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neonovember · 11 months

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Oh my GOD oh my for okay though that new fic you wrote with Carmy? 12/10 chefs kiss mwah mwah MWAH!! 💕💕💕 That part with Carmy going ballistic and beating the shit out of that asshole customer I LOVED it!! Now it’s got me thinking of Carmen going absolutely feral, just insane if he’s in the kitchen cooking and calling orders, while you’re out front taking orders from customers. He and the rest of the kitchen just go silent and stop in their tracks when they hear a guy just screaming at the top of his lungs at you, using the absolute most vile words against you and Carmen just sees red, especially if whoever it is ups and yells something along the lines of “You stupid fucking whore-“ and Carmen’s just a blur as he POUNCES on this guy. (Richie’s either cheering him on or trying with all his strength to claw Carmen off before he straight up kills the guy)

Office Doors

Oooh you guys are spoiling me rotten with these requests…I love a good feral fic every once in a while and this one was..well you'll know what i'm talking about once you've read it ;) I haven't written Carmen in a day and I miss him already, school has been up my ass so if you have sent me a request, don't worry it's being written, and re-written and-. Thank you anon for getting my gears going and your lovely messages 🥰🥺 ur support means the world

warnings: swearing, objectification and misogyny, angst, oral (f recieving), smut, thigh riding (?), porn with plot, feral!carmen

carmen berzatto x reader!

(This is totally and completely canon btw)

You stretch your body across the diner tables, dipping a dirty cloth into lukewarm soapy water before rinsing it out. The lunch rush had just slowed to a even pace, the sound of Carmen yelling out dishes from his line finally quieting down.

You have just a little time to spare, and you spent that time quickly wiping down the Beef’s tables that had begun to accumulate a few too many stains and unfinished crumbs of bread.

You had grown up in a home that was always messy, all the time. And no matter how much times you had asked, and no matter how much times you had just done the chores themselves, the clutter of dirty dishes and old wet clothes in the laundry had permanently been embedded into your family home.

It’s partially why you had loved the sterile laboratory of you culinary kitchens. Clutter caused your skin to itch with anxiety, it made you feel dirty, and with the way you scrub the diner tables a little too hard you wonder if it's another one of the many joy’s your family had given you.

And whilst the Beef was so different from your environment back in culinary school, it wasn’t necessarily worse. In fact, you had grown to fall in love with the quirks of the kitchen, the ‘fuck you carmen’ napkin holder, the too small walkway, the framed pictures of beloved regulars and the staff’s families. Most of all, however, was the family you had built here, the kind you couldn't find working under a domineering CDC.

The kind that had always been waiting for you, been planted deep into the earth like roots.

Besides, you and Carmen had bonded together during the late nights after most of the family had gone home. Were you both were left, scrubbing the floor together in a rhythmic silence that seemed to be more therapeutic than work.

You’ve nearly finished wiping down the last of the stools perched against the counter top of the front when a loud guffawing causes you to break your trance-like state.

Jovial yelling breaks into the rarely quiet restaurant as the door swings open, and a stream of rowdy men dressed in pullovers and fleece jackets, with scarves and basketball hats of distinct sport team colours wrapped around their necks.

One man is fully decked out, sporting the jersey and beanie of what seemed to be a hockey team. The boom of his voice indicates he was the loudest too, unaware of the grumble of patrons around the restaurant that had grown annoyed at the man's violent rambling.

You breath out a sigh, finishing off wiping down the bar stools and putting the bucket of dirty water under the front counter. Before ironing out any creases in your apron and preparing yourself for the absolute headache this would cause.

They were a familiar bunch, usually coming in after games late after the dinner rush. It seemed there was a game during the early morning, as they grumble about not having anything to eat the entire day.

Their loud and annoying and swear too much and Carmen hates the way one of them looks at you but they order a shit ton of food and fuck if the bear needs money, what can you say.

Your eyes glance at a cup of coffee Richie had accidently left under the register, and you suddenly crave your afternoon pick me up well after the afternoon. The men begin walking up to the register, ignoring your polite greeting and going straight into listing off items from the menu as if you were a machine. You nod along all the words they were saying, and soon enough you give up on writing it down as they’ve practically ordered the entire menu safe for a few appetiser's.

“Make it quick, yeah? We’re bloody starving '' One of the men calls out from his seated position in one of the booths and you give them a tight lipped smile, resisting the urge to throw that coffee mug at him.

Carmen peeks his head from the entryway leading to the kitchen, his unruly ashy blonde curls falling to the sides as he shares a look with you, as if to say ‘you alright? And you nod in that unspoken way the two of you have and tell him that you can handle it. Working in a kitchen didn't have to teach you how to deal with assholes, you had your family to thank for that one again.

You hear the familiar sound of Carmen shouting out orders, and the sizzle of pans and boiling pots increase in order to push out the lengthy order before more foot traffic would pour in.

You’re trying to fix the register when it happens, something gets caught in the old janky machine, causing the cash drawer to get stuck as you have to hit its sides at a certain angle to get it to open up again. Years and Carmen refuses to get it fixed, or buy a new one all together, resorting to having it taped up and banged every couple hours to get it working again.

You almost don’t see him, until he is leaning against the counter, into the space between the cash register and you, a greasy smile pulling at his features and he watches you. You bite back a grimace at the way his eyes trail down your apron, fixated on the dip of skin that peeks from the top of your shirt.

“Something you need Sir?” You ask politely, taking a tentative step back, your hand gripping the edge of the counter.

The man smiles strangely at your comment, cocking his head to the side before replying suggestively

“I definitely want something”

You cough, biting back your knee-jerk response to hurl at him, you can feel the burn of embarrassment against your cheeks and you swallow as you try to reply with a steady response.

“You’re food will be out in a short-while-”

“You know, I think I’ve seen you around here, are you new to town?” The man tries to strike up a conversation

“Came here a few years ago and haven’t left since” You reply with a tight smile

“Ah! I know where you're from exactly now” The man replies with a grin that pulls his face upwards, it's eerie, his smile, like he knows something he shouldn't.

“There’s this porn star online, looks exactly like you, it’s kind of insane” The man replies with a smile that deepens as you stammer

You feel humiliated as you stare back at him, you don’t know what to say, and his eyes continue trailing down your body in a way that makes you feel disgustingly objectified. He’s reduced you to an object for him to gawk at, and you see the way the men behind him jeer and laugh that this is all a play to intimidate you.

You want to run straight home and scrub yourself clean, wash away the feeling of his imprinted gaze down the drain.

“You think we can recreate one of her videos when you get off work here?” The man replies, a glint in his eyes.

“What? You- you” You stammer and he breaks out into a laugh

“Awh, look at her, fucking shaking. Don’t tell me this is your first time?” The man eggs on to his friends, who have begun laughing and cheering him on.

You grit your teeth, trying to get the words out as you glance towards the kitchen, where was he? He leg twitches in want, wanting to get Carmen, wanting to run from the restaurants, wanting to run from the embarrassment and disgust you felt.

The flashes of Richie and Syd passing by is all you can see, the booming voice of Carmen being too wrapped up in the orders to notice what was happening.

“C'mon, just give me your number” The man presses on, leaning in so that only you can hear “It isn't like I don't know where you work” Before he leans back, muttering a halfhearted kidding under his breath

“You are disgusting” You spit out, trying to sound as confident as you can, and the mans eyebrow twitches, and he cocks his head like he was confused.

“What? I’m doing you a favour here, I'm actually a nice guy you know? Not one of those assholes on the street” The man scoffs, moving closer towards you and you have a feeling the man is waiting for a reason to lunge at you.

“Just, just take your food and your buddies and go alright? There doesn’t have to be a fight or-or” You continue, trying to de-escalate the situation and get him to just leave you the fuck alone.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m doing you a fucking favour and now your kicking me out?” The man begins to get heated, and his friends behind him watch on in silence, you can notice other customers begin to look your way, sensing the rising anger filling the room. You slowly step back, looking for something to shield yourself in case he comes at you.

“What, you think because you work you have some- some what, control? I don't think you know how this works doll, you give me your number, and I dump my load in you because your nothing but a stupid fucking whore” The man bellow, it’s so loud that it echoes through the Beef, that it reaches even the kitchen sinks where Manny is washing up.

The man’s face grows red as the veins near his neck begin to pop out, he emphasises the last word, spitting it out like that was all you were.

The restaurant goes silent as the man heaves in exertion, the sound of Carmen shooting out orders is mute now, the slice of steel against bamboo stops, and the bear is fucking quite for the first time since it opened.

Your body is pushed against the wall, near the swinging doors into the Kitchen, and you can see Carmen back to you, he has stopped cutting at his station, and the outline of muscle contracts under his white shirt.

Carmen turns, slowly, he turns to the family, as they all momentarily stop their tasks in shock at what they had just heard. He begins to chuckle a little to himself, as he replies in a quiet voice you and the man can still hear.

“What did he just say?”

“Did he really say that? Did he really?” Carmen laughs to himself, nodding and gripping his hands into tight fists as the restaurant air gets thin. The man who had been screaming at you looks towards Carmen in confused fear, not knowing why this man was laughing and yet understanding he had completely fucked up.

The rest of the patrons can hear Carmen’s words, eyes widening, as they realise they were about to be collateral to a very one sided beat down. The crew looked at Carmen in silence, they had been used to Carmen's hot-headed temper, his bursts of anger that was more passion than rage. But this? This quiet silence of Carmen’s words, the way his chest heaves as you glances at your frightened position against the wall? They genuinely feared what he would do next, a silent rage like no other begins to envelop the restaurant, the air thin and suffocating as Carmen begins to walk through the kitchen and into the front counter.

“Don’t call an ambulance this time” Carmen mutters to Richie as he passes him by, Carmen’s eyes are fixed on you, trailing down your body before fixating on the shake of your hands. Carmen knows you well, and it’s the clench of your throat, like you're suffocating, like you can’t breath that snaps something in Carmen.

A malevolence Carmen has never felt spills into his gut, the burn of anger spreading against his chest until hes practically shaking with it, he is filled with this heart ache, like his heart is split in two and gushing as he realises his been cutting fucking chives whilst you nearly died.

And something predatory fills Carmen, like he must prove to himself he can protect you, and in one swift move, like muscle memory etched into his bones, Carmen jumps over the front counter and swings his fist in one clean motion, knocking the man across the room.

The man’s body crumbles as he slams into the hardwood floor of the Beef, the immediate groan of twisted pain and pleads leave the man's mouth and Carmen is just so sick of his goddamn voice.

It all went quiet then, the noise of Sydney yelling, of his friends, of the man’s heaving wet coughs, the air conditioner, all white noise. Carmen’s hand reaches for his ankle, dragging him back from his crawling escape.

“Oh, no no no, we’re not escaping now are we?” Carmen grunts, his voice lower than it usually is.

Carmen wraps an arm around his throat, holding him there as he brings down his fist across his face. The wet sound of bones crunching into muscle and skin go on forever, bouncing across the room until the throaty heave of the man is all that is left of him. Carmen cannot stop the swing of his fists, something possesses him and as one of the men in hockey colours tries to grab Carmen arm he throws him back into the stack of barstool's piled near the tables. He is facing his back to you again, and you state, fixated on how his body moves to support him, the contracts and outline of his strong back, his large forearms that break bone with a mere swing.

His face swollen beyond recognition, piss and blood leaking from him, eyes bloodshot and awry.

Carmen picks him up by his collar, the smudge of blood dripping down and staining his vest, whispering into his ear as the man’s eyes widen in harrowed fear.

“Apologise”

“..Whatnhn?” The man mumbles, the feel of his tongue swelling up and going numb, Carmen presses a hand against the man's bruised stomach, pushing against the broken bone of his ribs until the Man wails in agony.

“Apologise to her or I swear to god I’m breaking your fucking legs”

The man spits out an apology, but you’re not looking at him, staring transfixed at Carmen, at the way he’s golden curls fall across his eyebrows, at the way his muscles flex against his white shirt, at the way droplets of blood are splattered across the skin of his jaw. Carmen looks towards you, and something dark takes over his cerulean blues, blowing them out.

“Do you accept? Huh honey?”

You nod, letting an exhale out and Carmen tosses the man to a pile on the floor, reaching for your hand and dragging you to the office, you can hear the scatter of shoes as the men drag their friend out of the beef, and the crew looks towards each other in satisfaction, but also in knowing, in knowing they wouldn't dare open those office doors.

The soft glow of the office is a stark difference to the bright light of the front counter, and you have to blink a couple times for your eyes to adjust, and when you do Carmen’s face is inches from you, leaning you against the office doors, his arm above your head.

“You didn't- didn’t have to” You mumble, your voice caught in your throat for a different reason.

Carmen looks down at you, shaking his head in amusement

“Don’t lie to me, you enjoyed that more than I did” Carmen whispers, leaning down near your ear, pressing his nose against the curve of your neck.

You let out a breathless sigh, and Carmen groans as he smells that familiar vanilla always hinted on your skin Carmen could smell when you passed by you. Now, now, he can practically taste it right on his tongue.

The truth was, you did enjoy it, despite being non confrontational and cringing every time Richie would show you a fight where the crunch of bone on gravel makes you shudder, you were transfixed by Carmen.

By the way he broke the man to a heaving mess with just his fuckinf fists, those same arms that are edging closer and closer to you, how would they feel between your thighs? The thought wraps itself tight in your belly, and you have to squeeze your thighs for friction.

No one had done that to you, no one had done that for you, and in a strange way it felt nice to be protected. To be wanted, and it causes a need to start building deep within you.

Carmen's eyes fall to you, and his eyebrow twitches as a look of guilt washes over his features.

“I should’ve been there, I- fuck, did he do anything? Let me get a look at you” Carmen replies softly, grabbing your wrists to look for any bruises he feared you had.

“I’m fine, just a little, uhm, shaken up you know? Said some pretty horrible things” You reply, scratching at your neck as your mind replays the way he had reduced you to a thing.

Carmen shakes his head, his teeth grinding as he grips his fists, his biceps flexing.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that, deal with people like fucking him, I swear to god if I find him on the street I’m gonna-“

“Gonna what? Finish off the job? There is always going to be guys like him, that isn’t going to change, and it’s something I have to deal with. But what I can’t deal with is if you get yourself thrown into a jail cell because of-of me” You reply, shaking your head and Carmen looks at you like he’s in love.

Gripping a hand to your chin, Carmen raises it so that you catch the burn of his cerulean blues as you can see.

“And That would be an honourable death for me” Carmen mutters, and you can’t take your eyes off him, until you're gripping his blood stain shirt tight against your chest until the suppression groans leaving his mouth are kissed into your neck.

You want him, want to taste him on your tongue, want to feel his weight against it.

“Fuckin come here” Carmen groans out, reaching to wrap his hand around your jaw as he presses his lips against your own. The muffled of your moans escape your lips and Carmen slips his tongue between them.

His pillowy soft lips wrap around your own, his nose bumping into your cheek as he wraps an arm around your back, pushing you against the office doors. It’s all teeth and tongue, the clash of teeth and muffled groans leaving the both of you.

The suppression of both your desires falling between you two until you don’t stop to come up for air.

It’s addicting the way he kisses you, and you have to grip his shoulder as an anchor as he begins to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin there before dipping down to your clavicle.

You let out a moan as he blows cold air against the dip of your breasts, and Carmen looks down at you, his eyes heavy as he watches the way you shiver, waiting for him to give you what you want.

Carmen rips open your shirt, his eyes trailing across the curve and dip of your breasts, he mutters something under his breath, something like “beautiful” as his finger trailing the lace before unclipping it and tossing it behind him.

Carmen cups one of your breasts, circling your nipple before wrapping his lips around it and sucking, you arch your back to him, and he follows it until he rests and your hip, squeezing the skin there as his eyes roll back at the taste of you.

“Please..” You groan out, your eyes watching the way Carmen pressing soft circles into your skin, he looks up at you in confusion, the hint of a smile curving at his lips.

“Please what?” Carmen replies, sucking bruises beneath your tits, drawing it out on purpose, having too much fun watching you suffer.

“Nmfha” You mumble incoherently when Carmen flicks his tongue around your nipple, whilst squeezing the other in his cold hands.

“I can’t hear you, what do you want?” Carmen replies with a hint of a moan, he’s having trouble himself, bucking his hips up into you as he watches the way you shake from his lips

“Wanna feel you Carm, wanna taste you” You groan out with a moan, Carmen grunts at your response, his eyes growing dark and heavy, and in one swift move, he hoist you up and swipes the coffee mugs and papers left scattered across his desk before placing you on the edge.

You spread your thighs, making room for him and he steps between them.

“You wanna feel me sweet girl? You want me to take care of you? Please let me take care of you” Carmen pleads, rutting up against you as he tries to suppress the want pressing tight against his jeans.

“Carm” you groan out as Carmen tugs your jeans down leaving you in your lace underwear that Carmen grinds his jaw at, you don’t realise it but Carmen blue apron is discarded somewhere in the room, and as he carries you towards the coach you tug at his white shirt.

He rips it off him in one move, and you drag your fingers across the deep of defined muscle that flexes under your touch.

Carmen moves your thighs so that you're pushed towards the edge of the couch, and he kneels between you, pressing a soft kiss to your knee, before trailing up your thighs. Carmen had been teasing you before but now there is a frantic eagerness in the way he touches you, like if he doesn’t taste you on his tongue he might combust.

