#feel free to reply disagreeing or whatever !!!

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where ethan can’t keep his hands off you during a group dinner. (requested)

Warnings: dirty talk, fingering, ethan being a cheeky bastard again, public smut, smut, all that fun stuff | I just found out that Ethan pulled a Jill and killed his mother for disagreeing with the plan. Dudes crazier than I thought but I still love him.

Word Count: 3k | Ethan Masterlist

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

“Ethan, stop it,” you muttered, swatting his hand away from you as you moved a few inches from him. You could only move so far as the backseat provided very little space for you to put some distance between the two of you. 

“I’m not doing anything,” he gave you his signature grin, letting you know that he knew exactly what he was doing. You looked forward and were thankful to see Chad and Mindy still lost in conversation, one of his hands on the wheel while his other waved around in an attempt to get his sister to understand whatever it was he was saying. 

In other words, they seemed to be oblivious to the way Ethan’s hand kept finding itself on your thigh, his fingers inching closer and closer to the hem of your dress. Anika, who was sitting to the right of Ethan while you were to his left, didn’t seem to notice it either. 

“Something wrong, baby?” Ethan asked quietly, grinning at your flushed face. 

“No, nothings wrong,” you force out a smile, grabbing his wrist and shoving his hand away when it creeped up your leg again. “It just seems as though someone’s got a case of wandering hands.”

He hummed, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the side of your head, keeping his mouth against your skin when he mumbled, “If you could see yourself from my eyes, you’d understand,” he pulled away and you squinted at him. “You look hot.”

Rolling your eyes, you grab his hand again, but instead of throwing it off you, your fingers lace with his and lock them in place. You give him a shrug and smirk, watching the way his lips turned into a pout. 

“Hey,” Chad’s voice made you both look over at him, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. “What’s going on back there?”

Mindy and Anika turn to look at you as well and you sink into Ethan’s side, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. “Nothing, roomie,” Ethan replied, slipping his hand from yours and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He pulls you closer to him, his hand dropping to your waist in a tight grip. “Y/n just gets car sick sometimes.”

Mindy gives you a look of pity. “Awh, Y/n,” she reaches behind her and places a comforting hand on your exposed knee. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there.”

She turns back around and resumes the conversation with her brother after that, her hand falling from your knee. Ethan leaned down so his mouth was close to your ear, his lips brushing against it as he asked, “How come you let her touch you and not me?”

You hold back a laugh and look up at him. “Because she’s not a perv,”

He lets out a quiet gasp, his hand giving your side a gentle slap that had you jumping slightly. You grow concerned when you feel a bit turned on by that. “And I am?”

“You know you are,” you reply, grinning at the shrug he gives you before he presses his lips to yours. His hand inches lower once again, his index finger drawing teasing circles on the skin of your inner thigh. Your hand grabs his wrist but does nothing to stop it from inching closer, making him smirk into the kiss. 

His free hand reaches over and tugs your leg up so it’s draped over his, the hand closest to you continuing to venture your body. The revealing fabric of your black dress did nothing to keep his hand from finding the most private part of you, the pads of his fingers pressing against the place that had you jolting and curling your body closer to his.

Ethan was never this touchy in public. Sure, he almost always had a hand on you, whether that was locked in one of yours, an arm thrown around your shoulder, or even his hand placed on your hip. But he was never this handsy, and especially not in front of your friends. He preferred to have you squirming like this in the privacy of either your room or his, away from the prying eyes of everyone else. 

It was to be expected, to be fair. You had gotten ready at his place, your body covered by the tight yet comfortable dress. You stood in front of the mirror, decorated in random, boyish stickers that proved a guy fresh out of high school was the one who lived in this room. That, mixed with the clutter and piles of laundry, it was definitely a ‘guy’s’ space. 

As you applied a matte rose shade to your lips, you failed to notice the fact that Ethan, who had been sitting on his bed a few feet away the entire time, hadn’t taken his eyes off you since you let yourself into his room, your curves prominent through your dress. 

Fuck, he had no idea how he got so lucky with you. 

Boring, average Ethan was dating the hottest girl on campus. His brother would be so proud of him. 

As you touched up your natural makeup, Ethan’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, his eyes fixated on your body. When you turned to him and gave him a smile, that was when he stood up and slowly walked over to you.

You tried to ignore the fact that, even in your heels, he was still towering over you. A sense of pride settled deep in your core as you strained your neck to look up at him. “Maybe we should just stay in tonight,” he offered, his hands finding home on your hips.

Gathering up your inner strength and finding a sliver of resistance, you gently place your hands flat against his chest and give him a small push. “And have Anika get pissed at us for bailing again?” You ask and watch as a look of realization flashes across his face, now remembering the last time he convinced you to stay in and how mad she was. “We can’t.” You add and press a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away from him.

“Fine,” he said nonchalantly, reaching for his wallet that was among the clutter on his desk. “But don’t be surprised if I can’t keep my hands off you tonight.”

You laughed then, but only now realized how serious he actually was as he had not taken his hands off of you for more than a few seconds since you got in the car. 

A warm blush heats your face as you move closer to Ethan, if that was even possible at this point, and his finger presses a bit harder against your covered clit.  You refrain from bucking your hips upwards to create more friction, something he probably wanted you to do, now that you thought of it. 

“Ethan,” you warned against his mouth, pulling away just enough to be able to see his full face. His brown eyes held a glint of mischief, a knowing smirk on his lips as he subtly moved his hand closer to you, his finger running along the lining of the dark blue fabric that kept you covered from his wandering hand. “You’re awful.”

He just laughed quietly. “How so? I told you back at my place,” he pointed out. “I warned you.”

Before you could reply, the car came to a stop outside a small restaurant. Mindy turned around and faced you, “We’re here,” she grinned at you, her loud voice making you jump and push your boyfriend’s hand away from you. “Hopefully you feel better after you get some food into you.”

You force a smile and take your seatbelt off, your hand on the door handle when Ethan leaned over so his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear. “That’s not the only thing that will be getting into you,” your face heats up again and he presses a quick kiss to your temple before reaching over and opening the door for you.

You quickly exit the car, the chilled air helping ease the burn you felt in both your face and core. Ethan wraps his arm around your shoulders and closes the door with the hand of his other as Danny and the Carpenter sisters, who had been driving behind Chad the whole time, walk the short distance to regroup. “Jesus, Chad, could you have picked a place further away?” Sam muttered as she wrapped her coat around her tighter.

“Honestly, yeah, I could’ve,” he answered as you waited outside the doors to the restaurant. “We’ve been to the local places so many times now, so I thought we should try some place away from the city. Plus, I heard the steak here is the best in New York.”

“Yeah, because that’s important,” Tara said and Chad shrugged, nudging Ethan with his fist. 

“It is,” he said when Ethan returned the fist bump. “We’re growing men and need real food, not those healthy salads you girls are all hooked on.”

You rolled your eyes as you rub your hand up your arm when the wind picked up just a bit, making you repress a shiver. “I told you to bring a coat,” Ethan mumbled as he pulled his arms out of his dark blue jacket, leaving him in a black henley that went well with his dark jeans and converse. 

“And I told you it would ruin my outfit,” you say back and watch as he rolls his eyes before draping the jacket across your shoulders, reaching down to take your hand afterwards. “But thank you, this looks and feels much better.” 

You stand on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his jaw, aiming for his cheek but failing to do so as he was the tallest guy you’ve ever met and still somehow managed to tower over you every time you wore heels.

The group was escorted inside after that and led over to the large table at the back, the lights dim and giving the atmosphere a dark and closed off setting. When you were all seated - Ethan beside you, Anika beside him, Mindy beside her, Tara next to her, Sam, Danny and then Chad on your other side - and had a good look at the menu, Sam took it upon herself to ask, “So, what’s everyone getting?”

Chad, who hadn’t even picked up his menu, sat back and crossed his arms. “The steak, duh,”

Anika rolled her eyes as she answered the older sister with her order. As everyone else began answering her as well, Ethan quickly became bored and placed his right hand on your thigh, his left arm resting on the back of your chair. You tense up almost instantly, glaring at him as he looked over at Sam. 

“Don’t you dare,” you whisper in warning. You weren’t sure what you’d do if Ethan were to tease you like he did in the car. Sure, that setting wasn’t private at all, seeing as your friends were literally right there, but at least you were around people you knew and it was dark. This was a restaurant full of strangers and the lighting, though it was dim, wasn’t nearly as dark as the car was. “Please, don’t.”

Ethan just withheld a smirk as Sam turned to face you. “Y/n/n, what are you getting?”

You open your mouth to answer but it was then when Ethan decided to be the worst boyfriend in the world as his hand disappeared under your dress and his thumb pressed to your clothed clit. You bite back a moan, jumping in your seat slightly and leaning closer to him. “I…um,”

Sam gives you a concerned look before Mindy spoke up, “She’s got an upset stomach right now. She gets car sick,”

“Oh,” Sam frowns, her brows pressing together in pity.

“It’ll pass,” you say through clenched teeth, your hand gripping Ethan’s knee under the table. Your nails dig into the rough material as his finger begins to apply more pressure to your nerves. “I was looking at the parm.”

Sam nods then looks at Ethan, completely oblivious to what was happening under the table. “What about you?”

“Same as her,” he simply answered, earning a scoff from Chad.

“Weak, dude, I was rooting for you,”

Ethan just shrugged and gave him a boyish grin - all while his hand tugged on the lace and pushed it aside, exposing your core to his greedy fingers. Before you could even muster up the strength to warn him again, his index finger easily slipped into you, proving his words he said in the car and making them into a reality.

Though it wasn’t uncommon for Ethan and you to be affectionate in public, this was completely new to you. You had never been…touched like this in public, so to say your heart was racing would be an understatement.

You press your face against his shoulder, disguising your breathy moan as a quiet groan, acting as if you actually weren’t feeling well when it was far from the truth. Ethan hummed in secret approval, his chin resting on the top of your head. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “You’ll feel better soon.”

The waitress came over and gave you all a kind smile, her eyes narrowing in concern when she saw how you were hunched over your boyfriend. “Are you okay, honey?” She asked sweetly, making you lift your head in embarrassment. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say quietly, giving her a forced smile as Ethan’s finger steadily began pumping in and out of you. “It was just a long drive, but I’m okay.” You add to try and make it seem more convincing.

“Oh, I see,” she nods in understanding, grabbing her pen from her belt. “Well, let’s get your order then so you’re not sitting on an empty stomach.”

You could’ve cried in relief when she looked away from you and towards Sam, who gave her everyone’s order as if she was a mother ordering for her kids. She kind of was, to be honest. She was the mother of the group, something you all agreed on when she was out of earshot one night. 

Your hand gripped his bicep tightly, your nails seeming to not hurt him at all as they dug into his skin. “Ethan,” you whispered desperately, your legs trying to close around his hand. “Please.” 

He didn’t answer as his middle finger joined the one already buried inside of you. You squirmed some more, your shaky hand reaching over to grip the glass of water before bringing it to your lips. 

You weren’t able to get even one sip of the drink before Ethan curled his fingers, making you inhale sharply, the glass nearly slipping from your grasp. You glare up at him when you feel your side dampen due to the water you had just accidently spilled. 

Before you could cuss him out, he ducks his head down to press his lips to yours. He successfully silenced your moans of surprise as his fingers picked up the pace, the edge of his middle one grazing the most sensitive part you had inside of you. 

“I can’t,” you whimpered quietly against his mouth before hiding your face in the space between his neck and shoulder. 

It was all too much, too dirty. 

Here you were, allowing your boyfriend to fuck his fingers into you in the back corner of a crowded restaurant while you pretend you were car sick. 

You would be lying if you said that the very real possibility of getting caught didn’t turn you on to no end. The public setting only amplified the feeling he was currently providing you with, your hips refraining from lifting to increase the pressure building within you. 

Ethan, so selfless, kept calm and collected while he worked to get you off in the way he knew you deserved, hard on be damned so long as he got to watch you unravel. 

The way he shielded your face away from the eyes of the others, as if to spare at least some of your dignity while you tried not to let out loud moans, was undeniably hot. 

Ethan grinned when he heard your soft whisper of his name against his neck, his fingers never stopping their assault to your core. To get you closer to the edge a bit quicker, despite wanting to prolong this as much as he could, his thumb returns to your clit, where it traces circles that had your legs shaking. 

You shakily exhale, your throat releasing a quiet moan that had his hand moving even quicker. You felt your stomach muscles tense and your body went stiff as you pressed your face closer to him, your hands desperately holding onto his arm as he took the glass from you with his free hand before returning that arm back to your chair. 

“Come on, baby,” he spoke quietly so only you could hear, his eyes fixated on the way your hand gripped his wrist. “Come for me in front of all our friends.”

His words, mixed with the relentless movement of his fingers, had your eyes squeezing shut, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you felt the knot that had formed inside you snap.  

You moan breathlessly against his neck while he peers around the table, relieved to see that no one was paying too close attention to you, otherwise you would’ve been caught. 

You lift your head from his shoulder, a thin layer of sweat forming on your forehead as he pulls his hand away from you. 

Then, as discreetly and nonchalantly as he could, he raises his hand and sucks his fingers one by one. You watch in awe, your mind reeling and face burning as he leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Say you’re going to the washroom,” he murmured. “I’ll meet you there in five.”

[thegoldencontracts]

I've heard a lot of discussion about the octatrio and their dynamic. Sone say that Azul's still the twins' boss/in control at the what if things, while others say that, clearly, the twins pull the strings from behind the scenes.

Honestly though, I think a part of what makes the octatrio special is the lack of power dynamic. At the heart of things, they're all equals, messing around with one another on many an occasion, and - of course - caring for each other at the heart of things. There's a kind of charm that's lost in my eyes by the idea that Jade and Floyd are secretly evil satanic being who wish to eat Azul, or that Azul is their commanding nuisance of a boss.

I especially think people forget: Azul does mess with the twins. Jade's mushroom gets broken by Jack in Jack's lab coat vignette, Azul jumps on the chance to use the incident to make Jack work for the Lounge, and... Doesn't say anything about replacing the actual log. Which, a throwaway line confirms Jade did really care about. He's not a poor weeping angel doing naught but suffering at their hands.

However, they also clearly care about each other at the heart of if all. Just look at the way they act during Azul's overblot! Jade seems so genuinely concerned, Azul asks them to give them his power - even at his breaking point, while of the verge of being possessed, Azul still considers them allies above all others!

I dunno, I just think the Octatrio are better off as equals, friends who'll never admit it. Feel free to disagree with me in replies for reblogs or whatever.

