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Omega!Eddie Munson x Alpha!Fem!Reader
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+18 mdni omegaverse, enemies to lovers, fated mates, knotting, mentions of heatand rut, submissive behaviour, explicit, oral (69), p in v (no protection), fluff, biting, late presentation, omegan virginity
Plot: Eddie was a regular at your music store, and his scent, even for a Beta, was delicious to you. Someone who never enjoyed the scent of other people, not even Omegas. The difference is that Eddie repulsed your scent... or so you thought.
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FATED
Most days you didn’t care who was coming into the store and who didn’t.
Recently, the introduction of portable CD players changed the record store into a ‘Music Store’ because now you sold those shiny holographic albums. The business boomed, and as the store owner you were always there, standing proudly at how much clientele your little shop in Starcourt Mall brought in.
You were the first shop to bring in these new devices and the albums and recordings for them to be played. It was a tight money investment, but it honestly brought you more income than ever, and people loved this new technology, and thanks to that, you were now gaining profit.
But it also brought in the worst customer you ever had.
“Robin, please help him. I’m not dealing with his shit today.” You said groggily to your best friend and coworker.
“Honestly, I know there are other shops with the albums he always buys, I don’t know why he is adamant about coming here.” Robin only commented while walking over to that customer who made you crack your neck more than once during his visit.
You looked at how Robin confidently talked to him because she had told you she had known him since high school. You came to Hawkins after you had presented as an Alpha two years ago. You just needed to be independent, and Atlanta was not doing it for you in any way. The smell and scents were disgusting there, and you never once missed it except for your mother.
Now, in 1997, and at 25 years old you had a very successful store, and you had met amazing friends. Steve Harrington, an Omega who is mated with Alpha Billy Hargrove. Robin a Beta who is happily dating another Beta, Chrissy. Billy Hargrove had a rough exterior, but whenever Steve sat on his lap the Alpha would just snuggle him, scenting him with a big dopey smile on his face and you wondered how that felt.
Were you ever going to meet that person?
You believed you had a condition because it couldn’t be possible that you didn’t like any Omega scent that wasn’t mated yet. You were never attracted to the scent, so the only people you have been sleeping with have been Betas. Doctors said that you didn’t have any medical issues going on.
So maybe you were just… different. You have heard of Alphas being attracted to Alphas only, or Betas, but… it’s not like you weren’t attracted to Omegas, it was just their scent. It made your nose scrunch up continuously.
You were ticking off the items on the merchandise list, doing inventory to see what albums need another order. Maybe fifteen CDs will suffice? You wrote that for Nirvana and you cannot believe that you were out of Backstreet Boys already. You ordered a new batch last week, but you could only smile at the teenagers screaming on the counter whenever they could purchase that disc.
You were startled when a loud thump on the counter made you snap back up, looking at the cause of the noise. One disc, just the new Aerosmith album. You sighed already knowing who was purchasing this item and your gaze slowly went up to see that dopey stupid grin on his face while Robin said ‘Sorry’ from behind him.
“Do I get a discount for being a regular client?”
Fuck him. Fuck Eddie Munson.
“Fuck no. If I could, I would raise the price for you only.” You gritted out of your lips, scanning the CDs in the register. You heard him hum in thought but you just kept punching the numbers in the machine to then look up at him. “18 bucks Munson.”
“Shit princess, your prices kill people, you know that?” He commented while shaking his head but he was still taking his wallet out. He put the bill on the counter and you rolled your eyes, putting the 20 bill into the register and handing him the change placing it on the counter for him to take.
“If you don’t like my prices, you can always go to the shops downtown.” You spat at him, anger filling your entire body, only to hear him chuckle.
“If I do that, I won’t be able to make your good day turn into a bad one.” You wanted to hiss at this fucker. You are an Alpha and he was a Beta. Who the fuck does he think he is disrespecting you like that? You never cared for designations but with Eddie? Oh, you fucking did.
“Don’t make me kick you the fuck out of my store.” He raised his hands in defeat, taking the album from the counter and taking a step away, the chains around his hips clinking.
“Don’t miss me too much.” He grinned at you and walked out of the doors and you shot a pissed-off look towards Robin. She finished helping a client and then walked over to you, letting a sigh out.
“He slipped from my fingers in a second. I don’t know how he did it, but he did.” You growled in a low tone at the situation, making Robin back away slightly from you and you sighed, shaking your head.
“Sorry Robs… It’s just, it fucking irks me.” You said as you scratched the patch over your scent gland. It was itchy but ever since he fucking said that to you, you couldn’t help but feel conscious about yourself.
“Cover that up, your scent is repulsing.”
That’s what he had said when he first entered the store two months ago. You bared your teeth at him and he had taken a step backwards. A cocky little Beta. But a Beta that…
“I know… Yeah, I don’t smell it, but maybe it’s because you��re an Alpha.” Robin replied to you, trying to sound confident about it, but you could only shake your head, a sigh escaping your lips.
“I have to be condemned or something. I never once liked a scent before in my life, and the first one I find delightful is from a goddamn cocky Beta that hates my scent.”
And you remembered how your heart had stopped when he first approached you, his sweet scent filling your nostrils in a way that you couldn’t help but take a deep breath in of it. You were ecstatic, shaking with excitement, needing to know about him… Only for his nose to scrunch up and tell you that your scent was disgusting to him.
“Hey, I mean, maybe you can get him back by taking your patch off? Like, fuck him for saying that to you, it’s your store and he will have to deal with it.” You didn’t want to make him feel disgusted by you, because the first time was already hurtful to you, and you didn’t need to see it again.
But maybe Robin was right. You needed to do something in order for him to stop coming to the store so you wouldn’t have to see him anymore. So you wouldn’t be able to smell him anymore.
So the next week, you decided to discard the scent patch on your gland. You have been doing trial and error for the first three days, seeing how the customers would react, only for them to not say anything at all. Even an Alpha complimented you for the strong wooden smell you emanated and even Robin wanted to take a whiff out of your neck but held back.
And the last test was already coming closer to the glass doors, his grin spread on his lips, and when he opened the door his smile faded completely. You squinted at him as you defied his entrance, almost baring your fangs at him, letting him know you didn’t want to be messed with any longer.
But you saw how his eyes teared up, his eyebrows folding in the center of his forehead, and you swore you saw him shake slightly, all over, and you could see how he took a step backwards from you, making your intense stare turn into a worried one. You suddenly felt a whiff of not only a sweet scent but also– something flowery?
Before you could pinpoint what it was, the smell was gone in a flash. You saw how Eddie rushed out of the store, desperately, almost falling over as he did so. Worry hit your chest and mind as you saw the action, catching other customers' attention. Robin looked at you worriedly and you couldn’t help but feel guilty.
What did you do to him? Was your scent so repulsing he had to leave?
You felt rejected by a person who has been making your life a little harder every day, yet you never really hated. You always glanced at him whenever he laughed with Robin, wholeheartedly, and he was the most beautiful Beta you’ve ever seen.
But it would never happen because you were disgusting to him
“Robs?”
“Yeah?”
“I might have to leave Hawkins.”
The decision was not easy, but your Alpha couldn’t handle the rejection any longer. It’s been a week and there was no sign of Eddie at all. You had put on the scent patch on your gland to cover it up again, in hopes that he gets the news from Robin or someone that you already put it on again.
But there was still no sign of your lovely Beta. Of that Beta that made you scent drunk for the very first time, and that made you feel that electricity you have been taught about, just a wave of shocks going all over your body.
You would be leaving in two weeks, leaving the store to Robin to take care of while you tried to open a franchise somewhere else. Robin complained, of course, telling you that you should pay no mind to Eddie suddenly vanishing, that you two never liked each other even.
But it didn’t hurt less.
You punched in the last few numbers in the register, looking up towards the clock on the wall. There were no more customers because you were about to close the shop, already 8 PM.
You heard the glass doors open, a strong sweet scent filling the entire room. The strongest scent you’ve ever smelled in your entire life. Stronger than the Beta that always invaded the store. You turned your head and on the other side of the counter was a panting, flushed, Eddie Munson with sweat all over his forehead.
You felt as if you were suddenly punched in the face, in the gut, just everywhere by how intense his scent was, how you could see how his mating gland was bright red, pulsing and a shockwave ran all over your body, and– Shit, you could smell slick.
The sweet smell was slick.
“What– What the fuck did Robin mean when she said you were leaving!?”
A whine. There was a whine in the back of his throat and you found yourself in a situation you never experienced in your life. You felt your tip already leaking, wanting to come out from your cavity so it could spring up, and also the need to console him, seeing the tears that wanted to simply slip out of his waterline.
You were in front of a distressed Omega.
You rounded the corner as he looked at you, panting, whines coming out of his throat and chest and you swore you never heard a more delightful yet painful sound in your life. You needed to take care of him. You needed your Omega to be happy.
“Shh, shh… you’re okay Omega… You’re okay…” You slowly spoke in a low tone, and Eddie immediately calmed down, his breathing slowly becoming regular once more. He took a step towards you, desperation all over his face.
“You’re not leaving, are you? Please tell me you’re not… I won’t– I don’t–” He was mumbling but even in your bliss you needed answers. You needed them before you touched him for the first time.
“You’re… Why are you an Omega? You– You were a Beta–” And he shook his head really quickly, making his sweaty curls move from side to side. You could still smell the slick in between his legs. Fuck, your mind was hazing all over. Shit.
“I presented… Your– Your scent triggered my presentation.”
Your jaw dropped. You triggered it? He wasn’t a Beta? You assumed he was because of the small sweet scent he had because even Betas have a faint scent to them. But– how could you have triggered it?
“What? How? You said– You said you hated my scent!” A whine was heard from his chest and you felt your knees weaken at the sound of distress as he shook his head again, his eyes burning from how hard he was trying to hold back his tears.
“No! No! I– I never hated it! I– It was too strong and it immediately made me feel drunk when I first met you, and I got scared of how intense your smell was and how good it was making me feel–” He was rambling, the smell getting thicker and thicker and your nostrils started flaring up at each intake of it you took.
“Wait– So–” You were trying to make sense of the situation despite how feral you were starting to feel. You are no knothead, you really aren’t… But fuck if you didn’t want to knot this beautiful Omega right in front of you. You never felt this need before, never in your life, but you felt like jumping on him, taking what you need.
Take. Take. Take.
Mate.
“Please, don’t leave– Please, your scent drives me insane…” His eyes landed on your scent gland that was covered in the scent blocker and he whined in distress and you couldn’t deny him. You couldn’t bear to see him shake for you like this.
You ripped the patch off, and as soon as you did it, his eyes lit up in joy and he dove in. His nose hit your neck as his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you closer than ever and your heart started beating in a loud and deep pace. The blood flow was in your ears, and your mind was filled with his smell, with that sweet enchanting smell that emanated from him.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as your nose went deep into his scent gland, your eyes widened when your pants started straining you, and your cock needed to be free so it could get out of your cavity for relief. You winced in pain when he rubbed his hips against yours, but you weren’t going to break the moment. Not now.
You were becoming primal. His nose rubbed all over the skin of your neck, his lips kissing over your mating gland, making an electric shock run all the way down from the top of your head to your toes.
And that’s when you remembered a particular health class.
You needed to be the rational one here. You needed the Omega in your arms to listen to you so he would be conscious of what was happening. Despite your growl of not wanting to pull away, you held onto his shoulders in order to pull him off you. He whined, trying to dive in again, but you stopped him with a stern look on your face, at least, the best one you could wear right now.
“Listen to me, Eddie.” You saw him take a deep breath in and nod at you, but you knew he was holding himself back by the shaking of his arms underneath your hands. You wanted to comfort him, but you were afraid that he was talking due to his presentation, from the last remnant of his heat.
“Wha–”
“I think we are Scent mates.”
And his eyes locked with yours and everything made sense. You were fated mates. This was the reason you couldn’t stand the smell of other people, not even Omegas. Eddie had the same experience, but he believed that it was because he might be a Beta.
And then you happened. The first time he came into the music store he was almost knocked down on his ass from the intense wooden, yet most delightful thing he ever smelled. He scanned the room with widened eyes and they finally landed on you as you chatted happily with Robin Buckley, an old friend from school.
Of course, you were an Alpha. He wouldn’t have a fucking chance, but at least he needed you to cover up the scent a little bit. You were going to live in Hawkins more likely, and he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to handle it.
So he said what he said when it was the complete opposite.
But even when his goal was to see you as little as possible, his feet always went back into the store, and he realized the smell was way less intense thanks to your scent blockers, making him yearn for it again. He had to be careful, afraid of getting attached to an Alpha that wouldn’t be able to hold onto his Beta self if you ever met a more appealing Omega.
And now, the words coming out of your mouth made sense. He was always meant to be an Omega, but it seemed like his body was waiting to get triggered. It waited and waited, and last week you decided to take the patch off, and he knew something shifted inside of him the moment he crossed those doors.
The pain of his insides rearranging was the most excruciating feeling in the world, the lack of pleasure from touching himself in his new slit, not doing anything for him. The only thing he needed and wanted was you. You and your pleasure. You and your knot. Shit, he needed your knot because if he didn’t, he felt like he was going to die.
“Fated…” It was the only thing he managed to get out with a smile on his lips, and your own matched his, and you did what you have been wanting to do ever since you saw him since you smelled him. You held onto his face with both of your hands, and the fire was too intense, you could feel it all over your body.
So this is what fated mates looked like, felt like.
And you were exhilarated that it happened to you since it was not known for it to be something that happened in everyday life. It is said that there is only a 5% chance per year of fated mates. Scent mates. The idea of it felt like a fantasy, but you would be with that person who would understand you the best for the rest of your life.
And now, you have that person. You pulled his face towards yours, the sweetness invading all your veins while the burnt wood filled Eddie’s. Your lips grazed his, softly, a soft moan escaping your lips as a whimper came out of his, and before you knew it your lips were devouring his in such a need that neither of you had felt before.
You treated him coldly since you met him, yes, but it was because of the rejection you felt in your body. It was so bad that you even decided to leave Hawkins before you went into rejection ruts which, from what you’ve heard, were the most painful ruts to ever go through, and sometimes, the pain of rejection never stopped.
He was moaning into your mouth as his hands pressed all over your back while your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling you closer to him, desperation and hunger coming off from the both of you. Your hands gripped onto his scalp tightly, heavy breaths escaping your nose as your belly started twisting and you knew your insides were screaming for release.
You felt his tongue lick onto your bottom lip and you groaned at the gesture, and you wanted to comply to your Omega, give him what he needed. You opened your mouth to invite him in and you could hear a happy chirp coming from his chest and you swore you’d never heard a more beautiful sound in your life.
He appreciated the access and both of your tongues were fighting in between lips, inside mouths, and his taste was so delectable, like ambrosia, like a life source. You felt his hips rubbing against yours, a low purring coming from deep within his chest and the smell of his slick became more potent and your self-control was failing.
You had to get your head together, you needed to take him to a safe place, you two can’t mate here, it’s not safe for him. Someone could smell him and come in, try to snatch him away. You can’t let that happen.
Protect. Protect. Protect.
You pulled away from him and he tried to follow your lips again, but you pulled on his scalp as a growl vibrated in your throat, making him whimper in your hold.
“We need to go to a safe place baby, do you have a nest?” And he was teary-eyed, shaking his head.
