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raayllum · 10 months

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since Finnegrin sorta took Aaravos’s place in the rayllum development this season, was wondering if you had any parallels between the two figures specifically? :D

Oh yeah, for sure!!

There's the way they both have this almost gentlemanly, still too sinister to be entirely pleasant but like... calmer outer demeanour? But something cruel and volatile lurking right underneath when they get pissed that will be brutally unleashed if you dare disobey in a way that offends or presents an obstacle to them.

There's their associations with keys and threes (three quasar diamonds, three main mage pawns, three glowtoads, three keys to Finnegrin's door) in addition to being a clearly more rare kind of elf compared to the rest. There's the way they don't actually tend to fight their own battles, per se, but instead use vessels/pawns - for Aaravos, it's his collection of mages, and for Finnegrin, it's Elmer. Ownership and control go hand in hand with both of them. As Finnegrin says, "The chains are just for show," which feels very indicative of Aaravos' whole "I could just possess any of the dark mages in my collection, but I choose to bolster and manipulate them instead" and their reliance on fear.

But the big one, and the reason why I say I can swap them, is that the core prediction I had regarding Callum-Aaravos-Rayla just came true with Finnegrin swapped in for Aaravos - because Finnegrin is pushing forward and developing similar kinds of dilemmas I imagined along the exact same thematic axis those predictions were built off of: control vs freedom tethered together by love.

To me, Callum having a Key of someone who's imprisoned (and its majority negative associations in arc 1, i.e. being the symbol of temptation and dark magic in Callum's fever dreams) as well as Callum's own associations with freedom (wings like Icarus, the sky arcanum, emphasis in lines of dialogue, etc) seemed like an obvious through line of Callum playing into Aaravos' future machinations and setting the Startouch elf free, for some reason (or at least, foreshadowing being unable to stop him). People doing terrible things for love was a smaller undercurrent in arc 1 (largely with Claudia for her family, and Harrow out of grief with Sarai) and Rayla was the reason Callum had the cube in the first place, at risk to herself, so all those things compounded into Callum, under coercion, doing something he deemed terrible but necessary in order to save Rayla being held hostage/captive, no matter the risk.

S4 just added to this in major ways (and S6 could bring it, wildly enough, wholly to fruition - although I could see the 'captive' part be replaced easily with a fatal wound), largely due to the scene between Callum and Rayla in 4x07:

C: I'm not afraid [Aaravos will] hurt me. I'm afraid that he'll use me, to do awful things, or hurt people I care about.

However, it was always very clear to me that if it came to doing an awful thing or saving his loved ones, Callum would 100% always choose doing the awful thing to save his loved ones. And everything Callum was scared of here due to the lack of freedom and autonomy are things that literally happened in 5x08 thanks to Finnegrin.

Callum frames his relationship with Aaravos as one that's an inherent loss of freedom/control: "When Aaravos possessed me, back at the Storm Spire, I felt so weak and out of control." This is also the level of identity, of someone being able to use his body and strip away his voice - "I was his puppet".

Finnegrin's conversations with Callum centre around a similar theme, but he makes the initial mistake in trying to motivate Callum with his own freedom: "Just one dark magic spell, and you go free." He ignores Callum's obvious signs of 'weakness' ( "Tell me where my friends are") by assuming Callum is interested mostly because he wants to be free: "They won't be springing to your rescue" even when that's hardly what he cares about.

He identifies that Callum is deeply attached to his personal loyalties, but I can see Finnegrin thinking he's doing Callum some sort of twisted favour, in giving him the opportunity to sell out for his own freedom and leave his friends out to dry. (Love is weakness, after all. Shouldn't you want to prune yourself from weakness?)

The fact that Finnegrin is targeting Callum specifically because 1) Callum is a mage, 2) in relation to dark magic (when that was Aaravos' in, too) and 3) out of revenge (against an archdragon who's spared restricted him, and Aaravos wants revenge for his imprisonment & against the Startouch elves for also sparing but banishing/felling him) just furthers these thematic connotations between Finnegrin and Aaravos.

+ Bonus framing used to make it look like Callum is the one also in a cage, and a framing technique TDP has used before with always framing it so Claudia and Soren are the ones behind bars upon visiting their father in 3x03:

Then, much like Aaravos, Finnegrin baits a defiant Callum into a test ("those who fail tests of love are simple animals") that he's doomed to lose. Finnegrin's control is immediately set up to be exerted over everyone, yes, but Rayla in particular:

Because Finnegrin doesn't actually care about any of the other kids besides Callum. All he wants to do is break Callum's morale so that the boy will give up the information he needs, whether that's by trying to force Callum to pick someone to lose a hand (which the others remove as a coercive tactic) or by trying to get him to do dark magic again because as he says "You'll do anything for them."

But this, of course, is a false pretense. A lie. If Callum had done it here (and the show seems to imply he would have, or was seriously considering it), all Finnegrin would've had to do was use his blood spell to incapacitate everyone else. This is also an interesting point of note in some ways too, because technically... the episode could've just ended here.

Think of it this way: the overall structure of the episode is to get Callum's back against the wall so he uses dark magic, and accepts that he would use it, so he can gain a deeper understanding of himself and access the Ocean arcanum, leading to him throwing off Finnegrin's ice spell. Right? That's the Plot structure stuff that had to happen. If that was all that they wanted, you could do it in these scenes. The main cast would know Callum had done dark magic, which is the major difference, but surely wouldn't hold it against him. Callum could've done dark magic to get their chains off, could've had an impromptu Ocean arcanum realization, and things could've played out exactly as they do in the final scenes of the episode.

The episode could end here, but it doesn't, because well...

The writers chose to make him give up the information and do dark magic, specifically, to save Rayla. That's what they wanted. That's the relationship they chose to emphasize. Not the group dynamic, or one of the others (Soren or Ezran, mostly, as contenders), but for Rayla. Just like what I always expected Aaravos to prey upon too, even before and definitely after Callum and Rayla's talk in 4x07.

But Finnegrin still miscalculates, still not quite understanding that this isn't enough to keep Callum under control. If anything it spurs him further into continually more violent, escalating action: punching Finnegrin, giving up the spell (control), and when both of those prove futile, using dark magic to free himself (freedom) so he can save Rayla (love). And all of these lead him to the ocean arcanum: "To love is simply to know this: the tides are true as the ocean is deep [...] the Ocean arcanum is accepting there are depths you can't see."

Callum already didn't like doing dark magic, but as he says, "I had to, to save my friend(s)" and now he knows what that cost him: the threat of hurting his loved ones because doing dark magic has let Aaravos possess him. And here, as indicated by the intro change being the Callum pawn one, Callum has played into Aaravos' hands - at least marginally. He's accepted this darker side of himself, his willingness to do anything for the people he loves (including keeping secrets and trying to be "strong alone") - the part of him that Aaravos has arguably known all along. Remember those Tests of Love? Yeah Callum just passed one.

By and large, Finnegrin is a smaller, less smart stand in for Aaravos in 5x08. Revenge driven, focused on control and coercion, unnecessarily cruel, and willing to do anything to get what he wants - forcing Callum into the corner and subsequent choices for the person he Loves, as I predicted. (And there will probably be future parallels between Callum and Elmer regarding being pawns and breaking free and identity, but again: post for another day.) The fact that Callum's had this identity arc running throughout S4 and S5 ("Oh, I know [high mage] is my formal title, but you can just call me by my regular name" -> "I don't know how to feel about Rayla either" -> "I'm afraid, Rayla. What if I'm a path of darkness? -> "I have to go after him" "I know" -> "A lot has changed, but not everything's changed. I would do anything for you" -> "I'm not a dark mage" -> ?) and Finnegrin says that seeing Rayla in danger makes him Lose Himself (and Rayla's been setup to also Find Him & break him free of the brainwashing)? Love is a weakness, too, Callum's weakness (and strength). Finnegrin knew it, and I expect Aaravos knows it too, and that we'll see both of sides of the strength-weakness dichotomy come to fruition. TDP loves reconciling its dualities after all.

So yeah, we're in for a deep, wild, emotional ride.

TLDR; Finnegrin takes all of Aaravos' most direct thematic interplay (freedom, control, tests of love) with Callum from S4 and shores it up (pun intended) for the boy in S5, naturally pushing Callum further onto the "path of darkness" that Callum fears and Aaravos is relying on. After all:

Let's see just how far that anything goes, shall we?

#tdp callum #tdp aaravos #tdp finnegrin #tdp #5x08 #analysis series #the dragon prince #thanks for asking #anonymous #predictions achieved #theme: freedom #captain hostage exchange canon #tdp meta #analysis #parallels #s5 #arc 2 #this got longer than expected and idk why i Keep Being Surprised by it

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the-bewitched-digital-kingdom · 2 months

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So. Uh. Haven't checked in on this in a LONG time. Can I get a really basic summary of the lore? And I mean basic, for your sake lol. (unless you want to explain things more lol, I'll listen to huge rants too)

OH MY GOD YES FINALLY

OKOKOK

THIS WILL NOT BE SHORT AT ALL

Ok. Let's start with everyone's past and current roles/jobs. Not SUPER important to the story, but important enough. Btw a lot of these titles say 'lead' or 'head' but a good deal of these people are the only ones in their roles so yeah, these'll be like. Their titles

Slynn: King

Icia: Head Guardess

Samuel: Royal Dragonmaster

Dunite: (formerly) Head Baker/ Royal Astronomer (you could also say she was the kingdom mage)

Odette/Odysseus: Grand Maestro

Aklatan: Royal Librarian

Mocha & Latte: Head Chefs

Vaga & Nova: Danseur Nobles

Achilles: Kingdom Hero

EVERYONE ELSE BEYOND THIS POINT ARRIVED AFTER HEXE

Mirobelle: Head Maid

Alexander: Royal Tailor

Ramona: Kingdom Mechanic

Switch: Spymaster

Yume: Minstrel

Ok, Got those out of the way.

Now to the actual lore.

Currently there are 2 "eras" to the Kingdom, or the two "reigns". There's Ramiro's reign, and Hexe's reign.

Ramiro's reign was the 'golden age' of the kingdom. He was a kings advisor, and despite often being confused (and kinda going crazy) he was very loving and caring towards everyone in the kingdom. He taught everyone how to play their parts to make the entire kingdom prosper and watched over as everyone literally ran a kingdom together. Sure Slynn was the king, but really the kingdom wouldn't survive without anyone. Slynn surveyed over everyone, Icia led a whole army to fight off typical kingdom enemies (a challenge Ramiro deemed necessary) and much more.

That was unfortunately the shortest reign.

There isn't a said explanation as to where Ramiro went, but one day everyone woke up to a witch being in his place. Hexe was and is everything that Ramiro is not; sadistic, cruel, manipulative, selfish, and never questioned ANYTHING. She basically wanted everything to run for her, rather than the sake of the kingdom.

Obviously, pretty much everyone was against this. Except Slyn. It's not stated why or how, but he fell for Hexe HARD and let himself become a puppet that she could use to her own means. Especially because now, every single NPC was entirely under their control. Which was a lot.

While most people rebelled, some unwillingly sided with Slynn and Hexe in order to avoid conflict. The leaders of the rebellion were Icia and Achilles, who teamed up to try and kill Hexe. After a long, heavy battle however Hexe won due to abusing her own powers as, essentially, a god.

At this point, Hexe decided to curse every resident in the kingdom. Their curses varied based on how much they rebelled, so while Slyn only lost some control of his snakes, Achilles was given severe ridicule and shame while Icia was given endless anxiety and had her ice control reduced to only her emotions.

The next years of Hexe's control had a heavy, heavy impact on everyone. They were constantly walking on eggshells, having each and every thing they did or word they said heard by Hexe. She would punish those who defied her rules or who she felt needed it, and went so far as to use mind control so they would listen to her and she could force them to do things they'd never otherwise do. She enjoyed having control over everyone, going so far as to forbid and force relationships that she disapproved of or desited to see. Slynn obeyed every word of hers and the two actually (somehow) got married which officially gave Hexe the title of "Queen". It was also during this period that an extremely significant event happened between Icia and Achilles which prompted Icia to want to escape, and made Hexe give Achilles another curse: Immortality.

Icia leaving the kingdom was the most defiance someone had ever shown Hexe, so her mere mention was forbidden throughout the kingdom.

After Icia left, Hexe got bored of mind control, but would still use the curses she inflicted on everyone to make life much harder than it had to be. Slynn assisted her with this in every way he could, blinded by infatuation though she only saw him as a tool and plaything.

That's the basis of the lore for before I started the kingdom blog.

The biggest events happening after were Dunite's execution (a long planned event after Dunite repeatedly snuck Icia into the kingdom (and eventually Aoki) through spells and magic) and Ramona's execution (a spur of the moment death).

Ramonas execution has been the most significant throughout all of this, because she was the very first one to not give a fuck in any way, shape, or form. No matter how much Hexe tried to torture her, Ramona wouldn't break and would rather taunt her instead. The final straw came when, after learning about Icia (against Hexe's will), Ramona vandalized the throne room and decorated with Icias past belongings. That act, along with further taunts (that were actually a good point) were Hexe's breaking point and she killed Ramona.

Okay... I think that's the basic summary of lore. At least, the important stuff.

#kingdomasks #modstar #gonna pin this #important

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aleksanderscult · 7 months

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Part 2 of the Winter fete Darklina make out scene

I'm not going to say anything. Let's get to business 'cause things are heated here 😮‍💨

(Part 1 here btw)

Guys you don't understand! They would have sex right there if they didn't interrupt them!😭😭

The potential. The tension. Everything went down the drain.🥲

His disappointment can be felt from ten miles away (mood).

But also that interruption really knocked some sense to him and made him regain control.

This paragraph makes me so angry.

The slut shaming that Alina went through the entire trilogy by almost everyone (even the author) is astonishing.

Why on God's name should a woman feel embarrassed for wanting a man? For kissing him and giving in to her desires. While men get a free pass. Double standards, huh?

Of course there's the argument that Alina lives in a country that is supposed to represent Russia in the 19th century, and women were slut shamed then. But still.

Anyway, I've already mentioned before in my argument about how the Darkling is not a groomer, that here in this moment we realize how Alina and Aleksander are indeed almost strangers. They had only talked three times in the Little Palace, and those moments didn't last for long since the Darkling was avoiding her. But still it's impressive how they created such a deep connection and how they fell for each other even though their interactions were little (as if it was meant to be🥰).

DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT I SAID ABOUT HOW THAT INTERRUPTION KNOCKED SOME SENSE TO HIM?

I TAKE IT BACK LMAO

He wants to continue where they left. And again he doesn't like it. He's struggling all over again because he didn't plan to fall in love with the Sun Summoner at all. Only to find her, manipulate her and bring her to his side. This whole plot twist has made him go off the rails.

By the way, Leigh has refused to answer if the Darkling indeed went to her bedroom that night because "it's not in Alina's POV" (shit answer if you ask me but yeah💀)

But I really want to know, DID HE GO TO HER BEDROOM OR NOT??

I wanted to highlight this part because Alina very clearly states how "the excitement of the moment" has faded. And now that logic is back Alina hesitates about her feelings for the Darkling while the Darkling still wants to continue what they did.

