#god i need to update my blog more often

[wh1spyz]

AHHH IM SO SORRY ABT THE LACK OF POSTS RECENTLY!!!! ive been going through a lot of family related issues recently (some that have left me with mental scars that are beyond repair...) and its js been a hectic week tbh :(( SUPER SORRY ABT MY ABSENCE I SWEAR ILL TRY TO BE MORE CONSISTENT ABT POSTING SINCE THINGS HAVE CALMED DOWN (kinda) OVER THE PAST FEW DAYS (＃＞＜)

[slimealiens]

THE RADIO DEMON IS BACK IN TOWN,

SINNERS REJOICE!

[houseofblve]

hi angel <3 I would love to request an angel face one shot where Rafe is protecting her from a guy at a party 🥹 bonus points if he actually beat him up 💌

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗

𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅

𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌

y/n, kie, and sarah entered the kappa pi omega house, the heavy beat of the music vibrating through their bodies. y/n quickly texted rafe to let him know she'd arrived, then watched as sarah and kie headed off to grab drinks. left standing alone, her patience started to wear thin, and she decided to hunt down rafe.

"sorry, excuse me," she murmured repeatedly as she pushed through the packed crowd. it seemed like the sea of people would never end. after what felt like forever, she finally made it through-but was yanked to the side. at first, she assumed it was rafe pulling her close, but there was no familiar trace of his signature cologne, the one that made her feel both dizzy and at home.

turning around, she found herself face-to-face with a guy she didn't recognize. she couldn't recall ever having seen him before.

"oh, uh, hi,"

it was obvious the guy was drunk. "hey there, what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?" he slurred. y/n forced a small chuckle. "i'm not alone. i'm just looking for my boyfriend."

"a boyfriend, huh?" he raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "why’d he leave you all by yourself? i wouldn't let a girl like you out of my sight."

y/n’s discomfort grew. "okay, yeah, this is getting weird, so i'm gonna leave now." she turned to walk away, but he stopped her.

"wait, wait. what's your name?"

“you don’t need to know her fucking name”

she let out a sigh of relief at the sound of rafe’s voice, his comforting touch on the small of her back.

“so you must be the boyfriend, huh? well, finders keepers,” he laughed to himself as if rafe was someone he could joke with.

y/n could feel his anger radiating off him. “watch your fucking mouth,” he stepped forward, moving y/n behind him.

“yeah? or what?”

‘oh god,’ y/n thought. it was no surprise to see rafe’s fist clash with the other guy’s face.

“ah, what the fuck!” the guy yelled, holding his nose.

the fight had gotten the attention of the partygoers, topper quickly coming over. “yo, rafe, dude, chill. the last thing we need is another markup.”

rafe scoffed and wiped his hand off on his shirt, small drops of blood staining the material. “you ever fucking try that shit again, i’ll kill you.” rafe said, taking y/n’s hand to walk off.

“you okay, baby?” he asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

she nods, “yeah. thanks for punching him in the face. it was hot as hell.”

rafe chuckled and pulled her closer by her hips. “yeah?”

she nodded. “yeah. i might have to run into creeps more often.”

rafe rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to her cheekbone. “not funny.”

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a/n: updating 3 different series in one day 🙂‍↕️

[roses-and-revolutions]

Stephine is really enjoying university life.

Sure her 'night job' left her exhausted more often than not and she wished that some of her professors would just (die) get into some little accidents, leaving them unable to work for some time. But she enjoys being a university student.

And the best part of it all was her roommate, Samantha. Not because she was hot or anything! Yeah ok, it was because Samantha was hot but you couldn't blame her! She had no right being so goddamn attractive! She's smart and cool as well and... back on track!

Stephine sighed remembering the first time she ACTUALLY looked at Sam. The memory was basically etched into her mind.

They had been roomies for a few weeks but had hardly talked before that moment. Mostly because she was dealing with an extremely tricky case that time around. A case with a dead end that had left her feeling exhausted, defeated, and disgusting. And she wanted was a nice hot shower and more than a few hours of sleep. It wasn't like she had any classes the next day anyway.

But when she opened the door, she was met with Sam standing in the middle of their dorm. Gotham's sky was clear that night the power of the full moon was making itself known.

She still remembered how beautiful Sam was. Not that she wasn't always beautiful, even on her worst days she wasn't anything but ethereal. But something was different that night.

Whenever her mind wandered it always strayed to delicate pale skin, covered in strange symbols and runic tattoos she'd never seen before. Dark hair that almost blended with the night, and naked pink lips that... focus Stephanie!

Sam was tall, even without her platforms or Mary Jane's, a good 4 inches at least. And her eyes, she always thought they were black but they weren't. She still vividly remembered that deep violet glow in the near darkness that pierced through her heart straight into her soul. Stephanie knew from that moment she was smitten.

Not too long afterward she started working on getting close to the girl. Though with all the classes, cases, and general Gotham life she'd only been able to find out a few things. Sam was Goth, vegan, and from a small town that no longer exists.

Despite her constantly updating her plant blog, arguing with her parents, and doing research for her various classes (wow double major and double minor, she's ambitious), her online presence was basically zilch.

Was it a bit of a red flag? Maybe. But red was half of purple so it should be ok. She thinks. But that didn't matter now because tonight would be it. Both of them were free and currently doing 'nothing'. All she had to do was turn around and ask a question. Any question!

"Hey S-"

"Hey, Sam!"

She almost gave herself whiplash with how fast she turned her neck to face the window. Hanging halfway through it was a boy. Pale skin, dark raven hair that melded into the night and bright blue eyes that almost hurt to look at. Were they family?

"Oh, you got company! Is now a good time or..."

"Speak or leave."

She sounded mildly annoyed and God was it hot.

"Ok, if I were to, hypothetically, of course, need help hiding a-"

"Do I need to buy a shovel?"

"...Maybe."

"Let me get my purse."

As suddenly as the boy came they both left, through the same window and into the dark Gotham night. Stephanie's mind, which had short-circuited, slowly caught up with what had just happened.

She had many questions. Like how did he get up here without any equipment? It's the fourth floor! Why was Sam so calm about it? Was he just asking for help to hide a body? Why was Sam so calm about being asked to hide a body? And did she just offer to help!?

Wasn't that boy Daniel Fenton? The wanted domestic terrorist that the US Government recently asked the JL to help capture...

Red is half of purple, red is half of purple, RED IS HALF OF PURPLE!!!

[beloveds-embrace]

I NEED more Dukedom!141 x Duchess!Reader😭 Just more scenes of the boys pursuing Duchess romantically and maybe an update on that baby fever 👀👀👀

Just discovered your blog today and you’re a phenomenal writer! Much love 🫶🏼

Thank you sm!! <33

God, they do so many things- so, so many things to show you how much they love you.

John leaves you secret little letters and notes, simple compliments and gentle reminders to let his men take care of you when he himself is too busy to make time for you. Apologies for depriving you of his attention, even if you’ve never complained of such a thing.

Kyle is on the subtler side; fresh flowers from the gardens on your desk everyday, carefully pressed flowers between the pages of your favorite books, and he personally ensures the instrument(s) you play are kept in top shape even when you tell you can take care of those. Speaking of, he’s your biggest fan- always has so many compliments when you play.

Simon surrounds you with gifts when words often fail to encapsulate how much he adores you. Rare jewelry and extravagant dresses, poetry books where he’s carefully marked lines he says remind him of you. Also has both manors (his and John’s) stocked with all types of medicines just in case.

Johnny takes you on spontaneous picnics when he knows you won’t have any duties or anyone trailing after you! Everything will be made by him alone, and he adds in delicate sugar work shaped in little hearts and hand feeds you every bite <3

Also for the update abt the baby fever: you can see the rest of it in the masterlist in my pinned post! 💕🫶🏻

[bunnygirllover45]

Some words of sincerity and appreciation.

Personal stuff, go ahead and skip if you don't wanna read me being gloomy af. LMFAO. Kinda serious but also not- health complications and stuff.

It's been about 4 hours since I left the hospital and I've been itching to write something in this blog. I've never been the type to share personal stuff online, just because the fear of being perceived often overwhelms me more than I would like to admit. Sometimes life gives you some moments when everything is so fucked you just have to look back (has anyone seen the movie? great stuff.) and appreciate everything you have just to not sulk even more in your misery. When I started to post art here I didn't expect many people to pay attention to what I do or what I have to say, I think sometimes life is like screaming into a void and expecting an answer, and not gonna lie, it feels magical when it replies back. I've met so many wonderful people, received so many beautiful messages, and interacted with endlessly talented people that I still have no idea how they find something in my art when they're also equally if not more talented as I am. God, I still recognize some of the usernames of the people who always like my posts first thing (you'll know who you all are !) and it feels wonderful to see that some people just come back here expecting the next stupid thing I'm gonna do. It might be pointless, it might be just another delirious thought I write down when I'm feverish and confused laying in bed at 4 AM, but you are still here. I don't want to get too parasocial, that's not my objective here, I just want to express that I see you and you see me, and I'm endlessly grateful for it. I've been diagnosed with a brain tumour, it's not the end of the world but it's a little more worrying than we thought at first. My fault for dealing with endless headaches and not taking care of myself, if I had been smarter, I would've realized sooner. I'll need to take proper care of myself, and It's going to be a hard time for both me and the people around me, but I've always been one to be hard to kill. (I can count how many times I smashed my head against the doorframe because my skull is permanently damaged because of it) ((yes, i was a stupid kid.)) I will continue to create because it's what makes me happy, I will continue working with the wonderful people that commissioned me and I'll keep all of you updated, but it's sadly my time to accept that things have to slow down, for my own sake. I need to do it if I want to be to come back at my 100%. I'm writing this for the people who find me important, for the people who find some solace and comfort in my blog or just enjoy what I do. Sorry for keeping you here this long and making you read this innocuous message, but it's my responsibility to just- say thank you for everything. Don't wanna leave without being grateful, opportunities like this don't come twice in a lifetime. Love you all, and keep creating and being wonderful. Don't forget to drink water (GOD KNOWS I DO.)

[starmapz]

SPREAD THE LOVE AMONG FANFIC WRITERS 💖Who are your favorite authors? And what are your favorite/most read fics? Send it to five people so we can spread admiration and love among the community!

there are SO many amazing writers on here so i've almost certainly missed someone but here are the blogs (and fics) that i frequent the most! also trying to make this list a bit different from my sukuna recs but i just have to mention some of these twice. please respect all the authors' rules and check warnings <33

@fushitoru - aashi writes the most BEAUTIFUL regency era aus and i highly recommend checking out both knight!choso and bridgerton!gojo, and i'm always going back to her spiderman!gojo as well i'm so down bad for him tbh (the spotify scene in the oneshot has my entire heart)

@lostfracturess - nici's professor!gojo and professor!geto made me go through every stage of grief (in the best way possible), there's so much emotion in her writing and i'm in envy of the way the stories interconnect with one another, it's sooo well-done!!

