#ah shoot i just had a thought that's hurting me

[kerra-and-company]

Blorbo bingo for Minei and Logan!

(@uselessidiotsquad)

Coming right up!! :D

Minei:

Damn, almost got a bingo there! But...ye, small reaper kid, my beloved <3 She makes me sad and happy in equal amounts, and out of my characters who would be qualified as OP, she and Kerra are probably the top two.

Logan:

He's a mess (again, less so nowadays maybe, but still) and he's great. (And the sibling figure thing is about Minei! Tfw you accidentally adopt a little sister :D)

[spicyhamsamson]

I am. So fucking tired of Batman being portrayed as a bad parent and a toxic person. And it’s so goddamn widespread. Fuck, it might be as bad as the whole “Superman being a kindhearted Boy Scout is boring” take.

I get it, the man’s not exactly stable, he watched his parents get murdered in front of him and spent years of his life training to fight crime dressed like a giant scary bat, of course he’s not perfect.

But to say that Bruce Wayne isn’t caring, isn’t empathetic, to call him abusive…it just misses the point of who the character is to me.

Why do you think he fights crime? Yes, part of it is because he’s bitter and sad because his parents were cruelly ripped from him as a child, and he’s lashing out against the corruption of his city. It’s arguably the focus of his earlier years. But he learns to become more than that. He learns to bring hope, a chance to be better.

Harleen Quinzel is the Joker’s right hand lady, but she’s also a victim of an abusive relationship and a woman with a surprisingly strong moral compass and a love for animals, and wants to get better. That’s why we see time and time again that he has a noticeable soft spot for her, because he knows that she’s a good person at her core.

Harvey Dent is a man who will decide someone’s fate on a coin toss(and a pretty inaccurate depiction of DID), but he’s also Bruce’s close friend who clearly needs help learning to live with his condition, rather than try to get rid of it, and someone who he still goes out of his way to visit, even after everything, because he recognizes he’s not just a criminal with a weird gimmick, he’s a man who is struggling with a condition that he’s mishandled his whole life.

Victor Fries is a cold, emotionless man who will callously discard allies and blame them for being careless, but he’s also a man who’s either lashing out because he had the love of his life taken from him, or just desperate to make sure she isn’t taken from him, and is willing to do anything just to guarantee her survival. Of course Batman would understand, his whole life was defined by having people he loved taken away from him.

Even the Joker, arguably one of the most morally bankrupt characters in all of fiction, is someone that Batman has offered a chance to. After the guy shoots the daughter of his friend, a girl he cared for like she was his own kid, and paralyzes her from the waist down, he tells the Joker that he doesn’t want to hurt him. He wants to get him help. He looks at this monster who has taken countless lives and says “You don’t have to be alone.”

For fuck’s sake, he sat with Joe Chill in his last moments so that he wouldn’t be alone. Joe Chill, the man who murdered his parents, who took so much from him, the person responsible for all of the misery and suffering he’s gone through. And he sits with the man to comfort him while dies. Do you know how much emotional intelligence and maturity that must take? To comfort someone who arguably ruined your life?

And you’re gonna tell me the man who did that would abuse his kids?

That he’d hold up the young man whose death was his greatest failure, the boy he grieved, and say this?

That he’d look his goddamn son in the eyes and say this to him?

Why the FUCK do you think he took in Dick Grayson in the first place? It wasn’t because he saw the kid and thought “Ah. A potential soldier.”, it was because he saw a boy experiencing the same heartbreaking loss he had so many years ago, and wanted to make sure he didn’t end up as bitter and miserable as he was.

Why do you think he smiled when Tim Drake presented him a broken watch for Father’s Day? Because he was just happy to see the boy alive and safe.

DAMIAN LITERALLY POINTED AT A COW AND SAID “I’m keeping her. She’s Bat-Cow.” AND BRUCE JUST WENT WITH IT. DIDN’T EVEN NEED TO ARGUE WHY BRUCE SHOULD LET HIM KEEP HER. HE SAID “this cow is my pet now” AND BRUCE SAID “aight, bet”.

The thing about Batman is that he wants to make sure nobody else ends up feeling the way he does. That’s not just about stopping a mugger so a boy’s parents aren’t gunned down. It’s about giving his loved ones the support and care that he couldn’t have, because it was taken from him. It’s about comforting someone who just went through a traumatic experience and letting them know that they’re going to be okay. It’s about going to someone locked away in a cell who thinks that they’re a lost cause and a burden to society and telling them that he wants to help them get better. It’s about EMPATHY and COMPASSION.

That’s what makes him a HERO. He’s meant to inspire us, to show us that we can have that same empathy for others around us, that we can turn our suffering into hope for a better future.

I just wish more people at DC would start recognizing that. But I might as well follow that example myself. Maybe through this struggle of having to see this hero mistreat the people around him and act like a grade-A jackass, people will start to recognize that missing compassion, and slowly but surely, it might come back. After all, what is this post, if not trying to bring attention to the matter in the hopes of fixing it?

[fireflyinks]

good boy ⭒

reader x peeta mellark smut

a/n : i’m actually screaming this was so fun to write, pls repost if ya like it!! 💗

contains : sub peeta mellark, soft dom reader, praise kink, multiple rounds, peeta and the reader own a bakery, pinv, talk of having kids, no protection, riding

MATURE 18+

Peeta Mellark was a hard worker. Partly because that’s just who he was as an individual, but mainly because of his upbringing. The need to impress ran through his body as if it were his own blood. He craved praise, feened off of it as if it were a sweet, sweet nectar.

This notion was very present in his every day life. When he’d accidently burn a loaf or spill a bag of flour, his face would turn a rosey pink shade out of shame and he’s scramble to fix his mistake. His puppy dog eyes would shoot over to me, as if to scream “I’m sorry! I’m so very sorry! Please don’t hurt me!”, only to be met with a peck on the cheek and a whisper of “It’s okay, you’re fine”. His eyes would soften, and his hands would become less clammy, brow less furrowed, and cheeks even rosier.

If I dared to give him a slight compliment in the morning, the blonde’s head would be in the clouds for the rest of the day, almost in a trance from the mere thought of his special girl thinking he was admirable.

At first, I thought this whole ordeal was sort of sad, I mean depressing even. Peeta was just so love starved.

But then I learned how to use it to my advantage.

There he was, on top of me, trying his very best to impress me. His cock pistoned in and out vigorously, each one of my moans encouraging him. My back arched off of the sheets as I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to get him deeper.

He understood this rather quickly, trading speed for force and plunging himself directly into my core.

“Good boy.” I moaned out, almost automatically. His pace faltered for a moment, starstruck.

“Say that again.” He whimpered.

“Say what baby?” I questioned, confused as to why he’d stopped.

“Uh, please can you um call me a good boy again?” He mumbled. Something in his eyes had shifted, he looked almost helpless.

“Well…” I decided to tease him, rile him up more. “I can only do that if you act like one, so if you fuck me real good, yeah, you can be my good boy.”

Peeta nodded, beginning to thrust into me once again, determined to be a good boy.

“That’s it, there’s a good boy.” I cooed, gazing up at him with major ‘fuck me’ eyes.

His jaw slacked and he moaned deeply. “You’re so- fuck, you’re so hot.”

I giggled at the love drunk expression on his face. “Thank you, my handsome boy.”

I felt his cock twitch inside of me. God, praise really did have an effect on him.

“I- oh baby I’m gonna come.”

I moaned as he fucked me deeply, hitting my g-spot with each thrust.

“Go ahead, come inside of me like a good boy.”

His eyes rolled back into his head as he came with his new found permission. He pulled out immediately, connecting our lips before lying down beside me.

“That was- fuck, amazing.” He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

There was silence for a few moments before he realized.

He sprung into apology immediately.

“Holy shit baby, you didn’t come, did you? I’m so sorry love, I’ll do whatever you want, eat you out, fuck you again, whatever you want. I’m so stupid, I don’t know how I-“

I pressed my lips to his to shut him up as I climbed on top of him.

“No baby, you don’t have to ride me, I’m the one who messed up. Let me-“

“Peeta, I want you to be a good boy and listen to me.”

I angled his wet cock upward before sinking down onto it. I began working my hips.

“You are not stupid, you are so smart.” I bounced on him as I spoke, “you’re so good to me, everybody makes mistakes and that’s ok. You have gotten me off a million times before. You’re such a good fucking boy.”

He began to look away as blush creeped into his face. I grabbed his chin and forced him to look me in my eyes.

“You’re so handsome baby, ah fuck- you’re such a hard worker, and you’ll make an amazing father one day.”

My legs began to shake as I released on his lap, my cum flowing down his cock. I continued to ride him throughout my high.

“Now say it to me.” I ordered.

“You’re so beauti-“

I shook my head, “No, tell me about how much of a good boy you are.”

His face contorted, clearly too shy to say such things.

I touched his face lightly, “Peeta, good boys do what they’re told. Be a good boy.”

He nodded, “Um- I’m a good boy.” He whimpered, unsure of himself.

“I don’t believe you. Say it like you mean it.”

He cleared his throat, looking into my eyes. “I’m a good boy. I made a mistake and that’s ok. I’m so handsome and will make a really good father. Fuck- I’m gonna come.”

He released inside of me, painting my spongy walls white. His voice filled the room with pornographic noises. After letting him catch his breath, I crawled off of him. Peeta walked into the bathroom for a moment and came back with a damp rag and a smile on his face.

He began to slowly clean me up. I looked in between my thighs and laughed at the amount of semen that had collected.

“Jeez, if we don’t start being more careful, you might be an amazing father sooner than we’d imagined.”

He chuckled, pressing his lips onto mine. “I’d be ok with that.”

[livelaughlovesubs]

Omgomg requests ya boi got an idea

Reader x shy clumsy incubus!Sigma

He's a new incubus and has no experience except pure instinct. Luckily, his first target (you) is sympathetic and willing to show him a good time. At first he's flustered and covering his face as you work him open, and by the end of the night, you have him shamelessly drooling and desperately grinding back into your thrusts as you grip his tail

It’s almost the same thing so I paired the two (I’m sorry to the anon for taking so long) anyway… AHHH MAN I STILL LOVE THIS BABY SM <3 he’s still my background! Partly cuz I’m too lazy to change it haha

Dom!reader x sub!Incubus!sigma - reader is gender neutral

Warning: no lube no protection, all night long, until he breaks (lol), saliva as lube, fingering, pegging (I use dick), taking virginity, biting, tail pulling

“Okay.. I can do it, it’s not difficult. I have to, otherwise I’ll starve…” sigma tried his best to pump up some confidence, staring at himself through the mirror. It’s been an entire years now since he became a fully pledged incubi, yet he hasn’t made any advances on any humans. Just look at him! He was all skin and bones! All this time he had to nurture himself through the emergency packs for his kind, in cases where they can’t come into contact with mortals.

The demon clenched his fists before starring at his to-do list. Written on it were the basics that were taught to him while he was still young. Tips and tricks on how to seduce humans, as well as the appropriate clothes or language to use. “You can do it, sigma..!” He said to himself while staring at his body. Then he slumped and sighed, “damn it.. would anyone find me attractive when I’m so slim? I heard muscles are in trend right now.” When he tried to clench his Bizeps, a look of horror washed over him. Those were noddle arms! He can’t hurt a fly like this!

“Don’t they also prefer the bold and confident type, like fyodor..?” He thought to himself. Despite his old acquaintance being just as- if not, weaker than him when it came to physical strength, he was doing way better than him. Many fell for his trickery and became his slave. Though it’s been a while since he saw him, has that man perhaps settled down on a specific person? Sounds unreasonable, it wasn’t like the fyodor he knew.

Nonetheless, it wouldn’t help him to worry about others when he was on the verge of losing it. It’s not like he doesn’t want to, he was too awkward to actually invade someone’s dreams! Again, what if that person doesn’t find him attractive? He’d lose every ounce of self respect if that happens. “No, don’t worry about it.. it will be fine, who would be able to resist the temptation of an incubus anyway?” He tried to reason with his subconscious one last time, finally mustering enough courage to seek someone out.

And that someone was you.

It was in the middle of the night when sigma decided to visit you. He snuck into your room with some simple magic, and started to climb onto your bed. Not on top of you though, only kneeling next to you. What if his weight woke you up, he doesn’t want to drag this out too much. “Ah.. a real human, they looks so peaceful, sleeping like this. They won’t wake up too soon right?” Sigma whispered, starring holes into your body. The boy desperately hoped you won’t wake up, since he wouldn’t know how to handle it. Yet he also kind of wished you would, so that he’d have a reason to return home empty handed.

“Okay, it’s now or never. Hah, I want it too after all. I’m so hungry.” As soon as he was ready, he reached his hand out to you, caressing your thighs. He wanted to get straight to business, hoping to end this as soon as possible when another hand shoot out of the darkness and grabbed his wrist. “Ahh!?” The incubi yelped, stumbling backwards, about to fall off the bed if it weren’t for his tail desperately wrapping around your torso for support. His instincts caused him to use his tail to stabilise himself. “What’s this?” Suddenly your voice reached his ears, poor guy didn’t even have time to breath when you pulled his wrists and made him fall back into your lap.

“IiiiKK..!! Wa-wait.. let go of me!” He panicked and tried to yank his hand away. “Hold up, you came into my room so suddenly, why does it seem like I’m the bad guy now?” You complained, then said, “also.. what is this.. leather? Rope?” After saying that, you poked his tail, making him shudder in surprise. “UghhH! Don’t touch that!” Sigma immediately yelled, a deep blush covered his face. “Hey, wait. What are you?” Finally you realised something was wrong and asked him that question, all while staring at his pretty face. He was so petite and cute, totally your type, but if he turned out to be a stalker you wouldn’t hesitate to make him pay.

To your surprise that person started crying, breaking down as he looked at you through wet lashes. “I’m so bad at this..! All I wanted was food! Let me go, I won’t come back ever again!” Then the guy with the two coloured hair hide his face in his hands, while fat tears rolled down his flushed cheeks. When you heard his comment, you took pity on him, not to mention the vulnerable state he was in. “You’re hungry.. Is that why you came here? I’m sorry to hear that, what do you want to eat then?” You tried to be kind to him, poor thing was starving. Seems like he was a thief who wanted to steal your food, but he accidentally found your bedroom instead. How clumsy…

“I- i… no, you wouldn’t do it with me anyway.” He shouted, making your ears bleed a little, “hey.. tune it down, and what do you mean?” Sigma covered his mouth with his palm, then said, “I need very special food.” You tilted your head, asking, “do I have it here?” Without thinking about it, he responded yes. So you commented, “if that’s the case you can take it.” The boy stopped crying so much, instead he gazed at you and tried to be as serious as he could be. Afterwards he mumbled, “I’m an incubus.. i-I’ll need you to..to, erm.. do that with me, please…”

He couldn’t help himself, you smelled so delicious. Besides his body and mind told him to not let this opportunity go to waste. You seemed nice enough for his first, so he thought now or never. On the other hand, you were wondering if what he said was true. Then you remembered the rope around your body, or rather, his tail. “Are all incubus’ this shy?” You questioned him. “Er, no.. I guess I’m the only one who’s timid. I mean- this is my first hunt..!” Oh dear, he was trying to justify himself, but it only made him sound even more pitiful.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. While he glared at you with a blushing face, you suddenly pinned him down onto your bed as you said, “so why are you waiting? I said I’ll let you eat.” His wrists were now held up above his head and his face pushed into the mattress. “Wait, I-I’m not ready!” Sigma complained, feeling his body heat up at the sudden change in position. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow with you.” You whispered gently, afterwards your hand slipped lower and lower, until you were caressing his butt. Gosh, his skin was soft, you felt like you were corrupting an angel instead.

