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incognit0slut · 2 months

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Just the sloppiest head ever, that’s it. Choking, gagging, etc

Spencer finally lets you go down on him after you convince him that you're ready.

Warnings: (18+) soft dom spence x inexperienced fem reader. Oral sex (male receiving while he talks you through it?), female masturbation because reader can’t help herself lol. 1.8k words a/n: this is very much self-indulgent because I need him so bad. Ty anon for requesting

"No."

You pulled away from him, shifting your weight on his lap as you peered down at him, a furrow forming on your brow. "No?"

He gently shook his head, his hands tracing up your thighs. "You're not ready yet."

You leaned back, creating some space between you, though it wasn't much given the way you were straddling him. "Wait a minute," you protested. "Since when do you get to decide if I'm ready or not? And why aren't you into it when most guys would be jumping at the chance?"

A faint smile danced on his lips. "I thought I’m the first guy you've ever been with."

"That's not the point!"

He laughed, his hands finding a firm grip on your waist. "It's not that I don’t enjoy the idea..."

"Then what's holding you back?"

He paused for a moment, his expression softening as he looked into your eyes. "Because I care about you," he confessed, his thumb tracing circles on your hip. "And I don't want you to feel pressured or rushed for anything we do together."

"That's what I've been trying to say," you replied. "I don't feel pressured. I want to."

He studied you, and when the silence went on, you knew you had to do something to reassure him. With a gentle sigh, you shifted closer, nestling against him, and allowed your lips to graze the sensitive curve of his neck. It was a spot you knew well, one that never failed to draw out a reaction from him. You felt the subtle hitch in his breath and smiled.

"You already went down on me yesterday and I really, really liked it," you murmured between kisses, your lips trailing further down. "Let me do the same for you."

Feeling the warmth of your breath against his skin, he let out a soft sigh, his resolve weakening.

"I..." he began, his voice catching as he struggled to find the right words.

You lifted your head to meet his gaze. "Trust me," you whispered, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his chest. "Let me show you how much I want this."

His eyelids drooped slightly as your hands moved down. When you paused, fingers poised right above the evident bulge in his pants, you realized you had him right where you wanted him to be.

"Come on, Spencer," you whispered, gripping him over the material of his pants, working your hand up and down his thickness. "Let me suck your cock."

He sucked in a sharp breath, his grip tightening on your waist as he met your gaze. What kind of man would he be to deny you? To say no to you as you looked at him with those glossy eyes, your lips running along your lips? With a low groan, he finally gave in, his resolve crumbling as he nodded in silent agreement.

"Okay," he breathed out, his voice heavy with need. "Okay, just... only if you're sure."

With a reassuring smile, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm sure," you whispered against his skin.

As if a switch had been flipped, you felt the tension in him dissipate entirely. His touch on your waist was firm, sending a shiver down your spine, and the look in his eyes had you already feeling a flush of heat between your legs.

"Get on your knees."

Your breath caught in your throat at his tone, a thrill coursing through you at the sheer dominance in his demeanor. Without hesitation, you obeyed, slipping off the couch and sinking to your knees before him. The intensity of his gaze sent a delicious shiver down your spine, and you looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he reached for his belt.

As he undid his belt, the anticipation between you intensified, and you could feel the heat building between your thighs. With a slow, deliberate motion, he freed himself from the confines of his pants. Your pulse quickened as your gaze lingered on him, drinking in every detail, every inch of him, the veins pulsing on the underside of his cock.

Unable to resist any longer, you reached out, your fingers trailing lightly over his length, feeling the heat emanating from him. "I..." you started, your voice wavering slightly. "I might be bad at this."

His hand reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "Do you want me to talk you through it?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his offer. "Yes, please," you replied. "I want to make this good for you."

A soft smile tugged at his lips. "You already make it good just by being here," he murmured. "But I'll guide you, okay?"

His words melted away your nerves. "Okay," you whispered. "What do I do first?"

"Start with gentle kisses," he instructed, his voice low and soothing. "Explore the tip with your lips."

Following his guidance, you leaned in, pressing soft kisses along his length, feeling the tension in him building with each tender touch. You focused on every sensation, savoring the moment as you allowed yourself to immerse in the way he pulsed underneath your touch.

"Good," he murmured, his breath hitching as he looked down at the way you were gripping his cock, your mouth exploring every inch of him. "Now, use your tongue. Start with light strokes."

Encouraged by his words, you followed his guidance. With gentle strokes, you explored the sensitive skin with your tongue. His reaction was immediate—a sharp intake of breath followed by a low groan that sent a shiver down your spine.

His reaction spurred you on as you increased the pressure of your strokes. His hands found their way into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he held you close. "That's it," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Just like that."

A sense of power washed over you as you continued to tease him with your tongue, relishing in the way he squirmed beneath you. You marveled at the effect you had on him, and with a boldness you didn't know you possessed, you licked him from the base to the tip, savoring the taste of him on your tongue.

His reaction was immediate, a low groan escaping his lips as he arched into your touch. "You're driving me crazy," he breathed out. "Do you think you can handle more?"

Your heart raced at the question, excitement coursing through your veins. "Yes," you replied. "Please."

He guided your lips over to his tip. "Now take me in your mouth."

You leaned in, allowing him to slide into your parted lips. The sensation was intoxicating, the taste of him filling your senses as you eagerly accepted him into your mouth. His hands gently guided you, encouraging you to find a rhythm that worked for both of you and before you knew it, your head was bopping up and down his length.

With your hand already gripping him, you began pumping up and down as you sucked him, eliciting deep groans and breathy moans from him in return. "God, your mouth feels so good," he hissed, his voice thick with desire. "Look up at me."

Obeying his command, you lifted your gaze to meet his, locking eyes with him. He looked down at you with his cock buried deep inside your mouth, your cheeks flushed, and lips stretched wide around his girth. Driven by the desire to give him more pleasure, you sank your mouth further, keeping your eyes locked on his as his tip hit the back of your throat.

The sensation made you gag, your throat burning with the effort, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. But you pushed through before finally pulling back, a string of saliva trailing from your lips as you gasped for air, and despite the discomfort, the look of satisfaction on his face made it all worth it.

His head fell back against the couch, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I don't think I can last much longer," he admitted, his voice strained.

Feeling a surge of pride at the effect you had on him, you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his cock again, "Then let go. I want to taste you."

"Yeah?" he breathed, looking down at you. "You'd let me come in your mouth?"

Your tongue flickered over his tip, one right over his slit, and you felt his hips buck underneath you. "I think I'd let you do anything to me by now."

He let out a sound of pleasure, and without hesitation, you took him into your mouth again. You set a steady pace, moaning around his shaft as spit dribbled past the corners of your lips and down your chin. It wasn't long until the room was filled with obscene lewd noises as you took as much of him down your throat.

With each throb of him in your mouth and every intoxicating sound he made, the ache between your thighs intensified until it became unbearable. Unable to resist any longer, you let your free hand slide between your thighs, slipping underneath your skirt.

Surprised at how wet your panties were, you wasted no time in spreading your arousal everywhere, your fingers finding your clit with ease. You spread your legs further on the floor, arching your back as you pleasured yourself, your movements synchronized with the rhythm of your mouth along his cock.

Spencer's breath hitched as he noticed your dainty hand between your legs, the sight of you touching yourself while eagerly sucking and bobbing your head up and down his length sending him to the edge. He couldn't hold back any longer.

He tightened his grip on your hair, his hips instinctively thrusting into your mouth as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. His release finally washed over him in waves, his body trembling with the force of it as he emptied himself into your waiting mouth, and you swallowed the hot spurts down your throat eagerly, savoring the taste of him.

It didn't take long for you to feel the familiar coil of pleasure building within you. With his release still fresh on your tongue, you shifted your focus to your own pleasure, your fingers picking up the pace as you sought your own climax. And then, with a sharp gasp, you felt the wave of pleasure crashing over you.

You finally released him when your orgasm subsided, slumping over his lap. He was quick to bring you up on the couch, a tender smile on his lips as he looked down at you. "Did you make yourself come?"

Feeling a warm flush spread across your cheeks, you nodded breathlessly, unable to meet his gaze. "Yeah..."

His smile softened further, his fingers gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he assured you. But before you could respond, you felt his other hand slipping inside your skirt, tugging down your panties.

Your eyes went wide. "What are you doing?"

"I think it's only fair," he replied as he pulled your panties down your legs. Then, to your surprise, he got to his knees, positioning himself between your thighs as he pushed your legs apart. "I want to taste you too."

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic

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strawb3rry-acid · 3 months

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More König Headcanons

Just some more König headcanons I wanted to throw out there while I finish working on an analysis of his personality. It's taking longer than I first expected lol.

More of these are fairly random, but there's some involving relationships, his personality, and other things. Just random, and fairly soft stuff ♡

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❍ Admittedly, I don't think this man is the type too be considered "attractive" by the majority of people(I know there's some debate on whether or not the glitch showing his face is truly his face or not. Personally, I'm on the fence here, so I wanna add my little twist to it since it's mentioned that it's rumored what's under his mask is even scarier than his intimidating presence.)

❍ The type too hide things up high if someone pisses him off just out of petty spite. He'll gladly watch them struggle till they will, probably, have too ask him for help. It gives him that "ha, I win" rush. Spiteful, cheeky bastard.

❍ I've mentioned this before, but I think he's got a soft spot for women. Having been in the military, and having rescued victims of human trafficking (it was mentioned in his bio at one point, but I think it's been removed for some reason) he's seen the violence, and bigotry women face, and can be pretty protective. He may have severe social anxiety, but he won't hesitate too step in if he senses some jackass is harassing a woman.

❍ Speaking of which, I do think he's the type too step in, and shut shit down if someone's being mistreated, and has issues speaking up for themselves. It's in his own quiet, subtle way of course(Death glares, firm grabs if needed, etc), but he'll still likely step in if he feels it's necessary. (It just makes sense to me considering his past with bullying, him specializing in hostage rescue, as we'll as some of his voice lines expressing deep loyalty, and his likely enjoyment of being helpful. I don't think he takes too kindly to disrespect. Specifically if it's someone who's innocent, and who's been respectful/kind too him. If it's someone he enjoys being around, then he'll definitely step in).

❍ Neither a dog, nor a cat person. I think he's fairly indifferent too both, but if he had too chose, he'd chose dog's. He likes cats as he relates too their typically solitary behavior, but enjoys the fact that dog's tend too be very affectionate, and loving animals.

❍ I feel like he's a very competitive person. He enjoys a good challenge as it gives him a chance too show off his skills, specifically in combat. I wouldn't recommend trying to compete with him though. He can become pretty ruthless depending on the situation, especially if he feels he's losing, and will seek to out do them. Trust me, with his determination, the other person will lose.

❍ He's used to his height by now, and is very cautious of it, but he'll still bump his head, and knock things over sometimes(I know a man how's 7ft, and he's always doing that lol.)

❍ On another note, I think he has mixed feeling's about his height. On one hand, he loves the fear it brings to enemies out on the field. On the other hand, he despises the attention it draws too him off of the field. He's a very private man who likes to slip by unnoticed, and his height makes it difficult for him too do so. The fact that he intimidates innocent people tends to make him feel pretty disheartened as well.

❍ In a partner, I don't think he cares about looks. The fact that their accepting of him, and love him is all he needs, and wants. He'd love a plus sized partner, a muscular partner, a thin partner, a tall partner, a short partner, and everything in between. As long as their healthy, and happy he doesn't give a rat's ass.

❍ He definitely has plenty of stretch marks. He's a tall guy after all, and he probably grew tall very quickly.

❍ I don't think he's the most touchy person in the world, but he doesn't mind it either. While he doesn't like being touched by strangers in the slightest, he has no issues with loved ones touching him. It's just probably something he won't really initiate himself very often unless it's more subtle touches(think pats on the back, or gently squeezing shoulders). Instead of touch, he more so just let's people he cares for linger in his space, and will keep them closer too him.

❍ I've mentioned this before as well, but I think he's a gamer, especially when it comes to games involving some form of combat. Video game wise, I think he'd enjoy what most consider too be "dad" games. Video games, and board games would be one of his favorite ways too bond with loved one's. He can get really riled up to an amusing degree.

❍ Cannot tolerate spicy foods to save his life, but will eat them too seem tough.

❍ Very bad when it comes to expressing affection through words, and touches. He tries, but he's just so damn awkward, and is worried about doing/saying something that'll make them uncomfortable. Much more prefers too show affection through act's of service.

❍ However, he does have his moments of being very physically, and verbally affection. This will likely happen when he's comfortable being around the person, he's been away from them for a long time, and/or has seen some really horrible things that remind him of the fact he could lose them at any moment. If it's the case that he's seen something horrendous, then he's lingering around them all the time, and it can be hard to pry him off of them.

