#I was obsessing to much over it and now it is done.

[ssahotchnerr]

Have you thought of doing a fic where Aaron and Reader are play fighting and Aaron ends up on top of reader? (Doesn’t have to be smut, but if you wanted…)

-🗣️

pinned down

i have not but now i'm OBSESSED cw; fem!reader, established relationship, small hurt to comfort, playful banter, fluff and some suggestion 💓

"Hi honey."

"Hi," you responded, keeping your face hidden in your drawer as Aaron entered the bedroom. He had stayed at the office late, kept by heaps of paperwork and reports. "Did you manage to get everything done?"

One thing about being in a relationship with a profiler, rarely anything got past him, noticing the smallest of shifts in your behavior. A slight change in the way you blinked, brief hesitation in your voice, even the way you held yourself could be enough for him to sense something was off.

Aaron didn't answer, but rather he came to your side, his hand finding your waist. It rest comfortably, his thumb grazing the exposed skin above your waistline. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you answered flatly, rearranging your socks as a way to keep yourself occupied.

"You sure?" His tone wavered in question, unconvinced.

"Mhm." With a shrug, you shut the drawer.

It just hadn't been your day, to simply put it. It had started off bumpy, waking up on the wrong side of the bed. You got Jack to school a little late, spent much more time at a store doing a return than you would have liked, and then got drenched by an unexpected downpour on your way to your car. To top it off, you came back to find a parking ticket waiting for you, all thanks to the meter running out.

Now, you turned and made your way back to the bed, where the laundry basket was waiting. You grabbed Aaron's clean pajamas, setting those out for his convenience.

However, just as your fingers brushed the fabric of the next shirt, Aaron swiftly intervened. He placed the basket on the floor, far out of reach.

You weren't mad at him; it was more that you were looking for any excuse to let your frustration spill onto something else. You met his eyes, a really? plastered across your face. "Aaron."

His choice of rebuttal - grabbing ahold of your waist and throwing you onto the bed, landing with you in a soft thud.

"Aaron!" His name left you in a whine, soon blending into your laughter.

You attempted to wiggle out of his grasp, but his position on top allowed him the leverage to pin you down tightly. That, and the simple fact that he was much stronger than you.

A mischievous glint filled in his eyes, his lips curved in an amused, sly smile. "Yes?"

"Lemme go!" You squeaked, fighting against his hold which he solidly maintained. All your worries seemed to vanish in an instant; the lingering, heavy weight in the middle of your chest lessening as each laugh left you.

"I don't know about that."

"I can't breathe." Tears rolled out from the corner of your eyes due to laughing so profusely. While partially true, you hoped he'd take the bait.

He let go, and you switched tactics. With all your weight, you shifted yourself, slipping out from under him and overpowering him next. You nudged into his side, causing him to fall.

That left you smirking above, straddling him as you held tightly onto his forearms.

"That's cute, sweetheart." He gazed up at you affectionately.

"Is it?" You taunted as your chest rose up and down, a breathless giggle leaving you.

"Y'know," his head tilted, feigning a light, offended pout. "You never gave me a kiss when I got home."

It was too easy to fall for his trap, the temptation to kiss him overtaking the desire to hold onto any remaining grudges you still held against this morning and your local Virginia-state parking attendant. All of which would've been easier to bear if he had been with you. You suddenly found yourself missing him, despite the fact he was right here.

The second you leaned in to grant his request, he bumped his hips up, causing you to lose your balance and topple off him - over to the side and onto the comforter.

Only a few seconds later, you were caged in again; Aaron was top of you, pinning your hands above your head. You relaxed, your posture succumbing to the mattress below; an open invitation for him to have his way with you.

"Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?" His face was a few centimeters away from yours, your skin warming from the heat of his breath. He adjusted his grasp, using one hand to hold both your wrists.

"No," you answered, gazing up at him with a spark of playful defiance.

You also took a moment to enjoy the view above you. Aaron's dark eyes, the cowlicks hanging over his forehead, his broad chest (in which the buttons of his shirt were clinging to for dear life), his cologne filling your nose. You were surrounded by him entirely.

"Can you be persuaded?" His eyebrows rose teasingly, leaning in to press a few kisses along your jaw. He let his lips linger, before trailing to your neck and doing the same thing there. He craned back to meet your gaze, inquisitively.

"Maybe. Depends on how convincing you can be." You quipped back, with an almost impish smile that hinted at your mood. It was clear that whatever you'd been upset about, long gone now. You'd still share the reasoning, but in due time.

A delightful laugh escaped him, filled with warmth and fondness. "Is that a challenge, sweetheart?"

[covenofagatha]

Psychology Prof!Agatha

I literally can't get this out of my head so wanted to share some thoughts with you all (this also might be super nerdy but I'm obsessed)

Every time you call her mommy and spend hours sucking at her nipples and eating her out (she IS your oral fixation), she tells you that Freud would be rolling in his grave (except it turns her on just as much, if not even more, so what would he say about that?)

When you go for help during office hours for some clarification on projection tests, she shows you cards from the Rorschach Inkblot Test and asks what you see. All you see are vaginas and she proclaims that you must be horny, leading her to fuck you on her desk and then makes you try again. Little do you know, those are her own custom cards that she purposefully made look like that just so she'd have an excuse to fuck you.

When you get to the Behaviorism unit, you're struggling with the types of conditioning.

To demonstrate classical conditioning, she first rubs your clit (unconditioned stimulus) until you get wet (unconditioned response). She then sprays a new perfume (neutral stimulus) over herself and then does the same thing, teasing you until you get wet before fucking you. She repeats it a few times over the next few days, using the same perfume each time. It isn't until a week later in class, when you have a question about the worksheet that you're doing and she bends down over you to look at the paper over her shoulder, that you catch a whiff of her perfume (now the conditioned stimulus). The same perfume she wore before she fucked you each time this past week. Before you even realize it, you're wet and aching and practically dripping onto the seat, suddenly feeling so empty (conditioned response). She chuckles in your ear and you spend the rest of class absolutely dying.

For operant conditioning, you're confused with positive and negative reinforcement, and positive and negative punishment, so she decides to give you another hands-on lesson.

For positive reinforcement, the addition of a positive stimulus to reinforce a behavior, she gives you one orgasm for each hour of studying you do for her test. It's no time at all before you're spending practically the entire day, nose in the textbook, just so she'll touch you. When you get a one-hundred on her next test, she lets you choose one thing to do with her as a reward, which only makes you want to get more perfect scores on her test (you choose to fuck her with a strap and she now also wants you to keep getting perfect scores)

For negative reinforcement, the removal of a negative stimulus to reinforce a behavior, you've been procrastinating on the research project she gave the class and whining about how much work it is. Agatha is completely fed up with the way you've been acting and is annoyed that you won't just do the work, so she tells you that she won't let you cum until you finish it, but she's going to tease you endlessly. The edging is torture so you quickly get it all done before she finally lets you orgasm.

For positive punishment, the addition of an undesired stimulus to curb a behavior, she bends you over mommy's knee and spanks you hard for skipping out on studying to go a party with your friends. Safe to say when you try to sit down the next day and end up almost crying out, you learn your lesson

For negative punishment, the removal of a positive stimulus to curb a behavior, she waits until you've been bratty, after you've been teasing her in class the whole time, giving her fuck-me eyes and crossing and uncrossing your legs to give her a sneak peek of your naked cunt under your skirt. When she's finally able to get her hands on you, she bends you over her desk and fucks you hard and rough and right as you're about to cum, right as you're begging please mommy, she stops and doesn't let you. Your least favorite style of operant conditioning quickly becomes negative punishment but you don't try to tease her in class again.

You understand Behaviorism a lot better now.

[tricoloreddango]

dutiful boyfriend

Summary: Phainon wants to apply a lotion on your body; however, his intention are not so innocent.

Yandere Phainon x female reader

contents: nudity / dub-con|non-con touching (lotion application with groping) / obsession / smutty (nipple play) / female cycle mentions / patronizing behavior / forced relationship / mentions of suffocating (paranoid) /

Word count: 1.3k

Not suitable for minors.

No matter how much Phainon’s presence could have been suffocating for you, with him wanting to be in your space and have your attention 24/7, he has never relented.

That’s why you both just took a bath together. Another excuse to have you close to him, with his intention hidden under a false reasoning of couple activities and Amphoreus’s bathing culture. Anyone else who didn’t know the true nature of your relationship would think he’s just a clingy boyfriend, maybe like a puppy with separation anxiety; but you knew better.

He has held you tight to his chest the entire time of taking a bath together, sitting behind you. Washing you was included too, disguised as him wanting to take care of you and help you relax. Yet in never felt like anything else other than invasive and vulnerability-forcing.

However, your stressful situation of your peace and space being intruded wasn’t over just because you left the bathtub. Another part of him taking care of you was meant to be him applying a lotion for you too, right after he wiped you clean with a a towel to make it all invasive.

“Phainon… I can do it myself,” you said nervously when you saw him grab a bottle of lotion from the counter of the sink. He already did everything for you, making you feel so incompetent and out of control of your own life or even body. You didn’t know if you can handle more of his touch either.

“Nonsense!” he responded in a chirpy voice. “I just want to take care of you. You needn’t to lift even a finger,” he said with a smile and winked at you. Phainon stood right in front of you and pumped out few squirts of rose-scented lotion. Each pump made your heart pound like a thunder. He already was touchy on regular basis, but wanting to spread something all over your naked body felt even more unsafe and humiliating without a close barrier to protect you. Regardless, some part of you wanted to believe he was just being nice… even if it felt rather infantilizing and pushy to have everything done for you.

No, it was maddening when you were treated like someone who couldn’t take care of herself. The question was whether Phainon shared your sentiments.

“Okay…” you finally gave in. You knew he’d keep wearing you down if you say no anyway.

“Thank you, my love! Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he said softly with another smile, although his eyes were a different story—watching you like a hawk, not hiding an unhealthy obsession with you.

Despite you agreeing, it didn’t make you feel any less anxious from anticipation of waiting for his hands to be put on you.

When Phainon finally did so, a hope filled you somewhat. He was just applying it on your shoulders and arms first, not in any suggestive way.

Only for your stomach to be churned when he got onto your chest after few more pumps of lotion to gather and spread.

He wasn’t just applying lotion. No, his hands lingered on your breasts for way too long. He was doing more than rubbing your breasts—his hands were squeezing them in circling motions, and you had to bite down on a moan, both sensitive and startled. “P-phainon, what are you doing?”

“Me?” he said innocently, “Didn’t you say your breasts are tender before period? I’m just helping you, I’ve heard a massage can help…”

“Yes, but…” you protested weakly, feeling as if he wasn’t entirely truthful.

“No buts, pretty girl,” he said with a reassurance and kissed your forehead to further convince you. “Now…” His fingers were now onto your nipples, rubbing their sides between his digits. You yelped, feeling a spark of both slight pain and involuntary arousal. He smiled a little.

“Phainon…” you said unsurely, “I am fine, really…”

You moaned when he gently pinched your buds that were growing sturdy. “Some pleasure should relieve your pain, I think.”

‘I think’—he wasn’t even sure if he had to do this, yet he gambled and put you through unnecessary humiliation.

Right when your body was getting more eager, he finally stopped. To your displeasure, for some reason you felt disappointed. “Do they feel better?” he asked hopefully. You nodded immediately in case he wanted to drag this out.

“Perfect. Just a few more places are left to moisturize…”

Few more pumps.

Next was stomach and back. He didn’t make it any weird thankfully, although with your legs he dragged his hands down and up them, making you extremely nerved when he was reaching more intimate areas.

You felt tears build up when his hands landed on your backside. Phainon even forced your body pressed tightly against his to get closer to that area, chest to chest and with his face buried in your neck. His lips were teasing your skin, as if you weren’t overwhelmed already. Your eyes didn’t need to witness his expression, as he knew you wouldn’t like the truth.

You felt his skin against yours, which only intensified the sense of being naked but in more symbolic sense than simply touch and nudity. “How can you be so beautiful, hm?” he teased, making you squirm as his voice vibrated against your neck. “You’re unreal, really…” he murmured contentedly, thinking about its just him in your life.

His words didn’t cause any sense of being flattered in you. You just wanted to leave this bathroom to signalize the end of this torment.

“I’m getting cold,” you tried to lie as you felt him massage and squeeze your flesh. “Don’t worry, I’m keeping you warm. You should feel warmer soon,” he said gently.

You did feel warm, albeit it felt like an unpleasant sweaty sensation than comforting one. When he looked up at you he wiped your few tears with a loving look that felt out of place for your distress. “Oh, my bad, I didn’t realize you’re that sensitive. It must be an overstimulation,” his tone was apologetic and worried, but the real reason of your tears remained unspoken; though you had to admit that even the scent of rose hanging in the air felt now too irritating to your nose. “I’ll make the rest of the process quick for your sake.” When you nodded and he gave you a quick kiss, making you experience a lot of relief that this torture was nearing the end, your joy was quickly diminished.

Few more pumps.

He was moisturizing your mound. Your eyes widened and you tried to close your legs in panic but he swiftly forced them open. “Don’t be ungrateful,” his voice was suddenly cold, making you freeze from the shock in sudden change in his mood. That kept you unmoving, scared you end up provoking him further even if you weren’t at fault here.

Fortunately for you his hand didn’t wander deeper between your thighs, leaving your most intimate place untouched… though you didn’t know if it’s a good thing—maybe it was merely a begging of some game, and he was taking you slowly part by part, hence he left the best for later.

“Good girl,” he praised at your compliance, and when he sounded soft again you had to do a double check to know whether you didn’t only imagine him being aggressive a second ago.

Last pump. Phainon’s left hand gathered your hair up to reveal your neck and not stain your hair with crème, and the other quickly spread the product around your throat. Despite him not hurting you, a sense of paranoia and claustrophobic pressure was there with his palm on this place—a worry about both being suffocated both literally and figuratively. You ever doubted he’d lay a hand on you; it was just a fear caused by having your entire existence have him all over your life everyday.

