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#and even just like. the fact that he basically handed control of the company over to her bc he didn't really give enough of a shit just then
baltears · 2 years
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lane change i stan og charlotte now
#i used to find her boring and one note as a villain but now i think she is fun 😌#and i think it's cool how halores is an evolution of both charlotte and dolores and has such a funky little identity crisis thing happening#very looking forward to seeing more of that#anyway i think i just. idk i love how she vibes with william i think it's funny that they're so similar in a lot of ways#(sickeningly wealthy and appear to have everything but their personal lives are utter trashfires that they failed at entirely)#(also their ambition and ruthlessness which is hollow at the core <3 in williams case a trauma response but charlotte is just like that)#i love the little hints of their dynamic we get sprinkled in the story here and there. they basically get along#and have something akin to respect for each other but also they're too similar to really fw each other and have no loyalty whatsoever#e.g. william immediately picking up on the fact that charlotte might be the mole the literal second it came up in conversation#and even just like. the fact that he basically handed control of the company over to her bc he didn't really give enough of a shit just then#i just think it's fun! it's a fun dynamic#and like obviously i prefer the dynamic of willores and i really hope that the way they interact in s4 speaks more to that relationship#but even if they take a hard left on halores and make her try really hard to just be charlotte the dynamic will still be really fun#god their interactions in mother of exiles are just so good. it's so good it's so fun#so incredibly entertaining both to see the shades of the authentic dynamic that used to exist between william and the real charlotte#and to also see halores having to mask both her identity as the mole (bc charlotte was) and her identity as herself (dolores)#in front of the person who arguably knows her best out of anyone. and then when she succeeds to get to smugly reveal it to his face#just. chefs kiss#idk what these tags are anymore but ANYWAY#i love this show <3#westworld
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internetskiff · 13 days
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The most powerful ability exclusive to humanity in the Half Life/Portal shared universe is our ability to just throw bullshit at the wall and see what sticks. Aperture "OSHA are the devil" Science have managed to create completely safe interconnected points in space. The same company that turns people's blood into gasoline and shoves lions and humans into the same enclosed space for the vague concept of "Science". Meanwhile Black Mesa still has to use Xen as a crossing and their teleportation device requires an entire reactor with a village's worth of staff constantly maintaining it, just to end up having most of said staff abducted by onion-headed aliens. Even the resistance hasn't managed to create completely stable teleporters with a compressed Xen relay, meanwhile Aperture just went "oh dude let's shove a black hole into a non-waterproof gun" and have just created a teleportation method that just removes Xen from the equation entirely. Doesn't change the fact they bullshat so bad they basically got themselves gassed to death, but still.
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The Resistance are a good example of this too. The Combine seem to have a complete set-in-stone thought process and understanding of science which meant they didn't even begin to explore local teleportation via Xen, meanwhile a group of random human mechanics and scientists have managed to cobble together at least two semi-functional local teleporters out of scrap metal and stolen Combine tech, to the point the All-Consuming Interdimensional Empire had to straight up copy their homework. And that isn't even the only time they seem to be taking human shit to just copy the blueprints.
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They 100% just yoinked the entire damn car out of that garage just to take a crack at reverse-engineering the Tau Cannon attached to it. Even Resistance weaponry somehow manages to rival or at least stand equal to Combine tech - and we're talking improvised crossbows that shoot superheated rods of rebar at the target compared to high-tech rifles that can discharge orbs of pure dark energy. The collapse of the entire Citadel is basically set into motion as a result of a cobbled together Rebel device placed into extremely capable hands.
The events of the Portal games are a case of extremely elaborate machinelike planning versus pure human improvisation, with Chell's entire escape in the first game involving her simply weaseling her way through small cracks that GLaDOS missed while setting up her ambushes, eventually turning her own rocket turret against her to destroy her.
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I suppose you could argue this falls flat in Portal 2 with Wheatley, but it's important to remember he's designed to be an utter idiot, so it's safe to say he wouldn't obsess over the larger picture like GLaDOS to the point where he fails to see the cracks. Yes, he's the one that breaks Chell out of the test chambers again, and yes, he's the one that came up with the sabotage plot - but it's important to note while he knows what to target in the sabotage, when we actually get there he doesn't quite know how to sabotage it, leaving Chell to figure it out on her own. She botches the Turret Quality Control Line with some minor guidance, but it's basically completely up to her to figure out how to cut off the Neurotoxin Supply. It's through her improvisation that Wheatley even manages to get into GLaDOS' chamber, tumbling through her neurotoxin vent and shattering the glass cage she trapped Chell inside of. It's through Chell's improvisation that the Core Transfer even occurs in the first place.
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The script is flipped specifically when Wheatley takes charge, because oops - turns out a mind capable of focusing on the bigger picture might be pretty important when it comes to running an entire facility powered by it's own Reactor. Wheatley just completely zeroes in on his own personal pleasure, hacking up test chambers and the objects within them to try and figure out the easiest way to get his solution euphoria as quick as possible.
Still, something that's pretty interesting is that only Wheatley has ever managed to create a trap that's impossible to foresee and avoid, something GLaDOS has repeatedly failed to do to the point she ends up commending him. I believe this is because his way of thinking is a lot closer to Chell's compared to GLaDOS'. He puts up way more of a fight as the two run through the facility trying to get to him, seemingly improvising on the spot just like Chell has been over the course of the two games. Even his lair would be impossible to survive if it weren't for a single Conversion Gel pipe he somehow failed to notice and remove.
Whether in a laboratory deep beneath the soil or an alien tower tall enough to split the clouds, the ingenuity of even a single person is enough to topple a tower or destroy a supercomputer 3 times over.
Marc Laidlaw put what I'm trying to say into a single sentence when writing for the BreenGrub twitter account:
"The superstructure is riddled with cracks."
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ghostaholics · 9 months
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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂
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➸ PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!Reader ➸ TAGS/WARNING(S): none ➸ BANNER CREDIT: cafekitsune & benkeibear
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Detail-oriented, exceptional manual dexterity when it comes to sewing him up. Your movements are careful and controlled – meticulous with regards to everything that you do but especially focused on how the edges line up so that they don’t overlap. Other medics – they'll rush. Botch it. A shoddy job like tectonic plates of skin forced to converge on each other, because in his line of work, stitches are an afterthought when there's another bloke with a sucking chest wound whose deep in the throes of respiratory distress and the only immediate threat about Ghost's own injury is the small amount of blood he'll lose. Whatever will get it closed. Nobody else cares much about the cosmetic factor. But you do. Painstakingly so. It's a thankless job to spend three times longer than it should to get it right, but he makes sure to express his appreciation for the consideration you put into every single graze/cut/gash (even more diligent if the injury's to any part of his arm that could mess up his tattoo sleeve). They always heal nicely.
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He looks for you, after-hours – well late into the night because you were occupied patching up other soldiers. It'd been a grueling mission, lots of WIAs needing your attention. He doesn't even have a good excuse for this. It's a trivial thing, maybe, to bother you. Like asking Atlas for a favour, with the weight of the world on your shoulders and the soul-crushing responsibility of holding lives in the palms of your hands as though you're the last line of defense against death. This is stupid. This is beyond fucking stupid of him. Almost turns around and walks away from the medical tent, because that's how ridiculous it is. But he convinces himself to head in, asking if you can fix the stitching on his mask because the only person he trusts more than himself to do it is you. Though his request is benign, the significance behind it is profound in ways that he won't admit to himself. There are very few people he can count on. And of course, you say yes with a tired smile and a brightness in your eyes that never seems to dull in front of him no matter how exhausted you might be. It's one of the rare instance he lets his guard down, shows his face. He keeps you company the entire time, telling you about why he wears that mask while you restore it back to original condition.
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The irony of having an injured medic: Simon's saddled with the pitiful task of having to step into your role because there's a gash on your forearm that needs to be taken care of. He knows how to do a basic stitch – is fairly confident that he can thread the sutures just like you’d showed him a million times by now whenever he’d been looking for a reason to see you ( ❝ Show me how to do it right. The proper way, yeah? ❞ ). And he's admonishing you to hold still, except it's sort of difficult when you're being treated like a bloody pincushion. He'd never let anybody else get away with making fun of him for that but this is you so he lets it slide. After talking him through it (which you find quite odd, considering that he never would've struck you as someone who’d need extra time and help), you inspect his handiwork, mildly impressed.
❝ Oh, you actually... well, you did quite a decent job. ❞ ❝ Of course. ❞ Because he wouldn't settle for anything less than perfecti— ❝ But then again, it is a little off over here, ❞ you point out, just to deflate his pride. There's still smugness to his tone. ❝ Would you like me to start over, then? ❞ ❝ Not on your life, Riley. ❞
He doesn’t mention how phenomenal he is at suturing, doesn’t mention that he sat in on a class for combat specialists early on in his career even though he didn't need to be there and was commended for his technique by the leading instructor. He definitely doesn't bring up the fact that he's been taking long on purpose just because he likes your company.
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mrkis · 2 years
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𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :: 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄
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✗a little warning, this is very long and very detailed.
✗renjuns, chenles and jisungs sections may be shorter than the others because i'm still new to writing abt them and i find it a little tricky trying to see them in such a way at the moment so i'm sorry if its shitty. @saintlyhyuck helped me out with renjuns.
✗sidenote, donghyucks section is a slight spoiler to his series i'm going to be doing lol. it gives off stalker/yandere vibes, please be cautious when reading or skip it if you're not comfortable with that!!!
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you meet mark at a café where you work and he’s never been here before, but he only came because he lost a bet and had to buy everyone drinks. mark definitely has that ‘love at first sight’ mindset going on so the second he makes brief eye contact with you? he’s immediately in awe. he’s so infatuated. he can’t stop looking at you, he’s a stuttering mess ordering the drinks. purposely sits down just to stare at you longer even though he desperately has to be somewhere.
you know exactly what’s happening by the way. it’s blatantly obvious but honestly?? you don’t mind. not only do you kinda like the attention but it’s from the most prettiest boy you have ever laid eyes on??? its a win-win situation right here.
eventually, mark does makes the first move. he literally just scribbles his number onto a napkin and leaves it open on the table hoping that you'd be the one to pick it up and not some random customer or another worker, god he really should've thought this through because now he's panicking about his number getting into the wrong hands and— never mind you called him.
you talk back and forth for a while. he even meets you during your breaks just so he sit with you and keep you company. it doesn't take long for him to feel comfortable touching you. his shoulders brush against yours, his thigh pressed against yours, his fingers linger on your arm a little longer than usual. he definitely does that fake yawn and put his arm around your shoulders manoeuvre, thinks he's so slick and cool. it doesn't take long for the both of you to share a few small kisses when he walks you home or even in the back alleyway when you go outside for some fresh air on breaks.
mark, without a doubt, wants to sleep with you now but he will not be the first to initiate anything... which leaves you in a difficult position. you have never slept with anyone. it hasn't crossed your mind. you weren't interested in having sex with anyone until you met mark. but he doesn't know that and you're far too embarrassed to admit it... until you invited him in one night (purely under innocent intent) and his lips were feverishly on yours and his hands were moving beneath your shirt.
saying he was shocked is an understatement. he has no words. probably gets a little emotional over the fact that you're basically giving him your virginity but then it dawns on him that YOU are GIVING HIM your VIRGINITY and its suddenly becomes the hottest thing ever. he's gentle with you. laying beside you on the bed as he kisses you, shyly caressing your body and calling you the most beautiful girl. the two of you for sure share some giggles and some laughs, but it eases the tension. he makes you feel really good even though he has a extremely hard time controlling himself around you, especially while he's now hovering above you with your walls contracting around his dick, trying to accustom to the size.
he's breathing so heavily through his nose, his brain fuzzy, unable to comprehend what the fuck is actually going on but he's able to voice small little praises, his hands gently caressing your cheek and pushing your hair out of your face, asking how you feel and if anything hurts. he wants to move so badly but he remains still just for you. it's torture, but you matter more.
