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roturo · 5 months

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ SHE'S BACK!

GUESS HE COULDN'T KEEP IT IN, SO HE HAD TO KEEP IT INSIDE! ₊˚⊹♡ dilf!gojo satoru x teacher!reader

tags: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, exhibitionism, getting caught, he fucks you while he's on the phone, overstimulation, dumbfication, fluff, gojo has an ex-wife, yuuji is gojo's son, age-gap.

A/N: well, this was surely and adventure and maybe self-indulgent title because guess what?, i'm back baby.

It was a nice morning, he felt clean. Like his life was finally steadying. Even after some stressful weeks trying to get rid of his now ex-wife, he won the trial and kept Yuuji. Poor little boy, just turning 5 years old and he’s already facing all this type of stress. But thankfully he will not be experiencing enduring his crazy mother behavior. Which basically was a gold digger, and a bitch– Not that he would ever say that outloud, maybe with other words? Bastard? Witch? Not that it really matters right now.

He could finally take a break now, just focusing on raising his little boy, and being an old boring 31 year old dad. Life doesn’t sound that bad.

“Daddy! Daddy!,” His son went running to his arms, almost stumbling by himself- clear happiness shown on his face. Quickly, Gojo opened his arms ready to lift the young kid. “Miss Y/N congratulated me on my homework! She was pretty amazed!”

Your name wasn’t unknown to him, Yuuji was very open when talking about his favorite teacher, even though he hasn’t seen you yet- from what he’s been told you’re the kid’s favorite, including Yuuji’s. “I had to talk about who’s my hero, and I chose you!” If this day wasn’t going great, it was now. Because his son's comment just made his whole week, life even.

“Oh look dad!” The little boy pointed towards your moving frame, each time getting clñoser towards them. “Daddy, this is Miss Y/N!” Yuuji kept presenting the both of you. He was really excited to present his two favorite persons to each other- but all Gojo could think of what’s how young and beautiful you looked. He expected someone older, maybe even an old lady with wrinkles and that loving grandma vibes, but what he saw made his heart beat in a way he never thought he would feel ever more.

“Daddy? Are you paying attention?” The little boy gained Gojo’s attention back, face now looking at him again. “I’m sorry kiddo, kinda just zoned out there. What did you just say?”

“Uhh, what was it? Oh! Did I tell you Miss Y/N told me you were a very handsome man?”

“Yuuji!” His gaze moved towards your blushed face, a hand covering part of your face. “I’m so sorry Mr.Gojo, I didn’t intend to say-”

Gojo cut you off before you could continue apologizing “It’s okay, I also think Ms.Y/N is a very beautiful woman.”

Uh, well. So this is how kinda you found yourself in this situation right now.

You swear it wasn’t your intention! You really tried, you really did, but how could someone say no to Mr.Gojo? And mostly because he really showed his attraction towards you. Sending Yuuji with a rose for you every day, and the little boy was rooting for his dad, because dear god- he did not shut up about him, and how happy he would be with a new girlfriend and maybe one he could call ‘mommy’ and give him a sister.

That made you blush.

Not only because the little boy commented on it, and was agreeing- but because it was his dad’s idea.

“You’re so wet, s-shit.” Loud thrusts filled the room, he was fucking you raw on his sofa– waiting for Yuuji’s mom to bring him back, the little boy was eager to come back and ‘see Ms.Y/N and his daddy finally starting to fall in love’

Kids being kids. But, he was right- the both of you were falling in love with eachother.

Gojo throws back his head, immersed in the warmth radiating off your walls and he lets your moans take him to another world. In a haste decision, he slips your dress over your head before tossing it. He mouths at your tits, plump and stiff between his lips, and he hurdles a deeper round of thrusts inside you.

When you get a little too loud, his hand comes over to clamp your mouth, wolf like eyes staring back at you, “Shut it. You don’t deserve to speak.”

His thin white tee that stays a barrier between you and him does not hide the rippling body underneath that seemed to be sculpted by gods. He presses into you, grunting, using you like his personal sex doll and you embrace it, thrive from it, come to it. Your hips contract, slewing in perfect circles, before having your legs fall gradually lifeless as you arousal drip down your thighs.

“Ffffucckkk- oh baby, would you like that? Be full of me and my baby? Make me a daddy again?”

“yesyesyesyes, make me yours Mr.Gojo-”

He pays your climax no mind,a smirk clearly showing on his face while he fucks you on his sofa- You could muffle your screams of pleasure easier here. Turning your head back to face him, you notice now he’s shirtless–taut and shiny from sweat like a large set of Hawaiian rolls–before seeing how quick he is to fit back inside you.

“Good girl.” His husky voice resonates and pushes you back into the sheets. “Good girls get rewards, don’t they?” Your poor fucked up mind couldn’t think clearly now. The way your abused and overstimulated pussy was still taking his rock hard cock gratefully inside you was making every feel giddy. A sudden noise bringing back a little part of your senses, Gojo clearly grunting grabbed his what you suppose phone, and answered. Not bothering to stop his thrusts.

“Yeah?,” His voice sounded almost like a whisper because of how breathy it was. “Gojo? I’m almost at your house- Yuuji wanted some ice-cream and bought some for you and… your new girlfriend?” His chuckle interrupted his ex-wife’s conversation, accompanied with a whimper at the feeling of you clenching on him- overstimulation clearly bringing you back to climax soon again.

A slap was heard from his part of the line, an unbelievable laugh coming from his ex-wife line, clearly noticing what was going on and then she finally heard you moan. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, and you were too fucked out to feel embarrased about it right now.

“Finish before I leave Yuuji- Enjoy yourself.” Gojo was so lost in pleasure that he didn’t even realize she hung up before he even processed what happened.

His grunts and sounds of skins slapping are all you hear as he pounds you back into the sofa. It feels like heaven beneath his weight. You were feeling flushed to the touch, but making contact with his skin was like an inferno. He was the embodiment of heat and as suffocating as that could’ve been, it melts you like it’s how it always should’ve been.

His pace eventually falters, followed by a hushed “fuck,” and he empties out into your used hole. The moment he pulled out, a knock was heard.

“Shit. Can you walk?”

PART 2

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cherryredstars · 6 months

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Pairing: Actor!Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Talks of Making a Sex Tape, Talks of Impregnation

Summary: Every movie star needs a costar.

Word Count: 910 (Not Edited)

It was different, a good different.

Miguel doesn’t remember the last time someone had no idea who he was. Sure, maybe some people didn’t know him by name, but at least they recognized him from one of his roles. Even then, he was met with a ‘you look familiar…’ before it clicked. But not you. You don’t even have that fake calmness when fans pretend to be chill about meeting celebrities. You genuinely looked like you had no idea who he was. He thinks that's the exact reason he became so attached to you.

He didn’t have to pretend with you, didn’t need to put up that celebrity persona for you. You enjoyed him, not the man who played make believe roles. You weren’t disappointed when he didn’t act like one of his movie characters. In fact, to this day, you still get the movies and characters mixed up. You liked him and he couldn’t have been more grateful.

He did feel bad when your relationship got exposed. He was stressed, scared all the gossip and constant invasion of privacy would get to you, that it would end everything between the two of you. But you were strong, resilient. You came to him with your concerns, not the press or the tabloids. It meant a lot that you trusted him instantly, pushing aside the horrible rumors because you knew who the real Miguel was. He has no idea how he got so lucky. Doesn’t know how he was able to find someone so good and pure in the mist of glitz and glam.

And he makes sure you know how grateful he is. He offers to take care of you, having the money to make your dreams come true. God forbid you make a joke about him buying you something crazy, you’ve made that mistake before. You only ask for simple things, nothing too fancy or screaming celebrity status. You’re so modest, getting upset when he buys you something so ridiculously expensive. You are constantly scolding him that there are better things to be spending money on than an overpriced pair of shoes that don’t even look like it's worth half of its retail price. That there are so many other people he could be spending his money on, like good charities or people who are actually in desperate need of it. He makes it his monthly gift to donate a couple thousand dollars to your organization of choice.

Since he can’t show his love through gifts, he does it through actions most of the time. He makes you a nice dinner even when he’s tired from a day of shooting. He offers to help you do things around the house. Drags you out of bed early in the morning for a coffee date before he has to go on set. Brings you to his latest movie set and shows you around if it's a calm day, his acting getting a hundred times better knowing his cute little girlfriend is in his chair watching him work. His favorite thing to do is to show his love by keeping you pinned to the bed as he ruts into you.

He loves watching you wither on the bed, clutching onto him for dear life. You look better than any model or actress as you stare up at him, mewling so nicely for him. He coos into your ear, telling you how pretty you look taking his cock. He’s constantly pressing into that gummy spot inside of you, causing your back to arch and to look up at him with glassy eyes. You look like a goddess, a fucking pornstar as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Fuck, hermosa. Feels so good,” he mumbles into your ear, nipping at it as he groans. “Look so fucking good, too.”

You whimper under him, only capable of responding in sounds of pleasure. Reducing you to this state, where nothing but pleasure and lust consumes your body, is better than any award he could get. He can feel your walls fluttering around him, his release quickly approaching.

“Should make our own movie. Make you my good little actress,” He grunts as he puts the last of his energy into his thrusts. Your walls clench so damn tight around him at the idea, making him hiss out. “Yeah, you like that? Want me to record you being a good little bunny for me? Huh, amor?”

He props his hand in between the two of you, flicking your clit to elicit a response. You can only nod, babbling nonsense as your walls pulse wildly. With a few more pumps, your walls hold Miguel in a vice grip as you come. You let out gasping breaths, desperately reaching for Miguel. He’s quick to hold your hands, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he coos down at you. He bullies his cock into you as much as he can with your walls spasming around him, giving a few more sloppy snaps of his hips before he stills.

He lets out a desperate moan as he empties into you, panting into your ear. Both of your bodies are flushed and sweaty, but buzzing with love. Miguel holds you close, not having the energy to pull out. He mumbles sweet nothings into your ear, kissing any skin he can reach.

Hopefully, the next tabloid rumors will be whether or not he’s fucked a baby into you.

Part 2

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muzansfangs · 1 year

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Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Nakime x f!reader, Douma x f!reader, Daki, Kokushibo and Akaza (mentioned).

Warnings: modern au, cheating, choking, mention to murder, gore and violence, mild sexual content, vaginal sex, dom!muzan, sub!reader, slight somnophilia.

Plot: the morning after, you wake up in Muzan’s embrace. While he seems affectionate, his mood swings allow you to see past his angelic face and you start to connect the dots about his dark side. You make love again, but he becomes distant right after it. He leaves for work and you bump into Nakime, who tells you about some of Muzan’s habits. In need for fresh air, you run in the basement but Douma allures you to give in to your animalistic desires. You could love whoever you wanted privately, right?

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THE DEVIL.

His hot breath fanned your earlobe, his arm was draped over your waist to keep you close to him. Muzan loved how you were smaller than him, so beautiful and fragile. You were his special someone to protect, to give his all for.

His mouth left a trail of open mouthed kissed down your shoulderblade, his half-lidded, plum red eyes watching how you stirred in your sleep and snuggled into his chest. He barely knew you and he had already taken so much from you. You had practically given yourself to him without blinking, so diligently, you had given up on the mundane and trivial part of your life to train yourself to be a First Lady.

“Y/N” he purred, his long fingers drawing patterns on the naked skin of your stomach to wake you up softly. He did not want to startle you, he just craved to taste you once again before leaving for work. While he perfectly knew he could have had you by the time he got back from his office, he had the irresistable urge to have you again now, as the first rays of the sun seeped into his bedroom from the curtains.

You rolled on your side, facing him and, lifting your heavy eyelids to peek out at his angelic face. It felt unrealistic. It was not a dream, you were really sleeping on Kibutsuji Muzan’s king-sized bed. His hand was gently squeezing your hip and you blushed, hiding your face into his toned chest, not to allow him to see your sleepy face.

A hoarse laughter rumbled through his chest as he pulled you closer to him, his chin propped on the top of your head affectionately “I did not wake you up for you to hide your pretty face to me. – he murmured, sending shivers down your spine – I have the ardent desire to fuck you again, before I go” he blatantly said, his fingertips digging onto your waist possessively, earning a soft whimper from you.

“Do you?” you whispered bashfully, craning your neck to stare up at him.

Your legs were still sore from the previous night events and a dull track of pain was still present in your core. But you could do it again, you could do it one more time because you wanted to, because he was staring intently into your eyes and his fervent passion felt like boiling droplets of lava on your sensitive skin.

“I don’t particularly like to repeat myself, darlin’. – he stated, arching a dark eyebrow up and propping his elbow on his crimson pillow, only to rest his head on his fist to inspect your visage – I own you, I desire you. Haven’t I been clear enough, hm?” he inquired in a cold tone, his voice dropping a few octaves.

There it was, his feral side. The one you, deep down, hoped to see crossing his face. He had rarely lost his temper on the camera, but when he did you usually feared for the safety of those who had dared to enrage him. And, dear God, something bad happened to them, sometimes.

How could he be so fascinating, when his malicious inner side showed up? You should have been scared of him.

“I didn’t mean to—…” you said, yet you never finished your sentence. His hand reached out to your neck, the iron-grip knocking the air of your lungs as he easily pushed you down on the mattress and hovered over you. You gulped down forcefully, lips parted in excitement and a ounce of fear as the dark-haired man on top of you grinned down at your writhing frame.

“Tch, bloody hell. How do you expect me not to fuck you senseless, when you look at me like that?” he rhetorically asked you, a vein popping his forehead as he gave your neck one last squeeze, before releasing it.

You inhaled sharply through your nostrils, legs timidly hooking behind his back as a sign that you were ready, that he could claim you again.

“Muzan…” you called his name lowly, your hand cupping his smooth cheek and brushing your thumb against his cheekbone. His eyes never left yours. His lips twitched as his mouth connected with yours in a hungry kiss. You did not even fight for dominance, he won, he shoved his tongue into your mouth without bothering to ask for permission. Your hands went up to thread his hair as you shyly squeezed his waist between your legs to relief your core from the pressure engulfing your nether regions.

He growled in your mouth, grinding his groin down onto yours to feed you what you longed for.

His hands cupped your face, his lips barely brushing over yours as his breath mingled with yours in erotic, erratic pants “Impatient little girl. You will learn not to play with fire”.

You had no time to realize what had happened. All you knew was that a sharp pain pierced the tender flesh of your neck and you squealed out in surprise. You tugged at Muzan’s hair unintentionally, when you felt his tongue lap at the bruised skin of your neck. Only then you came to the conclusion that he had bitten you and, right after that, he wasted no time in pushing your panties to the side and slipping into your already wet cunt.

