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New Year, New beginnings // Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader // MODERN AU.

Summary: An invitation from your ex to a formal party at his house was a surprise, what you didn't expect was how things would escalate so quickly.

WARNINGS: minors do not interact. afab!reader, unprotected p in v sex, exes to lovers, oral m receiving, throat-fucking, rough sex(?), Aemond being desperate, masturbation, tiddy sucking, cumming inside, new years sex, making up, teasing, + not proofread, please lmk if I missed any!

WC: 2k

A/N: first fic of 2024! happy (late) new year everyone! wishing you a good year ahead!! <333 // divider creds: @cafekitsune

You and Aemond have broken up a few months ago, it was a decision you both had to make in order to continue on with your life, it was not toxic, just a mutual parting between two lovers on a common ground where they both understood each other.

But why do you still long for him? Frankly, you did not remember why you both had broken up because you had realised it was probably not that important, yet now, you know you cannot go back because both of you are in the process of moving on.

The invitation to a New years party from the targaryen was a surprise, it was a formal party where the rich gathered so why were you invited? Not to mention the invitation was from Aemond himself.

You had pondered on whether to attend or not, but it has been a few months since you last saw Aemond, it would be a nice change of pace to see him again, but you had to prepare yourself.

And there you were, standing in the middle of the party trying to look for Aemond which turns out to be a bad idea when you spot him with another woman, who had her hand on his arm, talking pretty closely. You felt a pang through your chest at that sight but you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

Aemond seemed to have spotted you now, he seemed to be taken back by surprise before he ditched that woman next to him and rushed over to you, he seemed breathless when he began speaking. “I didn't expect you to turn up.” He told you, catching his breath.

“Well I had to come, I missed seeing you, Aemond.” You tell him honestly and smile up at him which makes him smile too, “You look so beautiful today.” He compliments you, his habit of taking your hand in his when he compliments bursts right through making him do it, his finger grazes over your empty ring finger, likely in thought that before you broke up, you had planned getting engaged.

The air is filled with tension when his eye doesn't leave the spot, and his grip slightly tightens on your hands, he gives them a light squeeze before letting go of them, and you clear your throat.

“You look quite handsome yourself, Aemond.” You tell him genuinely and he blushes slightly, looking down before looking back at you, “Thank you.” He replies and you grin at him.

“I was shocked to see the invitation you know, I thought I was getting put on trial when I saw the targtower stamp.” you joked which made him chuckle. “My apologies, but don't be surprised if you are put on trial because it is quite illegal to look extremely beautiful and desiring.” He replies back and you hit his arm playfully, “That's so cheesy Aemond! Did Aegon teach you this?” You ask, rolling your eyes at the way that stupid line caused you to blush, and Aemond nods, “Of course, only Aegon is capable of teaching a line that is highly cringe- though it made me feel warm inside when it was you who said it.” You tell him shyly and he smirks.

“Did it? Guess I still have it in me hm..” The way his voice became an octave lower and his hum made the air between you fill up with sexual tension. “I still feel the same about you.” You blurt out and he stares at you.

That's when your eyes widen in realisation at what you said and before you can backtrack, he grabs you by your arms and pulls you closer, adjusting himself to whisper in your ear, “To be quite honest, I feel the same.” His hot breath fans in your ear and you gasp, feeling it slightly tickle the side of your neck. He moves back with a smirk on your face and you stare at him dumbfoundedly, Aemond doesn't hesitate to grab you by your arm and take you away from the party, everyone minding their own business to even notice the absence of the second son, this allowed him to slip away with him unnoticed.

Well, until you caught the prying eyes of Aegon, who gave you a wink which made you blush in embarrassment and look away.

You knew Aemond was taking you, to his bedroom, which was located on the side of the entire mansion, his footsteps were hurried, he was practically trying to run for it. His patience keeps wearing thin as he is nearby his room, and the moment he enters it, he quickly shuts the door behind you and pins you to it.

“Can I?” His voice breaks as he tries to restrain himself from touching you in a way that makes you uncomfortable, you nod at him, indicating that you want this just as he does and he doesn't waste any time as his lips are already pressed against yours.

It started off slow at first, his hands holding your waist as he keeps you pinned to the door, the kiss turning more and more desperate as each moment passes on, you place your hand on his shoulder before sliding it up to his hair, you push yourself against him, deepening the kiss as your grip on his hair, he groans into the kiss which allows you to push your tongue into his mouth and further intensifying the kiss.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “I missed you.” He tells you and you smile at him, “I missed you too.” You are pulled into another passionate kiss before Aemond pulls you off the wall and throws you on the bed.

You watch as he unbuttons his suit and shit, leaving him in his pants, he pulls you to edge of the bed by your leg and you look up at him with wide eyes, he doesn't need to tell you anything, but the look in his eye, you understand what he wanted and you immediately begin to unbuckle his pants and pull them down.

You gently hold his cock before pumping it up and down, making it rise to full hardness, you always loved how pretty his dick looked, you stared into his eyes and licked the tip teasingly, making him gasp, you teased him more, swirling your tongue around his tip and sucking on it from time to time, your other hand moved to play with his balls, and you give them a squeeze.

“Fuckk, stop fucking teasing.” He groans, and you disobey his command, liking the reactions you're getting out of him, you continue to tease. Soon Aemond has had enough and grips your hair tightly and pushes you down causing you to take his entire cock into your mouth, leading you to gag on it.

He holds the sides of your head stable and begins fucking your mouth with no mercy, your hands rest on his hips, gripping them tightly as he abuses your mouth and throat, “Look at you, taking me so well, good girl.” He praises you which causes you to rub your thighs together, trying to ease the tension forming there.

His thrusts become sloppy, his hand quickly makes work of your dress, pulling it down to reveal your tits before he pulls you off his cock and pushes you onto the bed, he climbs atop you and pumps himself with his hand before he finishes with a loud groan on your chest, his cum pooling on your breasts and collarbone.

He watches the way you press your thighs together in arousal, squirming while trying to ease the itch in between them, he smirks before he parts your legs forcefully, causing your face to heat up in embarrassment at how wet you had become, soaking your panties. “Fuck you're so wet, all this for me hm?” His hum makes it worse.

“Touch yourself.” He commands you and you stare at him confused, “Did you not hear me? Touch. yourself.” His voice becomes stern and you immediately obey, pulling off your underwear along with your dress, leaving yourself fully naked, and spreading your legs wide, giving him the entire view. You press your fingers on your clit before rubbing slow circles onto it, he watches you with an intense gaze that makes you quiver beneath him. Aemond seemed as though he had two different personalities, he was extremely caring and sweet in your relationship but he had a rough side when it came to sex, and you loved and missed it so much.

You couldn't just find pleasure through your clit anymore and opted to push your finger inside your cunt, you gasped at the delicious stretch, almost forgetting that Aemond was there, he still hasn't moved from his spot nor did he stop staring at you, but his breathing did become heavier.

One finger wasn't enough, so you added another one and tried setting a pace that would be pleasurable, but knowing how Aemond's cock was only few inches away and the thought of having it in you made your pleasure feel as nothing, so you became desperate, gripping the bed sheet and bucking your hips up to meet your own pace.

Suddenly a hand pushes your hips down and another grips your wrist and makes you pull out of yourself, “Enough.” He gasps and you notice how his own hand was shaking while it was gripping your wrist, he brings it to his mouth before licking your fingers clean and then dropping it. You noticed how unbearably hard he had become and he was shaking from how hard he was holding himself back.

You spread your legs wider, “Fuck me, Aemond.”

Those words were enough to make him go feral, he grabs your hips roughly and positions himself, his tip prodding at your entrance, and before you know it, he shoves him inside you, the stretch causing you to cling on his shoulders and throw your head back.

He begins to move, thrusting in and out of you, his thrusts held an odd feeling of desperation, the way he grunted above you as his hair curtained your face, him biting his inner up with his eyes closed as he felt your walls gripping onto him, everything was so delicious, and soon you were lost in the pleasure yourself.

He knew all your weak spots, perfectly hitting the sweet point each and every time, drawing your orgasm near and near, you were so lost in the pleasure to barely hear the countdown everyone began chanting as the new year drew closer, just as your orgasm did.

Three

His lips descended on your breasts and began to suckle on your nipple, simultaneously cleaning up his spend which gathered there, while his thrusts became sloppy.

Two

The combined pleasure drew your orgasm near and near, and his hand immediately went down to your clit, rubbing fast circles onto it.

One

Your orgasm drew closer and closer and before you knew it, it hit you extremely hard.

Happy new year!

You came with a cry, and so did Aemond, the crowds loud cheering and the fireworks being sent off into the sky was tuned out by the ringing in your ear because of your pleasure being ripped through you.

Aemond groaned as he finished himself deep inside of you, and proceeded to ride his orgasm out, he kissed you one final time before plopping down next to you and began to catch his breath.

“Happy new year.” He tells you and you smile, wishing him back, “Happy new year, Aemond.”

“Will you be mine again? I promise this time we'll work everything out.” He asks and you chuckle, “Yes Aem, I wanted to ask you that too.” You tell him unashamedly and he gazes lovingly at you before kissing you.

“I love you so much, Y/N, I am so thankful for you.” He says softly, making you feel all warm inside.

“I love you too Aem, you mean so much to me.” You reply, and press a kiss to his forehead.

— ! ݈݇- thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated greatly ♡

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sukirichi · 2 years

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𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍’𝐈𝐍

— in which naoya zen’in feels an unfamiliar emotion when someone else looks at his wife and has to deal with it through other methods.

cw. smut, minors dni. dilf! naoya. possessive! naoya. breeding kink. face fucking. orgasm denial. pussy eating. rough sex. creampie. aftercare and fluff in the end bcos we love dilf! naoya

note. thank you for @starryshinigami45 for commissioning me! i enjoyed writing the fic a lot and this fueled my naoya brainrot again <33

It’s not always that your husband, Naoya Zen’in, can personally attend his son’s annual parent-teacher meeting. As the clan leader and a special grade one sorcerer, he has other, more pressing matters to attend on. His son understands this, and you never complained. Not once have you questioned his absence either in the knowledge Naoya rarely got any proper rest with how demanding his duty as a sorcerer is, but today would be different.