Then you rubbed his rim with your middle and index finger, using your other hand to reach for the drawer. You took out everything you might need, but then noticed how you didn’t have lube near by. “Huh, this might be difficult.” You muttered under your breath, contemplating over what to do. “Er, what is?” The incubi gazed back at you with teary eyes, his lips were trembling as he talked. “I don’t have any lube here.” For a second you were almost hypnotised by his looks, but you managed to snap out of it. “I see, well, you could use my saliva, it has a similar effect.” Sigma proposed. Since he was offering it to you, it’d be impolite to decline, right?

Which led to your current situation, where you are caressing his back and spine with one hand, while the other one was over his face and sticking two fingers into his mouth. “Mhmm, hmHh..!!” He let out some muffled choking sounds, all due to your fingers messing with his tongue. You were shoving them too deep inside, he can barely breathe! “GuuHh.. huhMmm.” The boy groaned again, until you finally pulled your digits out. At this point he was already a blushing, flustered mess. Drooling around everywhere as tears threatened to spill. “Good job.” You told him, before smearing his saliva around his entrance. “Ha-haaaa…” sigma had to calm himself, this is it, today is the day he finally catches his first prey! So why does he feel like the prey today?

No long after you sticked a finger inside him, it slipped in very easily. “This makeshift lube is working pretty well.” You complimented him as your middle finger slid in, stretching his rim. “Uh-uHh! It feels weird?” He gasped, his tail was wagging around so cutely. “Shh, don’t tense up now, deep breaths, little incubus.” As soon as you finished your sentence, a second finger joined in. And oh boy he was already a wreck now. Hands clenching the sheets like his life depended on it, back arched so beautifully while those shining tears finally dripped down his cheeks. “Ah. Ha-hnnGg.” Poor baby couldn’t help but moan out loud, especially after you pushed your fingers knuckles deep inside. No one has ever touched that place, it was such a foreign feeling!

His insides were soft and warm, he basically welcomed you with open arms. Those squishy and spongy walls squeezed down on your fingers whenever you moved too fast, or curled them. Each time he’d also let out a whine of pleasure, shaking slightly to accommodate the electricity running through his body. “You.. hnghh, don’t tease..” that was all he managed to say, before a series of moans and whimpers escaped his throat. All because you found that one sweet spot inside him, and now you were poking it continuously. “This must be your prostate? Heh, how cute your voice is.” His voice was so high-pitched after all, almost like a girl. It must be in the nature of lust-demons to be so erotic all the time.

You slowly scissored him, spreading him and preparing him for the main event. But you didn’t neglect his comfort at all, once in a while you’d purposely brush over his weak spot or lean close to him to bite his shoulder. “Uh, haah.. why, why are you so nice..?” He asked, the spot below him was already wet with tears. “Hmm, because I want to?” You didn’t have a concrete answer, maybe it was his charm. Nevertheless when you deemed him ready enough, you speed up your movements a little. Now fingering him at a decent pace. Squelching sounds echoed through the room, such a lewd sound that it embarrassed the little incubi.

“HNng, ha-hmNn, it feels good to-good..” he moaned out again, but this time to his dismay you pulled your fingers out of him. “What-what?!” The boy immediately gasped, a disappointed look across his face. Did you get sick of him, or he wasn’t a.. attractive enough anymore..? “I’m sorry, little incubi, I can’t held myself back anymore.” Before he got the chance to turn back, he noticed how your tip was pressing and poking against him. “Ah-ahh..” another moan slipped from his lips at the realisation, he had to gulp loudly to swallow his nervousness once more. “Please, be s-slow.. go easy on me.” After hearing him say that, you had to use every ounce of self control you had to not pound on him right there right now.

Instead you heed his words and took your sweet time bottoming out inside him. “Is this pace alright?” You asked him after he managed to take the tip in. To be honest that was pretty dumb of you. Did you really think he could still register what you tell him, when he’s literally already in subspace? His eyes were widened and with each inch he took, his mind would go blank a little more. He could swear he couldn’t feel his limps anymore, legs and knees already going numb beneath him. He just didn’t know it would feel so good to get stuffed full..! All these sensations were getting to him, to the point he was melting, shaking and a flustered mess.

When you finally managed to fit your entire length inside, expect to see him begging, pleading for you to ruin him. At this point, his instincts were taking over, causing him to plead with you in the sweetest voice ever, just so you will finally start taking him to paradise. How can you say no to such a honey sweet temptation? Not even five minutes later you were jumping him like any rational thoughts of yours got wiped out, trusting into his slim and adorable body while holding his waist with your hands. His tail wrapped around your torso once more, pulling you closer to him so that you could trust into him deeper.

Or how he’d grind his hips against yours whenever you rub your dick deep inside him <3. He was such a cutie! Pervers noises came from the male like he was praying for something, blabbering with no end in sight. You bit his back and neck area some more, taking special care to not bit any fatal areas. The way his body was covered in traces of you was so beautiful that you wanted to keep him. He was like your perfect match. “AaahhH..!! Oh-ooHh, deeper, ha-harder..! <3.!” Sigma couldn’t control his own body anymore, he was just yelling out whatever was on his mind. His body was as if it got a mind if its own, doing everything it could to keep you pounding into his swollen and puffy hole.

After observing him for a while, you licked your lips. Lowering yourself once again to whisper into his ear, one of your hands grabbed the base of his tail. First you stroked and rubbed that area, then you pulled and yanked on his surprisingly soft tail. “You are doing so good for me, is this really your first? Your cunt is taking me so damn well~” You can’t even imagine how much he shuddered at your words. If he was a younger version of himself, he would have came from your teasing remarks alone. Sigma didn’t want this to end, he wanted to keep getting filled like this until his mind turned mush. All he could say as a response was, “Plea-please..! Fu-fuck me, more..haah…<3”

[angelsrcute]

7 WEEKS AND 3 DAYS. 𝜗𝜚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Scaramouche + Sub!FReader ➜ cws: angsty, toxic relationship, asshole scara, abuse, one sided love(?), kitchen sex, getting ghosted, unprotected sex, raw sex, manipulation, reader gets pregnant. ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭‎ — I do not condone these actions irl, this mostly shows how the reader is in a toxic relationship but can't get out of it. Also this is my first time done this type of a lyric fanfic!!

Scaramouche, who wouldn't know him? He was a popular guy. Though he wasn't a nice guy, a delinquent. Had the worst friend group, and slept around a lot. Any girl would die to have a night with him. So what happens when he starts hanging around you? You brushed it off thinking he just wanted to have a good fuck with you. All your friends had warned you about him, how bad he was. You mostly ignored him. Detentions and parent calls, very normal for him, not like his parents cared. Doing drugs, partying, and bullying sometimes.

All my friends say "fuck you".

But could you ignore his sweet words? holding your hand as you two watched the stars. How could you ignore his promises as he kisses the back of your hand, you of course fell in love with him. Hands on your waist as you sat on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss was passionate, not like some low effort kiss. Oh, how much you loved this man. That night you confessed to him, his face brightening up as he landed more kisses to your face. Laughing in his arms till your stomach hurt.

But I can't help but love you.

You let him into your house, even gave him a spare key. Went on dates, you forgot what everyone said about him. This is true love, he was nothing like the rumours. Daily texts and phone calls, missing each other even though you two meet daily. He even opened up to you, about his family. But once you both slept together, things started to change. You felt like he was spending less time with you. You thought it was because of how busy he was, you'd always stay awake at night, waiting for him to come back. You were so worried. He'd see your texts very late, whenever you asked to go out with him, he'd always make an excuse.

And even though you ran me out dry.

When he'd come home drunk, he'd sometimes hurt you, calling you a possessive bitch for questioning him so much. But would still apologise to you with tears in his eyes, promising he wouldn't do it again, cradling you like some child who's scared. You'd forgive him at the end, maybe he just had a bad day or was in a bad mood, it's alright, everyone has those types of days. It'd still happen, everytime. He got jealous very easily too, and wouldn't let you talk to other guys. Maybe now you're seeing his true colours, but he cherishes you so much, right?

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I swear this won't happen again, don't be scared okay? please."

I still think you're a decent guy, Why?

Hands wrapping around your waist as he leaves trails of kisses on your skin. Bending you over the kitchen counter, “Forget the food, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you.” His cock thrusting into your cunt, it hurt, but you stayed quiet. He was never gentle with you, always leaving bruises. He shoots his load in your cunt, making you all warm and dumb.

On the rare days that he visited you, it would always lead to sex. You wonder if he sees you as nothing but an object. Silly thoughts, he's just showing you his love.

I should've caught him by his last name

You were pregnant, what a happy news. Maybe this will fix your relationship? You hoped so, desperately wanted him to look at you with the same eyes he once used to. Scaramouche never replied to you nor picked up your calls. Had he ghosted you? no this wasn't supposed to happen, he's just busy, right?

Tears fell from your eyes as you waited for your husband to come back, which he never did. Ah, what a dumb fucker you are, of course this was all a game. He didn't want to love a single person, he just wanted to have relief. What a shame your kid would never be able to see his father. Would he look just like scaramouche? You dreaded the thought.

You still believed that scaramouche loved you, at least you did, every moment.

It's been seven weeks and three days.

[edenesth]

The Way to His Heart [15]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

Part 14 | Fic Masterlist | Part 16

"I still don't understand why you had to creep around instead of just approaching her and introducing yourself properly," Jongho remarked, rolling his eyes as Wooyoung clicked his tongue in frustration, "Oh, come on! Can you blame me? She's so beautiful, I got nervous, alright?! I've never had to talk to her before, and I just... I panicked!"

The assistant squinted at his friend, "You do realise if the general catches wind of any of that, you'll be out of a job. Don't tell me you have a crush on our mistress..."

"And you don't?!" The private investigator squeaked, eyes widening in disbelief as Jongho shook his head, unamused, "That's inappropriate. Don't you ever suggest such a thing again."

Wooyoung kept his mouth shut, realising that his friend would be the last person interested in hearing him gush about how pretty he found you. He was fully aware that you were his employer's wife and therefore off-limits. Still, it wouldn't hurt to indulge in the innocent fantasy of being a secret admirer.

Besides, he still valued his life, and it wasn't as if he was actually in love with you or anything. Deep down, humans are all visual animals, and he found his tiny crush on you completely justifiable.

Turning serious, Jongho inquired, "So, what did the mistress need help with? She's been secluded in the study ever since Prince Yeosang's departure and hadn't spoken to any of us until you showed up. Something must have happened."

With a smug nod, Wooyoung responded, "Ah, it seems I already know more than you. How does that feel, senior assistant Choi?" His grin disappeared when the younger man did not react as expected, only staring him down intimidatingly, as if daring him to continue with his playful shenanigans, "Ugh, fine, sheesh. The fourth prince invited her to his birthday banquet happening next week. She's really anxious since it's her first royal event and without General Park. She wants guidance on dealing with the royals."

Head shooting up at the revelation, the assistant knitted his brows together in concern, "The fourth prince... invited her to his birthday banquet? Did he say why?"

The private investigator shrugged, a hint of nonchalance in his tone, "He mentioned that since General Park is away, he hoped Lady Park could represent him this year."

A troubled expression clouded Jongho's features as he processed the information, his mind racing with possible implications. The idea of His Highness extending such an invitation seemed out of the ordinary, sparking unease within him.

Noticing the younger man's troubled demeanour, Wooyoung nudged him on the shoulder, concern evident in his voice, "Why do you look so bothered, man? What's on your mind?"

Jongho's stomach churned as he mulled over his thoughts, his voice tinged with apprehension as he responded, "I wouldn't have been surprised if it had been any of the other princes. But Prince Yeosang? He hasn't hosted a single birthday banquet in years. And besides, his connection with the general is minimal at best. So... what do you think he wants with our mistress?"

That revelation made the private investigator sit up straight, suddenly grasping the complexity of the situation. If what his friend said held true, it meant the fourth prince was plotting something. A surge of protectiveness for you washed over him, wanting to ensure your safety and not let his role model down.

Turning to the assistant, he asked, "Damn, I don't like the sound of that. So what's our move? Should we warn her?"

Jongho shook his head adamantly, "Absolutely not. She'd panic, and that's the last thing we need. I'll fetch the dressmaker; he's one of the general's closest friends, and along with Physician Jung's help, we'll try to figure this out."

"Oh, one more thing!" Wooyoung interjected, grabbing the younger man's attention, "Lady Park did mention that it would be great if she could somehow get in touch with Royal Secretary Choi. It seems she believes he's the only one who can offer helpful advice for navigating the royal event."

Pondering this information quietly, the assistant nodded, "Fortunately, I've corresponded with him on behalf of the general several times. I should be able to reach him easily."

Jongho furrowed his brows, noticing the unsettled expression on the investigator's face, "What's bothering you now?"

Wooyoung sighed, his expression clouded with uncertainty, "The lady also expressed her doubts about whether the royal secretary would even consider helping her. She's unsure if someone as busy as him would take the time to assist her."

Shaking his head, the assistant offered reassurance, "Don't worry. Royal Secretary Choi is genuinely one of the kindest people you'll ever meet. He shares a friendship with the general and will certainly lend a hand to our mistress if she needs it."

That would soon be clear to them all when San arrived to grace everyone in the general's estate with his presence in just a few days, leaving Hongjoong, Yunho, and Wooyoung in awe as they watched the handsome man with an exceptionally fit physique—perhaps a little too fit to be a mere secretary—walk past the three of them, who were sitting in the living hall, with a respectful nod and courteous smile.

Jongho exchanged knowing glances with them as he ushered the royal secretary into the estate and towards the study, where you awaited his guidance with your studies.

"Am I the only one who thinks that guy seems more suited for the battlefield than the royal office?" Wooyoung quipped, prompting a reluctant nod from Hongjoong. For some inexplicable reason, he found the private investigator mildly annoying, almost like a younger brother, "As much as I hate to admit it, you're right about that. He does give off that vibe."

Yunho, known for his wisdom and maturity, offered a shrug in response, "We shouldn't judge someone solely by their appearance. Perhaps the royal secretary excels in matters of intelligence rather than physical strength."

Rolling his eyes, the dressmaker fired back, "Obviously, we're just joking. Lighten up a little, Yunho, or you'll never find a wife with that boring ass attitude."

The physician pursed his lips at the jab, while Wooyoung watched with amusement as the banter between the two friends unfolded, "Says you? You're older and still single. Perhaps the problem lies closer to home."

Hongjoong scoffed in disbelief and placed his hands on his hips, "Excuse you, I'll have you know there are plenty of women vying for my attention every day. It's not my fault I have standards."

"I could say the same." Yunho retorted.

Before the banter could escalate, Jongho intervened with a heavy sigh, "I leave for a minute, and you're already arguing. How is it that all of you are older than me?"

"I agree, assistant Choi. Their behaviour was rather immature," The investigator remarked, feigning innocence when the doctor raised an eyebrow, "You're the one who instigated the whole thing."

Just as Wooyoung opened his mouth to defend himself, the assistant rubbed his temple wearily, "Oh my god, enough. Let's not forget why we're here today—to figure out the intentions of Prince Yeosang regarding our mistress."

