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angel-kyo · 4 months

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Pay it no mind

Part X

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself.

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX

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You sprinted out of the cafeteria after Satoru and called his name once his back was on sight.

Gojo immediately stopped walking but did not turn around. He had not expected you to come after him, but it would be a lie to say he was not glad you had. After not seeing much of you all week, and although it had been his fault for proactively escaping any room as soon as you entered it, he was missing you.

Why was he avoiding you? It was hard to put in words. Call it instincts, but for some reason, he started walking in the opposite direction as soon as he saw you for the first time after that last Saturday together, and then he just kept doing it. Maybe it had been an attempt at keeping things okay between you two. If he left things still, they would not worsen, right?

Wrong.

“You really walk fast.” He knew you were right behind him now, so he turned to face you.

You were slightly out of breath due to rushing after him, but Satoru thought you looked adorable. He had gotten into the habit of scolding himself after having such kind of thoughts about you, but he let it slip this time. There is nothing wrong with me thinking that if it’s true, he reasoned.

He gave you a smile. “My stride is just larger than yours.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” It was good to see him. Just having him in front of you made you feel better. “Can we talk?”

“I’m all ears.” He was keeping a more reserved smile and less cheerful demeanor than usual. You recognized that behavior immediately; it was a facade, and you knew he would maintain it as long as there were students and colleagues around. If you wanted him to drop the act, you needed to talk to him in a more private place.

You grabbed Satoru’s wrist and pulled him to a different part of the school.

While you led him on, Gojo thought of how you had never held hands in public. Sure, anyone would raise an eyebrow at how the strongest sorcerer was letting himself be dragged around like that. If he held your hand as he was used to, that would definitely give people the wrong impression.

I couldn't care less about what they think, though.

You led him into an empty classroom. “Here is okay, I think.”

Satoru looked around and smirked. “Are you trying to talk me into something shady, [name]?”

You smiled. No, I’m trying to make you loosen up a bit.

“That depends. How shady is it that my best friend is avoiding me?” He opened his mouth again, but no words came out.

Satoru did not really have the guts to lie to you, but he did not think he could tell you what was going on inside his head or his heart now either.

You continued when he did not say anything. “Are you mad at me?”

After replaying that last Saturday a hundred times in your head, you believed he had not acted like himself, but he had not said anything concluding either.

“I am not,” he said, but it did not sound convincing, and that blindfold of his made it too difficult to read his expression.

“Then why are you avoiding me?” You took a step closer.

Maybe if you…

“Can I…?” You lifted your hands tentatively and he leaned in.

You removed his blindfold slowly. Satoru’s eyes were closed, but when he opened them, they met yours, as they always did, even when he was covering them. Your arms returned to your sides, but you did not step back.

Scanning his features, you found no traces of anger on Satoru’s face, and you were reminded of how human he could look. He was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but sometimes, you could still peek at the boy he was at heart and now felt like one of those moments.

Being so close to him, put you at ease but broke your heart at the same time. You had loved the kid and the teen versions of him, and now, the man, maybe all in slightly different ways, but you loved him, nonetheless. Even after accepting he could not return your feelings, you hoped he could love you a little as well.

“I’m not mad at you,” he repeated. “You…” His eyes were on yours, and his tone made you recall the last time he had struggled with his words in front of you, sweets in hand, pausing his speech as if he could not really talk.

He is trying to say something he knows will make things weird.

He finally got the words out. “I know what you are thinking, but I don’t mind him. You… surprised me, it’s all.”

Back in the day, when Satoru disapproved of your friendship with Haruki, although you never fully understood his motive, he had tried to make peace with it for your sake. You knew that much. However, when his leaving inevitably left a bitter taste in your mouth and your heart ached over his last messages and scarce letters, Satoru comforted you the best he could, and even if you had not resented Ikeda, Satoru sure had. You thought he may still associate him with those not-so-happy days.

You nodded slowly. He was right, you had not expected him to return either. “I know.” Your gaze dropped to the collar of his uniform. “I’m sorry. I should have...”

“No. I am sorry too,” he interrupted.

On that sleepless night after being out with you, Satoru had accepted he was not entitled to knowing every detail of your life, but he had reached some other more concerning conclusions.

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“'You’re a coward'”, Satoru said in a silly way, imitating the tone of a certain boy. “And then he had the guts to smile at me. What a jerk...”

Suguru had listened to Satoru’s full narration of events of how he had talked with Ikeda, and while the subject had initially perked his interest, as he could not picture his friend voluntarily trying to clear the air with Haruki, the story had soon turned into just Satoru complaining about the guy as usual.

“And how did that make you feel?” Suguru disinterestedly turned the page of the book he was reading.

Gojo was going to answer when he realized Geto was barely paying attention.

Suguru felt his friend’s intense gaze and closed his book to look at him. “Well, what else do you want me to say?”

“That he is wrong maybe? I’m not a coward.”

Suguru hummed. “I’m not so sure.”

Gojo smiled. “Trying to pick up a fight, Suguru?”

“All I’m saying is that…” Geto looked at Satoru’s face. It shouldn't be me telling him, and he will not understand it now anyway, because he does not want to believe it. He sighed. “Never mind.”

Geto walked, book in hand, to Satoru, who was sitting down at his desk, and gave him a light tap on the head with the book. “You’ll understand it someday.”

And then he left the room.

“Understand what?” Satoru rubbed his head and got up to catch up with Geto. “Suguru, wait! Understand what?”

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Now, having you so close, your [eye color] eyes fixed on his, the same eyes he would always look for first in any room, it was clear as day.

Every time he sought you first, every laugh, every touch; how he always needed to know you were okay, how he felt wary towards anyone getting too comfortable around you, how badly he wanted you to remain by his side... It all had hit him like a bullet.

“Satoru, have you ever liked someone?”

Just you, he thought. Of course, there was never a clear line with you. He just had loved you; he could not remember a time when he did not, and he could not think of anyone else he could love that way.

Even if you told him that Ikeda had returned to stay or that your feelings had changed, he was not sure he could restrain himself any longer. No, he would not, not without putting all the cards on the table first.

He placed his hands on your shoulders and leaned in closer. “[name], do you still…?”

His hands on you were firm, but not enough to hurt, and he was fully in your personal space now. It startled you, and you did not really focus on his words.

“Gojo! There you are. I….” The door had opened suddenly revealing a frantic Ijichi.

Ijichi had been looking for Gojo because the higher-ups wanted to see him. He had called, but Satoru had not picked up, so he had searched everywhere in the school under the impression he was there. In any case, he was not expecting to find the view in front of him: his senior grabbing you, his face a couple inches away from yours, and his eyes burning bright blue now directed at him, while you rigidly turned your head to look at him too.

“My apologies!” Ijichi closed the door rather loudly.

What had he just witnessed? He knew you were close, maybe too close. Was it a fight? Even if Gojo had been challenging you, would he really go for a physical fight with you? He thought you were friends, but the way he was grabbing you, like keeping you in place…

Or maybe a lovers’ quarrel? Could it be that the nature of your relationship went beyond friendship? None of you had partners of your own as far as he was concerned, and you spent a lot of time together. Would that not make more sense?

Perhaps Ijichi was jumping to the worst conclusions too fast, and there was the possibility of it not being a fight of any sort. What if he had interrupted a more intimate moment? Was Gojo going to flick his forehead for this?

Satoru sighed when Ijichi closed the door. He had been about to ask if you still liked him.

And then what? What if they say no?, he questioned himself.

You looked back at him. “Did you see his face?” you almost whispered, before letting out your laughter. Ijichi had looked as if he had caught you doing something indecent, and while you should probably be worried about how compromising your position and Satoru’s had appeared, Ijichi’s expression had been too funny not to laugh.

Gojo laughed too, watching closely how your lips curved. Another thought popped up in his head: would you be horrified if he kissed you?

He should probably tell you how he felt first. His hands were on your upper arms now, but he was not sure he could confess knowing Ijichi was right outside.

He straightened up. “So…”

“Are we okay now?” You offered him his blindfold back.

He took it. “We are.”

And while Satoru did feel lighter, his feelings were aching in his chest.

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Note: The end is approaching, but of course I wouldn't let them kiss just now. ^^

Thank you for reading!

Next: Part XI

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 10 months

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Three's a crowd

Pairings: Eddie munson x fem!reader x steve harrington

Summary: There's really no plot, just something smutty with our favorite boys. You've been a brat, and now your boyfriends have to punish you.

Warnings: unprotected sex, established poly relationship, threesome(fmm), Daddy kink, mention of spankings,edging, crying. Brief mention of bindings, use of fingers to gag. Face slapping (just once) Sir and Daddy are used. Steve and eddie refer to the reader as princess and baby.

A/n a short little fic because why not. Divider by me.

18+ no minors not proofread

"M'sorry...so so sorry," you whined arching your back as Steve slowly rubbed his cock in-between your wet folds nudging your sore clit ever so slightly. He smirks, looking down at you as he slaps his cock one more time against your clit making your body twitch.

"Hmm, I don't think you're that sorry princess," Eddie spoke from above you as he moved teased and pinch at your nipples making them harden.

Your face tear stained and body already sore from Eddie previously fucking you. Trying your best to think about anything else but coming as Steve's thick cock prodes at your entrance. Your pussy dripping with your slick and Eddie's cum. Making it so much easier for him to just glide all the way in with ease.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Steve slowly spreads you open. He starts a slow and gentle pace at first, letting you get used to the feel of him. "ooh, you've been a v-very bad girl." Your other boyfriend stuttered as his cock started pumping in and out of you lazily.

You were a brat earlier, snapping at both of them for the smallest things imaginable. They took your cruel words and frustrations in stride as you stomped your way around the house.

Eddie and Steve were always very patient with you. They'd rather talk it out and see if the problem could be resolved before they resorted to a punishment. Not saying they didn't love a good punishment because they did, especially Eddie. They just felt it was more fair to talk things out first before resorting to a punishment, and then talking about the problem afterwards.

This time around, it's different you refused to talk it out. You don't really know exactly what's wrong with you to even have one of those "little" talks. You refused to let them know their lack of attention and affection is the real cause of your attitude. Ever since Eddie got his own mechanic shop and steve got that promotion, you didn't see them as much.

The dinners you had ended up being two phone calls saying sorry they couldn't make it. Which left you to either eating dinner alone or not at all. Most of time they would get home to you already sleeping in your shared bed. You couldn't help the way you were acting. You even knew how insufferable you were being towards them, but instead of stopping, it continued on.

You got yourself into all this mess when Eddie came home a little earlier than expected. You were obviously not in the mood to deal with him. He marched in the house with his big dumb grin, and all you could do was roll your eyes and scoff. That's when he absolutely had enough and practically threw you over his lap as he sat on the couch, spanking you as hard as he could.

He tried getting you to talk to him after your punishment, but you still refused. Even after Eddie spanked you hard enough, it left your legs wobbly. His hand burning from the impacts he made to your ass.

You still gave an attitude. He tried wiping the tears from your face, but you just turned away from him on the couch. He just sighs, growing more frustrated by the minute, but he still tries to get you to open up.

"Please tell me what's wrong, princess." His voice soft as he moves a piece of hair out of your face. Deciding to continue giving the silent treatment instead of just being honest, that's when Steve walked in. He wasted no time rushing over to you, seeing your puffy eyes red with tears still slowly falling. He's immediately glaring towards Eddie, asking what happened.

"She's been a brat almost all week, so I had no choice but to teach her a lesson." He defended himself.

"Did you try talking to her first?" Steve argued back with Eddie as he sat next to you on the couch.

"Did he try talking to you?" He turned and reached out to take your hand only for you to snatch it away.

"See, she's being a brat." Eddie motioned towards you. Steve sighs and gets up from next to you, undoing his tye as he did.

Now you find yourself laying at the edge of the bed being edged by both men for what feels like hours. Eddie is already having his fun with you. He was a lot rougher than Steve is being. Eddie tied your hands together while he licked, sucked and played with your pussy. Teasing and kissing it driving you wild and on the brink of an orgasm with each flick of his tongue on your aching clit.

His moved his mouth down to your entrance never breaking eye contact as he spits on it before fucking you with his tongue. Your thighs shake faster as his grip on them tightened. The sounds coming out of your mouth were almost pornographic as Eddie buried his tongue deep inside your pussy. He knew exactly how to get you just on the brink of your release, only stopping just when you were almost there.

The moment Eddie's cock slipped inside you he was a wild man. He didn't take his time or let you adjust to his size. Once he was in, he set a brutal pace, making you writhe under him. His balls slapped into your already very tender and sore ass. He shoves two ringed fingers in your mouth gagging your cries. Drool spilling down your chin soaking his fingers driving him crazy.

"Such a bad fucking girl." He growled as his nostrils flare causing your pussy to clenches around him.

"Say it. Say I'm a bad girl." He continued to growl. His voice becoming horse and you choke back a sob.

His fingers still deep in your mouth, you gag around them again. "I-I'm a b-bad girl." Your voice muffled as saliva spills out coating Eddie's ringed fingers.

Eddie didn't take long before his cock was spilling his cum inside you, filling you to the brim. After Eddie was finished, he pulled out a little too harsh, causing you to gasp at the sudden loss. Steve took his time, letting you cool down before it was his turn to play with you.

"Ready for me, baby?" Steve cooed as he moved to nestle himself between your trembling weak thighs. He spits on his hand rubbing it in his cock giving himself a few quick strokes.

Your eyes glossed over, and mind hazy. You guess you didn't hear him clear enough to respond in time. Before a sharp smack to your cheek brought you out of your daze.

"He asked you a question." Eddie's voice stern but raspy as he spoke from behind you.

"I-I'm sorry Daddy and Sir I didn't hear you." Steve chuckles and rubs your stinging cheek.

"I said are you ready for me?" He repeated himself. You nodd in response but Steve clicks his tongue in disapproval. "Use your words baby like the good girl I know you are."

Sniffling just a little buy you take a deep breath "I'm ready."

He smiles down at you undoing the bindings Eddie previously put around your wrists. "See that wasn't so hard now was it?"

Steves cock begins to slide between your wet fold. Dipping down to your entrance coating his cock in your slick and Eddie's cum. You clench around nothing as he continues teasing your pussy. You choke back another sob when his tip slides right over your neglected clit. You're trying your best not to cum but you don't think you can hold it any longer.

