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pochaccoups · 1 month

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cw — minors dni, gamer!wonwoo, fingering

wonu <3: Hi love

wonu <3: I’m gonna stream in a bit

you: does that mean u need me? :3

wonu <3: Yes please :)

Within seconds, the soft patter of your boyfriend’s footsteps down the hall comes to a stop outside your bedroom door. He opens it slowly with a soft smile on his face, slinking over to your shared bed where you lounge with an anime playing on your laptop.

A shiver of thrill runs down your back as the gleam in his dark eyes drinks you in, his pearly teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

While this pre-stream ‘ritual’ of his is technically for his own benefit that is him warming up his fingers to game, you also get an orgasm, sometimes two, out of it, so it’s a win-win for both of you. He’s conditioned you to look forward to stream days, though that’s not to say he doesn’t touch you—he does, as soon as you bat your lashes and ask him so sweetly. Still, he insists that it’s a way of getting you “involved in his career” or whatever. (He’s just trying to be a good, inclusive boyfriend. You can’t complain.)

A giggle comes bubbling out of you as he kneels on the edge of the bed and pulls you into him, holds you gently by the back of your head so he can guide your lips to his and kiss you sweetly, yet with enough fervour for a dull heat to begin pulsing between your legs.

When his tongue finds its way into your mouth, your brain switches off in an instant, your mind attuned to nothing but the way Wonwoo’s hands are so warm on your waist and how your mouth melts into his like you were put on this earth to kiss him.

With you putty in his hands after just a few seconds, he lowers you to the mattress once more. Your legs part instinctively so that he can slot himself in between them and teasingly press one of his thighs up against your clothed cunt.

You mewl when, along with his thigh, Wonwoo brings a hand between your legs and strokes you through your shorts. His touch is soft in a way that’s teasing, in a way that makes you buck your hips and ask for more when he hasn’t even gotten you naked yet.

“Needy girl,” he coos against your lips, pulling away to mouth at your neck whilst his fingers tease at your centre.

“You love it,” you say.

He chuckles, raising his eyebrows in amusement at your smugness. Truth be told, your neediness does in fact fulfil something deep within Wonwoo. Your begging strokes his ego just right, and the sounds you make when he gives into your pleas heal his soul.

“Want me to touch you?” he asks, toying with the band of your shorts as he settles into the spot next to you because he knows you like to curl into his embrace. His question is not just to hear you whine, it’s a reminder that this being a ritual doesn’t mean a thing if you don’t want him right now.

You, however, are greedy, and your boyfriend is hot.

“Pretty please,” you reply, your bottom lip jutting out subconsciously at him. Without wasting another second, Wonwoo’s hand dips past your shorts, past your panties, until it finds its way to your awaiting clit. His fingertips brush against it lightly, and behind his glasses his cat-like eyes are fixed on the way your mouth parts in a soft sigh at the contact.

He inches further down, swiping through your folds, along your slit where your arousal is already pooling. It should be embarrassing, but when Wonwoo looks at you with his v-shaped smile and pride gleaming in his eyes, you can’t feel anything but warmth—heat. All over your body and in your cheeks and especially where his fingers are prodding at your entrance.

“So wet from a kiss, baby?” he says, his fingertips growing wetter and wetter with your slick with every second that he doesn’t put them inside you.

“I get wet from you looking at me, Wonwoo,” you whine, rutting your hips as impatience stirs in your core, along with your desperate need, mingling together into a feverish dizziness that can only be cured by your pretty boyfriend’s pretty hand.

He laughs through his nose—so mean when he knows he’s got the upper hand. Then he remembers that, technically, you’re doing him a favour, and at long last two of his fingers dip into your awaiting hole, and your back arches, and you give a honeyed moan that’s full of content.

Wonwoo slides his long, slender fingers in all the way to his knuckles, curling them upwards into your sweet spot so good that you see stars for a second. He gazes upon your face that’s scrunched up in pleasure and starts to move his wrist, feeling his dick stir in his pants as you whine and toss your head back into his shoulder.

He’s not teasingly slow this time—far from it. He’s doing this to warm up, after all. Before you know it, he’s moving his entire arm as he drags his fingers back and forth, in and out of your dripping pussy with a slick, obscene sound.

“W-wonwoo, please,” you whimper, peering up with him with sparkly eyes.

“Hm?” is all he replies, but the way he’s grinning with a mixture of something like pride and awe shoots pangs of pleasure to your core.

“More,” you manage through a moan.

He obliges with a peck to your temple, angling his hand slightly, then the pad of his thumb is drawing rapid circles over your clit and your noises grow even louder, even needier.

“Fuck, Wonwoo!”

Your hands find the fabric of his hoodie and you cling to him, bucking your hips wildly while his fingers set fire to every last one of your veins.

“So good for me, baby,” he mutters, giving a soft groan of his own when your cunt clenches around his fingers at his words. He loves how predictable you are—you’ve never been immune to his sweet talk.

“Can you kiss me?” you ask, grasping fistfuls of his hoodie by now.

Without hesitation Wonwoo leans down and meets your lips, kissing you hard this time, sliding his tongue against yours like he’s trying to claim you, and you’d let him. Meanwhile, his fingers piston in and out of you with vigour, and you can’t imagine it getting any better until he pushes a third one past the ring of your hole, stretching you out even more deliciously than before.

Wonwoo pulls away just an inch from your face, staring intently at you as you pout. With resolve in his eyes, he brings his free hand to your mouth— he needs to warm up both hands of course— and it’s only when your glossy, puffy lips wrap absentmindedly around his middle and pointer fingers and suck that he realises how painfully hard he’s gotten.

Deep in your abdomen, a heat blooms and radiates outwards to every last inch of your limbs. It’s a winding coil that’s begging to snap, and Wonwoo can tell.

“Gonna cum?” he asks, his breath biting at your ear. His voice has fallen deeper somehow, so husky that it’s nearly a whisper.

“Mhm,” you reply, your moan muffled by the fingers in your mouth.

He starts to pump his fingers in and out of you with abandon and his keyboard skills come in clutch because before you can even process it, the coil deep inside you snaps.

“That’s it baby, cum for me,” he utters.

Wonwoo pulls his fingers out of your mouth and watches the bliss overcome your face, watches your eyes roll into the back of your head as a string of high-pitched moans falls from your lips. Your cunt clamps around his fingers, sloshing from how much slick gushes from your hole now, as he’s intent on fingering you until you come back down to earth.

When you do, and you’re left quivering with the aftershocks of your orgasm, Wonwoo drags his fingers out of you just to pop them in his own mouth and lick them clean, though he’s not as shameless about it as you.

“Gross,” you quip.

“Yeah? I’m sure it was gross,” he replies, grinning at you. He has the patience of a saint and also the gall of a demon.

You roll your eyes in feigned contempt. “Don’t you have a stream to do?”

“Yeah, but I also have a needy girlfriend who needs to be held after she cums. Do you want ramyeon?”

You melt instantaneously, your head drooping against his chest.

“Pretty please,” you say.

Anyone would assume he’s grovelling from the way he brings you ramyeon and strawberry milk and gummy bears and your favourite chips. You know it’s just because he loves you.

He’s also trying to make up for the fact that he’s ditching you for the next three hours.

#wonwoo smut #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #svt smut #seventeen smut #svt x reader #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo x you #svt x you #[୨୧] — starring: wonwoo

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vandalyssm · 2 months

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Theory: Merlin's Recent Publicity and its Correlation to a Possible Sequel/Revival/Reboot (+Eoin Macken's Pseudo Merlin Project)

'Ello. Fancied sharing my thoughts on recent developments regarding BBC's Merlin.

Fair, firm warning: I'm only sharing speculations and my personal opinions on the matter, and I do not advertise them as fact whatsoever. Consider them musings (or delusions, your choice). You can use this to further fuel your hope of the slim chance that this beloved show will see the light of day once again or maybe make theories of your own. Dispelling it is also an option, as I cannot assure my arguments would be free from flaws.

Right. Without further ado...

Revival of the Official Merlin Twitter Account

Let's put this into scenario.

Imagine a dated piece of media, previously well-known worldwide and had its own golden age for a time. This media launched the last of its contents over a decade ago, yet it gained a loyal, devoted following that persisted to grow and continued the legacy of the franchise over the years. Though there were highs and lows, the community remained alive for an impressive amount of time, steadily producing art, fiction, and creations dedicated to the media, despite not having anything new to work with. This devotion is acknowledged by those from an outsider's perspective, including the creators of this media (cast, staff, and distributors alike).

To put into context, the community was left unsatisfied with how the media ended, and many wished for the media to return. Articles were written, petitions were signed, comments left on the cast' social media accounts, and even questions were asked directly to them. Although different in wording, the inquired notion remained the same: Will there be a possibility of a sequel/revival/return/reboot? The answers range from a neutral, vague reply to a more resounding no.

This cycle persisted, but the people were immovable; they were visionaries and their dream lived on in their hearts. And this did not go unnoticed.

So it continued... until one of the media's social accounts made a sudden return. Out of nowhere, without a warning. They're back for good, the account announced. It sent the community into a frenzy. But if you took a step back from the excitement, you'd notice that it's strange. Why would a media ended over a decade ago suddenly be promoted again?

Now, I'm going to explore two possibilities; pragmatic and idealistic. The previous hypothetical scenario lays the general principal of Merlin's relevance (duh).

I'll make the pragmatic perspective brief. FremantleMedia saw the opportunity to make some bucks from Merlin because of the loyal fanbase, using a no-cost yet effective method to keep us tuned in; hoping. OMG, what does this mean? Does this mean they're going make a sequel?! Holy shit, they're teasing us, aren't they? I can't believe this is happening, it's a dream come true! And so on and so forth. Evidently, it works and numbers are growing. The official Merlin twitter account is racking up more followers and likes with each post. In this possibility, there's no such thing as a sequel/whatever it is the fanbase hopes for; just a reanimated corpse doing the same silly tap dance while we holler at it, dumbly hoping that they bust out new moves.

Now, the fun part. The idealistic version!

I'm going to use a real life example for my theory: the upcoming release of Dragon's Dogma 2. With a quick Google search, you can learn that Dragon's Dogma 2 is the highly awaited sequel for its well-liked predecessor, Dragon's Dogma.

For some time, Dragon's Dogma was on sale on Steam (with a decent cut too). This was done to gain the attention of...

1. those who haven't previously dived into the franchise. It's to make them think 'Wow! This game's so good. Oh, there's a sequel of it that's gonna be released soon? With even better graphics and gameplay? Sign me the fuck up!'. You liked Blueberry Cheesecake, so it'd make sense that you'd be more open to buying Double Blueberry Cheesecake, Premium Ingredients Addition, with 2 additional paid toppings.

2. Veterans and nostalgic fans. 'They're promoting the game I liked years ago... Oh, well, it won't hurt to play it again, just for the nostalgia. It never really left my mind anyway."

In other words: hype! hype! hype!

If using this principle, then the possibility of a sequel/revival/reboot/new content exists. It's either being processed (wishful thinking, not as likely) or being considered (more likely). If it's the latter, then they're testing the waters to see how much people still care/how much money they'll make. The more attention and hype it gets, the higher the likelihood.

Simplified:

P (old media pushed for publicity) -> Q (hype built)

Q (hype built) -> R (new content)

Eoin Macken's Pseudo Merlin Project

If I recall correctly, Eoin Macken first announced a pseudo Merlin project in late 2020. It's first teased to be released in 2021, but nothing came out of it so far (at the time of writing this) except if you count the small handful of times Macken hinted it over the ongoing four year period.

Now, I understand his position. First and foremost, he needs the legal rights to actually produce anything and it's no easy feat when you're dealing with a massive company. Then there's the issue of costumes, props, sets, and equipment. A lot to consider. To put it simply, he must offer the company something worth more than the show itself or contribute in their favor in some way. Macken seems like a charming and capable guy, so he can make it work. Probably.

I lean towards the spin-off theory because a cast reunion would not take four years. As far as I know, Macken is close with the knights and they could get together at any convenient time. If the project was a zoom call or a recorded get-together, it would've been released already. To compare, by using the average of 385,000 babies born each day during the last three years, we have 421,575,000 newborns before the Pseudo Merlin Project.

I want to tie this in with the previous theory, but eh. It can connect, but not really. I don't have any further explanation or evidence since Macken hasn't given any news.

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Anyways. That's enough of this. I hope it made sense, at least it did to me. I'm entering my third year in the fandom, so I'm relatively new and still hopeful. (Though I try hard to keep my feet on the ground while I stare up at the clouds.)

To end this post, I'd like to say: keep hoping. Hope is such a stupidly beautiful thing, and it should be nurtured. Turn that feeling into art, into efforts.

There are franchises revived 2-3 decades after, and Merlin is no exception.

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlin meta #merlin emrys #eoin macken #bradley james #tom hopper #rupert young #tomiwa edun #merlin bbc #theories

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lightvixxen · 1 year

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i think we’ve reached a point where we’re just taking turns with sharing our filthy older!neighbor!robin thoughts but i’m here for it <3

anyway thinking of catching robin by surprise after she has fucked you with her strap-on and getting on your knees for the first time. she has never done this before, the thought hasn’t even crossed her mind until then. but the minute she looks down and sees you there she wonders why.

because, god, you look good down there and even though she obviously can’t feel it, the visual is enough to turn that woman on so, so much. (oh and don’t even get me started on what happens when she notices those sweet noises that fall from your lips when she starts bucking her hips against your lips…)

OH MY GOD BETH???? IM DROOLING!!! Also sorry its short shjdhsdk

She's so confused when you drop to your knees in front of her, She obviously never thought about you with your lips wrapped around her strap because it's fake? what's the point if she can't even feel it? But the image of you on your knees, mouth working the strap on covered in your wetness will haunt her dreams forever.

"Yeah? You like this Doll?" She thrusts her hips and drives the strap further into your mouth, she asks, "Such a dirty girl, you drop to your knees for everyone?"

The sounds your making sucking on the plastic cock and the sight of it is enough to get Robin off and make her question why she didn't do this sooner. She pockets the fact your moaning around the cock to use for later.

#lightvixxens robin #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #robin buckley #older!robin buckley #older!robin buckley x reader

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villainsimpqueen · 2 months

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Eternal Bloodlines

Adriana tepes/ Alucard x Male Dhampire reader

This fanfic is for 18+ Audience's due to it containing gorey themes and later on smut.

Also available on A03

chpater 8

Generals bickered back and forth, hissing and biting at each other's throats.

Rams bucking their heads

Godbrand thought as he sat at a table and chair watching and drinking blood from a cup way too small for his liking.

pigs blood.

It made him grimace with each sip he took, it was far too cold, too stale and it tasted like shit.

The king himself sat on his throne doing nothing as the generals all scabbled at each other and his two human forge masters stood at his side.

Godbrand never thought he would see a king as powerful and mighty as Dracula sulk, look so much more dead than he already was.

It wasn't long until his majesty's doors were being slammed open causing Godbrands eyes along with other generals human and vampire to follow the noise.

A woman, a countess, with blonde hair as white as snow itself wearing a dress that rivaled blood's darkest of hues.

The Queen of Styria, Camilla.

And it wasn't just great entrances she was good at, no within minutes she had the scabbling silence by her questions towards the king.

Women have balls. I'll give her that.

