show. Being Hongjoong's right hand photographer had its perks, like the dozens of offers you've received since the articles went out, but that doesn't mean it isn't the most stressed you've been in weeks. You all but collapse by the time your lunch break rolls around.

Forget about me already?

The light buzz of your phone disrupts your thoughts about scheduling. No one usually texts you, at least not during the day. No one except Yunho.

Sorry! I've been swamped. Let me send you the form my other clients are using to schedule with me.

Aw, no special treatment for your favorite model?

You make a mental note to beat the shit outta Hongjoong for doing this the next time you see him.

Maybe if you give me a good enough offer I'll put you at the top of my list

Not even 10 minutes later, a scheduling request dings on your phone and you see the payment is three times your normal rate for headshots. You mentally curse Joong for putting you in this situation, but you're willing to play the game if it means good dick and good pay.

Am I at the top of your list now? I can't wait to see you

You can't help the way your thighs squeeze together for a moment, now eager to fit him in your schedule (and elsewhere). You wrap up your short lunch with a newfound motivation to get through your emails, making sure to leave a 2 hour slot open for him. You wonder how long you can hold off on getting back to him before he starts begging you. That would have to be a game you play another time.

The studio is empty when you show up, allowing you to quietly set up just the way you want to. Your movements are quick and practiced, dozens of headshot appointments under your belt at this point. These were supposed to be simple and straightforward, so you didn't have much to prepare besides rolling down the white backdrop and setting up your lights. There were a few other props on the side if he wanted to take more shots. You asked a couple people to help out with equipment during the shoot, but you came in early just to have some peace and quiet. Your coworkers arrive a few minutes after you do, exchanging pleasantries before finishing the job you started.

Then he walks in. You're double checking your camera settings when you hear the front door open and his honey-like voice greeting the other staff. You feel his attention shift to you, and when you turn around a playful smirk is plastered on his face. His makeup isn't as dark as it was on the runway, but he looks clean and undoubtedly handsome. His styled hair falls just past his eyes, moving with his lashes every time he blinks. He's pretty, there's no way around it, a type of face that you can't help but stare at.

"Why don't you take a photo, it lasts longer," he snickers, snapping you out of whatever daze he put you in.

"That's my job after all," you motion to a stool in front of the camera, "do you want any props? We can do more than simple headshots if you'd like."

He nods and sits down, long legs crossing each other at the ankle. "I'd love that, miss photographer."

You narrow your eyes at the comment before signaling to the crew you're ready to go. One lady is on standby near the lights, another guy has a handful of reflectors ready. You try to ignore the tension between your model and focus on your craft.

"Can we try the gold?" You call out to your team, closely monitoring Yunho's face in the warmer light. After a moment of thought, you ask him to tilt his head. He's well behaved in front of the camera, following your every suggestion. You wonder if the crew can feel the heavy energy between you two.

After a half hour of posing, shooting, monitoring, retouching, and shooting again, you call for a break and everyone agrees. The couch in the corner of the studio looks so inviting you nearly run to sit down, oblivious to the way Yunho follows.

"You're really good at this," you jump at his voice next to you.

"I went to school for it so I would hope so," you mumble, getting comfortable. You open your phone, hoping to mindlessly scroll before you all come back, but he just plops down next to you.

"Have you ever gotten your own headshots taken?" You shake your head, trying to ignore the way his leg is pressed against yours. "You're so pretty behind that camera, maybe we can switch one day."

You almost bump into his face from how quickly you look up at him, "I'd never let you touch my equipment."

He hums in disapproval before pulling out his own phone and leaning back into the cushions. "Fine, maybe not me. But I don't see why Joong's never put you on the runway. You're stunning."

He expects a reaction from you, but you control yourself, leaning forward to get as much distance as you can. The two of you sit in innocent silence for a while, but the tension only grows thicker. There's five minutes before you shoot for at least another half hour, and when your job is to stare at his face you're not sure you can go much longer.

"What exactly did Hongjoong tell you about me?" You sit up straight, taking a leap of faith.

"About how in love you are with me, why?" You swiftly kick his leg next to you and he chuckles, "he just said I caught your eye. He wasn't lying was he?"

"No, definitely not," you sigh, "but what I don't understand is why you like me?"

"Who said I like you? You just happen to be very pretty and talented and fun to tease."

"So you do like me," you huff in disbelief. Something in you stirs with every word he says and you have to cross your legs for some relief from the building pressure.

"If wanting to take you right now in the middle of your studio means I like you, then sure," his slender fingers trace the back of your shoulders, wrapping a secure arm around you.

"We still have all the props to play with," you scan the studio, but your team is nowhere to be found during the break.

"What if I want to play with you instead?" His breath softly blows across your ear now, voice just barely above a whisper. It takes everything in you to not kiss him right then and there.

"You're the one paying for this timeblock," you pull up your crew group chat on your phone, already making a decision.

"If we could wrap up here that'd be lovely, miss photographer," there goes that stupid nickname again.

"You can't call me anything else?"

"Would you prefer baby? Maybe princess? Or do you like meaner things?" His hand moves again to rest between your shoulder blades as he watches you type out a quick message.

"I would prefer if you shut up honestly," you press send. As far as your team knows, the client is satisfied and wants to end the shoot here for today. No one complains, you're still being paid for two hours thanks to Yunho's generous payment.

"Will you make me?" He traces a small circle with his thumb on your back, and the comment sounds more inviting than teasing. Your body reacts before your mind does, practically throwing yourself onto him out of annoyance and need. His lips are warm and soft and mold perfectly to yours.

He takes a sharp inhale as your tongue swipes past his bottom lip, his hand travelling up to hold the back of your neck. The other abandons his phone to take purchase on your hip, pulling you further on top of him. Yunho groans at the contact, resisting the urge to buck his hips up into you already. His flirting was almost as hard on him as it was on you.

"So needy," you mumble, propping yourself up on his chest to take in the view. His eyes are already blown out from lust, raking your body and letting his hands follow. His long fingers brush over your hardening nipples and you can't help the sigh that escapes.

He chuckles, "you're one to talk." He rolls his hips ever so slightly and you whine, head falling into his shoulder. He feels bigger than average below you and you wonder what you've gotten yourself into. You slowly rock your hips above him with his hands guiding you, whimpering into his skin.

"Can I taste you?" You freeze, head shooting up to stare at him in confusion. He wraps two fingers around your belt loops and tugs you forward again. "Please baby?" You nod and he sighs with relief as if his life depended on eating you out. Maybe it does.

He lays you on your back on a couch far too small for both of you like this, but you don't care. His lips are back on yours, warm and tender, as you feel both your jeans and panties slide down your legs. The cold air makes you flinch.

"Did I make you this wet while I was on the runway, love?" You feel one slender finger slide through your folds, but it's not enough. "Staring at me behind that camera all day must be so hard. I'll make it up to you," is the last thing he says before tucks his head snugly between your thighs.

Whatever snarky reply you came up escapes you with a moan just a bit too loud, his tongue flattening up against your slit. He wastes no time, too desperate to hear you above him. One hand holding you down just below your stomach, another teasing your entrance while his mouth makes quick work of your clit. You hope to the universe none of your crew left anything in the studio because your whines and wetness echoed through the room.

Before you know it he pushes one, then two, fingers into you, filling you up deliciously, and you buck your hips into him. His pace is slow and deep, opening you up to his liking. Some combination of his tongue and fingers nearly makes you scream, hands shooting straight to pull his hair. He groans into your flesh, vibrations sending sparks straight to your core, before looking up at you. His chin is glossy and a line of spit still connects you both and you nearly come at the sight alone.

"You're fucking delicious, darling," he pumps into you one last time before taking them in his mouth, sucking with a pop, "next time you should ride my face for me."

"Next time?" You watch as he unzips his own pants, shoving them down far enough for his dick to escape. It rebounds off his stomach, bigger than anything you've taken before.

"By the way you're staring," he grips himself at the base, "I think you want a next time." The way you lick your lips is involuntary.

He chuckles, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the floor nearby. You continue to stare shamelessly, boosting his ego as you etch his large, toned body into your mind. "Like what you see?"

"If you don't come here and fuck me right now Yunho I swear to god," and you swear you can see his dick twitch, but he simply tuts a finger at you.

"Ah ah ah, safety first princess," he slides a condom out of his pant pocket, ripping it open and handing it to you. You tilt your head and take it reluctantly, but he only smirks, "I know you want to touch me."

"Fuck you," you roll your eyes, sitting up and coming face to face (face to tip?) with his member. You never thought you'd see a dick that you'd describe as pretty, but his is long and thick and flushed a pretty shade of pink. You wrap your free hand around the base and pump a few times to tease him.

"Not now, love," you hear a shaky breath above you and you smirk. He pulls your other hand up and you comply, unravelling the condom smoothly down him. As soon as you're done he pushes you back down, not risking the chance of you testing him again.

"Let me know if it's too much for you baby," he whispers before finally pushing in. The stretch only stings for a second before turning into delight as he fills you up completely.

You sigh out in relief, mumbling a soft "keep going" and wrapping your hands around his neck. He listens immediately, pulling back almost all the way before thrusting back in. He keeps his slow pace until he's completely sure you're comfortable.

He looks down at where you connect before finally losing his composure. "You take me so fucking well," he moans, dropping his head into the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses all over you. His pace quickens relentlessly, the sound of skin on skin filling the studio.

You scream at one particularly rough snap of his hips, but he only barely slows down. "You okay, princess?"

"So fucking good," you pant above him, his mouth still ravishing your neck. He groans at your response, fucking you harder than before. You didn't even know it was possible. You snake a hand down to your throbbing clit, so close to coming undone.

"Please come on my dick baby," he all but growls, and the way his hips falter tells you he's close too. His words, on top of everything else, are enough to finally unravel you. You shutter and jerk up into him, moaning some string of fuck's and Yunho's until your mind goes completely blank. He comes shortly after, pumping into you sporadically until he finally flops down on top of you.

You both take a few moments to come back to your senses, nothing but a mess of sweaty limbs on this cramped couch. "Next time I'll take you home so I'll have room to cuddle you after," he chuckles, picking himself up.

"I would like that," you smile softly, legs aching too much to even attempt sitting up. He cleans you both up quietly before plopping back down, letting you stretch your legs across his lap.

"So," his hand traces up your frame to cup your cheek, "can I take you out to dinner sometime, miss photographer?"

[ladylaviniya]

The Bronze Dragon

Chapter 2 || Masterlist || Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: Another imbecile, another wager, and another surprise strikes Laviniya's evening upside down.

Pairing: Dark!Aemond Targaryen X Targaryen OFC

Chapter Warnings: Story Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Post-War Dance of The Dragons, Targaryen Heritage, Alternative Universe, Humiliation, Violence, Threats With a Knife, Death Threats, Coercive Behaviour.

Word Count: 3k

Author Notes: I must say I am sorry for how long this story is taking to flesh out but I promise this slow burn will be worth every moment of plot. Also yes...every chapter will have a Imagine Dragons song because I will be living my 2010's fanfic phase no matter how cringey anyone else thinks. I love their songs on GAWD.

Inspiring Song: "Levitate" by Imagine Dragons

Laviniya was slowly collecting the pieces of the cyvasse board when a boisterous exclamation broke their conversation.

“Belovveddd LiiiiLaaaccc!” came a drunken melody.  

The words “Beloved Lilac” meant to be in reference to her eyes and sweet nature rang out through the Godswood, muffled but distinct enough to reach her ears. It sent a jolt through her, and her composure seemed to waver behind the concealing veil of her mask. A mix of annoyance and resignation flickered across her features, as the echoes of the intoxicated greeting lingered in the air.

She swallowed hard, her unease evident as she cast a dismayed glance towards the source of the call and the accompanying lute music. Her mind raced, a sudden wave of discomfort washing over her as she recognized the situation unfolding. It seemed ironic that she had so skilfully avoided any increasingly unpleasant encounters with him up until this point, only to be confronted by him at his worst at the last moment.

Ser Trevor, a persistent and troublesome presence in his own right, was even more so when he’d indulged in one too many drinks. He had a habit of being quite insistent in his pursuit.

“Excuse me Ser Martyn,” Her voice held a sense of urgency as she spoke, and her actions moved swiftly and decisively. Without further delay, she gathered the pieces of the game into a pile before quickly scooping up her share. Despite her obvious haste, she paused momentarily before delicately removing the remaining pieces from the lord’s grasp.

Lord Martyn looked understandably perplexed, but he took her abrupt action in stride, his lips curving into a bemused smirk as he allowed her to do as she pleased.

“Where are you hiding, my sweet dragoness? I can smelllll your perfuuuume! Oh Fair lady, Lilaaaa!” called Ser Trevor. The Belmore knight must’ve been getting closer. Where was her Lady Myrielle? Still with the Squire?

With the hastily delivered words, she quickly dipped into a swift curtsy, hoping to cut her thought short in a timely manner. She had managed to take a step or two away from him before a pang of guilt seized her, it called her to turn back to face him once more.

Despite the urgency, there was also a subtle reluctance evident in her actions as she paused, a hint suggesting that she had not minded his companionship throughout the evening. She slowly pivoted on her heel to face him, her steps now less hasty than before.