@celestie0 - i'm so down bad for ellie's ihm!gojo he's peak husband material fr and the world she's created for him and reader is so beautiful and well-done. kickoff is also the very first gojo fic i ever read and inspired me to post my writing <33

@yenayaps - sienna's sukuna is seriously so delicious i fear i drool on my screen at the sight of new chapters of defiance and i will never stop yapping about sorcerer!sukuna who i need carnally

@indiewritesxoxo - indie's band rivalry fic between sukuna and geto literally has me swapping who i'm rooting for constantly because indie writes them both too hot 😩 not to mention her pick your player series is sooooo fun!! youtuber!nanami i will always love you

@cinnamorollcrybaby - i will never stop preaching cinna's best friends to lovers series, especially sukuna's and suguru's, i seriously adore all of them and highly recommend checking them all out!! her subtle dom!nanami is also one of the hottest things i've ever read and criminal!sukuna from a therapist's perspective is SO interesting

@obsesssedblerd - the amount of times i've re-read reyna's nanami smut should be criminal, it's so hot and i think about it constantly. her toji x preschool teacher!reader is sooo cute, nothing makes me happier than toji in super domestic settings 🥹

@cuntyji - kash just started a med student sukugo x reader fic that has such a hold on me i can't even begin to describe how often i'm thinking about this. unscripted is also one of my all-time fave toji fics, soft!toji has my whole entire heart

@satoruxx - wolf hybrid!toji has my entire heart and i just want happiness for him 😭 what a sweetheart, seriously. the subtle ways rheya writes him warming up to the reader make me want to wrap him up in a blanket and keep him safe forever

@retiredteabag - the saga of me wanting toji to live a happy life of domesticity continues, dogsitter!toji just wrapped up and i adored every second of it. i just want this man to have a happy ending so bad. their arranged marriage au with nanami is also seriously one of the sweetest fics ever and i look forward to every single update <33

@screampied - vegas' entire blog is a goldmine of incredibly hot work but i always find myself revisiting boxer!toji & boxer!kuna and i don't think venomized!toji has left my mind since reading it, i never could have known how badly i needed him in my life

@madamechrissy - stripclub owner!sukuna my BELOVED. we all know i love a man that's so down bad and only has eyes for one person and chrissy does that dynamic SO WELL here, i adore this story SO much <33 i'm also anxiously awaiting pornstar!gojo from chrissy, i just KNOW i'm gonna absolutely eat that up

@emphistic - i'm just gonna leave em's entire historical au masterlist here bc everything here seriously deserves a read, but i'm a huge fan of veni, vidi, vici in particular, gladiator!sukuna works so well and my god he's hot

@peppertoastuniverse - more than a late night snack is one of the absolute cutest and sweetest gojo fics ever, pep has written such a fun dynamic between gojo and reader that has me absolutely itching to see them slowly both lower their walls.

@webism - just gonna leave abby's masterlist here bc her pornstar au for all the men is DELICIOUS. like, pornstar!sukuna has me wrapped around his finger like you wouldn't believe. she also has an incredibly cool and well-done interactive gojo fic that i HIGHLY recommend giving multiple plays to try out the other options

@kamiversee - my love note has me constantly changing who i'm rooting for, the way both gojo and choso are written is seriously masterful, they're both SO hot like who gave them both the right

@peachsayshi - one of my all-time fave oneshots has gotta be million dollar baby, i go back and read it every few months and every time is as good as the last, it's such a gorgeous piece and i'm addicted to the dynamic between geto and reader

@pseudowho - behind the wall (nanami) and behind the wall (higuruma) are both SO unique and i absolutely ate up both of them. haitch's series in which nanami's wife briefly becomes a cat is so funny and adorable and i love just how serious nanami is about his wife being included 😭

last but not least- a deactivated blog i once followed created one of my fave nanami pieces and gojo pieces with super unique characterization of both and they're both absolutely gorgeous. as far as i can find, they're not on ao3, but i really do think these pieces deserve the love.

if you check out my wattpad, ao3, or search my blog for '#trish recs - (insert character name)' [check the tags of this post], there are way more recs there as well and i highly recommend checking them all out <33 lots of love to all of these authors!

lots of love to all these wonderful authors 🫶

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Give Into The Temptation

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Norris!Reader

warnings: ‼️‼️⚠️⚠️SPOILERS FOR TWISTED HATE BY ANA HUANG ‼️‼️⚠️⚠️, cursing, SMUT

Thank you to @forevercaffeinated-lee for this idea! I hope it meets your expectations <3!

Slight enemies to lovers

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When I first met Oscar I thought he was cute and he is but my god was he so full of himself.  

Now don’t get me wrong, I love a man who’s confident and knows what he wants but Oscar was not that.

Oscar was cocky, full of himself and sometimes downright disrespectful. I usually let it slide because I didn’t see him often so I didn’t have to deal with it, emphasis on the word usually.

-

I’ve been on the road with Lando so far this whole 2024 season because he had asked me to tag along, he something about missing his twin sister or some bullshit like that, in reality everyone knew that I was here because he liked the way I made his meal preps and not the person that’s currently doing it now.

This is the week of the Monaco Grand Prix and Lando has been out all day with his trainer all day doing whatever the trainer made him do all the while I’m stuck at the condo alone.

I was chilling out on a pineapple floaty in the pool when I heard the front door open. I'd decided that I wanted to play a prank on Lando so I snuck out of the pool and quickly dried myself off before quietly sneaking into the condo. I'd heard rustling coming from the bathroom and that gave me the perfect chance to scare him. I waited against the wall for about 45 seconds before I heard the door open, I waited for a second until I saw a taller figure step out the bathroom and with a big leap I screamed 'Boo' at the man in front of me.

However, I didn't get as much joy from scaring Lando as I thought I would and that was only because I didn't scare Lando. I scared Oscar.

"Ah! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Oscar screamed as I still stood in front of him, placing his hand on his chest as if to slow down his heartbeat.

"What are you doing here?!" I screamed back in total shock and anger that he was here. I mean how did he even get the key? Only Lando and I had a key?

"I'm staying here this race weekend dipshit. You know this." His attitude evident, as always.

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm JUST NOW FINDING THIS OUT!" I shout. I'm so frustrated, I wanted to have a nice weekend to support my brother and hopefully only see Oscar when needed, but turns out I'm gonna be spending the WHOLE weekend with him.

"That's it, I'm going back out by the pool." I scoffed while I dragged my feet dramatically out to the backyard.

-

Back out by the pool, I was laying on one of the lawn chairs and I decided that I was going to try and finish the book I was currently reading 'Twisted Hate' by one of my favorite authors Ana Huang.

While I was reading, I was so deep in thought that I hadn't heard the patio door open and Oscar come out. At least not until I heard a big splash in the water and felt drops of it land on my legs.

"You muppet! I'm reading here!" I shouted as I took the towel I brought out to dry my not-so-wet legs. Oscar looked displeased with me as when I looked up I saw him rolling his eyes at me.

I continued reading in peace and quiet for about another 15 minutes before my timer went off indicating that I should go apply more sunscreen before I get too burned. I let out a annoyed groan because my book was just getting good so I quickly got up and went into the air conditioned condo to the living room to grab the spray on sunscreen, applying it before walking back outside.

Opening the back door, I was quickly met with a sight of Oscar with a towel around his waist and my book in his hand.

"Oscar, put my book down now!" my face just as red as a tomato at the thought of Oscar reading the previous page of the two characters fucking. Part of me didn't want him to know what I read on my free time but part of me wanted him to have read it so that he learns not to pick up and read random books.

"Twisted Hate? I think I've heard of this book." if my face was red before, it must've been a shade of hell right now. How did he know about this book? Maybe someone said it was a good series? Did he know about the pure sex written in it? So many questions flooded my head but before I could question what he meant by what he said he continued talking

(THIS NEXT PART CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK SO PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING UNTIL YOU SEE THE BOLD WORDS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

"Yeah, Jules ends up telling Josh that she was the one that took the painting. Josh was mad at her at first but then they had make-up sex. Turns out he didn't forgive her and 'broke up' with her mid orgasm and kicked her out." My face fell in shock. There's no way this bitch just fucking spoiled this book for me. No, he's making shit up. There's no way he'd know what was going on in the book, someone could've told him about the 'break in'. Oscar loves to get under my skin and this would be a good way he could do it.

A scoff left my lips as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Yeah fucking right. That's a good one Piastri, and to think I almost believed you. Wow, this is a new low for you." I laughed as I snatched my book from his grasp and gathered my stuff. I was going to finish my book in the comfort of my well air conditioned room until my brother comes back and we go out to eat.

(OKAY NO SPOILERS AFTER THIS PART)

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It had been about 30 minutes since my last interaction with Oscar and I was sitting against the headboard of the bed under the covers reading. I was having a good time in the quiet of the room while reading until I got to a part that eerily started to sound like what Oscar told me was going to happen between Jules and Josh.

I kept reading because I didn't want to believe that Piastri was THAT disrespectful to actually spoil my book for me. Sure enough that Aussie dipshit did in fact spoil my book for me. With an angry grunt I peeled myself away from the book and left my room. I was going to find Oscar and kill him.

I searched the house with so much anger in me I felt like I was going to explode. I finally spotted Oscar still out by the pool except this time instead of being in the water, he was sun bathing. Lord knows he needs it because of how pale he was.

Swinging the patio door open I started yelling " OSCAR JACK PIASTRI!" The volume of my voice and the slam of the door startled Oscar and he quickly locked his phone before chucking it on the lawn chair next to his. "YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING BASTARD!" A slight smirk plastered on his face as he saw how mad I was.

"Finally get to the part I spoiled for you?" he looked so cocky right now and all I wanted to do was to punch him right in his sexy face. No, stop Y/N don't think like that.

"You're a cunt Oscar. I want to never see you again!" I stomped my foot. I looked like an angry toddler when they wouldn't get their way.

"Oh that's cute. We're rooming in the same house this weekend and in case you forgot, your brother and I are on the same team so that's not happening." I watched as a small laugh left his incredibly sexy and slightly plump lips.

