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"Wait that can't be right," Clay said. "Kestrel burned me plenty of times in combat training."
"But you have no scars," Tsunami said. "She tried to set you on fire way more than the rest of us, and you always healed in, like, a day."
"It still hurt, though," Clay said. He remembered that really clearly.
Me breaking into Kestrel's house at 3 am: 🙂🔪
#....... I can't even verbalize how much I hate her anymore#oh well. we're nearing the end at least. her death is imminent :)#kestrel wof#wings of fire#phoenix rereads wof
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hello!! if you can and want, could you write some angst with steve x fem!reader in which reader feels insecure - in a way that she thinks she's annoying because she talks too much and sometimes too loud, and one day, steve has the party over for a movie night and one of the kids mention that she talks too much and she's too loud while steve goes into the kitchen for something (or to the bathroom, whatever). so from that moment on she tries to speak as little as possible until steve brings it up to her one day and comforts her about it.
i'm sorry if it's too specific, if you can't do it, it's alright! your writings are some of my favourites on tumblr!!! 🌼💗
you and steve never really had any major problems, little fights every now and then but it wasn’t big. you still loved each other, you completed each other
but sometimes, just sometimes, you’d wonder if you really did complete steve. moments like this would always come up, like you’d be play fighting with steve and you’d say “i’m gonna catch you!” a bit too loud
when that would happen, you’d quiet down, you’d be the same, just calmer and more quiet. steve never really notice it until one day, where it became way too clear for him not to.
you were with the party, everyone was wrapped around blankets, popcorn and snacks in hand as they watched the movie, steve was next to you, holding you close as you watched
“wait i don’t get it—how did all that happen when her boyfriend was just sleeping, he must’ve noticed, right?” you asked
“hm, don’t think so, it was outside so he couldn’t have heard it” steve explained
“ohh, yeah right” you said, steve then told you he was gonna go get more snacks from the kitchen
“that one’s my favorite” you pointed to the girl on the screen, you liked talking about the characters and movie overall
“oh my god” mike whined
“we get it, jesus” lucas said
“what the hell, guys?” dustin said
“im sorry dustin i cant take it anymore” mike said, “cant you go one minute without talking? it’s so annoying! we can barely hear the movie because of how loud you are!” mike rolled his eyes and dustin smacked him
“oh…i’m sorry” was all you said, you turned back to the movie and snuggled closer into your blanket, wishing you could hide under it forever. you wanted to disappear, to go away.
you zoned out as the scene kept replaying in your head, you knew it. you finally knew what they truly think of you, what they hate about you. and it was exactly what you hated about yourself
you felt steve sit next to you, making you snap back to reality
“got you your favorite” he smiled and gave you the bag, you slightly smiled and ate in silence
ever since that night, you barely spoke. when you’d visit steve, you’d just listen and nod when he’s speaking. only time you’d actually talk is when you had to give a verbal response.
even then, it was low and wasn’t the way you used to talk, it was worse when you were around the party, you wouldn’t utter a single sound. you thought nobody would notice, but steve did. very much.
steve was working robin’s shift, so it was just you and him, he called you earlier, asking if you could come over since he’s closing the store now, you muttered a small ‘mhm’ and went to the store, helping him close up
he was talking to you about one of the customers that came today, and how they’d taken so long to decide what movie they wanted
“can you believe it? 45 minutes just to pick ghostbusters, it’s not even that hard of a decision to make” he said as he put away the tapes, he looked to you and saw you nodding
“let’s go sit for a bit, take a little break” he said and you nodded again, he sat in front of you, holding your hand
he called your name, and you shook your head in question, “you know i love you, right?” he said and you nodded, “you know you can tell me anything, right?” and you nodded yet again
“did i do something?” he asked and you furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head, “talk to me” he said, his tone frustrated
“no” you shook your head
“then tell me what’s wrong” he asked and you stayed silent, “i know somethings wrong, please—tell me why are you acting this way?”
“what way—“
“are you serious?” he cut in, “you’ve barely said a word to me for the past few days, i know theres a reason—talk to me, please.”
you looked at him for a bit and looked down, “there’s nothing wrong, okay? just—some people finally decided be brave enough to tell me the truth”
“what truth? what people—“
“the truth is that im annoying!” you snapped, “that im annoying—and loud, and talkative. and im happy to hear it because they’re not wrong. they’re not! i should actually thank them for finally telling me what’s wrong with me.” you sighed
steve looked at you with such hurt in his eyes, “who said that?” he asked in a low voice
“why do you even care—”
“why do i even ca—are you—because it’s a lie! everything—they’re all lies! baby, who cares if you like to talk about things more than others do, who cares if you’re loud? you’re you and thats what matters, whoever said that is saying complete bullshit, and i don’t care about it. i just—“ he sighed and held your hand tighter, “i miss your voice, i miss the way you get excited about things, i miss the way you talk on and on and on, i miss you. i miss you, peach.”
a smile found its way on your face and you hugged him tight, “i love you, stevie” you said
“i love you too” he smiled, a feeling of comfort finally coming back to him, to hear you and have you in his arms again.
you two held onto each other for a bit before letting go, “now, you wanna tell me who in their right mind said that?”
#stranger things 4#stranger things x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington angst#stranger things fluff#steve harrington x plus sized reader#steve harrington x mayfield!reader#steve harrington x original character#steve harrington x henderson!reader#steve harrington x reader angst#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y:n#steve harrington x female!reader
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Azriel in Silver Flames
I've basically hated the IC since... Acowar, honestly. But the more I think about it, the more conflicted I am about Azriel. I liked him in every book, but in retrospect, I'm not so sure anymore. This is mostly regarding his treatment of Nesta, since he honestly didn't do much before hand the start of Silver Flames, and he didn't do too much during it either.
I understand why Azriel would stay away from Nesta from the end of ACOWAR to the start of Silver Flames. He's observant, and I imagine he's figured out that Nesta doesn't want to spend time with the IC. Moreover, he may also see it as being in Feyre's jurisdiction, and wanting to stay out of it out of respect for her privacy and what not. It's his behaviour through out silver flames that has me conflicted.
Azriel was raised in confinement with limited interactions with other people. He saw his mother once a week, for limited time and suffered physical and verbal abuse, and torture during that time. He had no control over his schedule, food, social interactions, nothing. Yet, despite that, he allowed Nesta to be isolated and kept on a strict schedule and diet that she has no say in, and we never see any signs of him arguing against it. Especially since he knows being locked up somewhere against your will, where you can't leave, often made to do things you don't want, is what most of the IC's trauma roots from (Amren in the Prison, Rhys UTM, Feyre UTM, Mor in the CON, Azriel in his father's dungeon, etc). Why the, seemingly, most sensible person allowed this is beyond me.
Azriel, through out the book, never protests against this treatment either. He treats Nesta decently, though that is the absolute minimum. She should've been treated like that, regardless, of where she was or what she was doing.
He despises Illyria, knows the dangers out there, from both males and whatever's in those forests, yet he doesn't protest against Nesta going. We've seen that there are days where she wanders around on her own (like when she went to Emerie's), without protection. What would happen if she jumped off a cliff or a steep bluff? Or if she went into the forests? What about if some of the males attacked her? It's not like she was constantly supervised. trusting her witch status will keep them away is too risky, since some might not care. Azriel knows the dangers of Illyria, and he let her be taken there. He saw how Illyria hurt his mother, and how she was treated, first hand.
He doesn't do anything even after suspecting that Cassian pushed her down the stairs, or witnessing her being verbally abused by Cassian, and Rhys when he cares to show up. He doesn't defend her, or shut his brothers down, he just lets it happen, seemingly unbothered. Idk about you, but if I was at dinner, and my brother said to his girlfriend, the things that Cassian says to Nesta, I'd drag him out the front door by the hair myself.
Azriel also had a bag packed for Nesta and Cassian's hike from hell, waiting for Cassian to come get it. He let Cassian take Nesta somewhere else against her will. He, presumably, knew about the plan to take her on that hike, helped prepare for it, and just let it happen without a care. He knew where they were taking her, and what they were going to make her do, and he let it happen.
Then there's the issue regarding the Trove. Azriel pushes for Nesta's right to know about what her powers can do, yet he doesn't have any issue pushing her into life threatening situation to keep Elain from it? He says that Elain shouldn't be exposed to whatever darkness the trove and cauldron possess, but that alone implies that Nesta should be exposed to it, and that's despite her mental condition at the time.
While I don't think Azriel's status as a spymaster means he should know things like Nesta's fear of fire, and her suicidal ideation, but it does mean that there's a very good chance that he does (and yet he still sends her on that hike). Knowing this, Azriel implies that Nesta should go on these life threatening missions, where she could be killed, or commit suicide, or be taken.
Azriel is shown to stand up to/argue with Rhysand in the bonus chapters. He does so for himself and arguably Elain. Why doesn't he do it for Nesta too?
It's all of these little things that leave a bitter taste in my mouth regarding Azriel.
Would he have tried to beg/force Nesta to go instead of Elain had she refused, or if he would've stood up for Nesta if Cassian had become physically violent with her. If she refused to go on that hike, would he have fought for her right to chose like he did before? If Rhys tried to kill her, would he stand up to him for her? If Elain is mistreated in her book, would he stand up for her? If so, why not Nesta too? How can he call himself her friend if he doesn't at least try to talk about how wrong it is, assuming he even realises it's wrong to start with.
We haven't gotten much of his pov yet, and he doesn't really say much, but from what I have seen, I'm concerned. Azriel may not be actively trying to hurt Nesta, but it feels like he enables his brothers and his court too much.
Didn't Tamlin dod the same, along with his court, who watched Feyre whither away, and did nothing. Even if they didn't see what was happening in her head, they saw her wasting away from lack of sleep or food. Isn't Azriel doing the same to Nesta by letting her be treated that way? Reaming neutral still makes him part of the problem, doesn't it?
Am I the only one who gets this bad taste in my mouth when I think about this?
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The Milkovich house is a disaster. Actually, disaster is an understatement. Ian always knew how the Milkoviches lived, shit he'd lived that that too for a bit. But it hits different when you're one of two people now tasked with sorting through everything.
Most of it is trash. Some of it, though, is meaningful. An even smaller portion of it is pure treasure.
Ian pulls out a picture, clearly taken years and years ago. It shows two young children, more like toddlers really, dressed up in matching costumes. A Mickey and Minnie Mouse.
"Holy shit," Ian breathes as he stares at the picture. He knows it's his husband but he has to be sure. He flips the picture over and in neat, blue ink reads "Mickey and Mandy, Halloween 1997". He can barely process it. Little Mickey. Little Mickey dressed as Mickey Mouse. He flips the picture over again to stare at how adorable his best friend and husband were when they were little. Mickey is smiling in the photo, a big open mouthed smile, maybe even mid laugh. Adorable. Precious.
"Hey, whatcha got there?" Mickey's voice cuts through Ian's thoughts. Oh no, Mickey shouldn't see this. But also....
"Just a picture of you and Mandy." He tries to deflect, but Mickey's quick. He darts to Ian's side and snags a peak of the picture before Ian can hide it.
He expects curses, eye rolls, maybe a hand to snatch it from Ian. What he did not expect is how Mickey goes still then looks away.
"Throw it away."
"Mick-
"Throw it away! My...my mom took that. Before she...look, just throw that shit away." Mickey picks up a beyond-repair shirt and stuffs it into a 'throw away' trash bag. He stomps off into the house, leaving Ian alone with the picture.
He looks down at little smiling Mickey and Mandy. He can't throw this away, he can't just toss whatever evidence that some parts of Mickey's childhood weren't all bad. He tucks the picture into his coat and continues to sort through the mess.
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Much, much later, they're home. They shower together for quickness and it really is quick (okay, there is some groping) before falling into bed together. Fuck clothes, they're married and at this point, everyone in the house has seen them.
Ian turns to Mickey and tentatively places his hand over his husband's. Mickey accepts it, a finger worries at Ian's wedding band.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Shit, Ian, when do I ever want to talk about it?"
