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thisisnotthenerd · 3 days

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the rat grinders timeline

after this last episode i feel like i need to clarify all of this so i can get an idea of what the scheme actually is. anyway:

pre-high school:

porter is a scion of the house of cliffbreaker, formerly the house of sunstone, who sought to take the name of ankarna and shift her divine domain from dawn and justice to war and conquest. the house expressed frustration with ankarna for not being willing to strike ruvina or cassandra and after the sundering of the cliffs of calcoth, went into hiding as the cliffbreakers.

porter is nominally a paladin of ankarna, but wishes to take her place as a deity of war and conquest, to be able to strike down cassandra and ruvina.

freshman year:

the high 5 heroes form on the first day of school: kipperlilly copperkettle, lucy frostblade, oisin hakinvar, ivy embra, ruben hopclap, mary ann skuttle.

that same day, the bad kids get detention and face down the corn cuties in the cafeteria. kristen and gorgug die and get brought back by aguefort. jace and porter are the first teachers on the scene; they are established as a duo. may have been attempting to install the rage crystals in kristen and gorgug.

kipperlilly notably doesn't like riz, and feels that the bad kids are getting special treatment. all of the rat grinders have animosity towards the mad kids in some manner.

the high 5 heroes take easy quests that they know they will succeed at.

kalina enters the spy's tongue curse with jace and porter, and is only able to talk about ragh because he was tangential

prompocalypse: kalvaxus falls. yes! is borne in the gym. crown of the nightmare king is stolen. ragh sees arianwen with kalina, then jace and porter and gets kalina transferred into his body via a lay on hands from porter.

sophomore year:

at some point, the high 5 heroes are brought in by jace and porter and start facing high level monsters after they are defeated by porter/jace, thus grinding them for xp.

name change from high 5 heroes to rat grinders--ivy, oisin, ruben, and mary ann for, kipperlilly and lucy against.

lucy is given an mcat for paladin classes so that she might become the champion of ankarna (old)

porter kills "lydia barkrock", likely seeking to release and/or destroy bakur

kalina splits off to raise the nightmare king again, with assistance from angwyn and arianwen abernant. she is defeated and thus unable to work with jace and porter for a time. the nightmare king is apparently integral to the raising of porter as a fetal deity; perhaps as an associated deity, the nightmare king would guide his ascension.

nightmare king is reconstituted as cassandra, championed by kristen applebees.

the rat grinders go on their own spring break quest to the mountains of chaos, presumably to visit the temple of the fallen sun. they are accompanied by jace stardiamond. they do not find the name of ankarna, but likely start establishing the teleportation circle.

after the quest, they are all implanted with the rage crystals and start manifesting more power and anger. this is presumably because they died. and were resurrected.

lucy goes back on the agreement and reaffirms her commitment to ruvina. she withdraws her change of deity paperwork. the rat grinders + porter kill her and bury her in the far haven woods.

porter has correspondence with bobby dawn about collaboration and the potential uses of devil's honey.

mazey phaedra is elected student body president and is given a faculty request to remove the inaugural period of following student body president from the bylaws

summer of the night yorb:

night yorb is released; the bad kids spend the summer chasing down the cult of the night yorb and building the solar lasso. they are out of elmville and generally focused on the red waste

church of sol/helioic church loses followers due to the long night

kipperlilly prepares to run for student body president

the rat grinders request buddy dawn as their replacement cleric

kipperlilly tracks down eugenia shadow and threatens to dig up her grave, after waiting until the first moment of her junior year

ruben writes “in space no one can hear you scream” and it becomes the song of the summer, outcompeting fig and the cig figs. he later writes "get mad!" with porter's advice

the loam family faces embezzlement charges wrt frosty fair and the location of frosty fair (the festival of frost) moves to the thistlespring tree

thistlespring tree is established as a root warden for elmville

the soil is laced with rage crystals

kvx bank changes from red to blue, signaling the presence of oisin's ancestor as their backer

junior year:

aguefort goes on holiday with ayda to the dawn of time (time quangle). gilear goes on holiday with hallariel. this leaves the school in the hands of grix, who was intended to eliminate threats to the school, and jace stardiamond as vice principal. the existing magical protections on the school are still present--they cannot kill mazey and elmville cannot be plane shifted while the AAA is in session.

kipperlilly begins campaigning only to be faced with the ineffable kristen applebees and her campaign manager, the ball

porter refuses gorgug's initial mcat request, hoping to incite rage in him

porter starts taking ambrosia to prepare his body for ascension, using rage to contain himself and not proceed to the afterlife.

the loam family is murdered and their case is dropped

cassandra comes to the astral plane and is trapped and killed. she remains in stasis, surrounding and protecting ankarna

fabian hosts the first party of the year: oisin starts setting his ping-pong ball traps and steals adaine's mephits in order to alter the cloud rider engine. ivy sees fig, transformed as lucy. the bad kids interact with buddy. ankarna pushes yes! through to kristen. gertie, who has been supplying the devil's honey, becomes nemeses with fabian

fig multiclasses as a paladin and is taught by porter--she is encouraged to rage, and pushed away from being a paladin of cassandra.

buddy is also encouraged to become a paladin and gets mcat paperwork

ruben performs at frosty faire and starts the ritual at the thistlespring tree--grix shows up to stop him and is defeated by the bad kids

yolanda badgood follows up with jace about lucy's death--she is brought to the far haven woods and killed. the bad kids find the bodies

the bad kids go to fallinel and find the name of ankarna on the ancient menhirs, and are faced with divine intervention from cassandra and galicaea, unbeknownst to the rat grinders.

they eliminate the curse of the armor of pride and remove bakur from lydia barkrock

fig writes dawn of justice and takes dominion of ankarna's original domain

bobby dawn fails kristen and sends the bad kids to the last stand

kristen catches kipperlilly killing buddy dawn during the last stand

buddy is raised by porter using a rage crystal

rat grinders go to ground, and prepare to go back to the temple of the fallen sun. constant nondetection from ruben, oisin, and possibly ivy

adaine catches jace stardiamond with a scrying into his office

bad kids do teacher evaluations: fig does porter & zara as one instead of two--this gives them the sacred scroll with the name of the intended deity written by the previous deity's champion. zara tells fig one was never submitted for her.

fig writes righteous rebel, makes her oath to ankarna, and releases both songs as singles that rocket up the charts

ruben sees wanda childa die

bad kids go to the temple of the fallen sun and investigate. fig is vindicated about porter.

fig gives the false name (bacharath) to porter and he stuns her in the hall

riz gets into his office and figures out the ascension scheme

the bad kids go to ruben's house and go through the rat grinders' plans

election night: the storm is triggered, the plans for seacaster manor are triggered; cloud rider engine is set and the enchanted ping-pong balls go off. they plan to have oisin's ancestor strike down the bad kids as they make ready to transport elmville during graduation.

the ritual

the ritual is centered on aguefort adventuring academy and requires certain things:

the location where a god was borne (the gym)

the ascending deity (porter), who is a champion of the new domain and has a body prepared for ascension

mortal followers seeking to change the domain/raise ankarna (the rat grinders + jace)

divine attributes of the deity (hammer, armor, etc.)

the writing of the name of the fetal deity on sacred scrolls by the champion of the old deity (fig)

the physical divine domain (elmville, suffused with rage crystals and transported to the astral realm), which requires the removal of the protections on the town that were cast by aguefort

the metaphorical divine domain (ruben's song get mad)

the nightmare king, as an associated deity and the one who would nurture the new deity

and the name of the old deity (ankarna) that they might sunder it and in her image make a new god

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #fantasy high junior year #the rat grinders #porter cliffbreaker #jace stardiamond #dimension 20 meta

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sukunas-wife · 3 days

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What about Y/N and reader having a little baby girl. Sukuna was disappointed at first because he wanted another boy. But she becomes so attached to her papa since she was a baby. Like she sees cuts on his hands (she doesn’t realize he can use RCT yet) and tries to treat his wounds 🥺🫶🏽

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I though tumblr ate your ask when I scrolled 5 times and could find it and I panicked so hard 😭 So cute 🥺 Im pretty sure we’re going with Anya, but I suck at catching her personality so I’m just going to go with general daughter reactions for this 🥹🤍🤍

(Note: I tried, but I feel like I’m always lacking in the daughter area. Maybe I need to borrow my niece ;-; also, its a little short…) finally back into it tho 😎

Your room fell silent, the cries filling the air were almost piercing. You felt like you knew this was bound to happen. Yuji was a miracle, but your second child was born a girl. You knew Sukuna had only ever cared about having heirs, so in the silence you were on edge of what he would say or do.

It was strange watching him in that moment, she was crying in his arms, he was staring at her with that black expression that always appeared like a frown. He shouldn’t have been so openly disappointed, he knew from the start when your stomach started to swell and he hadn’t noticed until he touched your round belly. The child in your stomach had not an ounce of cursed energy to leave a presence, much less for him to be able to tell what it could be. Yet he held out hope for a boy, even if the lack of his presence was due to a heavenly restriction, he could work with that. But no, the little pink haired girl crying and screaming in his arms was enough to leave him perplexed. He shook his head, handing her over to you, you watched him while you began to breastfeed your daughter.

“Sukuna..” your voice was a whisper followed by a cringe of feeling like your insides were coming out. You wanted to comfort your husband but you didn’t feel right. “Sukuna,” your lower stomach kicked in painful cramps, and everything moved in a rush. Sukuna was pushed out of the room and heard the panic of your caretakers clearly.

—- —- —- —- —-

The day had passed and he sat outside your room, they had persisted he did not pass. So he sat out there waiting until the early hours of sunrise when they brought out his daughter. He took her in his hands, you couldn’t see it past her pink hair and eyes, but to Sukuna she had your face. She was small and round but to him, she looked so similar he was in disbelief you had won over that part of his genes.

He sat there all day, holding her to his chest, while his head leaned back against the wall. His eyes were closed but he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t rest, he could tell you were alive, but it felt like you were just barely there. He looked down in his arms, the little bundle of clothes moving around slightly as your daughter moved, crying out. He wanted to hand it off to a servant as his hand came up to uncover her face more to look at her, that was until her hand slipped out taking a tight hold of finger. She stopped crying for a moment just sniffling, her little nails falling digging into his skin. “Come, stop your crying.” His free arm came to lightly run over his little wrinkly cheeks, “my child.” He was looking at her with such a soft look, the servants found it endearing. It was then he decided he would take care of her as he did Yuji, his child, his pride.

—- —- —- —- —-

Years passed, and you were outside with Yuji. Watching Anya’s big eyes growing in size as an emperor butterfly slowly fluttered around the garden. It had been a month since Sukuna had left on one of his little excursions, you were curious why his supposed two week trip became a month long trip. But you had your 13 year old Yuji who was laying in your lap passed out from his own Ventures of the day and your 3 year old girl keeping you busy, you didn’t feel as lonely as when it was just yourself. “Mama!” Your hand kept running though Yuji’s hair, “Yes sweetheart?” Your little girl came running up to you, “Papa!” You could see the stars in her eyes as she pointed behind her, past the garden. You looked seeing the all too familiar and burly silhouette in the distance. You faked a gasp, “It is papa! He’s almost home. Do you wanna go get him the sweets you made?” She perked up more, “Yeah!” You watched as she ran off inside the house singing a song as her steps padded on the ground. Yuji slowly sat up, eyes squinty as he looked around “Dad?” You laughed while rubbing his head, “Yes.”

You started to get up, Yuji rushing up and offering to help you as you struggled to get up, “my leg is tired from being in one place too long.” You laughed and Yuji grinned, “Sorry’ was tired.”

You simply rubbed his head, “It’s fine, go get your sister, she’s been away for a while already.”

Yuji ran off to find his sister while you tried to ignore the feeling in your legs. You moved closer to the edge of the garden Sukuna was approaching in fresh blood, the closer he became the more you noticed the minor scrapes and cuts on his body. You rolled your eyes with a smile, he shrugged off the top of his robes once he had realised your eyes were trained on his body. It would be a lie to say you didn’t find him attractive in this form of glory, but for the sake of your kids you wouldn’t touch his chest and give him that look. It was when he stood in front of you that your dominant hand pulled your handkerchief from your obi, your free hand cradling his face before cleaning his face of the foreign contaminant.

“I see my husband is home, sturdy, well and revelling in his victories.” You hummed as you finished cleaning his face, pulling him towards you gently so you could kiss him. As you pulled away from what was going to be a soft kiss he pulled you back in to catch your lips longer, “Mhm.” Was all

He hummed against your lips, aside from the hand on your head, two of his free hands came to your waist to pull you closer. Placing your hands on his chest you pushed yourself back a little to stare up at him, “Your little girl has been asking and crying for you to come back. She even made you a little treat everyday for when you arrived.” He hummed, eyeing you, your hands moving to rest on his biceps, “They should be here. I sent her in to retrieve what she worked so hard on.” Your head turned exposing your neck to him, his last free hand coming up to run his nails over the tender flesh, “I’m sure she’ll be back soon enough, as for now I’m craving the feeling of something else.” His hand angled your head away, teeth and lips running over the plush pulse point on your neck, until he huffed at your resistance, “how impervious.” He pulled away, hands sliding from your waist as he looked away visibly upset. You couldn’t fight the smile, “We should go, it might be a waste waiting longer out here then if we go find them.”

