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beatteez · 8 months

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princess - j.yh

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boyfriend!yunho x afab!reader

genre: smut 18+, fluff at beginning and end a/n: it is 1am and i cant stop thinking about yunho so i've made this. ignore if its bad not gonna edit this till later !!! also its a bit long, sorry not

warnings: teasing, slightly rough sex?? unprotected sex (never a good idea) oral (f receiving) softdom!yunho, sub!reader big dick yunho

you and yunho laid on your couch watching movies as you do after school. its a cute little so called tradition you have together before having to go to your night class, which you share together.

the soothing silence between you two as the movie plays in the background causes your eyes to struggle to stay open. your head on yunho's thigh as his fingers gently run soothing circles on your scalp.

"tired?" he questions smoothing down your hair.

you mumble something that sounded like a yes in response "wake me up...for classes.." you trailed off feeling too tired and lazy to say much.

his soft giggle fills your ears "will do princess, rest up" his fingers circle on your scalp again lulling you to sleep.

the bell rings for class to end, all thats filling your mind is the way yunho was subtly touching you the entirety of class. the test review was not a top priority in your mind at the moment.

"yuyu"

"hmm?" he looks over at you a smirk stuck on his face knowing how he's got you flustered and hot "what is it princess?"

"you're being a fucking tease" you whine out grabbing onto his arm as you both walked into the direction of your homes. lucky you two didn't live far from each other, just a two minute walk down the street.

"and how might i be doing that" he questions. your eyes narrow at him and he chuckles "was it me touching you in class..my apologies your majesty" he steps in front of you bowing.

"you piss me off" now both of your laughs filled the empty street you walked down. you walked towards him forcing your hand into his much larger hand.

"want to come over tonight" he ask spinning you around.

"i have to think about it...yes" he smiles at you and puts his arm around you as you walk towards his house passing yours on the way.

"i just need you to be quiet, my parents are sleeping" he says unlocking the door holding it open for you. you nod walking in, heading towards his room and he follows behind you after locking the door.

"can i borrow something to wear" you look at him as he walks in softly shutting the door.

"i dont know can you?" he places his hand on your hips pulling you flush against him "anything specific you want" his eyebrow raises as your eyes dart to the sweatshirt he was wearing. "no"

"pleasee" you begged.

"babe..i just bought this, you cant take it yet"

"but it would look so good on me, just imagine" you wave your hand in front of his face.

"no" he says kissing your forehead. you let out a groan going to sit on his slightly raised up bed, struggling a little. you feel yunho's hand pushing up on your butt to help you.

"i hate your bed" you mumble out as he stands in front of you in between your legs. his fingers running along your thighs.

"is that so?" his eyebrow lifts again "should i get a little stool for my princess?"

your eyes roll annoyed at his teasing.

"you have been teasing me all day yunho" you look down at his fingers, they have been inching closer to your core by the second.

"i don't know what you're talking about" he mumbles, his hands pushing up your skirt then running up your torso gently pushing you to lay back. you lean back on your elbows, bringing your legs to sit on his shoulders.

he kisses your leg sliding your shoe off, repeating that on the other leg. his kisses migrate up towards where you want him the most.

his fingers pushing against your clothed clit, a soft groan is heard from him as you lean your head back.

"you're so wet already" he rubs small circles over you pantie clad clit.

"because you teased me all night.." a soft moan falls from your lips followed by a whine, wanting more. his fingers barley touching you because of the panties you had on.

he ignored your comment and hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties pulling them off slowly, your slick sticking to the panties.

"fuck" he groaned, pulling them off at a faster pace. his fingers rubs against your clit before he drags them down slowly inserting them into your soaking pussy.

you move your elbows from under you and lay down fully on the bed more soft moans falling from your lips as he slowly pulls them out and then slowly pushes them back in.

"y-yunho, please, you've been teasing all day, just make me feel good" you whine wanting more from your boyfriend.

his eyes meet yours and he chuckles "whatever you say princess" his face comes down, lips connecting to your clit instantly. your hand comes up to cover your mouth, remembering his parents are in the room next to you sleeping.

the feeling of his tongue lapping at your pussy is making your thigh close around his head. he chuckles against your clit sending a subtle vibration through you.

"shit yunho" you whimper as your hands reach down placing them on his head as he sucks at your clit again harshly, his fingers still working inside of you.

the thought of his parents hearing you like this is making this experience better than normal. you and yunho usually try to avoid doing anything when people could have a chance to hear you two for both of your comfort.

your pussy clenches around his fingers, his lips parting from you.

"close already?" he smirks, his fingers pushing deeper, earning a whimper from you as you nod looking up at him. he pulls his fingers out of you slowly, your pussy clenching around nothing from the sudden emptiness.

"baby.." a whine escapes from you. he shh's you undoing his pants.

"want you cumming around my cock" he says pulling you towards him, helping you off the bed. you start to get down on your knees to help him some but he grabs your arm gently.

he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, kissing you softly and lovingly. your arms wrap around his neck gently, his hands landing on your ass roughly. you whimper into the kiss, your hand reaching down wrapping around his cock.

he pulls away slowly a soft moan falling from his lips as you move your hand up and down along his cock.

"you drive me crazy" he whispers kissing you again turning you around and bending your upper body down over his desk.

you look back at him and see him jerking his cock a few times before lining up with your entrance.

he slides in, the new full feeling making your legs want to give out. you put your head into the crook of your elbow supporting your body against the desk. the stretch always feels like its your first time again from how big he was.

he groans gripping onto your hips, his nails likely going to leave little crescents in your skin. he bottoms out and holds still for a second. you pull your hips away wanting him to move but his hands hold you still.

"dont move, you feel too good.. dont want to finish that soon" he chuckles. after a few seconds he pulls out slowly moving his hips a slow steady rhythm.

your soft moans are muffled by your arm, yunho's groans quiet enough to not draw attention.

his hips speed up and you clench around him sucking him in.

"just like that princess, fuck, you aways take me so well" his hands slide up your stomach pulling you back against him. he leans down kissing against your neck as his hands travel up more pulling your bra down, pinching your nipples between his thumb and index finger.

you moan a bit too loud and one of his hands come up around your neck, squeezing gently. it surprisingly muffling any noise you made from the lack of air.

"baby.. im gonna.." your hand met his hand that was messing with your tits, dragging it down to your throbbing clit. "please" you whimper.

"anything for my princess" he says in a deep tone. his fingers rubbing quick circles around your clit as his thrust speed up.

you could tell his release was nearing from the urgency in his thrust. your moans became more needy, your pussy clenching around him. he bends you back down over the desk.

"come on, cum for me princess, feel good just like you wanted"

you felt the pleasure take over your body, your legs getting weak, his thrust in you sending you into overstimulation.

incoherent whines fall from your lips. you feel him pull out, then feel warm liquid land on your ass. yunho's groans filling your ears.

he leans over your body "did i please my princess?" he questions chuckling.

you turn around to face him nodding, face red, little sweat beads on your forehead.

"come on, lets go shower" he whispers kissing your temples.

you pull on his arm looking up at him.

"hmm?" he turns back towards you looking down at you "whats wrong baby"

"i love you"

"i love you too princess"

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sp0o0kylights · 10 months

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Steve and Gareth as Cousins, no longer a warm-up and now called Lifelines, part three! I’ll throw it up on A03 when I finish the fourth part.

Prior parts can be read here: Part One / Part Two

First things first, the most amazing @ sereinpetrichor managed to track down the OG Twitter thread this runaway train is based off of!

It was this thread by @gatorthots, the Tumblr version of which can be read, here. All blame for this idea firmly rests on their brilliant, plot bunny inducing shoulders.

The other, follow up thread I mentioned was this one by Silas, whose tumblr name I do not know.

As always and forever, shout out to the most amazing @chalkysgarbagefire who helps me edit/plot/pats my head while I’m crying in their inbox bc the words aren’t wording right.

Warnings: Steve and Robin are canon (S3) drugged. I took a slightly (kinda sorta) more realistic approach. Vomit mention, canon threat of violence/guns (the Russian guards) Mention of pantsing/past bullying, Steve and Robin’s drugged asses not understanding personal space, Dustin’s canon...Im gonna go with assholishness? but like, I think its more than he’s a young kid and doesn't quite have the emotional growth/awareness yet in this kind of insane situation to know how to react to the whole address/torture bit (really who does)/its a defense mechanism--and Gareth sort of has a panic attack.

Whatever the hell they had been drugged with, Steve and Robin went from 'giggly happy fun time' to 'vomiting into toilet bowls while loudly wishing for death’ awfully fast.

Gareth was not an expert on drugs. He knew Eddie wasn't either (the guy never dealt anything stronger than your average psychedelic--had some agreement with his Uncle about only selling "the 70s basics") and repeated looks towards him proved Eddie was still trying to figure out what Steve and Robin were on.

Answers hadn't exactly been forthcoming--Eddie's gently made attempts at ferreting out information had only caused more confusion.

Like why the two of them were so freaked out about a gate, or what had made Robin gasp, and then laugh so hard she cried when Steve had made a particularly rough noise then muttered; "Even that sounds better than Tammy Thompson."

Either way, Gareth was mostly trying to figure out what the hell they were going to do, because sobering up in a busy, public mall wasn't exactly the best idea.

"I regret," Robin tried to say, in-between gagging. "I regret--hrk--"

"Me too." Steve moaned, head resting against the stall wall. Gareth, still caught up in panic, had been permanently regulated to door guard while Eddie alternated between sweet talking, rubbing backs and offering quietly whispered advice.

"Let's go back in time and ignore the whole silver cat thing." Robin continued, slumping back down onto the floor.

"Wouldn't have mattered." Steve muttered. "Dustin would have figured it out without us. Kid’s too damn smart."

"So?" Robin grumbled, quietly thanking Eddie as he once again brushed her hair out of her face.

"So he would have gone down there anyway, which means I'd be down there anyway." Steve concluded. "We shouldn't have gotten you involved though."

He shakily pushed himself up, staggering to his feet and looking like bambi on ice while doing it.

Eddie quickly came round to offer his help, hands spread as Steve groaned out a curse and clutched his head.

The older took a step forward right as Steve lurched back, unbalanced and shaky.

"Oh shit." He said, eyes wide as he crashed backwards into Eddie, the latter catching him with a grunt.

Despite the entire situation, Gareth found himself stifling a laugh as Eddie wrapped his noodle arms around Steve's chest, trying to hold the other up without falling himself.

"Come on big boy, why don't we just siiiit back down." Eddie said, slightly breathless as he helped guide Steve back to the floor. "There we go…"

They did so outside the bathroom stall, Eddie sinking into a kneel as Steve sort of flopped down on top of him.

Blinked a few times, like the drop had rattled what little sense he’d managed to recover in the last few minutes.

A pleased noise came out of his cousin's throat, and holy shit was Gareth going to have blackmail for life, because rather than vacate Eddie's lap, Steve just turned around in it.

Reached up with one finger outstretched and proved himself to be very much still under the influence as he touched Eddie's nose.

"Boop!" He said, and then giggled as Eddie dropped onto his ass in surprise.

Gareth watched Robin as she took the whole thing in, from Steve's snickers to Eddie's shocked expression, eyes growing wide in excitement.

He failed entirely to cover his own amusement when Eddie abruptly found himself with two sailors invading his personal space, each taking turns to boop his nose.

“Uh.” He managed to get out, blinking rapidly and at a loss for words. “Ah.”

Steve caught the metalhead’s awkward, red-faced expression and proceeded to drop his head to Eddie's shoulder, muffling his laughter against the man's vest.

The helpless look his best friend sent him was one Gareth would remember for a long time.

“O-kay.” Eddie said, frazzled, as Steve recovered far too quickly, turning to rest his cheek against a slim shoulder as he walked two fingers up Eddie’s battle vest and towards his hair. Likewise, Robin had discovered Eddie’s wallet chain, and had begun fiddling with it.

One finger curled around a strand of brown hair and Eddie jerked his head, removing the tempting piece away from Steve’s hands.

“I know you’re used to getting whatever you want, your highness.” He said, his own hand smacking against his waist before Robin figured out the other end of his chain ended in a handcuff, “But you of all people should know the hair is off limits.”

Completely undeterred, Steve just gave him a loose, easy grin. “It’s so pretty though.” He complained, fluttering his eyelashes in a blatant attempt to try and turn on the ol’ Harrington charm. “You can touch mine if you want.”

Yeah, Gareth’s blackmail was getting better by the second.

He might even get a new piece for his drum kit out of it, if this kept up.

Free weed too, considering Eddie’s blush was now fire-engine red.

“Man,” Eddie said in a clear bid to deflect the entire situation (and Steve’s fingers) away from his hair, “the last time someone called me pretty was right before I got pantsed—-is Tommy H hiding in one of the stalls again?”

Steve picked his head up, confusion crashing down his face.

“Did he do that?” He asked.

Then, with growing horror; “Do you think I’d do that?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that your whole little court’s M.O.?”

Steve sucked in a breath, looking downright hurt. "I wouldn’t do that." He insisted, eyes wheeling from Eddie to Gareth and back, as though hoping Gareth would back him up.

“I’m not--I’m not friends with Tommy anymore.” Steve continued, voice growing smaller as he spoke. “I’m not friends with anybody anymore, except maybe Dustin.”

It sounded so defeated; trodden on and subdued that Gareth stepped forward automatically, to do--something.

Provide the fucking comfort his cousin was oft denied and hug the guy.

As always, it turned out to be the wrong move.

"Oh thank god." A kid said, seconds after bulldozing through the main door and nearly bowling Gareth over in the process. "I found them!" He shouted over his shoulder as swept into the room.

“Speak of the devil.” Steve said flatly, and even drugged, he managed to pull himself back together from distressed to stoic in mere seconds.

The curly-haired kid--Dustin apparently--stormed right up to the pile of humans splayed on the floor, hands on his hips. "What the hell. We told you two to stay put!"

Steve rolled his eyes as Robin booed him.

“Have you forgotten what’s happening? Or how we’re kinda in a Red Dawn situation?” Dustin continued, looking like he’d just escaped from a summer camp.

The kid even had a walkie talkie clutched in one hand, of all things.

“We know.” Steve and Robin deadpanned at once, before looking at each other; Steve pointing a finger towards Robin and Robin pointing one back.

This caused the kids to trade their own long suffering, “can you believe this shit” faces.

"We need to go, and the only way we’re gonna get out of here unnoticed is if we blend in with the crowd." Dustin said impatiently. “Now come on Steve, get up already, you've had worse.”

"I really don't think I have." Steve muttered, but moved to push himself to his feet anyway.

Eddie beat him to it, and he and Gareth both hovered nearby in case Steve was still unsteady.

Thankfully, the kids' presence seemed to sober up Robin and Steve both.

Not actually sober, that wasn't how drugs worked, but whatever was left of the fun was sucked right out of the bathroom, replaced by two teenagers who were sort of functional on whatever they'd been drugged with.

Stress and adrenaline, Gareth knew, could overcome a lot of things. Including Russian "truth serum" apparently.

“Yeah well you're lucky you got found by these guys and not anyone else. " Dustin continued pointedly, before turning his attention towards Gareth and Eddie both. "Thanks for watching our friends, but we've got them from here."

Gareth made a sort of unhinged, disbelieving noise.

“No, no you do not.” He declared, anxiety clawing at his gut at the mere thought of abandoning Steve to two children.

"I don't think you heard him." The girl stepped forward, braids swinging about her face as she lifted her chin and nailed him with a cold glare.

As if this entire situation couldn’t possibly get weirder, Gareth suddenly realized she had a helmet in her hands and knee pads on.

"He said we got this. So scram." She flicked her fingers out in a dismissive sort of "shoo" gesture.

"And leave my drugged cousin with his new girlfriend behind!?" Gareth challenged right back, emotions far too raw and frayed to care he was snarling at a little girl. "I don’t think so!”

"Cousin!?" Dustin bit out, sounding almost betrayed for some reason, at the same time Robin who'd been climbing to her feet with Eddie’s help, shouted; "I am not his girlfriend!"

Steve, clearly unwilling to entertain whatever fight was brewing, clapped his hands together.

"Yes cousin, Dustin. It's a type of family member." Steve said, after they all flinched and looked to him. He at least looked steadier on his feet this time, though Gareth still lingered nearby in case he took a wrong step.

"I know what a cousin is, Steve!" Dustin shot back.

“Then why are you acting like a lunatic?” Steve complained, and Gareth got to watch in real time as Steve pulled on the persona he often wore in high school down around him. “You said it yourself, we don’t have a lot of time. Worse, I don't know if anyone saw Gareth and Munson here with us.”

He jerked a thumb sideways in Eddie’s direction, not that anyone couldn’t figure out who “Munson” was.

“They stay with us until we’re out of this mall.” Steve finished, before he started towards the door.

One step he was Gareth’s cousin, drugged and vulnerable because of it.

The next he stood taller, talked smoother, took charge with an aurora that said he expected everyone to listen to him.

It was fake as hell, but it worked.