"Oooh, please, I promise I'll be a good girl." You begged, causing both men to laugh simultaneously.

Eventually, Steve aligns himself up with you pushing in slowly until he's bottoming out. Your body shudders and legs tremble at the feeling of him stretching you open. You bite down on your lower lip as you reach out to grip Eddie's forearm.

"F-fuck, I promise I'll be good just please let me cum." You begged them both as tears spilled from your eyes.

"No." His voice coming out harsh.

Steves pace quickened and squelching sound of your pussy getting louder as he fucked you harder. His hips slammed into yours as your moans turned into more begging and pleading. Unfortunately for you, they fall on deaf ears. Steve and Eddie weren't gonna let you off the hook that easy. This was your punishment, and they were sticking to it.

"You like that, huh? " He asked as his cock was buried deep inside hitting that sweet spot just right. His breathing became ragged with each stroke. He was getting close, you could tell. His thrusts are getting sloppy and frantic. "fuuucking christ." He whispered.

You can feel that coil in your belly tightens, and you try your best to ignore it again. You know it won't end well if you cum without permission. Steve is getting close and before you know it you feel his cock twitch inside you coating your walls with his cum as well. He continues slamming his hips against yours as he milks every last drop of his release.

He hauls his movements as both your sweaty bodies go limp. Your breathing harsh and your legs trembling worse than before. Steve gently removes himself from inside you allowing his and Eddie's cum trickle out. Eddie quickly comes to your aide as Steve composes himself.

Eddie was always a little more meaner when it came to punishment, but quick and gentle with the aftercare. Waiting on your hand and foot making sure you're okay. Steve on the other hand gave you some space as to not overwhelm you, but still gave praise.

"You did so good baby." Eddie praised.

Your voice weak and bearly audible "Thank you sir."

You wrap your arms around his body as he helps you lay back on your pillows. Your mind clouded and your body weak. The throbbing between your legs is still uncomfortably noticeable after being edged with no release. Eddie shushes you as he laid down.

"Don't get too comfortable, princess, we're not done yet." Steve spoke up from across the room, he lights up a cigarette.

You didn't even notice he got up from where you both were lying. Eddie looked over at you and Steve with a mischievous grin on his face. That's when you just knew you were in for a very long night.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #steddie x reader #steddie x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #my writing

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wordsvomit101 · 20 days

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(I probably only do this with cards I like in the future)

It is part 2 of Juno L Card, here is the original video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6e7GQxiTuY&rco=1 (credit to @shyanimeboi on X)

... I feel like I'm being accused of something I'm not. Defamatory, slander, the audacity of this guy

This is lore-accurate MC BUT STILL, how dare-

I wouldn't mind being a cat for a day you know, so I just lounge around wherever and being treated like those ancient royal Egyptian's cats is a must.

Oh?

Okay Juno, didn't know you could have the green tea energy but keep cooking

This is where I got the feeling that his fans must be watching somewhere behind the rubble like I just got that gut feeling they're watching and having ovaries overload or combusting on the spot right now

I almost believed him BUT THEN

HE REALLY GOING MEAN GIRL ON ME

If I were MC I would poke his eyes- Cause ain't no way you saying that to me with that face boy

So he DOES have mean girl energy in him. I like it, to observe it, but he better not use it on me because I will not take him seriously if he wants intimacy later, I'm not built like that

Yeah, dude what ya think??? I have a job and a house on there, unfortunately an achievement in this economy (I remember MC still has a house, they just chose to stay with Minhyeok because they didn't want to be in a space where their parents died, which is valid)

So his regular head tilting as a red chewing gum is actually mean it like this??? Damn ok-

I can't believe they have Satan and Gehenna making a move with Minhyeok before MC.

I still didn't forgive Satan for kissing Minhyeok before MC could

Sir????

Ignoring Ppyong's being a smug little bastard, it is actually really nice that they show how close MC is with Minhyeok and how much they care for each other. If they don't get together, it's fine by me, at least let them be platonic soulmates.

??? How much time did you spend time with Minhyeok on Earth? Either Minhyeok's scent was mad strong and lingered easily or they had been all over each other-

I KNOW IT IS HIM! Tell me how you got his scent on you! Spill the tea sis!

What?

Wait-wait-wait they actually serious?!

Excuse me, how the hell do you think I can do it??? Ya'll devils must be having some goofy as-hell imagination if you think I can do it

Oooh more detail to take note on

So anyway, they end up touching each other and live up to his kink, because they are be TOUCHING. And there are some details of how Minhyeok and MC used to touch and caress each other heads and how MC feels at ease just by the familiarity of it which is really really cute (இ‸இ`｡)

I am actually surprised how I got a lot of Juno's personality spot on in my two fics of him and he is already my favorite, but I like him a lot more now that we got to know him more than just a silly little red dough.

Please watch the rest in Hiki's (@shyanimeboi) YouTube video that I write down at the top (they're the actual angel here) and thank you for listening to me ramble, I will do this again once Minhyeok, Paimon, and Selaphiel L cards come out... But if they got the same paywall treatment then I might open my wallet if I really like it.

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb ppyong #whb juno #wordsvomit notes

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nyxiswrites1200 · 7 months

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𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 ♡ 𝘿𝙖𝙮 2 ♡ 𝘿𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Resident Evil Death Island

AO3 Link

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Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, Sexual Activities, Daddy kink, Praise, P in V, Oral, Fluff & Smut, pet names, overstimulation

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Leon has very fortunately had some time off. When he's working you're often left with your thoughts and lately you've been having a recurring fantasy.

Maybe it's all those porn videos and animations you've been indulging in to pleasure yourself when he's not home. Perhaps you're just having that especially horny week. Either way, you can't get the thoughts out of your head.

It always starts the same…

Leon has you held up against him, your back pressed into his chest. His bicep wrapped around your neck in a loose manner, making sure you stay held up against him, and his cock buried so deep in your aching pussy. Leon's voice slips praises into your ear as you moan for more.

"Such a good girl…you like that?...yeah, you just love taking daddy's cock into your needy cunt. You're so good for me, darling"

The reminder of this thought was enough to have you tilting your head back into the pillow and your panties feeling damp. Suddenly, you couldn't wait until Leon got home. Maybe you'd finally act on this illicit fantasy.

Some time later, Leon returns home. You hear his keys jingle in the door and then the door shutting behind him. You get up and head downstairs to greet him.

Leon immediately smiles as he sees you and pulls you in close. "Hey sweetie" he speaks softly as he leans in and kisses you so softly.

"You doing okay?" He asks as he threads a hand through your hair.

"Mhm, I'm good" you respond, finding every touch so much more intimate than it needed to be.

Leon smiled warmly as he kissed the top of your head "Good".

You couldn't help but lean forward and bury your face into his chest "Leon.." you spoke softly. A part of you was embarrassed with how needy you felt this week. You've been trying to not bother him with it, even if he could never be bothered by you.

Leon looked at you curiously, wondering what you needed.

"Yes, honey? Is something wrong?" He asked softly, always so caring.

"No no, everything is okay. I just…" you bite your bottom lip before meeting his gaze "I really need you" you finally find the courage to say. Leon processes your words for a minute before a little huff of a laugh escapes him.

"You could have said that sooner"

He picks you up with ease as he carries you to the bedroom. He places you on the bed and kisses you again. You loved his kisses and savored them, you kissed him back desperately. Perhaps you would have held it longer if it wasn't for the week's worth of pent up frustration.

You pull away from the kiss as you grab Leon's shirt and tug it off. He more than welcomes your actions. He assists you in helping him out of his clothes until he's only wearing boxers. He then works on you, undressing you until you're left in your bra and panties.

Leon leans down and kisses a trail down your neck and to your cleavage. You finally feel reality set in on you a little as you speak up "You…you are in the mood, right?" You ask him as you meet his gaze.

Leon chuckled softly as he cups your cheek "Sweetie, I could never not be in the mood when it's you" he chuckled again.

He kissed your lips gently before giving you a small smirk "I'll be sure to show you, how much of a mood I'm in".

Leon tugs down his boxers, letting his erect cock free. He groans softly at the feeling. He brings his hand down, working himself to leaking pre-cum. You bite your bottom lip as you watch with needy desire.

He then gently pulls you up on your knees. He gets on the bed behind you, pulling your back to his chest as he leans into your ear.

"Why don't you tell me about that fantasy, hm?" He says in a tone that's teasing and almost cocky. You were left speechless for a moment, unsure how to respond.

"You…you knew?"

"I did" he said simply in response "I think it went something like this".

His bicep wrapped loosely around your neck, your hands immediately going to rest on his muscular arm. You felt his cock slide against your slick cunt, his tip slipping against your clit.

This drove you mad, all the pent up desire from the past week was fogging your brain. The only thing you were sure of is how wet you were and the need for Leon's cock to fill you to the brim.

"Please…" you beg in a breathless voice and Leon obliges "So needy, honey" his cock fills you with one swift motion, dragging a loud and lustful moan from your lips. Leon doesn't waste any time as he begins thrusting in and out of you. You tilt your head back into his shoulder as he holds you close, keeping you up.

"You needed this so bad…such a needy princess" he chuckled breathlessly as he fucked into you.

"Da-..L-Leon.." you stutter, trying to cover up your 'mistake'. However Leon wasn't going to bypass it.

"Oh? Come on, what was that, princess?" He coaxes and you crumble "D-Daddy…" you stutter out, completely embarrassed at letting it slip. "Again" Leon says, a little stern.

You tilt your head back as you speak "Daddy…" and you feel his cock twitch before pressing deep into you, bottoming out, and drawing a sinful moan from your lips.

"Good girl.." He praises you into your ear. He draws his cock back all the way out except for the tip before pushing it back in, fucking the deepest part of you. His thrusts then become quick and a little rougher as he holds you close.

"Good girl…such a good girl. You like daddy's cock? Sure you do, considering how you're clenching around me" he moans as he feels you tighten around him.

You moan in response "Yes, daddy…I love your cock…I've needed it all week" you admit, finally.

"Been so patient for me…" he says softly into your ear as he fucks how you've been fantasizing.

You could feel your orgasm coming close. Nothing but pathetic moans and whines leaving your lips as you let him use your pussy however he wants.

"You want Daddy to cum inside you? Fill you up, nice and full?"

"Please! Please, oh god, I need it, daddy~"

"That's a good girl…using your words"

You finally tipped over the edge. An orgasm washing over you, enough for you to feel light headed from the pleasure. Leon fucks you through it, until his cock twitches. You then feel his warm cum spill inside of you as he moans into your ear, burying his face into your neck.

The two of you stay silent for a moment before Leon slowly pulls out of you. He carefully lays you back on the bed.

You catch your breath as you laid sprawled out on the bed, Leon's cum dripping out of your used hole.

Leon leans down and lazily kisses along your thigh "Such a pretty girl…you did so well, sweetie" he praises you.

You accept it as you close your eyes for a moment, only for a whine to leave them a minute later. You look down as Leon's mouth latches onto your sensitive cunt. Your hand tangles into his hair as you moan "Leon…it's too much-" you tilt your head back into the pillows.

"Shh, I've got you. Just relax, princess" he says softly. His tongue swipes across your clit before pushing into your used folds. He eats you out, tasting the mix of your cum and his. He holds your shaking thighs as he laps you clean like you're his last meal.

You're nothing but a shaky and moaning mess as he does this, but you don't mind. His nose bumps against your clit as his tongue pushes deeper into you. You feel a familiar overwhelming pleasure as he continues.

"Leon- oh god-...I'm gonna-" you stutter out as your hand grips his hair tighter. He moans as your thighs tighten around his head, keeping his tongue in your pussy as you cum on his face. Leon could die like this for all he cared. His tongue laps at your new orgasm as he lets you grind into his face.

It takes you a minute before you realize you're keeping him held there. You loosen your grip on his hair and let your thighs fall limp onto the bed. He pulls away, taking a breath as he licks your slick off his lips.

"Good girl" he praises before he crawls up beside you and pulls you in close, petting your hair.

"If you ever need me, let me know. No matter what the fantasy is, ok?" He says softly and you nod as you smile at his sweetness.

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elvisabutler · 10 months

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mess dress

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( army era ) x female plus size reader word count: 2323 warnings: thigh riding. uniform kink. mild innocence kink. public play-ish. implications for future p in v sex. author’s note: welcome to day 7 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, uniform kink with elvis presley x reader. so fun fact i've had this 95 percent finished since friday. i have also been without internet because construction knocked out my internet for the weekend. however this is done now. so this erred accidentally into a sort of public play kink thing as well. hopefully y'all enjoy it regardless. this is sort of a sequel to called ya, didn't i? but you don't have to read it for this to make sense, necessarily. i do really want to hear how y'all feel about my fics and i know i don't always reply to comments but reading them delights me so much. as always imagine who you'd like i'm not picky.

You're no stranger to Army functions, little soirees that you shouldn't be invited to but you are because your Daddy's always loved showing you off even as there were whispers about how it wasn't proper that his daughter's waist didn't taper just so. But being at one when you're involved with Elvis Presley- well, that's another thing entirely. It's one thing to be on your Daddy's arm and another to be on your boyfriend's arm knowing how that arm feels wrapped around your waist as you do things very good army brats shouldn't do.

The thing is, you want to think Elvis is willing to stay with you, you want to think he's a good man even if all the papers and the press think he's cavorting around with every girl in Europe. And he's been proving it with every innocent date and every not so innocent moment where you cry out for release as his fingers play you better than any guitar. Elvis wants to be with you and even as things are winding down in Europe, he's whispering jokes and plans about asking your Daddy if it's alright for him to whisk you away to Memphis.

"Told 'im I'd take real good care of ya. No funny business, either. Not 'less I got a ring on your finger."

After hearing that, you almost swooned like you were a Victorian maiden, the rush from hearing those simple words— that simple potential promise had your mind whirring and your heart thumping a quicker beat than it ever had in your life. Never mind that you and him already had indulged in some funny business, it was all the kind that could be hidden. Not the kind that had you filling out dresses and telling your Daddy he's got a grandbaby on the way.

