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ki-yomii · 9 months

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phases of a daydream | myg

➥ pairing | min yoongi x f!reader

➥ word count | 2.8k

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, oral (f receiving), squirting, soft dom!yoongi, pet names, mild degradation kink, mild praise kink, begging, teasing, implied established relationship, brief threesome fantasy feat JK

➥ summary | you get up early to surprise yoongi with breakfast in bed, only he ends up surprising you instead.

➥ notes | this man has made my oral fixation 10x worse. for all the sleepy girlies out there 🫡

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The early Sunday morning sun hovers low on the horizon, its golden light peeking through gaps between downtown Seoul’s high risers.

The cacophony of city life sounds muted, far away, foggy with sleep. Slow to rise as vibrant brushstrokes of color chase away the velvet nighttime sky.

Some of the only ones awake are food stand owners with tteokbokki and eomuk in hand, Hongdae club go-ers, and you, apparently. It’s peaceful - certainly different from your usual routine.

But it’s also an experience you don’t see yourself repeating soon.

As nice as watching the sunrise is, you’d rather be dead than awake at this hour, especially on a weekend. You’ll never understand how some people like getting up while the world’s still cold and dark.

It’s criminal.

Couldn’t be me, you think while swirling oil around the pan, and ignoring the fact you did that just this morning.

It’s a minor miracle when you’re fully awake before 11 AM, and that’s after you guzzle down so much caffeine you vibrate in place.

Woe to whoever expects more than dispassionate glares and unintelligible grunts as you migrate from the bed to the couch.

What can you say, you’re not a morning girlie: you hate the half-drunk awareness, the sour taste clinging to the back of your tongue, the sticky sweat, and how overwhelmingly bright everything is.

Instead, you’d much rather nestle into bed, groggy and warm.

So Min Yoongi better count his blessings because he’s the only reason you’re in the kitchen at 7 AM, wearing nothing but a shirt that barely covers your ass while trying - and failing - to flip nurungji.

Quiet Spotify tunes and Min Holly’s rumbling snores are the only background noise amid your bitten off curses.

Before you met him, you used to make fun of girls so far gone for a guy they lost touch with reality. And now, you’re one of them, fighting for your life in the trenches.

He’s got you so whipped, it should be illegal.

Furthermore, it’s downright unfair how endearing you find it. It should infuriate you. Instead, you’re kitten soft.

And Yoongi knows how to use it to his advantage - knows it’s that stupid smirk paired with a face that makes smart girls dumb.

It never fails to win you over; the pretty eyes, the plush lips, the sharp jawline - you’re an absolute goner. If only smug didn’t look so good on him…

Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?

The only thing that somewhat mollifies your bruised pride is the fact that should everything go to plan, your less than innocent intentions will come to fruition.

After all, your stolen shirt leaves so little to the imagination, you needn’t have bothered. And when Yoongi sees you practically naked, with breakfast in bed?

Fire meets gasoline.

While he might never say it outright, there’s no denying the way Yoongi’s eyes go soft and hungry whenever he catches you prancing around in his shirt.

He swears he’s going to throw it out, threadbare and worn, yet there it sits. Waiting in the back of his closet for the next time you stay over.

But that’s how it’s always been; a game of cat and mouse. You tease, he reacts - a constant push and pull, flirting with the boundaries of his restraint.

Though admittedly, you’ve never been this brazen before; ass out and nipples hard.

Although it’s not like he lives with the rest of the members anymore, so why not up the ante?

Even if imagining someone walking in on you (no matter how improbable) gets your blood pumping, and your pussy aching.

No one has to know about the dirty little fantasy you indulge in more often than you care to admit.

No one has to know how wet you get at the thought of getting caught bent over, stuffed full of Yoongi’s cock and unable to do anything but moan as he makes you take it.

Certainly, he’d play along.

The smooth thrust of his hips wouldn’t falter, wouldn’t stop. He’d fuck sweet whines out of you, make you cum so hard you gush.

Would keep you pinned in place with his hands, and tease you about how much you liked getting wrecked in front of his friend like a perfect little bitch.

Especially if it was Jungkook.

Yoongi thinks it’s cute how frazzled you get around the maknae; a silly, schoolgirl crush. In fact, he’d probably use it to his advantage. After all, he loves to taunt, tease.

Oh, he definitely would, you think, biting your lip as your stomach clenches and your thighs twitch.

His fingers would dig into your jaw, force you to look if you tried to hide; make you stare deep into those wide Bambi eyes with his chin hooked over your shoulder and his voice rough in your ear.

Grinding his cock head over your g-spot with every flex of his hips as your pussy tries to milk him dry, “You just gonna stand there, huh? C’mere, let’s have some fun. She doesn’t mind.”

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"Ow, shit," you hiss, jerking back from the stove as angry heat blooms through your fingertips, "fuck, that hurts!"

Dropping the spatula, you scramble to the sink and run cold water over your hand while glaring at the sizzling pan. It might have been your fault for getting distracted, but rude.

Even if the pain helps calm down some of your raging hormones.

Okay, down girl, you think, chill out.

So despite your fingers feeling tight and swollen like a bad sunburn, and as hot a fantasy as that is, you take your sign from the universe and recollect yourself.

For now, you need to focus on the task at hand which comes at the expense of no more daydreaming.

Resolutely ignoring the sticky cling of your inner thighs, you slip the spatula under the rice patty and quickly flip it over.

It sizzles as it drops back into the pan, little splashes of oil kicking up.

Thankfully, the bottom isn’t too badly scorched. A little darker than you’d like but beggars can’t be choosers when they burn themselves because they’re too distracted by the thought of dick.

Giving the other side a few minutes to crisp up, you frown down at the forming blister. You poke it with a wince.

It’s not too big, and the sting isn’t terrible. You were able to sap the heat from the wound quick enough.

Honestly, what hurts worse is your pride - a total rookie move.

When its ready, you dump it onto a plate without ceremony before turning to grab the sugar. Only to gasp as you run into a solid chest instead of open air.

Forearms snake around your waist as Yoongi tugs you into the curve of his body. Pressed together from chest to hip, he feels the hitch of your breath when his thigh wedges itself between yours.

“Oh, y-you’re up!”

Fingertips flirt with the hem of your (his) shirt, inching higher to caress the slope of your rib cage. Goosebumps break out across your skin, your nipples pulling taut as a shiver judders down your spine.

Low-slung sweats cling to Yoongi’s trim hips, his erection tenting the cotton.

“Mm, morning,” he says, the greeting slurred out in a voice raspy with sleep. “Smells good.”

You swallow. “Good morning, baby.” You lean forward, and kiss the tip of his nose. “How’d you sleep?” Your hand scrapes over the nape of his neck, playing with the soft baby hairs.

It wasn’t until sometime after 3 AM that he’d wiggled into bed, most of the night spent in front of his MIDI, fiddling with chords and arrangements.

He rests his chin on the top of your head with a sigh, his breath ruffling the hair of your crown, “Hnng, slept alright.”

Arms tighten around you in a light squeeze while cheeky fingers inch up your torso to trace along the underside of your breast.

“Had the best dream though.”

Your breath catches in your chest, your heart stuttering against your ribs when he grinds forward, languid and loose. Your gut clenches hotly in interest as his cock rests heavy against your hip.

A temptation, a promise of what’s to come. Your palms sneak around his sides, resting on sleep-warm skin.

When you speak, its more of a breathless whisper than actual words, “Yeah, I can see that.”

“C’mon, baby, don’t you want to help me out?” Yoongi hums, peppering kisses along the length of your neck. A rough thumb drags over the peak of your nipple. “Promise it’ll be good for you.”

“Yoongi!”

“Fuck,” a kneecap grinds up against your tender pussy, spreading your slick, swollen folds open, “can feel you through my pants. Let me, I know you want to.”

Your hips stutter, and you swallow your whine. “I do…”

Pleasure sings in your blood as you soak the fabric covering his thigh, a needy desperation rearing its head from deep within.

Flames lick along your skin, liquid fire pooling low behind your navel like a shot of whiskey.

“But,” you long for the bite of his teeth, the snap of his hips, the roughness of his grip, “I just finished making breakfast.”

Pouting, you stare up at him.

A tender expression softens the lines of his face. But the desire simmering beneath the gentle veneer remains, rough and rude.

There’s a raging tempest in his gaze, twin rings of rich coffee consumed by the black holes of his pupils.

Utterly ravenous, greedy as he traces your features.

It’s a look that’ll leave you weak-kneed and pumped full of cum.

“I know, and I appreciate the effort.”

He’s earnest, aflame with craven desire even as he presses a tender kiss to the side of your face.

“But I’d rather eat you out. You’ll let me, won’t you, pretty girl?”

You nearly choke on your tongue, and say, “Well, how am I supposed to say no to a face like that?”

You’ve barely got the words out before you find yourself flat on your back, the unyielding marble of Yoongi’s counter top cold against your heated skin.

Calloused palms pry your thighs apart, grip so firm it dimples the fat as Yoongi holds you open and exposed.

He runs his nose along your sensitive inner thigh, his lips warm and ready as his breath pants over your soaked core.

When your clit throbs, he groans low and wrecked, “Just look at this pretty pussy.”

Almost reverently, he strokes his thumbs over the length of your folds, dips his fingers into your entrance to spread the gathering slick.

Whimpering, your head smacks back against the granite and your hips jerk up towards his face

“Can’t wait til I get my mouth on you.”

“Shit, Yoongi, you can’t - you can’t just say stuff like that.”

He flicks your clit, relishing in how your whole body jumps as he demands, “Why not?”

“B-Because you just can’t, okay?” Your heart feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest. There’s no doubt, he’s going to be the death of you one day. “It’s not-”

Fair.

“I think you don’t want me talking like that because you like it. Don’t you, baby?”

“I-”

The words turn to ash on your tongue. A loud, sloppy lick up the length of your slit shuts you up while a harsh suck to your swollen clit makes you whine. Your back bows hard, your hands flying down to sink into the dark mane of his hair.

“Ohh g- ah!”

“That’s it,” Yoongi smacks his lips, humming low in his throat, “Let me hear you.”

Forearms anchor themselves over your thighs. Using his body weight to keep you pinned, he tugs you close and strokes his fingers over your sticky folds, humming in approval at the obscene squelch.

Slick oozes out of you with every talented caress, dripping down your ass to puddle on the countertop.

“Always get so wet for me, don’t you?” Yoongi buries his smirk in the crease of your thigh, his tongue darting out to tease the very edge of your cunt. “You’re such a messy little slut, just how I like it.”

Before you can properly respond, he’s spreading you open and bowing his head. You squirm as his plush lips glide over the top of your mound, butterfly kisses tracing the beginning of your needy slit.

His bangs brush the soft underside of your belly. “Ready?”

He doesn’t wait before diving in, sucking the hard nub of your clit into his mouth. Stars burst behind your clenched eyelids. Soft, warm suction sends pleasure ricocheting through your limbs, your stomach caving in with every tender pulse of his mouth.

Your mouth drops open on a silent gasp

“That’s so - fuck,” you pant, hand scrambling for something to hold onto, hips jerking beneath his firm grip. “Yoongi!”

The wild movements nearly dislodge him, and he grunts in displeasure before readjusting to keep you better pinned.

His tongue retreats from your clit, and he sets his teeth against your pussy in warning, a gentle bite that doesn’t break skin but carries the slightest sting.

“‘m sorry, please - haahhh - please don’t stop,” you slur, fingers digging into his scalp. “I’ll be good, just please don’t stop, I can’t-”

He grunts at the rake of your nails, tongue lashes out in retaliation. He dips the tip into the tight clench of your entrance, teasing your sensitive walls.

Meanwhile, his nose grinds against your clit. The sensation’s almost too much, your body alight like a live-wire. You feel like you’re about to rocket off of the countertop, one of your hands de-tangling from his hair to yank at your own.

“S’too much - s’too good. Please, baby, I can’t!”

Yoongi ignores your cries, knows you’d sooner stab him with a knife if he stopped.

Anyway, you can take it.

You’re his good girl, after all.

You both like it wet and messy; love when the honey of your cunt soaks his face, sticks to his lips and drips from his chin.

All you can do is cry out, your chest pointed towards the ceiling as his tongue fucks deep, never stops chasing every drop of pleasure. Your toes curl from the alteration between flat, firm licks and gentle sucks.

Sweat gathers in your hairline, behind your knees as a heady rush sends you spinning, mind a haze of sensation.

You can’t stop rolling your hips, chasing after his talented mouth. In no time at all, Yoongi’s going to have you violently, explosively cumming on his tongue - just like he always does.

“Give it to me,” he growls, “Wanna feel this pretty pussy gush.”

You moan,” Yoongi, I’m - please, don’t stop. R-Right there!”

Your thighs clench around his head, biting down on your lip to hold in the scream threatening to break free.

“Fuck, please, ‘m almost there.”

Your pathetic cries spur him on.

With renewed enthusiasm, Yoongi twirls his tongue across the top of your slit, the tip playing with the hood of your clit. You clench down hard. It’s almost too much, like he’s reached deep inside and plucked at your nerves.

Then, the leaden ball of heat behind your navel contracts. Expands into a blazing inferno that threatens to swallow you whole, spreading out along your limbs like bolts of lightening until you shake.

“That’s it, come on,” Yoongi says, coaxing every ounce of pleasure he can. “I’ve got you, pretty girl. Now, cum for me.”

All it takes is one last talented pulse of his tongue. Your orgasm rips through you with a loud, keening cry. Your back arches so high your spine feels like it’s about to snap, and slick gushes from you in a warm flood.

The ball of heat snaps, races down through your body from the crown of your head to your toes. Your thighs tremble from where they’re clenched around Yoongi’s head, soaked. Your heart slams against your ribs.

“F-Fuck…”

Collapsing against the cool stone, and panting hard, you push away stray hairs sticking to your face.

Glancing down the length of your twitching body, you see Yoongi still kneeling between your splayed thighs.

The lower half of his face is soaked with cum and drool. His sweatpants were kicked off at some point, you’re not sure when but it doesn’t really matter when his cock throbs against his belly, hard and wanting as the tip weeps pre-cum.

But it’s his eyes that really do you in; hot, hungry, and awe-filled.

“Can’t believe I’ve never made you squirt before.”

Those sinful lips part, red and swollen as his tongue swipes out to gather any leftover slick clinging to his mouth. A rough moan rumbles from his throat.

“Think you can do it again for me, baby?”

A weak laugh escapes you, and you think - not for the first time - that Min Yoongi is going to be the reason you die.

#yoongi #min yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #yoongi fanfic #bts fanfic

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soapyghostie · 25 days

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Hey! Absolutely random request, but imagine reader being a tired person that out of wounds and stress they just fall asleep when they're being carried, about to go on a hook. How would the dbd killers(any, really) react?

Like, imagine. Being carried, without anything under legs can already make someone sleepy if they don't have adrenaline pumped through their veins. Plus, i know that having wounds(aka blood loss) can make people very tired.

Since this request it a little vague, I decided to get a little creative with it and wrote some angst because I’m a sucker for angst with dad slashers (except Frank is your big brother in this request). 😭 Hope you enjoy!

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Danny would be confused at first, bloodlust still kicking through his veins even after killing all our teammates as he carries you, his injured daughter, to the hook (Sorry (Y/N), he’s just doing his job. No hard feelings). He’ll pause for a moment, trying to process the fact that you feel asleep on his shoulder.

As he realizes that you fell asleep due to exhaustion and stress from your wounds, Danny’s demeanor would soften and his parental instincts within him kicks in. He’ll gently adjust you in his arms from being thrown over his shoulder to being carried bridal style, ensuring that you’re comfortable even as he still proceeds to hook you.

Seeing you in such a vulnerable state would stir up a lot of internal conflict in Danny. He’s torn between his role as a merciless killer and his love for you as his daughter as he hesitates to sacrifice you to the Entity. Danny’s had a lot of bad performances in trials lately and he really needs the 4K. However, to get the 4K he needs to sacrifice you. Of course it has to be you: the Entity is so cruel.

