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And The Sun Is Silent (Yandere!Wriothesley/Reader)
Unreliable Synopsis: You, a former writer, received a fan letter. Truly a curious thing, for the contents appear more personal than what it should be.
A/n: I am not back. I posted this cuz first off, I adore Joe Zieja and all his works and I was so hyped when I saw he voiced Wriothesley and second, mfer gave me C4 qiqi. i love my daughter but cmon wrio, I literally got the same haircut as you do now-
CW: nothing really. Just a lil mind frick ig
“When I saw his hands wrapped around his dearest new spouse, cutting that vile wedding cake together, I wanted nothing more than to take that knife and slit his throat.”
(Y/n) was a serialized author in Fontaine whose works were primarily geared towards detective novels. However, their words were less laced with objectivity and “irrefutable facts” as the heavy pockets do when spinning their tales. Unfortunately, they weren’t meant to fill their coffers with hit-release masterpieces. (Y/n)– pen name “Maestro Justiniano” – was more engrossed in the perpetrators' psychology like the barkeeps and magicians do. They were the main characters– the sung hero of the tale. The glorified violence thrived in each passing page for the only mystery to be solved was “who will they target next?”
If young fans of other authors were seen as aspiring detectives or law enforcers, those who were known as fans of the Maestro were unjustifiably labeled as “future degenerates.” For (Y/n), it was funny. Overhearing grandparents waste their already fleeting energy to scold their grandchild’s love for their sinful work was their source of joy.
But (Y/n) (L/n) was not Maestro Justiano in public.
They were Duke Wriothesley’s spouse. Maestro Justiano is but a shade and (Y/n) is a human. The maestro does not feed on earth nor mora, but (Y/n) is obliged to. He bought his title, and he bought his spouse.
Gone was their free fourth finger. With a golden shackle, they sealed their fate to a wealthy man for table scraps. Perhaps it is fortunate that he is generous with his pockets, but to (Y/n), they would rather starve themselves writing than sit through another seminar about the nation’s ever-changing laws.
The Maestro’s life used to be so full of thrill; the “pelf” they received for each writing commission was a life worth their breaths.
The Maestro’s life used to be coated in moonlight; sneaking out and running gigs was their bread and butter.
But now the sun is silent, and (Y/n) stands with a tail behind their legs.
“(Y/n), do you need anything?”
Wriothesley asked even when he could guess the answer. Lazily, (Y/n) shifted from the covers, peering over with half-closed eyes.
“Nothing, Your Grace.” (Y/n) yawned. “Close the door.”
The Duke nods, understanding their fatigue. He silently shuts the door, and nothing of interest is to be noted afterward.
This has been their canned script every Wednesday to Friday without fail for the past 3 years.
In (Y/n)’s eyes, Wriothesley is a mere animal with whom they mate for survival. Barely any true emotional trysts occurred in their first two years of marriage. They’re a “friend” of fortune. With him always away from home, (Y/n) is left with nothing but their thoughts.
The nights were warm, but the mornings were cold.
And the sun is silent.
Their husband has never been quite the same after an incident during their 2nd year of marriage.
On the night they were attacked in the comfort of their shared home, a gear in his head was stolen.
Wriothesley held them, audibly more alarmed and broken than (Y/n)– the victim– was. He shook, afraid of what you must’ve gone through in his absence. Robbery, that’s what the records say. An armed man entered their home with the intent to steal. Black were his gloves and hair. The perpetrator thought they had been away on a business trip and pulled the trigger by surprise when they emerged from the kitchen.
That thief had failed to steal material possessions, but their husband had lost his good of intellect. He cannot stand the notion of leaving them alone. What is a collector’s item if it’s not in great condition? Wriothesley has locked the gates and kept (Y/n) in, and he’ll continue to do so to preserve their value.
“I want to meet you somewhere someday, in a place where the sun is no longer silent. I want to crawl and bury myself under your skin where I can read through your mind. The house is too quiet. I want to trace your collarbones. I want to bite into your flesh, and I need you to look into my eyes as I tear myself apart.
I am in love with you, (Y/n). It’s unbelievable, but it’s true.
I live within these walls. I am what keeps you grounded with a golden ring.
But why does the sun hide from me?”
Despite how much closer the couple are now, (Y/n) feels more distant than before. Not that they had the right to say "The duke was not the man I married" when they rarely talked— but it surely felt that way.
And in one Sunday night, the forcibly retired author used their words not to immerse readers, but to intimidate guards to grant entry to their "beloved" husband's office.
"You fucking bitch…"
"Lovely to see you too, honey."
"You made me lose my job!!!"
"Here I thought you refer to it as a side-line."
"Are you fucking for real right now?!" They screamed and slammed a fist down on the table. The pain hasn't hit them yet as their unbridled shock and rage hit overdrive. "Since when did you have the right to just take my–"
"Your hobbies away?" Wriothesley placed down his chamomile tea and shrugged. "Honey, I'm not doing anything like that. No, I'm only protecting you."
"Oh, great!" They waved a hand around dramatically before slapping it back to their thigh, rolling their eyes. "Let me guess, there's a biiiig explanation that fits into one giant puzzle."
"You know me too well for someone who never initiates conversation." He smiled mockingly.
"You're right. Court Dense Publishing House is being investigated for numerous allegations. Toxic working environment, which included stalking and superiors leveraging pay for sexual favors might I add, and tax fraud. The details of the latter will bore you." Wriothesley continued.
He sighed. "Can't you tell? I'm just being a decent husband. What if you were being harassed and you were afraid to tell me?"
"Like hell, I was–" They took a sharp deep breath in. "Listen. Let me get back to my work and we won't have any problems, Your Grace."
"No can do. You're an ex-Maestro now."
“And you're an ex-con.” They quickly retorted.
…
…
“... You're calling me an ex-con?" Wriothesley laughed dryly. The lone sound made them inch their heels slightly backward.
His eyelids lowered as his dull gray eyes peeked behind underneath his tilted glare.
They had never seen him this serious.
"Who do you think turned me into one?”
…
…
…
They blinked.
His words– though not making sense without context– carried a heavy weight they had unfortunately missed.
His gaze and words were accusingly pointed.
At them.
…
…
Wriothesley laughed.
"I'm kidding, of course. Don't be so tense."
(Y/n) didn't laugh.
He smiled. They can't tell if it was fake or not. He's been too good at pretending to be nice that they never knew when he genuinely dropped the act.
Like Maestro Justiniano, that argument is history now.
And maybe that's why (Y/n) first thought it would be a comforting experience to read a story written by an avid fan.
It was a long manuscript. Sigewinne claimed it came from a fellow Melusine who wanted her favorite author's thoughts on how to write a criminal male lead. When asked for the writer's name, she refused to say it. (Y/n) respected it since they too posted anonymously…
But this reading sounds less like a professional job and more like a stalker's confession…
“When I first finished a book of yours in two sittings, I had formed a vague fantasy on how you looked like. You were a tall man, thin, long-necked, sharp-nosed, with a body slightly bent forward. Needless to say, I was stoked to find that description failed to perfectly describe who you were in person.
I hope that with my new appearance, my description perfectly describes how your husband used to look as well.
These black gloves just don’t fit me right.”
These black gloves…?
"Honey, I'm home!!! Oh, and Sigewinne's here too."
As soon as they heard the door open, (Y/n) shoved the fan's manuscript inside their drawer. Wriothesley hates seeing any semblance of creative writing inside the house.
"Can you brew two cups of tea for us?" Wriothesley asked as he removed his jacket, placing it recklessly on the sofa. "We're exhausted."
(Y/n) nodded. They never tell him how they make his tea. For a bottle weighing 8 fl oz, they'd take a rounded scoop of sunsettia powder to the pitcher and pour steamed 2% milk to whatever was the appropriate line. Once aerated for 3 seconds, they fill it with their macha mix with ¼’’ foam and ¾’’ more below the rim for the aesthetic.
The process is not as difficult as it sounds, but they like withholding information. Why else won't friends and family know that they're a prolific writer, right?
"Sure. I'll be right back."
They left.
Their “husband” picked up the letter they hastily hid, a faint smile playing on his face.
Were you frightened after reading it?
How did his favorite author react?
He wished he knew. But he’s no detective– he’s a present “degenerate”. He won’t find clues just by looking at the parchment. "Wriothesley" placed it back to where it was earlier and adjusted his black gloves to fit just right.
“Wriothesley” glanced at Sigewinne with a giddy smile.
“So, do you think they liked my writing?”
"(P.S: I finally figured out how you make your coffee. It's 3 pumps of Fonta, 1 shot of espresso roast, chilled milk, and stirred with ice. This unique combination would've perplexed me if I didn't find out you made it out of spite.
But it does taste good. I promise.
After all, in the cold solitude of your sunless prison, I'll be the one brewing you coffee. May each sip be a reminder of my affection.
The sun may be silent too in the Fortress, but maybe in there, you'll finally appreciate my warmth.")
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The Blitz (Badly Explained)
Right so we start off with Aziraphale in a church doing a drug deal with a bunch of Nazis, except there were translation errors and he brought a bunch of books. Aziraphale is actually living his best life doing spy work for the police but his handler is actually a Nazi as well, and he does the gayest fucking surprised face in the history of television
Nazi-Mycroft threatens to murder him but then Crowley hop-scotches down the aisle like his goddamn wedding day to get to his husband at the altar. The head groomsman & bridesmaid are Nazis, and the vicar is pointing a gun at them, so Crowley goes Nah babe let's blow this joint (literally)
Aziraphale is traumatised by the loss of three of a billion books he owns (because THESE ones are full of terrible, inaccurate prophecies) but Crowley's like Don't worry babe, I got you and he hands over the miraculously-OK books. Aziraphale literally sends wedding invites, buys a cottage, & picks out names their six snake babies (snabies) on 👏 the 👏 spot 👏
Crowley just walks off like Yeah alright get in the car you dork, whereby Aziraphale attempts to give him road head for saving his books
They pull up at a theatre for yet ANOTHER drug deal except Crowley couldn't get the weed plants to grow properly (he hadn't discovered yelling at plants yet, that was in the 70s) so he brings bottles of whiskey. Mrs H rips the demon a new one because they got smashed in the explosion, like can a girl not just have ONE SHOW without EVERYTHING GOING WRONG. What is wrong with you people, it's not like we're at WAR or anything, fuck
As much as Aziraphale enjoys watching Crowley get torn to shreds by an old woman, he volunteers as tribute to be a magician in her show, and Mrs H agrees because she's debating just retiring to the countryside
Back at the bookshop, Aziraphale stims while practising his magic tricks while Crowley has a little improv show, then they take a trip to the Tesco Express round the corner to top up on bread, milk, eggs, oh and a gun
Meanwhile the arch nemesis that Crowley never knew he had, is plotting his downfall in Hell. He bippity boppity boos the Nazis into spy zombies and sends them out into the world to get the Hot Goss on Crowley. This raises no alarm bells, something something bombs going off and everything's on fire, honestly people have better shit to do than worry about people wandering around with their arms falling off. Now I think about it, the zombies probably blended in better than I thought
The zombies eat the guy at the Tesco checkout and then follow Aziracrow to the theatre, where Aziraphale is playing a magician in the school's talent show & Crowley is that dad hiding in the back pretending that's not his kid
Just to spice things up, Aziraphale convinces Crowley to aim for his mouth (in front of all those people?! Aziraphale you slag!)
The magic show is a hit and Aziraphale stims in victory with his little feather boa, but then suddenly Crowley's arch nemesis rocks up with three zombies and his own little detective file on Crowley (which is just one photo. Honestly there's not even a backup photo, like this guy needs to watch some Law & Order)
Aziraphale the Kleptomanic strikes again and the Dark Council end up with a leaflet to Aziraphale's next show instead of the photo (while it wasn't recorded, they had an AMAZING time. That Fell the Marvelous is quite good, isn't he? Yeah no, he DOES look a bit familiar, hmmm)
Crowley and Aziraphale finish off their evening with getting absolutely hammered while fight-flirting, just their usual bedtime routine at this point, and then-
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Fight Club [Frank's Version]
Pairing: Matt Murdock x (AFAB)Reader x Frank Castle
Summary: If this seems familiar, that's cause it is. When @hellskitchenswhore sent this prompt I gave two options: Either Matt fucks you before your next session so he's dripping out of you while you're training with Frank so you "remember who you belong to" ORRRRRR he busts up your session and you end up having a three way with him and Frank in the gym. She chose the former but the later has honestly been bouncing around my brain since then and I finally wrote it. The fic is the same until Matt follows reader to the gym, then the fun begins...
Warnings: 18+/SMUT. No use of Y/N. Female/AFAB reader (use of terms like girlfriend and female anatomy.) Established relationship. Brief mention of an active shooter at an office, Frank and Matt using pet names like sweetheart, mentions and accusations of cheating but no actual cheating, Unprotected sex, Fingering and hand job, Oral (M & F receiving,) THREE WAY! A TRIP TO PARIS!, P in V, Creampie, etc.
WC: 7,200
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“That’s it sweetheart, last round I promise.” Frank encourages you as you take swings at the bag in front of you.
You’ve been at this for at least an hour and your arms feel like jello. You can’t remember the last time you were breathing this hard that wasn’t from Matt bending you in half. Jumping directly into the Hudson would have kept you drier than the amount of sweat currently pouring down your face and exhausted body.
“Atta girl, atta girl!” Frank praises as you take your last few swings, arms too weak to make any real movement of the bag
“Alright, you’re getting the hang of it now. Few more sessions and you’ll be out there with Red every night.”
“Pfft I don’t know about that, Frank. I’m just trying to make sure I can protect myself is all.”
“So remind me again why you didn’t ask him to teach you this?”
It started last week. One of your favorite coworkers was going through a bitter divorce and her estranged husband decided to confront her at the office and pulled a gun. You heard two shots ring out from your desk and feared the worst - all the active shooter situations you'd seen on TV were happening live in your life. Fortunately, as you fled for safety, Jerry from accounting was able to disarm and tackle the guy before he could hurt anyone thanks to his black belt in Jiujitsu.