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renjun is a friend of a friend, someone who is in your friendship group but never really speak to. he keeps to himself, head buried into a book with his glasses slipping down his nose, drowning in oversized sweaters and wearing bulky headphones to block out the chatter around him, way too focused on the words that are written on the pages. you'd be lying if you said you weren't intrigued by him. there was just something about renjun that piqued your interest, and it wasn't a secret that you were clearly attracted to the quiet nerd in the group. you're positive renjun even knows about your little attraction towards him, although he's never made a move much to your dismay.
that is until you two are alone at a small gathering one of your mutual friends hosted, the others disappearing to go buy more beers and snacks while you both are made to stay at the house, the car too small to fit all of you inside. as always, renjun brings his book, but you're not entirely convinced he's able to focus on the words with the way he's peering over the top of the book to meet your eyes across the room, cheeks tinted a light shade of red.
he asks why you're staring at him to which you reply that he's pretty to look at, the alcohol giving you a boost of confidence. he's flustered, the book almost slipping from his grasp but he clears his throat to regain himself, muttering how you look pretty too with his own sudden confidence. it doesn't take long for you to clamber into his lap after a few back and forth compliments, ripping the book out of his hands and throwing it somewhere to the side before your lips connected.
the kiss is awkward. it's soft and hesitant, but it's one of the best kisses you've ever had. to be fair, you haven't shared a lot of kisses with other people, but you're giving renjun everything you've got and he seems to be giving his 100%, fingers gripping your hips tightly as your lips trail down his neck, marking him up, almost claiming him as yours. he's a whining mess, hips jerking beneath yours as his cock strains against his pants, desperate to be touched. you want to touch him, relieve him of his pent up frustration, but there's just one problem. you have no idea what you're actually doing.
when you whisper to him that you're a virgin and haven't gone further than some very light petting, something inside him switches. he flips you both around, your back crashing down against the sofa cushions and he's hovering above you, eyes dark and wild. that sub exterior completely slipping away, replacing with a dom that's eager to take control which excites you. clothes are immediately peeled off of both of your bodies once he mutters that you don't have a lot of time to yourselves until the others get back, his hips uncontrollably rut against yours, tip brushing against your clit.
you're whining for him to touch you, almost pleading him to do something, to do anything to help get rid of that ache between your legs but you gasp as you feel a sting spread across your cheek, looking up at renjun in surprise at the sudden slap. you never expected this from the quiet nerd in your friend group and you never would expect him to wrap his hand around your throat as he slowly eases his cock inside of you, making sure not to move too abruptly and hurt you, which is a complete contrast to his actions a mere few seconds prior. he's grunting in your ears about how tight your pussy feels around him, fucking you slow and deep that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hands grasping at his around your throat.
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jeno's your next door neighbour that you've been friends with for years that suddenly got hot over the summer break and now you can't stop thinking about him in such vulgar ways. you've been close since middle school, always sharing secrets and stories, having sleepovers and laughing until the crack of dawn. you could confidently say he is your best friend and you are his but the summer break got too busy to the point you were unable to see each other. you didn't hang out at all.
the first time you see jeno is when the summer break is almost over and he's standing in his front garden, shirtless, holding a beer in his hand and standing next to his best friend who's grilling meat for their get together bbq that they have almost every weekend. he's so pretty to look at, especially with his newly dyed pink hair that's tousled from the amount of times he ran his fingers through it.
the first time jeno sees you is when you emerge from your house in the most tiniest of shorts to accompany your family members who were relaxing in the garden. jeno was, admittedly, staring at your legs and your ass the entire time, wondering when the fuck did you have that glow up. he has always found you cute and adorable since you were both young, but now? you're hot. you're sexy.
your mother notices him looking over and is the first to initiate the conversation, beckoning him on over and asking all types of questions, even complimenting his appearance which makes you embarrassed at her behaviour, but this helps start yours and Jeno's first conversation of the last remaining week of summer break. you click straight away.
you're back to hanging out and talking every day, sitting in his garden under the blazing sun in your most tight fitted bikinis which jeno starts to notice, but he doesn't comment on it, instead he wears his own tight fitted swim shorts, flexing his thighs whenever he sits down beside you. you both get a little tipsy and this is where the honestly rolls off of your tongue. you tell him how you don't want to be a virgin anymore and that going into college with no sexual experience sounds lame (although it really doesn't). jeno just stares at you with a smirk on his face, nodding and humming along to all the things that you say and then he says it.
the way he so casually offers to take your virginity almost makes you choke on your own saliva but you keep calm and collected, simply nodding your head. you thought maybe jeno would've dropped the subject after that or laughed and told you that he was joking, but what you didn't expect was jeno to take your hand in his and tug you inside of his house, immediately pulling you onto his lap the second he sits down on his sofa.
he leans back against the cushions, smirking with his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he shoves your bikini bottoms to the side and circles his fingers around your entrance. jeno is all but kind to you for your first time. of course he makes sure that you are wet enough but he at least wants to make you cum twice on his fingers before he even thinks about shoving his cock inside you. he makes you do that. he makes you sit on his cock, gesturing you to grip his cock and put it in yourself with a simple nod of his head, capturing your lips with his in a messy kiss as he first enters inside of you.
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the thing is with donghyuck, he obsesses over things and gets attached pretty easily. if there's a new game he likes, he'll continuously play it as if there's no other game in the world. if there's a new food he likes, he'll only eat that until the thought of it makes him violently sick and he finds something different. with people he crushes on, donghyuck does everything and anything to be around them, forcing his way into their comfort zone... and you were his next target.
he first met you during a morning class you shared together and you were made to sit next to him due to a minor inconvenience, bare faced and covered in an oversized red hoodie, smelling like fresh strawberries. donghyuck froze in his seat, unable to tear his eyes away from the side of your head. his favourite colour is red and he really likes strawberries. what a coincidence? you're perfect. you're his.
his staring wasn't subtle, which made you feel a little more annoyed than you already were from being forced to move seats, and you turn to look at him to tell ask him what the fuck he was staring at until you see the look in his eyes. they're filled with want, with desire, with need. a smirk is now plastered across his lips and he leans his elbows on the table, his eyebrow raising at your own staring but you tear your eyes away from him in an instant, focussing your attention on the professor in front.
you notice the appearances donghyuck starts to make in your everyday life; sitting near your table at lunch, studying at the library while you're there, present in every class you're in together, following you on your social medias, liking your posts on instagram, creating stories with your favourite music playing in the background... he isn't slick, and he knows it.
you eventually end up cornering donghyuck the next time you see him, especially when he ends up sitting in one of your favourite restaurants eating one of your favourite meals (which, by the way, you have never posted or hardly spoke about).he's beaming when you plant yourself in the chair opposite him, demanding him to answer all of your questions about him knowing so much about you, but obvious donghyuck doesn't care, not when he finally has your attention after craving it for so long.
how you end up in a five hour conversation with him is beyond you. you expected to be gone after confronting him, but you're captivated by his smile and the way he talks to you, so you didn't have it in you to get up and leave just like that. he's already got you wrapped around his fingers, he's already obsessed, but he feels his obsession grow a little more stronger when he manages to get a raw confession out of you.
your virginity hardly meant anything to you. you never actively went out looking for a hookup nor are you saving it up for that 'someone special', it was just there. but donghyuck manages to persuade you to bring him home with you, promising that it wasn't for any other motive than to hang out, but you eventually end up with both of your clothes thrown carelessly on the floor and him in between your legs, desperate lips biting and sucking at your skin, savouring the way you taste. he's always been curious.
donghyuck feels like he's in heaven once he's sheathed inside of you, buried to the hilt, body flush against yours. he feels like he could cry as he cradles your cheek in his hand, a smile creeping onto his lips as he watches your face contort from pain into pleasure, nails digging into his biceps and creating raw scratch marks that he can't wait to admire later. his grip tightens around your jaw, his thumb harshly digging in your bottom lip before pushing through the small gap, pressing his thumb against your tongue as he rolls his hips forward, your squeals and moans filling his ears. he's got you. you're his.
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jaemin is your flatmate. he's a good flatmate. he's clean and tidy, he makes dinner every other night, he washes the dishes and he helps with the laundry. he's a perfect flatmate... so, what's the problem? you are, undoubtedly, cursed with a fuckboy as a flatmate.
he fucks loud. it's loud and obvious. his bedframe rattles against the bedroom wall, his grunts fill the hallways and his hookups scream the whole flat down with their squeals and moans of pleasure. he has zero shame.
truth be told, you're jealous. not because he's having sex with other people and not you. you're jealous because he's able to have sex whenever he wants without any concerns or problems. you're too shy to look for a hookup and you most definitely don't want to hookup with just any person. it's frustrating and it's irritating... which is why you make the stupid decision in finding the courage to ask jaemin to be your first.
he emerges out of his room one morning shirtless, scratch marks decorating his shoulders and lower back, a smile on his lips as he leads last nights hookup to the front door, waving her a quick goodbye and allowing her to plant her lips on his cheek before leaving. he closes the door, meeting your eyes across the room that stare at him. he's pulling a face, asking you what's wrong as he walks on over, hands resting on his hips with sass.
the look on his face when you tell him you want him to experience what sex is like with him would've made you piss your pants if it wasn't for your embarrassment and insecurities. when he asks you why you want him, you're taken back. you expected a simple yes or no, not an explanation which makes you feel a little awkward now, refusing to make eye contact with him when you explain your situation. you even add on that you want your first to be with someone experienced... and jaemin has a lot of experience.
he takes his time to answer and you accept defeat, preparing yourself to get turned down and be a helpless virgin for the rest of your life but jaemin's already taking your hand in his, dragging you to his bedroom with such urgency.
it baffles you how gentle jaemin is with your body, knowing what he's truly like behind the four walls of this bedroom. the light touches and soft kisses he makes on your skin makes your head spin. the praises and words of encouragement warms your heart. he's all about foreplay he claims, fingering you open with his middle and ring finger, talking you through the process all while leaving kitten licks and soft kisses on your folds.
he allows you to control the pace even though he's on top, not before making sure you're comfortable and ready. you're scared, gripping his bicep tightly in your grasp, sucking in a deep breath when you tell him to just fuck you. he's laughing, cooing at you words, calling you sweet and cute as his cock slips into your prepped pussy. he whispers sweet little nothings in your ears to calm you down when he feels your body tensing up, mumbling about how tight you feel around his cock and that you feel so good, that you're doing so well for him.
he even holds your hand throughout it, smothering your face with the most tender kisses, waiting for you to tell him his next move.