❍ Always checking in with people he's close to. He has a very deep understanding of what it's like to be alone, and never wants them too feel that way.

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marleemutt · 7 months

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TLDR: im a black trans artist who can use some help right now following the sudden passing of my only sister - her doberman is now the responsibility of my parents and we can use help for his food, supplements, toys etc.

Kofi (help me send Chewy orders to my parent's house)

Wishlist (literally send him things like toys, treats, etc.)

⬇️ more info ⬇️

hey guys

some of you might be aware of this already, but early October, my eldest sibling & only sister suddenly passed away due to a seizure, she had been dealing with epilepsy her whole life.

this has been incredibly difficult for me, and my family. her passing was incredibly sudden, she was only 30.

for the past month or so ive been struggling to find any motivation to draw, and barely able to work.

she was the incredibly devoted owner of a doberman named Remi(Ramsey). Me and my sister traveled 4 hours to pick him up three years ago. He's a goofball who tears up socks and needs constant supervision. My parents love him, but I can tell he is a lot of work for two people who have fulltime jobs and have lived long lives.

I'm going to try to help them take care of him as much as possible, I feel that it's the least we can do to honor my sister's memory, since she loved him so deeply.

My sister always wanted a doberman, for years she would watch videos about dobermans and talk about them to anyone who would listen.

Remi wasn't easy to raise - I shared a room with my sister when she got him in 2020, she still worked a 9-5, five days a week, so I was his nanny for most of his difficult childhood. I was his chew toy for the first year of his life about - but that only made him bond closer to me. If he wasn't following my sister, I was choice #2. Dobermans are "velcro dogs", they were bred to guard their owners, and because of this, they are fiercely loyal. I've been moved out of my parent's place for going on 3 years, and my sister had just moved with Remi out a few months prior to her passing.

A week before my sister's sudden passing, we had to board Remi at my dog daycare job while my family and I took a trip out of state. When dropping him off, although he was happy to see me again for the first time in months, the moment my sister turned her back to him he began to panic. He got through the boarding all right but my coworkers told me he would cry and wait by the door for me or her. When my sister picked him up, they said he jumped all 80+lbs into her arms.

Since my sister's passing, Remi has been directionless. He's with my family, people he trusts, but he's bored, confused, and heartbroken. My sister would often take him to the dog park, social events, on runs, etc. but my parent's can't do that in their age. If my apartment allowed large dogs, I would take him, but I can't, and I see him maybe twice a month if possible.

Ramsey's Christmas List

I made a christmas list for him of things that might help my parents better take care of him. We're trying different food brands out because he struggles with frequent stomach issues, and we can't seem to figure out what food my sister was feeding him. This list is by no means a necessity for him, but I tried to add things to help with his boredom and keep him stimulated when my parents can't give him all their attention.

i do want to state that my family is capable of providing him with the essentials to live, we arent irresponsible. i would just like to help my parents out since a 3 year old 80-90lb doberman is a lot of work to be suddenly placed on them soley. And I worry for his health and well-being sometimes - Remi has a tendency to eat/tear random objects when he's bored.

please consider donating whatever you can. Everything goes directly to him.

thank you for taking the time to read this, and possibly reblog if possible. ❤️

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ohthewh0rror · 7 months

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LETS TAKE 5.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — Can you fix the fractures in your relationship or is it doomed to shatter?

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

You knew when agreeing to be with Tom that, in some way, you’d always come in second place. During your school years, it was to his academics. Now that the two of you have graduated, it seems he’s found a new venture to spend his time on. It didn’t bother you as much while you two were in school, but now that you’re adults, it’s becoming harder to overlook.

"What do you want? For me to throw away and forget all that I've been working towards?" Tom asked, his voice raising to almost a yell. What he said just left you even more confused. Throw away what he’s been working towards? Does he mean the pay raise at Borgin and Burkes? Because truthfully you were happy about the thought of a pay raise. The two of you weren’t exactly well off, and it was a struggle to keep up with the bills you two had, so it’d be a much welcomed raise. You sighed, exasperated, you truly couldn’t believe this had turned into an argument, “no! All I'm asking for is some of your time."

Time: something he didn’t seem to have for you lately.

You just wanted him to take a step back and spend more time with you when not working. It seems like you aren’t even second place anymore, whatever he’s researching took second place. You’ve tried asking him what he’s looking into, but he’s tight-lipped. Any question and peek over his shoulder at his writings have been brushed off. The only time he gave you some semblance of an answer was just to tell you that it’s for something he’s been working on since his years at Hogwarts.

Tom speaking jolted you from your thoughts, “and what makes you so worthy of my time?”. Your heart plummeted as you forced yourself to stay rooted in your spot, eyes locked on his. It wasn’t the worst thing he has said to you, but the sneer on his face combined with his choice words made you feel small. Insignificant. Like you were just some stranger standing before him, and not his significant other of 3 years.

Your mind raced for an answer, but you kept drawing short. The reality of meaning so little to him left you feeling numb. The only thing you wanted now was to leave and collect yourself, to try and talk yourself out of making the rash decision of ending things permanently.

"That is a new low, even for you Tom,” you took a deep breath, “but it is nice to finally know where I stand with you.” You could feel your face get hot as tears blurred your vision, threatening to spill over. “Yes, it was time you learned your place,” Tom said, his gaze cold and unrelenting. You gave a quick nod, not trusting yourself to speak anymore. Grabbing your coat and purse you decided it was time to leave, you could only hope your closest friend didn’t mind you coming over unannounced.

Tom made no move to stop you, and though you knew it wouldn’t happen, a small part of you wish Tom’s collected demeanor would crack. That he would beg you not to leave, telling you he was just upset and acting like an ass. But that wasn’t Tom, the world would crumble to ash before he acted in such a way.

Instead, he let you leave.

You had been at your friends house for a week before you heard anything from Tom. The morning you finally got an owl from him had been a beautiful morning. You could hear the chirping of morning birds as rays of sunlight filtered in through the crack of the curtains. Taking your time to get out of bed and get ready for the day as you had no plans. And, most importantly, no one to answer to. It was a foreign, but freeing feeling that you were getting more accustomed to by the day.

You had just put the final touches on your hair, getting ready to go out and do some shopping when there was a sharp tapping on the bedroom window. You peaked back into the room and saw an owl perched on the window sill, patiently waiting for the letter to be taken. Walking to the window, you opened it, gingerly taking the note and sending the owl off with a treat as payment.

Opening the note it read:

12:45 — Meet me at Honeyshine’s.

— T.R.

‘Straight to the point, I guess,’ you thought to yourself. But then again, why would you ever think otherwise. Looking at the clock you saw you had an hour until you had to meet him. At least that left you just enough time to browse the other stores in the area and maybe find something nice for yourself.

Unsurprisingly, Tom was already there, waiting for you outside the door when you walked up. Nothing about Tom ever seemed to change, and you didn’t think it ever would. Tom opened the door for you, placing a hand on the small of your back, guiding you in. Neither of you spoke a word until the both of you had been seated, tucked away in a corner away from everyone.

“How have you been?” Tom asked. The question irked you if you were being honest. The way he could act so casual, like your relationship wasn’t consumed by hairline fractures that threatened the very foundation of your bond. But, you’d play along if that’s what kept the peace, even just for a moment longer.

“I've been alright,” you said. Tom gave you a silent nod, his face giving away nothing about how he truly felt. It made you nervous, was this the day that you and Tom went your separate ways? You’d hope the day would never come, but if he wanted to leave you, you weren’t going to stop him. The relationship has begun to feel so one sided, you wondered if Tom truly wanted you around or if he just liked the idea.

The idea of someone waiting for him at the end of the day. Someone to go home to, unwind with. So it’s not just an empty apartment waiting for him, the stillness of the empty rooms reminding him that he is alone in this world. Though, perhaps you were just reading too much into Tom. He never was the sentimental type, you doubt he thought of things that way.

Reaching across the table, Tom’s hand grabbed yours, his thumb running across your fingers. He opened his mouth, before closing it again, seemingly rethinking what he was going to say. After a beat he brought your hands to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles, “I…apologize…for what I said to you. A part of my research led to a dead end and I was frustrated, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

So that’s what he was talking about that day. That Merlin-forsaken research; that was an argument for another day though. The fate of your relationship was teetering on the edge of ending, and you’d rather be in a stable place in your relationship before bringing it up again.

You stared at Tom for a while, letting him hold your hand from across the table. Neither of you said anything as you thought over his words.

The idea of walking away was tempting you; whispering sweet words in your ear about how free you’ve felt the past week. How you got to dress how you wanted, to lay in bed for however long you wanted, and talk to who you wanted. It almost seemed your best options was to count your losses and walk away while given the opportunity. But, something kept you from getting out of the chair and calling him out on his terrible apology.

The poisonous words of insecurity and dependency hissing in the opposite ear being the reason you were still seated. It was urging you to accept the apology. Telling you how Tom was your first everything, and you shouldn’t rush to leave him because of a silly argument. What if you never find anyone else? What if Tom is the only one willing to put up with you? Do you really want to leave him behind, especially when neither of you have anyone else?

You looked away, weighing your options, though you already knew what you were going to do. Tom’s hand that was holding yours, let your hand go as it came up to cup your cheek. Immediately your head tilted, leaning further into his touch. It almost scared you how quickly this man could have you back under his thumb with just a little bit of his attention. A small smile graced his face, as he knew you’d forgiven him, and it served to only further pull you in.

Affection was hard to come by with Tom, and he had you eating out the palm of his hand with just the simplest touch, “let’s get home, I will show you just how much I missed you this past week.”

You knew you’d always be last on his list of priorities, but if it meant getting the smallest of affection from Tom then you’d learn to live with your place in his life.

#I feel like I lost the plot halfway through #like I legit kind of hate this #tom riddle #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you

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ghostlypainterslimeclod · 7 months

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Mike Schmidt x Male reader

1/2

Mike is such a little meow meow boy and as such I've declared him a bottom (my opinion means nothing) my first actual fic

Mild NSFW

It's late around 6 pm, your lazeing on your couch in nothing but your boxers and sweater, when you hear a knock on your door, reluctantly you get out of your comfortable spot in front of your TV to get it. Peaking through your peep hole you see your perpetually tired and pretty neighbor, Mike and suddenly you feel like maybe you should have made the extra stop to put on pants. But you're here now so you open the door, "Hello," you say nervously hiding half way behind your door hoping he doesn't notice the Minecraft boxers wrapped around your waist " what brings you over?" He looks anxious now that you've opened the door a little drop of sweat forming on his brow , "um I'm sorry to intrude and all but um..." He shifted nervously from foot to foot then said "Can you watch my little sister I have to go to work and my usual sitter is M.I.A." You think for a second then ask "What do I get out of it?" You knew he was struggling so you didn't expect money you just wanted to make the brown eyed boy squirm. "Anything." He half sighed "Anything?" You repeat questioningly "Anything" he said looking at you with his big brown eyes, how could anyone say no to him with eyes like that you thought before stating "ok I'm holding you to that."

You quickly go back inside and put on a pair of sweatpants and shut down your house before following him across the street to his place it was a carbon copy of your house just a few things were different. He leads you inside where he tells you what your responsibilities and such are like his sister's name is Abby and she spends most her time drawing and that she already ate dinner so u just gotta make sure the house doesn't burn down while he's gone, well that's what you got between checking him out and his anxious chatter. Then after that little speech he says bye to his sister to her protest as she doesn't want to be separated from her big brother, then once he separates from her he says a polite "bye" and heads out the door. Which leaves you alone with a kid you only met once before when you first moved in. Honestly you had no idea why he trusted you to watch his sister but you got to know the pretty neighbor boy better so that's a plus.

You slowly make your way to Abby's room knocking lightly, "hey can I come in?" You ask and the door is opened by the small girl. "So you're who's watching me now?" She asked unimpressed. You just nod, man kids are rude then what she said next gave you a bit of a shock, " I don't get why he talks about you so much, anyway do you like drawing," you chuckle lightly "of course, I love drawing." So you drew with the kid until she fell asleep at her desk. She is a cute kid you thought to yourself as you tucked her into bed. You then went and sat on his couch and fell asleep watching his TV.