As to not get punished by the Entity, sadly, Danny will throw you onto the hook. Danny would feel a pang of remorse and sadness. He knows that he’s the cause of your pain and exhaustion, and seeing you in such a vulnerable state serves as a painful reminder of the life he’s subjected you to. He silently reflects on his actions and their consequences. He’ll gaze at your sleeping form dangling from the hook, grappling with the complexities of his emotions and the choices he made.

Despite his conflicted emotions, Danny remains committed to his role in the Entity’s twisted game. However, Danny’s determination to protect you remains unwavering. He’ll play the Entity’s game and continue this dark path as a killer if it means to ensure your safety as he doesn’t want you to be harmed as a result of his shortcomings…

The Legion/Frank Morrison

Frank would be initially shocked and panicked to see you, his younger sister, in such a vulnerable state. Despite his tough ‘bad boy’ exterior, he deeply cares about you and seeing you hurt triggers his protective instincts.

The sight of you falling asleep from exhaustion and stress while carrying you to the hook fills Frank with anger and frustration. He’ll curse under his breath, feeling powerless to protect you and frustrated with the situation at hand. First off, your god damn heavy after going unconscious and, secondly, he has no choice but to hook you due to the amount of failed trials he’s had lately to try and please the Entity.

Despite his anger, Frank, also like Danny, would feel a sense of inner conflict. On one hand, he wants to lash out at the Entity for throwing her into a trial with him, but on the other hand, he knows he has to get the 4K by hooking you so you end up safe and sound at the survivor camp instead of the agony the Entity threatened to put you through if he didn’t start stepping it up in trials. You’re the reason he has the strength to keep going in this awful, twisted game of cat and mouse.

Frank would grapple with the feeling of guilt and responsibility for your condition. As your older brother, he feels entitled to preventing you from getting hurt in the first place and blames himself for everything that has happened to you. Despite his conflicting emotions, he would carefully and gently place you on the hook, making sure you're as comfortable as possible given the circumstances. As he watches you sleep on the hook, Frank would have a quiet moment of reflection. He reminisces about y’all’s childhood together and vows silently to himself to do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Seeing you vulnerable would only fuel Frank’s determination to perform better in trials. He would be even more relentless in his pursuit of survivors, driven by the desire to protect you from the Entity’s hungry claws.

The Shape/Michael Myers

Michael would pause, a flicker of confusion crossing his expressionless face. The sight of you, his daughter, falling asleep despite the dire circumstances briefly disrupts his usual relentless pursuit to satisfy his murderous desires.

Deep within his obscured psyche, a conflict brews. While Michael is driven by an insatiable urge to kill, his parental instincts stir, conflicting with his murderous impulses. This momentary hesitation leads to a brief internal struggle, the likes of which observers of Michael would never perceive.

Despite the task at hand and the chaos of the trial, Michael momentarily freezes, holding your unconscious body with an eerie stillness. His iconic breathing momentarily ceases, as if he too, like Danny and Frank, were contemplating the peculiar situation.

In a rare display of tenderness, Michael gingerly adjusts your position, ensuring that you're comfortable even as he prepares to hook you. His movements would be precise, almost caring, as if he’s trying to shield you from further harm, even in your unconscious state. As he gazes upon your sleeping form, fragments of memories flicker through Michael’s mind. Images of you as a child, innocent and untouched by the darkness that now envelopes you both, momentarily soften his gaze, perhaps even cause a subtle twitch at the corners of his mouth – a long-forgotten smile. You are his world.

Ultimately, the weight of his desire to kill and the futility of his attempts to connect with you wash over Michael. With a heavy heart hidden beneath his iconic mask, he proceeds with the task at hand – sacrificing you to the Entity. With a solemn determination, Michael carries you to the hook, his obsession with killing eclipsing any semblance of any paternal sentiment.

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corruptedconfessions · 3 years

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hi hi! i’m the anon who asked for the escaping shigaraki, dabi & aizawa. i’m not sure if i added this, but how would they react to their s/o escaping initially? what methods would they use to find them and how would they prevent their s/o from escaping again? (sorry for the bother fksbdksnkdns)

The initial ask I already answered is here! Id recommend reading it first for a better idea of how I headcannon things playing out

TW: Very brief vague rape mention, kidnapping, hints at public sex

Aizawa (canon):

Initially Aizawa doesnt fully register that you have escaped, he's use to you playing a game of cat and mouse with him every time he comes home. Ignoring his calls to you and forcing him to search for you and drag you out of whatever hiding spot you cram yourself into in order to force get some cuddle time with you. Honestly you probably get an extra 30 odd minutes to get even further away before he realizes your gone, maybe more if you cover up how you got out. He'll keep looking for you, dread building in his stomach as playful almost lazy calls turn more desperate, aggressive, frantic. He wont fully realize until he find the broken window latch, the one that was less locked down since he liked to come in through that window after patrol instead of bother with unlocking the 8+ locks on the front door.

From there he'll fully panic, something that is rare for him. Full out screaming your name, tearing the apartment apart searching for you, screaming curses and promises of punishment if you dont come out RIGHT NOW Once he gets out of the apartment to start chasing after you, though, he is almost deadly calm. He's incredibly good at this, half of his job is hunting down criminals and villains so he has it down to routine. He'll have you back in his arms in no time Aizawa (A/B/O):

Unlike Canon Aizawa Alpha Aizawa notices your absence much, much quicker. Only one quick check through the apartment and he can tell your scent is stale, faint enough that he knows you can't be anywhere in the apartment. It takes everything in him not to start shredding everything around him in a fit of instinctive panic. Terror and anxiety are pumping through him at the thought of you being out there alone without him! You could've already gotten hurt, or worse.

He'll burst out of the apartment instantly, running down the street as he frantically tries to find your scent and follow it through the muddled confusing mix of the streets and alleyways surrounding his apartment. He's aggressive, frantic, completely forgetting his hero training. People immediately get out of his way, desperate to avoid the near feral looking alpha hunting the streets, practically dripping pheromones everywhere. It takes him several moments to calm down, masking his scent once he realizes that he is scaring people off and bringing more attention to himself. He cools only slightly as he starts stalking, following his nose through the alleyways you took to escape him

He will get you back. And he'll kill anything or anyone that gets in his way.

Shigaraki (Canon and A/B/O):

Shigaraki's reaction is plain and simple, regardless of if he is an alpha or not. It is pure and utter destruction. The second he realizes that you are gone, that you have escaped, that he can have you right this very second like he wants to. Well, lets just say no one is safe from the rampage that follows him. The damage to the base they were in when he found out was unrepairable. Your escape is inevitably followed by a mountain of corpses, a temper tantrum by the man who calls himself your lover, your alpha. It takes the entirety of the league (and maybe a word in from his beloved master) to force him to wait to get you back, to be careful and cautious as immediately every tool at the disposable of the league is aimed towards finding you. He doesn't immediately go on the biggest murder spree he can in order to get your attention, in order to scare you back into his arms, but the number of civilian casualties jumps until your...safe return.

Alpha Shiggy however...absolutely nothing will stop his temper tantrum until his mate is back in his arms. He'll immediately storm himself to the busiest, most civilian dense place he can find and just starts...disintegrating people. He leaves the media alone, demanding they keep rolling as he kills person after person, refusing to let anyone escape, showing no mercy to any hero, woman, child...not until you come crawling back into his arms begging for mercy.

Dabi (canon):

When he first comes back to an empty apartment, your quivering crying form absent from where you usually were huddled on the dirty mattress on the floor his first reaction is pure amusement, a dark smirk crossing his face as he steps further into the apartment. "That sneaky little bitch"

From there he gets...excited. Things were getting boring having you shaking and crying all the time, barely throwing out week punches at him when he bent you over to take you. But this...this could be fun~

Already his mind swirls with ideas for how to draw it out as long as possible, how hes going to find you and make you regret ever trying to run from him. He wont drag you home, oh no, that would be too easy. He is going to break you

Dabi (A/B/O):

His reaction is quite simple...Pure and terrifying rage. That little apartment he was oh so nice to keep you in because you whined about the league scaring you? Burned to the ground in an instant. He'll scream, curse, frothing at the mouth as he burns everything to the ground, continuing long after there is nothing but burnt ashes surrounding him.

The second he can breathe again, once the red that blinded his vision fades he'll be off, leaving a burning line of destruction behind him as he hunts you down. You wont last long, he has the nose of a blood hound, able to follow your scent even through the smoke. Besides, you cant last very long if you can't breathe, now can you? You poor, poor little thing. He's played the nice guy so far but now he's ready to show you exactly who you belong to in front of everyone. Hell! Maybe he'll even make sure the media gets a nice close in zoom on you as he pins you down in the ash of burnt buildings and bites you right there. Chase out any thoughts of escaping or belonging to anyone else for good, yeah?

#yandere #Aizawa x reader #Dabi x reader #reader insert #Shigaraki x reader #yandere aizawa #yandere dabi #yandere shigaraki

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yandere-romanticaa · 3 years

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞/𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚.

Sweet smiles, long walks and picturesque sun sets become common place with Childe as soon as you meet him. Word in Liyue travels fast and once he heard the stories about the odd traveler he can’t help but to be at least a little bit interested. He’s quick on his feet, already making his way towards the newcomer with that cheeky but sly smile of his. Childe being Childe, his mind wanders and he ponders just how much of a fight this stranger can really put up. The curiosity is bubbling up inside of him, his hands already picking up his new comrade as he twirls them in the air, an odd spark glinting brightly in his ocean blue eyes. If only he knew what he just got himself into… the same could be said for his adorable little comrade as well.

He’s a pest right from the get-go and if he’s being called out for his behaviour, he’ll just laugh, put an arm around your shoulder, press you closer against him and smoothly change the subject. He doesn’t mind when his more suspicious behaviour gets called out, it just means that you catch on fast which he likes, at the start… or so he thinks. If there is anything that Childe despises in the world it would be people who are weak, people who are unwilling to fight. You don’t need to be a master swordsman or anything like that in order to impress him, just show him that you have some ambition and you’ll be golden. But, he wouldn’t like it too much if his darling didn’t trust him. He seeks to earn your trust right from the start and he hates keeping secrets which is very much ironic on his part. He loves it when you come running straight to him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you hold him tightly, telling him about the scary stalker you think you have. He rubs your back gently and coos at you, his voice soothing your anxieties while not knowing that the true culprit was standing right in front of you.

He always makes sure to present himself in the most incredible light he possibly can. You’ll never catch him sulking, he’s always ready for an adventure and he is always willing to pay for anything you want. It’s cute when you ask him how he can summon so much Mora but it still worries you. He buys you so many things, downright spoiling you like royalty that you actually start to feel guilty. How is this man not broke? It seems like you’ll never truly know, nor does he want to you to know.

It’s scary how many little things he notices about you. He studies you, his eyes always lingering on your form whether you realize that or not. He’s got eyes and ears everywhere, he always knows where you are. He often pushes his limits, scaring you on purpose just to see what kind of reaction you’d give him. Seeing the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight, your face losing some of its colour, fidgety arms searching for your house key in order to get away from the subtle danger that your gut keeps warning you about. There is no denying it, it gives him a new thrill he’s never felt before. He’s such a creep when it comes to these things, purposefully leaving little hints around your house that you are never quite alone, his shadow always tailing you no matter the time of day. He pushes his limits far too often but always steps back if he feels that his cover will be blown. He is a very patient man, he can play this little game of cat and mouse for as long as he sees fit.

If he promises you something, rest assured he will keep his word. Yes, he’s a pretty easygoing guy but he never goes back on his word, and he expects the same from you. Do not break your promises to him, please.

He’ll feel conflicted once he realizes just how much he cares for you. It’s amusing in a way, but also a little scary - the way his heart starts to pump the moment he sees you is something beyond this world, how his blood boils when he sees you talking to someone he deems to be unworthy of your time and attention (which is almost everyone you know…). It’s not something he can express through words, so he does what his heart tells him. Stay as close to you as possible, never let you leave his line of sight. To the outside world his clinginess may seem endearing, downright adorable even. Seeing two young lovebirds together is always a sight for sore eyes but alas it’s a pity that never sees the panic in your own. His grip is far too tight, his stare too intense to be considered normal, his lips always close to your ear. He’s touchy like that and he takes pride in it. He has no shame.

When it comes to kidnapping it will happen eventually, but when exactly is all up to you. If he senses that something’s off, that you fell for someone else or anything of the sort he will take you. Even if things are alright, even if you fell head over heels for him the urge to dominate your life is still very much there. He is just so confident in his own strength that he feels more on edge if he leaves you alone. Childe has more enemies then he could care to count for but if they ever found about his little soft spot there would be serious consequences. He urges you to just sit on his lap while he does his work, it makes things so much easier.

As a proud family man, Childe would understand your desire to stay in close contact with loved ones and he actually supports it. Of course, all of your movements will be heavily monitored and if he sees anything that he deems to be suspicious, even if it was just a false alarm, he is taking you back home and this specific privilege will be taken away from you. He’s not risking anything, and don’t even think about trying to pull some kind of stunt, especially if you are out in public. When you’re alone with him again, that is when you’ll expirience what true Hell feels like.

A true sadist through and through, he takes great pleasure in seeing you come undone by his own two hands. He can’t help himself even if his life was on the line, seeing you miserable is good entertainment. If he does cross the line though, he will go easy on you. This hot and colt treatment keeps you on edge, never quite sure when he will come running to you, peppering your face with kisses and giving you sugary sweet compliments or when he feels like using you as a human punching bag. That is arguably the scariest thing about him, how easily he can shift between that kind, older brother figure to the bloodthirsy warrior that so many fear, and rightfully so. He is two sides of the same coin and you are the one who gets to flip it - whether you want to or not.

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jeontaeil-archived · 3 years

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just for tonight //

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pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

genre: smut, fingering, unprotected sex

words: 992

warnings: 18+ content, read at your own discretion

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jaemin pushed you up against the wall, caging you between his arms. he was so done with all your games. it was time to get down to business. the fact that you were still pretending to be innocent made his blood boil.

"what are you doing jaemin? what if mark sees," you asked, a shameless smile plastered on your face? jaemin slammed the wall, making you jump. you didn't back down however. this whole game of cat and mouse excited you greatly.

"stop acting like you give a fuck about what he thinks. i'm pretty sure you're dying for him to see this." jaemin knew he was correct with his assumption. you bit your lip, only giving him further reason to believe so.

jaemin absolutely hated you. you were a terrible person who messed with people's feelings for fun. the second mark introduced you to him, jaemin was onto you. he knew what you were all about and was hell bent on showing mark your true colours. now that you and mark were over, you were after him. jaemin firmly believed that he wanted nothing to do with you. but he found you standing in the walls of his room, face mere centimetres away from yours. yes, you were a total piece of shit and a complete asshole, but you were also really fucking hot. for some reason, jaemin couldn't see past that last point.

he knew it was wrong. he couldn't do something like that to mark. but it was so hard for him to hold himself back. you knew what kind of effect you had on him. so you weren't making his plight any less difficult.

you ran a finger down his chest, stopping right above the waistband of his pants. he glared at you, grabbing your wrist to move it aside. "stop it and get the fuck out of here," he growled, making no effort to give you any space to leave. you chuckled and rolled your eyes. "how about you do what you want with me first. i'll consider leaving once you're done." jaemin closed his eyes, attempting to tame his anger. but it didn't work. how could it when he was keeping so much hidden underneath it? "do i look like i'm messing around? do i look like i won't fuck you?"

when the realisation of what he had said hit, jaemin's gaze softened a bit. he hadn't expected to actually say the last part. knowing that he had messed up, you tried your best to contain your smile.