[cripplecharacters]

hi there, i really appreciate this blog! i was wondering if you had any advice when it comes to writing characters who use mobility aids (manual wheelchair and cane) and things that are like, pet peeves or cringey to see written? other than the big ones like “wheelchair bound” or having people just grab their chair or otherwise be disrespectful. i’m thinking more “little things that make it seem like the author is clueless” lol. thank you!

Hi!

You can check out our main #mobility aids or #wheelchairs or #canes tags for the general info! If you have a more specific question, feel free to send another ask:-)

I will talk about my own cane pet peeves because oh boy:

The most glaring, obvious, author-is-so-clueless-it-hurts thing I have somehow seen multiple times is when the writer/artist doesn't understand the difference between a mobility cane and a white cane. Usually in the form of giving their blind character the same kind of stick I use for my mobility issues. Of course, a person could need both for different disabilities! That very much happens. However, it's absolutely never the case in this kind of scenario. This one is an example of a lack of basic research so bad that it circles back to being kinda funny.

The writer not knowing which side the cane would go on for the character. Obviously, in real life, there's a whole lot of hyper-specific scenarios why someone could use it the ""wrong"" way and why it would work for them specifically, some users can also use either hand for the cane; it all depends on why they use it. The problem that I have is when the writer doesn't have a single clue about any of it and just gives their character with a bad knee and nothing else the cane on the same side. Again, shows lack of basic research.

As a certified knob cane hater, I can't just not talk about them here. They're so bad. So non-functional. Don't serve their function as a mobility device because they literally aren't one! That's a fashion accessory. Unless your character has a wrist of steel and doesn't mind that the aid meant to help with stability does the exact opposite, I guess.

I know a bunch of people will disagree with me, but I think the whole sword cane thing sucks. Sorry. The only time I don't roll my eyes on this one is when the writer is also a cane user. I always felt like it checked out two tropes that I hate, the "abled character pretends to be disabled and is actually dangerous" and the "abled writer thinks mobility aids are boring and has to stick a gun in them to justify their existence".

The cane that somehow makes the user non-disabled. Sounds contradictory, I know. I mean the kind of scenario where the character is Weak and Frail™ but then they get the cane and are suddenly just fighting, running, jumping, doing god knows what. Like, did they author forget what the cane is used for? Obviously it will depend on the character's disability how much the cane mitigates symptoms, but this writing choice always feels bizarre to me. My cane is here so that I'm not in as much pain or to help my gait disorder, it certainly doesn't turn me into an abled man who just happens to have a stick in hand.

All these tired old person or similar jokes/comparisons are probably not that funny. We get it, older people use canes. It's not even cringy or whatever, it's just so unbelievably boring it's hard to react to it with anything else than an eye roll anymore.

Apologies for the extremely late reply! I hope it helps :-)

mod Sasza

[poetikara]

something very small maybe but whenever i see a post about dazai and chuuya related to dazai leaving the port mafia and i see “dazai betraying the port mafia” and chuuya hating him for that i just... i simply disagree so much.

when the topic is soukoku, the two things that are more infront and always stated is that one, they are the only people for each other that they would trust with their whole lives and two, no one knows the other the way they do. to have a bond that insane- that doesn’t happen to people who are just “work” partners.

which leads me into my main point.

mori ruined dazai and we don’t even have a clear idea of how awful he was- only from what we have seen right now from light novels, 15 manga etc. is already extremely disturbing and so chuuya would not be mad at him for leaving the mafia. he wouldn’t see this act as “betrayal to the mafia” because he would know better than anyone about what he has been through.

i do think he would be sad, which it was implied (my interpretation of it! i’ll post the panel there feel free to reply) that he was in the manga panel where he tells dazai he was glad he left, looking extremely passive, would be sad because he didn’t tell him but he wouldn’t care if what he did was betraying the mafia or whatever.

[its-time-to-write]

No disrespect to daddy jamie but childfree girlies want some crumbs too😩

Maybe reader and jamie babysit pheobe for a day and reader sees that jamie’s really good with her and she’s like oh fuck he probably wants to have kids of his own in the future. So inevitably she has to bring this up and she tells jamie that she doesn’t want to have children half expecting for relationship to end here but jamie’s being cool about it and it’s all good

If that’s too much feel free to ignore the details… i’ll settle for anything atp💌

Haha here you go! I forget that I have intense and incurable baby fever pretty much 24/7, and most people can’t relate😅

family that i chose

Jamie is really good with Roy’s niece, Phoebe. It’s sweet to watch them run around and antagonize each other, and usually you enjoy seeing them laugh. You love the way Jamie can unwind and seem truly carefree.

You’re not enjoying it today.

No, you’re sitting in Keeley’s backyard with a worried, far-off expression firmly affixed on your face. You’re so far off that Keeley has to call your name three times before you snap out of your thoughts and look at her.

“Where’s your head at?” she asks. “You look like someone killed your cat.”

You shake your head. “It’s nothing. I mean, it’s probably nothing. It’s not a big deal.”

Keeley settles into the chair next to you and leans toward you conspiratorially. “Roy’s got at least twenty minutes left on dinner, and Phoebe looks like she’s got a good handle on Jamie. Go on, spill!”

You shake your head again. “I just- he’s so good with her. And yeah, I like Phoebe. A lot, actually. Jamie does too and we’ve been together awhile, and it’s only a matter of time before he starts talking about having kids.”

Keeley nods, encouraging you to go on.

“I don’t want that,” you say bluntly. “I don’t want kids. I like them well enough, but I know that I know that I don’t want any of my own. I’m perfectly fine being the cool aunt who gets to send them back home to mum and dad at the end of the day. I have my own life and my own career, and I don’t see kids factoring in at all.”

Keeley asks, “So what’s the problem?” because she knows you’re ramping up to something.

You say, “I don’t want to break up with Jamie,” and Keeley nods.

“You think he’s going to dump you because you don’t want kids and you think he does.”

You slowly nod your head. “That about sums it up.”

“Have you even talking to him about it?”

You don’t respond and Keeley interprets your silence correctly. “Well then why the fuck are you worrying about something you don’t even know about? Just talk to him, babe! It’s not as scary as you think it is.”

You’d disagree. It is scary. You don’t want to lose Jamie, but you think it might be better to lose him sooner than later. Why form more of an attachment to someone who’s inevitably going to leave? —

You are decidedly not sober, but you’re also not drunk either, you’re just a happy, buzzing mix so the car ride from dinner back home is bubbly and golden. Jamie’s got some playlist on and you’re holding your hand out the window, threading it through the wind.

You’re upstairs brushing your teeth next to Jamie when you blurt out, “I don’t want kids,” then clap your hand over your mouth. That was not supposed to come out right now.

Jamie stops mid-brush and looks at you. He says, “The fuck?” all garbled through a mouthful of toothpaste.

Your face feels hot.

“I- I don’t want kids. I’ve thought about it before, and I don’t.”

Jamie spits out his toothpaste into the sink. “What makes you think I want them?” he asks, and the question is genuine.

“You’re so good with Phoebe,” you say. “Other footballers have families. Just look at the Beckhams.”

“Babe,” Jamie replies, “just because I like Phoebe doesn’t mean I want a kid. I want you, whatever that looks like.”

You say, “Oh,” in a small voice and Jamie laughs.

“Yeah, fuckin’ oh.”

“You want me?” you ask. Jamie rolls his eyes.

“Yes, you fucking nerd. What the fuck did you think we were doing here? Fucking around? We’ve been together for ages. I let you see my hair when it ain’t fucking brushed.”

That’s fair. 

“You’re proper buzzed, ain’t you?” Jamie asks. “You’re gonna have a massive fucking headache tomorrow.”

He’s right. Anything stronger than water wrecks you, but you still drink it anyway. 

“Gonna get you some water to drink before you go to sleep,” he says, then smacks your butt before heading downstairs. Keeley was right, it wasn’t as scary as you thought it was.

[ryuichirou]

Re: Gaslighter Rook. I wanna preface this by saying ofc people are free to hc whatever they want but I have some issues with what the other person said and how dismissive they acted about the whole thing. I apologize if this invites drama or discourse, that is absolutely not my intention, I moreso just want to share the other side's point of view for the sake of balance since you said you don't mind civil discussion even if we disagree. Firstly, yes a lot of the arguments for this come from the labcoat vignette. However, it is not all just because of one line. In the same vignette, Rook tells Vil he can't trust his own eyes because Rook knows him better than Vil knows himself which is a very common gaslighter tactic. He then further mentions that people will leave him unless he does what Rook tells him to and puts down the "me or everyone else" argument. Rook further tries to undermine Vil's ability to trust other people in Vil's dorm vignette by saying the other dorm members would never appreciate Vil's efforts for them even if they knew about them – a blatant lie that however still makes Vil withdraw from talking to them about it. During Vil's overblot, Rook refuses to give Vil personal space while he's having a mental breakdown and repeatedly asserts that Vil "doesn't deserve" it as well as claiming to be responsible for punishing him. After VDC, Rook not only claims that his vote was the deciding one despite having no way of knowing that but also claims it was the objectively correct thing to do as, again, Vil didn't deserve to win, simply because having a mental breakdown is ugly (since he was referring to the overblot, not the attempted cursing – which was never confirmed to be intended to be lethal by the way, that was also just Rook's assumption, one Vil, a character who already struggles to communicate with people especially if he feels they see him negatively, didn't fight but also didn't confirm). I also take issue with the claim that it cannot be abuse just because Vil respects Rook. Even ignoring how often irl abuse victims don't realize they're abused because of their warped perception of their abuser, we have examples of this even in twst. Mrs. Rosehearts wasn't a wonderful mother who suddenly became abusive when Riddle stopped making excuses for her behavior. Abuse doesn't stop being abuse because it isn't recognized and to a lot of us gaslighting victims, Rook's behavior is spot-on with things we went through, hence why we call him a gaslighter. Oh and a small note before anyone claims anything, according to multiple psychology sources, gaslighters aren't always aware of what they are doing. Me and others calling Rook a gaslighter don't automatically mean he WANTS to be evil toward Vil. Some of us see it that way while others don't but regardless, acting as though this headcanon comes from one single out of context line and not from a pattern of behavior Rook consistently displays feels very disingenuous and like it's trying to make us seem crazy when all we try to do is explain why we may not be comfortable with a character.

You don’t have to explain why you are uncomfortable. Neither me nor that Anon have made any judgment about it, and frankly, who cares why you don’t like a character. You don’t need reasoning for not liking him, a person might just think Rook’s hair is stupid or dislike characters with green eyes, and that’s enough. None of this makes you crazy, and this isn’t that deep.

If you look at the first ever reply I did on this topic, I said it then (and after that I said it time and time again):

Based on what you’re saying, your opinion is influenced by your past experiences. Which isn’t a bad thing, we all have our own biases, but it makes a proper discussion quite difficult, especially when there is trauma involved.

Because we love Rook as much as you hate him, and I fail to see why we should align our feelings and experiences with yours. This is not a public debate platform, this is not a discord server, this is my personal blog, and my opinion is always going to be prevalent here. I usually try to take the position “agree to disagree” also to avoid situations like this.

You’ve said that you just want to explain and share your side of the conversation, but in that case claiming that the other side’s opinion is dangerous or uninformed is a pretty shitty thing to do, just as it is shitty to completely ignore the points they were trying to make and put words into their mouths instead, alluding to them victimblaming and dismissing real victim’s struggles. What I’ve said multiple times at this point is that Rook Hunt isn’t a gaslighter. Not that it’s Vil’s fault for trusting him, not that if Vil respects him that it automatically makes Rook not an abuser (Anon didn’t say that either). Not that Rook is always right. Not that Rook has never hurt Vil. I’ve even said that we can’t say for certain that Rook’s brutal honesty is always helpful and doesn’t affect Vil in any bad way:

Maybe sometimes it would be better for Vil to just take it easy and relax instead of perfecting every single thing, but this isn’t what Vil wants for himself: he doesn’t want to be pampered, he wants to be appreciated for his hard work.

Just because this is what Vil wants doesn’t mean that this is what’s best for him. I still don’t think that it makes Rook an abuser, by the way (which is also a completely different topic from Rook being a gaslighter). You have ignored every single argument I’ve made in all of my previous replies, which is fine, but then I don’t really see the reason for you to explain yourself if you’re not even going to listen to me again.

No one tried to paint you as crazy, and even if I or Anon thought that this entire argument (argument, not you) was weird, it doesn’t concern you. If Rook Hunt hurts you, why would you even interact with any discourse about him? Why did that very first Anon confront me for not calling Rook a gaslighter, if all you (collective “you”) people wish for is to explain your point of view? I am not an emperor of Rook Hunt land; I am a rando writing hcs about dicks on the internet. And Rook Hunt is a character of a gacha game.

I’ll repost another thing from my very first reply.

Just ignore shit that you don’t like because while it might be traumatic for you, to us it might be one of the few things that bring us happiness.

Please read this part carefully. And respectfully, let’s stop this. I don’t agree with any of your points/interpretation, I find them drastically off from Rook’s actual characterisation to the point that it’s almost baffling at times (I have read all the scenes you’ve mentioned and I disagree with your every single point.) And guess what, it’s absolutely okay. Like I, wow, have said time and time again, we all have our biases. Yours happens to be to read everything that Rook does in the worst way possible and to compare him to Riddle’s mom. Mine happens to be very different, and insisting on me just missing the point or thinking or feeling the wrong way or not being educated enough about gaslighting or abuse (something that I also experienced, and you are aware of that) feels pretty disrespectful. This isn’t what I meant when I said that I don’t mind a civil conversation. This doesn’t feel like a conversation. Because, you know…

Even if it feels completely off to how I view it, I can appreciate or at least respect it if they respect the way I do things. And don’t imply that I don’t get it or I am stupid.

I won’t write an actual rebuttal to your points because one thing hasn’t changed from my very first post about the topic: this isn’t about Rook Hunt. And I don’t want to discuss the so-called danger of fictional tropes that don’t even apply to the character in my view. Also, stating that the way I headcanon a character’s behaviour and share my thoughts with others is dangerous to other people in real life (because someone is going to take my opinion as a course for their actions, I guess?) is also ironic. Why isn’t me drawing problematic ships or writing dark headcanons dangerous then? It’s the same logic, I have heard this argument multiple times, and I fail to see how it’s different right now. Rook Hunt is not a real person, we see his interactions with others from all points of view, he has actual writers with their own intentions (none of which is to portray Rook as a terrible, atrocious person, he’s not even 100% a villain, he’s a character that helped the princess in the original story, and I believe that his writers keep that in mind, ffs), and it is drastically different from the way I would treat this situation in real life: exactly because I would have to base my opinion on the lack of other perspectives and not witnessing the situations myself, and a bunch of other factors connected to the fact that this is real life, and in those cases I would prioritise the victim of someone’s suspicious actions. What a surprise.