Carmen hooks a finger into your underwear,pulling them down until you were bare for him. Carmen’s eyes glisten as he states at you, naked under him and sweating. God the image imprints in his mind and he wishes he can stay here forever.

Carmen presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, and your thighs shake in need, Carmen flicks his eyes up to you, and keeps eye contact, as he licks one long strip across your folds, closing his eyes and he groans at the taste of you. You contort you back at the pleasure the waves through you, eyes rolling back at the pressure of his tongue sucking your clit.

“Fucking- taste so” Carmen mumbles, before dipping his tongue between your folds, dragging it up and down, the sound of your heightened moans ripping through him.

Dipping his tongue in your hole, Carmen pushes a finger between your thighs, presses soft circles around your clit as his tongue works your folds. Your thighs shake around the curls of his head and he pushes a hand down at your stomach to stop you from moving, making you take every wave of pleasure he pulls from you.

“Carm, please, they’re going to hear us” You groan out, and Carmen shakes his head, causing his tongue to drive deeper into you, before looking up at you,

“Let them”

Carmen stretches you out with his tongue, pushing it into you and out until your heaving, his thumb is pressed against your clit, and he pushes a finger into you before sucking onto your bud.

You begin to see flashes of stars, as he thrusts a finger into your hole whilst sucking you, he scissors you open, curving his finger in a way that hits a particular spot that has you raising your hips, trying to pull yourself off of him, the white hot burn of pleasure getting too much.

“There baby? Right there?” Carmen groans out, thrusting his finger to hit that spot over and over

Carmen grips your hips, pushing you down, deeper, harder onto his mouth and fingers, pressing a second digit into you as he curves it to pull that sweet moan from your lips.

Carmen had many names, but his favourite was the broken syllabus of his own between your lips when you fell apart on his tongue.

“S’ close, so close Carmy, please” You babble out, before resigning yourself to the burn of pleasure the feels like fucking nirvana, it’s all around you, Carmen, this pleasure, it’s all you can taste.

“I know baby, I know, I’m going to take care of you okay, sweet girl?” Carmen groans, thrusting his hips into the floor, searching for friction as he watches the way your eyes roll back.

Carmen laps at your core, pushing the digits deeper, curving them upwards until you were screaming, he pushes your face down to look at him, he wants to see your face as you fall apart, and the coil that has begun to wrap itself tight snaps when he nibbles at your over sensitive clit and you see the way his dark eyes watch you, his eyebrows furrowed and your slick coats his chin.

You can’t feel anything but the white hot pleasure that rocks through you, you aren’t in your body, floating away in the pure saccharine pleasure of Carmen’s tongue and he laps at the pleasure dripping between your folds.

You mumble incoherent words, the only thing leaving your lips is Carmen’s name as you babble, spit dripping from your open mouth as you're left in a heap, Carmen leaving you dumb.

Carmen works you through your release, licking and sucking at your sweet slick that he gathers on his tongue. You see the way he thrusts into the carpet, trying to find friction as the scene in front of him becomes too much.

The thought splits something within you, seeing how Carmen got off to getting you off was out of this world, causing the pleasure to start building in your core again.

You drag Carmen up to meet your lips, and then push his tongue between your lips, causing you to taste him on your tongue. Carmen pushes his finger between his lips, sucking on the shine of slick coated there, his eyes heavy as he watches the way you grind your hips against him.

He pushes his digits into your mouth, groaning at the way you suck on them eagerly. You push him to lean his back against the coach, before manoeuvring your hips to straddle him.

You rock your hips against his jeans, feeling the way the indent pushes and bumps against your core, Carmen throws his head back, his curls falling over his forehead and he grabs your hips, pushing you deeper, down down down until he is thrusting up into you.

You grip his shoulders raising your hips before pulling his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. Carmen forces himself to look down at you, his gaze watching the way you tug at his length, swiping a thumb across the red tip, dragging pre cum down the thick girth of him.

Carmen groans out, gripping your hips tight, and you raise up, lining yourself perfectly before sinking down on him.

Carmen’s groans are beautiful, rumbling from his chests as he squeezes his eyes shut, you fit so perfectly around him, the heat and warmth and slick of you wrapped tight around his cock. His length is thick and girth, and you have to adjust to his size, moaning at the way he fills you up just right.

As you begin to move, Carmen presses a hand, begging for you to wait

“Just, one second, fuck you feel so good I might cum from one thrust”

“Who says this is a one time thing?” You reply with a wicked smile, and Carmen groans loud at that.

You raise your hips, dragging your self on him before sliding down, your grind against him and he heaves in the pleasure of your tightness around him.

It had been so long, and the feeling of you is almost too much.

You struggle to raise your hips high enough, and Carmen wraps his hands tight around your hips before raising you himself, driving himself up into you and thrusting hard.

This new angle allows him to go deeper, and you meet his upward thrusts, groaning out as he fucks you dumb. You look gorgeous above him, the way your tits bounce with every thrust up has him hard all over again.

“Just like that baby girl, keep going, doing so fucking well, my baby” Carmen groans out, and you begin to shake at the combination of his praise the the feeling of his cock driving into you impossibly deep.

You want to make him feel good and you say this to him, causing his eyes to roll back when you squeeze yourself around him, hard, until his thrusts have to drive into you even harder.

The coach freaks loudly from Carmen’s pace, and he slams you down, positioning his cock deep into you, causing you to press half circles into your shoulder, scratching at his biceps and gripping the nape of his hair that causes him to rumble out your moaned name.

You can feel him getting close, his thrust growing sloppy and deep, you tighten around him, and his eyes are in a trance, watching the way you fit around him so perfectly.

Carmen moves to fold himself upright against you, and your eyes roll back to your head as you feel yourself climb up a familiar peak.

Carmen presses a hard kiss against your lips as you groan out, and as he slips a hand into your conjoined bodies, circling your clit you have to shove your fist into your hand to stop from screaming.

The feel of Carmen’s length driving into you and the sound of his ragged moans, mixed with the over stimulation against your clit, you can’t help but fall apart around his cock.

You squeeze yourself tight around Carmen, and he cries out, his thrusts growing slow as he joins you over the cliff, his cock thrusting up into you with spasms. His cheeks are a blush red, his tongue poking out as he follows both of your orgasms.

You fall against his chest, exhausted, pressing your cheek so that it rested against the hard muscle of his pecs. You swallow back a breath, gripping your hand around Carmen’s, as he brings it up to place a soft kiss.

Your thighs are still shaking from stimulation, and Carmen caresses a hand across them, rubbing soft circles and you lay across his chest.

You stay like this for a moment, basking in the bliss of pleasure and sex and the soft curves and dips of your bodies.

After a bit, Carmen has to slip his out cock from your thighs, eyes fixated on the way your ecstasy mixed with his one drips down your thighs.

“Fucking gorgeous” Carmen replies, and you look up at him in surprise

“What? You don’t think I'll find you gorgeous after this?” Carmen smiles down at your flustered state, he brushes back the sweat and tears dripping down your cheeks.

“That was..you are. Well fuck, Carmen, why didn’t this happen sooner?” You reply, he manoeuvres you so that your legs lay across his thighs.

“Yeah, uh, we’ll I’ve got a whole bucket of shit you don’t want dragging you down” Carmen replies scratching his neck, suddenly more shy as he lay his heart bare to you.

“Yeah, we’ll you gave me no choice when you practically murdered that man” You reply, biting back a smile, as you press soft circles around his thumb.

“Should’ve fucking murdered him…”

“What happens now?” Carmen replies, looking at you nervous that this was you just scratching an itch, because he was head over heels in love with you and he would never recover

“God Carmen, you didn’t realise I’m in love with you already?” You reply with a smile, “Practically the entire restaurant does”

Carmen looks up at you in wonder, his eyebrows furrowing as your words hit him hard. You loved him? You loved him. He wants you to repeat it a hundred times, he wants to hear your tongue say those words to him again.

“You are incomparable” Carmen mutters under his breath, before wrapping you tight against his chest, pressing a kiss that feels different now, less crazed and rushed and fueled by heated passion. It was new, it felt like a start of something.

“You think they’re okay out there?” You reply with a start.

“Hell no” Carmen replies, and you can’t help but laugh as you push your head through a shirt Carmen had passed to you.

You and Carm may have just confessed your love to one another, but you still had a goddamn restaurant to run.

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cranberryjuice-posts · 3 months

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a Clarisse la rue x reader where the reader is blind? it seems good? I just like your writing so I accept any plot you make on top of it

YIPEE‼️‼️

Love is driving me a bit insane

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Child of Aphrodite! Blind! Reader

An - You not the shit bitch You not even the fart‼️‼️‼️

Clarisse knew she had liked you more than a friend since the first time you Met. Ok sure she’ll admit at first she though you were weak for the simple fact you were blind- normally you wore a pair of feminine Prada sunglasses which complimented your skin tone and hair unnaturally well, aswell as adding a sense of beauty to your appearance. which was why it wasn’t a shock when you were claimed my Aphrodite.

Your cabin had been placed on her team for capture the flag. Clarisse at first was annoyed with this since she didn’t know where to place you however after you proved your strengths with your siren like charm speak she fell in love. That and the fact silenas constant battering for her to admit her feelings may or may not of helped

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Since then clarisse had made it her mission to be around you as much as she could. You enjoyed the attention of the daughter of ares which ended with you two becoming close.

You noticed Alot of things, like how you noticed how strong the bond-fire was in-front of you.. You also noticed when you were close to clarisse, how fidgety she got it was especially noticeable how quiet she got.. you found it cute.

You faced towards clarisse reaching your hand out to grab her arm. The daughter of ares jumped. “Yes what do you need” she almost to quickly responded. You gave a small laugh. “I want some water, if you don’t mind” you flirted.

Clarisse immediately stood up running off to get you a drink. You laughed to yourself as you heard her yell at different kids stressing about something simple like a water.

People thought they were sly and you were dumb, that just because you couldn’t see somehow that also meant you couldn’t hear.

“She’s a freak i mean have you seen her charm speak— it’s like a monster”

“I bet clarisse just hangs out with her out of pitty”

“Oh definitely she probably only wears those sunglasses because she has ugly eyes, I wonder why Aphrodite even claimed her”

“I know i wouldn’t of”

You gripped your walking stick with anger trying to calm down. “Ok I found a Fiji water from one of your sisters but I also have sparkling thanks to the Hermes cabin and oh! There’s also a—“

“I want to go back to my cabin” You harshly spoke trying to keep the tears at bay. Clarisse set the waters down before crouching infront of you, she touched you knee softly rubbing it. You could feel her harsh stare trying to figure out what was wrong. “Now please” You whispered.

“Yeah.. Yeah ok” she responded.. once back at the cabin you found your way to a bed you assumed was yours before lying down. You hated how people assumed shit about you just because you were blind, at least try to be creative about the insults.

———

The following day went as planned. You went to the straw berry feilds and picked some of the fruit, read some with a few brail books gifted to you by Chiron and walking around camp enjoying yourself.

Clarisse soon found you sitting on a bench laughing with your sister silena. The brighter girl looked over and mouthed a ‘ask her out’ to clarisse. She laughed at the girls embarrassed reaction before leaving.

“Silena?” You asked while tapping your index on the table an old nervous habit.

“No no it’s me” clarisse spoke up, she was flustered in the fact that silena had dipped on you two. You smiled once you realized who it was. “It’s my favorite daughter of ares huh”

“Oh you have favorites now?”

“Yeah but make-sure not to tell anyone else” you chuckled with the other girl.

Clasisse noticed immediately, the way your shoulders hanged and the sense of insecurity in your voice. “You ok?” She asked leaning over on the table while gently touching your hand.

You dismissed her by nodding. “Yeah im Fine don’t worry about it”

the daughter of ares however didn’t buy it. “Liar”

“Narcissistic”

Your little back and forth game was one you both enjoyed.. you sighed and took off your glasses allowing clarisse to see your rare eyes, they shined like pearls in the sunlight. “Some girls I heard.. they were saying some uh fucked ip shit about me” You started while fiddling with your hands. “But uh they said that you only hangout with me out of pity..Is that true”

While you would of never knew you had made eyecontact with the woman infront of you. Clarisse grabbed your hands unexpectedly which made you jump slightly.

“Your a fucking dumbass if you think that’s true” she scoffed, Clarisse brought your hand to her lips before softly kissing your knuckles. “Everytime I talk to you it’s like Cupid is messing with me, you should of told me what those girls were saying and I would of defended you”

You had to take a minute before softly laughing with a flustered face. “Clarisse? Are you confessing to me right now”

Clarisse reached forward tucking a stray of your hair away “I guess I am” she mumbled.

“Guess I should to hm?”

You trailed your hands from the girls palms up her arms and to her shoulders, you placed your arms around her neck before leaning in to kiss her.

Clarisse while shocked kissed back, she was embarrassed as being new to the whole love thing — her kissing skills being evident of that.

Once you two had eventually pulled away but kept your faces close you were able to finally hear silena who was now cheering in the background.. and was that Charlie.

“OH my gods silena!” Clarisse yelled.

“Really?” You questioned sarcastically. Your sister from what you could tell just continued to laugh.

You faced back to clarisse and shook your head. “Just ignore her” You softly spoke before kissing her again

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Only you — ayato x f!reader

based on this request! i actually kind of went all out for this request cause it liked it very much, I did change a few things tho! sorry for the wait anon :(.

MDNI, NSFW WARNING! this fic contains; p in v sex, oral (f.receiving), p*rn with too much plot 😭, fingering (f.receiving), virginity loss, hymen breaking, slight mentions of blood, gentle!ayato, kinda ooc?, purity culture (?), reader is almost hit (not by ayato), infidelity (?, reader is engaged but her fiancé is a dumb cunt), angst to fluff to smut to fluff! + not proofread cause I had to rush this a little.

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“So what did you say to the proposal?” The old and annoying voice of an elder reached ayato's ears, making him sigh out loudly before he put his brush down and looked up to the older man.

He was one of the few elders who oversee the tri-commission of inazuma together, there has been news that two of the clans have produced heirs and settled succession, the one lacking behind is the kamisato clan, the eldest son wasn't even betrothed.

This obviously led to immense pressure for heirs on the clan, everyone was urging ayato to get married and begin producing children, many proposals have come forward, which he rejected.

“I refused.” Ayato simply says, with a bored expression, he thinks this whole ordeal is stupid, he obviously still had many years left on him, he can produce heirs slowly, there really was no rush.

“Ayato,” the old man pauses and licks his lips before continuing, “I know you think we are being stupid, but by marrying and producing heirs, the kujou and hiiragi clan have indirectly said that they will continue to be a part of the tri-commission and that they will never be replaced. You, however, refusing to even simply marry has led to common folk of inazuma to spread rumors that the position of the kamisato clan have become weak.”

“Those are just rumors, we still have the same power and position as before.” Ayato retorts back before picking up his brush before dipping it in black ink and continuing to finish writing on the scroll.

“There are vile rumours surrounding the clan, both on political and personal matters, some even suggesting that you are barren and impotent—” the man seethes which makes ayato grip his brush so tightly that it cracks in the middle, the old man composes himself as he notices that.

“—which is why you aren't getting married, or have any bastards you can legitimize, they speculate.” he finishes and clears his throat, ayato looks at the scroll below him, the writing now messed up.

“I will take care of those rumours, there is nothing to worry about.” he answers calmly even though he was filled with anger, how dare they question him like that? whoever started those rumours clearly intended on sabotaging the clan.

“Ugh, at least marry off your sister.” the old man says frustrated which makes ayato glare at him, “Her children will be just as rightful heirs to this clan.” he taps his feet impatiently.

“Watch your tongue, besides, she is too young.” ayato says as anger starts spilling out of him, he was already filled with rage due to this entire ordeal, now suggesting that he marry his dear sister off when she barely just became of age filled him with fury.

“Listen my Lord, I know that you were angry with this but consider it, there are many fine men—” before he could finish his sentence the scroll that ayato was writing on was lifted and thrown in the man's direction, missing his face by a little gap.

“Get out!” ayato shouts, breathing heavily as he tried to contain his anger, the old man quickly scurries off in fear, leaving ayato alone.

He breathes a sigh of relief and relaxes his body, resting on the table in front of him, dozing off as he slowly recollects what just happened, he sighs heavily once again before holding his head in his hands, thinking about what to do.

Stress brought him to where he usually doesn't dare going, a red light area or more commonly known as the entertainment district, various forms of entertainment can be found here, but mostly it's sexual.

He didn't really know what he was doing here, he had gone out for a walk to clear his mind but found himself further away from his home and on the streets of the entertainment, he looked around to see many people, the sun had set only awhile ago yet this place was crawling with customers who frequent this area.

Maybe he was offended that people would even question his manhood, deeming him barren and impotent just because he didn't produce any heirs or father any bastards, he scoffed. He wasn't that experienced yes, but he had bedded a few women.

He entered one of the popular brothels in hopes of relieving his stress while also hoping rumours would circulate that he visited this area which will put an end to those vile rumours, as he made his way further inside he spotted a woman sitting there and playing an instrument while humming to herself, his eyes widened slightly.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, for some reason it felt like the world just stopped moving as he took in her beauty, the way her hair is slightly disheveled, dressed in a plain and simple kimono, she looked absolutely perfect to him.

The owner of the brothel notices him, immediately recognizing him as the lord of the kamisato clan due to his posture and clothes and mainly the sigil.

“My Lord.” she bows to him which makes him snap out of his trance and nod in acknowledgement.