Says a lot about his feelings, huh?😏😏

Okay, I enjoyed this meta A LOT. And I discovered many things about the Darkling's emotions while researching the necessary parts. Anon, I hope I covered all your questions 🤗🖤💛

#anon asks #meta #darklina meta #grishaverse #grishaverse trilogy #shadow and bone #the darkling #pro darkling #aleksander morozova #pro aleksander morozova #alina starkov #darklina #pro darklina #alarkling

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copiasblair · 1 year

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oh boy this got realllll rambly but basically i got to thinking about some shitty stuff i went through when i was younger and how it kind of plays into me and copia's first big fight.

so maybe this is traumadumping or whatever but um when i was younger i had a friend group that was terribly emotionally manipulative and abusive to me, like a lot of stuff that i don't even want to talk about in detail because it still just shakes me up and mostly just makes me mad because they never faced any kind of consequence or had any remorse for what they did and instead blamed me (and also if i outlined all of their shitty behavior we would be here all day to be honest), but a big part of what they did was a lot of talking behind my back, as in they had a separate group chat from ours that was just the three of them and they would stay up later during sleepovers just to talk shit about me (i know because one time i just pretended to fall asleep and then when i revealed myself and called them out on it, and they basically tried to gaslight me and said i was paranoid and making up shit just to cause drama)

AND on top of that i come from a family of people who do that a LOT, like my mom in particular will be polite to someone face-to-face and then as soon as they leave talk about how much she hates them and how they do this thing or that that really gets on her nerves.

anyway all this to say that i have a really bad reaction to like, surprises, or people sneaking around around me. it just makes me really paranoid and anxious, especially if it's someone that i care about.

so around the time of copia's ascension he is acting secretive. this is necessary, he has a plan in place, and since failing could mean him getting killed, and very well me getting killed just by association. not to say too much but i think that whether or not nihil passed away naturally that night, nihil was going to die, if you know what i mean (copia was plotting to kill him, or have him assassinated). obviously i know the precedent at this point for What Happens At The Last Date Of The Tour, and also i'm well aware of the fates of the previous papas, and so as this date draws nearer and nearer i'm scared out of my fucking mind. and copia is giving me radio silence, he's barely talking with me, and i start to get seriously paranoid. and especially without him there to anchor me, my anxiety is spiralling hard and i spend most of my time just sleeping or crying, mostly sleeping so i don't have to think about it. i get this fear that i've made this huge mistake, that everything bad my family said about him and our relationship was right.

after his ascension (which the night of that is just a lot of mixed emotions, i have a fic in progress about it actually), things start to calm down a little obviously, i'm obviously super happy that he's not dead and that in fact he's doing better than ever, and for the first couple months things are kind of back to normal. eventually though, i just kind of feel like i never got any meaningful resolution, and it eats away at me. like he apologizes, obviously, but it's in a kind of "well yeah i'm sorry, but you can see why i did that right?" kind of way and not really addressing how it made me feel. and part of me is mad that he even felt like he needed to keep that secret from me in the first place, and especially given that i tend to be especially emotional about that kind of behavior. and a few months after his ascension it reaches a bit of a boiling point and that's our first all-out fight. like obviously we had argued about shit before, but this was like an i need to stay in a hotel for a few days we might break up kind of a fight.

but then, a few days later (days spent crying and going back and forth on calling my family, whom i ran away from to be with copia)i spend more time looking back on it, and especially when i try to think of it from his perspective i get it, but then of course i get too paralyzed with anxiety to actually fucking call him up to talk about it. especially given that this is my first relationship and this is our first fight like this, and that he's probably busy with all the new duties that come with being papa, my tendency to catastrophize leads me to think that the ship has sailed, that our relationship is over and it's all my fault, etc etc.

until he shows up at my door, and we have a very long emotional conversation about trust and really just trying to explain how to situation felt from both our perspectives and he acknowledges that his first apology was kind of shitty and i say it's fine, he was obviously really caught up in everything else going on, and especially once he talks about why he couldn't feel he could tell me what he was planning. i didn't even know about the whole murder plot thing until this point, and he explains that, and also that his not telling me wasn't because he didn't trust me, but because he wanted to protect me. if something went wrong, if things didn't go to plan, imperator (and nihil if he was still alive) would be on the warpath and in that situation it would probably be better that i genuinely Did Not Know what was going to happen. i talk a little about my childhood trauma and how that kind of behavior makes me just feel angry and powerless, and that in the future, if he has to keep secrets from me like that, i would hope that he could at least tell me that it's not something i did, or something about me.

and we make up make out etc etc, and go on with more clearly defined boundaries and maybe a better grip on each other's perspectives :))

#this might be kind of incoherent but eh it's late #what do you have to say doll?#my honey bun 🖤

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Can I just say the grip that MOC has on me??? absolutely insane. Like I may rival Hongjoong type of insane, the way you write each character!!!like no character seems to be less complex or pushed in the background they all have such depth about them, same with the planets and side characters too! I absolutely love story telling like this and ugh I could gush about how much I love this story all day.

I wanted to ask questions about MOC but then I realized that all my questions would lead to more questions-

BUT I was thinking about moc hongjoong and it kinda occurred to me that he treats everyone differently and that wouldn’t be a problem if he was normal but now it makes me just side eye him?? Because I do believe that you can see the common denominator of his personality despite who he talks too(like Minho alluded) but it makes me wonder, if mc never actively went against his authority would he had still felt the need to manipulate her from the beginning? Or would he have just done it out of instinct but in a different way?

ALSO I was kinda confused? because everyone in moc likes to speak in riddles about their motives and feelings😭 But Hongjoong is so adamant that he doesn’t need MC even though Seonghwa insists(at the time at least) that he does. Does Hongjoong actually feel like he needs mc?

And I’ve been wondering Mc and Joongs dynamic, it seemed like be “good” at times. Ex: the times they’ve gone to save San together or when he sorta lets her off the hook for things. But it so easily gets flipped at any moment😭is that just because the hate is so strong on both sides that it’s just thin ice? or like revealed does Joon only let the good moments happen when he’s deciding what will make mc the most docile in the moment?

Also is the way Mc feels about Hongjoong(her wanting to be needed, the hatred so intense that anything is ammo, and this hatred going into obsession and in turn obsession making her want him so bad) similar to the way Hongjoong feels about Mc?(I use the term “feel” loosely but the intense hatred, obsession to break and mold her into what he wants)

Basically I think i’m asking does any part of Hongjoong hate Mc so much that it’s turned into “oooo he wants her so bad”like it has for mc(bc this child gives me second hand embarrassment sometimes but same) or is it just the “oooo the captain has a list major issues and mc is challenging a crazy person, therefore he’s just gonna act however makes mc fall in line) kinda like with his scene with Yunho where he was thinking “this simply won’t do.”

This ask is so long I’m so sorry idk what I’m talking about and I never have! No pressure if you can’t answer these yet because I have a billion questions about so many things in MOC that I won’t ask right now BUT I just wanted to tell you how much I admire your work.🥹🤍

hongjoong type of insane pls 😭 but rly thank you so much!! im so glad the characters read well and feel balanced across the crew bc that's one of the harder things to balance with the story haha <3

hongjoong does indeed treat everyone differently hehe part of that has to do with how he runs the crew, where he lets them decide how they want to be treated, but part of that is also just down to him and his personality too! there is indeed a common denominator like you mentioned as well! now, if mc never actively went against his authority, yeah he would have probably been way more normal towards her! which ofc makes it like damn girl you could have had everything you wanted at the cost of what? a slight bit of obedience? but then it wouldn't have been nearly as exciting or fun skksksk there definitely would still have been some manipulation on his part, mostly because that is something deeply rooted in him and something he constantly feels is necessary for 👁️reasons👁️

hongjoong very much puts up a front of not needing y/n, but he very much needs sirens. he knows that she's one, and he hates that that in turn means he needs her but he is adamant that his need for her is solely bc of what she is, not her as a person

hongjoong's mood towards y/n is highly dependent on her own mood towards him. when she acts more hostile, then he responds in kind. hongjoong reacts in extremes, and he does so to everything y/n does. there are times where mc does behave more obediently, and we'll see hongjoong be more lax in those moments, but he also very much likes to let her off the hook on certain things solely bc he wants to see her fail and be able to sort of have this "see, you failed, you need me to make the decisions for you" manipulation tactic

i think it is safe to say that their mutual hatred-obsession-strong lusting is on both ends to an extent but hongjoong wants mc to want him badly enough to make her look stupid bc he's a total psycho LKFJSLD but still we've seen seonghwa call him out point blank for being stupidly obsessed with her too so ! but it leans more on the side of what we saw him do with yunho <3

thank you so much again i love answering asks like this, i'm so sorry it took me such a long time to respond 🥹🥹🥹

#moc: spoilers #caly answers

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I'm not an Inukag shipper but I personally don't really see InuKik as a relationship that would've worked out long term. Even without inuyasha meeting kagome or Naraku, there were trust issues at hand and kikyo wanted inuyasha to give up being a half demon, something that's very important to his identity. There's also the fact that Inuyasha destroyed the village, which was disproportionate even if Kikyo was manipulated into attacking him. Kikyo hurting him after her revival cements my opinion.

I think it's interesting that you don't ship inukag but still follow me! At least I think you do since you saw my other asks, lol. I hope you have a good time on my blog despite the overwhelming amount of inukag 😂

But yeah I just can't imagine a scenario where inu/kik would work either. Even if you change the way the shikon jewel works and you imagine a scenario where Inuyasha did become human and the jewel was purified, I think Inuyasha would deeply regret his decision and resent Kikyo for making him change himself. At some point Sesshomaru would show up looking for Tessaiga and Inuyasha would lose his eye permanently and learn that he can't use the sword that his dad made just for him because he decided to forsake his yokai blood. Also like you said, there are trust issues in their relationship. Inuyasha learned to trust Kagome because she cried for him and showed him that she genuinely cares about him, his life and his well-being, which Kikyo never did not even post-resurrection after she was back to "normal". That's one of my main issue about their relationship too, I do believe Inuyasha loved Kikyo but I don't believe he felt loved and cherished by her the way he does with Kagome. In general I think Kikyo loved the idea of being a normal woman and being loved by someone more than she loved Inuyasha himself. If she did love him we would have seen her take back the claim she made on his life and instead encourage him to live and be happy with Kagome, which she never did.

And if you remove both the shikon jewel and Naraku, I don't think Kikyo would have paid any attention to him. She outright said that the only reason she hadn't killed him is because she sees herself in him, so if she wasn't the guardian of the shikon jewel she would have nothing in common with him at all. I think it's a common misconception in this fandom that Kikyo's position as a miko is what makes her lonely, but it's not. She explicitly said she will be a normal woman if the jewel is purified. She dislikes having to fight demons who are constantly trying to take the jewel from her, she doesn't seem to dislike normal miko duty like helping people in need. Also being a miko doesn't stop Kaede from accepting yokai into her home, and it doesn't stop Kagome from marrying Inuyasha, so it's definitely not what stopped Kikyo from being with him.

You bring up an interesting point about Inuyasha attacking the village, it's funny how no one in the series ever brings that up, lol. You would think Kaede would be mad at him since it seems like she lost her eye in that event (in the manga at least, I know anime filler said something different). Or the older villagers who were there would remember. Anyway, even if you imagine Kikyo being resurrected properly and Inuyasha picking her over Kagome, I STILL think Inuyasha would regret his decision and would not be able to forget Kagome. But that's obviously completely up to interpretation and personal opinion. I don't think Inuyasha is as devoted to Kikyo as people make him out to be, I think he did what was necessary for someone he loved who was murdered and brought back to life, but if he truly loved her as much as the fandom says he does, he wouldn't be spending 99% of his time with Kagome while Kikyo is alone, sad and at risk of getting killed by her murderer again. And she did get killed by Naraku again... twice... after Inuyasha told her he wouldn't let that happen.

#ask #Anon #inukik-critical #also forgot to address the 'without meeting kagome' part #but my answer is already long enough lol #if somehow kikyo was resurrected and she unsealed inuyasha #i think it goes back to me feeling like kikyo doesn't really love HIM

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thoughts on The Last Of Us episode eight (uh-oh), largely in the order I had them:

[thoughts on: 1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | 1.6 | 1.7 | X | 1.9]

[for folks not familiar with the episode: content warning for vague references to grooming, CSA and rape]

— I've heard vague things about this ep - nothing specific, just Oh Boy There May Be A Lot Here - so I'm starting off wearing socks this time in case of spooky moments and with a hot chocolate to ward off angst. let's do this.

— I'm really growing to appreciate how impressively fleshy the fungus in the title credits is

— for a moment there the revelations bible reading with a girl starting to sob in the background felt like a mass suicide rapture cult thing about to happen, but THANK FUCK, it looks like they're just grieving.

— "just"

— the necessary practicality of "the ground is too cold to dig, we'll bury your father in the spring," and the extra grief that comes with the interruption of a ritual we use to acknowledge someone's death and start to move on from it.

— y'know it's nice that we get some interesting faces on here - faces a little outside the standard range of TV attractiveness. I sent my friend a few screenshots to point this out and express appreciation and I'm being treated to an update on all the actors in this who were voice actors for the games. it's very cool and i approve.

— "I sensed doubt" as an accusation from a religious leader (even if it's about his role more broadly as a community leader) makes me feel pretty stabby, not gonna lie

— I think that was pus on joel's wound and honestly kudos to the show for showing it! it's not leaning into the gore super much - netflix does that for shock value, I think, and to emphasise the, well, casual violence of the casual violence - but this kinda just feels realistic.

— ellie telling joel she's gonna be right back, I think more for herself than for him </3

— oh her nose and cheeks do not look good. I had to reassure myself she's been travelling with joel in that weather for A While now and probably knows what to look out for in the cold, but ouch.

— there's this nice thing here where we KNOW she was in military school and she can fire a gun, but joel still had to give her pointers; we know she's hardy and can fight well, but still doesn't know much about hunting, still makes noise when she walks and falls on her face and is clearly trying but will need luck if she's going to succeed.

— also I'm pretty sure that was an infected noise.

— or apparently not.

— impromptu rifle range!! you go, girl!

— oh no

— ellie's clearly not holding the rifle in a way that would LET her shoot them right between the eyes and they're so clearly humouring her a bit and it's this really odd mix of "she's genuine danger" and "this is just child-wrangling and children can be volatile"

— good enough with guns to know how to deload the others' rifles though

(still not sure what the correct term for deloading is - unloading just sounds like you're firing the damn thing everywhere. my friend suggested "decocking." which is just great. /s)

— "I actually started believing after the world ended." yeowch

— "so you went from teacher to preacher 'cos what, it fuckin' rhymes?" "yeah, exactly."

THIS IS SWEET OH NO yeah of course he was a teacher, he's got that good-at-kids vibe. (as opposed to good with kids, admittedly.)

— (my friend said that was an interesting distinction. I said: "he's good at reading and understanding her, knowing most of her threat is bravado but taking it seriously anyway, but he's not relating to her. there's a potential for manipulation - trying to get her to do what he wants or needs from her. which in this case would be handing over all or most of the meat.")

((listen. it was mostly vibes but this show is good at vibes.))

— I'm sorry is this dude a preacher advocating for revenge murder 'cos holy fuck I'm gonna knock him unconscious with his own holy book

— had to pause to be very angry at this for a moment because hi the "god put this murder opportunity in front of me, isn't that nice of him" line of thinking is. bad very bad it's very very bad

— he got an entire deer out of the bargain and he's still going to devote resources to vengeance, isn't he, the motherfucker

— ellie not knowing how to give joel the penicillin is so REAL. she really is very competent! she's also a fourteen-year-old with minimal life experience and education and her caregiver and relative expert in these things is currently incapacitated. I really hope she didn't just inject a fatal amount into his liver or something.

— lying down with a hand on his chest oh fuck

— "what is [the meat]?" "…venison." I really hope that guy looks naturally shifty.

— at least it's not like it could be random people meat or something

…oh fuck

oh fucking fuck fuck NO

"we'll bury his body in the spring" YEAH SURE I'M SURE THAT GUY JUST NATURALLY LOOKS SHIFTY AND IT'S FINE. look I can't even judge them for making this call to survive but it's fucking grim.