"Is that the purpose of this gathering?" Eunsook queried as she appeared by the entrance of the living hall.

The four nodded in confirmation, and the head maid sighed before joining them, "If that's the case, I believe I may be of help. I was with the mistress in the palace on the day the master discovered he had to depart for war. Something happened with the prince while we awaited the general's return from his emergency meeting."

As she recounted the incident at the cherry blossom garden, a dawning realisation settled over all of them. Suddenly, it all clicked into place: why Yeosang, known for despising his own birthday due to its reminders of his painful existence, was now planning a celebration and extending an invitation to Lady Park, of all people. It was clear to the group that the prince had set his sights on the general's wife, and this elaborate scheme was likely his attempt to lure you away from Seonghwa.

"I understand we're all concerned about what His Highness might attempt to win over our mistress, but I believe we should have a little faith in her. Her devotion to General Park is undeniable. I don't think she would easily forsake him after all he's done for her." The physician suggested, hoping to ease the tension in the room.

As the others visibly relaxed with the reminder, the dressmaker appeared to be the only one still troubled, "Yeah, about that..." The dread in the room heightened at Hongjoong's uneasy expression.

"What is it?" Jongho inquired cautiously.

With a frustrated expression, the eldest man among them ran a hand through his hair before recounting the recent encounter with Jinjoo, your stepsister, and the doubts you were starting to entertain about your husband, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

The elderly woman's stomach sank at the revelation, but she shook her head to reassure the dressmaker, "No, Hongjoong, it's not your fault. You couldn't have known her stepsister would be there. No matter how much we deny it, the truth has a way of surfacing. We can't hide it from her forever."

The others nodded in agreement, though filled with worry at the implications. They knew Eunsook was right. Eventually, you would likely discover the truth. They just hadn't expected it to happen so soon, especially with Seonghwa away at war. The thought of you being possibly swayed by the fourth prince's charms sent shivers down all their spines.

Well shit, that's not good at all.

"San, you're an absolute lifesaver. Thank you so much." You expressed with gratitude after the lengthy crash course he had just given you on dealing with royal figures when attending such events, offering a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

Returning the smile, the royal secretary noticed the fatigue and stress evident in your expression. He sensed there was more to your distress than just the fourth prince's sudden invitation to his birthday banquet. Perhaps his close relationship with his elder sister had sharpened his perception of women's emotions.

Observing your troubled expression, San gently inquired, "Are you feeling quite alright, Lady Park? If you're worried about the general, I can assure you that he is being partnered with only the best military strategist in all of Joseon. They have yet to lose a single battle thus far, I'm sure this time would be no different."

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over you at his words. On one hand, you appreciated his attempt to ease your worries about your husband's safety. On the other hand, a nagging curiosity gnawed at your mind, Jinjoo's words still lingering, urging you to delve deeper into the mysteries surrounding your family's punishments.

San's position as the royal secretary and his close friendship with the general made him an ideal source of information. Surely, he would know the intricate details of the case and could provide you with the answers you sought. However, the thought of uncovering the full truth filled you with trepidation.

What if reality's more than you could bear?

You wrestled with your inner turmoil, unsure of whether to broach the subject with Royal Secretary Choi. Part of you yearned for closure, to finally understand the events that took place without your knowledge. Yet, another part hesitated, fearing the potential consequences of unearthing Seonghwa's carefully buried secrets.

As you glanced at San, who was patiently awaiting your response, you grappled with your decision. Would you dare to confront the shadows of your fears, or would you continue to dwell in uncertainty, afraid of what truths lay beneath?

To hell with it.

Taking a deep breath, you responded, "Thank you for your reassurance regarding my husband's capabilities. However, that's not precisely what's weighing on my mind..."

He arched a curious eyebrow, intrigued by what other concerns could possibly be bothering you besides Seonghwa's safety, "I'm all ears, my lady." He offered, inviting you to share your thoughts.

Lowering your head, you recounted your recent encounter with your stepsister and the unsettling doubts it had stirred within you. Then, with a hesitant tone, you inquired, "May I seek clarification from you regarding my husband's role in the Jang family's punishments?"

San maintained a composed smile, betraying no hint of shock at your revelation. With a calm demeanour, he laced his fingers together before him, "I empathise with your concerns, Lady Park, and I want you to know that they are valid. While the details of the case are confidential, I can offer some clarity to ease your worries."

You held your breath as he continued, "The truth is, His Majesty was responsible for determining your family's physical punishments, but the general took charge of overseeing the entire process."

So, it's true.

Your heart sank at the confirmation.

"Understandably, you may find his involvement frightening. However, you need to know that this has always been the nature of his job. If you think him cruel, remember that every drop of blood shed was in service of this nation's security. He's doing what only a few have the guts to do. And in this case, it's out of love for you that he was determined to ensure that those who harmed you and your mother faced justice. My lady, can you truly fault him for that?"

His words struck you like a boulder, and you realised he might be onto something.

The royal secretary grinned as he observed your expression, knowing his words were making an impact, "Besides, you've been here long enough to witness how good he can be to those he cares about. That includes you, all the staff in this estate, as well as his loyal friends currently seated in the living hall. Surely, there must be a good reason why these people choose to remain by his side, wouldn't you agree?"

Noting your silence and contemplative expression, San understood that you needed time to digest everything. While he hoped he had made a valid point, he knew that your conflicting emotions wouldn't dissipate so easily. Nevertheless, he had done his best to encourage you to keep an open mind and speak the truth.

Ultimately, the next steps were up to you.

"As much as I'd like to stay and chat, I have another appointment scheduled in an hour, so I should probably head to my next destination." He announced, rising from his seat opposite you.

His words snapped you out of your reverie as you got up after him, "Ah, yes, of course. I can't thank you enough for everything, San."

As you escorted him towards the exit, he smiled warmly at you, "You're most welcome, Lady Park. Don't fret too much about the royal event next week. I'm sure you'll do splendidly, especially considering you've already managed to impress the fourth prince. He's not an easy royal to handle, so that's quite an achievement."

Prince Yeosang is... not easy to handle?

Before you could ask him to elaborate, the royal secretary was already boarding his carriage. With a defeated sigh, you waved at him as the vehicle began to pull away.

Heading back inside, your mind reeled from his words. His Highness had never seemed difficult around you, so you struggled to comprehend what San meant. Besides his slightly playful demeanour, you didn't find the prince hard to handle in any way.

Before you knew it, your head began to throb with the endless thoughts swirling around. Eunsook rushed over in concern when she saw you swaying, your hands pressed against your temples.

"Mistress! Are you feeling alright? Oh dear, you look exhausted," She exclaimed, her worry evident in her voice, "That's enough studying for today. Go and rest. I'll bring you dinner when it's ready."

Throughout the rest of the week, Jongho and the others couldn't bring themselves to warn you about the potential advances of the fourth prince. They noticed how visibly stressed you were, dedicating all your time to refining your ladylike etiquette and practising formal speech with the head maid. Your determination for perfection in your debut at a royal event was clear as day.

After receiving all the help you needed, you were finally ready for the banquet. Standing before the mirror, you inspected yourself, admiring the delicate red flower the dressmaker had once again helped you paint on your forehead, perfectly complementing your new hanbok, "Are you pleased with the look, Lady Park?"

You nodded enthusiastically, "Absolutely, Hongjoong. You never disappoint, and you know that."

With newfound confidence, you departed from the general's estate, accompanied by Jongho and Eunsook. Mentally reviewing the list of potential royals in attendance, you appreciated Wooyoung's efforts in the past week as he assisted you with retrieving specific books from the public library and studying the royal family tree.

The private investigator lingered near the estate's entrance after seeing you off, his jaw slightly agape. He had always found you pretty, but seeing you all dressed up and with the flower on your forehead, he was struck by your ethereal beauty. Just as he was about to entertain the thought that Seonghwa must have saved an entire country to deserve someone like you, he realised that might actually be true.

"Excuse me, Jung Wooyoung. That's not your lady to be ogling like that. Behave yourself, or I'll have to whoop your ass on behalf of the general." Hongjoong warned, rolling his eyes as the younger man pouted before sulking back inside the estate.

As your carriage approached the familiar high palace walls, Jongho and Eunsook exchanged determined glances. They had agreed to stick by your side at all times, wanting to protect you from whatever schemes Prince Yeosang might have planned for the event.

"We've arrived, mistress." The assistant announced as the carriage came to a stop.

With the head maid's assistance, you stepped down from the carriage with slightly less ease than when your husband carried you, feeling a pang in your heart as you were reminded of him. Despite your complicated feelings, you couldn't deny the longing for his presence. You hoped he was safe and well while you attended the birthday celebration of another.

Approaching the grand entrance of the hall hosting the fourth prince's birthday banquet, you noticed that the palace staff responsible for announcing guests had recognised you immediately, sparing Jongho the need to introduce you. As you reached the entrance, the staff announced in a loud voice, "Miss Jang, eldest daughter of the former Minister of Military Affairs, has arrived."

Your shock was palpable as the announcement rang out, your eyes widening and your stomach sinking at the unexpected introduction. The last thing you wanted was to be associated with your father, especially not at such a prestigious event. You had been specifically told by the prince that you were here to represent your husband. So why would they announce you like that, using your past title, when you now held a new and official one as the general's wife? The discrepancy left you feeling uneasy and out of place as you stepped into the grand hall.

What's the meaning of this, Your Highness?

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"General Park! Letters for General Park!"

The messenger's urgent cry echoed through the camp, drawing attention to the main tent where Seonghwa typically conducted his affairs between battles. Bursting into the tent, the messenger gasped for breath, his eyes darting around, "Sir, may I enter?"

"Come in," A deep voice replied, but it wasn't the general's. Officer Song, the military strategist, sat alone inside, his gaze fixed on the newcomer, "General Park is uhh... preoccupied elsewhere at the moment. What brings you here, soldier?"

Handing over the stack of letters he carried, the messenger answered, "The general has received a few missives, one from his assistant and another from His Highness, the fourth prince."

Mingi's brow furrowed in confusion, "The fourth prince?"

The messenger nodded vigorously, "Yes, His Highness mentioned it's regarding an urgent matter and should be delivered to the general as soon as possible."

Officer Song nodded in acknowledgement, "I see. Leave it to me, soldier. I'll ensure it reaches him as soon as he's available."

As soon as the messenger departed, Mingi's curiosity overwhelmed him, and he unfolded the letter from Prince Yeosang. His breath hitched as he absorbed the concise yet weighty message. The prince started off by conveying gratitude for Seonghwa's service to the nation and extended well wishes, reassuring him not to worry about returning.

However, the content took a surprising turn with his final paragraph.

'Out of respect for you, I am writing to inform you that I will be proposing to Miss Jang. I believe she deserves the freedom to choose her own husband. Perhaps what she needs is someone who can remain by her side and not cause her any worry. If you truly care about her happiness, you would understand.'

Once again setting the stage for the main event HAHA sorry for the (sorta) filler chapter, but I promise there will definitely be drama in the next part.😈

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[supermarketbae]

hi! did u miss meeee😇 can we have missionary sex, dom billy takes full control of sub reader. He kisses her tears away, praising her for taking his big cock, lots of wet sounds and billy just pounding u into the bed. Thank you🥰🥰🥰

DUH ofc I did love! Grrrrr I’m on my monthly and this isn’t helping my intense forever hornyness so WELLPPP-

Well Aren’t You Pretty?

warnings: dom!Billy, sub reader, manhandling, light choking, p in v, praise, degradation, dirty talk, reader is fem, dumbification, slight breeding kink, idk what else tell me if I missed sum (not formatted bc it’s me also the pic is not meant to represent readers skin tone I Js think it’s pretty)

Your brain was simply melted. Scorched even. You felt like warm honey was trailing slowly down your spine covering your supple body as your boyfriend, Billy, kissed and suckled on your neck as he whispered filthy things in your ear that had you clenching your thighs together in need. “You’re quite warm.” Came the cool low drawl. You shiver as Billy smirks down at you, lips slowly parting to reveal sharp incisors which he darts his tongue across. The room felt sticky, like a humid summers day and as Billy’s ocean colored eyes look down at you, you huff softly, eyebrows furrowing as he climbs on top of you. “I wonder why that would be.” You coo back smiling impish as Billy takes a strong hand to your cheek, caressing your skin before tilting your chin up and kissing you on your lips fiercely.

“Fuckin’ brat” comes the ever quick reply. Billy’s deep voice never failed to strike a cord of arousal deep in your belly. You wiggle your hips suggestively as you scrunch your nose “You love me though.” You say it as a statement because you know it’s true. Billy shakes his head in amusement, a true smile gracing his tanned face as he nods kissing you once more. You giggle as strands of his sun kissed blonde hair tickle at your face. As much as he’d hate to admit, you have Billy wrapped around your manicured finger.

But, as he dragged his finger down the valley of your perky boobs you keen softly looking up at him with pleading doe eyes as your lashes flutter sultrily. “That shuts you up every. Fuckin’. Time.” Billy bites warmly in your ear. His muscular thighs caging you in hotly pressed against him. Shaking, you look up at him submissively, biting your lip as he grins meanly, placing his mouth inches from yours as he ghosts “And I fucking love it too.” You whine at this, bucking your hips up into his trying for any form of reaction. You get it. Billy licks a strip of your neck “I want words sweetheart.” He sighs and you can feel a bulge as you buck your hips up again.

“Stop teasing” you stutter voice pitchy. Billy chuckles darkly at your writhing whines, wincing as your breathy voice sends heat shooting to his nearing painful hard on. He was going to fuck you until you couldn’t walk he mused, lips quirking up at the thought. “You want me to stop darlin’?” he groans feigning hurt. You could tell by the timbre in his voice that he was going to play you until you broke. “N-uh-No!” You protest quickly and you’re fast to realize your mistake as Billy’s eyes darken in possessiveness. You gasp turns reedy as Billy slips a hand into your shorts index finger rubbing sharp circles into your clit in a way he knows short circuits your brain. “Then want do you want doll?” Billy drags out the pet name innocently. You know what he wants. And you know what you need, so you swallow your pride and beg. “Puh-ah- please fuck me Billy.” Your soft cry has him groaning as he feels a distinctive drool of his cock. “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing” Billy whispers as his large hands grip your waist-much to your delight- as he pulls you down closer to him.

“Gonna fuck you so good sweetheart,” Billy smiles kissing your cheek as your back bows and you arch up into him moaning at his words. “Such good fuckin’ manners,” he continues nipping at your collarbone. “And good manners deserve a reward huh?” He growls as his right hand snakes to your neck addictively. You claw at his bicep holding him as his fingers slip into your gushing cunt. “Bills-ah-Billy please I need it” you whimper, the soft nickname not passing Billy’s ears.

“Such a greedy little pussy hmm?” At this snarky regard Billy thrusts his fingers quickly in and out of your throbbing hole. Mewling you shudder, red nails creating crescents in his golden skin. “Baby please I-oh fuckkk~” your eyes roll while your hips instinctively attempt to cant closed. Billy’s grip on your calf stops this however as he guides your shorts and panties down quickly to have better access to your sloppy cunt. You blush, mouth forming into an oh as Billy’s eyes glaze at the sight-and sound of him working his thick fingers into your tight core.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Billy mumbles husky, as the wet sounds of your glistening heat reach his perked ears, Billy inhales shakily and starts to rut his hips into the mattress as your eyes turn hazy and tear filled from pleasure. “Billy!” Your voice is breathier still and much higher, but the way you say his name has him moaning yours back lowly. “Look at this darlin’ she’s practically leaking for me.” Billy coos referring to your pussy, one hand still placed over your hips holding you down.