"i don't know. you tell me," you jested, finding the situation extremely amusing. jaemin stared at your face, long and hard, seemingly contemplating something. "i'm all yours tonight if that's what you want," you whispered provocatively. jaemin let out a deep breath and crashed his lips onto yours without a second thought. you moaned into his mouth, loving how forceful he was being. he held your arms above your head, keeping you from touching him. "fucking hell, you drive me insane," he muttered, lifting you up against the wall. he let go of your arms so that you could hold onto his shoulders. you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him carry you to his bed. jaemin threw you on the bouncy mattress, tugging his shirt off. you marvelled at the sight of his toned body, wetness pooling in your panties as he moved to hover over you. jaemin reached between your legs to pull your panties down. he pushed your dress up to your waist and spread your legs. two of his fingers first, entered your mouth and then entered your walls. you moaned loudly as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you.

you cursed and called his name, mind reeling in the addicting sensation. "hmm, do you like that," jaemin asked, gaze subduing? you nodded, barely able to keep your eyes open. "of course you do," he mumbled, clearly not surprised.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you warned, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. jaemin pulled his fingers out of you almost instantaneously, bringing you to sit up. he pushed his pants down, hard member coming into view. you reached for it, wrapping your fingers around his length. "holy shit, you're big," you whimpered, pumping his cock avidly. jaemin groaned, pushing his hips into your palm.

"that's enough," he said, taking your hand away. he made you get on your hands and knees, rubbing his tip around your entrance before pushing into you. squeezing your eyes shut, you braced yourself. he stretched you out beautifully. you couldn't believe you'd been missing out on this. jaemin gripped your hip as he began fucking into you. he kneaded your skin between his fingers, settling on a quick pace.

fisting his sheets in your palms, moans poured out of your parted lips. he was going so hard and fast that your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "oh my god jaemin, shit, that feels so good," you managed to say, pushing your hips back to meet his.

a good while later, his nails started digging into your skin. you assumed he was close. his thrusts became uneven and his breathy moans got louder. you brought a hand to your clit, rubbing fast circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. it didn't take long for you to feel his cock twitch inside you. pulling out, jaemin flipped you on your back and brought his tip to your heat, rubbing it over your wet folds. you watched in amazement as his cum oozed out onto your pussy, the sight only making you feel dizzier than you had been before. he kept going until he had emptied himself of every last drop, concluding his orgasm by pushing his cock back inside you. "i hope you have the energy to keep going cause we're only just getting started," he said, before rutting his hips into you again.

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#jaemin smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #jaemin imagines #jaemin scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #jaemin x reader #nct x reader #nct jaemin #kpop smut #neosmutcollective

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067supremacy · 3 years

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Ok! This has been a loooong time coming, but I finally got round to finishing it. This may have some mistakes in it as my lazy ass didn't check through, lmao. Anyway! I hope you enjoy :)

Her Maiden - Alcina Dimitrescu

Tw: Smut, smut, and some more smut.

18+!!

The dark halls of the castle stretch for miles; the place was a maze, but you had it memorised like the back of your hand. A cool chill runs down your spine, causing you to shiver and rub at the exposed skin of your short-sleeved arm.

You hurry along the stone flooring; the click of your heels do little to mask your panic, but when it came to this family, you knew better than to keep them waiting. You can already hear the impatient call of your name from the leader herself. Fear strikes you as you wonder if today was the day you received a punishment.

The thick red liquid you carry is heavy. The sloshing drink was a request from Lady Dimitrescu, which you immediately tended to. However, there had been a delay when you accidentally collided with one of the daughters. Your life flashed before your eyes, but to your surprise, they were lenient with you. They even went as far as to allow you back on your way without as much as a threat, which you had witnessed many times for far less.

As you enter the master bedroom, the place of rest for Alcina Dimitrescu. She exhales the smoke she was holding in and stands from her colossal seat. Her face doesn't look impressed, and you weigh the options of getting punished or running there and then. But you had heard the stories of others who ran; it became a game, almost like cat and mouse. The girls would chase and hunt you down until they could squeeze out every last drop of your blood.

"My dear, you had me worried that you would never come back, " Alcina Says in her sultry voice, the same voice that could run a chill down your spine every day of the week. Alcina seems surprised to find you panting and sweating from the effort you put into making it back on time. Seeing you like this brings other kinds of thoughts to her head; she was thirsty, that's for sure, but it was no longer for the wine; she wanted you. And what Lady Dimitrescu wants, she damn well gets. Not that you wouldn't accept what happens just shortly after this encounter.

"You have been such a good maiden, recently. How about a reward for my favourite pet?" Alcina struts to your position, eyeing you from head to toe; she loves your shy behaviour, and under her lustful gaze, you certainly feel shy. She takes the wine from you and takes your hand in hers. She kisses your hand and leads you to her bed; that candlelit room provides a romantic atmosphere. Alcina's sweet perfume is just the right amount to keep it from being too overpowering.

"Do you want this, pet?" Lady D breathes out slowly and takes a step back to admire your beauty and give you the required space to say no if necessary. But no wasn't an option; you wanted this, you want Alcina.

You nod in response, but that isn't enough for Alcina. She prefers to hear this type of thing, almost as much as she will love to listen to your whimpers when they arrive. Alcina tuts her disappointment at you shaking her head playfully while she is at it. Her long slender fingers rest at her hips, but how you long for them to be wrapped around your neck or maybe touching you in a place so sacred, you can only dream of the sensation.

"Tell me what you want, pet, " lady Dimitrescu whispers as she pours some of the wine into her crystal glass with the Dimitrescu emblem glossed into the side.

The way she intimidates you is the most attractive part. A woman of class and with great style. Her choice of music was always a pleasant one. The different types of perfume she wears are always delightful on your nose. She is beautiful from head to toe, and there is a lot of her in between. You weigh up the options you have, but the one thing you can't do is leave her waiting. Your answers run through your mind like a marathon runner, but eventually, you land on one that is sure to please the lady of the castle.

"I- I want you." you nervously say; you begin to play with your fingers and divert your gaze in any direction that doesn't include Alcina. Your speech was low, Alcina heard what you said, but for the prospect of bothering the game at stake, Alcina asks you to repeat what you had said.

"I want you," you say again, this time with more force behind your voice. You still hesitate to look her way. Soon, that isn't an option as she places a gloved pointer finger under your chin and raises your head to look her dead in the eyes. The eyes that hold so much passion, but something else twinkles in the depths of her eyes, love.

She softly coos while lowering herself to become face to face with you. The position seems uncomfortable for her, but for you, it was pushed aside immediately without a second thought. You are confident that if someone walks in now, they will find this picture highly amusing, although you doubt their eyes would remain in their sockets should they say anything.

It's the softest pair of lips you can imagine that make contact with yours, a feather flowing through the gentle breeze of a dream location. You sink into a place of bliss; all your worries disappear at the touch of her cherry red lips on yours. At first, you stand stiff while trying to figure out what was happening, but you relax and begin to kiss back as eagerly as Lady Dimitrescu is.

Alcina swipes her tongue along your lip, she doesn't beg for anything, but this was as close as it got. She so badly wanted to taste you on her tongue, a particular taste could wait, but for now, the tip of her tongue drags along yours as they meet in a glorious kiss. You moan slightly at the sensation which is captured in Alcina's mouth; the two of you move in sync with one another; Alcina is gentle, something you appreciate immensely, given her reputation. You feel her hand glide up your leg agonisingly slow; you throb with need, and Alcina can sense this, but the game is all too amusing now. Her hand was entirely up your dress, and her fingers reached the hem of your underwear.

"I could smell you, now I can feel you." Lady Dimitrescu whispers against your lips as she runs her index and middle finger over the damp fabric of your underwear. She teasingly massages you; Alcina soaks up every little sound you make as this gives her the ultimate pleasure. She can feel your blood heating up deliciously, something she takes a strong liking to.

"m-miss, P-please." you whine into the crock of her neck where she holds your head.

Alcina retracts her fingers at your beg, taking her gloves off to show this is moving forward and holds her two digits in front of your face; she taps your lips, and you instantly know what she is asking for. You open your mouth and willingly let her two digits rest on your tongue. You encircle them in the heat of your mouth and lathe your tongue around them; when you make eye contact with Alcina, she almost breaks face and crumbles in front of you, but she wills through your seductive actions.

Eventually, she pulls her fingers from your mouth and sets about going to her actual destination. With your spit slicked on her fingers, she pulls your underwear down and finally places them at your entrance. Alcina pushes into your tight hole; the tall woman is careful; she treats you like a fragile vase, but seeing you in pleasure rather than pain, she moves slowly, letting you enjoy the drag of her fingers against your sensitive walls.

"Fuck, t-that feels s - so good." you whimper out as her thumb plays with your clit. Her head moves to place her mouth on your neck; you know how dangerous this situation is. She could bite into your neck at any time, but being overwhelmed with pleasure makes the worry subside before it even starts. Her tongue swipes up the centre of your neck, making you shiver; she makes your body feel electric.

"Don't be quiet; make me proud, pet." Alcina husks into your neck. The more time goes on, the harder she pumps her fingers; the soaked sound emitting from your downstairs region is enough to make Alcina growl; she loves the sound of getting you closer and closer to your high. You don't disappoint the lady. You let out various high pitched moans to tell her that the spot she was slamming into was just right. You feel a heat rising in your stomach, a bubbling feeling that builds like a pressure gauge. The higher it gets, the better you feel. Your legs begin to shake, and Alcina's name sprays from your lips uncontrollably. Just as you are about to tip over the edge, she pulls her fingers from your soaked pussy and chuckles to herself at your need to be fucked.

"Oh, honey. Not yet, I haven't even got to taste you yet."

Alcina brings out her steel claws; much to your surprise, for a split second, you worried about your life. However, she gently places the tip of her blade at the neckline of your dress and slowly slices down. She is cautious in this process, always making sure the dress is slightly lifted from your skin. She finishes her masterpiece; you lay there completely naked, sweaty and panting from the adventures, you spread your legs to give Alcina the best view, you see her lick her lips at the sight of your needy behaviour, how she loves this more than life itself.

With your dress cut in half and spread on either side of your body, you make the mistake of reaching your hand down to touch yourself. This wasn't well-received by the leader of the Dimitrescu bloodline. She quickly slaps your hand away and places a large hand around your throat. The look in her eyes had changed; this was a predator vs prey situation, and you knew your role in that. Her eyes were pitch black with lust but jealousy of the thought of anyone-including you- finishing you off. Your airwaves are trapped for moment, but Alcina knows what she is doing. It's just the right amount of pressure not to harm you but add the effect of danger. Retracting her claws, she gives your breast a harsh slap before soothing it out with her mouth. She sucks, licks, and nibbles, much to your pleasure. You throb with need; the wetness between your legs begins to drip down the curve of your ass.

Alcina takes pity on you, her needy little maiden. Still choking you slightly, she kisses down your perfect body until her warm breath is on your centre; she starts with a kiss, coating her lips in your juices; you chance to look down and catch a glimpse of her licking her lips.

"Mm, divine, my sweetheart." Alcina moans before licking your pussy with her enormous tongue. You fall into complete euphoria. Alcina is amazing; her tongue laps up your juice before entering your heat, the slurping sounds from down your body has your back rising as far as it would allow. Alcina places your legs over her shoulders to get the best angle for you and places both hands on your hips to steady you; from here, she shows no mercy. Fucking you like only she could, and God, does she fuck you. From quiet whimpers to loud screams, you put a smile on the cherry red lips of Alcina. Chants of her name echo around the room, and most likely the entire castle, it doesn't take much, but you are back on the edge you were hanging off of before.

You cry out what is to come, Alcina is far too aware of what is building inside you, but she wants you to let go. She sticks to her task, and before you know it, a burst of ecstasy shoots through your entire being; you shake like a leaf in the arms of the woman who took you in. Lady Dimitrescu builds her way up to your face, leaving kisses along the way. She pulls you into her chest and relaxes you completely. The last thing you hear before drifting into a deep sleep is, "I want to be the lady of this castle with you by my side."

#resident evil #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #gaming #imagine #smut #alcina dimitrescu #alcina x reader #countess alcina

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Remnant’s Top Ten Anime of 2020

2020 Was certainly a ride wasn’t it? To those that managed to make to make it through in one piece, or any piece, good job. Hopefully 2021 is better to us all.

Despite the world mostly being on fire, I’d hazard to say that a lot of good shows came out in 2020 (despite a number of them being delayed to either later in the year or this year altogether). I meant to release this list much earlier, but I kept changing it around.

Anyway, here are the ones I thought were the best.

Honorable Mentions:

Dorohedoro

Synopsis: The plot centers on a man named Caiman and his search for his real identity after a transformation by a sorcerer left him with a reptile's head and no memory of his former life.

Along with his friend Nikaido, he violently assaults sorcerers in the Hole, with the aim of taking their heads into his mouth, where a strange face will appear and confirm whether the sorcerer he has bitten onto was the one responsible for his transformation or not.

As the residents of the Hole, the En family and the Cross-Eyes gang, along with many others, collide with one another, the mystery of Caiman's identity begins to unravel, reigniting ancient grudges and threatening to forever change both the Hole and the sorcerers' world.

Thoughts: This is the only Netflix anime I watched this year (I missed out on Great Pretender before the year ended), and I can honestly say I had fun with this one. It’s animation was good, the story was engaging enough, and the characters were all unique (Noi best girl). The one problem I would say with the show is that it can come off as unfocused at times, meandering from one plaot point to another with no real connective tissue.

Still a fun series though.

ID: Invaded

Synopsis: The anime follows the investigations of Narihisago, a renowned detective now in prison, who is tasked with diving into the id wells of various serial killers.

Two years prior to the current events, Narihisago's daughter Muku was brutally murdered by a serial killer, leading Narihisago's wife to commit suicide. These deaths prompted him to hunt down and murder the killer, earning him his prison sentence. He is still depressed and haunted by his wife and daughter's deaths, but also uses this as motivation to take his work seriously and help stop serial killers.

Thoughts: One of a handful of original series that came out this year. This show gave me heavy Inception/Minority Report vibes from both its premise and presentation. It wobbles under the weight of its own concepts towards the end, but it still a fun ride nonetheless.

Gleipnir

Synopsis: The story centers on Shuichi Kagaya, a high school student with an unusual secret. He has the ability to transform into a monster resembling a giant dog mascot costume with a zipper down his back and a large cartoonish smile. After rescuing a strange girl, Claire Aoki, from a warehouse fire, they join each other to search for Claire's older sister, who is assumed to be responsible for the death of their parents.

Thoughts: When the initial rollout for this show began I admit I wasn’t really a fan. I thought it was just going to be a hyper violent, fanservice show. Now in some ways it is that, but if you really look Gleipnir tells a very interesting tale of identity and what it truly means to have a wish granted. The music was pretty good as well, and that’s really something from me as a person who doesn’t pay attention to soundtracks.

Hope this show gets a season 2, but if not I’ll more than likely start the manga.

Wandering Witch: The Journey of Elaina

Synopsis: Fascinated by the stories of Niké, a witch who traveled around the world, Elaina aspires to take the same course. Her determination of studying books and magic leads to her becoming the youngest apprentice witch to pass the sorcery exam.

However, when Elaina attempts to receive training in order to become a full-fledged witch, she is rejected due to her extraordinary talents until she finds Fran, the "Stardust Witch," whom accepts her. After earning her title, the "Ashen Witch," Elaina begins her exploration around the world, visiting and facing all kinds of people and places.

Thoughts: As a fan of the Light Novels, I was pretty excited when it was announced it was getting an anime. For the most part it didn’t disappoint. Though it skipped most of the stories in the novels, the show still told a few good stories that made for some amazingly animated tv.

Talentless Nana

Synposis: In the near future, mysterious monsters known as the "Enemies of Humanity" begin to appear, and with it so do children with supernatural powers called the "Talented". To prepare them for the upcoming battle against these Enemies, all the Talented are sent to a school located on a deserted island, where they have all their daily needs provided for until they graduate and communication with the outside world is forbidden.

One day, a new student named Nana Hiiragi arrives at the school. Her friendly and cheerful personality lets her quickly make friends with the class. However, with Nana comes a whole litany of mysterious occurrences on the island.

Thoughts: I can’t say too much about Nana without spoiling it’s first episode twist, but I will say that its a pretty interesting show with a fairly compelling game of cat and mouse being played.

Now on the the actual list:

10. The Misfit of Demon King Academy

Synopsis: After 2,000 years of countless wars and strife, the demon king Anos Voldigoad made a deal with the human hero, Kanon, to sacrifice his own life to ensure peace could flourish. Reincarnating 2,000 years later, Anos finds that royal demons now harshly rule over lower class hybrid demons in a society that values Anos's pureblood descendants over the demons who interbred with other species, such as humans and spirits.