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That’s how you ended up in this situation. Yuji was sitting by his dad with a big smile listening to the story of how he single-handedly levelled another city. Anya was sitting on his lap bouncing along as his body shook when he’d let out a louder laugh or was jostled around with his movements. That was until she noticed the smallest cut on his stomach and let out a loud gasp making all of you turn to look at her.

”Papa! You’re hurt!” Sukuna looked down, seeing the small surface wound that left a red line of broken skin over his side stomach. “Oh, I suppose I a-PAPA NEEDS BANDAGES” she was rushing off feet pattering over the floor as Yuji mumbled, “But.. can’t dad use reverse cursed technique…” he looked confused as he closed his eyes tilting his head to the side. You looked at your husband who sighed with a faint twitch at his lips and placed a hand on Yuji’s head messing up his already tousled hair. “Interesting, I remember another brat with pink hair who did the exact same thing.” Yuji smiled under the weight of his fathers hand.

Anya came running in with a bowl of water spilling everywhere and other things tucked under her little arm. You watched as Ryomen steadied her after she spilt water onto his lap trying to clean his wounds as she had watched you done when your husband would crave your attention and purposely not heal his own wounds leaving you to tend to him. He cringed as more water spilt onto his lap as she un purposely smacked his stomach with a soaking rag rubbing at the small flesh wound, Yuji tried not to laugh as you laughed quietly behind your hand watching as Sukuna tried to help only for Anya to yell at him “No! I can do it papa! You’re hurt!”

The screen was cute as he cringed more at the cold water, relieved when she stopped only to become stressed when she pulled out the roll of wraps. She had seen you use those wraps on Yuji many times when he would become injured or hurt. What she didn’t see was how her father was much larger in size, those tiny wraps wouldn't circle his waist even once.

When they couldn't, Anya became frantic, rushing to jump off her father and run to get more bandages. This was until Ryomen caught her mid jump, “Lemme go daddy! Need more wraps!” He sat her back on his lap, “No you don’t brat, I'll show you something better.”

Anya looked up at her dad with glossy eyes and a wobbly lip, “Press your hands here.” You watched as he guided her small hands to his stomach over the wrap, “Put all your force behind it.” She forced her eyes closed, pressing both her hands against his stomach with all her little muscle. Using the slightest bit of his reversed cursed technique he pulled her hands away, “See.” Her eyes opened slowly and the red mark on his stomach was gone. Her eyes lit up as she looked up at him, “I DID IT!” Ryomen couldn’t fight back the twitch of his lips that pulled into a smile, “You did.” Her hands clasped together with starry eyes, her stare locked on Yuji, “I can fix you.”

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forsworned · 2 days

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Loveeee soo this is my first time requesting HWBDBXHSBXVXV what if you make the reader shy, she tries so hard not to moan and simon just keeps teasing her trying his HARDEST to make her just make a sound biting her overstimulating her until she finally breaks and moans his name AAKDBFJF OMG I CANT BELIEVE IM SENDING SOMEONE MY DIRTY FANTASY✋😭

Warning(s): PnV sex, creampie, unprotected sex, afab!reader, enjoy :)

He finds it endearing when you attempt to muffle your moans when he's pleasuring you. Simon's deep thrusts cause your toes to curl and your brows to scrunch up, but you're holding back. And while he loves that you're so shy, he would much rather hear how much you love what he's doing to you. So anytime you're building up your orgasm, his tip kissing your cervix so blissfully he stops.

And there's a strangled whine that emits from your chest and he can't help but chuckle at you.

"Tell me how good it feels, dovie." He teases, pulling his cock out of you and caresses your silky folds.

You shake your head completely flustered by his words. But now he's grazing your cute, puffy clit, and a harsh exhale leaves your lips.

It's starting to send him into a wild frenzy seeing how adamant you are to keep silent, but Simon is persistent. His desire to make you moan and experience complete euphoria overrides his own pleasure tenfold.

"Love," He breathes out. And you're gazing up at his warm, mocha hues that hold sincerity as he nuzzles your soft cheek with his rough thumb.

"I'd really love to hear how I'm makin' y'feel. Makes me feel good." His voice is rich, deep and alluring. You only nod not able to find words out of sheer embarrassment.

He grins down at you. "Need t'hear y'say it, love."

"Okay." You sursurrate, cupping his face to bring him into a kiss.

It's gentle and loving as he leans his stout body against yours and you're memorizing how his rigid muscles feel pressed up to your soft skin. He's adjusting himself to align with your entrance and to ease into you. Your breath catches and he's engraving the look on your face that he's seen only twice now as he slides all the way in.

Your jaw slackens at the presence of his girthy cock filling you up so well. And then he's taking his time rocking his hips against yours making sure he's rubbing up against your clit with every stroke. Your eyes are drifting to the back of your skull as pleasure overtakes you and you're not so worried about the moans that are beginning to escape you. He can't even hold back the grunts that are leaving his laboring breath and you're getting lost in his heavenly thrusts.

"Oh my God y're so fuckin' pretty, lovey." He murmurs out between breaths.

Simon is fucking you just right and your back arches as he grabs a fistful of hair. His eyes train on your half-lidded gaze and parted lips. And you're shuddering for air as you pathetically whimper, clawing the skin on his back and it's sending him grinning from ear to ear.

"Doin' so good for me, pretty girl." He praises you, and you clench around him tightly. And luckily, Simon's military-level self-control does not allow him to cum right on the spot because if he didn't have years of it pounded into his brain he would've been painting your snug walls.

His teeth capture the bottom of your lip, tugging at it before feverishly slotting his lips against yours. Your body tenses and he feels your oncoming orgasm, as your fervent sighs become drawn out and louder.

"Hah—oh, God. Simon..." It's a honeyed moan that he coaxes out of you and it's more than gratifying hearing it in his ear. But oh, God. The mere feeling of your pussy pulsating around him is sending him to the pearly gates of heaven because he's quick to follow suit, collapsing atop your body and crashing his lips onto yours. His warm cum fills you, glazing your walls and folds an opalescent white.

You're catching your breath, but the warmth sidles into your cheeks when you realize how wrapped up you were by the delectation that was Simon's hips. Your hands fly to conceal your flushed gaze and he's chuckling at your sudden abashment.

"Did real good for me, lovey." He admires you, nuzzling his face into your cheek as he peppers your skin with kisses. You giggle under his touch and his saccharine words. Simon always leaves you teeming with joy when you grace him with the pleasure of your company.

hope u enjoyed lol i didn't even know how to end it cmskdvnjsvf

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utterlyotterlyx · 3 days

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In This Shirt

Azriel x Rhys!Sister!Reader

Summary - It had been a distant dream, to reunite with your mate, but you never believed you'd live long enough to experience it.

Warnings - angst, depression, trauma, swearing, fluff,

Like it had happened yesterday, Azriel could remember the moment he had found out that you, his beautiful perfect mate, and the Princess of Velaris, had been trapped Under The Mountain.

It had been Cassian who had told him, he was the only one strong enough to battle against Azriel's fury and be able to walk away from it. His eyes had been brimming with anguish but Azriel already knew, he felt that last rush of love flow through his body like a current before it vanished, leaving him cold and broken.

Cassian didn't even need to utter the words.

Y/N is gone. So is Rhys. They've been taken Under The Mountain. Amarantha has them.

Every day that passed made his world feel heavy, and dark. Azriel had forgotten the sound of your voice one day, and it had tore his heart straight from his chest. He knew that your voice was melodic, he often likened it to that of a sirens song, pretty and serene.

The fight to get to where you were, mated, married, was long and turbulent on its own. Rhys had refused to accept it, he was furious with Azriel for it. You were his youngest sister, the light of his life, and he knew Azriel would never hurt you, he had always doted on you, he never let you do anything by yourself, but your older brother had certainly struggled with the news.

Rhys had gone as far as to ban Azriel from being near you and sent you away to reside in the Day Court for a couple of months, truly believing that the distance would make you both see that a path together was not one to be walked. In actuality, the distance had almost killed you, the land spanning between you and your mate had settled so deep within your soul that you had become very ill.

Never wanting it to go so badly, but always feeling the need to protect you, Rhys saw the error of his ways and brought Azriel to you, and watched as you cried as the colour returned to your cheeks whilst Azriel held you in his arms.

From that moment on, Rhys had been your biggest supporter, and he had cried like a baby when he saw you in your wedding dress, telling you how much your mother and sister would have loved to see you looking so perfect.

The Light of Velaris had vanished that night, you and Rhys had both sacrificed yourself to Amarantha to protect your court, your home, and it was because of that fact alone that Azriel couldn't tear at the foundations of the fortress beneath the mountain to get you out.

It was rare to get a smile out of him, or anything notable really, but Cassian had been the one to find him that evening, when the stars were hurtling across the blank canvas of the night sky, crying on his knees in your shared bedroom. One of your dresses was furled between his fingers, his shadows coiled around the velvet of the skirt, breathing you in and wishing you were there with them, "I can't remember the sound of her voice," his voice was hoarse, like it was the first time he had spoken in years, which it had been, all he emitted were huffs and grunts, but no words.

Cassian had stepped into the room, the room that had become darker since you had left, just like the rest of the family home. Just like Velaris. Shirts and dresses were strewn about the room, some on the floor, some splayed across the bed, as if Azriel had sifted through your closet to find the thing that held the strongest scent of you, of nightfall and starlight, of the faint salted oceans and warm sand.

"Az," Cassian fell to his knees. pulling his brother into his side and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Azriel had let his wings drop to the floor, he didn't bother holding them up anymore. "It's going to be alright. She's strong, they both are, they'll come back. She'd never leave you forever, you have a bargain to fulfil."

Azriel glanced to the bargain inking his forearm, a symphony of shadow and stars, holding one another like lovers in the night.

Then your wings came.

Your beautiful wings of midnight purple, so dark in their hue that many would think they were black, with the thick onyx membrane that Azriel always used to run his fingers along and smirk at your shivers, were gone. Packaged up with a blood red bow and dropped onto the table.

Azriel couldn't think about it. All he could do was pray to the Mother that you had at least been unconscious as they were taken from you. Part of him expected Rhys' to follow, but then the stories came, stories of Amarantha's whore and his ill-tempered sister who fought so hard that she was rid of the only things that gave her identity as punishment.

The wings were drooped at the tips, curling inward from the pain and torture from being away from their mate for so long. Comparing wingspans was something you did often, you were small compared to Azriel, your wings even smaller, but they were incredible things. Azriel could have sworn on countless occasions that he saw them hum with light whenever you were overcome with love.

The fiftieth year of your absence had crept in, and Azriel had forgotten what your lips tasted like, how the felt against his. There was nothing he could do, nothing anyone could do to bring you home, to him, where you belonged.

Until someone did.

Loud cries awoke him that night, he sat upright, the shirt you usually wore to bed nestled against his chest, the ever-faint aroma of you clinging to it like the last snow before spring. Frowning, Azriel shifted from the bed. He knew that voice, he knew that low rumbling power, and when he looked out of the window, his heart stopped.

Rhys was on his knees, bundled up into Mor's arms as he cried, but Azriel couldn't listen, he couldn't listen to the pain in his brothers voice, he couldn't stop himself from bursting from the room and running down the staircase.

His mind was blinded by hope and love and the mere possibility that you might have made it back too, "Where is my wife?"

Rhys rose to his feet, looking around the space as if he would find you not standing too far away, and frowning when he saw that you had vanished, "She was just here," Azriel could have crumbled at the words.

She was just here.

You were back. You had come back to him.

Rhys went to speak again but Azriel was already gone, he scoured the house top to bottom, checking every room and hallway, he went to the library, hoping to see you curled up in your spot like you had never left and the last fifty years had been nothing but a putrid nightmare.

Azriel's heart ached, he reached deep within him, deep into a place he couldn't bring himself to graze, and tugged.

Once. Twice.

The gates opened.

Azriel saw the golden thread pour from his chest, he saw it hum like a pulse as it stretched out and slithered around the corner, and his shadows danced outward to meet it, to wrap around the golden threat leading him to you, peering backward as if telling him to go.

Your mate, your husband, followed that thread, he followed it up the staircase and down the halls, breezing past the portraits hanging on the wall until he stood before the closed door of the bedroom. Azriel reached out a hand that was trembling and twisted the doorknob, softly pushing it open to reveal you.

Weight had dropped from you, and your posture was shrouded with fear as it hunched inward, your hugged yourself as your head surveyed the space. Then he saw the scars, the marred flesh poking from the back of the dress that hung from your body, a humiliation to everything you stood for, and his eyes landed on the rings of scarred flesh around your wrists and ankles, some still angry and red and peeling.

What had she done to you?

Shuddering, you turned around, stopping in your tracks at the male in the doorway being kissed by the moonlight pouring in from the thin slits of the curtains.

He was as beautiful as you remembered, hazel eyes that you had dreamt of nightly to allow you to hold onto some hope, the sharp jaw and cheekbones that you imagined your fingers brushing against, his lips that would often call out to you, not like you remembered the sound of his voice.

"Az?"

His breathing hitched and became shaky, you knew he was doing his best to not be overcome with emotion, not when you had every reason to cry and fall apart, "Say it again."

A soft sob broke through your lips at the sound, so low and hoarse, raw, but still teeming with warmth and beauty, of brighter tomorrows.

Say it again.

"Az."

Even in the dark he could see your face crumple and contort, and he rushed to you as you weakly reached for him, not being able to stop the sobs pulling from his chest either.

