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I was tagged by @retrotrait, @simvanie, @moonwoodhollow, @aheathen-conceivably annnnnnd @salemssimblr to post my top 24 screenshots from 2024, but I jumped the gun on posting a retrospective earlier this month.
I still wanted to do something, though, so I'm going to take some inspiration from @elderwisp and talk about my favorite story scenes of the year specifically - since there's nothing I love more than yapping and reminiscing.
Before I start rambling, I'll tag @living-undead, @esotericas-sims, @fallstaticexit, @simsdaughters, @biffybobs, @whyeverr, @kissalopa and @earthmoonz! I'm sure some of you have already done this (and no pressure if you don't want to), but I'd love to see you reflect on your year in whatever way suits you!
Good food and hard truths with Grace Anansi (one, two). I think this is quietly one of my favorite moments in the story so far because it revealed so much about Caleb's past that until this point had only been hinted at. It also gave him a friend and confidante, which he sorely needed. This was an extremely lengthy and exposition-heavy conversation, so it was challenging but rewarding to write, edit (endlessly), and execute in a compelling way. Plus, its final moments had to lead seamlessly into...
Party like a spellcaster (one, two). I think this was the first flashback in the story, so it was a pretty big deal! It was also the point where my ambitions started making scene preparation increasingly complicated. I spent a hell of a long time converting broomsticks and potions into pose accessories, but I was so pleased with how the vision came together, and it taught me a lot of skills that have become indispensable as my ideas grow more elaborate. Overall, it was a welcome moment of levity and joy for Caleb, even as we know tragedy looms in the future.
Lilith does a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad thing. Turns out once I started doing flashback scenes, I couldn't stop. You guys have no idea how it felt to sit on this particularly nasty secret for months. I wanted it to be a shocking reveal that fully established Lilith's villain status, but I also knew I would have to get her back into Helena's - and our - good graces eventually. It's been interesting to write a character like her who you love and hate at once. Ultimately, I want all of us to be on the same rollercoaster ride as Helena, equal parts repulsed and fascinated. This was especially wild to bring to life because it felt pretty surreal to be adding a whole new layer to this idea that originated years ago in my legacy!
Helena Zhao can't come to the phone right now. I was very proud of this scene because it was the first one where I made all the poses myself. It was also a major turning point in Helena and Julia's relationship, where their sisterly bond is deeply tested. I may have cried a little while writing and shooting it. I really enjoyed the brief moments we got to spend in Julia's perspective, and I hope to bring her back if the story calls for it. Although she was in extreme shock at what her sister had done, I imagine she'd eventually come around to having a bit more compassion for her situation. She'd probably be open to reconciling someday, presuming Helena ever sets foot in Copperdale again.
Reunited and it feels so... good? (one, two). I didn't even realize I posted Helena and Lilith's reunion on April Fool's! Everyone was waiting with bated breath to see if they would ever cross paths again... and who are we kidding? Of course they would! I had a very good time writing this conversation and giving Helena a chance to finally get everything off her chest - though, of course, she couldn't help but be worn down by Lilith's manipulative charm in the end. And then Caleb got his comeuppance for keeping the truth of what happened a secret for so long, reminding us once again just how scary Lilith can be.
Plasma Pals! As dark as this story is, I enjoy weaving in moments of comedy and lightness when I can, so it was really fun to portray Caleb and Helena's evolving friendship through the lens of a cheesy sitcom. I wasn't sure it would hit with anyone other than me because the funniest things I write are usually accidental. It's hard to be funny on purpose! But it ended up being possibly my most popular story post ever, so obviously I did something right.
Lilith teaches Helena the true art of supernatural seduction. I wanted this section of the story to be all about the two very different approaches Lilith and Caleb take to teaching Helena. This was one of my most technically challenging scenes. I shot the entire attack sequence twice because I was underwhelmed the first time. But in the end I'm glad I took the time to do that because it contains some of my favorite screenshots ever and really conveys Helena's internal struggle. But will she be able to resist when it inevitably happens again?
The night where it all began, part one. I love this entire series of flashbacks, but I'm particularly fond of the opening because we finally get a glimpse into what Caleb and Lilith's relationship was like as humans. It turns out they liked each other! And only bickered in a light-hearted way! And conspired and giggled together! This was another scene where I made all the poses. It was exhausting, but these flashbacks to the Vatores' vampire origins were so important for me to get right. I'd been thinking about them for a long time, so I wanted them to be as perfect as possible.
How Caleb was transformed, one and two. Again with the flashbacks! I think part of the reason I like them so much is because, as much work as they are, they always offer a change of scenery that refreshes my creativity. This particular scene was one I was obsessing over for months, so I had cultivated a very specific vision of how it would play out and didn't want to compromise. I'm glad I had the foresight to start learning posing far enough in advance that I felt ready to take it on. If I had to choose, this is my single favorite scene of the year. Everything came together exactly how I wanted, and it gives me chills every time I revisit it.
A very vampiric dinner date, part two. This entire sequence took so much work to complete from beginning to end! But it was the first big outing beyond Forgotten Hollow in a while, and I wanted it to be special. I enjoyed being able to put a bunch of pre-mades into compromising positions with your guys' vampires. As much of a pain as it is to pose multiple Sims, the end results are always worth it. And then, of course, the sequence resolves in Helena and Lilith having a genuine moment of intimacy for the first time since Helena was turned, which had us all squealing.
Helena is horny and confused. Can you believe this is the only Ulrike appearance of the year? đ I'm really glad I managed to sneak one in. Even though they broke up before she was turned, Ulrike is the ultimate reminder of Helena's human life, of everything she left behind and of what could have been. Other than her family, Ulrike is who Helena misses most when she thinks about the past. This scene was pulled together quickly based on me finding the pose pack. I wasn't entirely sure if it would even work as part of the main narrative. But I feel like the spontaneity made it feel extra special, even if it is a smaller moment.
Forgotten Hollow 101. If anything, the theme of this year has been taking an increasingly long amount of time to finish every post. This is in part because I got busier in the second half of the year but also because I can't stop thinking up crazy complicated ideas. This one took me a month more or less. Even though each vampire only had one picture, it required a lot of effort to get them all in game, find poses, set up locations, etc.! But it was so important to me to do justice to your guys' vampires, so I was happy to take the time, even in the couple of moments where I began to feel burned out. I hope to keep showing off your lovely creations next year!
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Okay I have far too many headcanons/ideas about scarayn and music theyâve done or would later do post-swy. So bc I have no life atm and this is all I can think about here are a couple:
⢠Iâve already mentioned them shifting their music to literally only writing shit about each other (largely to spite everyone telling them to write about anything else than each other for the rest of eternity), but I raise you â one of them finally writing about something else like a breakup or other relationship issues and dropping it with no prior warning to anyone. Naturally this causes everyone and their mother to question if their beloved otp is going to break up or if theyâre having trouble getting along again. Only for their friends to find out they wrote the song bc a) they just felt like it, literally no other reason or b) they wrote it together just to fuck with everyone
⢠second/last one (bc I didnât realize this was already pretty long and I wanna get out of your hair abt this before I end up writing you a 50 page essay and analysis on this smau đ) â I was listening to My Kink is Karma by Chappel roan and canât get the idea out of my head that thatâs a song y/n made in this au. The music video is this au is similar to Chappelâs actual mv. And it just so happens that one of scaraâs previous mvâs have a very similar vibe to y/nâs, leading to a now very popular scarayn edit where Simone used clips that work surprisingly well together to make the my kink is karma mv with both y/n and scara together and itâs hot and done concerningly well to where a small amount of people have seen clips of the edit and thought it was the real mv. (Hopefully that makes sense đ
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Okay, thatâs enough from me, I loved the new chapter tho!! Got me giggling, kicking my feet over two characters unable to express their emotions â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
omg i love long asks donât even be sorry SEND ME ALL THE ANALYSISâS U WANT MY WAY EVEN IF IT TAKES ME A WHILE TO REPLY
omg i love this i can see scarayn in their lowk honeymoon phase and only wanting to release songs about each other or related to each other. like obviously the albums do well but the fans r like wow we miss scaras old style can he release smth different and scara fucks around and releases an album thatâs the opposite themes of his usual happier songs centered around u and ppl think u both broke up for a few hours anyway i have more but ill save it for the end of the au so i donât spoil too much
OMG YES I GET WHAT UR SAYING it reminds me of when ppl edit together hyyh yoonkook with their new mvs ,, another song i had a head canon about was close to you by gracie abrams and its a song one of them wrong about eo, maybe scara about yn and he releases it a while after the show and gets yn to be in the mv and it cuts between them two do u guys see the vision or do i sound insane
and ahh thank u!! im so glad u enjoyed and iâm always so flattered people have headcanons for my fic
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sleep awake
Pairing:Â Lucanis Dellamorte (and Spite) x Rook x Davrin - pre-relationship
Word Count:Â 3142
Synopsis:Â Lucanis falls asleep making breakfast, and Rook orders him to rest, under Davrin's watch - a confusion of feelings ensue
Note:Â this has no set place in the timeline, it's pure vibes only, all you need to know is that Rook (Eva) and Davrin have been hooking up since Weisshaupt, but she's also a lil in love with Lucanis
Crossposted:Â Here on AO3
Lucanis swore he only closed his eyes for a second. Enough to let out an exhausted exhale before continuing with the hearty porridge he had been making for breakfast, but he snapped back to consciousness with a call of his name, too late to stop himself before he hit the floor hard, the bowl he had been reaching for shattering on impact around him.
Rook was up from the table and at his side first, Taash and Harding, who had all been sat chatting around the breakfast table together, quickly behind her. Davrin glanced up as well where he was sat with one leg cocked up on the table, chipping away at some new carving, but did not rise from his seat.
âAre you alright?â Rook asked, reaching for him, hands guiding him to not lean on any of the broken crockery as he attempted to stand.
âIâm fine,â he insisted, relenting a little as Rook guided him to sit against one of the counters instead, wincing a little at the knock heâd taken to his shoulder, âMust have just slipped.â
Spite was watching from the periphery of his vision, had clearly been waiting to jump in control once his guard was down. But there was no teasing or temper, instead he was pacing back and forth, watching Rook fuss over him.
âHe fell asleep,â Taash said from behind them all.
âI did not,â he protested.
âUh, yeah you did,â they folded their arms across their chest, âYou were stirring the porridge, you closed your eyes and then you went down like a sack of potatoes.â
âWhen did you last get some rest?â Rookâs eyes widened a little, as they always did when she worried about him.
âAlways concerned about you,â Spite hummed, crouching down beside him to lean in closer to Rookâs face, âSmells like chocolate and salt and want.
âIâŚâ he tried to ignore the purple visage, focusing on the elf in front of him, âYou know I donât sleep.â
âWell, you need to.â
He waved her off, grabbing the countertop and pulling himself back onto his feet, âIâm fine.â
Her hands went to her hips, head tilted to look up at him, âYou literally just passed out making breakfast.â
âIâll have some more coffee and I will be ready to go,â he said, âYouâve got business in Rivain, Iâll finish breakfast and we can get going.â
âNo,â she said firmly, âYou canât keep pushing your body like this. Youâre going to get yourself or someone around you hurt.â
âAnd if Spite takes over?â he asked.
âThen one of us will watch you, wake you if we have to. But you have to rest.â
âRook, I-â
âNo.â
âEva-â
He watched her eyes soften as he used her real name, but she held firm, âNo. Iâm benching you. Stay here and sleep. Bossâ orders.â
âBoss Rook,â Spite cooed as Lucanisâ form straightened up a little.
She turned from him before he could protest again, asking Harding if sheâd be okay to gear up and come to Rivain with her and Taash instead of Lucanis, as the assassin busied himself cleaning up the broken bowl and finishing off breakfast.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her take a seat on the edge of the table, hand rested on the Wardenâs leg as they began to converse quietly.
âYou say. Rude to stare,â Spite reminded him, and he turned his head away to finish his task.
Across the room, Eva traced the pattern on the stitching of Davrinâs trousers, the pair playfully avoiding each otherâs eye contact as he pretended to be more engrossed in his carving.
âWould you do me a favour today?â she asked.
He glanced at her, a dark eyebrow cocked, âYou want me to watch him? Are you sure thatâs a good idea?â
âIâd do it myself, but I promised Taash weâd head out to the coast to fight some Antaam. And I trust you the most to look out for him,â she said, âAnd I know you bicker, but he trusts you too.â
âReally?â
âHey, you two have buried the hatchet since Weisshaupt. And youâre bothâŚâ she trailed off a little, unsure how to word the fact that they were her two favourite people in the whole world without opening herself up to the vulnerability of that sentiment. She tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear instead, âBesides if you wonât do it for him, will you do it for me?â
He pondered for a moment, recognising the gleam in her eye before he sighed, âFine, but you owe me.â
She smiled, âIâm sure I can find a way to repay you,â
âYouâre a tease, you know that?â
âI do,â she leaned forward and brushed a kiss against his mouth, âBut you enjoy it.â
They all enjoyed a quiet breakfast together, nothing more said about the incident in the kitchen this morning, though Eva noted that Lucanis was particularly quiet, pointedly eating his porridge and not replying to Spite as he was known to do. Compliments were passed around about the breakfast, as usual, Manfred insisting on cleaning up, with Emmrich to watch him to ensure that nothing was broken in his wardâs eagerness.
Harding, Taash and Eva readied themselves to head out through the Eluvian, Bellara and Neve joining them to take a jaunt into the Crossroads, Emmrich taking some time with Manfred and Assan both in an attempt to run them ragged. Eva had spoken a few more quiet words to Davrin before leaving, stopping in front of Lucanis who was nursing a cup of coffee in the library to take his hand in hers and insist once again that he get some rest, turning to address the air and tell Spite to behave.
Before he could register the warmth in his chest and the fact that Spite was near bouncing up and down because Eva had spoken to him directly, she was gone, down the stairs and headed to the Eluvian.
âCâmon.â
He glanced up to see Davrin stood over him with folded arms.
âWhat?â the assassin asked.
âRook said you gotta sleep. She told me to watch you so the demon doesnât escape,â he nodded to the door, âSo câmon.â
Lucanis dragged himself to his feet, the pair of them sharing a begrudging expression, knowing that this was neither of their first choice, but neither of them were going to defy what Eva had asked for.
They walked out into the courtyard side by side, Lucanis faltering in his step as he saw Davrin divert to his quarters.
âWhere are you going?â he frowned.
âWhat? Did you think I was just going to post up like a guard and watch you sleep?â Davrin asked.
Lucanis followed him up the steps, brushing past him as the Warden held the door open to allow him entry, âI figured youâd bar the door and sit outside it.â
âFigured we might as well try and make this comfortable,â Davrin shrugged a little, âAnd if Spite gets jumpy, I know my room better than yours.â
âSmart.â
Lucanis had not spent much time in Davrinâs room, the pair of them generally avoiding each other when the Warden had joined their party, and even once they had formed their somewhat truce, he found no reason to just hang out in search of conversation. If he wanted company, there would always be someone in the dining area or library, and if Davrin happened to be there, then so be it. Besides, it was the worst kept secret in their group that if Rook and Davrin were having some private time, they would be holed up in Davrinâs quarters, so it would be better for everyone not to enter the Wardenâs chambers without knocking first and having a damn good reason to be disturbing them.
Davrin gestured towards the bed that was tucked in the corner, âHave at it.â
Lucanis awkwardly toed off his boots, but was stopped from crawling into the bed by a scoff from Davrin, âWhat?â
âThatâs what youâre going to sleep in?â the elf cocked his head a little, âDo all you Crows sleep fully clothed or is this just a you thing?â
Spite appeared at Davrinâs shoulder, sniffing curiously, âWarden wants. To see whatâs under.â
âUnlike you, I do not sleep naked,â Lucanis bit back, earning a smirk from Davrin that sent a spark of warmth right to his gut.
Davrin held his hands up, âJust want you to be comfortable. Donât want your fancy silk vest getting creased.â
Lucanis sighed, swiftly unbuttoning the vest and set it aside before climbing effortlessly into the bed, feeling uneasy at the amount of tension that left his body simply by laying down on a comfortable mattress.
Davrin clambered in next to him, boots also off, shirt still on though those low collars of his could barely be counted as such. His much larger body blocked off the easy exit from the bed, trapping Lucanis, and Spite, against the wall. Lucanis watched the Warden take out a book from his bedside table, flick open to a marked page and begin reading.
âYâknow, most people close their eyes when theyâre going to sleep,â Davrin said in a low voice, eyes not moving from the page.
âAre you reading a romance novel?â Lucanis frowned.
âMaybe,â Davrin spared him a glance, âProblem with that?â
âNot at all,â the assassin admitted.
âThought Iâd want something with more monsters and thrill?â
âPerhaps.â
âRook said it was good,â he said, âAnd I trust her judgement.â
âShe does have good taste,â Lucanis agreed, feeling a warmth in his cheeks as Davrinâs eyes met his, quickly rolling onto his side, face somewhat buried in the pillow.
âGet some sleep. Iâll wake you if Spite causes any trouble.â
Lucanis closed his eyes, feeling the pull of sleep dragging him into unconsciousness, his last waking thought was that the pillow smelled like Rook.
Spite sat in wait, watching over Lucanis as he drifted off, knowing that he could take control now. But with the Warden so close, he would not get very far. So, he crouched on the edge of the bed, watching the elf curiously as he read.
He had hated Davrin at first. He threatened Lucanis, threatened him, and worst of all, when he came to the Lighthouse, Rook changed. Rook had only ever looked at Lucanis, and them, with that smile and those eyes, and then the Warden had arrived, and she gave him that smile too, looked at him the way she looked at them. And after Weisshaupt, the smells had changed. She still smelled of chocolate and salt, but there was always a hint of something else.
Gingerwort and wood shavings.
He had been viciously jealous at first, encouraging Lucanis to get the Warden out of the way, not wanting to have to share Rookâs attention. But as his temper had cooled, he had seen that Rook cared for the Warden, could not bare to see them fight, so they would keep the Warden around; to make her happy. If he and Lucanis ever agreed on one thing, it was that they would never do anything to intentionally hurt Rook, even if Lucanis would never admit his feelings for her out loud.
And somewhere over the weeks, even Lucanis had relented, finding somewhat of a kinship with the Warden. Not a friendship, not like the nights when he would laugh with the book club or share a drink with Rook, but an understanding was there that Spite could not quite get his head around.
So he watched, and he waited, taking in the line of the Wardenâs nose, the ripple of his muscles, the curve of his bottom lip. For their animosity, Lucanis looked, and when Lucanis looked, so did Spite. Spite had only wanted Rook, and the Warden was nothing like Rook, save for their pointed ears. The Warden was not small, able to fit into their arms, if only Lucanis would let them hold her, did not smell like chocolate or buy them knives. But the jealously he had once felt had relented into a fire in his chest whenever he saw the Warden hold Rook, saw how she kissed him, and touched him. If Rook enjoyed how the Warden held her, would he? Would Lucanis?
It felt like hours he sat for, as the Warden read his book, head tilted in curiosity at every smile, every soft chuckle, even the slightest hint of warmth and shift in his scent at whatever words he read on the page.
Finally, he finished his book, hands now resting on his stomach, glancing around as though wondering what to do now, but not wanting to move too far from Lucanis. Spite watched as the Warden shimmied down into the bed, getting comfortable on his side, and soon enough, fall asleep himself. He observed a little while longer, curiosity eating at him as the Warden succumbed to a deeper sleep, Lucanis not even disturbed by the shifting body beside him, a wry grin crossing his face as the pair instinctively moved closer together, the Wardenâs arm reaching out to wrap around Lucanis.
It was some time later that Davrin awoke sharply. He felt something move under his hand, and he subconsciously wrapped his arm tighter around it, at first thinking it Eva shifting in her sleep before he remembered his charge, and tightened his hold even more, curling his arm around Lucanis to hold him in place.
âSpite,â he said in a low, warning tone, âDonât.â
âWarden no fun,â Spite grumbled, âLight sleeper.â
He cracked his eyes open to see Spite wiggling in his grasp, turning so that they were lying face to face, the purple light in the assassinâs eyes a little unnerving so close, but he didnât relent his hold.
âLucanis needs to sleep,â he told him, âIf he stays awake much longer it might kill him, which will definitely be no fun for you.â
He grumbled again, âDonât want him dead. Just want. To see.â
âAll youâre seeing today is me, Iâm afraid,â Davrin said, âYou gotta let him rest.â
Spite quieted down for a little while, the pair simply taking in the otherâs features as they lay so close.