He rose to his feet as she faces him, his impressive stature becoming all the more apparent as he stood before her. The top of his mask and head touched the branches of the Godswood Tree that surrounded them. She hadn’t fully realized just how tall he was until they were both standing side by side, and she had to tilt her head back to meet his masks gaze. He was withholding a laugh as his lips twitched with amusement.

Her voice took on a grave tone, her previous urgency replaced by a seriousness. “Trust me, Ser Martyn,” she murmured, her voice laced with deadly earnestness. “You do not want to find yourself as the object of Ser Trevor’s envy.”

She held out her hand.

Without hesitation, Lord Martyn gracefully accepted her offered arm, his long strides quickening to match her step fleeing deeper into the gardens.

His laughter rang out, echoing the fountain waters they hastily passed, his amused tone cutting through the air. “By the gods,” he chuckled, “what on earth could have been so dire that warranted such a hasty escape? Had I realized you were constantly pursued by suitors, I would have been more mindful of our time together.”

She slowed once she could not longer hear the wretched voice of a drunken Ser Trevor.

Walking alongside her newfound acquaintance, even friend, her voice filled with a renewed sense of mirth as they quickly distanced themselves from the party above ground. With a hint of diplomatic restraint, she continued, “It was just a knight who fancies himself as a poet.”

Despite the urge to openly critique the knights lack of talents in the arts, she refrained, opting to maintain a semblance of diplomacy.

Trevor was typically quick-witted and lively, enjoying revelry and laughter; however, his singing and lute-playing were far from exceptional. His songwriting skills weren’t necessarily bad, but it was everything else about his performance that fell short. He had an unfortunate tendency to believe that his position as a Knight of the Vale  made everyone obligated to indulge in his antics, regardless of their feelings. Lacking any sense of shame, he thought himself genuinely humorous – a truly dangerous combination.

As for her many suitors – many were from the Vale with ties to the House of Royce and Arryn She did have a letter once come all the way from the north, from Cregan Stark but that was too far for her liking. The wolf of the north or rather how she viewed him, “The dog” chose the side of the Blacks. The Starks continued the war beyond Rhaeynra Targaryens execution and took the head of the idle King Aegon. They had won if it was not for Vhaegars last fiery breath that he and his armies were turned to ash. Aemond thus made his claim of forced fidelity across all of Westeros. Even without the hoary old beast, Aemond was feared, respected and in some cases, beloved.

With her beauty and the tragic circumstances surrounding the death of her late ‘traitorous’ father, she inadvertently became the object of desire for many nearby lords. Over the past two years, it had been a skilful (yet discreet) manoeuvring that had allowed her to avoid their advances thus far. It was the first time in two years since she had worn any colour other than a mourning black.

Prince Daemon, her late father. He hailed from Kings Landing, a Targaryen prince, removed from the court by his own brother The King Viserys...father to the current King Aemond.

She did not spend much time with her own father and the little she remembered she felt discomfort by. Daemon had been the disagreeable solution to her mother’s long chosen spinsterhood, so hard to get along with and cruel in his words, it did not surprise her how he was so easily slain by Aemond. King Aemond who was now purportedly being waited upon at this very party. Poor lump, dear Daemon, and that entire house, a house she’d been mostly excluded from. Although, it wasn’t unlike them to have fought on until the bitter end. At least his end was famous, so she had been aware of his eternal departure at last.

But memories of his subtle tenderness were lit inside of her heart deep in the cold cracks where she had tried to hate him her whole life because she was told he was to blame for her dear mother’s death.

With them both gone, she wondered if the seven allowed them to bicker to each other or if there was final peace and forgiveness in their next lives.

It was fortunate that her shoes, adorned with gemstones and lace, were comfortable enough for the journey, despite their delicate appearance.

While nothing concerning had ever occurred within the palace grounds, she was increasingly aware of how strange their situation might appear. An encounter in the gardens seemed innocent enough, but a prolonged stroll through the darkness with a stranger might warrant the presence of at least one watchful knight, even in these peaceful surroundings. Though she had enjoyed his company so far, she knew she should probably excuse herself from his presence. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, he interrupted her.

“In the absence of another game of Cyvasse, I propose a different wager,” said Martyn with a light-hearted grin. “I bet I can discover yet another one of your secret hiding spots.” He chuckled, “After all, it’s my civic duty to the people of the Runestones to rid them of any dangerous goods stashed away here.” His smile remained charming, but there was a subtle hint of determination in his eyes. “Once I’ve done that, I assure you that I’ll leave you alone to do as you please, without further interference. What do you say?”

She paused in her stride, her curiosity piqued. A hint of surprise played on her face, her brows raised in inquiry. “Is that truly what you desire?” she asked, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Doesn’t such a pursuit seem rather mundane for someone of your station?” She considered him for a moment, her gaze sharp and observant.

Her previous doubts about his company were now firmly set aside. He was quite unlike any man she had met before. No adjectives seemed to quite capture him fully. Like the wind, his qualities hovered just outside her grasp. What better chance did she have to continue studying him? A sincere smile spread across her face, her eyes sparkling with warmth. With a nod of agreement, she eagerly accepted his challenge. “Alright, Ser Martyn,” she replied, her voice filled with a mischievous tone, “State your conditions.”

His smile widened as she agreed to the game. “Winning this little contest will likely require more than just luck,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “Skill will be of the utmost importance, more than what is used playing cyvasse.” He walked beside her, his strides confident and easy, as he looked at her thoughtfully. “To make things a bit more...interesting,” he continued, “if I don’t succeed, I’ll share a secret about my king that no one else in the world knows.”

The corners of his mouth curled into a smile, and it was unclear whether he was jesting or being serious – perhaps a bit of both. The information he was offering could be utterly insignificant while still meeting the requirements, but there was a hint of mystery in his voice that suggested something noteworthy – even if it wasn’t necessarily of great importance.

“Wonderful, there is one nearby us. Let us see if you can find it in the gardens.”

She still found the game intriguing, but she knew they couldn’t linger any longer. It wasn’t just about possible dangers; she wanted to avoid drawing too much attention to their prolonged absence. As they continued along the path, she occasionally slowed her pace, but didn’t come to a complete stop. Instead, she waited patiently for him to carry out his inspections, maintaining a low profile as they went.

He took his time examining their surroundings, focusing intensely on the path before them. When they reached a long stone wall, he paused to run his fingers over the rough crevices between the protruding rocks. “No,” he murmured, shaking his head, “This wall is far too unremarkable.” He withdrew his hand and gestured to the length of the structure, which extended unbroken for sometime. “You’d want to create some sort of distinct marker or landmark to easily find your way back,” he mused aloud.

The realization she reached was that he was sizing her up just as much as he was examining the wall. By uttering these theories aloud, he was observing her reactions, gauging whether to probe further. After a brief pause, she responded with a playful, “You’ll have to be smarter than that.” She then turned the corner without waiting for him to follow, her steps quick but light.

Despite the unusual nature of this game, she reassured herself that it was perfectly harmless. The absence of a strict chaperone was more than made up for by the highly attentive guards who patrolled the area. Her elder cousin might be fond of peace, but he wasn’t a fool. Ignoring the potential danger posed by her current guest would be akin to releasing a fox into a chicken coop. True, the presence of guards in the gardens was sparse, given their secluded location, far from the warmth and light of the festivities. However, the gardens were still situated at the very core of the castle grounds. Every entrance and exit point was closely monitored by the vigilant sentries. Despite the enchanting aura of the twilight, she knew she was still within the safe embrace of her haven, surrounded by familiar comforts and security.

They rounded the corner and discovered an old fountain, its surface cracking and chipped. The fountain’s waters had dried up long ago, and it was nearly hidden by the encroaching ivy and vine that covered it. Despite the vegetation, the marble carving of two dragons could still be seen, still holding up strongly. On their chests were two runes carved deeply to ward off any evil spirits.

The Lord surveyed the base of the fountain with a keen eye, noting the loose soil there. “ah ha!” he remarked. “Secluded, yet still recognizable. I’d be willing to wager that I’ve found something interesting here.”

As he spoke, she padded quietly around the fountain, her gaze intently fixed on him with the same focused attention as before, betraying no sign of impatience. She studied him carefully, her observations still astute and intent.

“You have to work quickly and efficiently, Ser Martyn” she declared, a playful smirk on her face. “It wouldn’t be fair if I gave you an eternity to complete this challenge. I suggest two minutes as a reasonable limit.”

She provided him with a hint, offering a vague comment that revealed just enough without giving too much away. “You’re right. There’s something special about this dried up fountain... ” she said winking, deliberately keeping the information ambiguous. “And you have approximately one hundreds seconds left to discover it.”

He chuckled at her words but quickly got to work, rummaging through the leaves at the base of the fountain. After several moments of sifting through the foliage, he paused and examined something closely, a look of interest on his face.

He gestured for her to come closer. “Take a look at this,” he invited. She approached, puzzled by the situation. There should not have been anything there; burying objects directly into soil without an enclosure was generally discouraged. She had learned this lesson after witnessing Eldric bury a pouch of candy, only for it to be washed away by the rain and quickly infested with insects. Still, she could see the reasoning behind this approach.

“What did you find there, Ser Martyn?” she finally relented, moving closer to inspect the object. As she bent down, she found herself in an awkward position. It was becoming a bit ridiculous, and she was keenly aware that her party dress was not designed for crouching in bushes. She knelt down as best she could, her lips parting to question him again, when she could not see what mystery he had discovered.

But before she could voice her question, the chilling feeling of a blade’s edge came to rest against her throat. Confused and tense, she stood frozen in place. What was happening? Then she heard the Lord behind her, his tone deceptively casual yet undeniably threatening. “Keep silent my dear,” he said, a subtle mockery in his voice. Her heart racing, she could only manage a nod, her mind racing as she tried to understand the sudden change in tone.

There were numerous retorts that could be made and the most prominent one was, perhaps, “this isn’t funny” or “what are you playing at?” or even, her personal favorite, “have you gone insane, you daft arse.” However, her mind froze, unable to vocalize any thought. The pounding of her heart was deafening, drowning out the sound of her shallow breaths and the light breeze on her skin. What on earth was happening? The question echoed in her mind, yet the answer remained elusive. It was Ser Martyn, of all people, doing this. Why?

“Oh yes sweet princess,” the Lord murmured, his voice unnervingly calm. “One wrong move, and all that precious blood will stain your pretty dress. Let’s avoid making a mess.” Incredibly, he seemed to find her panic entertaining, his tone suggesting amusement. “Get up,” he ordered her.

Without thinking about it, she backed away from the knife, inching as far away as she could, but she made no move to stand up. It was as if she didn’t hear the threat, her mind overwhelmed by the pounding of her heart and the rush of thoughts buzzing through her head. She realized she had walked straight into his trap.

Lord Martyn let out a disappointed sigh, then quickly covered her mouth with one hand while using the other to lift her up, his grip firm and unyielding. She found herself pinned against him, her back pressed closely against his chest, and she couldn’t move. The knife remained at her neck, a silent warning.

The unexpected motion sent a jolt through her, waking her from her panicked daze. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, both comforting and repulsive at the same time. A stifled whimper escaped her lips, muffled by the palm against her mouth. Her mind raced, replaying his words over and over, her heart sinking as she considered her limited options.

It was highly unlikely that he would go through with it, she reasoned with herself. After all, what would be the point of all this if he simply wanted her dead? That was the logical approach to the situation. Gradually, the tautness in her limbs subsided, and even her breathing steadied. She held her breath, mentally preparing herself for just a moment. Waiting.

A tear rolled down her cheek. Did he intend to rape her in the gardens? Where was her annoying Set Trevor? Where was the cycling guards?

“I do apologize for this unexpected turn of events,” he said, not sounding apologetic at all. “But as long as you behave yourself... “ Before he could finish his sentence, she lashed out, kicking wildly backwards and attempting to tear herself free from his grip. He was clearly much stronger than her, but if she could catch him off guard for even a moment...

Her foot landed back on his inner thigh, yet he did not stagger. He growled in her ear, grunting with her wriggling. With a single, lightning-fast motion, his knife sliced through the fabric and lace of her sleeve, drawing blood from the cut beneath. She couldn’t even scream, her cry stifled by his hand.

The sudden cut inflicted a jolt of pain, and she let out another muffled cry, her fingers frantically clawing at his hand, desperate to loosen his grip. She twisted and writhed in a desperate attempt to free herself, and she aimed a sharp kick backwards, stomping heavily on his toes. Her muffled voice pleaded, “Release me!” but the sound was lost against his palm.

Her hot blood dribbled down her chest.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her easily so that her kicking feet were no longer a threat to his knees and shins. The feeling of his warm body against her own sent a shiver through her, an unwelcome closeness that she couldn’t escape.

As she thought to use her nails to her advantage, something unusual happened. Her fingers started to feel strangely numb. Everything felt distant and disoriented, as if she was in a dream. Yet, the sharp sting of agony from the knife wound cut through the fog, a concentrated burn that made her wince. Could it be poison? Her weakening limbs scraped weakly at the hand covering her mouth, a pathetic attempt to claw free from his grip. Her muffled cries turned into faint whimpers.

She had no way of keeping track of the passing seconds and minutes as her strength dwindled. Her hands fell uselessly to her sides, all fight gone. Someone would come – they had to come. She would be rescued from this awful man, whoever he was – there was no way he was a nobleman, surely not, who was this false Ser Martyn. The world swirled around her, a dizzying dance of shadows closing in. This had to be a dream. It had to be.