♚

You walked him to the door, once you two were ready. He did not kiss you goodbye. Actually, he was back to be the cunning, distant politician you saw on the tv screen during his interviews. He barely glanced at you, before shutting the door behind him and leaving with Kokushibo.

You should have not felt hurt. You were not into an enstablished, true relationship. You were paid to keep him company and stick by his side in public. You remembered what he had told you before Kokushibo took you back home that night.

“You can love whoever you want privately”.

You could, right. But if he kept on these mood swings, if he made you believe you meant something for him by the way he fucked you, or the way he looked at you, there was no way in the world you could have ever had eyes for someone else. Additionally, who? Who could you love far from the medias, without letting the news reach the ears of the journalists?

You were conflicted and the best thing you could do to distract yourself was probably talking to someone, or asking them the permission to leave. Possibly alone. You made your way to the elevator, your finger reaching up to push the button, when you had stop midway.

“Miss L/N, can I help you?” Nakime asked from behind you.

You flinched, turning around to face the woman with the same expression of someone caught red-handed and bowed your head at her “Ah, Nakime-san, goodmorning – you quipped, forcing a smile on your face – I was going to the basement” you told her, thinking that your answer would have sufficed to chase her away.

Nevertheless, you were wrong.

“No one is in the basement” she declared flatly.

“Oh… Do you know where I can find Douma and Akaza then?” you then asked her, folding your arms against your chest. Were you really going to spend the day in her company? Honestly, it sounded like hell.

The brunette took a few steps forward, her high-heels clicking against the marble floor “On a mission. – she said, cocking her head to the side – How can I help you, miss L/N?” she repeated the question, her red-painted lips curling up in a faint smile. There was something off about her. She radiated hostility and danger. However, you did not have much of a choice.

You shrugged, averting your eyes from her and staring at the majestic Muzan’s potrait hanged on the wall. Damn it, his eyes were haunting you even through paintings.

“Uhm… A-actually, can you do something for me, please?” you stammered, fidgeting with the charm of your necklace. Bad habits never died. It was a clear sign that you were on the verge of snapping.

“Do you want me to kill someone for you?” Nakime blurted out, making your blood run instantly cold. What did she say? Why did she ask that as if it was not a crime? Was she really a killer? Well, you should have not been that surprised.

“What?! No!” you replied horrified, grimacing at the mere thought of Muzan giving his bodyguards the order to kill his opponents. But, deep down, you knew he did. You just decided that pretending he was a good man was the easiest way to get along with him.

Further more, the feelings he gave you were controversial. Would you have been able to forgive him, if he had told you he had made his flunkies slaughter his foes? Probably. Why? He could manipulate you to believe it was the rightest thing to do.

Silence swallowed you two for minute straight. Then, she spoke out again.

“Oh, I get it then. – Nakime said, walking towards you and stopping right in front of you – Just relax, okay?” she added, before slowly dropping down on her knees. You were puzzled by her actions, even more when she grasped your hand and planted a chaste kiss on its back. Nakime curled up to your thighs the hem of your skirt, careful not to touch the exposed skin of your legs.

You were paralyzed, mouth agape when she planted a kiss on your clothed sex. What was she doing? You shivered, blushing furiously as she reached for the waistband of your panties and tried to tug them down. Was she going down on you? Were you letting her do it? Christ, why? No, no, no. That needed to stop.

You took a step back, gawking at her as you straightened your skirt and ran your fingers through your hair in shock. Nakime cocked her head to the side, scrunching her nose in annoyance at your rejection. Why did she assume you needed this kind of favor? Plus, was she really into it?

“W-What was that, Nakime?” you blurted out, blinking at her skeptically.

“Well, I assumed you were sexually frustrated. – she chimed, standing back up and bowing her head at you – I apologize. Master Muzan usually asks me to help him relax” she added, blushing slightly but keeping her head high.

Her words made your breath hitch in your throat and you gaped, forrowing your brows in curiosity “Y-You… Does Muzan—”.

“Fuck me? Yeah, he does. Daily”.

“Jesus…” you choked, clenching your fists down your sides. You were such an idiot. Of course he had told you to love whoever you wanted privately. It was exactly what he did. You should have not felt offended at the revelation, you were nothing more than an actress. Yet, it pissed you off.

“I’m not even the only one and, definitely, not his favorite. Daki is probably on her way to his office. – Nakime added, glancing at her wrist-watch – Now, what was that favor you needed from me?” she pressed, folding her arms over her chest.

Daki. Daki was his favorite. If Daki was his favorite, you were not. Ouch.

“Who’s Daki?” you asked, cursing yourself for being upset about it.

Nakime scoffed “His sixth in command. Now, what in the actual hell do you need me to do?” she asked again, exhaling through her nostrils.

You rolled your eyes at her and turned back to the elevator, pushing the metallic button. You felt her staring at you, although her eyes, that you still had to see, were hidden by her long fringe.

“Where are you going?” she spat, but before she could pest you again with another question, you entered the elevator and waved your hand at her mockingly. Maybe you were going to be punished for that, but you needed to get away from her and taking a little time for yourself. You knew that there was a garage, somewhere, with dozens of car. You had heard Kokushibo mentioning it and, right now, you needed to borrow one of them. You were the soon to be First Lady, after all.

Nakime sprinted up to catch up with you, but the doors closed and in five seconds you were at the basement. When you walked in, you took a look around and you realized that the cold-hearted brunette was not lying when she told you no one was there. You sighed and started to search for a secret door, or something that could have led you to the garage, but you could not find anything.

“What the fuck…” you uttered in exhasperation, walking over the huge library and staring at the titles almost absent-mindedly.

It was foolish, maybe, but you had seen enough movies in your life to know that rich scions loved to hide rooms behind libraries. Now, which was the book starting the device?

Your fingertips grazed the covers of the novels, as you passed by and you were about to pick one of them to test your theory, when a mild voice rang in your ears and you jolted in fear. You twirled around, your back pressed against the library as your eyes locked with a pair of multicolored hues. Was he not supposed to be out on a mission?

“My, my… What is my cute, little doe doing here?” Douma chimed, his hands on each side of your head caging you between his body as the library.

You blushed, staring up at him in embarrassment. It was hard to breathe. Not only he was standing way too close to you for your likings, but he was handsome as hell and… And some dried, scarlett substance was splattered over his face. Was it blood? Was he out murdering someone?

“D-Douma… Is… What’s on your face?” you breathed out, heart thrumming into your chest as you pointed your finger at his right cheek.

He quirked his eyebrows up, his gloved hand reaching up to touch the stained portion of skin on his face and he grinned, his pearly teeth on display as he took a step back and nodded his head at you “Oh, that’s blood! It’s not mine, don’t worry, love!” he stated, winkig at you.

You thought you were going to faint and maybe you would have slumped down on the floor, if it was not for his sharp reflex. As soon as your knees buckled, his arms were wrapped around your waist and he held you up easily. It was time for you to deal with the fact that your fiancé was a murderer. The morning had started with a bang and you were, apparently, not ready for Kibutsuji’s secrets to screw your life.

“Sensitive, aren’t we? – Douma joked, as you clutched the fabric of his white shirt in your hands – Are you alright?” he asked, giggling at your reaction.

You sighed and let go of him, walking to the small leather couch and sitting down “Whose blood is it?” you boldly asked him, watching how he hastily joined you and slumped down on the comfortable surface.

“Does it really matter? I mean, he is not dead… Just battered. I did such a good job!” he beamed, winking at you and lolling his head back on the backrest.

You flinched and shifted to face him properly, eyes round as you jabbed your finger at him “Douma! Please… It matters to me. I didn’t think–…” you started, but you choked on your own words, tears spilling out of your eyes without your permission. Gosh, it happened. You were on the verge of a breakdown.

Douma stared at you clearly confused, his hands immediately cupping your cheeks as he tried to calm you down. You sobbed, his thumbs wiping away the tears falling from your lashes as he ducked his head down to inspect your face better. You did not protest, you did not have enough strength to do anything else, except for leaning into his touch and batting your eyes closed.

“Don’t cry, little doe! – he murmured, his nose now brushing against yours – No one is going to hurt you, I promise!” he soothed, his hands sliding down your back, until they were settled over your hips. It was weird, inappropriate even. Maybe, if Akaza or Kokushibo were here, he would have not even dared to touch you like that. But some physical contact, some comfort, even from a serial killer, was not that bad.

You had slept with one of them twice, after all. And, naturally, you knew that Kibutsuji Muzan was the worst of this crew.

You nodded your head and Douma smiled, cradling you in his arms. Now, you were the one who had pushed his limits. You should have not straddled him, you should have not played with his tie, but when he grasped your chin between his forefinger and thumb, you parted your lips and Douma kissed you.

It was intense, but not demanding. Was it a soothing kiss? You had no clue about what was happening, but you kissed him back, chest pressed against his one as he held you close to him. His tongue brushed over your lower lip and you softly moaned, arching your back as he entered your mouth. It lasted for a while, your body melting under his touch. You only abruptly parted, when you felt his bulge pressing against your thigh through the fabric of his trousers.

“What the fuck did I do?!” you panicked, standing up and fixing your clothes. Was everyone horny in that place? Were you slowly slipping in the deep end too? Were you becoming a whore?

Douma licked his bottom lip, a smug smile curling his plumped lips as he stood up and straightened his tie “Oh, well, you opened your mouth for me, ma’am. Such a pity you did not open your legs too…” he complained, feigning sorrow and tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants.

Muzan did not have to know about that. Plus, he had no shame in sleeping with Nakime and that Daki girl, right? Maybe you should have not felt guilty for it.

“Listen, that was a mistake—…”.

“One hell of a mistake, love!”.

“Gosh, will you please just take me out for a stroll and a lunch? I might just explode” you blurted out, throwing your hands in the air.

Douma gladly complied, his hands somehow always finding their way to your waist, but you finally managed to hop into his car.

Your phone in your purse buzzed, you ignored it. You were too busy chatting with Douma, laughing at his stupid jokes, to check it out. It was Muzan, telling you that you would have made your first public appearence in two days and that, maybe, you were in trouble for having tricked Nakime.

Muzan: I don’t accept insubordination. I know what you did. We ought to talk tonight. Don’t bother wearing anything.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! Third part is out! Buckle your seatbelts and prepare yourselves for a very, very crazy ride with the Kibutsuji crew. I enjoyed writing this part and, just to be clear, I’m a sucker for Douma… So, it’s clear why the reader is going to have some fun with him, alright? Thanks for the support, really! Please, read the first two parts of this series to understand better. Likes, comments and reposts are appreciated!

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babygirl-riley · 7 months

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helloooo could you maybe write something with a ftm reader who has lots of scars (mostly from him) and tattoos? If not that's okay!!!

Sincerely 🦦

Stars

Battles brings scars to people, however, you and him don’t see scars as that

A/N: OMGGGGG I seriously love this! Let me write this down my dear 🦦 🖤 Hopefully this is something you were thinking of 😭 Side note I’m actually thrilled that this anon is on my page js ✋🏼

“So pull up your sleeves and build a new silhouette.”

Warnings: Mention of smut, fluff, angst, trauma, childhood trauma, violance and blood, mentions of torture, birthing, pregnancy, and swearing

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Both of you laid holding onto each other, holding onto your naked bodies. You were laying on his chest, one of his deeper scars. His chest was littered with different burns, scars, newer ones, older ones. You had some, hidden with tattoos some at least.

You could hear his breathing soft and slow. That indicated that he was asleep, he would always fall asleep fast when you would trace a scar that laid on his chest. It was deep, in between ribs, you hated the thought someone would do that to him. Hanging there for how long he did.

You thought about how you kissed that spot over and over again. Placed your fingertips over it again and again. Plaguing the memory into a beautiful one every time Simon saw it. Instead of Rumba, it was you.

It was never like that at first though, you remembered the first time you both were naked together, about to have the best sex but forgetting in the moment about your scars. Once he found you with scars. He was taken a back with one that was near your hip. Simon stared at it long, too long where he subconsciously slapped himself, due to your react. He should have known you would have scars due to the kind of work you both were in. He just never would expect someone to hurt someone so gentle and loving.

You slid from underneath him, pulling your legs up to your chest. Staring at him, he knew the look. “I’m going to shower.”

At this time you didn’t see his scars. His last. His dark memories. So when you left him in the bedroom you didn’t expect him to join you in the shower. You jumped when you felt his large rough hands trace the large spine tattoo, feeling the ridges that were made by scars. You were frozen, didn’t know what to do. “Tell me to stop if you want me to.” He mumbled against your back. Planting another kiss.

Your heart was thumping quickly when he had you turn around. “Simon you don’t have…” When you faced him, it was the first time you saw his full face in light. The small scar on his chin and one on his eyebrow, causing the small bald spot. His jawline was sharp and hair starting to grow. He was beautiful.

His hand placed on the side of your cheek as his other hand when to your hip. His sigh was staggered. He was nervous himself. Never has he shown himself fully to someone. Never been comfortable to show his scars. His past. Your eyes lingered more, noticing the deep scars and burns. Especially the one on his ribs. Your eyes watering. “Oh Simon.”

“No,” He started shaking his head. “No need to feel bad darlin.’”

You looked back up at him, looking at his arm that had the tattoos. You have always loved them, used to bring markers out when it was just the two of you in your apartment, watching some god awful movie. Coloring it in.

“I just…” You mumbled looking down and away before he grabbed your chin.

“Scars are never something to be afraid of,” He mumbled kissing your lips softly as he followed a scar on your stomach. “They are reminders sure but they make us who we ‘re.”

After that you and him would tell each other when one played with a scar. You saw a burn spot that looked a lot like a cigarette while cuddling with him on the couch. “Dad,” He said shortly thinking that was it. “He was bloody drunk and claimed he missed the tray.”

You hummed sadly as you rubbed against it, bringing his arm up to your lips kissing it. When he traced the one on your hip once again you inhaled deeply. “Sexual assault in high school. I broke his arm.”

Simon nodded. “I would’ve kill ‘im.”

There was a particular tattoo that covered a scar of yours that it took a while to talk about. Simon never pushed and never did you, both of you understood and had that common ground. One day you told him while cooking dinner. “My sister and I were playing outside is how I got it,” Simon was confused before you showed the flower tattoo to him. “It’s just hard to talk about because she is gone. The flower is her birth flower.” Simon nodded as he got up to hold you as you cooked.

Even though you had scars, he had many, too many for you to go over in a month or so. Sometimes when you would trace one he would just shake his head. “One day.” He mumbled.

You thought the same as he did, how could someone hurt him? How could his own father? The things that you had learned he had been through made you want to gag. From him being young to now. So when you both were tied one day, got captured together you tried to have them not beat on him. He didn’t need anymore.

Simon would yell as they would dig a knife too deep in your arm. Once it got to your face, you tried to jerk. Yet they cut one down on your jawline, down your neck. Simon tried to move the chair to break it, it was too close to your artery.