“Not enough. You’re not there. No clothes. No scent. Not enough.” He was losing his ability to speak properly, his mind clouding in need of you, his slick making his inner thighs feel itchy and he knew his sweatpants needed to be burnt after this. Your eyes softened and you gave him a soft nod.
“You want to go to my home? Want to make a nest there?” He instantly nodded, desperately, clinging to you like a koala, his face flushed as his nose dipped into the crook of your neck.
“Thank you! Thank you, Alpha! Thank you!” You shivered at the word. At how he just called you. It was the first time he called you Alpha, and he was even thanking you for taking care of him. You felt happiness like you’ve never felt before, and you were going to make it last.
“Okay baby, let’s go to the car, and then we’ll go to my house. You can make a nest there and be safe.” You softly replied to him in order to try to calm him down and he only nodded against you, needing your scent to keep his head in a sort of conscious state.
You closed the store as quickly as you could, and you let Eddie hold your hand, wrist to his nose as you took him to your car. He whined when you made him get into the passenger’s seat. You gave him a soft kiss on his forehead and then you rubbed your scent gland against his as you leaned down and another purr came out from him in appreciation.
You rushed to the driver's seat and it was the most tortuous drive ever. He had your wrist in his mouth and he kept licking on it, making you extra sensitive. The pain in between your legs was unbearable, your cock already out and constricted inside the fabric. You needed to get home quickly. Quick. Quick.
You for sure went by many red lights, but you couldn’t care less about that. You arrived at your lovely little one-story home in a wide suburban area where an old trailer park was years ago. It looked like a small cabin, and it was so cozy, perfect for your Omega. Yours. Yours.
You parked as quickly as you could, reaching for Eddie over the console to devour his lips once more, your tongue going into his mouth for your saliva to coat him all over and he was so grateful for it. He was being doted on by you, and he wanted more. He was greedy, he knew that, but he was going to fall apart if he didn’t get your knot right this second.
You walked out of the car and rushed over to the passenger’s seat so that you could help Eddie out. He immediately clung to you from behind, his nose deep into your neck, your shoulder, everywhere he could take a deep inhale in. You walked like that towards your door, and you felt a sharp pain in between your legs and in your belly. You were going into a small rut. You needed to be inside him right this second, or at least let your cock free from your pants.
You opened the door and Eddie pulled away with widened eyes as he inhaled the smell from your home and it was you. Everywhere was you. You. He felt so safe like he just found a forever home, like a stray kitten that had just been picked up. You quickly grabbed his hand and rushed towards your room where your bed remained undone since this morning, your laundry had piled up, and some clothes were scattered on the floor.
And that was perfect for Eddie.
He immediately rushed into action and you felt yourself trembling as you saw him start to gather your laundry of dirty clothes and then dump them on your bed. You took this time to rush to the kitchen so that you could prepare some water bottles and some snacks. You didn’t know for how long Eddie had been going without eating something. Shit, fuck, your dick was hurting you, but you needed to be patient for your Omega.
Your belly turned in pain, the testicles inside of you complaining about how much you were holding yourself back. You held onto the counter as you took sharp breaths in. Growls started rumbling in your throat as the heat and lust became greater and worse with each second that passed.
You heard a whine coming from the room and that was enough to make you snap out and not care about your pain any longer. You grabbed the bottles and snacks as quickly as you could and rushed back, worry filling your body only to see Eddie already naked in the middle of your bed, sweat all over his body and… fuck you almost dropped everything on the floor.
His slick was already coating your sheets as he sat kneeled with his legs open so it would drip down.
He had made a quick nest with your clothes and his, all around him, fabric tucked underneath another, your boxers and panties all over and you knew he was waiting for you. You dropped everything all over your vanity and you knew he wanted something else from you. You took your shirt off, handing it over to him and he tucked it away on the side. While he did that, you took your bra off as well and finally, finally, you felt relief when you pulled your pants down, followed by your large panties.
You weren’t always wearing boxers because what are the chances you would get a hard-on in the middle of work?
His eyes widened when he turned to finally see your cock, red tip, precum already leaking from it, and Eddie’s eyes sparkled with need. His mouth salivated and more slick fell from his legs and onto the mattress and you handed him your dirty pants and panties. He quickly put your underwear at the very top, where his head would be, and then tucked your pants underneath some shirts of yours.
He looked at you expectantly, a needy frown on his eyebrows as his eyes teared up with lust. You were so beautiful, and he needed to have you, to taste you, to have you inside of him. He whined when you weren’t getting into his nest, was it not to your taste? Did he do a bad job with it? Was it messy?
“No Omega, nothing like that.” He realized he talked out loud without him being conscious of it. “You need to invite me in…”
“Yes, yes, you can come in, please!” He whined and his hands were reaching out for you desperately and that was all that was left to do. You crawled over the nest in order to not mess anything up with the marvelous job he did with it. It smelled of you and him combined and it was the most wonderful mix you could ever feel.
His arms wrapped around you and he moaned when you pressed your body against his belly, your cock in between the two of you. Your arms were wrapped around his waist as your nails scratched his back, digging into the skin. His mouth found yours desperately as his cocklette rubbed against you, making a blissful friction, just the right amount but not enough.
You moved your hips in a small rutting motion and a moan of his escaped into your lips. Eddie was intoxicated, and all he wanted was more. He purred as your tongue entered his mouth, tasting him once more and he shivered at the strong taste of sandalwood. You were delicious, so fucking delicious.
And he wondered–
He pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily, and you immediately dove to kiss his jaw, moving down towards his neck, gently nipping at the skin, causing him to whimper as he held onto you. You were licking against his scent gland, making his body almost climax because of how good it felt. His words were getting stuck in his throat as you kept kissing all over his skin.
“I– I want to taste you, Alpha– Please, I need to know how you taste.” And you felt your body burn, instantly, at those words. You will let him taste you, of course, how can you deny him, but–
“I will let you Omega, only if you let me taste you as well. If you smell like that, I can’t even begin to imagine how good you taste down there.” Your words were slurred, almost as if drunk, and maybe you were. You were drunk, completely, but off him. Eddie’s eyes clouded with lust at your proposal, his face flushed with lust and redness, lips plump from all the kissing and his scent gland was a scarlet red and pulsing.
“Yes- Yes!” He nodded and you smirked, giving him a soft peck on the lips, and you shifted you both so you could lay down on the bed, his eyes scanning your position, but his eyes focused on the standing erection that was in front of him, slick falling onto the mattress and you growled at him.
“Don’t waste that. Give me your pretty pussy over here Eddie.” You patted your chest, ordering him to move on top of you. You couldn’t go on top because if you did and he sucked your dick from below, you would start thrusting due to your semi-rut and you don’t want to hurt your lovely Omega.
“Y– You sure?” You smiled reassuringly at him and that was enough for Eddie to sprint into action, throwing one leg to your side, both knees pressing on your waist and your eyes widened as you inhaled deeply.
There was something definitely more delicious than the scent from his gland.
Oh, the smell of his slick. You can’t even begin to describe it. Nothing compares to it, nothing at all. You felt high as if you had inhaled three consecutive bongs, so high that you felt like passing out. But you were brought out of your trance when a drop of his slick fell onto your lip. You licked it, and– you became feral.
Your hands immediately grabbed onto the sides of his hips in order to pull him down, bending towards you so you two would be leveled appropriately in front of each other’s sexes. His inner thighs were soaked, probably getting onto your hair and face, but the more of him that sticks to you the better.
Eddie let out a surprised gasp as he came close to the tip of your dick. He inspected it as his mouth salivated, tongue almost dropping out as if he were panting. He leaned down so he could finally take his tongue out, and give the tip a kitten lick, taking a bead of your precum into his mouth, and he trembled at the taste.
And he went in.
He couldn’t wait, needing to taste you more, so he licked a long stripe from the base to the tip and you groaned, throwing your head back in pleasure as you felt him moaning against your cock. Your insides screamed for more, and you could already feel the fire building at the base of your dick, letting you know that you were ready to knot him.
But you cannot hurt him, and this cavity was new to him. So as he opened his mouth to take the tip into his mouth, purring against it, making you growl in appreciation and pleasure thanks to the vibrations he was sending to you. You focused on the slit above you where his balls were a week ago. You leaned up slightly so you could reach him and you took your tongue out and finally, to Eddie’s relief, you licked a long stripe, from his cocklette, and through his folds.
He squirmed on top of you, moaning against your cock at the new sensation. He felt himself light on fire by your tongue. He needed to focus on giving you pleasure as well since you tasted so good, but you were making him lose his mind already as you kept licking him, savoring him, and cleaning his slick away only for more to gush out of him after two seconds.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” You cannot help but mention it to him, not only for pleasure but because he needs to know just how beautiful he is. How delectable he is to you. He needs to know how he is ruining you.
He hummed in approval, as his head bobs up and down on your cock, your precum still oozing out from the tip, and he swallowed greedily, needing more. His hips started moving against your tongue, wanting a little bit more friction of some sort.
Your tongue wanted more of his nectar, so you pressed your lips against him, tongue entering him and he had to pull away from your cock in order to moan out loud, feeling his belly turn and burn up. He was already getting close to the edge, but he knew he would fall off from it many times tonight.
He whimpered against your greedy tongue as his hand started jerking you off, going up and down with a mix of your precum and his saliva. You growled in pleasure making him shiver and smile excitedly, knowing he was pleasuring you accordingly as well.
One of your hands left his hip and you pulled away from his cunt, earning a whine from him, his hips moving on top of you so you would get your tongue on him again. You chuckled at the eagerness and then you ran your fingers against his folds, gathering slick on them so you could prepare them to finally enter him so you could stretch him out.
He tried giving your cock some attention, but you didn’t care about your pleasure anymore. You wanted him to fall apart on top of you. You slowly entered your middle finger, and Eddie stilled, pulling away from your cock with a ‘pop’, his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ as his throat was left with no sound. Silent moans were the only thing he could manage and it was just one pump. Just one.
And his belly tensed up, his legs started shaking and a tear fell from his right eye as the first climax hit him, out of nowhere. Your eyes widened and you raised your head desperately, giving him even more pleasure as your tongue now joined your finger.
“Yes! A-A–” He wanted to call out to you as he shivered on top of you and your chest rumbled with ecstasy as his slick filled your mouth, sweeter than before even. His walls were clenching tightly against your finger and tongue, and once you felt him stop shaking you pulled your mouth away from him, slurping onto your lips, gulping it all down.
You didn’t let him relax, and you entered the second finger in, and he trembled as he tried moving away from you, but you held him in place with your other hand, growling at him. He moaned at the dominance, loving it more than anything even if he were still trying to come down from his high.
“So good for me Eddie, you can give me one more, right?” And he whined at that, knowing he could definitely give you one more and his eyes widened, his upper body falling on top of your legs as his moans were louder than ever. You had curled your fingers downwards so you could rub onto his new G-Spot. You smirked when his hips started moving against your fingers. Your Omega was very compliant. “Take what you need baby.”
“Fuck!” He cried out as the pleasure became overwhelming, not being able to give you more pleasure with his mouth. He couldn’t even formulate coherent words. This was a pleasure he never thought was possible, and now he was sure he wouldn’t be able to live without it. Without you.
You felt him clenching again, and you nodded wildly, wanting to taste his climax again. You licked your lips in anticipation as you started gaining momentum and you started scissoring your fingers inside of him. He was a babbling mess and you could only guess his eyes were rolling to the back of his head, and you decided to prep him a little more.
You entered another finger inside of him, and Eddie screamed at the stretch, a little painful, but it was so delicious. His whole body was flushed, and the tattoos on his body looked more beautiful than ever.
“C’mon Omega, give me another, and then I will give you what you need. Your Alpha will give you what you need.” And your words, calling yourself his Alpha was enough for him to clench down tightly against your fingers, his nails digging into your legs as he trembled all over, his climax washing all over him.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he clenched his eyelids, his belly feeling too tight and you kept pumping your fingers in and out of him, the squelching being so obscene yet so great.
You slowed your pace so he could relax again, and take a breather, and you were breathing heavily as you took your fingers out of him. He whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, and you raised your head to lap at all the slick he just gushed out, sucking onto his cocklette to also taste the small squirts of slick that also came out of there.
He felt his eyes burn with tears that were created due to extreme pleasure, but he needed more. He won’t be satisfied until he finally has what he has been yearning for since he presented a week ago. You were still licking him up and he finally lifted himself back up, his arms shaking as his hands pressed onto the mattress for support.
You growled when he pulled himself off you. You weren’t done tasting him, and he moved away from you, but the sight that followed after was enough for that small anger to go away. He positioned himself right next to you, his ass up while he slid his upper body back down, pressing it against the mattress. He turned his face so he could look at you as you sat up to take him in.
He was presenting himself to you.
“Please– I need your knot Alpha. Waited so long–” He was crying almost, and you licked your lips, his taste still lingering and his slick was all over your face. You kneeled on the bed and scooted to position yourself behind him. You made him spread his legs even more so his bottom would lower a little bit more.
You were finally going to connect with an Omega. With your Omega. With your fated Omega. What will you feel once you go inside of him? What will happen to the two of you? You didn’t want to hurt him, what if you went feral? Primal? You were already in a semi-rut, triggered by the last stage of his heat.
He moved his hips towards you, enticing you to take him and your hand shot up to grab a handful of one of his ass cheeks, squeezing tightly to then spank it. He moaned against the mattress, loving the pain of it. You took a deep breath in as you got hold of your aching cock and gave it a few strokes, feeling extremely sensitive, like never before.
You rubbed the tip all over his folds, rubbing his slick on it, and whenever the tip touched his cocklette, a soft moan escaped him. You were trembling, trying to keep a rational head, trying not to let the lust take over you completely. This was Eddie’s first time as an Omega, so you had to be careful with him.
You have to take care of your Omega, make him feel safe and trust you.
“I need you to relax for me baby, and you have to tell me if it hurts, okay?” You only heard a whimper against the mattress and you squeezed his ass again as you groaned at him in warning. “I need you to say you will tell me if it hurts Omega.”
“Okay! Okay! I will tell you, please– Just please sweetheart, do something–” And his eyes widened as his mouth fell into a wide ‘O’.
Your tip slowly went in, his folds engulfing you in an intense heat, in something so warm and it was only the tip. It was only the beginning of it all, and you were already feeling like you were going to pop a knot.
You pushed in slowly, your hand reaching below him so you could rub onto his cocklette to give him more stimulation, and he was still trying to wrap his head around how good it felt. He was gone, already cockdrunk as he tried moving his hips towards you for more. You held him in place as you groaned in pleasure, not wanting him to hurt himself.
“Stay still Eddie–” You were almost choking on your words as you kept pushing yourself into him, more and more, feeling his tight pussy all around you, and fuck was he perfect. This was the most perfect moment in your life and you can’t wait to have many more like this one. You can’t wait.
“More… More…” He was sputtering those words as his drool fell on the mattress and his slick gushed and gushed, falling all over his legs, dripping down into the sheets. You groaned as you looked at the mating gland, a bright red, trying to entice you in. You shut your eyes tightly, and you couldn’t hold yourself any longer. You prepped him well.
And so you thrust in, bottoming out in one pump.
He cried in pleasure, a slight burning happening as he tried to adjust to the new feeling, to the new stretch inside of him. He already felt the pain in his belly start to calm down, but it was still there, lingering. He was already trembling underneath you and you were breathing heavily as you put both your hands on his hips again, and one of them gave his lower back soft circles, caressing him.