âPretty Warden.â
Davrinâs eyebrows rose, âWhat?â
âWarden is pretty,â Spite told him, âLucanis thinks so.â
âDoes he now?â
âWonât say, wonât ever say. Thinks Rook is pretty too. Pretty together. Beautiful. Wonât let me tell. Never lets me tell.â
Davrin gave a soft chuckle, âWell this definitely isnât the conversation I thought Iâd be having with you⌠donât tell Lucanis, but heâs not so bad himself.â
âWonât tell,â he said, and it felt like a promise from his tone, âPretty Warden. Smell likeâŚâ he sniffed harshly, âGingerwort and wood shavings and⌠chocolate.â
âChocolate?â
Spite nodded, âSmell like Rook. Chocolate and salt.â
âDo you smell Rook often?â
He shook his head to himself at the smile that played on Spiteâs mouth, but they both glanced up at the sound of the door opening and he felt Spite vibrate in his arms as he recognised the presence.
âYâknow,â Eva said, rounding the corner to stand at the foot of the bed, âWhen I asked you to keep an eye on him, this isnât what I meant.â
Davrin flushed a little, taking stock of the fact that he was laying with Lucanisâ sleeping form tucked comfortably, âWas the easiest way to keep Spite in check.â
âUh huhâŚâ she nodded, âYou got room for one more?â
âReally?â
âYeah, as long as you donât mind me interrupting?â
âNot at all,â he said.
She clambered into the bed, tucking herself in on the other side of Lucanis, feeling him turn to nuzzle in closer to her warmth.
âChocolate and salt,â Spite hummed, âRook.â
She gave him a smile, âHey Spite.â
âPretty Warden said Lucanis need sleep.â
Rook laughed softly, âThe pretty Wardenâs right.â
âNo fun.â
âIs this not fun?â she teased, tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertip. She felt the shiver of Lucanisâ skin under her touch, and the heat of Davrinâs gaze over his shoulder as he watched her interact with the demon.
âLucanis wonât let me. Says itâs too dangerous.â
âYou let me handle him,â she said, âWhy donât you lay here with me and Davrin for a little longer? And when our Crowâs had some sleep, Iâll talk to Luca about rewarding you somehow.â
Spite preened under the attention, âYou. Spiteâs favourite.â
He settled fully at her insistence, but kept watch as both Davrin and Rook found rest of their own, falling asleep with their hands rested on his waist.
Lucanisâ eyes opened to find himself face to face with Davrin, warmer and more comfortable than he had been in far longer than he could comprehend, almost sluggish with how much sleep he had managed to get.
âMierda.â
âFor full transparency,â Davrin mumbled his own eyes barely open, âEveryone remained fully clothed.â
A shame, Spite hissed in his ears.
Lucanis frowned sleepily, âSpite didnât try to leave?â
âOh, he did,â Davrin told him, âWe convinced him to let you sleep.â
âWe?â
Chocolate and salt!
He glanced over to see Rook curled up behind him, face buried against his shoulder blades right where Spiteâs wings would unfurl, her own arms wrapped around him, to keep him close.
âMierda,â he whispered again.
She began to shift at the sound of voices, the warmth of her breath against his skin as she let out a soft yawn, stretching, the softness of her body pressing against him.
âLuca? You okay?â
Her brown eyes were wide, that concerned look back once again. His mouth flapped, trying to wrap his head around the entire situation, how he had ended up from being forced into a nap under guard to waking up in the arms of one person he desired desperately and another that he had begun to change his feelings on, resigning himself to never having either of them; least of all because they had each other first. And somehow most confusing of all was that the demon that possessed him, that kept him from sleep, that would take control and be a danger to others, had let him rest; not because he was threatened, but because he was held.
She offered him a soft smile as she noted the flush in his cheeks, âDonât think Iâve seen our Crow blush quite like that before.â
Our Crow, Spite crooned in his ears, Ours. Theirs. Our Warden. Our Rook. Wood shavings and chocolate.
Lucanis sat up quickly, breaking the embrace and clambering gracelessly out of the bed, Spite cursing him as he leapt up, grabbing his boots and waistcoat, âI should go. I need to clear my head.â They both called after him, but he kept walking.
#lucanis gets EEPY and ends up in the throuple of his dreams - that's the concept#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#datv#veilguard spoilers#davrin#lucanis dellamorte#spite dellamorte#rookanis#davrook#davrookanis#davrin x rook x lucanis#davrin x lucanis#writing
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!!!! I never expected 1 let alone 3!
Ok, here's one from a Thor fic I started writing, then rewriting, ages ago and maybe one day I shall finish it.
"Just because I agreed to an arranged marriage does not mean I don't like sweet happy endings."
Here's one from a Criminal Minds fic I have going on ff.net. This is wayyyyyyy ahead of what is currently posted but maybe one day we'll get this far (publicly).
âI find out, that after months of trying, weâre finally having another kid, from Emily, because she fucked up and said âmy wife and kids.â
I am also completely obsessed with my Sims family. When I'm burnt out writing fandom fic, sometimes I write stories about my Sims. Here's one!
"It's okay," she said, fighting back the urge to add 'I deserve it.'
#ask#ask answered#i had pages and pages of the thor one#then started to completely rewrite it#havenât touched it in years#maybe i should#i started the criminal minds one i college#between season 11 and 12#then took a break from it during grad school#thats when i created my account here#and started writing for marvel#went back to cm after years#gotta keep things fresh#realized i started my fic way too early story wise#and had a new vision of where i wanted it to go#so its a bit of a hot mess#but i do love prison!reid#and wanted to write more with him and his struggle#i am also an avid simmer#my Moneybags family is large and in charge#i have a lot written about them#i will galdly post snippets if anyone is interested#the drama of the one I posted for this is good#otherwise it will remain between me and my google docs
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Day 15
We are set to arrive on Fendaar in two cycles. As we are currently stuck on the SIIR Noxos, I have concluded that the passages of time that I am free of duties would be best spent continuing to observe the human. The human, on the other hand, seemed to have different plans in that matter, as it took me an unusually long amount of time to locate her.
As I eventually found her, she seemed to be working on one of the control panels in the main control room, so I may excuse her absence with duties she had to attend to. As she saw me, although, she seemed ratherâŚexcited (this is obviously mere speculation, as the study of the Terran so far has provided far too little evidence to prove such theories)?
As she rolled out from under the control board and sighted me, her face once again split into a wide opening revealing her horrifying amount of teeth.
"Hey! Dude!", she said, raising to her full height and stepping towards me, still baring her teeth, although I did not recoil, as I did not want to seem impolite. She raised her arms, each pointing into a different direction, away from their connection to the human's body.
"Human Quinn. How are you?"
"Me? Iâm fine, the whole 'wandering around in space' thing just made me throw up, I honestly donât know why they insisted on keeping me there for two whole days."
The ends of her fingers, studded with claw-like (rather short and rounded instead of sharp, perhaps they were not meant to function as claws at all, or perhaps the beings on Terra were far different from what I knew, and therefore a shape like this was far more useful to hunt) protuberances, scraped over the back of the connection between her head and her upper body. If I interpreted her facial expression correctly, she seemed to be thinking.
"Maybe I got a light concussion too, Iâm not entirely sure. But it's improbable, because Iâm fine now."
I decided to focus on one piece of information at a time. "Well, this "throwing up" can certainly not be a healthy nor normal process, otherwise, it would not seem so violently painful and involuntary, would it?"
"Well itâs notâŚunnatural, itâs just something that can happen. And about health, itâs not unhealthy, it usually helps us to get rid of stuff that is bad for our bodies!", she eludicated, moving one of her arms in a rather random manner.
"The scientists have concluded that this fluid is highly acidic. If this 'stuff' is so harmful to you, wouldnât it just dissolve in this fluid before being able to cause any further harm?"
Quinn seemed to think about that.Â
"Well, just because it gets dissolved, doesnât mean itâs gone, you know? It's still in our bodies, and we have to get rid of it somehow. And if it needs to be fast, we throw up. Honestly, Iâd definitely explain this further to you, but Biologyâs never really been my strongest subject, ya know what I mean?"
I did not, in fact, know what she meant, but I decided against questioning her further.
After a pause the Terran spoke up again: "So, this planet we're landing on..." "Fendaar.", I clarified. "Right. So, this planet that weâre going to, itâs a desert, right?" "That is correct." "So, is it a sand, an ice or, I guess you could also count rock desert? 'Cuz on my planet, weâve got all of those types."
"Fendaarâs ecosystem is mostly made up out of sandlike landscapes with rather scarce vegetation and biodiversity. Most of the planets in system 36-54 have rather extreme temperature ranges, and Fendaar is no exception.", I eludicated.
"Alright, cool.", she spoke, rolling back under the underside of the control panel she had been working on previously. She seemed to be sitting, or rather lying, on a piece of metal with four small wheels attached to it, allowing her to move it around.
"Your planet.", I initiated.Â
"Yeah?", she responded, while continuing her work on the wiring.
"Am I assuming correctly that your planet has a far bigger biodiversity?"
"Oh, yeah.", there was a small spring in her voice, as if she had let out air in the middle of speaking. "Big biodiversity. Weâve got deserts and rainforests, coral reefs and permafrost - although perhaps not for that long anymore - mountain ranges and all that stuff."
"Interesting.", I supplied, for lack of a better response. If Terra had such differences in temperature and landscapes, it was a logical conclusion that the humans had evolved to survive under such circumstances.
"Yeah."
It was unusually quiet for some time. That was, until Quinn rolled out from the underside of the control panels.
"Alright, Iâm done." She took a deep breath before opening her mouth once again. Then, all of a sudden, the muscles of her face started contracting as if she was plagued by an invisible pain. Her eyes squeezed shut and she let out horrifying noise, holding an arm angled in front of her nose and mouth. The noise itself was not particularly loud or long, but I recoiled either way, as a measure of safety. I could not be certain if this gesture was meant to harm me, after all.
Quinnâs arm sank down again as her other hand rubbed at her nose. She huffed, a sound far less threatening than the one she had produced a moment ago. One of the hair patches above her visual organs raised itself, prompting the question to arise if human hair was controlled by muscles or if it had a mind of its own, although this was a question that could be further investigated later. One of the corners of her mouth raised, revealing the seemingly sharpest teeth in her mouth.
"I guess dust is an inter-galactic thing, huh?"
I did not respond. Her face muscles contracted, causing the skin above her visual organs to crease.
"Hey, you okay? Youâre looking a little spooked over there."
"Human, I do not wish to cause you discomfort, but, if I may ask, what was the purpose of the noise you just uttered?"
She did not respond for a moment, blinking with both of her eyes as she stared at me. It was quite unsettling, considering her previous explanation, that most humans preferred not being stared at.Â
"IâŚsneezed?" The creases in the skin above her eyes deepened.
My front pliers uttered another rattling sound. "What is this 'sneezing'? What purpose does it serve?" I admit, I was quite curious. Terrans seemed much more complex than I had previously assumed.
She paused, seemingly to think of an answer. "Well, itâs likeâŚif something is bothering us at or in out nose, like dust, for example, itâs kind of the natural response to that. To keep things out of our bodies that donât belong there."
"Human bodies seem to require a lot of defense mechanisms.", I commented.
She raised and lowered the connection of her arms to her upper body, baring her teeth once again while raising herself to her full height, using one of her arms as support.
"Yâknow, itâs surprisingly hard to explain something youâre so used to to someone whoâs never heard of it. I guess I still have to work on the whole 'awareness that Iâm around aliens' thing. Sâ kind of surreal."
She patted off her clothing, as if to remove non-existent filth once again. I had noticed the past few cycles that most of her clothing seemed to consist of several, usually differently-coloured, pieces of fabric.Â
Her clothes usually covered her body from the connection between her arms and torso to the connection between her legs and, presumably, her feet. Her feet were usually also covered, although I could not determine the purpose it was supposed to serve in the environment we are currently in, although the theory that the conditions on Earth are vastly different compared to the ones on the SIIR Noxos is gaining more probability, based on the Terran's narrations.
The human seemed to evaluate a question she wanted to ask (this is, of course, a mere speculation based on previous observations: her face muscles were contracted to form a crease over her visual organs, which could so far most likely be interpreted as confusion, thoughtfulness or discomfort; her head was both slightly raised and tilted to one side at the same time, a gesture that was most likely supposed to convey an ongoing thought process).
Although, before she could utter a noise, V-7 informed us of a request from the Vitrichl to gather for a matter of importance.
The purpose of his summoning was to divide the crew into several smaller groups that were to be assigned with different tasks to fulfill once we sucessfully landed on Fendaar.
I was grouped with the Terran, which was unsurprising, as well as Tkzt, a member of the species that is widely known across the galaxies as Ctzas (it is to note that the Ctzas have not evolved any form of written language and communicate exclusively through clicking and chittering sounds. The written forms of, for example, names of this species, are written by other species to produce approximately the same sound as the Ctzas make when recited verbally).
Tkzt, as a member of the unit controlling supply chains and keeping a list of the stock of the SIIR Noxos, would make a helpful addition in our task of seeking out the nearest settlement in order to stock up on supplies.
After all matters of importance were settled, the crew dissipated, continuing their respective tasks. The Terran was ordered to stay and to assist the Vitrichl in another matter, which is the reason I did not cross paths with the human again for the rest of this cycle.
Despite this, I am positive that accompanying the human on an foreign planet will give me a further insight into the species' mannerisms and interaction manners with foreign species, which will prove to be helpful further on in studying the human.
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Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee
dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning âhard to get atâ, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.
jason âroboâ robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobbyâs nhl periodic table poems <3
#i had a couple different ideas for poems that were taken by the time i could go deranged for a couple hours to make this but as I looked#i was like WAIT NONE OF YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE JASON ROBERTSON YOU HAVENâT SEEN MY TEXAS CAM and had to do it. also was STRUCK with the#sudden immaculate vision of the Dallas D as part of terfenol-D and could not get it out & robo is the most dance! person i know on the team#liv in the replies#dallas stars#jason robertson#nhl periodic table poems#guys i am plagued with visions and no execution skills!! every day i come here and learn one new skill on GIMP the way god intended!!!#today it was emboss. also cannot claim any credit for the pulse to the magnetic beat photo which is so cool that was one where i had a#couple and was like maybe i can do like crayon shockwaves like the art process video kasper showed? and then found that picture and was#like thank you lord stanley for knowing my limitations. thank you for your understanding in this moment it was a trial enough to make#expand contract dance and one would THINK i would have fucking learned from the claude animorphs tragedy!! i did not. but i did use the#shear tool and 3D rotate so at least if weâre animorphing itâs SLIGHTLY better. anyway me frantically doing this like WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT#WAIT FOR ME YOU GUYS ARE SO FAST i keep seeing all of these and just spinning around in circles until i get dizzy & fall down Iâm so happy#the drive folder for this is just called joy!!!!! because joy this is such a cool idea but now because it brings me so much joy#i just saw the Travis dermott one and burst into tears super normal AND someone did exactly what i wanted with hydrogen which was the water#the ice!!!!! itâs so perfect!!! and cody ofc did silver lord stanley. like does it ever make you cry how beautiful & creative everyone is?#anyway if you see me post and delete this and then update it or change it no you didnât itâs fine. but i wanted to be included#if i could make the dysprosium letters not have a white background i would I simply could not fuck with it at 1AM. we are hitting send#it may not look like it but i queue#pretend i spoke at length about the reasons why i picked all the pictures & the element just know that itâs there inside my brain u can ask#GUYS I TAKE IT ALL BACK I SAW NEONFRETRAâS ISOTOPES AND I COULD MAKE THE EDITS EVEN THOUGH THEYâRE THERE!! ISOTOPES!!!! YOU GUYS!!!!!!#get ready for the edits then. dylan magnesium my beloved child of stars who can never return⌠like i wish i could say anyone else but itâs#i KNOW number nineteens bismuth donât make me Google how many years nolan played hockey but also thereâs ej for stable so.. also half-life#actinium claude giroux my beloved⌠when i saw there already was a claude i thought maybe Brady too for that#I donât know how but flerovium doubled magic is percolating in my brain as was promethium bad boy because I was like hmmm. tyler. but#couldnât commit and THEN SOMEONE DID BAD BAD LEROY BROWN TYLER BERTUZZI TO PROMETHIUM AND BESTIE I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH!!! with cons#anyway shane wright germanium with juraj slafkovskĂ˝ but showing him very obviously not missing it. if jack eichel was not an asshole#the narratives WOULD be narrativing. you could argue for a sidovi here with the calder cup and potentially a best friend stealing narrative#(the most recent is cam yorkeâs acquisition of jamie d from trevor zegras which would then require a yorkie one for silicon the other side)
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...BIG FEELS AND BIG PLOT DEVELOPMENTS AT THE END OF THAT BOOK, HUH
#Tyto reads WoF#i know it's not the most pressing issue what with the vengeful ex-Queen and the murderous sister and all#but I still want to point out how alarming it is that the new crew are all going to be wearing seemingly radioactive rocks as jewelry now#Turtle please don't pick up strange rocks that give off their own heat for the love of all that's good#ANYWAY yeah what the actual frick is going on with Darkstalker huh. I genuinely do NOT know whether he's trustworthy or not#desperately lonely and unfairly demonized? absolutely. truly cares about Moon as a friend? I think so.#capable of integrating peacefully into modern dragon society without letting his own ego turn him into the monster he denies ever being?#....... đŹ remains to be seen#god and there's Scarlet's mysterious new accomplice(?) with the maddeningly vague physical description and also THE SCROLL(!!!!)#and i just realized we failed to get resolutions in this book for EITHER the vision of Turtle attacking Anemone OR#Flame's unique and frightening ability to sense and/or attack mindreaders????#where the HECK are we going with Flame I am going lowkey INSANE over him#ugh frick and Umber and Sora are both on the run too...!! this book is nearly as cliffhangery as Dark Secret#(though thankfully i prepared for this by checking the next book out ahead of time so i wouldn't have to wait LOL)#uhh buhh final thoughts before i force myself to go to sleep:#I love Moon and everything going on with her but I do feel like on some level it's even more of a slap in the face for poor Starflight#that the only tribe to get multiple POV characters in this first. like. extended arc(?) appears to be the NightWings#and Starflight himself doesn't get any of the tribe's unique defining features or abilities#i mean i guess the same is sort of true of Sunny and yes i know it was the POINT of book 4 that the tribe had no powers#but still idk it just feels like kicking the poor boy when he's already down. in addition to him literally getting beaten up again#(... now watch me be a total fool and the arc actually extends past book 8 or something making this point moot lol)#(I'm only assuming it ends at 8 bc that's where the previews in the back of the previous books have stopped)#EDIT: LOL yep turns out this arc does extend out to book 10 and the other POVs are Turtle and Qibli so I stand corrected.#that's what I get for nightblogging
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productivity apps for self improvement
pinterest
you know i had to include the ultimate form of social media. pinterest is one of the only truly peaceful social media apps out there and focuses on sharing photos to your themed boards. this app is everything if youâre into making vision boards, moodboards, beauty, productivity, and really anything else. thereâs something there for everyone!
finch
this is a wonderful self-care app, in which you take care of a bird while taking care of yourself! this is my new favorite app. i use the free version and it is adorable. the app asks you some questions about your goals and how you feel about self care, and gives you some daily goals based on your answers, but you can delete and add goals of your own. the more you log in and track your goals, the more adventures your bird can go on and the more they grow. i recommend this app to absolutely everyone and i will never shut up about it.
gymshark training
this is a free training app including many different types and styles of workouts. you can search for workouts based on duration, equipment used, the targeted muscle, and so on. you can also add workouts and plans of your own and track your progress.
i am sober
this is my favorite app for if you have something you want to quit. this isnât just for substances or alcohol, but can also be used for quitting sugar, skin picking, caffeine, fast food, and so many other things. you can track your progress, review your days, make pledges, and connect with others who are struggling with the same thing you are. you are also given motivational quotes and reminders when you log into the app. there is an option for a subscription, but i use the free version and have had no problems with it at all.
study bunny: focus timer
an adorable focus timer where you gain coins with every goal/time you accomplish something with your focus timer and you can spend your coins on cute little accessories for your bunny! the only real issue with this app is that the ads are kind of crazy, and itâs $15 a month to go ad-free.
flora - green focus
this app includes a pomodoro timer and plants a tree in a rural community based on how often you stay focused using the timer on the app. the app does not plant a tree unless you opt for their subscription, which is $2 per year and allows you to plant one tree for 120 hours of focused time. you can also plant a tree every 24 hours with the $10 plan.
focus to-do: focus timer&tasks
this app combines a pomodoro timer with a daily to-do list. the app is free to use, but includes additional features for those with a subscription, which is $3 for every three months or $9 for a lifetime membership.
balance: meditation & sleep
a great app that includes nightly reviews, meditations, and sleep sounds. this app has great reviews, but itâs worth noting that itâs not completely free. it includes a trial, after which is $12 per month, or $70 per year.
insight timer - meditate & sleep
just as it sounds, this is another great app for meditations, ambient sounds for sleep, and progress tracking. there are tons of free things included in the app, but if you want to unlock everything, the premium plan is $10 per month or $60 per year.
structured - daily planner
an app with great reviews intended to help organize your daily tasks into achievable goals and track your progress. the app has basic features for free, but also includes a premium subscription if you want to unlock all the features.
routineflow: guided routines
this app caters to those who have difficulties staying focused and maintaining a set routine by guiding your routine for you and managing your progress. the app gives you one routine for free, but if you want another, you would need to pay for the $30 annual subscription.
how we feel
a wonderful free journaling app developed by therapists and scientists for logging your emotions, talking to other users, and tracking your mood patterns.
gentler streak fitness tracker
if youâre tired of the constant work and grind mentality, this may be the app for you. this app takes a gentler approach to fitness by tracking exercise, giving encouragement, and notifying you if you are overworking yourself. the app itself is free, but certain features require a subscription, which is $8 per month or $50 per year.
glo | yoga and meditation app
glo is a highly rated app for yoga, pilates, and meditation. unlike most of the other apps listed, you canât really access much on glo for free. to access the full courses, they offer two plans: $30 per month or $245 per year.
waterllama
another adorable app that lets you track your water intake with a cute llama! super motivating and is free for basic features. if you want to unlock all features, the subscription is $7 per year.
mindllama
made by the same people as waterllama, this app allows you to practice and track your meditation and breathwork practice with a cute llama! like waterllama, the app is free, but some features require a subscription, which varies depending on whether you want the premium plan, the anxiety relief plan, or the sleep focused plan.
daily bean - simplest journal
another super cute app that helps you track your days and moods. the app itself is free, but a premium plan is also offered, which is $20 per year.
schmoody: mood & habit tracker
this app aims to help you through depression, anxiety, and/or adhd by helping you track your habits, talk to other users, and give you the resources to get you back on track. the free version includes the âessentialsâ to support mental health and well-being, but they also offer a premium version, which unlocks more resources and personalized options. the subscription is $15 per month, $60 per year, or $100 for a lifetime membership.
meditation timer - zenitizer
this is a meditation timer that focuses on simplicity and organization while tracking your meditation practice. a free version is available with a limited amount of content, but a premium version is also offered, which is $3 per month, $20 per year, or a $50 one-time payment.
mineral - gratitude journal
this is a free journaling app that is secure in the fact that you have to use face id in order to access your journal. this app is definitely more simple, but effective nonetheless.
focus keeper: productive timer
this app is a popular pomodoro-style timer app. iâve heard that this app works wonders for many people with adhd. the app is free, but includes additional content and features for those with a subscription.