“I know you’ve got a plan Dustin, so spill it.” He commanded as he walked.

Dustin, despite all the squawking, did just that.

xXx

Of all the things Gareth had expected to see upon escorting their little ragtag crew out of the bathroom, groups of intimidating, mean looking assholes wasn’t on the list.

He found himself repeatedly nudging Eddie in the ribs, unable to take his eyes off what was clearly a checkpoint as he staggered to a halt.

It was one thing to be told people were after Steve and the “Scoop’s Troop” As Robin had jokingly named them.

It was another entirely to see the security guard directly in front of him look over a woman’s ID before apologizing to her, a sleazy grin matching his oily pony-tail as he waved her on.

They really were looking for someone.

Not someone, Gareth realized in dawning horror.

Them.

Robin apparently, came to the same conclusion seconds later, because she snatched Steve and Dustin’s arms both, hauling them backwards.

“Argue about Dustin’s address later, we need to find a different way out.” She hissed quietly as she tried to slowly reversed direction, movements still a bit sloppy.

She might have even gotten away with it, had Sleazy Pony-Tail not turned and made eye contact with Gareth right after she spoke.

His eyes swept over him, then to the rest of the group, freezing like a cat that had spotted its prey.

“Abort, abort!” Dustin sputtered, wheeling about on his heel.

Erica, whose name Gareth had learned when she kicked him in the shin after he asked why an actual infant was running around with Steve and Robin, pointed towards the escalators before she beelined over to it, ducking into the center and riding it down like a slide.

Something Eddied was downright delighted to copy.

Gareth might have enjoyed it himself, had he not been looking over his shoulder to see not one, not two, but four security guards giving chase--and gaining.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckikity fuck.” He heard Robin chant as she shot past, Steve planting himself at the top as he made sure everyone got down to the next level before sliding down himself.

"Do not let them leave!" One of the guards yelled to the others, accent clear as a bell.

"Holy shit that guy's actually Russian." Gareth found himself saying as he skidded across the floor and bolted after the others, Steve hot on his heels.

He had kinda expected the Russian thing to be some sort of drug influenced inside joke and not an actual, honest-to-God Soviet.

Which led to the question of why the fuck adult men in security uniforms had drugged random teenage retail workers.

Food workers.

Whatever the fuck one called a two people who scooped ice-cream in sailor costumes.

"There's another group up ahead!" Eddie yelped, swerving sideways and nearly taking Erica out while doing it.

Noise erupted ahead of them in the form of foreign shouting and loud, harshly barked commands to “Freeze!”

‘Oh hell no.’ Gareth thought wildly, as he caught the form of the giant fricken gun the guard closest to him held.

“Split up!” Dustin howled, and before anyone could comment about how bad an idea that was, Gareth found himself being yanked sideways.

Steve swore loudly behind him as Robin, who’d crashed backwards, pulled him in the opposite direction and in a second their group broke in two. Gareth, Eddie and Dustin going one way, Steve, Robin and Erica another.

"This isn’t happening." Gareth muttered, words made in a sort of pleading denial as he and Eddie turned the corner and immediately vaulted over the counter of an Orange Julius. “I smoked or drank or did something and this is a hallucination that is not. Actually. Happening.”

Dustin at least, was smart enough to dive around the counter instead of over it, sliding towards them on his knees.

Eddie quickly yanked him down to the floor in-between himself and Gareth once he was close enough to grab, one hand going over the hat to shove the kids head down.

Annoying or not, he was at least several years younger than them, and Gareth could practically feel Eddie’s protective instinct kick in as he kept his hand on Dustin’s head.

Together they tried to silence their breathing as the guards’ shouting continued on behind them.

What was worse than their noises though, was when they unexpectedly and suddenly, went silent.

Gareth’s breath felt far too loud as the stillness gained a suppressive weight, pressing down harshly against him and making it harder and harder to inhale.

‘Panic attack.’ He realized, thoughts a touch detached. ‘You can’t afford to have a panic attack right now.’

Not when it had a high chance of getting them all killed.

Slowly he moved his own free hand, placing it atop of Eddie’s, fingers gripping down in a way that was no doubt painful.

Eddie glanced over to him and Gareth thanked every single time he’d smoked way too much weed, because his best friend immediately clocked what was wrong.

Turned his hand over, so that Gareth could hold onto it atop Dustin’s hat.

It didn’t help with the knowledge that his very much still drugged cousin and his equally drugged not-girlfriend were also hiding somewhere, or that there was significantly more Russians than there where terrified teenagers (and one--whatever age Erica was.)

Flashlights cut shapes into the wall overheard, trailing along the Orange Julius menu. Quiet voices covered even quieter footsteps and Gareth had the sudden realization the probability of there being more than one guard carrying a huge gun, was very, very high.

Worse?

This part of the mall wasn’t that big. There were only so many places to hide, and as such, only so many places to look.

Death comes for everyone eventually, but Gareth hadn’t exactly expected it to show up before he hit twenty.

Not that they could do anything but wait. Pray to God and the universe and any other higher power he could think of to intervene, head pressed hard against the wood behind him as the small noises drew nearer.

What he hadn’t expected was for said prayers to get answered in the form of a of a fucking car being thrown into the Russian’s like bowling balls.

“Run!” Dustin shouted, and Gareth wasted absolutely no time in doing just that.

The only goal on his mind was to find Steve, get out, and then have a very long discussion about what the hell this all was, in that exact order.

#fun fic facts I kept writing Orange Julius as King Julian #so thats my new fake 80s store #Tagline can be “yay I’m a sacrifice!”#Pre steddie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #gareth emerson #platonic stobin #gareth is eddies robin #gareth is steves cousin #gareth and steve cousin au #Poor Dustin is mad jelly steve has a cousin that isnt him #we will dig into that later #tw drugs #tw vomit #tw guns #tw panic attack #Steve and robin have already had their scene I just moved it back so he is aware she is a lesbian #I will make it clearer in the next part #Drugged steve has no personal boundaries and homeboy would not at this point consider the stuff wit heddie flirting with Robin ALSO #digs into later #that was gay steve #HELLA gay #the more robin gets to know steve the more shes convinced half the basketball team is queer af #0o0 fanfics #denial is a river in Egypt that Gareth is struggling to swim down

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wwbtsdty · 1 year

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What Makes You Sweat | 18+

Summary: You’re really getting tired of how much time your boyfriend spends in the gym when you have so little time together on his days off. So one day you decide to join him to see what really makes him sweat.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, smut, fluff

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Status: Oneshot

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Explicit language, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, smutty smut, sexual tension, big dick!jungkook, unprotected sex(wrap it before ya tap it!), oral sex, cocky!jungkook, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praising, dirty talk, creampie, rough sex, spanking, bondage, squirting, begging, cursing, fingering, biting, did I miss anything haha.

Author’s Note: This has been sitting in my drafts forever, mainly because I was so upset I lost all my edits to it one day. Sooo I’m just gonna release it, with the premise that its extremely rough because I can’t find it in my heart to edit it again. So here it is, take it for what it is.. a quickie, dirty, unedited short story haha.

This is all fictional.

You sigh deeply staring up at the ceiling in boredom, you had tired of playing games on your phone or scrolling social media an hour ago. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, 10:44 PM... he’d been gone for two hours. Just what the hell does he down there for so long?

Surely most people didn’t work out this long every single day, it seemed excessive and it was starting to get on your nerves. You know he promised to keep his washboard abs for ARMY, but surely he didn’t need to work out every damn day to maintain those bad boys.

Grabbing your phone again you sent off a quick text to him.

Did you fall off the treadmill? Are you seriously still working out?

You and Jungkook had been dating for over a year now what he did for so many hours every day in that gym was still a mystery. You had never been tempted to join him before, when he was finished with you for the night you could barely move, let alone go workout. Meanwhile he was the energizer bunny, ready to go again and again until you finally caved and told him to go work off some steam.

The past few days though you’d had to work late because of your bosses stupid mistake. So you weren’t able to get home in time to soothe the bunny, he was always off at the gym so you would pass out on the bed.

Tonight though you’d had to listen to one of your coworkers gossiping about their sex life with their new younger boyfriend. Which of course in turn, got you thinking about how much you happened to miss your boyfriends delicious body, anxiously waiting all day to get home to him.

So here you sat, waiting on his bed, Bam having had long since given up on waiting for his dad and crawling into his crate to go to sleep. Your phone chimed suddenly causing you to practically lunge for it.

I’m just getting started babe, don’t wait up. 😘

Just getting started? What the hell does that mean? What exactly has he been doing for that last two hours?

You groaned, rolling onto your stomach in frustration as you stared at the text on your phone.

Don’t wait up he says! I hardly get to see him anymore, not with working full time and him getting ready for his next comeback, it seemed like their time together was becoming less and less these days—yet all he wants to do is spend time in the gym!

Jumping off the bed you squared your shoulders as you raided the closet for a pair of leggings and a sports bra.

Fine, if he wanted to work out then you were going to join him, sure it was the last thing you felt like doing, but if it meant you could spend time together then so be it!

Jungkook had just finished up running for his cardio workout the last hour, pulling up the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat that had accumulated on his face.

Now that cardio was done he could start on weights, he needed to work his lower body today since he did upper body yesterday. Then of course abs as always to finish off the workout.

Taking a swig from his water bottle, his attention diverted as the door swung open, you walked in wearing what he guessed could pass as workout clothes.

But really there wasn’t much there, he sure hoped you didn’t wear that shit in public to workout or else there was going to be a conversation later.

“Hey, what's up? I told you not to wait up, i’ll probably be a while still.” He eyed you suspiciously, you had never come to workout with him. Not that it ever bothered him, it was more of his thing and that was totally fine by him.

“Well... you spend so much time here, I thought I would see what you get up to for once. Maybe you could give me some pointers as well, I should probably workout more anyway. I’ve been stuck at a desk all week.”

You shrugged trying to act nonchalant, but your eyes gave you away as you took in his appearance. It wasn’t fair how beautiful this man was, even coated in sweat--no, not even, of course coated in sweat this man was absolutely sinful. All you could think about was stripping that shirt off his delicious body and raking your nails down his chest.

You bit your lip, rubbing your thighs together for some sort of relief. You weren’t sure just how long you stood there ogling your boyfriend, but it was obviously enough for him to take notice.

“Hmm... you want to work out?” He sauntered up to you, eyes darkening as he crowded you against the wall, hands coming up to rest on either side of your head behind you.

Your held your breathe as you took in the sudden change in his demeanor. This was the man you had come to know all too well every night, the one that bent your body to his will.

“I missed you, feels like I haven’t seen you in weeks,” You whispered, tucking a strand of his hair back behind his ear. He smiled brightly, bunny teeth on display as he cupped your cheek leaning down to kiss your forehead sweetly.

Stepping back, he booped your nose cutely with his finger. “I always miss you.” Sighing sadly, “When this comeback is done I promise we will take a vacation, just the two of us. We can spend every waking moment with each other. We don’t even have to leave the bed.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

God, You loved this man so much. How you had gotten so lucky to land Bangtan’s golden boy, he was anything and everything you could ask for in a boyfriend.

“I was about to start some weights, you wanna start with some cardio?” Just like that your tender moment was gone and Muscle bunny was back. How did he just flip a switch just like that, was it part of being an idol or something?

Huffing loudly, you made your way over to the treadmill he had just vacated, turning it on the lowest setting. You walked as slowly as possible, staring aimlessly at the little television blasting some random entertainment show before you. Behind you sounds of grunting and heavy weights clinking filled your ears as he began his workout again.

It was about 16 minutes later, according to the treadmill, when you had finally reached your breaking point. His grunts and groans were driving you crazy, you could hardly walk for fear the slick coating your core would drip down your legs.

Stopping the treadmill you spun around to find him doing sit-ups on the floor, each time he sat up he gave a soft grunt. You bit your lip as an evil plan hatched in your head.

Two could play this game.

You sashayed over to the rowing machine, plopping down loudly on the seat as you fastened your legs in. Wrapping your fingers around the handle to pull back fiercely, you let out a whisper of a moan. You saw his head swivel around towards you at the noise.

Ha, take some of your own medicine Kookie!

You smirked, continuing to pull on the rowing machine. Arching your back with each tug so your breasts thrust into the air alluringly.

His gaze zeroed in on the way your breasts proudly displayed as you rowed, suddenly his grey sweats felt all too tight. He knew you were purposely trying to rile him up, and it was working. But his competitive nature would never let him give him.

Plus, he was actually enjoying having you here with him for once, and he had to admit seeing you working out made him proud.

Not like you needed to work out, eyeing that perfect ass he loved so much. Having you ride him reverse cowgirl was one of his favorite positions, he loved watching that ass bounce up and down on his dick.

Reaching down to adjust his hardening length, he pulled his gaze from your body to refocus himself. At this rate he was going to lose this game you had decided to play and turn this into a whole other kind of workout.

You had quietly crept over his way once he went back to finishing his sit-up, the slight sway of your hips driving him to distraction once more. He stopped, arms behind his head as he laid back looking up at you suspiciously, “You done already?” He questioned, regarding you as a smirk lifted his lips.

You weren’t going to give in that easily, sure you’d been annoyed he hadn’t come over at your show earlier while rowing. You couldn’t miss him adjusting himself and the tent in his pants though. You were getting to him too. It was time to change tactics.

Throwing your leg over his waist you straddled his stomach, hands splayed out across his chest as you nestled your core above his hardening length. Your fingers sliding slowly down his chest to push yourself back to lay against his knees causing your breasts to jut out towards his face tauntingly. “Nope. Just taking a break…”

His brow raised quizzically, thrusting his hips off the floor bouncing you in the process to signal you should move. “Alright princess, well I just finished sit-ups… so how about you give me some motivation to finish my pushups?”

His hands encircled your waist when you didn't move, hoisting you up into the air like you weighed nothing. He let your body slide painfully slow down his until your feet touched the floor, “Lay down.” His voice held a hint of command forcing you to lay down where he indicated unbidden. You watched as he knelt down at your feet, hands moving to either side of your head, his body hovering above yours.

“Now be a good girl and stay still.”

You bit your lip at his deep voice, his face coming closer before moving past yours, his breathe tickling your ear.

“One.”

His whispered breathe across your ear sent a shot of arousal straight to your core, nipples suddenly standing for attention as he pulled back up.

Just as quickly he was pressing back down, this time you were more composed, your head swiveled around to nip at his earlobe.

“Two…” He groaned, pulling back with narrowed eyes.

The third time he decided to press his body flush against yours, hips rolling into your core for you to feel his now fully hard length.

You moaned loudly, frantically thrusting your hips up as he pushed up just as quickly. You glared up at that cocky bunny smile plastered on his face.

“Three.”

You'd had enough of this game.

You grabbed that taunt ass with both hands as he came down for the fourth push-up, rolling your hips seductively against his.

He growled, letting his body collapse atop yours in response. “Naughty girl. I told you to stay still, you can’t even obey one command? Am I going to have to tie you up so you don’t move?” His voice was pure sin in your ear, hands sliding slowly up your arms causing goosebumps in their wake, bringing them up above your head where he captured your wrists in one hand.

“So, we're done playing already? Just when the game was getting interesting...”

His right hand moved quickly down your stomach to cup your heat without warning. Your eyes flew open in surprise, arching your back sharply as you let out a groan of satisfaction at finally being touched, tugging desperately at his grip on your wrists to break free.

A soft moan escaped his lips, “So wet for me already? Does this pussy want to be filled so badly by my cock?” He trailed wet kisses down your neck, he bite the spot where your neck meets your shoulders quickly laving the tender spot with his tongue.

He sat back on his heels, admiring the way your breasts looked barely confined by your sports bra as your chest rose and fell rapidly. Taking your breasts in each hand to squeeze them together, dipping down to taking one of your nipples and then the other into his mouth through your sports bra, tongue circling it teasingly before biting playfully.

“Jungkook!” you gasped, hips thrusting against his hand in reflex, chasing some kind of friction. You could feel just how embarrassingly slick your panties and leggings had become at this point, providing barely any barrier.

Jungkook smirked, pressing the palm of his hand down hard against your clit through your leggings. "Is this what you wanted baby?"

Nodding frantically, "Yes! Yes! Please!!" You should be embarrassed at the way your hips followed his hand as he pulled back, but you were already past caring.

He released your wrists, sitting back on his heels as you whined at the lack of contact. Palming at his hardened bulge as he motioned to the bench behind you. "Go sit that pretty ass down on that bench."

Jumping up to obey, your body trembled in anticipation as you spread your legs displaying the large wet patch that has formed in the crotch of your leggings.

He quickly shed his shirt as he approached you, dropping to his knees between your thighs.

Your mouth watered as you admired that amazing body, eyes catching a drop of sweat dripping down his chest that you suddenly wanted to catch with your tongue. And those damn grey sweatpants, always showing just enough to drive you crazy. His hard dick filled them out so well now, you could practically feel it inside you already.

He made quick work of your leggings, peeling them down your legs. God you were practically soaking that bench already and he’d barely touched you.Grabbing your thighs to tug you down to the edge of the bench roughly. He admired your beautiful pussy for a minute, the material of your panties sticking to your lips making them practically transparent.

