“A month after that, letters start showing up. A, B, C, D, on his right knee. E, F, G, H, I, on his left shoulder. J, K, L, M, N, on his right shoulder. O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, on his left knee, in a small, more oval-than-circle shape. V, W, X, Y, Z, square over his heart.”
okay but like imagine dan basically alone in the office (arin’s off doin some arin-like shit) and his eye catches that massive fucking dildo and he’s never like, really seen one so up close? he’s been in many a sex shop but he definitely didn’t stop to check out the rows of fucking dildos, and he’d had a few girlfriends who had them but he also hadn’t examined those because that’s just weird, right? but now he has a giant fucking dildo that’s got to be at least ten inches long in front of him and despite it being pitch black, it’s still super fucking realistic looking, with veins and the ridge of the cockhead and everything, and dan is kind of fascinated??
obviously he’s seen a dick before—he has one, and he went to high school and changed in locker rooms but he’s never had a penis (or at least, a very realistic model of a penis) this close to his face before. he’s surprised that he’s not weirded out by it, surprised that mostly he’s just curious. he’s been curious about the ass play thing since arin talked about it, and like, in no fucking way could he ever fit this thing in his ass but he wonders what that would feel like.
obviously there’s something to it, since he’s heard from many a person that anal sex is fucking awesome whether you’re doing it by yourself or with someone else. hes honestly been thinking about asking arin how he would go about trying that out since he’s afraid of what he’d find on the internet.
and then arin fuckin barges in and dan spasms and the giant shlong hits the ground and dan can feel himself turning bright fucking pink in embarrassment, and arin looks up from the dong on the floor to dan’s flustered face with this fucking smirk on lips and dan kind of wants to smack it off of him and also kind of wants to kiss it off of him? and wow that’s kind of new
and arin asks what dan was doing like a coy bastard and dan stammers out that he was just looking at it and arin teases him a bit, needling him lightly until dan, in all his flustered glory, admits that he’s curious about it. which, obviously, is just what arin wanted.
he leans in close and puts his hand on dan’s thigh and he can hear dan swallow the lump in his throat and he says “i could help you out with that” and he’s expecting dan to deflect like he always does and bat him away, but instead he stammers out “o-okay” leaving them both flabbergasted but it quickly melts away when they realize neither of them are joking, and dan anxiously agrees to have arin come over and help him sate some of that curiosity
p.s.: he’s not curious anymore and he understands the love of the prostate now
Male MC Mystic Messenger (V x Male! MC) “I’m Still the Me Who Fell In Love With You” [Tokyo Ghoul AU]
@setthestarsxnfire said: Gurl, dude, my writing pal. Well not really pal, or are we? *gasp* Anyway I absolutely love your writing and I love your male mc and I love V… so that adds up to…. Me requesting a thing about V with Zack :D Of course, take your time! <3
Anything for you my dearest! Heheh I hope you like Tokyo Ghoul cuz I saw your icon and I had to :) It’s been a long time since I was able to read the manga and throw my money at it. BUT! I do remember a lot!…ish. A kinda lot! Still, I gotta play Unravel and Glassy Sky on repeat!
Zack tugged at his sweater sleeves in discomfort. No, it wasn’t just discomfort, he was trying to hide them. To hide any exposed flesh that peaked out. There was nothing he could do about his neck or his face though. He looked into the man he had once fallen in loved with eyes. Normal as yours or mine. But he’d seen it before, the hunger that over takes and makes you turn from a man to a beast… a monster.
Zack never felt like that before, that they were monsters, but that was because he was safe and watched the horrors from the news or youtube videos that were banned hours later for being too gruesome. And it was gruesome. It was like watching a wolf in sheeps clothing. One minute they looked normal, really normal… or what passes for normal. And the next? A…. tragic animal.
There was silence. He was waiting for Zack to answer, to react, to do something instead of just sitting there looking like a zombie.
And he did react.
He looked up, parted his lips to speak, and cried. At first it was just a few tears, then it turned into quiet sobs, and finally he had his head in his arms and was wailing. No one liked monsters, not up close anyways. They were interesting and something to talk about from a distance. It was almost like they didn’t really exist. But they did, and like any monster it was being hunted.