It was all there. Nightfall. Starlight. Salted oceans. Warm beaches.

Azriel cupped your face in his hands, so delicately, like he was afraid to break you, and tears fell from his eyes. It was you. Glazed orbs of plum peered up at him, your fingers reached to brush his tears away, "Is this some beautiful nightmare?"

Air rushed from his lungs, your eyes were glazed over, almost as if you were in some sort of trance, "No, my angel," his voice was a hush above a whisper, his fingers caressed your cheeks, "This is real."

"I'm home?"

Realisation hit you and your eyes became clear, "You're home."

"I thought I was lost," you placed your hands on his arms, and he watched your tattoo dance in the moonlight, a twin to his own, "I knew I'd find you."

Azriel pulled you in close, he cradled your head against his chest and held you tighter as the weight of the last fifty years crushed you, "My wings," you cried and Azriel's wings pinned themselves backward, dipping themselves from sight, "She took them. How can you love me? How can you see me as anything other than weak?"

Lifting your head to meet his, Azriel's finger trailed the line of your jaw, "You are not weak, my love. Weakness would weep at the mere thought of being associated with you, for they will never get to know what it's like to have courage in the most awful of odds. It would never get to know you, because it is not a part of you and it never will be. I love you, y/n. I have always loved you and always will. I would love you in any form, in any life, in any universe. You are mine. You are my everything. You are the strongest thing I have ever encountered and the most beautiful thing to walk the heavens."

"You would not save your entire court, your family, and your husband, and go through everything you have been through, and lost what you have lost, if you weren't the strongest creature on this planet," Azriel's lips curled downward, uneven breaths fell from his lips, "I forgot the sound of your voice."

In the worst moments of your torture, all you thought of was Azriel and this moment, the moment where it would have all been worth it just to see him healthy and alive, "I forgot yours too."

Azriel sighed, he pressed his forehead against yours and took a moment to just inhale you, to let the ocean breeze pour into his soul and bring him back to life, "Can I hold you?"

Nodding softly, you felt Azriel pull away, he peeled that dress from your body and pulled one of his jumpers over your head. He led you gently over to the bed, placing you down on the side of the mattress which had forgotten the shape of you and pulled you into him.

"I'm sorry for what this has done to you."

It hadn't escaped your eye at all, the curls of onyx under his eyes, the droop of his wings, the worry that clung to him and haunted his every step. It may have been awful Under The Mountain, but you'd never want to be the one waiting for their love to come home. It would destroy you.

Azriel didn't say anything as his fingers raked over your scalp, loosening all the tension in your mind. The scent of cedar and night-kissed mountains flooded you and you nestled into that spot on his chest, reaching behind you to pull his wing over your side and smiling softly at the feeling of it. To have wings.

"I'm home," Azriel just held onto you tighter, moulding your body to the curves of his own, pressing kisses into your hairline and running his fingers through your hair.

Then your breathing fell soft, your eyes had drifted closed, and you looked peaceful, a soft smile lingered on your lips.

Azriel slept better than he ever had that night, knowing that you were back, that you had come home to him, and knowing that no matter where you walked, Azriel would always follow.

Author's Note

I love himmmmmmmm

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sebastianswallows · 3 days

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The Little Death — 7. Quickly addicted

— PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: A Bene Gesserit gets left behind in the Arrakeen palace. When Feyd becomes the Planetary Governor, he finds her there in hiding. The Harkonnens don't traditionally keep them as truthsayers or concubines like other Houses do, but Feyd might have a use for her. After all, he's never had a Bene Gesserit of his own before.

— WARNINGS: smut, noncon, dom/sub, dom!Feyd, bondage, nipple play, cockwarming, overstimulation, choking, breathplay, inkpie

— WORDCOUNT: 3k

— TAGLIST: @elf-punk @lowlyloved @pomtherine @slytherins-heir @babyofneptune @localravenclaw @missbingu

Such people have a tendency to become drunk on violence, a condition to which they are quickly addicted.

— Missionara Protectiva

He could feel her breathing heavily, her taut and sweaty back sticking to his chest. He could feel her heartbeat too, thundering away. She was panicking in her own stilted Bene Gesserit way, and in a small amount of pain, and behind the soft veil of her hair a thousand plans of escape were brewing. But Feyd had never been more calm. He let his legs spread as wide as he could and held her weight atop his thighs as his cock sunk even deeper and his fingers toyed without any thought or meaning with her hardened buds. His face was buried in her hair. She couldn’t see him smiling but he purred and she just might’ve felt it.

“Just stay like that,” he whispered, his rough voice breaking at the edges. “You don’t need to do anything…”

She was still frightened. A reasonable enough reaction for a woman being forced against her will, he would admit, not that he cared very much — because he’d just gotten what he wanted. Having her play with him like he was her toy was sweet but there was a delight in having power over her that his concubines could never satisfy. They were after all genetically engineered to want him, just as they were made to hunger for human flesh. This one for better or worse had a mind of her own, and one that he had yet to conquer. He wondered if he ever could…

As he held her in his arms, her core flexing around him, Feyd kept playing with her nipples in an attempt to get her at least a little bit excited. Yes, he wanted her to be still, but he wanted her to not want it, to not be able to control herself around him — just as he hardly could whenever he was around her. There was still a conquest to be had there.

He moved the hair off of her neck to place his lips upon it while his other arm left her chest to circle around her waist. She winced in fear at the change. Feyd smiled and started kissing down her neck but not in an attempt to calm her. He liked her a bit scared. Moving gently, he shifted on the chair a little backwards and moved her with him, forcing her even lower on his cock. He felt her jolt when she realised what his purpose was.

“There you are… Good girl, sit still… Enjoy it…”

She whimpered as he moved her slightly, forcing her to rub her clit over his sac. He had to tilt her hips somewhat but she could feel it, and he could feel it too, that brushing of her hot hard point over his sensitive bulge. Her head tilted back over his shoulder.

“Pacified now, are you?” he chuckled as he brushed his lips across the column of her throat. “Is that all that little hole wants? To be filled and pleasured?”

She moved her head away in protestation and he knew he’d wounded her pride. It surprised him that she had any at all. She was so unlike most people he had ever met… Most slaves, anyway. Arrogant and violent and cunning — she was more like a Harkonnen than she knew.

Feyd held his palm atop her tummy making sure she stayed there and sat mostly still, his cock filling her all the way up, her swollen lips around his root, her still-hot bottom at his lower stomach. He felt as full as she must’ve been… Sated for the first time he remembered. His other hand circled her nipple, pinching it gently every now and then, plucking it away from the softness of her breast before letting it bounce back only to be captured again between the rough tips of his fingers. She whined when it started hurting her and Feyd knew to move on to the other. It made her squirm atop his cock.

“I love you like this,” he whispered. “A little punishment and you’re so sweet for me…”

She grumbled behind the belt that cut into her mouth in an attempt to prove him wrong — or prove it to herself. Feyd chuckled and nibbled at her ear.

“It was a compliment…” he whispered.

His fingers plucked her nipple and teased her with a little slap right after he let it go, giving her a bit of pleasure in turn with every bit of pain. She groaned but no longer made any attempt to pull away. She’d figured out that it was hopeless. Below, his palm rubbed gentle circles on her tummy, keeping her warm and soft for him. All around his cock, her core leaked her sweet and sticky juices, cloying on his manhood and his balls, slathering his skin and hers. He could feel himself twitching inside her, could feel his tip brush against her cervix and her plump lips kiss his sac each time she rubbed herself against him.

Her warmth was all around him, going from her frantic heart through her body, around his shaft, and back up into him. The warmth that now flowed through his blood came from her own up and through the point where they were joined. From her heart, into his. Almost too intimate. He’d never felt more comfortable than in this moment… But perhaps the same couldn’t be said for her.

“Is that too much?” he asked. He was genuinely curious.

She moaned something he couldn’t quite make out, but he could guess. Feyd rested against the back of the chair and pulled her more firmly against him.

“Here,” he whispered. “Let yourself lay on me for a while.”

She only tensed up more which didn’t surprise him but it still made him somewhat angry. She was supposed to obey him, and she never did.

“I said lay down.”

He could tell the exact second when she relented. The tension in the muscles of her back gave way to a genuine softness and he could feel her weight blanket him in a way that was almost delicious.

“Good girl…”

His hand left her sore little nipples and went up to grab her throat. Her breath hitched as his fingers closed around the tender column and squeezed just enough to control her breathing.

“Shhh… Don’t be scared.”

She clenched around his cock, her channel holding onto it as if her whole body was afraid. He smiled at how cute that was… Her womanhood nursed on him, pulling him deeper, hugging him so tightly he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. Slowly, Feyd’s other hand went lower down her stomach, pressing gently to feel his cock on the other side. He thrust up into her a couple of times just to feel himself there and he couldn’t help but moan. Above him, she moaned too, and her head leaned over his shoulder.

“Shhh… keep calm,” he whispered. “Try not to move…”

And then his fingers reached their aim — her pudgy little clit. Her thigh clenched nervously.

“What did I say? Be still now,” he murmured in a soothing tone with just a bit of a warning to it as he started to circle her with his middle finger. “That’s it… What a good girl.”

She whimpered but obeyed him, keeping her hips unmoving in spite of the pleasure he forced on her. The pad of his finger, rough from handling more dagger handles than soft flesh, touched just the very tip of her. Her clit peeked out, excited by the attention he gave it, as hard and erect as if it were a little cock. Feyd kissed the side of her neck next to where his fingers held her and squeezed it a bit harder — just on the edges, letting her breathe. He chuckled when he felt her getting wetter, her core clenching around him with unspoken frustration. He moved his hips ever so slightly, enough to let her feel his swollen sac beneath her, to feel the kiss of her soft lips again and feel her drooling on him.

“Good little girl,” he murmured right underneath her pulse.

Her breath hitched when he said that and he couldn’t help but chuckle. It seemed she liked being praised just as much as he did… From teasing her with one finger he then moved on to two, dipping now and then a little lower to gather the slick she kept leaking and bringing it back to lather her clit. Every noise she made resounded in his hand, against his lips, and soon Feyd was moaning too along with her.

She breathed in deeper to offset his light strangling of her and he knew she should start feeling dizzy with less blood going to her head. He delighted in the feeling of her soft hair cascading over his shoulder. Her clit was feeling warmer too and started throbbing and all around his cock he felt the tight hugging of her puffy hole. It clenched around him as if she could swallow him whole and even her cervix was nipping at his tip. She trembled and started to whine and Feyd knew he’d brought her close.

“A bit more,” he whispered encouragingly. “Keep it in a bit longer…”

She whimpered and shook her head and her hips started thrusting, but he wouldn’t let her escape his touch. His fingers followed her, circling her clit, pinching it to punish her before soothing it again with gentle rubs against its rounded little head. He bit his lip but didn’t move his hips, didn’t thrust up into her no matter how much he wanted to, punishing himself as much as he punished her. It was a delightful sort of pain to feel his cock held and hugged by the hungry mouth of her cunt, tugged on and swallowed like her body wanted to suck the cum right out of him. To feel his tip covered in a pool of her own wetness and his own that kept on dripping with nowhere to go, and keep on staying still…

He breathed heavily against her jaw and closed his eyes, swallowing his moans and whimpers. She’d turned quiet in his arms while her heart started beating faster, and finally he let go of her throat. Her head rested heavily against his, cheeks wet with tears and drool, and he couldn’t help but kiss her. He held the back of her head tenderly as he brought her lips to his and gave her loving little pecks, then, with a look into her tired eyes, he relented. Feyd reached toward the table, grabbed the knife, and cut the belt off from around her mouth.

She flexed her jaw and licked her dry chapped lips but he kissed her before she could speak, his finger threading through her hair to hold her. She moaned into his mouth so plaintively as his fingers kept on rubbing her, now up and down along the column of her clit, and when she started following the motion he wasn’t even angry.

“Want to cum?” he asked her between kisses, his blue eyes gazing into hers.

She nodded tearfully. “Please,” she whispered, “I c-can’t take it.”

He kissed her again. “Beg some more.”

“Please,” she whispered as she closed her eyes, “please, na-Baron, let me cum…”

“Say my name when you beg me.”

“Feyd…”

He kissed her again, ravaging her tired and sore mouth that tasted sharp with tears and hints of blood and with trembling hands, he took hold of her hips. She gasped against his lips — she knew just what was going to happen.

Feyd held her still and started thrusting, driving his thick cock into her as if he could become one with her if he tried hard enough. His hips hardly left the seat but he thrust up into her so hard he had to hold her down to make her take it. She almost screamed, her moans loud enough to echo in the highest corners of the room. He wanted her to cum so badly, he knew he had to feel it…

Wrapping one arm around her waist to steady her, he brought the other back down to her nub. She winced at how sensitive she was. Feyd cupped his fingers underneath his balls and rested his thumb on her clit, and let each thrust nudge her against him. He rubbed down the column of her bud and down onto his swollen sac then up again, getting them both wet and filthy, their skin soft and sensitive together, and feverishly hot.

She started breathing heavily and rested her head back, hair falling all around her shoulders and his, sticking to their sweat. Between her panting breaths, she moaned in pleasure and in pain while Feyd kept driving into her, relentless and a little crazed.

“Please, please, please…” she muttered, and then she started shaking.

Her legs tensed up, her back arched forward getting unstuck from his skin. Their sweat dripped down between the bruised cheeks of her ass to pool around the root of his cock. It mingled with the juices that flowed out of her.

