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fairyysoup · 27 days ago

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the devil i know

chapter nine: need your body when my fire's cold

(repost)

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pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: With the full moon tomorrow, you're feeling a little more pent up than usual. Perfect time for your ex to reappear.

cw: explicit, smut, monsterfucking!!, 🚨reader has gone into heat🚨, oral (f receiving), piv sex, bondage with a paranormal twist, (being gagged and bound by snake tattoos that are telepathically controlled by a demon), magic, possessive behavior, past abusive relationship, attempted assault/murder, death threats, animal death mention, being held at gunpoint, immortal character(s) get shot but it's ok, gore, blood (lots of it in fact), minor character death, trauma, panic attacks, dead dove: do not eat

please check masterlist and individual parts for content warnings before reading. this fic contains dark themes. your media consumption is your own responsibility.

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The day before the full moon, you start to feel feverish.

And not just a normal, regular fever either. Everything feels hot and pulsing, like your body is filled with some unseen electricity that’s surging through you, lighting your nerves on fire. It’s been torturing you all day. All through your shift at the diner, all through the long, grueling hours that it has taken for you to get home. Waves of heat rushing through your body, drenching you from your head to your toes in sweat.

You wondered, at first, if Eddie was possessing you again, but it felt like your body answered that question for you– with a gush of arousal between your legs at the mere thought of him, soaking your panties. You didn’t hear his voice in your head, didn’t feel any sort of weird jerking of your limbs or touches on your skin that shouldn’t have been there. He isn’t possessing you.

You wondered if, maybe, you were somehow channeling that same strange magic again– the kind that he showed you how to use, to transform a water glass into a flower vase. That had felt so concentrated, though, in one area of your body. This is an all over ache, an all over fever. It doesn’t feel like the magic that you’ve used so far.

So… why are you feeling like this?

You considered calling out of work sick, but when you got to the diner and you looked around you, absolutely no one seemed enticing. Like your body was recoiling from anyone else, you physically shuddered at the prospect of anyone touching you but Eddie.

Which would normally be fine, except your body is going insane. Heat below the surface of your skin makes you perspire. The moon hangs overhead, bright white in the sky and looming like it sees you, and knows what you’re going to do tomorrow night.

How you’re going to give yourself over to Eddie, fully. Completely. More than you even have yet– if you can count it, it’ll be the first time you two honestly fuck, and you can’t contain yourself at the thought. Your skin flames, your heart pounds. You feel like climbing up the walls. You’re excited and you’re nervous, and just thinking about the prospect makes… whatever’s happening to your body ruin yet another pair of your underwear.

When you get home again, you run a cold bath. You tear at your clothes as you go, moving through your apartment. Dante is nowhere to be found, somewhere off in the aether doing his hellhound business again. You’re getting used to him coming and going just as often as his previous owner does.

When you sink into a cold bath, it’s like heaven on your overheated skin. You don’t know if this is technically good for you– you wonder if your body can handle this elevated temperature. Considering you can make coffee boil with your touch and telepathically transform glassware, you’re having trouble telling what’s within the realm of possibility, these days.

Inevitably, your thoughts turn to Eddie. Where he is, what he’s doing. If he’s feeling the same thing that you are, this infernal heat that’s taking over your body and making it difficult to focus on anything other than the thought of him.

Your wandering fingers dance over your wet skin and you dream that they could be his, and it’s bad enough that you’re wanting him so much you can practically taste it. But you still haven’t quite faced the realization that started nagging at you just days ago.

You love him.

This was not the plan. Ideally, you figure you would have fucked the demon on the obligatory days once a month, and otherwise you would have gone about your life, business as usual. But you guess that making a deal with a demon doesn’t exactly lend itself to business as usual. And you sure as hell didn’t expect your demon to be so… so perfect.

Perfect for you. A fucking nerd with a heart of gold, even if he does keep running around trying to maim people who hurt you. He’s adorable, he has a sense of humor. He brought you an entire garden’s worth of flowers– they’re still on your counter, miraculously still fresh nearly a week later, half of them stuffed in the vase that he helped you create before he put you back to bed. Tucked you in and kissed your forehead and then fucked off like he knew he’d made you cranky.

You think you’d do anything for him, if he asked.

If a deal with a demon is something like a marriage– and your deal includes the stipulation of sex– wouldn’t it make sense for you to fall for him? Isn’t this all just a stereotypical marriage of convenience trope wrapped up in a little supernatural bow?

Whatever the reason, rational or no, you’re falling for him. That pyroclastic flow of his that you’d sworn would burn you alive when you first met him to make the deal– it's caught you, and it’s completely decimating you. Covering you in ash and boiling your blood. You can hear it roaring in your ears.

…Actually, that’s just you boiling your bath water.

“Shit.”

You leap up, splashing water across the floor. The paint on the sides of the tub is bubbling up and peeling with the heat of the water as it rolls like a jacuzzi and threatens to spill over. You’ve been boiling it as you lay in it, thinking about you and your little demon problem.

Well, that’s the first time you’ve ever managed to do that. So much for cooling off.

You wrap yourself in a towel, and you hope that you won’t manage to set that on fire, or something. Eddie’s mark on your arm twinges, pulsing beneath your skin. You need to calm down, before you manage to burn the fucking house down.

As you pull on a thin nightshirt– something breathable, which hopefully won’t make you sweat too much in your sleep– there’s a knock at your door. You drag your hands down your face and heave a long, extended sigh. You just want to sleep. You just want to wait out the day tomorrow until you have to meet Eddie at the crossroads, and then…

And then you hope for some kind of relief to your frustration.

There’s another knock, more forceful this time. You press the heels of your palms into your eyes, and steel yourself to go answer the door. Whoever the fuck is bothering you at eight o’clock in the evening better have a good fucking reason.

As you cross your living room to the door, there’s a scuffling from the direction of the couch, and then Dante emerges from the darkness. At first as a shadow, and then he materializes into his full Rottweiler self, and barks. Very, very loudly.

“Dante!” you yelp, trying to shuffle toward the door as the dog jumps at you, barking and trying to bite at the bottom of your nightshirt. “Baby, I know, I’m happy to see you too, but I gotta get the d–”

The door is knocked open just as soon as you unlock it, throwing you back and onto the floor. Dante skids toward the door, snarling, growling and baring his teeth at whoever it is.

“Andy?” You look up to find your ex closing the door behind him. “I thought you were– what are you doing here?”

“Look at what you did to me, you bitch,” Andy snaps, and turns toward you.

You’re a little too distracted to do what he says, though, considering he’s pointing a gun in your face.

Adrenaline cuts through your body like a knife, making your limbs tremble. You can hear Dante barking, distantly, like from underwater. You feel nauseous, a roiling in your gut about to spring forth. Ohhh, this is a bad time to be having a panic attack. “Andy, I don’t know what you’re–”

“Look at what you did to me!” Andy’s shouting makes you tear your eyes fearfully away from the gun. You don’t want to look at his face, but you do. You do, and it makes your stomach lurch even worse– because only half of it is there anymore.

The cops who came to the scene said that Andy had sustained third degree burns, but they didn’t say where. You figured they were probably on his arms, maybe his chest and his legs, since he was reaching for the car door. You didn’t know that half his face had been taken off with it. Clearly, his time in the ICU hasn’t been enough for the wounds to heal properly; the skin is still blistered and oozing in places. His nose a burnt nub, his lips curled back from his teeth in a permanent smile that makes him resemble the phantom of the opera.

Okay. This is really bad. You’ve never tried calling for Eddie before, and you don’t know how to consciously do it– you’ve just done it on accident a few times, and he’s answered. You hope that he answers now.

Eddie. I really really need your help right now. Please.

“Shut that fucking dog up before I put a bullet in it,” Andy snarls, gesturing to Dante with the gun.

“Dante,” you whisper desperately, reaching for the angry, over-protective Rottweiler. “Down. Down, baby, it’s okay.”

Dante backs off, but only a bit.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK.

“You should be in the hospital,” you tell Andy, for lack of anything else to say. You can’t even begin to understand why he’s out, looking the way that he is. He shouldn’t be walking, shouldn’t be talking with the amount of damage he’s taken.

Andy shakes his head. It makes a disgustingly wet clicking sound, and you wonder if somehow, some way, he’s been magicked out of there by your paranormal circumstances. Wouldn’t it just be the comeuppance you deserve? You wonder if tonight is the full moon, and you miscalculated the timing of the ritual. Have you unintentionally sealed your fate? Not held up your end of the bargain?

“I left,” Andy tells you, and his voice is grating and rough with the damage his throat has taken. “As soon as I woke up– couldn’t let you get away with it. Fuckin’ witch.”

You knew Andy to be a hypocrite, sure. He roped you in by claiming to hate the bigots in town who harassed you. He would talk shit about church and about religion, and he could honestly give a fuck about scripture. You’re not sure that he’s ever actually picked up a bible. But then, he could also be known to break up dinners and conversations with the same vapid evangelical rhetoric. “Prepare to meet Jesus your Maker, my friend, because the end of the world is coming in three weeks! Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife… or girlfriend, or whatever.”

It took a while for these moments to really pile up– a few too many dinners and gatherings embarrassingly ruined until it was too much to laugh off as a joke– and ultimately it was what spurred you to finally try to “end” the relationship. This was all, usually, a way of peacocking and showing off his supposed “piety” to the other people in town. Always on a high-horse about something. Usually it stemmed from his intolerance of other people’s idiosyncrasies. But you wouldn’t have expected him to fall into the hunt-the-witch category.

“I didn’t do anything to you,” you retort, starting to scoot backwards on your hands, slithering slowly away from the gun in your face. Eddie’s mark on your wrist throbs, your hands heating up and beginning to scorch the floorboards you crawl across.

“I know that you did.” He shakes the gun, as though it’s going to get his point across further. “I know– I know you fucking did something. Black magic or some– some demonic shit! I felt it! Look at my fucking arm!”

Andy brandishes the arm that you grabbed, when he tried to cut into Eddie’s mark on your wrist. The welt is still angry and red, the clear imprint of your hand raised on his skin.

“You did this to me,” Andy repeats, looking more and more crazed. His blue eyes are wide and flashing angrily as he gestures with his gun. “You fucking cursed me, you marked me with your– your Devil’s mark! I’m gonna make you take it back, put things right. Take it back or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Dante leaps forward again at the jerk of Andy’s gun, putting himself between you and the weapon.

You shake your head, trying to figure out how to calm Andy down, or disarm him. You’re a witch, right? You’re a witch, and you have some kind of crazy power in you– you can transform objects with your mind. It can’t be so hard to just… turn the gun into a rubber chicken. Right?

Rubber chicken, rubber chicken. You can’t focus well enough. Dante is still barking, baring his teeth and growling at Andy. “I don’t know why your car exploded–”

“SHUT THAT FUCKING DOG UP!” Andy roars, and before you can even tell Dante not to, the hellhound’s eyes glow red and he springs for Andy’s legs.

You scream as the gun goes off, your heart plummeting into your stomach. A sob escapes you, tears pricking at your eyes and flowing over onto your cheeks. For a second, you fear that Andy has killed yet another dog in front of you, that you’ll have to bury Dante beside Lacey in the woods. In your panic, you somehow forget that Dante isn’t from your world, and a spirit can’t be killed twice.

You leap forward to grab at Dante, to hold him if he’s been hurt– but Dante isn’t even fazed. The bullet passes through the dog’s body, bounces off the floor and ricochets off into the living room somewhere. He sinks his teeth into Andy’s thigh, tearing into the flesh without remorse. He bears down, snarling, blood spurting from the wound and beginning to drip onto the floor.

Andy howls, and kicks his leg until he’s able to fling Dante off. Dante skids across the floor, and comes to a stop just in front of a pair of black boots, materializing out of the darkness.

A hand drops down, fingers clad with chunky silver rings, and pets the growling hellhound’s blood covered head.

“Good boy,” Eddie murmurs, just as his form solidifies from the shadows. He lifts his hand and sucks the blood from his finger, gazing up through his bangs at Andy.

“Eddie.” Just one look at him, and warmth floods your system. You go to stand and throw yourself at him, but Andy points his gun at you again. He isn’t looking very good– cringing and clutching at his wounded leg, the hand with the gun shaking as he holds it towards you.

“This is your little fucking boyfriend?” He tries to sound intimidating, but his voice wobbles as Eddie lifts himself to his full height, fixing him with an unblinking stare.

Little. Right.

“Sure am.” Eddie tilts his head. “And you’re a piece of shit who’s had too many second chances.”

You watch as Eddie steps forward, and the gun swivels toward him. Andy shouts, “DON’T MOVE! I’ll shoot you, motherfucker!”

“Shoot me while you’re talking, it’ll save time.” Eddie pauses, and bends down to take your burning hand. He gingerly wraps his arm around you and lifts you up easily, like you weigh nothing.

You stand on shaky legs, squeezing his hand as Eddie presses his lips to your feverish forehead. Relief spreads from his kiss like the antidote to a poison, calming your panicked mind and urging your tense muscles to relax. Sniffling, your voice is sticky with tears when you whisper, “I called you.”

“I know,” Eddie says apologetically, wiping your tears away with his clean hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take so lo–”

“Aww aren’t you two just so fucking cute,” Andy sneers, interrupting him. “Guess I’ll just have to kill both of you. I bet you’re just as into that devil shit as she is. Couple of fucking freaks, the both of you.”

Eddie scowls, turning his head to glare at Andy. He squeezes your hand, guiding you to hold onto the counter before he lets you go. “You’re so right. We’re perfect for each other. He doesn’t even know how right he is, does he?”

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out– you’re just sort of staring, dumbfounded, as Eddie turns to advance towards Andy.

The gun fires three times, and Eddie stops in place. He puffs out his cheeks and groans, turning toward you with his hands on his hips. Wide-eyed, Eddie looks at you with a perturbed expression. “He shot me.”

Three bullet holes litter his chest, ripped into the fabric of his Metallica t-shirt. There’s no blood that you can see, but the bullets force their way out of his skin, dropping to the ground with a quiet plink, plink, plink.

You blink, and you set your jaw. Beyond the fear, and the tears, your mind burns with malice. “He did.”

“What the fuck?” Andy, looking afraid all of a sudden, like he only just realized that he’s in over his head, starts backing away. “What– what the hell is happening–”

“What, what, what?” Eddie hisses mockingly, his black eyes flashing with amber sparks. He bites his lip as he gazes at you. “I should show him, right?”

Show him…? You don’t even care what Eddie’s suggesting, really. You’re just beyond mad and vibrating with it– nerves and anger and searing infernal heat that’s starting to sizzle the very sweat on your skin, the longer you look at your demon.

You nod at Eddie. “Do it, baby.”

