#i feel like i would watch a spin off of just them
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All In 7
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)
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Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes
Note: another week...
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When Bucky leaves, you feel less than relief. It’s easier to breathe without him around but your heart continues to race. You don’t move until you see him drive away. You steel yourself with the manufactured lie before you go back inside.
As you do, you’re surprised to find Roxie beside your mom, both of them close to the front window. You sigh. Were they watching? You guess you can be thankful Bucky hadn’t done more than talk.
Your mom faces you with a sheepish grin, “so... did you get it?”
You look between her and your sister. Roxie has her phone in hand and an arch in her eyebrow, “I’d die for a boss like that.”
“I...” you glance the screen before she can hide it. Oh. She had a picture of him pulled up on Google. So, they both know exactly who he is.
“He must be really hands on if he came all the way down here to offer you a job,” Roxie tilts her head.
“That’s the sign of a good boss,” your mom insists.
“Really, I think his eyes were the kicker. So blue.”
“Rox,” your mom nudges her. “A man like him, he’s got line ups, I’m sure. Besides, she’s too young for him.”
“Well, I’m older,” Roxie smirks, “maybe she can get me a job too.”
“Er, uh,” you wring your hands, “I should start dinner.”
“You didn’t say if you go the job,” Roxie challenges.
“Yeah,” you utter softly, “I got a job. Just cleaning.”
“Hey, it’s better than nothing,” you mom assures as she comes to you. She puts her hands on your shoulders, “I’m so proud of you.”
“Mom,” you try not to look pained as you return her smile, “it’s nothing. Really. A cleaner.”
“We all gotta start somewhere.”
“Yeah,” Roxie scoffs, “most of us a lot sooner.”
“Oh, don’t be such a downer,” your mom lets you go to spin on your sister, “don’t rain on her parade.”
“Whatever. I’d rather hand out flyers than clean toilets,” she rolls her eyes.
You purse your lips and shy away. You feel worse that they believe you so easily and why wouldn’t they? No one would think that someone like you would merit such a preposterous offer from a man like Bucky. You still can’t really believe it.
Maybe it’s just some twisted hallucination. You could wake up tomorrow and be just like you were before. You never thought you would long for that but now, being alone, being the loser, that feels safe. Being noticed, being someone, that’s terrifying.
🃏
You take your time making dinner, a brief escape from reality. The distraction keeps you busy enough that your chest stops thrumming, yet your nerves are still spastic. You’re not very hungry once it’s done but you make yourself eat.
Roxie heads off for work shortly after you gather up the dirty dishes and your mom goes to change into her pajamas. She startles you as you scour the pan you used to bake the chicken. You splash yourself and hiss.
“Sorry, hon, I was just coming to check on you,” she leans against the counter, “you’re nervous, aren’t you?”
You shrug, to fraught to answer.
“You get restless, I can tell. You do everything just to keep from fidgeting,” she says, “it’s going to be okay. You’ll be just fine and you’ll see, it’ll be nice to have your own money.”
“I know, mom,” you murmur, turning your face down to the sink, “it’s not that I don’t want to work, I just... I guess it’s the change that freaks me out.”
“Change is good, even if it’s scary,” she says. “You’ll see.”
“Mm,” you hum and try not to shatter, “I just want to help out.”
“Hon, you worry about yourself. Please--”
“No, I owe you.”
“Owe me? I’m your mother. I just wish I could give you more,” she smiles and squeezes your arm. “If you’re not some busy working girl, we’ll celebrate on my day off.”
“Sure,” you accept grimly.
She leaves you and you’re silent as you finish up the dishes. You put them away and wipe the counters. When you finish, you shut off the lights. You say good night from the doorway and retreat into your room. Tomorrow. That’s all he said. That’s the only detail you go before he strolled off.
You grab your phone and fall back on your bed. All you want is to lose yourself in a fic or a discussion board or even just scrolling mindlessly. You can’t. It’s like he’s taking over everything. There it is, that little icon you rarely see, a new message.
You pull down the menu and stare at the preview. Two hours ago. You’re surprised he didn’t show up to check why you hadn’t answered. Again. You will at least need to send something before the night is over.
‘Hey doll. I’ll send a car tomorrow morning at nine. Just bring yourself.’
You shudder and stare at the blue bubble around the text. Oof. Nine? That’s early for you. You suppose it’s about time you break that bad habit.
‘Sorry. I was making dinner. Nine is good. Thank you.’
You hit send and put your phone down. You slide your laptop across the bed and open it up. You’ll watch something. That old BBC drama you found on the free streaming service has been pretty interesting, but you think you only have one episode left. That’s good, you can’t be up all night.
Your phone buzzes. Shoot. Alright. You can do this. You have to get to it. You swipe up your phone again, surprised to find it’s still shaking.
Oh no. He’s calling!
You panic and nearly hit decline before you manage to drag your thumb the other way. You put the phone to your ear, unable to muster even a squeak. What do you say?
“Hey, doll,” Bucky’s voice drawls from the speaker, “hope I didn’t interrupt dinner.”
“No, er, we’re done.”
“Ah, and are you alone?”
You frown, “yes?”
“Good, good. Isn’t that sweet of you, cooking dinner for your family. That’s what I like about you. You take care of those you love.”
You gulp. You don’t know what to say.
“What was for dinner?” He asks as you hear a soft rustle.
“Um, chicken and potatoes,” you answer bluntly. It’s an easy question.
“You’re not busy or something?” He wonders.
“Uh uh,” you shake your head even though he can’t see, “I’m just... in bed.”
“Early night, huh?” He asks.
“I guess, I was going to watch a show.”
“Right, right,” he clicks his tongue as something taps followed by other indiscernible movements, “you in your pajamas? Bet those are cute?”
“Not... yet,” you croak.
“Mmm,” he purrs, “I just got out of the shower.”
“You... did?”
“Getting ready for tomorrow,” he explains, “gotta admit, I’m a bit impatient. You’ll see that about me, doll. When I want something, it’s hard to wait.”
“Uh, oh...” you stutter out.
“For you, I can,” he vows, “doll, do me a favour.”
“A favour?” You echo thinly.
“Mmm, yeah, I want you to get in your pajamas and send me a picture. Just to tide me over,” he coaxes.
“A picture?” You open your eyes wide and gape at the wall.
“Sure, just a taste. I wanna know what I should imagine next to me when I lay down.”
“What?” You squeak, shocked by his insinuation. Imagining you?!
“I can’t help myself. It’s lonely here.”
“I...” you pick at your lower lip, “one sec. I... I gotta...”
You put the phone on the bed and push yourself off the mattress. You trip on your own feet and hope he can’t hear you stumbling around. Your pajamas are kind of silly. You don’t really have any sexy ones. Maybe if he sees them, he’ll change his mind.
The only matching pair you have have snoopy on the top and a large check bottom on the pants. You fish them out and change. It’s okay. He can’t see you at that moment. Still, it feels like he is watching you. Just as his presence has lurked around you all day.
You go back to your phone and fumble around, “sorry, I... just... figuring out the camera.”
You hear his timbre but can’t make out his words from the small speaker. You open the camera app and flip the camera. You move around, trying to take the pic, and lean the phone on the top of your dress. You angle it and mutter to yourself as you struggle to set the timer.
You take several pictures before you’re not entirely discontent. You look awkward in all of them. The pants, like all your pants, are too long and gather around your feet. You don’t know how to pose either. Quite frankly, you look frightened in every single one.
“Alright, I think...” you babble and find your way into the conversation and choose the least egregious frame. You hesitate and close your eyes as you push your thumb down on the arrow.
You bring the phone back to your ear, “are you still there?”
“Always, doll,” he assures and once more, the phone shifts around noisily. “Mm, Snoopy? I like it. More of a Woodstock myself but... Mm mm mm, you look good.” He pauses as you wriggle and your cheeks burn hotly. “Sexy.”
“No,” you burst out without thinking.
“No? You don’t think I’m telling the truth?”
“I didn’t... say so, it’s... just pajamas,” you sniff, “sorry, I didn’t mean to argue.”
“Doll, relax. Thing about you, you don’t even have to try.”
You don’t reply. You have no idea what to say or even if you should believe him. You saw the picture, you look in the mirror every day, you know what you are. It still feels like some weird game.
“Here, gimme a sec,” he says from his end.
More rustling and the noise of a digital shutter. Your phone vibes shortly and you pull it away from your cheek. You squint at the screen as it lights up and an image buffers in the conversation.
“Huh, uh, it’s not loading. My phone is--” you nearly swallow your tongue and gasp.
Oh gosh. It’s a picture of him in almost nothing. Just a towel. His long hair is damp and pushed back and his dark beard contrasts his bright blue eyes as he aims the lens of his phone at himself in the mirror. His stomach is ridged with muscle, his chest trimmed with hair that trails down, and the towel hangs low, giving a generous hint of his pelvis. The vee above the fabric feels overly salacious.
“Doll?” You hear the low tone of his voice and make yourself look away. You raise the phone again to your ear. “Everything okay? You got really quiet.”
“I...”
“You like what you see?” He asks coyly.
You put your hand to your forehead, your flesh is fiery. It’s so much so fast. Just that morning, you’d convinced yourself you would never see or talk to him again. And now he’s sending you pictures like that and... flirting with you?
“Yes,” you eke out then cover your mouth. He snickers and you clear your throat before you peel your hand away, “sorry, I mean... you’re... you... you must work out.”
“Doll, you’re too adorable,” he says.
You don’t say a word. You’re mortified. He knew you saw that. He knows you’ve seen him like that. He sent it!
It’s all too much. You’re lightheaded. You rub your chin and shiver.
“I should... sleep.”
“Mm, me too,” he says, “hopefully I dream of you.”
You giggle nervously, “really?”
“Sure, doll. All I can do is dream. Until tomorrow,” he sighs, “and what about you? You gonna dream about me?”
You squeak and stammer, “I... I... I...”
He laughs again, “you really are so cute in those pajamas.”
“Please,” you blurt out, “delete it.”
“Now, why would I do that?” He challenges.
“I don’t... know.”
“I love it,” he insists, “you’re not deleting mine, are you?”
“N-no, no, I’ll keep it.”
“Hm, good,” he intones, “it’s all for you so don’t you go showing me off to all your friends.”
It’s your turn to laugh. “Promise, I won’t.” If only he knew you don’t have any friends to show.
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different anon here but I absolutely loved the voice kink post, could I maybe ask for a little of spin off of that, and if you feel comfortable could I ask Gojo, Geto and Nanami separately with a reader who is into degradation? Especially the one mixed with praise like how much of a good cocksleeve they are for the boys?
Voice Kink?! (Part Two)
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, FAB!Reader
Word Count: 4,550
Warnings: degradation, cursing, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (M +F Receiving), spicy smut!
A/N: all three parts are a continuation of Part One! Please enjoy! I hope I did okay with the degradation! 😅
Part One
Gojo Satoru:
It had been about two weeks since your boyfriend found you listening to your smutty audiobook. That night, you had rough and passionate sex until either of you could function like normal human beings. Seeing how squirmy and turned on you got just by the sound of his voice gave Satoru a sure confidence boost! You didn't need smutty ASMR clips or audiobooks. All you needed was him.
At least, that's what he'd assumed.
So imagine his surprise when the two of you were at the gym. He was doing the leg press while you worked on the stationary bike. He glanced over at you; he held up two fingers, letting you know he had two sets left to do. But when he looked at your face, it wasn't the face of someone working out hard. No Gojo knew that face better than anyone else.
The way you bit down on your bottom lip with narrowed eyes, how you were in the process of doing your own leg presses, squeezing your thighs together, rubbing them gently, trying to be subtle, but failing miserably. You were horny, and from the earbuds in your ears, Gojo knew you were once again listening to your smutty stories.
That knowledge alone had him disregarding his final two sets, rushing to wipe down the equipment before he towered over you. Gojo smirked coldly the second you turned to acknowledge him. His eyes were dark; his jaw was clenched tight as a vein in his forehead poked out.
“Come on, sweetheart, I think we’ll finish my workout at home.”
He didn't emphasize that his workout would be you. The second you stepped into the apartment, Satoru was on you. His hands tugged your sweaty gym clothes off, yanking the seat belt off your waist. You giggled, not realizing he was upset, until he pushed you toward the living room, bending you over the coffee table.
“Satoru—?” you hesitantly ask, “Uhm, baby?”
His foot kicks your knees apart before his hands tug your tight gym pants down past your thighs, pooling them around your knees. “Yes, slut?” Your pussy throbbed as you turned to look over your shoulder at him.
“W-Well, that wasn't very nice!”
“Oooh and you think rubbing those cute little thighs together at the gym was nice? Stimulating my pussy out in public here, anyone could see? Like a dirty fucking slut?”
Satoru isn't blind; he sees how you rock your hips. “I-I wasn't—” Smack! “Ah!” you cry out, rocking your hips forward as Satoru spanks you again.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't lie to me, sweetheart~ you've been such a bad girl, haven't you? Listening to those nasty books in public~ getting all wet because someone is whispering dirty things in that ear?” Satoru smacks your ass again. “What a nasty fucking slut.”
Your panting, pressing your ass back against him, desperate for him to touch you. “Y-Yes, I was listening to my book~ wh-while watching you work out!” The hand on your ass trails down, plunging two fingers inside of your tight heat. “N-nngh!!” you cry out, gripping the edge of the coffee table for support.
“Imaging me fucking you~? Whispering those dirty, smutty things in your ear?” You can't speak as he rubs your g-spot, wet, squelching sounds flooding the room. “Ah~ does it feel so good my little slut can't answer?” Satoru’s tongue runs up the nape of your neck before leaning in next to your ear. “Don’t worry~ you don't have to answer because this needy little cunt is doing all the talking for you.”
The wet squelches got louder as Satoru finger fucks you faster. You're crying out, digging your manicured nails into the wood grain. Seeing you in such a messy and desperate has Satoru yanking his fingers out of your pussy before tugging his sweats down. His fat throbbing cock rubbing over your ass.
“Mhmm, you like this~ you like it when I call you out for being such a dirty whore~ god, what am I going to do with you, huh?” Pre-cum is smeared all over your ass before Satoru grabs it by the base, prodding the leaking tip against your entrance. “Maybe I should fuck you like the whore you are.”
“Fuckin do it!”
You cried out, rocking back, trying to get him inside of you. Your boyfriend smirked, eyebrows raising at you futilely. He cooed, squeezing your ass, watching you blindly, trying to get him to fuck you. You were so desperate and horny; you always got worked up when he talked nasty to you.
“Oh, come on slut~ use me like a dildo~ come on, you can do it.”
“Torruu~ Toru, please!”
“Nu-uh—put your back into it, fuck yourself.”