You exhaled deeply when he finally put the bottle away. “All smooth and soft, just like you should be. Not to mention how good you smell…”

You squirmed when his finger traced your arm down, wanting to experience how silky your skin was now…

You really had no idea how much he craved you just from simple gestures like this. Every part of you had a deeper meaning to Phainon, and you were desirable both physically and simply because it was you.

He smiled widely, all enthusiastic. “Now we can go to bed and rest. Don’t worry, I’ll help you put on your clothes too.”

I really can’t stop writing this type of Phainon…

[heliosunny]

Yandere!Mydei x Knight!Reader

[part 1]

You were sent to assassinate Prince Mydei, the heir of a kingdom feared for its brutality. Slipping into the royal palace undetected, you finally make your move only for him to stop you effortlessly.

Rather than ordering your execution, Mydei claims you. As a cruel punishment, he forces you to disguise yourself as his personal knight, making you stand by his side at all times, protecting the very man you once tried to kill.

The golden candlelight flickers as you press a dagger to Prince Mydei’s throat, its cold steel biting against his skin. His golden eyes gleam, not with fear, but with something far more unsettling—amusement.

“You’re bold” he murmurs, lips curling into a smirk.

He should be calling for his guards. He should be fighting back. Instead, he leans into the knife.

For the first time in your career, hesitation seeps into your grip. He isn’t afraid. He isn’t struggling. He wanted this.

“Go on” he breathes, voice as soft as silk. “Kill me if you can.”

Your fingers tense— And then, everything shifts.

A blur of movement. A crushing grip. Pain flares as Mydei twists your wrist, the dagger clattering to the marble floor. Before you can react, he slams you against the wall, his fingers curling around your throat.

“Did you really think it would be that easy?” Mydei chuckles, his golden eyes glowing like molten gold in the dim light. His grip tightens, just enough to remind you who is in control.

His gaze lingers, sweeping over you like a predator savoring its prey. There’s no anger, no fear—only fascination.

“How disappointing” he sighs, though his smirk never wavers. “But don’t worry. I won’t kill you. No… you interest me far too much for that.”

His lips brush against your ear as he delivers the words that seal your fate:

“You belong to me now.”

The royal armor feels heavy on your shoulders. The crest of Okhema's knight gleams proudly on your chestplate, a mockery of your enslavement.

Prince Mydei watches you from his throne, his golden eyes glowing with amusement.

“How does it feel?” he asks smoothly, resting his chin against his palm. “To wear the colors of the kingdom you sought to destroy?”

Your hands clench into fists, nails digging into your palms. You hate this. Hate him.

He knows. And he delights in it.

“Come now, little knight” Mydei hums, rising gracefully from his throne. He steps toward you, his presence suffocating. His gloved fingers ghost along the sword at your hip, the one he gave you. A cruel joke, as if you would ever use it to protect him.

“You will stand by my side” he murmurs, his golden eyes locking onto yours. “You will guard me, fight for me, kill for me. And should you ever think of betrayal again—” he tilts your chin up with two fingers, his touch light but unshakable, “I will remind you who owns you.”

Your blood runs cold. You were once a killer, a shadow in the night. Now, you are Mydei’s most treasured knight, his captive, his obsession. “I understand.”

And no matter how much you wish to drive a blade through his heart, you know one thing for certain:

Prince Mydei will never let you go.

The throne room is silent except for the rhythmic clink of your armor as you kneel before Prince Mydei, golden banners draped behind him. His piercing eyes rest on you, filled with quiet amusement.

“Rise, my knight.”

You grit your teeth but obey, standing before him in full royal armor. You feel suffocated, weighed down���not by the metal, but by the mockery of it all.

“You’ve done well adjusting” Mydei muses, resting his chin in his palm. “But I wonder… how far does that loyalty go?”

Your body tenses.

The heavy doors creak open. Two royal guards drag a bound figure into the chamber, their face bruised, their breath ragged. You recognize them instantly.

Your contact. The one who had arranged your failed assassination attempt on Mydei.

“You know them, don’t you?” Mydei asks, his tone light. He rises from his throne, stepping toward the bound figure, tilting their chin up with a gloved hand. “They’re the one who sent you to kill me. How interesting…”

Your pulse pounds in your ears.

“So, my loyal knight” Mydei purrs, turning to you, his golden eyes glowing with delight. “Shall I consider this unfinished business? Why don’t you finish what you started?”

A blade gleams in the dim candlelight. Mydei extends it to you—an executioner’s weapon, cold and polished.

“Kill them.”

Your fingers twitch. You’ve taken countless lives before, without hesitation, without guilt. But this… this is different.

Your contact meets your gaze, eyes pleading. If you refuse, Mydei will kill them himself. Or worse.

You hesitate.

“Ah…” Mydei hums, stepping closer, his breath ghosting near your ear. “You hesitate. How cruel.” His fingers graze your wrist, slow and deliberate. “Did you really think I wouldn’t test you?”

Your throat tightens.

“This is simple, Y/n” he whispers, his grip tightening slightly. “You belong to me now. Your blade belongs to me. Show me.”

Your grip tightens around the hilt.

Kill them—or betray him. Night falls over the royal palace, but your torment does not end.

The execution-your choice still lingers on your hands. The weight of it, heavier than any blade you’ve ever held.

In the grand chamber, Mydei watches you from his seat by the fire. He has been silent, waiting. Watching. Enjoying your torment.

“Are you sulking?” he finally speaks, voice teasing. “How ungrateful. I spared your life, gave you a purpose. And yet, you frown as if I took something from you.”

Your freedom. Your identity. Your will.

Your jaw clenches. “You-”

But he only smiles, seeing through you as he always does.

“You’re beginning to understand, aren’t you?” Mydei murmurs, rising from his chair. He walks toward you slowly, as if savoring the moment. “You can resist me, fight me, hate me… but in the end, you will always be mine.”

You take a step back. He follows.

Finally, the wall greets your back.

He forced you to look up to meet his glowing eyes.

“And the sooner you accept that, my dear knight…” his voice dips into something dangerously soft, intoxicating, “the sooner I will make this so much easier for you.”

His lips brush dangerously close to your ear.

“You will not escape me.”

You hate him.

You fear him.

And yet, as his warmth surrounds you, you know he’s right.

The grand ballroom of the palace is alive with music and laughter, golden chandeliers reflecting off polished marble floors. Nobles from across the empire gather, their silken robes shimmering under the light.

You stand at Mydei’s side, forced into the role of his personal knight, wearing the crest like a brand of ownership. You loathe every moment of it: the whispered glances, the knowing smiles, the way Mydei’s golden eyes flicker with amusement whenever he catches you tensing.

But the true danger of the night comes in the form of Lord Aldric, a noble from a neighboring kingdom.

“Your Majesty, you have quite the remarkable knight” Aldric muses, swirling his wine as he appraises you with interest.

“Efficient. Strong. And quite… stunning” he continues, his tone dipping into something suggestive. His blue eyes meet yours, and there is a challenge in them, one that makes your stomach twist. “It is rare to see such talent outside the royal guard. Tell me, dear knight, have you ever considered serving another lord?”

The air shifts.

Prince Mydei is still smiling, his golden eyes bright with amusement—but you know better. That is not a look of joy. That is a look of warning.

“My knight?” Mydei hums, tilting his head slightly as if contemplating something. His voice is still smooth, still elegant, but there is an edge beneath it, a sharpness like a blade hidden beneath silk. “How interesting that you would assume they have a choice.”

Lord Aldric chuckles, taking a step closer to you, seemingly unaware or perhaps unconcerned—by the storm brewing behind Mydei’s golden gaze.

“Surely, even knights deserve the freedom to choose whom they serve, Your Highness.” Aldric presses, his smirk deepening. “Or is this one particularly… special?”

For a moment, no one speaks.

“Kneel.”

Mydei’s voice cuts through the ballroom like a blade.

You freeze. The room stills. The musicians falter for a brief second before quickly recovering, but all eyes have turned to you now.

The weight of his command settles over you like chains.

This is not a request. This is a display.

Your jaw clenches, your hands curling into fists at your sides. Mydei is forcing you to submit in front of everyone, making it clear to Aldric and to the entire court—exactly who you belong to.

But defying him here, in front of so many witnesses… would be a mistake.

Slowly, with every ounce of hatred burning in your veins, you lower yourself onto one knee, bowing your head.

Satisfied, Mydei steps forward, tilting your chin up with his gloved fingers. His eyes gleam with satisfaction, his touch both cruel and intoxicating.

“You speak of freedom, Lord Aldric.” he muses, not even sparing the noble a glance. “But my knight already knows their place.” His fingers trace along your jaw- a mockery of affection, a silent reminder of his control.

“Don’t you, my dear?”

The room waits. Your heart pounds, but you know the answer he wants. The answer he expects.

“Yes… Your majesty” you grit out.

Mydei smiles.

“Good.” he murmurs, his touch lingering just long enough to make your skin crawl before he finally releases you.

You rise to your feet, your pride crushed beneath the weight of his amusement, the court’s whispers echoing around you like a thousand daggers.

But the night is not over.

Later that night, the golden glow of the ballroom is replaced by the cold darkness of Mydei’s private chambers. The door clicks shut behind you, and you realize you are alone with him.

“You were quiet tonight” Mydei muses, pacing toward you with slow, deliberate steps. “Did Lord Aldric’s words tempt you, my knight?” he asks, his voice soft, almost mocking. “Did you enjoy his attention?”

You glare at him, refusing to answer.

He laughs. Such dangerous sound—low, smooth, curling around you like silk tightening into a noose.

“You see, I was going to let it go...” he sighs, reaching for a wine glass, swirling its contents lazily. “But then, I noticed something.”

He takes a step closer.

You stand your ground.

“You didn’t pull away when he touched you.”

He noticed. Of course he did.

“Are you growing bold, my dear?” Mydei whispers, setting the glass aside as he reaches out, his gloved fingers grazing your wrist. “Do you think another could ever take you from me?”

“They cannot” he assures you, voice dipped in deadly certainty. His grip tightens enough to remind you that he could. “You are mine.”

He leans in, his breath warm against your skin.

“And I do not share.”

Despite the shiver runs down your spine, you refuse to move, refuse to let him see any weakness. Mydei chuckles softly, sensing your defiance.

“That’s alright” he murmurs, his fingers trailing along your jaw, tilting your chin up, “I enjoy reminding you.”

Mydei may have spared Aldric tonight, but the next time someone looks at you like that…

They won’t live to see the sunrise.

[aamircoeur]

sweeeet ー vi, arcane.

wherein violet eagerly expresses just how much she loves sweets

WARNINGS 2nd pov, established toxic!relationship, female reader, titty-obsessed vi, jealous!reader, unedited

"and, and you even raised your eyebrow at her."

"here we fucking go again," violet scoffed.

"letting your hand linger when she handed you the stupid-ass glass," you recalled the moment that occurred earlier as if you had the image of it burned into your memory. "and you tell her, fuckin', "thanks, sweets"?" you mocked.

after a supposedly fun date night that the two of you had spontaneously planned, going home heated with one another surely wasn't part of it. your neck was craned to the side, piercing eyes staring deep into her baby blues, awaiting yet another one of her excuses.

violet rolled her eyes and kept them fixed on a random piece of furniture on her right side, seemingly too irritated to look back into your eyes. "you're overthinking it again, baby. i was just being nice to the girl. you're being jealous."

"oh, am i? i'm jealous? you rocked the shit out of a girl last week just because she winked at me, and i'm the jealous one?" you asked in disbelief, unsure how your situation even outweighs hers in her point of view.

violet furrowed her eyebrows as she grimaced at the memory. "she was flirting with ya, and you're defending her? you fuckin' stupid, baby?"

"how was she supposed to know that we were together, vi? you got us drinks, and it was an innocent approach!" you raised your voice as your arms moved as a demonstration of frustration towards your girlfriend.

"bullshit. wit' all the hickeys on your neck, she didn' know? stupid-ass. fuck, you were probably flirting with her too, dollface." violet took big steps to quickly close the gaps between the two of you. you tried your best to fight the intimidation, keeping your balled fists to your side.

"yeah, she probably was just a stupid-ass. but for sure your cupcake isn't one, huh?" you raised your eyebrows at her accusingly. "so smart, little kiramman. who the hell gave you the courage to put your arm around her while holding my hand? you'd probably fuck her while your fingers interlocked with mine when given the chance." you said sarcastically, jealousy over violet's ex girlfriend bubbling inside you.

violet sighed loudly and turned from you, taking a few steps away and kicking a chair in the process, a heavy clank echoing. "may janna give me the strength and patience i so necessarily need to deal with this woman," violet said, rubbing the sides of her face in deep frustration.

you stomped your feet and made your way towards the door out of your shared apartment. "didn't even fucking deny it. fucking enforcers," you said lowly as you made your way out.

"hey, waitー fuck, dollface! get back in here, 'm not done with your stubborn ass." she said, coming after you right before you fully stepped out of the place, pulling you back inside by the arm.

"no, no! we're done, get back with your kiramman, or whoever the hell you want your fingers in, violet, i don't care." you tried to pull away from her hold, your fingers attempting to get in between her grip on your arm in order to unclasp them, but it was no use with how intense violet's stare was to your now-heated face.

"we're not over until i say so, doll. is it your personal job to piss me off all the damn time?" she sneered, her teeth gritting at the harshly pronounced words.