Your son, Naori, is already six and in first grade. Six years of his lovely son being here in this world and this would be his first parent-teacher meeting. And as the head representative of the mighty Zen’in Clan, Naoya showed up dressed to the nines in a custom-tailored suit, genuine Italian Ferragamo leather shoes, and dark shades resting atop his nose. He is every bit the image of a man who had it all in the palm of his hands. The man who fathers wished to be in their prime, the man that wives shamelessly stared at as he brushed his hair back—you could tell pride swelled his magnanimous ego.

After all, he was no stranger to his beauty.

Pampered at such a young age and trained diligently to whatever ‘perfection’ meant as an image to the Zen’in Clan, Naoya exudes elegance with every step. He emits jealousy from everybody he walks past—unsuspecting that he, too, would be subjected to such a vile, green emotion he wishes he would never experience. At a meeting, no less.

As soon as the parent-teacher meeting finished, the kids scrambled everywhere to play. Chaos would have erupted into the room if their watchful parents weren’t surveying their other move. Thankfully, Naori has always been behaved and was content quietly playing with his cars while he rested against his father’s leg, leaving you to discuss to Mr. Sato about Nari’s condition in school.

You would have loved to watch the cute father and son duo more if the teacher hadn’t hovered in front of you already.

“Your son is doing extremely well in school. He’s such a bright, young boy,” Mr. Sato compliments, clearly basking in the attention you direct towards him.

Mr. Sato... for simpler terms, never bothers to hide how he fancies you. Ever since the first day when you took Naori to school and he laid eyes on you, a day wouldn’t pass where he didn’t strike a conversation with you. And you, deferential as ever, have no valid reason to ignore him when he always makes your son the topic before it revolves back to you—and the constant curiosity on where your infamous husband is.

Although Naoya knew better you looked at no one else but him, and you were simply ridiculously polite to a fault, you could hear him scoff from the background.

Your husband’s hot stare burned holes at the back of your head.

“Oh, thank you. I’m glad to hear my son is doing well.”

“Well, I can see where his brilliance comes from. He has such a beautiful and attentive mother supporting him,” the man’s eyes darken in approval, tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “It’s always nice seeing you here, Mrs. Zen’in.”

“Mr. Zen’in is here, too,” a smooth, velvety voice cuts through the air. Naoya’s agile movements cut through the air until your husband stands next to you, his strong cologne washing over your senses like a comforting blanket despite his menacing stare. The man, who he soon learns is his son’s homeroom teacher, wears the look of horror. His gaze zeroes in the possessive hand resting at the small of your back. You’re unbothered by this, simply leaning into your husband’s familiar warmth that your scent nearly calms him down. Just by a little bit. He’ll try to act more civil for yours and your son’s sake. “Sato-sensei, was it?”

“Y-Yes, sir. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I...I didn’t think you’d ever come, you were always missing out on your son’s special events.”

“Naoya, this is Naori’s homeroom teacher. He’s been wanting to meet you for a while now.”

A handsome smile tugs his lips into a more genuine one at the sound of your voice. Sending you a soft glance, Naoya’s arm snakes around your waist and squeezes there. A blatant show of reminding this teacher that you were Naoya’s wife—not anyone else’s woman.

“I see. Now that I’ve met you, Sato-sensei, I’ll be switching my son to a different class. I don’t want him under the supervision of a man who doesn’t know that married women are not available for his taking. How unprofessional,” he snickers, tipping his head in the direction of the door before calling out for his son. “Let us go.”

Quickly saying goodbye to his friends, little Naori bounces up to his father’s leg and asks to be carried. Normally, Naoya wouldn’t have carried him. He thinks Naori should be a big boy by now, but deep down, he feels uneasy at the thought his son was growing up too fast and immediately bundled the boy in his arms.

“Daddy, is it true? Are you moving Naori to a different class?”

Brushing his son’s hair back, he nods. “Yes. Daddy wants the best teacher for you, and Sato-sensei isn’t good enough. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure you’ll make friends easily at your new class.”

“But Daddy...” pouting, Naori’s cheek rests on Naoya’s chest as he fights back tears. “I’m already happy with my classmates. ‘Don’t wanna go.”

Before he could open his mouth to speak, a gentle hand caressed his arm. You sit next to him and flutter your eyelashes prettily—perfectly aware that Naoya is much weaker than he let on. Sure, he thinks of himself highly, but he is too madly in love with you far more than he believes he was capable of. Sometimes he even thinks you must have put a curse on him for him to be this weak for a woman’s pleading gaze (his words, not yours.)

You just need to work your charm.

“Naoya, darling, can we at least talk about this? You can’t move Naori from a different class just like that. You have to consider his feelings, too. You know our son has a hard time adjusting to different environments and it’s already the middle of the school year.”

However, no matter how putty he is—no matter how much he was at the absolute mercy of your hands—he will never show you that. He is Naoya Zen’in. Strong, dominant, and a powerful man who doesn’t bow to anyone. The most he could do is hear you out to keep his facade, when in reality, Naoya is rather compliant to your requests. Even more so with Naori’s pleas, but the little boy never asks for much.

“Are you trying to change my mind so you can keep visiting that teacher?”

“What?” you frown, wondering what made him come to that conclusion when your shoulders sag at the realization. Your husband is jealous. It should’ve been obvious, but to be accused of such has you crossing your arms against your chest. “Is this what this is about?”

Naoya gives you a firm look. “We’ll talk later when we get home.”

The slight arch of his brow tells you otherwise. Not much words are spoken when you arrive home, little Naori swept away by the nannies upon seeing the sour expression on Naoya’s face, the deep scowl on his lips—lips that were now latched at the column of your neck as he rudely shoves you against a wall. His hand acts as cushion so you wouldn’t be hurt, and your breaths come out laboured. Whines of his name as you tug at his hair echo in the deadly silent Zen’in Estate who left you both at their own devices.

“You’re being such a brat, you know that?”

“Whatever do you mean by that?” you tease, only to have your smirk ripped away when Naoya unclasps your bra with one hand. Dress now ripped and the remains shoved under your tits. Tipping your head back, you let your husband ravage you as he pleases—smooth hands tweaking your erect nipples until you keen, his hot tongue dancing with yours in a fast, intense rhythm you knew he likes. His erection grazing at your thigh was proof of this.

You pull away from him as you breathe hard. “N-Not here, love, in the bedroom. People could see—”

Your words fall into deaf ears. “Let them see. Let them know you’re mine.”

“I already am yours—” Naoya presses a palm against your mouth. His eyes warned you to be quiet, meaning you were only allowed to moan, beg, call out for his name—anything else and you would be severely punished. Whether that means being on your knees until your jaw aches or your merciless husband pleasuring you into overstimulation, you’ve learned your lesson enough to know keeping these pretty lips shut was the best decision.

“See?” he smirks, “Not so hard to just stand there and be good, little slut, right?”

You nod, never once breaking eye contact as he pushes a finger in your mouth. Tongue greedily lapping at another digit. Eyes rolling at the back of your head as the remnants of your houndstooth Balmain dress are shredded. It’s a beautiful dress, too—one of your favourites—but you couldn’t care about the price when Naoya was leaving kisses everywhere. From your jaw, to your collar, the sides of your breasts, and your hips. His hands followed not long afterwards, squeezing the flesh of your ass when you felt teeth graze at your skin.

“I should mark you up,” he whispers breathily, slowly dropping down to his knees. His breath begins to hover at your pussy covered in lace. “Then I’ll make you strut around everywhere with these hickeys in sight—that should tell people you’re mine, yeah?”

“N-Naoya, don’t, please, we have dinner with your family too—”

He pushes a prodding finger against your walls, warm lips sucking on your pelvic bone. “Shh,” your husband coos like he isn’t knuckle deep into you right now. Your hands clutch at his hair being the only leverage you have for standing upright, legs shaking and a fist balled against your lips to keep the lewd sounds in. Heavens forbid anybody walk in on you right now.

“Just let me make you feel good, love. I’d fill you up so nice and get you pregnant again, hm? How’s that sound? You’d make a happy daddy of two, beautiful children.”

You could barely think straight.

Your legs spread apart by themselves as your knees grow weaker by each minute. Meanwhile, your husband stares at you innocently from below—grinning the lower his lips travels and tongue peeking out to experimentally lick at your clit. One flick of his tongue, and you’re done for.

Adding another finger, Naoya curls them in and out of you. His fingers are longer and thicker than yours that he reaches places in you that only he could find. He’s memorized your body enough to know which spot to press harder on, which pace you like—which is always hard and fast before he scissors you in a sensual manner. When your chest falls forward and droplets of sweat fall on his hand, Naoya pumps in faster out of you. The pornographic sounds of slick dripping all over his hand are like music to your ears. His loud, greedy slurping like he’s a starved man desperate for pussy twists your insides for an impending orgasm.

You squeezed tight around him, calling out his name, begging for a release.

And just as you’re about to cum, your husband pulls his fingers out. Leaving you shaking by yourself as your fully-dressed husband stands back to his full height, his face drenched into your juices stretching into a grin.

“I... Naoya, why...?”

You couldn’t even form coherent sentences anymore.

“What?” licking off his fingers one by one, he chuckles. “Did you think I would let you cum that easily? After you flirted with that man? Who knows what could’ve happened if I wasn’t there. the way he looked at you was shameless.”

“I don’t even like him, Naoya. You’re my husband, and...and—”

“And?”

He knows where this is going. You’re always like this—riling him up like you’re begging to be punished and teased to countless failed orgasms. It isn’t his fault anymore if you cry while you lay on his lap, his large hands leaving marks on your ass because you just wouldn’t behave. Naoya is an impatient man, and you are cunning to always push his buttons but you were all bark, no bite. The moment he has his fingers, tongue, or his fat cock shoved in you in whatever hole he likes, you lose all will to fight back.

Go ahead, his smile taunts you, tell me what you want. Sometimes, if he feels generous enough, he might just grant whatever his pretty wife wishes for.

“And... you’re the only one I want.”