Sighing in defeat, you reached between your legs, easing his cock inside of you with a whine. You pushed yourself back further, slowly fucking yourself back and forth on him. Satoru smugly smirked as you rocked yourself; His hands groped at your ass, massaging it, “What a good girl~ fucking herself on my cock like the slut she is~! Does that feel good~?” his words had you whining, nodding your head as you began to rock back harder against him.“Mmmh fuck pretty girl~ your ass is rippling with each thrust~ good girl~!” Satoru grits his teeth as you clench down around him, milking him. “N-Nnngh!” Those warm large hands that had been eagerly massaging the fat of your ass move to grip your hips instead.
“S-Satoru—please! Please!”
“Please, what?” Your boyfriend's voice is husky as he groans, pressing himself all the way into you, his cock hitting your cervix.
“Please fuck me!”
“Since my slutty girlfriend begged so prettily, I guess I can give her what she wants.”
Without another word, Satoru’s cock slides out the tip threatening to pop out of your tight heat before slamming back in with a force that rocks the table. Your eyes widen, mouth agape in a silent scream as he hits your g-spot and cervix with a single thrust. He pulls back out again before slamming into you harder. Satoru’s fingers grip your hips so hard it stings, but it's a pain you welcome.
“Look at you~ getting yourself fucked stupid.” You clamp down harder while pathetically whimpering against the table. “But you do it so well~! Taking my cock so fucking good! Like you were made for it slut.” You whine louder with a string of ‘yes’ leaving your lips that has his cock twitching and hardening inside of your wet walls. “Such a good little slut~ I should thank you for being such a dirty whore in public fuuuck shouldn't I?”
“T-Toru!”
“Well, thank you~ sweetheart, for being such a good little slut and getting off in public!” One of his hands leaves your hip, grabbing your head and pressing it against the table. “Haaah! Hah fuck~! Fuuuuck d-don’t I deserve a thank you~? Hmm? For fucking you like you wanted?”
His hips are moving like a jackhammer, plowing you hard, hitting all of the right spots while moving the coffee table against the floor with each thrust. You cry out with tears as you drool against the table's surface. He’s losing control, his dicks expanding, fingers twitching as he whines. God, this was so good. Your twitch convulsed around him, screaming out loud.
“T-Thank you! Thank you, Toru!! I-Im c-cu—”
“That's right, cum for me slut,” he groans through clenched teeth, “cum all over my cock!” As Satoru feels you clamping around him, he growls, dropping his head against your shoulder as you squirt hard, soaking the floor. Your boyfriend whines, lips brushing against your skin. “G-Good girl~! Fuck~! Good fuckin’ girl~! Milk my cock! That’s it!” His hips are erratic as he lets out a loud whine before cumming deep inside of you. Spurts of hot cum make your cry softly as Gojo fills you to the absolute brim, his hips weakly rocking into you, pushing his cum further inside until he stops, sighing heavily.
You lay there against the table as Satoru groans above you. His glossy lips gently move over your sweat-sheen skin. His hands gently massage your waist as he trails kisses up your back. You hum contentedly as you turn your head, kissing him softly. His lips move lazily against yours before he sighs.
“Now that was a cool down.” He kisses you again, pulling out of you gently before lifting you. “Let's get showered and crawl in bed.” there wasn't a single complaint from you as Satoru carried you to the bathroom.
Geto Suguru:
The glass is so cold against your breasts as Suguru rocks his hips against you. Since you left the work function, he'd been eagerly rushing to get you home. And now that he had you in the comfort of your home, he wouldn’t hold back.
“A-Ah Suguru!” you cry out as his large hand tangles in your hair, pulling your face away from the window and overlooking the street before you. “D-Do we have to do it right here?”
His intoxicating earthy musk flooded your senses as he purred into your ear, lips brushing against your earlobe. “What was that? Is my little slut shy now?” the degrading words had your eyes rolling back. His hands pushed your skirt up, pooling it around your hips. “You were so needy at the party, and now that we're in the comfort of our home, you're suddenly shy?” Your husband took your earlobe between his teeth and nibbled on it. “Or did squirting on my fingers satisfy you enough?”
“N-No, that’s fuck—that’s not it.”
“Oooh? Then what is it?”
“T-The neighbors might see.”
Dark strands of hair fall over your shoulder as your husband laughs. For a second, the finest of seconds, you believe he might let you go and drag you to the bedroom. But instead, his hands leave your hips, trailing up to your breasts where he yanks your bra down, exposing your tits. Your gas before he shoves you against the window, breast squeezing against the cool surface.
“But you weren't so shy at the party. So why is it my cocksleeve is so shy now?”
Your loving husband never called you such derogatory things before. For him to call you such nasty words, well, unfortunately, it had a fire burning between your legs. You liked the side of him, hearing him call you his cocksleeve, knowing that he saw you as his, and his alone had your chest heavy with arousal. It was so hot you rubbed your thighs together, a movement that did not go unnoticed by your husband.
“My oh my, what a night this has turned out to be,” he growled in your ear, his hands slowly trailing back down your curves, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your underwear. “First, I learned that you get off to the sound of my voice, and now I can see you getting off to me degrading you?”
“C-Cant help it, Sugu—” your husband watched you rock back, “you're so hot, I get wet over everything you do.”
“Oh?” RIIIIP!! You gasped, feeling your laced underwear fall to the floor underneath you. “Looks like my slutty wife finally learned how to tell the truth.”
The next thing you manage to hear over your heavy breathing is the sound of Suguru’s belt being unbuckled and his zipper being pulled down. Your breath fogs up the window as Suguru’s thick fat cock prods at your tight entrance teasing your needy hole. God, you wanted him so bad; if he didn't get inside of you, STAT, you might lose your mind.
“M-Mmmhm fuck~ Suguru~”
“Shhh~ I know what my little fucktoy needs.” he spits into the palm of his hand, coating his cock with saliva. “Does my little cum slut want my load? Hmm? Is that it bitch?” He presses his cock against your e trance, the tips slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscles.
“P-Please, I want it, I need it, Sugu.” the feeling of the tip of his cock pushing inside of you has you slamming your hands against the window. “Oooh fuck!”
Suguru trails hot open, mouthed kisses down your neck with a grunt. “You need it~? You want to be my fuck toy; are you going to be a good girl and allow me to fill you with my cum? Fuck it into you so deep it seeps out of you all night? Is that what you want?” He slides in only an inch. “Use your big girl words and tell me.” Even without an answer, Suguru pushes in further, growling against your sensitive, heated skin.
“P-please want it! I wanna be filled.”
“Ooh, what a good little slut telling me what she fucking wants.” Suguru slammed into you all at once, filling you to the brim. Your eyes went wide, and a wheezed whine escaping Suguru roughly began fucking into you from behind. “Such a desperate cum hungry whore~ getting off to the sound of my voice~ talking to her like a common whore.”
Your husband likes seeing you so flushed and turned on. How you slid your hands down the window, your moans fogging up the window panel as he sucked in a breath through his teeth. Hearing the gasps and moans had him fuckinf into you earnestly, his eyes narrowing as he reached around toying with your clit, as the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight against his chest, allowing his throbbing cock to push further inside of you.
“Look at you are taking this dick like a good slut, taking it so deep~ I wonder if you could see me bulge in your tummy~?” he rests his chin on your shoulder, trying to look. “Awe, you tightened around me. Like a good girl~ your pussy is so honest.”
“S-Suguru!” drool seeps out of the corner of your mouth, “Sugu~!”
His thrusts are deep, each drag of his velvety cock hitting your sweet spots, making you cry out louder as your eyes roll back into your head. You felt so good, and seeing you in such a state had your husband bucking his hips faster, pressing you harder against the glass, leaving your breasts on perfect display for any poor soul that decided to walk by, but that was the fun of it. Not only was Sugurh’s dirty talk getting you going, but the possibility of having someone see you like this made you all the wetter.
The feeling of your slick and his ore-cum coating his cock had Suguru nipping at your shoulders. “That's it~ take every inch of my cock~ god, you nasty little bitch, getting me all worked up at the party~ making me fuck you here against the window like some run-of-the-mill slut instead of my loving wife.” he chuckled against your skin. “But you like this, don't you? Like the possibility of getting caught? Having our neighbors who view you as a sweet loving wife see what a hungry cock slut you are for your husband.”
“Y-Yes! Yes, I want that.”
“Mhmm~ good girl~ good fucking girl so honest~!” his hips move fast, slamming you against the wall with each thrust, drawing cries of pleasure out of you. “That’s it~ that’s it~ fuuuuck your cunt is milking me~ nnngh! So good, baby~ so fucking good~!”
Why was he so hot?! He didn’t have to do much to get you all worked up. Suguru had that effect on you, and he knew it from the way your knees buckled as his fingers rubbed your clit in circles.
“ I-I’m gonna cum! Ooooh fuck I’m gonna cum so hard!”
“Yeah? Gonna squirt for me again, princess~?” You nod, arching back. “So good~ do it slut cum for me, cum all over our window~ just show our neighbors just how fucking slutty you are for your husband.”
Not needing to be told twice, you screamed, head thrown back, resting against Suguru’s shoulder as you squirted all over the window. The sight of your cum slowly dripping down its surface was enough to send your husband over the same orgasmic cliff. His his stuttered as he sunk his teeth into your skin, biting you as he fucked his thick cum inside of you, pushing it in as deep as he possibly could.
“Cummin~ oooh fuck I’m cumming, princess~!” He groaned as he pulled back away from the bite mark. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Only once you both are done shaking does Suguru pull out of you. He quickly pulls the curtain shut before he leans against it, cradling you gently against his chest. His voice is deep and smooth as he hums your name over and over again as the last waves of your orgasms pass.
“Princess, mmm, you’re utterly insatiable.” He groans as he pulls out of you. “God, I love you.”
“I love you too, Sugu~ god, I love it when you talk dirty to me like that.”
“Oh really?”
“Mhmm~ makes me wet and needy.”
Suguru has you over his shoulder in one swoop, carrying you towards the bedroom. “Good. I hope you’re ready to soak the bed because I’m not even close to being done with you.” In that instant, you were so glad you had invested in a waterproof mattress cover.
Nanami Kento:
“Look at the mess you made.” you’re on your knees, looking up at your boyfriend who towers above you. His hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking it as he motions towards the wet spot on his suit pants. A mess that was caused by yourself when you squirted all over his cock at the school. Didn't warn you not to make a mess?”
Nanami strokes himself up and down, squeezing at the tip of his cock. His head tilts back as a bead of pre-cum dribbles out of the tip. If you knew, this was where you would end up after blatantly disobeying him, you might’ve reconsidered your choices. All you wanted to do was to take him into your mouth and him like he had done for you. But you had made a mess all over his final pursuit; he had decided to pleasure himself above you.
“Such a disobedient whore of a girlfriend I have.” He grunts, stroking himself faster. “Getting off to me shouting, then she has the indecency of begging for me to fuck her on school grounds.”
“Kento please—just let me—” you read your hand up to grip his shaft, only to have your hand watered away by Nanami’s left hand. “Please I wanna make you feel good!”
Nanami chokes on a moan, his eyes rolling back as he strokes his cock faster. “Then perhaps instead of being a dirty needy slut, you should’ve considered what may have happened once we got home. I was planning fully on fuck you into the mattress. But someone was impatient, needy, and desperate for my cock like the whore she is.” You whine at the derogatory terms he’s throwing at you. It makes your pussy throb, eager to please him for him to use you and call you such things. But for him to stand above, you jerking himself off above your face. This was like torturous foreplay, like edging.
“Kento I’m sorry!” Nanami glances down at your face watching as you stick your bottom lip out in a pout. “Please let me help you! I’ll let you use my mouth, please!”
“Now you’re begging for it like some cum thirsty, bitch in heat?”
“Yes! Yes, I’m begging for it! I want you so bad~ please Kento~ please.”
“Please what?”
“Please let me suck you off!”
Your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing as you continued to stare up at your boyfriend. His gaze softens just a bit, as he hums, taking in your needy desperate appearance. You're squirming, pushing your thighs together, your hands gripping at your pants, as an outlet for all of the desire coursing through your veins. As much as Nanami would have loved to keep this act up, stroking his cock, making you suffer, he couldn't deny that he would much rather use you.
Nanami grunted, stepping closer to you, holding his cock out in front of your mouth. “You begged so nicely, it would be such a shame not to reward you.” He rubbed the tip of his cock over your bottom lip. “Now open up, and say ahh~”
“Ahh~!”
Nanami grunted, shoving his cock deep inside of your throat without any warning. Your eyes went wide as you choked around him, gagging as he gripped the sides of your face. Tears blurred your vision as you focused on exhaling through your nose at the sudden intrusion of his covk kissing the back of your throat.
“Oh fuck~ I thought my dirty need slut wanted me to fuck her mouth?” a blond eyebrow arched as you hummed around his shaft. “You're such a dirty girl~ are you thirsty for my cum?” You hummed again, glancing up at him as the tears spilled over your cheeks. “Then be a good girl for once in your pathetic life and take it all.”
Nanami pulled his cock out of your mouth before slamming it back in the tip, kissing the back of your throat deliciously. You choked and gagged but focused your attention on breathing through your nose and it attempt not to gag. Even though you put in your best effort not to gag around your boyfriends cock, you choked, gurgling around, winning, satisfied, groan from above you. Nanami sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it as he set a pace, one that had your clenching, as your arousal soaked your underwear.
“Oooh that's it, just like that dirty little slut. Oooh, haaah fuck~!” You gagged more, moaning as he gripped both sides of your face and we can fucking you. His cock slipped down the back of your throat, causing more tears to stream down your face. “Such a good girl. Take my cock like some fucking whore. But you’re not just any common fucking whore are you? No, you’re my whore.”
You cried out softly nodding as he gripped your face harder, facing your mouth faster. “M-mmm! Ngggh!” you gagged, shutting your eyes tight in pure concentration.
“Oh fuck, fuck you're doing such a good job~ like my own little personal fleshlight~ so good pretty girl~ So. Fucking. Good.” With each thrust you could feel Nanami’s cock getting harder, growing in size as his cock dribbled sweet pre-cum all over your tongue, feeding your lust. “Ah~ shit~ love~!”
Your gagging and moans, drew Nanmi’s attention down. As he fucked your face he watched your eyes shut tight, as your nostrils flared as you struggled to breath through your nose. But the flush that dusted your beautiful skin, told him you were getting off on this as much as he was. His voice, the way he spoke down to you as he fucked your face. All of these factors put together was driving you mad. Thinking about how wet you must be had Nanami yanking his cock out of your mouth.
You coughed roughly drool and precum dripping down your chin as Nanami yanked you up pulling you on to your feet dragging you into the bedroom. He laid down on his back patting his chest as he wrapped his hand around his shaft. You watched him for a moment before he growled grabbing you with his freehand pulling you onto the bed.
“Sit on my face while you suck my cock. I want to taste you.”
“Y-Yes sir!”
A pleased hum of approval sounded in Nanami’s chest as you slipped out of your shorts. “Ooh looks like my little slut can follow simple directions.” You straddled his face, your cheeks burning as you bent forward taking his cock inside of your mouth, just as Nanami spread your folds apart, watching your entrance twitch as you gagged on him. By god, your slick coated your pussy, you really loved him talking down to you.