“What brings you here? If it isn't rude of me to ask, you are a very esteemed person after all.” she compliments him, to which he responds with “Oh, just to relieve some pent up stress.”

“Oh! You're at the right place then my Lord, we have many fine women— mina is one of–” as she starts suggesting she is quickly cut off by ayato. “I prefer her.” he points to the girl he saw before.

“Ah, her?” she asks and he nods, to which she replies with a sigh, “what is the matter?” he asks and the owner looks up at him with a frustrated expression, “She is a hassle, last time a customer requested her, she punched him, but then again it isn't her job to sexually please customers anyway.” she speaks up.

“Elaborate.” he simply says, “She isn't one of the brothel whores, her main job is to sing and play instruments to entertain others, they say her singing ability is so great that it has the ability to calm people down, which I can vouch for—”

“— but she also has a fiancee, well, he was practically the one who 'sold' her off here to make money, he visits every other day to take the mora she has earnt through her capabilities,” she scoffs at the thought of that moron “and she's also a virgin, so she won't be that great in bed.” she finishes and watches as ayato's expression turn sour at the mention that she has a fiancee.

“Ah, I see, well then tell her that I have requested an acquaintance with her, not with the intention of bedding her here.” he tells the owner and she simply nods as he watches her go to the girl and whisper to her.

The girl looks around the room and finally meets his eyes, his breath hitches in his throat at the eye contact, he quickly breaks it away and goes into one of the rooms, looking back to see her following him.

——————

You watched as the esteemed man enter the room, the owner had told you that he had no intention of bedding you and that he simply wants to have a talk with you, which reluctantly believed because who knows what will happen behind closed doors.

You quickly follow him inside and close the door behind you, your heart beating frantically due to fear of what will happen, you turned around to give him a smile, which he returns to your surprise.

“So what's your name?” he asks and you gulp, “Y/n.” you reply shortly.

“Nice to meet you y/n, you may sit.” you quickly sit across him on your knees and clasp your hands together, he watches as you fiddle nervously with your fingers before clearing his throat.

“My name is ayato, kamisato ayato.” he introduces himself, your eyes widen, you knew he was an esteemed man from his attire but didn't really expect him to be THE kamisato ayato, to be fair, you never really saw him in person as both of your worlds were completely different from one another.

“My apologies Lord.” you say quickly and bow and ayato nods, “It's okay, you must be confused as to why I requested you here?” he asks and you nod, “Well I had heard about your story by the owner and it seems that you're stuck here.” and you nod frantically, tears welling up in your eyes as you recall the main reason you're here.

Ayato quickly consoles you by rubbing your back as you look down while tears flow down your cheeks, “Hey, it's okay, I'm here if you want to talk” he coos gently and you look up at him, silence falls between you two with only your sobs breaking it from time to time as you calm yourself down before speaking.

“I- apologies for my messed up demeanor, it's just— I was forced to work here by my idiot of a fiancee, he is a moron who has a gambling addiction, I was forced into an engagement with him by my father, and now I'm permanently stuck here because if I try to leave, he will simply find me and only archons know what will happen if he finds out that I've escaped.” you open up, voice cracking in between sentences.

Ayato was fuming on the inside, who knew this beauty was put through so much? He felt mad, her moron of a fiancee didn't deserve her at all, she's way too nice, kind and beautiful for him.

“Do you wish to escape this place?” he asks and you look at him, you blink your tears away before wiping them with your hands and nodding.

“I can help you, but I'm afraid this method would not be to your liking.” he sighs, “what is the method my lord?” you ask and he ponders for a bit before deciding to tell you.

“The only way for you to escape this brothel would be to marry me and break off your engagement with your fiancee.” he says and looks at you, analysing your face for any answer but you show none.

“Your grace, as much as I love the idea, it seems it's rather too impractical, considering you are head of the kamisato clan, and I'm just a mere common girl, and it would be too much of a burden on you.” you say while looking down, you loved the idea, being able to escape this place and marry someone who isn't a gambling addict but rather a decent man, yet you knew your place.

“You won't be a burden, and it doesn't matter if you are a common girl, you're perfect as the role of my wife.” he speaks up.

“But why me?” you ask, he hums before answering “Like I said, you're perfect to be my wife and I know it for sure, but also because I've developed quite the fondness for you, believe it or not but you were the first girl who made me feel a certain type of way.” he confesses, and you blush.

“If you say so my Lord, I'll accept your proposal.” you say which brings a smile to his face before he nods, a comfortable silence falls between both of you and you decide to break it by starting another conversation.

Ayato didn't know how long the conversation was, but as each moment passed by and everything you revealed about yourself, he fell further and further deep in love, he never believed in love at first sight, but after seeing you, his mind had completely changed.

At first he was awestruck by your beautiful features, but by the end of your conversation with him, he was madly in love with the entirety of you.

“Shall we go back to my house?” he asks and you nod, “Very well.” he says as he gets off the floor and stands up, you following him, you both exit the room and he looks at you, “Wait here, I will speak with the brothel owner and settle things.” he says and goes to her.

The brothel owner looks confused before her expression is replaced with shock and she finally nods, agreeing to whatever he was saying and he gives her a smile before coming to where you were standing, “Let's go.” he smiles at you and holds his hand out for you to grab and you guys finally leave.

The walk back to his house was peaceful, he learnt a lot more about you, and his judgement was right, you were the perfect candidate to be his wife.

All other proposals he had received didn't suit his tastes, the ladies of those families are spoiled to the core, narcissistic and outright annoying, maybe it was fate that he had met you, never in his life was he so thankful for his impulsive decision.

You were currently in his chambers, sitting and waiting as ayato brought out a scroll and spread it on the table in front of you, “Write your name here.” he gives you the brush and ink.

“If you write your name down here, you will officially and legally be wedded to me for this moment onwards, we can do the ceremonial procedure later on.” he says and you nod, quickly dipping your brush in the ink and writing your name down.

He takes the brush from you and writes his name down as well, he waits until the ink dries, blowing on it before he scrolls it and ties it and stores it in a drawer, “That will be legal proof that we're married.” and you look up at him, now all the nerves finally kicking in.

You didn't feel nervous while writing your name on the scroll, it seems like the feelings were delayed and now suddenly you're anxious and fidgeting with your fingers, ayato notices and puts a hand on your shoulder, “There is nothing to be worried about, wife.” he says, the word wife rolling off his tongue with such affection made your stomach leap.

He slowly took your hand and kissed it before he noticed an engagement ring, his expression turned sour before he pulled it off from your finger and threw it away, as he continued to kiss up your arm.

“Now that we're married, shall we consummate it?” he asked, looking at you with his dark bluish eyes, you felt your heartbeat getting faster before you gave him a nod, “I need you to speak up, my wife.” he says and you take a deep breath, “Y-yes.” you nervously say. You had no idea what to expect next, this was your first time after all.

You felt butterflies erupt from your stomach as ayato gently undid your kimono, leaving you in your underclothes (hadajuban), he guided you to his bed, helping you sit on the edge of it.

You studied his face, eyes travelling from his mouth to his nose, to his eyes and back to his mouth again, you had'nt noticed it before, but now that you look at it closely– you realised he had a beauty mark below his lip which made him even more attractive.

The shuffling of ayato's clothes take your attention off of his face, you watched as ayato undressed, soon after, he was also in his underclothes, he leaned in to kiss you, making you move further unto the bed so he can rest his knees in between your thighs as his lips engulfed yours.

His lips were gently pressed against yours, you kissed him back, he almost moaned at the sensation of how soft your lips were against his, he bit your lower lip causing you to gasp which gave him an entrance to shove his tongue inside, you felt his tongue inside your mouth, swirling against yours as you sat there not having any idea what to do, he pulled back, “don't be nervous, just relax and let your body do its own thing.” he said before he rested his thumb on your lip, gently caressing it before kissing you once again.

This time you were the one to tongue-kiss him first, he was taken aback but quickly returned regained himself as his hands trailed down to undo your underclothes, untying the knot that was holding your top in place, he slowly slid it off you and your breasts were exposed to him, feeling shy you try covering yourself but ayato grabbed your arms pining them to your sides and he pulled away from the kiss.

“Don't hide yourself from me, dear wife, we are married now.” he says and you nod, he trails kisses down your neck down to your breasts and stops there, slowly kissing and biting the flesh which made your face burn with heat.

His hands leave yours and trail down your outline before he reaches your underskirt before slowly pulling off you, you were completely naked now, nothing covering you, you felt so vulnerable but ayato's gentle touches and coos made you feel safe.

He slowly took off his underclothes as well, leaving him bare, he did this so you don't feel ashamed or vulnerable anymore, indirectly conveying that it's completely alright and there is nothing to feel embarassed about.

You looked at his body, it was toned perfectly, he was slender near his waist but had wide shoulders, your eyes further trailed further down, gasping when you spotted his dick, it looked like it was about to burst with the way it was hard, his tip was pink and leaking precum, he was thick and decently long down there.

Your mind went back to when your mother taught you how intercourse works, that thing was supposed to go inside you, you looked up at him in panic “I-it won't fit.” you say nervously and he just chuckles, “It will, just let me prep you first okay?” he replies.

“Prep?” you ask him curiously, “Yes, we have to get your cunt nice and leaking for the entry to be easy.” you blush at the choice of words, you had only some basic idea of how intercourse worked and that too was told to you after your engagement with that moron, but even then, he never touched you, so you had zero to no experience when it comes to actual sex.

He pushed you down on the bed, making your head hit the pillow as he settled himself on top of you, with him inbetween your legs, you looked at him, the way his blue locks surrounded your face as he gave you a reassuring smile before he leaned to kiss you again, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss and supported himself with his arms as he trailed kisses down your abdomen, before he stopped at your heat.

You felt his hot breath on your core which sent shivers down your spine as you watched what he was doing, his hands spread your thighs further apart before one of it leaves your thighs to spread your pussy lips, you felt yourself clenching around nothing at the contact.

“Oh, you're already wet.” he states, slowly tracing his finger up from your hole to bring the slick up to where your clit resides, you gasped when he pressed it lightly before he took his hand away and engulfed your clit.

You let out a whimper at that, hands gripping the sheets on your sides as his lips worked magic on your core, he moved in a skillful manner, swirling the bud around his tongue and sucked on it from time to time, the lewd noises of your whimpers and him practically making out with your cunt filled the room.

You felt him shift as he made room for his hands to rest near your entrance, before he shoved one of his fingers in gently causing you mewl at the sensation, he slowly pumped his finger in and out, giving you time to adjust while he was simultaneously eating you out.

You felt him add another finger once you were loose enough to take one more, you gasped, immediately clenching around him, he groaned with your clit in his mouth, which sent a shiver up your spine due to the vibration.

His moved his fingers in and out, curling them and pressing upwards which hit a certain spot that made you arch your back in order to aid him hitting it again, ‘bingo.’ he thought to himself and fastened the pace of fingers and his mouth.

You felt some type of tightness beginning to form your lower abdomen as he continued to keep the steady but fast pace with both his fingers and mouth, pushing you to the edge.

Ecstasy filled your body when the tightness in your abdomen snapped, pushing you to the brink of your climax, you saw stars as you arched your back and moaned loudly, your hands flew up to his hair as your hips moved by themselves to ride the orgasm out.

Your vision was clouded as you were gasping for air, the foreign feeling leaving your body as you came to your senses, ayato pulled away from your core to look at your expression, your eyes were hooded as you looked up at him with a lewd expression which made his dick throb.

“I never felt anything like that before..” you mutter which catches ayato's attention and he smirks, “So that was your first orgasm?” he asks and you nod, “Kind of- I touched myself before, but wasn't able to finish.” you admit shamelessly, oh god if your mother had heard this conversation then she would've fainted.

“I see, well, that certainly won't be your last.” he says cheekily before supporting himself on his arms, each by your side, and leaned in to peck your face.

“I'll put it in now okay?” he coos, brushing away small hair strands from your face with his hand, the very same hand travels down to his cock as he lines it up against your entrance, you can feel it's head poking the opening.

“Mhm.” you say gulping, preparing yourself for what's to come, you felt him enter inside, stretching your opening, you gasp as you grip his shoulders and look at him, it fucking hurts.

He is only barely halfway in yet it hurts like hell, you close your eyes as the pain of him stretching you open was too much to bear, he halts which makes you shoot your eyes open and look at him once again, “Relax your body okay? I'll be gentle.” he kisses you on the forehead and whispers in your ear.

You do as he tells you, the pain subsides slowly, but it immediately comes back as he fully pushes himself inside you, he doesn't move yet, waiting for you to adjust to his size, you take deep breaths, looking down at where you guys are connected and trying to relax, it was so nerve wracking.

“Shhh, it's alright, just relax and don't worry, darling.” he wipes away your tears with his hand gently, the way he said darling made you melt, you felt safe with him, the pain was slowly starting to go away, “Can i move now?” he asks and you nod, “Y-yes.”

He gives you a comforting smile before he starts thrusting, he tries to be slow so you can adjust but the way you felt around him was driving him insane so he immediately started moving fast, which made it hurt slightly.

You felt that area burning with the way he's moving but slowly the burning goes away as you adjust and relax around him, your hands leave his shoulders to wrap around his neck and you pull him in for a kiss, you moan into the kiss as you feel pleasure replacing the pain you felt prior.

“F-fuck— the way your cunt is wrapping around me, darling. Its— it's. It's driving me insane.” ayato moans, pulling away from the kiss, your arms fall from his neck to your sides, his hands quickly move to grab yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he makes love to you.

He fastens his pace up even more and looks down curiously, but gasps immediately when he sees blood, it seems your hymen broke at his impact, he slows down thinking you're in pain but you whine, “H-husband.” you utter out which makes him look at you, he felt his dick twitch at the title you had addressed him as.

“C-can you move faster?” you ask– oh so innocently, he lets out a low groan and fastens up his pace once again, the way he had barely met you only a few hours ago, yet he has fallen way too deeply in love for it make sense, everything about you was perfect, your face, your body, the way your pussy wraps around his cock.

The noises of skin slapping, high moans fill the room, the way his cock is hitting all your right spots, making you feel so good, his hands left yours to grab your boobs, the flesh in between his fingers when he squeezes them looked so perfect.

His thumbs rub over your hardened nipple in a teasing manner as you whimper, he slowly plays with them, rubbing it between his finger and pinching it occasionally to draw a gasp or two out of you.

You feel a familiar tightness forming again in your stomach as you feel ayato hitting the same spot from earlier, the way he felt inside you was making your stomach churn in pleasure, you fit him like a perfect glove, your pussy was practically taking his cock like it was created solely for it.

And he wouldn't doubt that, considering the events earlier, it seems that you were infact, made for him.

“Mhmpf! A-ayato! I'm— I'm near my peak!” you yell out which makes him moan and his hands leave your breasts and rest on your hips as he pulls himself up and grips your hips before rutting into you relentlessly.

He was also near his peak, your moans, whimpers all sound like music to him, especially the way you moan out his name, as if chanting a prayer to the archons, he moans your name too, reciprocating your dedication.

Your arch your back as your mouth opens wide and a loud moan leaves your throat, eyes once again clouded as black dots appear in your vision, you come undone beneath him, repeating his name as if your life depended on it.

Oh and it pushed him to the edge as well, his thrusts becoming sloppier until he thrusts one final time before spilling his seed deep inside you, grunting at the sensation, he moves slowly and rides his orgasm out before pulling out to see your juices, blood and his cum mixing together, he collected some of it on his hands before tasting it.

You watched him do that in confusion and slight disgust because of the blood but he only just hummed pleasingly when he tasted it, licking the rest off his fingers as he looks down at your form with his piercing eyes.

“Darling.” he utters as he leans down to shower your stomach in kisses, you felt tingly. You let out a breath you did not now you were holding, he plops himself down next to you and pulls you into his arms and kisses your forehead and looks at your face, eyes taking in your beauty, oh archons he could literally spend hours like this, you give a small smile which made his heart fill up with joy.

You both soon fell asleep in each others arms, for the first time in your life you felt safe and loved by someone, if someone told you a few hours ago that your life would play out like it did now, you would have laughed in their face and told them to stop drinking, but what was happening now was real and you felt at peace.

But that peace didn't last when you were woken up by commotion, you sit up and your eyes scanned the bed for any signs of ayato, but he wasn't there, you rubbed your eyes open and looked around the room to find few servants that were cleaning the room, “oh! the lady is awake.” one of them says, and they all rush over to you.

You were currently in front of a mirror as they had finished cleaning you up and were now dressing you in noble attire, an outfit that mimicked your husband's, whites and blues, which you assumed to be the major colors for formal attire of the kamisato clan, a small gold pin which contained the clan's symbol that seemed to resemble a flower, specifically a camellia flower, was pinned right above your breast, and then it finally dawned on you, the way they kept addressing you as 'lady', colors that mimic your husbands outfit, and now wearing the clan's crest, you were now officially the lady of the clan, kamisato ayato's lady wife.

It felt so surreal, you didn't know what to do or what to say, the servants sat you down on a stool before they began to do your hair, gently brushing and detangling it, that was when the door was slid open, ayato was in his formal attire as well, he watched as the servants greeted him before they turned to quickly finish doing your hair.

You felt his gaze burning through your back, the servants finished up, bowing before they left and closed the door behind them, you got up to face ayato and he immediately hugged you before leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Where were you?” you asked curiously, tilting your head, he lifted your chin and leaned down to kiss your lips before answering, “I was dealing with the higher ups, working out a few issues oh, and also our marriage is officially now legalised, you are now the lady of this house.” he smiled.