“You alright Eddie? Are you okay? Does it hurt?” You asked, your Omega’s comfort first and foremost than your pleasure. You saw him nod against the mattress, and his hips moved just one inch, making you groan. He was so warm inside, he felt so good.
“Yes– Please move, I’m fine, just go slow first Alpha…” And your Omega was so good, voicing out what he needed instead of telling you things that might hurt him in the end. You pulled your hips back, slowly, and he winced just barely as you let out a sigh of relief, pushing back in.
You were fighting with so many deities right now, trying to hold back, trying to not let your Alpha take control all over your body and mind. It wanted to go deep, ruin the man below you, the Omega that you wanted to spend your entire life with, and you weren’t going to let it. Not now. You needed Eddie to adjust around your cock before you did any of that.
And then it happened, his moans suddenly appeared, turning louder as you thrusted in and out, and you knew he was feeling the pleasure, this time entirely. You took a deep breath in, your whole body sweating and you braced yourself as you started moving quicker, harder.
And then, it was a blur. Suddenly you were going slow, neutral, and the next thing you know, your hips were slapping against his ass as you buried yourself inside of him, taking him, destroying him for everyone else, marking him in a way that no one else did before and no one else would be able to.
You were going to make sure of that.
You were growling, the rumbles of pleasure vibrating inside your chest, as you moved in and out of him. He was whimpering, tears rolling down his face, his hands digging into the sheets. He didn’t know what he would feel from this, but it was never this. He knew it would feel good, most likely, but never this excellent, this perfect.
He looked so beautiful as the squelching of his slick bounced all over your bedroom’s walls. You felt your fangs wanting to come out as your eyes gazed over the mating gland once more. You growled again, reaching around him once again to rub onto his cocklette, sending him in a spur of blabbering, of praising, of begging.
“So good Alpha-! Making me feel so good–!” He didn’t even know what he was saying, and he was probably, most likely, going to be embarrassed about it later on. Right now? He couldn’t care less. You weren’t going to remind him what he said either. You don’t want to fluster your Omega, not in a way that would make him feel bad.
You felt his walls clenching around you, making you start to breathe heavily, feeling your insides turn in need. The base of your cock was burning, and you knew your knot wouldn’t take long to start swelling, but you had to keep going, stretch him even more, and gladly he was going to cum again.
“You can do it Omega, cum on your Alpha’s cock.”
And Eddie cursed loudly as he cried out your name, his walls clenching all around you, making a strangled moan get caught in your mouth at the overwhelming sensation. You kept your pace as he trembled with his climax, moaning with tears springing out of his eyes. He was gushing out, spraying you with his juices all over your pelvis and legs, his cocklette had covered your hand with its squirts, and you felt your belly start to scream out in pain.
You started to slow down your pace when you felt him relax again, and he was breathing heavily against the mattress as he rode out the last remnants of his orgasm. You groaned as he gave you one final clench and it gave you the strength to pull out and grab onto his ass to turn him over with such force you never thought was possible for you.
He was surprised at the new position, his legs opened wide for you to slot in just perfectly, his eyes widening when he looked at your naked body, your breasts moving up and down and your eyes… your pupils were completely dilated and he could see your fangs beginning to bare, and he smiled with happiness at it.
“Mate me… Mate me, sweetheart… Knot me.” And you trembled and almost whimpered at his request. You grabbed onto the back of his knees, spreading his legs apart and for you to have leverage as you seethed yourself back in with one deep thrust. Eddie threw his head back as a surprised moan escaped him. He was sensitive, so overstimulated but there was one last thing his body craved for. That one thing he desired more than anything in the world.
“I’m going to knot you Eddie, you’re going to take my knot, aren’t you? My sweet Omega… Mine.”
That last word came out with the most possessive growl you ever did in your life. Maybe the first ever. A chirp mixed with a whimper was heard inside Eddie’s throat and chest. A delectable sound for your ears as you continued to rail him, angling your cock so you could hit that spongy part of his repeatedly.
Eddie couldn’t even process any words right now. He just kept nodding at everything you said, and your eyes were fixated on the mating gland, the Alpha inside of you telling you to bite him. To lock him in. To make him yours forever.
And Eddie’s rationality came back for a second when a new pain started happening below. He felt a new stretch, a wider one, popping in and out. Your knot was starting to swell and you heard him whine in pain and you almost stopped but it was just a bit more.
“A-Alpha–” He called out to you, his arms stretched out to try to hold you. You immediately dropped his legs as you bent forward, his arms wrapping around you and you were holding yourself up on your hands as you continued to thrust into him and you saw how his face contorted in pain and pleasure mixed together.
“A bit more. A bit more baby–” You were breathless, your mind turning into mush as the possessiveness was taking over your body. Eddie was looking up at you, a small smile on his lips as his walls started clenching again.
“Bite me… Make me yours– Please, mate me.”
Your eyes widened at that. He wanted to be yours completely. Of course he would, you two are scent mates, fated to be together. He wants it, he is begging for it… So why not? Why not? Why the fuck not?
And in one thrust you sat inside of him, deep, and your knot completely swelled up in its full size, locking yourself into him. You came inside of him in thick white ropes, and you growled loudly when he also came around you, milking your knot dry as he cried out in pleasure and you looked down at his gland.
Why the fuck not?
And you bit down, making Eddie yell in pleasure and pain, knowing your teeth had pierced his skin and he felt you cumming again inside of him and finally, finally, his belly stopped hurting. His belly was thankful, filled with his Alpha’s cum.
You two were breathing heavily, you were still on top of him, mouth still wrapped around his skin, sweaty bodies clinging together, and the smell of both your scents filled the air. It felt like home, warm, and cozy, even with all the mess that was underneath the two of you.
Only when Eddie’s head became conscious again, he realized that you bit his shoulder… not his mating gland. You didn’t mate him. He became self-conscious about it, instantly, the distressed Omega in him becoming erratic and you could feel it, pulling yourself up to look at him.
“Was it not good? Why didn’t you mate me, sweetheart?” He was almost whining, wanting answers and you shook your head at him with a small smile on your face, leaning towards his face so you could kiss him on the cheek.
“It was perfect Eddie… I just didn’t want to mate you because we had to…” You explained to him and he was confused at that, raising an eyebrow up in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“I want to court you Eds.” And he felt his heart flutter at your words. You cared about him, not caring about the fate aspect of it all. You wanted to be with him by your own accord, getting to know him, and for the both of you to learn to love one another. He smiled at you, holding you even closer.
And his eyes filled with tears at your gesture. You wanted to do the whole courting ritual, something that was not needed nowadays or it wasn’t something people used to do anymore, and he assumed that if you were fated mates, so… what is the reason for it?
“Wait… so– Does this mean you won’t leave then?” You heard the small whimper behind his voice, the need for you to confirm that fact or not, hoping that it was a negative answer.
“I was only planning to leave because I felt rejected by you. Don’t worry my Omega, I am not going anywhere…” You smiled down at him and he returned it with a bright one, leaning up to give you a small peck on the lips, and then pulling away with a teasing grin on his lips.
“You really do care about me in the end, huh?” He chuckled and you growled slightly at that, giving him a soft kiss on the lips which he hummed with contentment. He wanted to mess with you a little more, a smirk appearing on his lips. “I mean, we both know how it’s going to end, might as well just bite me and get it over with, right?”
Your eye twitched, your heart becoming ablaze again as you once more raised yourself up with both your hands and you pressed your hips against him again, your knot still firmly wrapped inside of him, making him whimper slightly.
“You know what I feel like doing Eds?” He could sense the threat in your voice, but he was excited for it, because he finally had you, and whatever you give him he is going to take.
“What is that Princess?” He said the nickname he often used to make you mad at work whenever he came to visit, but instead of a frown, he gulped when you only smirked at him.
“I feel like getting you back for all the times you were a cocky little brat in my shop.”
And Eddie was scared of that but chirped with excitement either way.
Yes, you were fated alright.
End.
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One of Astarion's most interesting scenes to me is the one in the flop house where we meet Dalyria and Petras. So, obviously, I felt the need to analyze it.
Astarion's behaviour switches the very moment he recognises his siblings. He has been snappy and theatrical before, but this now feels different. More raw. His posture changes, he bends forward in a pose like he's ready to attack. The moment he sees them, he enters fight mode.
And indeed, he does attack. He immediately goes for Petras, aiming for the weak spots he knows, his intelligence. It's bite or be bitten. If he doesn't do it (a choice you can make in his origin run for example) Petras does just the same, insulting Astarion using his known flaws: his arrogance, his egoism, claiming Astarion is all talk. This tells so much about Astarions life with them.
Dalyria is a bit calmer, she seems to care about both of them, at least enough that she doesn't want to see either of them killed. Dalyria does believe Cazador's claim of freeing them at least on surface level. She can be convinced to trust Astarion when he says he'll free them. She wants to be free. Asking why Astarion would come back if he was free, there is a certain longing in her voice. She's also the one telling Astarion about the ritual place, hoping Astarion might actually be able to free them, or at least not kill Petras.
Still the aggression in the room is not only between Astarion and Petras. Astarion also snaps at Dalyria when she's barely said anything. "That's not a way to welcome back a brother, Dal." The three of them are like dogs in the kennels of a dog fighting ring, barking at the sight of each other. Trained to compete and not giving each other an inch. You can imagine what it must have been like sharing one bedroom.
Then Astarion does his theatrical "Didn't you miss me?" Did they? Probably as much as Astarion pities them. A bit, because they've known each other for so long, but not enough to go out of their way. Just after saying he pities them, Astarion dreams about completing the ritual (which includes sacrificing them). Mostly I see the "Didn't you miss me" as Astarion wanting to make a confident first impression on them. Although it's too late, because his first instinct was to pull up his usual defences when interacting with his siblings: snapping at them.
And then Astarion actually gets physically aggressive and burns Petras. This is new. Petras didn't expect this. He says "What the hells happened to you, Astarion?" In combination with the other spawn scene when they call Astarion the runt, that never put up a fight, this paints a clear picture: Astarion has never been physically aggressive during his time with Cazador. Probably because he didn't have the means. He was simply too weak, being tortured more than any of the others. Petras talks about eating rats and dogs, Astarion got rats and bugs (he says that when talking about the bite with Tav). Also of course being broken into submission by being sealed into the tomb for the one time he didn't obey. (Worthy to mention that even then Astarion did not fight, he ran.)
Now that Astarion has some power for the first time, he uses it. And holy damn can I understand why he wants more. How good it must feel to be able to defend himself with more than words for the first time. This bit of power makes him say "I am not afraid of anything anymore."
It's enough for him to say "I am going to stop Cazador." A thing none of the spawn expects of him. Astarion would never rebel against the master. Cazador himself doesn't believe it until his last moment. They were all wrong about Astarion. Cazador indeed never broke him.
Also, pay attention to the leaning forward pose. Astarion does that on multiple occasions. It's his "my instinct screams to fight and defend myself"-pose.
(I am not entirely sure if "do not slouch before me" is also referring the same pose, or if it's more of an instinct to bow or cower. But that's for another day.)
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Beg !!!
Kokushibo x Fem!Reader one shot
NSFW I 18+ I MDNI I
Synopsis: Upper Moon One is your lover and you wronged him.... He is angry and you deserve what is coming to you... Are you scared yet?
Warning: This whole scenario is a smut. Violence. Anal. Oral. Penetration. Dom!Kokushibo. Blood (only a little bit). Orgasm denial. Rough sex as punishment. Yandere. Biting. Degradation. Begging. Forced submission. Very explicit content, so beware or.... enjoy.
Word count: 1702
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Footsteps echoed in the large hallway. It was him. In just a moment he would enter the chamber. You longed for him, craved him. The knot in your underbelly was now pressing unbearably, all you wanted was to feel his thick length inside you.
But today was different, there was also the terrible lump in your throat, fighting for your attention. What you did was wrong, so terribly wrong… But then again, Kokushibo promised to be back within a week. Weeks went by with no news other than the occasional report that came to Muzan, passed on to you.
And then there was the party, to welcome the young, new upper moon. He was tall with the most perfect physique. His hair was long and almost white and then those sparkling eyes….in all colours of the rainbow. His charisma and charm were overwhelming. In such stark contrast to the dirt, he whispered in your ear by the end of the evening. You could not resist, could anyone? If it was not so wrong it would have been worth it, he was beyond experienced too. The memory of the things he did to you made you blush even now, even though the fear of your approaching lover was gripping you in an ever-tightening vice.
Kokushibo entered the room, without a word put aside his katana, and walked up to you, his eyes glaring at you with a look you have never seen before. You should have fallen to the ground, begged for forgiveness, and apologise, but as silly and stunned as you were, you simply stood up and smiled awkwardly.
``Welcome back, Kokushibo-sama´´.
You felt so uneasy and stupid, but it was now too late to correct this behaviour. Because without uttering a word, he grabbed you by the back of your neck, claws digging into the delicate skin, and pushed you down to the ground, until you were where you should have been from the start: on your knees.
His lip twitched slightly and he bared his fangs in a condescending grin.
``You betrayed me, whore. I thought you were better than to fuck around while I am away. You will pay for this and by the end of it you will be begging me to stop´´.
The look in his eyes was growing more and more terrifying. There was lust, but also something cold and cruel, you only saw this once before… when he was fighting his enemies. A shiver ran down your spine.
`´Is he really going to kill me? ´´ you thought.
Sure, he spared the young upper moon, but only because Muzan intervened. The youngster was obviously valuable to him. This angered Kokushibo even more than your betrayal. But why would he spare you? You were replaceable, only made his lover because of your looks and charm. He could have anyone he pleased… He could now smell your fear, it surged through his senses like a powerful stimulant, it was awakening his aggression and sending it to new heightened levels.
``Do you think I am going to kill you, hm? That would be too easy on you. I still want you around to please me. So no, I shall spare your life, but after tonight you will learn your place´´.
In complete silence, he untied his hakama and revealed his enormous member, already erect, with precum dripping down the shaft. Normally, you would start your usual routine of sucking and licking, but this time you did not even have time to react before his hand twisted your hair in a tight grip and yanked your head forward toward his cock.
``Open your mouth´´ he commanded in a voice so hoarse and deep that despite the overwhelming fear, you felt your juices run down your thigh.
Like a puppet you obeyed and with one brutal move, he shoved the entire length of his cock into your throat. He groaned and started pumping at a relentless tempo. His spare hand was now gripping your throat, while the other was holding a firm grip on the back of your head with your hair tied around his thick wrist. You could barely breathe now, being basically on the verge of fainting. You were seeing stars but for all the wrong reasons. Eventually, you felt his cock grow and within seconds he came deep inside your throat, his orgasm accompanied by a powerful thrust. He kept on pumping, letting all his seed come out properly until pulling out. You slumped on the ground like a ragdoll. Spit and semen dropped out of your ruined mouth.
Without a word, he grabbed you under one of your arms and dragged you to the futon. With ease, possessing such unearthly strength, he tossed you onto the mattress. You were now on your back with him towering over you. With one quick move, he ripped your clothes off exposing your naked body to the beast that he was quickly turning into.
He then removed his kimono. As always, you gasped at the sight of his magnificent, perfectly toned strong body. His black hair clinging to his sweaty chest in unruly locks.