“Mhmm~” he ran his tongue slowly over your slit, licking from your dripping entrance all the way to your clit. “Fuck~ my dirty girl tastes so good.” his tongue repeated the same movements as you began deep-throating him. “Mmhm~ fucn~ fuck so sweet~ you're getting wetter~ you like sucking on your man’s cock that much hub? Yeah you ducking do.”
“Gahh~” you gagged around him as he began bucking his hip up into your mouth. His cock slid down the back of your throat, as he slipped his tongue inside of your cunt, lapping at the warm spongy walls, groaning as your juices coated his tongue. “Mmm~!!”
Nanami groaned from below you, his face buried deep between your legs as you bobbed up and down, groaning and moaning around his throbbing shaft. Hearing the desperation in you moans, feeling your mouth wrapped so tightly around him, had Nanami moving just as eagerly as you, tongue swirling inside you, the tip rubbing perfectly over that sweet spot deep inside of your, as he reached his hand between your bodies rubbing circles around your clit.
“Mhmm~ fuck~ fuck yes what a good girl~ suckjng my cock so good evening with my tongue buried inside her pussy. Mmm.” Lips replaced his fingers as he sucked on your clit. “Fuck yeah~ mhmm my dirty girl~ suck my cock~ keep it up~ I'm almost there~!”
Your boyfriend dick throbbed deep inside of your mouth as his orgasm crept up on him. He groaned, as you cupped his balls massaging them
In your hands. And that, along with a loud moan around his aching dick has cum filling your mouth. The sweet-salty tang coats your tongue as you try to swallow, but that's a little difficult. Nanami is moaning into your pussy as bucks his hip, losing himself in his orgasm, pulling you down with him.
You cum all over his face, pulling off his dick in a miss of spit and cum. The mess you weren't able to swallow spills all over Nanami's abdomen, as you ride his tongue, crying out his name as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. And your boyfriend, oh he swallows every drop, lapping and flicking his tongue swallowing it down like it was the finest wine in the word. He only gives up his relentless efforts as when you pull away, fighting to free yourself from over stimulation.
“Haaah, haaah-fuck Kento.” you gasp out as he sits up your hip as positing you to sit on his lap with your back against his firm chest. “T-That felt s-so good.”
“Ooh~? Good, because we're just getting started.” his hardening erection rubs over your sore cunt, leaving you staring down in stunned silence: “ooh you didn't think that was your punishment for getting my suit dirty did you?”
“U-Uh—”
“Love, no, that was just a warm up.” he lovingly kissed your cheek turning you to face the mirror on your dresser. “You're in for a long night of making up for the mess you made, by making several messes of your own.”
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Drive Me Crazy
mechanic!Eddie x fem!reader
summary: Eddie hot wires your car with the intention to take it for a joy ride but you catch him before he can
You never liked getting gas late at night. Between the creepy lighting and the weirdos who roamed around the area, you never felt safe. But your car was very low on gas and wasn’t going to make it home so you could get gas in the morning. So, you took a chance and pulled it after work. Once you got your gas, you took a chance and went inside to get a snack for your ride home.
Eddie wouldn’t have considered himself a criminal, he just liked to hot wire cars for the adrenaline. He never stole them, he would just take them for a ride and then return them like nothing happened. It was just for fun, the thrill.
He was at the gas station for some coffee to keep him awake and had no intention of taking a joy ride, but then he saw your pretty cherry red car pull into the parking lot and he knew he had to take it for a spin.
He leaned against his bike as he watched you exit the vehicle, he almost felt bad thinking about how he really did want to take your car. You were pretty even with the angry look on your face. He honestly thought it was hot, actually.
Once you were inside, Eddie snuck over to your car and was delighted to see that you had left your window down, but had locked it which seemed silly to him, but now he didn’t have to use the coat hanger he kept around. He unlocked the door and crouched down to begin his work while keeping an eye on the door for you.
He snipped two of the wires and was so focused on getting the car to start up that he hadn’t even see you come back to your car. You stood behind him, waiting for him to notice you, but he didn’t look back until you spoke up.
“Having fun there?” You asked, tilting your head to the side while taking a sip from your slurpee. Eddie whipped around and put on his best smile, hoping that he could charm his way out of the situation, but judging by the unimpressed look on your face, you weren’t buying it.
“Is this your car?” He tried his best to put on an innocent look, but you weren’t buying that either.
“Mhm,” you nodded.
“Sorry, I thought it was a buddy of mines. He has the exact same car.” Did he really think you were going to believe that? Maybe it worked on other people, but definitely not you.
“Oh, so you think I’m an idiot, right?” Eddie actually thought you were pretty smart even after knowing you for a few minutes.
“Not an idiot, no.” There were a lot of people who Eddie would categorize as an idiot, but you were definitely not one of them.
“Then what? Stupid?” He just chuckled at that.
“Those are synonyms.”
“Whatever. Do you mind moving away from my car? What were you going to do? Steal it?” You put your free hand on your hip and he didn’t like that he was finding your anger hot.
“No, I was just going to take it for a joyride.” A joyride? Why would he just steal a random car to do that? You had seen him on his bike and that seemed like the ultimate joyride vehicle.
“Look, I have pepper spray so if you don’t get the fuck out of here, I will use it.” You really didn’t, you were just hoping that would scare him off. And it did. He stood up and you reached for your purse as he backed away.
“Alright, alright. I’m going.” He put his hands up in defense as he continued to back up to his bike. “Just so you know, I work at the shop downtown, so if this ever breaks down or if you need me in anyway, feel free to come on down,” he said with a wink and you just scoffed.
“No thanks. I can fix it myself.” With that, you got into your car and he got onto his bike, making sure to give you a wink before he put on his helmet and drove off.
You got into your car and slammed the door before hitting your head against the steering wheel repeatedly. Why was he flirting with you after he tried to take your car and why did you like it? Why did you find him attractive? God, this was getting way more complicated for your liking and you were so close to driving your car over there just to see him. Maybe if you got the guts, you would.
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Getting back to Normal (18)
Summary: Y/n and her boys enjoy the first day in their new house and get up to their usual shenanigan's
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I yawned loudly as I slowly cracked my eyes open with the sun spilling into the room, I could feel the skin around my mouth tightly stretching as I closed my mouth. My head was slightly spinning as I forced myself to set up from wherever I was, my back ached slightly, and I had to pause for a second before continuing to sit up straight. I looked at my surroundings. I was on the floor, surrounded by various cardboard boxes and paper, a pair of scissors and some tape.
I raised my hand to rub my head as I tried to remember what had happened. It was late, and I couldn't sleep. Looking around, pieces of last night kept coming into my brain until I finally remembered what happened. I must have fallen asleep when I was making those flowers. I thought to myself as I reached to pick up an intricate paper flower, followed by another and another. Right.
I looked up at the small clock I had on the wall, 8:27am, I wasn't asleep for long. I groaned as I lifted myself up off the floor, stumbling slightly, before I made my way out of the room and downstairs. I wasn't fully awake, so it wasn't surprising that I bumped into someone.
I gasp quickly as I feel myself collide with someone else, tumbling over and falling. I braced myself to hit the ground but felt my body spin before being held against someone else's.
“Are you alright? You need to watch where you’re going.” He joked at the end. I looked up at him and he looked back down at me, his black, rounded ears looking similar to a silhouette, His fluffy brown hair fell over his forehead and ended near his unmatching eyes. His lips pulled into a square smile, the cute moles that adorned them on full display.
I smiled before promptly apologising and laughing it off, he let me go and I stumbled slightly before regaining my balance. Me and Taehyung made our way into the kitchen, I wasn't so tired that I didn't notice his arm that never wavered from its position around my waist until we sat down.
I smiled up at Jin and Jungkook who were cooking in the kitchen in front of me, although Jungkook seemed to just be messing around despite Jin’s glare. I looked down as a cup was placed in front of me, I wrapped my hands around it, the warmth immediately transferring into my cold fingers. I looked up at the person who placed it in front of me, Hoseok gave me a knowing smile before he walked over to sit at the dining table with Taehyung and Jimin with his own cup and plate of food.
I wasn't overly hungry, but Jin made sure that I ate something before I left, which I was grateful for because I knew that not eating now would only result in me getting hangry later. I walked around for a little bit, the boy must have done some unpacking this morning as I could see more empty boxes folded up at the door and a few more things had been put out. I walked upstairs, still holding my mug, and then I went up to the top level.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I noticed someone else was already here, he was laying on the outside couch, his black tail resting over him, the sun rays casting over him like a golden blanket. He looked so peaceful.
“Yoongi?”
I watched as his tail moved and he opened his eyes, seeming to already be looking at me. I felt a twang of guilt for disrupting his peace, but it quickly faded away as he beckoned me over to him. I gladly walked over to him and sat down at the end on the outside couch.
I looked over the railings and the view was breathtaking. I could see our backyard and the forest it led into, it seemed to go on forever, tall pine trees littered the ground. Far away, where the stress ended, I could see a mountain with snowy peaks, it was beautiful. The serenity of this place was like no other, the air felt fresh, and it held a chill to it making me huddle my mug closer to my chest and squeeze my fingers around it harder.
I could hear the painting noise of the forest, birds flying about, chirping, and singing their little hearts away, I couldn't help the smile that spread on my lips as I took it all in. But soon I realised that I was most definitely not dressed to be on top of the roof, I shivered from the cold and took a sip from my mug, the hot liquid only doing so much to warm me.
Suddenly I felt a hand grab hold of the mug, my first instinct was to hold on tighter before I remembered that it was just Yoongi and I let him move it from my grasp, he placed it on the table in front of him.
“Come here.” He mumbled quietly, but still politely. I obliged and stood up and walked closer to him, I was surprised when he pulled me down into him on the couch. He wrapped one arm around me, pulling me closer to him and further onto the couch. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him move before draping a blanket over both of us, one that I hadn't even noticed before this.
It took a second before I fully relaxed into his hold, resting my head on the small cushion, and burying my face into his neck as I felt my body warm up. I heard him chuckle lightly and his chest rumbled, and he squeezed me slightly. I smiled as I closed my eyes. Sleep came to me quickly since I had only gotten around 2 or 3 hours last night.
I was comfortable in the cat hybrids hold, despite the cold air I was very warm and cosy, I could hear the rustle of trees and the chirping of birds, my soft breath mixed with Yoongi’s and his body didn't stop the faint quiet hum that helped lull me to sleep.
I felt the sun burning into my eyes through my eyelids. I whined out in annoyance as I tried my best to avoid the death ray by turning my head down and pushing it against Yoongi, who was still laid in front of me. I heard his chuckle and his chest moved from the sound.
I wasn't ready to get up, I could lay down with yoongi and bask in the sun for hours, I didn't want to get up. But yoongi obviously had other plans.
“C’mon, let’s get you up now.” He spoke as he shuffled and sat himself up before pulling me along with him. I tried to flop back down and make it harder for him to carry me, but he wouldn't budge. He laughed at my stubbornness as I glared at him, I could feel that my hair was messy, and my eyes had not fully adjusted to the light so I was squinting a lot.
I pulled myself to stand up fully and i leaned on him, resting my head on the front of his shoulder, I grumbled about how I didn't want to get up, but he insisted, in one hand he held the mug I had brought up here, and the other one he held onto my hand with, lacing his fingers with mine before guiding me down the stairs in my tired state.
It must have been around lunch time by now as when we got to the ground level of the house, I could smell Seokjin’s cooking, and I could hear Taehyung and Jimin arguing over something. We both walked into the kitchen, and I was feeling more awake now. Yoongi led me over to sit down on the couch, he tapped my shoulder affirmingly, and I gave him a reassuring smile before he walked into the kitchen, putting my now old mug in the sink.
I pulled my legs up onto the couch and curled them to my side as I looked at the boys. They were both having a ‘discussion’ about something, I glanced over to the tv where the credits for ‘Mulan’ were playing, indicating that they had just finished the movie.
“Snow white is the best Disney princess. She is the prettiest.” Taehyung argued to Jungkook, an over exaggerated expression on his face.
“No, she’s not! Sleeping beauty is literally ' ‘The fairest of them ALL’. ” Jungkook defended whilst throwing his arms around in the air as he stood right in front of Taehyung.
“She pricked her fingers on a spinning wheel!” Taehyung yelled. I stared wide eyes at the both of them as I was utterly confused. Why are they arguing about Disney princesses? And wasn't ‘Mulan’ the movie that was just on? I stayed quiet as I turned back to the TV. It was Mulan’s movie that had finished playing, but as I watched their ‘recently watched’ I saw a plethora of Disney princess movies.
“I’m too tired for this.” I mumbled,barely above a whisper.
They continued to throw insults at both each other and the princess they had deemed their favourite until Jin yelled at them from across the house, and at that they finally calmed down just as Jimin made his way down the stairs, his eyes widening as he saw me. His tail wagged quickly, and his ears perked up as he walked faster over to me, I smiled back at him as he stood behind where I was seated on the couch.
He leaned on the back of the couch and draped his arms over my shoulder before linking them loosely in front of my chest. I reached up one hand and softly held on to his arm as we both looked over at the youngest hybrids.
“Who’s your favourite, Y/n? Sleeping beauty, or snow white?” Taehyung asked me while placing his hands under his chin and smiling as he said his preferred princess.
“Uhm, I like Tiana.” I said to them, not thinking much about my answer. Both the boys seemed annoyed at my answers but before they could answer Jimin cut them off.
“My favourite princess is Y/n.” He said through a muffled voice as his face was buried in my hair, my face heated up slightly at what he said.
Jungkook spluttered over his words before accusing Jimin of ‘cheating’ which made the both of us laugh out loud. The bunny hybrid tried to change his answer by saying that I was now his favourite, but Jimin said that he wasn't sharing. Me and Taehyung laughed at the other two as they began bickering, Jimin held on to me tighter as Jungkook tried to pull me away.
I gasped out loud as I felt Jimin move his hand down to my waist before he lifted me up into his arms, he moved one hand under my legs and the other behind my back as he pulled me close to his chest and took a few steps back while he regained his balance.
I laughed as I instinctively wrapped my hands around his neck, turning away from him back to the others. Taehyung was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, still laughing, Jungkook seemed shocked as he stared at me.
“You cannot have her. She is mine.” Jimin declared proudly, not waiting a second for Jungkook to catch up, he bolted out of the room whilst still holding me tightly. I pulled my face into his chest before peeking over his shoulder, where I saw Jungkook running after us. Jimin slowed down as he opened the back door, running out and going around the house on the porch.
I could hear Jimin’s giggling as he continued to evade Jungkook, who was most definitely catching up to us. We went past the window to the kitchen, and I briefly saw the others looking at us confused. I jolted around as Jimin got down the stairs only getting a few feet into the backyard before Jungkook came barrelling into us knocking us both onto the cold grass.