You smiled back at that, before resting your arms on his and just enjoying this romantic moment, “I have to go now darling, there is still a slight settlement that needs to be done, I will be back soon.” he tells you and gives you another kiss, you nod and wave him goodbye as he leaves the chamber.

It has been a while since ayato has left, you were walking as there was nothing to do in the chambers, you decided to familiarize yourself with the residence until a servant rushed up to you, “Lady, there seems to be a guest for you, they are demanding your presence.” the girl says, “Oh? Take me there.” you say and she nods before she tells you to follow her which you do.

Your heart drops to your stomach in dread as the servant opens the door of the waiting room to reveal your fiancé, well, ex fiancé, 'what was he doing here now.' you think bitterly, he gets up and turns to face with a scowl on his face.

“Look who's finally here, the slut that seduced the head of the kamisato clan.” the servant gasped at hearing such degrading words directed towards you by him, “What do you want.” you speak, annoyed.

“what DO I WANT?! why was our engagement called off huh?! and i heard from the owner that you quit your job there!? I always knew you were a whore.” he yells, gritting his teeth in anger and he launches towards you, harshly gripping your shoulders, he reeks of alcohol.

“Let go of me!” you say pushing him off you, making him stumble, he seemed to be shocked by this and laughs, “It got to your head huh? Listen here, just because the clan head slept with you doesn't mean you're any important, he'll probably just dump you, and now nobody else will want you for marriage as you lost your virginity to him.” he laughs in a drunken state, you just looked at him confused, didn't he know that you were now the lady of the clan?

“There's still a chance you know? I will take you back, I don't mind that he took your virginity, you just have to work again and I'll marry you.” he chuckles and now it's your turn to laugh, “You think I'll go back to you? Oh please, I'd rather die.” you scoff, you see his face contort with anger, “You bitch—!” he launches towards you, raising his hand to hit, you close your eyes and turn your head to the side anticipating a hit but nothing comes.

You open your eyes to see ayato holding his hand in a tight grip, “Watch your tongue.” ayato warns, shoving him away from you and standing next to you, “Oh- oh Lord, my apologies, it seems my fiancé here has pleasured you deeply for you to care about her, but I'm here to take her back.” he bows, and ayato scoffs “Take her back? She's my wife now.” as soon ayato finishes that sentence, your ex fiancé's head shoots up to look at him in shock before he looks at you again, you stare at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I-” before he could speak, ayato draws his sword and rests it on his neck, “Should I have your tongue or your head for uttering such slanders towards my wife?” he asks genuinely, chest heaving with anger and you look at him, silently conveying through your gaze to not go that far.

Ayato lowers his blade, and immediately without waiting a second, your ex fiancé rushes out, running away, you scrunch your nose in disgust as the smell of alcohol passes through the air when he rushed past you.

“Thank you.” You say to ayato, he looks at you, you give him a tight hug and feel himself relax against you, “If the servant hadnt come to get me, he would've harmed you.” he mutters and sighs as he hugs you back.

“Seriously how can he treat someone as beautiful and amazing as you this bad?” he pouts and rub his back as reassurance, “But hey, now I have you.” you say and smile up at him, which he returns before leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

He pulls away from the kiss before gazing at the direction your ex had ran off to, “Maybe I'll have his head on a splatter.” you hear him say darkly and you punch his chest lightly, “No, Love.” you say sternly and his stomach erupts with butterflies.

Oh how you had him whipped and lovestruck.

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Platonic

Miya Osamu x f!Reader

summary: Osamu knows that there’s nothing going on between you and his brother. And yet, he still can’t help but be jealous.

warnings: minors/ageless/blank blogs dni, don't let the summary fool you – this is basically just 4k words of fluff, jealous!osamu, slightly insecure!osamu, married!osamu, dad!osamu, very normal relationship problems, the importance of communication, kita is always the voice of wisdom, osamu is really just a simp for you, reader and osamu are #CoupleGoals

notes: whenever I’m trying to get back into writing, stealing plots from sitcoms is always a guarantee so everything from the title to the banner to the plot is at least 80% lifted from platonic (which is such a wonderful show).

words: 4k

part of the Meet the Miyas series

Osamu is jealous. And he hates it. He hates the word. He hates the feeling. He hates what it says about him. He really hates how irrational it is.

But what he hates most is that the person that he's jealous of is his own brother (that scrub).

But maybe he's the scrub. Because it's dumb. You've been together for years. You trust him. You love him. You're committed to him. You're married to him. You’re the mother of his child. You're happy with the life that you've built together.

And he knows that Atsumu is your best friend. You were Atsumu's friend before he even met you. Atsumu is the one who introduced the two of you, who set you up — which he'll never stop taking credit for if his speech at your wedding was anything to go by. So of course you spend a significant amount of time with his twin.

It’s never really bothered him before. If anything, he’s typically relieved that you’re so close with Atsumu. The more you occupy the setter’s time, the less time he has to annoy Osamu.

And you’re allowed to have friends and a life outside of being a wife and mother. He wants you to have fun and to be your own person outside of your relationship with him. He doesn’t expect you to go from home to work and back to repeat the cycle all over again the next day. Not that you would ever allow it.

It wasn’t easy and it took a lot of hard work, but over the years, the two of you have built a happy balance between him running the restaurant, you pursuing your own thriving career, being doting parents to a three-year-old son, and still managing to keep your marriage healthy. So this gross feeling of jealousy has no place in his life, especially where Atsumu is concerned.

But it creeps up on him slowly, needling its way into him before he even has a chance to stop it. He first feels it over something so small that it embarrasses him.

He asks you if you want to go see a new movie that’s been advertised for months. His mom and yours are always eager to babysit — sometimes eager to the point of forcing you both out of the house for what’s declared “much-needed grandparent time.”

“Oh, I promised Atsumu that I’d see it with him,” you reply with a slight tilt of your head before picking up your phone. “Let me check with him about us all going together.”

It’s a simple and obvious solution. You’ve already sent your message to Atsumu and are looking up showtimes for that weekend. But there’s a small voice in the back of Osamu’s head insisting that you should be asking him if Atsumu can come with the two of you, not the other way around. The unfamiliar thought makes him feel uncomfortable and he quickly shoves it away.

But just that small, intrusive voice is like a spark and it isn’t long before he finds himself hearing it again, fanning the pathetic, weak flame into something stronger.

One morning, he’s pulled from sleep by the blankets lifting and the mattress dipping. When he cracks open a bleary eye, he sees you doing your best to slip into bed without disturbing him. He can’t check the time on his phone without giving away that you’ve already woken him up. But from the pale grey light of early morning that’s already beginning to brighten the bedroom and the fact that Reiji isn’t already awake, Osamu guesses that it’s between five and six.

He knows that you had plans with Atsumu last night. You told him that you would probably be back late. But “back late” feels like an understatement considering the joys of parenthood usually have both of you up in about an hour whether it’s a workday or not.

When you come down a few hours later, the bags under your eyes and unkempt hair point to your inability to sleep in even after what he can only assume was an all-night rager. You pepper your son’s cheeks with exaggerated kisses that have him giggling over his breakfast as Osamu pours you a cup of what he’s sure is much-needed coffee.

“Ya got home late last night,” he comments as you take the mug that he passes you.

“Ah, yeah. Just ended up going a little harder than I meant to,” you reply and something close to embarrassment seems to cross your features. You glance at Reiji, making sure his attention is on his food before you lower to voice to a furtive whisper. “I threw up in a karaoke room and had to sleep it off at Atsumu’s.”

His immediate instinct is to laugh in your face and he has to bite his lips and quickly look away from you to keep from doing so. You weakly punch his shoulder in response before sitting down at the table.

But the amusement at your misfortune slowly starts to fade, replaced instead by that same voice, which is growing steadily more familiar. He can’t remember the last time that the two of you had a night like that together. He tries to think back on if it was before or after Reiji was born. And while you certainly don’t make vomiting in karaoke rooms a habit, it’s not at all rare for you and his brother to have a wild night out.

When the voice asks why you’re having them with Atsumu but not with him, the only thing he can focus on is the knot in the pit of his stomach and how it only seems to grow tighter.

He hears it again when he’s with Atsumu one day and he asks Osamu what he thinks about you rejecting a new job offer. The question is offhanded — he’s looking at his phone when asks it, barely even giving Osamu a fraction of his attention.

But Osamu freezes. This is the first that he’s heard about any job offer. He didn’t even know that you were interviewing somewhere else.

“What job offer?” His voice sounds thin and Atsumu seems to realize that he’s unintentionally stumbled into something much bigger because his thumb stops scrolling and there’s a line of tension in his shoulders that wasn’t there only moments ago.

“Uh, it’s nothin’ big,” he quickly tries to assure his brother as he puts down his phone and turns to face him fully. “It just happened this week. Some new place made her an offer and she turned it down.”

Osamu merely hums, his expression betraying nothing, but his twin brother knows him too well.

“Look, I’m sure she just hasn’t gotten ‘round to telling ya,” he offers and Osamu can see the slight panic in his eyes. “She had that big meeting. And she’s been lookin’ after Reiji-kun since he’s been sick, right? Things’ve probably just been too crazy fer her to even think about it.”

Every excuse only digs the hole deeper. It’s not just this apparent job that you’ve been pursuing only to turn down that Atsumu knows about. It’s also your hectic work week and how you’ve been taking care of Reiji since the restaurant’s been too shorthanded for Osamu to stay home.

What’s next? Is he going to mention that you’ve also been so busy the two of you haven’t had sex in almost three weeks? From the guilty look in his twin’s eyes, Osamu would bet good money that he’s already aware.

On his way home, he tries to think about the best way to raise the subject with you and ultimately decides that there’s no good way to ask, “Hey. Why are ya tellin’ Tsumu things but not yer husband?”

(He knows that’s definitely the wrong way to phrase it, but that little voice won’t say it any other way.)

But when he enters your bedroom he finds you slouched against the headboard, fully passed out with Reiji sprawled on top of you as he clings to you even in his sleep. The light and tv are both still on. You’re obviously exhausted and stretched thin, while Osamu is looking to pick a fight. The guilt he feels is almost crippling.

It probably hasn’t even occurred to you to mention the job offer with everything else going on. Atsumu is right, which only makes him feel worse.

He comes toward the both of you and carefully tries to pick Reiji up out of your arms without waking either of you. But he’s only just managed to pry the sick toddler loose when your eyelids flutter open.

It takes you a moment to register what’s happening, still feeling the dregs of sleep, but when you do, you give him the softest smile and it makes him feel like an even bigger piece of shit.

“Did you just get home?” you whisper as you help him lift Reiji off of you. But before he can take your son too far away, you shift over and gesture for Osamu to place him in the middle of the bed. “He’ll cry if he wakes up in his room alone.”

“He doin’ any better?” Osamu quietly asks and does as you ask, gently putting him down before sitting down on your other side on the edge of the mattress.

“His fever broke a couple of hours ago, so he should be back to normal in a day or two.” The news is a visible relief to you. It’s not just the amount of effort a sick child takes, but also the worry that’s been weighing you down.

“Wish I coulda been ‘round more to help ya,” he tells you, his guilt about both doubting you and leaving you to take care of Reiji by yourself beginning to peek through.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” you assure him, lifting a hand to run your fingers through his hat hair. “I know that you’re in a bind since Kimura-san quit. I’m the one with the flexible hours and schedule. I really don’t mind. We’re a team.”

He doesn’t deserve you.

“Well, the new part-timer starts next week so things’ll finally calm down,” he offers and something mischievous sparkles in your tired eyes.

“Good. Because when you can finally take some time off, we’re gonna pawn Reiji off on the grandparents. Then you’re gonna make it up to me by spending the entire night making me cum so hard I see stars,” you tell him, your tone leaving no room for argument, as if he would ever want to.

“I can do that,” he agrees with a grin.

“We haven’t fucked in weeks,” you pout and Osamu can’t hold in his laughter, only for you to slap a hand over his mouth to keep him from waking up Reiji.

Your own quiet giggles are able to momentarily drown out the small voice reminding him about the job offer that you’ve yet to tell him about.

But a few weeks later, even after having the house to yourselves for an entire weekend and spending it fucking on every surface that you could like you used to do before Reiji came along, those embarrassing feelings of jealousy are still as present as ever.

You post a series of photos of you and Atsumu at a restaurant. The first picture is of your happy, smiling faces and the matching pair of five-pound gyoza on the table, one in front of each of you. As he swipes through the series, you both look worse and worse as you try to finish your gyoza. When he gets to the final one, you’re proudly holding a certificate from the restaurant for having finished yours in an hour, while Atsumu looks like he’s on death’s doorstep.

He’s so preoccupied swiping back and forth through the photos that when the restaurant door slides open, it startles him so badly that he almost drops his phone entirely. He doesn’t know whether or not to be relieved that it’s Kita coming to drop off a new order of rice rather than a customer who didn’t read the closed sign.

On one hand, he doesn’t want to deal with a customer while he’s in the midst of indulging that voice that’s slowly becoming a companion. But on the other, dealing with Kita when he’s in a jealousy spiral is even worse.

“Is everything alright? Ya look like ya just got some bad news,” Kita observes with a small frown of concern.

As Osamu assures him that nothing’s wrong, he tries to hurriedly shove his phone into the pocket of his apron. However, it slips from his sweaty hands and skids across the floor of the restaurant where it comes face-up to a perfect stop right in front of Kita’s feet.

He picks it up and when he sees the final picture of you and Atsumu on the screen, he shakes his head in amusement.

“Atsumu only sent me the picture of them at the start of the challenge,” he wryly says as he slides the restaurant door shut behind him and joins Osamu at the counter. He takes a moment to swipe through the rest of the photos in your post before passing the phone back. “I’m surprised ya didn’t go with ‘em.”

“I wasn’t invited,” he mumbled, vocalizing the bitter thought that’s been taking up so much space in his mind ever since you and Atsumu originally made the plans. But as soon as the words leave his lips, he knows he’s given himself away because he can feel Kita’s heavy gaze on him.

“Did ya ask if ya could join ‘em?” is Kita’s annoyingly reasonable response. After a few moments, Osamu gives the smallest shake of his head, confirming that no, he didn’t ask if he could go with you and his brother.

“Y’know, yer wife is an amazing woman,” he finally says when it’s clear Osamu has nothing else to offer. “But fer all of her talents, she’s not a mind reader. Just talk to her.”

Osamu groans loudly at how rational Kita is being. He drops his head down to rest his forehead on the countertop, his Onigiri Miya hat flopping off in the process. While he agrees that it’s good advice, there’s still one problem.

“Kita-san…it’s embarrassing,” he protests childishly and he turns his head to the side to look up at his old team captain. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Stop spendin’ so much time with that scrub!’ I’ll sound like an idiot.”

“Just talk to her,” Kita repeats calmly and Osamu can only sigh. “Why don’t ya tell me how Reiji-kun’s been?”

For the rest of the day, Osamu finds himself trapped in an internal debate over whether or not he should take Kita’s advice. The ugly voice in his head insists that he shouldn’t have to say anything at all. If you really love him then you should already know. The more self-conscious part of him keeps warning him of how embarrassed he’ll be when he tells his wife, the mother of his child, the love of his life, that he’s jealous of how much time she spends with his brother.

But a new voice, one that sounds exactly like Kita, simply asks him if he’s tired of feeling like this. Does he really want to keep harboring this resentment? It’ll only continue to fester and grow until it explodes, hurting everyone he loves.

So that night, after he’s put Reiji to bed and the dishes are done and the laundry is folded and he has no more excuses left to procrastinate, he collapses next to you on the couch with an exaggerated sigh. You look up at him from your phone with an amused smile, only for it to slightly fall when you see how troubled he looks.

“What’s going on? Did something happen at work?” you ask, turning to give him your full attention and scooting closer to him so that you can rest a gentle hand on his thigh.

He shuts his eyes and gives himself a single moment to steel himself before finally letting out the poison that’s slowly been building inside of him for the last few months.

“I have somethin’ to tell ya and it’s gonna make it seem like I’m fifteen or somethin’,” he says and he knows that if he didn’t sound so serious then you would be making a joke about him having some sort of wet dream and ruining the sheets. Instead, you give his thigh a reassuring squeeze.

“Lately…fer the last few months…I’ve been feelin’ kinda…jealous.”

There. The words are out there in the world. You’ve heard them. He can go crawl into a hole and wait for the embarrassment to kill him.

“Jealous? Of what?”

He hates how concerned you sound. You’re not making light of his admission. You’re not confused. You’re being patient. You’re gentle. You’re so much better than him and his childish pettiness and resentment and jealousy.

“You and stupid Tsumu,” he grumbles, slouching down even further into the couch. He glances over at you from the corner of his eye and sees the look of surprise on your face. He shuts his eyes again, balling his hands into fists, and tells himself to man the fuck up.

With his nerves now steeled, he takes a deep breath, sits up straight, and turns to fully face you.

“Look, I know that ya got this weird friendship with Tsumu and that he’s yer best friend. And it’s never been a big deal before, but lately, I dunno…,” he trails off, his gaze darting down before he forces it back up to meet yours. “I’ve just been feelin’ a little…cut out.”

“Osamu,” you murmur, lifting a hand to his face but he quickly takes it between both of his so that he can hold it tight and keep himself steady.

