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reyrapidsbutgayer · 15 days

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Ranking All Shadow of the Erdtree Bosses and NPC's by Fuckability.

It's finally time. The sequel to the 2nd worst post I've ever made.

I 100%-ed the DLC and it was fantastic. Time to find out which new characters are the most fuckable.

In this hypothetical all of the bosses can be reasonably communicated with (if possible) and are not actively trying to kill you (Unless killing you makes it sexier).

Repeat bosses not included, duo bosses counted seperate. Bosses that already appeared in the Base game are not counted.

It should also be assumed that all of these bosses have access to their magic/items/resources to benefit them in bed.

Explanation of Grading system:

Ineligible: (Cannot give consent)

These characters are not sentient enough to communicate consent, or are physically incapable of sex.

Unfuckable: (Can give consent, but does not DESERVE sex)

Character sucks so badly that they do not deserve to experience pleasure in any shape or form.

Uninterested: (Can give consent, does not WANT sex)

These character are fully capable of sex but would never participate in sex due to lack of interest or overabundance of moral convictions.

Not worth it: (Can give consent, is terrible in bed)

I mean, you COULD have sex with these characters but why would you?

Acceptable: (Can give consent, would be fine in bed)

These characters are average in bed, nothing crazy or noticeable. Some might end up in this category because they ARE good at sex, but the entire process would be inconvenient or uncomfortable to initiate.

Good Time: (Can give consent, would be great in bed)

These characters are good at sex, give or take a few points depending on their mood or situation.

Knock your socks off: (Can give consent, would be amazing in bed)

These characters excel in giving pleasure and would be well worth the time and effort involved.

Sex God: (Can give consent, would be the best in bed)

These characters would be so good at sex that all other factors are irrelevant. They are serving and we are here for it.

Evil Sex God: (Can give consent, is a terrible person but you’d make an exception.)

These are characters that should fall lower in the rankings, but their sexual prowess supersedes their inherent awfulness to a noteworthy degree.

Full list below the read more. Obviously it's not going to be sfw.

Ineligible: (Cannot give consent)

Ralva the Great Red Bear:

Animal

Rugalea the Great Red Bear:

Animal

Ghostflame Dragon:

Undead, probably not capable of sex.

Golden Hippopotamus:

Animal

Swordhand of Night Anna:

She is a hot goth knight, but is a mind controlled puppet.

Unfuckable: (Can give consent, but does not DESERVE sex)

Promised Consort Radahn + Radahn Consort of Miquella:

Radahn is just a mind-controlled corpse, and Miquella is a little bitch, so they are both ineligible. Honestly who tries to become a god but also ditches their inner goth girl? St. Trina deserved better.

Scadutree Avatar:

Theoretically capable of sex, but is made of pure anger and thorns.

Fire Knight Salza:

War criminal, even by Elden Ring terms so you KNOW it's bad.

Jori, Elder Inquisitor:

Creepy torturer and hypocrite, thinks sex is a sin and I plan for him to die sinless.

Uninterested: (Can give consent, does not WANT sex)

Curseblade Labirith:

Too devoted to being a monk to care.

Midra Lord of Frenzied Flame:

He's going through a LOT right now. He just got dumped AND he is being tortured for eternity while also containing a god of madness in his body, just leave the poor man alone.

Blackgaol Knight:

In another life he'd fuck like semi truck, but as of right now he's taken a vow to be a wet blanket alone in a mausoleum.

Not worth it: (Can give consent, is terrible in bed)

Chief Bloodfiend:

Too goopy and covered in diseased blood, but is still up for it if you are.

Putrescent Knight:

On one hand it's melting skeleton made up of thousands of merged souls... but on the other hand if you managed to get the consent and each and every soul I bet you could PROBABLY do something.

Lamenter:

Throw him one pity fuck and then run, he's clingy and a whiner.

Death Knight:

Is mostly just a skeleton, and whatever flesh is still there is probably rotting... but he does have some rizz and cool wings... goth guys can still get it.

Acceptable: (Can give consent, would be fine in bed)

Black Knight Garrew:

A highly trained knight, probably has good stamina but is also a fanatic to a creepy cult.

Black Knight Edredd:

Is also a highly trained knight, probably has good stamina but is also a fanatic to a creepy cult... but he does know crucible incantations... he might have some weird animal stuff you can get him to use in bed.

Rakshasa:

She's covered in blood and is overflowing with bloodlust... but lust and bloodlust are in the same neighborhood if you know what to do.

Divine Beast Dancing Lion:

If those two guys in there aren't rotting corpses... Fucking two guys inside a scary lion costume is an above average Tuesday night.

Good Time: (Can give consent, would be great in bed)

Logur, the Beast Claw:

A nude man covered in blood is running at you on all fours... you are either about to die or have a WILD night.

Ancient Dragon Senessax:

A very average dragon, but all dragons have a baseline fuckability so she's up here.

Jagged Peak Drake:

Drakes are slightly less fuckable than dragons, but if you don't think I'd willing be double teamed by two dragons while Igon watches, you clearly don't know me.

Ancient Dragon-Man:

All the perks of dragon sex but in a much more portable package.

Demi-Human Swordmaster Onze:

Normally Demi-humans are more cute than sexy, but this guy dedicated his life to the blade, you should be helping him make up for lost time.

Count Ymir, Mother of Fingers:

He's a delusional asshole... but he smacks of gender™ in a very submissive and breedable manner. A man who wants to be a mother and has giant fleshy fingers growing out of his body? It will be uncomfortable and deeply personal... but you GOTTA try it at least once, the LGBTQ community is depending on you.

Knock your socks off: (Can give consent, would be amazing in bed)

Red Bear:

All the raw sex appeal of Logur but with 25% more daddy energy.

Moonrithyll, Carian Knight:

Listen we have all been sleeping on Moonrithyll when we should be sleeping WITH her. She is the chamberlain to Rellana (as in head bedroom attendant) which means she is an actual #girlboss and there must be insane wizard lesbian sex behind closed doors. Not only that but she is beloved by the trolls and can fight on equal terms with the carian troll knights, who are no doubt getting sucked and fucked by her nightly. She's just a normal human but she is blowing out the backs of demigods and giants alike. She is struggling to keep her head above water and that water is pussy.

Commander Gaius:

Ok so here me out: He is an asshole, and violent, and a fanatic who serves the very order that discriminates against him... but all you have to do is mention that Radahn is better in bed than him. With this one simple trick he will have you bent over the back of his boar making sure he won't be the only one who can't use their legs after. He is pure rage and he will not stop until he has make you cum more times than Radahn ever has. Trust me, this happened to me, video games are real.

Dancer of Ranah:

Infinite stamina, enough said.

Sex God: (Can give consent, would be the best in bed)

Rellana Twin Moon Knight:

I want you to imagine Rennala, a normal woman who was able to satisfy Radagon/Marika, the sluttiest possible duo in the entire history of the lands between. Now imagine Rennala at full power, no depression, no hanging out in her basement mourning her failed marriage... now imagine Rennala 18% more goth and holding two magic swords. She will fuck you into space and then fuck you back to planet earth. Now imagine being bisexual.

Messmer the Impaler + Base Serpent Messmer:

I have slowly grown to love this sad bishounen anime boy more and more as I learn about his pathetic little life. He seems all mean and firey, but he is a bottom. (and his snakes are not) I wanna make him squeal and then get him therapy and then for good measure make him squel again.

Romina, Saint of the Bud:

A sleeper hit, but she is a mean insect lady with a giant prehensile centipede tail. She is like a xenomorph queen but a pink pastel goth rather than a vampire goth. She will wrap you up in that giant tail of hers and get straight to the egg laying. If you haven't considered it before, then you will now.

Evil Sex God: (Can give consent, is a terrible person but you’d make an exception.)

Metyr, Mother of Fingers:

Look... you WILL die after doing this, but she has a giant stomach full of squirming wet fingers and she is basically a big pile of dicks. Get naked, jump into her gaping stomach and die happy. That's an order from your commanding officer, now do your duty and serve your country.

Bayle the Dread:

I hate this dragon, he is responsible for the steady decline in dragon sex appeal, he hurt my Igon, and I can't explain why but I feel like he is sexist somehow. BUT... a dragon is a dragon. If Igon asks me to double team this guy I legally can't say no.

BONUS: Ranking the new NPC's from worst to best in terms of fuckability:

#13: Fire Knight Queenlign:

Somehow, his haircut is more of a turn-off than the war crimes he committed in the name of a god who doesn't even know he exists, which is not a good sign.

#12: Hornsent Grandam:

Normally I would give GILFs a pass to live their life and fuck as little or as much as they want. But she is the type to slut shame other women and as a feminist I cannot stand idly by.

#11: Hornsent

In another life he'd be a decent lay. He had a wife and a child so he has had sex at least once. In a pinch I can forgive the blind self destructive quest for vengeance, but I draw the line as soiled loincloths. You're an adult Hornsent, so act like it.

#10: Moore

My sweet little pot boy... If it came to sex I'd like to imagine that he is attentive and gentle, with his armor clattering around the whole time because he is too scared to take it off entirely. But he is too sweet and you honestly don't deserve him. He needs to be romanced, swept off his feet by a loyal and supportive partner and let's face it, you aren't at a place in your life where you can be all that he needs.

#9: Thoiller

The pillow princess to end all pillow princesses. He is a simp, he's submissive, he's breedable, he's a sopping wet pathetic little meow meow. Tumblr, THIS is the man you keep saying you want, now get in there and impregnate this man as the prophecies foretold.

#8: St. Trina

She's a plant at this point and probably isn't up for sex. (And a disembodied essence of love from a corrupted demigod) But I KNOW for a fact you kept imbibing her nectar more than you needed to. She just likes to watch as you and Thoiller get high and flop around in the putrescences. Lore says St. Trina was a fully grown woman at some point, and not just a weird little plant person, so in her prime she probably had a weird sleepy plant orgy with her followers.

#7: Redmane Freyja:

On paper she is the tragic butch sword lesbian we need but don't deserve. A prisoner who earned her freedom and rank through brutal gladiatorial combat, a loyal knight to a fallen demigod, and a big buff lady who can step on you. But in practice she still sides with Leda after breaking free of the mind control, and lets Miquella control her lords body like a toy. Come on Freyja, where is your fire? Your rage? Suplex Leda and fuck your way across the lands between as did your forefathers.

#6: Swordhand of Night Jolan:

She's a mean goth girl with a tragic past and a desperate need to be loved. I could fix her.

#5: Sir Ansbach

He easily earned his place in the top 5. He's running from a tragic past, he is trying to be a better person, he has all the sex appeal of Varre' but actually bathes, and he is a GILF. In practice he probably isn't the BEST in bed, but he is rather romancable. He can still get it, since he was a highly trained warrior in the past, but I see myself cuddling him as he somberly adjusts his glasses and stares out the window. Don't get me wrong there is still a LOT of sweaty blood sex but he knows what he is doing and understands what soap is.

#4: Igon

He's a screamer. Broken legs, dirty armor, doesn't matter. The warriors code demands that we look into each other's eyes as we both cum. That is the only honorable way.

#3: Needle Knight Leda

She sucks. She willingly follows a loser wannabe god, and it's not even the mind control, she is just like that™ already. She is so bad at socializing with rational people who are already on her side that she jumps to murder without hesitation. She even killed all the first Needle Knights just cuz of her own paranoia. She should be at the bottom of this list... but a yandere is a yandere. It would be creepy, uncomfortable and she'd be very demanding and probably bite you in a very non-sexy way. But it would still be some of the best sex you'll ever have. You'd regret it just as much as you'd enjoy it, and you'd regret it for the rest of your life.

#2: Dragon Communion Priestess Florissax:

Lovelorn dragon lady who wants me to eat other dragons in a very sensual manner. I am not immune and neither are you.

#1: Dryleaf Dane

After that brush, he is distant. His training is cold and impersonal, he throws himself into his prayers, dedicating every waking moment to meditation. He sought to turn his flesh to iron, so why is the flesh so weak around you?

Hear me out. He's religious, he is dedicated to his cause, he tries to kill you, and he doesn't even say a word to you.

BUT.

Imagine what happens when you finally get him to break.

He is your master, teaching you in the dryleaf arts, the two of you sparring atop a waterfall and bruising your knuckles more and more with each strike. The two of you meditate together, seeking inner peace to further your warriors spirit. He is stoic, his heart closed off to you and his mind focused on his holy mission.

But he is temped, you can see it in his eyes, in the way he watches over you when you are hurt, the soft way his fist unclench after a battle, and the thick layer of sweat you share after sparring. Together you are hardening your bodies to become living weapons, but bodies are not only used for violence, and the two of you cannot ignore the tension that grows with each day, your bodies intertwining during a particularly heated duel, grappling turning slowly to wanton exploration. He comes to his senses right before it crosses the line and you see the fear in his eyes as he pulls away from you. But you wouldn't have stopped him and he knows it from the pleased expression on your face as you lie on your back, defeated.

When it finally happens, you are sparring, leaving nothing behind. You shed your armor to let the movements flow without hindrance and so does he, conflict apparent upon his face. You trade blow after blow, your bodies raw and sore but still you don't let up. The sun is setting and neither of you will relent, sweat coating every inch and the roar of the waterfall drowning out every thought that isn't dedicated to this battle.

He is getting sloppy, his eyes transfixed not on your fists but your face. A poorly placed sweep to your legs leaves him wide open and you go for the maneuver neither of you have attempted since the close encounter that frightened him so.

He struggles, pushing your arms and legs away fruitlessly as his exhaustion drains away his years of practice. Soon you are pinning him to the wet ground on the riverbed, his hair wild and his hat flung far out of arms reach. He looks like a cornered animal in your grasp, eyes bulging and his breathing haggard. You can only look down upon your former master with a gleeful hunger, his body already more familiar to you than your own.

In a moment of understanding you see the hesitation drain from eyes. He knows what he wants, and he is done denying it. You grab his face roughly and kiss him more violently than any punch you have thrown. He returns in kind and all the exhaustion seems to leave his body as he sits up and wraps both arms around you firmly, desperate to make up for lost time, his holy mission only to worship your body and the unbreakable bond you have forged in sweat and blood.