— excuse me he did fucking NOT just slap a teenager so hard he knocked her to the floor

okay now I'm starting to get why the mood in that community is so fucking atrocious. they're scared of him and he's using that fear to keep things working.

— "bless us with christ, the living bread" while they're sitting down for a meal of human is especially grim

— I'm glad ellie hasn't forgotten about the horse 'cos I kinda did

— I do like this show's quiet moments

— "how dare you decide that the girl dying is god's will. I decide what deaths are god's will." (paraphrased. but listen. I know evil preacher dude hasn't actually said he wants joel dead, but I can tell what he means by justice will, eventually, be death, even if he puts on a big show about coming to that decision grudgingly.)

— hang on I need to get some knife emojis in here 🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️

— ellie breaking my fucking heart here with her instructions to joel

— okay I did admittedly expect her to be more subtle but yelling "hey, motherfuckers!" and shooting at them IS very her

— I'm a wimp about some things so asked my friend for assurance that they don't take joel captive.

I didn't even think to ask whether they'd get ellie.

— (when I find myself in times of trouble helena from orphan black comes to me, speaking no words of wisdom but rather dealing with whoever needs to be dealt with then setting the place on fire.)

— at this point and for my own comfort I looked up just enough to know that joel and ellie are free and alive at the beginning of the next episode.

— "did you hear me say the others want to kill you?" "yeah." "but I stopped them." "fuck you." ellie <3 <3 <3

— yeah he's being sorta condescending here I called it. talking down to her and trying to bully her into doing what he wants. I'd actually like him better if he were taking the straightforward tess approach of "please be honest with us so we can figure out whether you're worth transporting as cargo."

— ellie's fear at the end of that first cage scene is brutal. major props to the actress and holy shit I'm glad she's still defiant (the fight response to immediate danger is kinda less painful to watch, for me) but fuck.

— JOEL IS SUCH A COMFORT TO SEE RIGHT NOW

— and now it's a torture scene and honestly still such a comfort. love a character who'll threaten to pop someone's kneecap off in defence of a child.

— the deeply inappropriate joy I felt when joel got the guy to point out the location with the knife shoved in his mouth

— "it'd better be the exact same spot your buddy points to" holy SHIT he did this earlier, with the nice hermit couple who gave him soup, this is practised and familiar

that's a heck of an insight into the kind of stuff he used to do and I'm not even sure what to feel about it

— …what's ellie seen

— THAT'S WHAT ELLIE'S SEEN

— can this guy not talk about cordyceps like I talk about cordyceps please. like yes it ISN'T evil yes it IS just multiplying and protecting itself and its progeny but shut up I don't want to agree with you

I guess I'd argue for its inherent amorality more than its goodness anyway. what the fuck, dude.

— "I'm a shepherd surrounded by sheep" you absolute motherfucker, a shepherd can't keep their sheep in fear or they can't do their fucking job. yes I'm pretending to know a lot more about sheep than I do for the sake of a grudge. WHAT OF IT.

— "if he leaves us in peace, they will just let him go." bastard knows exactly what he's doing.

— this dude appealing to ellie "as an equal" is deeply fucking creepy. I know I said I'd prefer the tess approach but THIS IS NOT THE TESS APPROACH. this is the creepy groomer approach. this is the "I want to manipulate you into being my attack dog" approach.

— okay I said creepy groomer as a fucking metaphor. look, this show did such a good job NOT leaning into the standard post-apoc rape and creepiness tropes that I straight up forgot creeps like that could exist here.

that in the context of him having "violence in his heart" that he struggled to come to terms with, and having been a school teacher, I-

— "tell them that ellie is the little girl who broke your fucking finger." holy shit I love her I love her I lo

— I know it's bravado I know she's scared but I love her and joel's coming to get her

— WHEN I ASKED MY FRIEND EARLY ON WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF ELLIE BIT SOMEONE I DIDN'T EXPECT IT TO ACTUALLY HAPPEN. YOU GO GIRL

— YES, GIRL

— …I think the fact that this show didn't lean into the turbo-boosted-rape-culture tropes that are so typical for the genre makes it so much fucking creepier when it. actually happens.

— the triumph of ellie managing to kill him is a lot, the tragedy of ellie having to kill him is a lot, her terror and violation as she just, can't stop stabbing is. so much.

— JOEL

— JOEL AND ELLIE JOEL AND ELLIE

— "it's okay, baby girl. I got you."

— I love them both so much I love them both so much I lov

#not tagging the TWs but mind the warning at the top #long one this time! and I'm sparing y'all most of the angst in the screenshots.#the last of us hbo #the last of us spoilers #tlou spoilers #angst tag #orig #this ep was a lot it was so much actually. possibly too much.#leaving the one positive comment in near the beginning is causing me pain #but I tacitly promised the liveblogging-but-better experience so here you go

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you trust my opinion and feedback i’m literally crying🥹

this is my opinion and feedback:

the reason i liked that one anon’s idea abt reader initiating the case was because to me it was abt reader coming to the final realization that nathan is at such a level of toxic it’s not fair to keep chloe around him more than necessary, and despite knowing that, i didn’t initially register nathan as abusive, i read him more as just not necessarily a good guy. but when i think about it for literally more than two seconds it’s so obvious that he’s emotionally abusive, manipulative and controlling, especially of the reader,, but i liked the idea that reader started the case being the protective mother she is,

HOWEVERRRRR: upon further reflection, it actually does make a LOT MORE sense (at least to me) for nathan to be going after custody of chloe to control reader, rather than reader trying to limit nathan’s access to chloe. bcos in my mind nathan isn’t really a threat to chloe, physically speaking, but he is unfortunately willing to use her in order to get to reader. so it makes a lot of sense that if he hears that reader and chloe are moving in with joel, nathan, either subconsciously or otherwise, realizes it would be even harder for him to control reader, and the only way he has any control over her is through chloe.

and, at least in his own twisted mind, he genuinely thinks he has a case because joel did punch him once (nathan was asking for itt,, i’m a joel defender and apologist literally no matter what) and from nathan’s pov, JOEL is the one trying to control reader and chloe (does that make sense?? i feel like i didn’t word that right but i hope my point got across) like obviously joel is very much NOT controlling anyone but nathan doesn’t see it that way

but yeah thinking about it more it makes a lottt more sense for nathan to have started the case and i like that more for the story, thematically AND based on the character development

anyways this is actually a full length essay MLA format and all, works cited page to follow ,,

-🍓

i love your feedback and opinions!! i feel like you giving me an avenue to talk about what i’m doing and why is so helpful for me to flesh out my characters, and it’s just helpful to hear an outside perspective!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

i definitely see the appeal of both catalysts! i’m definitely biased towards nathan initiating it, mostly because i’ve already written a few thousand words around that lol

i think the reader definitely would initiate it if she had any hope that she would actually be able to take away custody from him, but i think she still feels pretty powerless a lot of the time when it comes to #that man and probably thinks that there’s no way she could get full custody. i also think that she doesn’t know how mid of a father nathan has been, other than not really showing up for her stuff. like i don’t think chloe has ever explicitly told her that she doesn’t like going over there because he’s just a deadbeat. like when they were married he was definitely doing Some fatherly duties because she convinced him to, but now he’s kinda just there. and chloe definitely notices. but because of that i don’t think she has any real reason to question his ability to parent to the point where he’d completely lose custody. let me also clarify that nathan never abused chloe. he also never did it in front of her (to his and the reader’s knowledge) so the reader doesn’t have any reason to think that would be going on either.

i definitely agree with your reasoning! nathan kinda just sees chloe as a means to an end, and the end is having control over the reader. i think nathan definitely views relationships as a sort of power game, where the man in the relationship basically owns his significant other. and i think nathan has already felt emasculated by joel, and now in his mind, joel has possession over HIS possession, and he will do anything to change that, even if it means having to take on a daughter he doesn’t really want to be responsible for.

i love a good full length essay!! i love hearing about other people’s thoughts and ideas but especially yours strawb!! thanks 🫶🏽🍓

#neptune answers #🍓 anon #custody battle fic

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Full name: Opal Estelle da Silva Gender: cisfemale Pronouns: she/her Birthday: May 30, 1993 Sexual orientation: bisexual Marital status: single, but also probably engaged to satan Moral alignment: chaotic neutral

(things like her age, personality, and even looks may change with whoever she's pursuing at the moment)

IMPORTANT STUFF (TW: PARENTAL DEATH, CANCER)

opal was born sofia estelle da silva to a very young mother and an absent father. without family to fall back on, the duo suffered financially. this led to many odd jobs that barely made ends meet.

but crime pays, baby!

a little petty theft here, a pickpocket there, some light manipulation and at least they went to sleep with full bellies

and like mother, like daughter, little 6 year old opal began to dip her toes in the shallow end of the crime pool. because honestly, she’d just blink those big, innocent brown eyes and they’d just assume she didn’t know any better

eventually, opal’s mom got an actual job– though they refused to give her full time which meant she got zero benefits– but opal didn’t feel it necessary to stop. she was good at it. and they still needed the money.

together, they managed to buy a house. it was the first real, solid thing they owned and it finally felt like they were getting somewhere

when opal's mom started seeing someone she was serious about for the first time in as long as opal could remember, she was happy for her. but then he kept making excuses as to why he couldn't come to dinner, why he had to cancel dates, and when it came out that he was the ceo of the company her mother was working for— and married at that— the bad feelings set in

then opal’s mom got sick

without health insurance, treatments went unsought and bills went unpaid and when opal’s mom eventually passed, the state came for those unpaid bills in the form of her estate.

left with absolutely nothing, opal moved (ran) away from miami, got a job as a cocktail waitress at a strip club in orlando, and called herself ruby.

and because gross old rich men are idiots, it was almost too easy when a patron took a liking to her, thinking himself clever as he gifted her a ruby. when she left town and pawned the gem, she’d hatched a new plan

that plan sorta came to a screeching halt when she tried to steal from the wrong dude. but instead of turning her in, he offered her a proposition. he could help her create fake identities with documents that were all but government issued. for a price. cocky as she was in her ability to pay it off, it turned out to not really be the case

the next place she lived, she was pearl and she found another sucker to fall into the same trap. and on it went: saffron, jade, diamond. it was too easy. and opal loved it.

it was at some point in colorado where fate finally dealt her a hand she could play with. pure coincidence had the son of her mom’s old boss (that asshole that would fuck her but wouldn’t give her fulltime and health benefits? yeah, him) and so opal ran the con of her life. she made him fall in love, relished in every second of it, and then took him for everything she could as she slipped away into the night. her only regret? not being there to see his face when he realized what she’d done. (at least, that’s what she likes to tell herself)

she made her way to california, chasing a tip that might lead her to the dude who essentially owns her at this point to cut herself free once and for all

she’s kinda evil and she kinda likes it

but she’s fun

come play with her

#hmbintro

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Session 16: Home

The memories were sharp. An abrupt and deep rush of unknowable pain, strong enough to turn the edges of my vision into a blurry smear. It hung in the air around her like the ghost of a halo. More pain--each new placement coming with a different nuance to the agony. The blurry halo quickly was consumed by darkness that devoured the rest of the world. However sightless, everything else continued unabated as if nothing had changed.

Talo and Verca were talking, but their words were far away, locked in the background as if there was a wall of water between us--or perhaps a wall of dirt.

Wet dirt was the first thing I had seen when the world came back.

"Is there anything else going on?" Talo's voice came through the soil.

I blinked, and I was back in the present, looking at Da. I turned my head. Talo and Verca were both close; I hadn't seen them come over. It took a few tries of opening my mouth for a sound to come out. "Memories? I guess...?" It was so much to unpack.

I pulled back from Da and rolled to the side. Next to him, my back gracelessly hit the stone wall. My thighs slid through still-warm blood. I closed my eyes. Tried to focus on my breathing. I couldn't look down at the puddle I had sat myself in. Couldn't think about how it was just starting to turn tacky or how it would only get colder from here without a body to keep it warm.

I thought about how I was cold. A body isn't the primary requirement for warmth, is it?

Talo handed me something to drink. They said it should help with headaches. A single gulp was all it took to empty. It tasted like tea. Dad made tea a lot. And plenty of juices. I balled my blood-covered hands in the fabric of my skirt.

Talo got to work identifying the scroll Da had given us. The basement was quiet while they worked. Verca sat beside me. I appreciated the lack of pressure to talk.

After ten minutes, there was a necessary break in that silence, though. Talo looked up from the scroll, something else in their other hand now, too: a wooden icon with the symbol of Melora--we had seen it the other day in one of the library books--carved into it. The scroll itself was for a teleport spell.

My focus kept coming and going. At some point I shared that Sala had manipulated more memories than just those from our first meeting. Verca's frown deepened. "I'd been worried about that," he said.

Talo stood up. "I should tell Faunsel about Sala."

My throat hurt. "Yeah, guess he should know his boss has been going around practically assaulting people." The comment had slipped out. They didn't know any of that yet. I had spent so much time doing my best to make sure they didn't know the messier details about Sala, but emotional exhaustion makes you careless. It was ridiculous that those pieces of the story had left such an impact when she had done plenty worse.

But no one said anything about it. I suppose it was easy enough to assume I meant the biting. There is plenty of different kinds of assault.

They handed the scroll and icon to Verca and went up the stairs. We stayed because I didn't want to leave Da's side.

After Talo's footsteps faded, we were silent for a while longer. Everything felt unstable. Like the building would fall apart above us if a wrong word was said.

But silence can't last forever. Verca got that look on his face like he was trying to find the right way to say something.

"You can always talk to me," he said. The words came out slowly, as if he hadn't quite decided which ones were going to come next. "Especially as someone who knows what it's like to lose a parent."

A new quiet settled around us as I fought inside myself to find a response. "Family is so important. I was supposed to protect my family. If I had stayed home, he'd probably be fine right now." There was that tickle at the tip of my nose and the wobble in my lips, but I don't think I had any water left in my body to lend to tears. "I had thought leaving home--seeing the world--would be full of wonder. Intrigue. Fun. But instead, things have only been taken."

"Leaving hasn't been all bad. You met Talo and me."

Friends were new. And nice.

He added that he had learned things since joining us, too. He'd learned to trust. That not everyone was a danger, and he could put his guard down. Guilt rose to the surface of my skin, adding to how filthy I felt. I apologized again for what had happened in the library. I could only imagine how much of a worse betrayal that must have been for someone just starting to open himself up to other.

"It was fine," Verca said. "I meant it when I said I would have offered anyways."

I called the urge that had propelled me on top of him vile. "I don't want to be like her." Sala's smile was etched into the back of my memory. The imprints of her hands invisibly seared into my skin.

He said I could help people, but it wasn't quite "people" he was talking about; he said I could be the guide that I didn't have, implying a prolonged connection with the world of vampires. But I don't want any more contact with vampiric circles than I've already been forced to have.

Talo came back. Faunsel was already prepared to leave town, and their information had been enough for the final push, they reported.

They knelt in front of me and reached for a hand. I flinched so often that I should have grown to expect it, but the instinctual jump continued to take me by surprise. I wanted to be better than that. "Give yourself time to process. We're here for you," they said.

I looked down at myself. The scars on my arms, my legs, my torso. There were even more I couldn't see without the aid of a mirror. I traced a finger over the semi-circle on the left side of my stomach, right above my hip.

Without looking up, I whispered, "I think I was murdered."

Heat erupted from my right. White fire flared around Verca. The scattered candlelight that normally lit the basement fell dim in comparison to the intensity of the flames that threatened to consume him. When they dimmed like a campfire that had run its course, he was fine, though.

"Not now," Talo said, "but eventually, let us know what you need for closure."

"I...I don't know..."

"You don't have to right now. But when you do, we'll do whatever we can."

My finger was still following the path of the disconnected circle imprinted in my side. "I just want to know what I did wrong. Why she did that."