“I love you and our family and the life we’ve built together. I wouldn’t change any of it fer anything,” he’s quick to assure you, needing you to know that you make him happier than he ever thought he could be. “But sometimes I see ya hangin’ out with Tsumu and havin’ fun and it sounds dumb but, I wish I could see more of that part of yer life.”

You softly repeat his name before you climb into his lap. You wrap an arm around his shoulders to hold him close and pull your other hand from his grasp so that you can cup his cheek with a loving touch.

“I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel that way,” you tell him. “You’re always gonna come first. I don’t ever want you to feel excluded or like I’m trying to keep the different pieces of my life compartmentalized.”

Just hearing your apology and acknowledgment of the irrational jealousy that’s been plaguing him soothes his insecurities and embarrassment.

“I want ya to be able to go do things on yer own and do things with Tsumu without feelin’ like ya gotta bring me along every time. But ya just look like yer havin’ fun when yer gettin’ up to stupid things together and I guess, I just wanna have fun with ya too,” he shrugs. Despite how true it is, he hates how cheesy he sounds. But from the way that you’re looking at him with so much affection, you clearly find it touching.

“I love having fun with you, Osamu,” you smile back at him and his cheeks start to feel warm. “I’d love to do more stupid things with you.”

“Even if that stupid thing is spendin’ 20,000 yen at an arcade to beat a bunch of teens for the high score?” he asks and it comes out shyer than he intended. “Or buyin’ out every flavor of chips and every type of snack from the konbini just to rank ‘em?”

“Even then,” you nod with a grin. “Even if it’s needing to make a cab pull over to throw up after a night of drinking.”

“I thought it was the karaoke room?” he frowns in confusion.

“It was the karaoke room for me. The cab was Atsumu,” you tell him with a laugh and he snorts in response.

But then, since this is a time for honesty, he decides to bring up the question that’s been weighing heavily on his mind for the last few weeks.

“Why didn’t ya tell me about the job offer?” he gently asks, the question curious rather than accusatory.

“Job offer?” The line of your mouth twists down and your eyebrows knit together as you try to understand what he’s referring to.

“Tsumu said ya turned down a job offer. It was around when Reiji was sick,” he explains and his tone turns slightly hesitant. “Did ya feel like ya couldn’t tell me?”

Your eyes spark with recognition before you roll them in annoyance.

“Atsumu’s an idiot. He never listens,” you begin to rant and he’s not too proud to admit that hearing your irritation directed towards his twin extinguishes the last remaining embers of his jealousy. “It wasn’t a job offer. A recruiter reached out about a job opening for a position that involves more work for less pay. I didn’t even reply.”

He feels an odd mixture of relief, guilt, and frustration. He’s relieved that this was just some misunderstanding, but he feels just as guilty for jumping to the worst conclusion and thinking that you were something big from him. The frustration will be dealt with when he next sees his twin and gives him an earful and delivers a slap to the back of his head.

“I’m sorry fer not just askin’ ya ‘bout it sooner,” he says and you just give him a look of understanding.

“You and me, we’re only human. There are just gonna be times when I forget to tell you something or just don’t think to bother with it. But I’ll always do my best to make sure you know when there’s something going on. We’re a team, remember?” You run your fingers caringly through his hair with a soft smile and he leans eagerly into your touch.

“We’re a team,” he repeats quietly, finding the words comforting. He then gives you a slightly embarrassed look. “Hey, don’t tell Tsumu, okay? He’ll just call me a scrub.”

You place a reassuring kiss on his lips before nodding.

“Don’t worry. You’re a scrub, but you’re my scrub and I love you.” He can’t help but laugh as he wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you close. “But, you wanna do something crazy, huh?”

When he looks up at you, it’s to find a hint of wildness creeping into your expression. It’s the same wildness he used to see when you first started dating — before you both became adults and spouses and parents with real responsibilities.

The next day, Atsumu stops by the restaurant in the late afternoon during a lull. His appearance is unannounced, meaning that Osamu hasn’t had a chance to prepare himself for what he knows is to come. It’s as bad as he imagined because as soon as the setter walks in, he freezes, his expression going slack in shock at the sight of Osamu.

Or more correctly, at the sight of Osamu’s hair, which has been amateurishly dyed to be the same shade of grey that he used to wear in high school.

“Don’t even start,” he warns but doing so is pointless because Atsumu immediately bursts into laughter, finding it so funny that he has to clutch his stomach as he bends over.

“Who’s idea was this?” he manages to ask in between his gasps for air and his cackles. “Ya look so stupid!”

Osamu just stares at him blankly, not bringing up the fact that Atsumu is the one who’s been wearing the exact same hairstyle since they were sixteen, and isn’t that even more pathetic?

Because for all of the mocking that he receives, he knows it was worth it for the time he spent joking and laughing with you into the late hours of the night in your tiny bathroom as you did your best to dye his hair without burning his scalp.

#first thing I've written in months 🙀#miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #osamu miya x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #miya osamu fluff #osamu fluff #platonic #mel writes

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damaged goods {e.m}

plot: you and eddie have been seeing each other for a while but just as things are getting good, he self destructs and pulls away.

character: eddie munson x reader

As soon as you see his black van parked at the school, you're determined to hunt him down. He's clearly been avoiding you for the last two weeks and you want to know why. Was he not interested in you anymore? Did he want things to end? Was he going through something? You didn't know but you needed to; you couldn't just have nothing from him so you were going to do whatever it took, whether it meant missing classes or even skipping school completely, you'd do whatever it took to get to the bottom of this.

Things between you and Eddie had just been getting good, you were getting to the stage where you were hoping that he'd ask you to be his girlfriend and then he just... left. Whatever the reason, you needed to know. You liked Eddie, god you really liked him and that's why you were pissed. You wanted this so bad, you wanted him so bad and maybe he didn't want you and honestly, it hurt a lot more than you'd care to admit.

You didn't know where he'd be so you found someone who would. It didn't take long to find the rest of the Hellfire Club, they were tucked away inside their dedicated room ranting about the new campaign that they were starting. When you barged in, they immediately shut up.

"Where is he?"

They glanced around at each other, stammering and red in the face.

Rolling your eyes, you put your hand on Dustin's shoulder, "Dustin," your voice turned from hard to sticky sweet, "Can you tell me where he is?" Poor Henderson. He was clearly under instruction to not let you know his location but as soon as you fluttered your lashes he spluttered out that Eddie was in Mr Muchnik's class prepping for a test that he'd previously failed. You patted Dustin on the shoulder, "Thanks, kid," as Mike Wheeler hissed 'dude he's gonna kill you'.

On the walk to Muchnik's all you could think was that you hoped he didn't have a class first thing because you wanted this all sorted with Eddie, you didn't want to have a bunch of kids walk in on your - what you presumed would be - heated discussion.

When you walked in, Eddie was hunched over the table, scribbling things down, "Henderson, I told you not to bother me-"

"Munson!" The roar of your voice startles Eddie, making him jump and cower like a dog who's being scolded for chewing on the couch cushions.

Quickly, he jumps up, "I-I gotta go, sorry, really gotta run!" He excuses himself and tries to scuttle away.

"And you're just abandoning all your work, huh?" You ask, arms crossed over your chest. Eddie looks back to the mess he's left on the desk, the important mess on the desk, "You won't mind if I just tear it all up, would you?" Eddie's eyes narrow as he weighs up the situation in his mind. Would he really let you destroy his hard work just for the purpose of avoiding talking to you for even longer? Seriously?! "I just had to flirt with a goddamn twelve year old so you're going to fucking speak to me, Eds!" You hiss, annoyed and still slightly mortified with flirting with Dustin.

Eddie almost laughed, he would've had the tension not been too much, "Fuckin' Henderson man..." He mutters under his breath before realising that right now is not the time for jokes. He relents with a heavy sigh, "Okay, let's talk."

You're standing, arms crossing frowning at him. He's looking at you as though you're the one who needs to do some explaining and your patience wears thin, "Well?" It's harsher than you really intend it to be but Eddie doesn't flinch, instead he shrugs one shoulder, scratching the back of his head.

"I don't really know what to tell you."

You're fucking pissed and he knows it. It takes every ounce of self control to not rip him to shreds, "Start with why you've been avoiding me." Your voice is sticky sweet but with an edge; a knife dipped in honey.

His composure changes from that of being skittish to being... indifferent? "I'm damaged goods, sweetheart," he says, hands spread out in a 'what you gonna do about it' gesture, "what more can I say?"

"The fuck are you talking about?" You're angry, he sees it burning in your eyes and he doesn't blame you. He'd be angry too if you'd avoided him for two weeks with no sort of rhyme or reason. It's like he doesn't care, like it's fun to mess you about but the real reason is that he does care; so much, maybe even too much, "What does that mean?"

"Damaged goods," he repeats, voice more serious this time, "I'm broken, fucked in the head, a mess... Any of them work better for you?" He sounds bitter, annoyed at himself almost.

You roll your eyes, "I know what it means, Munson, I just want to know why that's reason enough for you to avoid me for two weeks when things were just getting good."

It's Eddie's turn to be confused, "Because I'm a mess. Why would you care about me? I'm not worth it so I decided for you."

You roll your eyes, "How about you let me decide what I can and can't handle? Eds..." At the sound of your nickname for him, his face softens and he suddenly can't look directly at you anymore. Shame burns in his stomach. Could you really care about him? Has his insecurities caused him to push you away? Your demeanour changes and all of your anger vanishes. You're not angry. Your heart aches for him in this moment. You reach out for him, he doesn't react, "I thought things were going really well, I stupidly thought that you were..." You trail off, shaking your head with a bitter laugh.

"That I was what?" Eddie presses quietly.

"That you were gonna make it official soon," you say with a shrug, "I don't care if you're broken or if you're a mess - have you met anyone who's not a bit of a mess or a little fucked?! I have issues too, Eds, I struggle as well. You just have to trust that I care about you because..." he finally raises his head to look at you, "I do. I do care about you."

He laughs humourlessly, "Why? Why do you even care about me? I'm a freak, no money, no friends, nothing."

"Because you're you, Eddie. You're funny, always making me laugh even when I'm mad or upset. You're so sweet. When we started this thing I didn't really see you as a sweet or caring guy but my god you are. You came and picked me up at 3am from Olivia's party, drunk as a skunk and then I puked in your van and you didn't care. You still called me pretty and helped me get home safe, didn't complain about the state of your van or anything. Spending time with you is so fun. Before we started hanging out, I don't remember when I'd had this much fun. Eds, you mean so much to me and I don't get why you don't see how fast and hard I'm falling for you!" The last part was a secret that you'd meant to kept locked up and as soon as you say it, you take a sharp intake of breath, "I-I- fuck."

Eddie smiles, a real smile that reaches his eyes and crinkles the corners, "You mean all of that?" He steps towards you.

Your cheeks burn hot, "Yeah, I do."

"All of it? You accept me for my flaws and all?"

Again, you agree.

"You promise?" He asks, "I'm giving you an out right now. If you're not sure, if you don't think this is a long term thing... get out while you still can because I want you and once I have you," he's standing right in front of you, chests centimetres from touching, "I'm never gonna let you go." His breath fans over your face and you find yourself closing the gap between the two of you.

"I'm all in," you whisper, eyes boring into his.

He grins but you barely get a chance to see it before his lips are on yours, warm and fast. It's not a long kiss, no those tend to happen in the back of his van, but it's enough for now.

He pulls back, pressing your foreheads together, murmuring an apology to you, "I'm sorry," he starts, "I- I got kinda in my head. Couldn't understand why someone like you would date someone like me." Instead of replying, you kiss him again. He tastes familiar - cigarettes and coffee.

"Oh," he says, pulling back, "we're totally in a relationship now by the way if you didn't know." He speaks quick before kissing you again. Your hands tangle in his hair as he backs you against the wall. You missed him; you missed this. You just hoped that you'd be able to prove to him that no matter what he was - damaged goods or not - then you'd be here to help repair the pieces.

#one shot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #reader insert #stranger things #os #prompt #eddie #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #st #st imagine #imagine

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bambirex · 7 months

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A Lesson In Patience

Pairing: Geraskier

Characters: Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier

Additional tags: plot what plot/porn without plot, thigh fucking, light dom/sub, teasing, edging, orgasm delay/denial, crying during sex, age difference, set in season 1

Word count: 1,939 words

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: explicit

Summary: “Fuck me,” he moaned against Geralt’s neck. He pushed his body against Geralt’s, rubbing his hard cock against his groin. “Now.”

Geralt smirked against Jaskier’s skin. He gave his ass a curt spank, making Jaskier let out a delighted gasp.

“Get on the bed, then,” Geralt told him. Jaskier nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste. He threw himself on the bed, opening his legs with a sultry look. Geralt stood at the foot of the bed, raking his eyes over Jaskier’s body, practically already writhing with need.

“What are you waiting for?” He drawled. “Don’t just stand there!”

Geralt retrieved the bottle of oil from the desk, keeping his eyes on Jaskier all the while. Jaskier pouted and huffed, then reached between his legs and started stroking his cock, unable to go without a bit of pleasure for a few moments. Oh, it will be delicious to break him in and show him it was worth waiting, Geralt thought with a smirk.

Author's notes: Some unadultered, pure smut, served cold (or hot? I hope it is lol)

Had this image in my head for a while, finally got it out, so here's some PWP about it! Feedback is super appreciated <3

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Jaskier was easily the most impatient person Geralt has ever met. He wanted everything all at once, and immediately: this personality trait of his affected pretty much everything in his life. It was in the way he talked, speaking so rapidly it was sometimes hard to make out each word, often straying between topics and not finishing sentences, because he had so much to say at once. It was in the way he walked, bouncing and speeding down the road without looking around, often bumping into things on the way. It was in the way he ate, shoveling food into his mouth and barely breathing between bites, complaining about a stomachache afterwards. It was in the way he so desperately wanted to achieve fame, pouting when his nonsense lyrics didn’t sit well with the folks, still scrambling to figure out who he was as an artist but already wanting to be the Continent’s most renowned bard.

And, of course, it was also in the way he fucked, overheated with hormones and wanting to try everything, swimming and drowning in pleasure, quickly taking and giving everything. He was in his early twenties, just barely out of his teenage years, it made sense he was riding high on the constant adrenaline of his youth, but it was annoying. Geralt was getting really fed up with Jaskier’s inability to take things slow. He already spread his legs or mounted Geralt after just a couple of kisses, which didn’t serve them right when Geralt wanted to draw things out.

Clearly, Jaskier needed to be taught a lesson in patience, before he ended up driving Geralt crazy.

Geralt did not tell him about his plan. They started things as usual, undressing each other during heated kisses. Jaskier sighed and moaned in bliss as Geralt’s hands caressed over his bare body, skimming the softness at his waist before dipping lower and giving his pert bottom a good squeeze. Jaskier tangled his hands in Geralt’s hair as he kissed all over the witcher’s neck. Geralt groaned when Jaskier nipped at his skin, sucking a mark there.

As usual, Jaskier started to get demanding after only a couple of minutes.

“Fuck me,” he moaned against Geralt’s neck. He pushed his body against Geralt’s, rubbing his hard cock against his groin. “Now.”

Geralt smirked against Jaskier’s skin. He gave his ass a curt spank, making Jaskier let out a delighted gasp.

“What are you waiting for?” He drawled. “Don’t just stand there!”

He poured a generous amount of oil into his hand, coating his fingers with it. He made sure his movements were slow and thorough. Jaskier, as expected, did not like that.

“Geralt,” he whined, his voice so dramatically pained, “what are you doing?”

“Putting oil on my fingers,” Geralt replied calmly. “Why?”

“Melitele’s sake,” Jaskier huffed. He gave his cock a squeeze, groaning as he bucked into his hand. “Why are you taking so long?”

“On your hands and knees,” Geralt told him, ignoring Jaskier’s whining. Jaskier squealed as he rolled onto his front, pushing himself up. He wiggled his ass, spreading his legs as wide as he could. Geralt rolled his eyes at him fondly.

He knelt behind Jaskier, running a hand over the back of his fuzzy thighs. Jaskier shivered under his touch. Geralt took his sweet time caressing Jaskier’s legs and hips, mapping out his curves with gentle squeezes. Jaskier huffed again.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”

“Geralt, I know that, I mean… why are you stalling?”

“Stalling?” Geralt asked innocently. He slipped his hand between Jaskier’s legs and cupped his balls. “I think it’s called foreplay, actually.”

He massaged Jaskier’s balls with his oiled-up hand, making Jaskier keen. He rocked his hips backwards desperately, begging Geralt to touch him where he needed him the most. Geralt skimmed the underside of his cock with just one finger, the touch barely more than a teasing tickle. Jaskier cursed.

“What’s wrong?” Geralt asked with a small smile. He took his hand away from Jaskier’s cock. “You don’t like it?”

“Geralt…”

Geralt pulled back and grabbed the bottle again. He spread Jaskier’s legs a little further apart, earning an excited little noise. Oh, the poor thing had no idea what was coming.

“Oh, yes,” Jaskier moaned, “get inside me!”

Geralt poured oil onto Jaskier’s soft inner thighs. He massaged it into the skin, slicking up the area as much as he could. Jaskier twisted his head to send Geralt a confused look over his shoulder.

“That’s not my hole,” Jaskier reminded him with a pout. “You’re heading too much to the south, dear.”