As your hole gives a telling repeated flutter he grins evilly and you whine so close to cumming on his fingers. “Are you gonna cum for me doll?” Billy asks deep voice adding to the tight coil in your tummy. You nod vigorously, opening your mouth to speak but only a strangled little sigh slips out. “The only way you’re going to be doing that-” you nearly wail as Billy pulls out his coated fingers, cunt clenching as he brings them to his outstretched tongue to lick them clean. “Is if your creaming on my cock sweetheart.” He finishes. You can’t help but to let out a small keen at his words. You can feel them in your chest clawing their way to your heart and squeezing. Maybe that’s why your heart skips a beat as he pulls down his boxers teasingly slow.

Billy’s head cocks back as the flushed head of his red, weeping dick hits the cool air. You stare at it unabashed and wanting as you trail your eyes up the veins to his glistening slit. “See something you want?” Comes Billy’s forward teasing lilt. Nonetheless though, he grins eyes flashing as you nod needily and whimper for him to rail you. He quirks his brow at your panting silence, so you gasp out “please put it in—ah!” Your indignant plea is cut short with a squeal as he thrusts into you easily and to the hilt.

You cry softly as Billy’s hips piston into yours fast. It felt so good— the rhythmic push of his hips into yours. And as you whimpered and pulsed around his girth Billy let out a loud groan, much to the delight of your cunt that continues to gush around him and tighten warmly. “Feel so-oh fuck—s-so fuckin’ good” Billy slurs into you as his eyes screw shut tightly before opening once more. You relish in the way the corn flower blue of his iris’ are hidden by his blown pupils. The pussy drunk look on his face matched a similar look of pleasure that was upon yours. 

“Always look so gorgeous crying on my dick baby~” Billy murmurs to you hotly as he bites the bottom of your ear, the sting was gentle, shocking you back from the hazy state your mind was in. You gave an appreciative moan and clench around him, your voice betraying you. “So—mmm-so big Billy-ah- make me feel so—so good.” You squeak out. Billy’s drunken grin widens at your praise and he somehow ruts even faster into you. Your body goes slack yet stiff at this your hands clawing into the sheets as well as Billy’s back attempting to anchor yourself to something— anything comforting as your hole is abused again and again. At some point your thighs must have closed again because suddenly it all stops.

Your brain is moving slow and out of focus, like you took a picture and forgot to zoom back in. You’re highly aware of Billy’s strong, warm hands tracing down your figure. You arch into them for comfort until you realize their sinister task. You yelp as his Billy growls lifting one of your legs to his shoulder holding you spread wide for him to do whatever the hell he wants to you.

Billy wants to ruin you.

You can see it in his eyes as his face drops closer to yours. The intensity of his gaze has you shutting your eyes but now gripping onto his shoulders as he gyrates his hips into a slow grind. A slurred moan melts out of you as Billy’s hand, once again finds its place at your neck. “Eyes on me pretty girl.” Billy commands evenly. Immediately your eyes snap open, your brows still pinched. In this position, he was so much deeper, rubbing against a spot that had you seeing stars.

“fuck me~” is all you can choke out whimpering so soft it’s barely audible, but Billy hears you. He complies with a slow deep thrust that has you, again clinging to his bulky biceps. “Right there huh?” Billy groans as you arch up into him “yeahhh right there sweetheart—f-fuck— I can feel this tight little cunt milking me.” He whines into your ear. The only thought in your brain is Billy, and as he fucks you hard and deep, it’s the only thing your brain is tuning into. You inhale shakily when you realize you’ve forgotten to breathe.

Billy swipes his thumb over your lip as you drool, tongue stuck slightly out from the overwhelming pleasure you feel. “Yes—ah-oh fuck please please I-harder!” Your voice warbles pornographically. Your eyes roll back as the tightened hotness in your belly nears snapping. You’re so very, very, close.

“Please-Nuh—no don’t stop-m-‘m gonna c-uh!” Your confusing mewls spur Billy on as his abs tighten he gives an answering shuddering gasp “wouldn’t—ah- wouldn’t dream of it darlin’” he rasps. Billy doesn’t hold back as he moans “come on—mmm- cum on this cock, s-show me how good I make you feel love.” And at the pet name you shatter the tightened coil of arousal in your belly finally snapping, oh so addictively. You attempt to thrash, but are held still by Billy’s arms caging around your body.

The way your warm velvety walls clench around Billy’s leaking cock is enough to send him over the edge as well moaning your name as he spills into you dribbling, as he continues to fuck his cum back in. As he continues to move, you grab his long hair pulling his face to yours as you kiss his plump, bitten lips needily. A few sloppy thrusts later, Billy’s hips still and you pull away breathless from the hot and heavy kiss. Happy and totally satisfied in Billy’s larger body atop of yours.

“You alright?” Comes the now loving drawl of your boyfriend as a dopey smile spreads across your face. You merely giggle, snuggling closer into his arms as you nod “Just peachy.” You snicker. A responding chuckle into your shoulder tells you that Billy heard your silly antics. “I don’t think I remember my name.” You mutter.

You’re only half serious.

Billy kisses your cheek before nipping your collarbone one last time “Then I definitely fucked your brains out doll.”

[jinwoosungs]

{ 022 }

- late night conversations you have with them -

featuring: aoi todo; megumi fushiguro; yuji itadori; yuta okkotsu

[ aoi todo 💌 ]

todo is the type to call you to talk about your mutually favorite idol: TAKADA-CHAN! he was so stoked to meet another fan like him, not minding that you were part of the fandom! yet lately, it seems like his late night calls would stop focusing on takada-chan and more about you…

you lay back in bed with your cellphone pressed against your right ear. on the other line was your best friend, todo, as you spoke excitedly about the meet and greet with takada-chan. you were simply reminiscing about how amazingly sweet she was, and how you nearly passed out when she agreed to take a selfie with both of you.

“ahhh i can’t stop grinning, thinking about that day aoi!”

a small chuckle was heard on the other line as todo seems to simply remain quiet, allowing you to do most of the talking, only interjecting when you asked for his input or thoughts about how he felt during that simply amazing day.

yet, the more you listened to him, the more his answers seemed nonchalant- almost lackluster, even.

“how did you feel when takada-chan grabbed your hand, giving it a shake?”

“it was alright.”

“wasn’t takada-chan super cute in her outfit! her theme was shooting stars!”

“yes, she was cute.”

“uhm, do you think she has the perfect singing voice?”

“i’d much rather hear you sing.”

your mouth was wide open in a gape, his latest answer was enough to make your head spin as you looked down incredulously at your phone. upon noticing your sudden silence, todo was heard letting out a string of curses.

“fuck, i’m sorry… did that make you uncomfortable?”

you felt yourself shaking your head in response, placing your phone back against your ear, “n-no! not at all aoi, it’s just… uhm… i didn’t expect it?”

todo’s rich chuckle fills your ears. “ah, and why is it unexpected, cutie?”

the heat felt against your cheeks was damn near unbearable, and you clenched your eyes shut, ignoring the sudden racing of your heart when you shakily tell him, "well, i mean... isn't takada-chan your number one girl?"

upon hearing your question, todo lets out another hearty laugh, his voice taking on a sudden softness- tone made gentler from the pinpricks of adoration he was beginning to feel for you.

"honey, takada-chan stopped being my number one girl the moment you stepped into my life. why would i ever want an idol that i can see once every 2 to 3 months, when i've got my own angel i can hold in my arms every single day?"

you could literally feel your heart begin to race from within the confines of your chest, making a sudden epiphany fill you as you allowed todo's words to repeat themselves over and over again within your head...

"so, what do you say, babygirl? you feel like goin' out on a date with me tomorrow? if you say yes, i'll take you to your favorite ice cream parlor and buy you as many flavors as you want."

you couldn't stop your giggling if you tried, falling back into bed while admitting to todo with a wide grin on your face, "it's a date!"

[ megumi fushiguro 🐺 ]

megumi is the type who will always accept your calls regardless of how late it is! if you're ever feeling anxious about anything, be it an upcoming exam, an argument you had with your parents, or just needed a 'good friend' to keep you company, you can always count on megumi.

your tears were still streaming down your face when you brokenly spoke into the phone, knowing that megumi was listening intently to you on the other end.

"fuck, 'gumi, it just hurts when my parents scold me for not having any particular goals in life. they get so mad at me, comparing me constantly to my older sister. she's driven and passionate about becoming a doctor, yes, but that's not what i ever wanted to do."

you hear megumi let out a scoff, yet still doesn't speak a word as he allows you to vent about the argument that you had with your parents earlier today at dinner.

your voice takes on hushed tones, being mindful at how it was 2am and that your parents were in a deep sleep right now. taking in a sharp inhale, you angrily wipe away at those tears that refused to stop streaming down your face.

"it's just, i'm so fucking tired of hearing the same conversation every day. i'm only on my second year of high school, and i shouldn't have to make a career choice so soon."

"i agree. i'm actually feeling pretty pissed along with you, so your feelings are completely valid."

and just like that, you felt your heart become considerably lighter in response to megumi's reassuring words. your tears finally slowed down its angry cascade down your cheeks, and you let out a giggle while thanking megumi.

"seriously megs, thank you, for always making time out of your day to listen to my rants. i'm honestly so shocked that you're still around, listening to me bitch and moan all the time."

megumi's laughter succeeds in making you shiver in response, making an almost dreamy smile paint your features as you felt so happy that he couldn't see you at this exact moment.

"don't mention it... i'll do anything to make you feel better..."

the hidden passion hidden within his voice makes your heart flutter in response, yet before you could call him out on it, megumi immediately changes the subject by clearing his throat suddenly, "listen, tomorrow's the start of the weekend. how about i take you out? we can have breakfast at that cafe you're always raving about."

you giggle and felt yourself nodding eagerly in response. "yes, that sounds perfect... thank you."

not wishing to stop talking to him, you spend the next few hours talking about your plans together, your anger being quickly replaced by sheer joy thanks to megumi.

[ yuji itadori 🐶 ]

best friend vibes who will talk your ear off about anything and everything all at once! you just loved hearing yuji's voice when it gets passionate about discussing the things he loves... but lately, it's been getting difficult for yuji to hide that the thing he loves the most has always been you...

"uhm, can i tell you a secret?" your name comes from yuji's parted lips in a bit of a tremor, making you feel a little worried for him. you sit up in bed and start picking at the ends of your comforter, wondering why yuji suddenly sounded so anxious.

you heard the sounds of rustling and movement on the other end, already picturing your best friend pacing around his room as he began to mumble softly, being too quiet for you to really discern what was being said.

"so... you know how we've been friends since we were practically babies, right? bein' next door neighbors and all..."

you giggle and lay back in bed, letting out a hum while clutching your favorite plushie close to your chest. "of course! we've been together for so long since our parents were such good friends with each other."

yuji's rich laughter already begins to fill your ears. "yeah... i've remained by your side through thick and thin. protecting you from boys who kept messing with your hair in grade school... jumping off a see-saw to impress you while losing a teeth, too. hehe... good times, am i right?"

"of course they're all good times." you continue to giggle, twirling your hair a bit at all the memories you shared with him. "so, why are you bringing this up, yuji?"

you felt his hesitation on the other line, hearing him mumble a curse before admitting to you with a bit of a stutter, "t-this whole time, i-i never once saw you a-as a best f-friend."

your heart practically breaks when he admitted that to you, and you were about to question why had it not been the way he immediately mended your heart with his next confession,

"i've been madly in love with you this whole time. t-to me, you've always been my girl..."

your mind was spinning, and you suddenly found that you couldn't stop smiling, even if you tried. it took you a herculean effort to hold back your squeals of happiness.

as you took your time basking in yuji's confession, you could hear his worried tone coming from your phone. "h-hey, i'm sorry, did i ruin everything between us? i swear, nothing will ever change if you don't feel the same way for me! we can just pretend this never happened and-"

"yuji itadori, shut your mouth and give me a chance to process, you dork!" you giggle and held your phone closer to your ear, telling him sweetly, "i love you, too... and i'm so happy to have known you as my best friend who... who loves me, too."

the relief was evident in yuji's voice, with you hearing him let out a sigh while chuckling weakly, "geez, way to make a guy feel like he's dying of a heart attack! your silence really had me worried there..."

you smile into your phone fondly, "to be honest with you, yuu, i don't think much will change between us. after all, we're still going to have sleepovers, late night spent bingeing movies and videogames. and you're still going to walk me to school... the only addition is now you can kiss me fully- on the lips!"

yuji whistles on the other end, and you can just imagine the perfectly handsome smirk now spreading over his lips. "babe, i really like the sound of that. let's do that real soon... can i come over tomorrow and see you?"

with the biggest grin on your face, you nod and tell him, "nothing would make me happier, yuji."

[ yuta okkotsu 💍 ]

when yuta is away, in a totally different country for a mission, it truly doesn't matter what time it may be in his or your respective timezones, HE WILL CALL YOU, since he's so achingly in love with you and always wishes to hear your voice. his ideal conversation with you would be just to listen to you talk about your day as he takes a moment to relax in a completely foreign bedroom, using your voice as his sole source of comfort when he's so far away from home.

you hear your boyfriend let out a pleased hum on the other line, just simply basking in the sound of your voice as you kept going on and on about everything that you did today.

"yeah, not much happened, yuta. i just mainly worked... then came home to relax with a light dinner before talking to you."

"oh, and what did you eat throughout the day then?"

"what? haha, you want to know every details of my meals, too?"

"of course! i know how much of a hopeless cook you are when i'm not around."

"hey! that's so rude of you to say, yuta!"

you laugh along with him, but finally relented and told him every single details about your meals throughout the day. when you finished, yuta lets out a pleased hum, and you could imagine his expression being one in deep thought.

"not bad, perhaps my love isn't so hopeless after all?"

"i'm doing just fine! but i will admit, i do miss your cooking, yuta." your smile was a wry one, truly missing your boyfriend since he had been away for so long. even with the distance, your heart truly still sang for yuta, since he always did his best to call you every day, no matter what time it was.

which made it considerably easy for you, especially during the late nights where you would find yourself missing him. whenever such yearnings struck, you would simply go back to your chat logs with yuta, or recall the conversations you had with him.

"i know you miss me, love, i miss you a lot too. but just know that i'm always thinking about you, and i'll always make time for you."

your heart was filled to the brim with love for him, making you giggle as you tell him, "now, that's enough about my day. tell me about yours."

you shut your eyes then, simply basking in the sound of yuta's voice as you listened to each and every detail about his own day, treating him with the same amount of love and respect that he had always given you.

a.n. - this has got to be my favorite headcanons / drabbles to write for the jjk boys! it was so much fun, and i hope you readers enjoy this too! 🥹

also! i forgot to mention this, but the moment i realized xander mobus voiced aoi todo in the dub, I KNEW i had to write for him bc xander is one of my fave va’s?? 😭🙌🏻 i’ll add more todo drabbles, too!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[blacknedsoul-blog]

An unnecessarily detailed analysis of the (re)encounter between Annabel and "Leo" (part II)

Evil tongues say I've had this shit in the oven for several weeks because I bought the fast pass on episode 105 and smoked the whole season one afternoon when I was bored as a fucking oyster about to climb the walls. Don't listen to them, they're telling the truth.