Eddie grins. His eyes catch fire as he turns back to Andy, and grabs him by his throat, lifting him into the air with one bloody hand. “Oh, you really shouldn’t have done that, buddy. Now you’ve made her mad. And I do whatever she wants.”

You watch as his shirt and jacket melt away, baring his chest and a pair of broad, pale shoulders that are covered in the faded scar tissue and tattoos, creeping up onto his neck. The tattoos swirl and move on his skin, like they’re alive– snakes curling and slithering up each arm, bat wings wiggle like they want to pop out of the skin and take flight. Skulls scream and laugh, spiders crawl. There are so many it’s like a second skin, almost as if he carries the entirety of Hell on his body.

His hands grow long claws, his head a pair of horns. And then, just like you thought they would, the wings unfurl. Enormous, they extend from his back, inky black and pointed. Taking up what little space there is in your entryway.

Your breath stutters in your chest, realizing that this is what Eddie’s true form is. The one that he said you wouldn’t like, if you saw it.

He was very very wrong about that.

Andy kicks, his blistered skin oozing at the pressure of Eddie’s hand squeezing him, and he howls at the sudden contact. Dropping the gun so that he can grab at Eddie’s arm, he gurgles, “What the hell are you?”

Eddie’s eyes burn as red as the blood on his hands when he bares his fangs. “The Devil.”

Oh. His voice. It has that same deep cadence, but it sounds smoky, almost rumbling directly from his throat rather than out of his mouth. It sends another wave of heat through your body, the same kind that boiled your bathwater and burned the shape of your hands into your floorboards.

There’s a swelling in your head and in your chest that’s starting to creep down into your stomach. A vibrating in your bones that you feel will split you apart. You groan quietly, clutching your middle.

Eddie unhinges his jaw. All the way, his mouth practically splits his face in half to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth that shouldn’t realistically fit there. His long, forked tongue extends to lick Andy’s burned flesh, roaring at him as Andy shrieks. Eddie pulls Andy close, as though he means to swallow him whole.

But a wet crackling noise rips through the room, and then Andy explodes.

He bursts like a water balloon, splattering blood and bits of flesh all over the walls, all over Eddie, all over you. You stand tensely, open mouthed and with your shoulders pulled to your ears as it rains down from the ceiling, splashing onto your floor. In the silence afterwards, you hear Dante stop growling and start gnawing on a piece of Andy’s flesh that dropped to the floor beside him.

Eddie’s jaw closes and melts back into his normal face, his wings closing and retreating into a tattoo on his back. He blinks, stunned, and then turns his head and looks at you in shock. He raises his eyebrows, his face completely, comically red to match the color of the volcanic flames in his eyes. A piece of torn flesh hangs in his hair.

And that sick feeling you’d been having is suddenly fucking gone.

“Did–” You stop, smacking your lips as metallic blood oozes into your mouth. Your hands are clenched, held up by your face like you’re trying to shield yourself from it. Not that it’s helping. “Did I do that?”

Eddie nods slowly, an incredulous grin spreading across his face. He starts to laugh.

You shake your head, clapping your bloody hands over your mouth. It makes a wet slapping noise. “No– Eddie, don’t fuck with me right now–”

“Sweetheart… You blew him to smithereens!” Eddie cackles, rushing forward to wrap his arms around you. You squeal as he lifts you, jumping up and down with you like you just won first prize. “That was so fucking metal! Holy shit!”

You grab onto him with shaking hands, pressing your face into his neck. His bare skin is warm and slick, his scars bumpy against your cheek. “I thought I was just having a panic attack…”

Your demon, your self-proclaimed boyfriend, giggles like a child on Christmas and twirls you around. “That’s what he gets! That’s what anyone fucking gets for messing with my baby…”

“I was just so angry,” you tell him shakily, clutching to him like a lifeline. “He fucking shot you and he shot Dante and I– I just wanted him gone.”

“Well, he’s gone now.” Eddie snickers, pressing his blood soaked forehead against yours. “He’s gone now, you fucked him up so bad. Attagirl.”

You hold Eddie’s face and kiss him earnestly, fiercely, with everything you have in you. He grunts, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you flush against him, kicking up a squelching wet noise that would throw you off if you were thinking clearly. That same heat that’s been bothering you all day blasts forth, setting you aflame. A beast howls in your chest, snarling and vying for his attention.

“I just wanted to protect you, Eddie,” you tell him between frantic kisses. “You’re mine. No one touches what’s mine.”

He takes a slow breath and releases it with a warm purr deep in his chest. Your hand strokes his cheek and he nuzzles into it, his glowing eyes fluttering shut, and you feel an inordinate amount of pride welling up inside you.

You’re holding a demon in your hands– a real, actual demon– and he’s purring like a kitten over it. He has claws that could kill you with a single swipe, fangs that could tear flesh from bone, power beyond believability, and he’s yours.

Your kisses turn heated and deep. You scratch your nails down his chest toward his belt, pressing yourself further against him. Eddie chuckles against your lips.

“You know, you have a habit of trying to fuck me whenever Andy gets blown up,” Eddie points out, pulling back just slightly with a lopsided grin. “Should do it more often.”

“God, I’ve been so horny for you all day,” you hiccup, already frustrated as your fingers slip across the metal, fumbling and awkward as you try to undo it quickly. “I don’t know what it is, I feel like I’m gonna explode if I don’t have you right now.”

“You want me like this?” Eddie asks. Even though his voice is deep and sultry, there’s a touch of insecurity in it. “I know I’m not much to look at, sweetheart.”

You shake your head. “You’re gorgeous. You’re so gorgeous, Eddie, you don’t even know.” Your voice is coming out breathy, near panting as you lay kisses to his lips and cheeks, tasting Andy’s blood in your mouth.

The heat of your own body matches Eddie’s to the point that his skin– which always feels too hot, almost to the point of burning– feels normal to you. It makes your mind reel, and you don’t have to steel yourself before pressing your body against him, grasping him in your hands. His flesh is damp and sticky, and his hair still drips with blood; none of it makes a difference to you.

He yanks you against him, his claws tearing into the threadbare fabric of your nightshirt. He nearly snickers at it. It’s barely covering you as it is, all your curves and edges on display as the wet cotton clings to your body. With one sharp tug, the shirt rips and falls away from your chest.

You moan when his tongue gently glides along your shoulder and up the side of your throat, collecting the blood on your skin. Your cunt throbs with desire and your own blood boils with a need you haven’t felt before.

“So fucking cute,” Eddie coos in your ear, somewhere between chastising and affectionate. “Just can’t wait for it, can you? Gotta get all impatient with me the night before the full moon?”

“Yes, Eddie.” Your voice sounds pathetic. Whining, practically crying for it when you’ve got him so close, and his tongue on your bare skin is enough to give you a head rush. You think the touch of it ought to melt you to your core.

Well. Something’s melting in your core, anyway. And Eddie’s all too aware of it; he slides two thick fingers between your legs, urging your thighs apart just barely so that he can stroke you where you want it. He hisses through his teeth, his fingers coming back dripping with arousal and blood that isn’t even yours.

“I should make you wait,” he murmurs as he stares down into your eyes.

You can already feel yourself shaking your head, your hands grabbing for him desperately. It’s ridiculous– just the thought of him leaving you like this has you near tears. “No, please–”

“I said I should,” he tells you as he licks his fingers in front of you; a forked tongue flickering over the digits before disappearing again. “Not that I will.”

You heave a relieved sigh, a noise of contentment as he presses a chaste kiss to your jaw.

“You’re gonna wish that I did, though.”

“Eddie, what– HOH FUCK!”

You screech as Eddie manhandles you down onto the floor. Puddles of blood squelch beneath your body as you come in contact with the wood, flopping onto your back as he kneels and crawls over you like some kind of predator.

You hum. “You know, we tend to fuck in my kitchen a lot–”

Eddie shushes you. A tattoo of a snake slithering along his forearm leaps out of his skin, forming into a 3D image. Before you can even comprehend it, the snake circles your head and slithers its way into your mouth.

You make a noise of surprise. The snake doesn’t delve too far, just enough to gag you. It tastes like blood and Eddie’s skin. Discreetly smoky and laced with salt.

“Whose fault is that?” Eddie asks, dipping his head to lick a long trail up the center of your stomach, the two appendages of his forked tongue tickling your skin and making you squirm. “Be a good girl and lay still for me.”

You grunt, scowling down at him. Eddie snickers– even with all his skeletons out of the closet and his magic surrounding you, you still behave like such a little brat. He moves slowly, dragging his nose up your torso, and letting his breath billow across your oversensitive skin. His arms cage you in, his knee slotting between your legs until the damp fabric of his jeans just barely brushes the lips of your pussy.

You whimper, bucking your hips instinctively towards that contact. He jerks it away just as quickly; the snake in your mouth, made of his own flesh, inches forward until you just barely gag on the intrusion.

“Sweet little thing,” Eddie purrs as he stalks up your body, his tongue flicking out to lick the blood from your breasts. He groans in the back of his throat, almost as if he’s savoring the taste of it. The fact that it’s also driving you insane, the slippery and hot caress against an erogenous zone, is just a happy byproduct. “You forget that I have all the time in the universe. I can do this until the end of time, if I want.”

You’re dizzy with arousal, oversensitized from every point of contact he’s giving you. You want to tell him that you’d fucking love it if he did keep you here forever, but all you’re able to do is moan around the writhing extension of him in your mouth.

He takes his fucking time licking the blood from your skin, his inordinately long tongue dancing between your breasts and over your stomach, until you swear that he’s going to try to clean you entirely. But he stops just over your pelvis, and his tongue just barely flutters over your clit.

You scream. Your hips jump, back arching at the sudden touch, while your toes are curling and all your muscles are drawn up tight and aching.

“I know, baby,” Eddie murmurs softly. He tuts, his mouth dragging so softly over the skin of your pelvis that it makes your hips jump, and you bite down on the snake in your mouth just as he bites down on the plush of your thigh.

To offset his gentle voice, another snake leaps from his arm and latches around your waist, pinning you to the floor. You whine brokenly, just a sob around the one in your mouth, as you feel two more slithering along your skin and winding around your legs to pull them open.

“You’re intoxicating,” Eddie sighs, just watching as you lay there, pinned down with the extensions of his body that he controls as easily as his own hands. Your hands still scratch along the floor, lifting to grab onto something of his.

Eddie gives you his own hands; he laces his fingers with yours, sticky blood gluing them together.

You squeeze his hands when his tongue glides through the lips of your cunt, sweeping over the soft, hypersensitive flesh. Something about him finally touching you after you’ve been starving for it all day, and the exposing position you’re in, splayed open and unable to move, makes it easy to give up control.

The sounds coming from your throat are sharp and quick, mingling with the noises of Eddie below, of the snakes hissing along your skin. He clamps his lips around your clit and sucks, as the tendrils of smoke and metaphysical matter that make up the snakes on your skin morph and change into hands– many many hands that caress you and grab you everywhere. Your breasts, your arms, your legs. A palm on your chin, forcing your head back so you can’t look, only feel.

With a moan, you rock your hips against Eddie’s face as best you can, given the circumstances. There’s so much happening, you barely even notice when your orgasm hits, and by that time you’re completely unable to stop it. You cry out around two rough fingers, shoved deep into your mouth to replace the snake that had been gagging you, as you squeeze at the two hands pinning your own against the floor.

When the hand in your mouth disappears, you’re panting. Gasping for breath, punctuated with little moans that don’t stop, because Eddie doesn’t stop. He keeps lapping up the arousal that drips from your swollen pussy, letting his tongue prod into your entrance like he means to fuck you with it again– knowing how well that went over last time, you don’t doubt that he would try, just to extend the torture.

Just to remind you that he could do this forever.

But he pulls away and sits up, and finally looks down at you, shaking on the floor. A smirk adorns his bloody, glistening face. “You still want more, princess?”

You nod with all the strength you have, reaching for him.

You should have known that, after watching him morph into half a dozen different shapes and sizes, he wouldn’t have to undress himself. It still doesn’t make it any less surprising to you when his pants just fucking melt out of existence, like it’s all just made of smoke.

“Couldn’t have done that when I was fucking with that goddamn belt buckle?” you grumble, finally finding your voice.

His eyebrows jump, a gorgeous grin spreading across his face. So much like the first one he ever gave you, there at the crossroads– brilliant, sharp teeth and dimples and sparkling eyes. Something that you’d kill to see every day for the rest of your life and beyond it.

“You’re… you’re impossible,” he giggles, crawling up your body to plant a wet kiss on your lips, tasting of metallic blood and salt and sweet smoke. Everything that you know and love about him is wrapped into one kiss.

Your hands come up to cradle his face, deepening the kiss until your teeth clash and you suck desperately on his tongue. He hums, dropping his hips to yours. The slick glide of his cock through your folds is so reminiscent of the dream he’d superimposed himself into, but this time it’s real, and it’s so much better. Hotter and wetter than you’d expected, kicking up an enormously loud, slick sound, echoing the slippery blood you roll around in. Your mouth drops open in a gasp, clinging to him as he grinds against you.

“This what you want?” Eddie’s voice wavers, a soft groan in his throat slipping out at the end. He huffs, dropping his forehead to rest against yours. “Fuck, tell me you want it, sweetheart. Need to hear you say it.”

He sounds just as broken as you. Maybe just holding on by a thread, but it’s just so thin. You can’t help the mess that it makes of you, your pussy drenching him the more he rocks against you. The sound of his voice crackling, the low and smoky demonic tone of it giving way to weakness at the feeling of your body against him, is so profoundly erotic.

You try to answer him. You do. But between the slow grind of his cock against your clit and his broad hand wrapping around your throat, all you manage to do is allow yourself to moan into his face.

Eddie tightens his hold on your throat just a touch. He spits, and a drop of his saliva hits your waiting tongue. He growls, “Tell me.”

You sob, your fingers tangling in his hair as you try desperately to rock against him. “Pleasepleaseplease– Eddie, I want it. W-want you so bad all the time, oh my god–”

“No god here, baby,” Eddie tells you heatedly, the smoldering lava pools of his eyes boring into yours. “Just me.”

He splits you open slowly, like after all of this terror and bloodshed, he’s afraid you might break. His cock slides thick through your walls, stretching you until you swear you can’t take any more and melting you from the inside out.

It’s blinding, searing bliss and agony all at once. He glides in so smoothly, because you’re practically fucking drowning him with your want.

He draws out even slower, letting you feel every ridge and vein as it moves through you, making your toes curl, your chest burn. Your clit throbs hard like it’s feeling neglected, but you can’t muster the ability to do anything about it.

You’re a whimpering mess. Watery-eyed and half insane with how much lust is flowing through you. You aren’t even aware that you’re babbling and whining until Eddie tucks his thumb between your lips.