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you hate chenle. you hate him with a passion. he's loud. he's annoying. he's sassy and he's overly confident that it makes you sick. he lives and breathes to tease you, to rile you up and cause a reaction. you loathe him.
chenle knows this, of course. he thrives off of it, almost making it a mission to make you angry at least once a day. he makes small comments, he steals your shit, he mocks you when you talk and he tries to trip you whenever you walk by. it's a game for him. a sick and twisted game that makes you want to strangle him to death.
you never really laid your hands on chenle before, minus a few arm punches here and there, but the first time you actually touched him with the intent of killing him was when chenle took his teasing a step too far. your hands were around his throat before realising, cursing and shouting at the top of your lungs as you climb onto his lap for a better grip, threatening to end his life for making your life a living hell.
chenle's cackling, finding joy in your anger as he tries to peel you off of him, digging his hands under your armpits to tickle you, pinching your sides to throw you off but his ministrations die down when he feels the way you're moving on top of him, your hips accidentally grinding down on his to keep yourself stable.
he's gulping, eyes blown out wide, hands resting on your waist as he stares up at you and you go to make a comment about who the fuck he was staring at until you feel it, the hardness poking at your inner thigh. you reel back in surprise but chenle's got you trapped in his hold, unable to move off his lap without you struggling, causing you to move on his cock that continues to grow in his pants.
you call him a sick fuck, chiding him for enjoying this but he's not listening, panting heavily with each movement of your hips. you raise your hand to hit his arm for his attention but he's quick to grab it, pressing the palm of your hand around his throat tightly as he begs you to do it again. you're dumbstruck, unable to form a sentence as you stare at him incredulously.
you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the position you were in, allowing yourself to wrap your fingers around his neck and grind your hips down on his cock. he's gasping and grunting, his own fingers digging into your waist to quicken your movements and it doesn't take long for him to remove each of your clothes, begging to be touched and pleased.
before either of your underwear are thrown across the room, he confesses that he's never had sex before, that this is his first time to which you nod your head, admitting that you've never gone this far with anyone either. a few messy handjobs and awkward fingering sessions have been present in your lifetime but never sex. this is new for the both of you.
it's exciting. it's exhilarating to have sex with someone you despise so much, but that's what makes it so fun, especially when you're fucking each other with so much hatred and pent up frustrations.
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jisung has been your boyfriend for a little over four months. relationships are fairly new to you both and being as shy as you are, neither of you have gone further than a few shared kisses. it's not like you didn't want to have sex with jisung, because you really do, it's the fact that you literally have no idea what to do and you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of your first boyfriend.
jisung is in a similar position, he wants to have sex with you, he wants to know what it's like to be so intimate and close to you... but how the fuck is he supposed to do that with no experience? what would happen if he can't please you the way you deserve to be pleased? what if he can't make you cum? god, he's a mess. his head is in his hands and his phone is unlocked beside him with multiple tabs open with articles and videos teaching him how to please a woman, some a little more intimidating than others, babbling to himself how he's going to be a virgin forever.
you're standing at the bedroom door, watching him with wide eyes and the second you step further into the room, the floorboards creak beneath your weight and his head snaps up in alarm. his hand slams down on his phone when the woman on a video starts to explain where the clit is and you try your best to supress your laugh when his face turns red and eyes glassy, clearly embarrassed at being caught.
jisung's rambling now, confessing while also making excuses that make no sense whatsoever but his words die down when you sit beside him and unlock your phone to show him your own research, flicking through countless of tabs that teaches you how to give a handjob and how to ride a dick. he swears that he even saw a article with the title: "how to make someone cum"
this stirred something inside of jisung so he, shockingly, made the first move to kiss you and you happily reciprocated. the two of you awkwardly move around on your bedsheets, struggling to peel items of clothing off of your bodies and you laugh at the way his sweater gets caught around his head. laughing helps eases the situation and you both share a few giggles but the nerves come immediately flying back when jisung is between your open legs, hands shaking as he rolls the condom on his length.
your body trembles with anxiety, trying to hold yourself back from covering your most intimate areas and you refuse to meet his eyes when he hovers over you, his breath fanning across your cheeks. jisung feels his own body shake with anxiety as he wraps his hand around himself, nudging his tip at your entrance and the painful gasp you let out during his first initial push makes him freak out, pulling back almost immediately you shake your head, fingers interlocking with his tightly, eyes staring into his so lovingly as he pushes back into you.
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morgana-ren · 5 months
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You ever just think about the fact that Ascended Astarion didn’t make Tav a spawn, but a vampire bride? Just so his beloved wouldn’t go through what he did? Like think about it.
He says his transformation was painful and that he crawled out from his grave, writhing in agony as the vampirism took over. But for Tav? He made it painless, pleasurable, and brought her back from the brink before she could fully slip into death with his own blood. Once a vampire creates their bride, their happiness and well-being depends on her. This is the closest thing that a vampire can feel to true love, despite everything being twisted in his head now.
The love he feels for her is still there, oh absolutely. It's just been twisted into something ravenous and devouring. When he says he wants to spend eternity with her, he very much means it.
The way he feels for Tav can never be true love because true love is selfless, and he is not. It's more of a dark mirror into true love. Desire becomes uncontrollable lust, protectiveness becomes possession, care becomes control, and love becomes an all-devouring need.
The thing with needs is that they are not up for negotiation. They are essential, and demand to be obeyed. Astarion needs Tav once he ascends, so it's no longer healthy. It is especially no longer healthy because he genuinely does not give a damn what she has to say about it. She is his: his lover, his beloved, his consort, his Tav; his. She is bound to him body and soul.
That's part of why he turned her-- well, that and obviously he couldn't stand to lose her, and mortals are so terribly fragile. She cannot leave him even if she wanted to. He knows firsthand what it is to try and disobey your master, and he knows no matter how willful, she will never be able to disobey or leave. He was handed a Illithid-ex-machina to get away from Cazador, and the chances of that happening again are... practically zero.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't care for her. In a way, he cares too much. He still loves her. Those feelings still fester inside of him, whether he wants them to or not. They still absolutely have a crushing grasp on him, probably much to his ire. Vampires are capable of love, just not quite as we know it. It's unhealthy and obsessive.
He doesn't want to hurt her. There was no reason to make her transformation painful. In fact, he associated it with sex so it was probably rather pleasant for her. He takes her as his consort eternal, and he very much means that. He doesn't have any intentions of abandoning her. He's basically marrying her forever.
Like you said, he even gives her his blood. Something that he tells you is entirely unheard of for vampires. She's not his equal-- not quite-- but she's as close as he could logically without giving her the means to disobey and, Bane forbid, leave him.
That love is still nestled in him. Again, like you said, it's just been twisted now. What was pure and built on friendship and love and care flips to the opposite. Desire and selfishness rule his life, and by proxy, her.
Think of a beautiful bird you feed outside. It's a mutual understanding built on compassion and trust. It comes of its own free will, and you give of yours. But suddenly it's not enough. You don't want that beautiful bird to leave you. You don't want it to fly too far or seek other gardens. You want the bird with you always, to sing and perch and keep you company. So you cage that bird so it no longer has a choice. You hide the bird away so it can sing only for you, now and always.
He loves her eternal still. And yet, it can no longer be true love when one side no longer has a choice.
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narutoverse-write · 1 year
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death wish - SATORU GOJO
cw: violence, protective/slight yandere gojo
『summary: with gojo being away for work, your lonesome home is invaded by a curse. luckily, gojo returns just in time.』
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However lonely long nights without Gojo may be, the wandering cat of the town still sits within your window pane. For whatever reason, the feline only feels comfortable doing so when you're home alone. In fact, she hates Gojo, because as soon as he reaches to pet her black fur, she hisses and retreats back to the outside world.
You enjoy the company anyway, even if it is just a cat.
Placing a small plate with tuna beside the kitty, she happily began eating, ceasing her consistent meowing for attention. Turning back once more, you continued cooking yourself dinner. Although it may have been too late for dinner, some nights it was harder to fall asleep without Gojo there.
Humming a soft tune to yourself rather than listen to the sound of the cat lapping away at the fish, you contently stirred the cooking noodles mindlessly, attempting to soothe your longing heart. Tilting your head slightly, a stinging sensation dug into your veins. Placing a quick hand against your neck, a small spider sat, swiftly attempting to escape your grasp before it was crushed between your fingertips.
You were a pacifist. Even the smallest of insects were safe at your hands. Turning around once more with the spider in your palm, you planned to release it outside as you winced at the slight pain. In the midst of a mild panic from the spider bite, you hadn't noticed the cat's absence from your window, leaving the small plate of tuna half eaten.
Frowning slightly, the feline almost never leaves you alone unless Gojo arrives, but you hadn't heard his entrance. On top of that, he normally announces his arrival upon entering the front door.
"Gojo?" You called out, wondering if perhaps it had been a long day and he was tired. Nothing returned from down the hallway. Allowing the spider to crawl towards your fingertip before departing onto the wall. Continuing on, your footsteps were nearly silent against the floorboards as you made your way towards the front door.
Shut and locked still. You began to think you were simply overreacting and that the cat was simply spooked by a passing car. That is, until a slight creak of the floor was heard like an echo through the house, originating from the kitchen. Although the logical side of your mind told you that it was the cat returning to it's spot, your worrisome nature led you to believe the worst.
Gojo had always said that if there were ever a time you felt uncomfortable at home alone, to leave immediately and to call him. He's assured that false alarms didn't bother him, but it would be extremely embarrassing to be afraid of a harmless cat.
Making your way back towards the kitchen, your stomach sank after entering the hallway into an area of heavy air. Your fingertips twitched, fear freezing you still as a being Gojo described as being a curse stood at the opposing end of the hallway.
"Hello princess," It spoke, "Where is Gojo Satoru?"
Was this a friend?
You weren't entirely sure, but you stayed silent nonetheless. Gojo had been keen on enforcing a barrier within the house, so it's presence alone was daunting. It's hand seemed to stretch at an unnatural length, it's cracked skin outlining a small smile on it's lips.
"Or perhaps I should wait for him here? He's bound to return, right?" It asked as your panicked mind attempted to sort through everything Gojo has taught you about being safe and protecting yourself. With Gojo around, he was perfectly capable of giving you infinity, but he taught the basics, explaining how it works.
You were certain you had limited time to figure out infinity, your silence beginning to bother the cursed being before you. You kept your focus on your skin, attempting to form a high level of control over something you had no capacity of seeing with your own eyes; it was a tough job, and you wouldn't know if it was working until the last possible moment.
Your eyes welled with tears as a snake-like object slid across your cheek. Too afraid to inspect what it was, you simply closed your eyes to stop the tears; whatever it was, it came from this curse.