Looping his damp fingers around his tie, you watch as your husband stretches the muscles of his neck and throws his tie to the ground. “What exactly do you want from me, hm?” His belt follows next. Breathing hard, you lean against the wall to brace yourself while Naoya cups his hardness through his pants. It pokes against the fabric like a third leg. Inviting you to touch it, to touch him, to envelope his cock in the warmth of your mouth or the softness of your walls while he fuckes you into tomorrow. “You want this, wife? Want my cock? Tell me, because you’re drooling right in front of me and I need you to speak up with your big girl words.”

“Yes, please.”

“Yes, please, what?”

“Yes, Daddy. I want your cock so bad.”

“Good,” he pulled out his cock from its confines. Despite being married for years, you are still be in awe at his sheer length and size—the thickness enough for it to hurt if you weren’t prepped enough, and long enough that the tip of his cock kisses your most intimate parts and makes love to you in ways the wind was knocked out of your lungs. “Get on your knees, then. Say sorry that you made me jealous. I bet that you were even doing it for purpose to get my attention, yeah?”

Denying his allegations, you scramble to your knees obediently. Humiliation washing over you as your husband snickers above you, using his hand to tap his cock and spread the pre-cum all over your face.

“Wanna write my name on this pretty face,” he muses out loud. A sadistic grin etched onto his face. “I’ll fuck your mouth so hard it will only remember how to scream my name.”

If there is one thing you love and hate at the same time about Naoya, it’s how he stops at nothing when he decides on a goal. So if he says he would fuck your mouth that hard, you need to prepare yourself for his virility.

Bracing yourself as you breathe through your nose and nails digging into his thigh, his cock pushed through your lips. A stain of red tattooed all over his base. Your eyes shut itself from the oncoming tears. His hands cradle the back of your skull as his knees bend, cock hitting the back of your throat and his groans resonating loud against the empty hall.

Naoya is so hell bent on proving his point that he keeps going even as you make gagging noises around him, your juices dripping onto the floor the more you witness the beauty of the man before you. How you are the one giving him so much pleasure his perfectly styled hair falls out of place. Lips curled into a sneer and his balls slapping harshly against your chin.

Never mind that you can barely breathe when your husband’s seconds away from reaching seventh heaven.

“Say you’re sorry. Say it.”

“Nghhr- suh-ree—”

“Ah, fuck!” Naoya pulls his cock out. Your hands immediately caress your neck, feeling it grow sore by the next minute that you fail to notice how your husband has grabbed you by the waist, pushing you down to a nearby table before pulling your ass close to his cock.

“Oh, yeah, just like that...”

Naoya slips inside easily thanks to your previous almost orgasm. He fucks hard into you that your arms damp with sweat keeps sliding across the table, uncaring that your nails left scratches across the surface. Naoya only cares about how you wiggle your ass to meet him thrust by thrust.

Whipping your head to stare at him with lidded eyes, Naoya’s movements grow hastier by the second, and how could he not? You look like a hot mess. Mouth hanging open and garbled moans falling from your lips because you couldn’t speak anymore from how good it felt, how thick his cock filled you up and your nipples achingly hard when your upper body drags along.

“F-Fuck, I’m going to make you pregnant again,” he claws against your hips, “Want you to give me another kid so bad. Your belly so swollen—you’ll be such a pretty mommy, hm? What do you think?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Can’t even speak right anymore?”

A harsh slap meets your booty.

Crying out, your tears form a small puddle on the table as Naoya chuckles breathlessly behind you. He sets a relentless pace until you turn limp before him, fucked out to a state where all you could focus on is the cock pounding in and out of you until a familiar coil tightens in your belly.

Reaching for the arms behind you, you whimper out his name—a sign you’re cumming and need his kisses. Albeit rolling his eyes like he hates it, your husband leans down and meets you for a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. It’s more tongue and teeth than lips actually moving against each other—Naoya groaning deep into his chest as he, too, grows dangerously close.

You can’t stop moaning about how good it feels. Asking him to go harder, faster, to cum inside you and make you a mommy.

Your promise of making him a daddy once again is all it took for Naoya to cum.

Teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle his groans, your husband squeezed your ass. His thick, warm cum spilling inside you. Loads and spurts of it flow out even as he refuses to pull out. He stays there until his cock slowly softens—the kisses he spreads on your shoulder and hair just as tender before he replaces his cock with two fingers.

“Naoya, no more—”

“Just making sure it takes,” he reassures, massaging the sore flesh of your abused hips. Once satisfied, your husband runs a bath with you and takes your face into his hands, foreheads pressed against each other. “Was I too rough on you, love? I’ll give you a full body massage afterwards...”

“It’s okay. I enjoyed it, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Hmm,” pecking your lips, Naoya releases a low chuckle. “I’m sorry I got jealous and took it out on you. I know you were loyal and would never do that. I was just... well, I love you so much. Hate it when someone else looks at you.”

You roll your eyes at him, but smile anyway. “Oh, please. You just wanted a reason to fuck me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. Maybe I did,” eyes glinting with mischief, your husband turns off the shower running and runs his soapy hands all over your body. The tension in the room spiking once more as he brushes his nose against your neck. “Perhaps...one more round to make sure I really become a daddy again?”

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hellavile · 2 years

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under the influence. jean kirstein.

୭ warnings . . . fem!reader, officer!jean, lowercase intended, black coded, hot sweaty car sex, public indecency, oral ꒰ m received ꒱, jean’s rough bc he is, mild degradation, jean’s your ex, reader rides jean, impact play, jean’s a titty sucker srry i don’t make the rules.

୭ mocha’s note .ᐟ . . . men in uniform. yes. also y’all know exactly what song that title is. ;)

hues of blue and scarlet flicker over the body of your obsidian lexus rc 300, the vechicle behind you blaring the sirens like they’re eardrum killers purposely meant to burst them. you hated those fucking things. police even more. huffing after wiping the tears off your face, you pull to the side of the empty road. it’s extremely late at night. more-so early, around three in the morning. checking your rear view mirror, you spot the black camaro with an officer stepping out of it. just my fucking luck. as if you weren’t already having a shitty night. kissing your teeth, you sniffle as you roll down your window before reaching into your glove compartment for your license and registration. you’re not exactly sure why you’re being pulled over to be frank.

the officer strolls towards your car, a tall, lanky man whose wearing a black long sleeve which hugs his muscles and sharp cut abs with dark jeans and heavy boots. the belt around his hips is thick and leather . . . expensive looking. when he’s by the window to your vehicle, you turn to see his appearance. dewy pink lips plush as cotton. fawn long hair that brushes on the nape of his neck. a messy stubble on his jawline that shifts as he chews his gum. he didn’t have a badge, nor a holster on his hips with a gun or a taser. however, he did have on a loose vest with multiple pockets. maybe he was off duty and you ruined his drive home? his scent is strong, recognizable even. bleu de chanel. makes the hair on your skin rise. his eyes are what really draw you in. low and dark, like a dravite tourmaline.

“i knew it was you.”

a pang in your chest makes it nearly hard to breathe. you had to blink several times to decipher his image. you knew this man for sure. those lips of his curl into a lopsided grin as he witnesses your saddened eyes expanding. your fingertips slowly glide off your steering wheel as your hands drop into your lap. the man before you, your ex boyfriend, turns his neck sideways before spitting out his gum into the road. he has one hand on his hip and the other in his back pocket, now aware of the gun tucked in the back of his jeans. he’s definitely off duty. the car he’s driving is an undercover cop car.

“can’t speak to me?” jean prompts louder as if you couldn’t hear him the first time. “i’ve told you fifty times about that taillight, baby. how come it isn’t fixed yet?”

jesus this really isn’t a good night. of all the people you’ve encountered today, your ex had to be one of them. a cop scared you enough. but him? he terrified you. in all the right ways. sounds crazy, but there’s a reason.

“i see you followed through with your training.”

“did. i see you’re still hardheaded.”

“am.”

jean rolls his eyes. “that’s beside the point. why are you driving like you’re under the influence? you’ve been drinking?”

“no, i haven’t. sorry, i’m just . . . in my head,” he watches you sigh, noticing the puffiness in your eyes along with a hint of redness. you’ve been crying. it’s clear as day. jean cocks his head to the side, getting closer to your window, resting an arm on the hood of your car.

“what’s going on?” a genuine tone in his voice makes you cower. you didn’t need it. not from him that’s for sure.

“don’t worry about it. just give me a ticket so i can go home.”

he doesn’t appreciate the stern, cold tone in your voice. handing him your papers like he’s a stranger, a regular cop. not a man you’ve dated for five years. he’s seen every aspect of you. every breakdown, laugh, trauma. every freckle on your body. knows the way you like it. maybe you didn’t patch things up the right way, but that doesn’t make it okay for you to act like he doesn’t mean anything to you. fucking brat.

“is it so bad to worry about you?” his jaw clenches in fury, inching his face closer to yours, head sticking entirely into your space. you pull your face back, eyeing him like he’s crazy, baffled by his action.

“get out of my car.”

“i’m not in it. now shut the fuck up and tell me what happened. clearly you’re not okay. you’re swerving like you’re drunk plus you’ve been crying. i see it.”

the assertiveness he gives you almost makes you melt in your seat, not hearing his voice in so long, sometimes craving it. it’s like a warm cup of hot chocolate. smooth and comforting. your lower lip gets taken between your teeth before you’re inhaling and exhaling.

“this guy i’ve been fucking with just told me he had a girlfriend, so. we got into this huge fight and he broke my glasses which is why i can’t see all that good right now. i’m just trying to get home to forget about it.”

the look on his face is empty. “he hit you?”

immediately, you deny. “n-no. i mean, he grabbed me to try and apologize and my glasses fell and he stepped on them by accident.”

remembering it made you hug yourself, feeling his fingertips squeezing your arms harshly once again. jean looks there and sees a few bruises. your skin was really sensitive, so you bruised over anything.

“step out of the car.”

you blink. “what?”

“you heard me the first time.”

clearly, it doesn't seem as if he'll give up until you do. rolling your eyes, you do what you’re told, jean stepping back as you aggressively swing open your car door, stepping out with your arms hugging yourself considering you’re only wearing a cream flower lily sundress with white sandals. jean couldn’t help his lingering stare. you’ve always been outrageously beautiful to him.

“it’s really none of your concern.”