“I know,” Geralt replied simply. He poured one more layer of oil on Jaskier’s thighs before he slicked up his cock. Jaskier craned his neck to see it, licking his lips hungrily at the sight of Geralt oiling himself up.

“Mhm, yes, a nice treat for me,” Jaskier whispered sensually, “can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Geralt hummed. He ignored the way Jaskier wiggled his bum again. He grabbed Jaskier’s hips and pushed forward, thrusting his cock between Jaskier’s slicked-up thighs. The way the soft flesh enveloped his cock felt heavenly. He let out a pleased hum, while Jaskier snorted.

“Geralt, you’re definitely in the wrong place.”

“No, I’m in the right place,” Geralt told him. He grabbed Jaskier’s thighs and pushed them together, making them squeeze down around his cock. He groaned in bliss as he slowly started rocking forward, dragging his cock along the tight, pillowy channel Jaskier’s legs created.

“This feels really good, don’t you think so?” Geralt drawled. He caressed Jaskier’s hip gently. He pulled back slightly to watch his cock disappear between Jaskier’s thighs, slipping in and out of the new, warm hole he created for himself.

“Geralt, you said you would fuck me!” Jaskier whined loudly. His breath hitched when Geralt’s cock hit his balls. He trembled when Geralt did it on purpose, angling his hips upwards so their cocks would brush lightly again, before he returned to focusing solely on his own pleasure, humping Jaskier’s thighs in a slowly, steady rhythm.

“I didn’t say that, you started demanding it,” Geralt reminded him. “And I wanna do this, instead.”

“Why?” Jaskier whimpered again. “Wouldn’t it be better to be inside me?”

“I’m having a lot of fun,” Geralt chuckled. He closed his eyes in bliss as he moved his hips back and forth, rocking into the sleeve Jaskier’s thighs created. He caressed Jaskier’s trembling bottom as he tilted his hips again, letting their cocks brush together again slightly before he took it away again, leaving Jaskier hanging and whimpering.

“Geralt, please,” he begged, and Geralt could hear his voice growing high-pitched, desperate. “Please, this is nice and everything, but please, fuck me!”

Geralt gave his ass a sharp slap. It made Jaskier’s breath stuck in his throat.

“No,” Geralt growled, accentuating his words with a hard thrust that only served him right, as Jaskier couldn’t feel the same pleasure. He was left out of it cruelly, sentenced to only the feeling of Geralt’s hard dick moving between his thighs, occasionally hitting his balls when Geralt felt generous.

“You need to learn to take things slow, Jaskier. Sometimes, you need to wait to have your turn.”

“I’ll be good,” Jaskier pleaded. He squeezed his thighs together harder, the vice pulling Geralt in deeper and making him growl. Jaskier moved his legs, grinding them together and trying to milk Geralt’s cock with his thighs. Geralt growled at him.

“Be still.”

Jaskier buried his face in the pillows, his whimpers turning muffled. His entire body trembled with need, but he stilled, gripping the sheets beneath him.

“Good behavior might earn you a reward,” Geralt reminded him gently. He pulled back to pour some more oil onto his cock, then onto Jaskier’s thighs as well. He could see his sensitive inner thighs turning red, and he didn’t want to chafe him any longer. He slipped back inside with a pleased grunt.

“This is torture,” Jaskier sniffled. His back was taut, the muscles pulled tight as he did his best to remain still. “You’re torturing me.”

“I’m making sure you’ll learn that not everything has to happen fast.”

Truth be told, there were moments where Geralt’s own composure nearly crumbled: the sight of Jaskier like this, whimpering into the bedsheets, his entire body trembling, desperately holding back, trying to be such a good boy for him, was incredibly arousing. Geralt enjoyed watching the way his cock stabbed between Jaskier’s plush thighs, the way those thighs clenched around him, shivering with the effort not to move too much. It wasn’t as if Geralt didn’t want to fuck into Jaskier’s tight little hole that clenched around nothing right in front of his eyes, quivering in a way that made Geralt’s mouth water. He ran a thumb over it, slowly, caressing around the tight ring of muscles. Jaskier jumped slightly, then stilled right away- he was learning already. Good.

“Yes, not yet,” Geralt drawled. “Good boy.”

Jaskier moaned in response. Sweat was running down his back as he gripped the bedsheets tighter while Geralt continued fucking his thighs. He accepted his fate with a resigned sigh, turning as still a statue. Geralt rewarded him with a good set of thrusts that jostled his balls that were pulled taut with the need to release. Geralt rubbed his dry thumb over Jaskier’s hole, teasing him as he sped his thrusts up just a little bit.

“You’re being so good,” Geralt praised him, his hips stuttering as he slowly approached his climax. “Just a little more. Can you hold on for me?”

“Yes,” Jaskier cried. Geralt leant over him, fucking deeper into the silky soft channel as he kissed all over Jaskier’s back, soothing him.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Geralt commanded. “I’ll make you cum after I’m done.”

Jaskier whimpered something incoherent in response as Geralt’s thrusts slowed again, then his body stilled as he came, coating Jaskier’s inner thighs with his seed.

He remained still and quiet while Geralt caught his breath. Geralt pulled back, admiring the sight of Jaskier’s pinkened, soaked, pathetically trembling thighs. Geralt caressed them gently, thanking them for their wonderful service.

Jaskier literally sobbed when Geralt finally took pity on him and took his cock in his hand, jerking him off with quick movements. He slipped a finger inside Jaskier’s hole as he pumped his aching cock, and that was all he needed to cum all over Geralt’s hand, crying and howling as his pent-up, needy body finally got its release.

Geralt gathered him in his arms as Jaskier collapsed, kissing all over his teary and sweaty face.

“So good, such a good boy,” Geralt murmured as he cradled Jaskier to his chest. “Very nice, quick learner.”

Jaskier snorted softly as he buried his face in Geralt’s chest, clinging to him.

Geralt was certain Jaskier needed some more time to learn, but he clearly wasn’t a lost cause.

#geraskier #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fanfiction

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miss-celestia13 · 9 months

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Speak in Tongues

Jake x Manon(OFMC) Smut Shot

I included the full smut scene as a one shot below, it’s just pure filth with negative zero plot, and can be read on its own.

This smut scene involves a chase through the house, a cocky, hungry Jake, and a dining room table🤭 I hope you enjoy it!❤️

Manon

There was too much left to do and say before all was said and done. But for now, they locked the cabin door, and she taunted Jake into chasing her through the house. Dashing out of the living room, tossing her clothes behind her as she ran, and giggled at Jake as he stumbled after her and took his top off.

Her feet slipped and slid on the cool tiles as she ran through the kitchen and into the dining room. His arm wrapping around her waist, hauling her to a stop, and sharp teeth biting her neck to stop her struggling made her go limp. She soon found herself on her back, spread out on the dining table like his own personal feast, her thighs automatically spread at his murmured "open wide for me," as he stood between them. He dragged her to the edge, legs dangling over it as he took a seat between them and spread her thighs farther apart, grinning up at her. She already was gasping for air, her heart taking off in a gallop, and she dropped her head to the table, thrashing it and ignoring the thump it made on the wood.

She trembled under the weight his singular eyes, licking at her dry lips as her gaze bounced sightlessly across the ceiling. She jumped when she felt his hands land on her thighs, fingers digging in, trailing open-mouthed kisses from her knee up to where she ached for him, but he didn't kiss her there yet. He teased her, moving to follow the same path on her other leg, and she whimpered, hands fisting at her side. He was hovering over her, and she felt him huff a hot breath that only added to the fire she felt down there. Her eyes bugged as he ran his nose up the seam of her, breathing her in. Then her underwear was gone, ripped off her body so quickly she couldn't be entirely sure he hadn't magicked them away.

All the blood in her body went to her cunt, and the need for friction became a sublime agony. Though she wished she could draw it out and savor it, she knew she wouldn't last much longer. She never did; the anticipation alone was enough to have her on the precipice. She sat up on her elbows and watched through dazed eyes as he finally dipped his tongue in her folds, thumbs spreading her wide, and he was relentless. Her desperate hands landed in his hair, tugging him closer, trying to get him inside, and he took the bait. She moaned his name as he slid his tongue inside her, humming low in his throat as she flailed. He replaced his tongue with two long fingers, curling them and hitting that spot that drove her wild.

Her thighs were shaking so hard the table vibrated under her, but then his mouth closed around her clit. His teeth grazed it lightly before he sucked her into his mouth and crooked his fingers again. She collapsed onto the table, sobbing his name like a prayer as her orgasm crashed over her, her cunt clamping down on his hand like a vice, keeping him there as it swallowed her whole. Blind, her mind scattered like ash in the wind, stars wheeled across her vision as she floated back into her body and managed to look at Jake, her chest heaving.

"You're too good at that. It's a bit unfair," She breathed in a dumbstruck tone, twitching when he smirked.

"Do you want me to stop?" He teased, and she shook her head vehemently before he went on, "I didn't think so."

He rose to his feet. The table put her at the perfect height as he sank inside her in one practiced movement. She screamed in shock and violent pleasure. Unable to stop the wanton moans leaking from her mouth along with the essence dripping from her cunt. Gratitude glimmered through her as he didn't hold back, still annoyed at how careful he'd been with her until now. Her stomach tensed and relaxed with every snap of his hips, cock grinding deep. Inner walls still fluttering in time with her thudding heart. A deep groan when he pulled out almost entirely before sliding back in. The force of it shoved her up the table and caused her head to loll uselessly as her eyes rolled. She tightened her legs around him, moving her hips clumsily with his, her hands held on to the table, and his eyes never left hers as he moved within her tight clasp.

Jake moaned her name, the sound like honey down the back of her throat, and she bared her neck, making it abundantly clear what she wanted, and he obliged. His thrusts stopped as his head dipped, his mouth settled over her skittering pulse, and he sank his teeth into the sensitive skin. She bucked wildly, the feel of his hard cock locked in her cunt driving her to distraction as she canted her hips and frantically sought the friction he wasn't giving her. She was greedy and selfish and needed more and more and more. She felt herself start to tighten around him when straightened. She was so aroused now he would have no problem fucking her hard, the acute nudge of his cock deep inside her and the pain in her neck making her writhe and beg and plead.

She whimpered as he kissed her harshly, then he was gone again, moving within her, pace fast and punishing. Clenching her teeth against the force of him using her body hard, she knew there would be fresh bruises on her back tomorrow. Her eyelids fluttered shut as his fingers skipped over her clit, the touch so faint she wanted to sob at being denied her orgasm as it turned the edges of her vision red. Then he took his thumb and forefinger and lightly pinched the bundle of nerves. She was crazed, her head flung back, mouth open in a silent scream as she rocked into his thrust, his whispered praise egging her on. Her hands mapped her chest, fingers toying with her nipples and sending sharp bolts of pleasure straight to her saturated cunt.

The pressure released just as she was about to fall, and she snarled, teeth snapping as he chuckled darkly, licking his fingers erotically, her inner walls clenching around his length at the arresting sight before he touched her again. His fingers circled her clit with purpose, and his head tilted to the side as he listened to the racket she was making. Heat swamped her inside and out as she clenched her inner muscles in a desperate attempt to make him move, smirking when he cursed her name. She wanted to laugh as he let her win and slammed into her, the lurid slap of flesh on flesh obscene.

His grunts and groans mixed with her mewling and moaning, both lost in their insatiable hunger. Flickering flame consumed her, his cock and fingers a scrumptious agony. And then she was there, the abyss swallowing her whole as he pinched her clit between his fingers again, and she crested that peak. Release came fast and furious, making her weightless as she sobbed and wailed, her broken call of his name the trigger to his own release. He pounded into her, growling deep in his chest as she felt him twitch inside her, and he said her name in an awed whisper as his body quaked, and he held her captive under him until he was utterly spent.

They were long past feeling awkward as they disentangled themselves, and he lifted her off the table, her legs like jelly, as she wrapped them around his waist and kissed him hard. Her hands were buried in his lush hair as she breached his mouth and sighed happily, her mind empty of everything except the feel of him under her hands as she clung to his shoulders.

They were moving, and she broke the kiss as she felt him start to climb the stairs. Darkness had fallen as they'd fucked, and when he flicked the light switch on the second-floor bathroom, it almost blinded her, but black excitement flashed through her as he turned on the shower. He refused to put her down until they were under the steaming stream of the multiple showerheads. Then she played her favorite game, testing how far she could push him before he snapped and 'punished' her.

Less than two minutes. A new record, and she was the happiest woman alive as he meted out her much-wanted punishment.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. I just can never post these Ao3 collages on their own without feeling stupid, so when I have smut to share, I’ll include it with them😂

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wren-em · 9 months

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In honour of the reboot characters existing, I have decided to make posts dedicated to the non reboot characters of the franchise, starting with Team Escope. Might do the reboot characters if I ever end up watching the reboot.

For being one of the two characters I most relate to in Island, I'm surprised how little I've talked about her. Eva is a clear introvert with low patience and anger issues that repeatedly get the better of her. What seems most consistent at checking these is the music from her MP3 player. Her blowing up after losing her MP3 player leads to her first elimination. Her anger also leads to her second elimination. She channels her anger into a focus on getting the team that voted her out, more specifically Bridgette, out of the competition. LeShawna ends up winning that episode's challenge and the justification for Eva's second elimination is her anger. Despite showing her long history of video frakouts in Celebrity Manhunt, her participation in the World Tour Aftermaths seems to show at least a bit better anger control. She repeatedly plays along with the insane shit that happens before dipping halfway through. This could be a result of a possible friendship with Izzy. Eva's team-up with Izzy and Noah in the TDDDDI special, and their fanon perceived friendship, was not something I expected upon viewing Island but was something I ended up enjoying. Their interactions are easily the most enjoyable parts of the special for me and it's a shame that the only real chance that Eva got at interacting with either of them after the special was with Noah in the TDA Aftermaths. Aftermaths that were honestly more focused on Geoff, Bridgette and the eliminated contestants that were being interviewed, and rarely ever on the contestants that didn't make it into TDA. I would have loved to see her on TDA or TDWT, just to see her interact more with Noah and Izzy. The thing with Noah and Izzy is that neither are shown to be scared of Eva, with Noah even directing his patterned snark at her after Justin gets away with the million-dollar case. People often compare her to Jo from TDROTI. However, Eva's similarities with Jo are the fact that both are athletic people that aren't as feminine as other members of their respective casts. Eva is a lot more willing to work with others when it isn't her plan being performed, as shown when she appears to be willing to listen to both Noah and Izzy. In my opinion, it would have been interesting to see if that would have impacted plot points in TDA and TDWT. Eva knows she is stronger than a lot of the other people around her, including the guys, but this solely doesn't affect how she sees herself or the others. Overall, Eva is a character I wish we had seen more of.

Moving onto Izzy, she is the clear extrovert of Team Escope, the wild card of the Island cast, and the member of Team Escope that has yhe most screen time in the main show (TDRR is technically a spin off). She probably wouldn't be out of place for the TDPI cast and is one of the few characters that is hard to fuck up most of as a character. A lot of what she does remains in character due to her wild card status. However, the part of her character that is the easiest to fuck up the most is the part of her underneath her craziness. She has emotions other than crazy and I feel like that gets forgotten, especially in fanfic. Her first act after her introduction is swapping with Katie, allowing Katie and Sadie to be on the same team. She also fell in love with Owen in the first season and got mad at him during the Hook, Line and Screamer. Despite her not being able to lift a couch single-handedly, she's also pretty strong and can go tow to tow with Chef, doing so in TDI and TDA. She was eliminated quite quickly in TDA before returning three episodes later. The number of times Izzy returns kind of annoys me. She's a fan favourite, so it makes sense that she returns that many times, but it did get annoying to me. I feel like they should have a larger gap in TDA for it to work or just not had her leave that challenge at all. Her second run in TDA shows off more of her human side, making it my favourite of her runs. The Explosivo was honestly one of the better ways to send her off and the bit at least didn't overstay its welcome. Izzy in TDWT doesn't participate in the challenges as much as in previous seasons and she's back to her crazy antics. She became the first one eliminated on Team Chris due to being taken by the military. Due to her role as comic relief, this was probably for the best. One of the few things that I remember from my first viewing of TDWT was my surprise at Izzy not returning a second time in TDWT. Izzy makes cameos as a spider in TDROTI and TDAS, getting beaten by both Cameron and Mal. Honestly, the thing I kinda hate most about Mal's writing is that they made him strong enough to be able to pummel Izzy without a single fucking scratch. Her Dramarama counterpart leans more into her crazy aspects. In this case, both the main series and Dramarama versions of Izzy remain similar. A thing with Izzy that I feel the need to address is the Izzy isn't crazy theory. On one hand, she's probably one of the smartest characters on TDI and a good actor (good enough to make a career as an actress before her Celebrity Manhunt freakout). On the other hand, she's wanted by the RCMP and I fucking hate the theory. At most, I think Izzy is just feeding into her crazy reputation for her own amusement. In conclusion, Izzy's a fun character that probably shouldn't have come back so many times.