Hearing that put your mind at ease and allowed you to dream a little of a future with Elvis. It allowed for a picture to be painted of you at Graceland or in Hollywood, maybe with a child or two— and a world where you might still be told you don't look proper for a woman but there's gotta be something about you that's got Mr. Presley all shook up and stuck on you. Saying yes to Elvis about going to the function was easy after that even if you had to tell him that he didn't have to get you a dress despite his arguments for doing just that.

"I-I jus' wanna show 'em how pretty my girl is. Tell 'em what they missed out on. Show Charlie I can get me a ree-spec-tuh-bull girl." He had teased, hands against your hips as he kissed your neck in front of your mirror.

Your hands should have swatted at his arms and you should have told him to keep his hands on your waist but instead you moved your hands to lay on top of his and smiled. "You will, Elvis. I'll pick something pretty and we'll have pretty pictures to look at. You'll probably even have one to take home."

A look flitted across Elvis's face that you couldn't quite put a name to and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at it before he shook his head. "Yeah, I can have a picture. Just— I mean it, baby, I'm gonna show ya off. Tell 'em I like ya wit' or without all this dressin' up."

It's practically comical the way you and Elvis look at each other the moment you open the door to see him standing there in his full dress uniform. You've seen him in uniform before and had told him rightfully that seeing him in it did something to you between your legs but seeing him like this? All ironed pants and dressed without a hint of a flaw had your mouth watering as your eyes traced over every inch of him, settling embarrassingly on the subtle bulge between his legs. You've felt it before but to see it look like it's starting to rise to the occasion just from looking at you right now in those slacks has your breath escaping from your lungs in a quiet whine.

Not that your boyfriend was any better, taking in the way your dress outlined your chest and your hips and practically shimmered in the light. You matched his dress uniform almost to a tee with a little feminine flair. Your mother is the one who comes upon the two of you staring at one another and tuts quietly, shooing you out the door with a shawl and a yell about how Elvis needs to bring you home before a certain time. You don't dare speak until Elvis enters the other side of his car and sets a hand on your clothed thigh.

"Honey— ya tryin' to kill me? 'Cause it's workin'. Didn't know ya—" He starts before you silence him with a kiss and a shy smile.

"I had it specially made. Thought tonight deserved something special, since you said you'd show me off, remember?" You bite your lip, knowing full well you're probably ruining your lipstick. What you're saying is the truth but a part of you, a small part that's listened to a friend or two who thinks Elvis is so sweet on you that he might want to marry you thinks this was the perfect outfit to prove you're the sort of girl who can be Mrs. Presley. All sophistication and charm that a good boy— a good man like him needs.

"I- I do. Now I'm thinkin' everyone's gonna be tryin' to steal ya from me if I show ya off. Lord, darlin'. Make a man wanna—" His breath comes out in a rush, a puff of air that moves a surprisingly errant curl from his head as you giggle.

"Maybe later? Before you take me home?" The words are questions but from the way you look at Elvis you know that he catches your meaning. That you want him to do something to you as much as he wants to do something to you. Truthfully just looking at the buttons of his uniform and every single detail on it has you clenching your legs together— forgetting that Elvis's hand is right there until he groans as he starts the car.

"Gonna be the death o'me," he mutters only to hear you laugh again and say three simple words in French.

"La petit mort."

You both know it's a little improper to have you sitting on Elvis's lap, but the night's been winding down ever so slowly and Elvis— can get away with things other men can't. Sure, this might get back to your Daddy but it's not as if he doesn't already have an inkling that Elvis is head over heels in love with you. You haven't ended up with a baby in your belly yet and that's— well, that's as good as he can hope for when it comes to the pair of you, he figures. He'll allow it as long as he can think his daughter is as pure as can be. Besides, Charlie is very good at covering for you and Elvis when things look a little more salacious than they should. Right now as Elvis's leg keeps bouncing between your thigh, you figure you'll get use out of those skills yet tonight.

The conversation is one you're not fully paying attention to, having heard half these things a million times over as you've grown up but when you feel the brush of warm air against your ear your eyes widen just a hair.

"Fallin' asleep on me, darlin'? Gonna leave me to talk to everyone by myself?" His whisper is low and inviting in a way that has you shivering just slightly as his arm grips your waist a little tighter. "That woke ya up?"

You don't trust your voice just yet especially when you feel Elvis's leg jiggling between your thighs, his knee brushing against your clit with almost every movement. Your only answer is a small hum as you smile at other people.

Elvis flashes a charming grin as he shifts both of you, allowing the bottom of your dress to cover his leg entirely and exposing your underwear covered vagina to his knee. He bounces experimentally and watches as your eyes widen and you let out a soft whimper that you quickly cover with a cough, your chest bouncing from the effort. Your thighs try and tighten around his leg in an effort to stop the bouncing only for his hand to grip your hip, reveling in the way it feels underneath his grip.

"Elvis," you hiss, turning to look at him after one particularly intense bounce as your nipples hardening in your bra and has you starting to soak through your undergarments. "What are you doing?"

"Ya been eyein' me up like a piece of meat all night, baby. Know that place 'tween ya legs has been achin' somethin' fierce 'cause of it. Didn't think ya wanted to wait. Jus' in case I gotta rush ya home." He explains like it makes all the sense in the world and you find it's hard to argue with him over it even as you know how bad this looks.

"But we're in public. Just because I wanna rip your uniform off doesn't mean we need to—" you start only to have him brush against that spot earning a bitten back whine and a grind down from you. "Elvis— oh."

It shouldn't be pleasurable, your fear of being caught and the potential shame should stop you from doing this but the only thing it's stopping you from doing is ripping off Elvis's uniform that you've seen on a million men before but none of them have been him. Maybe it's the way you had seen the bulge between his legs pressing against his pressed slacks or maybe it's because he was all dressed up to take you somewhere. To show you off. Whatever the reason was, you don't stop Elvis from moving his leg, from bouncing it just so in a way that has your vision starting to blur and has your nails digging into his other thigh in order to keep quiet.

"Gonna make a mess of us, ain't ya? Gonna stain my uniform, darlin'? Make it so I gotta tell everyone I had a lil sweat on my knee?" He mutters his filthy words against your ear and you nod as slow as you can as your eyes dart around the room and around your talking companions. Had any of them noticed what was going on?

"They ain't payin' attention. Ya a good girl, 'member? God, darlin' wanna see ya come apart in front of 'em. Do that for me, will ya? Do that and I'll ask ya daddy to marry ya tomorrow. I gotta or 'm gonna ruin ya 'fore I can."

You have to take a breath or five to be able to speak as his knee picks up speed. "You'll wear your uniform when you do? So I can see it again?"

The grin on his face is downright evil as he nuzzles your neck and places a kiss or two against it. "'Course. Jus' for you. Jus' to see ya get all hot 'n bothered 'bout it again. You gonna make a mess f'me, mama? Gonna show how I got the best girl 'round wit' ya plump yittle thighs and those big breasts a yourn? And that stomach that's softer than anythin' army issued?"

Any other time and you might feel a might bit embarrassed about the way you nod quickly. Truthfully you can feel a bit of shame when you catch the eye of one of the other women. Her eyes are a little widened and you— that should be your cue to stop but you're so close that you can't help but cast your eyes downward as Elvis follows where your eyes went.

"She's just wishin' it was her. Wishin' her date would do this to her. Don't— Don't be shy. I gotcha, darlin'. Let go f'me?"

Somehow the way he phases what is technically an order or a request as a question sends a jolt through your body and has you holding back noises that threaten to leave your mouth as you feel yourself coming. Feel that tension inside your lower belly finally release. You feel your body twitch ever so slightly as the pleasure rolls through your body as Elvis's arm tightens around you to keep you from slumping forward. Your chest heaves in the confines of your bra and your dress and Elvis's lips curl into a bit of a smirk against the back of your neck as you try and catch your breath without being too obvious. Against your backside you can feel Elvis's cock nudging you and with a bit of a smile you shift just so in order to hear him grunt.

"Are you two okay?" You both hear someone ask— maybe it's Charlie or maybe it's someone else, you're both not too sure but it prompts you to stand up, adjusting your skirt as you do and eyeing the sizable damp patch you've left on Elvis's leg in his uniform. His eyes look down before they widen and he pulls you back down to sit on it.

"We're— we're fine." A short answer said by both of you as the two of you exchange a look and you grab Elvis's hat to plop it on your head. The look Elvis gives you is filled with more love than you thought he was capable of even though you can see his still blown pupils and see the arousal lingering in those ocean blue eyes.

After a moment of staring you turn back to everyone and smile, "so what were we talking about? You've got both of us at attention."

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luvring · 1 year

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hellooo nia ^^ congrats on 4k!!!!! big milestone fs fs :flushed:

could I rq a couple relationship hcs for Vere from Touchstarved with an easily flustered s/o who (haha) secretly enjoys it? orrr some jealousy hcs from the fluff alphabet with him 👉👈 whatever u wanna do if its one or both or none idk TwT

he's been wracking my damn brain the last couple weeks istg-- anyway I hope this isn't too much to ask or anything. thank you sm if you end up writing for this one, have a good dayy :]

gn!reader, suggestive | HELLAUURR!!! i did both. mwahahaha. & thank u very much i love any opportunity to see 420(0) so that was quite fun. i hope U have an awesome day/week ^_____^

i'd say don't let him figure this out but that's quite impossible. he's Going to pick up on how you lean into his touch and how you never have a serious tone when you tell him to stop and how your eyes always seem to flicker over expectantly, searching for his next move.

he's going to have a field day. like eventually. Eventually he calms down but for the first few days he won't stop seeing how much he can fluster you

will walk up from behind and wrap an arm around your waist, casually tapping his fingers against you.

gets sauce or something on his fingers and licks it off a little too languidly to be normal while catching your gaze. will do this if you get something on the corner of your mouth. obviously.

you're not looking at him while responding or explaining something and he gently tilts your chin up with his index finger and says something about the Importance of Eye contact. he rests his chin in his hand and watches you flounder for 3 seconds before continuing

vere lets his gaze linger as he looks your outfit up and down and when you're covering your face and telling him to stop looking at you like that he goes Like what?

would let his top slip off his shoulder as if it isn't already unbuttoned and smirk when you notice. he won't move to fix it either. obviously

someone tells him to chill out because you look like you're going to explode and he gives them and you a look / knowing smirk. "Stop? i think they're enjoying it though. Aren't you, hon?" he purrs. STOP!! GAH...

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

hahaha. i haven't played in a long time so my characterization is fuzzy. i'm teetering between vere not getting jealous easily because he knows you're together and he's incredibly confident the person you're talking to is nowhere near his level v. him being more on the possessive(?) side because you're one of the only people he's close to What is that person doing.

i'll land on that i don't think he gets incredibly jealous,,, at least not easily! he Is confident in himself and your relationship,, plus he can tell when 1) you're trying to rile him up 2) genuinely oblivious to whatever the person's trying to do or 3) uncomfortable with the situation

no matter what i can imagine him coming up to you and getting your attention again, maybe sparking an introduction while he doesn't drop eye contact with the person in front of you.

vere doesn't have to try hard to be very menacing, and he casually gets you away from the situation. the ease he has facing the person is telling enough that Yes you're in a relationship and Yes he Is better and more important than them and No he isn't afraid to start shit if they do so Back off

if you were just trying to be a Brat. well. you've got his attention and you'll face some consequences for sure!

in a more lighthearted situation where you realize ?! omg were u jealous. omggg.... he deflects and says of course not. he just thinks that person was annoying and you had better things to do. he Will swoosh his tail at your face if you bring them up again (he is pouting a little bit.)

serious situation he checks to make sure you're feeling fine and gets you Out of there! will say the day is free for both of you to do whatever you like, and he stays closer for the rest of your outing

@lost-lonnie @mitskiologist

#touchstarved game #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved vere #nia goes to school #i have so many vere asks imcrying im so sorry #throws vere content at all of u while sweating #nia + touchstarved

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xopinkroses · 2 years

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Could I please request the dmc boys helping reader when they feel anxious/have a panic attack?

You don’t have to do this if your inbox is already pretty full but either way have a good day! :3

(It's a little short but I hope it's to your liking-- I've also thrown in V and Kyrie🌸 Thanks for the request! Be safe, babes💖💖)

DMC boys + V and Kyrie x Reader Having a Panic Attack♥

Summary; How Dante, Vergil, Nero, V and Kyrie help you through a panic attack. Warnings; Mental illness, panic attacks

MASTERLIST🌸

Dante

You often get anxious when Dante leaves for a job. No matter how much he reassures you before leaving, you can never shake the feeling of worry. You barely function when you’re in this state, thankfully he doesn’t tend to stay away for too long. Just as you worry for him, he is constantly thinking of you. He fights to get back home to you as soon as possible, not wanting you to be left alone for too long.

He returns home earlier than expected and walks through the doors of Devil May Cry to find you huddled on the floor with your knees pulled into your chest. Dante curses and rushes to your side, dropping his weapons at the door. The smell of leather and gunpowder surrounds you as he holds you in his arms, rocking you back and forth while whispering soothing words in your ear.

“Everything’s okay, babe. I’m back, I’m safe– there’s nothing to be worried about, I promise.”

Vergil

Vergil has had a few panic attacks in his life, even before being enslaved by Mundus loaded him with another spoonful of trauma. Back then, he never had anyone to comfort him when he would break down– but things are different now. You’ve helped him and taught him so much. And he wants to return to you the same kindness you showed him.

Vergil always asks before touching you when you’re in this state, keeping his movements careful and voice low. He laces his fingers with yours, and urges you to count with him. His voice is gentle as he counts with you.

“One, two– that’s good, love. Three, four–”

When your breathing has evened out and you’re in a calmer, more lucid state, he’ll brush your hair back and kiss your temple. Vergil makes sure that you’re comfortable before leaving momentarily to make you some tea. He won’t leave your side for the rest of the night, giving you plenty of time to tell him what’s been on your mind to have brought such an attack on.

Nero

Nero feels his blood run cold the first time he walks in on you having a panic attack. His first instinct is to hold you close to him, like he’s trying to shield you from harm. Every strangled cry that leaves your lips ties his stomach in painful knots, he just holds you tighter. He feels so helpless and doesn’t know how to help. He’s panicking too, but trying his hardest to hide it from you.