Finding that magic as a whole has begun to decline and his descendants weaker as a result of the peace he created, Anos, now technically a hybrid himself, decides to reclaim his former title of Demon King, but first, he must graduate from the Demon King Academy where he is labeled a total misfit.

Thoughts: Originally I was going to put Nana in this spot, but its lack of a real ending pushed it out of the list. If only slightly. Misft at Demon Academy is just a fun ride from start to finish. There’s always something about shows with ridiculous OP protagonists (Overlord, One Punch Man, etc.) that gets the blood pumping.

It’s like junk food. Great for the right moment, but not needed all the time.

9. Ikebukuro West Gate Park

Synopsis: A charismatic troubleshooter tries to keep the peace between warring factions while protecting his loved ones in Ikebukuro West Gate Park.

Thoughts: I honestly had no idea what to make of this show when I first saw the synopsis, but I gave it a try on a whim. I’m glad I did because this was easily the dark horse of the Fall season. I really liked the mostly self contained story format the series had, and there were a few very good episodes here. Check it out.

8. My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!

Synopsis: Catarina Claes, the young daughter of a noble family, one day bumps her head and regains memories of her past life as an otaku. It is then that she realizes she has been reborn into the world of the otome game Fortune Lover, reincarnated as the game's villainess who, regardless of what route the player took in the original game, is doomed to be either killed or exiled.

In order to avoid these routes that lead to doom, Catarina begins taking countermeasures to try and avoid things going the same way as the game. This, however, ends up having unexpected consequences on her relations with the other characters of the game's world.

Thoughts: Normally I’m not a fan of Reverse/Otome harem series, but somehow Bakarina managed to pull me in, to a good result. This show was easily one of the best comedies I watched this year with a good cast and a likable protagonist.

7. Deca-Dence

Synopsis: In the fortress city of Deca-dence, the lowly Tanker girl, Natsume, dreams of becoming a Gear warrior following her father's death during a Gadoll attack. She is assigned to a maintenance team led by Kaburagi whom she discovers is more than he appears. Kaburagi has a secret role in eliminating "bugs", humans who threaten Solid Quake's operations.

When Kaburagi discovers that Natsume is listed as dead in the company database, he decides to keep her under observation and offers to train her to fight.

Thoughts: Giant monsters and giant robots. What more do you need? Watch it.

6. A Certain Scientific Railgun T

Synposis: The Daihasei Festival has begun, and that of course means that Tokiwadai Middle School—a prestigious all-girls' middle school—is competing too. Despite the participation of the "Ace of Tokiwadai," Mikoto Misaka, the other students who are participating are still putting their utmost effort into winning, no matter how impossible the feat may seem against her might. However, not all is fun and games. Due to the the festival, Academy City opens to the outside world, and various factions have begun plotting ways to infiltrate the city. Misaka appears to be on their radar, and as the festival proceeds, people lurking from the shadows begin to emerge...

Thoughts: Not really much to say here. It’s the third season of Railgun, but good thing here is that each season of Railgun is better than the last. Truly the best of the To Aru universe.

5. BOFURI: I Don't Want to Get Hurt, so I'll Max Out My Defense.

Synposis: Urged on by her friend, Kaede Honjō begins playing the VRMMORPG NewWorld Online under the name Maple. Not wanting to get hurt, Maple opts to be a shield user with maxed out defense stats, and continues putting every status point she earns in the game into increasing only her defense level.

As a result, she is left with slow foot speed and no magic, but her high defense allows her to endure most hits without taking any damage. This, along with her basic-level creative thinking, allows for her to make unexpected accomplishments in the game, its quests and events. By doing this, she ends up earning all kinds of equally unexpected skills and becomes one of the strongest players in the game. Thoughts: Bofuri is another OP power fantasy like Demon King Academy, but with the twist of being fused with CGDCT. The cast is extremely likable (especially Maple) and when Silver Link wants to they can make the battles REALLY dynamic. A nice comfortable watch, which was sorely needed in 2020.

4. Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle

Synposis: The story follows Princess Syalis, a young princess who was kidnapped by the demon king, and her quest to sleep well while imprisoned.

Thoughts: A simple premise for a not so simple story. Sleepy Princess for me was easily the best comedy of the year, with plenty of heart and action thrown in as well. I was wary of the series at first, thinking that the premise wouldnt be entertaining for more than a few episodes, but boy was I wrong. Each episode was funnier than the last and Doga Kobo pulled out all the stops to make it look as gorgeous as possible.

3. Jujutsu Kaisen

Synopsis: Idly indulging in baseless paranormal activities with the Occult Club, high schooler Yuuji Itadori spends his days at either the clubroom or the hospital, where he visits his bedridden grandfather. However, this leisurely lifestyle soon takes a turn for the strange when he unknowingly encounters a cursed item. Triggering a chain of supernatural occurrences, Yuuji finds himself suddenly thrust into the world of Curses—dreadful beings formed from human malice and negativity—after swallowing the said item, revealed to be a finger belonging to the demon Sukuna Ryoumen, the "King of Curses." Yuuji experiences first-hand the threat these Curses pose to society as he discovers his own newfound powers. Introduced to the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School, he begins to walk down a path from which he cannot return—the path of a Jujutsu sorcerer.

Thoughts: Originally I wasn’t going to put this on the list, because the season doesnt conclude this year, but I decided to make an exception since the show started so strong. Many people were hyping this up as the next big shonen, and they were right. Mappa really went balls to the wall with this show and I’m pretty hype for what happens this cour.

2. Akudama Drive

Synopsis: The bustling metropolis of Kansai, where cybernetic screens litter the neon landscape, may seem like a technological utopia at first glance. But in the dark alleys around the brightly-lit buildings, an unforgiving criminal underbelly still exists in the form of fugitives known as "Akudama." No stranger to these individuals, Kansai police begin the countdown to the public execution of an infamous Akudama "Cutthroat," guilty of killing 999 people. However, a mysterious message is sent to several elite Akudama, enlisting them to free Cutthroat for a substantial amount of money. An invisible hand seeks to gather these dangerous personas in one place, ensuring that the execution is well underway to becoming a full-blown bloodbath.

Thoughts: Want to know what it would be like if Quentin Tarantino made an anime? Well here you go. An adrenaline filled rollercoaster ride from start to finish with a crazy cast of characters and even crazier visuals. There’s even a bit of social commentary in there if you squint.

1. Oregairu Climax

Synopsis: Resolved to become a more independent person, Yukino Yukinoshita decides to smoothen things out with her parents, and the first step toward achieving that goal is to prove herself. As graduation draws closer for the third-year students, Iroha Isshiki—the president of the student council—requests a graduation prom in collaboration with the Volunteer Service Club. Yukino accepts this request of her own volition, hoping to use it as a chance to demonstrate her self-reliance, but what lies ahead of her may prove to be a hard hurdle to cross.

At the same time, a chance for the Volunteer Service Club members to better understand each other presents itself. And thus, Hachiman Hikigaya's hectic and bittersweet high school life begins to draw to a close.

Thoughts: The gif says it all really. I could just leave that there and end this list on a somewhat high note, but I’ll explain it.

Now objectively, there were better shows than this one (off the top of my head JJK comes to mind) but when you combine all three seasons there is no contest in my mind that Oregairu had one of the most perfect endings to a series I have ever seen.

It was an ending 7 years in the making. The first season in 2013 was good, the second season two years later was even better, but Climax was Oregairu at is absolute best and that goes beyond the story and characters. A lot of praise also has to go to Studio feel., who took over animation duties from Brain’s Base in season 2. While BB’s animation was much more accurate to the LN, feel’s more realistic designs fit the more mature direction the story was starting to go, giving the anime some of its best moments.

Watching Hachiman, Yukino, and Yui grow and change from naive teenagers to somewhat understood young adults was amazing and sometimes heartbreaking to watch. Hachiman’s search to find something “genuine”, Yukino’s desire to be independent, and Yui struggling with her feelings of love and friendship all clash and compliment in very interesting ways that makes these three characters even more relatable than they were before.

Lots of long running series don’t stick to landing, but in my eyes Oregairu stuck it perfectly. That’s why its my favorite anime of 2020.

Here’s to 2021.

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savnofilter · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 5

k. eijiro

☠️ warning(s): 𝕡𝕖𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪, spanking, pet names, subtle dom/sub, mild degradation, mild praise kink, mentions of sex work.

☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.

☠️ words: 1.8k [7 minutes, 15 seconds].

☠️ read more: kinktober(uary)

☠️ summary: since you were always his favorite customer, kirishima always knew how to treat you right.

“Well that’s no good, you’ve let some of my cum spill.” Kirishima frowns at the sight, looking between your spread legs and observing the said substance leaking from the aforementioned spot. “Have you been a bad kitten?” He asks with a small pout, his eyes giving you a look short of mock-disappointment. “Use your words.”

“Y-Yes, Kirishima-sama.” You address him by his title. Even with how much you tried to feign innocence, it wasn’t enough for him.

He sighs as he shakes his head, sitting up as he pats his lap for you to get on it. You outwardly pouted as you knew where he was going, pinning yourself up into his lap and hanging your head as you try to prepare yourself for his punishment. His hands ran over your untouched skin, relishing in the nice feeling of your rump under him. He spread your cheeks to watch what was hidden between it, holding in his hum of delight at the sight of his cum that stuffed both of your holes. He could feel his boner start to arise again, not hiding to cover it up or stop it from poking your side.

“Count.” Kirishima’s hand swung back before giving it a harsh slap, the sound of his rough hand hitting your skin. You swallowed as you tried to keep yourself from letting out any noise, your breath getting light.

“O-One.” As soon as the words left your mouth, his hand met with the fat of your cheek again. “Two.” He rubs your skin to give you a bit of a break, his thumbs admiring as your cheek starts to radiate a warm heat to heal the pain of his spanks. He muttered small praises to you as you managed to not resist his punishment, his hand moving between your legs and rubbing your slickened cunt. His heart skipped a beat at the feeling. Although you were only one of his customers, he couldn’t help but enjoy himself each time you came and paid him to take care of your needs.

He didn’t say anything as he inserted his middle finger into your cunt, feeling at how hot you were. He pumped his finger into you a few times before pulling it out and examining his now wet fingers. Kirishima wasted no time in using the same hand to spank your cheeks once again, your wanton and needy voice following along with it.

“Eight…. N-N…!” You tried to keep up, your hands clenching as the pain was getting to you but you couldn’t deny the hot pleasure that came with it. His hand came up to pull your hair back, giving you another one as you couldn’t finish the second to last current number of spanks he gave you. “Nine!” Your eyes bead with pleasure. You had no choice but to whimper the double-digit that followed after it, moaning as the humiliation of it all poked at your clit.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you? Enjoying when your owner punishes you like this?” Kirishima leans closer to you so his words could resonate better than you. His hand moved to tease your lower lips once again, this time letting out a hum of approval at the wetness sinking in two fingers. He took great joy as your jaw dropped, your back arching as your hips begged for him to play with you more. His fingers moved in a rhythm that he deemed you earned, his fingers curled enough to massage your walls. Kirishima held great pride in the disobedience. He wasn’t shy in finding the spot to make you cringe in pleasure, abusing it as you tried hard not to squirm in his hold. It almost felt like he was going to grant you the reward of letting you cum on his fingers from complying to him until his “nice” nature subsided and he gave you another slap. Your breathing went ragged at the feeling, body shuddering as you tried hard not to give in to your body’s screaming desires. He let go of your hair and giving your scalp and massage, the dopamine from it causing you to almost purr out, making him chuckle.

“My pet…” Kirishima smiled. He pulled away to help you up, standing up so his body easily towers over yours. He held your cheek in his hand, his hand warm from the harsh treatment he gave you before. He gave you a look over as he weighed out his options. He carefully guided you to the velvety bed, the soft texture of it caressing your skin and giving you a small sense of comfort. He got between your legs in his half-naked glory, the way his body was ripped and the miscellaneous tattoos he’s earned over the years is always what he was your favourite when you visited. You sat up as you knew what to do, scooting close enough to shimmy his pants and get him undressed. You gave him a look nothing short but pitiful, your eyes begging to touch and kiss him before he decided to further on his earlier plans.

Your lips were desperate to kiss at his skin, your hands roaming and relishing the feeling of his muscular built under your palms. You looked up at him as you tried to “sway” your way back into his good graces. Although your efforts were much appreciated, it didn’t work. He tusked at your almost pathetic attempts, managing to stop you and lift your head so you could watch up at him. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.” His large hand came up to cup your cheeks in a tight grip, his eyes squinting as he nodded his slowly at you as if to make you incapable of understanding his words for yourself. “Do you agree?” You couldn’t help but mindlessly agree, wanting to feel the heat of your bum on other parts of your body… more specifically-

Your breath got caught in your throat as you felt gravity tug at you. You weren’t prepared for Kirishima to push you back against the mattress, the force of it causing your body to bounce to level out the momentum. Before you could recover from the shocking feeling, he was already on top of you and spreading your legs to allow him to enter. You moaned as he slid his cock into you, the drippage from before helping many as well as the leftover creampie from a little over an hour ago. He brought your legs up, his hands gripping the back of your thighs in a style that expertly folded your body against itself, having no choice but to take his unrelenting thrusts. Naturally, you had to brace yourself, him offering no barrier for you to do so yourself.

Kirishima had no qualms in delivering his thrusts at such a harsh and fast speed, knowing that it would leave you wobbling tonight and have you aching tomorrow. Either you took him like you usually did, wanting to earn his approval once again. To explain how he acted towards you was almost intricate, the unspoken connection you two had when you met but left behind when you were done with your sessions was something one could question. He’s able to hold both your thighs together using the back of your legs, leaning down closer to your body so he could wrap his hand around your throat. He started to squeeze, testing your limit and cussing lowly under his breath when you affirmed it was enough when his hand was just so close to damaging you.

He never knew why or how you liked the pain so much but he never complained. As much as he liked treating you like the princess you were, he also couldn’t help but indulge fully each time you gave an opening to be used, “punished” was the formal term you two used. When you were obedient to follow his orders is when he thanked whoever is up there that someone as deviant as you chose him and only him every time. Just the thought of waiting unironically for you to come back always made his heart race, forbidding in the back of his head that you never would get into a relationship. Hell, let it fucking be him, he’d put a ring on you for-fucking-sure. He fucked you as if you were his, and both of you knew that he did and that’s what drew you in each time.

It was a game of cat and mouse, except the mouse liked to be caught while still being able to run each time. Which always made it… fun. If you looked close enough you wouldn’t be able to miss the longing gazes in both of you, the sexual tension between you two was unmatchable. Each time he fucked you with this much passion and vigor is when he had to remind you you were his. Your hands gripped his arm as your nails dug into his wrist, eyes rolling back as the low circulation of oxygen was starting to get to you, cunt squeezing him as you tried to warn him of the on-cumming orgasm that was about to arrive.

“C-Cum…~!” You choked out against his hand. He loosened his hold just a bit to let the lost blood rush back up to your head and re-circulate throughout your head. The pounding of it didn’t even hurt, the odd pleasure of it making you cum against his expecting length, your cunt happily taking his load as he emptied into you. You could feel his pelvis press up against your ass and tip poke at your cervix, the feeling of semen spilling into your womb was enough to make you tremble. “Eijiro!” You whimper out, head throwing back as he ground into you happily.

The sound of you calling his name made his heart bump, a hot blush coming across cheeks, different from the erotic one from before. He quickly composed himself as he slowly pulled out of you, keeping your thighs together, and watched as your cunt was in the same state it was before you had gotten your punishment. He gave your cheeks another few spanks, squeezing it afterward to feel radiate in heat. He snapped up to look up at you, drinking in the sight of your mouth agape and drool coming from the corner of your mouth and your eyes lidded. Your chest heaved as you came down from your high, eyes almost falling disappointed as you both realize your time is about to come up.