The yard erupted into laughter as the three of us collapsed on the grass. It took a second but eventually I hauled myself upwards and glanced over at the other two, Jimin, yelled at the youngest, stopping in his sentence to keep laughing. Jungkook just laughed at the elder as he rolled over on the grass. I glanced over to the door and saw Jin and Yoongi rush out, followed by a barely able to stand Taehyung. I gave them a quick thumbs up letting them know that we were all okay and I watched as their concerned expressions turned into smiles.
The 3 of us picked ourselves up and made our way into the kitchen. I plopped down onto a chair next to Namjoon as I caught my breath. Jin has just finished cooking as I spotted a few plates full of food. Before I could ask for my own, a plate was already placed inside of me, I smiled up at Hoseok and thanked him and Jin for the food before I started eating.
The food was nice and warm, perfect for the cold weather we were having, soon enough everyone sat down and started eating and talking. It was a relaxing lunch, we talked about the house, and Jungkook brought up the Disney princesses again, and we decided that we would have to go shopping soon for a few more things and we needed more winter clothes.
“Can we have cake?” Taehyung asked with his mouth still full, he glanced between me and Jin as he asked, Jin sighed but before he could say anything I spoke up.
“Sure, you can help me make one after lunch.” I said, it had been a while since I last cooked something at home since Jin did most of it now, so I was more than happy to bake something for everyone. “A cake to celebrate.”
After that I decided to take a quick shower and do my hair while the others finished lunch. My bathroom always looked like a cyclone had gone through it after I got clean and did my hair, so I took a few minutes to tidy it up. I dressed myself in a pair of long leggings and a random shirt I had tucked away in my drawer. I slid on some slippers before making my way downstairs.
I walked into the kitchen and spotted Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook standing around. I smiled at them as I began getting the ingredients and supplies out and turning on the oven. Namjoon suggested that he help decorate the cake rather than cook it since he didn't want to mess it up. I grinned at him, completely understanding what he meant, and how could you possibly mess up decorating a cake anyways?
I watched and Jungkook was cracking the eggs while Taehyung reread the instructions I had scribbled down. The first egg went in without a problem, Jungkook turned to face me, looking away from the bowl as he went to crack the second egg. We both turned to look at Taehyung as we heard his shriek of disgust, I peered over and looked into the bowl, I covered my mouth as I saw what had happened.
“You cracked the egg on my hand!” He exclaimed while still holding his hand over the bowl and giving Jungkook a bewildered look, his hand was dripping with the gooey, clear raw egg.
“Why was your hand in the bowl?” Kook asked nonchalantly.
“I was getting the shell out since you got some in the cake.”
“Well, that was silly.” Jungkook sassed back to Taehyung, me and Namjoon were both quietly laughing at the harmless squabble between the 2. “Do you even know how to bake?”
Taehyung let out an exaggerated gasp as he pulled his hand up to his chest and acted offended. “You…” He started slowly sneering. “You disrespect me, you disrespect my family, you disrespect my cow… how could you?”
“Why I outta-” Jungkook began winding his arm up in circles like a cartoon.
“Alright, that's enough Disney movies for you too.” I announced as I pushed my way between them, I looked down at the bowl and softly picked out the piece of shell, popped it in the bin, and started mixing the cake batter. I saw from the corner of the eyes the men give each other a faux glare before moving and washing up, I looked up and Namjoon who sat across me, he sighed before shaking his head and placing it into his palm, but I could see the corner of his mouth curve into a smile.
Thankfully, the rest of the baking process went well, the cake was in the oven, and it had just a few minutes left before it would be done, and we had gone to the lounge room and joined Hoseok, Yoongi and Jimin on the couch. I walked over and found my place between Yoongi and Jimin. I rested my head on Yoongi's lap and my legs over Jimin’s. I looked over to Hobi, who seemed engrossed in the nature documentary they were playing, giving the T.V his complete attention. I don't know if he even noticed us joining him.
I relaxed into the soft atmosphere as I felt Yoongi rest his hand and my hair and slowly pulled his fingers through it while Jimin rested his hand over my thigh, rubbing small meaningless patterns with his thumb, Taehyung sat down on the beanbag in the middle of the room facing the tv.
I watch as a tiny baby frog crawled its way out of a small pond filled with various plants and lilies on the tv, it hoped around a few times as the camera shots changed angels, the iconic sound of David Attenborough’s voice filled my ears, I used to love watching his documentaries when I was younger, late at night with a tub of ice cream curled up on my couch, by myself or with Ms. Chiyo.
I blinked a few times before looking around in confusion as the screen had just completely turned black and shut down, Hobi sat up slowly before quickly looking around and patting the couch around him trying to find the remote. I watched curiously as something caught my eye, 2 brown bunny ears perked up from behind the couch and were slowly moving away from where Hoseok sat.
“Jungkook?” I was confused. Everyone turned to where I had loosely pointed, and the situation became pretty clear. Hobi relaxed before sticking his hand over the other side of the couch and waiting patiently.
“Give. Me. The. Remote.” He demanded calmly, within seconds the remote had popped up along with a hand that placed it into Hobi’s. I watched as the ears shrank down until I could no longer see them. I turned back towards the TV as Hobi started up the TV again and the documentary came back on, but now it was focused on a mother fox and her young cubs in a snowy forest.
It felt like no time had passed and it was time to decorate the cake that we had been cooking, I did a base coat before we made coloured icing and put it in piping bags, Namjoon had a light blue, Jungkook had purple, and Taehyung had a leafy green colour. The plan was to pipe some flowers and leaves over the cake. I was equipped with a knife and white frosting to help with damage control.
I taught Namjoon and Jungkook how to pipe some basic flowers on the cake, and most of them came out okay with a very lopsided one, but that's okay. I showed Taehyung how to make leaves and small decorations and he was doing alright at it, I did happen to notice the significantly less amount of frost he had now than when I gave the bag to him, but I didn't have time to focus on it as Namjoon starting panic over a flower that had ‘jumped of the side’ of the cake.
The cake was looking good, and I was able to cover up a few small mistakes, and although it wasn't perfect I didn't mind because it was worth every second to see the proud looks that they each had as the looked at their handy work, and Namjoon’s face when he was concentrating warmed my heart. That was until something fell onto the cake, right in the centre of it, I didn't have time to cover my face and I felt icing splatter onto it.
I blinked a few times as I tried to not get icing in my eyes, I looked down at the cake, the entire top of the cake and being covered in green icing, I reached out towards the cake and another splat of green frosting landed on my hand. Slowly, I looked up towards the roof, stuck onto the roof was a glob of green frosting, a few more small pieces of frosting fell down and I stepped back.
I turned to face Taehyung, the clear culprit, as he was the one with the green frosting bag. He hesitantly looked down and towards me, giving me a boxy smile as he slightly shrugged his shoulders.
“How did you even get frosting on the ceiling?” I asked, only half expecting an answer from the guilty hybrid. He just looked back at the cake then glanced up at the others, Namjoon seemed to be in shock as he looked down at his once beautiful flower. Jungkook glared right at Taehyung, within seconds he dropped his piping bag and ran around the counter to catch him.
Those two started chasing each other around and eventually outside, I couldn't hold in my laughter as I giggled at what had happened before reaching out to Namjoon, wrapping my smaller hands around his big ones, and reassuring him that we could still fix it, he was eager to fix the cake and so while the younger 2 were chasing each other, me and Namjoon started fixing the cake.
It was later that night after dinner when we all sat down to eat the cake for dessert, me and Namjoon were able to fix it by taking some of the excess icing off and piping more flowers onto. The cake was great, and everyone was enjoying it, except for Taehyung, who was cleaning up the roof in the kitchen, along with Jungkook’s help, but eventually they did come and join us and got their own slice.
I will admit that watching a giant panther chase after a small bunny and then the bunny jumping on its back, was one of my favourite things that had happened today. I made my way to my bedroom and opted to take another shower to make sure I had washed off all of the icing. I felt my body relax as the warm water ran through my hair and onto my scalp, my showers had become hotter recently since I wanted to stay warmer for longer after leaving the steamy bathroom.
I hummed a small tune to myself as I brushed my teeth and applied my face cream, making sure I had done everything and looked like a glazed donut. My room was lowly illuminated by fairy lights and small lamps. It was a little chilly but having my window closed definitely helped. I finished doing my hair as I sat down on my bed and put my phone on my table.
I snuggled deeper into my bed, various pillows and blankets surrounding me, becoming messy and disorganised as I tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. I finally found the perfect position, I pulled the blankets up higher to my face and closed my eyes as I let sleep find me.
Turns out sleep has no sense of direction and got lost.
I groaned as I threw the covers over me and started senselessly kicking to get them off me. My annoyance made my skin feel weird and I couldn't stand the feeling of the blankets at that moment. I rubbed my eyes and crawled off my bed, dragged my feet to my door before deciding to head to the kitchen. I did my best to tiptoe around and not make any noise to hopefully not disturb the others.
I flicked on a small lamp in the kitchen which slightly illuminated the area, I opened the fridge and just stared at the contents of it. I wasn't even really hungry, I was just bored and frustrated. I sighed before closing the fridge again and turning around to place my elbows on the counter and leaning on it.
I froze in my spot as from the corner of my eyes I saw 2 piercing spots, I turned and realised that they were in fact eyes. I turned on another light that would allow me to see who it was, as the room exploded into a warm light, I saw who the eyes belonged to. I watched as the giant wolf yawned, his jaw opening wide and his tongue flicking out, I smiled at him as I made my way over to the couch.
I instinctively pushed my hand out to pet him and his head as I stood in front of him. “Couldn't sleep either, hey?” I asked with my voice sounding slightly croaky. Namjoon let out an agreeable whine as he chased around my hand that danced in front of him. I decided to sit down with him and immediately the hybrid wolf plopped down on top of me, his paws pushed in front of him as he rested his upper half on my thighs.
My hands quickly disappeared into the long fur on his back as I drew little patterns with my fingers while we both sat in a comfortable silence. “I’m still not used to this new house.” I chuckled. “That’s probably why I can't sleep. I lived in my apartment for a few years so it’s different having such a large house. It must be hard for you guys too.”
Namjoon let out a confused wolfy grunt before he lifted his head up and looked at me, his big eyes felt like they were piercing through me, I smiled at him with my eyes closed as I ruffled my hand over his head before lightly scratching behind his wolf ears.
He stood on all fours next to me and I looked at him confused. He started nudging me with his nose, I laughed at first until I realised he was trying to tell me something. Eventually I got the hint and I laid down on the couch, Namjoon easing coiled up beside me and rested his head in the dip of my waist. I giggled lightly and put my hand back on his head, slowly tracing patterns as we laid down.
I couldn't explain how or why Namjoon’s familiar scent of Lavender and Pine was still so strong in his wolf form, or why it made me feel calm and relaxed, but I honestly didn't care because I was beginning to get tired, and the sleep began swirling around in my mind like dark grey clouds in a storm. I managed to mumble a quiet ‘goodnight’ before I was devoured by the storm in my head.
A/n: Chapter 18!! It's crazy to think that I've already written 18 chapter of the fic (omg) but that means that we are getting closer to the end!! 12 chapters left after this one, I might be open to doing one-shots/scenarios set within this fic after i finish it, but only if you guys ask for them. This chapter is slightly more focus on the maknae's, but the next one will focus more on the hyung's. Anyways, I'm not sure what else to write... remember to check out my WIP post if your interested in anything that I've been working on! and apart from that... I hope everyone has a great day or night, or wherever you are reading from, Thank you all so much for reading! 💜💜💜
#bts x reader#bts imagines#jungkook x reader#jungkook imagine#lillsisamarshmallow#hybrid!bts x reader#lills bts#lills kpop#lillswrites#lills 7 hybrids moved in with me#hoseok imagine#7hmiwm#hoseok x reader#jimin x reader#namjoon x reader#seokjin x reader#taehyung x reader#bts ff#yoongi x reader#bts fic#bts hybrid au#namjoon imagine#seokjin imagine#yoongi imagine#jimin imagine#taehyung imagine
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George Russell / Max Verstappen
Title: I can think of ways to make this less boring
Pairing: George Russell / Max Verstappen
Characters: George Russell, Max Verstappen
Prompt: Max has a lot of pent up boredom after a very boring race, George is very willing to help him out with it.
George had always been sort of a none event to Max, it's not that he didn't like him, they've had a few coming togethers over the years, mainly after the sprint race in Baku but nothing too serious and they had laughed it off pretty quickly. They had just been polite with each other and that was it, really.
But recently, Max had been scrolling through instagram and come across Aleix's instagram posts, and had respectfully, okay, unrespectfully watched a lot of George's arse content, he's a healthy gay male with needs, nothing wrong with that. Has George always had a great arse or is he just noticing this now? He had asked Lando, which had been very embarrassing conversation. "Eww, I don't want to talk about George's arse, mate."
And somehow, this is how he finds himself sneaking inside one of the rooms on the Mercedes yacht, George doesn't know he's here yet but he's expecting him, he's not some kind of sick pervert, despite the dirty thoughts in his head.
"That race was so boring, I wondered if you wanted to burn off some energy in another way." Max whispers into George's ear, his hands wrapping around his slender waist. "What did you have in mind?" George knows, but he just has to ask doesn't he? He doesn't seem startled by Max's sudden appearance.
Max presses his hips forward, cock bumping against the swell of George's ass. "Well, I've be up your arse for 77 laps, why not in a more physical manner?" George honest to god moans, he didn't think it would be this easy.
"Do you think i'm that easy?" George spins around, he gives himself away too easily, his pupils are blown wide with lust, his half hard cock is evident against his leggings. "Yes, exactly that." Max gives him the lightest push, and he falls back onto the bed, so pliant, so easy, long legs spread so wide, happy to take whatever Max is willing to give him.
Max jumps up onto the bed and settles himself down between George's legs, his hand ghosts over the now hard bulge in George's pants. "And you said, you are not easy?" Max chuckles. "So hard for me, and I haven't even done anything yet."
"Touch me, please." He begs so nicely, but Max is feeling a little bit mean, it had been so frustrating being stuck behind George for all those laps, not being able to overtake. It had been so boring, Max has a lot of pent up energy to use, now poor George will see just how frustrating it is.
Max grabs George's dick and squeezes him through the fabric of his pants, George protests and bucks his hips. "I need more, please." Max ignores him, and continues to stroke him through his clothes. George obviously isn't getting much pleasure out of it, judging by his frustrated withering underneath him.
"Take them off, please." George reaches down and pushes his fingers into the hem of his pants, only to have his hand slapped away. "So desperate, already." Max continues to torture him, a little longer then slowly lowers his pants and boxers together, his angry red cock lays hard and leaking against his stomach.
"Please, i'll suck you off." Max hadn't considered this idea, he pushes his fingers into George's hair and pulls him up, using his free hand to take his own cock out of his skinny jeans.
George becomes face to face with Max's cock, but doesn't do anything, just licks his lips. “What do you want me to do with this? Eat it?” He's not sure what do here, should he force George to take it? “I want those pretty lips wrapped around my dick this instant or i'll do it for you” At least that gives George the option to back out, he takes his cock into his own hand and slaps it against George's cheek. "Come on pretty boy."