I also believe that Katsu and I did our part so you could easily ignore our Rook-centric posts that make you uncomfortable. So please do your part and don’t interact with our Rook-centric posts (this applies to anyone who is deeply uncomfortable with this character or any other character, for that matter). Coming up with ways to mention Rook in posts so it's easily mutable for you and only you and still getting treated like an abuse apologist who spreads dangerous ideas makes one feel kind of silly for ever trying to be considerate and respectful. You’ll have to come up with ways to deal with that on your own now. This conversation is over.

This is also the last post I’m writing on this topic, every follow-up ask or comment about it (from anyone, anywhere) won’t be replied to.

[bunny-theia]

What would re4r order from a pizza place?

This post is simply my opinion from seeing play-throughs and getting a feel for these characters personalities. If you disagree, please be kind and feel free to tell me your own personal headcanons in the replies and reblogs. ♡

Ada Wong:

Ada probably doesn't order much because she's always busy, so I can imagine her just getting the potato wedges most of the time she orders.

Definitely likes the BBQ chicken pizza but can't choose between that and a vegetarian option, so she gets a medium half & half.

Severely dislikes margherita pizza because she wants something with more flavour.

Will never share her pizza.

Ashley Graham:

It's confirmed that she's a sorority girl (her phone has a sorority sticker on it), so she's probably ordered many pizzas in her life after parties or after her college lectures.

This girl is experienced in pizza choosing and uses the create your own option to get pepperoni, green peppers and whatever other options she wants to change it up.

Never orders a side.

Leon Kennedy:

Nobody can convince me otherwise that this man gets anything other than an American hot pizza and still complains that the jalapeños are too spicy after (even though he devours the whole thing).

He probably gets extra chicken on his pizzas for the protein.

Always orders one when he gets home after a mission because he's too tired to cook and is not eating any more raw fish.

His favourite side is the fries.

Luis Sera:

Luis would probably go for something heavy and rich like a meat lover's pizza. This man is if a heavy spanish cologne was personified, no way he'd eat a hawaiian or light vegetarian pizza.

Orders cheesy garlic bread on the regular.

He probably ordered quite a lot when he worked in the umbrella labs because he'd want to relax, or he'dinvite a colleague to smoke and eat together.

[ggidolsmuts]

A Christmas Mystery - Red Velvet Irene, Seulgi, ????

*Hey, I have a question*

*Hi Seulgi. Yes, sure, what's up?*

*No it's Joohyun, Irene, whatever, you know who I am. When are you going to write for me again? You've written Seulgi and Wendy, and then you've written Seulgi again! When is it my turn*

*Nice to meet you. Umm I dunno, I had no plans for that. And you're fine with me lewding you and all that?* Your hands are shaking slightly as you text Irene back.

*Can't be worse than some of the thirsty comments we get, at least you last long enough to write that much*

*Thanks, I guess? But sorry, no real ideas*

*What, am I not hot enough?*

*No, of course not. It's like a song, you know? Not every song suits the group. Not every idea fits you just because you're hot, even if you are hot*

*Fine, but if I come up with an idea, would you listen to it?*

*Sure, no promises though*

*Oh I'll make sure you'll want to write it, you just wait* 

You gulp at her threat, and simply reply "OK". Irene doesn't follow up with an idea though, so you forget about it until Seulgi pings you once more weeks later.

*Hi, are you free Friday night?*

*Yeah, should be*

*Okay, can you come over? Irene unnie wants to tell you about her idea*

*Sure, I'll bring my laptop*

*I would also bring a change of clothes, just saying ;)*

*Great*

You're thrilled about what Irene had in store, and slightly fearful, given her adamant order to write, but there was nothing to do except to wait for Friday to arrive.

It is well worth the wait.

Seulgi and Irene have you arrive at a mansion, and you feel conspicuously underdressed as you approach the ornate door.

"Welcome, my dear writer." Irene almost fawns over you in a high-pitched voice. She's dressed in a little Christmas-themed red dress, white fur lining the top of it. Her hairstyle was simple, but simple is all that's needed when you look like Bae Joohyun. She produces a piece of black cloth and approaches you. "Nuh uh, don't move." Irene pulls it around your eyes, blinding you. You grunt as she ties it extra tight around your head before loosening it just a little. As a parting gift she draws sharp nail along your neck—Irene not only dressed to kill, she came to kill.

"Come on, follow me." You stumble closely behind as you hear Irene's heels click and doors swinging open.

"I've been reading your stuff, while mine was good, it's old, I want a new one."

"T-Thanks for reading them, and sure, but I can't really write while I'm blindfolded."

"Shut up. You have some interesting ideas, and I want my story to have all the interesting ideas. But no writing tonight, you'll just have to remember enough to write it later." Irene emphasizes this by taking your laptop out of your hands. Sit." You find yourself pushed onto a couch. Her hands are on your shoulders, and you reflexively reach out for her.

"Stop. Are you going to be a good boy and behave, or do I have to tie your hands up?"

"I'll behave." You stay still as Irene merely puts her weight on you and leans in.

"So you have stories about being blindfolded, stories about being tied up, a fucking gacha story, and so, so many breeding stories, so here's what's going to happen, this story? This story is going to combine everything!"

"O-Okay?"

"So, you'll say a number, let's say 1 to 9. One of us will come to you, and we'll do whatever we want with you. Maybe you'll be tied up, maybe you'll tie us up. Maybe you'll cum on us, maybe you'll cum in us, who knows what will happen, it'll be up to us. You'll call 4 numbers across two nights, and you'll be blindfolded during sex, so at the end, you have to guess who did you have sex with and in what order correctly."

"Sure, what happens if I guess wrong?"

"Then you have to write a story about this, remember every detail."

"And if I guess right?" She pulls on your ear harshly, making you wince.

"You just got to fuck four K-Pop idols, what more do you want?" Fair enough. "Do you agree?"

"I can still disagree?"

"Of course, then I kick you out of the mansion and we have our own orgy, you can have fun imagining that. So, yes or no?"

"Yes, I guess."

"Hah, I guess?" She reaches down to grab you through your pants. "I'll take this as a yes. Come in!" Irene calls out in the room, and soon you hear multiple heels clicking on the floor, getting louder, and to your surprise, it sounded way more than then 4 other members of Red Velvet.

"This is our guest for the weekend. I gave each of you a number earlier, if he calls your number, you get to have fun with him. Make sure he keeps the blindfold on, don't reveal your identity to him. Other than that, do what you want." You hear hushed whispers, but little else. A long finger is on your chin.

"Now then, what number do you choose?"

"Uh... 2?" Your selection is immediately met by a chorus of sighs and boos. 

"Again?" You hear someone ask.

"Tch, okay 2, take him to your room." Irene's heels click and clack away from you, until the room falls silent. A hand grabs you by the wrist, and you follow closely behind number 2. A door is opened, then closed as you walk through it. You're spun around and pushed back, and you land on a bed.

"Hi oppa." You recognized her voice quickly.

"Seulgi?"

"W-What? How did you know?"

"You do know that voice is a thing right? It's only impossible to tell in writing."

"Oh, oops, I don't think Irene unnie realized that." Seulgi giggles. You breathe a sigh of relief—maybe this will be easier than you thought.

"Can I take off the blindfold then? I know who you are already."

"No, I have something in mind, keep it on, but the rest can come off." Seulgi's hands work on your jeans, and you take off your t-shirt. She pulls your jeans and boxers off, leaving you naked on the bed. "I'm going to paint a picture in your head oppa, I want you to imagine it just like how I imagine things when I read your stuff." Wordlessly you nod, and you hear Seulgi's heels stop in front of you.

"Can you guess what I'm wearing?" You shake your head.

"Remember our Beautiful Christmas MV?"

"Of course."

"Good, I'm wearing that little red dress, and nothing underneath." Seulgi's voice drops to a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear. Her hands grab yours, and you smell her perfume as she pulls it around to her back. The coldness of the zipper contrasts the heat between the two of you harshly.

"Go ahead." The sound of the zipper is deafening, like a lightning bolt crackling down Seulgi's back. "Thank you dear." Relucantly you let her go, your hand trailing over her warm body as she backs up.

"It's going to drop to the floor... now." On her word the fabric rustles to the ground. You're leaking precum everywhere already, imagining her naked, that she's wearing nothing but her accessories and her heels. Those same heels approach you.

"Seulgi?" You feel velvet on your thighs, and as your hand moves around on it, you realize you're holding Seulgi's dress in your lap.

"I want you to touch yourself, touch yourself like I did while reading Haul-lelujah. Do you want to know how I did it?"

"Y-Yes," you croak, throat suddenly dry. As you feel more than hear Seulgi sit opposite you.

"When I read it, I had to go grab the tightest leggings I had and wear them, do you know what I did next?" Your hand starts stroking up and down, a visible "yes" to Seulgi. "I pushed it— Ah! Pushed it into myself, I fucked my leggings, they got so soaked." You hear the soft wet sounds of Seulgi starting to finger herself, the rustle of the sheets telling you exactly how quickly or slowly she is going—instinctively you match her pace with your hand.

"And then I did what you said you'd do, rip my top off and slowly peel the leggings off. Then I shtuffed it in my mouf—" Seulgi's voice is suddenly muffled, but the bouncing of the bed leaves you no room for imagination—Seulgi's right next to you, fucking her own fingers as she bites into the sheets.

"Fuck Seul!" She's wetter than ever, and you're harder than ever. Initially you can still hear her movements clearly, her fingers exiting and entering her pussy in time with noisy slickness. But as she speeds up, it begins to all blend together, as does Seulgi's moans as she drives herself into a frenzy. Soon you're in a frenzy too, the blood pounding in your head as you stroke faster and faster, fucking your hand like you would be fucking Seulgi.

"Nnngh oppa!" You hear a loud squelch, and suddenly your shaft is drenched in her juices! You cum immediately, feeling the soft fabric on your thighs as you jerk forward—you forgot that it was Seulgi's dress, and in the moment it may well have been just the most expensive tissue in your lap. Blindfolded and too far gone to care, you fire freely, stroking yourself to completion until you're leaking on your fingers, at which point you wipe it on the soft fur fabric.

"Mmm Seulgi—" Your mouth is suddenly filled with a soaked fabric as you are pushed back on the bed. The same scent fills your nose as Seulgi sits herself on you, rocking her hips on your face. She's fucking your face just as you described, except her panties are in your mouth! Her fingers dig into your hair, and she's pulling on you, rubbing her pussy all over your lips and nose.

"Oh, oh yes, ohh..." Seulgi climaxes a second time, coating your face in her juices. She slides down a little, now sitting on your abdomen to give you room to breathe. Or so you thought, as Seulgi kisses you and bites on her own underwear, pulling it out of your mouth before spitting it out. She comes back in for another kiss—any more of this, and she's going to kill you by asphyxiation. "Thanks for a fun time, what number do you want next?"

You're still gasping for air. "W-We're not having sex?"

"Not tonight, sorry."

"Damn, uhhh number 7?"

"Who was number 7 again... Okay, I'll bring you to her." You hear Seulgi zip up her cum-stained dress, and you fumble for your clothes before she grabs you by the wrist.

"Wait, my clothes!"

"You'll have them afterwards, you won't need it for tonight anyways." She pulls you out and along some corridor, making a few turns before almost letting you crash into her. "Stop, stop, we're here!"

"Sorry, you need to tell me beforehand."

"Right right, anyways, the handle is right here," she places your hand on it. "Enjoy."

"Thanks Seulgi." You hear her walk away as you let yourself in.

"H-Hello?"

"Hi, please take off your blindfold."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm, don't worry, my identity is still hidden." You shrug and take it off. There is a wall in front of you, and a pretty big hole in the wall—through it you can make out milky thighs and a short red dress. "Please put your cock through the hole."

Oh, it's like a glory hole. You stand close to the wall and put yourself through the hole. The ensuing silence is explained immediately as her lips part around your shaft, and her tongue starts wrapping around you. You look up at the ceiling, the slurping and sucking sounds of your partner all that you need to paint yourself a vivid image. She sucks you furiously, and her hair is tickly on your thighs. Your legs go weak, and your partner takes the opportunity to grab your legs, pulling you closer to devour your cock.

"Oh fuck, wait, I'm going to cum already!" The warm wetness of her mouth immediately subsides, and you get the briefest glimpse of white going down her legs before she replaces her mouth by another set of wet lips. Your moans clash as mystery number 7 pushes herself back on to you.

"Mmm that's deep! Just stay right there." She starts pulling herself off you slightly before backing her ass into you again. She grinds herself deep on your shaft, and while the hole prevents you from thrusting back, you're glad that you're able to last longer because of it.

"Fuck I need more, back up a little, keep your eyes closed!" You back away from the wall and do as she says. When she has you open them again you see that she has stepped backwards through the hole, her slim waist filling most of the opening. You still can't see her face, but you are able to see what you needed—the bottom half of someone, their red dress barely covering their ass. She's wearing boots, but the black lacy stockings just make her legs look even longer.

"Go ahead, fuck me, give it to me good." You immediately lift the dress and push back in. Your hands naturally go around her wide hips as you settle inside her. You lift her hips slightly so you're better aligned with her, and it gets you an extra inch deeper.

"Oh god, that's it!" You set a quick pace, your thighs slapping into her ass with solid claps of flesh—she's tight, and her toned body tenses in your hands every time. Through the small gaps in the hole you watch her hair fly up and down, her head snapping back every time you push through her now creamy and sopping wet entrance. You raise a hand and bring it down on her ass with a snap.

"Ahhh!" She screams from behind the wall, but her pussy tightens around you even more. So you slap her ass again—it ripples just like her wails around the room. It rises in pitch, turning into a piercing shriek as you grab her by the hips and lift her—with a firm grip on her tight body, any complaint about you would be groundless as Miss #7 dangles in the air. Held up almost like a wheelbarrow, the hole serves as a fulcrum, and she is the lever of pleasure as you pound her, making her legs flail with each thrust.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" With a final shout she goes breathless, and your partner's legs go rigid, toes splayed out, reaching for a floor she wouldn't touch—not until you were done with her. Her back is tense, and her muscles flex and twitch in rhythm with her pussy, desperate to milk you. But you hold on, to both her and your orgasm as a few drops of slick leak from your connection.