So, yeah, people. We had a flashback. One that comes right after the last one we had. Aside from the fact that we finally know a little more about Theo, I want to focus on the direct sequel to a review I did a while back. So let's get started.

I'm still trying to decide if Annabel is complaining just because she had to get off her ass or because "Leo's" room being so far away from hers is, ahem, inconvenient. Another detail that someone mentioned on the discord, is that Annabel does this thing where she grabs her dress when she is trying to maintain the performance.

(later edit: someone commented to me that actually their rooms are ridiculously close to each other. So allow me to insert ridiculous jokes about how the first thing Ira will do when these two are engaged is take his precious daughter who is not to be touched before marriage somewhere else).

...Ah, they put... they put Annabel in Lenore's old room. Yeah, that must have been uncomfortable as shit. 

Okay. This is something I kind of suspected in her first stolen moment at the Arboreum, but I think this confirms it for me: yes, Lenore teasing Annabel is a way of expressing annoyance without being directly hurtful. 

Raise your hand if you enjoy seeing "Miss Proper Lady" lose her fucking temper. Bonus points if she deserves it. 

Lenore, I don't know if taking your clothes off is the best way to get Annabel to stay on topic. I do want to emphasize her face in that moment, though, like she knows Annabel cares about her, but she's still angry at her, and pressuring her to drop the mask is literally the only way she has to express it. I like it because it's consistent with her stolen moment in the Arboreum. 

"Admire this magnificent door made of door. Yes, an excellent door. Wonderful door. Eyes on the door, Annabel, eyes on the door and not on your crush taking off his jacket in front of you. Also, don't think too much about the fact that if anyone sees this, everything that is important to you will fall apart".  

Pause. Where did we see Annabel say that? Ah, yes. Well, if we had any doubts about posh besties, this confirms it. 

I want to linger on the faces of both of them in this scene because, for the love of Nyarlathotep, they are painful to watch knowing that this will end with both dead. 

Yes, Annabel, this "perhabs" was very VERY serious. 

I'm sure this is the second time in Annabel's life that someone has asked her if she wants something. And it's the same person. Ouch.

Does anyone else in the squad find it disturbing that ANNABEL is concerned about moral issues? 

That's not how Kabedons are made, missy. 

LENORE, LOOK AT THE FUCKING FACE SHE'S LOOKING AT YOU WITH, SHE WOULDN'T BE "PRETENDING TO BE IN LOVE WITH YOU", SHE'S EATING OUT OF YOUR FUCKING HAND RIGHT NOW. IF SHE WASN'T AFRAID OF JAIL AND WASN'T SO VICTORIAN, SHE'D BE ASKING IF SHE COULD GET IN YOUR PANTS.   

Okey, I need to know how this went from "pff, it's not a real marriage, we're both women!" to "I'm gonna fuckin' whore myself with Nyarlathotep Tumblrsexymen to come get you, baby. Shit, if these two die without having this conversation, I'm going to shoot myself in the mouth with a medieval arquebus. 

I like this moment because it tells you two interesting things: one is that Annabel must have a complicated relationship with her father, she cares for him and maybe feels he loves her in his own way, but at the same time Ira is her jailer, the main culprit of the golden cage she's trapped in. Another thing: we know Lenore used to care about her father, but come on, after everything that happened, I doubt she gives the man a second thought. 

...I wrote practically the exact same dialog in a fanfic. Actually, in the first Nevermore fanfic I ever wrote, when the fuck did my bullshit ever come true? 

I was racking my brain for a while about why Annabel keeps doing this. Like, look at this shit, even Ada or Morella would be able to see that this is bullshit. And I think I have an idea why. 

I think Annabel started to figure out how to make this work even before she came in. Maybe she's not all in, but at least the idea is tempting. The thing is, she's putting a lot on the line here: her life, her relationship with her father (the only family member we know of), what little freedom she has.

And that means she has to put her chips on the right person. She knows how the social game works, she knows how to manipulate the stakes of her hand, maybe she even thinks she knows how to get around those pesky legal snags when they come up. 

But she's not cunning, she's not quick-thinking, she lacks determination, and she's definitely not brave. Lenore can wrap herself in big dreams and beautiful words all she wants, but if she can't make up for Annabel's weaknesses, it's a losing bet from the start. On top of that, she has to be able to read her: in Victorian engagements, even your pet was into that shit, so sneaking away to plan things would be more of a rare privilege than a constant, her playmate has to be able to understand her perfectly, because they can't waste valuable time explaining minutiae. They have to be on the same page to the millimeter. 

Annabel is a player. And as such, she knows that in games where you have a partner, the key to winning isn't playing your own cards or chips well, it's being able to synchronize with your partner to give each other better plays until one of you manages to win. 

And if I had to bet, I think that is the Lenore that Annabel wants back: the Lenore who can read her, the Lenore who can get under her skin and know her true intentions even when Annabel is wearing the most perfect mask. The Lenore who can smile boldly and tell her that everything will be all right. 

Of course, Lenore passed the test. With a more than perfect score. 

The chapter ends with Lenore giving Annabel the final decision: if she sees no reason to stay, she won't, and she can assure her that she'll be fine. But if she's in, she'll do everything in her power to make it work. 

This was the moment that tore me up inside because it made me drop the shingle of sad, sad shit. 

Conclusions

And here's why I decided to post this analysis after the season.  

One thing this episode told me was that I was wrong about one thing: the relationship between these two isn't exactly what it used to be. What this episode also told me was that, despite everything, the two of them seemed to be able to communicate and find common ground, to make deals, to give each other choices. Shit we don't see anymore in their time in Nevermore. 

And with good reason.

In Nevermore Annabel and Lenore are adrift. No memories, no identity, no bonds. As if that weren't enough, both are terrified: Annabel has built all her means of survival around a context that she masters perfectly, and in Nevermore she doesn't know what's going on; on the other hand, Lenore's bravery and cunning are qualities that turn from virtues to flaws in a context where every single one of her decisions has repercussions for the people around her; she's willing to take anything, but not what happens to the people she loves. 

These two idiots know only one thing: that they love each other. And for Annabel and Lenore, loving means protecting. They have to try to protect each other because they really love each other. They love each other so much that they can't.

Because the only way for Annabel to protect Lenore is to be the queen of the board, to be the piece that everyone wants to get out of the way because her presence is too much of an inconvenience, because if she's good at anything,  it's dazzling so hard that no one is able to really see her. On the other hand, the only place Lenore can protect Annabel is by her side, she won't have a Spectre, but she's willing to do what it takes to take care of her if she stays where she can fight for her. 

But that won't happen because of the irreconcilable conflict caused by the memory (false or not, in practice it doesn't matter) that the Deans showed Annabel. She can't tell her that, she won't tell her that, how could she? It would tear Lenore apart and at worst alter her memories. But on the other hand, Lenore obviously wants to know, because she sees that Annabel is suffering, she wants to be there, she wants her to let her comfort her, to be by her side to help her sort this out, and all her pleas fall on deaf ears for reasons she can't even fathom.

But without realizing it, in all this devotion and accompanying fear, Annabel and Lenore are repeating the same controlling patterns of those who tried to save the other in life. 

Annabel is doing the same thing Thaddeus did when he got Lenore a fiancé, the same thing the doctors did when they kept her drugged 24/7 as a treatment even though she was sick, dare I say the same thing Theo did: assuming she knows better than she does what's good for her. "Protecting" her, even when that happens to be the agency Lenore is desperately trying to have over her life after being deprived of her freedom.

And on the other hand...this.

By taking full responsibility for what happened, Lenore is doing the same thing as Ira and all the people we meet in Annabel's life: denying her agency as an individual. Annabel is not a naive brat who was seduced by sweet words, she is a grown woman who was very, very clear about what the risks were. That they both ended up dead is partly her fault, but by turning this affair into "if I hadn't gone looking for you," Lenore completely invalidates Annabel's feelings, desires, and choices. 

A relationship that was once built on respect for choice and shared decision-making has now become a power game that neither can win, because one of the most important foundations of their relationship is that they are both equals. 

I'd like to end this on a more positive note, but...uh...well, the thing is, I don't. Like, that they're going to reconcile, they're going to reconcile, you know? But for that to happen, somebody's got to give them a massive punch like, something that tears them apart so they realize how fucking bad they are do-

You know what? Yeah, that might do it.

[literallyspiderwoman]

“Dad are you really this afraid of me?!”

PS: I edit this a lot so be sure to come back occasionally!

There were a LOT of lines in Across the Spider-Verse that stuck out to me, but this specific one hit me right in the feels.

First of all the way Gwen says it, her tone, the pain and emotion in her voice, her expression, EVERYTHING leading up to this one simple question is heartbreaking. Especially when you consider why she’s even asking this in the first place.

I want to point out that right after Gwen took her mask off, the background colors change from dark red to much less threatening colors, much softer if I might add. This basically signifies George’s POV.

Gwen had just revealed her identity as Spider-Woman to her dad, who’s now in complete shock. He believes Spider-Woman is a murderer and the one responsible for Peter’s death, so now that his own daughter comes out and tells him that she is in fact Spider-Woman, he jumps to the conclusion that “Spider-Woman is a murderer who killed Peter so that must mean that’s all true about my daughter.” instead of “Ah, my daughter is sweet so there’s no way those things about Spider-Woman are true!”. Now when I first watched this scene, I was like “Huh?”, because Gwen could’ve said ANYTHING else to her dad. She could’ve been like “Why are you doing this?!”, or she could’ve gotten angry at him. Gwen is WAY stronger than George, if he decided to shoot her, she would have been able to easily dodge that bullet. She could seriously hurt George if she wanted to and she knows it, but when George started reading Gwen her Miranda Rights, Gwen wasn’t angry, she was heartbroken, and you can see the change in her expression.

At first, she looks upset, fearful, and worried. Then, she looks hopeful. Hopeful that her dad will hear what she has to say, hopeful that her dad will understand her and trust her when she tells him that she isn’t a murderer, but he doesn’t. THATS when Gwen’s expression shifts from hopefulness to disbelief and heartbreak. “You’re in this to help people right? Well so am I”, Gwen was trying to convince her dad that she was on his side, that she didn’t kill Peter, that she isn’t what he thinks she is, but George doesn’t listen. Gwen thought that by telling her dad “You’re all I have left”, that that’d make him listen, but it didn’t.

You can hear the utter shock and disbelief in Gwen’s voice when her dad actually starts reading her rights, and you can hear how scared and distraught George is too, but there’s a hint of remorse in his voice. He sounds like he doesn’t want to do this. He sounds like he’s in pain, and well- he is. He’s arresting his own daughter. George thought that he was doing the right thing by hunting down Spider-Woman, he thought it was for the greater good, but now? He realizes he was just hurting Gwen.

Just put yourself in Gwen’s position for a second. She just revealed her biggest secret to her dad, and the reason she hid it from him for so long was because she was terrified of the thought that he would attempt to arrest her, and he DOES. He chooses to be a ‘good’ cop over being a dad. Imagine your own father, your own flesh and blood, and the person who gave you life, is absolutely terrified of you to the point where he almost aims a gun at you out of pure fear. But George doesn’t see his own child, he sees a monster. The same monster that murdered his daughter’s best friend. He quite literally can’t see his daughter in front of him, he just sees Spider-Woman.

“How long have you been lying to me?” Is the only question George asks Gwen throughout this entire scene. He asked this as a father, not as a cop. He was absolutely distraught and the only thoughts going through his mind were “No, this can’t be true…” and “How could my girl, my sweet girl…” (Actual line from the script btw). Another line that sort of stood out to me was “Can you just not be a cop for a second and be my dad here?”, Gwen didn’t feel like she was speaking to her dad, she felt like she was facing down a cop. George has been treating Gwen like a criminal this whole interaction. “Do you really think I’m a murderer?” Gwen asked this because could not BELIEVE that her dad actually thought that of her. The whole reason Gwen removed her mask in the first place was out of fear that her dad would actually shoot her, he already fired a warning shot, so why wouldn’t he just go ahead and pull the trigger?

Something I noticed earlier is how Gwen’s spider senses went off when her dad approached her. Spider senses ONLY go off when there’s a threat nearby, so this pretty much means Gwen saw her dad as a threat to her life :(

Also taking note of the fact that Gwen is his daughter, sixteen years old- and like 5’4, yet George is STILL powerless against her. His only option is to get her to surrender. Gwen and George kinda switched places throughout this scene. At first, Gwen is terrified of George, and then by the end it’s the other way around.

Gwen tries her hardest to plead with George, she kept her arms up in a defenseless position the whole time to show her dad that she won’t hurt him, but he can’t even look at her. This is something I took note of when watching ATSV; While George is reading Gwen her Miranda Rights, he can’t bring himself to look at her. He just stares at the ground, with a disappointed expression on his face. A face of pain. There’s a clear difference when George first says “You have the right to remain silent”, and the second time he says it. It’s like he doesn’t want to do it.

Now, I do hate George and I think he did a LOT wrong in this movie, but just look at his face for a second. Does that look like the the face of a man who is happy with what he’s doing? No. That’s a face of regret and guilt. He isn’t doing this because he wants to, he’s doing this because he’s afraid. Afraid of what exactly? Well, that brings us to my next point.

So obviously Gwen is in shock right now, her own father is trying to arrest her because he believes she murdered her childhood friend. Not only is Gwen shocked but she’s also confused. She’s probably thinking “Why is he doing this?”, and she came to the conclusion that her dad was doing this out of fear. Fear of HER.

This is a major reason as to why Gwen didn’t reveal her identity to her dad for so long. She knew he wouldn’t accept her, she knew he’d be scared of her, and she was right. George isn’t doing this just because he wants to be a good cop, he’s standing in front of the ‘dangerous menace’ who killed Peter, and that dangerous menace is Gwen, his daughter. George’s immediate reaction is to arrest Gwen because like I said earlier- He can only see Spider-Woman.

Now onto what this whole analysis is about, the line Gwen utters next… Along with “You’re the best thing I’ve ever done”, and “I can’t lose one more friend”, this line BROKE me. Gwen assumed that George was doing this out of fear, which is the main reason she asked him this. She was so frustrated by the thought of her own father doing something like this to her. She hated being misunderstood to the point of being seen as a monster by the one person she considers a role model to follow, the ONE person she has left. You can hear the pain in Gwen’s voice as well as her dad’s.

You can actually hear a slight change in George’s tone after Gwen says that line. Because SHE’S RIGHT. He IS afraid of her. That’s the whole reason as to why he’s doing this. He doesn’t even respond to her, his voice slightly breaks and you can definitely tell this is really hard for him. Hearing his own daughter straight up ask him if he’s really afraid of her probably felt like a punch in the gut, that’s a question neither of them thought they’d ever have to face.

George fears Gwen because she allegedly ‘killed’ Peter, but it’s also because of her abilities. George has seen what Spider-Woman is capable of. He’s seen what she can do. That’s the reason he backed away and raised his gun at Gwen when she took a step closer to him and yelled “DAD STOP!”, he was scared of her.