He’s comforting the both of you when he starts rambling about anything that comes to mind– his day, plans for tomorrow, something stupid Dante said the other day. His mouth is moving and words are spilling out but he’s not really hearing them, he’s just trying to distract you. Our boy’s clueless but he’s trying his best.

V knew you were an anxious little thing from the first day he met you. He took it all in stride, honestly– He has a way with words and is usually able to comfort you with ease. But sometimes even he can’t talk you through your fears, because sometimes you aren’t thinking about anything in particular. A panic attack will just sneak up on you, and he’ll try his best to help you ride it out.

He wakes up to quiet sobbing beside him. You’re curled into a ball beside him, body shaking as you hyperventilate. “Oh, my dear–” he doesn’t hesitate before placing his arms around you, his touch feather light. His calm voice lulls you back to sleep as he recites poetry to you. He watches over you as you sleep, watching out for any signs of nightmares.

Kyrie

Kyrie takes care of you with a practised ease, knowing how to calm you down before you get too distressed. If you’re out in public she’ll lead you away from everyone and sit you down somewhere quiet. She gives you some personal space but keeps your numb hands in hers; massaging them and slowly bringing the feeling back to them.

She sings sweetly to you, the same lullaby she sings to the children at the orphanage. Her beautiful voice works to loosen the tight coil in your chest, your breathing evens out and you squeeze her hands in silent thanks.

“It’s okay, lovely,” she leans forward and lands a peck on your cheek. “I’m here for you– forever and always.”

~ 🖤

#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry x reader #dmc x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #nero x reader #kyrie x reader #v x reader #dmc imagines #dmc headcanons

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inzaghisgirlfriend · 27 days

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do you think vcy would ever have children? i can't decide wether they seem like the type to me, to follow the "nuclear family" standard and so on 🫣 i think they wouldn't even necessarily be married on paper (seeing so many ppl be upset he didn't have a ring on in the cameo made me think about how fans perceive their ending in the drama - do we really need a couple to follow traditional standards to consider them endgame?), when they've already sworn themselves soulmates to each other in so, so many other ways... how would a document even make any difference when their love is something that can't simpy be defined on paper

many thoughts!!! this cameo made me feel so revitalized its insane :D

Oooh. Oooh!

Okay, thank you for posing the question!

I have given this so very much thought, and this is one on which I am very torn. Because, on the one hand...

(More after the cut)

No fucking way

- their jobs would make it nearly impossible for them to be present, participant parents (and what's more, they're both such type A competitive high achievers, if they decided to do anything, even this, they'd both want to be the very best at it)

- as you say, they aren't the type that seem to need specific (or "traditional") things for their relationship to be "real" or "complete" - living together full time, marriage, nor children seem to be something either of them would do just because it's what's done or to make it real between them

- both of them have mommy and daddy issues like fucking crazy and, I would think, would be hugely reluctant to potentially impose what they ingested growing up on a child

- they live lives separate from one another - a separation that is a myriad of things including physical distance (literally thousands of miles apart), sociological and linguistical difference (the entire start of the show is culture shock while deeply Italian Vin struggles mightily with the deep cultural differences between his home and Korea), linguistical differences (the child would grow up missing half their two families' core language), etc., etc.

But, on the other hand...

Hell fucking yes

- all that shit I say above about mommy and daddy issues combined with them being so competitive and egotistical and achievement-oriented and steadfastly of the belief that they would be the best at anything they do? I could see one or both of them* (*more on this in a moment) thinking, "Yeah, but I'm better than that and would actually be great" (her, moreso than him)

- so, without that hurdle, you're left with their jobs being difficult to fit around children - however, as with most Vincenzo and Cha Young issues (the difficulty of making their relationship work with their legal issues, the distance between them, the fully formed and completely separate lives they resume after the show), they have fucking boatloads of money between them for nannies and tutors and schooling, not to mention the support of very powerful people (Directors Ahn and Cho and the security agencies and their connections to Interpol, Vinny's mafia network that would stretch into government and beyond), not to mention huge "villages" around them - literal adopted families)

- turning the "different worlds" thing on its head, any child they had would, benefitted by their endless money and resources to make it happen, grow up a bilingual, worldly, person who could slip with ease from one of their parent's cultures, languages, and worlds to the other's, and you can't tell me the ability to cut and run and never lose a step wouldn't be something both V and CY would find not only appealing but necessary to imbue in someone

- he is madly in love with her and she with him and there is definitely something to be said about the compulsion one feels when partnered like that to create something to leave behind that combines the best in both of you - I'm not saying becoming parents elevates love to something higher or more worthy, nor do I think either of them would think this way, but I could see the both of them having this compulsion

- Vincenzo's job kind of requires it, as archaic and old fashioned as it sounds (but that is very much the mafia) - power comes from family, and once he resolidified his position as capo, it would not be long before the family would be wondering about succession plans, particularly in light of what happened with Paolo usurping Vincenzo when Fabio died - and Vincenzo is both duty- and tradition-bound and it is hardwired into who he is so I can absolutely see him feeling the compulsion to do so if he thought she would want it (he would absolutely forgo it if she did not, of course, and never push it with her because he isn't that way)

- I think there might be long periods where one wants to and doesn't say anything because they assume (and probably rightly so) the other one isn't interested, and I think it would be a good 70/30 that Vinny wants to more often than Cha Young but assumes she doesn't and/or would be hugely cognizant of the disproportionate impact of parenting on women, no matter how committed to doing his part the father is

What do you think, though? I'm so curious on others' feelings about this because there seems to be a very hard schism between "never them, they wouldn’t do it" and "Oh Cassano babies though," while I think it is very, very gray, what they would feel and where things would land.

So I could see it either way, honestly, and I've imagined them landing in both places.

Oddly, anytime I've ever penned anything in this vein, it's not been on purpose (which is a whole other level of out of character behavior for either of them to be so uncautious, but that's another topic altogether), and I think it's because it's hard for me to see them making the decision to do it but feeling like if it were made for them, they'd both be over the moon about it (him, a squinch more than her, and more outwardly so.) I also think they'd have exactly one child, it would absolutely be a girl, and Vincenzo would both think she walks on water and be overprotective to a fault and need Cha Young to tell him to dial it back. And she'd marry Luca's son and it would vex Vinny endlessly.

#vincenzo cassano #vincenzo #hong cha young

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calliedion-dungeon · 11 months

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𖤐Hot Cherry Bomb

Third part of Dark Lipstick

Cardinal Copia/ Reader Fem/V

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Once you, and everyone at the ministry, realized what you have become, some proposals and concerns come to light, but your secret relationship with Copia is being threatened by your condition, because it means not being with him or death.

Warnings: +18 MDNI, Smut, with a demon, Design inspired in Callie Maggotbone (Ugly Americans, S1 E5 "Treegasm")

Picture @DjevelensWolfe

Weeks after Copia’s accidental summoning, you both have been more open about your desires for each other, at least in his case, he started to make you small gifts, being blatantly attentive to you, his eyes always fixated in your figure when you’re near, excited like a puppy, he follows you everywhere, never asking for anything in return for his attentions, only waiting for your eyes to meet his and if you smile at him, specially at something he said, that’s enough for the enamored Cardinal to feel light-headed, he’s addicted to the sound of your laugh which rings in his mind and keeps looking for opportunities to keep you interested on him.

You both have talked many times that there will be nothing that you won’t allow, he’s happy to have you around and let it be known that he adores you. But in these weeks, with the changes that have occurred to your body, things have complicated for you, you don't know how this new phase works, you fear that if you let your desires out as you would like, he could get hurt, in which way? You had heard horrible stories about how demons, or half demon in your case, can be too much for a human, even killing them in the heat of passion, added to the heat that burns you from time to time, especially if you think about him too much, sometimes you even feel sick, you need him in front of you, you want to be in his mind, make him squirm under you, the heat crashes you again making your skin look deep pink wishing that his freckled skin rubs against you…

“Y/N? Are you listening to me?” Sister Imperator questions you, standing arm-crossed and raising an eyebrow. She knows you haven’t heard her in a while now. You look to the people around you at the table, these meetings have been arranged to discuss how are your advances in your new state, to gather information about how to deal with it in the safest way possible.

“I’m sorry, ma’am” you can only fidget with the hem of your dress, looking down “Could you repeat that, please?”

“Ironically, you just answered what I asked you, I was asking you if you had trouble concentrating because of your change” she’s way more patient than you give her credit for when you first met her.

When the change occurred in your body, you were not sure who to turn to exactly, you did know that in the ministry they would know what to do, but who? The ghouls were the ones who ratted you out before you could seek help on your own, the Cardinal didn't think your change meant much so he didn’t tell anyone, but apparently it did, and that's what's been scaring you about yourself, Sister Imperator was worried that you were having sex with everyone, since creatures like you are famous for being insatiable and many times when they do not get what they want they become violent, since then they have had interviews with you and some ghouls present, more than anything to know if what you say is true, because although they are at ease with you being unproblematic, they’re not reassured that you repress yourself is the way to go either.

The curious eyes of the Ghouls from different eras are on you, you know they are talking about you, one or the other raises their nose to smell something in you, you squeeze your thighs thinking the worst, they say things in each other's ears and smile showing their fangs, when It was discovered that you were the descendant of a high-ranking demon, they hovered around you like bears and you were covered in honey, you even hear them grunt in their chests, they’re curious what could be like to be with someone like you, it just baffles them a little more that you haven't been with any of them yet, for satiate your appetite even if it is. But you don’t have appetite for them, you’re not sure if anyone there knows that the one you crave for it’s only one man, you may be horny 25/8, but you don’t have the desire to fuck everyone, that’s different and you don’t dare to say that, because it’s none of their business.

“Why do you hold yourself back, sister?” you can't tell which girly-voiced ghoul is talking to you, so you answer without looking up at first, swallowing hard.

“I’m not a sister, and… I” you look around you “I’m not holding back; I try to satisfy myself…” but it’s not enough, you know that, you can masturbate more than 10-15 times a day, which you have done, and the only thing you achieve is that you can only think things a little better for a short time, because the desire returns and rises like the tide, especially at night, when you expect Copia to summon you again.

“You’re repressing yourself; we can see it because your transformation it’s not done” one of the ghouls remarks in a very calm tone, the corpulent ghoul that sits beside you, he was one of the few who looked less interested in flirting with you than the newer ones.

“It’s not?” your defeated words resonate in the room; you ask yourself what else need to be done?

“I just want to point out that, there’s steam coming out of you, are you hot?” a young-looking ghoul points above your head, you notice the steam coming from your head and pulse points.

“No, well, yes but I can’t feel it” as if it was a concern that you could burn it all, you know you can, but hasn’t happened yet “I just need to cool down or I’ll burn my clothes again” you grab a folder nearby to fan your face.

“Well, hello fellow fire element” the ghoul to the right of the first ghoul who speaks to you tells you in a flirtatious and unashamed tone. A couple share the laugh, you can’t find what’s funny about it.

“I believe that’s another thing, we… fear that suppressing who you are might lead to dire consequences” Sister finally breaks her silence, you’ve never seen her so quiet about a thing, it’s obvious the ghouls would know more about your kind, you fear maybe she even might think about binding you or worse… vanishment.

“Like?” fearful of asking, your voice gets lower, remembering the time you almost rip Copia’s tongue out with your teeth because you get too excited while kissing or the several times you burnt your clothes or his because you want to hold him so much, at least you didn’t seriously hurt him and you won’t wait for it to happen.

“We don’t know, but hell fire is not something to play with” like you needed more reasons to be scared of being near your dear Copia, your eyes can’t even water properly as your tears evaporate as soon as they touch your skin and your pitch black eyes don’t let be seen that you want to cry.

“Please, I need to be excused, can we talk another day?” Seeing you all so down, they leave you for the moment, you stay outside the office for a few seconds until all the ghouls come out after you, some say goodbye to you, but you don't listen to them.

Hell fire. Nobody ever told you that was a possibility, only the sex drive part, of course everybody remembers that, yes, your libido has been the first sign of your change, but it doesn’t make you mad, it’s only when you think of Copia when it sky rockets your desire, it’s not anybody, and your priority it’s his safety, maybe you can do stuff from a distance, unable to touch, that’s the saddest thought.

“You know” someone says behind you near your ear “You might be able to control it if you let go just one time” a short ghoul appears in front of you, his grin shows off his fangs, you recognize he’s the one that said he’s a fire ghoul, maybe he’s interested in burning all with you.

“And if you want to… you know ‘let go’ you can’t hurt us, so it’ll be okay” a very slanky ghoul says as he makes air quotes, their offer comes from their natural curiosity, not many high rank demons can be in men realm because of how dangerous and vicious they can get, so compared to them you’re practically harmless.

“Unlike if you try with a human, just a thought, take it into consideration, gorgeous, if you don’t want to burn anybody alive, of course” your face must have given your disdain away, they can sense that not even for morbidity does it attract your attention, you only politely smile and walk away annoyed.

You rather be chained up with crucifixes than even think to be with somebody else, you have to look for all the options, walking along a stone path to get away from everyone, thousands of possibilities go through your overwhelmed mind, you just want a little silence, you have in mind to enter the gardens and beyond, before you can disappear from everyone's sight, a beautiful voice calls you, the one you can't resist.

“Y/N! I’ve been looking for you…” you hug him tightly, cutting his words, nuzzling on his neck taking his scent in, not his cologne, your nose can surpass that in his skin, his nerves, his sweet blood running through his veins, you open you pitch black eyes noting what are you doing to stop yourself once more.

“I’ve missed you” you say in a tone sexier than you expected, his face completely flustered and out of words, you’re not sure what you did, and yet, you have him whimper close to you “These meetings are such a drag” you change the subject, Copia blinks awaken from your spell.

“That I know about” he smiles sweetly to you “You haven’t told them?” He extends his hand indicating that you walk together, you lead the way through the bushes and trees that surround you, already making you feel more relaxed.

“About what exactly?” you ask feeling his gaze upon you, you try not to look at him so you don't get distracted by your desires again, even avoiding taking his hand just in case the glove it’s not enough to protect him.

“The summoning and that I did it, and what we are” both of you have avoided adding those details to whoever knows about your condition, just because you fear they will take him away from you or have more people from the clergy watching over both of you constantly.

“I don’t know why should I” you try to discard the thought and by your mannerisms he does too.