“Shhh.” He guides your head back and forth, shaking it from side to side gently as you stare tearfully up at him. “No whining.”

You pretty much do the exact opposite. You want him to go faster. You want him to go deeper. You want him, you want him.

Eddie thrusts the rest of the way in, like he read your mind. You’re almost sure that he did, or is. He must be. It’s the only explanation for how he’s able to give you everything you want, exactly when you want it. You think you want his hands in your mouth, he gives them to you. You want him to fuck you harder, he does.

The force of your cry makes it ring sharply around the room, magnified by the wetness on the walls and floor. Your back slips through puddles of blood on the hardwood. It’s frankly disgusting, and yet…

“Ohhh you’re such a fucking freak for liking this, baby,” Eddie chides, confirming that yes, he can hear your thoughts. He sees every one of them, like he’s inside your own head, and it makes you burn for him even worse. He grins down at you as he jolts you along the floor with another thrust. “I love it. Y’so fucking perfect for me.”

Your hands grip his shoulders, nails biting into hot skin and pulling him down until his chest is flush with yours. “Whose– whose fault is tha– huhh!”

His hips rock backwards and roll into yours so fluidly that it astounds you with its grace. There’s always going to be two sides to him– smooth and rough. Sharp and soft. Juxtaposed and yet complementary.

“You feel so good,” you whimper softly, your voice coming out small and feeble.

“And you feel like heaven,” he whispers hoarsely, his nose nudging against yours. “Closest I’ll ever be to it.”

You arch your head back, exposing your neck to him as you cry out toward the ceiling. There’s nothing in your head except him– he’s managed to take the rest of your world and shrink it down until he takes up the brunt of it.

Eddie chuckles, like he knows. He knows what he’s doing, knows that each stroke of his cock is just stoking the fire that burns under your skin. His cock dragging slow and purposefully through your cunt, hitting that spot deep inside that makes you scream with pleasure. His tongue on your exposed neck, his claws digging into your thighs hard enough to draw blood.

Not that you need any more of it.

“That’s right,” Eddie croons as you moan loudly, dragging his mouth along the curve of your throat, lingering over your shoulder. “Let me hear you, little witch.”

Your body tenses and you tighten down around him, letting out a long amalgamation of noises that you’d been holding back. You’re starting to forget where you end and he begins, like the longer this goes on the more you start to fade into him like a shadow.

Eddie tucks his face into your shoulder and whispers something you don’t quite catch. You’re dizzy and your pussy pulses angrily in warning. Your mounting orgasm feels devastating already, like you’re on the brink of being torn apart.

“Mmm, getting close, isn’t it?” Eddie muses, and he sounds far away, like he’s talking to you from underwater. His voice is soft and sinful, exactly what you think it should be. “I can feel it, baby. Dirty little girl just loves getting fucked by a demon, doesn’t she?”

“Eddie, please–” you cut yourself off with a gasp when his thumb touches your clit, and you convulse once like you’re about to have a fit.

There’s a snicker in his voice, but you don’t miss the soft staccato breaths that he takes when you tighten around him again. “What, y-you wanna hear how– how wet you are? Fuckin’ drenching me, baby, it’s so fucking good–”

You sob, grabbing at him and smacking at his shoulders like that’ll get your point across.

He chuckles again, and his voice is absolutely wretched when he rasps, “If only Andy could see you now, huh?”

His words knock you directly into your orgasm, which was… much closer than you both realized, apparently. You clench down around his cock and your hips jump up, rocking desperately against him like he isn’t giving it to you exactly how you want it, already.

Eddie’s breath catches, going silent for a second before he groans loudly into the crook of your neck. “Good girl, such a good fucking girl for me, holy shit–”

The break in his voice simply kills you, dead. You cum around him hard, while his thumb continues to circle your clit in slow, gentle circles. So much gentler than you imagined he would be. Soft to offset the sharpness of his claws.

Or the sharpness of his teeth, rather, because he gives you one ragged moan into your overheated skin before he’s sinking his fangs into it. The sting is only as intense as the second wave of your orgasm, which sends sparks and shockwaves through you so hard that you swear you actually are burning alive beneath him.

Eddie cums for a long time. He keeps moving through it, slowly pumping into you and drinking your blood like it’s a means to sedate him. By the time he’s finished you’re so spent, it’s like the very life has been drained from you. Your limbs and eyes are heavy, your hands on his body are weak.

In the silence, you hear a crackling. A wave of heat, a cloud of smoke that engulfs you both– like the hellfire that he embodies no longer just belongs to him, but the both of you.

Eddie’s fangs retract from your skin, his tongue leaves you. He says your name softly– a quiet cooing, sing-songy and sweet. You hum, and your head lolls tiredly towards his palm against your cheek.

“Sweetheart,” he says, a little more urgently now. “You gotta get up.”

“Mmmm no. Let’s stay here.”

Eddie huffs, and then deadpans, “Your apartment is on fire.”

Your eyes shoot open. First you meet his eyes– crackling flames dance in them, but not the way that you’re so familiar with. They reflect on the surface of his eyes, rather than coming from within. Half his face is lit in an orange glow, flickering and dancing, making the shadows dance across them more than normal.

Then you feel the heat. It’s more than him, more than you. And then the smoke alarm in your bedroom starts shrieking.

The room is engulfed in flames. The flowers preserved in the vase on your counter wither in the heat and crumple like paper. The walls, the furniture, the floors catch on like you live in a tinderbox. Fire surrounds you so closely that it should burn you.

It should. It doesn’t. You feel the heat, but it doesn’t hurt. It tickles, it warms you like a soft blanket.

“How the hell did that happen?” you splutter, cringing and grabbing at Eddie as you hear a cupboard lose its structural integrity and collapse, along with all the dishes inside of it.

Eddie giggles, his cheshire cat grin splitting his face wide. Dimples on show, hair reflecting a little bit of gold from the fire, he says, “We’re just a lot more powerful than you think.”

You gaze around at your burning apartment. All the mediocre remnants of your life peel from the walls and settle as char on the floor. Dante is once again long gone; you didn’t figure he would stick around.

Turning your head back to Eddie, you blink slowly, feeling lulled by the warmth surrounding you and the weight of his body on yours. You almost don’t even care about the hardness of the floor and how it’ll be murder on your spine in the morning. Eddie peers down at you with an affectionate smile, his thumb stroking your cheekbone lovingly.

“Oh fuck,” you say after a moment. “I’m not gonna get that fucking security deposit back, am I?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #tdik!fic #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #demon!eddie #demon!eddie munson #roses*

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imfinereallyy · 2 years ago

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Tattooed Steve

now with a part 2 :)

I need tattooed Steve. Like Steve starts to get tattoos after Vecna. Maybe it’s because his body is covered in scars now, and he no longer has to hold on to the idea of permanently damaging his skin, cause like it already is. Or maybe it’s cause he’s trying to love his body again, and he sees how excited Eddie gets each time he gets to show off his tattoos. And Steve, Steve wants to feel that way too. Or maybe he likes the pain. Maybe it’s all three.

But Steve Harrington, wouldn’t be Steve Harrington if he wasn’t like massively insecure about his interests and his looks. So he keeps it a secret, for months (maybe even years depending on your tastes for slow burns). And it starts to get harder and harder because he can’t avoid tatting his arms (it’s prime real estate as Eddie put it once), and wearing long sleeves all the time isn’t ideal. But he continues the charade because let’s be real, most people in his life make him feel inadequate (big word, Robin would say) about almost everything. Especially the people he cares about.

The only one who never really makes him feel that way is Eddie. Sure he teases him to high heavens, and is absolutely disgusted by his music taste but Eddie never makes him feel stupid about it or make it seem like he doesn’t get an opinion. Which is actually kinda driving Steve nuts because it’s making it harder and harder to not to fall in love with him.

So it shouldn’t be a surprise at all that Eddie is the first to see them, he made Steve comfortable and that was dangerous. But it was hot in Eddie’s apartment (the a/c busted again), and Steve chose to wear a sweatshirt during mid-July with nothing underneath. So when Steve is sweating bullets, and Eddie just lets out an amused snort to just “take the damn thing off already”. Steve doesn’t really think. He just whips it off and leans back on the couch. It’s only after ten seconds of silence, and no eddie rambling that he realizes his mistake, and oh.

He doesn’t think he’s every seen Eddie Munson speechless.

Eddie reaches out to touch Steve without thinking (they had broken touch boundaries a long time ago, and damn it makes Steve want to kiss him so bad) and starts tracing his tattoos.

There is a bewildered look on Eddie’s face mixed with something heated. “When did you start getting these?” And oh, Steve doesn’t think he’s ever heard Eddie’s voice purr like that before. It makes Steve’s insides stir, and he’s pretty sure he would tell Eddie anything right now, do anything Eddie wanted.

“Last year, right after Vecna.” Steve’s breath hitches as Eddie slides his hands down his chest.

“Didn’t know you had it in ya big boy. Which was your first?” His eyes darken with even more heat.

Steve’s at a loss for words he can’t speak. Eddie needs to get his hands off of him if he wants him to actually respond. Instead Steve’s eyes wonder down his body where Eddie is starting to peak at the ones near his hips, and oh no…anyone but that one.

When Eddie hooks his fingers in his jeans and pulls down the right side, he freezes. Because there, right below the bat bite he and Eddie share, is a tattoo of a red guitar pick with a black and gold cursive E in the center (it’s also Steve’s only colored tattoo, despite his love of color he worries that colored ink will clash with his wardrobe).

“That’s not my first.” Steve rushes out when Eddie hasn’t said anything. “I uh, got it a couple of months ago on the anniversary of spring break. Sorry if it’s weird.”

Eddie’s eyes pop up to Steve’s, and gone is the heat. Instead there is something deeper, and much softer. “You’re an idiot.”

Steve freezes, because Eddie of all people, is now telling him something he likes is stupid. But before Steve can pull away in shame, Eddie holds his hips down and puts his face close to Steve’s. “You’re an idiot. Because of course it’s weird. And of course that’s why I absolutely love it. And it’s why I absolutely love you.”

Steve doesn’t think he’s every rushed so quickly so kiss somebody so hard before. And even when they fall off the couch, and he gets his sweat all over eddie, he can’t find it in himself to regret it one bit.

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this completely got away from me, and I still need someone to write a fic like this asap, or like anything involving tattooed Steve. I also will jump for joy if someone draws something like this. Part two linked here

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #Steve just needs someone to tell him he’s loved and also still pretty #stranger things #tattoos #steve x eddie #soft boys #fanfic #robin buckley #the party #steddie fanart #someone draw this

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mushies-stories · 11 months ago

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Little succubus- prolog

Demon!Ghost X succubus!Reader

(Read the next full fic here!)

More specifically shy virgin female succubus reader

Summary: this is just leading to some smut. maybe more? i like the dynamic sooo...

You have always been shy.

Growing up around the other succubus and incubus was tormenting. You found it hard to make friends and later found it hard to find a lover. Somehow you managed to stay a virgin into maturity. It wasn't because you had wanted too, you just could never find the courage to ask someone, or even approach someone.

That's how you found yourself in the streets of some crowded human city, walking around and looking for someone to feed from at least. You might not touch them but you have played with a few peoples dreams and it was… enough. There was no real satisfaction and they never tempt you enough to reach out beyond the shadows.

That was until you saw him.

You walked around aimlessly, not worried about bumping into anyone because no one could see you feel you. Like this you were a part of the shadows. No human could spot you. It was when he walked past you. Dark jeans, black hoodie and a skull mask. He was walking with three other males when he crossed you on the street. He was talk, and bulky, towering as he passed.

Once you made it across you stopped and looked back. He was facing you now, saying goodbye to his friends before they all split ways. Your tail swayed back and forth while you admired him, not even noticing how you were turning into a school girl over a simple human passing you on the street. His back turned to you and he walked in the opposite direction. Your heart sank as you watched his massive body get smaller as he got farther away.

The pool of wetness in your panties urging you to follow him.

So you do. You follow him through the streets and back to his flat. Inside wasn’t that big but it was more on the luxurious side of decor. Black leather couch and appliances, Grey walls. You trail after him to his room. Black sheets and the overall same style as the rest of the place.

You turned and saw him raising the hoodie of his shirt along with the shirt he had under it. His muscles and hard chest causing a wash of pink to grace your cheeks. You became fluttered the more he became exposed to you. Thick arms that could snap you in half and the tattoos adorned his arms.

As soon as he reaches to undo his jeans you scurry out of the room, too embarrassed to stand there and just watch him. You sat on the couch that faced away from his open bedroom door. The sound of running water filled the space while you waited. Your ears perk up when the shower turns off and a few moments later you hear him stepping out of the bathroom.

Couarasuity took a hold of you. Turning around and peering over the back of the couch you see him throwing his mask back on without even catching a glimpse of his face. You felt a little disappointed, for a moment that is. Once you saw that the only thing he was wearing was a pair of black sweatpants you could feel the heat from your cheeks in a second. Your pussy almost ached at the sight of his body. You wanted so bad to be under him, have him fucking you seneless until the only thing in your head was him.

Your eyes trail down and wonder if the rest of him was just as big… I mean he has to have a big dick right?

Just as your eyes travel back up to his face, finding his eyes, they snap to you. You let out a squeak and sink down and out of sight.

He couldn't have seen your right? He just happened to look in your direction, right? Your heart was racing and you closed your eyes to try and stay calm. “I'm being dramatic, a human can't see me.” you softly say to yourself, calming down a little.

“No, but a demon can.” a voice growled above you.

Your heart sank to your stomach and your breathing stopped completely. Slowly you tilted your head up to see the man standing right above you behind the couch.

“A… demon.” you repeat, voice shaky and quiet. “You can see me.”

He nods and places both hands on the back of the couch before leaning down to be closer to your level, face only a few inches from yours. “Seen ya back on the street, didn't think you'd follow me back.” he says, tone condescending.

Your face burned, you were already embarrassed about being so drawn to him, wanting to see his filthy dreams and now… well now he was really a demon and he knew exactly what you were going to do. You couldn't speak, words didn't seem to be able to explain a way out of the hole you had quickly dug yourself into.

“Well little succubus, just what were you planning on doing?”

#cod mw2 #ghost cod #cod x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #ghost x reader smut #cod x reader smut #ghost imagine #ghost smut #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

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candycandy00 · 1 year ago

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The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 5 (Final)

Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Feedback of any kind is greatly appreciated! If anyone has any comments, questions, etc, please feel free to say so! I love talking about my stories lol. Thanks to everyone who has followed this story this far!

Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex my. Blood. Bondage. Biting. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader. This is dark and quite intense!