“god, i forgot how much you talked,” the tiny ‘tch’ coming from him before he’s pulling you in for a tight, comforting hug has you falling back into the same entrapment of passion. jean broke up with you because he didn’t want a relationship anymore. he wanted to work on himself, his life, pay more attention to his family and the baby girl he had with an ex of his. the reason why he terrified you is simple; you loved him too damn much that it hurt you to your core. to let him go. to be alone again. you hated him for leaving you.

“missed your pretty self,” now he's stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb endearingly, rolling his lips inwardly when your eyes meet his.

“do you?” it comes out softer than you intended. small. he makes you feel so goddamn small, safe, and secure.

“yeah,” he breathes.

it's frustrating sometimes when your body reacts before your mind does. dainty hands reaching to skim across his waist you then grab onto, bringing him closer until your back is pressed up to your car. jean’s face remains stagnant. not sure of what to do. actually, he preferred to see what you were intending. truth is, you didn't know. if you wanted to rant about how he left you. kiss him and tell him to take you home. or get on your knees and worship him just because.

“are you with her?” your bottom lip juts out as you impel your chest to his. jean takes a minute to understand the question. you must've meant her.

“no. never. we're just co-parenting.”

“promise you haven't fucked her. not once after we split?” jean groans as the hazel in his eyes turn murkier, your face no longer in his. instead, you're bug-eyed with the bulge in his jeans. unlatching his buckle and pushing all your weight onto the car behind you as you balance yourself on your calfs.

“just one time. didn't mean anything,” jean is blunt about it causing you to raise your brow the same time you're dragging down his zipper. he doesn't so much as glance around to check for any unexpected company. it's nearly four in the morning and you're off the road near a forest of trees. no one was coming.

“was it good?” he swears to god he almost busts right there, clenching his jaw as you stick out your salivated tongue, hand wrapped around the base of his thick, hardened cock, a tear droplet of precum on the head. it's pulsating in your palm, and you mewl, wetting your lips with allure.

“i c-can't remember,” jean hisses as the warmth of your mouth intakes him, batting your curled lashes and glaring into his eyes as the vein on the underside of his cock is caressed by your tongue. he's somewhat in your mouth, resting heavy on your slippery tongue before you pull back and lap at the tip. jean’s physique is arched over you, forehead nearly grazing the hood of your vehicle.

“try,” now your hands reside on the back of his thighs, gathering enough saliva to spit over his dick, dragging it along with your pursed lips on either side, waiting for him to speak.

jean bites his lips so hard he curses, sucking on the blood seeping out, bucking his hips to thrust into your mouth. since you move back again, it makes him suck his teeth. big hands holding either side of your head before he's giving you a dark stare you hadn't seen in a minute. it makes you squirm. submitting easily.

“stick that lil’ tongue out,” he rasps, slicking his own over his bitten red lip. “you have to be polite, princess.”

it kills you to hear him speak to you like this. every spoken word foreign. you seriously don't know what came over you. too many emotions hitting you at once. seeing him, smelling him, holding him . . . you wanted him. no, needed him. obeying as you do, you stretch your mouth wider to fit him in deeper. jean mumbles a low ‘there we go, girl’, swallowing his spit and shifting his gut to fuck your mouth as he pleased. he's pressing your head against the door, your eyes wide and lashes specked with tears, jean grunting the faster he fucks your throat. you're breathing through your nose as best as you can, clutching onto him for support, unable to squeeze your thighs like you needed to ease the excessive throbbing.

he's by far one of the prettiest men you've met in your lifetime. moans even more lovely. drool slicks down the side of your chin, the color in your pupils shifting as your eyes lose focus. jean warns you under a brief choke, telling you ‘hold your breath’ before he's shoving his dick entirely down your throat. you claw at his thigh, gagging as he stays there for a few more seconds before pulling back. you gasp dramatically, swallowing the remainder of your saliva with his dick springing in your face, catching your breath.

“good fuckin’ girl,” he's petting the side of your face before helping you stand, your knees burning from being crouched down for so long. they were gonna burn more when you found out how he was going to have you next.

in your backseat, door shut and lights off. jean’s on his back, pants still clinging to his waist as your body pounces above him, clit occasionally brushing against the dark happy trail on his pelvis as you bounced on his dick with every inch of your body burning and screaming at you. chest rumbling from your euphoric screeches. ass clapping heavily on his bulky thighs as you grip onto the headrest of the passenger seat, the other on the back seat. jumping like his cute bunny while your tits are in his starved mouth. rushing his hot tongue over your nipples, teeth sinking in gently. sucking and pulling with his lips as he studies you with exhilaration.

“who's a good cock whore for daddy?” jean hums, a free hand swatting your ass for the fifth time now, encased by heat. feels like it's swollen. the yelp you exude makes him weak. you're so fucking sexy it makes no goddamn sense. “huh?”

“me, baby!” you sniffle cutely, slowing down and sitting down fully, gyrating, losing your balance.

“unh uh,” jean slaps your ass, your scream defeaning. “who said to stop? keep fucking going.”

the car is hot, no doubt. doesn't help that the windows aren't down and your seats are leather. jean’s lower back is sticky with sweat. his gear still on, shirt lifted only to his midsection. gun inside of your center console for safety. a broken whine falters from you as you rise up again, shifting your legs so one foot is flat on the floor and the other by his torso. he grabs that leg, keeping your knee bent once you find your pace again.

“s’in my tummy,” both of you look there in sync, jean snickering when you whine. it’s too dark to notice but both of you could feel it.

“clear as day, sweetheart. it's what makes me so proud of you. taking all my dick likes it's yours to own.”

“it is mine,” you pout sadly.

“mmm,” he tongues his inner cheek before grinning. “you want it back?”

it dawns on you for a second, realizing what he really meant. gulping, you nod. real you will have a conversation with yourself later. you’re dick drunk right now. totally different person.

“show me, then we'll decide.”

his girl. it’s what you are, how you feel. that’s the title that’ll always be yours to hold. doesn’t matter what happens between you two. who may interfere. you’re jean’s girl until death. that’s your man. and you made sure to fuck him good just so he could remember that. picking yourself up and dropping your ass down harder, faster. jean’s hissing, brows bent as he fists your dress he tightened on your stomach rougher. he can’t control himself when he helps you out by lifting his hips to collide with the flush of your skin, groaning deeply, jaw slacking.

“take your fucking dick, baby. take your fuckin’ dick,” jean growls by your ear after you fall forward, crying extremely loud it scares him for a second, thinking you’re in pain. it just so happens you’re overwhelmed with pleasure, the octave in your tone raising higher. it’s a noise he’s never, ever heard emit from you before. it stuns him, so bewildered by it that he halts completely.

“jean, m’ . . . ” it’s too fast the way you switch your position. bringing both your knees on either side of his slim figure, clutching his long hair, pleading and whimpering in his neck. you entire body’s trembling. “pleaseplease.”

jean listens to your sign without hesitation. angling his body to drill his cock into you while holding you down with his arm thrown around your waist, foot implanted on the seat while his other hand spread your cheeks apart, fingers sprawled over your hot skin. balls slapping as your sluice pussy covers his dick. when you cum you’re absolutely gone. laying your forehead against the door, shaking, screaming, crying. all of it is just what he needs cum on the globes of your ass, pulling out swiftly and moaning into your chest.

“you don't know what you do to me.”

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meanbossart · 1 month

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A long over-due ask compilation (Art & Music)

It's vaguely based on a short story from the book "The Consumer" by Michael Gira, specifically "The Boss". I think it came up in conversation with a friend or something when I was picking a new username, so that's how we arrived at it - this was almost a decade ago so, my memory on it is a little hazy!

{MORE UNDER THE CUT]

HAHA thank you so much!!! Glad you enjoy what I do 😎🍻

I BELIEVE this little guide I put together over here might be helpful to you, also! I touched on pretty much everything you brought up.

As for reference material when it comes to facial expressions, I have a mirror next to my desk which I glance at often and make weird faces at LOL and for consistency, it's really a matter of learning to dissect and remember facial structure. It's just something you end up developing an eye for when you've done it for long enough! Naturally, if we're talking about drawing existing characters, it's always helpful to just look at some pictures of their mugs and take a minute to define what features about them make their faces recognizable - I touch on this at the link above as well!

I do plan on making a "drowstarion" (love that, by the way LOL) playlist eventually, life's just been kicking my ass and I hardly have the time 😭and when I do, I just wanna draw.

Otherwise I don't have any other playlists floating around at the moment, BUT the one my boyfriend made for his Vellioth comic can be found here, and it might scratch a similar itch!

Thank you! I believe this was in reference to this post. Something like that takes me about... An hour??? If we're talking just the colors, at least. Though that's a really rough estimate because I take a lot of breaks, so my sense of time when I work ends up pretty skewed. Even if the application of the colors themselves took less than 20 minutes I probably spent 2 hours just staring at it LOL.

My friend, I have no idea. I'm in a constant battle between "I want to draw more realistically" and "I want to simplify my art so I can draw more/faster". What you see is the result of that ongoing brain-tug-of-war.

Also, just the way I assume everyone else develops theirs - they see stuff they like and emulate it until their art is Frankensteinish enough to be it's own unique thing!

I'm far from a Type O Negative buff, BUT I'm happy to share some of my favorites with you! They're quite scattered across a couple of their albums so I'm not sure I have a favorite, but I would say October Rust is a good starting point.

In no particular order, these are my most listened tracks of theirs: -Love You to Death -Black N.01 -Haunted -She Burned Me Down -Can't Lose You -I Don't Wanna Be Me -Be My Druidess -September Sun -Tripping A Blind Man

Alas, I was one of those people who was already drawing in kindergarten 😅 though I would say I only started taking it seriously when I was around 15-16 years old. As someone who has tried their hand at several other hobbies since reaching adulthood, I get what you're saying that it can kinda feel like... You missed the wagon? I've felt that way about all kind of things lol

That said, I've seen adults managing to develop their art skills extremely fast and effectively before. Understanding where and how you need to improve, and how to follow lessons/guides best is something that is vastly improved by maturity and knowing how to best hone your time, attention, and resources - and those are skills we completely lack as children. So, I sincerely believe that as long as you commit yourself, you can definitely get to a point that you're happy with in a couple of years if not less.