As much as I wanted to be mad at Oscar I couldn't help but want to swoon for him right now. He'd gotten out of the pool not that long ago because his body wasn't wet anymore but his swim trunks and hair were still damp. That nasty smirk still plastered on his sexy face, his damp curls laying in every direction, his perfectly toned chest on display, the damp swimming trunks sticking to his hard cock. Wait, is he hard? Was he watching porn before I came out??

"As much as I'm flattered that you're checking me out, my eyes are up here princess." Oscar called as he snapped his fingers at me before pointing to his eyes when I finally looked up.

Did I just get caught checking out the man I hated the most while I'm trying to be angry and yell at him?

"As if. I- I would never check you out. You- You're the last guy I would want to find attractive." I swallowed the lump in my throat as I watched Oscar slowly start to walk in my direction stopping right in front of me. He was so close I could feel his breath on my face, none of us moved and I don't think either of us wanted to. Oscar raised his hands to rest on both sides of my face, leaning in but stopping right before our lips met.

"Really? So why aren't you backing away from my touch?" He was so close to me and all I wanted to do was have the most rough and dirty sex with him right now. "You hate me right? You know they say there's a blurred line between Love and Hate."

"I" need you "I would never love you" I'm trying so hard not to give into the temptation of falling for Oscar but it's so hard. Oscar might be harder but I don't want to be the first to give in. I left heavy calloused hand on my waist and gave it a small squeeze which caused a pathetic small moan to escape my lips.

"That moan that left your mouth just now says otherwise," Oscar and I made eye contact just before he turned his head to whisper in my ear "just say the word and I'll fuck you 7 ways to Sunday before your brother gets back" His hand slowly sliding down my front before they got to my bathing suit bottoms, stopping right above the elastic.

A whimper left my lips before I could stop it. "Is this fine?" Oscar said as he grabbed my chin to look up and face him, a small nod of approval was what I gave him but that wasn't enough "No princess, I need words. Is this okay with you?" Even when we're so deep in this intimate moment he's getting on my nerves.

"Yes," I said breathlessly as I placed my hand on his and guided him underneath the fabric of my bikini bottoms "I need this, I need you so fucking bad." I whispered as I had leaned into the crook of him neck to leave small and delicate kisses.

A heard a groan leave Oscar's lips as I started to suck the skin of his neck to litter his gorgeous skin with hickies.

"Mmmm, fuck. I need you right now." Oscar moaned right before he smashed his lips to mine. The kiss didn't last too long before Oscar picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and started to make his way to my room and slamming the door once we were in. Oscar placed a hard and firm slap to my ass before tossing me on the bed.

"You're so sexy, did you know that?" Oscar started talking while slowly crawling towards me leaving kisses in his wake, started by my feet "I've always dreamed of fucking you since I met you" left a kiss just below my knee "I've jerked off to the thought of me fucking you in my drivers room, making you scream my name so loud they can hear you in the grandstands" kissed my clothed pussy, causing me to jerk my body up "and the thought of filling you so full you're carrying child." kissed my stomach "I've thought about taking you at so many events." kissed my breasts "I thought about us getting caught while I'm fucking your mouth." kissed the under side of my jaw before looking in my eyes "I thought about us getting married and just fucking like rabbits everywhere I can take you" He kissed my lips before biting my bottom lip

"Do it." I said breathless as Oscar leaned down to kiss my cleavage, the second those words left my mouth I felt him freeze.

"Which part?" He searched my face for an answer

"All of it." In 0.2 seconds flat his lips were on mine in a hungry kiss before he licked my bottom lip for entrance which I happily granted him access to. Our tongues fought for dominance but his ultimately won, as we made out I felt an ache in my core that I needed to get rid of. I bucked my hips up to rub against his hard cock, it didn't last long though as one of Oscar's hands pressed firmly on my low stomach pressing my lower half into the mattress.

"Impatient are we?" A small moan left my lips "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna take good care of you" Oscar took the hand that he had pressed against my stomach and moved it to take off his swim trunks before moving that same hand to undo the knots on the strings on the sides of my bathing suit bottoms. Undoing two double knotted knots with one hand was supposed to be hard but Oscar made it seem easy, and hot. Super super hot. Oscar peeled the bottoms off of me and chucked it to God knows where in the room.

Oscar grabbed his cock and fisted it a few times before lining his tip to my entrance before looking in my eyes once again asking for permission

"Oscar, please fuck me. I can't wait anymore" I whimpered. At this point I don't care how pathetic I sounded, I had a hot man in front of me about to fuck me and I needed him.

That was all the confirmation he needed before he slid his cock so deep in my cunt I felt like I could feel him in my throat. He was big and thick, not too big but my god was he thick. My walls stretched in a delicious pain as I adjusted to his size. A quick tap to Oscar's bicep told him all he needed to know before he pulled out and slowly slid back in. He kept going at a slower pace before I spoke up.

"Oscar," I moaned

"Yeah baby, what do you need?" He leaned in to kiss my collarbone

"I need you to fuck me faster" without a second thought Oscar pulled out and slammed into my pussy, easing the aching throb thats been there for a minute.

My walls stretched with each hard and rough thrust of his cock and I enjoyed every minute of it. Oscar had one hand on my hip and used it to guide my hips up to meet his every thrust. Oscar kept fucking me raw and rough for about another 2 minutes before he abruptly pulled out.

A disappointed groan left my lips at the feeling of being empty but that didn't last long because Oscar ended up flipping me around and forcing me on all fours. I turned half my body to face him and I watched he stood on his knees and aligned himself with my entrance again and grabbed my hips and thrusted his cock in me.

A loud moan left my lips as I felt so full of him again. Oscar set a blistering pace as he rocked his hips in and out of my dripping pussy. Oscar slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy before slowly pushing his girthy cock back in making sure he'd bottom out. Even though Oscar was bottomed out he kept pushing himself deeper in me which caused me to reach behind me to attempt to grab ahold of his thighs in hopes to pull him closer to me to make him go impossibly deeper in my cunt.

Oscar finally started his thrusts up again and was fucking me so hard I'm pretty sure the bed was moving. Each thrust sent my body jerking forward and I felt like I was on fire. I could feel a familiar tightness in my tummy as Oscar keeps his merciless pace going.

"Gonna cum for me sweet girl?" Oscar's hand brushed up my back and rested on my shoulder.

"Mmhmm" was all I could muster, Oscar was fucking me so good I couldn't form coherent sentences. I felt Oscar pull out of me before quickly flipping me untilI I was on my back and he thrusted right back into be with so much force.

"I wanna see your pretty face when I make you cum. M'gonna ruin you for any other man." I can't focus, I'm so close to cumming and I need this release.

"I don't want any other man" I murmured "Oscar, I'm so close. Choke me"

I didn't have to ask twice and the second his calloused hand gripped the flesh of my throat and gave it a gentle and slight squeeze my walls clenched around his cock and my body shook as my orgasm washed over me. Oscar kept fucking me through my high as he chased his own orgasm. I could tell Oscar was close just by the way his hips stuttered against me. I was going to tell Oscar to pull out and to cum on my stomach but before I could say anything he spoke up

"Can I please fuck your mouth and cum in it? Please I need to cum so bad" Oscar whimpered

"Please" was all I said before I watched him pull out and quickly made his way up to my face before he shoved his cock in my mouth and started to roughly fuck it.

He didn't last that long and after a few thrust he shoved his cock to the back of my throat and used my used his hand he had placed behind head to shove my face closer to his body until my nose was touching his skin as he spilled his cum down my throat.

Oscar pulled out of my mouth and watched me as I swallowed all his cum. He placed a kiss to my lips before having to pull away due to my phone ringing.

I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID "Oh shit, it's Lando" I pressed the answer icon and placing it on speaker "This better be good, I'm reading" I said into the phone

"I'm gonna be back at the condo in 20 so get ready for dinner and while you're at it wake up Oscar, I called him 4 times but he isn't answering. He's a heavy sleeper." I had to refrain a chuckle from leaving my lips

"Okay, I'm gonna wake him and then take a shower. Bye, I love you too." I hung up before turning back to Oscar

"Yeah, I forgot I threw my phone on the other lawn chair." he said as he rubbed the back of his neck "And no I wasn't watching porn, I was watching videos of you being interviewed at movie premieres. I can't help it, you're just so hot." Oscar mumbled as he leaned in to kiss my lips again.

"We have to get dressed Oscar" I mumbled against his lips as I pulled away "I smell like sex and I want to wash my hair so I gotta go now." I got up from my bed and was about to walk towards my bathroom before I felt a firm slap on my ass causing me to jerk forward with a yelp

"I'm gonna fuck you so good when we get back, I hope you know that"

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Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Chapter 16

Story Masterlist

Arranged marriage AU

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Entire chapter is Dion’s/Ash’s POV, takes place during the day of chapter 14 during the beginning scene of when Dion and Reader share a moment that is not nice in her mind. He is also out of character again lmao

Edit: LMAO I FUCKED UP THE TITLE OF MY OWN FIC. can you tell I wrote this entire thing in one setting while very tired? God now I need to check the other chapters lol

NOTE: Dion is having a very small crisis towards the end. Also, I do not know how to write fight scenes. I’m also getting kind of tired of saying ‘male’. Also two chapters within two days!? I'm on a roll baby! (I will proceed to not update for at least a week since life gets in the way/motivation/ideas won't come to me)

Warnings: slight yandere themes, themes of obsessive and possessive behavior/thoughts, toxic marriage/relationship, murder, blood, threats of injury/murder, slight torture (probably?), mention of divorce (it almost does not end well, rip Ash lol), Dion accidentally gets hurt (it’s his own fault), attempted murder, mention of past murder, implied murder (I think?), implied threats of injury, thoughts of imprisoning the reader at the end but he decides against it, implied stalking, HEAVY VIOLENCE Dion’s actions are toxic no matter how you look at it. Please tell me if I missed any.

NSFW-ISH WARNINGS:  (NO SEXUAL ACTIVITY ACTUALLY TAKES PLACE) suggestive, implied vaginal pain (I think), throw back to their first time, implied perverted thoughts (Dion), Lant once again being a pos, encouraging Dion to force himself on the Reader, implied/mentioned past sexual activities, implied past Dub-con. Please tell me if I missed any.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANIZED AS THEY ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS AND TOXIC.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS, BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT WITH OR REBLOG FANDOM RELATED THINGS (FICS, ART, ETC.) DNI

“How's married life?” 

Boredom fills the voice of the redhead doctor as he dabs a cotton ball on the patient’s wound, crimson soaking into the fluffy white cotton. Once done treating it, he starts to wrap it up a little too tight, irritated that a certain Agriche got distracted, slipped down a slope full of sharp rocks and thus, sliced his arm open. So unlike him and yet, he still saw it coming from miles away.