He slid his fingertip down your slit, pressing just the tip inside your pussy the material of your panties creating resistance from going in any further.

"All of this just for me? How long has my poor baby been suffering? If you’d just said you wanted to be fucked we could have ended this game quickly. But now I feel like making you wait… I won after all.” A smirk quirked his lips, leaning down to suck your clit into his mouth over the fabric.

“Fuck Jungkook!!” You squealed at the feeling of his mouth, the material of your underwear aiding the sensation. You slid your hand into Jungkook's hair, the other gripped onto the bench beneath you as you rolled your hips against his mouth.

Without removing his mouth from your clit, he grabbed your flimsy underwear tearing it off your body and flinging the offending material away. His mouth moving over your now bare pussy, tongue delving into your folds greedily.

You sobbed in relief, squeezing your thighs together at the sudden onslaught of pleasure that was almost unbearable.

Jungkooks digs his fingers into your thighs, keeping them open for his onslaught. "Ah Ah, don't hide from me." He quips smartly, sending a sharp smack to your pussy that causes you to jump, a whine escaping you at the stinging sensation as more arousal seeps from your lips.

He begins lapping at your clit teasingly, his fingers massaging your thighs as he enjoyed the whines escaping your lips.

“Kook, stop teasing!”

He takes your clit into his mouth once more, sucking strongly. At the same time slowly inserting one finger, curling it as he begins thrusting in and out of your sloppy cunt, rubbing that sweet spot each time.

You could already feel that familiar knot forming in your stomach and he’s barely touched you. Turned on beyond belief from their game earlier and not seeing him the past few days, or more specifically not seeing his cock.

"Tell me this isn't what you came down here for?" He remarks, pulling his digit from your pussy and bringing it up to his lips to taste you.

You screamed in frustration at the sudden emptiness, leaning up on your elbows as you regarded him between your legs not moving.

"Jungkook!" He just laughed at your situation, removing his finger with a pop from his lips, his tongue prodding his cheek. He reached down palming at his dick which had become so painfully hard. Your gaze followed his hand, jerking his length over his pants a few times in relief. He couldn’t wait to finally feel you wrapped so tightly around his cock, it had been so long, he was tired of using his own hand for relief. It was a poor excuse for that tight pussy he had come to love.

"Fine, okay! I came down to get fucked okay? I couldn't wait for you any longer… Jungkook! Please just fuck me already you idiot! I need to feel you!" you sobbed, throwing your arm over your eyes in embarrassment at your confession. Even after so many years you could feel embarrassment at how badly you wanted him at times.

He smiles all teeth at your confession, "Good girl, that wasn't so hard now was it? Did you really think I thought you wanted to work out? Unless you were referring to this workout." He motioned to himself with a cocky smirk, tongue running along his lower lip.

Before you could make a smart ass remark he plunged two fingers inside your pussy, thrusting them quickly in and out of you.

Shoving your sports bra up to reveal those beautiful pert nipples. Taking one into his mouth, his tongue lavishing attention on it as he scissored his fingers inside you, stretching you out for him.

"So fucking tight. How are you still so fucking tight!" He grunted, slipping a third finger inside of you.

You winced at the slight burn, your body already having forgotten the shape of his dick. As the burn ebbed, a delicious pleasure spreading in its place as your thighs quaked from the sudden orgasm approaching. Your hips thrusting in tandem with his fingers, chasing your high.

"Yes, Yes! Jungkook harder!!" You tugged at his dark locks, forcing his mouth harder against your breast.

He rubbed at your clit with his thumb, curling his fingers to continually hit your spot as he increased his speed. His fingers moving so fast you could barely keep up.

Suddenly you felt that cord snap inside of you, your back arching off the bench as you screamed out from your orgasm. A rush of liquid flooded Jungkook's fingers, spraying his chest as he dove down to taste your release. Tongue fucking your gaping hole as it quivered around his mouth, you tasted so fucking sweet he couldn't get enough of it.He pulled his fingers out to rub your clit as his tongue delved deeply inside of you prolonging your release.

"Ah, Jungkook no more.. please..."

He forced your thighs to wide as you tried closing them from the overstimulation, squirming away from his mouth. Your fingers tangled in his dark locks as you tugged at his head trying to stop him.

"I know you can, don't even think about stopping me."

He continued lapping at your sopping pussy, filling you with two fingers again as he sought that spot inside you.

You could feel the overstimulation already turning to pleasure again, moaning loudly as you thrashed on the bench with your fast approaching second release.

Jungkook sucked your clit into his mouth, fucking his fingers harder inside of you until you felt that damn break once more. "JUNGKOOK!!" you screamed his name loudly, black flashing behind your eyes as you squirted all over his face this time, your thighs shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.

You lay back panting as he removed his fingers, watching your gaping hole quiver at the emptiness. He licked his lips glancing down at your throughly fucked out face with satisfaction.

"Good girl, I knew you would do it." He sat back on his knees, chest glistening with your release. Standing up, he quickly kicked his sweats and briefs off, his cock springing to attention against his stomach. He wrapped his hand around his painfully hard length, sliding his fingers up and down a few times before his eyes caught on something in the corner.

You were so out of it, currently basking in your post release, you hadn't even noticed him move to the corner of the room. It wasn't until you felt something cold wrapping around your wrists that you startled to attention.

"What..?" you questioned, giving a measuring tug of your wrists to find them tied together with something.

"You were very bad tonight, trying to stop me from enjoying my prize earlier." He gave a sharp tug making sure your wrists were secured with the jump rope.

"So now your going to lay there and let me fuck you however I want." He whispered in your ear before standing up, he lifted your body up from the bench forcing you to now lay on your stomach.He eyed that beautiful ass now on display, delivering a harsh smack to your left cheek enjoying the red marring your skin.

You jumped at the sudden stinging of his hand, a new flush of arousal spreading throughout your body.

He knelt down at the end of the bench, adjusting some knobs. You suddenly found your feet leaving the floor at the same time the rest of your body leaned down closer to the floor. You felt incredibly vulnerable suddenly, ass up in the air, pussy quite literally on display for his viewing pleasure. You couldn't see where he was or what he was doing.

"Fuck, you're so perfect."

He eyed your position, having risen one side of the bench to lift your ass up to the perfect height, while the other was lowered for your comfort so you wouldn't be at a weird angle. He could see just how wet you were from this angle, your pussy dripping on the bench as your hole twitched with anticipation.

He ran his index finger through your slick, "Just for me."

You suddenly felt the head of his dick teasing your core causing you to thrust yourself back against him, you wanted to feel him filling you up so badly. But instead he kept teasing you, tapping his dick against your clit as he pressed a hand down against your lower back to hold you in place delivering a shark smack to your ass.

"Stay still." He growled under his breathe, pushing forward until the thick head of his cock sinks inside you, just as quickly pulling it out.

"Jungkook!" You screeched, wriggling against your confines in frustration, you feel a new wave of wetness seeping from your pussy. "Please, Jungkook, please fuck me! I need your cock.."

His fingers spread out across your ass, massaging at the reddened cheeks. "You look so amazing like this, bared just for me, pussy just waiting to be filled." He pulled your cheeks apart, groping as he watched the way your pussy twitched, admiring the mess you made of the bench already. He strokes his cock once before lining it up with your heat, coating it in your cum before suddenly thrusting forward sinking balls deep inside of you.

"Fuck!" you screamed out, suddenly feeling so full as he sunk so deeply inside you. You swear you could feel him all the way to your stomach. You clenched around him inside you, wanting to keep him inside.

He slowly pulled out until just the tip was left inside you, letting you feel every ridge and vein before harshly thrusting back in as your ass jiggled with the motion.

Suddenly his thrusts sped up, hips plunging into you as the bench jerked beneath you at the strength of his motion. Loud moans left your mouth as your body fought to keep up with his pace. Pleasure wracks your body, fighting against the orgasm already approaching.

He watched your ass bounce against his hips as he took your hips in his hand, forcing your body down to meet his thrusts. Your orgasm hits you as soon as he presses his thumb down on your clit, thighs shaking as your body releases for the third time tonight.

Jungkook continued thrusting through your orgasm, chasing his release as you felt him swell even bigger flooding your insides with his cum. He gave a few more lay thrusts as his cum started leaking out between your bodies soaking the bench below. He slowly pulled out from the warmth of your body, cupping your heat to keep his cum inside.

“Don’t let even a drop escape.” He commanded moving your hand to replace his as he went to slid his boxers and work out shorts back on.

You squeezed your legs together trying in vain to keep his cum from running down your legs as you to went to find your underwear and leggings he had thrown haphazardly.

He gave your ass a firm smack once you had finished getting dressed, pushing you towards the door.

“Now be a good girl and let me finish my workout.” He flashed you a cocky grin before heading back over to the weights.

Your jaw dropped at his request, “Seriously?!?”

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razcina · 1 month

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i’ll be there // Ch. 1

sam carpenter x fem!reader - masterlist

Samantha Carpenter struggles with her new life in NYC, not having much of a purpose other than to be the protector of her friends and family, and to attend therapy for feeling like an absolute psychopath and having the whole word view her as such. With all of her vices, will Sam be able to open her heart and let someone in?

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!! not proof-read, will edit. english isnt my first language haha

Sam had hoped moving to New York in an attempt to escape the trauma Woodsburo had brought, and so Tara and her friends could pursue their education would have lessened the constant paranoia and hateful looks she received, but if anything it only worsened.

News of the Woodsburo murders, and of Samantha Carpenter’s relations to the infamous Billy Loomis had spread all throughout the country, including stories of how the proclaimed “final girl” was the reason for the murders in the first place, and how she must carry the evil spirit of her father. Despite the constant speculation and sick rumors, Sam didn’t let any of it affect her.. atleast not publicly.

Afterall, the older Carpenter was preoccupied with keeping her younger sister, Tara safe, Something Tara personally hated. She understood Sams intentions, especially given the horrors they went through together back home, but all she wanted was freedom from all of this mess, and stubborn as ever, Tara would pull away from her sisters grasps whenever she could.

This once again led to Sam standing against the wall of some fraternity party swigging a bottle. Her eyes scanning the crowds of drunk college kids making sure Tara, aswell as her friends, Mindy, Chad, and Anika, weren’t making any stupid decisions. She’s incredibly focused, and any normal person would see her scowl and defensive stance and make the smart decision to back away. It’s what Sam expects, not opposed in the slightest as shes never been much of a social person. Thus, when she catches glimpse of a figure slip around her out of the corner of her eye, she startles, nearly dropping her drink.

Sam stands tall at around 5’9, so she barely notices when a shorter figure appears right beside her, looking up at her with a piercing gaze.

She looks down at the petite woman next to her. Normally, she wouldnt pay this person any mind, especially one this short and unthreatening looking, But she still stares, wondering how she even got there. she crosses her arms over her chest and takes a drink from her own bottle

“Watch where youre going”

Sam mutters, looking back up

The woman’s eyes narrow, but she masks a sly playful expression, contrasting sams gruff scowl.

“Why assume i didnt mean to come over here?”

Sam assumes this is just another person who had seen her on the news, eyeing her up and down, trying not to roll her eyes. This girl couldnt be the killer, but considering her size she seems too small to do any real damage. Sam grumbles.

“Why are you lookin at me?”

The other girl shrugs, leaning against the wall next to Sam and sipping on her own drink.

“Didn’t know it was illegal to stare at people scowling in a corner at a frat party”

Sam rolls her eyes

“Its not, i just don’t understand what you want from me”

The other girl shrugs again, speaking in a nonchalant tone

“To get to know you, you seem interesting”

Frowning little and tilting her head, Sams curiosity is getting the better of her, but not to the point shes gonna go and trust this girl and spill her darkest secrets. Shes always on edge, so even a slight tone change makes her suspicious. so she tries to keep her rough tone, but its not working.

“What about me?”

“i dont know.. why dont you tell me?”

The woman whispers, leaning against the wall next to sam, who is desperately trying to keep watching her friends and tara, but failing and getting distracted.

Sam eyes the short girl and swishes the alcohol in her bottle, suspicion spiking now and though she is trying not to, she is failing at trying to continue her grumpy attitude. Shes got her hand wrapped around the pepper spray on her keychain, just incase this girl tries anything, but she just stares, wondering why she even cares.

“I dont know? im.. just me”

The woman smiles shyly, shrugging

“thats oka-“

Before she finishes her sentence, some drunk guys rush past, pushing sam and her possible new friend aside roughly, Sam nearly drops her drink, and y/n is pushed right against sam. The taller woman groans in annoyance at the sudden impact, when she gets herself back together, she realizes the other stands fitting right under sams arm against her, seeming startled.

Sam hisses and looks down, noticing the woman stands right underneath her arm. if anything, shes startled as well. She cant help it though and her arms and hands instinctively wrap around y/n’s waist as she keeps her in place as well as protecting her from the crowd. Shes never protected someone before, other than her younger sister, but it was her instinct to grab this stranger by her waist. Sam doesnt know how she let this happen, but now this girl is pressed right up against her, and shes surprised that she didnt push her away yet. Normally she wouldnt be okay with someone touching her and would distance herself, but even though she seems annoyed and disgruntled, she doesnt move away. Instead Sam just keeps her arm around this girl, the pepper spray key chain hanging down as her hand rests on the shorter womans back. Shes a lot closer to her than she had anticipated.

The girls eyes widen slightly and she lets out a soft “oh-“ when sam grabs her to keep her standing. y/n sees the pepperspray out of the corner of her eye but seems not to react, instead getting distracted by sams toned biceps and overall upper body, a faint blush creeping onto her face. Sam is immediately confused with herself and gets the instinct to back away. sam didnt come here to make friends, shes here to watch and protect Tara and her existing friends.

She seems to snap out of her instincts and realized she held the girl a bit longer than she should have. She tries not to stare too hard at the smaller woman, though her curiosity and intrigue continues to grow. she doesnt push the girl away and looks away as she puts one hand on her drink and looks off to the side, clearing her throat

“you alright?”

Sam asks with a gentle voice she didnt expect to come out of her. shes usually loud, and rude, shes surprised by the softness to her tone.

“y-yeah..”

y/n mumbles, still blushing as she watches sams hand slowly leave her waist.

“thank you..”

Sam raises an eyebrow at y/n. She didnt know if she was actually okay, but shes not gonna ask again, Keeping one hand on her drink as she crosses her arms over her chest again. Shes still watching y/n, though in the corner of her eye, as shes back to keeping a close watch on her Tara, among other friends she’s looking out for.

“hm. youre welcome.”

“whats your name?”

y/n blurts out suddenly, unsure of a better time to ask

Sam looks back at the girl and narrows her eyes into slight suspicion again. She never really liked giving out her info, especially during this era. But.. for some reason she caves, shrugging and then leaning back against the wall.

“Sam. Your name?”

“y/n”

She responds, leaning against the wall next to sam, having to look up to talk to her

“Hi Sam..”

Sam just lets out a short hum as a response. Its unusual for sam to feel this way around someone, not so on edge as she usually is.

She just keeps a close eye on everything around her, mainly Tara and co, but y/n was slightly distracting.

y/n tilts her head, the playful glint returning to her hazel eyes

“What, am I not interesting enough for you to look at?”

Sam looks at y/n, raiseing an eyebrow with a flat look.

“I was watching everything, and youre included. So yes. youre interesting enough”

She just takes a sip from her drink, trying to keep her tone even.

“You seem distracted”

Sam mumbles something in response but y/n doesnt catch it, squinting at the tall girl instead.

“Okay.. so what are you doing here if you dont like parties? No ones forcing you to be here you know.. you dont seem like a party person.”

“..yeah. I have to watch my friends and sister.”

she takes another sip of her drink, not taking her eyes off the crowd as she does so.

y/n tilts her head

“You have to babysit your adult friends and sister?”

Sam just scoffs and rolls her eyes, her tone going back to being harsh. She never liked the “babysitter” word that some people like to use when talking about her. She crosses her arms over her chest again.

“If youre calling this babysitting, then yes i have to babysit my “adult friends” and sister.”

“Why?”

Sam scoffs again, her tone becoming harsher when y/n doesn’t even know the answer and has probably never been in her situation.

“Because they need me. Because someone in this world is always out to kill them.”

Sam eyes the shorter woman again, then glances back to the crowd. She doesn’t even know why she’s explaining this to a stranger.

“Oh.”

It clicks in y/n’s head that the taller woman is refferring to the recent ghostface killings. She had heard of them all over, and how they were starting to pop up around NYC.

Sam is surprised when it clicks for her. Usually people ask, “what do you mean someone’s out to kill them?” or “why do they need you?” or “you can’t be serious” but y/n didnt. She just put the pieces together. and sam didn’t know what to say further. She takes another sip from her drink as she glances around the party, now a bit more anxious

y/n looks somber when the killings are mentioned, an expression Sam barely notices

“What about your own enjoyment?”