“Please, Feyd… Aaah! Feyd!”

“Shhh… I have you,” he whispered, his voice shot and breathless. “You can cum for me, can’t you? You can be good and do that…”

She bit her lip trying to keep quiet but couldn’t hold for long. She trembled in his arms as if the winds of Lankiveil were beating against her, but every part of her was hot. Feyd kept driving his cock into her and rubbing her clit against his sac, and held her tighter when she began to scream. Her core clenched so tightly around him he couldn’t move, he might’ve ripped her open if he did. Her body suckled on his cock as if begging for it, as if her womb was thirsty.

He settled deep inside her and gave in. With a groan, he shot his cum straight into her flexing cervix and let its hard, small mouth kiss his spewing tip. She gasped at the feeling and almost cried, falling limp against his once again. His orgasm seemed to have satisfied her own and, as he kept giving her his cum, she started calming down. Feyd buried his moans in her neck with kisses and felt her whimpers dying out. His fingers stopped teasing her clit but he still held her, supporting her sapless body with his own.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, his eyes closed, mouth panting open. “Fuck, that was good…”

She winced something in reply, but whatever she meant to say, he loved it. Every part of her was sweet to him right now. Their hearts beat frantically together, he could feel it right against his chest, and through their veins Feyd knew their blood flowed to the same rhythm, carrying on it the same intoxicating pleasure. He’d taken her, she was his now, no matter what happened next.

“You were perfect,” he whispered, his arm relaxing from around her waist to caress her body once again.

He gently pet her hips, her chest, her breasts, then gingerly turned her head to the side so he could kiss her. She seemed half-asleep and yet alert, her eyes on fire as they looked down into his. Feyd pressed loving pecks into her mouth and breathed her in, swallowing all of her in every way he could. He tilted her head back a little and began to kiss her neck, then lower to her chest as he let her lean back. The length of his arm supported her back. She winced at the position, or perhaps it was the stiffness in her arms still tied behind her back, but he would fix that soon. Now, he wanted to explore her.

His kisses travelled messily across her torso until he found the soft swell of a breast and captured her nipple in his mouth. It felt silkier and more messy than before, and when he opened his eyes he realised her hair was veiling her. Her skin peeked through, and somehow it looked even more arousing. Feyd moaned and covered her breast with his lips, tasting her sweet and sweaty skin among the texture of her locks.

She lay limp in his arms like a doll but she was still clenching on his cock. He only needed to flex his hips a little for a puddle of their mix of cum slipped out of her puffy hole. She whimpered and squirmed, ashamed and aroused all over again. Their juices pooled underneath his balls and from there started dripping down onto the floor. She gasped, and when Feyd opened his eyes to see he giggled — she was shocked at the sight.

“It’s… grey, nearly black,” she muttered, her voice so weak and rough he almost didn’t recognise it. She sounded deliciously exhausted.

“Mhmm…”

“Ah… mmm… My arms hurt…”

“Mhmm…”

With a parting kiss, he released her nipple from between his lips and straightened himself in his seat again.

“You’re really beautiful,” said Feyd, admitting it for the first time out loud. “Next time I fuck you, I want to look at you the whole while.”

She held his gaze — not without some difficulty — and swallowed the knot in her throat. However eager she looked to be finally free, she seemed not to relish the prospect of a repeat performance. Feyd tried not to let it bother him too much.

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gredandforgeweatherby · 2 days

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A Shared Joint

Theo Nott x reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, weed consumption, swearing, making out, brooding?reader (it’ll make sense), Google translated Italian

A/N: Italian!Theo always‼️(accent🤩) ((this man is so hot)), not specified what house you are in.

The Slytherin common room was packed to the brim, mostly with slytherin and ravenclaws, though you could spot some Hufflepuffs and the occasion Gryffindor. The lights were low, music blaring through the speakers as students danced, drank, and talked all around you. Every corner of the room seemed to have a couple making out and groping each other, and smoke from cigarettes and joints hung low in the air.

You didn’t want to be at this party. You would’ve much preferred drinking with your friends in one of your dorms as you normally would. Instead your best friend wanted to come to slytherin’s party that night, and you didn’t want her to go alone. So that’s how you found yourself where you were now; sat on the large couch in the center or the room, one arm propped on the arm of the couch, your head resting upon it with an uninterested look etched on your face.

You watched as your friend danced with some kid in your year, both clearly intoxicated. You had taken a couple of shots and had currently been nursing a drink for the last hour and were entirely too sober for this. The room was hot, the amount of people only exasperating that, the pounding in your head had begun to match the pounding of the music, and you were tired. You wanted to leave, but you knew your friend didn’t. She was having the time of her life dancing with… Berkshire? You weren’t sure. All you know was that she had a smile on her face, so you were more than willing to wait out this boring party for her.

It was only a few minutes later, though it felt like another hour had passed, when you felt the couch dip next to you. Your curiosity getting the better of you, you turn your head to the side to be met with Theodore Nott’s profile. He was staring ahead, his eyes low and his mouth straight as usual. He held a drink in one of his hands, and as he leaned his head on the back of the couch, you spotted a joint resting behind his ear. He was dressed as he always was: smart pants paired with a (probably) expensive button up, the first few buttons undone.

You turned your attention back in front of you, your gaze searching for your friend. She was still dancing with the same kid, though now with considerably more groping and tension. At least one of us is enjoying ourselves, you thought. Surveying the room, it seemed the only two people not on their feet were you and Nott, which made you feel a bit out of place. You weren’t able to linger on that feeling for long though.

“At least I know I’m not the only one who’d rather be anywhere else.” Theo broke the silence between you two. His accent made it a bit harder to understand him under the loud music, but you surpassingly managed.

You turned your head to your right, making eye contact as his head was already tilted toward you. You had to admit, Theodore Nott was attractive. More than that, he was hot. His eyes bore into yours, his stare making you feel as if he seeing straight into your soul.

Breaking eye contact, you huffed out a chuckle.

“I’m only here because my friend wanted to come.”

“Ah,” a half smile-half smirk crossed his face, “being a good friend and not leaving her to come on her own I assume?”

You nodded in response.

He turned his head back straight, breathing out a barely audible sigh.

“Only here ‘cause it’s your common room I assume? Can’t really escape these idiots can you?” You turned back to him to once again be met with the side of his face. He didn’t respond right away, which made you think he was ignoring you, before he sighed.

“My friends like to throw these parties. I find it fucking annoying to have to clean up after everyone the next morning. Too much work sai?”

You nodded. “Thats understandable. Merlin knows I wouldn’t want to do that shit.”

Theo chuckled. “That’s exactly what I’m saying bella.”

You raised your eyebrows in response and turned back towards the crowd. Out of your peripheral vision you could see Theo reach behind his ear for the joint. He rolled it in between his fingers for a few seconds before standing. He walked a bit, before stopping a step or two past the arm of the couch and turns his body towards you.

“Would you like to join?”

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Theo guided you out of the common room up a set of stairs out of the dungeons. The two of you were currently at one of the open windows of the castle, you sitting on the ledge and Theo leaning against it. He pulled a lighter from his pocket before handing you the joint.

“Ladies first of course.” He stated, that half smile-half smirk from earlier making another appearance. You huffed out a laugh and took the joint from his fingers, setting it between your lips, as he lit it for you.

You and Theo passed the joint between the two of you in a comfortable silence. For not having too much interaction with him all these years, it wasn’t awkward like one would have thought. This silence that lingered allowed you to observe Theo when he wasn’t paying attention. You had already admitted to yourself he was hot, everyone knew that, but you have never really seen that for yourself. Now, with a nice high, you were finally seeing for yourself that Theodore Nott was hot. Really hot. He took another hit off the joint before looking back to you, luckily giving you enough time to make it seem like you hadn’t been staring.

Theo offered you the joint and you took it, directing your glance upward as you rest your head against the wall, zoning out a bit. While you weren’t paying attention, he took it as a chance to do the same you have been doing seconds prior, unbeknownst to you. He had always thought you were attractive, he had seen you throughout all your years here. Seeing you tonight by yourself looking like you’d rather die than be at that party gave him the perfect opportunity to actually talk to you. He didn’t necessarily fancy you, you were someone who caught his eye several times, but he could definitely see that changing.

You finally zoned back in and could feel Theo’s eyes on you.

“You’re staring.”

He only breathed a small chuckle. “Am I?”

You locked eyes with him. “Yes.”

Theo kept your eye contact, not seeming embarrassed he was caught staring. Pushing off his arms that were on the ledge of the window, he turned his body to face you.

“What a shame,” his gaze flitted downward before meeting your eyes again. “una bella ragazza mi ha sorpreso a fissarlo.”

Though you weren’t quite sure what he said, you had to admit it was hot when he spoke in Italian. With his gaze still meeting yours, he moved again, this time shifting between your legs. Unconsciously, you opened them a bit wider for him. His hand ghosted over your thigh, a feather light touch almost sending shivers down your spine.

“You shouldn’t stare. It is rude after all.” You replied lamely after realizing you hadn’t responded yet. One side of his mouth tilts up in a half smile.

“Scusa.” He muttered, rolling his lips in to wet them. “Didn’t mean to be rude.” He moved his hand up a bit further, making sure you were still okay with the contact.

“If staring at you is rude would kissing you be rude too?” He asked, his eyes boring into your own.

Instead of responding verbally, you moved to put one of your hands on his face, and leaning in to kiss him.

He responded immediately, kissing you back with fervor. The hand on your thigh moved up even further while his other went to your jaw. You moved your other hand through his hair, lightly tugging on the roots. Theo released a light moan in response, his mouth opening enough for your tongue to slip inside. You scooted closer to him, most of your body hanging off the ledge of the window. Theo moved his hand up under your dress as his hand on your jaw pulled you closer. The two of you were breathing heavy, the kiss igniting a hunger for the other neither of you realized you had. The two of you continued to kiss until a distant bang caught your attention. Jumping away from him, you realized the bang came from the dungeons, and that someone had come out of the common room. Theo tired to chase your lips, using the hand on your jaw to try and pull you back to him when you heard someone quietly call your name.

“Shit,” you sighed. The only person at the party that would’ve been looking for you was your best friend, you could tell it was her the closer she got to you and Theo.

Theo lowered his hand from your jaw, letting it fall to your waist before moving away so you could get down.

“I guess you have to go.” He asked, though they way he said it made it seem like a statement.

“If she’s looking for me it probably means she’s ready to go, so.”

You finally got off the window ledge, Theo’s hands on your waist as you did. Before going back down to the dungeon, you turned to him. One hand on the back of his neck, you drew him into a quick kiss.

“We should continue tho sometime.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Anytime you want.” He nodded.

You gave him a small smile before slipping your hand off your next and bidding him goodbye.

“Ciao bella.” He called to you before you were out of earshot.

You turned back around, winking at him before disappearing down the stairs.

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I’m thinking of making a smutty part 2, so let me know if you would like that. Enjoy xx!

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 days

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the girl next door 12

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

“How about it, Holly?” Steve’s voice brings you back from your trance.

You only realise then that you’ve zoned out. You look down at your plate, your burger half-eaten and the salad mostly gone. As your mom babbled on, you’d lost yourself staring out at the lawn. It didn’t really matter, she barely acknowledged you since you came out with dinner.

You glance between her and Steve, lost in the conversation already underway.

“I’d love that, it will be nice,” your mom answers, beaming across the table; the shade of the umbrella gathering in the lines of her face.

“How about you, kiddo? Grab you pajamas and join the party,” Steve looks at you.

“Huh?” You and your mom utter in unison.

“Both of us?” She asks in a brittle quaver.

“Yeah, sure, it’ll be a nice way to connect. Holly, I know you’re a mother first, it’s a package deal.”

“Mm, yeah, I just... I misinterpreted,” she puts her hand against her neck. “A sleepover, that’s fun.”

“I felt bad about last time. Don’t want anyone left out of movie night. I got popcorn, mph,” he turns to you again, “do you like cream soda? I got some cane stuff in the glass bottles--”

“That’s a lot of sugar,” your mother murmurs.

“It’s one night,” he shrugs, “it won’t hurt. Lots to go around.”

“I guess...” she forces a smile.

“Well, we can always hold off. I did promise ice cream,” he sits back and claps his thighs. “You all done?”

You stare at the table then look up in the silence. You don’t realise he’s talking to you. You nod. Your stomach won’t settle. It’s been off all day; you wonder if maybe the maple syrup was a bit too much yesterday.

“I’ll wrap it up for you, you can have it later if you want,” he stands and takes your plate, then your mother’s and his own. Where you nibbled through barely half, they had nothing left.

You sit back and cross your arms as Steve goes inside. Your mother sighs and glares past you. She’s annoyed even if you hadn’t made the decision yourself. You didn’t even accept the invitation.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“Whatever,” she rolls her eyes, “you just can’t help but get in the way.”

She leans forward. When she’s angry, her tremors worsen. She’s barely able to keep her head still.

“I didn’t...”

“Oh, be quiet. He only feels bad for you because he knows I can’t get rid of you,” she sneers. “He knows you have nothing go for you. No job, no friends, no hobbies.” She sits back and huffs, “I tried to raise you better. I really did. I don’t know what happened.”

You lower your head. Maybe you can come up with a lie. If you can find an excuse to leave, she won’t be able to hate you.

