#OH and i can’t wait for you to watch the untamed!!!!

[pursuitseternal]

“Virgin Blood:” Spawn Astarion x F!Reader, nsfw Loss of Innocence Spice for you, darlings…

Astarion x F!Reader | E | 3.6K Loss of virginity

Summary: You’re eager to meet your rogue in the woods, and you can think of no better person to take your innocence than your Vampire Rogue… And doesn’t he just cherish the idea… eager to taste your virgin blood.

Act 1 Romance Retold…

CW: loss of virginity, first time, Praise kink, Astarion takes his time, virginity kink, gentle sex, Astarion more than happy to make you feel all the more beholding to him…

For you, Anonymous sweet thing in my ask box 💞

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“I just hope we don’t have to wait too long…”

Gods, you hope so too. Your body is on fire, and not just from the battlelust of saving lives.

It is because of him.

His little flirtations that have eroded you, his sweet words and greetings that fill your ear each day. The way his crimson eyes already devour you, as if he can’t get his full of your looks.

And then he bit you.

So intimate and foreign.

And new.

Each time now, your body sings when he feeds, and not just because you can feel your blood dripping down his throat and making him stronger.

You feel seen. Desired. Wanted. He hungers for you and seeks you out. Gods, as if you hadn’t been looking for one to do that for you since you came of age.

Something stirs in your body when you are near him, something wild and untamed. Waiting to be released. Your kind never told you what it was between two lovers, only the lessons you found in nature, the rutting seasons of the earth. That was all you knew of… sex.

But to hear him beckoning you, offering you passion like none other, somewhere quiet for just you and him.

Your body aches… burning. Singing. The blood in your veins pumping wildly. You want so badly to be touched and tasted. But mostly, wanting to be seen.

Wanting him to see more of you. All of you.

So, as the party begins to quiet, you watch your Rogue snatch up some blankets and wine, throwing you a knowing glance that makes your stomach twist and leap.

Gods, he thinks of everything doesn’t he?

Others begin to make their way to sleep, but you step into the woods. Your mind firmly set to give him another gift, and this time, you’re humming in your veins, your nerves crying to be touched. Because you want him to receive this, knowing just how much you will undoubtedly receive in return.

Your footsteps rustle softly in the leaves along the path. You follow that pull in your belly, knowing this is the way he wandered. Knowing that he is close…

That Astarion waits for you.

You pass through the trees, drawing to a stop the moment you see him. Gods, already his pale chest on display. Your mouth waters, your skin grows hot, even though you don’t completely know why.

“There you are,” he purrs, striding to close the distance between you. That handsome face is bright with his own intention. “I’ve been waiting…”

He draws still, a breath away from your body, “…waiting since the moment I saw you, waiting to have you…”

You look into that face, the way he just wants you, pouring his desire out over you, and you are ready to drown in it. “And I want you to have me,” you murmur, a coy, nervous smile dancing on your lips. Hells, you probably look like some innocent little thing. “I want you to have me as no one else has; Astarion…”

“Oh, you sweet little pet,” he croons, his face broadening into a smirk so soft, your stomach quivers. “Do you mean…”

“Yes,” you feel your cheeks hot under that lurid, crimson gaze. “I have never been…”

“Taken?” He offers. “Deflowered?” he adds, a deepening to his grin. “Fucked?”

Oh, it’s not that he’s a vampire spawn that makes him gaze at you with a voracious look in his eyes. It only makes you blush bright red and hot in reply.

“I am… touched to be offered such a gift,” he continues in that thick, honeyed voice, clasping your hands both in his. As he raises them to his lips, you are pulled even closer. Your body tingling to feel his frame, his magnificent form, just barely brushing you. “I am a bit surprised, given how forward you are… how wayward…”

“Perhaps it’s just a good fit, you and I…” you force your voice to lilt, keeping your eyes soft as you meet that insatiable stare. Your heart leaps as he licks his lips, making your hand reach to trace over his chest.

“Mmm, I will make certain it is. This gift, to be the first to know your body… it is one I will cherish… and I’ll make absolute certain you will cherish it too, darling,” his smile is breathtaking, almost as much as the way his own fingers wrap tenderly around your cheek, drawing your face into his so closely, his breath becomes your own.

Slowly he bears his teeth, his gaze raking down your neck into the v cut of your tunic. “Tell me, darling, how long have you been dreaming of this with me, fantasizing our time together as you pleasure yourself…”

Your brow quirks as you struggle to find the meaning of such a sensuous phrase.

“Oh…” he croons, the caressing touch of his hands cresting over your shoulders and drawing down your back. Your confusion ignites a new level of anticipation in him, you can see it twisting over those immaculate, pale features. Then he pulls you flush against him. “You will enjoy tonight, I am sure of it. I will too, there is nothing sweeter, I’m sure, than your first blood, your virgin blood…”

You melt at his words, trembling even before his kiss falls to consume your lips. His fingers are so deft, dexterous and featherlight as they tug the rough linen of your shirt up your body. Bunching it. Letting the night air kiss your skin little by little.

And all the while, his lips work smoothly on yours. Nothing so fast and quick as his bites. No, this is deliberate, controlled. A rhythmic dance that traps you against him and draws you closer.

Before you know it, he breaks from that caress to pull your shirt off completely. You gasp, cheeks hot as he looks you over, the gleam in his eye predacious as he scans your breasts, your skin, drawing his gaze to the band of your breeches.

Those eager lips begin to stray from your mouth, allowing you to finally gasp in the free air. But it’s still a fight, the way your body trembles as he kisses the lingering bite marks on your neck from the other night… drifting even lower to the edge of your collarbone, his breath so cool on your hot and flushed skin.

A moan escapes you, a noise you had never made before. And it makes the vampire chuckle, his lips creeping even lower as he cranes his head. His hands catching your breasts, one in each persistent palm. He massages them, fingertips sweeping over your straining nipples.

Those lips and that tongue replace one set of dexterous fingers, making the same sounds issue from your throat again. Louder. Your body wriggling as it catches on fire, like magma seeping from the earth, it boils in your veins and pools between your thighs.

He’s suckling on you, your hands shaking as you long for them to touch him too, running them into his hair. With a sharp breath, he releases one breast only to rub his tongue through the valley of your chest to trap the other one. Worshiping it with equal zeal.

Gods, you feel strange beneath your navel. Full and hot and swollen. And then, another sensation hits you as you shift on your toes.

You’re… wet. Your breeches are soaked. And it makes you shift again, more uncertain.

“You feel it, can’t you?” he raps as he lifts his head, raising to his full height to look down at you. “The way your body has awoken. You stir, and crave something.” The corner of his mouth quirks just once. “Poor little sweet thing, I promise you, you’ll like what’s coming. It’ll make it all feel better.”

Those fingers, so quick and light, pull the laces of your breeches apart before you even know what’s happening. “May I?” he whispers, running two fingers up the inside of your thigh. “You’ll need these removed, you know…”

You nod vigorously, a giggle in your throat as he grins, that glint of his teeth just peeking from his lips. But he doesn’t pull the fabric from your skin. No, he slides those fingers harder into the soft buckskin over your thighs. Then, he steals their pressure between your legs. His brows canting to feel you where you’re soaked. “My, my…” he purrs, “this will be most enjoyable. Your body already knows just what to do,” his lips twitch as he presses them against your lips again, “and so do I.”

Boldness sweeps through you, assured that you have chosen well. He will make this blissful. Make you feel like the sweet treasure you are to him.

Agonizingly slow, he strokes you there, those fingers so eager for action in the field turn all their talents now to teasing your body. You turn away, unsure as he caresses where you’re wet.

“Don’t be shy with me, darling,” he whispers, “you’re doing so wonderfully, you know.” Those hands pull your breeches down, letting them settle at your ankles. “Here,” he breathes as he grabs your hand where it still presses on the smooth coolness of his chest. “You’ll let me show you, won’t you?”

With how silken, how assured and pleased he sounds, you can’t manage a breath in reply. Only a nod and a moan as those damp fingers take your hand. He molds you to his grasp, guiding your fingers into your own arousal. It’s slippery, hot… and then your hands now slip between your folds…

You moan so loudly, your thighs shaking as he presses your fingers deeper into you.

“There now,” he purrs, lips caressing against the curve of your ear. “So wet and slick, you’re a wonder, my sweet little virgin. Your body’s already eager for me, and you don’t even know it yet.”

“Please,” you raps, pulling your hands back towards the apex of your thighs. “Show me.”

“I’ll do so much more than that, darling…”

It’s so quick, the way he’s picked you up in his arms to lay you down in the soft grass. In an instant, he’s shuffled off your breeches, the air wafting over your body, completely bared and entirely hot despite the little breezes of night.

Astarion draws his body to cover yours, so slowly, controlled, as if he plans every little graze of his skin across yours. “Sweet little thing,” he croons as he traps your lips in a quick, gentle kiss. “You’re all mine aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, the feeling of his body lowering all its weight on you, sending shivers down your spine and sparks over your vision. “All yours…” you moan between his full and twitching lips.

“I do so love the sound of that, darling…” With one last little peck on your lips, he begins caressing your body, kissing and sucking your breasts once more before trailing down over your belly. It rises and falls with every heaving, nervous breath you take. “Don’t you worry,” he whispers, “the more you give in to how I’ll make you feel, the more delicious this will be.” He catches your hand again in his to slink it back where you are on absolute fire. That slick between your legs. “Now, close your eyes, and just touch…”

He brings your hands to your folds, dipping your fingertips within. So wet and soft and hot, swollen you can tell, as he draws your fingers at the crest of your folds. “There,” he presses, the little nub beneath your touch so hard, the contact instantly making your muscles clench and burn. “Should the need arise as you think of me, as you remember tonight, as you wait eagerly for the next time you come to my bed… you can touch yourself here for your own pleasure, darling…”

Your body takes over, the rhythmic tracing of his fingers guiding yours… it’s sorcery. Magic. Like fire and ice in your veins as he circles your fingers and his over that little hard bud. You flutter your eyes open, watching as he stares at you, his gaze catching yours with all the hunger and pride and desire you could wish to see. Then, those perfect lips twitch in a mischievous smirk. Already crouching between your legs, he’s licking his lips, lowering his head towards your body as his fingers still tug at you unrelentingly.

So cool and wet, you feel his tongue lapping along with your fingers. Your hips buck out of your control, muscles clenching as one possessed, but it is not in pain. It is flame and ruin and ecstasy that flood along your muscles. Spurred on by his kissing and sucking and lapping between your thighs.

That feeling crashes through you, blinding you as your back arches, your scream tearing from your throat as you writhe and spasm. Your hand goes limp between your legs as you pant.

With a laugh, he places a kiss on your soaking palm before resting it tenderly on your panting belly. His tongue laps up your seam, you can feel the flush of that slick cooling in the breeze and drying on your skin. “Oh my sweet,” he rasps, glancing from between your thighs. “You are doing so well, such pleasure for your first time,” he giggles, “don’t let it go to your head. The best is yet to come…”

You mewl, his two dexterous fingers finding their way inside you now, playing in and out. Instantly, that need reignites, consuming your flesh. Your hands reach for him… for any part of him. You find his arm, his own muscles bunched and bulging as you feel him working inside you. You feel him shifting lower, kissing the sticky skin of your inner thigh, his hand slipping another long finger inside your walls, making your muscles burn as they stretch. “Shhh,” he soothes as you groan and pant and squirm at the pressure. “You’re such a good girl, so wet and eager, this will be delicious. I doubt you will even bleed once I’m inside you…”

He chuckles, watching your body, your eyes wide and wild as that wave begins to wash over you again… the heat, the throes of pleasure you now realize come from his touch. And then he slips his thumb back over that aching little nub again.

“Gods, Astarion,” you keen, your voice rough as you tear apart. Those fingers inside you… your whole body clenches on them, the pressure, the fullness sending you careening into your climax even harder this time. Breathless, you can only make little incoherent sounds, a little louder as he insists on still pumping his touch inside you even as you come.

“Breathe, my sweet,” he smiles, “you’re going to do wonderfully.”

The chill of his touch, his whole body leaves you for a moment. But you can’t look, can’t even open your eyes as you still drift down from your pleasure.

You feel stretched and limp and warm… the gentle embrace of bliss and pleasure you had heard ballads about. You rise up on your arms, and for a moment, that warm comfort runs cold in your veins.

You see him. Naked. Breeches removed as he strokes his cock in his hand. Looking down at you where he stands. Those crimson eyes almost glow in the moonlight. But you barely glance into his face, knowing it’s hungry and needy and salacious.

No, your eyes are mesmerized by his length, so much longer than you had thought, erect and pale. You watch it twitch as he rubs himself slowly. “Shhh,” he soothes from above you, “come here, my darling. I promise you it will only hurt a bit…”

You sweep your legs beneath you, kneeling before him. His fingers caress your face. He takes a deep breath, his belly filling as his cock twitches to see you so close. “Touch me,” he whispers the instruction, your hands joining his as you feel him. So hard, smooth skin stretched over something so unyielding. Etched with pale veins that darken slightly beneath his already pale skin… you run your fingers over it as his own hand stills near its base.

Sweeping your thumb over that thick, blunted head, you make him groan. “Good girl,” he praises, his voice thick with lust in his throat. “Soon, my pet, I’ll teach you to pleasure me in return, but tonight…” he breathes heavily, dropping to his knees with you, “tonight is about your pleasure, your deflowering as I claim your innocence my sweet.” His lips twitch, “which I am most eager to do… a gift I am forever thankful for…”

His eyes glint with intent, possession and pride, his mouth descending to capture yours again. Those powerful arms hug you tightly to his chest, that hardened cock prodding into your belly, twitching each time your mouth moves with the rhythm of his kiss.