Finally, we have Noah. Noah, like Eva, is a clear introvert. Unlike Eva, his main issue (at least in Island) doesn't lie in any anger issues but his laziness. His Island elimination comes after he refuses to participate in dodgeball, alongside Justin. Unlike Justin in that episode though, Noah actively talks throughout and his laziness combined with his snark gets on his team's nerves. I got the feeling that Noah wasn't going to make it to the merge in Island but holy shit was Noah dumb in that episode for someone supposedly with a high IQ. The TDDDDI special gives the wonderful "anti-me" comment about Justin. The potential of this comment was then never expanded upon after Noah doesn't show up in TDA and Justin doesn't show up in TDWT. Hey Fresh, you can't give a character a line like that and not follow through with the implications. The only thing that Fresh did with that was make me relate to Noah's ability to make what can be assumed to be one-sided rivalries. Celebrity Manhunt shows that he decided to work as Chris's assistant. He's also fired over coffee, which makes sense since Chris is his boss. Noah in TDWT makes it a lot farther into the game through a combination of non-elimination episodes and the entirety of Team Victory being eliminated. Ultimately though, he is the first person on his team to be voted out and the second person on Team Chris to be eliminated. His TDWT elimination occurs after he reveals his suspicions about Alejandro to Owen and Tyler. Given that Noah seemed to be liked by Alejandro before "I See London" at least compared to the rest of their teammates, he probably would have gone further if he had kept his mouth shut. Noah then competes in TDRR with Owen and we get Nemma. Noah isn't almost entirely comic relief this season, which is amazing. We also get to see Noah when he isn't being entirely sarcastic, which I like. I really don't get why people dislike Nemma so much when its not that bad in terms of post TDWT ships, and is probably the second best canon TDRR ship. Some of the writing was cringe, but considering that TDRR is also the season that has the Daters and Best Friends subplots, Nemma wasn't the worst writing wise for me. It probably could have been built up more at the start, considering how many more episodes TDRR had compared to TDPI. My full thoughts on Nemma could be a post in of itself so we're moving on. Noah's final appearance is then in Dramarama. There he's a different character than how he is in other seasons he appears in and I find that funny. If you look at Dramarama and then at TDI and TDWT, Noah has gone through the hypersensitive child to sarcastic teenager pipeline. Dramarama also shows Noah gaming, which seems to be something the main series competitions seem to forget. While I feel like Noah was probably at his best during TDWT (mix of his characterisation that season and the other characters he bounces off of), I find Noah's still entertaining in all his appearances.

#long ass post #total drama #td eva #td izzy #td noah #team escope #this is purely self indulgent

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just-a-draco-girly · 8 years

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The Secret - Chapter One

"I'm gonna be late. I'm gonna be late" I mutter under my breath, as I hurriedly rush down the crowded corridor in the direction of the potions rooms. It's the first lesson of the year and I don't wanna be late. Arriving at my destination, I glide to a halt and quickly open the door only to be reprimanded by Professor Snape. My head low in embarrassment, I mumble an apology and hurriedly take the only empty seat in the front row, quickly placing my bag down and pulling my books out.

"Wow, you're never late, Toria" A familiar voice speaks from beside me. Turning to the side, I find none other than Draco Malfoy smirking down at me. "I mean, you're a Ravenclaw. You shouldn't be late" He always has a habit of bringing that up. In our first year, I was sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin and he has never let me live it down. My mind drifts back to that extraordinary September evening…

"RAVENCLAW!" The voice of the sorting hat booms from above my head. I feel a strange sense of elation, but also guilt as I spot the crestfallen face of my best friend in the crowd of first years. A scowl forms on his pale features, as I clamber off of the old wooden stool and happily race to the table of cheering Ravenclaws awaiting me.

"Earth to Toria!" Draco drags me out of my daydream by frantically waving his hands in front of my face. I shake my head, sighing as I come back to reality.

"Huh, well, at least I'm not a Gryffindor" I stick my tongue out at him, opening my book and dipping my quill into my ink pot. He mutters something under his breath about Slytherin being 'superior', but I simply ignore him and start taking notes as Professor Snape reels off information at a thousand miles an hour from the front of the dank classroom.

The next time that Draco feels the need to talk to me is at the end of the lesson when I am packing my things back into my grey satchel. I feel somebody gently pat me on the shoulder, so I turn to face him.

"What's up now, Draco?" I ask, slinging the strap of my bag over my shoulder and straightening my blue tie. He chuckles lowly, before clearing his throat.

"Potter has been staring at you all lesson?" He speaks, slight disgust evident in the tone of his voice. I let out a sigh of annoyance and roll my eyes.

"And? It's a free country. He can look where he likes" I question, shooting him a pointed look.

"It annoys me" Draco huffs, gripping the strap of his own brown satchel tightly. I shake my head in disbelief

"Why do you care, Draco? It's not like you're my boyfriend. I don't need protecting. Anyway, you know that I dislike Potter as much as you do" I speak, a little annoyed at his over protectiveness. It's been like this since last year, when he noticed Dean Thomas looking over at me during Defence Against The Dark Arts. Ever since then, he's been hanging around me like a bad smell and I wouldn't be able to hang out with another boy let alone get a boyfriend, even if I wanted to. I glare up at the lanky blonde in contempt.

"Anyway, what lesson have you got next?" Draco asks, attempting to change the subject of our conversation as I am currently sending daggers at him with my eyes.

"I have Defence Against The Dark Arts with Professor Moody" I reply, repressing my anger into a plot that I will enact later. Draco's face lights up. "And let me guess that's what you've got?" I ask, staring up at him. My voice is heavy with sarcasm, earning a nod from Draco and a sly smile. I shrug it off and walk out of the classroom with him trailing behind me as we make our way down the corridor.

"Drakey-poo!" A shrill voice shrieks from behind us. Draco's face drops instantly and he hurriedly tries to hide behind me to no avail due to his tall frame.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but I'm no longer taller than you, Drakey-poo" I laugh, stepping to the side as Pansy nears us at full speed. Draco looks down at me with horror and helplessness in his eyes.

"I broke up with her at the start of the summer and she won't leave me alone. Save me, please" He pleads, pouting as he moves to crouch behind me once again.

"Okay, but it's gonna cost you" I smirk, glancing down at his lowly, cowering form.

"I'll do anything" He adds, clutching onto my sides. "I'll get you that new Firebolt for Christmas. Just please do something" He begs. I muse momentarily, before grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hallway towards the stairs that lead out of the dungeons.

"I have an idea. It's a tad risqué and you might not like it though. Are you really willing to do anything?" I speak, causing his grip on my small hand to tighten as we ascend the crowded stone steps.

"I'll do anything" He responds in a pleading tone, as we increase our speed and finally reach the fifth floor corridor. By this time, his patience has ran thin. "What's the plan then?" He demands, impatiently. I look over his shoulder, spotting Pansy's dark hair as she weaves her way through a crowd of first years. Once she is in range, I turn to Draco and take a deep breath.

"Kiss me. And make it believable" I whisper, staring up at him nervously. He nods in response, before hurriedly crashing his lips against mine. I stumble backwards slightly in shock, gripping onto his broad shoulders in an attempt to steady myself. Don't judge me, I'm 14 and I've only been kissed once before when I was like 5. My eyes flutter closed as his arms circle around my waist, pushing me back into a nearby tapestry. Well, I did tell him to make it believable, I guess. A weightless sensation overtakes my senses when his soft lips start to move against mine. His grip on my waist tightens just as Parkinson nears us.

"Drakey, what are you doing?" She asks, her voice cracking almost, causing Draco to lazily (almost begrudgingly) pull away from me. A pang of guilt fills me when I see that her face looks heartbroken, only to be eradicated by Draco letting out a content sigh and smirking slyly. He winks at me before turning to face Pansy, seemingly keeping his hands still securely on my waist. My cheeks are undoubtedly post box red by this point. I drop my head as the trio and Professor Moody approach.

"Why do you care?" Malfoy sneers at Pansy, causing tears to brim on her brown eyelashes. Letting out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding, I gently push Draco away from me, causing his arms to drop from my sides. He looks at me in disbelief as I readjust my bag strap and place a swift kiss upon his pale cheek.

"See you in class, Drakey-poo" I whisper in a sultry tone, trying not laugh. I almost choke in an attempt not to laugh as he turns around and winks at me.

"See you later, honey boo" He coos and I snort quite loudly when he reciprocates my kiss on the cheek. "Great plan, dude" He whispers in my ear. I snicker lowly and retreat into the classroom, sitting at a desk at the front. After retrieving my stationary and books from my bag, I place my satchel on the seat next to me in a bid to save the seat for Charlotte, a fellow Ravenclaw and my other best friend.

Whispers can be heard from the back of the classroom. I catch Draco's and my names mentioned multiple times, causing my cheeks to burn brightly. I drop my head into my folded arms on the desk, groaning angrily. It was just a fake kiss. It was just a fake kiss to get rid of Pansy. It didn't mean anything, but why is my heart still beating at such an erratic pace? I kick the leg of the table angrily and the sound of a chair being dragged backwards alerts me to somebody sitting next to me.

"What's wrong with you?" Charlotte asks, placing my bag on the floor and perching on the chair opposite me. Her blue eyes stare at me incredulously and she brushes her black hair out of her face. My cheeks flush further as I mentally recount what happened with Draco just now in the corridor. "What happened?" Charlotte demands, casting a stern look in my direction.

"I'll tell you about it at lunch" I reply, watching Draco as he sits down at the desk behind ours.

"You finally told Draco that you like him?" She whispers furiously and I shake my head instantly. Her face drops and she quickly glances back at the blonde, frowning heavily.

"Stop it! He'll notice!" I hiss, slapping her arm and causing her to pull a face of disgust in my direction. Glaring heavily, I stick my tongue out at her.

"That wasn't very ladylike, Toria" Draco remarks, smirking devilishly in my direction.

"You know full well that I'm no lady" I respond, sharply glaring at him.

"Yeah, you demonstrated that pretty well outside" He replies in a lower voice, grinning widely as my face turns a magnificent shade of puce.

"What happened outside?" Charlotte asks excitedly, looking between the two of us in confusion. Charlotte is one of my dearest friends and I truly adore her, but by Merlin she is the gossip monger I know. She doesn't spread any, thankfully, but if people have secrets Charlie will know them all.

"It's nothing" I say, promptly punching Draco in the arm.

"I'd rather not witness anymore of your Tom foolery, Miss Diggory and Mr Malfoy" Professor Moody stomps to the front of the class, shooting angry looks at Draco and I. My eyes widen dramatically and my cheeks are tinted pink. I am jolted from my shock when Charlotte elbows me in the side.

"What 'tom foolery' is he on about? I need to know" She whispers aggressively as the professor begins writing on the blackboard.

"I'll tell you later" I hiss, spotting Draco smirk at me from his seat from the corner of my eye.

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The lunch hall is bustling with students as I sit myself at the Ravenclaw table. Charlotte elbows my side sharply when I drop my bag on the floor.

"So what 'tom foolery' did you and Draco get up to earlier?" She asks, raising her eyebrows in anticipation of some fresh, piping hot tea.

"Am I not allowed to eat first?" I groan, plating myself some food from the myriad of dishes set before us.

"No, now come on. Spill!" She's practically on the edge of her seat with excitement, leaning towards me eagerly.

"It was nothing" I sigh, glancing over to the blonde on the other side of the hall, whom is currently sat with Blaise and Crabbe. "He's been trying to shake Pansy for a while, so… We, um, kissed to make her get the message that he wasn't interested. It was my fault I told him to make it believable… And he took believable a bit far" I mumble, spinning my fork restlessly in my left hand.

"You what?" She gasps, dropping her own cutlery and staring at me aghast with wide eyes. "How far did he take it?" She questions, grabbing both of my shoulders and forcing me to look at her.

"Well, he… um, had me pressed up against a wall with his hands on my waist and stuff" I breath, biting my lip as my cheeks become heavily flushed for another time today. Her blue eyes look as if they're going to pop out of their sockets.

"Okay, um…" Charlotte stutters, looking over at the Slytherin table and probably formulating a plan in that brilliant brain of hers. "And how do you feel about this?" She asks, still observing Draco and his friends.

"Well… you know how I feel about Draco" I sigh, placing my chin in my hand and gazing over at the blonde. I realized last year that I had a crush on the prick that is my best friend and Charlotte has been trying to get us together ever since, but, alas I'm too shy to make a move. And I also don't wish to ruin our friendship in any way either. She looks back at me suddenly with a grin on her face. I swallow harshly as she begins to speak, dreading what she's about to say.

"I know, exactly what we're going to do" She smiles mischievously at me, before glancing over at Draco with an evil grin. "We're going to make him fall in love with you" I slowly clap my hands together sarcastically in response.

"Great plan, how is that supposed to work?" I demand, my voice thick with sarcasm as I give her a stern look.

"I have my ways, but first you need a makeover from cutesy girl next door to the hot girl that every guy wants to bang" She exclaims, looking at me excitedly. I roll my eyes and return to eating my food whilst she continues to reel off the ways in which she's going to change my aesthetic.

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#The secret #draco fanfiction #harry potter fandom #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #draco fanart #draco x oc #death eaters #wizarding world #slytherin #ravenclaw

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minthe-lover · 2 years

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Chapter 211 analysis

So yeah this chapter isn't that good... the only thing that I really like is minthe at the end cause fucking finally we are gonna learn more about what happened to her.

Though the thing that annoyed me the most during this chapter is right at the beginning with how much Persephone was "worried" for.. by mentioning her... uhhh once after she get turned into a mortal.. and then after the kronos fight it is explicitly shown that she forgot about Demeter. Also you know.. she was so busy after the kronos fight to come visit her.. you know.. all that bathing.. cuddling hades.. and skinny dipping... wow so busy.

You never see Persephone actually grieve about not seeing her mother.. or express any actual worry for her. You don't see her getting mad at zeus for making her unable to see Demeter. Nor do you see her mention wanting to see demeter... like christ it would be so easy to just have a few comments of Persephone being like "oh I'm really worried for my mother!". Lore olympus has alot of bad telling and not showing... especially around Demeter and persephone relationship.

Also the reason Persephone wasn't able to see Demeter again don't hold any weight. Repairing the underworld was basically solved by a single dance and we don't fucking see them interacting with the people in the mortal realms. I think alot of the time they spend having cute romantic moment would have been better spent showing them repairing the underworld and Persephone actually being a queen and that would continue as an actually good excuse for her not seeing Demeter.

That and I just... I wanna draw attention to this line cause it strikes me in a very odd way. Especially in the change with how Persephone wants the underworld to be.

The idea went from, there is no punishment ideal afterlife to... a final resting place for the most splendid of mortals.

I know this whole plot on the after life for mortals is probably gonna be very basic and not a focus.. but I desperately hope they don't go for a only "good" people are allowed to have a good afterlife.. especially when the alternative is being a slave or tortured.. plus adding in how with characters like minthe how there is a huge lack of depth with how the story views morality.

Anyway back to the plot, I feel like the whole scene with Cerberus while cute is eh.. kinda unnecessary, and feels like a bit of a waste of time especially during a very important emotional moment. Plus it sort of answered a none question... like.. it's pretty clear that kronos was the one that hurt Cerberus.. cause like... what else would it be? Though i gotta say this panel made me laugh far more then it should... like holy shit is drawing attention to hades weird Pinocchio nose a good idea?

So this chapter was lead by a chapter showing hades just.. objectively being a huge fucking asshole, and you know.. I was actually glad when Hades basically admitted he was worried about his impression from Demeter.. though that quickly went downhill will the whole 'confrontation' of Demeter.

So Persephone and Hades did the amazing thing of expecting that Demeter should know everything about their feelings, and never say.. tries to empathize with Demeter's feelings and worried to help and get to a common ground. Instead they basically just.. ignore Demeter's worries? So it all starts with Hades treating Demeter just passively mentioning that Persephone should come home, as some like.. huge shocking thing equal to like.. threatening to murder her.. like damn.

Like just be clear that you know.. at this point they haven't fucking told Demeter that she wants to say. This is a completely normal assumption.. not to mention that yeah.. after not seeing my kid for ten fucking years I'd probably want to spend more then an evening with them.. so no this isn't some horrible thing for her to say.

Also like... Demeter brings up actual proper worries about their relationship.. again instead of trying to show Demeter that she has nothing to worry about or have Hades actually apologize for his shitty behavior we just have hades standing there literally saying nothing and Persephone not actually talking about any of the points that Demeter brings up.. and just ignores her good fucking worries and just basically goes "hey I'm dating this man I knew for a month ten years ago and fuck the fact that he used to treat my own mother like shit, you gotta get on board and I don't care about your feelings"

Like most of her points are actually important to address, cause yeah.. Hades did use a 19 year old for emotional support.. which like he had a therapist and other friends he could turn to instead of a still emotionally developing teenager. Again it's shown that originally Hades was mainly attracted to Persephone appearance, along with how historically Demeter has seen women abused and valued solely for her appearance it would make sense that she's worried about this. Just look at hera.

Also yeah.. thinking that this is a phase makes sense.. think back to your last year of highschool/first year of collage... now imagine an attractive teacher you had... now consider not talking to that teacher for ten god damn year of constant pinning for that one teacher.. and again.. decided to spend the rest of your life with that teacher.

Demeter brings up understandable and worthwhile points about their relationship.. and instead of trying to have a open and heartfelt conservation with the mother she "missed so much" instead her worries are ignored and she is treated like she is overreacting and stupid. also again... rs.. please stop drawing hades face like this.

I think this chapter would have been alot better if they actually talked. Have hades acknowledge his past fucks up.. actually talk about the problems with there relationships.. talk openly about Demeter and her worries... Like Christ Demeter worrying her daughter may be abused being treated like a joke is terrible. Have Persephone talk about how she doesn't want to fully rush into like marriage.. but still wants to be with Hades.