God forbid if anyone in this hunting party listens.

“... why are you asking?” Dion questions back, narrowing his eyes, glaring daggers into the very doctor who’s treating his wounds. Still, it’s not like Ash would harm any of his patients, as he was well above that. Even with someone like him.

However, Dion Agriche often challenges his views and morals. He had always thought of the second eldest as a fool - however, ever since he got engaged to you, he became more so of one. While smart and talented in many areas - hunting, sword fighting, ballroom dancing, leading hunting parties for both monsters and animals alike, maybe a musical instrument or two if memory serves correct, and of course, assassinting - by the Gods, is his personality a nasty one.

“Am I not allowed to? After seeing the mess she was after your first night… I worry for her. Poor girl probably lost faith in God the moment she saw your face.” Ash bites back, tying the bandage up and securing it with pins before patting it down hard. He holds back a smile when THE Dion Agriche flinches at the pain.

It doesn’t matter if it was physical or emotional - pain is pain. Although, it would be better if it was both, finally hitting his employer where it hurts the most. But Dion always bites back.

“You’re rather mouthy for someone I could cut down easily.” Dion's threat is empty, but the urge to throttle the doctor remains. While he wouldn’t kill the man, putting him in a full body cast would settle some things.

Ash only sighs with a shake of his head. Gesturing your husband to put his shirt and black arm sleeves back on, the redhead starts to clean and put his medical supplies away. Currently, the two of them are alone in a tent that was hastily set up, the rest of the hunting party members outside eating dinner. The sun had barely set.

“Come now, I even tended to the poor girl as a free favor. Surely, answering a question or two isn’t that hard - consider it payment for that black eye I left with.”

“And I’ll leave another one on the other eye.”

“... why must you always be so violent? It’s clear that your wife isn’t fond of violence - much less you.” He hits where it hurts, patting the ‘poor’ man’s shoulder as he buttons up his uniform shirt. He watches with great interest when the black haired noble stiffens before resuming his task.

‘So, it’s not going all that great…’

“I mean, it’s only natural for me to ask, taking the fact you personally invited me to the wedding into account.” Ash continues to dig for answers, enjoying the way his scarlet hues become hollow and unfocused. Had he been a better man, the doctor would have pity the newly wed noble some more. 

But Dion Agriche is nowhere close to even a decent person.  

“It’s…,” his low and tired voice trails off before he stands and straightens his clothes out, “fine. Nothing for you to worry about.” A lie paired with another lie. How unlike him. 

“Hm. Sure.” 

Dion leaves the tent without another word, leaving the doctor behind.

As soon as he steps out, one of his men rushes over to him. Dion's mood only sours more, not wanting to interact with anyone just yet.

“Sir, we haven’t found any traces of the monsters. The entire area is empty.” The jet black haired noble can’t stop a brow from raising. 

The brunette delivers the news in a hurry, out of breath. Your husband notices the way he tries to keep his voice down, eyeing everyone behind him. Weird. 

Closer inspection revealed the dirt on his boots and leaves in his hair. But towards the chest, there’s a speck of red on the purple accents that’s barely hidden away by the cloak. 

It’s even slightly damp. His sleeves look a bit too short as well. The gloves don’t look right, not fitting the fingers, slightly sliding off with each gesture of his hands. Scarlet eyes zone in on them before returning to the soldier’s face.

The hair looks a bit lighter. The eyes are a bit deeper.

“How far did you go?” Dion asks as he comes back down to earth.

“Oh!” The soldier straightens up before going on to tell him the details. Your husband listens with little interest, already looking at the area from where the soldier just came from. And then, he glances around the camp, eyes landing on each person once. Once he’s done with relaying the information, Dion walks past him. 

The brunette follows. “Is something the matter, sir?” He follows until the chatter of the camp becomes distant. He runs into Dion’s sturdy back as the man comes to an abrupt stop. Gently rubbing his nose, the shorter man backs up.

“I must admit you have guts.” Dion’s voice is low, mockery laced in it despite ‘praising’ him. 

“...huh?” 

In a flash, his gloved hand slams the other man’s neck against a tree trunk. The bark bites into the exposed skin of his neck while his face turns red. Gasping for breath, the man makes a futile attempt to claw at Dion’s gloved hand.

His legs kick and kick, but it does little to help. Scarlet eyes stare at him emotionless, and the sight of the glowing orbs sends chills down his spine. “It’s amusing how you thought you could replace one of my men.” He chuckles low and deep, increasing the pressure on the poor man’s neck.

“But I have memorized each and every one of their traits - from their eye color to the way they even walk. Not to mention I didn’t order them to look for any monsters in the near vicinity.”   

The black haired man considers snapping his neck right at this moment. But his actions are halted when he hears a twig snap under someone’s foot.

He scowls once the familiar voice reaches his ears. His eyes narrow at how annoying the new addition sounds.

“Is this really necessary? How about we find out what happened to the victim before killing the perpetrator,” Ash advises as he gets closer. He stops once he’s two feet away from the now angered man.

Close to being enraged but not yet, irked that one fool thought he was stupid while the other had just interrupted his actions.

“Dion.” Ash tries again. “Ask questions first. You can do whatever with him later, after we get answers.” 

A hiss of annoyance and Dion drops the man. While he’s coughing for breath, with his boot Dion delivers a hard kick to the imposter’s stomach that has him wheezing for breath. Ash sighs in exasperation at the scene unfolding before him. 

‘Once a brute, always a brute.’

“Talk. Maybe I’ll be merciful depending on your answers.” 

“Arg! W-wait, fuck, wait!” He raises his hands as he surrounders. “I’m not the one who killed him - I was just given the uniform. Honest!”

The two standing men share a look.

“Regardless of who killed him, didn’t you at least consider that maybe everyone would notice you weren’t originally part of the party?” Ash squats to the enemy’s height, observing the hand mark that now decorates his neck. “Unless you’re an idiot.” 

“I wa-wasn’t supposed to get too close to the others… just to lure you away.” He stares up at your husband the entire time while clutching at his stomach. Saliva drips from his mouth as he shakes. He looks more pathetic than a terrified dog.

“How far? I’m assuming just a bit further away from here.” The Agriche continues the integration. His head tilts when the idiotic imposter nods. 

Ash looks up at him. “Should we call for reinforcements? It’s probably not a good idea for you to go alone.”

“I’m not alone. I have you.”

“...huh?”

- - -

Against his own will, Ash follows close behind the prisoner and warden. His arms are wrapped around himself as a cold breeze starts to pick up. His long red hair sways in the wind as Dion’s hood flops back due to the direction of the sudden wind.

“I’m not a fighter, you know this.”

“Right.”

“I’m a doctor - I help the wounded, I don’t give injuries. I don’t even have the training of a swordsman - unlike you.” Ash continues to complain, wanting nothing more than to kick your husband straight in the ass. 

“Right.” Dion’s one word replies are dismissive - the doctor doubts he’s listening at all. 

All the while the brunette is being dragged by the collar. He only listens in silence as the two assumed co-workers or something of that sort have a one sided argument or conversation. He can’t tell what it was. 

“You have like what, thirty men?”

“Thirty five.” He takes a pause before correcting himself. “Well, now it’s thirty four.”

“Thirty four? And you choose me, a weak and mild doctor -”

“More like an annoying one,” Dion cuts in, starting to regret bringing Ash along. He forgot how… yappy he can be. Even with the amount of money he pays him, he always has something to complain about. 

“... If your wife ever divorces you, I’ll help her in every way I -”

SNAP

Twigs break in half under your husband’s feet, the prisoner choking as the taller man turns on his feet so quickly it gives him whiplash. Ash immediately shuts his mouth as shadows start to cover the sharp features of Dion’s face. His eyes glow in the moonlight. His scarlet eyes are narrowed, filled with unsaid threats, glare so sharp it cuts into his very soul. 

The redhead takes a step back as his employer towers over him. He breaks out into a cold sweat, the forest having become silent - like every animal in the vicinity sensed the bloodlust of this obsessed man and went into hiding. 

It feels like death itself is breathing down his back, his stomach twisting and turning painfully. His mouth becomes dry, and he can hear every breath Dion takes. So, this is what it feels like, to be on the sharp side of Dion’s blade.

He gulps, Adam's apple bobbing. The air becomes suffocating. 

“... it was a joke.” Ash says slowly, unable to look away from the grim reaper. A quick glance to his hands shows that they are both tightly clenched. The enemy is shivering in fear as well, worried for his own safety.

One wrong move and he’ll lose his head, it doesn’t matter if he wasn’t involved with the conversation. The fact he’s here at all spells out his doom.

This rage was different from the one that was directed towards him. He doesn’t know who the wife - you are, but at the mention of divorce, Dion became a different man. A worse man.

Did you mean that much to him? Or was it a pride thing?

“...A joke? I didn’t realize my marriage was a joke to you.” Husky and deep, your husband’s voice sends chills down the other two spines. Each step carries weight and the poor man dragged along regrets ever taking the job. 

“No, I don’t think your marriage is a joke… I’m sure she’ll open up to you. Eventually. Just a bit.” Trying to soothe the pissed man proves to be futile.

Ash doesn’t understand why Dion was so smitten with you. You were strangers prior to the engagement - only shared a space in the ballroom without interacting with each other. However, one memory that will never be erased from his mind was when the then nineteen-year-old had pointed at you with his red eyes and declared to the doctor he would marry you during a ball that took place a year ago.

Right after you and the Agriche accidentally locked eyes.

Ash always knew he was mental. Just not to this degree. 

“Listen, I’m sorry; I overstepped. Let’s just get this done - the faster we finish the faster you can return home. Maybe not into her arms, but at least you’ll see and hear her voice. Right?”

At the mention of that, the murderous man calms a little, but the looming threat of being cut down is still in the air. In the moonlight, your husband looks imposing, his red eyes glow as his short black hair moves along with the wind - all he’s missing is the scythe, standing tall and oh so close to putting his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Ash slowly lowers his hands when Dion sneers at him one last time and turns his back. Tension still in the air and in everyone’s body, they continue the walk. Each step is on the verge of being heavy, but caution prevents them from dragging their feet. The captive was soon thrown over Dion’s shoulder, the sound of dragging getting on his nerves while Ash brought up the amount of noise it made. 

The captive and Ash stare at each other in silence. He almost feels bad for the man, but the doctor quickly reminds himself that he was his employer’s enemy - if he pities him he might cave in and help. But helping would mean that Dion would cut his pay, assuming he doesn’t put him six feet under. 