"yeah, my job is just to piss you off again and again, and again," you pushed your body forward and pressed your chest against hers. violet's grip on your arm loosened as her hands found their way on your hips, bandaged fingers pushing against them harshly.

fighting the urge to squirm underneath her rough touch, you closed your eyes in order to avoid her unforgiving stare and balled your fists, holding your forearm against her chest to create distance between the two of you. "your fuckin' job?" violet echoed your words.

you whimpered as one of her hands slid down to your lower back until it found the curve of your ass, giving it a testing squeeze. "y-yeah, my job. mine alone." violet smirked at your words and pulled you closer, creating friction between your touched stomachs. your breaths gained volume as violet kept a steady and rough pace. "mine." you finished, as if she hasn't been yours since the beginning of time.

violet looked at you in amusement, her blues seeming to gain a spark in them. vi leaned down and placed open-mouth kisses to your left cheek, her eyes never leaving yours as if she was declaring who she belonged to. "is that so?" she murmured in between another kiss, followed by a heavy lick downwards to your exposed neck as you craned your head backwards.

you let out a shaky hum that nearly sounded so much like a whine, which violet certainly enjoyed. "tell me more about it, baby." said violet.

"iー ah," a swift bite to your right shoulder interrupted you, with violet's teeth retreating before it could leave a mark, as if testing the waters. your eyes met hers as she navigated her way through your upper chest and collarbones, familiar hands getting to know your body once more. "i hate the way you t.. treat her," you continued, breaths deep from the attention given and at the mention of kiramman. "i hate it."

violet peppered kisses all over your neck, tugging down on your shirt to reveal the curves of your chest. "i was just being nice," she repeated as she tried to fight the grin that was threatening to tug on her sly lips.

"oh, fuck being nice, vi." you groaned, pulling away from her touch for a second before she held your lower back and pulled you towards her completely, burying her face in your chest. you let out a huff of breath and looked to your side, deciding on whether or not to let the embarrassment creep in as you told her your unpleasant feelings. "'s fucking.. annoying."

the hold on your waist was tight and warm, her embrace locking you to her own body. violet inhaled your scent and kissed you through the fabric of your shirt. "sounds like you just need your pussy pounded, baby."

you groaned loudly and attempted to pull back once more in annoyance, which was effortlessly countered by violet's strong arms as she kept you locked in place, glued to her. "kidding, baby. i'm kidding," she said, as if offering peace to hopefully subside your anger. "i can stay away from 'er, don't worry, sweetheart." she added, her eyes looking big and genuine as the light of the room shined brightly in them as she looked up at you.

you held the sides of her face while your eyebrows knitted, a sign of defeat in the argument. "you promise?"

violet smiled and kissed the valley of your breasts. "yes," a peck. "yes, i promise," she added.

heavy breaths and the sound of vi's lips sucking on everything she could clasp it to filled the living room along with its cozy ambience. a whine left your lips as her rough fingertips tugged slightly on your left nipple as her warm tongue pressed against your other.

"sweet, sweet baby," violet moaned, feeling her underwear drench in arousal from hearing just how good she makes her girl feel. "you just needed attention, didn't you?" she hummed, eyeing her work of covering your chest with purple-hued bruises, before getting back to work and licking a long stripe along the curve of your breast.

your hand found its way to the ends of violet's hair, the tug making her thick eyebrows furrow, closed eyes opening and finding their way straight to yours with a glint of excitement. "hm?" you hummed teasingly at her unbreakable stare. violet continued her actions, her kisses getting wetter and sloppier, the familiar beer and mint smell of her lips lingering on your sticky skin. "i taste good?" you joked, hands lost in her bright pink locks.

violet smiled and perked your underboob before pressing her chin in the middle of your breasts before speaking. "mhm. tastes good, sweets." vi smiled.

you gave her a cheeky smile in return and tilted your head. "like a cupcake?" you giggled at your own joke.

violet's eyebrows pressed nearly together at the humor. "exactly like one," she answered, making your smile drop almost immediately which made her instinctively pull you closer to her before having the chance to pull away from your position as a loud laugh left her lips, as if annoying you.

"stupid."

violet smirked, "sure, baby. you gonna let me fuck you now?"

"whatever."

"attagirl."

[nabi-unveiled]

Flipping the Characters in Futtara Doshaburi

This show is a vibe, and I'm vibing with it. I'm loving everything about these two lonely people desperately seeking intimacy. Watching episode four in the car while the rain poured around me only added to the vibe. That said, being in the car means I can't do my normal screenshot process so semi-relevant gifs it is.

We start with Hagiwara descending into the depths. I mentioned after episode 3 that he still had a more positive outlook on his circumstances. But he's now on his way into the hole where he won't be able to gloss over his unhappiness. Sei is already in the hole. He has been there for a while, he knows he's there, and he's somewhat resigned himself to it.

This change in Hagiwara's attitude is reflected in our aesthetics too. While Hagiwara's home had bright and warm elements last episode, the door to his house is cold and dark after their dinner. It's no longer welcoming. The restaurant is where the warm colors resided.

However, the truly interesting thing to me about this show is in how much this show has flipped the character expectations.

It's flipped the idea of "good guys" and "bad guys" - particularly in a drama that's definitely leading towards cheating. It's pretty standard fair in a cheating drama for the partners to be painted as not caring or evil. But as Hiragawa and Sei make clear in their exchange after the meal, nobody really is in the wrong (yet). It's really unfair to all of them. I actually think Sei's partner has the shortest end of this stick thus far, but that's a different discussion.

The partners of our leads are caring. They cook for our leads. They clean up for our leads. They are kind. But they offer companionship, not sex. This makes them "cruel". It's cruel to be kind.

Our leads actually have only shown minimal considerations towards their partner. Sei sprayed perfume and Hiragawa goes to his girlfriend's social events, but they aren't the ones doing the major acts of service. The have mainly shown care to each other, not their partners. And they mainly want sex (and intimacy, but...the dialogue keeps saying sex) from their partners. In most other shows, our leads would be the "bad guy". The boyfriend who is obsessed with sex and has you do all of the work. But this show is clearly demonstrating that while romance may be in the little things, the little things cannot fill the empty hole. And it's okay to want that hole to be filled.

The characterization of our main leads has flipped as well. The initial setup in episode one depicted Hagiwara as a bit of a bumbling oaf. He sent an email to the wrong address. He forgot to pick up his ID card. Sei, on the other hand, was initially portrayed as the fastidious one handling a business need and admonishing Hagiwara for wearing an id tag that wasn't company issued.

But we have learned that those were false impressions. Hagiwara is good at his job. It's made clear that he's good at planning the company outings. He's good at sales. He's the responsible one gathering and returning the umbrellas. He's the "picky" one at the grill making sure the grilling is done correctly. Sei is the one who stands in the rain and acts a mess. We now know he likely reacted to the id tag because of his complex feelings about who designed it, not because he actually cared about the rules. It's an interesting switch up.

There's also some interesting flips in that Hagiwara is a gregarious guy who talks a lot (he's in sales after all). He not only goes to social events on the regular, he plans them. But he never says what he actually wants. That characterization is more common, but it's still an interesting dichotomy. He is tumblr - only saying his deepest thoughts when writing to a stranger.

Meanwhile, Sei says exactly what he wants. The man is crude and rude, but he's also open with his thoughts. Many taciturn, loner characters are blunt, but few are as open as Sei. He just lays it all out on the table. I wish I could catch the linguistics of Japanese to know if he's actually using rude speech patterns as well, but that's outside of my skillset.

Being a prickly porcupine, Sei is used to people being put off by him. He said earlier that he wasn't nice. And he's not. But we still LIKE him and we still FEEL for him. And that's incredibly difficult to pull off in a show that clocks episodes in at under 25 minutes.

Sei fully expected that Higawara would back off and only give him courtesy greetings once he found out his identity. His friend from college did just that this episode. A few courtesy greetings followed by "Oh you don't have LINE. Guess we won't talk then. Bye." Fujisawa is the only one that seems to have put up with his personality. But Higawara, as bad as he is at expressing his own thoughts, feels comfortable with Sei. He keeps reaching out. He reached out through e-mail. He reached out with an umbrella. He reached out with an invite to treat Sei for helping. He reached out with a dinner invite. And unlike his partner, Sei responds.

For Sei, whose desire to talk keeps getting shut down by his partner, this invitation explicitly to talk is a lifeline. He always responds, taking any hint of Hiragawa reaching out to initiate an entire, probably way-too-honest conversation. After all, the hole is deep.

By the end of the episode, Hagiwara has fully descended into the underground thanks to our pregnant friend spilling the tea. In a bright environment with a lot of light no less (enlightenment I dare say?). He's reaches out to his partner in a final attempt and gets shut down. So he reaches out to Sei. And, Sei does what he always does. He responds. He welcomes someone joining him in the underground. At the end of the day, they both crave the intimacy this connection is providing. But as the storm glass predicts....rain is coming.

How did they fit that much meaty stuff in a 25 minute episode?!

[detectivestucks2]

Single Dad Toji

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Toji x F!Reader

Summary: Toji sees you at the park with your kid while he was on a job and becomes obsessed with seducing you into weekly quickies in the back of his car

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, toy usage, unprotected sex, anal play, cum feeding

Word Count: 1.9k

Single Dad Toji who spots you at the public park with your son while he was on a job. Your yoga pants perfectly hugging your hips, your ponytail poking through the back hole of your baseball cap. Your voice, sweet as candy when you call your son’s name. All of it distracting him from his mission.

Single Dad Toji who makes quick work of his assignment so he can circle back to the playground to find you. Only you’re gone. Not to worry, you’ll be back. You strike him as the kind of girl who has a routine, he’ll try again next week. 

Single Dad Toji who surprises Megumi with a visit, asking if he wants to go to the park and play? Excited, little six year old Fushiguro grabs his baseball mitt and hops in the car, ready to play catch and spend real time with his dad.

Single Dad Toji who is the picture-perfect father, hoping you’ll be around to see it. He plays catch, tag, even teaches Megumi a little about fighting. Then he spots you out of the corner of his eye. You’re back, this time in a different pair of yoga pants, your hair in a messy bun poking out the back of your cap, and a cropped shirt that his hands are dying to roam under. 

Single Dad Toji who clears his throat, “Megumi, you wanna head over to the playground now? Maybe join some of the other kids?” “Okay, Dad!” He watches Megumi’s little legs bolt toward the colorful structure as he shoves his hands in his pockets and strolls in your direction, ready to convince you to join him in his car while the kids are distracted.

Single Dad Toji who sits next to you. You weren’t paying attention at first but when his herculean figure sits down inches away from you, your eyes do a double take. He’s gorgeous. Is it even legal for him to be here? Don’t you have to be tired and ugly with a dad bod to bring your kid to the park? This guy looks like he just came from a weightlifting competition and he could pick you up with his pinky. 

Single Dad Toji who deeply murmurs, “Hey.” knowing he won’t have to say much more to win you over. You might be attractive but he can see you staring at him in his peripheral. The battle is won before it even begins. Your mesmerized face eventually manages to whisper ‘Hello” in response. “You come here often.” “Y-yeah, every week. You new to the area?” Knew it, you do keep a strict schedule. This will be fun. “You could say that. I don’t get out much.”

Single Dad Toji who smiles when you ask him, “Which one is yours?” He points out his son who’s his spitting image and pretends to not know which kid is yours. He’s just waiting for your name so he can do a thorough background check on you tonight. He wants to know everything. Who’s your kid’s father, how long you dated, are you married, divorced, where you work, Toji is nothing if not detailed when it comes to researching his prey and even if you don’t have a hit on your head, he's sure as hell hitting you from behind. 

Single Dad Toji who feels his chest swell when you ask the very question he’d been waiting for, “So where's Megumi’s mom?” He’s got you now. You’re in his snare and he’s not gonna let you go until he’s done toying with you, which you better believe won't be any time soon. 

Single Dad Toji who has you bobbing between his legs in the back seat of his SUV. The car spacious enough for you both, but cramped enough to keep you against him at all times. Your pretty mouth struggled to stretch around him and your throat is having an even harder time. However, that doesn’t stop him from grabbing you by your hair and shoving you down on him. You’re his little slut now, there’s no turning back. His hips buck up into your mouth as you gag and cough. Lewd wet sounds swirl through the silence making him twitch in your mouth. As much as he wants to be inside of you, he’s enjoying his sadistic game. He could do this to you for hours but he doesn’t know how long he has till Megumi notices he’s missing. With that thought, he releases you but wipes the drool from your mouth all over your whore face before pulling you up on the seat so he can piledrive into you.

Single Dad Toji who has you moaning and screaming as he stretches you wide. You’d think after giving birth, this would be easier but you swear the doctor must’ve sewn you up to be like new cause you feel like a virgin as he pummels into you. His hips crash into your backside so hard it not only rocks you, leaving you unsteady, but it makes the whole car shake. Surely someone is gonna tap on the window to let you know how obvious you’re being. 

Single Dad Toji who makes you cum twice before he allows himself to release. He wants to get back to Megumi but he wants to see you again. He needs to feel how your pretty pink insides squeeze around him while you make demonic orgasming sounds. You’re sexy as hell and he hasn’t had nearly enough time to explore you yet. He finishes with harsh slaps to your ass, turning it bright red with his strength before he chokes your neck. He can feel how you quiver around him as his seed pumps into your hole, possibly creating a sibling for Megumi. 

Single Dad Toji who continues to hold you by the neck, still on his cock, while he puts his number in your phone. He whispers instructions into your ear to send him a photo of your soaked underwear when you get home. He wants to see his cum dripping out of you and making a mess of your underwear. As he’s telling you this he pulls you up and dips two fingers in your cunt to scoop out some of his spend and shove it in your mouth. You hood your eyes and suck on the thick digits obediently, wishing he was inside you again. When he withdraws his fingers he gives you two light slaps on the cheek, “Good slut. Same time next week?���

Single Dad Toji who has you in the backseat of his car every week like clockwork. You're addicted to each other. All your mind thinks about is him and how he plays with you. You want him more than you’ve ever wanted anyone in your entire life. He knows your body and what makes you tick as if you’d been dating for a decade. He’s an expert in knowing precisely what to say to make you feel like his filthy sex slave, ready to serve him and all his desires. This week he has you wearing the remote vibrator. He turned it on the second he got to the park. You were still driving and it took you by surprise. Your son asked what ‘that humming sound’ is. You played it off as a fly that must be buzzing around and opened the door for him. Your son sprints to the jungle gym and plays with his new best friend, Megumi. As you walk towards his father, Toji, he pulls out his phone and increases the intensity of the vibe, the asshole. You stop dead in your tracks, unable to move from the pulsing that had you silently screaming for mercy.