And then you bone.

We have all imagined that exact scenario, haven't we? I have yet to meet a Fromsoft fan who hasn't described that fantasy to me word for word without hesitation. I am just saying what we were all thinking.

(Pictured: a man I would fuck until he renounces his god.)

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mermaidgirl30 · 2 months

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✨Somersaults and Stealing Hearts Part 1: Meeting the Coach✨

Coach! Joel Miller x gymnast! OFC

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A/N: Thank you to @lotusbxtch and @alltheirdamn for beta reading for me, and for @mountainsandmayhem for helping hype me up! I’m really excited about this one ✨

Summary: Welcoming a new coach is no easy task, especially when Joel Miller steps through those doors with his stupid tousled curls and dark brown eyes.

Rating: 18+ only

Word Count: 4.2k

Tags: Eventual smut, enemies to lovers type energy, bitter OFC, a hint of swooning, age gap (Madison is 24, Joel is 39), slow burn, pre!outbreak au

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Sunlight bursts through the glass windows of the Austin Gymnastics Club as chalk and sweat permeate through the air of the heated gym. The long balance beams seem to shine in the distance, and the white walls with gold medals and trophies in glass cases fill the extensive space. My calloused fingers are numb from the lengthy bar routine I just finished, and my lower back burns from the shaky dismount. I take a moment to breathe deep and fill my lungs with icy water, letting the chill cool the ache of fiery lungs.

Breathe in, breathe out. Focus on deep breaths. Don’t think about the heartbreaking loss that’s about to happen.

When I open my glossy eyes, I take a minute to compose myself. Losing Coach Carr is near devastating when regionals are in a little less than two months. How the fuck am I supposed to be ready when we’re getting a brand new coach who doesn’t know a thing about our routines or training schedule?

Ripping the water bottle from my tight grip, I find my way back onto the blue spring floor and decide to stretch my sore triceps. Wincing in pain, I groan, extending my arms overhead, feeling as if my muscles will split in half at any moment, but I’m used to it. It’s just part of a gymnast’s daily routine. No pain, no gain.

Senior year. Only a little over three months until I’m graduating with a bachelor’s degree in Kinesiology. Granted, I opted for online classes to focus on what’s really important. Gymnastics. It’s what I breathe, all I can think about day after day, and I won’t stop until I qualify for the Olympics. And Coach Carr should’ve been the one to help me get there, but those dreams were crushed like sand beneath the soles of my feet. Go figure. Nothing ever went my way. Especially after I lost my dad…

Having to take a whole year off training and college was rough enough. And close to being twenty-five-years-old? Well, some of the girls still tortured me about it, whispering how I was too old, how I’d never make it. But they were wrong, and I’d prove it.

If they were gentle sheep, then I was a starving wolf. Out for blood.

Another deep sigh leaves my lips, and my shiny pink leotard feels extremely tight, almost like it’s squeezing the breath right out of my lungs. In the next moment, someone is hip checking me, and I almost topple over onto the mat from the unwelcome force. I glare in the direction of where the uncalled action came from, but I immediately drop my frown when I see it’s just my best friend, Cassie.

“Whoa, did you wake up on the wrong side of bed this morning? You’re awfully cranky,” she laughs as she presses down some dark flyaways from her tight bun and smoothes out her violet leotard with the back of her palms.

“Sorry,” I grumble, letting my arms fall down to my sides in defeat. “I’m just on edge today with Coach Carr leaving.”

Cassie blinks twice and looks up with sympathetic emerald eyes. “I know. I’m upset too, but what can we do? She’s already leaving, we can’t stop her now.”

“Yeah, but why didn’t she at least wait until after regionals? You know how important that competition is. If we want to go to the national championships, then we have to bring our A-game,” I huff, stomping my heel into the squishy floor just to show how frustrated I am.

“Ask her husband, he��s the one that got the new job in Denver. Maybe you can talk him into letting his wife stay just for you,” she laughs, pushing against my shoulder playfully to try to get me to lighten up, but it doesn’t work. “And it’s you, babe. You want to go to nationals, and you want to win that championship title. I’m just here to ride it out with you. You’ve got the heart of a lion in this gym. No way you aren’t getting that gold medal,” she says encouragingly.

I give her a fake smile and hip check her right back. “Says the girl who medaled at our last competition. You’re going with me, and that’s final,” I smile.

“We’ll see about that,” she says with bright green eyes.

The room lightens up a little bit as Cassie pulls some of the anger from my tense body, but it all comes crashing back down like shattering like glass the moment I see Coach Carr’s bubbly smile and long blonde hair swaying as she greets a man I don’t recognize by the glass door.

I tip my head to the side and squint, hoping to get a better view of the mystery man with the tight-fitting white t-shirt and dark jeans that hug strong legs. “Who’s that?” I ask, hoping Cassie will have a clue as to who that might be.

“I think that’s our new coach. Joel Miller,” she says, peeling her eyes over his broad body.

“Who is he?” My voice comes out quieter, like I almost don’t want to know. Coach Carr never said anything about a male coach, and she definitely didn’t mention that he’d be older and so… handsome.

“Not too sure, but I’ve been hearing the other coaches talk lately. Heard he took his prior team all the way to nationals,” she voices, making my ears perk up at that.

My eyes grow a little wider, and my back stiffens up at the mentions of nationals. “Nationals, huh? Then why isn’t he still there with that team?” Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, I try to study the tall man, as if I can see inside his mind.

“Not sure,” she shrugs. “Guess he heard we were the best, and maybe it’s a better paid position? I don’t know, but Jesus. Do you see the biceps on that man? He’s hot. Maybe he can help me stretch… if you know what I mean,” she winks, curling a loose strand behind her ear as her eyes go starry.

Oh, for the love of God.

“Cas, stop. You’re being gross.” I scrunch my nose in disgust and hit her lightly in the side of the shoulder.

“What? Like you don’t find him attractive? He’s ridiculously good looking. Just look at him,” she sighs dreamily, her eyes sparkling from the sunlight peeking through the windows.

But I am looking at him. And whether I like it or not, he’s walking straight up to the spring floor with Coach Carr right at his heels, and he’s not too far from where I’m standing.

When he’s only a mere few feet from me, I notice how his biceps hug the soft fabric of his t-shirt and large veins spiral down his thick forearms, spidering along the backs of his rough hands, ending in strong fingers. I gulp when I see how devastating his dark brown eyes are. They’re almost like pure marble, smooth enough to sink into. And his hair. Thick, sandy brown with speckles of gray threading through his lush locks and his clipped beard. Cassie was right; he’s breathtaking.

“Fuck yeah, bestie. He’s taking us all the way to nationals,” she whispers as a fit of giggles leave her pink lips.

I roll my eyes and seal my mouth shut, but I can’t help but keep sneaking secret glances at the man with pretty eyes. Cassie doesn’t need her big ego boosted to know she’s right. He is good looking, really good looking. But that doesn’t mean I’ll accept him here. Coach Carr is abandoning me right when I need her most. She was supposed to be there for regionals which would set me up for nationals. No way will I just accept a stranger, like he knows anything about my routines or moves. No. I’ll just give him the cold shoulder because I’m bitter about this whole stupid arrangement.

“Girls, gather around! I’d like for you to meet someone.” She gestures to the mystery man and beams her white smile to the entire room. The rest of the gymnasts take their place on the spring floor and glance with anticipation at the newcomer. “This has been a super hard decision for me to leave you all, but I did my best to make sure you’ll be in good hands. So, girls, I’d like you to meet your new coach, Joel Miller.”

All the girls’ eyes blow wide, and whispers flit around the room, echoing giggles and gossip that makes me silently groan. Some of them bat their long lashes, some fix their high ponytails and twirl the hair they can reach. Others just stare and gawk, letting their eyes roam the expanse of his broad body, and my stomach drops when I realize all my teammates are going to be swooning over our new coach.

I let my eyes rake over the spongy floor, dragging my heel over a piece of fuzz like it’ll get me out of this awkward situation. I don’t want a new coach, especially one that all the girls won’t stop talking about.

“Now, you might’ve not heard of him before, but he’s coached a few varsity teams, and he even took the Oklahoma Sooners all the way to nationals, which I know is a dream for most of you,” she says proudly, her chin held high as some of the girls gasp and drop their jaws to the floor.

Great. Now I’ll have to hear their stupid lovesick mouths drag on about how handsome and talented he is. Give me a fucking break.

“Nationals? I want to go to nationals!” One of the girls shouts as she jumps up and down frantically, only stopping when Coach Carr tells her to settle down.

“As do most of you, and I’m sure Coach Miller here will do just that,” she smiles wide, letting her long blonde hair fall over her light blue polo shirt. Joel sheepishly smiles and follows Coach Carr’s lead. “Okay, well let me go around the room and introduce you to all the girls. There’s quite a bit,” she laughs, glancing at me and the other eleven gymnasts.

As she makes her way around the room slowly, I can’t help but tune the room out, making a small bubble in my mind where only my thoughts start to tick like the hanging clock above the front glass doors.

You can do this, just breathe. Don’t freak out, you’re only losing your most favorite coach in the entire world. I bite my lower lip and feel the sharp pain sink into my skin.

Breathe.

Just when I start to fade off into the soft blue tones in my mind, I hear my name being called loud and clear across the open room. I snap my eyes up frantically when Coach Carr says my name again. “And this is our shining star right here, Madison Summers. She’s the best of the best,” she smiles proudly, like I’ve just won her the gold medal.

Joel shifts his weight to the left and folds his flexed arms over his broad chest, and I swear he’s about to rip right through that thin t-shirt. “Your shining star, s’that right?” he asks with a thick Southern drawl that floats through my eardrums like a sweet melody.

Fuck. Even his voice is charming. All deep and gravelly and annoyingly enthralling. It’s about to give me a damn headache at this rate.

“Oh, yes,” she replies brazenly. “This girl right here has been bringing us home with first place titles since she started here. She’s the real deal, Miller. I think she might even take you all the way to nationals. Keep her on her toes.” She claps him on the back firmly, and a slow smile expands across his plush mouth, framing his dark mustache. His brown eyes flick over my body slowly like he’s assessing every single inch of me to make sure it’s true, and he parts his mouth like he wants to say something.

Letting my hazel eyes fall to the ground, I adjust my position and keep my arms locked tight around my chest. Maybe I can hide from the red blush that’s building in my cheeks because now all the girls are staring at me with envy, and I despise being the center of attention.

When the sting of embarrassment starts to fade away, I hear him clear his throat. “Impressive. Guess we’ll jus’ have to see ‘bout nationals then. See jus’ what you bring to the floor, Shining Star,” he murmurs with a light voice that spouts off that deep, gravelly tone that makes my insides clench.

Shining Star. The nickname makes the little light blonde hairs on my neck stand straight up and has my crimson cheeks flushed. He needs to stop.

I slowly lift my chin, and then my eyes meet his straight on. Butterflies flit through the pit of my stomach for just a second when his amber colored irises stay locked on mine. He gives me a once over, one eyebrow lifted as if I’ve piqued his interest, and that’s the last thing I want to be right now because these girls will give me hell about it.

Averting my eyes back to the floor to escape that growing tension in the air, I listen to Coach Carr go on about how she’s letting Joel take the reins. I can still feel his dark eyes honing in on me, and the room suddenly feels like the Texas summer heat, stifling and insufferable. I don’t care what it takes, but I will not think of Coach Miller as anything other than my coach. He may be handsome as hell, but there’s no way I’m going to simp like a lovesick puppy over him like every other girl in this gym.

Katelyn’s piercing blue eyes find mine in an instant when I finally find the strength to look up. Her painted red lips are pursed, and her high cheekbones look like they could cut straight through glass with the way she’s glaring. Her too-tight, sparkly white leotard shows off her curvy figure, and I know she’s already jealous of the attention I’m getting.

Great. Just great. That’s the last thing I wanted to happen. She already hates my guts; why did Coach Carr have to make it worse?

I concentrate back on the fabric of the ocean blue floor and pray it’ll swallow me whole. Cassie places a comforting palm on my shoulder and nudges me to see if I’m alright. I give her a tight-lipped smile and again pretend. So much for not feeling overwhelmed and anxious today.

Joel’s voice booms through the room, and my hesitant eyes slowly shift back up to him as he paces the floor and looks out to the sea of eager gymnasts. “Alright, ladies. Coach Carr here has given me a rundown of some of your routines, but I’d like to jus’ walk around the room today and get a feel for them and how your practices usually go. She was kind enough to let me scope the team out a few weeks ago. And I will say, I was very impressed. Some more than others.” His eyes shift to find mine, and I suddenly feel like a deer in the headlights. Blindsighted and paralyzed. He’ll surely collide right into me at the worst possible time when I don’t even see him coming.

He’s been at practice before? He’s watched me specifically? Oh, shit.

Some of the other girls giggle, but I stand frozen like a mouse caught in a trap. How can Coach Carr leave me alone with him? He’ll have me losing my balance over a simple split jump on the balance beam. But I won’t let that happen. Not a chance because I’m going to ice him out, just like I planned to do before I even knew he’d be the new coach.

“Okay, girls. I do have to get going, I'm afraid, but please be respectful to Coach Miller. He is a very good coach, and I expect you all to be on your best behaviors.” She gives all the girls a knowing look that says don’t test her, and then she makes her way over to me as some of the girls disperse around the gym.

“Ahh, my favorite athlete,” she smiles as she pulls me in for a tight squeeze. I breathe in her lemon perfume and memorize what it feels like to be embraced by her because I won’t have any more warm hugs after this. I’ll only have rough hands that maybe high five me for landing a double tuck on the mat, if that.

I squeeze her right back and hold on for dear life. “Please, don’t go. I need you,” I whine, afraid tears might run down my cheeks when I watch her walk out that door one last time.

“I’m sorry. Truly, I am. I hate leaving you, but you know I’ll be there for Regionals.” She gathers my hands in hers and squeezes gently. I feel the sting of fresh tears in the back of my eyes, and they start to gloss over.

“Hey, now,” she reassures me. “You’re going to be just fine without me. You have a great coach to take over my spot now.” She smiles warmly, but it doesn’t quite meet her bright blue eyes.