Gwen was heartbroken. She was trying her HARDEST to plead with her dad just for him to try and arrest her, aim a gun at her, and yell “DONT COME ANY CLOSER!” at her when she tried to approach him. You can literally hear the fear in his voice. Honestly I’m surprised Gwen didn’t snap after this, let alone forgive George at all. Imagine living with the mentality that your own dad didn’t hesitate to point a gun at you while yelling at you to not come any closer, poor Gwen.

I’ve always wondered what would’ve happened if Miguel and Jess hadn’t intervened. George actually had the intention of shooting Gwen, so if Miguel didn’t trap him in that box thing, George might’ve actually gone through with it, and that’s sickening to think about. The fact that he was even WILLING to aim a gun at Gwen is enough to fuck her up.

A difference between Miles and Gwen is that Miles knows he didn’t kill Uncle Aaron. Gwen on the other hand originally thought she didn’t kill Peter but the more her dad blamed Spider-Woman for it, the more she actually started to believe that she was responsible for his death. When Gwen told George “I didn’t murder Peter”, she was obviously trying to convince her dad that Peter’s death wasn’t her fault, but I think she was also trying to convince herself.

I don’t blame Gwen for wanting to join the Spider Society after all of this. I mean come on, her dad is terrified of her and thinks she’s a murderer, and she believes if she joins the Spider Society, she’ll finally find people who accept and understand her. No wonder she left Earth 65.

This entire scene was so heartbreaking dude I wanna cry time I watch it ☹️ The watercolors in the background as well as the voice acting from both Gwen and her dad were amazing and SO emotional, along with their expressions and the soundtrack- Ahh I could talk about this movie forever 😭 But anyways, thanks for reading my little analysis and FUCK GEORGE STACY ALL MY HOMIES HATE GEORGE STACY!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥💥🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️

[dolcezzatoru]

Just seen your sfw & nsfw alphabet for gojo (my current obsession) and I think your grasp of his character is really good. I'm all for he's an all or nothing type. If you break through those walls he's all in. I was wondering if you could do headcanons for how he'd be if his f partner was a virgin and not very used or comfortable with being vulnerable or exposed.

hi angelcake, i wrote a lil bit of a fic instead (sorry) !! if this doesn't answer your question, shoot me another one and i'll write some delicious headcanons instead ♡ thank you for requesting, love ♡

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞?

gojo satoru x virgin f!reader

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,”

satoru nips at your neck, the two of you grinding against one another on the couch. the apartment was cold, and the only light in the room was the low light of the television reflected against you and your boyfriend. it was playing some show you two stopped watching a while ago, the quiet dialogue between two characters on-screen humming behind satoru’s soft pants.

it felt good. satoru was a little needy; his hands running all over your body, pushing his own further into yours to try and be any closer than he was now.

it felt good, you thought. or it was supposed to.

anxiety started to pull you out of what was a moment of ecstasy. you became a little too aware of it all–how his body felt on yours, the way your hands rested effortlessly onto his back, how your hands were clammy, and your lips might be chapped, and your hair might be tangled, and-

“hey now,” 

satoru catches his breath and runs the back of his hand on your cheek.

“you okay?”

his voice was soft, gentle, and concerned. it was safe. he was safe.

“i’m…um-”

your voice trailed off as your eyes darted to anywhere but his face. you settled on looking down into his lap.

“sorry. yeah, i’m fine. sorry about that,” you said.

satoru shuffled a bit more to get a better look at your face. something about the light coming off of the tv made your eyes look more watery than usual. but you had a soft blush on your face, and your lips were pouted and puffy. you looked perfect. 

“we don’t have to go any further if you don’t wanna,”

“it’s okay, satoru, really,”

“have you ever…done this before, love?”

“um, sure–plenty of times,”

your lie must’ve been bad, because satoru saw right through you. he squeezed your hand in his and laughed when he answered. 

“ah, i see, i didn’t realize i was with an expert in the field”

he was joking to make you feel better, but your face definitely got hot. you looked up to see him laughing, not daring to let go of your hand as he searched for what to say next.

“oh, shut up, satoru, i don’t know,” you make a weak attempt at defending yourself, “i’m nervous,”

your honesty makes his gaze soften into yours. he finally lets go of your hand to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

“we can go however far you want, okay?”

you nod as you feel emotions well up in your eyes.

“good to keep going, baby?”

“yeah, s’okay, satoru,”

he hums in agreement as he kisses you again, slowly working up to the pace you were at before.

it feels good. for real this time. you mean it when you think it, and you think it when you feel it. he feels good.

you stop a bit when satoru’s hand settles on the edge of your shirt, slowly lifting it. you pause as the cool air just touches the exposed skin, and satoru stops.

“is this okay?”

he’s whispering now, slowly speaking in front of your mouth as to not startle you, hurt you, or break you. simply treating you like he loves you.

you think on it for a fraction of a second, suddenly self conscious of anything you’ve ever done or been in your life.

and then you snapped back into it. satoru’s hand on your side, waiting for direction, while the other one was just underneath your jaw, holding onto your neck like he’d be lost at sea without it tethering you to him.

he was close, patient, and accepting. you figured no matter what the direction was next, he’d be okay with it. he’d listen if you were uncomfortable, if you needed to stop, if you felt self conscious; it all mattered to him in ways unexplainable. 

it’s because he did love you. he wasn’t doing these things like he loved you–it’s because already does. a lot, really. an unfathomable amount. it doesn’t matter if you wanted to fuck now or ten years down the line. it would be with you. you’d be together, and the details would just fall into place after that. he was sure of it, and you were just coming around to realizing that now.

“s’okay, satoru,”

he leaned in more to kiss you sweetly, nodding his approval for your consent as he carefully lifted your shirt off. he followed suit shortly after, taking his off with your help in solidarity. 

“god, you’re so beautiful”

this was the second time tonight he’s said that, in addition to the heaps of times the words have fallen out before today. it felt different tonight though. satoru could not be looking at you more when he said it. he said it like he was reciting a prayer–if he didn’t say those words it would kill him.

it made you bashful. you found yourself instinctively covering your exposed torso up and looking away. 

satoru took your wrists in his hand. 

you lean in to kiss him as he stands up to take off his pants, his erection suddenly obvious as his boxers try to contain it. naturally, your eyes point towards it. satoru’s quick to lift your chin to meet his line of sight.

“hey, eyes on me, sweetheart,” he smirks, “you okay?”

you’re at eye-level to his belly button, a soft white line of hair dancing down into his boxers. you hold his waist in your hands, using it to steady yourself as you rise to your feet.

“‘m okay, love, really,”

satoru kneels down to remove your pants and panties, pressing his face to your tummy to be close to you. he peppers a small parade of kisses across your waist as he gently palms your ass in his calloused hand.

he rises up to meet you again, taking your jaw in one of his hands. 

“are you still okay with this?”

his genuine care makes you melt a little, finding yourself clenching your thighs together at his sweet remarks for consent.

“mhm, please satoru, ‘m ready”

he leans in once more, kissing you a little feverishly than before, and holding your entire head in his hands as he pulls you closer to mold your body into his.

“sure, baby, just follow my lead,”

[estellan0vella]

Wrestling Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU Pt2

It's late at night, and the world outside your window is quiet and still. The only sounds that fill the room are the soft murmurs and gasps that escape your lips as Sukuna moves above you. His touch is electric, sending shivers down your spine with every stroke and caress. You feel yourself getting lost in the moment, the world outside fading away as you become completely absorbed in each other.

"Kuna," you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders. His response is a low, rumbling growl that vibrates through your chest and sends a thrill straight to your core. "You like that, don't you, babe?" he murmurs into your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Yes," you breathe, arching your back to press yourself closer to him. The heat between you is almost unbearable, each touch, each kiss igniting a fire that threatens to consume you both.

Suddenly, the door creaks open, and you both freeze. A small, sleepy voice breaks the silence. "Suku? Y/N/N? What are you doing?"

You and Sukuna whip your heads around to see Yuji standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes with a tiny fist. Panic seizes you, and you scramble to pull the covers over your naked bodies.

"We were, um, wrestling," you blurt out, your voice an octave higher than usual. Sukuna shoots you a look that's a mix of disbelief and amusement.

"Wrestling?" Yuji repeats, tilting his head in confusion. "Can I watch?"

"NO!" you and Sukuna shout in unison, far too loudly. Yuji jumps, his eyes wide with surprise.

"I mean, it's late, buddy," Sukuna says, trying to sound calm and reassuring. "You should go back to bed, okay?"

Yuji pouts but reluctantly turns around and shuffles back to his room. You and Sukuna wait until you hear his door close before collapsing into laughter, the tension melting away.

"That was close," you say, still giggling as you cuddle up to Sukuna.

"Too close," he agrees, wrapping his arms around you. "We'll have to be more careful. Now where were we?"

"I believe you had me pinned," You murmur.

Sukuna chuckles softly as he leans down to nuzzle your neck. "Pinned, huh? I can work with that," 

The next morning, you're in the kitchen making breakfast when Yuji bounds in, full of energy as usual. "Good morning, Y/N/N!" he chirps, hopping up onto a stool at the counter.

"Good morning, Yuji," you reply with a smile, flipping a pancake. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah!" he says, swinging his legs back and forth. "But I have a question."

You brace yourself, knowing exactly what's coming. "What is it, Yuji?"

"Why were you making funny noises last night?" he asks, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Like 'oh' and 'ah'?"

You nearly drop the spatula, your cheeks flushing bright red. "Well, uh," you stammer, trying to think of a plausible explanation. "It's just, um, part of the special wrestling. Sometimes it hurts a little, and that's why we make those noises."

"Oh," Yuji says, nodding seriously. "But why did Suku say 'you like that, don't you'? Isn't that a silly thing to say during wrestling?"

Sukuna snorts as he strides into the kitchen, his expression somewhere between amused and exasperated. "Morning," he grunts, ruffling Yuji's hair as he passes.

"Suku, why did you say that?" Yuji presses, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Sukuna glances at you, then back at Yuji. "Well, sometimes in wrestling, you say things to, uh, distract your opponent," he says, clearly grasping at straws.

"Oh," Yuji says again, looking thoughtful. "But then why did you say you're gonna make Y/N/N beg?"

You choke on your orange juice, coughing as you try to regain your composure. Sukuna pats your back, though you can see the corner of his mouth twitching as he fights back a smile.

"It's, um, another tactic," Sukuna explains, his voice tight. "To, uh, throw them off balance."

"Why did you say 'good girl'? Is Y/N/N a dog?" Yuji asks, completely oblivious to the awkwardness he's causing.

Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly at the end of his patience. "No, Yuji, Y/N/N is not a dog," he says, his voice strained. "It's just something you say to encourage your partner."

Yuji nods slowly, still looking confused but seemingly satisfied with the answers for now. You breathe a sigh of relief, hoping that the questions are finally over.

The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but you can't shake the feeling of dread as Yuji continues to shoot you curious glances. You know it's only a matter of time before he asks more questions, and you can only hope that you'll be able to come up with more convincing answers.

By the time dinner rolls around, you're a bundle of nerves, anticipating another round of Yuji's innocent but mortifying questions. Sure enough, as soon as you sit down at the table, he pipes up again.

"Y/N/N, why did you and Suku have to wrestle in bed? Can't you wrestle on the floor?" he asks, looking genuinely puzzled.

You exchange a glance with Sukuna, who just shakes his head slightly. "It's, um, a special kind of wrestling that you can only do in bed," you say weakly, knowing how ridiculous it sounds.

"But why?" Yuji presses.

"Because it's, uh, softer and more comfortable," Sukuna interjects, his tone brooking no further argument. "Now eat your dinner."

Yuji seems to accept this answer, though you can see the wheels still turning in his head. You try to focus on your food, but the awkwardness hangs heavy in the air.

After dinner, you and Sukuna sit on the couch, exhausted and grateful for a moment of peace. Yuji is playing with his toys on the floor, seemingly absorbed in his own little world.

You lean against Sukuna, feeling his arm wrap around you. "We really need to be more careful," you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Definitely," he agrees, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But we'll figure it out. We always do."

You nod, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. No matter how embarrassing or awkward things get, you know you have each other's backs. And as long as you're together, you can handle anything – even a four-year-old's relentless curiosity.

I almost peed my pants each time I reread this

[yanfeiimain]

"Sure, I'll play along" - Aventurine x Reader

c/w: not nsfw, suggestive at most! Aventurine saving you from your ex. strong language used.

words: 1.3k

a/n: I was literally playing, farming character exp and his voice line made my brain go boom. I'm still working on flip a coin tho so this isnt necesarily perfect >.< Possible part 2 with smut??

You were sitting at the casino's bar, nervously playing around with your glass. you look around carefully, checking if he followed you. There were no faces you knew. You let out a shaky breath. The bartender shoots you a glance but you pay her no mind.

As someone sits down next to you, you jump and get ready to leave. "Just leave me alone asshole. I don't-" you say, wanting to escape as fast as possible.

"There's no need to be so mean." a young man says, giving a male bartender a note. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to! I thought you were someone else…" you excuse yourself. You look at the man next to you, admiring his features. He has pretty blonde hair and captivating eyes. Your gaze lingers. And he notices.

"It's okay, don't worry." He says, smirking. "You got problems?" 

You sit back down, sighing, "Well, kinda, but what's it to you?" You continue nipping on your drink, not too sure of what to think of him. 

"Oh, nothing really, you just piqued my interest, dear," he says, "I mean, you just tried to cuss me out..." He fakes a hurt expression, swiftly changing back to his charming grin. 

He makes you smile a little, and you finally give in. "You want me to tell you about it, huh..." You take the final sip of your drink and put the glass back down. 

"Mhh, I bet it's interesting," he smirks, something glinting in his eyes. "Oh no, it's rather sad, honestly. Would you tell me your name first, though?" you ask, tilting your head slightly. You notice his fancy outfit, taking note of his extraordinary taste.

"Aventurine, pleasure to meet you..." - "y/n." - "Dearest y/n." 

They way Aventurine said your name made it sound oddly special. He certainly had a silver tounge. You feel your cheeks heat up, smiling a little wider, "Likewise, Aventurine." 

"Alright, y/n, tell me your story," he says and orders two more drinks for you both. You breathe and start telling him about your ex-fiance and how he treated you at the end of your relationship. He manipulated you and made you feel horrible. He used you as his personal servant, and every time you both went out, he belittled you and made you feel small. After a lot of thinking and gathering courage, you finally called off the engagement and left him. 

"And that's why you're so paranoid, I understand." He says, looking into your eyes. It makes you blush and feel slightly exposed. "Yeah... He's been following me, well, stalking me. Trying to get me to go back to him." Aventurine gently puts his gloved hand onto yours, and you admire his rings.

After a moment, you decided to break the silence, "Ah, but enough about me. What brings you here?" 

Aventurine hums, smiling once again, "Interested are we? But there's no special reason. I'm just here to gamble and I bet I'll win something good tonight."  He says it so nonchalantly like it's his daily life. It made sense, this is a casino after all. And there is this glint in his eyes again as he looks at you, clearly interested.

You both continue talking and order a few more drinks. The bartender watches you and probably has been listening in on your conversations but you, as well as Aventurine, pay it no mind. As the night progresses, you relax. 

However, just as you got comfortable, the alcohol playing its part, a tall figure enters the casino. You only noticed as he joins you and Aventurine at the bar, ignoring the latter. "Shit, that's him" you whisper, slightly nervous.

"Aventurine, could you help me out if he tries anything?" you feel insecure, basically asking a stranger to help you with your creepy ex. "Sure, I'll play along." Aventurine smiles. It was softer this time.