Single Dad Toji who approaches you and grabs you by the arm, pulling you into his SUV. He strips off your pants and spits on your rear. “Wrong hole, Toji.” “No, it’s not. Your other hole is occupied. It’s time to take this one out for a test drive.” He drops another wad of spit on your back door then sinks his finger in and rims you, stretching you as you wait on all fours anticipating what’s to come while writhing from the shockwaves of the vibrator. Toes curling, core clenching, legs shaking, you're already overloaded before he sinks his fat tip into your rear. It’s uncomfortable at first but then as you loosen up, your inner demon surfaces. Only two strokes in and you’re cumming all over his back seat. Toji smirks, realizing this is gonna be fun. He begins to pound into your cute little hole, making you scream and shout filthy things. You chant his name, promising to be his little toy and do whatever he wants. He rocks into your A-spot so hard that you convulse, unable to speak as your eyes roll in your head. 

Single Dad Toji who can’t bring himself to stop, even after your body collapses. It’s too good, too tight, too warm. His shaft tingles as it rubs against the vibrator still whirring away in your other cavity. “T-t-toji, p…please. Mercy.” He chuckles at your orison. Like he’s gonna give you a break. Completely disregarding your plea he hammers home, hips snapping so hard you’re dizzy and have gone blind from pleasure. If you weren’t screaming before, you’re definitely screaming now. People probably think you’re being murdered but he can’t stop himself, he keeps pounding away until he breaks. Cum shoots out and paints your interior. He finally stills and notices that your body is in a crumpled ball, lifeless except for the twitch in your leg. A buzzing sound can be heard over his heavy panting when he realizes he never stopped the vibe. “Oh, sorry babe.” When he turns it off he sees your body go limp as if you took your last breath and knows he’s worn you out. You lazily roll over and stare up at him, your eyes constantly finding their way over to his mouth and that sexy scar he has on the corner of his lips. 

Single Dad Toji who grabs you at the base of your jaw and pulls you up to his face. His lips collide with yours in a breath-stealing kiss. You’re his perfect woman, his little slut, his secret whore, his obsession. When you get out of his car you’re about to pull away to pretend you’re just friendly parents bumping into each other when he sees how another man is watching your ass. You straighten the brim of your hat and move to walk toward the playground when Toji’s massive hand grabs your waist and pulls you into him. You look up at him shocked, then he drapes his heavy arm across your shoulders while he stares daggers into the man who now pretends to be watching his daughter lovingly. “What’s this?” you ask, surprised that Toji wants to show affection where the boys might see. “You’re mine. Others need to know.”

Single Dad Toji who doesn’t want to be single anymore. He has you blushing like a giddy schoolgirl as you walk over to the bench and sit together. Your shoulder tucked into his armpit and his hand squeezing your bicep, he can’t get over the idea of making things public. You’re his, officially, and it makes him smile to himself as the two of you watch your kids become stepbrothers.

Masterlist

[mssstojifushiguro]

What a Whore (Gojo x reader x Getou)

Senior College student Y/n is living with her male best friends, and she can't seem to get enough of their presence. She doesn't know what the hell is going on with her body but her consequences from her actions get her fucked by both of her friends.

Masturbation, threesome, clit rubbing, oral sex, sex, orgasms, drinking, bondage-ish, degrading, fingering.

19:00pm

I was in the kitchen making some cocktails that I had been obsessed with this past week for me and Gojo. I made one in the morning, two in the afternoon and another one right now. I swear my liver would burst any minute if I didn't stop. Because the amount of liquor I added in them was so bad, but it was the end of exams week so it was some sort of reward for me.

We was about to watch a horror movie on the glitchy TV and there was no way we could watch that sober, well I was already drunk so I was just drinking on top of my drunkness. It was mid July and the heat in this dorm was about to make me pass the fuck out, my period had just ended not too long ago so that had to be some sort of factor in this.

Gojo came into the kitchen wearing nothing but grey sweat shorts and the Calvin Klein waistband peaking over the shorts, a layer of sweat glistening over his skin. I was still wearing shorts and a bikini top from when I hung out with Shoko this afternoon before she went into placement, it's 7pm Friday and 95 degrees there was no way I was gonna walk around in a shirt.

I couldn't help but stare at his body, especially below the waistband. It wasn't like me to look at him like this but damn...He looked so fine and built and toned and so...big. I squeezed my legs together because I wasn't about to go down that horny path.

"You almost done with the cocktails?"

"Yeah I'm done now actually, take that one." I pointed to the drink that had less liquor in it because I knew Gojo didn't like to drink so I promised I wouldn't add too much.

He took the one opposite to the one I told him to take and sniffed mine and his face scrunched into a ball. "What the fuck Y/n, why's your one so strong? You're gonna be sick tomorrow."

"It's not that bad, stop being dramatic."

"How about I take this one and you take mine, I don't want you throwing up everywhere." Before I could protest Gojo was already out of the room with both of the drinks in his hands. He didn't even like drinking but he still took it. "Weirdo."

I went into the living room where Gojo was and sat beside him. His drink was already half empty beside the loads of sweet snacks we bought to binge on in the plastic bag on the floor. I didn't even need to say anything because I knew it was good.

"You ready to start the movie?" Gojo had the remote in his hand, thumb on the play button waiting for my approval.

The front door opened all of a sudden showing Getou also topless and in black sweat shorts, it had to be some sort of sweat short season for guys or something. But fuck I almost drooled at the state of Getou. His hair was down and slightly messy, the sweat making some strands stick to his forehead.

Even if he was wearing black sweat shorts I could still see the imprint of his dick through the fabric. I clenched my legs again, what was going on with me today? He had just come back from his run we tried to convince him to stay home because of the heat but no he had to keep his schedule as he said.

"How was your run?" I asked finally being able to get a word out of my mouth after getting sidetracked by his physique.

"I don't even wanna talk about it, it's too fucking hot out there." He took his trainers off and ran a hand through his long, black hair.

"Didn't me and Y/n say that you should stay home? Who's fault is this?" Gojo crossed his arms getting all sassy.

"Yeah I should've listened, but look at my body before you question why I do this everyday." Oh I'm fucking looking at your body, that's for sure.

"I see a potbelly forming." Gojo scoffed and turned his attention to his phone, acting like there wasn't an eight pack right in front of his lying ass.

"Fuck off dude, it's okay if you're jealous." That sentence struck a chord in Gojo's feelings his attention was fully back on Getou. He stood up and went towards his best friend standing beside him.

I already knew what they was gonna make me do.

"Y/n who's got better abs, me or Jogo." Getou asked pissing off Gojo even more at the intentional mispronunciation.

"You want me to beat you up so bad."

"Y/n answer the question and whoever loses has to send you $100." I grinned at the last few words.

I began to judge staring hard at both of the shirtless big dick men in front of me. They thought I was judging but really I was just staring at them, my mind went to various scenes in my head I crossed one leg over the other. These guys were so distracted to the point they had no idea I was clearly getting off of them, but then I came to my senses and shrugged. "I don't know, I really don't. Now how about you both send me $100 to make it fair."

Getou smiled because he just knew I was gonna pull that but Gojo was about to lose his shit, his face said it all. "Oh whatever." He scoffed and came back to sit down and Getou went upstairs to have a shower.

"Y/n just tell me the truth was it me who really had the better body?" I knew that Gojo wouldn't let this go until I said it was him so I just said, "Yeah, I just wanted the money from both of you guys." But it was actually Getou who had the better physique, but none of them was ever gonna know.

"I fucking knew it, you was looking at me more. I'll send you double the amount." Gojo pulled out his phone instantly opening the banking app. It brought joy to my life when I heard the word money.

"Let's wait for Getou to come back and we'll start the movie."

OOO

22:58pm

It was about halfway through the second movie, the first one wasn't that scary. But the reason was because I couldn't even concentrate being sandwiched between two men. Their arms were behind my head resting on the back of the couch. Their two scents mixed and my head spun, I had been shuffling around a lot it was a surprise they didn't notice.

I just felt so horny I had no idea why I felt like this, it had to be the drinks I had downed today.

But my clit was pulsing and my nipples hardened, I could no longer feel the breeze of the fan hit against my skin. It felt like a sauna in here. I had a few groans here and there trying to get rid of this feeling.

I just needed to fuck. I really needed to, I wanted both of their dicks. Oh the way my body begged for something big was unbelievable.

What the fuck am I thinking?

But there was only one way to solve this.

I moved one hand over Getou's lap and the other to Gojo's lap. They both tensed at the same time, but I slowly moved my hands to the middle of their lap.

Getou adjusted the way he was sitting pushing himself up and manspreading even more, he didn't look my way but he knew what was about to go down. Gojo cleared his throat taking a peek at me but quickly put his focus back on the TV.

I pressed my fingertips through their shorts, rubbing them through the fabric. I leaned my head on Getou's shoulder putting more pressure on his dick, I could hear his breathing get more intense. It was dark so none of them knew that it was the both of them getting off to my hands.

"Fuck Y/n what are you doing?" Getou whispered only loud enough for me to hear all breathy trying to hold back from groaning. I slid my hands down their boxers finally getting a hold of their hard cocks.

My thumb went straight to their tips rubbing over it at the same fast pace. Gojo groaned enough to catch his friends attention causing him to chuckle in my ear once again. "Both of us huh? What a whore!"

He gasped as I pulled him out of the shorts starting to jerk his whole length off, his struggled moans became more vocal exposing my intentions. I pulled Gojo out wondering if I could get them to cum at the same time.

"Has she got you too Getou?"

"Yeah." Getou was grinning with his eyes staring into the ceiling.

"What a whore." Gojo tutted. "I said the same thing." They both snickered at their 'great minds think alike' moment.

Gojo snuck his hands into my panties finding my clit and not hesitating to rub it in rhythm of my strokes.

"You're all wet Y/n." I whimpered grinding my hips into his finger pads.

The screen of the TV froze and it was bright and exposing. I could see everything, from me jerking Getou and Gojo off to me getting fingered.

"Fuck Y/n wait, I don't wanna cum yet." Gojo's other hand grabbed my wrist but it didn't stop me from rubbing his tip again with my thumb. "No I want you to cum."

"Ah- Shit!" Gojo's hips bucked up as his orgasm won him over and his juice spilt out onto my hand. He became a breathing chaos, twitching violently. His grip loosened and I kept going, I wasn't gonna stop just yet it was too early for that.

Gojo took his hand away from me and pulled the waist of my shorts and Getou got the other side doing the same. My shorts were pulled until it reached my knees and I managed to kick them off. I spread my legs hanging them over their knees wanting more access from the both of them.

Gojo put his hand back on me starting to build up my orgasm once again. It felt so fucking good my hips were following his circles, almost like I had a water-based waistline. "Fuck I love it when her hips move like that." Gojo turned his head to Getou. "She wants to cum so bad- mmh~"

"I wanna cum so bad...please." I rolled my eyes pleading to Gojo. "Tell us how much you want to cum and you gotta be loud about it."

"Fuck off."

"Or I'll stop touching you now." It was silent and all that was heard was the three of us panting, the slick movement of my hands on both dicks and the wet noises of my clit.

"I wanna cum so much, please make me cum. I'm so close, please!" Gojo went faster upon hearing my words, my breathing became ecstatic and it was only a few more moments until my climax. Then Gojo stopped.

"That wasn't good enough." I stared at him on the verge of tears, I had just been waiting for this and it was ruined. "You're an idiot."

"I know." The fucker had the guts to wink.

"Keep going-" Getou threw his head back biting his lip. He thrusted his hips up everytime I reached the top desperate to finish. But I slowed down feeling like he didn't deserve it because of what they did to me. His hand wrapped around mine guiding me to go faster.

A whimper left his throat, his cum landed on my thigh in result of his orgasm.

The boys looked at each other and nodded like they had a plan in their head. I watched them stand up and face me, but then I got caught off guard when Gojo grabbed me by my hair fisting it forcing me to look at him from below. "Open your mouth...yeah good." He levelled his dick to my mouth and pushed himself in all the way until he was balls deep. My hands flew to his sides, nails digging into his skin as I gagged violently over and over.

He walked backwards dragging me off the couch and onto my knees crawling with him until his legs hit the coffee table and he sat down on top of the snack packets. Gojo yanked my head back up giving me the privilege to breathe. I was bent over on all fours, my bare ass in the air.

He forced my head back down, his tip hitting the back of my throat and there was still some dick left outside my lips. I teared up furiously breathing through my nose trying not to gag again. He began to start the rhythm bringing me to the top, then the base. "Suck harder!" Gojo demanded pushing me down the hardest he's ever had. He let go of my hair when I sprung my head back up from the gag I felt was gonna cause me to throw up.

"I'm gonna throw up." I coughed about to stand up but another hand grabbed my hair and twisted my neck 90° filling my mouth with another cock. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked up at Getou who had a smirk on his lips. "Sorry baby, I had to." I blinked away tears at the amount of gagging I just went through in less than 3 minutes.

He bobbed my head up and down in full control of me. My throat getting used and abused. Gojo now behind me pulled the strings of my bikini top off leaving me completely naked.

Getou's hands reached under my arms and dragged me off of Getou forcing me to stand up and bend over when his palm pushed my back down. He held his penis at my pussy, who'd been aching for attention for the longest time, thrusting himself in one quick movement. "Sorry Getou, stole your girl."