Slowly, he lays you back into the grass, those arms that have snapped your enemies in half cradling you gently against his body. One hand slides between you, ghosting that chilling touch between your thighs, the other presses your cheek in his palm, keeping your lips trapped against his.

Then, you feel it, something thicker and harder pressing into that still molten slick between your legs. Inch by inch, he enters you, the roll of his hips against yours almost imperceptible. “Shh,” he hushes you, another caress of those full lips against yours. “You’re so good, darling…”

A bit more, your muscles burn as he slides, that slick coating him, letting his cock inside you little by little. You groan, your muscles clenching at the thickness. And he only laughs and shushes you again. “Easy now, darling, I promise. Those stories of virgins bleeding are only with bad lovers, but I will only ever make you bleed in other ways, other… more delicious ways….” He catches your lower lip in his fangs and bites down, a little nip as pain shoots through you. You groan… hardly noticing that in that moment, he’s sheathed himself between your thighs completely.

Buried deep in your throbbing channel.

“Hells below…” you groan, a wriggle of your hips as you feel the pressure easing. Burning and not in pain. That same sort that consumed you already, only now… all the stronger. “Astarion,” you look into his eyes, how they smile at you, narrowed and delighting.

“I told you darling,” he purrs, a slight movement of his hips, dragging that cock a bit out, a bit in as your mouth hangs open, “I told you I would make certain we are a good fit…”

You groan, not at his words, at the way he begins to thrust into you. Slowly, consistently, letting your body open to accept him. His mouth still hovers over yours, his breath filling your mouth, the taste of your blood still on your tongue and his as he catches it in his kiss.

“Gods,” he groans as your body begins that journey higher, driven by every thrust inside you, the heat multiplying, the clenching of your every muscle catching all the more on him inside you. “You tight, little, innocent thing…” he pants, “you’re going to be the ruin of me.” You feel his lips twisting, smirking against you, his breath coming heavily now too. His arms on either side of you shake, those hips, his body, driving into you faster. You wrap your legs around his waist, your own instincts taking hold, wanting him deeper, wanting more of him thrusting inside.

He groans as he slides to fill you completely, “Good girl,” he purrs his praises again into your mouth. Groans and thrusts consume you, the slide of his body on yours transports you… until you feel nothing that is not him.

It takes you, that press of his hips, that drag of his cock between your walls, you spill into that climax, the oblivion of twitching heat. Your mouth hanging open to keen. His cock pulls all the harder as your body clenches. Hitching, fucking, slamming with everything he’s got inside you, until he’s groaning too, gasping and whsipering in silken tones just how good you are… how tight and perfect….

You feel him inside you, gripped so hard, pulsing as that slick drips from inside. His hands cradle your cheek again, the full weight of his body lowering, blanketing you, pressing you into the earth. “See… wonderful…” he pants, another kiss against your lips, longer, tender. “Something to cherish between us forever…”

He slips from inside you, making you arch and groan at the release. Your thighs shake, even as he lowers to lay beside you, rolling you to lay in his arms. To rest your head in the crook of his shoulder.

A single finger traces your neck, his head lifting to look down your body beside him. “You see, sweet thing, not a drop of blood… well,” he chuckles, “not yet anyway.” Those smirking lips caress over the throbbing vein in your neck. “I would so love a drink of your not-so-virgin blood now…”

“Yes,” you tilt your head, your voice is sultry, heavy in your throat as you keep your eyes meeting his heavy-lidded gaze. “And then, can we… again?”

His brows raise, delighted, genuine surprise lifting those sharp features of his handsome face. “I would love nothing more,” he croons. “So addicted to me already are you?” A single laugh punctuates his words. “Perhaps this worked out better than I could have imagined,” he speaks, almost to himself, that devious, desirous smirk on his lips for a moment before his fangs bite into your skin.

Drawing that first, no-longer- virgin blood.

[stall1iion]

champions love - four

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y/n.jpg how i pull up to a function after drinking my weight in alcohol 🍷 🥃🍸

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username2 so we all just here after seeing the pictures huh?

⤷username1 right? Like everyone and their mama here 😭🤣

username7 omg she’s watching both Bridgerton and Breakfast at Tiffany’s, she is so real

username5 knowing how she was going last night she’s probably hungover as hell 😭🤣

⤷username6 shit from the few videos we got it looked like she was an infinity pool of just alcohol

⤷username4 I wanna know how max got her back home

username11 Hey y/n, a good remedy to hangovers is to drink ginger tea and eat chicken noodle soup like you're sick! I find that always works for me

⤷y/n.jpg oh my god, trying this now, thank you so much 🙏🏽

landonorris how are you functioning?

⤷y/n.jpg functioning? What’s that?

⤷charles_leclerc i’m surprised you can stand to look at any device

⤷y/n.jpg alright, not too much now

maxverstappen1 did you take the pills i put on the bedside?

⤷y/n.jpg yeah I did, thanks btw

⤷bsf1 wait…wait- pause- y/n answer the group chat

⤷bsf2 so your over at that man’s house again? 😟🤨

y/n.jpg we were discussing next weeks interview

bsf2 yeah girl…stand up, it looks like we netflix and chilling y/n.jpg oooh 😟 yeah no…never that

⤷username1 TEAM BLACK! WE HAVE MOTHER

⤷username3 does this mean we could potentially get black or green flags for Austria?

⤷bsf1 oh no…you done cuddled up with the man…yeah she’s cooked

y/n.jpg why is everyone saying that?? We’re literally like five feet apart? You can’t even see where we are in the picture 😭

⤷lilymhe I propose (demand) we wear our flags to support our queen on Sunday

y/n.jpg your wish is my command 🫡😋

-> Benedict Bridgeton is y/n's spirit animal

-> y/n's friend's are just teasing (hope they don't come off as bitchy) their just tired of her ass (lovingly)

-> y/n had to explain Targaryen's before watching hotd with max so he wouldn't freak out during the incest bits (90% of the show)

-> y/n got to meet sally and jimmy this trip so expect a lot of cat pictures now!

Author's note!

Hey guys! A bit of a short chapter but I do plan on having the next chapter as it will include our girl's debut on the grid and all the interviews, pictures, and ofc written parts! So bear with me until next Sunday! Hope you enjoy!

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༉‧₊˚  CHAMPIONS LOVE ༉‧₊˚

⤷ Following the messy breakup between Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet, Max’s manager comes up with a solution to divert the attention – a fake relationship. His new girlfriend? Two time olympic gold medalist figure skater, y/n for the USA team. Easy? Well...

[joedirtymadre]

Villain Attack

SHOTA AIZAWA X READER! FLUFF! SMUT! (Pretty please send more requests)

You let out a sigh of relief as you stretched back into your seat, finally done grading exams. You heard a knock on your office door, you looked over to see Aizawa standing in the doorway. “Done grading?” He asked. “Yeah, I was afraid I wouldn’t finish before the end of the day,” you smiled. “I see, well… would you like to go grab dinner together? To celebrate completing the first semester?” He asked. “D-Dinner?” Your voice cracked. “Yes! I mean, yes… dinner sounds nice. Just give me 10 minutes to collect my things,” you said. “I will wait for you in the front of the school,” he said as he walked out. “Ok,” you called out.

You stared blankly at your desk. “He invited me to dinner…? He invited me out to dinner!” You squealed as you jumped up and began rushing to collect your things. “He never invited people out! I’m so excited!” you grinned. You’ve developed a small crush since starting here at UA High, but as each day passes it’s been getting harder to keep these feelings at bay. Especially since you’ve found yourself running into him more recently. But either way, this crush will stay a crush there’s no way you’ll jeopardize this friendship. You immediately grabbed your belongings, throwing them in your bag and racing out your office towards the front of the school.

“Hey!” You waved as you ran up to Aizawa. “Did you wait long?” You asked. “No, I just got here a few minutes ago. Had to grab some files to take home,” he explained. “Alright, so where did you plan on having dinner?” You asked as you both began heading towards the gate. “I was in the mood for some cold soba, especially in this heat,” he mentioned. “Sounds like a plan, lead the way!” You smiled. “Sure, mind if we take an alley as a shortcut? I found it a while back,” he said. You shook your head and followed him.

You both slowly walked through the dark alley, “I didn’t realize how late it was,” you mentioned. “Yeah, it’s almost 8. The sun has already set,” he replied. You looked around at the dark and unsettling alley, you tried to keep your composure, but jumped a little when you saw a rat run across the street. “You really walk through here? There’s so many rats…” you said nervously, watching your step. “I don’t usually pass through here this late, I’ve found a few strange characters here while pass-“ his words were cut off.

“Shota~~” someone cooed. You both turned back quickly and noticed a pale woman standing a few feet away from you. “I’m sorry, but do I know you?” Aizawa asked as he clutched onto his scarf. “You don’t know who I am? How can you say that to me? We're lovers! You know that!” The woman yelled. “H-Huh?” You were confused by the situation in front of you. Lovers?? Aizawa and her? You were brought out of your thoughts. 

“I’ve never seen you before,” Aizawa said, but you noticed his posture swayed a little. You shook your head and stood beside Aizawa, of course he wouldn’t lie about something like this. You’ve known him long enough to trust his words. “And you dare let this bitch stand by you? I can’t believe you can betray me so easily!” She cried. You squinted as you noticed her tattered dress, untamed hair, scarred skin. “Who are you?” You called out. 

“Don’t you dare speak to me! I’m obviously his wife, the love of his life! And you’re trying to get in between us!” She growled as she pulled out a dagger from behind her back. You glanced over to Aizawa who now had a hand placed over his temples. “Aizawa?!” You asked nervously. You watched as your friend struggled to stand, his body shook, and his breath hitched. “There’s something wrong with me,” his voice cracked. 

“What did you do to him?” You called out. “Oh that? It’s just his way of showing how much he loves me. My quirk is sort of like an aphrodisiac, only works on men… but that’s fine with me. If it’ll help my sweet Shota realize how much he needs me that’s fine with me,” she cooed. “You’re sick,” you narrowed your eyes.

“Now get away from him! He’s mine! Everything was supposed to go smoothly, but you just had to be here with him! I’ve planned this for weeks!” She stomped. You stared in disgust as you watched her cry. You definitely had to help Aizawa and yourself get out of here and away from this weirdo. 

“I’m warning you now, drop the weapon and put your hands in the air before you get hurt,” you said as you slowly pulled Aizawa’s scarf off of him. He seemed not to notice or care. “Ha! What are you, the police? Get out of the way before I mess up that face of yours,” she grinned. 

You slowly pulled out a chapstick from your bag. “What are you doing?!” The woman cried out as she charged towards you. You jumped out of the way, dodging her blade. Knowing you have little time before she attacks again you tossed the chapstick towards her. “A chapstick?” She asked confused as she stared at the flying object. You snapped your fingers and replaced spots with the chapstick, teleporting in front of the woman.

“Ah!” The woman screamed as she fell back in surprise and used her arms to shield herself. With her being distracted you whipped you then swung your leg around and kicked her as hard as you could, knocking her out. With Aizawa’s scarf you immediately ran over to her to tie her up.

(Quick Quirk Intro: Object Teleportation- (Y/N) can use personal objects to help her teleport across the map, but as long as there’s a personal object left behind, ready to be switched with.)

“Thank god,” you sighed as you rushed over to tie her up with the scarf. Once you finished tying her up you heard footsteps running towards you. “Hey! Are you ok? I saw sparks coming from-“ you looked over to see a hero running over. He froze as he noticed you tying up a woman. “Hey, we’re fine, we got attacked by her and her strange quirk. Make sure you take her in before she wakes up and is able to activate her quirk again,” you said as you stood up. 

“W-What about you and your- oh god we need an ambulance your friend is down!” He said worriedly. “I’ll take him, I’m fine!” You reassured him. “I’m an instructor at UA, we’ll be fine. Just go take her to the police,” you instructed. “I-I understand. Thank you,” he said as he carried off the woman.

You quickly turned towards Aizawa who was now on his knees, shaking uncontrollably. “Aizawa,” you called out, you were about to reach out to him, but… “Stop!” He yelled. You quickly retracted your hand. “Please… don’t touch me right now… It feels strange, I can’t think,” he gasped. “A-Aizawa… then l-let me call an ambulance! Or call back that hero!” You said. “No… just let me… ride it out… I’m fine, please…” he said softly. 

You knelt down beside him, using every nerve in your body to not reach out and help him. “W-What do I do?” You whispered to yourself. You hated seeing him this way… seeing him suffer and all you can do is just sit next to him and watch. Suddenly an idea came to you, “A-Aizawa… we both know this is from that woman’s quirk. The a-aphrodisiac,” you stuttered. “Mm…” he replied. “Well… I-I can help. The effect should w-wear off if I… help…” you felt your ears burn. 

“What are you… trying to… say?” He panted. “Hear me out. I just hate seeing you suffer and you’re under the effects of an aphrodisiac… and I don’t know, but as long as I can help just a little…,” you bit your lip. Regretting everything coming out of your mouth, but also wanting to do everything in your power to help him. “Do you even know what you are saying?” He asked. 

“I d-do…” you blushed. You noticed Aizawa slowly rise up. You watched as he turned to you, his eyes having a dark haze over them. His cheeks have a slight pink hue, his lips bleeding from biting. “W-We’re still near the school… as long as y-you’re ok wi-“ you were cut off by a pair of warm lips smashing against yours. 

Your eyes widened as his lips hungrily took over yours. His hands moving straight to your behind, you gasped, surprised by the sudden touch. “Fuck,” he groaned as he pushed you to a wall, placing both hands on each side of you preventing you from escaping. You took this moment to catch your breath, watching Aizawa as he stared. 

“Are you sure you want to continue?” He asked in a low voice. You bit your lip, too late to back out now. You threw your arms around him, and quickly snapped your fingers. Immediately teleporting you two back home. 