Her limbs felt as though they weighed a hundred pounds each, growing sluggish and unresponsive. The grip that had been firmly fastened around her loosened, and she was lifted up into the air. The tenderness with which she was carried was a strange contradiction to the violence that had occurred just moments ago. Through the fog that enveloped her senses, she could faintly hear voices around her.

Ser Martyn’s voice rang out abruptly. “We left during the play, Ser Gilbar.” 

“Yes, sir,” replied his companion. “They were in the midst of the final act, It has not long left now.” 

“Fantastic,” the Lord continued. “Return to the troop. Hurry them along if they’re not done already. Skip a few scenes if you must, and ensure everyone returns here afterward. How many guards have you left to kill?”

“Three.”

She was being carried somewhere, her thoughts racing as she felt her mind slowly slipping away. How could this lowly Lord think he could get away with kidnapping her, a highborn lady? Did he not fear her cousin’s ire? Or the wrath of the Green King, who was infamous for his ruthlessness? Was the monarch involved in this scheme? Had everything been a deception from the start?

A soft sound of assent, followed by the rustle of someone moving away. With the departure of that person, the cool night air enveloped her once more, and a dull sensation of grass beneath her back pricked gently at her senses. As her blood continued to trickle from her wounded arm, staining and ruining her delicate sleeve.

A tender touch gently lifted the mask from her face, and through the haze of her lashes, the Lord’s visage loomed before her. Her body stiffened in response, a flicker of awareness surging through her.

Her limbs longed to struggle against the sight of him, but the numbing effects of the poison were too powerful, sapping her of all energy and capacity to move.

She was utterly powerless to halt his movements as he extended a finger to touch her cheek, carefully sweeping her hair aside. As he studied her features with a discerning gaze, it seemed as though he regarded her almost admiringly, as if he possessed some coveted prize.

In the blink of an eye, the world dissolved into darkness once more.

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[krnsluvvie]

love at first, love at second, love at last

doce: el día d (+ wc: 1.3k )

SUMMARY: sae had chosen his career and that was shortly followed by his and y/n's separation. three years pass by and amongst all the lurking and stalking each other's socials, sae is suddenly found back in their hometown. old feelings are resurfaced, current ones are questioned and a whole load of future ones are found in a blur.

once | masterlist | trece

“my god, it's so fucking cold.” you mutter under your breath as you squeeze through the throng towards your seat with kurona closely behind you.

“i told you to wear more clothes, goodness.” kurona reprimands you as he takes a seat next to you, drinks in his hands.

“a hoodie is enough. aren't you cold, too, though?” you hand him the popcorn along with other snacks stacked in the box, grabbing one of the drinks from his hand. 

“why would i be? i dressed warmly. unlike someone…” you send him a glare but all's forgotten as the announcer starts speaking, introducing the game and subsequently the teams.

you almost grip your knee in excitement as you wait for isagi to show up. 

black hair. 

black hair. 

where are you?

isagi shows up all in his glory: in his regular #11 jersey, a mega-watt smile on his face as he moves forward in a line, following the others.

you cup your hands around your mouth, screaming. “YOICHI!!!!!!!! YOU'VE GOT THIS!!!”

isagi turns around, almost glaring, and squeezes his eyes in second-hand embarrassment. 

“dang, a little bit of gratitude wouldn't hurt.” you say as you grab the drink, the straw pitifully sitting in the corner of your mouth as you pout. 

as if on cue, isagi briefly turns around and waves at you. one blink and you would've missed it. suddenly, all the sour mood turns all sweet and you grab kurona's arm. “did you see that! he noticed me!”

kurona grabs your hand resting on his and fakes interest. “oh my gawd, he was so totally into you!”

your smile drops. “haha, what about you pretend to be his boyfriend instead?”

“that's not what we agreed upon.”

“yes but surely you're doing better than me.”

kurona hums. “well, i've always been a better actor among all of us.”

you roll your eyes. “of course, mr sir actor footballer.”

kurona bumps his shoulder against yours. “we should pretend that we're all in the relationship. or should we make isagi two-time?”

your mouth forms into a line as you bump into his shoulder in retaliation. “PLEASE. let's leave the poor guy alone. he's just trying to kick the ball.” you say as you point at isagi who's standing tall and has his back straightened with his hands behind him.

“next up, we have the current japan u-20 team!”

you watch as the other team makes their appearance on the field. first up is oliver, of course.

he looks around the area as if he's looking for someone. the moment his eyes land on you, you whip your head towards kurona. “is he…”

“who? oh–

“yeah…”

“what's he doing?” you ask.

“making gestures, probably telling you to look at him.”

“urghhhh, that fucker.” your eyes travel back to the field and there he was, waving his hand at you, an almost mocking smile adorning his face. you're ready to raise your middle finger at him but kurona stops you. “his stans are going to kill you. do you want to risk it?”

you inhale. deeply. the drink is left on the bench as you get up, take a step forward and make a heart gesture. the only thing is that it's only your middle fingers with your thumbs connected. 

oliver looks like he's laughing but you're not sure as he quickly turns around, going to his respective place.

more and more introductions you don't seem to take note of or are interested in go on until you hear the announcer mention–.

“itoshi sae, number 10!” he walks towards his teammates, stance powerful and his expression screams anything but excited. but it's not like you can see much. head up, he scans the area and you swear, his eyes seem to momentarily settle on you before he returns back to his posture of a powerful footballer and prodigy.

the captains shake hands. and even from this high up you can smell the hostility between them. it's as if the whole field was infected with their greed. to win, to obliterate each other.

and the fans around only enhance it.

as you watch them play, specifically: continuously stealing the ball from the other, you wish you had paid more attention to the football rules. 

unfortunately for you, however, you didn't seem to be interested either way, so there was not a need. really. this whole back-and-forth game wasn't really doing it for you.

“wake me up before they finish so i can cheer.”

“y/n, what?– wait–”

your head lols to one side, eyes already closing. before it can hit anything–a person next to you or the ground, or the pole you saw earlier–there's a soft surface found instead. it smells like…

~

“kurona.” you jerk up, suddenly too energetic for your own good. “oh my god.”

“what's wrong?” kurona looks at you questioningly. the scarf around his neck is now found around yours and your arm is awfully too close to his–if not squashed against it.

“how long has it been?”

“hm, like 40 mins? you awoke at the right time, though. look,” he points at the board. “it's currently a draw and there's less than five minutes to the end.”

you pat his shoulder. “i'm so sorry. you didn't have to do that.”

“would you have rather slept–” his eyes move behind you, indicating. there's a big pole next to you and you can't even imagine what injuries you'd get if you'd landed on it or between the gaps, probably falling off. 

“who the fuck thought this was a good idea?”

“beats me.”

you grab his hand–it's cold. huh, all that talk for what.

“thank you.”

kurona smiles. “of course. what wouldn't i do for our little cheerleader.”

you raise your eyebrow. “little? i know damn well you ain't talking.”

kurona redirects his gaze towards the field. “you talk too much. what about you scream for isagi since he's in possession of the ball, huh?”

you chuckle. “we should do it together, you know.”

“i thought you'd never ask.”

“ISAGI, YOU BETTER SCORE.”

“GO, YOICHI, GO!”

isagi moves forward, the goalpost as his final destination in his mind. he's too preoccupied with getting there that he doesn't notice sae in his blind spot. in one swift motion, the ball is in sae's possession.

the crowd cheers even more.

fuck you and your japan's football prodigy. this isn't about him, you think.

suddenly, sae's eyes fleetingly pass over your figure; it's like he knows exactly where you are. in this big area full of people.

in the same second, the ball's stolen by rin. they fight over it.

in the last ten seconds, isagi yoichi manages to take a hold of the stray ball and uses his direct shot–right into where it's supposed to be.

the whole stadium cheers. you and kurona included.

“WHOAAAA!!!”

“ISAGI YOICHI, THE MAN YOU ARE TODAY!”

everyone's out of their breath, clutching onto themselves, their teammates or the turf.

this was rightfully blue lock's victory. but you couldn't blame others for feeling bitter and salty about it.

oliver takes a step toward isagi. he mumbles something but you see them shake hands so maybe it wasn't anything bad. not that they were on bad terms to begin with. game rivalry went far, however, so you could never be too sure about it.

from the corner of your eyes, you see sae breathe heavily, chest heaving as he rests his hands on his hips.

not that you paid any special attention to him but until the game officially ended with the announcer dispersing the crowd and the team, you noticed that he did not look once your way.

a tight knot formed in your throat.

“we should go congratulate isagi, c'mon.”

you blink. “yes! of course, let's go.”

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[chocos-universe]

lee!Van.

OOOooOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOooooOoOooO you’ll never guess who I am

OoOOOoOoOoOooOoOooOooO

*[Mr. Peabody hypnotizing meme thing]*

Oohhh! It SURELY isn't my boyfriend, is it?

Ticklish Painter!

___________________________________________

--Van was overworking himself and grew a bit tired, and JFK felt like... being JFK--

___________________________________________

|Lee - Van -- Ler - JFK|

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Ships Included - Van x JFK

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Van was in his tower, painting. He's been painting for 2 days straight without any sense of sleep. And his friends were outside his tower, looking up at his window

"...Should we... go check on him?" Abe questioned. Gandhi was about to answer before he got punched in the face by Joan as he fell backward. "OW!!" "Van definitely doesn't wanna talk to you." Joan muttered, crossing her arms. "I can, er uh, go check?" JFK suggested "...Sure?" "Why does HE get to fucking do it?!" Joan scoffed in disbelief "I'm the sensible one!" "Yeah, but.. you didn't say it first?" "...That's bull." Joan huffed as JFK snickered. "Watch my, er, chærm haaan-dle dis." JFK fixed his hair before trotting into the tower.

JFK made his way down the hall and to Van's room, seeing about 900 paintings in there. "Ma gawd, Van..." He mumbled as the painter flinched out of surprise of the voice. "Eh?.. JFK?.. What're you doing here?" Van asked, looking over his shoulder. "Jeez, kid, yuo ovaworking yoself ægain?" JFK asked, walking over to the short one. "No! Wel--... possibly? But there's just so much to paint!!" Van explained, putting his hands out in front of him. "DUde... you, er, painted yuor œwn toWea (tower), ain't dat eenoUgHh?" JFK rested his arms on the back of Van's chair, leaning on it and looking down at Van. "No! It ain't!" Van huffed, crossing his arms. "...Vanni... do ya knaur the penaltyyy for ovaworking?" JFK grinned. "....no?" Van raised an eyebrow, his arms falling to his sides, looking up at JFK "Ah.. ya dœn't, eh?" JFK chuckled, moving his hands to hover above the elf's sides, wiggling them teasingly. "Wahait-- wait, noho--" Van squirmed slightly, putting his hands on JFK's wrist. "Ihi'm not even doing anything--" JFK chuckled at the painters reaction. "You gonna stop and hang out with the rest of us, or what?" JFK asked, stopping the wiggles for a moment. "...No." That was the only answer he needed. "If you say so!" JFK then started to wiggle his fingers on Van's sides

"Eek! Eeehehehehehe! J-Jaaahahahahay!!" Van giggled, kicking his feet slightly. "Huh, tick-l-ish one, eh?" The tall one teased, squeezing Van's sides gently, earning a squeal from him. "Ehehehe! Nohohoho! Dohohohon't! Ahahahahaha!" Van laughed, kicking his feet as he tried to pry JFK's hands away. "Ah ah, nooo esCaping~ ThIs is yuor, er, punISHmeent~" JFK pinned Van's arms above his head, spidering his fingers up and down Van's sides and armpits. "Plehehehehease nohohohohoho!!" Van squeaked, squirming around. "Naur, wot?" "Ihihihihi'm nahahat falling for thahahahat!! *snort*" "Ooh, it snorts, eh?" "Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!" "Dats not nice.." JFK moved his hand down to Van's stomach, gently and lightly poking and squeezing it. "NAHAHAHA-- NOOHHOHOhohoho!! StohohohoHOHOHOHAAHAHAP!!" Van's giggles went up a notch as he tried to pull his arms back down. "Ain't geetin' out-ta dis one, buuuddy~" JFK poked in between the dudes ribs. "NAHA-- PleheheheEEHEHEHEASE!!" He snorted and squeaked, shaking his head from side to side. "Are yuo gon-na stap ovaworking yoself?" JFK asked, stopping for a moment. "Buhut I wanna do mohore--" "Wrong answa!!"

"NAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! SHIHIHIHIT-- NO! NONO NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!! *squeal*" Van INSTANTLY began to laugh and squirm more when JFK squeezed behind his knees. "Stap try-na escApe, it's no usse." JFK chuckled, circling around Van's belly button. "NAHAHA-- NOHOHOHOT MY BUHUHUHUHUTTON!!" "Ooh, nat your buttOn?~ Nyeah, nat yo widdle bwelly bwuttOn?~" JFK teased as Van's face grew redder. "WHY DOHOHOHO YOU TAHAHAHALK LIKE THAHAHAHAT?! *snort*" "I take grate offense to dat!" JFK huffed, blowing a small raspberry on the short ones neck. "BAHAHAHAHAHA-- I-I'M SOHOHOHORRH-- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!" "Are yous gunna stowp ovaworking yoself?" "YEHEHEHEHES!!" "AND are yuos gon-na hang ouwt with us?" "YEHEHEHES-- JUST STOHOHOHOHOP!!" JFK then stopped, letting his hands go as Van curled in a ball.