"Hey, I'm close, where—"

"In me," comes the tired reply from the other side of the wall. A few rough thrusts into her limp body and you almost pull her out of the hole as you yank her on to you. You let go with a groan, and her toes curl in response, hands gripping the edge of the hole tightly as you fill her own hole with cum. You let her down and she flops to the ground in front of you, her legs weak like custard. A puddle of white is already growing underneath her.

"Thanks, you should go." Her long hair covers her face, so you don't get a good look at her before she turns away from you.

"Do I call the next number now?"

"No, that's for tomorrow, just wait outside and someone will bring you to your room." Dumbly you wait outside naked, until a masked lady comes for you.

"Here, please put this on." She hands you the clothes you brought and shows you to your room, and you bow gratefully before collapsing in bed. It wouldn't do to wake up smelling of sex though, so you take a shower before burrowing into the sheets and falling asleep.

Sex is inevitable though, and you jolt awake feeling a warm, nude body by your side.

"Oppa?" You recognized the voice.

"I-Irene?"

"Joohyun please."

"Umm sure Joohyun, what are you doing?"

"Being selfish." She captures your lips passionately, and you're immediately hard even at the middle of the night. "I never told you, I really liked your sweeter stories too."

"Oh, thanks for reading I guess?"

"Please do that to me." Needily she rolls you on top of her. "I'm yours." Your lips make sure of that, sucking on her neck, leaving a bruise that the shadows can't hide.

"Oh god, say you love me, please!" Joohyun whispers hurriedly.

"I love you," you mutter, and Joohyun coos in delight—this was not the Irene you were expecting. Not the Irene that demanded you here to write a story, the Irene that always gets what she wants. This is the Joohyun who wanted to feel wanted, from you of all people. She's going to get what she wants, you suppose, but on your terms.

"So pretty, so nice..." you murmur, and Joohyun whimpers as you move a hand down her nude figure. You grab her butt lecherously, and all she does is twist towards you, to offer you more room to roam her thigh and leg. "Even though you have many fans, I love you the most out of all of them, you know?"

"Yes, please, please!" You pull her in for another kiss, and you hand waves small circles over her cheek, admiring at her juiciness. Closer and closer you get to touching Joohyun between her legs, and when you brush against her lips she squeaks and you gasp—she was soaked.

"Please oppa, please I need you!" Your fingers play with her slit, running them along one fold, then the other. You rub your fingers against her entrance, preparing her, but Joohyun pauses your advances. "Please, I want more than that."

"No, you want me to love you right?" Joohyun nods, and she moans in surprise as you slide a finger into her. "Then I'm going to love you my way." The protesting hand on yours melts away, and you begin firmly fingering the leader of Red Velvet, pushing into her clenching warmth.

"You're so tight Irene..."

"Joohyun!"

"Sorry, Joohyun, forgive me?" She blushes at your sweetness, and she tightens further with a nod. You kiss her cheek, her neck, her ear. Each kiss you push a little deeper into her, rubbing her a little harder. Joohyun's already on edge, so when you capture her lips and curl your finger, you draw her over the line.

"Mmmm!" She moans into the kiss, her upper body keeling towards you as her thighs close around your arm. You keep rubbing at her g-spot, and her legs thrash and kick about until Joohyun's utterly drained and her orgasm finally spent.

"I'm going to fuck you now." You withdraw your slick fingers from her, undress what little you have on, and get between her legs properly. As soon as you are in position you feel her heels on the back of your thighs—she's already wrapping her limbs around you.

"S-Slow, please?" Joohyun looked more vulnerable than ever, and you can't tell if she has you wrapped around her finger, doing whatever she wants you to do. Or do you have her wrapped around yours with how submissive a lover she's being. What you do know is that you have her wrapped around your cock as you take her slow, just as she asked.

"You're so tight Joohyun!"

"Y-You're too big oppa!" she groans delicately, relaxing herself to allow you in. The feeling of being inside her is nothing like you've imagined, and you take deep breaths against her neck as you eventually bury yourself inside her.

"You feel incredible, I mean it." Joohyun responds by wrapping herself tighter around you.

"I'm happy, keep going, make love to me, fuck me, whatever you want." Your fingers run through her hair, brushing them to the side to get a look at her. Joohyun really is gorgeous, and her lips part beautifully as you start drawing your length in and out of her. She shouts in pleasure as you lean down to tease a nipple, swirling around the stiff nub—with a gentle nip you also leave light teeth marks on her breast. 

You go back to watching Joohyun, her expressions varied, morphing in bliss as you hit different spots inside her—her lips would purse as you hit really deep inside her, then open in a loud moan as you pull back. They then stay parted in a small "O" when you slide back in at the right angle, rubbing the g-spot you found earlier. Her eyes wander your face, but also flutter shut, especially when it got a bit too much.

"Don't hold back," you order. Your fingers through her hair suddenly pull on it harshly, yanking her head back and opening her windpipe. At the same time you start a demanding rhythm, a strong pace that is determined to drive Joohyun into a screaming climax.

"Ah, w-wait! Oppa! Ahhh!" Joohyun wails uncontrollably, crying out into the bedroom as the sudden fierceness sends her hurtling to another peak. She screams as you put one powerful thrust after another into her during the orgasm, forcing her leaking slick back into her before it is pushed out by the next wave of slick. There is a small wetspot between her legs by the time you stop moving, and Joohyun's face is glowing in sweat and pleasure. It is also glowering in determination as she starts bucking up against you, urging you to move again.

“M-More, I want more!”

Your own orgasm nips at your heels, and you respond in kind, starting up slow before quickly picking up the pace again. Your harsh breaths are right in her ear, and she turns to kiss you, swallowing your exhaustion.

"You're going to cum?" Treating it as a demand in your frenzied state you move faster. Joohyun yelps and begs into your ear. "Oh, oh fuck! Just cum in me, just make me pregnant!"

Roleplay or otherwise, that's too much from her, and you kiss Joohyun fiercely—the taste of blood is on your tongue as you erupt in her, unleashing a white flood on her womb. She quivers and shakes underneath you, whispering how hot your cum feels inside her. It makes you wonder if you've actually done the unthinkable. As you finish seeding her, your kiss turns gentle, light pecks in apology for drawing blood. Even bleeding from one side of her lip she still looked beautiful, and you lean in for another kiss as you collapse on top of her.

"Thanks," Joohyun whispers. "I really wanted that, even if you might not write about it later." You're too drained to speak, and simply smile and nod.

She cuddles up against you, pulling your arm over her—for the moment, the two of you are lovers, and you raise a hand to brush the blood from her lip.

"S-Sorry about that, got carried away."

"It's okay, I don't mind if it's you doing it." She pulls your hand to her tummy, and now you're really not sure how much of it was roleplaying. You're too tired to think, maybe you'll clarify with her tomorrow, for now you needed sleep.

You wake up the next morning smelling of sex, but the bed is unfortunately lonely—Joohyun had left sometime in the early morning. In the room there is a brunch spread and a note. You read the note as you go through the delicious brunch.

*Please rest for now and stay in your room, you will next call a number at 3 pm*

That left you plenty of time to refresh and rejuvenate, and you head for another shower before simply relaxing on the bed, flipping through TV channels and your phone. On the dot at 3 pm there is a knock on your door, and a masked lady pokes her head through.

"What number would you like to call?"

"Umm, 6 then?"

"Aww okay, please follow me." You follow her out the door, and she looks around before whispering in your ear.

"If I were you, I'd pick 8 next, okay? It's a lucky number, trust me." You nod confusedly, and she continues showing you the way. When you arrive she blindfolds you before guiding you through the door. "Don't forget!" is her final whisper. You're left waiting for Ms. 6, and she approaches you confidently going by her footsteps.

"Welcome, this way please. You may leave your clothes on the floor." Once she's satisfied with your nudity she guides you to the bed and has you lie down. "I hear from Seulgi unnie you're good with your mouth?"

"Umm—" You freeze as her weight is on your chest—she's already sitting on you! "Yes."

"Good, please go ahead. Let's see how long you last."

"Wha— Ohhh..." Her hot mouth is suddenly wrapped around your shaft, and realizing what she wants your arms reach up for her hips, pulling her up slightly so you can eat her. You lean your head forward slightly, and as soon as you are able to locate her properly you start licking her slit, drawing light vibrations from her mouth around your shaft. Her entire body rocks on top of yours, alternating between bobbing her head on your cock and grinding her pussy all over your mouth. You hiss into her thighs as she gently grabs your sack, massaging it and pushing you close. You respond by spreading her juicy cheeks, a stray finger playing dangerously with the hole above her slit.

"Damn, that's—" The sudden pause in her rocking allows you to double down, and you slip a bit of your finger into her ass. "Ahh!" Gently you push your fingertip in and out, pushing against her resistance just enough for her to feel it. At the same time you keep the pressure up on her slit, licking it up and down. She doubles down on sucking your cock, determined to get you off first. It becomes a race, the suction of her cheeks almost unbearable. But what is really unbearable is your focus on her clit, ruthlessly flicking it with your tongue. When you slip your finger deeper into her ass, it's like you've run a rod through her.

"So fucking dirty, oh god!" She orgasms first, her hands going to your thighs, grabbing on to them for support. Mindlessly she bucks on you, riding out her climax, rhythmically pushing her ass back on your finger—you can feel her shiver and clench around you when you go deep.

"You did not write about that, ah..." She gets off you, pulling you to the edge of the bed. "But you didn't write about this either." Propped up on the bed, you moan as you feel your cock sandwiched by her soft pillows. Her tongue is suddenly only on your tip rather than wrapped around your cock, and as she strokes it with her tits, the race restarts, except you're the only one racing, and like Father Time, Pleasure is unbeaten. Your partner feels it too, and she licks the underside of your head deliberately.

"Fuck, that's it!" You groan loudly as you release, the feeling of her tits moving along your shaft exquisite. It is then replaced by a stroking hand, and your balls are gently squeezed by the other. "Ah..." She coaxes even more out of you, and you're almost falling off the bed when you finish.

"Wow, hah you can take off the blindfold, you've covered me completely." You see that it is true when you pull the fabric off. There is white goo all over her face, and some is on her well-endowed chest too. She really is unrecognizable, save for one open eye and a bit of her forehead. "Now put it back on, I'm going to go clean up."

"S-Sorry about that."

"Don't be, you were blindfolded." Her laugh is unrestrained. "You should wash your hands before you call the next number, none of us expected that."

"Right." She leads you to the bathroom and helps you wash your hands. She applies impromptu lip balm in the form of saliva on your lips, courtesy of her tongue pushing into your mouth. You're tempted to pull her against you for a similarly impromptu fucking, but she eventually pushes you away.

"I would have loved to have you for the night, but perhaps next time." You settle for a hand on her ass, squeezing it as she leads you to the door. Immediately you hear the masked lady again—has she been waiting for you the whole time?

"So, who are you calling next?"

"I'll call 8." You manage to remember the masked lady's request, and she squeals in delight.

"Yay, that's me!"

"Wait, really?"

"Mmhmm, come on, let's go!" She drags you stumbling through the halls and into her room.

"W-Wait, why are you leading me around, I thought you would be waiting in your room."

"I got the short stick to drag you around to the other girls, so might as well make the most of it." She spins you around and pushes you on the bed. "Now, how do I want to do this?"

You take the time to try and process the new information—she may have had the mask on, but you had seen her. She's petite, small in size and with short hair, who has that haircut? Before you can think further, Number 8 is in your lap, removing your clothes.

"I know about you and Irene unnie." A chill runs down your spine, how?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Tch please, I was going to sneak in myself, but then I heard her screaming her head off. You'll do the same for me right? You'll breed my flat little tummy?"

"I-I don't even know who you are." You hiss as she sucks your collarbone.

"You'll find out in 9 months, and you can write about it then, call it 'How I bred—'" She pauses and laughs to herself. "Woops, almost revealed myself, are you ready yet?" She jerks a groan from you in response. "That's a yes."

When she gets in your lap, you realize she is smaller than she looked in the Christmas dress. She is also much tighter than the Christmas dress when she sinks down on your cock, how is she so wet already?

As it turns out, Miss #8 might be a mind reader when she whispers in your ear. "I've been listening to everything, it all sounds so hot, I was so hoping you would call my number." You feel something hard and phallic thrust into your hand. "If you didn't call my number, I was going to fuck myself silly on that, but I'm glad I don't have to now." You're glad too, there's no way it would have fit in her, given how tight she is right now. From the fugue of her tightness you realize one thing.

"You listened to everything?"

"Mmhmm, fuck yes, this is so much better than just listening though." She's already riding you slowly.

"So, can you tell me who was which number then?"

"Of course silly, we all know who was what number, how else would I lead you to the right rooms? You want me to tell you who was who?"

"Yeah, please?"

"That depends, can you stand up right now?"

"What?"

"Do as I say." Your hands wrap around her waist tightly, and you grunt as you manage to push yourself off the bed. You can hear the smile in her whisper, "Good, now fuck me just like this, make me forget I'm not supposed to tell you who's who, and I just might."

You bend your knees and straighten them again, lightly bouncing her as she clings to your neck and cock. You support her best you can, grabbing her thighs as you work your own, half-squatting and driving up into her each time.

"Yes, just like that, I'm dropping so deep on your cock! Ah fuck!" She squeals and gets even tighter, already rolling over an orgasm. Everything about her is small, even her orgasm, and she's already moaning and whispering in your neck to keep going. "That's only one, keep fucking me, keep fucking— nngh!" You shut her foul mouth up with a second peak. Despite her brazenness, she's easy to please, and like Santa’s sleigh in turbulent air you bump and bounce her through multiple small peaks.

As you move your hands to a more fuck-friendly position, you realize just how petite she is—you could lift her on and off your cock if you wanted to, and now that you have that knowledge, you definitely wanted to. You stop the ride and hold her still, ignoring her whines as you adjust your hands to clasp her waist. She squeaks cutely when you apply firm pressure, but as you start manhandling her up and down your shaft, low sexy moans begin to escape her lips.

"Oh, oh no! How dare you treat an idol like this! Like you own little fuck toy, what will my fans think— Ahh!" Said idol apparently loves it, and she releases a small wave of juices over you shaft. You get more into it, thrusting your hips in time with pulling her down on your cock, fucking her like a cocksleeve. She hangs on to you by the neck, her legs barely able to stay wrapped around your hips as she groans at the delicious friction. 