Godbrand watches how quickly she had infuriated Dracula and was even more impressed when she had returned to the council still alive after the King called her away for a talk. He watched her speak towards the other women of the council making alliances, how she talked to the men with disgust clear in her eyes and yet something he's seen in so many eyes before.

hunting, scheming.

She wasn't here for the king's goals, that was apparent to him, clear as water. She came to do her own goals and was simply using the council to her advantage. It wasn't a surprise to him when she had come to him after so many had left the room and sat across from him staring at him as she leaned her chin on the palm of her hands.

"And you must be Godbrand." She hummed out her voice trying to conceive the smoothness of honey but he had honey before, he's heard of a woman singing its thick soothing liquid to his own hellspawn to know that the Ice queen's voice was nothing like honey. It was like Tar.

"Lose the tone. I ain't as easy going as the others." He grunted out, setting the too small of a cup down which had been refilled with pigs blood. Gods he needed fresh warm human blood and soon if he was going to be able to keep up with the shit going on in the castle.

This is why I stay overseas.

Though it was amusing watching The Ice queen blink a few times her face contorting to the disgust she didn't bother hiding and into some form of impressive notion as she moved back to sit in her own chair more taller.

"My, the rumors about you say otherwise." She quipped and he chuckled.

"That's just it then ya? Rumors. None of these fuckers really know what i do besides their talk and the jokes I allow them to speak about." He stared at her taking in her appearance more, she had beauty he could easily allow her to have, but beauty didn't hide the fact that he could tell she was bat shit crazy. He watched as Camilla's lips tug into a smirk as she looked at him, a huntress looking at someone she wanted as prey but had only found another hunter instead.

"Well then, Do tell me who you are yourself, Godbrand." She asked him, finally seeming to want to know more than just rumors. He will allow it and he answered whatever questions that came to her mind.

They sat there in the enmity council room talking and drinking from those tiny cups for hours. She was scheming something, that he knew and what she wanted with him, he would find out soon enough he gathered, but for now he would entertain her and enjoy some friendly company. One he would turn down if she tried bringing him to her chambers. It wasnt because he doesnt want to fuck her, because he would, he wouldn't even have second thoughts. But he knew a woman as fucking crazy to quesion the King of vampires and live? Wasn't a woman he exactly wanted to have laying on a bed before him, with his face between her legs before his body is without getting to know exactly how crazy the bitch was.

That, and he could swear that she would have teeth down there too.

He had thought after this talk she would be bored of him and focus on the other generals and try getting them to partake in what she wants, but to his surprise after each meeting she would stay sat at the table as the room empty until it was just him and her and they would talk. Sometimes it was to go over everything and then make fun of the other generals or her further explaining her plans and scowling about how the others had their heads too far up their asses to see.

He sometimes would point out mistakes in her little schemes.

"Braila would be smart." He spoke up after listening to her squeal about some sort of organized attack.

"Braila?" She questioned looking from her parchment of maps to look at him. "That city has a river to the sea, yes?"

Godbrand nodded and when he saw her questioning he chuckled.

"River leads to the sea, Sea leads to escape and freedom. Take the river, block the sea and no one can come in." He spoke before pointing down on the map moving his claw towards the sea.

"Or out. It is how my men take small villages by surprise. We take the rivers and invade. Men stay back by the ships so when the livestock comes rushing to their small boats they are slaughtered while the others take the village. "

He watched as her eyes focused on the map a few moments of silence before her lips turned into a smirk as she let out a hum.

"Perhaps They should ask you to speak up more in those meetings. They'd be surprised to know how wise you are." She hummed out towards him, she had let go of the need to use that fake honey like tar tone with him.

"I rather not, let them think of me as they do now. Don't want the responsibility." He huffs out before crossing his arms

"So you want them to think of you as the arrogant big headed vikings who doesnt wash his ass and fucks everything that moves?" She asks with a tilt of her head.

"I have you know, i Bathe nightly, Us vikings clean ourselves, though i can't say the same for a few other generals.." He quipped back with a chuckle of his own and it had earned a few laughs from the Ice queen as well.

"Well you do certainly smell better than a few."

Talks like these were good, he enjoyed them and it took his mind off of other things.

Like the thoughts of how his only child, his cold son was doing. He wondered if you were faring well out there, how you were taking things to a different site than he was seeing. He wonders if you had grown some more with new experiences he couldn't teach you.

"You should bring it up at the next meeting, Help me instill the need to attack there." She told him, encouraged him but he shook his head.

"I will go against it." He started watching as she immediately questioned him in her eyes.

"They see me as unwise, young and stupid as if I am not already a few centuries old, yes maybe not as bold as them but still they see me as nothing but as a lad as they do you a lass. So I will act like a lad to make them feel smarter but you, do not act like a lass to them. be a woman who does not give. Make them use their heads, use the humans, Dracula takes their words over ours." He explained to her watching her scheming eyes take what he says in.

"I see, Have us the youngest besides The king's pets bicker and belittle another and get the pets to join in so we get what we want." She hummed out before grinning at him.

"For a man who thinks with just the head of his dick, I think they got the wrong head."

And he laughed.

"I still rather think with my dick."

Another meeting had brought news and more fighting against the generals and forgemasters.

Camilla brought up the need for Braila and he questioned it, making her explain everything to the generals.

"Any City built over running water is a place that we, As vampires, should approach carefully. '' Dracula responded for the first time during the entire war council meeting. Godbrand ignored the look that Camilla had simply glanced his way as he was more focused on the two Forgdemasters whose attention was captured in the subject.

"Running water? I've never heard of it affecting vampires." Issac spoke with his accent, a genuine curiosity in his voice as he spoke. Yet it was all working in their favor, just as he said it would.

"Death by running water hasn't happened in many centuries." Godbrand spoke loudly with his arms crossed towards the forgemaster. He said his words in a more boasting way knowing he had their eyes on him.

"Why not?" Hector asked, Their interests in vampire knowledge always continues to grow, had their lord simply given them the knowledge before having them as part of the council it wouldn't have been so easy to use their curiosity to lead discussions to topics they wanted.

"Look around! We moved into the middle of countries." He made sure to state it as if he was talking down to them, watching how Hector's eyes narrowed, unpleased.

"I'd been told that vampires couldn't cross running water." He stated in a way as to prove him wrong, that he did have some knowledge of the subject. Godbrand didnt care if Hector really had or if he was simply saying it to make himself look bigger than he was, or if it was to impress the other human in the room.

"I've been on boats, I've had baths." Godbrand said as if to make Hector look dumb, he shot a glance back at Camilla. You seemed to cover her mouth with the back of her hand in her other hand, one of those small chalice cups. He knew she was bringing back an amused smirk on her lips as he gave her a look that simply ment see?.

"When?" Isaac Questioned him and Godbrand couldn't help sending the human a glare, He was getting tired of the jokes about his hygiene, though he supposed that is what happens when you allow a room full of fucking vampire do nothing but talk shit about you and come up with many things.

One time a rumor went around about him fucking horses, he wasnt even sure how that happened since he hardly ever came to the meetings but it was some story that he didnt even know about himself.

He kept playing dumb, allowing Camilla the chance to speak up, to play along and insult him and talk down on him like the others do. To push herself up on a pedestal above him to get the other vampire's approval and the humans to side with her, and it was working. Soon the King rose shouting at them to silence them and Godbrand watched Camilla move to Hector to speak to him quietly.

The meeting continued with Issac questioning Brailas importance over Arges and continued about Arges being a better city. Without a second after Issac had finished it was Hector who spoke disagreeing with him. Camillas' eyes catched His and he watched as she smirked some as Hector was leaning more towards an attack on Braila.

Which brought the king's interest back to the subject taking in the words just like how Godbrand had observed him do over the meetings before Camilla joined.

Issac began to speak once more and he brought news forwards, news Godbrand wasn't expecting.

News of the King's missing son who he had injured badly.

News of Belmont being in the same place as Alucard.

"A Belmont? I thought they were extinct." Camilla questioned but Godbrand barely heard her with his thoughts creeping back.

Vampire hunters.

His mind immediately went towards his son, the thoughts of how you were doing, faring came back to him.

Were you alive?

He shook his head, You were his son. Named in the revenge of blood, He had watched you take down grown vampires centuries older than you filled with your rage and blood lust. Burn down villages as you ripped humans piece by piece.

He shouldn't have to worry about a vampire hunter taking your life.

But he did.

You were his only son.

"No. We Believe our Lord's son Alucard and Belmont may have worked together to repel our forces at Gresit." Isaac informed not only Camilla but to the entire council.

By the gods, Boy don't be involved

" If there is a Belmont left alive then should we not observe the ancestral Belmont home?" Camilla questioned snapping at the council with her question.

Godbrand didn't like his choices of sending you to travel, he hadn't expected for a vampire hunter to be alive since their disappearance so many years ago. He didn't have a way to hear from you and he wouldn't dare bring up your existence to a council of vampires.

"Why." He spoke, mostly towards himself lost in his thoughts. Surely you wouldn't be near a vampire hunter, you wouldn't be anywhere near the king's son. That was impossible...Yet he had once thought fathering a hellspawn would be impossible. A hellspawn that was born wrong surviving was impossible, That hellspawn being able to swim in running water was impossible.

You tended to have a trend at doing things he had thought was impossible.

" Perhaps on the general notion that the Belmont hunted the likes of us for fucking centuries and if there is one left alive then it may have access to the trove of weapons and magical materials talked of across generations but never found which they used to hunt us through fucking centuries." Camilla snapped suddenly in front of him, her hand coming to his chest to point a claw into his chest as she snarled at him. Perhaps she saw the confusion or daze of lost thoughts in his eyes because she lightened the pressure on his chest and moved her claw away.

Her tone slightly softened as she must've seen that he wasn't playing along at playing the idiot that something had been on his mind that took him from the conversation.

"Am i making myself clear now?" She spoke before pulling from him using his genuine confusion to her advantage addressing the king.

"This is your war council my lord?"

It caused the kind to stand glaring down at all of them, as if daring another to speak. His eyes glowing that dark blood red.

"If you truly fear my son's presence and that of a lowly human, have them killed." Dracula snapped with a wave of his hand before he started to head away.

"I've had enough of children bickering."

The council spoke bickering as he left but Godbrands eyes could not leave the stairs of the throne room where Dracula had left.

have them killed?

Has his own son been killed?

A bitter taste formed on his tongue, moving towards his fangs as he snarled biting his licks back exposing them.

The great king who he had respected..Whose solution about his only child was to kill him for some war?

The son that He and His human wife struggled for years to have?

Was the boy a novelty then? A toy for his wife to have something to tend to besides him?

Was giving the half bred son the title, Prince of vampires, simply something to flatter his human wife?

Perhaps his anger had grown more than he had thought as he stormed out of the throne room and into one of the many halls of the castle. Godbrand had sent his own son to travel, away from the war, in some way to honor his mother and see her world before the King had destroyed it. To protect him in the only way he knew how, and The king had no quells in murdering his own son for a war over a human pet wife?

It was dishonor, Not to his own fucking son but to the woman who spent years trying over and over again to give him a hellspawn of his own.

A father is to protect his fucking kin not kill them.

How could someone as ancient and wise as the Old man be so completely stupid? How could He? Godbrand, know that more than the king?

Godbrand heard the clicking of heels and he knew who it was, but his own rage didn't care for his words.

"Im not in the mood to try to fuck you Camilla i have my own shit right now." He snarled as he stormed through the halls, He didn't get too far before he was slammed into the ground, her weight on his back as he snarled more.

"I wouldnt fuck you if you were the last thing alive." Her icey words chilled over his backside.

"Explain why you stormed off."

Godbrand snarled, the crazy bitch had pinned his arms to his side as well so moving wasn't an option, and he was a vampire that was gifted with ability to turn into mist or shape shift either so all he could do is lay there face first into the floor and snarl like a rabid dog.

"Kill the son His Wife had worked so hard to fucking have, Thats what he wanted." Godbrand snarled.

"Well…The Child was a half breed."

Half breed.

Like you.

Half breed.

" I don't see how that would anger you…"

"Cause you dont know how fucking hard it is for a woman to fucking birth a living son like that!" Godbrand snapped squirming underneath her.

"You dont fucking know how many tries ir takes to even get past a few months. How many wrong borns a woman goes through just to get a son born right and alive."

He was seething,

His mind moved back to the many miscarriages and wrong births of his own offspring that his little mother tried so hard to birth.

He wondered how many the king's human wife had to see, had to push out, had screamed and cried for, and The king waved his hand uncaringly with the words kill them.

How those words in his mind changed to

Kill you.

"And you do?" Her words cold as winter snow falling came down, there was curiosity at her tone. Godbrand felt himself stiffen as a corpse before snarling swears in his motherland's language quietly.

"...You do." Her words changed and before he knew it he was on his back with her straddling her hips staring down at him claws on his shoulders raking over them.

"Godbrand…Do you have a half breed bastard?" She questioned him, her eyes unmoving from his own. He snarled, moving his arms to shove her off of him.

"He's not a bastard. He is my son." Godbrand snarled at her baring his fangs.

"And hes more of a vampire than half of those fuckers in there will ever be."

Camilla to her grace was able to land on her feet pushing herself to stand tall as she looked down at the man on the floor. She could see so many things move through his eyes and it intrigued her.

"Tell me about him, your son." She demanded him softly and watched as his eyes moved to the hall behind her.

"Let us go for a walk on the grounds, yes?"

And it delighted her to watch him push himself off the ground and follow her away from the castle to the surrounding woods walking on a path paved by livestocks carts over the years. She listened to what he had to say and he told her everything.

"The last wrong born before my son, I went to my little mother, she always sulked in her furrs after a wrong birth. It was the first time I ever went and saw her after a wrong birth." Godbran explains listening to the bristled sound Camilla let out between her lips.

"It's tradition." He started glancing over at her, catching her eyes.

"We let the women grieve for what could have been alone, So that they may hear the mother goddesses whisper their advice and Condolences. It's disrespectful for a man to stay with a woman during such things. Only women are allowed to enter a weeping mothers hut and soothe her." He watched as Camilla's eyes ever so slightly softened.

"So why did you break your own tradition?" She asked curtly and Godbrand looked away and to the moonlit trails in front of them.

"I was going to tell her that I had prepared a ship for her to leave."

"You were letting her go?" Camilla turned towards him, stopping in their midnight stroll and He refused to turn to look at her.

"She tried to bear a child for nearly ten years, Camilla. She mourned every single one of them as if they were more than just her freedom. " He spoke softly, crossing his arms.

"Each time she blamed herself.

'I wasn't eating enough, forgive me, I'll eat more next time.'

'I slept the wrong way, I will sleep differently next time.'

'I moved too little, I will move more next time.'

'I moved too much, I will move slower next time.'

'I washed in the river, I will wash in the sea.'

Every time a wrong was born she took the blame. Blaming herself as if the real issue wasn't me." He turned to look at her finally.

"I went into her hut, and when she saw me she spoke of how i came around her sooner this time, and she told me she will do better,..…I told her her womb was not the wronging in all the wrong borns, it was my dead seed that killed them from the very start…and told her that i had a ship ready for her, that she would be safely taken to lands where vampires were not as frequent and she still had a fair face enough to find a husband.." Godbrand shook his head at the memories.

"She refused."

"She refused?" Camilla asked with a tilt of her head, her eyes piercing his own.