Or both.

“... we’ve been walking for a bit now. Maybe you should turn around to let the man get a view. We might have taken a wrong turn.” The doctor suggests as Dion hums, considering it. He halts and drops the man who lands face first on the ground. Dirt gets in his eyes, groaning in pain as he rubs it out. 

“If you try to run I’ll cut your legs off.”

“And this is why you don’t have any friends.”

The captive listens in confusion, baffled that there’s someone who can shit talk the infamous Dion Agriche and live. A pause and he stands to his full height, a head shorter than your husband. Dusting himself off, he quivers under Dion’s sharp gaze. His voice cracks as he looks around before giving them directions. 

Or at least, attempts to. 

Swoosh 

Thud!

“Wha!?” Ash backs away as an arrow impales the imposter’s head. He falls to the ground immediately, eyes becoming lifeless. Blood pools underneath his head as some drips down his face. Dion whips his head to the right, where the arrow came from. 

Swoosh

Before it can hit him, Dion catches the arrow with his hand after rushing in to save Ash. He snaps it in two easily. The forest becomes quiet. Both men look to the right, but sense nothing. 

The Agriche feels a hit to his pride once he realizes that he had just lost his prey. His scowl deepens, and Ash squats to investigate the dead body that lays on the cold ground. 

Gently, he lifts the head, getting a good look at the fatal wound. Upon closer inspection, the head of the arrow was dipped in a purple liquid - most likely poison. He glances at the man standing behind him, but quickly returns his attention to the corpse. 

‘Not that it matters if he got hit… he’s immune to most if not all poisons. Oh, but what if he’s not immune to this one?’

The doctor mentally questions as he looks over his shoulder again. Only to be met with the sight of Dion licking the arrow head, tasting the possible poisonous liquid without a second thought. Ash blinks blankly.

‘Are all Agriches like this?’

“It’s poison -” the black haired man starts before he gets interrupted, holding the urge to throttle his employee back. It’s so tempting.

“Obviously -”

“- that’s made from Mellow light*” He finishes while he glowers at Ash. “How unfortunate. Had I known it was drenched in it I would have let it hit you.” A crooked smile plays on his lips as the redhead furrows his brows at the younger man's ‘teasing’. 

“Ha ha. That’s enough from you - what do you want to do with the body?” He looks at the corpse next to him. “Should we burn it? Or bury it?” 

“We’ll bring it with us.” Answer your husband. Without another word, he grabs the corpse by the collar of the shirt and drags it alongside him. “It’d be interesting to see their reactions.” 

Ash stays quiet. 

- - -

“Where’s the doctor and the young master?” 

“I saw them heading that way…”

“Were we abandoned?” 

“Do you honestly think they would do that? Master Lant would have a field day if the young master just up and left. Even if he’s the favorite, he wouldn’t be able to get away with doing such a thing.” 

Chatter fills the air as the soldiers scratch their heads. Stars twinkle in the night sky, and yet despite the pretty sight, only tension is present. Everyone is tense as some look around them to make sure nothing or no-one surrounds them.

“Actually,” one young man starts after he looks around, “where’s Adam? I haven’t seen him since we got back.” 

“Maybe the young master disposed of him.” One says casually.  

“Or he was eaten by a monster and that’s why the other two left - to investigate. It’s normal for them not to say anything sometimes.” Another man offers up, scratching his head despite the implication that their fellow soldier is dead somewhere.

It’s a normal occurrence they’re used to seeing rather than experiencing - it was only a matter of time until someone from their group would die in action or get disposed of by one of the Masters.

Despite their unease, they stay at the camp, weapons ready and alert about their surroundings. The night was still young and the person in charge was missing. 

- - -

They stopped at an abandoned cabin. However, like the fools they are, chatter is loud enough to be heard from outside, and a lantern was lit inside, showing the silhouettes of people through the windows. Two people stood guard outside, Dion and Ash hiding near the trees. 

“Talk about being obvious,” Ash mumbles under his breath, staring at the sight with furrowed brows. Wasn’t this a little too easy? Out in the open, did they think that the night alone would conceal their presence?

Or maybe this was a trap. Making it look too easy so attackers would act cocky or something along those lines. Acting without thinking. Makes it easy to -

“This is dull.” Dion walks out into the open, clearly having no intention of staying hidden. Unlike the swordsman, the doctor says in hiding. He sighs, shaking his head as he quietly prays for the poor souls. Three strikes of his sword and both are on the ground, dead. One with a slash to his neck and the other was pierced with Dion’s sword to his head. Their bodies fall to the ground with a ‘thud’. 

Then, he kicks the door in without warning, caution thrown into the wind, the corrupted noble acting out of character. Slowly, the doctor follows after, watching from the doorway as your husband swings his sword to slash someone’s eyes, making them blind. The Agriche jumps back when one of the men thrusts their sword with all his might towards your husband’s chest.

He deflects it easily. 

From the doorway, Ash witnesses as the younger male swipes his opponent from his feet, his booth making contact with their own, causing the enemy to trip over. Dion wastes no time in bringing his sword down, blood splattering on his boots and floor, the hem of his cloak also now stained as he kills him. There is no remorse in his red eyes. 

The doctor shivers. 

Two capable men remain. They look at the brooding figure like he was a beast - and perhaps he was, the man emotionless when it comes to his victims. Shaking in their boots, their hold on their sword’s hilts loosen. Their eyes are so wide it’s cometical.

“Remember to leave one alive,” Ash shouts from the doorway. Dion doesn’t spare him a glance as he rushes forward, and another man is killed. Blood is shed and none of it is from him. 

The man who was blind by the Agriche writhes on the floor, palms pressed against the wound as he tries to soothe it. He’s also sobbing, and for a moment, the sound reminds your husband of you.

He’s quickly ripped out of his thoughts as his opponent dashes towards him, lifting his sword and is about to bring it down before Dion just… stabs him in the chest. The sword falls to the floor with a clatter as the man cripples over in pain. Slowly, life fades from his eyes, your husband taking it upon himself to end his life faster.

The sight is reflected in scarlet eyes and their owner feels nothing. He’s all but a canvas painted a bright red, no more room for anything else to be added, black fading at the corners.

The wails of the now blind man reach his ears. He turns on his feet, realizing he should have let one of the enemies who could still see live. A blind man can only help so much with directions. 

Dion takes a quick glance around the one room cabinet only to realize one thing - there are no arrows. Whoever the archer was, they were not here. His eye twitches but he calms himself as he looks at the injured man on the floor, blood dripping from his eyes onto the wooden floor.

His steps are heavy, the floorboards creaking under his weight. Ash reaches the new victim before Dion does. He only stares, standing above him as the doctor checks out the gash. 

“F-fuck! You - you -” The nameless man stutters out before he stops to sob, the pain unbearable. Ash doesn’t blame him.

“He’ll kill you if you keep talking without permission.” A half-lie, the doctor giving your husband a look. “Just keep your mouth shut until spoken to.” Reaching into his coat's inner pocket, he brings out a small bottle full of some type of medicine. 

Dion scoffs as the doctor rinses out the wound, dusting himself off as the wails get stronger. Louder. What was the point of performing first aid? It’s not like he’ll live for long.

Without heistance, Dion kicks the man in the stomach once Ash is done ‘treating’ him. He’s getting impatient - their idiotic and poor attempt to kill him, to trick him was only making the length of his mission longer. He could be with you right now. Watching as your chest slowly rises up and down as you sleep, as his insomnia prevents him from joining you.

He could be in your shared bed by now, the only time you don’t squirm under his gaze. When he can trace the contours of your face with his eyes, wishing that he could do it with his fingers instead. 

He directs his attention back to the matter at hand. Thinking about you only distracts him.

“Talk. The longer you lie or stay quiet, the longer I’ll beat you.” Not a complete lie. He swears he’s trying to be a bit less brutal. For you.

But it’s hard when it was hardwired into his very being at a young age.

“I-I don’t -”

THWACK

Another kick to the stomach that has the man wheezing. Drool flies from his mouth as he doubles over in pain. His entire body feels wrecked, his eyes fucked for the rest of his life, no matter how short. Breathing hurts but his lungs won’t stop seeking for oxygen. The burning sensation almost makes him wish he was dead. 

“Ugh… I-I was ju-just ordered to be stationed here…” He braces himself for another kick that never comes. However, he doesn’t delude himself into thinking that the threat before him has decided to let him rest. He knows that Dion is planning something else. 

And he’s scared to find out what.

“So you’re mercenaries. Who hired you?” The interrogation continues. 

“I-I didn’t see his fa-face… he wore a ma-mask. Dark blue. A-a bit shorter th-than you." The mercenary gives details as he prays that his death will be a swift one. He knows he’s not leaving alive. 

- - -

The matter was out of their hands now. He has to report everything to Lant, and wait for further instructions. It’s a routine he hates.

He’s treated no better than a show dog.

“At least you’re almost done with the original task.” The doctor tries to be positive.

Dion doesn’t answer as he brings the blind mercenary with him. Unlike with the first one, he carries this one over his shoulder the entire trip back to camp. It’s quicker and easier, while dragging him would slow him down a bit. 

It doesn’t make him dislike it any less. 

“Surprised you kept him alive.” The doctor stares at the unconscious man as he walks behind Dion. “What about the rest of the bodies?”

“We leave them as a message,” is all your husband says. What a crude thing to do, Ash thinks. But he doesn’t comment on it further. 

By the time they reach camp, the soldiers look on in shock as their leader returns covered in splatters of blood with a man on death’s door slung over his shoulder. 

- - -

  “...you want me to do what?”

“Take the money and buy the necklace I told you about earlier. I’ll either be kicked out or they’ll run away immediately as soon as they see me.” He gestures to his messy appearance.

“Just take off your cloak! Wash your face! Besides, what will your wife think if she ever finds out I was the one who got it!? She’ll think that you’re lazy and it’ll only make her view of you worse!” 

The hunting party is on the outskirts of a town they passed by on their way to the hunting grounds. Dion stares at Ash with money in his hand, silently ordering him to take it and buy a necklace that matches your pretty and lovely eyes. 

Dion had passed through the town himself a few weeks ago while out on a different mission. Curious, he decided to check out the local jewelry store. He was only supposed to take a peek, not leave with plans to buy a certain piece. The only reason he didn’t get it right then and there was because he forgot his wallet. 

He still holds that against himself to this day. While it’s true he could have used his status as being part of the Black Clan, it didn’t sit right with him. How soft has he become?