"Gojo!" My knees buckled but he caught me by the waist starting to fuck me before I could even catch my first few seconds of stability.

"It's alright, I'll just occupy her mouth...open wide pretty." Expecting to get my hair pulled again he just held himself in front of my eyes. I opened my mouth and not a second was wasted ploughing my throat. My knees gave out but I was kept in the same position, feet practically off the ground.

Fingers invaded my hair getting moved into a ponytail. I choked on my moans and sobbed from the pleasure overload. One hand of mine flew to my clit and the other to hold Getou's forearm. I rubbed myself in fast circles, twitching here and there clenching around the big girth hitting most of my spots. It was a disappointment he wasn't big enough to hit all of them, neither was Getou from the last times. But they both felt so good just not so good. Maybe there's someone out there that could fuck me so good I would never go back.

My moans were all over the place and I forced myself to breathe through my nose but sometimes that would come to a stop when Getou would keep his dick all the way in for more than five seconds. "Fuck Y/n, you're so-" Gojo thrusts became more wet, it was clear he was gonna cum in me. I was so out of it, they used me like a toy...and I enjoyed it. The clapping of my skin contact made with Gojo sounded like gunshots.

Gojo's grip on my waist tightened and my legs shook. "We can get the plan B tomorrow." He moaned slowing down as his cum filled up my insides and just as he finished Getou started. "Did he make you cum?" Getou asked pulling himself out giving my right to breathe back after swallowing.

"No." Getou's eyebrows furrowed at my answer.

"Gojo move."

"Why?"

"You can't seem to do your job right, pull out." Gojo pulled out and I straightened my back feeling so stiff. "Come sit here girl." Getou was sat in the middle of the couch, legs spread and dick pointing to the ceiling. I got on him straddling his sides and my hole just above his penis I put my hands on his shoulders and locked eyes with him. "Ride me until you cum."

I sat down on his dick sinking in on it, my face scrunched at the length when his tip pushed against my cervix. I buried my face in his neck grinding my hips on him. "Don't worry if I cum before you just keep going."

"You know I haven't done this before right?" My legs were already shaking just by sitting on it. Getou placed his hands on my hips and moved it in a motion. "Keep rocking your hips back and forth...yeah like that." I groaned out of pain, I just knew that I would be able to do the splits if we went on for an hour.

"Take your time." Getou's voice was low and soft, it was a comforting tone and it turned me on even more. His hands were shaking and he bit his lips not wanting to be as vocal as he could be about his pleasure.

I lifted my ass up and slammed myself back down, earning me a huge gasp from Getou. If it wasn't for me losing my breath I would've screamed. I bit his neck going back to grinding at a higher speed, I just wanted to get off from this.

Every time I tried to exhale it would go into a moan, this was the most I had ever felt from a dick.

His thumbs circled my hard nipples and squeezed them, my nipples were just as sensitive as my clit at the moment.

It began to feel like too much pleasure for me. "No stop fuck- Getou." And that's when he started rubbing my clit. "Shit!" I was overstimulated with pleasure and was about to go through an orgasm. "Getou I'm gonna-" "I know baby." I cringed at the pet name but my body reacted to it when my orgasm drove through me leaving me shaking. Getou came inside me emptying the results of his climax.

Our breaths fell in sync calling down from our high and I was still edgy. I loosened my grip on his shoulders and let my head rest on his neck once again. A pair of hands snuck under my arms, pulling me out in the process of lifting me and forced me to stand up. "Toru wait- my legs!"

My legs gave out and I was on the floor within seconds. Gojo joined me on the ground with a grin on his face getting all up close to my lips. "My turn right?" I bit the inside of my cheek wanting to hide my shame he could see the words 'yes' in my eyes waiting for my approval.

I laid on my back and spread my legs with strong eye contact with the black haired male watching me whore myself off. He grabbed under my knees and pushed them back until they touched the floor. I was so exposed, the air brushing over my vagina and my ass.

The sound of a camera shutter coming from Getou's phone stole my attention. "Just sending it to Shoko, showing her what she's missing out on whilst she's on placement."

"Nah man take a video and set your phone up somewhere." Gojo winked with a cheesy smile.

Getou stood up and set the phone on the leg of the table. I attempted to move my body getting sore already. "Don't be moving around too much- hey Getou come hold her for me."

Getou got on his knees over my head and his dick was hanging above my face inches away from his tip. "Straighten your legs." He reached over getting his hands behind my knees and pushed them down to the floor.

The only thing I could do was look up at Getou's dick because lifting my head up to see what Gojo was doing would end up with balls and dick on my forehead.

I stuck my tongue out licking his tip, tasting myself and him causing his whole thing to move. That's when a wet tongue had struck my clit. I bucked my hips up only to be held in more restriction. His tongue swiped side to side at an insane speed, my arms were trapped under my legs.

"Gojo!"

"Mhmmmmm?" He answered in a hum.

I whimpered feeling helpless. I couldn't grab anything to take out my pressure on, balling my fists hard wasn't enough. I just had to lay there and take it. I was a moaning hot mess, twitching every second, I needed movement to express myself.

My mouth agape letting whatever noise that needed to come out cry. Tears emerging again at the frustration.

I fucking loved it.

A warm substance shot and dribbled on my face just as Gojo inserted his fingers in. I bent my neck up and slapped myself with a dick.

"Shit sorry Y/n, I just came on your face." Getou chuckled.

"Fuck!"

I inhaled sharply crying out at the sudden intense speed of Gojo's long fingers rubbing up on my walls. "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum!"

Waves of satisfaction hit me repeatedly, I panted heavily just waiting for my climax to catch on. And when it finally did, the strength of my legs almost broke free from its hold. I sobbed hard and loud, I didn't care if the other people in the corridor could hear me.

Gojo just kept on going at the same speed, he wasn't done eating yet. He was moaning and slurping like he was starving, but when he was done he lifted his face up. His chin was dripping and his lips were plumped up.

"Sorry I couldn't resist myself, you just tasted too fucking good."

Words couldn't even form out of me, nor in my mind. I just curled myself up in a ball once Getou let go.

I shut my eyes and smiled because I just got fucked.

"We aren't done yet Y/n. I haven't had a taste of you." Getou winked standing over me.

[ningningsdream]

expensive friendship | part six: waffles & study

main masterlist | ef masterlist

pairing: art major!fem reader x rich kid!chenle

genre: college/university au, social media au (some written parts), fluff, angst, slow burn(ish)

summary: your mysterious aura makes you the talk of the school as a new transfer, and chenle is intrigued to see if what people say about you is real. or in which, chenle pays you to hang out with him.

[WRITTEN PART IN THE MIDDLE AND AT THE END]

the pouring rain and grey clouds contrasted with the warm and cozy shop you were in. sitting at your favorite table at young waffles, you were waiting for your partner for the art class project and reading through your research, making sure you didn't miss something.

the doors of the shop opened, making the bell above it ring, "welcome to young waffles!", your best friend, julie, greeted. she's been working part time here for almost two years now and she was the main culprit for your group's obsession over waffles.

you waved, recognizing your classmate. renjun greeted your friend back along with a slight bow before joining you at your table, "hey.", he said, his voice almost cracking out of anxiety.

"hi.", you greeted back.

"this place is much cozier and bigger than i thought.", he commented, removing his bag and coat before taking a seat, "have you ordered yet?"

"no, i was waiting for you.", you replied, handing him one of the two menus on the table.

"what do you recommend?"

before you could answer, your best friend had stopped at your table with two plates of waffles and two drinks on a platter.

"we didn-"

"it's on the house.", julie said, interrupting a-now-surprised-renjun, "it's your usual, y/n, and since i didn't what you would order, y/n's classmate, i made you our most popular items."

"renjun, this is my best friend, julie. and julie, this is my art project partner, renjun.", you quickly introduced, both of your worlds colliding in a way.

"nice to meet you, you really didn't have to...", renjun said, gesturing to his plate and drink.

"you really didn't have to.", you added, looking at your friend with eyes she knows all too well.

"oh please, doyoung also insisted.", julie replied to you with a small smile and a playful eyeroll before turning towards renjun, "it is really nice to meet you, renjun. please take care of our y/n."

you hid your face in embarrassment. you loved your best friend and you were touched by the fact that she wanted to help you get along with renjun but she had the tendency to act like a mama bear. you only dared to look back at your classmate when you heard the footstep of your friend, gradually getting farther.

"i'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable. i used to work here from time to time so i know the owners well. they give me free stuff sometimes but i pay most of the times. i'm not taking advantage of this shop, do not worry."

renjun chuckled at your response. it was the most he'd heard you talk and it was because you were trying to justify a kind gesture in case it looked suspicious. he started realizing how silly he was for fearing you, maybe you weren't that scary after all.

chenle pushed open the door of the little café, his head scanning the place,"welcome to young waffles!", a female worker greeted him. he politely greeted her back before walking towards his friend.

the closer he got to your table, the clearer he could see what renjun said about your aura. though you were smiling at something his friend said, your smile wasn't over the top or exaggerating, your laugh was suave and didn't have that high pitch sound that he often found annoying in other people.

"hey, renjun.", chenle greeted to make his presence known.

"oh hey, you're right on time, we're practically done.", renjun said, acknowledging his friend's arrival, "i'll keep sketching a few things when i get home and send them to you for the presentation."

"great, thanks renjun.", you smiled, grateful for his commitment to your shared project.

"i'm chenle, zhong chenle.", chenle said, holding out his hand towards you. renjun froze and gave his friend a look as if to say 'don't embarrass me'.

"i'm y/n, y/l/n y/n. nice to meet you.", you said, taking his hand in yours to shake it. your graps was gentle but confident.

"technically, we already met.", chenle rectified in a playful tone.

it didn't seem to bother you, "oh right, you were there last time as well.", you were talking about your first study session with renjun, which he crashed with his two other friends.

"yeah, want to grab some hotpot with us? renjun is paying."

the older chinese almost choke on air at his friend's proposal. his eyes were so big they almost jumped out of their holes.

a sudden car honking outside captured everyone's attention. you recognized mark's car and him in the driver's seat, waving at you.

"i can't. i have a work thing to take care of.", you replied, letting go of chenle's hand, which you didn't know you were still holding all this time. you put your laptop in your bag, before grabbing your jacket, "see you later, renjun.", you hurried out to not make mark wait any longer, not without waving goodbye at julie before exiting the café.

renjun and chenle watched you run to mark's car with a smile so big they thought you were another person, "she has to go to work at this hour?", chenle asked outloud. it was almost nine.

"i heard her family is kind of struggling and that's why she had to transfer. because they didn't have enough money to pay for her previous school...", renjun said, heart filling with empathy as one of the rumors he's heard about you may be true.

"i see, and is that her boyfriend or coworker?", the blond asked, eyes following the car driving away.

"i don't know.", renjun shrugged, not really caring about the answer as his eyes followed the car until it was too far to be seen. he suddenly turned towards his friend and slapped his arm, "what is wrong with you?!!"

chenle winced, rubbing his arm, "what? what was that for??"

"why did you invite her to hot pot?"

"to be polite."

"since when are you polite?"

"what the fuck? im always polite???"

"you know what i mean...", renjun looked at his friend, dead in the eyes, "you don't issue invites unless you really want the person to come."

chenle shrugged, "i wanna see what all the fuss around her is about."

"chenle... you're in your bored era again?", renjun sighed, tilting his head to the side and giving him a disapproving look.

"wha- bored era? no?", chenle's voice got higher and higher after each question, showing his confusion.

"you always get those every three to four months.", renjun rolled his eyes, "if you're bored, just hit up one of your ex hook ups or something. you'd have better luck there because if what i've heard is true, unless you have a job offering that would help her pay her rent, then she won't have any time for you."

unknowingly, renjun may have sparked an idea in that big head.

a/n: seeing the nct movie tonight imma cry for sure 🥹

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[yanderes-galore]

Eren Yeager with prompts 1, 6, and 46, please!

The plot may be Eren fighting with his Darling one last time about his decision about the Rumbling. He promises he'll be back with them once he finishes what needs to be done and an argument starts between them where the already unhappy Darling tries to knock the last bit of sense into him before Eren goes off to finish what he's started. I'll leave the rest to you, thank you! :)

I think I've seen enough of Season 4 to write this? Let's see how this goes.

Yandere! Eren Yeager Prompts 1, 6, 46

"I'd burn this world and everything in it for you."

"A good partner must be willing to make sacrifices for their beloved! Don't you agree?"

"Even monsters can love, can't they...?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Overprotective behavior, Mass murder implied, Isolation/Imprisonment implied, Forced kiss, Dubious relationship.

"There has to be another way, you can't be serious, Eren!" You plead to the man in front of you, watching as he leans against the wall on the far end of the room.

"Why do you have so much sympathy for them?" Eren states coldly, tone even with not much emotion. "They're sending people to kill us on this island... I'm doing what's best for us."

The Rumbling had been an idea tossed around for a while now. It had been talked about along with the Founding Titan for various reasons. You thought Eren would simply go along with making Eldians infertile with Zeke...

Yet it seems he's decided to go with the more destructive option.

"It's not right..." You try to argue but Eren, your boyfriend, shushes you with an unamused look.

"This isn't about what's right. They don't care about the Eldians." Eren continues, stepping closer. "Did you forget about how much our friends mean to me... how much you mean to me?"

You feel the man in front of you cup your cheeks, cold blue eyes staring into your own. You freeze when he touches you but reluctantly melt into it. It's been a while since you've had such affection...

Mostly because your relationship with Eren has been rocky the last four years.

"I'm mostly doing this for you, know that?" Eren whispers, breath ghosting over your face. "I want to make this place somewhere safe for us. I don't plan on coming back to you until I achieve that."

"Eren, please, Zeke's plan—" Eren's grip suddenly tightens.