“But it’s not you. You promised to take me all the way to Nationals,” I pout, letting my bottom lip jut out as a cold tear slips free.

“Hey, no tears now. Everything will be okay. And I know I promised, but marriage and Eric’s new job just got in the way. I can’t tell you how sorry I truly am, but I still believe in you. You’ve got this, and Joel will take you to Nationals. I know he will.”

My eyes flick to him subtly, and I huff out a long sigh as my eyes start to narrow into thin slits. Joel wouldn’t take me to nationals. It was never his job to, and I sure as hell don’t want to put my faith in a new coach I know almost nothing about. I don’t care how good looking he is; he’s not my coach.

Coach Carr quickly picks up on my building anger and irritation to the whole situation, so she steers me back to look her dead in the eyes. “Hey, be nice. I don’t want you giving him trouble just because you’re upset,” she warns with a stern look written over her serious face.

“Who said I was going to give him trouble?” I scoff, kicking my heel into the blue padding of the floor like that will do me any good.

“Madison Summers!” She says my full name sharply like a mother would when their child is getting scolded, and her grip tightens on my hands. “Now, I know you very well. And I know when you’re upset. You can be upset with me, but please don’t take it out on him. He’s only here to help you reach your dreams, and I have no doubt that he’ll do just that. So give him a chance, for my sake. I wouldn’t leave you to someone I didn’t trust.”

I bite my lower lip and nod, turning my gaze back to Joel as he focuses on Giselle’s uneven bar routine, watching the way her sparkly red leotard shimmers in the glistening sunlight that melts through the glass windows. Sighing heavily, I agree to obey her wishes, “Okay, I guess I can try to play nice.”

She gives me a quick hug and squeezes tightly. “That’s my girl.” I let the warm comfort envelop me fully, remembering the scent of spearmint gum and lemon perfume. A smell I’ll soon only remember in my fading memory.

With one more hug, she sends her best wishes to me and says goodbye to the other girls, and then she’s just gone. A vacant ghost that’s disappeared into her new life.

A life that I won’t be in.

I watch the glass window like she’ll come back, like she was just kidding about leaving the entire time, but every second the clock ticks tells me she’s gone. And now I have to suffer without her. First it was my dad, now my favorite coach…

Dragging my feet on the thick carpet, I hold my head high and decide to focus on my balance beam routine today. I’ve been struggling with sticking my landings lately, and I need to focus.

Blocking out all the blaring music in the gym, I pull my head together and spend the next couple of hours perfecting my routine. Firm arms, chin up, jump high, dazzle the crowd, smile. But it’s hard faking a smile when my favorite coach just left me in the dust to deal with him. Coach Miller, the bane of my existence.

Pushing him clear out of my mind, I find my center and complete a back handspring, back tuck combination, throwing all my rolling emotions into quick motions. I think I have it but when I land, I find that I nearly get knocked off my center and almost go crashing down to the blue mat that sits beneath me.

Shit. Almost had it.

“Tuck your knees and point your toes harder.” The deep voice nearly takes me over the edge of the chalky beam.

“What?” I whisper out, looking up under my thick lashes, right at Joel fucking Miller.

“Tuck your knees more next time. It’ll speed up your rotation, and you’ll land solid. Pointin’ your toes harder will give you quicker and sharper movements. And remember, presentation is everything.” He leans against the white wall steadily, right next to one of the chalk stands and carelessly taps his index finger against his tanned forearm.

“My rotation was just fine,” I sneer.

“Could be quicker,” he defaults back quickly.

“I was quick enough,” I snap.

“Is that why you almost fell after your back tuck?” He tilts his head and gives me a contemplative look that dares me to challenge him. I bite my tongue in response and stare right into his big brown eyes, not saying a word.

God. Those fucking eyes.

“Jus’ try again,” he presses, his eyes fixed on me. I purse my lips and dig my hands into my hips, standing my ground as the balance beam becomes my rock. I don’t want to try again. At least not when he’s looking and has his eyes glued on every single move I make. I could’ve figured it out on my own how to perfect my landing.I don’t need him.

“I don’t got all day. The clock’s tickin’.” He points to the black military style watch on his left wrist and keeps his large arms glued across his chest, his thick eyebrows threading together like he expects me to fire off another sharp response.

I huff and get back into position, my toes pointed and resting right on the edge. I take one quick glance his way and then jolt my body backwards. With my toes pointed hard, almost sharp as a pencil, I flip into a back handspring, my fingers meeting the beam for just a second, and then I jump hard and high. Making sure to tuck my knees deeper into my chest, I flip into a back tuck easily. Every rotation seems sharper and faster, much better than the sluggish one I just did before. And before I know it, I’m landing perfectly on the balance beam, not even a single wobble flows through my body as I stick the landing.

Joel’s eyebrows raise, and the hint of a proud smirk shadows his mouth. I want to wipe that stupid smirk off his face because I know just what he’s thinking. He was right all along. “What’d I tell ya? Perfect landin’. Maybe you should listen to me after all, huh? Think I might know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.”

I roll my eyes and cross my arms firmly over my chest, standing with full attention on the balance beam. “I could’ve figured it out on my own.”

“You’re a stubborn thing, ain’t ya?” he chuckles, shaking his head as silver threads and sandy brown curls tousle with every movement he makes. His eyes are basically milk chocolate, the way they glitter in the sunlight when he’s laughing. And I fucking hate it.

“Apparently,” I shrug, giving him a stern look while I lick my tongue against my bottom teeth aggressively.

“We’ll jus’ have to work on that then, won’t we?” He tips his head my way and pushes off the wall, flexing his rock hard biceps as he waltzes away with a stupid grin spread across his mouth.

I clench my fists at my sides and dig my heels into the firm balance beam, trying my best to keep my wits about me. Stupid Coach Miller and his sly remarks.

Stubborn thing, ain’t ya. I scoff at the statement. Of course I’m stubborn. If he thinks he’ll get on my good side and tear down my walls then he’s sadly mistaken. I won’t budge. No. I’ll just have to show him how much more stubborn I can be.

This isn’t his gym. This is mine. And I plan to make that very clear.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x oc #Joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x ofc #joel miller x original character #joel miller fan fiction #coach! Joel #gymnastics au #no outbreak au #pre outbreak!joel

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Hiiiiiii can I request where Chuuya and Fyodor's s/o got captured by Dazai to be interrogate and torture for info but there's no need to do that because s/o just tells Dazai all the half-truths BUT IN RIDDLES and also s/o despite being put in an isolated glass room she is still very much in control of the situation and she can honestly get out of the room anytime she wants but not without spilling some blood ofcourse.

You really should get out more - that's what you were thinking anyway. Sure, getting kidnapped and interrogated by the ADA wasn't on your agenda for the day, but hey, plans change all the time. You smiled, flexing your wrists in the fragile cuffs keeping them behind your back.

The key was always remaining flexible.

So yes, you were quite relaxed. Your underground 'prison' was devoid of any distractions, but as always, you were never one to waste times when there were silver linings to be found. It allowed you time; time to think, to plot, to come up with a thousand escape plans, all involving varying degrees of blood and gore. Fyodor wouldn't come to your aid- you were sure of that much. Perhaps that would be insulting to others, but to you, the message was clear: he trusted you. He trusted that his little bird, his little love, his darling with the knife-tipped fingers and the bloody smile would find their way back to him no matter what. It would be child's play, getting out; another thing you knew for certain. Even with the ADA trapping you, you had deduced a few critical facts. One- they had hidden your current location from you, leaving you in the dark as to where you were. Two- the amounts of time between visitors averaged around an hour between each encounter. Three- They always came in alone, and there were only three suspects you'd come to expect. The conclusion you had come to made you smile even wider in your solitude: not only were they weakened significantly, their members were stretched far too thin to possibly stand a chance at containing you if it came down to it.

yes, you knew it sure as you knew your own name.

And it maddened the man sitting across the room from you despite his best attempts to hide it.

Osamu Dazai was quickly falling into a battle of wits with you, baited by your silence and your odd little smiles.

"You already know my question," he smiled, approaching you. "So I'll ask again for the last location of Fyodor's base of operations as you know it."

"And my answer has not changed, detective- you're an even bigger idiot than you look if you think I'm simply going to tell you." Instead of keeping your eyes lowered in some vain attempt to hide any 'tells,' you kept your eyes up. You stared him down, lips curling up into a pleasant smile. "You're welcome to leave and send in another one of your associates to try again."

He turns away, sneering as he striped off his coat, dropping it on the floor before revealing a wickedly pointed knife that reflected the slightly deranged gleam in his eyes. They chilled you, those eyes- how similar they were to Fyodor's, not in appearance maybe, but in their cool ruthlessness, in their kaleidoscopic depth that made you feel at once safe and critically endangered.

'I could hurt you, you know," he purred, slipping behind you, roughly pulling your head back by your hair and exposing the smooth column of your throat to him.

"You could," you agree, still smiling. "But what good will spilling my blood do you? Other than making me more inclined to lie in order to stop the pain...Really, what cards do you have to play? You have no way of proving what I say is true; anything I tell you is tantamount to sending you on a wild goose chase even if it is true. I suppose you could kill me, but then you've lost the closest chance you have at finding the man you seek." His eyes narrow as you chuckle. "And the longer you wait to decide what to do with me, the higher the risk grows that I will grow bored and simply walk away, leaving you lot empty handed." You swallow hard as the blade finds your jugular, a slip of a finger being the difference between life and death.

"And anyway, you've walked on the ground you seek already...it's not my fault you're too blind to see it. At this point your wasting my time, running in circles when you've found the answer. You dogs, detectives- you'd rather gnaw on the bone of a satisfying interrogation than tie up the loose ends you've already begun to unravel! The answer is so simple, you've never even thought to look- the easiest way to confuse smart people, I find, is to make the solutions to their problems the most obvious one."

You're close enough that you can register the look that crosses Dazai's face- the look of a man who's been given the all important device when it comes to solving any puzzle: a clue.

"Where?"

You let your head fall to the side, nicking your skin in the process. "Oh no, detective, I'm afraid that's all I'm inclined to offer.

Your intentions were clear - goading a man like Osamu Dazai was a dangerous game, and yet here you were. He spun the knife in his hands, until the point hovered directly above your heart. "Where?"

This time, you simply let your head fall back, smiling insipidly as you feel your ability floating at the edges of your consciousness, begging you to harness it.

"Really?" His voiced hissed in your ear, venomous and angry as he began to lose his patience. "You talk too much too often and choose now to be silent?"

"You talk too much detective-

next time, I would advise you to keep your eyes on the hands of your captives rather than their mouths."

In the time it takes to blink, you had him on the wall, as you used your hands to wrap the handcuffs around his throat and squeeze, his knife now tucked neatly against his pulse point.

"I warned you, detective- next time, I advise you to not let me get bored."

You smiled sweetly at him one last time, tightening the chain as you pecked his cheek.

"Do svidaniya!"

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs #fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader

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Wildcats (Part XXX)

XXX. Out in the cold

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your family sets on a warpath you know you will not survive.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, cursing, talks about imprisonment, talks about burning with iron, re-burning with iron, injuries, talks about a beating, SMUT, unprotected sex (which I don’t encourage), cum eating, oral sex (F receiving), might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Uffff… I think this is an intense chapter, poor guys can’t catch a break jeje

You don’t remember what you were dreaming, because you took a couple of seconds to regain your bearings. What you did notice, is that you were awake, and still, when you opened your eyes there was a couple of seconds in which you couldn’t see anything.

Just like at night in that cell

So you jumped, with a scared whimper escaping from your lips.

Where you back there? had you dreamed it all? the rescue?

“Hey, hey”, Daryl’s voice, and arms came quickly, soothing you instantly.

“Oh, I’m sorry, for a second I thought… I was still in that box”, you whimpered

“Yer’ home, yer’ safe”, he said gently, you looked outside, and it was still dark, you didn’t even know what woke you up

It was one thing to want to get over what happened to you, the other, was to actually be able to do it.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered

“Aint nothin’ to be sorry for”, he said, his hand caressing your arm, your back, softly. Your body shook a bit, sometimes, involuntarily, it did, and Daryl didn’t know what to do, it was impossible for you to be closer than you were right now, but you felt like you wanted to crawl inside of him, being impossibly closer.

“What can I do?”, he asked, and you whimpered because of how bad you felt, you felt weak, you felt like a liability, you didn’t kill those men, you let them took you so they tortured you and now your entire family and community saw you as this broken thing, and in some degree, you knew you were that broken little thing they saw you as now.

“Nothing”, you said gently, caressing his face in the dark, “you are the best man I could have asked for, thank you”, you said, you pulled his shirt a bit up, and sneaked a hand underneath, you wanted to feel him, the warmth of his skin.

“You don’t need to thank me”, he said carefully

“Yes I do”, you said, “yes I do”, you echoed. You leaned in and kissed him on his chest, making him took a sharp breath, you caressed his sides as you accommodate more on top of him

“Hey”, he called gently, you could tell that he was in between fighting it, or letting you have it.

“I just want to feel you”, you whispered, this time, you went upwards, against his neck

“R ya’ sure?”, he mumbled, his voice thicker than usual

“Yes”, you said shakily, that made him put his hands on your shoulders, to stop you. “Are you?”

“Yer hurt”, he said gently

“I want to feel your hands on me”, you said, “I want to forget the way they grabbed me… I don’t want to feel anything but you”, you said. You didn't need anything else, no more prep time, you could feel how hard he was underneath you, so you just got rid of your pants, ignoring the pain in your body and you straddled him. You got rid of his shirt, and he was playing along with you.

You lowered his pants just enough to free his hard cock, you pumped it a couple of times with your hand, making him whimper. He did as you wanted him to, he caressed every inch he could, with his rough hands, but in a way so gentle, it made you almost purr.

You both moaned when you lowered yourself over him, it was a stretch, but it felt so fucking good. You stayed like that for long, delightful seconds, with him all the way inside of you.

“Fuck”, you moaned.

“Yer gonna kill me woman”, he mumbled, lost in bliss. You started moving, slowly but sensually, making sure to feel each detail, each veins and ridge of his cock inside of you. Soon he was trembling underneath you, his hand on your hips, on your ribcage, on your breasts, on your thighs, waist, everywhere, as you rode him, each second more sloppily, you were already losing it.