"Oh, do not cry, beautiful," It attempted to soothe, sounding somewhat human. "You must understand. Killing you will be my best bet in getting Satoru here as soon as possible. It's nothing personal, my dear."
You kept your eyes closed as they burned with hot tears. A part of you knew something like this was bound to happen; being involved with the most powerful sorcerer wasn't all sunshines and rainbows, after all. You didn't regret falling for Gojo, but you certainly wished you had just a few more moments with him.
Just as it seemed to be too late to turn back, the sensation left your cheek shortly before a low, soothing voice called from behind you.
"Ryōiki tenkai," Gojo's voice alone was enough for relief to travel down your spine. You finally turned back, slowly, your skin growing hot as you met Gojo's chest immediately. "You okay, darling?"
You nodded, too petrified to bring your gaze away from whatever it was that was happening around you. His infinity faded just slightly, allowing your fingertips to grip onto his jacket with ease.
"Satoru Gojo," The curse's voice sounded further, weaker.
"Great, you've scared her," Gojo spoke in a low tone that did not warrant a friendly interaction to come. "Unfortunately, I won't be letting her go; she won't let me, you see. So you may consider this a. . . more humane ending. Really, it's lucky for you."
His left arm remained around your waist as you felt his right hand reach forward again, his entire arm trembling with rage before a quick snap of his fingers rang through your ears. The world fell silent, and Gojo's chest had tightened. The only remaining sign of life was his arms as they wrapped around your figure entirely.
"It's gone, my love," He eased, his voice returning to his happy tone. "You're okay?"
"Y-Yes," You stuttered, never realizing that you had began holding your breath until he forced you to speak. "How did it get in here?"
"Hm. . ." He pondered as you looked up at him, his diamond blue eyes scanning the walls around us, as if they were see through. His left arm only left your body when he noticed the tiny spider, continuing to scurry across the white wall. Balling his hand into a fist, he gently connected the side of it with the spider, squishing it against the wall without hesitation. "Tiny little thing. . . Must have slipped through the window you keep open for the damn cat."
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Before Binghe starts actively courting Shizun he realizes that he’s going to have to deal with his most dangerous opponent in this goal: Liu Qingge. He is a powerful adversary who has an (annoying) amount going for him and also those four years Binghe wasn’t there to bond with him. This will take strategy, and a deft hand.
Binghe: (pointing at the third slide of thirty-six slide presentation on why it would be better for Shizun to marry him first) Furthermore, Big Bro Liu is a skilled warrior, but has demonstrated no ability or training in keeping house or entertaining company, both of which are key duties of the first spouse. I, in contrast, have been training for such things my whole life, and would in fact prefer to be the one to handle such things-
(Slide seven gets into how LQG, being a war god, would be better suited for protecting Shizun from enemies and finding him cool monsters via night hunts)
(Slide nine allows for the possibility of LQG taking Shizun along on night hunts, but Binghe gets to come too because he doesn’t trust LQG’s cooking skills)
(Slide fifteen is just “Can you even balance a budget?”, that’s it, that’s the whole slide, it is accompanied by a pointed look and nothing more)
(Slide seventeen gets into how two balance two peak lords being married to each other and living arrangements)
(Slide twenty-two I’m the caretaker, you’re the provider, and Shizun is spoiled rotten, this is how things should be)
(Slide twenty-five admits that Binghe and LQG will probably have to start getting along if they want this to work since Shizun likes both of them)
(Slide twenty-six adds that, as a husband instead of househusband, LQG has 0% right to wearing a character apron. He can have a regular one to help around the house if asked, if he has complaints learn how to do laundry, the character apron is a privilege, not a right)
(Slide twenty-seven puts forth a potential breakdown of timetables for when they should each start courting and how they should support each other in these endeavors)
(Slide thirty-five relents that this is, of course, all hinged on Shizun being willing to marry either of them - Shizun’s word is law)
(Slide thirty-six: Questions?)
Liu Qingge has many questions and much confusion, especially over the fact that Binghe seems to be making some legitimately good points and have some decent ideas in here, especially regarding both their strengths and weaknesses.
And, while I do enjoy a nice throuple with these three, a good ol’ equilateral triangle relationship, in this AU I like the idea of Shen Qingqiu being in romantic relationships with both Binghe and Liu Qingge, and Binghe and Liu Qingge in a queer platonic relationship with each other. The idea of them somehow sliding into this quiet, mutually supportive relationship laced with non-sexual intimacy and shoring up each others’ weaknesses. And Luo Binghe stays home while Liu Qingge comes and goes as he needs and pleases, and they all give and receive different things from each other.
Thinking about it, it might be interesting if Liu QIngge was actually more comfortable with Binghe visiting his dream realm than Shen Qingqiu, just because in his dream realm there’s the whole environment to communicate what he wants to say instead of just words, which he has a hard time with. Possibly Binghe could teach him a little about controlling his personal dream realm, maybe learn how to send messages in dreams so he has a way to call for help if something happens on a mission or night hunt and there’s no one nearby to help him. In return, Liu Qingge helps Binghe re-hone his sword skills (regardless of iteration, this world they live in is dangerous and fighting skills are basically a requirement, even for a househusband), since he and Binghe are both physical cultivators in contrast to Shen Qingqiu’s spiritual cultivation...
...also this was meant to be a semi-humorous post about Binghe trying to get Liu Qingge to go along with his plans via a slideshow, when did it turn into serious relationship development and exploration between the two of them and how this relationship fits into this AU...?
Anyway, point is, these two can be super hot together, but I’ve enamored myself with them quietly leaning on each other in this AU as they care for the man they both love in their own ways.
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kitsune-oji · 7 months
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Hi! I saw that post of the 22nd of August when you asked if anyone had ideas for fics, could I suggest a fic where Mammon comforts a gn MC who is scared to death after an horror game marathon with Levi but tries to hide it?
I hope I respected the rules and this made sense, English isn't my first language.
I wish you the best of days.
With You
I don't have to feel scared
Thank you for this cute idea!! Your English is very good, don't worry :) it's not my first language either btw. I hope you like it ✨
Mammon x/& gn! Mc (you/yours)
Word count: 653
Warnings/Tags: comfort, fluff, Reader being scared after playing horror games and being a bit shy
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It was fun, it really was. You enjoyed playing with Levi and the fact that it was a horror game was alright too. While you were there, even though you jumped and yelled and held on tightly to the blanket in your lap or the controller, you weren't too scared.
But now it was different.
Levi wasn't next to you anymore, yelping and saying you scared him by getting scared yourself. You didn't have anything to focus on, no goal in a game to work towards. Somehow, not actually being in such a suspenseful situation made it worse.
The darkness of the corridor, the endless silence stretching on until you got to your room. Every little creaking sound made you flinch and look around, as if expecting something to jump out from the next corner and see something crawl away in the corner of your eye.
Sort of stupid, wasn't it? When you lived in a house with demons, one would think you wouldn't get scared so easily anymore. Unfortunately it didn't work that way.
Your room felt cold and uninviting when you stepped over the threshold. Even turning the light on didn't save you from the uncomfortable, anxious feeling in your gut. Images from the game kept flashing through your mind, scary scenes replaying again and again to the point you feared they would actually manifest in real life.
You couldn't be alone. Not right now. Should you go back to Levi? Maybe not, you weren't sure. Either way, you needed someone around you, so you quickly walked out of your room again and screeched when suddenly there was someone right in front of you.
Mammon held his ears and shot you a look you couldn't quite place. It wasn't happy at least.
"It's just me, what the hell is your problem? Damn that hurt..."
Despite his choice of words, he didn't sound too angry. You tried to calm your racing heart.
"I noticed ya weren't with Levi anymore so I thought I'd come over. What's with the screaming? I don't look that horrible."
He really didn't. Mammon was like a sight for sore eyes, his mere presence made you feel better already. Yet your hands still shook.
"I'm sorry, I-, there's just, I wasn't, I'm just a bit.. jumpy right now", you stuttered, trailing off and looking at Mammon's reaction tentatively.
His eyebrows lifted and you could basically see a lightbuld over his head lighting up.
"What, yer scared cause of some dumb video game? Why did ya play it then?"
"I wasn't that scared when we actually played it, it's just, now that everything is quiet I keep thinking about it..."
He blinked, then looked to the side and scratched his neck, stepping from one foot onto the other.
"Ya know...", he started, "If you want me to keep you company, you just gotta say it."
You tugged on one of his sleeves until he looked at you again and nodded. There was a pause before Mammon took your hand from his sleeve and held it in his own instead. Looking straight ahead, he marched towards his room with you. You could see the tips of his ears twitching slightly.
Once you were in his room, Mammon put on one of his action movies. The sounds of racing, explosions, gunfire and talking was much better than the suffocating silence from before. You crawled under the blanket with him and he tugged you close to his side when you leaned against his shoulder.
Like this, all the fear from before felt so far away. Like a distant dream.
Slowly, you closed your eyes and took in Mammon's scent, the sounds of the movie, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his arm securely around you. With your own demon, you didn't have to fear anything else coming to hurt you. He would be stronger than them all.
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❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜ + first time tattoos with daniel or lance
and the lance brainrot takes control 🤭
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dragonfly (ls18) ─── spontaneity was lance's love language
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you put pen to paper, messily scribbling your signature on the line, consenting for the heavily tattooed artist to ink your skin. despite his intimidating demeanor, his smile is warm and his voice is soft. his skin is littered in art, colors swirling into one, it makes you wonder how long he’d been getting them for.
you’d have to ask. 
“do you know what you’re gonna get?” 
lance smiles down at you, a glint of excitement in his honey brown eyes. he follows you over to the seats in the corner of the tattoo parlor. hip-hop music plays in the shop, neon lights from the sign outside peeking through the window. the parlor is basically empty, only three artists and one other customer in your company. you can hear the soft buzz of the tattoo gun, and you can see the contrasting ink against the other man’s pale skin. he doesn’t flinch, just laying completely still, staring at the ceiling. 
“i’m gonna get a dragonfly, on my back.” you finally answer. you reach behind you, pointing at the top most spot of your back. 
“i like it. i’ll be able to see it when i-“
“lance!”
your cheeks are warm, bright red at your boyfriend’s teasing. he chuckles and leans over to press a kiss to your temple, mumbling that he was just kidding against your skin. you swat his thigh anyway, shaking your head. 
it’s a little funny (probably also telling) how you had ended up in the tattoo parlor at nine in the evening. prior to that very moment you were having a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant. lance sat across from you, sharing hopes and dreams for the upcoming season and mentioned how if he won a race, he’d get another tattoo to commemorate it. 
“i’ve always wanted to get a tattoo.”
“well, why don’t you?”
your only reason was that you heard it hurt, but he argued and said that it wasn’t a good reason to have. and after rushing you to finish your pasta and dropping a hundred dollar bill on the table, he dragged you out by the arm and drove to the only open tattoo shop in town. he loved being spontaneous, especially when it’s with you. and now you’re sitting there, your boyfriend buzzing with excitement. and you… 
you were losing your mind. 