Luckily it was only a day from the torture. Price sent you both on leave for a while to recover. Simon knew a bit how to handle but you. It was your first time. Not the last. So when you were locked inside the bathroom he was scared, when you finally opened. Red stained your face as tears rolled down. “I can’t.” Is all you said.

He nodded as he closed you in, lulling you as you cried. You never loved your scars. He taught you to at least like them. But now one can be shown everywhere and anytime. Someone could ask. Bring back the memory of that moment.

Scars are never shown sometimes not physically, Simon knew that. So as days went by he slowly healed you enough to be fine. Eventually you let him kiss you and touch your face. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered as he held you close one night.

You leaned into him getting so much closer. “I’m sorry.”

Simon shook his head. “Don’ be sorry lovie,” He kissed your cheek. “Let me take care of ya.”

Years later you wear it with pride, Simon making sure that you felt comfortable. When you don’t he would show you how you are beautiful. Just how he was with you, you did the same with him. Even though both of you are on the same team doesn’t mean you both get leave the same time. Sometimes one is shorter than the other, waiting and hoping that they would come home safe. Alive.

One night when you were watching tv, and Simon was gone for three weeks, the door opened. You jumped as you saw him walking in. He just nodded at you and walked to the bedroom. It was code of hey see you in a minute. Alone time. So you made his favorite tea once you heard the shower go off and had a mug ready.

You chewed on your nail (nasty nervous habit) until he would come out. He would sit next to you, staring at the wall in front of him. His balaclava on, long sleeves, sweats. Barely any skin showing besides the ones around his eyes. You would continue watching your tv until his hand pressed on your thigh.

When you faced him, he would be looking at you. Distant. Not Simon. Ghost. Stuck with him. You slowly placed your hand on his cheek, tracing his cheek bone. “Can I?” You asked as you slowly went to the end of the mask.

Simon nodded slowly as you took it off slowly. Bruises on his face, mostly small but a large on the side of his head. It had to be a tough mission, it looked like he went through hell. Your eyes softened a bit as you guide him to your lap. Playing with his blonde hair.

You noticed the back of his neck had a fresh cut. It connected with another older one almost damn near. You traced the outside of the new one to the old one. “You know what I have been thinking,” Simon hummed in acknowledgment, knowing he is awake. Alert. Alive. “Scars are stars. they all connect somehow, physically or mentally. When you told me about how we shouldn’t be something we should be afraid of. I thought of things that wouldn’t be scary to think about. Stars.”

Simon didn’t say nothing but nodded. You didn’t mind, maybe it wasn’t something that hit him as it hit you. However, he echoed it in his mind for years after that.

When you got pregnant, unfortunately you couldn’t have a normal birth. C-Section had to be taken into view. Baby was having a hard time coming out and could kill both you and baby. So Simon and you decided it was the only route to go. When your daughter was born it was a magical experience to have. Once you and baby were home Simon would help care for both.

No sex was the rule from the doctor so your stitches wouldn’t come out. Which was taken seriously however, once it was in the green, Simon was on it. When his lips traced down your neck and down to your C-Section scar. He smirked against your skin. Simon has found that this scar was his favorite one, the one that gave him his children. His babies. “It’s time to make another yeah?”

You giggled trying to push him down to where he needs to be. “That’s funny.”

Retirement came around, which meant age as set in for the both of you. You both had kids who gave you grandkids. They love to color the tattoos that both you and Simon had, coloring the tattoos with bright colors. The oldest granddaughter one day asked about the scars that Simon had.

Simon would explain in child knowledge how they are things that he had to go through. “Can I see the Orion one!” You snapped your head at Simon, who just was smiling.

It took you a back as you looked at your daughter. Your daughter went red as she told her kid to go play. “Sorry I remembered when I was rubbing dad’s back cause of that nasty sunburn in Manchester…he told me about how to not worry about the scars. Explained how one of them is Orion.”

As the kids left to their own lives you turned to your husband and rubbed his tatted arm. “Orion?”

Simon chuckled. “It doesn’t but that was the only constellation I know.”

Now the Riley’s will always teach that scars no matter if they are physical or not are stars. Beautiful and unique in their own ways.

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cornyonmains · 8 months

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Something I really like about Only Friends is the characters are so complexly written and layered that I kind of wind up being an apologist or detractor for all of them at different points in time. I don't really have a black and white view of the characters, which is usually the only thing you have in BL.

Top's a fuckboy with substance abuse issues. But also, he seems like he genuinely wants connection, and I feel bad for him sometimes because it's so clear he wants Mew to be affectionate with him, and Mew just isn't.

Mew is controlling. A giant walking defense mechanism that can't connect will with people. But also, he's surrounded by people who don't have his best interests in mind, and as he's opening up, we're seeing that he's not some criminal mastermind. In fact, that's the mask. The real Mew is just some dumb college kid who's into a guy he's scared of being vulnerable with, because he's never caught feelings he couldn't control. It's so obvious someone messed Mew up REAL GOOD.

Boston is.... He's an objectively terribly human being. He's also a miserable human being though, a lot like Ray, and he places so much of his value on sex he doesn't know how to make meaningful bonds. It's clear he's nuts about Nick, that he wants to monopolize his affections and attentions, but he doesn't know how to translate that into something healthy. Like Mew, his relationship with sex is fucked, and at the core of an inability to bond. I actually think he's jealous of Mew because there's a parallel there, but whereas Boston is derided for his relationship with sex and inability to connect, Mew is praised. Boston is a shit human being, but he is to be pitied.

Ray's kind of a dick. He's self-centered, won't take no for an answer from Mew, he has substance abuse issues, and saying Sand wasn't his boyfriend because he's holding onto that hope for Mew was fucked. But he's also got major depressive disorder, his parents sound like real pieces of work, and Khao does such a great job of conveying his fragility you can really sense how close to just breaking apart he is. He fucks up, but you still want him to get to a better place.

Sand, oh dear god, this boy has my heart. He's not perfect. Yeah, he sells hooch, he smokes weed, he parties. But he's got flaws too. He works too much, his head's in the clouds, he's destined to wind up on a sexiest mugshots website, and he falls too hard, too fast. He lets himself get led around by the nose by Ray. Sand's the easiest character to like on this show. He's got a hustle, but he's also got 'dude I wouldn't be deeply uncomfortable to be in a room alone with' energy.

Nick's not completely guiltless with his relationship with Boston. I've got a soft spot for him because he's a sweet, quiet kid, and I have a habit of adopting introverts. But he's not like Mew, he knew his way around both dick and dicks from the start, and wasn't blind to who Boston was. He bugged the car. That was a little too extra. I still wanna buy him cheeseburgers and tell him these boys ain't shit though, because he's so miserably in love with Boston, and Boston might be up front with him, but he's still stringing him along, telling him what he wants to hear, and giving more when Nick expresses interest in seeing other people. Was recording Boston and Top some pure creep mode shit to do? Yes. But do I support him using the recording to put Boston in his place? Yeah, I do.

Cheum is another easy to like characters, but we don't get to see much of her, so aside from simply liking her dancing queen energy, I can't really make an assessment. I like that she's the only one in the group actually helping Mew with the project. Also, I laughed when she clocked Ray as most fuckable. Most queer woman would agree, and Jojo is out here making us feel attacked.

Anyways, in summation, I'm thinking of opening a GoFundMe to get therapy for fictional characters. I still can't believe we've got 7 more episodes of drams to get through.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #topmew #sandray #bostonnick #thai bl #bl drama

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 11

Not much happens here, but we have a little side drama with Nancy and Eddie willing to jump in for Steve’s sake.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Steve parted with Eddie at the walkway between their two buildings and slowly made his way back to the apartment. He opened the door to see Robin on their couch with a tub of ice cream and a spoon.

“You okay?” he asked. “You dipping into the ice cream reserves?”

She shook her head. “Just wanted a little bit of cookies and cream today.”

Steve hung up his jacket and flopped down next to her. “How are your parents?”

Robin smiled around the spoon in her mouth. “Good.” She pulled the spoon out. “They missed you though.”

Steve smiled back at her. “I missed them too. Eddie impressed Dustin.”

Robin’s eyes went wide. “Someone impressed the genius child? Say it isn’t so!”

Steve laughed and told her all about the un-date.

“He’s got it so bad for you, dingus,” she said. “It’s almost embarrassing.”

Steve blushed and ducked his head. “It’s not like that, Robs. I promise.” He looked up. “I mean, yeah, he fixed my car, impressed the unflappable Dustin Henderson, and lent me his jacket, all that says is that he’s a good person.”

Robin batted her eyelashes at him. “Sure we could discount all that as just being a good dude. Fine. Whatever. But how did he dress for tonight?”

Steve’s blush spread from his cheeks to his ears, and down his neck. “He looked hot, Robs. Like full on sex god. I was weak in the knees for Christ’s sake.”

Robin giggled. “Sounds like you went on a date to me.”

Steve’s jaw dropped. “But we didn’t call it date.”

She shook her head. “Doesn’t mean you weren’t on one, my dear dingus.” He looked at her skeptically. “Look, I’ll tell you what. If at the concert on Saturday there isn’t a new song about you, you can go back to calling it whatever you want. But if there is a new song about you, not necessarily a love song. Not yet. But a song about how he’s changed his opinion about you. You are going to call dinner tonight a date.”

Steve thought about it for a moment and then nodded. “You’re on.” He stuck out his hand and they shook on it.

Robin smiled like she had already won.

Saturday arrived and Robin was still as smug as ever, having to have bore witness to Eddie and Steve constantly texting each other and their little coffee breaks after class.

Steve just rolled his eyes. They weren’t even friends yet and Robin was already planning their wedding. It would be here, of course at the Queen’s Crown. Steve would be in white and Eddie would be in black.

She had even picked out the flowers when Steve smacked her with his dish towel.

Opal laughed as they chased each other around the bar. They were about to open and start letting in the pre-concert crowd. The regulars that just came for a cocktail and a good time. Most of those would be gone before the band started setting up at six.

It was Steve’s favorite time on Saturdays. It was calm and fun. And he didn’t have to fob off numbers and flirtatious drunks, like he had to once the band started playing. He didn’t have time to date. Not really.

Eddie and his band showed up and started setting up.

It took everything Steve had to not stare. Eddie was dressed in a sheer long sleeved black shirt with three rips across the chest like an animal had clawed it. He had on tight leather pants and heavy combat boots. And over the shirt to complete the look was a denim vest with pins and patches all over the front and a cutup old Dio band shirt on the back.

Steve didn’t know who Eddie was trying to impress, but he secretly hoped it was him.

About half way through the set, Eddie pulled out a stool and his acoustic guitar. He adjusted the microphone and said, “You’ll excuse this minor indulgence. But I wanted to play you this song. It’s called Thorns and Thistles.”

He cleared his throat and began to play.

“Holy shit,” Opal cursed. “I’ve never heard this song before. I thought I’d heard all of their original material.”

Robin came bouncing up to Steve with a feral grin. “I told you.”

Opal looked back and forth between them in confusion and then she went, “Oh.”

She turned to Robin. “I think my boy is crushing on your boy.”

Robin laughed manically. “That’s okay, my boy has been crushing on your boy for years.” She danced away from Steve’s dish rag as he cracked it at her.

Steve listened to the rest of the song in silence as everyone in the bar was entranced by the crooning vocals, the heartfelt lyrics, and the soulful guitar. Once Eddie was done, the entire bar was in an uproar.

Eddie blushed and said, “Thank you. We now return to our regularly scheduled metal concert.”

The audience laughed as Eddie put away the stool and traded his acoustic for his sweetheart.

He stepped back on the stage and crowd howled as he setup the opening licks for the next song.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a crowd get this pumped up before in all my years of working here,” Steve told Opal.

Opal grinned. “Yeah, Eddie’s good at putting on a show. But that song? Thorns and Thistles? That was pure electricity. Everyone in the club felt it.”

Steve nodded. It was pure Eddie.

It took every ounce of courage Eddie had to look at Steve when he started playing Thorns and Thistles.

The look of awe and admiration on the other man’s face is what helped Eddie get through the song without sobbing horrifically.

He was riding the high of a job well done when he spotted her in the crowd. Thankfully at that same moment Chrissy sailed past him on her way to the bathroom.

“Chrissy!” he hissed, crouching down on the stage near the edge.

She turned to snap at him for calling out her real name but he stopped her with, “Code pink!” Code pink was their phrase for when they ran into someone they wanted to avoid. Usually exes or her parents.

Her mouth snapped shut and she skidded to a stop. “Shit! Who? Where?”

“Garnet’s ex. Her name is Nancy,” he rushed to explain.

Her eyes went to Steve who was chatting with a patron. “What does she look like?” she asked turning back to Eddie.

He let out a hysterical laugh. “A shorter, female version of me in a black pencil skirt and a pink blouse.”

Chrissy nodded. She spotted the girl in question and yeah, that tracked. She pointed her out to Eddie. “You stall her, I’ll get Steve out!” And turned on her heel, running back to the bar.

Eddie nodded.

“Garnet!” she hissed. “Code Pink!”

Steve frowned at her in confusion. “A what?”

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “Your ex is here!” she explained. “We need to get you out back.”

Steve nodded and let her throw a towel over his head to lead him to the kitchen.

Robin, who had been on her way back to the kitchen with dirty glasses spotted what was going on and immediately sped up. “What the hell is going on?” she hissed.

Steve pulled the towel off his head. “Nancy’s here,” he explained.

Diamond knew it was inevitable that they would have friends and family come to the bar, but only if they understood they had to call the employees their gem names. Or at least keep the mistakes to a minimum.

But he also knew that there were times that were out of everyone’s control. Times were an ex or distant (or not so distant) family members that might stumble on the bar by accident. In cases like that it wasn’t about protecting the vibe of the bar.

It was about protecting his people. Protecting them from those who would want to harm them. Especially in Garnet’s case. He knew that there were going to be people who recognized him from the news. But here he could honestly say that he wasn’t Steve. He was Garnet and any resemblance was coincidental.

So when he saw Garnet, Pearl, and Opal make for the backroom, he knew it was one of those times.

He immediately was out there to take over bar-tending. He nodded to Topaz, who nodded to Onyx. The two of them started making their way to the bar.

Opal came out as they reached Diamond. “Garnet’s ex-girlfriend is here.”

“Shit!” Topaz snarled. “Sorry, boss. That’s on me. We’ve been dating awhile and I told her Peridot had called in sick and I had to come in...on our anniversary.”

Diamond closed his eyes. “See if you can head her off, Topaz.” He turned to his bouncer. “Follow close behind, I have a bad feeling about her being here tonight.”

Both men nodded and blended into the crowd.

“The next round is on me!” Diamond called out to the patrons. And a cheer went up.