Late in the evening of your last night as Sukuna’s offering, he summoned you to the bedroom. You wore the pink robe he’d given you and the shrine maidens had perfumed your hair and lightly painted your lips with a pink glossy color. When you walked into the bedroom, alone, you found Sukuna standing beside the bed, his own robe tied so loosely that the front of it was open down to his waist. His bare torso, with its toned muscles and black tattoos, made your breath hitch.

“Take off the robe,” he said in that voice that made you melt, “unless you want it to be ruined.”

You slipped it off, still feeling a bit shy about being naked in front of him. He had already seen everything, but you always felt so… inadequate. He was perfect in every way, and you were just a normal woman. But you were getting a bit more used to his eyes roaming over your body, so you folded the robe and laid it on the dresser, then turned to face him.

He gestured toward the bed, and your eyes shifted over to it. You immediately noticed something that hadn’t been there before. From each of the two wooden posts at the head of the bed, there were thin red ropes attached. You stared at them, wondering about their purpose, until a terrible thought entered your mind.

You looked at his face, and he was grinning. That’s when your fears were confirmed.

He stepped closer and placed his hands on your shoulders, slowly sliding them down until they reached your wrists. “Get on the bed so we can start,” he said, rubbing your wrists gently.

You felt panic rising in your body. What did he plan to do to you that would require him to tie you to the bed? But you couldn’t refuse him, no matter what he asked of you, so you climbed onto the bed and laid on your back.

Sukuna climbed onto the bed after you, straddling you with his knees on either side of your body. He looked down at you, and his heated gaze caused the growing wetness between your legs to drip out of your folds. You tried to remain perfectly still as he pulled your right arm up above your head and tied the red rope tightly around your wrist, so tightly that the rope rubbed your skin in an unpleasant way. He then tied your left wrist in the same fashion.

When finished, he stared down at you. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like being completely helpless to my whims and desires?” He hovered over you, his loose robe sliding against your bare skin. “Are you excited, or frightened, by what I might do to you?”

Looking up at him, it was obvious what he was doing. The way he loomed over you, the way his robe fell open, the way he looked at you… he was intentionally turning you on. Your heart was beating rapidly, making your chest rise and fall with your quickening breaths. “Both,” you said in a weak voice.

He moved down, making sure his body rubbed against yours on the way, and spread your legs with his hands, positioning himself between them. He leaned down so that his face was very close to your soaking wet pussy and used his fingers to open your folds. “Already so wet for me,” he said. Then he moved his fingers around, rubbing everywhere except your clit.

“You want me to touch it, don’t you?” he asked, his finger moving dangerously close to that hypersensitive bundle of nerves. “This poor little neglected clit. It’s desperate for my attention, isn’t it?”

Your body arched up slightly, trying to get his finger closer to the bullseye. “Yes, please!”

He grinned widely. “Alright. I’ll be merciful and pleasure your clit all night,” he said, making you sigh in contentment, but then he added another comment that made your blood run cold: “But if you cum without my permission, I’ll hurt you.”

You raised your head up from the pillow slightly to look at him with your panic-stricken face. “W-wait!”

He leaned down suddenly and ran his tongue over your clit. The pleasure shot through you like lightning, your hips bucking off the bed as you moaned. “Please wait, Lord Sukuna,” you said, tears filling your eyes.

He looked up at you, that smug expression on his face. “Beg me to let you cum, and I might show mercy.” With that, he used his thumb to rub over the tender nub, then licked it again.

You squirmed and whimpered beneath him, completely defenseless with your arms tied above your head. “Please… please let me cum, Lord Sukuna!”

He looked you in the eyes as his thumb kept rubbing over your clit. “Denied,” he said, and you let out a half moan, half sob, your body jerking and thrashing.

“Please, I beg of you! I can’t bear it!” Your voice was higher than usual, your cries frantic. “Please… please…”

He used his tongue again, the tip of it teasing your clit and even pressing under the hood.

Your arms pulled against the ropes, burning your wrists. Tears were streaming down your face. “Please, Lord Sukuna… I’ll do anything… just please let me cum!”

“Denied,” he said again, before giving one more long lick and finishing off by wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking.

The pleasure was too much. An orgasm rocked your body, making you clench up and cry out. Sukuna raised up to watch you, but his thumb kept stroking your engorged clit mercilessly even as you rode out your climax.

“You came without my permission,” he said in a low voice. “What a bad girl.”

You were sobbing now. “I’m sorry, my Lord. Please forgive me!”

His thumb was still rubbing you, and you could already feel the pleasure building. “Now I have to hurt you,” he said, his voice pure silk, “to show you what happens to those who disobey me.”

As you watched with teary eyes, he lifted one of your legs up, bending it at the knee. He pressed his mouth against the plush flesh of your inner thigh and gave it a small kiss before running his tongue over it. Then, while looking straight at your terrified face, he opened his mouth and sank his unnaturally sharp teeth into your thigh.

Your body jolted, reflexively trying to pull your leg out of his grasp as blood began to weep from the bite and into his mouth. It hurt, badly, his teeth feeling like knives cutting into your skin. You cried out in pain, again pulling against the ropes in a futile attempt to free yourself.

But perhaps worst of all was that his thumb never stopped rubbing your clit, and now you were on the verge of cumming again.

He slowly pulled his mouth away, licking up the blood dripping from the red bite mark and giving you the most seductive look you’d ever seen, smiling against your fresh wound. Then, within seconds, his tongue was lapping at your clit again. It was even more sensitive than before, and your whole body was shaking.

There was a tremor to your voice as you cried out for mercy. “Ahhh… please… allow me to cum….ahhhh!!”

He raised his face to look at you, letting his fingers take over for his tongue. They stroked your nub as he said, “Denied. You’ve already disobeyed me once. Why should I reward you?” The purr of his voice against your spread open pussy nearly sent you into orbit.

“Please forgive me… ahh… Lord Sukuna! Forgive your pitiful offering… ahhh… for cumming!”

He smiled again as he dove back in, not giving you even a moment of relief. His tongue and lips and fingers were all working together to stimulate you, and before long, another climax hit your body like a boulder. You screamed out, pulling tightly against the ropes, your hips rising and inadvertently pressing up into Sukuna’s mouth, making the pleasure even more intense.

He stroked your clit through your orgasm again, sending currents of pleasure rippling through you and causing your body to spasm in the bed. Your face was soaked with tears as you looked at him. “Please forgive me…” you murmured weakly.

He pulled away from you and moved up toward the head of the bed, making sure his bare, muscled torso rubbed across your prone body as he did so. Once he was face to face with you, he licked your lips, then licked tears from your cheek, then moved his mouth to the underside of your exhausted right arm. He held it tightly in one hand and licked the flesh there. You shook your head. “Please… don’t!”

His lips curled back into a smile, showing you his teeth, before he bit into the soft, tender skin. Again, pain flooded your senses. He licked and sucked at the wound, his mouth making obscene sounds right above your head, his body pressed against yours. He was deliberately choosing the most sensitive places to bite, to inflict the most agony. You whimpered and shut your eyes, trying to block it out.

Then he moved back down, and his fingers were holding your flesh so widely open that it hurt, and his tongue was alternating between battering your now sore clit and gently licking it. Sobs shook you as you kept crying. “Please… please…” was all you could say.

“Please what? You have to tell me what you want of me,” he said.

“Please… allow me to cum… Sukuna…”

He stopped for a moment, and your eyes snapped open. You’d called him Sukuna, not Lord Sukuna. You glanced down, afraid to see the anger on his face at this show of disrespect. With you so weak and vulnerable right now, the punishment could easily finish you off.

But he was just staring at your face, seemingly in wonder. He gave you a strange, unreadable look, then returned to torturing your clit with overwhelming pleasure. You didn’t even have the strength left to jerk and squirm, so your body simply twitched under his hands and mouth as you begged him to let you cum.

He continued to deny you, and when you climaxed a third time, you laid there under him, panting, pleading for forgiveness in a small voice.

He moved up your body again, and this time he extended his tongue to lick one nipple before wrapping his lips around it. You looked down in disbelief, then shook your head frantically again. “Please, no!”

Another smile crept over his features as he turned his face toward yours. “What was it you told me in the bath earlier?”

Your eyes widened, then slammed shut again.

His voice drifted up to your ears. “Tell me again, and I might have pity on you.”

“Please don’t make me say it, Lord Sukuna,” you whimpered, trying to turn your face away.

“Oh? Why not? Was it a lie?”

You opened your eyes and looked at his face. “No! It wasn’t a lie! It’s just…”

He took your nipple into his mouth again, licking it gently. “Just what?”

“Ahh… it’s just… I know a pitiful offering like me… isn’t allowed to love you… my Lord…”

He pulled himself up so that he could say into your ear, “Just for tonight, I’ll allow it. Now say it again if you want my mercy.”

You looked at him in shock, but he was already sliding back down, his mouth encasing your breast.

“Lord Sukuna, I love you!”

Just then, you felt his teeth on your nipple, and they bit down slowly. He didn’t bite as deeply as he had on your thigh and arm, but he broke the skin, allowing blood to dribble onto his waiting tongue. It hurt, probably even more than the other bites because it was in such a delicate place, and you screamed as his teeth sank just a tiny bit deeper. He licked the blood off and pulled away, then moved back down.

His thumb was already rubbing your clit again, but now his hot mouth was on it again, and you thought you might just die right there. “I love you,” you said in a breathy voice, then repeated it like a mantra. “I love you. I love you. I love you!”

Having his tongue running over your clit while you poured out your feelings so shamefully made your head swim. You could only lie there helplessly as he did whatever he pleased with your body. You were still crying as you made a final plea, “Please let me cum… I love you so much…”

That’s when you suddenly felt his teeth graze over your clit, and all at once your tired, aching body was on full alert. You looked down in horror, shaking your head, but he just grinned up at you and said, “You have my permission to cum.”

It was like a dam broke. You sobbed out a moan as you finally let all the heavenly sensations you’d been trying to block out wash over you. He continued licking and rubbing with his fingers until you were nothing more than a quivering piece of flesh underneath him.

When it was over, your body went limp, and you laid there breathing hard as he leaned over you, watching. He remained there for a little while, then stood up and turned away from the bed. Was this it? Was this the end? You couldn’t bear it.

*******

Sukuna tightened his robe as he glanced back at the offering still tied to his bed. Looking over her weak little body, all splayed out, and the red, bloody bite marks he’d left on her, made it even harder to ignore the pulsing erection he’d had since he first bound her wrists with the rope. But he didn’t mind taking care of it himself. He’d decided to let the night end on her pleasure instead of his own.

It was the least he could do for her, considering what he planned to do to her.

As he started to walk away, he heard her soft voice say, “Lord Sukuna… could I make a final request, before you kill me?”

He looked back at her. She’d slipped and called him only by his name once, leaving him slightly annoyed that she had immediately went back to using “Lord”. He rather liked the way his name had sounded being moaned from her lips, even though he had beheaded at least three people for being so disrespectful in the past.

His eyes met hers and he asked quietly, “What is your request?”

Her face was red from blushing so much, but she held his gaze without looking away. “I want you inside me again, one more time.”

He hadn’t expected that, and he must have been wearing a surprised expression, because the offering averted her eyes and said, “Please?”

Sukuna stepped back over and sat on the edge of the bed beside her naked body. “I thought you wanted me to be gentle today,” he said in an uncharacteristically kind tone. “If I fuck you now, I won’t hold back. I won’t be able to. I’ll be rough with you, I’ll hurt you. I’ll fuck you as hard as I can, because anything less would leave me unsatisfied.”

Her eyes looked like they were made of glass as she stared up at him. “I don’t mind. You can hurt me.”

His cock was throbbing between his thighs, but he kept himself under control. “Be careful when you say things like that,” he told her, wanting nothing more than to mount her right there and then. “You’re making it hard for me to contain the monster you know I am.”

She arched her back, lifting her hips from the bed as she moaned, “Lord Sukuna, please… take me… hurt me… cum inside me again.”

The last of his self control evaporated into thin air. His robe was ripped open and discarded, then he climbed onto the offering and pushed her legs up, letting them rest on his shoulders as he rammed his entire cock inside her drenched pussy. She cried out, from pain or pleasure, he couldn’t tell, but her face looked blissful as he pounded into her.

Every other time, Sukuna had maintained some level of control. He hadn’t wanted to wreck her so quickly, but now that control was gone. With her writhing beneath him, her arms still tied to the posts, her eyes wet with tears and her body rising up to rub against his, he surrendered completely to his desire to be buried as deeply inside her warm, wet pussy as possible.

He fucked her like an animal, harder and deeper than he’d ever fucked anyone before. He could feel his cock slamming against her cervix, bruising and battering it as her whole body jerked with his violent thrusts. The whole time, she was murmuring something between her moans and cries. A word he couldn’t hear clearly enough.

One of his hands groped at her breast, and he realized too late that it was the one with the bloody, bitten nipple. She winced and shuddered, still mumbling that unknown word, and he quickly switched to the other breast. As an apology, he took the injured nipple into his warm mouth and licked it gently, still thrusting into her with deep, powerful motions.

She jerked against the ropes again, and he remembered that she liked to wrap her arms around him while being fucked into oblivion, so he reached up and ripped the ropes free of the posts. Her arms, no doubt sore and tired, encircled his neck and clung to him. She buried her wet, tear-stained face into his shoulder, and that’s when he finally identified the word she’d been uttering all along.

His name. Only his name.

Her voice was unsteady, her body shaking with sobs, and she continued clutching him while crying out his name.

She must have been in pain, but she never once asked him to stop or even slow down. She accepted his violence, his brutality, deep into her delicate form.

“I love you more than anything, Sukuna…”

He heard the words but didn’t acknowledge them, only continued fucking her wildly. He didn’t know if he loved her. He didn’t know if he was capable of love. What he felt for her was contradictory and confusing. He wanted to hurt her, he wanted to hold her. He wanted to give her more rich, beautiful robes to wear and watch her smile as she tried them on. He wanted to use his cursed technique to inflict a thousand tiny cuts all over her body, then lick the blood from all of them. He wanted to share more meals and baths with her. He wanted to string her up from the ceiling by her arms and relentlessly fuck her until the only word she was capable of saying was his name. He wanted to go to sleep with her in his arms.

He simply wanted more of her, in every way possible.

She clenched tightly around him every time his tip rammed into that sweet spot that made her moan. Soon she was screaming out his name as she came for the fifth time that night.

Her ragged breathing and trembling body pushed him over the edge, and he drew back onto his knees, pulling her with him, letting her legs slide off his shoulders and wrap tightly around his waist. His mouth crashed into hers as he squeezed her against him as hard as he could, finally cumming deep inside of her.