His long, sinewy, and clawed fingers started to trace your folds, spreading them and rubbing slightly. You were wet and needy. A moan left your lips when he parted your folds fully and pressed one of his fingers against your clit. His movement was lewd and lazy. He positioned himself between your legs and in an unkind manner kicked them to the side to make more room for himself. Once again, without a warning, he thrust his cock inside you with one quick move. This time it was your cunt he started abusing. The initial pain quickly dissipated into indescribable pleasure as his full length and girth were hitting all the right spots. Your moans were growing louder, but just as you were nearing your release, he pulled out.
``Do you think I am here to please you, bitch? Do you?´´
He almost hissed into your ear, his weight crushing you under him and leaving you gasping for air. His lips traced down your neck, bared fangs grazing along, leaving marks.
He raised himself up to hover over you and his eyes grew darker. He grinned as he lifted himself off you completely, he was now kneeling between your legs. Very quickly, his huge arms, wrapped around your ass and waist flipped you on your belly. He moved closer to you spreading your legs with his rough hips and thighs. You were aching to come, to make love to him, to feel pleasure, but you did not even dare to think the thought anymore.
``Please, Master, I am so sorry, I really did not mean…´´.
You could not finish your sentence because a large hand firmly covered your mouth.
``Shut up! You will speak when I tell you to speak´´ he growled.
He was now rubbing his hard cock on your folds, only to coat himself with your juices. Once he thought the lubrication was sufficient (for him, but not for you), he stretched your ass with one hand and positioned the tip of his cock on your asshole.
You were truly terrified, `` he would not, would he? `` Sure, the two of you had the occasional anal sex, but he was always gentle, there was sufficient foreplay and extra lubricant. But this? This meant one thing: pain. And the pain you would receive; because as roughly as he handled your mouth and cunt, he now did the same to your ass.
The scream that left your lips was animalistic to say the least. The pain was agonising, but your reaction only seemed to arouse him even more. He leaned down over you and sank his sharp fangs into your back, drawing blood. He was thrusting at a fast and brutal tempo, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin reminded more of a satanic chant than lovemaking.
The force of his thrusts was sending you forward as you tried to hold on to the sheets as best as you could. At this point, tears were rolling down your cheeks and you felt like you were sinking into a dark haze of pain and hopelessness, but also, as sick as it was:....lust.... After what felt like an eternity, he finally released himself in you. Maybe this was finally the end of it, of the punishment.. Maybe now you would get to ease your pent up desire.... But no.
He was now sitting on the futon, his legs spread, his cock already semi erect and his scarred chest glistening with sweat, all the while you were curled up on your side, marked and destroyed. The sheets were stained with cum and blood. But he didn´t let you rest.
His powerful arms pulled you up to a kneeling position in front of him. He gripped your face and moved his close to yours. He was about to kiss you, that would be a relief. But then.. you looked into his eyes and realised, that the cold and cruel fire was still there. So indeed, he kissed you, but this was not a kiss of affection, it was the kiss of possessive power. His long demon tongue was deep in your throat, suffocating you and making you gag. His fangs bit your lip. He pulled away and looked at you.
``Now you will beg me for mercy, for forgiveness. You deserve everything that I am choosing to do to you.´´
He tightened his grip on you.
``So now, slut: BEG! ´´
His deep voice was teasing your insides, stirring up fear and arousal all the same.
`` I am so sorry, Master. I have been stupid, ungrateful. I know that I do not deserve your mercy, but I beg you to stop the punishment, to stop my suffering. I will do anything. Please Master, I beg you for your mercy``.
The look in his eyes softened slightly, the cold rage subsiding, but the savage lust-filled darkness was still there, merciless and wild.
`` I accept your apology, but I´m afraid that there is only one way for you to make your apology mean something``
With one powerful movement, using only one of his arms, he shoved your head into his lap, once again growling his command
``open your mouth´´
and once again he shoved his now fully erect cock into your mouth.
``I am only getting started with you, this will be your lesson to not ever wrong me like this again´´.
And the night was only young…
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This is my very first o/c fanfic. I scribbled it down while working on a longer story.. I hope this wasn't too violent 😅.. My main o/c project is more fluff/nsfw with a very romantic Koku 😍 and I can't wait to share it with you soon 😊.
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just wanted to hear your voice
pairing: billy russo x fem!reader
summary: billy hasn't been able to stop thinking about you all morning, and he just wants to hear your voice.
warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)
word count: 1.4k
a/n: this is a very special birthday gift for my baby lea, @thyme-in-a-bubble. i'd send you a cake, but you're the superior baker between us, so i'm giving you the slutty gift of billy instead. i hope your birthday is as magical as you are, and i hope you enjoy your present. i love you endlessly. 🖤
as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated.
Billy very rarely had a hard time focusing. He approached everything, especially his empire, with tenacious determination and an insatiable thirst for success. There was no detail too small, no risk too grand, and no stone he didn’t personally overturn. His desire for perfectionism and order may have appeared as obsessive and controlling to some, but to Billy, appearances and status were everything, so it was imperative to give every task at hand his full and undivided attention.
But today, his thoughts couldn’t stop wandering to you.
All the blocks of black ink on the documents in front of him blurred into a mirage of you in that emerald green silk robe that was carelessly wrapped around your figure this morning while you got ready in the bathroom. It took him fifteen minutes just to knot his tie because he couldn’t stop staring at your alluring reflection in the mirror. The dark green fabric looked absolutely decadent on your soft skin, pulling taut against your body in all the right places. The belt was loosely tied around your waist, leaving a large expanse of your chest on display for his viewing pleasure, the edges of the robe just barely stopping right before your nipples.
It took every ounce of self control Billy had not to bend you over the counter, lift the hem of the robe just a few inches upwards, and make you watch in the mirror while he fucked you.
But he had an important meeting in twenty minutes that he couldn’t miss.
Sometimes he really fucking hated owning his own company.
Billy hadn’t even heard most of the pitch during the meeting. The monotone voice of the talkative investor should’ve been the perfect combat to dull his half hard cock into submission, but his mind kept wandering to you, and that only made his throbbing problem worse. He wasn’t a religious man, but he silently thanked whoever might be listening that black was his signature color, and that it slimmed instead of emphasized the prominent bulge in his pants.
He tried to busy himself with all the tasks that needed his attention, and fuck did he try, but his eyes could only decipher a few words before everything went blurry and shapeshifted into your form again. He should’ve just taken you over the fucking counter and been late. He could’ve made you both come in a matter of minutes. He had never regretted a decision so fucking much as he did right now.
Billy made it forty-five minutes before he absolutely couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock ached within the confines of his briefs, and he wasn’t going to make it through the rest of the day without some relief. Without giving it another thought, Billy grabbed his phone and dialed your number, placing his phone between his ear and his shoulder while swiftly unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly. He had just slipped his hand past the waistband of his briefs to wrap his slender fingers around his cock when your melodic voice sounded on the other side of the line.
“Hi handsome.”
Billy sank his top teeth into his bottom lip, giving his cock a gentle squeeze, letting out a deep exhale through his nose as he leaned back in his chair to get comfortable.
“Hey darlin’. You busy?”
“Not particularly. Why, what’s up?”
“Nothin’. Just wanted to hear your voice, s’all.”
Billy swiped his thumb across his weeping tip, letting out a silent hiss as he used the spurt of his arousal as a lubricant to coat the length of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut when your soft giggle sounded in his ear.
“Baby, you heard my voice an hour ago.”
“S’too fuckin’ long, doll.”
Another harmonious string of giggles played in his ear, and he began to slowly flick his wrist upwards in a light jerking motion, doing his best to keep his voice steady.
“Tell me how your mornin’s goin’.”
Billy caught almost every other word of your exposition, the pleasure building in his lap nearly clouding his mind entirely with lust. He kept his eyes closed, conjuring your figure in front of him on his desk in that little robe he had gotten you for your birthday, thighs spread apart enough to display your soaked cunt to him while you spoke. God, the things he would do to you if you were here right now.
“Billy?”
“Hm?”
“I said how did your meeting go?”
He was so wrapped up in his fantasy of you that he had completely missed your question. A layer of sweat had started to bead along his hairline, and he hadn’t even noticed that he’d begun to steadily buck his hips upwards into his own hand.
“Fine. It was fine.”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before your voice rang through laced with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“M’fine, darlin’.”
“Are you sure? You sound a little out of it.”
If you were here with him right now, you would’ve caressed his face in your soft palm. Physical touch was one of your love languages, and it awoke a craving in Billy he hadn’t realized he had blocked out from a lifetime of being touch starved.
He adored all your little touches. He loved the way you held his hand proudly wherever the two of you went. He enjoyed how you always touched his arm to get his attention when you wanted to show him something. He felt a rush of warmth every time he felt your arms wrap around him from behind in a hug when you were watching him do something, or checking on him if it was late and he hadn’t come to bed yet. He liked that you were always absentmindedly adjusting his tie for him or fixing his hair back into place if it got unruly.
But he really loved the way you touched him when he pleasured you. He savored the sharp sting of your fingers tugging roughly at his dark roots to bring his face closer to your pussy when he ate you out. He got off on the pain you inflicted clawing into his back when he fucked you hard and rough. He reveled in the way you held his hands above his head when you rode his cock with a pleased grin plastered on your lips. He cherished the way you held his face in your hands when he made love to you.
All those images in his head caused him to let out a desperate moan, and he didn’t miss the way your breath hitched on the other side of the phone.
“Billy…are you-”
“I shoulda fucked you this mornin’ like I wanted, doll.”
He heard the sharp intake of breath you took. The quiet and soft moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock and nearly had his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Billy-”
“Looked so fuckin’ good in that robe, darlin’. Gonna buy you one in every fuckin’ color so I can fuck you in all of ‘em. God, I been hard all fuckin’ mornin’ from thinkin’ ‘bout you, baby.”
“Are you-”
“Fuckin’ my hand wishin’ it was your pussy instead? Yeah, I am.”
A delicate noise of desire echoed through the phone’s speaker, and it sounded like the exact one you made whenever he sucked at that sweet spot on your neck.
“Billy…”
Your voice came out in a breathless moan, and it only made him fuck his hand faster.
“Say my name like that again, baby. C’mon, lemme hear it again.”
Billy was panting heavily now, that tight band within him dangerously close to snapping. His hand was moving furiously up and down the base of his cock, and he slipped his other hand into his briefs to gently squeeze his balls.
“Billy.”
Throwing his head back against the chair, Billy groaned your name loudly when he came, his jaw hanging open as he fucked his hand through his orgasm. Warm ropes of his release painted wet stripes along his crisp white button up, and he let out a quiet moan from the overstimulation of emptying himself completely.
A wolfish grin spread across his lips as he tried to catch his breath, wiping his sticky palm off on his shirt.
“I’m comin’ home to change suits. You better be there waitin’ when I get there.”
#happy birthday to my sweet honeybun lea 🍯#billy russo#billy russo x y/n#billy russo x you#billy russo x reader#billy russo x female reader#billy russo x fem!reader#billy russo x f!reader#billy russo blurb#billy russo smut
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Hey so i have been watching way of the house husband lately so can i ask for some girls with a house husband s/o thanks anyway love too read your stuff
(Genshin Impact/GFL) Sara, Eula, Rosaria, Springfield, AK-15, RO635, and UMP9 with a House Husband S/O
I feel the masculine urge to love and adore my wife.
"Today's the day...we got to take your balls away."
Sara honestly doesn't know how to react to her S/O lovingly taking care of things back at home.
She's used to servants and whatnot doing so, but not her own lover.
It made her feel...weird.
(S/O) "Hey, welcome home, Sara! Dinner's about to be ready!"
(Sara) "...T-Thank you."
Sara never fails to be flustered seeing such basic acts of kindness. It made her feel like a normal person rather than a military general.
But she did not hate it, not by a longshot.
She also makes sure to not let any word of her home life. Sure there were security reasons but honestly? It'd just make her feel embarassed.
Here stood Inazuma's general, the Raiden Shogun's second in command, getting all blushy because her S/O made her a cute dinner.
Eula is also in the camp of "not used to being treated with love."
Again, she was used to servants doing these sorts of menial tasks, but S/O did not seem to mind.
It wasn't entirely strange, since gender roles for these kinds of things was quite the old way of thinking, even for the Lawrence clan.
But it weirded her out more because she just wasn't used to having meals made for her, or any type of thing done for her.
(Eula) "Dinner is great tonight, thank you S/O. Remind me to cook for you as well, lest I have my ven...-"
She gives up halfway, seeing S/O's confused expression.
(Eula) "N-Nevermind. Thank you."
She doesn't mention this to others mostly for her pride.
But it was also she wanted this part of S/O to herself.
(Rosaria) "Thanks."
Rosaria had not felt this type of love in a very long time.
She knew for a fact she would never be used to S/O being at home for her.
But she was grateful. S/O was always there at night to provide her a meal and bandaging for her wounds.
They were concerned of course, but she wasn't bombarded by questions of what she was doing or why she was injured.
It was less being submissive and more S/O trusting her. And that meant more than any meal cooked to Rosaria.
The least she could do is return that trust, even if it made her feel anxious.
She still encourages S/O to get out and do some of their own hobbies as well. The last thing she wants to do is confine them. This is the city of freedom after all.
POWER COUPLE
Admittedly, Springfield is a stay-at-home kind of wife herself, so her and S/O get along swimmingly!
The two work with the other T-Dolls at the cafe and are jokingly teased about being an old couple already with the way they act.
The two are always seen together smiling, their homely natures working to great effect at making others relax in their presence.
(Springfield) "Hm, am I cooking dinner tonight S/O, or are you?"
It's a constant battle at home of who will spoil the other, and the two unfortunately do not care about their PDA antics, meaning other T-Dolls and humans will have to suffer in their lovey-dovey presence.
May god (or the Omnissiah) have mercy on anyone in their vicinity, because Springfield and S/O certainly won't.
15 stopped asking S/O why they did the things they did a long time ago.
She did not need to eat, the Dorms were usually pretty clean, and she truly had no preference for a bath, considering T-Dolls were not made for water.
Yet S/O offered it anyways. It was clear they were being polite, and it was appreciated.
(AK-15) "...S/O, your actions make no sense to me at all. But...it is appreciated. If it would make you happy, I suppose I can accept at least a meal."
15 was the type of woman to not like anything pointless being done, but she could tell there was a purpose with what S/O was doing.
They loved her. That was reason enough.
She could at least understand that.
And...it made her happy. She didn't even know she could blush before S/O offered her a meal for the first time.
But her death glare comes back if anyone remotely teases her or S/O.
Usually, RO was the type to bend over backwards for her subordinates and higher ups.
So it was a nice change of pace having someone do so for her. Something RO is eternally grateful for.
She makes sure to always thank them and appreciate their company as her stress melts away the moment she comes into a hug from S/O.
(S/O) "Busy day again?"
(RO635) "SOPMOD found the strangest place to stick her head in, and a horde of animals escaped the rescue station..."
(S/O) "The usual then?'
(RO635) "The fact this is "usual" should really say something about how we operate as a base..."
No living soul ever knows about her with S/O, as her usual professional demeanor completely vanishes the second she steps through their door.
Unfortunately for her, T-Dolls are not really "alive" by a technical definition.
Which is to say, M16A1 and SOPMOD tease the absolute hell out of her and S/O.
(UMP9) "Honey, I'm home!~"
UMP9 completely embraces S/O's tendency to be a stay-at-home.
One of her desires was to have a real family anyway, so this was just one step ahead!
She glomps her S/O everytime she comes back from a mission, ready to accept a meal, a bath, and S/O.