"How old were you?" Verca asked, a stiff chill infused in the question.

I shrugged, only able to sift through so many implications of such fresh wounds so soon. "I don't know. I was young." A pause. "I don't think the wagon accident actually happened."

I raised my head and looked to him. The flames a few moments prior had been concerning, but unexplained fiery events were a semi-regular occurrence with Verca. Less common was his usually pink eye flaring bright green.

"No one hurts children." The voice was his, but the shape of his words and the rhythm with which they fell into place were foreign. His eye returned to its usual pink after that, and--all too reminiscent of the shield--he did not seem phased, despite confirming that that was not a regular occurrence. Talo and I were both concerned. I originally thought he had said it had never happened before, but looking back, I'm less sure if I actually heard that or assumed it.

Verca, who still had the teleportation scroll and wooden figure, asked if we were ready to go. Nothing was going to change to make going home easier, so there wasn't much point waiting. We all held hands; I kept one on Da. About to start reading, Verca paused. He surveyed our group. "Who here has teleported before?" Talo raised a hand before returning it to the small circle we'd made.

Verca grimaced. "Sorry, Maeve."

And we were gone, encapsulated in a vortex of shifting colors--which was a solid dose of motion sickness on its own, but the reorganization of my organs as they were jerked to and fro was a different level of nauseating.

Dew-laden petals and soft earth touched the bottoms of my feet.

And I fell to my hands and knees, immediately throwing up the nearly empty contents of my stomach. It was mostly bile, burning on its way out as every muscle in my abdomen fought against me.

Talo started pulling together something for my stomach, and Verca held out his canteen. I took the water, sitting back, and tried to wash away the acidic aftertaste.

We were in front of the cabin. It looked the same as when I last saw it. Flowers of every color covered the forest floor, except for the small path of stones leading to the door. Barely any grass was visible. More flowers grew up the walls. Warm yellow lights shone out from the windows.

"It's all very pretty," Talo said.

"I wasn't joking when I said we gardened a lot." I remembered coming home whenever I went into the woods by following the flowers.

Talo said we should get inside, and I said that we should probably knock; it had been too long since I was home to just walk in.

A massive shadow rose over us, blocking out the green cast of the canopy above. A flash of electricity, like a storm come alive, rushed forward, and we were unconscious.

It is difficult to measure time when you're not awake, but it did not feel like much had passed before my eyes were open again. I somehow felt less sore than I did after our encounter with Sala.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I should have looked. I'm so sorry..."A familiar voice continued repeating itself above me.

I blinked, waiting for my vision to come back into focus.

Dad was above me. Laying on my back, I was half pulled onto his legs--his arms holding me close. His long, wavy hair was less kempt than when I last saw him. His eyes were red and puffy.

Instinctually, I almost clamped my mouth shut to hide the fangs. But he already knew about those, so instead, I rested a hand on his upper arm. "It's okay, Dad. I'm okay." Most of the blood on my hands had dried, but I still left a dark stain on him.

The exchanges that followed coming home were a chaotic flurry. There was so much on everyone's mind; it was difficult to keep ourselves on track with a single discussion for very long. In the disorganization, Verca, Talo, and Dad were not properly introduced to each other until much later in the initial conversations.

Apparently, Dad had turned into a dragon? I had no idea he could do anything like that. Aside from Da saying that Dad had seen everything, I barely knew he had any control over magic.

Early on, vague references to Sala came up. Dad told me not to blame myself, but it was hard. What was the purpose of Da's years of teaching me how to fight if I couldn't even defend myself?

"You're a victim," Dad said. I had no idea how much he had seen. The teleportation nausea threatened to return as I imagined everything he could have witnessed. He was surprised to know that I hadn't remembered anything until very recently, which did not feel like it boded well for what he was magically present for.

When I mentioned that Da had done something to return those memories and that something else had come through, Dad's face fell--knowing what I was referencing before I had to say the words. He looked borderline fearful as he began another series of apologies. I had never seen him like this and tried to tell him it was okay--that it was a long time ago and I was here.

"I didn't want you to have to know," he said.

The first time I tried to formally introduce Talo and Verca to Dad, we never got past Talo because, for some reason, I commented that they had been dreaming of Dad's staff. Like always, he had it with him, and seeing it reminded me of their interest in figuring out why they had seen it. In hindsight, it probably would have been a better conversation for later.

Dad looked at Talo curiously after that. They tried to explain what had been happening with their dreams, which brought the conversation briefly to the matter of Morpheus. Talo called him a god, and I added that I still doubted his stance as a deity because I had been able to hear his name.

Dad was even more confused after that. "Were you not able to hear the gods' names?"

I awkwardly shifted the weight between my feet. "Not really. Not until Toma's partner threw a sort of statuette at me, and..." I trailed off, unsure how to describe the image that encounter had evoked in my mind or how the figure had burned my hands through my gloves. "I really don't like the Raven Queen and still don't understand how Da could be involved in any of that."

A new wave of visible panic washed over Dad. In a frantic hurry, he asked if we'd been to a temple, where we were, if anyone had recognized me or my scars, and if anyone had asked about him.

"We were in Greston," I answered. "No one recognized me. They just insisted I had to have a meeting and were very unpleasant about it all. And someone asked about Da but not you." Dad was worrying me.

"You cannot go back there."

"They were very unpleasant. I have no intention of going back."

Talo commented that Da had told us to go to a temple while here, though.

Dad sighed. "If I could possible trust that any temple was free from infection, it would be his in Dandruin."

"Infection?" I asked, imagining some kind of magical growth pulsing in the temple basement, ready to release toxic spores across the entirety of Greston.

"I don't know what else to call zealotry," he said, a grim expression on his face.

Talo, Verca, and Dad had their actual introductions after that. It wasn't anything in-depth--just an exchange of names--but it was something. After that, Dad said we could go inside while he took care of things regarding Da's body. "He's not ours to keep," he said.

A weight that I hadn't considered fell down on me, crashing through ribs and pinning vital organs to the forest floor. I looked at Da, gently cradled by the flowers around the house. I hadn't considered the chance that we wouldn't be involved in whatever kind of ceremony was held. He had another family--one who had greater right to those matters than the people he visited when he could. For the first time, I felt like we were an afterthought--a secondary part of his life.

I imagined someone coming to take him away while we were inside, unable to say goodbye. The thought made me feel like we were outsiders.

"I promise he saw us as real family," Dad tried to reassure. "You understand now why I had to keep you hidden; she couldn't be allowed to know you were still alive."

The larger plants on the side of the cabin moved, shaking and rustling--pulling everyone's attention. A massive creature stepped through the leaves: a griffon covered in shiny, dark feathers. I recognized her from all of Da's visits.

Coriander mostly ignored us. She walked straight to Da and eased herself to the ground beside him.

"I'm sorry," I said, seeing the pain in her expressive black eyes. She didn't acknowledge me, and I couldn't blame her.

She began to shrink. Her limbs seemingly rearranged themselves as she became smaller and smaller until the griffon I had known since childhood was instead a raven. I didn't know she could do that.

Talo stepped towards Coriander and Da. They pulled something small out that I couldn't quite see and tried to set it on Da's chest. Coriander snapped at them, though, keeping the offering away. Talo stood there for a while. I assumed they were trying to talk to her telepathically. I don't know what was said between them, but Coriander--her body language still incredibly tense--pulled back, allowing the item to be placed.

"We'll take his body over tomorrow," Dad said.

For the first time that day, it felt like the ice that had been inching into my bones thawed a little. "We're taking him?" I asked, hopeful. Dad confirmed, and I explained what I had previously thought was going to happen; that was why it had hurt so much. Relief hit me like an early spring breeze.

Dad had said it before, but it meant more now with that context when he again said he was confident I'd be allowed to attend whatever service was held. The first time, it had felt like something nice you say when you're trying to comfort someone beyond being comforted; it felt more real the second.

"His family knows about you," Dad added. "Particularly his wife and one of his sons whom you met when you were younger." I didn't remember either of them. Da so rarely talked about his family with us that I had assumed he was the same with them when it came to Dad and me. I wondered what they knew--what they'd been told.

Talo and Verca went inside. Dad stopped me before I could follow. For the first time since I'd been back home, we hugged. Again, I flinched.

"One day, we should go over what spots are okay," he said.

I looked at the flowers beneath us. "There's not much of those anymore."

He said I should clean up at the nearby stream before heading in and offered to send Verca and Talo along for company if I'd like. I remembered the last time Sala had brought me to her house before today. The confidence I had always had in my body felt naive and immature after that. Verca must have thought I was so odd when we were at the spa.

I told Dad that I'd had a recent change in perspective after everything and I should probably go on my own.

Dad said that I hadn't been immature; "rather," he said, "you had an openness and maturity that few people do. It's something to be proud of, not embarrassed."

I thought it over, but in the end still went to the stream by myself. They had just gone inside; I didn't want to pull them back out when they were hopefully getting comfortable in the small but cozy living room just beyond the front door.

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erwinsvow · 3 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

summary: uncle eren comes to visit.

warnings: step-cest, jealousy, manipulation, hints of verbal/emotional abuse + touch of dubcon to con, reader feels guilty, grinding/dry-humping, overstimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

author's note: part two of sole salvation. i really hope everyone enjoys this! the warnings are just to be on the safe side as i do not want to accidentally trigger anyone, please feel free to message me if you want to ask about something before reading.

tagging @sangwoos-mom & @divine-delight :)

If Zeke didn’t want my interest to get piqued, Eren thinks to himself as he watches you stroll away, off to get him to a fresh cup of lemonade, he should have kept his mouth shut.

When his brother had mentioned his new fiancee had a daughter, Eren had supposed it would be some spoiled, bratty kid. After all, he had met your mother once before, and he didn’t think that kind of a woman could raise someone even remotely well-behaved.

So given that, he was more than pleasantly surprised the first time he met you. It was all a shock, from the almost angelic way you float down the stairs to greet him, your soft skin and sweet smile, to the genuine look in your eyes when you tell him that you’re glad to finally meet him.

He still doesn’t know what Zeke did to deserve you in his life, the taste in his mouth a touch too bitter when he watches the way you look at his brother, even when your mom is in the same room. It’s dreamy, as though there’s no better way to spend your time and nothing better to think about than your step-father.

It’s a little unfair, Eren thinks, that Zeke has a sweet, doting little thing head over heels for him. It’s a little unfair that Zeke waited so long to invite him over, to introduce him to you. Maybe it was brotherly instinct, maybe he knew that once Eren met you, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, just like it had been for Zeke.

Regardless of what it was, Eren knew one thing for certain. Sibling should always share.

It finally takes an unbearable conversation on the phone with your mother for an excuse, an opportunity to arise. The lie is taking hold in his head and spilling out of his mouth before he can even control it—“Yeah, the pipes burst and it’s just a mess, I called Zeke but his phone’s off- no, really? Just for the weekend, I promise- thank you, I’ll be over soon.”

His bag is packed and cock is twitching at the idea of getting you alone in that house, maybe when Zeke’s locked away in his office and your mother’s out shopping. It’s going to be a hot week, with almost intolerable heat, and he’s positive it’ll have you in revealing clothes (no doubt ones that his brother bought for you) and teensy swimsuits when you go for an afternoon swim.

That’s what he’s thinking of—the image of you soaked to the bone, wet hair and the thin, dripping material of your suit sticking to your skin—when he pulls into your driveway later that day.

It’s almost easy enough to miss the slight wobble in your steps, the way your clothes are just a little too wrinkled for someone that’s been sitting around the house all day.

But Eren notices it, of course, and doesn’t miss the way Zeke practically keeps one eye on you the entire day, no matter who he’s talking to, either.

Maybe if Eren was just a drop stupider, a bit less cunning, you and Zeke could get away with all of it, but he’s not. He thinks it’s his turn to have his fun with you.

Your mother’s even more intolerable than he remembers. He wonders how bad a family dinner could be, but this is much worse than he could have fathomed. It’s a whole host of things, like how she’s oblivious to the affair happening right under her nose and her small comments that have your lips trembling and eyes blinking away tears before they can fall.

Jeez. Eren had initially felt bad for himself, but he’s starting to wonder how you put up with it. Maybe fucking around with Zeke is your own way of getting revenge, payback for every ‘Why do you look so tired, it’s not like you’re the one working all day’ and ‘Don’t you have plans with friends, or are you just gonna bother your parents all day?’

By the time dinner ends, you’ve made your way to the kitchen almost automatically, putting away dishes and wiping counters without even being told, as Zeke gives your mother a cold, hard stare.

“Was all that really necessary?” his brother questions quietly, eyes fuming with anger yet still disguising his true reason for being upset.

“What?” your mother responds innocently, pretending as though she hadn’t said anything wrong. Eren watches the interaction carefully. He thinks it’d be better if he didn’t interject on a married couple’s little spat, but here he goes again, words out before he can control them. They’re spoken a bit louder than they needed to be, but he wants to make sure you hear them over the running water.

“I don’t know, she seems like a good girl to me, no? Maybe you should be easier on her.”

And a few feet away, in the kitchen, your heart skips a beat. Uncle Eren—who you’d only met once and heard about a handful of times, someone who doesn’t owe you anything, someone not even really related to you—defending you?

It was enough to make tears rush to your eyes again, a smile on your face as you rinse off the dishes.

Good girl. The words run through your head again, seemingly on repeat. They’re your two favorite words, enough to pick you up from the dark, sullen headspace you’re in as a result of your mother’s cruel phrases and Zeke’s stinging silence.

Zeke claims it’ll become too obvious, even to your clueless mother, if he always takes your side and speaks up for you, despite how much he wants to, he says. You’re so hopelessly gone, so devoted to him that you don’t think you have it in you to fight for it. The words he says when the two of you are alone, how he makes you feel and spoils you rotten makes up for it, right?

That’s what you’d been telling yourself all this time, but you’re not sure how much longer you can keep the act going. Does he think it’s easy to watch him walk into the bedroom he shares with your mother every night? To watch her kiss him goodbye, hold onto his arm in public, while you trail behind like a lost puppy?

It’s not actually revenge you’re aiming for, when you start greeting Eren in the morning brightly, walking straight on over to him in the living room rather than the kitchen where your step-father is. It’s closer to a plea for attention, like you’re waiting for Zeke to realize you can play at this game too.

Eren’s more than happy to indulge you, spending hours of the day beside you on the couch watching movies, or watering the lawn while you work on your garden, claiming that he just wants to help out around the house as much as he can. His weekend-long visit turns into a week, as the ‘good for nothing contractors are taking their sweet time.’

It’s terribly easy to make you believe every word he’s saying, with you even defending him when Zeke asks how much longer he’s planning on sticking around.

“He’s family,” you had argued valiantly, leaving your step-father with narrowed eyes and a tense jaw as he noticed Eren smiling behind you. For once, your mother had agreed with you, and Zeke was left with no choice.

It’s sunny and warm when Eren’s opportunity, the one he’s been waiting for patiently, appears. Your mother’s gone out again, this time to the salon, there’s that hour of time right after she’s left that you usually treasure, because you know there’s no chance she’ll be on her way back or call home.

It’s usually your favorite time of the day, when you know you can have Zeke all to yourself, and that’s what you’re thinking, when you hesitantly make your way to the door of his office.

Truly, you hadn’t meant to make Zeke angry, you just wanted to be there for Uncle Eren how he was there for you. You were ready to make up and forget about it now, dolled up in a new sundress that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear yet. Zeke had bought it only weeks ago, before Uncle Eren’s sudden visit, and you thought he might like it if you wore it now.

Your hand has just reached the cool metal of the doorknob, just about to twist when you hear a ringing from inside the room, of Zeke’s phone going off.