JFK smiled faintly, walking next to him and kneeling down, placing a tiny kiss on Van's cheek. "Cee ya ouwt thare." JFK then got up and walked out of the room. Van huffed and blushed a little "Ehevil bastared..."

❤️End🧡

[princesscolumbia]

Question for Authors

So this might sound weird, but I've gotten (I believe) pretty good at figuring out if an original fic started life as a fanfic.

Okay, so, like, you know how in fandoms there's that one fic that you love that is very clearly a fanfic because all the names are there and the characters' behavior matches their canon counterparts but the setting is different and the clothing is different and even if the story has familiar beats it's not even remotely canon?

My favorite example of this is "The Lighthouse." It's a She-ra (2018) fanfic with Catra and Adora and Shadow Weaver and Scorpia and Entrapta and etc., and there's even familiar story beats like Adora 'saving the cat' and Prime being a manipulative tool and Hordak turning on Prime because he fell in love with Entrapta...but it's a different story. There's no magic, 'Catra' is short for 'Katrina' and she's not a magicat, just a regular girl. Scorpia may be tall and built like a brick house, but she doesn't have pincers or a scorpion tail. There's no war, Angela doesn't end up trapped in a portal, there's no sword.

In short, it's pretty much nothing like She-ra 2018...but because all the characters are named the same as and behave in familiar ways as their canon counterparts, we know it's She-ra 2018.

I even left a comment to the author saying they should rename the characters so they could publish it as an original work because goddamn is it a good book and they deserve praise and money for it.

So when you get deep enough into a given fandom, you can start to recognize the 'fingerprints,' for lack of a better term, of canon even when the author has had enough drift from canon to make it fairly unique.

And then...and then you can start to recognize when there's a derivative work out in the wild.

So, like, I love the author's work, so I won't be too specific about it, but I read this original work on Scribblehub that I absolutely enjoyed...and by the end of it I could swear it was a She-ra (2018) Power Ranger's AU. I mean I could recognize characters and unconsciously started mentally assigning voices from She-ra to the characters even before the stuff that made specific things stand out to me to positively identify it as a She-ra (2018) fanfic where the setting is Late 20th Century Earth where an alien invasion is occurring (where the aliens happen to have a general who is a cat-girl) and they really need a group of teenagers trained fighters with attitude...

And then...AND THEN!

This morning I'm on Tumblr and a post from a different favorite author of mine who I happen to know likes Ranma 1/2 and writes fanfic for it posts a teaser for a WIP that...um...that could be Ranma. I mean, yeah, girl-Ranma with no curse, but...yeah, it could. And it might not have tripped my mental radar, but it's a Sapphic story where the love interest...is a blue-haired girl with a temper that starts out antagonistic to the redheaded protagonist.

I'm not gonna give more details than that, because I don't know if it's a dick move to call someone out on that sort of thing. I have, after all, written entire books of fanfic and I have a WIP that's an original work, probably a half-dozen isekai and AUs like crazy, so for me the notion that someone could come along and say, "Hey, that's a rebranded Ranma 1/2 fanfic!" and I'd be all, "...yeah? What's your point?"

But I'm also aware I have the WORST background to know how other creatives might respond to things I think are obvious, which brings me to my question:

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls Season 2, Episode 15, "Lost And Found", Aka The Bracelet Has Breached Containment, Aka BraceletGate, Aka QuarterOnAStringGate, Part 6

Five minutes to go. We've finally arrived at the rotting meat of the episode. Since I won't watch Teach Me Tonight (or the episode that comes after it), this is the last episode for a good long while solely focused on Lorelai Gilmore's paranoia. Thank Gawd. I am drained.I have nothing left in me. She has sucked out my life force the way she sucks the lifeforce out of Dean Forrester. Parts 1-5 (!!) and all other episodes can be found in my pinned post.

Out of context, this looks terribly ominous.

Sweaterpaws.

Jess was seriously going to just go home and not even bother to ask for any money (well, he did say "I'll be back to collect it later, I know where you live", like the old timey Italian mobster he is). But he could have used that $5 (I do wish I could tell how much she's holding). Even though Jess must wait on Lorelai's table at his place of employment at least once a day every single day, I wager this is the first time Lorelai has ever paid him or tipped him squat. The boy was too stunned to speak. Better make sure its not Monopoly money or something.

I love how cautiously he takes it. He's such a smart boy, he knows this is a trap.

Time for my favorite #SadBaby joke, one I made up myself many years ago: Why does Jess Mariano love Santa Claus so much? Because unlike his father, at least Santa Claus visits once a year.

You dropped this, my king.👑 The fact that he's so utterly unbothered by Lorelai, making this a completely one-sided argument by an adult with a minor child will always be hilarious to me. Lorelai: Why would you do this? Oh, the DRAMATICS! I would never be dramatic.

WHATEVER WHATEVER WHATEVER WHATEVER!!! How you like them apples?

"Don't whatever me, you ittle jerk! You let Rory run around PANICKED! Thinking she lost her boyfriend's bracelet! She was MISERABLE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?"

You ever wonder if Dean Forrester is perched on a rooftop somewhere with a sniper rifle and if Lorelai doesn't say "Dean is great" "Dean is tall and pretty" "Dean is the best lover I've ever had" out loud at least twice a day, it's lights out for her? It's either that or he's blackmailing her and is going to spill their illicit relationship if she doesn't kiss his ass on the regular, or maybe he used some advanced brainwashing techniques on her (this one is highly unlikely, he's barely literate) there are no other possible explanations for this behavior.

Way to go Lorelai, that's four rapid fire lies, exagerrations and falsehoods in the span of mere seconds. I'm impressed. I think Jess has to be dying of laughter on the inside right now listening to this crazy bitch's lunatic rantings. Actualy, in the second picture, from that angle it almost looks like Milo is smiling lol

Baby, you're so smart. I know you didn't finish high school, but you should still win some kind of award for smartness. #AdmireTheBaby

Lorelai can't call Dean "son", it would clash with his other title, "Rory's Future Stepfather."

Lorelai's face after Jess pointed out Rory didn't miss the bracelet for two weeks. SHE KNOWS HE'S RIGHT. Come on, just admit this kid is right and we can move on with our lives!

Lorelai goes back to the living room to contemplate how Jess Mariano is right about everything all the time.

Okay, since we know Luke isn't getting a new apartment, I'm intrigued. Ahhh, a second Nuclear Luke rant in one episode! It almost makes up for the rotting meat of the previous scene. "Taylor is systematically buying up the whole town! He's gonna turn it into Taylorville! Everyone will wear cardigans and have the same grass height! He's gonna buy the building next to the diner and turn it into a plate shop for freaks without enough brainpower to buy stamps! I walked around in a blind rage. I was crazy. I bought one of those Belgian waffles with the ice cream dipped in chocolate. But I didn't eat it, I'm upset, not suicidal." LMAAAAAO. Oh Luke Danes, I love you so fucking much. "I had your voice going around and around in my head, I heard you saying, "take a chance Luke, make a move! Can't have a single bed! So I bought the building!" Told you Lorelai's nagging wields tremendous power, leading men to emotional and financial ruin.

For a few brief moments, Lorelai is the voice of reason and rationality. She suggests he could back out of the purchase, or barring that, expand the diner or rent the building to someone Taylor really hates, which is an idea I could get behind. Luke has 100k to spend on real estate, huh. I've said this before, I envision an au where Luke signs the paperwork to just get Jess his own seperate apartment. Even he had to wait until his 18th birthday. Jess could contribute to some of the rent and bills and Luke could pick up the rest. Everyone would be happy. I just want Jess to thrive and be happy. I'm going to imagine him thriving and happy.

A moment later, Lorelai is back to her old self. Holy hell, woman. The fuck is wrong with you? Poor Rory! Can Luke front some of that 100k to pay for Rory's future therapy bills, that she'll surely need after the damage you've caused?

I honestly have no idea what the fuck she's talking about. When have they been "thrown together"? When you think about it, Rory and Jess so far have had minimal interaction aside from some brief conversations, the majority of which Lorelai isn’t even aware of, and we're 10 episodes in after Jess' arrival. Do you mean the Bracebridge Dinner? The thing you set up and invited him to? Literally, Lorelai doesn't even know that Rory and Jess interacted in her backyard this afternoon. Or do you mean the picnic basket auction? Where Jess committed the unspeakable crime of having lunch with Rory?

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? Luke thinks Rory and Jess would make a good pair. Lorelai is so in awe of the power of Jess Mariano that she fears coupling him with her daughter might rip a hole in the very fabric of space and time.

Luke is my favorite Literati shipper.

"If Rory dates Jess, my shnooky-ukkums Dean will stop coming over to my house. Jess Mariano must die."

At least the last minute of the episode brings us one of the most splendid endings in Gilly Girls history.

Promotional poster for my horror movie called The Hollow: Luke Danes' Revenge. He's got a sledgehammer, a troubled nephew, and a thirst for Taylor Doose's blood.

I LOVE how hard Milo flinched when the hammer went through the wall. THIS EPISODE IS OVER. I SURVIVED THE ENTIRE THING. Where's my cookie?!

[b-ritney]

MY FAVS LIST PT.2

for some reason every time I try to add a new fic to my original favs list it says there is an "Error processing my post" *rolling my eyes* I have so many fics to add to the list tho, get ready to add some new HEAT to your TBR :)

PART 1 You DO NOT want to miss these

mostly Stranger Things and Avatar lmao

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Sleepy and Needy in Steves Lap by @lunarzstarz SMUT

Oh my f'ing GAWD, this is *chef's kiss* this writer is SO talented.

she's gonna save me by @newlips Fluff

Bestie im on my knees. You killed that fr, mechanic Eddie never disappoints. :) THIS IS A 2 PaRt SeriES so far!!

as long as you need by @lilacletter SMUT

As promised I was FINALLY able to add this to the list! :) I love the kindness and attentiveness the writer portrayed in Eddie it's so PerFecT, this writer is sooo talented! Get ready to MELT like a popsicle in JULY.

You Give Love A Bad Name by @cinemaquinn SMUT SMUT SMUT

Also as promised I was finally able to add this to the list :) come get ya'll JUICE!!! I am LIVING for the breaks in his dominant demeanor. Like even though he's a dick he still wants her to feel good and be comfortable. BUT THE ENDING TORE MY ASS UPPPPP girllllll it's soooo good!

Ok i had to come back and add more to this bc i've now read it 3 times.

You know when you're looking for that perfect dynamic in a fic that is the sexiest to you? This is that for me. Like you can tell that even though he is cocky and has the rockstar persona when it gets down to it you can tell he genuinely cares that she is comfortable and enjoying herself. and the CHECKING IN had me giggling and kicking my feet like... he is giving me whiplash in the best way... its like a fatal attraction, he draws you in with the bad boy persona and then switches up and is all sweet and caring and then goes right back to the bad boy. I'm so excited to see how the next part goes.

Lets Go Dont Wait by @carolmunson spicy Fluff

Girl... you've once again blessed me with a masterpiece, I'm officially dubbing it a New York Times best-seller

Check out @pandorxx and @tiredmamaissy for some KILLER avatar smut... I mean both of these writers are so talented... and the content they serve is *bitting my knuckles* SO PeRfecT.... if you love ten-foot-tall, blue, SHREDDED cat people then they've got you covered fr fr <3

Satiate me by @zujime SMUT

hehehehehe this is.. hehehe sensational... we love a tired, hazy dick down... at least I do. *cries in virgin* Listen... The casual dominance had me at attention like YES SIRRRRR when he goes, “Open up for me, yeah?” and “Tongue out, baby, come on.” I was GONE. seriously fabulous work <3

Just call me Mr.Munson by @bimbobaggins69 SMUT

Listen the idea of sucking dick has never been appealing to me.. only just recently have I discovered this itty bitty part of me that might like it a little... but THIS, this has given me a whole new perspective lmao consider my horizons broadened, and the idea not completely off the table LMFAO <3 awesome fic

Eddie Shotgunning blurb by @wndalovebot SpICy <3

Doing this with someone is in my top 3 fantasies lmao you should have heard the scream I scrumpt lmao I am a fucking fool for this. You know what I would do if this ever happened to me.... I honestly don't know... but my knees are weak just thinking about it. Sooo Good! <3

Steddie Tattooing blurb by @idkmanijustwannawrite SMUT

Y'all already know this was being added immediately, lmao this first time I got a tat was a religious experience bc I discovered so much about myself lmaooo I was like "you know what would be good with this???" ...Head... all these thoughts were internal. Don't worry I have some semblance of decency lmao then I found out that there is a whole community of people who think the same thing on here lmao all jokes aside, this is so so so good go give it a read, show the author some love, you will not be disappointed. <3

Mafia Eddie by @oneforthemunny

This shit has me giggling like a fool, I can not talk enough about how talented this writer is, I am on my knees fr queen. It's the type of writing you read over and over and NEVER get tired of. <3 Mafia Eddie does something to me frrrrr.