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If Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together Part 2
Read Part 1 and Part 3
Tony: Why is Underoos mopping the ceiling?
Sam: Told him since he's sticky that's his chore
Bucky: It's only fair he helps out around the house
Tony: Hm. Makes sense
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Vision cooked dinner:
Peter: *pushing around food to make it look eaten*
Natasha: *surreptitiously spitting into napkin*
Steve: *taking small bites with tons of water*
Bucky: *just stares at full plate*
Tony: Well this is disgusting, I'm ordering pizza
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Sam: C'mon man stop moping around, you gotta get yourself a girl
Bucky: Ok.
Sam: Ok? Okayyyyy! I know-
Bucky: Give me your phone
Sam: Oh you got a number in mind already hotshot? *hands phone over*
Bucky: *ring* Hi Sarah ;)
Sam: BOY-
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Peter: Ned thought you would seperate your colours from your lights but he also thought you'd be homophobic so I don't pay him much mind cuz clearly I'm more of a superhero expert than him but he does have a 2% better average than me in history so like maybe you do hand wash your clothes and that's why I asked what underwear you wear because-
Steve: *listening intently with apprehension and alarm*
Natasha: I can't believe you found the one person on Earth who talks more nonsense than you
Tony: I know right, it's incredibly unnerving. I'm planning on adopting him
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Peter: Mr. Stark I have to tell you something. I think Vision is a... *whispers* pervert
Tony: Um, why?
Peter: He keeps floating through my room without knocking! He saw me changing, he saw my nipples !
Tony: Well if anyone's a predator here it would be you. I mean showing your nipples to a 2 year old? Deplorable.
Peter:
Peter: Oh god, I'm the pervert...
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Bucky: Y'know animosity isn't good between teammates. I think we should spend more time together
Sam: Am I being punked right now? Where's the camera
Bucky: I'm serious. I think it would be healthy for us to bond
Sam: Okay fine I'll bite... what did you have in mind
Bucky: Wanna go for a run?
Sam: *slams door in Bucky's face*
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*staring at Bucky's sparkly clean metal arm*
Bucky: Dishwasher?
Peter: Dishwasher :)
(later that day)
Bucky: I've decided to let the child live
Peter: YoU wHaT?!
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Thwip
Tony: Who took my coffee cup, It was right here
Thwip
Bruce: Um, has someone seen my book? I just had it
Thwip
Steve: I could've sworn I was holding a pen a moment ago
*giggling from the ceiling*
Tony: Young man I will take those webshooters away if you use them for shenanigans and rascality
Peter, muffled: Mr. Hawkeye told me to!
Clint: Oh so you're just gonna rat me out like that?
Peter: Sor- OOF
*falls out of ceiling vent*
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Sam: You're in my spot
Bucky: There are no spots, it's a common area
Sam: Well that's my spot
Bucky: Did you buy the chair??
Sam: No, but everyone knows that's where I sit. Right Steve?
Steve: Oops I forgot something in my car, be right back *leaves*
Sam: Still my spot
Bucky: Still not
Sam: *sits on him*
Bucky: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL THE COUCHES ARE FREE-
Sam: IT'S MY SPOT YOU CAN'T TAKE A MAN'S FAVOURITE CHAIR-
BUCKY: YOU HAVE ISSUES GET OFF ME-
(one hour later)
Steve: Hey so turns out I don't have a car! Isn't that funn...
Sam & Bucky: *Squeezed awkwardly on the chair together*
Steve: I think I left something in my car
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Steve: Leave the bedroom door open when you have Vision in there
Wanda: UGH you're so protective
Tony: Teenagers, am I right? Caught Pete reassembling my particle accelerator at midnight because he needed to neutralize a miniature nuclear bomb he nabbed off some guy he neglected to tell me was trying to kill him
Steve:
Steve: Wanda y'know what do whatever you want
Wanda: Really?
Steve: Yes just keep being normal. At least I can read about our issues in a parenting book
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Thor: Ah, new warriors I see! Good to make all your acquaintance. But why are you so grumpy my friend?
Bucky: *glaring*
Peter: He's always like that. It's um, P- P- PMS? Wait -
Natasha: Yes it's PMS
Wanda: He's got it bad
Steve: *genuinely concerned* Bucky you didn't tell me something was wrong. What can I do to help?
Bucky:
Bucky: I like chocolate
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Wanda: Welcome to the first annual girls night! This place reeks of men, so I thought we needed some women time
Pepper: Why is Vision here?
Wanda: I get sad when he's gone
Natasha: Why is Pietro here?
Pietro: Slay queens
Wanda: Moral support I think
Maria: Why is Peter here?
Wanda: He looked really upset when I said he wasn't included and I felt bad
Wanda: Anyways... yay girls! Who wants me to paint their nails?
Peter: ME ME ME
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Steve: Pancakes or waffles?
Natasha: Pancakes
Steve: Good because I don't have a waffle maker
Natasha: Then why would you ask-
Steve: It's important for your voice to be heard, as team leader I value your opinion
*2 minutes later*
Steve: Good morning Clint, pancakes or waffles?
Clint: Waffles
Steve: Oh no.
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Some of these were based on requests (ex. more Sam & Bucky, dad Steve w/ Wanda) so if you have certain dynamics you enjoy let me know !
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360-Degree Vision.
Yan Silas x F Reader.
Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, non-con, oral (male receiving), forced infantilization, Silas calls himself Mommy because he's a weirdo, and "force feeding".
Word Count: 700.
OC and art pictured above belongs to amazingly talented @meo-eiru!! i really love her art, so be sure to check her out!! <333
*~*~*~*
Silas only allows autumn leaves and snow to fall where your feet donât touch but your eyes can still see.
Itâs an odd sort of shape, the barrier he has around his tree. It reminds him of those little sketches you do he puts by his bedside table. He read from a book that human mothers do that whenever their children give them drawings, though you never gave yours to him per se. More likely than not you were waiting for a more special occasion, but he found them in your toy box whilst he was tidying up from another long day of taking care of you.Â
What a unique art style you have â he read in the same book that human childrenâs little doodles can be nearly unrecognizable from what they are supposed to be most of the time, so he doesnât question how the circles you drew kept going around and around and leading to nowhere.
A snailâs shell, perhaps?Â
The spirals seemed too large and too filledâŚÂ
Heâll give you points for creativity.Â
Positive reinforcement was key with these kinds of things, or so heâs been told â if you ever ask for a pet snail, heâll get one for you in little to no time at all.
*~*~*~*
âBaby,â Silasâ smile is smaller because of the concern he has for you right now. âYou have to finish your dinner. Itâs good for you. When you finish we can go see little mushrooms and squirrels, okay? Only for a little bit though,â His right hand is still above your head, squishing you down when your body seems to want to get up too soon. âMommy doesnât want you to get sick againâŚâ
Despite Silas sitting down, he was still more than half your height â your knees sink further into the mattress both of you are on.
They are shivering so much but he doesnât notice.
No, itâs not that he doesnât care â heâs too busy flaunting his length and chest to you to pay attention to how you actually feel, wanting you to pick your poison once again; seeing this as necessary to your development.
Last time for yesterdayâs meals you chose his cock â the day before that you chose his breasts.
The more you suck from him, the more youâre given treats after. Something resembling those colorful markers you used to get at the local dollar store, containers of blueberry yogurt you hope came from his villageâs cows or some similar type of animal, a new dress he had sewn himself or had customized and bought from a nearby elf tailor.
âIâll even bring some paper and those pencils you like drawing with, hm?â Silas continues as he scoots closer to you â he holds your hair so gently now, but whenever he cries tears of pure happiness the grip will tighten quickly. âMaybe you can see a snail up close for those little spirals you like doing.â
âŚ
No matter how much you rebel and kick and scream, the elf wouldnât move back from you â if anything it gives him more of a reason to come closer, so you can have more of his âloveâ. After only a little bit of time, you learned how to let the frustration out in a way that didnât have Silas doting over you so suffocatingly â drawing spirals. You were told once by a friend they can be therapeutic in times of stress. You most likely will never see her again but you would want to hug her because it works.Â
You hid them amongst the dolls and building blocks you were given in times you were alone â staring at them made you feel less lonely, made you feel like you had more of a choice in how you spent your waking hours.
You didnât expect Silas to find them. He never checks your toy box because you tidy it up so often.
You donât know how to explain your drawings in a way Silas will understand. Not that he understands a lot of things that come out of your mouth.
You just nod. Maybe drawing a snailâs body below those spirals can help you too.
âGood girl! Listening so well!â His smile widens and you can see his eyes getting watery already.
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note: happy december i hope ur all doing well <3 a little something to hold u over until next friday when i start 12 days of reidrumas ok love u
summary: in which you and JJ are the ones held hostage in truth or dare
cw: spoilers for 14x15 truth or dare, hurt/comfort, angst, fem!reader, a heated makeout, reader wears a dress and heels, take a shot everytime reader tears up
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Youâre not really sure where it went wrong.
When you joined JJ to pursue Casey, it was out of convenience. You both were simply closer to his last location. No one couldâve predicted heâd take you both hostage or make you play a twisted game of truth or dare at gunpoint.
No one could have predicted that Casey would force you and JJ to reveal details that hadnât seen the light of day. He didnât even care for those secrets, egging you both on to reveal something that would satisfy his masochistic itch. When he realizes that neither of you would break, he ups the ante by angling the gun to the middle of your head. JJ panics and speaks before she can even process what she said.
Because as youâre staring down the barrel of the gun clocked at your forehead, you realize the bullet isnât inside the cylinder, itâs in JJâs next words.
Iâve always loved Spencer.
You look at her mouth agape, blood draining from your face and tears springing to your eyes. She returns your gaze with one full of remorse and pity. To any onlooker, it would seem like a harmless confession. But they didnât know the times you confided in JJ about your feelings for Spencer, the late nights at the office sheâd stay with you giving advice and words of wisdom, when all JJ wanted was for her friend to be happy.
But now, how much of that can you believe to be true?
Casey seems to be satisfied with your reaction as he lowers his gun, with you reacting quickly grabbing your hidden second pistol and gunning him down. The only audible noise left is the heavy breathing of you both, the adrenaline rush starting to fade. JJ says your name remorsefully, but sheâs interrupted by the rest of the team and police arriving to the scene.
The next thing you remember is sitting outside on the back of an ambulance rig, blankly staring out at your new reality. JJ loves Spencer.
You couldnât compete, how could you? She was JJ. and you were, you. You had lost before you even began, you might as well toss the towel now.
It makes hugging Spence for what could be the last timeânot to be dramaticâbittersweet. To know that this is an insignificantly normal moment he wonât remember, but one that youâll play on repeat for the rest of your life.
Spencer holds you close into his chest with his arm smoothing out your back, âThank god youâre okay, are you hurt?â
You scoff internally. Yes, but not in a way that can be fixed. In a way that you are not privy to yet, but once you are it will rip us to shreds.
âIâm fine, just a few scratches.â
He nods while examining you with his own mental checklist, âOkay, if your head starts hurting or your vision gets blurry you need to tell the EMT.â you nod as he adds on, âIâm gonna go check on JJ, youâll be okay?â
No, no I wonât. There is no reality that exists where I can be okay anymore.
âIâm good. Go.â
He squeezes your shoulders and with another nod he walks over to where JJ rests on another ambulance rig, her arms instantly opening to welcome Spencerâs warm embrace. His back is facing you and JJâs face rests over his shoulder, her eyes meeting yours in a look of sadness, grief. You look away before you can read more into it.
Wrapping the foil blanket around you tighter you let your head fall back and stare at the night sky, hoping there was a message out in the stars that would tell you what to do.
Your relationship with Spencer was, on the surface, nothing more than a friendship. He had joined the BAU only a year prior to you and when you came along it was clear from the first second that you two would be inseparable. Small talks in the bullpen quickly turned into mornings spent at the coffee shop, into weekly movie nights debating the superior science fiction franchise, to holding his hand when he needed a friend.
To Spencer, you were his anchor. Through all the trials and tribulations his life had dealt him, he knew he didnât need to worry so much as long as you were around.
To you, Spencer was all consuming. He was threaded through every neuron and vessel in your body, intricately and impossibly tethered to you that it would take the work of the divine to painfully separate him from you.
Or, one Jennifer Jaraeu.
You donât even realize tears are falling down your face until the EMT taps your shoulder and asks if anything has started to hurt again. Quickly shaking your head, you unravel yourself from the foil blanket and hand it back to her. You spare one last glance back at Spencer and JJ, eyes immediately zeroing on their joined hands, his thumb gently brushing the top of hers.
Your feet trudge you back to where the team is set up, one look to Emily and sheâs already excusing herself from her conversation. She walks over to you phone up to her ear, saying something about you. Youâre not really sure, itâs all water noise.
âAnderson will be here in about five minutes to take you home,â
You nod silently, not willing to make eye contact. Emily could sense your turmoil from a mile away, chalk it up to the Pisces moon in her but behind the hard exterior she put up there lay Emily, your empathetic friend who just wanted to hug your shattered pieces back together.
âYouâll be okay?â The second time youâve been asked, your answer is still unchanged.
No. âYeah.â
She sighs knowingly. The reason the two of you were such close friends was because of your similar ability to remain emotionally bottled up until it was too late, resulting in an outburst enough to take out armies and yourselves.
Anderson honks the car as he pulls up, alerting you of his arrival. Emily looks from the car back to you, âI should go check on JJ.â
âWoman of the hour, it seems.â you chuckle under your breath.
Emily gives you that look, the conflicted âIâm sorry our friend made you feel this way, I still have to check on her.â look.
You brush her off, your casualness hopefully sending the message that the situation isnât that deep. For her, you think.
The sound of the car unlocking rings through your ear as you hop in the passenger seat. Anderson tries to make small talk with you to no success, settling for the late night 00s radio station as he pulls up to your house, driving off as you bid him goodnight with a wave.
The breeze of your empty apartment greets you as you open the door, the air chillier than youâd expect for the season. You tug your shoes off harshly, placing your keys on the mail table next to the door. Your heart drops as you catch sight of a floral embossed card lying on top of your mail on the table.
Rossiâs wedding.
The one you were told to absolutely prioritize, the one in which JJ had helped you find a dress for, the one where you hoped youâd feel brave enough to tell Spencer how you truly felt.
You sigh deeply knowing you still had to show up and look presentable tomorrow despite being held hostage only 24 hours prior. But, maybe this is how you make a clean break. All this time youâve been in love with Spencer and nothing has happened, despite all the signs you think youâre giving him. Maybe this is the opportunity to save Spencer from further tension, albeit unknown to him at this point, and let him finally be happy.
You knew about the Redskins game, how excited he was to go with JJ and yet it turned into something he hadnât anticipated. You were new to the BAU at the time but your heart still ached for him, unable to understand how anyone would pass up on someone so special like Spencer Reid. It seems sheâs finally come to her senses.
You take your dead phone out of your pocket to place it on the charger and you head into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The hot water loosens your tense muscles enough to prick tears in the back of your eyes, and you turn off the water before you can get too worked up. Once youâve dried off you check on your phone on the bedside table seeing itâs turned back on, a flurry of missed texts and calls showing up.
11:14PM - Emily: Get home safe?
You heart the message and reply with a simple âYes.â, scrolling to the next messages.
10:09PM - JJ:Â Did you get home? 10:10PM - Missed Call from JJ 10:15PM - (2) Missed Calls from JJ 10:24PM - JJ:Â Iâm sorry, please let me explain. 10:25PM - Missed Call from JJ
You consider leaving her on read, not willing to entertain a conversation at this point, but you settle for an âItâs fine.â for the sake of having communicated your safety.
10:13PM - Spence: Hey, where are you? 10:20PM - Spence: The EMT said you took off? Did you leave? 11:34PM - Spence: Emily just told me Anderson drove you back. You couldâve told me, I would have taken you home.
Your chuckle sadly at the text, Spencer hated driving but he would do it for you. It almost makes you think that your relationship could withstand the harsh weathering itâs been subjected to.
12:07AM - You: Sorry, phone died. Iâm home now.
A response dings through a minute later.
12:08AM - Spence: Iâll go to the store tomorrow and get you a portable charger to keep in your bag. You should get some rest, Iâll see you tomorrow for the wedding right? Well, the wedding thatâs today seeing as itâs past midnight. You know what I mean.
A single tear falls down your face at his rambling words. Oh, how youâd miss this once he learns whatâs really happened.
12:10AM - You: Iâll be there. See you tomorrow, or today? You know what I mean. Good night.
12:11AM - Spence: Good night :)
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You smooth out your dress before going up the steps, making eyes with Penelope at the top. Youâre wearing a silk chiffon dress in purple, deliberately picked for Spencerâs favorite color, some strappy heels and some dainty jewelry painting you in as the picture of elegance.
âHey hot stuff, look at you!â Penelope exclaims squeezing you tightly, âYou look sooo pretty, doesnât she look so pretty?â she gestures to the two men behind her you now acknowledge to be Luke and Spencer.
âLike a dream.â Luke agrees.
âYeah,â Spencer clears his throat, âYou lookâŚbeautiful.â
Penelope the Oracle of All Time quickly senses theÂ
atmosphere created and grabs Lukeâs forearm, âCome on, you owe me that dance now!â She looks back and slyly gives you a thumbs up before dragging Luke further onto the dance floor.
Spencer slips into the vacated space to be right next to you, âHow are you feeling?â
You know heâs asking about how you were held hostage at gunpoint, and not about how heâs about to become the loss of your life.
â âM fine,â you swirl your champagne glass, âYou?â
âBetter now.â
A ghost of a smile creeps up on you, but you donât let it travel further than that. Heâs just being nice.