You step back, knowing better than to interrupt one of his calls. You’re disheartened a little, mind wondering why he would schedule something when you and he both know this is your hour, your chance to be alone.

You make your way back downstairs, lingering on the last step and thinking about going back up in a few minutes, when Uncle Eren’s voice calls to you from the living room, making you jump a little.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, voice calm and quiet, a contrast to your thudding heart.

“That’s okay, Uncle Eren,” you say, and your head turns back to look in the direction of Zeke’s office inadvertently. “I was just-”

“Waiting for Daddy, huh?” Your lips part a little in surprise, confused by his implication. Though surely, Zeke wouldn’t have told Uncle Eren anything. No, he wouldn’t do that.

Right?

“I-I just needed to ask him something, but I think he’s on the phone with someone,” you say quietly, confused at Eren’s tone, the confidence with which he spoke those words, almost mockingly.

“Oh, yeah. He told me he’s busy all afternoon, something or other about work and a report-” Eren stops himself right when he notices your expression change, looking thoroughly upset that Zeke was busy when you were ripe for the taking. “He didn’t tell you about that?”

Fuel to the fire, maybe a bit too much, but Eren doesn’t care. Not as long as you keep it up, looking like a maimed little prey upon realizing that Daddy was too busy for you.

Yes, Eren was getting much better with the lying. It doesn’t even register to you to question his words, to go back up and double check, that Zeke might, in fact, be waiting for you to knock on his door at this very second.

Your feet find their way to the sofa, slumping down dejectedly, as Eren sits right next to you. It’s the way you two have been sitting for the past week, except he’s ready to take the risk. His hand finds your knee, thumb rubbing the soft skin as you let out a shaky breath, wiping away a stray tear.

“All afternoon?” comes your quiet voice, trembling at the mere notion that Zeke was upset with you. You hadn’t meant to take it this far, hadn’t thought he would be ignoring you just because you disagreed with something he said for the first time.

But your sadness is turning into something different when you look at the hungry, almost predatory way Uncle Eren is looking at you now.

“That’s what he said, sweetheart. Did you two have plans, or something?” It’s coming off nonchalant, or so he hopes, because every bone in his body is excited at the prospect before him, blood rushing to his hardening cock as he catches a glimpse of your exposed skin as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

“N-no, I just… He always spends time with me when mom leaves. I just thought he would be free.”

It’s the sweet, lonely way you’re looking into his eyes, your own doe-like and watery, that tips him over the edge.

“Well, I can keep you company.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, baby. A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be left all alone… it’s not right, well, at least to me.”

“Yeah?” Eren nods his head, line between his lies and the truth blurring suddenly as you inch closer and closer to him.

“I wouldn’t treat you like that, if you were mine, you know-” and he can’t finish his sentence, because your hands are on the collar of his shirt and you’re shifting onto his lap, and your lips are on each other.

It’s stupid, you know, to be so easily guided by a few choice words, putty in virtually anyone’s hands if they say the right things and make you feel seen and heard, but you can’t stop now.

Eren’s tongue is in your mouth, your lips practically glued together as you feel his hands go under the soft cotton of your dress, exploring the supple skin of your thighs. It’s not long before his hands find your ass, squeezing and groping as moan into his mouth.

A sharp slap to your ass makes you yelp, pulling away for just a second before Eren’s hand is on the back of your neck, guiding you into a kiss again. You moan again, louder, when his teeth bite down on your lip just a little bit, when Eren finally pulls away.

“Can’t be too loud, remember, sweetheart? Daddy’s busy upstairs,” he says, somehow knowing exactly what would rile you up. The words act like a little shock running through your system, making you even more eager for Eren’s touch.

“Don’t care-!” you mewl, head going fuzzy when you feel Eren’s hard cock grind against your core, waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You’re still, Eren’s hand coming up to cover your mouth as he continues his rocking movement, making you moan against his hand.

Your eyes roll back when Eren increases his speed, and it’s silly, how the barely-there contact is making you shake, the coil in your stomach tense and unwinding, when Eren stops completely.

You whine loudly, muffled some by his hand, but not entirely, causing Eren to spank you again.

“I thought you were a good girl, hm? Don’t get bratty on me now,” he says, though he thinks it went in one ear and out the other as you come down from your incomplete high.

“I want-I want you, Uncle Eren, now-!” Another whine, another spank. You cry out again, until the fourth slap—which leaves your ass sore already from Eren’s heavy-handedness—silences you.

“Sweetheart, stop misbehaving or you’re not gonna get anything, okay?” he coos, fingers finding your chin and directing your face to look him in the eyes. They’re lust-blown too, and his hardness is still evident underneath your body, but your body’s inclined to follow his rules, despite how badly you want to cum.

“Yes, Uncle Eren,” you say softly, your squirming body finally stopping. Eren’s fingers find their way to the thin straps of your sundress, pulling them until they rest on your shoulder and expose your neck and collar to him.

“Tell me something, baby, did you wear this for me? Or for him?” The very mention of Zeke makes your body stiffen, but you’re still desperate for more and eager to please Uncle Eren.

“For you,” you mumble, wanting to just bury your head in the crook of Eren’s neck and feel him inside you, though you know you won’t get what you want that easily.

“Me? I’m so honored,” he says, letting out a laugh at how your body shakes in anticipation but you stay completely still. He wonders if Zeke had to teach you to be this obedient, or if it just comes to you naturally.

He thinks it’s the latter when he rolls his hips quickly, watching you squirm and bite your lip hard to keep quiet, another rush of pleasure coursing through you, though it’s not nearly enough.

“It’s okay, baby, you’ve been good enough to me, haven’t you?” he asks, and you nod your head quickly. “You deserve to feel good, don’t you?” You nod again and let out a shaky breath when Eren moves your hips with his hands, finally giving you the much-needed pressure on your clit.

“Why don’t you cum for me, baby, just like this? Mmh?” You’re letting out little squeals at each contact, hips moving faster and faster as Eren lays back and lets you use his cock as a toy to grind against. His head falls back at how good it feels, though he won’t let himself cum until he’s inside you.

You’re close again, stomach tensing again and that familiar feeling gathering inside your chest, making you feel warm all over as you speed up.

The breaking point is when Eren’s hands come to your chest, pulling down your dress and exposing your tits to the cool air. His fingers pinch one while his mouth finds the other, and suddenly you can’t keep quiet no matter how hard you try, moans spilling out your mouth as well as repeated cries of Uncle Eren, that sound sweet as sugar to Eren.

It’s when Eren starts bucking his hips up too, that you finally cum, a bolt of pleasure running through your entire body as he keeps going. You’re not entirely sure what kind of noises you’re making—everything seems to be muted and fuzzy as repeated shocks make you shake, Eren’s firm grip on your tits being the only thing that’s grounding you.

When you finally come down, forcing yourself away from Eren’s lap and legs pressed tightly together to calm your oversensitive cunt, there’s a lecherous look in Eren’s eyes. It’s screaming to you, silently, how he’s not done with you yet.

“Aw, baby, look how fast you came just from a little bit of humping. Are you that desperate, bunny? Is Daddy not taking care of you?”

Your face feels like it might be on fire, blood and heat rushing at the same time and burning quickly with shame at the realization that Eren knew all along, that he’s been playing this little game with you since his arrival and you never, not once, had the upper hand.

He feels more predatory than ever before, spreading your legs despite how your legs ache and your core is burning—even if you wanted more, you don’t think you could take it—but it doesn’t seem like Eren cares.

“U-uncle Eren, we shouldn’t- h-he might-” you start, but are cut off as Eren presses a finger to your lips.

“Sweetheart, isn’t that a little unfair? If you get to cum, and I don’t? Be a good girl and spread for me,” he says, and you feel your body comply automatically.

Your back’s on the couch now, Eren hovering over you. All it would take is a few steps in this direction after coming down the stairs for someone to find you, but you can hardly care when Eren’s shoving your dress up, exposing your panties and shoving them to the side, your wetness on display for him.

“One day, baby, when Daddy’s not here, I’m gonna fuck you stupid with my tongue—just not today,” and the words go straight to your head. Your heart thuds uncomfortably in your chest every time he mentions Zeke, a sense of guilt washing over you and replacing the pleasure you feel, but you forget all about it when you see Eren undos his pants and take out his hardened cock.

It’s plainly wrong to compare it to Zeke’s, and though it might not be longer, it’s definitely thicker, not as pretty but covered in throbbing veins that you can’t even imagine feeling inside you.

Eren’s about to grant your wish, running his cockhead over your sensitive clit once, twice, and just as you're expecting a third, he pushes inside of you.

A strangled, loud moan escapes your lips before he can cover your mouth again. It’s agonizing, not being able to make a sound as your step-uncle fucks you into the couch, movements picking up and a steady pace filling the room with obscene noises. You can’t see where the two of you are connected, since your eyes are locked with Eren’s pretty green ones, but you know you’re making a mess.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, every thrust stretching you out, you think he’s ruined your cunt for anyone else—but that’s exactly what he wants.

It’s silent, save for the heavy patter of Eren’s balls against your ass with each thrust, the sound of his hips knocking with yours. He’s trying to keep his grunts silent, but it’s getting harder and harder with the way you’re clenching around him, so tight and wet and soft, he wonders what his brother did to deserve someone like you—he wonders why he doesn’t spend every minute inside you.

Your sensitive cunt tightens around him, knowing only another few strokes and grazes on your clit will be enough to tip you into your second orgasm. Your shaky hand finds Eren’s, pulling his wrist away from your face and meeting his lips again, releasing muffled moans into his mouth.

You know he’s close too, from the way his pace picks up, and you pull away just for a second, just to say three words.

“Please, Uncle Eren.”

And it’s enough to make his hips stutter, enough to uncoil the knot in your tense stomach and have your orgasm washing over you, as you feel Eren fill your cunt with his hot cum. Your lips are on each other, the lewd squelching of his slowing thrusts matching the small squeaks you release, until he finally pulls out and your panties snap back over your leaking cunt.

It’s hard to catch your breath, from your position laying down, feeling your tight hole throb and Eren’s cum spill out, probably onto the sofa seat. You adjust the top of your dress, covering your tits and pulling one strap up. When you’re fixing the skirt, you feel Eren’s hands pull the other strap onto your shoulder, hands lingering on your exposed skin.

You shy away from looking at him, despite how his cum is still inside you. It feels too intimate, almost, because a part of you thinks you were taken advantage of, and another part of you doesn’t ever want Eren to leave you.

Eren’s fingers find your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. You blink quickly, licking your swollen lips and biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

Neither of you speak, though you know what’s lingering in the air. You can tell he’s gotten what he wanted, and he’s going to leave, and yet you can’t stop yourself from speaking first, throat scratchy and dry and your words nothing more than a whisper.

“C-can I… did you- did you mean all those things you said? Before?”

And suddenly Eren understands everything, why you’re this way, why you need to be validated so badly, why his brother’s such a good match for you. He thinks he’d sacrifice anything too, like his marriage and a new life, just to make you happy.

“Of course I did, sweetheart. I meant every word of it.”

“Really?” There’s a soft smile on your lips, your eyes watery and he thinks it doesn’t have anything to do with how hard he fucked you.

“Yeah, I-”

“Well, what do we have here?” Zeke’s voice comes from behind you.

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yesimwriting · 3 years

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hiii, this might seem weird but do u have any head cannons for when the reader is pregnant and how the Darkling would react?

a/n love this concept,, it's not weird at all!! i feel like there's so much here!! also i leave for college this month and im lowkey starting to freak out so ive been watching star wars movies for comfort 😭and now i have half a mind to write for them, especially the prequels (cough, cough,, anakin) 😭 😭 that should tell you where i am mentally

anyways lets get into the headcanons:))

- okay so like most of my headcanons, this is probably going to be all over the place bc i feel like so many different things could change how he would react. Like if the darkling x reader have been trying to get pregnant, or an unplanned pregnancy with someone he really likes, i also think whether or not the reader is a grisha affects his reaction too

- in general though, i think he'd lowkey have a breeding kink he'd def find something about the thought of you having his child really attractive bc for one thing, he wouldn't have to worry about being left alone and now he has an excuse to be a real 'protector'.

- also if youve read my other headcanons i am 100000% convinced that he has this thing where if he really likes someone he needs them to need him (let's all remember the whole 'i will strip you of everything you know and love speech until I'm your only shelter' speech he gave to Alina)

- also i kinda want to write a fic or blurb series or something that's just the darkling being super toxic in super thoughtful ways LMAO if that makes sense, like he's being super sweet but it's to make sure the reader is dependent on him

- and he def wants to be the protector to give himself some sense of assurance bc he's so desperate to not be alone anymore and bc the reader is the only person he has/loves, he wants to feel in control and like he's the less attached one

- okay,, let's get back to the pregnancy thing, anyways, your pregnancy is most definitely activating all of those senses and this was meant to be a sub plot but it kind of became it's own thing lol

- so lets get to the actual pregnancy reaction

if you two have been trying to get pregnant:

- when you tell him, he kind of like, pauses bc it's not every day that he gets surprised so it takes him a moment to register that he's experiencing shock lol, so he tenses and goes islent

- and then after he realizes that he's surprised and that it's bc of a good thing, he manages to relax

- meanwhile you're kind of freaking out bc he got so quiet?? you start to wonder if he's regretting ever wanting a child with you? and you're like two seconds away from a downspiral and then he...

- he touches your cheek and looks at you in a way you've never seen him look at anyone,, not even you

- the look is so warm and strong and full of fierce admiration that you feel foolish for ever thinking he didn't want this. And then he says something about how you're carrying his child and how he didn't realize he could adore you more and then he kisses you and it's all :)) warm:)

- he doesn't want anyone to know that he's expecting a child as long as possible bc of how many enemies he has and how he has to worry about you enough when people just know that you're his 'lover' (a title you never really liked, but one he tells you is necessary to make sure no one realizes the extent of his attachment)

- if you really want to tell your mother or someone of that relation, he won't be mad about it, but he just needs to know

- Genya is the only exception bc the darkling basically instructs her to look out for you,, but when you tell her she's like oh?? you guys just found out?