“Have you discovered something new?” his sheepish smile raises your spirit for a second, just before you remember the outcome of the meeting, he awaits your answer patiently as you hesitate.

“A few things…” when you say it you speed up the step towards an abandoned chapel.

“Bad things?” the Cardinal asks you following you around the stone brick building reclaimed by the forest decades ago.

“Definitely not good” accepting out loud feels worse than you imagined "Apparently the reason I'm always steaming and burning things is because my element is fire and I can only control it if... I let myself go. But if that happens, I can hurt whoever is near me" you swallow hard, battling the knot in your throat.

“Oh… that’s is indeed not good” He takes you by the arm when he sees you so distraught, turns you so that you can see him face to face and looks for your gaze, lifting your chin with a gloved hand.

“Unless” your voice comes out with more grace and charm than you would like.

“Yes?” he doesn’t let go of your chin holding you softly.

“Unless it’s a creature who can endure, like… a ghoul or any other type of demon, so…” you divert your eyes down, his face changes, you look to him to find just the thing you feared the most, hurting him and not in the physical way.

“So…? Do you want to be with…?” he mumbles, his voice barely audible.

“No!” You meet his lost stare, at least in that you’re sure as the sun is round “Our options are reduced to do things from a distance, I think… Or…”

“Thanks Lucifer…” he smiles relieved, expecting a favorable answer from you.

“We should accept this is too risky for you and just end this as it is” you drop your thought unsure and unwittingly.

“No, cara, I’ve waited for you my whole life, I can’t…. please don’t ask me this” it’s unbearable to see him like that, you’re even almost completely turned off for once. He takes your hands into his, kissing them as he whimpers miserably.

“I can’t either…” with your eyes constantly evaporating your tears he can only gaze at your swollen nose and the sound of your sobs to notice that you’re also sad “but this, I know this isn’t how we expected things to be, but I would not forgive myself is I accidentally summon hell fire and…”

“Hell fire? Like the fire the ghouls make?” he jolts when he hears what you said, somehow that captured his attention, his sadness receding.

“Maybe, maybe something stronger, I don’t know much about these things” you try to understand his reaction because he holds you in his arms and he seems happier, brushing his fingers on your cheeks tenderly.

“I do know…” he chuckles before closing the gap between you two, even when his lips are not a strange sensation over yours, you’re surprised by him kissing you eagerly. Against your wishes, you try to push him away slowly.

“My love, please we shouldn’t… remember last time? I burnt your cassock” you remind him what happened the first time you both tried to be together, when you burned his black cassock by swirling too much on his chest for pulling it to take it off and your blouse ended up totally scorched.

“It’s the black one anyway, it’s not noticeable” he grazes his lips over yours when he couldn’t reach you, he held you tightly by the waist, it was difficult, the heat was raising up again.

“Copia, please…” you whine not letting him go.

“Am I bothering you?” his tone shows concern, for a second he fears he’s been too persistent.

“No, that’s the problem, I can’t refuse you, so please, don’t ask me anything” Your words partly do reflect what you say, because you have him very well gripped by the neck and you had not noticed how close you are to each other, feeling your hearts gallop next to each other, your agitated breaths mixing, his is so sweet that it drives you crazy to eat him whole.

“Let go… Y/N” you widen your eyes, suddenly scared, but you know you don’t want anything else.

“I can’t…” you whisper to his face as you lower your hands down to keep them flat on his chest.

“You’re scorching hot” He brushes his nose against yours smiling, bringing your foreheads together.

“Did I hurt you?” you exclaim pushing him back you he doesn’t let you.

“No, but look…” in his red cassock you can see your hands marked on the cloth, as if he had left the iron on for too long, the shiny hands on his chest make you jump slightly.

“Shit! I’m so sorry…” your apologies fall into deaf ears, he laughs charmingly, he kisses you on both cheeks.

“Don’t be, please” he says happier than you expect him to be, he lets go of you and begins to unbutton his cassock quickly, just then you notice he’s not wearing the biretta.

“Don’t take it off, Copia it’s your only protection” shocked by what he is doing, you put your hands to try to stop him, but you do not exert much force because in a short time he is left only in pants and a shirt that he wears underneath, your concern increases, or rather the tide of heat that is approaching when you see he begins to unbutton his shirt.

“Look at me” says the sweet cardinal patiently “Y/N, look at me” You look carefully at his open shirt, his exposed chest lightly covered with hair, a mark stands out, something that at first seemed like a group of moles under his collar bone, they form a series of spiral numbers, it's not a tattoo, it's the mark, the real one, when you look at it you run your fingers over it unable to believe it, you knew that he was special, the only one for you, but this goes beyond what you could ever have guessed.

“Is this?” you’re so pleasantly surprised, your worries melt down, at least most of them.

“Yes. You can’t hurt me, amore” he excitedly says “I was made for this, just like you”

Without waiting for a single second, you pounce on him without fear of hurting him with your sharp fangs on his neck, you greedily lick the vein in his neck up to his lobe, he gasps in your ear, while you feel his fingers digging into your thighs, teasing the thin fabric of your underwear making an effort to pull them down, he then smiles at you tenderly, lost looking at your face, brushing his finger on your lower lip, thrilled that he doesn’t have to imagine how it feels like to be with you anymore, while you palm his chest looking once or twice at the mark, you slowly try to lick his finger but you feel something different, a little scared, you touch your own tongue, which feels forked in two, you look up at the Cardinal who looks at you fascinated, it means it's working already.

He closes the space between the two of you to give you a rough kiss, his teeth collide with yours and your tongue finds the most hidden corners of his mouth, you sigh through your nose and hot steam comes out along with a moan that rumbles in your throat.

He parts from you to finish taking off his clothes, you only half lower the top of your dress and half raise your skirt and kick your panties away, then he takes you by the waist to place you against a stone brick wall behind you, takes your thighs and he lifts you up without saying a word, you just feel his sweet breath on you, he growls when he feels you open and wet for him. You grab him by the neck tightly and force your heels into his butt cheeks to make him slide inside you, as he does you both roll your eyes in anticipation.

“Sei più delizioso di quanto potessi immaginare” he moans with his eyes closed pinning you against the wall with his desperate thrusts.

“Copia… you feel so good, please…”

Something interrupts you again, you feel that something has fallen to the ground, he follows your gaze and feels something dangling between his legs, he tries to capture it with one hand, but it escapes him, he doesn’t let go of you to look for it, you feel a pressure in your lower back and make a little effort, that is then when a pink hairless tail lifts up to your shoulder, feeling your own skin brushing against itself, you smile mischievously wrapping the tail around his neck, naturally having control over it.

“Don’t stop” you command him, needy as he is, he thrusts into you mercilessly.

You knew that the months of waiting would help you not need a foreplay to start strong, along with your condition, nuzzling on your neck he gives all his energy to make everything that he had been saving for you come true, as your moans get louder so does your heat that begins to burn around both of your bodies, as he said, he’s unharmed, he sees you so wild growling thanks to the perfect rolling of his hips hitting the right spot, you were also starving for his body which makes your moans become a screech.

The tension inside you builds up, losing yourself each second you can’t help but scratch his shoulders cutting his skin and lapping up the blood that your claws have drawn, he doesn’t stop thrusting, on the contrary he does so faster.

“Mia bella serpente, mia bella tentazione” his voice broken by his effort makes you tremble within the little that you can still move “Ti voglio così tanto”

“Copia, no puedo más, no me sueltes! Me quemo!” your desperate screams echo for miles around, lost in your own pleasure, you don't quite know how you can speak, while the pressure in your head finally escapes in the form of screams and fire that consumes everything around you, and as Copia said, he is intact.

Violent bluish flames envelop you both, while he also has an orgasm and screams along with you like a possessed man, you bite his shoulder a little hard, marking your teeth on his tender skin now full of bruises, blood and freckles, a delicious spectacle in your opinion, you didn't know you had that in you.

The tree that was erected above you, catches fire like your blood and your skin that are boiling, you don't know how many minutes pass until your flames calm down and the screams were silenced by kisses, he joins your foreheads together, but something hits him, the pressure on your head and the infernal fire have ended up exposing the horns that you should always have, your crescent-shaped horns ignited the fire that consumed the tree and marked your body shape into the wall, burning the leaves and the ivy that once was behind you could see it when he helped you down and you both saw how the dark marks on the wall had the shape of your torso and your buttocks, you both laughed a little at that, but not so much at the tree, you quickly put on your clothes to go to ask for help to put out the fire, while you run together he takes you by the hand and smiles at you.

“I hope at least it was worth of your liking, cara” he stops for a second to kiss your hand, you let him do, but immediately you resume your running.

“Did I liked it you ask?” you laugh “My dearest Copia, this is just the beginning…” you smile at him showing your forked tongue.

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year

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I am very, very attached to ava "gender? *shrug emoji*" silva because it's so rare I see that approach and, self indulgently, it's me. I've got trans friends and nb friends and the whole pronoun thing makes sense to them in a way I'm almost jealous of? Does that make any sense? They know themselves enough to know they were a square peg on a round hole...no double entendre intended...and I'm sat here going "well using my birth pronouns doesn't hurt me so I'll roll with that", and it feels weird somehow? Because it's not bad and it's not uncomfortable but I know it would only be the newness factor and the extra steps correcting people that mean I wouldn't be just as comfortable going by a different one?

And then I feel all twisted because I work in a decent job with an actual commitment to supporting LGBTQ+ people, but I'm still puzzling out the pronouns and I don't want to put them into my email signature then change, or have them hang about after I potentially have a revelation. But I don't want people to think I'm opposed to them either.

I don't know, don't feel obligated to weigh in, I just figure I could ping this at you without judgement at least. It's hard to state it out loud sometimes.

lemme tell you. pronouns (especially in english) as a stand in for gender is a) v recent; b) so neoliberal & western, & rly wayyyy more of an issue in the global north. ppl prioritizing pronouns as Respectful™️ toward trans folks is all fine & good (it’s easy), but the neoliberal rhetoric around trans existence as like… rooted in western language, western terms, western experiences… fucking infuriating. i hate pronouns. i hate the expectation of them. i hate a “dead” name — i was never not who i am, i will always be who i am; i have a name i was given & a name i chose & they’re not desperate selves. the pathologization of transness is disgusting & not at all decolonized; the expectation that u have to feel at deep odds w your body, at deep odds w ur pronouns, ur name, etc, is a western reaction to a western problem. all over the world, for literally all of history, gender expansive folks have existed without the expectation of Being Trans, without definitions & boxes. i despise the expectation that i have to feel hatred or profound anxiety about myself or my body to access care, or to have a name i chose — i think care should be about what makes you feel best, & that’s it. the state control thru the medical industrial complex of gender & care & belonging is insane. so i always just ask, what’s the best choice? what makes me feel comfortable & at ease? what do i Want? those are the only questions that matter to me at this point. if those answers are rly rooted in pronouns & a name etc, then that’s obvs fine! but i think so often we get caught up in HAVING to have those things to be able to answer those questions. & to me the answers to those questions are found in the texture & fit of fabrics, & my home, & really good food, & my community. not once have i found them in a they/them pronoun

so anyway yes i hear you. i don’t think u should feel jealous of ur friends bc ur experience is so real & expansive & that’s also wonderful.

& for ava yah it’s honestly pissed me off for a while that ppl have just thrown this inaccurate & weird & western agenda on her gender. like when i say she doesn’t care, she’s happy w her body, she loves curiosity & hates boxes & labels — it’s tru. it’s not more than that, it’s not “non-binary”. there’s no binary to begin with!! there never has been!

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space-ninja-fashion-show · 1 year

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Okay!! Big ramble copied straight from notepad here we go

Spoilers for TNW and random things before it + Entrati rank 5

I am slowly (bc i am v v sleepy for no reason) rotating in my brain about Giving North A Frame

Bc like

They suck at void magic by default and it takes a lot of learning for them to be able to reliably do the most basic stuff like void mode/void sling during an actual mission, and they highly prefer sticking to the sirocco/rumblejack/nataruk instead of trying to use an amp

So ofc they don't excel at transference either

It's actually so much worse than the other void magic powers too bc transference is Collaborative and you can't just be bad at it In Private and possibly practice until you're No Longer That Bad At It. Also it is a wholeass Ordeal

And their first attempts at transference were Not a fun experience

With Umbra, even Kohlrabi doesn't use transference all that much, the two of them prefer to work side by side rather than as one, so while he allowed North to try so that they could learn, it's overall v clear that Umbra Would Prefer Not To. He also immediately got hit with all of North's doubts/anxiety/etc about not being innately good at void magic bc North doesn't know how to put a filter over the connection when using transference (doesn't even know that's a thing you can and should do at first) so it was overall v unpleasant for Umbra while also putting his Dad Instincts on high alert, and North was just having a bad time in general, so y'know. No One Liked That

With Alden it went worse

And by worse i mean the moment North transferred into Alden they were violently thrown right back out

It was not on purpose and Alden did and still does feel so fuckin bad about it. It was all instinct, like blinking when someone waves near your face even if you Know they aren't going to poke you in the eye. A consciousness other than Kohlrabi's connecting to Alden just felt so viscerally wrong to him and it got That reaction. While he allows North to try again and the two of them Can work together via transference if needed, the whole thing is forever marked by that first failure and is overall generally stilted. Alden and North get along swimmingly otherwise, just. not when transference is involved bc it puts a damper on their teamwork when they both know that between Alden and Kohlrabi it's always seamless

With Lanius they never even try for a million different reasons, which is actually part of the reason North gets along most comfortably with Lanius out of the three frames that are around when they arrive. There is no awkwardness from knowing how wrong it goes if they try to share a body, and they just. vibe. Not a single day in Duviri did North guess they'd someday be spending afternoons entranced by the most infested warframe in the world telling them about convergent evolution, but they're not complaining

But the issue remains: North doesn't have a warframe

And that's fine to them, honestly, they prefer it that way, and for a while i was gonna leave it as that too. But both for ease of working with canon quests and bc some stuff grabbed ahold of my brain and refuses to let go, I think instead it goes something like this:

North gets hurt

This is not unusual seeing as they continue to fight the way they did during TNW, with just their squishy human body and stubbornness and their new void powers they're slowly growing into actually using in tense situations. There's always various levels of disapproval from the ppl around them when they get hurt, but so what? All part of the job. It's not like they Died. They can just get patched up, don't bother waiting to heal up all the way, and get back out there. It's fine