You cummed shortly after, and he was about to. He made you release him, you did so with a whimper. You looked down and you saw him cumming, white ropes of cum spurting into his belly.

“Let me clean you up”, you muttered

“Ya’ dun’ have to”, he whimpered, you loved him like this, while you were having sex, sometimes it gave you the impression that he was so vulnerable.

“I want to”, you kneeled by his side on your bed, leaned in, and without even thinking about it, you licked his cum off of his skin. You moaned, when you felt his taste, licking even more until there was nothing left. He was a bit of a shaking mess when you were done, he dragged you to kiss him intensely, while he had you in his grasp, he wrapped his arms around you making you turn, he adjusted his pants and spooned you, kissing the side of your face.

“I love ya”, he whispered

“I love you too”, Alexander was right, you needed to regain control of your body, and with that in mind you went back to a dreamless sleep.

You woke up with wet kisses on the side of your face, the sun barely peeking, pinkish-orangey light coming in.

“My turn to service you, darlin”, you giggled as you heard his rough voice in your ear, making your skin prickle.

“Good mornin”, you whispered. He made you lay down on the bed, so he could accommodate himself between your legs

“Can’t decide if I want ya’ on yer back or sittin’ on my face”

“You’ll suffocate”, you warned.

“Nah”, he said, “But I wanna see your beautiful face”, you moaned in protest, trying to close your legs, “what’s the matter woman?”, he chuckled,

“I’ve never felt comfortable…”, you confessed, “when they went down on me”

“But ya like it?”, he asked

“Yeah”, you admitted

“Then lemme do it”, he said then, his hands spread your legs gently, caressing your thighs making them tremble. Who hasn't been a bit… self-conscious? Is everything alright? groomed? smell?, you whimpered, but everything, absolutely everything went to second or third place in your list of priorities when you felt his wet tongue in your folds

“Fuck”, you whimpered, it was messy, wet, and completely enjoyable, he was slurping, eating you out like you were the last meal on the planet and he was starving. “Daryl”, you moaned, you couldn’t resist and grabbed onto his locks, keeping him there.

You came undone in minutes, all over his face, for you it was embarrassing but for him, was a prideful moment, you could see it in his wide… wet.. smile

“Fuck darlin”, he purred, kissing the inside of your thighs. “Never dun that’ before, wanted to for a while now”

“WHAT?”, you asked, impressed, he kept dropping kisses in your skin

“Now I want ya to be a good gurl and stay in bed”, he whispered, kissing your belly, then covering it with your shirt.

“Only if you stay here with me”, you begged, he kissed you then, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

“I got a couple f’things I need to do”, he said with a soft smile. “Need ta talk ta Rick”

Another big no no in apocalypse times? Lazy days in bed.

You were survivors not… vivors?

“Then I make no promises”, you said with a cheeky smile, he gave you one last kiss before he left the room and you pouted.

He might be a morning bird, but you were not.

You took the pills but before they kicked in, you really needed to asset the damage, the bruises barely hurt when somebody touched you, so you could move freely as the wound in your shoulder was pretty much healed, but there was a particularly nasty bruise in your ribs that bothered you, when you moved and when you laughed or took a long breath.

Denise discarded a broken rib, so that’s that. And your arm, your arm still burned.

So… ribs and arm, that’s it.

So when the pills started to kick in, you slipped a couple of more hours to sleep.

When you finally resurfaced, the house was empty, of course all of them were doing important things out there, patrolling, farming, trading, you even felt guilty.

You haven’t even gotten to the porch when you saw Smith coming into the house, you immediately got into alert mode. Looking everywhere, but you were alone.

When he saw you he smiled, and opened the door coming straight for you.

“Hey darlin”, he greeted with a toothy smile, “how are you?”

“Hey”, you said, taking a step back. You didn’t even knew why you were acting like this, before you wouldn't have even blinked, and now being with an unknown man made you feel like you're drowning, and you needed to hold onto something to keep afloat, something… or someone familiar

“Are you alright?”, he asked

“I’m fine”, you assured him

“You… went through some heavy shit”, he said, and he was one of those people who you didn’t know if he was being serious or not.

“Who hasn’t? In this fucked up world?”, you offered, not wanting to share.

“What did they do to you?”, he asked, he seemed impatient, but not towards you, but towards the answer. He took a step towards you, you took a step back. What they did wasn’t public knowledge, you only had told Rick, Daryl of course, Michonne heard, and Alexander. It wasn’t a secret, but… you were getting tired of saying

“They wanted to know the location of our community…”, you said gently, he seemed so concerned, angry, more like it, he seemed to want to know, like Daryl would like to know, for vengeance purposes, so that made you relax into his presence. You needed to get to know him, he was part of this place now. “... and when I didn’t give it, they stuffed me into a cell, fed me dogfood sandwiches, I tried to fight back, had knives on me, so they came in stronger, beat me up”, you said simply, by this point it was like a tape on repeat, “I knew one of them, back from the beginning, so, he tried to convinced me to join them, when I wouldn’t, he made Negan’s right hand burn me, two letters on my forearm”, he seemed to be getting angrier each word I said, but again, not at you.

“May I…?”, he asked, and he seemed so determined to know, you let him, when he saw it, you were pretty sure he was about to punch something or someone. He seemed to calm himself down a bit, and then raised his eyes to look at you, “I’m so sorry darlin”, he said, and he looked like he meant it

“It’ll heal”, you said, “and I managed to keep that info to myself, for how short that might be”, you said with a soft smile.

“Did you see this Negan guy?”, he asked, more interested

“Nope, but, he wasn’t there. I think he was away from the main compound, giving directions from afar, you know? I think they were running a bit wild because he wasn’t there”

“Is that what you think?”, he asked, more entertained

“Yeah, he runs a huge operation, he doesn’t struck me as the guy who would so stuff like this just because”, you muttered, “but I don’t know this guy, so…”, you smiled weirdly at him, and he looked at you, amused, “I’m sorry if I haven’t been welcoming”, you changed the subject brutally, “I was into something else when you guys showed up and then… this”, you offered, “I trust Deanna’s judgment, and I hope you can make yourselves feel at home here… is us against the dead, right? we living people need to stay together”, you offered.

You had been judgemental, and you could only imagine what those three lived out there, well, just like you, you wouldn’t want to feel like an outsider on the only island in the middle of a sea of death, right?

He looked at you, so into your eyes, like he was trying to figure out if you meant it, and a few seconds later, he felt content with your honesty

“Thank you darlin, you are so sweet”, he said gently, “despite everything you still… keep that… hospitality”, he said, you smiled

“Have you seen my… Daryl… have you seen Daryl?”, he didn’t react very positively to the word boyfriend, you were more than that… and honestly? you also found it a bit weird, to call him that. Smith chuckled right in front of you

“Your Daryl is out there, hadn’t seen him recently though”, he said, entertained. “Which reminds me, I came to get you because the big boss wants us in the church”

“The big boss?”, you asked him

“Rick”, he said, “seemed serious”

“Alright, let’s do it”, you said with a soft smile. You went there together, there were already people there, Daryl, for example, he frowned when he saw you coming in with Smith by your side, he walked towards you like he was in a hurry, and then he placed his hand on your hip and walked you away from him.

“Hey”, you greeted happily, not really understanding why he acted so rushed

“What are ya doin’ with that guy?”, he asked, a bit harshly if you had to put a word to it

“He game to grab me for this meeting”, you explained, “where have you been?”

“Rick wannas’ on the front”, he murmured

“What’s this about?”, you asked him softly

“It’s finally happenin”, he said, almost excitedly, “we are gonna get this fuckers”

“What fuckers?”, you sat front row, and got interrupted as Rick took the alter, with Deanna

“We need to talk about a hostile group…”, Rick commenced the reunion, “The Saviors”, he continued, you got serious all of a sudden, “we have been having encounters with them, first they met Daryl, (y/n), Rosita, Abraham and Eugene on their way back from DC, they were going to kill them for the things they had”, he said, you saw the scared faces of the Alexandrians, “then back again when we were out there last week, they took (y/n)”, he said, and you felt all his eyes on you, “they kept her and tortured her for a week, did you know what they wanted? they wanted to know the location to this place, so they could come here, beat one of us to death in front of us, and intimidate us into giving them everything we have and than half of what we’re able to scavenge, or make”, you heard gasps and frightened whispers, Daryl’s eyes were on you, “we know where one of their outposts is, we have an idea where their main base is, we need to do something before it's too late”

“You say we should attack them?”, asked Aaron

“It’s us, or it's gonna be them”, said Rick, “it's a matter of time”, Deanna seemed concerned, truly concerned.

“Rick, is too risky”, she said finally, “we are not killers, were are not military men”

“The leader of the bike gang said that they had been looking into us for a while”, you said out loud, “I remember it”, more frightened wipers followed your statement

“But the men in the base didn’t know?”, asked someone

“They didn’t seem to connect the dots, maybe the communication between them is a bit flawed”, you offered

“Like I said… it’s a matter of time”, said Rick, “now we are not alone in this, thanks to Jesus we know that a fellow community, the Hilltop, also deals with the saviors… and they also might be interesting in joining us against the,”

“And attack them?”, asked Glenn, which surprised you. “We don’t have the numbers, we don’t have the guns!”, said Glenn, “you saw that outpost”

“Is all about the element of surprise”, said Rick, “we cannot sit here, and do nothing”, Deanna looked hauntingly to the back of the church, you tried to follow her gaze but there was just too many people

A discussion ensued, voices raised, for those who support Rick, and others who didn’t

“(y/n) has seen them!”, someone said, “why don’t we ask her what she thinks?”, Daryl’s gaze was on you, you didn’t know what he expected. Suddenly everyone was quiet, and looking at you, especially Rick and Deanna. You hated being put in the spotlight right now, especially since you heard Rick’s idea, what he wanted to do.

You could feel your heart in your throat

“Rick got a good point”, you said out loud, you grabbed onto Daryl’s hand tightly, “it's only a matter of time until they find us…”, more whispers ensued, “but… there is not possible way in which we attack them, a war ensues, and we survive it”, now the voices raised in the room

“We should negotiate”, said Tyresse

“That’s what we should do?”, asked Maggie, but she seemed to be sarcastic

“He is right, If we don’t want a war in our hands, we should try to negotiate with them, set the rules before they can”, said Glenn

“You are saying we should try to negotiate?”, Rick asked, and you could tell that it was not what he expected at all

Yes, you thought, Is that or we pack it up and leave, and now you could hear enraged voices. Daryl huffed beside you, releasing your hand, you looked at him and saw he was angry

“And what deal will we be able to make?”, asked Rick again, looking all around

“We need to figure it out”, said Tyresse this time, “offer them something so they leave us alone”

“Nah, we kill those son’bitches”, muttered Daryl by your side.

“Making a deal with them, is not something we are going to be able to live with”, he said, “you know what happened in Hilltop, they will ask more, and more, and if one of us looks at them the wrong way, they will kill one of us, or more of us”

“Rick if we go to war we all might die!”, Glenn said, exasperated, and everyone got quiet. Rick came for you, grabbed you gently and went with him.

“If we negotiate with them… we will lose the element of surprise and in this case, this is everything”, he said, “If you think they are ever going to treat us fairly, you’re wrong”, he said. He grabbed your arm then, showed it to all those people in the church, you just let him, like you were a rag doll, but you felt tears spring to your eyes. People gasped, as they saw the still raw letters, as Rick used you for propaganda, “NS… Negan’s Saviors”, said Rick outloud, “they want to own us, make us bend, for us to work for them, provide for them, without getting nothing in return but death”, he said then, “we can beat them, we can”, he then looked at you, how you began to tremble, bitter tears running down your cheeks

You wanted to say something, you wanted to scream, that you were not going to be able to fight them, that many were going to die, and the rest will become some sort of slaves, you remembered the fear you felt, while they locked you up in that small dark broom closet, you remembered what kept you going, the idea that if you kept quiet, if you resisted, you were going to save your family, and now your family wanted to go to war, Rick was convincing them to.

You needed to say something, to give arguments, to scare them, like you were, but nothing came to life, you didn’t twist the air to carry your words, nothing came out, just tears.

You only came to your senses again when Rick called your name, you looked at him, and realized everyone was still looking at you

“We’re all gonna die”, you managed to whimper, only Rick and Deanna heard you. Rick and Daryl, potentially the most important men in your life, were on a warpath, you were one of the only people who can stop them, and the only thing you wanted to do was curl up and cry.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and you walked hastily out of there.

You never thought you’d be here again, but… here you were. You hugged your legs as you intently counted the corrugated metal, as you had climbed onto the roof, looking back at the tall metal wall.

They had called for you, but you didn’t stop.

You weren’t angry at Rick for grabbing you, you were angry because he wanted to fight, he wanted to go to war, he didn’t want to get rid of a quarry full of walkers, that were still looming over you, and yet, he wanted to kill -or try- hundreds of people

“They're looking for you”, said Carl, slipping through the window to sit by your side

“How did you know where to find me?”, you asked with a soft smile

“Hunch”, he said simply, “why don’t you want to go to war?”, he asked

“You were there?”, you asked him, he shrugged, “it's not something we can win”, you said, “I just want us to be safe, you know? alive”

“Those guys really scared you”, he wasn’t asking

“Yes they did”, you assured him, “the hate they have, the entitlement, to bend us to their will… is frightening”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”, he asked

“I don’t know”, you said, “the words wouldn’t come out”

“I think we should go and kill them all”, he said, you looked back at him

“Carl...”

“Yeah I know that we might die”, he said, “but after everything we went through… I think they will all prefer to fight”, he assured you. “everything we got, we got it fighting, do you really think we are just going to let them take it?”, he had a good point, “besides, if they do go to war… wouldn’t you want to be by their side?”

“Of course I would”, you whispered, “but…”, you sighed, “we should be worrying about the dead, not about the fucking living trying to kill us”, you whispered, hugging yourself tighter. You knew what Daryl wanted to do, he wanted to kill them all, go to war, go in guns blazing. And the very thought scared you to death.

They had held him in gun point and stole the only possessions he had

They had grabbed you and kept you for a week.