“you’re gonna be fine.” lance’s words provide little comfort, but you smile anyway. he pats your leg, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze.
the tattoo artist calls your name, leading you back to his station in the corner of the shop. you look over at the other man who’s sitting on the table the moment he flinches. the artist apologizes softly, and you don’t hear the rest of it as you move further down the shop. your stomach does flips, and you begin to pull on your fingers. lance catches your nervous ticks. he pulls you by the hand and under his arm, pulling you close to plant another kiss on your temple.
the artist pats the table, and you sit while he goes to print your design. your fingers never leave lance’s hold. you swing your hands, left to right, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you were about to get a tattoo. lance could see it in your face, the way your eyes dart from left to right, and the way you bite the inside of your cheeks. he tugs your hand gently, waiting for you to look up at him.
“there’s no need to be nervous, okay? i’ll be here the entire time. you can hold my hand, if you want.” 
he gives you a cheeky wink, and you laugh softly. 
“my hero.” 
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after-witch · 10 months
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Derek Goffard Imagine (If he knew you from childhood and hated your guts)
Title: Derek Goffard Imagine (If he knew you from childhood and hated your guts)
Word count: 1200ish
notes: misogyny, physical and emotional abuse, descriptions of childhood bullying and harassment including bulling related to appearance and sexual harassment, bug eating, descriptions of violence and sexual assault, descriptions of death, kidnapping
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There's this dynamic I am obsessed with when it comes to Derek, just absolutely enamored with, it makes me wild, feral, etc etc.
It's being someone from his past the he. just. fucking. hates.
Maybe you went to some exclusive private school together. Maybe your families were in the same ultra-rich circles and you wound up shuffled into the same rooms as children and then teenagers, chaperoned by nannies who took the opportunity to hang out in corners with snacks and drinks, eager to get a break from their wealthy little charges for a few hours.
Whatever the circumstances, the fact remains: he can't stand you. He can't stand the way you act better than him, better than everything around you. And his dad makes it clear, very, very early on that he is not to touch anyone in their social circles. He has dark urges? There are ways to handle that discretely.
His dad will, however, overlook some basic bullying. Because daddy dearest and Derek both know that you aren't going to tell your parents about it. You're smart enough to know it won't amount to anything. Your family's situation is too precarious to shake things up. New money and all that. You (and they) won't rock the boat.
So when Derek pins you down in some over-pretentious fuck's playroom where you're all being shepherded and shoves handfuls of dead bugs in your face, when he calls you an ugly slut in between classes and convinces the pack of kids he calls his friends (even if they hate him as much as anyone) to hate you too, when he snaps your underwear through your pants and snickers, you just take it.
But that pisses him off, too. Because he has made you cry, yeah. He's even made you hiss between your teeth--shut your fucking mouth, Derek, and the little thrill at getting you wound up was nice.
But it's not enough. He wants more from you. He wants to see you cry so hard that snot bubbles out of your nose. He wants to see blood-laden drool dripping from the corner of your lip. He wants to see you with real fear in your eyes, not anxiety because he's going to say something nasty, but true, pants-wetting fear because he has a knife in his hand and you know he will use it.
But he can't get that, because of that clearly spoken rule. He can't touch you. Not in any way that matters.
One day, your parents move you out of state. New business venture. He doesn't know until you're not in school for a week and someone mentions it, but by then he's about to graduate and then he's being groomed for a bigger role in his father's business and being allowed to regularly indulge in his darker side, so he shrugs it off. One less plaything gone.
A few years pass. He's an adult now, big fucking whoop. He's gone to a few hunts. Killed and raped and done all sorts of awful things. He likes it. It makes him feel in control. It makes him feel good.
So good that he finds the time in between hunts to be agonizing.
And he's bored as fuck one day, and gets the idea to look you up. Why not? Maybe he'll print out a picture of your face and use it for target practice for an upcoming hunt or something. Whatever.
But oh, what he finds... he normally doesn't bother with lame ass social media, but it's a treasure trove, one that has him grinning behind his laptop like the little shit that he is.
The Oh-So-Perfect-Above-It-All You? Fallen from grace, what little of it you held. Your father was caught stealing from his company (what a moron) and he's in prison. Your mom is married to some new rich asshole and from the looks of it, isn't in your life much.
And you? You're living in a tiny apartment in a shitty area (with roommates! you can't even afford it by yourself! he barks out a laugh at that one) and working some deadend job at a gas station that is barely enough to pay the bills.
He sees that you list a nice college on your resume but don't say you graduated from it... timing-wise, it looks like you only got 2 years in before your dad wound up in prison. No way for him to pay your tuition from behind bars.
Your life has gone to shit.
It makes him snicker. Then it makes him laugh.
And then it makes him... wonder.
You're not somebody now, are you? You're no one. You live in a rundown apartment with roaches (he's seen the videos you made complaining) and work at a gas station, sometimes even on the night shift. Your mom's a goldigging whore and your dad is rotting away in prison, and nobody in your previous social circles gives a single rat's ass about you. It's like you were never there in the first place.
So... he could arrange things, couldn't he--to have you picked up and given to him, all tied up and terrified. And then he can do whatever he feels like. Hurt you, rape you, kill you. All his fantasies, all those times he imagined... what it would look like if there was blood spurting from your nose while you begged to lick his balls so he didn't plunge a blade right into your guts, what it would look like when you heard a bone crunch under his boot for the first time, what it would look like when the light left your eyes.
Fuck. He's hard just thinking about it.
Not so high and mighty now--that's what he would say. Cliche but true, so who cares. You'd be on your knees wearing some thrift store outfit that got ripped up during your capture, confused, crying, terrified. And then you'd see him and it would all cli-i-i-i-ck into place.
Look at you, he'd say. Finally in the trash where you always belonged. Well... he can work on his retorts later. The point being, he'd make sure you knew exactly what you were and where you were and how you were fucking nothing. You weren't better than him then and you sure aren't now. With your slut runaway mom and your white collar prison dad and your lack of friends and security.
He'll rub all that in your face while rubbing his literal dick in your face (You'll cringe, won't you? Probably screw up your nose the way you used to do when he'd toss that out as an insult--Suck my fucking cock, bitch--and now you'll have to do it! Hah!) before he gets down to proper business.
You'll have the benefit of not being his first victim. He's gotten more creative over time, even more patient, which surprises him. He could slice open your tongue before he makes you give him a nice, sloppy blowjob. He could find bugs--live ones, this time--and make you eat them one by one while he slices up your arms for every time you gag. He could make you apologize for being trash while he uses a blowtorch on your fingers.
He could do whatever. he. wanted.
And you? You'll bleed and you'll beg the way you should have done all those years ago.
Hell, it might be better to see if he can arrange to get you outside of the hunt. Then he'll have all the time in the world to do whatever he wants with you.
Lucky you, huh?
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trentskibunny66 · 1 year
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Trent Alexander Arnold SMUT p1.
summary: Trent shows up to your apartment at night unexpected. You try to watch a movie together but the sexual tension is suffocating...
word count: 2.5k
warning: idk just smut i guess.
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I'm alone in the apartment with my baby kitten. The loneliness hits me quick after my friendl left so I turn on a show to keep myself company.
Barely ten minutes into this horror movie I hear the door bell ringing making my heart jump out of my chest. The bell rings again as I approach it quietly. I try to not make much noise since I'm not really expecting anyone tonight. I look through the peephole and see Trent. "What is he doing here" I think to myself.
I open the door quickly to be met with a tan smiling 6'4 man. I am obssessing over how his eyes close and wrinkles form around them when he smiles, but I can't confess that to him just yet. It's too early.
I smile wide back at him "I thought you were at dinner with the boys tonight?" I say as I make space for him to walk into the flat.
I can tell that he is scanning my body up and down for a second and I realize that I'm wearing silky, nearly see-through pjs with no undies. He has never seen me in anything scandalous like this. I silently curse my choice of outfit.
- "Yeah we finished early and instead of going back home I thought maybe I could stay over tonight" he spoke softly as he kicked off his shoes and hung his jacket.
-"you came right in time, I'm home alone and absolutely terrified"
he chuckles as he sits on the sofa facing the tv to see the horror movie I was watching. He pats the seat right next to him motioning for me. I politely obey and sit down, our thighs touching. He puts his arm around me and I learn into him a bit.
Our relationship is fairly new, we haven't gotten any further than kissing and holding hands ever since he found out that I was a virgin. He's very respectful and never pushes me to do anything unless I make the move first. And I'm too shy since I'm a literal virgin. I'm a kinky slut yes, but still a virgin.
He leans me in even closer and sniffs my hair "Mmm you smell so nice" he half moans ass he runs his fingers through my hair. "I just showereddd" I sing back trying to hide the fact that my pussy starting pulsing the second he started patting me.
He's wearing a basic white tee that hugs his muscles perfectly, I can see the outline of his abs through the shirt. I can also see the outline of something else in his grey sweatpants.... That's probably his phone... I look over the table where his phone is placed right next to mine... Oh...
Trent keeps asking questions about the movie since he missed the first few minutes and I do my best to stay focused and answer his questions. He slides his hand from the top of my head to hold my waist softly over my silk top. He touches a bit of my warm exposed flesh sending shivers up my body. Obviously I don't move, but my body reacts in ways I have no control over. I feel the heat rush up to my cheeks as my nipples harden through my top. I just try to redirect my eyes to the movie as I lean my head on his shoulder. He leans his head back on mine and asks me how my day went in a soft tone.
The fusion of his deep soft voice and his gentle warm touch makes my anxious body melt in his presence. I am so comfortable in his arms that I start humming and moaning my words into his ear. My pussy is pulsing more and more. He is holding me even closer now with my bare legs over his lap. I move carefully not to expose myself as I'm wearing a thin thong that's now drenched in my fluids.
I start moving my hand up and down his chest as we stare aimlessly at the tv. I place a kiss on his neck and he hums in response. His sweet honey voice makes me want to sit on his lap and rub myself on his groin.
With his left hand he lifts my face up to meet his. He places his plumb lips on mine; a soft but deep kiss that makes my head spin. He takes my bottom lip in between his teeth and pulls on it gently. A low moan gets caught in my throat and he squeezes my body closer to him as a response. His lips leave mine and before I object they meet my hot skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses from my cheeks, down my neck.
It's getting harder to control the voices escaping my mouth as his soft wet lips graze over all my sweet spots. I can hear his heavy breathing between each kiss, making me lose sense of reality. My vision starts to get blurry, and I lose the battle against myself. He delicately bites my neck and I gasp, rolling my eyes back. I can feel his smirk against my skin and he does it again, this time harder. I breathe in and place my hand over his chest.
I want to grind on his cock so bad.
I don't notice that I started slightly rocking my hips back and forth and pushing my chest against his, but he does.
He makes my thoughts come into reality as he picks me up and places me on his lap. Wasting no time he starts kissing me again, this time with tongue.
Both his hands are on my hips as he positions me exactly where he wants me; on his cock.
I can feel him, pulsing hard through his sweats. He starts moving himself under me while kissing me. The heat from my wet core must feel nice on him because a moan escapes his lips to find themselves on mine.