Even though the incident ended okay, it had spooked you enough to get yourself some defense classes, for all those times when your vigilante boyfriend was too far uptown to protect you at a moment’s notice and Jerry wasn’t around to save the day.
Matt was always overprotective of you and you hated to think how he’d react to the incident, so you hadn’t told him. When the story hit the news, you lied (via text so he couldn’t detect it) and said it happened on a different floor and you didn’t even notice.
You also didn’t tell him about your decision to learn self-defense. Matt was more than qualified to teach you, but for some reason, you just didn’t feel comfortable asking for his help with this. Maybe it was his propensity to throw himself into helping those he cared about, you especially, that gave you hesitation to give him another thing to prioritize over himself. Maybe it was just how good he was at fighting that made you not want to “be a beginner” in front of him (not that Matt would ever judge you about anything.)
In fairness to you, you hadn’t intended to learn it from his frenemy and former client, but you’d showed up at the boxing gym near your work and the gruff men inside intimidated you so much, you bolted out the door before signing up for a class, tears welling in your eyes when you quite literally bumped into Frank on the street.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, nodding towards the door of the boxing gym
“I thought… Look I want to learn how to fight. Or at least how to defend myself. This place is close to work but um… might not be the right fit for me.”
“Why don’t you just ask Red?”
“It’s a long story,” you replied with a sigh “but I really don’t want to ask him. Or for him to even know about it. So can you please not mention you saw me here or we had this conversation?”
“Okay, can I ask why not?”
“You can but I’m not gonna answer.”
Frank chuckled and shook his head
“Well if you want to learn to fight, this isn’t the best place. I know Vinny the owner and he’s a shit teacher. But if you want to learn for real, I’m happy to teach you.”
“What? Wait really? Wait, Frank you know how to fight?”
“Sweetheart, I was a Marine for over 15 years, ‘course I know how to fight.”
“And you’d do that for me?”
“Course. You’re Red's girl. What times’ he leave for his little night job?”
“9:00”
“Great, meet me here at 9:30. Tonight.”
And that was how you ended up here, collapsing on the gym mat beneath you with a groan.
“Not bad for your first time. We just gotta get you in the habit of resetting your hands after every hit, and you’ll be golden” Frank praises again
“Oh yeah, I forgot, always protect the face so I don’t end up lookin like you.” you jest
“Ouch” he feigns hurt with a smirk on his face “Red teach you to swing low like that?”
“Nah Castle, that’s all me. It’s part of why he loves me. Same time tomorrow?”
“Sure. See you then.”
By the time Matt returns home, you’re showered and in bed, sore muscles pulsing every time you twist and turn in your sleep. Between the smell of sweaty clothes in the hamper and the scent of your freshly washed skin rubbing against silk sheets, plus the heat radiating off your sore muscles as he crawls into bed silently beside you, Matt figures it out pretty quickly.
‘She started going back to the gym. Hmm. Have to ask her about that in the morning.’ he thinks as he drifts off beside you.
You awake in the morning to gentle hands rubbing at your back.
“Mmm morning Matty” you mumble, still pulling yourself out of sleep
“Morning sweetheart.”
“What are you doing?” you ask as he works a little lower down your spine
“Giving you a massage. I can tell you’re sore. When did you start going back to the gym?”
“Just yesterday. And you’re right I’m super sore. Thank you, this is a nice way to start my day.”
“Of course sweetheart. What gym did you go to? Did you have fun?” he inquires
His innocent prodding has you waking fully quickly, trying to cover your tracks without outright lying and getting caught.
“Oh this gym near work. Couple people in the office recommended it. And yeah I had fun.”
All truths.
“That’s nice. Mmmm do you want to start the coffee or shower first?” he asks, seemingly letting the subject go
Perfect.
As you rush around to get ready for work, Matt grabs the laundry hamper from the bathroom, walking it over to the washing machine. Your dirty workout clothes from the night before sit on top, now less potent that they have completely dried. But he can’t help but feel like something smells off.
Sure it smells like you - natural scent mixed with your fading sweat, but there’s something else. Something familiar. A very subtle hint of spiciness mixed with… is that gunpowder?
‘Weird’ Matt thinks to himself, but brushes it off a moment later, the smell not strong enough to really garner more than a passing thought.
But three times he does the laundry in a row, he smells it. It’s so subtle, he might not even give it another thought, but it’s just so damn familiar.
It takes another week for him to ask you about it.
“Hey sweetheart, you’ve been going to the gym a lot lately,” he mentions over dinner
“Mmmhmm. Yeah, can you feel my muscles growing? I’m feeling stronger.” you reply
“Yeah. What exactly are you doing at the gym? It’s really working.”
“Oh a little cardio, a little strength, you know…” you skirt around, being intentionally vague
“That’s good. Is it like a class or?”
“Um sort of. Just this guy at the gym, he’s been helping me. You know, walking me through the exercises.”
Also technically the truth.
“That’s good. Well, I’m glad you found something you like.”
‘Okay, so that guy must smell like this. She’s close enough to him in a warm sweaty gym, so there’s a little bit on her clothes. Makes sense.’ Matt thinks to himself. But he still can’t shake the feeling that that smell is so familiar.
Two weeks later, Matt is out on patrol when he hears a familiar heartbeat on the fire escape a few floors down from where he’s perched.
Frank.
“You just gonna sit there all night, listinin’ Red?” Frank asks
“Very funny Frank.” Matt says, hopping down to Frank’s level
“Haven’t seen you in a while” Matt comments
“Been busy. Madani’s been usin’ me more.”
“Oh don’t tell me you’re going legit Frank.”
“Not a shot in hell, Red. But gotta pay the bills somehow.”
And then a strong breeze blows. Frank’s signature blend of sweat, aftershave, and metallic mixed with gunpowder from all the weapons he handles overwhelms Matt’s nose. Matt cocks his head in confusion. It’s so damn familiar. But of course it is, it’s Frank. How many times has Matt been on a rooftop with him like this, bs-ing the night away while monitoring the city?
After catching up for a bit, they go their separate ways, the rest of Matt’s evening turning uneventful.
He returns home to you shortly after 3 am, your soft breathing as you sleep calms him as he strips off his suit.
You hadn’t met with Frank tonight. He said something about following a lead and you were perfectly fine with that, you needed an off day.
Matt curls up in bed beside you, resting his head on your back and falling asleep quickly.
The next night, Frank is really putting you through your paces and you swear you’re ready to collapse when he finally calls it for the night.
Per usual, Frank offers to walk you home when you’re done and for the first time since you started coming here, you accept the offer since you stayed a bit later than usual tonight. At least until you can make it to Hell’s Kitchen and within range of Matt.
You and Frank make small talk as you go and eventually, the chill of the autumn air has you shivering in your still-damp-from-sweat workout clothes.
“Here sweetheart,” Frank says with a lopsided smirk, slinging his worn jacket over your shoulders.
“Thank you Castle. Always a gentleman.”
“Course, ‘specially for Red’s girl.”
You make it to 35th and 10th, close enough to home and hand his jacket back to him, parting ways with a nod and a polite “goodnight.”
The later hour coupled with the particularly intense session has you collapsing into bed without even removing your shoes, let alone your gym clothes.
When Matt returns a few hours later, the smell hits him like a truck.
‘I swear to god Frank, if you’re bleeding on my couch again…’ Matt thinks to himself.
But when he enters the apartment the only heartbeat he can hear is yours. He inches slowly toward the bedroom and rolls the door open gently. He reaches down to feel the soft lycra of your leggings on your body, careful not to stir you from your slumber. The smell of your sweat clinging to your clothes fills his senses, way more potent than normal plus that other scent you’re bringing home from the gym. Matt pauses to wonder why he thought Frank was here but then it hits him.
Oh my god. The mystery smell from the gym you’ve been bringing home is Frank.
But how could you smell like…
And then the gears in his head start turning. And he feels like a goddamn idiot.
You had been going to the gym. But not to work out. You were cheating. With Frank of all people. And you’d made the critical error of not showering when you got home.
Matt begins to pace the apartment, rubbing at his chin as his thoughts move a million miles a minute about what to do.
Did he confront you? Did he confront Frank?! What should he even say?
The sun rises and he’s still pacing and contemplating when his alarm rings out. He shuts it off before it can wake you too. He needs more time to think about his next move. He gets ready for work quietly and slips out the door before you awake.
You find it odd you haven’t heard from Matt all day. When you woke up you saw his Devil suit in a heap in the living room and there was no damage to it or blood on it. So you knew he had come home and was relatively okay. But it was so odd for him to leave without a goodbye kiss or go this long in the day without so much as a text. But he had been busy with a heavy caseload lately. You finally break shortly after lunch and text him first.
“Hey Matty. Know you’re busy but I miss you and I love you. Dinner tonight?”
“Can’t. Working late. Don’t wait up.” He responds
That was… oddly curt. But again you figure he’s stressed and busy.
Matt on the other hand has been wracked with stress all day. It only took an hour of his constant pacing and fidgeting for Foggy to break and finally ask.
“Matt. What’s up?”
“I think… I think I’m being cheated on.” Matt confesses. He leaves the Frank part out of the equation, wanting Foggy to be as objective as possible about his response.
“What could possibly make you think that?”
“She’s been going to the gym like every night for a month now right when I leave for patrol and she came home last night smelling like… another man. And she’s been smelling like it a little the whole month but last night it was all over her”
“So did you ask her?”
“Well no but…”
“Matt you are literally a human lie detector and yet here you are jumping to conclusions instead of doing the rational thing and just asking her.”
And maybe Matt would have taken Foggy’s advice if he thought you were just cheating with your gym trainer. But this was Frank. And that made it all the more complicated.
Matt decides finally what he’s going to do. He’s going to follow you tonight, catch you in the act and confront both of you together.
Matt still hasn’t come home when you depart for your nightly workout session, but little do you know he’s there. Pacing on the roof, waiting for you to leave. As soon as he hears the lobby door shut behind you, he springs in to action, taking the stairs two at a time into the apartment and changing out of his lawyer suit and into his devil suit as quickly as possible, making sure not to lose your heartbeat now a block and a half away. He makes up for the lost distance quickly and is practically on top of you by the time you enter the gym.
“Hey Frank!” you call out as you enter
“Hey. I’ll be over in a second.” he replies from the locker rooms
Matt crouches down by the side of the building, just close enough to the windows to hear everything going on inside.
You’re almost done wrapping your hands when Frank emerges from the locker room.
“Alright let’s start with our usual, then you can have a go at me again.”
“I don’t know Frank. You really wore me out last night. I woke up still in my clothes and shoes.”
Matt knew it. He fucking knew it.
“Tough shit sweetheart,” Frank responds with a chuckle. “And what did your boyfriend think about that huh? He got any idea what we’re doing here yet?”
“Honestly I don’t know. I didn’t see or hear from him at all today. Which is weird even for him. And no I don’t think he’s figured it out yet.”
“You’re gonna have to tell him eventually”
“No, I don’t”
“So what you’re just gonna keep sneakin’ around, becoming a prize fighter without him gettin’ suspicious? Shit even a regular guy would raise some alarm bells by now, but especially Red and all his … shit”
“Frank, I am not here trying to become a prize fighter. I’m just trying to get strong enough to defend myself if he’s not around to do it. That’s all”
Matt’s heart drops.
How could he possibly think you were cheating? And with Frank of all people. He felt like an idiot. Like a total asshole. Sure you had lied, well, technically withheld the truth and he’s sure you’ll explain why. And he’s hurt if you wanted to learn to fight that you didn’t come to him. But this was not nearly as egregious a stain on your relationship as he thought it was.
“I don’t know. Think you should tell him. Show him your moves. Shit, you’ve gotten a couple good hits on me these last few days. I'm sure you could give Red a run for his money.”
“I am not fighting Matt, Francis.” You say with an eye roll
In that moment, Matt decided this had gone far enough. He needed to come clean. He slipped quietly through the door into the studio.
“Oh I think she absolutely could, Frank. Especially if you’ve been teaching her”
Your spine goes icy cold at the sound of the voice behind you. Both you and Frank jump with a gasp and whip your heads to look at the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, standing in front of you.
“Matt… I”
“It’s okay sweetheart,” Matt says, hands up in surrender before reaching up to remove his mask
“Shit Red, you been here this whole time?” Frank asks nonchalantly
Matt nods, shame painted on his face.
“Matt, I can explain…”
“No. I need to explain.” Matt holds a hand up, interrupting your thought “I followed you here because I thought you were cheating. With Frank. And I know now that’s not what’s happening. And I’m sorry for not just asking you.”
Frank scoffs and holds back a low chuckle while your face softens in empathy.
“Oh Matt. I’m so sorry that I did anything to make you think that. That’s not at all what’s happening here.”
“Really Red, you think I’m that kind of guy?”
“No... I don’t know.”
“Nah, wouldn’t lay a finger on your girl. Unless it was okay with you.”
Matt shakes his head.
“Now that I’m here though, I wouldn’t say no to a little demonstration of what you’ve been teaching her.”
Frank immediately looks to you, reading the signs on your face to make sure it’s okay. You nod. Now that Matt knows, its time to show him.
“Kay sweetheart, just a few rounds on the bag. Like we been practicing.” Frank reassures
You step up to the bag and look to Frank once more. A soft smile spreads across his face and he nods in encouragement.
You take a few swings. Jab, Cross, Left hook. Like Frank normally has you do. Not even thirty seconds in, Matt speaks up.
“Woah woah woah. Frank, you’ve been letting her hit like this and not correcting her form?”
“Yes. Wait, what the hell is wrong with her form?”
“She’s too far away from the bag.” Matt places his hands on your shoulders, maneuvering you with slight adjustments and positions his feet right beside yours, pressing his body tight against your back. “I can hear your shoulder joint rubbing every time you jab, which means you’re over-extending that left arm. Makes you put way too much energy into each hit, you’re gonna wear yourself out way faster. Here. Step closer.”
You take a few more swings. Matt’s breath is against your ear and you can’t help but feel a chill run down your spine straight to your core. God, his body is warm usually, but being flush behind you as you move and hit, he practically feels like white-hot iron against you. Your heart is thumping out of your chest, and it’s not just from the few swings you’ve taken. You know Matt can hear it and is going to play you like a fiddle. His own wicked form of punishment for not telling him about your training.