"I don't care what Zeke thinks... You shouldn't either. All you need to know is I'm doing this for you... No one can hurt you if I do this. You and I can finally be happy, know that?"

You feel Eren let go only to pull you into a hug. You struggle, still uncomfortable with the idea of your boyfriend committing mass murder. You still want to think there's ways to make peace with Marley without wiping them out....

Eren could care less about them... not when he has someone like you to care for and keep to himself.

"I'd burn this world and everything in it for you." Eren admits, whispering gently into your neck as he holds you close. You can tell he's manipulating you. After all... He hasn't been this affectionate in weeks since going to Marley. "You're all that matters to me. You always have been."

"Eren... Please just listen... The others are coming up with ideas, I'm sure of it. I can't go along with this...!" You continue to plead, but Eren merely pulls back to look at you in the eyes again.

You can see disappointment and irritation there.

"... I'd kill for you." Eren admits, holding you tight. "In fact, I already have. I've dedicated myself to you so much that no one else matters anymore."

Eren tilts your chin up, his other arm firmly wrapped around your waist.

"A good partner must be willing to make sacrifices for their beloved. Don't you agree?" Eren whispers, ghosting over your lips as though he wants to kiss you. "Can't you see I love you? That you're my motivation... That I'd be willing to destroy this world for you just to give you a happy ending?"

Eren's words made you push against him. He acted like The Rumbling was going to be some romantic gesture to you. He acted like killing millions to 'protect' you was right because you're the only thing that matters to him.

He was too far gone, he probably already was after the Titans were dealt with...

You wonder if what he says is true... If he's really killed for you in the past... and if that even matters now considering what he's planning to do next.

"Get away from me—!" You bark, scrambling out of his hold. Eren watches you blankly, as if just observing what you plan to do next. You then glare in response.

"Eren, I can't do this anymore. I can't love you anymore!" You confess, briefly noticing the tension in Eren's body as he watches you. "You're a monster!"

"A monster?" Eren murmurs, you hate how he seems so casual. "I'm a monster to you?"

"Yes!" You cry, unsure how to sway him from his decision. You thought this would work... breaking it off should snap him out of it...

Yet of course, it didn't matter.

"Fine." Eren answers, stalking closer. "I'm a monster, I accept that."

You make a strangled noise when Eren pins you to the wall of the room. You claw at his wrist when he lightly squeezes your neck. It isn't tight... but it allows him to lean close.

"Even monsters can love, can't they...?" Eren whispers in your ear, keeping you stuck against him. "After all, I know you still love me. There's nowhere else to go, no one else who will dedicate themselves to you like me..."

Eren leans closer, a smug grin on his face.

"No one would level villages or continents just to keep you safe. You'd be miserable with anyone else but me. I'm all you have, I'm all that matters... The Rumbling will happen..." Eren continues, lips grazing against yours.

"... and I'll do it in your name." Eren then kisses you. You struggle against him but he prevents it from happening. By the time he pulls away you spit in his face...

He just laughs.

"Do me a favor and be good while I'm gone, alright?" Eren hums before letting you go. It's then Eren goes to walk away but you try to follow.

"Eren, no, don't do this...!" You cry, Eren ignores you.

"I'll have Mikasa and Armin watch you while I'm gone..." Eren replied, turning to look at you as he puts a hand on the door.

"You better have an apology ready for me when I come back, sweetheart."

It's then Eren shuts the door and you swear you hear it lock...

Leaving you with the knowledge, guilt, and regret that you couldn't stop Eren... along with the dread of what will happen when he's back....

[freedelusionshere]

I think part of Carmy’s problem in S3 is how he accelerates everything to get the star. Which is about Syd. The idea that he will run out of time (which he even says).

I’ve always thought this meant he knows there is a countdown clock until Syd leaves him (like she almost did in S1). That he can’t do this without her and doesn’t even want to. It’s always really been about Syd and wanting to get her to stay from the minute she walked through the door of The Beef.

How much of what Carmy has done from the start is about keeping Syd with him? Starting with the brigade (hierarchy, she’s his subordinate), which creates a barrier so he can’t fully act on his feelings. Then she leaves him and he promises her the restaurant she’s always wanted in return.

He dated Claire in S2 and yet tells Syd he is giving her what she wanted, but distanced himself physically. He wasn’t around the way he knows he should’ve been and tries to make up for it at the end (I also get slight vibes of what maybe went down with the Berzatto dad here, and his aversion to hard emotional things despite being a dreamer). When you see how at ease he is with Syd versus his anxiety around Claire it lines up with him hiding out to avoid real feelings vs superficial ones.

In S3, he distances himself from Syd emotionally, while trying to make her his partner and constantly being physically present but controlling (Donna/Chef David mode) and trying to make Syd believe she needs him to get a star as he watches her demonstrate that’s absolutely not the case; it’s the other way around and now everyone knows it, too.

Like I’ve said many times before I think he has realized this by the end of S3, it’s just a matter of what Syd will do now.

At least since the discussion in Legacy when he saw her in the cute outfit, he mentions wanting to get square with everything and everyone.

Then he realizes he is obsessing over trying to figure Syd out instead of working on himself in Apologies (this is the reason he contemplates calling Claire: to apologize and not be shitty).

Then he starts to do the actual work in Forever by acknowledging he’s been a bad boss by confronting his own bad boss. Claire and his mom will follow as well as Richie.

These three seasons combined also give me massive François Truffaut feels, following a similar arc about love, marriage, and seasons of life in his film cycle The Adventures of Antoine Doinel.

[frozenjokes]

the devil fosters kittens and hires exorbitantly expensive prostitution

ao3 link - this fic is rated mature on ao3. please mind the ao3 tags

Grian stood hunched over the door knob, grip tight enough to crack the handle, shaking, veins bulging. This couldn’t be happening. This could not be happening. Left alone for months- Why now?

Mumbo’s fingers were curled over Grian’s shoulder, grabbing him, shaking him, he was speaking, yelling, but it was long before the words came into focus.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? Grian!”

Did he see it? Did Mumbo understand when Grian turned his head, looked up, did he know Grian’s fear? Had he ever seen Grian this way, petrified, moved to action by fear deeper than instinct, locked in horrible, hopeless infatuation. Grian could not name the feeling; to say romantic felt shallow, not enough, his obsession rooted further in Mumbo’s potential, his creativity, his prowess, the unrelenting love he had to give for the world in which they lived; did no one understand just how much was at stake here? Devastating could not scratch the surface of this loss, Grian could not let Mumbo be surrendered to his heritage, not when it was so clear that every person touched by Mumbo’s light was better for it.

Grian was better for it. Mumbo made him better.

“I’m afraid,” he said, and of course it was true. Because this was a battle Grian was not sure he could win. For all his willpower, he could not make Mumbo reject the call to blood. For all his longing to cover Mumbo’s eyes, take it all away, and bear it himself, this was not Grian’s burden to carry. Mumbo had to make the choice. No amount of setting him up for success could save him from the wrong path.

Grian did not want to kill him. He didn’t believe Mumbo was beyond saving, not yet, but he- he wouldn’t let Mumbo become a puppet, either. If anyone was going to snuff the light, there would be no unnecessary pain. Mumbo was a good man, and that legacy would be preserved.

“I- I know you don’t like the assassination business coming home, Grian,” Mumbo tried, and he was really trying, his own frustrations aside. “And I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to come home to that, but it really wasn’t what it looked like. Cub wasn’t- I was trying to make him leave, I didn’t want him here either, and I promise I have no idea how he found our address, but he was- I don’t know, intoxicated? He was saying all sorts of crazy shit, he was really distressed, and I think I offended him and I couldn’t just send him away. I.. Maybe I should have done it anyway. I kind of panicked. He was genuinely hurt, I think so at least. He asked me to cut his hair and I- I panicked, like I said I just.. did it. I still don’t really know what he wanted, but he wasn’t here to hurt me or you. I really believe that.”

Grian didn’t believe it. He didn’t believe it for a second, not when Cub’s will was tied intrinsically to Scar’s, whether Cub was aware of it or not. Cub was a victim, but not anyone that could be saved, not anymore. The fact that he was here at all was- it was-

But Mumbo didn’t know. There was no way he could have known, and maybe the worst part was that Mumbo was only acting so unapologetically himself, Grian had nothing to blame him for. He took in a stranger. Cut his hair.

If this had not been an act, if a victim was still in there, then this was just another life Mumbo had touched, a life far more unfortunate than his own.

“I’m sorry,” Grian breathed, air coming scarce from his lungs, “I didn’t know. You did a good thing.”

Mumbo released a long breath, one Grian suspected he’d been holding in the lengthy pause between his own words and Grian’s answer. “Is he still there?”

Grian tensed, hand sweating on the handle, but after a few moments hesitation he pulled the door back regardless, just a crack. No one was there. He did not have to report; Mumbo saw it too. Grian closed the door.

“There’s something else I need to tell you. To explain this. I should have told you a lot sooner, but you were really hurt, and the amnesia was so bad for weeks, even with treatment and I-“

“Grian, what is it?” Mumbo’s brow was tight, and Grian pursed his lips in recognition.

“There was another man at the hospital, he came to pick Cub up, insisted he introduce himself to you, do you remember? It’s alright if you don’t.”

Mumbo thought for a moment, but seemed to recognize quickly there was no point. “I don’t really remember anything until a few weeks later.”

“I know,” Grian mumbled, if for no other reason but to acknowledge. Those were.. a really frightening first few days, better in the following weeks, but even now, Mumbo still struggled with his short term memory, and it’s likely he’d carry that for the rest of his life. It hurt, fuck it hurt, that Grian couldn’t prevent an injury so severe so young. It wasn’t fair, not fair to Mumbo, but it took all of Grian’s strength just to keep Mumbo from chasing this horrific assassin fixation. At least five concussions put a stop to that.. for now.

“Well, when I was waiting for you, the man who came for Cub was next to me, and apparently Cub had texted him, told him everything, and he was- I don’t even know if he was angry, but he must have a part in the hits Cub is assigned, because he kept threatening me, threatening you, and I was afraid to move, I thought he might just shoot me right there, I don’t know, I was so scared and he was so quiet, I couldn’t do anything. It’s been such a long time, I just assumed things had blown over, but.. I just freaked out, seeing Cub. I’m still- I’m really freaking out, Mumbo.”

Mumbo blinked a few times in rapid succession, mouth slightly agape. “Oh, fuck. Oh my god, Grian, you should have told me- I’m not mad, I- of course not-“ Mumbo stopped, pulling Grian away from the door and into a firm hug. “I had no idea. I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t know. You did a good thing, Mumbo.”

“I’ll keep a better eye. I promise. I didn’t.. I’m sorry you got dragged into this. I wish- I wanted this to be separate, but I know that’s.. stupid.”

A heavy sadness weighed on Grian’s chest, and he pushed his head into Mumbo’s shoulder, zeroing his focus on his friend’s still-beating heart. “You were upfront with me. I knew what I was getting into.” And he did. God, Mumbo had no idea the extent of it.

“I know,” Mumbo mumbled, resting his chin on Grian’s head. “Guess I just want it all.”

“We’ll get through it, Mumbo. We’ll make it through.” Grian hoped he managed to push an ounce of confidence through, though no facade could keep himself from wavering. Really, he wasn’t fooling anyone. Mumbo knew Grian’s misery as well as his own.

///

Cub thought the couch was a good addition to the cat room in the clownvent; sure, all the fostered kittens were just going to destroy it, but now Cub could experience his depression spiral in new and improved comfort, while Scar went about seeing how many four week old kittens he could stack on Cub’s back. Previous record was twelve, and Scar had set himself up for success by feeding the little bastards before putting them to bed on top of Cub, really coaxing them into sleep after a nice meal. So far, Scar had managed nine; there were fourteen current fosters at the clownvent, so the record was well within reach.

Scar crossed his legs, readjusting the kitten he was bottle feeding in his lap. It didn’t seem to mind at all, much more focused on the bottle it was affixed to and kneading into Scar’s pants.

“You know, the orphans at this age can be such a pain in the ass, especially when there’s this many, but when they’re all grown up, I find myself missing it, you know? I mean look at their itty bitty ears, Cub, they’re so damn cute I just can’t even stand it. Even when it’s the middle of the night and I have a bottle-baby shift and I’m ready to end it all. Good thing Skizz has a thing for clowns, or I think we’d all give up taking in the little ones who can’t eat yet. It gets to you! These little cretins have been a delight though, a delight. Are you sure you don’t want to feed the next one? It’s healing, it really is. You don’t even need two hands, they just sit here like angels!”

“No thanks,” Cub mumbled, turning back to lay face down into the pillow. He kinda wanted to roll over, but then Scar would lose progress on his stacking endeavors. And suddenly, like a divine reminder floating down from the heavens, Cub remembered he did not care.

Scar’s screech was immaculate, the kitten avalanche even better, all nine of them tumbling off him with startled mews and flailing paws. He felt the pinpricks of a set of claws through his shirt, and leaned back to grab it, pulling the startled kitten back into the cave of his body against the back couch cushions. It squirmed a little, alarmed, but by now these things had been manhandled to hell and back, and being scooped up by massive human paws was just a matter of life. It settled on Cub’s new cast, purring.

“Cuuuub! What have you done! They were sound asleep, you monster!”

“So sad..”

“You act like you have no control over yourself! Oohhhh you’re lucky I’ve got a kitten in my lap right now or I’d really be angry. This little monster is having the best meal of his life, and I will not take that away from him.”

“Capital punishment for whoever shat all over the wall. This is what they get.”

“Noooo! You didn’t even have to clean that up, you don’t get a say. I only sent you that picture because I have no idea how they managed it, I’m imagining kitten handstands and diarrhea explosions. They have done nothing wrong.”

“I have a fundamental problem with any shit from any creature being smeared on a perfectly good wall.”

“Well I have a fundamental problem with you!”

“Ditto.”