The paranoid woman’s stomach drops at the mention of her own enjoyment. She actually hasn’t had any.. in a while. For a long time. Shes always on duty. Always keeping an eye on things and everyone else. she didn’t even think she deserved any own enjoyment. Sam was doing this for everyone else, not herself. She shakes her head and takes another sip from her drink, her tone a bit harsh

“im more concerned about their lives than my enioyment”

“mm..”

y/n’s change of voice is hard to hide as she says something that catches sam off guard entirely.

“You’re a really good person.. the kind people should appreciate more”

Samantha is taken back when she hears the compliment, and she stays silent for a moment. She didnt think she was a good person. She didnt think she was anything. Sam just shook her head, not knowing what to say. She was Billy Loomis’ daughter..

“no im not-“

She quickly argues. it wasnt true. she just did what she had to do, she had to protect. there was nothing else to it. Sam took another sip from her drink, hoping y/n would just move on, because she didnt want to talk about it

“hush”

The other woman cuts her off, glancing up at her and takes a sip of her own drink. Sam can see that her eyes seem to be slightly moist*

“youre perfect”

y/n whispers, barely able to be heard under the loud party music.

Sams eyes widen again. Her heart rate speeds up just from y/n calling her perfect. this isnt right. Sam wasnt perfect. she killed someone. Sam feels all her walls just break down at this point, which is incredibly out of character for her.

“im- im not perfect-“

Sam whispers, almost like a whimper. her harshness fades away and her gentle look comes in place as she stares down at y/n.

Sam blinks in complete shock. Was this girl about to cry? and why was she telling Sam she was perfect? therapy tall woman doesnt know what to do with this comment, and her cheeks had heated up a bit. Sam was about to speak when she notices those little tears in y/n’s eyes and stops herself. She cant say what she was about to say. she just watches her.

y/n smiles faintly, clearing her thoat

“i-i should go.. and leave you to your babysitting.”

Sam watches her, eyes soft as she sees her smile. She was hoping she didnt hear that right, but she couldnt get herself to stop her. Sam was about to speak again, but the harshness in her voice was completely gone. there was no more scowl, and she was just being soft like y/n was. As the short woman begins to walk away though, Sam stops her and grabs her hand. Startled, her head darts around and she looks up at Sam, a tear already threatening to fall.

..!

Sam freezes for a second, then realizes that she just grabbed y/n’s hand and is still holding onto her hand. In this moment, her mind is racing. She wants to say something but cant. She wants to ask something but feels this is just wrong. Sam watches as the tear runs down her cheek. She sees it and freezes. She cant help but feel guilty for making this girl almost cry. Normally, Sam would have let her go, and let the girl cry without even a care, but.. this was different. There was an urge to comfort her. So sam just takes a little step closer and gently grabs the girls chin, tilting her head up to look at her, all care about Tara and ghostface vanished.

“dont..”

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aizawas-dryeye · 21 days

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➭even if it hurts (toji fushiguro)**

content: smut, trans masc/male!reader, puppy hybrid!reader, master/owner kink, anal, painal, possible transphobia(?hard to explain but its nothing horrific), pussy neglect, pet names (pup/puppy, good boy, little boy, bitch, mutt), toji nasty as hell, creampie, tail pulling, gaping, manipulation, breeding except not really, sadism

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!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

cis people also go away 😤 /hj

toji caught himself a lil pet (this is not proofread in the slightest so bear with me ill prolly edit it in the future)

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Toji is a somewhat confusing owner. He never lets you up on the furniture, locks you out of his room whenever he had a "guest" over, and very rarely plays with you. Well, that's not entirely true, but his idea of playtime was usually some variation of pushing you to your knees and shoving his cock down your throat, or pressing your cold puppy nose into his balls while he jerks off above you.

It was certainly a strange relationship, but you adore your owner, and are always seeking his attention.

"Not now, mutt," he mutters while he flicks through channels on the shitty TV in his apartment. You whine and nudge against his knee for the third time, your tail thumping sadly against the carpet.

Toji had been basically ignoring you since he came home not too long ago, muttering about how 'fucking exhausted' he was.

You prop up on your knees and paw at the fabric of his sweatpants.

"Wanna play, Owner," you whine, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes. He wouldn't even play fetch with you which is like, the easiest game ever. With a frustrated grunt, you pull yourself up and plop down on his lap, much to his surprise.

Toji raises his eyebrows at you and you internally panic, but a larger part of you wants to play, dammit! He never fucking plays with you no matter how many sticks or toys you spit out in front of him. He just grunts and nudges you away with his foot.

This time, he's staring straight at you with a bone-chilling expression. You half expect him to push you off of him and complain about getting fur all over the couch; instead, his hands grip your hips harshly. His expression doesn't even change when you yelp out. If anything it darkens.

"I had a rough fucking day, mutt. I don't need you humpin' my leg like a bitch in heat," he says, moving one hand to squeeze your chubby cheeks together.

Your face heats up with embarrassment. What does he mean by that? You're not a bitch, you're a good boy! And you would never do... that!

You squirm on his lap in an attempt to wiggle away but he just wraps his arm around you and keeps you there. A faint smirk crosses his lips.

"You wanna fuckin' play? Fine. Let's play."

Toji drags your hips forward so you rub against his bulge, chuckling a little when you whimper in surprise. You glance down at his crotch and back up at him, cocking your head in anticipation for what's to come.

He never plays with you like this either, chooses to use your mouth instead and leave you to your own devices afterwards. It doesn't hurt your feelings at all (lie), that's just something owners and puppies do, right? That's what Toji says anyway, and why shouldn't you trust him?

Suddenly, he rips your bottoms and underwear down just enough so he can freely knead your ass. "We're gonna play a new game. Just relax and let me show you," he explains. His fingers dig into your skin and spread your cheeks apart. The lewd act makes you yelp, face heating up even more. He drags you against his cock again and you feel it twitch beneath you.

"Good boy," he croons, tucking his face into your neck to bite at the sensitive skin there.

Before you can even fully enjoy the feeling of his sweatpants against your hardening clit, he stills your hips and shoves two thick fingers into your mouth. Your first instinct is to choke, but you will the feeling away in hopes of making your owner proud. Always need to make him proud. You suck and lick at his fingers like a desperate pup, whining around the digits at the attention he's giving you. Drool pours out of the corners of your mouth as you thoroughly coat his fingers in saliva.

Toji pulls his fingers away and you're honestly disappointed, until you feel him press the tips right against your ass.

Your pussy throbs like its begging him for mercy, but the throbbing frustration doesn't stop you from pushing back into his finger to pull him in deeper.

Toji laughs again, and the sound echoes in your cloudy head. You should feel even more embarrassed but all the new sensations completely tore down any shame you may have had.

He feels you clench around his fingertip so he pulls it out before shoving the entire digit back in, just to hear you squeal. He keeps up a steady rhythm that nearly has you drooling, eyes squeezed shut as you fall limp against his chest. Unable to do anything else but keep your hips curved back to feel more. You feel another slick finger push inside you and immediately tense up at the intrusion. It makes your sensitive little hole tighten up painfully and you whimper.

"Ease up, mutt," Toji grumbles, forcing the second finger past your tight rim. You squeak at the burn, but before long, you're panting and writhing against him once again. In a half-assed, stunted attempt, Toji rubs his free hand up and down your back to sooth you, surprised when it works. The second you let out a breath to relax, he resumes fucking his fingers into your hole.

"Atta boy," he says. The way his voice gravels makes your stomach flip, has your pussy drooling on his sweatpants in a way that makes him laugh. "Look at my pup getting all excited for a little ass-fucking."

The vulgarity of his words would normally scandalize you, but you find yourself nodding dumbly and mumbling against his chest. You're pretty sure you hear him say something else, but you can't focus as Toji pulls his sweats down and nestles his erection right between your asscheeks. It's hot and thick, this you know after being repeatedly face fucked, but you have no clue how it's going to fit down there.

"Paws up on the couch," he commands, helping you move so your feet are firmly planted on the cushion and you grip onto his shoulders for support. He fucks his hips up so his cock rocks against you, sliding between your slippery cunt. It feels like heaven, especially when the tip drags across your clit.

But Toji isn't interested enough to worry about your pleasure. Against your weak protests, he settles his wet cock right against your asshole so you can feel just how thick it is.

"Too big!" you whine, trying to push him back to your cunt again. "W-won't fit."

Toji lands a harsh slap on your ass and pushes his cock against your hole so it stretches you out ever so slightly.

"That's too fuckin' bad, pup," he tells you, teeth gritted.

And then he's pressing inside of you. His fingers stretched you out sure, but they were no help in preparing you for the real thing. The pressure is intense and your body wants to seize up at the sensation. But you want to prove that you’re a good boy so you just sink your nails into his skin and whine brokenly.

Toji must have picked up on your pained little noises because he presses his lips to you ear to whisper about how It's gonna feel good soon, pup. You're gonna help Master unwind, yeah? That's what good boys are for. Made for this.

"Please touch," you beg, wiggling your hips in the most enticing way you know how, and it makes your master chuckle. He squeezes your thighs so tight they're sure to bruise the next day.

"You want my fingers on your little clit? No, no, pup. I'm the one in charge here. Little boys don't get to decide what happens. You wanna act like a real boy now, so I gotta fuck you like one," he grunts. He's determined to break you down, and mold you into a little cocksleeve that only he can fuck. That only responds to him.

"Can't spoil that little pussy or else you'll act out, right? Cocksluts don't make for good pets."

He sinks in deeper and you hiss. He's even gracious enough to let you get adjusted to his size, but eventually gets impatient after two or so minutes of slow, gentle grinding. His hands grip under your thighs to keep you upright as he slams his entire length into your ass punishingly.

"M-Master!" you choke out as your body about goes into shock at the brutal thrusts. He's so deep you swear you feel him in your stomach, and the full, burning feeling makes you wail. It doesn't stop your fluffy puppy tail from wagging wildly behind you.

"Too— ah! T-too much! Too much, Master, i-it hurts!"

Toji grunts, his balls tightening embarrassingly soon as he fucks up your insides. The pain etched on your cute little face only makes his blood pump harder. And the fucking pleading. He swears he's never heard anything sweeter.

"That's right, baby, it does hurt doesn't it? That's how you help me, you let me hurt you, right little boy?" he mutters. He squeezes your thighs tighter, loving how the skin squishes between his fingers.

You don't process anything after that. Your brain short circuits when you feel his cock throb inside of you, so you don't notice when Toji lifts you off of him. He presses you face down, ass up against the couch and digs his thumbs into your asscheeks to better slide his cock back in. The wet, squelching noise it makes sounds throughout the living room, giving Toji an unneeded boost to his ego.

You cry out, face covered in tears and snot, as he carves a spot out of your body for only him, making you choke on the thrusts. Something primal triggers in your brain as he bends you in half, and you let out a pathetic growl.

"P-please! Master breed, breed!" you babble out, nails now digging into the upholstery of the couch.

Toji grins wide, and grips your tail with a harsh yank. It spreads your hole even wider so he keeps a firm grip on it, no matter the cries you let out.

"Pathetic little boy, begging me to breed this tight ass. Bet you don’t even know what that means, dumb pup," he says, voice mocking. A wave of degradation and shame washes over you, but it only makes you more desperate.

He can tell you're close by your fluttering hole, and there's no doubt in his mind that your pussy is clenching just as much. Your tail wags wildly against his stomach and he pulls it forward harder, growling at the way you cry.

"You close, already?" he taunts. "Maybe you are a little cockslut bitch. A little fucking and breeding and you're panting like I got you in heat."

His thrusts quicken instinctually when your hole clenches especially tight. You whine and whimper, thighs trembling beneath you as Toji abuses your entrance. The way his balls slap against your clit has you inching closer and closer to the edge until you snap.

The world goes blank and all you can do is moan and shake as Toji fucks you through your high, cocky laughter filling the room.

"Atta boy," he groans, slowing his thrusts to calm himself down. The way your ass flutters around him as you cum so beautifully nearly makes him shoot off like an excited teen. Your body is addictive and he intends on using it all up.

Your cunt throbs pathetically at the neglect. Toji is sure to bully you for cumming untouched and the thought makes you sniffle.

"Owner!" you sob as he picks up his pace. It feels like your little hole could split completely in half, the overstimulation makes you gasp and choke. You can't tell if what you're feeling is pleasure or pain, nor do you care.

It isn't long before Toji is moaning and growling louder, his thrusts getting sloppier as he gets closer to his own high. He grabs your waist and pushes your torso down so your back arches even more, until it makes your spine burn with resistance.

You hear him panting like a beast behind you, letting go of any resistance and just using your body like nothing more than a toy. He’s so caught up in your tight wet heat, that he doesn’t even hear your pathetic attempts at begging for mercy. You wanna be bred so bad? Then shut up and take it.

Toji grits his teeth so hard his jaw aches as his balls tighten up. His cock throbs hard inside you before filling you to the brim with hot, sticky cum. The warm sensation fills your belly and has you mewling with a mix of contentment and relief that his brutal thrusts have finally slowed.

His cum gushes out of you when he pulls away and he’s quick to scoop it up and push it back inside your gaping hole.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles when you hiss from overstimulation. “Can’t expect to get bred if you keep pushin’ my cum out.”

He laughs mockingly when your ears perk up at that. Such a dumb puppy you are.

Toji pulls his sweatpants back up, but makes a point of keeping you bare and on your knees. He says something about wanting easy access, and if you really want his kids he’s gonna have to use you like that everyday until his seed takes. It all makes perfect sense to you, so you nod and bury your face into the couch cushions. Sleep comes surprisingly easy, what with the pinching pain in your ass and hips, and you’re more than ready to go again in the morning. Anything to have a belly full of Toji’s babies.

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#girl this is so rushed but i simply had to get it out into the open #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #toji fushiguro smut #trans masc reader #trans male reader

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Rewind the Tape — IWTV S1E04 Rewatch

Finally, I'm back with my rewatch for @iwtvfanevents after having to microdosing Ep 4 because of limited time, mood, and I just fell unconscious once I hit my bed. Again, FYI from before: this is my first time rewatching the show (excluding indirect watch through YouTube reactions), and its purpose for me to refresh my mind and noticing things. So, I won't dwell on certain ongoing or past theories, but I'll take notes about the possibilities I notice as the rewatch goes for myself. Also, disclaimer, because I've had people put words into my mouth before: When I'm assuming the reason a certain character does what they do, it's not to give them an excuse. It's my way of trying to understand what the writers have in their minds. For me, if the action of a character doesn't make sense in that character's eyes, based on their personality, then it's bad writing.

Okay, that's long enough. Be careful with the S2 spoiler alerts. Time to meet ✨ Claudia✨

• It's been 10 years since Daniel published a book and his publisher seems questioning his ability to write a book.

• Armand barely gets any sunlight here.

• *Googling* Levodopa is used to reduce Parkinson's symptoms, like tremors, stiffness, and slowness, which are caused by lack of dopamine. It works by being converted to dopamine in brain.

• "Electronic mailbox" Armand, you're so funny.

• Resting? Wait, have they ever did an interview during mornings before? Ep 1, it's night. Ep 2, during dinner time to late at night. Okay, it seems Ep 3 starts in the day to night. Gonna pay attention to this more.

• The interior designer is a woman. "Louis is missing the 'natural' world" What tree is that again? I'm bad with plants.

• Claudia wrote her name and the year on her first diary. Cute. (But ofc she probably stopped doing that after Loustat read her diaries)

• They arrived in Paris November 14, 1945. A week after Lestat's birthday, fyi. There's a headcanon Armand's (it seems people got it from a wikia, which was taken from an official calendar, but no one has checked that calendar) is November 11.

• They're in Ploiesti in 1941, eating POWs.

• My caption doesn't write it, but Lestat says, "Impossible. Elle est trop jeune." (She's too young) Oh, Louis 😔

• "I just need her not to die". And Lestat probably recalled Louis crying on their bed over not able to have a child, and there they went to doom themselves and Claudia. Anything (because unlike Louis, he knows all the consequences) to keep Louis happy AND stay with him.

• The contrast between Louis' and Claudia's transformation. Lestat doesn't let her to drink much, just enough to turn her. There's no gentleness or anything when Lestat holds her. In fact, the camera stays on his rough hold, highlighting the ugliness of it. Isn't in the books being turned without consent seen akin to rape?

• "Hell demons" lol. I wonder when she got his first diary and when she arrived at that conclusion.

• "It's my new house?" "It is if you want it to be" as if she has another option. Louis, you're so funny.

• Delaying to tell Claudia that she needs to feed on humans. Telling her there's another "choice" than eating humans. Expecting Claudia to feel regret the next day after killing a human. Louis, stop putting your own feelings in her.

• "He has to relay on my words to understand me. Just like humans." "We are a family?" Monsters who have to keep a bit of humanity to get along, who are also playing house like humans.

• You could tell Lestat is already sensitive about being left out in the telepathic conversation since the beginning.