“Go ahead, gimme a few more, I want to feel how your body moves. See just what else Frank has been teaching you wrong.”
Frank throws his arms up in offense as you try a few more punches.
“See? More power, less effort.”
You grin, happy to finally be sharing something Matt is clearly so knowledgeable and passionate about with him. Craning your neck, you mesh your lips with his in excitement and only pull away when Frank loudly clears his throat and you remember that he is still there watching the two of you.
“Eh, so you gave her a minor tweak. Still say how I had her doing it was perfectly fine.”
Matt finally steps away from you, turning to face Frank.
“Sure Castle, but I think the real testament to your teaching skills is how she does with an actual partner.”
Matt turns his attention back to you. His hands drop from your shoulders, running down your back lightly and coming to rest on your hips. He plants a soft kiss right under your ear. His stubble is coarse against your skin, sending goosebumps across your flesh, your toes curling into the squishy mat beneath you.
“You throw any actual punches at him yet?” he asks
“A few. Landed some of them too.”
“Let her show you Murdock, maybe she can knock that cocky attitude out of you like I never could.”
Matt chuckles and shakes his head. He steps away from you, holding out a hand and leading you to the center of the room, the area in the gym dedicated to partner sparring.
You stand a few feet apart from your boyfriend, nervous to demonstrate on him. You’re not arrogant enough to think just a few weeks of training with Frank puts you anywhere near Matt’s skill level. But you also know that Matt loves you and will probably take it easy on you just to be supportive and also not hurt you, so you may just be able to get a few swings in. You don’t need the guilt of piling onto his already long list of previous injuries and scars.
Frank approaches behind you, placing a hand on your arm in reassurance as he leans close to your ear.
“Remember that knee to crotch move I showed you last week? The one I said to only use if some creep comes at you head on and you need to take him out quick?”
You nod, already shifting your feet towards the set up position for that move, trying to activate the muscle memory to bring it back into your brain.
“Well” Frank continued, “might not be a bad time to try it.”
You chuckle at his suggestion.
“Frank, you know Matt can hear all of this right?”
You glance over at your boyfriend, amused smirk painted across his lips as he stretches his perfectly toned bicep across his chest, warming up for your little face off. He’s discarded his tight black shirt in a pile beside him. A cheap bid to distract you from the task at hand with his incredible body that he knows you can’t resist.
“Yeah, just figure if he wants to be a jealous fucker why not rile him up some more? Plus it’s the least he deserves for thinking the worst from you and I, of all people.”
You try not to laugh at the statement. Frank’s askew moral compass being perfectly fine with the regular amount of murder he commits, but thinking being a taken woman’s side piece crosses a line.
He squeezes the hand still resting on your bicep in reassurance before stepping away with a wink, sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin, radiating from the point where the warmth of his touch still lingers. Frank always keeps it incredibly professional around you and you know he is pushing against the line of flirting just to get into Matt’s head.
“Ready sweetheart?” Matt asks as you step towards him, gloved fists by your face prepared to fight
“Yeah” you reply and Matt also assumes his stance, nodding in your direction as a go ahead
“Ding ding, round one!” Frank remarks
You go for the right hook first, but Matt easily blocks the hit. You throw a few more punches, all of which Matt dodges and blocks without looking like he’s putting any effort into it. He’s cocky and sly in the way that he moves, refusing to even take one swing at you but making you work stupidly hard just to get nowhere.
Fine. New strategy, you decide.
Swinging a roundhouse knee in the air, you connect directly with his ribs. The oof sounds he lets out gives you a rush of adrenaline knowing you legitimately got a hit on him. It’s incredibly short lived as he’s quick to recover. Rushing towards you, he tackles you to the mat, knocking the wind out of your lungs as your ribs connect with the floor. He’s pinned you to the point where you can barely squirm, knee pressed firmly between your legs while his arms cage you in place.
“Nice try baby, but not good enough.” he whispers in your ear, shifting his leg to provide just a little friction against your core
“Woah, take it easy on her. She’s still a beginner. She’s here to learn, not have you be an asshole to her about something you thought she did.” Frank interjects, pulling Matt off of you
“Just cause you take it easy on her Frank, doesn’t mean I have to. She wants to learn, then let her learn with a real opponent, not just you going easy on her cause she makes your dick too hard to think straight.”
“Woah!” you interject, ripping the boxing gloves off your hands while still flat on your back
“Jesus, Red” Frank exclaims as he offers out a hand to get you back on your feet
“Oh come on Frank, you’ve been hard since she walked in here. Just because you’re not banging my girlfriend doesn’t mean you haven’t thought about it. I can hear it rub against your pants every time you move. You’re a weirdo, but not nearly weird enough to show up to a gym in jeans unless you had a reason.”
“Look, I’d never…” Frank stumbles over his words, redness creeping up his neck as it tenses with every clench of his jaw
Your pulse is thumping loudly in your ears at Matt’s observation, skin flushed with heat in both embarrassment for Frank who is still stammering beside you and also a little flattered that you so effortlessly turn him on so much.
“Never? Even with my permission?” Matt inquires
Frank’s pupils grow wide at Matt’s suggestion
“Woah, hold up Matt. Permission?” you loudly exclaim, offended at Matt’s implication “Like you own me?! I’m my own person, what about my damn permission?!”
Matt scoffs at your statement and steps toward you, spinning you around so your back is once more pressed against him and you are now facing Frank, who is hesitant to look up. His gaze transfixed on the floor as he tries to find the words to refute Matt’s claims. You didn’t think sheepish was a word one could ever use to describe Frank Castle, nor did you think he’d ever back down from a fight with Matt, even a verbal one.
“Okay sweetheart, let’s talk about you then.” Matt speaks lowly, damp bare skin of his rising and falling chest pressing into your back as he speaks, his own hardness obvious as he pulls your body flush against his
“While I appreciate that you haven’t crossed any lines since you started training, that doesn't mean you’re not enjoying these nightly sessions with Frank. Your heartbeat has risen every time he's been within a foot of you or complimented your progress tonight.”
His voice rumbles against the skin of your neck, right hand snaking around to your front, tickling at the top of your leggings. For some reason, you don’t stop him, feeling a little shy but letting him tease you in front of Frank.
“And you want to talk about how wet you were when I first got here?” he continues “I could practically smell you from blocks away. Frank get you that excited, hmm?”
Frank's head snaps up at the statement and he locks eyes with you just as Matt pushes his hand all the way down, collecting the slick he was just describing on his fingers.
“Matt, I…” you attempted to protest, still watching as the lust grows in Frank’s stare while Matt runs his fingers through your folds.
There was no hiding how your body reacted to both men. The evidence drips onto Matt’s fingers as he toys with you.
“No, it’s okay sweetheart.” he reassures, placing a few kisses on your neck “I get it. Frank and I have always said we're two sides to the same coin. It makes sense we’d both find the same woman attractive. And that she’d want us both.”
Matt once again turns his attention to Frank, not relenting in his teasing of you as he slips a finger into your opening, causing a moan to escape from your lips.
“Go ahead, Frank” Matt says with a nod against your shoulder, “if it's okay with her, it's okay with me.”
Frank finally wills himself to step forward. Never wavering in how deeply his gaze is locked on you, he hovers his hands over your waist while Matt continues to lazily pump his fingers in and out of you, waiting for your go ahead. You nod, granting him the permission to finally act on the feelings you’ve both been resisting.
Frank’s trembling hand finally cradles your jaw as he leans into you and softly connects his lips with yours, taking the pace slowly to give you both the space to gauge how you’re feeling.
Matt, on the other hand, is happy to move things along as he pushes another finger inside you. Immediately working his calloused digits against that spongy spot inside you that drives you wild every time. You're not sure what causes you to groan into Frank's mouth, the way Matt touches you so expertly or the tingly sensation spreading through your body as Frank’s tongue and hands begin to explore.
Matt only removes his fingers from your core momentarily to aid Frank in ridding you of your clothes, eager to assist as it now gives him so much more easy access to your sopping cunt.
Warm, wet kisses are placed all over your heated flesh from both men as Frank’s calloused fingers dance all over you, eventually resting just above Matt’s hand to work your clit while Matt picks up his pace.
Your orgasm crashes into you like a strong current against a rocky shore, hands gripping onto Frank’s forearms to hold your self steady as you ride the waves of pleasure to the end. He watches with an almost sort of reverence as you come down, indulging in every beautiful hint of pleasure painted across your face and body.
Your cunt squeezes Matt’s fingers one last time before he removes them, allowing you to fully fall into Frank’s strong form while Matt tastes the nectar of his labor. The groan that escapes his lips is sinful as he indulges in the familiar taste of you. Meanwhile Frank is stepping away from you, shirt joining Matt’s across the gym and jeans following not long after.
You were used to staring at Matt’s scarred and muscular form, but Frank’s sculpted, but slightly beefier body is also decorated with the ghosts of his past. You can’t help but salivate at how well his toned muscles look as he frees his cock and removes the last of his clothing.
He pumps himself a few times while Matt kisses you deeply, guiding you downward.
The squishy gym floor beneath you cushions your knees as you crawl on all fours towards Matt, who is shimmying out of his cargo pants and laying down before you.
Frank follows closely as you makeout with Matt, continuing to touch himself at the sight of your bare body splayed out on the mat. He lunges forward to place a few kisses down your spine as you’re bending forward, ass in the air and inches away from taking Matt into your mouth.
As you begin to suck Matt’s length, his low moans echo out through the musty gym, lips parted in pleasure.
Once Frank is satisfied with how much you’ve got Matt worked up, he slides back up behind you, lining himself up with your entrance. You moan into Matt’s cock as Frank pushes into you.
Alternating between your mouth and your hand, you work Matt up until his eyes are pressed shut, overwhelmed by all the sensory input of Frank fucking you. Matt seizes the opportunity to sit up a little and kiss you deeply, just as Frank begins to increase the harshness of his thrusts. You can’t help but cry out in little mewls and whimpers, as Matt moves kisses down your neck and jaw and guides your lips over his cock once more.
Your legs feel as though they may give out from under you at any moment based on how violently they’re trembling. With Frank only increasing his rhythm and Matt now thrusting up to meet your face and running his nails along your back has you careening closer and closer to your edge once more.
Unable to hold back, you cum with a cry, Matt and Frank both lunging to put their lips all over your skin as you do, sandwiching you in a throng of sweaty flesh and ecstasy.
Pulled fully on your knees now, Matt reaches down to where Frank was just fucking you, running his fingers through your folds again and sending your already overstimulated nerves into over drive.
The room around you now feels stifling, the heat of three bodies in such a state of activity not able to compete with the squeaky and outdated hvac system buzzing above you head. Frank and Matt are both damp, hair sticking to their flushed foreheads as their mouths hang agape in an attempt to slow their panting. Matt’s hazel eyes dart back and forth, reading the signs that both you and Frank are ready for more; the steadying of your heartbeats, the evening of your breaths, and the minuscule sounds of both your muscles relaxing as the seconds tick on. Even though you’ve leveled out a little bit, you’re still dizzy with pleasure and your heart rate surges right back up as Matt moves to position you on your back.
“Atta girl.” Frank encourages as the sticky flesh of your back meets the soft, rubbery floor. He’s laying down beside you, hands roaming over your breasts and taking a nipple into his mouth just as Matt pushes himself forward, beginning to work his tongue all over your pussy.
The crescendo of pleasure begins to grow deep within you again, Matt knowing just how to expertly play you like a conductor leading a symphony as he kisses and sucks on your clit. He inserts a finger just as Frank grabs your jaw, shoving his tongue into your mouth.
Frank’s kisses move down your jaw and towards your ear, whispering sweet praises while Matt continues to eat you.
“Shit sweetheart, look so pretty when you cum. Knew you would. Let me see it again, come on, all over Red’s face. Atta girl.”
While Matt is always phenomenal in bed, never have you heard him talk as filthy as Frank. Usually his moans and grunts turned you on plenty, but Frank’s words are a welcome, new sensation that has another orgasm crashing through you before you even realize its happening.
You practically shove Matt off you as you know he’d be content to just keep going until you were over stimulated to the point of tears. He chuckles and wipes away the slick you left on his mouth and chin.
“Sweetie, you want to help Frank finish while I remind you who you belong to? Hm?” Matt asks as he crawls to hover over you, lining up just the tip of his cock with your slit and causing your cunt to clench around nothing
“Yes, Matt.” you respond, propping yourself up on your elbows so Frank can have his turn fucking your mouth
Frank’s scoff is cut off with a groan of pleasure as you wrap your mouth around him and suck his length towards the back of your throat.
“What Castle?” Matt asks, still teasing your hole while he listens to you blow Frank “You think just because I’m sharing doesn’t mean she’s only mine?”
“Ah shit– I know Red. I know.” Frank replies, chin tilted down to watch the way you look up at him as you swallow him down
“Good.” Matt responds, before harshly thrusting all the way into you.
The vibrations of your moans from how intensely you’re getting fucked, plus the sight of you taking Matt’s dick while sucking him off causes a build up in Frank much quicker than he’d like. Part of his ego doesn’t want to finish before Matt, so he guides you by the jaw off of him and resumes laying on the floor, supporting your head with his chest and guiding your hand to his hardness so he can watch the show and also help you cum a final time while staving off his own orgasm a little while longer.
“That’s it sweetheart” he coos in your ear, hand steady around your throat while you stare up into his eyes and work him over with your hand. Your skin feels on fire as they toy with you, every brush of them against you like electricity firing through your nerves.
You can tell Matt is close by the way his face is scrunched up, focusing on only the feeling of your body beneath his and trying to tune out the rest of the world around. You can only assume Frank is as well, based on how much tighter his grip has gotten around your neck as you continue to jack him off and by how his sweet praises are now replaced with grunts occasionally punctuated by a singular swear word.
Frank reaches his calloused fingers down to goad you along, rubbing your clit in smooth circles, a stark contrast to the harshness of Matt’s now faltering pace.