âWell, Iâm just going to find the bathroom really quick.â
He holds a hand out for your glass, âHere, Iâll hold it.â
Your smile returns with bearings this time as you wander off in search of the bathroom. Youâd feel embarrassed by how long it took you to find it but this place was massive, the Rossi money ran deep. Retracing your steps back to the main room you find Spencer and your glass not in the same place he was when you left. You scan the room looking for him and finally find him deep in conversation withâoh.
Theyâre too far for you to be able to hear them, but you can imagine that itâs the conversation. You watch JJ squeeze his forearm with affection and suddenly you canât take it anymore. You couldnât stand there and watch yourself become collateral in real time. Spencer turns at the sound of rustling up the spiral staircase followed by a door closing, catching the last glimpse of purple before it vanishes.
Spencer feels sick. Heâs overwhelmed and overstimulated at the new information heâs learned about what really happened in the gas station. Then he comes to the realization of how walking in on him and JJ talking must have made you feel. His feet are carrying him up the stairs before he even realizes heâs made the choice.Â
He finds you at the end of the hallway and calls out your name with a firmness youâd never heard from him. But youâve cut all the strings of sanity by now, and you whip around and snap, âWhat?â
He doesnât like that tone. âJJ told me what happened.â
You snort and donât meet his eyes, âOh, did she?â
His brows furrow, âYes, she did.â
âAnd?â
âAnd what?â
And what? Is he serious? Did you have to spell it out for him? It borderlines sadist the way heâs putting you through the ringer.
âWhat happens now, Spencer?â you exasperate, âIs this the part where you tell me we canât be friends anymore because she finally confessed?â
Confusion colors his face more, âWhy wouldnât we be friends?â
A halfway screamâgroan leaves your throat in frustration. âSpencer, come on.â
âHoney, I donât understandââ
âThat! See, you canât just say things like that knowing what has to happen, and expect me to react like a normal person.â you exclaim with hands flailing.
âIâm really confusedââ
âBecause Iâm in love with you!â you cry, âNow do you see why?â
Time all but stills in the hallway youâve found yourselves in. You donât know how long youâve been up here. Itâs a little farther down from the stairways so thereâs no threat of evesdroppers, but with how worked up youâre getting the proximity renders itself useless. The faint muffle of animated conversations and lively jazz music fills the silence between you and Spencer, who looks likeâŚwell, actually for once you canât decipher what heâs feeling.Â
He looks like heâs about to open his mouth when you both turn your head to the ascending footstepsâJJ looking for you, or Spencer probably, to come cut the cake. Spencer darts his eyes between the walls, a nervous tic youâd caught on to, before you realize heâs looking for a door and pulling you inside one. You yelp at the unexpected force and quickly quiet down again. The light switches on and based on the furniture you conclude that itâs a powder room, because of course Rossiâs venue has a powder room.
Itâs a tiny room, big enough for a vanity table and a chaise lounge. Small enough to not have any room to leave without going past him. You stand an armâs length away from him, the faint muffles of talk and music replaced by your sniffling. You shouldnât have come, you start to realize. Having to say goodbye to him in person might actually rip you apart. Your chest weighs heavy with that familiar sad irony of mourning someone who hasnât even told you theyâre leaving yet. Preemptive measures that turned into routine practice.Â
You sniffle, âLook, it doesnât matter anymore, not that it ever did. Iâm sorry I just sprung it on you like that, that was unfair. JJâŚI thought JJ was my friend, I guess she is still but Iâm not too sure now. ButâŚsheâs JJ and Iâm just me and I know both of your pasts with each other so obviously it would be her. Iâm making this too big a deal, I think. I just want you to be happy, in whatever capacity that looks like and I know itâs not with me soââ
Spencer stops your rambling by silently reaching out for your arm to pull you right in front of him, his hands reach to cup your face up to his, thumbs naturally swiping away the tears. He says your name like a coo, with a softness and delicacy you donât feel you deserve right now. It hurts your heart entirely.
âPlease donât make this harder than it is.â you whisper through soft sobs.
You donât know when it happens. Maybe in between scrunching your eyes or staring at your feetâbut it happens. A cold pressure, then warmth, his lips are warm when he kisses you. A little surprising that he still tastes like Penelopeâs sugary mocktail from earlier. A welcome pressure on your face as he holds you in place, as if youâd slip away further if he let go.
He stills in place, thinking heâs overstepped, until you finally remember that his lips are on your lips. You return the force back with as much as he gave you and let your arms loop around his neck, his own sliding from your face to take purchase on your hips.
Thatâs when Spencer starts kissing you. His hands grip your hips and tug you even closer as he deepens the kiss, plunging deeper back into the plush of your thighs to sit you on top of the vanity table. He slots himself between your legs, your hands wandering up to tug at the hairs on the nape of his neck. A soft groan leaves his throat and he detaches from your lips to amble down your neck, leaving a trail of lovebites in its wake.
This is wrong, like so wrong. Youâre practically opening a salt box and pouring its entire contents on your wounds. But dammit, if this is the only time youâll ever get to kiss Spencer, youâre sure as hell going to make the most out of the fleeting moment.
He mumbles something in between kisses to your neck, you instinctively ask him to say it again not expecting a response, and you immediately regret it as you feel his presence get lighter as he pulls away.
One more kiss to the spot behind your ear, he feels you preening below him and makes note of thisâamongst everything elseâfor later, he pulls back to meet your eyes again.
âI love you.â
Your face drops, âThatâs not funny.â
âIâm not being funny.â
Yes he is, he has to be. Because the universe in which Spencer Reid allows a piece ofâthe whole of it according to him, unbeknownst to youâhis heart to be fully yours is not this one. Youâve never had luck like that.
âThen youâre lying to me, and thatâs worse.â your voice cracks, Spencer feels the same crack imprinted on his heart.
âSweetheart, Iâm not lying. I love you.â He says it again to your surprise, the tenderness of his touch returning as he deliberates how to disarm you. The defensiveness you have isnât surprising to him, itâs the note of insecurity in your tone he isnât ready for, like you are unable to even believe it could be you.Â
Youâre a dandelion, he thinks, the puffballs teetering attachment to their base with one wrong move sending them astray into the wind. Heâs wading treacherous weather but he finds that for you heâd do anything and everything eyes closed if he had to.
ââŚReally?â you ask meekly. He nods slowly, never breaking his gaze on you. âButâŚJJ.â
His eyes soften and he nods in understanding, âThere was a point in my life where, yes that was all I was waiting to hear,â he starts, âBut, I am no longer at that point in my life anymore. Iâm here now. She knows that.â
Youâre unconvinced, Spencer can see it clear as day. Maybe itâs more apprehensive than unconvinced, but no one could blame you. How are you to believe anything when you went through what you did in the last 24 hours? You look defeated if anything, like youâd accepted your fate of always coming second place.
Spencer racks his brain hard trying to think of a way to show you that the podium doesnât even exist, itâs only ever been you.
He pulls out his wallet and rifles through the many things inside, finding what heâs looking for before handing it to you. You look up at him in confusion when you make it out to be a movie ticket stub from the Korean film festival youâd both attended a little after you started at the BAU, the first time the two of you ever spent time together. The edges are soft and smoothed out as a result of time, like itâs been held and comforted for many days.
âThereâs more in my apartment.â
âMovie ticket stubs?â you ask bemused.
âCommemorations of you,â his fingers brush the span of your arm up and down soothingly, âI probably have something for every time weâve ever hung out. If it reminds me of you, I have it.â
Tears well up in your eyes for the umpteenth time, a few spilling over rapidly.
âHey no, youâre not supposed to cry at that.â he whispers softly between you, his thumb taking the rightful and familiar place under your eye to catch the tears.
You shake your head, âI donât think Iâve ever been loved like this.â
His heart tightens, âNo? Well, I think you have to get used to it now.â
âNo choice?â you pout.
He catches the timbre of humor in your voice and smiles widely. He hugs you tightly, pressing your head into his chest, âI guess you donât have to. Just because youâre not used to it doesnât mean Iâll stop. If youâre like this now, wait till you see the box I have of our things.â
You sniffle again, your head reeling as your tears stain his shirt and the scent of him invades your being. Itâs overwhelming and all consuming, just how you know Spencer to be. He doesnât expect you to believe him right away, youâve been through so much that it would be unfair to ask that of you. You donât know what tomorrow holds, or even the rest of this night, but one thing you have learned is that to Spencer you are known, and therefore you are loved.
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OFF LIMITS â rafe cameron ÂĄ (01)
social media & irl AU !
pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch warnings none !
NAVIGATION. series masterlist | 01 ÂĄ 02
âWake up, weâre here.â Ryan nudged your side, observing as your parents unloaded the trunk, arguing over the amount of luggage each one of you brought. âGet up, Bug, mom is gettinâ mad.âÂ
Ryan gave you a harsh push, disturbing your slumber as you jolted up from your seat. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes, eyeing your surroundings with haze, a mere attempt to make sense of the new setting that encircled the Airbnb your parents ranted.Â
It was a beautiful view, the sight of the beach not too far away, ocean breeze heading in your direction. Ryanâs figure instantly filled your vision, earning a low grumble out of you. You tucked your hair out of your face, stretching out your arms over your head.
âYou slept through the whole ride.â Your brother scoffed, gathering the crumbled candy wrappers from the cup holder. âHelp mom! Sheâs really mad, whyâd you bring so many luggages?âÂ
âDonât piss me off,â you mumbled, kicking his knee, the gesture causing the latter to stumble back. âMove.âÂ
You shuffled out of your seat, hopping out of the car. The place was surprisingly bigâ not for a family of four, thatâs for sure. An unfamiliar car was parked in the driveway, the sight earning a puzzled expression out of you.Â
âIs someone else here?â You questioned, attention shifting to Ryan, who was busy tidying your side of the vehicle. âWhoâs that car for?âÂ
âOh, you didnât know?â Ryan shot back, furrowing his eyebrows with confusion. âWhat, you thought weâd be here on our own?âÂ
âWasnât that what we had in plans?â You mumbled, strolling towards the creaked door. You peaked your head inside, an audible gasp escaping your throat when you spotted your parents chatting with a middle aged couple, whom you would assume were the guests staying with you. Their identities remain a mystery as they were faced away, unable to recognize them with only the back of their heads. You turned to face Ryan, whispering your next sentence. âThereâs people inside.âÂ
âYeah, no shit.â He rolled his eyes, shutting the door to the car. He approached you, squeezing by as he let himself inside. âYou think Iâm spending the next two months stuck with only you? Hell no.âÂ
âGod, we shouldâve let you rot on campus.â You groaned, following behind him. You remained as quiet as physically possible, not wanting to capture the eldersâ attention, aware of the conversation they planned on dragging you to.Â
While walking up the stairs, you winced, as the suitcase you carried collided into the wood on your way up, creating a thud. Your gaze shifted to where your parents stood, a sigh of relief escaping your throat when you noticed they were still accompanied by the couple to their side.Â
You carefully settled your suitcase down, dragging it along as you observed each room, deciding which one would suit you best. You came to a halt once one caught your eye, growing intrigued as you opened the door all the way through, revealing the layout of the furnitured space.Â
âPretty.â You whispered to yourself, tracing the designed light switch with your fingers.Â
âNot bad,â Ryan replied, his presence startling you. âGood choice, this room is actually mine.âÂ
âI was here first!â Your face twisted with annoyance, watching as your brother leaned against the wall, now facing you. âItâs my room, not yours.â
âOh, weâre going there?â He warned, cocking his head to the side. âIâll tell dad about the time you sneaked out every day for an entire month, and made me cover for you whenever you got in trouble.â
âThat was four years ago,â you reasoned, huffing at his ridiculous threat. âBesides, youâve done worse. Remember all the marijuana you hid in my room? Or did we forget about that?âÂ
âOkayâ that wasââ Ryan stammered, slumping his shoulders as he rolled his eyes. âIâll kill you if you tell anyone about that.â
âWhatever, get out of my room.â You shoved his arm, the contact earning a dramatic gasp out of him. âGo complain somewhere else, Iâm not giving you this room.â
âCâmon, Bug!â He whined, resisting the hands pressing to his back, forcing him out of the room. âThereâs better rooms, why do you want this one specifically?!â Â
âProbably for the same reason you do.â You exclaimed, sighing once you gave Ryan one last push, the action causing him to stumble out into the narrow hallway. âAnd stop calling me that, Iâll kill you if you refer to me as Bug in front of everybody.âÂ
âEveryone calls you Bug.â He clicked his teeth, fixing the collar of his shirt. âI forget that your name isnât Bug sometimes, you know, jusâ used to it.âÂ
âAre you trying to distract me right now? âCause itâs not working.â You forced a tight-lipped smile across your face, earning a groan out of Ryan. âBusy yourself with something else, I donât have time to pamper you.âÂ
ââKay, fuck you then.â He spat out, flipping you off as he walked away.Â
You shut the door with a chuckle, taunted by your brotherâs lash out. You placed your luggage on the bed, growing confused when you noticed the bed was slightly undone, indicating someone clearly had been there. You brushed it off, thinking it was Ryanâs doing, as you were too exhausted to further process it.Â
You searched through your suitcase, acquiring your everything-shower bag. You set it to the side, retrieving a clothing set, one suitable to be seen in, and comfortable enough to get you through the night.Â
Once you had everything you needed, you grabbed your belongings, freezing when footsteps echoed through your ears. You were painfully aware that this was not Ryan, as you wouldâve heard him come in with the click of the door.Â
You aimed for your bag, equipping yourself for the hit you planned to swing, now that you sensed your life being at risk. Nothing couldâve prepared you for what you had coming as you swiftly turned around, a ragged breath escaping your parted lips at the sight of a certain someone.Â
Mere inches away from you stood Rafe, the Rafe Cameron whom you have messaged a few hours from now. You couldnât believe your eyes, instantly brushing this off as a dream, because thereâs no way in hell he was there, half naked, with only a towel hanging low around his hips. A blank expression remained plastered across his face, not too astonished by your presence.
A nervous gulp dried your throat, gaze following the water drop trailing down his exposed chest, on full display, revealing his muscular figure. God, his arms, the photos werenât doing him justice, because besides his toned body, the man was gorgeous.Â
His eyes were a radiant shade of blue, nose slightly pointy, as well as his pink lips, that you wouldnât describe as big, but just the right size, as you wanted nothing but to lean forward and kiss him, ceasing the unnecessary distance between you.Â
You shook the thoughts off, clutching into stuff that you had in hand, instantly growing nervous by the latter as he took a step forward, now towering over you, making you feel small under under his gaze. You glanced up at him, shifting your vision back to his chest when you caught him already staring at you.Â
Rafe broke into a grin, amused by how flustered you were, nothing compared to how brave you were over text. He remained in front of you for a moment, awaiting a response out of you, a question perhaps.Â
âIâŚâ ah, there it was. âI didnât know you were in here.âÂ
âThatâs okay,â he reassured, voice dripping with sweetness, that the moment he spoke, you found yourself melting in the spot. âLook at me.âÂ
Your face flushed with heat at the statement, shifting your gaze back to his face, breath knocking out of your chest when his eyes locked with yours, creating a mess out of you. He leveled himself with your body, adjusting his position where he stood now that he caught your attention.Â
âItâs nice to finally meet you,â he hushed out, grogginess visible through his tone. âBug, was it?âÂ
Yeah, had you known Rafe Cameron was spending the next two months with you, you would not have shown up, aware of the consequences that came with your feelings.Â
How were you supposed to set a limit for yourself when heâs there, existing and looking so attractive while doing it?
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Hello! May I request an angsty toji fic where reader finds out she's pregnant (post megumi) and she knows toji doesn't want anymore children so she just kinda leaves with little to no explanation? Maybe just a small note saying things aren't working out. It's up to you if it will be a hurt/comfort. Idk you don't have to do this request I don't want to overload you! I seriously love your writing. The way you right the character just warms my heart. I especially love ur hiding an Injury fic it was SO SO SO GOOD. đŠśđ¤đ¤
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toji fushiguro x reader
Synopsis: see above
to sum it up: you think itâs better to run away than to be the one to get hurt
WC: 5,668
Warning(s): angst, suggestive themes, yelling, pregnancy, mentions of abortion
You stare down at the plastic tube clutched in your trembling hands in awe, eyes blown with shocked grief as you peer closer to get a better look, as though those two bright pink lines could have been a trick of your vision.
Unfortunately, however, your vision remains just as crystal clear as it always has been. As you stand in your cramped apartment bathroom, illuminated by a flickering fluorescent gaze shining down from above, horror befalls you.
Youâre pregnant.
You should have known sooner when you began feeling queasy every morning, taking trips to either your or Tojiâs toilet to hurl out the contents of whatever swam inside your stomach. You always tried to be silent if Toji was around, for he slept like a dog that could not be woken even if a meteor struck earth, and you had been remarkably exhausted. You arenât even sure if there is a word to describe how sluggish your entire mind and body had been feeling, but you wanted to rule out the very obvious answer to your problems before exploring it.
You begin to panic, your heart pounding in your ears and throat and every inch of your body you could feel the pulse, eyes blurry over the positive test. Youâre conflicted. You donât know how to feel. On the one hand, you would have been jumping for joy to learn that you are starting a new life with your boyfriend, to step into a new chapter of your lives and to provide his children with another sibling.
But hell, the celebration is far too naive and implausible to be had. The sage eyed man has told you time and time again that he does not wish to have anymore kids, that the ones he has are enough and he is not equipped financially or mentally to care for another brat. In honor of those wishes, youâre on the pill, and consequently, Toji has taken the opportunity to plow his load inside of you time after time after time.
And you really, truly should have known that with Tojiâs uniquely abled body, what was meant to serve as a barrier and a means of contraception did not work.
You feel like throwing up. What would Toji say? What would he do? What are you supposed to do? Should you tell him, fill him in on whatâs going on to risk rejection and abandonment, a nasty habit that Toji had to work to rid himself of when he met you? Would he even care? Would he listen?
You know Toji to be a very tough man, despite the softened interior he attempts to hide in othersâ company that is only displayed for you and for his kids. If he has always been adamant about one thing, itâs been to never have kids again, to focus on where he fucked up before and to pour his attention into the little family heâs grown, the one that he has now.
His voice echoes through your head like the gong of a church bell striking upon the earâs of a sinner.
âHell, I already got my hands full tryna get Megumi through his teenage years. What the hell is another child gonna do for us?â
âThat shitâs fuckinâ expensive. Not to mention, Iâd have to baby proof the house again. Thatâs another expense.â
âIf I was capable of givinâ you yâer own, I would, doll. But I ainât cut out for it. You know that.â
You donât even know why he would stress the matter so often. You suppose heâs caught the way your eyes linger on a mother tossing their giggling baby up and down into the air, innocent pools of joy beaming down at her each time it reaches the air and lands in her secure hold. Or maybe heâs seen the way you care so deeply for Tojiâs kids as though they are your own, despite telling you when you first got involved with each other that he did not expect you to step into their lives in anyway - and yet, you have done that and more. You know how the kids must struggle each day with the trauma of losing their mother so early on, and you never wanted them to think that you were trying to step in as her replacement, but you love them so clearly, as much as you love the man who created them.
Which leads you to your next concern. How would the kids react?
Itâs one thing for you, as their fatherâs girlfriend, to wander into their lives and help navigate them their teenage hood alongside the dark haired man, but to introduce an entire other child only leaves a sour taste in your mouth.
They may be crushed. They me turn to hate you, to despise how you have contaminated the life they have worked so hard to rebuild after numerous tragedies. And would Toji agree with them? Would he turn his nose up to you, that scowl of his melting over his harsh features as he shuns you just as he shunned every other woman who came after his wife and before you. Would he leave you? Would he kick you out of the world that has become your own because you failed to live up to your promise, though it technically isnât your fault that you are pregnant now but it feels as though it is?
You can not stand the thought, of the man you love turning his once loving gaze stone upon the sight of you, of him pushing you further away, permanently, in the same manner that he tried to when he realized that he was falling in love with you, of watching Megumi and Tsumiki turn their backs to you as though the past four years of your lives had never happened, banning you from their acceptance forever more.
Tears well in your gaze, interfering with your vision. This can not be happening, you think to yourself, everything has been going so well, and now this? This is going to ruin your relationship with Toji for good. Even if you were not in a committed relationship with him, you assume that the idea of any woman getting impregnated by Toji would have been thrown away. You would be thrown away, just like all the others who gave Toji their bodies but not their hearts.
Not the way you have.
Your heart clenches thinking of just how much you love Toji and the kids, of how you would be willing to lay down your own life for the sake of them as Toji swears that he would for you all in return. Even so, despite the commitment to you that a man who swore never to be committed to accustomed, this would be going too far.
âŚYouâre not even sure if he would love you anymore.