Jake Sully x Bimbo gf by @coffeeandbookskeepmealive SMUT

This keeps me up at night lmao I'll be so for real I'm in between finals rn and I read this before taking my next test... I can't tell you how many times I've read it already.... I'm not normally into the lil housewife type thing but BRUH this had me crossing my legs and giggling fr. What I like about this is that it fits the prompt but Jake doesn't dehumanize her for being lil slut for him. He still treats her nice and wants her to feel good and that makes me FERAL. Go show this writer some love! <3

The Truest Statement by @newlips 18+

I know this isn't necessarily fan fiction lmao but this is going to live in my head forever... lmfao 'big stretch' bruh i'm gone I blacked out.

Something Extra by @luveline SMUT

This was in my first favs list but the damn link broke at some point so I wanted to put it here again because it is sooo good and deserves proper recognition!!! putting my old comments below :)

It's the way he so sexily explains what he's gonna do to the reader and asks if it's ok and everything, we love a respectful man UGH actually though it is so so so so good.

I Need Something By @hellfiremunsonn SMUT

This is the first time I've seen an author (yes an AUTHOR you are so talented <3) mention a lil panic moment after sex which is more common than people might think, there are so many emotions flooding your system at once. and HOLY F this was just all-around amazing... when he "hey hey hey baby you're okay." My cheeks got HOT fr. <3

The "yes" Policy by @pinkrelish Fluff EVENTUAL SMUT

I have mentioned this before but I am just now on the last part and I want to tell the author with all honesty... your writing style blows my mind I was enthralled in every sentence and I could read this over and over and over... you are beyond incredibly talented.. this is the type of story that could EASILY become a brilliant movie and YOU did that! I really hope you are proud of yourself bc all jokes aside this series is a masterpiece. EVERYONE should read this.

Rabbit Food by @oneforthemunny SMUT

The truth is that I need to go through and write a commentary on all your master lists bc everything you write is gold but for some reason this week DILF Eddie has me in a fucking chock hold. Also, new kink unlocked... thank you. LMAO This is another author I can't recommend enough! <3

us versus them by @myosotisa SMUT

You should know I will be back to read this over and over and if I could leave 1000 hearts I would bc GOOD GAWD this did something to me fr fr. This part in particular:

"Did so good for me, sweetheart.

So pretty, so perfect.

Come back to me, baby. Nice and easy."

yeah, I died a little. As in I blushed so hard I had to get up and walk away to cool down. Take a bow bc you DID THAT!!

Phone Sex Operator Eddie by @bimbobaggins69 SMUT

pt. 2

Lord have mercy. Let me start with, this is relatable af bc not only can I not talk to men in person but I can barely make phone calls LMFAO. This is a 2 part series so far y'all come get you some this is such a cute idea.

Sort of similar... I got a phone call from a military recruiter that is always trying to get me and my friends to join the Marines and his voice was so sexy I just ended up flirting with him the whole time (respectfully). Then we found out it's the same marine that we see in person at the mall all the time lmao so I've met this dude in person bahaha (once again respectfully.)

I fr was like "oh haha I wish you could see who you're talking too, the military wouldn't want me." BAHAHA my ass was FISHING for compliments BAHAHA

TBC... <3

[justfangirlstuffs]

Non-Expendable

You're not the greatest at socialization. So it never fails to baffle you when the king of social skills comes to pay you a visit.

You x Sun (Agent Dawn)

Soon. Soon it would be ready. Your next great creation. Oh, how you loved working in the labs. The agency had been kind enough to give you plenty of material to work with, and you had your own little nook to retreat into if you needed to take a break from people. You didn't hate people. Not really, just... they could be a lot sometimes. Or, sure, you were more than capable of carrying a conversation or listening to people go on about whatever. But sometimes, you just needed to be alone with your music playlist.

Today you were intensely focused on writing up a report, when your peripheral vision caught sight of movement and you jumped, grabbing your taser from off the desk.

“Whoa! I surrender!” A friendly voice said, as two hands were raised in the air.

You breathed a sigh of relief, grabbing at your chest. “Agent Dawn, I told you not to sneak up on me. I'm gonna put BELLS on you.”

Dawn gave a small chuckle, hands still playfully raised in defeat. “Apologies, a force of habit. You know how it is. The taser is new.”

“Yeah, well... can't be too careful.” You set the weapon aside and swiveled your chair to look at him properly. “So, what's up?”

Dawn's hands fell to his sides. His demeanor was bright and friendly as always, but there seemed to be a slight droop to his shoulders. “Can I borrow your ear? You're always such a great listener, and I feel like I can trust you with a secret.”

You smiled. “Ooh, a secret,” you murmured clandestinely. “Well, pull up a chair, I got some time.” That was the awesome thing about your work schedule. As long as you got work done, they didn't care what hours you worked.

Dawn pulled up one of the chairs, the act of sitting doing NOTHING to diminish his tall and lanky frame. You'd seen many sides to this animatronic, this agent, this man. You reckoned lots of people have seen the smooth and suave peacock of a schmoozer he was infamous for being. You weren't certain many got to see this side though. The side that was just a little bit less cocky and... dare you even say, perhaps, vulnerable?

“So, I was on a mission with a co-worker. Agent Neon, you know them, yes?”

“I've worked with Neon, yeah. Pleasant person, a delight to collaborate with.”

“Indeed,” Dawn agreed with a nod. His fingers gently drummed on the armrest. The action drew your gaze. You might be a chemist at heart but... you could admire excellent craftsmanship when you saw it. “I recently went on a mission with them. During which I might have...”

“Did you flirt with Agent Neon?” you guessed. Apparently, you had beaten him to the punchline because he tugged at his tie in a... not agitated manner... not nervous either. Damn, you wish you were as good at reading body language as he was.

“I was just being friendly. Just doing what a gentleman would do,” he stated smoothly in his defense.

“Mm-hm,” you said with a smile. “So what happened then?”

“Neon mentioned my brother, Eclipse. And, you know, that wasn't so bad at first. But then later I got so many messages from Eclipse and it was just...” He leaned over, covering his face with his hands. “I didn't mean anything by it, honestly I didn't.”

“Maybe they're just giving you a hard time, pulling your leg, jerking your chain? I mean, I've had friends and some family who do that to me. Just try not to take it personally.” Good lord do you wish you could take your own advice sometimes.

Dawn peeked out at you between his fingers and good gawd how was this bastard (affectionate) able to look equal parts pathetic AND charming at the same time? “You really think that's all it is?”

“I'm almost sure of it. You are...” you sighed. “A very smug peacock of a person, but you're also very sweet and good. That's easy enough to see.”

“Such a honey-coated barb coming from you.” Dawn laughed, leaning back in his seat. “Thank you, that does put me a little bit at ease.”

“Glad I could help. And, hey, if you need me to make you another plate of pancakes, just let me know.” You grinned and gave him a pair of finger guns.

He chortled, bringing his hand to his mouth. “I still have the first one pinned to the fridge.”

Aww, that was really sweet. It made your tummy turn in a pleasant way. Something about your demeanor must have keyed in on his sensors because his eyes lit up and he slid back into the skin of a smooth operator he wore so well.

“Oh, my, did I just get you to blush?” Dawn asked playfully, leaning forward in his chair.

Not wanting to lose face, you scoffed and planted your foot between his legs, pushing against his chair as hard as you could with the intent to make it wheel back. However, you forgot to take into account that he was heavier, and physics existed. So you instead sent yourself wheeling back and crashing into the adjacent desk and tumbling onto the floor.

Or you would have, had a pair of hands not caught you, saving you from a nasty spill. You found yourself staring up at Agent Dawn who looked both amused and concerned.

“Are you alright? You didn't hit your head did you?”

Awkwardness rising. Internal temperatures rising. Reaching critical levels. Only one thing to do. You went limp. “This the end for me. Please bury my body with my book collection.”

“Agent Pancake, don't make me stoop to drastic measures,” Dawn said, taking hold of your hand. “I have various methods of resuscitating you.”

Blast it, this man was good. Too good. WAY TOO GOOD. You huffed dramatically. “Can't let me die in peace, huh?”

“Not a chance. You're far too good of an agent to lose. And far too good of a friend. Non-expendable.”

That was another magical thing about Agent Dawn. When he spoke, he was so good at making you feel like you were the important person in the world. You stopped playing dead and opened your eyes. “Alright, I guess I won't give up the ghost today.”

“Good to hear.” Agent Dawn helped you back onto your feet, and his hold was so incredibly gentle.

“For what it's worth, you're a great friend too,” you told him. Then, to avoid looking at his face, you hugged him.

You felt him tense up a moment and were worried you had crossed a line, but then you felt his arms wrap around you and you squeaked as he lifted you off the floor. You'd always struggled with feelings of self-worth. However, at that moment, you really did feel non-expendable.

(A self indulgent fanwork based on @lavenoon's Accidentally Undercover AU.)

[msanimedolphin]

~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Nineteen~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

        “W-Whoa…” Hinata says while standing in front of Nishinoya.

        “What’s wrong Hinata?” Suga asks. ‘Oh boy. I think I know where this is going.’ You think.

        “Holy crap!! He’s shorter than me?!” ‘Knew it…’

        “Say wha?! Hey, you! C’mere and say that again!!” Nishinoya yells.

        “Easy,” Tanaka says calmly, putting a hand on Nishinoya’s shoulder.

        “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Hinata apologizes. “But um…”

        “What?!” Nishinoya yells.

        “Is it okay to ask…how tall are you?”

        “I’m 5’3”!!”

        ‘He’s shorter than me!’ You and Hinata think.

        “W-Whoa…” Hinata says with stars surrounding him.

        “Huh? W-What…” Nishinoya says.

        “This is the first time since I joined this team that I got to look down on someone.” Hinata explains while crying tears of joy. You facepalm at this.

        “Stop crying stupid tears of dumb happiness!! It’s not by that much!!!” You hear someone walking toward you so you turn around to see Kiyoko. You walk up to her.

        “Hey, Kiyoko.” You greet her with a smile.

        “Hello (Y/N).”

        “Heading to the gym?”

        “Yea.”

        “Oh, well, be careful, they are pretty rowdy right now.”

        “Thank you for letting me know.”

        “No problem.”

        You both walk up to the door and let Kiyoko go first to be polite. She has one foot in the gym before you both hear someone yell.

        “KI! YO! KO! SAAAN!! I came to visit you!” By now she’s entirely in the gym. When you see her get into a surprised stance you peek around her to see why. You’re shocked when you see Nishinoya flying toward the two of you. His eyes widen when he sees you. Before you can even react, Kiyoko slaps him and he’s lying face-first on the gym floor.

        “Come on (Y/N).” She says as she gently pulls you away. As she does you look back at the boy only to see him staring at you. You smile at him before looking ahead again.

        “Ryu…” Nishinoya starts.

        “Yeah?” Tanaka responds

        “Who is she?”

        “Ah! That’s (Y/N)! She’s our new first-year manager! Isn’t she an angel?!”

        “YEAH, SHE IS!”

-

        “So! Where’s Asahi? He’s back right?!” Nishinoya asks after getting up off the floor. You, Hinata, and Kageyama stand next to each other looking confused and wondering who Asahi is. You look to Daichi and Suga for answers only to see they have their heads hung with sad faces.

        “...”

        “...No.” Daichi finally answers.

        “That spineless wuss…!!” Nishinoya exclaims angrily.

        “Noya! Don’t talk about our Ace that way!” Tanaka reprimands.

        “Shut up! Ace or no, a wuss is still a wuss!!”

        ‘So this Ashai is our ace…” You think.

        “Gawd, Noya, c’mon! Wait!”

        “I already told you guys! If Asahi-san doesn’t come back, I’m not coming back either!” Nishinoya exclaims as he walks out of the gym, slamming the doors behind him. As Kageyama asks Tanaka a question you notice Hinata leaving the gym so you follow him.

        “Please teach me that receive!!” Hinata yells as he runs after Nishinoya with you behind him. “Nishiya-san, you’re a libero, right?! The defensive specialist position…”

        “My name’s Nishinoya. And why do you think I’m a libero? Is it ‘cause I’m short?”

        “Huh? No. It’s because you’re good at receiving serves.”

        “He’s right.” You say causing the two to jump. “The libero position isn’t played by someone just because they’re short…”

        “They get to play it because they’re good at defense. Right?” Hinata interrupts, earning an annoyed but proud look from you.

        “...”

        “Um…Right, sir?”

        “So you guys do get it.” Nishinoya finally responds.

        “Oh! And the captain called you Karasuno’s Guardian Deity!” Hinata proudly announces. Nishinoya becomes flustered and starts fidgeting and stuttering. ‘Cute.’ You think as you smile.

        “Um…did he say that?” Nishinoya asks.

        “Yep!” Hinata replies as you nod your head. The libero becomes flustered again and begins mumbling to himself. Hinata starts to say something but you stop him by whispering to him.

        “Hinata. You’re about to ask him for help, right?” He nods. “Don’t forget to call him ‘senpai’.”

        “Right.” He says before turning his attention back to the libero. “I still really suck at digs and bumps and stuff. Those are some of the most important skills in the whole game. So…please teach me how to do it right…Nishinoya-senpai!!” The libero leans back in shock as if he just got pushed. 

        “You…after practice…I’m going to buy you a Gori Gori Ice Pop.” Nishinoya says with a blush on his cheeks.

        “Huh?”

        “After all, I…am your senpai!!”

        “!!”

        “I’m still not coming back to the team though! I’m just gonna teach you the basics. That’s all!”