"Hey there, sweetheart, enjoying your night?" The guy on your right, your ex, says playfully, yet his face tells a different tale. He is annoyed, no, absolutely pissed off. "Oh, for the love of god, leave." you scowl. 

"Why should I? C'mon, I'm giving you one last chance to go back home with me, no consequences." he offers, but you know his disingenuous tone too well. "No way. Forget it. We are over." you deny him.

Looking to Aventurine for help, you blurt out, "And I'm already with someone who doesn't treat me like shit!" Proving your statement, Aventurine wraps his arm around you, his fingers grab your waist possessively. "Yes, that's right." 

"And who are you, peacock?" Your ex asks, looking at Aventurine with disgust, yet amusement.  "Aventurine, her lover," the blonde lies with ease, his face adorned with the usual smirk he wore so often that night.

"You whore, already sleeping around again? Have you forgotten who owns you?" he spits, insulting you like usual. The bartender starts to giggle. "Relax dude, they only just met. There's no way he would ever be with a gal like her." Aventurine shoots her a deathly glare and your ex laughs. 

"Oh my god, you are an embarresment. Get your lying ass out of here and come with me. And you, Aventurine, you should leave your dirty claws off of someone else's property." your ex scoffs.

"Ahaha... lovely but we're not playing pretend, are we?" Aventurine laughs and promptly pulls you onto his lap. You feel your stomach twist and heat creeps onto your cheeks. You now sit on his lap, facing him. You feel his soft breath on your neck as he pulls you to his chest.

"Right, darling?" You could feel his heartbeat quicken and Aventurine felt yours. "Of course not," you manage to breathe out. He lifts your chin with his gloved hand, you can feel the cold rings on your skin. They send shivers down your spine. 

Aventurine pulls you into a heated kiss, his soft lips moving against yours and you gasp in surprise, not expecting him to go so far. You melt into the kiss, completely giving in to the blonde. 

Your ex simply stares at you, his mouth slightly agape.  "Tch, that doesn't prove anything." Pretending it doesn't faze him, he rolls his eyes, the bartender scoffs as well and leaves.

You break the kiss, gasping for air. Aventurine smirks complacently and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "Whatever you say, friend." 

"Fine, have her. Just know that she is a filthy and unfaithful brat." With that, he turns around. "And this isn't over yet."

You let out a sigh of relief. He is finally gone. "What an asshole..." Aventurine mutters, making you realize what just happened.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry! I asked for your help but you didn't have to go this far. I hope it didn't make you uncomfortable. I apologize! How could I ever thank you..." you ramble but Aventurine just cups your face and gives you a second, soft kiss. 

"No need to apologize, y/n. To be honest, I thoroughly enjoyed this night. It was certainly a nice surprise." He gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, reassuring you. "As for how to thank me... There's no need." 

Your eyes widened, "Ah well, I'm glad you felt that way. But... Are you sure? You want nothing in return?" He shook his head, resting his other hand back on your waist. "Although, there is something you could do for me. If you want, that is." 

He grins mischievously. To be honest, he finds you alluring and wants to know get to know you. 

"Sure, what is it?" you ask, genuinely interested. "Spend the night with me."

[xueyidweams]

I’m currently also obsessed with Aventurine and can’t find enough dom reader content with him because he deserves to be taken care of 💙💚

I don’t have a specific idea really but maybe soft dom reader bodyworshipping him until he cries (happy tears of course)?

Aventurine x soft!dom!gn reader

A/N: I wrote this in 10 minutes idk what the fuck came over me, im exhausted but i had to write this. thank u for requesting. also chip (me) writing a structured piece???woagh!

Word count: 1.275

Contents: aven receiving and listener giving, penetration by fingers and tongue, eating him out, cum licking/eating, a little self depricating thoughts on aven’s end. no y/n is used instead it is replaced with “Love”. not proofread!

You love your boyfriend in every way shape and form, even if he thinks he can’t ever be loved; you prove him wrong everyday.

One such case is when your pretty boyfriend is on your lap, knees raised to his chest, his naked body feels like heaven on your clothes. His quiet whimpers and the sound of your fingers thrusting in and out of him fills his expensive room, his fingers grip and curl the fabric of your pants as he throws his head back onto your shoulder with a whine. He’s breathless as he speaks, you don’t dare stop your fingers though, “You’ve made me cum like- like 3 times by now and you’re still fully clothed… how unfair, love.” You smile as you line up your fingers just so you can hit his prostate and you feel him tighten around your fingers, his hands shooting up to your arms and gripping hard as he cums once again with a quiet cry of your name.

He’s breathing hard and fast, you put one hand on his chest as your fingers play with his sensitive nipples and your other hand goes to his dick, covering your fingers with his cum. “Hmm…” Your hand leaves his chest to turn his head towards you, “Look at me Aventurine.” He whimpers quitely and makes eye contact with you as you give him a little smile and suck on your own fingers, you watch his eyes sober up and he flinches. “Love no— that’s… that’s dirty, your mouth is too precious for that.” Ah, that. Yeah your precious boyfriend you would literally die for also doesn’t think he is deserving of any sexual pleasure or receiving it without giving any like this, but damn it you’re gonna show him he deserves that and more.

You shrug your shoulders slightly and take his face on your hand, tugging him a bit closer. Your tongue pokes out covered in his cum and Aventurine feels like he’s gonna cum on the spot right there even though that dread of you being covered in his filth never leaves his brain. “Wanna taste yourself on my tongue?” He groans and pulls you close by wrapping his arms around your neck, “Aeons, yes. Ah, you spoil me so much—“ you cut off his sentence as you kiss him and in no time shove your tongue in his mouth, little resistance is given as he whines into your mouth and grinds on your lap, desperate for any kind of friction. You of course give him what he wants, your mouth doesn’t leave his when your hand goes to his still hard dick and your fingers curl around the base; giving it one stroke and letting your thumb play with the tip as he moans loudly into your mouth and breaks the kiss, breathless.

“This won’t do. Hold on.” You mutter as you hook your arms under his knees and he has his arms wrapped around your neck. He looks at you confused but then you gently, -so gently that it hurts- lay him on the expensive sheets of his equally expensive and soft bed. He hesitates for a moment but then his hand goes to the middle button of your shirt and tugs, “I want to see you, please? Can I?” You chuckle and nod, slowly unbuttoning your shirt as he watches you, he feels his heart swell with love and pride. You’re his… that’s a ‘fact’ that he can’t really get used to. Well, he isn’t used to this at all. Being loved and all that jazz. He thought your one night stand would be it, he even avoided you because he knew the fastened heartbeat, clammy hands and nervous speech meant; he was developing feelings and it was going to bite him in the ass one day. Yet, he couldn’t go against fate and your (cute) stubbornness. You made sure he knew you would give him the world and yet he couldn’t get himself to say that you mean more than the world to him, he would burn the entire universe if you wanted.

He is snapped out of his musing as he feels your lips close around his tip, making him whine softly and his fingers going to your hair and threading themselves in it. You hum in satisfaction as your hands start massaging his inner thighs, gently and slowly. He whines as he restrains himself from snapping his hips up, you’re almost taking all of him and— wait you’re actually going to do it. “Babe wait— oh fuck!” Air is knocked out of him as you take all of his dick into your mouth, his tip touching your throat. “Love. Love, Love, fuck please—!” He’s moaning so loud, so high pitched you’ve never really seen him like this before and this spurs you on even more, you tap his thigh and make him look you in the eye. You grab his ass and make him thrust in your mouth. He gets the memo, if this is what you want then… It's okay. He takes a breath as he starts to slowly snap his hips up, whining your name over and over again. It’s so embarrassing but— he’s so close, it’s so pathetic and yet you look at him so desperately, urging him to go faster. He sucks in a breath and cries out as your tongue pokes his tip just as he was pulling out, he knew you could take it but he was so scared and— you let go of his dick with a pop, not giving him enough time to talk you coat your fingers with lube -when did you get that?- and your index finger prods his hole, easily slipping it in as well as your middle finger because of your early adventures.

His whimpers go up to loud whines as your tongue joins his fingers and your right hand goes to jerk him off. You watch him from beneath your lashes, watch him become a puddle just from your body and touch alone. He’s so gorgeous and cute, you’re gonna make sure he knows he deserves this— you’re gonna make him beg for more of it. It’s working so far, if him whining your name like a mantra while his fingers grip the expensive sheets like it's his lifeline means anything. You pull out your fingers, fully thrust your tongue in and out his hole, fucking him with your tongue as your hand has a brutal pace on his sensitive and throbbing dick. Soon you feel him tighten around your tongue, his abdomen getting tenser and his dick throbbing once more on your hand, “I’m gonna cum— fuck I’m gonna cum, Love, please—“ He cries out loud -thank Aeons the rooms are soundproof- and you pull out your tongue from him, instead letting your fingers work his cock into orgasm as you let your tongue out to catch his cum.

He cums with the quiet whimper of your name and you catch every drop on your tongue and face. You help him ride out his high, he looks at you as the euphoria wears off and his eyes widen in shock and horror at the sight of your face covered with his filth. You smile and clean your face up with your fingers, “Open your mouth.” He does it the second you say ‘open’, moaning as you put your fingers in his mouth. “Suck.” He does and his chest swells with pride at the enamoured look you give him. Maybe he thinks he isn’t deserving but you do and what kind of boyfriend argues with their lovers’ wants?

[staycait]

Morax's Type

NSFW Warning, Minors DNI.

You've been introduced to Zhongli by the Traveler, and instantly became friends. You feel like you've seen him before, or whatever. But each day you got closer, you started to notice marks around his body. What could this possibly mean?

Fem!Reader x Yan!Morax.

Getting to know Zhongli was overall a great experience, you both had some things you shared in common. And becoming close friends with him didn't seem like a problem at all. He was a nice, well-spoken and dressed man who had common sense and manners. You really liked this about him, and found yourself enjoying his company every time you had it.

Each second, minute, hour, day, week, seemed to have passed so fast whenever you were with him, he always had something to tell you, and always had a topic that always piques your interests. He never had the mora to, bring you into fancy restaurants and operas as such. But he is a kind man, you supposed that you'd let this slide.

You two have been close for a long while, and it felt like you always had an unbreakable bond whenever you two were around each other. While eating at a cheap restaurant you and him had always go to, you noticed, a bit of his glove was loose. And you saw his hand-- A Golden color that faded into black colored hand was under his glove, you weren't sure because you only saw a glimpse of it. You thought it was his sleeves, but his sleeves didn't look like the pattern you saw of his hand earlier, since you only saw a bit of it.

You didn't bother to ask him about what you saw, you had tried convinced yourself it was his sleeve. Even though it obviously wasn't. You really weren't, so you had to investigate it further. And you had to do that while he was napping. But it was still early afternoon, and you were too scared to ask what was under Zhongli's glove, what if he hurt you? Having these thoughts were scary but you knew he wouldn't do that to you. But you were still scared, so you let yourself stay curious until nightfall.

"May I stay over your place for this night? I suppose you wouldn't mind having me as a guest in your rather ravishing home, wouldn't you? And if I can.. I may tell you anything you need and/or want to know, as long as it does not require me to.. Break a contract." You were surprised by his statement, it was as if he just read your mind..

"Oh, Sure! It's always lovely to have you around." And you gave him a nice soft smile. Giving in return, his warm, fuzzy, reassuring smile.

"This is very much appreciated, my greatest thanks to you." He then put your hands above his, and planted in a kiss. You knew he was a gentleman but, this really surprised you. He has done this some other times and yet, it still shocks you, turning you into a mannequin every other time he will do this. Making you feel like you're in a fantasy, or in cloud 9. Maybe even in Celestia.

"Ah! No problem at all!"

--

After making sure your house was neat and presentable, you finally went and jumped on your comfy bed. Thinking about how you would finally satisfy your curiosity-- or even find something out for the worse, better, or for you to find out a bigger secret. But it was also a big mistake of you to.

A few minutes later, Zhongli finally arrived. He looked handsome as usual, and you complimented him on that. He smiled and said you looked much better than he did. And that got you smiling and blushing a bit. You showed him into the kitchen, as you had prepared food for the both of you.

"This is a very nice gesture, you truly are worthy of being my-- friend. You certainly know how to please people." Looking at the food on the dining table, "Ah! You made my favorite, Slow-Cooked Bamboo Shoot Soup. You would make a beautiful partner."

You blushed when he finished his sentence, "It's no big deal, I just wanted to be kind and cook some food." You tried to keep calm but, something in you wants to give in to temptation. He always had his way with you, physically or verbally, and it had you melting for him. You obviously didn't show him how you truly felt, it would make the relationship and tension between you two more awkward. And you hated awkwardness.

You two sat down and ate the food you had prepared. Thinking of ways on how you would try and see what was going on in his hand that you saw much earlier before. It didn't seem easy for you this time, you knew Zhongli, and Zhongli knew you. But you really needed to see what was going on. You could ask the Traveler for help, or do it yourself. And as this saying goes; "Go big or go home", you chose to go big. Asking the Traveler for this would make it seem like you were crazy. Same scenario but with Zhongli himself. You seemed too focused on dinner so obviously, Zhongli had noticed.

"Haha, are you trying to plan something? You seem like you are. Or are you simply just thinking about anything? Care to share?" You couldn't share this to him, no you really couldn't. He was too nice of a man, what if he was a monster, what if he hurts you, what if he's not really Zhongli? You were too focused on thoughts and trying to figure out how to take a look at his hand that you didn't realize Zhongli calling out for you.

"I-I am so sorry. That was improper of me, I.. Did you say anything? I'm sorry I didn't hear you.." You looked down at your food, it looked halfway through to being finished. "I am sure you know that it is impolite to not look at another person's eye in a conversation, but is there anything wrong?" Zhongli looked at you worried, still giving you that warm soft smile. You couldn't help but feel like you're.. In love with him. But you remembered his marks. So you felt scared again, all these emotions at the same time made you pass out.

You woke up in your bedroom, nicely tucked in while Zhongli was hugging your waist. You sat up carefully, trying to think about the current situation and what happened earlier. Then you remembered, Zhongli's hands! You wanted to know what was going on with it, you looked at him, then his gloved hand. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your palm, slowly, but surely taking off his gloves. Seeing his golden arm fade into ink black with golden striped hands that had a yellow gold diamond slowly reveal itself. You were breathing really hard and heavy, you were almost halfway there when Zhongli moved. You suddenly had the thought of him hurting you, hating you, or any worse case scenario you could think of, so you just went back to sleep with him.

The next day, you couldn't find Zhongli in your room. You went downstairs and still didn't find him, you went outside your house to find him, he also wasn't there. So he most definitely left your house, "Were you looking for me? I was just making breakfast in your kitchen, I hope you do not mind me using up some of your things and ingredients. Come on, come with me to the kitchen. I'll show you what I've made for the both of us."

Going to your kitchen, you smelled the aroma of delicious food that he made, most of them being your favorite food that did not involve seafood, you knew he hated seafood and you giggled at him. He was so cute and so gentlemanly.. You couldn't help but want to kiss him right here, like he was your husband living in the same house with you. As if you two were a happy married couple, living your lives to the fullest. Except this was only what you felt, you had no clue whether Zhongli wanted to those things with you, or if you're stuck in a one-sided love relationship.