They stayed entangled that way for a while, even after the last of his cum had shot into her womb, wrapped in each other’s arms, theirs tongue mingling together. When he broke the kiss, he looked down at her face. She was more lovely then than she’d ever been, her face flushed, her lips parted, his own saliva and hers all over her mouth, her eyes glazed over as she stared up at him lovingly.

“You can kill me now, Lord Sukuna,” she said, looking into his eyes. “I can die happy, being so full of you.”

He was still completely buried inside her. He didn’t want to pull out, but the night wouldn’t last forever, and there was still much to be done. He lifted her off him, and her body was limp, too exhausted to move. He laid her back on the bed and stood up. She was watching him, trying to stay conscious, but after a few minutes she passed out again. He pulled a sheet over her and watched her sleep for a while. Then he summoned all three shrine maidens.

The women walked into the room with their heads down. He had already pulled on a clean robe, and was tying the sash at his waist as they entered.

“All three of you, look up. I need to be sure you understand my instructions.”

The three women hesitantly raised their faces. This was probably the first time they had gotten a good look at his face. One of them glanced at the bed, but said nothing.

Sukuna gestures toward the offering and said, “She is not to be touched in my absence, by anyone. She is not to take a husband. Do you understand?”

The women seemed shocked, but they nodded their heads.

“Make sure all her needs are met until the festival next year,” he said, then looked over at her sleeping form before adding, “See to it that she is well fed. I wouldn’t mind seeing some more meat on her when I return.” With those words, he gave the women a grin that intentionally showed off his sharp teeth.

All three women paled at the sight, clearly aware of his… unusual dining preferences.

His orders given, the women left the room while he prepared to leave the village. His attendants were working on loading all the material offerings into his traveling cart, though he’d told them to leave the pink cherry blossom robe and any food offerings that hadn’t spoiled. He dressed in his thicker outer wear and then walked back over to the bed, taking one long, final look at the girl who had pleased him like no one ever had before.

She was still asleep, and he was glad of it. A teary goodbye was simply not in him, and he knew she would be sad to see him leave. He wouldn’t take her with him. The things he did would no doubt frighten and repulse her, and he was too invested in his goals to allow for such a distraction. But having someone waiting here for him didn’t seem so bad.

He glanced back to make sure no attendants or shrine maidens were nearby, then he bent down and kissed her lips.

Minutes later, he was gone.

******

When you woke up the next morning, you were shocked to still be alive. The shrine maidens informed you that Lord Sukuna had left the village in the night, as he did every year. You felt an ache in your chest, a pain that you had felt once before. You thought it was probably heartbreak. You’d wanted to be with him forever, even if that time was fleeting like the cherry blossoms he liked so much.

Then the shrine maidens told you that you were not allowed to marry until the next festival, and you realized what that meant. He wanted you to be the offering next year! Your heart swelled with love at the thought.

And so you returned to your family and your normal life in the village. Most of the villagers, including your parents, refrained from asking you about your time with Lord Sukuna. You had returned to them covered in bruises and bloody bite marks that the shrine maidens had bandaged, barely able to walk. They had assumed you’d been brutalized and deemed it insensitive to question you about it, though it was clear that many people wondered how you had survived.

You didn’t volunteer any information either, except to tell your parents that it hadn’t been as bad as they imagined, if only to keep them from worrying so much.

Your life was a bit dull, but happy. You carried on as you had before, but secretly, deep in your heart, you longed to wrap your arms around your Lord’s neck again, to feel him inside you. You watched the seasons change, eager for spring to come again.

*****

Epilogue:

Cherry blossoms drifted to the ground all around you as you pressed your forehead as low as possible, bowing with the rest of the gathered villagers in the festival grounds surrounding Lord Sukuna’s shrine. You heard his footsteps, and your heart was beating so fast that you thought it might burst from your chest.

Would he even remember you? Would he ask for you specifically as the first night’s offering, or would you need to volunteer? Regardless, you were so excited to see him again, it was very difficult to keep your head down as his footsteps came closer.

They approached, but instead of walking by you, they stopped right in front of your bowed form. You drew in a sharp breath, looking only at his sandaled feet. He crouched down, his knees becoming visible, and then you heard his voice in your ear: “You can look up now.”

You raised your head immediately, and found yourself face to face with your village’s deity. Tears sprung to your eyes, and he gave you the same smug grin he often wore. His hand brushed the tears from one cheek and he laughed as he said, “You’re always dripping whenever you’re near me.”

You blushed, but smiled as he took one of your hands and pulled you up. Nearby, the village elders who were escorting Lord Sukuna to the base of his shrine looked at you with shock. They’d heard you were a survivor, but the look of rapture on your face, along with Lord Sukuna’s behavior toward you, must have been totally unexpected for them.

Sukuna looked at them and said, “I already have a woman for the week. No more will be needed.”

The elders quickly bowed despite their surprise. “As you wish, Lord Sukuna,” one of them said.

“Oh, but do make sure plenty of fresh fruit is offered,” Sukuna added, then gave you a meaningful look and said, “We especially enjoy peaches.”

Your face turned crimson at the memory of last year, but you couldn’t stop smiling as Lord Sukuna kept hold of your hand and pulled you up the steps to his shrine.

Once you were far enough away from everyone else, he glanced back at you and said, “I hope you’re prepared. I’ve had all year to think about all the terrible things I’m going to do to you.”

You smiled at him, bright and happy. “And I’ve had all year to look forward to it, Lord Sukuna!”

Once again, you thought you caught a glimpse of a faint pink tint to his face as he turned back toward the shrine’s doors. “Smile all you want, but I’ll show you no mercy. You’ll be screaming on my cock by nightfall.”

You stepped closer to him and said in your sweetest voice, “Lord Sukuna, please wait until we get inside the shrine to say such things. I’m afraid I’ll leave a mess on the steps if you keep making me so wet.”

His eyes shifted back to your face, and then his gaze slid down your body before returning to your eyes. He grinned, baring his teeth. “Such a needy little offering.”

The two of you entered the shrine, dismissed the shrine maidens, and closed up the doors behind them, eager to begin a week of utter depravity.

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astroels · 2 years ago

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๋ ࣭ ⭑ ๋𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐄.𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ๋⭑ ࣭

a/n: first time doing dealer ellie??? pls leave opinions or I'II overthink this also I'm so sorry but I cannot write stone dom for ellie, she's my soft dom :((

Small imagery/ headcannons, on how you met Ellie, how you ignored her at first for being known as a playgirl, and how you ended up together

Dealer Ellie who's actually just a loser lesbian with too much love and money to spend

The party you got dragged to was definitely one of the best you'd attended. The drinks hit you in just the right way, warming your throat but chilling your stomach. The weed felt better to intake, knowing it was cheap since the host paid for most of it. The vibrations of the music filled your body, making the night feel dreamy. You took it light, enjoying every second that was being offered. As the night grew, so did the amount of people. You enjoyed watching who came in, the way they carried themselves and what it said about them. Losing yourself in the music, you turned and opened your eyes to be met with a pair staring right at you. Her stare pierced you in a way you hadn't felt before. You just had to know who she was.

You held eye contact, wondering if it'd be smart to join the auburn headed girl at the spot she stood in. While you overthought the option, you saw her head motion along with her eyes to go her way. Who could deny such a beauty?

As you walked up to her, a smirk grew on her face, seemingly proud of being able to reel you in. You carried your drink in your hand, mixing it around. Finally, at a good enough distance, you heard the first sounds of her rather sweet, raspy voice. "Hey, baby," She said with the pet name rolling off her tongue seductively. Her voice was enough to entice you, even if you typically despised such upfront people.

Not knowing what to address her as, you asked. "Got a name, babe?" returning the petname. You stared at her in interest: She felt like a different approach than others. The way her eyes scanned up from your thighs to your chest to your face was hard to ignore, making you flush some. "Ellie." She bit her lip unconsciously after, god, her lips looked so perfectly plump.

You hummed at her response; it was a pretty name that suited her face. You were admiring her features, from the exposed tattoo on her right arm to the risky amount of unbuttoned buttons on her shirt to the freckles that stained her face. Ellie's following words made you lose your train of thought. "'m not gonna waste your time, you're pretty, babe." She gave you a tilted grin, watching you in amusement. As you processed her words, only a smile was able to make its way on your face. She continued, "I'd like to take you outta here, somewhere nice, got some joints in m' car."

Her boldness was attractive. How could anyone say no to such a pretty face? The temptation to go with her outweighed the screaming that told you to stay. "Interested?" She kept her eyes on you, trying to read your body language anything that'd give a response. You opened your mouth to speak, ready to agree to her alluring personality, but you felt a yank on your arm.

Your friend was pulling you outside, raising her voice at you, warning you about the type of girl Ellie was. Apparently, she was one, a play girl and two, a druge dealer, but that one wasn't as bad, right? She was just too good to be true, huh? You never would' ve continued talking to her if you knew she was just talking to you for a quick fuck.

Despite being a little hesitant to attend parties in case you met Ellie again, you still went. Your friends gave you the whole talk of this and that and to be careful, yet some part of you wanted to run into Ellie again, just once more. She was a reoccurring thought throughout the week up till Friday, the next party that'd been going around. You'd gotten extra dolled up, just in case you told yourself. You wouldn't let yourself fall for her, You'd dress up this nice either way, right? The night was danced away, waiting for a glimpse of auburn hair. With no sign of Ellie, the flow of the music lead you to another girl, dancing with her hands roaming your body freely. You turned your head to face the girl, but it wasn't her that shocked you. It was a familiar face staring right past her shoulder.

The eyes that looked right at you began to sting your skin, it somehow felt like she was shaming you in the most filithiest way. Your body grew warm under her stare as you disconnected yourself from the girl you danced with, heading to the restroom.

Just behind you, a voice spoke before you entered the bathroom. "Where you going, pretty girl?" The name struck you, keeping you in place, not turning back. Feeling doubtful of your control to not interact with her, you quickly escaped into the restroom. She wouldn't wait, right? You scrolled through your timelines, looking through everyone's page, killing time. The line was drawn at eight minutes when you finally got the courage to come out.

The coast looked clear when you opened the door, not seeing anyone from your view; but as you made your way to the end of the hallway, someone tugged your arm back behind the wall. "What the fuck," You said angrily, pausing when you were met with Ellie. You scoffed at her. "Already said I'm not interested." You maintained eye contact, not letting your guard down. "Really?" She tilted her head. "Don't remember you saying that." She gave you a smile with her full lips tinted pink.

She had a point; you never said or thought it, but you couldn't do this fling typa thing. You shook your head at her. "I'm not gonna do this thing with you." She could sense your doubtfullness, so she pulled away a little, giving you the tiniest bit of space. "The rumors aren't true." You considered her words, were they the truth? Her eyes had looked so soft, pulling you into her words. You felt her warmth on your face as she leaned in. "I can treat you good, baby. Give me a chance," She spoke softly next to your ear. You bit your lip, trying to conceal the butterflies her words gave.

Ellie took a note and placed it in your palm, closing it. Before leaving, she examined every inch of your body, where it curved with your clothing to the curls that laid on your head, She smiled to herself, more genuine. "Just in case," She gestered to your hand and left you standing in the hallway. Her phone number was the only thing she left behind, along with a piece of your interest.

Over the weekend, you pondered texting her at all. lf you texted her, what would you even say? Despite the questioning eventually curiosity got the best of you, and a text with, "Hey :)" was all that you saw in the new started chat. It wasn't long before you got a reply. Throughout the week, you continuously texted each other. She wasn't as bad as she seemed. She was cocky but caring and less intimidating; she was just a tough acting dealer with dorky interests. You soon learned her boldness with flirting was a fluke, and she was actually such an easily flustered person. It was sweet to see how gentle she treated you compared to the coldness she showed others.

You ordered a tea, waiting for Ellie to show up to your planned brunch date. It'd been two weeks, and the shared calls and hangouts had successfully won your heart. You had a slight feeling Ellie had something planned, but weren't sure what. You took multiple glances at the window, looking for her recognizable hairdo.

Ellie made it to your table before your drink could, so when the waiter arrived, he jotted down both your orders and left. Ellie looked put together as if she'd spent time overthinking what to wear. It was supposed to be casual, so you'd just put on a favorite outfit of yours. As you examined Ellie, she examined you. "You look pretty." She said in a soft tone of admiration. The compliment brought blood to rush through your cheeks. "You look good too, Ellie." You gave her a soft smile.

When the food came, the time was spent on eating, having conversations on random topics, and slight flirting. You loved the way she made you feel heavenly. You were floating in the sky when she looked at you the way she did. When brunch was done, you asked the waiter for the bill. As you pulled out your card, Ellie gave you the most concerned look. "Uhhmm...what're you doing?" Her tone sounding confused. You gave her an awkward stare. "Uh, I'm paying?" It sounded more like a question than a statement. All that came out from Ellie was a "No." She shook her head. "You're not." She continued. "When I said I could treat you good, I meant it, babe."

She didn't stop staring at you weirdly till you put away your card. You guessed dealers did make good money. After brunch, Ellie took you to a nearby park, sitting you down on a bench. Once both of you were comfortable, she cleared her throat. "I, uhm, I don't usually do these typa things." Instead of looking at you, she was now fiddling with rings on her finger. You just stared at her, unconsciously tilting your head, wondering what she'd say. "I've really enjoyed our time together and wanted to make it more of an official thing." She looked up to face you. "I really like you." Your heart could burst at any moment.

"I really like you too, Ellie," you grabbed her hand to add further conformation to your statement. You swear her eyes lit up a shade. You both basked in the newfound warmth in each other until Ellie gasped. "Oh, here." She clumsily looked through her pockets to pull out a box. "I, uh" She opened the box. "Got us matching jewelry." The box held a necklace and a ring. They were complimented each other so beautifully. The necklace saying E. Williams with a heart on the bottom that marked the date. The ring said the same with your initial and last name with the date on the inside. Your eyes scanned them so carefully as if even looking at then would break it.

"They're beautiful Ellie." You stared at her and the jewelry in awe. "Here, let me help you." You turned and picked up your hair to help her put it on. Her fingers grazed your neck so carefully, it filled you with sparks. When you turned back around, Ellie was looking at it in such amazement. "Your turn." You grabbed the ring from the box carefully and placed it on Ellie's right middle finger. Her hands looked so pretty decorated in rings, especially the one that marked your beginning.

You grabbed Ellie's hand and fiddled with her ring as the sappy moment died down. "And what would you have done if I said no?" You pressed circles on the back of her hand as she rested her head on yours. "What would you have done with the jewelry?" Ellie chuckled and moved up to face you. "I wouldn't have given up on you that easy, loser." You playfully smacked Ellie's thigh. "Really?" Your tone sounding accusing. "Mhmmm," She hummed, smiling. You leaned into Ellie, kissing her lips. That day was a day for every new beginning.