        “Thank you!”

-

        As the three of you approach the gym Hinata runs ahead, Nishinoya goes to follow him but stops at the sound of your voice. 

        “Thank you.” You say causing the boys to look at you.

        “Huh?”

        “Thank you for agreeing to help Hinata. I don’t know what the situation is with Asahi, but I appreciate that you’re willing to help Hinata. I know you don’t know me much, or even at all, but I love this team and want to see them succeed and grow stronger. So, thank you so much Noya-senpai!!” You finish with a bow. Noticing that he isn’t saying anything, you stand up straight only to see his face is beet red and he’s frozen. 

        “Um…are you okay, Noya-senpai…?” The said boy falls to his knees but before you can check on him you hear your name being called from inside the gym.

        “Coming!” You respond. You look at the boy hesitating before walking into the gym. You stop to say something to Nishinoya. “I’ll do everything I can to help the situation involving Asahi.” You continue into the gym, leaving Nishinoya still on his knees.

        “She…called…me…senpai…” He whispers to himself. “SHE CALLED ME SENPAI!!” He celebrates before calming down as he remembers what else you said. “I wonder what she meant by that…”

-In The Gym-

        As the boys are practicing you’re helping Kiyoko until you get distracted watching them. Kiyoko notices and walks toward you.

        “Are you okay, (Y/N)?” She asks.

        “Yea. They’re just a bunch of goofballs.” You explain with a chuckle and smile. “But something’s missing.”

~To Be Continued~

[diorwoo]

AAAAAAAAAAA REN im so happy to hear that you’re doing well, or…. trying to make everything fine, BUT IM SO HAPPY THAT U’RE TRYING YES BABE WE HATE LIFE BUT unfortunately we have to keep going just to spite it !!!!! (my motto 24/7) but yes omgomg we should exchange igs (i’ll send u another ask hehe)

i’ve missed u so so much and literally when i felt like i have feelings for one irl man i immediately thought of u and went,,,, my gawd ren’s gonna have a field day about this,,,,,,,, buT literally idk how and idk when but i fell for him and now im down bad IM A SIMP. THERE I’VE ADMITTED IT 😔. (i don’t even simp for san anymore 😨😨😨😨😨)

but to tell u a brieF bit abt this man (bcs if u let me actually talk about him, i could go on for DAYS), he’s literally the sweetest mf that’s living on this earth, i kid u not. it turns out, he’s been interested in me since my first semester of uni (im currently in my 5th semester) but he’s never gotten a chance bcs i get into situationships often and he’s super shy so he was not confident on approaching me at all 😭 but in the beginning of our 5th semester, we end up being in the same classes and we found out we have mutual friends and that’s when we started hanging out (at first, in group settings)!!!!

to answer ur question, yes he’s very handsome, he’s very tall, and he goes to the gym and……. welllllllll i shouldnt be thirsty on main but GAWDDDAMN he can literally headlock me n i’d say thankyou (LORDDDD IS THIS WHO I AM NOW) but yeah 😝 the first time we hungout, we’ve barEly talked, but long story short i got drenched bcs we went to a golf driving range AND THE SPRINKLERS TO WATER THE GRASS TURNED ON OUT OF NOWHERE AND I WALKED INTO IT 💀 he then offered me his shirt and it just started spiralling after that ehe (🤢 i folded 🤢)

we’ve recently been going on dates and he picks me up to go to campus even though he lives literally 5 minutes away from campus and i live 30 minutes away from campus 💀 like he spends an HOUR driving just to go to me and take me to campus then drives another hour to take me home and go back to hiS house almost everyday and he’s just…. so sweet. he’d open his car door for me all the time, never lets me pay for anything (we literally physically BRAWL in front of every cashier of every restaurant we’ve eaten in bcs i also insist in paying), is such a SHYYY person but gets loud whenever hes with me and texts with emojis with me, always waits for me anytime EVERYTIME, sends me tiktoks of cats bcs it reminds him of me, is allergic to cats but has FOUR who he loves veeery much, and thinks of the cutest activities for the both of us to do :’-)

also, one time i got him his favorite coffee (that he drinks. every. single. day.) and he literally couldnt stop going MMMMMMMM THIS COFFEE IS SO GOOD everytime he takes a sip and i was like… bro it’s the coffee u drink everyday tho????? and he went sorry it just tastes sm better bcs u got it for me 😔 AND I WENT AKAKKANFNDJSBJSJSSJNS !!!!!!!!! there’s so many things about him i could tell u but oops i realized i literally just wrote a 3 page essay about him 🧍‍♀️

ANYWAYYYSS all the simping aside, i can’t thank you enough for supporting me throughout my journey here!!!! you were the first person ever to send me an ask detailing abt how u loved my first work and that holds such a special place in my heart IM NOT KIDDING. literally trashed around like crazy when i saw ur ask ily. and i love love whenever u send me asks bcs theyre so fun to read and its so nice to get to know u!!! thank you so so much for being u, ren. i literally cannot thank you enough and im so glad we’ve met <3 i love u the mostest <3

OH MY GOD U ARE DOWN BAD ND THE THING IS U ARE DOWN BAD FOR A GOOOD ASS MAN A FINE ASS MF LITERALLY LIZ U WON IN LIFE DANG THATS HUSBAND MATERIAL

he DRIVES U HOME DOESNT COMPLAIN SIMPS FOR U OMFGGGG IM SO HAPPY FOR U LIZ IM LITERALLY SOSOSOSOSO HAPPY ND THE STOEY AAAAA IM SO ON LOVE WITH like he was right in front of u nd I'm telling u are gonna have ur happily ever after (my frnd also had the same story nd is now happily married with the guy ) MY GOD LIZ U ARE IN LOVEEEE Finally U PULLED A GENTLEMAN A KEEPER A LOVER A SIMP FOR U (when both simp for e/o >>>>>>) TELL ME MOREEEEE I WOULD LOVE TO LISTEN TO U ND YES I WILL ANNOY U 9N IG 🤩🤩🤩ND Y3S THANK U SM for coming back nd u just healed a part of me which u didn't break

[101-blueberry-101]

Idk if you have rules for requests so I’ll just go with this and see if it’s ok: JJK men (Gojo Nanami Toji Geto Sukuna) dating HCs!

Of course I can. Although I can’t do much for Toji and Geto as I haven’t read much of the manga yet and can’t quite pinpoint their personality, but I can do Gojo, Nanami and Sukuna!

Jujutsu Kaisen Dating HC’s!

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Jujutsu Kaisen Men x s/o Dating HC

ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕: By Anon

Satoru Gojo

I feel like if Gojo was dating anyone he would be supper clingy:

always buying you stuff when he'd go away, and same when vice versa

when he'd come home from long trips he'd make this big entrance and burst through the front door to your shared apartment.

"y/n! I bought y/f/f!" (your favourite food)

the instant you heard him through the door you'd stop what you're doing and go straight to him and give him cuddles.

Gojo's like 6'3 so I feel like when y'all cuddling on the couch he'll somehow maneuver the two of you so that your on top of him looking up at him.

He'd definitely find ways to fluster you, like calling you cute or small in front of his students

sometimes maybe even fluster you in inappropriate ways, if you know what I mean 😳

totally big for PDA

oh and don't even get me started in the bedroom 😏

like yeah sure he's cute and affectionate but just wait till things get heated

"c'mon baby. I know you love it" saying it in that sweet sexy voice of his just gets you even more flustered

tbh he'd be gentle at the start but idk about later just gotta see how things role

aftercare.... omg aftercare

this man, would just smother you with kisses

hell he'd probably even run you a warm bath

Gawd damn! lowkey, this man just be the perfect bf! like honestly who wouldn't want this man to just rail them and spoil them with overseas food and shit

Ryomen Sukuna

I feel like he'd be really mean and bossy, yet I also feel like he'd spoil you a lot and do a whole bunch of grand gestures:

Sukuna being like a god and everything always gets what he wants, whether it come naturally or it be forceful

like at the start he'd probably make a few grand gestures to 'win you'

not win you over but like actually 'win you'

and if that didn't work he'd definitely forcefully take you and lock you up until you succumb to your defeat.

Sukuna would not have picked you to be his because of your personality, no, he picked you because you were sexy

"you are mine, no one is to ever touch you but me. do you understand"

He has a huge ego so he'd totally make you call him master or sir

eventually once you warm up to him and open up your feeling to him and show him your interests and blah blah blah, he'd start feeling the same

"what the hell have you done to me woman"

like he ain't gonna start being respectful straight away but he'd definitely be feeling things

ok so like if this is before Yuji is his host or whatever, he'd be like 3 meters tall...

THREE FUCKING METERS TALL

he'd definitely dominate you anytime anywhere

like he don't give a fuck where you guys are or what fucking time it is, he's practically a god right now

"that's right scream my name"

he'd honestly rail you to the point where you cant talk, walk, or do anything

aftercare? what's that?

like I said he may be feeling things but he's still got a big ego

sure he'd probably cuddle you and stuff but that's all your getting out of him

Kento Nanami

I feel like Nanami would be super respectful:

this man would be the perfect house husband hands down

like Gawd damn! he be super respectful towards you

I feel like the way you guys would've met, would've been you being in a rush and bumping into him and you dropped like everything you had in your hands

and him being the respectful gentlemen he is, he got down and helped you pick up your stuff

but seeing as you were in such a rush you completely forgot to take your wallet out of his hands and you ran off

later that evening he had called you and you agreed to meet up

one thing led to another and you two became really close

soon he confessed to you that he liked you and that he wanted to go on a proper date with you

"y/n, I would like to go on a date with you"

you'd be all confused like 'what do you mean - haven't we already been doing that'

and then he'd have to thoroughly explain it to you to get his point across

"you mean we haven't already been dating" you would say all embarrassed and flustered

thankfully him being the polite man he is he'd say 'of course' and just smile along with it

after that you two would start going on more and more dates and start doing romantic stuff

like he'd be respectful and all but ain't no way is he making a move further, he just too respectful

like telling himself "I'll wait until she's ready"

but like you keep making hints and stuff but he just ain't getting it that's when you think of The Plan

you made the move on him the night of your 4 month anniversary

at the start you topped him but when you were going too slow he took over

now aftercare... this man has already prepared a bath and everything

like this man came prepared

he saw what you were doing and he prepared for it

like oops forgot protection, man screw that shit he put the pill in your breakfast this morning

this mad also dream boyfriend

Hi, I hope this was ok! sorry, I couldn't do the other two but i really did enjoy doing this!

if anyone has any other request please feel free to let me know!

[sleepysnk]

YES PLEASE TALK ABOUT WHATEVER KINK NSFW HCS YOU HAVE ABOUT JIRAIYA i swear to gawd i could talk about his gross sleazy ass all day long

a/n: I HAD TO WRITE FOR JIRAIYA BECAUSE HE IS JUST SO FINE. i also consider him the kinkiest man in naruto, so i hope you enjoy!

characters: jiraiya

warnings: canonverse, nsfw, smut, size kink, overstimulation, edging, slight dacryphillia, breeding kink, praising, oral sex f!receiving, fingering, slight corruption, spanking (?), some rough sex, daddy kink.

Jiraiya:

- now, where do i even begin with this man.

- jiraiya is fine as hell, and he’s literally the author of straight up porn. he’s also a man who knows the female anatomy very well, so expect this man to be very kinky and full of surprises. he loves to try new things, especially when it comes to you. he likes seeing what works and what doesn’t. you know, for research!

- i am a firm believer that jiraiya has a huge dick. i’m talking like 7.5 inches with some serious girth. it’s always poking out whenever he wears a robe, and i swear that thing floats when he’s sitting in the hot springs.

- jiraiya has a seriously high sex drive. he’s the type to last multiple rounds, and he gets horny very fast. do not provoke this guy unless you wanted to be fucked in the middle of the woods. he has no problem doing it. he will make it happen.

- this man knows how to eat pussy. i am not bluffing when i say it. he will eat your cunt out for hours, and he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking or pushing his head away. he loves to make you cum all over his mouth. seeing how much you squirm makes him even more turned on. he loves to overstimulate you, and hearing you whimper drives him insane.

- along with knowing how to eat you out, he likes to finger you while he does it. he has some really nice fingers, so he will reach all of the spots inside of you to make you feel like you’re going to explode. sometimes jiraiya will keep it nice and slow, while other times he’ll go really fast and leave you crying his name. the mess you make strokes his ego.

- i mentioned above that jiraiya has a huge dick, so i believe he has a size kink. he’s a strong and tall guy. he can easily press you against the wall and fuck you against it without worrying about you falling. he loves to see his fat tip spreading your lips apart. he stretches you to your limit, and you always feel very full with him.

- he will praise the absolute shit out of you. he knows how much you love when he calls you a good girl in bed, so he uses that to his advantage. his voice is so smooth and nice, so you’ll definitely be over the moon with his praises.

- “such a good girl for me.. you’re taking my cock so well..”

- now sometimes if he’s feeling cocky, or if you’ve been a brat, he’ll edge you.

- he’ll feel your walls slowly tensing around his cock, and he’ll just stop his movements. seeing your desperation sets him off. he loves to hear you beg with tears in your eyes to let you cum. he usually edges you once or twice, but sometimes he’ll do it three times. your sweet voice drives him crazy, and he loves whenever you cry out his name.