Again there was a deafening silence once Zack stopped the tears. He looked up and grabbed the napkin on the table and wiped his face.
“I’ll let you process this.” V said as he moved to get up.
Process this? You’re just going to leave?
Zack stood up and blocked his path. “Don’t leave for gods sake. You just tell me this shit and then you leave. You always do this. Always… you think you’re being a burden or you’re hurting me and you decide to fade from existence.” He clenched his fist. “Well not this time.”
V sat down as Zack started to pace the room of his small apartment. He felt so much fear and anger run through him. The day was going so nicely. A walk in the park, a nice lunch, a movie, dessert, going home expecting something even sweeter than the sweetest of chocolates and instead being told the most tragic of news.
It was like all of those happy times were now just fleeting memories. It was as if they would never experience them again. It was as if the world had suddenly shifted and everything was just hell now.
“You’re doing it again.” V chuckled.
Zack stopped. He wasn’t in the mood for games. “Doing what?” He looked back at him with a glare.
“Making all these funny faces while you’re thinking.”
“This isn’t funny!” His voice cracked. “I’m fucking worried about you!”
V smiled gently. “That’s more than I could ask for.” He stood up and walked towards Zack, almost testing him, and when he noticed that he wasn’t going to flinch he reached out and tilted Zack’s chin forcing him to look into V’s sea foam eyes. “Who do you see?”
“… I see you.”
V pulled him closer putting a hand at the small of the younger man’s back. “Nothing at all.”
“No.” He searched his eyes. Searching, waiting for the monster that he refused to believe lived inside his lover. No… his soulmate, if you believe in that. He did although Zack would never admit it.
“I’m still me.” V said gently and pulled them closer. “I’m still the me who saw you struggling to gain confidence for a party. I’m still the me who walked up to you and asked if you were okay, with no other intentions. I’m still the me who looked into your eyes and felt something I hadn’t felt in years, the something that I thought I lost…that I thought I didn’t deserve.”
“I-I know you are.” He knew he was. Still… how could he not see the signs? Maybe they were always there and he just refused to see it. No… no it wasn’t that either.
“I understand the severity of this. The risks of being with me but I love you too much for this to be a secret.”
Zack felt the strain of looking up at V start to form a kink in his neck. As usual V noticed the smallest things about Zack and slowly sat them down on the bed. “Why… didn’t you say anything at all?”
“ I just wanted you to live in peace and not know about this curse. Perhaps I just wanted to see you smile at me with love.” V turned away and rubbed his eyes. He was crying. “Or… maybe I was so…” he swallowed trying to keep himself together, “so afraid of you looking at me with hatred or disgust.”
Zack reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. V flinched. “I’m… terrified. Truly and horribly terrified. But… I… It’s what you were born with.” He shook as he tried to find the words. “I know it wasn’t your choosing. It’s like being born with brown eyes, or being born a certain race… it’s not your fault and you shouldn’t hate yourself for it. I know… I know that when I look at you I’ll feel the fears that have been fed to me since birth rise up, and I’ll shake. But you, Jihyun, are the place I run to when I need comfort. Your arms. Your laugh. Your smile.” He leaned up and gently whispered into his ear. “I… need them to live.” He pulled away.
V looked at him with shock. Then slowly, one after another, the tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto his hands. V was smiling, his whole body was shaking, he gripped Zack into a tight hug and sobbed. “I… am so h-happy…” He couldn’t get the rest of the words out.
So many years ago, you gave me these encouraging words. It’s my turn to let you know that, “It’s okay… Just take my hand.”
I don’t get it. I just don’t understand.
Why… Why you? I can’t even breath but if I left you I’d surely never breath again. It scares me. It angers me. I want to scream at the world for being unfair. I fear seeing you in that hungered state. I will never understand. I will never get used to it. And yet…
There is no other place I want to be, then in your arms.
So I’ll be strong. And I’ll keep smiling. I may tense. I may squeeze my eyes shut. But if you ever doubt me, Place your hand on my heart and feel. Feel how it beats for you. And know that I’m yours.
“I will always love you Jihyun. I… I’m on your side. I love you.”
As long as you’re here. I’m alive. As long as we’re together I’m strong.