Shota looked around and realized where you two were. “L-Let’s continue?” You asked. He immediately pushed you onto your bed. Then pulling you into a passionate kiss, you gasped as you felt his hands roam across your body. “God you’re making me go crazy,” he said, as he reached for your blouse. “H-Hold-“ but it was too late, he ripped your top apart. 

Leaving you exposed, you immediately moved your hands over your breast. “No bra?” He smirked as he tugged on your locked arms. “My costume has a b-built in o-one,” you blushed. “Ahh,” he smiled slyly. You avoided his dark eyes, but still felt his intense gaze. “Not gonna let me see?” He asked. “U-Umm…” you glanced over and stared at his top. “I see, you don’t want to be alone in the spotlight…” he trailed off. You watched as he quickly pulled off his sweater, causing your mouth to dry. 

You stared at his chest, he’s quite lean, but built. “Never knew you had a staring problem,” he smirked. “I-I don’t!” You squeaked. He chuckled at your reaction, and again pulled on your arms. You slowly removed your arms, leaving your top exposed. A second later his hands moved towards your chest, fondling and kissing them. You bit your lip, not wanting to make too much noise.

He then moved upwards to your neck as he kept his hands busy. Nibbling and sucking at your skin as your hands reached up to his untamed hair. “Shota y-you’re teasing me t-too much,” you whined. “I’m sorry… I was hoping this would be enough… but it’s not,” he whispered into your ear. You felt his fingers glide along the hem of your bottoms, you lifted your hips slightly and helped him remove them. You blushed as you realized how wet you were. 

You let out a squeak as you felt his fingers brush against your folds. “I was afraid we’d need lube, but looks like you’re more than ready,” he smirked as he slowly removed his belt and dropped his pants. Your eyes widened as you saw the sight in front of you. You were definitely going to have to call out tomorrow… 

You moaned as you felt his tip rub up and down your folds. “Fuck…” he whispered. You bit your lip as he slowly thrusted into you. Your nails dug into his arms and arms and you wrapped your legs around him. “Good?” He asked. You took a few more deep breaths before nodding your head. 

You felt his cock slowly pull out before slamming back inside. You threw your head back, shaking from the sudden thrust. This pattern continued, before you knew it you couldn’t hold back your moans any more. “Ha~ Shota~” you let out. All you would hear in response were his rough grunts as he continued to mess up your insides. His arms were covered in scratches. 

His pace quickened, you felt your core heat up. “W-Wait! Wait!” You begged as you tried to push against his chest, but he wouldn’t budge. You soon felt a wave of pleasure rock through your body. “Already?” He grunted. “Slow down! I’m r-really sensitive!” You cried out. “I can tell, you won’t stop squeezing me,” he smirked. He continued to quicken his pace, you felt your body burning with ecstasy with each thrust.

“Fuck… I’m…” you heard him, causing you to wrap your legs tighter around him. “(Y/N),” his breath hitched as he did one final thrust deep inside you. You were then pulled into another passionate kiss, this time more gentle. 

Shota then slowly pulled himself out, leaving you empty. You laid on top of your desk, trying to catch your breath. “Can you walk?” He asked softly. “I-I think so, but give me a second. I’m j-just a bit lightheaded,” you replied. “Let me help you,” he said softly. “H-Huh?” you stuttered as you were lifted into his arms. “Where’s your bathroom?” He asked. You directed him to the restroom and was carried out of the room. 

Later

You both sat in the bath, luckily the tub was large enough for you two to fit. You sat nervously in front of Aizawa, too nervous to lean back into him. “I’m sorry,” you heard, bringing you out of your thoughts. “Huh?” you asked as you turned your head back to face him. “If I was more careful I wouldn't have been caught by that user’s quirk… and I wouldn’t have had to force you into that situation,” he said softly, avoiding your eyes. 

“Shota… did you really think you forced me into that situation?” You asked softly. “Well you said you wanted to help me… if I wasn’t in that position you wouldn’t have offered to do something so drastic,” he replied. You huffed as you flipped your head back around, “I-I wasn’t forced… I- well I mean… I’ve always liked you so… it wasn’t such a bad thing for either of us right?” you asked nervously, feeling your ears burn red. “What?” He asked. “I-I’ve always had… feelings for you… so I wasn’t forced into anything… In fact, it was like… a fantasy came true,” you blushed. “I see…” he trailed off. You flinched as you felt a pair of lips graze your neck, “So you were happy that you got to help me in that sort of way?” He asked.

You could feel his smirk against your skin, “I g-guess…” you replied. “Then in a way I guess my fantasies came true too,” he said softly as he gently kissed your nape. “R-Really?” You asked. “Mmm… maybe that villain’s quirk wasn’t the worst thing to happen,” she said. “I guess not,” you smiled softly as you leaned into him. “Please take care of me from now on,” he said softly as he placed a hand on your chin, causing you to look at him. “Mm-hmm, I will,” you smiled before being pulled into another kiss.

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Hi, I love your writing! I'm not sure if you are doing the erotic horror prompts anymore but if you are, then may I request a Prompt 9 OR 34 with John Wick?

Hi, thank you so much, Anonymous. It means the fucking world to me!!! Allow me to express my gratitude with some predator/prey:

(I know these are supposed to be horror, but I keep turning them into fluff. Please forgive me🥺❤️)

“So, the first rule of self defense is run,” John says, giving her a heavy, doubtful side eye that speaks volumes about his faith in her to do so. 

“Second?” She asks, arms crossed, foot tapping, watching him stalk circles around her like he’s going to drop her at any moment - her heart patters wildly every time she sees his step slow or his eyes move to a vulnerable part of her body, even though she knows that whatever “tells” he exhibits are actually fakeouts and dead ends. Just a way to get her nerves worked up so that she’s taking him seriously.

He stops in front of her, places a finger in the center of her chest, and she knows he could give a little push and she’d be flat on her ass.

But he doesn’t. He smiles. “Hide.”

She rolls her eyes. “The third?” 

“Fight. And -“ he moves his finger against her bare skin, drawing her eyes and attention, then flicks her lightly on the forehead as punishment for falling for it. “Don’t roll your eyes at your superior.”

She rubs the pink mark. “Ow,” she tells him, even though the trick only stung a tiny bit. 

“Now say, “yes, master.”” His eyes light with mischief. 

Every piece of her fucked, masochist body wants to fight him on that if only to earn more brutality for it. But this is supposed to be critical training, even though her trainer isn’t taking it as such.

She figures that she’ll be the determined one, for once, so she tips her head, straightens her shoulders, and says, “yes, master.”

His eyebrow raises behind untamed bangs. “Good.”

“Did you take that from a job orientation class?” She asks him.

“What?”

“At jobs, they use the ‘run, hide, fight’ for active shooters.”

He shakes his head no, but it’s so hard to tell when and if he’s fucking with her…

“Have you ever had a normal job?” She wonders aloud. 

He shrugs. “Then you already have the basics down. Excellent.” He continues circling. “Start small,” he says. “Then, work your way up.” 

She nods, although annoyed with being ignored, continue.

“So, we start with running.” 

She cringes. The mere thought of him watching her run laps is painfully embarrassing. 

Wanting to impress and not kill this before it even gets started, she keeps her mouth shut. 

“I’ll give you a minute head start.” 

Wait, what did he say?

She almost laughs. “We’re racing?”

His grin is worrying. “No, I’m chasing you.” 

In that case, she wants to ask for at least a five minute head start; eyes his thick, long legs. The taut muscle is visible shifting and tensing, even under his baggy sweatpants.  

“You’re going to catch me,” she tells him, wanting to argue about this being unfair. 

“Then you’d better start running,” he replies, flipping his wrist over to check the ticking time. 

“What - where am I allowed to go?” Cool sweat collects at the nape of her neck. 

“Anywhere.” He’s still looking at his watch, waiting patiently. 

“When are we starting?” 

His eyes flit up, glint at her, then focus back on the dwindling time. “Five seconds ago.”

Prickling anticipation drives her to argue. “How is that going to help me? Just running all day so you can keep catching me? Pretty soon I’ll get tired and will just give up and let you catch me.” 

“Oh, that’s what I forgot to mention,” John murmurs.

Anger anxiety cocktail spikes. Forgot to mention? There’s a lot of shit that he’s conveniently forgetting to mention.

“If I catch you, I tickle you.” His grin grows into a sharp-bladed tip.

“John,” she says, voice worried, which delights him. “That is not fair. You’re going to catch me and you can’t just tickle me all day when you do.” 

He’s a reasonable man. He’ll see her issue. She’s valid in her concerns, and they both know it. 

“Yes I can.” 

“Are you serious?!” 

“Uh huh.” He taps his watch face. “Thirty seconds.” 

Her shoes slip on the cushiony matts, landing her on her knees before she can start bolting.

He resists the urge to go to her. Thankfully, she’s not down for long, or else his concern would get the better of him. 

She stands and runs. Up the stairs, already panting and sweating, adrenaline an ache that builds higher the farther away she gets from him. 

Out the door of the gym, down the hallway, trying not to fall again and losing precious time because of it.

She’s in the cold before she knows what she’s doing. Her t-shirt does nothing to cover her from the frost, but fear and physical exertion help her stay warm. 

Down the left block, then ducking through an alleyway, wondering if he’s on her tail by now. 

Blessedly, there’s no snow on the ground, so she’s not leaving any footprints. Also, that means she can go faster and not have to worry about falling. 

She rushes a corner and almost takes out an older man walking his dog, so, of course, she has to stop and profusely apologize.

“It’s fine, dear,” he chuckles.

She pats his friendly Labrador on the head. “Are you sure?” She looks him over, and he seems okay. Her memory says she ran smack dab into his frail frame, but maybe it’s just her psychosis acting up again. 

“I’m alright, dear, where is your coat? Your skin is ice cold.”

“Oh, I left it at home, just going for a jog,” she replies, trying to be casual. 

His fluffy dog pushes a wet nose into her hand and nuzzles her out of more attention.

“This is Sam,” the older man introduces. “He is very friendly.”

“He’s amazing,” she says, using both hands to stroke blonde, cold fur. 

“Are you training for a marathon?” The man asks. “I hear there’s a big one by Macy’s next week.” 

“No. Just exercising.” She smiles up at him, wondering how to politely break this conversation off and save her own ass. 

Behind him, about half a block down, is her pursuer and teacher.

It would be better if he looked disappointed. So, so much better. 

Her hand stills on Sam’s head. 

That expression would be a glare if his mouth wasn’t pulled up at the seams. His eyes of brilliant brown are blown black. Like a shark. No, too intentional to be a shark - it isn’t pure hunger that drives him. 

Gotcha.

Fear is the only thing she’s capable of feeling for a couple of seconds as she forgets what, exactly, is going on while an instinctual and ancient part of her remembers what it’s like to be hunted.

She’s going to feel really bad, later, about turning away from a nice man and his dog without so much as a goodbye and sprinting the opposite direction.

That trepidation just coils tighter the more she runs. She wasn’t built for this. Her legs are too short, her body too pillowy to gain any sort of momentum, her lungs too small for the air required in running. 

It’s nothing but luck and adrenaline carrying her down crossroads and alleys. 

She spares a glance behind her, and almost feels like she’s winning when she doesn’t see John. 

It’s because he’s in front of her. 

At the end of the gravelly side street, lounging lazily on the wall. 

Michael fucking Meyers, that’s what this reminds her of. You never see him moving, but somehow he’s always catching up to you. 

She almost falls again when turning around to dash the other way, but manages to keep a shaky, vertical grip on earth.

John surpasses her, the easy stride of his legs infuriating, and plants himself in her path so that she runs smack into his chest. 

There’s no time to get away. He already has her biceps gripped tight. 

She winces, writhes, glower resembling more of a pout. 

“When you run,” he says, kissing her head with a soft mouth that contradicts his hard grip. “You zigzag. Go every direction. Never in a straight line. Never predictably. You have to not think about where you’re going, but focus wholly on your destination.”

“Helpful tips that I should have known earlier?” She tries, grinning dryly.

He chuckles. “If I just tell you, you won’t learn. Which reminds me: Let’s take you home and get you warm. I owe you some merciless tickling, don’t I?”

“I was hoping you’d forget,” she groans. “Second chance?” 

“You’ll get plenty of chances,” he assures, leading her back to where she came with a big arm wrapped around her shoulders to keep her warm.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello! I'm not sure if your open for requests or not but recently I just watched Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

(I'm pissed at myself for not watching that movie sooner it was amazing)

And I was wondering if I can request a MC who somehow befriends a wild horse that was put in the equestrian club and now they basically have a bodyguard that follows them around

(Horse girlbosses, gaslights, and gatekeeps)

And what would the dorm leaders (or if it's not too much everyone's) reaction to MC's new body guard?

(Btw i love your writing btw 😩👌🏼)

Spirit Stallion Guardian vs Yandere Twisted Wonderland 

Mysteriously coming home with a beautiful stallion in tow the only way Crowley will let him stay is if he stays in the stables. He and everyone soon realizes that latches and chains are no barrier to being by your side. Oddly enough you don’t ride your horse friend as much as your friends would expect, but everyone will soon know that you two are practically inseparable. What should be a wonderful thing for the non-magical prefect proves to be quite troublesome for some, especially the dorm leaders of Night Raven: 

Riddle Rosehearts

“Grrr this stupid mule is utterly untamed! He should be put down!” 