Now that youâre pregnant with his child, a child he never meant to have with you, you assume you will mean nothing to him any longer. In his eyes, you will simply become the slut that he took a chance on by a whim, carrying something he would never call his own. You believe the old Toji will resurface, the one who claimed not to care, the one who shoved women out of his bedroom before the sun rose in the sky, the one who often failed to remember to pick his kids up from school, the one who would no longer meet you at eye level but look down upon you, frown upon you for being so clumsy.
You know Toji is the one who did this, but this still feels like it is your doing. Like somehow, you trapped him and he now has no choice but to break free from the steel cage you have barred around him with your conception.
Your fingers clutch over the plastic, your eyes scrunching closed to release a fresh set of tears that cascade over your cheeks and onto the test. You can feel yourself mourning your relationship already, you can feel it slipping through your fingers, see it fading in the distance until it becomes nothing but a bittersweet memory that you can not determine as reality or a figment of your imagination any longer.
You tilt your head, bringing the test to your forehead as you think, grieve, cry. You mull over your options; you could hide this from Toji, get an abortion and never think of it again or you could tell Toji and lose him forever.
You open your bleary eyes, lashes decked with dewy tears, as another idea dawns upon you. You could leave, leave before Toji and the kids have a chance to leave you.
Itâs a cruel thought, you think, especially abandoning those children without any proper explanation for them, but what else are you meant to do? Youâd be doing them all a favor if anything by taking your leave without them having to be plagued by the knowledge of your unplanned pregnancy, of what they may view as a scheme to destroy their family in your new babyâs wake.
The thought kills you to even entertain. You had promised those kids that you werenât going anywhere, that youâd stay with them for as long as they allowed you⌠but this is different. This is not what any of you had in your cards, how you believed your futures to go. Toji wants simplicity at home while he works through chaos through his occupation. He wants security, warmth, safety for you, Megumi, Tsumiki, and no one else. He would never welcome another child. You believe heâd be caught dead before approving of your pregnancy.
And therefore, you know what you have to do.
After taking a few more tests to ensure that the readings are accurate, which they are, you pledge to walk away. You pledge to leave the only man youâve ever truly loved, the strongest family youâve known, and the slim possibility that despite Tojiâs wishes, he may accept you.
But you donât want to take that chance and risk the humiliation and unplanned heartbreak. Youâd much rather take matters into your own hands, and plan the shattering of your soul yourself.
You donât sleep all night, for youâre too busy drafting about twenty different letters to Toji. Crumpled loosleaf paper litters the floor beside your bed as you try to think of how to best write down everything you want to say. You go through pages and pages until you are finally satisfied with the result, and the next morning, you slip the envelope into his mail slot and prepare to pack your life away.
It is late Sunday morning when Toji rises from his slumber. The first thing he does is lean over the sheets and drape his arm toward his nightstand to read your daily good morning text - only he finds there isnât one. With pinched brows, he takes his phone to unlock it and visit your contact. Nothing.
The time reads 12:35 pm. Normally, youâre up and at it or even banging down his door by then to wake him. Maybe youâre just sleeping in?
He goes to give your cell a call, but nothing. Not only that, but your phone is also on do not disturb mode. His gut immediately swells with the suspicion that something is wrong. The dark haired assassin supposes heâs going to pay you a visit this afternoon as soon as he checks on the kids to ensure that they are alright.
His bedroom door opens with a creak, and he calls out to the teens gruffly through a yawn. When they donât respond, heâs truly growing concerned.
He rounds the corner to prepare to head for their rooms when he finds Tsumiki and Megumi at the dining table. His brows furrow, his pace slowing as he takes in their faces. Tsumikiâs lips are pressed together tightly and the muscles in her face are scrunched as though she is about to cry, while Megumi stares ahead with empty eyes and a hardened exterior.
Toji frowns with quirked brows, approaching his kids. âWhatâs wrong with you two?â
His brunette daughter looks up at him with glassy eyes and wrinkled chin, lashes fluttering while Megumi does not bother to look at his father. Instead, he brings Tojiâs attention to a torn envelope and a thick packet of papers pressed beneath the sixteen year oldâs palm. Wordlessly, Megumi slides it toward him, brows slanting.
Toji, perplexed, looks between the papers and his childrenâs troubled faces. What is this letter? Overdue taxes? An eviction notice? That canât be possible, because you had ensured that Toji and the kidsâ place was secure long ago.
He crunches the papers in his hands and picks them up to read. The first thing that catches his eye is your scribbling handwriting, and the following words that send his heart plummeting to his ass:
This isnât working out.
Toji whips his head up, baffled, and when he meets Megumiâs gaze again, his eyes are ablaze with resentment.
âWhat the hell did you do?â he growls.
The green eyed man is not even thinking before heâs dialing Shiuâs number, asking him to watch the kids for the next hour or so, and running out of the apartment after throwing rather unconvincing words of assurance over his shoulder to his kids, who are still with disbelief - Tsumiki with devastation and Megumi with rage, for surely his father pushed you away.
Toji does not bother finding a ride, electing to run to your place which is only a few blocks away. You two were just discussing moving in with one another, combining households, and this is what you spring onto him? Not even for him to stumble across first, but his kids who look up to you and love you like their own mother?
Oh, heâs fuming, a rush of emotions taking over his mind as it fuels his speed. The letter you wrote is still crunched in his fist, whipping through the air as he makes his way to you.
Dear Toji,
This is not working out.
But before you rampage and get angry with me, please let me explain. Let me explain how much I love you, how much those kids mean to me, and how every day I wake up I want to be greeted by all of your smiling faces. For the rest of time, forever. You are undoubtedly the only man for me, and I truly believe that. I know you may think Iâm bullshitting because of how the beginning of this letter contradicts what im saying now, but itâs true. I have never loved another person the way I love you, and while it scared me at first when you were so stubborn and full of anger that you misdirected onto me, I stayed and I waited and I helped you and Iâve loved you through every single moment, ever week, every month, and every year. You brought purpose back into my life, and I can picture you scoffing because youâd say the same, but I mean it. You, Tsumiki, and Megumi are the best things that have ever happened to me. I love you all so much.
But in this case, that love is not enough.
I hate to be doing this to you, to the kids, but I have no other choice. Things arenât going the way they used to, and itâs not your fault but mine. Iâm the reason. And it is tearing me apart to know that and simultaneously know what I have to do in order to keep you and the kids happy. Stable. I wish I could explain to you more why I am doing this, but I canât. Not just because I am dying to picture you reading this, but because I truly can not say. I do not want to ruin you guysâ image of me. While I think thatâs a selfish thing to say because who knows how me leaving is going to hurt you all, you would not understand even if you knew the reason behind this.
By the time you are done reading this, I will be gone. Iâm going away because as long as I am not with you all, I canât stay here anymore. I am staying with my mother while I get my travel plans arranged, because I know how you worry when you do not know where I am or if im safe. I should be gone by Friday.
Please do not come see me. I have made my decision, and you will only be hurting us more by trying to stop me. I wonât be stopped.
Kiss and hug and apologize to Megumi and Tsumiki for me. I hope you find someone who fills the role of their mother, someone who knows how Megumi likes to do his homework in the silence of his room with no music or anything, completely isolated so he can focus. Someone who knows how to fix Tsumikiâs eggs properly - to add extra butter to the sides when you fry them so the edges get crispier. Someone who wonât try to feed Gumiâa demidogs because he hates when people assume they can coddle up to them upon first introduction. Someone who cares for the wholly the way I do and always will.
And you. I know how stubborn you are. I know how angry you probably are at me right now, and I will miss that about you, but please do not let that interfere with the possibility of falling in love again. Beneath the layers of grit, standoffishness, and indifference, you are a man with a big heart. For me. For your kids. For those you love and seek to protect.
You say you arenât a good man, and while that may be true to you, you are an amazing partner and youâve already become an amazing parent. Iâve seen you grow, and I am so in love with you and so proud of you. I know youâll be okay without me. It maybe take some time, but youâll adjust to whatâs best. I promise.
With all the love that could possibly be harbored in this world, you are everything to me and that is why I have to go. I wish you every happiness this planet can offer you, and I know that without me, you can begin to find joy again.
Love,
Your doll
You had believed to time this perfectly, for you know that Toji usually does not wake until one, so soon as you are finishing up packing, you are trudging down the stairs to the leasing office to inform them that you will be moving.
You push open the door to the first floor, the breeze hitting you gently, and you round the corner only to be blocked by the last person you wanted to run into during this time.
Your eyes widen as you look up, the burly figure you have grown oh so familiar with over the years heaving as though enraged, ivy eyes crowding over slim pupils as Toji glares down at you, an image of indescribable fury.
Your heart drops and your words die in your throat. âT-Toji?â you whisper, horrified of an outburst. You are rattled by fear, having been so unprepared to walk into this. You did not put it past him to chase you down. But you figured that youâd be at your parents by the time he woke. Then, you could have at least told them to tell him off at the door.
But no. Instead, here he is, six feet and then some of bulking mass as he takes quick, deep breaths that expand the entirety of his chest.
You shift. âWhat are you doing here-â
âWhat the fuck is this?â
Toji swiftly, yet aggressively, lifts the papers in his hands, now damaged by his travels and his grip, shaking it firmly with the question. You gulp, lowering your eyes.
âToji, I told you not to comeâŚâ
âDonât you fucking dare,â he swears firmly, and you jump, looking to see if anyone is around to hear you, as the two of you are standing outside your complex.
âWe shouldnât be- letâs just go inside,â you go to grab his arm, but he tears it away. He stares at you as though you have burned him, singed the heart in his chest from the inside out, and he is so unforgiving. So unforgiving before he hears directly from your mouth what this is about.
âIâm not doinâ shit until you tell me what the fuck this is, (Y/n),â he demands, his hand moving the papers about passionately with his speech, and you feel your heart hammering again. This is not how things were supposed to go. You are not supposed to be seeing him right now. âCause I refuse- I fuckinâ refuse to believe that youâre breaking up with me.â
Your eyes gloss over as you look down at your feet, unsure of what to do or how to handle this confrontation. You canât do this. You canât, itâs too much. Itâs too hard.
ââŚI am,â you mumble.
Toji steps forward, leaning down to get a peek of your face, his expression so angry that it worries you. âWhat?â
âI said⌠I am.â
âUh uh, you better say that shit with your chest if you can write a whole damn letter about it,â he growls, fucking further as you continue to turn away. âLook at me,â he barks, and you cringe.
âToji, donât yell at me!â you shout back.
âWhat else doâya want me to do, huh?â he throws his hands up. âHow else do you expect me to react to this bullshit?! Youâre leavinâ me? After everythinâ we been through, after everythinâ you and the kidsâve been through, youâre leavin? Are you fuckinâ serious?â
He takes a swift glance at the papers, the very sight sending him into a spiral, before heâs heatedly looking back down at you.
âI donât buy this shit for one second. No. Youâre not leavinâ. Not in this world, or the next.â
âI am, Toji, the quicker you accept that, the easier itâll be for everyone!â
âEasy?â he winces as though the prospect pains him. âYou call this shit easy? You call up and tryinâ to abandon me easy? You call the kids waking up to your letter and reading it at the table before I saw it easy?â
Your face falls. ââŚwhat?â
âYeah. You fuckinâ heard me,â he sneers. âMegumi and Tsumiki read this shit first. First thing in the morning, they see a letter about how the woman they love is leavinâ âem, just like their mom did, and for what?â
You close your eyes, his words stinging you as they cut through. âDonât say that.â
âWhy not? Itâs true, ainât it? Yâer leavinâ us, (Y/n), and you didnât even have the decency to say why!â
Guilt crowds you, like a blanket of darkness consuming you from overhead, and as Toji stands before you completely torn apart by your letter, you see the fear in his eyes, the sadness, the unspoken plea for you not to go.
You try your best to keep your composure as you turn away again. âI told you, I canât tell you.â
âFuck that,â he lifts the letter and tosses it to the ground with a thud. You gasp, watching it slam to the concrete pavement.
âToji!â you exclaim.
âYou think you can just leave without me cominâ to hunt you down and see your face so I can figure out what the hell is goinâ on? You must not know me at all.â
âWhy do you always have to be so aggressive about everything?!â
âOf all fuckinâ things, (Y/n), I think I got a right to be aggressive about this. You were gonna leave without sayinâ goodbye!â he tosses his arm out to the side with the exclamation, brows twisting and teeth bearing. âIs that what our relationship means tâya? You think you can just toss us aside?â
âThatâs not what Iâm doing,â you beg, a lump forming in your throat as the two of you stand face to face, arguing without a car about who will see you.
âThen tell me,â he shouts. âCause youâre not givinâ me shit to go off of!â
âI told you already, I canât,â your lips quiver.
âThen our relationship is nothing to you.â
âNo, Toji.â
âClearly it ainât, cause Iâd think itâd be worth an explanation if youâre runninâ away!â you frown and shake your head, turning to walk back into the complex when Toji cuts you off, moving in your way. âYou donât think I know you? You donât think I see it all over your face that somethinâs got you scared, and yâre takinâ off because of it? You think I donât know what that looks like, (Y/n)? I did that shit. I did it all the damn time before I met you, and hell, I tried to run then but you wouldnât let me, so what the hell makes you think Iâm gonna let you now?â
âThis is different,â you say shortly, afraid to reveal the tremble of your voice to the man before you. You keep your gaze down as you try to go around him again, but to no avail. He steps in your path. âStop!â
âI ainât stoppinâ,â he says gravely, keeping his eyes to yours though you try to avoid contact with them. âNot until you spit it out. Iâll be damned if I got another broken home cause yâre fuckinâ scared.â
âI said stop!â you try to find some bass in your voice, but against your will, it falters when you yell. Toji eyes you carefully, reaching his hand out to grip your shoulder and steady you into place.
You scoff, attempting to pull away, but itâs no use. The dark haired man is everywhere, keeping you from walking away.
âYou talk to me like the grown ass woman you are,â he tells you sternly, stepping in. âYou use that voice I know you have, and donât you ever let me catch you writinâ a letter to me about how you wanna break up instead of cominâ to talk to me. Yâunderstand?â
You exhale shakily, lips pressing together and brows curling. âI canât.â
âYâre still not tellinâ me why you think that.â
âBecause I canât, Toji. I canât tell you. Itâll- itâll fuck up everything!â you break, and Toji feels the pit in his stomach shift as he looks over your aggrieved expression, depicting the same exact things he feels.
â(Y/n),â he calls your name firmly, the sound of it on his tongue only inspiring the urge to cry more. You continue to shake your head though Toji isnât exactly speaking, and his green eyes wander you with frustrated concern. âYâscared of what Iâll do if you tell me?â
You freeze, slowly peeling your eyes to look at his, his face tense with grief. You stare at him for a moment, mouth gaping like a fish as all of your insecurities that talked you toward this ledge run through your mind once more.
âDonât look surprised,â he says. âI know you like the back of my hand, and I know that you knew Iâd be over here to stop ya.â
Your frown deepens, and this time as you look at him, you see every second of your future that you were quick to stomp dow. You see the unbridled, unfiltered love he holds for you as well as the blood curdling fear of letting you go.
âYou have to understand,â you whimper. âI know how youâll react, I- I canât do this to you. You have to let me go.â
âWhat the hell could be so horrifyinâ in that head of yours to make you think that I wonât stick with ya through hell and high water?â he grits out, searching your swollen hues of (e/c) hesitation. âYouâd do the same for me.â
âI know, but-â
âThereâs nothinâ else to say. I ainât leavinâ until you spill, and when you do, yâre cominâ with me.â
You look at him, pained. Itâs a trap, you think. If Toji only knew, heâd be running for the hills instead of trying to track you down.
âOut with it, now.â
You canât. You canât tell him. Heâll leave you, heâll reject you, heâll turn you away, heâll never let you see the kids again.
â(Y/n)!â
âIâm pregnant!â
The earth seems to freeze and time seems to slow. You scrunch your eyes, anticipating the worst to come as Toji takes in your words, his tensed expression melting slowly.
You donât open your eyes to see his reaction. You keep your head ducked and your fists closed as the white noise of nature flutters into relevance. Youâre trembling, terrified, and Toji can not move but instead proceeds to stare at you, stunned.
His words about not wanting any more kids run through your mind again as you await his response, and the suspense kills you as you do. You can feel his grip on your shoulder slacken before tightening again, and you are terrified.
Heâs going to leave you.
You are quick to step away when the sentiment arises once more, Tojiâs hand falling from you arm. âIâm sorry,â you whisper, still unable to look at him. âIâm sorry, I know that you donât want any more kids. I know, an I thought we were being careful, but- I took five tests. Theyâre all positive.â
âYouâre pregnant?â he echoes, and you still. You knew it. You knew this would happen.
âI told you, Toji,â you exhale. âI told you that I couldnât tell you, and now everythingâs a mess.â
He twitches. âHold on-â
âDonât tell me all of a sudden you want kids,â you snap. âI know how strongly you feel about it.â
âSo instead of talkinâ to me, you were gonna leave? Knocked up? That doesnât make any sense.â
âWhat other choice do I have?!â you cry. âYou donât want more kids, and if I kept it, it would only be a nuisance to you. And Megumi and Tsumiki?â
He scrunches his face. âWhat about âem?â
âHow do you think theyâd feel if the woman youâre dating after their mother died surprised them with a new baby? Theyâd be crushed!â you say shakily as salty tears well in your eyes again. âI canât overstep your boundaries. I just canât. Itâs easier for me to go.â
âAnd do what, (Y/n)? Raise a kid on your own without any help?â
âI canât bare you leaving me!â you suddenly confess, tear striking past your cheek.
Toji examines you and frowns. âWhat are yâtalkinâ about? Youâre tryinâ to leave me!â
âSo I can prevent the inevitable from happening,â you huff. âIâm okay with it. Iâve made peace with everything. Thatâs why you need to just let me go-â
âAfter everythinâ, you think Iâd throw you away because youâre pregnant with my kid?â Toji says incredulously. You falter, for you had been so sure of his reaction before. âYou think that low of me?â
âNo, but I want you to have what you want.â
âWhat I want is you, you fuckinâ idiot,â he hisses. âAll I ever wanted was you, and I canât fuckinâ believe youâre tryinâ to take that away from me.â
You furrow your brows, confused. ââŚYouâre not mad?â
âGirl, Iâm livid,â he scowls. âNot about the damn kid, but because you assumed what I would say before cominâ to me.â
âToji, you have to understand that I was trying to look out for you.â
âThereâs not lookinâ out for me or those kids or makinâ them happy if youâre gone, (Y/n),â he bites. âWho thâfuck put that idea in your head?â
You stammer, tears proceeding to flow down your face as you reel in the reality of the situation. âI⌠I just thought-â
âI donât wanna hear it.â
Before you can respond, his hand is gripping your wrist and heâs tugging you toward him into his chest. You shake when you fall into him, listening to the pace of his heart rapidly beating against your ear as he breaths quickly against you. Large palms smooth over your head and down to your waist as he holds you tightly, and you notice how desperate his grip is. Heâs holding you like heâs afraid youâll disappear, as though youâll fly away if his hold is not tight enough.
He tucks his head into your neck, fingers grasping into your shirt, and suddenly the animosity of the moment prior is gone. Youâre still trembling, leading Toji to hold you tighter to him.
âCanât believe you tried to leave,â he murmurs into your hair. âChrist, (Y/n) youâre tryinâ to gimme a heart attack. The fuck is goinâ on with you.â
âIâm sorry,â you mumble into his chest, looking off sadly. âI thought youâd be upset about it. I didnât want you to know.â
âI should know about any and every single thing thatâs goinâ on with you, yâhear me? This ainât no exception.â
A weight flutters from your shoulders as you sink into Tojiâs head, silent tears streaming for the life you almost sacrificed. âWhat are we gonna do?â
âI dunno,â he mumbles. âBut weâll figure it out. As a team. Alright?â
You nod meekly. âOkay.â
He groans, pressing himself impossibly further to you. âThat letter⌠fuck, donât do that shit. Donât fuckinâ scare me like that. Without you, I ainât shit- pregnant or not. And those kids would adore another sibling if you were bringing it into this world. Donât say that shit about them again either. They need ya. We need ya.â
âIâm sorry,â you whine again, Tojiâs hand stroking over your back soothingly.