There's a long pause before Mickey presses his free hand to his eyes. "I dunno, man, it's just...I'm a fucking orphan. Terry was fucked up and terrible and I wanted to kill him, should have killed him, but he was...fuck. I dunno. I dunno all this feeling shit is just fucked."
Ian doesn't respond verbally right away, instead he scoots over and gently coaxes Mickey into his arms. Mickey allows it, his head coming to rest on Ian's pec while Ian holds his hand.
"I fucking hate him. He taught me how to shoot, how to hotwire a car. I hate him and he's gone. He...he hurt you."
"This isn't about me," Ian whispers, giving Mickey a squeeze.
"It is cuz I'd be...I'd be in jail right now because I'd have killed that stupid fucking nun by now if it wasn't because of your stupid ginger ass."
Ian pauses, listens to Mickey's breath hitch, feels wetness not from their shower on his chest.
"Do you want to kill her?" Ian asks softly after a while.
"No."
Oh so gently, Ian cups Mickey's jaw and tilts his reddened, tear streaked face up.
"I'm sorry you're hurting, baby, and I am not sorry he's gone. He hurt you and he can't do that anymore." Ian presses a kiss to Mickey's forehead.
Mickey doesn't say much more, either from exhaustion or not wanting to talk about it anymore. Either way, Ian holds him and he doesn't pull away.
"That picture you found was the best day of my life before you. Mom dressed Mandy and I up, we went trick'or'treating, ate so much fucking candy. Then she had to fucking die." Mickey sniffles and Ian holds him closer.
"So stupid, dressed up as that damn mouse."
"You were cute," Ian cuts in because he can't help himself, "you're still cute."
"Sap." Mickey pushes Ian without any real force, making them both smile.
"Yeah, I...have a confession, Mick."
"Fuck, what?"
"I didn't throw the pic away."
Mickey doesn't respond right away, just runs a finger along Ian's chest, fidgeting with some of his chest hair.
"Good."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
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They're back at the house the next day. More trash. More hateful messages and books and shit that Ian would like to forget.
In the end, it's Mickey who finds it. He walks out of one of the smaller bedrooms holding a short, black book. He's staring at it like it's some foreign object or a bomb about to go off. Ian is by his side in a moment.
The book's label is written in that same neat script as the picture - "Mickey and Mandy Growing Up".
"It's a photo album," Ian whispers.
"Yep." Mickey's eyes don't move away from it. His body is still.
Ian places a hand on Mickey's shoulder, "You don't have to open it here, or even today or tomorrow. Let's pack it and when you're ready, we can look at it. Together." Finally Mickey moves. He nods his head and gives the album to Ian.
"Keep it with the picture."
Ian takes the album then leans forward to press a kiss to his brave, emotional, incredible husband. His husband who has the chance to be as happy as the little boy in the picture.
#gallavich#gallavich fic#ian x mickey#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#scurv writes#this was supposed to be fluffy and then OOPS#feelings happened#i just thought about baby mickey and mandy dressed up as mickey and minnie
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I Should Hate You
Ascended Astarion x F! Tav
18+ confrontation, implied trauma/abuse, talks of death, ANGST, blood drinking, fighting (verbal), astarion being rough (physical), threats of violence against self, crying, tenderness, exes getting back together, dubcon, implied lack of control during sex, oral (f!), forced orgasm (kinda), disassociation
Tired of living in constant vigilance and fear, Tav has to confront the Vampire Lord. Even if it means her end. What she doesn't expect is the Ascendant doesn't want her dead at all...
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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"This is a bad idea, Tav."
"I know."
"Then don't go."
Shadowheart's wide green eyes stared deep into her. Hands cupped around her face.
"I cant-" Tav sighed, closing her eyes. "I can't live in fear anymore. Of him. Of what he might do when he finds me."
"We can leave the Sword Coast, we can go. Forever."
"That's not the point. And I wouldn't ask that of you."
"You could." Shadowheart's voice caught, planting soft kisses on her mouth. "You could ask me for anything."
"I know." Tav smiled warmly, leaning into her. Pressing their foreheads together. "I'm sorry."
They both knew what this meant. A life would be taken. Either her's, his, or both. She couldn't see an outcome without death either way. That made her heart ache but she couldn't go on this way.
Always in the shadows, skirting around the edge of society. How ironic, that she had refused his blood, his vampirism, but still lived like one. Even months on, walking with a hood on. Shrouded. Eyes down. Never looking at faces too long.
Who knew there was so much shame in freedom?
No it had to be this way. The last thread he had tied to her wrist must be severed.
She was not afraid to die. She hadn't been afraid for a long time. It wouldn't do any good to start now.
The streets looked as angelic in the soft lamplight as she had remembered. Cobblestones and passersby's. Hushed chatter from corners where couples stood. Rich as an oil painting.
Standing in shadow she took long deep breaths. Committing this view, this feeling to memory. Peace. The perfect intimacy of night.
Took a long steadying breath out.
Okay.
She lifted the hood off of her head, walking out into the soft light. Stood in it for one reverent moment. Knew it wouldn't take long. He had eyes everywhere.
She made a pointed look out, at the faces of men and animals alike. Come get me.
Walked on sure feet into the Elfsong.
"What can I do you fo-"
"Wait. It's you! Our hero! Welcome back, love!"
She smiled sheepishly. Reaching for her coinpurse.
"Ah, come on. I'm just a patron for tonight. One room, please."
"Come off it! No charge for you. I wish I could rent you your old lodgings but we've got a great room for you otherwise. Top floor!"
She smiled. Hopefully, they wouldn't have too much blood to clean up. "That sounds perfect, thank you Alan."
They chatted amicably as he led her up. Handing her the keys with a friendly clasp over her hands.
"If you need anything, anything at all. Truly don't hesitate."
The door closed solidly behind her, she kicked off her shoes. Lighting an oil lamp. Hanging her cloak.
Knew he was waiting, could feel it on the air.
If she was going to die she could at least be comfortable. Slipping into a long silk night shirt.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Okay.
She opened the window, the night air sweet and promising. Billowing the curtains gently. Turned to the vanity and sat down. Eyes closed.
The presence behind her was unmistakable.
Fingers caressing along her collarbone. Picking up the cut ends of her hair.
She shivered, eyes still closed.
"You know, you still feel like him." She hushed, wonder and sadness melded in her voice. "That's the cruelest part. If I could just pretend..."
She opened her eyes, his torso reflected in the mirror. "But I can see you."
"You always could, darling."
She laughed solemnly. "I think I was always pretending, wasn't I? Pretending that you loved me."
"Look at me, Tav."
"Why?" She asked, genuine confusion in her voice. "What good would that do? We both know why you're here." Her eyes steady on his body reflected behind her.
Felt him move before his reflection caught up with him.
Fingers rough on her chin, pulling her face up.
"Look at me."
Her eyes snapped up to his, full of contempt.
He looked... bad. Still perfectly manicured, of course, but with dark purple circles marred under his eyes. Skin pallid. Twitchy. An air of something barely controlled.
"You really did kill everyone, didn't you?" She hushed, jaw clenching under his hold.
He stared down at her, eyes scanning. Dark around his shrunken pupils, that deep red when he hadn't fed in a while.
"Where have you been?"
She stood, his fingers still on her chin. Reached up and held onto his forearm. Not pulling away but not leaning in.
"Away."
He laughed coldly. "Away. Right."
"Why are you here, Lord Ancunin?"
His eyes cut deadly to hers then. Stepping closer.
She stood her ground, feet spread.
Their eyes level with each other.
"I'm here to take back what is mine."
"You still think I'm your spawn, don't you? Didn't you have enough courtesan's to fuck and bleed? Or did you kill them too?"
His hand snapped down around her throat. Breathing hard through his nose.
She stared back, unflinching.
"I'm not afraid of you." She whispered. Aware those words could be her last.
His eyes flared, the muscle in his jaw popping.
His hand flashed forward and ripped the hidden dagger tied to her thigh away. Throwing it across the room.
"I want you back." His voice low, dangerous. Strained.
"I tried to replace you." He lifted her onto the vanity. The bottles crashing to the floor. "None of them. None of them were enough."
She stared up at him, trying to hide the shock in her face. Why was he saying this?
"Tav," He moaned, leaning into her neck. Fingers twisting her hair. Pushing between her legs.
Her body betrayed her then. It felt like him. Smelled like him. Her eyes falling closed.
"Oh Gods, Tav." He groaned, gripping her waist. Licking a hot line up her neck.
"It's not you." She said quietly to herself. Trying to break the spell. "You're not my love."
"Please, Tav." He moaned, hiking her nightgown up over her thigh. "Please, I'm so hungry." The bare need in his voice making her belly flip.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" Her eyes prickled with angry tears. Gripping him tighter to her.
"I want you. I need you." His mouth pushed against her throat. "Please don't make me beg."
She was lost. Why was he asking for permission? Why was he asking at all?
This was not what she had envisioned. She had planned for everything but this.
And still, his hands, shaking and needful, pulled at her. How could this stranger pantomime him so well?
Before the words even left her mouth she knew it was a mistake.
"Starlight?"
He pressed his head into her, moaning low. Biting down desperately.
Fuck.
She gripped his arm, gasping. The familiar ice piercing her neck. The stark realization that she was now the meal of a starving animal. He was going to bleed her to her last drop.
Her mind raced as the gentle euphoria tried to take her. Something she used to treasure now lulling her into a false safety. She had fallen into a bear trap, neck first.
He was going to bleed her dry and change her. Make her his property, his puppet. She had to think fast.
She clenched her hand into a fist and arced it back as hard as she could, the mirror shattering against her back.
He was slow, lost in her throat. Only reacting when she held a shard of glass between them. Pressed to the other side of her neck.
"Release." She warned.
He paused, still latched on. Eyes moving fast between her hand, clamped down around the shard, blood dripping onto her nightgown. Her neck. Her eyes. Calculating.
"You know I'll do it. Release." She pressed the shard hard into her skin. The bite of the glass against her jugular.
He unlatched with a growl, lifting her off of the vanity and throwing her on the bed with inhuman strength. Catching her wrist tightly and throwing the shard hard against the wall. Shattering into a thousand tiny pieces.
"There he is." She hissed. "The Lord Ancunin."
"You are coming back with me."
"You may take my body. You can hurt me, fuck me till I bleed, I don't care. You've done worse. But you will not have me." She laughed coldly. "My heart died with you years ago. But my will is mine."
She sat up on knees, eyes level with his again. Filled with fury. That same fury before she fell.
"You have killed me a thousand times, in little cuts you bled me. Of my hope. My love. It is spilled everywhere in that castle."
Her voice rising. "I have loved you through every tortuous night. Praying and PLEADING to every god that you could love me back. You were my everything. And you tricked me. Tricked me into thinking you could hold me above anything more than a fucking plaything! How dare you come to me and ask for more!"
Tears streaming angry down her face, holding her already bruising wrists up in a mock tie.
"Go on! Take! Take more from me! That's all you have for me, right?! That's our future! Take until I am NOTHING Astarion!"
Their joined breath was heavy in the tense silence as her words cracked through the air.
He stared at her, huffing hard. His chest rising and falling.
"If you force me, I will kill us both and burn that castle to ashes. I swear it." Closing her eyes, the old pain rocking through her again. Her wrists phantom stinging. "Don't make me do this, Astarion. I dont want to hurt you. Please dont make me."
Gripping at his arms, the grief poured out of her in a flood. Her face turning away from his in shame. "Why? Why couldn't it be different with me? You told me you loved me. I could have hated you. It would have been so much kinder to let me hate you. Why did you tell me you loved me?"
Her eyes opened and stared at him through thick water. Demanding an answer. "Did I not do enough? Did I not love you enough? What did I do to deserve this?"
He stared at her, bloody tears leaking from his eyes. Face cold as marble.
His warm hand cupped her cheek. Thumb wiping gingerly at the stream of grief.
"What have I done to you, my sweet?"
She flinched away from his touch on instinct.