George takes Max's cock into his hand and kitten licks at the head, swiping away a bead of pre cum. "Oh, you want me to fuck your throat?" Using the hand still in George's hair, he thrusts his hips forward and slides into the back of George's throat, only stopping when George's nose presses against his stomach. Gag reflex? Obviously not.
"Someone's got you trained well, no choking from you huh?" Max chuckles, watching George's pupils dilute with lust, as he slides all the way out, only to slam back into him again. George lays back taking, using his tongue to encase the pleasure as his through is brutally fucked, Max makes sure to hit the back of his throat with every thrust.
"Aww you are a mess." George really is a mess when Max pulls his cock from George's abused lips. His eyes are shining with tears, drool running down his face. "I could have cum down your throat, but i'd sooner cum in your tight little as."
"Please, fuck me Max." George whines, his throat rough and scratchy from the face fucking. "Oh don't worry your pretty little head Georgie, i'm going to."
"Hands and knees, beautiful." George doesn't hesitate for a single second, just rolls onto his front and presses his ass high into the air. "Uhm, do you have any lube?" Max had never thought to bring any, George shakes his head. "Just use spit, won't be the first time."
"Open wide baby." Max pushes three fingers into George's hot, wet mouth. George wastes no time getting to work and starts to suck on Max's fingers, soaking the digits with spit and saliva. Max waits until his fingers become nice and wet before letting them slip out.
"Just tell me if you need any more spit or anything?" Max whispers into George's ear, giving it a little kiss. Max circles George's entrance with a single finger and slowly lets it sink inside, George is lose and open already. He's either, recently had a fuck or prepped himself earlier on. Max feels a small wave of jealousy in the pit of his stomach.
He slams in three digits at the same time. George throws his head back and groans. "Why didn't tell me you were already lose, huh?" Max chuckles, twisting and turning his fingers. "I prepped myself, I hoped we would do this." George chokes out in between loud moans.
"I don't know what I was expecting from you, but it wasn't this." Max lets his fingers slide out, spitting on his own palm then stroking it over his achingly hard cock. "Are you ready sweetheart?"
"Fuck me please, I've waited long enough." Max nudges the head of his cock against George's spit glistening hole. "Max please, i've been a good boy, so far." Max keeps teasing, lightly pressing against, it but still not pushing inside. "To be honest, I think you've been a naughty boy."
Max himself can't wait any longer, he grips George's hip and slams inside of him with one swift thrust, George cries out in pleasure, finally getting what he wants. Max doesn't bother to stall, George feels so warm, tight and open around him, he pulls nearly all the way out, only to slam back inside of him again. George's body shakes with every thrust into him as Max settles in a rough, deep pace while his fingers leave dark bruises on the pale skin of his hip.
"Yes, yes this is exactly what I needed." George whines, fisting the bed sheets below him, while Max thrusts harder and deeper with every thrust, searching for that little bundle of nerves inside of him. George responds beautifully to every thrust, it's music to Max's ears that he's enjoying himself as much as Max is.
"Right there, right there." George throws his head back, pushing back his hips to meet all of Max's thrusts. Max keeps smashing into it with every thrust, loving the moaning and the begging underneath him, as he reaches the height of his orgasm. "I'm going to-" Max squeezes the base of George's dick and avoids his prostate, while still slamming into him.
"No, I don't think so, you've frustrated me enough today, did you really think I was going to let you cum, that easy?" George lets out a pathetic whine, pushing back, trying to force Max back onto his prostate. "Please, Max."
"No." Max pushes his fingers back into George's hair, pulling him up onto his knees, so he's practically sat in Max's lap, forcing the cock deeper inside of him. He's so deep, Max can feel the outline of his cock through George's flat stomach. "Please, Max."
Max picks up the pace again, with more speed and force that before slamming into him with all his might. "Do you want to cum baby?" George nods furiously, words seeming beyond him at the moment as Max smashes into his prostate once again. Max never gives him the chance to get used to the sensation from the pounding on his prostate before hitting it again, overwhelming him with pleasure.
"Come whenever you're ready sweetheart." Max presses a hard kiss onto George's temple, while still slamming into him. He doesn't last much longer after that, his whole body shakes as he comes, screaming something garbled as he spurts his load over his own chest.
"Such a good boy for me, good bye." Max keeps pressing kisses against his temple, using all his strength to keep George's limp body upright, as his own orgasm draws close. He's fucking into him much slower now, just enjoying the feeling of having George wrapped around him.
"Where do you want it?" Max pants, on the very edge of his orgasm. "On my face, please." He wasn't expecting him to say that, he quickly pulls out and lays George down on his back.
He looks beautiful like this, his lips swollen and bitten, eyes unfocused from his orgasm, sweat glistening over his whole body. Max Furiously jerks off over his face until he cums in thick white spurts over George's cheeks and long eyelashes.
"You look so beautiful, covered in my cum." Max chuckles, leaning in and taking George into his arms. "Are you okay?" Max reaches down, using George's Mercedes jacket to wipe the cum off his face.
"I'm okay, I think you tried to kill me there, mate." George snuggles into him and Max finds he really doesn't mind it. "Can you stay and cuddle me, please?" And how can Max say no to that? He sinks down and holds George's trembling body.
If someone would have told Max that he would be snuggling George Russell, this time last year. He would have said they were crazy, but right now he can't think of doing anything better.
#formula 1 fanfiction#fanfic#mxm#formula 1 fanfic#fanfiction#formula 1#formula one#mxm smut#george russell#max verstappen#max x george#Gax
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but i'm more obsessed with the idea of someone seeing you. leering at you on the dancefloor while your both in your own worlds and then watching you slink away to the bar. he'd follow up and proposition you both. this older guy who looks like he shouldn't even be in a loud club like this. probably just prowling for any young girl he can flash his money to. just like he does the both of you. he'd lean over so patrick could hear him, a grin quickly forming on his face, before the guy looks down at you and winks. walking away for a minute as patrick tells you what he said. that the wad of cash is all yours if you'll let him watch you and patrick finish your party. i just know patrick would love to watch his younger girlfriend squirm at the offer. pressing her thighs together because shes turned on by it all but too shy to meet his gaze. he'd tease you about before looking at you seriously and asking if you want to do it.
when you nod your head, patrick can feel himself already getting hard. leaning in to kiss you as he tells you how your his "dirty little girl" and groping you shamelessly. by the time the old pervert comes back, you've already got your bag and patricks already paid for your drinks. ready to head out to wherever the nearest hotel is. i just know that patrick would love giving a show. he'd treat it like he was a in a porno. starting off by making you face the guy as he slowly takes off your clothes. teasingly taking your bra straps down and then fondling them while he talks about how soft and warm they feel. he'd make you stand up and take your panties off. telling you to bend over while you do it so the guy can watch your pussy spread. finger you again while making you look at the guy before he fucks your brains out. he'd be so nasty, you wouldn't be able to tell if he's trying to embarrass you or the guy watching.
-☕ (i had to split these up cause it got too long but i just couldn't help myself 😭)
this just brought to light a whole new concept for me..... like light bulb.... escort!patrick..... pornstar!patrick..... bull!patrick.... my head.... she's spinning... round and round.
just. know he loves being watched. beating up some sweet little pussy while some shmuck is in the corner with a hand around his pathetic cock, hungrily watching patrick pound you into the mattress. falling to my knees.
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Haven't watched bridgerton but saw your tags & they made me laugh 😂 Perhaps she was just pretending to be out for five days. Like 'finally some peace and quiet'. Bonk
Spoilers for season 2 of Bridgerton, I guess.
Here is how it goes. She is on a horse. She is good at riding horses, as she's demonstrated repeatedly throughout the season. It is raining. Her suitor/lover/ex/whatever shows up and her horse rears in response, dumping her from the saddle. She falls to the ground and does not get up. Suitor checks on her and discovers 1. she's out cold and 2. She is bleeding from the back of her head.
He brings her to her home. She does not wake up during this time. She does not wake up for days. I don't know that the number of days was specified, but it seems to be around four or five.
She wakes up. She immediately recognizes her sister. She says she feels fine. She remembers the ride in the rain and falling from her horse. She is immediately concerned about whether her suitor came to visit her while she was sleeping and not, you know, the life threatening concussion she just had.
Friends, this woman is dead. She is not among the living. She is passed on. Bereft of life, she rests in peace. If someone sustains a head injury and is not somewhat conscious again in like 30 minutes, there is a strong possibility they will never be conscious again (especially without the interventions of modern medicine--neurosurgery is needed for severe injuries).
There is no button on your head that if you push it hard enough, you get a nice nap that lasts a random amount of time. That's not what a concussion is. It's brain damage. You don't just get a concussion and "sleep it off." In fact, if you see someone get a concussion and they decide they really want to go to sleep, it is your duty to 1. keep them awake and 2. get them to a fucking emergency room.
Now they didn't have emergency rooms in Bridgerton, but that doesn't matter, because she's dead. She died. She's pushing up the daisies. Four days. FOUR DAYS. But let's say a miracle occurred and she's not dead.
She almost definitely would not remember her injury. That memory was knocked the fuck out of her brain before it could be stored away and 2. probably the morning ride was forgotten, too and 3. she might even lose the preceding few days if she hit her head that hard and 4. she would absolutely be suffering from brain damage, because that's what a concussion is. It's brain damage. You bruise your brain and neurons die and you hope it wasn't very many or it wasn't any important ones (they are all important that is your BRAIN).
Kate would be left with anything from blurry vision and trouble concentrating to having to learn how to walk or talk again. She could have gone blind or deaf. She would almost definitely have one hell of a headache. She would not be spinning about the dance floor that evening because she would be too dizzy and uncoordinated for that shit and she would be for days if not weeks if not permanently. Even in a moderate case with eventual full recovery, post-concussion syndrome can last for months, and it sucks.
I am TIRED of shows using brain damage like it's a tiny lil nap. Just knock someone out and then you can sneak past them/skip the plot ahead hours/have them languish in bed for days and not feel guilty for it. It doesn't work like that. Bonking your head and going to sleep for four hours is a life-threatening life-altering situation, and not a "tee hee we snuck past the enemies without having to kill anyone!"
#if you really want someone to languish in bed give them a virus#or shit give them something life threatening if your story has magic or some shit#but if you are in the real world yeah no fucking brain damage isn't this harmless thing you wake up from refreshed#anyway wear helmets don't play american football etc etc#bridgerton#I guess lmao#like the costumes thing i don't care about because this show is already so historically inaccurate and random#I consider it more of an AU than a historical fiction#so they can wear whatever they want#but brain damage is still real unless someone specifies 'actually in the ton our brains are made of steel'
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“I am not jealous,” she snaps, spinning around to face him. His hands fall away from her easily, his grip never having been very strong to begin with.
“Oh, but you are.”
“Fuck off, Astarion.”
summary: some tough conversations are had, some armor is discarded, and aruna gets jealous.
wc: 6.2k+
warnings: descriptions of pain due to a stab wound, miscommunication if we squint, description of blood (specifically staining clothing)
a/n: shout out to my beloved @hellfire--cult for helping me figure out some of the end dialogue. thank you for always listening to me ramble on and on about this fic even tho you're a gale girlie. i love you.
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Aruna’s determination proves to not be for naught. She makes it back to camp, although a bit slowly, only tripping twice.
By the time they’re strolling back into what has now become their temporary home, the sun has set and everyone is exhausted. Shadowheart no longer looks to be on the verge of passing out, but Aruna knows she needs time to recover just as much as the wound in her side still does. As she watches Wyll guide their cleric back to her tent, all that guilt returns, gnawing viciously at her insides.
She almost misses the pain of being stabbed with the branch – that was less painful than this culpability.
“Take a seat,” Gale insists when he catches the way she’s merely standing and staring, putting a soft hand on Aruna’s shoulder that earns a warning sneer from Astarion, “She’ll be back soon with the healing potion, and then you need to rest.”
The last thing she really wants to do is rest, even if she knows she needs to. The persistent need to rest only makes her feel as though she’s failed them somehow.
“We should make a fire,” she says stiffly, eyes still locked on Shadowheart’s tent that she’s disappeared into, Wyll slowly making his way back over.
Gale nods, immediately getting to work once he waves a hand towards the makeshift bench once more, signaling for Aruna to sit. This time she listens against her better judgment, still flooded with the need to do something useful.
She should be the one making the fire to warm and dry them off. She was the one who had fallen foolishly into the river, who had gotten them into this mess.
It’s no surprise when Astarion quickly takes a seat beside her.
All that guilt continues to bubble up, and it’s the only reason that Aruna finds herself speaking to him, the overflow of it finally spilling out of her, “I’m sorry for worrying you. I didn’t mean to initiate the connection again.”
He only hums in response as he pulls one of his daggers out, flipping it absent-mindedly between his palms.
“We had it handled,” she continues on when he doesn’t offer a proper response, voice only shaking a little bit. She could pass it off as the cold getting to her, if anyone were to ask, “In all fairness. I’m sure that the current would have subsided eventually, or-”
The movement of his blade ceases, “You would call getting stabbed through your chest having it handled?”
The guilt pours out now, gushing faster than her wound had even when they’d first pulled the branch out of it, “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again – I assure you I’ve learned my lesson when it comes to running water.”
Astarion tilts his head back, a sour bark of laughter leaving him, “Yes, I’m sure you have.”
She assumes that’s all he has to say, but he surprises her, continuing on as he glares at the trees in the distance before them.
“Would you like to know the most startling part?” He’s angry. Absolutely livid. And yet, he still has yet to spark any fear in her, “It’s not the fact that you nearly got yourself killed again. No, that I can expect from you now. It was days of silence suddenly cut off by your voice in my head, prattling on about saving me,” Aruna freezes entirely, and not due to the temperature. He had heard her; he had heard all her vulnerable thoughts regarding the letter. “But even that I can disregard. I can handle playing the seeming role of a damsel in distress if the timing is right. What I cannot handle is to suddenly feel your lungs filling with water as though they were my own. What I couldn’t fathom was to feel as though I was the one stabbed, yet knowing it was you, and knowing I could do absolutely nothing about it.”
She’s dizzy again, and not from blood loss.
“You have seemingly made it your mission to make me... Make me…” he trails off, his hand gripping the hilt of his dagger so tightly that his impossibly pale skin has turned nearly translucent, “Make me care for your safety. You’ve managed to inexplicably tie your survival to mine. Do you truly think that if you died, any of them would hesitate to stake me for the first moment I opened my mouth?'' She opens her own mouth to answer, but he isn’t done, “Especially if any of them found out what I truly was. They would feed me to the wolves. I don’t understand why you haven’t, I don’t understand why you insist on trying to help me in some sick, twisted way,” he finally looks at her, and his gaze pierces right through her. She recalls the memory returned from her latest almost-death – the view of him bathed in golden sunlight, the brewing fondness that had resided in her chest at the mere sight of him. She recalls all his teasing and all his hidden softness, even when he was wearing a disguise for an unaware audience, “It’s become abundantly clear that if you die, I die. I’ve spent the last several days ruminating if it might be smarter for me to simply make a run for it now, to take my chances out there on my own, considering the way you number your days so effortlessly.”