It’s all your fault. And yet, he doesn’t hold it against you. It’s impossible to do so.

“... I suppose you’re right.” 

“Then go get it yourself!” 

The blind and unconscious mercenary is forgotten on the carriage that also holds some monster parts.  

The soldiers in the background try their best to ignore their conversation. But it’s hard when the doctor’s frustration is bursting through the streams, clearly done with their leader. While it was common knowledge among this group of how the two butt heads, it’s a secret outside of it.

For a mere common doctor to go against a child of Agriche, it would be a death sentence. Especially with his occasional condescending remark or tone that would bring punishment or even death for anyone else. However, for whatever reason, Ash Katopodis was the only one who ever lived without injury after shit talking Dion Agriche. The first time it happened, they waited with baited breath for the doctor to fall to the ground, dead. 

The second time it happened they thought it was fluke. 

Everything after that showed that he had a privilege that no-one else ever will have. It’s curious how he’s the only one. 

One time, a soldier, a stupid one, who overheard Dion’s men talk about it did try to snitch on them to Lant, hoping to bring down Dion’s reputation. Safe to say his death wasn’t quick and painless. After that, they all realized that the only reason Dion kept them around was because they knew when and how to keep their mouths shut.

Still, it was entertaining for a man below Dion in status to lose his temper with the crimson eyed noble. 

Even if they can’t hear every word. 

“Take off the cloak - oh. Right. The Agriche crest.” The sudden memory of what’s engraved into that uniform hits Ash hard. How stupid of him to barely remember.

“You there! Come over for a second.” Not waiting for Dion’s response, Ash calls over one of the soldiers. He walks over in confusion, slightly irked that a doctor dared to order him around. But due to his leader being there, he keeps his mouth shut.

“Y-yes?” The man looks at both of them with uncertainty in his eyes. Worried, he keeps himself from turning around to avoid your husband’s eyes. 

“Can you lend him your cloak? Just for a bit.” 

Dion glares daggers at Ash.

- - -

“We-welcome! How may I help you to-today?” Open twenty-four-seven, Ash watches as Dion had knocked on the door of the store, deciding to stay in his stained clothes and dirty boots while staying outside, not staining the store’s floor. How benevolent of him.

The owner, who was originally confused and slightly annoyed, quickly changed tune once he saw the two men. Since he had met Dion before, he knew who he was. Which meant his automatic fear and willingness to work with him and not send him off only made sense.

“The necklace,” Dion starts while recalling how it looks, “the simple gold one with a small (e/c) jewel in the middle - how much?” He knows it’s genuine after the first time he examined it. What he forgot was the price.

This isn’t like him. None of this is. But the second you entered his life, he’s been… different. 

The owner blinks before answering. “Oh, that one? It’s 1240 - but for you, I’ll only charge half.” Business is still business to this man, clearly. Still, seeing how it’s an Agriche who’s his customer, he doesn’t want to test his luck too much.

It’s also amazing how he memorized the price of each and every one of his goods. 

“Alright.” Dion doesn’t try to negotiate to lower the price further. Ash watches in amazement as the exchange comes to an end as the gift is placed in a small elegant blue box that’s carefully placed into his pants pocket. 

- - -

Ash left the party before reaching the Agriche estate.

Everyone else goes their own ways once everything is reported to Lant, the head of the family scowling at the news. Perhaps too tired to care much, considering the time, he dismisses everyone without incident. Everyone but Dion, that is.

“The girl didn’t leave your room today. Were you too rough before departing?” His father takes a puff from his cigar as he questions his son on a matter that frankly, doesn’t concern him. His ugly smirk only makes the context worse.

“... she’s still getting used to ‘it’.” A simple lie that has his father chuckling. It’s nails on a chalkboard, making his ears bleed. 

“Interesting. I never thought you would be that type.” One more puff after a suggestive line. “Well, it’s late - you should get some rest. Or don’t, depending on your mood. It’s not like she can deny you.” 

His hands form fists before they relax. Getting mad here wouldn’t help. Even though every fiber of his being is enraged that Lant is treating you like a sex toy - then again, in his eyes, you probably are. A nice little breeding tool given to him, his son.

He ignores the urge to give in and punch him. 

He wonders how long he’s had these violent feelings towards him.

“Yes, father.” And with that, he leaves. 

The walk to your bedroom feels longer than what it is. Too long. Even so, he doesn’t rush, knowing that you prefer it when he’s gone. A part of him does feel guilty about it, really. At times, he does consider separating himself from you physically - as long as you’re married, as long as you don’t look at anyone else, as long as you belong to him, it should have been fine.

And, truthfully, it was, at first. He was content with the knowledge that you were his wife and he was your husband. Looking from afar would sate his needs, small dinners here and there would have been better than fine. Just hearing your voice would improve his mood, and sharing a bed with you was nicer than nice. 

That day when you were sitting on the floor and fell backwards, head resting on his legs, he couldn’t help but admire your beauty. 

Although, looking back on it now, you probably took it differently.

The night where you allowed him to touch you, his fingers on the bare skin of your back, how loose you were with him, his resolve started to crumble. He shouldn’t have done that. He shouldn’t have acted in a suggestive way, either the position sending his mind places that you clearly didn’t appreciate nor agreed with. He should have gotten up the moment he was done with untying the strings and not imply he wanted to make you cum with both his words and actions.

His behavior that night only served to drive you away further. 

You both had your first time together, which was amazing - but he does regret how it went. He should have been softer, kissed you, whispered praises in your ear as he slowly, inch by inch, entered you, said you were beautiful because you were, because you are. 

But, shamefully, he was caught up in his head. Too eager to take you, to become one, his actions only worsen your impression of him. He should have been better. Instead of trying to hold himself back which only made him look disinterested, made him look selfish with sexual pleasure, he should have given in a little bit, at least with making you cum and sweet words he should have said instead of calling you cute only when you started to cry.

Maybe then, you would be more welcoming to fleeting touches and even accept a kiss to the forehead or at the very least, hold his hand. But now you only see him as a perverted creep, and no matter how hard he tries, everything only backfires on him.

He has no-one to blame but himself. 

He pauses once he reaches the bedroom doors. It’s only now does he realize he didn’t wash up - still dirty and covered in specks of blood. Dirt in his hair, he wonders if he stinks or just smells like the outside. Or maybe that would smell bad to you too.

His eyes glaze overs at the thought of you shooing him away - can’t he just spend a few minutes with you? Maybe he should just… lock you up. That way, you wouldn’t be able to avoid him. You wouldn’t be able to give your attention to anyone else, if he just hid and locked you away all for himself.

A pause before he sighs through his nose. Not a good idea despite how tempting it is.

His thoughts are interrupted when his hand starts to turn the door knob without his knowing. He caves.

He’ll just take a peek. To see if you’re asleep or not. He’ll leave to wash up as soon as he sees you before going in.

Only he caves in once he sees you on the terrace, in nothing but your sleep attire. A frown pulls at his lips - it’s slightly windy - he knows this is only an excuse to get closer to you, but an obsessed man can only hold back for so long. In the beginning, he was satisfied with just being married to you. But your personality, your real one that shined through in the past, was addicting. Your skin was so warm and hair soft, and the way you  had clung to him during your first night would have eventually caught up with him, wanting to hold you in his arms again.

It didn’t have to be in a sexual manner. Your genuine sweetness was never meant for him and he knows this. But, at times, it does hurt a bit that you just don’t remember past events, no matter how small.

Quietly, by reflex, he enters the room and opens the closet to pull out a coat. The first one he sees is a gift from his mother.

Despite his distaste of it, he pulls it out regardless and walks to you. You smell nice, he thinks as he gets close enough to place the coat over your shoulders. He sees the way you tense but he still can’t stop himself from saying -

“You’re still awake.”

= = =

EDIT: *- it's a plant I made up. That's all.

tag list: @tiny-mimi @umi-adxhira @pix-stuff @queenofspades403

@manitscold @s-ajia @disappointment-san @rentaldarling @darkumbreon92 @puggyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[just-nc-tea]

I WAS WONDERING if u knew any other authors who writes long fics or similar to you? I JUST FINISHED YOUR HYUNG LINE SERIES AND theres an empty feeling in my heart i dont know what to do now… absolutely amazing your works are. i feel like theres something missing 😔 is there any authors you could recommend while waiting for sunghoons fic??

(no need to answer if this comes across as insensitive.. TT i just cant really find much authors who does really long fics and im super into those, just to keep busy while waiting for more of your works!)

I do!!! I have a whole blog to recommend fanfics and other authors! It's @littlefluu

I try to regurlary update my masterlists and am working on member specific masterlists! If you find any new good works, pleas let me know and send it to me though an anon ask or a dm or sth! I am also always on the hunt for new fics :) I do particularly enjoy these authors:

★ @thatfeelinwhenyou (insane. just. insane. I can't wait for the new chapter of safe & sound, it's so welll written I get so immered it's crazy) ★ @jakesimfromstatefarm (works of art. I am very excited to read addies upcoming work 'fine line') ★ @zreamy (THE WAY ZO WRITES??? AMAZING!!! IT lowkey feels a bit like how I feel when reading Jenny Hans books? I feel like watching a movie with that nice coming of age sound track and the warm yellow filter. I would love to read her stuff as a published book ngl) ★ @whjluv (I was so addicted to 'the love ride' and as soon as I find the time I will endulge myself by reading 'the right thing') ★ @jjunbug (holy shit. just. holy shit. in the best way possible. My poor heart was beating SO fast when I read 'dollmaker') ★ @asahicore (emma has so many bangers that I have to add to my master list. I swear her stuff is so good ugh) ★ @jaylver ( I LOVE the 'no competition' & the 'no brakes' series oh my lord. No competition actually inspired 'the hockey diaries') ★ @gyuuberryy (oh my god the 'royally yours' series? b a n g e r amongst so many other brilliant works) ★ @pprodsuga / @paarksunghoon (she switched accounts but her writing is still as good. Like REALLY good!!) ★ @jaeminvore (omg I've been reading Nics works for a few years now for both nct and enhypen and I cant tell you how often I have reread 'Volleyball for Dummies (In Love Edition)' 'Deuce' and 'My (Accidental) Demon Roommate' )

Please leave feedback on the authors work if you enjoyed them!