Topaz made it to Nancy and saw that she was chatting with Eddie.

“I didn’t make you for a metal fan,” he was saying.

Nancy rolled her eyes. “I’m not. I’m trying to find my boyfriend.” She tried to get around him.

“Maybe I could help you find him,” Eddie suggested, deftly sidestepping back into her way. “I’m taller. I could spot him better.”

Nancy scoffed. “Lose it, Munson. I’m not in the mood.”

Topaz rushed to her side. “Hey, babe. What brings you to the club tonight? I told you I was working.” He reached out to kiss her the top of her head, but she stepped back.

“I just wanted to see where you worked,” Nancy said. “I wanted to see the new bartender you’ve been banging on about.”

Topaz and Eddie exchanged wide-eyed looks.

“Nance,” he murmured. “I’ve told you. There is nothing between us. She’s gay.”

“Maybe I just wanted to see for myself,” she defended.

Suddenly there was a shadow that loomed over her and said with a thick Russian accent, “No harassment of the employees is allowed.”

Nancy’s spin straightened and she gulped. She turned around slowly to face the man known only as Onyx. The one that didn’t like anyone.

“Oh, hey,” she squeaked. “I wouldn’t. I wasn’t going to. Friend of my boyfriend and all that.” She smiled wanly.

“Come back on a less busy night,” Onyx said, deadpan. “Come on Monday. That would be better.”

Topaz went to kiss the top of her head and this time she let him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I got so jealous, I couldn’t see straight.”

Topaz hugged her close. “Go home, we’ll talk when I get off.”

Onyx walked her to the door, she turned back and smiled at wanly at Topaz as if in apology.

Diamond came back to the back room and gathered all his people.

“What the fuck happened tonight?” he growled. The four of them looked at the ground. “I’m not blaming you. Shit. But she came in like a hell cat bent on destruction.”

Topaz coughed. “Now that things are picking up here at the bar and I’ve been busier, I think she thought I was cheating on her.”

Opal laughed. “Dude all your female co-workers are hella gay.”

Topaz blushed. “I don’t think she was worried about Opal, despite what she said.”

All heads whipped around to stare at him in shock.

“Does she think you’re bi or something?” Pearl asked.

Steve coughed and looked away. “I think she’s worried that since her first boyfriend turned out to be gay...”

Diamond sighed heavily pushing the palms of his hands into his eyes. “Her current boyfriend might be too?”

Steve nodded, biting his lip.

Opal laughed again. “No, no, I know it’s not funny, per se, but god what a trip. Why would she think you have a crush on Garnet?”

Topaz looked down at his feet sheepishly. “I deliberately don’t talk about him because I worry I’ll let it slip it’s St–I mean Garnet.”

Pearl boggled at him. “So her mind went to you having a crush instead of disliking the guy or even being ambivalent toward him?”

“Take her out to a nice dinner tomorrow,” Diamond suggested. “Wine and dine her. But if she comes in again, guns blazing, I will ban her. Am I understood?”

Topaz nodded.

“Take her to Mama Cleo’s,” Steve suggested. “Henderson’s place. It’s great place for a date.” He winked at Pearl who laughed delightedly.

“Damn straight,” she agreed.

Topaz nodded.

Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Epilogue

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cressthebest · 1 month

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 7

chapter 12:

1. LILY EVANS MENTION!!!!!

2. god i’m so worried about what’s gonna happen to wolfstar when the games are over. they deserve a lifetime together

3. the snake, jesus christ. i’d flip off the game makers too

4. crimson rivers and just lovers peter >>>>>>>

5. god, peter is so sensible and reasonable and i love him so much

6. 😧 the avery spider. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

7. james, darling, love, stop telling all the people you like the location of the cave. you cannot save everyone. their death will be inevitable. you’re going to hurt your soul like this

8. “Frankly, Regulus looks like he's been through Hell. He's absolutely gorgeous.” jesus christ. and with a knife pressed to his throat. he is NOT toning down his horny rn

9. “"You're hesitating, love."” FUCK YEAH THE FAMOUS LINE

10. 😧😳😳 not the bondage joke james makes at reg. holy shit- no chill

11. james had a knife to his throat twice in this chapter. he is living the high life

chapter 13:

1. “James has always been that infuriating mixture of wonderful and stupid, for as long as Regulus can remember.” yes, that is how i’d describe him

2. 😐 my dear james, what the fuck. why are you nervously beatboxing

3. oh god, they’re gonna have to kill the deer to eat. james is NOT gonna like this

4. regulus does NOT give a fuck about the deer. he only doesn’t kill them cause he’s softhearted for james

5. “He tilts his head up to the sky, like he's looking directly at Sirius with an expression that clearly states: are you seeing this shit?” LMAO

6. (james describing his feelings for sirius) “Well, for one thing, what we have is special and goes beyond the bounds of romance, reaching unfathomable lengths that no one can understand but us, so jot that down,"” LMAO but also yes. absolutely right

7. 😧😧 jaw open. shocked. sobbing. reg agrees that in a different lifetime, him and james would probably be dating

8. 😭😭😭 james getting excited about if in a different life he married reg because that would make him sirius’ brother in law

9. “"Your ability to find things to be happy about, even in the middle of literal life or death fucking astounds me."” so true. but also. like. i understand james. me and james have got this connection. i understand him.

10. 😏 they’re gonna share a blankie

11. HANDCUFFS?????

12. "”Mum, Dad, look away, I'm having impure thoughts," James announces, gasping theatrically as he presses the back of his hand to his forehead. "Oh, the shame."” LMAO HES SO FUNNY

13. god, i miss james’ glasses too, reg

14. i’ve always wondered if the capital/hallow would show if tributes had sex in the arena. like, would they show it? like morally, they let people kill one another, so would they have anything morally against showing two people having sex in the arena??

15. god, they’re gonna be so mentally fucked up when they leave this arena

16. “Dorcas vividly remembers being very sure that the 'McKinnon girl' was about to die, only to be stunned when that 'McKinnon girl' shoved someone twice her size right into the fire and warmed herself up while they burned.” 😧 no wonder the past haunts marlene so bad. jesus fucking christ

17. god i love dorcas. she has no excuses for the other hallows. she’s like, i grew up and realized it was wrong. that’s all it took. the rest of them should have grown up as well

18. 😳😳 dorcas says she likes it rough

19. 😳 oh shit wait i think they’re actually gonna fuck

20. DORLENE <333333333333333

21. oh damn. the secret codes and sharing of messages to relay info. like gid and fab’s death

22. god, not dorcas lying about gid and fab’s death. i understand 100% but jesus. it sucks

#lily mention!!!!!#you’re hesitating love #marauders #fanfic #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #dorcas x marlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #lily evans #peter pettigrew #crimson rivers

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darnell-la · 1 year

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𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥

word count: 2.8k

pairing: Dom!Eddie Munson x Reader

Warning: warnings: 18+, smut, semi forced blowjob, public smut, oral sex, hair pulling, choking, in love with bsf, dom!eddie, sub!reader, fem!reader, and use of one of our authors name instead of y/n

summary: Scotlyn has been crushing on Eddie Munson for 3 years now. She’s been making life harder by becoming best friends with him while writing naughty love letters. She should have known that she couldn’t keep it a secret for long.

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𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗧𝗟𝗬𝗡𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩

I can't believe I've been writing these anonymous letters to Eddie since I was a freshman. He was the hottest Senior and you know freshmen. They just have to fall for the older guys.

But this guy, my feelings for him grew harder and harder. It's like every year I got lucky that he failed 12th grade until I was finally taking classes with him.

Now I'm a senior, almost 3 years younger than him, and in nearly all of his classes. I'm so lucky, yet, I haven't gathered the guts to ask him out or even flirt with him.

I've been putting myself in challenging situations like tutoring him, buying weed from him, helping out with his club, and even becoming best friends with him.

The only thing I can do that's close to flirting is write anonymous letters and place them in his locker. I'm 18 and still scared to speak to my crush of 3 years.

"Hey there, friends!" Eddie scarred me as he quickly grabbed my waist for a few seconds before letting go. "God! You bitch," I breathed as he laughed and sat across from me.

"I could have been eating and choked," I said. "You were too busy daydreaming," he said. He's not wrong, I was.

I was, yet again, about to go into another daydream session when he waved a letter in front of my face. God, it's from me. But he doesn't know that.

Another bad thing I did to myself questioning him about the letters he's been getting since freshman year. I asked him a good year ago and ever since then, he's been telling me everything I've been saying to him.

What's even worse is that he likes it. He keeps saying that someone like that is his dream partner. Someone who likes almost everything he likes.

"Dear Eddie. I knocally wear the same outfit every day but it keeps me in a chokehold every time. I imagine myself being held back after everyone leaves and being deeply fucked," Eddie said with a smirk.

"I'd take everything you give me, even if I can't take anymore. I'm meant for you. Why else would I be wet when you're around?" He said then grunted with a chuckle.

"Now that's something I can't wait to eat up. Imagine my girl wet around me all the time. That's my mess to clean up," Eddie started blabbering about different places he'd fix his girl's problem. My problems.

"Wait, Eddie, I need to go to the bathroom. I've been holding it since this morning," I said as I quickly got up and walked off which felt like I ran off.

I could feel his eyes on me but I can't look back or it'll be too obvious. He can't find out it's me. I wouldn't know what to say. I'd be stuck and embarrassed.

What doesn't make it better is that I know how Eddie is. He's a cocky flirting bastard. He'd tease me about it.

He already says things like "I wouldn't be surprised if it was you. Those other boys could be me," and he flirts but all boys do. Right?

"Hey, wait up!" Eddie said behind me. "Didn't you say you wanted some, you know what?" He asked me. "Oh shit, yes, yes, I did," I said as I went to pull out my money but he stopped me.

"Meet me at the bench," Eddie said, confusing me. "That's a far walk from my house, Eds," I annoyingly said.

"Then I'll drive you back home," he said. "Why can't you just pick me up? Or just give it to me at the house," I asked.

"Scotlyn, just meet me at the bench," Eddie said. He sounded a bit angry at my questioning. I walked away after rolling my eyes because he has me walking in the cold. Why did I pick to wear a skirt today?

Something in Eddie wanted to pull Scotlyn back by her hair and threaten her. Not in a bad way, of course, but something to put her in her place for asking too many questions and rolling her eyes with walking off without saying her goodbyes.

"Eddie!?" I asked as I walked through the woods. I hate being here and Eddie knows that. I also feel like I'm being watched. That's why I'm yelling Eddie's name throughout the woods.

After making it to the bench, I stood there and looked around, hoping Eddie would pop out. He's late and he's never late.

"You look cold," I heard Eddie say behind me. I jumped with a small scream and then turned around. "Eddie!" I yelled at him.

"What's going on with you? Been jumpy all day today," Eddie said as he walked around me and sat on the wooden table I was leaning on.

"Well, maybe, if you weren't jump-scaring me all day, I'd be fine," I said as he chuckled. "It's funny seeing you scared. Even a bit cute," he said as he looked at me for a few seconds then started taking his weed out of his lunch box.

"So, what do you want, princess?" He asked. I hate when he calls me that! Well, not really but you guys know what I mean.

"You know already, Eddie. Why did you even bring me out here? It's cold," I complained. "Not my fault you're wearing skimpy shit," Eddie said as he closed and shrugged his shoulders.

"I always wear skirts and shirts like this," I said. "I know," Eddie said as he placed his box down next to him. He turned his head to the side and looked at me as I scoffed.

"Anyways, it seems I forgot your order at my house. How about you come by tomorrow?" Eddie asked. "That's fine," I said.

"Before you go, write my new dealing address down on this paper," Eddie said as he pulled a pen and a piece of paper out of his pocket.

"You know my handwriting shit," Eddie said, making me giggle. "It's indeed is," I said. I couldn't help but notice his smile when I giggled. God, he's so perfect.

"You ready?" He asked and I nodded. He watched me closely as I wrote down his new address. I don't know why he's changing the spot. The last one was perfect.

After I was done, Eddie for some reason started laughing. "What's up with you?" I asked with a slight tone. Is he making fun of the way I write or something?

"You know what's been bothering me?" Eddie asked. "What? What's wrong?" I asked. His tone seems likeually bothered by something.

"It's nothing bad, it's just, the letter I got a little over a month ago, stuck in my mind. You know, from Mrs. perfect," Eddie said.

"I had a few scenarios about fucking in the woods now. I've never done it before. I'm sure it would be like the best sex ever," Eddie said and he was not lying. It would be. That's why I wrote the letter...

"Like she was talking about how she'd love to be used with no one around to hear," Eddie said as he got up from the table.

"What's funny is that the same handwriting that wrote that letter is on this little paper," Eddie said after grabbing the paper I just wrote on and waving it in my face before dropping it.

"W-What are you trying to say, Eddie?" I said as I backed up against the wooden table, knowing exactly what he was trying to say. How could I have been so stupid?

"What I'm trying to say is that my best friend's been writing these very inappropriate letters to me and watching me suffer through this sexual pain I've been feeling for years," Eddie said as he took a step towards me.

"Not Just the letters being written for me but knowing my best friend liked me since freshman year. Could have had something earlier, princess," Eddie said as he placed his right hand on my cheek to rub.

"Am I right?" He asked but I stayed silent, not wanting to admit to everything. "Am I?!" He asked again as he quickly grabbed my neck with his right hand which was just gently rubbing my cheek.

"Eddie, stop it," I muttered as I tried to unlatch his fingers around my throat but he gripped tighter. "Ah uh, you stay fucking still," Eddie said as he shook me a bit.

"You've been teasing me for 3 years and now you don't have the guts to admit to it. If I let you go, you'll forever deny it and continue being a teasing whore!" Eddie spat.

"I bet you're thinking about what you wrote. Being grabbed and fucked in the woods by me. You best friend. What a fucking slut, right? Isn't that fucking slutty!?" Eddie asked as he pmyled by face towards his. Now our nose is touching.

"I can't be mad at that though. All I can do is take advantage of it. Use it like you want me to," Eddie said, and a second later, he attached his lips to my neck and started sucking harshly.

"Eddie!" I moaned, already sounding out of breath as he grabbed my waist tightly with both of his big hands. His nails and ringcally digging into my skin, through my thin shirt.

"Fuck! I knew your moans would be sexy," Eddie grunted then went back to sucking my neck in a different area to give me more than one mark.

𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Eddie's been hard ever since he left school. He knew Scotlyn was the one writing the letters after she stormed out of the cafeteria earlier today. He just wanted to confirm it by matching the handwriting.

"Knees," he demanded as he stepped back and unbuckled his belt. "N-No, not out here," Scotlyn stuttered. She wants to but she can't just start like this. She didn't even get a chance to kiss him.