You feel the couch dip as someone sits on it waking you, you look over to see mike then look at the clock its 10 am and you groggily say "sorry for falling asleep for so long." He looked over and apparently he didn't notice you woke up. "Sorry for waking you." He said in a whispered voice, God his voice is really nice. " So I've been thinking about what you can do to pay me." You say slyly. "Yeah," he said curiously "what?" You smirk " I'd except payment with a kiss." He instantly flushed and looked away a little bit of sweat beginning to form. You quickly say "it was just an idea you don't have to." You beginning to believe you read him wrong only for him to say "no it's ok," he turned to look at you "I was just caught off guard." He then grabbed your face giving you a small peck. Your hands going to rest on his hips as you kiss him, this one lasting longer. The kisses got more heated with each one before he pulled back, a little gasp coming from between his chapped lips. "Oh god." He groaned quietly, you gently pulled him onto your lap giving he plenty of time to pull away if he wished. His hands now rest on your shoulders, as you slowly kiss his neck his stubble scratching your face. He let out little whimpers and whines his hands going to pull on your hair. Then he jolted a little and began peeling himself away from your grasp. "hmmm..?" U look up at his questioningly "um I think um maybe we should stop, I'm really tired, and I gotta take care of Abby when she gets back." He looked nervous. it was cute his face was flushed, a tent in his worn blue jeans, and his brown eyes almost totally eclipsed by his pupils. Thought he did look like he was about to fall asleep on his feet "yeah you should get some rest." You stood up a tent in your pants as well. "Can u watch Abby again tonight?" he asked nervously "she seems to really like you." You smirk at him "you don't have to pretend you don't just want to see me again, and of course I'll come back if that's my payment." You give him one more kiss he whines into and then you go back to your place the house seems so empty compared to his. The warm lights seeming cold and the rooms look bare, but that's how it always is.

#michael afton #fnaf movie #michael x reader #michael schmidt #michael schmidt smut #michael schmidt x reader #little meow meow #mike schmidt x male reader

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Chapter Four

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Despite the urge to stick your foot up their asses by the time they left, you surprisingly felt a bit closer; or more so that you had a chance to stay in this unit and get along. While their attitude still showed that you weren't welcome, they did help you move, and ate with you.

It occurred to you that they had other reasons for doing so, but considering they couldn't stand to be in your presence, you were going to take that as a win. It left you in a bit of a perky mood as you made your way the now short distance to the agency, giving you plenty of time to stop for breakfast and what was becoming your usual morning drink. You needed some routine in your life currently with all the changes.

Stepping into the office, after unlocking the door, you were surprised to hear several voices. Setting your things down, you peered down the hall to the open doorway. You could recognize Yunho's laugh, it taunted you in your sleep last night, but there was an unfamiliar laugh as well.

Remembering the Captain was supposed to be back, you made your way down the hall, mentally preparing for a boss fight. After all, if you could win the Captain over then you wouldn't have such a problem trying to stay. Unlikely that you could win him over if the Vice Captain was anything to go off of- but you could still try.

You had the decency to knock on the open door before stepping in, drawing attention to yourself. Yunho was sitting at his desk, Mingi resting with his own head on his desk, probably out cold or struggling to wake. Jongho looked up from his own, sneering at your presence but it was the newcomer who had his back to you that had your undivided attention.

He had broad shoulders and a slim waist that was obvious from the way he was sitting and the dirty, stained with blood, white tank he wore. He turned his head to look back at you, only for Seonghwa to yank his chin back in place so that he could continue cleaning a cut above his brow.

“Who's that Hwa?” He sounded curious, attempting to turn again just for Seonghwa to scrunch his nose in annoyance.

“No one of importance-” Mingi grumbled half asleep, turning his head in the opposite direction. He hadn't even lifted up enough to look over his computer screen to see if it was you, which had you pressing your lips in a tight line.

“No one this attractive is of no importance.” The newcomer retorted, waving over at you. “Detective Choi San, nice to meet you.”

The friendly greeting kindled the bit of hope you had as you stepped in a bit for him to get a better look at you. “I'm the newest part of your unit.”

“No-”

“Well unwelcome part.” You corrected, giving Jongho a stern look to shut up his incoming insult. “Can I ask what happened?” On closer inspection he had quite a bit of bruises on him, some a bit busted open with cuts like his lip.

Seonghwa let out a huff, giving up on mending him for the moment and stepping back to finally acknowledge your presence. “Our job happened. I need to tend to the Captain and then we'll have you come in for a chat. San-” He mumbled the man's name as a warning.

San just waved Seonghwa off dismissively, jumping off of the edge of the desk he had been sitting on in between Jongho and Mingi's- you assumed it was his. With ease he made his way over to you with a smile, but you stiffened. Despite the friendlier demeanor that he had, you didn't want to trust anyone in this unit after the way they've treated you so far. “Damn they really got you scared Detective? I'm not going to bite you unless you ask, so relax.”

Clearing your throat, you forced yourself to do just that. “Again, I've been quite unwelcome so can you blame me?” In fact the others were practically ignoring you; Jongho on his phone, Seonghwa left and Mingi let out a soft snore indicating he did fall asleep. You could feel Yunho's eyes on you but you were determined to ignore him instead.

“Not at all. You look quite familiar though… have we met?” He tilted his head to the side, looking you over with pure curiosity and a bit of confusion.

You shrugged. “Your name sounds familiar but I think I'd remember someone as gorgeous as you, even all bruised and bloody as you are.” You had to admit, he was fucking hot. Sharp jaw and sharp eyes that reminded you of a kitten currently with the way they were wide and curious. The hint of a wolf tattoo on his chest and tendril-like tattoos on his arms, both which were as defined as the rest of him.

He grinned, taking a second to look you over as he stopped just within reach. However, before he could say anything, Yunho decided to give you a full introduction: Name, age, and even went ahead and announced “She transferred because her old unit couldn't handle her. Good luck.”

You saw all curiosity and interest drain from his face, instantly replaced with a strained smile and closed off eyes. “Couldn't handle you? Why is that?”

You sent a glare over at Yunho, once more wishing you could get away with physical violence and no consequences. “Fuck off.”

“So original doll.”

San watched the two of you battle it out mentally before clearing his throat. “You don't have to answer-”

“Good because I don't plan to.” You shot out of reflex, biting on your lip as you realized how rude that was. You didn't mean to be rude, not to San at least even if he was closing himself off to you already. “Sorry, it's just personal.” You sighed, looking away.

“You were close with them huh? The pictures on your desk?” Despite your obvious unwillingness to divulge information on the matter, Yunho of course had to poke.

Your reaction was too immediate to prevent, shoulders slumping and an arm wrapping around your waist to grip your other. “Did I not just say I didn't want to talk about it? Remember I didn't want to be transferred.” You sneered out, for once lacking bite to the words.

The tension shifted in the room but you didn't lift your head to investigate why. Instead, further awkwardness was prevented as Seonghwa stepped out of the hall, calling your name. “Follow me.”

With a bit of haste you moved around San and down the hall, following Seonghwa to the second office on the left. There was a plaque on the door that read “Captain” while the first door had been Seonghwa's office. Stepping inside, you were greeted by a man of average size with bleach blonde hair leaning back against a desk in the center of the room. No smile, but no glare either, just an inquisitive arch to his brow.

“This is her?”

“Yes.” Seonghwa shut the door behind you, watching as you gave the Captain a proper introduction and bow.

He ignored you however, watching Seonghwa. “Captain Kim Hongjoong- I thought she was feisty?”

“She is, just give her a second.”

“Huh- then what do you suggest we do?”

“What do you think we can do? You couldn't reject the transfer so I doubt they will let us pawn her off on someone else.”

“True true.”

You stood by silently while they had a full conversation about what to do with you… right in front of you. You were trying to hold your temper down but the blatant disrespect was always a quick thing to get under your skin. “Pardon me but I'm right here- you could include me in the conversation.” You finally huffed out.

Hongjoong smiled at that while Seonghwa sighed behind you. “See, I told you.”

The blonde man laughed, standing up and finally directing his attention to you. “Why did you ask for this Precinct?”

Hands on your hips, you straightened defensively. “None of your business.”

“If you want to stay here with minimal trouble, then it is. So answer the question.” He crossed his arms over his chest, jutting his chin out.

Lips twitching as you fought back a sneer, not liking that at all, you relented. “It was the furthest.”

“The furthest?” Seonghwa stepped around you, standing next to Hongjoong. “What do you- fuck.” When it dawned on him, he pushed his hair out of his face angrily. “So let me get this straight- you picked the farthest Precinct just to be away from your previous unit?”

It hurt that your shame was this obvious, unable to meet either of their eyes. “Pretty much. I don't know why the board agreed to it but if I had known you all would have a stick up your ass I would've tried for anywhere else.”

The two of them exchanged a look you caught the tail end of when you finally lifted your head. It was like they were having a silent conversation right in front of you, which would annoy you if not for your silent wish not to hear what they had to say. You knew what was coming next.

With the tilt of his head, Hongjoong turned to you once more. “You were supposedly close with your previous unit, why did you want to be so far away?”

Bingo- right on a nerve.

Shifting your weight from one foot to the next, you nibbled on your bottom lip. “I never wanted the transfer, but it was my unit chief that requested I get one. Several of the unit agreed and pushed me to take the transfer. As far as I’m concerned, I want as little to do with them as I can right now.”

Hongjoong nodded his understanding, leaning back against his desk. “Very well. Head back to your desk, I’m going to talk with my Vice-Captain here and then we’ll call you back in.

“With all do respect Captain-” you gathered up your courage to hold your ground “-I'd prefer to be present when my career is being talked about.”

“Doesn't matter what you prefer, you're dismissed.”

Now the sneer did make its way onto your lips, narrowing your eyes on the Captain. “The last time I wasn't a part of the conversation I ended up here so I will be staying right here.”

He stepped up to you, Seonghwa stiffened behind him and fixed you with a cold glare. Paired with the menacing expression on the Captain your nerves felt a little fried. “I will personally drag you out of this office by your hair if I have to, Detective, but I am attempting civility here.”

“I am as well, Captain. Your team has been hostile since I've arrived and I am sick of it. The board will take it out on me if you attempt to boot me out of this unit so soon and I am not above taking others down with me if that happens.” You gritted out through clenched teeth.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Does it sound like one?” The two of you were practically chest to chest now, eyes locked and the air thick with tension around you both.

To your surprise, he didn't retort or threaten back- instead he grinned wildly, laughing as he turned to Seonghwa. “She's a fucking firecracker, look at this. I like her spunk.”

Seonghwa had a deep frown on his features at this, letting out a long sigh and a shake of his head. “It would be better if it wasn't pointed at this team.”

“True true. I suppose a little force is necessary.”

Before you could react, he was gripping your arm and dragging you to the door. As you started to struggle the door swung open and you were roughly pushed out. You managed not to fall to the floor but instead stumbled into the wall on the other side, turning to glare at the door as it was slammed shut.

The urge to kick it down was strong, but instead you flicked it off for your own benefit and cursed them both out under your breath.

Frustrated, angry, upset- and so much more- you had every intention of standing right here.

“Pay up-”

“Dammit.”

“Who had bets she would be thrown out?”

“Jongho did.”

At the entrance of the hall the rest of the team stood, exchanging bets. You turned your glare on them, hands balled into fists at your side. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

“What does it look like?” Jongho held up the wad of cash the other four had given him. “Betting on your demise. You're good for predictability at least.”

You hardened your glare on him. “Seriously? You all have to be some of the shittiest detectives there is.”

“I think you take the cake there buttercup.” Mingi grumbled. “Getting kicked out of your old unit? How fucked up of a detective do you have to be for that?”

A plethora of emotions washed through you, forcing you to blink back tears. “That's none of your business.” If standing around here was going to get you further ridiculed, you would rather go wait at your desk before you really did something stupid. You stalked forward, only Yunho, San and Yeosang moving out of your way.

“But it's in your file. Your unit Chief requested it right? Want to know the shit he had to say?”

You stopped in your tracks and glared over your shoulder at Yeosang, chest tight. “You have no right!”

“We have every right. We don't want you here-”

“You made that abundantly clear!” You cut off Mingi, turning to face them and practically shaking. “I don't understand what the fuck I did to earn such hostility from you lot but you can shove it elsewhere. I don't know if your inflated egos can handle the idea of a female detective on your team. I don't know if your assignments made you distrustful- but I don't fucking care. You are grown ass men, and this is a work environment, I believe I'm owed better fucking treatment than this- even after your Vice's so called attempts at a truce.”

Sometime during your rant the Vice in question, and Captain, had stepped out of the office. You ignored the tears that had welled up, the emotion in your voice, and pushed forward. “Grow the fuck up, get your heads out of your ass, and just accept that despite NONE of us liking my presence here, I am not leaving!” You pointed a glare at the two in the back specifically before turning on your heel. “Figure out what to do with that on your own.”

You didn't go far, leaving the door open and instead slipping into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. It wasn't the most private but… you could be spared some shame as you worked to stop the tears you now let overflow.

The overwhelming loneliness was suffocating, only widening the hole in your heart further.

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Seven pairs of eyes watched you go, two of them wincing at the loud thwack of the door getting slammed.

San was the one to break the heavy silence that followed. “What the fuck did you all do to her?”

“We played nice-”

“You call that nice Yunho? For fuck'a sake she's not mafia. She's not an enemy, why did you all have to treat her like she is one?”