"She refused. She got angry at me actually, stormed to me and demanded I strip from my clothes and fill her once again. She had looked into my eyes with the eyes of a predator unlike when I had found her huddled up like some rabbit, fearful and weak. She then said;

'I will bear you a son, Stronger than any man in your bloodline, and he will either bathe in red darker than the blood of the people slaughtered in my village, or he will bathe in gold brighter than the sun which you will never see.'

And shortly after that night her womb was full again with my son. She had me fuck her every night she said it was for his soul to be stronger than the others. When her waters broke i waited by her huts door, The nursing women refused me to enter..I had wanted to see him born..But in the end He was born wrong like all the others. I heard her screams before I heard the head healing woman head towards the huts door. She screamed and cried like all the times before but this time in a language I didn't know, her homeland I suppose. I took my boy to the cliffs like I did with all the others for the sea to take.

I was so Angry Camilla, She tried so hard and once again it was a bloody wrong born…But before i could drop him the winds settled and it was like the sea calmed and i heard him…My son fighting to live and when i cut the cord around his neck from his own wrong birthing he screamed louder than anything i had ever heard before..My son stronger than the other wrong borns, Almost seemed like he wasn't ever born wrong…"

Godbrand clenched his hands as he remembered your birth, and he continued telling Camilla everything about you. How you grew rapidly, how the sun never affected you.

"He can go into running water, and leave it with barely a rash."

Camilla's eyes narrowed as she looked at him.

"Your half breed son can move through running water? Not even Dracula's son has such abilities."

Godbrand nodded as he began to walk down the trails with her once more.

"Aye, I've seen him do it many times. His mother used to wash clothes in the river, he would play by her side. I've seen him fly overboard on one of the ships during a territory battle, he climbed back up the side with a fury, his skin not even Blisters."

"Is that why you kept him hidden?" Camilla's words hit his ears making him glance over at her again.

"No, I kept him hidden because he would be looked down upon, the others would treat him less than the man i raised him to be…At first.." Godbrand steeled his eyes onto the path and he continued to walk.

"At first?" The Vampiresses questioned him, following his lead through the wind blowing trees.

"...He's a Crusnik, Camilla…" Godbrand breathed out before stopping once more.

"He's eaten another…"

"Yes…"

"When..?"

Godbrand looked at her, his face contorting in…was it? Anger? Sadness?

"The night his mother was taken from him. A neighboring clan member took her life in front of him. Before I could even react I watched my son tear through him and twelve other grown men over centuries of his own age. My clan and I watched as he devoured each one of their blood before tearing through them with an ace before they moved to fight against the other clan themselves for angering my son.."

The blade of your Ax tore through limbs causing rotting blood to splatter your face. It was foul as the smell of the rotting corpse of the night creature as you shoved its slicing body away from you, splitting it entirely as you moved to the next.

"You wouldn't have believed it unless you saw it with your own two eyes."

Flames shot from your side scratching the dirt and cracked cobblestone walkways. A whip cracking to your left and you could hear the wishful gliding of a magic sword moving through the air before slicing amongst flesh.

They were inexperienced to hell and back, and yet they all agreed to stay here.

"It's so much more different than bloodlust Camilla…Is power, raw uncontrollable power."

Villagers screamed as they tried running from the night creatures, forcing you to watch your own blade carefully as you swung it through body masses of tendons and flesh. You felt someone stumble into your side and you hissed at them to back away, you felt a hand slide across your back and the wailing on an infant.

"So yes, I kept my son hidden, I focused on him training that power and controlling it himself."

The damn fools were piling behind you and the other three, covering themselves between buildings with nowhere to go.

Only you four in front of them keeping the Demons away from tearing into their flesh. You heard shouting from your right where Sypha was speaking about something. You couldn't focus over the smell of spilling blood rotten and fresh over taking your senses.

You faintly felt a stinging from your chest as you moved a hand across it to feel the gaping wound sliced into it from a night creature's claw.

"How could I bring my only blood, my only son, near a den of Vampires that would only see him as a threat?"

Starving.

You were starving.

When was the last time you ate?

Three weeks ago now? Or was it four?

animal blood wasn't cutting it.

You needed real blood.

"You think they would have let him be alive if they knew he could eat more than just livestock, Camilla?"

Yet as you focused back on the creeping creatures that neared you and your small group. You could feel their eyes on you.

Alucard's, Trevor's more than anything as if they were waiting for you to turn around and attack the livestock that had run into a corner believing that you would protect them.

"...No..They would have staked him to a pillar faster than the church with a witch." Camilla answered him.

"Aye…So I kept him away from the meetings. I sent him to travel to explore and learn more about himself, about what he is…And if something were to happen to me, I'd die knowing that my son is more of a Vampire than any one of those bastards back there."

If Sypha had not stated that you all were going to help them rid of the night creatures that hunted on this little village you wouldn't have bothered helping them. You wouldn't have probably even been near this little village. Perhaps you would have been in a city.

"...If something ever did happen to you, Godbrand, I'd look after your son. I'd treat him as if he was one of my own sisters."

"...I take it that's a lot coming from you?"

Regardless of the burning sensation you felt in your teeth to tear through the nearest livestock near you, you gripped your ax and lunged forwards towards a demon.

Your cold lifeless blood pumping through your limbs as you ripped the blade into a night creature's shoulder, getting it lodged into the bone as you yanked it closer to you.

Your blood, Teeth, and primal instincts know more than them.

It didn't have to be human for you to feed.

"You don't have to take it as anything, Just know you have my word Godbrand."

chp 9

#castlevania x reader #castlevania fanfiction #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes #alucard x reader #trevor belmont #sypha belnades #18+ fanfic

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blowflyfag · 3 months

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated: October 1993

IN FOCUS

WITH CRAIG PETERS

WHAT MAKES YOU WATCH WRESTLING?

[Jim Ross, a worthy addition to the WWF]

Back in the August 1993 issue, I asked readers to give some serious thought to the questions, “What makes you tune in to wrestling on television?” and “What makes you attend wrestling in the arenas?”

I received quite a few interesting letters on the subject, and would like to turn my entire column this month over to your responses to those questions.

A big part of the reason why I watch the WWF television is to keep up on the feuds, wrote Joseph Gurcsik of Haddonfield, New Jersey. I like seeing who got jumped, who got put in their place and to see wrestlers working their way to the top. Jim Ross was also an excellent addition to the commentators.

With the WWF there is nothing so important that it cannont be videotaped and viewed later, Joseph continued. WCW, though, is a television show which is not to be missed, especially the Saturday and Sunday evening shows. With WCW, I go to the arenas and watch it on television for completely different reasons. Watching the wrestling moves is incredible. WCW matches on television are matches that I would like to see in an arena. This gives me more of a reason to go to the arena, because I know that I will not be disappointed.

Dave Szymanak of Binghamton, New York, however, has a point of view on the situation that is not so optimistic:

It used to be that I watched wrestling on television to see reasonably competitive matches. But with the focus on everything now leading to pay-per-view events all year long, I mainly tune in for updates on the supercards and for the interviews. With the exception of a few WCW Clash of the Champions specials and some Saturday night bouts, I would say the current state of television wrestling is terrible. If it wasn’t for the interviews and pay-per-view info, I probably wouldn’t watch at all. Then again, I would say it was pay-per-view that ruined television wrestling to begin with–and, more importantly, arena attendance.

About the only thing that would keep me away from the arena would be a skyrocket jump in ticket prices, Dave said, adding that sadly, I think I would be better off id i didn’t show up at all, because the quality of arena and television cards continues to sag. If it wasn’t for the fact that wrestling rarely comes here anymore, and if magazines like PRO WRESTLING ILLUSTRATED and PWI Weekly weren’t around, I would probably stop being a fan altogether.

[Doink]

I tune in to wrestling each and every week because I love this sport, which is human chess at its best, says Carl Louk of Prince George, Virginia. I love hardcore kick-butt wrestling, not circus-like atmosphere macabre cartoon family entertainment.” That is why I will only watch organizations that promote this kind of wrestling, like NWA,WCW and independent promotions like Smoky Mountain Wrestling.

Finally, here’s just a portion of a lengthy and thoughtful letter from Master Sergeant (Retired) D.E. McLeod of Baltimore who offers a fascinating decade-wide perspective:

I grew up watching wrestling in the 1950s and 1960s. I remember the formation of the WWWF and attended some of its early matches here in Baltimore in 1963. I stopped watching wrestling about the time Pedro Morales was WWWF champion. While stationed in Massachusetts in 1980, I began to watch wrestling again (the WWF). I was curious enough to learn that wrestling had changed a great deal since I last watched it.

I haven't been to a live card since 1963. Why? Lots of reasons. Basically, even though I watch both WWF and WCW (WCW being my preferred choice), neither federation is offering me anything that would make me part with 50 bucks.

I won’t even bother to discuss what disgust me about the WWF! But I will tell you what ticks me off about WCW. First of all, WCW still continues to be a WWF wannabe. There is absolutely no continuity in WCW. Many times, I watch a feud start to brew in WCW and then nothing happens. First there is a TV champion, then not. Next there are U.S. tag team champions, then not. For goodness sakes! Make up your mind!The love of money is the root of all evil in professional wrestling. I thought that it was a scream that one week Jim Ross was telling me that WCW was real wrestling and not a circus act, then the next week he was broadcasting for a three ring circus called the WWF.

My thanks to everyone who responded. I don’t know that we came up with any definite answers to my questions, except perhaps the fact that everyone has a different and individual reason for watching this sport we all love so much.

#hi guys not to be silly but I’d love if u could tell me why u watch wrestling #like if you want you can message me or put it in the comments #but I’d love to read :3 #cause I love hearing people’s thoughts #anyways the tags ugh #PWI #pro wrestling illustrated #magazine scan #magazine transcript

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i finished it a while ago and was excited about talking abt it with u but my wifi went out all of a sudden LMAO buttttttt anyways, it came back like super late and now im writing this at like midnight. i have so much to say but so little at the same time bcs im literally just shocked. like pure shock. that was SUCH a rollercoaster??? and since you're tagging these asks as spoilers,, im gonna say it. i did NOT expect oc to kill yeonjun. like it was in the back of my head like "maybe..." bcs it kept on being mentioned about how the jacket was heavy but i dismissed it UGH i should've seen that coming.

and beomgyu literally abt to kill oc, with no sign of hesitation (chills)? APPLAUSE. i've read so many yandere fics and so much romanticize that sickness .. then characterize it as dark romance. ofcourse i get that has its own fans but i do appreciate ones that are more on the realistic side with these psychos (ik this more of a psychological thriller too so ig it was a given for that to be the direction, but still THANK YOU). like hes insane enough and therefore hes capable of killing oc bcs he doesnt see her as a human being at all. so again, I really appreciate that aspect </3

then yeonjun. yeonjun and his fake moral compass. he was trying so hard to hold onto that humanity that he thought he had, and he kept on believing he was superior to others (especially beomgyu in the fic) and it was just...conveyed so well? that final breakthrough at the end when oc tells him hes no better than gyu, and he just...breaks? like he's telling himself hes not, while also trying to kill oc...just like gyu. The ascends to madness was so properly conveyed in that last scene, even though its been implied throughout the whole story that he basically has some sort of inner conflict and lost his moral compass wayyyy earlier. the last part really hit it in the nail, which is just so right for an ending scene.

the last part i want to touch on was the way you utilized oc's pov in the stalker part of the story. its the way i knew beomgyu and yeonjun were the ones literally hiding cameras in her room and have sick fantasies of wanting to own her, yet even with that background knowledge i still suspected soobin. and i still trusted beomjun. MAYBE IT WAS JUST ME??? but idk bro, i was so mad at myself when i pieced everything together the same time oc did. i seriously need to watch out, being gullible will be the death of me T-T but even me being super gullible aside, i think your writing is what really made me doubt soobin the way oc did.. i for sure thought we had another yandere on the loose LMAO.

okay now last last part I PROMISSEEE. i just really like the way you wrote how yeonjun/beomgyu broke her down then used her vulnerability to their advantage. its so sick but its such an easy trap to fall into. like obviously this is fiction and therefore it might be more on the extreme side but the tactics they used are just found literally in everyday abusive relationships and i especially liked how you touched upon the fact that extreme dependency can truly be the downfall of someone. and vulnerability, vulnerability was such a big part of the story!!

so, just last comment towards you. i know you worked hard on it and i wrote this entire essay basically to just emphasize that it paid off. i'm 100% sure you're proud of the work and i truly want you to be PROUDER. this was really, really, really good. i sat down, and read through the entire thing without feeling bored, always on the edge of my seat, enjoying your professional but almost casual way of using words (its literally genius the way you write), and truly this was such a perfect halloween post. thank you for writing, seriously. i honestly wish youd get a few bucks out of this (and im more than willing to give a couple IM BEING FRL) </3

one question since this is basically not an actual ask and me just ranting about how much i love your work: do you think you'll pursue writing professionally? have you thought about it? have you taken classes ? i wanna knowwwww

I’ll address a lot of specific points below, thank you so much! <3

(killing off Yeonjun) -It’s sick, but killing yj off was my favorite part! I knew immediately that this story would be dark, and what better way to end off such an intense scene than giving yj what he deserves? I really hope I was able to catch you guys off guard with that, but I made sure to subtly lead up to it with the jacket thing!! (Beomgyu + thoughts on the term “yandere”)

-THANK YOU! Lemme just say, thriller holds such a special place in my heart, and making Beomgyu a fucked up character just allowed me to sneak in that action packed scene at the end haha

I was afraid of writing this story initially— the term “yandere” has taken on many different connotations and meanings, some more romanticized than others. My intent was never to paint such a relationship in a happy or cute light— even if they did have their little honeymoon stage where all was “right”, it’s still a toxic and horrible relationship; it’s always bound to fall apart in the end. Plus, Beomgyu and Yeonjun just became so insatiable that simply having her there was never enough— they needed to control her too.

(Yeonjun + what if mc didn’t put on bg’s jacket?)

-Yeonjun was able to get away with being the better of the two throughout the whole story— so to hear that he wasn’t above everyone else like he so desperately believed, and from the mc no less— it felt like all his efforts were tumbling down, that no matter how hard he tried, it would never be good enough— which was a struggle he had to deal with all his life— it just completely broke the last bit of rationality that he had within him.

Had the mc not put on bg’s jacket, Yeonjun would’ve killed her, then killed himself shortly after—they would only be discovered weeks later after their families reported them missing, a gruesome scene that would’ve destroyed all their relatives; Soobin’s body would’ve been found soon after, judging by the fact that the evidence is still in the cabin and intact.

(Soobin the decoy lmao)

-God I feel so proud that I was able to fool some people at least! Soobin’s persisting affection was a key to making it all convincing— those passing comments, all the coddling and endless attempts to woo her, beomjun saw that and used it to their benefit.

(Use of vulnerability)

-From the start, the mc was already a pretty vulnerable character; she was already away from home with no one else but Yeonjun— which only made her lean into him more and trust him. And because Beomgyu was quick to pick up on that, he knew that the only way to get her more dependent on them was to make her more vulnerable, with her last resort being them; of course, it’s a very drastic depiction, but thank you for noticing <333

(Plans for the future!)

-Thank you so so much :(((( this really means a lot to me, you have no idea.

I have indeed decided to pursue writing professionally! It’s kind of scary to say, (write) but I hope to be able to succeed and publish books one day <3 it’s ambitious, but you never know!