This is all happening so fast for Scotlyn but too slowly for Eddie. He can't do slow right now. Not when he's harder than a rock.

"Get on your fucking knees, Scotlyn!" Eddie yelled then unzipped his pants, hoping Scotlyn would finally come out of her shell and listen but she was frozen. Stuck in place.

"Since I already know how you want to be treated, I'll do it for you," Eddie grabbed a full hand of Scotlyn's hair and pulled her to her knees.

"Eddie!" Scotlyn shouted at how unexpected ruff he was being and that her knees might be a little scrapped up and dirty but Eddie didn't care because he knew, deep down, she didn't either.

Eddie quickly backhanded Scotlyn and then tugged on her hair, forcing her to look up at him as he bent over a bit.

"Don't you fucking yell at me," Eddie said, causing Scotlyn to stay quiet. She could tell by his tone that he was serious.

"You gonna suck me off or do I have to force my cock, balls deep down your windpipe?" Eddie asked, giving Scotlyn another chance to give in and accept but she was too slow.

Eddie grabbed his cock and with one thrust, pushed deep down into Scotlyn's throat, causing her to gag and tear up immediately.

"Christ!" Eddie groaned deeply as he stayed in place to take in the feeling of her thirst collapsing around his shaft and her whines.

Eddie pulled out of Scotlyn's mouth to give her a short time to recover. He stroked and looked down at her, admiring his best friend's struggle to catch her breath.

"You look so beautiful, you know? So fucking beautiful," Eddie praised then pushed back into her mouth, and once again, she started gaging but he had to chase after his climax which is so close already.

"Stop fucking it, baby," Eddie said as he rubbed a few tears from her cheek. "Eddie, Eddie," Scotlyn repeated but of course, it was muffled.

"Stop speaking, Scotlyn," Eddie said after bucking his knees. The vibrations that ran through his body, triggered some never. Something he's never felt before.

"Please, Eddie," Scotlyn begged which is still muffled. She doesn't want anything to stop but at the same time, she needs to catch her breath.

"Scotlyn, stop!" Eddie shouted as his knees bucked again but he couldn't hold his climax back. His legs shook as his load shot down Scotlyn's throat.

Eddie gripped Scotlyn's hair tightly and pushed himself deeper into her mouth, wanting to feel every last inch of enjoyment before he finally pulled out.

Scotlyn fell back to the ground as she caught her breath. Eddie leaned back onto the tables beside him and stroked himself as he caught his own.

"Breath, Scotlyn, just breath," Eddie said as he dropped down to his knees beside Scotlyn who was still coughing. He wasn't paying attention to how rough he was fucking her throat.

"Fuck, Scotlyn, I- Fuck. Let me get you to a hospital," Eddie said as he went to pick Scotlyn up but she pulled him back down but this time onto his back.

"No, no, I'm fine," Scotlyn quickly said as she climbed on top of him. "I'm fine," she said then smashed her lips onto his. Eddie hesitated at first but quickly understand what Scotlyn wanted.

Scotlyn pulled Eddie back out of his jeans after pulling her panties to the side. Eddie's breath hitched at his tip slightly touching her clit. He never thought he'd be this nervous with her. He always practiced being cocky.

"Fuck!" Eddie groaned as he tilted his head back. "Go slow, go slow! Y-You're so fucking tight," Eddie grabbed Scotlyn's waist tightly, causing her to whine and slam down, taking all of Eddie.

"Scotlyn!" Eddie moaned out. "I'm sorry. It's your hands," Scotlyn apologized, about to get off of him to let him breathe but Eddie gripped onto Scotlyn's waist and started fucking up into her.

"E-Eddie, wait," Scotlyn whined as she placed her hands on Eddie's chest to push herself which angered him, so he grabbed her neck and pulled her towards his face to keep her in place.

"You're gonna sit on my cock until I fuck my cum into you, so you understand?" Eddie asked, trying to give Scotlyn a chance to reply but she didn't.

"Do you understand!?" Eddie slammed balls deep into Scotlyn, causing her to cry out a reply. "Yes! Yes, I understand!" She sobbed in pleasure which caused Eddie to groan under his breath.

"That's what I wanna hear," Eddie said as he continued to fuck into Scotlyn. She had a hard time riding but she still managed.

"Never knew my best friend was this crazy over me. Fucking me in the woods. God, that's so hot. Do you know how hot that is, baby?" Eddie started blabbering.

"Fuck, I'm so pussy drunk right now," Eddie laughed in embarrassment as Scotlyn smiled down at him. "And I'm cock drunk for my best friend," Scotlyn said to make him feel less embarrassedreally? Thought I was the only one so down bad for my best friend," Eddie smirked up at Scotlyn as he traced his hands back to her ass grip it harshly.

"You know how much I look at you? Your ass is so fucking fat. Perfect tits and an angel face. God, how could I not fall for you?" Eddie praised, sending Scotlyn close.

"And now you're tightening around me. You have a praising and dominance kink, huh, do you?" Eddie asked, causing Scotlyn to blush. She's been caught.

"Yes, the princess does. So perfect. I'm a lucky man," Eddie's thrust started getting sloppy as Scotlyn tried her best to keep riding him but her knees soon gave out, causing her to collapse on top of Eddie.

"Cum on me, baby. Wanna feel your juice drip down my body. Wanna be covered all in your sweet juice," Eddie muttered in Scotlyn's ear which sent her over the edge.

"Yeah, just like that, baby. Just like that," Eddie pushed Scotlyn's has down so that his cocked buried deep inside of her to shoot his warm and sticky load.

They both moaned and groaned as they came down from their intense orgasm. They both can say that they've never felt this good during and after sex before.

"Best friends to lovers or what?" Eddie managed to let out after taking a few deep breaths. "I don't think you'd let me choose anyways," Scotlyn replied.

"Good girl," Eddie smiled then gave Scotlyn a long peck on her lips. "Let's get to my place and clean up. I didn't know you'd maul me to the ground like a bear," Eddie joked as Scotlyn got off of him.

"Oh, shut up," Scotlyn laughed as Eddie fixed himself up and then helped Scotlyn. He loves how he can ruin her and then fix her. He's been wanting this fantasy for years and now he finally got it.

#dom!eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut #stranger things s5

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ruby-serpentis · 2 years

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horror au! eden - head canons

pairing: male! eden x gn! reader

warning(s): hunting, eden (man really is a whole ass warning by himself), ritualistic (human) sacrifice, blood, mentions of past deaths, forced marriage, mentions of poverty, stockholm syndrome, implied noncon

eueueueueu. i love eden. always hornee for big big mountain man who kidnaps me from the forest fufu. :3 (at this point i only play the game for him, he literally keeps me going)

please note that i do not condone any of this behavior in real life. this is merely a work on fiction based on another work of fiction.

INTRODUCING...THE GOD OF THE HUNT!

your parents were strange, strange in the way that they really took their beliefs to the next level. you didn’t agree with the temple and their teachings nor with how seriously they took their deities. it was the modern day! what deity could possibly come bring wrath upon them?

every year, a sacrifice was given to the deity of choice. someone was chosen from the congregation. some people lived, saying they saw nothing. they weren’t chosen according to your temple leaders. and other years, people disappeared completely. some never showed up. others did, their bodies appearing out of thin air.

you chalked it up to some hoax to sell the temple’s beliefs and have them make money. people paid off the religious leaders so their child wouldn’t be chosen.

in your eyes, it was clearly a ploy of the rich to slowly eliminate the lower class and even middle class as well. or just eliminate whoever to see fit, scare some people into not getting in their way.

when you were younger, your family lacked money. in fact, your childhood was quite rough. your parents struggled to put food on the table and you had been kicked out of your home.

the temple offered sanctum and your parents were grateful. they took the chance, obviously, and eventually rebuilt their lives, went to therapy, and were able to afford private school for you. you were grateful for them. but you wished they wouldn’t be so devoted to the temple. it was their own doing that led them to the current state of life you were in. not the temple’s. the temple deserved no credit.

you didn’t participate in temple events, holidays, duties. you were talked about amongst the initiates and amongst temple goers for not abiding for such things. they even considered you as bad as whitney.

it should’ve come as no surprise when you got chosen, when your name got announced. but the dread on your parents’ face said all. you weren’t worried.

you calculated the rituals each year in case you were chosen. you were confident that you would get the goddess of lust, briar. she was beautiful, gorgeous, and merciful. every time someone was sacrificed to her, they came out just fine. probably a little hung over on sex. you wouldn’t question what would happen.

“this year’s deity we will be sacrificing our dear (y/n) to is...” the man removes the top covering the marble bath, filled with water. you see his face pale and he takes a big gulp.

“the god of the hunt.”

you felt your heart sink to your stomach and your stomach sink to your feet. and suddenly, it felt like you couldn’t breathe, as if there was a massive amount of pressure weighing down upon your chest.

most sacrifices did not make it out alive when it came to the god of the hunt.

he was known to be ruthless and no matter who got sent to him, they always ended up dead. there was one time where someone came out alive albeit with a ton of scars and ten lives worth of trauma.

the only deity that was worse than the god of the hunt was the god of childcare. how ironic.

so really...it could be worse?

sydney shakes her head as she takes your measurements. “(y/n), i don’t know how to tell you that you are essentially...” she bits her lip.

“fucked?”

sydney looks like you had damned her to hell. “y...yeah.”

“well...maybe luck will be on my side.”

the night of the ritual dawned upon you, the moon big and bright. it wasn’t a blood moon thankfully. a blood moon would probably make things more dangerous in the woods. and your chance of dying would increase to 100% instead of 99%.

sydney looked worried about you. and before you had left the building, she placed a necklace on you. it was silver with a small pendant that resembled a censer.

“i had it blessed.” she rubs the tears out of her eyes. “please come out safe.”

“you have nothing to worry about syd.” you hug her tightly. “i’ll come out of the forest tomorrow morning. and then we can go to the beach like we planned.”

you didn’t really pray. but as you stood at the edge of the forest in the ritualistic robes, you silently looked up at the sky and asked the higher beings above that you would be able to go to the beach with sydney.

you were pushed into the forest upon the sound of a bell.

you struggled with walking originally, tripping over tree roots and rocks. it was hard to see in the dark. but eventually, your vision adjusted and you were able to walk through the forest effortlessly.

you had a plan. you’d play into the temple’s little scheme. hide out in the forest for the night and then emerge the next morning. it wouldn’t be your first time hiding out anyways.

but as you traversed through the trees, you couldn’t help but feel a bit uneased. it felt like someone was watching you, closely. you’d felt it before but usually brushed it off as just being anxious, especially since you came out here when school got tough.

Someone is hunting you.

you didn’t know how long you had been in the woods. but judging from the moon and the sky, you guesstimated around two and a half to three hours. it was just a guesstimate though.

you found sanctum by the lake. the light reflected off the water nicely. and it was peaceful aside from the occasional hoot of an owl. lots of people said owls were evil. but you found them to be good omens. they were vigilant creatures with the cutest eyes and they hunted for mice and such.

it wasn’t so bad.

sure your parents were afraid they’d find you dead in a ditch somewhere after this. but you liked the peace and quiet.

part of you wondered what it would be like to remain here forever, undisturbed.

you stopped wondering when an arrow flew past your face, grazing the skin of your cheek. and you yelped out of shock, glancing at the arrow firmly in the ground before looking across the lake.

you saw it: a hulking figure, cloaked, its arms falling back to a resting position by its sides.

“nope. nope, nope.” you stand up quickly and make a run for it.

you decided to head back the direction you came from, running through the forest. occasionally, when you glanced back, you could see the hulking figure. and every time you looked back, he appeared to be getting closer and closer.

no sound followed them. it unnerved you.

but no matter how far you ran, you just appeared to get more lost. it baffled you. by now, you should’ve emerged onto the streets of the town.

you had to catch your breath, leaning against a tree. you didn’t know if you lasted long or if you didn’t last at all.

either way, you were thoroughly fucked.

“shit!” you screamed, seeing an arrow lodge itself into the tree you were leaning on. close to your face.

they were close. so close.

you forced yourself to get away. you would not die this way!

you didn’t run far because your ankle got caught in something. it lifted you in the air, resulting in you hanging upside down. “oh come on!” you exclaim. “fuck this!”

you tried to use your upper body strength to bend upwards to untie yourself. but the strength quickly left your body and you were left looking at the person was they approached you.

they pulled their hood down and from the light streaming through the canopy of the trees, you could point out their facial features.

they had a strong jaw and appeared more masculine. a massive scar was visible on their face and their hair was messy. despite his stoic face, his eyes were...gentle? you couldn’t pick it out.

“caught, like a lamb trying to escape the slaughter.” their voice is deep and a smirk forms on their face. “foolish to think you could escape.”

well...this was how you die.

not by running away and dying from an arrow shot. not even accidentally falling and hitting yourself. no. by getting caught in the person’s trap and dying strung up like a piece of meat.

the way they were eying you made you feel like a piece of meat.

he grips your face. his hands are calloused and rough. he looks at you, eyes flicking upwards to your body. you just now feel the sudden breeze against your crotch.

“good. guess those zealots actually are competent.” he slings his bow on his shoulder and pulls out a knife. here it comes.

you fall to the ground, letting out a loud oompf sound. ++ Pain

you aren’t able to get a grip on your surroundings, nor adjust to the blood finally coming down from your head. you feel yourself get picked up and slung over the person’s shoulders.

fuck. it just got worse.

you attempt to kick and punch him but it does nothing. he chuckles a bit. “it tickles. but there’s nothing a mortal like you can do.”

your body freezes up. a mortal? a mortal like you?

“oh fuck.” you whisper but it seems he heard.

“did you really think i was an ordinary mortal?” he looks up at the moon as you whimper. “you know exactly who i am. right?” he pauses. “then say it.”

“e-eden.” you whisper.

“louder.”

“e-eden.” you say. “g-god of the hunt.”

“that’s right pumpkin. get used to it.”

eventually, you guys came to a stop. there was a cozy look cabin with multiple gardening plots. you also saw a spring. but you wouldn’t be familiar with the outside for a long time.

eden dropped you onto the mattress. soft animal furs brushed against your skin. if you weren’t so afraid, you would probably fall asleep.

you could make out his features a bit more. his hair was long, about shoulder length. and as he shed his cloak, you noticed his toned figure. particularly his back.

even if he was a god, his back was...very attractive. and the scars only enhanced his attractiveness.

it was kind of criminal how attractive he was.

the stained glass windows, the statues, the paintings, did not do him justice.

maybe he would have mercy on you?

“shall we get down to business?” he strips his top.

you feel the blood rush to your face seeing him shirtless. he...he was hot. you should not be feeling this way towards the god that kidnapped you. besides, what business did you guys even have?

“you’re so cute, with how clueless you are.” he looks down on you. “do you realize what you’re wearing?”

you look down at your clothes before looking back up at him, still confused.