“Stick out your tongue for me.” Kirishima commands, your actions follow after just as you should. His last words are what makes your heart skip a beat, gladly accepting and bracing yourself as you could feel his tip poke at your back hole.

“Let’s not waste our last hour~”

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trashdeviant · 3 years

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Chapter 1

Venom/Eddie x Reader

Tw: cussing, violence

Another round clocks you in the jaw; the rebound keeping you from darting out of the way of the following blow. The crowd roars in suspense, but not loud enough to drown out the pumping of your heart beating in your ears. You shake your head at the bleat of a bell that signals the end of this round before your opponent could crack your skull open. Bloodied spit shoots out the side of your mouth as you return to your corner.

“Get to your corner!” The referee waves his arm dismissively at the mass glaring you down.

You had plenty of bulk, but they looked like a mountain compared to you. There was a split in your eyebrow you hadn’t noticed before. Cold hands shove a bottle of water into yours. The condensation wets your palms and drips down your face as you desperately down the freezing beverage in an attempt to cool yourself off. There’s another split down the middle of your bottom lips. The stinging only amplified your adrenaline.

You hadn’t realized your brother had been talking to you until he lightly smacks the side of your head. You turn to him, almost dazed.

“Look, boss, it ain’t even that much! When they take you down, just stay down. You hear me? Aye! Aye, boss!” That wasn’t what you were looking to hear. You had already turned back to the middle of the ring. He sounds his frustration behind you before he snatches the empty bottle out of the way.

You finally begin to control your breathing when the bell rings once more. The both of you raise fists and circle each other. Your hands shoot out to reach for them as you lunge hesitantly. Just as you had predicted they were quick to react to your flawed grapple. As they tangle with you-their arms over yours-you raise your knee to push them back. Your hands gripped on the back of their neck with a vice as you rinse and repeat. You can feel them struggle against your grip as you give their nose one last thrust of your knee before you let them push you back.

A shot that lucky wont come as easily next time. You put your hands back up and await their retaliation. The light almost blinds you as they swing at you. Their ponytail flicks at your face as you dodge and pass them. Their other arm swings behind them and catches you on the cheek. Hard.

That was going to leave one hell of a bruise. They quickly come back with another wild swing and all you can do is block your face as they begin to corner you. You could barely hear the voice behind you scream your name to go down. They take the advantage to connect their fist to your stomach. It almost encourages you to double over, but you hold your breath. It was all or nothing.

You surprise them with a swing of your own. Despite their heat unrelenting you manage to find an opening. Suddenly your positions were reversed. Your blood pumping and your fists flaring, you kept your pattern. ‘Boom-boom-Pop!’ you kept repeating to yourself. A mental montra you drilled into your head for years. They were beginning to grow tired if their curling figure was of any indication. You managed one last uppercut that sends them spiraling to the ground as the bell signals your victory. Dopamine never felt so good. You take in the moment as you watch your opponent tire out on the ground and listen to the audience both cheer for you and scream in disagreement. You could see your brother lose it in the crowd...

“You stubborn ass-”

“Shut up and give me my winnings, Raffie.” He only scoffs and slaps a hefty wad into your palm. You smile to yourself as you feel it and quickly count out a good amount and then some.

Rafael cackles at your pleased expression, “Heh, feel that? Legit thought you were done for. You already looked dead tired.”

“Ha, when you fight someone like that–you can’t get tired.” you joked dryly as you two swayed into the night outside of the building. Adjusting your hoodie you feel him playfully punch at your shoulder. “For real though,” he looks at you casually, “you should learn when to fuckin’ quit. Each fight so far has been bigger than the last one.”

You could only squint at him, your lips tugged in a smirk, “Aren’t you the one getting me these g-”

“Shh!” He smiles a little, embarrassed, and pushes at you. You retaliate by ruffling his curly hair and laugh along with him.

Nights after a fight were usually like this. You, being pretty banged up, and your brother pretending he’s stern when he tells you to be careful. It was refreshing. Although he wasn’t blood related. You two had met in highschool when you were quite the handful. You felt a little guilty dragging him into this kind of business, but he insisted. It paid plenty for rent and although you could never find yourself getting used to the nausea it came with, you somehow enjoyed fighting.

“Damn, boss,” a nickname that manifested easily with your attitude, “Want to go buy some ice for that real quick?”

You were out of ice, but would rather be planting face-first into your mattress right about now, “Nah, pretty sure we got some peas in the freezer.” It was incredibly dark out and the fact that he could see the redness beginning to swell, it spiked a bit of your insecurity. You shook it off and made it to your apartment complex.

Entering your room felt like ecstasy for the soul. Rafael had already passed you to grab the peas as you toed off your shoes and got comfortable on the couch. That meant sweats and no top. You hold your hand out as a chilled bag is placed in your grasp from behind you. After wrapping it with your hoodie you gently place it against your cheek, wincing in discomfort. Raf is kind enough to turn the TV on for you as you put your legs up on half of the couch with your feet tucked under a blanket. Your kin just about to make himself comfortable-

You give your brother a pitiful look, “Raffie can you go microwave me some pizza?”

He sighs and hangs his head before lazily dragging himself to the fridge. A smirk tugs at your lips again, “Aye, why are you tired? I’m the one fighting!” An exaggerated groan is your only response. You chuckle at the fact that he wouldn’t dare deny your right to leftover pizza before you return your attention to the screen.

“-Four bodies were found in an alley. The heads have yet to be discovered as this appears to be yet another victim of the Demon of San Francisco, Ven-”

“Bah…” You flicked through the channels before landing on some wildly inappropriate cartoon.

Venom made both you and your brother nervous. It didn’t take a genius to see the pattern he had. He searched for those who do bad deeds. To some goody-two-shoes it would appear that he had it out for just anyone, but you knew those who were actually in danger. You feared that you were one of them with how you and your brother were involved in an underground fight club. The only hope you both clinged to was the fact that gambling was harmless. Mostly.

The scent of cheesy jalapenos and meat wafted your senses and successfully interrupted your thoughts. You greedily take a bite simultaneously with Raf. You were full of regret one minute in. Your busted lip was searing! You muffle a complaint before dropping the peas and booking it to the sink to cool off your lip.

You whine as you could hear Raf laugh at you from the living room. Your middle finger flashes him before you rush to the fridge to drown your mouth in milk straight from the gallon.

He was almost hysterical, “No hay vaso!?”

Your eyes roll as you finally cool down. Once you return and push your plate towards him you notice something. Both plates only had one pizza. He usually ate two. That bastard.

“You-”, you smack him upside the head. Your glare could turn a man to stone. Unfortunately, he only seemed to laugh in the face of death.

You make a dramatic show of retreating to your room as he eats. Living with him taught you that he would make it up to you in the morning so you weren’t terribly pissed off.

The moment your face hits the pillow, sleep cushions your fall...

Sweat beads down your throat. You were at the height of your capabilities and it felt victorious. Your audience chanting your name and your opposer struggling to get back up. There wasn’t a scratch on you either. This high was absolutely addicting and you couldn’t help yourself. You leaned against the ropes and rose to boast and flex-the crowd going wild. Just as you were asking for more out of the audience there was a gut wrenching pull that brought you back to the middle of the stage.

The lights were suddenly blinding and your opponent looked more fierce than usual. Eyes dark and mouth seething. There was a thin layer muffling the sound of the crowd. Something wasn’t right…

Everything was warped and the corners of your vision were dark. Despite everything feeling slower, your heart was panicking. You duck when the hulking silhouette swings at you and immediately put your fists up, trying to keep your head in the game-or keep your head in general.

It was more of a game of cat and mouse. You kept focusing on dodging and keeping a distance. There was no way in hell you were going to get them beneath you. It was almost like they were growing by the second. You shook your head and tried at throwing a punch at their stomach. Now something definitely wasn’t right. Your arms felt heavy with each hit. It was suffocating and felt like you were being drawn in.

Your opponent had made zero effort to block your punches. The crowd was still muffled, but grew louder. Things were getting darker and darker. The figure in front of you began to grow just as dark before you saw nothing but the white of its eyes as they morphed into something else. It narrowed at you and all you could do was watch as its stomach engulfed your fist.

Something was opening and suddenly there was pain in your stomach that felt closer to the ache of fear. You were being pulled into what felt like your death. Your breathing all but disappeared and your heart was a screaming mess. This was it-this was your last fight-nowhere to run-

Your name brings you crashing to the surface. You’re damn near hyperventilating, but you were just thankful to be able to breathe again. Everything was still dark, but you slowly recognized it as your room.

“Y-you’re in your room, boss-it’s me Rafael...”

You turned to Raf holding his aching nose with one hand while the other was held out to you defensively. He watched your eyes dart left and right as you took your time to calm down. Your body was shaking and sticky from sweat.

“A nightmare…” He tried his best to bring you back from those. You shook your head and grabbed his hand to anchor yourself. “I’m sorry.”, it was what you could muster for now. Apparently your mouth sounded as dry as it felt considering Raf released a hand from his undamaged nose to pass you his half empty bottle of water.

Finishing the bottle, you toss it randomly in the distance. Raf was always awkward at this point and it showed.

“Hungry?” your head motioned ‘no’.

“...TV?” You take a moment, but decide you would rather watch something than try to go back to sleep.

With that he grabs some pain meds from the nightstand and another water bottle before he walks you to the living room to cuddle and enjoy a show or two.

Unfortunately he passes out in the middle of an episode, but you can’t find it in yourself to complain. Quietly, you shimmy out from his tight hold and make your way to the bathroom.

Your sticky body makes you grimace. With how tired you were it was almost a challenge to get everything off. Regardless you make it to the valve of the shower and trigger the showerhead. Heated water pours out and you carefully step in. You relished in the heat and almost doze off. But you got busy and cleansed yourself of your stench.

Half an hour later you were out and drying yourself off before putting on fresh clothing. Something casual considering it was already morning. You throw on some underwear, pants, a nerdy shirt, and your hoodie. Hiding your bruise was the least of your worries. People seemed to mind their own business whether or not you actually hid anything. You decided you would go out and grab some ice to kill time since you weren’t heading back to sleep anytime soon. Dressed and out the door, you put on some tunes on your phone. You tuck your earbuds into your ears and leave the building; heading to a nearby convenience store. The back of your mind is hopeful that Raf rubs your shoulders when you get back.

There was a dangerous moment where you almost walked into a pole, but you made it. Passing through the door you made an invaulatory map of the store. A group of teenages over by the snacks and a women by the coffee makers. You almost missed the brooding man by the freezers as you made your way towards the candy aisle. You grabbed a packet of gum before making your way towards the cashier.

“What?” It was a hushed tone, but your gaze followed the whisper towards the man staring down a bag of tater tots. Suddenly he turned to look at you, but naturally you turned away, whether you were embarrassed of staring or just scared of interaction with someone so sketchy.

You continued your travels, paying for both the gum and the ice. Currently you were struggling with your hold on the ice outside of the store. You winced when you tried to carry it as you usually did. Flashes of your previous fight reminded you that you were still very sore. Sighing, you considered walking back in to ask for a big bag to carry it in.

“Need some help there?” he sounded casual and yet nervous. It was the brooding man with the tater tots. Maybe he was tired.

You couldn’t really give a fuck if he was as dangerous as he looked, at the moment, you were just happy to get some help. You would be more worried if you didn’t know how to defend yourself. “Please?” A relieved sigh left you as he picked up the bag and held it over his shoulder with ease.

“Thanks uh-”

“Eddie.”

“Eddie.”, you mimic.

“And you are...?”, something in you stirred at that, but you ignored it and answered respectively with your name.

“I don’t live too far if that helps.” The least you could do was provide a bit of conversation. You made sure to leave an earbud out so you could hear him. “It’s no problem. I don’t live far either.” You nod in acknowledgement. A small moment of silence follows persistently.

“What’s with the bruise, if you don’t mind me asking?”, his voice makes you jump lightly; not expecting him to ask that question.

Damn, you pretty much forgot about that now that it only hurt to touch. You weren’t about to tell him your nightly activities. Skillfully, you lie through your teeth, “I’m real clumsy. Vertigo acts up out of nowhere sometimes.” you throw in an embarrassed chuckle for affect. Too busy patting yourself on the back you fail to see through his smile that masked how unconvinced he really was.

You eyed the exaggerated amount of tater tots and chocolate he had bought. It didn’t really match his figure. Instead of commenting you simply dig into your pocket and retrieve your pack of gum, pulling out a strip and unwrapping it, “Gum?”, you offered.

He shrugs and lets you feed it to him. His hands were occupied anyways. You smile playfully at the gesture and his awkwardness as he thanks you.

“Anytime.” You finally turn to him as you reach the apartment complex. You mentally groan at the fact that you were about to carry the ice up the stairs to your apartment. With your hands out to him, you gesture towards the ice, “I’m not about to make you go up the stairs with that thing, but thanks for the help, Eddie.”

“It really isn’t a problem, please, I insist.” Somehow that made you smile. You didn’t argue as you would be the same way.

“Any ideas how I could thank you?” If not you could probably throw him a fake ass ‘IOU’. Or maybe just offer him some breakfast.

There was a beat of silence where he made an expression you didn’t have time to read. “You hungry?” smooth.

As if on cue there was a smell seducing the hell out of your senses. Your brother was making french toast. “Yeah, I could eat.” you chuckled, knowing he could smell it too.

You make it to your room just after that and open the door; the aroma amplifying and the sound of sizzling makes your mouth water at the thought of bacon. You hold the door out to Eddie.

“My treat?” You joked as he beamed.

“How generous.”

He set the ice into the freezer and shimmied awkwardly into the scene where he was met with a confused curly-haired man with a spatula in one hand and a plate of food in the other. He appeared to be wearing nothing but boxers and a frilly apron. You were leaning against his shoulder innocently.

“Eddie, this is my brother, Rafael, Raf, this is Eddie.” Following that introduction, you snagged the plate and handed it to Eddie before gesturing to him to sit next to you on the couch in front of the TV. He complies and for a moment or two, the silence was painful. Raf tosses you some chocolate syrup, a small salt shaker of sugar-cinnamon and whipped cream that he threw blindly in the direction of the living room. You had to be quick to catch them, but had a horrifying second in which you had to catch the chocolate syrup from the top of Eddie’s head before it could land on his plate. You sigh an apology, however, Eddie just chuckles a little, surprised and impressed.

“So is bringing home random guys going to be a thing or…?” You could tell your shit-faced brother was smirking from the kitchen as he fixes your plate. Eddie huffs in amusement behind your bickering. You were just thankful that he could break the ice-pun intended.

You debated throwing a spoon at him, “Is you wearing my things going to be a thing or…?” you fired back before gawking at the plate in front of you. He snickers, “Looks better on me.” and belatedly joins you two with a bunch of french toast in his mouth. It appears the newcomer stole his plate regardless of being capable of making another one.

“So are you going to tell us more about yourself, Eddie.” despite his muffled voice, you sensed something suspicious about his question.

Setting down the chocolate syrup he just drowned his french toast in, he clears his throat, “I’m a journalist, I write articles for the-” Rafael burps shamelessly, “Daily Globe…” Eddie smiles, obviously trying to be polite. He takes a forkful of his breakfast as Raf opens his mouth again, “Oh you’re the guy that did the Eddie Brock show, huh?”

“The Eddie Brock Report, yeah,”, he corrects, “that was me.” Another forkful just a beat later.

“Thats cool-”, you tried to offer before your brother decided to butt in again, “-Yeah real cool. Didn’t that show get cancelled?” Eddie was visibly uncomfortable and evidently irritated which struck a chord with you.

Although it seemed like Eddie had plenty to say in response to that, you slam your hand on the table to take the attention off of him, “Hey, Raffie!” You gave him a quick stare that only the two of you could decipher as ‘We’re going to have a fucking talk later’. “Mind making me some more bacon, please?”

It was more of an excuse to keep him out of the conversation for the most part. Raf rolls his eyes before taking the hint. You took the moment to pat Eddie on the shoulder apologetically. He seemed to understand the gesture as he nods in acknowledgement.

With a defeated sigh you take a break from questions, “Cool jacket.” He looks down as if he forgot he even had it on.