Scar paused, quiet enough that Cub could hear the kitten in his lap sucking the last dregs of milk from its bottle. “You don’t really mean that though, do you?”

Cub rolled his eyes. “With you being what you are, I never wouldn’t have guessed you to be sensitive.”

“Well I’m just saying, you having a fundamental problem with me would basically be the same as you having a fundamental problem with yourself, so.. checkmate!” Scar released the kitten he was feeding in favor for the next in line, and only noticed Cub craning his neck to Look at him belatedly. Scar’s whole expression dropped, a clear sign he’d gotten the memo, so Cub turned back around.

“Noooo! Cub! Noooooooo!” Suddenly there were a lot more kittens being piled on Cub’s side, crawling all over the place, which, to Scar’s credit, was mildly delightful. “Cub, you’ve always had this grand capacity to care about other people, and it’s a lovely look on you, really, but it makes you so, so sad!”

Cub felt Scar’s hand on his shoulder, and the touch was not unwelcome, but sometimes Cub wondered if this was only a result of their connection. Would he still crave Scar so wholly if he had never descended those stairs?

“It’s a curse, isn’t it. To be human. I wish I could take it away from you, but that’s life, isn’t it.. It’s been a rough couple months, I know, but my hope is that it’ll only be a few more before you’re raring to go again, right? I mean, retirement is an option as well, and maybe you’d thrive away from the action, but in my experience.. Well, you all don’t do so well. Try as I might, humans are just so temporary. I’d just hate to lose you like this. Maybe I’m speaking too soon- concussions are just nasty business! I’ve seen far too many never bounce back. You’ve got alright resistance to going stir crazy though, you might be alright.”

“That’s not what’s bothering me.” Cub couldn’t help but interrupt before he went on and on, he didn’t care, and he didn’t need Scar pretending he did either. “Why- I want to know what you are. What you’re doing here, where you come from. I want to go there.”

Scar was quiet, and Cub could feel the gears in his mind churning, wondering just how many times he could dance around this topic before he finally answered the damn questions.

“I don’t understand your fixation on specific, concrete, concepts. It’s a human impulse, I understand, but you have no need to hold on to it. You have blood to drink and skin to tear, your most important needs are met.”

“Where do you come from?”

“This has always been my home.”

“What are you!?”

Over Cub’s shoulder, he saw the shadow of a cocked head, “I’m Scar.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“I’ve always been Scar. I don’t know what else to say. There are other scars, I know that to be true, but they are not me. A symptom of life.”

“If you actually cared, then why’d you let me break myself when you knew I’d escape. I hurt myself, when you could have just told me you wanted me to go to Mumbo’s fucking house and I would have done it. For you. Instead you fucked with my head. You made me go under the guise I had a choice.”

“Ah.” Scar considered Cub for a long moment, eyes boring into his back. Cub said nothing, only curling tighter around his kitten. “Well, I didn’t want you to gallivant off on my behalf. I wanted you to go on yours. It’s no fun being a puppet master, Cub, and you’re not a goon. I can be a guiding thought, but I don’t control where you go with it. Part of the appeal is watching what happens. So no, I did not know you would break your wrist to slip the chain. But I didn’t reinforce the locks on the door. And I did hope you’d act. I did not have to steer you very far, if it’s any reassurance. Just a few nights in your head, and your subconscious did the rest. You may have even gotten there alone with time, but I’m tired of waiting. Aren’t you? Besides, the worst of this break should heal in line with your concussions, you haven’t been set back.”

Scar did not hide himself, he never did, not even when Cub was waiting for him to deny what he’d done, poised to snap on his silver tongue and rip it clean off. Scar did not feel shame, or at the very least, Cub didn’t think so. He had less of a semblance of right and wrong and more of a feel for whether or not the thing he was planning on doing was going to piss all his friends off, which, had no impact on Scar’s decision making, only how he reacted to the clapback.

It still. Hurt. Somehow, after eight years of this, it still hurt.

“What’s your endgame. With Mumbo. How do you get your way.”

Scar readjusted, the chair creaking as he leaned back. As far as Scar was concerned, Cub’s outburst was over. The resistance was dealt with. Maybe he was right, too; it’s not like Cub was going to act against him, even now. Especially now.

Scar answered civilly.

“Mumbo is more put together than most. His anchor keeps a short leash, but that’s not necessarily the worst case. Mumbo is deprived. He takes what he wants despite outside influence, which is very good, but whatever charm is keeping him shackled is the biggest problem. That’s not an easy spell to upkeep mind you, and that Grian is weak. He’s tired. Doubt I’d even have to kill the body to break it, I can’t see how Grian has enough energy to maintain himself and control Mumbo as it is- but I don’t want to.”

Scar paused, waiting for input, validation. Cub gave him nothing.

“I want Mumbo to do it! Obviously! I want them both in the ring, and I want Mumbo to rip Grian’s head off his shoulders.” Scar sighed, long and forlorn, “Fuck, he’d have to really snap though, wouldn’t he. I mean, I could push anyone to the brink of madness and let them topple off the edge themselves, but I don’t know if I’m looking to house a berserker right now. Lately, I’ve really been enjoying the company of friends! But I’m not married to any happy ending. Personally, I’d fly to the sun and back to get my claws in that prude. We’ll see.”

“Maybe I want your claws in me instead.” Cub couldn’t help but lift his head, Scar’s eyes meeting his, piercing and smug.

“Can’t stand to hear me yapping so much about anyone else, hm? I see you.”

“You owe me this.”

Scar snorted a short laugh, lurching forward in the next movement, grabbing Cub’s cheek and chin and wrenching his neck painfully to one side. “Someone’s getting a little ahead of himself, isn’t he. I own you. Now I’m going to finish up with these cats, and we can get a move on.”

///

The water was beautiful and endless, dark and blue and infinitely peaceful. Sometimes Grian saw coral reefs, endless fish and color, sometimes he saw orcas or dolphins, sometimes he swam with penguins, blinded by schools of silver fish. He never felt scared here, even when his movements were sluggish, or he couldn’t quite see. He remembered being frustrated, absolutely, but never scared.

It was a little disconcerting when with each passing breath, Grian took in less air. It wasn’t quite noticeable at first, but there was a point where his lungs just weren’t quite full, where the oxygen wasn’t being stolen, just crushed away, little by little. Grian had never drowned before. He pondered that as he floated here, suspended in endless blue. He didn’t particularly want to. He still wasn’t afraid.

Not until he opened his mouth, and the water forced its way in.

Grian gagged, jerking violently into its force when he couldn’t go backward, he couldn’t escape, his eyes shot open, face to face with a looming, dark silhouette. Grian coughed and hacked as the force withdrew, he could have thrown up and wouldn’t have known, spittle and drool coating the hand that clamped over his mouth.

“Shh, shhh, you’re fine. You’re fine, you’re fine, Gri, take a moment won’t you? Breathe. Just breathe.”

Grian tried to scream, but the pressure on his chest was too much, the grip over his mouth too tight. He thrashed, and was not nearly strong enough. Too tired, too disoriented, too weak. This was it. Everything he’d worked for; over.

“Maybe this was my fault..” Scar mused, Grian recognized the thing above him now, his terror only multiplying, “I was just trying to see if I could spot you down there, y’know, I’ve never seen one of you inside your host until I cut you open, and, well, there’s only so many holes you could be hiding! Please calm down, you’re hurting my feelings.”

He hated the whimper that ripped through his sore throat, as well as the pain that followed. Scar’s shape was coming into clearer form as Grian’s eyes adjusted to the dark, strong, calm, and unworried. Mumbo was sleeping in the room across the hall. Had he heard? Grian wished he was here, he needed someone, anyone to take this away. Scar did not move. He never looked away, his attention wholly captured by Grian’s utter terror.

“Can I trust you to be quiet, now? I’d like to let you go, but I don’t want anyone walking in on us, right? You don’t need Mumbo to run to your aid, only for him to find an empty room. Gosh, he’d think you’re crazy!” Scar let him sit with that for a moment, then loosened his grip, a test, before letting Grian’s face go completely.

Grian wiped his mouth. Scar smiled, hard to see, but there, perfectly innocent. How was it he managed to look so kind?

“You are not welcome in this house. You- You stay away. There is nothing for you here.”

“You know, I just don’t agree!” Scar mused, his exclamation whispered. He rocked on Grian’s chest, but stopped when Grian wheezed, as if that had been unintentional. “Such a big bark for someone your size. Does it make you feel better? Like you have more control?”

“I know what you want. Taunt me all you like, but I won’t just roll over and let you take it.”

“I’d hope not!” Scar unfolded his legs, nearly kicking Grian in the face as he rolled off his chest, settling instead beside him and stretching in an exaggerated yawn. “But I think I could really surprise you, y’know. I don’t want you to be so scared, not when we’re just talking, hanging out. I’ve had a thousand Mumbos over my time, and I’ll have a thousand more. You, on the other hand.. Now if we’re talking about things I want..”

“I have terms. What are yours.”

Scar blinked, sitting up as if Grian had zapped him. “What? Seriously?”

“What are your terms.” Grian lurched up, throwing his weight over Scar to straddle his stomach, and pushing the rest of him back down.

“Oh my,” Scar wouldn’t stop blinking, like he wasn’t certain the man above him was real. “You know, this is not what I was talking about, but I’m not uninterested,” Scar hummed, his fingers beginning to trail Grian’s thighs until he slapped them away.

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”

Scar shrank away, but Grian did not miss the small, astonished smile. “Yes, sir.”

“Since you’re so unwilling to tell me what you want, here’s what I’m after. You leave us alone. Forever. And you can have me any way you like. Any time you like, but never here.”

“My, my, you’re expensive, aren’t you? From where I’m sitting, it looks like you want me far too much to be making those high demands.”

Grian scoffed, and he might’ve spat in Scar’s face if he wasn’t so sure Scar would like it, “Nothing would bring me greater pleasure than imagining you waddling home with blue balls and your tail between your legs, rest assured, I’d see more stars than anyone else could punch out of me.”

Scar closed his eyes, relaxing against Grian’s bed with his chin ever so slightly inclined, “You’re not what I expected.”

“Can’t say I feel any differently. You can fidget all you want, I’ll only think you more desperate. Do you really get so little?”

“Not much like you.”

“Then let’s make this exchange final, why don’t we?”

Scar rolled his shoulders, eyes narrowed. “I’ll give you a month. No Scar, no anything.”

“A year.”

“Two months.”

“Six months is my final offer; suggest anything else, and I’ll leave you where you’re sat.”

“You drive a devilish bargain.”

“I’d choose my next words very carefully if I were you.”

“Go on, then. Just like this. But for six months I don’t expect this to be the only time I’ll be seeing you.”

Grian grabbed Scar’s face, fingers landing hard like a slap, thumb curling around his chin. Grian imagined it sinking inside, just as Scar had done to him, and ripping off his entire jaw. “Be good, and I’ll come find you.”

“I expect you’ll have me screaming.”

“With Mumbo in the next room over, you’d better not.”

“You sure he wouldn’t like to watch?”

“Shut up.” Grian wrenched Scar’s head to the side, his fantasies swirling visions of Scar limp, neck broken and bruised. “You won’t speak unless you’re prompted, and any noise you make will be choked out of you, understand?”

“Please.”

Grian withdrew his hand from Scar’s face only to rid himself of his own shirt, but he quite enjoyed the marks left by his nails. Here’s to many more.

[trevengersprincess]

ℛ𝓊𝓁ℯ𝓇 ℴ𝒻 ℳ𝓎 ℋℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉

c.w: f!reader, obsession, dc, mention of kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome

a/n: heyyy I hope you enjoy this. I just...the song 'Ruler of My Heart' made me think of this. y'all should watch Alien Stage if you haven't. it's so good. the fic 'My Clematis' is based off one of the songs from Alien Stage. it will make sense when you read it after listening to the song. anyway, like I said, I hope you enjoy :))

w.c: ~ 1.2K

You should’ve never stayed. You should’ve left when you had the chance. But you did, and in the end? He managed to find you, knock you unconscious and take you to a place where no one could find you. How did you end up here? Tied up to a chair, a piece of duct tape covering your mouth, feet chained to the ground. How did this all happen? You went on one date and rejected him, thinking you two wouldn’t work out together because of your differences. And his reaction to the rejection? Take you and make you his. Make you understand that you belong to him and only him. Make you understand that you need him more than you know. The tears ran down your face, scared and confused out of your mind. He sat in front of you, stoic and not saying a thing as you thrashed around. Finally, you calm down, the tears stop streaming down your face as you look at him.

"Done with your little tantrum princess?" He asked, a cruel smirk on his lips. You don't say anything, not that you could anyway. The piece of tape was still on your lips. He stalked his way over to you gently caressing your cheek as he looked down at you.

"I'm gonna take the tape off, okay? Be a good girl for me and don't fight." He cooed and again, you didn't say anything. Even for a man who looked as cruel as he did, he gently took off the tape, afraid to hurt your precious skin. Once it was off, you didn't move still and he stepped back. "Much better."

"Let me go, please. We already talked about this. We just aren't good together." You say trying to reason with him to let you go. But all he did was stare at you. He turns away, walking out of the room leaving you as you screamed at him. No matter what, your screams were never heard and your face was everywhere on the news. Your family looked everywhere for you. Wanting you safe and at home but they couldn't find a lead on you. But why was he so hung up on you? What made you so special that he just had to kidnap you and make you his?

He went up to a secret room of his home, unlocking the door and flicking the lights on. On the walls, pictures of every angle of you, not a single photo missed your beauty. The room was full of photos of you, even ones from inside your apartment. He used to be the one that sent you mysterious gifts to your workplace and you never thought much of it. Taking the plushies and other items into your home where he had his hidden cameras. He had been watching you since you were teens, the day after you helped him. It was a day he would never forgot. You were the only girl to not be afraid of him and that moment, you had captured his heart. He was determined to make you his.