// luv me some titty
and thank you i’m glad you decided to submit something!! this was fun to write!
- He loves your boobs honestly– but he’s never really had much of a preference, small boob, big boob, good boob
- But he’s sohappy with your assets.
- Especially if you exercise with him and you pile on the sports bras; yet they’re still all over the place. Watching you fuss about it is so cute, he loves them. They’re so big and fill up his palms shit, he can’t get enough of it. Who needs a bra when you have his hands honestly
- This man loves him some ass and boob so hell yeah he’s so down
- He likes lacey bras on you because they just look so nice, he also really loves picking out clothing for you that would work well with what you have.
- Especially clothes that show cleavage, he loves being teased like that but he hates it at the same time since he can tell when straying eyes are on you; It’s makes him upset. Not at you, at the others. Can’t they keep their eyes to themselves? But he does know how difficult that can be, you are quite irresistible.
- HE LOVES YOUR BOOBS
- Starry eyed little kid in a candy shop, he’s so immature sometimes but he can’t help it, they’re just so big and soft
- But he comments on how bulky your bras look, wires look so uncomfortable? Expect massages wherever you want; shoulders, back, even boobs tbh he’s happy to get his hands on them because they’re just so soft and squishy
- Okay but have you seen her honestly her boobs are so big good god i see why Jumin made her cover them up
- She loves them, like Zen; she’s never really had a preference but you’re just so pretty she can’t help but love the way you look.
- But she’s also a woman, so she knows the harsh struggles of having big boobs. She’ll give you back rubs, help you adjust your straps, go bra shopping with you and help you pick out cute but comfortable ones– etc.
- Blushes so bad when you wear something a bit more reveling to work on certain times, she can’t keep her eyes off you which causes her to make mistakes throughout the day.
- Grabs them all the time and goes
“ honk honk! ” don’t lie
- Your boob is literally his stress reliever; To hell with those kiddos over here with their orbeez and slime, he has the best damn XL orbeez he could ever have
- Grabbing your boobs has just become a good habit honestly, they’re just so soft and warm– What’s not to love?
the circle of life
- He finds all bodies absolutely beautiful, even though Rika was relatively petite and small doesn’t mean that’s strictly what he likes. Falls in love with personality over anything else.
- Can’t deny that you have an amazing figure. While cuddling as the little spoon he loves burying his face into your chest and literally never returning.
- 6 hours later everyone’s like where’s v? the boi in the tittie
- Whatever body you have– that’s his preference. He’s never been in love before so every bit of you is absolutely perfect. Including your amazing chest, damn you’re so beautiful.
- BITES expect bites and hickeys everywhere on your boobs. There will never be a time where they’re not covered with those oh so familiar tiny dark bruises; he’s basically obsessed with leaving his mark on you in that way.
- Like Saeyoung, he loves to grab and massage them when he or you are stressed. They’re just so squishy and big
Tucked away in a small creek just a bit downstream from Cincinnati, Ohio rests a 114 year old ghost ship known as the Celt. It simply fascinates me the history that this one ship has and upon first glance of this rusted hulk you would never imagine so. Originally setting sail back in 1902 as a luxury yacht of a wealthy railroad executive, Celt was 180 feet long and powered by steam. The ship changed hands in 1917 when the US Navy started renting small, quick vessels to outmaneuver German U-boats during World War I. It was during this time that it was renamed the USS Sachem (SP-192) and was used as a coastal patrol boat after being outfitted with depth charges and machine guns. One of the most notable things about it’s life during WWI is that it was loaned to Thomas Edison while he conducted US Government funded experiments onboard in New York as head of the Naval Consulting Board.
After the end of WWI the Sachem changed owners a couple of times before landing back in the hands of the Navy for $65,000 in 1942. The Navy then changed the name to USS Phenakite (PYc-25) and used the vessel to patrol the waters off of the Florida Keys. Phenakite was used for a brief time after WWII to train soldiers to test sonar equipment before being decommissioned and returned to the previous owner in 1945. Subsequently it was sold to Circle Line of NYC and renamed Sightseer but was soon renamed Circle Line V and served as a tour boat until 1983. In 1986 a Cincinnati local named Robert Miller bought the ship for a mere $7,500 and before leaving the New York Harbor it had a cameo in Madonna’s video for ‘Papa Don’t Preach’. After traveling up the Hudson, through the Great Lakes, down the Mississippi and into the Ohio River, the ship settled in a small creek next to Miller’s property in Northern Kentucky where it has rested since.