Thank you sooo so much for this review, thank you for taking your time to write this, you have no idea how much this means to me— seriously, I couldn’t stop rereading all of the reviews i received <3

#OYD: !spoilers!#The way you picked up on details #and described the characters #I could fall in love with you #koqabear asks #fic: only you darling.#[♡]— feedback !

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hii for the sleepover (i am putting you to WORK)

top 5 buddie headcanons favorite trope the first characters your ever shipped movie recs!!

top 5 buddie headcanons

Eddie loves it when buck info dumps some random facts or a new special interest/hyperfixation, sometimes he doesn’t understand but he always asks questions and is actually interested in what he days-this might be projection because I want someone who would do that with me.

Buck knows Spanish. he can speak a little but he understands a lot and Eddie doesn’t know at first and it isn’t until Buck and Abuela are talking in Spanish that he figures it out (also great if it turns Eddie on or he’s been confessing his love for Buck in Spanish for months now and Buck just thought he meant as a friend because he can never remember if Te Amo or Te Quiero is the romantic one and he’s too scared to look it up.)

Another language one, they have a secret language, whether its just looks or random gestures or half-formed sentences or more defined like using ASL or Morse Code like in my fic Tapping Morse Code into your heart But its there and only they understand it and every time they use it around others it’s just ‘oh they’re being buck&eddie again’

The first time Chris calls Buck dad, he has to excuse himself to go cry, Eddie just follows and comforts him.

Buck and Eddie share everything, clothes, food, lockers, they’ll even be seen drinking out of the same coffee mug. And Eddie being the possessive bastard loves it, especially when Buck smells like him and the shampoo/conditioner/body wash he has to home. Likes when Buck accidentally picks up Eddie’s LAFD shirt or hoodie and how Diaz looks stretched across those board shoulders or hips. Buck loves it because it’s a reminder that he belongs, that Eddie wants him in his life and that he has a home.

favorite trope

Geez I guess I would have to choose the one-bed trope because it can work with other tropes, like friends to lovers or enemies to lovers or fake dating or Forced Proximity etc.

the first characters you ever shipped

Okay so I’m going at this from the angle of ‘I had to be consciously shipping them’, ‘I had to know what shipping meant’ and ‘it can’t be real people’ because otherwise I would say something like Shark Boy and Lava Girl but I was like 8 so I don’t think that really counts (even though I totally wrote fan fiction based on that movie) or Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. But if we’re going by those rules it would have to be Dean and Cas from Supernatural.

movie recs!!

Okay so I answered that here but here are some more that I love:

To all the boys Ioved before

Spider-Man Home coming

Ready Player One

Thor Ragnarok

LOTR trilogy

Star Wars- But especially Rogue One and Attack of the Clones

Knives out

Top Gun Maverick

Spider-Man No way home

Barbie

Spiderman into the Spider-verse

Don’t Fuck with cats

The Princess Diaries

Charlies Angels (2019)- but mostly because I am in love with Kristen Stewart

Dirty Dancing

Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List

Isi and Ossi

Pacific Rim

The Proposal

Thanks for you asks xxx

Sleepover asks!

#wolf gets mail #wolf answers

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Going to try to make this quick; inspired by a video analysis on the differences between "All of Us Are Dead" webcomic versus drama.

The division is as follows: the comic is about survival, that is, heavier on plot points; and the drama is more about character interaction, chemistry, and emotions, diving longer into each relationship to the point of adding new ones (hambie girl had no romance subplot in the original comic). Now the question is why? There are many reasons, one of which may have to be with drama having to be extra dramatic as the name suggests, thus focusing more on the relationships, and it could also have to be with perhaps drama branching out of soap operas, and retaining in its "DNA" something of its origin, even when elevated to more "serious" hybrids.

I do hold one theory, that to my knowledge hasn't been talked about elsewhere, about the reason why dramas will always focus on character relationships independent of the source material, and that has to do with drama being a special medium when translating from comic or manga form. Think about this, "what the cost" is for a mangaka or a comic artist to introduce a big cast and kill half of them in the very first chapters? Sure, there is the cost of bad storytelling or upsetting the fans, but I'm talking about financial costs or material costs: there are no extra costs that aren't already included in the medium (paper, ink, etc) for a mangaka to kill a character they created and introduced. Similarly, when a manga gets translated into anime, there are no costs to, as the original plotline demands, kill early on any character that was introduced: In fact, it saves costs for animators because there are less characters they need to animate, and if you want to keep a character around, there better be a good reason for that, to justify the extra work of animation cells or extra scenes that aren't even in the original story.

Now drama is different because you have to cast real people; for every character that has relevance you need to open auditions, interview, go through a selection process, spend a lot of time worrying about the perfect cast for your vision. These are not drawn characters but real people, and while one can argue the counterexample of "wouldn't you the actor less if their character dies early?", the sunk cost is actually in selecting the cast, and the time you won't get back is the biggest factor. So you better get the most bang for the buck you "spent" on getting this cast on board for the show.

Now, what does that mean in terms of storytelling? It means the characters aren't expandable the way they are in manga or anime. You want to keep characters around as long as you can, and delay that plot point where they die (characters in the AOURD died later than they did in the comic), and that is a double win bc the longer you keep a character around, the more chemistry they form with other characters, the more viewers care about, the more devastated they are when this character dies. Two, because you keep them around longer, the higher the chance of romance, and because again you want to utilize as much as possible the actors you hired, you will add layers of romance, even though it wasn't needed or didn't appear in the source material. Because romance, much to exposing people that claim are above it, is what makes everyone give a shit--I guarantee it. If you are into romance stories, or care about the ship, you want to know more of it. But even if you don't care much about romance stories, upon hearing of love, even in real life, you will be interested to know. You will ask: so who and who got together, did they even get together, did they end up together? Our curiosity in this topic is so ingrained, that we can't escape our need to peek and gossip.

To conclude, drama is special because it involves real people cast in character roles. This very thing will shift the focus to character interactions and relationships, and it won't matter what the source material was. Horror, science fiction, thriller, romance, it doesn't matter.

#anime manga rambles #all of us are dead

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tripzinc09 · 2 years

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Significance of A Windshield And Earth-Friendly Windshield Replacement Options

The importance of windshield replacement or even repair cannot become stated enough. An individual may be tempted drive an automobile around typically the city with out a windshield in an try to replicate a Hollywood movie. That may look amazing but it is definitely not a wise alternative. The things you observe in the movies only happen right now there for a reason. For the eco-conscious, having the windshield changed might not be a great idea because associated with the damage this can cause for the environment. Read upon to learn some of the possible options. Most people may possibly not this but the vehicle's windshield does serve a new purpose. The initial simple fact states its additional obvious function. Windshields are there to shield you from the elements. Therefore maintaining the sun, wind, rain or snow off your face. It may not necessarily seem much nevertheless try driving from high speeds and even the gust involving wind, raindrops or perhaps snowflakes will sense more painful. Typically the glaring sun can easily also be annoying. Driving with a new broken windshield might seem cool and even rugged but sleep assured, you may not get the experience pleasurable by any means. Windshields also ensure it is less difficult for you in order to view what is going on all-around the vehicle. In the event debris starts traveling by air towards your motor vehicle, it is going to hit the particular windshield and not you. With the use of a new cleaner and wipers, you can clear your windshield much easier, allowing you in order to see even though driving through torrential rains, mud or possibly a hailstorm. The windshield may seem thin plus fragile but that is really quite sturdy. Its toughness and resilience helps carry the car along. This is specially useful in the occasion you get directly into an accident. Some sort of windshield that will be intact and can keep you from being ejected through your vehicle. It will also retain the top of the auto from squishing your own head. If an individual are uncertain about selecting a total windshield replacement because involving the cost, you may want to be able to consider having that repaired instead. By an environmental viewpoint, the amount associated with energy it will take to be able to make one windshield is the same as repairing twelve, 000. In conditions of CO2 emissions, repair only company accounts for a 3 rd from the total sum it will require to produce one windshield. 1 solution is obtaining the windshield repaired instead of being replaced. There are lots of products on typically the market to help maintain the broken bits together and stop destruction from getting worse. However, presently there is only thus much you may do which has a damaged windshield. Visit website is choosing for a windshield replacement that makes use of recycled materials. An individual can take your broken windshield and even ask for any windshield replacement from your specialist. Consult an automobile glass company expert to be able to help you get a reputable store that sells together with windshields. Dealing with a respected replacement specialist guarantees you which you have the substitute of a decent quality and a good selling price. If there are several specialists in the area, you might like to question for price quotations as well regarding an a lot better deal. You can also opt to sell your current windshield to the recycling shop. There are recycling stores which specialize throughout parts such since a windshield. Fresh studies have demonstrated that you could recycle typically the windshield and switch into glassware many of these as cups or perhaps glass mosaics. In some instances, the recycled components can even end up being turned into some sort of flooring material. The bucks you make could help you purchase a windshield replacement at the time of new life for your broken component.

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damienwkau301 · 2 years

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Why You Should Spend More Time Thinking About cars for sale

The second you steer off the great deal, a brand-new vehicle drops in between 9% and 11% of its own worth. By the opportunity it is actually been actually a year, the cars and truck has dropped concerning twenty%.

One of the numerous explanations individuals decide to buy used cars offer for sale is actually car loss of value. From being a lot more inexpensive to the wide array of trim alternatives, there are notable benefits of getting a made use of vehicle.

Maintain reading to learn 9 used car advantages! 1. Extra Bang for Your Buck

A pre-owned auto cost could be dramatically more economical than a new cars and truck. Additionally, you are actually obtaining additional value. What you can easily afford may not pass a base version or even an entry-level automobile if your budget is actually limited as well as you are actually seeming at new autos.

If you are actually purchasing made use of, however, you can try to find one thing fancier along with far better slick, and also find yourself getting additional functions than you will getting brand-new.

2. New Cars Depreciate Cars drop. Also though numerous cars and trucks last a lengthy opportunity, they lose the majority of their monetary market value within the beginning years of their life expectancy.

New autos carry out come along with a ton of advantages, like complimentary routine maintenance, reduced loan, as well as warranties. Having said that, an additional choice to think about if you don't intend to purchase brand-new however still really want some rewards are used cars for sale near me accredited used vehicles.

3. You Can Easily Get Licensed Used

Several potential shoppers go with a brand new vehicle due to the fact that they yearn for the guarantee that includes it. However, approved previously owned cars and trucks included manufacturer's warranties, too, and also they're made use of autos!

Professional previously owned automobiles have to pass an in depth examination.

If you are actually looking at one, determine what the manufacturer's warranties are. Is actually there both a manufacturer's guarantee and a dealership certificate? Check out for added perks like a complimentary loaner vehicle when yours requirements function or free of cost kerbside aid.

4. There's A lot of Records

If you are actually thinking about purchasing an utilized car, long gone are the times of receiving your vehicle-savvy pal to read the car in question for any sort of potential weakness or threats.

Every car comes with its personal collection of data, featuring previous collisions, the amount of ownerships, as well as the environment the car devoted a lot of its attend.

Besides individualized auto records, there are actually lots of secondhand vehicle tools for costs. You can simply figure out whether a deal is a great one or even certainly not. Through examining your cars and truck's make, past, year, and version, it's not difficult to make certain you do not being ripple off.

Every car includes an automobile history report. If an auto has actually transformed palms, withstood incidents, or even had actually job carried out, the history report reflects that. A history document can save you from acquiring a negative cars and truck.

Nevertheless, despite the existence of a great past document, it is actually still a smart suggestion to have actually the auto examined prior to you buy it.

5. Enrollment Charges Are Less Expensive

Depending on where you live, older automobiles are actually commonly cheaper to enroll. A lot of states vary located on the auto's grow older, body weight, and also often energy.

Some conditions ask for annually income taxes, also, which can easily likewise be based upon a car's grow older. Inquire your dealer how registration works in your state as buying utilized might get you a better offer.

6. Used Cars Last a Very Long Time

Automobiles last a lot longer than they made use of to. The common automobile currently lasts around 12 years.

Made use of automobile purchasers do not possess to panic concerning an automobile's prospective continuing to be life-span in the exact same means they used to. Along with an evaluation and a look in to a car's information, it is actually quick and easy to determine what one must anticipate out of their brand new, previously owned auto.

It often comes along with hundreds of dollars truly worth of concealed charges when you obtain a brand-new vehicle. When you acquire used, though, you will not have to think about delivery expenses or various other expenses that include purchasing a brand new automobile.

If you are actually getting utilized, make sure to review the particulars still and also find out what extra charges, if any kind of, are being actually contributed to your overall auto expense.

8. Used Cars Have Aftermarket Commodities

Made use of cars have actually aftermarket commodities that operate. New cars are actually the motor vehicles that survive recollects and various other troubles. When it happens to utilized autos, many of these problems have actually already been resolved.

The model you're considering has already managed and eliminate past problems. Additionally, if you possess a concern with an utilized auto, the possibilities are actually higher that various other owners have determined and also fixed those very same problems. Along with a simple search online, you must manage to deal with nearly any unfamiliar when it pertains to your used auto. 9. Utilized Cars Possess Customer Reviews

When a brand new cars and truck reaches the market, it takes some time for driver evaluates to construct up. Additionally, factors like collision test records as well as various other certain function customer reviews take time. When you purchase a used lorry, there is actually a plethora of information online with respect to safety and security, functions, concerns, as well as everything else neighboring that certain make, model, and also auto year. If you're acquiring used, investigation is actually one of the ultimate resources you may make use of in your vehicle option.

Used Vehicle vs. New Car

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 3 years

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So I (finally!) bought a pair of really good noise cancelling headphones, and it has changed my life! It's the fanciest thing I've bought in years, so to recoup some of the cost, I’ve researched & written a little essay based on my experiences with extreme noise sensitivity.

Hypersensitivity to sound is something I’ve dealt with all of my life, but I only recently found out it's medically known a Hyperacusis. (Please note this is a separate condition from Misophonia.) If you consistently struggle to cope with noise, the info below could be helpful! I’m including a link to my ko-fi, and I will be answering questions in the notes.

(skip to the bottom to read fun facts about my tax return and/or street organs vendettas!)

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional, this is based solely on my experiences as a patient, and on what I have read and been told by professionals. Please notify me if you have corrections or concerns about accuracy!

BACKGROUND: Sensitivity to sound is a common type of sensory issue. While anyone can experience such issues (most people, for example, might be bothered by loud music in a crowded restaurant), some people are more sensitive than others, to the point it becomes a quality-of-life aka a medical issue.

If you consistently struggle with environmental stimuli that other people aren’t bothered by (background noises, bright lights, certain textures and tastes, etc), to the point it causes daily discomfort or limits the environments you can be in, I recommend reading about Sensory Processing Disorder.

SPD and sound sensitivity are both super common in autistic folks (like me!), but allistic (non-autistic) people can experience them too. Weep, ye prisoners of mortal coil, for none are safe, nothing sacred, not in this thy most accursed tomb of human flesh!

Anyway.