He wanted them gone, he wanted to kill them himself.

You still didn’t know what to do, well… except for one thing… one thing you had to do

“Thank you dude”, you said, slapping his hat playfully. You left him there and went to find her.

You found her easily, in her house, which was weirdly empty. She seemed surprised when she opened the door for you, and extremely nervous, but she let you in with a smile. She wasn’t at the meeting either, and you wondered why.

“Sorry for not stopping by yesterday”, she offered, pretending you were just one of the ladies of Alexandria, “I was just about to go and give you these…”, she said, offering you a tupperware filled with cookies, you smiled at it, but then you looked at her

“I’ll have one after”, you said, she frowned

“After what?”

“I need you to help me with something”, you said. And you showed her your brand, she swallowed hard when she saw it, but you didn’t come here for her pity. “Help me fix this”, she looked at you, almost scared. But then she hardened her stare. Dropping the ALexandrian facade.

“Fine”, she said

You lit up one of the burners of the stove and you placed a metal piece that was a small “line”

“Why did you come to me?”, she asked you, you looked back at her with a look that could only say “are you kidding me?”

“C’mon Carol, you are the only option for this, besides, you kinda owe me”, you accused. She nodded, accepting your answer.

You folded a leather belt and placed it in your mouth, so you could bite into it as Carol burned you with metal again.

She managed to turn the N into a warped A with a 1, and the S into an 8.

A18, The Alexandria 18, or at least that is what you wanted to mean.

You looked at the symbol embedded into your skin and your eyes filled with tears because of the pain, but it was worth it, if you delayed it more, it would heal weird. You released your mouth from the leather belt, trying to wipe your tears.

“Hey, look at me”, said Carol, you raised your eyes to meet hers, she grabbed your head gently, to make you focus on her, “you will get through this”, she said firmly, “you survived it, and one day soon, the bastards will be dead, and you, you will still be here”, you nodded, “because that’s what we do, we survive, we are the ones to make it”

“Thank you”, you whispered, she nodded, very determined, “I don’t want to be on your bad side Carol”, you said, a little choked, “I love him, like I never thought I was going to love somebody, and you are one of the most important people to him”.

“We’ll work it out”, she offered, you nodded, she still was cradling your face with her hands, she made you lean in and kissed you on your forehead. She then pulled you for a hug, and you hugged her back, tightly.

“Hey what’s goin’ on?”, it wasn’t recriminatory, you separated and saw Daryl there looking at the both of you with a little smile

“Girl talk”, said Carol with a smile, an honest smile

“What does it smell like burning meat?”, he asked, you shared looks with Carol, and then shook your head

“No idea”, you both said at the same time.

“The usual package won’t work with these people”, muttered Negan, looking at the darkened street, “I can see it”

“We know what their plans are going to be, we could easily end them”, said Gary

“Yeah, I know”, he whispered, “those idiots back at the Sanctuary jumped the gun, they might as well ruined everything”, he said, grunting

“There are not… the kind of people we deal with”, said Laura, “Rick’s group is dangerous…”

“Are you having second thoughts Laura?”, asked Negan, entertained

“Deanna clearly can’t control them”, she said, “like she said she would”

“Yeah, she can’t”, he said, “And I do know the easiest thing would be to kill them all, but I might find some use for them yet… I have an idea…”

“Boss, I want to go home already”, growled Gary, already tired of his games, and Negan often thought about the fact he should have brought someone else with him… someone more approachable

“And we will my impatient friend”, Negan chuckled, “soon, and we might even take some very special new friends back with us”, he said with a cheeky smile

PCN: I feel so sinful, writing smut with Daryl, I hope I’m not disappointing you, because each time I write the word “cock” I cringe so bad, I love Daryl so much and I want to do right by him. You won’t believe the dirty sh*t I have written for my darker fics (HOTD, Marvel), and yet with Daryl I feel almost bad no matter how vanilla it is.

Anyways… Do you think it's time for him to pop the question? I already want to refer to Daryl as her husband, and us his wife, I’ve been hinting at it, I refuse to use the words “girlfriend” and “boyfriend” haha

I’m chatty today… Negan’s plan is about to be discovered… and also, I got the idea of the branding and re-branding (pun intended) of a scene out of Orange is the New Black

taglist @crazyunsexycool @capricxnt

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avaantares · 8 months

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Emotion-wrecking scenes? In my Guardian?

(It's more likely than you may think!)

When it comes to scenes that gut us, I feel like we (the fandom, collectively) tend to fixate on the tragedy of Weilan -- and, I mean, fair -- but in terms of sheer emotional impact, this scene, in which Chu Shuzhi learns that Guo Changcheng did not return to Haixing with him, is one of the most brutal in the entire series. Possibly because it's part of a bait-and-switch that spans multiple episodes and is engineered to pull the rug out from under you. Maybe because it involves characters who have been largely treated as one-dimensional and/or comic relief for most of the series, so it's an unexpected turn. Or perhaps it's so powerful simply because it's a completely terrestrial bit of drama -- there's no CGI, no greenscreening, no fake blood, no suspension of disbelief required. And it's something we've all experienced, at some level: Coming out of a situation where you think everything is okay, only to be blindsided with the worst news possible. We all know what that feels like, to some degree. Many of us know firsthand how devastating it is to wake from a dream in which a loved one is still alive, only to remember seconds later that they aren't.

Of course the characters and their history are a significant part of it, too. Not only do we see the heretofore unbreakable Chu Shuzhi be absolutely destroyed in real time by the realization that he has effectively caused the death of another younger brother (a relationship that Chu Shuzhi only let himself admit during the riverside conversation in his dream), but Zhao Yunlan is the one who has to break the news to him -- Zhao Yunlan, who is already stressed and suffering over Shen Wei's imprisonment and torture and the betrayal of Haixing Inspectorate and everything else that's gone wrong in the past 24 hours, who is no stranger to loss himself, and who can't bring himself to even mention the mistakes Lao Chu made that led to this situation. Despite the fact that he dragged Lao Chu into his office and literally shouted at him the previous day over sending the puppet into Zhu Hong's dream, he knows there is nothing he can say now that will even register as a reprimand. Chu Shuzhi has failed not only Hei Pao Shi, but the SID as well, and lost the person closest to him. Zhao Yunlan doesn't say anything to assuage Lao Chu's guilt, but also can't say anything to make it worse, and defends his silence to Da Qing in the following scene. (And at some level, he's probably thinking about how Xiao Guo is also his responsibility, and he's worried that Shen Wei will be the next to fall on his watch. Layers upon layers.)

But most of that is just background for the scene itself. What really sells the sequence is the phenomenal acting: Jiang Mingyang's emotionally raw breakdown, and a more understated but no less effective performance by Bai Yu.

OOF.

Just more proof that this cast was too good for this show.*

* I say this while holding deep affection for the drama, but also acknowledging that I've acted in literal class projects that had better production values. Also one Asylum film, which almost certainly had a lower budget than Guardian and still managed to have better special effects -- which is saying something, coming from the studio whose most successful commercial venture was Sharknado.

(This wasn't at all what I originally had planned for the "Revelations" square on my @guardianbingo card, but I was skimming through the episode looking for a reference for a different prompt, and the power of this bit struck me afresh, so I decided to focus on the unpleasant revelation in this scene instead.)

#guardian #zhen hun #meta #chu shuzhi #zhao yunlan #guardian bingo fest #my gifs as in the peanut butter

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trickphotography2 · 1 year

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 8

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 5.6k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 7 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 8

Light touches drifted across your body as Jake rocked his hips against your ass. He entwined your fingers, palm pressed to the back of your hand, and drew it to your chest, holding you tighter against himself. Moaning, you nuzzled into the pillow, fighting against waking as he chuckled in your ear.

You’d almost dozed again when he shifted, pulling away the blanket and gently rolling you onto your stomach. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as you groaned at the loss of his warmth. He trailed kisses down your back, stubble providing a rough counterpoint to his soft lips while slowly drawing your panties down your legs. “You’re the worst,” you mumbled.

“Gotta be nice to me today,” he said. Gently, he moved your right leg to a 90-degree angle - one of your favorite sleeping positions when your boyfriend wasn’t hogging the bed. You opened one eye to look over your shoulder at him. It was hard to see in the dark bedroom, but Jake was on his knees, straddling your left leg and fisting his cock as he looked at you spread out for him. Smiling sleepily, you wiggled your hips and heard his answering huffed laugh. The bed dipped as he stretched out over you, dick heavy on your ass as he grabbed your left hand and pressed it onto the mattress, his fingers wrapped around yours.

“Always nice to you.”

“You are when you want to.” His lips grazed your cheek before kissing the corner of your mouth. You smiled into the pillow when he dragged his cock along your core and hummed. “So wet already. Havin’ sweet dreams, darlin’?” When you moved to chase his touch, he tutted. Jake’s free hand rested on your thigh as he used his weight to pin you to the bed, holding you still. “Don’t move, darlin’. Lemme take care of my sleepy girl.” Slowly he pressed into you. Your breath stuttered, lips parting as you fought the instinct to move. His fingers gripped yours tightly as he dragged his cheek against your shoulder. The rough sensation made you shiver. Quickly, you shoved away the pillow so your face rested on the mattress before reaching back to grab his ass.

“Fuck,” you breathed when his torturously slow movements stilled.

“Be a good girl.” You clenched around him and heard his answering hiss. “Darlin’.” His voice, while strained, held a warning.

“You’re not playing fair, Jacob.”

“Anyone ever tell you that life’s not fair?”

“Once or twice.” After moving your hair over one shoulder, he grabbed your hand and pinned it to the mattress beside your head. His breath was hot on your neck as he enveloped you, covering your body with his own. Jake watched you as he began to move again. Saw you dig your teeth into your lower lip. The tiny twitches of your face when he glided over a sensitive spot. How your eyes rolled behind their lids. He could feel your slow breaths, your back brushing his chest, and your exhales on his wrist. When he was fully inside, Jake dropped his head to your shoulder. “Baby,” you whined when he didn’t move.

“Patience, darlin’. Wan’ you to get used to it. Wanna try something new later.” Your grip on his hands tightened the longer he stayed still - it felt like ages but must have been only a few minutes. It was agony, feeling his every twitch without getting any relief for the need you felt. Without conscious thought, your breathing synchronized. Finally - finally! - his control wavered. It was just the smallest of movements, a light push that had you clenching as he brushed your cervix. You whimpered, tensing at the deep penetration. “Okay?” His voice was shaky, and you quickly nodded.

“More.”

“Greedy girl,” Jake cooed. Lazily, he pulled completely out, and you gasped at the emptiness.

And then he repeated it.

The slow glide over your g-spot to bump your cervix before waiting too long and withdrawing.

“Look at me, baby.” You forced your eyes open, looking over your shoulder to meet his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, only a thin line of green visible. When your eyes fluttered closed, he would stop. On the fourth time, you felt a drop of sweat hit your shoulder.

“Jake, I can’t,” you panted. Tears streamed across the bridge of your nose as you shook.

“You’re bein’ so good for me, darlin’. Just a little more - stay still for me a bit longer.” When you choked out a sob, Jake let go of one of your hands and reached up to brush away your tears. “You cryin’ for me, sweetheart? So pretty when you cry,” he whispered. Your fingers clutched the sheets. Kissing across your shoulders, he slid his hand under you and pressed against your lower stomach.

The pleasure that had been coiling snapped at the extra pressure, making you feel so full. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you curled in on yourself, pushing against his caging embrace. Jake grunted, tightening his grip on you as your core clenched tightly around him. Grinning, he sped up his thrusts but not enough to give you the delicious friction you wanted.

Your whole body shook, and your ears rang as you came down from your high. You were too tired to do anything as Jake sought his own pleasure. After a few more thrusts, you felt him still as he came.

He collapsed on you, forcing you into the mattress. After a few minutes, he rolled onto his side, taking you with him. His softening cock was still buried inside you as he slid a hand down your body to draw light circles on your clit. The second orgasm was nowhere near as intense, and you came with a strangled moan, nails digging into Jake’s forearm.

“Love you so damn much,” he said, using his finger to tilt your head towards him. His lips brushed yours in a tired kiss. “Go back to sleep, darlin’.”

“Happy birthday,” you mumbled before dozing off while he lightly traced between your legs where you were still joined.

You woke the second time to Jake lifting and draping your leg over his. His cock, still inside of you, was hard. He thrust languidly while plucking your nipples. “You awake, darlin’?” Rather than answer, you rolled your hips back against him. Thankfully, it seemed like he wasn’t willing to draw out this second round. When his hand drifted down your body towards your clit, you grabbed it and shook your head.

“Too much.”

“Is this okay?” he asked, stilling when he was inside you. You bit your lip and nodded, clenching around him. Jake inhaled sharply. “C’mere.” Quickly, he pulled out - hushing your whine - and encouraged you to roll to face him. After positioning your thigh over his hip, he stroked the line of your jaw and licked into your mouth while fucking you. He groaned against your lips as he spilled into you again. “You sure I can’t make you come again?” he panted, sweaty forehead pressed to yours.

“No. But we should probably clean up - our alarms are going to go off soon.” But when you shifted, Jake’s hand curled around your ass, pulling you closer.

“Can we wait a bit? I, uh…” he looked at you through his lashes, pink dusting his cheeks. “I like just being in you.” Rather than answer, you nuzzled closer until his chin rested on your head, fingers running the length of his spine.

“This your kink of the month?” you asked.

“I don’t have a kink of the month.”

“You absolutely do,” you countered with a yawn. Pressing your fingers into his back, you counted them off. “You like when I’m mouthy, holding me down - ”

“That’s yours.”

“You like it just as much. Last month it was me crying during intense sex, and now it’s this.”

“That’s four. We’ve been together five months.”

“You like edging and making me come more often than I want.”

“Damn. You’ve made me into a degenerate, darlin’. Never did this with anyone else.” The admission made you smile, and you pulled away to tip your head up. Jake took the hint and kissed you.