UMP9 makes sure to give back in the relationship so they know it isn't one sided.
She also could not care less of who sees them together acting like the most stereotypical couple.
She loves every single second of it.
(UMP9) "Do you think we can order an apron to really get the effect going, S/O? I'm sure the Commander wouldn't mind ordering one for me!"
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wip wednesday :D
HAPPY WEDNESDAY PEOPLE! this *might* be the earliest I have ever been for one of these..... which is fair given how atrociously LATE I've been the last two weeks jshdjksh
I'm trying to catch up on tags so I'll put them beneath the cut, along with the snippet I'm sharing to make up for the last line, six sentence sunday, AND wip wednesday tags. so, if you're tagged, I'm pulling an uno reverse and tagging you BACK again (pls tell me this makes sense it is 2am here ksjhdskjhd) ANYWAY THANK YOU ALL I ADORE YOU AND YOUR LOVELY WORDS AND THANK YOU ALWAYS FOR THINKING OF ME! xx
this snippet is from yet another new wip and is of the omegaverse / a/b/o variety, so if that's not your thing please feel free to skip and come back next week!
enjoy! <3
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Alex doesn’t look all that much different even a couple of years later, still just as paradoxical as he’s always been— fearlessly confident and yet frenetically, undeniably unsettled. Pez had made a joke once that being around Alex was like touching static electricity, hair standing on end and shocks dancing along fingertips. Henry, for all his distaste, might be inclined to agree.
He watches as Alex strikes up a conversation with a pretty blonde woman at the bar beside him, can make out the curve of his grin and just barely hear the tones of his laugh from across the room. For a few minutes it seems like things are going well, but then the woman shakes her head with a muted smile and backs away, eventually disappearing into another group on the other side of the floor.
Henry’s second drink is empty by the time two others have come and gone, a taller man that Alex had approached himself and another person who’d come up to him to chat afterward. Despite Alex actively engaging in the conversations, Henry watches each of them leave after a few minutes like clockwork, glances down at his own wrist and knows the feeling.
After the third person excuses themselves, the confident line of Alex’s shoulders gradually begins to fade, curling in on himself just a little as he stirs the ice around in his drink with his straw. He’s raising it to his mouth, about to take a sip when he glances up to scan the room again and his eyes finally land on Henry.
He pauses, his mouth split open and drink still hovering in front of him as his cheeks and the sides of his neck darken lightly. Henry doesn’t look away. Alex does though, and he furrows a brow at the floor as if warring with himself before his eyes flick back up again, questioning.
Henry doesn’t break the contact as he steps sideways and slides into an unoccupied velvet, half-circled booth, the seat opposite him noticeably vacant. Alex’s chest rises and falls again as he takes yet another steadying breath, squeezes his eyes shut, then spins and marches over, crossing the floor and dropping down across from Henry sans the welcoming smile he'd offered everyone else.
“Alex,” Henry says in greeting.
He blinks, grumbling. “Henry.”
Clearing his throat, Henry leans back and spreads his knees just a bit underneath the table, leaving his wrist out openly on the table between them beside his drink. It’s obvious when Alex tries not to look, even more so when he does, the column of his throat shifting in the low light.
Then, carefully, Alex draws one hand out of his own lap to rest it at the edge of the table, the angle drawing his sleeve up just enough to expose the bands he’s chosen.
Alpha, which Henry’d been expecting, and Submissive, which he very much had not.
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Hey I’m new to your blog but so far I like most of what you write… I was wondering if I could make a request for a one shot? I can’t write for shit but I’ve always thought this would be really hot:
Billy Loomis as Ghostface x Sidney’s sibling!Reader. Reader is working the graveyard shift alone at a diner or something and is taking out the trash before locking up, Billy comes creeping up on them by the dumpsters dressed as Ghostface (reader never finds out who he actually is, but I’ve got a softer spot for Billy, sorry Stu…) and starts feeling them up… which leads to more. If you take kink requests I’d like to try this with clothed sex, a knife kink, them almost/actually getting caught, and anything else you want to include. Thank you in advance if you end up taking the request!
well thank u! welcome to my blog, i hope u enjoy the stay!! as for kink requests, yes i do take them!! <3 this sounds so hot!
(billy loomis) ghostface x (sidney’s sibling) reader! nsfw!!!
cw: gn reader, anal penetration (reader receiving fingers/cock), clothed sex, knife kink, public sex, semi-cnc, groping, reader is at work, dirty talk, submissive reader, ghostface cums inside reader, ghostface does not use protection (but this is fiction and you very much should irl lol)
you’d just finished wiping down all the diner tables, gathering up all the crumbs left on the last couples’ booth as they filed out, thanking you for your patience with them as they lost track of time and talked the night away. you didn’t mind. they’d been very nice and had tipped really well, and they were the only people left in there. you’d been able to get a lot done in the time they stayed, and you were just about done closing up for the night. you just had one last batch of trash to take down to the dumpster.
typically, tales of the boogeyman didn’t scare you on your journey to the dumpster. but tonight it felt a little farther away; and there were those rumors of a serial killer that came out at night. he wore a ghost-faced mask and a black robe, and you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to see him coming in the black darkness of the night. you shook it off, wishing your manager would be a little easier on not taking trash out late at night. but you knew if your coworker had to do it when they got there the next morning they wouldn’t appreciate it.
so, you took the trash out.
you got all the way to the large dumpster and threw all the trash away, thinking with a wave of relief that maybe ghostface would have grabbed you by now if he was going to… right?
your relief was dashed though, when you felt a hand on your back, pushing you against the side of the dumpster, making you cry out in surprise. another hand rose up and covered your mouth. you could feel the entire body of this person against your back as they spoke to you in a hushed tone, “you’d better be quiet if you don’t want this knife in your back.” you thought maybe you recognized the voice; it sounded familiar somehow. maybe you were just mistaken in your blind panic.
“mhm! mhm!” you said, nodding vigorously at his words, heart racing in your chest as your brain tried desperately to unscramble his voice.
“good, good,” he said, slowly moving his hand away from your mouth. your relief was short-lived because he immediately brought his hand back up, this time to your throat, accompanied by the blade of a knife. “now, i need you to behave for me. am i gonna have any trouble with you doing that?”
you shook your head ‘no,’ slowly, trying to make sure his knife didn’t cut you. you could feel yourself getting lightheaded as the blood rushed elsewhere. embarrassingly, you could feel yourself getting… aroused??? what the fuck? well, at least if you had to be in this situation you were somewhat enjoying yourself. the strange familiarity of his voice was helping in that regard, making you quite confused about how to feel.
ghostface left you little time to contemplate your internal crisis, the hand that wasn’t holding a knife to your throat going to start groping your ass, your hips, even going up your shirt and feeling up your chest. you sucked in a breath as you felt him brush over your nipple, a sensitive spot for you. there was a pause as he interpreted what kind of gasp it was, and you could swear you could hear your heartbeat in your chest.
“enjoying yourself?” ghostface teased, pressing the blade of the knife closer against your throat. you were worried it would draw blood if he pressed any further, but for some reason that wasn’t scary as much as it was… exciting. your arousal built between your legs so much so that there was no way to contain it. you whimpered as he teased you and he laughed, amused. “well, now, looks like you’re the perfect person for me to do this to—“
ghostface snaked his hand away from your chest, shoving you harder against the side of the dumpster. you felt him shift, his fingers diving into your mouth, swirling over your tongue. they invaded deeper in, making you gag and drool all over them. “good, watch those teeth… there you go…” he guided, pulling his fingers away as you gasped and sputtered. his slickened up fingers slipped down the back of your shorts, beneath your underwear. you shivered as you felt his wet fingertips brush your asshole, instinctively clenching but realizing that would make it worse. you tried to keep your breathing even, relax your muscles, and let his fingers in.
you didn’t currently have a partner, but you’d had a couple in the past, so needless to say, you were at least a bit prepared for what the feeling of his fingers going inside your hole felt like.
you moaned, muscles relaxing in pleasure as he slowly slipped two fingers into you, stopping where they met his hand. “wow…” he purred into your ear, curling his fingers up into you. you mewled out in pleasure, heat up to the tips of your ears. “you like this, don’t you? little sicko…” he teased, making you bite your lip.
he was soon fingering you with more force, pushing you against the dumpster in a slow but rough rhythm. the knife was loose against your throat as he worked you over, and you moaned out as he unraveled you. he added another finger after a little while, stretching you out, prepping you for what you presumed might be his cock.
you still weren’t ready for it as he slid your shorts down a bit and sheathed his cock inside of you. he was girthy, that was for sure. the shape and size of his cock felt like it was perfectly made for your asshole, somehow. it hit every perfect spot at once.
and then he started thrusting, and you could barely handle the pleasure coursing through your entire body. “oh.. oh fuck..” you whined, screwing your eyes shut in the darkness and holding yourself up against the dumpster. one arm, you rested your head on, and the other’s hand was splayed across the dumpster to keep you from rocking it too hard as he fucked into you.
one of his hands was on your hip now, the knife staying more or less near your throat, his arm snaked through yours to hold you tightly in that spot. “fuck. you feel good,” he told you, grunting between thrusts, fucking you rougher and with more power in each stroke as he got closer to climax. you could feel yourself getting closer, too, as he hit that spot over and over again. his thrusts slowed after a hit but kept their power, the small dumpster rocking with his thrusts as you moaned in its rhythm.
he finally stopped fucking into you, keeping himself sheathed fully inside you as he reached his hand around and gave you a handjob, making you cry out in pleasure. you came, clenching your ass around his cock and milking an orgasm out of him. he came inside your asshole, filling you to the brim before pulling his cock slowly out, presumably watching himself leak out of you. he tugged your shorts up roughly and turned you around, thrusting his knife in your face threateningly. “you’re lucky you’ve got such a nice ass… maybe i’ll have to find you again,” he told you, before stalking off into the night. you were so stunned with what had happened you stood there for a good long while before going back inside.
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✧*̥˚ Bang Chan's Masterlist *̥˚✧
❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣
Key: 🔥 - Smut | 💕 - Fluff | 💔 - Angst
Dinner Break | 🔥💕
✧ Chan is the type to get completely absorbed into his work when he's focused, and sometimes he needs a little reminder to take a break to ease his stress.
Three's a Party - College AU! Chris/Reader/Changbin | 🔥
✧ After studying your ass off for the semester, why not reward yourself with a party and your two favorite guys?
Work from Home | 🔥
✧ On nights like these, you were thankful Chris was able to take his work anywhere he wanted.
Open Heart | 💕💔
✧ When you don't know what to say or do, when life starts living you, you can always rely on Chris to bring you back.
Walking in on Roommate! Chan, Pt. 2 | 🔥💕
✧ Random hard thought of accidentally walking in on your roommate, Chris, while he's masturbating.
Hair Journey | 💕💔
✧ If he had to choose one thing he adored the most about you, it was your hair.
G'Morning | 💕
✧ A short blurb about waking up next to a sleep-dazed Chris.
Get Nasty | 🔥
✧ A short blurb based on the song Nasty [Extended Version] by Russ
A Pun-y Thanksgiving | 💕
✧ A random thought about Chan and terrible Thanksgiving puns.
Double Tap | 🔥💕 TBA
✧ Chris could never have enough of you; your smile, your laugh, your presence, but sometimes his needs could be... inconvenient.
Cameras and Sweatpants | 🔥
✧ Photoshoots, the gift that keeps on giving, and you welcomed it with open arms - and mouth.
Insomniac's Cure | 💕
✧ A short blurb about Chan and a bedtime routine of mine.
Attention Seeking | 🔥
✧ Asked: just imagine... chan not giving you attention and suddenly goes out...
Confiscated | 🔥💕
✧ He was going a little too crazy on the new Fans app, and you would swiftly reign that energy back in.
✧*̥˚ Nothing Yet *̥˚✧
Swim Practice | 🔥💕
✧ Chris, your best friend who picks you up after late night swim practices. Chris, your best friend who might just have a thing for your legs.
Words I Don't Mean | 💕💔
✧ He just wanted to lose himself in you, instead he lost himself in his own mind - but you were there to bring him back.
Curious Cat | 🔥
✧ Perhaps being curious wasn't all that bad.
Pup! Chan + Seungmin; Steals your stuff vs tattle tale | 🔥
✧ Asked: Which one of these Pups is stealing your shit vs whos snitching on the other.
Pegging for the first time | 🔥
✧ Asked: So. Chan is usually very dominant and mean and bed, while your very submissive and obediant. But then one day, he asks you to peg him...
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International Affair (Part 2)
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Reader Description: Masculine style, They/He, AFAB, International Student, 20 Years Old. Sometimes will be describe using masculine terms (man, boy, handsome, etc)
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x InternationalStudent!Reader
Warnings: Specified age gap (Wanda is 34), NSFW content (??)
Summary: Y/n finally got a job as a Barista, however they were only offering part-time. Wanda wants to keep them around as much as she can in the name of "extra work." Who is Y/n to say no?
They had always wanted to work as a Barista, thankfully Harkness Coffee was willing to hire someone without prior experience. Their first day was spent mostly on training with a senior barista, Kate Bishop. He learned that Kate was also studying at NYU. However, Kate was 2 years above him.
Kate was very nice and welcoming, she has a rather bubbly personality to her. Once they finished their training, Y/n headed to Wanda's immediately. Knowing the promise of an extra job in exchange for money, he was taking all the offer he could get. He knows that he should probably take it one at a time, but ay you gotta do what you gotta do to make ends meet.
They rang the bell and waited, feeling slightly nervous. Wanda opened the door and greeted him with a smile. Shit that damn smile. "Y/n, I almost thought you wouldn't come."
They smiled back at her as she opened the door wider to let them in. "Thank you, Mrs. Maximoff." He observed the house, it was lovely. The living room was decorated with many pictures of her family. "You have a lovely home."
"Thank you, dear. Follow me." Wanda then leads them to her backyard and a pool came into view. Man, now would be a really nice time to swim, they thought.
"I merely need someone to clean up the pool, just light maintenance. I have a guy coming in once a week, but he's been sick lately. So I need you to clean up the leaves and debris, also brushing the walls. No need for chemicals." Y/n sighed in relief internally, he didn't know jackshit about pool chemicals.
"Consider it done, Ma'am!" He said while beaming at her, Wanda goes to rest on one of the pool bench to relax and read a book. Y/n got to work immediately.
This was a relatively easy job. Get a net, get those leaves, and then get paid. It was easy money. However, it is summer so the heat of the sun was starting to get to him after a while. They were wearing a jacket as well and felt rather sweaty. They decided to take off their jacket, revealing a white undershirt that was hugging their toned figure just right.
Wanda, who had been secretly observing them, almost choked at the sight. The way his shirt fit him perfectly had her mind going all over the place. She probably shouldn't be thinking about all the dirty things she wanted to do to them, but can you blame her?
20 year old heartthrob, amazing sense of style, respectful, hardworking, lowkey submissive, don't forget the impressive physique. Wanda couldn't help but want to use him for pleasure to get closer to them. Y/n checked all of the boxes of what she looked for in a sexual partner.
Yes, she was married. But in all honesty her husband, Vision, was very neglectful. All he cares about is his job, always on some business trip, and not to mention terrible in bed. He wasn't a bad guy by all means, but Wanda has needs to be met. What's wrong with having a little fun?
Feeling a pair of eyes on them, Y/n glanced at Wanda just in time to see her eyes roaming their figure while subtly biting her lips. Feeling a tinge of nervousness again he gave her a smile and a wave, "I'm almost done, Mrs. Maximoff."