You wanted to confront him about your feelings of love towards him, but being scared of rejection you never did. You let your dreams and hopes be hopes and dreams. You knew it would be too late if you already gained up the courage to confess about your feelings towards him. Being afraid, you let yourself get hurt and drown in the harsh waves of the sea of fear.

A few days has passed since, you wanted to forget about your feelings about him and try to discover who he truly was or it or whatever. You had been a hopeless romantic ever since your teenage years, seeking for simple validation and kind hearted peoples love. You found one, but you're not sure if he liked you back. You wanted to forget that you had feelings for him, you wanted to have a normal friendship with him, where you didn't have any lovey-dovey feelings for him whatsoever. You loved the thought of Zhongli and you together, sadly you thought the universe rejected for this to come true.

Overtime, your feelings for him grew more than less, you didn't realize it yourself. As when you did, you decided to finally confess to him. On the Liyue bridge as the sun is setting, that would be the perfect place to confess to him, and a huge heartbreak if he rejects you. You told him to meet you at the Liyue bridge by 4pm. Today was the day you were going to change your life, to find out if Zhongli liked you back or your biggest regret in life.

--

You saw him. You saw.. Who you thought was Zhongli.. In your dreams. He looked like him, he was carrying someone, and that someone looked like.. You. He was carrying you out of battle, almost looking like they were being protected. But you didn't know if that was your blood or if it was another's. The hands of the man was just like Zhongli's..Was this a sign that you shouldn't confess? Or just a coincidence? Could he be hiding something? Was it just another weird dream? Did you think about Zhongli too much? You wanted to ask the traveler. Maybe he knew something you didn't. Something you needed to know. Something anyone would die for to find out.

You went to the location in your dream. It was grassy and it looked like it was on a mountain. I mean-- of course, mountains are grassy. But this one had a particular specialty to it. Like, it felt as if the air was calm, and the atmosphere was soothing. You suddenly feel a familiar presence coming, so you hid in some bushes near where you were previously at. You were waiting anxiously. Preparing and bracing yourself for whatever danger is lying ahead.

But it was.. Zhongli? He was carrying something, or someone. You were startled. Zhongli wouldn't dare hurt anyone, he was such a gentleman, he isn't that type of man, no. You were watching him while trembling as to what was going to happen next. And then-- he saw you in the bushes, he smiled at you and started walking towards you dropping the trash bag that left a trail of a human's blood. You decided to run away but he was much faster than you and caught you in no time. He tied you up, but didn't do anything else.

"Out of all the people I've thought caught me, you were here.. I expected another person and had intended of killing them off to easily not get caught by the Millelith. But it was only you." He gave you an evil grin, you looked into his eyes, they looked lovesick and so desperate. You were petrified, you didn't know what to do, but he starts using a small knife to bring your chin up to make you look directly at him. It's sharp edge teasing the skin of your throat, looking so dull yet looking like it's been through millions of blood shed and baths. He then starts kissing you, making out actually. You couldn't find yourself in the position to pull out of the kiss because.. He was actually really good. Not just really good— Amazing. It felt so good but so wrong, you chose to just succumb into his lust filled actions.

"I have always known you were right on me, so close to finding out that I was the Geo Archon, I remember you pulling my sleeves up.. Oh darling, you're just as adorable as it gets."

Biting your lower lip to silence down your lewd noises, having a strong grip on Morax's broad shoulder's. You went up and down on his cock for what felt like ages, he had a strong firm hold on your waist and was pushing you to ride him until you cum. Hung on to every English word you could remember and make out in between the sobs, you tried to keep telling him you couldn't do it anymore, that it was too tiring and too much work to do. How it was hard and you were unable to do such a thing.

He wanted you to top him, but you weren't doing a great job at it. This was your first time, and you had no experience. The only time you've had the chance to is when you read books that had a scene where 2 or 3 characters had sex. And you made up those scenarios in your mind thinking; This is easy, I can definitely do this!-- You were horribly wrong. You didn't have much of the strength to keep on the continuation of riding him, and even you doing all this hasn't made you cum yet. You feel frustrated at the thought.

Bouncing and bouncing on Morax, you wanted to stop riding him already, you were in no state to do such a thing. "Don't silence yourself, I want to hear every single moan that escapes from your mouth." With that, Morax pushes you down a bit until you felt his tip hit your g-spot. You immediately threw your head back and let out a really loud and lewd moan. Ignoring the dead body of the man who had insulted your hair 3 days ago.

You didn't know if you liked this or not, knowing that "Zhongli" was actually "Morax" turned you on a lot. Getting fucked by Liyue's Archon however.. Made you feel like what you were doing was wrong. But the other part of you said this was a once in a lifetime opportunity (not) and that you should just enjoy what was happening because you were fucking the Morax. And out of all the tens of thousands of people in Liyue Harbor, he chose you to ride him.

Your tongue lolled out and cunt wide open for him while his giant dick is currently inside of it penetrating your walls in the best possible ways ever that you know you probably won't feel again anymore, you suppose you do know what to feel about having sex with Morax.

[haykawas]

✩•̩̩͙*˚ BLOSSOMING LOVE ROUTE

this is one of the possible endings to a story! lost yourself? begin here! Ah, so you've decided to go the easy route and continue with your childhood sweetheart, I see. Great choice! – wc : 2.1K

Satoru calls your name, confusion seeping through his tone. 

“Why are you chasing me, Satoru? Go away.”

“Why are you running away?” 

He catches up to you in a few strides, and you mentally curse at him for having such long legs. His fingers wrap around your wrist to stop you, but you violently yank your arm back.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me!”

He continues to speak, and although you can hear his voice, the words make no sense to you. 

It keeps ringing in your head. What’s wrong?

It’s like he has no clue what he does to you, how his actions make you feel. It makes you wonder if he even cares, with the way he never notices anything. It’s like he makes himself blind on purpose and turns off all of his senses when you’re in the room.

You’re sick of it.

“What’s wrong?” You echo him, “Do you seriously have no clue, Gojo? Or do you just pretend to, like you always do?”

He knows it’s serious because you never use his last name, and his heart clenches at the thought he’s possibly hurt you deeply.

“Pretend? What do you mean?” He presses his lips in a thin line. He thinks he might know why you’re so upset, and he’s afraid to hear you confirm it.

“I know you heard what I said.” You finally breathe out. “I saw the expression on your face change and the look in your eyes! You… You looked… Disgusted.”

His lips part to answer, but nothing comes out. 

“That’s what I thought.”

“Wait! Please, just…” His voice breaks. Of course he knows, because how couldn’t he? You always had this nasty habit of raising your voice when you talked about something you were passionate about, and this particular time, he'd been just on time to hear you speak of him with so much passion.

He runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. “It’s not… I don’t know how to do shit like this, okay? I’m not used to it!”

“Do what?”

“This! Just…” He waves his hands around, “It scares me, alright?”

“What? Feelings?”

He purses his lips together.

Your laugh is bitter, “And you think it’s easy for me, do you? That pining after my childhood best friend for months was fun? At least spare me a little and reject me upfront! What the fuck, Satoru! How could you be so- so-”

“So what?” He scoffs, “Say it.”

“So selfish!” You accuse, your voice echoing into the night. “You’re egotistical, and you always think the world revolves around you! Because you bear all the suffering in the world, don’t you? And I don’t know for the life of me why I fell in love with you!”

The words hang between you in the deafening silence of night. You don’t mean them, those words spoken under the influence of your frustration. 

Yet, you don’t correct yourself.

Still, a thin layer of regret starts to plague your mind when you see Satoru’s eyes flash with hurt and disbelief, and you avert your gaze.

You quickly dismiss the feeling. 

“Take that back. ” He demands, his voice a little rough. It’s more like a plea.

“What?”

“The last part, take it back. You don’t mean it.” 

Your frustration morphs into bitterness, and defiance bubbles into you.

“And what are you going to do if I don’t?”

“I don’t think you want to know that.” He shoots back, taking a step forward in defiance.

“Oh, yeah?” You scoff, still refusing to back down from the argument. “Bet.”

The tension crackles between you, so much that you don’t notice how close you are to him. You’re so close you can feel his breath against your cheeks as you gaze into his baby-blue eyes.

And you’re so entranced by the sight that you don’t notice as he closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a passionate, forceful kiss. 

You gasp in surprise.

He tries to dominate you, and while it hasn’t registered in your brain that you are kissing him, you return it as simply as it is breathing. It’s a fight for dominance, one that leads your back to be pressed against the wall of an alley, 

And it ends as suddenly as it begins, leaving you panting and confused against a stone-cold wall.

Satoru’s breath is ragged, his pupils blown wide and his cheeks slightly rosy from the cold. A grin spreads, almost boyish in its charm, and he leans down to kiss you again. This time, he captures your lips in a softer, more tender kiss, like he’s apologizing for the previous one.

You kiss back.

It’s not until you part again that the situation finally dawns on you.

“W–what–” You turn your back to him when you feel your cheeks grow warm, your hands covering your mouth.

“Why did you do this?” You ask in a whisper, your mind still a little fuzzy.

He walks around to stand in front of you, gently taking your hands in his so he can take a look at your face. Your cheeks are flushed, and he finds it so endearing he could have melted right then and there. He leans his head towards you, his finger tapping on your jaw to get you to look at him.

“We’re friends, right? Friends kiss each other all the time.” He jokes, and you instantly hit him on the shoulder. He laughs, hands raised in mock surrender.

“Okay, okay! Stop!”

“I’m serious, Satoru. If this is some game to you…”

“Oh, come on! Am I such a whore in your eyes?” You look at him pointedly, and he says, “Actually, no, don’t answer that.”

“You know,” He sighs, “I’m surprised Suguru managed to keep the secret for so long.”

“What secret?”

He says your name ever so softly with a tone you’ve never heard from him before, “And here I thought I was being way too obvious.” He laughs softly, “I’ve actually..” He hesitates, and you realize it must be serious. You’ve rarely seen Satoru unsure of himself, when he’s usually the friend everyone goes to for a confidence boost.

He takes a deep breath, “I think I’ve loved you since forever, you know?” 

The revelation makes your breath catch in your throat, and he can’t seem to maintain eye contact. He’s rehearsed this moment so many times in his head, but now that he’s here, before you, he’s afraid he might just stutter and ruin it. Satoru might have been a confident man, but he isn’t used to expressing his feelings with words. He’s used to showing affection through actions or quality time, so this is uncharted territory for him. And he’s not sure he likes it.

“And I know what you’re thinking. That I’m full of shit because it feels like I’ve been pushing you into Sugu’s arms the whole time, but I genuinely thought you liked him.” He laughs softly.

All of it is true. The fact that he's been feeling strangely around both of his best friends since they started getting closer and going out without him. It used to be just you and him, or him and Suguru. Then it was all of you, but recently it'd felt like it was just the both of you.

And he felt... left out.

And as stupid as it was, he believed that making up a new crush and some excuses would spare him from confronting the sight of Suguru making doe eyes at you when he thought you weren't looking.

“And I wouldn't have blamed you," He chuckles, "Plus, you have to admit you’ve both been very close recently! I felt like some shitty third wheel most of the time.” He finishes with a playful roll of his eyes.

You hadn’t realized he felt that way, that your growing proximity with Suguru would make him keep his distances from you. They were always both trying to help you, in their own way. And you feel like you don’t deserve any of them in your life.

“But yeah, it’s…” He takes a deep breath, and says the words you've been wanting to hear for a long time now. “I love you. Since the first time I saw you play by yourself on those shitty swings at the neighboring park and decided to join you. You know how I’ve always been scared of heights? I mean, it’s not something I developed over time. I guess I just wanted an excuse to talk to you, at the time.” He chuckles. “Old habits die hard.” He adds with a shy smile, and you notice how he keeps shifting his weight from one leg to the other, as if to focus his attention somewhere else. He’s nervous.

“And the way I reacted when I heard you two talk earlier? I just freaked out, I guess. I was just so…”

Scared. He doesn’t finish his sentence, but the word hangs heavy. 

“It’s not every day you learn your best friend loves you back, right?” A small laugh leaves his lips, “I never thought it’d happen, but now that it is… I don’t know.”

“I’m not easy, you know that. And I don’t want to lose you over what-ifs.”

The weight of his words settles in the silence that follows, and it’s your crude response that shatters the stillness.

“You’re fucking stupid, Satoru.” Your words resonate harshly, but it has to be said. Because yes, you also considered the possibility this might not work out. You pondered over the question for hours on end, spent restless nights convincing yourself you shouldn’t act on it in fear you might lose your most precious friend as a result.

Yet, the accumulation of secrets has inflicted more damage to your relationship than the actual attempt to explore something new. And you’re tired of hiding between lies and excuses.

Satoru’s eyes widen, lips parting in protest, but you press on, not allowing him time to interject. 

“You’re stupid if you think things won’t change. Because flash news, Satoru, they will!”

“But you’re my best friend.”

“And you’re mine.” You exhale. “But is that all you want me to be?” You ask. “Tell me it is and I’ll stop chasing after you like some fool. I’ll pretend this conversation never happened, and everything will go back to normal. I promise you.”

“You know I can’t do that.” He admits, voice soft. His eyes sparkle with an unknown motion, and you can’t avert your gaze. “I just didn’t want to complicate things.”

“And what if I like complicated?” You respond with pursed lips.

Your eyes lock, and he knows he won’t be able to change your mind. And just like that, you’ve won him over a second time.

“Alright.” He whispers. “Then let’s complicate them.”

You find yourselves back at your apartment before you can blink.

You can’t keep your hands off of each other, and he keeps leaning in to plant small kisses on your lips for every little step you take. 

It’s annoying, yet… Yet you don’t want him to stop.

You’re not usually that cheesy, but when it comes to him? You don’t think you know who you are anymore. You don’t care. He makes your cheeks hurt from smiling too hard, and your ears redden from the way he simply looks at you.

He’s your favorite color. Your favorite melody.

He’s light in the darkness, blinding you with the twinkle of his eyes and the gleam of his smile. He shines so brightly it burns you, scorching you whole when his skin touches yours, fingers groping at your flesh and tugging at your clothes. Your hands pull on his roots as you deepen the kiss he initiated, the shy little sounds he tries to hold back like music to your ears. You want this moment to never end, to be the last person he’ll ever touch like this, to be the only one to ever elicit such sweet sounds from him.

The taste of him lingers on your tongue as you part, and you feel like you’ve gone utterly insane. You’ve gone mad because his lips are like liquor and you’re drunk on them, the sole prospect of continuing your life without ever being able to taste them again making your heart ache.

“I’m sorry.”

You don’t even notice you started tearing up until he gently tilts your head to the side, holding your chin so tenderly as he kisses your cheeks through the tears, his lips occasionally ghosting over your skin.

You should feel shame for showing Satoru your tears in a moment so intimate, yet you don’t feel anything akin to it, at all. He’s your best friend. He’s never let you feel like you had to be ashamed of your emotions, and that will never change. He knows you need this, that those tears are the result of months and months of accumulated frustration just exploding out of you.

“Let me make it up to you.” He whispers, eyes pleading. Regret is plaguing his mind. He never wanted to be the person who would make you cry.

“Yeah, how? You have a lot to make up for.”

He hums, his head nestled in the crook of your neck and his lips ghosting over your throat, “It’s up to you.” He whispers. “I’ll do everything you need me to.”

So? How should he make it up to you?

Sweet and soft, please!

No? ... Oh, you're dirty.

rbs are much appreciated <3