With the rest of the day you spent together, you learned that she had had a dumb crush on you for awhile. Ellie had seen you walking around campus and at so many parties and decided to shoot her shot. She said she feared you wouldn't be into her or whether you preferred masc presenting girls, or if you even liked girls. You also learned that it was a rumor, she never slept with the girls; she never received from them, just gave, or only hung out since they "wanted to know if they were into girls." She'd stopped for awhile though, once she realized her crush on you. She was such a mess, but your mess.

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adonneniel · 12 days ago

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Ok, after finishing Veilguard and sleeping on it, my final impression remains disappointment and frustration. Spoilerific thoughts beneath the cut. Long post. Maybe a bit ranty/incoherent in parts, but I don't feel like going back to edit.

Positives, in no particular order:

The game is beautiful, even on (mostly) medium settings. Despite wishing for a few more wavy options, the hair is perfection and I honestly can't complain.

On a related note, the character creator is amazing. Customizing body & face tattoos! Height and weight sliders!!! I wish the bust and glute sliders went a further, but whatever. I can live. I like that we can import our characters on a new save, and I hope they patch in an option to do that with the Inquisitor as well.

Mechanically it was fun to play

THE BLOOD OF ARLATHAN QUEST. Absolute perfection. Everything I wanted out of this game. I felt hopeless and overwhelmed. My skin crawled. My gut clenched. The horrors of the Venatori were on full display & served as an excellent parallel to the rise of irl facism. And Solas an Elgar'nan exchanging insults inside my head?? I was giddy. I felt the centuries of compounding animosity mixed with grudging respect. I felt utterly out of my depths and it was wonderful. (And LMAO at the one dude fangirling over Rook)

The siege at Weisshaupt was pretty good too. I like failing. It makes the stakes feel real.

I loved the fresh take on Necromancy. Like, yessssss, make it beautiful and romantic and haunting! It's such a interesting departure from necromancy = gross & evil. They even made it mesh with spirit lore and kept the question of an afterlife alive.

Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain's relationship. I was not expecting them to genuinely care for one another. It did a good job humanizing them & helped balance out the "muahahaha evil" vibe.

I actually didn't mind the magitech-ness. It makes sense that the ancient elves perfected magic to that point, and Tevinter really felt like a knock off version built on the elven empire's bones. It still looked fantasy overall.

I like most of the lore reveals. They were well foreshadowed and, no, I don't get the impression that they just decided to randomly make all the popular theories true. Even if that's the case for a few, they still make sense. (Though I can understand why people might be let down by all "the elves did it!!")

Fighting alongside Solas at the end was fun. Directing my companions during the final fight was fun. I liked that some of them could die (and did--poor Harding)

Solas in general honestly. I didn't find him out of character, just more openly desperate than he was in Inquisition. I also don't hate his dynamic with Mythal like some people, though I understand why it's divisive.

All that said, the negatives still outweigh the positives.

The writing felt timid. Like they were scared to offend anyone so they just decided to ignore the messy parts of their lore and/or hide it behind codex entries that most players probably don't even read.

All those lore drops and we barely had time to sit with them or deal with cultural consequences. Especially when religion is such a huge part of culture? You can't just disprove it and expect people to move on in a few conversations. The Dalish especially should be a wreck.

Tevinter was a disappointment after all the build up we've gotten over last three games. And no, I don't accept southern propaganda and events happening off screen as an excuse. It just reeks of lazy writing. Dorian and Mae's political party failed. Fenris and Dorian are primary sources. Tevinter is fucked up and we should've seen it explicitly on screen, not just limited to a few nasty individuals and codex entries. Instead of a racist, mage run slave state, we got a generic corrupt city with the unique bits alluded to. If you want to argue that it's just because we were in dock town, so obviously we wouldn't be seeing the decadent mage aristocracy...that's just an excuse. The writers didn't have to make that choice.

Wtf did they do to the Crows??? The assassins built on brutality and child slavery are now just being presented as freedom fighters??? Don't try to tell me Zevran reformed things behind the scenes. That's just another excuse for lazy writing (not to mention that he's dead in some player's worldstates). They didn't even deal with Lucanis' abusive upbringing! And it was right there!

The Lords of Fortune are a joke. Pirates Against Cultural Appropriation. Seriously? Combined with that codex entry trying to convince us that their fighting pit is purely volunteer based and death free?? Nah. I don't buy it. They were ultimately useless to the plot and even to the worldbuilding. I learned absolutely nothing about Rivain that hasn't already been told to us in past games (and they didn't even take the chance to show us those things! We just got an empty beach and a few background npcs.)

Tbh this all just feels like another symptom of the game's timid writing. We're good people who only ally with other good people. There's no "enemy of my enemy is my friend". There's no faction with ulterior motives. There's not even a political quagmire we have to navigate to get the Good Ones on our side. The closest we get is the First Warden. And tbh the Wardens are the only faction I felt was truly well written and well integrated into the overall plot. The Mourn Watch was interesting, but they mostly did their own thing over in the corner.

God, don't even get me started on the elves. No existential dilemmas when their gods are running rampant. Even the major god revelations happened off screen! The Veil Jumpers already knew! Lazy lazy lazy.

AND. AND they somehow projected their white guilt onto the most persecuted minority in Thedas! I wanted to crawl out of my skin every time someone apologized for what their people (the gods) did to the world. And to make it worse, they barely, barely, showed anti-elf racism on screen. A few throwaway lines are laughable in the face of that. As a jew--one of the groups DA elves are inspired by--I'm insulted and disgusted.

And someone pointed out that a Crow codex used the phrase "Never Again" in relation to the Dales? Get that phrase out of your mouth, Bioware.

In a similar vein, their treatment of the Antaam reeked of racism and orientalism, even moreso than usual. Big brutes yelling in a scary language with artificially low voices?? Barely dressed? We don't even get to talk with one until the end of the game? Other people have explained it better than me, so I'll leave it at this.

"Why do you want racism in your game? Are you secretly a racist edgelord in real life? Do you get off on people calling you a knife-ear? Do you just want an excuse to be a piece of shit?"

NO. I want good writing. I want realism. If you're going to include racism in your worldbuilding (which Dragon Age does), you have to own it. You have to deal with it. You can't just sweep it under the carpet because you want to avoid more controversy. The absence in Veilguard makes it look worse. You can't pat yourself on the back for angering the anti-woke brigade while perpetuating your own racist tropes. Do the writers even know they're being racist, or do they think it's all ok because the player isn't allowed to be fantasy racist?

Taash's story is a good example. Why the fuck are we put in charge of deciding their culture for them? Why is it tied to their gender? As a cis person I won't comment on the gender bits (I've heard conflicting opinions), but the culture aspect is handled terribly. Seriously. What the actual fuck, Bioware?

The companion situation has been beat to death, but I mostly agree with the criticism that everything is too HR-friendly. And I honestly can't believe those Taash/Emmrich and Harding/Emmerich intervention scenes actually made it through editing. I felt like a fucking preschool teacher lecturing children on how to play nicely. bad bad bad

I don't, however, think the companions are awful. They just kinda bored me. Or maybe not bored, but...didn't grab me? I like some of them, but I don't love them. There's no one I latched onto that makes me go feral. But I can accept that it's a matter of preference. I'm glad some people are happy, and I don't mean that sarcastically.

Maybe I'd feel differently if the game wasn't marketed as "found family"?

More personal preference: I don't like Rook, and I don't like their relationship with the companions. It feels too sterile & corporate, and Rook feels simultaneously too blank and too defined. And the defined bits of their personality are not for me. Dialogue options weren't diverse enough in feel.

LOL at not allowing the player to asshole options, but then the best we can give Harding is "Haha, no idea what you're talking about but good for you. Bye."

Also the game couldn't seem to decide whether my Rook was Dalish or not? According to the mirror I'm not, but then Rook outright says she's Dalish later in the game... Which is it, Bioware? Which is it?

THEY DELETED SOUTHERN THEDAS OFFSCREEN.

The illuminati secret ending is an awful decision. Way to take agency away from some of the more interesting antagonists. And this was obviously a retcon? There was no buildup to this. At most they were toying with the concept in DA:I, which is when the Executors were introduced.

It's hard to think of this game as a love letter to the fans when these last two points feel like a huge middle finger to everything that came before.

Yeah. Just...yeah.

Disappointment and frustration. All the building blocks for a great game are there, but they just...didn't come to fruition.

I might do another playthrough, but I also I might just take what I like from the lore and go back to previous games + my silly crossover fanfic. And BG3. That obsession was only just taking root when DATV came out, and I didn't get a chance to sit with it.

I'm sad.

#datv spoilers #veilguard spoilers #datv critical #veilguard critical #datv #dragon age #rae speaks #long post

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kanmom51 · 1 year ago

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JM live 1 September 2023 20:54 or 8:54 pm KST

And a little bit about JK's same day live as well.

Part 1

Cr./The creators of the media used in this post.

So we got a live from JK at the start of the day. 12:55 am or 00:55 KST, and from JM in the evening, at 20:55 or 8:54 pm KST.

One opening the days birthday celebrations (or was he?) and the other closing them (in a sense).

Do we have numbers working for the two?

Let's see.

JK's live:

Super easy. Add the 1+2+5+5=13. Then add 0+0+5+5=10.

What?

13/10.

So we get JK's special day with JM's special day. How sweet.

JM's live: Add the 2+0+5+4=11. Then add the 8+5+4=17 and down to a single digit: 1+7=8.

Guess what we get.

8/11

And if you want just a little bit more utilize the date:

1/9/23

1+9+2+3=15

and Ta-dah...

8/11/15

Oh, and if it's numbers we are talking about, and if anyone has any kind of doubt that numbers mean so so much to JM and JK, well here's another little doozy.

JM's watch. Yes, the tens of thousands of dollars worth watch he was wearing during the live.

*Screenshot taken at 3:20 min. mark.

It's a little hard to see, but the time on his watch looks to be around the 3:27 mark.

I want to remind you that JM started his live at 8:54 pm KST. JM has been in SK for months and you would think his watch would be set to KST, no?

Screen shot at 8:24 min.

Screenshot of watch at 32:56 min. mark.

Deduct the live time stamp at every one of those given moments from the time on the watch and you will go back to 3:23/4.

Why, you may ask, am I making such a big deal about this?

Well, my dear friends, this is why:

JK's time of birth tattoo, just to remind you.

JK's time of birth being 3:23-24.

Did JM set his watch to start the live at 3:23-24? JK's birth time?

Wait, but that's not the end of it.

Because JM's watch is also of significance.

Launched in 1997.

What in the effing hell?

Like, if you have another explanation please do explain!!!

Watch not working? Nope, it is, time counting as the live goes on, all from the 3:23 mark.

Coincidence? Again? That his watch happens to be set at JK's birth time, and it also, by chance, being one launched same year JK was born? JK, who's birthday happens to be on that specific day? The person who JM tells us to wish happy birthday and that it's a "wonderful day"?

Please don't continue to say this is all a coincidence. Setting your watch to a time that happens to be JK's birth time, something we have been told in the past, something that JK tattooed on his own body, hence being of significance to him, and most obviously of significance to JM as well.

JM and JK might not be saying the words out loud, but shit, they sure are being as loud as hell about what they are to each other!!!

Ok, so I mentioned in passing JK's live. His almost 9 minute live. His totally out of character shorter than short live, even more so when we are talking about a birthday live. No cake. No candles. No playlist (he told us this was just the music that he left on when he left earlier and it's still playing). No patience, lol. He came, he said hi, he told us he was out with friends he was practicing with (wonder if the reason he came live is to explain who with and why he was out and about...), said he's suffering from insomnia and he has to sleep. Did a card trick...MAGIC... Lol, and ducked. Like even his goodbye was super super short. Now, you could say he had a tight schedule, which he does, and that he has to sleep, which he does. But JK was definitley not on his way to bed when he was doing that live, nor shortly after. He was happy and super hyped, and in NO WAY shape or form about to go to bed at that point.

We need to remember that when they say they have a schedule, it's not a 9 to 5 job. Many a times their days start at noon and later and they keep on working into the early hours of the morning. That is the nature of their work. So having a tight schedule doesn't necessarily mean he has to be up at 7 or 8 am and off to the company or wherever he needs to be in the morning.

You could claim he was excited because it was his birthday, and perhaps you would be right. But if it was the end of his night, then excited what for? Bed? Where he struggles to fall asleep? Nah, I don't think so.

So yeah, I think you know where I'm going with this.

Only that this time we didn't get a photo because there was no one around to buffer.

2019 JM flies back to Seoul to celebrate JK's birthday with him. 2020 JM was with JK on his birthday eve. 2021 we don't know, they didn't tell us, we got a selfie the next day in the safety of the company - not the two together alone at JK's or JM's. 2022 JM was also with JK on his birthday eve. We got to see and hear about it just after JK's birthday, and we had Jhope there as a buffer. Why buffer? So that god forbid they aren't spending his birthday eve alone at his place, especially if it's happening year after year after year, cause you know, people would say it means nothing but at the same time it means everything.

I'm going to say it out loud, and shoot me (not literally) if you wish, but this is a hill I am willing to die on. JK wrote his birthday message and very possibly was not planning to go live that night. Perhaps he did come live because of the photos that came out of him with the fans and the info about him being out and about that night. But for whatever reason JK did go live that night it was always going to be short and sweet. And I do believe that is because he had something else planned which is not going to sleep.

I do believe whatever he had planned was with JM. Period. That's what JK was anticipating, that's what he was excited and happy for, that's why he came for a couple of secs and jolted off.

And for those that are already running to the comments screaming "but JM said he only spoke with JK the day before his birthday to wish him happy birthday" I say: hold your horses, I will most definitley get to it and explain to y'all exactly how JM did not say that by no means. Take a breath, be patient, read on, you'll see why JM said no such thing.

The two of the men having the live the same day.

It kind of felt weird that of all days JM goes live on JK's birthday. Well, maybe weird isn't the right word, but curious is more fitting.

JM wanted to come live for some time now. He says that. But then why, of all days, choose this one?

JM himself tells us he wasn't planning to go live from home that day (while on his way to fetch the mood lamp to show us).

Both lives feel unplanned, rushed and unprepared. There. I said it.

Did either of them even plan to do these lives? Or, perhaps they were a consequence of circumstances? JK wanting to clarify his outing (knowing how this fandom rolls). And JM... why JM? Well, maybe there was actually a birthday live planned? Could that be? One at the company? Us finally getting a Jikook live? Or even just a proper JK live at the company with a cake and all? But JK's schedule ran later than expected maybe? Hence one boyfie coming to the rescue and going live in his stead?

All of the above is questions, queries, possible explanations as to why JM decided to go live from home on JK's birthday, even though he himself tells us this was not the plan. I don't have the answer to these questions, but it definitley does have me wondering.