"Take your time, darling. I don't want to rush you." This time they noticed the flirty undertone in her sentence, they decided to just focus on their job.
Once the pool was cleaned, Wanda approached them while carrying an envelope. "Well done, Y/n. Here is your payment."
He smiled sheepishly while rubbing his neck, he took the envelope. "Thank you, Mrs. Maximoff. But it's nothing really."
"I still need a couple of help around the house. Would you mind if I ever give you a call?" She tilted her head slightly with a subtle smirk.
"I-" They cleared their throat. "Yeah sure." He grabbed her phone and put down his number. Wanda was not-so-subtly staring at him up close. Studying their facial features. I bet their very good with their mouth, she thought.
When they look up, Wanda was in their personal space. They were entranced by her captivating green eyes. "Say, Y/n, do you have a girlfriend?"
"N-no I don't."
Wanda gave them her devilish smile once again, "Shame..." She made a move to grab her phone in his hand, brushing their hands slightly. "I wouldn't want this to go to waste."
Damn this woman, she knows what she's doing.
So for the next few days Y/n would go on to do numbers of odd jobs from Wanda. Of course his main work was still as a Barista, but they had to be honest, Wanda's pay was somewhat higher? He didn't understand why she would be so generous with her payments, but he wasn't complaining. He needed this money bad.
And Wanda would also get more and more bold with her flirt each day.
Lightly brushing their hands together when he worked on her garden. Making flirty remarks like; "I wonder what other things those fingers are good at." when she hired them to teach her 7 year old boys guitar. Or guiding his hand while he was chopping vegetables that one time she needed a 'cook assistant'
Unfortunately, Y/n doesn't seem to be responding back. It frustrates her slightly as all she wanted to do was have them absolutely fucking ravish her. Meanwhile, Y/n was just happy that he's making a lot of money. Turns out they were right. A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.
And Y/n was good at a number of things.
That's how they ended with more and more side jobs from other neighbors. Which caused a slight jealousy on Wanda's end. There's no denying that Y/n is a young hotshot that catches many other women's attention. Which is why the next time Y/n comes over, Wanda would have her ways.
Things are getting spicy-
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Hello and Welcome!
This is a blog dedicated to Journey to the West, where anyone interested may join in and follow along in a journey through Wu Cheng’en’s classic. This reading group will be focused on the Anthony C. Yu English translation, which the ever-interesting @journeytothewestresearch has helped provide completely free to download and read as pdfs! The link can be found below:
https://journeytothewestresearch.com/2019/06/07/archive-10-journey-to-the-west-2012-revised-edition/
In full awareness that everyone has their own busy lives and differing schedules, this reading group is working off of a “do-as-you-want” model. Everyone is welcome to submit their analysis, art, reactions, memes, criticisms, additions of context, etc. as we make our way through the journey, but there is no pressure but to have fun with the work!
That said, there is a reading schedule. This reading group has now made it through Volume 1 of this classic, and will start up Volume 2 on February 11, 2024. The reading schedule encourages all interested to read one JTTW chapter per week. This group then "meets" every Sunday, which is be the day participants are encouraged to finish that week's chapter and/or submit their creative/analytical pieces about it. Sunday will also be the day where I will give a quick recap of that week's chapter, and will mass reblog anything participants submitted to have that work in the archive. Again, this blog has now made it through Volume 1, and will start keeping to the reading schedule for Volume 2 starting February 11, so please have read “Chapter 26: Amid the Three Islands Sun Wukong seeks a cure; With sweet dew Guanshiyin revives a tree,” by then. You’ll find the reading schedule for Volume 2 below, and while not necessary I do encourage everyone to give a look at Yu’s introduction to this text in Volume 1 as well.
I want to end by stressing that it is completely understandable that new members would be concerned about joining after the reading schedule has officially started, and indeed after we have made it through the first volume. As such, I want to confirm that while this group encourages people to send in their submissions on Sunday for the chapter covered that week, you should feel completely free to both submit your stuff on any day of the week that’s best for you, as well as to send in art, memes, analysis, commentary, etc. for every chapter that has already been covered according to the reading schedule. In other words, all I’m going to ask is that your “late” submissions are in line with what happens in Volume 1 and/or chapters in Volume 2 that the group has already read as laid out in the reading schedule below. So for example you should feel free to submit the sketches you made about Chapters 26, 27, 28, and 29 on the Monday-Saturday of the week following the Sunday this book club finished Chapter 29, but please save your meme about Chapter 30 for the Sunday that chapter was scheduled to be read. So start, read, and submit as you can!
Thank you and thank you again to anyone who wants to participate and to everyone who has already expressed so much enthusiasm and contributed so much to this reading group! I’m very happy and excited to continue this literary pilgrimage with you all.
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Journey to the West Volume 2 Reading Schedule
February 11-Chapter 26: Amid the Three Islands Sun Wukong seeks a cure; With sweet dew Guanshiyin revives a tree
February 18-Chapter 27: The cadaver demon three times mocks Tripitaka Tang; The holy monk in spite banishes Handsome Monkey King
February 25-Chapter 28: At Flower-Fruit Mountain a pack of fiends hold assembly; At the Black Pine Forest Tripitaka meets demons
March 03-Chapter 29: Free of his peril, River Float arrives at the kingdom; Receiving favor, Eight Rules invades the forest
March 10-Chapter 30: A deviant demon attacks the true Dharma; The Horse of the Will recalls Mind Monkey.
March 17-Chapter 31: Zhu Eight Rules provokes the Monkey King to chivalry; Pilgrim Sun with wisdom defeats the monster
March 24-Chapter 32: On Level-Top Mountain the sentinel brings a message; At Lotus-Flower Cave Wood Mother meets disaster
March 31-Chapter 33: Heresy deludes the True Nature; Primal Spirit helps the Native Mind
April 07-Chapter 34: The demon king's plotting entraps Mind Monkey; The Great Sage, ever adroit, wangles the treasures
April 14-Chapter 35: Heresy uses power to oppress the proper Nature; Mind Monkey, bagging treasures, conquers deviate demons
April 21-Chapter 36: When Mind Monkey is rectified, the nidanas cease; Smash through the side door to view the bright moon
April 28-Chapter 37: The ghost king visits Tripitaka Tang at night; Wukong, through wondrous transformation, leads the child
May 05-Chapter 38: The child queries his mother to learn of deviancy and truth; metal and wood, reaching the deep, see the false and the real
May 12-Chapter 39: One pellet of cinnabar elixir found in Heaven; a king, dead three years, lives again on Earth
May 19-Chapter 40: The child's playful transformations confuse the Chan Mind; Ape, horse, Spatula gone, Wood Mother, too, is lost
May 26-Chapter 41: Mind Monkey is defeated by fire; Wood Mother is captured by demons
June 02-Chapter 42: The Great Sage diligently calls at South Sea; Guanyin with compassion binds the Red Boy
June 09-Chapter 43: An evil demon at Black River captures the monk; The Western Ocean's dragon prince catches the iguana
June 16-Chapter 44: The Dharma-body in primal cycle meets the force of the cart; the mind, righting monstrous deviates, crosses the spine-ridge pass
June 23-Chapter 45: At the Three Pure Ones Abbey the Great Sage leaves his name; At the Cart Slow Kingdom the Monkey King shows his power
June 30-Chapter 46: Heresy flaunts its strength to mock orthodoxy; Mind Monkey in epiphany slays the deviates
July 07-Chapter 47: The holy monk's blocked at night at Heaven-Reaching River; Metal and Wood, in compassion, rescue little children
July 14-Chapter 48: The demon, raising a cold wind, sends a great snow fall; The monk, intent on seeing Buddha, walks on layered ice
July 21-Chapter 49: Tripitaka meets disaster and sinks to a water home; To bring salvation, Guanyin reveals a fish basket
July 28-Chapter 50: Nature follows confused feelings through lust and desire; Faint spirit and moved mind meet a demon chief
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i’m home, sweetheart.
pairing - jungkook x female reader
genre - smut
word count - 3.1k
summary: Despite a full schedule, Jungkook made time to see you in the evening because he needed to teach you lesson about not sending him nudes while he’s working.
warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, degradation, spit play, deep throating, nipple play, slight exhibitionism, pussy spanking, fingering, basically just pure filth :]
“You up? I’m home and need you so bad, please.”
That text alone was enough to make you sprint from your apartment to Jungkook’s, despite it being almost midnight already.
You’ve only been together for a year but lately Jungkook had been very busy with his work schedule. That’s why you couldn’t contain your excitement when you saw the text and why you couldn’t unlock his door with the spare key he gave you quick enough when you’ve reached his apartment.
But when you entered, you were surprised by the silence instead of Jungkook welcoming you.
“Jungkook?” you shouted out, your voice almost echoing in the silence of his apartment. You were about to take off your heels when you heard steps nearing you.
“Leave them on.” Jungkook was standing the other side of the living room, looking devastating in a white dress shirt with the sleeves were rolled up to show off his veiny forearms, and navy blue slacks. His hair, styled to perfection, told you that he just came back from an event.
“What?”, you asked. You dropped your sleepover bag on the floor next to the door.
“I said, leave your heels on.” His voice was lower than usual today, you noticed. He wasn’t smiling or grinning cheekily like he often does. Instead, his face showed nothing but coldness today. But you had known him long enough to know that this meant.
You knew him long enough to know that this was him being in charge tonight, demanding full submission from you. It meant that he needed a stress relief and that you were gonna be the outlet for that.
You gulped and removed your hands from the heels, just like he asked you to.
Jungkook smirked. “Good girl.”
He eyed you for a moment in silence before he continued to speak. “I had a quite busy day, awards shows and interviews, back to back.” He folded his arms infront of his chest, causing his biceps to strain against the fabric. The image before you made you unconsciously lick your lips and you caught his eyes dropping down for a second to catch the movement.
“Yet, all I could think about the whole time was the fucking picture you sent me this morning. What was that about, huh?” He raised one eyebrow. “Were you trying to kill me?”
You smiled sweetly, loving to to rile him up even more. “Ohh, about that. Funny story, I accidentally sent it to you. My bad. My fingers were a bit clumsy today.”
He chuckled suddenly, rolling his eyes. Before he answered, he toyed with his lip piercing. “Jesus fucking christ, Y/N, don’t act coy with me. We both know that’s a fucking lie.”
It was.
It was a lie and he was right that you really just wanted to tease him.
He had been busy with his work schedule for the last three weeks and you barely saw him. You didn’t just miss hanging out with your boyfriend. You also missed your boyfriend’s dick.
So you couldn’t help but send him that picture this morning with the new lacy set you had ordered a few days ago, teasing him what he was missing out on.
“We both know that’s a fucking lie and that you’re just a fucking slut, who wants attention and some dick”, he said, fully knowing that degradation was huge weakness of yours. “Isn’t that so?”
You didn’t answer him, too surprised by his word and demeanor tonight to speak.
“Well, guess what. That little pic of yours made me walk around with a raging boner almost the whole day. Making me jerk myself off backstage in the fucking bathroom and then again back in the hotel.” He exhaled raggedly.
“I zoned out so much during the fucking annoying interviews, did you know that? It was fucking embarrassing and all because I couldn’t stop thinking about your. Fucking. Picture.”
His jaw clenched and you noticed a bulge slowly forming under his slacks.
“Well, not my fault that you get turned on so fast like teenage boy by a picture.” You shrugged, tilting your head with a smirk. You loved riling him up.
His tongue pressed against his cheek. “I will fucking make you pay for that, sweetheart.” He unfolded his hands and put them in his pockets and leaned back against the window behind him.
You couldn’t drag it out any longer so you decided to follow his rules. You wanted to fuck as much as he did and you showed it with your submission to him.
“Take off your clothes.”, he demanded.
With shaky fingers, you followed his order until your clothes were nothing but a pile on the floor, the last piece being a pair of shorts.
Jungkook sucked in an audible breath, savoring the sinful sight infront of him. “So fucking gorgeous.” How he’d missed seeing you like this.
Your blood was rushing in your ears as you stood there and awaited his next words. Even though Jungkook knew every inch of your body, standing there bare infront of him made you feel so vulnerable but yet your heart racing from adrenaline.
“Get on your knees. Then crawl to me.”
Your jaw dropped slightly at his command. Nobody had ever made you crawl to them, it felt one of the most degrading things to you and yet you could feel your slick thighs rubbing against each other as you got on all fours and obeyed him.
Jungkook followed you with dark eyes, taking in the way your breasts were swaying with each step you took or how your soft lips were slightly open, making him want to push his painfully hard boner past them and into your throat.
When you reached his feet, you looked up to him through your lashes.
It was his right hand that emerged first from his pocket and cupped your chin to tilt your head up. Then his left hand followed, opening his pants and pushing it down with his boxers. His red, swollen cock was already leaking with precum as it sprang out right on your eye level.
His right hand pressed on your cheeks, making lips form an “O”, and with his free hand he wrapped his cock and pushed it into your mouth. “Suck.”
You engulfed him deeper into you until his tip hit the back of your throat, and when you swallowed around him he let out a low, guttural curse. “Fuck, just like that.”
Your head bobbed feverishly and your tongue glided along the underside to follow a prominent vein. Since it’s been a while, your throat struggled to relax so you tried to cover the rest of his cock with your hand. But before you could do that, Jungkook stopped you.
“No hands. If you can’t take it all, I’ll help you.” With that, he grabbed the back of your head to push you closer to him while his hips bucked into you. You gagged around his cock and tapped his thigh, gasping for air when he pulled out.
“Oh no, is my baby out of practice?” he cooed, jerking himself off with his free hand while waiting for you to catch your breath. “I’ve been neglecting you too much, haven’t I?”
When you didn’t answer, he tapped his cock against lips. “Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes, I am.” You choked out, your throat slightly raw of the sudden intrusion.
“Well, then there’s only one thing we can do about that. Open up.” When your lips parted, he pushed himself into you deep enough to hit the back of your throat again. This time, you held your breath and tried to control your gag reflex. “That’s it, you’re doing so well for me.”
He repeated the action for a few times, entering and withdrawing fully before entering again. You, as well as he, could feel your throat slowly relaxing with each time. “I fucking missed your mouth.”
This time, instead of withdrawing fully, he started to shallowly thrust and sped up gradually.
When he tried to push a bit deeper, hitting the back of your throat, you could feel your gag reflex coming up but you successfully suppressed it.
“Just like that, you can take it, baby. Just breathe.” His hips started to move faster as he used your mouth to get himself off. He was so lost in bliss that he threw back his head, revealing the delicious, veiny column of his neck.
The hand on the back of your head pushed you closer to his hips again and this time your throat was loose enough that he entered your oesophagus. He let out a loud groan. “Fuck me, your throat feels so fucking tight.”
Jungkook continued to carefully thrust and you could feel him going deeper down your throat, as your eyes water from the stimulation. He looked down at you, cupping your face with his free hand.
“You look so beautiful like this. Kneeling infront of me, naked. Choking on my cock.”
Suddenly, he pulled himself out and yanked you to your feet. When you were eye to eye, he hastily pressed a rough kiss on your lips, his tongue demanding entrance that you granted.
His teeth bit on your lower lip hard enough for you to flinch and pulled on it before he released it again.
“Come here.” Jungkook yanked on your arm again and positioned you infront of the tall window. The city was lit up by street lamps, tail lights from cars passings by and lights coming from windows of other buildings. “On your knees.”