âItâs okay,â he grumbles. âWeâll figure it out.â
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Rising sign Observations~ how you first come off to others
Scorpio risings i noticed tend to be the most disliked out of all the rising signs off the jump so imma get into that one first. Scorpio risings have this âno time for bsâ look which can come off as very intimidating & bitchy to others. They almost have this X-ray vision when meeting new people, they can tell who you are by talking to you for 5 minutes or even just observing how you act & if they donât like it they will act accordingly. They donât have time for social graces if they arenât interested in you which can make people dislike them or view them as rude. They are just very real people tbh and if they catch a bad vibe they will not fake that they like you (which as a Capricorn rising I truly admire cuz Iâm the same way). But once you get close enough where they can trust you these people are such soft babies at heart frđ I met a lot that had bad social anxiety and donât be as strong and intense as they come off. These people are also like a vault you can vent to them about the deepest shit and you can trust no one will ever know. They also have these siren eyes that either scare the shit outta you or hypnotize you. People that love Scorpio risings are usually confident people who are true to themselves they are a repellent for phony vibes and energy. This is honestly one of my fav rising signs.
Libra rising on the flip side is a rising sign that doesnât mind others being fake towards them or being a lil fake towards others, this is a trick to their charm they try to be what others want them to be whether itâs them or not. (Unless there are heavy Aries or Scorpio placements) this mask however is the reason why they are super popular and people are so attracted to them. They truly love being admired by others to the point they will be a kiss ass for validation. These people grew up paying attention to what made others tick and what people preferred which is why they are so likeable. They are usually seen as conventionally attractive as well (thanks to Venusâs influence) which is a great bonus to their already charming personality. Even if they arenât conventionally attractive they are usually really aesthetically pleasing to look at whether it be how they wear their hair or makeup or fashion sense. They are big romantics and love flirting with attractive people & get a big ego boost from romantic attention (even if they arenât into the personđ). I donât really like this sign too much cuz I can see past the super nice bs most of the time but they are very engaging and usually hilarious so Iâll give them credit. They also really appreciate others who are good hearted as well (even though they end up attracting very assertive & harsh people lol). I respect how far these people go to make others feel comfortable and appreciated, their influence makes others believe there are still good people in the world. They are also not scared to stand up for any injustice they will go to war over whatâs right! I respect it.
Capricorn risings are like the ice queens of the rising signs. Their face either looks pissed off all the time or itâs completely nonchalant and emotionless. Most people off jump assume these people are boring as shit and donât think about anything other than work and ambitions which is very far from the truth. Deep down most are very sensitive and nurturing to those they trust but their inability to show vulnerability makes it hard to get any personality out of them. They are very selective with who they share their personality with you have to be a certain vibe. With some people they can come off as quiet and annoyed and with others they become extremely extroverted and funny. People honestly donât talk about how HILARIOUS these people can be once they get comfortable with you (Sagittarius in the 12th house: hidden comedian). They have the best dry humor Iâve ever met and their comedic timing is perfect but itâs unfortunate because they are usually so shy at first people donât even know they are. These were the kids that would say something hilarious under their breath in school and some loud asshole would hear it and copy what they said louder and the whole class dies laughing (this has happened to me smđ¤Śđ˝ââď¸). They usually struggle with self confidence and social anxiety at a young age which is why many described them as âawkward kidsâ. They have this weird Benjamin Button affect where in childhood they can be quiet and super mature but as they age they become super goofy and careless, this the same concept with their looks as well (couldâve looked older when young but as they got old they look younger). They usually age like fine wine too btw.
Gemini risings are usually super smart people but they can come off as so ditzy and childish that most people really donât know that they are that smart. Iâve seen people with this placement get straight As and have amazing credit scores but act like they are five personality wiseđ. These people are so bubbly and childlike that itâs almost refreshing to be around (especially for more unexpressive signs). These people have an amazing ability to save anyone from an awkward conversation. If youâve ever been in a group where no one knew what to say to eachother the minute a Gemini rising walks in itâs like âthank godddâ. These people are amazing conversationalists which can get them really far in life and help them become super popular! Itâs usually a breeze for these people to get jobs I notice too they are usually amazing in interviews, they can attract opportunities to them super easily by just speaking. The only issue is they have a hard time keeping the opportunities they get so easily not because they are irresponsible (which sometimes is the case) but mostly out of boredom. Boredom are these peopleâs Achilles heel. Once the excitement dies from something new the move on to the next best think. Itâs not uncommon to see these people change careers constantly or move every year, change their friend group and partners ect. They must learn stability is they really want to grow and mature and keep their eggs in one basket. They really crave this deep down inside (their taurus is in the 12th house: secretly wanting stability) but with such a restless nature it can be difficult. I also notice if afflicted these people can be SUPER obnoxious and can struggle with not talking, they sometimes can talk too much and gossip too much. Usually weâre always in trouble in school for âdisrupting the classâ or âtalking when the teacher is talkingâ as children. But overall these people are big kids at heart and are very charming.
Pisces risings are usually extremely soft spoken and almost come off as too pure for this world. They are usually super kind and find it hard to say anything bad about anyone. Normally very quiet and can look like they are always in a daze. These people look like they are in la la land more than any Pisces placement imo. But donât be fooled just because they seem super nice doesnât mean all of them are. This placement is probably the hardest to tell if they are bad people because of how pure they come off they can manipulate anyone. They can be big soft spoken manipulators and people wonât even think twice that theyâre being used with is truly impressive & a lil terrifying if you ask me. Many people believe they can do no wrong so they get away with a lot of shit. They usually prefer to be in their own little worlds than be in reality which can make them very creative but also very isolated at times. Like Capricorn, I notice they can struggle with social anxiety as well from a young age & couldâve believed their personalities were awkward and weird. They have so much empathy towards others because they couldâve been brought up where they needed to put others before themselves. My grandma had this placement and I asked her one time if you can have any wish what youâd it be and she responded with â I would wish that everyone who was homeless would be able to have a homeâ I thought that was the most sweetest thing to wish for đĽş. These people though have an issue with avoiding responsibility because of how in their heads they can be, these are probably the biggest procrastinators of them all. They donât do too well when it comes to being practical and neglect a lot of things in their life if itâs too overwhelming or requires too much energy. Which is why itâs important for these people to find ways to ground themselves or find a partner who is very grounded. ( I highly recommend to stay away from any type of substance abuse!!). They couldâve also been taken advantage of a lot because of their soft natured so many have trust issues when getting to know others.
Sagittarius risings are usually the loudest ones in the room, seriously though you can hear these people a mile away lol. Everything these people do is âbigâ from their personality, their laugh, their fashion ect. Iâve seen these people go both ways to some being super popular and adored or they are usually bullied for being obnoxious and attention seeking. These people have a bit of a âme firstâ way of thinking at times which can either bother others or be admirable. They usually love parties and are really fun to be around in big events like that. They are usually the ones in the middle of the dance floor or cracking jokes trying to make new friends. These people are also super smiley and cute lol they have such wholesome smiles. Itâs rare to catch these people in a bad mood most people see them as very happy go lucky which attracts a lot of people to them. I most of the women with this placement are THICCC. Gives big hips and nice thighs and a nice đđ.
Cancer risings i notice want to be babied emotionally & enjoy babying others emotionally as well. From the ones i met they need A LOT of emotional validation especially from their partner. This can be either sweet or draining depending on the person. Usually they are pretty open with their emotions even if they donât try to be you can see it all over their face lol. They wear their heart on their sleeve. They really enjoy deep talks with the people they love and enjoy helping people get better after being sad. They would do amazing in caretaking careers such as nursing, hospice workers ect. Whatâs nice about these people is that they usually genuinely care about whatâs wrong in your life and will listen for hours to someone vent. Helping people I notice gives them a sense of purpose. Most I meet were usually not nurtured properly growing up (especially by the mother) so they adopted this nurturing personality to others to sorta make up for what they lacked. They usually look very innocent and have big doe eyes and pale ghostly skin (think of Snow White). Even if from a different race they are usually the lightest in the family. They are also usually blessed with amazing mommy milkers iyk what I mean. They can however be pretty emotionally manipulative if they feel like they are losing someone (mostly a partner) they can almost guilt their partners to stay with them and fuck with their emotions if they feel a breakup coming (if immature however). They usually have pretty bad abandonment issues and donât take people leaving their life well at all. They usually think about old friends/partners from years ago. They are very nostalgic people and hate change most of the time. Itâs hard for them to move on to people they truly cared about even if they were super toxic.
Virgo risingâs usually come off to others as very humble and modest. Usually the least likely to brag about themselves to others, even though deep down they want too (Leo in the 12th house). They are normally pretty reserved and can come off as aloof at first but once they get comfortable they will definitely yap your ear off lol (mercury influence). These people are usually very smart and strived to get good grades in school. Could have been seen as the teachers pet. These were also the kids that were big know it alls lol they were those kids that argued with the teacher because they believed they were wrongđ they can come off as snobby at times cuz of this which doesnât really attract them a lot of friends. Most have a very small circle of close buddies that they hold dear to them. These people can either be super clean freaks or messy as shit no in between. I notice they prefer to wear comfy simple clothing, nothing to flashy or dramatic & they can pull off the natural face look great. Iâve seen that these people can struggle with sensitive skin as well and can have struggles with acne. Usually these people are super insecure about themselves (like most Virgo placements) they try to come off as perfect to everyone which usually burns them out pretty fast. They want others to admire them and see them as perfect so they go through great lengths to keep this image up. (Yâall donât gotta do all that to impress othersđĽş). Usually gives a nerdy vibe to the person even if they donât look nerdy on the outside they just give off that vibe a lot. Their love language is acts of service and if they love you they will do anything for you! I notice as well these people are very big on routines, if their routine gets messed up in any type of way they can get very pissy and irritated. Routines give them a sense of control so when they donât have a solid routine they can act a bit unstable. They usually enjoy doing practical things like grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning for fun ect. Many can view them as pretty boring but they just enjoy the simple things in life that most people look over.
I donât have time to talk about the others because I have workđŠ but if you guys really dig these observations I will make a part two tomorrow âĽď¸âşď¸
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an innocent man doesn't stand a chance (j.yh)
summary:Â it's halloween and your boyfriend has a fantasy. he wants to be the masked killer and for you to be the final girl, and he wants you to run.
note:Â this was written in a feverish haze of ghostface yunho brainrot, you can thank this fanart and this edit for making this one about yunho, but i have to give all credit for the idea to the nsfw audio creator augustinthewinter who's masked hookup audio killed me. also please read the warnings, this one is potentially very triggering.
warnings: ghostface!yunho x final girl!reader, boyfriend!yunho, hard dom!yunho, girlfriend!reader, sub!reader, sadism, masochism, knife play, primal play/chasing, threats of violence, heavy cnc that really looks like noncon because part of the play is that he wants her to struggle and say no BUT there are consent checks explicit throughout, rough sex, fingering, gloves, masks, breath play, impact play, mirrors, finger sucking don't look at me, dry humping, clothed sex, ripping off clothes, size kink, ass play, lots and lots of degredation including use of sl*t/wh*re/fvcktoy/c*cksleeve, yunho is seriously mean in this i'm not kidding, fear, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, creampie, subspace, there's more i'm sure but this one is a doozy. also lots and lots of aftercare!! after a scene like this i had to write detailed aftercare and confirmation of limits, so that's there too! yunho is v sweet when not in the zone.
pairings:Â yunho x reader
genre:Â smut and more smut, no plot in sight
word count:Â 7.9k
The party is in full swing when you arrive. The house bumping with music and every corner decorated for Halloween. Youâre late enough that you can just slip in through the back door, and that was the plan from the start. Yunho arrived first, nearly two hours ago, and made excuses for why you were late, for how you might not even make it to the party. No one would see either of you come or go together, so when you both disappeared to play your game no one would ever know. You had come up with the plan in bed, whispered fantasies and what-ifs between the sheets as he rewarded your willingness to try something new with his tongue.Â
His fantasy is special, and to do it right you can really only do it on Halloween night.Â
You weave through a throng of drunk acquaintances, searching the crowd for him, but itâs not as easy to find him as you thought it would be. Youâre not sure how a six foot something Ghostface killer could hide from you in the crowd of your friendâs house party, but no matter how many rooms you check you canât see him. Nervousness pits inside you as you check your phone and see nothing. He could be caught up with friends, he could be changing his mind, but you canât tell if you canât find him.Â
Adjusting your very 90s costume, you dart away from the kitchen where a group of your girlfriends are pouring shots and weave your way into the back of the house. Maybe you can call him? Text him? Would that completely ruin the mood of psycho killer stalking? Maybe, but itâs been forty-five minutes and you havenât so much as seen a sliver of his mask.Â
You flick through your phone, checking for any new messages, and then scroll to find Yunhoâs contact card in your phone. Your finger hovers over the call button as you lean against the quiet hallway wall, and then in your peripheral vision you see it.Â
A dart of black, something looming, and when you finally turn your head, you see him. Ghostface, standing wide and imposing in the hall, blocking any way past him and back out into the party.Â
âSpooky,â You sigh, tucking your phone away.Â
Silently, Ghostface nods his head.Â
The hair on the back of your arms stands up. This is it.Â
âWhat? Are you looking for the bathroom or something?â You take a step or two towards him, leaning into the character you dressed for.Â
He shakes his head.Â
âLooking for me?â You bite the inside of your lip to keep from smiling.Â
Slowly, he nods.Â
âMm,â You raise a brow at him, âwhatâs the line from that movie? You wanna play psycho killer?âÂ
His head tilts slightly to the side and he nods once again.Â
âAnd who do I play?âÂ
He takes a step towards you and you fade back.Â
Fear starts to spread through you, even with it all being pretend, you canât fight the feeling that your subconscious drums up in your gut.Â
He takes another step, and then another, and then youâre running.Â
Spinning on your heel you push deeper into the house, away from the party and towards a line of doors down the hall. Your heart is pounding out of your chest, your stomach a bundle of nervous trembling knots, and your hands are so slick with sweat you can barely grab the door handle of the basement. Itâs not as easy to run as it looks in the movies, especially not in a tight skirt and penny loafers, and you skid down the basement stairs taking them two at a time until you slip forwards and crash down onto your hands and knees.Â
You donât have time to assess the sudden sharp pain as the skin of your palm drags over the concrete floor though, so you scramble up in a flash and in a panic you weave your way deeper into the basement.Â
Itâs familiar enough to you, your best friendâs parentâs place. You know thereâs a tiny half bathroom in the far back corner, a rarely used guest bed against one wall as you descend the stairs, a collection of old video games and movies, and then around the corner to the left more and more basement, more storage, more dusty nooks and crannies to hide. Youâre frozen for a split second, trying to decide the best place to go where he wonât find you, but heavy footfalls on the stairs ring in your ears like drum beats and you donât have time to weigh your options.Â
You take off towards the bathroom, fumbling with the door again when you reach it.Â
The masked man behind you doesnât say anything, but you hear him moving. His feet are sure and quick, the heavy fabric of his robes making a whooshing sound as he darts forwards to try and close the space between your bodies.Â
A panicked sound leaves your mouth as you tumble into the sink, clocking your hip hard on the porcelain and bracing yourself on the wall. Turning you reach back for the door, if you just get it latched maybe you can give yourself a second to think, to shimmy out of the very small, high set window. Pushing yourself into action you grab the door, heâs so close you can hear his breath, seconds away. Seconds away.Â
The door stops abruptly as you throw your body against it, six inches from closing. You push again, but it doesnât budge, and when you look down itâs clear youâve lost this game. His heavy black boot is firmly set in the doorâs path, and you know thereâs no chance for escape.Â
He crowds you instantly, leaving you no time to recover, his body pushing into the cramped space of the bathroom and flinging the door backwards into the adjacent wall. You stumble into the sink and he moves right up against you, the firm length of his body pinning yours in place.Â
For a moment everything is still, completely and shudderingly still with only the sound of your hitched breathing and thundering heart filling the room. Youâre not sure what you should do - beg? Plead? Stay silent and let him do what he wants?Â
The masked manâs head tilts to the side as if heâs observing you, something you canât tell through the ghostly plastic of his mask and dead black eyes. Youâre trembling for real, hands shaking as they grip the cool porcelain. Ghostface leans into you, one of his gloved hands reaching for your face, a soft brush against your chin at first that turns to pressure as his fingers slide up your jaw to push you face to the side. Itâs like heâs studying you, his hand slipping lower and dragging down your throat.Â
Your breath comes faster, stomach tight.Â
Ghostface closes his hand around your throat and your eyes widen. He holds you like this for a moment, his other hand locking down over your waist and gripping you tight, pinning you in place.Â
When he squeezes, panic bubbles through your body.Â
Yunhoâs never choked you before. Heâs never even suggested it, despite all your little jokes about how nice his hands would look around your neck. It seemed pretty clear to you that within the bounds of your relationship that was one thing he just wasnât interested in, but whoever has you in the bathroom knows exactly how to hold your throat and where to press. Part of the fun is not knowing whoâs beneath the mask, but your body still locks up, and an anxious voice inside you starts to wonder - what if? Itâs not as if Ghostface is that rare of a costume choice, you see dozens of them on the street every year. Itâs not inconceivable to think that at this party there would be more than one.Â
Your heart beats in fluttering fits and starts in your ribcage as your mind turns over this possibility, and then he squeezes. The fight comes back into you full force when you hear him sigh, his hand tightening even more and cutting off your airway. You wriggle in his arms, pushing against his chest and trying to use your hips for leverage, a startled whine ripping from your throat, but fear laces through your body as you shove against him and realize just how immovable he is.Â
Ghostface releases your throat, the same gloved hand slipping into the back of your hair to hold you steady.Â
âNo!â The word tumbles out of your mouth as soon as you can properly make noise again.Â
He crowds you more, masked face dipping by your ear, âShh, shh,âÂ
You freeze.Â
âSafe word?â Yunhoâs voice is a balm in your moment of sudden panic, his tone low and hushed.Â
âT-treasure,â You manage it, the realization coming back into your body that this isnât a total and complete stranger, itâs still him. Your fear starts to melt into anticipation.Â
He gives you a squeeze, just one gentle pulse with his hand on your hip to communicate that heâs heard you, âColor?âÂ
You take a second to assess yourself. This game is intense in a way that youâve never experienced. Yunho had tried to tell you how your body might react to this kind of manufactured fear, how it would play tricks on you, how even if you knew it was him your body would still have the urge to fight and flee. You knew it, but you didnât really understand it until this moment.Â
Yunhoâs gloved thumb drags lovingly over your cheek for just a moment, âColor?âÂ
If he has to ask you a third time heâll end the scene, you know he will, but the brief flicker of tenderness in his touch reminds you of everything you already know about him. He has you. Youâre safe. This is a game.Â
âGreen,â You finally answer, âIâm green,âÂ
One more quick pulse to your hip, heâs heard you again. More than that, heâs pleased with you.Â
His shoulders straighten as he draws to his full height, his body filling the space of the tiny bathroom and caging you in. You swallow tightly, audible in your ears and then he moves fast.Â
His hands around your waist, lifting you up and then shoving you back until youâre sitting on the lip of the porcelain sink, uncomfortably balanced and pushed back flush to the mirrored wall behind you. You yelp when he moves you, hands scrambling for purchase on something, gripping the sleeve of his black cape in desperation. Fear and anticipation pulse through you, but he doesnât give you a rest to get your bearings.Â
He shoves your legs open wide and slots between your thighs and shoves your face to the side until your cheek is squished against the cold mirror, his hand a controlling brace from your jaw to the crown of your head.Â
âYou look so pretty running from me,â He strokes your face, but this time itâs not loving, it's possessive, itâs pure control.Â
You grip the edge of the sink and whimper.Â
âShould we play a little game?â He teases, âItâs Halloween, you must like scary movies,âÂ
Your breath quickens, âY-yeah,âÂ
He drops his voice low, in a mimic of the movie, âWhatâs your favorite scary movie?âÂ
Youâve heard Yunho do that voice before, lazing on the couch last October when you had yourselves a movie marathon, the day he realized something about your favorite scary movie that turned you on, the day you called him out for being hard during a kill scene. It took a year for you both to work up the courage to actually act on any of those fantasies, but here and now with his mask on and his voice low, you feel that mix of terror and arousal bleeding through your body in a way only he can elicit from you.Â
You canât help the little smile that passes over your lips, âScream,âÂ
âMeta,â He teases, pinching you hard on the thigh, âfor every question you get wrong, Iâm taking something off you,âÂ
You swallow hard again.Â
He reaches into his black robes and then you see it, shining in the reflection of the mirror and in your hazy peripheral vision. The glint of a real knife is unmistakable, the cool sharp edge of the steel crystal clear and you canât stop the actual fear that jolts through you. You jerk in his hold, instinct driving you for a split second, and he pushes your face harder into the mirror.Â
âTch,â He makes a disappointed noise with his tongue against his teeth, âthe gameâs no fun if you donât play.âÂ
He wonât hurt you, at least not in ways you donât already like. You have to trust that.Â
Settling yourself with a slow breath you summon the act he wants, find the fear within yourself and let it inform your words to give him what he wants.Â
âPlease, donât,â Youâre trembling is real, that you know.Â
He shifts between your legs, drawing the knife closer, shifting it in his hand so he simply presses the cool flat side of the blade against one of your nipples. You hiss at the sensation, tightness building in your gut.Â