The slapping of skin over and over combined with the lust-filled groans and moans all of you are making has your head spinning and your final orgasm blooms like a rose in late July, soft and warm and delicate in a way that only these two working in tandem can give you.
Frank watches as you fall apart a final time, not stopping his assault on your sensitive bud until he’s satisfied with how hard you've orgasmed.
You’re totally spent and laying back against Frank. Too distracted by how delicious every drag of Matt’s cock feels against your satisfied walls, you let him use you while you revel in the dissipating fizz of your body being so thoroughly fulfilled. Barely able to even reach up and stroke the taught muscle of Matt’s chest, you do though as a small act of gratitude for sharing you tonight and allowing you to experience such pleasure. Frank takes over for your weak and trembling hands, touching himself while kissing whatever area of your skin he can reach to bring you back down.
Matt’s senses are overwhelmed. The smell of pure sex invades his nostrils and he can still feel the aftershocks of your orgasm in the light pulses of your velvety walls every time he drives into you. Frank’s musky scent blends so beautifully with your natural, floral smell and hearing your satisfied sighs being breathed into Frank's soft kisses is the most beautiful music he’s ever heard. Your hands trace down from his chest and rest on the back of his thighs, encouraging him to find his nirvana as his thrusts become erratic.
“Matty.” you let out in a breathy lament and it finally tips him off the cliff, spilling inside you with a low moan that will echo in your ears for days to come.
Frank, unable to hold himself back any longer and cheekily pleased that he held off longer than Matt, even if it was only for a moment, spills across his stomach and chest as you kiss him through his orgasm while still stroking Matt’s skin to bring him down.
The three of you collapse side by side under the humming fluorescent lights of the gym, labored breathing finally slowing as you all come back to reality.
“Tell you what Red, that was a hell of a warm up for your girl. Ain’t that right sweetheart?” Frank finally speaks up, gravely voice cutting through the silence.
“You’ve got to be kidding Frank, I am not training tonight after all that!” you argue back
Frank turns towards you and presses a kiss to your temple before standing up and finding his clothes.
“Matt, c’mon back me up here.” you turn to your boyfriend and watch as his signature cheeky grin spreads wide across his face.
“You know my dad and I had this mantra, this thing we’d say before every fight he had ‘It ain't how you hit the mat. It's how you get up.’
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“It means, you better get back up and do what Frank tells you.”
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Tastes Like Pepsi Cola (Dazai Osamu x Reader)
Also available on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47860600
When Dazai texts, you go.
That's how it's always been, ever since you met him. With clever words and those beguiling looks of his, he wrapped you up in a web that was so deftly spun you didn't even realise you were in one until it was too late.
Occasionally you'd rebel, leave him on read, ignore the siren call of him, go on dates with other guys, but he always got his way eventually. And the sessions spent after you'd pulled away from him were all the more intense for your resistance, with him making you come over and over until his name was all you could say, rattling around in your brain, carved into every inch of your skull. You'd limp to work the next day with Dazai's teeth marks hidden under your clothing, lovebites all over your neck and breasts, handprints on your ass, thin nail marks on your back and thighs.
Sometimes it was worth it just to rile him up, put a healthy fear of losing your company into him.
If someone asked you to define what you and Dazai were, you'd struggle to define it. Fuck buddies? Lovers? Friends, even? He sure as shit wasn't your husband.
But whatever it was, it was addictive.
That night, when the text came from him, you threw on some clothes hastily - it didn't matter what you wore, really, since Dazai would be unwrapping you like a Christmas present. You did put on some of your nicer underwear, though - you loved the way his eyes lit up at the merest hint of lace or silk and it made you feel good.
It didn’t take you long to get to where he lived – so convenient for him that the Armed Detective Agency was literally right around the corner, yet he always managed to be late for work. You shivered under your jacket as you mounted the steps leading to his front door, the night air cool and crisp.
He answered the door before you'd even had a chance to knock - almost like he'd been peering through the peephole, eagerly anticipating your arrival.
"Hello, sweetheart~" He purred, eyes dragging up and down your body.
"Somebody's eager-" you teased, but you barely had time to finish speaking before he pulled you in, hands gripping your hips and effortlessly tugging you over the threshold of his place. The door slammed shut behind you.
His mouth smothered you in kisses, hasty, almost sloppy in his urgency. Not that you minded - even when he wasn't putting in much effort into it, Dazai was a fantastic kisser. His lips were warm, and it only took a little coaxing before you opened your mouth for him, tongue slipping deftly inside. It used to be you didn’t like kissing with tongues, guys before you jamming it in there and scraping it against your teeth, but Dazai’s turned it into an art form. You tried not to think about how much practise he must have had to get that good.
His elegant, long-fingered hands wandered up and down your body, squeezing and caressing and you let out a breathy laugh as his hands ghosted across your stomach. He was fascinated by your ticklishness, had pinned you down and tickled until you'd cried with laughter before. Strong despite his lanky frame.
"Is anything wrong?" you asked, reluctant to kill the mood, but there was something about Dazai's urgency that was mildly alarming.
He chuckled against your neck, hot breath washing over your skin.
"Everything's fine, baby." He replied in a sultry purr. And then he said, casual as you please: "I think you need to come sit on my face now."
What?!
You and Dazai had done plenty before, but this was a new one, plus the abruptness of his command took you aback. You stared at him, amazed he could still make you blush.
"What?" you said, mouth hanging open.
Dazai only smiled, tugging you after him into the bedroom. Your feet followed him automatically, heart hammering in your chest.
Of course. Being around Dazai was like a riptide - all you could do was go with the current.
“You heard me.” He said, his voice slow and sweet as honey. “I want your thighs either side of my face, and I want to eat you out until you scream.”
His crude words combined with his sultry tones were a two-pronged attack – designed to shock, to smash down any guarded or teasing from you might try to put up with the brutal efficiency of a wrecking ball, and enticing enough to draw you in, cleansing you of any knee-jerk embarrassment by reassuring you as bluntly as possible how much he wants this.
Your faced flushed, but how could you say no? It wasn’t like Dazai wasn’t very well acquainted with every part of you and denying him things already took an enormous amount of willpower and resolve. Why play coy now?
“All right,” you said, swallowing. “Um, we should probably get on the bed, right?”
Dazai was all too happy to take the lead, flopping down onto his futon and leisurely arranging himself. You were slower to follow and began cautiously taking off your clothes, aware of Dazai’s hungry gaze on you, taking in each inch of flesh exposed to him like it’s the first time he’s seen it. He loved watching you strip, delighted each time by every curve of your body. Coming from someone with Dazai’s looks, it’s one hell of an ego trip to be so blatantly lusted over, even if it could be overwhelming.
“So pretty,” Dazai hummed, words drifting over to you like music as you were down to your bra and panties. “Come here, bella.”
You made your way over to him, pulse fluttering. He hadn’t even touched you yet, but your body was responding to his voice. You idly reflected he had you well-trained and you should probably be a bit more concerned about that, but it was hard to fret too much about it when Dazai’s dexterous hands grabbed you by the hips the minute you got close enough and tugged you onto the bed.
“Look at you, all nervous.” He chuckled, in a teasing tone that bordered on condescending. “This is a pretty cute side to you, sweetheart.”
“Shut up, Dazai.” You muttered, rolling your eyes, and he laughed and brought you down for another kiss. While he had you distracted, his fingers hooked in the sides of your underwear and worked them down your legs. You only noticed when he broke the kiss and suddenly found yourself completely exposed.
How did he do that?!
“Dazai-“ you said, but even as you spoke he was making short work of your bra too – it was just a comfy sports bra, you hadn’t seen the point in putting something with underwiring on when you’d only be wearing it from point A to B, yet you still felt a note of surprise when Dazai tossed it aside to join the underwear on the ground.
“You’re stalling~” Dazai singsonged, his eyes glowing like amber as he smirked up at you, his hands sliding up your torso to cup your breasts, his thumbs skilfully caressing the nipples and they perk up under his ministrations.
Your teeth sank into the flesh of your bottom lip and, with Dazai’s encouragement, straddled his pretty face. His hands gripped your thighs to steady you and you paused in an awkward crouch, your haunches already starting to burn. Idly, you reflected that this might make quite a handy workout for your glutes and thighs. You could feel Dazai’s hot breath on your cunt and you fidgeted. Well, this was awkward.
“Um, so should I…?” you trailed off. “I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“Didn’t you hear me?” Dazai asked, and you jolted at the tone of his voice. His playful chiding his evaporating and now there’s a clear note of command – you internally cursed yourself for finding it hot. “I said, sit down.”
“But- “
"Fucking sit down." He growled, holding tightly to your hips. "If I die, I die happy."
Oh, fuck me.
Obeying him without thinking, you let yourself sink onto him and Dazai moaned as your soft thighs enveloped either side of his face. His hands gripped your flesh, holding you in place, and he got right to work.
Your eyes popped open wide. Dazai eating you out was nothing new – he sometime would fling his arms around you, hugging your waist, and sink to his knees begging for a taste of you, like he’d just die if he couldn’t bury his head between your legs right then and there. He’d even used that silver tongue of his to persuade you to let him crawl under your desk at the Armed Detective Agency once or twice – the last time, Kunikida had come over to tell you that you’d dated a document incorrectly while Dazai was sucking your clit and you nearly had a heart attack over nearly getting caught.
But that paled in comparison to this – Dazai lapping at your cunt like a man starved, his nose nudging against the front of your groin, wanton moans leaving his mouth, muffled by your flesh. A breathy sound that you’ve never made before left your mouth and your hands grabbed the headboard before you, and you clung to it like driftwood in a shipwreck.
“Oh god…” you gasped. “Dazai-!”
His tongue thrust into you, and he moaned loudly, your taste hitting him like the first drink on a hot day. It was like devouring a ripe peach and twice as sweet – he was a fan of bitter flavours usually, but the taste of you was enough to drive him into a frenzy. Combine that with your high, keening cries and the way your thighs squeezed his face, it was heaven. His cock was throbbing, straining against his boxers, but Dazai ignored that for now – nothing would distract him from gorging himself on your flavour.
“Fuck!”
Your hips thrusted forwards, you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding on him, chasing more of that sensation. You stopped, alarmed that you really might kill him if you keep that up, but Dazai’s palm cracked down firmly on where your thigh and ass meet and you yelped, but bucked forwards again, getting the message pretty clearly, no words needed.
Dazai hummed in approval – you took direction so well – and his lips fastened around your clit and sucked, dragging it into his mouth and laving his tongue over it in a way he knew made you squeal. Your thighs clenched either side of him and Dazai keened in response. He wouldn’t stop until you came, until it flooded his mouth – your crotch was already slick with his saliva, but he wasn’t done yet.
He playfully smacked your ass again, making you yelp and tug on his hair in retaliation, which sent a bolt of heat shooting down his spine – Dazai was well-versed in the interplay of pleasure and pain and liked springing it on you unexpectedly. Bolstered by his grunt, you did it again and if he could have smiled up at you just then, he would have. Alas, his mouth was thoroughly preoccupied.
Little minx.
He squeezed your ass enthusiastically as you ground down on his tongue, using the headboard as leverage to move your body up and down – you didn’t want to break his neck, no matter how much of a noble death Dazai would consider that, but fuck it felt good to be on top, demanding pleasure from his mouth and receiving it so enthusiastically.
Heat pooled in your belly, spreading through you as the throbbing in your cunt grew more and more pronounced, like a second heartbeat. Dazai’s hands connecting with the flesh of your ass and thighs only encouraged it, little stings of pain serving as a deliciously contrasting sensation to the soaring electric pulse flowing through you.
“Oh god, Dazai…just a bit more…” you burbled, nearly incoherent with pleasure, thighs trembling and your legs aching, but you didn’t care, you didn’t care at all, you just want to come. “Fuck, yes, just like that…”
He used his tongue to thrust against your inner lips, growling wantonly as he did it, knowing you liked it when he got a little primal, a little feral, and his efforts were rewarded. That sweet, addictive flavour flooded Dazai’s mouth as you came, moans that were downright pornographic filling his bedroom, your voice rising to the ceiling like steam.
“Nnn…Dazai-!”
It took you a couple of seconds, with your orgasm flooding your brain, sending tingles shooting up and down your body, to remember where you were. When you did, you hurriedly shuffled back and Dazai’s face appeared beneath you, his mouth still shiny. He wiped it on the back of his wrist and smirked up at you.
“Good job, baby. I told you you’d like it, didn’t I?”
You laughed breathlessly, not sure why he was praising you when he did all the hard work. Still, you combed your fingers through his hair and Dazai leaned into your touch, like a cat, practically butting against your palm.
“Yeah, that was…wow.” You said, feeling strangely shy, but Dazai’s smile was warm and reassuring.
…That was all for two seconds, until he suddenly grabbed your sides and flipped you, squealing, so that you were on your back beneath him. You giggled wildly, staring up at Dazai as he looked down at you, and the way his pupils were black and shiny told you he hadn’t quite had his fill of you, not yet.
“Hold back on the review for just a little longer, darling.” Dazai purred and, as you watched, mesmerised, slipped a thumb into the waistband of his boxers and began to slowly slide them down his hips. “There’s something else I’d like tonight…”
~
The next day, you sat at your desk. When you’d walked into the Armed Detective Agency that morning, it had proven rather tasking on your body – you were still a little knock-kneed from last night. Kunikida even asked you if you’d pulled a muscle.
“Yes!” you say, pouncing on the ready-made excuse with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. “Yes, I-I was moving furniture. I guess I forgot to lift with my knees.”
While Kunikida tutted over your shoddy technique and reminded you that if you suddenly had the inexplicable urge to decorate your living room, Kenji would only be too happy to do all the heavy lifting, Ranpo glanced up from his desk. He had his feet kicked up like he was on holiday, a lollipop wedged in his mouth. When Kunikida went to go look for Dazai, who had yet to arrive at work, Ranpo sent you a knowing smirk that made you blush.
Don’t tell me he knows!
When you sat at your own desk, setting down your morning can of Coke and agitatedly rubbing your lips together, you felt reasonably confident you’d managed to get away with your lie. That was until Ranpo’s teasing lilt floated over to you.
“I guess Dazai skipped breakfast this morning, huh?”