JUST DO IT BUDDY we are all just people looking through a screen and you won't ever see, talk, or meet 99% of the folks who ever clap eyes on what you post. Whenever you start getting nervous about sharing something, take a minute to ask yourself why you're nervous, and if none of the reasons have any genuine substance besides being afraid of what people "might think", just go ahead and post it. You're no mind-reader after all, and if you are, I doubt you can hear what a guy from Argentina or wherever is thinking about the art you made.

Point is, nobody online can touch you 🤷and if someone doesn't like what you do, they can simply choose to not interact with it, and if they do you can block and move on. There are zero reasons for you to feel "bad" about putting up a doodle when our experiences on the web are so easily curated nowadays.

#ask compilation

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thatfilthyanimal · 3 months

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tw: stalking, grooming, pedophilia, sexual abuse, past suicidal thoughts

I've recently been made aware that Dupsy is still talking about me and is now going to random Megamind fans that don't know me and telling them to avoid me. I'm also aware that they're doing this in the Ruby Gillman fandom. I have no words to really describe the level of discomfort this brings me, but I will attempt.

First of all, all the "grooming" allegations were thoroughly debunked and proven to be bullshit. I can't believe I have to even say this. I'm a victim of grooming and sexual abuse myself. It's extremely traumatic and life-altering shit, and never something I would want to inflict on someone else. I feel like it should be obvious, with the measures I took in the server to ensure no child is exposed to such things. I was recently diagnosed with PTSD due to the shit that happened to me when I was growing up, and between processing that in therapy sessions and stomaching transitioning in a near-constant hostile-to-trans-people online social media hellscape, I am tired.

I love Megamind, more than anything, and this is known and obvious to anyone who's met me. This movie saved my life when I was extremely suicidal and planning to end my life back in 2010. Watching the movie when I did gave me something to focus on, a distraction, and a responsibility as a fandom member that helped distract me long enough to get out of the planning mindset I was in. Had I not seen the movie, I do not think I would have stuck around. I will leave it at that.

And moderating fandom spaces for Megamind has been lovely! I adore this fandom. The people in it are extremely talented and sweet, and just so damn nice, like by default. I say this all the time but I've never experienced another fandom space quite like it. There are usually bad eggs in fandoms, and perhaps -I- am said "bad egg" to some, but genuinely this one is special. I have always felt that way, even when the bad eggs show up and make a stink. It has always felt worth being here for, to me.

And while I hate to give Dupsy the satisfaction of knowing they hurt me, I need to be honest-- it's been rough. I stopped talking in my server, I locked up on most of my friends and stopped talking even in DMs. I still struggle with severe anxiety in the server and have talked to Dal on various occasions about transferring the server ownership to him. He's been very patient with my freakouts and super understanding, but it's still hard. This WAS a place I felt safe, for over ten years! And now it feels like any minor can just say I'm a groomer or a pedo or whatever with ZERO consequences, just because they're mad, just because these are words that make people go "oh shit" and listen, and man! It's not ok! And this coupled with the fact that trans people are often called groomers just for existing, just… man! I'm tired. I'm so tired.

There are real, severe, damaging effects to these claims being thrown around so casually. It's hurtful to me, as a victim of sexual abuse, because when I came forward to people about what happened when -I- was a minor, I was told I "wanted it" and "asked for it". It was made to be my fault that I was abused, and I internalized it for years. It nearly killed me. I cannot stress enough how important it is to not use claims like pedophilia and grooming so lightly-- these are VERY damning terms to use on people and should be reserved for people ACTUALLY HARMING OTHERS. Being mad I banned you from the server is not "abuse" and using my Customer Service Voice to be nice to you and then being obviously tired of you when you were banned is not "emotional grooming". What the actual fuck. ALSO. This was well over a year ago! Why am I still having to post about this? Why are you still TALKING about me? And yet again I ask, where the HELL are your parents?

Anyway, if you've been wondering why I've been so quiet these days and struggling to socialize… honestly? It's this. I hate that this is what did it. I know people trust and believe me, I know the fandom backs me up regularly and I appreciate them all so much for it. I see it, but I never know how to respond. You guys continue to make this fandom feel safe for me even when my entire brain is screaming to run, and I appreciate you so much for it.

Kids deserve to be trusted when they tell people they've been hurt and I hate that the recent proshipping discourse or whatever you want to call it, this culty all-or-nothing shit, has a bunch of minors growing up feeling like EVERYTHING is something to call rapey or predatory, with apparently little room to distinguish when REAL abuse is happening to them. I don't blame anyone for believing Dupsy, and it's honestly better they DO believe all unproven claims of abuse by default, just to stay safe-- but man, it has consequences that follow people, and really should not be a thing to just throw around because you're mad at someone. I just can't believe they're STILL going around and reaching out to strangers telling them to avoid me… like, what the fuck.

I will be ok, I always am eventually, but I needed to say something, because it's honestly been a while since I've said much of anything.

Keep being kind. <3

#trigger warnings in post #Megamind #Ruby Gillman #RGTK #personal #sorry if you have no idea what the heck is happening #continue scrolling its all good #but also maybe uhhhhhh avoid this minor #like a lot

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maxisanangrywell · 11 days

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Review & Rant Concerning MW3 Reboot

**This has Spoilers for MW3. If you have not played the full game and care about spoilers, please do not read.**

To preface this, hi!! I'm Max is a Well, and I am a writer. I have not published any novels, but I do have one in the works. I have written for plenty of people, including some pretty big fanfiction authors [past tense] (not as impressive as most, but I quite enjoyed it), and I have written my fair share of fan artworks, and then a few half published WIPs are floating around the internet somewhere. I've been writing since I was like, 12 years old. I've done it for the better part of my life now, and I've turned some heads with my writing. If circumstances were better where I could pursue this passion for full-time, I'd probably be really well off by now. All this to say, I'm very much someone who knows a lot about writing, story pacing, emotions dramatics and the whole 9 yards.

I love playing games and immersing myself within what's happening in game, and I got that feeling from MW1 & 2, but 3 was just, a little rough feeling. I can't quite explain it, but it just didn't have the same vibe as the first or second. I enjoyed the narrative although, again really rough story telling. (You're gonna get that in games like this that are essentially propaganda for a certain cause or organization, so I disregard most of it. It's the "look this is cool guys! You wanna do this," kind of thing.)

Then, Price didn't let Soap kill Makarov. Standing from a narrative point of view, we were told this guy 1, is extremely dangerous extremist, and threatening to bring WW3 onto humanity. 2, Brass is worried about this, and if they're worried about it, than we need to be too. (This solidifies that the man is a genuine threat, and that he needs to be treated as such. Often this means, a straight up get rid of this guy.) 3, Price and the 141 have some history with Makarov. Then, to build off this, in the previous game, MW2, we literally were on a to-kill mission for Hassan. So if Makarov is an even bigger threat than Hassan, (and Hassan had MISSILES), then, shouldn't we have killed Makarov when given the chance?

Also to build off this, they are all within the SAS, or have passed SAS selection. They are, narratively speaking, the best of the best within their specific branch. They are more than well trained and specialists when it comes to Counter-Terrorism, which with that would come with knowing things like how to properly debilitate your enemy, knock them out, etc. They would have had done interrogations to get specific information and you can't just bring someone awake to a location to be interrogated. You would have to knock them out or debilitate them prior before moving. Yet, they didn't do any of that. Just, knocked his ass to the ground after a stab to the shoulder.

None of it past a certain point makes any sense narratively, and me as a writer is so fucking pissed. They made Makarov a fucking badass and BBEG for the century, yet they kill off arguably one of the best liked characters? Especially after Neil did so much advertising for the fans and even doing the corny Christmas thing that was all over COD TikTok for a few good weeks afterwards. People were going WILD over the Scot, and Ghost.

One thing you learn pretty quickly when creating content, whether it be games, art, comics, novels, etc... is that you got to feed your fanbase from time to time. You give them an inch, and you'll get a mile. No one needed to die within the third game, especially when it felt so rushed. If they really needed the suspense, then they could have easily injured Soap, and kept us wondering if he was alive, and then revealed him okay within the fourth installment. That would have made people buy the game just to see if their favorite was still around, and who knows, maybe they'd actually enjoy the story and decide to play the rest of the game.

What really pissed me off other than the weird pacing of the stretch of the game is the way they reacted to Soap's death. Now, they didn't have to be horribly torn up at it like Price in the original series, in fact, that would be horribly unrealistic. My mother is a hospice nurse, so she's gotten close to a lot of patients that have passed. Some being really traumatic and saddening ways. She can't cry anymore, but she does grieve, and she grieves hard when it's a patient she's had for a while and gotten close to. You can't look me in the eyes, and tell me these three men who have just spent a year and some change chasing down Hassan, and now Makarov, wouldn't show no emotion when it came to one of their own dying?

Soldiers are friends but more. There's a whole reason there's the saying "brothers in arms" exists. They go through hell and back together, they definitely did in Las Almas, and during Chicago in the second game. So to have barely 2 minutes worth of a cutscene to pay homage to a character that they all bonded so deeply with? I genuinely thought people were seriously joking about it, and then I saw it with my own two eyes and I'm appalled on how they thought that was a good send off both emotionally and narratively. It did nothing. It didn't comfort you, it didn't sound like they were grieving too terribly, it was just, flat. Monotonous. There was hardly any emotion in the lines, and the guys didn't have to be crying, but at least put some emotion in it.

Ghost and Gaz arguably in the reboot are the closest to Soap, so some sort of emotion, like Ghost being just a little choked up on his "Rest in Peace, Johnny" would have been just top tier. You would have been able to gauge so much off of that, and it would have fed the Ghost and Soap fangirls so much. (I know some COD players don't like to hear that, but the fandom shifting is a normal thing to happen, and the new people within the fandom are buying the games to play them just to understand the story and that is absolutely helping the studio and the games preform better. To put it simply, they are now also apart of the integral part of keeping COD alive and well.) Or, Gaz instead of just saying the most generic army farewell thing in the world, instead make a personal promise to bring Makarov to his knees himself. Again, it would gauge so much with his character, how he's feeling, what this death is doing to him, and what his personal goals are moving forwards.