- miss girl most definitely noticed like a day and a half ago after you cried bc she couldn't find you ice cream the other night 😭and she just assumed you knew but weren't ready to tell anyone

- okay so this what i think is his most problematic expecting father trait would be. So i just ranted about how important secrecy would be to him but he's also the most overprotective person in the entire world,, like he was bad before but once he knows your with child?? yeah, if a man asks you about the weather, he's done for

- he's next to you in a second, ordering either you or the man to do some asinine task

- if you get mad about this (rightfully so) or even just point out how nothing is wrong and you having a casual conversation with a man who isn't even looking at you sexually won't hurt you or the baby, he'll lose rationality

- it depends on how much you push, but it'd be super easy to make him super possessive bc like i said, being bonded by a child has made him so much more intense (and he was pretty intense before)

- and if you push too much he'll lowkey forget about how cautious he's trying to be with you and pin you against the nearest wall and say something along the lines of 'are you already forgetting you're mine? that i own you, body and soul--is my child growing in you not enough of a reminder? because i'll give you another one if you need it.' (AH--i want to write a whole fic based on this line)

- also if the reader is grisha, especially if she's a sun summoner/special grisha like him, he def talks about the power that they've created and how proud he already is and how he can't wait to train together and be the most powerful family in the world

- not everything is perfectly happy though, bc now he feels more pressure to complete his plan and establish the world he wants his child to be born into

- so sometimes when he's working extra hard or is extra aggressive for no reason, you have to work at calming him down and reminding him that the best thing he can do for his child is be there for them (and the child's mother,, lol)

- sometimes he'll respond by actually listening to you and trying to make up for his absence or his aggression by being extra soft until you finally forgive him

- you never last that long, it's hard to be mad at him when he's coddling you and whispering such sweet things about he's so happy to have you and your future child

- overall, his first reaction is to swell with emotion, which he isn't used to, and so he becomes super protective but also extra lovey and you know that his overreactions are just him trying to show that he cares about you and your future child more than anything

If the pregnancy was unplanned:

- the initial reaction is pretty similar, only his state of shock lasts longer

- like i said at the beginning, he's not used to being surprised and an accidental pregnancy is so much more surprising than a planned pregnancy

- this really sucks for you bc he's not exactly known for his patience so you just kinda sit there and genuinely wonder if you're going to be a single mom or if you're going to want to deletus the fetus or something

- but then he takes a step towards you and you see how he's looking at you and you just know that that fierceness has to mean something good

- and at this point you're scared and nervous and feel so alone so tears are pricking at your eyes,, so he wipes his thumb across your cheek to wipe away tears you won't let spill

- he then whispers something really sweet about how you two are now together forever, as you should be

- it's really relieving bc you felt so alone and uncertain and he's such a smooth speaker that by the end of the night, you feel like this is a good thing

- if youre still hesitant/weighing your options, he's not above trying to (gently) manipulate you into thinking that what he wants may be the only way

- by that,, i don't mean outright tricking you bc he means everything he says, but he def is pushing the keeping the baby agenda,, especially if you're a grisha,, and even more so if you're a grisha with similar power levels to him

- he won't get angry at first bc he's not so out of touch that he's unaware of how shocking a pregnancy is to a woman who wasn't planning one,, but his patience is limited and if you fight it too much he will get mad and yell

- but unless you really don't want to have a child, it won't get to that bc he makes the idea of having a baby with him sound so perfect?? like you genuinely don't understand how he did that

- he chases away all of your worries and assures you that youre not alone and that even though it isn't planned he wouldn't rather anyone else carry his child

- the initial conversation would probably end in you two sleeping together again bc he finds the fact that you're carrying his child so attractive and bc being aware of the pregnancy makes him more possessive

- it's also a good way to fight any of your doubts

- speaking of being possessive though,, i feel like he could be a little more possessive/protective of a reader who didn't plan on getting pregnant bc your relationship has been less established

- no one sees you as anything to him and he doesn't want to start rumors now bc it's important to him that his enemies don't find out about you or his future child so he doesn't want that to change

- but he almost forgets about all of those reasons each time he sees a man get a little too close,, especially if that guy is flirty

- it takes all of his will power to not just go 'she's mine and if i wasn't worried about the stress that witnessing something violent would cause our unborn child, you'd be dead already, but if you're not gone by the time i turn around, i'll forget about caution'

- lots of close calls ngl!! at one point youre like 'if it bothers you so much, maybe you should tell someone??' and he's like 'no,, maybe,, shut up' and then you raise one eyebrow and he just closes his mouth and is like 'i mean,, i'll kiss you to shut you up, haha--dont be mad'

- youre the one that's pregnant but sometimes you think he might be the one experiencing the mood swings i swear 😭

- so your little theory gets tested,, he's not the type to gossip with his besties and be like 'guess who's officially my girlfriend, i knocked her up but it's not like it sounds--'

- so he's like ig you can tell genya

- once again genya is like ?? yall thought you were keeping that secret? couldn't be me

- but having it a little out in the open helps ease him just enough that youre actually capable of consoling him when he becomes jealous

- still though,, he's quick to go into possessive/pregnancy kink sex

- youre most def not mad about it,, unless pregnancy has you particularly sore

- he's normally pretty understanding about that and def doesn't mind pulling his weight in the bedroom when he needs

- honestly he'd be really good at being a source of calmness at the beginning, but as time goes on he becomes more and more worried about finishing his plans bc he didn't expect to have a child right now

- so he'd be more adamant about working/becoming more tense and would be more difficult to console if it was an accidental pregnancy

- when you call him out on it--or on anything while your pregnant--it's frustrating for you both bc the number one thing everyone knows is stress is bad for baby, so he's trying to keep you calm without backing down

- these argument always end with one of you clinging to the other,, and then the more angrier of the two just like shuts up, rolls their eyes, and lets go of the argument...at least for now

- the main difference between an accidental and intentional pregnancy would probably be how you perceive him,, bc an intentional pregnancy means youve talked about things but since you havent talked about anything your shocked about how soft he becomes ??

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The Lost Boys and Reader's first "feeding" (GN)

Warnings: blood, a lot of it; killing

David

David was adamant that you had to feed on a human for the first time. He was against the safe choice and giving you the blood bag. It even became an arguement between you both.

- David, I won't kill anyone, I don't want to!

- You have to, it's your nature! - all of the boys were out, knowing - when you argued, it was better for them to stay away. - You agreed to it, remember!

- I don't want to hurt people, you know that! Why are you so stubborn, there is a safer way!

- Because there can be time you don't have a safer variant, and you need to know how to feed yourself! - he screamed at you, making you shiver. He never really raised his voice, his tone was enough to get his point across. This situation was really something new. You stepped back, looking away, feeling anger at him and even a little fear. His anger thought went away as fast as it appeared at the sight of you being like this and he sighed. - Look, I just want you to be ready for anything. Yes, we have bags, yes it's safer, but... Hunters can happen, we can divide, you need to...

- Don't say that, - you asked, raising your eyes at him. - We are meant to be together forever, you said it yourself, - he smiled and came to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

- I still think so, kitten, and I won't ever let you go. But I want to be sure that you can handle the situation. Plus, how can you learn control when you haven't tried anything? You can hurt people on the Boardwalk accidentally.

- I didn't think about it that way... Sorry, - you smiled shyly, understanding his reasoning now. Maybe that was a manipulation, but at least it was logical. David just took your hand, taking you to the exit. You knew better than to expect apologies from him, but the way he held you, his eyes spoke louder than words.

You were still not used to flying, but David guided you and in a matter of minutes you were in the dunes. You saw a lonely car, hearing couple of voices inside.

- I'm gonna distract them, and you just attack. Follow your instincts, - he whispered.

- What if... - you were nervous, doubting that you won't have enough strengths.

- I'm here, kitten, - he squeezed your fingers. - Trust me, you would do fantastic, - with that he smirked at you and disappeared into the darkness. In a second you heard terrible noise of a metal. You turned your attention back to the car, seeing its turned on the side. With screams, two teenagers ran outside. You almost felt David's tug inside of you. His nudging to them, he was tempting you, almost making you do this step. You shifted on your legs and darted to one of them. The girl misstepped, falling on the ground. Her boyfriend tried to push you, but David grabbed him and took him to the darkness.

- Please, don't... - she whimpered and for a second you felt pity towards her. But you smelled it and the scent was stronger than any emotion. The big scrape on her knee, bleeding. Your mouth watered at the thought of its taste. Instincts overpowered you.

You fell from reality for some time. When you came to your senses, you still held girl in your hands, drinking the rest from her. You let her go and crawled from her. You killed a human, you had to, yes, and... You craved for more, the blood was delicious as nothing you had tasted before, but... You killed a person. You whimpered, feeling the tears swelling in the corners of your eyes. David appeared before you, closing the view of the girl with his body. He took your face in his hands and smiled a little, his face in blood too. The vampire kissed you, slowly, and hugged you, pressing your head into his chest.

- Shhh... You did great, kitten. I know you don't like it, but don't worry. We gonna find a way that you like. And I'm gonna teach you the necessary bits. You liked the taste?.. Yeah, that what's important. I'm gonna take care of you. You are safe with me, love.

Dwayne

He was patient. Maybe even more than he should be. David was tensed, watching you as a halfling around them. He had enough of Star already, now there were you. But you had Dwayne, who had your back and didn't let David do something about it.

- I love you so much, you know? - you looked up to Dwayne, raising your head from his chest. He smiled at you, taking your hand in his and raising it to his lips, kissing your fingers gently.

- I love you more. Don't argue, that's a fact! - he warned you, making you laugh. You looked at him for a minute, taking in his beautiful features. You got yourself such perfect man, with great patience, calmness... You couldn't be more happy that he chose you as well and you were together. Almost forever now. But that "almost"...

- I want to... - you started but stopped not knowing how to say the rest. - I think I'm ready for trying... You know, blood.

- You sure? - he simply asked. You bit your lips and nodded. Dwayne looked at you very intently, as if he didn't trust you, and then nodded with a smile. - Alright. Let's go, we have some time before the sunrise, - he stood up from the couch and helped you up, taking you with him. You followed him to the exit, squeezing his fingers, then to the sky, where he had to hold you close to him, you still could fall.

- Dwayne... - you called out to him, not trusting your voice now. He only gripped you harder, letting you know he heard you. - I... I want it, but I don't want to... Do this, you know?

- Kill? - one simple word made you shiver. You nodded and he guided you to the ground. You landed in a forest, and you looked away. - Hey, - he said normally. - It's alright. You don't have to. We have blood bags if you would like it, or I can hunt for you. You don't have to force yourself, - he kissed your forehead and hugged you. You sighed.

- I want to try it so I know what it is. I want to... Try it from human, but... Playing them, hunting them, hear their screams... - you shivered. Dwayne pulled away a little to look into your eyes. - It doesn't make sense, isn't it?

- I can bring one to you and we would see if you would like it or not, how does that sound? - you nodded, agreeing to his plan. This would exclude the fact of a hunting and... Maybe make it easier for your conscience. He smiled and kissed you on the forehead. - I'll return soon, - he flew off, leaving you alone.

You were nervous. You were sure you made the right choice, but you couldn't imagine drinking blood from a living being. And you knew you contradicted yourself by saying you didn't want to kill people but agreeing to drink from one of them. You just didn't want to hear their screams, run after them... The feeling of playing with them, hunting them was still foreign to you.

Dwayne landed with a thump and threw a body to your legs. You shivered, seeing bruised and already bitten man. Dwayne himself was in blood. He took your hand and lowered with you to the man.

- He's unconscious, so he won't feel a thing, - he promised, softly nudging you to start. You looked in his dark, expectant eyes and sighed. You decided everything, yes, you should do that. So you bent to the man, smelling his blood on the skin. The hunger burned your throat and you acted on your instincts.

You bit the man, taking a sip of his blood and then... You just couldn't stop yourself. Warm, tasty liquid hit your throat and you couldn't think about anything else. You just drank it, even when the man woke up and tried to get away, you just held him harder.

Dwayne called out to you, stopping you, and pulled you away from the body. You looked between him and yourself, licking the rest from your lips.

- I killed him... I did bad, yes? I didn't want to, I...

- You did perfect, princex. He had been dead from the moment I chose him, so don't beat yourself about it. What's important, that you were able stop, when I asked you to. You gonna make a great vampire, even if I'm gonna hunt for you forever. It would be honour for me, love...

Paul

You laughed, swirling around with Paul. The concert was loud, sand was still hot from the day, but you didn't think about it. You felt freedom from everything, strange light feeling inside of you and overall happiness.

Paul turned you only couple of days ago, David still was grumpy about the fact that he did that without talking with coven. Paul turned you with his blood, and David thought it would be better if they took their sire's. You didn't care, you just enjoyed every moment, being with Paul now and forever. You didn't think about drinking blood even. It would happen eventually anyway.

- What about some cocktail, babe? - Paul screamed, pressing you into him, so you would hear him, even though your hearing was now better.

- Love it, - you nodded, and he lead you to the outskirts of the crowd, still dancing to the rhythm. You smiled when he kissed you.

- Be back soon, - he waved a little, going to the bar. You followed him with your gaze, but stayed here. Paul was not the best in mind controlling, but he still could get them to do what he wanted. With you by his side... Not that much, he would be distracted very easily.

You swayed to the music for a while, smiling. You felt free, you felt great, just on top of the world. It was like taking a breath of fresh air after a stuffy place. You had never thought that immortality would come with such great feelings. You turned your head to the bar and... Froze as you saw some girl near Paul.

You could see her smile, while Paul waited for your drinks. The wave of hot fury, unfamiliar to you till this moment, washed over you. You watched from afar as she tried to press into Paul but he only laughed and swirled her away. If he just pushed her back, it would have gotten the attention, but still... Being a little drunk, she stumbled away from him, but you still saw her. Something in you made you follow her, and you did just that, forgetting all about your fun together.

You went straight after her, wishing nothing more for her, but to stay alone from the crowd. You didn't even fully processed what were you doing exactly, just going after her, as she went to the alone dark place near the docks, swaying a little.

One step, two, three, you fastened your pace and grabbed her by shoulder. She managed to curse at you before you pushed her into the nearest post and growled at her. She became more pale and struggled, maybe even sobered a little, but you didn't care. You did everything on instincts, biting into her shoulder. She tried to took away what was yours, so you wanted to make her suffer.

- Baby? Babe... Oh shit, babe! - Paul grabbed your shoulders, trying to rip you away from her. - Babe let go! Babe! - you growled only more, attracted to the taste now more. - Y/N! - this somehow brought you to your senses and you stumbled back, leaning back on Paul. The girl fell to the ground, while you looked at your boyfriend a little dumbfounded.

- What... What did I do?..

- You fed. On a girl who flirted with me, - he shrugged as if it was the most normal thing out there. You shivered, looking at your hands and at the body.

- There are people around, what... - you panicked for a second, but Paul quickly hugged you and kissed on a cheek.

- You need to calm down, I'll deal with the body. Plus it's dark out here, and while I hide everything so David wouldn't be mad at us, you can wash everything in the ocean.

- You are so calm about it... - at this he scoffed and pecked you on your lips, licking some blood off and took the body.

- Babe, you are now turned, you will always be with me, I am excited over the moon, but! If I don't deal with this, David will hang us both by the toes, so... I wouldn't risk it. When I return though, I would need to make out with you for couple of hours, you are hot, when jealous... What? I killed like three guys, who hit on you, it's okay. Now go wash yourself before I join you in naked swimming.

Marko

You were nervous. You were turned not in the best moment. Well, yes, every second of the time spent with Marko was perfect, you enjoyed it, but... You both apparently were very dumb. As you decided that now, when the hunters decided to show up in Santa-Carla, was a good time for your transformation

You had been in the state of halfling for a while now, it had been a month totally, maybe more. But even Max didn't tell you that you should feed and fully turn as soon as possible. He actually hid and practically didn't leave his house. Boys had to be careful, they had their share of blood, bags and bottles of it, saved especially for the moments like this, but they still were very self-confident, thinking no one could touch them.

Of course you were worried about them. You hoped they would take care of themselves, while taking blood for the future. The had been careful this whole time, there shouldn't be a mistake. And you, though not joining them yet, waited for them at their bikes near bonfire where they poured themselves bottles of "snacks" for future. Marko called you to him numerous times when feeding, but you refused every time, fighting your urges. He was confused and not understanding.

- You already agreed to turn, sugar, why not feed? - he whined, sitting on his bike.

- I don't want yet. Don't worry, I won't escape from you, - you smiled, hugging him from behind.

You kept your promise. You didn't. You just got caught. One of the hunters apparently was a genius and noticed you in the company of "strange guys" and decided to play smart mastermind. Though... They still got mistaken.

- How many times should I tell you that I don't know what you're talking about, - you repeated, tired of sitting tied down to the chair. The hunters were as stubborn as Marko when you offered to take care of his hair for him. And you were tired, as you wanted to sleep in the day and you had to sleep. But here you were, deprived of your sleep and in the house of a hunters who wanted your boyfriend and friends dead.

- You don't see? They are using you as a blood bag! And when their resource of blood is gone, they gonna come to us, right into the trap. After that you will be saved! - yes, they thought you were a human. You guessed it was better than if they thought you were a vampire, you couldn't fight with all of them, but it was tiring.

- You are stuck record. I tell you I don't know what you're talking about, what blood bag? Are you crazy? Well, we're in Santa-Carla, I think that makes sense...