His other hand came to cup her face.
"Please don't do that." He whispered, a vein of agony in his voice.
She could not trust this touch. Yet she yearned so desperately to be held by him again.
"Why are you being kind to me?" She laced her fingers through his, still pressed to her cheek.
"Because I-," He started, a hollow pain in his voice. "I'm sorry."
She shook her head, eyes squeezing shut painfully. "No. Don't do that."
"I'm sorry, my love."
She choked back a sob. "Stop."
"I'm so sorry."
She kissed him to silence him. Gasping against his frightfully warm mouth. This wasn't him. She chanted in her mind. This wasn't him.
He threaded his hand through her hair, those familiar lips sliding against hers.
Why did he taste the same, feel the same? Those curls still soft against her seeking hands.
A new stream of tears flowing from her closed eyes. How cruel, for him to be as he was.
"Please, I want to pretend again." She urged, pulling at his doublet, the buttons giving in to her need. "Be sweet to me just one more time, Starlight."
He moaned out a mournful cry into her mouth. Hands pulling her nightgown over her head. "I will do anything for you, my treasure." Laying her back against the sheets. "Please let me show you."
She felt traitorous shivers go up her spine. He was still too beautiful. The silks and pressed linens of his doublet open, revealing the pale plane of his chest. Eyes so strikingly red, lashes long. Irises coursing with her ruby blood. Lips full and pouted. That soft pleading in his eyes.
"Yes, Star." Blinking away tears. "Let me believe you love me." She hushed, her lip trembling.
He kissed down her neck, hands drinking her in. Leaning his pelvis into her spread legs. The hard of his clothed length rubbing against her center.
She was lost in him again, eyes closing. Tight with tears. It had been so long.
His touch intoxicating, pulling the silk of need from her. Tongue crushed velvet against her writhing torso.
"Yes," She urged, head thrown back.
He ran his hot tongue down the sensitive skin inside her thigh, lidded eyes meeting hers. Snapping his doublet open with quick fingers and pulling it fluidly over his head.
"I need you." She whispered. It was never fair, what he did to her.
His eyes suddenly burned out red from the pupil, glowing hot crimson. Mouth falling open, fangs elongating. A rattling in the back of his chest. She realized he had stopped breathing entirely.
A strike of fear pulsed with her arousal. No, this wasn't him. This wasn't a man at all.
"Astarion," She called softly, trying to bring him back.
But he was gone.
His burning eyes darted down to her cunt. Fingernails lengthening into sharp points.
At inhuman speed he dove onto her. Laving hard stripes up and down her center.
She cried out, gripping the sheets. "Fuck," She yelped, already seeing stars.
The onslaught was vicious, his tongue pulsing fast and greedy. Face fully buried in her. Nose pushing up into her clit as he crushed his tongue into her.
Her hips continued to rise in an effort to get away and he only followed, head pushing higher.
"Oh my Gods," She nearly shrieked, the pleasure so intense her body tried to twist away.
He grabbed around her hips and stood on his knees, his ascended strength lifting her entire pelvis up with ease. Her legs falling forward over her chest. Only her shoulder blades still on the bed.
In this new position, he steered her back into his mouth. Burning red eyes glazed over, sharp nails digging into her ass hard enough to break skin. Ten drops of blood dripping down her back.
She clenched her legs together, whimpering loudly. Needing it to stop but her traitor body hungry for more.
He zeroed in on her clit, eyes focusing on her again. Two glowing points in the dim light. That rattling in his chest scaring her and striking a flint of heat through her core.
He clamped down and sucked hard, tongue pulling fast pulses against her engorged clit.
She writhed helplessly, moaning out prey cries. A rabbit caught.
"Please, please, I cant take it-" She whimpered loudly, her limbs tingling hot in warning. The ache in her pelvis nearly breaching.
Her vision went white as it hit her. Shrieking out as a perfect agony thrashed her against the stones. Drowning in the pleasure of his violence. Her body wrenching in a tortuous rhythm. Fucked to oblivion. Arching up, head hanging as he lifted her even higher. The blood rushing to her head threatening black stars in her vision.
"Stop," She gasped as his mouth continued to devour her. "Please, enough."
"Astarion, STOP!"
His eyes dimmed again, the red pulling away he let her drop, blinking. "Oh, oh my treasure. I-"
She curled onto her side. Pulling her legs hard into her body. Shaking and closing her eyes.
She was vaguely aware of him speaking above her but she was gone. Drifting away from her body. Seeing the room from far, far above herself. The world narrowing to a small point.
His hands shaking her brought her crashing back.
"Tav," He urged, looking deep in her eyes. "Tav, please speak to me."
"I want you to go." She whispered, looking foreign at him. "Please, go."
"No, please. I dont know what-"
"If you care as much as you pretend to, then please go."
He bit his lip, eyes scanning her face.
"I will find you again. I will make this right."
She layed her head back down, curling back into herself.
He pulled the sheets and blankets up over her. Pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"I will see you again, my treasure."
And he was gone, whipping up into the wind, out the open window.
Left with the silence of the night, she let the slow tears leak down the side of her face.
What had she started?
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Part 5
#evil vampire rizz release me#beautiful screenshot by @astarionposting#astarion smut#astarion x tav#ascended astarion#lyrics from: will you cry - gracie abrams
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your response literally made me realize that they need Izuku more than he needs them despite what Hori wants us to think.
Because think about it, nobody ever acknowledges Izuku unless he does something that benefits THEM! And fuck whatever he needs or wants!
They even make fun of his interests as if he’s the inpy one who does that sort of thing! So again, how am I supposed to believe they actually give a shit about him and his wellbeing?
Hi @theloganator101 👋
All of this. 👆
Now I like the idea of Izuku having friends, I like the idea of Izuku having ride or dies (such as Shoto.)
However, canon has left all of Izuku's friendships with the 'DekuSquad' and Class 1A as a whole to rot or actively does it a disservice in the name of 'comedy', for Bakugou's benefit or because Hori gives no care to them.
Class 1A, we know, never stand up for Izuku against Bakugou, so Hori's golden boy doesn't look bad. However, by consequence, it also looks like they don't care for Izuku apart from some key members like Tokoyami who never stand for Bakugou's shit. (Bless you, Tokoyami!)
However, with Izuku's main friendships in the 'Deku Squad', we have:
Izuku & Ochako - a friendship/budding relationship that is left to rot and actively done a disservice for 'comedy' and Bakugou's benefit.
Izuku & Iida - a friendship that is left to rot and actively done a disservice for 'comedy' and Bakugou's benefit.
Izuku & Shoto - a friendship that is actively done a disservice for 'comedy' and for Bakugou's benefit.
Izuku & Tsuyu - left to rot and done a disservice for Bakugou's benefit.
Izuku & Aoyama - left to rot.
How are we meant to buy that Ochako cares for and 'loves' Izuku when she calls him 'plain' and is so set on hiding her feelings?
When she doesn't stand up for him when he's being abused by Bakugou and when she looks freaked out whenever Izuku is shown to enjoy his hobbies?
Or when she 'who loves Izuku' barely spends any time with him?
From what we see in canon, we can't.
How are we meant to buy Iida cares for Izuku when he barely appears with him now?
How are we meant to buy Iida is Izuku's "best friend" yet when he is so quick to call Izuku "Mr House Arrest" and take Aizawa's side without hearing out Izuku?
Or when Iida is so quick to hit him* after Izuku getting out of the hospital?
Logically, we can't. *Yes, Iida apologised for doing this. However, this moment does rub me wrong, and even if this punch is nullified by the apology, the other criticisms still stand.
How are we meant to buy Shoto cares for Izuku when he thinks nothing of Bakugou verbally and physically berating Izuku now*?
*Yes, Shoto is an abuse victim, and some become desensitised to this behaviour as a result - however Shoto did not begin the series acting this way, so what conclusion can we draw?
How are we meant to buy that Shoto is a close friend of Izuku when he is chasing after Bakugou's friendship (Bakugou, who is openly hateful of Izuku?)
It looks like, through Hori trying to glorify Bakugou, that Shoto doesn't care as much for Izuku as we would like to think.
Tsuyu and Aoyama are barely even there anymore, let alone bond with Izuku.
Tsuyu used to stand up to Bakugou and his bullshit openly - now? Not a peep. She's only here to be an accessory to Toga vs. Ochako and Ochako as a whole. Izuku, who?
Aoyama has strong parallels with Izuku due to both starting the series quirkless and being given a quirk by AFO and AM, respectively. Yet this friendship is barely given any focus by Hori. Hori doesn't want Izuku to think about his own past during Aoyama's backstory, so he fails to give Izuku any introspection and fails to deepen their connection and Izuku's character as a result.
Class 1A as a whole are also done a disservice by Hori having them all gang up on Izuku with Bakugou leading the charge.
To conclude - Hori hates Izuku and it is clear looking at just how dirty he does all his connections in 1A and major friendships.
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Me again, back for them tasty Halo RVB requests. I know they didn’t have a whole lot of screen time, but would you be willing to do a North vs South Dakota concept? Sibling rivalries mixed with high stress work environments always turn out great.
-📸 Anon
Oh boy... here you go, lol.
Yandere! North vs South Dakota
Pairing: Romantic/Platonic - Rivalry
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Violence, Forced companionship/relationship.
I covered South before, so if you've seen the South concept then you know she can be such a brat and problem child due to her inferiority/superiority complex.
She hates to share and hates the idea of being in her brother's shadow.
North I haven't covered on here but he is the opposite of his sister.
He's much more kind and nurturing, protective and caring.
He is certainly the Freelancer deserving of the AI Theta.
North no doubt makes South's obsession worse.
Her brother is, of course, much more appealing than her.
Which would naturally make you gravitate towards him.
Which drives her insane.
She hates being less favored and is competitive to the point of volatility.
The moment she realizes North has an interest in you?
Mental. Breakdown.
Just because they're siblings does not mean South will go easy on North.
She feels she deserves one good thing in her life, at least.
Which means North is suddenly bombarded by South screaming at him or trying to harm him.
North being yandere would increase South's demanding nature.
She now takes up so much of your time.
She's more moody and probably emotionally manipulates/hurts you more.
She can't vent her frustration properly.
South may even try to use her obsession to prove she's better than her brother in this rivalry.
Meanwhile there's North... he sees how South treats you.
She teases you, bullies you, is incredibly possessive of you.
It hurts his heart.
He loves his sister but you can't just be treated like that.
North is calm and compassionate to you.
He often acts parental at times and is a shoulder to cry on.
He understands his sister desperately wants you...
But you clearly aren't happy with her.
So, he steps in to ease your anxiety and protect you.
He drifts apart from his sister since he doesn't like her behavior.
All of this drives South to the brink.
Of course! Of course her brother has to steal her victory again.
Why? Doesn't he have everything?
He's stronger, he has an AI, at this point he may have you.
Such a thought makes her think of drastic measures.
The two end up getting into not only verbal fights, but physical ones.
The stress from being a Freelancer and their personal connections make them hate each other.
It takes a lot to make North hate someone.
Especially his sister.
But you mean a lot... to both of them.
If left unchecked they may just murder each other.
Considering North's fate in canon, South may just get the last laugh anyways.
Their rivalry ruins their synergy, it makes their performance fall.
But who cares at this point?
Both of them will end up wanting you in the end.
If it means they get you in the end... they'll fight.
They may even kill.
Their rivalry is very destructive in nature.
They aren't siblings anymore... they're enemies... which means one of them has to go, one way or another.
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Inccubus!Akaza x Fem!afab!Reader
summary: your mother sold you to an incubus for a lot of money, and when you were the right age, he came after your virginity and purity, but he only found a bitch who would fuck anyone. But he wouldn't leave empty-handed, not before he showed you that no one was allowed to touch what he was promised.
a/n: this plot was on my mind for a long time, so i gathered all my biggest fears and put it into it and it ended up making it a shameless smut that would make my mom cry blood if she read it
warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, dub-con, vaginal fingering, public degradation, public humiliation, lots os orgasm, blowjob
tw: abusive maternal relationship, dub-con
The first time you dreamed about him was when you lost your virginity.