He pushed you down by your shoulders and your knees protested from the rough impact, but before you could complain, he said: “Open your mouth.”
When you’ve obeyed, he didn’t waste a second to spit into your mouth. Twice.
“Keep it open.” Jungkook grabbed his cock again and pushed it into your mouth, thrusting slowly as he covered himself in his saliva. “I’m gonna fuck your throat until you fucking cry.”
You could only manage a single nod before he picked up the pace and went deeper past your gag reflex. Like a madman, he bucked his hips, fucking into your throat, and barely gave you anytime to catch your breath. You could feel a stream of tears sliding down your cheek but Jungkook gently wiped it away.
“Look at you. Getting face fucked infront of the whole city.” You could tell by his breathlessness that he wouldn’t last much longer. “Anyone who looks up could see you right now, you know that? They could see what a slut you are for me. On your knees like this. Letting me use your throat to get myself off like a fucking whore.”
You whimpered and let out a moan to show the effect his words had on you. The vibrations of your moan traveled straight to the tip of his cock, causing him to groan out. “Fucking hell, Y/N. I’m gonna come.”
You could tell that he was by the uncontrolled jerks of his hips. And you’ve already expected him to come inside your throat, but instead he pulled his cock out of your mouth again. You gasped for air, feeling your sore throat finally relaxing again before shooting him a questioning look.
Jungkook wrapped a hand around his cock but his movements were painfully slow. He was edging himself.
“Give me your hands.”
“Wha-“
“Your hands, Y/N. Or have I already fucked your brains out?” His harsh tone made your walls clench.
You did what he said, lifting your arms up and offering your palms to him, in which he spit a few times.
“Rub them on your tits.”
Your pussy throbbed at that command and you stared up at him as you cover both your breasts with his saliva, kneading them roughly and pinching on your own nipples until you had to suppress a moan. Meanwhile, Jungkook was getting himself off as he watched you intently, his eyes zoned into your wet and hard nipples.
“You look so fucking hot right now. You like that, huh? Dirtying yourself with my spit like that?” You nodded and pinched your nipples again as a proof.
“I love covering myself with your spit, Kook. My body is yours.”
At those words, Jungkook’s hand around his cock sped up. “Damn fucking right. It’s mine and mine to do with whatever I want to.”
One of your hand left your breast and instead, traveled down to your clit. Your throbbing core needed friction so badly, it hasn’t been touched since you arrived here and you were sure you were gonna explode if you didn’t touch it soon.
But before you could reach it, Jungkook stopped you with a growl. “Keep your fucking hands where they are.”
You bit back a protest and stared up at him with defiance but his dark eyes told you not to mess with him tonight if you wanted to walk tomorrow. So you had no choice but to listen and return your hand to your breast.
“Good girl. Don’t worry, you know I will take good care of that tight pussy of yours.” Jungkook smirked. With his free hand, he moved yours away until your chest was bared to him.
A surprised yelp escaped your lips when he delivered a sharp slap to each side, repeating it twice until both were red and warm from his assault.
“Your tits are so fucking perfect, baby. Look at your nipples,” he tweaked the right one roughly, “They love getting pinched like this, don’t they?”
You let out a moan and nodded weakly. “Y-Yes, they do.”
When he removed his hand, you continued to knead your breasts, pressing them together, tweaking your nipples to overstimulation just like Jungkook liked it. Your beautiful moans resonated in the apartment and the sight of you like this pushed Jungkook closer to his high.
“Fuck fuck fuck–“ He stuttered. His hand movements were getting faster and sloppier. ”I-I’m gonna fucking come. Open your mouth for me, baby.”
You obeyed instantly and ignored the upcoming gag as Jungkook pushed deep into your mouth and shot his cum straight down your throat.
You could feel his cock twitching inside you as he rode as his orgasm with a guttural groan.
His thumb was gently rubbing your cheek as he looked down to you. “You were so fucking good for me, Y/N.”
He pulled his softening cock out of you and while you were catching your breath, he unbuttoned his shirt, before discarding it to the side together with his pants. His torso was covered in a light sheen of sweat, making his abs glisten in the dim light of the apartment.
Even if he looked devastating every outfit his stylists put on him, nothing could beat the sight of him naked.
“Come here.” He leaned down to scooped you up and threw you on his shoulder like a rag doll.
“Jungkook! Let me down,” you protested with a light giggle that was interrupted a yelp when his palm landed on your ass with a smack.
Only then did he placed you down onto the kitchen island, the cold marble greeting your back.
He roughly yanked your thighs open, taking the sight of your drenched folds and the way your entrance was clenching around nothing. “My girl is always so fucking wet for me.”
Before you register what happened, he lowered his head and gave your clit a long, bold lick, followed by a sharp smack against your pussy.
You could help but let out a yelp, a mixture of pain and overstimulation coursing through your body. “Fuck, Jungkook!”
His thumb toyed with your swollen clit, making your toes curl from the blissful sensations before he entered two fingers into you.
With his free hand, he wrapped it around your throat and made you look at him. And as he spoke, he continued to graze against the sweet spot in you that your legs quiver.
“It’s time we take care of this sweet pussy, right? You’re gonna be a good girl and take whatever I give you, as a punishment for that damn picture. And then I’m gonna fuck you so hard, all you can say will be my name. Do we have a deal, sweetheart?”
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Hi there. I enjoyed your post about Sam’s brand and it got me thinking. I feel like he’s stuck between trying to do what other people tell him he should to “make it” and trying to do it himself. Other people: you’re hot, show it off, do action movies, date blonde floozies. Himself: I want to be a good person and a decent actor, but what if I’m not? Guess I should work a lot, build a non-acting brand just in case I get fired, but try not to pay too many people to market it, I can do that myself; the liquor has the added benefit of getting his name out there and hopefully giving him another income stream if acting goes to shit. Where this all becomes problematic is that he’s not the person others tell him to be, so he comes off as fake, inconsistent, disingenuous, contradictory. I worry though that he can’t break away from these “advisors” because of whatever hole he and caitriona have themselves in with Starz and their bosses. We may not all agree on what happened in 2016 or why, but it’s obvious something did. The difference between them both since then is stark. The light has dimmed. They’ve aged exponentially. They’re guarded. They’re not the effervescent dynamos they started out as. She looks pissed all the time, like she’ll trot Tony out if necessary, but she won’t look like she enjoys it. She’ll go to awards ceremonies, but she won’t look as gorgeous as she easily could. She won’t be their ingenue. I don’t know, I think they’re stuck and are limited in what they can actually do for themselves, as much as they might like to. I can only hope there is an end in sight for them and they can persevere until then!
PS, I watched She Said last night. Highly recommend for anyone who doesn’t think a network executive could or would force their tent pole stars to deny a relationship.
Dear She Said Anon,
I liked your submission so much, I have read it three times in a row (and damn the late hour!).
I have very few things to add to your excellent assessment of what I think is a very complicated situation. The proverbial Scottish parsimony could explain the choice of a minimally budgeted, all hands on deck sales and advertising approach. But we are quickly passing this stage and he should seriously think of hiring true professionals, if he really wants to make a financial lifebelt out of SS.
Yes. There's a price to be paid for all the games they are being served to play (and yes, something terrible happened in January 2016, of which we will probably never have the full details). Both of them are now striving to show us they can (scantily, painfully) exist without the magical Other. She, with that colorless, wrist-grabbing, fist-clenching literally dumb person (strictly meaning that we never hear him). He, with that (forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin) questionable, loud and tacky Oriental consigliere (it is high time I should write that paper on the Persia I know and love, lest you or other Anon think I am racist, or something). You can't figure out more opposite add-ons to Those Two, both serving, I believe, the same purpose: to deflect, at all costs, any attention given to the real state of play.
I haven't watched She Said yet and I welcome and thank you for the suggestion. On a lighter note, I trade for it Call My Agent (I have already mentioned this very, very witty French series, dealing with the life in a Parisian talent agency) - it shouldn't be a problem to find it on Netflix.
Good night, Anon. This one below is me thanking you for your trouble and time writing this wonderful post. Just look at Mitsuko Uchida's genuine Joy while playing Beethoven - same energy as Two People We Know, back in 2014, right?
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[Full Previews, Final Files and Extras can be found on GoogleDrive!]
!!! THE DEADLINE HAS ARRIVED !!! (End of June it was) I am currently working on putting together the final files, but as this might take a while, YOU CAN STILL KEEP SENDING ME YOUR FELLAS! Once I’ve prepared the actual, finished, fullsize versions, this pinned post will unpin itself and I’ll put a different one here, with the final previews, the download links and some information what the future may hold... maybe I’ll do a Season Two if the interest is there. But we’ll have to see about that. For now, [SUBMIT MORE] like the wind while you still can!
Hello, hello! Welcome to The Stanley Parable Ultra Deluxe Whiteboard Collaboration (a just-for-fun fan project)! I’m assuming that you found your way here because you’re well aware what The Stanley Parable is, and that you are curious to know what a Whiteboard Collaboration might be about!
Let me cut straight to the case then. It all started in 2023 - the 27th of April, to be precise - which just so happened to be the One Year Anniversary for the release of The Stanley Parable Ultra Deluxe on Steam and consoles, along with the historically very important and internationally renowned - or at the very least grudgingly accepted - 4/27: STANLEY DAY!
To celebrate the occasion, and only one day too late on the 28th, an idea came forth to put together a Whiteboard, containing all those Stanleys by all the fan artists out there (all credited, of course!), a worthy tribute to the Man of the Hour! And as you can see... we’ve already got quite a few collected!
But why stop there? Since plenty of people also came up with their own Narrator designs, and there’s a good few Timekeeper-Settings-432s and Curators, and plenty of other characters (defining the term loosely here), we might as well give them all their own little space to look absolutely dashing next to each other!
Imagine, all those different designs, united in one glorious collection!
My point being... I’d love to see yours in there as well.
So... how can you join in?
The gist can be found up there in the first image, but let me also put it into text form down here, with some extra information:
[Submit] your Stanley, Narrator, 432 or Curator mugshot (or all of them at the same time!). You have [some other canon TSP favorite]? Go ahead, submit ‘em, too! We’ll find a spot. The format of the picture needs to be 300px (width) x 400px (height) to fit with the others. I can resize and cut them into shape if needed, but it’ll be easier on all of us if I don’t have to do that. All pictures will have a small white frame added by me afterwards, to give them that authentic printout flair.
Should the [Submit] button not work for you (I triple-checked and it works for me, but then who knows what this thing does while I’m not looking), sending your artworks through PM or tell me where you posted them is fine as well!
AUs and all art styles are fine! Please only submit one picture per character (if you have more than one design, maybe pick your favorite, or elegantly squeeze them into one picture. If you absolutely cannot decide, sending two pictures per character is okay, but I’d like to cap it there to give everyone equal amounts of space.
Must be Safe For Work!
This is also very important: Tell me how to credit you! Your name will go under your artwork, I do have to put something there. I’ll likely default to your username if I have nothing else to go by, but it’s best if you directly tell me, right there in your submission.
I will publish your submission(s) on here as soon as I’ve added it to the queue, so you’ll know it went through okay, and so you can show it around to others if you wish! (I can’t do that with PMs, of course.)
THE DEADLINE: Please try to submit your artworks before the End of June! Yes, 2023. This month. In this year. There’s a chance I’ll change this if a sudden influx of new entries rolls in, but as of now it looks like it’s a good time to start wrapping this up. I want my life back and all. ...But prove me wrong, why don’tcha? Why not tell your favorite TSP artists that they NEED TO BE ON THIS THING? NEED TO! WE CRAVE THEM, PRECIOUS. ...Sorry, got carried away there.
I give updates regularily. Previews of the latest Whiteboard statuses, questions that need answering, sometimes I might just add some nonsense rambles, all inclusive, for free.
The FINAL files, whenever they’re ready, will be 8000x4000px in size each and are mostly a much bigger version of the previews, with maybe a few small changes for the aesthetics.That’s quite massive. Humongous. It’s really impressive to browse all those artworks next to each other at that size. Here’s the [Google Drive] link, for all to download from and share around. So far, you can always find the latest Previews and a bunch of random Extras there, along with the first fullsize Stanley board as a test. Please do make suggestions if there’s better options, or if you can’t drive the Google.
I also post on Twitter and the Crows Crows Crows Discord server (fanart channel). If either of those are more comfortable options for you, or if you know someone on there who might also be interested in joining this collaboration, maybe poke me so I can give you directions. Or you might be able to find it yourself, I’m not actively hiding them away. Not even passively.
I think that’s all for now! If you have questions, suggestions, reservations, my Asks should be open. Looking forward to hopefully a lot more additions to the Whiteboards, there’s quite a few of you guys I’d loooove to see on there!
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Miss Domme
pairing: sub!jay x dom fem!reader
genre: smut (+ fluff)
word count: 2.9k
warnings: MINORS DNI, unprotected s3x (wrap it before you tap it irl daahhlliingggs), dom reader, submissive husband jay, usage of toys (ribbons and c0ck rings), mild degradation (reader teases jay a lot and calls jay a filthy s*ut, but is mostly a soft dom throughout. definitely heavy on the petnames!), sub top x dom bottom dynamic
synopsis: you’re a famous international beauty pageant winner. you’re incredibly successful and beautiful. you’re kind, charitable, and giving. you’re the epitome of beauty and brains. a real-life princess. you also happen to be the wife of a very wealthy, prominent, powerful gentleman - jay! some people think he has lost his mind and become possessed by you because of how deeply in love he is with you. I mean, do we blame him? you’re literally so gorgeous, intelligent, and gracious.
and of course………………….you two share an extremely filthy secret together. you may be miss *[y/c] to the rest of the world. but behind closed doors? you’re Miss Domme…..
*[y/c] = your country
A/N: you know….i’ve been binge watching a LOT of beauty pageants lately. i was in the middle of watching the swimsuit segment of a miss universe show. and suddenly this idea randomly STRUCK me ……..… literally out of NOWHERE 😳……………………………………………
A/N #2: my debut fic alas! miss-conjayniality hot debut let’s goooo! 🤪🥰 this took me sooooo long to complete 😮💨 good gawd….I intended for this to be shorter but i kept adding more and more ideas to it, briefly encountered writer’s block in the midst of it, AND kinda rewrote some of it too…..nonetheless, it’s finally out! 🤌🏼
you confidently strut into your shared bedroom, igniting the scene with your sexy, flirty walk. the same charming walk that made you win over the nation. you’re donning a silk blush pink bikini with a sarong, beige chinese laundry teaser2 tippy top platform heels, black acrylic nails, curled hair, dewy makeup with pink lip gloss, a mouawad diamond crown, and a sash that says Miss Domme on it. yup, you read that right - miss domme…….
jay, sitting on the bed, takes the time to just stop and stare. to let the moment sink in. to appreciate your beauty. your regal and poised nature, your ethereal presence, and the way you light up the room the moment you enter it. he has so much love inside for his mesmerizing wife. every day, he is immensely grateful for you.
he then notices the two black ribbons and vibrating ring in your hands and already knows what’s gonna happen next. he unbuttons his dress shirt and you’re welcomed by the sight of his stunning, tanned, godlike top half. he leans back against the plush pillows of his smooth, luscious black silk bedsheets, and spreads his arms out, demonstrating his eagerness to get tied up already.
and don’t even lie….it’s tempting to just cut to the chase and devour him right away just at the sight of his bare chest and his needy temperament. but you know it’s best to maintain your decorum and start out with your foreplay of long-winded seduction before the big attack. you give him a content smile and tie the ribbons around his arms against the metal headboard of your shared bed.
you do a quick check-in with him and ensure he’s still feeling comfortable before proceeding. no matter what, it is always of utmost propriety and proper decorum to you that consent is granted.