“Thanks. Your hoodies nice.” He was totally just being nice. Your hoodie was ancient. You didn’t comment though, “Thanks, you’re too kind.”

“I aim to please.”

“Naturally. You lift or...?” You poke at the bulk in his bicep through the aforementioned jacket.

“Oh uh yeah,” He removes his jacket to smirk and bulge his arms beneath your touch, “Working out ‘s been helping me through somethings actually.”

Snorting, you remove your hoodie to flex the muscle you were hiding beneath the fabric.

“I kind of do too… in a way.” It was almost second nature for you to try to compete.

“Oh damn-”

“Bacon’s done, boss, I’m going to take a shit-”

‘Ever so charming…’

Raf swiftly abandons the kitchen leaving a concerned Eddie with an unamused kin. You hang your head. Just as you were getting to the flow of a conversation.

“Is he going to be alright?” There was something in his voice that sounded like concern, but closer to relief. You didn’t blame him as you were just the same.

“Yeah…” You look down at his empty plate and the pile of bacon you weren’t really going to eat.

With a wavering sigh, you gesture to the bacon, “Want the rest?”

You were already grabbing the tubbawear when he answered, “Sure…”

There was a selfish part of you that didn’t want to kick him out, but you compromised by taking a sharpie and writing your number on the side of the container with a small smiley face next to a subtle ‘text me’. Once you hand it to him he glances at the message on the tubbawear before looking back at you.

“You should probably head out. I’m really sorry about Raf, but uh,” you were suddenly nervous, “I hope we can try this again sometime…”

You just met the man, but the guilt decided that you should try to make it up to him anyways. That and maybe the fact that you’ve been in a bit of a dry spell and this man certainly looked appetizing. You mentally slap yourself.

He sent his gaze towards the direction Rafael had left before returning to meet your hopeful eyes. It seemed he was throwing you a bone, “Sure, I’d love to try this again. Maybe not here though…”

“Yeah, totally uh we’ll figure something out.” wow, could you have sounded any more awkward and desperate? Regardless, there was a snarky comment here and there before you actually got him out the door. You pressed your head against the door as guilt hit you like a truck. It almost made you want to scream. You try to calm yourself down before you go say something stupid to Raf.

Look, your face? Isn’t very pretty after that last fight. You’re still a little cut up and that bruise looks like near-death! Someone actually took a little interest in you this morning. Not to mention, he didn’t look too bad! Bed head, five o'clock shadow, and all! That jawline was something nobody could miss…

You doubt he would have been so nervous if a ‘certain someone’ hadn’t been there. Raf never usually acted like this anyways.

You sigh through your nose before pulling off your shirt and pushing yourself to face your unbearable brother. The heater was on in your room and with the conversation you were about to have, you were not in the mood to feel suffocated. When you see him he is face down on the bed, brooding. With a roll of your eyes, you sit next to him and pat his back. You try to sound sweet, but it comes out a little irritated, “Raffie?”

No answer.

“Want to talk about your little break down earlier?”

A muffled protest.

You groan, “Raf stop being a little girl…”, using whatever force you could muster, you push him onto his back to look at you. Much to your displeasure, your arms were still sore so you only managed to get him on his side. If not for the soreness you could certainly bench press him. Raf blinks at you with brown-hazel eyes in what you hope is guilt.

“Raf, please tell me why you freaked out on Eddie like that?” Your voice was tired, but seemed to finally get him to speak.

“You don’t even know him…” His eyes narrow.

“And you think you do? You never even watched his show. The hell did you embarrass me like that for?”

He scoffs.

“Is this about Jessie?”

Raf answers your suspicions when he avoids your gaze. You demonstrate your disappointment in a stern voice, “Raf, that shit was a long time ago. I’ve moved on from it and you shouldn’t even-”

“Yeah and I get that you won’t change your mind-I promise I fuckin do, but-”

“Do you really ‘cause I’m tired of you bringing it up.” It was practically hissed at him.

“Alright-alright you know what? It’s whatever at this point, right? I won’t bring it up anymore, but like I’m just sayin’ I’m tired of you being stubborn n’ shit when it shouldn’t even have to be a problem! And I mean I don’t want to drag you into things you don’t want to do, but I just feel like we could be like how we were back then when we were doing crazy shit together you ‘member? I miss that! We-”

“I don’t care about that shit anymore-I’m doing my own thing, Raf, you shouldn’t be caring this much about this anymore.”

“Yeah well you shouldn’t be wanting to fuck random motherfuckers off the stree-” Your hand stung and Rafael held the side of his head. You couldn’t tell apart any emotion that was flowing through him at this point.

“I’m old enough to make these decisions, Raf.”

“Sure don’t act like it.” That made your blood boil.

“Says the one crying like a little bitch the moment I want some closeness,” Rafael opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly shut him up, “Grow the fuck up cause I’m not about to stand here while you talk me down like I’m a fucking dumbass.” Your voice wavers in strength.

You refuse to give him the chance to respond to that, figuring the power in you was beginning to grow too sensitive by the second. As you leave the room you’re sure to slam the door shut. Before you could break you grab your hoodie and your phone off of the counter and rush out the door. Looking down at the notification made your chest sting, but managed to cheer you up enough to smile thankfully. It was an unknown number, but you knew who it was regardless.

[:Hey, holding up okay?]

A huff leaves your worn figure before you text back a small ‘yeah, what’s up?’ before adding him to your contacts and trugging out of the complex for a walk.

Maybe it would calm your nerves and distract you from feeling watched.

#keeping the reader gender neutral of course #venom x reader #Eddie Brock x reader #oc x reader #?#the conflict in the beginning of this is a little dumb but just bare with me #this has been in my drafts for years so uh #just leaving this here #I’m feeling better #thank you for all of your kind words and offers of help #it was kind of a shock to see that so #thank you #i promise I’m getting better #trash writing

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consumedkings-archive · 3 years

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i. devour ✤ helmi x jestiny

full cult au + “i’ve dreamt about this” requested by @adelaidedrubman

word count: 1.9k

warnings: canon-typical drug use, cults run amok, dubious consent because of the drug use (but it is safe i promise), lots of allusions to cannibalistic imagery, excessive use of the word "want" and "hungry" (sorry), hints of helmi/jestiny/kajsa if you squint, canon-typical descriptions of gore and violence : ^ ) obviously this is elaborating on some themes of emotional manipulation (as cults do) so please do not read if you are uncomfy!

Helmi has always been a completionist.

It’s not that she’s a particularly competitive woman; she’s just efficient. There’s no task set out ahead of her that she cannot get done, large or small. A problem is presented, and Helmi solves it. Sometimes it’s an easy solution. Sometimes it requires brute force. This part, she always plays by ear.

Jestiny is no different.

She would almost be frustrated by the existence of the other woman were she not so interested. There’s weeks of back and forth. She can’t afford to lose track of what the true task is: wrench, slice, gut. Empty them out onto the snow. Paint it red, red, red. But if there’s something that drives her away from her duty—heart, heart, that’s what you are, pumping blood out of our last dying breath, spill it onto the earth for our Mother to feel—it’s the incessant, obnoxious chattering in the radios from the deputy. She cannot stand to have her work undone, and yet: there is an undoing, in human shape, burning in the back of her mind until her molars are grinding together.

It is frustrating to have her attention so raptly caught, so fiercely entrenched in a net of thorns she cannot possibly pull it away without causing irreparable damage, and especially for Kajsa to notice.

She can still remember the first time she had come back to the others, radiating irritation because as much as she likes the cat and mouse, she wants contact. Fingers and teeth to meet in the flesh. And she hadn’t been sure how to reconcile this feeling with the knowledge that one day, the Father of Many Faces may ask her—through Kajsa—to rip her ribs open and clean her out.

And as though she can read her mind (perhaps she can, you know, she always seems to See Us), Kajsa had looked at her and said, “Do you want her?”

Helmi knows her expression had crumpled. Twisted up, mouth downturned viciously, quickly directing her eyes elsewhere so that Kajsa cannot see the ache in her.

“It’s not my job to want,” had been her reply.

“Do not be foolish.” Kajsa had cut a piece of her apple, pushing the piece departed from the apple’s body into Helmi’s hand. “Get her.”

Her heart had felt sticky. Hot, jumping up in her throat. It had been a long time since she had wanted. “Kajsa—”

“Now it is your job, no?” And Kajsa waved her knife, wet with apple, dismissively. “And maybe I want her. Get her.” And then, planting the flat edge of the blade against Helmi’s lower lip to quiet the oncoming protest: “For me.”

Of course, she could not have refused, even if she wanted to. Even if the cool metal of the blade had not reminded her of who it was she answered to, even if the sticky-wet of Kajsa’s voice did not tell her there was no arguing to be had.

So she does: get her.

It takes a long time. Longer than, normally, Helmi would like. It’s impossible not to rush where the redhead is considered, anyway; Jestiny pushes all of her buttons, goads her, coaxes and shoves and bites and kicks her way through every interaction (sometimes, literally). But each time Helmi leaves their coincidental run-in with a bite-bloodied lip, she’s hungrier.

Wanting.

She spends their time apart wondering how sweet she will be when she finally acquiesces. There’s no lack of Jestiny spitting out fuck yous and get the hell outs, but one day—Helmi knows this—it won’t be so much vitriol. She doesn’t want it gone, just...redirected. Used more intentionally. And she thinks about what it will be like to grab a fistful of that red hair and tilt her head back and have all that skin just for herself.

Well, herself and Kajsa.

It’s so frequent that the moments in time permeate her sleeping hours, too. She dreams about it; dreams of the submission, acquiescence, of the redhead tilting her chin to give her more skin to kiss, digging her nails in and saying more, Hel, give me more, I’ll take more, of kissing her. Gods, does Helmi just want to kiss her.

But when it takes a little too long, when the days are dragging by with no deputy swaddled up in their family, Kajsa says, “Enough playing, Helmi.”

She’s halfway to the truck when the woman speaks, stopping with her hand on the handle and the keys dangling from her fingers. Helmi looks back at her black-haired paramour.

“I’m not,” she says.

“I know you,” Kajsa replies. “You play with your food.”

Yes, Helmi thinks, willing her expression still. I do.

“Make a meal of her if you are going to,” Kajsa continues, “but I am tired of waiting, Helmi.” Her head tilts, slate-gray eyes dark sharp. “Tonight.”

And that is how Helmi finds herself in a room filled with the overwhelming scent of lavender and smoke, rich, wet earth pummeling her senses. She had wanted to bring Jessie around without it, but what Kajsa wants, Kajsa gets—so here she is, standing in the doorway of a room filling with smoke, vents stuffed with wet herbs and radiating the fetid smell throughout the house.

It’s clear that Jestiny has had very little exposure to it, despite their frequent run-ins. Her eyes are a little glassy, hands curling into fists at her sides. She looks pissed.

“What—” Just that one word is already slurring. “What the fuck did you—are you doing to me?”

Helmi takes in a slow, measured breath. It’s potent, even to her, even when she’s been dosed on it in exponentially larger amounts to build up her tolerance. “Opening you,” she replies after a moment.

“Fuck you,” the redhead spits. “No-fuckin’-vacancy. We’re closed. Closed the-fuck-up, compadre—”

She’s rambling already, too. Helmi rolls her eyes. “To the influence,” she clarifies, as though she doesn't also want to open up Jestiny for her, taking a few steps forward. The sound of her feet hitting the floor bounce in light waves around her, even as her heart rate stays slow against the drug. She can taste it coating the inside of her mouth, it’s so wet; and when she gets within touching range, Jestiny blinks, flinching and recoiling, like she hadn’t seen her coming even though their eyes had not once left each other.

She rasps, “Get out.”

Helmi’s eyes narrow. Normally, she would have obliged. For the game. “No.”

“Get—” Jestiny sucks in a sharp breath. “Get the f-fuck—”

“Aren’t you tired of playing this game?” Helmi demands, channeling what of Kajsa still roots itself in her mind. “You don’t belong with them. The Resistance, the Seeds—they don’t want you. You can see it now, can’t you? Now that all of that garbage is pushed out of the way, all of those pesky walls pushed down, you can see that they’re using you. You’re nothing more than a checker piece in their fucking backgammon game.”

“Shut up—”

“They don’t want you,” she repeats, and the room is so hot, so fucking hot it’s sweltering and she wishes she’d shucked at least some of her layers before coming, if only for temperature control. Oh, well. Too late. “Not in the way you deserve.”

She reaches up, hand landing on the juncture between Jessie’s shoulder and neck. She had foregone the gloves, at least, but that had been for selfish reasons; because she wanted to feel. All that skin.

The skin-to-skin contact had a strange, wild little sound crawling up Jestiny’s throat. She sounds upset. Distressed.

“They don’t want you,” Helmi says again, pitching her voice lower, so close so close so mine, “the way that I do.”

She imagines it must be scary. The first time being opened always is. But vulnerability is scary; openness, seeing, is scary. The drugs allow for true sight, but it’s not always what the person wants to see, just what they need to see. And Helmi can tell that Jestiny is panicking, does not like seeing the truth in Helmi’s words, because she makes a sound like choking.

Helmi kisses her.

The woman stills, freezing ramrod-straight. She doesn’t return the gesture, not right away; instead, she stands there and just lets Helmi kiss her. It’s not until she starts to pull back that the redhead finally reacts, reaching up and grabbing the wrist closest to her neck, digging her nails in again. Helmi only pulls back far enough to leave breath between their mouths, but Jestiny is gripping her like she’s going away forever. For good.

“Again,” Jessie manages out, hoarsely. “S-Say—Say it—”

“I want you,” Helmi says when she realizes what it is Jestiny is asking for. And she is asking, which she has never done before; it’s always only demanding, ordering, commanding. So Helmi glides her hand up the woman’s neck and threads her fingers through her hair and says, against her mouth, “I want you, little snake.”

That strange little sound comes out of the redhead again—but it’s clearer this time; a moan, agonized and distressed, like she wants and wishes she didn't.

The air is thick between them, wet and humid and riddled with the overwhelming darkness of the earth. She watches the woman’s bubblegum-pink tongue dart out, wetting her lips, and Helmi feels that emotion gnawing at her insides again:

Hunger.

She has spent years stifling her appetite; she’s tired of it. She wants to hunger, to be caught wanting, and she doesn’t mind—Kajsa had said she could. Had ordered her. It was her job to want, and to be hungry, and she feels it now more than ever. Absently, Helmi twists a lock of copper hair around her finger, watching it coil tight and then slip loose again, falling from her fingers; embers embers embers, in the dying light, and she can’t look away. She’s always had a thing for fire, anyway.

“You won’t believe me,” she murmurs, lifting her eyes to meet amber ones, the corners of her mouth ticking upwards, “but I’ll say it anyway.”

Hel dips her head down, guides her mouth across warm skin; hungry, wanting, but she doesn’t care to be seen like this—prefers it, actually—so she says, “I’ve dreamt about this.”

“Shut up,” Jestiny manages out, her voice breaking a little. “Sound so f-fucking stupid.”

Hel tightens her grip on the copper hair again and tugs. “Brat.”

A most unbecoming squeak comes out of Jessie, her brows furrowing in irritation and face flushing a gorgeous high-colour. “Feel like shit,” Jestiny slurs. “You made me feel like shit.”

“I know,” Helmi whispers back, the closest she will get to apologizing for making her see the truth. “But you belong with me.”

She knows the way the Resistance and the Seeds talk about Jestiny. It’s always belong to, not belong with, but she’ll show Jestiny that it’s different now. They’re different.

She’s different.

And there’s nothing quite like kissing her, Helmi decides, as sweet as she imagined that it would be in her dreams, because now Jestiny is kissing her back—parting her lips and fisting the dark fabric of Helmi’s sweater, rambling something against her mouth that Helmi can’t quite make out over the sound of her blood rushing through her head.

Later, she will dream about it. Later, she will roll over in her makeshift bed, and pull the then-sleeping redhead against her, to assure herself that she’s there, and every bone in her body will sing at last, at last, we’ve got you at last. Later, she will bury her face into the crook of the redhead's neck and indulge herself in warm skin, hers for the taking. Later, she will trace every single dip and curve with her fingers. It will be as sweet as kissing.