Riddle has a short fuse 

But he’s especially patient when dealing with horses

So it takes a lot before riddle is sure that this horse has it out for him

Kicks his shins

Practically running over him when you come to the stable

Eating his ties 

or grabbing his crown and throwing it a distance away

Crashing his unbirthday parties even when you are not in attendance

But eventually, he snaps, and somehow its in front of you

Perfect for him to be scolded by you for wanting to bring harm to your stallion-friend

He gets really fired up at the mention of your dear Spirit

“Do. Not. Mention that…hazard on four legs! He’s just playing off your tainted view of him I’msojealous”

He gathers the only way to win you is to finally tame this beast

He’s the prodigy of prodigies this will be a small task 

But should he have trouble…taming your guardian 

Well it wouldn’t be bizarre if he left large amounts of chocolate out before your guardian came to trot on his unbirthday party

“That donkey is getting in my way! Off with his head!

Leona Kingscholar

“Seriously? Do you have an actual herbivore to follow you around?! Might as well stick with me if you're going to stoop so low.”

Cheap tricks are done, similar to how Spirit treats Riddle

But Leona is a predator and while he may not be a hunter he can wait long enough

But your dear Spirit is just as smart

Aware of the carnivore’s threat level he ups the ante

Somehow releasing all the other horses from the stable to stampede into the botanical garden…where Leona is sleeping 

But he gets accusing glares/questions when he’s caught trying to use King’s Roar on the horse 

“It was asking for it…but if you feel so inclined to deter me from ever trying this again I could use a living pillow"

When he ultimately gets the true prize of you snuggling up to him 

He still ejects his claws to pierce into the stallion’s behind before getting away

When you do find it, you chalk it up to an injury created in his many escapes

“Man, that is one clumsy herbivore…I say you should get a deadbolt for his stable.”

Azul Ashengrotto

“Oh…it came too.”

He’s not particularly fond or familiar with horses

All he knows is that it's a land animal that's much more powerful than him in this form

Thus he is an obstacle in his love for you

Contracts goading the strongest students and those  with the best access to the stables are flying out of his office

He can’t attack head-on 

Not here anyway

“This really would be so much easier if we were back in the coral sea…wait that gives me an idea!”

Because he can tell when the horse puffs with pride when you leave the Monstro Lounge

Or dismissing yourself to brush the stallion instead of talking to him

He gets your attention in a better way

“It’s a shame your horse can’t come with you to visit our Coral Sea location. So let’s have enough fun for him, shall we?”

Kalim Al-Asim

“That’s so cool! Do you think he can fit on the magic carpet?”

He cannot but Kalim doesn’t mind

He’s plenty friendly and willing to entertain a horse

Especially when it has you smiling like it does

In fact, you’ll come over more if your horse is here right?

So maybe getting your stallion guardian hooked on Jamil’s cooking is a good thing

“Here you are Spirit, have all you want!”

“Kalim! Don’t give him too much sugar!”

“I’m sure it's okay! My pet elephant loves these sugar cubes.”

He doesn’t do much with ill-intent

He loves you more than ever and your pet is just an extension of that

He could never fathom being rivals with such a cute pet

“(Y/n) can we ride on Spirit together? I want to be close to you!” 

Vil Schoenheit

“An equestrian’s wild dream. Perhaps for perfume commercials, maybe even movie-worthy.”

He wants him out 

Maybe it's his flowing locks

Or the majesty that has everyone’s jaws drop when he trots towards you

So he can’t help but compare

“(Y/n). Come. I saw how you brush hair on the stallion, I’ll show you how to do this properly.”

When he feels like ultimately he can’t compete he tries a different method

He’s aware of this horse’s mind and awareness

So he uses that protective instinct against him 

He knows the right people to work with a horse like that

All he has to do is sell the…hay if he would call it that

“Don’t you want to help them..Spirit? Help them raise money for their hovel?”

By the time he’s done, you will be left with him to comfort and your beloved Spirit will be the next show pony

Idia Shroud

“I’ve seen a movie like this somewhere before.”

This is no different than having your bigger extrovert roadblocks friends blocking his way

But he’s also interested because of his favorite movies centered around taming wild horses

He’s smitten anyway with the sight of you in that position

He only really gets annoyed when Spirit takes a direct attempts to stop him

“Uhm S-spirit c-can you move…Please!?”

He gets irritated real quick when he finds that the times he’s courageous enough to face yourimmaculateperfect you is being thwarted by the horse

Don’t stop him 

When Ortho starts up with a horse tranquilizer 

Idia’s not all that keen to stop him 

Even going so far as to purposely word out his desire before conveniently leaving his AI brother to make the decision 

“Hishishishi, to think you thought you could get in the way of me and my love interest! Ha, now you’re going to be pulling some wagon or maybe becoming an experiment!...(Y/n) is mine. I have enough normies leeching off of them, already.”

Malleus Draconia

“Your stead is awfully valiant and especially brave to guard you against me.”

The way he says it makes it sound like one of those weird comments he just says

But he’s genuinely upset

He already feels like he doesn’t get to spend time with you enough 

And now he has to share with a spoiled horse you don’t even invite him to ride on

“You don’t ride it? What good is it if it doesn’t have a use? I could give you a ride and so much more…”

This is one of the only times he wishes this animal was scared off by him 

To see you out late at night with this beast instead of him

It’ll be a shame when a random thunderstorm is burning the Night Raven stables

Specifically, the one that your dear Spirit is in

“My condolences for your stead; shall I accompany you in your grieving process. I will no doubt be more than enough than that thing could ever have been.”

[sassenashsworld]

Actual works on Ao3

Smut challenge

Don't read if you are not a consentant adult

Deacon :

He prolongs the kiss as she want, his lips moving against hers with a tenderness that belies the possessiveness of his grip on her. He lets his tongue sweep into her mouth, tangling with hers in a slow, sensual dance.

Hancock :

"Oh, and Bitch," he mocks, "Next time, come to the State House directly, and maybe I will show you how is it to make love."

She watches him walk away with a mixture of anger and satisfaction. She knows damn well that he’s won this round, that he’s completely and utterly dominated her. But at the same time, she can’t help but feel a sense of pride for being able to make him break his control like that.

Notes about it :

I have study both a little more deeper, to be able to to see what might be beneath these men, beneath their public actions

I doesn't read a lot of smut--all kind of NSFW work about them, and I wanted to give it my own interpretation

About Deacon, I had come to the conclusion that if he was about to give in for anyone, he would do it all, passionately, without restraint of his soul, but with such a tenderness that the clown doesn't shows like in any other part of his life. Other than that, he has to be a mixture of all he is, all he shows and all he hides.

I mean, he is sneaky, and it's it takes some attention, a minutie to the details, a self-control that an impulsive person CAN'T have. And that's why when he should finally love, he love all, he give it all, with sweetness, tenderness in his passion.

But also, he give it all and wait nothing less from his partner. Under the intimacy, the door closed, she/he/them shouldn't even a single THOUGHT for anyone else but him. He is all for she/he/them, they should be all for him.

I then worked it about a mixture of it all; possessiveness, tenderness, control and abandon.

As for Hancock....

Oh, the blast!

Because, while I haven't delved far into the smut works of others, I have read a lot of fanfic, comments, analyses, and headcanon on Tumblr and elsewhere.

Overall, in the intimacy, Hancock is delicate, soft, and subjugated. The man has fallen hard and cannot believe he is love, therefore he acts as if the earth SoSu walks on is a divine surface to embrace.

And that wasn't where I wanted to go.

I wanted to portray that he was dangerous, something to be afraid of. This Mayor, the King of Zombie, is domineering and merciless.

The background is not love, but sex, and harsh sex, from enemy to lover, enticing Sosu into his dominance.

And that was extremely enjoyable.

Hancock, the Mayor before Fo4, was a bold, untamed man who let no one mock him.

And Sosu--Nora--learns a hard lesson here about thinking she can play with him.

Soon on your screens on Ao3 in my work A smut for a Companion

[vamqyr3]

hello i have a request for u since u asked so nicely in ur post,

and yes it’s gaz i’m a whore for gaz

sub!gaz x dom!reader??

gaz tied to the bed and the reader with an ice cube??

just a thought i had while reading a gaz nsfw alphabet

↳ KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK // STAY FROSTY. ❆

CW// TEMPERATURE PLAY, RESTRAINED, ANAL FOR LIKE 3 SECONDS, NO PLOT, DENIAL, ECT.

NOTES// I usually only write for sub reader. BUT YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT ANON, SO REAL.

He’s licked it smooth, messily. The spit is warm on your fingers, dripping down onto his abdomen. The flat side stripes up his tummy, circling around his padded nipple and trailing off. He’s shocked with every touch, shaking against the head board, wiggling under his blindfold. You take the perky cube in your teeth and slide it to his other. He rounds off the bed, nudging his naked half over you and chewing at his plush lip. The tips of hair you left untamed begin to stick together with slick and you’re neatly placed between Gaz’s broad legs, forcing them wide. You can hear hints of whines with every circle. A chunk of you urges to part his teeth, tap at his tongue and choke him on your finger tips. Make him wet your palm and spread the slobber all over his textured skin.

It’s rounded, small and active, a pebbled pillar of lust. You strain under his thighs and straighten up to look back at him. The ice trails lower, following the forms of your hand. You actively dodge his dick, spooning it around the skinned curve of his crotch. He’s pleading simple ‘no’s’ and circling his hips into your touch. The thumb of your right hand parts his ass a divide. A bright water line shoots down from the ice and curves around under him. Gaz is vibrating with pleasure, fear, anticipation. He’s not only scared of your next move, but anticipates its nastiness. The thing follows your hand, circles his hole and makes the man hiccup. He has a habit of interchanging words, whereas no should mean yes. Asking you frantically, “no, wait, stop babe, please.”

You force it in, wet residue kissing your fingers as you follow it in. He’s jerking and snapping against the pebble, clenching hard to force back it’s glacial touch. The only thing he can do is cry, your hitting, hard, at his rich lavish skin to shut it up.

Whatever’s left on your fingers you smear over him, waters lining your clothes. His muscle strains as you palm his thigh and push his left knee to the sky. He’s wide and spread, you watch the slobber and icy melt dribble of out him. Hear his sporadic sobs and coughs. Your knee keeps his bent leg to the ceiling, hands now flattened around his lower abdomen and curving round his hardy hips. You should switch, make him watch you carry the same routine, Make him tongue fuck it out, force him by the back of his head to stick it back in. Drink it’s heated remains.

You graze his underside, beginning to hump him up into the air. He pulses with every push. The rubs are slow, just enough to tease a few drops of slaty water out of him. You watch as the cube forces its way out. Straining against his clutch, slowly falling down his person and landing under to you. You trash it, leave it to melt.

Another one splits under your teeth. You’re pushing yourself to meet Gaz, placing it lightly on his bottom lip and sliding it in with a kiss. He moans in dissatisfaction, shifting it around in his mouth. You pull away, soon after feeling the frigid tip poke your mouth as he blows it out. With a wrinkled nose you snap back into him, throwing it back and chewing at his cracked mouth.

“I said take it,” he can’t do anything but swallow down on the tasteless still. Your palms force against his chin, nails digging into his jaw to split it open, other hand grabbing for the glossy thing. It reached his crotch again, your knees now at his side to prop you high above his tanged and musty figure. The ice numbs your insides. Lolling your eyes back you push it deep between your bubbly clutch, chasing it with his wobbly tip. His sighs spike in pitch, oh-so sensitive to the tag team abuse of chilling Ice and warm gripping walls.

You fuck yourself on both, using your man to push the cube impossibly high. The mattress clicks around you. Knees to bob you off his wet crotch. Cold water slips down your legs, sending shockwaves to your head. He’s pleading with you, begging you no, asking you a stop. It’s a dark contrast, you angle your hips oddly to rub into it. The sensations are overloading your nerves, searing them at the ends and only leaving ghosts of pleasure. You could care less to listen to Gaz, you use him to chaise the freezing block.

You’ve had your fill, unsticking what’s left of him and using his head to wildly rub at your clit. The ice sloshes out, hole clenching on hot air. It lands with a slap on his crotch. Casing him another full body shiver and aching twitch.

Spooning it up you grab his dick. Scrubbing the ice over his pre spilling tip, palming the rest with the same. He’s open mouthed and twitching, gargling hiccups and spit. Whatever is lost to heat helps your hands massage over him. He’s red and bruised, privy to scrape of your index and thumb. Wide and exposed, forced to struggle and swallow, gulp down any pleas and like whatever you force. By the moments pass he becomes more and more undone, liquid pooling by the base. Your lips meet his helpless tip, drinking down his sour taste. Soon after he’s breathing a hopeless song. Warning you of his imminent undoing. His delicate head leaves your mouth, fingers doubling to send him reeling with delight. You latch your hand, hard a strong, at the base of him. Plugging back his load, physically holding back the rest of his cum. Some nudges between your hold, shooting over and down his side. Lips move to catch it, mouth dancing around his breathless motion. And you won’t let up. Not till you’re good and satisfied.

[tuxedoprincess]

set me free by akb48 lyrical analysis

this is one of many songs sakura was center in during her time in akb48... it's very fitting for her

i've decided that this song is sang from the perspective of a girl who is in love with another girl who is not openly gay. throughout the song, she's reassuring her that regardless of the situation, she still wants to be with her.

bold and italicized will be the lyrics, normal text will be my take on it.

I don’t mind

If you don’t mind, I love you

right off the bat she's telling the girl that she does not mind being in a relationship with her, even if it has to be under wraps if she hasn't come out yet.

Oh, What to do?

it's kind of a dilemma. they're in love, yes, but what do you do when one of you is out and the other isn't?

To be in love with someone

Isn’t that big of a deal

she's reassuring her girl that there really isn't anything wrong with them being together or being gay, even if other people think so, she's saying it's really not something other people should worry about. they know it's not a big deal, but does the world around them know that?