• Claudia witnessing queer relationship for the first time is so amusing lol

• Claudia says ACAB 😌

• This scene doesn't feel "smooth" to me. I don't know if it's the editing or the writing. First, that last line by the cop is too long for such a short action. Second, i think they could pick a better intonation for "not a cop" there. Plus, the placement makes it feel like they almost forgot to put it.

• Claudia needs twice amount of blood than Loustat. She's still energetic when the sleep time comes. Noted.

• "Kill juice" Lestat and Claudia are bonding over vampirism.

• "Have you seen my slippers?" "Under the chair by the window" The domesticity uwu.

• The lines about Lestat talking about Claudia's writing habit are so witty when you remember he canonly writes the Vampire Chronicles books. A platonic kiss for IWTV writers again.

• Claudia's new coffin is called The Feathered Nest. A call back to Louis saying him in Lestat's nest in Ep 2.

• Since the beginning, Claudia likes to ask and figure out things that she doesn't know, while Louis won't say anything to not rock the boat.

• "We try to accustom her to the thought of coming home to God" Oh gosh, Louis is so bad at lying 😭

• Okay, seriously. We know in Ep 2, after Louis is just turned that /at least/ his sight and hearing becomes more sensitive. And in this episode, Claudia can smell the cop's blood from afar. But this lore doesn't consistent with the stinky bodies at their home in Ep 5 and the fact Claudia can stalk Lestat many times (and ofc Claudia and Louis at Antoinette's place in Ep 6 as well). This uncontinuity gives me a headache. OR after they manage to control their senses (Lestat's saying "focus on my voice, a single strain"), their senses basically become normal and only can do more when they willing it? I'm trying to make sense of it here.

• "I miss sleeping with you." So, in good days, they sleep together in Louis' coffin. They /probably/ haven't been doing it since Antoinette thing started (I mean, I wouldn't). That's 8 months. (The sanctioned infidelity narration is on Feb 1917, Claudia started to write her diary in late Sept 1917 and she still sleeps with Louis by that time. Based on this timeline)

• "Sometimes, you gotta be careful where you dig, you understand?" Not to fast forward to S2, but this sounds so ominous.

• Louis in the night with this pink striped shirt 🥰

• "Is that what he's up to when he goes out alone?" No wonder stalking Lestat is the first thing she does after Charlie.

• Do I believe Louis' answer is true? I do, because writing-wise, I don't see there's any reason for Lestat to cheat (as in having a relationship with someone else, because I could see him still making out with humans before eating them) when they keep spending their time together except when Lestat is hunting and Louis and Claudia go out together like in this scene. Plus, unlike in Ep 6, during this era Claudia still follows the no telepathic talking rule. (See: Claudia's "I'll tell Uncle Les you talk to me this way" later) Something, I assume, makes Lestat feel alienated from the two and goes to cheat to find a connection with another on his own. But I digress.

• "Used to caught up in human affairs. Then you."

• Okay, at least Daniel waits Armand to finish his sunnah prayer before interrupting him, though Armand should continue doing his Ashr prayer soon. Anyway, i wish they used adhan that's clearer. I mean, I could only listen the beginning of each phrase, not the end.

• Claudia throwing a thing at Lestat and he barely reacted and proceed to pick it off the floor right away. For a period of time, Claudia is indeed the queen in that house. "This was given to me by a marquis..." If that's from Lestat's father, which makes that a family heirloom, and he gave that to Claudia. That means big for a Provider man like Lestat. (hashtag me and Lestat loved Claudia once propaganda) They are supposed to have 6 years of "good time".

• "When they can't (figuring out their problems), I can always get between them and make it right." Claudia is literally a band-aid. I suppose she helps them communicating because as I said in previous episodes, Loustat tend to not address the real problem, just shift to something that will make them feel better and forget it until it comes up again.

• *S2 spoiler alert* No, never think about how Claudia's interest in acting probably grew from the times Loustat bringing her to watch picture shows and Lestat acting them out in front of them. And in the end, it's what makes her fall into the trap of the troupe easier in S2. No, we're fine.

• "Know what her last words are?" I love her psychopath side, obsessing over last words after being called a devil in one.

• Oh, Grace's inflection when saying "uncle". They have heard a lot of homophobic jabber and satanic accusations from Florence over the years, no doubt.

• This is from Claudia's POV, so it's interesting how she's paying attention and remembers to write it down.

• Louis really has put down his dutiful son and brother "hat" after having a family himself.

• I think this is probably the last time Claudia admits she has a lot in common with Lestat *insert xie lian's idk whether i have to cry or laugh here*

• That scene of Claudia eating the guy is so classic horror, complete with the blood splatter on glass. Love.

• Lestat really brings her to Lovers' Lane without thinking about the effects. He probably thinks because her appetite stays big like a kid, her mind will stay like that forever.

• "I don't remember buying that outfit" Lestat bought all Claudia's outfits ofc. (I don't regard interviews as part of canon, but Sam did say that Louis chose Claudia's outfits)

• My theory: Lestat could notice when Claudia and Louis telepathically speaking if he pays attention to their expressions. I mean, he clearly has a thing for being alienated by telepathic connection (for a good reason, if they adapt that part of the book, cmiiw), so it makes sense if he just can tell.

• THE HORSE IS CALLED BELLA LOL

• She really has a crush on the first good man she meets. So adorable, if not for her monologue

• She knocks the railing every time she walks towards Loustat's room? Oh I would like to know the backstory that causes this rule/habit 👀. But if it's a rule, it's an interesting when you recall Lestat's "Child. Intervening the romance of the parents" or something like that in Ep 6.

• Waiting on balcony just like her father in Ep 1. The writers are strong with their "Evil of my evil" propaganda.

• Claudia figures out how to block people's thoughts since teenager. Louis has never had a reason to do it

• Again, Claudia is such a curious girl. She dives right in with Charlie

• Sorry, but the editing in this episode is kinda sloppy. I keep noticing things 😭

• This connection Claudia has with last words. It's been awhile but I wonder if we'll get to see it again. *S2 spoiler alert* Perhaps Madeleine says something to her before you-know-what. Or Claudia says something to Louis instead. I just love patterns yknow.

• Daniel Hart is just slaying in the background with his music.

• Vampires feel "loose" when they're aroused, which leads to become very bitey.

• That's why she goes to find out how vampirism works right away. Suddenly Lestat can't do what he did to her. She realizes she knows nothing about her current life

• That scene of Lestat and Claudia at the incinerator... Past Louis doesn't know they're burning Charlie and what exactly what Lestat says there. Imagine reading the latter in her diary.

• The transition from Lestat's whole speech about not being close to a mortal to Daniel 🤌🤌🤌

• If Daniel is true that Louis has had all of the diaries in '70s, so my guess Louis doesn't look fine at all in the flashback is right. He's "wearing hats" again.

• I wonder what Louis wanted to say. But knowing him and judging from his reaction to Daniel's brashness, it's something that sugarcoats Claudia's position in their "family"

• The way Claudia knocks the railing but then it goes weaker, she doesn't really care about the houserules or childish habits anymore

• The last scene is a nice hint/nod to you-know-what, but also I once read someone saying that what she does is the equivalent of a teenager doing self-harming when they're depressed, and I can't unsee that anymore. I think that's a spot-on.

• This is the last episode we hear "In Throes in Increasing Wonder" as a closing music btw. You know, the music that represent Loustat's love. They really say we're going downhill

Summary:

For the previous episodes, I always finished my rewatch and tried to figure out what theme of that episode. Of course it's always about Louis because this is Louis' season first and foremost. But for the theme of this episode, I think it's: Louis' first meeting with Claudia and the first time he has failed her. The first part is obvious, the second part, like I said above, Louis only finds how far Lestat's action is to Claudia after he reads her diaries later. I think, he sees that as his first failure to her; unable to stop Lestat making it worse for her. And we will see Claudia criticize this more in Ep 6.

This episodes also shows Louis' misconception about Claudia. He expects Claudia to react the same way to vampirism as he is. And we will see more of this in the later episodes (but of course the most obvious one is in Ep 7)

This episode is in Claudia's POV, but I like to call it "the closest thing to ideal life Louis has ever gotten", at least until Charlie happens. Like Lestat says in the church scene, Louis wears a lot of "hats": being the good son and good executive in charge of their fortune for his family, being the good straight man, being the good savvy businessman for his family and his own people, and later being a good vampire for Lestat. This time, he gets to take most of them, if not all, off and focus himself wholly on Claudia and Lestat, his family. He says himself, Claudia's existense silences all the noise, chaos, the crisis of his former existence. He has a daughter who has literal telepathic connection to him, someone who can know what he feels without saying anything. Someone by whom he doesn't feel being judged because he can know what she thinks. He has a husband who spends most of his time with them as a family. Who takes their daughter together to shop, Louis choosing the stuffs, Lestat paying for it. Who protects their family when they need to fulfill their daughter's needs (see: the buying coffin scene). Who also has a quality time with their daughter, even though it's mostly about killing humans. Unfortunately, it's rigged to burn, because Claudia won't be a child forever despite her body, outgrowning the very particular role Loustat need from her to maintain their play house.

Oh, I almost forgot, I wonder what the arrangement is with Louis' diet during this happy period. He doesn't do as much action as he did in previous episodes and we do see him eating animals still, but it looks like his sex life is thriving. He has control over his emotions pretty well. So, I assume he doesn't starve himself completely. At least, not as bad as he did before. Perhaps, this is one of the problems Claudia says she has "to smooth out". Though we know later she has never said directly to Louis how she actually doesn't completely agree with his diet choice from Episode 7. *S2 spoiler alert* And we know he later decides to eat human every other day to survive their European trip. My long time theory is Lestat manipulates him into drinking from him at least once a week as a solution. (and that's why he's more powerful than his book counterpart when he's not completely starving himself) 🤔

By the way, since this is the middle of the season, I'd like to say I think this is overall my least favorite episode so far. Mostly from the technical side, but I still love how they sprinkle hints of Claudia's own personality. I think my most favorite episode overall is Ep 1. I just love how their built Louis' personality in it. The performance is crazy, and the directing set the tone of the rest of the season. The directing in Ep 3 is top notch as well, especially towards the end. You really could feel the growing tension. The writing weaving all this history and race problem into Louis' personal life is genius as well.

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #rewind the tape #vampterview #iwtvfanevents #tw rape mention #tw ED mention #moi.txt

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lipglossanon · 1 year

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OMG MY TUMBLR KEEPS CRASHING WHILE IM TRYING TO TYPE THIS OUT RAAHHHH anyways, i saw this edit earlier of a re4r mod that like, adjusts the camera and so there’s this one clip where u can see leon just straight up manspreading and it was so hot HES SO HOT i just wna sit on his lap and cockwarm the shit outta him, you feel me?

and ofc this is gna turn into another thirst for stepbro leon bc why else wld i be here 🤭 i just imagine like, leon trying to study for college exams or smth and reader is laying on his bed, scrolling on her phone, bored out of her mind before suddenly feeling that familiar neediness springing up when she looks over at leon, sat at his desk, studying his books and notes, man spreading a lil in his chair and looking so studious, and asks, “leon..can you take a break? i need you” she says while pouting but only gets a, “no, sweetheart, i’m sorry, but finals are coming up” (this just reminded me that i have finals coming up too NOOOO💔💔💔) and ofc she’s whining and making somewhat of a fuss abt it but is just getting ignored by him which slightly annoys her before she tosses her phone aside and gets him, crawling under his arms and sitting in his lap. at this point, leon just lets her do it since she isn’t really doing much. right? WRONG. she starts to quietly whine in his ear, talking abt how much she needs him and it gets to the point that it’s annoying him that he eventually grabs her by her throat with a mean glare and a slight squeeze

“you wanna be a needy slut, huh? want my cock so bad?”

and she just nods eagerly, thinking she finally got her way as he pulls his pants down, pulls her shorts and panties down to just hang off her ankle before sliding his cock into her already soaking wet hole before cooing at her with mock sympathy, “there, happy?” but she’s just too cockdrunk to pick up on it as she nods and tries to move against him, but before she can even move so much as an inch, he’s holding her hips harshly and bruises are probably going to show up later

“you have my cock, now be a good girl and sit still, or you won’t get anything”

and she’s on the verge of crying out about how unfair he’s being before she sees the look in his eyes, as if daring her to disobey him before she meekly nods and tries her best to not move around as leon goes back to studying, thrusting up occasionally just to get a little reaction out of her before going completely still again

😵‍💫😵‍💫 brainrot, SORRY IF ITS NOT GOOD I AM NOT A WRITER😓😓 i was also having thoughts abt exec!leon fucking virgin!reader bc i can not get that one part of the fic outta my head..but that’s gna hv to wait for another time bc i hv a 5 page rough draft to write for my writing class tomorrow😀😀👍

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🪷 anon, never apologize for writing because you’re brain has beautiful thoughts 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 (and like a link to that mod vid—for scientific purposes of course 😌 😜 )

And you wanna know what’s insane?? I’m literally in the middle of writing a cockwarming fic for stepdad Leon 😱 so surprise I guess *jazz hands* 😜

But oof Stepbro Leon making her sit there while he studies for finals 🥴 🥴 I’m gonna have to take this and add it to my list (which is predominantly Stepbro Leon; he got everyone in a chokehold 🤤)

Haha no worries!! Thank you for sharing cause that’s so hot like it’s not even funny 🥵 🥵 and exec Leon is way more popular than I thought he’d be (very pleasantly surprised! 💜) and good luck with your rough draft!!! 💕

#🪷 anon #stepbro!leon s kennedy #stepcest #lipglossanswers #lipglossanon

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Secrets In The Dark

Sooooo, I wrote another drabble set in Aldreda’s backstory. It's not not a sequel to the last one, but there's probably a couple months between them. Also it's from her shitty cousin's POV, so content warning for being in the brain of the guy actively deciding he wants to groom a 13-year-old. Fully understand that not being something everyone will want to read, I just needed to expunge my soul of the idea I had. Anyway, felt slimy after completing this & again while editing so I'm gonna plan nice things now

Aldreda Tag | AO3 Series | Other Flashback Drabble

Stars blinked above in the great expanse of black as water gently sloshed against the sides of the longship, making it rock and softly creak as it sat still in the waters of The Sunset Sea. Westley groaned as he sat up. His arm was numb from having laid his head on it for so long, and The Sharp’s eighth son had rolled over enough to be on the edge of the blankets he’d wrapped around himself to keep out the cold and the wet and offer some cushion between himself and the hard planks of the ship. If it weren’t for the cold glint of a blade in the dark, and the shadow of Beorn Merlyn’s form huddled near the port side of the hull, he would have pushed the ship boy further away from him. He didn’t want to risk shoving him into one of the other men and waking up more people before he could talk to him.

Westley stretched, working limberness back into his shoulders and arms before pushing himself up and stepping over the sleeping man at arms that lay between him and the huddled form near the hull. Beorn's posture stiffened, and he watched Westley with hard, dark blue eyes. He didn’t move, the knife in his hand pausing in its work against whatever silly little trinket he’d been whittling to pass the time. A good bit of shavings crunched under Westley’s boot when he stepped in front of Beorn; he’d been at this a while it would seem. He crouched down before his man, arms rested on his knees and a manic grin on his face.

“Hope you’re not planning a mutiny with that.” He tried to keep his tone light as he inclined his head towards the knife, hoping his words would be taken as a jest. Beorn had been a good friend to him, loyal and true and willing to listen to his orders in spite of being a few years older than him. Westley had been just as true to Orwen, and he’d loved his older cousin like a brother…but that did not mean his loyalties to his cunt uncle’s now-dead son outweighed those to his own father, The True Farwynd. Such caveats to loyalty existed in everyone, even the fourth son of The Merlyn sent off to serve ‘one of those crazy Farwynds out in their lighthouse.’

“Not planning anything…unless you do something.” Beorn’s gaze faltered, unable to hold Westley’s unblinking eye contact, and he mumbled the second part.

“Do something?” his grin relaxed, and true humor played at the edges of his voice this time, “Where’s that coming from?”

Beorn’s eyes darted towards the sleeping figure curled up between him and the hull, and he followed the other man's gaze. Aldreda. Westley looked back from his cousin, fair and vulnerable, to his man. He said nothing, his smile fading to blank neutrality.

Beorn shifted under his near-black gaze, anxiety dripping from him like water off the oars. His hushed whispers came out as a desperate plea, “I know we've never cared, but she is too much risk, Westley!”

He didn't say anything, continuing to just stare at Beorn. The other man swallowed, and he rubbed his thumb over one of the rough edges of the half-formed carving in his hand. “I know The Farwynd said to do what you wish, but that was more for her than you. It had to have been, and you know that.”

“Beorn.” Westley’s low voice was cold and stern, a warning to shut his stupid blabbering mouth. He did not heed it.

“Westley, you cannot touch her. If you take her maidenhead, The Farwynd will have you stripped naked and thrown into the walrus rookery slathered in clam juice at best, and during their rut at worst. Naga's Bones, Orwen even–”

Before Beorn could continue, he grabbed his jaw, holding so tightly that he winced. Westley’s brother-in-arms didn’t need to be brought into this. A dead man had no business in his affairs, especially if his words were still being honored. The honoring was not how he meant it in life, but it was still happening.