âFirst question,â He drags the knife a little over your nipple, âWhat movie franchise is Jason from?âÂ
Itâs an actual quiz, of course it is. At least heâs starting off easy.Â
âFriday the Thirteenth,â You reply fast.Â
âCorrect,â He lifts the knife, and with the blade pointed away from you, he pushes up your tight tshirt until itâs bunched above your breasts.Â
âI got that right,â You glance down at the way heâs touching you, breaking his own rules already.Â
âJust getting a better view,â He insists, and then the cool knife is against your nipple again, only the thin fabric of your bralette between skin and steel.Â
Your body is aching in this position, but you can feel the heat off his body, and the heady tone of his voice from under the mask still has you starting to ache in different places.Â
âLetâs make this a little harder,â He taps the knife against you and you shiver, âwhat movie has a group of teenagers being stalked on an island by a killer fisherman?âÂ
âItâs,â You start to answer but he taps the knife again and you jolt, âfuck, itâs I Know What You Did Last Summer,âÂ
You watched it with him two weeks ago. You remember it, clear as day.Â
âWrong,â The knife twists, the tip gently skating over the swell of your breast.Â
âWait,â You start but he tips the knife under the center of your bra.Â
âI Still Know What You Did Last Summer,â He clarifies the sequel, âthey werenât on an island in the first movie. I thought you liked scary movies,âÂ
âI,â You press back into the wall as the knife edge kisses your skin, âI⌠I do,âÂ
âYouâre not very good at this,â He twists the knife and drags the sharp edge out so that it severs your thin bra in half, falling open and revealing your breasts to his wandering eyes.Â
A little gasping sound leaves your lips, a desperate noise you try to bite back, but he hears it.Â
He hums a soft, amused laugh and suddenly the knife is gone, sheathed and away and he leans into your space again, âYou fucking like this, donât you?âÂ
âNo,â You insist, despite the way your stomach is in tight knots.Â
âDid running away get you hot?â His gloved hand skims over your exposed body, âDo psycho killers make you wet?âÂ
âFuck,â You whine, âno, no,âÂ
âLiar,â He whispers, and then he delivers a pointed slap to your thigh, âspread.âÂ
Your legs widen instinctively at his command, but he doesnât reward you or praise you like he normally would, this is different. He reaches under the hem of your taut mini skirt, finding the apex of your thighs, and his fingers gently rub up and down from the base of your slit to your clit. A tiny gasp bubbles out of your throat.Â
âAre you afraid?â He all but growls.Â
Your stomach flips and his hand tightens in your hair, âY-yes,âÂ
âTell me you donât want this,â He finds the edge of your panties and drags them to one side.Â
âI donât want it,â You answer him, body shaking now.Â
âTell me to stop,â One gloved finger presses into your entrance, the softness of the leather and the warmth of his skin beneath it making you tremble.Â
âStop,â You beg, âplease, please, stop,âÂ
âWhy would I?â He slowly pushes inside, stretching you around his finger, âWhen I know how wet being fucked by a stranger in a mask makes you,âÂ
A tense thready sound pulls from your throat as he adds a second finger.Â
âIf you donât want this,â He pulses his hand once, forcing both fingers deep into your slick channel, âwhy are you panting like a dog in heat?âÂ
âN-no,âÂ
âIf you donât want it,â He whispers, âdonât come.âÂ
Your eyes shut as his hand starts moving, a steady pulse of his gloved fingers inside your aching cunt, curled just right in the way he knows gets you off fast. A pumping drag against your g-spot, the sound of his heavy breath, the unmistakable sensation of your own wetness making a mess between your thighs.Â
âLooks like you want it to me,â He adds the circle of his thumb against your clit and you jerk in his hold.Â
âStop, fuck,â Your nails dig into his forearm.Â
âYou donât want me touching you, but youâre soaking my fingers,âÂ
âN..No, no,â You babble, heat pooling in your gut.Â
âFight it,â He pumps his fingers faster, drumming against your sweet spot, âdonât come,âÂ
You hiss sharply, pleasure dropping low in your belly, the sensation of his gloves and his hot hand too much to bear.Â
âMoaning like you want it,â He laughs, pulling his hand suddenly out from under your skirt and yanking your head back to center.Â
You yelp at the position change and the sudden lack of contact but he doesnât make you wait for long.Â
âOpen,â He smacks your cheek lightly.Â
Your mouth falls open and he shoves both gloved fingers between your lips. You choke against the suddenness, at the way he presses down on your tongue, blinking to clear the haze from your eyes.Â
âSuck.âÂ
You shiver, your lips closing over his digits, the sharp taste of leather mixed with your fluids assaulting your senses and you canât fight the moan, the way your eyes drift shut as you swirl your tongue.Â
He hums, pleased, âDoes it hurt?â He asks.Â
His question doesnât make sense, and you blink your eyes back open to look up at the cool passiveness of his ghostly mask.Â
âPretending youâre not a whore?â He clarifies and your mouth stills over his fingers. He pulls them out, delivering one more pointed slap to your cheek, and dives back down to plunge them back into your aching cunt, âMoaning like that, your nipples rock hard, and this pussy,âÂ
You choke, a bubble building in your core as he abuses your slick channel again.Â
âClenching around my fingers, sucking me in,â He chuckles, âI can feel you, baby,âÂ
âFuck, fuck,âÂ
âHold back,â He doubles his efforts between your thighs and you keen, âif you donât want it, tell me to stop, donât come,âÂ
âStop!â You whine, giving him exactly what he wants, âPlease, please,âÂ
âNo,â His thumb rubs fast, his hand practiced at making you fall apart at the seams, âyou come, you keep your eyes open, and you come all over my fucking hand,âÂ
Your breath is fast, heart pounding, and you feel the cord tightening in your belly in a way that makes you want to rub yourself back up into his touch but he has you pinned, stuck, at his mercy just like he wants.Â
âCome,â His voice is clear, authoritative, and familiar. Like a trained response, your body releases and cracks open into a desperate orgasm, crumbling in his hands as you pitch forward onto his shoulder and grind your hips down to take the last little bit of what you need from his fingers.Â
When his hand stills, you realize youâre still clinging to him and you jerk back, one hand over your mouth as you try to recover your breath.Â
He steps back, his hands sliding off you and body slotting out from your thighs. You canât see Yunho beneath the mask, but you know heâs looking. You can feel his hot gaze sliding over your body and taking in every wet and shaking inch of you. Your body is throbbing with need, but the game isnât done, he hasnât even made you touch his cock yet, and you know thereâs no way youâre making it out of this basement without that.Â
âTell me again how you donât like it,â He finally says.Â
You shiver.Â
âCat got your slutty little tongue?â He prompts you again, voice hardening.Â
You swallow hard, finding your words, âI didnât like it,âÂ
âMhm,âÂ
âI d-donât want you to touch me,â You lie.Â
âYeah?â He teases, âWell then run,âÂ
âW-what?â Your eyes flick up to the impassive plastic of his mask.Â
âIf you didnât like it, why are you still sitting there?â He takes a step to the side, clearing your path to the door and you slide off the edge of the sink, your loafers making a click onto the tile floor.Â
You swallow hard, eyes darting out to the rest of the basement.Â
âCome on,â He teases, and you can hear the sick smile in his voice, âtry to get away,âÂ
You look between him and the room ahead of you again.
He leans forward and you shiver, his gaunt stretched mouth at your ear again, âI canât fuck you if I canât catch you,â his gloved fingers yank your top down over your exposed breasts and he chuckles, âbetter run fast.âÂ
You spring forwards, adrenaline pumping through your body and blood rushing in your ears. Leaping out of the bathroom he gives you a couple steps to get a head start, but heâs so much bigger than you, his stride so much longer, and he closes the distance with ease as you scramble in mock terror to get to the steps.Â
Yunhoâs arms close around you, hauling you up off your feet and against his chest, his touch rough and probing as he drags you up into the air.Â
âNo!â You shriek, âFuck!â
âYou think Iâd really let you go?â He laughs, âAfter that?âÂ
âFuck you!â The words bubble up out of your mouth.Â
âThatâs the idea,â His hand slides down your belly, closing over your cunt and cupping you tightly.Â
Your body is reacting before your mind, and you jerk in his hold, kicking back your leg and catching him in the shin with the flat heel of your shoe.Â
He groans and wrenches you higher in the air, âKeep struggling,â he pants, âI like it,âÂ
You twist again, trying to free one of your arms, but he has them pinned tightly to your body, âGet the fuck off me!â
âNot a fucking chance,â He takes two wide steps to the mattress and then tosses you down.Â
You collapse onto the bed, the old and rarely used springs creaking under your weight, and your scramble forwards in some kind of an attempt to get your bearings, but heâs on you just as fast. He yanks you back with a hand around your ankle and in a flash heâs on top of you.Â
He presses one hand firmly between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned face down to the bed, and then his body weight drops down as he straddles the backs of your thighs. Your hands curl into the bedding beneath you, rough sheets and scratchy camp blankets, nothing soft and soothing to take a moment of comfort in.Â
His free hand wanders, searching your body slowly. The sound of the party raging upstairs drowns out any competing noise, but you can still hear his heavy breath against the mask and your pounding heart, the sound of anticipation thick in the air around you.Â
Yunho presses his hips forwards and you feel the thick hard length of his cock through his costume nestled against your backside.Â
âLook at you,â He palms your ass, âshaking for me,âÂ
A whimper leaves you as his fingers dig into your back.Â
âDo I scare you, baby?â He delivers a harsh slap to the back of your thighs and you yelp, âAre you fucking terrified?âÂ
Another slap leaves you trembling and you hide your face in the mattress, pressing your eyes shut tight. You love when he touches you like this and he knows it. You bite down hard on your lip to keep from whining, wetness pooling in your core. He wanted you scared, he wanted you fighting, you canât give in just because his glove on your stinging skin feels like sin.Â
He groans, his cock pressing down harder to your ass and you feel both his hands slide from your hips up to your back and back down again until he has a grip on your waist.Â
A whimper slips out from between your lips. Â
Yunho freezes above you, his thumbs massaging a quick circle into your lower back, âColor?âÂ
âGreen!â Your voice is muffled by the bedding but you know he heard it.Â
He groans, pulsing his hips to rut his cock against you again.Â
Even between layers of fabric, you can feel the heat of him, throbbing and ready for you. Your mouth waters as you picture it, cockhead leaking precum and Yunhoâs familiar hand wrapped around the base as he directs it to your mouth.Â
âLittle slut,â He chuckles and it pulls you straight out of your mental fantasy, ârubbing that ass on a strangerâs cock,âÂ
Your stomach clenches, and you twitch under him.Â
âThatâs fucked up,â He drops his body weight over you, one hand pushing your head to the side as he leans over you, âyouâre so fucked up, arenât you?âÂ
Your breathing is fast, a thready sound in your throat.Â
âArenât you?â His voice is low, a shade away from a growl, and he rocks his hips again to rub his cock against you.Â
âN-no,â You try to shake your head but his hand tightens against your scalp.Â
âLiar,â He keeps grinding against you, his free hand snaking underneath your bodies to grope your breast, âI know a needy whore when I see one,âÂ
You moan into the sheets as he tweaks your nipple, tears springing to your eyes as he palms you, taking you apart with every touch.Â
âLetâs see how you like this,â He pinches your nipple once more and you squeal at the sharp sensation that rockets through your chest, a sharp line down to your clit, and then he slides back and shuffles back to sit up over your thighs.Â
He pushes the stiff fabric of your mini skirt up over your ass and then you feel the cold metal again.Â
You jerk underneath him, and he tuts softly, the sharp edge of the weapon gently dragging over the curve of your ass cheek.Â
âTell me,â He grips your flesh tightly with one hand, painfully pinching, âdo you still like scary movies now that youâre in one?âÂ
You shake your head, a whimper on your lips when the knife slips under the edge of your panties, âP-please, donât,âÂ
He yanks the knife up and splits one side of your panties with a taut snap of fabric, âPlease?â He taunts, âPlease?â
You sob softly in response.Â
âIs âpleaseâ all you can say?â He delivers a sharp smack to your exposed ass check and you jerk under him.Â
âI canât,â You shake your head into the sheets, âI canât,âÂ
He sighs, and you feel the knife shred the other side of your underwear and then you hear the sound of the blade clattering to the floor. With both hands free he palms your exposed flesh, squeezing you almost painfully and inspecting your exposed body.Â
Shivers run through you, and you try to hold yourself still for his touches.Â
âWhich hole should I fuck first, hmm?â His fingers search you, probe you.Â
Your body locks up tightly, a gasp on your lips. You hadnât discussed that, and you shake your head.Â
âScared?â He ghosts his fingers over your rim.Â
âPlease,â Itâs all you can manage.Â
âBeg me,â He presses down with his thumb, âbeg me not to fuck your ass if youâre so scared.âÂ
You scramble in the sheets but he has you stuck, âPlease donât, donât fuck me like t-that, youâre too big, itâs too,âÂ
He massages one cheek and hums, âWhat should I do then?âÂ
âWhat?â You crane to look back at him, at the masked man pinning you down.Â
âBeg,â He says it like heâs bored, like itâs obvious, âbeg me to put it somewhere else, or I will fuck this pretty ass open and make you say thank you.âÂ
Heat floods your belly, your body a sizzling live wire, and you fall right into step with a heady whine, âPlease, fuck my pussy,âÂ
âAgain,âÂ
âFuck my pussy, please, Iâm begging you,â Your voice sounds needy and strange even to your own ears, âI need it inside me, g-give it to me please, fuck my pussy, please,âÂ
âBetter,â His hands disappear into his robed costume and then he pushes forwards, his cock finally free and sliding up and down your slit to find your aching entrance.Â
âY-yes,â You drop your head back down to the bed and in one sharp thrust, he pushes his thick length all the way inside you until his hips are flush with your ass.Â
Yunho groans, bracing himself with one hand on the back of your neck and the other on the bed beside you, the mattress creaking with every shift, âNeedy pussy,âÂ
âFuck,â You moan.Â
âGreedy,â He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, starting to pick up the pace now in earnest, âgripping my fucking cock like that,âÂ
All you can do is hold on, bite down on the sheets and let him use you, focus on the sensation of his impossibly hard cock driving in and out and in and out.Â
âAre you crying for me? Hmm?â He rolls his hips, the fabric of his costume dragging against you as he fucks into you faster.Â
Your eyes are wet, pleasured tears bubbling up and you nod, a tiny sob passing through your lips.Â
âGood cocksleeve,â He presses down harder with his hand on your neck, forcing you lower into the mattress.Â
Your back arches instinctively, and you whine at the angle change. A few more thrusts and youâll be done for, you know it.Â
âThatâs it,â He pants, voice muffled by the mask, âcome for me,âÂ
âC-close,â The words tumble out.Â
âCome for me,â He stays steady with his thrusts, pushing your orgasm closer and closer, âcome for me, come for me,âÂ
âAh!â You fist the sheets, legs starting to shake, âAh, fuck, fuck!â
âCome on this strangerâs fucking cock,â He grunts, shuddering above you, his fingers digging into your skin and no doubt leaving a bouquet of bruises behind.Â
So close to the edge, just a little more will tip you over, and you whine, âHarder,âÂ
He gasps, forcing his pace to clap harder, deeper, and it only takes two pointed thrusts of his cock into the deepest parts of you to send you careening over the edge.Â
âComing,â You twist beneath him, moaning into your fist, âoh, god,âÂ
âFuck,â He curses as your muscles clench and flutter around him, âfuck, oh fuck,âÂ
Your orgasm has your body locked up and shuddering, but when he pulls free suddenly you gasp into the bedding, âN-no, no, please,âÂ
He yanks off any scrap of clothing you have on with frantic hands and then rolls you in the sheets so that youâre lying on your back spread open for him. You try to form a sentence, to ask whatâs happening but suddenly heâs tearing off his mask and the world slows to a stop.Â
Yunhoâs sweaty, flushed pink in the cheeks eyes blown wide with need, his plush lips parted and his chest heaving with labored breaths. In a flash heâs stripping off the costume, peeling off his gloves and kicking off his boots.Â
âCome here,â He spreads your thighs wider and presses down over you, his cock finding your entrance with ease as he sheaths himself again in one thrust.Â
You moan sharply and wrap your arms around his shoulders as he collapses over you.Â
âNeed you,â He pumps his hips, âhave to have you,âÂ
Pleasure crackles up your body, âYours,â you nod, âIâm yours,âÂ
He presses his mouth to yours, kissing you hot and hard, âFuck,â he groans.Â
Yunho gathers you closer, your slick bodies now flush together as he rocks into the warm cradle of your hips, ânever heard you moan like that,âÂ
Your walls clench around him.Â
âYou wanted me to do this,â He groans between messy kisses, âyou wanted to run,âÂ
You nod, lips pressed together.Â
âYouâre so fucking perfect,â He pumps into you harder, like heâs desperate to get as deep as possible, âmy dirty girl,âÂ
âOh, fuck,â Your head falls back against the bed, a pleasured moan caught in your throat.Â
âMy little fucking slut,â He groans, tipping your hips open wider, his hands tight on your skin, âso desperate to come on stranger cock,âÂ
You whine sharply, nails digging into his back.Â
âSay it,â He threads a hand through your hair and tugs your head back up roughly, âsay it,âÂ
âYes!â You whine, âYes, I-I need it,âÂ
His gaze darkens, the cool mask of your dominant returning, and he slaps your cheek sharply, just enough to give you a pointed sting, âNeed what?âÂ
Your brain is soft, fuzzy with pleasure, but the slap focuses you and you blink, âNeed to come,â you pant as he thrusts into you, âon a strangerâs cock, need you to⌠fuck, need you to take it,âÂ
He nods, lips parting open in pleasure, âThatâs right,âÂ
Your stomach tightens, pressure dropping low in your belly and you canât stop feeling the way his cock punches into the deepest parts of you over and over again. Your eyes close tight and you hold onto him, one of your hands slipping up to his neck to tangle into his black hair.Â
âOh,â Youâre so close, almost there, âY-Yunho, oh, god,âÂ
His hips thrust forward once more, burying his cock impossibly deep and then he stops. Thatâs when you realize your critical mistake.Â
âIs my cock so good you forgot your manners?â He says and your eyes fly open.Â
You donât know what to say, you donât know how to recover, your head is too mixed up to know whatâs up and whatâs down and youâve never played a scene where heâs a stranger before. Youâre used to your rules, youâre used to calling him sir or daddy or master, but now you feel unmoored.Â
âNow you donât get to come,â He leans back, taking your wrists in his hands and pushing them down flat to the bed.Â
You know better than to protest, but youâre sure he can feel you shaking.Â
He drops closer, pinning you open with the weight of his body, his head nudging yours to the side, âMaybe youâve forgotten whoâs in control here, baby,âÂ
Liquid heat spreads through your body and you shake your head just a little.Â
âSo drunk on cock,â He bites at your ear, âyou forgot you donât want this,âÂ
Your pussy tightens, and you hear him chuckle.Â
âFilthy,â He maneuvers your arms above your head so that he can close both your wrists together in one of his large hands, âfucked up little fucktoy,âÂ
Your eyes roll back and you fight the urge to move your hips, his words enough to put you on the precipice.Â
A sharp slap stings over your exposed breast, your nipple hardening even more and Yunho draws his hips back before slamming forwards, driving you deeper into the squeaking mattress. At the painful stretch, the sharp sting inside, you do cry out.Â
âDoes it hurt?â He thrusts again, just as hard.Â
You struggle under him, a little for play and a little because it does hurt, but you love the way he groans when you please him and you canât stop, âY-yes,âÂ
âToo bad,â His hand claps over your mouth and then he starts to fuck you again for real.Â
Pleasure and pain in equal parts spike through your body, a perfect combination to get you right up to the edge of orgasm, but you know youâre not allowed. You moan into his hot hand, the sound feral and taut, tears gathering in your eyes and slipping down your temples into your hairline.Â
Yunho slides the hand on your wrists up to clasp your hands together palm to palm, still pinning you to the bed but offering you a line of communication you desperately need in a scene like this. He doesnât stop, but his eyes find yours in the dim light of the basement and he squeezes your hand once. You squeeze back just once, your silent sign to keep going.Â
He keeps driving into you, cursing every time you moan and clench around his thick length, the mask of dominance slipping again as he starts to rut into you with artless, needy thrusts. Heâs chasing his own pleasure now, with no regard for your own release.Â
âNo oneâs coming to help you,â He groans, âyouâre mine,â
 You canât hear everything he says, not with your mind spinning so close to a forbidden orgasm and his pants and groans punctuating every few words, but you hear it when he says heâs coming inside you.Â
Thrusting deep, he spills himself hot in your belly, hips grinding into yours to milk himself dry as he moans into your ear. The bubble of your own pleasure builds with every rock of his body and you whimper into his hand, tears spilling over as you try not to let it take you.Â
Yunhoâs hand pulls away from your mouth and suddenly his fingers are rubbing fast and firm on your swollen clit, his cock still buried deep.Â
âAh, n-no, please,â You grip his hand tightly and lock your eyes closed, trying to pull yourself back from the edge, âplease,âÂ
âFuck,â He groans, overstimulated.Â
Youâre going to come, thereâs no way to hold back if heâs going to torture you like this and you thrash under him, âI canât,â youâre sobbing in earnest now, âI canât hold it,âÂ
âShit,â He curses sharply, âcome, sweetheart, come, Iâm so sorry,âÂ
At his permission, your pleasure rips through you, a hot slice of rapture rocketing up your body. Your ears are ringing, black dots over your vision, and your body wrenches up with tight shakes in a way that only a soul shattering orgasm could do. You vaguely hear your own voice, a babbled string of âthank-yousâ and sobs, but it feels like someone else. All you know is warmth, and the deliciousness of earned pleasure.Â
When consciousness starts to creep back in, the first thing you feel is Yunhoâs gentle hands on your cheeks. Heâs murmuring something, but it takes your mind a second to process, and you blink your eyes open slowly to find his face.Â
âHey,â Heâs back to soft and warm, your tender lover, âoh, there you are,âÂ
âMm,â You manage.Â
He looks you over slowly, warm brown eyes flicking over your skin, âDoes anything hurt, sweetheart?âÂ
You shake your head, still boneless and trembling in the scratchy blankets.Â
âHmm?â He nudges you, pushing for a verbal response.Â
âIâm okay,â You respond, but your voice is small.Â
Yunho, so attuned to you, looks back up and shifts up the bed to meet your eyes, âFeeling floaty?âÂ
âMm,â You nod, recognizing distantly that the intensity of your play tonight pushed you right into subspace.Â
âAh,â He smiles warmly, âcome here,âÂ
He gathers you close, arms wrapping around you as he tucks you into his chest and pulls the plaid camp blanket up higher over both of your naked bodies. His skin feels so essential, a necessity like eating or breathing, and you nuzzle into his warm chest.Â
âYouâre okay,â He soothes you, stroking your back, âyouâre safe, youâre safe with me,âÂ
A heavy breath releases from your chest.Â
âThatâs it,â He kisses your forehead, âbreathe with me, relax with me,âÂ
Your muscles release one by one.Â
âThat was just a fantasy,â He soothes you, easing the knotted up feelings in your body with practiced words, âit was just pretend,âÂ
You nod.Â
âJust pretend,â He murmurs, lips tender against your forehead, ânone of that was real, nothing I said. I love you, and I will always keep you safe, sweetheart,âÂ
Your fingers relax, and you realize how firmly you were gripping his arms.Â
âThere you go,â He murmurs, âIâve got you,âÂ
âYunho?â You manage, your body feeling heavy once again as you start to center.Â
He shifts, cupping your cheek as he leans back to get a good look at you, âRight here,âÂ
âH-hey,â You give him a lazy smile.Â
He nods, brushing your cheek with his thumb, âTell me where you are?âÂ
âBasement at the party,â You answer.Â
âGood,â He nods, ânow tell me who youâre with?âÂ
âYou, Yunho,â You reply, practiced now at the routine he uses to help ground you out of the scene and bring you back into reality.Â
âGood,â He continues, âtell me three things you can see,âÂ
You glance around the room, âOld playstation, bicycle,â you look back to him, âyour necklace,âÂ
He smiles as you touch the silver chain around his neck, âGood,âÂ
You stretch your stiff limbs in his arms and try to snuggle back into his hold but heâs not done yet, especially after a scene that new and that intense.Â
âAny pain?â His hands slide over your body.Â
âNo,â You assure him, âa little sore, but I feel good,âÂ
He nods, but keeps looking you over anyway. When he turns your hands in his and finds your scratched palms a little line forms between his brows, âWhatâs this?âÂ
You look down at the red skin, a few shallow cuts here and there, âI fell,âÂ
âFell?â His brow goes high with alarm, âwhen?âÂ
âWhen I was running, I took the stairs too fast,â You tell him honestly, âbut it doesnât hurt, I promise,âÂ
His fingers trace over the broken skin and he nods, âYou promised youâd call the scene if you got hurt,âÂ
For how rough this man can be with you, for how many times heâs bruised you and made you bleed, he never fails to surprise you at just how tender and soft he is outside of the bedroom.Â
âBaby,â You close your fingers over his, âyou promised youâd trust me to know my own limits, Iâm not hurt, I got a little scrape,âÂ
His lips close as he considers your words and then he nods, leaning in to kiss each of your palms warmly, âI want to disinfect these at home,âÂ
âOkay,â You murmur.Â
âAnywhere else?âÂ
âMm-mm,â You shake your head.Â
âBut sore?â He confirms.
