#(aka the intended experience) you will not know if there will be ways to get a gun again later

[zevranunderstander]

god i will be so mean but people who are really smug about how pathologic 1 is so much better than pathologic 2, and how hbomberguy's video on the games sucks, because he says that they are hard, and stuff and then just play the game with a guide and know what to do every day in advance and just play it for the plot (no shame in that by itself), but who then refuse to engage with the actual central conflict of survival, and not being able to save everyone, because they have like 5 schmowders hoarded by day 6 because they want to play the game as good as one can, without acknowledging that pathologic's intended experience is not to be played as omnicient and as good as one can, and then are mad that the story in 2 isn't as complex, because they aren't engaging with half of the game's experience, are soooo annoying god bless.

[tellafairy]

get anything you desire overnight; what is SATS? how do i use it? — a quick guide.

STATS is short for “state akin to sleep,” a phrase used by neville goddard several times.

for example, one of neville's most popular experiments utilizing SATS is called the "ladder experiment". this experiement demonstrates how useful sats is.

what was the experiment?

1. During one of his lectures, Neville instructed his students to visualize themselves climbing a ladder vividly. He asked them to repeatedly imagine this scenario in detail each night before going to bed. They were to feel themselves climbing the ladder, using all their senses to make it as real as possible.

2. on top of this, Neville told them to write down or say affirmations throughout the day such as, "I will not climb a ladder." This was meant to consciously contradict their nightly visualizations, creating a sense of disbelief in the process. The challenge was to see whether their repeated visualization of the ladder would override the conscious denial of the event.

3. Many of the participants reported that within a few days, despite their daily affirmation of "I will not climb a ladder," they ended up encountering situations in which they physically climbed a ladder. The experiment was intended to show that the subconscious mind, which was being impressed by the vivid visualization during the SATS state, was far more powerful than their conscious thoughts or affirmations.

essentially, Neville wanted to show that imagination, particularly when focused in the relaxed state akin to sleep, could create real-life outcomes, aka — attract your desires instantly.

so . . . how do i use SATS?

1. relax. sit or lie down, and relax your mind and body. this method does not need to be used at night. many people have used it during the day and have gone to sleep for only a few moments before waking up with their desire. This is basically just a form of meditation. A similar mental state occurs naturally in the morning right after awakening, and in the evening before bed, hence why some may prefer to do this method at night despite it not being mandatory.

2. embody the feeling. now while in this state, visualize your goal. Feel your desire completely. want someone to text you? imagine yourself opening your phone to that text message. want a new car? imagine yourself feeling the interior, smelling the new car freshener, testing out the radio. whatever it is, fully immerse yourself in the desire.

3. focus and persist. loop this desire on repeat as you fall asleep, it should be the only focus on your mind. quickly shift any other thoughts that may appear, back onto your desire. the more you do this, the more you'll feel the desire completely.

brief comments;

1. over time, it becomes more and more natural. it's very easy to get into the habit of using SATS to manifest whatever you desire. i often find myself using it without even intending to, just randomly deciding i want something and it becomes all i think about as i fall asleep. it's a very natural method that's easy to custom to.

2. yes, you can use this for shifting realities. there's a reason why so many people "randomly" shift when they stop using long complicated methods and just go to sleep with their DR in mind.

3. you don't need to take action. you don't necessarily need to do anything when manifesting. this doesn't just apply for SATS, but any other form of manifestation. you don't need to take action or do anything further to get your desires if you don't feel like it. remember; they're already yours. they can fall into your hands out of the blue. you don't need to put in effort.

i used several different articles and videos for this to explain it in the most simple way possible, since i know a lot of people tend to struggle with understanding this stuff to the maximum!! so i hope this is easy to read! ૮ ◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა

4. does this mean affirmations don't work?

no, it does not. affirmations DO still work for LOA. you CAN achieve anything through affirmations, it was never stated that you couldn't or that SATS is the only way. this only states that according to neville goddards experiement, sats appears to be a more powerful method than affirmations and that's how he viewed it. more powerful doesn't equate to the other method being completely incorrect or impossible. i also personally find this method to work a lot quicker as well.. similar to the void state.

edit; i didn't realize i wrote stats in the title and not sats lol, my mistake it was autocorrect

[3d-wifey]

NSFT Alphabet: MK1 Johnny Cage Edition

A/N: Wrote this to hold you Johnny girls (gender neutral) over until I finish that smut 😙 Plus, I find writing these Alphabets for a character in preparation to write full-fledged smut for them is very helpful in capturing accurate characterization. It's almost like a writing exercise. I've written three different ones so far and I tried to keep them in character, if that makes sense. Like, I tried putting their personality and language in it. Okay, enjoy.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Talking. So much talking. But, honestly, did you expect anything else? As he’s pulling out, as he’s carrying you to the shower, as you’re washing his hair. And when it inevitably leads to shower sex, he’s talking then too. You’ll never meet a man who loves the sound of his own voice more than Johnny Cage.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Uh, how ‘bout the artillery canons strapped to his arms? C’mon, I mean, who wouldn’t want a ticket to the gun show? 

Face. Is saying your face too cliche? Hear him out! You want specifics? He can do specifics! He likes the dimples that pop in your cheeks when he finally gets you to laugh at one of his jokes, the little crease you get between your eyebrows when he’s pissed you off, the adorable way your nose scrunches up when he does that one thing with his tongue that drives you crazy. See? Specifics!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Pull out game…very weak. Embarrassingly weak, actually. He swears he’s never had this problem before. His ability to pull out in the nick of time has always been something he’s prided himself on. However, he vastly underestimated just how good you’d feel. He’s clean, you’re clean, and, hey! You both prefer the feeling of hitting it raw, the way nature intended it. However, your pussy’s like wet kryptonite. And he’s only a man. A very awesome man, but a man nonetheless. So birth control it is! Or, if you’re turned off by all the side effects, he can be talked into a vasectomy. It’s either that or give up the sweet, sweet embrace of your walls when he’s balls deep. 

On second thought, that vasectomy sounds pretty tempting. It is reversible, right?

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Johnny would leak his own sex tape. Plain and simple. He’d leak it from a burner account and watch the chaos ensue. There’s no shame in his game. Hey, it’s ranked the Number 1 Celebrity sex tape for a reason.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Is this even a question? Actors, singers, models, directors, producers. He’s THE Johnny Cage, Hollywood royalty. He’s fucked actual royalty. You’re in good hands—as long as he cares about you. If you’re a random hookup, then he’s not really working for your pleasure here. You’ll definitely cum, but it’s mainly a pit stop on his way to the finish line. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Reverse cowgirl. Johnny’s an ass man, through and through. He loves fucking up into you and watching your ass ripple with both of your movements. And he loves holding onto you. Big hands grabbing your waist, hips, thighs, and especially your ass. He also loves seeing you both in action. So reverse cowgirl + some artfully placed full-length mirrors = Him wrapping his arms around your stomach, rubbing at your clit, and forcing you to watch yourself as you desperately grind against him, AKA Heaven. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, c’mon. It isn’t like him to be serious in any situation. He’s gotta slip a joke in every now and then. Get it? Slip a joke in?

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Wax on, wax off, baby. Smoother than a seal. Or, uh, some other sexy, hairless animal. You mourn when he waxes his happy trail. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

You’ll be surprised by how charming he can be. It’s not all jokes and great orgasms. It’s also loving touches, reverent compliments, and amazing orgasms.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He’s got a healthy libido and a pretty stacked schedule, so sometimes a quick introduction between his hand and mini Johnny can’t be helped. But he’s also got a smoking hot girlfriend (you), so jerking off by himself is a rare occurrence. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionism. What can he say? He’s a performer at heart and he loves an audience. But nothing crazy, just your average celebrity having sex on a yacht that’s in full view of the paparazzi. Or the occasional jerking off with you telling him how fast or slow to go. Oh, and you can’t forget about the sex tapes. Man, with the amount of videos he has of the two of you going at it, he could start an archive. You two have definitely ended up on the cover of TMZ and the front page of Twitter.

Voyeurism. But only for you. He’s enthralled by anything you do, including how many of your much smaller fingers will you stuff inside yourself to replicate the feeling of him stretching you wide. It usually leads to you begging for him to touch you, something else he’s in love with. Nothing wrong with a little hands-on audience participation.

Dirty talk. Normally, dirty talk is kind of basic to any old romp in the hay, but Johnny, being Johnny, puts his own Cage flair on it. Those corny oneliners somehow translate to the perfect thing to say to get you hot. He’s like Shakespear, if Shakespear was good-looking and not a virgin. You know what they say: everything sounds better when you’re horny. Who says that? Uh…

Fighting/Sparing which always leads to blood play. Winning a match gets Johnny’s blood pumping. The adrenaline of escaping death and the crowd hyping him up. And the crux of it all is you who happens to get especially wet when he comes to you covered in blood, grinning with a glint in his eyes that’s poorly hidden behind his blood-speckled sunglasses (a glint that many may describe as mania). And it certainly goes the other way. Watching you kick ass makes him harder than a diamond. Sparing together is a no-brainer that leads to fucking on his gym floor, or, honestly, wherever you two fall. Lui Kang must regret making you two his champions in this timeline with how often he’s walked in on you two. Offering to let him join probably doesn’t soften the blow, but, hey, it’s only polite.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In his mansion. In one of his lavish beds, or pressed up against the wall-length windows. In his Bentley or in the back of his limo. He’s a big fan of fingering you under the table at an award show and then fucking you in a bathroom at said award show when he should definitely be on stage presenting. For whatever reason, walking the red carpet always gets him worked up. And going to the club together always ends with you riding him in the VIP section.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Such a complex question for a man with complex taste. I’m joking, Johnny is so easy. It’s actually ridiculous how easily you turn him on. Laugh at his joke, hard. Complement his acting or fighting, hard. Running your fingers through his hair/scratching his scalp, hard. Feel him up/tease him in any context, hard. You’re covered in blood after a win, hard, hard, rock hard.

“Are you King Midas? Cuz you make me hard with just one touch.”

“That one was actually kinda clever.” 

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing too gross. He’s all for sloppy, messy sex, but he has to draw the line somewhere. There’s nasty 👁🫦👁 and there’s n a s t y 👁👄👁. 

He likes to tease/do the opposite of what you say, but if you’re not 100% on board with what he’s doing, then he’s stopping it then and there. Remember: there’s nothing sexier than explicit consent!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Preferred to receive before he started dating you, and only ever had the urge to go down on someone if he had been drinking before. After you started dating, he definitely loved it whenever you gave him head, but he didn’t realize how much pleasure he could get from giving you pleasure. 

He loves sloppy head, giving and receiving, so if you weren’t wet before, you definitely will be after he gets his mouth on you. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on when and where you’re doing it. And if you two are “allowed” to be doing it in said place.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Big fan of the guy who came up with the idea of quickies, enough said. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

C’mon. He’s the leading source of your sex tapes getting leaked. I mean, how do you think the paps keep finding you in compromising positions? A little tip-off to them while you take his tip, ha!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

It’s like he runs off horsepower, good God. If you’re trying to go until he’s tired out, it’s gonna be a couple of rounds until then.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s a fan of dildos. Specifically, watching you fuck yourself with one. “Go ahead, baby. Show me how bad you want me.” And show him, you do. God, you know how to put on a show. But you shouldn’t have to settle for some random dildo. You’re with the Cage man, and he would get a mold of his dick made for you. And they say he’s not romantic. 

Strap-on. That’s it. And he takes it well ;).

Remote-controlled vibrators, for you and him. Hell, let’s make a game out of it. See who can last the longest in public, there are no losers! 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

His version of teasing is doing the opposite of what you said to do. You want him to speed up? He’s slowing down and making sure you feel every inch inside you. Oh, keep his hands above his head? You gonna make him? He’s a total brat, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Heh, yeahhh. He’s real loud. Moans, groans, screams, whimpers. You name it, he’s doing it. It’s the performer in him. And because he knows you like how he sounds.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Tattoos? Sexy as hell. If you were to ever get his name tattooed on you (preferably a tramp stamp), then you might as well start planning what flowers you want in your bouquet. I could see him getting your name tattooed on him too. Probably on his pelvis, in the middle of his v-line. In case anyone ever needs a reminder of who his dick belongs to.  

Type of guy to dedicate a Mortal Kombat match to you, and then lose. Ah, I’m joking. He’d beat his opponent’s ass all because you promised him victory sex if he won and he doesn’t take victory sex lightly.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got an 8.5–8.9 inch hog, shower not a grower. Little Johnny isn’t so little. There’s a reason he’s alright with doing full-frontal nudity if the scene calls for it. They’ve had to CG out his bulge in post-production in every Ninja Mime movie. It’s not his fault spandex happens to be the clingiest material known to man.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Higher than Mount Fuji. He’s a stallion in his prime with a gorgeous girlfriend. His spare time is filled with filling you. And you both tend to feed off of each other, so all it takes is for one of you to be the tiniest bit turned on, and then, boom! You’re both desperately grinding against each other in a supply closet. Ain’t that just the way?

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Depends. He’s kind of like a dog that needs to tire himself out before he can sleep. 

Click for a Johnny Cage-shaped surprise👀👀

[cower-before-power]

As Mortals Do

Pairing: Gale X Fem Reader

Summary: As much as you enjoy being with Gale in the Weave, you love being with him just as he is more- aka All The Ways Mystra Missed Out

Warnings: Implied sex, very light grinding, mentions of oral (both on Gale and reader), I guess a smattering of angst?? But mostly soppy romantic, sexy fluff. MINORS STAY AWAY!

Word Count: approx 1300

A/N: I haven't written anything for ages but I'm obsessed with BG3 and Gale, just had a little idea and decided to jot it down. I hate hate hate Mystra, Gale deserves all the love and adoration just as he is, and this is me giving it to him haha. I'm not a Weave sex expert, nor do I know for sure if Gale and Mystra did it outside the Weave, but this is my fic and I'll do what I want!

Mystra is a fool, you think.

It’s not a new thought. You often find your mind turning to the goddess, and the depths of her raging stupidity. How she cast aside a man so full of love and devotion, a man whose heart bled worship and loyalty, a man who gives and gives and gives. A man like Gale Dekarios deserves to be loved as much as he loves, to be held near and never let go of.

Her loss is your gain, you think to yourself smugly, as you lay on your lover’s chest, the two of you basking in the sweet afterglow of your lovemaking. Gale is all yours now. His mind yours to delight in, his body yours to lose yourself in, his heart yours to cherish as the precious thing that it is.

You do not intend to replicate her mistakes.

“I can hear the gears in your brain turning, love,” Gale’s rich voice rumbles softly under your ear. “Spare a thought?”

You prop yourself up on an elbow, allowing yourself to drink deep of his satisfied visage before you answer. Gale is truly a vision after you’ve wrung pleasure from him, eyes aglow and face flushed, happiness exuding from every pore. You keep the image tucked close to your heart, a special treasure for you and you alone to revel in.

“I was just reflecting on the folly of your previous lover, darling. As I often do.”

Mystra’s name no longer brings pain to his dark eyes. Instead, he quirks a brow, no doubt curious as to the train of your thoughts.

“Oh? And in what way do you find fault in her this time?”

You brush your fingers along his cheek, his forehead, the slope of his nose. His skin is warm and slick with sweat. “I couldn’t help but think how foolish of her to never have you like this, in this mortal plane. She missed out greatly.”

Gale catches the hand tracing his face, bringing it to his mouth to kiss each of your fingertips. A shiver of delight skitters up your spine.

“How do you figure that?” He asks, lips moving to press more kisses to your palm, your wrist. You want to melt into his gentle devotion, but you have a point you wish to make. Gently, you prise your hand from his grasp, settling it over his beating heart.

You grin down at him. “Don’t mistake me, sex in the Weave is incredible. Every time you take me in there, I’m drowned in ecstasy. Our very souls meeting, entwining like that? It’s not something I ever thought I’d experience, and I’m thrilled I get to. With you.”

Gale smiles at that. “I’m glad to show you those delights, my love.”

“But,” you lean forward and press your lips to his quickly, gently. “as pleasurable as the Weave is, it skips a lot of my favourite parts.”

Gale’s mouth opens, no doubt to inquire what you mean, but you silence him with a firmer press of your lips.

“Your ethereal paramour did not have many glorious experiences, darling,” your breath mingles with his as your lips brush teasingly. “She did not get to feel the smoothness of your lips the graze of your beard against her skin as you kiss her. Or how it bites deliciously against her sensitive inner thighs.”

You nip his bottom lip softly, relishing in the hitch of his breath and the flutter of his lashes.

“She did not smell your scent, sandalwood and mulled wine and bound leather, and how it mixes with the musk of sex and passion into an elixir I wish I could bathe in.” To drive your point, you lower your face to rest in the crook of his neck, inhaling a generous lungful of said aroma. It sends a visible shudder right through you, and you feel yourself already wanting for your wizard again.

Your tongue sneaks out to lave a long stripe up the side of his neck. and the soft groan that tears from Gale’s throat makes your whole being positively ache with need.

“She did not taste your sweat, the salty tang of your spend. She did not feel the wonderful heaviness of you on her tongue, the little twitch right before you spill. Or see the way you look so thoroughly and splendidly debauched after I’m done with you.”

You climb atop him, hands braced on his chest as he grips your hips harshly. Gods above, he is a truly beautiful sight. You think you are the luckiest woman in all Faerun, to have such a man beneath you.

“She did not get to feel how warm you are inside her, how delicious it feels to be flooded with your seed. How connecting in that base, physical manner can feel just as wonderful as a merging of souls.”

To emphasize your words, you grind your hips against his, mewling softly at the feel of him growing between your thighs. Gale himself is practically panting, his sweet brown eyes nearly swallowed by dark lust, his own hips rutting up into yours mindlessly as he hangs on your every word.

You lean over him, chest to chest, face to face. Close as close can be, just the way you always want to be.

“She missed out on so much you have to offer,” you whisper, “and I’m not sorry for her. I’m greedy, all of this-intimacy, unconditional love, an equal partnership-with you is mine and mine alone.”

Gale snaps then, leaning up to capture your mouth in a voracious kiss. You sigh and sag into him, letting him devour your mouth as his hands wander the expanse of your naked skin. His kiss excites, his touch inflames, your bodies melt together like they were made to be entwined.

You firmly believe they were.

Lips meet, tongues dance, sighs and groans mingle in the soft moonlight. You soft whimpers of delight however, are soon abruptly turned into a squeal as he flips you under him. “Gale!”