“Why are you getting defensive? You just met her, San.”

“Should a supposed comrade breaking down like that not bother me? Should I be smirking like this fuck face here?” San jabbed a thumb towards Jongho.

All gazes moved to Jongho who immediately wiped the smirk off. “What? I don't like her, comrade or not.”

“Don't be a fucking child.” San grumbled off and then headed for the door. “Since one of us needs to be nice, it'll be me.”

They watched him leave, hearing him knock on the bathroom door and call out for you sweetly.

“We do need to dial it back. A lot.” Seonghwa didn't tear his eyes from the hall. “You saw the report Yeosang, why did she get transferred? The board won't explain, and we were trying not to dig too deep and raise flags.”

Yeosang sighed. “Do I ever leave evidence?”

“True- still, let's refrain from digging any more than you have. We have enough eyes on us as is.”

“She's still a liability. Unit Chief Chan had written in his report that she is a damned good detective, but attempts to bend and break protocol often. She can take cases personally when believing that the system is being unjust or not working in favor of victims but that it's also a great motivator for her job. He expressed how he thinks she could do greater things in a different unit, and feels as if the S.K unit is potentially holding her back and keeping her from being properly disciplined for the job simultaneously.” Yeosang recited the report for the others, giving them food for thought.

Yunho frowned, leaning back against his desk. “So driven but reckless and with a strong moral compass. She'll have a lot to say about the way we run things.”

“That's fine. She's a part of this unit now.” Hongjoong tore his gaze from the door as he heard the bathroom door open. “Change the board and put up all we know about the Green Vipers. We're going to test her. Yeosang, give her access to our files on them and let her get up to date. We can't treat her like we would outside of this Precinct, so treat her like a detective.”

“You can't be serious, Captain!? How long do you think it's going to be before she fucks up our operations? Or dig into something she shouldn't. Why not transfer her out?” Jongho clenched his fists at his side, angry with the decision.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong both fixed him with a stare. “We didn't say we are trusting her, but let's trust her track record. We are stuck in a rock and a hard place and that's only going to get worse if we fight her and this new reality any more.”

San stepped back in the room with you right behind him, defenses back up and that fire burning in your eyes the rest of them were beginning to associate with you. Some of them had to admit, seeing your eyes devoid of that spunk had left a bad taste in their mouths.

With a deep breath, you bowed deeply, fists clenched at your sides. “I'm sorry for my outburst.”

Yunho smirked, pleased with how steady your voice was now. “Truthfully we deserved it. Didn't we Mingi?” He slapped his friend on the back, causing him to stumble forward.

Mingi had been quiet since your rant, a permanent frown on his features as he avoided eye contact. “Maybe a little.”

San smiled down at you, nudging your shoulder for you to stand back up. “Told you we aren't the biggest assholes.”

“That's debatable.” You muttered under your breath, causing Hongjoong to widen his grin.

He stepped forward, outstretched hand for you to take. “True. Let me apologize on their behalf. Welcome to the team, but we still don't plan to make it easy for you.”

You grinned, lighting up your features as you accepted his hand. “I prefer a challenge anyways.”

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deadpool15 · 8 months

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You think you got a chance?

I decided to go to the store, the fridge is looking mad empty right now. Which is extremely difficult for me, with the whole being a mom of a 1 year old boy. Yea, I said a boy, I gave birth to a male specimen. Boys, moms truly don't get enough credit because the shit my son puts me through is just wild. This is what happens when you don't want kids but decide to go out there being a honey freaky fuck yall. Better learn.

I walk into my bedroom, trying to nativgate my closet for an outfit. You see the thing about being a mom means that you need to make sure you child looks so fucking good. Spoiler alert, no one gives a single fuck about you if your child is walking around here looking like dog shit. "Yall know exactly who I'm talking about. I'm not calling you out baby, I'm simply calling you out though. Fight your issues not me." I said to the camera, completely forgetting I'm supposed to be vlogging with my son today.

Speaking of son, I should totally go walk him up. I managed to get him all ready for the day. And then he fucked around and went to sleep, you see some parents try not to let there kids go to sleep because of naps not really being the best for a busy day. "So, yall Cameron is rocking this cozy hoodie that says cookie monster and just some slighty baby jeans with his lil uggs. It's cold out here in Korea, so I'm gonna grab his puffer jacket to make sure he doesn't get cold. But yqll know Cameron does not like that fucking jacket so I always carry his on the go blanket cuz he expects to be picked up and carried around with that blanket thrown on him. The struggle is real. Now as yall can see I look like shit I haven't gotten ready. So I'm gonna wear this crop long sleeve with these pattern-like pants.

I walk into the closet, grabbing the camera to show off the fit(the one above). "Listen, I know I said it was cold, but if you think about it, it's not like really cold, is it? You know what? Don't answer that. I'm wearing the fit because it makes the curves pop. For the girls that question about confidence, I low-key feel like that as backhand ass compliment. Because trust and believe if I was a smaller pretty petite ass bitch no one would ask. I am my own beauty standard representing all the thick girls in Korea. For example, if you are sitting in front of your phone watching this video talking about how you didn't have a stomach until this happened or this happened, stop lying. Yall I've always been a big girl, my son didn't have anything to do that, if anything he taught me how to embrace my body."

"Yall will truly not know love until your kid starts drawing pictures of you, like how you really look. Because kids are honest as fuck. But my baby has seen beauty in different forms, though he is used to my form. It gets a little awkward when he sees skinny girls and ask why they look like that." I said looking at the camera laughing while adding a little jewelry to the fit. "The moral is everyone is beautiful. It's ok to be insecure at times. But remember your a beautiful ass bitch. Younger me would've never walked outside in this crop, but I'm so glad I've been able to see myself how I should."I walk out the room grabbing my keys.

I am making my way to the front of my apartment to grab my diaper bag and get snacks. "Cameron likes to wake craving these pocky things and will literally whoop my ass I'd they aren't there." I reach for my jacket and grab my son and walk out the door. I place Cameron inside od his car seat and place the diaper bag right next to him. He placed his blanket on top of him. It's amazing that he is still sleeping. Before I go to the grocery store, I drive to a pop up Cafe. I need some caffeine to survive this day. I get there looking outside to see that the sky is getting dark, hinting that it will rain soon. So I sit in the car waiting for a while. "So yall I stopped by a Cafe, we are waiting cuz it looks like it's about to fucking pour. I don't know why I said we, cam, is still knocked out. I remember watching some girl talking about how she gave her kids melatonin to sleep. Isn't that like drugging your kids, though? Like ahit I want mine to sleep too, but imagine giving them a gummy snack, and that shit is laced. That is wild."

I look out the window, noticing my dumbass should enter this cafe now before it starts raining or gets crowded. I turn off the car and grab my keys while looking into the rear view mirror at Cam. "Yea, so I thought this part was gonna be easy. I just like to gaslight myself." I step out of the car and open the backseat door and try to carefully grab my son without waking him up. I successfully achieved my goal , grabbed his blanket, and threw it over his body, just in case it started to go to rain. I walk into the shop and get in line while looking at the menu. The line is pretty long. I might be here for a while.

"She is adorable." I hear a voice say behind me, and turn around and see a woman. She is beautiful, I can't tell her age. What I am able to tell is her obvious attraction, with her continuing to bite her lower lips while staring at me. She is giving off an aura of pure confidence while I do enjoy it. It would be quite fun to play with her. "Well, thank you, but she is actually a male," I state and watch her eyes go wide, and she becomes embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I just thought he was a girl." "No it's cool. Most people assume he is a girl, I don't know if it's cause of the curly hair or the fact that he looks like me." I say slightly, laughing to make sure she doesn't get too anxious.

"You're right. He truly does look like his gorgeous mother. Looks run in the family, I can tell." I make eyes at her. Wow, it seemed I've found a bold one. "Awe, that cute, I'll let you have that one." She smiles it off before I realize that line has shortened. Making me the next person in line. I order a chocolate chip muffin, one of Cam's favorite just in case he wakes up and wants some of it. And ice vanilla latte. I smile at the batista and wait for her to tell me the price. When she does, I move to grab my card before the mysterious women behind me speak up. "Could you add an iced tea with that, and I'll be playing. Thanks." I turned around making eye contact with her, and now I didn't expect that to be her next move. She gestures me to a table. And I look her up and down before deciding to take a seat. I'm checking on Cam to see if he is still resting well. He is.

"You didn't have to pay for that." "Oo I know, but I thought it would leave a lasting impression." She states while smirking, I laugh managing to keep my volume to a minimum. "So you think you can buy me?" Before she can answer, the waiter comes up and gives us both our orders. We both bow slightly and say thank you. Managing to say it at the same time and laughing as the women walks away.

I'm Tiana, by the way, and the little man that you mistook for a girl is Cameron. As you can see, he is so tired, guess that what happens when Mama extends bedtime." She smiles before saying, "Well, like I said, I'm sorry about the whole gender thing."It's like 2023, I could get you canceled for that. You know." We both laugh again. Before I take a sip of my latte. "I'm Monika Shin. Nice to meet you." I move over to shake her hand. "Well, you've never heard of me," I look at her puzzled. I smirk. "Does that always work for you?"

She laughs, "I am quite famous and known around these parts, so usually ma'am." I stare her down before looking at her lips. "You know most people see the baby and then lose interest." She chuckled while finally taking a sip of her drink. "And most people would know who I am, so i guess I'm not most people, "So what I'm hearing is you think you got a chance, that's cute. Well then, let's see, huh?"

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #street woman fighter x reader #monika shin #monika shin x reader

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Ok, so I've seen the very compelling theories floating around that Crowley passes something, possibly a bullet or some other metallic type vessel, to Aziraphale during the kiss. That it could, in fact, be the reason for the kiss.

There is an extensive meta by @indigovigilance here: Bullet Theory that goes into great detail and links to other relevant posts too (read it, it's fab). Yes, we know vessels are used to store memories but also, that a bullet features, of course, in the 1941 Magic Show.

Yes, we get a literal bullet in Aziraphale's mouth, and Crowley firing only when Aziraphale mouths "trust me". And the significance of the trust demonstrated between them here cannot be overstated I don't think (also many excellent metas around about this)

But the other thing we get is a situation where Aziraphale is in trouble. And even though he's in trouble, he knows he can count on Crowley.

And so it got me thinking, there is such an emphasis on sleight of hand throughout the series, and the idea of the audience being distracted while there are background details going unnoticed has been discussed a lot in the many wonderful theory and meta posts.

However, the other aspect of magic is Aziraphale's love of it. And so, if we're going to consider that the kiss was actually a way for Crowley to pass something to Aziraphale, it seems important to at least consider that Aziraphale knows magicians and that he studies magicians. And to therefore consider Harry Houdini, arguably the greatest (or at least the most famous) magician.

It's believed that during his Metamorphosis trick (I think it's called a trick? I'm not a magician but I do love magic so if anyone is a magician and that's wrong, I'm sorry), Houdini worked with his wife in order to successfully perform the routine:

Source here

I want to be really clear here that sources that confirm this are limited and not overly credible, however Kate Bush's song, "Houdini", was also allegedly inspired by this particular version of the story:

Source here

What's most interesting about this version is that Houdini's wife, Bess, comes onstage to kiss him at a moment of struggle or, given the nature of the tricks Houdini was renowned for, danger.

Whether the tale of Houdini's wife passing him the key with a kiss is true or not, it certainly seems like the kind of story that would capture the imagination of Aziraphale (and Neil) and no doubt even Crowley would've known Houdini and his antics.

And so, this is really to say that if there was the passing of an object with the kiss, at that vital moment when Aziraphale is "struggling onstage", could it be that Crowley* draws on one of the things he knows his Angel knows and loves and understands, and does something inspired by arguably the most famous magician of all?

I mean after all, Aziraphale knows he can always count on him.

(istg the thought of this is so romantic too and I am not ok)

*by Crowley I mean Neil but for the sake of the romance I'll say Crowley

#good omens meta #good omens #good omens final fifteen #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley

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csphire · 7 months

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Patch 4 Astarion Kiss... ugh.

The kiss went from "Okay sure it's short but it's still sweet" to somehow turning into "Ew, why do I feel I've turned into your grandmother?" Or "Why are you kissing me like we've been married for twenty-eight years and we barely tolerate one another?"

Sadly the new kiss isn't even working at all in my game. He just goes all quiet and gives Anna this panicked look, like he's about to start running for the hills, and the scene ends. No kiss and I'm left feeling a little more than just a touch rejected instead. It's bad enough he started making this an "Ew" face during patch three after giving out a kiss and breaking the fourth wall too. Ouch... at my wit's end here. What's left of my old, brittle, and salty heart can no longer take any more abuse, Larian.