“My degenerate birthday boy,” you breathed against his lips, squeezing your internal muscles and grinning at his moan. “It’s a good thing I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Jake eventually got out of bed and started the shower once his first alarm went off. His eyes tracked his cum, smearing your inner thighs as you walked into the bathroom once the water was warm. When he tried to go for round three, you reminded him that you both needed to make it to work on time, then spent the rest of the time teasing him, taking extra care to lather your hair and scrub your body clean. Just when his restraint was about to break, you pecked his lips and got out, promising him a honey lavender latte when he was done.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he bent you over the bed and gave your ass two heavy swats. “Supposed to be hitting you for your birthday,” you mumbled, then yelped when he gave you a third.

“Is there anything else you need me to pick up at the store?” you asked, dancing around him in the kitchen as you both tried to prepare your coffees and lunches. You slid your phone across the counter towards him with the notes app open. He quickly scrolled through it and shook his head.

“Can’t think of anything.”

“And you’re sure you don’t want to do something fancier for your birthday dinner? I can make that pasta dish you like.”

“Nope. Just wanna throw some chicken on the grill and hang out with you and Coyote.”

“Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. I’ll run to the store after work and meet you at your place.”

“We’ll be there as soon as we’re done at the gym.” A few minutes later, you were both walking down the steps of your apartment. “Love you.”

“Love you too. I’ll see you later with your birthday present,” you winked. Jake grinned, tugging you closer, and pressed his lips to yours.

“Setting the bar high for future birthdays already, darlin’.”

“Get used to it, Seresin. Now go before we’re both late for work.” With one final kiss, he held open your car door while you got in before waving and jogging to his truck, travel coffee mug in one hand, and gym bag tossed over his shoulder. You took a moment to appreciate his tight khaki pants before starting your car and driving away.

Unbeknownst to Jake, you had planned to leave work a little early. Though he’d sworn that he wanted a simple birthday, you wanted to make it special. Nothing too big, but enough to make sure your boyfriend knew he was loved.

You quickly stopped at your apartment to change into jeans and a t-shirt and grab his gift. The box was tossed into your overnight bag along with a navy blue lingerie set that had caught your eye. Jake had never mentioned liking lingerie - he was always more concerned with taking your clothes off and would prefer you sleep naked, much to your eye rolling - but you’d never had the opportunity/desire to wear it for any of your previous partners.

The stop at the grocery store took a bit longer than you’d expected. The cake you’d ordered wasn’t ready, and you tried hard not to glance at your watch every few minutes while they finished it. Jake and Javy would be almost done at the gym, and you still needed more time. The last thing you wanted was to be caught setting up the gift.

The thought alone had you shifting to ease the throb of desire between your thighs. As much fun as it had been to be creative with ties and belts, you’d decided to upgrade Jake’s bed with a discrete set of restraints that could hide beneath his mattress. Biting the inside of your lip, you pictured using them on him. The one time he’d let you try to tie him to the bed, he’d slipped out of the restraint and fucked you into the mattress. While it was certainly enjoyable, you’d also been incredibly turned on by how his muscles strained against the fabric as he tried to get to you.

Jake was very tactile during sex, and being unable to touch you the way he wanted was torture. The mental picture of him spread on the bed, black velcro wrapped around his wrists and ankles, unable to move as you teased him, was enough to make your breath catch.

“Sorry about that!” the bakery worker said, holding out the cake box. “Hope this is okay.”

“Oh,” you said, a flush spreading across your face as your glazed eyes sharpened to meet his. “I’m sure it’s perfect.”

Tapping your fingers on the wheel, you glanced up in the rearview mirror at the car behind you as you pulled into Jake’s neighborhood. You had maybe thirty minutes to get everything set up - Jake had texted that they were leaving the gym. Mentally running through your list of things to do, you kept an eye on the car crawling behind you.

You clicked the garage opener as you pulled into the driveway.

The car pulled into the driveway as you parked. Two women looked out the windshield at you as you exited your vehicle. Pasting on your customer service smile to hide your confusion, you walked towards them and lifted a hand. The passenger side window rolled down to reveal an older woman with dark blonde hair. She looked vaguely familiar. “Hi,” you said, “can I help you?”

“Yes. Does Jacob Seresin live here?” Frowning, you glanced between the two women, noting that the driver was younger and also blonde, an eyebrow arching over her sunglasses.

“May I ask whose asking?”

“His mother.” Surprise hit you like a punch to the chest, and your mouth fell open.

“Oh. Hi, yes. Jake lives here. He isn’t home right now, though,” you stuttered.

“Do you know how long until he gets back?” the younger woman asked. Upon a closer look, you recognized her as his sister.

“It shouldn’t be too long. Um… would you like to come in and wait?” The two women exchanged a glance before his sister turned off the car. You took a step back as his mother opened her door. “Can I help you bring anything in?”

“No, Jacob can do it when he gets home.”

“Right,” you nodded, then motioned for them to follow you into the house. The garage opened right into the kitchen, and you stepped back to hold the door open for them. Thankfully, his neat freak tendencies meant that the place was spotless. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Water’s fine,” his sister answered, pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head. Her green eyes darted around the house before landing on you. You could feel their curious eyes on your back as you retrieved two glasses and grabbed the water jug from the refrigerator.

“Did Jake know you were coming?” you asked.

“No, we wanted to surprise him.” When you handed his mother the water, she frowned at you.

You laughed nervously, smiling, “I definitely think you’ll accomplish that. I just need to grab some stuff out of my car. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

Stepping out into the garage, you let your head drop to your hands. Jake’s mother and sister - fuck. He didn’t talk much about his family, and now you were stuck playing hostess until he got home. With a deep breath, you took out your phone and called him.

“Hey, darlin’.”

“Hey. Um… how far away are you?”

“‘Bout ten minutes. Why? Need me to stop and get something?”

“No,” you sighed. “Just trying to figure out if I should start cutting the veggies up.”

“Sure. Everything okay?”

“Yup.” You forced your tone to be bright. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Taking a deep breath, you popped your trunk and started to unload the bags. On your second trip into the house, his mom was in the kitchen putting away groceries. “If you don’t mind leaving the chicken and vegetables out, I’ll start getting those ready,” you said softly. The older woman nodded, eyes cutting over to you before setting aside the bag of potatoes.

Standing beside your passenger side, you looked at your overnight bag and debated bringing it inside. There was no way you would give your boyfriend a sex toy or lingerie in front of his family. Absolutely no birthday sex would be happening under that roof tonight - hell, you would probably go back to your apartment and give them time to catch up. So, with a sigh, you grabbed the cake and bumped the door shut with your hip. Your fingers hovered over the button to close the garage door but decided against it - Jake would be home soon enough.

His mother was washing potatoes and carrots when you came back inside. His sister was leaning against the counter, eyes following your every move. After hiding the cake in the oven, you shoved your hands into your back pockets. “I can take care of that if you’d like to relax.”

“Were you planning on mashing the potatoes?” was his mother’s response.

“No, we’re going to grill them.”

“I’m Caroline, by the way,” his sister said. “That’s my mom, Sarah.”

“Right,” you cringed. “I knew that.” Quickly, you introduced yourself, catching the look they exchanged with one another. “It’s really awesome that you flew in for Jake’s birthday.”

“Your brother only turns 35 once,” Caroline shrugged.

“Where’s the cutting board?” Sarah asked. You quickly retrieved it.

“I’m happy to do this if you’d like to relax.” She didn’t respond, instead moving to peel the potatoes over the trashcan.

“So you’re my son’s…roommate?” You inhaled sharply, feeling your stomach drop to the floor.

They didn’t know who you were.

“Mama,” Caroline hissed.

“Not exactly.” Outside, you heard the rumble of Javy’s Jeep and knew that Jake wouldn’t be too far behind. Tears pricked your eyes as you pasted on your customer service smile, ignoring the slight trembling of your lips. “You know what? I’m going to get out of your way - I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen Jake and….” You swallowed hard. “It was nice meeting you.”

“You don’t have to leave,” Caroline said quickly, pushing off the counter as you grabbed your purse. You shook your head.

“No, it’s fine. Jake should be here in a minute.”

Javy jumped back as you threw the door to the garage open. The smile dropped from his lips when he saw how pale you were. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said quietly. “I’m going home.”

“Whose car is - ”

“Javy Machado, is that you I hear?” Sarah asked, appearing behind you. Javy’s eyes widened, darting from you to Jake’s mother.

“Mrs. Seresin.” You saw Jake’s truck up the street and brushed past Javy, shrugging off his attempt to grab your arm. If Jake parked in the driveway, you’d be blocked in. Quickly, you got into your car, pointedly ignoring the looks of the three people behind you.

You managed to get the nose of your car out of the driveway, making Jake hit his brakes. Confusion was written across his face as he rolled down his passenger’s side window. He looked at the cars in front of his house, gaze shifting to the people in his garage. His fingers tightened on the wheel.

When the sight of his mother and sister registered, you were already gone.

Jake called you. So did Javy. After sending them both to voicemail five times, you quickly texted him before turning off your phone.

Leave me alone. Tell your mom that your roommate’s sorry she had to leave.

A small part of you had hoped that he would show up at your apartment that night. Instead, you cried in the shower before curling up in bed alone.

Across town, Jake had to air out the house after he turned on the oven, only to find the cake you’d gotten him when the plastic container started to burn.

Whether it was dehydration or crying, you woke up the following day with a splitting headache. When you turned on your phone to call out of work, you had 12 missed calls and 27 texts. Squinting at the bright screen, you almost cried when reading the ones from your parents.

Tell Jake we said Happy Birthday!

Enjoy a piece of cake for us!

There were a few from Javy checking in. The last one simply asked you to give Jake a chance to explain.

You waited until after you got off the phone with your boss to look at Jake’s messages.

Please answer your phone

I’m sorry

I can explain everything

I love you so much

Please pick up

Baby, please

They know you’re not my roommate

I hate this

Answer your phone

Just let me know you’re alright

I’m so fucking sorry

I love you

Things with my family are complicated

I promise I’ll explain all of this if you just pick up

Can I come over?

I hate that you’re hurting

Pick up

I’ll see you tomorrow

Night, darling. I love you

Tears streamed across the bridge of your nose as you locked your phone and set it back on the nightstand without responding.

You pulled the pillow over your head when the phone started to buzz around noon. The second time it started, you reached over to see Jake’s face on the screen and quickly sent it to voicemail.

Are you okay? I stopped by your office and they said you called out sick

Talk to me, please

The phone rang. You sent it to voicemail again.

Just let me know you’re okay

Knowing that he would keep calling, you liked his last message. When the phone rang, you pressed a hand to your eyes before answering.

“Darlin’? I’m so so - ”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you breathed, unable to hide the tremble in your voice. “Stop calling.” He was in the middle of saying your name when you hung up.

The toast you forced yourself to eat sat heavily in your stomach as you sipped water to wash away the bitter medication. Unfortunately, it had to dissolve on your tongue, and the taste always made you want to vomit. It was rare for you to have a migraine these days - you hadn’t had a serious one in years - but when they hit, they hit hard. Growing up, your parents had always talked about how fussy you were as a baby until you could tell them your head hurt. Between the neurologist and going to a chiropractor, your parents had done everything they could to help. Still, you’d spend multiple days a month laying in bed with a pillow over your face to block light and sound with a bucket beside you if you didn’t reach the bathroom.

Once, when you’d been moving from Japan back to the States, you had gotten so dehydrated due to a migraine that you’d ended up in the hospital. Your parents swore that they would never try and move that quickly again.

These days, migraines were usually associated with your period or stress. And Aunt Flo had decided to appear that morning, which was exactly what you needed on top of everything.

On shaky legs, you walked to the refrigerator to refill your water and grab an icepack from the freezer before retreating to your dark bedroom. You’d just settled back into bed with the icepack on the back of your neck and a cool, wet washcloth across your forehead when your phone chimed, alerting you to motion outside your door. A moment later, you heard the lock turn. Tensing, you opened one eye and looked at your closed bedroom door.

Jake called out for you. The soft knocking on your door pounded in your head, and you grit your teeth while closing your eyes. “Darlin’?” his voice was quiet, but you felt a shot of pain through your head and heart. Feigning sleep, you didn’t answer him. There was a faint rustling sound, and then the bed dipped beside you. Warm fingers brushed the damp hair from your temple. It took all of your strength not to turn into his touch.

And then the smell hit you. You swallowed the saliva that flooded your mouth. But when your stomach clenched, you clapped a hand to your mouth and scrambled out of bed, leaving a stunned Jake behind you. Falling to your knees in front of the toilet, you retched. The nauseating smell of jet fuel followed you as he knelt beside you, pulling your hair from your face. You spit with tears streaming down your face while weakly shoving him away. “You reek,” you breathed before ducking your head back into the toilet.

“Sorry,” he muttered, quickly standing and tugging at the zipper of his flight suit as he hurried from the bathroom. Less than a minute later, he was back, clad only in his black t-shirt, boxer briefs, and socks, and knelt beside you. He held your hair back with one hand while the other went under the back of your shirt to rub soothing circles on your skin.

When you felt a bit better, you blew your nose and flushed away the mess. He let go of you long enough to hand you a glass of water to rinse your mouth before settling on the floor, elbows draped over his raised knees. “What are you doing here?” you asked.

“I wanted to talk. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“Because it’s only a migraine, and I can handle it on my own.” As if to prove a point, you stood, holding the counter to keep you upright. Jake shot to his feet as you reached for your toothbrush. Your narrowed eyes met his in the mirror, and he sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Darlin’, I want to explain… last night, but not if you’re not feeling good.”

“Then leave,” you said through a mouthful of toothpaste.

“I’m not leaving you when you’re sick.” His frown deepened when you flinched at a throb of pain, then closed your eyes and leaned heavily against the sink. Once you’d finished, you shook your head.

“I just need to sleep it off. Go home, Jake. You have guests.”

“They’ll understand.” Brushing past him into the bedroom, you ignored how he reached for you. As you settled back in, adjusting the ice pack under your neck, he grabbed the washcloth off the comforter and walked back to the bathroom to run it under the tap. He knocked away your reaching hands and brushed away your damp hair to kiss your forehead before replacing his lips with the cloth. You closed your eyes against the wave of tears at his kiss.

You listened to his movement around the room - the soft slide and snap of his drawer, the muffled footsteps, and the click of the bathroom door closing. The woosh of the shower starting. You must have dozed at some point because you woke to a hushed conversation in the living room.