But nothing will be quite so sweet as the way it feels when Kasja turns to see them coming from the truck, hand-in-hand, a smile curving her mouth as she watches them and says:

“Welcome home.”

#my writing #otp: jelmi #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #ch: helmi #honorable mention for #ch: kajsa rosing #sorry the are like: This #this was SO self-indulgent I HOPE IT'S OKAY LIZ #KJDHFKJDHFHDF #writing prompts

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erensnubs · 3 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖

Colt Grice x F! Reader Dystopian AU

Chapter 3

Word Count: 1.3k

"Uh hey? You seem lost in thought. "

You shook your head to focus your gaze to the man in front of you. Sandy blonde hair, tall, strong build, and murky green eyes. Considering his body type you assumed he worked somewhere on the Garrison Regiment or one of those cowards, correction, Military Police.

"Yeah, uh do I know you?"

Strangers always approach you when you go out in public. You like to joke how it's because of your adoring looks and alluring aura, but in truth it's just because,

1. You lived with Levi (the ladies are crazy for him)

2. People gossip about you, Hange, Levi, Erwin and Moblit thinking all of you are in some sort of love pentagon

3. You were in the news when you gave Public Health Service Announcements from the government

4. This usually applied to men, some women but not only did you have a wealthy salary, you had a reputation and apparently people like that

"No, I just wanted to talk to someone. It gets tiring to talk to the rich folks," he said sheepishly.

You looked at him inquisitively. The man didn't know who you were.

"Why does it tire you?"

He sighed and walked over next to you and leaned himself on the wall, "They push the same agendas all the time and they talk about trivial, stupid things. It's the same thing over and over again."

He gestured by raising his pointer finger and circling it around in the area, "It gets tedious and they act like it's so important and hilarious every time."

Then he turned to look at you, "But you out of all the people I've seen. You didn't really talk that much only to yourself. What are you thinking about?"

His questions startled you as your eyes squinted and tried to analyze this man. He saw what you were doing and his green eyes followed yours, like you were playing a game of cat and mouse. If that's how it's going to go, you thought. I guess I'll play.

"Why do you ask? Did my mutterings seem incoherent to you?" You countered.

He smiled, "No, it's just you seemed so at peace by yourself, I had to ask what you were thinking about for a person as busy as yourself to be so calm."

Ah so he did know you. So much for having a normal conversation. Not that it was normal in the beginning.

He looked at your disinterested expression and started to apologize profusely, " Oh shit, I didn't mean to offend you. You were just walking around and talking to lots of people… you looked busy and important that's what I'm attempting to say."

Your mouth parted slightly then you slowly closed it. Who was this man? Why was he so straightforward?

Good job probably fucking up your chances with talking to her.

Colt POV Fuck.

She didn't answer and I could feel blood pumping through my head and my face heating up.

Was she disinterested in me? Tired or bothered? Even worse did I come off to her as a "nice" guy that was just trying to get into her pants?

The silence between us was tangible, I felt like I could grab it and wring it out to try and continue this conversation.

I didn't even know this woman's name and yet she still captivated me.

Maybe it was the way she walked up the stairs of the Opera House, her head up high and unfazed. Maybe it was when I locked eyes with her for a split second, before her attention was turned to someone else. Maybe it was the way she smiled so fakely at these people that I wanted to laugh out loud, at her and the fact they couldn't tell it was fake.

Maybe it was the contagious laugh she had, the way her passive personality changed when surrounded by friends. Or the way she flirted with people.

I could tell I sounded like a creep but I've seen her before moving to "Paradis". She was on the news, vigorously explaining concepts, ideas things I never would've thought of in million years. The way she spoke with such passion and feeling about these people's lives, which up until a year ago, I couldn't care less about.

This woman standing next to me, who was probably bored out of her fucking mind, inspired me to find a job in the government, specifically the research and weapons development department. I was still interning at various places before I actually started, but I'm making progress… I'm getting there.

It wasn't her intelligence, or her passion that captivated me. It was her passiveness… her "wallflower" persona if you will, that she puts on to mask, to observe. Why would someone as powerful in wealth and government act that way? How did her personality change from laid-back to bright? Her flexibility confused me and I wanted to find out more. She had the ability to make me be passionate about something other than pleasing my parents…. Why was she so reserved?

Maybe I thought,I shouldn't make assumptions. Yes she was my inspiration, but I didn't even know who she was, what her name was. Living in Marley, we didn't have information on the government officials like the people here so their names were always:

Commander of the Survey Corps

Military Commandant of the Military Police

Or hers:

Head of Research and Data Department

I only knew a title, and a face to match but now I'm looking at her in the flesh. Her presence was underwhelming, but there was a weight to it that I couldn't understand. Was it melancholy? Or was she just a complete mystery to me?

And voila, here I was invited by my manager at the research center for the Science Museum taking me as his plus one, to this formal event.

And here she was, my BIGGEST inspiration, my literal REASON why I wanted to work for the government and I can't even say shit to her?

"I was thinking about possibilities and outcomes for a certain person if I told them to do something," she says finally.

The silence broke, and she looked at me, leaning her head against the wall tilting her face in an alluring expression. Her eyes looked glazed, from the glowing light and I couldn't help but stare at that calm expression. The golden lights of the chandelier reflected on her eyes and they seemed to dance, so softly.

Her lips were slightly parted, chapped on the top, smooth on the bottom as expected of a busy woman, but I have never in my life wanted to touch something more in my life.

I snapped out of my trance and looked at her wide-eyed. So she was thinking about certain possibilities of a hypothetical situation? How far does this woman prepare?

But this was the hard part, I think. How to tell her that "Oh by the way I basically switched careers because I saw you give a speech a year and a half ago and I was inspired" without making it feel weird.

Don't think Colt, just do.

I quickly shook my head and without even thinking I reached out to grab her skirt.

My thumb grazed her fingers slightly, but I still held onto the hem of her dress. She still didn't pull away.

Her eyes locked onto mine in a "what the" expression but I steadied myself, even when the blood rushing through my head was pounding, the sound so loud the only thing I could hook onto was her eyes.

And her dress of course. What the fuck Colt, are you falling in love or something?

I remained calm as I looked at her very, VERY surprised expression. Her body was pulling away from mine, I could feel it but her dress stayed between my fingers.

"Can you tell me about it? While we dance together?"

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crqstalite · 3 years

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This was rattling around in my head for a while. Brione's a pretty talented land driver after living on Earth her entire childhood, and she has had no time to actually show off yet in any of my writing. Not quite sure why this takes place (post-war, in Vancouver) but it does.

Very short. WIP (?). No warnings.

"C'mon, c'mon..." Brione's fingers fly over her omni tool, cursing while she glances in the rearview window. Still clear, but she highly doubts they completely outran them and the shadows are playing with her barely adjusted eyes. The error message flashes against the screen again when the door clicks open, "At least pretend like you work!"

"For some reason, I'm a lot less worried about the car working and a lot more about it being safe --" Kodelyn blanches while she slides into the passenger seat and slams the door behind her, "This thing is ancient, it still has wheels on it!"

"You really are a spacer, Shepard." Brione's gasp is strained, but somehow still amused when she successfully gets the engine running with another try on the hardwire hack. Wrapping her fingers around the wheel, she raises an eyebrow once the screen comes on, shining a logo. She whistles, "It's a 2090 Vanguard! Still new, technically."

"Technically?" The rumbling of the 'cycles are gaining on them down the other street while the lights flicker on, washing them in blue-white light, "This thing is 100 years old. It's older than three of us combined. I've never even been in one before."

"There are at least 10 different safety regulations being broken just by driving one of these -- if not more once you actually turn it on." The door slams shut behind Brione, and she rolls her eyes once Kaidan adds his opinion, "You sure this'll actually get us out of the zone?"

These space babies. Eighteen years driving these things and the nerve to question her competency when it came to picking cars. One of the things she was terribly talented with, "I've seen you both drive a Mako. I don't think either of you have room to be talking."

"A tank and a roadster that are a century out of date are two very different things, Petrakis."

Shh, don't listen to them.

"Modded up to today's standards, it's the equivalent of a 2169 Sapphire. Last thing to come on the assembly belt before your pretty skycars came to be." The engine is louder than she would've liked, something the owner hadn't kept up with during the war probably, but it was a beauty still. When was the last time she'd driven one of these roadsters? Must've been years. Silently, she apologizes to the owner while she gently taps the pedal, leaping them forward a few meters while her passengers grasp onto whatever's in front of them with various bits of muttering. Good, working order at least. What was the fastest these things could go? Val would've had her head for not remembering, "Discontinued or not, it's the best thing we've got and I doubt Hackett will be very happy if I come back with a hole in the Admiral's head."

"There's probably a good reason they were discontinued! A hole means nothing if we're splattered on the side of the highway instead."

"If you see any of your flying bricks down the street, please, let me know. Let's see just how reliable they are." Brione grumbles, "At least you can still hotwire one of these."

Her smirk is probably more concerning than comforting, and it doesn't exactly inspire confidence in her companions. Changing gears, she glances in the rearview mirror to see their chasers speeding down the street. Their lights glare in the reflection, and adrenaline is rushing through her veins while she pushes a hair behind her ear. Clear ahead of them except for a handful of cars parked on the darkened sides of the streets, and if she remembers how they got here well enough, she can get them back into the main city within a few minutes with minimal mistakes.

"Admiral, Major. Hold on."

The sharp left turn she pulls into the street is probably illegal on any actual road, but that doesn't deter her enough not to lean into it hard. Rubber screams against the pavement, and gravity shifts just enough to make her think it just might tip. She can breathe again once all four wheels are on the ground, and slams the pedal hard once she has control of the car again. Kodelyn is tapping her bicep with increasing concern, Kaidan's saying something but none of it matters while the speedometer ticks further and further to the right as they blaze down the street. Sure, yes, the 'cycles are in their way and that's a hazard (or something), but either they move or get moved.

She's pulled a maneuver like this a few times before. Given she was about half her age and about twice as reckless, but it was this or getting hopelessly lost in a dark neighborhood in the middle of the night with people of interest in the back. London and its outlying areas she knew well enough to lose people in and play a mean game of cat and mouse, but this wasn't her territory. This is barely a model she even likes and her backseat drivers are on her nerves already. She was playing by different rules, and she'd have to adapt.

Still, it's nice to be back in one of these. So much better than one of the Serrices they have her driving around the Citadel.

To her left, another thin alley she could go down, but the lights of the Vancouver skyline are enough to propel her to push down harder. The longer they're here, the longer they have to gather reinforcements. Logically, if she continues down this road, it should take her back into the main part of the city without too many detours.

Two meters before impact.

Brione ends up half right, some of the 'cycles screech to a halt or turn just enough to get out of the way, but she clips one and the bike flips when she races down the street. The crunch of it on another car's hood is a little sickening, but the rest of the them don't take the time to check on it before their engines roar to life again.

Then they were just going to make this interesting for her. She could work with that, and boy did it get her blood pumping. Another sharp turn, another round of shouting.

No one could ever say she wasn't fun at parties now.

#brione petrakis #kodelyn shepard #oc #original character #wip

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sweet-cynical-writer · 4 years

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A/N: “It's been awhile hasn't it?.. I didn't think I was going to come back for a moment there. I've been so damn tired it's taken over the other half of my time when I'm not working. My heart feels like it's constantly ripping apart. Here I thought dying of a heartbreak was bullshit. But no, it's a thing. And it fucking hurts like hell.”

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1k.

WARNINGS: self harm, blood, mild cursing, violent behavior, mental health disorder implied, depression triggers, suicide triggers, sensitive content

Briefing: Love is more than the typical hugs and kisses. It's also full of anguish and pain if you don't communicate or nourish the relationship properly.

He knew from the start he wouldn't be able to keep you forever. But he did not expect it to hurt this much. Is it even possible for him to be feeling this way? This little game of cat and mouse wasn't supposed to become anything more than a flirty, playful game of who can make the other cave first. So how did both of you cave at the same time? And why did he let it go on for so long? These questions kept burning inside his head, setting his brain ablaze.

“Liquor. That's right.. I'll numb these foolish thoughts with some booze and everything will go back to normal in the morning.”

It took him hours to muster the motivation to leave his bed. More than he had anticipated because by the time he got to his usual bar, the sun had already set. The sky pitch black without a single star and the moon being absent.

“The usual, bartender~”

Dazai plopped onto his seat while the barkeep set his glass in front of him. He took the glass in his hand but hesitated the moment the rim of the glass met his lips.

‘You're going to kill your liver like that if you keep drinking like that all the time. I guess I shouldn't be talking considering I do the same, hm~?’

He bit his lip recalling the teasing tone in your voice. Such a hypocrite. But you were well aware of it and never tried to hide that part of you, and that's what made you interesting to Dazai. Humans tend to hold this thought of absolute that they are perfect in some way or another if not completely. But something about the way you owned up to your flaws and wore them like they were your perfections was beautiful to him.

His gaze dropped to his bandaged wrists and he resumed taking a sip from his glass. A soft exhale left him as he set the glass down.

“If only I could have taken some of that self-confidence from you. Regardless, I don't think it would help someone like me who's already so far gone.”

It's funny, he thought he would be the one to leave you behind and break your heart. But no, it was quite the opposite. You left for the very reason he figured was his fault.

‘You can't handle me, Osamu. I'm not asking you to fix me or be my safety pin. I'm warning you that a person like you shouldn't be involved with someone like me. I'm dangerous for myself so much that it affects those around me.’

“You didn't even let me try. How do you know what I can and can't handle? You hardly even got to know me at all.”

Dazai disliked being belittled, especially when others would act like they could read him. But you took it to another level during this little game of chase you did with him. At first it was cute like you were baiting him to come closer as long as he didn't mind getting burned. Until the end when it all came crashing down. No matter how much he drank away the thoughts of you, he couldn't get rid of the image of you. Nor could he ever forget your soft, tender voice.

That night, he suddenly had the urge to spontaneously visit you. He didn't know what would have happened if he didn't show up. But he never regretted it.

“Keep them coming.”

He said to the bartender as he pushed his empty glass away from him. If he kept drinking himself into a blackout, maybe he won't have to remember it. Don't think. Just drink.

***

The icy winds licked at his soft brown locks, brushing them against his cheeks causing him to blink his eyes open. He found himself sitting on a bench around a vacant park. This wasn't just another park, he thought to himself as he glanced at the rock climbing wall. Remembering how the two of you would meet up both drunk nonetheless, and having the most idiotic conversations that probably didn't make any sense now that he thought back on it.

Stupid. Bittersweet. Memories. He stood, swaying to either side as he regained somewhat balance to start walking away. His feet dragging along concrete with a dead look across his face. Why of all places did he end up here?

‘What are you doing here, Dazai? Get the fuck out!’

He winced recalling that night. When he decided to visit you on a whim. Although it was really because he missed you but, he would never admit to that. You were covered in so much blood that night. You pushed him away harder than he could have ever imagined. It shocked him so much, that he barely had time to react to you slamming the door on his face.

One moment to the other, you suddenly were clinging to him and begging for him to never leave. The tears in your eyes matched the desperate tone in your voice. That mood didn't last as it quickly shifted to boiling anger once more. And again, Dazai was being shoved out of your apartment in a fit of self-destructive rage. He remembered when he finally got you to calm down after letting you ride out your blackout. There wasn't a whiff of liquor on your breath.

It was a cold night like this one, the only difference being that you were gone now. Left without a trace except the memories that he can't seem to shake off. He flinched and brought his hand to his chest, it felt suddenly difficult to breathe. His heartbeat going at a painfully slow pace. Like he was running low on blood to keep his heart pumping. What a cruel way to die, he chuckled bitterly.

The feeling eased up and he figured it was just the fact he drank too much while being exposed to the cold air for too long. Yet, when he took shelter back home, that feeling came creeping up on Dazai again.

It felt like strings attached to his heart were being severed. He didn't understand why that was his conclusion but it hit him hard when he realized it was because of you. Love truly is the most painful thing in life to experience.