I don't know what's causing this. I don't heavily mod my game. A few hairstyles, some extra dye options, and that basket of gear. So I'm not sure which one is the problem. Praying for a hotfix soon as I go through my mods to try and figure out which one is the culprit.

From what I've seen of him kissing others on YouTube, to be brutally honest, I never thought watching Astarion kiss would be such a turn-off. Sure he's struggling with intimacy but there are better ways to show that he needs something more gentle or restrained.

For starters slow down the whole moment when it comes to ALL of the companions' kissing animations. Trust me Larian, if we're asking for affection from our love interests we're NOT in a hurry. Slowing down the action during a kiss scene, as if they were moving through water, is a classic filming tactic to make things more intense.

For Astarion why not have him draw in slowly with a shy or small smile and soft gaze. Have him lean in perhaps embrace the player character about the waist while his forehead comes to rest against theirs. His eyes close, and his nose bumps and brushes his lover's for a few moments. Maybe our character can then caress his cheek and jaw as they wait for him to press his lips to theirs. Three soft and slow pecks minimum and then go back to nose nuzzling. Then finally, with a happy sigh and a relaxed grin, he slowly draws back.

That would be sweet and far more affectionate.

(Gaw, this sucks I can't even kiss him now. I legit just want to give him a billion nose nuzzles, brush my forehead against his, and caress his cheeks, jaw, and ears far more than kiss him.)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #patch 4 #kiss animation #did they even fix the issue with dammon in act 2?#feel like I'm banging my head against the wall

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haenypages · 1 year

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A Heart Of Steel

Assassin! Lucerys Velaryon x Targaryen! Reader

Summary: Before the incident, Lucerys and the youngest daughter of Viserys & Alicent were secretly dating. Now he has come to seek revenge upon her, thinking she was the cause of his near death.

Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings: blood, fluff, angst, minor spoilers of Aegon & Aemond in S2 based on the book

Reader's POV

It was all a misunderstanding. I did not expose nor betray Lucerys' location to Aemond. I have no notion of how he ended up alive and the fact that he joined an assassin guild to learn the ways of killing just to take avenge for himself.

I wept for him everyday thinking that he was dead in the hands of my brother, or rather his dragon until this very moment, after nearly one year in which The Dance of the Dragons has entered into an intense stage.

This is definitely not the Lucerys Velaryon I've known. The sweet dragon prince as if straight out of the folk tales was gone. It was the hour of the wolf. I'm heading back to my bedchamber in the Red Keep when I saw a figure in a shadowy corner, another figure that I reckoned a sentinel lying on the bloodstained floor, motionless. Dead.

The hooded figure slowly approached from the shadow and abruptly I gaped in disbelief, not trusting the face I saw under the hood. "Luke." I whispered, knowing him from his scent and form although his gait has changed from stiff to seemingly nonchalant.

I wanted to run to him, embrace him until I saw a glint of iron in one hand and an impassive face. "What are you doing here?" I involuntarily backed a step. Silence. No response. His slow creeping started to turn into a walk. That's when my mind tells me to flee, so I did what it's told.

"I'm going to kill you, dārilaros (princess)!" he said without preamble. He ran after me. "What why- I don't understand!" Panting heavily, trying to find anyone in the hallway for help while trying to further the gap between Luke. "You knew exactly why! You'd told Aemond that I'm at Storm's End."

Luke acquired a throwing knife from the inside of his boots. It whistled past me, making a gash at my arm, blood trickled from it. I resorted to yelling since there was no one I could see, my sprint slowed gradually and he was increasing.

He's closing our gap! I'm about to veer around another corridor until I feel a hand clasping around my wrist firmly and another clamping over my mouth. My screams were muffled. Without thinking, I bit into the hand that covers my mouth, drawing droplets of blood.

The hand let go, the dagger releasing an audible clunk when it hits the stone floor. Lucerys hissed in frustration. The sound has drawn its attention. Voices! Footsteps! Someone is coming this way!

"HEL-" Lucerys pushed me against the wall, causing me a concussion before I could fully utter the words. Stars were forming. My head, shoulders, and back were in agony. The knife was back in his hands and immediately at my throat, drawing a thin line of blood. I struggled feebly in his grip, feeling helpless. "Please Luke, this is a mistake." I looked into his eyes one last time before the world around me went black.

Luke's POV

She slumped into me after she passed out. I carried the unconscious y/n away with me before the night patrol could investigate what had happened. For the present, they had interrupted my attempt at assassination. I searched for her chamber that we had our fun times together in the past. Seven be damned! Stop dwelling on those memories!

Winding through the familiar corridors, I finally found the quarter I am looking for. I unlatched the door with my nimble fingers, hinges creaking. After I was certain that the door was shut securely, I placed her on the bed. Binding her wrists together at one of the bedposts with hempen ropes and gagging her mouth.

I have made the decision of interrogating her when she's awake, giving her a chance. My current self may be ruthless, but there is still a tidbit of kindness in me that has been cultivated by my family, the family that thought I was dead and mourned for me.

I went to her bookshelf straight away, knowing well this is where her mind often wanders into, as well as mine. She was always intrigued by the stories of the dragonlords of Valyria before the Doom.

She once requested that I read to her more frequently from books and scrolls because she enjoys my Valyrian accent, therefore I did mostly each day just to lull her to sleep with my soothing voice. Unfortunately, that is not happening again. She broke my heart.

I skimmed through the pages, missing the smell of papers and inks. Books are barely seen in the assassin guild since weapons were the only thing we would require. After some more skimming, the groaning from the bed eventually distracted my attention. Immediately, I put the book down on the table. Walking towards her, dagger poised.

She slowly opened her eyes, examining the wounds on her throat and arm as she attempted to break free of the binding before her eyes landed upon mine. For a moment she froze like a frightened animal. My tutor taught me not to trust anyone. Told me that expressions could be a farce for sympathy. So I did not fall for that. But her feelings somehow look true to me.

"Good, you're awake. And no screaming." I took the gag off her and then sat down on the bed beside her. Knife dangerously close to her cheeks, then tracing her cheekbones with an air of disinterest as possible. She gulped.

"So tell me, how does Aemond know of my whereabouts? You're the only Green who knew I'm heading for Storm's End trying to make an alliance on my mother's behalf." I intoned, eyebrows furrowed. She began stammering for a second and eventually calmed down a little. "It was Aemond. Before I had the opportunity to take the parchment from the raven, he took it first." I frowned at her, she averted her gaze, looking at her lap and fidgeting with her fingers. "I should have locked the door. I never thought he'd sneak into my room. I'm so sorry." My heart softened without my mind's consent.

I am still hesitating about the things she confessed to me. It was just words. How could I trust mere words? At the mention of Aemond, my uncertainty was briefly replaced by an inevitable rage. I'd heard that he's come back from the raids at the Riverlands to continue his rule as regent. It was said that after the battle of Rook's Rest, following Aegon's disappearance, Aemond was named as regent of the Seven Kingdoms.

"I'll deal with you later when I finish that kinslayer." I announced, walking to the door. At the same time, I unsheathed the sword at my hip, checking the sharpness. I nodded with satisfaction.

"You can't just leave me here being tied up! You can't find Aemond without my guidance anyways." She pleaded. I stopped abruptly, knowing it was true. I needed her guidance to seek Aemond before dawn. I rolled my eyes and went back to her, loosened the ropes to the bedpost, and gripped both of her wrists, pushing her along as a signal to stride in front of me. Then we were out of the chamber.

Reader's POV

Whenever I walked slowly, Lucerys would thrust the tip of his blade into my back. I winced, not believing he would truly do this to me. I did not hesitate to go to the throne room first. Aemond may be sleeping in his bedchamber at this hour, but he's infatuated with the Iron Throne lately. Luke would stay alert and call for a halt to hide whenever he senses someone was around.

I led him down a series of spiral stairs, out of the holdfast, through a bridge, walking by courtyards, and eventually reaching the building in which the throne room was situated. "There's two sentinels in there guarding the hallway, I hope you're ready." I turned to look at him, expecting to see an anxious face. But instead, he looks prepared for the upcoming predicament. The doors were ajar so we sneaked into it.

Before the guards could take out their swords from the scabbards, Luke hurled a throwing knife into one of them. Hitting him in the ribs. The other one rushed to Luke, their blades collided together making sparks. After a few more exchanges, Luke found a chink in his armour and strike hard and fast. The guard collapsed.

"What is all the commotion?" The double doors to the throne room flew open, revealing my uncle Gwayne Hightower and the other kingsguards. How can Lucerys defeat them! He's doomed. "Uncle!" Walking to him but Lucerys pulled me back, placing me right in front of him while the sword he was holding raised to my throat defensively making me his hostage. Swords were drawn out.

"Sheathe the steel or I'll kill her." Luke said. They all gave each other apprehensive glances before taking a few steps back. But not my uncle who stood at the doorway. "Ah, aren't you Rhaenyra's boy? This is hardly an act of reverence for the princess, lad." The two of them stare intensely at each other until Luke breaks the staring contest. "It would please me if I could see the regent." For my sake, my uncle moved from his spot at the doorway and led us into the room with a high ceiling.

Luke's POV

Aemond was sitting upon the throne, legs dangled from one of its arms. A few of the council members were there discussing important matters with him. The discussion stopped when we arrived. My presence seemed to leave Aemond totally dumbstruck. Good.

"Nephew, did the Seven send you back to me? You should put that pointy thing away from my sister by the way." y/n casted me a side eye. Aemond grinned a mirthless grin, there was no true joy in it. "The gods have sent me back for vengeance, uncle." I said with an emotionless mien. "Ah yes, I hope the skills you've been honing were worthy of a vengeance. How can I assist you, my dear nephew?" Obviously teasing about my skills in arms.

"I demand a court of swords. A fight to the death." Everybody in the room tensed. "What." Aemond's face twitched. y/n shifted in my grasp uncomfortably. "You and me. No one else. If I kill you, you'll die. If you kill me, you'll get y/n." Making my point clear. Aemond stood up from his seat and started pacing back and forth, pretending to be considering my request. He stopped his pacing. "Deal." His head snapped to me, giving me a murderous look.

While he slowly walks down from the dais, away from his precious throne, one of the kingsguard escorted y/n away from me. She gave me a tight squeeze of my hand before I let go of her wrists, unsure what it meant. Good luck? Aemond is too good for you? The others walked away from the center, making space for the fight. We came face to face at the center, staring at each other from opposite sides.

"Any last words?" The regent chuckled. "Go to seven hells." I replied. I heard y/n coughed. Within a dozen heartbeats, Aemond's sword came down from above. I blocked the overhead strike that will likely deeply injure me if I didn't deflect it. After a series of attacks, Aemond scowled. Not expecting that I'm still standing. Smiling, a new surge of energy coursed through my body. I fight my way for vengeance.

Reader's POV

I stand in one corner, witnessing the scene unfolding before me. One is my brother. One is my lover. I didn't want to lose either of them. Lucerys seems to be under control, attacking and counterattacking the whole time. He suddenly slipped into Aemond's guard and a thin line formed at my brother's thigh. Blood dripped from it.

Brother looked up from his injured thigh and started bombarding a whirlwind of attacks toward Luke. Anger rose within him. Luke tried to parry all the blows but one had slashed him across his shoulder, causing him to stagger. Aemond continued his furious assaults without giving Luke a moment of respite. I can see the energy that seems to course through him was gradually seeping away.

Before he can regain his previous confidence, Aemond sliced another cut at his sword arm. He swung his sword desperately at Aemond, trying to do some damage to my brother to no avail. His sword arm was injured. He can't fight. He's faltering. I need to do something.

My brother raised his sword, ready to strike diagonally at Luke. For a second, Luke gripped his sword two-handed, trying to heft it. It lifted, but I know that it won't make it in time to deflect the upcoming blow. I am aware of the amount of force Aemond is building up for that specific attack.

Before the sword landed upon Luke, I hurtled myself towards the fighting ground. I heard my uncle yelling. And then the kingsguards and councilors. My back facing Aemond, the blade came down from above and slashed a long cut across my back. I dropped to one knee and yelped.

Three wounds in one night. Given by two people I love. The boys' eyes widened at the sight. The fighting ceased, Aemond was transfixed by the affliction he caused upon me. "Please, I beg both of you to end this feud." I said. Elsewhere I heard my uncle ordering someone to summon a maester.

The once sweet boy came to me, swords trailing behind him. He dropped to the floor beside me, putting his sword down and arms wrapping around me. "Why?" He said, his eyes brimming with tears, but he forced it not to pour out. "Se ra gaoman syt jorrāelagon (The things I do for love)" I beamed weakly.

Then tears fell from his face, dropping into mine. He pressed his forehead against mine. His curly hair prickled me, but I didn't care much about that. I miss his hugs. I can feel the wetness soaking my back. I can get a whiff of the metallic tang of blood. I am exhausted. I fell asleep in the arms of Lucerys Velaryon.