“I could say I’m not feeling well--”

“Just stay out of the way,” she snarls.

You sniff and turn away, hiding the gloss of tears in your eyes. Sometimes, you don’t do anything at all and she’s mad. You hear Steve coming back out and you wipe your nose, keeping your face down as you shrink.

You can be invisible. You’re good at that.

🏠

Not wanting to seem ungrateful, you accept a bowl of ice cream and finish it. Strawberry. It's delicious but you just can't enjoy it. You're uneasy, unsure.

You go to grab some pajamas, your mother issuing another warning before you return to Steve's. You wear a pair of polka dot bottoms and a jersey shirt. You'll just be watching tv, and hopefully, if you can settle down, sleeping.

Your mother sits on the couch. You can see the fatigue quivering in her lip and drooping in her eyelids. She never did as much before your new neighbour. You only ever stayed inside and wilted in the sunlight.

"Holly, you need anything?" Steve asks as he pushes up the ottoman, "how about you put your feet up. I just wanted to show her something."

"What's that?" Your mom asks.

"Oh, yeah, well, I know she likes art so I wanted to show her my studio. Or office, whatever you wanna call it."

"Mm, right. Upstairs, huh?" She grumbles.

"Right," he confirms, "we won't be too long. You can find a movie." He hands her the remote, "I had some extra pencils and stuff I found on the move. Figured she could take em off my hands."

"Sure, sure," she yawns and leans her head in her hands. You can't tell if she's witholding herself out of exhaustion or for Steve's benefit.

"Come on. We'll just pop up for minute," Steve nudges your arm.

You hug one arm across your stomach and push your shoulder up. You take his direction as he points you actoss the room. You go to the stairs and climb one by one.

Further down, he takes you into another room, just across from an open bedroom. You shuffle inside and can't help marvel at the interior. The walls are hung with still lifes in pencil, charcoal, and ink, and an easel stands by the window, a large drafting table at the center of the room.

"You do these?" You ask bluntly.

"Ha, yeah, I... when I saw your sketchbook, I admit, I got a bit excited. A fellow artist."

"You're an artist? You make money off of this?"

"Sure do," he smiles proudly. "Did some time in the army then had to get out, find some peace. Always found painting calms me."

"Oh."

"I wanted to say something sooner but I wanted to show you," he enters and brushes by you, hand dragging across your back. "Let me find those pencils."

You nod and pace cautiously around the table. There's an open sketchbook. A woman's naked back greets you, a piece of fabric draped around her hips as her refined profile is etched perfectly.

He's good. Better than you. You back away as he sorts through the shelf.

'Ah, here," he turns to you again, "pencils, sketchbook, oh and maybe you'll want these watercolours. I was sent two by accident."

"Oh, uh, thanks, but... you don't have to."

"You're talented. You'll make good use of them, I know it."

"Mm, I... try."

"There's this place I know. Great view. Maybe you can come one day. Good fodder," he offers. "Trees, water, and the sunset..."

"Maybe," you agree half-heartedly.

"Then maybe you can bring it to my next art show."

"Art show?" You mutter, eyes rounding.

"Sure. It'll be good for you. I know you take care of your mom and that's sweet but you gotta make your way. Eventually."

"I know," you slump and take the sketchbooks and flat tins from him. "Thank you. I..." you look at the brand names. You know they're expensive from the catalogues you look at but never buy from. "No one... these are so nice. I appreciate it."

"No problem, sweetie. Let me know if you need anything else. Hell, if you want a quiet place to work..." he stops behind you and looks around, "even just an escape..."

“That's okay,” you say as you go back into the hall.

You head back downstairs, the pencils clattering just a little in your hands. As you enter the living room, you hear a snort. Your mom's head lolls back against the couch as she snores. Steve walks into you from behind as he stops too late.

“Oop,” he frames your hips for just a moment as he presses again your back then parts. “Sleepyhead,” he chuckles and sidles past you, a waft of his cologne filling your lungs. He didn't smell so strongly before. “Well, guess it's your choice, sweetie,” he takes the remote and holds it out to you.

“Oh, uh, you choose,” you try to wave him off but he pushes the remote into your hand.

“You can put your stuff on the table,” he points to the sketchbook clutches against your chest, “better get cozy while I get the popcorn going.”

Before you can argue, he's gone. You turn to look at your mom. Why did she have to fall asleep? She could've said no to all of this, that she's too tired. Now it's you and Steve. Hopefully, the movie keeps the chatter to a minimum.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #the girl next door #drabble #series #au #silverfox au #captain america #mcu #marvel

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Didn’t know if I was going to wade into this territory but you know what , why not ?

I have thoughts about why Buck & Tommy are so appealing to some of us (me) , more than Buck’s other relationships.

I’m going to break it down .

Abby

Abby is introduced first on the show , so the audience has a connection with her. I like Abby & having familiarity with Connie Britton made me like her more.

I enjoyed Abby’s relationship with Buck at first.

I liked both characters separately so on my first watch as a casual viewer of a new show I was like ok this is cute but that’s all it was.

I didn’t really feel chemistry there.

But they never compelled me. I was indifferent to her leaving and wasn’t sad to see their relationship end. (Only felt bad for Buck)

On my rewatch , the relationship felt weird to me. I’m not sure if I was biased knowing how it ended or not but I enjoyed it less the second time around.

Ali

The flirting was cute but we didn’t see enough of them actually together.

Her character existed to be saved by Buck and date him . When it’s obvious that that is a character’s role and they don’t have any individual arc, it doesn’t create a relationship I care about.

I appreciated her honesty in why she broke up with him instead of ghosting or leading him on.

But it was a half hearted portrayal that I don’t think anyone expected to be endgame .

Taylor

Taylor and Buck actually had some chemistry. I loved their flirting and their banter.

I don’t hate Taylor the way a lot of people do.

I thought she was an interesting character and liked how they played off each other.

Taylor was fleshed out and a real fully developed character and I enjoyed her arc.

But as Buck’s love interest I think the seed was planted early on that her ambition would always come first.

And honestly, after he kissed Lucy I’m not sure I blame her?

There was some chemistry but it still wasn’t ever enough for me to root for them .

I wish they stayed friends because I did love their dynamic.

Lucy

There’s not much to say here except that I actually think Buck and Lucy had great chemistry and if their relationship started differently and the show had decided to go that direction when she was introduced I definitely could’ve seen myself rooting for them .

Natalia

Honestly her character just felt so flat to me and it was very very obvious she was filler.

There was no chemistry and I never considered her a legitimate option.

Which brings us to Tommy.

To be honest, before my rewatch I didn’t even remember who Tommy was. So watching 7x03 I thought he was brand new.

He was compelling right away, on his own . The deadpan humor, the fake mouth static , flying into a hurricane for his friends.

In 7x04 right away I was like wait… are they flirting ??? The chemistry was so there.

We find out about Tommy’s interests , see little tidbits of his personality throughout 7x04 culminating in the conversation at Buck’s apartment and the kiss.

The way 7x05 and the date was handled was so interesting to me. The situation was so well thought out and the way we see Buck act here is something I don’t think we’ve seen since Abby. Buck acknowledging his feelings in a very real and nuanced way.

Ever scene Tommy was in from 7x03-05 made me want to get to know him as a character, separately from his relationship with Buck .

In order to actually care about a relationship you have to care about both characters separately first !

The chemistry during their kiss and the coffee scene is so so strong.

Viewing it all again under this lens, knowing who Tommy was and is, honestly made me like him more . Seeing a character grow and change to be able to build better relationships is so entertaining!

The hugs in 7x06 and that kiss just attest to the insane chemistry Lou and Oliver have .

#listen it’s just an opinion #don’t have a melt down kids it’s all made up #might delete later #evan buckley #bucktommy #tommy kinard

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scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 1 - the prince

How the mighty do fall.

(Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn’t exactly considered classy, Stolas.)

Word count: 1,520

Warnings: I mean. depression. arranged marriage. this part doesn’t contain actual sex only mentions of it but others might idk, me taking myself way too seriously writing this, this has no dialogue but don’t give up on me im actually a pretty dialogue heavy person but this only works if this chapter has no dialogue

If you ever asked Stolas, he’d say he was never one to cause a scene.

If you asked anyone else, they’d say he’s lying.

Stolas had always been fond of a little drama and drawn to a bit of flair, akin to exaggeration and grandeur like no other. Be it in the way he speaks, acts or reacts to hell around him, be it how he expresses his emotions or his thoughts and even his feelings towards others.

Emotions, thoughts, feelings. Stolas was always full of those, ever since he was an ugly, pink, featherless little project of a bird. They have been all-consuming ever since he can remember. And he remembers.

Stolas can recall the confusion in his father’s voice whenever he cried as a kid, as if the action was strange and foreign, unfit for a demon like him.

And perhaps it was.

Stolas remembered many things, and yet he could not recall a single time he had seen his father cry- or show any sort of weakness, for the matter. Paimon was always stern and centered, and Stolas is sure the only thing close to weakness he’s ever expressed was his inability to be more than his status- to be an actual father. He doubted his father would consider that a weakness. What was fatherhood next to being royal, anyways, right?

It was disconcerting to grow up certain that, between his father and all of his brothers, he was, without a doubt, the weakest. After all, how could he not be? He was scared, of a many things, most of the time. He felt things too deeply in his heart and he worried too much and too often about too many things. He was aware of all of that.

But, as he grew up, Stolas decided he was fine with it, if he meant he got to genuinely feel things. Because Octavia had come to exist, and he could never in his heart find the willpower to act as cold to her as his own father did to him.

Yes, he decided he was fine with being weak, if that’s what being able to love unconditionally took. He was fine with being weak, if that’s what being loved took.

He may not have loved his father, or even liked him, for the matter. But he promised to himself he’d do anything it took for Octavia to love him.

And how it filled him with pure and utter joy to feel loved for the first time in his life.

He may not have loved Stella, either, but their union had brought him his daughter, and nothing in the entirety of the universe mattered more to him than her. And so he was grateful for their arrangement, after all, despite the bitterness of it all.

With Octavia’s teenage years came the flood, though. Stolas cried himself to sleep almost every single night for years to come as he was reminded of the fact that being grateful for what his marriage brought him was not enough to make him happy to be in the situation in which he found himself, unable to exist as he was inside of his own home without fearing the judgement of a wife who loved him just as much as he loved her - not even a tiny little bit- and unable to shield his daughter from the unhappy family he’d once feared she would have to endure.

Stella was never someone Stolas particularly liked. In fact, he quite disliked her, from the moment he laid eyes on her as his father told him they were betrothed to one another, at much too young of an age.

At first, it surely was purely the hatred for the fact that his fate was tied to her and there was nothing he could do to escape, and the sense of impending doom that came with every year that passed as he knew he grew closer to approaching the day there would be turning back, and watched the time pass as an expectator of his own life, as there was nothing he could really do but comply.

Royal life had its renounces.

When the day came for their marriage to be sealed, the moment finally materializing itself as real instead of bad news he’d try to push away and avoid dwelling into for too long, Stolas promised himself he’d try to get over those feelings and make an effort to know her better. If they would be tied to one another from this moment on, he could at least try to make it all not so miserable.

It was a task set to fail.

When Octavia was conceived, Stolas felt nothing but relief. After all, this entire situation was based purely on business, all-dependent on the birth of an heir. Which meant, in some way, they were a bit more free than before. However much that can be in the situation they found themselves in.

Relief came first, dread came second. At only 19 years old, what did Stolas know of parenting anyway? Logically, he knew this would be happening. Logically, he’d known that for almost a full decade. Logically, that should have been enough for him to be prepared.

But he felt anything but prepared. How was he, who felt lost at all times, who cried at the slightest things, who didn’t ask for all of this, supposed to be a father? What twisted parameters did he have, considering his own?

He only hoped time would ease those feelings.

Throughout the years, he learned those feelings never do leave you, and that parenthood is forever a state of worry. You never truly feel ready- there’s just not much more that you can do than try your best.

To be loved by Octavia was enough. Or… at least it should be, shouldn’t it? Was it selfish, or perhaps even inconsiderate, unfair to her that at times he found himself longing to be loved by someone who’s existence wasn’t bound to him? Wishing to know if someone would ever care not because they were betrothed to him and not because they were his own blood, but simply because they liked who he was? Enjoyed his company? Felt genuine attraction towards him?

When thoughts of the sorts consumed him it was to not punish himself mentally for thinking such frivolous things, for having such superficial wishes. But it wasn’t hard to figure out where it all stemmed from. After all, when the only partner you ever have ever had in your entire life hadn’t any say in choosing you, it’s only natural to wonder what it would be like to be with someone who did choose him.

When you’ve had no say in choosing the only partner you’ve ever had in your life, in turn, it’s only ever natural, too, to wonder what it would be like with someone you would have chosen to be with. Someone who excited you, who made you feel things. Stolas didn’t even know what exactly those things were supposed to be, but longed to feel them nonetheless.

The day Blitzo, someone he hadn’t heard of in decades, was caught trying to sneak into his palace, during the most depressing party ever thrown in all seven reals, Stolas felt excitement for the first time in a long while. It’s almost like his brain had a reaction before he even processed it. Like it was stuck repeating the same thing over and over and over: Friend. Friend. Friend.

Sure, Blitzo wasn’t his friend. They hadn’t been friends for, once again, literal decades. In fact, they had only ever been friends for about a day.

But Blitzo was his first ever friend. And you don’t just forget that. He never would, at least.