Your wizard simply smiles down at you in awe and reverence. You think his eyes might be glassed with unshed tears. “My love, your words….I would ask if you truly mean them, but you’ve been quite the persistent one in making me believe my own worth.”

You return his smile. “I am annoying in that way, aren’t I?”

“Doggedly so,” Gale teases, kissing your nose as it scrunches up at his jesting. “But, I appreciate it. More than even my verbose vocabulary can explain, if you can believe that.”

You giggle. “My wizard of words? Unable to explain something? I certainly cannot believe it.”

Gale’s smile turns salacious. “No matter. I’m learning the benefit of expressing myself physically when words fail me.” He shifts, hard as steel against you, and a moan strangles itself in your throat. “Now, my love, my light, my darling precious gem, shall I express my feelings on your lovely speech with my body? Allow you to enjoy all the things you just praised so eloquently?"

He shifts again, and you cant your hips upwards with a whine, desperation seeping into your pores. You want to have him, again and again again, unending, unyielding. You feel like you might go mad if you don't.

Gale’s reciprocation of your hunger shines down upon you like the sun. “Let me indulge in you, sweetheart,” he croons lowly, “let me bring you to the heights of pleasure. In all the corporeal ways that mortals do.”

Your heart cracks open, joy overflowing. There is no greater bliss. He is bliss, in all that he is and all that he gives to you.

“Yes, please,” you murmur, as Gale presses in and consumes you whole. “As mortals do.”

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

Let’s talk about one of the most underrated dynamics in Yellowjackets: Nat and Tai

Nat and Tai have such a troubled little sister/protective big sister dynamic that is not talked about enough.

Before the crash, there is clearly a lot of tension in Nat and Tai’s relationship. Their personalities clash a bit, as Tai is driven and ambitious while Nat is more reckless and directionless. Tai doesn’t understand Nat’s drug use and promiscuity and openly criticizes her for it. Tai is focused on the success of the team and she sees Nat and her behavior as an obstacle to this success.

However, I think there is some care behind her harsh statements. We can see her tough love approach towards Nat starting to develop. She wants Nat to get better, she just has a gruff way of showing it.

We see Tai begin to develop more of a softness for Nat after the crash. I think, as Tai begins to experience what it feels what it’s like to be in survival mode (and starts to lose control of herself) as Nat has been for most of her life, she begins to understand Nat and her coping mechanisms more.

Another important part of their dynamic is that they were the last two skeptics remaining in the Wilderness. When Natalie would challenge Lottie, Tai was often the first (and only) person to back her up. They are both grounded in pragmatism and logic.

Nat and Tai also have the shared experience of watching their partners “go the the dark side” (AKA join Lottie’s cult). Van and Travis are arguably some of Lottie’s most devoted followers towards the end of Season 2, and both Tai and Nat struggle to grapple with this and the rift it creates in their respective romantic relationships.

After they are rescued, Taissa manages to pick herself back up while Nat falls apart, and their little sister/big sister dynamic grows even more as a result. Tai pays for Nat’s rehab, tries to keep her away from Travis because she knows he’s bad for her, keeps pulling her back up and trying to keep her on her feet. I think it says a lot that Tai is the first person Nat thinks to call when she’s arrested.

And then, of course, there’s the scene where Tai defends her decision to pay for Nat’s rehab and continue to try to keep her clean. This scene breaks my heart and shows the caretaker role Taissa has taken on for Nat after the crash. She understands why Nat copes the way she does, and she knows that, unlike Shauna and herself, Nat doesn’t have a support system to rely on.

Even when Nat is being crowned as the new AQ I feel like you can see the concern on Tai’s face. Tai pledges her support of Nat’s new leadership, but you can tell she is also wary of the burden being placed on Nat, and how that might affect her.

Tai’s face is somber like she’s worried about her, but she gives Nat’s hand a small little squeeze of reassurance.

Anyways, I just love how Nat and Tai’s relationship transforms and grows over time. Tai has an empathy and care for Nat that the other survivors just don’t seem to have. I can’t wait to see more of their dynamic post-rescue as Tai struggles to keep Nat afloat and pick up the pieces after her toxic stints with Travis.

This has been way longer than I intended it to be, I’ll just leave y’all with this last clip of Nat giving petulant little sister vibes with Tai that I absolutely love…

[riizebabie444]

𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 (18+ reading) 💋

ʚɞ ─── hello and welcome to my reading which will tell you how your first time will be. this is an 18+ reading so please only read if you are over the age of 18.

ʚɞ ─── this is specifically for those who have not had any sexual encounters yet (aka the virgins <3) but this reading is open to any interpretation, such as your first time with your future spouse. but please keep in mind who this pac is meant for as it may not resonate otherwise.

ʚɞ ─── be sure to check out my other readings and don’t forget to share and give feedback. disclaimer: all readings done are for entertainment only. please do not use my tarot readings as a replacement for legitimate advice.

ʚɞ ─── picking your pile: take a deep breath and allow your soul to centre itself. when you feel your mind balanced and cleared, allow yourself to be drawn to an image. your eyes may gravitate to one, or you may close your eyes and feel which image is calling out.

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𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 💋

cards drawn: the moon, the stars, king of wands, five of wands

i definitely see this being really sweet and dreamy. i am certain this will take place at night when the moon and the stars will be out. it might happen after a romantic night of stargazing and for a small number of you, it could actually be done out in the open under the night sky. for the persons reading this, i get the feminine energy from you and your partner will be the masculine (but please switch if you feel the need to) and it really feels like this masculine will take good care of you.

the way he is treating you, caring for you, attending to every detail, it will make you feel so relaxed and almost force you into a strong feminine energy. you will feel so soft and gentle and relaxed, ready to take in all of the care and affection. i see some of you may have been going through a difficult time, or have not been used to receiving this kind of attention. so it will be a new feeling for you, almost a shock to the system but you will embrace it well.

i also see for some that you may not go all the way but it will be your first time doing anything sexual. your person will surprise you by not letting you lift a finger. say if he eats you out or fingers you and you want to repay him after you've come to your senses again, he won't allow it (in a good way). he would rather you take a nap or snuggle up and watch a movie because he knows this first for you is so precious. it could also be that he pushed your limits a little bit, or maybe from reading your reactions he thinks you came really hard and he understands how tiring it can be for your first time. so he wants you to rest.

i definitely see oral. your person will go down on you. for those who will go all the way, oral as foreplay but i also see the mistake of going straight in. and it might be difficult getting it in for the first time if you get my drift. it might feel a little frustrating and anxiety-inducing, even painful when it's going inside of you. and i think at this point you will take the lead and be vocal about the things you are feeling so that you can both work together to make it as painless as possible. oh i think for pile one, if your person is a guy, it is possible he will have a big ding-dong and that is why it is more tricky and painful than you expected. but still, he is so respectful and attentive making it the best possible experience for you.

i honestly see pile one that you may even finish early or stop because of discomfort, for those who intended to go all the way. a number of you may have a really good time and finish perfectly. but i see clearly that it won't end up going all the way. you might stop because of the pain and decide to try again another time (it will be soon tho. like anywhere from the next day to the next week. i don't think any later than a week after). more than anything, it will be a learning experience and you will both spend the time between the attempts to figure out how to make it work more positively.

but the thing is, even if you finish early, it won't be a bad thing. you or they might feel a bit insecure about not being able to fulfil expectations but at the same time, this didn't happen without an emotional connection between the two of you so you understand and respect the decision, and cuddle with each other, either continue with foreplay or go straight to aftercare, take a bubble bath and possible even discuss the situation and how to handle it better. and i see you guys being confident again after you have discussed it. and if you don't go all the way, i see them trying harder and more often to make you feel good in other ways, like with oral, to satisfy you without having sex. this feels like a good pile, pile ones. even if there are mishaps, it will still end really well.

𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 💋

cards drawn: king of cups, ace of wands, death, the world

oh definitely the creation of a strong bond here, deepening something that was already there or possibly awakening the deep connection. i see you and your person being so patient with each other. you will get an emotional rise out of this, possibly more than the physical. i'm going to sound so crude saying this but i can't think of a better way to say this but with the ace of wands, it is literally a glowing hand wrapped around a stick...well, whoever has the stick will think the one working on it is doing some sort of magic with their hand. it feels so unreal to them, or it could be you. i'm certain for most that your first time will be hand stuff or will start that way. and could possibly move onto oral but i don't see that for all of you.

okay i'm thinking you guys who chose pile two are the one with the magic hand. it looks like your first time doing anything sexual, but you will make the first move. if this doesn't sound like you, i understand. but i also believe you will be so excited and surprise yourself with how motivated you are to do it. you were thinking about it for a long time and your person couldn't say no. i see for some of you it could be a "kinky lesson" kind of thing, where the person is teaching you how to do it. even showing you with their own hands. if your person is a woman, i see them using their hands to spread their flower open and you will literally gulp omg. it feels very sensual but also playful and kinky. you will both enjoy and feel turned on by the "lesson" scenario. even if you already know what you're doing, the idea that they are teaching you or vice versa is a big turn on especially because it's your first time. it will also ease your worries about not doing it well.

so the above was more focused on your first sexual experience altogether but i'm going to now focus on your first time having sex. it will be a life changing thing and i don't mean the sex will be so good it changes the trajectory of your life (i mean it will...but anyway) but i mean it will happen as you are entering a new chapter. for example, committing to your person. it could be marriage for some but for most i think it could be before marriage. or if you decide this person is your forever person, so you're entering a new phase of your life where everything doesn't just revolve around you anymore and you need to always consider your person. you could be moving in with them. it will feel like a big change. even a new job, new home, new city. you are transforming in some or every way when this happens. oh i got a message that for some of you, if you plan to wait for marriage, you may decide at that time to do it before marriage. you will surprise yourself with this decision but you will be happy with your decision, i'm seeing.

haha the death card could literally mean you feeling like you died and came back to life when climaxing. like it feels so good you literally leave this world. i see you really letting go. perhaps you were feeling so nervous leading up to this, and when it happened you surprised yourself with how loose and into it you were. it could also be letting go of expectations surrounding sex. perhaps you think about sex a lot, or read or watch it often so you have certain thoughts and expectations about sex. but when you finally experience it, you will realise sex doesn't have a frame of reference. you'll think it's such a wild and unique experience both emotionally and physically that you can't even compare it to anything you previously thought.

for the most part, it will be enjoyable. tricky at first for some but in the end, enjoyable. some of you may find it so incredible while others may feel a little underwhelmed, but will still think it was really good. i see also that some of you may have been expecting your person to be better at sex than how they performed. maybe it's because it's your first time so they're holding back, or they are just not as good as you thought rip. but i'm getting the message that the first time is not supposed to be the best time. the best sex comes with experience and comfort so maybe your expectations for your first time were quite high. i do see most of you reaching an orgasm. for some it will be insanely amazing whilst others may be expecting more. i feel like it's a mixed pile here i do apologise for not being clearer.

oh i do get the message also for those of you who are physically underwhelmed, fret not because as i said when i opened this pile's reading, your first time is more about deepening an emotional and sacred bond with your partner rather than having an out of this world physical experience. you will absolutely cherish the time with your partner. aah you will definitely have that afterglow. feeling so whole and wholesome, fulfilled, completed after sharing yourself with a special person. there is the theme of transformation coming up again. your first time will be a spiritual and emotional journey, achieving emotional fulfilment with your partner and the joy you feel physically will only make the emotions stronger.

𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 💋

cards drawn: three of pentacles rv, the hermit, king of pentacles rv, queen of wands

i also saw the hanged man and four of wands whilst shuffling and although they did not come out, i feel it is relevant to say that the majority of you who chose pile three will have your first time on your wedding night. if you are saving yourself for marriage, then this is your confirmation. it will happen in a number of ways: for most of you, on your wedding night and for some it could happen coming up to the wedding (i'm seeing some could spontaneously elope prior to the wedding and have your first time then), or it could be any time after they have proposed as you are certain you will be married and are too excited to wait. but for most it will be the wedding night.

i also see that some will perform non-sex sexual acts before marriage, like foreplay, oral, with hands etc. but when you go all the way, it will be on the wedding night. you may be feeling some disharmony in a way but not with your person. you may have had a stressful wedding day or some family members weren't treating you right on your special day, perhaps some friend drama. whatever it may be, you will be feeling a little disheartened. you wanted this day to be so perfect and special but someone you love and trust ruined it for you. but don't worry, the whole day won't be ruined. and your person will do their best to help you think about the better things. and i believe there will be a support circle around you, those who will defend you and try to make your day as best as it can be. even if it is not something like a wedding day, i think people will notice the way you are mistreated and try to make you smile.

no one will try harder than your person, however. i think you can really just let down your walls and be yourself with your person and they noticed you were having your walls up due to the stress and disharmony caused earlier. so when you guys are alone at last, it will feel like there is an elephant in the room but neither of you are addressing it. they would rather you just relax and forget about everything, truly appreciating your first time and not allowing any drama from the outside world to ruin your night. oh, let me tell you, they will make you forget it completely! this feels like a soul connection, when you do it for the first time you it will be like a dance between the souls more than the bodies haha. i believe it will also make you connect with yourself. all the new feelings, sensations are weird yet enticing. it's like you passing the first level of a game and simultaneously unlocking the next hundred levels at once. you know you should take it in small steps but it will unleash so much excitement to explore your body and sexual experiences with your person to the highest level. you may even rush your partner but they will tell you to slow down as they want you both to cherish it.

and you will definitely want to do it nonstop after your first time. like the morning after, the evening after, several times a day for the next five months straight haha im really just seeing so much passion and excitement and curiosity surrounding sex, and it all stems from that first night. okay let me get to the actual night itself, your person is going to make you feel like you're sitting on a throne. heck, they might even make you sit on their face because they want to be your throne. i do see foreplay happening, taking it slow, teasing. i think you will be quite nervous though. and your person will definitely notice. i'm seeing some of you may even be panicky. possibly even insecure for some of you. and i also see your person being a little bit insecure about how well they can perform and how comfortable they can make you feel. they are just so concerned about you and they end up overthinking and feeling insecure :( so they put their all into the moment.

haha i see if you have pets, there's a good chance they might climb or jump onto the bed while you're doing it and it will be a cute, funny moment that will bring you both back to earth, you'll feel all the stress and anxiety fade away and you can try again. the energy will be much lighter this time. i do see the first time being successful, it will happen relatively smoothly for most of you. i think more than physical pain, you will be experiencing mental anguish. and that does sound quite severe but for some it will be little, others it will be more. perhaps if you are insecure about your looks or body or how certain body parts look, you may feel insecure about them and act stubbornly. say you want to wear a shirt to cover yourself which might upset your person because they will think you don't trust them.

like i said earlier though, your person will not pressure you. communication is important but they don't want to ruin your first time, it's likely it will be their first also or that they don't have a lot of experience. so they focus on doing the deed itself and enjoying it, exploring each others bodies and making the most out of it. the heavy emotions caused by earlier events will be felt by the two of you but ignored for the sake of creating a memorable night together. and all the talking and communication comes later on. i think you may wish you didn't feel so many burdens and insecurities for your first time but you will also not want it any other way because your person was so affectionate and caring. i see it being quite slow overall, very instinctual. a lot of focus on the physical to distract you from the emotional.

𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 💋

cards drawn: the sun rv, the lovers, temperance rv, three of wands

the sun might literally be setting while you're doing it, or possibly rising but i see the sun going down. some of you may even plan for it to happen that way. this will definitely be done with the love of your life, as i'm seeing. for a number of you it will be on your wedding night but this is not for everyone. i think a lot of you will actually do it before or after. it feels so sweet. like you just know you are doing it with the right person. i see you guys being the more feminine but please take it how it resonates if you indeed feel the opposite.

i'm seeing a a holiday and i literally heard honeymoon. there's a good chance it could happen on your honeymoon. otherwise, it will happen when you and your person are on holiday. celebrating an anniversary perhaps or an engagement, or a birthday or valentine's day. or even just having a weekend getaway to spend time together. that is the scenario i am getting for when it will happen. how it will happen...well it's funny you ask because it seems to just happen so quickly. not the act itself but rather the decision, the passion, the excitement. i see you in particular being so impatient. you want to go to the next level so bad and don't get me wrong, your person feels the same but you are so damn ready for it. i seriously think you may be having extreme sexual frustration. you're so desperate to do it!

you may have attempted to do it already but experienced some sort of setback or delay, perhaps interrupted by life responsibilities. so when you get this chance to do it again, you are not leaving until you have done it haha. oh i think for those of you who are waiting for marriage, perhaps you didn't get the chance to do it on your wedding night or didn't end up going all the way. so you will go all the way when you are honeymooning. hmm so i think you are the type of person who tries to be positive but when you are feeling not positive it is so dramatic. you might be a bit of a drama queen and i'm seeing a scenario where your person is being so playful and attentive of your pouty mood and that's when you will realise "i want them so bad" haha like you will be ready to pounce on them. something about their little dedicated actions will make you want them so much. not just physically, you want them to be your first so bad because they are the best person ever and you can't imagine it with anyone else.

yeah there is so much impatience here. you just can't hold back anymore. it will be a real struggle for your person also they will try so hard to not rush you, but the sex itself will feel like a reward after waiting for so long and giving so much effort to wait this long. oh i'm seeing it could go on for hours. all of that tension, sexual frustration and impatience building up and then snapping and you can't stop. i'm seeing it will be slow at first but i'm also seeing at the end you'll be going fast like rabbits. you and your person will both be surprised at how much you can take, and how well you are taking it. i see you maybe even taking the lead and being on top once you get used to it.

you will both really enjoy the foreplay. for some it could happen quickly because you're so excited to get straight into the sex. but for others, the foreplay could last a while, building up to the real thing and it blows your mind even more. you first time will be so liberating. even during your very first experience, you want to do all the things you fantasised about, explore all of your kinks but the night is so short. it's hard for you to do all of that but the passion and excitement is there and your partner will see it. oh i see opposites attract, so they may be calmer and tamer than you and kind of teach you to slow down whilst still satisfying your appetite.

okay i see you partner envisioning you as a map to explore. not just in terms of exploring your body, but also your mind, your fantasies, your kinks, all the positions they can have you in. your "awakening" is also awakening something inside of them. i think it is important to practise sex in moderation because too much all at once could make you feel sick later on, like eating too many sweets. i'm pretty sure you'll end up ignoring this advice though haha. it's liberating and healing, opening a whole new world to you. this pile feels more refreshing and adventurous compared to the other piles. a very young and bright spirit. there is more focus on the experience with the body rather than emotional connections. it's opening your eyes to a whole new world, blanching your cells in a completely new feeling. i love this for you pile four. there is so much to be excited for.

𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 💋

cards drawn: five of cups, two of wands, the tower, the devil rv

i'm sorry to open with this pile five but this is the only "negative" pile out of all of these piles, but i do say it lightly. it won't be an absolutely terrible experience so to speak but i do see you feeling some sort of regret after it happens. there will definitely be tears, likely from the initial pain of it happening. but i see the tears also being caused by emotions. ah for some of you, i see you thinking your first time was an opportunity to deepen your relationship with your person, but they will leave you afterwards. you had hopes they would be your forever person but after giving them something so important, they left. for some, it will be that the person was sort of using you, or they realised this experience was as far and committed as they wanted to be with you, so they leave afterwards.

i am sorry to say the above but my advice here is to be very careful and selective with the person you choose. but i think for others, it will be that they will stay with you a little longer, and leave later on due to other reasons. but you will still feel that regret of giving your virginity to them and wish you had saved it in the end. oh i do see a small number of you where it happens as a drunken mistake/one night stand or something of the sort. and for others, there is the possibility of becoming pregnant or getting someone pregnant during your first time which may lead to regrets. oh i know i am saying many different scenarios here so please only take what resonates as this is a general reading after all, there are messages for many different people.

i believe during the act itself, you will be feeling quite courageous, very daring energy. i think you will be nervous beforehand, maybe questioning if you should go through with the act or not. however, i do see you being brave and talking yourself up to it, kind of hyping yourself up to not waste anymore time. it feels quite spontaneous and in the moment, but you will simply just know that you want it to happen. it could also happen when you are abroad or travelling somewhere away from home. and you will have that excitement because your first time is an opportunity to discover something entirely new. you will be pushing yourself out of your comfort zone!

i do see it being a "messy" experience too. like clothes and bedsheets all over the place. even if it was something sweet with rose petals and candles and nice bedsheets, it will all end up a mess in the end. this can be good or bad depending on your preferences, but i do see you being shocked when you realise the extent of the mess which was made. you will be thinking "damn, were we really that unhinged?" it really feels like you're falling. you know those dreams where you're falling and you get those sensations in your tummy? i'm seeing you will have that feeling. it could be when you climax, the feeling of plummeting after reaching a high. you can also sometimes get that feeling when you are nervous or overwhelmed so it could be due to that.

the feeling itself would be quite unexpected. i feel you may have some thoughts or perceptions of how sex might feel but when it happens it is completely different. but in a good way! oh i feel you may be having some deep, dark fantasies in regards to sex, and you will be thinking about them a lot. but your first time will break you away from those fantasies because the act itself is different to what you expect, it kind of changes your thoughts about sex in general. yeah, it is literally life-changing for you. not in an extreme way lol but still, it will change your thoughts and perceptions about sex and possibly about life in general. i also think there will be lots of overwhelming feelings and emotions, but you will work through them easily. okay the last message is so random however i'm hearing "blindfolded", that may be one of your kinks or you will discover it as a kink. it could possibly be a part of your sexual experience. this was a pretty difficult pile to read for with some no-so-great messages, however i do want to tell you to not feel disheartened. you will eventually learn to accept how it happened because the first experience does not set the standard for all of them, and you will learn to have better experiences in the future!

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[targaryen-dynasty]

AEMOND TARGARYEN.

Mini-Series.

Love Me Tomorrow (aka Stay) and Love Me Now (aka Mine) -> completed (Modern AU)

"You always thought the benefits part of being friends with benefits only included sex, but with Aemond it also seemed to include cuddling and life advice. "

The Devil You Know -> hiatus (Modern AU)

"King's Landing is haunted by an ongoing feud between two rivaling biker groups, and somehow you get stuck right in the middle of it — if it wasn't for a certain blonde, who everyone warns you to stay away from. Of course, he's part of Dracarys, the rivaling biker gang, and staying away from him is a lot harder than it seems."

Object of Desire -> ongoing

"A raven from King‘s Landing has reached Runestone two moons ago, bidding for you to come to the capital though no distinct reason has been stated. The signature of your father below didn‘t give Ser Gerold any other choice than to get you ready and send you off, knowing he could not deny Daemon Targaryen. You quickly learn that the time has come for you to find a husband, however, the true object of your desire isn‘t the one your father has intended for you."

One Shots.

Depravities

"When your husband feels overwhelmed reining in the stead of the severely wounded King, it is your duty as his wife to comfort him."

Sinful Revenge (x Aegon)

"After catching Aegon with a servant girl between his legs, you found a way to put him back in his place."

A Caution for Young Girls

"Can we just ride Aemond by the hearth? Tis all. He can brat tame us, be mean, be nice..whatever honestly." Yeah, we definitely can! This is the first time you’re riding your Dragon.

In The Space Between (Modern AU) -> drabble

"You we’re happy your friend Floris got to marry her longtime boyfriend Aegon… if it wasn't for the sake of you being the plus one of her groom’s brother and also your ex boyfriend, Aemond."

Lechery

"Based on the request: "Can you write a jealosy Dom Aemond when his wife his dance and have fun with Jace at the dinner. So he put her on his knees and punish her, after that he fuck and give orgasms to show at who she belongs.""

Longing (Modern AU)

"Based on the request: "Can I please request modern Aemond x best friend reader smut? They are watching some movie or TV series together and suddenly some steamy scene happens on the screen and he notices that she is turned on by that? And he is like "if you want to experience it I can help you with it?""

And Now I See Daylight

"The pace was slow, just like it had been throughout the whole night, and despite it being unsaid, you both knew that was not what this night was about. It was about your unity, making peace with your past and embracing your future together."

Rewrite The Stars

“Aemond arrives at your betrothed‘s funeral. And after being denied your hand in marriage once, he does not come to leave without you.“

Serenity

“With Aemond’s arm around you, and his lips pressing against your temple, the fatigue you were feeling could wait for a little while, if it meant you got to indulge in those rare moments of serenity for just a little bit longer.“

Can You Stay Up All Night?

"Even after the babe had settled, you didn’t find any sleep. And while your breasts hadn’t felt too uncomfortable back then, they did now. They were heavy, hard to the touch and full of milk, desiring relief from their overstuffed state."

Pray For Me

“Trying to persuade you to declare yourself for their side in the war of succession, Aemond relies on different methods to make your façade crumble.“

Mine And Mine Only

“Aemond has gotten you pregnant six months ago, and seeing him with his infant niece during dinner with his family sparks something inside of you only he can satisfy.“

The Devil's Advocate

“Will the tormenting craving of your body for physical touch finally be stilled by the hands of none other than the man who‘s responsible for whether you‘ll live or die?“

Rumble and Sway

"After the set of your favorite punk rock band ended, you haven’t expected to bump shoulders with none other than their bassist, Aemond Targaryen. And you least expected him to usher you into a private booth after what felt like your twentieth shot of vodka."

What the Heart Desires

"Both of Helaena’s brothers have always been forbidden territory for you, the rule established by your best friend at the very beginning, and you’ve never really regarded any of them – until you’ve been all but coaxed to team up with Aemond for a round of beer pong. "

To Stoke a Flame

"There’s a moment of silence between you, and your hands clutch the handle of the pail tight enough for your knuckles to blanch from the force. It’s unnerving, and you’re torn between wanting to stay and wanting to leave. You’re afraid he’s not the man you’ve made up in your mind, that there’s just a hint of truth in the rumors that make their way around staff and court."

A Dragon to Share

"For a fortnight, you’ve been spending your nights with Aemond and Aegon. But what happens, if there’s yet another uncalled visitor joining you? Improper revelations lead to the fulfilling of a long-buried desire of yours."

Evening Delights

"Based on the prompt: “So… Do you actually like me—” “We have been together for seven years. We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?”"

Shadows Play on Idle Hands

"Sharing a cabin with your ex-husband as you supervise your daughter's summer camp, you didn't think that remembering the good old times would bring you closer again."

The Curse of Curiosity

"While your brother searches the library of the Dragonkeeper Elder for something new to read, you come in contact with some unlabeled fluid. You both learn that it's something meant to aid in the breeding of dragons, however, it also has a unique effect on humans. But lucky for you, your twin is there to help you through the ordeal."

Dragon Dreams

“Monthly nightmares have already plagued you way before your wedding, even though your grandfather has always addressed them as dragon dreams rather than nightmares. But you and your husband both know you’re not gifted with such abilities.“

Forbidden Temptation

"Two moons after the birth of your precious son, your moonblood has returned as severe as never before. And being the ever caring and loving husband, Aemond takes it upon himself to help you ease the pain."

Steam That Lingers

"Your mind has been a mess for the past moon's turn, and you have the man you’ve entrusted with all your secrets for all of your life to thank for that. And the last thing you expect when you walk into your bathing chambers late at night is said man sitting in the bathtub, awaiting your return. Will you give in or will your temper get the worst of you?"

The Greatest Temptation

"Keeping your boyfriend waiting for too long is always a dangerous game, and when he finally has enough, he deems it most fitting to give your audience a real show."

A Little Predicament (x Aegon II Targaryen)

"While you share little sympathy with any of the people present, you know you can’t get any closer to learning about your heritage than you are right now. Aegon and Aemond are served to you on a silver platter, and if there is one thing your grandmother has taught you, it’s that there certainly is one way to charm yourself into a man’s heart to get what you desire."

Violent Delights

MASTERLIST NAVIGATION.

[juniperdugong]

Perfection Pt.1; Awaken

Your soul is stuck in your corpse after your tragic demise...lucky for you the mortician who's prepping your body is a hopeless romantic willing to bring you back to the land of the living

Pairing: mortician!mingyu x corpse!fem!reader

Genre: Mortician!au, Horror!au || Fluff, Crack, Romance, Angst

Warnings: Mentions of death, corpses, and gore (Nothing in-depth and nothing intended to disturb) || Heavily implied suicide || Necro-romance, aka romantic attraction to a corpse. || Nudity || {Please let me know if there are other warnings you would like me to add}

WC: 2.4k

Songs that inspired this fic

Series Masterlist

If we can get our truths out now, you know exactly how you died.

This must've been the worst year of your life. The contents of it are blurry due to the effects of your soul and its current condition but you remember the feelings well enough. Although the memories didn't stick you remember the sinking pit that it felt like you were swimming in. Too far from the top to go back and too far from the bottom to see an end to what was an incredible amount of emotional suffering.

The one memory you do have is one of surrender. Relinquishing all your emotions and all the pain into a single, unforgivable action. There is no excuse but your room just felt so empty then. It had all your things in it but it didn't have you, you were not there. Your mind had wandered away with the joy, the joy that you were sure you hadn't felt in months maybe years. And the unfortunate thing about a mind that wanders too far from the body is that the body will do whatever it can to get its mind back.

This leads to the only reasonable-awful-but reasonable way to ground a person completely. Death.

For a split second before you did it, for just a moment before the full surrender, you thought "I wish I had someone to stop me.". At that moment, a really quick moment might I add, the thought of loving someone, the thought of someone loving you through all of the hardships and pain, it might've stopped you. But you didn't have anyone, did you? You had been lost and wandering for a while and it was time to come back home. You had no one to call you back so, yeah, you had to call yourself back.

And so you did.

The awakening process for a soul that has refused to move on, despite the wishes and through the confusion of the person themself, is an interesting one. It is almost like that feeling right before you go to sleep. You remember what you did up to a point and then you don't remember having actually fallen asleep. Or to be more correct you don't remember dropping dead. Then, with no prior warning or vision of heaven or whatever movies may have you believe this experience might be, you woke but you woke in a dark and cold space. An unfamiliar space. The laughter of a man could be heard from above you, you think. And in the middle of your reeling, you are met with blinding fluorescents.

The morgue.

For the sake of brevity and to not bore you with your own story I won't go into the processes that go on within the walls of a morgue. More or less it's identification, waiting, maybe an autopsy, and more waiting. Then you are shipped off in a body bag to either a mortuary or a funeral home. Lucky for you a mortuary was more than satisfactory.

Some amount of time passed before you felt yourself be lifted out of the car and onto some sort of table or stretcher. Now it seemed you were in the care of only one person. Quite strong as well to be able to handle the dead weight (no pun intended) of yourself. The sound of the zipper would've sent you jumping if you were able but perhaps more surprising was the visage before you.

A tall and handsome man, tan skin showing through what little you could see behind the protective gear he wore. Dark eyes studied you immediately and for some reason, you could feel them soften as they looked upon you. You didn't feel discomfort, in fact, a warming and welcoming feeling came to contrast the cold of-well-your everything at the current moment. The aura that came off the man was something like stepping into the home of the friendliest person you've ever met.

And he was oh so gentle with you. The way he was careful with his movements as he heaved your stretcher onto the main table. Your eyes followed him as he went ahead and gathered various things from around the room. Setting them on a smaller table next to you. A deep breath settled in him as he scanned your body.

You felt vulnerable in this state, not much you could do about it but still. He got a clipboard and read through it. "Y/n…" your name rolled off his tongue like a small prayer. He circled you, tapping gently at different parts of your body as he went along. Assessing your situation and what he would have to make "presentable" no doubt. Then he stopped. Pausing as he made his way back towards your head. Another sigh as he gazed at you.

"You were so pretty. I wish we had met under other circumstances y/n."

If a heart was in your body it would be beating so fast right now. His hand reached out and grazed your forehead. Is he moving the hair from your face? If you had working veins you would be blushing wildly.

This is crazy. You've decided that this is crazy. Your soul for some reason has decided to stick to your body instead of following the heavenly trumpets towards the pearly gates of paradise. And here you were, prisoner in your own skin, unable to move or speak or do much of anything. And the only thing on your mind is the man who is preparing your body???

Oh, Christ. What the actual hell is happening?

Also, why does it seem like the mortician is just as invested in you? Are morticians supposed to have organ jars in their preparation rooms? You suppose they do take care of those sorts of things, plus he's the professional in this situation, right?

"The more I look at you…The more I wish…What am I saying?" he shook his head with a huff.

Your eyes were open, not like you could willingly close them, but you were somehow able to see in this state. You could see the way the protective gown fell on his arm, very faintly outlining some sort of muscle. The way his breath caught on the mask, not shallowly at all either, a heavy breath. Almost like when he looked at you you had taken it away and he was grasping to get it back. The gloves that held snug to his big fingers, his warm hands, the ones that graced you gently with every touch. So caught up in memorizing his features you hadn't noticed that he was tracing your inner arm and staring right back at your lifeless eyes.

"Actually, you might be perfect and these might just be perfect circumstances y/n…" he tilted his head as he said those words, gazing deeply at all of you, taking you in like some person at the other end of the bar.

Why was he walking away? What did he mean by perfect? Is he walking over with one of those jars right now? Lord, you should've followed the trumpets you thought. And then the giggle came in. Like a wrecking ball to the heart, the man let out a sound of excitement and happiness. The confusion that writhed through you at this moment was unparalleled by anything experienced by anyone before. Not only are you dead but now you have some sort of weird mortician, handsome, but weird on your hands.

He came back, his arms full of the organ jars from the shelves. "Y'know some of your own should suffice for this little experiment but I always tend to keep extras…", he said this in haste as he set up a plethora of equipment around your body. For what it's worth you could listen to him talk about whatever nonsense he was on about for hours.

"I always was a fan of Frankenstein. It inspired me to do this profession, actually. I know strange but even stranger is my need for you at this moment. Sorry. Not in that way, not in a disrespectful manner at all if I am being forward. But your circumstance saddened me and well- it does not help that you are so beautiful. AH! I am getting ahead of myself. I must wait until I know that you are here and that you are mine, y/n. Forgive my rudeness."

He was frazzled and all over the place. His speech was punctuated by heavy breaths and before you can even begin to process his mess of words he is discarding the protective gear. The only things he thinks worth keeping on being his apron and gloves.

In the corner, although you cannot see it from this angle, sits a computer. Mingyu weaves around wires to get to it. His fingers work at a fast pace as he types. "I knew it. It's all just perfect. It truly is. I could just jump with joy!". Mingyu had confirmed his suspicions or rather confirmed if his memory was correct. There was a chance for a storm tonight and everything just kept lining up for him. As if a gift from god themself here you are, there the storm is, and here's Mingyu ready to conduct a risky experiment, one that he's been building up in his head for years, one that he honestly did not think would happen within his lifetime. It was just a hobby, a thing not meant to occur, and more than that it was probably illegal.

But he didn't care. He just knew, a gut instinct if you will, that you were the one. The person he was meant to be with. Love at first sight some might call it, he sure thinks it is anyway.

Hours passed as he continued with his ministrations of gathering items and setting them up. The sun began to set and Mingyu's confidence rose. The table where you lay was wheeled into the middle of the room, you hadn't noticed it before but there was a skylight in the ceiling. A large one at that. He centered you as best he could to match the opening and began to dig metal hooks into your skin at different points. Although gruesome in my wording these punctures did not hurt you. They felt like a pinch to the skin that left nothing in the way of actual pain.

He hummed and smiled as he went about this work. The last thing he did as he began to hear the pitter-patter of rain outside was give you another once over. His eyes were at their most intense. Taking great care in making sure all of your details were perfect. Fixing your hair in the way the picture he had of you instructed, moving your hands to be at your navel, and stretching out your joints which had been effected by rigor mortis many hours prior.

"Perfect. Really and truly." he tried to calm himself of the adrenaline rush that had been keeping him on his feet the entire time. He sat on the rolling stool near the computer using his feet to make his way towards you once again. From a lower angle, you could just barely see his figure from here. He gathered himself and a sad look overtook his face.

"God, what are you doing Mingyu? This is crazy. The probability is so so so low. And look at you. Sat here in front of the most enchanting person you've ever met and they're dead… If this doesn't work then what? I give up on love? I try to date again? Knowing that no one has set my heart ablaze so immediately as the one before me now? No. If this does not work I will just have to admit myself. This would be the heartbreak to define my life." He took in a big breath before allowing it to leave his lungs completely empty. He took off his gloves and rolled his sweaty palms along the length of his thighs.

"I have gotten this far, it is time."

Rolling thunder shattered through the night sky. Mingyu began to pull a chain and the skylight opened. Droplets of water started to saturate your skin. He turned his attention to the computer bringing up some program that allowed him to control the various devices he had set up. The whirring of machinery is all you can hear as he sets lighting rods to lift up at the top of the mortuary.