If you still wanna play the angst have Demeter still be worried about the relationship afterword.. but like just.. don't dismiss the actually good points that Demeter brings up.

Honestly there are only two good things about this chapter.. one is Hades looking like he's gonna shit himself at anger Demeter...

Second is minthe and the scene with the nymphs.. them writing shitty over the top horny fanfic is funny.. and minthe just look a bad ass. like.. hell yes this is the women I love I am so fucking gay-

#anti lo #lo critical #anti lore Olympus #lore Olympus critical

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non-un-topo · 10 months

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random ass questions about ur stories: ok I don’t remember the title but ur recent long fic that was like. the aftermath of losing quynh and they were on that island with the fun-shaped stone that Nicky found? if ur happy to share I’d LOVE to hear about like. what part of the story u came up with first. like what image/vibe/plot point etc stuck in ur head so much that u wrote a whole fic about it yk? I absolutely LOVED that fic and would love to know!! hope ur having a good day and also no pressure to respond 🫶💕

🥺🥺 Ohh friend, thank you!! I'm so glad you liked it, and I'm sending lots of love to you!! The fic in question is Axis! (you're gonna get me talking about this big baby of mine and I won't shut up lol, I'm shy but I've had a lot of caffeine and I'm excited) <33

So I actually went looking through my old docs, phone notes, and physical journals for the first idea I had of this fic after I read your ask, because I could not seem to remember?? From what I managed to dig up, it was based on vibes first. I have some journal notes on "aporia", a state of ambivalence, and liminal space. I think I started writing it in October last year, during a very weird time where my mental health was... not great. In short, and hopefully without oversharing, I thought I was having a psychotic break. Turned out it was likely the CBD capsules I was taking for my chronic pain, which had a psychoactive effect I hadn't anticipated (like 0.1mg of THC and somehow it was enough). Anyway, at that time I started writing a lot of garbled philosophical thoughts, and I'll share this one for you because I'm almost certain it's what inspired Axis: (also putting the rest of this under a read-more so I don't annoy anyone sdfghfd)

What is the present? I wonder, because the moment you put your attention on it, it becomes the past. It vanishes. We think about present moments, but they’re already gone. All that exists is this idea of ‘happening’: All that will happen, and all that has happened. Neither is tangible. Neither can be held or kept. In thinking about the future, we imagine possibilities. In thinking about the past, we revive in our minds what has already happened. The only present that exists is the imagination. The dream. That which removes us from our reality, from our position in time and space. Where exactly is that? Rather, where are our selves in that state? Do we linger? Do we go? And if so, where? How long is the length of a single present moment? Can our lives exist as this single thread, if we spend it in dream-state? Are we forever suspended, or do our recollections of the past, our imaginings of the future, tether us to something tangible after all?

Anyway, right below this is the first line from Axis: "It is wondrous how quickly things can change in a moment."

Besides vibes and themes (suspension, stasis, indecision, fear of being lost, grieving, surrendering to the will of nature, being a fixed point in a broken group, being tethered together or untethered, things happening in reverse, being upside-down, being consumed, yadda yadda), I think the first scenes that popped into my head as visuals before I got writing were 1) Nicolo standing in the valley and catching a flake of ash in the air. 2) Yusuf and/or Nicolo in a hot spring. 3) Larus' frozen lambs. 4) The argument between Andromache and Nicolo, but no dialogue yet.

I know I wanted to write something sort of dream-like, that dipped in and out of flashbacks and liminal states, and I'm genuinely proud of myself for seeing it through. The last school year I had was intense to say the least, and there was a long stretch of time where I just left this fic as one scene and a bunch of nonsensical notes. Then, being real transparent here, a couple different tragedies happened one right after the other, and I just opened the doc again. I think my nana dying slowly had a lot to do with the direction my writing took. Thoughts, feelings, general atmosphere from real life creeps into my writing every time, and often I don't even notice until the project is done and I've read it a few times.

Anyway, I'm WAY overselling this fic dfgfds. It just means a whole lot to me and I know you can tell, so I appreciate you asking about it <3 Hope you have a fantastic day. Sending love and hugs <333

A bonus angsty snippet that didn't make it into the final work, just for you <3

It happens like this sometimes: Yusuf begins. “What if we never found you?” “You did.” “But what if. Just humour me for a moment.” You do. You love this man, so you do. “I wasn’t fast enough, and you slipped. I didn’t grab you. I didn’t even pull you from the water.” “You know it is not your fault.” “Andi didn’t— you didn’t see. I tried to jump in after you—” “And you would have been lost, too.” “No, I would have gotten you back.” There is no way to prove this. Nothing is certain. It already happened. You’re going around in circles. Yusuf says again, in a whisper, “What if we never found you?” You’re finding it hard to speak. To say anything in this moment. Yusuf presses his hands over his mouth, but it does nothing to contain his stilted gasps. He presses his words against his palms, but you hear them clear as ice: “What if we never find her?”

#spoilers below. sort of.#good lord i talk a lot #thank you my friend ;_; <33 it makes me so happy to know you liked the fic #sage writes #axis

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sunshinechae · 9 months

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hey there party people! some of you might know me, it’s ya girl (gender neutral) jamie (she/they, 24, gmt+1) w/ a sparkly new gender And a whole new muse because i can only do the same thing so many times. for everyone who doesn’t know me from past ventures, hi there, nice to meet ya. i’m not here to blabber on ab myself for too long, i am however here to introduce my little princess eunchae. you can find her profile, biography, career page & wanted connections (haha just kidding... one day... maybe???) all linked accordingly for further reading. in case that’s all a bit much, i’ll leave a quick lil rundown about her below the cut. if you want to plot, simply like this post or hmu on dscrd ( watercrystals_ ) and we can work something out together!

so, here we go, seung eunchae, variety starlet and laureled actress

also the result of [huh yunjin vc] nepotism

her parents are famous ballad singers seung kyungtae and kim jangmi, big stars from the ‘90s/’00s, a this point they’re retired and mostly keep out of the public eye but they make the occassion appearance, never Really shaking their celebrity status

as the youngest daughter, eunchae is in fact their darling baby princess who has never done and could never do anything wrong in her life

needless to say she grew up filthy spoiled, her parents werent around that much and

they made up for it by giving her Absolutely Everything they could think of

sadly enough the only thing eunchae Really wanted was attention and because that was the one thing she couldn’t get... well let’s say it had lasting results on her still developing psyche

in school eunchae was very popular, not that hard when you’re pretty and rich, but most of her friendships were very shallow and superficial and it involved a whole lot more backstabbing and gossiping than genuine friendships should which Also didn’t really teach her much more about how to maintain healthy interpersonal connections

the cummulative experiences through her formative years left her her with some crippling people pleasing issues, eunchae has a pathological need to be liked, by everyone, and she’s willing to bend herself into whatever shape it takes to achieve that

that’s also how she ended up wanting to enter the entertainment industry, a family friend told her that she was pretty enough to be a celebrity and her teenage brain quickly reasoned that celebrities were Very Widely Beloved, her parents being a shining example even post their career

so it was decided, all she had to do was become famous and then people would like her

(of course, this is in fact Not how it works, but that’s a problem for Later)

anyway, eunchae wanted to be famous and she had set her mind to it so the only logical course of action was to throw a fit until her parents used their industry connections and gave her her way

and that’s how she ended up signed with everlast entertainment more or less

eunchae started out as a welcome face on variety shows, at first mainly on the merit of being ‘the daughter of’

a year and a half into her career she made her acting debut and from that point onward she slowly established a bit more of an image of her own, who her parents are still gets mentioned here and there during promotional work and such of course, it remains a topic people love to hear about, but the Nepotism is a little less blatant and on the nose at this point, proving that she has Some talent of her own as a break-out actress

as of recent also slowly starting to dip her toes in some brand deal modelling stuff, just because Pretty Face Sells Things

her image very much rides on the whole sweetheart with a personality as pretty and angelic as her face thing, sweet, a little ditzy, innocent and all that

for those that alrdy don’t like eunchae to begin with it can feel a little over the top and annoying

eunchae’s actual personality is... hard to pin down

sure she’s a spoiled brat to the core and it shows, she can be super bratty, knows how to get her way by using those pretty doe eyes and a little pout, can be incredibly out of touch because of her upbringing and generally is just, very uncritical towards the privilege she grew up in which might just make her come across as very tone-deaf when it comes to these topics

but she is very genuinely really sweet, a little too sweet maybe, she’s very anxious and almost obsessive about attention and being liked, she will do almost anything to impress the people she really wants to be liked by, even if the results ends up being harmful to her. she’s just very desperate for approval and a little gullible on top of that, making her a very easy target for anyone looking to toy with her. also just, very conflict avoidant, will not speak up about things that are bothering her, god forbid people will grow tired of her if she does

gets very hero worship-y with the people she befriends/likes/looks up to in general

tldr i’m sorry if she’s an insufferable brat at times but pls be nice to her, she really just wants people to like her, she might simply d-word otherwise (very tinkerbell core of her)

#❇ — ooc.#thefourintro

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blobracing · 3 months

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Han Solo at Stars’ End, by Brian Daley

Featuring the Quintessential Jerk With a Heart Of Gold, Chewie highjacking a combine, and a literal cat girl.

I’ve taken to skimming Goodreads before I read the next book on the list, usually to try and pluck out something relevant or funny to use as a teaser for the next post– listen to me talk like I’ve been doing this for sooooo long– and that made me a bit nervous about Stars’ End. The resounding and repeating sentiment was basically Now THIS is Han Solo! and perhaps uncharitably and due to the time we live in, that makes me antsy. It’s taxonomically close to I Remember When Men Were Men or Star Wars Used To Be Good Before The Wokeists Got It. Stars’ End isn’t perfect, but it isn’t that, and when I let my guard down, I honestly had a good time with this classic adventure romp.

Coming up: world’s fastest plot summary, what I liked about it, and, just, you know, the vibes. We're just gonna meander.

So, as quickly as possible:

Han and Chewie are running amok in the Corporate Sector, a corner of the galaxy where the Imperial presence and Rebellion hasn’t reached, and local law is enforced by essentially a corprostate called the Corporate Authority. In return for some ship repairs and upgrades, the lads take on a deal to transport some passengers from one Corporate World to another, and along the way become involved with finding out why some bothersome citizens seem to be mysteriously disappearing. Chewie is captured during the process and so Han leads his allies to infiltrate and then destroy the prison planet where Chewie and all the spirited-away people have been held.

There’s a lot more going on in this book than Splinter of the Mind's Eye, so I’ll leave most of the plot summary to Wookieepedia, as per the usj– although I would say this is a pretty quick and easy read.

So, given that there are a lot of similar constraints on Stars’ End as Splinter– limited canon character use and availability, had to be set outside the plot (not totally applicable to Splinter, as it was originally ordered as a potential sequel to Star Wars [fuckin yowza]), relies a lot on original creation– Stars’ End is better.

CHARACTERIZATION’S OKAY?

Yeah! I’d say pretty good, actually.

Prose-wise, there’s something a little silly going on with the vocabulary that makes it feel more charming than annoying (thermocline, dipsomaniacal, insuperable) and Han’s dialogue and narrative voice is OOZING with Coolguy Spacebro. It dips into goofiness now and again– there’s definitely a sense of yeah, Harrison Ford could probably make this work that I respect in terms of characterizing Han, but sometimes you just gotta laugh. Picture Harrison Ford, your gruff, weed-dealing carpenter, getting out something like this:

“An Authority Data Center?” Han exploded. “And how do I get into a place like that? It’ll look like the Espos’ Annual Picnic and Grand Reunion. Listen, toots, I want that stuff from you, but I want to live to a ripe old age, too; I plan to sit in a rocker at the Old Spaceman’s Home, and what you’re suggesting will definitely exclude that option.”

(Immediately obsessed with the implication of the Old Spaceman’s Home. This is not the last time he mentions it, either. Where is this Disney+ miniseries.)

This is definitely not the last time I’m going to opine on what makes a successful Star Wars characterization? because so often that’s the thing that will pull me out of a tie-in novel or fic. To me, the gold standard of characterization is being able to slow down and feel instinctively that dialogue and behavior suit how a character is portrayed in the movies. Characters that don’t appear in the movies at all, or who do but don’t get a lot of attention, face a double-edged sword: they’ve got to be interesting enough to kind of generate their own force of personality, but they’ve also got to feel authentic to the setting.

That’s especially true where we are in terms of Star Wars novels– we have ANH’s Han to go on, and go through Stars’ End knowing that’s who we’re going to meet at the end of it. There are constant references to how much he doesn’t want to get involved with any causes, he’s looking out for number one, goddammit! There are more than a few moments where Han’s cynicism is pointed out or appealed to by characters in a way that ranges from hamfisted to Oh Man That Droid Just Read You To Filth, but I don’t necessarily think it needs to be subtle– Han’s not a subtle guy, after all.

I’m worried that point might get a bit long in the tooth knowing there are two more Han Solo Adventures before ANH, and Han is essentially stuck in the same role, the same moment of his life before tipping over into throwing his lot in with the Rebels. By the same token, it does retroactively add a little flavor to that moment when he shows up at the first Death Star battle, knowing how hard he fought against his better nature before giving it all up for Luke’s big blue eyes the Rebellion.

AND THE SUPPORTING CAST?

It feels fucked up that I’m including Chewbacca as a “supporting” cast member, but the man’s not getting any dialogue and doesn’t do much beyond act as a living sounding board for Han to exposit off of. His main move is getting captured by the bad guys and Han just about gets himself killed trying to save him, and the intensity of that relationship is always really fascinating when played out. Also, Chewie being a damsel in distress is cute.

A lot of the other supporting characters feel very stock, like a fiery woman leader of an outgunned rebel faction (Jessa, leader of the outlaw mechanics who buck the man), or evil patrician badguy who loves droid bloodsport (we’re still saying ’droid in the text, somehow)-- but a couple of notable exceptions.

Bollux is a Goodreads fan favorite, an old droid who has a counterpart with a “younger” droid who lives inside him, Blue Max. Bollux grows on everyone who meets him– even me… he’s just a good guy…– and Max is essentially a portable plot-solver who can do whatever’s needed at the time.

Rekkon is an extremely capable university teacher-turned-investigator who leads the cause to try and find where the Corporate Authority Guys are stashing the people they’ve stolen. He’s jovial, Han likes him almost immediately and respects him about as much as Han respects anybody who isn’t Chewie, and demonstrates a confidence and self-assuredness that I found really refreshing in a book where a lot of people just seem to defer to Han to move the plot. Rekkon is also Black, the only other Black character in the novel besides his missing nephew, and he does also get murdered by a traitor among the party in the second act and his body is dropped out the airlock. It’s really a “oh, nice!” to “oh… nice :/” thing that feels emblematic of Star Wars’ relationship with Black characters, even in these early days. A bizarre mirror is Star Wars’ relationship with the Black Hollywood executive who championed its original release, Ashley Boone Jr.

As always, Rekkon’s death is an important motivating factor for Han, and he even gives Han the means to figuring out who the traitor is among the party, but his body is still very much dropped out a fucking airlock.

There’s a lot to talk about there, and I’m not sure I’m qualified to talk about it. But I noted it, and I noted myself noting it.

To brighten your spirits, I bring you the other two interesting characters left in the party: Atuarre and her son, Pakka, who are the only aliens that matter besides Chewie. They're Trianii– CAT PEOPLE THAT’S RIGHT WE GOT A FURRY MILF YEAHAHAHA BABY LET’S GOOOOOO MEOWOW!!!!!!! Star Wars actually has a ton of cat people variants. Despite being a trained warrior and pilot, she ends up pretending to be a dancer and leader of an entertainer troupe– Han’s idea.

WAIT, WHAT

Yeah– Han gets really excited about dressing everyone up as a circus troupe in order to infiltrate Stars’ End, to replace a troupe that couldn’t make it. Pakka, Atuarre’s traumatized-by-the-Authority-to-silence son is an acrobat, Atuarre is the troupe’s leader and skilled in the “dances of her people,” Bollux gets a paint job, and Han poses as a sharpshooter. I cannot emphasize enough how excited Han is by this idea. The word “exhilarated” is used. I’m now integrating this into my view of him as a character– between this and dressing up as a stormtrooper to get around the Death Star, Han Solo lives for the theater. The deception… the prestige. The making of props and wearing of capes.

LOWKEY KINDA SOUNDS FUN…

Yeah! That’s how I’d characterize Stars’ End– fun. Not really breaking any molds or blowing my tits clean off, but certainly a step up from Splinter of the Mind’s Eye in… every conceivable way, likely. It still suffers from some tired genre conventions, and as always your own mileage may vary, but it’s a very readable adventure story that’s just cheesy enough to not take itself completely seriously.

BEFORE YOU GO:

Bollux is described as having been programmed with sewing and “necessary skills” while serving under a regimental commander in the Clone Wars. Obviously at the time of writing there was no way Daley was told that commanders in the Clone Wars were traditionally Jedi, so for me today it calls forth the image of Obi-Wan having a droid on hand specifically to tailor the cloaks that he throws away on every mission.

Hours are referred to as ‘Standard time parts,’ implying some galactic agreement on measurement. As an American, this is outside my ability to conceptualize.

Stars’ End also contains our first detailed dogfight, and introduces the Headhunter starfighter, which is kind of the X-Wing’s homely older sibling. I’ve been imagining an entirely different shape all my life. Bah oui…

NEXT TIME

Han Solo’s Revenge, by Brian Daley

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