Lots of love Patty ♡

[irlnorthshaw]

is your blog shador free? if so, whats your fav ship??

well anon i come bearing great news... my blog IS shador free !! there is a long story behind it which does include a 16 year old me on instagram getting harassed by the shador crowd BUT let's put that behind

moving on to ships i DO absolutely enjoy (not in order)

THE MIDFIELDERS

starting off w my absolute fav, they could never fail me. a dream come true would be to have an episode centred around them... 😁👍 i love their dynamic sm.

it makes so much sense why they're paired up together on the field, they have the perfect balance and dont take shit from everyone else

shakes/klaus

can't go wrong w a classic. have been a fan since day 0, they're so wholesome and i enjoy their back and forth more than shakes and el matador (yes... i did just say that)

i love shakes being the one to always have kalus' back, ESPECIALLY when everyone else doubted him. oh when he reassured klaus to not doubt himself bc he IS a great player is so... chefs kiss i love them

UPDATE: guys. the worst did, in fact, come. after this post i sat down and finally watched rookie season (which i havent done when i made this) and so now im aware of shakes and klaus'.... ambiguous age gap. this is truly my nightmare come true

SHAWDOR !!! (thats what ive named them at least)

this trope never fails me. adrenaline junkie dudebro with the self centered diva??? COUNT ME IN. TAKE ALL OF MY MONEY PLEASE.

klaus w literally anyone

i really cant blame them, i too love klaus 😋 i like these two ships especially, i don't dive into them as often BUT I WILL BE SEATED !!

onto the other teams AND cross-team ships

these two are for sure crack ships BUT yk me... i will literally consume anything given to me, without a doubt. there's definitely more than i can think of. im starting to really like dingaan and klaus BUT i havent ventured into them as much.

but these two? wow... 10/10 i love it and i need more of it. Im STAAAARVING

psstt uber and skarra got me feeling some type of way... emotionally unstable height difference? a tear fell down my cheek

uber/ja nein

can you blame me? they're literally perfect. jock/nerd w a bit of spice... i am always sat whenever an episode has these two. god bless "man in the iron tank mask" 🙏🙏

dingaan/skarra

ANOTHER CLASSIC !! they're literally shakes and klaus but like... the evil counterparts 😭😭

UPDATE: dingarra is lame.

AND THAT'S ALL!!!

that i can remember....

there's definitely more that i haven't thought abt. Including coach ships (i definitely have one or two, i AM a big fan of old man yaoi) AND my beautiful yuri ships... i will continue in another post then 😋👍

thank you anon for this opportunity to gush abt shipping... its what i live to do 🫡

[lurkingshan]

Japanese QL Corner

One of my favorite shows of the year comes to an end, and we continue to be blessed with another great Japanese drama with queer themes. This first show is on Gaga and the second is available via fan sub, and I highly recommend watching both! And in case you haven't heard, a full series version of I Hear the Sunspot is taking over this timeslot, so we'll be kicking that off next week!

At 25:00 in Akasaka

gif by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

We come to the end with Hayama and Shirasaki, and what a sweet ending it was. This is officially my favorite jbl of 2024, and I am so happy it stuck the landing. Also fascinated that counter trope and genre expectations, there was not actually a classic jbl run in this show! Hayama technically ran after Shirasaki when he tried to slink out in the morning, but it happened mostly offscreen and was not in the usual mode of the big realization followed by the frantic run. Hayama thought he had already made himself quite clear, but our Shirasaki needs to be told things several times and with no ambiguity before they will sink in, god bless him. I loved seeing the instant relief in every line of Hayama's body when he finally realized the misunderstanding that was getting in the way, and immediately cleared it up. I also love the way the show faked us out on the show within a show ending, and we saw today that it was definitely a happy one. I do have one real critique: we are missing a beat or two that would have more clearly landed the arc on Shirasaki's lack of confidence both in love and his career. But that is a minor complaint. This is a great drama and everyone should watch it!

Bonus: Ossan no pantsu ga nandatte ii janai ka

Episodes 5 - 7 have been made available on @isaksbestpillow's blog, and I got to watch 5 and 6 before posting this. I still love this show to pieces. I continue to love that this show makes time for all its characters and their struggles. In episode 5, we got to spend more time with Daichi and Madoka and see the origin of their love story, as well as see Makoto learn that being an ally is a bit more complicated than he realized when he accidentally outed them at a family BBQ. I loved this conflict because it made perfect sense for Makoto to think he was doing the right thing by welcoming Madoka and explicitly acknowledging who he is to Daichi--he was trying to express his interest and make it clear they were safe with him. But Madoka is not out and this immediately put him into a state of fear and anxiety. Makoto has much more to learn!

In episode 6 we got to see him process and sincerely apologize for that, and I loved that he asked Daichi not to give up on him. He really is trying his best, but he is simply not equipped for some of the nuances around these issues yet. We also got to see more about Mika in this episode and explore the ways her family takes her for granted. All she wanted was a couple minutes of acknowledgment of her hard work, but they were all too wrapped up in their own stuff to notice. Her thoughts on how women are often expected to give up on their dreams to be caretakers were heartbreaking and resonant, and I really liked that Makoto figured out on his own how they had fucked up and came up with an idea for making her feel seen. The family banding together to get her those kpop tickets was just adorable.

Tagging @bengiyo for a manga update.

[muldersfingers]

A silly little thing I threw together today instead of working on my WIP. This is for @enoughslices.

This is what would definitely have transpired if season 1 had happened in the 2010s. Maybe.

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Her new partner was… incorrigible.

He was odd and whimsical, and Scully would never fault someone for that. But, boy, could he be irritating. And maybe a bit of a jerk.

Not a jerk. That was unfair.

He was pretty exhausting to work with, though, although the new assignment itself was partly to blame for that. She was working later each night, coming home more tense.

For the – Scully stopped to count – fourth time in a row Ethan had come, released into the condom inside her and then rolled over to go to sleep, leaving her with a dull, unsatisfying ache for release. 

She slipped out of bed as soon as his breathing settled, telling her he had fallen asleep. Grabbing her phone, she headed into the ensuite and turned on the shower. She sat down on the toilet lid and sighed.

Scully had never been a huge fan of porn. The majority of it was degrading to women, all exaggerated moaning and hairless pussies squirting and huge schlongs that made her vagina clench. Not arousing in the slightest. No, she preferred more intellectual stimulation. Art of some form.

She couldn’t even remember at this point how she came across it, nor did she particularly want to. She felt awfully guilty about it, but she had needs, too. Needs that Ethan didn’t often seem particularly interested in fulfilling anymore.

Tumblr hadn’t been something she had heard about previously, but it seemed a bit of an odd website. She had thought it was supposed to be a blogging website, but it was full of pictures and short, snappy posts that didn’t make sense. And it was full of nudity.

It was where she found Bob.

Bob was an amateur photographer, whose main subject was himself. Himself sans clothing.

That wasn’t entirely true. Bob did also like to photograph himself in underwear and clothing made for women.

Scully blushed. He had updated his blog with a photo of his middle, a black and white snapshot of his hard, sizeable cock straining against what looked like satin panties. Scully sighed, swallowing, as she slipped her free hand into her pyjama pants.

Christ. When she had first seen his blog, she had been drawn in by beautiful, arty photos of his nude form; his hard cock in half-shadow, the long, sculpted line of his back and his pert ass, his big hands on his toned abs and collarbone. The lingerie shots had taken her by surprise. Mostly how much she loved them.

Bob proclaimed himself as a heterosexual man who lived a double life. The thought of a heterosexual man comfortable enough to embrace the enjoyment he felt in lingerie was so alluring to Scully. Not to mention the fact he was, objectively, a very physically attractive man.

She rubbed her finger over her clit, imagining his large hands engulfing her hips, cupping her breasts, hot, strong fingers slipping into her panties and pushing inside her. The bathroom was growing steamy with the shower running, the spray easily concealing the noise of her gasps as she imagined a wet, insistent tongue flicking over her clit. God, she missed being eaten out. 

Scrolling with her free hand, she found another photo, new to her, of Bob on his knees, fishnets up to his thighs and obscene platform stilettos on his feet. Two pictures, side by side, showed a shot of him from the back, ass dimpled from the heels of the shoes, the other from the front, knees wide apart, fingers sprawled across his thighs, cock hard.

It pushed her very swiftly over the edge and she came, gasping as she convulsed, rubbing her clit until it became too sensitive, at which time she circled around it until she rode out her orgasm.

She tried her best to tamp down her guilt when she slipped back into bed next to Ethan.

-

A week later, she had unlocked her phone in the morning and been mortified to see Tumblr still open, Bob’s latest photo still on the screen from her little now tradtional post-sex bathroom trip last night.

He was fully nude, lounging on an unmade bed with his whole body on display, just cutting off his head and his arms, which seemed to be held up, hands laced behind his head. Oh, how she wished she could see his face. She would bet money on him being gorgeous, as beautiful as his body and his art.

It threw her off kilter for the rest of the day. She was distracted, and she really needed to write a case report but she just couldn’t concentrate or even recall some of the facts. She tried and failed to make a dent in her homework.

“I need to consult Mulder on some of this,” she told Ethan as she stood up and gathered her papers. “I’ll be back in time for dinner.”

“You’re going to his apartment?”

Scully fixed him with a stare. “That’s where he lives.”

Ethan threw her a look, which told her he didn’t find her joke funny. Good. It wasn’t meant to be particularly humorous.

Objectively, she knew she and Ethan had probably had their day. Living in a status quo was just so easy when there was no major source of conflict. Things were fine. They weren’t particularly great. He hadn’t been especially happy about her new assignment, which kind of made her like it more.

She called Mulder on the way to check he was home – no surprise to find he was – and upon arrival she was greeted with a soft, cheeky smile. 

As infuriating as he could be, she realised she would rather spend time with Mulder than Ethan, which was an alarming concept. It was just… Mulder was interesting. And Mulder made Scully feel like she was interesting.

She even had fun in his company sometimes.

Scully told Mulder a half-truth – which was more than she told Ethan – that she was having trouble recalling the facts and needed his eidetic memory to fill in the gaps. He was happy to oblige, and they whizzed through the report in no time.

Yet, somehow, three hours had passed.

“Shit,” she muttered. “I’ll be late. I’m expected for dinner.”

“Well, enjoy your evening.”

“Thanks for your help, Mulder,” Scully said gratefully as she reached for her jacket. “Ah. Do you mind if I use your bathroom before I head out?”

“Of course.”

She cut through his bedroom, trying not to look too much. She always thought it intimate, looking at someone’s bedroom, and she always dutifully avoided letting her eyes roam around Mulder’s whenever she had cause to visit the bathroom. She peed quickly, running her hands through her hair a few times after washing her hands. 

As she emerged from the bathroom, she reached for her earlobe, which felt strange. Her earring had unclasped and, as she touched it, it fell out of her ear and out of sight.