- Hush... I heard something... - he turned to the door, listening intently. The sun already went down, so you thought who could that be, but you prayed to everything you knew that Marko and boys wouldn't get into the trap. Plus you still tried to escape, slowly loosing the ropes.

- What, no bravery? You've been telling me for like two hours of how brave of a person you are, - you scoffed, making him look at you. You tried to distract him from possible appearance of the boys. You were sure they would appear, just didn't know when. You stopped with the ropes as he got closer.

- I don't know how strong their power over you is, but I'm trying to help you. So don't tease me. I can easily give you out to them, - you nervously laughed, feeling something different in you, like evil mocking of him. - What's so funny?

- The fact that you thought of catching me, but... Didn't think of who I am... - you finally loosed the ropes enough to get yourself free and threw yourself on him. Out of instincts you bit him, hearing his screams. He was strong, very strong, thrashing in your hands around, but the moment you tried the blood, you understood the delight of the hunt Marko described to you...

- Y/N?!! - there he was. You raised your head when Marko bursted through the door, covered in blood and angry. Seeing you, he darted to you, grabbing you in his hands. You hugged him back, relieved to see him.

- Marko, are you okay? He told something about the trap, are you...

- You are bleeding and you asking me if I am okay? - you looked at him confused and then lowered your eyes to your stomach. The hunter stabbed you with a stake, but you were so excited about his blood, that you just didn't feel the pain. - Just don't panic, we're gonna help you.

- You are telling me I am wounded and at the same time not to panic? - you laughed nervously, mimicking his tone, while Marko sighed, pulling the stake out of you. You let out a cry, leaning on Marko. He supported you and kissed you on the cheek.

- It's not that bad. You tried the blood, it's... I'm so excited, but... Let's get you cleaned up first and... PAUL, DON'T EAT HIM, Y/N NEED IT. Let's go, I'm gonna show you everything, sugar, but you won't go out alone. Ever. Again. I won't survive another your disappearance.

Michael

To say you were close with Michael is to say nothing. You both built your relationship, because you stood close to each other. Him being turned because of some masterplan, but still not fully. And you, being turned by Dwayne, who found you after some car crash, dying from the wounds. But again, not fully.

Michael saw their feeding, he didn't want to kill people. Star gave up to temptation not so long ago, so you both were the onle ones who still resisted. And it's not that the boys hated you for that or despised you, no. They just were more close to the same people as themselves. And you were you.

- It was that nasty? - you asked when you and Michael went out on the Boardwalk.

- Not... Very pleasant, I would say, - he chuckled nervously. - Don't think about it, they won't force it on us.

- Say that to David, he seemed pretty stubborn, - you added, holding his hand. Michael brought it to his face and kissed your fingers.

- I won't let that happen, Y/N, I promise it to you, - he said in a tone that was very serious. And how could you not believe this puppy eyes. You nodded and you turned the corner to the shops. The alley was dark, perfect place for crime,so you weren't that surprised when some punks blocked your way out.

- Well, well, well... what do we have here? - almost sang one of them, giving you one of the dirtiest looks you ever saw. Even Paul was more subtle with his horniness.

- Two very pissed off persons, if you don't move, - you answered, while Michael tugged you behind him. You knew he did that out of pure instinct, but still was wondering - did he think you can't fight?

- Careful, guys, they bite, - they laughed at that. You didn't have the time to answer, as they got at it, punching Michael and separating you from him. Couple of punches got to you too, as they pushed you to the wall. Michael screamed your name, but you almost didn't hear it, smelling his blood in air. - What, in a loss of words? - the stranger smirked, pulling out a knife. - Money, or this pretty boyfriend of yours is going to be gutted

You sighed deeply, wanted to have an idea how to get from this situation without any losses. There were five of them. And two of you, halflings with control problems and longing for blood. Should you call out to the boys? No, they were at the cave, at best it would take them ten, maybe five minutes to come. And your connection with them weren't the best, as you weren't part of the coven yet.

- I'm talking to you, shit, - he swung the blade and cut your cheek. Michael's screams suddenly became quieter for you, and you looked at them. They looked almost different to you now, as if you didn't see their faces. "When you begin to hunt, their faces erase from your memory. They become no one to you. Just blood," - you remembered Dwayne's words. Apparently, your face morphed, as the guy stepped back, making you growl.

You weren't the only one, you heard another growl and the guy near you, holding you, was swapped in a fast speed. You heard scream and disgusting sound of almost munching. You listened to your instincts, grabbing the other one, sinking your fangs into his throat.

In a minutes you were the only one standing there. Thanks to the fact that they were paralyzed by fear, they didn't run away. As you realised the situation, you turned to Michael

- Are you alright? - you asked, and he nodded, pale as never before, and touched your cheek with healing cut. - I'm too.

- We killed them, - he whispered almost shocked.

- Yeah... You were right, it looks disgusting, - you chuckled nervously, though he still wasn't smiling. - But we had no choice and... That would have happened sooner or later, - he looked at you and hugged you tightly.

- Still it's awful. When I saw him with a knife... I would do that again. Not because of blood, though it is tasty, David was right. But I would do that a thousand times again if I could protect you again. But this... Gosh, we need to hide it, but first don't let me go, I was so afraid for you...

Star

She was perfect. In any questions. Beautiful, witty, funny, smart and very brave. Of course you fell for her. You still wondered how could she choose you, not so perfect. But she didn't care. She held you close when telling you their secret. She found her peace in you, when she finally turned. You were her anchor.

And when David decided it was time for you to go the same way, you found the peace and comfort in her. You wanted to be with her forever, of course. Wanted to spent the rest of eternity with her, smiling and kissing each other all nights long. But...

- What? - David asked as if he didn't hear anything. You knew he gave you time to rethink your words, having an excellent hearing, but you didn't back down.

- I don't want to hunt people and kill them, - you repeated, not knowing yourself, where you found this bravery. You felt Star near you gripped your shoulder, but didn't turn to her.

- Silly, you are vampire, - Marko laughed. - It's like what we do!

- Or what, you gonna exchange people for bags now? - Paul added. - Careful, Star, they could choose something else, - they both laughed. You almost stepped to them, irritated with their jokes, but Star put her hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

- You will hunt and feed, Y/N, whether you want it or not, - David scoffed. - Don't you want to be with Star forever? - your bravery suddenly went away.

- Let's go, - the girl pulled you away from them to her nest. You were silent. Should you really stepped over you for staying with Star forever? You wanted it, you just didn't want to be like them, laughing at others' pain, sufferings and hunting them.

You sat with her on her bed. She looked at you intently, not saying anything. You kissed her on a cheek and smiled weakly, as if trying to convince her that everything was okay, but she didn't buy this.

- Tell me what's on your mind, - she asked, pulling you to her. You put your head on her knees and looked at her.

- I should do that, right? I just... I need time. I don't want to lose you, but...

- Hey, don't panic, - she stroked your hair, smiling softly at you. - You won't lose me. Ever. I would like you to turn, but only when you would be ready. The boys are just assholes and... I think they forgot about human feelings. The most part of it. They still care, just... Not for others.

- Yes, but... Even when I would want to turn, I would have to take somebody's life, it's the only way, right? - you looked at her, as Star averted her gaze. - That's what I thought. I have to step over myself, but I'm just not ready.

- I have an idea, - she answered suddenly. - But you need to tell me when you're ready. It won't involve you killing anyone, I promise.

- Star, David made it very obvious, I need to hunt. Because... I need to exist here somehow, I can't just not to feed. Even if only for the transformation, I can't be hungry forever.

- I haven't gone to the hunt since the turning, - she simply answered. - Never noticed it? - you looked at her a little puzzled, because you couldn't understand how. As she really didn't go anywhere, she spent time with you or on the Boardwalk. You just never noticed.

- I am ready at any moment if that doesn't involve killing, - you blurted out before thinking. Star smiled at you and pecked your lips. She carefully stood up, laying you on the bed, and disappeared. You waited not for long, burying your nose in the coverings of her nest, just to feel her smell and to relax.

- Here, - she sat on the bed and gave you the bottle. You looked at it questionably, sitting as well. - It's blood. Dwayne is helping me with it, so we are not wasting their safe stash.

- But... Can I turn from this? I mean, everyone made such a big deal of the hunt, - you opened the bottle and sniffed it. You were hit with sweet scent and froze for a second, closing your eyes.

- This is human blood and... If we can eat it, why can't you turn with it? I thought it is a good idea, you don't have to kill anyone and still we turn you.

- It is... - you answered as if you were in some haze. You were enveloped by the smell and you were almost hypnotized by it. You took the bottle to your lips and made a sip. In a minute you drank the whole thing, licking your lips hungrily after.

- Y/N? - you looked up at Star. She looked... Strangely tensed up, but her gaze was still soft.

- Why didn't you tell me that it is so good? It's like... It's the best thing in the world! - you almost laughed, while Star still sat tensed.

- You sound like them, it's creepy, - she chuckled nervously, and you stopped, putting away the bottle.

- Star, you... Aren't afraid of me, are you? - you looked at her expectantly.

- I... You look the same, but that excitement in your voice... - she looked away. You took her hands, moving closer to her.

- Sweetheart, nothing changed! I am still the same, it's just... I didn't expect it to be so good, you know, doubts of a human. I won't go out and just kill every person I met on my way, you know that, right? - she looked at you and kissed you in the lips, pressing herself into you.

- I love you, baby. Don't change. I worry sometimes, that this life will tear us apart, but... I want to be with you forever. So please... Please don't change. At least not alone...

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Pretty Things Don’t Need To Think

Kuroo decides he's had enough of his smart, independent girlfriend. He wants her to be his good little housewife instead.

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Fem!Reader

Contains: 18+ oh boy... dubcon, big dick kuroo, dumbifciation, misogyny, manhandling, oral sex (deepthroating), pee in vee sex, degradation, manipulation, pwp, breath play, mouth spitting, creampie, thigh riding, slapping, spit, porn watching, crybaby reader but kuroo is a meanie so :3

Word count: 4.6k

Notes: my first time writing smut n it’s mindlessly self-indulgent i just had this weirdly specific fantasy that i need to get out byeee

Kuroo loved the fact that you were smart. He loved the fact that you could debate and argue with him for hours on the most obscure topics. He love that you were always interested in his nerdy rambles and he found it adorable that you would sometimes go off on your own nerdy rambles. When he met you, he was so used to fucking brainless bimbos that he was surprised to find a girl that he both wanted to sleep with and have a conversation with. Your intellect was one of the many reasons he wanted to pursue a relationship with you beyond sex. One of the many reasons why he planned on marrying you.

Kuroo also loathed the fact that you were smart. Not loathed exactly. He just hated your stupid fucking degree. He hated the fact that it demanded so much of your time and energy that you sometimes had to put your studies before him. You wanted to be doctor, always wanted to apparently. You wanted it so bad he felt a little ashamed for how much it annoyed him.

But he didn’t understand it. You were going to be the wife of Kuroo Tetsurou, President of the Japan Volleyball Association. Is that not enough of an achievement?

You didn’t seem to think so.

Now Kuroo’s not a misogynist by any means. If he were, he wouldn’t even let you get this stupid degree. He doesn’t want you to be some mindless Stepford Wife who only cooks and cleans and says “Yes, dear” “No, dear.” Of course he believes in equal rights and all that bullshit but he just doesn’t see any reason for you to work. Financially, there’s no need. More importantly, as his wife you would be too busy taking care of him, his home and his children for you to even thinking about having a job. He would let you get this degree purely for you to soothe your own ego, so you could feel like you’ve accomplished something.

And this is the fucking thanks he gets.

Coming home every day to see you hunched over the dining room table, 4 different textbooks open, papers scattered everywhere. He works hard every day to make a comfortable life for the two of you but asking to come home to a clean apartment and dinner on the stove is too much to ask apparently.

You don’t even register that he’s in the room until he places two large warm hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump, quickly soothed with a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hi baby” he mutters against your scalp, gently massaging your shoulders.

“Hmm. Hi Tetsurou.” you turn your head to look at him, eyes bloodshot and bleary from staring at your computer all day. “How was your day?”

“Same old.” He places a chaste kiss on your lips. “How’s it going here? Are we winning?” He glances at your notes, Intercranial mass lesions. Subarachnoid Haemorrhage. Spontaneous Intracerebral Haemorrhage. He wonders why you do this to yourself. Pretty things like you shouldn’t have to think.

You groan. “Not at all. This neuro final is gonna kick my ass.”

He chuckles, hands gently massaging your shoulders. “You say that every time and every time you ace it baby.” Instead of asking you where his dinner is, he asks “Have you eaten today? What do you want for dinner?”

“ I’m not hungry Tetsu. You can order whatever you like.” He clenches his jaw in irritation. You can’t even be bothered to give him your full attention for 10 minutes? The man who works so hard so that you can afford to sit at home and study the whole day?

No.

He’ll get your attention one way or another.

“Angel,” he drops his voice an octave or two, leaning down so his mouth is pressed right against the shell of your ear. “How about you take a break yeah? Wanna help you relax.” He starts to kiss your neck. He hears your breath hitch. He’s got you. “You worked so hard today plus I reaaaaally miss you.”

With that he begins to leave wet kisses on your neck, feeling you melt into him. His hands move away from your shoulders, gently groping at your chest.

You suddenly go rigid. “Tetsu, not right now.” He doesn’t want you to know how pissed he is but he can’t help it, he groans in frustration. “I’m sorry,” you mutter weakly “I really need to get through these last 3 chapters.”

“Yeah right. Got it.” He storms off with a huff. He’s furious. Your little studious shtick has been nothing more than an irritation for him. But this is too far. He hasn’t come in a month, since you started prep for finals. You’ve been too busy to take care of him. You suggested porn and he laughed in your face. Why would he jerk off when you have a perfectly good pussy? Don’t be ridiculous.

“Tetsurou don’t be mad please.”

“Not mad baby. Keep studying. That’s important to you right?” He’s not convincing anyone but you don’t have the time or energy to engage.

You let out a heavy sigh before turning back to your laptop, falling back into studying like the whole interaction never happened. It made him even angrier. How you couldn’t care less about him right now.

“Just gonna watch some TV. That okay with you, love?” He says sounding sickly sweet, almost sarcastic. If you notice, you don’t make any mention of it.

“Mmhm. Just keep it down please.” You don’t even bother to fucking look at him.

You don’t wanna pay attention to him? You want him to just jerk off? Fine then, have it your way. Kuroo throws himself down on the couch as he rips off his tie with a little more force than necessary.

This is petty.

He makes quick work of the buttons of his dress shirt.

This is childish.

He quickly unbuckles his belt and pulls his slacks down just far enough to take his soft dick out of his boxers.

This is your fault.

You pushed him to do this.

He takes his phone and uses his internet browser to take him to the first porn site he can think of. He doesn’t really care about the kind of video so “Busty blonde slut gets destroyed” seems like a good a choice as any. He clicks on the video and sets up his phone to mirror on the TV screen. With the volume about as loud as it can go, he presses play.

The loud exaggerated moans and gagging startle you. Your head shoots up and you see your boyfriend, lidded gaze fixed on the flat screen TV in front of him. He’s panting, letting out little moans. You crane your neck to see what he’s watching and you see on the TV a bleach blonde girl with massive tits being an absolute trooper as she gets facefucked relentlessly.

“Kuroo, what the fuck?” God he hates when you call him by his last name mostly because you only do that when you’re really annoyed at him.

“Hm? What is it baby?” Now it’s his turn to not even glance in your direction. He’s too focused on the way the girl on screen’s throat is bulging as the man thrusts into her mouth. Maybe he should watch porn more often.

“What are you doing?” He can hear the irritation building in your voice. He hears the chair scrape along the hardwood floor as you stand up to get a better look at him. He knows you can see exactly what he’s doing now.