She swallows hard, unsure of how exactly to respond to all of that. His words fuel the flames of guilt, taking their time as they sink into her psyche, leaving their mark with the utmost significance. He’s being honest – dreadfully, painfully honest.
And he’s right.
She recalls the way Gale had refused to hear her request to keep Astarion alive should she have fallen victim to her injuries. The way Shadowheart was so quick to snark back at Astarion with such hidden hatred. Even Wyll, the singing hero of their group, didn’t seem to care much for the pale elf.
The only one in their camp who seemed to have any vested interest in Astarion was Aruna.
Was it still due to the letter? Was it still due to some silly, ominous mission to save him?
“You saved me,” she whispers out, locking eyes with him, “With Nettie. You saved me before I ever knew of your… condition.”
He tilts his head, as though he’s speaking to a child, “And just how well do you think it would have bode for me if I were to return to camp without you? Just how do you believe they would have reacted if I returned only to inform them that our fearless leader had been poisoned, and I had done nothing about it?”
“It was more than that,” she snaps, growing a bit desperate, “Shadowheart told me how you acted while I was incapacitated. Bringing me back was enough to keep away their anger, Astarion. But you still insisted on protecting me, even once I was back here safely. Why are you so Hell-bent on protecting me?”
“Why are you so Hell-bent on saving me?”
Eight- no, nine words, and they effectively shut Aruna up. Her mouth snaps close, her heart all but stops.
Is she willing to lay it all out on the line for him? Is she truly willing to part with that letter in her pack, the one she isn’t even sure has survived the river?
“It’s… complicated,” she croaks out, realizing the answer was already there.
No. She’s not willing to. Her shoulders still aren’t strong enough to carry all the consequences that would come with showing Astarion the letter. He could be angry, he could be overly curious, he could have a magical answer that makes it all make sense – his reaction is entirely unpredictable at the end of the day, but would be more for Aruna to bear regardless.
When his head tilts ever so slightly this time, he’s no longer being condescending, but rather curious. As if lost in his own mind as he studies her in the silence before whispering, “I’m sure it is.”
It’s not patronizing, it’s not crude – it’s something sincere. As though he understands her. As if he gets it.
All at once, she’s nearly taking back her gut reaction. She’s nearly pouring it all out, letting the truth spill over the edges of her cup as she floods him with all that has been happening with her since the moment she woke up on that beach. It’s not just the shared memories from when he fed on her; she wants him to know about the letter, to know about the daggers with their peculiar symbols and of the time in which his voice had commanded her how to wield them. She wants to show him the stone she hadn’t paid much attention to as of recently, and she wants to know if the ring in her pouch is recognizable to him in any way. It’s the briefest flash of spontaneity, and she almost does it, because she almost sees the version of him from all those visions.
But she can’t. She knows she can’t, even without the thrashing of the thing inside of her that has determined this must all stay her dirty little secret.
“I should clean up,” she finally says to try and weasel her way out of the awkwardness at hand. The last thing she wants to do is attempt to peel her armor from the wound, but it has to be done at some point. Better to do it in water, where it might be easier.
Better to do that than let a slip of tongue ruin it all.
But when she rises off the log slowly, Astarion is following. “Allow me to help you-”
“No,” she doesn’t mean for the decline to come out so biting, but it stabs the air between them regardless. She clears her throat before she tries to continue in a softer tone, “Sorry, I just- I’ll be fine. I’m just going down to the river at the edge of camp, washing away the blood from the armor and all. I’m sure I can make it on my own.”
His eyes trail over her, almost amused, “Can you even remove your own armor right now?”
“Of course I can.”
“Reach your arms over your head for me, then.”
Damn him.
He knows she won’t be able to – the stretch would cause her too much pain, and it would prove she couldn’t handle the twisting of removing the leather that weighs her down without his help.
“Look, my dear,” he drawls, finally seeming more and more himself. His vulnerable confession feels like a distant memory already, and her head spins from the whiplash, “If you won’t allow me to help, at least allow me to keep an eye on you. It’s a bit soon for us to be trusting you around running water alone.”
She’s not winning this argument. She’d already lost it the moment he’d stood up with her.
“I don’t need a babysitter,” she grumbles, but she doesn’t put up any further protest.
He bites his tongue, corners of his mouth twitching with a smile, “Of course you don’t. Consider me a guard, then, rather than a babysitter.”
A guard. A shadow.
“I’d put up more of a fight,” she murmurs, catching the way the light of the fire dances across his skin. It reminds her of the recent memory – the fire’s reflection almost mimics the way the golden hour had encapsulated him in the mountains, but it’s the wrong shade. Too many shadows, too much darkness. Not enough light for the likes of him, she softly realizes, “But I’m sure even if I still decline, you’ll be lurking in the shadows, won’t you?”
His grin says it all.
“Allow me to gather up supplies, then,” he says, tone smug as he turns towards his tent.
Aruna nods for a moment, a bit lost in her thoughts, before she suddenly processes what he’s just said.
“Wait, what?”
—
Astarion is a hoarder. It’s the only explanation.
Supplies, as it turns out, was referring to his secret stash of soaps he had managed to snag from the Grove. Aruna tries to convince herself that he paid for them all, but she knows better.
Even if he’d sold every single useless item their entire group had gathered up thus far and sold it to the poor trader, he never would have accumulated enough gold for his collection.
“What scent is this one?” Aruna asks as she plucks yet another bar of soap from the bag he’d been keeping them all in. She could see an herb laced throughout it, peeking out through the cloudy white of the soap’s base.
Astarion glances over from the bag he’d picked up from Shadowheart before joining her on the beach, rummaging through the bandage supplies and healing potion the cleric had provided, “How am I to know? You could – oh, I don’t know – simply smell it yourself.”
They’re teasing each other again. They’re almost whoever they are in her memories.
Almost, almost, almost. Always a near perfect replica, but something is always just off with it all. Something is always missing.
She makes a show of doing exactly what he’d sarcastically suggested, bringing the soap close enough to catch the swirling undertones of eucalyptus and peppermint. Makes sense, given the conglomeration of small and sharp leaves mingling with longer, softer green ones.
“Who did you even nab these off of?” she questions as she tosses the fresh soap back into the cloth bag, digging around until she finds another one to examine. The new one is freckled with purple specks, and the waft of lavender hits her before she even holds it up in front of her face, “Nettie?”
“No,” Astarion laughs, finally pushing himself up out of the sand they’d dropped into, “Well, some of them. Ethel also had quite the collection. That woman is positively demented, by the way.”
“You told her everything about our affliction, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did.”
Aruna can’t help but let out a small laugh at that. She’s settled on using the lavender soap, deciding that it’s better than the stench of blood and mud that she currently reeks of.
It’s nice, being this way with Astarion. The night is almost as calm as it is whenever they escape to her hidden sanctuary in the forest overlooking the camp, the notes of the water gently lapping at the pebbles mere feet away only adding to the atmosphere. And although she can’t see the camp as clearly as she does from her boulder, she can certainly hear it better. She can hear the crackling of the fire, hear the occasional chatter amongst the other companions, hear the frequent barks of laughter that must belong to Karlach.
It’s nice. To exist not far from that world, only a wall of stone and shrubbery away, but still be alone with Astarion.
“Did she offer any cure to these damned tadpoles?” Aruna asks, clearly putting off the inevitable.
She’s dreading taking off the armor. She’s convinced herself that it’ll hurt even more than the initial stab did.
Astarion sees right through her distractions, holding a hand out as an offering to help her up. She wonders if he would have offered the same manners to anyone else back in camp, “Perhaps. And if she did, I’ll be more than all too eager to tell you all about it – after you’re no longer soaked in your own blood.”
“What?” She takes his hand, wincing despite her best efforts as he hauls her up beside him, “I thought if anyone would enjoy the smell of my bloody perfume, the resident vampire would.”
She’s already discarded her own leather pack to the sand, her boots placed neatly mere feet from it. But her armor, her garments – that’s what she’s avoiding taking off. Not even out of shyness, but out of fear.
Apparently, she can face bloodthirsty hordes of goblins and sleep soundly with a vicious vampire in the camp, but draws the line at the quick pain awaiting her.
“Even blood turns sour,” he says as he scrunches his nose up a bit for emphasis, “Besides, you reek of only Gods-know-what was in that river's depths.”
“Dead goblins,” she quickly replies, mind whirling with quick responses so that the conversation can continue rather than beginning the dreaded process, “It was definitely dead goblins.”
“Oh?” It’s not working. He can multitask, it seems. He lifts a finger and motions it for her to twirl in the air between them, “And did those ghastly things die by your fearsome sword?”
He’s teasing her mercilessly, and she’s grinning like a fool about it. She should be more upset with him after the days of radio silence, but it’s hard to do so when they’ve created this inexplicable bubble of safety.
She doesn’t turn, almost daring him as she snarks back, “My daring daggers, actually. You know me. An unstoppable force to be reckoned with.”
He realizes what she’s doing. His face is entirely unimpressed as he crosses his arms, not even offering her the ghost of a smile she’d been vying for.
“Aruna.”
“Astarion.”
“Turn around so we can get this damn armor off of you.”
“Have you always been so eager to see me nude? You know, maybe if you asked nicely-”
His cold hands come down on her shoulders with impeccable speed, a bit rough as he forces her to do as he had been asking the entire time, “Under any other circumstances, I might entertain you and your scandalous assumption.”
It should leave her uncomfortable, being put in such a vulnerable position. Her back is turned to him, her body following wherever his palms may guide her. She’s completely at his mercy, far too tired to fight back at this point, and she should be more worried to turn her back on a vampire.
She isn’t. It almost feels natural – there’s not a trace of fear as she feels his breath brush the back of her neck, his hands slowly lifting themselves away from her armored shoulders.
“You know,” she starts, swallowing the lump growing in her throat, a conglomeration of nerves and confusion. Her wound has gone to even throb preemptively for the pain she’s about to endure, “It feels an awful lot like our roles are reversed right now.”
“Are they?”
He sounds far away as his fingertips brush her back, toying with the lacing of her armor. A shiver runs up her spine, and it takes impeccable self-constraint to fight from letting it physically show to him.
“They are,” her voice is just as soft, nothing more than a whisper carried with the wind, “Usually you’re the one full of scandalous assumptions.”
“I’d hardly consider my assumptions scandalous,” his fingers have finally reached her lower back, where the lacing ends (or technically begins). He hesitates, halting all movements to the point of his fingers almost completely removing from her before he asks, “May I?”
She can’t answer him vocally. There’s no real, logical reason as to why she’s so fearful of facing this brief moment of pain. After all she’s gone through in their journeys, peeling armor off a wound is hardly something worth making her cower in indecision.
And maybe that’s exactly why she is.
For the first time in what must be a long time, Aruna is being presented with the illusion of a choice. She can choose to let him unlace her armor, to help her out of the layers clinging mercilessly to her wounded self, or she could choose to simply say no. And although she’s well aware if she gave a convincing absolutely not as her answer that Astarion would remove himself from her entirely, she’s also aware of just how inevitable it is.
The armor has to come off at some point. It’s going to hurt no matter what. But she’s tired, and she’s gone through so much pain already, and she’s brimming with childish petulance. She doesn’t want anymore pain. She doesn’t want any more confusion.
She doesn’t want any more adventure. Not with these tired bones, not with this sore skin.
“It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?” she finally whispers.
He doesn’t have to answer, they both know it’s rhetorical, but he does anyway, “Yes. But only for a moment, I’d assume.”
She lets out a dry scoff. He’d assume. “Moments add up, Astarion.”
Camp has gone quieter in the distance, and most of that teasing airiness from earlier has evaporated. Insects chirp in the distance as even the water begins to still. As though Nature herself had begun to listen in to their almost vulnerable moment.
It’s about more than the wound.
He finally sighs heavily, “Do you want me to be brutally honest, or would you rather be coddled?”
“If I wanted coddling, I would have requested Gale’s assistance.”
Now it’s him scoffing as his hands lift back to her shoulder, encouraging her to turn back around to face him, far more gentle than they had been when turning her away.
“It’s going to hurt regardless, Aruna. Whether you take off the armor now or in a tenday – it’s going to hurt. The little moments will still add up, regardless of if you give yourself the false hope of a break. It is simply unavoidable,” his earnest ruby eyes pour into hers as she stares into them, scanning for any trace of sincerity. Any trace of humanity, “If you leave it be for a few days, however, I guarantee the wound will end up infected. You could always take the healing potion from Shadowheart before you attempt this all, but the healing hurts just as badly, does it not?”
“Say it plainly,” she demands, still feeling a resistant trace of youth she can’t remember earning tugging at her heart, “Just call me a fool. Tell me to be a big girl and rip off the bandage.”
It’s about far more than the wound.
He hesitates at the worst possible moment. Humanity flashes in his eyes with the most terrible of timing, his facial expression softening with every passing second. For a moment, she almost thinks he won’t do it.
He comes through, though, just as she needs him to.
“Stop being a fool,” he says the words, almost mechanically, “Rip the bandage off.”
This time, she turns her back to him of her own volition.
His hands don’t hesitate to find the lacing once more, catching on quickly to her unspoken permission. He makes quick work of it, beginning with the bottom knot and working his way up the corset of the armor, loosening it up along her spine. Each stretch from his hands makes the leather cling to her body less intensely, allowing her more room to breathe, until she feels the armor begin to unstick from the wound.
It does hurt. Badly enough that her breath catches, but not nearly as badly as the initial stab had. Momentarily.
Once he’s removed the armor, tossing it carelessly into the sand near the rest of her belongings, she assumes his touch will leave her entirely. But it doesn’t. Through her thin undershirt, she feels his hand suddenly find the tight ends up her poorly done braids she’d been donning for a few days now – a feeble attempt to keep her hair out of the way during battles and traveling alike.
“What are you-” she begins to question, but she’s cut off by his shushing.
He gives a gentle tug to the left braid, clearly examining the twine she’d use to tie off the style. She can’t see his face, but she can picture the judgemental glance he gives as a tsk whistles from between his teeth just before his fingers also make quick work of that knot.
“Who has been braiding your hair?” he asks, his voice having returned to its normal pitch of cadence, high and mighty as he slowly begins to undo the braid. His knuckles brush her bare neck, and this time, she can’t hide any shivers that wreck her, “Actually, I’m not even sure if we can consider these braids, they’re so poorly done.”
She’s smiling, softly and timidly, as she responds, “Me.”
His unraveling pauses, “Excuse me?”
“I’m the one who braided my hair. Who else would it have been?”
She finally dares to twist and take a look at his face, only to find it contorted with an odd bemusement, “Dear Gods. Are you truly telling me you’re not only inadequate with your daggers, but also your hands when it comes to your own hair?”