“they are wedding garments, pumpkin.” he grips onto the bottom of your garments and tugs. “garments to indicate a marriage offering.”

“ma-marriage offering?” you stuttered. “no. no! no! that o-only happens every like...THOUSAND years!”

“you haven’t been paying attention have you?” he traps your body underneath him, arms caging you in. his hair tickles your face. “that’s okay. i’ve always liked the more...skeptical people.”

“i’ve had my eye on you for a while now.” his lets his knuckles graze your skin. “i was tempted to take you. but bailey convinced me to have a little more...fun with it.” he chuckles. it’s deep and vibrates throughout his whole body.

it clicked in your head. all those times of feeling watched while in the forest? it was probably eden, wanting to take you.

something catches his eye. his hand picks up the necklace, the chain resting between his fingers. he scoffs. “superstitious much?”

“it was a gift...from sydney.” you purse your lips.

“well whoever they are, forget them.”

eden rips the necklace from your neck, breaking the chain. he tosses it behind his back. you could only whimper, seeing as that was the last remnant of sydney you had.

you gasp feeling his knee between your legs, rubbing against your crotch. and you hated how you could feel yourself get turned on.

+++ Arousal

-- Control

+++ Trauma

“shall we consummate our marriage?”

you didn’t know how long it has been. you got used to the presence of the cabin, got used to your daily routine.

you hated living here at first. you even tried to escape. but eden caught you with ease. he didn’t need to do much. and when he dragged you back, he didn’t punish you. “lots of spouses run away at first. you’ll get used to it.”

and you did. in fact, you even enjoyed being here.

and you enjoyed getting fucked brainless every night by eden’s enormous cock.

mayhaps your libido has evolved to match eden’s.

you’re busy sweeping the cabin floor before you spot something. it’s shiny and silver. you pick it up. there’s a broken chain attached to the pendant, which looked like a censer.

you recognized it. but where? your mind was fuzzy. you were trying your hardest to figure it out why it looked so familiar, feel so familiar. it was definitely very pretty too.

then it hit you like a train.

“sydney.” you whisper.

your darling friend sydney. what was going on in her life? did she mourn you? did she wait at the temple for your return? did she go looking for you?

or maybe she went to the beach without you? went with someone else? maybe she already forgot about you? that was okay. you were content with the idea of sydney being happy without you. as long as she was happy, living life, and enjoying her books.

a sudden grip on your shoulder caused you to stiffen and drop the necklace on the ground.

“such a good spouse you are.” eden’s voice booms in the empty cabin. you can feel his breath on your neck. “sweeping the cabin, cleaning my clothes. but also...i was going to say i needed a break.”

he places his other hand on your other shoulder and his grip is like iron. you whimper at the feeling. he massages your shoulders, pulling your body close to his.

“i’m going to have to punish you. after all, i did say to forget about them.”

#degrees of lewdity #dol #eden the hunter #dol eden #dol eden x reader #ruby's horror au #horror au #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 5 months

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Care

Freya cares for Astarion. Deeply. SFW.

Author's Note: Freya is the elf version of my FFXIV OC Agi. Can't stop won't stop lol.

“Do you have a moment? I think we need to talk.”

Those words from Astarion sent a chill down Freya’s spine. He’s not one to want to talk, which means this could be something very bad. “Are you all right?” She said, trying to sound as normal as possible…I’m not bothered. Nope. Not all. Not nervous. Absolutely not.

“Oh yes, I’m fine. I just…feel awful.” Before Freya had time to respond, he continued. “Look, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan---seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me.” Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “It was easy---instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do was not fall for you…which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart.” Wait, what? Did he… “You…you’re incredible. You deserve something real. I want us to be something real.”

She could feel hot tears flowing down her freckled, pale cheeks. “So the nights we spent together didn’t mean anything?” Freya whispered, her gaze drifting towards the ground. They didn’t. You were a means to an end. Gregor was right---no one would ever willing choose—

“Of course they did---that’s the problem. Or part of it. Being close to someone---any kind of intimacy---was something I performed to lure people back for him. Even though I know things between us are different,” He thinks they are? Then maybe he… “being with someone still feels…tainted. Still brings up those feelings of disgust and loathing. I don’t know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I’d like to.”

She closed her eyes, tears still streaking her face. “I care about you. Deeply.” I love you. Gods damn me, but I love you.

“Really?”

Opening her eyes, she took two long strides and embraced him. He stood for a few moments completely still as Freya gave him a gentle squeeze. I love you. You’re so much more than you think you are. Before long, she felt his lithe arms hug her plush form. He rested his head on her shoulder.

He stepped back, letting her go, and smirked. “You…you are full of surprises, aren’t you? Honestly, I have no idea what we’re doing. Or what comes next.” Astarion offered a hand, which Freya took. “But this…this is nice.” His hands now sandwiched hers. He was always cold unless she let him feed, but it did not bother her.

“We’ll figure it all out together, love. And don’t worry---there’s plenty of things to do that are intimate but aren’t sex. Like coming to my tent and having a cuddle?” She smiled; her brown eyes hopeful.

Heaving a dramatic sigh, he replied, “Oh, I suppose so, my sweet! Lead the way.” Astarion turned elegantly, stepping to be by her side and wrapping an arm around her generous waist. “Do you like this?” He murmured, his fingers dancing under the fabric of her tunic.

“Yes, love.” Freya blushed. No one’s ever touched me like this. Gods, it feels amazing.

“Because I certainly do. You’re so nice to touch, darling. Just tell me if there’s something you don’t like.” Grinning with his fangs showing, he opened the flap to her tent. “After you, my dear.”

Still blushing furiously, she nodded quickly as she scurried past him into her tent. It’s not home, but it’s nice. Once inside her tent, Freya had to hunch over, much to her dissatisfaction. Tents aren’t meant for tall people, I’m sure of it. “You don’t mind if I put on something else, do you? I think I laced myself too much earlier.” The only reason I wear this bloody corset is because it makes my boobs look amazing.

“Allow me, my sweet.” He hummed, moving to step in front of her. As he unlaced her, she noted a touch of concern in his eyes. “Why on earth did you lace so tightly?!” There was no small amount of annoyance in his voice, but the concern only seemed to grow. “You need room to breathe and move, dearest. Let me lace you next time, hmm? I’ll do it perfectly for you.”

She swallowed, her cheeks burning. “I, erm…well, my chest looks good wearing this, and it’s frankly the only good things about me are my bo—”

Astarion hissed as his ruby eyes stared up at her. “You and I both know that’s not true. You’re so much more than a frankly fantastic pair of tits.”

Freya rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m aware everyone thinks I’m so sweet and lovely and nice and polite and kindhearted but ugly as sin.” And maybe that’s why you chose me. I was the easiest target. Too sweet. Too lovely. Too nice. Too polite. Too kindhearted. Easy. Squeezing her eyes shut, she wished the shadows would swallow her whole. Easy. So easy to seduce and manipulate. So stupid. Mum would be so disappointed. She taught you better than that. But no, you cling to the first person who shows any interest in you because you’re a desperate, awful, stupid—

“Darling…Freya…what’s the matter? Why are you crying? Did I do something?” His voice was low but laced with panic. “Please, speak to me. What did I do?”

For the first time in decades, she felt herself losing control of her magic. Hot tears streaked down her face as lightning flared from her fingertips. Astarion jumped back and yelped. No. Not now. No. NO. “NO!” She growled, willing the magic within her to quiet. Her eyes opened after a few moments; the lightning gone.

“What was that? What happened?” Oh fuck, he’s scared. Shit. Fuck. Gods damn me. No matter what I do with him I fuck up. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

She began to sob. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. When I’m upset---really upset---I can lose control a bit. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” Freya slumped to her knees. She did not notice Astarion rush to her side and take one of her hands in his, crouching down. “I’m so stupid. I’ve fallen in love with you…you’re the first man I’ve ever loved…the first one I’ve ever slept with…and all I can think right now is that you picked me because I’m…I’m…” The tadpole squirmed in her skull. Stupid. Easy. Too nice. Too sweet. Too polite. Too kind. Too trusting. Ugly. Cow. No one will ever—

Stop. Stop, darling. Stop. You’ve given me a gift, so it’s high time I gave you one in return.

Freya was now seeing through Astarion’s eyes. She saw herself speaking with Gale and felt Astarion’s jealousy, yearning, and desire. In an instant, it was night. She was standing with Astarion, speaking about her day when she heard his thoughts.

She has such beautiful eyes…

The warmest smile…

She cares for me…

Another memory flashed---a few weeks prior when Karlach practically dragged her back to camp with Lae’zel and Wyll yelling for Halsin and Shadowheart. Freya had gotten hurt badly by Shadow Creatures. She felt his panic. His despair.

No. No. No. Not her. Not her. Please. No. Not her. Please, I’ll do anything…KILL ANYONE…please.

She saw him sitting with her while was unconscious.

I should’ve been there. I might’ve prevented this. I would’ve protected her. My poor darling girl…

She saw him hold her hand.

Don’t worry, sweetness. I’ll protect you. You already said you’d watch my back, and yet I never said it to you. Don’t worry. I’ve got you.

One more memory---him watching her undress during their second night together.

Give her more to keep her coming back. NO NO NO NO NO. Stop thinking like that. She’s not a target for the Master. She’s not just another body. No. At the very least, you fool, give her a good time. It’s what she deserves…and so much more than you could ever give her. Fool. Liar. But…I didn’t lie about missing her. I did. I do. I miss having her body against mine…I feel safe when she holds me…

The connection between them was broken, and both had tears in their eyes. It was Astarion who spoke first. “You see,” his voice was trembling. “I’ve cared for you for some time now. You’re not simply incredible, as I said, you’re beautiful,” he kissed her knuckles. “Kind.” Kiss. “Smart.” Kiss. “A little sassy when you want to be.” Kiss. “You are so incredibly you, Freya dear. I love that.” The smallest smile tugged on his lips with the hint of a fang showing. Gods, he looks fucking adorable right now. Best not say it though! At least now! “I love you.”

What Astarion did not expect was her practically tackling him into quite possibly the biggest hug I’ve ever given. “I love you too, Astarion.”

“By the Nine Hells, woman! When I said I like the feel of your body against mine, I did not mean crushing me!” He smirked under her. “We can save that for another night, darling! Haha!” She rolled her eyes as they sat up and began to fiddle with the hooks on her corset. “Please let me.”

“Alright, love.” She said softly, letting her hands drop to her lap. The hooks were taken care of quickly (Gale says he has the magic touch, but sorry mate, it’s Astarion), and Freya finally got it off. She kept her soft arms over her ample chest, looking for another shirt.

He picked up one and gave it a sniff. “This one’s acceptable, though you should let me take care of this little tear, my sweet. And you don’t have to cover yourself. I’ve seen your marvelous tits.” He smirked as he handed her the shirt and chuckled when he saw blush paint her cheeks once more.

“I-I, well…with us, you know, not having sex for the foreseeable future that you wouldn’t want—”

Astarion sighed dramatically. “No sex doesn’t mean no tits! Fondling tits---great. Fucking tits---not right now but certainly at a later date!” As she put the shirt on, he huffed. “While you’re a sweetheart for thinking of me, let’s sort out the details together as time goes along. Deal?” He offered a pale hand.

Freya raised a teasing eyebrow. “A deal sealed with a kiss?” You’re not the only one who can flirt…even though you do it a lot better than me.

He laughed heartily as he inched closer to her lips. “As if you have to ask, darling.” Though his voice was dripping with his usual charm, the kiss was different. Tentative. Oh, Astarion. She cupped his cheek, her kiss gentle. He leaned into her touch, and Freya heard a breathy moan. “You truly are perfect every time.” There was no hint of sarcasm or teasing in his voice. Gods, he actually means it. He’s not lied to me when he’s said it. His lips quirked into a half a smirk. “I’m half expecting you to say ‘thank you.’” He did an impression of her which was totally not accurate at all. Gods, do I sound like that?!

She could not help but chuckle. “Guilty. Either that, or ‘I’d say it back, but you’ve got a big enough head already.’ Do you…would you like to cuddle, love? If not, that’s completely fine. I’m happy if you are.” Don’t start rambling. Don’t do it. Just…SHHHHHH.

“Well, since you asked nicely,” he teased, lying down on her bedroll. “I suppose I can oblige just this once.”

“Then I better make this the best fucking cuddle ever, or I’m done for!” They both laughed, and she laid her head on his chest.

A lithe arm wrapped around her soft, broad shoulders and a sigh escaped him. “I’ve every faith in you, my dear.” No sarcasm again. He…means it. They lay in silence for some time, eventually shifting so that Freya was spooning Astarion. “I must say, darling, I’m enjoying all the warmth. And if I had just a bit of blood, it’ll almost be like I’m alive again! Ha!”

She gave him a squeeze, chuckling into his white curls. “If you’re hungry, you can feed, love. You know I don’t mind.”

He continued to laugh. “In a while, sweetness. Those cultists I ate earlier were more satisfying than I thought.” Astarion placed a hand over hers and spoke softly. “You needn’t worry so.”

“Impossible. I’ll always worry about you. How could I not?” She pressed a kiss to his neck where the twin punctures were. “I love you.”

“Even if we…we won’t be—”

“Yes. Do you know why, love?” She felt him shake his head and kissed his neck again. “Because I just want to be with you, no matter what. Especially if it’s this. If you’re happy, then I’m happy.”

“You make it sound so simple, darling.” He said sadly, turning his head towards her lips. They met for a moment before he spoke once more. “Regardless, I appreciate what you said more than you’ll ever know.” Astarion rolled over to face her. “May I stay with you tonight?”

Freya wrinkled her nose and giggled. “As if you have to ask. Of course. My tent is yours.”

“If that’s the case,” he smirked. “Then allow me to redecorate? Darling, it’s positively drab in here.”

She gave him a quick kiss before rolling her eyes. “No.” I mean, it’s a fucking tent! My house, which is tastefully decorated, is obviously better in every way than this tent!!!!

Sometime later, as they slipped into their nightly meditations, she felt his parasite call to hers.

Rest well, my sweet.

You too, love.

I adore you, you know…my beautiful girl…

#freya wildheart #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x plus size tav #plus size tav #astarion #freya x astarion #hurt comfort and fluff

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tearlessrain · 2 months

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what about the companion questions from the tav ask game, for mallory!!

eey thanks! (ask meme here for everyone else lost in the bg3 sauce)

for reference here's Mallory, looking very offended that the obviously hazardous rune had the audacity to zap him when he poked it

he's a half-drow gold draconic sorcerer and as extra as that lineage would suggest. he's also got the urchin background, but he doesn't tell people that.