“I wonder.. if you can die from heartbreak.”

Dazai whispered as he closed his eyes and let sleep take him.

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jentrevellan · 4 years

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“No, come back!”

Prompt number: 1

Fandom: Dragon Age

Rating: T

Warnings/Tags: Fluff. Pure, unadulterated fluff. With a fade to black.

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“No, come back!” Cullen called, exasperated. But Elsie snaked out of his arms, ran to the doorway of the stable, winked at him and darted off in a swish of her skirts.

He sighed but smiled as he ran his fingers through his hair, longing for her to mess it up again, to feel her hot breath on his. And he'd had her pinned against the wall of the stable block, determined to claim her then and there (it had been a long journey). But Elsie had other ideas. With a heated kiss that sent his blood pumping, she had grinned wickedly at him and now he found himself alone in these stables, save for their horses, and without his wife in his arms. And he needed her, in more ways than one.

He heard his mabari Dusty bark excitedly in the courtyard, and with a wry grin Cullen adjusted his breeches before following the sound of laughter and barks. In the crumbling courtyard of their new home Winterwatch Tower, Cullen watched Elsie - his wife - tickle the mabari’s belly and laugh when Dusty jumped up and licked her face. She saw him watching her and got to her feet, not breaking eye contact. The breath caught in Cullen’s throat as he fell into her misty grey eyes which twinkled mischievously. He took a step towards her and then another, but she spun on her heel and whistled for the mabari to follow, much to Cullen’s agitation.

“Elsie, please…” he all but whined, as she darted through the courtyard into one of the buildings, the mabari hot on her heels.

He broke into a run, dodging some rubble from the crumbling ruin that was now their home. He tried not to think about how much work it was going to take to get this place habitable, but as he saw a glimpse of her red skirts flurry down a corridor followed by an excited bark, he didn't care. His main goal in this moment was simple - catch his wife and claim her just as she would claim him.

Cullen darted down the corridor and heard a bark from above him. He huffed, running up the wooden staircase, taking two steps at a time. Blood pumped in his ears as he saw Elsie pause at the bottom of a ladder, Dusty jumping around her legs.

“Wait…” he panted, catching up with her, but she just smirked that irresistible smirk of hers and climbed up the ladder with ease, despite only recently missing a limb. He went to the foot of the ladder and watched her climb into the tallest tower, taking a cheeky look under her skirt. Dusty whined next to him, cocking his head.

“What?” he said to the mabari. “I think I’ve earnt the right to admire my wife,” he said, the word still feeling new and exciting to say. Dusty barked in reply and Cullen scratched the dog’s ears before ascending the ladder to catch Elsie.

He climbed eagerly, knowing that within moments he would finally taste her lips, savour her touch and feel whole again. He pulled himself up the hatch and took a moment to catch his breath, looking around the vast room. A few possessions had been added, including a large bed, which sent a jolt of excitement through him. But all breath was taken out of him again when he finally saw Elsie, standing on the balcony.

As eager as he was to take her in his arms and make her forget her own name, he paused. Never before had they had the luxury of taking their time. Everything had been rushed; everything had held an unseeing pressure. But now? They were in a new home together - their home - as husband and wife.

The former Inquisitor stood leaning against the balcony, overlooking the sprawling hills and mountains of the hinterlands. The sunlight warmed her dark chocolate hair that fell down her back, and her hand rested gracefully on the balcony railing, a minor indicator of her nobility. Even when relaxing, she always knew how to hold herself and it was something Cullen had come to greatly admire. He stepped slowly through the room, her figure appearing to glow in the afternoon sun. Her head was tilted up and as he drew closer he saw her eyes close in a small state of tranquillity. Her hair flickered in the warm summer breeze and ticked his nose as he gently slid his arms around her. Instinctively, she leant against him and their bodies melded. This truly was what home felt like. She smelt of lavender and roses and her skin was softer than he remembered, particularly her neck, where he gently swept her hair aside and placed a chaste kiss to her neck, a thrill passing through him as Elsie let out a quiet sigh in response.

“You smell of horse,” she mumbled, turning in his arms.

“You smell delightful,” he replied, cupping her cheek and kissing her softly. “I thought we were past these cat and mouse games.”

Elsie kissed him and he could feel her smile as she did so. “Now where would be the fun in that?”

#fictober #fictober 2020 #cullen x inquisitor #cullen x trevelyan #culsie #cullen x elsie #cullen #commander cullen #cullen rutherford #my writing #cullen romance #cullen fluff #ITS PURE FLUFF OK

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george-mackay-macfine · 4 years

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Wedding plan,

Requested: No / Yes

Synopsis: George need Eleanore to make his ex jealous. Things go further than they both planned.

Word Count: 2,320

A/N: This is an idea for a film I was writing, I hadn’t worked on it on years but wanted to turn it into a George fic cause I love the concept. This hasn’t been proof read,

To begin this, I need to relive the worst time of my life. The time my girlfriend of six years dumped me, out of nowhere.

And to add insult to injury her older sister invited me to her wedding, with an additional plus one…

So, I devised a plan to get her back, a plan which involved my best friend. Eleanore,

To begin I needed to get Eleanore and our friend Michael to agree to come with me, and that meant crashing their movie night.

Through the door to their apartment I could hear the music of Friday the thirteenth playing, and knowing how much Eleanore and Michael scare, I took it as an opportunity.

As I slammed the door open Michael and Eleanore jumped, Eleanore throwing popcorn everywhere.

“I know how I'm winning her back.” I stride into the living room, throwing the door closed behind me.

“Bugger,” Michael moaned picking popcorn out of his wine glass. I sit in front of them on the coffee table.

“Katherine, I know how I’m winning her back.” Eleanore picks popcorn out of her hair, throwing some of the kernels at me.

“Yippie,”

“Who are you again?” Michael snorts. I open my mouth to reply only to be cut off by Michael. “You kind of look like our old friend George, except our old friend George ditched us for some girl and her magical vagina,” Michael stands and sways past me into the kitchen,

“C’mon Michael, she’s not just some girl.”

“He’s right Michael,” I look over to her and give her an appreciative smile. “The world girl isn't being properly used, Medusa may be a closer match?”

“Hey now, c’mon,”

“But you're right. He does have similar features to Michael, for example this one also looks like a total dickhead.” She deadpanned.

“Look I'm sorry guys. I am. I know I've been a shit mate these last couple of weeks.”

“Eight,” Michael called from the kitchen.

“What?”

“Couple means two, you've been a shit mate for longer than that.” Michael finishes, I look at Eleanore who nods her head in confirmation.

“Fine. Eight weeks. Thank you Michael. And I'm sorry for that but guys. I need to see her.”

“She won't see me. Please.” Michael walks out from the kitchen and sits beside Eleanore on the couch. “Please.”

“Fine, What’s your plan?” I pull the envelopes out of my top pocket and hold them towards him.

“This.”

“You're going to write her a letter.” Eleanore raises her eyebrow.

“Bit tame, don't you think mate?” Michael chuckles.

“No, Felicity and Michael's wedding party. She'll be there as Bridesmaid, and we'll be there as guests.”

“But we weren't invited.” Eleanore clicks her fingers and points at Michael in agreement.

“But you were.” I fan the envelopes open, revealing the other two. Eleanore reaches forward and grabs the two addressed for Michael and herself.

“Whose Felicity again?”

“You know this is criminal offence?” Eleanore spoke at the same time as Michael.

“You know Felicity. She used to come to all the parties... She used to be…” I looked to Eleanore for help .

“Bigger…"

“O.” Michael studies his invitation before looking up to me. “I mean sure, you can show up to this thing looking like a total dish, but that's not really going to do anything to her is it? Not going to make her see what a narky cow she's been.”

“I dunno, I suppose I was just going to show up, and show her I've changed.”

“That won't work. It's not going to get her blood pumping is it? Make her jealous.” Michael smirked before he looked to Eleanore. “Eleanore can be your date. For all Katherine knows in the time since she left you, you've gone and coozied up to Elle.”

“Yes, then when the wedding comes we can spend the week in Scotland showing her I've changed, and break up at the reception.” Eleanores face shifts to one of disgust.

“You're mad. You think I want to spend a week in Scotland helping you win back your crazy ex-girlfriend.”

“Please Nore, you're the only one who could make it happen.”

“No I'm bloody not. She hates me, if anything that'll turn her against you even more, idiot.”

“She's a point there mate.” Michael clicks his fingers. I kneel in front of Eleanore and hold onto her hands.

“She doens't hate you. She just isn't your biggest fan.” I began to plead. “Please. I love her, and I need to win her back.”

“Give me one good reason why I should help you."

“I'll give you two. One, you're my closest friends, two because I love her Eleanore. I need her with me.”

“No,” She stands up and walks towards the kitchen. I share a look with Michael.

“... Thomas will be there.” Michael coo’s, Eleanore stops, spins slightly.

“I'm listening.”

“Well, you and Thomas still have that super weird, sexual tension right?”

“You mean their game of cat and mouse they play?” I turned to Michael and raised an eyebrow.

“It's not cat and mouse.”

"Then what would you call it?” I turned back to her.

“Mutual use.”

“Well, why don’t you and George both mutually use each other?” Michael smirked.

And that’s how we ended up here. My best friend Eleanore and I have spent the last four days hanging off one and other, all to irritate our ex’s, or in Elle’s case, 'ignite something in their loins’

I watched her from across the room as I rolled the joint between my fingers, gently rolling the thin cylindrical roll of goodness.

“Turn on some music,” I called from my side of the room as I brought the wrapping to my lips, licking the open end of it.

“On it,” Eleanore opened the window behind her, the cool chill of the Scottish night rushing over me. “Brings back memories doesn’t it?” I heard her call, eliciting a chuckle from behind me.

“All the way back to our first year of University,” I heard her move to the floor where we’d created a nest of cushions and pillows and flip on the stereo. “You know, I always thought it’d be you and I,” I admitted, the wine from the nights dinner going to my head.

“What?”

“Second year of University. Remember we lived with Michael, Morgan, and Freddie in that shitty little house.” I looked at her, laying in the bed we’d made. Her cheeks flushed from the wine we’d drunk.

“Course I remember,” I smiled, the warmth of the memories rushing through me as she looked at me.

“You always used to sneak into my bedroom late at night, after parties.” I finished rolling, “We’d sit out on the roof smoking cheap cigarettes and talk for hours about nothing.” I pulled out a lighter, “To me… back then it was everything.”

“George…"

”First time I met you, I promised myself that I would never fall in love with you, but it was three in the morning and we were laughing way too hard at something stupid,” I walked over and lay beside her, the now lit joint hanging from my lips. “And for the first time in a long time I felt happy, And that’s when I knew I was screwed.”

“Why didn’t you tell me back then?” I passed her the joint,

“I couldn’t lose you.” I gripped her hand as she put the joint between her lips and inhaled. “And then you started to date Thomas. God do you know what it’s like to feel that way about someone who doesn’t feel like that about you?” She slowly let the smoke out as I digested what I’d admitted.

“It’s like drowning, but you won’t fucking drown.” I moved beside her, turning to look at her. God she’s beautiful.

“Who did you love?” She turned to face me, our noses brushing.

“You,” She whispered. “Third year, after Thomas and I broke up for the first time and you’d just started dating Katherine…” She cleared her throat. “You weren’t home a lot… But when you were I sat there, three o’clock in the morning on top of the roof smoking cheap shitty cigarettes, falling in love with you. Your face, your voice. All of you,” I turned away from her, She didn’t move she was still looking at my face.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I whispered.

“Like you, I was afraid of losing you. I’d become so attuned to having you in my life, that the thought of you being anywhere else scared the utter shit out of me.” I turned to look at her again.

“You and I are just one big ‘it’s complicated’ aren’t we?” She let out another buff.

“I think we’re just going to have to be secretly in love with each other, and leave it at that.” The music stops, I look away from Eleanore, she looks towards the stereo. One of us is going to have to move.

“Not it,” I cried quickly.

“Fucking christ, It’s closest to you George.” I shrug and takes the joint from her lips, popping it between my own.

“I won, you move.” She groaned and rolled her body. She was partially laying onto of me as she began reaching above to grab the speaker.

“Jesus, just grab it.” I groaned as her hair fell on my face.

“It’s just ugh, I can’t reach it.”

“Just get it,”

“Fine.” She moved again, straddling my hips, moving to easily reach the speaker. I watched as the pendant slip out from beneath her shirt and dangle over my face.

“You still have this,” My hands grip the pendant, fingers moving over the metal as the music restarted. It was the pendant I’d given her for her birthday in second year.

“Of course I do,” My hands move away from the pendant over her shoulders. My eyes run over her face. I sat up and leant back on my elbows watching her.

“How come I haven’t noticed how beautiful you are lately?” She unconsciously moved down towards me.

“Because you’ve been busy looking at someone else since third year.”

“What a bloody idiot,” I grabbed her and pulled her towards me. My lips meeting hers, I felt the hesitation, and tasted the red wine that stained them. “Don’t think about it,” I whispered before my tongue touched hers. My hands begin to slowly move her shirt off her shoulders as her fingers began to unbutton my shirt. “Nore,” I pulled away looking at her.

“Mutual use,” She whispered.

“George,” Someone called with a loud knock on the door. I shifted, feeling Eleanore’s head bury itself into my chest. “It’s me,” I unwrapped my hands from Eleanore’s body, pushing a kiss to her lips as I got up. Pulling on my pants and shirt I walked to the door, pulling it open.

“Katherine? what are you doing here?”

“I was hoping we could talk, in private.” She tried to peak around the door. I pulled it behind me.

“Let me grab my shoes. Won't be a tick.” I ducked back inside grabbing my shoes and pulling them on. I lent down and kissed Eleanore on the head before rushing back to Katherine. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Us,”

Michael and Eleanore stood out the front of the doors as the crowd gathered. Eleanore clapped her hands as the bride and groom passed by them, others throwing rose petals.

“Well,” Michael started loudly, “For a wedding we only attended to make George’s ex jealous, I am happy for them.”

“Super,” Eleanore muttered.

“Reception time,” Michael fluttered his fingers, his hand wrapping around her wrist.

“Y/N, wait.” I called from behind them, I watched as Eleanore tried to move away quicker pulling Michael with her.

“We don’t want to talk to him?” Michael looked back at me with an eyebrow raised.

“We don’t?”

“Eleanore. Will you talk to me. What's wrong?” She let go of Michael and pulled me to the side.

“I got my hopes up.” She whispered.

“About what?”

“About you actually loving me back.” She whispered, trying to pull away from me. “Forget it.” She sniffled. “It's pathetic really, how much I still hope it's you and me in the end because I know you love her, How much you want her.”

“Eleanore,”

“But I'm still the stupid girl whose been in love with you since third year.”

“But you said,” I took a step backwards, she loves me.

“I know what I fucking said. I lied G. It's you, it's always been you.” She screamed.

“Then why would you agree to this?” I screamed back. “Why would you agree to come to this wedding, to make Katherine jealous?”

“Because I'm an idiot. I thought that if we spent time together, and pretended to be together you would somehow see it's me. Not her,” She moaned hands covering her eyes. “I’m an idiot.”

“Nore, you’re my best-friend.”

“Friends don't look at each other the way we do George,” Her eyes moved behind me, filling with flames. Someone was walking towards us, and I could only guess it was Katherine.

“Nore…”

“George, come on the party is starting.” Katherine reached out and wraps her arm around my bicep.

“Good enough to fuck, but nothing more.” I heard her whisper. “And you…” Her eyes turned to Katherine. “Fuck you, You made me feel like I was never good enough, for Thomas, for George.” Her face fell. “Guess what. I was good enough. I am good enough.” Behind her Michael clapped loudly, Thomas even joined in.

“Eleanore, let me talk.”

“I almost wish we'd never met George.” She rushed away from me, her cheeks pooling with tears.

“C’mon George, the party…”

“Did you know about this?” I asked Michael. "Why didn't you say something? We're just friends.” I screamed. “Why would you suggest this,” My chest heaved with the effort.

#george mackay #georgemackay #george mackay fanfic #george mackay imagine #george mackay smut

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