The pressure around your shaft grows with every passing orgasm from her, like she's slowly crushing you between her legs, and the pressure in your core grows too. In her present state she probably is less mind reader and more just feeling your cock throb inside her, but she manages to pull herself closer to you, whimpering into your ear.

"Cum in me, I need to feel it, give it to me!" A few a more strong tugs of her on to your cock, and you find yourself sitting back down on the bed. With the help of gravity you jam the pleading idol on your cock and unload into her. Her shout of surprise immediately dies away into soft grunts as you spew thick cum into her, each burst unbearably hot and gooey in her womb. She does the riding for you now, grinding on you slowly to extract all of your load, cooing as you fill her stocking with heat.

"You still came so much, good boy." She peppers your neck with love bites, her hair tickling your chest as she does so. As the two of you calm down from the session, you decide to catch her off-guard.

"So, why don't you tell me who I've been with?"

"I hope you enjoyed this weekend, hmm?" Irene jokes as you are brought in front of everyone once more.

"Yes, definitely, and I won't even have to write about it," you proudly say.

"That confident? Go ahead then, let's see who you guessed." You take a deep breath and remember what you were told.

"Seulgi—" Irene cuts you off with a jubilant shout.

"Hah! Wrong! I look forward to your story then!"

"What? How is it wrong? The first number is Seulgi! I even recognized her voice!"

"Did you have sex with her?" She fires back.

"S-She rode me and everything!"

"Doesn't count! She rode your face, not your dick! So you're wrong, and have fun writing about this weekend!" Irene cackles and laughs.

"Fine, including you sneaking into my room then?!" you fire back, to a chorus of scandalized shouts.

"Unnie!" "How could you!" "You should have invited me!"

"Shut up! I don't care, include it if you want, but you are going to write it."

"I haven't even mentioned who the others were, how do I know if I'm right?"

"Just leave it up to your readers then, we'll know who’s who of course, but no one else will."

So, who do you think you fucked?

A/N: Those Beautiful Christmas images are too hot not to write about, so I blended it in with that ask about continuing “Reader Feedback” in some form. Hope this is not too confusing, anyways I think I’m being very obvious about who’s who lol, but if you feel like pretending it’s someone else, by all means. Thanks for reading and happy holidays!

[puppiestranny]

okay it’s time i do a little intro

First and foremost: If you are uncomfortable with the things I post, feel free to block me. This kink is not for everyone and I respect that! I assure you that everything on here is just fantasy and I do not condone any real transphobic hate and violence. Trans men are men and trans women are women! And if you disagree, you can also go ahead and block me.

I’m 20 years old, masculine & passing goth metalhead irl, pronouns he/they, 3 years on T and post top-surgery!

In kink I use she/her pronouns and if you’re respectful enough I’ll tell you my deadname 🩷 But you can call me whatever you want! If you want to address me and don’t know how, things like puppy are fine!

I’m a switch with a sub & bottom preference, but I also love domming & topping cute fellow ftm girls or (puppy)boys from time to time <3

Kinks include:

- misgendering

- detrans

- pet play

- CNC

- fauxcest

- slight age play (but i probably won’t post about it)

Limits:

- scat

- cheating!

- anything i deem unethical

My DMs are always open, but please remember to be respectful. Unless I’m super horny I won’t reply to plain stuff like “let me see your cunt.”

I don’t send pictures of my face or cunt. I may send other things but it depends.

I can revoke my consent anytime and if I don’t want to do something, I will not do it. No matter if “daddy wants me to” or whatever. If you’re a stupid, toxic dom who cannot handle boundaries, then you should get run over by a car. Begging won’t do anything either.

You can refer to my body however you want. Any terms like pussy, cunt, tits, whatever are fine and only turn me on more 🩷

Feel free to send asks and dms <3

[jbdforspence]

SCU (smosh cinematic universe) headcanons:

This is basically me geeking out over fucking smosh sketches of all things (😭) and wanting to try and view it as a coherent story n shit 💀

This is more so me rambling while being lowkey out of it and definetly shouldn’t have let the drafts but hey I’m hoping someone appreciates this idk

Uhh also these aren’t tumblr style headcanons it’s like weird lore shit idk

Most of these aren’t Ianthony sketch ones btw!!

Augustus was fired from Smosh after the events of We Interviewed our Biggest Hater (oct. 2021), where he then got a job working for GameStop which we see in POV: You’ve entered a GameStop (nov. 2021). This head canon is more so just for like putting together a cohesive timeline but anyways

The documentarian from the grimace sketch is the same guy from the totally true documentary series

all the chosen lore shit isn’t bs and actually true because i think it’s way more fun (sorry, know that’s not the popular approach) also the chosen HAS powers in No Nut 2022, which isn’t a sketch I’d want to be canon but oh well 💀

Some of this is rooted in canon but instead of Anthony’s whole leaving smosh saga and all the vids surrounding it, Anthony straight up completely disappears from the public eye and becomes Anthobrie (idk how to spell her name) for 7 years after food battle 2016. Every video where Anthony plays his sketch universe self post fb2016 before he quit in the timeline takes place beforehand, with new Ianthony sketches taking place after fb2023 and after whatever video they make where they reanimate him (honestly I’m predicting fb2024). Anyways to the main headcanon, Anthony straight up left the face of the earth and everyone was like “yeah he quit smosh ig…” until during the first chosen multiverse Courtney’s chosen came and was like “bro he’s fighting laser dolphins in Guam???” Because the Anthony from their universe is doing that and everyone just kinda went with it until fb2023

Pharaoh High, I’mBarly, Lianna Indiana, The Curse Of The Shorts, Dancer @ Singer School, Varsity High and Smosh the Movie (as well as other tv shows and movies acted out in sketches I didn’t say) are canon tv shows and movies within the SCU, with Smosh the movie being acted out by sketch universe Ian and Anthony

fuck it the two paramedics played by Spencer and Tommy in the pregnancy smoffice sketch are married to each other 🥰🥰

The Every Blank Ever vids are canonically sketches played by the sketch universe versions of the cast

Shayne is actually 5’6 😘

Yo feel free to reply n shit disagreeing or whatever I’m real open to other’s views n shit, like for one I don’t even know whether to put Ianthony sketches in the same universe as like smoffice n shit lmao idk too sleep deprived to process anything I said in this post 😍😍

[abitohoney]

Too shy to ask off anon🤭

I love your writing and style and even more so the way you write sevika specifically - I think you have an amazing grasp on her and her character.

I was wondering - if you‘d wanna - if maybe we could get your thoughts on a Housewife!femReaderxSevika …. Sfw, nswf, both, bullet points, dialogue - whatever you feel inspired to give

Just… the thought of doing things for her….and her 👀appreciating…rewarding…being happy….. idk you get why it‘s enticing✨

Aww don't be shy nonny! (Although I'm shy too, so I get it). I hope I'm not scaring you though. I'm so glad you like my writing and the way I characterize Sevika! I enjoy writing her so much, but it means so much more when I hear readers are happy with my writing as well! 🥰

I have to admit, this was a bit challenging for me. I am not the least bit housewife material. I'm the breadwinner in my family, so technically I'm the one who needs a housewife. 😆 But I'll tell you this; for Sevika, I'd wear a damn apron, or even a skimpy maid outfit and heels. I'd cook her fresh meals everyday and clean the house till it shined. I'd even massage her sweaty feet when she comes home from a grueling day of work for Silco. But for anyone else? GTFO!

Anyway, here's some headcannons/imagines below the readmore (came out WAY longer than I intended). Hope you enjoy, and thank you for the ask! ❤️

This contains some NSFW smutty stuff (although not explicit), so MDNI

Sevika is a busy woman, so the last thing she wants to spend her miniscule bit of free time on is housework. So she would be more than happy to have a sweet, cute, doting housewife to come home to every day.

She could have the worst day, but the moment she comes steps through that door and sees you all dolled up and the house sparkly clean (so very unlike anywhere else in Zaun), most- if not all- of that tension just melts away.

Your smile alone could wipe her glum expression clear off her face.

Sevika drags her feet warily through the door to your shared home, shoulders slumped, head hung low, and brows pinched tightly together. It’s been another one of those days. But, before she can even close the door, she glances up to find you running at her full speed, arms spread wide and grinning like a damn idiot. And it’s all for her simply appearing.

“Sevika!” you squeal as you leap into her barely prepared arms. Wrapping your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist, you giggle as she stumbles backwards from the sheer force at which you threw yourself at her. That grimace she came in with instantly melts into a soft lopsided grin that only makes you beam more. “I missed you!”

She wraps her arms around your back tighter as she carries you far enough into the house to kick the door shut behind her. “Missed you too baby.” She no more than gets those four words out before you’re peppering her face with kisses. Her throaty chuckle rumbles through where her chest presses to yours. When she’s had her fill of affection, for the moment at least, she slides her hands down to your thighs and gives them a playful squeeze.

“How was your day?” you ask when you pull back to admire her face.

“Doesn’t matter,” she replies as she carries you towards the bedroom.

Brows furrowed, you ask, “Why not?” She usually likes to tell you about her day.

“Because I’m with you now,” she replies and gives you one of her bone-melting little smirks. “It can only get better.”

Sevika loves food, but she has no time or desire to cook it. Not after working grueling hours and dealing with so many insolent people. Before meeting you, she lived off the most bland, unhealthy, overly processed food. Sump waste in a can you so affectionately called it. Not that she disagreed. She just had priorities. And cooking or shopping for ingredients was not one of them. So to have a housewife to do all that for her- that’s a damn dream come true.

Too focused on the array of foods you're cooking on the stove, you don’t hear Sevika coming in through the front door.

The savory aroma hits Sevika the moment she steps past the threshold. She immediately gravitates towards the kitchen, not even bothering to remove her boots. She’s starving and there's nothing more filling and satisfying than one of your home-cooked meals. Sneaking up behind you, she wraps her arms around your waist and leans over your shoulder to inspect what you're making. "Smells delicious," she whispers into your hair before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and shoulder. “And so does the food.”

You giggle sweetly at her little joke, and revel in her affection and praise. It’s more than enough of a reward for the hard work you put into making her a healthy, hearty, tasty meal to enjoy.

But Sevika rewards you in many other ways as well. Coming home with little gifts. Your favorite flowers, jewelry, chocolates, wine, cute dresses and skirts, and/or lingerie (which may sound more like a gift for herself, but what it leads to is certainly a gift for you. Both of you.) And of course she’ll also use more physical displays of affection to say thanks. She’ll fuck her good little housewife on the kitchen table, the counter, the couch, you name it. She’s gonna make sure you feel real good. If you’ve been extra doting and helpful, she might even let you pick the location and position.

On special occasions, you’ll treat her by wearing a little something… less conventional while you’re cooking. And then she’ll treat you in return.

Donning nothing more than an apron over one of Sevika's recent gifts- a matching pair of skimpy red panties and bra- you rush to set the table before she gets home. Tonight the two of you are celebrating your anniversary, so you’ve prepared her one of her favorite meals. Just as you’re finishing pouring a glass of her favorite spiced rum, you hear the rattle of her keys in the lock of the entry door. You quickly straighten the front of your little white apron and stand beside her chair to patiently wait for her.

She strides in, human hand behind her back, donning a haughty smirk. She eyes the elaborate dinner laid out on your quaint kitchen table, humming in approval. However, the moment her eyes land on your scantily clad figure, that crooked grin of hers gets noticeably more… devious.

“Hi,” you say coyly, unable to contain the excited grin that spreads wide enough to reveal teeth. Rocking back and forth on your heels, you watch as she stalks closer. You remain in your spot while she circles you, and you can feel how her eyes roam over your body, taking in every bit of skin that’s exposed. And there's certainly plenty.

“Hi,” she husks from behind you.

And Janna, her voice is in that sultry, raspy tone that she gets whenever she’s in the mood to take you to bed. Somehow even sexier than her typical voice. You can just imagine what she’s thinking right now. What she's going to want to do to you later. You’re unexpectedly ripped from your thoughts when you feel the startling, cold drag of one of her metal fingers ghosting along your bare thigh, just beneath your ass cheek.

Sevika chuckles at the little squeak and jump that gets out of you. She lets that teasing finger slowly follow the same path beneath your other cheek as she brings her mouth to your ear. “You look… delicious,” she purrs.

Knees threatening to buckle at the sensation of her breath against your ear and those undeniably sexy words, you quickly grasp the back of her chair.

After giving your ass a gentle pat, she moves back to your front side again. “Got you a little something too.” She brings her other hand out from behind her back to reveal a bouquet of red roses.

Your face lights up brighter than a Christmas tree. Taking the bouquet, you bring it to your face, pressing your nose against the soft petals of one of the roses. Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply, humming as the sweet scent fills you with delight. “Thank you,” you say softly, “They smell so sweet.”

“Not as sweet as you,” Sevika husks as she steps closer. Her gray eyes darken, locking on yours as she gently takes the flowers from your hand and places them on the table.

Your cheeks flush. Both at the compliment and the obvious intentions of her advance. And when she slips her warm hand across your cheek to tilt your head back and pull you in for a kiss, you momentarily forget all about the fancy dinner waiting on the table. Her lips press against yours and you release your grip on the chair to grab the collar of her top in your fists as you return the kiss.

She slips that cool metal hand of hers across your bare waist, leaving behind goosebumps in its wake. Traveling lower, over the curve of your ass, she pulls your body closer. Her other hand skims down your neck, over your shoulder and down your back until it’s gripping your other ass cheek. Gently kneading each one, she runs the tip of her tongue across the line where your lips meet.

More than happy to oblige that silent request, you part your lips to allow her entry. The moment her tongue delves inside, your resulting moan turns into a startled gasp as she bends down to hoist you up by your thighs. You immediately wrap your legs around her waist, arms around her neck. Wide-eyed, you gaze into her stormy gray eyes. They’re dark, hungry and promising.

Sevika carries you to the small kitchen island, plopping you down on the top at the very edge. Her crooked grin grows when you suck in a breath at the cold press of the counter against your mostly bare, but very heated skin. Standing between your spread thighs, she flips the bottom of your apron out of the way.

You move your hands back on the counter to stabilize yourself, bumping into the bottle of whiskey you had gotten out for Sevika to go with dinner.

Dinner!

“S-Sevika,” you stammer, struggling to clear your mind of the dizzying arousal. “W- What about dinner? Aren’t you hungry?