SOUND SENSITIVITY or HYPERACUSIS: Noise issues are particularly difficult to navigate in a world that is increasingly...noisy. The relatively new phenomenon of constant overhead music in restaurants, grocery stores, shopping malls etc—all of this means that public spaces are increasingly inaccessible to people with auditory issues.*

As a kid, nothing quite triggered sensory overload/meltdowns for me like the constant exposure to noise I couldn’t control—the background chatter of other kids in the lunchroom, the constant noise in public spaces, being trapped in the car with the radio on.... I had so many fights with my siblings about the car radio, and who got to choose the music.**

But it’s not just loud sounds that are the problem. As an adult who lives alone and works from home***, I’m lucky enough to be able to avoid loud environments most of the time. This does wonders for my general levels of anxiety and discomfort. But even in a mostly controlled environment, I still experience problems. Because part of sound sensitivity is that even normal or quiet sounds can feel loud and intrusive. Here are some “normal” sounds that can cause me discomfort (ranging from annoyance to outright pain, depending on the day):

refrigerator/AC/ceiling lights humming

dishwasher/washing machine noises

ceiling fan making that damn ceiling fan noise

faint sounds of traffic

riding in a car

other people having a normal conversation in the background

someone talking to me in a perfectly normal inside voice

Unfortunately, even in a “controlled” environment, many triggering noises can’t be controlled. And many parts of life can’t be lived in a controlled environment. This presents...some incredibly freaking annoying problems. Luckily there are solutions!

Sorta.

There are sorta some solutions.

They are imperfect, but they help.

TREATMENT: And now I have something rather shame-faced to admit. In all the years of managing my symptoms, it never once occurred to me to see a hearing specialist for my issues with sound. I wasn’t even aware that treatment options exist, because none of my other doctors mentioned it. Instead, I’ve spent years finding my own coping mechanisms and tools, with help from therapists and psychiatrists, but without ever consulting an audiologist/ENT. It was only while researching this post that I found out that was even an option, holy shit.

So it turns out I am going to be making an appointment with my local ENT practice. shit.

Apparently treatment options include sound/acoustic therapy, systematic desensitization/exposure therapy, cognitive behavior therapy, sound machines, and other options that I had no idea even existed, goddammit.

MANAGEMENT: In the meantime, here are my current coping mechanisms. I’ve relied rather heavily on hearing protection, which is very useful when used in moderation. Unfortunately, it can cause its own problems: it’s important not to overuse hearing protection, because in the long-term this can increase your sensitivity. So again: a useful tool, but be careful not to overdo it.

With that in mind, here are some of the coping strategies I’ve used over the last decade to manage my symptoms. This is not a perfect system and you should contact your local ENT clinic for better, long-term solutions, but in the meantime here are some tips I use to just get myself through the damn day:

Regularly spending time in a quiet controlled environment, to allow my nervous system to decompress.

Wearing earplugs, (I use two different grade, depending on the level of noise prevention I need), and always carrying an extra pair in case I need them unexpectedly. I bought a 50 pack for $7 and put spares in all my bags and jacket pockets.

(I mostly use Mack’s Ultra Soft, but there are so many types and materials and brands, including foam, silicone, wax, custom moldable etc. Even if you have trouble wearing things in your ears, you might be able to find something comfortable.)

Similarly: hearing protection earmuffs, the kind used in gun ranges and on construction sites. I bought mine online for $10. they look like normal wireless headphones, so I've never gotten comments when wearing mine in public (other than “cool heaphones” bc i added skull glitter stickers).

Sometimes I wear the earmuffs on top of earplugs, when life is just too damn LOUD.

Listening to music w/ earbuds or headphones is a great way to balance out background noises, especially if you can find soothing playlists that help you concentrate. Also useful to put in just one earbud when you need to pay attention in class/at work.

Pro tip: if your hair is long enough you can wear wireless earbuds without anyone knowing.

White noise, rain noises, ocean noises etc can be helpful! Some people like whale songs although personally this activates my primal fear response

Active noise cancelling headphones: the reason I wrote this post to begin with—I finally bought a pair! As in, a really good pair! As in, a depressingly expensive pair with noise cancelling technology that actually WORKS, holy shit. I probably need to wear them a little less at home (bc overprotection causes problems in the longterm) but they have absolutely transformed my ability to go out in public and i never ever want to take these suckers off again please take a power screwdriver and nail these to my head, bury me in the sweet sweet shroud of silence. holy canoli and cream puffs I want to marry form a civil partnership with these headphones. Plus they have a bunch of features, like being able to control the level of noise cancellation, so I can hold a conversation or be aware of some ambient noise for safety reasons.

Oh, and also they play music I guess?

Sorry sorry I promise this post wasn’t supposed to be me shilling for Big Electronics. I’m just excited, I’m an excited flabby little ball of expired flubber. ANC headphones aren’t a perfect solution, and I still sometimes wear earplugs underneath, and I will always be uncomfortable some of the time, but for me it’s been a big step.

Unfortunately the cost of good quality ANC technology means this isn’t an option for everyone, and the (much cheaper) gunshot protection earmuffs I mentioned earlier still provide an impressive amount of protection and bang-for-your buck (maybe even an equal amount of protection, if you can find ones that fit well). But if noise consistently prevents you from enjoying public space and life in general, and you’ve already tried earmuffs & earplugs and find they don’t offer enough comfort/convenience/protection, and if you’re in a position to save up for a one time non-necessity purchase of $150+, noise cancelling headphones are an option to be aware of. (Please always check the return policy so you can try before you buy. I ended up buying and returning 2 pairs before finding what worked best for me. And please look for a retailer that offers an extended warranty. You want those motherforkers to last).

There are cheaper options available, including some under $50. The ones I tried didn't work as well as my hearing protection earmuffs, but some people report good experiences, so that is something to consider. it's always good to know your options! Passive noise canceling is another affordable alternative.

Medication: A final tool in my toolbox, which for me personally has helped as much as every other method combined. Like, a lot, it’s helped a lot. It turns out some anti-anxiety medications can also help sensory issues. There’s not much research on this, and I only discovered it firsthand when a medication my doctor prescribed for anxiety ended up significantly helping my sensory issues. I no longer need medication for anxiety, but my psychiatrist still prescribes that same medication off-label for my sensory stuff. Ask your psychiatrist to research your options (they will probably have to do some digging to find relevant research, but you deserve to know all your options, even the obscure ones). Fyi, the medication I use is in the benzodiazepines class, but there are other options for those concerned about dependency or side effects.

(I'm also told anti-anxiety supplements may be helpful, though I haven't tried this yet. If you're on prescription meds, always talk to your doctor about contraindications before taking anything over-the-counter.)

So there you have it, my main coping strategies for sound sensitivity! They are not a replacement for medical treatment (except that last one which is in fact...medical treatment), but I find them helpful and I hope some of you will too! I’ve struggled for a long time, and I’m very pleased to have reached the point where I can just do things in public. Eating out in loud restaurants? I can do that now, and even enjoy it, holy shit! I can comfortably travel in cars for hours at a time, and walk around shopping malls and grocery stores with overhead music, and, and —and just exist. It is so so freeing, to feel like maybe, after everything, you are actually allowed to just exist in a world that wasn’t really designed for you.

Again, be careful not to overuse hearing protection—the goal is to allow you to be less uncomfortable and to function better, but if you find you are becoming more sensitive to noise, it is time to dial it back a notch. Or maybe consider listening to music (at a reasonable volume) to block out background noise instead.

*(This also includes people with hearing loss and related issues, btw. While that’s not my area of knowledge, I would welcome it if any of my HoH followers want to share their experiences.)

**A sign of sensory issues that parents often miss is when a child complains about music being too loud—but has no problem listening to their own music at high volume. This is because music that is already familiar to the listener (and that the listener enjoys) is much easier for the brain to process, since it knows what pattern of sounds to expect. Loud music that they get to control can be soothing for people with sound issues, especially when it blocks out background noise and sensations. This is why repetitively playing the same songs can be a helpful form of stimming.

***(working on this blog, actually. since it��s my only source of income, my 2020 income tax return literally lists my occupation as ‘Tumblr Blogger.’ Oddly, my parent didn’t feel this achievement was worth including in the holiday family newsletter.)

bonus fun fact: Charles Babbage aka “father of the computer” may have been autistic and hypersensitive to sound. He definitely had a huge problem with public noise pollution, and spent his later year waging a war on street musicians (and organ grinders in particular).

(bc like, yeah. screw organ grinders.)

Sometimes when I’m out in public and the overhead music is particularly unbearable, I’ll take a moment to look up to the sky and scream out: “HE TRIED TO WARN US! THE FATHER OF COMPUTERS TRIED TO WARN US!!! we should have listened, sweet heaven we should have listened!”

except i don’t scream it, i say it very quietly under my breath

(i have issues with noise)

so yeah that is my short essay. and here is the ko-fi goal

k ciao i gotta go pick out glitter stickers for my headphones

#actuallyautistic #not a shitpost #holy shit how did i spend 3 hours writing this what even is my blog #this blog is supposed to be blue whale anxiety and uncomfortably sexy clown jokes #what am i doing #sensory processing disorder #sensory issues #mental health #actually autistic #NOTIFY ME OF ANY TYPOS #i proofread this 5 times my eyes weep an unceasing flood of blood and regret #adhd #actuallyadhd #autism #sensory problems

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⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut, Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Jeno, Infidelity, Age Gap, Daddy Kink, Pussy Slapping, Cunnilingus (m), Dacryphilia, Asphyxiation, Fingering, Cockwarming

Lee Jeno's a smart man, he earns six-figures a year, has a new wife, what could go wrong? The wife part—that's where.

Maybe he should've listened when people said that marriage was a trap, but he couldn't care less. He wanted to take pride in a family of his own, who could blame him?

When he married your mother, he'd been painfully unaware as to who his stepdaughter would be. In his defense, he'd never been introduced to you formally. For all he knew you might've just been a friend...of his son.

He'd also been painfully unaware of how often his new wife would be gone, and how often he'd be stuck with you.

No wonder you'd be with him so often.

Jeno's not quite sure when his attraction with you started, or maybe when your own attraction with him started.

Nope, definitely the attraction between each other.

Anyone could see it was a mutual thing the moment you'd laid eyes on each other—maybe not your mother, though.

Jeno wanted nothing more than to lay out on his couch with you in his lap all day. Sounds cliche? He knows, he knows very well.

Luckily, yet unluckily for him, he could feel your thinly covered core rubbing against him through his sweatpants.

"Now you’re a smart girl, aren’t you y/n?" Jeno questioned with faux softness as your hands roamed his pushed back, salt and pepper hair. You nodded. "I am" you agreed a little sheepishly, almost questioningly. He hummed at your answer.

"If you’re so smart then why’s your ass rubbing against my cock?" he asked with a small grin on his lips and his eyebrows slightly raised. He watched as you looked down, face flushed.

His hands rubbed up and down your waist before he grabbed your chin to look at him. "C'mon, tell Daddy why." Automatically, you were taken aback. "I—" you trailed off. "You what?" he mused, Jeno's dangerous eyes bearing into your soul. "Tell. Me. Why."

At this point, you were embarrassed beyond belief.

Jeno scoffed, "Poor thing can’t even form a response, can you?"

He chuckled as your face heated up, his hand traveled farther and farther until it reached your pantie covered core. Jeno rubbed his middle finger up and down your slit making you shudder at his touch.

You mewled directly in his ear sending blood to rush straight down to his cock. Jeno groaned before giving your cunt a few slaps, "Bet you liked that, huh baby?"

He laughed lightly when you hummed in a whiny pitch. Taking your face in his hands, he looked at you up and down. "You wanna make Daddy happy?" you gave him a small nod "Yeah? Then will my baby be such a good girl and suck me off?" you nodded again, eager to please him. He gave you an endearing peck to your lips, letting go of your pretty face.

You sank down to your knees in-between his thighs where he sat on the couch and slowly pulled down his sweatpants along with his boxers. The moment his cock sprang up from its confines, Jeno let out a breath of relief. Understandably so—his dick was already leaking precum.

Wrapping a hand around the base, you have the tip kitten licks before sinking your head down on his dick as far as you could. A long, drawn out moan left Jeno's lips when he bucked his hip up causing his dick to push past your gag reflex. You tried your best to swirl your tongue around his dick. Looking up at the man, tears began to prick in your eyes.

Jeno's head was thrown back with one arm thrown over the pillows and the other preoccupied with his hand in your hair. A small grin creeped up on his face when you whimpered against his dick. Jeno's dick had just, in fact, twitched in your mouth and it didn't help the wetness that was beginning to ooze down your thighs.

Bobbing your head up and down, you drew out more groans from Jeno. Hissing between his teeth, he pulled you off his dick, chuckling at your fucked out expression. "What a fuckin' mess" he murmured to no one but you.

"C'mon," he said, picking you up off the floor "Don't wanna fuck you on the couch, baby"

The moment you'd landed on his bed, he pried your legs apart showing off all of your arousal. "Got that wet from just suckin' my dick?" he snickered, amused by how wet you were for him.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, watching more arousal leak from your pussy "must've really liked my dick that much"

You bit down on your bottom lip, hiding a smile. You shook your head causing Jeno's eyebrow to furrow. "No," you disagreed, an unnoticeable amount of teasing was in your voice. "No?" Jeno repeated, confused but intrigued. He almost laughed as he scratched his toned abdomen, almost not believing your disagreement.

"No," you confirmed simply, pulling him by the neck to your face "In fact, I love your dick"

Jeno dropped his gaze and closed his eyes, chuckling while your hands continued to run through his hair. He looked back up to meet your bashful, embarrassed stare. "You can't possibly love my dick more than me, could you?" he questioned, teasingly.

Only, you didn't take it as such a joke. You considered if you loved your very one, one and only, Lee Jeno. You froze for fractions of a second to think. Was it that obvious to others? Yes—it was in fact very obvious that you loved him. You loved every bit of him, even his dick. Especially his dick.

You shook your head at him. "No, love you more" you answered in a whimpery tone. Jeno smirked at your words, giving you a big kiss to your lips. If anyone walked into the room, they would've doted on how cheesily the two of you spoke to each other.

They might dote the way Jeno spoke to you, though.

"You gonna take my cock?" he questioned, breathily as you nodded impatiently "Yeah?" he smiled, condescendingly "Yeah? You gonna let Daddy use you, baby?"

You could only look up at him and nod oh-so pathetically, you wanted all of him—Jeno just liked seeing you blatantly agree. "Nuh-uh, baby, gotta hear it from you. Wanna hear it slip past your pretty lips."

He wanted your consent? But it was crystal clear?

Oh god—if only you could've married him.

You swallowed hard, "Please D-Daddy~" you whined, nearly stumbling on all your words "I wan' you to use me...wan' you to use my pussy."

The way you sounded so desperate for his cock could only make his heart swell up with pride before he laughed right in your face. "You're so pathetic it's cute" Jeno cooed "Daddy'll give you his cock, just for his little baby."

Jeno grabbed the base of his cock and tapped your pussy with the tip a few times, then slowly pushed in. He cursed throatily, his hands stationing themselves on your hips as he tried his best to inch in the rest of his dick. Placing his focus from your face to your cunt, he groaned realizing he was only half-way in. "God, cunt's so fuckin' small." he said, digging his nails into your soft flesh whilst he grabbed your hips, slamming yours to meet his. Your moans were squeaky and aligned with every thrust Jeno gave.

The moment he gave the thrust that signaled he'd successfully fit all his dick inside you, he immediately threw his head back and let out a groan of relief.

You swore you could've come just from the sight.

An exasperated moan left Jeno's lips as he looked back down at you. "F-fuck," he cursed with a stutter of his hips "Pussy's so goddamn tight, feels like you're gonna milk my cock."

Being so affected by his words, you let out a whine.

"Oh?" Jeno questioned, suddenly more captivated by you that he'd ever been "M'baby likes that? She wants to fuckin' milk my cock, huh?"