-"I'm sorry baby, I couldn't control myself" he says as he grabs my face with one hand, placing the other on my ass. "Is this okay?" He asks with lustful eyes.
And before I could answer he pushed me into a deep kiss. His tongue grazed past my lips to find my tongue. He moans in my mouth as I grind myself on him.
-"I'll take that as a yes then" he says smiling into the kiss, refusing to let go of me even for a split second.
I can't take this anymore, I want his cock raw rubbing on my hot core.
But I can't, this is only my 4th time hanging out with this guy. If I do anything with him he's gonna think I'm a slut.
I push away from the kiss and stop grinding. both hands squeezing my ass, he looks at me like a lost puppy. I motion to him to take his shirt off and I see something new in his eyes. It's not just lust, it's challenge.
-"no." He firmly says, "you do it for me".
The piercing eye contact strikes me straight in the pussy and I'm at a loss of words.
-"be a good girl and do as you're told"
I swallow my anxiety and obey him. Maybe if I distract myself with his abs I'll forget the yearn for his groin and we can stop at this.
I place my hands under the fabric of his shirt and in one motion yeet it off his head, across the room.
He looks me in the eyes, proudly smiling at me then leans into my ear placing sweet wet kisses on it again.
-"You look like such a good girl with this ribbon in your hair" he whispers in my ear.
His movement changes from grinding his cock on me to straight up dry humping me. I can't help but bounce and moan on top of him.
He's enjoying every second of the show; watching me attentively with his bottom lip between his teeth as I throw my head back, mouth open. Being watched in awe is turning me on even more. I'm loving this more than I should. I place both hands on his chest and gather the courage to ask him to stop. This is too far too soon.
-"Trent" I manage to say out of breath.
-" yea baby?" He saw quickly still humping me.
-"I think-" my words are interrupted by him spanking my ass and thrusting his hard cock right onto my hole.
He grabs me by neck delicately forcing my eyes to meet his. It was at this moment where I lost absolutely all little control I had over myself. My manners, values and self respect all escaped my body.
-"what is it sweetheart" his voice full of love and care.
I can't bring myself to stop him, nor can I bring myself to ask him to fuck me. So I just impulsively take my shirt off hoping that would be enough of a clue. He wastes no time and takes my tits in his hands, squeezing and massaging them.
-"they're so soft" he smiles at me then licks my nipple making me gasp. I get off his lap onto my knees and he watches me wide eyed at the sudden burst of confidence. I tug at his gray sweats. What a man whore. Looking up at him with puppy eyes, "can I?". He nods quickly as if I'm gonna change my mind if he doesn't respond immediately.
He helps me pull down his pants, not able to hide his excitement. He's now sitting there with just his black boxers tight around his boner. He's so big. He grabs my face with one hand and the other on my neck and kisses me deeply. He leans back onto the sofa keeping one hand on my face.
I start stroking his shaft, he's so warm and hard. I notice the precum stain and twirl my finger around it, enjoying every second. He's caressing my cheek so lovingly. Impatient, he takes his cock out for me and my mouth falls open at the size. It's so thick too. I bite my lips as I grab it with one hand. Locking eyes with Trent, I pull my tongue out and slap his dick on it a couple times. I start stroking him nice and slow as I spit on his shaft. I spread that around his cock then place sweet wet sloppy kisses all over his tip. I know he likes it by the way he watches me do it. I finally put him in my mouth and swirl my tongue around him as he throws his head back in pleasure. Both his hands grab my hair and he starts slowly grinding his hips making me go deeper. I bop my head up and down struggling to get all of him in.
-"touch yourself for me baby" he orders while looking down on me.
I politely obey taking my fingers down to my hot aching core, sliding my thong to the side and finally rubbing my sore wet clit. My mouth lets go of his cock to sit on it again and rub it up and down. I take his balls in my mouth and he throws his head back pushing mine further onto him. He directs me exactly where he wants me and I love it. He next moves my mouth back to his shaft.
"Can I fuck your mouth baby?" He demands more than asks.
I put him in my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around him, making eye contact, nodding yes. He pulls me by the hair "say it".
-"yes daddy" I say looking up to him.
He is very satisfied with that answer, so much so that he leans in and kisses me. He puts his cock in my mouth again, giving me time to adjust, before he starts thrusting himself inside me.
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villainessprefect · 1 year
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~Tell It to My Heart~
title: Your Chosen Knight
dialogue #11: "My heart made its choice, and it chose you."
Silver x fem!reader
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You lift your gaze to admire the night sky. Stars decorate the darkness, each one glowing and glistening. The moon accompanies them with its own light, casting it down upon you. You take in a deep breath and shut your eyes to listen to the life around. Crickets chirp and owls join in with their occasional song. There's the light rustling of bushes thanks to the wind. But the most important sound came from the one behind you.
It's a silent voice, one that can only be heard when sitting right beside him. Silver's breathing is calm and quiet, peaceful. He looks absolutely beautiful as he sleeps. It's a curse that he hates, but it's one that you've come to adore. Not only can you admire his features, look at him so longingly, but the roles reverse. For once, you aren't the princess in need of protecting. You get to be the one to protect him.
You can't do much, but you can watch over him to make sure no harm comes his way. It's as simple as shooing other students away to simply standing guard. Not many would decide to mess with a Diasmonia student, let alone one that's connected to Malleus. It makes the job a little easier.
The even breathing comes to a halt as it's replaced with a low grumble. Auroral eyes flutter open and immediately focus on you. It doesn't take long for him to realize his situation.
"You're still here?" He mumbles as he regains his voice. You nod.
"Did you think I'd leave you here by yourself?"
"No, but," a pause as he tears his gaze away from you and up to the sky. "I'm sorry. I've been told not to keep a lady out late at night and I seem to have failed doing that."
It's hard to tell that he's upset with himself. He isn't beating himself up over this fact, but a part of him does feel like he's failed you. It was basic etiquette and his curse had sabotaged it entirely.
"It's fine," you reply. You're already getting to your feet, a hand smoothing down the slight wrinkles of your dress. You extend a hand towards him. He takes it without any question. "I know you don't have control of your sleeping spells. I don't mind them. It just means I get to spend a little more time with you."
"Thank you for always keeping me company."
Silver gives a slight bow of his head once he stands. It's amazing at how quickly he could bounce back after waking up, acting as if he had never fallen asleep in the first place. If you were in his shoes, you think you'd be groggy after every forced nap.
"You're welcome."
"I wish I could repay you. You do alot for me and father always says I should repay those I'm in debt to."
"It's not that big of a deal, Silver." You wave a hand. He's so sweet and serious, it warms your heart. He's a breath of fresh air to be around. Someone who treats you kindly, never taking you for granted, or trying to fool around with you. Not that the others were terrible, but you enjoyed the feeling of not having to be on your toes or being wary of any shine in his eyes that could lead to trouble.
"Are you certain? There has to be something I could do..." He ponders, arms crossed. His mind draws a blank- rather quite the opposite. There are too many things he thinks he can do. It's simply choosing what.
"Well..." You hum and press a finger to your lips. A little smile forming. Perhaps you'd been in this school a little too long that now you're beginning to indulge in some selfishness. "I can think of something."
"What is it?"
You extend a hand out towards him, again.
"A dance?"
Silver stares at your hand and then to you. He seemed to be stunned by your simple request, yet it doesn't stop him from slipping his hand in yours.
"Why a dance though?"
You blink, cheeks tinting pink.
"I-I just think it would be good for us! It can count as practice too! Training, I mean. Knowing each other's movements and all."
"I see..." Silver nods in agreement. You don't want to admit that you've been dreaming of dancing with him. There'd been a chance before but with hundreds of eyes locked onto you, it was simply too much. Here in the privacy of the darkened forest it would be easier for your heart to handle. No judgment cast upon you, no teasing to hear from your friends, just you and him.
With a breath, you let yourself relax and lead him away from your little resting spot. There's a clearing that allows for plenty of movement for two. This spot isn't meant for dancing, not in the slightest. This spot is meant for training. You frequent this location quite often, almost as much as Silver. Whether its to watch or help him with his sword.
"Ready?" He asks.
"Ready."
With a careful grip, his hand squeezes yours. He gives you a signal before moving his feet. Your movements are so seamless as if you've done this before. His movements are in sync with yours, noting the way you move and always careful to ensure you aren't led astray from your smooth dance floor.
You giggle as you freely dance with him. The sound is a sweet melody that shocks him wide awake. It makes his heart pound against his chest. For a moment, he thinks something is wrong with him. He's never been one to overexert himself so the sudden drumming in his chest catches him off guard. Although, this isn't the first time it's happened. You tend to have this effect on him.
Silver had spoken to Lilia about it before. His father was a little...cryptic at first with his choice of words, but before they parted he told his son what he believed to be true.
His gaze never leaves you. You're absolutely stunning in the moonlight. The way it graces your face, makes your smile shine even brighter than the stars, and how lovely you look. You always did look lovely, regardless of the lighting. And he finds that amazing.
"Is something wrong?" You ask with a worried look.
Silver blinks as he realizes that his movements have slowed. His thoughts had been elsewhere, focusing on you rather than the performance.
"No. I don't think so." He tries to resume the pace you once had. "I was just thinking about something."
The thought makes his heart race once more. The curious look you give him doesn't help, nevertheless, he continues.
"Father once told me that some decisions cannot be made with the mind, but the heart. I didn't quite understand what he meant at first. How does a heart choose anything? But after spending time with you...I think I understand. Your heart will make the most important decision of your life, he told me."
He pauses so your eyes meet.
"My heart made its choice. It chose you."
Lost in his voice, you hadn't realized when you both stopped in your dance. Your grip on his hand tightens as you take in a sharp breath. Heat spreads throughout your cheeks, even reaching your ears.
You never thought a confession would stem from his lips. One spoken so softly as if it were any other tale, but his eyes said it all. Silver wasn't one to joke and definitely not over a subject like this.
"Silver..." You let out the breath you'd been unknowingly holding. "Are you certain?"
"Yes, I am. I know that I'm supposed to protect Malleus, but I wish to protect you as well."
You take in another breath.
"I'm happy to hear that. Because my heart chose you too."
His eyes widened, stunned by the answer. The expression doesn't last as he shuts them, looking as if he were about to drift off to sleep. Hearing your answer nearly makes him feel like he's dreaming.
"I promise to do my best for you as long as I live."
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armpirate · 6 months
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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 35
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Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader
Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.
Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.
After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.
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Aprox. time of reading: 13 minutes
Chapter warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), non-protected sex, dirty talk
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Ever since I came back to our table, I haven't been able to think about anything else that isn't that picture. Not because of the content itself, because I know Y/n would never do something behind my back, and I really doubt she'd choose Jin if she ever did, basically because of all the consequences that would come right after. It activated something that I thought I overcame when we both decided to be exclusive. The possibility of Y/n finding someone better has always been in the back of my head, because I genuinely think she could do way better than me.
A few times she interrupts my inner monologue, she tries to cheer up the mood by making some jokes or being touchy, but it only makes me disconnect from my thoughts the short seconds it lasts. 
—Is something wrong? —she asks, wrapping her arm around mine and squeezing it.