I also feel it's important to mention that he was the first character I created for my initial blind playthrough and by the time I realized that his backstory and personality had a similar vibe to Astarion it was too late. as a pc it works because he romanced Astarion and the two of them have a wonderful time being insufferable and flamboyant together and bonding over their similar trauma, but as a companion he'd feel a bit "why do we have this guy, there's already one of these but better". but for the moment we'll ignore that lol.

1. What would your Tav’s greetings be (at different levels of approval)

Negative:

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" (intensely sarcastic)

"Oh. It's you."

"I was just wishing someone would come over and bother me." (also sarcastic)

Neutral+:

"Can I help you?"

"A pleasure."

"Hello, darling."

High+:

"Everything all right?"

"You know, I actually enjoy these talks."

"I hope you're well, aside from... you know."

Flirting:

"Well, hello."

"My dear, you have my full attention."

"Oh, just here to talk? Pity."

Partnered:

"I'm here."

"Gods, what would I do without you?"

"Do you need something, love?"

Broken up:

"Darling! Whatever can I do for you?" (intensely sarcastic)

"Keep wandering over here and people will talk, you know."

"Straight to business, I suppose?"

"Hm, I liked you better when you were fawning over me."

2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside? The inside would be cluttered but in a deliberate organized chaos kind of way, Mallory decidedly lives up to his dragon blood in that he collects shiny things and trinkets and has maximalist decorating tastes when he's able to. the outside would be comfortable but fairly unassuming and barren. The reason for this is not personal taste, it's so that anyone who might come along to burgle the camp will go for the externally fancy-looking tents first and leave his alone.

3. What would their character quest be titled? Why? oh god I'm so bad at titles, probably something gold-related or dragon-related. idk the writers are talented they'd come up with something snappy.

4. What would your Tav’s romance scenes look like? How many would they have? He would definitely be on the "bone first ask questions later" end of the companion spectrum and would probably come onto the player fairly early on. Mallory flirts with Everyone whether he's invested in following through or not and prior to The Tadpolening he'd been clawing his way up the ranks of the upper class mages in his home city via a carefully balanced combination of fucking and blackmail and it was a marked improvement on the situation he was in before that, so his perspective on both sex and relationships is not what you'd call rose-tinted. He'd be doing the same thing here, looking for leverage and a way to establish himself with the person who's taking charge of things. It would definitely be a fun romance in act one, very weighted toward the sex scenes and light banter, but he'd be deflecting any attempts to take things further emotionally or get him to open up (and might show a bit of a vicious streak if he's pushed too hard) until the latter two acts of the game, when you'd probably see more in the way of heart to heart conversations with him as he starts trusting the player. And that trust would mean a lot to him, considering all his prior "relationships" have been transactional at best and abusive at worst.

He'd also be among the companions who's fully down with you hooking up with Halsin, and would only complain if he never gets invited. He's not well suited to monogamy.

5. Describe their idle animations! Doing little tricks with conjured fire to entertain himself, straightening his clothes/hair a bit surreptitiously and/or being preoccupied with some dirt that's not coming out, maybe doing some stretches. Pacing because he's not very good at waiting around. admiring some bauble he found while out adventuring with you and trying to figure out where to put it. if companions autonomously interacted with each other he and Gale would be arguing about magic frequently.

6. How would the player go about meeting them in Act 1? What is their introduction? I feel like the player would probably find him standing in a ring of char not far from the crash, surrounded by several smoldering intellect devourers and looking like he was not at all planning to do any adventuring the day he got abducted. He'd be wary initially but would warm up very quickly once he realizes you're not also here to attack him and suggest sticking together until the whole situation gets resolved.

The first impression he tends to give off is "mildly snobby ivory tower mage who's never had to boil water before" but it's a very curated image that he designed to navigate a very specific environment and it starts to break down once you realize he can pick locks and has a lot of random mundane survival skills and will immediately adopt any orphan that stands still long enough if he's allowed to. he is very good at being a mage though, that part is accurate.

7. Describe their arc. How would a player help resolve it? What choices can be made? Can your Tav be turned down a dark path, or pulled to a lighter one? Mallory definitely has the potential to go to the dark side, one of the ways he's most similar to Astarion is that he fears/resents others having power over him and is willing to take dubious measures to make himself as untouchable as possible. He's also manipulative at times and the kind of person who fully believes he could outwit the devil (not without reason, but he's much less impervious to consequences than he thinks he is), and he's got a lot of pent up resentment and grief and anger he's never really dealt with, so it's entirely possible that he could end up in a very bad place (both for him and for everyone around him). I've thought about one unfortunate timeline that eventually ends with him becoming a devil himself, which ultimately just traps him in a worse version of everything he was trying to escape from as a mortal but gives him the illusion of power and control (so at least he can tell himself it was worth it, even knowing it wasn't).

If influenced away from that though, he's just as capable of turning all that toward improving things instead of tearing them down, and he does have a good heart when it comes down to it.

He's got a huge soft spot for kids and a strong drive to make sure as few as possible ever have the kind of childhood he did, so I could see his arc tying in with the tiefling babies and/or Yenna in some way.

It would also likely involve Darius, his abusive ex who "took him in" in his late teens when he was in a particularly bad spot, and who he didn't get away from until he was essentially bought by someone else (which is how he ended up in the social groups he did) for more gold than Darius felt keeping him was worth. There was never any real closure there prior to the events of the game but that guy honestly needs to die. whether things end well depends on what's motivating him by the end and how he gets there; this will either be a turning point where he'll realize he's better off helping people who need it than hurting people who deserve it, or he'll go full tumblr revolutionary and decide that killing Darius wasn't enough and the only way to fix anything is to burn it all down and start from the ground up so he can do things properly, collateral damage be damned.

8. After Act 3, what does their life look like? What are they talking about at the reunion party? Regardless of his ending he will have been continuing to develop his magic, guy was like two levels away from sprouting wings by max level and he's not gonna pass that up, plus he just enjoys it.

If he had a good ending he will 100% have adopted Yenna and/or a tiefling orphan or two, and has definitely been making a huge nuisance of himself to the city's patriars in an effort to help improve things in the lower city, to great success all things considered. Mallory is extremely good at making a nuisance of himself effectively. It will be pretty clear that he's doing a lot better mental health wise and takes a lot of pride in what he's doing.

If he had a bad ending... he will insist that all his power plays and growing spiderweb of faustian bargains and revenge plots are going fantastically, and he's doing great.

He is definitely not doing great.

#ask meme #tearless vs bg3

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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dostuhon stepping on you (sexually). thats its thats- thats the request

im jk dostuhon stepping on you and like….enjoying your reaction from how ur feeling (whores) then just being rough with you -rei boobie anon

Dotsuitare Hompo stepping on their NB! s/o

Rei's boobie, you're always so honry.. God bless your soul for this..

NBreader, teasing, mention of sex and sex activity;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-Oh, look at him, giggling awkwardly as if he's actually frustrated by your little ask.. Honestly, he really doesn't mind trying.

-Sasara was so goofy, preferring to fool around and be chilly even in relationships with you. Well, at least in the beginning.. After a while he does show you his more sensitive and gentle side in private. So maybe it's time to lure you into more depth of his soul?

-"Oh, so this is what you wished for?" - he giggles, yet you can feel some kind of condescending mockery in this casual tone. - "Of course, my dear.. Just don't get too whiny, okay?"

-You would probably be surprised how confident your lover is, no shame or nervousness as he looks down at you with a small smile. Damn, there's even some kind of real dominating vibe from him that makes YOU the one to be nervous.

-He would start lightly, stepping just a little bit in a playful manner. Testing the waters. And the way Sasara opens his eyes, piercing at your soul with such a haughty gaze.. It teases you more than any words, when for him your gasp and blush is just a signal to continue this game.

-"Is something wrong, my darling?" - your boyfriend coo, pushing more weight and enjoying your whimpers. - "I thought you were offering this as a punishment, but it seems like you really enjoy your role right now.."

-He just knows how to arouse you more with his mockery, tickling you both with his gazes and words. But Sasara really loves how quickly you get so shy and silent, actually behaving towards him.

-It's really interesting, how far you both can push this situation..

-"Maybe you have other deep desires that you want me to do?" - Sasara changed his position and got down on one knee, pushing it in your chest now. His bright gold eyes are so close, almost hypnotic. - "Don't get so shy now, kitten. I want to see what is hiding behind these innocent eyes of yours.."

-There's nothing more charming than your boyfriend with such a low incisive tone, as ordering you to get on bed.. Tonight's gonna be long and rough..

-Poor boy, he has no idea how to react to such an offer. Is this a bad joke or something??

-Probably never did something like that before. Hell, he never thinks about this, actually..! Even friendship with a man like Rei didn't change his kinda naive and pure behavior.

-"O..okay.. I will.. I will step on you, but only once, good?" - Rosho let out a trembling sigh, still really nervous and confused. - "If it would hurt, tell me immediately, okay?"

-If you would take a right moment and ask him about this after a long harsh day at work, teasing him about unbending a little, then.. he wouldn't mind to take such a great opportunity for him to show you a lesson to not tease him.

-For Rosho, sex is more about passion and mutual pleasure than about showing dominance and controlling his partner.. But, again, if you catch him too tired and frustrated he would probably be willing to relieve his stress in such a way.

-Light uncertain step on your chest as your lover still doesn't really understand what he's doing.. Yet you look like you are really enjoying yourself, so maybe he can push a little bit more? Moving his leg a little up and down, shifting the weight of his step on your body, as Rosho carefully watches your face and hears all these little sounds you make.

-"You have such an excited expression for someone who has been stepped on.." - Rosho scoffs, then a slight smirk plays on his lips. - "So tell me, how long have you fantasized about me being rough with you?"

-He would still act like he's doing all of this just at your request, yet he can't help but feel slight movements in his pants. Who would have thought your peaceful, collected boyfriend would actually enjoy that little foreplay too?

-Despite he's always so soft and he treats you so well, Rosho does have a more rough side. He does know how to raise his voice and makes it stronger when he has to talk with some unruly students in class, so why don't he try to be more domineering with you too?

-Especially if you keep squirming like that underneath him, biting your lips with such expressions.. Just when he got a real taste for it now?

-"If you want me to continue, then behave properly, understand?" - this sudden sharp tone and steady gaze makes you whimper, sending chills down your spine. - "Stop squirming and just let me do what you asked for, dear.."

-Now, as he gets a little carried away, he would probably be more playful and teasing in bed too, trying to find more ways to make you embarrassed. Well, but you wished for this, didn't you?

-The best in this, as he always prefers to be dominating not only in bed but in the whole relationship with you and knows many ways to show this..

-So of course he's the one who suggested this thing yet he loves it when you ask or even beg a little about him stepping on you.

-"You wanted to be treated like this so badly?" - low chuckle ring in your ears as Rei leaning down with a dark smug expression in his eyes. - "Okay, I will show you your place.. Now, on your knees.."

-He prefers to show his dominance in a more playful way, as he doesn't feel like he should prove it, it goes without saying.. Yet in such moments your lover would be more harsh, his voice more gruff and lower than usual as he actually ordered you to obey.

-It's more than just a quick little step, as this old man does enjoy this no less than you. The way you kneel down in front of him is such a precious picture..

-Don't even try to turn your head away or look at the floor, Rei will make you look up at his grinning face with the tip of his boot.. Before stepping on your shoulder, pushing it so you would fall down more.. He wants to see your face at this moment.

-Know how to look at you, where and how to step, and with what force, so your chest or stomach wouldn't crash under his weight. And of course he knows what to say.

-"Oh? Birdie, you at least can try to hide how much you enjoy this.." - Rei chuckles, his prolonged eye contact makes your whole body tingle. - "Was that really enough for you to get so excited?"

-Absolutely adore the way you look underneath him, his eyes fixed on your face, enjoying every bit of your emotions. Such a cute little blush mixed with this pathetic gaze.. He wouldn't mind doing this more often, honestly, just for you.

-Especially if you're a bratty one. Would absolutely mock you about being so unruly yet melting like this after one step. Maybe he should implement this as a new way to teach you how to behave?

-"Mm.. I think you amuse me enough with this today.." - his cocky smile gets wider as Rei bites his lip. - "Stand up and get in bed, now. It's time for me to also have some fun.."

-Would be rougher than usual, keeping this pitiless behavior for the whole evening. Just so you wouldn't loosen up too much. Don't forget, this relationship is play with fire, so Rei do need to scorch you like this sometimes..

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kirk-says-wah · 2 months

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𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟖

Pairings: Kirk/Lars, James/Dave

Tw: torture, murder, blood, gore, violence, kidnapping, drugging, cannibalism

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James should call Cliff.

It’s a good idea. It’s probably a good idea.

He waits anyway, though he’s unsure why.

Maybe because he doesn’t want to believe his friends are involved with this? He doesn’t know how, but he knows they know something. It’s like Lars was just emanating doubt and deceit, and that’s something James hasn’t seen in him since they were at school.

Lars always had a way with words, and he always seemed to be able to keep the bullies away, especially from Kirk. James isn’t sure how he did it when he was such a scrawny dude, but the jocks used to practically run from him. And then, he always used to have that look on his face, the same one he had when he’d told James about seeing Dave.

Smug.

He knows something.

James thinks it’s probably a good idea to go back to the bar, but he’s not sure if they’re gonna tell him anything different. He could maybe persuade them to show him the cctv, but he doubts it. He’s not the police and he’s not pretending to be. And besides, if it just shows Dave leaving with Kirk and Lars like the bartender said, then he knows that he was put into a cab.

Still, it leaves his stomach unsettled, and instead he goes back home to try and sleep it off.

It’s not until the next day that he comes up with an idea.

He’s never met Lars and Kirk’s neighbours, so when he knocks on their door he’s surprised to see an elderly woman, a yellow shirt with white hair pinned up, glasses framing her frail face.

She frowns at him, asks him what he’s selling.

“I err…- I was wondering if you’ve seen anything suspicious lately.”

She squints at him, readjusts the glasses on her nose.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, rubbing at his neck. “Like- have you seen your neighbours come home with anyone lately?”

The woman scoffs, crossing shaky arms.

“Those boys next door have a revolving door of men. They’re always bringing someone home.”

James’s stomach drops, and he swallows.

“Oh yeah?” he says, though the humour is lost in his voice.

“I just don’t understand threesomes,” she says, clucking her tongue. “I guess I was just hoping they would’ve settled on someone by now.”

James gives an empty laugh, instead shrugging out his phone from his pocket, bringing up a picture of Dave.

“Have you seen him with them?”

The woman leans forwards, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the picture.

“I don’t know, dear. They’ve had a lot of long haired ones come over lately.”

Long haired? James thinks back to the flyers Cliff was pinning up, a young man with long wavy hair.

Huh.

He wonders if Kirk and Lars have anything to do with him too.