To let my own feelings develop

Straightforwardly, then express it

Even if I think about this and that

You can’t persuade a woman

she and the girl have gone back and forth between determining if they should be in a relationship, perhaps the girl is thinking of all the reasons why they want to be together, or maybe the "you can't persuade a woman" is just a nod towards her girl being stubborn

So just do it, rather than rely on words

What do you think?

why go back and forth about this when you both want it?

Set me free! Set me free!

her lover wants to be with her. she wants to be out. she wants to be free. i take this part in the song to be her begging for that while the rest is from the perspective of the other girl

There’s no procedures in feelings (Want you!)

there are no rules for love, there's no rule that you have to only like men or only like women, or that you must like men if you're a woman

Love Love Love Let me love you!

she (the narrator) is begging the girl to let her love her, to let her be her girlfriend. she doesn't care about any of the obstacles, if she's out or not, it doesn't matter, she just wants her.

Totally bold (Want you!)

Hey! Girl!

Hey! Girl!

if hey girl isn't enough proof that this is gay then... idk man

Are you going to say no?

simple. she's given the girl all her reasons, she's explained that she wants to be with her no matter what. even if the circumstances aren't ideal, she doesn't care, so... what does her girl think?

If you’re untamed, I’ll tame you, but

I can’t make a move with you watching

Once you see the real me

And smile, it’s over

...idk how to interpret this part i'm gonna be so honest. if you have any ideas lmk

10 seconds, 1 minute, going on like this

Luck will never come

the "right time" (for her to come out, for them to be openly gay without any fear, etc) will never come, so why bother waiting?

So I’ll knock just a little

Hold your hand!

by "knocking a little" she's pushing the girl to do something a little more affectionate, a little more romantic together; holding hands

Upside down, messy is good

are the circumstances ideal? no. but do they really care? no. they're together, they love each other, things might not be perfect, but they have each other... maybe the messiness isn't so bad? (the course of true love never did run smooth!!)

There are no rules in love (Miss you!)

again, no rules in love, you don't have to like men if you're a woman, she's reassuring her girl of that and that there's nothing wrong with them being together and/or loving each other

Kiss Kiss Kiss, hesitating

she wants to kiss her b/c of course she does but the other is hesitant to do any sort of affectionate activities with her, especially physical ones (like kissing mentioned here, hand holding as mentioned in the other verse) for the reasons stated above

So you won’t notice (Miss you!)

Hey! Girl!

Hey! Girl!

gay.

It’s up to you

she knows that no matter what, whether they start a relationship or not is up to the girl, and she wants her to know that as well

Let’s hurry up a little like this

With this midway love

Regretting Night & Day

they're wasting time and neither of them like that. they both love each other, they know they love each other, but they're still not *officially* together, and each day that goes by like this is a day wasted and they both live with that regret each day

So, what shall we do here?

Fall in love?

Kiss?

Do it now?

Or ignore it?

she's asking her girl what she wants to do. does she want a relationship? does she want to be her girlfriend? does she want to be affectionate? does she want it now even if she's not out? or should they just ignore it if they can't be open about it?

Even if I talk about love

I can’t persuade you

she could talk about loving her all day every day but that won't ease her concerns about being together

Who cares about reason

We just have to do it

So let’s be foolish!

the other girl decides she's ready. who cares if there are obstacles? doesn't matter if you have each other.

...

the song ends with the chorus, which i've already dissected. if "hey girl" and "kiss kiss kiss [...] want you" wasn't enough enough proof that this song is about lesbianism then idk man. ummm sorry if there are typos i started this at 2am and i'm just now proofreading it

[oohnotvery]

Throwing Good After Bad (Chapter 5)

Scully

Scully holds her hand over her mouth to stifle another yawn, rolling her eyes when Mulder sends her a knowing little wink. By her estimation, she only got about five hours of sleep, and all of it was spent on a recliner that left her with an achy back and shoulders.

Joe had been a perfect gentleman about sleeping arrangements and actually insisted he take the recliner when she indicated she planned to sleep there. But she liked the freedom the recliner gave her, the ability to move around the cabin after-hours without his notice.

But she can’t deny that he looks far more well-rested than she does this morning. He, Evan, and Grace—the Black Sands member—are leading the pack on their morning hike up the ridge. Lydia trails behind them, followed by a bleary Mulder, who keeps stopping to wait for Scully catch up.

“You feeling okay?” he asks as she stops to stretch her neck for the hundredth time. He glances up the trail before placing a large, warm palm on her spine and squeezing gently.

She shrugs and rubs at her eyelids, which feel like they’re encrusted with sand. “Didn’t sleep well,” she grumbles, “and there was no coffee in our cabin this morning.”

Mulder seems to brighten at that. “You’ll have to stop by ours tomorrow then. We’re pretty well-stocked, considering.”

She yawns loudly and nods, shading her eyes with a hand. “How much longer, do you think?”

He frowns. “Half an hour?”

She can tell he’s lying by the way he studiously avoids her gaze and she groans. “All of this for a waterfall.”

“Waterfalls are beautiful, Scully,” he counters, urging her forward with a hand at her back. “And you know, many of rarest species of water nymphs are said to be found in waterfalls—”

“So help me God, Mulder,” she grumbles irritably before starting the arduous trek uphill, the morning sun roasting her fragile skin. A few minutes later, they’ve caught up with the rest of the group, who have taken a seat in the shade and are sharing water bottles and snacks.

“There you are, Danielle,” Joe says with an expectant grin, extending a hand.

Forcing a warm smile, Scully takes his hand and lets him drag her down to sit beside him. He offers her a banana, which she declines with a shake of the head. Out of the corner of her eye, she watches as Mulder gingerly sits beside Lydia, his entire body rigid with uncertainty. She’s not sure she’s ever seen Mulder as out-of-his-depth as he has been around the poor girl. It’s rare to see Mulder shy and fumbling, when normally he goes through life with a disarming amount of charm and coquetry.  

Evan gestures up the trail, interrupting her thoughts. “Another hour or so til our final destination,” he announces with a hearty grin, and beside him, Grace nods knowingly.

She is pretty in an earthy, unfiltered way. Against her long, untamed, sun-bleached hair and freckly skin, her bright blue eyes are piercing. Her body is lithe and lean—a runner’s form, or maybe a swimmer’s—and her face is free of products or makeup. She can’t be older than twenty, Scully estimates.

“So, Grace,” Mulder interrupts, the confidence in his voice a stark contrast to the uncomfortable way he sits with Lydia. “Tell us a little about your community. Did you grow up on this island?”

Grace gives a short, polite nod. “My parents came here in 1973,” she explains, “from California. Our people have lived on this island for over a century, but the biggest wave came in the sixties and seventies. My brothers and I grew up here. They left a few years ago, but I’ve stayed.”

That piques Scully’s interest. “Oh? Do people regularly leave the island?”

Grace shifts in her seat. “It’s not unheard of for people to leave the island,” she says after a time. “Our way of life isn’t for everyone.”

Mulder shoots Grace a soft, warm smile that Scully recognizes from witness interviews. There he is, she thinks. There’s the confident, charming Mulder I know. “What is your way of life?”

Grace hesitates briefly, glancing at Evan. “We live off the land. We import a few items from the continent, but mostly we grow or farm our own food and materials.”

“And do you have any sort of government? Laws, that kind of thing?” Mulder asks casually, reaching into the snack pile to pick up a banana, as if he couldn’t be less interested in Grace’s answer. But he’s pressing hard for information, and Scully wonders whether the girl will shut him down soon.

Grace’s lips twist into a sort of smile at his question. “You’re Floyd, right?” she asks, and Mulder nods. “Not many outsiders are this curious about the Black Sands.”

“Or maybe they are, and they just aren’t bold enough to ask,” he says with a fiendishly charming wink.

Grace blushes and drops her head while Scully suppresses an eyeroll. It’s both entirely in character and just as unbelievable of Mulder to flirt with this woman.

“We have community leaders, yes,” she finally answers, “and a council composed of elders. We’re actually in a period of transition now, though.”

Mulder cocks his head curiously, encouraging her to continue.

“We’ve recently experienced quite a significant loss,” Grace says, her eyes flickering briefly to Evan. “The grandchildren of our two community leaders, Jules and Harlan, drowned at the beach while swimming a few weeks ago.” She swallows hard and at her side, Evan fiddles with his water bottle, his eyes never straying from the ground.

“I’m so sorry,” Lydia pipes up, her voice edged with unmistakable sympathy. Scully and Joe nod their condolences.

“That must have been terrible,” Mulder agrees, and he takes Lydia’s hand in his, squeezing it. For all the world, he looks like a husband moved to great compassion. Lydia glances up at him in surprise and Scully notices a faint blush rising to the other agent’s cheeks. Interesting.

“It was horrible,” Grace says with a nod. Her blue eyes pierce the group with a sudden intensity. “A small group of people think the Black Sands are being punished.”

Evan, who has been silent throughout this entire discussion, suddenly sits up straighter, his gaze turning on Grace.

“Punished?” Scully asks, unable to keep silent.

Evan clears his throat and starts to gather the snacks, stuffing them noisily down into his backpack.

“We should probably get moving,” he says loudly, glancing over at Grace meaningfully. The girl colors slightly and nods, rising to her feet and dusting off her clothes.

Mulder jumps up too and turns to help Lydia to standing. He gives Scully a quick look and as Evan starts heading up the trail, Mulder reaches out and grasps Grace’s arm. The girl turns and quirks an eyebrow.

“Punished for what?” he asks, his voice low and quiet.  

Grace glances up the trail at Evan’s back and then looks down at her dirty shoes. She gives a solemn little smile and shakes her head. “It’s complicated.”

Mulder’s eyes flicker to Scully’s briefly. There’s something odd about Evan’s behavior, that’s clear. She makes a mental note to keep an eye on him.

“I’m so sorry,” Lydia says, catching Grace’s gaze. “That must have been awful for such a close-knit community.”

Grace nods sadly as they begin to start up the trail together. “We have a festival coming up, actually, our biggest of the year. To celebrate new beginnings.”

Up ahead of them, Evan’s head turns and if Scully isn’t mistaken, he shoots Grace an irritated glare. “Hey, Grace! I can’t remember which way we head from here. A little help?”

The girl’s blush deepens and she shoots them an apologetic glance before trotting up to take the lead. Mulder and Scully hang back a bit, eyeing each other knowingly. Scully can see his mind racing with possibilities and is desperate to pull him aside and unpack what just happened.

But Joe and Lydia are already ten steps ahead of them, and Scully knows she and Mulder can’t keep closing themselves off from everyone else.

One thing is for certain, though, she thinks as she gestures for Mulder to follow her up the trail. Evan knows a lot more than he’s letting on.

[bbcphile]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better:

Thanks for the tag, @eirenical!

3 Ships You Like: Only 3?! Decisions decisions! Well, Feihua (and difanghua) have to be included, obviously, and I guess Wangxian should be there, too. I can’t decide who to list for the 3rd spot, so here are the main contenders: Horatio Hornblower/Archie Kennedy (and also with William Bush), Hualian, and Weilan.

First Ship Ever: I was weirdly late to shipping, or at least contemporary pop culture shipping? I was pretty invested in Elizabeth Bennett and Mr Darcy and also Elinor Dashwood and Edward Ferrars in middle school, but it didn’t really devour my brain the way ships do now. Honestly, I think it was Horatio Hornblower and Archie Kennedy back in college, although it took some friends explaining to me why they read it as romantic (laughing and smh at past!me), and a rewatch of the entire series wearing my new shipping goggles for me to go “OH!” like they do in fic, lol. I didn’t get into fic until much later (thanks, @bifilthatonthatseson!) 

Last Song You Heard: Heather Dale’s “The Hunter” has been playing on loop in my head since I woke up this morning, but I just put on The Amazing Devil’s “Inkpot Gods,” so I guess I’ll list both. :D 

Favourite Childhood Book: I passionately loved the Ramona Quimby books when I was little, but I don’t really remember anything about them anymore, and Matilda was probably the other most important kid’s book for me growing up. (It all felt very relatable to young me, and I kept waiting for my powers to come in. Pity it doesn’t work like that!) If YA books read in adulthood count, I’d have to say the Song of the Lioness series; I read it in grad school (thanks for this, too, @bifilthatonthatseson) and it rewired my brain in INCREDIBLY important ways.

Currently Reading: I’m in between books right now, but I most recently finished Freya Marske’s A Power Unbound (volume 3 of the “Last Binding” Trilogy) and it was INCREDIBLE. Next up is Xiran Jay Zhao’s Iron Widow, which I’m very excited about. 

Currently watching: I’m in the middle of The Lost Tomb 2; I temporarily petered out because it’s been awhile since Wu Xie and Xiaoge were in the same scene and I am very much watching it for them (and Xiaohua, who also hasn’t been on screen in awhile), but I’m going to go back to it soon. Other than that, I’m rewatching “I am Nobody” with @sufficientlylargen, “The Untamed” with @sufficientlylargen, @loryer496 and another non-Tumblr friend, “Destined” with @fionatlux and a different non-Tumblr friend, and watching “Luoyang” for the first time with the latter non-Tumblr friend. :D 

Currently consuming: Nothing atm, but I’m about to make some of the lavender tea that @slangerogkatter recommended! It’s very good!

Currently craving: Bubble tea and a croissant. (But tragically, I’m not near any gluten-free bakeries, so no croissant for me! I could probably do something about the bubble tea, though!)

Tagging:

@the-surreptitious-albatross @howdaretrashships @momosandlemonsoda @enbysaurus-rex @wuxia-vanlifer @thesilversun @fealiniel @nutcasewithaknife @helendamnationx

(But no pressure if you don't want to do it! Also, anyone who wants to should consider themselves tagged!)

[bluiex]

I can't keep things brief. Enjoy 1 of possibly 3 shroom stories to come, but please remove my username!