“are you feeling okay pumpkin?” you ask as you softly look him in the eyes and scratch his head. “do you still wanna do this?”
“yes miss domme. i am all yours as always.”
“good. let me know if at any moment you aren’t feeling okay and I’ll stop. got it angel?”
“of course. I love you so much, miss domme. I always trust you no matter what. you are my everything.”
you flash a relaxed, content grin and a peck a playful kiss on his forehead. he’s so effortlessly adorable sometimes. it drives you crazy. you can’t tell if you wanna pinch his cheeks or devour his soul with a flurry of butterfly kisses all over his body. we’ll wait and see!
you are jay’s trophy wife - a beauty queen who is the living personification of elegance, intelligence and glamour. you’re a real life princess. someone passionate about community service, and advocating for social justice causes close to your heart. miss [y/c] indeed - a proud representative of your home country. someone who aims to create change in the community and spread awareness to the issues that matter to you and your country the most.
you have a heart of gold and it’s evident in the way you treat both yourself and others with respect. some even find you cold and intimidating because of how beautiful you are, how you conduct yourself, and how much you’ve accomplished in your life. but the moment you smile at them and converse with them, their nerves are eased.
people either love you or hate you. there is no between. you’re either seen as the epitome of beauty and brains, or you’re seen as a superficial gold digger who leveraged her sex appeal and beauty queen status to ensnare a wealthy, dignified man like jay. others see beyond that and know the value you bring to the community and acknowledge that the inner beauty of your soul shines just as much as the outer beauty of your charming smile.
either way, jay is extremely head over heels in love with you. he sees you as a living goddess. he views you as a poised lady with the magnetism of aphrodite and the wisdom of athena. some people swear he’s lost his mind ever since he met you because of how deeply he is in love with you. but he doesn’t care because you’re his precious, beautiful wife whom he’d move the earth and sky for. he’s highly protective of you. he’s a VERY passionate lover. you’ve seduced him into a trance. you are his spoiled princess whom he adores with all his heart. he will lavish you with grand gestures as a tribute to his seismic adoration for you. he worships the ground you walk on.
that being said, you two share an extremely filthy secret together that contributes to the some of the aforementioned traits of your marriage. while it certainly isn’t the only reason why he’s so whipped for you, it sure is a major weakness of his….
and what was that dirty secret again? 🤨 oh right - miss domme. the moment he sees you donning your skimpy little swimsuits, chinese laundry tippy top platform heels, your rhinestone crown and your signature miss domme sash, he crumbles. he’s at your mercy. whenever he’s on a business trip where he can’t bring you, he packs one of your bikinis and uses it to get off in order to blow off some steam at the end of his long days filled with busy projects and mind-numbing meetings. he then films himself doing so and sends it to you. but HMMM…that’s a story for another day daahhllinggsss…..
whenever you seduce him with your velvety, graceful words, he is done for. you may be Miss [Y/C] to the rest of the world. but behind closed doors? you’re Miss Domme…..
“so cute seeing such a powerful, dignified gentleman like you turn into someone so needy for my touch,” you coo to a tied up jay. “beneath that cold, chic, manly dilf exterior of yours is a filthy slut who thrives off of getting pleasured to oblivion by his pretty little princess. isn’t that right, buttercup?”
“hnngh- ….. y-yes miss domme. you’re right,” he softly winced.
his top half is bare, yet his suit trousers still remain on. you rub your crotch on his clothed bulge, and then lean into his shoulders, start caressing his bare skin, and start moaning into his ear as a way to incite more arousal. you then face him and begin making out with him, leaving behind the taste of your buttery lipgloss that he LOVES.
you then move down his neck, and to his chest because you want to leave behind even more of your beloved shimmery, buttery gloss until it’s fully wiped away. the sight of his tanned, toned body marked by your lip gloss is indeed a priceless work of art worth ogling at forever……….
jay winces at the sensations. “m…m-miss domme? when can I touch you?”
“soon, i promise,” you reassured.
you continue showering jay with kisses all over his body for another minute. then, you pull down his pants and are welcomed with the sight of his freed, erect shaft sprung up by your provocations….
before beginning, you adjust your crown. you start off by licking your way up to the tip. jay releases a hiss because despite it being such a minuscule action, he will take absolutely anything from you because of how needy he is right now.
now….here comes the fun part. first, you grab the vibrating cock ring and insert the ring around his throbbing member. with the remote in your hands, you turn it on at the lowest setting.
jay gasps at the sensation of the sudden change. whiny moans & cries IMMEDIATELY leave his mouth the moment you press that button.
the sight is endearing. it takes you every ounce of willpower to not stop, stare and drool at the sight in front of you because truthfully? you’d cum just at the sight of that. but we still have so much more left to do……
next, you slowly engulf his cock into your mouth. jay DESPERATELY wants to thrust his hips down your throat so he can feel even more of your heavenly mouth alongside the vibrating ring. but he’d rather not risk it because he wants to be a good boy to his beloved miss domme and not get punished. 🥺
jay’s breathing becomes more frantic, chest heaving really fast.
“AH-……hnnnng. ugh F-FUCK …..miss domme please spare me,” jay begs with tears sliding down his face. you briefly take his girth out of your mouth and strike a smirk at him, your hands on his cock temporarily replacing your mouth as you respond to him.
“not yet cutie. be a good boy and take whatever i give you. understood?” you assert before heading (no pun intended) back to engulfing his length.
“yes m…mi- AH…..m….miss domme,” he struggles to let out through choked sobs.
what a sight to behold. a sweaty, whiny, needy jay shuddering at the verge of tears because of how deadly you are….how cute….
you allow all the drool from your mouth to salivate itself onto his girth to make it even more wet, and start bobbing your head deeper - still taking it slowly, but gradually picking up the pace. you choose to continue taking it slowly and just……having fun with it. playing around with his kisses, licks, and moans around his shaft that make his brain short-circuit at the sudden vibrations of your voice and sends shivers down his spine. his buzzing cock ring certainly adds more fuel to the fire….
“AH- miss domme…p-please…fuck…I don’t think I can take it any longer.” he pleads. his winces and grunts continue to get louder and louder.
you continue moaning around his length and pleasuring him with your tongue. it seems like his orgasm was around the corner. therefore, you slyly take your mouth off his cock and turn off the toy. he lets out a loud wince at the orgasm denial because he was so close.
“don’t cum yet my love,” you chuckle, “we aren’t finished yet.”
“when will i finally be able to?” he pouts.
“I haven’t even untied you yet cupcake. don’t worry. we’re getting there.”
as you untie the restraints from the headboard, jay immediately gets up, wraps his arms around you, and starts kissing you.
“Mmm…..love…you….miss…..domme…” he says in between each kiss.
his cute, mushy kisses are hard to resist. after all, he is a very affectionate sweetheart. but you still pull away because you had other intentions in mind. “aw buttercup, I love you too. but let’s make out later because right now, i am eager to get you ruined like a slut.”
you lightly push him back against the pillows. you start strip your swimsuit off, piece by piece. starting with the untying of your sarong, then your bikini top, and of course, sliding away your soaked thong. because your thong was so tiny and skimpy, your wetness is prominent from all the provocations you’ve made tonight.
you look him in the eyes as you caress your miss domme sash to draw special attention to it. then, you swiftly slide it off and carefully place it on the nightstand beside your shared bed, alongside your crown. the shoes stay on though….cuz you LOVE the way those sexy beige platform stilettos elongate your body AND complement the warm, golden complexion of your naked body.
despite his eagerness for the slow and painful teasing to stop, he drools at how you striptease your way into your raw, wet, and naked glory. his heart skips several beats and his breath hitches a little. his erection stiffens as each part of you gets revealed one by one. his desires ignite him into a trance.
once you’re complete with the unveiling, you grab his dick and position it so that it’s in front of your stomach. your arms make your way around his shoulders and you’re leaned against him.
“alright loverboy. show me how desperate you are to fuck my soaking pussy. you’ve been such a good little whore for your beloved miss domme,” you chuckle. “it must’ve been hard work to try and hold back all your lustful impulses. I consider that a significant feat, considering how irresistible i am. you did a great job at demonstrating restraint. you’re now free to let go of those stipulations and let loose.”
jay is speechless and bewildered by your words. he expected you to ride him because he was ready to fully surrender and whore himself out to you. only to realize that you want him to prove to you how desperate and needy he is to get his dick wet to you. to prove to you how much he craves the raw feeling of your soaked cunt.
“ah, m-miss domme. i-….i don’t know if i can. you always feel so good and it makes me so weak and-,” he nervously utters.
“it’s okay jay. you got this. i have full faith in you. i can help you start,” you respond with encouragement.
before inserting it in, you first slide your folds back and forth on his shaft. a couple moans exit your mouth, and it isn’t helping jay’s antsy feelings one bit.
“m-miss domme. please….i’m so needy that it hurts. i need it so much. i-”
“don’t worry, we’re getting there.”
you intertwine your hands with his and give him a reassuring kiss, and continue holding his hands throughout.
once it’s been slid inside you, he doesn’t hold back one bit. you enjoy staring him down - seeing his frantic, fucked out expressions as he wets his painfully stiff cock, desperately jerks himself off, and whores himself away to the sensation of your tight heat.
“fuck, jay. you’re doing so well. so…s-….so well for miss domme. keep going babe…you got this,” you praise.
for a while, he’s able to plunge himself erratically because it helped him release his pent up desperation. but eventually, he tires himself out, yet still wants more.
“miss domme….miss domme….m-…miss domme,” he keeps sputtering over and over again like a broken record.
that’s when you finally start riding and bouncing on his dick, skin slapping noises inundating the room. his wails get even louder with each undulation of yours. jay is writhing for you.
it really boosts your ego to see such a strong, sexy, powerful man like jay get reduced to a pretty little slut who can’t live without your touch. he loves to let you use him for your own personal pleasure and milk every drop out of him until there’s none left. he finds it so hot how much power you possess over him. it gets him off just as much as it gets you off.
gradually, the excessive ramming led you close to your climax.
“jay,” you grunted, “m’ close. just let it all out love.”
jay’s eyes were left wide open at the sight of you convulsing and the sensations of your heat throbbing. the sound of your moans and grunts are pure music to his ears. he loves that he makes you feel good.
your release led to his own orgasm shortly thereafter. you kept bouncing through his climax to keep milking his seed and overstimulate him a little.
“AHH-…M- ….. I-…SSSS D-…..DOMME,” jay screams out. each undulation of yours intensifies the spasming sensations, gradually leading to a second peak for both of you.
jay slides out of you and both of you lay on the bed, hurried breathing being the only sound to take over the room.
“how are you feeling pumpkin?” you worriedly ask as you face his direction, “are you feeling any pain?”
“nope. you made me feel so good tonight miss domme. just a little soreness but it’ll go away. what about me? did i make you feel good?”
“of course jay!” you exclaim as you wrap one arm around him, “there isn’t a single moment when you don’t make me feel good.”
jay blushes at that remark and leans in for a hug, “i love you miss domme. i love you with all my heart. every day, i am so grateful and blessed to be married to a woman like you. i can’t stress this enough. you are my everything.”
“awe jay, you’re so cute when you get all mushy after getting all fucked out,” you giggle, “you’re the sweetest husband ever and every day I am grateful to be married to a man like you. you’re a kind, selfless, protective gentleman who has done so much for me. now let’s get cleaned up shall we?”
you grabbed the two water bottles and chocolate chip granola bars on the nightstand.
“here, have some water and have a granola bar or two. need to ensure we both stay hydrated and that none of us get dizzy.”
you two take a moment to sip some water and briefly snack. you two were gonna massage each other but decided to reserve that for the next morning when both of you are more well-rested. you head to the edge of the bed and slip off your tippy tops to head to the bathroom with him to wipe each other with warm towels, pee, remove your makeup, and then head off into a cozy, cuddly, good night’s sleep! 🥰
© miss-conjayniality, tumblr (2023)
#enhypen smut#enhypen hard hours#enha smut#enha hard hours#jay smut#jongseong smut#enhypen imagines#sub!enhypen#dom!reader#sub enhypen#dom reader
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like every now and then I wonder. am I being too hard on Rauru. am I being too me about that scene by thinking that he's leaning on Ganondorf a little harder than necessary, that he's being just a little more condescending than he has to be, that he maybe likes a petty power play a little more than the rest of how the game seems to want us to think of him would imply.
but let's be real, he and Ganondorf are in full agreement that Rauru's fatal flaw is arrogance. and also. someone very kind directly translated* the Japanese cutscenes into English the other day (x) and I
G: “For our late attendance for your repeated invitations, we the Gerudo tribe offer our heartfelt apologies. We pray that you will allow us to join you as your lower-class vassal.”
R: “Admirable Ganondorf, I recognise your submission to Hyrule Kingdom. A man is said to be born only once in every 100 years to the Gerudo tribe. To be able to welcome a warrior called ‘king by birth’ into my Hyrule… is indeed a reassuring development.”
(breathes calmly) lower-class vassal. your submission to Hyrule Kingdom. my Hyrule. the nasty little implication (am I imagining this) that Ganondorf--proud warrior, king--is now subsumed into Hyrule and is become Rauru's possession. I am still breathing calmly. I am deeply normal about this.
Like I have seen people argue that no no, the other peoples/tribes weren't asked to submit to Hyrule, they were simply allies of the new kingdom, but Ganondorf sure seems to think that submission is what Rauru's after or at least is the bait he will willingly take; and even knowing full well that that's an evil guy Rauru is more than willing to play along.
and yet the game still wants us to look at Rauru as a Good King figure. as a noble ruler. And the thing is I am honestly convinced that he does actually want or at the very least he is convinced he wants to unite the peoples of Hyrule simply so that everyone can be united and be friends! I do actually think this is his genuine desire! I also think he made up a kingdom so he could be king of it and this is inherently an action to be deeply suspicious of. He is arrogant. Again, the game is quite firm on that point. There is a sort of presumption that power should rightfully lie with him.
and I posit that when he's faced with Ganondorf, known evil bad guy, whatever part of Rauru's superego tells him that he should tamp down the part of him that enjoys being the one with power simply... steps back a little. because it's all right, here. Ganondorf is evil, so it's allowed.
* Disclaimer: I don’t think this is a superior translation, to be clear, and I do feel that both this and the official English are effectively giving the same vibe; I appreciate & share it primarily as another take on the same concept. It’s easier, I think, to solidify conclusions when you’ve got things to compare/contrast with each other.
#there are rauru apologists and there are rauru haters in this world and if either faction clowns on this post I will make it unrebloggable.#this post is for putting the goat man in a terrarium and giving it a good shake. thank you for your understanding.#ganauru#rauru (lozbotwtotk)#ganondorf (lozbotwtotk)#totk#totk spoilers#and we were both kings 😳#I do need to listen to the Japanese again and see if I can pick out individual words now that I have subtitles rather than dubtitles#Japanese does so much with implication that I do want to do that on my own#but. hhhhhhh. wow#lozbotwtotk#bad and imperialist zonai get put in the goat wiggler
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