And that night they spent together, something in Stolas changed. That night, he felt wanted. For the first time in his life, he felt desired. For the first time in his life, sex wasn’t just business. It wasn’t just an obligation or a means to an end. For the first time in his life, sex was fun.

He knew it was supposed to be fun. He knew it was fun for most people. He had just stopped hoping it would ever be fun for him.

And, sure, he also knew what they did was wrong. But he couldn’t get himself to care as much as he probably should have, because, truth be told, Stella could pretend to have been hurt by it however much she wanted, but they both knew she never really was.

“That was the sound of a fucking divorce!”

A couple hours later, sitting on his bed in shock, he could still barely believe he had really just done what he did- what they should have done so long ago- and Stolas just started laughing to himself. The more he laughed, the harder it was to stop. He knew he just had to look like a maniac like that, but couldn’t possibly get himself to care, because, for only a split second did the thought of not being supposed to let his servants see him in that state pass through his mind, but it only made him laugh harder.

He’d just announced his divorce to the wife he’d been set to marry since birth, can’t be much more scandalous than that.

A/N: would you believe me if i said this started as an idea for what was supposed to be only a funny silly little oneshot with dick jokes and public embarrassment?

Requests for Blitzø and Blitzø x Stolas are open! I’m also SO hyperfixated on this show rn so if y’all wanna chat abt hcs or this series be my guest I’d be happy to talk and i don’t bite unless asked nicely luv y’all <3

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I saw that you haven't written for Honkai star rail yet and was hoping you could write for Yandere Kafka, Silver Wolf, Yukong and Jingliu with a shy darling

Shy Darling

[ YANDERE HEADCANONS ] [ Kafka, Silver Wolf ]

[ Honkai Star Rail ]

Please read the characther list before requesting next time, I don't write for Yukong nor Jingliu

Still, I liked writing this! an interesting first time writing for the Stellaron Hunters!

Kafka

After becoming part of the Stellaron Hunters Kafka has travel all around the universe as Elio asked her, aside from that she doesn't do much more so is probably that it was in one of those missions were she end up meeting you, and, honestly, as long as Kafka stays loyal to Elio and doesn't go against the scrip she can do pretty much all she want, so taking a small break to walk towards you won't represent much problems (and there is the chance that you two meeting was something Elio already knew it would happen)

Kafka takes the first chance she has to get to met you and doesn't even bother on hidding her interest on you (not even that she is a criminal, for her it doesn't matter), as well there are high chances that she notices your shy behavior even before muttering the first word but she just find it rather cute

Kafka likes to admire the beauty, she is well know about the fine arts and, for her, meeting her darling is like finding a beautiful art piece that she has never seen before, one that she must add to her collection, no matter at what cost. Before she finish with her mision and has to leave that planet she will make sure to take you with her

Kafka is actually caring and loving towards her darling, wanting to treat you as the priceless piece of art you are for her, so she take the time to introduce herself and win your trust, even if she were in the middle of a battlefield she has the time to glance at her darling and dedicate them a smile

Kafka is really smart and skilled (in and outside of the battlefield) and for her winning her darling trust is like a game, and her plan to win your trust and heart is just a dance where she has leadership, smothly guiding you around the dance floor with elegance and grace, her eyes never leave yours, honestly Kafka is so smooth and charismatic that it is just matter of time to win your blind trust

Kafka doesn't even lie to her darling, she is sincere with how much she likes you and how beautiful you are in her eyes, your shyness makes you just adorable and she is more than willing to let you hide behind her back as she takes care of anything that you are afraid of or bothers you, and honestly she takes advantage of your shyness to make you depend on her, to make you want her around to be able to protect you

It doesn't take much time before Kafka manage to make her darling depend and needy, make you want her around at all times, even if she has to put you on risky situations just to came and save you she is willing to do so, she isn't afraid on losing you since she knows she is more than capable to protect you

Also, Kafka loves showing off with you more than she likes to admit, be due her skills in battle or her bast aknowledge in fine arts and treasures, all the beautiful peaces of art she own, her skills on music, everything she is and has is now yours too if you accept to be with her

One of the things she likes the most is dressing you up, putting on you the most fine and elegant outfits because it brings her two diferent benefits, it let her see the beauty of her beloved darling at its fullest and can see you all flustered and shy, specially when she just doesn't stop giving you compliments

She doesn't mind if you become friends with the rest of the Stellaron Hunters (that give her more chances to see you being all shy and maybe even a little scare, wich she loves and give her the chance to comfort you, so is just a win win for her), she knows that none of them will be idiotic enough to try to steal you from her (but if you start liking them more than her then it will be a problem), but if you prefer to just relate to her and don't interact with others is fine for her too

Silver Wolf

Catching Silver Wolf's attention will depend in how interesting she finds you, so for her obsession for her darling is going to grow slowly, fisrt by catching her attention enough for her to decided to do a little more research about you. No matter if the first time she have met you is in person or online, the only thing that matter is that now that you are her new target and nothing will stop her

Honestly, it doesn't take her much time before being able to find out everything she can about you, Silver Wolf is the best hacker and nothing will stop her, she can even hack your own accounts and devices just to get more information about you, but she will do it once her obsession have grown to the point that she just can't stop

The more Silver Wolf gets to know about you the more obsessed she gets, it brings her so much joy that she start seeing this hunt of her darling like some kind of game, a game that she will not lose no matter what it cost her. Traveling across the infinite amount of information she had of you to the point when she is even able to use an hologram to appear right where you are, leading her to her next step, getting her price

There is no other way for it to happen, after getting to know so much of you and how much joy you bring her is just natural for her wanting to have you only for herself, so she wont really waste much time before kidnapting you, but even when she is so excited and even in a rush of adrenaline Silver Wolf takes the time to make the perfect plan to win her price

Silver Wolf knows you are shy from the start, it was one of the things she found out while messing around your information, and yet, there are chances that she just forgot about it for being too concentrate in her plan, having you by her side is already a win so now she is she can take things slower and will take the time to win the trust and heart of her darling

Silver Wolf finds your shyness quite hilarious because of how easy was for her to get all the information about you, still she does respect your shyness and most of the time she just leave you be, she is happy with just having you around and having a one-side conversation while playing videogames until you adjust to your new life with her (it bothers her but she is willing to wait until you feel comfortable)

Despite your shyness and despite kidnapting you, Silver Wolf is really kind and friendly with you, no matter how you react she always acts as if you two were happy together, clingy and caring, sharing her snacks and videogames with you; even if you seem reclulant to open up with her Silver Wolf lets you have your own phone and even some freedom, she can easily track you down and know what you are doing so she isn't really scare, but is her behavior what can easily make you fall for her charismatic trick and put your trust on her

Silver Wolf is a little bothered by your shyness just because it holds you back from doing fun things, however she does finds quite funny to tease you and make you flustered or teasing you to convince you to do what she wants to do. She constantly take advantage of your shyness to gets what she wants and has no shame on doing it, she constantly use it whenever she has to go out for a mission or to see Elio, she kinda threats you about how she won't be there to help you if you end up meeting someone else if you decide to left the safety of your room, always emphasizing the fact that now you live close to the Stellaron Hunters and how dangerous they can be

Despite the threaten Silver Wolf let you interact with the other Stellaron Hunters if you want, she won't mind and finds quite funny seeing you scare or shy when the others are around, but also has little patient when it comes to the others and her darling, she leave others interact with you for a certain amount of time or just having a tolerance about how close they get to you before getting tired or even feeling possessive and dragging you away to your shared to room to play videogames together

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #kafka #kafka x reader #yandere kafka #yandere kafka x reader #silver wolf #silver wolf x reader #yandere silver wolf x reader #x reader #x gn reader #video game x reader

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susan grimshaw is a fascinating character to me because she is a character that is very much shaped by the period that she is living in and by her experiences

she lives in a time when women had minimal rights, with restrictions on voting, property ownership and education, and she is very much aware of that. it's shaped her as a person, carrying herself with a sense of practicality and strength, mindful of the challenges women would often face in the late 1800s

her experiences have installed her with a keen sense of self-preservation and resourcefulness, traits that are crucial for survival when your freedom and agency are heavily restricted by society, as well as when you're often on the run from the law

she is a formidable figure, who, despite living in a world surrounded by powerful men, is very much able to hold her own

however, while her period experiences have shaped her to be a strong figure, they also heavily influence how she treats the women in the gang

you see susan treats the woman in the gang with the approach of tough love, with emphasis on the "tough", sprinkled with a heavy amount of internalized misogyny

because while it's clear to me that she does in fact love the girls in the gang, particularly marybeth, karen and tilly. through her immediately jumping into action when she discovers that tilly was kidnapped, to those calm moments where the alcohol is consumed, the night is still and they're basking in the glow of the campfire, they spend their time singing and just talking as people do, there are instances where the love she has for them is clear

(she does have interactions with abigail and of course, molly but there aren't many, i don't think she interacts with sadie at all except when sadie first enters the gang. the only time i remember her interacting with abigail and molly is when she orders abigail to go back to sex work and when she tragically, wrongfully murders molly)

you see instead of uplifting the women to be strong and independent, which i would expect her to do, she instead upholds those traditions and gender roles that she has had experience with - believing that she women should be the homemakers and caretakers, ready to serve men whether by cooking, cleaning or with their body

she upholds the patriarchal norm that was very prevalent in the 1800s (and that still very much exists today) that women should prioritise a man's needs and desires above their own and she enforces this harshly, whether through harsh words or corporal punishment

it is so deeply ingrained within her, that if a woman deviates from this path, by not accepting traditional gender roles and for example, mary gillis, she judges and criticizes them for not doing so, shaming them for having ideas "above her station"

this makes her incredibly interesting to me because you think that an older woman who has lived in such tumultuous times and endured various hardships might challenge societal norms and empower other women, but she doesn't, she instead adheres to these traditional gender roles and instructs that other woman should do so too

i speculate this is born out of survival, that she has had experiences where she attempted to step out and often found herself facing extreme backlash and danger. finding that challenging the patriarchal norm was not only incredibly risky but ultimately futile, so she chooses to prioritize survival over resistance, even if it means sacrificing her own ideals and upholding a harmful ideology and works to ingrain this into the women, teaching them, in her own, harsh way, how to survive

in essence, susan grimshaw is the story of a woman who embodies the struggles of a woman learning to survive a world where everything was against her and instead of fighting against the norms, rather than challenging these norms, she becomes an enforcer of traditional gender roles, ensuring that other women adhere to these expectations

#i'm hella nervous about this lol #does it make sense? is it good? i hope so #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 susan grimshaw #susan grimshaw #rdr2 mary beth #mary beth #rdr2 karen jones #karen jones #rdr2 tilly jackson #tilly jackson #rdr2 mary gillis #mary gillis #strawberry speaks

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human-for-tonight · 3 days

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you once had a sister.

she was warm in a way that complimented your coolness, and she believed in justice, and she was happy in her marriage, and she loved you. and people loved her as they prospered and she brought plentiful harvests to them.

and then she changed.

you held out hope, because that is what people do on cold nights - hold out hope for the warmth that will return. but it never did. your sister’s wife was no longer able to hold onto her doubt that the people changing her would not succeed. her followers were killed and she left. and when your followers were slaughtered in your sister’s name, she did nothing to stop them. as long as enough remained that you would not die, she let them continue down their path. she never raised a hand against you or her wife - perhaps a sign some part of her former self remained deep inside. but you could not abandon your followers in the same way she could not abandon these new ones. so you had them remove every trace of her. you no longer recall if you were a goddess of sorrow before this act, or if this sorrow somehow rippled back through time, as you did the only thing you could to save her from that violent fate.

you wonder if her wife hated you for what you did, despite being the first to leave. you only truly regret it once, when her wife’s sister does the same thing to her, not to save her but to corrupt her as your sister had been corrupted. you miss your sister and her justice in those times. your sorrow is for both the sisters you have now lost.

and then you sister’s wife is returned to who she once was by a teenage cleric. and, a few weeks later, when you briefly meet your own teenage cleric, you say please. please do not abandon me and my family. be brave and i will find a way to bring you back to my side. and she is brave. and you hold onto a renewed hope that the warmth of your sister will return.

you are ruvina, goddess of winter and sorrow. and just as winter does not last forever, you hope that this sorrow too will end with summer’s return.

#i know we probably wont see much of her but ruvina i am constantly thinking about you #d20 #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fhjy #ruvina #anyway this episode has me mentally crawling around inside the dome walls #fantasy high is secretly about tragic sisters. adaine is ruvina and aelwyn is ankarna do you see my vision

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imaginedanvrs · 2 days

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i've been thinking about college student yelena being very out of touch with her emotions and freaking tf out when you kiss her for the first time

“God, how do you drink this?” You cringed as you glared at the empty shot glass. “It’s paint thinner,” you concluded as you watched Yelena throw back the vodka bottle and let the poisonous fluid hit the back of her throat without issue. It didn’t help that you were buzzed, but you made a mental note of how hot the Russian was when she did that, especially with the smug grin that followed it.

“You stick to your four percent then,” Yelena quipped. You knew she was making fun of you, but you picked up the half full bottle anyway and continued to nurse your beer.

“Gladly,” you huffed, struggling to return your attention to the party behind you. It was much quieter outside on the patio, but there was still a general hum of music that leaked outside along with other guests.