(Gestures vaguely at what we understand of Duviri so far. It is, in fact, Not Fine)

Anyway

North gets hurt

And this time it's…notably worse than usual. No clue what happens exactly, but they're a fair distance away from Kohlrabi and Alden wreaking havoc in some other corner of whatever base they're running a mission in, and it's something North knows a frame would just shake themself off and move on about, but North isn't a frame, and they don't use void mode or transference on instinct to protect from harm, and they don't have a frame that might yank them back into transference at the last moment like Alden had learned to do for Kohlrabi, all they have is flesh and bad ideas and pain

For a moment there's the urge to not radio to Kohlrabi, the thought that "if you got hurt, they could too, and that's not a price that's worth it to pay"

In the end they do call in and they get rescued and they make it, but the worry from around them grows, bc it was Too Close this time. For a while they're just Not Allowed to go on higher intensity missions and they know that if Kohlrabi doesn't drop it soon and doesn't stop siccing Ordis on them, they'll need to start sneaking out to Get Shit Done alone this time

There is stuff to do while they recover ofc. They spend time helping out on Cetus, Hako (bc by this point they're friends) takes them on a few void runs, but most importantly to this story: they wander around on the Cambion Drift with Lanius and Keiko sometimes. Keiko doesn't much care about digging around for bio samples and a million different fucked up Entrati basements all that much, but Lanius never stopped being an infested scientist even after getting warframe-ified, so sometimes they go down to deimos and help out and Lanius gets to be really excited about things. And bc the void grants immunity from the infestation, they start bringing North along while they recover, to give them something to do, and also bc Lanius likes them (Keiko also likes them but she isn't the kinda person to admit it and also she finds it hilarious that North is oddly intimidated by her rude 14-year-old ass)

At some point they end up cracking open yet another isolation vault. They end up with a whole lot of the usual - bio samples, data for maps that need to be updated, some resources to bring home. Lanius and North use scintillant as target practice

They also find

A cryopod

Weirdly old-school even in orokin terms, gilded and decked out with the same gold-coin-plated look as a lot of other Entrati related things, and damaged. The infestation doesn't exactly rust things but it does chip away even at what's inorganic, and this cryopod is running on borrowed time

They open it up, and inside

They find a warframe

Gilded and only as tall as maybe North themself, and completely inanimate. Logically North knows that that's what warframes are meant to be, but between all three frames they know being autonomous and the knowledge that Lanius had come out of their own cryopod swinging when found anew, it feels uncanny

It's also generally uncanny to just. find a warframe somewhere

Keiko's general opinion is "we'll go tell Gomaitru or Vilcor about it and they'll probably send those grineer boys down here to haul it up if they want it bc Lan and I sure as hell aren't carrying that thing all the way up and you straight up Can't"

Which is entirely untrue bc Keiko may be a rude lil shit but she's also a kid and feeling about as unnerved by the random frame as North and Lanius are, and it feels wrong to just walk away and let someone else deal with this. But long, long before she could actually break about it and decide to drive the strange frame topside via transference, North speaks, not taking their eyes off the frame:

"I could try to, you know. walk them up. Just this small distance, so we don't have to carry them."

And, well

They do

Bc they know how to use transference even if they hardly ever do, and it works shockingly easily this time despite how fast their heart is beating, and

It sucks

It fuckin sucks

If seeing an inanimate frame was uncanny, this is downright horrifying, to jump into a body without anyone there to greet you. Even getting thrown right back out of Alden was better than this bc at least there was Someone There

This?

This is empty

North manages to walk the frame up and all the way back to the Necralisk, feeling five inches beside their own body the whole time. It feels like standing alone in a room meant for a crowd. They bring the frame to Vilcor and when North transfers back out of them, they're hit with the smallest spike of anxiety that isn't all theirs, but they don't realise that until much, much later. Once they're gone, unlike how it happens in the game, the frame just…collapses

(Being back in their own body hardly makes them feel better. It's the knowledge getting driven home, that most frames don't walk around, that they don't get to be people anymore. That Umbra and Alden and Lanius having identity and personhood and autonomy instead of being empty shells is something rare and special)

Vilcor is pleasantly surprised at seeing the frame

He tells them it was never actually used by Tenno, never had its somatic link accessed before North transferred into it, never got bonded to anyone. It was a project that succeeded enough to not be considered a failure but which was never a resounding success enough to be worth to put into use. Something about coming too late into the collection of groundbreaking frames and not part of the growing ranks of primes, and not garnering interest from the right officials

So off to an isolation vault it went for a later date, and that later date didn't come until centuries later

Its name was Lavos, Vilcor tells them, entirely unlike introducing a person. Something about a mastery of elements and revolutionising the energy consumption of frames and heralding a new level of power and destruction one shotgun blast at a time. It mostly just sounds like he's reminiscing about a business pitch

They end up bringing the lavos back to the Orbiter in the Camp just bc it doesn't Feel Right to do anything else. All three of them are shaken in the aftermath. Lanius and Keiko stay the night instead of taking off in the Bandit to go back to doing their own thing. North eventually ends up pouring their heart out to Kohlrabi about the whole situation and in return Kohlrabi tells them about what it had felt like to pilot Alden before he started becoming more of a person again

I'm not sure how exactly things go after this and it's getting late and i've run out of steam but: lavos ends up as North's frame partly as homage to the fact that i played TNW with my lavos, and North gets to build a relationship via transference instead of it just being a v anxiety-inducing skill to them, and they end up with more of a friendship of being on the same level instead of the parent-child relationships the other frames in the group have going on with their tenno. Idk anything about lavos in detail yet besides that he has Big Anxiety. I need a name and a canon look for him and everything

#kata's chatter #this is genuinely so fuckin long but at the v least its easier to show it to kirby like this so whatever #oc: drifter north #oc: operator kohlrabi #oc: lanius #oc: operator keiko #oc: alden #lanius and keiko i dont think i ever even talked about on here but Oh Well #its fine this is fine i just need to make fashion about this the next time i play #oc: higgins

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goldenguillotines · 1 year

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I'm violently demanding all of the emojis for Kou, actually

"Ah.. Curious are we friend?"

🌅- Do you have a certain routine for starting your night?

"I usually have a cup of coffee and read whatever emails have come in.. Usually I'm coherent early in morning.. so I try and get to the inquiries that people send during the morning time.. Sometimes some of the managers don't get around to sending their correspondence until later."

👽- What is your stance on aliens? Should they be treated just like mutants?

" Hmm.. I don't have much of a stance on that. I think regardless of mutations or origins.. you should be treated with respect and equally.. Along as you aren't causing problems for anyone else or hurting Alternia itself."

🌞- Have you ever gone out or gotten caught out of your hive during daylight? What happened?

"No I haven't. I don't know if I would.. not sure if I'm safe to go out there.. but even if I was. The undead would certainly eat me alive."

💀- Are you strong enough to face shadow droppers on your own if faced with them?

"Maybe. Maybe.. I'm not sure. I'm not particularly versed in a fight. Even if their only goal is to kill me. I certainly wouldn't allow them to take me down with them.. and I would definitely run. I'm rather quick on my feet believe it or not."

🛌- Do you sleep in a recuperacoon or do you rest in other accommodations?

"Recuperacoons are for grubs, no? Retired mine a very long long time ago.. and no use of having it in my place.. I have a bed. Rather small though I have been meaning to get a queen maybe."

🤳- Do you use trollian? If so, what is your handle? If not, do you use any messaging system?

"I have one.. but I don't use it. Please warn if you send me a message. glisteningComposure.. I think I've had a few before.."

💅- Do you have time or resources for self care or small luxuries?

"I don't have much free time.. I'm not struggling with money or such.. Just my time. I do think a little bit of self care that I do is making sure I eat and maintain my spaces I work with.. I don't also enjoy frivolous things or much decor. So.. maybe with some time that can change?"

🌌- Have you ever wanted to travel intergalactically? What would you look for in a place to visit off planet?

"Not particularly a thought I've had. I know some that travel tell me they wish they could ge feet down back on Alternia.. after all. Isn't your first home always your true home?"

🍳- What sort of cuisine do you normally eat? Are you openly okay with items labelled only as grubsauce or grubloaf?

"I usually make something quick or light. More like cut up fruits and vegetables.. or maybe a soup out of a can. I'm not gifted with cooking.. but I'm not awful either."

🚌- How do you normally get around/travel? Would they ever be able to afford their own scuttlebuggy?

"Walking or public transportation believe it or not. I could purchase purchase a vehicle of some kind.. however I don't believe it would be of too much use to me. Just another thing I have to keep track of."

🌃- Do you prefer to live in a rural area or more populated places with communal hive stems?

"I prefer city living in all honesty. It eases some of my worries and concerns. I find that in mote heavily concentrated areas like the one I live in... Some do ignore me or dont notice me. Which is a good thing. Usually there is a fair bit of gawking and staring.. Plus.. I've found most places in the cities a bit more progressive than what I first believed."

🎭- How do you access entertainment? What is available to you to do for fun?

"We all have our television and such... access to the internet. I do find myself enjoying those cafes with open mic poetry occasionally or a movie. Though most of the time.. I opt for a film in a separate window and my work in another."

🩺- How do you access healthcare? Do you have access to doctors or do you have to rely on other forms of medicine?

"If I do feel bad.. Usually I self medicate or use my intuition to avoid most if not all of my visits to the doctors or hospitals. If worse does come to worse.. I have a friend I can ask for some assistance even if they might not enjoy seeing blood."

🔮- Do you believe those who claim to be gifted with the ability to see ghosts or talk to lusii telepathically? Or do you think they are lying?

"I think anything is fairly possible. I've seen odder powers.. and besides. Chuckle voodoos are a thing.. along with Ceruleans manipulation. Why wouldn't that be a thing?"

"There must be minor influences of everything. Such as lusii being drawn to someone.. spiritually drawn without exactly being able to see the spirits.. I think it depends."

🧿- Do you believe in horrorterrors? Or do you believe they're just scary stories?

"I'm doubtful but I leave myself open to changing my mind about these things. I've been told some of Alternia's older generations are more knowledgeable.. such as The Threadweaver. He apparently is knowledgeable of such.. Which is quite funny for someone like himself."

🤖- How do you feel about drones? Do you try to avoid them when they come around?

"I do have my thoughts.. though I never cross them. I try to make myself a little bit scarce. Last thing you need is to be chased by a drone in broad moonlight for looking at it a little funny."

♥️- Do you think that pity should still be considered the normal feelings for a red or would you say love is a more common practice to look for in a mate?

"For some reason.. I've never considered pity in red the 'common' thing.. Or maybe times have changed. Usually most I've seen, have genuinely had love on the forefront of their minds when chasing after someone for their red. Would ge a miserable relationship if the other was putting pity into these feelings."

♦️- Do you think it's dangerous for lowbloods to be pale with highbloods?

"I think it depends on what caste.. I know when Purple, Violet and Fuschia's tempers flair.. If you aren't physically prepared for that. Might be a bit messy.. Though. Not all lower bloods are pushovers or weak. Not exactly on par with their castes strength.. but enough to defend one's self.. and how about the reverse? What if that lower blood was stronger than the high blood? Wouldn't that be dangerous as well?"

♣️- Do you have any interest in an ashen, or do you see it as obsolete in current day?

"Ashen is rather childish.. No? If you need someone to interject on your spades.. I believe that says a lot about your relationship than anything... and I certainly couldn't imagine having to do that either."

♠️- Do you think pitches should only be based on hate, or do you believe they should also be based on a strong rivalry as well?

"Im no spades expert. But there is challenge between spades and romance. A type of love behind it.. even if people would get colored in the face about it. They certainly love that person.. but not in red nor pale of course. I believe there's a type of rivalry and a bit of care that goes hand in hand. Not particularly full blown hate.. Of course there's loathing.. I just don't think defining it so starkly is correct."

🔱- How different do you think Alternia would be if the planet wasnt ruled as a tyranny? Would it be better or worse?

"Alternians would always revert back.. I feel it... Another event for history before another Sea dweller sits on that throne. They'll out live all of us and then some. I suppose it makes sense why it's always been this way."

🪦- Do you believe everyone should be given a proper burial or is it a waste of time to have gravediggers?

"In a perfect world. Yes. However don't you think it's funny? The ones who do get burials are all higher bloods.. and if they're lower.. I usually find them at unmarked Graves being reclaimed by nature.."

🪖- How do you feel about the ever looming threat of being put into the fleet if called upon by the empress to do so?

"If the emperor for some reason called apon me of all people. I believe I could dodge it.. by providing other assistance where necessary or maybe just becoming scarce. I'm not much of a fighter."

⚖️- Do you believe the justice system works, or do you feel justice has to be taken into your own hands?

"Sometimes justice comes after the fact in unexpecting ways. Though our system helps occasion. Most is swayed by what lines others pockets or even who has the most clout.. It is a tricky line. But innocent blood should not be spilled in the pursuit of what is right."

🃏- What are your thoughts on organized religion?

"To each their own. If it allows them to feel more comfortable with the inevitable without harming others.. so be it."

🎄- Do you celebrate holidays of any sort? If so, what ones?

"Not particularly.. though if I was invited to an event or maybe even a gift during the times. I would not make a fuss. Certainly seems pointless as I have no one to celebrate with."

🐚- Are you afraid of the beach or ocean? If so, what reasons?

"I actually enjoy the beach. It's rather calm and pleasent."

🐾- What is your lusus like? Are/were they around often or do/did they normally leave you all by yourself?

"Hm. I don't believe I recall my lusus in all honesty. I do remember most of my grubhood was spend by myself. I was never in danger.. but suspicion tells me perhaps my lusus was poached."

🔥- Have you ever done something (outside of murder) that most likely should be considered a criminal act, but either wasn't or was just swept under the rug due to your status?

"Nothing that I'm aware of. Perhaps hiding my blood color could be considered one.. but otherwise. No."

#Koukoi #ask meme #long #ic #WOOOUGH #see i said id do it!!!!!