Epilogue (Reader's POV)

I opened my eyes groggily, looking around my bedchamber. Sunlight filtered through the window filling the room with warmth. Luke sat on the bed. I used my elbow to raise myself into a sitting position, he gave me some assistance. I can feel the bandages wrapped around my torso, probably done by the maester.

We stared at each other for a long moment before he smiled. He smiled! Such a wondrous thing! After that, he gave me a gentle peck on the lips, which I did not expect. A faint blush materialized on my cheeks and he indulged in that.

He told me of Arrax's sacrifice, how he was rescued by a fisher family from the shore, his life after he joined the assassin guild, and how he didn't reacquaint himself with his family and watched them from afar whenever he was at Dragonstone. He does love his family. I listened to him intently.

He told me that he would leave me soon, that this is no place for an assassin. "We could fake my death. I want to be with you, away from war and court intrigues. Kill me." I demanded. Lucerys smirked.

#lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon x y/n #lucerys velaryon #hotd fic #hotd x reader #lucerys velaryon one shot #hotd one shot #lucerys velaryon imagine

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enchanting-eloquence · 2 years

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Competition part 2 (Bradley Bradshaw)

Summary: You and Rooster have been dating for a little while when he invites you to visit him on base. But it’s only part with through your hot reunion that you realise the couple next door had the same idea. Pure. Smut. (Shock!)

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Author notes: Thank you so much for reading! All comments, likes or shares would be massively well received, thank you! This is my first time writing for Rooster so… see what you think? Also, now some part of my sick brain really wants to write a part three, but can’t decide which way that would go. This also hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for any mistakes!

Warnings: Porn with a little plot, minors do not engage there is nothing for you here! Voyeurism, bad language, unprotected sex (be safe kids!), fingering, oral, m/f sex, some degradation. Tell me if I've missed anything.

Part 1 here

Competition part 2

Family day. It seemed like a weird place to be for a guy you’d only been out with a handful of times. But growing up on the island you’d always wanted to see inside the legendary Top Gun, so when Rooster interspersed your regular flirtatious texts with an invitation, who were you to turn it down? But now, as you stood there alone amidst a sea of families and partners making small talk with one another, you felt more than a little out of place.

Until he walked through the door, taller than you remembered, broad shoulders filling out the khaki uniform even better than those Hawaiian shirts he insisted on wearing. You knew the moment he spotted you, his eyes narrowing as they travelled down your body and back up again while he strode purposefully towards you.

He planted a kiss on your cheek and leaned into your ear. “Fuck kitten, did you get hotter?”

His hand came to your waist as he spoke, pulling you in until you felt his warm, tight body press against yours. You bit back a whimper, even as he stepped back and took his place next to you, his fingers beginning to draw teasing circles under the hem of your shirt while you struggled to concentrate.

When the speech was over, he dipped his head to your ear. “What do you say we have a private tour before the day gets started?” You simply nodded, not trusting your voice, and before you knew it, he was leading you by the hand through the crowd of people and down an official looking corridor.

Rooster had always made your time together exciting. But this? Having him drag you at top speed through the base as though getting you alone was a matter of national security? It was enough to have heat gathering between your legs even while you walked.

Reaching a door numbered 22, Rooster pulled you into a sparsely furnished bedroom that smelled strongly of the lime shower gel you knew he favoured. He locked the door behind him and took three steps towards you, licking his lips as he reached out to toy with the buttons on your shirt.

“Thought I’d wear your favourite.” You murmured, your low voice sounding much more confident than you felt.

Brow furrowed in concentration as his deep brown eyes met yours, he drew a finger up your stomach.

“You forgot they’re my favourite because I like to tear the buttons off. Guess I can’t do that today, huh?”

You grinned and pushed him towards the bed. “Definitely not lieutenant Bradshaw, can’t have anyone think I’ve been fucking you in here like some navy slut, can we?”

Rooster bit back a growl and looked down at you with a smirk, porn star moustache dancing on his top lip. “Babe, what I’m planning to do with you they won’t need to think it, they’ll be able to hear it.”

In a second he was on the bed, the wood of it thudding against the wall hard enough to make you giggle. It was only a moment though before he was pulling you into his lap, forcing his thigh between your legs hard enough to elicit a moan. The two of you were a red-hot tangle of fingers and lips, kissing as though it was the only way to breathe and clawing at each other’s shirts and belts in your desperation to touch more bare flesh. Things between you were still new enough that physical contact felt thrilling, and after three weeks of nothing but text sex there was a fire inside you both desperate to be quelled.

Your shirt falling loose, Rooster groaned and reached out to grab your breasts in his big hands, rubbing the calloused skin against your nipples until they began to harden through the fabric of your bra. As his touch deepened, he shifted beneath you, his thigh pressing harder and finding you ready, wet and waiting as you arched your back and moaned.

“Wet for me already kitten?”

You moved your mouth back to his, sinking your teeth into his lower lip as you snuck a hand down to his crotch and into his pants.

“Hard for me already Roos?”

He groaned. “Been hard for you all week babe, thinking of the last time I saw you.”

You grinned at the memory of the first time he’d stayed at your place, and lifted just far enough to tug his thick, hard cock from inside his trousers. “That fucking desperate for me huh?”

Never taking your eyes from his, you stood, removing your own pants and underwear completely before moving back down again. Staring steadily at him, you brought one finger to his tip, swiping away the drop of pre-cum that had already begun to form there before bringing it up to your mouth and sucking deeply.

“And so dirty for me.” He whispered, as you lifted yourself higher on your legs and stared questioningly into his eyes.

Rooster nodded, and gripped your hips, pulling you forward until your entrance was positioned right above his tip. He stared down at his own cock as your hand moved steadily up and down it. “I’m ready when you are babe.”

With a deep breath you lowered yourself down on him, taking it slowly as you allowed him to stretch out your your pussy. His fingers tightened, but he didn’t force, only allowed you to keep moving slowly - painfully slowly - and then pause for a moment once he was balls deep within you.

After a second, you fisted your hand in his short brown curls and pulled his face to yours, kissing him as you began to bounce on his cock.

Rooster gasped and thrust back up to meet you with every bounce, your tongues dancing together as he ground into the deepest and most sensitive parts of you, making you clench around him.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, arching his back away from you to deepen the angle as the two of you continued to move together in a heady mix of whispered curses and squeaking bedsprings.

“So tight,” he hissed, nails digging into your thighs. “So fucking tight for me.”

“Been waiting for you Rooster, waiting for you to get back and fill me up.”

He groaned softly and let out a gentle laugh. “That’s gonna happen far too soon if you don’t stop kitten. Let me make you feel good huh?”

Before you could respond he’d lifted you and flipped you onto your back, pressing his hand between your legs as he began to kiss your neck. You murmured softly, only to jolt when you heard a female voice respond.

Rooster obviously heard it too. His face lifting up to stare at the wall beside you as the voice became louder.

“Jake. So good. Fuck.”

“What the fuck?” You asked quietly.

In response he only chuckled. “I’d say Hangman’s having a reunion of his own…”

Next door, the woman screamed and your eyes widened. “Sounds like their reunion’s going very well.”

“Oh and ours isn’t?” Rooster asked, a laugh dancing in his eyes.

You shrugged. “All I’m saying is that you haven’t made me scream like that?”

This time it was his teeth that came to your throat, scraping down the soft skin there and following the trail of his fingers as they came down to twist one nipple hard enough make you hiss. You felt the pleasure begin to swell in your core and found yourself shuddering as he pulled away to blow cold air on your hot, hard peaks, while moving two fingers down to push your panties aside. He gazed down at your uncovered pussy and hummed.

“Oh kitten, such a wet, sticky pussy for me. Does she want to be touched?”

You nodded mutely, your breath coming in rapid pants as his mouth made its way down your front, the rough line of hair above his top lip scratching deliciously as he kissed over his belly, distracting you for just a second from the sensation of his broad fingers as they circled your cunt again and again. The pleasure tightened in your stomach, a rubber band that seemed to need only the slightest flick before it would snap.

“Inside. Please.”

You felt him smirk against your stomach as he moved just the pads of two fingers inside you, allowing them to dance around the sensitive skin just inside your opening. It was almost enough. Shamefully just the touch of his fingers upon you, of his mouth against you was almost enough. But still, you needed more.

“Rooster deeper, I need it.”

And with that he answered, plunging two fingers deep inside you and curling them until he elicited a loud whine from you as your hips rose off the bed. His fingers were merciless, crashing against the most sensitive spot within you over and over again at you whimpered, hot wetness flooding into you as your pleasure began to overtake you.

But just as you reached the edge he pulled back, retreating until his fingertips were the only contact you had, and fixing those eyes sternly on you.

“If you’re gonna come on my fingers, you can call me by my name.” He smirked. “And loud enough that they know how good I’m doing it kitten.”

Your breath shook as you raised your voice, pulse racing against your chest. “Bradley. Now. Please.”

This time there was no pause, no question. Only his fingers so deep in you that you whined out loud, and the white-hot explosion of your pleasure that had you seeing stars behind your eyelids as you gushed all over his palm.

“Fuck y/n, I’d forgotten how hot that was,” he murmured, continuing to finger fuck you through the tail end of your orgasm before moving his mouth between your legs to suck the juices from your pussy lips while you whimpered. When he was good and done he crawled back up the bed and held two wet fingers to your lips.

“Gonna clean yourself up kitten?” You took his fingers greedily into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and sucking them right down to the back of your throat as you began to bob your head back and forth. Laughing breathily, Bradley pulled them back and positioned himself between your legs. “Don’t get me too excited, I need another round on this pussy before you start using that dirty mouth on me.”

As he slid inside you, there was a thud against the wall next door, followed by another and a third, picking up a slow, steady rhythm. You looked to Bradley’s face, firmly expecting him to be angry, but instead his tongue was tracing along his upper lip as he leaned down and pushed himself into your now gaping wet hole slowly.

Through the wall, you heard a female voice clearly demand, “Fuck. Me.” It was followed by loud thuds, faster and firmer than they had been before, and you couldn’t help but notice that Bradley’s thrusts had sped up too… You gripped his arms and pushed him back slightly, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you fucking me in time with them?”

Next door, you heard a scream, and felt him twitch within you as you chuckled lowly.

“Oh Rooster,” you murmured. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? Hearing them fuck right through the wall from us?” You moved your hips gently and felt him shudder.

He scoffed lightly, but as the hum of voices sounded again, you saw his cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. “Who knew you liked to listen so much, huh?” You flicked a tongue over his ear. “Or is it just because it’s them? Do you like listening to them….” You circled your hips and he drew a sharp intake of breath. “Wanting to know if you’re better in bed? Is that it?”

The grin that broke across Bradley’s face was slow but broad, lifting the corner of his eyes and making the long scar on his cheek dance.

“Oh I was right!” You murmured. “You want to know you’re a better lay than Hangman.” You pressed your hands against his chest and rolled as he allowed you to pin you in place.

“Maybe you do need to hook up with some navy slut huh? Someone who can let you compare?”

He watched you hungrily as you began to crawl down his body, pressing your soaking heat against him in to leave a wet trail until you were face-to-face with his thick, dripping length. You kept your eyes on his as you gripped his cock, biting your lower lip while you stroked once, twice, three times.

“I can’t compare,” you told him, licking your lips. “But I can show you just how good you make me feel; make you feel that good too.”

Rooster threw back his head and groaned loudly, spurring you on to sink your lips over his shaft.

You took him all the way in until his head hit the back of your throat and you swallowed, all too conscious of the extra pressure it would put on his already twitching member. With a stretch and a poor gag reflex you could fit the whole of him down your throat, leaving your nose nestled against the trimmed patch of dark curls at his base, but God the man was thick, thick enough that your jaw was already aching from stretching to fit around him, aching all the more as you began to bob your head back and forth while tonguing at the underside of his dick in your mouth.

He shook his head as he looked down at you, a stream of whispered obscenities springing from his lips while you gazed up at him, doe eyed even as you continued to swallow his cock, saliva running down your chin.

After a couple of minutes,you could take it no longer and pulled back, taking his dick in your hand as you pulled it from your lips, licking up the trail of saliva and pre-cum that stretched between you.

“Like it honey? When I swallow your dick like that does it distract you from listening to them fuck?”

Bradley’s eyes narrowed and he pulled your hair into a messy ponytail, before moving your head back towards his dick. Before getting back to the blow job though you grinned.

“Or maybe you just want my mouth busy enough that I won’t talk over them? Busy enough that you can hear them fucking nice and clear while I get you off?”

It was all he needed, gripping his cock and pushing your mouth onto it as you whined.

“Suck me,” he whispered, his voice picking up volume as you continued. “That’s it, you dirty, dirty girl.”