A week after turning eighteen, you decided to step out from under your mother's religious and damning wing to test your own. Your first sexual experience was boring. Maybe this definition isn't enough for what you thought of sex, because boredom could still bring back certain memories a few days later and you could still tell your friends how bored you got when you spread your legs to that guy for him just take off his own pants and put them in you for less than two minutes, let out a moan and come inside the condom, without withdrawing from you.
You didn't even feel pain. In fact, you felt absolutely nothing. Was he too small? That's what you asked yourself. As mentioned above, it was such a void that you simply ignored it for the next few days, months, maybe years. Boredom would make you say something funny to make your friends laugh, but your experience made you shut up. When they asked you about the first time, you lied that you hadn't had one yet, because of your mother's overprotectiveness. Lucky for you, you had a wacky, shy matriarch who lowered you to the level of a worm when she suspected you weren't pure anymore. And using that to your advantage, you thought it was much better to be laughed at by your sex-savvy friends than to admit to them that your virginity was taken by a premature ejaculator who seemed to be disgusted to touch you.
The judgment didn't come from your mother at first. When you got home, with your clothes a little out of place from getting dressed as quickly as possible to get out of that guy's house and life, she accepted your excuse that you had showered at work and went to lock herself in bedroom and stayed maybe three hours there and left to make you regret for lying.
"You whore!" she yelled at you, making you feel her hot breath hit your face. "Who do you think you are to sleep with someone? So many times have I warned you to stay a virgin until the time is right? You fucking slut! I want you out of my sight! You can't even keep those legs closed next to one man? Are you such a cockslut? After all I taught you, did you still offer that dirty pussy to some asshole? I hate you, you bitch!"
And in addition to the verbal aggressions, there were also physical ones. Your face burned on both sides from the heavy slaps she gave. Your tears were already rolling down your face like small waterfalls next to nasal fluids. She only stopped cursing and hitting you when she got tired. Storming out the front door, leaving you lying on the kitchen floor, curled up in a fetal position, staring at your broken reflection in the glass of the stove's oven lid. And it was with this depressing scene that you gave in to sleep and slept right there.
That's when he appeared in your dreams, around a fog. His golden eyes as he looked at you lying on the floor, but no longer in the kitchen of your mother's house, squatting down beside you. His fingers ran over your aching face as he spoke accusing words, but in a slow, almost affectionate tone.
"If you had listened to your mother, none of this would have happened, little doll," he said, caressing your cheekbones and running his fingers down your nose until they landed on your trembling, crying-swollen lips, where he forced them with the tips for you to open. You resisted and he showed no displeasure. But his words weighed even more. "If you had kept your virginity for me, you wouldn't have had that bad experience with that asshole. But that's not a problem anymore, he won't even have the strength to get an erection anymore to displease another poor thing who fucks him," he almost hummed like a lullaby, now running his fingers through your hair. "My will was to kill him. Even though I made him almost dysfunctional when he set eyes on you, and made him incapable of making a woman cum, he still dared to touch what is mine. Unforgivable. I just won't do it because you consented. You took your clothes off for him. You showed that little virgin pussy to him. What a bad little girl... Bad girls who don't listen to mommy can't be forgiven, did you know that?" And using his other hand, he slid between your legs. You showed no resistance. Maybe it was the strange caresses he was giving you that made you expose yourself to him in search of some protection for the humiliations you went through from your mother. "But I know you'll disobey her again. And I know I'll have to wait a little longer to finally come and get what's rightfully mine." Now his fingers were sliding along your slit, in slow in and out movements. You were so entertained that you didn't even notice the moment he wrapped your panties around your crotch, leaving your entrance exposed. Unconsciously, you turned your hips to lean your ass on the floor and give him more access to your cunt, and then a moan came from deep in your throat as you felt his fingers hit a sensitive spot inside you. "You really are a loose woman. I didn't have to force you to open up to me. I should be furious about that, baby doll." Although he spoke softly, his caresses stopped and he started to mark your skin. Every part that his hands touched on your body was a moan of pain that you released when he sank his fingers into your flesh. You felt it all burn. And his fingers stuck in your pussy until the knots, making you mumble unintelligible things. You didn't know if it was the pain or the pleasure that made you tear up. Perhaps it was the combination of both sensations.
A few more finger thrusts, drawing wet sounds from your cunt, you felt something coming. It was weird and it burned you. And you grabbed his strong arm, which he used to fuck you, looking for protection and then your body shuddered and your pussy closed in his fingers.
"You were so bad and I, instead of punishing you like you deserved, made you cum. Tsk. Tsk. Your punishment will come, little doll. Don't think I'll forget what you did," he said and removed his fingers from within you, glowing with your fluids and forced you to open your mouth to welcome them there. You felt tears prick your eyes when the breath failed to have his fingers almost brushing your throat. The loud sounds were just as or dirtier than the ones your pussy made, because his fingers were soaked by the fluids that came out of it, which he made you release. After he fucked your mouth with his fingers, he withdrew them leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips and his fingertips.
"When I come after what's mine, I hope you're prepared to suck my cock like this. Or I won't be as understanding as I am now," that said, he disappeared and you went back to the kitchen.
You didn't know if you had dreamed. It could be so, but you felt it had been real when you felt sore spots all over your skin. And also for your panties wrapped around your crotch, with your pussy exposed to the fresh air. And also for the saliva remaining on the sides of your lips.
The breath failed and a sudden feeling of shame washed over you. Thinking that this was all a prank played by your subconscious, you painfully got up from the floor, straightened your clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower and wash from your body all the sin that permeated it.
After that dream, nightmare or anything you couldn't name, your relationship with your mother went from bad to worse. She had never been affectionate with you, she just tolerated you. You didn't understand the anger she had for you, much less the contempt she directed at you every time she looked at you. You also never tried to understand, it was better when she was silent in her corner, without trying to approach, because every time you spoke, it was hours in a row hearing from her how dirty were the women who fornicated or who simply took pleasure in have sex.
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Your mother tried at all costs to germinate that seed in you, but your soil was not fertile. Your mind was too open for such matters, and it was always ignored in ultra-conservative speeches.
It wasn't like you owed her satisfaction about how much you felt your pussy get wet when some attractive man showed interest in you. However, you still felt like you should listen to your mother and not have sex with anyone who wooed you.
You saved yourself as far as you could, but you decided that to see yourself free from the cross that your mother nailed in your existence, you should stop listening to her and do with your body what you wanted. You always heard from charlatans who only aimed to extract money from the unsuspecting that your body was a temple and as such, you could bring as many visitors as you wanted to it, however, impregnated with the sacred feminine, they would live in your womb forever and ever. For that reason you should be very cautious in choosing who should enter your holy temple.
You huffed in disgust at the nonsensical thoughts these dishonest people were filling your head with, in the middle of the supermarket, in front of the coffee aisle. The people walked away from you. How could someone so young already talk to herself and smile at what she said? You really did look crazy, but it didn't matter.
After that first dream about that indistinguishable being, you had others. Countless others.
Sometimes he just appeared and sat on the edge of your bed, silently watching you. Others he even talked to you. And in the ones where he looked angry that you fucked a guy in an unsanitary bathroom at a horrible party, he'd take your clothes off and stare at you naked and exposed to him. He didn't touch you, but embarrassed you with that golden gaze assessing you from head to toe, assuring you that your body didn't belong only to you, but to him as well.
Bullshit. You tried to convince yourself, but it was impossible.
He looked up to you like you were the most wonderful thing in the world and that made you feel good. You no longer felt ashamed, so much so that you went to sleep wearing only clothes made of thin and transparent fabrics, too easy to remove from your body. Perhaps that would please your visitor. Or just make him even angrier that you didn't show any resistance.
Unconsciously, acting like a rebel, you became what your mother most feared you would become. The dirtiest of sluts.
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"I'm really getting pissed at you, little doll. How can you go around showing any man what should be reserved just for me?" His voice sounded in your room, as you almost hallucinated from the orgasm caused by the vibrator stuck in your pussy and vibrating in your clit, sending shock waves through your entire body.
"You're a coward," was the first time you'd spoken to him. "A damn coward who only appears in my dreams, uses me as he pleases and leaves me in the corners to act like a fucking crazy in the streets." Your voice coming out shaky and your fingers nervously trying to find a tight, aching nipple to pinch between your fingers and pull when orgasm was about to explode on you.
"Coward," he repeated syllable by syllable. As if he felt that word on his lips or tried to know what it tasted like, if it was as horrible as it sounded. You really were an inconsequential woman. You didn't know the danger you were putting yourself in.
"Yes. If I'm yours, why don't you show up in the flesh and come try to get me? Are you afraid I'll throw holy water on you?" You smiled weakly and rolled your eyes when you finally came. You took the vibrator out of yourself and placed it on the white sheet, not caring if a wet stain formed there. Still shaking, you tried to get up, but it was too difficult when you weren't in control of your body.
And it was in the midst of these lucid dreams that you had the best orgasms. And it was to get more and more of them that you subjected yourself to sleeping with bad men. All of them were just as bad or worse than the first one. But you knew that you had to sacrifice yourself for that being to appear once again to you, giving you the chance to reach paradise, at least momentarily, trying to forget that at the end of your life, it would be the gates of hell that would open for you.
With a broken smile, you thought you now thought just like your mother. And before you woke up from the nightmare, he appeared to you. Without that fog around him that always hid him. However, the deafening sound of your alarm clock made your body jerk and woke you up before you could see him properly, frustrating you.
The first thing you saw was the blue sky gracing the landscape in your window, you turned off the alarm clock after stabilizing the movements of your hands a little and with trembling legs from the recent orgasm, you noticed that there was no vibrator in your bed, but the wet stain on the sheet of your fluids, below your ass, made it clear that you had cum somehow.
Sighing in anger, you took a long shower. You ignored your mother's insults and went to work.
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The last straw for your visitor came the day you agreed to have sex with three guys at once. You didn't know if this was what you wanted, but if it was to hit your mother, hurt her the way she hurt you, you didn't bother to mark the exact place to find them.
They were acquaintances of yours, not exactly friends, but they were handsome and seemed nice, and the three of them, at some point, when they learned of your naughty reputation, didn't hesitate to put you in a group on some instant messaging app to do that unusual request. At first you were scared, but when you reasoned and thought about the benefits – not just the matriarch's disappointment, but also some longer visit from the demon and consequently more orgasms for you – you accepted.
It was true that one of your least favorite fetishes was have sex with more than two people at a time, and now you were planning to fuck three. It was too crazy and you even thought about leaving the group and blocking them all.
But you didn't give up when your visitor appeared in your room looking for an explanation.
“Oh, what is it? Am I not the dirtiest bitch according to my mother? I’m just giving her reasons to keep talking shit about me!” you were enraged when he pinned you to the bed, stark naked and unable to touch yourself. He didn't touch you either, he just made you watch him tease you, either daring to slide his fingers into your aching clit but not touching it, or threatening to give you an oral you've been fantasizing about for ages. But again he just left you wanting.
It left you completely lit up and frustrated. That was your punishment.
Well, you joined the group and sent the confirmation to the guys. You would meet them the next night.
It would be impossible for all three of you to be as bad in bed as all the guys you've dated before.
The anxiety that accompanied you was almost suffocating. Your mind accused you worse than your own mother. You felt like you were out of your mind. You knew this was all because you felt exhausted from all this shit and all you wanted was some peace. But after this demon appeared to you, peace was simply the last thing life would bring you.
Wiping your tears in front of the mirror, trying not to hate yourself as you got ready for that date, you walked past your mother and said:
“You don't have to call me or call the police, the father of one of the guys I'm going to fuck is now a police chief and knows very well where your daughter will be,” you said, emphasizing 'one of the guys' and leaning in to speak in her eats, as if telling her a secret "riding his son's dick while his friends fuck my mouth or slap my face" you dodged the slap she tried to give you and left the door slamming with a bang, stepping quick not to hear the heaviest curses she threw at you.