—I'm just a bit tired —I lie, after hearing her ask the same question a few more times. 
—Do you want to leave and get some rest? —she suggests, resting her chin on my shoulder—. I've already finished mine. And I'm sure it won't be a good idea for me to get another one.
When I feel the weight of her head on my shoulder, I can't help but turn to her. Her big eyes are looking at me with a shining light I'm not able to describe, but it for sure works on making me feel more relaxed. 
I nod at her question, making her move away from me so she can stand up and follow right after her.
—Tae isn't here today? —she frowns, trying to find him among the customers.
Honestly, I'm glad Tae and her get on well. At first, I was afraid he'd be too harsh on her after everything that happened with Areum and Leslie. But Y/n's personality captivated Tae instantly, and even made him protective of her sometimes.
—No, he didn't feel well. So Brooke is in charge of the place.
—I hope he feels better soon —she mutters as we head outside—. Tell him that if he needs something...
—I will —I cut her up.
The fact that Brooke, someone Tae also trusts, twisted things just to damage Y/n annoys me, but I know it'd make Tae freak out even more if he ever knew. 
While I drive her home, I feel her hands playfully rubbing my side and tummy, before she's resting her cheek back on my shoulder. Seeing no reaction from me, she just stops trying until we reach her place. 
—You aren't sleeping here? —she looks at me confused, when the engine of the motorbike is still on when she hops off.
—I'd rather go to my place tonight.
—Cut the shit, Jungkook —she crosses her arm over her chest—. What's wrong?
—I told you I'm tired.
—And I'm not buying it —she tilts her head—. You were fine tonight, and out of nowhere you started acting like...
—Like what?
—Like an ass —she rushes to answer—. If you were tired, you could've told me. And we would've gone straight to my house or your place.
—If my attitude bothered you so much, you could've called Jin so he could keep you better company.
Those words leave my lips before I'm able to realize it. Something so insignificant as that picture, got me overreacting and losing control of my own tongue.
Y/n just looks away, pressing her lips together before her eyes are back on me. Sweetness is long gone, and now she's the one who's annoyed here. 
—Why are you bringing up Jin?
—You tell me —I turn off the engine to hear her better—. Why did I have to learn from someone else that you and Jin went out for drinks, and were all over each other?
—All over each other? You have to be kidding me.
She just scoffs, her eyes going blank as she throws her head back and looks at me again with both hands hanging on her hips. 
—He's my fucking boss. He invited me for drinks, because he couldn't do it on my first day —she tries to explain—. He knows we're seeing each other. For fucks sake, the day after, you came to pick me up and he saw us being all over each other.
—And that's why you didn't tell me? —I insist— You told me you'd get home late, and that's why I didn't go to pick you up.
—I didn't tell you because I didn't think it was important —she squints her eyes at me—. I went for a drink with my boss. He himself made things clear when I asked him, so I don't know where this is coming from.
She doesn't say much more, she just waits for me to answer back. But I really don't know what I should answer back right now. And it seems like my silence annoys her even more. 
—It's unbelievable you're the one trying to be offended over me hiding things though —she continues—. Maybe you're being an asshole because Jimin can't tell you what to do right now. Right? —she crosses her arms over her chest— Maybe he'd tell you to man up and bring some sense to that tiny brain of yours.
The fact that she knows about that little thing, and what a dickhead I was because I talked about something that involved her with someone else, and took their advice instead of just accepting what she wanted, makes me aware that she has pretty more reasons to be annoyed at me than I do. 
—I've dealt with your big walls constantly, with your stupid ideas, and even how you don't even want to consider us as a couple. And you really think I'd run after someone else after how much it took us to get here? —her voice trembles as she speaks—. You could've talked to me about it, because I know you would've gone home without saying a single thing about it if I hadn't insisted. You should discuss everything with me.
Everything that was crossing my mind, everything that could've made me distrust her in the slightest, completely disappears when her voice cracks towards the end of the sentence. I allowed my insecurities to get the best of me, and blind me into thinking she'd ever be able to hurt me while being aware of the pain she could put me through.
—I'm sorry —I say, getting her to look at me—. When Brooke told me and showed me the pic, I don't know...
—I don't know either —she crosses her arms over her chest—. It wouldn't cross my mind to do something like that to you.
—I'm sorry —I apologize again, hopping off the motorbike to feel somewhat closer to her.
—If you are sorry, then I really hope you park that damned motorbike and bring your ass up to my place —trying her best to hide her smile, she tilts her head.
—That's it?
—What? —she steps back— Were you expecting me to throw a tantrum and go two weeks without talking to you? —her eyebrow raises with that last comment— I could do that, but I don't want to. I just need you to understand that I'm only into you. And next time something like this happens, you talk to me first —she starts walking, but she suddenly stops again—. I'm not bringing up the whole deal issue because we made up a few days ago, but I hope something like that doesn't ever happen again —she warns me, lifting her index in my direction. 
Trying not to show off my smile, so she doesn't regret her words, I press my lips together and nod. 
Honestly, it feels weird that we both made it out so quickly and so easily. Not like we've gone too long without talking with each other, and the few times were because of a serious issue -at least more than this-, but I still can't believe everything's been solved so fast.
As I sit on the couch, I see her moving uneasy in front of me, puckering her lips, until she finally speaks again. 
—I really can't believe you still think I could look at anyone else the way I look at you —she straddles me, and the way she feels against me will make me go insane—. Maybe I should use actions, because words don't stay long enough up here —she rubs my temple with her index as she says it. 
—How will you do that?
Her fingertip runs over my skin, digging behind my ear into my hair, as she bends over me to link our lips together. One hand holding my head and playing with my hair, while the other travels down my neck and chest. Her touch makes me feel so needy, I see no point in holding back before I sink my tongue in her mouth.  
Not ready for her to move yet, I keep her tight against me, enjoying the taste of our saliva mixing together while our tongues just twirl against one another. And it only gets messier when I feel her pressing her core against me. I unzip her jeans, making them baggy enough around her waist so I can sneak my hands through them, cupping her ass tight. 
She bites my lip before she breaks the kiss, pulling it in between her teeth with her eyes fixed on mine. She seems so dangerous while she does it. But I don't care, I want -and need- more. I move my hands back to her back, holding her tight. Although she's still able to move, I made sure of that after I saw her intentions taking over her eyes.
She kneels slowly in between my legs, moving her hands over my thighs until she almost reaches the noticeable bulge under my pants, and that's screaming for attention at this point. I let out a heavy breath, a feeling all my muscles tense under her touch the closer she gets to my crotch. She unzips my pants. And while I keep my hands in the air -trying to allow her to have as much control as she wants over me-, she finally takes them off, along with my boxers. 
My hard cock jumps free as soon as she slides the fabric down, and I'm sure I won't last too much if she keeps looking at it as if it was something she had been waiting for forever.
She licks my shaft, from the base to the tip, and I'm only able to sigh when the warmth of her tongue traces one of my marked veins until she reaches my most sensitive part. Her fingers wrap around it, letting her tongue tease me. She moves it in circles around the tip,cleaning the precum that keeps leaking. 
Not enough with the feeling, I move her hair away, wanting to get the perfect image of how she looks while she drives me crazy. 
—Suck it, baby —I ask, rubbing her cheek with my thumb. 
As she bends over again, my hand goes back to the back of her head, taking all the locks I can away from her face. 
She wraps her lips around my tip, covering her teeth with them -feeling my heart pounding with pride when I remember I was the one who taught her that-, before she starts going down on me. She bumps her head up and down slowly, having me lifting my hips in the air so her mouth could never leave me. 
—Keep your eyes on me, babe —I command, trying to get her eyes back on me as I notice her closing them.
But maybe it’s the biggest mistake I could've made. 
She looks up to me, big eyes digging for any hint of pleasure on my face, while her lips are wrapped around me tight. Not only is it the way she looks, but how she makes my cock vibrate when she whimpers on it. And I can tell by the way her body tenses, she wants attention just as much as I did. 
—So fucking good —I praise her again—. Sucking it like I taught you, like a good girl.
And that praise must've awakened something in her, because she pumps my cock with her fist, making sure her movements were in sync with the ones in her hand. I can feel my cock twitching with every move she makes, and I'm reaching that point where I'm not able to control my body as I'm too hooked on the shivering.
—I'm gonna cum, baby. Stop —I warn her.
I made her move back. And, after only giving her a few seconds to recover, I cup her face in my hands. 
—Come here.
While we kiss, I do my best at taking her clothes off. First moving her pants away and sliding them down her legs along with her panties. And like I'm attracted to it, my palm covers her slit, fingers digging to know how wet and ready she is for me, at least until she's back at straddling me. 
I'm so desperate for her, that I don't even care about the ripping sound her blouse makes as I tear it apart. I see her lifting her hips, and I help her by holding myself up, aiming to her entrance. A united, and harmonious gasp, leaves our lips as she sinks me deeper in her slowly. Her walls wrap around me tight, taking me in so easily, yet molding around me so well, that I doubt I'll make it for too long. 
She jumps slowly at first, helping us both get used to each other, lifting and lowering her hips, taking me back in when I thought she'd be letting me go completely. Her hips increase the speed slowly, making the clapping sounds of our bodies louder with every jump. 
—You're the only one I want to fuck like this —she moans, one hand on my shoulder and the other on the backrest of her couch—. Do you understand it like this?
—Fuck, yes —my voice cracks in the middle of the sentence—. You're only mine.
—Uh-huh.
I pull her in for a kiss, as I lower my body on the couch, dragging her along with me. Taking control away from her, I hold her hips up and start drilling into her in a speed that soon has her moaning louder, while her pussy clenches around me tight. I lower the cups of her bra, sucking and biting her hard nipple as I fuck her like I've never done before. Fucking her like I'm sorry for being such a dumbass today. 
—I'm close —she holds onto my wrist as she says that
—Cum with me —I move even faster.
Her pussy clenches around me again, before her body collapses over mine with a loud moan that has my ears whistling for a while. Although all of it only makes tingles run over me, from the tip of my toes to the top of my head, before I cum in her. 
—We didn't use protection —she panics, suddenly looking at me.
—It's alright —I move under her, trying to get back to the initial position—. I'm clean. And we can buy the morning after pill tomorrow.
I kiss her again, slow and sweet, enjoying every bit of her right now. 
✸ ✸ ✸
A placid smile adorns her face while she closes her eyes, trying to recover from her high, when I fall next to her on the bed, still not able to believe that all of this is real. Turning to me, she starts moving some stamped locks from my forehead, although I use that soft gesture to pull her from her wrist and make her wrap her arm around me so I can feel her closer. 
While I look her in the eyes, and how they look at me as if I were the only person in the world for her, I instantly remember how I made her feel bad just a few hours ago. 
—I'm sorry about tonight —I apologize again—. You didn't deserve to be treated that way in the pub.
—Kook, we already talked it out.
—We didn't. I apologized and you let it go —I stop her, before she tries to move on from it again—. I should've thought better of you, but I was so blinded by the idea of you being into someone else... I'm just scared of losing you, losing this, being played with again. I know you wouldn't do that, but I can't help but be prepared for it.