“I’m surprised you even came,” you told her honestly. You were glad she did, it was always a lot more fun when she was around.

“Someone has to be here when you get wasted, lightweight,” she said, making light of the fact that she really was there just for you.

“Just admit that you actually enjoy college parties,” you teased with a playful nudge. Yelena rolled her eyes but the trace of a smile wasn’t lost on you.

“I’m here for you,” she corrected. You hummed, letting the alcohol in your system make you hold Yelena’s gaze longer than you could normally handle.

“Why?” You pushed, refusing to break eye contact.

“I told you why.” She didn’t back down either, though the subtle smirk playing on her lips only made you bolder. You stepped closer to the blonde, unable to hear the breath she sucked in at your daring proximity.

“I don’t believe you,” you told her simply, glancing down at her lips when she licked them. The sight of her tongue darting out was too distracting for you to see sense because it made you wonder, not for the first time, if her lips were really as soft as they looked. You didn’t want to wonder any more, you wanted to find out. So you kissed her.

The moment you did, sobriety hit you full on. You pulled away, only to meet Yelena’s wide eyes with your own.

“What was that?!” She demanded. Oh shit.

“A kiss?” You offered with a wince.

“I know that! Why?” God, why did alcohol make you do such stupid things, and why did it take away your ability to speak normally.

“I don’t know! I’m sorry!”

“Why are you sorry?!”

“Because you’re mad!”

“I’m not mad!”

“Then why are you shouting?!”

“You shouted first!”

“Did I?”

Yelena paused.

“Yes…!” She told you with less certainty than before. You both faltered.

“I’m s-”

“Don’t you dare say that again.” You pressed your lips firmly together, as though that was all you could do to stop yourself saying it again.

“What do we do now?” You winced, suddenly unable to form the eye contact you had been so reluctant to break moments prior.

“You kissed me,” she huffed. Then her gaze softened and she shifted her weight to her other foot, unsure of herself. Yelena was never unsure of herself.

“I did…I’ve wanted to for a while,” you admitted because why not? You might as well run with the ball now. Thank god you did, it was only once you admitted it hadn’t been an impulsive mistake that Yelena was able to utter her own secret.

“Me too.” You stared at her for a solid moment, not quite believing what she was saying. Then she smiled and it was far too contagious for you not to do the same.

“Do you want to do it again?” You asked timidly because you really weren’t sure what else to say. Yelena chuckled and it resonated through your chest.

“You’re an idiot,” she told you, taking a hold of your bottle to place it down.

“So can I-”

“Shut up,” she mumbled, pressing her lips against yours once more and embracing the dizzying effect. She snaked her arms around your waist and you held the sides of her neck, pulling her deeper into the embrace.

#marvel #gxg marvel #yelena belova ideas #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #white widow #yelena belova headcanons #ybhcs

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Alastor has a cat AU

Forget all the romantic relationship AUs trying to make Alastor softer and more empathetic. Give him a cat that's just as messed up as he is to achieve similar results.

The cat is still cursed. It ate its owner when they died and no one checked up on the person who owned it for a bit too long. That's how it ended up in Hell. In it's afterlife the cat appears in Canibal Town. Coincidentally, the cat's new form in Hell has made its fur the same color as Alastor's hair.

Alastor kills someone on his way to meet up with Rosie and leaves the body behind as he doesn't want to make her wait on him. The cat takes advantage of that and eats it. From then on the cat decides that Alastor is its new keeper as he fed it like its previous owner had.

The cat keeps following him until it ends up at Rosie's Emporium. There it sneaks in and accidentally interrupts Alastor and Rosie's conversation. Rosie has just made a small comment on Alastor's AroAce status as a joke (which of course he doesn't get) and then the cat approaches and rubs against Alastor's chair. Rosie finds their similarities funny and says something like: "Oh, and it seems you have a little ally there, hello little one!"

And from then on the cat has followed Alastor ever since. Alastor never manages to get rid of it and Rosie decides to name it, since he wouldn't. She calls it Ally, much to Alastor's chagrin and protests.

Turns out the cat has some powers which it uses to hunt its chosen prey and Alastor finds it amusing enough to stop trying to chase it off.

Alastor actually gets attached to the cat, so when Ally is threatened, whomever did that dies or learns to regret it really fast.

For some reason Ally sees Husk more as a pigeon than another cat and tries to hunt him whenever it can. Husk thinks Ally is scarier than Alastor himself. Angel finds that funny since Ally actually likes him well enough.

Ally loves Charlie. And for some reason it loves Lucifer too. Which gets on Alastor's nerves to a ridiculous degree. But because he couldn't make Ally hate him, Alastor and Lucifer begrudgingly start to get along if only for Charlie and Ally's sake.

Vox tries to make fun of Alastor and his new companion but ends up with an arm less for it. And it wasn't Alastor that took it.

Alastor leaves Ally with Angel for a day (since he knows for a fact that Angel is capable of taking care of an animal) to do some overlord business, and Angel takes Ally to work with him when he's called in unexpectedly.

Valentino tries abusing Angel but Ally just casually rips off his wings and eats them. Angel escapes before he has to deal with the fallout.

Why is the cat so powerful? Idk maybe due to its proximity to Alastor.

Anyway, Angel may not be able to leave the contract with Valentino but now Ally always follows him to work. Valentino is now just as terrified as Husk is. Nothing with visible wings seems to be safe from Alastor's cursed cat.

Alastor gets annoyed with how his cat seems to never be around anymore and goes to see what makes it go with Angel so often. Angel ends up explaining the situation and Alastor begrudgingly decides that killing Valentino and getting his cat back would be the lesser evil, and so he does and Angel gets his soul back as a direct result of that.

Alastor wears Ally as a scarf if only to have Ally bite anyone who dares seek physical contact with him without his express permission.

Nifty still ends up killing Adam, but Ally is the one who gets a taste first. Ally brings Adam's body to Alastor like a present and Alastor finds out that angel blood might just be able to heal angel caused wounds.

(Lucifer might also help at Charlie's behest and also Ally's crazed but "adorable" (to him) eyes.)

#cursed cat alastor #cat alastor #alastor cat #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #hazbin lucifer #hazbin valentino #hazbin vox

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LOVE your work! If you could do a sequel for Kinktober 20 - Voyeurism, that'd be great! And take however long you'd need, I will wait however long is necessary. But I had an idea, and if you want to do however you want instead, that's fine. But if the reader found the cameras, Gyutaro obviously has access to do this, and Reader decided to have a little fun, because she's into voyeurism, too... All hot and bothered from wondering how long he's been watching her, she hatches a plan. She disables all but one camera, and leaves it angled so Gyutaro can't see anything but a message, on a piece of paper: I know who you are. Come by my room this Friday at 8 PM, or I'll report you. Gyutaro gets there, reader is in lingerie and has her own camera pointed towards the bed! (I feel like I said a lot and not enough...)

𝐕𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Gyutaro is still obsessed with you and still watches you on the cameras regularly. He got lucky not getting caught for so long, but his luck has finally run out. You've found the cameras and he has no choice but to confront you. What he thinks will be the most embarrassing moment of his life will become a blessing in disguise. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, college au, voyeurism, Gyutaro is an incel and a pervert, vaginal sex, creampie ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2.5k words. I have been so excited to write this, you have no idea. That kinktober entry was one of my favorites so I'm so happy you requested a sequel! ✧:･ﾟ→ Part one

The semester is finally coming to a close. It's bittersweet because Gyutaro will be relieved when finals are finally over and he can have a break, but he won't be able to see you in class anymore once they've ended. The only thing keeping him going is the secret glimpses into your private life that he has access to. The cameras.

Of course he never got rid of them, why would he? They've been up all semester and he's gotten away with it. Watching you through the cameras has become the highlight of his day and he doesn't plan to stop anytime soon.

All week he's been studying hard for finals, so much so that he hasn't had the time to watch you lately. Usually, he doesn't care too much about grades but he's slacked off so much this year that he has no choice but to do well on his exams.

So, reluctantly, he's temporarily given up his favorite pastime.

Today has been particularly rough though. Having studied all damn day and night, Gyutaro is in dire need of some stress relief. And of course, the first thing that comes to mind is the cameras.

"I guess I could spare some time," he mumbles to himself as he shoves his books to the side and pulls his laptop onto his desk.

A devilish smirk across his face as he closes out his tabs and opens the live recording application. So excited that his fingers are shaking as he double-clicks the icon.

But what welcomes him isn't the sight of you studying at your desk like he had expected. It's something quite different that makes his stomach turn.

𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒. 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝐹𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓉 𝟪 𝒫𝑀 𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒.

"Fuck..." he curses under his breath, his heart beating wildly as he realizes the situation he got himself into.

Of course this happened, he was too careless. He should have known that he couldn't get away with spying on you for so long. But how did you find the cameras? And how did you figure out that he was the one who put them there?

"Goddammit, I'm screwed," he whimpers, eyes watering from a combination of guilt and frustration.

He knows he has no other choice but to confront you on Friday. Getting expelled or worse, possible criminal charges is not something that he is willing to risk.

The anxiety, stress, and guilt weigh down on him all night and he finds himself not able to fall asleep. It gets so bad that he even vomits a few times.

Tomorrow is Friday so he doesn't have to wait long to find out his fate. However, he's not sure if he should be happy to get it over with or dreading the fact that it's so soon. Either way, it will be unavoidable.

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Gyutaro stands in front of your door, palms sweating as the sound of his heart pounds in his ears. Thankfully for him, his sister wasn't home so he just let himself in.

Taking a deep breath, preparing himself mentally, he hesitantly knocks on your bedroom door. It's funny how he suddenly respects your privacy yet he's been violating it for months.

"Come in," you shout from inside, far too casually for the situation. You do know it's him, don't you?

For a moment Gyutaro contemplates turning around and running out of there to avoid the inevitable embarrassment of facing you. The girl he's had a crush on for the past two years who must surely hate his guts by now. He can't live with himself knowing that you must hate him. But a small glimmer of hope and delusion within him causes his body to move on its own and open the door.

Sitting on the edge of your bed with one leg crossed over the other, you look up at him strangely with no trace of anger or hatred.

"You actually came," you say with a soft smile, standing up to face him properly.

His Adam's apple bobs as he gulps audibly, he already feels himself panicking. He knows he's the one in the wrong so he has no one to blame but himself. But seeing you in person, up close in the same room where he had watched you touch yourself numerous times, he feels overcome by emotion. All he wants is your forgiveness, and he becomes helpless before you.

You watch as this once intimidating man crumbles. The expression on his face reeks of guilt and remorse, "I-I'm so sorry Y/N..." he rasps, voice sounding more hoarse than usual. "I fucked up so bad... I kn-know there ain't nothin' I can say to fix it... but I just don't want you to hate me," he croaks, "please..."

The display can only be described as pathetic, and to say you're shocked by his actions would be an understatement. Gyutaro has always been the type of guy to do what he wants without much regard for others, especially when it came to their opinions. And to be completely honest, you half expected him to walk in here and give you a half-assed apology. But seeing him turn soft like this lights a fire within you.

Without a word, you step closer to him and begin unbuttoning your top — revealing lacy black lingerie underneath.

Gyutaro's eyes widen and he shakes his head as if trying to wake up from a dream. When that doesn't work, he squeezes his eyes shut and then opens them again to ensure he sees what he thinks he's seeing. Could this possibly be real life?

By now you've finished fully unbuttoning your top, revealing your breasts to his gaze. This is the first time he hasn't seen them through a computer screen.

"What... what're you doing?" He gasps, the sight quite literally taking his breath away.

"I'm not mad at you if that was what you were thinking," you whisper seductively, looking up at him through your lashes.

Face completely red, he struggles to keep eye contact with you as his gaze keeps drifting down towards your chest.

"B-but... why?" He pants.

"Because," you press your body against him, pushing him against the door, "maybe it turned me on." Moving your hand down his body until you reach the bulge straining the front of his jeans. Gyutaro gasps, his cock twitching in response to your touch.

He's far too flustered to speak so you continue, "At first I was mad, but then I thought about everything you must have watched me do without my knowledge. And everything you must have done too," you lean closer, softly kissing his neck, "You jerk off to me, don't you?"

Gyutaro hesitantly nods, so flustered by your bold actions that he can barely manage to speak, "A-All the time..."

Pleased by his answer, you smirk in satisfaction — slowly undoing his pants and pulling out his cock, "How naughty of you. I wonder why you'd do such a thing," you playfully tease him as you begin stroking his length.

He moans softly and bites his lip, the feeling of your warm, soft hands wrapped around him makes him feel like he's in heaven. "I a-always liked you," he pants, "Ngh- I love watching you undress... ah, a-and when you touch yourself," he admits shamefully.

"Would you like to do it yourself?"

"Wh-what...?"

You giggle and slip his phone out of his pocket, walking over to your desk as you continue, "Would you like to touch me? Don't be silly, I know you want to."

Panting heavily, Gyutaro follows you like a lost puppy. Sickeningly addicted to your affection. "I would... please."

He impatiently watches as you open his phone camera and set it up on your desk, pointing directly to your bed and hitting the record button.

"There we go, so you'll have something special to watch later," you giggle to yourself then turn around to face him again.

Gyutaro stands tall before you, looming above you and looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. This intimidating man seemingly helpless to you. His aching cock a clear indicator as it stands tall, leaking clear sticky liquid as it begs for your attention. He thinks this surely must be the hardest he's ever been in his entire life because only a few seconds without your touch has caused him physical pain.