âA bit,âÂ
His fingers find your jaw, massaging the muscle there, âWhen we get home, weâll run a warm bath. Iâll take care of all your aches, I know I was rough with you,âÂ
You sigh pleasantly, relaxing into the warmth of his hand and he nods, dipping his face towards yours and capturing your mouth in a soft kiss.Â
âYou did so perfect for me, sweetheart,â he says softly, voice threaded with emotion, âIâm so⌠is it too lame to say honored? I⌠you were so amazing, and you trusted me like that and I,âÂ
âYunho,â You smooth back his hair and pull him closer, âIâm alright,âÂ
His eyes flick over your face, âYeah?âÂ
âYes,â You give him the clarity he needs to know he didnât hurt you, âyou made me feel very safe, even though I was kind of terrified,âÂ
He stays quiet, like heâs gauging the honesty of your words.Â
âEven when I was scared,â You lean in, kissing him quickly, âI knew you wouldnât take it too far, and you checked in with me. Iâm okay, I liked it, I love you,âÂ
âYou didnât push yourself too hard for me?â He always worries about that, the double edged sword of a submissive whoâs desperate to please.Â
âNo,â You smooth your hand over his cheek, âI liked it alot,â
He nods and snuggles you closer, his fingertips coasting up and down your back softly. Heâs quiet for a few minutes, just letting you both come down as easy as you can with thrumming house music upstairs.Â
âYou liked it?â He finally confirms, carding his fingers through your hair.Â
You nod, âA lot,âÂ
âWhat I said,â He kisses the top of your head, âduring, about you liking it, that was fantasy too, you know that right?âÂ
Youâre quiet, taking in his words.Â
âThereâs nothing wrong with it,â He continues softly, âthereâs nothing wrong with you for wanting it, all of that was pretend, okay?âÂ
âI know,â You kiss his chest, nodding against his shoulder.Â
âI love you,â He squeezes you, âyou know that too, right?âÂ
You smile, wiggling up in his arms to see his face, âI do,â you kiss him softly, âI love you too,âÂ
He nods and sighs, âI lost my head a little at the end there,â he admits, âI didnât communicate well when you needed it, Iâm sorry about that.âÂ
Your brows knit together in confusion.Â
âI should have given you permission sooner,â He explains, brushing your cheek with his thumb, âI forgot myself in the scene, I didnât mean to push you so hard.âÂ
âOh,â You smile, âYunho, Iâm alright,âÂ
âI know you are,â He dips in for a kiss, âbut Iâm still sorry,âÂ
âThank you,â You murmur, pressing your lips back to his, staying warm and still and soft in this moment together, âI know youâll always take care of me,âÂ
He nods, his broad hand brushing down your hair.Â
âHow was the party?â You nudge him a little.Â
He smiles, âFine,â he shrugs, âI was too focused on looking for you, I think everyone thinks somethingâs up with me.âÂ
âIâm sure itâs fine,â You laugh.Â
âMm,â He nods, âand now I disappeared and we made a mess of this basement,âÂ
âFuck, I canât believe you cut my underwear off, how am I supposed to get out of here,âÂ
âI brought backups,â He grins wide, proud of himself for thinking that far ahead.Â
âYouâre a genius,âÂ
âThere is a back door out of the basement though, right?â He looks up around the room trying to find one.Â
âYeah,â You reach out, pointing around the back corner, âwhy?âÂ
âItâs extremely obvious that youâve been fucked within an inch of your life,â He presses a quick kiss on your forehead and stretches next to you, so casual about the way he just rearranged your insides, âand Iâm not so sure youâre going to walk straight,â
You laugh sharply and shake your head, âTake me home,âÂ
âScary movies on the couch?â He squeezes your thigh as he rolls away, searching for his clothes.Â
You shiver, âMaybe, that might be too close to home,âÂ
Nudging your knee he smiles, âDonât worry, baby, itâs just a movie.â
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New City, New Life
5k celebration 'Choose your own adventure' story
Dragon x fem!readerâ hate fucking, rough sex, marking, fire breath play, restraints (tail)
Pt1 Pt2 Pt3
You stomp out of Minotaur Bossâ office in a blind rage. Your vision blurring with either anger or arousal, youâre not exactly sure. The sound of the door slamming open doesnât attract any attention, your coworkers far too busy fucking to watch how hot you look when mad. But you canât help but watch them, eyes drawn to the carefree way they drown in their pleasure. Caring more for satisfying themselves than continuing to work their job.
It was simply astonishing. They all hold a freedom youâve never known. Not until yesterday when you got here, that is. The longer you stare the hotter your body grows, your pussy gushing with arousal. You feel your world spin, trying to accommodate to your new reality as you would have to accommodate a massive cock. Your thoughts quickly stray away from your mission, the arousal overtaking the anger brewing within you.
For a moment you seriously consider joining one of them. If this is your new life, whoâs to say you shouldnât take advantage of it? You bite your lip, slowing your pace as you walk past a pair of Cat Hybrids who look like theyâre in heat.
Noâ
You canât risk getting too distracted right now. You had to go confront your Dragon Headhunter and maybe, just maybe, you can blow some of this steam off on him. In whatever form that may take. With a deep inhale you try and clear some of the lust clouding your mind. You turn back toward the conference room, intent on going in, when you immediately bump into a man devouring someone like itâs his last meal.
A small yelp leaves you as you go flying back, not wanting to interrupt, but you quickly lose your footing and once again go tumbling to the ground. You briefly wonder if that sexy Secretary Bunny will catch you again. No! Focus! But then a pair of hands are on you and your heart, and your pussy, flutters.
The strangerâs hands quickly switch you around, causing you to plop firmly in his lap as you straddle him. A moan freely slips past your lips as you already feel his fully hard cock beneath you. As your head snaps up to look at your new rescuer your jaw drops, your eyes sweeping over his infuriatingly and impossibly perfect features.
But unlike everyone else youâve met in this city⌠he appears perfectly human. That is until his eyes flicker, his pupils forming a small flame to reflect his burning desire. He wasnât a human, he was a robot. No wonder heâs the most perfect specimen youâve ever seen. You glance down, eyes trailing his form when you notice his IT badge. How ironic.
âWell, well, well. If it isnât the main event falling right into my lap,â he purrs, voice smooth as silk as he leans in, brushing his nose along your jaw.
A small whine leaves you, his skin impossibly smooth against yours. Your eyes flutter and you hate how easily you melt against him. An IT Robot shouldnât be so damn comfortable. You find yourself baring your neck to him, seeking more of his touch. His dark chuckle vibrates against your skin and you shiver, unintentionally grinding against him. Or was it on purpose? Fuck, you couldnât even tell anymore.
âTechnically you got me into your lap,â you sigh with bliss, your brain only growing fuzzier the longer you stay in his embrace.
It was like he knew exactly where and how to touch you. You were sure it was just from some strange programming heâs downloaded but who were you to question it? The IT Robotâs touch slips beneath your shirt and his large hands caress your curves reverently.
âAnd what else can I get you to do with me?â IT Robotâs voice rasps and curls into your ear as if putting you under a spell. A spell called his cock. He rolls his hips as he speaks, pressing his hard length roughly against your clothed clit.
âNngh⌠N-nothing! I have to go, but damn I wish I didnât,â you say through gritted teeth.
You force yourself out of his lap, your body vibrating and your cunt pulsing with need. You push the office chair he was sitting in away from you and he laughs. The chair stops as it bumps into another person but his eyes donât stray from you.
âYouâre always welcome, doll.â
It takes all the strength left in your tired and yet still somehow horny body to turn away from the sexy IT Robot but you do. You keep your eyes firmly trained on Conference room D, determined to see this through. Your Dragon Headhunter is the only one right now who deserves the impact of all your pent up emotions.
As you near the door, you stop short, surprised when it opens. For a second you wait with bated breath, wondering if maybe the Dragon Headhunter is looking for you too. You donât even question the way your pussy floods with arousal. But your stomach drops as a Fae walks out of the conference room and sneaks off, not even seeing you staring after them.
Your fury returns tenfold to the point where you canât even think straight. You rush for the door, barging in and smashing it closed behind you. The Dragon Headhunter jumps from the noise, lazily glancing over his shoulder at you. Your eyes automatically widen, a gasp leaving you as you finally see him in person. Youâd video called dozens of times yet it all paled in comparison to seeing him face-to-face.
He was broad and painstakingly attractive. His scales glimmer in the sunlight that streaks in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. His suit fits tight against his chest, leaving nothing to the imagination of what lies beneath. The fabric clinging to his thick ass and strong thighs. A slow smirk forms on his lips. The sight has you shuddering where you stand and it only serves to make you more angry.
âWell, if it isnât my newest treasureâŚâ
Your eyes flash, focus returning back to his face. Just in time too to see the smug look painted across his face. Youâre in front of him in an instant only to push him back. The creature barely even moves. He sways, although you know he only did it for your benefit.
âWhere have you been? You have no idea whatâs happened today?â you ask lowly, hands shaking from your anger. Sure, the dicks been great, but this wasnât how you expected your new life to start.
Itâs Dragon Headhunterâs turn to look you up and down, noting your disheveled appearance and lustful expression. It has his smirk growing somehow wider across his face. He crosses his arms, admiring what heâs done to you, what this city has turned you into.
âI believe I have an idea.â
The air grows thick between you and the Dragon Headhunter. You can barely breathe, only managing short shaky breaths as you stare each other down. Your skin burns under his gaze but you refuse to squirm and let him win.
âOf course you do. âCause you fucking tricked me into coming here. Why?â You ask firmly, finally demanding answers from him. You wonât be leaving here without them. And youâll do anything to get them.
You slowly walk up to him, trying your best to intimidate a beast such as him. But all you do is make yourself feel smaller as he towers over you. The height different has your pussy clenching around nothing. His nostrils immediately flare and you know he can smell how turned on you are. You cry out and push him back again with all your strength.
âWhy?!â You demand with a ragged shout.
Without a single word, Dragon Headhunter swoops down and claims your lips in a searing kiss to shut you up. A low moan rumbles through your throat and the Dragon responds with one of his own. One that has you turning to mush in his arms. Your mouths clash together as they fight for dominance. The Dragonâs claws sink into the flesh of your wide hips and he whirls you around, pressing your ass into the conference room table.
Dragon Headhunter ravages you, his tongue swirling through your mouth as if trying to taste every last bit of you. He pushes against you harder and harder until he growls and lifts your plush frame up like itâs nothing and drops you easily on top of the table. You grunt and throw his arms off of you, forcing him to kiss at your pace. His claws sink into the wood and screech loudly as he drags them down, trying to resist grabbing at you again. But as you suck his tongue into your mouth he canât take it any longer.
He pushes you all the way down on the table with as much as a small shove. You cry out as you go flying back, glaring at him. Dragon Headhunter starts furiously trying to shred off your clothes. You grunt and wrestle against him to get your clothes off without ruining them. He doesnât bother, shredding his own clothes with a few swipes of his claws. You two glare at each other even as lust fills your gazes. He jerks your legs open to reveal your glistening folds and smoke leaves his snout with his huffs.
âThis is where I fucked that pathetic little fae and now itâs where Iâm gonna give you their sloppy seconds,â he snarls in your face and you grit your teeth. Your stomach churns with a jealous rage.
Before you can snap back at him, Dragon Headhunter snaps his hips forward, impaling you on his massive cock with a solid stroke. Fire shoots from your core and burns through your entire body. A fierce scream echoes off the walls and your pussy spasms around his girth as your body tries to adjust to being split open on his cock.
But the Dragon barely lets you take a breath before heâs rearing back and snapping his hips back against yours. You groan lowly, actually thankful for all your previous lays today as they helped prepare you for this. Your pussy opens up for him, allowing him to drive in even deeper inside you with each movement. Letting your fury fuel you, jerk your hips, meeting his thrusts. The Dragonâs eyes roll back in his head.
âF-fuuuuckâ aughâ knew this fuckhole was gonna be good without even seeing it. Looked like a damn slut whoâd take anything given to them,â he says darkly, his tongue slipping as he gets more and more lost in the pleasure of your cunt.
Your eyes narrow at him, no matter how good heâs making you feel. Each pump of his hips brushes along every nerve in your core and it sends you flying, your body shaking with unimaginable pleasure. Your sopping cunt sucks him back in with every thrust, needing him inside you despite everything.
Wanting to drive him to the brink of insanity, your hands snap out and sink in between his sensitive scales. The Dragon throws back his head and lets out a ferocious roar. Then he falls forward, elbows caging you in and rutting up into your perfect pussy.
âTell me why you sold me on this job. Did you think I was right for it?â you ask lowly, your breaths mingling with your close vicinity. Needing to ask and know the truth.
Dragon Headhunter chuckles and your pussy flutters around him, making him groan. He leans in and bites down on your neck, marking you with the memory of this moment. Then he leans back enough to look in your eye to deliver the blow.
âNah, I just wanted this sweet cunt,â he says breathlessly, his words so simple yet infuriating. You dig your nails into the flesh beneath his scales the Dragon groans in pain, his hips surging forward into your tight heat.
âFuck you.â
Dragon Headhunters eyes burn brightly, finally matching the anger in your own gaze. He smirks wickedly, flashing his fangs at you in a clear threat.
âGladly.â
His tail whips out, quickly wrapping around your wrists and pinning you to the table. With a growl that sends chills up your spine, the Dragon picks up his pace, fucking up into you with a stamina your poor human body can barely handle as it jerks up with every thrust. A loud mewl rips from your throat as his cock bullies into your cervix with each stroke. His eyes gleam devilishly as he watches how much of a mess heâs turning you into.
But itâs not enough. His free hand flies to your puffy little clit and rubs your bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts. Your jaw drops, all the sensations building up inside you have you nearly losing your mind.
You scream in relief a when you finally fall off the edge. Your body shaking, hips rising off the table with the force of your orgasm. For a moment you see white and you hear the Dragon roar once more as he follows right after you. And when you open your eyes you gasp to see fire shooting out from his throat, teasing you. The heat it emits just turns you on even more, prolonging an already intense climax.
Itâs only once you finally come down from the high of a lifetime do you seem to gain common sense again. You huff, your anger still palpable but more half-hearted as you tear yourself away from him. You slide off the table, heading toward your discarded clothes, needing to get out of here.
âIâm leaving,â you announce, quickly sliding your clothes back on. Ignoring the way your combined release drips out of you and pools in your panties.
âYouâre under contract, sweets,â Dragon Headhunter replies, his tone filled with amused arrogance.
You whip around to face him yet unable to reply. Heâs right. Youâre stuck here. But is it really that bad that you are?
Seeing your hesitance to reply, thoughts clearly spinning through your mind, Dragon Headhunter smirks and saunters up to you in all his naked glory. âWelcome to Free Use City. Embrace it.â
Leaving the conference room you think over what he said. This was your chance at a fresh start and you wanted to make the most of it. In a Free Use City you guess that meant fucking strangers. Truly embracing the city for what it was and what it offered. You could do that! In your office building alone there were hundreds of people to choose from. You look around the office, wondering if IT Robotâs offer was still on the table. Heâs bound to know everything about pleasuring a human. Or perhaps you could find Bunny Secretary and see if you could throw yourself at him again. And well⌠there was always that Demon Guard you passed on the way in. Youâre sure he could show a sinful time.
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