As I speak, and I let all my insecurities drop with each one of my words, I feel the knot in my throat tightening. Not even her fingers playing with my hair can make me feel better right now. 
—I'm not going anywhere, Kook —she assures me—. Not now, not tomorrow. So get that idea clear in your head.
It's all about the honesty in her words, and how she makes sure I understand each one of them while looking deep into my eyes. I want to speak, tell her everything that's going on in my head when it comes to her, but I know I won't be able to say a word without accidentally sobbing. When I cover my face, as soon as I feel my lips trembling, she simply pulls me in for a hug.
—I thought you wanted me to say cute things to you —she teases me. 
I giggle on her chest, hiding my face from her, before I move back again, just to look at her. It's right then, when she weeps some of my tears away and rubs my cheeks ever so gently, that I know what all those mixed thoughts mean, and how I could express them perfectly in just one sentence. 
—I think I'm in love with you, cocktease.
When she stops, and looks at me intensely, I know she's not ready to say those words back yet. But I didn't say it because I wanted to hear the words back, I just said them because I wanted to let her know everything she causes in me. 
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forestshadow-wolf · 29 days
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Invading your ask box to spare our mooties from having to scroll through 200 reblogs lol.
Alright so here we go, we have:
Floris 'Flower' Van Steege: My first true OC and my favorite boy <3, he's the medic for the 141 and because he is extremely self indulgent i ship him with König because big gremlin man hot. (I think i even have a biography post about him buried in my posts but please tell me if you want to know more i am totally not feral.)
Timber: A lone injured mercenary that the 141 encountered while on a mission and dragged back to base growling and trying to bite them. He calmed down after getting treated and joined the 141 off the books. Basically a discount Ghost, only a bit more tamed and follows Gaz around like a loyal dog instead of Soap.
James : A captain of another task force, totally didn't have a fling with Price in the past and totally doesn't flirt with Price every time the task forces work together, according to Price (liar)
Antonio: James' favorite sergeant, the littlest brother of everyone, baby, can do no wrong (except for the time he murdered his abusive father but he deserved it.)
Abel 'Lion' (or Mama Lion behind his back): The Shadow Company's second in command and resident mother. Please help him he is so tired. The only one able to make Graves sit his ass down and listen, couldn't go on the mission to Las Almas due to an injury which is why Graves went off the rails, gave him the scolding of a lifetime after Graves came back.
Clyde 'Cowboy': Basically Graves if Graves was 50% sluttier and 80% more relaxed. Rumoured to be Graves' illegitimate son.
Simone Van Steege: Floris and König's eldest daughter, when she's like 25 she forms a team called 'De Witte Wieven' with her two younger sisters.
Tamsin Anastasia MacTavish: Soap and Ghost's eldest daughter, looks a lot like Tommy.
Elise Alexandra MacTavish: Soap and Ghost's second daughter, has Soap's hair but Ghost's eyes, taller than her sister and lords it over her at every opportunity.
Briar Cameron MacTavish: Soap and Ghost's third child, has Soap hair colour and Ghost's curls (yes Ghost has curls fight me), though their eyes are green, which are inherited from Ghost's mother.
Alright, i think this is all of them, damn this took long i need to organise my files (and then i proceed to do nothing about it)
Flower's real one for having the hots for Konig
Timber sounds like a feral cat you'd pick up out of a dumpster
Mmmm yes price and james definitely don't have a thing between them... 😏
Antonio..... he's just a little guy, he wouldn't do that... *definitely did a thing he did but also no he didn't*
Lion's got his hands full... but also i need him to give me a hug. Also the fact that he's most of graves' impulse control is 🤌
Cowboy as a slutty graves? Sign me the fuck up 👀
Simone definitely kick ass
And Tamsin, Elise, and Brair probably give their parents SO MANY grey hairs
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blueberry-ovaries · 2 months
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MISC. TAG GAME:
thank you for the tag @ronald-speirs, @panzershrike-pretz @malarkgirlypop and @grumpy-liebgott !!! sorry it took me so long!
Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?
oooh okay so recently i came back from europe, and i literally loved it so much! i oddly enough LOVED vatican city! and i absolutely adored venice and paris! however, london was also really nice! (i cannot decide i’m so sorry😭)
Something you’re proud of yourself for?
Honestly, going to University! Even when it’s hard and i hate it and have no idea what i’m doing, the fact i made it into university is something i’m very proud of!
Favourite books?
the picture of dorian gray - Oscar Wilde
a good girls guide to murder - Holly Jackson
5 survive - Holly Jackson
the outsiders - S.E Hinton
of mice and men - John Steinbeck
Something that makes your heart happy when you think about it?
my dog :) - his name is cisco and he was free to a good home and under fed, and now he gets treats every time we leave the house and sleeps on the bed
Favourite thing about your culture?
about being Australian? I would suppose our love for sport. We play so many sports over here and we support the aussies even if we don’t like the sport! For example the Matilda’s, our women’s soccer team! Soccer isn’t as big as AFL over here, but i’ve never seen so much support behind Womens soccer, let alone ANY soccer, as we’re very proud of our sporting teams!
When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?
close to two years ago? i’m not too sure, but i watched BoB first!
Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?
I have not! but i am trying to get my hands on the Dick Winters and Ron Speirs books!
Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?
Babe Heffron! and the “are you serious?! only the goddamn nuns call me Edward” BUT the scene with Gene in the fox hole where Babe mocks Gene calling him Babe is a very close second
Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?
i have been known to dabble in other fandoms on other apps in fanfic writing 🤭
Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?
ANDREW GARFIELD!!! and i am The Amazing spider-man enthusiast!!! (plus hacksaw ridge is a masterpiece)
Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?
Some quotes my dad likes to tell me when i’m really anxious over university/ actively having a panic attack are:
“you can only do what you can do” - which pretty much means that all i can do is my best, and the rest will sort itself out, there’s no use stressing over situations i have no control over.
“how do you eat an elephant?” - which basically means, to tackle something large you take it one step at a time, ergo - to eat an elephant you eat it piece by piece
Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?
Oh God, i’m not a very interesting person 🧍🏼‍♀️
I got swooped by birds in a century once and have hated birds ever since
If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?
i do not have a beta reader 🤭 so position is potentially open 🤭
Three things that make you smile?
- sunsets! i LOVE watching sunsets i just think they are so pretty!
- rainy days (only when i’m inside) But i love rainy days, when i can sit by a window to read or do homework etc. I just think there is something so beautiful about rain!
- chocolate chip cookies :) my FAVOURITE cookies! i do not care if they are basic i love them sm
Any nicknames you like?
most of my nicknames :) But especially the nicknames that my parents give me :))
List some people you love to see around on tumblr:
i’m so sorry if i forget anyone @malarkgirlypop @ronald-speirs @ronsparky @mads-nixon @panzershrike-pretz @executethyself35 @next-autopsy @winnielefou @1waveshortofashipwreck @footprintsinthesxnd @caffeinated-fan @dontirrigateme @softliebgott @xxluckystrike @easycompany123 (+ all my mutuals who i have not tagged, love y’all i just have shocking name recollection)
What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?
i mean it would depend on what kinda zombies?? But most likely keeping friends and family alive.
Realistically, dying. i’m not dealing with all that.
Favorite movie?
mulan!!! i LOVE mulan (clearly… i’m literally writing a fic with mulan ideas)
Do you like horror movies?
i got a live hate relationship with them. Like i HATE religious horror with a passion, it freaks me the fuck out, but the conjuring series has great story lines?? However i watched the nun once and i swear to god i almost shit myself whenever k had to leave my room at night?! I was CONVINCED that motherfucker was gonna be in my house.
NO PRESSURE TAGS: @mads-nixon @easycompany123 @executethyself35 @montied @ronsparky @dontirrigateme (plus everyone else who would like to do this! consider this an offical tag!)
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Would terry warn beloved not to be around him while he’s drunk or would that be something beloved finds out themself?
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Drukennes inherently means someone's lost control, truth to tell, and Terry Silver does hate his control jepodized in any situation, even by his own hand. In fact, he loathes when he loses control because of himself more than due to any other factor out there because that betrayal comes from inside the house, and is as such far more haunting and dangerous (and even infuriating) than someone from the outside threatening his authority over his own surrondings or even his own agency.
So? Only makes sense that he'd prefer to lose it, if he must lose it at all, in solitude.
It also means one has a limit with alcohol, whether it is a big or small one, a human limit innately exists somewhere in spite of all discipline, and Terry would rather, quite frankly, not be seen in moments he deems explicitly vulnerable, embarrassing, compromising or limiting, yes. He seems like the type who likes casually drinking (or rather, degustating) in company, in any occasion ranging from events, fundraisers, basic socialization, in any setting that gives him ample chances to show off his knowledge around liquor and its collecting or brewing, during his own leisure time, in the sauna, in the tub --- you name it --- or merely over dinner with a familiar face or a business associate but that he'd much prefer getting drunk as such alone, possibly behind closed doors, with his own space of privacy, where nobody can see him in that state or even in the process of sobering up, yes, not even beloved, because again, being drunk isn't pretty. Filters are gone. Posturing can disappear. Triggers can become amplified. Weaknesses are often out on display. Masks come off. Senses are muddled. Not as acute as he'd like at all times and that is...not his cup of tea --- him not being top performance isn't his cup of tea, no --- notwithstanding that I figure that the very need to quell anything at all with alcohol, and as such, be dependent on something even if it is something traditionally associated with pleasure and hedonism like a good drink is just as harrowing to him due to the very fact he needs it, even though, he undoubtedly does it constantly.
Ironically though ---
The one person who might come seeking out beloved when drunk is actually Terry himself, even though he was the one to retire and tactically retreat from beloved while he was in the process of getting in this state in the first place. Might've warned them off himself, sure. Forbade them from coming looking for him while he's at it. Except, if all emotions are heightened and more chaotic with inhebriation sprinkled in, the moodiness of affection, desire and neediness becomes heightened along with everything else, because no, I actually don't Terry's a violent drunk, per se. With Stingray, there was a visible moment where Terry was shown to make a cognizant choice beat Raymond up as a ploy to frame it on John there and then, but that was a logically made decision, not an irrational one. He decided on that in the moment. His actual nature while he's drunk, though? Charged with intensity. I can imagine a drunk Terry as the type to just wordlessly come to beloved and just cling to them for dear life, not letting go, with no way to shrug him off, caught in a vice grip, staring them down, not blinking. It is as sexually charged as it is daunting, admittedly. Yes, sure, he's warned them not to be around him right now, but he said nothing about him not being around them, huh? Ultimately, he's the type of drunk who will say some very strange, very bizarre, very outlandish things to beloved while intoxicated. Do things just as strange, bizarre and outlandish, undoubtedly cornering beloved, not letting them go, still just as imposing and as capable with his physicality the way he would be when sober. If not more. His hunger, yearnings and thirst on full display, no wall repressing him back, he craves to feed; people do say drinking opens the apetite after all.
Who's to say he wouldn't wanna fuck?
Maybe even get emotional after it while the alcohol is wearing off.
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