His grin widened when all you could possibly do was moan under him, "C'mon, tell me—tell Daddy what you want."

Jeno's hand made its way up to your neck as you tried to form a response for him. You nodded your head almost frantically as his grip around your neck tightened, "Mhm! Just want your c-cum, Daddy" you mewled, looking straight at the man above you with eyes that he swore might be his downfall. "P-please give it to me!" you cried, your orgasm suddenly hitting you when least expected.

Watching you absolutely fall apart under him—your back arching, moans and whimpers passing your lips, tears daring to fall down your oh-so pretty cheeks—Jeno loved every bit of it. "Goddamnit," he softly cursed, his hips picking up speed to fuck you harder to overstimulation.

"O-oh, Daddy~" you whined, your voice shaky and rather unstable as Jeno's hand landed on your throat. The grip he had on you was soft yet hard enough for you to feel the difference. Noises of the bed shaking along with the noises from the both of you filled the room until a distinct loud groan erupted from the one and only Jeno himself. His hips stuttered as strings of his cum painted your walls.

Slowly, he caught his breath and pulled out of you letting his cum mixed with yours seep out. Jeno quickly took note of this.

"Oh no, no, no, no," he tsked with a lazy smile on his face while his hand reached for your soaked pussy. His two fingers forcing the cum back inside you only to ooze out again. Jeno thought for a second.

Sitting up against the headboard, he pulled your body towards his lap. Sinking you down on his cock, he chuckled as you moaned and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your nails dug into his thighs as he bottomed out, your back hitting his chest. Jeno's lips easily found the crook of your neck and peppered it with kisses whilst you drifted off to sleep.

Except you couldn't sleep.

You needed to move—badly. Unfortunately for you Jeno was already on the verge of sleep, but energy suddenly flew through that man the moment you'd started moving. He made a noise of acknowledgement towards you, "M'baby wants more, huh?" He chuckled as if he were ascending up into heaven as you picked up the pace.

Holding his thighs for support, you slammed your hips and wiggled them repeatedly eliciting moans out of your mouth that you weren't quite ready to let out. "A-ah~" you whimpered, "l-love your cock, Daddy."

Amused, he rested his hands on your hips, "Yeah? Bet you do by the way you fuck yourself on it."

He groaned when he knew for a fact your face was burning without even looking at you. The flesh of your ass smacked against his thighs as you bounced up and down his dick, the tip almost brushing against your cervix making you mewl.

As you moved up and down, Jeno's mind was getting just as hazy as yours. Nothing but praises and groans ever left his lips while you rode him. His groans grew even louder when you came all over his dick without warning. "A-awe fuck," he moaned out, wrapping his arm around your limp form to thrust up into you with your back pressed against his chest. "Creamed all over my cock, so nice of you to do, baby" he said as his thrusts got slower and deeper until his cock twitched inside you before he came for the second time. The groan he let out could've made you cum all over again.

Catching his breath, he brushed the hair away from your face to kiss your passed out form. He reached over to his nightstand to read yet another text from his wife letting him know she wouldn't be home for another two weeks—something came up.

But Jeno knew exactly what that something is. As his muscles relaxed and laid his head back against the headboard. He smiled to himself contently.

Oh what a smart man he is.

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𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖆 [𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐼𝐼]

Part I.

Captain Shigaraki is a merciless pirate, a terror over the seven seas, a monster of a man who fears neither god nor man. You’ve sworn to take him down and bring him to his knees under the crown’s justice, and you would have, if only he hadn’t discovered your most well-kept secret.

TW: Mentions of Violence and Death, Misogyny, Smut to come in the next part.

Weaponless.

Powerless.

Defenseless.

You were laid bare under his crimson gaze, eyes like rupees darting over your feminine features, from the soft shape of your jaw to the torn fabric that hung in front of your chest, or the little yelp that escaped your lips as you took a step back and away from him. There was nowhere to flee, though, not when your thighs bucked against the wood of his desk, not when he towered in front of you, inescapable wall of a man obstructing the only way towards the deck, the sea, your own ship, freedom.

He smiled, chapped lips pulled into a smirk.

His gaze, unreadable when it dove into yours.

“Wanna live, Commodore?” he asked, three simple words rendered heavy by the way they held your fate in their so few syllables.

And what were they but a too-good-to-be-true offer from an enemy, a deal with the devil, an unknown contract signed in blood? Triumph was in his hands, in his eyes, in the way his satisfied grin showed teeth sharp as a shark’s. The power balance tilted in his favor, he knew, and you’d have to break it and kill him for you to get the upper hand again, but that would never happen.

He had won.

“Yes,” you whispered, eyes closing on their own when you felt the blade of his sword softly brush against your throat, a threat ever so present. What if he’d just asked the cursed question to taunt you, after all? The bitter taste of humiliation mixed with the sourness of fear on your tongue, and you waited for the cut of the blade, for the blood to spill, for the cold embrace of death as it ripped your soul from your body and took it to the bottom of the sea where it would rest at last.

Instead, you felt something warm.

Your eyes startled open, and you only saw the back of Shigaraki’s silhouette as he left his own cabin, his white shirt stained with the crimson of your own blood, wild strands of his hair swaying in the sea breeze as it slammed the door behind him, leaving you there, in that cramped little office on your own.

With his coat laying on your shoulders.

The fabric was warm from the temperature of his skin, you realized, a slight blush creeping over your cheeks at the thought. It was wet at the sleeves with what was probably seawater and a few buttons were missing, but it didn’t matter, because it was big enough on your form to fill its purpose.

To hide the shirt he’d cut open and your body parts peeking beneath.

Fingers trembling with relief, you closed the fabric over your chest. It felt good, reassuring, even. Familiar, somehow; it smelled like him, which shouldn’t have been as comforting as it was. A knife lingered in the pocket, and your fingers clasped around the handle when you reached for it, just in case.

But you hadn’t been tricked.

The door wasn’t locked. You could step out on the deck and leave with your own ship if you wished to. You weren’t trapped, at least not by Shigaraki’s doing. You had a knife, enough clothing to hide the feminine shape of your chest, and your life still intact.

And yet, you stayed.

Feet frozen into place, fingers trembling on the handle of that knife, the clatter of swords slowly dying down outside as Shigaraki announced that he’d taken the commodore hostage, no matter that he hadn’t, in fact, no matter that you’d willingly laid out your fate in his hands.

He’d kept your secret.

It was clever, as usual with him. He’d chosen the only way for you to go back to your life, should you wish to, once the crown paid a ransom. It advantaged both of you, filling his pockets with gold and allowing you to keep both your life and the ocean of lies you’d chosen as shelter.

Yet, one mystery lingered.

Why hadn’t he killed you?

—-

You watched, fascinated, as your ship went away.

A life’s work. The dreams you’d cradled as a child, all incarnated in that wooden hull and creamy-white sails. Its silhouette got smaller and smaller as it reached towards the horizon, disappearing like a ghost once it was far enough.

Leaving you on your own, on Shigaraki’s ship.

And yet, your heart felt as light as that night in your hometown. It had seen a glimpse of freedom in Shigaraki’s hands, you knew, and now begged for more. His coat felt warm on your shoulders, and the sea breeze blowing through the open window of his quarters’ tasted like a promise of the unknown, a vow of something more, of something true, for once.

You pushed the door leading to the deck, meeting a pair of golden eyes sparkling with excitement on your way there, blonde strands of hair framing a cute little face coated in blood.

“Toga,” you said, still in awe at her presence. There was a smile on her lips, like the last time you’d seen her, revealing little fangs as sharp as a shark’s.

She made a little turn on herself, skirt flying gracefully around her, to study you from each and every side, golden irises darting from your face to your hands, to the sword at your belt or the coat on your shoulders. She cocked an eyebrow at the sight, freezing for a second as if surprised that you’d be the one to wear it, but her smile widened then, a slight hint of mischief now pulling at her traits.

“Tomura said you’d be with us for a bit,” she sang, the knife she held in her hands almost dancing between her fingers as she played with it.

Tomura.

The name felt foreign as it echoed in your mind, though you’d let it roll on your tongue once or twice in the past, always followed by his last name in an attempt to belittle him. There was power in a name, sometimes more so than in a title.

Pirate.

Captain.

Tomura.

He was close to his crew, it meant. Close enough that he would allow such intimacy, a first name called like a friend’s. He’d called her Toga, too, you remembered, without any hesitation in his voice, without any doubt in his tone. Such names without an added title meant proximity, loyalty, family, sometimes, even. Shigaraki and his crew were bonded not by duty, but by something else, it seemed.

A pang of jealousy prickled at your heart.

Commodore, you’d always been called.

With voices cold as the deepest depths of the sea, as the strongest winds from the north. Respect pulled at your crew’s tone more than any other feeling, each syllable completely void of any warmth, for you weren’t their friend but their better.

The navy didn’t allow for any flaw, any personal closeness.

Or any woman.

Yet, Toga grabbed the fabric of your sleeve between two fingers, pulling you behind her as she made her way towards the rest of the crew, on the other side of the deck. Night was falling slowly but surely, the sky darkening by the second as someone you recognized as one of Shigaraki’s crew’s members lit up a few lanterns that hung over the railing.

It gave a cozy, warm atmosphere to that space they’d made theirs.

Shigaraki was leaning against a wall, arms crossed in front of him. Your eyes trailed the fabric of his shirt, thin enough that he would surely be cold as the sun sank below the horizon. It clung to his skin, wet with sweat, seawater and blood, delicately emphasizing the shape of his arms and chest underneath.

You averted your gaze, focusing on the other crew members instead, most of whom eyed you not with hatred or apprehension, but curiosity instead.

Toga shoved a bowl of fish soup in your hands, inviting you to sit beside them and share dinner, which was so damn domestic it made your heart flutter in a way it shouldn’t have.

“So,” a man covered in tattoos said, a smirk pulling at his lips pierced with silver rings. He leaned towards you from the other side of the table, one of his bony fingers smoothly trailing the hem of Shigaraki’s coat along your shoulder and collarbone. There was a hint of mockery in his voice although he’d only said a single word, and you frowned before he even finished his sentence.

“Never knew our dear ol’ captain was into weak, self-righteous, ridiculously posh men,” he teased. “What’s it about? The thrill of playing enemies to lovers? Can’t see anything else appealing about you, or him for that matter.”

You froze.

Not at his accusation, but at the realization that hit you like a hurricane.

He hadn’t told your secret. Not even to his crew.

And, as you raised your eyes to his, there was something in his gaze, an explanation clear as day sparkling in his crimson irises.

Your secret is yours to share, it said.

“Stop pestering him, Dabi,” Toga said, childish pleading thick in her voice. “This is why no one wants to join this crew. You’re too annoying.”

Dabi scoffed at her words, lips pulled into a grin revealing sharp, white teeth.

“Who needs a coward like that in their crew?” He turned to you then, some kind of spiteful arrogance in his eyes. “Abandoning your own ship simply because you were losing, Commodore. It might be a win-win situation, but it sure as hell isn’t a good look for you. You that scared of defeat?”

Something hissed in the air before hitting the table with a loud sound.

The blade you’d found in Shigaraki’s pocket, lodged in the millimeter-wide gap between two of Dabi’s fingers. Threatening. A demonstration of precision, a promise of something more if he didn’t shut up.

You could have severed his whole hand, had you been less skilled.

“I’ve learned,” you said, and this time, you didn’t disguise your voice, didn’t try to pass it as male. It felt foreign even to your ears then, a little too high, a little too weak, but it was freeing all the same. “That men who talk loud and stupid like you do tend to try and make up that way for something they lack. Got nothing in your pants, Dabi, is that it?”

You said his name softly, so mockingly seductive, everything in your tone and demeanor an attempt to belittle him.

His eyes widened for a second, mismatched lips parted in pure, raw surprise.

“So that’s what it was,” an older man said, a gentle smile spreading on his face. He spoke as if a mystery had been unveiled, a treasure uncovered. You supposed that the truth was close to that.

Something to treasure, like you should have.

“I knew it!” Toga exclaimed, clasping her hands around yours. Hers were tiny, lean fingers struggling to tighten their hold. Still, they were wet with blood, and you would have wiped it away with the sleeve of your coat in a sisterly gesture, had it been yours.

“Give her some clothes,” Shigaraki told her, not mentioning the torn shirt though all could hear it in his voice. She’s got nothing else to wear, it said. He didn’t bring up the coat, didn’t push for you to give it back to him, as if it had been yours all along.

Someone filled your soup bowl with more fish pieces, the most tender parts of it, a nice gesture that made you feel welcome. Shigaraki was gone when you raised your eyes after taking a bite of it, and somehow, his absence felt louder than the laugh of Toga and her friend Jin.

It was a group of misfits, you realized after a while.

And somehow, your true self fit right in.

——

It was a few days before you were alone with Shigaraki again.

You’d washed the coat to the best of your abilities, wearing Toga’s clothes instead. They were a bit tight and somehow impractical on your form, but it didn’t matter, not when they were the first feminine clothes you could wear freely in a while. It felt weird, to let your body breathe without hiding your curves under a tight cloth.

It felt like you could move, it felt like you were free.

It felt like you could do anything.

“Enter,” Shigaraki’s raspy voice said once you knocked on the door to his quarters.

You closed it behind you, careful not to wrinkle the coat you held in your arms. Anything not to undo all the efforts you’d made.

The pirate captain was hunched over his desk, maps, pens and ink clattering the whole surface of it. His lean fingers went from one side of the crumpled paper to another, trailing the length of sea roads, the gentle shape of carefully drawn seaside towns you had yet to visit, or the red crosses here and there he’d scribbled with crimson ink — the marks of his next targets, surely.

You let your gaze focus on the slow movement of his digits over the maps, every movement carefully calculated. He had gentle hands, too pretty and delicate-looking for the filthy business he used them for. You’d seen them drenched in blood more often than you could count, the pretty pale white of his skin concealed beneath crimson stains. And now that it had washed away, scarlet gone both from his hands and from the image you held of him in your mind, it was as if you discovered him again, as if you’d never truly known him before.

He looked pretty beneath the blood.

You averted your gaze, your cheeks warming a bit too much at the thought.

He perked up, then, a slight little frown pulling at his brow.

“The coat,” he said, glancing at the clothing item you carefully cradled against your chest. “You could have kept it, you know.”

He almost didn’t want it back.

As captain, Tomura was an efficient man. He took calculated risks, knew his own strengths and weaknesses and how to make the best of them to take down every single one of his enemies in a bloodbath if needed. He wasn’t often surprised, and for good reason — he did pride himself in always knowing what to expect, always predicting the next move on the chess game of life.

He was clever. He knew what to make of things.

But you’d bested him then — he’d studied you as an opponent, learned and analyzed every single little thing that made you such a worthy adversary, from your skills with the blade to the wits you’d demonstrated each and every time you’d faced him in battle. And yet, he hadn’t been able to uncover the most obvious truth, the one that could have doomed you in a single word should he have wished it so.

You were an enigma. A mystery. And now, he wanted to uncover every single one of your little secrets like lost treasures yet concealed by the riddles swarming your gaze, just like he had when his blade had slashed through your shirt. He would kill two birds with one stone, earn the ransom money and put together the pieces of your puzzle, if only he could keep a grasp on the strange fascination that had birthed in the very depths of his chest at the sight of you, this time devoid of lies of pretense.

The sight of the real you.