- he has a fucking daddy kink. idc what anybody says.

- jiraiya lowkey has a corruption kink. the idea of your sweet brain being taken over by him is extremely erotic to him.

- he doesn’t really have a favorite position. jiraiya can easily make you feel good in any way possible, so there isn’t a set position every single time. though, if you’re in doggy style, he loves to grab and slap your ass. he sometimes leaves marks on your skin too.

- most of the time, jiraiya is the dominant one. he’s hardly ever a submissive, so don’t expect to ever try and take over. he loves being in control, so giving that up would be really hard.

- the sex between you can really vary, but most of the time it is very rough. jiraiya is very nasty during the moment, so he grabs, squeezes, pulls at anything he can get his hands on. he also usually doesn’t play nice, and you’re sometimes left a tired mess once he’s done. he takes sex very seriously, and he expects the same from you. though, if you need a moment he stops.

- I STRONGLY BELIEVE HE HAS A BREEDING KINK.

- jiraiya loves to cum inside of you all the time. stuffing you full with his cum is always on his mind whenever the two of you fuck. there’s nothing more hotter than his thick seed dripping out of your pretty hole. he doesn’t like to let it go to waste, so he figures he’ll put it in a nice spot.

- he has the hottest grunts and moans.

- he’s so hot, he can fucking corrupt me.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being MSBY's Manager

Polyship with the MSBY Senior Members

(Featuring Inunaki, Meian, Thomas and Barnes)

*Barnes isn't included in the team line up above so I added him because ILOVEHIM 🥰

Oriver Barnes, Adriah Thomas, Shugo Meian and Shion Inunaki x GN! Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, YN gets hurt

A/N: This is an Anon request!

🏳️‍🌈 Please Like, Share, Comment to support my writing 🏳️‍🌈

😐😐😐

This is fine, I'm FINE

GAWD DO I WISH I WAS YN RIGHT NOW 🥲

But once again, this isn't about me

*angerly stomps ground, kicking dirt and crossing arms* 😤😒

Just another day in Paradise YN

Did I say Paradise?

Oh my bad, I mean just another day in hell as MSBY'S Manager 😅

Honestly idk how you put up with it

First you deal with Bokuto and Hinata every single day

Literally you walk in and it starts

"YN ATSUMU SAID HE WONT SET TO ME ANYMORE"- Bokuto 🥺

"Well if you wouldn't stop missing liners I'd set to ya more!"- Atsumu

Sakusa has yet another issue with the laundered jerseys

"YN the dry cleaners is slipping! I think it's time you find a new place"- Sakusa

Then there's the teeny tiny issue of dealing with the senior members

Which you also, coincidently, are dating 😬

Yep I said what I said-

Dating... all of them

As in libero Shion Inunaki

Brick house Shugo Meian

And resident trees Adriah Thomas and Oriver Barnes

Boy are you 5 a sight 😅

Your relationship didn't start out like most did

In fact, I fully believe those 4 fought over you at first

Like YN walked into the gym on their first day and it started-

"Hello there, I'm Meian Shugo, the captain and you must be YN. You are absolutely stunning"- he says, winking at you

Meanwhile, Barnes and Thomas are in the back rolling their eyes so hard they can see their brains 🙄

"Will you back off, you're scaring them! Hi I'm Inunaki Shio, the teams libero, it's so nice to meet you"- he says shaking your hand

Please Yn you haven't even met the feral children yet 🤚🏻

Barnes and Thomas come up, looming over you like freaking sky scrapers

"Wow you two are really tall!"- you say smiling up at them

"And you are so cute and tiny"- Barnes adds as you blush and smile

Please YN, do less ✋🏻😐

Suddenly the gates open, causing a wave of Bokuto and Hinata to erupt

Before the two crazies can even touch you, they are halted by the wall of MSBY seniors

"Back off you two, we just got this one, don't break them"- Barnes says

After some adjustment time, you start to get into a routine

Thomas and Barnes are always helping you set up the gym

Meian is always pulling you away for a "Captain/Manager meeting"

And Inunaki is always asking for you to stay late to help him with his receives

Please your time is so precious YN, everyone's scraping for an ounce of it

Meian, Barnes, Thomas and Inunaki are always giving each other death glares when one of them touches you

It could be as simple as one of them pushing your hair from your face and 👀

You develop a special relationship with all the boys, including the oldest idiots

DEATH GLARE 😑😑😑😑😑😑

You honestly aren't sure what you would do without them

It becomes even more difficult when they start asking you to spend time outside of the gym

Meian invites you for coffee

Inunaki is a lover of anime ✋🏻 *I'll die on this hill* and he loves bringing you to the local shops with him

Barnes is a frequent visitor of farmers markets and he invites you constantly

Thomas loves the movies and you guys go at least once a week

You truly love spending time with all of them

But you could never choose just one

I mean, big same YN 😅

So instead of choosing, you start to pull away from them

Because like that's gonna be SO EASY 😒

But like, if you can't choose one, choose none right?

And you don't want to hurt the team, so you start withdrawing from them

They instantly notice and hate it

Meian and Inunaki invite you places

"Uhhh sorry guys, I can't today"- you say walling away to avoid any weird interactions

You arrive earlier everyday to set up so you can avoid spending so much time with Barnes and Thomas

"Oh its all good guys! I got the gym set up myself"- you say running away as quickly as you can

Please they are all so confused and hurt YN 😔

But so are you 🥲

So one day, our 4 big bbys have had enough

"I'm sick of YN ignoring us!"- Inunaki says

"We need to confront them"- Barnes adds

"Alright let's go"- Meian says standing up as the four of them head to the gym

As they approach, they hear your laugher radiate from the gym

They literally RUN to see what the hell is going on

They see you smiling and laughing with Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu and Sakusa

Oh HELL NAW

our big bbys are FUMING

"Hey YN watch me!"- Bokuto says as he hits a liner

"YN would rather watch me"- Hinata says as he pulls of his new quick with Atsumu

"I'm watching all of you"- you say as everyone looks on

Meian, Inunaki, Thomas and Barnes are about to say something when it happens

"YN look out!"- Sakusa yells as one of Bokutos cross court shots slams down, hitting you right in the face

Everything stops

"HOLY CRAP YN"- Meian says yelling as the guys take off running towards you

There is blood everywhere

Bokuto hit you right in the face

"OH MY GOD YN IM SO FREAKING SORRY"- Bokuto says as you pull your hands away from your face

Your eyes are watering and your nose is bleeding bad

"Come on baby let's get your cleaned up"- Barnes says grabbing you in his arms and hauling you away

Thomas, Meian and Inunaki follow

Bokuto tries to come but Meian glares daggers at him 😬

In the office, Inunaki helps clean your nose up as Thomas returns with an ice pack

"Yn are you ok?"- Meian says ad your eyes begin to well with tears again

"YN what's wrong?"- Thomas asks

"I-I'm so sorry!"- you cry out as the guys look at you confused

"YN, does this have something to do with why you've been ignoring us?"- Barnes adds

You nod your head

"I can't choose between you. I like you all and I don't want to hurt the team at all. So I've been staying away from you all"- you say, more tears falling

Barnes, Thomas, Inunaki and Meian all look at each other

Meian sighs "we all like you too YN and we don't want you to have to choose"

"So don't choose"- Thomas says

You look at him 🤨

"What do you mean?"- you asks

"Date all of us for a while. We can see how it goes"- Inunaki says

"Like a Poly relationship?"- you ask

"Sure! I mean we already spend a ridiculous amount of time together"- Barnes says

"Yeah and we can all still spend time alone with you"- Meian says

You 👉🏻🥺🥺🥺 really

Please all these boys smile at you and you legit die 💀

Back in the gym, there's pure chaos

Bokuto is lying face down on the floor

Bby thinks he killed you and ended his career in MSBY

When he sees you, he comes barreling at you

Brace yourself YN

Oh I forgot, no need ☺️

"Touch YN again and I'll personally see to it that you never play professional volleyball again"- Meian says stopping Bokuto

"Shugo knock it off! Bokuto I'm ok bby! It wasn't your fault"- you say as Bokuto stands there

Bokuto 👉🏻👁👄👁 uhh yeah ok-

"Listen up idiots, YN is now officially dating me, Barnes, Thomas and Inunaki. Mess with them and deal with us. Got it?"- Meian says as Bokuto, Sakusa, Atsumu and Hinata nodd

You 👉🏻😐🙄 really-

After that, your life settles into a chaotic routine

You spend your days practicing with your boys and your nights at home with them

Let's just say you should probably make sure you fridge is constantly full as well ad your cabinets YN 😅

Life is pretty interesting for you

But then again, it would be dating the MSBY Seniors 🥰

[lady-ragnvindr]

So, I wanted to try writing smut for the first time, and I wanted to post it on my account, but I'm not really sure if I liked it, so I wanted to ask for an opinion. Like, is it actually good enough to post? So um here you go! ^^

(By the way, my first language isn't English, So I'm sorry about any grammar mistakes.)

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Character: Aether

Warnings: Omegaverse, breeding, Reader is gender neutral, but they have a Dick. The Reader is spiderlike, but they're still humanoid, They're an Alpha, Aether is an omega, Begging

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Aether was traveling in Liyue, his Companion Paimon by his side.

He recently got a request that he should kill a new monster, which somehow appeared out of nowhere.

Tho he was warned that the Monster would be too strong for him, he didn't listen.

He heard from a few people that the Monster didn't attack anything at all, but it could be a danger to everyone.

So, Aether accepted the request of eliminating the Creature, and made himself on his way.

While Aether was making his way towards the Home of the Monster, he didn't listen to the Protests of Paimon.

She told him that the Monster would be too strong, but Aether was too determined to listen.

He wanted to kill it.

-

Aether arrived at the Cave, Paimon shaking in fear.

Aether looked at the Cave once more, before entering.

But then he noticed that Paimon wasn't next to him anymore.

He turned around, looking at his flying companion.

"Paimon?" He called out to her.

"Paimon refuses to go in there!" She told him.

Even tho he tried to convince her to go in with him, she refused.

So they made a deal that they would meet each other in Liyue again.

Aether sighed at the sight of Paimon flying away towards Liyue, and turned around, finally walking into the Cave.

-

Even tho only a few minutes passed, Aether was growing anxious.

"Where is the Creature hiding?" He asked himself, looking around.

Suddenly, he heard Footsteps, which sounded very heavy.

He quickly turned around, making eye contact with a Creature that was around 9 feet tall.

It almost looked like a human...but it had Spider like features when it came towards the lower half of it's body.

Aether's eyes grew wide.

No way he could take down that thing!

He looked down at the lower half of the Creature's body.

It had spider like legs, which were huge.

It also had a piece of fabric around it's waist, hiding it's intimate Area.

Suddenly, his Omega called out to him: "It's an Alpha!"

Aether then noticed the scent of the Creature, which made him weak to his knees.

The Creature still looked down at him, tilting it's head.

It then lowered itself to sniff at Aether's neck, making the Boy shiver.

After it took a long sniff of his scent, it muttered a low "Omega..."

Aether couldn't realize anything because it happened so fast, but he got picked up by the creature with it's spider legs.

The creature stared into his eyes, which made Aether blush.

The creature then looked away, walking towards a wall, still holding Aether in it's hold.

On the walls were Chains, which were definitely strong enough to hold his Body.

He widened his eyes and begged for Mercy, but his Omega inside was shivering in arousal.

The creature held Aether against the wall, pinning him onto it with the chains.

It then let go, enjoying how Aether tried to get away.

A spider leg went towards his body, which made Aether close his eyes in fear.

Suddenly, his clothes got ripped off, which made him open his eyes again.

He looked at the lower half of the Creature, which now revealed a huge Dick.

Aether gulped in fear, but couldn't help but feel a little excited of how the huge thing would feel inside him.

The creature went near him, still staring into Aether's eyes, wanting to know how he felt.

Aether didn't say anything, which made the Creature angry and shoved it's Dick inside, making the Boy scream.

Happy at getting a reaction of the Boy, the Creature started off with a slow pace.

Aether's toes curled and his hands gripped the Chains.

He couldn't believe it. A creature that he was supposed to kill was actually fucking him!

After a few minutes, the Creature grew annoyed again at the lack of Aether's moans.

It started thrusting faster, rubbing it's Dick more against Aether's walls.

His moans started to get louder, which the Creature greatly enjoyed.

"N-No wait! I don't w-want this!" He screamed, but the Creature knew that was a lie.

How his walls tightened around it's Dick, the pleasurable moans, and how his Dick let out some precum, told it that Aether was enjoying this.

Aether actually knew it himself that he wanted the Creature's dick, but he didn't want to accept it.

The creature went towards Aether's neck, biding down harshly on it.

Aether moaned even louder at this, his Omega begging that the Creature would mark him.

The Creature took notice of how Aether's scent changed, but decided to tease him.

It went away from Aether's neck, slowing down its thrusts.

Aether whined, making puppy dog eyes at the Giant creature before him.

"Please! Don't stop! Breed me! Make me your omega!"

Aether couldn't believe his own ears.

Did he really just say that?

The Creature's pupils grew wider, and started thrusting again.

Aether banged his head against the wall at the harsh thrusts.

His moans were growing louder, almost becoming screams.

He looked down at his lower half, enjoying the sight of the Creature's Dick destroying his Man-pussy.