She should probably be offended, and try to defend herself with the honest truth; she’s unfamiliar with this hair, with this body, to the point in which something as mundane as braiding her own hair has proven to be its own challenge. She’s still adjusting to the thickness of it, to figuring out the best way to keep the soft strands entrapped between her fingers as she had attempted to blindly navigate the weaving of three simple sections. It had honestly frustrated her for hours. The reminder of just how hopeless she still feels as she navigates the world feeling like a newborn babe, fragmented memories still not quite enough to let her make a home out of her own skin, her own hair.
And yet, she doesn’t. She only gives a joking shrug, that hurts only a little, as she grins, “It is a lot of hair, in all fairness.”
“It’s a simple braid, Aruna.”
He’s finished unraveling the first braid, her scalp singing with relief as the heavy locks of her hair fall against her back. She isn’t surprised when he repeats the process with the second braid as well, careful fingers separating three uneven strands until all tension of the make-shift hairdo has been discarded. The thick curtain of hair does little to protect her against the chill of the breeze rolling off the water beside them, but she’s not even focused on that.
All Aruna can think about is cold fingers meeting her skin in skittish motions, the waft of his breath across her ear as he would mindlessly lean in closer throughout the entirely innocent act.
If he were still living, breathing, radiating warmth, she has no doubt she’d feel it against her back. But his chill that runs off his body in waves only mingles with the night air, the smell of rosemary hardly breaking through the smell of her own dried blood.
“And just where exactly did you become an expert in braiding hair?” she finds herself blurting out, just barely noticing the way her eyes had fluttered shut at the feeling of his fingers in her hair. Her own curiosity begins to chew through her bones, and she can’t help but add on, “A lover, perhaps?”
Astarion snorts at that, his breath hitting the shell of her ear once more, “Are you asking me if I have a lover awaiting me back in Baldur’s Gate?”
“I-” she cuts off, voice choking up in her throat as Astarion catches her off guard – his fingers don’t leave her hair. Instead, now that the braids are undone, he’s meticulously raking them through the strands, gently detangling as he goes. Her entire body nearly shivers in response, “I suppose I am.”
“And if I say yes?” he drawls, fingers lifting back up to the roots of her hair, repeating the motion of brushing through, “Who’s to say I don’t have some poor soul weeping over my disappearance back in the city? Haunting all our old taverns, wailing about their long lost love?”
Aruna isn’t sure why, but the image he paints sparks something nasty in her gut. Something rabid and burning, viciously green and snarling as she attempts to tamper it down.
Is she jealous? She couldn’t possibly be jealous. Absolutely not.
But she can picture it so quickly – Astarion, backlit with a lively city, curled up in a dark corner of a tavern. A private booth, somewhere himself and his lover would call their own. She can picture it so perfectly. A graceful and poised hand falling on his shoulder, dangerous red lips brushing his jaw, someone’s stubble raking against his exposed throat and shivers causing his spine to shake just as hers has this entire interaction. A beautiful woman, a handsome man – it doesn’t matter which image is flickering in the space beside Astarion, it causes more of the hideous feeling to bubble up more ferociously.
Someone making Astarion smile that mischievous grin that puts the stars to shame. Someone making Astarion laugh with the melody that makes every possible song to ever be heard after fall flat. Someone, anyone, having Astarion that way. Knowing him that way.
Knowing him in the way she almost swears she might have known him, in all those dusty and unclear visions she’s been so unfortunately gifted with.
It’s not funny anymore.
“Then I’d say congratulations are in order,” Aruna finally replies flatly.
Astarion can sense her shift in mood, and his fingers leave her hair, “By all means, don’t hold back your enthusiasm, dear.”
She’s not jealous. She cannot possibly be jealous.
She isn’t yearning to see that charismatic smile now. She isn’t trying to formulate a punch line to elicit one of those reckless cackles from him. She isn’t.
But without his fingers in her hair, she’s suddenly picturing them in someone else’s, and it nearly crumples her. All she can see is green. Terrible, sickening green.
“Who says I’m not being enthusiastic?” she scowls, ready to pull out of his reach.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he’s speaking in nearly-slurring words, almost taunting her, and when she does move to take a step forward, his hands delicately fall onto her shoulders. Careful, calculated, gentle. “Perhaps it’s that pitiful tone, or perhaps it’s these very tense shoulders that have come out of nowhere,” He uses his hands on her as leverage, pulling her back microscopically as he steps forward. In an instant, her back is pressed to his chest, his lips brushing the lobe of her ear as he whispers, “Dare I say it seems that our dearest sorcerer is jealous?”
He’s said it outloud. She hates him, because he’s said it outloud.
“I am not jealous,” she snaps, spinning around to face him. His hands fall away from her easily, his grip never having been very strong to begin with.
“Oh, but you are.”
“Fuck off, Astarion.”
It’s clearly nothing more than a game to him. She can see it in his eyes, in the way the red glows to life as though she’s presenting him with the challenge of a lifetime.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, my dear,” he says in a lilting tone, head curiously tilting, “It’s a natural reaction to the possibility that someone as charming as myself may no longer be on the market.”
Aruna nearly grinds her teeth to dust, jaw tense as she narrows her eyes, “I’m not ashamed, because I’m not jealous.”
Oh, but she is, isn’t she? She’s terribly, terribly jealous, and it’s beginning to settle into her bones as she stops fighting down the feeling. Amethyst eyes have turned green, and her stomach bile is climbing up her throat at the insinuation Astarion has laid out before her.
Someone else feeling his fingers run through their hair, someone else feeling those cold lips graze their ears so precisely.
“Admit it,” he says firmly, eyes still alight with playfulness as he takes a step closer, dipping his face down closer to hers, “Just admit that it pains you to even think of the lovers I may have waiting for me back in the city.”
Those words stoke burning fires in her stomach, each one making her insides churn. Someone who isn’t her, curling up against his body. Someone who isn’t her, resting their head upon his shoulder.
“I can feel it, you know? Through those precious little brain fiends of ours,” he pauses, tapping a finger to his temple, a salacious grin spreading slowly across his features, “All those ugly emotions aren’t easily hidden.”
She doesn’t like this game. He may be enjoying himself, but every word is a weapon against her. It’s becoming something more than the image of him with someone else – it’s becoming a trigger to fantasizing about herself in those scenarios with Astarion.
His fingers running up her spine. His lips grazing along her neck and collar bones. The weight of his body against her through the night, both in images of him hovering over her as his hips meet hers in waves as well as the mundane – the innocent thought of sharing a bed with him, and nothing more. Sharing dark corners of taverns. Sharing snide remarks. Sharing the early mornings and the late afternoons with him.
She’s past jealousy. She’s yearning.
The realization slaps her in the face, sends her reeling a few steps backwards. Astarion watches in real time as the devastation crosses her features, all the surprise impossible to mask.
What does she do with that? Where did these thoughts even come from?
If the jealous feelings had been enough to fan the flames across the connection, the pathetic desires are enough to extinguish it all. Between her physical reaction and surely the way he felt that terrible need twisting inside her chest, Astarion’s playful expression melts away to something more serious.
When she flinches as he raises his hands back up, with mere intentions of laying them on her shoulders and nothing else, she swears she sees a flash of sorrow.
“Well,” he starts, appearing more awkward now than he has ever before with a curt clearing of his throat as his hands drop back to his sides, “I suppose my work here is done.”
The removal of her armor had hurt in a terrible sort of way, but nothing compares to the sting that had echoed in her chest at all the thoughts she’d just had of Astarion. Images of him with other strangers, images of him with her – they pierce her all the same and make the tear of leather from skin nothing more than a hollow ache she’s all but forgotten.
She hadn’t even noticed that some of the scabbing had broken away, and fresh blood was pooling to the surface of her skin.
He looks away from her quickly, eyes darting across her belongings laid out on the ground rather than her eyes. Anywhere but her. When she glances down, she can see the deep crimson that’s ruined the shirt entirely, bleeding out far past that just the circumference of the wound.
“There is no lover,” he finally says after spending so many moments silent that she had begun to wonder if he was even still there, right in front of her, just out of her vision as she focuses on the stain of the shirt.
“Excuse me?”
“I have no lover awaiting me in the city,” he clarifies as he finally stops diverting his glances from her, looking painfully earnest when she dares to glance back up, “I learned various hairstyles on- well, let’s simply say I’m not an only child, shall we?”
Aruna’s mouth falls agape, face softening at what he was insinuating.
Astarion, with a sister. Or any siblings. The image of him learning how to plait braids while sitting criss-cross behind a mirror image to himself. A softness he must only reserve to so few souls across Faerun, and most certainly family.
She’s been so caught up in learning of his vampiric past, of all the evil that is Cazador, that she’d never considered he had a life beyond those atrocities. Beyond cruel meals of rats and luring unsuspecting victims back to Cazador.
She hadn’t even considered the topic of a lover might be a sore one, given the entire situation with Cazador.
“You have siblings?” is all she can formulate in response, seemingly peering right into his soul for just a moment.
His forced smile is almost painful. More grimace than grin, “It’s complicated.”
Complicated? No, complicated was the inability to even remember a childhood, to even remember if one had siblings. Whatever Astarion was alluding to, he clearly remembers.
“What does that even mean-”
“Do you need any further assistance?” he motions to that ruined shirt still clinging to her body, changing the topic with a curtness that made Aruna only want to argue further. She wants to fight, she wants to pry her way into his mind if only for a moment. “Or shall I leave you to it?”
There’s so much she doesn’t know about him. Things the visions won’t reveal to her, nor will the man standing in front of her. He’s somehow toeing the line between tangibility and impalpability, and while it’s impressive, it feels like it’s killing her. She wants to know – she wants to see it all. Every single thing he’s hiding from her, every single thing that the torn shred of her within herself swears it knows.
She can’t say any of that, though. Instead, she can only pathetically whisper, “Will you stay with me?”
His nod does very little to lift the weight off her chest, to lessen the need, but it’s certainly a start.
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i watched insidious: the red door again with my sister, and it grew on me the second time around despite not knowing how to feel abt it initially.
At first i found the story was underdeveloped (and despite my opinions on the movie changing, i honestly still do feel this way lowkey ghgh) but like. i see exactly what they were trying to do, y’now???
i’ve always rlly enjoyed the insidious franchise, not necessarily because i found it scary, but because the concept of the further was absolutely FASCINATING to me. especially because it’s a place that’s like. an endless limbo that’s reminiscent of liminal horror (and i’m a sucker for that shit)
I rlly liked that they brought in more emotional depth & complexity for the lamberts and how they explore more of how the events of insidious: chapter 2 ultimately affected their family and each individual character.
I immensely enjoyed that they wanted to explore themes of generational trauma and repressed trauma, and how sweeping said trauma under the rug rather than trying to heal and resolve it at its root causes it to fester and ultimately harm everyone involved.
i like how they acknowledged how extremely traumatizing it must have been for renai and the kids to see parker crane josh trying to violently DESTROY them. like there ain’t no way that’s NOT going to have devastating effects on your psyche/marriage when you see what you think is your deranged looking father/husband, trying to beat y’all to death with hammers 😭😭 like i can’t imagine how that must have looked for the kids and i’m glad they explored that
i also really like how (at least in my opinion), the red faced demon and his lair is also kinda symbolic of dalton’s repressed & festering mental illness/trauma with how OBSESSED the demon is with dalton. and how he set up all those “scenes” of dalton’s past which makes him just. remember everything (and that made me feel SAUR BAD for him bc recalling that much repressed trauma would be overwhelming as fuck)
that said, i really feel like they could have executed these themes a lot better, in a way that would make a little bit more sense. during the scene with dalton and josh near the end where they’re in the further trying to close the door, dalton states that they have to stop running from the demon. and there i thought dalton and josh were going to slay the demon together once and for all, but dalton just paints over the door leaving josh in the further by himself and i was like ??????????? 😭😭😭😭 hello???
like. aside from it being a bit anticlimactic, i also don’t think it made very much sense of dalton to just paint over the door when he said they couldn’t run/ignore it anymore. i suppose in a sense, dalton painting over the door in of itself symbolizes that he is trying to break the cycle himself, but honestly? it would have made more sense imo if they somehow tried to relinquish the red face demon together, bc to me that would show that dalton and josh are finally trying to resolve their trauma together by tackling it head on, thus competing their arc more effectively.
i wish they could have introduced josh’s father a bit differently—i know the existence of josh’s dad probably wasnt planned from the beginning, so adding him in was going to be a bit clunky no matter what, but i had a hard time feeling anything at all for him as a character…..
i also wish elise had a bigger role in this rather than making a 5 second cameo at the end of the movie just for the the sake of it, especially since she is what makes insidious such an interesting franchise. but i am SO glad we got a specs and tucker cameo i genuinely teared up seeing them :,)
ANYWAY, overall, i’m quite pleased w the movie, even if certain aspects of it could have been executed better. it definitely isn’t THE BEST insidious movie. i think it had a lot of potential to be excellent. i have WAYY more thoughts abt it that i dont think i can convey in a single post but maybe i’ll talk abt them another time
also. dalton and chris my beloveds 🫰🏼🫰🏼
#anyway. i feel like i need to make art for this movie now#esp of chris and dalton#their dynamic was great. the actors for them had great chemistry#bruh i LOVE how daltons character and chris’ character compliments each other so well#i feel like i would watch a spin off of just them#he’s like. so reserved and clearly keeps to himself and chris is so much more rambunctious and quirky 😭😭😭 like they’re the dream team#like u know dam well chris would somehow STILL remain daltons friend after all that and even make fun of him for letting the +#red face demon possess him like that 😭😭#also#i lowkey had a “’’hear me out’’’’ moment when the demon went inside of dalton 😭😭#not 2 be a monster fucker on main but. it was rlly a sight to behold#insidious franchise#insidious the red door#p
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there’s something so freeing to me about the idea of billy, steve, heather and robin just fucking off out of hawkins and living in a shitty little apartment together in a city somewhere
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#heather holloway#robin buckley#harringrove#buckleway#god i hate that town#like i genuinely can’t express how much i need them out of there#fuck hawkins all my homies hate hawkins#nothing but bad vibes now#putting them in a shitty little apartment in a city#where there’s plenty of gay people#because i think they all need it#i mean billy had that#but the rest of them need it i’m telling you#i genuinely just feel like robin would thrive being somewhere with more going on#and heather and steve could do with being away from their parents#experience a little culture people c’mon#let them go into the 90’s in style#maybe it’s because i didn’t grow up somewhere like that#but it just feels stifling idk#even without all the weird shit#i would go insane after a full day there#billy was so valid for hating his life there#so true of you king#the only spin off they do should be this actually#but it’s a sitcom#then i’d watch it#jargyle have to be in it too though#ickyspeaks
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tell me why it’s 4:38am and I’ve convinced myself that I must rewrite tor
#I’m literally just thinking about a plan but still#idk it was so corny and dramatic and the plot line came out of no where#but the worst thing for me was the lack of character growth#coz like s3 wrapped in winter presumably before christmas break#so you’re telling me that they go like 5/6 months without a mystery and you just can’t really tell#like idk tor is a fun watch and it achieved what it set out to do which was graduate the characters have a fun little drama#and set up a spin off#but like idk it would be such a fun rewrite#but the more I think about it the less I would keep because 4 random 14 year olds just fit into nothing we knew about the school so far#and willow’s extracredit plot was also weird#I just feel like we could have more fun full house moments#and like I’d only have to fill like an hour of plot time#id even consider possibly bringing all of them into the mystery by the end#which ordinarily I do not like but like it’s the last like 2 days of living there and the world is ending I don’t see the need for secrecy#idk if anyone has any cool ideas hmu#house of anubis#txt#tor watch
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I'm going to fucking throw up from laughing so hard at this
The duality of man.