But those grand plans would be made easier if only he didn’t feel so lost at the mere knowledge that you’d worn his clothing.

It was stupid. Just a few pieces of fabric held together by a bit of thread. Something old, something that was ripped in a few places, something that was covered in dark stains no matter how many times he tried to wash it. It was a coat, nothing much, but it was his — he’d worn it every time he’d fought you, and every time he plotted revenge against you, too. If he didn’t have much but his fleet and a few riches stolen here and there, that one truly belonged to him.

And he would have lied if he’d said seeing you wearing it didn’t do anything to him.

It was a weird little spark that had lit in his chest, something warm and almost comforting. Yet, no matter how much he yearned to lean into it, he’d buried it in the deepest abysses of his mind, never to be spoken into words. If Tomura knew his strength and weaknesses, he could very much attest that whatever this little spark was, it was somehow turning into the latter.

Yet, his heart had the nerve to tighten a bit when he noticed you’d washed the coat, and your scent wouldn’t linger on it.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I’m not wearing men’s clothing anymore, remember?” you replied, your tone a bit teasing. It felt both weird and natural to hear the smile in your voice, when just a few days before you’d held blades to each other’s throats.

Tomura found that he didn’t dislike the sound.

You stayed true to your character, though — the arrogance that your position had given you lingered still, and he almost found a way to appreciate it when you pushed a few ink brushes littering his desk just so that you could sit on the polished wood there. It brought you closer, that stupid, shameless side of you, and Tomura’s eyes dwindled on your face when you studied the marks he’d made on the map, your gaze on it too focused to notice his lingering stare.

Your lips parted for a second, as if you were about to comment on his next target.

But you stayed silent — you weren’t ready to betray the navy just yet, not in that way at least. Not by helping a pirate captain destroy their ships and supplies.

“I’m grateful, truly,” you said instead, and Tomura hadn’t expected that — you were harder to read than most, he supposed. The pride he’d seen you wrap yourself into like a blanket seemed to fade from your grasp each second you spent on his ship, and he often wondered if, maybe, it hadn’t been a way for you to push others away, to protect your secret from peeking eyes.

You were like a puzzle, one he was eager to put together.

“I told you you’d fit better among the pirates,” he simply replied, his eyes dawdling on your lips when they stretched into a smile.

You leaned towards him, above his desk, above the map, above every single ounce of self control he still held in that tiny, rotten little heart of his, and there was a light of mischief in your gaze, almost as unexpected as that stupid spark that lit once again in the depths of his chest, or the infernal warmth that pooled beneath his flesh.

Weakness, there it was.

Yet, he longed for it all the same, cradling it in his mind like a treasure yet undiscovered.

“So, what do you think?” you asked then, as if to provoke him even more, and it worked all too well in Tomura’s opinion. “Does freedom suit me?”

It did.

More than he’d expected — another miscalculation on his part.

If you’d been cold and distant as commodore, wrapping yourself into cowardly pride that Tomura had craved to rip away with his blood-coated hands, you were warm, almost tender and even kind, ever since you’d watched your ship sail away and disappear behind the line of the horizon.

A fire birthed in you, bright as sunshine, light made flesh, and the navy had done nothing but stifle it, smother it until you were but a shadow of yourself, drowning in empty lies just in the hopes you’d be able to grasp happiness between trembling fingers. The thought filled Tomura with unbridled rage, one he was eager to unleash, one that pulsed beneath his ribs whenever his chest wasn’t filled with the stupid little spark that birthed there every time your gaze met his.

Of course, you perked up, and, when your eyes dove into his, he realized he had forgotten to reply.

“It does,” he said in a breath, and he prayed that you weren’t able to hear the embarrassment in his voice. The words sounded weak, because they were — in all the dictionaries and encyclopedias he’d read, there wasn’t a single term that would have been fitting to speak the thoughts that swarmed his mind then. It simply did, it suited you, stupidly so, so much that it made him want to carve into his own chest to grasp the spark that lingered there and extinguish it between his trembling fingers like he would any other weakness.

You replied with a laugh, and the sound made him feel as far gone as those times his ship got pulled into a sea storm and death almost caught his soul in between its tight clutches. But Tomura was no weak man ; he’d always found a way to cheat doom, and it wasn’t going to change anytime soon, not even for the soft little smile you gave him as you went on your merry way, leaving his coat, washed and carefully folded on his desk.

Or so he thought.

—-

Life on a pirate ship was very different from the navy.

Both messy and overwhelming, a comfortable kind of chaos — one that wasn’t dictated by rules broken but by the lack of them thereof. On your fleet, tasks were scheduled and carefully assigned to each member of your crew. There wasn’t any place for unplanned events, for slacking off, or even for games played in the light of a few candles long after the sun dropped below the line of the horizon.

Shigaraki’s crew seemed fond of those and, soon enough, you found yourself sitting beside him, watching a very determined Toga trying to win a game of cards against a more-than-annoyed Dabi. The young girl had put some money on the line, and Dabi seemed ready to snatch the few coins that littered the worn-out table between them, but the state of the game said otherwise.

“I’m betting on Toga,” you told Shigaraki in a low whisper, nudging him in the ribs to catch his attention.

He glanced at you, arching a brow in amused acknowledgment.

“No luck, I’m betting on Toga too,” he replied.

“Don’t waste your breath,” Spinner intervened, tilting his head towards you. “There isn’t a single person in this crew who would bet on Dabi at this point.”

The lean man covered in tattoos perked up at the words, his jaw ticking with unconcealed annoyance. It dripped from his voice as he spoke, heavy threats pulling at each and every one of the syllables that spilled from his lips.

“I should throw you all overboard,” he said, though there was no animosity in his tone, unlike you’d expected. It was as if he were used to all of this — the bickering, the bantering, the gentle little teasing shared between friends. It was an unfamiliar type of atmosphere to you, for there had been no place for friendship on your fleet, only for cold, distant efficiency, and the thought prickled your heart like a thorn.

Well, it wasn’t too late. Maybe you could change things once you went back to your ship.

Or would you?

The possibility was there, as threatening as it was appealing. To say fuck it all and join Shigaraki’s crew, leaving behind a life spent locked in a golden cage crafted with your own lies. As gentle as the feel of your shackles was, they were restraints all the same, and Shigaraki held the key to your salvation — would you be bold enough to ask him for it, then ?

You glanced at him as Dabi slipped a few coins in Toga’s palms with a sigh.

The pirate captain was focused on the game still. A light of amusement sparkled in his gaze, one that you hadn’t seen often in the deep red of his irises. Yet, it disappeared in a blink, as soon as he noticed you’d been staring.

You averted your eyes before he could comment on it.

You would have time to think about your future later — for now, it was easier to simply let yourself dive into the easy atmosphere, to laugh with the pirates as if you belonged there, among them. Soon enough, the sound of Toga’s laugh drowned the most dreadful of your thoughts and your concerns sank to the darkest abysses of your mind, forgotten for now.

Hours passed, coins changed hands, and wax dripped from the candles onto the worn-out wood of the deck beside the soles of your boots. Soon enough, the first of the crew members went to sleep, followed by others and others, yawns echoing in the deep silence of the night only troubled by the song of the waves rippling here and there. And, soon enough, you were alone with Shigaraki, two lost souls adrift on the confines of sleep deprivation.

“Play against me,” you said, grabbing the deck of cards from the table and taking a seat facing the pirate captain. You didn’t feel tired, not when his fingers briefly brushed against yours as he handed you a couple of lost cards, probably used as a cheat by one of his comrades before.

The contact pleased you more than it should have.

“Alright,” he conceded, though there was a slight hint of confidence in his voice, making it clear that he didn’t think he would lose against you. And maybe he was right, after all, whether it was through an accurate knowledge of his own skills or simply that he was able to read you well — you didn’t play games. Not with your crew, because it meant slacking off. Not with your friends, because you didn’t have any. Not with anyone.

Yet, even if you were to lose, the perspective was appealing.

And you wanted to give it a try.

“Wager your hat,” you ordered. “I want it.”

He blinked, and the surprise that flashed in his crimson eyes made you smile.

You could almost call it cute.

“My hat? Why the hell would you want my hat?”

A frown pulled at his brow now, but that didn’t mean he would deny your demand, you knew. Curiosity swarmed in his gaze, interest, too — he was as eager as you to see what would come out of this game between two enemies turned into something more, king of pirates against commodore.

But that didn’t mean that the prizes had to be as grand — you didn’t have much to offer in return, after all.

“The commodore’s uniform hat is dull. I’ve always wanted to try on a pirate hat.”

The excuse seemed to amuse him enough for him to nod.

“Deal. And what will you wager, commodore?”

He still called you by your title, but not in the same way he used to. Now, the syllables seemed almost fond as they rolled on his tongue, gentle and soft in the way they fell from his lips, lowly muttered in his husky voice.

“Secrets, Captain,” you replied in the same tone. “Surely, there must be something you’d like to know.”

You owed him.

More even than your life. If he’d saved it, he’d also offered more — hospitality, friendship, a sense of belonging that you’d never felt before. And you didn’t have anything to offer him in return, not without your ship, without your title, or without the power the reveal of your identity would have stolen from your hands. The only things worthy of wagering were the thoughts that swarmed in your mind, memories of the navy’s plans to fight against the pirates and decimate his kind.

That was all you could offer.

His enemy’s secrets.

Your betrayal against your own title.

“There is,” he confirmed, slowly taking the deck of cards from your hands to shuffle the cards between his lean, delicate fingers. “And so, we have a deal.”

The game didn’t take long — he was objectively good and you were objectively clumsy, unused to such recreational ways to pass the time. Soon enough, he held all of the winning cards, cradling a landslide victory in the palm of his hands.

“You get one question,” you said as he slipped the deck in the pocket on the inside of his coat. “You can ask anything.”

He let silence settle for a few seconds, though you knew he wasn’t pondering over his question. No, he would know what to ask, already — he would have made the calculations as soon as the proposal was out of your mouth, because Captain Shigaraki Tomura was nothing if not clever, and you’d never been able to truly catch him off guard, no matter how many times you’d tried.

He leaned over the table, an elbow settled on the worn out wood, his chin lazily resting on his palm. His gaze was on you now, studying your face as if to read even more secrets from your expression than the ones you were already willing to give. He tilted his head, crimson eyes diving deep, deep into yours.

“Why the sea?” he asked.

You blinked in surprise, the three simple words the very last thing you expected.

“You could have had freedom, on land. You could have lived a life as yourself, rather than wear a mask that would doom you if it were to fall. Why did you choose such a fate willingly?”

He wasn’t asking about the navy.

He was asking about you.

And the question brought back memories that you’d buried far, far in the darkest depths of your mind. The dreams of the sea, of monsters and syrens, of gold to be found in tiny little islands lost in the midst of a blue immensity, of new discoveries that weren’t on any map, yet. That little girl who’d wished she could sail like the men did, if only because it meant she would go wherever she wanted whenever she wanted and tame, if even a little, the overwhelming, terrifying force that was the sea.

But the question wasn’t right.

The way he’d asked it — it was as if he didn’t believe it himself.

“There was no freedom to be had on land,” you replied sincerely. “The land is a shackle in itself, one that cowards and wimps cling onto because the sea is too much of an unknown danger to them. I’d rather die to be stuck there, away from the freedom that I can taste here, no matter that it’s a fleeting or a stolen one.”

The freedom you’d held as a commodore wasn’t more than that.

Now, the one that Shigaraki offered tasted sweeter, but you’d choke on it if you let your mind dwindle on the thought for too long.

“The land is a shackle,” he repeated, pondering your words. There was the shadow of a smile on his scarred lips, and somehow, it felt as if his soul was made in the same cloth as yours. The land is a shackle, and the sea is the key — it echoed in his tone, truer and more genuine than anything else he’d ever said as the syllables rolled on his tongue.

“How did you become a pirate?” you asked then.

Not why. How.

After so many days spent by his side, you could now understand why one would choose to walk on this path. It was appealing — a bit too much, even, a forbidden treasure that could doom you as soon as you held out a hand to grasp it. Pirates were free, pirates obeyed no rule but their own, pirates had gentle hands and red eyes that sparkled with something unreadable whenever they met yours.

“Someone raised me into it,” Shigaraki replied, his tone low. “The previous pirate king. But he saw me as nothing but a pawn and so, I killed him, and stole his fleet for myself.”

He said it as if it were something small, a detail without much significance, and you supposed it was — however Shigaraki had been raised, however he had risen into power, he owed none of it to anyone but himself; that much you could attest to after facing his wits and strength time after time as his worst enemy.

But the story reminded you of your own.

It echoed the tales you’d heard, whispered low between sailors in the darkness of your parents’ tavern on late evenings. The previous pirate king, a man as cruel as he was powerful, a ruler who’d killed thousands and thousands without blinking an eye. He’d terrorized merchant and navy ships alike, and spread horror in seaside towns like yours.

And your parents had been killed by his men.

Shigaraki frowned when you said it, and if you hadn’t known better, you might even have thought you saw a slight hint of concern in his gaze.

“Is that why you joined the navy rather than a merchant ship?” he asked. “For revenge?”

To kill all the pirates without mercy.

Such had been your vow.

“For safety,” you corrected — you’d already known the previous pirate king was dead. There was no place for revenge in your mind, not if you wanted to go forward. “The safety of innocents. So that no one else would have to go through the same thing I did.”

He hummed in acknowledgment, though he knew you’d meant to decimate his kind without a second thought, if only that meant those you’d sworn to protect would be safe from his hands.

“But,” you added, and he perked up at the sound of your voice, diving his gaze into yours again. “I think I reached that goal already.”

You couldn’t read his expression as he tilted his head to the side, a few strands of white hair brushing against his cheek as he did so. Their shadows danced in his eyes in the faint light of the dying candle, and you stared for a second, entranced by the sight.

“Did you?” he wondered, and you couldn’t tell if he was pleased by your words or annoyed by them. “How so?”

You settled for the truth.

“I don’t think what happened under his rule would happen under yours. I think you’re different. I think you’re better than him. And I think I might have been mistaken when I chose the navy, though I’m not entirely decided on that matter yet.”

Something flashed in his irises — pride, maybe, though you couldn’t tell if it was for partly making you change your mind, or for the sincere compliments you’d given him. As much as you’d studied him, as well as you now knew him, he was still a mystery of a man, cloaked in shadows and secrecy.

And he kept those thoughts of his secret as well when he stood and held out a hand to help you get to your feet too. You grasped it with a shiver, letting the comforting warmth of his skin gently brush against your palm.

“It’s getting late. You should go to sleep, commodore,” Shigaraki said.

But before he turned towards the way to his cabin, he raised a hand and grasped the hem of his hat. A second later, it was on your head, shadowing the sight of him as he strode away from you.

“That’s your consolation prize,” you heard him say. “Take good care of it.”

You caught it between two fingers before it could fall in front of your eyes — the size didn’t really fit you. It was a stupid gain, from a stupid victory and yet, nothing could hold back the giddy smile that stretched your lips as you replaced it correctly on your head.

Maybe being a pirate did fit you better, after all.

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I know I said I would end this in two parts but Geri presented me with a TOO JUICY CONCEPT and now I'm obsessed and you're getting a few more chapters (it won't be too long though!). Expect a tiny bit of angst with a happy ending!