A crack of thunder whips through the air. 1…2…3…Then the lightning scorched its bright head in the sky. The storm kicked up, your body was at this point soaked in rainwater as the shallow table tried its best to keep the surface tension of the water at bay. WRSHKKK the thunder once again, 1…2…The lightning seemed all the more close as it flashed before your eyes.

Then time stood still, what was nothing but seconds stretched until you were almost sure you were outside of space and time. The water hits your face, seeping into your eyes because you cannot close them. Your view only being the sky but what you heard could bring you tears, thankfully the rain allowed your face to communicate your emotional intent as beads fell from your eyes like the statue of Mary. Amongst the chaos of the storm, a chant-like prayer is whispered as Mingyu makes his towards you in strides. Standing at your head, towering over you, he leans down and with the gentleness of a man defined by love that makes him soft, his lips graze your forehead as he says "Please y/n, please." repeatedly finishing each prayer with a peck to your cold, wet skin.

KRSHHK the thunder growled with ferocity, 1…The lightning finally answered the plea.

A forceful blast flung Mingyu back, leaving him to hold onto the counter behind him. Every device alight as electricity surged through their wires, all of them leading to you in a maze of information and metal.

And as that energy reached your body you were enraptured in pain and ecstasy and every single physical feeling a human could possibly feel. As if you were being held gently while needles pierced your nerves, like floating on a cloud of cotton as you were being burnt alive. Every sensation came online all at once and it was exhilarating. The rain on your skin felt cold and burning. Your soul and body finally connect with existential bliss as they reunite. You felt everything.

Then your lungs finally filled with air. Your chest began to heave as your heart caught up to the fact that you were here again. Blood coursed through your veins and warmed your skin.

With a jolt you were alive and awake.

…And also falling off the table.

A/N: It's out! I really do hope you all enjoy the weirdness that is this fic. I tried my best to not be too descriptive with the details of death and the body, trying to focus more on the emotional than anything. Let me know what you think and please reblog if you liked it and would like to see more!

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Under Our Care (Yandere!Bakusquad x Reader)

This is long overdue, but I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: After you sustained a severe leg injury from hero work, the Bakusquad took it upon themselves to take care of you until you feel better. ...Except you've been locked away for months now, and you desperately want out.

Content Warning: yandere, drugging, post-kidnapping, mentioned forced feeding, punishments, being electrocuted, non-consensual touching and kissing, breaking bones

Word Count: 8.5k

(Note: Reader has a specific quirk in this)

The delicious smell of curry wafts into your nose as it sits in front of you on the table, though that hardly encourages you to eat it. All you could do was pick at it, taking little nibbles here and there to appease the two men who were watching you. You just couldn’t eat when you know what’s been done to your food.

“Will you just eat it already? ‘M tired of watching you mess around,” the blond, Bakugo, states gruffly, setting his fork down with more force than he intended. He hates the way you flinch, but continues anyway. “You’re going over there no matter what, so you might as well just get the hard part over with.”

You’ve been doing this routine every other week, but that didn’t make this any easier. You knew once you ate and inevitably fell asleep, you’d wake up in another glorified prison and be stuck with the Three Stooges, aka Kaminari, Ashido, and Sero, for the next two weeks. You loathe when it’s their turn to “take care of you”.

A calloused but gentle hand rests on top of yours. Lifting your head, you make eye contact with the other man who is at the table, Kirishima. He gives you a soft smile, but there is a pleading look in his eyes.

“Please eat for us, (Name). I’m sure you don’t want Bakugo to feed you again like he did last time, so please…” He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. “Eat up, okay?”

You shudder as you remember that experience. Bakugo had grown impatient when you were being particularly stubborn and refusing to eat the sedative-laced food. He had forced your jaw open with such a bruising grip, and then shoveled everything into your mouth until the entire plate was clean. Your hands instinctively reach up to your face as you could practically feel the ghost of his rough fingers on your jaw. 

Your contempt-filled eyes dart over to Bakugo. He only glares back, and you almost thought he was going to reenact that fiasco when he stands up from his seat. Instead, he picks up his and Kirishima’s empty plates and puts them in the sink.

You weren’t about to test whether or not he really would do that again, so you reluctantly began to finish your meal. It had gone cold, but it was still incredibly tasty. You’d never admit it, knowing that it would only go to his head, but Bakugo was the best cook out of all your captors. Too bad you couldn’t enjoy his food to the fullest, not anymore at least.

The drugs quickly work into your system, causing you to feel drowsy and ready to fall asleep any second. By the time Bakugo and Kirishima were done with the dishes, you were passed out on the couch. Your last moments of consciousness were spent being carried by Kirishima towards the front door, Sero’s car waiting out front to pick you up.

It felt like forever ago when the seven of you were all friends, but an odd obsession with you in particular had festered within them. It grew and grew as the years went on, blowing out of control and landing you in the mess you’re in now.

You liked to reminisce about your high school days, back when you were all still in U.A. Back when they acted like normal, sane people. They were so much fun to be around, and you felt like you could unapologetically be yourself with them. Eijiro always made you feel safe and comfortable, and your heart would fill with such warmth whenever he promised he would protect you. Kyoka was level-headed and looked out for you, her laid-back personality always able to calm you down. Hanta was the same way, and you knew you could rely on him for anything. Mina and Denki would always make you laugh, their goofy and upbeat attitude able to cheer you up on the toughest days. Even Katsuki’s presence comforted you, his gruff personality never able to hide the fact that he truly did care about his friends.

Maybe you just never noticed the red flags that arose the more you grew closer to them. Denki and Mina’s lingering touches, Eijiro and Katsuki’s overprotectiveness, the fact that they were always vying for your time and insisting you hang out with them… While it was overwhelming sometimes, their clingy behavior never bothered you too much; you thought it was sweet that they cared for you as much as they did. It wasn’t until they tried to get in the way of your aspirations and goals, was when you started to drift apart. 

All you wanted was to start as a sidekick, somewhere new and fresh, far away from Musutafu. Somewhere that was far away from them. They did not take the news very well, but they reluctantly let you go off and follow your dream.

Someone is trying to poke you awake, but you aren’t ready to open your eyes just yet. … It isn’t until you feel a pair of wet lips make contact with your own, was when your eyes snap open. You scramble to sit up and push the offender away from you, wincing in the process when you put too much pressure on your leg. You glare at the one who had kissed you, and not to your surprise, it was Kaminari. It took everything in you not to slap that stupid sly grin off his face.

“See, you guys? I knew that kiss would wake our Sleeping Beauty up!” He simpers, picking himself up off the floor.

Sero returns from the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand and an unamused look on his face. “Yeah, and look what happened. I told you it wasn’t a good idea.” 

“Yeah, what the heck, Kaminari? I wanted to be the one to wake them up!” Ashido gripes, leaning over you from behind the couch.

Sero’s expression softens when he looks at you, saying, “Sorry about the rude awakening, hun. Are you thirsty? Here, drink some water.”

He hands you the glass, which you carefully took, sipping on the liquid until it disappears. Kaminari tries to sit next to you, but you scoot as far away from him as possible on the couch. The blond continues to draw closer to you anyway. 

“Man, I’ve missed seeing your gorgeous face, honeypie,” he sighs, a hand coming up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You flinch, but Kaminari doesn’t seem to notice. “I really wish we could keep you here for longer. Two weeks just isn’t enough.”

“If Bakugo heard you say that, he’d throw a fit,” Sero says, chuckling. He takes your empty cup and puts it in the sink.

“Right? Remember when we suggested monthly intervals? He shut that down so fast, it was kind of hilarious,” Ashido says, sitting on the couch’s armrest so she could pull you into her embrace. “You’re just so cute, (Name), you drive us crazy like that!”

They were talking about the supposed agreement the six of them had made before kidnapping you. Since they all didn’t live together, they came up with a plan to “rotate” you between their three different homes. You’d stay at one place for two weeks before being moved to the next group, having to be sedated before each move to make things “easier”. Sero, Kaminari, and Ashido shared a fairly nice, high-rise apartment in the city, a major contrast to Jiro’s suburban home and Bakugo and Kirishima’s house in the mountains. They were all comfortable places to stay, but that didn’t matter much when you were confined there under lock and key. Their security was unmatched, making it almost impossible to escape.

Ashido’s hold tightens, and you whine in discomfort, tugging on her arm to let you go. She didn’t, of course, only pouting and pulling you in closer. It was times like these when you wish you could use your quirk, but the electronic cuffs on your wrists prevent you from doing so. They wouldn’t be this touchy without them then.

“How come you’re so quiet today? Bakugo didn’t do anything mean to you, did he?” she asks, petting your hair.

“No, I’m just…tired,” you say lamely, fingers running over the restraints. Tired from the drugs still wearing off as well as being passed around from place to place like a toy.

“In that case, maybe you should take a nap,” Sero suggests, moving to pull you away from Ashido, but she only puffs out her cheeks and cuddles you even closer.

“What? But they just got here! We were gonna do a bunch of fun stuff together!”

“Yeah!” Kaminari chimes in. “Who wants to take a boring nap when you could be hanging out with us, (Name)!”

“We shouldn’t strain them too much,” Sero chided the two, who were clinging on to you for dear life. “They still haven’t fully healed from their accident, so they need as much rest as they can get. You want them to feel better, don’t you?”

Kaminari and Ashido share a guilty look, though if they were being honest, they would say no, they don’t want you to get better. They like having you rely on them, too exhausted or in pain to push them away. It makes them feel like you actually need them. But they release you anyway, knowing they had all of this week and next to cuddle and play with you to their heart’s content.

You move to stand up from the couch, but Sero stops you, taking you into his arms instead. He always insisted on carrying you to and fro, even though you could walk just fine. He said it was so you wouldn’t risk hurting your leg anymore, but really it was just an excuse to hold you close, away from the others. He was no better than Kaminari and Ashido, but at least he could understand when you needed space.

Sero sets you down in your bed, in the bedroom the three had pitched in to decorate to make you feel “at home”. It was nothing but an eyesore; you could definitely tell who decorated what as their design choices heavily clash with each other’s. If you were still friends with them and weren’t being held against your will, you would find it comical. But now you can’t help but hate having to sleep here.

“I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.” Sero tucks you in under the covers. Kissing you on the forehead, he wishes you sweet dreams before turning the lights off, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You sigh in relief when he was finally gone. It was rare to have time to yourself these days; it seemed like someone was always breathing down your shoulder. Pushing back the blankets, you kick your legs out so they are hanging over the side of the bed, stretching your arms out at the same time until you hear a satisfying pop in your shoulders. Your hand came to rest over the knee brace that was strapped to your right leg, causing you to frown.

You had injured it real bad about five months ago while on the job. It was during an important mission, one that the agency you worked at had been preparing for for weeks. They had teamed up with heroes all over the country for it, and your old friends just so happened to be part of the agencies that were asked to help. You hadn’t seen them in forever until that point, not since graduation before you moved away. They were overjoyed to see you again, but you felt awkward and kept your distance. You were only working together because that’s what your job called for. You needed to remain professional and not let past events distract you from performing at your best.

The mission went awry fast. The building you were in was collapsing, heavy rubble and debris falling around you without any mercy. Loud blasts bounced off the walls as you ran to find an exit, just narrowly missing the chunks of concrete dropping from above you. You were almost out, as you could see Kirishima up ahead, who was helping everyone else evacuate. Escape was just within reach.

That was, until, you heard a particularly deafening blast that sounded too close for comfort. The last thing you remember was Kirishima, or maybe it was Bakugo, shouting, “(Name)! Watch out!”

 It was explained to you later, when you woke up in the hospital, that you had been crushed by the falling debris. Luckily, you didn’t sustain any fatal injuries, but the accident cost you the functionality of your right leg. It took a long while for it to heal, and even now, you’re not supposed to be straining it too much. After being released, you took a break from hero work for a while, your boss insisting that you don’t push yourself too hard. 

You never got to return to your job, however, because Bakugo and his group stole you away before you could even realize what had happened.

Standing up from the bed, you dig around in the desk’s drawer, pulling out a small metal tool you had pocketed some time ago. You supposed that’s what the breaking point for them was. Seeing you in such bad shape was like a switch went off in them, and they decided to kidnap you the minute you left the hospital.

Sitting back down on the bed, you get to work with the little tool. It was wishful thinking, but you thought you would be able to pry the cuffs off by sticking the tool into the seam where they locked. Then you would be one step closer to escaping this prison.

You were so preoccupied with the task at hand, you didn’t notice that the door to your bedroom was being unlocked. Light floods into the room, causing you to panic as you quickly chuck the metal tool to the floor. You fumble with the covers, trying to get back under them and pretend you were asleep, but you just aren’t fast enough.

Kaminari was the one who had opened the door, coming in to check on you. He gives you a quizzical look, eyebrow raising as he takes in your flustered state. Walking over to where you had thrown the tool, he picks it up to inspect it. His lips form into a sad smile and there’s hurt evident in his eyes.

“Naughty (Name). Were you trying to escape? I thought we were past this,” Kaminari says, waggling the tool between his fingers. He stuffs it into his pocket before continuing, “Don’t we make you happy? Don’t we take such good care of you?”

You scoff at that and give the blond your nastiest glare, uttering, “Happy? You can’t be serious. How could I be happy when I’m being forced to stay with you all? If you really cared about me, you’d let me leave.”

“That’s not true! It’s because we care about you is why we’re doing this,” Kaminari’s voice raised, but returned to a calm tone when he saw you flinch. “Look, it’s not that we don’t think you’re an awesome hero and can handle your own, but we were super sad when you moved away after graduation. Without a word, no less! And when we finally got to see you again, it felt like you wanted nothing to do with us…” His gaze trailed down to your knee, and he perked up. “But then the perfect opportunity to rekindle our relationship came! You got hurt and you needed capable and responsible caretakers to make sure you returned to being in perfect health!”

“Yeah, and I’m basically completely healed now, so there’s no reason to keep me here,” you pointed out, but Kaminari shook his head.

“You’re still in pain. We just got you back and we can’t risk you getting hurt again.”

There was no point in arguing. You’ve lost count of how many times this conversation has been had. As frustrating as it was, it always ended up going in circles. You know that the real reason was more than just wanting to protect you. They wanted to keep you for themselves. To claim you as theirs.

Kaminari comes over to pet you on the head, which only results in you smacking his hand away. He retorts by grabbing your wrist, making sure his grip is firm so you can’t pull away. You try to yank against his hold even though you know it was useless, glowering up at the man. 

“Let go, Kaminari. Just let me get back to my nap.”

“For someone who’s about to be punished, I’d be more careful with the attitude.”

Before you could process his words, a sharp, white hot burning sensation zaps through you. You cry out in pain as it feels like you were being pierced all over your body, and you beg Kaminari to stop. It only lasts for a few seconds, but it felt like hours had gone by when he finally lets go. 

The door slams open then, a concerned and frantic Sero and Ashido rushing in to survey the scene. It doesn’t take long to realize what had happened, and the two immediately come over to either side of you to help you calm down. Ashido glares at Kaminari as she pulls you into her chest.

“Kaminari, you always go too far with your punishments! You don’t have to shock them so badly!”

Sero rubs your back, giving the blond an exasperated look. “Seriously, dude, you need to hold back sometimes.”

“They were trying to escape! Look-“ Kaminari pulls out the metal tool you were using before and shows it to them. “They were trying to break their cuffs off with this. Not that it had any chance of working, but still!”

A wave of disappointment instills in Sero and Ashido, upset that you would want to get away from them. They could discuss this matter later, though. Right now, they need to make sure you are okay.

Kaminari sighs after a few beats of silence, nothing but your sniffles filling the room. He scratches the back of his neck, saying, “Sorry, (Name). I shouldn’t have used that much force. But I want you to understand that we’re doing what we know is best for you.”

They’re such hypocrites, all of them. How can they say they only want to protect you when they think punishing you is the right thing? When all you want is to be free? You can’t even look at them, not caring for what half-assed apologies they have to say.

The only thing that has your attention now are the flickering lights on your quirk-canceling cuffs. It was as if they too were affected by the electric shock, and any more voltage would cause them to malfunction. You stare at the cuffs in wonder, tuning out what the others were saying until Bakugo’s name was mentioned.

“Should we tell Bakugo about this? You know how he likes to be kept in the loop about any escape attempts,” Kaminari says.

Sero glances over at you, looking into your wide, pleading eyes. The last thing you want is to deal with an angry Bakugo yelling at you for the hundredth time. And frankly, Sero doesn’t want that either, because he would get an earful too.

“Nah, it’s not that big of a deal,” Sero sighs. “We’ll just have to keep a closer eye on them.”

“You must be hungry, huh, (Name)?” Ashido cooes. “That’s why you’re feeling antsy, right? Well, lucky for you, dinner’s ready! Let’s go eat!”

She lifts you to your feet and drags you out the door, Kaminari and Sero following right behind. You can hardly focus on the aroma coming from the kitchen or what they are even babbling about, though. No, the only thing on your mind is concocting a plan on how to get out of here. How to get away from all of them. And you have an inkling of an idea where to start.

* * *

Two grueling weeks went by and they were nothing short of insufferable. You’ve been pulled and poked and squished and smooched more times than you could count, and by the end of it all, you were exhausted. You actually felt relieved when you succumbed to the drug-induced slumber after you ate the meal they prepared for you. The next time you would see them again would only be in about a month, which was just enough time to prepare for your escape plan.

You’d be spending the next couple of weeks at Jiro’s place, a nice little home just on the outskirts of the inner city. You found her to be the most tolerable out of the gang,

as she was fairly laid-back and not super clingy. You did still have to be chained up for most of your time there, since Jiro lived alone and there was no one to watch over you while she was at work, but she made sure the chain was long enough for you to walk around the room and use the bathroom. She refused to use security cameras, saying that you deserved at least some semblance of privacy, though the rest of the house’s security was top-notch. 

Jiro is accommodating, but a captor is still a captor.

“I was thinking of getting takeout for dinner tonight. What are you in the mood for?” the young hero asks, fluffing up the pillows to make sure you were as comfortable as you could be in the bed you are shackled to.

You shrug, muttering, “Anything’s fine.”

It’s an apathetic response, one that you are used to giving by now. Jiro wishes you would show at least a little more enthusiasm these days; she remembers how big and bright your smile used to be, how contagious your laugh was. But she knows that what they’ve done to you is unforgivable and it would take a long while for you to come around and see why it was better this way. You just need more time to warm up to them.