#Fuck it we ball#I might honestly be sick from all the crying hence the nausea but this certainly isn't helping Lmfao#I'm for sure so overtired my brain int overflowed its depression into laughing at every stupid thing I see#Just to be clear this is my own writing I'm allowed to make fun of it#Something something hurting myself before anyone else can something something#H2O au#It's going down in funky town#Uhhh I finally got to the brotherhood anime part and it still bothers me that they all watched Noct get yeeted off a cliff and nobody went-#'yeah we should probably uh do something about that before he drowns'#So I fixed it#And by fixed it I mean made it 10x worse#Marilith snake lady?? Also scaly and has no legs :) it would be a shame if someone were to hallucinate from oxygen deprivation :) kill me#Noct using his trauma to give other people trauma it's all in good fun or whatever#Just boys being boys#6 chapters later and Gladio is the one who has to unpack this because everyone else in this party is severely emotionally repressed#Gladio is the only emotionally healthy person here. God help him he's going to fucking need it#Which is such a fun spin on the tough guy trope#Because like. Looking at all them you'd think it's Prompto? Being the 'cheerful one' trope. But Prompto is Prompto.#Noct is just straight up depressed and I felt that dude#Ignis hasn't been allowed to feel anything since he was 7 lest he accidentally boil somebody alive#Which leaves Gladio. Good luck dude. You are going to need it.#H2O au? More like Gladio moonlights as a therapist au#Cruddy rambles
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#jade watches bridgerton#ive started s3 (i still need to watch the QC spin off btw) and uh...im supposed to be rooting for p*nelope to get her happy ending-#-this season?#like im sorry but until they show her dealing with the damage she causes with her gossip sheet...helping encourage the ton turn their backs#-on people and ruining peoples lives including her friend's and her family along with her own... i don't care#like show me some consequence and remorse#not crocodile victim tears because she was found out#she's still doing that to eloise yet at the start is smirking at everyone reading her sheet#if she was serious she'd drop it#also ill see how it goes but i don't feel chemistry between her and c*lin anyway (nicola is amazing though i love her)#eloise being petty siding with cressida oh understandable but also i think she just doesnt want to be lonely#i love francesca bless#KANTHONY REMAIN ELITE NO ONE WILL SURPASS THEM AND THAT'S WHY THEY APPARENTLY DONT HAVE MUCH IN THE FIRST HALF???#Wouldnt want to outshine the pain couple (which would be easy im sorry i dont like pom#*p*lin guys...#main*#bridgerton spoilers
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I absolutely love your Alastor smut! Is there anyway you can make one where your Vox’s ex and Alastor decided to somehow show off to Vox how much reader loves his c*ck more?? A special broadcast maybe?? Please keep up the great work!
a/n: i love vox but if there's one thing i love more, its making him feel inferior to alastor 😍 this is soo good. REQUESTS OPEN! 🩷
tags: 18+ smut nsfw!
vox thought alastor couldn't get any worse, there was nothing that shit-for-brains demon could do to enrage him more. that was until valentino told him that alastor had a new pretty little thing hanging on his arm. "he WHAT?!" vox's voice cracks from the sheer force he puts behind those words. valentino snickers, watching vox run to his security room.
and there you were, locked arms with that fucking deer demon, walking down the street. you looked absolutely enthralled with that fucker! "you've gotta be fucking kidding me..." he growls, static filling his vision. as if alastor can sense that they're being watched, he winks at the camera and pulls you down a more secluded path. vox puts his fist straight through the screen before pacing around the room. it couldn't have been more than a few minutes before his ears pick up that voice, that shitty radio voice.
"good evening viewers!" alastor begins, making vox's head spin around. the tvs were blank, just audio playing through them. he's about to smash the rest of them when something catches his attention. he swears he hears a familiar noise, your noises specifically. then he hears you panting, and blood rushes to his groin first and then his face. "thank you for tuning into a very special late night broadcast." alastor's voice sounds... breathier.
"what the fuck is-" vox mutters to himself before his eyes go wide. "o-oh god." you moan, sounding far too sexy. and enjoying yourself far too much. "yes alastor, fuck. that's so good." your whines play out, filling the room and vox is just about to lose it. "is alastor fucking your ex?" valentino leans against the doorframe, a smug look on his face. "you’re so tight, my dear. your cunt was made for my cock just as i was made for radio." he laughs to himself, his hands finding your hips as he fucks you over his desk.
this little plan of his was working just as intended. he asked, of course, if you'd be interested in ruffling your exes feathers a little bit and you agreed. this special broadcast was only being shown directly to vox through his security. not a single other soul would be able to hear you but vox. it sent a certain chill up your spine, knowing that he was definitely listening. every thrust of alastor's cock presses you harder into the desk, bruises sure to form later in the evening.
"that's kinda hot, yknow-" "SHUT UP VAL." vox feels as though he's about to implode, anger coursing through him in a way he's sure he's never felt. "i am going to finish him. both of them. they won't live this down."
valentino covers his mouth to stop from laughing. "it sounds like they're about to finish each other." and he was right. your breathy little moans are a dead giveaway. "please, please your cock feels so good. g-gonna cum." vox paces the room, plotting your downfall but his cock is hard as a fucking rock in his pants.
"such a good girl, you are. you sing so pretty my dear." alastor grunts, pressing the head of his cock up against your cervix before he feels you clamp down around him. with every pulse of youe orgasm, alastor follows. "cum alastor, p-please fill my pussy." you gasp, riding out wave after wave of deep pleasure. vox should turn this off, he should walk away but he can't make his feet move.
and after alastor finishes deep inside of you, filling you to the point of it leaking down his cock, he lets out an almost sinister chuckle. "thank you my loyal viewers for tuning in for this one of a kind show! we hope you thoroughly enjoyed."
the room is silent after the broadcast ends. that is, until velvette clears her throat. "was that alastor fucking your bitch?" she raises a brow, a slow smirk spreading over her lips when she sees vox's face.
"no one talk to me. i have business to attend to." and with that, vox disappears, leaving valentino and velvette to themselves.
"bold move, i gotta hand it to him."
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bcs s3 thread pt 2
#aug 19 2023#i loveeeee workplace relationships so messy i loveeee them look at them n their matching oa suits#living together sharia bed HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER SHE IS HIS LAWYER LIKE. i'm no#That montage in 3.05#this is sooo o this show is !!!!#really the law is more important than ur brother .... i cannot stand him#ooooooooooou#3.05 IS SOOOOOO INSANE I LOVERREEE 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠#chuck is actually a sociopath . like neal and jimmy are reasonable but chuck has no feelings at all#THIS IS SOOOOOOOOO GOOD#OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD REAL TELEVISION#EVERY SINGLE TIME THEYRE SWEET AND AFFECTIONATE GOD#spin-off on kim next!#kim is so sarah walker also#will probably finish s3 today lmao.#him and neal<3333#HER DMILE her real smile. gets me so bad#no this would be insane having seen breaking bad first#this must be insane watching breaking bad first to see the transformation to saul but i just love jimmy :(#he's just. a guy#bruh#jimmy....#kim💞💞💞#be fr.....#the soundtrack is so gooood#big bruh moment#her dimples are saurrrr<3#this is like when i watched the newsroom for the first time in four days it's going too fast but i also cannot stop lol.#nacho..... switching the pills had to be so loud#oh fricj i read the ep summary bc most of it is confusing and i keep spoiling myself only for the ep but still i gasped 3.09
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Do you love me?
Pairings - Rafe x reader
Summary - you catch Rafe watching porn. Based on this ask
Warnings - masturbation, porn, reader being sad, language, unprotected sex. (18+)
A/n- always have the conversation with your partner about porn, some people don’t care but others do so please don’t leave any rude comments.
When you had gone looking for your boyfriend around 11pm you had expected to find him asleep on the couch, credits to the movie the two of you had tried watching running in the background. White noise helped him sleep. What you hadn’t expected to find was your boyfriend watching porn, on the big screen. His cock between his hand as he tugged himself, soft moans and grunts spewing from his lips as he watched the scene in front of him.
A perfect curved blonde bounced on a thick cock, her pussy was immaculate. No hair or razor burn to be seen, just complete bareness. She was everything you weren’t, even the noises she made was better.
You had been so naive to think he didn’t watch porn, to believe you were enough to satisfy his needs. Of course you weren’t, you didn’t look like the girl on the screen. Your curves weren’t perfect, your hair didn’t look like that and you definitely didn’t sound or act the way she did which apparently had Rafe beating his cock harder.
Stepping away from the door you creeped back to the bedroom, the tears fell before you even made it under the blanket. Your body shaking against the mattress in sadness, this shouldn’t have such an affect on you. Everyone watches porn, you’ve watched porn but that was before Rafe. Before you had his perfect body at your disposal.
Pressing the palms of your hands into your face to ease the tears, taking deep breaths to stop the noises. The sound of the living room door closing has you burrowing under the blanket, hiding your face so he can’t see you.
It feels like hours go by before he steps into the room, moving around quietly as he strips his clothes off. He always slept naked, a sight you’d never get over. You feel his side of the bed dip and the ruffle of the blanket, you don’t expect his arm to pull you against his chest. “You're awake” he whispers, the thump of your heart giving you away. His hand pressed firmly just above your breast, you stay quiet though. Hoping he just lets you go to sleep but of course he doesn’t, he’s spinning your body like a rag doll. “Why’s your heart beating so fast?”.
The room is pitch black, he’s unable to see your bloodshot eyes. His fingers dance up and down your spine waiting for your answer. “Not sure” your voice is raspy, a tell tale sign something’s wrong. His hand is hitting the bedside lamp within seconds, towering over your small frame. Fingers cupping your cheek softly, his eyes search your face and a deep frown settle between his eyebrows. “Why have you been crying?”.
You push at his chest, turning until your back is to him. Embarrassment settles in your chest, a sudden wave of nausea rushes through you. “Babe, don’t do that. Tell me why you’ve been crying?”
With all the confidence you can muster you turn slightly, looking him directly in the eyes. “Do you still love me?”
The deep chuckle vibrates his chest and he pulls himself to sit, your cheeks tinted red in anger and embarrassment you press your face into the pillow. “Oh hey hey babe no. Of course I love you. Why would you ask me that?”
His grabby hands prod you in the side, pulling at your waist so he can see your face. You slap his hands away when they reach for your face again, moving yourself until you say against the headboard. Knees pressed firmly to your chest, arms wrapped tight around you. “Are you attracted to me?” Tears start falling before you can catch them, bottom lip wobbling as you stare at him. The sobs come hard and fast, he’s holding your face firmly.
This time he stares at you, it's intense and you feel shy under his gaze. “Of course I am… your fucking perfect”
Your eyes rolled hard, no you weren’t. The tears keep coming but the attitude fights it way through. “Don’t roll your eyes” he grasps your wrists, yanking you until you straddle his lap. “No I'm not.. I don’t look like those girls”
Confusion evident on his face as he waits for you to explain, so unsure on what has made you feel this way. “Those girls” you whispered, too shy to explain you had caught him masterbsting to porn earlier. “Your going to need to explain baby”
“The girls in porn” you blurt, the corner of his lips turning up. A lightbulb going off above his head, he realises you must have seen him earlier. “I went to find you… I thought you’d fallen asleep, I didn’t mean to see you- you’know”.
Gripping your chin with his forefinger and thumb he angles your face up at him, placing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You think I don’t love you because of the girls in porn?”
You nod your head in embarrassment, you know you shouldn’t be feeling these things. “I was right here.. why didn’t you ask me to help?”
“Oh baby… your fucking perfect, those girls aren’t what I want. You are what I want… I watch porn when I don’t want to annoy you”
“Your not annoying me”
“Your pussy is fantastic, the best fucking pussy I’ve ever had. I can’t get enough of it, I can’t get enough of fucking you… I love fucking you”
“Sweet girl, my sex drive is insane. I’m constantly horny, I can’t expect you to be willing and waiting for me every second of the day”
“Yes you can Rafe… if I’m around then use me, I understand if I’m not around. Of course porn would be your go to but I’m right here, I want you just as much as you want me and if it’s not sex you want, I’ll get on my knees for you”
He grins Cheshire Cat like, pupils blown to the max. His lips attack yours in one swift swoop, tongue slipping between your lips. It’s messy and full of heat, his grabby hands caress the skin of your exposed thighs.
Grinding you down onto his crotch, you can feel him hardening under you. You had forgotten he was naked for a brief moment, reaching down to grasp his cock. With just a few small tugs he was completely hard, throbbing in your palm. “Fuck baby… I hope you mean what your saying, I’m going to fuck this pussy until it’s a weeping mess every day… multiple times of the day” he states, kissing down the length of your neck.
He’s pulling your shorts to the side, pressing the head of his cock to your opening. Without warning you push down on him, his cock stretching you wide. “Shit… baby girl, I just about came. You feel so fucking good” he growls, he scoops your breasts out of the loose tank top. Sucking your nipples into his mouth harshly, your hips roll and bounce above him. “Not so fast, I want to show you how much I love fucking you” he breaths, wrapping his arm around your back he places you onto the bed.
Your legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you, it's deep and slow. Your walls spasm around him each time he nudges your clit, his lips suck deep purple bruises into your neck. “Oh yes Rafe… I can’t- I need you to go faster” you breath, your orgasm was fluttering.
Pressing the heels of your feet into his lower back, he shook his head moving his lips across your jaw onto your lips. His pace quickened only by a fraction, not enough to bring you over the edge. “Going slow baby.. want you to understand how much I love you and how much I love this body, you are the only person I want”
You nod your head, understanding his words. You had over reacted to what you had seen, completely understanding why he used porn at certain times. “Yes baby.. I understand. Please”
He loved hearing you beg, he knew you were close by the way your cunt sucked him deeper. He reached between you, pressing his fingers to your aching clit. “Yes yes yes”
This was enough to have you crying out under him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in close. Fingernails racking up the length of his back as your orgasm washed over you, he was quick to follow, still sensitive from his previous abuse on his cock.
“I love you baby… not porn okay”
“I know, but I was serious… use me okay. I’m here whenever you want me”
“Your going to regret that”
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