It’s probably nothing. Kirk and Lars have always been adventurous when it comes to sex, even James knows that. Lars always talks about Kirk being a freak in the sheets, so them bringing in a third into their shenanigans doesn’t seem incomprehensible.

He nods at the woman, pocketing his phone, thanking her for her time as he walks away, a pit forming in his stomach.

He should really call Cliff. But still a part of him wants to believe there’s nothing sinister going on here, so he doesn’t, at least not yet.

He sits in his car for a while, contemplating what to do next. He hopes to god nothing bad has happened to Dave. Maybe he’s staying with family or something. Dave’s never really been open about his relatives, but James can’t 100% say that Dave wouldn’t go visit them. It would be strange but not impossible.

He sighs, resting his head against the steering wheel. What he’s about to do next, he’s unsure whether he’s pushing his luck, but he wants more answers before he rings Cliff.

He wants more answers before he admits to his friends being involved with Dave’s disappearance.

— —

Dave is screaming around the gag, jaw clenched as Lars pushes a power drill into his shoulder, the bone cracking and fragmenting, when the door bell rings.

Lars doesn’t stop though, continues to press on the drill until it punctures through to the other side. Dave’s practically vibrating with pain, face bright red as tears stain his cheeks, and Kirk just watches, unsure whether to leave Lars to get the door.

The doorbell rings again. Lars continues on, drilling another hole into Dave’s shoulder next to the other one. Dave’s head is thrown back, panting and thrashing around as much as he can until finally Lars lets up, turning the drill off with a shout.

“For fucks sake.”

He tosses the drill to the floor, sticky, bloodied hands making their way into his hair. Dave is still whimpering, though it sounds mostly involuntary.

Kirk swallows, watching Lars a little warily.

“Do you want me to get that?”

Lars glares at him, abruptly taking a step towards him, hands balled into fists.

“You don’t say a word, got it?” he sneers, dangerously close to Kirk’s face.

Kirk jerks his head in a nod, tries not to show how Lars is starting to scare him.

“Of course. I’m not gonna give us away.”

Lars hands bundle into the front of Kirk’s shirt, pulling their bodies together with a smack, his breath hot on Kirk’s cheeks.

“You better not,” he mutters before he presses a rough kiss to Kirk’s lips. It catches Kirk by surprise but he tries to reciprocate, though Lars is mostly overpowering, a hand coming up to clamp around Kirk’s jaw.

“Go sort it out. I’ll shut him up.”

His voice is sweet, but the grip around Kirk’s chin has Kirk trying to take a step back. He knows Lars is just worked up because he wants to kill Dave already, but he’s never liked it when Lars has manhandled him, and this is no different. Has him feeling humiliated and queasy.

Lars pecks another kiss to his lips, lighter this time, before pulling away.

Kirk takes a moment to regain his footing before he finally moves, hurrying up the stairs to change his shirt and wash his hands.

He doesn’t know how he does it so quickly, probably from practice, but soon enough he’s unlocking the front door in record time.

James is stood on the doorstep, rocking on his heels, looking impatient.

“What took you so long?” he says, jaw set and eyebrows pinched.

“Sorry,” Kirk mumbles, unsure of what else to say as he steps to the side, letting James in.

“Look, I’m a bit busy at the minute so how long do you think you’re gonna be?” he asks, even though he knows it’s sounds insensitive. He just doesn’t want to leave Lars alone with Dave for too long when he’s in such a volatile state.

“Yeah, you’ve been busy a lot lately, haven’t you?” James says, sinking onto the couch.

“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” Kirk shoots back, though it sounds a little shaky. He doesn’t sit down, too anxious.

“Nothing,” James waves off, before pulling out his phone. “Have you seen him before?”

Kirk frowns, looking down at a picture of Dave. He looks happy, smiling with a beer in his hand, just like he’d looked the night they’d picked him up; healthy and perfect.

Kirk swallows, tries to hide the familiarity.

“Maybe,” he says, thinking back to what Lars told him he’d said to James. “I think we might have put him in a taxi.”

James nods, though he keeps the phone in Kirk’s view, taunting him.

“So you didn’t bring him back here?”

Kirk tries not to react, panic short circuiting his brain as he tries to breathe as he realises James is on to them.

James is on to them.

He takes in a shaky breath.

“Why the fuck would I do that?” he asks, tries to sound nonchalant.

“Maybe because you and Lars have been bringing men home lately.”

Shit. Shit shit shit.

The alarm rises in Kirk’s gut, and he crosses his arms, tries not to show how much he’s starting to shake. This can’t be real, James can’t know what’s going on. He can’t. Kirk doesn’t know what to say to send him off their trail though. He’s never been a very good liar, Lars has always been the one with a plan, the one with a facade.

“So we like having threesomes, so what?” he says, spitting it like it’ll cover up the panic. “Not everyone’s a prude like you, James.”

“I’m not a prude,” James retorts, standing up

On closer inspection, he looks like he hasn’t slept in days, hair unbrushed and facial hair not as shaped as it usually is. He looks intimidating, something Kirk’s never felt around James. They’ve been best friends for most of his life, and never has James scared him. Maybe it’s the prospect of James finding out that scares him more.

“I just think it’s weird,” James says, crossing his arms, mirroring Kirk.

“Yeah well I don’t have to justify myself,” Kirk hits back, scratching at his arm. “I don’t understand why you’ve come here just to throw it in my face.”

“I just think it’s weird,” James repeats, and Kirk rolls his eyes, turns his back, tries to regain himself. He can’t give himself away, Lars might kill him. No, screw that. Lars will kill him.

He takes a deep breath before finally turning back to James.

“Y’know fuck you,” he spits, jamming a pointy finger at James’s chest. “You don’t get to come into my house and start judging me for my choices.”

James just stares back at him, expressionless, before he sighs, deflating.

“You know what? You’re right,” he says, looking down, away. “I’m sorry.”

Well, that was easy. Kirk can feel his anxiety start to settle, and he shrugs.

“It’s whatever, man,” he says. “I’ve got stuff to do.”

James nods, finally looking back up at him. He’s got a foreign look on his face, and Kirk’s anxiety rises back to the surface.

“Yeah I’m going. I’ll see you later,” James says, voice oddly hollow as he brushes past Kirk before finally leaving, shutting the door behind him.

Shit.

Kirk runs a hand through his hair, his heart hammering against his chest. He can only trust that he threw James off their scent, otherwise this could get ugly.

A sound from the basement gets his attention.

He just wants to kill Dave already, bury the body. At least then he won’t feel so guilty when he speaks to James. But he knows he and Lars need the money, and keeping Dave alive a bit longer is the only way to do that.

He can’t help but think things are turning sour though. Not only is James on their ass, but it’s putting a strain on his and Lars’s relationship.

Dave’s words from the other night keep spinning around Kirk’s head, and he can’t help but think that maybe Dave is right. Maybe Lars is using him.

He brushes it off with a choked sob, pushing the heels of his palms into his eye sockets.

No, Lars loves him. He knows he does. They’ve been together forever, and Lars has always stuck by his side through everything.

So why does he feel like Lars will stab him in the back if he gets the chance?

He brushes away the tears with his fingers, takes a deep breath. He can’t go down there crying, Lars will know something’s wrong.

He clears his throat, blinking away the wetness from his eyes.

He just needs to kill Dave and this will be over.

— —

“Hi Cliff? It’s James from the bar. I think I’ve got something.”

He has a plan. A stupid plan but a plan nonetheless. He peeks at Kirk and Lars’s house from over his steering wheel.

“Shoot. Tell me what you’ve got.”

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celestie0 · 2 months

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ok i thought i would like kai and god how wrong i was ahhaha

when that thing with soccer ball happened i thought that satoru tried to intentionally kick it in kai’s face to create some distance between them💀 him being jealous and overprotective the whole chapter was so hot omg how do u make him so hot.

i really don’t understand what kai’s goal was with that whole “interview”?? i mean i do but couldn’t he just tell her directly hey you’re just going to need to suck someone off if u want to succeed and not have her go through all of that and embarrass her?? or was the embarrassment the point?? also can we talk about how scary it is to go to a bar with 3 men that are basically strangers and shady asf, like i knew something was going to happen the moment that guy made a remark “you’re going to learn so much under him”. if i were her i would have went with satoru after he had pulled her over lolz but u can see how angry she was at him that she decided to ignore the red flags just to spite him

and the end with satoru saying that he’s going to help her and that she’s enough really shows the difference between him and kai. i hope the last 3 chapters are full of fluffff cause our girl has been going through itttt but i also hope she does make him beg and grovel just because of how bipolar he has been acting.

overall great chapter and definitely worth the wait!!!

omg dear reader i love how fkn real u keep it always 😭🤣 AND THE LENGTH of ur asks im always so sobbed to see it 😭💕 thank u for taking the time

OMG pls tbvh i thought of that being the case (gojo kicking ball to kai) but changed my mind in the end loool but nah he was just distracted seein them tgthr. and aaa yea he was in overprotective mode this whole chap he just cant help getting involved w her 😭😭

yea i thought a lot ab kai’s motives in this chapter. he clearly likes/was attracted to her since the beginning, but when she rejected his kiss, he realized there’s not rly much to be built there (or in his mind she doesn’t “put out” easy 🙄),, so she lost favor w him and he pretended to look out for her just to be spiteful after that. i guess i liken it to guys that are only nice to girls if they’re attracted to them and/or provide them w something like sex or attention. i think in ch8 he was genuinely looking out for her (albeit not very compassionately), but after she rejected his kiss, he was like meh idc to be careful ab this anymore. but also, i think he himself didnt realize that she is pretty capable and actually has a decent resume/shot at the dreams he gave up on, so the more he learned ab it, the more insecure he became ab his own goals and also her rejection of him, and then bam he felt compelled to embarrass her (grade A asshole). but also, he got her hopes up w a decent sounding job, just to crush em, which he knew would add to the pain

and yea i think her red flag radar was goin off the whole time w kai and her friends but mannn i think she just was rly desperate given everything going on 😔 and yea i mean satoru was always gonna keep an eye on her for sure regardless, but she was angry w him, he was hurt by her, just not a good environment for mutual support and care to occur lmfao. ur so right tho that wld be such a terrifying situation to get yourself into

and i knowwwww reader went thru so fkn much this chapter i felt so bad 😭 but yeah there will probs be more than three chapters haha cuz i have a lot more stuff to cover, but it’s def satoru’s turn to obsessively pine over her lmao.

THANK YOU DEAR FOR THE ASK IM SORRY FOR MATCHING IT W AN EVEN LONGER ONE but your comments just spark sm of my thinking cells haha. hope to see you in the next one <333 💕💕💕

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winderlylandchime · 7 months

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I am here with the mans theories for s5! He did say during his presentation that it is a work in progress and it will for sure keep changing because the LA offer fucked everything up for him. Btw in case you were wondering, he ambushed me in the early morning right as I woke up. He was waiting by my door so when i opened it all i saw was him smiling at me, i swear he us losing his mind. Anyway the theories are (in no particular order): -‘IF Justin goes to LA, Brian goes with him. Or we get like a week time jump and they leave for LA together’ -‘Better yet, Justin doesn’t leave at all because i get its a big deal for his future BUT I personally hate it and my feelings matter more so…’ - ‘I don’t trust that Connor actor. What if he’s gonna be like Ethan or something? I will fucking die’ - ‘Brian will now for SURE say I love you. I’m thinking Blondie drops the la news and maybe Brian realizes how big his love is and how stupid he is so he tells him. Like maybe chases him in the airport or goes after him to LA cause thats less cringey and I know Bri would rather cut his leg off than chase someone through an airport’ - ‘So basically they move in together and Brian confesses his love for him and they live happily ever after’ - ‘ohhhh Brian is his date to the Rage premiere! That’s gonna be fun! I know he’s gonna be so proud of his sunshine’ - ‘i still want Jen and Brian being best friends episode! Like when they looked for his office but more. Also where the fuck is my girl Daphne? Imagine Daph and Bri talking shit about LA’ -‘you know what? Throw in Hunter as well. Give me uncle/nephew episode again’ - ‘okay so Brian asked him to move in. I WANT THEM DECORATING SHIT! or furniture shopping or some domestic shit like that. Or Brian comes home to bunch of art stuff everywhere! But he doesn’t get mad because he’s a big boy in love now’ - ‘i cant decide how he will tell him that he loves him. Maybe at a dinner or maybe at a diner, Blondie does something dumb and he says it while laughing or something OR what if when they’re having sex Bri goes “you know I love you, right?” Something cute like that and Blondie will be all excited like ‘oh took you long enough also likewise’’ - ‘i cant decide on the big finale. I love you cant be it since there’s others in the show too unfortunately so i guess they matter too. But it has to be something big and nice and sweet, to wrap it all up nicely with a bow, ya know? OHHH KINDA LIKE SEASON 3 FINALE! With all of them cute and happy and in love and carefree and living their best lives together and Brian and Justin are finally together happy since Bri is now a big boy in love not scared to admit it’ - ‘also what is going on with the cancer? Is it gone? Is it still there? He had that whole awakening cause of it so cancer has to still play a big role. I want more of that even tho it hurts me but I think that’s gonna really make Brian even more different in a good way.’ -‘you know what i want? Brian and Justin all happy and in love with Gus! And they bump into Brians mom HA! Show her how great he’s doing’ I’m not gonna lie, my heart kind of broke for him when he was reading me his list for what he thinks about s5. Because he was so excited when he talked about the happy ending. I’m talking big smiles and giving examples about how the ep could end with a camera looking through different windows and it’s Britin and Gus together or maybe theyre celebrating Christmas or a birthday and everyone is together all happy and Britin is kissing and it ends with Brian saying i love you to Justin. AND IT ACTUALLY PHYSICALLY HURT ME HEARING THAT AND KNOWING THE HORRIBLE TRUTH! i feel like a mother now wanting to protect her baby from the bad world. What have I done? He is going to be heartbroken the second he puts on s5.

Oh my god. Dear sweet anon, I am worried for your brother's well-being. He is making QAF into some christmas movie rom com where there's going to be a happy montage at the end and... well that's not how this is going to go. I don't know whether we warn him or whether that's unfair because none of us were warned. (No kidding, once a year my facebook memories remind me that I was VERY EXCITED to watch QAF S5.)

This is going to be a complete and utter emotional breakdown, I fear. Just remind him that it is accepted as canon (from CowLip) that the ending never meant to imply that Brian and Justin are broken up.

And that it is a good thing to care so much about something that it Makes You Feel Things. Even if those feelings at the time are Very Unpleasant. And that those Very Unpleasant Feelings build community in fandom. But, yeah, art that makes you feel... that's the whole point, isn't it? I honestly don't know that we would still have a qaf fandom to this day if the ending had been unambiguously happy.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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