Still smirking, Sevika grabs a nearby stool and takes a seat between the spread of your legs. Running cool and warm hands up the length of the top of your thighs, her eyes drop to your panties. Your very clearly soaked panties. “Famished,” she husks.

“But- but the food- the food will get cold,” you protest weakly as her thumbs slide to the insides of your thighs, dangerously close to the apex.

Her metal thumb pulls aside your underwear and your body shudders as you watch her tongue slip out to drag along her top lip hungrily.

“I want my dessert first tonight.”

Similarly, if she finds you tidying up the house while donning a skimpy little maid outfit (another gift from her of course), she’s going to be awfully eager to reward your hard work. Bonus points if you’re up high on a stepladder, stretching to dust an oh-so-hard-to-reach spot and revealing the tiny, sad excuse for panties beneath your skirt. She’ll stalk over to you quietly. Hungrily. You won’t even know she’s there until you feel the familiar contrast of warm flesh and cold metal fingers smoothing up the back of your exposed legs and beneath your tiny skirt. Worried about ladder safety when she’s feeling you up? Don’t be. She’s got you. Not to mention, you won’t be up there long before she’s carrying you off somewhere to fuck you silly.

Now if you ever want to see Sevika turn to putty at your doing, give that woman a massage after a long day and she’ll simply melt.

Having a drink and/or smoke ready for her too is just the icing on the cake.

Just as you’re finishing tidying up the kitchen, you hear the familiar clop of Sevika’s heavy footfalls heading towards the living room. Though it’s actually considerably earlier than usual, you know she’s had a particularly hard couple of days. Grabbing a fresh cigar from the humidor on the counter, you clip the end and hurriedly make your way into the next room.

Sevika sits on the couch, her back to you, but you can still see just how tense her shoulders are. Coming up to her from the back of the couch, you slip your arms around her neck and bring your face beside hers.

“Hey,” she says gruffly, and you can hear how exhausted she is, but she still brings her human hand up to touch yours affectionately.

Pressing a kiss to her scarred cheek, you bring the cigar to her mouth.

“Thanks, baby,” she says and she takes it between her teeth.

“Another bad day?” you ask as you bend over her to fetch her lighter from the pouch at her side. Flicking it open with a snap of your wrist, you bring it up to her cigar.

She hums in response, eyes staring blankly at the dancing flame. After taking several quick drags, she leans back against the couch and sighs, smoke billowing from her flaring nostrils.

Flicking the lighter closed again, you slip it back into her pouch. You kiss the top of her head, arms still wrapped loosely around her neck as her tired, gray eyes gaze up at you.

“How would you like a massage?” you offer.

Removing the cigar from her mouth momentarily, she replies with an appreciative grin, “I could really use that right now.”

Straightening back up, you grip her shoulders and you can already feel the knots lining her muscles. But the moment you start to work your fingers into them, Sevika is groaning in appreciation.

She lets her eyes flutter shut and her head fall forward as you continue to work her muscles, paying particular attention near the junction of her flesh and prosthetic. Her cigar hangs forgotten between metal fingers, smoke slowly curling into the air and filling your nose with the sweet and spicy scent that always reminds you of her.

You can feel each knot start to melt beneath your fingertips. And see the days worth of stress leave her body as she sighs deeply and her shoulders finally relax.

“That feels good, baby,” she whispers.

Janna, the way her praise makes you smile.

But she enjoys the touch of your soft, delicate hands on more than just her shoulders, neck, and back. A good head massage- whether it be in the bath, shower, or just while she’s lying or sitting around- that will definitely get her motor running.

Sevika sits on the couch, belly full after just finishing the home-cooked meal you’d made for her.

You come up behind her, unannounced, and carefully slip the tie from her hair, watching as the soft, dark strands fall forward around her face like the finest silk. The moment you run your nails across her scalp, she’s all but purring like a house cat. And you can’t help but smile proudly when you watch her toes curl from where they rest on the footstool.

“Oh fuck,” she groans. It’s a full body response when you drag your nails clear from the front all the way down to the back of her neck. From her deep moan to her whole body shuddering and her skin prickling with goosebumps.

When you think you’ve damn near put her to sleep with your ministrations, you bend down to kiss her shoulder. “You awake?” you whisper.

Her gray eyes open just enough to peer up at you. “C’mere,” she husks.

“What? Why?” you ask, unsure of her intentions. But when she lies back on the couch, propping her head up on several pillows, you’re pretty sure you can guess what she has in mind.

“I want to show you just how much I appreciate you, sweetheart,” she replies while you move to the front of the couch beside her. She slips a hand behind your knee and tugs you onto the couch near her head. Her lips curl up at the corner as she watches the apprehension melt from your face only to be replaced by anticipation. Excitement. Both hands behind each of your thighs, she guides you onto your knees on either side of her head. The tiny little skirt you’re wearing gives her a full view of what lies between your legs. Or rather, what doesn’t. And judging by how her lips curl higher and those gray eyes twinkle in amusement, she’s discovered that you were hoping for something tonight.

“Expecting this?” she husks as she slides her hands up the backs of your thighs and your bare ass to lift your skirt up to your waist and tuck it beneath the band, out of the way.

“Not this specifically,” you admit, cheeks flushing in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

“You should. You deserve this,” she purrs. And then her tone and expression take a complete turn. Eyes dark with lust, she digs her nails into your ass and tugs. “Now sit.”

She’ll show her appreciation all night if you let her. She’ll have you cumming over and over until you’re so fucked out you can’t see straight, let alone walk. Good luck keeping up with the chores for the next few days.

But the ultimate massage? The one that really drives home just how much Sevika’s perfect housewife loves her? Her feet. 

“My feet are fucking killing me,” Sevika groans as she drags her feet through the front door.

“Want me to draw up a nice hot bath for you and massage your feet?” you offer as you take her cloak and hang it up. You drop to your knees and start to untie the laces of her boots.

She stares at you for a moment as if you just offered to bring her the moon. “Baby, that’s- Fuck- Yes.”

You beam up at her, thrilled to have left her struggling for words.

…

The moment Sevika sinks into that warm water, much of her tension rises and fades along with the steam that fills the bathroom. She sighs heavily, eyes drifting shut and scowl slowly fading. 

And when you kneel at the opposite end of the tub, where her feet rest just over the edge, you know you’re going to make her feel like the queen she truly is. Proud smile on your face, you take one foot into your hands and start with gentle squeezes.

"You're too good to me, sweetheart," Sevika says with a quiet sigh. She slowly opens her gray eyes, just enough to peer adoringly at her pretty little housewife.

When you start to really work your thumbs into the soles of her feet, she’ll get so worked up you’ll find her clenching her teeth, just trying so damn hard to withhold the appreciative moans that threaten to burst from her chest.

"Fuck! That feels so good, baby," Sevika groans.

After giving both feet equal attention, she lies so limp and boneless in the tub that one could almost mistake that blissed out expression of hers as post orgasmic.

“C’mere baby,” she breathlessly beckons you with a curl of her metal finger.

Obediently, you move to sit on the floor just beside the arm she has draped over the edge.

She slips her metal claws into your hair at the back of your head and pulls you down until your lips meet hers in a passionate kiss.

She truly, and dearly, adores you.

Though she’s normally short on words and not one for chitchat, with you it’s different. Letting her talk to you about her day, asking her questions, showing your genuine interest in her, that really melts that icy exterior of hers.

Though she may not admit it, coming home to lay on the couch with you is something she longs for the most. Those soft, tender moments- be it in companionable silence or a quiet conversation- it’s something she never knew she needed until she’d married you and brought you into her home. Her life. She loves laying her head in your lap while you comb through her hair and listen to her tell you all about her crappy day, or brag about how she beat the shit out of someone, or won at gambling. She trusts you enough to tell you anything. And she loves that you’ll just simply listen and smile down at her with more love than she ever thought she deserved.

“Did you have a nice day for once?” you ask as Sevika flops down on the couch and sneaks her head onto your lap beneath the book you’re holding.  Sevika’s gray eyes meet yours when you set your book aside. They’re full of mirth, and match the crooked grin she wears. Clearly she had a good day. Finally.

“Yeah. Took out this dumbass chembarron that’s been trying to overthrow Silco for some time,” she replies as you remove her hair tie. Her smirk grows wider as she continues, “And not only that, I let Silco think I was switching sides myself. Pretty sure he shit his pants when I swung my sword across his desk.” She gazes off in the distance as if reminiscing what had taken place. Turning her attention back to you she adds proudly, “You should have seen it, baby.”

You smile down at her fondly while you comb your fingers through her silky hair. “I bet you were amazing!”

When she comes home super late, she loves that you have everything ready for her in bed. A clean pair of PJs lying at the foot of the bed. The covers pulled back and ready on her side of the bed.

It’s late. Very late. Not that it’s entirely uncommon for her to come home in the wee hours of the night, but tonight you couldn’t quite stay awake long enough to greet her.

Lying in bed, you’re barely roused awake, teetering on consciousness when you hear the front door open then softly shut. Heavy footfalls proceed into the kitchen. The creak of the refrigerator door followed by the click of the stove burner tells you she’s found the meal you’d prepared for her. You smile drowsily to yourself with the knowledge that you were able to provide her with a nice meal to come home to.

Apparently having dozed off again, you stir when you feel the bed shift as Sevika sits to slip on the boxer shorts you left at the foot of the bed for her to sleep in. Somewhere in the back of your sleep-dazed mind you realize she is trying not to disturb you, but she’s just too large and heavy. If you were fully awake, you’d giggle at that fact.

The bed shifts again, this time nearly causing you to roll over as Sevika crawls into bed and scoots closer to you. You remain still, eyes closed, while she presses her naked chest against your bare back. She drapes her metal arm carefully over your waist and pulls you even closer until her large body perfectly melds to yours.

Nose buried in the hair at the back of your head, she takes a deep breath and sighs softly. With your back to her, and the room pitch black, she doesn’t see how all this leaves you absolutely beaming. And not knowing that you’re actually very much awake now, she whispers softly against your hair.

“Thank you, baby.”

[jotarosexhusband]

ANIME TBOY SWAG BRACKET

alright people. i am going to compile an anime tboy swag bracket. let's find out who has the most tboy swag in all of anime. want your boy in the running? let me know! reply to this post / reblog and put it in your tags, send me an ask, submit a pitch, whatever. i'll be taking suggestions for at least a week! feel free to send propaganda for your boy(s) too. if you could reblog this post to get the word out that would be great!

CONDITIONS:

canon and noncanon trans characters are fine. it's about the swag

"anime" as a qualifier also includes manga and japanese visual novels / video games with an anime art style. special exceptions can be made if it's funny

depending on how many suggestions i get, i may cut characters for whatever reason. no hard feelings!

be respectful etc etc. if you disagree with a character's inclusion, just vote against them!

by nature of taking submissions there will be characters in this bracket from things i know nothing about. just keep that in mind

current (at the time of posting this) list, compiled by myself and a few friends, will be under the cut! Beneath that you will also find a list of all suggestions i will be considering

ones with asterisks are For Sure going on the bracket

reigen arataka (mob psycho 100) *

phoenix wright (ace attorney) *

bakugou katsuki (boku no hero academia) *

trafalgar law (one piece) *

yamato (one piece) *

vash the stampede (trigun) *

roy mustang (fullmetal alchemist)

ling yao (fullmetal alchemist)

shirogane naoto (persona 4) *

higashikata josuke (jojo's bizarre adventure part 4: diamond is unbreakable) *

kujo jotaro (jojo's bizarre adventure) *

nishinoya yuu (haikyuu!!) *

hinata shoyo (haikyuu!!)

kageyama tobio (haikyuu!!)

yato (noragami) *

matsuoka rin (free!)

killua zoldyck (hunter x hunter)

gon (hunter x hunter)

isaac o'connor (paranatural) (included because his parents are sailor moon and irish goku) *

simon (gurren lagann)

soul evans (soul eater)

death the kid (soul eater)

lavi (d gray man)

hikaru & kaoru (ouran high school host club)

megumi fushiguro (jujutsu kaisen)

sumimura yoshimori (kekkaishi)

sanageyama uzu (kill la kill)

lio fotia (promare)

galo thymos (promare)

dirk strider (homestuck) (included bc that's what he would want) *

sasuke uchiha (naruto)

L (death note)

kyo sohma (fruits basket)

kuroko tetsuya (kuroko no basket)

kabru (dungeon meshi)

rin (ao no exorcist)

inosuke (demon slayer)

zenitsu (demon slayer)

shinji ikari (neon genesis evangelion) *

spike spiegel (cowboy bebop)

brock (pokemon)

luke triton (professor layton) *

genos (one punch man) *

apollo justice (ace attorney) *

link (legend of zelda)

ishimaru kiyotaka (dangan ronpa)

SUGGESTIONS:

light yagami (death note) *

dororo (dororo)

portgas d. ace (one piece)

togata (fire punch)

kaoru kurita (wonder egg priority) *

black star (soul eater)

edward elric (fullmetal alchemist)

sigma (bungo stray dogs)

claude (claudine)

yoshioka masafumi (apocalypse no toride)

ciel (black butler)

mafuyu (project sekai)

jesse pinkman (breaking bad) (this was a suggestion that made me laugh out loud. he has to be here) *

sasara nurude (hypnosis microphone)

kamille bidan (zeta gundam)

aki (chainsaw man)

jacuzzi splot (baccano!)

firo prochainezo (baccano!)

miyamizu mitsuha (your name)

casca (berserk)

dazai osamu (bungo stray dogs)

kei kisaragi (black jack)

haruhi fujioka (ouran high school host club)

[thegreymoon]

i'm not an anti 😭😭😭 it's funny that you're absolutely missing my point. there are plenty of works about noncon fantasies. it's rare to see an author single out her shou's sexuaI abuse and depict it as erotic while in the SAME story speak about the horrors of sexuaI abuse/sIavery when it comes to other characters. i dont think this is an unfair criticism and definitely not anti nonsense. just because you disagree with me doesn't make me an anti but i digress. my point wasn't call out noncon fantasies in fiction.

You literally said, and I quote:

lmfao?? erotic novels can be written without ertoticizing sexuaI abuse. she couldve done the same with consensual scenes.

This is typical anti nonsense. Sure, we can write erotic novels without eroticizing sexual abuse, but how is that relevant? You cannot write non-con kink into it without it and Meatbun is not being shy at all about what kinks she's into. This is a book she wrote, first and foremost, for herself, and then for the rest of us who share her proclivities. People who would like to read something else - for example, vampire fic, a comedy of manners or a zombie apocalypse - are free to go and find such a book because, in theory, Meatbun could have written any of these things instead of erotic fiction of the non-con variety, but she didn't because she didn't want to, and if she had, non-con enjoyers probably wouldn't be reading it to begin with.