Bdubs has the braincell.

Scar drops by to be an ass.

Mumbo is sad.

If you're following the Father Spore AU, you already know what you're in for.

- 🩸 (slightly different emoji since I'm submitting this from my computer)

“I say we blow ‘em all up.”

Mumbo’s head sank further into his hands, combed black hair parting untamed between fingers.

“Scar’s gettin’ more aggressive. He already took down the entire science facility, killed a bunch of people and turned Cub. And now he’s got Grian! We’re running outta options here!”

“Grian is not gone yet!” the mayor pounded his fist on the desk. “And we will not resort to blowing up the shopping district just because we haven’t found the cure yet!”

“The cure IS blowing up the shopping district, genius!” Bdubs growled and leaned over the desk challenging his boss. “Shoot the laser, send the antifungal, and watch ‘em dry up. You asked Grumbot for a plan and that’s the one he gave us. So do it!”

Mumbo’s dark eyes glared back, but his lip quivered under the advisor’s gaze. His facade chipped apart like broken machinery, emotions falling back into disarray.

“I can’t do it, Bdubs. I can’t. I can’t kill him after we’ve recovered so many others. He just has a different strand of the infection! Something we haven’t cultured a strong enough drug for yet. If you’d just give me more time to-”

“Time to what? Let the dead scientists keep working? Ask Cub for some skulk? Scar crippled us when he infected the lab and we’re all outta time.” He pulled out his pocket watch for added emphasis.

The golden sheen reflected movement outside the room. Mumbo glanced behind him to see Grian stumbling through the hall in a trance.

“Grian wait!”

The words fell on deaf ears as Mumbo rushed forward, Bdubs on his heels. Grian pushed the door open and a gust of heavy, wet air swept inside of town hall. An overcast gray sky groaned with rain. Wind whipped the once diamond studded trees until their leaves blew off and fell at the foot of a certain man in a purple vest.

“Afternoon Mumbo, Bdubs!” He waved, pulling one hand off his cane. “Lovely day for a stroll isn’t it?”

Mumbo gripped Grian’s arm to hold him back, but the bird wasn’t moving. Instead, he stared lovingly at the monster before them, eyes heavy with purple fog. His wings drooped and fanned out behind him in a display of submission. Fans of shelf fungi peeked out from between his dull feathers and clouds of spores fell out as he puffed them gently.

“Mister mayor! Get away from him!” Bdubs yanked Mumbo back and knocked the sticky pollen off his hands. Despite his size, he manhandled the mayor until Mumbo’s arms were pinned behind his back.

“Grian! Bdubs, stop! You cant’-!Grian!!!”

The words didn’t have much meaning coming from his lips. Scar chuckled and tapped his cane on the pavement.

“Just thought I’d stop by to give you a referendum.” He purred. “The Mycelium Resistance is ready to strike. You have until Friday to submit and join us because on Saturday we’ll be busy celebrating our victory. But I’m not saying this as a threat! Oh no, no, no. Quite the opposite in fact! This is an opportunity for you!”

“You really should listen, Mumbo.” Grian sighed dreamily. “If only you could know this wonder, this feeling of… connection. Pleasure. Love…”

Father Spore hummed in agreement.

“As my sweet sporeling said, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I take good care of my children. You’ll have everything you could ever want or dream of. The Mycelium welcomes all and only grows on you.” He smirked at his own pun. “I know that you miss him, Mumbo. He’s such a pretty thing. But as you see, he’s come to his senses. Come along now Grian.”

Mumbo struggled helplessly watching the bird descend the stairs and run happily into Father Spore’s embrace. Grian nuzzled against Scar’s vest affectionately, breathing in deeply the scent of earth, moisture, and sweet tinges of lust that floated off him.

“So beautiful,” Scar mused, idly running his hand through Grian’s unkempt, mushroom-laced wings. Green eyes locked with Mumbo’s and Scar slid his hand down Grian’s back, making a show of caressing his ass. Grian moaned at the touch and rocked against Scar’s hips.

“So close to perfection, my songbird. I can’t wait to fill you again; hear you beg and plead for more of Daddy’s cock…”

“BASTARD!”

Scar snickered while Bdubs gripped the mayor tighter.

“This is what peace looks like,” he said calmly, snaking his arm around Grian’s waist. “Join us Mumbo, or I’ll make that incident at the lab look like a birthday party compared to this Friday. You have five days.”

Father Spore turned on his heel and walked away with Grian held lovingly at his side.

“Mumbo! Mumbo! It’s okay! Stop listening to him! Calm down!”

The mayoral assistant was having a hard time restraining the thrashing mayor.

“Okay?! He’s being bloody kidnapped! And if you don’t let go of me this instant, Grian’s going to be-”

“Grian is GONE your mayorship! Didn’t ya see how he waltzed right into Scar’s arms? There’s nothing left! His brain’s turned to soup!”

The mayor looked on as the pair turned out of sight and vanished. A single, shoddy feather blew across the pavement before the wind carried it away and the hush of rain fell over the shopping district. He was gone. He was gone. Mumbo knew it, but his tongue refused to admit it.

When his struggles died down, Bdubs slowly let go and placed a hand on Mumbo’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, mayor. I really am sorry...”

He wanted to respond to Bdubs, he really did, but instead Mumbo’s trembling legs gave up and sank to his knees on the concrete porch.

Gray noise filled the world and his thoughts alike.

[abbatoirablaze]

Just Ben, Chapter 10

Word Count:  1k

“I’m not leaving you again!” you whimpered, holding onto Ben’s face, “I can’t.  I won’t…I-“

“I have to take care of Homelander, Adelaide…and you have to get our baby girl!” he said quickly.  He pressed a firm kiss to your lips, and you all but melted against his touch, “he’s not our son, Adelaide.  He’s just one of Vought’s science experiments!”

“Ben-“

“ADELAIDE!  Listen to me, damn it!” he growled, his chest starting to light up.

“What are you going to do, huh?” you taunted, sniffling, “are you going to kill me?  Are you going to kill me like you’re planning on killing Payback?”

“it’s already done!”

Your breath caught in your throat, “Wh-what?”

“The only one left is Noir…okay?” he said simply, “they’re all dead…”

“Countess?  Gunpowder?  Mind-“

“Didn’t you hear me?” he growled, getting angrier, “I took care of them.  Countess.  Burned to a crisp.  Those fucking jackals that want me to hunt Homelander down helped with m-“

“Gunpowder helped me.”

“Admittedly, I didn’t touch that little shithead!” he rumbled, “but the boys took care of him before they even got to me…”

“Ron…he-“

“Was the weak link to begin with,” he grumbled, “he knew where everyone was hiding out though.  So that’s how they got their information.”

“So what’s your plan, huh?” you asked, “you’re just going to go after Noir…kill him?  Then kill our son?”

“We didn’t raise him, Adelaide…they stole him from us!”

“And I didn’t get to raise Victoria…but I won’t-“

“You won’t what?  Let me kill the rigid little weakling who stole my team out from under me?” he hissed angrily, “won’t let me go kill the little pissant that should’ve been aborted in the first place?  Homelander isn’t supposed to be here, Adelaide.  He’s a bastard abomination who-“

“He saved my life before I was shipped off to Russia…”

His breath hitched, “what?”

“At first I thought it was a dream…I’d had it so many times, that I thought it was my mind making it up,” you admitted sadly, looking at him, “but remember there being a power outage…and me managing to make it out of the box they’d had me in down in medical.  I fought my way through a few rounds of guards…I made it to a hallway when someone hit me in the back of the head.  Down the hall I could see him, Ben…I saw him.  I called out for him…”

“He couldn’t have been much help if you ended up in Russia with me…”

“He attacked the person that hit me…he told them to leave me alone and he tried get me out of the labs,” you admitted, “We almost made it out, and then the building went on lockdown.  A gas came out from the vents.  Even his lasers couldn’t make it through the door.  He tried to shield me from it, but it knocked us both out…that was the last thing I remembered before you waking me up…”

His jaw tightened, “he’s your son…it was his responsibility to protect you.”

“Ben…please…he’s our son.”

“You worry about Victoria…” he said firmly, “find our daughter…and I’ll worry about Homelander.”

“Ben, promise me…”

“Wait…Victoria?” You turned, hearing the voice of the young man that you’d met named Hughie.  You nodded, “your daughter’s name is Victoria….Victoria what?”

“They put her under my sister’s married name….her name should be Victoria Neuman…do-do you know her?”

Hughie looked at the other man with wild hair and an even more untamed beard, “oh ye’ve got to be fuckin’ kiddin me.”

Ben’s jaw tightened as he looked between the two men he’d brokered a deal with, “you two know my kid?”

“Of course she comes from the two of them” Hughie sighed, a hand running through his hair.  You took a few steps towards the young man, and he stepped back, “look lady, if she came from you and him, I don’t want to know what kind of powers you have?”

“She’s got powers?” you asked nervously, your heart racing.

“She’s the fucking cunt who’s been poppin’ heads like they’re pills and she’s a right junkie for em,” the other man commented, “the fuck do you do then, huh?  Got a right family of fuckin psycho’s that your pushin out for Vought, huh?”

“Watch your language,” Ben growled, immediately stepping between you and the two young men, “Adelaide is-“

“The mother of two of the most psychotic supes out there!” Hughie finished, cutting Ben off, “you’re Homelander and Victoria��s mom?”

“Do-do you know where my daughter is?”

“Hughie here works for the right cunt!”

“Take me to her….” You begged, pushing past Ben, “I-I need to get to my daughter. I need to see her. I need to explain-”

“I-I can’t,” he said quickly, shaking his head, “we have to take care of Homelander, and-“

“Tell us where our fucking daughter is,” Ben growled, glaring at the young man, “or so help me god, Homelander won’t be the only one with a whole through his chest.”

“Ey, back off prick!” the other man scolded, “we’ll take you to ‘Omelander…and Hughie here will write down where you can find your other little psycho so your little wife ‘ere can retrieve her.  Okay?”

“Ben…”

“Go find our little girl,” he said yet again, gently nudging you away from himself, “we’ll find each other again…we always do.”

You looked between the young men and the man that you loved.  Your heart ached at the thought of being away from him yet again, but you had to find your daughter.  You rushed him, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips.  He wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to feel just how much he truly didn’t want to let go of you. 

It was the little tells...the little reminders that the two of you really did love one another. The way he held you, almost as if he let go, he knew that the two of you wouldn't find one another again. He breathed in your scent like it was the only thing he desired more than the air he needed to breathe.

“Do you promise?” you asked breathlessly, when you broke away from the kiss, “promise that we’ll find each other again?”

“Always and forever doll!”

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4, 5, 6, 11, 14, and 30 😌💕

Okay I promise I didn’t forget I just planned on typing this out on my computer which decides to work only on occasion so here was are 💓

4. what flower would you like to be given?

Oh I love any and all flowers but I think some specific ones would be carnations, daisies and dahlias 🌸 if one could gift cherry blossoms that would be ideal

5. who do you feel the most you around?

ah that’s easy: you, cas, my friend from work, and a friend from high school! I feel at home with a lot of friends but the ones I know can keep my heart safe (and I know whose hearts I will also keep safe) are you guys so shout out to the homies 💓

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)

Ah this is hard, let’s see… three physical is that I love my eye color (hazel and yes I do make it my entire personality), my hands are good bc I can hold my loved ones, aaaanndddd my hair color I really really love my natural hair color

As for non-physical I love that I take care of loved ones, which is a bit of a double edged sword bc I know I have the tendency to care for others more than myself but I just like making sure everyone is okay and happy! I also think I can be a pretty good writer if I give myself space to do so, and third one is that I make some mean tantanmen my family loves when I cook that

11. what’s something you’re excited for?

I’m excited for the artisan show I’m going to next weekend with you and madi! I can’t wait to drop a hot dime there hehe

14. favorite feel-good show?

Hmmm I gotta think hard about this one bc I DO have comfort movies on hand but shows… okay this is gonna be corny but attack on titan is one of my comfort shows okaayyyyy and the untamed ofc ofc my favorite gays

30. what reminds you of home (doesn't have to mean house... just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

To me home is the smell of freshly made sopapillas y tamales, feeling my dogs lean against me as they’re falling asleep, the garbled sound of voices talking on mi abuelo’s paramedic walkie, laughing with friends as we play mariokart, listening to tupac with my mom and sister, the feel of a heavy cobija de tigre on winter nights, falling asleep to the sound of the George Lopez show (or everyone loves raymond), rainy cloudy days, the smell of dirt after rain, laughing in the car with the thots until my ribs hurt, the late night family dinners i had with cas and our other friend, sitting with my friends from work in one of their apartments and watching music videos or just smoking herbals and talking about deep shit, leaning my head on someone’s shoulder and them putting their head on top of mine, locking eyes with a loved one and having the moment of unspoken understanding, the way my mom smells like baby powder and vanilla and spices, someone running their fingers thru my hair, running my fingers thru someone else’s hair, all the old Charlie Brown movies, the way all my loved ones smell if that makes sense? Everyone has a distinct smell that’s a mix of their own smell plus their fragrances and it’s so comforting. and so much more

Thank u thank u thank u my love 💓💓 I especially loved that last question it made my heart so full to type it all out

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Read the summary, and I was like... oh my satan's ass crackers I just - wait - uhm - HOL UP??!!?!?!?

Let’s start with that beginning—him spiriting her away in the dead of night, away from prying eyes and judgmental whispers. The secret romance? The thrill of being held by someone who’s not “approved”? UGH, my fave trope!!!!! And the way you capture Alastor’s ability to make her feel alive, like jazz running through her veins? I can feel every shivering giddy pulse that makes her forget her own discomforts. That’s the mark of truly powerful storytelling—where the character’s world fades away in the presence of the one they love.