Jiro pats your head and urges you to lie down, which you do so begrudgingly. She heads towards the door to leave, but stops when she remembers something, saying, “Oh yeah! I finished writing that new song I’ve been working on, and I want you to be the first one to hear it. How ‘bout I play it for you when I get back?”

“Sure. Can’t wait.” You give her the best smile you could muster, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. Jiro’s grin droops at the lackluster response, nodding and closing your bedroom door behind her. You used to love hearing her play, the way you would stare at her in awe as she made the sweetest melodies with her instruments never failed to give her butterflies. You praised her when she was finished, insisting that she play more for you. You’re so amazing, Kyouka! Do you mind playing it again for me? Jiro was always happy to comply, wanting to keep that adorable look on your face.

Sometimes she wondered if this really was the right move, if keeping you here with them was for your own good.

But then the image of you in the hospital bed would appear in her mind; you looked so damaged and vulnerable, it scared her to see you in such a state. Jiro, along with the others, decided that they never wanted to see you in such pain again.

You remain in bed until you are sure Jiro has left the house, the sound of the multiple locks on the door being shut confirming you are now truly alone. Being mindful of your leg while hopping out of bed, you waste no time in raiding the bathroom for supplies. 

You only take what you consider strictly essential. There were enough of the items stocked that Jiro wouldn’t notice they were missing, so you take as much as you could get away with. You stuff them into the small bag you were allowed to bring with you to and from their different homes, organizing it all so it would fit nicely in there. There is a small stash of money in there too, cash you had stolen from Kaminari and Ashido’s wallets. You hadn’t taken a lot, so you didn’t think they would even realize it was gone.

The next thing you pack is a change of clothes. Jiro primarily bought you casual and comfortable clothes to wear, a contrast to the cutesy and tight clothing Ashido, Kaminari, and Bakugo insisted you wear while you stayed with them. You stuff a few pieces of clothing in your bag before zipping it up and stowing it away. You wish you could bring more, but there is only so much you can fit in there without raising suspicion.

You return to your bed, the clanking of metal against the bedpost grating against your ears. The escape plan you had been brewing since Kaminari’s punishment plays on repeat in your head, and you mentally check off the boxes on your to-do list. You feel exhausted even though you barely moved around, so you took this chance to get some sleep while the desire of freedom dances around in your mind.

* * *

You sit crushed between the two massive men who are watching your favorite TV show with you, though you can hardly focus on what is happening on screen. It feels like Bakugo and Kirishima are trying to become one with you, cuddling you so close, you barely have any room to breathe. Whenever you try to move or push against them, they just hold on tighter. 

Looks like you are going to have to play the leg card.

You pretend to hiss in pain, as if one of them had hit your knee with too much force. The two immediately turn their attention towards you, concern written over their faces.

“Sorry! Are you okay, sweetheart? Are you in pain?” Kirishima worriedly asks, removing himself from you to scan over your body. 

You sit up and shake your head, relieved that they finally let go. “No, it’s fine. My leg just hurt for a second.”

“We should get ready for bed, anyway,” Bakugo says, turning off the TV. “It’s getting late.”

Of course, “late” is really just 9 PM, but you don’t feel like arguing. As much as you hate it, what Bakugo says goes. If he says it’s bedtime, it’s bedtime.

You weren’t granted your own bedroom in Bakugo and Kirishima’s house like you were in the others’. The three of you share one massive room, with one giant bed that fits all of you comfortably. Well, comfortably for them. You hate being spooned by them while you’re just trying to sleep.

Already dressed in your pajamas, you sit on the bed and wait for the two men to be done brushing their teeth. Your eyes drift to your bag that is slumped against the wall, and you are so grateful that they never bother to check what’s in there. Usually, you just brought books and comfort items with you, since they provided everything else you might need at each of their homes. You had to sacrifice that stuff, however, in favor of being able to fit your essentials in there.

There isn’t much escape preparation to do while you stay with Bakugo and Kirishima. There are cameras everywhere, so it’s not like you can steal their cash or pack supplies without being caught. The only thing you can do is wait until these two weeks are up and pretend like everything is normal. You have to behave well enough in order to not get punished, but not too well, or they’d get suspicious of your sudden change of heart.

You roll over to the farthest side of the bed, eliciting an annoyed huff from Bakugo. You know you’re supposed to sleep in the middle, so he doesn’t get why you insist on playing this game every night.

He grabs hold of your waist and tugs, trying to get you to move over. You don’t budge, though, hands gripping onto the side of the mattress for dear life. You groan, kicking at Bakugo to make him let go.

“Ugh, Bakugo, just let me sleep here for the night! Canoodle with Kirishima for a change,” you mutter, feeling your grip loosen.

“Stop being so stubborn! C’mon, do you really have to do this every time?” The blond yanks you back to be in the middle of the bed, his arms wrapping around you so you can’t move away again.

Kirishima lies down on the other side, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek in an attempt to calm your struggling. He says in a low and tired voice, “Let’s go to sleep now, baby. It’s been a long day and I’m sure you’re just as tired as we are.”

You can’t stand the way they look at you, as if they just see a weak and helpless child that needs to be taken care of. You are just as competent as them, dammit! One injury doesn’t change anything.

As you finally settle down for the night and your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, you think about how they used to treat you back in U.A. They had always thought of you as weak, didn’t they? It was the whole reason you decided to distance yourself from them in the first place.

The bed is already empty by the time you woke up, meaning Kirishima and Bakugo must have both gone to work today. Which means…

Sure enough, a metal cuff was clasped around your ankle and locked to the bedpost. You sigh, giving a useless tug against the chain before letting your leg fall back down onto the mattress. Looks like you’ll be stuck in bed for the rest of the day, at least until the two come home.

You feel so powerless. So…pathetic, like you were proving everything they thought about you right. You’re not some house pet they can keep to themselves; you have a life to get back to. There’s so much you haven’t accomplished yet, and you aren’t going to let them make any more decisions for you. 

You’ll escape during your next visit to Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido’s place. No matter what.

* * *

You can barely process what’s playing on the TV as your leg bounces up and down while you sit on the couch. You mentally rehearse the escape plan you’ve been brewing for weeks in your head, today being a better time than ever to act. Sero and Ashido both left for work this morning, leaving just you and Kaminari alone for the day. All you have to do is piss him off enough for him to shock you and cause your cuffs to malfunction.

A small, black box is thrust in your face, breaking you out of your thoughts. Your eyes follow up the arm holding the box only to be met with an ecstatic and dopey smile on Kaminari’s face. 

“Look, buttercup! I gotcha something!” He plops down next to you, so close your shoulders are touching, and places the box in your lap. “Go ahead and open it up!”

Tentatively, you flip open the lid, revealing a gorgeous gold necklace with a black pendant. It sparkles in the light and looks like it cost quite a pretty penny, however, such an expensive gift did little to impress you. Kaminari was always trying to win you over with lavish presents and commodities, but materialistic things could not distract you from what you really wanted.

“Wow, Kaminari. It’s really…something, but you know I’m not a jewelry person,” you say, handing the necklace back to him.

He frowns, clearly upset that you would refuse a gift from him. He pushes the necklace back into your hands, saying, “But I had it specially made for you! I know it’ll look so pretty, just put it on!”

You are getting annoyed now, but then it hits you. This is the perfect opportunity to make Kaminari punish you. You just have to push the right buttons.

“I said I don’t want it, so just drop it already!” you shout, throwing the necklace back at him.

Kaminari bristles at the way you raise your voice. “Well, somebody’s in a bad mood today. Most people would say thank you, ya know.” He moves to wrap his arm around your shoulders. “What’s wrong, buttercup?”

You smack him away, standing up from the couch. “Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you’re so irritating, I can’t help but want to rip my own ears off! Or maybe it’s because I’m being held here against my will, surrounded by people, who I thought were supposed to be my friends, treating me like I’m some weakling who can’t take care of themselves!”

“We’ve already been over this, (Name),” he sighs, exasperated. “Can’t you just let us care for you? That’s all we really want to do!”

“No, all you guys want is to keep me for yourselves. You have this twisted obsession with me and what you’re doing is unforgivable!”

“Stop that! It’s not twisted! It’s…we just…love you, (Name). Don’t you love us too?”

You scoff and give Kaminari a look of utter disdain as you spit your next words, “I hate it here, and I hate all of you.”

A mixture of hurt, anger, and guilt flash across Kaminari’s face, but you don’t feel bad for him. He’s silent for a moment as he stands in front of you, head cast down and fists balled at his side.

“You…you don’t mean that. You’re just saying that because you’re mad,” he murmurs. Looking up to meet your eyes, Kaminari shoots a glare at you, electricity starting to spark around his hands. A warning. 

“Take it back,” he says with force, taking a step towards you.

You back up out of habit and you can feel yourself trembling, but you know the incoming pain will be worth it in the end. All that was left was the final blow.

“No, I won’t. I can’t take back the truth.”

Fast as lightning, Kaminari grabs hold of your arm, and you shut your eyes tight in nervous anticipation. The same searing sensation you felt last time runs through your body as he releases his volts. You cry out as your muscles contract, and you feel like you are on fire, but you fight through the pain.

You must have really pissed Kaminari off, because he doesn’t let up until you are nearing unconsciousness. When he finally releases you, you gasp as you fall back onto the couch. Sucking in deep breaths, you weakly check your wrists, heart fluttering in excitement and nervous relief to see that the quirk-canceling cuffs are fizzing out. The lights slowly fade out and an unlocking mechanism can be heard from within. You rejoice at how free your wrists feel when they finally come undone.

“...Oh- Oh shit- No, WAIT-” Kaminari panics at seeing your restraints come loose, and he was about to release another shock before you can get back up, but you are too fast. With the remaining strength you have, you leap towards Kaminari, planting your hand right on his bare arm.

“You know what? You’re right.” You smirk as you remember his earlier words. “Thank you, Kaminari. Really.”

You activate your quirk, cutting the man’s response off. Your head feels light and you shut your eyes tight, a dizzying yet exhilarating feeling running through your veins. When you open your eyes, you are standing in Kaminari’s place, your own body now slumped on the floor.

Possession. That is the name of the quirk you’ve worked so hard to develop and strengthen over the years. Once you touch someone’s bare skin with your hands, you can possess their body for exactly ten minutes, and they’ll have no memory of what happened during that time. Unfortunately, your own body falls unconscious while you’re possessing someone.

It feels good to use your quirk again, and even better when you can no longer feel any pain in your leg. You can put as much pressure as you want on it; such a shame this feeling will only last for a few minutes.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you get straight to work. You disable all the security measures in the apartment by using Kaminari’s face and fingerprint scans. Then you dig around in his wallet and room for any spare cash he has lying around so you can store it along with the money you’ve been saving up until now. 

You know better than to take his credit card. It’d be like a direct beam to your location if you were to use it, so you leave it be.

You throw your backpack onto the couch next to where your body lies, and your eyes land on the forgotten necklace you had initially refused. Picking it up, you turn it around in your hands, thumb rubbing the pendant absentmindedly. I wonder how much I can sell this for, you think, deciding to keep it in case you need some extra cash.

With everything packed and ready to go, you checked the time. Four minutes left.

It takes a few minutes for the person you possess to wake up after you return to your body, but you need to tie Kaminari up to give you more of a head start. You chain him to his own bed, using the restraints they had no problem using on you whenever you “misbehaved”.

Tapping your foot against the floor, you watch the last remaining seconds tick by, waiting for your consciousness to return to your own body and finally escape this nightmare.

* * *

“Denki! Wake the hell up already!”

“H-Huh?” Kaminari woke up with a start, jerking his head side to side to assess his surroundings. “Wha- What happened? Why am I…chained up?” he slurs.

Sero pinches the bridge of his nose; he can already feel his patience running thin. But before he can get another word out, Ashido interjects.

“Where are they, Denki?! They’re- (Name)’s not here! They’re gone, where did they go?!” She’s hysterical, shaking the blond’s shoulders as tears threaten to trickle down her cheeks.

“Wait…what? (Name)’s…missing? But-” Then it comes back to him. The necklace. Your outburst. His punishment. The cuffs coming off. 

Shit…shit, SHIT!

“No, no, they escaped!” Kaminari shouts, yanking against the chains. “I- Fuck, it’s all my fault! I shouldn’t have punished them like that!”

Sero bends down to release Kaminari from the bedpost, sighing. “Well, it’s too late to feel sorry. We need to find them immediately.”

“Oh, (Name),” Ashido sniffles. “What were they thinking? They could injure themselves again!”

“We won’t let that happen,” Sero reassures her, and he pulls out his phone to call Bakugo, Kirishima, and Jiro. “They couldn’t have gotten far. With all of us looking for them, they have no chance.”

The other three get to their apartment in a matter of minutes once the situation was explained. As expected, Bakugo is severely pissed off.

“YOU IDIOT!” he yells, grabbing Kaminari by the collar. “Of course they would escape under your supervision! Why the fuck would you ever shock them that hard in the first place? Think before ya act, moron!”

“Chill, Bakugo!” Kirishima says, pulling his friend back. “There’s no use in getting upset and arguing about it!”

“Kirishima’s right,” Jiro butts in, arms folding across her chest. “We need to come up with a plan and start searching for them, before it’s too late.”

Bakugo glares at them, before huffing and letting Kaminari go. “Their leg’s still out of shape, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find ‘em and bring ‘em back here. We should split up and-”

“I don’t think there’s any need for that,” Kaminari interrupts, pulling out his phone. “I think I’ve got a surefire way of finding where they could be.”

* * *

Keep moving. Don’t stop. 

You’ve just gotta keep going until you feel secure enough to rest somewhere. Once you’re a few cities away, you’ll consider hunkering down in some shabby hotel.

Skyscrapers and apartment buildings whiz past you as you blankly stare out the train’s window. You clutch your bag to your chest as your leg bounces up and down, all a feeble attempt to calm your racing heart. It’s been a whole hour since you escaped, and you are sure the entire squad was out looking for you by now. You can only imagine how angry they must be… How angry they will be when- no, if they find you.

Going to the police was out of the option. Who would believe the top heroes of the country have been holding someone hostage for the past five months? Besides, there was a chance the squad called ahead and made up some lie that would work in their favor.

Seeking help from family was a no-go too. Get them involved and they could be hurt or worse. Your only option is to just keep running.

You get off after another hour or so, as you are getting tired and need a place to stay for the night. Exiting the train, your leg dully throbs, but that’s the least of your worries. Now, it’s about deciding on what inconspicuous hotel would keep you safe.

The place you go with is a ways off from the main road, with a large forest surrounding it. The hotel looks slightly rundown, but it would have to do. You are given a room on the first floor, and upon entering it, you let out a silent sigh of relief at seeing it wasn’t a complete mess inside.

After drawing the blinds, you flop down on the bed, completely exhausted. You would like to take a well-deserved nap, but the anxiety of being caught won’t let you. You can only stare at the stained popcorn ceiling and listen to the rattling of the air conditioner.

A knock at the door breaks you out of your thoughts.

Somehow, you already know who it is without even having to check.

“Oi! (Name)! Get out here!”

You can’t even bring yourself to stand up, only being able to stare at the wooden door that separates you from the six of them.

Shit, how did they get here so fast? They couldn’t have known you’d come to this specific hotel… Have they been following you this whole time? Just toying with you… Making you think you actually had a chance at escaping?

“Bakugo, shut up! I’m trying to listen,” another voice says, this one sounding like Jiro. “…It’s definitely them in there. I can hear their breathing.”

“It’ll be okay, sweetie, we’re coming to get you!” That was Ashido. “Stand back, I’m gonna melt the door down!”

You spring up in a panic, whirling around to find another exit. You won’t let yourself be captured so soon. You haven’t even been out for a whole day yet!

Ripping the blinds open, you survey your surroundings, seeing nothing but forestry out the window. The thought of running through the unstable and root-covered ground made your leg throb, but did you really have any other choice? It’s either risking more injury to yourself or continuing to be the Bakusquad’s darling captive.

You know which is the better option.

Snapping off the window lock, you hop out of the hotel room and make a sprint towards the woods. Maybe if you run far enough and in different directions, you can shake them off your trail. Running hurts more than anything, but you refuse to let up. The distant sounds of explosions make you pump your legs and arms harder.

Jiro stops right at the forest’s edge, plugging her ear jacks into the ground. The others stop and wait with baited breath as she listens intently. She can hear your footsteps pounding against the ground, the crunching of the leaves and twigs under your feet, down to your labored breaths. With all of this, she can pinpoint exactly where you are.

“They went this way,” Jiro says, pointing in your direction with confidence and determination swirling in her gaze.

Without a second to spare, the six of them speed off to pursue you. Ashido slides over the ground using her acid, Sero uses the trees to his advantage to swing through them with his tape, Bakugo keeps up with his blasts propelling him through the air, and Kaminari, Kirishima, and Jiro continue on foot. Getting you back is the one thing on their mind. They will never let you slip away again.

You jump over a root sticking out of the ground, keeping your pace all the while. You ignore their calls for you as you leap over a small stream. Don’t look back. Just keep going.

Sero’s tape whizzes past you and you flinch, stepping out of the way so you don’t get caught in it. Shit, they’re already in range? You’re not sure your injured leg can take much more strain.

To your left, the faint sound of Ashido and her acid moving her rapidly through the forest hits your ears. She desperately calls out to you, saying, “(Name), stop! You’ll hurt yourself if you keep running!”

Kirishima’s voice sounds farther away, but you can still hear him loud and clear. “She’s right! We just want you to be safe!”

Yeah, right. Their pleads go ignored as you make a sharp turn and change directions. Safe, my ass. They’re the ones actively chasing me through the woods.

You reach a steep ledge then, with no other way around but to climb down. Not even giving it a second thought, you drop to the ground and carefully place one foot on a sturdy enough rock. You’re making good progress going down, and you’re pretty sure you even shook off your pursuers for the time being. Everything is going all well and good, until…

Your foot slips.

Unable to regain your hold on the rock, you fall the rest of the way down, your back crashing hard to the ground. You internally panic as your vision grows blurry, and everything eventually fades to black.

* * *

You awake to someone petting your hair and whispering something you couldn’t quite make out. Tufts of pink hair let you know it was Ashido, and you realize that you’re now sitting in her lap while the both of you are leaning against a tree. You try to move away from her, but find that you’ve been restrained by Sero’s tape. It completely wrapped around your torso, tying your arms in a way you wouldn’t be able to use them.

“Ah, guys! They’re up!” Ashido exclaims, drawing the attention of your other five captors. Kaminari immediately drops to your side to pull you into a hug.