As usual, please please please tell me your thoughts, it truly means the world to me ❤

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— RYOMEN SUKUNA || LET ME MARK YOU THEN

↳ featuring : ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sex, mention of hickeys and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 22 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.7k

↳ synopsis : (modern!AU) after your lectures, you decided to pay your tattoo artist boyfriend a little visit only to then be persuaded to let him draw a tattoo design on you even though you never actually wanted a real one to be marked with.

↳ barista’s notes : just a little gift to you all before today’s episode and the reset the ‘coffees in progress’ list (wip) when i get enough sleep and after my disgusting online classes, i hope you enjoy the free cup of coffee everyone ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ - also i feel like this is the longest imagine i have ever posted ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ

Having a morning full of tedious lectures was not someone’s ideal day and it was definitely not yours. Although, there was nothing you could do but pursue them through with as much enthusiasm and determination that you could possibly muster while being impatient about the hands on the clock taking forever to move a single inch.

However, at this moment in time, you were able to escape the suffocating lecture hall after many hours for today and was now walking down the busy streets of Tokyo with a white plastic takeaway bag in one hand while the other was occupied with your tote bag that was resting on your shoulder, which surprisingly kept hold of some of your textbooks as well as your laptop giving you some reassurance that the bag that your boyfriend gave you was going to last for quite some time.

Looking around the busy quarter of the capital, you began to notice a few high school students roaming about here and there with some hanging out with their friends - mostly likely going to a cafe or to the nearest karaoke lounge that they could find - while other were either rushing home as they entered the station or to their part-time jobs that they had managed to obtain for a few extra bucks to save up for their next step in life. Noticeably, there were also a few adults out and about with some working as street-food vendors selling delicious treats that you would be craving if you weren’t so full while others were dressed extremely professional with their laptops out on their cafe/restaurant table to what seemed like they were on their lunch break.

‘He should be on his lunch break right now, but if not, I’ll just put his food in the shop’s fridge’

Continue walking to your destination, you finally reached to a quieter area with the city leading you to then stand in front of a glass order with a ‘closed’ sign in front along with another extremely noticeable sign proudly stating ‘Malevolent Shine’ to which if you had said that to any tattoo fanatic within Japan, they would instantly know what you were talking about.

Opening the door, there was a sudden noise of a ring being heard leading you to immediately look up to see the silver bell that you told him to arrange since he always got annoyed about the number of potential clients popping up without his acknowledgement only to tell him that they didn’t book an appointment at all causing him to become more irritated - and as a matter of fact, you couldn’t blame him at all.

Looking around the tattoo shop that you had entered, there wasn’t a single person in sight leading you to come to the conclusion that you were right about his lunch break since his assistant would be at the front desk if they weren’t. Although there was no one to greet you, the dark atmosphere did. It gave an odd sense of comfort with its hints of red that could calm a customer down if they were worried about the tattoo they were committing to having on their body or if it was their first - especially when it came to him.

“Oya~ ain’t you a sexy customer? But I’m afraid we’re closed, but I don’t mind giving you a private session if you want, kitten” someone smoothly stated, leading your eyes to slowly shift to the person who was leaning against the desk with a confident smirk on his face. There he was, the mastermind behind the whole shop itself.

“Well, I’m not coming in for a tattoo but I am here to give a little gift, Sukuna,” you mischievously stated, as you lifted the white bag with the takeaway you had ordered for the man himself, leading him to look at you in surprised before tilting his head indicating you to come to the back with him.

Following his lead, you placed the bag on his table once you reached the backroom before placing your tote on the floor beside the table’s leg so it didn’t fall, letting any of your precious studious contents to be lost as well as avoiding any damage to your laptop.

“I’m surprised you’re using the bag, kitten,” Sukuna suddenly commented, as he sat on his chair while pulling out the white styrofoam box of Thai food that he always ordered along with a bento box that was wrapped in a black cloth.

“Well, how could I not? You did buy it for me,” you quietly mentioned as you took off your black longline coat before placing it behind your chair since there was nowhere else to put it.

“Did you make this?” Sukuna quickly questioned as he lifted the bento box causing you to nod at his question once you saw what he meant leading you to state, “I didn’t know if you were going to stay back tonight, so I prepared some food for you in case,” causing Sukuna to smirk since you were right about your assumption and it did catch him by surprise since he didn’t mention it to you today when he left your shared apartment.

“Thanks,” he quietly muttered before pulling his chair closer towards you so he could place a lingering kiss on your cheek to show his appreciation towards you. “How was class?” he then asked, as he began to unwrap the cloth of the box to your surprise since you bought his favourite item from the Thai restaurant but made no mention of it.

“Annoying, it was suffocating in there but the lecture was interesting so that’s a plus,” you answered, as you began to scan his messy desk that displayed the many drawings that he was working on. Some of the designs that Sukuna was drawing were almost complete, while others were in the same situation but for some odd reason, it was crossed out as if he was unsatisfied with the outcome that it was going to have which lead you to be perplexed since some of the drawings were incredibly detailed and beautiful. However, you didn’t have the eyes of an artist like your boyfriend did, instead, you had the eyes of someone that was able to analyse things exceedingly well hence why you decided to pursue a career as a criminal lawyer.

“How has the shop been while I was away?” you asked, as you carefully picked up one of the designs that the tattoo artist seemed to have scraped leading him to answer with an annoyed huff. “A pain, there’s been so many dumbass people coming in thinking they could just walk in and get a tattoo done immediately without even booking a meeting,” Sukuna answered before taking a bite of the soy-glazed fried chicken you made as he then continued with, “it was a good idea to get the bell since I could see if it was a customer I knew or not,”.

Looking at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but smile at the man as he continuously munched the context in the box as if he hadn’t eaten in the past week when in reality he had been raiding the fridge back home only just this morning. Slowly, you turn your head back to the paper that you were holding as you continued to admire the work of art right in front of you.

To be honest, it was quite simple compared to all the other ones that were lying about on his work desk but that didn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful. The light sketch depicted a short section of a branch or stem decorated with different types of beautiful flowers and next to it was the same design with the only difference of it being coloured lightly in case the client wanted to have options.

“What happened here?” you asked before tilting the paper to the side, letting Sukuna have a glance at the design he decided to discard.

“Oh, the client cancelled since I wouldn’t have sex with her,” Sukuna casually stated leading you to nod before taking another look at the design with a small smile on your face. Sadly, it was such a waste since the design was beautiful and it was disappointing to not see Sukuna put this beautiful art into life.

Some people might wonder why you were so calm about the statement he had just given you, heck even his younger twin brother Itadori Yuji thought it was weird that it didn’t bother you as much as other girls would have been. The reason was that you were so used to him having female attention as well as male attention and it wasn’t a surprise when people would book an appointment with him just for a fling or hoping for something more than just that - and even though you were calm, there was also a hint of jealousy and fear within your heart that you couldn’t help.

It was like the first time you saw him in your second year of high school.

ꕥ

Stretching your arms, you had finally finished the last sheet of the budgets for the school clubs leading you to carefully clip the pile of sheets into the folder as you then stood up from your desk before quickly heading out of your homeroom, so you could give the documents to the student council president, who was a third-year within your school.

However, as you were walking past a few classrooms with some people greeting you with a smile, you came to a sudden halt when you saw a whole crowd of female and males students in front of you leading to a blockage of the halls and a blockage of the classroom you need to go through to hand the documents to your senior.

“Did you hear, I heard he was back?!”

“I can’t believe he’s back, I missed him so much!”

“I like Yuji’s kind and goofy personality, but how could you not love a bad boy like him?”

‘Bad boy?’

Carefully, you managed to find a gap between the sea of students and forcibly made yourself fit within the gap before badly struggling to make it through the arc of the classroom door leading you to nearly trip the second you got the chance to push through the gap to ender the class. Quickly looking around, you found your senior sitting next to someone who looked like your friend and basketball club member Itadori Yuji - well more like a mature replicant of the boy you were used to. However, unbothered by the sudden appearance of the new third-year, you speedily made your way to the council president and handed him the booklet that he needed today leading you to receive his gratitude.

Yet, before you could even take a single step away from your senior, you unexpectedly felt someone grab your wrist causing you to quickly turn around to find Itadori’s replica behind you leading to a few gasps coming from the students from the outside as well as in the homeroom.

“Is there an issue?” you firmly asked, as you looked down at his hand that had a tight grip on your wrist causing you to have a small glance at the two black bands that were tattooed around his wrist - even though it was prohibited to have any in your school, you weren’t the type to scold someone for having them since you weren’t sure on how the teacher’s thought it affected someone’s education.

“Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” the salmon-haired third-year curiously asked, as he began to admire your wrist by gently turning it for your veins to come into view before beginning to trace your skin with the tip of his thumb causing a light shiver to go down your spine due to the ticklish feeling as well as his deep voice which was the complete opposite to what you thought it was going to be.

‘So this is the infamous Sukuna everyone was talking about’

“Not really,” you answered as you looked at him causing his eyes to look back at you before you continued with “I don’t think it would suit me at all,”.

“I disagree,” Sukuna counteracted, as he went back to admire the blank canvas of your wrist that he wanted to draw on so badly. No not draw. Mark. “I think you’ll suit something, maybe something on your neck or collarbone at best actually,” Sukuna mentioned leading you to give him a confused expression before he then proceeded with his speech by saying, “I’ll convince you one day and mark you brat”,

‘What...did….he….just….call….me..?’

“Ah...good luck with that idiot,” you stated in an annoyed tone leading to a few of the admiring student to gasp at your wording as well as sudden confident as they were scared on what was going to happen to you now since Sukuna wasn’t the type to tolerate insults in a nice way no matter what gender you were. However, exceeding the audience’s assumptions, Sukuna began to smirk excitedly at your attitude as he suddenly found you more interesting than any other girl he has met at the back of the school.

“Be prepared, little kitten”

ꕥ

‘That nickname….’

Back then Sukuna was known to be a playboy from what you could recall, every week there was news on the new girl he had managed to convince to meet at the back alley of the school while you were just being a model student with the dream of going to law school. However, during the middle of the school year, you began to realise that the common scandalous news that seemed to be popular enough for it to be on the front cover of the newspaper began to gradually fade as Sukuna slowly pushed himself into your life since you were close with his twin brother due to your friend being part of the basketball team as the assistant coach - she even mentioned that ever since Sukuna came into your life he had stopped his acts and change slightly because of you to which, of course, you denied at the time.

It was during the first term of your third-year that you agreed to give Sukuna a chance since he was constantly annoying you by popping up at the school gate after school to ‘walk you home’ ever since his graduation - when in reality it was to take you out somewhere - without fail even when you had to stay in a few hours. However, you had given him three conditions since you were still conscious of the consequences of dating someone with such a disgraceful built reputation - much to his dismay, he shockingly agreed.

If you are going to have a fling with someone behind my back, don’t think about seeing or talking to me again.

I know you are sexually active, but you have to wait until I’m ready.

Don’t tattoo me.

Let’s just say that Sukuna had managed to keep condition number one in check and you didn’t have to worry about it at all, while with condition number two he didn’t have to wait that long for you to give in to your desires which you could tell he certainly enjoyed when you finally gave him the ‘okay’.

Number three though...

“Do you want to try that design out?”

Breaking from your daze, you quickly turned your head to find your boyfriend staring at you - with the bento box practically empty at this point - while tilting his head to the paper that was still within your grasp.

“I think you giving me hickeys are enough in my opinion, babe” you jokingly mentioned leading to both you and Sukuna laughing at each other slightly.

“I mean, do you want me to draw it on you to see how it looks?” he then asked, causing you to look at the floral design one last time before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Trying it out won’t hurt right?’

“I need a confident answer little kitten, where did that feisty attitude of yours back in high school go?” Sukuna teased, causing you to give him the side glance before giving him the verbal permission that he wanted, leading him to smirk at you since knew his mockery would get you to give him what he wanted since you were also the stubborn type - a side that he always loved to play with.

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to your before pausing, leading you to look at him in confusion since you had already pulled your wrist in front of him, the same area he had grabbed back in high school.

“You’re wearing a lot of clothing today,” Sukuna muttered as he began to fiddle with the collar of your white silk dress shirt causing you to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, “well it is getting colder since the Autumn season is coming around,” leading him to hum in an understanding tone as he continued to play with the smooth fabric.

“I want to draw on your collarbone area, I don’t want to draw on the area where the client wanted it to be,” Sukuna stated as he lightly pushed away your wrist leading you to realise why he paused. “You can,” you quickly mentioned leading the tattoo artist to look at you to see if you were lying, only to see nothing but the light of the trust within your eyes.

Slowly, Sukuna began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of your shoulders were exposed with the top half of your shirt resting on the side of your arms to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of your bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly.

Admiring the skin that was in front of him, Sukuna began to trace the area with his thumb before leaning in to place a chaste kiss on the same side of your neck before cradling your face on the other side with his other hand - as if it was a way for him to say ‘thank you’ for letting him do this.

Regrettably pulling away, Sukuna quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards your collarbone to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favourite canvas causing you to shiver somehow due to how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon your skin. However, what got you shaking the most was the constant feeling of your boyfriend’s breath being felt on your upper body now that your shirt was basically off - it wasn’t completely off to the same feeling when you were underneath him the first time you allowed him to make his claim on you.

“Baby, it feels ticklish,” you commented, the second you felt a different sensation upon your skin leading Sukuna to glance up to check if you were alright like you were an actual client before placing another kiss on your jawline in a way to comfort you since he had switched to his skin markers to colour in the design he had drawn on you.

“You’re being a good kitten though, you’re not moving a lot then I thought you would,” the tattoo artist whispered leading you to quiver as his deep voice was not helping so much with your beating heart - erratic to the point where you thought he could hear or even feel.

Due to Sukuna concentrating, you couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing you to glance around your room with your eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading you to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves.

As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that the arrogant Sukuna needed it to be honest, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Sukuna had famously done. However, not to your surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing you to sigh since you couldn’t help it - you couldn’t blame your boyfriend for being an extremely handsome man.

Unexpectedly, you felt another kiss being placed upon your cheek causing you to look towards your boyfriend with a smile on your face - it was as if he knew what you were looking at. “I’m finished by the way,” Sukuna announced, causing you to look at him with widened eyes since the drawing session was a little faster than you had anticipated.

Reaching over to a drawer in his desk, Sukuna suddenly pulled out a mirror before passing it to you, leading you to lift up the little instrument to see the result that was drawn on your skin.

“You changed the design,” you quietly stated, as you began to tenderly trace the design with your index finger as you began to admire the piece of art that was masterfully drawn on your collar bone. The tattoo beautifully depicted a single strand of a blooming lavender across your collarbone with each petal in different shades of purple while the buds that weren’t in bloom were in a slight pale pink shade making you smile more since Sukuna drew this straight from his head causing you to have a hint of proudness for him.

“I wasn’t going to give you that previous design, it doesn’t suit you one bit,” the salmon-haired artist mentioned as he continued with, “I’m not going to let that disgusting design touch your skin, especially since this is the first time you let me mark you somewhat,” as he then moved behind you before placing his chin on your shoulder to look at you through the mirror you were holding.

“I might let you mark me permanently then,” you suddenly announced causing your boyfriend to look at you with a surprised look on his face leading you to giggle at his reaction.

“Yeah, let’s break condition three then, you can mark me this one time,” you informed him as you turned to look at him, causing Sukuna to give you his classic smirk before possessively grabbing your chin leading him to lean closer to you.

“Let me mark you then”

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raggaraddy · 3 years

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Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh.

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n. I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

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