He also took notice on how his belly was building because of the huge Dick destroying his organs.

He loved seeing the buldge appear and disappear.

"Is this a dream?" Aether thought. "If it is, don't make it stop!"

Aether's tongue lapped out of his mouth, his eyes crossing.

He could feel his orgasm approaching, which was shown of how much precum was slipping out of his Dick.

It was slapping against his own stomach, but it seemed pathetic now that he saw the Creature's huge one.

The creature growled, feelings it's own orgasm approach.

Aether noticed this, which made him continue to beg.

"C-Cum inside me! Breed me! Fill me up! Let me be your Cum-dumpster!" He screamed, trying to reach out to the Creatures neck.

But then, the Creature stopped.

Aether's tongue went back into his mouth, his eyes rolling back into their original position

He started whining, begging for the Creature to start moving again.

But the Creature just took it's Dick out of his hole.

Aether shivered at the loss of heat from the Dick.

The creature then took the chains of his body, and grabbed him with it's spider legs.

Aether struggled in it's arms, trying to get the Dick back inside his warm hole.

Suddenly, the Creature kissed Aether, which made his face explode in Red.

He felt how the Creature's tongue was asking for entrance, it licking his lower lip up and down.

Aether opened his mouth, giving the Creature permission on French kissing him.

While Aether was too busy with concentrating on playing with the Creature's tongue, the Creature slammed back into Aether, making him scream into the kiss.

It started thrusting at a rough pace, which made Aether's eyes roll into the back of his head.

His long awaited orgasm came back, again waiting for release.

The Creature stared into the Boy's eyes, enjoying how he looked.

Aether was sweating non-stop, which looked adorable with the Precum on his tummy.

Aether gripped onto the Creature's neck, closing his eyes

He then felt his long awaited orgasm finally come.

He shot a huge load out. It felt like the best and most intense orgasm he ever had before.

Then, it was the Creature's turn to finally release.

It broke the kiss, making Aether whine, and the Creature growled.

It bit into Aether's Neck, marking him as their Omega.

The Creature then released it's even more huge load into Aether, making his belly buldge even more.

Aether screamed once again, enjoying the feeling of how the Cum of the Monster coated his walls.

His screaming then took an end, and he closed his eyes, tired.

The creature let go of Aether's neck, and slipped out of Aether, making the Boy let out a whine once again.

The cum started dripping out of him, which made him even more sensitive.

The Creature just chuckled at this, and layed Aether onto the floor, putting the piece of fabric, which once covered it's crotch, onto him.

The small boy didn't even take notice of this, and fell asleep, smiling.

The creature layed itself next to Aether, laying his head against it's chest, falling asleep too.

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The next day.

Paimon was still waiting in Liyue.

She was growing anxious.

Aether still wasn't back, and it has been a whole day!

"Where is he...? Did he get killed?" She asked herself.

But then, she noticed an approaching figure.

"Aether!" She screamed, flying towards him.

But then, she immediately stopped once she looked closer at him.

He was sweating, had many love marks around his neck, he smelled like Sex, and he was limping.

He had a love-struck look on his face and said to Paimon:

"Y/N...their Name is Y/N...Oh that was the best night of my life."

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I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything like that. You can tell me that if I did.

This was good!!! Oh gawd i can just imagine jim being so full of cum and limping while having a hand on his belly, with hearts in his eyes 😩😩😩😌😌😌😌

Just magnificent love!

[jinkicake]

Looking Respectfully

Asahi, Iwaizumi, Ushijima with a s/o with an appreciation for their arms/back. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Azumane Asahi x Reader

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

For @sweet-sweet-strawberry ,, here you go!!! I will def sit here and looking at their beautiful muscles with you. I think my favorites on each of these sweethearts would be Asahi’s back, Iwaizumi’s arms, and Ushijima’s thighs, respectfully. Anyway,, sorry this took so long I was really busy today!!!

SMUT // NSFW 

WC- 1,976

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Azumane Asahi 

I was conducting my research for this…. Asahi speech. I was looking at pics of him and rechecking his sign and now my big brain is connecting the dots,,,, he is a Capricorn.... like his personality totally makes sense now knowing that,,, right? 

Anyway,,,, I am currently looking respectfully at this tall gorgeous hottie!! He 6’0? He passed the I’ll be his housewife check

He is so big like his back and shoulders are so broad like lemme take a little swing daddy,,, sorry

Asahi is so polite and bashful that he would get really blush when he catches you staring at him,,, like running your eyes all over his body

I feel like he would thank you a lot whenever you compliment him, he would say thank you like fifty times…. Why is he so cute?

His self-confidence would go through the roof when he finds out how attracted you are to his arms/back,,, he would try to tease you about it but you could always tease him back really well so his methods doesn’t work like he wants it to

Telling him how much you like his muscles will probably fuel his ego, it would make him feel so good and internally he would get so cocky,,,, he would never let the power go to his head though…. 

It does come in handy, your appreciation for his arms because Asahi has the opportunity to make you so weak

Literally one flex of his biceps or even a glance of his bare back would have you on your knees in front of him, pulling your hair back

Asahi is one of the softest sweetest mf and he definitely knows how to treat you,, he knows what he is doing. Also I want to add that Asahi is the blueprints for what all men should strive to be like, quiet. 

“A-Asahi!” You hiccup, tears pooling in your eyes as you dig your nails into his back. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Asahi stares down at you, his face etched with concern as he looks at your pained expression. “Are you okay?” 

You can’t answer and simply nod your head, hoping he gets the hint. He feels so thick inside of you, you feel so full. 

“Keep going,” You push through grit teeth and Asahi wants to slow his movements, but judging from the way your nails keep piercing his back, he knows he shouldn’t. “it feels so good.”

Asahi blinks as he connects the dots all together in his head, the way you’re mewling and the way you’re holding onto his back so tightly, it should’ve made sense earlier. Asahi spreads your legs further apart, making an obvious point as he thrusts deeper inside of you. He takes advantage of how easy it is to bottom out, letting you grind against him as he stills against that one spot along your walls. 

“Yes,” You lean up to kiss his neck, running your tongue along the front of his throat, nipping at any spot you can reach. “right there.” Asahi moans softly as you suck a deep bruise in the crook of his neck, the vibrations from your muffled moan go straight down to his aching cock. 

He doesn’t want to be gentle anymore.

Suddenly his hips begin to move again, snapping into yours at a pace you can barely keep up with. The motion makes you fall back against the bed, unwrapping your hands from his shoulders to drag down his front instead. You watch with needy eyes as his abs ripple under your touch and you take pride in the light red scratches going down his chest. 

“Babe,” Asahi warns and you pretend not to notice, he lowers onto his forearms and brings his face real close to yours and utters a single warning. “Play nice or you’re really going to get it.”

Iwaizumi Hajime

Now… now my baby boy,,,, ugh my gorgeous Hajime~~ Arms. ARMS.

Iwaizumi Hajime has them biceps, triceps, brachialis, coracobrachialis, bicep brachii, tricep brachii, thank you. Now, I know what you’re thinking ‘bitch everyone has those muscles’ and you would be right but they aren’t Iwaizumi Hajime

You guys know that photo of him with the sash that says ‘champion’ on it? Yeah,,, that’s what I AM thinking about. Please he is so damn fine, my arm wrestling KING. Next

Iwaizumi is such a shy sweet little baby BUT at the same time he is an attention-seeking gemini, therefore…. Very early on I think he would be shy whenever you compliment his looks but then later in the relationship he’d be like ‘oh you like what you see bbyg?’ 

He’d get really red and flustered under your stare like if you are just looking respectfully then he will seriously get soooooooo shy,,, Hanamaki will make fun of him for ages because of it LOL

When he gets more comfortable and confident with you then Iwaizumi would most definitely do things on purpose to rile you up

He’d carry heavy boxes or just stretch in front of you so that his biceps POP and you just have to sit there like…. :) thank you for the view, Hajime

Let’s sidebar for a second and IMAGINE how amazing his hugs would be,,, even though my short kind isn’t the tallest his arms would make you feel so safe and warm

Can I also add that Iwaizumi’s resting bitch face is so hot? Like he looks so unapproachable and like such an ass but he is the sweetest person EVER,,, gawd I love himmmmm m>>>>>>

Damn I really,,, what else do I add… I am just sitting here staring at photos of Iwaizumi and I am genuinely rendered speechless… he is a very handsome person 

Your pitiful whimpers slip out of your mouth one after another. You try to muffle the noises by burying your face into the crook of Iwaizumi’s neck but it doesn’t work, not when he is thrusting into you like this. 

“Relax, babe.” Iwaizumi drags his lips against your ear, his voice lowering uncharacteristically deep and it makes your head spin. His strong arms are wrapped around your waist as he cradles you into his chest as you rest in his lap. Your thighs are starting to grow tired from lifting yourself up and down to meet his thrusts, but the stretch is too delicious to quit. One of Iwaizumi’s hands rubs along your back soothingly, gently caressing your skin. 

“Does that feel good?” He asks and slows down his thrusts, making sure you feel everything. The teasing pace, as much as you’d rather him pound into you, feels so good. Iwaizumi always makes it a point to fuck you slow and sensual, when he isn’t fucking all his frustrations out. 

You love the feeling of him against you like this, holding you so close as if you’ll slip away from him. It nearly drives you crazy, he keeps thrusting into your soaked core and his groans make it harder and harder to focus on anything. 

The noises that Iwaizumi Hajime produces are not to be taken lightly, his grunts and groans are so deep. So full of need that it almost sounds animalistic, yet he also makes breathy little whines. Noises that make you wonder just how he would react if he wasn’t in control. His whimpers are your favorite, the sounds he makes when he gets close, it is almost like he is begging for more. 

“Hajime,” You need to hear him, you grind down against him, successfully ripping a hiss from his teeth.

“What, baby?” He asks, his strong hands grip your backside to control the movement of your bodies. Iwaizumi always makes it so obvious who is in control. From his angle, he can see everything, the way his hard cock disappears into your warm entrance, the way your face tenses up whenever it feels too good. When he gets no response, he has to ask again. “What is it?” 

“I need to hear you.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi 

MOTHERFCKING USHIJIMA WAKATOSHIIIII...iiiiiiii...iiii.....i. his stupid beautiful gorgeous stoic face and his thick muscular back that would tense under your touch or his abdomen that would flex every time he breathes or his biceps that would strain every time he moves it,,,, yeah I know how muscles work I took anatomy 

Let’s start off with saying that Ushijima would not notice your staring, I think it would take him a while to figure out how much you appreciate his back and arms

He’d just be like ‘why do you keep staring at me?’ And be really confused

Even if you told him that you love the way his muscles flex whenever he simply moves, Ushijima would still be like ‘. . . and?’

He probably wouldn’t get the reasoning and wouldn’t think him moving is anything special... it is special Wakatoshi, you are special,

I don’t think he would purposely do stuff to turn you on,,,, he hasn’t unleashed that power yet even if he KNOWS he has it 

However that doesn’t mean he won’t hold back,, he is still going to play volleyball like he always has and exercise like Ushijima always does without a care in his mind

Let’s simply take a moment to think about how gorgeous he looks in that stupid ass shiratorizawa uniform, ugh with his large ass biceps that are literally bigger than my big ass head or how tight the uniform looks on his BACK,,, something about me thirsting over him like this doesn’t feel right. I apologize Ushijima, I am looking respectfully

Probably after the first two times you jump his bones solely because of his gorgeous arms then Ushijima will finally get it,,, the light bulb would click in his head

I think Ushijima would be a really cute tease like the way he would taunt you would be so adorable,,,, he’d subtly move his arms in front of you so you can stare happily and let your mouth water in peace and act like he doesn’t know what he is doing when he damn well knows

“(Y/N), are you even listening?” Ushijima slightly tilts his head, his olive eyes are hard as he stares at you. You don’t meet his eyes, you simply nod while continuing to stare at his forearms. They are crossed over his chest and you can’t help but follow the veins that wrap around his arms. “What did I say?” Ushijima waits silently for your answer, noticing how you barely even blink and instead run your eyes all over his body and up to his strong shoulders.

“Mmm, something about volleyball?” You hum and Ushijima continues to stare at you. He heaves a sigh and stands up from his seat, placing his palms flat on the table in front of you. You can’t help the appreciate smile that comes onto your face at the sight of his arms flexing so close to you, the stupid love-sick expression on your face doesn’t go away even as you slowly bring your eyes up to his. “Is that not what you said?"

You sound so innocent that it makes Ushijima bite back a groan, instead he wraps one of his hands around your wrist and drags you toward his bedroom. As soon as you close his door behind you, you turn back around to catch the large shirt that was once on his body now on the floor. With an excited squeal you instantly place your palms on his back, running your hands all around to feel the hardness beneath his warm skin. 

“Am I getting a special treat~” You ask suggestively, knowing damn well Ushijima can never say no. He doesn’t give you an answer and instead turns around to face you. One of his hands grabs your chin while the other cups the back of your neck so he can instantly press his lips to yours.

His lips mold and fit with your own, eagerly prying them apart so he can swipe his tongue against your own. It’s always a ploy to get your tongue into his own mouth, from there Ushijima can gently suck on the muscle and hear that sweet whine escape from your lips. 

When he finally pulls away, only letting a few centimeters of space rest between your lips, does he answer your question. 

“Yes. Only for my good girl.”

~

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