“Shit, you had me worried sick, babe! You’ve got a real knack for giving other people heart attacks, you know that?” He cries, his tears soaking your shoulder.

Sero and Jiro kneel down to gently pry Kaminari off of you, before hugging you themselves.

“You can’t just run off like that, (Name). Are you trying to permanently damage your leg?” Sero lightly scolds.

“We’re just happy we were able to find you quickly. Who knows what would have happened if we didn’t,” Jiro says.

“...How did you find me so fast? I chose the most random hotel… How’d you know I was there?” you ask, almost afraid to know the answer.

Kaminari pulls out his phone, showing you an app displaying a map of the city. A red dot was blinking where the hotel was located.

A tracker.

“After that escape attempt you had a while back, I got paranoid and made sure that necklace I gave you doubled as a tracking device.” He grins and ruffles your hair. “You said you didn’t want it, but ended up taking it with you anyway. Good thing, too.”

No…  All I had to do was just leave that stupid necklace behind and I might have been free by now?! 

You want to scream. To break out of your bindings and throw Kaminari off of that ledge. It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair! Why do they get to be happy while you suffer under their controlling and suffocating behavior?

Kirishima notices the dark look in your eyes, the absolute hatred that’s coursing through your veins. He extends a tentative hand out to touch your shoulder, asking, “(Name)… Are you okay?”

“OF COURSE I’M FUCKING NOT!” you snap, baring your teeth at the redhead. He retracts his hand, hurt flashing over his features. You continue your outburst.

“I am so sick and tired of all your guys’ bullshit! You are all INSANE and need help if you actually think keeping me trapped in your homes is going to help me get better! It’s doing the opposite and making me feel WORSE. So if you really care about me, love me, and want to see me actually happy, I suggest you forget you ever knew me and let. Me. Go.”

Everyone is silent for a moment while you catch your breath. You think you put at least some sense into their heads, until Kirishima spoke up again.

“You know… I think about your accident every single day,” he starts, fists clenched. “Do you know how horrifying it was to watch you be crushed? I just can’t get over it… You were right in front of me, but I still couldn’t save you in time. Even now, I couldn’t stop you from running away and falling off a cliff.” He pauses to make direct eye contact with you. “I need you with me, (Name). What if the next accident is fatal? What will I do then? I can’t live without you. None of us can.”

You want to spit at that shitty reasoning, but Bakugo piping up drew your attention towards him.

“From now on, we won’t let your clumsy ass out of our sight. I’ll make sure of it,” the blond grunted, kneeling down and grabbing hold of your left leg. The one that’s still completely functional.

You try to kick him away and squirm out of his grip, but Ashido and Kaminari tighten their hold on you. “Wha-What are you doing?” Kirishima, Sero, and Jiro grimace at the fear in your voice.

All it takes is a clean snap of the bone for you to lose all hope of freedom.

You scream in agony, bile stinging your throat from the way your leg now bends at an unnatural angle. The others’ hushed words of reassurance do nothing to comfort you as Bakugo stands up. His expression almost appears pained, but he is not regretful.

“It’ll heal, as long as you don’t do any more stupid things. We’ll just have to care for you all over again.” He motioned for Kirishima to pick you up and start bringing you back to their home.

And the intense pain coursing through your body almost had you looking forward to their care.

[macsimagines]

hello 👋 are you getting questions? if not just ignore but if so I would like to order one of the kawata yandere twins, baby trap

My boys!!! Trash demons

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, BABY TRAPPING

Yandere! Souya & Nahoya Kawata (AKA Smiley & Angry)

They love you so much. Since the day they met you in grade school you had belonged to the boys heart and soul. Or more accurately they belonged to you.

The boys had ended up fighting over whose bride you would be and your resolution had been saying that they would both be your wives.

They ended up agreeing to that with no problems, except for the fact that they took your vow of loyalty and plans of future marriage very seriously.

Now all these years later they proudly proclaim to be married to you, much to your indifference. "Ya, they're my besties. They're only joking." "Y/N, I just watched them run over someone with their bike."

It starts to become very clear to the boys that you don't intend on keeping your promise and that they need to hold you to your word. After all, you did say you'd take responsibility for them.

Nahoya comes up with the idea first. "Sex friends," he explains to you and Souya both, "I mean, we're so close already, and if we mess up or embarrass ourselves it won't be so bad. We're already best friends right?"

And Souya doesn't want to agree, he wants sex with you to be meaningful, beautiful even. But Big bro knows best and he promises the rewards will all be worth it in the end.

And You? Well you're too stupid to really find a solid argument against it. You've never had a boyfriend and your inexperience was starting to bother you. You never really got the chance to experiment or date, every time any guy even tried anything with you they'd just mysteriously ghost you.

So you all agree. Casual sex that's it. But then the sex gets.. a lot. Way more than what you were expecting. One twin always needs attention and it seems like you can never catch a break.

"Nii-Chan got to do it raw, why not me?" "I heard you rode Souya till he cried, its my turn now, right?" "I wanna cum inside, Y/N."

Of course you got pregnant. Of course they were lying when they said they'd pull out. Of course you believed them when they told you it would be fine...

"Don't worry, Y/N, we'll take responsibility." "Ya! We'll actually keep our promise." "You're gonna be the prettiest bride~"

[dingochef]

Instructions for a Good Time

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC-Elsa Matthews)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), blow jobs, fingering (all kinds), rimming, pegging,

Summary: An innocent question from Boys Night Out ™ leads Jake to an entirely new way of pleasure, and you're more than happy to give it to him. AKA, the long awaited pegging Jake fic.

Word Count: 5.5k (a quick drabble my ass….pun intended).

A gift for you all lovely lovelies and just in time for Christmas. What started as a tiny idea for a drabble/ficlet to celebrate 200 followers….here we are. Enjoy, fellow sluts reblog, and let me know where you got to awkwardly read this during the holidays!

Masterlist

“How was your boys' night, Jake?” you ask, noticing how your boyfriend sways slightly as he hangs up his jacket and takes off his shoes.

“T’was good,” he responds, a slight slur emphasizing the slight Texas twang usually hiding in his accent. He shuffles into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water.

You move over on the couch to allow him a spot to plop down, making sure your wine glass is safe on the table. Jake had gone out with some of the guys from the Dagger Squad, a few of them, including his bestie Coyote, being in town as guest lecturers for Top Gun. Rooster declared it a “Boyz Night,” which Jake only agreed to when it was spelled correctly, the sucker for details he is.

Jake settles in next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder, languid and relaxed, a tipsy amount inebriated, not sloppy. You put your book down on the coffee table, exchanging it for your wine glass. You're about to take a sip when Jake asks, in perhaps the most casual manner ever given what is about to come out of his mouth,

“Have you ever pegged anyone?”

You're grateful that your wine glass has just reached your lips and you hadn't fully tilted it up to drink, or there would be a fine mist of merlot spraying across your living room.

“I'll answer, but where did that come from?” you ask, gently, looking down to see the wheels turning in his head.

“Got talking about sex stuff with the guys,” he replies.

You raise an eyebrow in concern that some of the intimate details of your sex life with Jake were up for public discussion. He clocks the gesture and reassures you quickly,

“In general terms, nothing too detailed. And, it came up.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“There has to be more discussion than there's a sex act called pegging. Moving on,” you counter and Jake slightly blushes.

“Coyote talked about the difference of being with a woman versus a man, specifically receiving instead of giving. Said it would blow your mind.”

Coyote, Jake's best friend and his ride or die for many years, is gay. A simple fact that no one in the Dagger Squad, especially Jake, had ever batted an eyelash at.

“Makes sense,” you hum, combing your fingers through Jake's hair, “Men do have a prostate.”

Jake chuckles and then says,

“I did choke on my beer when Rooster agreed.”

You and Jake sit comfortably for a few minutes, before you respond.

“Yes, I have pegged someone.”

Jake perks up, waiting for more details.

“I had a boyfriend in grad school who liked…to explore…that side,” you pause,

“Is that something you'd be interested in exploring?”

Jake turns a satisfying shade of red as he considers the offer,

“With you, yes.”

You let out a sound halfway between a whimper and a moan at the thought of that experience with Jake. The boyfriend from grad school had a more feminine, softer body, and a more submissive vibe to him. The idea of taking Jake in all his muscled alpha male glory does things to you, those things mostly being getting your thong very damp.

Before your imagination goes too far thinking about how each muscle in his back would ripple deliciously every time you thrusted, you remember there are some practical matters to attend to, you ask,

“Have you ever engaged in ass play?”

It's Jake's turn to have his eyes bug out in surprise, he coughs on his water before answering,

“Umm, no. No, I haven't.”

You slide your hand into his,

“That's good information to know, we're going to have to work up to actual pegging. As much as you like to go balls to the wall with everything,” he laughs quietly, shaking his head slightly at your terrible joke. Your other hand cups his jaw, a light graze of stubble tickling your palm,

“I don't want to hurt you, Jake. I want to take care of you.”

He leans into your hand and kisses your palm.

“Okay, El. I trust you, completely. I know you'll take care of me and I'll have a very good time.”

“I will Jake, you okay to try something tonight?” you ask, a little unsure, “Like blowjob with some extras?”

Jake laughs, bright and loud,

“El, I will always say yes to a blowjob. And yes, we can try some stuff.”

After a quick peck on his lips you spring off the couch, and tell him,

“Stay there, I'll be right back.”

He nods as you slide across the hardwood to your bedroom where you find the lube in your bedside table.

You return to the living room, where Jake is sitting on the couch awaiting your return. Placing the lube on the table you straddle Jake's lap and pull him in for a deep kiss, your tongues melding together as you rock your hips. You sigh when his hardening cock puts pressure on your clit through your thin sleep shorts and underwear.

He reaches down to pull your shirt over your head and you let him guide the soft fabric of one of his worn Navy tees off your body. You return the favor and slide his shirt off, dropping it on the couch. Instantly his mouth is on your breasts, teasing and licking at the nipples. The sensation is so good that he almost distracts you from your original mission. Reluctantly, you slide off Jake and kneel on the floor in front of him.

You snicker to yourself as you ease his belt through the Texas Longhorns belt buckle, like anyone would ever forget Jake is from Texas. Jake lifts his hips to allow you to pull off his jeans, leaving them in a small heap next to the sofa. Lightly you run your nails up Jake's leg to the top of his boxer briefs and pull them down, releasing his hard cock, precum visible on the ruddy red tip. His underwear joins his pants on the floor and you turn your attention to him and his gorgeous cock.

Peppering light kisses along the shaft you work your way up to tip, pausing a moment before you take him into your mouth. You take a little bit more of him on every bob up and down till his dick is hitting the back of your throat. A natural steady rhythm forms as you work Jake up, listening to his moans, grunts, and words of praise.

“Fuck, El, that feels good. You suck my cock so well,” he murmurs, holding back your hair as you pleasure him. He is getting close, so you pull off of him and drag a finger down the shaft wet with your spit, past his balls, and very gently circle around his hole.

“Can I touch you here?” you ask, almost breathless in anticipation of his answer, you've kept your other hand slowly jerking him up and down.

“Yes, fuck, El. Yes, touch me,” he pants out, his green eyes hazed over with lust. Grabbing the lube from the table you squeeze some out on your hand, enjoying the little whine from Jake when you pull your hand away from his cock.

After the lube has warmed up, you lean back down, taking him in your mouth as you press your middle finger gently against his hole. You tease just the tip of your digit past the ring of strong muscles. Your other hand stroking his cock. Jake moans softly above you,

“Color?” you ask Jake, pulling off his cock for a brief moment.

“Green, El. Green,” he responds, voice calm.

Emboldened by his answer you push your finger slowly up inside him up to the second knuckle. The way he moans only gives you some more confidence. Making sure there is enough lube, you push your finger further into him, seeking his prostate.

The moment you find the small rubbery bump with the thin tip of your finger, you know Jake understands how it feels to have your clit sucked. He lets out the deepest, most primal grunt mixed with a moan you've ever heard from him.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, El…yes, there, keep touching me, ugh, there,”

Jake grunts. His breath catches every time you surge up on his prostate with your finger. You slide your mouth back down on him.

Syncing up your finger thrusts into Jake along with each slide of your hand and head up and down his cock.

Above you Jake is losing his mind,

“Fuck, El, not gonna last long..too good,” he pants out.

It only takes a few more repetitions for Jake to come undone, his entire body spasming from head to toe. Jake is lightly thrusting as he falls over the edge. He is speaking but not forming any words you recognize.

“Oh my, fuck, good, so good,” he says, interspersed with grunts and moans.

His release floods your mouth, some spilling out the corner of your mouth. Slowly and gently you slide off Jake's and pull your finger from him, earning a light sigh from him.

He is looking down at you, sated and face filled with love and tenderness that seems out of place with what you just did. He runs his thumb to collect the come that has dribbled down your chin. He swipes his thumb across your lips and your tongue darts out to taste him.

“Damn, El. You're going to kill me if you keep on like that,” he groans and pulls you up to his lap, grabbing your head for a deep kiss.

“How was that, Jake?” you ask, curious about his reaction. He smirks and nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Really fucking good,” he responds, smiling shyly in the skin of your neck.

“I’m glad,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him on the forehead, mindful to keep your lube covered hand away from Jake and your upholstery. Jake yawns, causing you to yawn.

“Let's head to bed, sweetheart,” Jake offers and you nod in agreement,

“I need to take care of my girl.”

–

“Couldn't we just order this online?” Jake, slightly whines, stepping into the sex shop behind you.

“I think this is the best way to, I don't know..., pick out something that's going in your body. Just think of all the other terrible Amazon purchases you've made. Do I need to remind you of the Tiny Chair Debacle™ ?” you respond.

“To be fair they didn't say it was for a dollhouse,” he counters.

“It was an armchair for ten dollars, Jake,” you remind him.

“Okay, okay, you're right,” Jake concedes and lets his shoulders relax as he follows you deeper into the store towards the toy section.

“Here we go. Which one do you want to take home?” you ask, big smirk on your face. Jake glares at you,

“You're loving this aren't you?”

“Yup, for such a sexual person, you being all bashful when it comes to sex toys is endearing,” you answer, going up on tip toe to to give his mildly grumpy mouth a kiss. He sighs and points to an all black dildo of rather substantial size, asking,

“How about this one?”

Tilting your head and picking up the object, you offer some advice,

“Mm, seems too stiff,” Jake snickers at your word choice, “And a little ambitious for a first time.”

Setting it down you walk down the wall where dildos of all sizes, shapes, and colors are perched on clear plastic shelves, Jake trailing behind you.

You select a slimmer blue model with some give and a slight curve and hand it to Jake. He takes it and considers it.

“This one would be good, reasonable girth, flexible, and it's shaped to hit your prostate.”

Jake stops and looks at you, a smirk on his face,

“You researched this, didn't you?”

“Of course, you didn't think we'd just go into this blind? I want this to be good for you.”

“God, you are such an engineer. And it's really hot,” he places the dildo in your hand, “Yes, let's get this one.”

Quickly you find a harness and some other lubes. A few minutes later you've got an entire pegging starter pack in a bright magenta shopping bag.

When you get home you place the bag on the bed, Jake follows you in and slides up behind you. His hands on your hips, he starts to kiss a line down your neck.

“Can we try it out?” he asks as his hands toy with the hem of your shirt.

“Yes, I'm game,” you reply and Jake pulls your shirt off. Turning around you return the favor and shed Jake's shirt.

“Let's start with a shower,” you suggest. Jake grins and slides his strong hands down your back over your ass and under your thighs pulling you up to him. On instinct you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and your legs around his waist. Jake captures your lips into a deep kiss and walks you both to the bathroom.

“Showoff,” you tease as he sets you down. Jake continues to strip as you start the shower. Your clothes hit the floor as the water warms up. Stepping into the water you hold out your hand for Jake to follow and he does eagerly.

Your arms wrap around Jake and his around you as the warm water envelops you both. He leans down to kiss you and you both sink into the kiss. You slide your arms down Jake’s back massaging the muscles as you trace his lips with your tongue. He sighs and allows your tongue into mouth and his into yours.

You let yourselves get lost in each other's mouth, embrace, and bodies. Hands sliding easily with the water, gently caressing each other.

Knowing just how long your water heater will last, you finally break apart and grab a washcloth. As you pull Jake's body wash off the rack you say,

“Turn around, let me wash you.”

Jake takes a deep breath, turning quickly and slapping his hands on the wall with his legs spread like he's preparing for a cavity search. The gesture pulls a laugh out of you.

Jake turns and looks at you confused.

“Come here,” you say softly, squeezing some body wash on the cloth. He steps back to you as you run the sudsy cloth along his shoulders.

“This is about relaxing you, not just some perfunctory step in the process. Let me take care of you. Just like you take care of me.”

His face loses the tightness it had before as you run the cloth on his chest, enjoying your touch.

When you're satisfied with his chest, you gently place your hand on his shoulder and he turns around.

You reassure him with a hug, even if your face mashes in between his shoulder blades because of your height difference. He sinks back into your embrace, folding his arms over yours.

Starting at his shoulders you swipe the cloth around, making sure to massage each muscle earning you some sighs and groans along the way.

“Feeling good?” you ask, continuing to work your way down his back.

“Yes, El. I should have you do this more often. You have magic hands,” he replies, arching his back to allow you more access to some of his lower back muscles.

“I think that can be arranged,” you reply, sweetly kissing between his shoulder blades. Convinced that Jake is relaxed and close to being putty in your hands, you let the wash cloth slide down the sharp slope of his ass making sure to gently caress the firm muscles with your other hand.

Trailing kisses down his spine you kneel down continuing your worship of his body. You make sure to kiss both dimples on his ass; the thought that you want to leave lipstick marks on them someday flashes in your brain.

You lead with the washcloth and gently swipe across his hole as you drop more kisses on his firm ass. Dropping the washcloth you place both hands symmetrically on each cheek, your thumbs just at the top of his crack. Massaging small circles you slide down his crack, pulling apart his cheeks as your tongue follows the same path.

Stopping just shy of his hole, you ask,

“Color, baby?”

From above you hear Jake's head thunk onto his forearm planted on the tile.

“Green, El. So green,” he pants out. Satisfied with his answer you dart your tongue out to trace the delicate muscles around his hole.

“Fuck, El…feels good,” Jake moans, slightly muffled by his arm.

Slowly and methodically you swirl around him, enjoying the sounds you're pulling out of him.

“More, please, El, more,” he begs and you oblige him and push the point of your tongue into the center.