And then, when they’re alone in the dimly lit speakeasy, and he pulls her into that desperate, passionate kiss? OH, the imagery is just absolutely delicious! The scent of tobacco and bayou earth? —it’s so visceral and distinctly Alastor! His hands on her, the way they crave every inch of each other, her leg hooked over his hip? It’s the embodiment of raw, untamed desire, and I. Am. HERE. FOR. IT. 🔥

But oh, let’s not forget the absolute gentlemanly savagery when she hesitates and he’s all, “I don’t mind.” He’s so confident, so utterly devoted to giving her pleasure and comfort, it’s like he’s made to chase her worries away. Alastor saying he isn’t afraid of a “little blood”? I’m swooning. It’s bold, it’s intimate, and it’s so real. And the way he reassures her with that line about easing her pain with pleasure—HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S DOING, and it’s giving us everything we could ask for!

Then, THAT moment when he licks his fingers? Holy smokes, it’s such a daring, unapologetic act, and it’s just so him. He’s practically worshipping her, and her reaction? PRICELESS. The sensuality, the fascination, the shock—it’s a perfect touch of vulnerability that makes her feel even more deeply connected to him. And as if that isn’t enough, he takes it a step further, pushing her into this thrilling mix of scandal and desire by letting the public setting amplify the risk. Every soft whisper, every forbidden touch, it’s like they’re suspended in their own private universe amid the crowded speakeasy, and it’s SO HOT I CAN BARELY HANDLE IT. 😳🔥

This entire scene captures their love, their passion, and the desire that pulls them to each other despite every risk. It's seductive, it’s rebellious, and I can’t get enough. You’ve woven this tension, love, and thrill with such a gorgeous hand, and it feels both exhilarating and tender all at once.

And don’t even get me started on the details! The imagery you created with him looking down, admiring how they’re connected, saying she’s “painting him red”—I am melting. It’s so raw and intimate, as if he’s completely entranced by her, savoring every second they have. It’s like he’s utterly obsessed with her in the best, most spine-tingling way! And the way he’s determined to keep things quiet, even as things get absolutely wild? He’s keeping up this delicate balance of control and desire, and it’s maddeningly hot.

Then there’s her tasting the salt on his neck, and Alastor’s reaction—the nips, the kisses, his shuddering breaths… You capture every glance, every soft moan, and it’s like we’re right there in the dim light, watching the world melt away around them ..... shit, does that make me a voyeur?????

AND OH, THAT ENDING! 🥵 When they finally come undone, when he’s kissing her so deeply to keep her quiet as he finishes inside her? It’s tender, intense, and dripping with love. That whispered “I love you” after everything? I’m on my knees. It’s so pure, so vulnerable, and it hits straight in the feels. The fact that he’s trying to tidy her up at the end, helping her straighten her skirt, giving her one last gentle kiss—my heart is just full.

I WOULD LIKE ONE ALASTOR PLEASE. At least the Alastor you painted in this story!

Not Afraid Of A Little Blood (Human Alastor x Reader)

CW: Public sex, period sex, vaginal fingering, licking fingers clean Rating: Adult Summary: Out at Mimzy's Speakeasy for a night on the town, Alastor finds himself feeling rather amorous and isn't swayed by your monthly condition or the public nature of the location. You find your will crumbles as he shows he's simply not a man who's afraid of a little blood.

You loved the nights when Alastor spirited you away from your family home in the late evenings, when you should already be asleep. Your family did not approve of the older man, regulating your relationship to one that existed largely in secret. 

There was no place you wanted to be but in Alastor’s arms. It felt like home. As he flung you around the dance floor, lively jazz running through your blood like electricity, the dull ache of your cramps was easy enough to ignore. 

Alastor’s hands wrapped around your waist, holding you to him as you laughed together, though you didn’t remember the joke. With him, you could forget everything. That was the magic of Alastor. He chased away every worry and demon. 

You hadn’t realized that he was chasing you or that you were fleeing from him until your back hit the wooden wall at the back of the speakeasy. Light struggled to reach the back of the room, but the music had no issue at all. Deep shadows swallowed Alastor as he leaned down, lips sealing over yours in a hungry kiss. 

He tasted you eagerly, pushing into you as he trapped you into the shadows. The scent of tobacco smoke and the earthy scent of the bayou clung to him. Strong hands gripped your hips, clinging to you, greedily running over curves. The ghost of his thumb on the underside of your breast made you gasp.

He took that chance to slip his tongue between your lips, deepening the kiss. The taste of whiskey coated your tongue, filling your senses as you clung to him. Roaming hands ran down your sides, seeking and seeking until he hooked your leg just above the knee. He pulled it up, resting your thigh against his hip. 

Greedy touches took into the feeling of your skin under his hands, roaming and exploring. Your hands slip under his jacket. Strong, lean muscles flex and bunch under your touch as you try to map the landscape that lay hidden under the cotton shirt. 

Fingers went higher and higher, chasing the soft feeling of you. Your back arched, lost in the feeling of being touched by him. 

“Alastor,” you moaned his name, clinging to him as if he would somehow keep you from drowning in the sensation of him,. 

“You’re so soft,” he whispered as his fingers caressed closer and closer to your core. 

“Wait-” The suddenness of your word, clear of the passion and lust froze his hand in place. 

“What is it?” Alastor asked. “No one can see us, I promise.” 

“It’s- It’s not that,” you whispered. “I’m… I’m on my…” 

“Oh,” Alastor said, fingers flexing into the fat of your thigh. “I don’t mind.” 

“What do you…?!” you gasp as his fingers caress higher and higher along your inner thigh, fingers finding the place where the pad was held against your body. “Alastor!” 

“I’m not afraid of a little blood,” Alastor’s voice was a warm purr as he ran his fingertip along the side of your folds. “Did you know it can make a lady’s monthly pains ease, if she’s had pleasure?”

“What?” your voice wavered, coming weak as he reached pushed the pad to the side, making use of what little slack the belt that held it in place allowed. It was a thinner pad, being early in your cycle yet, and it easily folded in on itself as he forced it to the side. 

“Let me ensure you’ve got no reason to be feeling any pains?” Alastor asked, though the question sounded far from a request. 

It sounded like he knew you’d agree. In truth, you struggled to deny Alastor anything at all. He owned your heart and soul. What harm was there in giving him your body, too?

“We can’t,” you whispered even as you ran your leg higher up his hip, opening yourself up to his hand just a little more. 

“We can,” he whispered in your ear, tongue sliding out from between his lips and running along the shell of your ear. “Do you trust me?”

Lips worked their way down your neck, leaving a trail of stinging nips soothed by soft kisses. “I do,” you said, struggling to breathe. 

Alastor wasted no time letting his fingers slip between your folds. You gasped as his fingers ran along your slit, circling over your clit. He repeated the motion again and again as your back arched, pushing your breasts into him. The dampness left from your cycle’s bleeding was quickly replaced with the slippery slick that spoke clearly of your arousal. 

“You’re so responsive,” Alastor groaned in your ear as his finger worked into your tight hole.

The moan that fell from your lips was rich but unfortunately loud, leaving Alastor the choice to either withdraw his finger from you or silence you somehow. Without any hesitation, Alastor kissed you deeply as he pushed a second finger into you, swallowing the hot sound of your desire. 

Again and again he stroked you from the inside, drawing pleasure you hardly could understand from you. The flat of his palm worked over your clit with each thrust of his hand, sparking more sensations. 

“Alastor,” you whimpered as he took control of your body.

“You sound so pretty,” he groaned as his hips flexed, pushing his hand harder into you. “I need you, cher.” 

Fingers left your core, leaving you feeling empty. It was a challenge to think too deeply about that with the way his lips moved over your skin. Soon, that feeling was gone too, leaving you no choice but to blink your eyes open. 

Alastor’s hand lingered in front of your face, fingers shiny with the slick he had worked up from within your body. Unlike all the other times he had helped himself to the warmth of your core, you could see the dark smears and streaks, thicker in some places than others, that told you your blood coated his fingers. 

“I am so sor—” your eyes went wide as Alastor brought his fingers to his lips. 

The sight of his shiny tongue slipping from between his lips stopped the flow of your words. Greedily, he ran his tongue over each digit. Each pass of his tongue was a curling caress you couldn’t look away from. 

Shamelessly, he licked his fingers clean. He seemed not bothered in the slightest by the bloody tinge to the slick. Surely he could taste it, couldn’t he? 

“You taste as good as ever,” Alastor mumbled as he pulled his fingers from his lips,

It was only then that you realized he wasn’t touching you in that moment. Just as you realized that, he was touching you again in a whole new way. 

The velvety soft skin of his cock ran up and down your slit, pushed out through the fly of his pants. You hadn’t noticed the sound of him undoing his pants, let alone the shifting he would have had to have done to free himself, too entrapped by the sight of him licking his fingers free of your bloody slick.

The music changed as the band ended one song and picked up another, reminding you that you were very much in public. 

“Alastor, put that away,” you hissed. “Someone will see.” 

“They’ll think we’re young lovers necking in the back,” he insisted, voice thick with desire. “I need to be inside of you.” 

“I’m on my cycle,” 

He cut you off. “I don’t care. I need you, need to be inside you so bad.” 

“We’re in public.” The head of his cock nudged your sensitive clit, pulling a needy whine from your throat. Alluring kisses peppered your jaw, working along your neck as he teased you. 

The touches of his cock against your folds were just light enough that he could say they were innocent, that he wasn’t trying to wear your resolve down. He just hadn’t gotten around to tucking himself away and as a result, as he kissed you, he slipped between your slick folds. Each innocent nudge and caress of his cock coated him in more bloody slick. 

You moaned into his neck as he pushed forward, the shaft of his cock running through your slick folds. Fingers dug into your thigh as he hiked your thigh up again, using you as a shield against prying eyes. 

“Alastor.” This time, his name left your lips not in protest but in a wanton moan that brought a smile to the lips that kissed your neck. 

“You want me?” he whispered, lips kissing the collum of your neck as he spoke. 

“I do,” you whined as his large hand slid forward, cupping your breasts through your beaded dress. “Fuck, Alastor. We’re going to get in so much trouble.” 

“We won’t get caught,” Alastor reached between your bodies, grabbing his shaft with one hand and lifting your hips with the other, pulling you slightly off your freet. 

The tip of his cock ran along your folds as you wrapped your leg around his, ankle resting on his calf. The delicious stretch of his cock pushing into you was all-encompassing. It was a battle to hold your head up, a battle you lost. 

Alastor’s wet tongue ran up your exposed neck, tracing the line of muscles as he inched deeper and deeper inside you. The vibration of your soft moan was the greatest treat, felt but unheard as he slowly bottomed out. 

“Hold on to me,” Alastor directed, hand digging into your thigh as he wrapped his other arm around the small of your back. 

You did as he said, running fingers through the fluffy brown hair that was oh so close to curly that topped his head. He changed the angle of your hips, letting you sink deeper down his cock before he pulled out. Your weight was nothing to him as he held you in place. 

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Alastor said thickly, looking down at his cock, a bridge between your body and his in the dim room. Light reflected off of his slick covered shaft, ribbons of red covering him. “So beautiful painting me red,” Alastor said, sinking slowly into you again. 

The pace was slow, more of a rocking of his hips as he stirred your insides with his cock. Deep gasping huffs of air passed between you as flushed face met flushed face. You could drown in the deep wells of love and affection you saw reflected within Alastor’s eyes. 

The feeling of his cock in you was addicting. Nothing ever made you feel as full as he did. His large hands kept you grounded as he slowly worked his length out of you only to slide right back home in one easy thrust. 

Alastor had to swallow, working to keep his throat open and wheezing breath from becoming a rich moan. Your eyes watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. It was daring you to lean forward and put your lips against it. Who were you to back down from a dare?

The salty taste of his skin coated your tongue as you placed open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin. The ghost of stubble scraped at your lips as you worked up his jaw, muffling your moans as he slowly thrust into you again and again. 

“Cher,” he groaned as you nipped at his neck, just under his jaw. “So warm.”

“So big,” you whispered back, tongue tasting the sweat that formed on his skin. “You’re so big.” 

His thrusts picked up pace, no longer the subtle rocking of hips as he worked in and out of you. The sound of the music covered the soft tump of your lower back hitting the wall he held you against. Breaths turned to airy moans as he fucked into you harder, faster. Each thrust bullied through your walls, the head of his cock reaching every part of you. 

“Feel so good,” Alastor whispered in your ear, resting his head against the wall behind you. “You’re made for me.” 

“Please, Al- I’m so close.” You buried your head in the crook of his neck, clinging to him. Nails dug into the muscles of his back, feeling each flex of his shoulders as he fucked into you faster and faster. 

“Can you-” he gasped as your walls fluttered and clenched around his cock. “Can you be quiet for me?” 

“Please, Alastor,” you whined, so close. The coil in your core wound tight and threatening to snap. “Please.” 

“You have to mind your voice,” he groaned as your walls fluttered, so close to your peak and threatening to pull him along with you. “If you want to finish, I need you to be quiet.” 

“I’ll try,” you whispered, making a promise both you and Alastor knew was a lost cause. 

It was too late for him to stop, anyway. Each thrust had you clenching and fluttering, walls pulling at him lightly as he worked his way in and out. He was chasing his own release now, pushing you closer and closer to yours. He watched as your body went ridged, only movement being the gasping breaths in your chest and your walls clamping down on him. 

Leaning forward, he sealed his mouth over yours as your body twitched and convulse. The coil within you had snapped, taking your control and resolve with it. Deep moans and high-pitched whines bubbled up from your chest as he fucked you through your orgasm, his own hot in its heels. 