If you don't want to be mistaken for an anti, you should not come into someone's inbox with their rhetoric and expect them not to see you as one.

I sat on this ask for a couple of days and decided to give you the benefit of the doubt and answer in good faith. I did not miss your point, I just thought you were an anti, and in my opinion, dead wrong, so I didn't feel like typing out a proper reply. There is nothing contradictory about the way Meatbun treats non-con vs. rape within the context of this particular subgenre. It is, in fact, a very common trope, where whatever is happening between the main couple is not seen as something that cannot be overcome (or even enjoyed) because the fantasy itself is about relinquishing responsibility for your own sexuality with someone you want all this to happen with. The point is that Chu Wanning enjoyed it because it was Mo Ran, and Mo Ran did it because he loved Chu Wanning. It is the foundation of this kink.

Now, I don't know if you don't typically read fics like these, but contrasting it with actual rape that is not a part of the fantasy is actually extremely common because it reaffirms that the main relationship is an exception, therefore special and safe in spite of the fundamental violation. With actual rape, nobody wants that to happen, not the characters and not the readers, and it is treated as horrific (which is why in fic, we typically use non-con and dub-con warnings for the erotic variety and the rape warning for actual unwanted rape, even though non-con and dub-con don't exist IRL, where it is ALL rape). Yes, there is a contradiction here, but it is something that is super common within this subgenre and something that the readers definitely want to see, in part to validate that what happened between the main couple is the exception to the rule.

Chu Wanning is not going to enjoy being raped just by anyone (though there certainly are books/erotica out there that play with this idea too and 2ha is actually on the very mild end of the spectrum here, which is why I find it hilarious that so many antis get their panties in a twist over it), which we see when he is assaulted by Shi Mei. Just like Chu Wanning, we are supposed to feel visceral disgust (though I do not deny that there are people out there who are into this too, which is totally cool, you do you) because it is happening outside the main pairing, which is treated as special. Mo Ran is supposed to rescue him from the bigger villain because the readers find his possessiveness reassuring and the fact that his relationship with Chu Wanning (consensual or not) is the exception. The encounter ends with Chu Wanning's chastity preserved and Shi Mei defeated and humiliated, which makes the readers feel good.

The rape of the girl that led to Mo Ran burning down the brothel is supposed to be horrific, and it is supposed to give us insight into Mo Ran's actual personality, where we see that when he is not under the influence of mind-altering magic, he finds the act horrifying. He is not a habitual rapist and if it had not been for the extraordinary circumstances (i.e. the mind-bending magic and the fact that he actually loved and wanted Chu Wanning more than he needed to breathe), the violation would never have happened. It is the exception because he loved, just like Chu Wanning wanting and even eventually enjoying it is the exception because he also loved him in return. It is not narratively contradictory, because, within this subgenre, it is actually very consistent, again, because this is an erotic non-con novel and not an actual commentary on the evils of rape.

Anyway, I apologise for calling you an anti if you really aren't one and I hope that me answering your question seriously this time around makes up for it.

All the best! :)

[oscconfessions]

Sigh... I'm gonna add my two cents about the Balloon arospec drama(I'm AroAce BTW) and by my two cents I mean I'll mention it two times and just talk about something else related. I'll also be providing some knowledge about AroAceness and all that.

For those of you who don't know,

Aro: Aromantic - Little to no romantic attraction.

Ace: Asexual - Little to no sexual attraction.

Aro+Ace are spectrums and aren't just "every Aro person doesn't feel any kind of romantic attraction" or "every Ace person can't feel sexual attraction." I feel as tbough people forget that all the time so I wanted to remind you lot haha.

I'm noticed this kind of drama a few times, where people argue about a character on where they are on the AroAce spectrum. It's difficult for me to put what I think into words here, but if a character(either canon AroAce or not) doesn't have a canon placement on the spectrum then whatever, go wild.

To help with my previous statement, I'll use SakiK from... SaikiK. People generally agree he's AroAce, yet people argue about where he is on that spectrum(mainly the Aromantic part). Since it's not ever stated where he is on that spectrum(or even if he is AroAce but SHHHSHSHHSH 🤫🤫), everyone has their own interpretation of it.

I believe it should be the same for Balloon, unless Balloon comes on screen and says "I am *insert very specific thing here* " as he points to a picture of the Aro spectrum then its to to you. Obviously, don't make him a sex crazed fiend or constantly searching for love, you eejit, but it should be up to interpretation.

A little off-topic here, sorry, but I wanted to bring up umbrella terms in both the Aro and Ace spectrums(I'm included ace because eh why not! This is for my people who HC Balloon as Aro AND Ace 🙏🙏)

Here are some terms under both the aro and ace spectrums. I feel as though you guys and many, MANY others tend to forget that there are umberlla terms for AroAce. I'll define them below:

Ace umbrella:

Aceflux: someone whose sexual orientation fluctuates but generally stays on the asexual spectrum

Greysexual: only experience sexual attraction some of the time, and sometimes not at all.

Demisexual: An individual who does not experience sexual attraction until after a close emotional bond has been formed.

Aro umbrella:

Aroflux: someone whose romantic orientation fluctuates but generally stays on the aromantic spectrum

Greyromantic: Some may feel a strong emotional connection with others but do not desire romantic relationships, while others may feel a weak romantic attraction to some people but not all.

Demiromantic: An individual who does not experience romantic attraction until after a close emotional bond has been formed.

Now, there are MANY more, feel free to add in the replies or the reblogs (o: !

Also, my apologies that this post was very long! Also also, my personal opinion on Balloons arospec thing? Idfk, lmao. TBH, this was kinda an excuse to just talk about stuff I like and am interested in so... 👍I've seen the tweet where one of the people who worked on II said yes, Balloon is meant to be Aro, but I couldn't tell you if they went into specifics about it. Sorry for constantly saying AroAce instead of just aro for Balloon, I felt like it was still important to include all my asexuals out there and educate others about it.

(BTW! Any inaccurate info, PLEASE, PLEASE correct in the replies)

Anyway!

TL;DR:

If a character who is just stated to be AroAce(not demi, grey, flux ETC) and never has their place on the spectrum explained whatsoever, it's okay to have a little fun experimenting with it IYKWIM. As I've stated, we all have our own interpretation of the AroAce character and there's no point arguing about it and getting mad because that's fucking stupid, unless they start actively getting rid of the AroAce rep then burn them to the stakes! /j

I know how wild you mother fuckers can be, so don't shank me please. If you disagree, take a deep breath and remain calm because getting all pissy about this isn't gonna do shit. Try to go about it calmly and reasonably. <3

I'd love to see others' opinions on this, remember to be respectful! 🩵

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[hindahoney]

I've had this question for a while, and Google is useless. Can you help (or redirect me to someone who can?)? I am Sicilian and I have spent the last 5 or so years of my life working to reconnect to my culture and heritage (I grew up/live abroad). It is imperative to me that I live my life with a connection to Sicily and Sicilian culture because I didn't grow up with it and I want to stay connected to my ancestors and history. However, I'm considering converting to Judaism. Judaism has deeply affected Sicilian culture and plays a big but unspoken role in Sicilian culture and identity, from customs to food to how we decorate our religious places. If I do convert, would it be possible to be both Jewish and Sicilian? I don't want to sacrifice my culture for my faith, but I will hybridize the two if possible.

This is a complicated question, and I think my answer isn't going to be the most well-rounded because I'm not intimately familiar with Sicilian culture. This might be a better question for @spacelazarwolf, as I know that they are Italki. I'd like to preface this by saying that if you were to ask another Jew you'd probably get a different answer (and if someone disagrees with me, feel free to reply with your own answer, I'm sure more answers would help anon). I'm relatively traditional, so my answers reflect this.

I know that Jews have maintained a presence in Italy for centuries, so I have no doubt that Italian culture has at least been somewhat shaped by Judaism, though I can't imagine by much considering most of the country is Roman Catholic. There are no rules saying that you cannot maintain your own ethnic identity and culture along with your Jewish identity. Jews exist in every multitude you could think of, so it's certainly possible and allowed for you to have two identities at once.

What I question, though, is how you would hybridize a predominantly roman Catholic culture with a Jewish one, and more than that, why you would want to. Converting to Judaism is a complete lifestyle change and is incredibly difficult, it's something that you need to really want and be willing to do almost anything for. If you are already saying that you aren't willing to sacrifice for it, it makes me wonder if it's necessarily for you. Which is fine, you can appreciate and learn about Jewish culture and religion without converting. There is an aspect of Judaism that encourages (some would even say requires) a rejection of assimilation into any outside culture, and is something that is stressed in the Torah numerous times. Now, actually enacting this rejection is complicated, as we don't realize just how much the hegemonic culture affects us, but depending on the movement you're converting to I imagine more right-wing sects of Judaism would have an issue with a convert who wanted to convert to Judaism just to "hybridize" it to a separate culture they're trying to adopt. Traditionalists would say it's inappropriate and potentially disrespectful to go into a religion that has existed for thousands of years just to change it to what you want it to be, but others would argue that Judaism is constantly evolving, so there is space for you to be Jewish and whatever else you want to be, and that everyone's Judaism looks different.

So, TLDR: many Jews would not see a problem with this at all and say if you can find a balance, go for it. While others would say that when you convert to Judaism you, in many ways, reject your own culture in favor for another, and that Judaism should not just be part of your life, it should be your life. So, certainly, this depends on what movement you want to convert to, and while it's possible to convert to Judaism and also acquire a separate culture at the same time, some people would have a problem with this.

[tryingtodotheright-thing]

Hello Sunset - 7

AN: This chapter was hard to write for some reason. I'm still trying to get back in to the groove of writing so please bear with me things don't flow. Let me know which parts you enjoyed. Also, when I started planning this, I'd already weaved in that S.Coups enlisted as a public service officer so I won't go back and change things.

PAIRING: Seungcheol x fem!reader GENRE: exes to lovers, idol verse, angst WORD COUNT: 4,340 WARNINGS: reader has anxiety and depression, swearing, mentions of alcohol Text in blue is spoken/written in Korean.

Previous / Next

6 February 2024

Y/N reflected on the past week as she got ready for her date. The Sunday morning after their dinner, Joshua had added Y/N to a group chat with the other 95 liners and spammed the chat immediately with the pictures they had taken, mostly the goofy ones he had taken of Y/N before Jeonghan and S.Coups had joined. Y/N in response had sent through memes of Joshua. Jeonghan had then joined in, sending in unflattering pictures of Joshua that Y/N immediately saved for future use. She wasn’t that mature to not seek revenge.The ragging had teetered off eventually. They’d checked in on how everyone was handling their hangovers. Jeonghan had asked her what she was doing and she’d sent them a picture of her half-packed suitcase. Joshua, staying in character as the annoying brother, had nagged her to get it done and not procrastinate. She had sent him an eye rolling emoji in response. At one point, S.Coups had sent a message asking after her itinerary. She had confirmed the dates she’d be at each city and told the trio to send her a list of anything they wanted her to bring back. She’d gone back to packing as she chatted with Eun Ji, who had come over that morning with coffee and breakfast. 

Her phone pinged to let her know there was a new notification. Swiping the screen, she saw that she’d gotten a text from S.Coups that read ‘I’ll be there in 10 minutes’. She was still trying to come to terms with what was happening. Barring that short moment in the car, he hadn’t really given her a sign to say he was into her and she hadn’t wanted to read into something that wasn’t there. After all, they didn’t really know each other. But then, she got the text from him on Thursday evening. He’d sent it to her directly instead of the group chat.

S.Coups  Thursday 1 February Did you make it safely to Sapporo? 19:38

Y/N hadn’t expected him to remember, let alone check in on her.

Hey! Yes, I just got to the hotel actually. 19:45

Keep warm. It’s cold right now. 19:46

I will! Thank you for checking in 🙂 19:46

She’d thought that would be the natural end of their conversation but it wasn’t. 

Keep your Tuesday evening free.  I’ll show you around Sapporo.  20:16 If you want to. 20:17

Y/N didn’t reply immediately that night. She had needed to run this whole situation past Joshua first before she did anything. He was her friend first and he needed to feel comfortable with whatever was going on. She’d sent Joshua a screenshot of the message and then put the whole thing out of her mind. She had work the next day and that had been her priority. Fast forward to now, Joshua had given her the green light, saying he’d seen it coming and she’d been texting him all her nervous misgivings last night as she fretted over the ‘date’. Did he even see it as a date? She didn’t know. She knew nothing except the ever present flutters that right now made her want to throw up her lunch. 

Y/N wrapped the warming scarf around herself, gave herself a glance over before leaving her hotel room to wait in the hotel lobby. She’d suggested meeting him at the venue but he’d disagreed, saying it’s better to go together. They were heading to Odari Park to take in this year’s Snow Festival the city was famous for. The festival had been recommended to her by Makoto-san, the general manager for the Japan office, when she’d met him last Friday. It was pure coincidence and luck that her visit crossed over with the festival. Y/N was heading to Okinawa tomorrow with some colleagues to assess the operations there so she didn’t think she’d have time to go. As if he’d read her thoughts, S.Coups had asked if she’d like to go to the snow festival. Her anticipation for the evening was sky high though she tried to remind herself to consider it just a normal outing between friends. 

S.Coups was cloaked in mystery and his winter accessories, the mask, scarf and beanie hiding most of his features. He was dressed mostly in black, similar to the last time Y/N saw him. He was the picture of calm, hands casually resting in the pockets of the baggy padded jacket he wore and humming an unheard melody. He looked up at the sound of Y/N’s boots. A smile quickly covered his face though Y/N could only tell by the squinting of his eyes since the rest of his face was covered. Soon, Y/N stood in front of him, only a step away from fully invading his personal space. He looked so warm and comfortable that Y/N wanted to wrap her arms around his waist tightly. She instead gave him a quick bow with her head in greeting. He responded in kind before suggesting they head out. 

They stayed close yet far enough as they walked to the car, so that it wouldn’t take much for them to separate and pretend they were strangers. Y/N noticed the deliberate act and it reminded her yet again how different their worlds were. Yes, she was getting traction and much quicker than anyone had anticipated, but she never had to consider any of this. She maintained her privacy and her presence in the media was little. Maybe that would change in the future, but for now, no one cared too much about Y/N the person and what she was getting up to in her personal life.