“El, fuck…,” Jake's words fade as you thrust in and out with your tongue. It's when Jake starts to push back at your face that you know it's time. Settling one last kiss on his ass you stand up.

“Ready for more, baby?” you coo into his ear. He stands upright turning to look at you and catch you in a kiss.

“Fuck me, please El. Fuck me,” he moans into your mouth.

Getting out of the shower, dried, and back to the bedroom is a blur of hands, kisses, and a few giggles as you maneuver down the hall to your bedroom.

When you reach the edge of the bed, you direct Jake to lie down,

“Get comfy. On your back.”

He lays down with his easy grace for a man so large and looks at you in anticipation, the bright magenta shopping bag still on the bed. Flexing his arms to put his hands behind his head he watches your movements as you pull out the dildo, strap, and one of the new lubes. A lube the lady at the store swore by for anal. You lean down to give a quick peck before saying,

“Let me go make sure this is clean and open the lube. Be right back.”

A quick rinse with some soap and water and opening of the lube later you’re back at the bed stepping into the harness, an understated neoprene number in black. (Recommend because it's machine washable, it appealed to your practical side.)

Jake watches you intently as you adjust the straps to your liking and attach the dildo. With the final adjustments completed, a slight look of apprehension crosses Jake's face as he reaches out and touches the dildo and considers its size. Sensing the tension you decide to crack a joke,

“So tell me the truth. Who wore it better?” you ask, grinning and swinging the dildo back forth comically. Jake cracks a grin and laughs.

“Well, I hope I wore it better, but mine’s not blue,” he replies, his patented smirk on his face.

Leaning down to kiss your favorite smile in the all world, you answer back, against his lips,

“Without a doubt you wear it and me better, lie back and let me take care of you.”

He sighs into the kiss and lies back, settling into the pillows, and letting any tension ebb out of his body in one long breath out. You chase his lips down and kneel on the bed, taking your time to drag your lips along his jaw, neck, and chest leaving kisses on your wake. Your hands come up to cup Jake's pecs and gently brush against his nipples with your thumbs.

Looking up at Jake you can see is relaxed, his eyes hazy and watching you worship his body. You meet his gaze and tell him,

“You are so beautiful, Jake.”

He blushes at the comment, but graciously accepts it and cradles your face in a loving gesture. Planting firm kisses down the midline of his abs you slide into place between his legs.

Jake's half hard when you draw him in your mouth, and you enjoy the heady feeling of him plumping up in your mouth as you work down his cock. You slide up and down with your mouth and hands a few times, letting your spit run down to his balls. You leave your hand on his shaft and trail your lips down to his balls, licking them generously.

“Feels good, El,” Jake pants from above. You give each ball one last kiss and lick your tongue across his taint and finally to his hole.

“I'm going to open you up, Jake. Is that okay?” you ask, you've been gently stroking his cock this whole time.

“Yes, El. Green,” he answers. You grab the lube and squeeze a dollop on your fingers and try to warm it up.

“This might be cold,” you warm Jake as you smear the lube on his hole, he starts a little and then relaxes again. Slowly and methodically you start with one finger, not getting deep enough to hit his prostate, a second, and finally a third. You check in at each stage and receive a breathier “Green” each time from Jake.

“Are you ready for my cock, Jake?” you ask as you kneel up, making sure to make eye contact with Jake.

“Jesus, El. Yes, I'm ready for your cock, please fuck me, it's been hours,” he answers more strung out than whiney.

“Roll over on your knees,” you instruct him and he complies. A few pillows are stuffed under his hips and he leans down crossing his forearms and resting his turned head on them. It takes a few adjustments from both of you to find the right height and angle for the mechanics of it all to work. Those details worked out with a few giggles and laughs, you lube up the dildo and place it at his hole.

“Ready? We can always stop,” you reassure him.

“Yes, please, El. I'm aching for it,” he answers. With that all clear you guide the tip of the dildo to his hole with your hand and gently, slowly insert the tip into the tight ring of muscles. It glides in easily, all of the prep worth it. You slide a bit farther and pull back out just a little, testing the waters.

“Fuuuck, fuck that feels good,” Jake practically shouts. He starts to push back at you in an effort to get more of the dildo. You smile to yourself, feeling accomplished as you thrust in. The push and pull repeats itself a few more times and a low moan is pulled from Jake and a frenzied,

“There, fucking there, so good, please more.”

Triumphant you've found his prostate you keep thrusting at the same depth, determined to get Jake to that edge in a new way. Your hands grip hard on his hips, just where his Adonis belt meets his quads, to keep you in place as you pull in and out of him. The rhythm established, you take the time to savor and thoroughly enjoy the vision before you. Jake has lifted up onto his forearms, no doubt to get more leverage to push back. His head oscillates between being thrown back, neck stretched out as he moans, and hanging down as the pleasure overwhelms him. Every time you surge forward he meets you halfway. You let one hand wander to catalog each of the muscles in his back and how they flex and twitch each beat of the rhythm. You can't help but be transfixed watching the dildo, your cock as you've started calling it now, slide in and out of Jake. The absolute ecstasy you're giving him is a heady feeling and ratchets up your arousal, soaking the neoprene of the harness.

“Fuck, Jake, you look so good damn hot, can't believe I'm the one who gets to see you like this, fuck you like this, make you feel so good,” you pant out between each push of your hips.

“So good, El, so fuckin’ good. You fuck me so well,” he responds, the words scattered between each ebb and surge of your bodies.

“Think you can come just like this, Jake?” you ask, knowing your stamina for this position is waning.

“Need more, touch me, please, please,” Jake begs, “Something please.”

“Okay, one sec,” you reply. You pull all the way out on your next beat, earning an anguished moan from Jake, words of confusion tumble out of his mouth,

“No, where? What? El?”

Laying a reassuring kiss at the small of his back and stroking his flank in a soothing manner, you instruct him,

“Flip over.”

He complies with amazing speed as you sweep the pillows off the bed and slide up to meet him. Sweat is beaded up on his face, hair in a dozen different directions, and his eyes are glazed over with pleasure. His cock pulses on his abdomen, a sheen of precum on his abs.

“Hands here,” you direct him, taking his hands in yours and sliding them under his thighs as you lift his legs up for a better angle, “Hold them, right there.”

He complies and lets them bend at the knee. Shuffling the last few inches, you rest the tip of your cock at his hole as you apply more lube.

“Ready?” you ask and are startled by how fast Jake replies.

“Fuck yes, please just get in me, El.”

Happy with that answer you slide in smoothly as deep as you'd been going before, the same feral reaction from Jake when you find that special bundle of nerves.

“Ungh, right…fucking…there, El,” he pants out between thrusts. Satisfied with your rhythm you grab the sides of Jake's waist and hold hard against his prostate on one thrust in and gently massage his prostate with a slight rocking of your hips, Jake's moans change in response.

“Fuck…good…ahhahh…there, ungh.”

You lean down, thankful for all your gymnastics training and twice weekly yoga, because you know Jake is about to lose his mind, and you're more than happy to do it for him. You slide one hand from his waist to the base of his cock to hold it one place and with no warning take Jake's cock as far in your mouth as you can and suck hard. The overwhelming combination of your cock in his ass, your hand jerking at the base of his dick, and your mouth are the explosive elements Jake needs for total liftoff.

Jake's orgasm is a whole body experience, his hand flies down to the back of your head holding it there as he thrusts up into your mouth flooding it with his come, and his ass clenches around the strap on and puts a delicious pressure on your clit. He comes with a loud shout,

“Ohmyfuckin’ god, fuuuuck.”

His release floods your mouth and you can't hold it all in or swallow it and it drips out of your mouth onto his abs.

Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through his body accompanied by another spurt of come. The waves decrease in intensity and Jake falls back to the bed limp, his hand sliding off your head. You take that as your cue to release him from your mouth.

Leaning up, you warn him,

“I'm pulling out, okay?” and he feebly waves a hand in answer. Gently you pull the strap on out and quickly unclip the straps releasing it to the bed.

You climb over Jake, mindful of his oversensitive cock where it rests on his belly in a puddle of come. Sliding up his lax body, you position your knees on either side of his chest and lean up so he has a front row seat of your glistening cunt.

“Fuck, Jake. That was so hot, so fucking sexy. Fucking you got me this wet. Feel,” you pant as your hand slides to give your clit some relief. Jake is mesmerized by your frenzied movements on your clit and brings his hand up to offer you two fingers to fuck yourself on. They slide in easily with how turned on you are, it takes a few pumps of his thick fingers and tight circles around your clit to fall over the edge, a gush of your slick coating Jake's hand and arm as you clench on his fingers.

“I'm coming,” you shriek as your pent up arousal bursts forth. Unable to hold yourself up you lean forward planting a hand in the pillow next to Jake's head. Under you Jake groans as you clench on his fingers as each wave hits you. The pleasure ebbs as Jake pulls his hand from you and both are left panting gazing into each other's eyes. A few moments of silence and you both crack a giddy smile.

“Wow,” you say, at a loss for more eloquent words.

“Wow,” he repeats, making you both laugh. Rolling to Jake's side, you lie on your back catching your breath. When you look over, Jake is lying peacefully, eyes closed and a wide smile on face.

“I'll be right back,” you tell him and slide off the bed, he nods lazily. You head to the bathroom for thorough hand washing and tooth brush before grabbing a bottle of water and some dark chocolate squares.

Back in the bedroom, you sit on the bed and brush Jake's shoulder gently, he stirs looking up at you in a way that can only be described as “dreamy”.

“Here, sit up. I got some water and chocolate for you. Drink and eat this while I get the shower going.”

He sits up and leans against the headboard and takes the water and chocolate from your hands. You give him a quick kiss on the forehead before you grab the strap to bring to the bathroom.

As you let the water heat up, you disassemble the strap, throwing the harness in the dirty laundry and washing the dildo off with a gentle soap per the directions. Those tasks completed you go and gather Jake, he has dutifully drank the water and eaten the chocolate.

He follows you when you take him by the hand to the bathroom and settles on the bench in the shower. You pull down his shampoo and tilt him forward to get his hair wet. Standing in front of him you lather his hair, making sure to comb your nails through Jake's hair in the way that he likes. Jake leans his head against your stomach and wraps his arms around your back. You grab the hand sprayer to rinse Jake's hair so you don't have to break this embrace and closeness. Rinsed and just luxuriating in the water you hook a gentle finger under Jake's chin to direct his gaze to you. Satisfied his gorgeous green eyes are meeting yours you ask, softly,

“How do you feel, Jake?”

He smiles in response and pulls you down to straddle his lap, in a gesture that clocks as intimate rather than physical.

“Really fucking good. I liked it, well loved it, obviously, it was different in a way I didn't know my body could do. But I think the part I enjoyed most was just how focused you were on taking care of me. It made me feel…,” he pauses, a bashful look creeps onto his face,

“Incredibly loved.”

Your face softens and you surge forth to give him a reassuring kiss,

“You are incredibly loved, by me. Everything I give back to you is a reflection of the love you give me, Jake. I love you so fucking much, it takes my breath away sometimes. I always want you to feel our love.”

A brilliant smile blooms on his face as he kisses the side of your neck in a sweet gesture.

“Thank you, El. I love you so much too,” he replies, trailing his lips up to meet yours for a kiss. It's sweet and followed up by a few playful pecks. You and Jake sit wrapped up in each other, the sound of the water soothing as you lean your foreheads together soaking up the warmth and intimacy of the moment.

You startle slightly when Jake breaks the silence,

“I didn't know you were that flexible,” he says.

The thought that Jake was surprised by your flexibility makes you laugh, bright and loud, it echoes around the shower.

You lean back to look Jake in the eyes.

“Really, Jake? Think of all the ways you've fucked me like a pretzel,” you say, eyebrow raised. A dirty montage floats through Jake's brain, bringing an equally dirty smile to his face, as you say the next thing,

“I'm not a former gymnast who does twice weekly yoga for nothing.”

He laughs and tilts head in agreement, a mischievous look appears in his eyes, one you know well.

“Just think of what we could do with yoga three times a week, sweetheart,” he says, signature smirk in place.

“Jake!”

–

Of course I couldn't write these two disgustingly in love people doing something as intense as pegging as a quick ficlet. No, we HAVE to know why they're fucking and all those gooey emotions with it. Hope you enjoyed it.

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The way u format ur drawings and comics are SO GOOD its so easy to read but I can get SO MUCH FEELJNG FROM IT it's my favorite thing ever pls don't explode 🎀

Oh my god thank you so much dygdgdgdh

Formating is something that I actually get a bit anxious about during the arting process, especially for comics that have a lot of dialogue

Cause other than making sure that the art and dialogue are easy to follow along, i need to account for differences in how people perceive said art and dialogue, a lil example of this is this lil panel

Most people are going to read it like this:

however people are different and i know there are people who tend to read it like this:

So I try my damn best to make the dialogue is easy to follow along so even people who usually read dialogue the second way, actually read it in the first way (aka the way i intend it to be read, whether I succeed or not isn’t something I’m aware of but I sure do hope so hahaha)

And I also love to experiment with panels to see how to make the comic look a lot cooler while still maintaining simplicity and its easiness to follow along

Here’s a quick example of the same page but after playing around with the panels, the first is the og page look, the second is the final page look (you’re lucky to see a page from an unreleased yet to be finished comic dbhdhdhdh)

Needless to say comics are hard to make but still are very fun

Knowing my comics are easy to follow yet they still get the feelings i want across makes me happy actually so thank you for telling me that <3333

Dw would never explode just for you 🫵❤️🌷✨

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First time romancing Astarion, and I'm all aboard the ace-spec interpretation of Astarion that I've seen floating around. As someone who's ace, I definitely resonated with him in this scene anyway. That hug reaction from Astarion. Oof.

And the fact that if you also romance Halsin, one of the dialogue options Astarion can give you is to say something like: 'it's not because... we haven't... in a while... is it?'... My heart cracked painfully at that, I'm not going to lie. I have spoken almost exactly that sentence before, worrying that just kissing and physical affection is not enough for someone who's not ace. To have that validated by Astarion was really special for me.

(aka, I really didn't get to know Astarion very well in my first playthrough because he didn't approve of my absolute doormat of a Tav (Kaerlyn the drow) and I didn't spend much time with him, but now with my sassy monk...? I get it. I totally get why you all love Astarion so much).

EDIT: additional dialogue from Raphael talking about Cazador indicates that it might be linked to vampirism (my own headcanon for vampires anyway is they can't get aroused without having fed recently, not just BG3 vamps, but in general)

[some poly-ace-astarion thoughts under the cut too]

I'm not 100% convinced that Astarion is really ok with the consensual poly situation in-game, because he famously doesn't say what he actually wants and is the king of manipulating others, especially in sexual situations (e.g. what Cazador sent him out to do, and how). I'm not sure if I'll reload a save and just have Halsin as a friend...

The dialogue when you check in with Astarion before the Halsin scene is... strained? Odd??? Maybe it's just me over-analysing it. He sounded strained though - his tone high pitched and more grandiose than he'd been in previous cut-scenes, where he was more softly-spoken. It sounded more like early-game Astarion to me...

Also, my dialogue options may have been totally randomised the next time I approached Astarion after a steamy night with Halsin, but they sounded kind of strained there too, and I got the 'I can never say no to you' one, which set my ace people-pleaser alarm bells ringing...

As someone who's poly-romantic but asexual, I can project/imagine here that Astarion has come to care for Tav a lot (more than he ever expected, for sure), and he genuinely wants Tav to be happy. He trusts Tav enough to know that Tav respects his autonomy and right to decide things for himself, and values Astarion for who he is, so Astarion is intellectually/conceptually happy for Tav to get something from Halsin that Astarion is not providing (sex), but perhaps emotionally that additional fact and dynamic is harder to deal with.

That could totally be me projecting though, because that's how I'd react if my husband (not ace) and I (ace) were in that situation (we've discussed it between us, actually XD). Feelings of guilt and inadequacy around sex itself are apparently very common with us ace folks, even in very healthy and happy relationships.

Anyway, that turned into a ramble I didn't intend on a rainy Sunday afternoon. I'm not looking to start any discourse about this though. If you don't see Astarion that way, or had a different experience and interpretation, that's all totally valid and I'm not trying to invalidate it in anyway.

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Drink Your Villain Juice - FAQ

Contains mild spoilers.

What is the story about?

You play as a science experiment turned undercover supervillain, charged with gathering information on a mysterious new villain group in town. With many skeletons in your closet and mixed allegiances, whose side are you really on?

Genres: Horror, action, traumatised people trying to heal (or get worse)

Who is involved with this IF?

There's the writer, and there's her wife (the secretary!). Both of us are active on the blog, so you may sometimes see posts unrelated directly to DYVJ, usually tagged #unrelated.

What are the protagonist's powers?

The protagonist/MC can grow a resilient membrane over their body, forming two tendrils from their shoulders. The membrane makes them stronger, faster, and more resilient.

MC can also select one of three power specialities: inducing wild and uncontrolled mutations of their body, creating small creepy-crawly minions (referred to as 'nodes'), and growing a protective carapace.

Will we be able to gain multiple powers/will you add new powers?

No: both would add too much complexity and also detract from the significance of the choice.

Will our powers get stronger?

Yes, to an extent, but I don't write based on power levels anyway. :)

Who is this Paradigm/Dime person people keep talking about?

Paradigm, AKA Dime, is the MC! It's their codename with their 'true' faction.

How long will the story be? Is it going to be a series?

Length: I have no idea! I'm not intending to get completely bonkers, but I want to ensure all the ROs get their time in the sun too.

Series: I suspect this will be a duology, but I can't be certain yet as we're not deep enough into the narrative.

Did you say Romance Options!? Elaborate!

There are currently 7 romanceable characters in DYVJ. You can also play the MC as aromantic, asexual, or both. The ROs are explained in more detail on choice of games, but briefly:

Mallory (non-binary), Wilson/Wilma/Willow (gender-selectable), Kay (female), Teddie (male, men only), Control Group (female), Alistair (male), Beth (female, women/nonbinaries).

I'm intending on including at least one poly route, featuring Wil and Kay.

I've heard there's a choice to have a previous RO in the past?

Correct! There's a flashback sequence with MC and some friends before the supervillainy. You can choose to have MC dating or crushing on Prii (nonbinary), Shauna (female), Grant (male), or Beth (female). This doesn't prevent you from romancing someone else later on!

Will the characters from the flashback show up again?

I can promise some level of closure! There won't be romance routes though. (Beth notwithstanding)

Will you make [X] an RO?