When you arrived at the agreed place, you didn't see any of them. In fact, all you saw was the strangely empty and silent street. You could even hear cats fighting on some roof and others rummaging through the garbage cans of the food stores in the neighborhood. But not a single soul passed through there.
You were getting more scared with that weather. Not liking it at all, and your heart rate only accelerated when you heard footsteps behind you, getting closer.
“Hey girl,” someone called out to you, making you jump out of your seat and turn running to look.
It was a deep, masculine voice, and the owner of the voice was one of the guys you would meet. But you soon realized he wasn't human. He had the same presence and scent, but milder, than the demon that accompanied you. “Akaza sent me here. I think for the sake of your existence, you don't resist.”
You still looked around, looking for the other guys you would have the date with.
“They won't come. I think they're still sleeping after Akaza paid them a little visit,” he said without showing any emotion.
“Who is Akaza?” you asked, unable to hide the smirk of relief as you realized you wouldn't have to do what you were going to do. Almost forgetting there was an imposter there with you.
"Don't you know your owner's name, girl?" this time he stared at you in disbelief.
"Owner? I don't have an owner,” you argued, frowning.
"No? Well, anyway, putting you in your place is his role. I'm only here because he asked me for this favor, and I couldn't turn down a request from my best friend." He shrugged and started walking, leaving you behind. You thought about running, but the way he turned to face you froze you in place and you could only move to keep up with him.
The journey was made in pure silence. You lost in the tangle of disconnected thoughts, and he silent, not looking at you.
He stopped in front of a commercial room. He had the door slightly raised, and you went through it. But from then on, all you could understand what was happening was by touch and hearing, your vision was completely darkened.
But you felt like there were more than two people making up and dressing you. They had the softest touch as they applied makeup to you, rubbed blush on your cheekbones and painted your lips with lipstick.
Silently, after they finished putting your makeup on, they took off your clothes, including your underwear, and replaced them with a light dress. So thin and delicate you felt like a doll.
And you understood exactly why he always called you "little doll" and its variations. When he turned on the light and you saw yourself in the huge mirror on the wall of that empty place, you really looked like a doll. Was beautiful.
And practically naked. The dress covered absolutely nothing so transparent.
You were so distracted looking at your image in the mirror, noticing the makeup so well applied, the lipstick enhancing your skin tone, making it beautiful and glowing that you didn't notice the moment when everyone had disappeared and in their place, Akaza who entered.
Standing and leaning against the door, looking at you so beautifully like that, the clothes leaving your curves on display for his appreciation.
You only noticed when he cleared his throat. Overcome by shyness, you tried to cover yourself. It was the first time you had seen him clearly. He was breathtaking. Even more attractive was his well-defined body. And the bulge marking his pants. You couldn't tell if he had an erection or if he was big enough to leave a print on his clothes.
"He did a really good job, huh? It managed to make you even more beautiful than you already are," he complimented, approaching you and picking up a strand of your hair and bringing it to his nose, where he sniffed and made an expression of pleasure. "It's too bad for those assholes who can't fuck you." He smiled. "Because today it's going to be my cock that this pretty little pussy of yours will milk until I fill you with cum." He ran his nose down your neck, sliding his hand between your legs and over the fabric his fingers found your entrance. "But it won't be here," he said. "I have prepared a special place to finally take possession of what is mine."
You tried not to moan at the stimulation of his fingers, and you didn't have time either, because he was already moving away from you.
"Let's go now."
You followed him without question. You didn't know where it was, but it didn't matter. You just wanted to be in that demon's arms once and for all, feel him fucking you finally until you finally know what it's like to be treated well by someone.
But the reality that his punishment was starting when you left that trading room. The street that was once deserted was now swarming with people. And you felt completely naked in people's eyes. Some accusatory and others of desire. You wanted to run back inside where you were, but Akaza grabbed you by the waist.
"Don't worry little doll, this is just the beginning. It will get worse later on," he assured you close to your ear.
You shivered at the thought of what could be worse than walking almost naked through a crowd of people.
"But you like it, don't you? I can smell your pussy getting wetter from here." He laughed, making you embarrassed. It was true, it was even uncomfortable to walk, having your fluids leaking from your entrance, almost running down your legs.
You didn't know where he was taking you, but you knew the way. It overlooked an almost empty street, with only the amphitheater taking over an entire block.
Was he really taking you to the theater dressed like that? You went into despair. But you couldn't think too much, as he stopped and held you by the waist so you stopped walking too. Without seeing what he was doing, you only felt the moment when a blindfold was placed over your eyes and the path from then on was guided by him. Strong, tattooed arms holding you tight around the waist.
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You arrived at your final destination, still blindfolded, you felt him placing you on the floor. You definitely weren't expecting a warm wooden floor under your ass. Still confused, you felt a shiver run down your spine as you felt him spreading your legs wide after tangling the hem of your dress to your waist. He also pulled the flimsy straps down until your dress was just a bunch of fabric around your waist. The icy air in the room gave you goosebumps and made you want to complain. But you kept the complaint. The silence of the environment was even good. And you wondered when Akaza would finally fuck you.
"No need to rush, little doll. We have all the time to ourselves. Now I'm going to turn on the lights and take off your blindfold."
After that, you heard his footsteps walking away from you and a few moments later, you heard the spotlights turn on. And when the blindfold was finally taken from your eyes, you wished it had never been.
In front of you, sitting on the theater benches, eagerly awaiting the show, dozens, perhaps hundreds, of – demons – spectators stared at the stage. Where you were, totally vulnerable to them.
And as soon as they saw you, noisy exclamation sounds were heard. There was no more silence. And Akaza was right behind you. Without you noticing, he was also practically naked.
Like a good presenter, he announced that the show was about to begin.
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"Look, ladies and gentlemen, what happens when whoever is rightfully ours decides to stand up to us. Learn how the punishment is properly done." Akaza's voice was loud and sent shivers down your spine. Maybe it was the sneering tone of a creature that wouldn't be mercifully embarrassing you in front of other demons, or maybe it was the wonderful feeling of his fingers circling your clit, drawing sly moans out of you, without your consent.
But the sounds that came out of your mouth were completely muffled by the loud voices in an encouraging tone of the crowd present there, watching that roleplay in which you were being forced to star together with Akaza.
Not even in your worst nightmares would you imagine yourself in such a situation; with your legs fully spread, with your tits out and your cunt exposed to everyone present there. And, just behind you, squatting down, Akaza saying profanities to you and the onlookers, about you. Telling everyone what a bitch you were and how cock-hungry you were.
"She was betrothed to me. Her mother made a pact with me before she was born, promising that when she came of age I could take her to myself to do as I pleased. But did you know when she turned 18, did she decide to lose her virginity to some weak human? She let another man get his dirty hands on what was promised to me. Even after I gave her mother every luxury, as promised," he continued with the speech and his fingers bent, scraping dangerously in your dripping cleft.
"She's a bitch!" someone shouted among the people. "Make her regret it!"
Others nodded noisily and you felt Akaza's smile against your neck.
"See what you've done, little doll? They want me to punish you severely. Wouldn't you rather have listened to your mother? That bitch didn't want to get you out of hell, she just wanted the money I gave her in exchange for her daughter's purity." He licked your cheek and slid his tongue to the curve of your neck where he sank his teeth into your flesh, making you scream and nearly close your legs against his hand.
"Sir, she's not letting us see that pretty pussy," someone complained.
"Do you still try to fight, doll? Am I going to have to use the cuffs to keep your legs spread wide for them to see? You don't like showing your little pussy to anyone, so why are you trying to hide it from my companions? Feel honored to be so admired." He chuckled, licking the blood that oozed from the wound he'd opened with his teeth in your skin.
"The debt…" you began shakily, almost screaming as he sank his fingers all at once into your entrance, causing your walls to close in around him. “... it's my mother's... I didn't agree with it..." you tried to argue, pulling your toes tightly until they turned white to try to suppress a little bit the pleasure you were feeling. The pleasure you shouldn't be feeling.
You were being exposed in this way, humiliated in public, being subjected to the worst offenses.
Why didn't your pussy stop lubricating? May because you couldn't stop thinking about how much you wanted his cock, which was so hard rubbing against your waist. And wet too. Your senses were so heightened that you could smell him almost making you imagine his taste on your tongue.
"Have you noticed, gentlemen? She's so thirsty for my cock that all she can think about is how much she wants it fucking her pretty little mouth." Akaza cackled, being accompanied by the raucous sounds of sneers rippling through the theater, making the stage floor against your ass vibrate. You wanted to cry and hide, but Akaza, in a rush of good deed, sat behind you, withdrawing his fingers in an embarrassing pop from your pussy and affectionately hugging your waist with both arms, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, which was numb from the bite, and gave a warm kiss on your cheek.
"I'll let you suck my cock only if you touch yourself, please yourself, until you cum now, in front of all of them," he said softly, just for you to hear.
And you froze. You didn’t want to. You were comfortable with him fucking you with his fingers, touching you so shamelessly. At least the dirty work wasn't for you to do. Now, having to do something you didn't want to do, in front of demons you didn't like, you wanted to pinch yourself to wake up from yet another of those dreams. But it was real. Akaza was in the flesh touching you. That audience was real. You were very wide awake and conscious.
"Come on, princess. Use those fingers to touch yourself. Show everyone how self-sufficient you can be. After all, it was your fingers that made you cum after all the frustration you went through with those guys."
He encouraged you, his hands left your waist and went to your breasts, where he caught both nipples and twisted them painfully, making you scream.
“What is she doing just standing there?" Someone yelled. "As beautiful as that pussy is, it's even better when something is pounded into it. Come on, you slut, entertain us!"
And more words of encouragement were heard by you.
"Give them what they want, princess. If you're a good girl, I can end our banter somewhere more private, just as it would have been if you hadn't been such a bad girl." And he licked the back of your neck after tilting your head forward. You shivered and whimpered.
Awkwardly, you lowered your hands to between your legs and placed a finger on your swollen and painful clit. Not knowing exactly what you were supposed to do, you closed your eyes and proceeded to rub your digits over the bundle of nerves, making your toes curl up again.
"Make her open her eyes! I want to see her looking at us while she’s cumming."
Before Akaza could tell you what you should do, along with non-existent courage, you opened your eyes and dropped them mortars, pretending to look at the crowd but your vision focused on a point in their midst, perhaps on an empty chair. And you imagined that sitting there was Akaza. Imagining him watching you masturbate, you rubbed your fingers more on your clit and felt your body start to shudder. You were almost on the edge, so it didn't take long for you to cum in loud grunts, calling the name of the demon playing with your nipples, making him completely glad for it.
And everyone cheered as if a team from some game had scored.
After cumming, you let your arms fall limp to your sides. The legs already hurt from being so spread, you didn't dare bring them together. You decided to let those assholes see your juicy pussy pulsing from your recent orgasm.
And what a beautiful scene that was.
Even Akaza wanted to be there in the audience to see the show. Even though he knew how delicious you were after cumming.
"Good girl. Very good girl, my little doll. That's just how I wanted you to always be. Obedient and delicious," he praised you, making you give a tiny smile. "I will reward you." And he let go of your nipples and gave another kiss on your cheek. Coming out from behind you, causing you to nearly freeze away from his seething body.
He stopped beside you, standing with his pants bunched up on his bare feet.
"Look," he ordered.
You looked at him. The golden eyes evaluated you from above and it was impossible for you not to look away from his cock that remained imposing, hard and heavy, pointed at you. The dripping head and the bulging veins, making your mouth water. "It's all yours, little doll. You can suck it like it's the best candy you've ever tasted." He smiled in encouragement and at the moment you were almost deaf to the encouragement of those present there. It was as if they didn't matter anymore. You were about to give a demon a blowjob, nothing else made sense.
Timidly, you put your tongue out until you reached the wet tip where you surrounded it with it until you had the courage to welcome it completely into your mouth.