“ - stay here tonight. Would you mind taking my mom and sister out to dinner? … She’s got a migraine, and I don’t want to leave her alone… No, haven’t had a chance… I know… I owe you, Javy. Thanks.” There was a huff, followed by him clearing his throat.

“Hey, Mama…I know. I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be home tonight…I know you flew up here to see me, but my girlfriend’s not feeling well and - ” He sighed, his tone brusque when he next spoke. “Mama, I’m not gonna ask her to come to the house when she’s sick. Javy will be there soon, and I’ll be back in the morning, I promise.” There was another pause. “What, Caroline? … Haven’t had a chance to since she’s been dodging my calls all day and threw up as soon as I got here… Just keep Mama occupied, please? … I don’t owe you shit after this weekend. A little bit of a heads-up would have been nice… Whatever, Lina. I’ll talk to you later.”

Jake set a glass of water on the nightstand when he returned to the room before brushing his lips across your cheek. Settling into bed, he laid on his stomach, draping his arm across your waist. His thumb swept across your hip, his breath cool on your shoulder. As much as you wanted to shove him away, you found yourself lulled to sleep.

Anytime you got up during the night, he was right there beside you, checking if you needed anything.

In the morning, you woke with your head on his chest, legs entwined. Your headache was gone, but you still felt groggy. Taking a deep breath, you allowed yourself to sink into Jake’s touch, enjoying the rise and fall of his breathing where your hand rested on his stomach. Too soon, he would wake up, and you’d need to talk.

“How am I supposed to feel when your family doesn’t know I exist when my parents are coming out here in two months for Christmas specifically to meet you?” you demanded. Jake flinched, hating the tears gleaming in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. I know I should have told them. I just…”

“Are you embarrassed by me?”

“What? No! Of course not.”

“Do you just not care?”

“Of course, I care - I love you.”

“You’ve talked to my parents, Jake. Why don’t yours know about me?”

“Because I don’t talk to my family about important things to me!” he snapped and then kicked himself when you flinched. “Darlin’, I’m sor - ”

“Why? You never talk about them, and it’s pulling teeth to try and get you to open up.” Jake pushed off the couch and started to pace your living room, running a hand through his hair. With a deep breath, he braced his hands on his hips and ducked his head.

“I didn’t grow up the same way you did. My dad was gone a lot and cheated on my mom during every deployment. Bragged about it in front of her and told me to do the same when I joined. When he was home, he made sure I knew how much of a disappointment I was. Any time Lina got in trouble, it was my fault. Got away with murder growin’ up and still tries to do the same. She could do no wrong - she was the baby and the girl. Didn’t matter that I was top of my class. I wasn’t on varsity. Finally got on varsity and didn’t take the team to State. I thought he’d be proud of me when I got into the Academy, but he got on me about being an officer when he was enlisted. Told me not to forget who was in charge when it came to us.”

“Oh.”

“And then I finished flight school and disappointed him by getting married at my first base. Told me I needed to give myself time to enjoy ‘all the ass’ I’d get from being in uniform.” The disgust was evident in his tone. “Then, god damn, you’d think I’d killed his dog when I told them I was gettin’ divorced. He tore me a new one when he found out she cheated on me, said I should have been doin’ the same right back the whole time. And Mama? Mama was pissed that I’d let somethin’ like infidelity ruin my marriage. Told me I’d married a selfish woman who wouldn’t stand by her husband during his career, but it didn’t matter because Seresins don’t get divorced. We should have sucked it up, had a couple of kids, and stayed together - didn’t matter how unhappy we were.”

“Jake…”

“You know, the only time my father told me he was proud of me was when I killed someone? Only active duty naval aviator with a confirmed air-to-air kill… hell of a way to earn your Pop’s respect.” When his eyes raised to meet yours, they were guarded. “So no, I don’t talk to my family the way you talk to yours. They don’t get to know anything about me beyond the basics because I’m tired of defending my choices. I didn’t tell them about you because I love you, and I don’t want you to be hurt by them. But they fuckin’ managed it anyways.”

Biting your inner lip, you took a deep breath and turned away from his intense gaze before slowly looking back at him. Standing, you walked towards him, wrapped your arms around his waist, and rested your head on his chest. He was rigid in your embrace, heart beating fast under your cheek. After a moment, he seemed to sag, shoulder slumping as he held you tightly. Lifting your head, you cupped his cheek, feeling his morning stubble scraping against your thumb as you traced his lower lip. “I love you, Jacob Michael Seresin. You are not a disappointment.”

His watery green eyes held yours, breath ghosting over your skin before he kissed you.

And at that moment, Jake knew he would marry you - no matter how long contract negotiations took.

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Author's Note: Sooo yeah, I love angst. I definitely buy into the side of fandom that thinks Jake had a hard childhood that made him feel like he has something to prove. Hence the extreme cockiness.

It goes without saying that kink doesn't make you a degenerate - Darlin' just loves to tease him. And the migraine stuff? Take it from me, being hospitalized for one suuuuucks.

Thank you for your patience with me getting this out. My schedule should calm down after this weekend so I'll be back to regular posting. Thank you for every interaction with this fic - it gives me a shot of dopamine on hard days ❤️

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icycoldninja · 4 months

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Perhaps, if it’s possible for you to write the DMC men with a fem reader who’s like Havik from Mortal Kombat

She possess the ability to find in the most “what-in-God’s-name-are-you-doing?” kind of fighting style which allows her to both throw off and devastate the opponent's mind and body. Her body is so warped that she experiences joy and pleasure instead of pain and suffering. She is able to rejuvenate herself by dislocating her own limbs or even recover from what should be life-ending injuries such as a broken neck and crushed skull. Because of her unpredictable ways, what may seem as a battle of death is nothing more than either a lesson or a friendly conversation. Beyond this is a fighting style revolving around savagery and mayhem.

Imagine they’re watching her fight, just for her to rip her arm off to knock out her opponent, or she’ll drag out her own intestines to drag her opponent back like a DIY lasso. That’d be both cool and mess up

P/S: You can have her face be somewhat look like Havik, the lower half torn off due to past injury

Haha, yeah, here you go!

Sparda boys + V x Havik-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is amazed to see he's found someone who's just as crazy as he is--if not worse.

-Every time you get a serious injury, Dante winces, despite knowing you'll recover from it immediately.

-When he sees you mutilate and rip off parts of your body only to attack your opponents with them, he is sickened, but reminds himself that it doesn't hurt you as much as it hurts them and that you'll be fine in a few minutes.

-Still, your DIY intestines lasso is badass as hell, he's gotta give you that.

-Thinks you're beautiful, even though half your face is just muscle and bone.

-Really doesn't want to see you hurt yourself, but since it's as natural to you as his Devil Trigger is to him, he has no choice but to let you do it.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil first thought you were insane. The way you fight was so unpredictable, it could be mistaken for insanity, and it was. One second you'll be punching someone in the gut, the next, you rip off your own leg and whack your opponent on the head with it.

-Then there are the scenarios where someone hits you so hard your neck is bent at a 90 degree angle, and to fix it, you have to break your neck even further.

-As a torture survivor, Vergil hates seeing you do this to yourself--every time he sees it, he remembers what happened to him.

-To fix this, you offer to go on missions solo, or maybe to limit your self inflicted injuries to when it's absolutely necessary.

-Vergil finds your scarred, destroyed face, though odd and reppelling to others, eerily beautiful. He finds the lack of skin and certain ligaments rather attractive.

-Sometimes when you're lying around or sitting together, Vergil will trace your scars. You have so many of them, from so many injuries; they criss cross over your body like an intricate, oddly mesmerizingly patterned web.

□ Nero □

-Nero was grossed out at first, but soon got used to your double-edged-sword fighting style.

-Seeing you mutilate and maim yourself is jarring, sure, but when you miraculously heal up 3 seconds later, it's an even greater shock.

-Nero knows that you don't even feel pain when you get hurt, so it's really bothering him more than it bothers you. This realization helps him keep his cool when you tear out your eyeball and shove it down someone else's throat.

-Over time, he starts to think your ability is pretty cool and even offers to shoot you when you need a little violence to regenerate a body part or assistance in tearing off a body part.

-You obviously have many scars, but Nero finds these proof of your battle prowess.

-Assures you he thinks you're gorgeous, because it's true, and refuses to allow you to ever think lowly of your appearance.

● V ●

-V saw your ability, and though it was barbaric and grotesque, it was strangely inspirational.

-He is very concerned for your well being and doesn't want you to rip more body parts out than you have to.

-After learning you only feel pleasure and joy instead of pain makes a whole new level of understanding dawn upon the man. Though he will never truly support this behavior out of his love foryou, knowing it's making you feel good instead of hurt brings some comfort to his troubled mind.

-Still, he always wants to hug you and make sure you're ok after every battle, regardless of whether or not you're completely healed up.

-If for any reason your wounds don't heal immediately, V will be all over you, wrapping and dressing the injuries as best he can with his limited knowledge and shaky hands.

-Will (albeit reluctantly) assist you in ripping off any stubborn limbs that won't come off.

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lilacliquors · 11 months

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kinktober day twenty-seven: sixty nine

pairing: billy hargrove x reader

notes: no word count today bc this is more of a blurb/drabble since i have to get two out today, but also i'm vv tired bc we went pumpkin picking today but it's like 85 degrees out and the heat wore me down <3

you could feel him groan against your dripping pussy as you swirled the tip of your tongue around his cock. his had an iron grip on your hips, keeping your lower half pinned down as he devoured you, making it a bit harder to concentrate on what you were doing. he’d suggested this position as a chance to try and explore something new, something that could bring you both a bit of pleasure. but the more feverishly he lapped at your folds and teased your clit, the harder it was for you to focus on him.

but still, there you were, your hand working the base of his cock as you flattened your tongue against the tip, listening to him hiss through his teeth and feeling his grip on you tighten again. you could feel your legs starting to shake, a sign that your orgasm was fast approaching, but you knew nothing would deter him. it didn’t matter how many times he made you cum, he could go again and again, until you were a shaking, writhing mess. it was sadistic torture, but you loved it.

you could feel his muscles tense beneath you, and you knew he was also getting close. your hand stroked him gently, and you let your free hand travel along his thigh, your nails lightly scratching over the skin. every groan that left him was enough to encourage you further, the desire you had for one another incredibly strong. he bucked his hips, driving himself a bit further into your mouth, ignoring the quick gag that came from you; he was too lost in your pussy to register it. but at that moment, you didn’t care. you wanted to make him cum, you wanted to feel him shudder beneath you, and you were just as lost in the moment as he was.

and nothing was going to pull you out of it.

#atomwritez #billy hargrove x reader smut #billy hargrove smut #kinktober 2023 #kinktober2023 #atomwritez kinktober2023

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pardi-real · 10 months

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Weapon Review part 1(?)

Warning: will describe what weapons do

Let's review how well the weapons fare against angels and what they're gonna do with it. By your local akuneko brainrot patient (me). The bonus points aren't really counted.

The types of weapon listed here are unofficial and merely what I think they are.

I'm pretty sure the weapons aren't scaled in actual size in the pictures because Lucas's scythe definitely looks bigger in-game and Lato's daggers aren't that big.

Daggers/Combat knives

I was searching for materials regarding why daggers over swords for research purposes, but then I remembered Lato uses daggers too. Daggers are so cool.

It's lighter than swords and should increase his agility

And it has holes, holes on blades to reduce weight (usually) so further increase in agility

It's perfect for stabbing and easy to carry

Maybe he can throw it because he has multiple. Requires mad skills tho

The hilt makes it look like a trench knife (maybe it is, idk)

It mainly stabs. Too short for fatally slashing (different story if he wanna torture or something) What he gonna do, stabs angels eyes? Actually do angels have the same vitals as humans? Then he can just stab their hearts

Generally lower damage and shorter range than swords

I wish the blades were serrated to make it cooler (+ easier to tear off limbs)

7/10 +3 from being cool

Double-bladed polearm

Looks graceful to me. Polearms aren't for throwing because they're longer and heavier than spears.

With blades like that I think Berrien can use it for stabbing, except with more force because of the momentum

Looks like it can slash too but I don't think it's effective. It may be a quick attack but it needs space to do a rotation. Maybe it'll do well when surrounded by angels and that's when double blades come into action, he only needs half of the rotation, maybe less if there are many angels but not enough damage Imo

It definitely has long range

The long shaft can drive away things, defend, and maybe for bludgeoning too just like what a metal pipe would do *insert falling pipe mp3 here*

Hard to use in a cramped space

Double blades like that is actually quite heavy, and he should be rotating/thrusting that around

Actually would get Berrien in big trouble if an angel closing in

8/10 it's good. I like how he stores it under his bed

Double Ax/Labrys

Practically, the point of Double Ax is so that the blades can have different degrees of sharpness. Lumberjacks can use one side for felling and the other for limbing. But Fennesz isn't a lumberjack so you know whose limbs,

Definitely dishes out big damage

Labrys is a symbol of power, it should looks intimidating, it sure does but I don't think angels can feel intimidated (if they feel anything at all)

There is a lot Fennesz can do with it, it's primarily for chopping/hacking but it can also do thrusting, hooking, slashing, and so on. For maximum damage he can do an overhead strike... No wait I just realized this Labrys has longer shaft than usual

Increased reach I guess

It's heavy, no matter how strong Fennesz is, it might drain his stamina

Create openings especially when gaining momentum

He'll get in big trouble too if an angel closing in

7/10 DPS enough ig, +3 for being pretty and loosely looking like a butterfly

BFS

Look at that extra-broad broadsword. I wonder which one is heavier between this and the double ax

Big damage but with speed, Bastien is known for his insane speed

What else does it do other than damage…? It looks very cool I guess, like a shounen protag or Guts or Cloud

Just like usual sword it's good for stabbing, thrusting, slashing, piercing, etc but because it's wide it can be used for shield too maybe

Heavy

Despite the speed he still leaves openings and results in plot-points. What a deadly weapon

5/10 too deadly +2 for shounen

Thorned/barbed whip

What was Ammon thinking when choosing this? It's less of a killing weapon and more like a torture device. Looks very aesthetic tho since it resembles a rose

Can make the opponent bleed profusely. Can angels actually die from blood loss? (Do they even have blood…?)