In a matter of seconds his eyes were practically rolling back in his head. Taking that as a good sign, you doubled your efforts, only to feel a hand grip your hair and pull you upwards.

“Too much,” he muttered, jaw set and eyes dark. “Need to be in you.”

Climbing to his knees, Bradley pulled you up with him and crushed his lips against his at the same moment he brought the knuckle of one finger to your clit. As you began to whimper, you heard the thuds resume through the wall and saw him pull away - eyebrow raised.

“Want to listen honey?” You asked.

“Fuck no,” he rasped, pushing you back against the offending wall and shifting against you, one knee remaining on the bed and the other bent for leverage. “Want them to hear.”

He dragged your legs around his waist and pulled one of your arms around his neck, pushing himself into you at the perfect angle while you clung on desperately and tried to move against him.

“Can’t move.” You murmured.

But he only grinned that slow, cocky smile and returned his rough knuckle to your clit as he fucked you in ways you’d never known you needed.

Your head knocked against the wall at the same pace as the bed, a quick pain each time. But the pleasure everywhere else in your body was too much to even think of complaining. You were entirely at his mercy, clinging on for balance with three limbs while the fourth rubbed frantically at your clit in a desperate bid for release, control, more pleasure - you had no idea. All you knew was him, fucking into you with slow, hard thrusts that made your insides quiver and clench around him. You flicked out your tongue to lick his lips and he grinned again, opening his mouth to allow your tongue access, but barely kissing you back - only panting your name as he fucked deeper and deeper into you.

You felt his hips stutter and he slowed for a moment. “Want me to pull out or are we good?”

“Fuck no, we’re good.”

With that he began to kiss you - a fiery mess of tongue as those dark brown eyes fixed on yours and you felt him fuck faster and faster into you, the bed springs screaming for relief but doing little to drown out the filthy noises from your pussy.

“Rooster,” you panted, the tension within you unbearable.

“Say it louder kitten, want them to hear you.”

It was too much, way good much. And you found yourself calling his name like a prayer as you fell apart, heard his moan in reply as he twitched and spurted within you, then groaned softly as his spent, sweaty body fell against yours.

You barely registered the thuds from the room next door. And by the time you heard a distinctly male shout followed by a scream, Bradley was already kissing you again, lifting you into his arms to lay you down on the bed and mate his mouth to yours as you both came back to Earth.

“Well,” you murmured a few minutes later, your head pillowed sleepily on his chest. “Guess the whole base will think I’m just another navy slut now, huh?”

He stroked a hand down your hair and chuckled softly. “I can’t promise they won’t know exactly what we were doing in here. But that doesn’t mean they’ll think you’re a navy slut.”

You lifted your head and raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh come on, what else will they think? I bet you’ve brought stacks of girls in here over the years.”

Bradley held up his free hand, blushing slightly as I spoke. “You would be the first. Until you showed up wearing that damned shirt I was planning a nice romantic day - introduce you to everyone, maybe even introduce you as my girlfriend.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Oh is that right?”

He planted a chaste kiss on your forehead, blushing like a schoolboy. “Would it have been ok if it was?”

With a cheeky grin you snuggled back down into his chest. “How can I say no to the best lay in Top Gun?”

#top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun maverick smut #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #rooster x reader #rooster smut #rooster x y/n #rooster x f!reader #bradley bradshaw

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ya-zz · 1 year

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I absolutely love your works! ‘‘Twas wondering if you could do a Rama piece on his approach to seeing his partners SH scars?? Or something similar anyway!! The way you write him is so good, like he’s a lot more caring! Soft Rama is a good Rama!

OMG HELLO HI THANK YOU!!! ;u;

I won't lie, I've been thinking about something similar to this ask for awhile but never really got around to actually doing it, so here we go!

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Wordcount: - 976

He hadn’t seen you all day again, and normally he wouldn’t mind, but it had been nearly a week since he had last seen you, and a part of him was growing concerned with each passing day.

Of course, everyone had their own lives and were free to do what they wanted, but to not see your face around for nearly a week troubled him. There was nothing said before you vanished, and nobody else on base seemed to notice either, only when Ramattra asked around for you, did the others realise you were missing.

Although he disliked many humans, he had grown fond of you, and being around you warmed his circuitry more than any other being, which only pained him more when you were absent.

Another day passed and suddenly you were there, talking as if you hadn't been missing for a week. Nothing had changed with you, your smile was the same, your bubbly laugh never changed and nobody else seemed to realise what you were hiding.

Ramattra clocked on almost instantly. While the others didn't realise, he saw the slight shift in your tone, the hesitant movements with your body. He wanted to pull you to the side and ask if things were ok, but he knew that would only draw attention to him and you, so he waited.

The conversation seemed to drag on far more than what Ramattra would've liked, but when you spoke up saying you had something to do and that you had to leave, he saw his chance.

"I will walk with you." He said, voice low, almost comforting as he stood by your side.

You look up at him, a gentle smile on your face as you start walking. "Thank you."

He waited until you both left the room, out of earshot from the others. "You were gone for some time. Is everything ok?"

"Everything's fine."

Ramattra noticed the change in tone instantly, a slight worry washing over him.

"I am here if you need to talk. I know I may not be the best of omnics to talk to, but my offer is there." He cocked his head to the side as he spoke, following behind you.

"I appreciate that." You pull out your key card for your room, the movement pushing your sleeve up, revealing fresh cuts.

As you tap the card against the system, the door unlocks. Ramattra notices your arm, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"What happened?"

"What?" You turn and look at him.

"Your arm."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"It's nothing."

"It does not look like nothing." He squeezed your shoulder, hoping to reassure you. "There is no judgement."

"It's-"

"[y/n]." His tone shifted to something more stern.

You step back, shaking his hand off from your shoulder as you stepped into your room.

"Are you hurting yourself?" He followed you inside. He watched as you moved around room, avoiding him and his question.

"[y/n]. Answer me."

"I don't owe you an answer." You kept your distance from him.

"Do you not trust me?"

"That's not what I said."

"Talk to me." He took a step forward.

"I'm fine."

"You are clearly not fine." He closed the distance and wrapped his arms around your body, embracing you tightly.

You tried to pull away, but he was far stronger than you. Eventually, after a few seconds of struggling, you give in, letting him hold you.

"Talk to me." He repeated, his hand slowly moves up and down your back. "Do not say it is nothing, when it is everything otherwise."

Your body relaxes against him, and he feels this, a silent sigh escaping him.

"I don't want to talk about it right now..." You say, cheek pressed against his chest as your arms slowly move up to hold him.

"Then, at least let me care for your wounds." His tone was gentle as he spoke. "Please."

You nod against him, pulling back.

"Sit." He commanded as he went into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

You sat on the edge of the bed, arms itching.

Ramattra returned a few seconds later and knelt down in front of you. His hands gently rolled your sleeves up, his head tilting to the side as he grabbed some antiseptic wipes.

You remained silent, not looking at him. He was gentle with you, a starking contrast to his usual demeanour around everyone else.

There was a slight sting as he wiped the cuts from dried blood. He noticed the older scars underneath, tilting his head back up to look at you.

"This has been happening for awhile?" His voice was low as he began wrapping your arm with a bandage.

"Yeah..." You look back at him, a sadness in your eyes. "Way before I joined."

"I am sorry."

His words took you by surprise before you smiled gently at him, shaking your head. "Don't be."

He spoke out as he tied the bandage around your arm. "My offer still stands. Talk to me when you are ready." Ramattra gently rubbed his thumb across your hand.

"Thank you..." You smile at him again before looking at his sloppy attempt in wrapping the bandage. A small laugh escaped your throat.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing... Thank you... For caring about me..." You bring your free hand up to his cheek, gently caressing the purple metal.

"Anytime." Ramattra leaned into the touch, a warmth spreading through his chassis.

The worry still lingered inside of him as he looked at you from under his face plate, his eyes glowing a soft yellow as the lights on his forehead flickered. He wanted nothing more than to see you happy and it pained him deeply to see you hurt. His hand never left yours as his thumb rubbed over the softness of your skin.

"I will always be here."

#overwatch #ramattra x reader #ramattra #fanfic #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch ramattra #ow #ramattra fanfic #ramattra x you #gender neutral reader #reader #TW #TW self harm #SH #self harm #yazzfics

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mamunches · 9 months

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eating your art

seriously it’s so good

if you’d like can you tell me about your OCs? I love their outfits, they look very cute together

hi, thank you so much! i'd love to talk about mine and my friends ocs _(:△」∠)_

yoco (fox mask) belongs to my friend, while izel (goggles) belongs to me! the two are in a relationship and they are overall very sweet. though, most of the information i can provide will be on izel! yoco is still being worked on lol

wave of text incoming!

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at heart, izel is a charming and selfless person who wants nothing more than to share his happiness with the people around him.

izel can be described as a lot of things; energetic, blunt, clumsy, annoying, or even carefree. despite this variety of different traits, he always strives to be the best person he can be for others. he will always and only wish the best for other people, in hopes that they'll never have to go through what he has experienced all his life. though, this selflessness and sense of hope continuously leads him into unwanted situations, leaving him more scarred than before.

because of his view on trust being so broken, he forever stays stuck in a loop of trying to chase after people who leave him with greater sorrow in his heart; with yoco being the only exception.

yoco is the only person izel knows he can put his trust into completely. from an outsider's perspective, it may just seem like him and yoco are a typical lovey-dovey couple, but their relationship is built off of so much care for eachother.

izel is particularly clingy when it comes to yoco, constantly being overly caring as well as affectionate towards him. he never misses any chance he has to show yoco his love for him, whether it's just the two of them in private, or surrounded by strangers.

whenever izel has any sort of big outburst or meltdown, his immediate response is to run and hide in secluded areas to escape from people and to keep to himself. despite his urge to hide away and break down alone, he'll always call out to yoco if he ever realises that he's being searched for by him.

at the end of the day, izel is a guy who struggles from familial trauma, and is learning each day how to overcome these personal issues that have been stuck to him ever since he was a child. thankfully, he's slowly getting better.

present day, izel somehow ended up with the job of guiding lost stars as well as children of the light to where they need to be. quite an interesting task for a boy who can barely fly straight, but he surprisingly does his job well. izel tends to be quite playful and teasing towards others, but never means any harm to them.

although fairly hard working whenever tasked, you can often find him slacking off or getting distracted by small things. however, when a situation demands seriousness, izel will adapt accordingly and turn out to appear rather cold and ruthless. though, in the presence of his beloved, he will turn out to be charmingly flirtatious and affectionate.

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that's basically all i've got for now, description wise at least! i've written their backstories as well as some regular pieces for them but i'll keep them private for nooow.. hopefully this is formatted fine and isn't too much!

hoping to draw them more and commission pieces for these two some day, i love the both of them very much :') ❤️

#asks #oc #writing

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cult-of-the-eye · 2 months

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Me coming to your inbox to ask about your horror comics like

FUCK YEAH!!!

ok pov you see me, in need of some good sustenance during the tmagp hiatus, in a unbecoming fit of nostalgia, i redownload webtoon.

webtoon reminds me of the days when things were simpler, when i didn't know what arc sin was let alone the fact that i would have to be able to draw it one day. but i've changed since then, the cutesy romances i was super into don't interest me as much anymore so what do i do? i start in the horror/thriller section.

ok so there are 3 that have gripped my brain and refuse to let go

(major spoilers obvs, tw for mentions of rape, sexual assault, violence, mental health issues, mental hospitals)

Silent Screams:

oh my GOD

this was nothing like i thought this would be

like the description thingy was giving finding a way out of being kidnapped vibes

but in reality it was SO MUCH DEEPER THAN THAT

i didn't realise it would be set in like the 19th century, so that was another cool thing as well

basically there's this guy named theo

he has really bad anger issues and he's super attached to his mum (✨mommy issues✨)

we find out that his mum got raped when she was 14 and had theo as a result, so they spent most of their lives struggling to get by

on top of that, the mum has some kind of chronic illness

theo is insanely protective of his mum and suspicious of men, he regularly gets into fights, especially with his mum's best friend who he doesn't trust

then his mum meets and falls in love with a doctor, who seems to be quite sweet, little bit nervous, like his feelings for her are genuine

but it's clear that my bro has other stuff going on, he's got an assistant guy who keeps reminding him to "stay on task" etc etc