Seven is already an awful lot! I don't want to overcommit by adding more!

Can I select all the options for the Juice changing my character's appearance?

I'm presently not planning on adding this. I'd have to alter some code in an annoying way and I enjoy it being a choice with intent instead of an 'all of the above'.

Will we be able to get off the Juice/free from control?

Keep playing and see. ;)

How villainous can I get?/Do I have to be a villain?

There will be opportunities to leap off the proverbial slippery slope, but also to be unhappy and conflicted about what you're being forced to do.

Drink Your Villain Juice! is kind of a goofy name.

So I've heard! I know it's given people the impression that this is a comedy, which it, uh, very much is not. Honestly Drink Your Villain Juice! was the only title that popped for me in the conceptual stage: everything else felt much more bland or generic.

I've found a bug, how can I let you know?

First, please make sure you didn't resume playing on Dashingdon from an old save: updates to Dashingdon tend to break a lot of stuff in the backend and that's been the root of a lot of errors in the past.

If you're confident this isn't the problem, then just send an ask or post on the COG forum! I'll look into it.

I'd like to give feedback on the game!

Once again, send an ask, or post on the COG forum. I also have a feedback form I'm trying out for each chapter, so you can fill that out if you like!

Can I support you?

That's very kind of you! Support from fans is how I can work on the game and update as frequently as I do. I have a Patreon and a Ko-fi, but honestly, I'm grateful just for your feedback. :)

Do you have a discord?

Yes, it's tied to Patreon membership. However, if you have sent a tip/donation/etc, please reach out to DYVJ requests to talk about an invite. :)

[thebearme]

Any tf2 headcanons?

I was hoarding this ask for when I have alot of hcs but I now realize that that was an awful idea becuz now there too much going on in my brain. So I'll tell you the ones I can remember rn.

(btw this is gonna be a mess of silly and sad contention into a blender, so sorry for any whiplash)

Everyones business last name is TF2. It's canon, Ms Pauling said so.

Scout and Ms Pauling have one thing in common, they're simps for women out of their league and it's sad.

My current idea of the plot is that Ms Pauling is now the new administrator and the mercs are still working for her but now instead of a war they are now a Hire-A-Merc organization. Why, so they can pay the blood pact that the old administrator got them in from Abraham Lincoln.

The team is a merge for BLU and RED team members.

BLU: Scout, Medic, Soldier, Engineer | RED: Heavy, Demo, Spy, Sniper, Pyro

Engie has an gaming channel.

Engie is a little person. (you can't convince otherwise LOOK AT HIM)

Engie does his own surgery, not that he doesn't trust Medic. He just doesn't trust Medic. He has more trust that in his drunken state he could chop his arm off cleaner than Medic because of his god complex.

Engie says trans rights.

Engie has two moods: Wholesome bumpkin or manic "i am better than all of you".

Medic and Heavy are married. (but to be fair thats just canon)

Medic never had a medical license but he did go to school... for animal care.

Medic has a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine degree and lied ALOT to military when he got drafted to get out safely.

He got a nazi skeleton and dead parents out of that.

Medic burn his documents so now the only people that knows is the people he tells like Heavy.

Medic only have two reasons for being here- 1) to experiment on everyone. 2) Heavy

Medic eats like a cat eating a dragon fruit. And so does Archimedes.

Medic is the definition of "no rules no boundaries he doesn't flinch at torture and sells blood for money. He's your new best friend."

Medic is slowly going more insane with time and can't tell if it's because he sold his soul to the devil or because someone is secretly fucking with him. (it's Spy)

Heavy met Medic before joining the team.

Heavy has a cooking channel.

He's a masochist. (he has too if he's with Medic.)

Heavy will kill Soldier before he starts having kids with Zhanna. He's still not ok with him.

Heavy has lots of cute moles on him. (Medic makes sure to kiss each one and make sure they're not lethal.)

While Im at it Heavy family is cursed to fall in-love with insane men.

Pyro-vision is just Pyro going through a heat stroke.

Pyro is the leader of the hate spy club.

Pyro has kids that live in the ocean with his mermaid wife. Don't ask how, it's Pyro.

Engie and Scout are the only ones that understand what Pyro is saying completely.

Engie adopted Pyro unofficially but that's his son right there.

Soldier and Zhanna are gonna have twins.

Soldier and Demo had kiss once- with their socks on.

Medic did a blood test on Soldier and he actually is not 100% American, he doesn't know and everyone intends it to stay that way.

Soldier and Scout actually know each other from before getting hired by BLU. They were comrade in the 100,000 new men program in Vietnam.

After Scout left in general discharge from a land mine incident he thought that would be the laat time he sees him. He was wrong.

Don't worry they're chill, well as chill as man can be when their hand is somehow a magnet to your neck.

Sniper is a social smoker.

Sniper is like a lizard, he doesn't fuck with the cold.

Sniper is younger than Scout. He just spent too much time in the sun and now he looks like a divorce 40 y/o dad struggling with his mortgage. Or just a brown Adam Sandler.

Sniper got those old man bones AKA my bones. His knees be cracking down the hall.

Sniper hops round different peoples places for the holidays. He spent the most time at Engie's house with Pyro; he had spent a Christmas or two with Scout's family but a "certain someone" doesn't appreciate the bushman there and ruining his holiday with his family.

When Scout has to give directions or details of the area he just draws it. Because NO ONE understands this mans writing.

Scout's life mission is to be Gods greatest gift and not just for the women. Like the bible said "a hole is a hole"... or atleast thats what Scout remembers from church.

Scout while being illiterate CAN speak Spanish, Italian, Vietnamese and French. (but he doesn't remember where he learned french from tho.)

Scout is resistant to radiation at this point.

Before becoming a merc, Scout was working at a diner that fitted him quite well.

Waffle House at the graveyard shift.

Scout's fuckboy attitude comes from daddy issues while Spy slut attitude comes from mommy issues.

Spy came from a rich family until he ran away to help in the war effort and became a spy. He doesn't regret his decision nor miss his home but does wish he did a proper goodbye to his brother.

The reason Spy has teeth capsules in his mouth to begin with is because one time him and a his fellow spy were getting torture by the enemy by having their teeth removed. Now all his teeth are fake.

Speaking of teeth, Scout got his buck-teeth from Spy.

Spy HAS gotten lungs transplanted several times from Medic because this mf refuses to chill out and get help with his smoking problem.

Spy is gender fluid.

Spy is a furry.

Demo is going to kill him one day.

That day is when he finds his DA account.

[asnowfern]

When Words Fail

Summary: Elain doesn’t get out of the town house much. But on a rare occasion that she did, she runs into Lucien at a piano studio.

Rating: G

WC: 2.5k

Read on AO3

A/N: Happy @elucienweekofficial (aka one of the best times of the year🥰)! This was originally intended for the day 2 prompt: Golden. BUT I was in bed with a flu so you get it on day 3 instead 🤧 Enjoy ☺️

When words fail, music speaks

- Hans Christian Anderson

The city of dreamers buzzes around Elain, comes to life with energetic shouts across the streets advertising for new shows and wafts of delectable street snacks. Doe eyes widen to take them all in.

A biting wind passes her by and Elain pulls her cloak closer around her, enveloping herself entirely in the thick feathered coat. Tugging the soft hat to cover the pinked edged tips of her ears, delicate button nose twitches slightly to sniff the wondrous buttery scent.

The middle Archeron rarely leaves the confines of the town house, usually content to bide her time in the greenhouse or in the kitchens. But just for today, astounded by Feyre’s artistic depiction of the Rainbow, did it occur to her just how much of the city that she has lived in for years but still has yet to see, so much that she has yet to experience. It stokes the long dormant part of her that once dreamt of adventures on the continent. All before…

Elain shakes her head with a grimace. Tonight is not a night for dwelling. Her thoughts short-circuit when a particularly fragrant scent hits her. The edges of her lips quirk upwards as she holds herself back from bouncing towards the street stall.

She exchanges a silver coin for a rich buttery pastry, wincing as molten chocolate ganache floods her mouth from the very first bite. With a palm still cradling the hot soft pastry, she continues her way through the bustling street.

Then her feet halts in front of a plain beige unassuming building.

Despite the lively chatter of the Rainbow, the sound of light flowing keys of a piano effortlessly reaches her. She turns towards it, stuffing the remainder of her snack into her mouth and hastily swipes the crumbs away from her cheeks. Her feet move mechanically on its own accord, like a rope that has been tied around her waist and pulls her into the building.

The city noises muffle, blocked by the wooden door frame of the building entrance. Elain is able to clearly hear the melody now, muted and uncertain, supported by the gentle running chords in the lower register. A simple but melancholic beauty that tugs on her chest and pulls in the most heart twisting manner.

The music turns as she passes by door after door within the studio. The same melody returns, bright and daring. Her chin tilts upwards, chocolate brown orbs widening. At last, her feet stop. Exactly where she needs to be.

It is a cozy quaint space, barely larger than her bedroom. The room is bare save for a grand piano plonked in the middle, the walls are lined with oak panes with a full length bookshelf pushed into a corner.

A golden spotlight streams down on the pianist, gliding along long auburn hair which has been pulled back into a simple low ponytail. A featherlight caresses an all too beautiful face and neckline, accentuating the contrast of his white billowing sleeves.

He doesn’t see her, she thinks.

Not as his fingers gracefully glide up and down the midnight and ivory keys, never ceasing to stop the flow of the music. Not even the slightest hitch in its tempo.

At that moment, Elain admits quietly to herself.

He is truly the most beautiful being she has ever seen.

She doesn’t sit and neither does she linger. After the piece ends, she gives a curt nod before turning around. It is only in the safe space of her own solitude does she acknowledge the melody that is still a constant flutter in her ears, her chest, her heart.

She returns the following night at the same time.

Foolishly, maybe. She doesn’t even know how long he will be in the city, doesn’t even know if he has left. Yet as she stands, just two steps beyond the doorway, so quiet that not even the sharpest fae ears can register a sound, there is no denying the little part of her that went, oh thank the Mother he is still here.

When the piece ends, the embers in her chest are fanned by a raised eyebrow, an open challenge in the dancing flame of a russet eye. She takes a seat next to him, the bench barely long enough to fit the two of them. Close enough to feel the heat emanating between the narrow space.

She resists the urge to shudder for a different reason and lifts her hands to the keyboard.

He doesn’t rush her, sitting in patient silence as she considers the different pieces she could play. Her mind skips through numerous music, each as showy as the last, each learnt under strict tutelage with the very intention of impressing guests and suitors. She gives herself a mental smack of a head (no, that will not do, she chides) and settles for a simple folk melody from her childhood.

Perhaps it’s anticlimactic and a letdown. Perhaps it’s a peep into years past that she hasn’t shown anyone in Prythian. One that draws a quirk of lips in her peripherals that she pays no mind.

It surprises her when skilled hands join her when she plays a repeated section, effortlessly complements her with his counter melody. A smile plays on her lips in the simple joy of music. The vehicle in which they embark on their unspoken conversation. She goes up, he goes down, then they loop around. The piece stretches and reshapes into a dozen different variations.

But alas, it all comes to an end when another fae interrupts with a knock, signalling the end of the session. It shatters the spell that they have woven with black and white keys, a glass splintering into hundreds of pieces.

It is with a wry smile that they come to a stop. Elain’s hands drop from the board, her insides twisting in disappointment. Lifting her chin slightly, she sucks a breath in and asks, “Maybe another time?”

The smile that blossoms on Lucien’s face leaves her breathless. A crinkle of happiness that threatens to rip apart the seams of intricately weaved vines burying the golden thread deep, deep within her chest.

“I’ll be here.”

The thread lights up with promise.

“So will I.”

***

The duo steps outside back into the frigid night air of Velaris. Before they take a further step, Elain pauses, her hand raises to her cheek to shield her face from a passing wind. Her petite form shivers a little in time with the slap of freeze.

In that moment, her entire being is engulfed in a tall shadow, and a translucent curtain of shimmery maple drapes over her to shield her from the chill. The brunette tilts her head back at a carefully impassive face.

It is the simplest of magics. Something she should be used to after so long with the fae. Even then, it is still a simple gesture that causes rose to dust across her cheeks, a different type of warmth that spreads from her chest. She resists the urge to scoot a little closer to her mate.

“Walk me back?” She asks, brown eyes meeting russet head on, stubbornly holding the stare until the edges of Lucien’s lips slope upwards.

“In need of a personal heater?” He quips.

A smile spreads on her face as she points out, “It’s freezing.”

Elain loops an elbow around Lucien’s as she forces her speeding heart rate to settle.

I can hear your heart beating through the stone. Can you hear mine?

Surely, he must.

Cocooned in their little bubble of warmth, it feels like there isn’t anything that can be hidden from the other. Not the rhythmic drum beats the organ in her chest plays or the shimmery glow of thread tying them together. Thankfully, that doesn’t stop the tall redhead from tightening the space between their arms as they walk down the lively alleyway in companionable silence.

He takes a step back when the entrance to the Town House comes into view, their arms unwinding. And though the shimmering warmth still covers her, Elain feels a smidge colder.

“I will be returning to the Human Lands tomorrow morning.” Lucien informs her softly.

“Oh—”

“But if you would like,” he almost rushes to continue, “I’ll send you a note the next time I’m back in the city.”

“I would like that.” She returns finally as her mate raises one hand to brush the back of her palm. The flame in his eye returns with a spark.

The moment feels surreal and for just a moment, Elain could pretend that she is a simple lady out jn society, and him, a charming suitor. There is no mess of biting cold dark waters of the Cauldron between them. That the rushing beats of her heart and brush of lips on skin is nothing more than the promise of something new, something exciting, something hopeful.

***

Elain’s brows furrow as her fingers speed up to follow the fraught tempo the Autumn son had set. Her frown deepens as she feels herself get pushed out of the music. Two hands drop to one until she eventually lifts her hands back to her chest and sets her gaze higher to the male himself. His fingers continue to fly across the keyboard, so lost in the music that his lips are parted slightly, his mechanical eye clicks to follow the notes. He seemed unaware that she had even stopped.

He throws his weight into the wooden keys, the force of it unravelling strands from his low ponytail. The air rattles around them with the vibrations of his final chord until it dissipates into nothingness.

“Lucien?”

The thread between them pulls taut as her voice brings him out of his reverie and brings mismatched gold and russet eyes on her, round and tinged with the slightest hint of manic.

Even with all the time they had spent together the past few winter months, it is uncharted territory for them to share more than a piano or playful words that mean nothing. Still, Elain gingerly catches the hand that has just fallen back into his lap and draws it close to her.

“What happened?” She asks, rubbing light circles into the soft flesh of the back of his palm, where the index meets the thumb.

She feels his wordless response, of fingers that close around hers, of the tension simmering in each muscle fibre.

She tries again, “Shall we get out of here?”

With a simple nod, her world transforms into the warm licking golden flames of his winnow. It disappears to reveal a simple apartment where familiar city noises continue to trickle in from the windows.

It dawns on her immediately that this is Lucien’s apartment in Velaris.

Utilitarian. Perfunctory. Devoid of personality. Vastly different from the homeliness of the River House or even her own room in the Town House.

Elain had never seen his room in Spring or in the Human Lands but she can say with certainty that it did not look as empty as this. She ignores the slight lump forming in her throat and pulls him over to the plain brown couch. Without letting herself overthink her next actions, she tugged him down with her to settle his head on her lap.

Something twinges in her chest. The bond that she had tried so hard to submerge under the deepest hedge of thorns that threatens to give way to blinding light. She hastily covers his eyes with nimble fingers, lightly brushing the gnarly scars surrounding his left eye, tracing thick brows with her fingertips and easing the tension filled lines.

Slowly but surely, Elain feels the hard muscles relaxing into the plush skin of her thighs and the soft nuzzle of his face into her dress. She shifts her attention to those silky tresses, carding her fingers through them.

“We are losing Vassa,” he mumbles into the soft rolls of her stomach, “the transformations have always taken their toll but it’s getting even harder. To see those sharp cerulean eyes blank and empty, devoid of her usual sharpness and intelligence, even for just a few minutes.”

A sourness pulls at Elain, a sly voice starts to whisper in her ear. Yours. Thief. Claim. Her fingers tremble, entangling digits into thick locks.

“Have you told Rhysand?” She asks instead, not trusting herself to say more yet also, hating her response for its implied immediate deference.

Lucien pulls away, his head turning away as he replies bitterly, “We need more time to gather allied forces from the continent before we can take on Koschei. He’s not wrong,” his eyes flutter shut and the lines between his brows deepen, “but it’s hard to watch.”

“You care for her.” She wonders if she sounds as petulant as she feels.

The look he gives her is reproachful in answer. Yet, he still reassures her, “She’s a good friend.”

Friend, he had seemed to emphasise. But did she even have the right to lay a claim after all these years of nonchalance? Even as the hissing beast prowling the stairs of her ribs calm slightly, placated at the clarification.

Elain continues her ministrations, nimble fingers absentmindedly braiding then combing them out. The monotony diminishes the world around them into the random sounds of the Velarian nightlife and the occasional crackling wood of his fireplace. It envelopes her mind and lets her thoughts stray to the majestic firebird soaring through the skies, screeching as it flies over a lake black as coal. A cold scaly presence yanks her past the line splitting air and water.

It is cold, so cold. Like the Cauldron, like death, like—

CRACK

Elain’s eyes snap open, brown eyes wide with fear. They find mismatched russet and gold instantly, concern and alarm warring within them. She pauses, waiting for the questions that are sure to come.

None came. Just a wary gaze and a firm grip around her hand. Unyielding and grounding.

She asks finally after a few fraught moments, when her heartbeat resembles what felt like normalcy. “What if I can help?”

Lucien sits up, sending a flurry of movement as the mass of flesh and muscle moves in her lap. He is still impossibly near, the heat emanating from his body an entrancing addiction. He asks carefully, “Are you sure?”

“It’s better than…” she trails off because better than what? Better than the comfortable life accorded to her in her sister’s court, surrounded by everything she could ever need? She clears her throat before meeting those assessing eyes. “It’s better than just waiting passively for things to happen to me.”

Lucien stood from the sofa they were sharing, his body angled away from her. And just as Elain opens her mouth to backpedal her decision, he turns back. Eyes gleaming and determined.

“There’s a piano in the manor.”

Elain almost gasps in that moment. Her hand twitches by her side, itching to claw at her chest, to hover over where the golden thread has burst out of its burial site.

It’s bright, it’s dazzling.

It’s iridescent.

END