Akaza sighed and encouraged you, running his hand through your hair. You ignored someone telling him to punch the whole dick in your mouth at once to suffocate you. He now wanted to please you and not scare you.
First you stuck his cockhead inside your mouth and closed your lips around it to suck it hard, trying to get more fluid out of the slit. The taste pleased you and made you moan. He groaned along with the feel of the hot, wet insides sucking him so hard. And gradually, you were sliding his cock all over your mouth cavity, using your tongue to help, feeling his pulsing veins.
The sound of the blowjob was wet, both from his fluids and the huge amount of saliva you released to make your job easier. And it didn't take long for your head to move back and forth and your eyes watering when you couldn't handle his length and thickness.
But you did your best not to choke and embarrass yourself – even more so – in front of everyone and especially him.
"That's right, little doll. You know exactly how to please me... And I didn't even have to teach you, hm? Your little mouth was a virgin... Did you at least give me that first time, huh? Was it worth it for me to make those idiots so dysfunctional... They never felt the immeasurable pleasure your mouth is giving me..." He smiled and threw his head back, digging his fingers between the strands of your hair and moved his hips back and forth to feel you swallowing him entirely.
You relaxed your throat more and felt more saliva to soften the blowjob and you didn't suffocate. It didn't help much, you felt it swelling inside your mouth. He was close to the orgasm. His moans were loud and guttural, reverberating off the walls of the amphitheater, drawing profane words from the crowd, telling you what a good cocklut you were. How fucking thirsty you were for him.
Before coming, he turned to the audience and asked where he should cum. Several options were given. In the mouth. In the face. In the breasts. In your pretty pussy.
He chose the latter.
Withdrawing from your mouth, he turned you with agility by the arm, making you stand with your legs open for him, and in profile for those present. Stroking his cock with his hand, making loud and exciting sounds, he got on his knees and with a strong arm he pulled you by the waist, making you sit on one of his knees, with your torso lying on the stage floor. You saw his dick head very close to your entrance and he rubbed on your clit, making you sigh and with loud grunts, he finally released the jets of cum in your cunt. You could feel his fluids sliding down your lips, slit and groin. It was hot and gooey, but that just made you want to be his bitch forever.
And sure enough you would.
When he recovered from his orgasm, he ran his fingers over his own cum and used it as a lube, as if your juices weren't enough, to masturbate you and give you another orgasm.
When you were exhausted and completely humiliated, he dismissed everyone from there.
"Have you learned your lesson, little doll?" he asked, still stroking his own cock, which was hardening in his hand. Looking at your face smeared with makeup, saliva and traces of precum leaking from the sides of your swollen lips.
"Yea..."
"I know you did." He smiled and came close to you, releasing his heavy, hard cock. You couldn't help but look. "Now I'm going to fuck you the way I've been promised. Consider it a reward for the trust I'm placing in you," he said, gripping your knees and pulling them to wrap your legs around his waist. Pulling you to him, you felt his cock rubbing against your entrance. "Don't you dare let another human touch you again, or I'll let all those hungry demons fuck you at the same time, understand?"
You nodded effusively, trying not to freak out at the idea. "Although after you feel my cock in your pussy, there won't be anything you want me to do anymore."
And in one thrust, he was fully embedded inside you.
The pain of sudden penetration had you rolling your eyes and claiming aloud over and over that you were his. Forever.
Even in hell.
#akaza x y/n#akaza x reader#akaza imagine#akaza x female reader#akaza x you#kny akaza#akaza smut#akaza fanfiction#babyzzz#kimetsu akaza#x female reader#female reader#afab fem#akaza#yandere akaza#tw yandere#yandere kimetsu no yaiba#yandere demon slayer
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Another quick rection from me, this time for the 390 bnha leaks!!!!!! :
Iida and Shoto's friendship is everything to me. They have now helped each other reach beyong their family darkest times and have given the absolute most for each other. I love them soo much!!
This justice and happiness for so many meta writers that have been telling the fandom it'd be like this. I salute those writers, wishing them an amazing time on their "I told you so".
I'm so glad Horikoshi made Enji acknowledge verbally and explicitly all the mistakes he has committed against his family and made him apologize to every one of them individually. He mistreated his family in many different ways but they all deserved closure. The ones following me for a while know that I'm not an Endeavor fan, but I appreciate what he brings to the narrative sometimes.
While I'm pleased that Enji is finally accepting his responsibility inthe fallout of his family,it scares me a little because I know the fandom would start fighting about wether Rei and his kids should forgive him immediately or not. It's gonna be different from each Todoroki, so stop for a second and ask yourself if in those situations, the victims should be pressured to do one thing or the other. If Fuyumi forgives Enji immediately but Touya never does, it is okay for both of them. Whatever makes them happy and helps them through their trauma, as long as it is not self-destructive or risks other people's lives.
I KNOW IT'S NOT MEANT TO BE FUNNY but Dabi saying that he should be dead —they all should be dead really— hurt a lot, but then I read Natsuo telling him “well that's gonna be a problem because you're gonna live bro” was so sibling behavior of them. Touya is suicidal and finds it easier for things to be over now, he hadn't planned for this to go this far, you know? And that's exactly why Natsuo asks what does he plan to do next.
I haven't read the translation yet, but if they really phrased it as "hellish life" (Natsuo says that's what awaits Dabi, after seeing the ice on his chest) is gonna be an immense irony but amazing writing. Dabi told Enji to come dance with him in hell, but isn't life hell on its own way sometimes? I love when a character that planned to die lives, because it defies the narrative and questions the character while giving room to so many opportunities.
SHOUTO FINALLY ACKNOWLEDGING HOW COMPLEX TOUYA'S ORIGIN IS. It's nothing you can solve with mere words, nothing you can solve with a conversation. This is a huge win in this manga, contrasting the shonen trope of things being solved through words or the speech of the protagonist.
People better give Rei all the recognition she deserves or I'm gonna start punching them.
Touya saying they all should be dead and that he hates them all and Enji asking for him to tell him how he feels— this is how things get solved. It's a callback not only to Enji, but to many other conflicts were pro-heroes and other adults should have listened to victims, villains or their own kids to understand what was wrong, but decided to tackle the issue without even caring to have a grasp on it. Right now, Enji wants to start from where Dabi is, not from where he wish he should be. He's not arguing against Touya's feelings or going against them or anything. He is willing to communicate and listen to him, he is being open and vulnerable and direct and that's exactly how it should be. Super funny coming from me, but this was an Enjj win.
BUT I'M IN SHAMBLES FOR TOGA. I AM KICKING SCREAMING SCRATCHING THE WALLS OF MY ROOOOOOM.
If there is a testament of how much they (the members of the League of Villains) care for each other, it's that Toga can't see Dabi's fire anymore and immediately wishes he found a way to smile, exactly like he said she should. She's having a whole breakdown over how much she knows she love Tomura and Dabi and why her quirk won't work from them, but even with tears in her eyes, she's wondering if Dabi is happy now, if he was able to reach his goal. Horikoshi please, you need to gives us all a panel of Touya and Toga smiling together after the battle, okay? They deserve it.
OCHAKO IS SO CLOSE TO HER RIGHT NOW as she's being held down by multiple Twice clones. I'm so excited to see the resolution of their fight!!! It feels perfect that Ochako gave that speech about wanting to see the people she love and people in general smile and now Toga is just thinking about that with Touya. Narratively speaking, I enjoy so much how these girls are connected to each other. Now that Shouto reached his brother and was able to stop him with help from his family, it's time for Toga and Ochako, then Deku and Tomura.
I'm satisfied and happy, being honest. There's still some road left ahead, but I'm liking what I'm seeing at the moment. This must be one of my favorites chapters so far!!!!
#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#league of villains#lov#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha leaks#mha leaks#bnha 390#mha 390#bnha 390 leaks#bnha 390 spoilers#todofam#touya todoroki#toya todoroki#natsuo todoroki#fuyumi todoroki#shouto todoroki#shoto todoroki#rei todoroki#enji todoroki#endeavor#dabi#toga himiko#uraraka ochako#uravity#iida tenya#ingenium
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Simultaneous attack
Beans, Nott, this one's for both of you. Blame Mug. :)))
(Cw for canon-typical violence, violence against a minor, cult/abuse mindset)
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"If there's something you believe in, you should stay true to it. Though if it's difficult to hold on, you could do with a bit of-"
"I'm not interested. Get out."
Amane sighed and walked over to the door. Fuuta had let her enter in the first place. Why was he changing his mind now?
But just as she got close enough, the door slammed open in her face. It wasn't as bad as it looked, just the side of the door grazing her forehead, causing her to lose her balance a little. Once she adjusted herself, she found she was face-to-face with Kotoko, who was holding a nightstick loosely at her fingertips. That was a little concerning. Fuuta probably couldn't see it from that angle, or else he'd be raising a storm.
"Amane Momose, I didn't expect you to be here," Kotoko said. "No matter. Less work for me." The door closed behind her.
Kotoko went on a rehearsed speech about how the two of them were unforgivable and how she would carry out judgment on the warden's behalf. Amane flinched when Kotoko brought up clear intent of harm. It wasn't like Amane could run away, though. Instead, she tried to hastily form a retort in her head. She almost didn't hear the shout of "Don't you dare hit her!" as Kotoko tightened her grip on the nightstick and raised it. As it came down, Amane felt a shove from the side and fell to the floor. She reoriented herself and found Fuuta lying where she stood moments ago.
"Fuuta Kajiyama, playing the hero as always. Well, that's not going to-"
"Hey, you don't-" he shouted before Kotoko knocked the wind out of him.
The best action would be to slip out of the room and scream for help. It had a low chance of success, as Amane would be in grabbing range if she tried to open the door, but it was better than what she was actually going to do.
"Kotoko Yuzuriha. What makes you think you have the right to punish people?" she asked, standing at full height.
"I told you. The warden has appointed me as their fang. I have the right to do their will in their absence." Kotoko stood in front of Amane, looming over her.
"The warden has made an error in judgment. Milgram is wrong. Put down your weapon and repent-"
The nightstick faintly traced Amane's cheek as Fuuta slammed Kotoko off to the side.
"I told you to leave-" But Kotoko jabbed him in the gut, once again cutting off his words.
Amane didn't realize she had fallen to the floor until she looked up and saw Kotoko hovering over her, much taller than before. She scrambled to her feet, still shaking.
"Y-you can't just… you can't hit people w-when you don't know w-what-"
She was on the ground again. Her words were jumbled in her brain.
"You were so sure of yourself a moment ago. But Amane Momose, it takes more than a bit of pain for you to understand your wrongdoings."
Amane couldn't let Kotoko win. Physically, it was no match, but at least she could have the verbal high ground. But it seemed that all the words had been knocked down with her. No, she couldn't let Kotoko have the final say! But she couldn't even lift her head to look Kotoko in the eyes.
"She's just a kid," Fuuta said, still too winded to raise his voice. "You think the warden would forgive you for this?"
"The warden has called her unjust. It doesn't matter if she's a child. She needs to learn-"
"You're the same as me."
"Don't make me laugh. You were also not forgiven by the warden."
"Because I caused a kid to die." Fuuta lowered his head in shame.
Kotoko was momentarily taken aback. Then she frowned sharply and shoved Fuuta to the ground.
"Don't liken me to you, scum. You carried out misguided judgments on your own accord."
"That's exactly what you're doing… using Milgram as an excuse."
"Shut up. Evildoers don't get to argue."
Amane could barely see what was happening anymore. It hurt. It hurt. Amane hated how weak she was. She hated that she couldn't stand her ground. If this was how things had to be… she hated it.
She appreciated that Fuuta had something to stand for, though. She locked eyes with him. He made an apologetic look before closing his eyes.
At least… she didn't have to face this trial alone.
#milgram#amane momose#fuuta kajiyama#kotoko yuzuriha#fic#canon typical violence#cw cults#cw child abuse#bad things happen to amane
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Billy & Muse in the early days are so 'Superman' coded... I never realized that before.