(it feels very manipulative, like the line between master and assistant has been blurred, the doctor thinks he's in charge and calling the shots but the assistant is subtly manipulating him to do what he wants while letting the doctor think he is still in charge)

but yeah, they get married and theo and his mum is shipped off to a wonderful new wealthy lifestyle

but theo hates this guy, he knows that he's making his mum happy for now but he just doesn't trust it, especially the fact that he's also the mum's doctor, he already has a lot of power over her

also the doctor makes it clear that theo's attitude must be improved, to fit into their new high society life

so we open with the day before theo's 19th birthday

he's scared away yet another tutor due to his bad attitude (even though he technically is getting high marks)

and his step dad (who he is forced to call father) is not happy with him

it's clear from the get go that the doctor HATES theo, this is very much not a good relationship and theo hates the doctor as well

the doctor thinks theo's attitude is hurting the mum, theo thinks the doctor is putting too much pressure on him and is causing a rift between him and his mum (again, mommy issues)

anyway, the doctor tells theo that the mum had gone to town for a day, which theo finds highly suspicious cause like 1. she's ill how would she do that by herself and 2. she wouldn't leave the day before theo's birthday

the next day, the mum still hasn't returned, theo is obviously devastated

the maid attempts to cheer him up, which sort of works before she goes to the doctor's study to clean

what does she find in the doctor's study? a secret passage way.

what happens to her directly after she finds said secret passage way? she is hit over the head with a lamp and killed

theo comes running to find the maid dead and also (say it with me folks) gets hit over the head with a lamp

but not killed

he wakes up chained to like a prison cell in the basement

he is not doing well

but at least he was right! the doctor was evil!

so theo finds out that his mum is dead and the doctor has something to do with that death

but also that the doctor blames theo for the mum's death

(we find out later that the doctor accidentally gives the mum the wrong dose of medicine, so she passes out and hits her head, bleeding to death. the assistant encourages him to blame theo cause theo and the doctor had had an argument beforehand, which must've caused him to be distracted right)

then, theo wakes up to find his vocal chords have been cut - he cannot scream or make any noise

he is terrified, but he realises that the doctor sort of does have some weird freudian attachment to him because theo looks so much like the mum

so every night he whistles the tune that his mum used to play and the doctor sits in front of the cage and listens

one day he goes to wake up theo but can't so he panics and does what?

kisses him

HUH??? i hear you say. WHAT? and i agree

he then nearly sexually assaults him, until he flashes back to his own dad sexually assaulting him and is like OH WHAT THE FUCK WAS I ABOUT TO DO

(freud would have a FIELD DAY)

and then the assistant is like bro what about our work stop being weird about ur stepson

and then he's like oh yeah

so he sedates theo and then gives him a lobotomy

however, theo wakes up midway through the surgery, so it doesn't work

it turns out they wanted to make a human puppet that they could experiment on for medical reasons

as it happens, theo is normal for some of the time, but other times turns into a mindless puppet

the doctor is very annoyed and goes back to blaming him for the mum's death

and thus, ships him off to a mental hospital.

and that's where i got up to so far

#do you get it #do you see why i am brainrotting over it #it is so twisted and messed up #but in such an addictive way #i just #AHHHH #i'll tell you about the rest in a different post cause this was way longer than i thought it would be #hehe #thanks for asking <3333 #love u forever #answered asks #horror comics

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robynrocksforbrains · 1 year

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Anger is not the antithesis of goodness.

We all agree that Will is good. He is an incredible person that has chosen goodness time and time again. He is the opposite of Henry for this reason. People are not wrong to draw comparisons between them. The show has given them parallels for a reason. To emphasize their similarities, and make us aware of their main difference. Henry chose hate. Will chose love. Henry continues to choose hate. Will continues to choose love.

This goodness that Will has deserves to be recognized. I love that it is recognized. But an unfortunate side-effect of that has been people getting this idea that Will being angry, expressing anger, and being fueled by anger would somehow negate this goodness. I'm not saying everyone thinks this, but I've seen enough of it to know that a lot of people do. I think this comes from an extreme misunderstanding of what anger is. Which is why I say anger is not the antithesis of goodness.

Anger is most often seen as a negative emotion. Can it be negative? Absolutely. I won't deny that. But it is not inherently bad. This misconception about anger results in a few ideas for Will in s5. The most common of which I've seen have been:

Will is going to have a villain arc. / Wanting Will to have a villain arc.

Will cannot express any anger at all in s5 because then he Will be just as bad as the villain, and he's supposed to be good.

I wanna unpack these, and then I wanna talk a little about anger in general and why it is integral to his arc. And a little about the insanely unrealistic standards people put on him.

"Will is going to have a villain arc" / "I want Will to have a villain arc"

This prediction/want recognizes Will's anger, while dismissing his goodness. Because so many people believe that anger negates goodness.

Will is angry. Why wouldn't he be? When he expresses that anger, he will become a villain because anger is bad. Because his anger will blind him and he will use it to hurt people that do not deserve it.

At its core, that's what this prediction is. Most people that say they want Will to have a villain arc, or that they think he will have one are not saying it as a means to hate on him. Most people that say this are Will stans (as I've noticed). These are people that have a good understanding of Will but not a good understanding of anger. They know that will deserves to express his anger, and they want to see it happen. But they think that means a villain arc is unavoidable. So I will say it again. Anger is not the antithesis of goodness. Will can express is anger (trust me, there's a lot of it) and still be good.

"Will expressing his anger would make him a villain, and therefore he shouldn't express his anger. Because it would be out of character."

This is on the opposite side of the spectrum. This is a recognition of Will's goodness, while dismissing his anger and his right to express it. These people don't want him to express it because they believe it would negate that goodness and ruin his characterization.

Anger is bad. Will is good. Will being angry and expressing anger would be out of character.

Once again, a good understanding of Will and a poor understanding of anger

On anger in general

So when I say anger is not the antithesis of goodness, what do I mean?

Side note: I'm talking about anger that has a damn good reason. I'm not talking about petty or misplaced anger here.

I'm a person that has struggled with a lot of anger. I felt a lot of guilt because of that. Because for so long I believed the lie that anger is inherently bad. But then one day I read that anger is the part of you that knows you deserve better. That changed everything for me. It changed my relationship with anger; it helped me start to heal it. I don't feel guilty for anger anymore, unless I slip up and express it in a way that is unhealthy. It's easier to control how I express it now that I don't hate myself for feeling it. Before I was able to develop a healthier relationship with my anger, it was self-destructive. My anger was telling me over and over that I deserved better, but I didn't understand that's what it was telling me. So I used my anger against myself, because I thought I shouldn't have felt it with that much intensity in the first place. Not only is it an emotion, it's also a tool. And it's a good one when used properly, and with the correct motivation. My anger has gotten me out of bad situations. It has pushed me to demand better for myself. It has helped me recover from trauma. I had to learn that it was not my enemy. It did not make me bad. Once I learned that, it stopped being destructive. I could certainly use it to do some damage, and I have (rage rooms are a wonderful thing). But destructive hasn't been the default for a long time now, because I just listen to it. I used to see it as a bad thing, because I thought that anger and goodness couldn't coexist. But now I know that is wrong.

Why anger is integral to Will's arc

So what does this have to do with Will? Why do I say that it's integral to his arc?

s2 is when Will starts to really develop as a character. In s1 we only got to know him through flashbacks and what the other characters say about him. But s2 is when we finally get to really know him. Unfortunately, we don't get to know the kid he was before the UD, and we never will. The Will we're getting to know now is not the same Will that stole our hearts in the five minutes of screentime he had in the first episode of the show. We're getting to know a kid who, only a year ago, had his childhood ripped away from him. He is angry about that. He doesn't express it much, but we get a glimpse of it when he (slightly) lashes out at Jonathan in the "who wants to be normal" scene. And then we get another glimpse of it right before he gets possessed. When he's screaming at the mind flayer to go away. Yes, that was fear, but you cannot tell me it wasn't anger as well. And then that's it. That's all we see of HIS anger. But when he's possessed he is a vessel for who we now know was Henry, and he is used as a weapon to exact revenge. Henry is angry, he uses Will to express it. Anger is well established as a pillar of Will's arc. Before he's possessed, he lashes out at his brother, and he screams at the mind flayer. That's his anger. He tries his best to be the same sweet kid he was before, but he is so angry and he has every right to be. But then when he's possessed, Vecna uses him to RAGE. He hurts people. He kills people. And while this is not Will's anger, he is the vessel for it. At this point, we don't know who Henry is, but they're already asking us to identify differences between Will and Henry. And that main difference remains the same from here on out. Will chooses love. Henry chooses hate.

(Another great example of this difference being brought to our attention: Will shows compassion to dart. He knows this creature is from the UD. He knows that it's probably a baby demogorgon. And still, he says "it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you". Because this is not the creature that hurt him. His anger does not lie with this specific creature. He doesn't seek revenge. Henry, on the other hand, uses Will to massacre the people at the lab. People that we're told had no involvement in the previous atrocities that the lab committed. These people are not the people that hurt Henry, they're a surrogate for Brenner and the other scientists. He takes revenge on them because, to him, it's better than nothing.)

Then in s3, his anger is still festering. He still hasn't expressed it, and he has more to be angry about than he did at the start of s2. He's angry about his abduction. He's angry about his possession and everything that came with it. He's angry about his sexuality. He's angry that it seems like everyone is moving forward while he feels stuck. His argument with Mike is the tipping point. This is when the anger boils over, and this is where we learn that Will hates himself. Because he could scream, and cry, and punch a tree or something. He could get it out of his system. And he does that, but he does it by destroying Castle Byers. He does it by destroying an extension of himself; a physical manifestation of his childhood. Will's anger became too much to bear, and instead of directing it at what hurt him, he directed it at himself. His anger is volatile and destructive, much like Henry's. But the only innocent person he uses it to hurt is himself.

Anger is the part of you that knows you deserve better. Will is extremely angry. His mind is screaming at him that he deserves better, and that he deserves to be happy, but he doesn't hear that part. He doesn't get the message. So he punishes himself.

In s4, Will is most definitely still angry. But it seems that his time away from Hawkins has given him the space he needed to learn to cope with it, and also to somewhat understand it. He starts to kinda get the message. He sticks up for himself a lot in episode two. Which, yeah he stuck up for himself in s3, but the way he did it was different than it is in s4. Him yelling at Mike was a result of him letting his anger simmer for a very long time. It was him boiling over. But his fight with Mike in s4e2 isn't him boiling over, we know what that looks like. This is him being angry in the moment, recognizing it, and expressing it immediately. This is his mind going "don't let him do that, you don't deserve that" and him listening. But his relationship with his anger is still fickle, because the next day he says "I deserved it" when Mike apologizes. And Mike says "you didn't deserve anything", affirming Will's anger from the previous day.

s4 Will is more mature. He still has a lot of healing to do, but it's obvious that he has made progress.

So where does this leave us for s5?

I believe that we're gonna see a lot of Will's anger in s5. A lot of unfiltered and unrestrained anger. Because he is going to boil over once again. He has been dealing with this shit since he was 12. It will not leave him alone. He just learned that a human man has been stalking him since he was 12. He is going to be rageful and that is not bad. Like I said earlier in this post, anger is more than an emotion. It's a tool, and it's a really good one. Will is going to be crucial to taking Henry down once and for all. We know this, s5 has been confirmed to be HIS season. They're not gonna kill Henry with love. If Will leads the charge, if Will is the one to kill Henry - even if he goes batshit fucking crazy doing it - he can still be good. Because let me remind you, Henry has killed many people, most notably many INNOCENT CHILDREN. He kidnapped and possessed Will. He killed Max. (Yes, El brought her back, but she did die). He manipulated El and has tried to kill her multiple times. He is not good. He cannot be. He is past the point of redemption. Will being angry, and letting that anger fuel him in the mission to take down Henry does not negate his goodness. If anything it elevates it.

"Will is a pacifist" you might say. And to that I would say:

Will isn't a paragon. He is not a paragon of goodness, or kindness, or pacifism, or love, or anything. He is a kid. He has been a kid this entire time. Him being kind to an innocent baby demogorgon does not mean he would have an issue with being violent toward a child murderer.

I don't know how exactly they're gonna have Will use his anger, but he will use it. Because he is a human and a child that has been through hell multiple times. He deserves to use his anger to hurt the person that did all of that to him. He deserves to use his anger to put an end to it.

If you think that he is going to be gentle and kind in the face of the man that has tormented him since he was 12, that's a little weird tbh.

He is angry because he knows he deserved none of what happened to him. His anger is fueled by love for his family and friends that have put their lives on the line for him. Guilt (however unwarranted) for what happened while he was possessed. And whether he recognizes it or not, love for the 12 year old boy that never truly left the UD.

Anger is not the antithesis of goodness. Anger can be good. And in this case, it is good.

Disclaimer: I'm not trying to say what I think SHOULD happen. I don't necessarily wanna see Will go batshit fucking crazy. But what I'm saying is if he did, he'd still be Will. I'm saying that none of this is black and white. And also, this is just my interpretation, everyone has a right to their own opinion :)

#byler #< target audience #will byers #will byers my beloved #let will byers be angry #idk what else to tag #will byers analysis #< i guess

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