Poor thing, you kind of feel bad for him honestly. It's obvious just how much he wants this, wants you. It'd be cruel to make him wait any longer so you push him onto your bed and hastily slip out of your pants and fully remove your top. He follows suit and removes the rest of his clothing. The shame and embarrassment of his unusual body suddenly washed away by lust.

Left in nothing but your lingerie, you climb on top of Gyutaro to sit on his lap. This is everything he's dreamed about, and you're offering it to him on a silver platter. And he can't help but take what he wants.

He forcefully grabs your hips and pulls you closer, eagerly crashing his lips against yours in the process. Your lips are pillowy soft against his and taste faintly like your fruit-flavored lip balm. The taste of your lips alone threatens to make him spill between your thighs.

Your entire body heats up as you feel him slide his tongue past your lips. Obviously kissing you blindly with no experience, but you don't care. The passion behind his actions is enough to make your slick soak through your lace panties.

Gyutaro's hands move down to your butt, gripping you tightly and pushing you down against his throbbing member. He can't help but buck his hips up into your heat, seeking the warmth and wetness between your legs.

"Please, Y/N," he pants as he breaks away from the kiss, "I want you so bad... I-I've wanted you for so long."

You whimper as he breaks the kiss, "Then you can have me..."

Positioning him at your entrance, you move your panties to the side and lower down onto him. Sliding his thick cock into your tight hole, an exasperated moan leaves his lips.

Squeezing your eyes tightly, you whimper as you try to adjust to his size. The pleasure quickly overcoming him, he claws red marks into your skin as he tries to stop himself from fucking you silly like he does to his fleshlight.

Leaning his head back, he groans, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to steady his breathing and calm down. He's just so damn excited, still unable to believe that this moment is actually real.

Once you feel more accustomed to his large size you begin slowly bouncing on top of him, leaning forward and placing your hands on his shoulders for support.

With each movement of your hips, his moans intensify and it's obvious how hard he's trying not to completely fall apart right now. He always imagined how pretty you'd look beneath him, but honestly the view of having you on top of him is better than anything he's ever imagined. Your gorgeous face contorting as you use his body to pleasure yourself, not so differently from how he watched you for his own pleasure. Your angelic breasts bouncing with each movement of your hips. And not to mention the view he gets when he looks down at where you two are connected — your perfect pussy taking his cock over and over again, your shared liquids sticking to your thighs and his scrawny hips.

"F-feels so good," he gasps between moans, "So tight, so warm..." This is infinitely better than his fleshlight, so much so that he doesn't think he'll ever be able to go back. Now that he's had a taste of you he's going to be craving this pussy for eternity.

"Ah, you like it?" you moan, "Could've had it sooner if you told me how much you liked me, you pervert."

You can feel his cock twitch inside of you as you call him a pervert. he bites his lip and whimpers, "I-I'm sorry..."

"Such a creep, Gyu," you lean forward, pressing your body against his and picking up the pace, "Hiding cameras in my room so you can watch me while you jerk off. Such a bad boy~" You smirk, narrowing your eyes at him, enjoying how flustered he becomes as you call him out. It's obvious that he enjoys it by the way his blush deepens and he throbs inside of you, so ready and eager to fill you up.

"I'll m-make it up to you," he groans, tightening his grasp on your hips and thrusting up into you fervently — shoving his cock as deep inside of you as humanly possible, "gonna make you cum."

His phone gets the perfect view of him plunging into you, the wet slapping of skin and your combined moans captured perfectly on audio.

"Fuck, Gyutaro," you hold onto him tightly as he fucks you senseless, ramming into that sensitive spot deep within you, the spot that you could never properly reach with your fingers.

And that all too familiar tightness forms in your stomach, your walls begin to clench around him, and tears spill from your eyes. "G-Gyutaro! I'm-I'm-!!" You gasp and howl at the top of your lungs, trying to speak but your orgasm cuts you off halfway through your sentence. Hitting you harder than it ever has before, your entire body is left shaking as your slick pools in the dips of his hips. Gummy walls spasming around him, begging him to spill inside of you.

He tries his best to control himself but at this point, it's beyond his control and your pussy milks him before he can do anything about it. And he's left spilling inside of you. Feeling each spurt of his hot seed splashing against your cervix, it only intensifies the tremors of your orgasm. Gyutaro's chest heaves and he quite literally wails as he fills you up, holding your hips down so tightly that surely you'll wake up with hand-shaped bruises in the morning.

Post-orgasmic bliss washes over the two of you simultaneously, rendering you unresponsive for a few minutes as you lay your head on his chest. Even the feeling of his semen seeping out of you, rolling down your thighs, and pooling on the bed sheets isn't enough to snap you out of it.

Gyutaro holds you close to him, panting as his sweat sticks his unruly hair to his forehead. But he doesn't care about the disheveled mess he's become; on cloud nine because he got to cum inside of his crush. Adrenaline still coursing through him, keeping him still erect inside of you.

After a few minutes, you open your eyes and begin to lazily trace your fingers along the edge of the birthmark on his bicep. "You'll send me that video, won't you?" You whisper.

"Y-yeah," he sighs in content, "sure thing." He gently slides out of you and moves you to the side, laying you down on the bed. You watch as he gets up to retrieve his phone. He stops the recording and immediately sends it over to you.

"Come here," you pat the spot beside you, "let's make another one from a different angle."

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyuutarou #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gyuutarou x reader #gyutaro smut #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny smut #demon slayer smut #𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 ʚ♡ɞ

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mydearlybeloathed · 2 days

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𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: nami thinks theres so much of you wrapped up in all of her, that not even distance or time could change the way she feels.

or in which three little bits of you now make up the patches of nami's person

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nami x f!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, reader once had long hair

Hair.

Nami watched you braid your long, long hair, seated on the bed behind you with her legs crossed, hands in her lap. Her head tilted to the side to catch a glimpse of your face in your mirror, her hair brushing against her chin in the process.

How did you deal with it being so long? Nami could never, she thought, with the life she lived. Working for Arlong meant she had to be quick, agile, and always ready to attack. Hair down to her hips, as pretty as it was, would only hinder her survival.

"You're staring," you hummed softly, Cheshire grin catching her off-guard. Nami blinked quickly, blushing from her nose to her neck as she chuckled, averting her gaze.

"Was not."

She shifted as you tied off the braid and moved to sit next to her, taking her cold hand in your ever-warm one. "Sure."

Your thumb rubbed loop-de-loops on the back of her hand, and she swore she could sit like that forever. But the sun was rising, and Arlong was waiting. Your eyes found the window as the first few rays of sunlight bled into the room.

"Do you have to go back now?" The question left a gaping wound on Nami's heart, because you both knew the answer.

Still, she gripped your hand back with more gentleness than she thought she was able. Nami smiled, half heart, half hopeless. "Not just yet. He can wait."

The feel of your chest at her back as you laid down with her a few moments longer was worth any consequence Arlong subjected her to.

Nicknames.

Nami trudged into your home just as the clouds turned gray and rain started to pour down from the heavens. The storm reflected her own sour mood, her every sigh echoed by the thunder.

You stood at the counter boiling tea, gaze lifting to greet her. "Hey, Sweetness."

She sat at your table and propped her chin on her hand. "Hey, yourself."

"You don't look too hot," you lamented, lips pursed as you poured two cups and brought them over, going back for a jar of honey a moment later.

Only when you were sat across from her did she dollop a bit of sweetness into her tea, warming her hands on the cup. "Had a long day."

"Tell me about it."

"I won't busy your pretty head."

"But I'm asking you to."

Nami didn't know why you called her sweetness. In a world so bleak, you were the only sweet thing Nami knew. How she managed that, Nami didn't know, and she didn't bother trying to find out.

So she told you about her day, and you hung on every word, joking here and there, calling her sweetness and filling her heart with honeyed words and warm touches.

Tarts.

If Nami had to look at one more tangerine, she might just explode. They were everywhere, planted all around her childhood home, leaving no room for escape.

All they did was remind her of Bellemere, and she tried not to think about her mother too often. It only made her sad, and she didn't have time for that.

So Nami went where she always went when sad; she went to find you.

Unfortunately, you quite liked the tangerines from Bellemere's orchard, and a basket of them sat on your kitchen table when Nami stepped over the threshold.

She glared at the fruit. "I'm sick of tangerines."

You stood from where you were kneeling to place a pan of tangerine tarts in the oven, a mirthful grin on your lips as you slipped off the oven mitts. "So you won't be eating any tarts, I assume?"

Nami didn't answer, not even when the sweet scent of baking crust filled her nose. You giggled and went to rub your warm hand over her shoulders. "More for me then."

She cast the basket a swift glance and dropped her head to your shoulder. "I guess I'll have one or two."

You ran your fingertips over her back till Nami thought she might just fall asleep in your arms. You led her to a chair and moved to sit flush at her side. "I made extra, so you can take them with you."

Nami took a sack full of tarts in the morning, one stuffed in her mouth as you swiped away the crumbs on her chin. Nami liked tangerines more than she let on, partly because they reminded her of her mother, no matter how sad it made her.

Mostly, though, because you liked making Nami tarts. And who was Nami to deny free deserts?

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Looking out over the sea, Nami's hair brushed her bare hips, the sun warming the skin she had exposed. She tucked some of it behind her ears, briefly reminded of a girl who used to do such elaborate braids in minutes.

Perhaps Nami should try to plait her own hair, now that it was long enough to do so.

A brief pitter patter across the deck and Chopper stood beside her, going on his tip toes to gaze upon the waves as well. He barley reached the top of the railing, though, and Nami smiled as turned to face Usopp, who was across the deck. "Hey! Bring me that stool!"

Grumbling, Usopp slowly did as he was told, handing Nami the stool with a roll of his eyes, muttering something about princesses, and went back to his task.

Nami set the stool in front of the railing, smiling as how Chopper's ears flicked curiously. "Here, Sweetness. So you can see."

He gave an awkward little smile, hopping up to stand on the perch beside her. “Thanks, Nami.”

She scratched the fur between his ears, revealed with his hat busy being cleaned by Robin. Nami had just got comfortable leaning against the ship’s railing when Sanji surfaced from the belly of the ship, charismatic grin slid across his face as he zeroed in on her.

“Dearest,” he sang, sauntering over with a plate on his arm. “As requested, tangerine tarts.”

She spun around quickly, face illuminated as she rushed to take one, wasting no time in taking a bite. Through a mouthful she managed a grin. “Thank you. Will you save a few for later?”

Though his brows met, he nodded instantly. “Always, but why?”

Nami turned to gaze back at the sea, where a tiny speck of land appeared far in the distance. “For when we get there.”

Sanji followed her gaze with a fond sort of look, and he swore he’d do anything to make sure she looked that happy for the rest of her days. Even if he wasn’t the reason for such happiness. “I’ll make fresh ones once we reach the island, darling. Have as many as you’d like now.”

She only pursed her lips for a moment before taking another tart and shooting him a thankful smile, returning to the railing as a soft breeze blew in from the sea. With every moment passed that island grew closer and closer, and Nami’s heart to greater and greater heights.

Someone called her name from the hatch to the underdeck, and she swiveled to find Robin holding up a little transponder snail. Her gaze held that air of teasing that told Nami exactly who was on the other end. “It’s for you.”

She shoved off the railing, passing Chopper her uneaten tart, and swept toward the older woman with a skip in her step. Never had the crew seen Nami so… elated before. It left all of them on edge, eager to reach their destination and finally meet the cause.

Little snail in hand, Nami headed for the afterdeck, taking a seat against the planter box of the center tangerine tree, taking comfort in its shade. She took a claming breath before she put the earpiece in and waited.

Nami once heard that everyone is just a culmination of the people they’ve known and loved. If that were the case, she was a product of the love you selflessly shoved her way. She wondered if you had been standing at the shore, impatiently watching for their ship.

She sighed a little too loud, her own impatience getting to her, and there was a shuffle on the other end of the line.

“Sweetness?”

The brightest smile split onto her face. “I’m here.”

You relaxed at the sound of her voice, shoulders slumping, feet digging into the sand as the water lapped up to meet you. Talk of about nothing passed between you, rabbit-trail stories about nonsense slipping easily from your mouth, until you stopped and shifted on the sand.

“Did you think about what I asked, when you left?”

Nami’s cheeks burned suddenly, her tongue passing over her bottom lip. “I did.”

When she said nothing more, you could only murmur back, “Okay.”

She could feel your mixed confusion and disappointment through the transponder, but she really didn’t know how to answer.

Vivid as the day it happened, Nami recalled how you’d asked a very special question right before she sailed off to be a pirate, leaving you in Coco Village. You had your own adventure, setting off the next day to track down the fishman who killed your parents. Your paths diverged that day, but now, the One Piece was found, a new Pirate King reigned, and a fishman lay dead at the bottom of the sea—your lives were crossing once more, at very long last.

But there was a question lingering, one Nami had a clear answer to. An answer she’d known since the very day you’d asked. She slipped the ring out of her pocket, admiring how the golden band glimmered in the sun.

“Okay,” she sighed, opting to change the subject there, heart hammering in her chest as she begged the ship to travel just a bit faster. The sooner she saw you, the sooner she could return the question, and finally have the life you both deserved.

And then luffy officiated the marriage (with sanji’s guidance; there were so many rabbit-trails) and they lived happily ever after on the sea. The end :)

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