Alastor swallowed every sound as his tongue worked into your mouth, caressing and exploring everything he could reach as his thrusts turned sloppy. It was his turn to moan deeply, letting you swallow the sound as he swelled and twitched. Hot white ropes of his seed shot into you, splashing your cervix and painting your walls as he rutted into you. 

His body stilled as his cock twitched against your sensitive walls. Neither of you were sure where one began and the other ended as you clung to eachother. Even as deep breaths mingled, he continued to kiss you deeply for a few moments longer before pulling away. 

“I love you,” he whispered his secret confession as his cock slipped from your hole. 

“I love you, too,” you answered, numb legs finding the ground as he let you down. You watched as he tucked himself back into his pants, zipping his fly. That did nothing to hide the smears of slick on the front of his pants. 

“You should go clean up,” Alastor said, leaning forward to straighten the skirt of your dress as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. 

You nodded, walking on trembling legs. Over your shoulder, you watched Alastor pull his shirt from his pants, letting the fabric fall over his hips. Such a thing would look sloppy, something that would drive your lover mad, but it was better than wearing the mark of your bloody slick. 

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Ok first let me respond to our convo LOL

Omg Mira truly soccer coded guys…1) hope you guys manage to stay cool! 2) NOOOOOO your unintentional rizz is actually too strong…props to that dude who helped you though omg!! Hope you guys are all okay though and that this doesn’t happen again that’s actually the worst…

Ok commentary

MIRA YOU ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!!! Omg bfb Karasu edition was SO!! GOOD!!!!

Ok first of all jaw to the floor. No. Jaw through the floor THE WC??? You weren’t kidding about that but I feel like I just got surprised with like winning the lottery oh my god (smh tumblr for making you split it into two..) Ok I was ballparking 33k as the final THIS IS INSANE

I laughed though I read part two first and I was like “oh ok maybe there’s a flashback part?? We’re diving right into the college scene”. . . ……………….anyways

Ok but BABY SNOTTY KARASU >>>>>> awww the way that he’s just a cute little sibling who likes tagging along with his sister is so adorable….the first part where he started crying after playing trains and immediately stopped when his mom suggested watching tv is so funny LMAO

Also SHSGSHS THE “drowning” SCENE LMFAOOO ok that was so wholesome though…like y/n saving him the embarrassment from yayoi and furthering their trust in each other (??)…so good….

I saw that sneaky foreshadow where yayois like “stfu bro I’m gonna date a model” then I was like oh here we go Yukimiya incoming LMAOO for once no suffering for him though!!! Breaking the vicious cycle LOL

Ok but I LOVE the way that the whole kinda premise of the story relies on how y/n isn’t able to distinguish between romantic and familial/platonic love as an only child….like omg…maybe I’m just a sucker for tropes where characters haven’t fully developed a concrete/full understanding of the intricacies of love??? Kinda like bfb Otoya but in a different way!

Ok and I love the reasoning for the hair wax…like Karasu’s hair is just so untamable that they have to use heavy duty wax to keep it in place (this lowk reminded me of artistic swimmers and how they use like gelatin to full on encase their hair LOL)

Also just comparing the two I love the way that yayoi and seiko express their thoughts about y/n and their respective brothers differently? Where yayoi was like oh yeah we all kinda knew and expected it it’s whatever and where seiko is almost slightly in denial-ish and although ends up figuring out the signs is still like “you better not make her cry bitch” to Otoya LOL ofc the story context and circumstances kinda set that up but I enjoyed the different avenues!

DRUNK Y/N LMAOOOOOOOO omg that was lowk funny like atp I thought she was just gonna full on confess but plot twist there’s more!! Oblivious y/n still has yet to fully grasp her feelings……

Honestly there’s probably so much more I could say but either way THIS WAS SO WORTH THE WAIT!!! Truly feeding Karasu nation a year’s worth of content this was amazing…..IN MIRA WE TRUST o7 can’t wait to see what you put out next!! But also take it easy this was huge LMAO Omw to go reread that masterpiece

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO i was born to be into bllk fr 🤩 and yes we have been doing our best!! it’s a struggle at times but not entirely impossible 😰 BRO IT WAS SO SCARY i was lowkey frightened asf but it all worked out for the best!! thankfully the other guy was there and said smth because i was lost…ig if he hadn’t been there i would’ve eventually thought to text my dad or brother to come from their seats to help me but lowkey the thought did not cross my mind in the moment 😭 hoping it doesn’t happen again fr though!!

COMMENTARY TIME LET’S GO!! YAYYYY I’M SO GLAD IT LIVED UP TO EXPECTATIONS 😋 and i told you the final word count was going to be insane ghdkdjsjs throwback to when i thought it was going to be less than 10k words…i cannot believe it ended up at over 40k LMAOOO like that is literally unreal to me 😟 what karasu does to a mf 😓

LMAO i hope you didn’t get too far into part two before realizing because part two is def better with the context of part one 😩 like i said in another ask i wish tumblr would’ve let me keep it as one part (that’s how it is on ao3) but oh well 🙁 hopefully most people don’t get confused and read part one first HAHAH

BABY KARASU WAS SO FUN TO WRITE TBH him with his little trains and his book about bugs and his blue raincoat with mittens UGHHHHH he’s so cute 🥹🥹🥹 and you know he was so round and squishy the entire time too omg i literally want to eat him

you know i had to include it 🤩 but i decided to make it a display of their bond (which as we know is very different than the one he has w yayoi) instead of anything too crazy…also slight foreshadowing because y/n mentions she won’t ever let him go and as we find out in the future she truly is incapable of that!!

YUKIMIYA IS FINALLY FREED FROM THE VILLAIN ALLEGATIONS!! HAHA i was giggling adding that little line in there 🤭 like yup you already know yayoyuki is CANON (to me) i had to foreshadow just a tad…to be honest they feel like they would be a very cute couple because yuki is so patient and kind versus yayoi is very sassy but also mature in a way?? they give very “he asked for no pickles 😐” energy HFSJSSK idk if that makes sense 😭

OKAY I’M GLAD THAT DIDN’T FEEL FORCED OR CONTRIVED OR ANYTHING i rlly wanted to show how she is just as badly in love with him as he is with her but she just doesn’t get it?? like girl…this is not normal friendly behavior…plus her dating the one guy from her high school threw another wrench in things because she liked him but LOVED karasu so she got the two things confused i guess?? I DON’T KNOW yayoi explained it better in the fic 😭 but it made sense to me considering how long y/n has known karasu…like yeah when you’re six years old you’re not in love with anyone but even back then she always gravitated towards him and i feel like it was almost inevitable in a way that they’d fall in love because of just how close they always were

NFJDNDSK i’m imagining karasu to have like a version of nagi’s hair but a little straighter and it sticks up a bit more?? so that’s why he has to use the wax because he literally just looks like an idiot without it 😰 plus i thought messy haired baby karasu fit so well with how he acted!! so now in my mind that’s the real reason for his crazy style 🥱 like if you’re going to put wax in it might as well do smth fun yk

i think that because of the length of karasu’s version we also really get to see yayoi’s friendship with y/n a ton!! especially because most of the scenes between karasu and y/n also include yayoi it’s very explicit how close the two are and how much they care abt each other 🥹 seiko on the other hand wasn’t as present in the otoya version because it just didn’t make sense for her to be there ig?? and also otoya and y/n’s relationship was much more lighthearted and resolved much faster compared to karasu and y/n’s…like a quick “fix yourself and we’re good” versus sixteen years of pining 😓 i wanted seiko and yayoi to feel like different characters especially considering one is a younger sister and one is older hence their diff reactions to the eventual relationship (plus yayoi is like 22 and seiko is 16 when the reader gets with their respective brothers so that definitely contributed) ☝🏻 also to be fair seiko has watched eita cheat on a bunch of girls and be bad at relationships whereas yayoi has seen tabito only ever be in love w y/n his entire life (and same for y/n honestly because lbr she was NO BETTER) so she no matter how much she bullies him she knows he’ll take things seriously and is probably the only person that’ll treat y/n as well as she deserves 🤩 but yes long story short i didn’t want to just have a “default sister best friend character” i wanted them each to feel unique and at least a little developed in their own ways even though they don’t even have NAMES in canon let alone personalities or anything like that 😔

DRUNK Y/N HAD ME LAUGHINGGGG poor karasu is such a saint for getting up in the middle of the night to carry her back to her apartment, give her water and food, wash her face and do her skincare, and then GET KICKED OUT AFTERWARDS 😭😭😭😭😭 i think her kissing him back at first was her confessing in a way but until yayoi talked some sense into her she just didn’t realize and thought she was a terrible person for taking advantage of “little baby tabito” like that (meanwhile he is a fully grown man who kissed her first)

YESSSS SO GLAD TO PROVIDE FOR KARASU NATION LIKE ALWAYS 🫡 i have two reqs for him that aren’t yours so more karasu content is on the horizon…however up next are my last two requests from my milestone event which are both for hiori!! so a little break from tabito 😲 i need to like reread white butterfly or smth to get into that mindset again 😭 but yes i have no idea when those will be out and they def will be on the shorter side because WHEW bfb took it out of me!! although i have the entire plane ride back home coming up so it’s very likely i’ll get bored and start working on it soon enough anyways 😨 the mira posting drought is hopefully over though!! i bet ppl thought i was on hiatus because of how long bfb karasu version took to finish and post 😓💔

[healeroflightanddark]

Dancing With the Dragons, Chapter 3: Dancing With the Dragons

Yuya smiled happily as he peeked at the crowded stadium from backstage. It was almost time for the Yu-Boys’ performance! There were so many people in the audience, waiting to watch the show!

One of the girls in the audience noticed Yuya peeking from backstage, and the tomato could hear her squeal, “I LOVE YOU YUYA!” The tomato smiled and ducked back behind the stage, almost bumping into Zarc. “Careful, lil brother!”

“Sorry, Zarc!” Yuya rubbed the back of his head. “I’m just so excited!”

Zarc smiled, then noticed something a bit behind Yuya. His golden eyes widened, and he quickly placed a hand on Yuya’s back and started guiding him away, “C’mon, let’s go see how Yuto’s doing, hm?”

“Oh, okay!” Yuya said, letting Zarc guide him away. As they walked, Zarc casually looked behind them and gave a soft, barely noticeable sigh of relief. Fortunately Yuya didn’t seem to notice, being too excited about the show to realize that something had just happened.

“Hey, Yuto!” Yuya said, waving to the eggplant-head when he saw him. Yuto looked up and smiled. “Oh hey, Yuya, Zarc! What’s up?”

“We just wanted to see how you were doing!” Yuya said happily. Zarc looked at Yuto and mouthed something, and Yuto seemed to understand. He walked over and grabbed Yuya’s hand, gently pulling him towards the other side of the backstage. “I’m doing great! What about you? How are you feeling?”

“Super excited!” Yuya said, following Yuto. “I can’t wait for the show to start!”

The crowd screamed in excitement when the Yu-Boys began their performance. The first song was the new one that Yuya had written, called Dancing With the Dragons. The four boys performed a choreographed dance as they sang:

In a world of dreams and desire, Where legends soar higher and higher, There's a creature bold and brave, A dragon with power to enslave.

With scales of jewel-like splendor, A sight that no one can surrender, They fly through the darkness, untamed, A fantasy no one can explain.

Oh, let's fly with the dragons, Where magic fills the air, In a land of untold enchantment, We'll find our solace there.

Come dance with the dragons, Their flames lighting the way, In a world where legends come alive, Forever we will stay.

A roar that shakes the earth below, With wings spread wide, emotions flow, Guardians of ancient mysteries, Forever reigning in histories.

Guided by the moon's reflection, In flight, there's no imperfection, They breathe life into our fantasies, With tales of fire and mysteries.

Oh, let's fly with the dragons, Where magic fills the air, In a land of untold enchantment, We'll find our solace there.

Come dance with the dragons, Their flames lighting the way, In a world where legends come alive, Forever we will stay.

In the realm where dragons roam, A symphony of magic's home, Together we'll chase the moonbeams, Creating dreams, fulfilling extremes.

Oh, let's fly with the dragons, Where magic fills the air, In a land of untold enchantment, We'll find our solace there.

Come dance with the dragons, Their flames lighting the way, In a world where legends come alive, Forever we will stay.

So come, embrace the dragon's sway,In this world of fire and fantasy, we'll play,Let's lose ourselves in the dragon's might,Where dreams take flight, into the night.

The crowd went wild, enjoying the performance. Yuya’s heart raced in his chest from the sheer exhilaration he always felt from performing. This was the life!

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Three hours later, the show was coming to an end. But there was one more thing to do before the boys left the stage. Yuto glanced off-stage at Zarc, who gave a nod.

“Now, before this show comes to an end, there’s one more thing we want to do!” Yuto said. Yuya blinked in confusion. He hadn’t been aware of this happening.

“Yes. Yuya, remember yesterday, when we said there would be a surprise for you from Dad?” Yuri said, smiling at his little brother. Yuya’s eyes widened. “Wait, are you serious? You’re finally going to tell me?”

“Well, not tell,” Yugo said as he, Yuto, and Yuri pointed towards stage-left. Yuya looked over and saw—

“DAD!” Yuya ran towards his father, who had just stepped onstage. The tomato-head tackled Yusho in a hug, crying from happiness at him being there. “Dad, I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Yuya!” Yusho said, hugging Yuya. “I missed all of my boys!” He held his arm out to the rest of his sons, who happily hurried over and hugged him. The crowd cheered at the group hug, and there were certainly plenty of photos and videos being taken of the family.

Zarc chuckled. “You know, the surprise was almost ruined earlier backstage! Dad was behind you, and we had to get you to the other side backstage so that you wouldn’t notice him!”

“This is the best night ever!” Yuya cried. The surprise was SO worth the wait!