They absolutely, from a narrative position could have done so much better. There are always going to be bugs and glitches in games, especially shooters, but the thing that draws people in and keeps them coming back, is the story and the characters. At the end of the day, this was not only a horrible story decision, but also is probably going to hurt them a lot when concerning the next game release. The newer crowd hardly has a reason to come back to see the new game. If Soap, a beloved character was treated this way, how are they going to treat Price, Gaz or Ghost if they die? I'm incredibly disappointed, they had an amazing story, amazing VA's, amazing graphics and design. The COD fandom was seriously getting a much needed breath of fresh air, new life was coming in, and they just tossed everything out the window.

TL;DR:: As a writer, the decision to kill off Soap was extremely horrible from both a monetary and narrative standpoint. It didn't move the story forwards, create any friction, and he didn't even have a decent send off. This is probably going to kill the new growth the COD fandom was experiencing, which in turn is definitely going to hit the studio's pockets. How much is yet to be seen, but I've seen a lot of new-blood say they weren't satisfied and aren't looking at purchasing the next game. Me included.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #farah karim #soapghost #maxisawell rambles #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #modern warfare #mw3 #call of duty mw3 #soap mw3 #mw3 spoilers

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YQ's Mother Requestor Anon here! I see the calling of angst so I am here to give! Can I request Mother!Reader and Baby Lai getting attacked with Reader almost dying bc they tried to protect our beloved baby but somehow survived, just in a coma? Yanqing managed to save them by unaliving the attackers like a madman [then Jing Yuan gets flashbacks about Jingliu's rampage on him] and only regains his humanity bc of his sister, then they run to a hospital!

Reader still lives (bc its fun to watch them slowly be traumatized) and heals, both physically and somewhat mentally!

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A/N: Hey there! Thank you for this great idea and sorry it took 50000 years for me to get to it. Life genuinely hates me lately and I've been extremely busy even on the weekends rn, so yeah... forgive me.

Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, murder, mentions of murder, injuries, child endangerment, violence, near death, good ending

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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You just wanted to take a quick walk around the Luofu with your baby, as you haven't been able to move around much after her birth. You smiled gently down at her, your hands keeping her close under your cloak, a soft hum of a tune leaving your lips, when you looked out into the distance. The sun was starting to set, bathing the world in a warm, orange hue. It was peaceful... until it wasn't.

In an instant, you were suddenly attacked by some Mara-struck soldiers, your body scrambling backwards, as you tightly clutched onto your baby. You had accidentally wandered out of the safe zones, completely distracted by the beauty of the area to really notice where you were going. You should've been more careful and yet, it was too late to regret everything now, when a next attack came swinging at the direction of your child.

You quickly turned away, taking the hit fully, your body skidding across the floor violently. But you still made sure that your child wasn't injured, even when she began to cry. Your head hit the ground, disorienting you, as the injury began to bleed. And whilst you were struggling to lift your head, your hands still so desperately holding your baby close to you, familiar swords suddenly appeared in your blurry vision. You could barely hear anything anymore, but when you saw the rough outline of your son, you let out a relieved sigh and just finally passed out, knowing that you and your baby were saved.

The enemies however stood no chance against Yanqing's wrath, as he practically ripped them all apart, even ditching his swords at one point. He was angry, beyond enraged. The thought of someone hurting his mother and little sibling was making him delirious and it took 5 cloud knights and eventually Jing Yuan to drag him off of whatever was left of the attackers. Jing Yuan was irked by how familiar the sight was, a memory of a distant, dark past flashing through his mind, before he quickly forgot it at the soft cries of his infant child.

It also calmed down Yanqing, who slumped in the cloud knights hold and finally just concluded that he had gotten his revenge, before he allowed himself to be taken away. You were brought to a hospital quickly after as well, having taken the brunt of all attacks, which left you quite injured. But the mental scars were arguably worse. It took you a while to be able to go outside again, the paranoia over something like that happening once more being always on the forefront of your mind. Your child also never left your eye sight, as you kept her in arms reach at all times.

Jing Yuan and Yanqing supported you greatly through your recovery journey, making you heal in no time again, for the most part. The scars and fears would always stay... even if they just lingered now in the back of your mind.

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A/N: God... I'm so sorry again for how long this took. I hope it's somewhat okay and that you can forgive me lmao-

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader #hsr yanqing #hsr yanqing x reader #hsr

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soul-controller · 7 months

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Hey everyone, I hate to disappoint but I just wanted to share that there’s no way that the Halloween event can happen anymore this year.

My manager at my job initially promised me that I would be able to have a set schedule where I could have 4 days off a week so I could properly devote time to getting my writing done. Unfortunately, two people quit and my schedule for the next few weeks just came out and now I’m being forced to help cover their shifts until they hire new people (which will probably take a while since my job has a terrible reputation in town). Although I would have probably been able to find a way to make the event still happen given how excited I was about it, I’m still in the process of doing four relatively large story commissions so there’s no way that I can juggle both those and the Halloween event. Something had to give and obviously the event had to go as the commissions take priority.

To provide some context and be a bit vulnerable, things in my personal life have been a bit rough and hectic the past month or two, so I’m hoping things can eventually settle down soon enough. As previously mentioned my job is being a nuisance, but there’s other stuff going on like money issues on top of being in the process of getting a new doctor because my current one was refusing to take any of my concerns seriously. Beyond just him downplaying my anxiety and depression diagnoses when it comes to providing me effective medication, he also refused to try and help with the debilitating migraines I suffer through practically every other day.

Just to add a cherry on top of the shitty month that this has been, I just recently discovered that queuing on Tumblr has finally failed me. The story that was meant to come out this month never got posted and the concept of having to go through re-formatting everything and getting photos again was just too much of a depressing nuisance for me to deal with. Hell, I've been in such a stink recently that I didn't even do a celebration to celebrate the fact that my account had passed 4,000 followers! I guess doing it nearly three hundred followers later is a bit too late, but I suppose it's never too late to celebrate. I seriously appreciate all of the support I've received regardless of it was a like, a reblog, a follow, or a subscription to my Patreon. All of it means a lot to me... genuinely.

I suppose I just wanted to say that things feel a bit grim for me currently, but I remain hopeful that good days shall eventually come (especially since Halloween is my favorite time of year). To put a more positive spin on the increased hours at work, at least it means that I'll hopefully fix my money issues. Plus, I finally have a meeting with a new doctor this Thursday so I'm hoping I can get some results and find someone who actually cares and wants to help me.

In closing, I sincerely wanted to apologize again in case I disappointed anyone by canceling the Halloween event. Hopefully I can make it up to y’all though by releasing two stories here for October that I really enjoyed writing.

On top of that, I’m thinking I may give the concept of releasing long stories for purchase via Ko-Fi / itch.io a shot by having a trial run with a nearly 10k word Halloween-ish story involving misguided spells, twinkification, and age progression / weight gain between two best friends.

Thanks for reading, I appreciate all of your support and hopefully your understanding during this extremely trying time. 💙

#announcement #a bit of an explanation why my Tumblr has been dead for the past month or two #sincerest apologies!

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Important PR Response to the Wilbur Soot scandal:

Abuse in any form is abhorrent, and I condemn Wilbur’s actions. Previously I had established the division between people and personas in my work. I failed to reiterate the stance during the course of Fault, and would like rectify this now. I work with characters and not creators.

No works will be deleted. I will be continuing to use Wilbur Soot as a character only in preexisting works. Fault, Mandatory Family Reunion, and back burner projects will continue. The preplanned plot lines will not be altered greatly, so don’t expect sudden deaths, character assassination, name changes*, etc. However, I am not certain about Lighting Lanterns to Bring You Home as it is Wilbur-centric so it may be abandoned.

The current plans for this blog’s future are as follows:

- My characters be tagged as ‘Noms Wilbur’ or ‘SCP Wilbur’ for people who want to block tags. If cc comes up, he'll be tagged.

- I will not be financially supporting Wilbur in any way. I believe this is an important component in any Death/Disavowal of the Author situation. My fics are unlikely to contribute to further monetary/platform support that facilitates the further harm of the victim/s.

- No new AUs will involve Wilbur, so as projects finish he will be phased out more and more. Though keep in mind Fault is an extremely long term project.

- For those who wish to disconnect from the fandom entirely and stop following this blog, I wish you the best. Genuinely. This is a rough situation.

If anyone has any respectful and reasonable questions/comments, the ask box is always open. Please do not engage in bad faith; I am trying to do my best here. Below the cut I discuss my personal justifications and philosophies upon the matter. I’m not trying to force them on anyone, so please return the same courtesy.

My reasonings: As I said after Technoblade’s death, I’ve poured a little too much of my soul into this to stop. I fully understand the people who have walked away, because I also feel sick and angry and sad and just— betrayed that this person I admired and enjoyed was abusing the people around him. But I am not going to let Wilbur’s vile actions poison the pride in the art I’ve made. And the fandom? We built it, not him. These are our stories and our drawings and our joy. So many other wonderful creators and fans poured so much effort into this community. To me, it feels like a betrayal to Technoblade’s legacy to let everything be tarnished. And I’m just not ready to lose this fandom that has meant so much to me for 4 years.

I’m going to try for a little nuance here, a dangerous game on Tumblr I know. But part of the betrayal that I’m sure many of us are feeling is the thought we were tricked into liking a bad person. I have a friend who has been pouring over all of Wilbur’s content the last few days, desperate to find all the red flags they missed, painting every single thing he’s ever done with the knowledge of the things we couldn’t have known. And it’s not healthy for them, or anyone. In many stories we like to have a clear cut good and bad guy, because it’s easier if it’s true. The abuser becomes a cartoonishly evil caricature that makes it harder to recognize them in real life, and it makes real victims seem stupid for being hurt when shouldn’t it be so easy to tell? But it’s not, it’s messy, and complicated, and awful. Because in real life, abusers are people, and they can do good things like charity streams and making you laugh when you’re having a bad day and fostering wonderful communities of creative, amazing fans. They seem generous, and kind, because…they are. And they’re also abusive. And it’s really hard to hold both truths at the same time, which is why people prefer jump to extremes of defending and demonization. We like to believe the people we like are good people.