His cameras were now on you, in his basement as you screamed and cried. Still tied to the chair thrashing around until the chair fell onto its side. You had fallen asleep from exhaustion and he just watched you sleep. Taking a photo from the wall, one of his favorites, and smiling at it. He kissed the photo before tracing over your face.

"You'll be mine, don't worry. I'll make sure of it." He placed the picture back onto his wall as he sighed and leaned back into his chair. He looked up, photos covering the ceiling. Of course they were much bigger so he could see them, and they were of your most intimate moments. Your lewd faces scattered across his ceiling had his pants feeling tight. But he needed to focus on how to make you his. 

The next day he checked on you, seeing you on your side from the chair falling over and asleep. He crouched next to you, caressing your cheek as you slowly stirred awake. He smiled genuinely at you as you glared at him.

"Let me go." You spat and he chuckled.

"Oh princess. We've got a long life ahead of us. Just give into me. Make me your god. I can give you everything that no one else can! No one will love you as much as I do. Make me, the ruler of your heart and you'll be the ruler of mine." He said, words sounding so convincing but you couldn't let yourself. He was dangerous and cruel. He doesn't know what love is. Right?

Slowly, he got you to trust him, and he could trust you. It had been years since your disappearance and your case with the police grew cold, resulting in closing it. They claimed you as still missing but dead. Your death was never finalized as your parents didn't want to believe it. And it was true, you weren't dead. You were simply with him, living in his home like it was your own. As you truly understood him, you fell for him. How could you not when he treated you like a queen? He cherished you, loved you, praised you. He knew everything about you. It was hard not to fall for him. He just...He was the one for you.

How did this all happen? How could you have fallen in love with your kidnapper? Any sane person would've taken the chance to escape once they earned that trust. But you?

"Go ahead. You want to leave, right? Go back home, reunite your family again? I won't stop you. The door is open for you. These past years were amazing with you, Y/N. I truly mean it when I say that I am madly in love with you. But if you really want to leave just how you begged me all those years ago, you can walk out that door. We can pretend none of this happened. You can even report me to the police if you want to." He said, voice slightly cracking in his words. 

What provoked this? The TV. You two watched a family reuniting on the screen and your small sigh seemed to have triggered him. Slowly, you walked towards the door. He didn't move from his spot, standing right where he was. His back was now facing you as you stood right at the door. Shutting it, tears fell down his cheeks. He thought you left and he was breaking down. He really did love you, but he loved you enough to stop this torture of keeping you locked away. He loved you enough to give your freedom back. A pair of gentle, soft hands cradled his face and he slowly opened his eyes, seeing you still there. Tears in your eyes from the words he said.

"I want to stay here with you. I don't want to be with that family. I want to be with you, with this family." You said as you hugged him tightly. Your words struck him, a deep blush crossing his cheeks, hearts practically in his eyes as he hugged you back tightly. When he pulled away from the hug, your cheeks were just as flushed and your eyes were the same. You both loved each other deeply, even if other people would see it as sick and twisted on how you two came together. But neither of you cared.

"I love you, Y/N L/N." He said.

"I love you, Haruchiyo Sanzu."

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[bomber-grl]

Well… Maybe Not Like The Greeks

Pairing(s): Octavian x Gn!Roman Demigod!Reader

Synopsis: Octavian has gone too far and there’s only so much rose tinted glasses can do to obscure your vision. You finally make a decision.

Word Count: 1,275

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Octavian was beyond help, that much you reluctantly accepted. You loved him, you did, and you knew he reciprocated that love with what might be considered a little obsessive devotion. But you couldn’t deny it any longer: He needed to be stopped.

It was a wonder that you had managed to sneak out of camp, and by extension New Rome, with how uptight the shifts had been lately. You knew if you were found out, Octavian would be beyond pissed, but might as well. The tension around camp was thick with the promise of war, and he was beyond reasoning. No amount of your words—pleas, arguments, even logic—had broken through that thick skull of his. He was set on wiping out Camp Half-Blood before they could strike first, and nothing seemed to be able to change that. The other residents had been suspiciously quiet, almost like a storm waiting to break.

The quiet was eerie, suffocating almost, like a fire waiting to catch. You’d seen the way Octavian had been slipping further into his paranoia, clutching at his visions as though they were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. You could barely recognize him now—he wasn’t the same person that looked forward to seeing you, who tried to win you over with sarcasm. No, now he was a monster through and through, eyes cold, and dead set on bringing about the end of what he deemed a “threat.”

But he was losing his grip on everything, even you. You couldn’t stand by anymore. Something had to give.

You slipped into the night like a shadow, moving quickly and quietly, your breath ragged but steady as you pushed through the outskirts of the camp. You were so close to the borders of New Rome, so close to freedom, when the unmistakable sound of footsteps in the dark made you freeze.

“You think you can leave without me knowing?”

You froze, heart slamming against your ribs. There was no mistaking the voice—the cold, almost chilling tone that sent a shiver straight down your spine. It was him.

“Octavian—” You tried to keep the surprise out of your voice, but it was hard. Damn him for being so perceptive.

His shadow loomed over you, the dim light of the moon illuminating his rigid form. His eyes gleamed with something darker than you had ever seen, his expression a mix of disappointment and... something far worse.

“I knew you wouldn’t understand, but you don’t get to run away from this.” His words were firm, clipped.

“I’m not running away,” you said, voice tight with frustration. “I’m trying to stop you before you make a mistake you’ll regret.”

Octavian didn’t even blink. His lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “A mistake? No, no, no. We can’t afford to be weak, not anymore. They’ll come for us. I’m doing what has to be done. And you, you of all people, should understand that.”

You had been hoping against hope that you could change his mind. But it seemed that hope had long since died in the fire of his resolve. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you roughly with him as he led you toward Apollo’s temple. You were beyond exhausted, both physically and emotionally, but there was no fighting him, not like this.

Inside the temple, the atmosphere shifted. The air grew thick, stifling almost, as if the walls themselves were heavy with the weight of centuries. A strange, almost haunting glow emanated from somewhere beyond sight, and the scent of incense mixed with something faintly sickly. The central altar was littered with old, weathered animal plushies—guts spilling from them, the stuffing leaking like blood from an open wound.

“I need you to understand, y/n,” Octavian’s voice broke through your thoughts. His gaze never left you as he took his place at the altar, his fingers running over the dismembered plushies like he was reading the signs. “This is the only way. I can see it... the future is clear.” His eyes glittered with something that felt far too close to madness. “We have to strike first. Before they wipe us out. Before they destroy everything we’ve worked for.”

“You’re insane,” you breathed, disgust curling in your stomach as you watched his form.

“No. I’m the only one who sees clearly.” His voice was sharp, rising as if he were speaking to an audience. “We’ll wipe out Camp Half-Blood before they even have the chance. We Romans have been at war with the Greeks for centuries—it’s always been this way. It’s always been Roman dominance or nothing.”

“You don’t know that,” you snapped, stepping forward despite the tight grip he had on you. “You’re so set on this vision of yours that you can’t see the truth right in front of you. They’re not all our enemies. You can’t just destroy everyone who doesn’t agree with you.”

His eyes flickered—first confusion, then something far darker. “You’re wrong.” His voice was barely a whisper now, the kind of quiet that made your blood run cold. “I have to do this. They’re dangerous, y/n. And you don’t understand how dangerous they are. They’ve always wanted to tear us apart.”

“You’re wrong.” The words slipped out before you could stop them. “Some of the cohorts... they’re even saying you’re acting like a Greek– Achilles for God's sake. That you’re so obsessed with your vision of the future that you’re blind to anything else. You’re neglecting what could happen, the possible... what ifs, and you’re refusing to see it all because of something so petty”

The moment the words left your lips, everything went silent.

Octavian’s eyes went dark, darker than you had ever seen them. “What did you just say?” His voice was dangerously calm, the air between you thick with fury.

“Octavian, I didn’t mean—”

“You think I’m like that?” He spat, stepping toward you with a wild look in his eyes. “You think I’m like that Greek—that thing Achilles?”

You stepped back, your throat closing. You hadn’t meant to say it, not like that. You hadn’t meant to bring him to this point. But it was too late now.

“You really think you can just walk away from this? That you can leave me behind? You can’t leave. You belong here. And I’m going to show you that you’re wrong about everything. I’m not like Achilles. I will win this war. And if I have to burn everything down to prove it, I will.”

You let out a bitter laugh and turned on your heel, walking straight out of the temple. Octavian didn’t try to stop you, didn’t call after you. And in that silence, you knew exactly that he got the message: I’m done with you.

Another laugh almost escaped you, but it stuck in your throat. Traitor. By morning, that’s what they’d call you. You’d be the one who walked away, who betrayed him. But honestly, you didn’t care anymore.

You had made your choice. And so had he.

As you stepped into the cool night, the weight of everything felt heavy in your chest. The camp would talk, sure—there would be whispers, and accusations. But it didn’t matter. Octavian’s war wasn’t about protecting anyone, it was all about himself. And that wasn’t something you could stand by anymore. Not when it meant losing yourself in the process.

You walked farther away from New Rome, from him, and with each step, you felt a little lighter. It was over. No going back.

But no matter what came next, you weren’t going to let his madness pull you down with him.

[merymoonbeam]

Truth-Teller's Scabbard

Just some quotes and me obsessing over where the name come from.

But the second male, the more classically beautiful of the two … Even the light shied from the elegant planes of his face. With good reason. Beautiful, but near-unreadable. He’d be the one to look out for—the knife in the dark. Indeed, an obsidian-hilted hunting knife was sheathed at his thigh, its dark scabbard embossed with a line of silver runes I’d never seen before (acomaf)

Azriel’s knife was out, balanced on a knee. Truth-Teller— the name stamped in silver Illyrian runes on the scabbard. He’d already learned that the Attor and a few others had been stationed on the outskirts of the Illyrian territory. I was half tempted to dump the Attor in one of the war-camps and see what the Illyrians did to it. (acomaf- rhys' mind)

Elain’s eyes widened at the obsidian-hilted blade in Azriel’s scarred hand. The runes on the dark scabbard. “It has never failed me once,” the shadowsinger said, the midday sun devoured by the dark blade. “Some people say it is magic and will always strike true.” He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.” (acowar)

Az ran a thumb down Truth-Teller’s black hilt, the silver runes on the dark scabbard shimmering in the light. “What about the human queens?” (acofas)

It is said to be carved in illyrian runes...so who carved them there? Why "Truth-teller"? What truth it tells? Bc so far in the story it didn't do anything that leads to a truth reveal? Or it did? Elriel tt scene? It was the bridge between them? Is it telling us the "truth" about elain and azriel?

But still...who carved those runes there? Enalius?

My father had never shown himself to be giving—long had he kept Gwydion and never once offered it to my mother. The dagger that had belonged to his dear friend, slain during the war, hung at his side, unused. But not for long.

The Asteri’s eyes flared with recognition at the long blade. “Did Fionn send you, then? To slay me in my sleep? Or was it that traitor Enalius? I see that you bear his dagger—as his emissary? Or his assassin?”

He was the first wielder of it so did he carve them there? But why? Does it have something to do with ramiel? Because Gwydion was made on top of ramiel and they are twin blades...so tt is also connected to ramiel. So...maybe we need to take it there.

The snows around Ramiel parted, revealing a massive bowl of iron at the foot of the monolith. Even through the vision, its presence leaked into the world, a heavy, ominous thing.(Hofas)

Another shift of memory, and Fionn pulled a long blade from the Cauldron, dripping water. A black blade, whose dark metal absorbed any trace of light around it. Bryce’s knees weakened. (hofas)

The only other truth name we have was about a location—a room. Dusk's truth. Is it going to be another location? A room? Maybe it is under ramiel like that dusk room was under Asteri's palace. But what truth is it going to reveal?

And "it will always strike true" as Azriel said it ...maybe it is not a magical word about the blade but actually strike through a truth...truth teller...strike the truth??!?! Like Bryce did with TT and gwydion in those caves under Avallen??

Bryce peered down at the eight-pointed star in the center of the room. The two strange slits in the points. One small, one larger. She looked at the weapons in her hands: a small dagger, and a large sword. They’d fit right into the slits in the floor, like keys in a lock.(Hofas)

Maybe we have to do the same...so strike the truth. (I dont even know lmfaooo)

also interesting myth connection...In athurian legends excalibur has a scabbard that is important.(I went into detail in this post about the connection of gwydion and tt to excalibur)

In the Post-Vulgate version, used in Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur for the second Excalibur, the sword's scabbard is also said to have powers of its own, as any wounds received while wearing it would not bleed at all, thus preventing the wearer from ever bleeding to death in battle. For this reason, Merlin chides Arthur for preferring Excalibur over its sheath, saying that the latter is the greater treasure.

And it is actually stolen from Arthur by Morgana.

The scabbard is, however, soon stolen from Arthur by his half-sister Morgan le Fay in revenge for the death of her beloved Accolon, he having been slain by Arthur with Excalibur in a duel involving a false Excalibur (Morgan also secretly makes at least one duplicate of Excalibur during the time when the sword is entrusted to her by Arthur earlier in the different French, Iberian and English variants of that story). During Morgan's flight from the pursuit by Arthur, the sheath is then thrown by her into a deep lake and lost. This act later enables the death of Arthur, deprived of its magical protection, many years later in his final battle. In Malory's telling, the scabbard is never found again. In the Post-Vulgate, however, it is recovered and claimed by another fay, Marsique, who then briefly gives it to Gawain to help him fight Naborn the Enchanter (a Mabon figure).[32]

So it is stolen by morgana...and thrown into a deep lake and it is lost. And this leads to Arthur's death in his last battle bc he doesn't have the scabbard anymore to stop him from bleeding...

Ngl there is a pretty sus person who was very interested in Truth-teller in acosf...IDK...if you know you know...........

So thats it...thanks for reading 🫡🩷

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