He smirks, turning to look at you for just a split second before his attention is back to being on screen. “Watching ah fuck watching TV”. He starts to stroke himself faster now, knowing you’re watching him. He’s a little embarrassed by how turned on he is. Cock already rock hard, his tip bright red and shiny from leaking so much pre-cum.

“Do you have to do… that… here? I can’t concentrate.” You clench your fists and your sides.

Oh you’re pissed. But this isn’t exactly the reaction he wants from. He’ll make it work though.

“Not my problem babe. Shit.” He takes his free hand down to play with his swollen balls and god, if he weren’t so determined to dump this load inside you he might have come right then and there.

“Kuroo!” You shout. He’s still not looking at you. How could he when the girl on the screen is getting absolutely railed. He only hears the sound of your barefeet on the hardwood floor as you storm over to the couch. He’s not sure what your plan was when you decided to come over here, but it doesn’t even matter anymore because the second you’re close enough he yanks you by your wrist and forces you into his lap.

“Tetsu!” You thrash and struggle in his hold but it’s no use. He’s bigger and stronger than you.

He wraps his arm around your neck, pulling you into a chokehold. “Oh I’m Tetsu now?” he laughs bitterly

“Let me go! Please!” You still haven’t given up getting out of this, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Shut up. I want you to watch this.” He’s forcing you to look at the screen now. “Look at that yeah? Look at how she’s taking that big cock.”

A hard palm strikes you across your cheek. “Stop squirming and watch.”

The blonde woman is bent over a coffee table while the man behind her rams his dick into her without abandon. Kuroo can’t decide if he finds her whining hot or annoying.

“Looks like it feels good huh babe?” His head is buried in the crook of your neck. “Wanna make you feel good like that.” He places a quick kiss to your temple before pulling your t-shirt over your head, your bare chest now exposed to the cool air.

“Tetsu please.”

“Please what baby?”

Please let me go.

But the way he’s hands are gripping at your breasts, pulling and twisting your nipples, you can’t form any words. Only whimpers.

“Please make you feel good? That what you want baby?” He whispers as he slots his thigh between your legs.

“Yeah yeah please Tetsu.”

Kuroo has turned his focus onto your neck. Harsh sucks, leaving bruises and bite marks in his wake. He wants to laugh at how pathetic you are. Just a few minutes ago, you were adamant on ignoring his presence and now you’re writhing in his lap begging you to touch him.

“Really? I thought you needed to study.”

“No no no Tetsu, only need you.” Just a quickie. You’re both pent up. 10… 15 minutes tops. Then you’ll go back to studying. That’s what you tell yourself.

“That’s right baby.” He grips your hips and grinds you down on to his thigh. “I know exactly what you need.” You take your cue from him and begin riding his thigh, neurology notes long forgotten as he goes back to assaulting your neck. The combination of the sensation of your clothed clit rubbing against his thigh and visual stimulation of the explicit content on your TV makes you dizzy with pleasure.

Your movements become frantic. You’re practically humping his leg at this point. He knows you’re close which is why he wraps one arm around your torso, pulling you back into his chest.

“Baby please.” You whine. Oh, you’re really crying now.

“Oh angel, you were gonna come just from that? Just from humping my thigh and watching some other bitch get eaten out? My angel must be so pent up huh?”

You can’t do anything except whimper and nod.

“Mmhm yeah my baby has been working too hard. Thinking too much. You’re too cute for that you know baby.”

You keep nodding, no idea what you’re actually agreeing to, too busy keening at the praise. You keep trying to move your hips but he just tightens his hold.

“It’s okay though baby I know how to take care of you. Your man knows how to turn off that little brain of yours.”

His hand slides into you shorts, fingers pressing on to your clit over the top of your soaked panties. The moan you let out might rival the porn star on screen, who now by the way, is riding the face of her co-star while she sucks his cock.

He slips his other hand into your panties and starts rubbing quick “Yeah that’s it. Feel good babe?” You melt into his chest. “Yes Tetsu! So good!”

Kuroo pushes his long middle finger into your dripping hole. So tight and warm, he has to bite back a moan of his own. A few slow pumps, before he lets his index finger enter you as well. He’s done going slow now, he starts fucking you with his fingers, thumb brushing over your clit every now and then.

You were so close before, it takes almost no effort on Kuroo’s part to get you there again. You throw your head back on to his shoulder, muscles tensing in anticipation of your impending release. “Tets- gonna cum, gonna cu-“ The second you feel the waves of your orgasm crash on to you, Kuroo has his hands off you entirely, reaching for the remote and turning off the explicit movie.

Ruined. He ruined your orgasm.

You open your eyes and you see Kuroo looking every bit the smug bastard and your own teary eyed reflection in the black screen. “Tetsurou… Why? Why would you-“ You can’t even get the sentence out before he delivers a harsh smack to your clit.

“You think you deserve to come?” A large hand wraps tight around your throat as he lets out a humourless laugh. “You’re stupider than I thought.”

“No Tetsu ‘m not stupid” You manage to rasp out but that just makes him squeeze even tighter.

“What was that? I thought I heard a stupid bitch say something.”

You claw at his had trying to get air into your lungs but Kuroo doesn’t budge.

“Please! Sorry! Please!” is all you can manage to get out. Just as you start to see spots, Kuroo lets go.

Airways burning, you sputter out a “thank you” but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care. “You’re sorry? Show me how fucking sorry you are.” He’s shoves you on to the floor unceremoniously.

While Kuroo removes his slacks and boxers, you try to compose yourself. You know what’s coming but first you need to stop coughing and stop crying. After a minute of deep breathing, you open your eyes and find yourself face to face with Kuroo’s monster cock.

And you’re not exaggerating. The thing is terrifying. Long and girthy, the biggest you’ve ever seen. He’s unbelievably hard with bulging veins, the tip almost purple with arousal. You’re mesmerised by it.

Perhaps the only thing scarier than his dick right now is the man attached to it. He’s staring down at you with so much condescension, small smirk playing on his lips. He wraps his hand around his thick base. “You good princess? Get to it.” He tuts.

You place one of your hands on his throbbing member as you tentatively stick out your tongue to lick at his tip where pre-cum is dribbling out. You slowly start to stroke him up and down as you swirl your tongue around the head. Kuroo is being kind, letting you go slow. If you think he’s doing this for your benefit, you’re mistaken. He wants to take his time with this. More importantly, he’s got about a month’s worth of cum stored up in his balls and he wants to make sure that every single drop goes inside your little cunt.

You take what you can fit (just less than half) into your mouth, lips stretched wide around his dick, the head is poking at the back of your throat while your hands work the rest of his shaft. You look up at him with wide, apologetic eyes. He can tell by the way you’re looking at him you want him to know how sorry you are.

It’s cute.

He grabs you by your hair and pulls you off of him. ”Aw baby, that’s it? I thought you were sorry.”

A mixture of saliva and pre-cum dribbles down your chin. “Tetsu I am sorry. I’m so sorry!” You whimper.

“Yeah?” Kuroo whispers. His grip on your hair tightens as he tilts your head up to look at him. You stare up at your boyfriend, as he bends down to kiss you. Again, it’s surprisingly gentle but is quickly contrasted with the way he uses the other hand to grab your face, squeezing harshly to make you pucker your lips and keep your mouth open.

He smiles down at you, almost lovingly before he puckers his lips as well, letting a fat glob of spit drop from his mouth into yours.

It’s gross. It’s degrading. It’s cruel.

And that’s why you swallow it down almost immediately, without being asked.

“Good girl” He whispers and gives you a kiss on the nose as a reward. The simple praise shoots straight to your pussy and now you’re greedy for more.

Kuroo leans back and assumes his previous position but this time flexing his elbows and putting his hands behind his head. He’s still wearing his dress shirt, unbuttoned so you can admire his delicious torso. Toned and tanned with the trail of dark hair running all the way to his groin. He looks completely relaxed with his eyes closed and for a moment you find yourself enamored by how stunning he is. How stunning your man is. You want to please him now more than ever. You want him to call you his good girl again. You steady yourself on your knees and prepare for the task at hand

You start off with a few shallow bobs on his cock. Then you take a deep breath through your nose before taking as much of him in your throat as you can. “Holy shit.” He breathes out. His hips thrust up reflexively while you try to suppress your own reflex, trying to keep him has deep as possible for as long as possible. You’ve had lots of practice deepthroating your boyfriend’s dick but somehow it hasn’t gotten any easier.

You pull off of him but not completely, just enough to open up your airway to let much needed air into your burning lungs. You twist your hands around the exposed part of him. You look up at him and he’s giving you that fond smile again and it makes your heart swell in your chest. It’s all the motivation you need to take him back into your throat. Again you take him as far as you can but there’s still a good inch or so that you can’t take no matter how hard you try.

“Aw baby you need some help?” Kuroo coos from above you. You look up at him with big watery eyes and nod as best you can with his dick lodged in your oesophagus. He lets out a hum. “Anything for my baby.” He places one of his large hands on the back of your head and pushes you down until your nose meets his pelvis.

Your throat muscles are spasming around the impossibly large, impossibly deep intrusion but Kuroo keeps you there, seemingly reveling in your gags. Your drool dribbles from your lips, down his balls on to the black leather of the couch. You try breathing through your nose but you struggle. However, your discomfort is completely eclipsed by Kuroo’s moans and grunts. If it makes him feel good you’ll keep him in there as long as he wants. You’ll let him thrust into your mouth until he comes if he so choses.

Lucky for you, that’s not what he wants tonight.

You pulls you off his dick by once again but slowly this time. He watches the string of drool that connects your lips and drags you away until it snaps. He take his heavy shaft and slaps it against your right cheek. You let out a gasp and a smirk starts to play on his lips. Before you know it he’s smacking and dragging his cock all over your face, covering you in a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum. “God damn. Prettiest fuckin’ girl in the world right here on her knees for me.” He says as he leans back to admire his handiwork. “Open” he says. You obey without hesitation and he spits in your mouth again.

You swallow eagerly. “Thank you Tetsuro.” Your throat feels raw but you smile at him, absolutely giddy, nonetheless.

“Get up here, pretty girl.” Kuroo helps you to your feet and shimmy out of your bottoms before guiding you on to his lap so you’re straddling him. Immediately two of his fingers are inside you again, your slick cunt offering no resistance whatsoever. “You know angel, I’m still not sure how sorry you actually are.” He’s scissoring his fingers, stretching out your walls. If he were a different man, he’d thrust into you right now without any prep but he sees how fucked out you already are, there’s no need to punish you any further. His fingers move at a tortuous pace, squelching as he thrusts them in and out of you.

You’re panting. “Anything, I’ll do anything.”

The slow drag of his fingers grazing that spot inside you as he pulls out makes your eyes flutter shut. When you open them again, Kuroo is holding the same fingers in front of your face. Your boyfriend keeps is hazel eyes locked on yours as he sticks out his tongue to lick up the arousal soaking his digits.

“Hmm ‘course you will.” He slaps his fat cockhead on your sensitive clit making you squeal.

He drags his tip from your clit to your dripping slit over and over again getting it nice and wet.

You chant “Tetsu please” like some twisted prayer. You desperately want to make up for your earlier ruined orgasm.

“Wanna see you bounce on my cock, angel.”

You oblige him wordlessly, taking hold of his shaft and lining in him up with your entrance. You slowly lower yourself on to him wincing at the way he stretches you out. The prep was minimal and his fingers are no match for the size of his cock. You have to stop to breathe and blink away tears. You lift up your hips and lower yourself down slowly again, taking a little more of him inside you. You repeat the process a couple more times.

As much as watching your struggle to take his cock strokes his ego, Kuroo is growing bored. It’s time to take matters into his own hands.

Kuroo grips your hips and takes you by surprise as he thrusts up into you, making you take the whole thing. You let out a shrill cry as the tip of his cock nudges at your cervix. A heavy smack lands on your ass. “I said bounce angel.”

“So big Tetsu fuck. So big.” You whine as he pulls you up, before he sheaths his dick fully inside you, making you shriek for a second time.

God you could be such a crybaby sometimes. You were starting to piss him off again. He pulls out of you completely and says “Turn around.”

“Tetsu no please! Wanna see you.” You pout, your eyes welling up with tears.

Another smack. This time across your face. You reach up to touch the sore skin on your cheek, it feels hot. “Don’t talk back to me you stupid slut.”

You whimper but obey his command. You don’t want Kuroo to be angry at you.

“Now sit on it.” He spanks you another time before gripping your ass and guiding his cock into you until your ass meets his groin.

Playtime is over.

Kuroo slips his hands under your thighs, grabbing the back of your knees and folding your body in half. Now he’s really fucking you. His thrusts are rough, cock knocking against your cervix repeatedly as he sinks himself into your sopping cunt over and over again. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass and the squelching of your dripping pussy make for the lewdest symphony you’ve ever heard.

“Tetsurou ‘m close. Please” you cry. The way his dick is rubbing against your sweet spot means you won’t last long.

“No.”

Despite his denial, he doesn’t ease up on his thrusts. You’re trying to concentrate on holding back your orgasm but honestly you can’t concentrate on anything except Kuroo pistoning his fat cock in and out of you.

“Look at you.” You see your reflection in the black TV screen. “You see that?” He gives one particularly hard thrust to emphasise his point. “Fucked stupid huh?”

“Yeah Tetsu Yeah.” It’s no mirror but you can see all that you need to. You see your boyfriend using your body like a fleshlight, thrusting up into you at a relentless pace. You see your cunt split open on his cock. You see yourself being completely and utterly owned by him.

“My girl is such a fucking whore huh? My own personal porn star.”

“Need to cum nnggh let me cum please.” You’re teetering so close to the edge and Kuroo’s filthy mouth is not helping your situation in the slightest.

“Why should I let you cum hm? You’re so good when you’re desperate. Think I should keep you like this.”

“Please Tetsu. Please. Wanna be good! Wanna be your good girl Testu! Wanna take care of you! Please.”

He likes the way that sounds.

His good girl. His wife. His. His. His.

“Cum for me angel. Cum. Right now.” He says, lips pressed against your ear.

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. With the way he’s pounding his dick into your tight little pussy you have no choice but to spiral into orgasm. Your pussy spasms around his cock, pulling him deeper inside you. The hot coil in your tummy that’s been building unravels and the bliss hits you so hard you see starts. Kuroo keeps fucking up into you as you cream around him. As you come down, you go limp in his arms. That doesn’t stop him from using you though.

His grip around your thighs tightens and that’s how you know he’s getting close. “You gonna be a good girl for me? You gonna take this fat fucking load? Yeah? Take all of it deep in your cunt?” He growls right into your ear.

“Tetsu gimme pleasepleaseplease” You beg him as you cry from overstimulation, barely able to form the words.

“Take it. Take it. Fuck!” He growls as he shoots his load right into your tight, gooey pussy. You feel his hot cum fill up your womb and the sensation is so overwhelming it makes you go cross-eyed, tongue lolling out of your mouth. He grunts, still rutting into you through his orgasm. When he’s done he pulls out of you, smiling as he watches his cum leak out of your spent hole.

Kuroo loves the fact that you’re smart. But when you’re like this? Absolutely cum drunk, eyes glazed, body covered in bruises and willing to do anything he asks you to? He fucking adores you like this.

“Go take care of dinner princess, then your man is gonna take care of you some more.” He swats you on your ass.

You giggle and let your wobbly legs carry you to the kitchen with your boyfriend’s cum running down between your thighs, thoughts of your upcoming final completely fucked out of your head.

Along with every other thought not revolving around your future husband.

Kuroo reaches for his phone to text his assistant and tell her to cancel all his meetings for tomorrow. He has to go ring shopping.

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