It would have been quicker to take public transport but with Seungcheol (as he’d asked to be called) being who he was, it was prudent they avoided being out in public together if possible. The driver and the guard remained respectful of their privacy and listened to the radio on low volume as the pair in the passenger seats spoke. She broke the silence first, asking about his vacation and how he’d ended up in Sapporo. He explained that it was a reward for working hard during rehab and a much needed break before he picked up the pace once the holidays were over. The conversation flowed easily once the metaphorical ice broke. He told Y/N about this spontaneous trip with some friends to Sapporo for the holidays, how he’d wanted to enjoy the downtime before rehab intensified and he began to prepare to return to the public eye from his hiatus. He asked about the progress of her trip, being attentive and listening patiently as she lost herself in recounting stories from the past week. He asked questions that showed he was interested and it made Y/N feel shy. She was used to being listened to and respected in the office, but it was different getting it from Seungcheol. Y/N knew it spoke volumes how she sometimes allowed herself to be treated in her personal life, specifically her parents. She didn’t feel the need to hide away and turn the attention away from herself as was her norm. It was all because she felt his genuine interest. Y/N was really starting to admire Seuncheol the man as much as she admired S.Coups the artist. 

Odari Park was busy and they huddled close as they admired each sculpture. There were so many ice sculptures and it was fascinating that people could so precisely recreate anything from a castle to your favourite anime character in ice. Seunghceol enjoyed being able to move around so freely in a crowd. He enjoyed it even more with Y/N. She looked at everything with awe and was excitable in her as she took in each piece of art. He found it so endearing and couldn’t help but to smile at her cute mannerisms. She would get caught up in her excitement and forget to maintain the calm persona she’d planned to present that evening. Y/N found herself forgetting that she was just getting to know Seungcheol as it was too comfortable to spend her time walking around with him sharing their thoughts on what they observed. Whenever she would get too excited and get close to him to say something, he would smile at her softly and when she would get shy upon realising, he would tap her hands, like he did back in December, to get her attention and reassure her it’s okay by carrying on whatever conversation they were having. 

Though they took breaks, it was difficult to find a place where they can properly rest. Y/N became worried about the cold and Seungcheol walking around for too long that it starts to hurt him. Anticipating that he would say he was fine, Y/N instead asked Seungcheol if he was hungry as she was ready to eat. With that, they found themselves in an Udon restaurant not that long after. The pair sipped on a tea to warm up their bodies as they waited for their food to arrive. They compared pictures they took of the sculptures and of each other. They both debated on who had the best ones, sending each other pictures the other didn’t have. Seungcheol had also taken pictures on a camera, and he said he would upload those on Weverse but the ones he took on his phone was just for the two of them.

As they finished looking through their memories of the evening, Seungcheol lamented that they forgot to take a picture together. The guard, who’d kept them company from a distance for the evening, offered to take one. Seungcheol immediately moved to sit beside Y/N for a photo. He took his mask off and with no inhibitions, flashed a gummy smile at her before turning to the camera. Y/N immediately melted, not that she was upset or irritated, but with that one smile, he could get her to do anything. Once the picture was taken, he didn’t return to his seat. He remained beside her and this new arrangement meant that he’d lean in close and turn his head whenever Seungcheol had something to say to her or vice versa. Each time, Y/N thought her heart skipped a beat. Choi Seungcheol was not good for her health. 

He reluctantly returned to his original position when their food was served. The next hour flew by without either of them being aware. She made him laugh and he made her blush. They talked about Joshua. And the band. He told her about their antics but also the love they held for each other. In response, she shared her admiration of his role in the group, how he guarded and guided the members. Then, it was his turn to blush. He tried to brush off the compliments but she would repeat them till he accepted them. He thanked her and would smile sheepishly and look away from her sincere eyes. Seungcheol also returned the compliments, saying he’s been listening religiously to not just her album but all the short covers she’s been posting on YouTube again. There was a lot the two shared in common in terms of their careers as musicians but also in the concerns they had for their future. Y/N felt lighter as she talked about her worries and she hoped she’d equally helped taken some weight off his shoulders. 

It was still a week day and Y/N was travelling to Okinawa the next morning so they had no choice but to wind up their evening once they’d ravished their meal. Seungcheol asked about about her plans as he walked her back to the hotel lifts from the parked car. She confirmed that she'd be back in Seoul on Sunday. Y/N hesitated once they came to a stop in front of the metal box that would carry her to her room. Neither pressed the button, knowing it would bring a bittersweet goodbye. The cough behind Seungcheol from his guard was a gentle reminder to get a move on when they remained loitering. 

“Thank you for this evening and for the meal. You really should have let me pay.”

He scoffed at that.

“It was a really lovely evening. I’m happy I can call you a …” She hesitates on the word. “... a friend.”

He responds saying Y/N is easy to speak to and he’s sure she’d be a great friend. Like a balloon, she felt the air in her drop as her shoulders drooped.

“Maybe I didn’t make things clear and that’s really my fault.” She wanted the ground below her to swallow her up.

“I think you’re a great person and obviously a really good friend to Shua.” Y/N wished she could magically vanish.

“I’d really like to get to know you more … not as a friend but with the purpose of dating.” Pin drop silence. Y/N was sure she’d misheard. 

Seuncheol looked slightly nervous as he continued. 

“I’d like to take you out again when you’re back in Seoul.” Not getting a response, he rushed to say, “Think about it. I don’t need an answer now.” 

The flutters were back. She couldn’t meet his eyes but Y/N bashfully nodded in agreement. 

“Well. Uhm. I’ll get going. Good night and safe travels tomorrow.” Another meek nod. 

“Y/N-yah?” The honourifics had been dropped. He waits for her to look at him. His eyes were so hopeful but his twisting hands showed the apprehension. “Will you text me when you land on the 11th?”

She nods more obviously this time and that repeats the confirmation verbally. There was a spring in his step as he walked back to the car. Y/N dropped on her bed and squealed into her pillows as soon as she arrived in her room. Forget packing, she needed to unpack her evening with her friends first. It called for a group call between Eun Ji, Rachel and Y/N. The deconstruction of the evening went on for a couple of hours, part way through which, Y/N got up from the bed to multi-task, packing her suitcase and getting ready for bed. At the end of the call, Rachel had asked if she knew what her response was. The smile that blossomed onto Y/N’s face was enough of an answer.

Y/N and Seungcheol text over the next few days, sending each other updates mainly through pictures of the places they were spending their day at and of their meals. When Sunday evening arrived, as if he’d been tracking her movements, Seungcheol calls to make sure she made it back safely just as she walked through the doors of her flat. The pair end up talking on the phone till late, bringing each other up to speed on what the pictures didn’t say. Hearing the sleep in Y/N’s voice, Seungcheol knew the call had to end soon so he nervously asked her, just before they wished each other sweet dreams, if she had an answer for him. Y/N says that she’s planning the next date. 

From then, the frequency of their interactions per day increases. Alongside the pictures, they now text regularly through the day, each notification was a source of dopamine and they lulled each other to sleep most days. Depending on the time of the day, the messages moved between a spectrum of cute and flirtatious to teasing and flirtatious.  Seungcheol was more direct in his messages and Y/N was more honest and verbal about her feelings. They’re both busy, Y/N particularly so they struggle to agree a time for their next outing. It only made the flames burn brighter as they longed to meet in person again soon so they can pick up where they left things.

It was the day before Valentine’s Day or CARAT Day as it was for Y/N and Seungcheol. Y/N had a bad day at work and Seungcheol senses this through the delayed response and lack of pictures, particularly of her meals. Y/N was moping, wrapped in her blankets in bed, tossing and turning and huffing in frustration. She’d dealt with difficult stakeholders before; it was part and parcel of her job in the corporate world. However, it was her first time dealing with it so overtly and directly, where the person didn’t even bother to hide why they were being so rude and resistant to Y/N’s attempts to mediate. For a minute, she’d forgotten that in South Korea, the culture meant that her social status was different. It wasn’t to say that she didn’t experience racism or harassment growing up in London. She definitely did. The difference was that it was subtle. The racism was instutionalised and exhibited through unconscious biases and remarks that were then excused as ignorant due to not knowing better. This was different and it really hurt. Y/N was agitated and wanted to shout, scream, break a plate (maybe on that person’s head) but instead continued to mope. The sound of her phone broke her out of her thoughts.  

Seeing that it was Seungcheol calling, she answered, knowing she owed him that after sending him short responses all day. 

“XXXX by the Han River in 30 minutes okay? Go go go!” That’s all he said before he ended the call. 

An hour later, Y/N found herself almost jogging on the spot to keep warm as she waited for her bungeoppang to be made whilst Seungcheol joked with the stall vendor. He’d claimed this is the best bungeoppang in Seoul and that Y/N had to taste it or she was missing out in life. He’d been joking around since they’d met up and to Y/N it was obvious that all of this was a generous attempt to cheer her up. The piping hot snack was collected and the pair continued their walk along the riverside. They weren’t alone. There were still many people out and about despite the late hour and it seemed Han River was a popular dating spot. As a big group passed the pair, Seunghceol grasped her hand to move her closer to him. He went to let go of her hand but then intertwined their fingers into a stronger grip. His strong hold was thrilling and it gave Y/N a comfort she didn’t know she needed. It was as if something was different and the day had turned in itself to be a happy one. 

“Here, it’s cooled down a bit.” Seungcheol handed over the fish-shaped snack. She thanked him and took it, their fingers brushing off each others. She let out a happy hum as she took a bite. 

“It’s so good, Seungcheol!”

“Let me know whenever you’re craving it, I’ll buy you some.”

Y/N grinned at him and nodded. She swung their hands as they caught up on their day. He listened to her complaints with sympathy and was angry on her behalf. She was grateful that he listened and that he didn’t offer advice immediately but asked what she needed. Y/N knew that she was falling for him and deeply too. Seungcheol was very quickly becoming her favourite person. He was shaking her world and taking it to a new direction she’d never planned for. She was no longer resistant to it and instead welcomed it with her arms wide open. If this is who she gained, then she’ll cross her fingers and hope that he’ll always come to her. Everything else can be dealt with. As Seungcheol embraced Y/N to comfort her, Y/N made up her mind. She tightened her arms around his middle and buried her face in his shoulder, breathing in the scent that hypnotised her. 

“Cheol?” She spoke into his neck. He shivered as her breath brushed his skin. 

He murmured to say he’s listening.

“Can I kiss you?”

His arms relaxed for a second before he gripped her hips again.

“On one condition.” Y/N slightly pulled back to look at his face in confusion.

“Only if today’s officially our first day as a couple. I don’t kiss just anyone, you know?”

She huffed at his teasing and tried to push him away. He chuckled at her sulking and pulled her closer again till they were tightly aligned. He dipped his head down and paused a hair’s breadth from their lips touching. It was as if he was looking for some sort of answer. He caressed her face with his eyes before giving a nod, satisfied what he found. His eyelashes brushed against her cheek as he closed the final distance. Their lips brushed softly. Once then twice. His hands moved for one to hold her neck and the other her right cheek. He leaned in even closer, tilting his face to the left slightly as each kiss lasted slightly longer than the one before. His kisses were sweet, almost chaste and left her wishing for more. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and grip him closer but his beanie and her gloved hands stopped her. 

They were still outside in public and it must have dawned on Seungcheol as he pulled away after a few minutes. He looked down at her, his smile was radiant and Y/N wished she could look at it everyday. They stayed wrapped up around each other as they waited for their breathing to regulate. Y/N reluctantly unlocked the arms around him as he did the same. They stepped away from each other till they were a respectful distance. He laughed at her bashful smile and she pouted as she looped her arm through his so they can walk back to the main road. Y/N took a taxi back to her flat whilst Seungcheol was picked up his guard. Y/N thought 13 February 2024 was the best day of her twenties.

They talked everyday and made sure to see each other at least twice a week. Sometimes they would go for a late night walk like they did on their first date. Other time, he would spoil her and take her out. Most of the time, their dates were mellow, which suited both of their needs. Seungcheol became a regular visitor to Y/N’s flat. She would cook their dinner and he would clean up. Then, they would end up cuddling on the sofa, watching the TV or playing games. The weeks flew by with both of them occupied by their work and personal lives. 

Y/N was packing again to fly back to London for a few days. This time, he was there in person instead of texting her to ask about her preparations. Everytime Y/N would put something in her suitcase, Seungcheol would take it out. He whined about her leaving him and that he won’t even get to speak to her properly because of the time difference and distance. Each time he complained, she would drop reassure his with a pat or a kiss and promise that the time would flyby. It was just a couple of days, she would say. It did flyby and Y/N was back in Seoul on the 6 March, after making a pit stop in Paris for the Stella McCartney show at Paris Fashion Week. Seungcheol was waiting inside her flat when she arrived and hugged her tightly as soon as she crossed the threshold. 

He had organised a dinner with the 95 liners to celebrate her wins at the BRIT Awards. He promised that the devil twins would tire her out and it would help her get back on the correct timezone quickly. She immediately made a note to tell Joshua and Jeonghan what Seungcheol had called the duo so they would bully him and not her that night. A quiet gathering ended up boisterous and she wasn’t even surprised considering whom she was meeting up with. They all drank to their hearts’ content and some more than that. Some of the boys who were back in the dorms heard and crashed the gathering and it gave Y/N a chance to get to know them better. Cheol had dropped her off back at her flat and gone back to his shared place with his brother. He had a busy morning so she wasn’t expecting to hear from him till the evening. She’d planned to sleep in the next morning but her dream was interrupted by a call she received from one Director Shim Jae Hyun. He introduced himself as the main manager for SEVENTEEN. 

“I understand you’re currently dating S.Coups. I would like to meet with you to go through some details. Please meet me at HYBE offices at 2pm today.”

Current - 31 August 2025

It had been over a week since the Dispatch article had caused a media frenzy and Sian had released the statement on her behalf. Y/N had just finished filming for Good Morning America and wrapped up all of the last minute NYC promotions that had been scheduled as damage control over the last few days. She had a flight back to London that evening and would be back in the studio the next day as she still had tracks to finalise for her album. Sian had asked her to announce the release date during her interviews so she was committed to meeting the tight deadline. Before all of that though, she had a Zoom meeting to attend with Director Shim Jae Hyun, a few other executives from PLEDIS and HYBE as well as Sian, Emma and W Music's Chief Legal Officer, Martin Williams. Y/N connected to the call and was shocked to see who else was part of the call. She hadn’t expected him to join but she was surprised to see Joshua on the call. 

“Y/N, you’ve been avoiding me.”

Guess she was in trouble.