"He puts papers in his briefcase and drives away / To save the world or go to work / It's the same thing to me"
It's his muse in the beginning before all the whole 'I hate you, we break up, you call me, I love you' shenanigans that ensue throughout the early days of the situationship (if you wanna even call it that/whatever ***That*** situation is called)
"I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him / I hang on every word you say"
Need I say more?
"Come back, I'll be with you someday / I'll be right here on the ground / When you come back down"
I feel like this can be taken as either when Billy leaves on tour and Muse stays behind for whatever reason.. or when Billy goes on a bender and the two fight, he tells her to leave, and eventually gets her to come back around when he's sober; gives 'when you come back down' a different meaning.
"He's complicated, he's irrational"
Poor tortured artist Billy :( (sarcasm) but since he has that duel complex of thinking he's some tortured artist but also the best fucking thing since sliced bread... and toss in his short fuse and well... complicated and irrational is he.
"'He's not all bad like his reputation' / And I can't hear one single word they say"
... so 'they' being Eddie... maybe Daisy too. But mainly Eddie. Mainly Eddie trying to convince her that Billy's no good for her (but simultaneously not being the best choice for her either—)
"And I watch you fly around the world / And I hope you don't save some other girl"
The heartbreak when Billy tells her for the first time that 'she's just some groupie' and that 'he has a lineup of girls who would be fine with just the bare minimum' and 'he's billy fucking dunne and she's just... a groupie'
And just that horrible horrible feeling Muse gets when she's away from him after he says those things to her because what if he really does 'save' some other girl after he kicks her out for a day or two...
But then here he comes with flowers and sweets and a half-assed verbal apology followed by make-up sex and...
Well, we know how the rest goes.
wait, you're so right
whatever is that he's doing is life altering for her, his music is life changing, he's an icon, so far above, and she's lost in the daze of it all. his songwriting, him playing the guitar, driving off to the studio before she started coming too. and he totally just starts consuming her thoughts from day one and then once she's got a taste she can't let go. every sweet thing he's ever said is engraved in her brain which is what makes it hurt so much more when he starts switching up.
yes!! he comes back down to reality, he sobers up and comes crawling back to her because he cares about her, he loves her, and he knows that when he's not letting the fame, the fear, take over. and it makes her realize he's much more than the rockstar she became infatuated with because he was endearing but also kind of an ass sometimes, but he can also fluctuate between being so caring to falling into a pit of ego. songs about not being enough (well thanks to daisy encouraging him to write that way) but then he's the shit and nobody can compare.
eddie, daisy, karen, her dad, I'm sure so many people have things to say about being in some sort of situationship with billy dunne. but she can't hear it when she knows at his best it just feels so right, so perfect.
okay and eventually she realizes there will always be groupies, but they're just sex to him (which makes the comments about that being her hurt more) but anyways when she's putting that aside it makes her feel more confident about her place, it's more than just physical. but god, when it's one of those rare times he's kicked her out instead of her leaving and then the thoughts of, 'what if he finds a new me? finds a new girl and then he won't need me anymore' and it's almost enough to make her call first (don't get me wrong there's a time or two when she does but that's for me to write about not in this blurb lmao) but then there's billy at her door and all those thoughts are shaken away because he's so sweet now. and the makeup sex would always be so good-
but we know the drill
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alright, I know, I'm late to the party because it's been literal days but here are we are ready to talk about ep. 7+8:
do you all know that football meme, that "they had us in the first half"-meme? that's how I felt after the first 17 minutes of ep. 7... my lord I was so sure jihyun was fine and then they pull this shit on us I was genuinely scared.. so thanks to jaewon for putting me out of my misery by saying he just almost died
I was actually kind of shocked that something genuinely serious happened, because I thought it would be enough for jaewon to back away from jihyun if there was just the tiniest possibility of him getting hurt but I guess we went the drastic way, anyways I'm really glad he's alive
also seeing what the accident did to jaewon was so painful to watch.. he looked so bad and to see how his "friends" just glossed it over and being like: "oh I'm glad you're back to your regular self" like wtf are you saying, do you see him?? he was barely present the entire time, literally just a shadow of himself
we literally only saw his impression change twice - both times involving jihyun - once, when he's about to punch taehyung and the second time when jihyun speaks about his behavior in the surf club
what I also liked was how hard jaewon tries to get jihyun away from him but when they properly meet again in front of the classroom he can't even say no to jihyun asking to talk
well, back to the seniors.. they - emphasis on eunji and taehyung - are still assholes like wow you really don't even have the slightest bit of empathy left in you, have you? I found it pretty crazy how well you could tell in these episodes that neither eunji nor taehyung actually care for jaewon like at all, it feels like they see him as a trophy to carry around and show off and boost their egos with
that being said, I'm so glad taehyung got punched and eunji got absolutely devoured by jihyun, serves them right
taehyung is just so insensitive and childish, he makes me go insane, what was he expecting when he said that about jihyun? that people would clap?? no you idiot, be glad jaewon didn't break a bone or two
and eunji?? is she not embarrassed? her entire behavior is so embarrassing oh my god.. I know she can tell that jaewon doesn't want to be with her because she's not stupid, she just doesn't want to accept it, she can't accept being rejected and left and - what's even worse for her - she can't accept being left by jaewon for another man and I get it, it kinda sucks but you gotta face reality at some point, babes
and considering all that, it's so funny to watch how jihyun gets her blood boiling by simply existing, like she hates him so much and it's so amusing because jihyun couldn't care less, he just doesn't care
so the whole scene of them in the park was so satisfying to watch because with how the characters are positioned - eunji standing and jihyun sitting - and with the camera angle - looking up to eunji and down on jihyun- it's supposed to seem like she is above jihyun and then he just complety verbally destroys her because she already came into the conversation insecure, trying to cover it up by provoking jihyun but just didn't work
I genuinely believed in her redemption arc but at this point I don't think that's happening anymore
alrighty, next up, how sassy did jihyun get after literally almost drowning?? I really liked how he was joking around with his friends talking back to them and all that
and seeing his determination to get jaewon back was great, like he's better than me because I could never, he has a goal and he wants to achieve it
the thing that also stuck with me was him saying "I want to heal his wounds." which we all know he said with good intentions but I think jihyun also has to learn that the only person able to heal jaewon's wounds is jaewon himself, yes he can be there for him and be his support system but jaewon has to want this himself
I also really liked that we saw more of joon pyo in these episodes and he could redeem his "annoying childhood best friend"-image.. he's just a really sweet guy who, yes, is a bit much and a little awkward at times, but he has a good heart and really cares for jihyun
now onto the last bits of ep. 8: that hurt, it really hurt.. I get why jaewon pushed him away, I really do but that was not it, bestie.. I wanted to give jihyun a hug so bad
but honestly even though that was quite painful and I think jihyun might be a little thrown off, I think he's gonna keep pushing.. he was so sure about getting his man back I don't think he's stopping now
what I'm saying is, I hope they get back together and we get a happy ending on wednesday because otherwise.. well idk what I'd do otherwise
#sooo that only took ages to post#sorry I'm late#I'm here now tho!!#jaewon and jihyun still live in my mind rent free#and it doesn't look like they'll leave soon#korean bl#the eighth sense#jaewon x jihyun#kbl
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On the topic of john and abigail.. i honestly hate it when people make out john to be the problem. no hate to that other anon but saying that abigail did nothing wrong but love that “stupid stupid man” kinda rubbed me the wrong way. it’s also not just that anon but i’ve seen many times how people seem to be hating on john whilst defending abigail and acting like she’s done nothing wrong. they both made mistakes and ofcourse john’s decision to leave the gang wasn’t good but after seeing how abigail treats him i guess i understand why he left. im sure abigail loves him but damn her attitude towards him bothers me so much. if someone called me stupid 24/7 and constantly insulted me in front of everyone well damn right id want to leave too. through my whole gameplay im not sure i seen abigail say one good word about john. sure he was a jerk at times too but at least he wasn’t verbally abusive to abigail like she was to him. i don’t know how many times she called him worthless and “good for nothing” in front of everyone!! on the contrary i don’t recall john insulting her like that. this might spark some controversy but i don’t even care anymore, im tired of people shitting on john and praising abigail as if she was an angel.
I remember not posting this sooner because I was a pussy BUT I must.
I think your takes are valid, as are anyone else's. As for my personal take, I think from the player perspective, it can be frustrating to be yelled at and berated constantly for doing something the game sorta forces you to do. Though John, as a character, does have a choice, and he constantly chooses the ones that put his family in danger and or put his pride and ego first. I agree with the sentiment that they both aren't perfect and both made mistakes because GODDAMN their relationship was tumultuous as hell for a greater part of the game. Though I can definitely see where Abigail comes from a lot of the time. This man impregnates you, leaves for a year because he can't accept responsibility, is neglectful as hell of his kid until put in life threatening situations, continues to put his family in danger in their attempts to settle down, as well as a myriad of other situations; shit, if I were Abigail I'd be mad at him all the time too.
I feel as though Abigail constantly wanted John to be better, but there's only so much patience one has. And that's not to say yelling at him and insulting him 24/7 is right, but John's neglectful and irresponsible actions were also not right. Which again, goes back to your earlier point of them both not being perfect.
That's why I absolutely love John and Abigails flourishing relationship over the course of the game. His family is absolutely pivotal to his development as a character, and as he realizes just how much his family means to him instead of a bunch of ego inflating actions, his behavior begins to change too. I just think that's beautiful.
#red dead redemption 2#red dead fandom#john marston#abigail marston#jack marston#johnigail#red dead redemption
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Ok, I’m back now lol.
So, may I please request a sequel to Sour Reality, in which either even during the pregnancy, Leto still favours Lady Jessica over the reader and then the reader escapes to be with her lover who is willing to take care of the baby and her
OR
The reader and Leto have a slow burn start to their relationship in which at first, they see it as a duty to remain together and then they slowly, but surely fall in love, idk how Lady Jessica will feel about that one though lol
OR
Whatever you can do with it! I’m just very interested in a sequel because your writing is so good
Thankssss!
Sorry for the wait, here it is ! 😊
Sour Reality (Part 2)
Leto Atreides x F!Reader
Content : pregnant!reader, mention of past cheating (both), hurt/comfort, nudity, mention of sexual elements.
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Link to PART 1
It has been strange to see the gazes following you only due to this belly swelling under the fabrics of your clothes. Is their joy at the announcement of your pregnancy directed to you, or to themselves ? After all you getting a child with your husband is reassuring. They have felt the tension raging in your couple, gazes more similar to swords clashing than to love letters.
Leto. From what you know he has turned into a reliable partner. Jessica never came too close to your couple and he didn't tend to disappear anymore to slip in her sheets. Marital duty is possible, at the price of accepting it to be more a display of will to fight than anything else. The best way to start it is by arguing loudly before your mutual inflated egos stop playing with words to to play with each other's bodies.
You. Without pretending to be perfect you see yourself as superior. You are carrying a future child, cheated only once on your husband that betrayed you five times with his former concubine from what he had told you. In bed, you let him take you, staring at the ceiling as you listen to his sighs and your hand in his curls. Yes you love the way he glares at you with a hateful gaze during his thrusts. It changes from the puppy eyes he sends you when you abuse him verbally.
"There is nothing healthy."
Stating the obvious became a habit of his when you lay next to each other in your bed. Leto is not a man that likes to waste his time with that kind of thing but if it can help his House, then he does it. But really, what is it going to change ?
"I know," you answer annoyed in the dark, "I won't fix it. It's impossible."
"I think it is," he whispers, "we are already doing better."
"Yeah listen to us. Wonderful."
He sighs and you take a deep breath as you feel his hand violating your personal space to caress your belly gently.
"I want it to work better before the baby's arrival. Not necessarily full of love between us. But at least for him or her."
"I've promised you I wouldn't use our baby as a weapon against you. I'm not that kind of person misguided with pettiness." You snarl.
Leto retrieves his hand without a word but you can feel him not moving on the mattress. His body must still be turned towards yours. To be honest you miss this peaceful intimacy between you but it's just too much.