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wheelsup · 3 years

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okay but can you imagine spencer washing your hair for you?

like, i never (ever) let anyone (at all) touch my hair, but i feel like he'd be really gentle about it, and there is just something so soft and tender to me about the idea of washing someone's hair for them 🥺

that’s my dream <3 ik you didnt specifically ask for a blurb but i think about this very often. i wrote two versions of this, but this one (with two bickering best friends who are v much in love) won my heart.

wc: 1.6k contains: friends (to crushes, maybe ;) ), injured reader. gn!reader

“Spence, I promise you that I can do it by myself,” you huffed, attempting to yank off your tank top as you walked toward the hotel bathroom, using only one arm while trying to keep the other as still as possible.

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you didn’t sound like you were going to cry,” he snickered, following hot on your trail as you tried to escape his hovering.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“Oh really? Lift your arm up, then.” He leaned his hip against the marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for you to do it. One obnoxiously smug eyebrow arched on his forehead.

Sometime during the case, you’d gotten into a brief tousle with a suspect, who just had to run away when approached. If Morgan had been there, you wouldn’t have even batted a lash, but he wasn’t. So not only had you detained him by yourself, you also wound up with a minor pulled muscle in your shoulder.

You shot him a sarcastic smile, toothless and irritated, and raised your right arm into the air. He let out an airy scoff.

“Other one, smart ass.”

Your arm dropped down to your side, your smile falling with it as you turned sharply towards the shower.

“Look, I’m disgusting right now. So either I suck it up and shower, or you’re going to smell me until the day we solve this case.”

Spencer’s nose crinkled at the gross truth. He wasn’t ungentlemanly enough to tell you, but sharing a bed with a coworker was quite a quick way to discover if they were in need of a shower or not. Your shoulder might be out of service, but both of you could agree that hygiene was a bigger priority.

“You can’t even move. Just… just let me help you.”

You snorted. “Nice try, Reid. I’m not letting you shower with me.”

He rolled his eyes at your use of his last name. You only called him that when you were annoyed with him. He pushed off the counter and turned to the wall, hitting the light switch and earning a shriek from you as the room suddenly went dark.

“I won’t look,” he shrugged, amusing no one but himself.

“You’re a clown, you know that?” you muttered under your breath, drawing back the shower curtain and fumbling around, searching for the knobs in pitch black. “Absolutely fucking theatrical.”

You found them moments later and ran the water, testing the temperature on the back of your hand. By the time it went from cold to warm, you noticed that he still hadn’t moved. From the sliver of light peeking under the door, you could make out just his silhouette in the corner, perched on the vanity.

He was being stubborn about this. That, and the comforting fact that you couldn’t see a single thing –– thankfully, not even his face –– wore you down.

“Close your eyes,” you murmured.

“It’s already pitch black in here ––”

“Close your eyes, Reid.”

Sighing through his nose, he did just that. To make sure you knew it, and also maybe just to be annoying, he made a show of getting off the counter and turning himself around to face the wall. You peeled out of your clothes as quickly as you could. In the process, you caught the long shower curtain under the heel of your foot and, as you stumbled over it, accidentally dragged it along, sending the metal curtain hooks screeching as they slid along the bar.

The second you found your ground, you immediately shot daggers into the back of Spencer’s head, waiting for him to make a joke. As if he could feel them, he bit back his quip. Not without letting a barely contained cackle slip under his breath.

“Okay,” you warned, stepping into the shower. Grabbing the end of the shower curtain, you pulled it tightly over your body to cover yourself as you poked your chin out to talk to him. “I’m in.”

Spencer turned and approached the shower, eyes still shut with his hands out in front of him, feeling the walls for guidance. He was still mocking you for making him close his eyes. You raised your brows; he must’ve thought he was quite funny.

“You look like Velma when she loses her glasses.”

That knocked the funny bone right out of him. His hands dropped to his sides.

“Just get your hair wet and hand me the shampoo.”

You drew the curtain shut again as you dipped your head under the shower stream, coming back moments later with sopping wet hair and a little bottle of complimentary hotel shampoo.

He let you sit on the floor of the bathtub, just slightly removed from the spray of the water. Your back was to him, as he kneeled down on the tile floor, just outside of the bathtub so he didn’t have to get wet. You bent your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them.

Spencer first pushed up the sleeves of his sweater as far as he could before deciding to remove it altogether for the sake of protecting the wool against stray water. The cuffs of his work shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows as he got to work.

Taking a healthy quarter-sized amount of shampoo into his palm, he lathered it between his hands before running soapy fingers through your scalp. The pads of his fingertips softly dug in as he carefully massaged the shampoo in.

When he started working his fingers in patterns, putting pressure near your temples and increasing it as he dragged them up the curve of your scalp, you let your eyes close. He was getting rid of a headache you didn’t even realize you had.

The tension you’d been carrying in your shoulders eased a little, and it made him think about how much you probably needed this. One of his hands came down to massage the muscle between your neck and your good shoulder, knowing it was best to just let the hot water do its magic on the bad one.

When the shampoo had been sufficiently lathered, he stood up and detached the shower head, bringing it down to you so you didn’t have to move. You leaned your head back for him as he carefully rinsed the soap out.

You weren’t going to ask, but thank God Spencer told you to hand him the conditioner next. This, he slathered all over the ends of your hair, making sure all of it was sufficiently covered in conditioner before loosely twisting it into a low, makeshift pony for you.

“Mm. I was about to ask how you’re so good at haircare,” you chuckled lowly to yourself, in a half-sleepy voice with your forehead resting on your knees. Dangerously close to falling asleep. “Then I remembered what you used to look like.”

You had a lazy smile on your face just thinking about the days where Spencer’s hair used to be down to his shoulders. He looked so pretty like that (not that he didn’t look pretty now, too), you always wondered why he got rid of it.

“Remember when I got shot in the knee?” he hummed, returning to work your shoulder. He adorned a tiny smile of his own as he started to reminisce. “You came by my house at least once a week. Brought me meals, watched movies with me. Helped distract me from the pain. Even drove me to my physical therapy appointments.”

You mm-hmm’d that you remembered.

“You pretty much did everything shy of helping me bathe. Though, I feel like you would’ve helped with that, too, if I asked.”

You both laughed at that. You hadn’t really noticed the parallels of your situation, being injured and needing his help for once. He was happy to repay the favor.

“I’ll, uh. Let you wash your body yourself,” he said, coming out of his daydream for a moment. He rinsed his hands off and got up, patting down his wet hands on his trousers. With one nod from you to confirm that you’d be able to do it, he quickly exited the bathroom to give you privacy.

You emerged seventeen minutes later, clad in pajamas with towel-dried hair. Spencer was still awake as you crawled onto the bed beside him, more than ready for bed after that. He looked to the side to ask you how the rest of your shower was, and before he could get it out, you shuffled up next to him, winding one arm around his and resting your head on his chest.

“I take it you had a good shower?” he laughed. This was one of his “I told you so” moments, and for once, you didn’t mind it.

“Mhm,” you smiled, chuckling behind it as you shut your eyes. You were falling asleep fast. “Spence, the scalp massage…”

“Was good, right?” he boasted, inflating his own ego a bit.

You nodded against his shoulder, not caring if you helped blow up his ego another two sizes. Burrowing deeper into the covers, nestling tighter against Spencer, you got one more quip in before falling asleep. “S’good that I think I have a crush on you now.”

Joke or not, he pulled the blanket higher until it reached your chin, holding you with both arms and kissing the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

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fe-fictions · 2 years

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Can you repost the Dimitri assassin fic along with the dog follow up fic?

(If you can request the sequel fic separately i can do that! ;; v ;; )

He wasn’t woken up by the sound of the assassin breaking in. The culprit had done so flawlessly. No, it was the shift in atmosphere. A feeling he’d experienced many times in the last five years. Many attempts on his life had come and gone, all of them failures.

He stirred when he felt a new presence in the room. His eye opened, finding a shadow. It loomed over his wife. A small vial in his hand.

Poison.

Assassin.

Dimitri roared to life in an instant. He launched off the bed and smashed the bastard to the floor before he could touch you. What woke you was the sound of furniture breaking, and the struggle of two men mere feet away.

You shot up with a gasp, grabbing your knife to assist. Dimitri had the man pinned, hand at his throat in seconds. The vial was long shattered by his fist.

“Who sent you?!” He shouted, hardened by adrenaline, “Who sent you to kill the Queen?!”

You were at his side with the blade at the man’s neck instead, giving Dimitri time to move his hand and pin the assassin down harder. The man groaned in pain, Dimitri’s strength no doubt hell on his bones.

“Tell us who sent you, and you may yet live!” The king spat, losing his patience. Instead, the assassin spat, turning away with a laugh.

“Long live Emperor Edelgard! Death to Faerghus-- Death to the Church! Death to-”

Dimitri knocked him out without hesitation. You cringed at the heavy sound.

“....Are you sure you didn’t kill him?”

You retracted the knife and looked to your husband, who still breathed heavily. Rage glimmered in his eyes.

“It wouldn’t have been in one strike if I did.” Dimitri glowered. The guards burst in moments later, Seteth at the helm.

The crashing and shouting seemed to have alerted the whole monastery. It just took too long to get everyone there.

Dimitri planned to have a very long conversation with Seteth, later-- had he not been there with you, you likely would have died.

His heart clenched at the mere thought.

Guards hauled away the man, leaving you to recover yourself with the king.

A few choice words were shared with Seteth, who assured you both that the separate bedroom would be prepared for the two of you and would be covered top to bottom in security; he would see to it personally.

It did little to ease either of your nerves; you were both riding high on adrenaline you didn’t ask for.

Several quiet seconds ticked by, before Dimitri took hold of your shoulders.

“Do you feel all right? Are you feeling ill, or were you hurt, or…?”

“No-- I think you stopped it before anything could truly happen.”

He nodded slowly, his hands slowly falling away. “Good…”

You followed his trailing gaze to the open window. He locked it back again, searching for any other potential security breaches.

He was not handling the stress well; he was muttering to himself angrily, kicking away broken furniture and decorations. The murderous glint in his eyes had yet to fade.

You went to his side quietly, slipping your hand down his back.

“Dima?” He glanced down at you, expression tight and unchanging. “We’re okay. Neither of us were harmed.”

“...I...I know. But it doesn’t change the fact that you were a target. That man wanted to kill you.”

Your nod was silent in his reply. You rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’m okay, Dima. All thanks to you.”

“Hm.”

He brought his arm around your shoulders, hugging you close.

“...Do you think you can return to sleep, Beloved?”

“I doubt it.” You admitted, “I have too many questions to risk sleep.”

“I agree. Let’s follow after Seteth. I’m we can keep ourselves busy.”

He pulled you closer, kissing the side of your head.

“I...am relieved...you are all right.”

You cupped his face, beaming up at him despite the anxiety that gnawed at you. “Thank you for saving me, Dima.”

“I would do it a thousand times over.” He swore to you, his frown still deep and troubled. “Until you are safe from everything.”

That drew a soft laugh. “I doubt that’s possible, dear.”

“Hmph. I’ll prove it to you.”

“If anyone could,” You sank into him, softly embracing one another. “It’s you.”

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ekaterinatepes · 3 years

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Nothing but the Best

Author’s note: hello my dears! Sorry for not updating the past few days. I travel a lot for work and the circumstances lately made it difficult for me to update as much as I wanted. Although I did get enough inspiration to write this chapter. I come back to you with some juicy lemony goodness ;)

Minors DNI

Warning: NSFW content, mildly non con at the beginning, emotional sex, hurt, comfort and angst.

Blinding jealousy was the only thing that could describe how Satoru felt. Boiling in his blood, licking flames of rage through his body.

Betrayal… his best friend, holding his wife’s hand as he walked her back home. Not only that! Suguru went in with YOU! In your apartment! As if this was the most normal thing in the world!

Did you invite him to stay the night? Did you both plan this ahead of time?

Warping to the top of the building next to yours he continued to watch from his position as you turned on the lights in your apartment. Setting your bag on the counter, taking off your shoes and jacket. Suguru followed you in taking off his shoes and walking into the kitchen after you.

Gojo saw you both laughing and talking like you always did. You were at ease, immersed in your own world… completely forgetting about Satoru.

Did the kiss from last night mean nothing to you?

“What the fuck is going on?!” He groaned removing his blindfold; now fully observing and analyzing every single detail of what you two were doing using his six eyes.

Gojo didn’t want to miss a thing.

He focused on you, your reactions, the way you smiled, the way you acted, your heartbeat, the tone of your voice and… that bright and warm halo of happiness surrounding you while in Suguru’s presence; the same halo that last night was cold for Satoru. All of your smiles, all of your warmth and kindness were dedicated to Suguru.

Satoru’s frayed nerves and chaotic mind debated wether he should warp there and steal you away (… of course then proceed to fuck your into oblivion, fill you with his cum to the brim until you knew there was no other man for you other than your husband) OR keep watching and see how far you would go.

As angry as he was right then, he had to remind himself that Suguru and you had always been very close. It wasn’t uncommon for Geto fo visit you and have dinner with you to keep you company whenever Satoru wasn’t around due to his work or even have dinner together all three of you. This wasn’t ‘abnormal’ per say. The difference was that NOW you ‘thought’ you were not Satoru’s anymore (the operational word being ‘thought’)Geto’s presence never bothered him before… until now.

Taking a deep breath Satoru saw you walking towards your bedroom. His hands trembled in anticipation.

Were you going to sleep with Suguru?

He walked along the edge of his rooftop following your movements inside until you stopped in front of your room. Suguru moved closer to you and Satoru almost snapped. Lifting his hand to use his cursed technic against his best friend he saw how you both hugged and after you placed a kiss on his cheek you bid him goodnight. You pulled back and Satoru sighed in relieve but then Suguru was the one that leaned in and kissed your lips. Satoru was as shocked as you were but you managed to recover faster than he did since you returned Suguru’s embrace for what felt like an eternity. Finally when you separated, Geto and you exchanged a couple words and after another hug he walked out of your room closing the door behind him.

Satoru’s eyes had been open like saucers while the exchange took place, he released a breath he didn’t know have been holding. He saw you turn around and touch your lips with a blush on your cheeks.

He lost his fucking mind right then.

After coming back home Suguru and you talked about the latest shows you were watching and the movies you wanted to watch so you could catch up. A couple jokes about your gory tastes in movies and series after and you were both ready to turn in for the day.