So much for not looking Mulder’s bedroom directly in the eye. Now she had to crawl on her hands and knees in there, looking for her earring. 

She spotted it, glistening, just by the bed. As she reached for it, she spotted something underneath the bed.

“God,” she muttered, eyeing the dizzyingly high stilettos.

She didn’t want to be invasive, but it was the most intriguing thing. Who had left them here? Where did she go without shoes? Where had she been in heels like that?

Scully was just trying to get her head around the concept that they might belong to a prostitute when she was struck by something. They were big. Like, big. Like, she had never met a woman with feet that size. 

This realisation was quickly followed by its implications and she gasped, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth, hoping Mulder hadn’t heard.

She recognised these obscene shoes. 

Choking down the guilt – this was so, so invasive – she pulled the shoes from under the bed to get a better look at them in the light. They were black, patent leather, platform with a stratospheric stiletto heel. Mulder’s size.

But it couldn’t. It couldn’t be him. Mulder was Bob? Nerdy Mulder, indisputably sweet, often hard exterior with a soft centre. In heels and panties.

She had fingered herself looking at him last night.

Quickly, she shoved the shoes back under the bed. This was an enormous revelation and, as mortified as she was, she couldn’t in good conscience keep her knowledge of this from him. She had to tell him. As a friend. Besides, if she could work it out, who’s to say who else might?

As she positioned the shoes to make sure they were exactly as she found them, she noticed a slight scuff in the patent leather of the left shoe, just at the tip of the toe.

She swallowed as she pulled her phone out with trembling hands. She could make doubly sure. 

Sure enough, she zoomed in and clocked the scuff on the left shoe. 

She stiffly walked out of his bedroom and over to the couch where he was sitting.

“Y’alright?” he asked, a chuckle undercurrenting his tone. “You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.”

She sat down, frowning, folding her hands into her lap.

She took a deep breath. “Mulder–”

She looked at him, and his expression was so open, and soft, and inquisitive, and she couldn’t do it. She was embarrassed enough for herself, she didn’t need to bring him into that feeling. He didn’t need to know that she had seen his cock, hard, precome sometimes beading at the tip, that she had become aroused at the sight of him in fishnet stockings and stilettos, licked her lips at the way the shoes made his calf muscles look, daydreamed about sinking her fingernails into the flesh of his ass.

Even as she stared at him, and he stared back, she felt herself become wet as she imagined that huge cock between her legs, and she cleared her throat to conceal the choking sound she made.

“I’ll see you at work Monday.”

The profiler in him eyed her suspiciously, the ghost of a grin on his mouth.

She knew she was in for a rough time. Working with him day in, day out was going to be difficult, knowing what she knew and having seen what she had seen. Felt what she had felt.

When she arrived home, she dropped the pizza box in the kitchen, calling out to Ethan that she would be a minute, she just needed to use the bathroom.

She swiftly fingered Mulder out of her system, a quick, hard, shame-filled masturbation after which she couldn’t look herself in the mirror as she washed her hands.

Scully wouldn’t look at her partner in the same way again, but she also wouldn’t look at Bob again. As she left the bathroom, she watched as her apps all wiggled side to side, taunting her as she hovered over the Tumblr app. One tap and Tumblr would be deleted, Bob would be out of her life.

“Come on, Dana,” Ethan called from the living room. “We’ve lost enough of the evening as it is.”

A tickle of resentment at that had her locking and pocketing her phone.

Bob could stay. She needed him.

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

Okay, let’s try that again.

Hey, I’m TheLegendCreator. ’Sup, how’s it going. I’m 17, from Louisiana, and I really, really want people to talk to me. I write a lot, I draw even more, and I like writing analyses on Hazbin Hotel. Minor DNIs will not stop me, because frankly, I’ve seen worse. I’m autistic and have an anxiety disorder. High-functioning or low-functioning? Both. I’m the token cishet in this wild wonderland. I’m occasionally funny.

I’m in (and have been in) a lot of fandoms, so here’s a list:

Beyblade Burst

Encanto

Gravity Falls (pre-Book of Bill)

The Silmarillion

ATLA

Soul Eater

Hazbin Hotel

Noragami

If you’re ever doubting which one is currently my hyperfixation, just look at the banner. I update that.

I was only in the Soul Eater fandom for a couple weeks, so I never got around to writing anything for it.

I’m always open for requests and asks. Always. I like to joke that it’s my Wattpad training, but if you give me a prompt, I can usually whip something up in a week. I’ve been trying to sound more approachable about it, because I miss doing that. I love doing requests, whether it’s art or writing. But be warned—my writing is much better than my art. I’m getting better at it, but I’ve been told my art looks horrible.

My AO3 account is TheLegendCreator. That’s my username literally everywhere. I’m on Reddit, too. (Not anymore. Got perma-banned for posting pictures of myself having…fun. Because god forbid women do anything.)

My other account is @thelegendcreator. I no longer have access to it. (Now I do!) That’s where all of my Encanto stuff is. Go take a look if you want.

If you’ve been here a while, you might have heard of NOT-TLC. That’s Leah, my friend from school. She got me into Hazbin Hotel by showing me “Hell’s Greatest Dad”.

If you think you remember someone with my username on Wattpad—congratulations, you’ve found me! I had to delete my account there, but if you dig deep into the Beyblade Burst fandom, you’ll see me eventually.

I have quite a few favorite characters, so here’s a list. Yeah, another list. I swear I’m not usually this boring.

Alastor the Radio Demon

Bruno Madrigal

Ford Pines

Shu Kurenai

Zuko

Soul “Eater” Evans

Maedhros

Yato

The genre of fanfiction I write wildly varies, depending on the fandom. I don’t write smut often, but when I do, I make it filthy. I’m still trying to figure out what my ‘type’ is when it comes to favorite characters…so far the only consistent thing is that they’re guys.

I’m not a big fan of AUs, outside of Canon Divergence. Unless it’s Modern With Bending. Then I’ll French-kiss that fic, please and thank you.

And down below are some of my favorite people!

@captaintrips9

@walkingweirdmageddon

@thecrazyashley-blog

@diamondkat

@eggcats

@tardis-scooter

(EDIT, because apparently people need it:

I’m not excusing Alastor’s abusive behavior towards Husk. I’m just giving Alastor the overall “not as much of a jerk as you could have been” award. Let Husk be responsible for his actions, let Alastor be responsible for his, and leave me the fuck alone about it. I don’t have the time to slowly walk you all through how Husk’s actions as an Overlord were horrendous. Instead, take a moment to imagine what it would be like to have your soul gambled to an Overlord in the Hellaverse, then get back to me on how you still think Husk was the nicest sweetest kindest Overlord ever.)

(ONE MORE EDIT:

Now opening, @thelegendcreator-version3!)

[huewrite]

The Reincarnated Shapeshifter's Godly Feast

Before I go into everything. Hi! I'm Hue and I write this story here.

It's over on the Tapas App and it'd be really cool if you checked it out. What's it about?

Enoki had a simple life of trying new foods, cooking, and showing what ze learned on hir blog. While trying a new dish, ze suddenly found out ze was deathly allergic to the main ingredient. Luckily for hir, the gods had a need for such a person. Gifting hir a new shapeshifting body, the gods set Enoki on a quest. Find the ingredients for and cook the dishes for the Godly Feast before time runs out. Succeed and gain blessings for the races whose dishes are well represented. Fail, and watch as everyone is destroyed.

Yes it's an isekai, but I am trying to make it funny while keeping up the drama. Plus I'm putting in recipes every so often. I'm not going to lie, there is a contest on Tapas that I've entered it into. Even if I don't win, it's going to continue because I like my lil Neo pronoun shapeshifter.

Even if you don't want to read my story, I encourage you to go check out the other entries. Your reads and views will influence what sorts of stories the Tapas App offers contracts to in the future.

Now onto today's update!

Poor Random Elf #12. But can you imagine being given something you KNOW isn't safe for non elves and told to give it to the non elf?

Is Enoki going to eat it?

Of course ze is. Ze is very hungry and it smells great. Honestly, this is probably why ze died in the first place. "Oh yeah this is making my throat itch but the seasoning is amazing! Maybe one more bite."

[hero-hoe]

Hello loves! Here's a little about me before you go and scroll. ♡

First and foremost: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. My blog and content is strictly for those 18 and older and if you are underage, you should leave. Anyone found to be interacting while underage will be blocked immediately.

With that out of the way, hello loves, you can go ahead and call me Hoe, and I write over on Ao3 and post occasional drabbles here. This blog is reblog heavy because I honestly consume more than I write most days. My works are almost exclusively poly fics with plus sized feminine readers / OCs because that's a dynamic and character type I enjoy reading the most. I'm nonbinary and often only write when I'm in a more feminine mood.

In addition, I live a hectic life and suffer from multiple mental and physical health issues that make writing take a backseat a lot of times. This does not mean I'm abandoning wips or don't have any updates planned, but it's not a priority for me. I have no upload schedule because of this. When a chapter is done, I post it right away.

My most active fics are:

Innumerable Sins and Their Tender Absolution (ISatTA): [Call of Duty] a soulmate!Johnny human/monster poly fic inspired by the wonderful @bluegiragi's Monster au. Features a plus size fem reader from a sheltered background. There is both M/F and M/M in the poly dynamic. Occasional religious themes and and no major warnings other than NSFW.

Treasured Love (TL): [One Piece] an isekai/transmigration fic centered around a fem!OC by the name of Alexia who's Devil Fruit is based off maslow's hierarchy of needs. Major canon divergence with warnings typical of One Piece itself, plus NSFW. Both M/F and M/M. (tagged as /reader for easier visibility, my apologies to anyone here from ao3 who felt tricked.)

Queen, Mother (QM): [Jujutsu Kaisen] coming of age poly fic with a fem!reader who serves as the vessel for Sukuna's wife (fem!OC). Religious themes in the form of worshipping the OC as as ancestral god. Warnings typical of JJK, no NSFW as of this time. M/F only right now.

My less focused works right now are:

Cambion: [My Hero Academia] a college!au harem fic featuring a demon quirked (Y/N) OC. ((I am working on editing that, forgive me, it was my first posted fic)). Largely canon compliant with only an additional NSFW warning. M/F and M/M

Asthenophobia: [Demon Slayer] a modern day pet!au with a fem!oc who has narcolepsy. A very lighthearted farm life fic where OC and Service Demon!Tengen slowly adopt more demons. Eventual poly. No warnings beyond NSFW and the moral questionability of demons as pets. M/F only right now.