Will continue this discussion with regards to JM later on in my post.

Let's get to talking about JM's live. Starting by his opening pic.

I have to tell you that first thought I had when seeing the photo was "is that JK?". The frame wasn't right, but the outfit most definitely was, lol.

And guess what?

He's wearing pants for the boys new favourite brand. I guess JM's the one wearing the pants in the house, lol. But then, are they his? They do seem a little on the bigger size.

So, first 17 minutes or so to the live JM talks a bit about not coming live for a while and how he wanted and yet didn't because he's been going through a bit of a personal journey. Not doing well enough in his March promotions, in his mind, had him frustrated and unhappy with himself. Him wanting to restart rather than fix what he feels might be lacking. Kind of resetting himself per say as an artist? In any case he's been doing a lot of introspection. I guess I've mentioned that already, lol. The feeling I got from what he was telling us is that he himself didn't know how to explain what he wanted to tell us. His words not thoroughly thought out, perhaps another sign as to him going live unprepared and before properly thinking out what he wanted to tell us.

JM talks about being at the Dior event. Being nervous and awkward. Also wanting to thank fans that came to see him.

JM is asked multiple times about his hands. Oh my, those hands.

And when I say multiple times, I mean MULTIPLE times, lol. And JM keeps reading those comments and keeps answering again and again and again that it's a scrape from him working out, doesn't hurt, not to worry. At one point, after he is talking about JK's birthday, telling us it's a wonderful day, lovely smile on his face, and asked yet again, he 'bites back' (if you can call if bite back, lol), telling the commenter to look for it later (as in go watch the live from the start when it's over and they will find out).

Is this the right time to discuss JM talking about JK's birthday?

I think it is.

At around the 18 minute stamp time this goes down:

He says Jungkookie, btw.

From the moment he said JK is very busy (he looks at the camera) and up to this point, when he talks about JK's health, not once does JM look at the camera. His eyes were all over the place. And that includes not looking at the camera when he said "I talked to him on the telephone yesterday too".

Remember this?

@dgtn brought this to my attention. JM's eye movement in this part of the live reminds of his eye movement while thinking just before he goes for the kill with JK and the "did you answer them".

Here's JM talking about Jungkookie's birthday. Look at his eyes.

(But that smile at the end...)

JM was definitely deep in thought as to what to say, how to word what he wanted to say for JK's birthday.

Several things to note.

Where to start?

I guess I'll start from the obvious.

People jumping on the wagon: "JM didn't see JK on his birthday. He said so. He said he talked to him yesterday...(to wish him happy birthday?)".

Me, I'm calling the bull.

And I will explain it to you too (foreshadowing).

JM, as usual, is very precise how he words what he wants to say.

His words in this instance:

He mentions JK's birthday today, tells us he's very busy and then says "I talked to him on the phone yesterday too..." and back to "he's really busy..."

"I talked to him on the phone yesterday too..."

Let's take this apart, why don't we?

JM spoke with JK on the phone.

The conversation happened yesterday.

What did they talk about? He doesn't tell us. But mentioning JK being busy before he talks about the phone call and after he talks about the phone call. It feels like this is what he is telling us they spoke about.

So far so good, right?

And then we have two words/things said/or not said that are EVERYTHING here.

One word that he says, the other something that is not said and, at least to me, is super loud and super important and was omitted purposefully.

First word is "too".

I talked to him yesterday too...

TOO.

Leaving the context of the sentence open to interpretation.

Could be any of these:

I talked to him yesterday too just like I speak to him every day?

I talked to him yesterday too because I spoke to him today as well?

I talked to him yesterday too because I was also seeing him later on as well to celebrate his birthday with him?

As for what was missing, well to me it was quite obvious.

JM does not tell us that he wished JK happy birthday.

There was no "I talked to him yesterday too and wished him happy birthday".

JM makes sure to tell us he spoke with JK yesterday (which is not on JK's birthday). Makes sure to add the TOO, but forgets to say that's also when he wished him happy birthday? I think not.

JM is super measured. He is so very careful in what he says and how he says it, especially when it comes to JK. This man not saying it means the words were added or omitted on purpose. And not telling us he wished JK happy birthday in that phone call, well, makes it clear that the phone call in question was definitley not the end of it. Because there is no way in hell that JM would not wish JK happy birthday personally (not via an IG post that JK wouldn't see anyway not being on IG).

Since when would JM not wish JK happy birthday? The man is telling us to wish JK happy birthday, telling us it's a wonderful day, setting his watch to JK's birth time. The man that flew back from Paris to be with JK on his birthday. And also let us know he did it. He wouldn't have wished JK happy birthday himself? And this man wouldn't tell us so either?

Nah. This is JM telling us he spoke with JK, something he does all the time, and that the conversation he's talking about has nothing to do with JK's birthday.

And yeah, by omitting that he's also letting us know that he had another opportunity, one he isn't letting us in on, in which he got to wish JK happy birthday.

PERIOD!

JM talking about JK looking after his health. The way those two worry about each other.

Did I mention the pause as JM finishes talking about JK? It being a wonderful day? The smile on his face?

Oh, and JK mentions JK's birthday once more at the end of the live as well when summing up the live.

Thank you JM for reminding us once more it's JK's birthday and that it was one of those things in your live worth mentioning in your own recap of the live.

Now, I know that there are idiots that are dragging Mingyu for saying he met JK yesterday (on his birthday) and ate with him.

Well, dragging Mingyu on the one hand for what? Saying he met up with his friend on his birthday? That by doing so he was dissing JM? And others, on the other hand, using this, very stupidly, to prove that a busy JK would rather meet up with Mingyu than with JM.

Are we forgetting what JM told us? Well, JK too? That JK is super busy? Most likely in the Hybe building. You know, where Mingyu also comes to work, being in Seventeen, another Hybe band. Could they have met up at Hybe? Of course they could have. Could they even maybe have met up for a meal break at Hybe? Of course they could have. Mingyu was doing the live in a company car, probably on his way home from work looking super tired. So yeah. Chances are that they met at Hybe.

And as for JM, well, you already know where I stand on that one.

JM and JK most definitely saw each other on JK's birthday. Most likely right after JK's live.

Ok, this one is getting a little too long. So I think I'll leave you all here at the moment, let it all sink in, and come back with a part 2 that will include our little house tour and a few more interesting points - well for me at least, lol.

To be continued...

#Jimin #JM #JM live #JM Weverse live #Jungkook #JK #JK birthday #JK birthday 2023 #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook

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Firefighter!Nat NSFW Alphabet

I was asked to do this and I absolutely loved writing it. Warnings: Definitely 18+ talks. I hope you enjoy this and catch up on firefighter!Nat here!

All of the goods about beefy!Firefighter!Nat below the cut!

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

Nat definitely enjoys snuggling after sex. She takes the quiet moments after sex seriously. Even if the sex is intense, she at least kisses you on the forehead and pulls you into her arms. A lot of times she likes to shower afterwards and she loves when you wash her body for her.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Natasha’s favorite part of her body is definitely her abdomen area. Especially because of her tattoos on her rib cage that dips into her stomach just right. She’s confident in her entire body though.

Her favorite part of you is definitely your boobs. She’s a simple girl at heart. You always tend to focus on her body being perfect, but Natasha thinks that there’s nothing better than worshipping you from head to toe.

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

Natasha very much loves to make you come and make you come hard. She’s confident in her sex skills. She particularly loves to taste your cum on her tongue when you ride her face or see your cum dripping onto her thighs or abs as you grind against her. Nat is also a fan of when she wears a strap and you come onto it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Natasha’s dirty secret is that she often wonders if you’d be into a threesome with one of her coworkers. It’s not that you’re not enough for her (you definitely are), but she’s always wondered if you’d want anyone to join you. Probably Carol or Valkyrie as she knows you’d love their beefy bodies like you love hers.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Natasha is 100% experienced. In her early training years, Natasha would spend a lot of weekends on dates. She’s hot and she knows it. But the best thing about her is that she is extremely quick on her feet. As a firefighter, she makes split second decisions and she uses that training with you. She adapts quickly and can you off by fixating on what she finds you love.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Natasha LOVES when you ask her to ride your face. The feeling of your hands on her ass as she moves her hips makes her feel so good. She also loves when you ride her thigh. She can suck on your nipples and watch your face as you come for her.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

Natasha is usually pretty serious during sex. She makes the occasional joke, usually in the form of a tease, but stays relatively serious about getting the job done. She is likely to make a comment before sex about how much you simp for her.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Natasha is well groomed. She’s, as you expect her to be, very put together as a person and that relays into her hair. Her red hair does in fact match the rest of her body.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Nat is very intimate during sex. Even if she’s being possessive or a but more aggressive, Nat always makes sure you’re okay. She knows your limits well and she’d never push you beyond them.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Nat used to masturbate more than she does now that she’s with you. On occasion though, she’ll do it. She thinks of you and looks at photos you’ve sent her. If you’re awake, she’ll call you and get off with you. You love when she calls.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Natasha leans into you calling her daddy, but she doesn’t ever call you mommy. She just likes the way it makes her feel when she’s in control and you can’t help but call her the term. Since you got married, Natasha does love it when you call her your wife though. She also has a slight kink for having semi-public sex, which gets you in trouble from time to time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As mentioned above, Nat likes semi-public sex. You often have sex at the firehouse. That’s where you had your first time, so it makes Natasha happy. Outside of that, Natasha enjoys having sex in the shower with you.

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

Natasha gets extremely turned on when you touch her. Even innocently. She gets going a lot when you take off her shirt and run your hands over her tattoos. Nat also gets turned on when you tell her you love her. It’s cheesy, she knows, but it fills with a desire to make you feel so good.

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

Natasha would never use any weapons or physically hurt you in any manner. She took a vow to always protect and rescue people, so it makes her feel odd to hurt someone even for their pleasure.

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

Natasha is obsessed with the way you eat her out. Whether she’s straddling your face in the bed, you’re on your knees in the shower, or in the front seat of the car, Natasha loves it. She also loves to eat you out and she’s damn good at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Nat switches up her pace as she sees fit for the situation. But her favorite is to keep things fast but sensual. She wants you to have multiple orgasms, but she also wants to spend time just kissing you and feeling your body on hers.

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

Oh, Nat is such a fan of quickies. She knows she can get you off in no time. Natasha will take you off to another room or interrupt you cooking dinner to have a quick fuck. Rarely, she even wants you to get her off in return. She just wants the pleasure of making you feel good.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Natasha only experiments on certain occasions. Most of the time she likes to remain in control, but when she’s really exhausted she lets you take control. That’s when she finds out some different things she likes. She mostly keeps her risk-taking on the heroic day job she has though.

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

Natasha is used to working long shifts. Her stamina basically has no end. Usually you’re the one to say you need a break or are sensitive to touch.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Well, Natasha definitely owns a strap that she wears under her gray sweats. You wear one on occasion but it’s usually Nat that does. She owns a vibrator but only uses it on the rare occasions you’re not around and she can’t just call you up to help her get off.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Natasha’s form of teasing is when she gets caught up in kissing you. She loves to kiss your thighs before she dives in. Nat also gets caught up in sucking your nipples. She is also very unfair when she walks around your home with only gray sweatpants (with a strap you can see) and a sports bra but doesn’t let you touch her.

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

Once Nat got comfortable with you, she got very loud. You pulled her out of her comfort zone and she is really happy you did. Natasha moans a lot and she sings your praises as you make her feel good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Natasha is soft hearted. She sees such horrible things on her shifts that sometimes she comes home and cries to you. You’re the only one who knows that side of her. Natasha has the urge to save the world and she never stops trying to do it.

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

Do I even have to say it? Toned toned toned. Natasha is muscular, she’s smooth, and she rocks her tattoos. Her breasts are perfect and her ass is a dream.

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

Nat wants to and could have sex almost every day, but she doesn’t need to. Sometimes you’ll go weeks without it due to your busy schedules, but Nat never complains. She’s ramped and ready to go when you are.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Natasha always makes sure you fall asleep before she does. It’s an old habit from growing up in a home where she was always looking out for her sister. Once she can tell you’re happily asleep, she falls into her own slumber.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #firefighter!nat #beefy!nat #burning red au

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PART 5 Stains of red

Astarion x omega!reader

Warnings: Vampire things, blood, light gore, witch things, fantasy things, swearing, age gap, heats, smut, shameless flirting, virgin reader, indulging in pleasure xD, pining, jealousy

Previous part <-

Astarion didn’t visit the next few days and you avoided seeing anyone. You needed supplies, but didn’t find the energy to do anything. Pax was always with you except for night time, worried caws and gently pecks. You’d pet his head from time to time enjoying the soft black feathery feel. You jolted awake to a knock and frowned seeing the sun still up, you must’ve fallen asleep. You opened the door seeing a stranger, a traveller.

“Sorry my lady, I’m terrible lost” the alpha said.

“Oh course, just follow this path, you’ll get to the village” you said pointing to the path going to the forest.

“Thank you my lady” he nodded his head and flashed you a brilliant smile.

“My names Ivis” he said holding his hand out. You went to shake it, but instead he kissed the back of your hand making flush slightly and say your name.

“Beautiful name, May I ask why’re you out here by yourself?” He asked and sighed thinking, another alpha who can’t see an omega surviving by herself.

“I’m the village witch I suppose” you shrugged.

“Oh how wonderful!” He said and you frowned, not the usual reaction.

“Perhaps you could help me” he flushed embarrassed.

“I’ve got this problem, on my back it itches like hell, I think I bathed in something bad in a river” he grimaced.

“Oh of course come in” you said stepping out the way so he could step in. He set down his backpack outside and headed in. You caught more of his scent, something infecting him, but a nice spice to him.

“Just in that room on the chair” you pointed and he nodded going to it and sitting down. He took off his jacket and you saw tattoos down his arms, strange swirls and patterns. He shrugged off his shirt, he was all muscle, probably from travelling a lot, his tattoos going up and circling in and end on his shoulders. You winced though seeing the angry red rash on his back, yellow infection seeping from where he scratched.

“Oh boy” you muttered going to moosh up some ingredients.

“Bad right?” He laughed.

“I’m sorry” you quickly said and he chuckled.

“It’s alright I know it’s bad, it feels bad” he said and you smiled. He was carefree in a sense, good humour.

“This may sting and be cold” you said and he nodded bracing himself making you smile. This big alpha probably swam in a gross swamp, thinking nothing of it and got this rash and ignored it for weeks. He hissed slightly when you applied the salve and you apologised. Though you could heal it with magic instantly, you felt he was more into the medical approach.

“I should’ve said I can heal this with magic” you said softly and he shook his head.