You glanced at Ranpo, trying to play it cool.
“What do you mean?” you asked, and quickly regretted asking when Ranpo’s eyes opened, amused emerald green meeting your flushed face.
“Because any breakfast isn’t going to compare…not when he had that kind of midnight snack.”
“RANPO!”
#Dazai x Reader#BSD Dazai#Dazai Osamu x Reader#Bungou Stray Dogs#Bungou Stray Dogs x Reader#Fanfiction#Smut#PWP#Writings
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Benoit Blanc (and Philip) Headcannons
If they were both on vacation and a ‘busman’s holiday’ happened (aka a murder or other sort of investigation needed) Philip would actually be the most enthusiastic for Benoit to join in, because he’s seen what his husband is like when he goes long stretches without a case.
Word of god (aka the author) has it that Benoit can’t afford his apartment [on his own; I blame the cost of living, and honestly Benoit’s clothing tastes cannot be cheap] and it’s heavily implied that he’s a hobbyist that is more than willing to do charity cases because he cares about the people and justice. So that puts significant weight on the ‘Philip is the biggest breadwinner of the two’ theory (fitting that his quarantine crazy project was literally making bread). TL;DR: Philip is a sugar daddy to Benoit.
Philip is actually more famous than his husband in some circles (possibly the world of finance or fashion?) and Benoit doesn’t mind at all. (Frankly Benoit would be happier if his name wasn’t the first Google result for ‘Worlds greatest detective’)
Marta and Helen are now honorary daughters to the Benoit and Philip, this headcannon is so popular I choose to believe it is just full bonafide canon.
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Hi! I’m James, and this is my blog :^) I’ve been writing Death Note fanfiction since 5ever and this is a whole list of my OVER 50 Death Note fics.
This is a combination of my two AO3 accounts. I have all fics with trans characters marked with a T. For avoidfilledwithcelluloid, I have fics marked E if they’re explicit. Didn’t do that for my other account, coprinus_atramentarius, because all of those fics are explicit. Most of this is Lawlight, but there’s also Mikalight, Remisa, LMisa, just to name a few others. Enjoy and make sure to leave nice comments when you’re through!
avoidfilledwithcelluloid fics
Chapter Fic
sit and stay awhile complete, T
“Light has a fantasy of sitting in L’s lap, and he’s got a plan to make that a reality.”
the art of ink and flowers incomplete, E, T
“Light needs an apprentice and thinks he’s found the perfect one in young firecracker Mello. Now to deal with Mello’s uncle, the strange, mysterious, and - oops! - super hot florist Ryuzaki, who doesn’t want his nephew near a tattoo parlor. What could possibly go wrong?”
i could write it (better than you ever felt it) incomplete
“Light works in the To-Oh university library, where he meets his favorite romantic mystery author, Eraldo Coil, who later reveals himself to be the great detective L. Through the course of their working together to solve a crime, Light finds he might have feelings for L and those feelings might be shared by the detective novelist.”
your heart is an empty cup incomplete
“Light is the assistant manager of a Starbucks in NYC, and L is one of his most annoying customers. When L accuses Light (correctly) of being Kira, as well as mysteriously asking for his help on a different case, the barista has to decide if he’s ready to get in bed with the enemy – maybe even literally.”
the forest holds strange creatures complete, E, T
“Light, a paranormal research grad student, comes to a small town trying to find a mysterious cryptid. He finds L, a 10-foot-tall tree creature, who helps Light discover the greatest cryptid of all: love. The only reason this one is in the chapter fic section is because it includes a Halloween special chapter with the intro of Beyond Birthday into the cryptid AU.”
At Your Service complete, E, T
“The Yagami family owns the sprawling, exclusive Hotel Kitsune where all sorts of international espionage agents make their temporary home. That includes the great detective L, whose romantic tension with Light comes to a boiling point when he comes to stay after a long absence.”
best practices complete, E, T
“Light has been working his way to the top of the corporate ladder thanks to his own hard work, and his more-than-close relationship with L, the company CEO and founder’s son. Their relationship comes to a head when L challenges Light to open himself up, making him vulnerable to showing the true depth of what he feels for L and his own desire to explore sexual power dynamics.”
One-Shots
Lawlight
constricting, T
“Light breaks L’s favorite tea cup in their kitchen, and L eats him out because he loves his husband so much.”
tell me I’m good, E
“In the middle of the night, L receives a drunk call from Light, hiding in the bathroom at a party. The call, turning from desperate to horny, reveals more about Light than L wanted to know.”
if at first you don’t succeed E, T
“Light gave his first blow job and accidentally bit L on the dick. He tries to make up for his mistake by trying again.”
let me work on you E, T
“As the result of losing bet to him, Light has to be L’s computer desk – naked and laying over his boyfriend’s lap. Of course, when L gives him another sexy challenge, Light can’t help but rise to the occasion.”
Buried Alive
“L and Light live together in L’s underground bunker after the apocalypse scorches the Earth. They watch some VHS tapes and do some gardening.”
Our Little Secret E
“After getting his memories, his freedom, back, Light wants to give L a gift: Kira tied up at his mercy. But L isn’t so sure if that gift is the one he really wants.”
The Light of the Moon E, T
“L is a vampire and accidentally bites Light, who is haunted by dreams that make him question why he wants L to bite him again (and maybe … something more …)”
little animals E
“Light and his werewolf boyfriend L fuck in their backyard garden.”
Change OR the one where L and Light get married E, T, A gift fic for @ohgodplsdontlook.
“Six years after the Kira case closes, L and Light go have a wedding in the mansion where L spent his childhood summers. They bring the Yagami family, their baggage, and vows to share each other’s secrets.”
a divine power E
“L has a particular power that has helped him get confessions from even the most hardened, tight-lipped criminals, and he offers to use this power on Light to get an honest answer to the question “Are You Kira?” Not really believing L’s power is real (and also smelling an easy way to lie his way out of being caught) Light agrees to submit to this bizarre investigative power - not realizing that L is about to make him a *very* honest man. (TL;DR, L has a Magic Cock That Makes Anyone He Fucks Fall in Love With Him AU.)”
Possession E
“After being killed by his family for being Kira, Light makes a deal with the demon L to get back to the mortal realm - a very, very sexy deal.”
Fantasy of a Fantasy E, T
“While monitoring the Yagami family home for suspicious activity, L catches Light getting off to a dirty magazine and projects what he thinks his main suspect’s fantasies might be.”
the chains that bind us E, T
“Obligatory post-Yotsuba arc fic where Light is released from the handcuffs, and wants desperately to be back in bondage with L. Features a very creative use of the handcuff chain.”
Kept E, T
“Omegaverse AU where Light cooks up a horny evil scheme so that L won’t throw him in jail, and also lets him get that alpha lovin’ he so desires.”
so glad you’re home E, T
“L returns from a solo case and he and Light have a purr-fect homecoming together - including some spanking, cat ears, and a shower of sappy affection.”
Yours and Mine, E
“During a Kira case work day while handcuffed together, L and Light sneak off for some fun.”
Non-Lawlight
tell me the truth, T
“Light and Matsuda hit up a bar after work, and then Light hits up Matsuda for sex, praise, and a distraction from the deep emptiness inside him.”
alterations E, T
“Light comes to visit his boyfriend Mikami at his fancy law office and suggests they have sex there. When Mikami reacts unfavorably, Light has to do damage control, and it smarts a lot more than he expected.”
lizard E, T
“Light meets a beefcake guy at a bar on the anniversary of L’s death, and lets him take him home” (Lizard is my death note OC, and the fic was a wonderful commission from @queerical)
24-Hour Gym
“After the yellow warehouse goes (mortally) in their favor, Light and Mikami frequent the same 24-hour gym. Eventually, after seeing all his work out skills, Light asks Mikami if he can bench press *Kira*.”
a big bag of factory reject seeds
“Misa keeps seeing L's ghost around the apartment and eventually, she dreams about him. But everything is not how it seems.”
Short Fic Compliation
hand in unlovable hand
Okay so I’ve been answering Tumblr askbox prompts for over 2 years now, and this? This is ALL of the Lawlight fics. There are over 70 Lawlight fics in this compilation, with all the nsfw fics marked as such. Here are somethings you’ll find in this horde: an AU where L is fat; dirty talk; ghost sex; phone calls about buying a house; early morning tea; kissing; spanking; bondage; L’s hair being brushed; and much, much more. If you have wished for a particular type of Lawlight fic, it is probably in this bunch.
Containing Multitudes
Like i said, I’ve been answering all types of Tumblr prompts. These are all the multi-pairing fics that are not Lawlight. In over 20 fics, you’ll find Mikalight, Light/Misa, Misa/Takada, Misa/Rem, Light/Namikawa, Beyond/Light, Light/Matsuda, and even a few ones with Light and my DN OC Lizard. All nsfw fics are marked as such.
hereditary
All the Tumblr prompt fics I wrote specifically about the Yagami Family. About 4 fics long, includes a really nice couple of Sayu and Light sibling sadness fics.
bottom shelf erotica
These are the 5 fics that I wrote to fill Death Note kinkmeme prompts. They are few frills, dirty, sloppy, all bottom Light smut fics. Also, since I didn’t want to give myself away on kinkmeme they’re all cis stuff. (because really who else would have been throwing trans smut up there?)
something between us (anyway)
a slowly updating collection of 10 tumblr fic requests I received for the pairings of lawlight and (my DN OC) lizard/light, covering prompts including omegaverse, coffee shop AU, sexy lingerie, and much, much more.
kinktober 2021
updated each saturday of Oct. 2021, these five fics all revolve around lawlight and specific kinky prompts.
Gift Exchange Fics
your father’s son, T
A Secret Shinigami 2018 gift for AbbodonAbandon. Light and Soichiro have a talk about why Light quit the tennis team. Lots of trans shit in here.
in your shoes, E
A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @pashmina-dhaage. L is a professor who is having a quiet relationship with one of his grad students, Light. When he sees Light through his office window stepping in mud, L rushes to give him the shoes off his feet.
wash it out
A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @complicatedmerary. Mikami and Light, a pianist and violinist respectively with the same opera company, are carrying on a passionate affair while Light remains married to the opera’s soprano, Misa.
coprinus_atramentarius fics aka my smut-only ao3 account
Bottom Light
In Your Place, T, omegaverse junk series
“Ide, Matsuda, and Aizawa ask L how he deals with Omegas; Light finds out the answer firsthand.”
let go, T, omegaverse junk series
“L offers Light a chance to get out of being his Omega; Light is unsure if that's what his problem really is.”
pillow talk
“L and Light discuss his reluctance to accept Light's father's invitation to a Yagami house dinner. A little saucy conversation between two dudes who only want the worst for each other but are also a little in lust with each other. Pre-Yotsuba arc, with a still Kira!Light marinating in the joys of being evil and sleeping with the enemy.”
special, special, T
“On a packed train, Light gets felt up by someone while in his tennis uniform and likes how good they make him feel - even if it means he's being naughty. Wait until he finds out who this mystery person is ...”
To Have and To Hold, T, omegaverse junk series
“Light is an Omega learning to be comfortable in his own happiness. L is understanding what it means to take care of someone else. Together they navigate their dynamics, both Alpha/Omega and Dom/sub, in order to cultivate a deep and lasting romantic relationship. this is a multi-part work, following the first two pieces of the omegaverse junk series.”
Bottom L
Heat of the Moment, T
“L hogs the blankets in their cold-ass hotel room, and when Light complains, L drags Light's hand down to the hot, hot heat between his legs.”
made to love you, T
“Light buys an android customized to look like L, but when he finds out Mikami's peeping on he and the bot having sex, Light decides to invite the other man to partake of the perfect lover he's made.”
need you, T
“L and Light engage in a heated kitchen quickie.”
nothing wrong, T
“After L gets a bruise from their fight, Light can't stop thinking about the marks they leave on each other.”
Overcome With Emotion, T
“After Light comes home from a trip away from L, he's built up a lot of sexual tension and L's more than happy to provide himself as an outlet for release, in more ways than one.”
For.you.mp4, T
“Pretend L survived to the second arc, is horny for Kira, and while Light’s on a work trip for the NPA cybercrime division, L sends him a special, pillow-related video”
Just a Drop, T
“Light finds L's secret aphrodisiac solution and decides to test it out on the detective to *very* successful results. But Light's not immune to the strongest drug of all - love.”
give it to me
“L wants Light's big cock inside him, and Light's more than willing to oblige. But they're unprepared for how complicated things become after they sleep together.”
Making a Scene, T
“L starts being a brat when he and Light visit the Wammy House, so its up to his alpha to get to the real reason why L's so upset - using some *interesting* methods.”
Birthday Boy
“Light gives L a two-part birthday gift that leaves a mark, and L gives himself a gift that involves going down on one knee.”
In Kira’s Kingdom
“Light has L imprisoned in his Kira’s Kingdom compound. L has been trying to escape and has failed for the third time. What was it they say about third time being the charm? Well, for L it’s more like the curse: the curse of having a megalomaniac freak be obsessed with keeping him and fucking him stupid, and L being super turned on by the whole thing.”
Going Up
“L and Matsuda get stuck in an elevator, and Matsuda confesses he’s always been in love with L. In an attempt to do a good deed before he dies of overheating, L says Matsuda can do whatever he wants with him. Will he regret his selflessness when he sees how big Matsuda’s dick is, or will that be L’s heavenly reward?”
good boy
“Light calls L his good boy, but L can't help misbehaving. Ruh-roh.”
Light’s Perfect Plan, T,DN Kinktober 2023
“Light and L have sex, and the only way Light can handle the fact that he might be into L is to create an elaborate plan as justification for them to have more sex.”
A Done Deal, T
“L makes a deal with Light that if he tops for a night, Light gets him as his maid during his next solo case – pretty black dress and all. But Light, ever the manipulator, can't let L just have this one.”
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KING OF SWORDS || PARK SEONGHWA
Summary: After a long time of barely speaking to each other, one cold dangerous night led to butterflies.
Part of Ateez Tarot Event (July 2023)
Learn more about this card here
Note: I took literal inspiration from the name of the card for this fic. I hope you'll enjoy it!