Truthfully, I don’t believe in ‘bad people’ which is probably evident in much of my writing. I find it a category that too often used to discourage growth, remove culpability, and dismantle nuance. The moment people become monsters there is no question of rehabilitative justice, no question of what conditions and structures enabled this that need to be mended, revised, or replaced. The question becomes how do we destroy the monster instead of how do we protect future victims. Remove support from Wilbur, yes, but the next step is to give that support to Shubble. Mobs are fun. They feel right. But monsters don’t exist, people do, and people are complicated and abuse is complicated and their solutions must be accordingly nuanced. Sticking one guy’s head on a pike might ‘save’ the victim (which: Shubble saved herself), but it doesn’t support them in the long run. And it certainly doesn’t address the underlying personal, mental, and societal problems that caused someone to be abusive and allowed them to be undetected. And if anything, when put in a corner most people only get more desperate and dangerous to others and themselves. Justice requires far more effort than monster hunting, which is why it is often rare. And like we already discussed, people are often bad at detecting when someone is abusive. I’m not saying Wilbur is innocent, obviously. I’m saying demonization is a dangerous game and most people have done good and bad.

But also, most people aren’t abusive pieces of shit.

I don’t want to demonize Wilbur, but also I’m not going to wipe my hands of it by throwing my hands up, claiming there’s too much nuance blah blah morals are complicated, and then not actually hold him accountable. Wilbur does not deserve a platform with which to perpetuate his harmful actions. In reaction to this, we need to build systems and communities that don’t enable abuse, to support victims, and to help abusers become better without giving them the opportunity to hurt other people or themselves. Which, you know, is *slightly* outside the scope of one SBI fanblog, but I’ll do my best and pray others choose the same.

I understand people who want to raze everything he’s ever touched, to delete all their fan works and eviscerate their love for anything involving him. I really, really do. I feel nauseous every time I try to write. But I’m trying to not throw the baby out with the bathwater, because I’ve found a lot of good here and I refuse to abandon it. My enjoyment of the story and community Wilbur helped inspire does not condone the bad he’s done, nor do I support him financially or emotionally. It’s a really difficult line to walk, but this is where my morals fall at least. I want to reclaim the joy I used to have.

I hope Shubble is able to recover and heal from the harm done to her. She’s a wonderful person and is lucky to have friends and a community that have supported her in this time. I’m glad that the fandom has (mostly) collectively disavowed her abuser instead of exploding into controversy and a ‘he said-she said’ toxic mess a la Dream style, even if it hurts knowing much of the community we’ve built has been destroyed. Lastly, I pray Wilbur will become a better person. I would like to believe anyone has the capacity for redemption, but that is a decision entirely within his hands alone at this point. As for me, I will simply do what I think reduces harm and uplifts joy. I may be wrong, but I will continue to do my best.

Again, if anyone has any respectful and reasonable questions/comments, the ask box is always open.

#*for the name change: may happen in Fault due to magic mechanics #idk. I'm just very very drained by this whole thing.#I hope nothing gets misconstrued. I mean it all with the best of intentions.#wilbur soot #fault au #something to nom on

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how do you think ghoap would deal with the first time reader hisses out 'i hate you' at them? i feel like if it was directed to both of them at once it'd be laughed off, but if it was one-on-one? i think soap would get extremely hurt about it and cry and whine and 'why would you say that to me?' while ghost would be restraining himself from outright backhanding you

hmmmm the last sentence of this got me thinking about how ghost has to probably be really careful he never treats you like he does johnny. they've been together for years by the time they get you, and he's probably soooo used to being really rough with johnny in arguments. he can't do the same with you :/ you're little and delicate :/ and i think it's totally possible he forgets that sometimes, during certain arguments

but i also don't want to write simon like. beating you lmao. so im gonna say that he'll catch on quick if he gets too rough. he's really attuned to your expressions and tone of voice, the second you're expressing pain past what he means to inflict (like a punishment with his belt) or genuine fear, he's backing off and reassessing

that being said, it would hurt both of them real badly if you said i hate you :( you probably say it a lot at the start though lmfao. i know i would

#asks and answers #dlmliyh

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you need to shut the fuck up forever i think. watcher makes at LEAST ~1.2mil a year via patreon ALONE. over-employment and saturation of the workplace is a BAD thing for everyone involved. its basic business. literally no one is saying they shouldnt get paid for their content. BECAUSE THEY ARE. THEY ARE GETTING PAID. they get plenty of ad revenue and again. patreon. they want to be dropout so bad but they simply do not have the consistent fanbase for it. watcher has only existed on youtube for like two years and their viewer base has been stagnant for months they genuinely fumbled so hard. also steven is so annoying and no one wants to fund his waste of money content which is just him traveling and eating expensive food. bye

there's so much going on here. the figure from the Patreon keeps being doubled every time I see someone "quote" it. there's 5880 paid subscribers so averaging the tier levels and assuming the majority of people are on the £8.5 one (probably) then that's just shy of £50k a month, which is like 600k per year (roughing it here) that works out about $740,000 per year before corporation tax etc.

I get that there are lots of Shane and Ryan fans who think people hate Steven and his content and that no one wants a new Worth It. this is not true. lots of people want a new Worth It. Worth It is an incredibly beloved show. if you hate Steven so much you don't want to watch it: don't do that. but Shane and Ryan chose to work with him, so unless you're going to get a time machine and prevent dead-eyed venture capitalists gutting Buzzfeed until they all got so desperate they had to leave, that's how it is.

also "saturation of the workplace" "overemployment" give me strength I didn't realise so many tumblr girlies (gn) were taking majors in corporate bullshit. creating secure jobs in industries that have historically never had them is a good thing. bucking the trends that the Buzzfeed guys saw when they were there, of repeated corporate takeovers bleeding every drop out of the content they'd bought just to drop it once its exsanguinated corpse stopped flowing, is a good thing.

I already addressed the ad revenue thing but given the likelihood of demonetisation in many of their videos there's a strong chance that for the 12.4 million views of Watcher videos in the last 30 days, YouTube collected ad revenue but didn't pay out more than $10k or so. 12.4 million views man, that's a lot. even if (extremely unlikely, quite a lot of the content will be demonetised because of what it is) they got the full amount it'd be less than the Patreon ($32k pre corp tax) so idk man! doesn't seem like very much to be running a company on if you can do basic maths.

but sure let's demand they fire people so they can carry on hand over income to Google, who has decided their content doesn't deserve them seeing payment, instead of employing people to make the shows they want to. you guys are honestly sucking so much corporate dick right now and it's incredible.

#misc asks #also the whole Steven thing has a strong racist tone to it some of you really need to shut the fuck up

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zehecatl · 10 months

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happy steam sale to all, here’s a 'little’ rec list for (primarily) indie games that, in my opinion, isn’t as popular as they deserve to be!

Ghostwire: Tokyo -60% the only triple a game you’ll see on this list, and my own all time personal favourite. if you like anime, japanese history and folklore, and bromance, you will very likely love this game. it also lets you explore Tokyo and pet the dogs! and cats! literally perfect game!!

Iconoclasts -70% i have been shilling this game, at every major steam sale, for pretty much four-five years. before Ghostwire, it was my all time favourite video game. it was in development, by one person, for around eight years. it is still, in my opinion, one of the most gorgeous pieces of pixel art in the whole damn medium. just. please check it out i beg

Angels of Death -40% rpgmaker game that absolutely excels at being a character driven story. it also got an anime adaptation? which i’ve actually never seen?? but if you grew up playing horror rpgmaker games, please do yourself a favour, and check this out. and if you didn’t- check it out anyway! it’s not super scary or anything, with a more psychological horror focus

Owlboy -65% tiny owl boy does his very best and will worm his way into your heart and then crush it because life is maybe a bit too cruel to him. also you can fly! did i mention you can fly??

Pony Island + The Hex -80% did you adore Inscryption? did you like the meta element? then oh boy, should you check out Daniel Mullins’ two former games! they’re good! probably has the same vibe as Inscryption! could not tell you i still have not played that thing! but these are both very good, and absolutely worth every cent

Underhero -70% it’s a bit rough around the edges, but man, this game has so much love put into it, and i think it deserves way more love than it got

My Friend Pedro -75% the action is definitely the high point here, but i have a personal soft spot for the lil’ bit of lore we do get. like, there is something there, and i want to dig my fingers in. also wacky banana is funny

Sayonara Wild Hearts -40% queer girls on motorcycles? in my rhythm game?? it’s more likely than you think!! (also, if you suck at rhythm games: me too, this is still worth picking up)

MO:Astray -50% the fact that seemingly no one on tumblr has played this... despite the fact that it feels like it’d be a right shoe in... criminal. there is a little CREACHUR! LOOK AT IT. IT IS A SLIME!!

The Messenger -75% i legit thought this game was way more popular than it, apparently, is, which i think just speaks volume of my opinion on it. it’s genuinely right up there with Shovel Knight as iconic retro throwbacks- plus! the devs are making THE most gorgeous indie rpgs, apparently set in the same universe. so that is another reason to check it out

This Strange Realm of Mine -90% an extremely weird little game that will likely not be for everyone, or even most people, but that i really liked. considering the price, i don’t really think there’s much to lose on buying this little gem

Darkside Detective -70% funny point & click game with very shipable protagonists! there’s also a ‘second season’ that i have not played (yet), but is very likely absolutely worth getting

Haiku, the Robot -33% it is, rather obviously, not as good as Hollow Knight, but if you’re suffering from ‘waiting for Silksong’, perhaps this little gem will tide you over

Transiruby -30% another small metroidvania! has really pretty pixel art, and is just a fun little time

Flynn, Son of Crimson -50% not what it was promised, but it’s a fun platformer with gorgeous pixel art, and a dog. it’s a good time, and isn’t that what we all want :]

Yomawari: Midnight Shadows -70% a cute horror game, with excellent enemy designs, and a whole town to explore. also the story is so good. i am still absolutely enamoured with this title. this is, technically, the 2nd in a series, but you can play the games standalone, and while i’m sure the 1st is just as good, i’ve only played this one. because priorities (also keep in mind!! that this is a horror game!!! i’d recommend looking up some trigger warnings, because, uh. horror game!)

A Short Hike -35% just an extremely cozy and fun little game. exploring every inch of this island was just such a good time, i still think extremely fondly of this title

Webbed -30% i am gently laying an hand on the shoulder of every bug enthusiastic on this website. you play as a spider. who is trying to get back her boyfriend from a bird. and there’s a really fun swinging mechanic. do you really need anything more?