"Have you thought of a name ?" He asks.
You open your eyes in the dark, narrowing them as you think of his question.
"No ? Not yet no."
"I've been thinking of a few ones. What about combining some from both of our families ?"
That is not the right moment to discuss about it. Your back hurts, you are exhausted, the food served for dinner was tasteless after hours of craving these precise ingredients. Everything is disappointing, people tend to alternate between admiration for your condition and disdain because they think you can't move at all. And yet, you take another deep breath. Leto is willing to make things work. Try.
"What do you mean by combining names ?"
As you turn your head to his side of the bed you feel the faint breeze of his breath caressing your lips. He must be closer than expected, or leaning towards you.
"First name from one of our ancestors. Middle name from the other's ancestor. So our child can actually identify to both branches and know that despite everything we love him or her."
A lump forms in your throat. Everyday you wonder how beautiful his genuine care and love for his future child would have been in a happy couple. You don't think it comes from any hormonal changes. You are just so tired of constant fights.
"Yes. Sounds great."
"What kind of education would..."
"It's late. I'm not in the mood to talk about education or plan the next two decades." You scoff.
"Sorry. I get it. It's just that I want it to go as smoothly as possible."
He dares to get closer, his warm body embracing yours as you welcome him with your hands caressing his skin blindly. As much as you wish to keep on despising him, this hateful flame got severely weakened at the sight of his multiple attempts to establish a peaceful relationship between you. Of course you have tried too but less.
"No." You say firmly as you rest your hands on his chest. "Stop it."
He freezes and rolls to the side, leaving you alone for now with a silence lasting for a dozen of seconds.
"I'm sorry."
He's weak. He has turned so week now, why couldn't you get married to a stupid egoistic caricatural man, a greedy one that would leave you alone instead of trying to make you feel like you are still a part of his House ? Better know you are here to be used and not to be loved instead of stagnating in this equation that can't be answered.
"Do you love me ?"
Your question gets all his attention. When he sits up the sheets move, and the sound of his palm rubbing his face up and down several times makes you miss those simpler days.
"I do." He says.
"Say the truth."
"Despite what I've done I am not a liar on this kind of things. I love you, I do. I don't know how to show it but it doesn't stop me from trying to express it. And you ? Do you love me ?"
"I do."
A groan escapes your lips as the lights get turned on, your eyes blinking in an irritated reflex as you sit up. It takes you time to acclimate to the sudden brightness. His greying hair is as messy as the way you let it earlier, his plump lips pouting in the middle of his beard. The brown eyes you love so much to drown into are staring. Your nudity doesn't entice him. After so many years spent at focusing on his priorities he is not easily distracted.
"You don't ask me much if I'm ready or not to get touched." You mumble.
"Once you say you love it when I touch your belly without asking, then another time I should not do that, then it's right again, then you complain when I don't do it. Same when I try to take your hand in public. Sometimes you just look at me like you are going to murder me for no reason. I'm lost when it comes to you."
"Betrayal is not something easy to erase from one's memory you know."
"I know how that feels." He says between his clenched teeth.
You look away, ready to argue back before jolting in surprise at the sudden kick coming from the inside of your belly. After ignoring his question you look down at the small bump appearing next to your fingers. This time you cry for good. You can't handle all of that plus your child making his presence known for the first time without involving a medical visit.
"It hurts." You sob as you wait for the next punch. "It's so beautiful he's there."
"What ? You're going to give birth," he asks with a worried voice, "do you feel it already ?"
"No I feel him or her whatever, he punches me like I needed that."
Maybe you like Leto's presence after all as he sits by your side and touches the spots moving under the baby's gestures. If his smile is genuine so are your tears melting joy and mental breakdown.
"I want to sleep tonight I'm so tired." You whine before pressing against Leto's chest. "I love him but I don't want to get kicked from the inside all night I don't like it."
"Is it that horrible ?"
He shuts his mouth at the death glare you send him, and rather than making things worse you tolerate the way he has to "play" with the areas kicked. Is it a foot or a hand that just showed ? You don't know and you don't really care to know. Now your sobs are getting worse, and mostly because you are getting emotional.
"I thought I had lost everything but here you are responding to our child," you sob loudly as Leto tries to embrace you, "why can't I even react normally ?"
"You're normal honey don't worry. You are getting tired, it must hurt. Do you want me to call the doctor ?"
"I need to take a shower and dress first." You mumble.
You got told that having the baby kicking was a matter of days but you never imagined something like this. At least maybe this will be enough to make your relationship easier.
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the scene where JJ calls Kie a Kook, regret washing over his face instantly, says so so much.
JJ is saying all of this because he doesn't want Kie to love him. He's trying to convince her they won't work, and no matter how much he throws stuff at her she just turns it back with "I care" and "I'll help." Basically, hes saying "I suck I suck I dont deserve you no one should ever love me" and Kie is just saying, "I love you I love I love you" and he can't take it.
Then JJ pushes so much that he ends up saying something he doesn't really mean to push her away, and he ends up hurting her. I think that's why he ended up running away.
He thinks he's destined to hurt her, because he thinks how his whole life his father hurt the people he loved, and everyone in OBX tells him he's destined to be just like his father.
So he's pushing her away to protect her, but by trying to convince her they're not right for each other, he hurts her, and he can see the hurt he caused. He hates himself because he can't handle the idea that he hurt her in any shape or form. He thinks of his father, and how he used to say shit he didn't mean to him when he was mad, the shit he would say to his mom.
He saw himself being his father and he couldn't do it anymore.
So, just like he always does, he takes himself out of the equation. If she stays he might just keep hurting her and he can't do that, and no matter what he says she won't leave, so he leaves.
And when he goes to the dock to have his little anger fit, kicking a few buckets before breaking down, I think he's beating himself up because despite his best efforts he still manages to hurt the people around him, just like his father.
And becoming his father is a self-fulfiled prophecy mainly put on him by OBX itself, one that he has deep down started to believe.
But JJ finally got away from that mindset on the island. No one telling him he was useless, no more poverty to force him to steal, no more house of beaten memories. JJ could be his whole self, he could be who he wanted to be.
But the moment he comes home he's faced with every mistake his father has ever made thrown in his face, and he's reminded again that as long as he's home, he is seen as absolutely no one else but his shitty father (Mike and his old boss to verbally tell him this themselves).
So, he can't understand why Kie doesn't see that, because everyone sees that, even John B has said it before, even JJ believes it.
But Kie just sees JJ for JJ.
The more she pushes, it breaks down his walls because she's not just saying "I care" and "I love you" she saying that she sees JJ for JJ, not his past, not his asshole of a father, but for the guy she knew on the island and the guy she's known since they were kids, and she loves him.
and that's scares him, because he doesn't even know who that JJ really is. but the most beautiful thing about them is Kie helps him see who he is, really, because she believes in him enough to actually start believing in himself.
and then she confesses her real feelings for him and if you notice, he decides to be soft and gentle with her. She's saying she loves him and she shouldn't be saying that because there's nothing to love but god did he want to say it back, and so many different responses run through his mind, all of which are self destructive.
Then he remembers how his dad would have handled this and he shakes his head and gently looks her in the eyes says that they won't work. He won't be his dad. He wont intentionally hurt her again just to push her away. He's done it twice now he refuses to become in father, he won't.
Every response possible runs through his head but no matter what he says, he knows he's hurting her. But he'll tell the truth, his truth, to minimize the pain. She'll move past it, its for her own good, and he'll do anything to make it as painless as possible.
Little did he realize that rather than being an ass and denying his feelings, rather than telling her that she'll get over it, rather than telling her she needed to stop loving him, all options he considered... His way of gently just saying the truth in his mind, telling her they would never work despite what both of them wanged, was also telling her he loved her back.
He didn't deny his feelings, all he denied was the possibility of both of them being able to actually be in love and happy for once. This let Kie hold on hope, this let her know he was just scared, and this met her confess her feelings again to him. She wasn't expecting a reply, but she knew he loved her back now.
JJ saving Kie from Kitty Hawk and apologizing and confessing his love was all actions he took that were something his father would never do.
Because John B said, "I think we've all done some things thag we regret" and JJ felt it in his soul. He felt the regret as heavy as a ton of bricks, the feeling weighing him down and making him want to do anything to not feel like this. Not to feel like his father.
So he didn't. He wouldn't live in regret anymore. Never again.
#jj maybank deseveres all the love#jiara#jj maybank#obx#kiara carrera#jj x kie#kie x jj#jj maybank x kiara carrera#jj just needs a hug someone give that boy some long needed therapy and a hug PLEASE
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I just read the most hilariously extremistic "Charlie breaks up with Vaggie and leaves her for Alastor" fanfic ever (or at least its initial few chapters since the later ones focused on Charlie x Alastor only)
Tw: Vaggie abuse, defacement of chaggie
Everything was just the paragon of the "we hate a lesbian character for being in the canon pairing instead of a male character we love so much" genre:
- demonizing Vaggie to the point where her anger problems are simply an unrealistic caricature, meaning she attacks everyone around her like a crazy banshee and even tries murdering the two hotel clients eventually (wtf totally OOC) for humiliating her in front of the others
- during their break up Charlie is shitting on Vaggie verbally for the latter being "too angry and unsuportive" and then going off on her way to trust Alastor who's mocking the princess every chance he gets and is openly sadistic to others. Instead of you know just talking to Vaggie about the issues bothering her, like, through calm and reasonable speech, before it's too late? Nope, too healthy of a behaviour for this version of our beloved princess of hell. Charlie instead chooses to conceal her worries all the time and then, during that one moment when minor inconvenience with Vaggie attacking the hotel guests occurs (seriously, plenty of sinners murder each other in hell! And your gf IS a sinner. What did you expect gurl), Charlie rants about how her gf isnt a perfect angel, then plays a victim card and ditches her gf for a demon who's a known serial murderer. Totally hypocritical and groundless. Canon Charlie is in no way that fucked up;
- Alastor torturing Vaggie and le manipulating her into not telling on his attack on her to Charlie while of course peppering her with insults and giving the so called "jerkass has a point" lecture to convince her how she was trying too much to protect Charlie, was holding her back, and how that was what led their relationship to its downfall (while uh hello that's what partners do? Protect each other? How is that holding someone's back). And guess what. Vaggie actually falls for his manipulations that would've never work on person like her, and obediently acts all guilty and miserable right in front if him. Lol. The author dumbed her down so much too. After Alastor harms Vaggie physically (in very graphic details), she just succumbs to his plan and doesnt even try telling Charlie about that. Just like that: no motivation, nor is the manipulation tactic that well written or thought out. Vaggie is forced to suffer and be devoid of any help or support because the author needs it to happen. Because apparently this version of Charlie wouldn't care about Vaggie at all, and wouldn't believe her, like, take her word for what the latter could claim happened (Charlie is a mf princess of hell and Lucifer's daughter, why not just use her connections or magic to see into the past for the evidence of Alastor abusing Vaggie or some shit), or protect her, regardless if they are in a romantic relationship or not anymore (after all, this Charlie said "let's stay friends" after she broke up with Vaggie)
Just... why do people in this fandom still create shitty plotlines like these. The answer is obvious
I could easily visualize the author jacking off to Vaggie torture porn he truly dedicated a whole ass few chapters to as a way to have at least any sort of revenge on lucky chaggie fans who got their pairing to be canon much to the toxic part of charlastor fans' dismay. Looks like those particular chalastor lovers just can't go through one creative process without HAVING to belittle and destroy Chaggie as a way to praise charlastor. Such saltiness
Why not... avoid mentioning the charlie/vaggie relationship in your work at all. Try making them friends to begin with. Or you could break the girls up in a more dignified way, like emergently sending Vaggie to heaven or something. Ooor you could be honest with your readers and put "vaggie torture porn" in your work's tags so Vaggie fans wouldnt have to abruptly stumble across all the above mentioned scribbled filth when checking out your fic
Idk, charlie/vaggie AND charlie/alastor in the tags for the same one fanfic is sometimes a huge red flag. Watch out for those
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