“And your plan for if I touch Aldreda is what, exactly? To cut off the fingers I put in her and present them to The Farwynd? To take off my cock and throw it in the ocean? To betray House Farwynd and kill your captain?”

Beorn did not respond, probably because he could not. Still, Westley searched his face as he held fast to his blocky jaw, fingers pressing hard into the bone. It was uncomfortable for him as well, but there was a malicious sort of pleasure in the discomfort on his man’s face while he tried to impart his thoughts without words.

“You only care because Aldreda is special…which is why you have nothing to worry about.” An easy smile spread across Westley’s face as Beorn’s thick brows furrowed with confusion. He let go of him, and patted his cheek as the other man tried to work some amount of comfort back into his jaw.

“Aldreda is special,” he reiterated, careful to continue keeping his voice low, “which is why no one will have her. There will be a proper time, of course, but that is for me. When she is six and ten I will make sure that in these three years she has learned that she’s mine. Your only job, Beorn, is to ensure that Aldreda hears and knows nothing of anyone else. I have needs, you understand, and they are none of her business. Her only business is taking what I give her, when I give it to her; training, raiding experience, love as Orwen’s sister, and one day as my woman. Promise me you’ll do this.”

There was still that same confused sort of concern on his face when he started to respond, “Westley–”

He frowned, quietly furious, and moved his hand from Beorn’s cheek, to his neck. Westley hauled him up onto his feet by the scruff, and the knife and hunk of wood clattered to the floor of the longship as they were dropped in the process of being dragged to the hull. He bent Beorn over the edge, the other man’s face barely above the black brine.

Westley loomed over him as he spoke again, his words coming out through gritted teeth. “If you do not swear to make sure all she knows is that I waited for her–”

“Westley?!”

The rustling of waking bodies and Aldreda’s worried cry saw Westley leaning forward, dunking Beorn’s head into the sea, and grabbing his upper arm to get a better hold on him. With a grunt of put on effort, he pulled him back up and away from the hull. Beorn coughed and sputtered over the water that had gotten in his mouth and up his nose as all that salt soaking his hair and the collar of his tunic dripped down and softly pattered onto the floor of the longship.

“There you go,” he put on a show of straightening his tunic and caring for his waterlogged man, “you have to be more careful!” Beorn's eyes met Westley’s for a moment, angry and disbelieving, before ultimately a look of resignation crossed his face.

“I will…I promise.” When he spoke, the words were horse and brought about another coughing fit.

“What happened? Beorn, are you alright?”

“He tripped.” The lie fell easily from Westley’s lips as Beorn coughed into his fist, and Aldreda and Vickon and other men looked on with concern.

“I am fine,” Beorn rasped, “I got pulled out before anything too bad.”

“Vickon, get something for him to dry off.”

“Aye, Westley!” The Sharp’s son scrambled to gather something at least mostly dry for Beorn as the men all mocked or checked on him, stretching and then easing back into the spots where they’d been sleeping. After a moment, Beorn went to Vickon’s side to dry off, leaving only Aldreda and Westley by he hull

“Beorn is usually so sure-footed.”

“Everyone has their moments, and it is a good thing I was up to see his. Best to not be down a man, we will need everyone once we hit the coast. House Reyne’s land is rich with plunder.”

“So that is where we’re going?” There was a sparkle of excitement in her black eyes, and a wild grin pulled at the corners of her mouth. Naga’s Bones, Westley wanted her now; wanted to see how that grinning mouth would feel around his cock. It wasn't the right time though, he wanted her to want it as much as he did.

“It is,” Westley returned her grin and tucked some of her hair behind her ear, “I thought you deserved something big for your first raid.” Her cheek felt warm when his fingers brushed it, and something soft entered her smile.

“Get back to sleep, Aldreda. We'll talk about the plans tomorrow.”

“Right…good night, Westley.”

A smug sort of satisfaction filled Westley’s chest as Aldreda did as he bid her. It wasn't much, not yet, but the willingness was there; his work could be done in three years.

#my writing #fic: a fair and handsome seal lord #ocs #oc: aldreda farwynd #westley farwynd i am in your walls #i mean i love when a villain is truly A Villain & is evil & knowngly do shitty things #but also this man needs to be jailed #the way this man is so self aware & so fucking delusional at the same time #asoiaf oc

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2024 February Media Post Thingy : Featuring Movies Also

I've never really liked doing editing " do-overs". i think if this was like a normal year with no leaping ( As of starting this post a couple of minutes ago ( 4:51 PM ) , i only just learned that this year was a leap year? Just goes to show how little i pay attention..! But yea, on topic, on topic, i don't look back to edit these kind of thought pieces after i write them, it'd feel odd to do so, ,and january's post was a mile and a half to write , so, after finishing the Big Thing for this year, i'm starting the writing on this on the 28th so i dont have to finish it all in one sitting this time. I'm not sure when i'll drop or pick up on it, and its not like, done Live with the month, so the actual timeline of things won't be completely perfectly accurate, but anyways : the things covered here are in rough sequencial order, mostly focused around New Media i've tried this month, with an added blurb about anything ive revisited this year at the very end. I'll try to add a blurb about everything, but no guarentees. Also, i said i'd have more screenshots to share, but i forgot again. A significant number of games here were also on 3ds which i have no good way to get screenshots for. planning is hard This month was heavily characterized by the absolutely wonderful time i had for my birthday and the days surrounding it, because wow, am i in love with my boyfriend! after many, many months spent long distance, i'm extremely glad to say that the first few days of this month were absolutely heavenly, and i do absolutely "get" all the lovey dovey emotional stuff that surrounds it. While he was over, we got to watch a whole bunch of different movies and such, and most of the video game focus was directed towards one big game, being God Of War Ragnarok, which is an absolute behemoth of a triple a game and also one aattached to the very sentimental god of war that i've also shared with him in the past ( they're some of his favorite games of all time, and he's especially knowledge on Norse stuff, so it's cute to listen to him ramble about it whenever actual mythology stuff comes up. Its absolutely adorable the way his voice lights up..! ) So, you'd expect the first piece of media i got through this month would be God of War Ragnarok, after all the time i've spent hyping it up already, while it's still fresh in my mind as of typing, And i'm on a massive, sentimental tangent on it, But...! TRUMP VS ILLUMINATI < Least Romantic Movie I've Personally Made Out With Someone Over >

theres not all that much to say on this movie as the title'd show, actually, and, obviously, the movie's a complete joke, through and through ( the titular protagonist isn't even the real deal, he's just a clone of the guy who lives on mars for whatever reason as the last human alive (?) ); and it's so ameturishly put together that i'm almost certain the entire scripting process of it was put together by looking at the title of the movie and quipping in a discord call brainstorming for a couple of hours, but it's absolutely great for virgining couples beccause you'll want to watch the movie for a bit, a bit that's been going on for i want to say little over three quarters of a year, but then, when you actually get to watching, it, you'lll both decide unilaterally to make out sloppy style instead of watching the movie, wow!

by the way, most of the movie is just weird little stock models talking at each other for what i rememeber being 50 or so minutes. i dont tihnk this is a good movie buut i thought itd be funny to bring up because in a shirtless daze after watching it i had the mortifying realization that this shitty movie was gonna be on the top of my media diary if i chose to go through with it . so here it is ! ! ! CATS & DOGS < tulpa movie >

idk what to blurb about this movie i think its entertainment value comes from the varied" WHAT DOES THIS IMPLYYY " moments in the movie and how like

excessively silly it is im not sure if it was this movie in particular but i have a very specific anecdote of this movie as a child before my parents divorce where i was actually Forced to watch it for some reason with my dad and with an anecdote like that the only thing i can think to say about it is that i think i actually enjoyed it more then Wonka theres some puppetry with the cat villain in this movie thats actually pretty endearing actually. its a decently entertaining spy movie. DOCTOR STRANGE

not having a title for this one isnt like reverence or anything i still watched this with my boyfriend in our little place and it was very enjoyable, and, in particualr, this was actually the first movie i watched of this list that i actually wanted to seek out to watch, actually! i've never been an mcu guy ( And, if you expect my movie reviews to professionalize, with like, research on the actors anything, you're dead wrong, i think , also. i think when it comes to assosiating characters with their actors or whatever celebrity or director or whatever, i just. .dont do that. i can see why normal people do but i dont have that built into me. so if i refer to a character it'll be for their character. ) i think this is a good movie i think this is a neat movie i think this a very pretty movie and i like mister stranges arch alot and i think it was really well characterized and enjoyable and id watch this movie again sometime maybe. im not a live action head but i think this movie just looks cool and is well presented in general. i think as an asshole mister strange is very watchable which is unusal for me cus i wince whenever characters do a thing thats like regrettable like noooo dont do that like an autistic weirdo but that wasnt really a problem with me for this movie i think its cool how this prick gets grounded by the fantastical shit in the movie and i think his little mini arch over the movie really stands out as a good character piece. thats all i have to say about it as someone who doesnt super hero movie this movie movies really good and stands on its own. i think its cool. i think this is a very enjoyable movie. i think people should watch it if theyre on the fence on it beingg mcu bc i dont think its like thoose other movies at all. im repeating myself. w/e Alot of early febuaary is characterized by movies bc i want to make it clear that the main game i played in that arch of time was God of War, and there were very much Not Media things that were more pressing for my time. lol VIDEO GAMES!!!! VIDEOVERSE < Most Heartwarming Eboy Game >

the docism i picked for this game sounds demeaning but thhis game is absolutely worth i think everyones time and if theres a game from febuary i'd make as a general reccomendation to my friends, it'd be this one, i think! it's an absolutely heartwarming narrative about an early 2000s era internet community that's being shut down, and its very resonant to at least Me, as a wii u / 3ds era fan

though it kinda melds that kinda stuff with a more early internet aestetic , which i think the combo works Really Well in terms of like vibe alone. the game is very naked with how it presents an early internet community and id describe it as being like hypnospace outlaw but without you the player being in the seat of like an internet moderator. Like you can moderate in the game a little bit but it's much less of a focus compared to the being in a game community with your friend aspect

this games a very well executed narrative about this emmet guy ( in the image above this one, he's on the far left of the screen ) and playing it as the first non GOW game of the week was definitely a choice i made that made me kinda sappy and clingy ( since its very much about the internet anxiety of losing a bunch of friends you care about due to dumb internet social media crap, which feels pretty well timed with this whole tumblr drama going on. also, as someone in a long distance relationship, the romance thing in this game also is pretty relatable in parts )

idk! its a very short game. i played it on deck and it was a very short but sweet pair of game sessions. i think if u like what you see here i reccomend giving it a shot if you're looking for a visual novel . ithink it is cute. if you like cute things this game is for Cute PRINCESS REMEDY IN A WORLD OF HURT < cute em' up where nobody has to die ! >

i actually falsely appraised this as gameboy color style when its supposed to be dos evokative. i knew i was missing something.

this is a free top down shmup game from steam about a cute healer girl! the game has really cute writing and is about an hour long. i think the writing makes it worth giving a try if you have an afternoon! the final boss is litearlly a guy with Every Disease that also has a refrence to ff6, so me being charmed by this game was kind of a given. Oops! I think more people should look at this game! it's worth it !

also, since everyone in the world of hurt has some kind of injury for you to remedy, some of the ones that get picked out are pretty amusing, also. its usually structured around " heres the problem with me " dialogue and " thank goodness im better " dialogue. this game is also for the gays because u can marry whoever you want after the credits. Yay! SUPER MONKEY BALL 3D < worst game icon ive ever seen for a video game award >

the games just kind of mediocre and the only reason i downloaded it is bc it was on 3ds and i just want to point out the games icon is Just a low resolution picture of ai ais face on a white bg. i think thats funny but the games so easy that thats pretty much the only novelty you'll extract of it if youre a monkey ball fan. oops .

something like this ive spent longer trying to find this games home menu icon then thinking about the game after playing it sorry i dodnt think this game is worth that just kind of sad

MEGAMAN XTREME

no reverence for this either pretty much all the games thatre gonna be talked about thatre on 3ds were just me looking through hshop slightly interested in something to do while waiting for my bf to wake up for more gow

all i can really say is that this game is a gameboy demake of the x games thats just slightly worse and going in with that expectation is correct but also its just Really annoying sometimes is very much a game where the levels are short and easy and the boss fights are kind of choppily designed and difficult and i think finishing this game was kind of more of an act of stubbornness then anything. theres this one boss second to last from sigma thats just killing this boss that spams 4 nearly undodgable spammy fast projectiles while you're on two tiny platforms over death spikes and i think that kind of speaks for how much id reccomend this ( not at all ) i think this is the angriest ive been at a game in a bit actually remembering it . i think i said a funny misnomer about it but i dont remember. something about this contributing to why mega man fucking died or something. im realizing i didnt actually consume alot of good media this month took a break writing this on leap day and umm FIRE EMBLEM WARRIORS ( The 3ds version ) < POPCORN VIDEO GAME >

as someone whose never played a dynasty warriors type game this was actually a little less boring then i was expecting it ? you'd assume picking the switch or wii u version would be more ideal, but, as someone whose favorite console is the 3ds , and considering it'd take less time to download to my system, i ended up picking this version. it actually runs pretty well and my only real complaint is that the character i wanted to play as is thuroughly stuck into the post game ( Celica from FE echoes ).

functionally this is kind of just a game that exists to be a stim device while you're in like a voice call or something but at that its pretty good from what ive played. used minerva for most of it and it wasnt too hard but not especially annoying either. its okay. i never got to unlock celica though ( bummed out ) and its not bad at all for somemthing i pretty much only played to pass the time between when my BF was awake to watch me play god of war, which it succeeded at. ive played every FE naturally available on the 3ds. TOM AND JERRY WILL WONKA & THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY

huh what happened howd this happen

guh MARIO MAKER 3DS

game i actually owned legitimately that i forgot i did. technically since the games are going down in a month from now this is my way on reminicing on Maker in general , but i mostly just reflected back on itt as a cute wii u memory and that cute packet that comes boxed with the game. the 100 or so challenge levels in this are neat but not Especially special. kind of existed to pad out the games i've tried and finished this year so far to an even 15. its not bad or anything, it did remind me of a few interactions i didnt know about before. maybe sometime before maker 2 goes down ill finish making that super world i started on when the game was new... putting all my thoughts togetherrrrr GOD OF WAR RAGNAROK

Igod of war ragnarok is pretty cool. for context, im pretty sure the first game of the i wanna say ps4 " duo " of norse GOW games are the two video games that both started me on my ps4 journey recently and got me and my boyfriend together? which i think is very sweet its also very unexpected cus other then being a soft mythology nut i dont see how id get into these kinds of games naturally, considering i'm less genre savvy when it comes to i guess " modern-style " story focused 3d adventures. Considering i'm a nintendo head, these could count as some of the only super duper gamerhead games i've ever played? though i don't know if it means anything when i say that . i think this game definitely needs the groundwork of the first gow to stand up, but, thats not a bad thing, its a very well thought out start to end NARRATIVE, and its a really good one at that. lots of well thought out character interactions and setpieces,a friend of mine described it as a universal ride-style game , and , in terms of linearity, it kind of IS that, but in like the most postive way i can think of in terms of the kinds of games i play , this is probably the drop-dead most prettiest game i've ever looked at from start to finish ( When it comes to detail and realism, i mean. .i think its very pretty to just look at the environments n stuff ) god of war ragnarok is pretty cool. for context, im pretty sure the first game of the i wanna say ps4 " duo " of norse GOW games are the two video games that both started me on my ps4 journey recently and got me and my boyfriend together? which i think is very sweet its also very unexpected cus other then being a soft mythology nut i dont see how id get into these kinds of games naturally, considering i'm less genre savvy when it comes to i guess " modern-style " story focused 3d adventures. Considering i'm a nintendo head, these could count as some of the only super duper gamerhead games i've ever played? though i don't know if it means anything when i say that . i think this game definitely needs the groundwork of the first gow to stand up, but, thats not a bad thing, its a very well thought out start to end NARRATIVE, and its a really good one at that. lots of well thought out character interactions and setpieces,a friend of mine described it as a universal ride-style game , and , in terms of linearity, it kind of IS that, but in like the most postive way i can think of in terms of the kinds of games i play , this is probably the drop-dead most prettiest game i've ever looked at from start to finish ( When it comes to detail and realism, i mean. .i think its very pretty to just look at the environments n stuff ) ( I have screenshots of the game on my ps4, but as i'm a day late to uploading this in the first place, i'm too lazy to both fetch them with my capture card and upload them to an image sharing site, so here's a picture of Jalla, a cute cow critter you get to ride in the game thaat made me very happy . )

I've heard of games that take up entire segments of people's lives for months , and while i've played lots of " longer " games, gow despite being shorter then something like SMT 4 is definitely one of the first games i've played thats been defined like that to me. i dont wanna say too much on the plot because i think these games are worth playing back to back on their own merits, though for me the experience definitely was raised above by , you know, sharing it with the love of my life, haha. its very cute to listen to someone visibly light up when talking about a game and its definitely my boyfriends infectiousness for the game that motivated me to keep coming back to it and dig for all the little details, even if i play 3d games like this like a game's journalist.... but yea god of war is really good i dont want to spoil anything on it but even if you haavent played the past games but have a ps4 and an appreciation for storytelling, i'd definitely reccomend it. Surprisingly cozy, heartfelt story on parenting and war and lingering regret n junk. also i like mimir alot hes silly and brok theres alot of characters in this i like alot

if you know you know TERMINATOR 2

oh yea i watched terminator 2 also very gripping very cool top moms in media for sure i can see why this is a classic movie it abosluely rocks and i was technically present for the voice call where they watched the first movie but i wasnt paying attention to it at all whoops thats technically the last of the new media i did but i also tried out a pokemon X nuzlocke and i replayed king of cards which was really fun and i remembered how much i liked madam meeber

the nuzlocke was a disaster but i actually did do it so winner

im sure there was other stuff too but im tired of typing and i forgot CLICKING SEND!!!!!