Garden Story -60% i am once again shocked this game isn’t more popular. what do you mean a cozy adventure game with community restoration, foraging, and some fun combat with a grape protagonist isn’t one of the biggest sellers in cozy gaming spheres. there’s a frog. you can put on different hats. what else do you want!!

Donut County -70% funny little game about making holes and being a chaotic racoon. i have an extremely soft spot for the characters in this, i could not explain it <3

also Oxenfree is not on sale, but it’s cheap, and the sequel is dropping very soon! and you should absolutely check it out! because it’s really REALLY good!!

#indie games #video game recommendations #steam sale #steam summer sale #also yomawari isn't actually an indie game but the vibe is so squarely indie that i forgor and now i don't wanna edit the post further

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Date Night (Steve X Reader)

Ok, so this is my first attempt at a story like this. Be gentle!

Warnings: Jealous reader for sure. Sex on the kitchen counter ;) because who wouldn't with Joe Keery?, slight rough sex (I see it more as passionate)

Word Count: 2,070

“You couldn’t even pretend like you were having a good time?”

You let out a sigh of frustration. “Steve, I had a good time. I’m just extremely tired.”

That wasn’t a total lie. You were exhausted which comes with the territory of being a working mom. All you really wanted to do when you got home was take off your heels, grab a glass of wine, and relax on the couch. Especially since your three boys we’re staying over at Aunt Robin’s place for the night. Steve insisted these past few days that you guys should have date night.

“We haven’t had a date night in ages. Some people from the office are having a party at their house. We can go, drink, dance, have some fun?”

He seemed so eager and pleading with those big, brown eyes you just couldn’t say no. When you got home you had told yourself you would ask him if they could just have a night in but when he came down the stairs wearing that dark green button up with the first few buttons undone smelling like his signature cologne and freshly styled hair you were immediately transported back to your teenage years the first time you saw him walking down the Hawkins High hallway.

“What? Is it my hair?” his hands flying up towards his head.

“No! No, no. Your hair is perfect as always.” He gives you a cocky grin. “Let me go change and we can head out.”

“Hey! Hello? I feel like I’m talking to myself here!” Steve exclaims pulling you back to the present.

“Don’t push me, Steve. I’m not in the mood.” You say flatly, trying hard to control your temper.

See the thing was you WERE having a good time at the party. You two mingled together and he introduced you to some new faces at his office. The food was delicious and the alcohol hit just right. You disconnected from Steve to use the bathroom and when you came back, he was talking to some woman you hadn’t met before. She was beautiful with her long blond hair and way too tight jeans that had to make it hard for her to breathe let alone move around a party. You noticed her hand reach out and playfully touch his arm, giggling every time Steve said anything.

You trust your husband. You really do. But you can’t help noticing that he doesn’t move away from her or tell her to stop. He’s extremely close to her with this goofy smile plastered on his face. A casual observer would thing these two people were intimate in some way. Blond girl is mid giggle when you finally make your way over to them.

“Oh my god, Steve! You are so funny.” She starts to reach her hand over to touch his arm again but you grab it mid-way through.

“Hi there!”, your words dripping with sarcasm, “I’m Y/N; Steve’s wife and mother of his 3 children. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

You feel your husband stiffen a little beside you but the blond woman genuinely doesn’t seem to notice. She continues to shake your hand. “Oh hey! I’m Vicki! I’ve heard so much about you. I think it’s so cute that you guys are high school sweethearts. I wish I had a romantic story like that.”

“Well, when you finally graduate high school maybe you’ll find a love story of your own!” Steve starts choking slightly, spitting some of his drink back into his cup. Vicki smiles at me and cackles.

“Steve, you didn’t tell me she was hilarious like you!”

“He didn’t?” You turn around and look directly at Steve. “Steven, you should be ashamed.”

His eyes narrow and you in return cock your head and grin. “Well, this has been fun. I’m going to go chat with some other people. It was a pleasure meeting you!”

“YOU’RE not in the mood? How do you think I feel?! This was supposed to be a nice night out for us and you were grumpy almost the entire time!” He turns into your driveway and turns off the ignition.

“Fine then. Maybe next time you can go out with Vicki or something.”, you mutter under your breath as you get out of the car. The sound of your heels clack as you make your way into the house. A few moments pass before you hear Steve follow, slamming the door behind him.

Before you can even put your foot on the first step of the stairs, the sound of him laughing echoes through the entry way. He throws his keys on the table making his way towards the refrigerator. You saunter cautiously towards the kitchen not sure what is happening. He pops the cap off a beer and turns to lean against the counter still chuckling softly. He takes a few swigs; his eyes looking up to meet yours.

“I don’t know”, he begins calmly,” if I’m more flattered that you’re jealous or pissed off that you think I would EVER hurt you like that.” His voice raised sharply at the word “ever”. It had been a long time since you heard that tone. He was definitely angry but so were you.

“How am I supposed to feel when I see some woman I don’t know touching you and flirting like that.” You voice gets high pitched as you mimic her. “Oh my god, Steve. Hehe. You’re so funny. Hehe!”, miming her arm touching his.

“You’re supposed to trust me.”

“I DO trust you!”

“Well, obviously you don’t!”

You glare at him then and he matches you. You are both extremely stubborn people who needs to get in the last word. Steve exhales as he continues, “Look. Vicki is a nobody from the building. We aren’t even on the same floor. I never mentioned her because I had no reason to.”

“But you’ve spent enough time with her to tell her ‘all about me’?”

“I always talk about you and the boys. You’re my wife and I’m proud of my family.”

You feel your jaw tighten. He said that with such sincerity but you’re still angry. Not angry per say. What’s the word you’re looking for?

“You hurt me, Steve. How do you think it makes me feel seeing you talking and laughing like that with someone else? It’s not exactly a foreign concept for me when it comes to other people hitting on you. I knew when I started dating Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High it came with the territory. But lately I feel like”, you can feel the tears start to come up but you catch yourself trying to push them back down, “I feel like you aren’t the same with me lately. You see the wife, mother, businesswoman but do you even see me anymore? Don’t get me wrong. I love our life and I love our kids but I feel like I’m losing you sometimes. “

Steve’s eyes never leave you as you speak. He doesn’t say anything and to you his silence is deafening. “Yeah”, your tone is shaky, “look, um, forget I said anything. I’m just exhausted. I’m going to get ready for bed.”

As you can turn to leave, his arm reaches out to grab your elbow keeping you in place. Steve spins you roughly and crashes his lips to yours. It startles you at first but it doesn’t take long before you’re reciprocating. There’s an intensity behind his kiss as if he stops, you’ll disappear.

You suddenly feel him grab your thighs, lifting you onto the island in the middle of the kitchen. His lips trail down to your neck and you can’t help but let out a moan. You quickly reach forward to unbuckle his belt. He stops sucking on your neck to lean his forehead on yours as hurriedly tries to help; both of you breathing heavily as he pushes his pants and boxers to the floor. You lift your ass off the counter to pull your skirt up as reaches his strong hands up your legs to pull your panties down.

You lick your tongue along your hand and reach down to wet his cock with your spit. Steve lets out a loud growl as he reaches under your knees to pull you to the edge of the counter. You guide him towards your entrance and he wastes no time pushing himself deep inside of you. He thrusts into you with urgency. It’s been so long since the two of you had been intimate in anyway. You missed the feeling of him inside you. The feeling of him needing you.

His head rests in the nook of your neck as he grunts out rough moans. You feel his lips and teeth suck at your skin. You run your hands through his hair lightly trying to pull him up to face you. “Steve.” His head doesn’t move as he pumps into you faster making you moan louder. You pull your shoulder back grabbing his face with your hands. “Steve. Fuck, Steve. Look at me.” His glassy lust filled eyes meet yours and as if you’ve distracted him his hips begin to slow. “I’m sorry.” You lean down and gently place your lips on his. “I’m sorry. I love you so much.”

He responds by kissing you back much slower than he had before. He lifts you up by your legs delicately pushing you further back on the island and hops up till he’s resting on top of you. He slowly slides his cock inside of you again but this time there is no urgency or hurried movements. With every thrust he pushes into you harder and deeper. He leans his head down to whisper in your ear.

“I’ve only ever seen you, baby. From the first time I saw you till now all I’ve ever seen is you. I love you, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders pulling him as close to your body as you can.

“Cum with me, Steve. Please. I need you to cum with me.” He responds to your request by pushing into you as hard as he can till you scream his name as that wave of pleasure crashes around you. His own release comes immediately after yours, letting himself go inside of you.

You both lay there silently breathing as if you’ve run a marathon. You reach up and casually run your hands through his thick hair. Steve leans up on both his elbows as he looks down at you with nothing but compassion. He leaves a trail of kisses starting with your forehead down to your lips.

“I do trust you.” You run your thumb over his lips to the side of his cheek.

“I know. I think…”, he sighs and leans down to rest his chin on your chest, “I think we need to incorporate date nights into our schedule again. Just you and me.”

That makes you smile. “I would like that.”

You didn’t even realize he was still inside of you till he slowly raised himself up and off the counter. You hiss a little at the feeling. “I know. I know! I’m sorry.” You pull yourself up in a sitting position watching your goofy husband move about the kitchen. His pants are still around his ankles and you giggle as he swivels his body and scoot shuffles towards the kitchen drawer that has wash cloths. He runs it under the water, squishes it with his hands, and then shuffles back towards you moving his arms as if he's running. You laugh as your wrap your arms around his neck. He starts placing small pecks on your lips as he leans in between your legs to clean you up.

“You know,” he says in a playful tone, “the kids won’t be back until tomorrow night so we have the house foooor”, Steve looks at his wristwatch, “another 18 hours 23 minutes and 9 seconds to ourselves.”

“Hm. I think it’s more like 19 hours 21 minutes and 4 seconds. You never were good at math, Harrington.”

“Yeah, well, I was always distracted.” He widens his eyes at you accusingly as he helps guide you off the counter. You playfully push him backwards.

“Come on, weirdo. Race you to the bedroom.”, sticking out your tongue before you turn and run up the stairs.

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