Genre: Angst, Smut
Pairing: King/husband!Seonghwa x Wife!Fem reader
Word Count: 2.2K
Tags/warnings: Arranged marriage, Royal AU, dirty language, baby-making, breeding kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, Seonghwa has OCD, fear of storms/thunder, anxiety/panic attack, oral sex, fingering, big dick Hwa, mild hairpulling
Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @babesindestroyland
ENJOY!
You and your husband; king Park Seonghwa have not exactly gotten off at the right foot. To be honest, you couldn't stand each other, it was like that from the beginning. But out of all the women in the country you were chosen by the late King Seongwook, Seonghwa's father, to be his son's queen.
There was no other choice than to say yes, or you'd go to jail for denying your king's orders. So there you went, leaving your family and moving into Seonghwa's palace. It was grand and white, so white that every single piece of dust was easily detectable.
Seonghwa took it seriously, so he had about hundred servants ready to clean the entire palace everyday. Until today you haven't found out the reason for his clean-obsession yet.
You didn't know much about him, actually, even after 6 months of marriage. You got married in the cold winter, in a beautiful church. All the leaders of friendly countries were invited along with your family, watching you and Seonghwa put on a show.
That was only the third time you'd met him, and you felt repulsed by the way he pressed his lips on yours to 'seal the deal'. He was a good kisser, sure, but you couldn't stand his personality at all. You cringed everytime you looked at him.
Now you had been married for 6 months and everyone has been expecting the two of you to start creating your own family, put children on the earth to heir the throne once Seonghwa would step down or die.
But you and your husband barely spoke to each other in private, you didn't sleep in the same room and you had never had sex with him. Yet, you were aware you had to give in soon, everyone is waiting for you to give birth to the firstborn baby of the new generation.
For a while you figured they didn't have a say in what you did, baby or no baby. Then you started to realize the importance of it, and you decided to do it, let him do his thing for a minute or three and move on with your life.
You wandered the hallways of the palace, long dress flowing as you paced down the stairs. Suddenly you were taken aback by the flash lighting up the staircase. You looked outside the large window, resting your hands on the windowsill. Storm.
You knew Seonghwa was out tonight, there were rough battles going on in the country as the citizens fought each other over political cases you didn't understand. Seonghwa would visit the towns in conflict and even though you just feel hatred for him, you got worried.
You worried when he was away for too long. You'd check the stables to see if his horse had returned safely, or ask the staff. It puzzled you, how your feelings changed for him from time to time. There had been zero affection in those months, so what changed? The desire to be with someone, maybe? Him being your only shot at love, maybe?
The heavy rain ticking on the windows made you sigh as tears pricked in your eyes. The thunder was loud and the world turned darker and darker, angry grey clouds covering the sky.
Your body shivered, but you couldn't look away. Ever since you were a child and almost died in a storm you panicked whenever one happened near to you. The closeby lightning freaked you out more and you felt your breath start to pick up.
You sank down to the floor, arms wrapping around your knees. Your breath hitched as you tried to focus on your body, trying to relax. But the loud thunder and the bright lightning feared you. You shook and shuddered as you tried to stop panicking, tried to stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks.
"Y/N? What happened? Are you okay?"
You had never heard him be concerned about you before, but here he was. Your husband kneeled down in front of you, taking you in his arms. He had a few scratches on his hands and jaw. You figured maybe a villager attacked him, other than that he seemed fine.
"D-Do not go out again in a storm, Seonghwa. I'm fucking telling you, do not do that again!" You cried. Seonghwa's eyes widened as he saw how upset and scared you were and all he could do was nodd.
Suddenly the lightning struck closeby and the power went out immediately, making you shriek and hide in his chest out of fear. "You're really scared, aren't you? Okay, I'll fix it, stay here, I'll just get-"
"No, no, don't go, don't leave me," you pleaded. Your trauma kicked in and you felt it was hard to breathe. Seonghwa nodded, understanding how badly you needed someone with you right now. He took you in his arms and lifted you up, carrying you all the way to his bedroom, which was nearby.
Seonghwa sat on the edge of the bed and held you close, rocking you slightly to comfort you. "I'm sorry I went out in the storm without telling you... I didn't know you cared."
"I-I didn't know I did either," you sighed as you calmed down. "Storms just scare me and I worried about you... I thought you...could die out there."
"I won't just die... they call me king of swords for a reason, I can defend myself when I need to...," Seonghwa mumbled as he pressed an unexpected kiss on your cheek.
"Seonghwa...,"you whispered as you felt his hands slide over your body. "We need to talk about sealing the deal, consumating our marriage... We need an heir for the throne," Seonghwa said calmly. You nodded. "I know we do, we really do, I understand. It's just hard for me to be with someone without feelings."
"You don't have zero feelings for me," Seonghwa stated. You knew he was right and there was no going against him, he was stubborn and always got his way, winning any argument.
You nodded slowly and dried your cheeks. "I don't have zero feelings for you either, Y/N. You're still my wife, my queen and you're the one to birth my children, the future heir."
The beat of your heart was loud, breath shivering as you felt his fingertips graze your thigh. "You're right." The tension between you and him had never been this big before. Maybe it was the intimacy mixed with the feeling of his safe arms.
"Let me put a baby in you, please," he suddenly pleaded. You slid your hands over his chest, nodding slowly. "Let's do that."
His hands were fast, finding the buttons on the back of your dress, undoing them as he attached his lips to yours. You melt into his touch as your lips move against each other. The kiss soon got more heated as he took off your gown, leaving you in your white, angelic lingerie.
Seonghwa looked at you in true awe for the first time, laying you down on the bed. He discarded himself of his clothes quickly, revealing his toned body. The only thing covering him was his underwear, something you had never wanted to take off of him so badly before.
His lips attacked your body, peppering kisses down your neck and chest, licking the valley of your breasts. You didn't expect Seonghwa to be this intimate and sensual, since you had prepared for a simple session of penis-in-vagina for 3 minutes.
But Seonghwa proved himself to be different, undoing your bra and focussing on your breasts. He licked and sucked on your nipples, making you whine out loud. "Fuck, Hwa," you moaned.
He smirked as he kissed down your stomach. "New nickname? I like it." Your husband slid off your panties, revealing your glistening wet sex. "Already this wet for me? I didn't peg you for an easy one, love."
You blushed lightly as he spread your legs and licked a stripe up your pussy. "Tastes so good, precious," he mumbled as he slid his tongue through your folds. Precious.
You didn't know what exactly changed between the two of you, but something definitely did. You felt your body tingling all over, back arching when Seonghwa's tongue entered you.
His tongue was rather skillful and sinful at the same time. He looked up at you as he fucked you with his tongue. You wanted to look away but you couldn't, letting out moans with every thrust of his long tongue.
Your eyes never lost contact with his and it only made you wetter, arousal building up inside you. "Seonghwa, fuck~ that feels so good!"
Seonghwa grinned a little as your moans picked up, becoming more frequent and louder, noticing you were getting close to your climax. He thrusted 2 of his fingers into you as he moves your tongue from your hole to your clit, licking it up and down, flicking it with his tongue.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Hwa, gonna fucking cum," you moaned loudly, running your hands through Seonghwa's soft raven locks. Seonghwa moaned against your pussy at the words, clearly getting off of your pleasure.
It didn't take long before you came hard, unraveling on his tonghe and fingers. You moaned loudly, and Seonghwa swore to God it sounded like an angel singing. He rode out your orgasm and moved away from your wetness.
You panted softly as you watched him take off his underwear, revealing his long hard cock, truly a sight to behold. The title of King surely fit him in every way. You gestured him to sit on the edge of the bed as you got on your knees for him.
"Oh, sweetheart you don't have to do this," Seonghwa quickly said, showing a softer, more gentle side of himself. "I want to... I want your cock in my mouth... I want to get you ready to fuck a baby into me," you breathed out, stroking his cock with your fingers.
Seonghwa threw his head back when he felt his cock slide into your hot, wet mouth. The feeling of your tongue flattening against the throbbing vein on his length as you bobbed your head up and down made him go crazy and moan your name loudly.
"Fuck, yes baby, you're taking it so well," he grunted as he thrusted forward into your mouth, making you gag slightly on his length. When he felt himself getting close he pulled you off his length.
You knew for sure this wouldn't be the last time you'd be intimate with him. It felt just right, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't dying to have him cum all over your body. But that'd be a waste of time if you're trying to have a baby.
You got on the bed and laid on your back, spreading your legs for Seonghwa. He was quick to hover above you, aligning his cock with your entrance. "You ready, princess?" "I'm actually your queen, Seonghwa, but I'll let the nickname slide. Yes I am."
Seonghwa grinned. "You're right, my queen," he said, hissing as he entered you slowly, pushing his cock inside entirely. You whined at the stretch of his big cock inside you.
He was quick to thrust his hips into you, immediately hitting the sensitive spots inside you. "O-oh, Seonghwa!" You moaned loudly, gripping onto his hair. "Fuck, baby, I love your wet pussy, such a greedy little pussy," he moaned.
You pulled his hair back, making him grunt out your name. His thrusts became faster, rougher and harder with every moan you let out.
"So good, so good!" "Yeah, baby? You like my cock? Like my cock in your wet little pussy? Bet you wanna be bred by me so bad, wanna be filled up so bad," he grunted. Seonghwa fucked you so well, beyond your expectations.
You learned the king wasn't one for a quick fuck and go, he took his time and he fucked you deep and hard, passionately, making sure you were feeling good. He was an amazing lover and you already knew this was going to be a daily occasion from now on.
His brows furrowed together as his thrusts got more sloppy, signaling he was close to his climax. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum, gonna breed you full of my cum, gonna but my baby into you," he moaned loudly.
"Yes! Breed me, breed me full of your cum, please, please give it to me!" You moaned loudly, clenching around his dick. You felt his member twitch inside you as he stilled his hips, releasing his seeds inside your cunt.
Your walls spasmed around him as you reached your second orgasm, moaning his name loudly. He rode out your orgasms slowly, milking himself dry inside you. He then slid his cock out of you as he laid next to you, panting loudly.
"I hope it worked," you said after a few minutes of silence. "For whatever it's worth, I think you're really good." Seonghwa smiled and took you in his arms. "You're really good too..."
"I'm sorry for the way I treated you before. I promise to treat you with more respect from now on," he spoke as he kissed your head. You weren't sure if it was an act of love or his way of doing aftercare but your repulsed feeling did not show up. Your heart beat faster. You even smiled.
"Me too," you said as you kissed his cheek. Maybe you and the king of swords were meant to be after all.
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idk nothing about saw
PLEASE EXPLAIN THE LORE I WANT TO UNDERSTAND /nf
*cracks knuckles* buckle up
There is a guy named John Kramer who’s wife, Jill Tuck (amazing character btw. didn’t deserve to die), has a miscarriage. He is then like “the guy who caused my ex wife’s miscarriage doesn’t appreciate life” so he traps and kills him. Then he does this again a few more times until someone survives and he’s like “see? trapping people is good actually. be my apprentice.” and the survivor, Amanda Young, is like “fuck yeah. thanks for making me cut open a guy. so happy to be alive now.”
Then there’s the bathroom trap in the original Saw and a character named Adam Stanheight is unfairly left to die even though he won his test, solely so the other guy, Lawrence Gordon (who technically LOST the test) could become John’s apprentice bc he’s a doctor. So Lawrence escapes and John is like “be my apprentice” and Lawrence is like “fuck yeah. thanks for kidnapping my wife and kids and making me saw my foot off. so happy to be alive now.”
So there’s also this guy named Hoffman (meanie stupid head) who actually didn’t even have to do anything. Some dude killed his sister so he killed the dude back and blamed it on the Jigsaw killer and John was like “wtf I didn’t do this.” So John stabs Hoffman in a public elevator with a needle and is like “your blade fucking sucks and also killing is bad. i would know bc i’m a killer.” Then he pretends to shoot him but it was actually just a little prank and John is like “be my apprentice” and Hoffman is like “i’m literally a homicide detective. but sure ok 👍”
So then it turns out Amanda Young was actually there with the dude that caused Jill’s miscarriage and Hoffman is like “kill this random woman or i’ll tell John” and Amanda is like “ok :(” and then dies bc said woman’s husband was there too. Oh and John also dies.
So then Hoffman like kills a few more ppl and blames it on this dead guy named Strahm. And then Jill finds out Hoffman technically got Amanda and John killed and is like “wow what the fuck. no wonder John hated you lol” bc it turns out John hated him lol. So Jill puts the reverse beartrap on him and stands outside the door for some reason but then Hoffman escapes and gets fucking Joker scars.
Then Hoffman catches Jill and says some mean things and then kills her. But then SURPRISE Lawrence is back‼️ You haven’t seen him since the first movie bc Cary Elwes wasn’t being paid enough and filed a lawsuit but it’s ok bc he’s back now. Lawrence serves cunt and kills Hoffman in the same bathroom Adam died in right next to Adam’s body.