“I don’t mind, magic is hard, draining on the body, wouldn’t want you to waste your beautiful energy on me” he said and your heart jumped a bit.

“Besides magics quick, I can talk to you this way and come back” you could hear his grin and couldn’t help but, chuckle.

“There” you finished up gently placing a cool towel over it and he groaned.

“Oh that’s much better” he said and you chuckled.

“Gods this good” he added and you laughed shaking your head as you sat across the table from him.

“How long have you been out here?” He asked soft brown eyes looking to you.

“My whole life, my parents died when I was young, Asta-“ you stopped, Astarion had traveled a bit, you didn’t know who he had bad blood with.

“I’m sorry” he said sadly.

“My parents died too, not that young, when I was twenty. Headed on a ship and never came back” he sighed.

“I don’t know if they died though, I assume so” he shrugged lightly.

“Then I just started travelling” he shrugged.

“Who took care of you though?” He asked head slightly tilted.

“The villages aided me, funny really they all chipped in to raise me” you lied with a chuckle, hell the villages were not allowed near you, Astarion was territorial. Talking with Ivis was calming and nice, he was easy to talk too and a good laugh. By the time you knew it, it was night time.

“Gods its night already, I best leave you” he said and you stood checking his back, all the liquid from the had soaked in, leaving dry leaves and flowers.

“I’ll wipe this off first” you said wiping the remnants off. His back was less red and angry now.

“It feels much better than you” he said putting his shirt on gently.

“Of course, you may want another layer tomorrow, I can make you some” you said going to your bench.

“No, no it’s ok, I’d like to come back” he said and you turned to him slightly shocked.

“Oh, yeah of course” you said cheeks hot.

“Thank you again Y/n” he said and you nodded avoiding his eyes.

“You’ll want to see Lily at Lilys garden, she has the best hot meals and then head over to Haira at sleep and dreams for lodging” you recommended leading him to the door.

“Thank you very much” he smiled and you smiled back, he looked even better in the moonlight.

“Try to avoid sleeping on your back tonight” you added.

“Yes ma’am” he chuckled and you smiled shaking your head.

“Have a goodnight” you said as he waved and left.

“Goodnight” he called. You smiled, but frowned slightly at the overly glowing red eyes staring at you through the forest.

Next part ->

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thebellearchives · 1 year ago

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hi there, i'm new to your blog. would you consider fluff 18 for sukuna?

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘

~ ryomen sukuna ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : you’ve been stuck on a bad moment of your life for a while, thankfully someone comes along to break that monotony

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : fem!reader, non-curse!au, sukuna has his own body but is still described with yuuji’s physical appearance, slightly suggestive, fluff, consumption of alcohol, weapons (reader almost gets mugged)

‧₊˚ a / n : hi anon! i hope you’re still around 😭?! writer’s block’s been kicking my ass lately so i hope this didn’t turn out too bad (once again did not proofread) ): enjoy the reading ~

You told yourself over and over again: going through a rough patch in your life is normal. It will pass. But this one rough patch seemed to be turning into a particularly long one. Loneliness was the worst part, but you also knew you didn’t want to have anyone around either, so you started going out alone. Going to the movies alone, going to coffee shops alone, even started frequenting this one bar. It was a pretty establishment, fancy but not too much, people generally minded their own business and the music was just perfect, at a certain point you even wondered if they had been playing songs directly from your playlist. Nights at the bar were nice, sipping on your favourite drink and enjoying the music, nothing out of the ordinary ever happened… until it did.

Not like it was usual for you to get hung up on guys at first sight, but the sound of his voice on a thursday night set butterflies loose inside you. He was taller than you, a handsome smirk danced playfully on his lips, tattoos covered the visible skin of his arms as disappeared under a black shirt that stuck to him like a second skin. Curves of muscle decorated his torso and his arms, and he was talking to you. Dark crimson eyes staring right back at you, the smell of his cologne enticed you the moment you perceived it. Sparks between both of you were instantaneous. Confident, almost arrogant, flirtatious comments from him made of that night one you wouldn’t forget for the next years. So when it was time to leave you decided to not say much, kept your address a secret, leaving on your own and saying you might see each other again in a stupid attempt at keeping some kind of mystery.

“I’ll be looking forward to it sugar” he leaned back into the wall as he watched you leave with a smug smile.

And so you returned the next thursday, and once again you both ended up in the dark alleyway next to the bar’s back door. You left with tingling lips and teeth marks. And then the next thursday, those marks had started traveling lower, jaw, the crook of your neck, even your shoulders. The little affair had your head turning in circles, the way his strong arms held your melting figure so firmly, his intense irises making your body shake, that damn smirk of his that spiked your heart rate. So the next thursday your decided to let your fingers linger on top of his hands and pull him playfully away from your hiding place. You tried to lead him towards your apartment, the sweet taste of alcohol and his mouth lingering on your tongue. Unfortunately, it didn’t go as planned.

Something cold and pointy was placed against your lower back, almost piercing fabric and threatening to injure your skin. You almost swore all your drinks evaporated from your bloodstream in an instant, suddenly going cold and a chill running throughout you.

“Tough luck pretty girl, give me that purse of yours and i might think about letting you go unharmed” a voice came up from behind you, tour breath got stuck in your throat.

“What’d you say, scum?” the moment your lover came closer and the street lamp’s illuminated his figure the blade faltered, the man took a step back.

Sukuna pulled you out of the way by your arm and you quickly moved away to step behind him, your eyes finally meeting the stranger who had just tried to rob you. The tingling of the sharp dagger falling to the floor was followed by the dull thud of his chest hitting the wall, Sukuna held him there from his shirt, his shoes almost didn’t touch the ground.

“Wait! I didn’t- It wasn’t my intention to-”

“It wasn’t your intention to hurt her? Then what was that pathetic bad quality dagger doing pressed against her back, you lowlife?”

Your shocked eyes could only stare at the scene unfolding in front of you. Part of you wanted to stop him, fearing whatever could happen next if his anger kept rising, but another part of you demanded to see the man get the punishment he deserved. Thankfully you didn’t have to make a decision, because with a displeased expression on his face Sukuna relaxed the grip on his shirt until the robber was able to feel the floor underneath him once again, pupils blown and gasping for air.

“You’re lucky I don’t think the lady should watch this, but if i see you again…”

“You won’t! You won’t”

He didn’t add anything else, but swung the man from his shirt and tossed him towards the street. Stumbling, he struggled to stand on both his feet again, but quickly ran away, not looking back. Still shocked at everything that had just happened and with your heart pumping quicker than ever, you watched him run away, until Sukuna’s voice brought you back down to earth.

“Are you alright?” he walked up to you inquisitively, your eyes snapped back to his.

“Yes. Yeah I’m fine” with a sigh you walked up to him to bury yourself into his arms and chest, he held you there firmly “I’m fine thanks to you”

Sukuna held you close, one of his hands cradling your head and threading fingers into your hair.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I just… feel calmer when I'm with you”

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[AKNK] Lucas and Hanamaru Conversation TL

This post contains (a little of) part 7 and part 8 of the event 'Butler's wine festival'.

Hanamaru: Phew… After having dinner, the Master returned to their room. Once I’ve finished with the bath, I guess I’ll get some rest tonight.

Still, to think that the inn has an open-air bath. The wine business is certainly a lucrative one.

Lucas: Fu fu… Excuse me for having one before you, Hanamaru-kun.

Hanamaru: Uh-oh, my bad. You’re here too, Lucas-sensei.

Enjoying a glass of wine while soaking in the bathtub… That’s pretty neat.

Lucas: Fufu. Would you like to join me, Hanamaru-kun?

Hanamaru: Yeah, I’ll gladly accept that offer.

Just give me a minute. I’ll wash up and clean my body first.

-A little while later-

Hanamaru: Phew… What a bliss. It feels nice to drink while being soaked. The inside of my body warms up too.

Lucas: It is. We must be careful to not overdrink, though.

Drinking alcohol while having our body soaked in the bath increases the risk of dehydration or anaemia after all.

Hanamaru: Hehe, if that happens, I’ll just have a doctor look after me.

But, getting drunk in the bath and being taken care of while naked… any good adult would want to avoid that.

Lucas: That’s right ♪

Since we’re both good adults, let’s do be careful.

Hanamaru: Hm? By the way, Lucas-sensei… You’ve got a tattoo on your flank. When did you get it?

Lucas: This? Who knows, I wonder now… It was a long time ago, so I’ve forgotten ♪

Hanamaru: I see… So, it was a pretty distant past.

If that’s the case… I guess my tattoo won’t fade by itself too.

Lucas: Hm? Do you wish for the tattoo on your back to fade, Hanamaru-kun?

It’s such a magnificent dragon tattoo though…

Hanamaru: Sure it looks awesome, but it will only scare some people.

Lucas: I see… Well, that may be true. Like, to a little child or a lady, or maybe… some people with a bounty on their head?

Hanamaru: …

Hee~ as expected of Lucas-sensei. You already know the significance of this tattoo.

Lucas: Well, that’s the wisdom of age for you.

As a negotiator of the mansion, I get to hear rumours of other lands pretty often too.

In the back regions of the Eastern Land, there exists a village called ‘Ise’. All the residents of this village make their living as ‘bounty hunters’. Those people all have dragons tattooed on their backs.

No matter how high profile a bounty head is, once targeted by an Ise inhabitant, their life is as good as dead.

The mere sight of that dragon tattoo is enough to make anyone tremble in fear, I suppose.

Hanamaru: Hee~ so it has turned into such rumour.

To think that the name of a remote countryside village reached all the way to the Central Land… I feel both proud and ashamed.

Anyway, there is not a single trace of that place left to see now.

They raked in too much money, thus earned the resentment of the bounty heads all over… In the end, everything was burned down in revenge.

Well, that might have been a fitting end for a village whose livelihood came from the blood of others.

Lucas: Hanamaru-kun…

-Chapter 8: The Accumulation of Time-

Hanamaru: Still… You knew of my past, then, Lucas-sensei.

To think that someone with my background was welcomed into the midst of yours... The Devil Butlers are truly generous, no?

Lucas: Ah, about that…

As a matter of fact, five years ago, when I healed you after you were wounded fighting the angels, I saw the tattoo on your back... and I was against the idea of inviting you to join us.

Hanamaru: Hee…? Is that so.

Was it because you were worried about bringing in a murderer after all?

Lucas: No. The Devil Butlers, myself included, all have their own pasts.

As long as I find someone trustworthy, I don't call their past into question.

Hanamaru: So… I guess it means I wasn’t trustworthy back then.

Lucas: ….

That’s…

Hanamaru: No need to look so worried, Lucas-sensei.

Since this is a great opportunity, let's just talk openly.

Lucas: …You’re right. Well then, I’ll take you up on that.

As you said, I had no idea what kind of person you were at first. All I knew was that you had the power to fight an angel with your bare hands, and that you have a dragon tattoo on the back.

I had no definitive proof of your past, but... if you turned out to be who I thought you were... then why would a survivor from a destroyed village in the Eastern Land raise children in a church?

There were so many things that were beyond my comprehension. I thought I should put the invitation on hold.

No matter how powerful someone is, if we let in someone we don't know well enough, we're only putting ourselves at risk.

Hanamaru: You said it.

At any rate, even I find it strange. A good-for-nothing like me was, for whatever reason, taking care of the children.

Lucas: Well... later on, when I saw how the children were doing, I started to reconsider.

Both you and the children cared for each other as if you were real family members. If you can form such a strong bond with children who are not your blood relatives... then I’m sure we’ll get along well... I thought.

Hanamaru: I see… Looks like I owed those kids yet another debt I wasn’t aware of.

Really, those guys keep saving me. It's thanks to them that I didn't lose hope in life.

Lucas: …I’m sorry. Have I reopened an old wound?

Hanamaru: No worries, I told you. The thought is on my mind constantly anyway, so I’m used to it.

Or rather… If you knew about my past, you should have told me sooner. Desperately trying to hide a secret that has been out in the open for a long time makes me look a bit lame, don't you think?

Lucas: Not really. I'm probably the only one who knows what your dragon tattoo means.

Hanamaru: Hm? For real?

Lucas: Yes. Besides, since I don't have any solid evidence, there's no way I can tell anyone.

Or maybe, like me, there are someone who is aware but chooses to keep quiet. Everyone knows enough about your personality. Even if they did know, nobody would care now ♪

Hanamaru: Good grief. I don't think it's the kind of light-hearted past that can be brushed off with such a broad smile though.

It seems that the Devil Butlers are generous people after all.

That said, the rest of the world won’t be as accepting. This tattoo might reveal who I really am... and thus cause trouble for the Master, everyone in the manor... and the kids.

When I think about it, this tattoo... I'd like to get rid of it if I could.

What do you think, Lucas-sensei? Can it be treated by surgery?

Lucas: Hmm~ to be honest, I wouldn't recommend it. The surface area is too large, not to mention the post-operative scar.

Rather than resorting to surgery, it would be better to wait for it to fade away over time.

Hanamaru: Waiting for it to fade, huh... But Lucas-sensei, your tattoo hasn't faded after all this time, has it?

Lucas: Yes. That’s why what you should expect to fade is people’s memories.

In another hundred years, no one will be aware of your past ♪

Hanamaru: A hundred years, huh… What a very devil butler-like advice.

But well, I suppose you’re telling me to take it easy. Even if it looks a serious problem at present, it may become trivial matter in a hundred year.

Lucas: That’s right, that’s right ♪ Truly, a little, trivial matter.

Take this 100-year-old wine for an example. If I didn't tell you, you wouldn't really know the difference.

Hanamaru: Hee~ so this is a 100-year-old wine…

Wait, what!? Are you being serious, Lucas-sensei!?

Without knowing that, I gulped it down…

Lucas: Fu fu. Sorry, sorry ♪ I was just joking.

I lied about it being a hundred year old. If anything, its flavour will only deteriorate if you mature it that long.

Hanamaru: So it was a joke… Don’t scare me off like that.

But it’s indeed delicious and easy to drink. What kind of wine is it?

Lucas: It’s a 36-year-old from Tobilis.

Hanamaru: That’s as old as I am!

Should it really be drunk in light-hearted atmosphere!?

Lucas: No worries, no worries ♪

Something like 36 years will pass in the blink of an eye ♪

Hanamaru: How scary~

You’ve matured too much as person, Lucas-sensei.

Lucas: Fufu. I’m sure you too, are the type who mature as you get older.

Well then, let’s pay respect to the year you’ve accumulated so far, Hanamaru-kun. With this 36-year-old wine, shall we have another toast?

Hanamaru: Yeah. This time, I’ll be sure to savour it properly.

Since it's sad to see 36 years pass down your throat in an instant...

Lucas: Fufu… Well then, cheers ♪

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