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i'm struggling to see how the script has anything in our favour... pls give me a hand you're my fav st blog and i always reread your posts when i have doubts but nothing is working rn lol

Okay—first off, and probably most importantly: scripts are not law. You cannot and should not take the script more seriously than anything you see on screen, given that its more a starting document that has to be edited and brought to life, not the show in and of itself.

Taking what is in a script and saying "oh no, we lost because THE SCRIPT said" would be like your professor throwing out your final paper, pulling out one of your earlier rough drafts, and saying "THIS is what I need to take most seriously and grade for concepts and final ideation...rather than their final product," with all your incomplete notions, underdeveloped concepts, and even things you realize later didn't work for making your final (actual) points included...which is what people are doing when they take a script more seriously than what they see on screen.

Just like it would make no goddamn sense to do that with an essay, so there's no reason to do it with a script....ESPECIALLY when we know that The Duffers are 1) more collaborative than a lot of creators (there are some directors where the script is law...Matt & Ross just aren't those directors), 2) there are quite literal obvious changes that happened between script and screen between The Piggyback script and The Piggyback itself, and 3) WRITING is not the medium this story is being told in—its television and film.

Scripts should only ever been looked at for the sake of understanding the starting concepts and ideas that M&R were trying to convey + learning their style/tone of writing, given that what was on that page eventually evolved through collaboration & editing to better convey a more cohesive, thematically comprehensive and even complex story on the screen (and the several mediums other than writing that make up a show that aren't writing) itself. Period full stop.

NOW. (cut because image heavy/script breakdown)

Maybe i'm just inoculated to any true doubt at this point, but: I fail to see what happened in this script that we didn't already know? Or...what would inspire so much doubt?

If its about the monologue, we knew already that Mike said he loved her, and if you read the script back in the version we got...El was literally pale, covered in blood, and losing consciousness as Mike was speaking...and holding onto his words like a lifeline because that's what you do when you're being choked to death. The cues in the moments around what Mike says make that clear as day:

Trying to imagine this scene holds any romantic connotations (in the form in the script, because, again, the script is not what ended up on screen) with these cues is like saying someone drowning in a pool wouldn't cling to the words of person trying to save them from the water, or "find strength" to keep trying to live...even if that person was a stranger.

There's nothing inherently romantic about holding onto someone like a lifeline, which is what this script delineates El doing...with a complete absence of positive "romantic" connotations in her or Mike's (or even ANYONE ELSE'S) responses to what's going on in the moment. Everybody literally thinks she's gonna die—and Mike is just saying whatever motivational thing he thinks is gonna get her to use her powers to stop herself from dying...after Will encourages him to use his leadership ability to help her out.

That...is what happened, both in the script and on screen (though the screen version is arguably WAY worse for romantic mlvn...which is a "good" thing if you choose phrase it like that)—

—and given that we have not one, but two different "romantic (or sexual) tension" moments written in this script as well, its really clear that the intention of the monologue was different than the others.

Even the scene where Argyle calls mike "Romeo" is more romantic-coded than that little monologue...and instead of lovebirds who get their moment like Lucas and Max, we immediately cut to Will being sad about it, which means we weren't allowed to just be happy about their little "flirty" moment anyway.

....like? This is just an ask so I'm not gonna go hard in on it (or comb over 127 pages again) but??? If the script gave you any doubt over what we've spent an entire year breaking down the show itself, the most important thing you can do is put it back in its correct context.

We're fine. Nothing changed. Everything is the same as it was yesterday morning, the canon of the show is still the canon, and the release of this was a rough ideation draft shared for the Emmys and not the final product we all drew our conclusions from.

I just. I guess I hope that helps you lmao. Also, I probably won't be doing any further breakdowns of this script though I did already pull some things I enjoyed before.

Thanks for the ask!

#i'll be so real and say I don't understand doubt coming off this script at all but. Like I hope this helps even on iota lmao #asks

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I want to touch you/Robin BuckleyxFemReader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Tags: rough kissing, praise kink, secret crush, Lesbian sex, fingering

Authors note: so since stranger things season 4 just came out and since its pride month I think Robin deserves some fucking hype since she is one of my favorite lgbtq+ representation. Also I wrote this very late at night so it's not edited and is kinda short and super plain and quick so I apologize. so yeah, enjoy. also there will be more of her in the future.....

“You��ll be fine, right?” my mother asked me, as she pulled up to Robin’s house. I rolled my eyes at her protectiveness. “Yes mom, it’s just Robin” I said, adjusting my jean jacket. She sighed and responded “okay, be safe. I love you Y/n.” I smiled at her and replied with “I love you too mom, and again it’s just Robin. She’s literally harmless.” If only I knew. I opened the busted up car door, and slammed it shut, holding my book bag close to my chest. Suddenly my mom drove away with a worried smile, but I didn’t care. Robin was my friend and I loved her like a sister. Whatever my mother was implying because she’s a lesbian was wrong, because Robin would never do anything. As I walked up to her front door, a lump caught in my throat. When Robin opened the door she smiled and gave me a quick and simple hug before directing me to her tiny room.

I always felt cramped here when I stayed, but it wasn’t like my house was really any bigger than Robins. When we got to her room she shut the door behind her and attempted to lock it so her parents wouldn’t interrupt, drunk. After she finished she finally sat down on her bed. “So, Y/n. What do you wanna do?” Robin asked, shifting on the bed closer to me. “We can watch a movie. I brought more vhs tapes” I suggested, but Robin groaned dramatically. “Or….we can I guess play a game” I added. Robin's mood changed dramatically, “yes! Perfect!” I let out a chuckle as I stared into her blue eyes. They were so pretty, I could get lost in them for centuries.

“Wanna play truth or dare?” Robin suggested for a game, I nodded eagarily, the last time we played Dustin and Steve kissed. It was priceless. But they both couldn’t come, Dustin was on a family vacation and Steve was working double shift and wouldn’t be here till later. Loser. After I nodded in agreement, Robin told me to ask her truth or dare. So I did. “Robin, truth or dare?” I asked her, and she responded with “dare.” This was my time to shine. I’ve secretly had a crush on Robin for a few weeks, but was too shy to say anything. But this dare would be my time to shine. “You have to say yes to what I’m gonna ask, okay?” I told Robin, and she nodded eagerly waiting for the dare.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked, Robin’s face fell in shock.

The color drained from my face, I hid my face with my hands repeating “oh no.” But then soft delicate hands took my hands and removed them from my face. “Yes” she smiled, and my face lit up in surprise. Robin sat directly across from me and sank into her soft sheets. Her soft plump lips hit mine and as my eyes fluttered closed, I instantly melted away into another universe. She pulled away slowly, making a pucker noise as our lips parted. I stared at Robin in disbelief. “Was that real?!” I exclaimed, she giggled and nodded. I sighed and fell back onto the bed. “Did you really mean it” I asked Robin, silence broke out. I wanted to scream, what if she didn’t mean it, what if- But all paused when Robin replied with “yes, I did mean it. Did you?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, chuckling, tears filled my eyes. I saw Robin’s face blush up completely, a dark shade of red all over her cheeks. I leaned in once again and kissed Robin softly, making sure to cup her face. I gently tipped her back on the bed, deepening the kiss more. I flipped over on Robin so I was laying on top of her, kissing her. She slipped her tongue through my mouth and basically explored my mouth, brushing every edge and scooping up any salvia she could get. She flipped me over till I was on the bottom, my back on the bed. Robin started to kiss down my jawline, and then worked her way down my neck. Sucking on the sweet flesh of my neck, leaving hickies.

I leaned my head up and started kissing Robin’s jawline, as she worked her way down my neck and to my collarbone. She kissed the skin on my bone, the touch sending spine tingles. Robin whispered “I want to touch you” then followed with “so bad, can I?” A moan escaped out of my mouth, as I nodded lazily. Wanting more connection between us, as she started to take off my jean jacket. Then followed with my tank top, till I was left in my plain black bra. Robin gawked at my breasts, and a blush creeped up against my skin. I helped by unclasping my bra, till my breasts fell out of my bra. My nipples, hard from the chill air.

Robin cupped my right breast in her hand, kneading it in her hand, as she sucked on my left nipple. Swirling it in her mouth, she looked up at me and I looked down at her as I laid back on the bed. Robin smirked up at me, and I let out a whimper at the sight of her eyes glued on me. My back arched at the feeling of her mouth latched on my nipple, swirling and swirling around the bud. Then she did the same treatment to the other one. Swiping her tongue over my bud, and swirling it around in a slow motion. Robin finally pulled away and motioned to my pants. I nodded, whimpering as I did. She pulled down my pants and underwear in one quick motion, leaving me utterly naked under her view.

Then Robin took off her shirt and pants till she was in just a bra and a pair of underwear. She hovered over me and planted a kiss on my lips before returning to the bottom of the bed and started kissing the insides of my thighs. Sucking on the softness of my upper thighs. I groaned in pleasure, as she edged closer and closer to my wet core that glistened in the fluorescent lights hanging above us. Then without even realizing after a moment of nothing a long swipe of Robin’s tongue was felt on my slit. I arched my back and moaned very loudly in pleasure.

“Aw, so wet for me?” whispered Robin, as she leaned back up to ear. Then went back down between my legs, Robin said to spread my legs further and further till the muscle stretched between my thighs. I groaned in pain, but iI was still getting treatment from Robin with every swipe and kitten lick on my slit and core. I felt like I was in heaven, I was utterly amazed at the wonders her tongue could do. But I couldn't tell her that, because of how wide my mouth was and how I was covering it up with my hand to keep her parents out of her room or growing suspicious.

I held onto Robin’s hair, pulling the brown locks out of her face. She appreciated it, and told me that by inserting two digits into my core, liquids dripped from my sopping cunt, as she thrusted her fingers in-and-out of me. The faster she went the closer I was getting to cumming. As she kept pushing her fingers in-and-out of me, she started to rub my clit, in slow small circles then gradually getting more aggressive by the second.

My stomach started to coil and I have never felt more full in my entire life, Robin’s fingers were thick and manly, so they filled my entrance right where I needed it. I felt my heart beating faster and faster until I finally released all over Robin’s fingers. As she took them out, I breathed heavy pants, as she cleaned me up, lciking up all the liquids that poured out of my cunt. “Now it's your turn” I said sternly, still out of breath. “No, just you tonight, baby” Robin responded, passionately kissing me, as I sat up and laid with Robin on her bed, naked and happy. I know we just confessed our love for each other (well sort of) but this felt like the right thing to do.

Then out of nowhere there was a knock on the door, me and Robin both panicked, our hearts dropping out of our stomachs. “It’s Harrington,” Steve called from outside the door. As me and Robin quickly dressed ourselves I couldn’t help but smile the whole entire time. I felt so happy that Robin liked me as much as I liked her. Finally Robin opened the door for Steve. “You both have some explaining to do,” Steve said. Me and Robin both stifled a chuckle.

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davnittbraes · 1 year

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The Second Step - Chapter Nine

Part of The World Is Light, Embodied.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3100

Warnings etc: PLEASE READ. I AM ALL CAPSING FOR A REASON. THERE ARE GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MURDER AND BLOOD IN THIS CHAPTER.

For those of you who want to skip it, I have indicated the beginning and end of the extremely graphic section with this: ----------

Other warnings: emotional trauma, anxiety, mention of past depression, panic attacks, implied sexual abuse

Notes: This is a ROUGH chapter, but these things need to happen in order for Reader and Mando to truly move forward. Somebody please send me cute fluffy things I need a hug after editing this.

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It’s strange how the passage of time can change depending on the situation.

Suns rise and set. Planets spin at the exact same pace as they have for eons. Even the universe expands with a growth that is measurable down to the tiniest increment.

Yet time seems to speed up during periods of happiness and joy - days, months and even years passing within what feels like the briefest of moments.

And it can also slow to a pace that rivals nothing else in existence, the steady beats that indicate its movement seeming to pause under the weight of emotions like fear and dread.

If someone were to find a way to reverse that effect, they’d be kriffing rolling in credits.

The last two hours have been the longest of your life, and time doesn’t seem to be moving any faster even though the ship is now parked on a landing pad in Junkfort Station’s industrial sector.

You’ve been working up the nerve to tell Mando. You had said you would, after Takodana - promised you’d tell him if you were ever in a situation where your past might cause trouble. But you’ve spent literal years blocking out anything and everything to do with Junkfort Station, fighting to suppress the memories that threaten to pull you back into that dark place once again. Any acknowledgement of your connection to it feels like letting those memories win, somehow.

So you’ve been avoiding Mando. Like a coward.

The kid coos, drawing your attention. He’s looking up at you from the nest of blankets you’ve yet again made into your bunk in the far corner of the hold. That same place you’d set up when you first joined them, then packed up before you’d left him on Tatooine and re-established when you’d finally stopped pretending you didn’t want to be here.

A little corner of the world you’d started to feel comfortable in, despite the cold durasteel floor and the storage crates and gear and supplies all around. Even though the blankets were borrowed, it was a place of your own, in a way. Maybe because out of all the options in the galaxy, you had chosen to come back to it.

You haven’t always had a choice in where you rest your head.

Shaking away memories that boil just beneath the surface, you squat down to stroke the edge of a pointed ear. “It’s gonna be ok, kiddo.”

Those big, amber eyes blink at you with an eerie comprehension. You’ve seen that look before, a wisdom behind his gaze that doesn’t make sense in one so small. Sighing, you let your hand fall. “Yeah, I know. I’m saying that more for myself than for you.”

The kid chirps, raising his arms, and you scoop him up smoothly just as the sound of boots on the ladder echoes through the hold.

Mando’s voice floats over your shoulder. “I’m going to go see what our options are.”

You turn toward him just enough to avoid seeming rude but not enough for him to see your face, occupying yourself with adjusting the kid’s robe. “Sounds good. It’s uh, it’s probably best if I stay out of sight while we’re here. I can look after the kid while you get the repairs done.”

There’s a pause, and again time slows to a crawl, dragged down by the heavy pounding of your heart and the cold ball in the pit of your stomach. It takes effort, but you force yourself to look at him - the black visor is an anchor in the shimmer of silver armour, the gaze behind it open without being seen.

He knows, of course he kriffing knows, I can’t hide from him I can’t I can’t go out there -

Suddenly a warm leather-clad palm is cupping your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. The weight of it shifts your focus and time ramps up to a normal speed.

His modulated voice is a cool balm on your nerves. “Lock the door. Stay in my bunk with the kid. I won’t let anyone else onboard.”

Relief temporarily calms your anxiety, enough to let you smile, even if it’s just a weak curve of your lips.

He shifts, slowly stepping into your space, his hand steady on your cheek, and your heartbeat flutters for a different reason. With precise, predictable movements, he leans in and rests his forehead against yours.

The chill of his helmet on your skin, the warmth of his hand on your cheek, the scent and the feel and the nearness of him dissipate the tight grip on your lungs and you can breathe again, take in the life-giving air and his presence, and your eyelids slide shut as you fall into the moment.

All too quickly he’s stepping away, cloak swirling with his departure. But that brief moment was enough to give you focus.

You make your way toward his bunk, kid tucked snugly in the crook of your arm, silently repeating those words that have guided you through so many moments like the ones ahead.

I am alive.

I am safe.

I am going to survive.

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The kid finally passed out after who-knows-how-many hours, curled up against your chest, head tucked into your shoulder. He’d been restless, but apparently there were only so many times the little guy can lap around the bunk, peek into corners already explored, crawl all over you and the shelf and his hammock before boredom dragged him down into a fitful doze.

To be fair, your own feet are twitching with the urge to move, fingers tapping against the slats of Mando’s miserable excuse for a bed - says the girl sleeping on blankets over durasteel.

Snorting softly at your silent self-deprecation, you shift again, trying to ease the cramp in your lower back that’s been building since you crawled into the tight space. Not that you were complaining, the concept of being in the same place that Mando slept was exhilarating at first. Your treacherous mind supplied all kinds of images of muscled limbs and naked skin that you shoved away - Mando’s commitment to his creed along with the kid’s presence in his bunk probably prevented anything your imagination could come up with from happening in here.