But ofc, this is just a short summary. This isn’t even going into like. the Fatal Five, the Matthews, Rigg’s attempted recruitment, Bobby Dagen, Scott Tibbs Documentary, etc etc etc
oh also Jigsaw (2017) and Spiral (2021) happen too
#saw#saw 2004#saw franchise#saw movies#lawrence gordon#adam faulkner stanheight#amanda young#jill tuck#mark hoffman#john kramer#adam stanheight
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Good Omens Hc (Ineffable Husbands + Ineffable Interns and a mix of family) to help the fandom recover just a tiny bit
-If Aziraphale gives Crowley freckles when he gives him kisses, Angel gains a beauty mark from Crowley’s kisses (like falling/dying stars)
- I feel like since Eric can multiply, it’s the opportunity to give Muriel tons of kisses
- Aziraphale and Crowley share a garden, these two are always bickering about how to treat the plants
- Muriel asks question after question about demons, a lot are ones Eric doesn’t know the answer to and giving that he likes mischief, he makes a bunch of stuff up (all in good fun)
- Muriel sings incredibly and Eric loves to listen even if his ears can’t stand it (because it’s literally heavenly)
-Aziraphale has taken on whistling centuries ago and had become quite the professional, Crowley will sometimes catch him whistling “be-bop” (only because it reminds him of the demon)
- Aziraphale accidentally left his ring before he left for heaven and Crowley kept it (giving it back when Azi came back to reconcile)
- Aziraphale wrote, preformed and produced an entire play as an apology (Crowley couldn’t even get through the first chunk before he was sobbing from laughter)
- When Aziraphale blushes, it has a glow to it that only ethereal beings can see, so when he’s red in the face, to Crowley, he looks like a Christmas light
- Aziraphale picked up a few hobbies while Crowley asleep for the century, Dancing being one of them and another being Piano. The Piano is something Crowley doesn’t know about because he’s a little embarrassed and doesn’t play when he’s around (like dancing, Angels aren’t meant to really play instruments despite owning harps)
- Muriel has intimate knowledge of what Heaven can and can’t detect, they use this to their advantage when Eric wants to “stir up mischief” (He’s too embarrassed to call it a date)
- Muriel has taken to drawing Eric and Eric gets a little weird about it (it’s the sweetest thing anyones ever done for him and it makes him feel.. awkward. He loves it btb, he just can’t show it right)
- Muriel blushes a lot around Eric but has no idea what it is, so they think they got hell fire on their face (They glow too)
- Eric and Muriel are the opposite of Azirphale and Crowley when it comes to sleeping. Once Muriel learned what it was and how to do it, you couldn’t stop them from taking a nap anywhere, Eric on the other hand has taken to watching over them (Aziraphale gets jumpscared walking into a room and seeing multiple Erics watching over Muriel) (Like (Demon) father like (Angel) child)
- Angel plays the piano for Muriel and teaches them how to, and they pick up the skill immediately (He also teaches them how to read sheet music)
- Aziraphale is not allowed to call Crowley “Anthony” outside of a private area or things may happen
- Chat gave me the idea that the Z. In Azi’s middle name is Zebidiah and I will hold onto that, Crowley calls him that on occasion to be funny because he couldn’t have chosen a worse middle name (Not that “Janthony” can talk)
- Crowley has taken on eating a little more but it’s rare that he’ll finish what he has
- Crowley takes great passion in watching Muriel tell people to piss off when they walk in the bookshop, even when Muriel learned it was considered rude
- Omg!! Crowley and Azi introducing Muriel to Warlock, siblings!!
- Crowley listens to audio books (I.E. makes Aziraphale read to him)
- Eric shared a piece of candy with Muriel, not knowing they’ve never had food before and now they have a huge sweet tooth
- When Eric threatened to Eat Muriel, they laughed in his face and that’s how his crush started
- Muriel’s started after Eric kissed their hand to rial them up when they first met (Angel and demon beef)
- Omg Muriel learning how to dance from the first ever Angel to do so (So now the number is a straight forward two)
- Muriel miracled facial hair on their face because they've seen Crowley with it before and wanted to try it (they have long sideburns now, much to Crowley’s dismay because it reminds him of Brother Francis)
- Eric and Muriel once held hands for “safety reasons” and now do it often
-Crowley still gets called to watch over Warlock and he always bregrudingly obliges
- Since I assume Muriel has a more Cockney accent, maybe they learn some of the slang words that come with that (Aziraphale gives them a book on it and deals with the repercussions)
- Crowley and Aziraphale has separate bedrooms (not that they don’t love each more than heaven and earth put together) but having their own space to decorate and do their thing helps tremendously (even if they end up in the other’s room most of the time)
- Crowley took Aziraphale’s last name and it’s very funny when they go out together and when someone says “Mr. Fell” they both turn
#I really made this about Muriel and azi didn’t I my bad 😭#I just love them both not that I don’t love Crowley and Eric a lot too#good omens#ineffable husbands#ineffable interns#eric the disposable demon#muriel#muriel good omens#good omens season 2#aziraphale#Crowley#good omens seasons 2 spoilers
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ahh ok i got tagged by @consolationblog (like a month ago oops) and @peachsayshi RIP y'all forcing me to look at the ever growing WIP pile......
rules: post the names of all the files in ur wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send u an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips!
jjk
death painting womb || choso dating sim! featuring a band au and choso's band mates toji and sukuna
assassin toji x widow reader || you've just killed your husband. except a sexy assassin just walked in to tell you he's supposed to do the same...
roommate toji || sleazy craigslist roommate who gradually manipulates you into getting more physical with him...
vampire toji || not really a WIP bc @pearlsxandxpeonies and i started a vampire jjk rp with it but i wouldn't mind posting some of it
neighbor!toji || inspired by that day i was raking the yard and i was like "wow this would be great if i was actually getting fucked silly by toji instead"
emo!Nanami || best friends to lovers. i wanted to make this multi chapter but i had too many ongoing series (and still do lol)
nanami cucking gojo || i was gonna do a whole series bc gojo is such a cuck to me...
seven minutes in heaven || just an excuse for Sukuna to get, uh, handsy... (if you know what i mean)
CEO!Sukuna || drabble for a sukuna sugar daddy au...
stepbrother choso || this is OLD and not usually my thing but damn if choso was my stepbrother...
hatefucking || okay i admit it. i wrote hatefucking with gojo. i wanna punch his face with his cock inside me ok. i wanna make him bleed and cum at the same time. don't look at me
rejected excerpt || OKAY I ADMIT IT the hatefucking got a little too soft so i put the gooey romance shit in a separate doc. in this house we punch gojo mid-coitus. don't look at me
getting his head ripped off? || literally 28 words i will never finish this. but yeah gojo again
salvation || ongoing series but i'll answer stuff about the upcoming parts!
parent trap || ongoing series but i'll answer stuff about the upcoming parts!
genshin/hsr
embarassing how many of these i have when i have literally posted like two genshin fics lmao
divorced detective wrio || just a gratuitous amount of a messy divorced man sigh. meant to be multi chapter
mara struck || uhh yeah fueled by the idea that what if blade goes into heat from being mara struck...
werewolf, werewolf take 2 || multiple attempts at werewolf!wriothesley smut for monsterfucktober
god || scara x reader based on that scene with haypasia in that greenhouse. i was self-inserting so hard, don't lie you did it too
itto || bbg rescues you from some guys and has to bring you home with him. you know. for healing purposes...
alhaitham || classic sex pollen going feral on each other lol
dumb bitch juice || alhaitham begrudgingly agreed to tutor you, his friend's little sister, but he actually just spends the whole time objectifying you (until...)
dottore bondage || dottore kidnaps you and reprograms your memories with the akasha
yakuza au || i just felt an urge to make an au that feels like the yakuza games. i don't think i had a pairing in mind i was just having fun lol
captured || you're a stellaron hunter and jing yuan captures you. such a shame for such a pretty girl to be stuck in jail on new year's
others
bnha / stockholm syndrome || overhaul kidnaps you and learns you have a unique quirk; complete adoration and obedience to whoever drinks your breast milk (please don't look at me WHY is this so embarrassing to summarize lmao)
csm / kishibe || incubus!Kishibe for monsterfucktober! somno and infidelity you know the drill
no pressure but ppl i'd like to peer into their cursed wip folder (if u didn't do it yet lol) @solomons-poison @pearlsxandxpeonies (i know u have one now hehe) @suget @vampyrsm
#ash i am so sorry lol. december is my time to get lost in the sauce. and boy did i get lost#my friend onced called me 'chaotic good' for doing a tag game in a different format like a year after he tagged me#so like. this is actually not bad. for me#uhh all the writers i know left my head so. tagging the tag readers. >:)#had an urge to do a read more but this took forever and you all need to read my silly descriptions :)
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Can we get a small look into an au where reader actually makes a deal with Baron and how and if their life would be any different than the normal universe. Would Baron be more possessive, would he be able to read reader's mind or control them etc. ?
Tw: brieft mention of drugging
Things would definitely be.. different.
I don't think Baron would change much personally wise on the surface, but there is a literal bond between you that makes his presence a permanent factor in your life and brings out the devil in him more. Might up the possessiveness a bit for reasons I'll explain now.
By giving him your blood and your first order, the contract is sealed. You will be required to consume a dot of his blood to solidify the connection, but this may have negative results as well due to his father being the blood devil.
There are different levels of this class, but due to who his parents are, Baron is pretty higher up in ranking. I say this to bring up the next point that those at his level can actually deny orders given by their owner unless it's brought on by strong emotion, and even command you to a certain degree. He would feel terrible about doing so, but he'll do what he must to make you his.
As the name contract demon goes, he can change the rules of your agreement however he pleases. For example, instead of your soul, all he wants is to put a ring on your finger. You'll still be damned to hell after death, but you can roll on in with your loving spouse at your side.
While they can't outright give wealth unless they steal it, Contract demons are able to boost their owner's luck and fortune in various fields to where its like money falls from the sky. This might bring some eyes your way which will probably make Baron jealous. Their whole goal is to give a human whatever they desire so its best that they know when you're happy or sad - or when you're lying. It's not quite mind-reading, but he would be able to detect lies and half truths to the point you'd almost think he could actually read your mind.
Due to your connection through the contract, whatever damage is inflected on you is inflected on him and vice versa. He would never hurt you, but this doesn't just with pain. Say for example, if Baron took some sleeping medication, he may feel like a tad drowsy, but suddenly you're out cold. How odd- Oh well, nap time! Guess that little date with your colleague will have to be rescheduled, to never. This bond also further proves his point that you are his mate as he mentions its one of the strongest bonds with a mortal he's ever had. He bets you can feel it, can't you? How hard his hearts beat against his chest when he's around you. The rage he feels when others look at you like that. It's better to stay home with him, right? Where he can protect you. Always.
How I see it, you'll be living the life of your dreams with everything you desire just a word away, but they'll be no one to share it with - besides your dear demon husband
#Baron my oc#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere imagines#yandere insert#male yandere#yandere blurb#yandere headcanons#yandere x you#yandere scenarios#yandere demon x reader#yandere teratophilia#yandere x darling#yandere x y/n
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So I’ve Decided To Start A Blog About Music And Parties
the idea came to me on a break at work after leaving my phone at home, my mind never clearer… i should be blogging about music. pitchfork is dead, first of all, and third of all it’s something i cannot live without, so why not?
I’m not sure of the “” format “” this will take but right now i’ll just write things as they come?? and part of my love for music is of course parties. they’re still so life giving to me and i still think nothing is better than dancing with gay ppl some of whom are my friends and hearing them dj. some of them are even good! it’s just spaces of eternal and endless flowing love. anyways.
arianka is back!! when i first heard yes, and?, i thought “alright miss grande this is cute!” and it’s grown on me ever since. I’ve been anticipating this album, seeing what direction she would go. i’ve been listening to sweetener every day for the last few weeks mostly because the eating 4 free series on ariana recontextualized her… everything, i guess?? i’d always seen her as just like a Nickelodeon product industry plant which as a certified quirky-not-like-other-girl syndrome haver did not interest me. i was still listening ofc but i wasn’t invested like i was in say lady gaga (and oh how the tables have turned on stefani the pharmacy tech but i digress!) anyways the five part e4f series on her, how she got started with looping covers of imogen heap on youtube, her serious involvement in the production of all her albums, really digging into the pain and scrutiny she’s been through from her time with The TV Producer Who Shall Not Be Named to the donut incident (which i always thought was a slay) to the literal Manchester bombing, her relationships especially with mac miller… not gonna call myself an arianator or w/e but i am a fan now, especially after relistening.
before i get into the album i just want to say this: the music video for we can’t be friends was adorable! it’s very sad that we don’t get music videos anymore because they’re not profitable or useful for marketing. still haven’t seen the yes and video but i’ll get to it. my main point is that give evan peters a stingy little mustache, grow his hair out a little longer, and he could pass for spongebob slater! so many people on twitter are mocking him for his looks/ariana for being with him but gassing up evan. look, ethan is… not a guy i would approach in a bar let’s say, but i’d let him buy me a drink, you know? and if we’re to believe ariana on supernatural and ordinary things, they have something special! tweets will go viral about “every hot girl needs a medium ugly bf” but she’s not allowed to do it? anyways.
if you detect a pivot in tone here, it’s because i’m no longer blogging with a sour cream donut and 3/4 of a dunkin latte with oatmilk and nothing else fueling my body, sun glowing through the clouds and full of optimism.. there’s a harried blogging now while i try and finish this before i hop in the shower to get ready for a hookup tonight. also, i’ve been thinking and listening to eternal sunshine again, reading and digesting lyrics and of course many many stan tweets about it.
first, i’d like to amend something i stated earlier that i refuse to edit: evan peters represents dalton her ex(?) husband, not ethan. (side note: i wonder if she’s thought back to the line in thank u, next where she says she hopes she’ll only get married once. either way the song is still a smash!) i of course forgive my confusion because, for reasons unknown even to myself, i assumed the majority of this album was about the forbidden romance that soon overflowed into her public relationship with spongebob, but it’s not! this is very much a breakup album and nobody is bored in it.
i’m really fascinated by this because ariana took such a turn in disappearing from the public eye after getting together with dalton (which was certainly aided by the pandemic). as a non-stan, i couldn’t tell you what little she HAS been putting out, but if the inimitable joan summers couldn’t find pictures of her for a two year period, it’s safe to say she was lying low. and yes there have been jokes and supposition about “ariana wasn’t allowed to talk about the divorce as per their agreement but she sang about it~~” BUT! if we take that into consideration (and also rely on the journalistic analysis of e4f), most of the negative press and comments came from dalton and his camp. divorce agreements and technicalities of speech aside, i think she chose a much kinder way to speak about their relationship. even she says she wishes she hated him (knowing very little about their relationship, I’m happy to hate him off of the line about him turning the tv up on her crying) but she doesn’t! even with songs like the boy is mine, supernatural, and ordinary things, she really details a story of a relationship disintegrating with both her and dalton finding other people. it’s certainly not the cheating homewrecker story everybody was running with months ago. even if the arianators turn on dalton, he’s still spared any real damage to his reputation because she doesn’t paint him as a monster, scoundrel, narcissist, etc. not to get too “a man can laugh but a woman can only chortle” about it, but i hope people who wrote ariana off listen and reconsider that despite the tabloids and the lyrics, none of us know what went down in that marriage.
okay but what about the music? this will maybe be the shortest part of this blog (oops!), but I’m really fascinated with the narrative around and in the album. the music, I’ll probably need to listen for another week before i have anything worthwhile to say (i need to go full geek on it). keeping it brief, it felt very airy. sonically it sounds like the imaginary room the cover was shot in: spacious and full of sunbeams. something about some of the songs (wait for your love and yes, and?) felt very 80s to me, but i’d need a psychoanalyst to explain that to me. you still hear an rnb influence throughout, but why wouldn’t you? obviously the boy is mine, but true story as well with the bass straight out of “pony” by ginuwine and a drum pattern (pattern, not sample, don’t get it twisted) similarly to “don’t hurt yourself” by beyoncé. my personal favorite of the album was imperfect for you, but i’m a sucker for a pedal tone that creates dissonance, what can i say?
if you’ve actually read this far thank you? im amazed that you read a 20 mile long blog that frankly, is not even well written yet. xoxo 🐇
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rain code halara dlc
halara is once again sitting in the chief's chair instead of their own golden cow throne
okay, dude was found drowned, kneeling on the ground with his face inside a tropical fish tank, with the rest of the fish tanks in the room destroyed and a lot of dead fish and water on the ground. peacekeepers say he was electrocuted, paralyzed, then fell into the fish tank and drowned.
i was like "yakou's gonna give halara the entire inheritance" no, he's gonna let them keep a cat in the office! that's even cuter!
what a fun room
the fiance is the murderer. i know this for a fact. they do maximum two unique models for a dlc and both the wife and husband are unique.
hmmm... i think the murderer sealed the room with tape on the door, then flooded it with water, before opening the veranda lock on the inside and letting it all flow out. or perhaps the victim himself flooded the room with water to play with his fish, but when the water level rose to touch an electric gadget, that shocked him and he drowned? or maybe someone left an electric wire hanging in the room, flooded it with water to kill him, then drained the water and dunked the guy in the fish tank to set the final scene?