“So! You wanna do a ‘The Walking Dead’ marathon?” You asked with a smirk “sure doll, we can do that tomorrow. You have the morning free right?” Asked Suguru. Sunday mornings were your ‘me’ time since your instructor didn’t work on Sundays “yes I do!” You answered with a big grin. You felt like a kid and the sensation filled you with happiness.

Now that Suguru was here you felt so different, as if you had been numb but now you could feel again.

A yawn cut your next sentence making Suguru chuckle “come on sleepy head, you and I are both whipped” you complied with a sleepy smile and walked down the hall.

Geto stopped in front of your room and gave you one of his characteristic big bear hugs. He was so tall and muscular, you felt surrounded by warmth and muscles everywhere. The fresh and crisp scent of his citrus cologne and detergent made your stomach do a little flip. The intimacy and trust you felt with him reminded you that you were not alone.

It had been easy to bury yourself physically and emotionally in your work but now that Suguru was with you, it reminded you that despite of how tough things got, you would always count on him.

Reluctantly you both pulled back, his Adam’s apple at eye level with you made you swallow. When you looked back into his eyes you found his trailing on your lips before they moved up to meet your e/c eyes.

There was a growing tension between the two of you, too strong and obvious to ignore.

Before, when you were with Satoru; Geto and you had ignored it but now there was nothing stopping either of you from acknowledging it. Sooner than anticipated your lips connected in a tender kiss. He was soft and kind, not demanding. He just wanted to comfort you but also let you know he wanted you, all in his sweet particular way.

You returned the kiss. It was inviting like a balm, it didn’t mean to mark and conquer but to soothe. His plump lips still tasted of wine. It made your mouth avid to taste more.

When you pulled away a blush covered your cheeks “good night Kitten” Suguru tells you with his deep baritone making a very pleasant tingling sensation run down your spine “good night Sugu” only then Geto leaves to go to his room across from yours.

The door closes behind you, all you can hear is your heart hammering away from within, you actually….enjoyed that kiss. It was so sweet, so tender… so soothing. Everything that Suguru was to you was poured in that single action. Touching your lips you start debating whether this was something good or something you should wait before pursuing.

Satoru didn’t sign your divorce, technically you were still married. Suguru didn’t deserve a half assed relationship with someone who doesn’t have her shit together.

You were still healing it was true, but… when Suguru kissed you, it made you feel safe…. Like you could let go and trust him.

Feeling guilty about it, you compared it to Satoru’s kiss from last night. It was impossible to deny there was still passion between you your husband and yourself. But then again physical intimacy was never the problem in your former relationship.

The thrill of the danger, of knowing nothing good would come out of it and despite it all your stubborn desire to immerse yourself in the ocean that was Gojo Satoru. Was what terrified you.

No… you couldn’t think about him that way. Not anymore.

With a sigh you decided it was time for bed. You turned around to head to the bathroom but your body connected with something hard and warm. Looking up you saw Satoru’s crystal blue eyes but before you could scream he covered your mouth with one hand while wrapping the other one around your waist. “Oh no no no no my love… none of that, we are not going to alert sweet Suguru about me, princess” the smirk that pulled at his lips made you shiver, it was predatory… maniac even.

Before your senses could register the change in the atmosphere you were warped away with Satoru. You screamed, but it was too late, you were not in your home anymore.

The lavish interiors of an elegant dim lit suite received you “what the fuck are you doing!?” You asked when he let you go, taking a step back breathing heavily “are you insane!?” You asked the white haired sorcerer who in answer only moved closer to you. The more you tried to get away the closer he got, until you were trapped between the wall and his towering 6’4 frame.

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“Now princess…. Just what were you and Suguru doing?hmm?” He asked with a terrifying grin that poorly attempted to disguise his anger. Moving his hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Nothing of your concern!” You answered glaring at him, had he been spying on you? You tried to drop your body against the wall to escape from him but before you moved further than an inch down Satoru completely crushed your body with his “I am not done talking to you yet… my wife” he remarked making you ball your hands in fists. It annoyed and revolted you how he tried to use your ‘unfortunate’ marital status for leverage “I am your wife only on the paper… I don’t care what you think or say!” Satoru didn’t like your answer but his grin only broadened; grabbing your wrists and placing them on top of your head he held them with one of his large hands of dexterous fingers “you are right….” He started, giving you false hope “maybe it is time I remind you of your marital duties” your eyes opened wide but before you could attempt anything he kissed you. Fierce lips and teeth demanded your submission… this wasn’t a tender request… it was a display of dominance and possession.

You bit his lip trying to make him stop but Satoru took that as an invitation to grow bolder. His hand moved to your ‘V’ cut long sleeve top and ripped it right in the middle making you gasp; giving him the perfect opportunity to plunge his tongue in your mouth and intensify the kiss tenfold.

His free hand moved to your left breast squeezing the globe of warm flesh underneath. Groaning against your lips on approval, Satoru moved both his hands to your hips and using his inhuman strength he carried you across the room faster than you could tell and then threw you on the bed.

“Satoru… don’t do this! Are you mad?!” You asked in a trembling tone while scooting backwards on the bed in a miserable attempt at escaping him.

“Yes! I am! As a matter of fact… you are a good part of the reason why I am insane!” Grabbing one of your ankles he pulled you closer to him. Spreading your legs he laid on top of your body, giving you no chance to escape “SATORU STOP PLEASE!” You screamed but Satoru only focused on destroying the fabric of your jeans. He wanted all the obstacles between you to be gone! He wanted your clothes, your pain and Geto to be gone! So he could have you all to himself.

You tried to kick him but when you are struggling with the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of his generation there was absolutely nothing your body could accomplish without his approval.

A part of yourself hated the fact that you were just as revolted as aroused at the moment. Was that combination even possible? On one hand you felt dirty because your husband was trying to force himself on you out of jealousy…. But on the other part… the dark and twisted one… you were aroused by his display of pure male dominance, by his suffocating desire to have you and only you.

It was hard to fight so many years of habit, of fantastic chemistry… of love.

You would have to be blind or stupid not to see that your husband had been obsessing over you since you left but….

What good could come out of it?

If you both gave into your primal desires and fucked each other’s brains out. Would that change anything about your broken and unhealthy marriage?

His hot mouth moved to your neck to nibble and suck on that spot right bellow your earlobe that he loved to abuse. A big bruising mark was left in place, but he wasn’t content with just that. He wanted to leave the brand of his desire painted on your skin, like a beacon for him and a warning for others.

As the minutes went by his attentions became less frantic, instead they turned more purposeful and tender.

You stopped moving altogether, not fighting him nor corresponding his affections and careful treatment of your body.

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Satoru pulled back for a moment to see you…. Only then it hit him like a train.

What the fuck was he doing? He looked at you and saw the tear trails that dried on your cheeks. Your top ripped in half displaying the soft skin of your breasts only covered by a bra.

“Y/N…” he whispered looking into your eyes. He caressed your cheek “I’m sorry… love” he mumbled trembling. “I’m so sorry…” a sob broke through his lips.

Did he…..? Did he…. almost forced you to have sex with him? How far had he gone in his endeavor to get you back by any means necessary? The notion that he almost…. Raped his wife made him sick.

He cried like a child. Wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face against your naked stomach; kneeling on the floor before the bed he crumbled to pieces. Repeating ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again. He was horrified with himself; he had done many questionable things in his life but this… took the cake. It made him a piece of shit! He didn’t deserve you! You were too good for someone as tainted as him. The dread that revelation brought made him cry harder.

He realized his obsession had been a result of the fear he was unwilling to admit having. The terror that made his insides coil. The absolute horror of losing yet another person he loved.

The fear of loosing you.

He had always been alone since he was a child. Satoru didn’t share much of his past with you but the few things you knew was that he had become an orphan at a very young age. He had to mature rapidly to overcome the obstacles of being a kid with so much power in the middle of a corrupt and outdated world of magic and intrigue.

Gojo always felt lonely, despite of how much he liked to mess around with people and play pranks on everyone. But you… had been one of the very few who got to see through his perfectly built facade and tell him the truth.

The night he told you he loved you was after you decided to stay with him in his apartment. He didn’t say or do anything particularly obvious but you somehow knew he didn’t want to be alone. He kept trying to fill the space with playful banter but you shut him up by hugging him and holding him tightly saying he didn’t have to explain anything all. That you would always be there for him, no matter what. It had been on the anniversary of the death of his parents.

Somehow, your empathetic and loving nature blindly guided you to stay with him and allow THE Gojo Satoru to be just…. human in your arms.

As much as you wanted to hate him and resent him, seeing him in such a vulnerable state made your heart ache for him. Unable to stop yourself you caressed his platinum locks while he held onto you and cried begging for your forgiveness over and over again.

When Satoru calmed down he removed his head from your lap slowly, you have been crying along with him. Your fates leaded you both exactly where you were at. Every decision and mistake carved this painful path you walked now.

Looking into your eyes he moved closer as if he was afraid to scare you away, his face stopped just an inch away from yours, giving you the chance to reject his advances but instead of doing that you closed the distance that separated you both. You lips met and melted together in a desperate kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, making him moan recognizing the intimate and passionate gesture he had missed for so long. He laid you back down again, climbing on top of you. His hands moving down to your waist in an attempt to feel you as close as possible, as if you were going to disappear in any moment.

Your legs wrapped around his waist when your tongues laced together and caressed each other; moans and sighs left your lips, filling Satoru’s ears and making his hands wander over the expanse of exposed skin.

Making him stand before you and between your legs his long sleeved black shirt was removed quickly, your admired his perfectly sculpted pale torso, this man has always been so… perfect; as if the gods themselves had decided to carve every inch of his person. Although, he did look skinnier, you knew he had not been really taking care of himself. The sight send a pang of pain to your heart. “Toru….” A little painful whisper abandoned your lips when you pulled him closer. Your mouth left a small path of kisses from his neck to the center of his chest, he gasped at the sweet and soothing action. Once more, your tenderness reminded him that he did not deserve you and yet he couldn’t come to make himself stop you. He needed you more than air to live.

Avid hands moved south of his stomach to undo his jeans and pull them down; a very vague part of your brain registered that you were now willingly doing this. Should you stop? Next to go were his boxers. He was standing naked in front of you.

His hardened cock stood between his legs with a small dribble of precum rolling down the reddened head.

He was an Adonis.

Looking into his eyes you saw the loving gaze laced with guilt in his cerulean orbs. You couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to.

He then helped you lay down to return the favor. His mouth kissed its way to the center of your breasts while his right hand undid your bra behind. Taking off the remains of your destroyed top along with your bra, next were the flimsy black lace panties that he rolled down your legs until you were fully naked before his eyes.

He was left speechless “you are so beautiful…” a goddess laid naked on his bed, with her inviting lips, glorious s/c skin, a halo of darker h/c hair around your head, perfect breasts and a pair of delectably shaped legs that he wanted wrapped around him.

How did he ever dare cheat on you? Not only your body was beautiful to him but your heart, you knew no boundaries when it came down to loving someone. You had given him everything and then some.

Kneeling before you he grabbed one of your legs and left kisses from the calf to the inner thigh. Placing it carefully over his shoulder he stopped for a moment to look in your eyes before his mouth delved between your thighs. He found your sweet pussy already wet and waiting for him to lavish his attentions. Like a starved man he licked your pussy, consuming everything you had to offer him. Your flavor coating his tongue made his stomach tight in delight, he recognized the addictive sweetness of your scent. Parting your lips with his tongue he penetrated your entrance with his tongue, going straight to the source. You screamed and he had to hold your hips so you wouldn’t pull away. He couldn’t let you go! Not now! Not ever!

Once he was satisfied he replaced his tongue with his fingers, pumping two digits in and out of your soaking entrance. His tongue looked for your clit and swirled around it, sucking at times and flicking at others. His reward were your screams, moans and sighs of pleasure. They were only for him and no one else.

“T… Toru… I’m gonna come”

“Come for me princess, give me all of you my love” Satoru asked quickly before his mouth returned to your slit and his thumb took care of the bundle of nerves at the top.

You screamed, arching your back when your orgasm washed over your body and completely overwhelmed your senses. Taking his time to taste and swallow your juices Satoru finally emerged from between your legs. Your eyes darkened with a desired that matched his.

Your arms inviting him to come closer encouraged him to lay on top of you after wiping his chin with his hands. Long legs surrounded his waist while you looked in each other’s eyes. “I love you…” he said at the same time he slid his cock inside you, slowly until he was fully sheathed and his balls slapped your ass, making you scream his name.

Satoru was not a small man by any means, taking all of his impressive length at once would have been impossible had he not prepared you beforehand. He knew it, so he moved slowly at the beginning, allowing you some time to adjust while he whispered sweet nothings on your ear.

The moment your legs pulled him closer and deeper he knew you were ready. Without a word he rocked his hips, retracting all the way until only the tip was left inside before he went all the way back in making you body jolt.

The rhythm was slow and purposeful at the beginning but as the minutes went by, the both of you became hungrier, more demanding, more… needy. Your hips met his thrust by thrust. The slapping of your skins intensified as did the moans.

Your tight and hot walls squeezed his cock so deliciously the man was having a tough time not behaving like an animal and rutting you through the mattress like a beast in heat. He wanted to show you he loved you.

He held both your hands in his, pushing them against the bed at both sides of your head. Looking into your eyes he moved deeper “I love you…” he said again and you couldn’t help but feel how the tears escaped your eyes “I love you too…” you admitted in a tiny voice that could barely be considered a whisper.

Satoru eliminated the distance between you both and kissed you, pouring his heart in that action. Your climax was close, he knew this so he angled his hips to continue pummeling your sweet spot while he drove you over the edge.

You came around his thick cock, your walls tightening around his member as if they never wanted go let go “I’m gonna come princess” he moaned and then with a few hard thrusts he spilled himself inside you, painting your walls with his cum.

Your worn out, sweaty bodies stayed still. Trying to recover. Satoru refused to remove himself from inside you.. Not yet, he wanted to savor this moment, the intimacy and the love he felt.

You didn’t protest, instead you did what you used to do back when you both were still together. Cradling his head between your breasts you stroked his hair, lulling you both to sleep.

Your last coherent though before sleep claimed you being… That once again… you fell for it.

Guilt settled in.

————-> Chapter 11

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