The kid sighs heavily in his sleep, one ear drooping over your arm. You pat his back, the fabric of his robe rough beneath your palm, warm from his little body.

There have been sounds of people working all day, bangs and clanks and thunks and raised voices, sometimes just outside the hull. Not loud enough for you to recognize anyone, but you assume Mando is out there, too.

Which is… uncomfortably reassuring.

What does it mean that you feel safer with him around? You’ve survived on your own for so long, why should having Mando nearby make a difference?

You frown at the wall. It shouldn’t. It shouldn’t make a difference if he’s in your life or not.

A trickle of unease worms its way into your stomach.

Dependence will get you killed as quickly as complacency.

The sound of the crew door sliding open startles you out of your musings, gaze flying to the bunk door. One hand slips down to the grip of your blaster, strapped to your thigh, while the other gently eases the kid out of your arms and onto the bed.

Mando said he wouldn’t let anyone in.

But you’re not taking any risks. Not while you’re here.

Bootsteps muffled by the durasteel approach the bunk and you move into as much of a standing position as you can, drawing your blaster.

A beep and the whir of the door mechanism and then he’s there, silver and black and brown and safety.

Mando.

Letting out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, shoulders slumping with the sudden release of tension. The visor takes it all in, helmet tilting in concern, and you wave it off with a flick of your fingers, holstering your blaster. “All done?”

It’s his turn to sigh, leaning against the doorframe. “For now. Could only afford to patch it - the mechanics around here aren’t fond of bounty hunters and their prices show it.”

“Makes sense. You probably scare away their best clientele.”

He hums noncommittally. “Used the last of my credits. I’ve got contacts on Nevarro, for both work and repairs. It’s about half a cycle away.”

“Works for me. I’ll be up in a sec - let me just tuck the kid in, he fell asleep in my arms a while ago.”

A slight nod of the helmet and then he’s gone, heading toward the cockpit. You turn to find the kid curled up in a little ball on the bed, one ear flopped over his eyes, snoring softly. Pulling a blanket from his hammock to drape it over his little form, you quietly step out of the bunk, keying the door shut. The engines whine as the start-up sequence begins, and you start toward the ladder.

Nevarro. You’ve never been, once you learned it was the home of the Bounty Hunters Guild you’d avoided it just as much as you’d avoided Junkfort Station. But something had happened a while ago, rumours said the Guild had been attacked and no longer operated there, so what did that mean for -

The crew door suddenly flies open and people pour into the hold.

Everything is moving too fast.

You can’t track it - them - whoever they are, they’re everywhere all at once.

Instincts kick in just as a blaster bolt zings past your head.

You make a break for the cockpit but a human male appears out of nowhere and catches you by the shoulders. The abrupt stop throws off your balance and he uses that, yanking you backward then shoving you to your knees.

Pain flashes up your thighs and back. You cry out despite your clenched teeth - every muscle in your body is tensed.

Too many can’t fight them all -

Blaster fire, movement by the ladder, screams of pain -

Mando -

Quick, your hand flies to your thigh holster.

Just as the ice-cold barrel of a blaster presses hard against your forehead.

You freeze.

The man holding the blaster stands at your shoulder. His teeth glint in the light of the hold. “Smart girl. Be good and this whole thing will be easier for you.”

The slimy condescension in his voice makes you want to vomit.

The man keeps his eyes on you as he calls out. “Back off, Mandalorian. We’ve got your pretty little plaything. Give us the bounty or I’ll give her a bolt to the brain.”

Bounty? Mando hasn’t hunted since he found -

The kid.

It takes effort to keep your gaze on the man holding the blaster to your head. Don’t look at the bunk. Don’t let him even think about looking there.

You have no idea who these people are but they’re obviously not here to make friends.

Protect the kid. They can’t find him.

A quiet falls over the hold. The others shift, obviously reacting to some movement you can’t see. There are eight of them in your line of vision, sounds like three or four more behind you, back by the ladder.

Too many.

“Let her go.” Mando’s modulated voice is cold, words clipped.

The man scoffs. “And lose my leverage? I’m not an idiot.” His gaze drifts down your face, lands on your mouth. “Besides, I quite like how she looks on her knees for me.”

A feeling floods your body, hot and sharp and almost painful in its intensity. A feeling you haven’t felt in a long time.

Hate.

You hate this man.

He chuckles, eyebrows lifting in amusement as he meets your gaze again. “A little fire in you, eh? Well, we’ll have to find a way to put that out, get you ready for the slave market.”

Time slows, stretches.

Stops.

You understand several things all at once.

First, these men won’t leave until they get what they’re looking for, which will eventually lead them to finding the kid.

Second, Mando won’t risk opening fire with you like this - you’re too exposed, no cover close by to shield you, and you probably won’t be able to move fast enough to unholster your blaster and turn off the safety before the man squeezes the trigger.

Third, there’s a small knife stuck in the top of the man’s boot, not good for much except trimming or shaving, but good enough for what you need right now.

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Because you’re going to kill this man.

You’ve done it before. You don’t like it.

Those faces still appear your dreams, flicker across your vision when you see someone with similar features.

But you’ve done what you had to do, to stay alive.

And if this man takes you, you will die, if not by someone else’s hand then by your own.

I am going to survive.

All it takes is a flick of your wrist and the hilt of the knife is in your hand.

The blade flashes as it turns up, in, moves toward the man’s thigh.

Sharp point aimed at his femoral artery.

Pressure, resistance, then release.

The man’s scream burns through your body, boiling hot like the blood pouring over your hand.

The knife twists, deeper, heat raging over and under your skin and you’re burning alive.

Time snaps into motion again.

You reel, falling onto your back at the same time the man crumples to the floor, his free hand grasping at the wound in his leg, blaster rising to point at you once more.

His shot goes wide as one of his crew stumbles over him, running, frantically trying to escape -

Escape what -

A flurry of bolts whips through the air, each one landing its target.

Several bodies drop almost simultaneously, the dull thumps vibrating through the floor.

They barely register to you, a quiet background noise, just like the gentle thrum of the engines when the ship is in hyperspace.

Your focus is on the man bleeding out in front of you.

He lifts his blaster again. It shakes, but it’s steady enough to aim.

You’re surging forward before you realize it, twisting his wrist until the blaster drops. He cries out in pain, says something, lips forming words but they don’t make sense, they’re gibberish to you.

The knife flashes again and then silence.

Silence all around you.

Bodies are scattered throughout the hold. Nothing stirs.

A contrast to the fire still roaring in your ears.

You stand smoothly, stride toward the crew door and slam the lock with the side of your fist.

The fist still holding the knife.

You wait until the door shuts and the electronic tones confirm it’s locked before you turn around. The whir of the engines pulsing to life tells you Mando is pushing them through the take-off sequence.

Grabbing a strap that’s hanging from the ceiling, you brace yourself as the ship shudders, creaks as it lifts into the air.

Time passes.

You don’t notice.

The sound of the engines keening bleeds through a crack in your awareness. There’s a click and a shove and then a gliding smoothness, and the air temperature drops a couple degrees as the ship moves into hyperspace.

You’re still holding the strap. It takes some effort to uncurl your fingers and let go of it.

Taking one step, then another, you walk to the body of the man whose blood is caked on your hand.

The knife bounces once as it drops to his chest.

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Boots on the ladder.

Your gaze automatically lifts to meet the black visor’s gaze.

Mando stands there, a few paces away. Silent, still.

Watching you.

You wait, poised. Ready.

The fire rages.

“Are you hurt?”

His concern falls over the fire like gentle rain. Spitting and sputtering, dimming it’s heat ever-so-slightly.

“No.”

Did you say that? Maybe. Your own voice sounds foreign to your ears.

He starts toward you but some instinct, some part of the fire, doesn’t want closeness, pulls you back a step.

He stops abruptly, hesitant. “I’m sorry.”

The fire sputters again under your confusion. “What are you sorry for?”

“I failed to protect you.”

White-hot flame erupts.

“I don’t need you to protect me.”

Your words land like a whip crack and you know it probably hurts but the fire now flares out of control and you can’t stop.

“I don’t need anyone to protect me. I can protect myself.” Hot fire rage - “No, apparently I can’t. All this time. All these years. I have been smart. I have survived.”

You look down at the body, seeing but not seeing, because it’s not a body, it’s proof of your failure. “Everything I’ve been through. Could have been for nothing.”

Your hand, the one sticky with blood, flies out, gestures behind you vaguely. “I was there. The last place in the galaxy I should have been. And I was there because I followed you. I followed you when I should have done what I needed to, should have walked away from you before now and I didn’t and if he had taken me I -”

The fire burns up your words and you can’t speak anymore, can’t see, vision filled with red and black and -

Silver.

Cool and smooth, unlike the jagged heat that threatens to consume all.

It surrounds you, shoves its way between you and the flame.

Your hands grasp at it, clutching, desperate.

The fire smolders, smokes and fades away until it’s nothing but coals.

There’s wetness on your cheeks.

Something is brushing it away, gentle.

Long fingers.

Smooth callouses.

Hands that are often at work but always protected by leather.

Mando’s hands.

Mando’s bare hands.

Warm and golden and alive.

You turn into the caress, lips pressing against the wide palm. Your lungs fill with the scent of worn leather and blaster fire.

He’s speaking. Has been for some time.

Your thoughts churn to focus on his words and they slowly sink in.

“You’re safe. You’re alive. Listen to me, tionas. Hear my voice.”

As your awareness shifts back into your body, so does exhaustion. Your muscles tremble with strain, you stumble with the effort of holding yourself upright.

But it’s ok, his arms are around you before you can fall, and he’s solid and strong and alive.

Like you.

You want to speak, to say something, anything, but your voice is stuck, bound in your throat by a mass of unshed tears.

His hands smooth them away, gliding over your skin, your face, in time with the words circling in a steady rhythm through your mind.

I am alive.

I am safe.

I am going to survive.

And you believe them.

*****

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synthaphone · 2 years

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EDIT: All slots filled!!! Thank you so much for your interest!!

Heyyy everybody im opening commissions again! Gonna be offering 10 slots this time :)

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additional info:

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this time around, i’ll only be doing one piece per slot, to better manage my workload. thank you!

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sparrowinkk · 29 days

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ask game thingy: 1, 3, 12, 28, and 38!!

ooo ty for the ask!

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

hmm id have to say:

I moved to Scotland from the US when i was 10. This has resulted in me having a bit of a identiy crisis lmao

Probs my friend group in high school. We were the gay weirdos and if I had not been able to find a group like that, idek where I'd be

horse games! Ive played alot of horse games growing up and they helped me realise that that was what i wanted to do with my life :3 (get a career in horses)

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

Twilight. Ive seen it a billion times, i could a watch it a billion more

Avatar (blue people). Its just the world building man THE WORLD BUILDING

LOTR triology. Somehow, put all 3 extenaditions (wow i cant spell) editions onto 1 cd and id be set.

12. what’s some good advice you want to share?

oooo this is hard. This is kinda specific, but if your coming out of high school and feel the need to go to school or figure all your shit out immediately, its okay if you cant or dont want to. Its okay if you have no fuckin idea where life is gonna lead you. You will figure it out, just give yourself time.

When i left, i had no idea what to do with myself and i couldnt afford school. 1 year later, i realised theres college for horse stuff! I'm so glad i couldnt get into uni cause i would have ended up in a course that i would have hated. High school was rough, i would not have been happy in uni at the time.

28. do you collect anything?

I try not to clutter my space to much or just have lots of stuff, buttttt i like to collect random bits of paper and put them into my journal! Receipts, tickets, cards, random stickers, something i found on the floor, that shit is goin in there!

38.fave song at the moment?

ah im so glad you asked this question. I'm the kind of autistic where ill listen to the same song over and over and over and during all of the booping yesterday i listened to this all day:

youtube

I accidentally found it, idk what its from. But my brain went 'yep, this is it.'

ty again for the ask!! <333

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gwiyeounsonyeon · 3 months

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Take A Little Time For Me

Pairing: Kyle Crane x Ftm reader Summary: reader gets some much needed alone time in a freshly cleared safe house Words: 1,065 Im so happy i actually wrote something today!! Warnings: pussy words used to describe readers genitals, pussy, cunt, clit, hole Notes: idk if anyone actually reads anything with kyle but i finally wrote something so I'm not going to complain. I'm gonna edit this and then release the dick version later

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you sigh as the last zombie falls to the ground with a heavy thud, there weren't as many in this safe house as all the others you've cleared out today. You wrinkle your nose in disgust when one of the biters twitch, yeah, you definitely needed to clear this place out before you could rest.

It didn't take nearly as long to clear the apartment out, the splatter of blood on the ground after you threw the bodies out of the window was almost enough to make you sick but before you could delve too deep into your thoughts crane’s voice rang loud and clear over the earpiece.

“yo y/n, you alive?” he sounds so tired but god does it suit him, his husky drawl made something in your belly tingle pleasantly. “sadly” you reply wryly, it isn't long before he replies sounding unamused “That isn't funny y/n.” THAT makes your cunt throb, he sounds so done with you. your belly flutters as your mind wanders, you've been the recipient of his demands before but what would he sound like if he were ordering you to suck his cock, or fuck yourself with your own fingers.

With those thoughts rolling around in your perverted brain you quickly find yourself getting wet, you swallow hard and shift uncomfortably, your thighs are already sticky with your own sweat, you don't want to imagine the kind of mess your underwear would be in if this continued. “What’s got your panties in a twist crane?” You look down at your walkie to make sure you're on a private channel.

Crane gives you the honor of hearing him scoff before hes telling you off, sleepiness getting him agitated. Your cunt throbs at the sound of his voice and before you can think rationally your hand gains a mind of its own and you find yourself rubbing your messy pussy through your pants, you're immediately met with the uncomfortable sensation of your sweat-stained boxer briefs. you curse and look around for some kind of wipes to at least clean your hands before you do anything else.

You come up with nothing so in a last-ditch effort you try the faucet and miraculously there's running water, the stream is weak, and its probably draining what little water is left from the pipes so you waste no time in shoving your pants down your thighs and cupping some water in your hand to clean some of the sweat off your pussy, once your satisfied you clean your own hands and shut the water off.

“earth to y/n… are you okay? where are you?” Crane's voice breaks you out of your concentration, you clear your throat before pressing the button on your earpiece, “Yeah, I'm okay… sorry” you curse yourself at how stupid your voice sounds “Uh… where are you?” You add meekly, hoping it could get him talking longer. “I’m back with the quartermaster just dropping some shit off” You shouldn't get so turned on by the sound of crane cursing but your clit throbs anyways.

“I’m heading out now, there's a lot of shit I need to get done before dark” he sounds like he's mumbling, he's probably outside. your hand moves back down to your crotch “Could you stop by here? I need some help” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can think, you curse yourself but before you can get too deep into your self-pity crane sighs, his voice is rough and he sounds a little out of breath when he speaks again “I dunno, I'm pretty fucking busy.”

his voice goes straight to your cunt, you run your index finger up your moist lips and circle your clit lightly to make yourself shudder, a soft whine forces its way out of your throat. “What was that? y/n?” Crane's voice cuts back into the silence and you come to the horrifying realization that you had the button pressed, he heard you whine. you cough and press the button again “y- yeah… yeah I'm fine” you curse your voice for being so shaky.

“alright, im coming” He’s totally not convinced, your heart thuds against your ribcage, and your belly tingles at the thought of Crane coming over and seeing you like this. would he laugh? would your body gross him out? would he pin you to the wall and fuck your brains out? your pussy throbs as your anxiety-ridden thoughts take on a hornier tone. your fingers slip in between your folds to caress your clit “Kyle” it comes out more as a moan, your heart feels like it's going to leap out of your chest.

You're being so stupid, when have you ever been this risky? the channel stays quiet for a long moment, the static feels deafening and you start to clam up, anxiety taking over but before you could start groveling the static cuts out and you can hear Crane clear his throat “That was so fucking hot.” your breath catches in your throat and your pussy throbs hard, slick coating your fingers.

Before your nerves settle in you press the button on your earpiece and blurt out where you were, “hurry” you add meekly. Crane takes just long enough to arrive that you're already cringing at how you were acting but he drops down from the hatch on the roof faster than you can get your pants back up, you don't have time to react before he's crowding you into the counter and thumbing at your stiff clit, you choke out a surprised moan and cant your hips up into his hand. Kyle doesn't give you enough time to think about hygiene or get anxious before his middle finger slides down your soppy cunt to rub up against your hole, he chuckles breathlessly at how desperate you are.

“We gotta be quick, okay?’ he whispers darkly against your lips, his middle finger slips into your feverish hole and curls against the spot inside you that makes your knees buckle, Cranes ring finger slips in beside his middle to fuck your greedy cunt mercilessly. Your arms fly up to wrap around his shoulders tightly, your knees wobble as he taps his fingers against your g spot, never letting you catch your breath and after an embarrassingly short time you’re tightening around his fingers with the best orgasm you've had in forever.

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