OUPPY
OUPPY CAN ALWAYS SMELL A KILLER
yup, there's a fish outside. they drained the flooded room, and all its fish, using the veranda door.
i wasn't sure what "kneeling" meant, but that's what! yeah, so im not sure how the room was initially flooded in the first place, but i think my theory that someone flooded the room, drowned him, and then drained the water through the veranda door is correct. it's just that after the room was drained, he happened to land like that- facedown in a fish tank.
And there's the source of the blue line under the vent- a rubber hose. So that's how the murderer flooded the room- by sticking a rubber hose through the vent and connecting it to a hose outside. the fiance must have been the one to tie it up into a knot and give it to the dog, since he'd know that the dog loves playing with rubber toys.
Aaaaand that's how they got a huge amount of water in the first place. Attach a rubber hose to a rain gutter you conveniently fixed!
I love how they're slowly expounding on the method for the sole purpose of terrifying the crap out of one guy, who i just realized conveniently has a recolored version of Yuma's hair
"Rainwater killed the victim?!" Makoto, this is your fault somehow.
It just hit me- I thought "Tetra" was one of those weird Rain Code names (the detective in this case is literally named "Nightmare") but a tetra is also a kind of fish! The dad named his daughter after a fish!
yakou-getting-held-at-knifepoint-posing at my enemies
"do you need help, chief?" "i'm pretty bad at this sort of thing, please help-" HALARA ULTIMATE DROPKICK
oh my god they finally got their kitty cat that's so cute
the photorealistic animals look kind of ridiculous but it's part of the charm of raincode at this point, so i hope they keep it for rain code 2: gta san andreas
also sugar is best detective
also can we get more badass trans and nonbinary people going apeshit on their enemies please? i know caligula 2 has it but i need more
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hey so i noticed this guy in the intro sequence and are you telling me Chaz is getting a fucking persona because that's fucking dope, his outfit looks so silly, is that FRINGE i see???? amazing
ANYWAY we're trying to get out of this Palace and protect our new chobit when
CHOBIT GOT A FUCKING PERSONA?
Actually the game..... is unsure???????? lmao It has no idea what the fuck this is and all of the skills have a little ? after them which is VERY funny.
I DO know that a Pithos is a term for the old earthenware pots that the old Greeks used. It is also related to the myth of Pandora and is the actual vessel she carried around, which we tend to mistranslate to "box."
I know this because there is a Linux client for the Pandora radio service called Pithos that I used ages ago.
I am very interested in the possibility of Sophia being associated with Pandora, but also just her name is interesting. P5 Vanilla had a lot of Gnostic shit going on, and in Gnosticism, Sophia was.... gdi was she associated with Abraxas or Yaldaboath? I'm not looking it up, the POINT IS that Sophia is definitely a name from that whole mythos.
oh fuck she was literally found in a box, PANDORA'S box, oh for god's sake. Persona!!!!! lmao.
You're doing great, Sophia.
I MANAGED TO GRAB A CAP OF REVERIE POLE DANCING, YOU ARE WELCOME.
Reverie's life path should either be a social worker or a housespouse who moonlights as a burlesque dancer. Those are the ONLY two options. I lean towards the latter because I want Reverie to be a trophy wife and spend all of Akechi's his husband's money on outrageous outfits.
SOPHIA IS GREAT. The way her VA goes from this not-quite-but-almost monotone cadence to these verbal SFX moments is DELIGHTFUL.
Anyway, she finds a portal out of the Palace and doesn't actually want to leave the Metaverse?
Ryuji, if she dies the moment we leave the Metaverse, I will kill you, dude.
BUT NO ITS EVEN BETTER
SHE IS IN THE PHONE
so canonically Futaba has hacked Reverie's phone and can monitor him that way. then there was the Metanav malware shit. now we got the EMMA adware nightmare. and now Sophia is in there too.
Reverie, what the fuck is wrong with your phone, bro?
oh god she's not even an app she's fucking Bonzai Buddy, i'm dying. this game is great so far. zero notes.
IMPORTANT THING TO NOTE THOUGH
it's not a palace, it's a jail.
That......... is interesting. Those are practically opposite concepts, honestly, palace vs jail. I wonder if instead of the situation in P5 where the cognitive world bent around the distorted desires of the ruler based on their real life issues, a jail might be an inversion. What if you have the call of the void intrusive thought kinda shit which is fairly harmless and then something happens that traps you in a cage of those desires? Morgana mentions that he's getting faint hints of Treasure in there but not actually detecting A Legit Treasure, so what if something else is going on here?
ANYWAY that's pure conjecture and the game might just being calling palaces by a new name.
i have missed you yusuke kitagawa, welcome back.
ALSO I GOTTA SAY. Ryuji's VA is doing so much fucking work, it's so nice. Like, all my issues with the clunky writing of P5 Vanilla are gone, this feels much closer to the naturalistic style of P4G (though it hasn't quite hit that apex yet, tbh, but we're early on).
I like that Morgana already feels a kinship with Sophia based on their similar experiences not knowing what they are and where they came from.
If Sophia winds up being, like, Igor's version of Duolingo, I will laugh.
Back to the point: We gotta figure out what the fuck is up with Alice, so vacation plans are on hold.
someone please feed Yusuke, i don't know if he's eaten since Reverie left Tokyo.
morgana i don't know if you realize but you are basically going to be sophia's mentor. you must advise her how to be a good companion and friend, which includes having the best jokes, being a great teacher, how to fit in a carryone, and purring. i believe in you, morgana.
I THINK I LIKE PERSONA 5 STRIKERS, FOLKS
i want to fluff her too, she looks so COZY in that thing. I understand where Ann is coming from. Just give her a hug and rubrubrub those arms. uwu
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Necromancer Finney AU: Do the revived Ghost Boys ever go home? Y’know to see their parents and/or siblings
Yes! They eventually after they get debriefed on what’s going to happen and how to get re-adjusted to normal life after being a literal corpse hours before.
How I imagine their parents finding out they’re alive is something to say the least. So this is my excuse to talk about it!
With Griffin: His parents were already negligent towards him, and combining this with his peers never really knowing who he is and being invisible I headcannon the only reason Griffin was ever reported missing is when his teachers took notice when he didn’t arrive to school those following mornings. In this au, after finding out their child was kidnapped and presumed dead they hitched it out of Denver, changing their names, numbers, just so they can’t be traced to their old lives. And when police found this out, flabbergasted, and didn’t know what to do honestly but Finney was insistent on Terrance fostering/ adopting Griffin because he really feels for him and he wants to make sure Griff doesn’t go into the system. The two detectives aren’t going to argue with a psychic and a necromancer, so they get that paperwork finished and boom! Griffin Blake is born. (Mm I might make a second post taking about Griffin’s dynamic with the Blake’s)
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Vance: Vance’s parents are, and this is nothing against Vance, we love Vance; monstrously stupid sewer people. Vance’s homelife is toxic and borderline abusive with a shitty fucking dad and a negligent mother who didn’t give a damn about him. Like Beatrice Horseman from “Bojack Horseman” and Neil Hargrove from “Stranger Things”. His parents never cared before his death and they damn well never cared after it either, Vance doesn’t stay at his house often instead opting to either stay at one of the ghost boys houses mainly going to either Bruce or Finn. I just definitely see Vance’s homelife to be the saying, “A house wasn’t a home, and a home wasn’t a house”. All the ghost boys hate Vance’s parents…
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Bruce: Very loving and supportive parents who know that something isn’t quite right with their son, they know he’s different now and they don’t exactly know what to do about it except to just act like everything is normal. Bruce’s sister, Amy, was so fricking happy her brother was back like she didn’t care if he wasn’t like she remembered all that mattered was that he was there, alive and breathing. Like they sobbed their eyes out finding Bruce alive and they hugged him so tight he had to let go to breathe. 10/10 family, they love their son.
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Robin: Also like Bruce, his mother and uncle were very supportive and loving towards him when he came home. His mother also noticed something was off about him so she made sure to let him know that she will always be there for him, and that she loves him so much it physically hurts to even think about him leaving again. She’s very protective over Robin, always making sure he’s not alone when he goes out and tries to keep tabs on him, she’s already lost her husband and her son once, she will be damned if she loses him again. His uncle tries to make sure everything is normal and semi-familiar to Robin, by taking him to the movies, driving down dirtroads and doing stupid pranks or saying stupid dad jokes to make him laugh.
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Billy Paperboy: His family before was very nuclear, and relatively normal. I’d like to think after he was presumed dead his parents got a divorce and after he came back they stayed friends and co-parent to keep something familiar for P.B.. He gives off only child vibes like Vance a little but if I had to give him siblings I think they would be very curious and worried about him since after returning home he’s been a little more snarky and snappy. It’s not what it once was but his family definitely tries their best for him, because they truly love their son. And his dog was like extra excited to see him return home, just he fucking loves his dog, Scooby because I think he and Griff are “Scooby Doo” fans!
But yeah! That’s my silly little ideas for how the parents would react after being reunited with their children! :D
#pippi speaks#necromancer finney au#the black phone fandom#the black phone#the black phone au#tbp finney#tbp bruce#tbp robin#tbp griffin#tbp vance#tbp billy#billy showalter#vance hopper#bruce yamada#griffin stagg#griffin blake#robin arellano#finney blake#I don’t really have a lot to say in my tags but I hope you caught the American dad reference lol#but thank you for asking this because this was a very interesting question because before this I never really thought about their parents#so yeah thanks for sending this question! ^^#also I don’t think Vance would have siblings or be good with children. like I don’t really see him being that way towards them.#if anything I think he would just tolerate them. the exceptions being Gwen and on good days Griffin.#this is actually why I don’t really headcannon and brother! Vance headcannons firv#*for anyone wondering* istg I hate these tiny keys >:(
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From Ghoulies And Ghosties part 1
Started a story. Let's see if I can get it done by Halloween.
John Constantine gets hired by Thomas and Martha Wayne to find the problem bothering their son. Difficulties will ensue.
Swearing in this chapter.
I came back from a walk to grab chips and curry and walked back into my own office.
And the beginning of an old detective movie.
Honestly, with some of my enemies, being trapped in a movie is not out of the question. So I will clarify.
I walked into my office, not a literal movie.
I just felt like I should be hearing a bloody sax playing in the background in black and white when I walked back into my office and saw who was standing there.
The woman stood, a long dark coat covering her dress, playing with a string of pearls at her throat, with her husband's arm around her shoulder.
"Well, hello." I crossed to the chair behind my desk, pulling the extra salt packets out of my pockets as I munched on a chip. "Why don't you have a seat?"
I didn't ask their names, but I didn't need to.
I had seen their pictures before.
The woman actually blushed a little as she sat down in the chair across from me.
"Mr. Constantine, I've heard our son talk about your skills."
I raised my eyebrow at that, but she continued talking.
"It wasn't to me, of course. But he speaks well of your preparedness, your detective work, and your magical talents."
I did wonder just what she had overheard and who it had been to. Because it had been nowhere I had ever heard him.
"Our son's in trouble. And I'm worried that, this time, it might break him. We want to hire you to help him find the problem and solve it." The man spoke.
They were sincere, bless them.
Just one problem.
"You know, as one of your son's friends, I hate to tell you but your son is a grown ass adult who does not like asking for help? In fact, he's known to be a bit paranoid about it at work."
I slid my hands towards the salt packets.
The man placed two pictures and a banded stack of hundred dollar bills on the table. "I am aware of the difficulties of protecting one of your fellow Justice League members. But I want my son to be safe. Just don't tell him. We don't want to upset him."
Damn it.
If he had pulled the rich asshole, "I paid you so do your job" card, I'd have turned him down. But, the fact that he still cared, that he wanted to hire me rather than take shortcuts, the fact that they still listened and watched out for him.
I looked at his wife, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.
And, bloody hell, it really was a stereotypical noir film opening.
I fell for the pretty lady.
I took the case.
After they left, I stared at the picture on the table. The one was your typical celebrity media photo that gets plastered on every paper, magazine, and tabloid. The other was a picture of one of the Justice League on a mission.
"Fuck." I said as I thought how I was going to manage to do my job in fucking Gotham City.
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