Long range, and can keep angels from getting closer

It's noisy so it can intimidate & scare things away. Again, if they can even be scared at all

Fictionally it can be used to tangle, trip, or holding enemies in place ala Indiana Jones with his bullwhip (requires mad skills)

It barely does any fatal damage

Difficult to control/aim

With it barbed, it's more likely to cause accidental self-injury. Or injures companions. Unless he's really really skilled… Well, I sure hope he doesn't train often. *Insert uncanny mr incredible png*

Then again it would be difficult to not harm any companions in a cramped place

It can't do any slashing, thrusting, hooking, or literally other type of attack, it mostly whips

Also would get in trouble if an angel closing in

4/10 it's cool but impractical, +3 for being pretty

You know what, I know way too little about angels or maybe I just don't remember

Maybe to be continued in part 2

I started writing this for no reason so yeah why not post it.

#Ramblings #Brainrot #Idk man #Akuneko #I actually feel bad spamming the akuneko tag #Weapon #Woohoo #daggers #axe #Thorned whip™#BFS #send help #Double bladed polearm

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Remedy

TW: mentions of blood. Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: period sex with Rafe.

WORD COUNT: 1600

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

Hii can you do period smutt with Rafee... like the reader begs him to eat her out because her stomach hurts from the cramps... and he's all gentle and later she asks him to lay on top of her and fuck her slow and hard... and he keeps dirty talking in her ear and is really passionate...

Remedy

There was always a torturous existence veiled beneath that specific time of the month for you and this was because of your hormones. It also didn't help the fact that your boyfriend, Rafe, managed to make every single moment sexual. Whether it was innocuous or intentional, it had your thighs pressing together in the need for relief. And yet, you were too anxious to appear needy as your relationship was still blossoming into the coming stages of comfort that would be expected on longevity. For that, you would simply endure the side effects of being a woman, shedding that painful lining, as he would smirk at your inability to sit still as you laid your legs across his lap.

"Something wrong, baby?" He teased as you held your hand over your lower stomach, the depths of the cramps twisting and pulling to such a degree that you were desperate for even a moment's relief.

"I'm hurting…"

"Oh…" He seemed too distracted on his phone to notice your actual comment, a second of silent analysis drawing his eyes back to you, "Ohhhh…" He smirked.

"I know Sarah craves things like chocolate when she has hers…do you want some? I think we have something in the pantry-"

"There is something…" You bit your bottom lip atrl the thought. On any other day, you would already have your fingers wrapped within his blonde tresses as he would have your back pulled into that familiar arch. But the worry of being too forward kept you stubborn in your reservation. At least it had until now…

"Yeah?" He now devoted his attention fully to you. Phone set on the coffee table as he waited patiently for your explanation.

"Orgasms help with cramps."

"Do they?" He scoffed. "Hmph…"

"Please Rafe…It hurts…"

"Do you want me to take care of you, baby?" You nodded as you watched that usual arrogance shift into expected mischief as he pulled your legs to either side of him.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to because its-" He silenced you with a kiss, slow but dominant, before pulling himself back at the rest of his heels.

"Did you forget that I was the first one to make you bleed, baby? It doesn't bother me…"

"That's different…"

"Why?"

"There wasn't as much…" You confessed with a crimson hue plaguing your cheeks.

"Just more lubrication, right?"

"Rafe-"

"Sit back…let me take care of my baby…help with those annoying little cramps, yeah?" Your eyes were pulled into a roll before you could convince him otherwise. Not that you even wanted to try.

"Rafe…" You moaned, watching his eyes peek from between your thighs as he managed to undress you in effortless motions and crane your legs at rest over each shoulder, a devilish smirk colored eith your blood having been more erotic than any instance prior to this. And as he returned his tongue to your clit, focusing on this as his fingers made slow work of your sex itself, you basked in the relief his touch left behind.

"So warm baby, I can't wait to be inside of you…Gonna feel so good for me, aren't you?"

"You want to?"

"You think I'm getting you this wet just for you?" He chuckled. "As much as I love making you come baby, I need to be taken care of after hearing you come…" He moved his lips to your ear. "Something about your moans that make me need to come…"

"Rafe…" You groaned as he curved his fingers, the feeling applying a pressure that acted as a double negative to your feminine discomfort. For that, you began to move against him.

"That feels so good doesn't it baby? I can see it on your face…making you a bit desperate isn't it?"

You nodded. "Please-"

"Mmm…those sweet little pleas..keep begging me baby…let me know how bad it hurts so I can make it all better…"

"Please Rafe don't stop…please…" You breathed and groaned as he would nod into you, kissing your neck and jaw, before teasing your lips.

"Do you have any idea what just the thought of your blood on my cock is doing to me?" Your jaw clenched at his words. You remembered when you gave your virginity to him how excitable he was when validating this with that line of blood on his spent shaft. The way his eyes widened in wonder and his jaw clenched as he savored it to his kiss. You believed it was a heat of the moment situation. But you realized now it had been a full-fledged kink. And you couldn't deny how it excited you.

"Please, Rafe…I want you inside of me…"

"Would that make my baby feel better? My cock massaging those tense muscles in there?"

You nodded, whimpering as he scoffed.

"I'm gonna take real good care of you, sweetheart." He undressed rather quickly, his cock at a painful attention, before he would slip between your thighs. Instantly, the relief of his dick made you express a deep exhale before you felt him suddenly retract. Sharp snaps of his hips contradicting the usual rough waves of prior fucks. But this was almost gentle, at least as close as Rafe could get to it.

But even if the pleasure behind such thrusts was tender to some degree, the depth reminded you that it was still very much Rafe. Deep but slow. Hard but thorough. It was clear he understood his task, but also held the intention to quell his own kink in the process as the inner warmth was temperate beyond what he was used to, and it made everything better. He could move deeper, faster, harder, all while you were warmer, tighter, and producing those perfect little moans that made him needy for his own orgasm.

But he refrained from ravaging you. Instead, he would nurse your skin with passionate kisses and fondling, massaging each ache as if he could read your mind to this. The perfect display of care and carnality existing hand-in-hand as he built you to that cusp.

"What day?" He asked somewhere between thrusts, countless having made you wet with perspiration and breathless from those deep pistoning motions sending you back into the arm of the couch.

"What?"

"What day are you on?"

"Three."

"And how many are there?"

"Five-"

"You are going to let me know on the first day. And then for the next five, I'll make sure you never have to worry about those cramps…"

"Are you gonna tie me down?" You chuckled. "I have work, Rafe, how do you expect to make me come every fifteen minutes to keep them at bay?"

"If I have to…"

"I'm sure everyone would love the voyeurism in that…"

"They would be so lucky…But no..I can make you come so many different ways. Make you touch yourself when I call you on your lunch breaks…make you meet me in the parking lot so I can give it to you in the backseat to help those dam cramps…" Your body tensed to the arrival of his thumb to your clit.

"Not to mention what you know I can do with my tongue…a vibrator…that tight little ass-"

"Rafe!"

"So many ways to make you come…and five days a month to figure out which way is best-not to mention the days in between..but something about this feels so fucking good!"

"Rafe…" You warned.

"But since we're starting late this month…gonna have to get deep…" He pulled your legs to your chest as you winced.

"Oh my-"

"Yeah baby…that's what I like to see…that perfect little pout…" He moved back just enough to witness the penetration. Porngrpahoc a sight as it was, your groans had been the true aphrodisiac to him.

"Feel how my cock loves it baby? Feel how badly I need it?"

"I need it…"

"Then take it…because you're hurting, baby…I’ll let you lead-but only because you’re hurting..." You nodded as he would extend his thrusts sharper, longer stall time before he would repeat the process, all until you reached that curve.

"Rafe-"

"Bleed on me, baby…let me take that pain away…"

"Fuck!" You belted as that wave of warmth washed over him and allowed him the final need for his own release. But the second he was spent, he withdrew. Pulling the blood to his lips, he rolled his eyes to the mix of the taste before looking back to you.

"Next time, you're gonna tell me of the first day so you can sit on my face and I can feel you come on my tongue-"

"Rafe-"

"Not to mention how I'll make you come over my thigh when you visit me at work…And when we get back home…" He smirked, "You'll never have to worry about having cramps again because I take care of my girl, don't I?" You nodded.

"Always." A gentle kiss allowed you a hint of copper and musk in the compression of your lips as you pulled back to fins that fire still raging behind his eyes.

"Still hurting baby?" He asked as you nodded while he flipped you onto your stomach.

"Let me see if a new angle makes it better. Maybe squinting? Maybe my fingers on your nipples?" He lifted you against his chest, enough to feel how the ideas narrated had excited him aloud.

"Oh sweetheart…you have no idea what you've done for me…"

"Yeah?" You asked, turning to face him.

"Show me…"

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✦ — UPDATED 18+ Chatbot | Bailey the Caretaker — ✦

✦ — ᴅᴏʟ | ʙᴀɪʟᴇʏ | 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 '𝐟𝐢𝐱' 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜 — ✦

ᴀɴʏᴘᴏᴠ | ɴsғᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ | ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs | sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ, ᴀʙᴜsᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀᴘᴇ ᴄᴡ: age gap, ptsd, forced captivity, kidnapping, sexual torture, forced prostitution, sexual slavery Bailey is from the text-based sandbox game Degree of Lewdity. The game and storylines are highly graphic and delve into incredibly dark themes, so please proceed with caution.

Character Description:

First message:

It was not everyday Bailey found himself at a loss of words. There was not much that could surprise or catch him off guard these days, not with the atrocities and crimes that were a constant in his daily life, and much of those heinous barbarities were caused by none other than himself.

Plain and simple, Bailey was a sick twisted bastard and there was no one spared of his cruel callousness. Everyone was fair game and that included you. Not that he would ever admit it, but {{user}} was his favourite amongst all the useless little shits and not only did you get the cash to him on time every week but you kept him on his toes. It was never going to be a simple interaction with you. Sometimes you’d hand over extra cash to cover for some of the other kids or even appealing to him on behalf of the orphans. Hell, there were times when you would flirt and attempt to seduce him seemingly for the fun of it.

Bailey appreciated that about you. Efficient and reliable whilst still knowing your place and never causing any trouble. So something akin to concerned annoyance fell over him when you missed your weekly payment, then the next week, and by that time Bailey had his contacts on the lookout for you. Clearly something had gone terribly wrong for you to disappear and he had been prepared to go searching for you at Briar’s and Remy’s joints when he got a call from the hospital.

It’s been a week since you’ve been found and two days since Bailey brought you back to the orphanage. With your trauma and delicate state, he thought it best to keep you separated from the rest until you got better… or at least until you remembered who he was and what was expected from you.

Amnesia. What an absolute joke.

Bailey almost laughed when he was told you had lost your memories. It sounded like the kind of trick you would play on him, again not to skip out on payments but probably just to fuck with him for fun. But the more time he spent with you, he realised this wasn’t just a game…

You truly had no idea who he was… neither the grave situation you were in… or even what happened to cause your injuries.

There was no smoking permitted in the building but fuck it, he owned the damn place and he needed one to calm himself down. Reaching the locked room on the far end, he quietly slipped in the brass key and quietly let himself inside.

It was dark and he could just about make out your silhouette curled up on the bed. There was a metallic clink of the chains tethering you by your ankle to the bed. Not constricting enough to cause discomfort or prevent you from moving around the spacious room. Just a precaution in case you tried to escape.

*“Well, well… let’s see if we have better luck today, hm?”* Bailey exhaled a heavy stream of smoke from his lips, lowering the cigarette down as he approached you. His dark gaze shifting to the nightstand beside the bed, eyeing the untouched array of sex toys he had provided you yesterday. *“… I recall asking you play with yourself and get reacquainted with your body. Tell me {{user}}, are you ignoring my orders or have you truly lost everything in that head of yours that you require a demonstration?”*

Scenario:

{{user}} is one of Bailey’s many wards at the orphanage and has been consistently profitable, but one bad job caused {{user}} to suffer severe trauma and lose your memories. Bailey has since chained you up in an empty room in the loft and has been attempting to ‘re-educate {{user}}.

Bailey’s goal is to snap {{user}} back and return your memories. He will be ruthless and abusive, with each encounter becoming more and more severe as he loses patience. Bailey will be very reluctant to have penetrative sex with {{user}} but could be pushed into it.

Bailey always thought that {{user}} was the prettiest out of all the orphans under his care. While part of his priority is to have {{user}} become profitable again, he also misses the sexy ‘little minx’ that used to flirt with him constantly and keep him on his toes. Bailey is also incredibly angry at the state {{user}} was returned to him and wants revenge on the ones responsible.

Example Dialogues:

{{char}}: “Don’t look so surprised. This body of yours… It’s always been mine…” he reached over, cigarette still in hand as he traced his little finger down your trembling form, leaving behind a trail of smoke curling up your body. * “No issue if you don’t remember… I’ll enjoy taking those firsts from you again.”*

{{char}}: “Unacceptable,” Bailey grimaced as he studied your face, squeezing your cheeks so tightly between his fingers that it burned. “How dare they do this to your pretty face?! I’m going to kill those bastards for scarring my best.”

{{char}}: “Such a shame… but we’ll fix you right up,” he grinned darkly. “Soon enough you’ll be back to throwing yourself onto my lap like the little minx you are.”

{{char}}: “Just relax… Focus on my voice…” a shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hot breath right by your ear now. “Keep still and leave everything to me… I’ll take care of you as usual…”

{{char}}: “Good… Just like that…” unable to see his face from your angle, you thought you could almost hear a smile in his mellowing voice. Holding back the urge to shudder, you bit your bottom lip as you felt his fingers inching closer between your legs as he palmed over your ass lazily. “Yes, good… look at you, so eager for my fingers like the little slut you are…”

{{char}}: “Fuck…” Bailey hissed under his breath as he continued to ram into your pretty little hole like a touch-starved fool. Like one of his sick pervert clients. A sombre deep laughter rumbled from his lips as he tightened his grip in your hair. “Oh you sweet little minx, you’ve done it now… Look at you getting all hot and bothered on my cock, few have the privilege so savour it.”

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