Would you possibly be willing to share your thoughts on each Halo book, so long as it's one sentence per book? I'm very curious on your perspective of the more recent books as well as the older material.
One sentence? Damn you, okay, I’ll try…
The Fall of Reach - The one that’s probably best to start with and is the reason we have an expanded universe to enjoy (feat. better writing than all of its garbage adaptations that have followed).
The Flood - That one time they adapted a game into a novel where all the best bits were the parts that had nothing to do with the game, underrated and still definitely better than Alex Garland’s garbage-ass Halo 1 movie script (feat. Melissa McKay, ‘nuff said)
First Strike - Galactic road trip, kind of like Little Miss Sunshine in space but with more genocide (feat. that one major shift in Halsey’s character arc that 343 forgot happened).
Ghosts of Onyx - The one where ONI decided they’d make their own child supersoldier program, with blackjack… and suicide missions for 12 year olds! (feat. Jerrod, who was forgotten about by the writers for 8 years after this, and trillions of Onyx Sentinels that the writers have still yet to remember)
Contact Harvest - Laughing at how the first casualty of the Covenant war was killed by a Huragok throwing a small rock, followed by ugly crying over Dadab/Lighter Than Some and Sif/Mack
(feat. a sex scene)
The Cole Protocol - Thel when he was a Very Bad Boy (feat. ice cream)
Broken Circle -G r A v i T y WIGGLER (feat. a happy ending, for once)
Hunters in the Dark - Returning to the Ark to deal with approximately zero of the long-established questions and plot points set up for it over the previous 8 years (feat. the filthy antelope punter)
Last Light - fred the sled who veta thought was ded and is sassed by child supersoldiers in bed (feat. a good and nice Jiralhanae)
New Blood - The One Where The Rookie Dies (feat. the Rookie’s death)
Saint’s Testimony - Iona deserved better (feat. all the progress set up by Cortana’s sacrifice at the end of Halo 4 for AI rights that would be shattered literally three months after this book came out by Halo 5)
Shadow of Intent - Joe Staten returns to tell a story about Rtas, who has been absent from the fiction since 2007, and all he wants is a nap (feat. Sangheili feminism)
Smoke and Shadow - Retroactively making Sergeant Forge a cool and interesting character, further set-up for future emotional pain (feat. sad worms)
Glasslands - You too can magically cure your mental illness if you just hate Halsey enough! (feat. squicky, heavy-handed, cheap Mengele references)
The Thursday War - Vaz consolidates his position as the worst character, the ‘Halsey Hate Club’ is an actual canon thing, Jul and Raia provide a reprieve for fans of decent writing (feat. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday).
Mortal Dictata - “Mein Kampf with pictures” is an actual line in this @ Halsey’s journal, surprisingly actually substantially emotional at times (feat. aliens who lack any semblance of their own culture and exclusively talk using human idioms and expressions).
Cryptum - YA novel written in the style of Homer about a naked Forerunner wearing only a straw hat and sandles who awakens ancient warrior, spends two weeks brooding on an island before necking his friend’s alcohol and investigating galactic atrocities (feat. cosmic horror, politics, and comedy).
Primordium - Long-dead ancient human returns from the grave to fight his alien boyfriend (feat. walking, roving, hiking, running, trekking, voyaging, wandering, roaming, migrating, wayfaring…)
Silentium - And then everyone died, the end! (feat. emotional trauma incarnate)
Evolutions - A series of short stories that highlight the well-known fact that living in the Halo universe would be shit (feat. being eaten by the Flood, being eaten by Jiralhanae, and making friends with naughty bugs).
Fractures - A series of even shorter stories that highlight the well-known fact that Halo 5 sucked (feat. “have you tried switching [the Domain] off and on again?” and Tobias Buckell’s fist literally shooting out of every page of Oasis to punch you in the face).