#have some medieval daddy in these trying times

[poet-to-none]

You know what I have always liked about Magnus?

He was (told or aware) he didn't have a right to exist as an immortal before he was one, to the end of his immortality, without a break, but he thought "I do have a right" and he stayed strong.

Anyway, when definations are going to chaos all around you, relax a little on the inside, you do have a right to just be doing you.

[fragglerockopinions]

today i visited subway. the person behind the counter was a woman i went to high school with and used to work with at the subway in our hometowns four years ago. we both attend college within twenty miles of home. i don't know her last name but i still have her number in my phone. she said "small world" but i don't think the world is small. i think we're small.

[starcrossed-lov3rz]

The Vow Spoken Through Time - Part 11

Daemon x Rhaenyra x Wife!Reader

Series: Series Masterlist

Warnings: MDNI, yelling, plot

Tags: marriage, poly relationship, Daemon being hopelessly in love with his wives, Queen!Rhaenyra

Words: 1.2K

Description: Y/N is having a rough morning. She's fired. She's hungover. She's in a stranger's bed. She's waking up in a new world? She's married?!

Rhaenyra and Daemon's day started normal. Waking up next to their darling wife before tending to their duties. The difference? Their wife is speaking in riddles and has no memories of them.

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The tree behind you is identical to the heart tree in the keep. But as you look out, you and Daemon are clearly standing in the middle of a city park. The street and cars are visible from your position. 

“We’re in my world now.”

You walk around, trying to get your bearings. 

“Where are you going? We need to get back!” Daemon caught up to you. 

“No, Daemon, I spent months letting you and Rhaenyra try to convince me that my life wasn’t real.” You continue walking until you hit a road. Looking at the name, you sigh in relief. That witch outdid herself. Not only are you back in your world, you’re in the same city and just a few blocks from your apartment. 

“What do you want me to say, y/n? That I’m sorry?”

You scoffed, “actually that would be a lovely start.” Speedwalking down the sidewalk, you try not to think about all the weird stares you’re both getting. 

“Y/n,” Daemon grabs your arm to stop you. 

“Hey man, leave her alone!” A passerby stops, grabbing Daemon’s arm in an attempt to pull him away.

“If you wish to keep that hand, you will remove it at once,” Daemon growls.

“It’s okay! No one is going to hurt anyone!” you jump in. “Thank you for stopping, but I promise everything is fine. My husband is just in the dog house at the moment.” The stranger’s brows furrow, but he releases Daemon’s arm. He’s openly staring at Dark Sister on Daemon’s hip. “Oh Jesus H. Christ,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead. “We are….uh…cosplayers. Yeah, my husband and I cosplay, and this was for a photo shoot.”

“No we-”

“Yep, we are just big fans of that medieval times shit!” 

The stranger nods slowly, clearly regretting his choice to stop. “Well, um, have fun with that? Sorry, I just saw this dude manhandling-”

“No worries,” you say, pulling Daemon to walk away with you. “Thanks for looking out for me.”

Daemon is seething as you walk away, his hand drifting down towards Dark Sister’s hilt. “Why did you interfere? I had that handled!”

You don’t even try to bite back the laugh. “Really? You had it handled? What were you going to do, cut off his hand?”

“Yes!”

“Welcome to 2024,” you snort. “Even if you did, someone would have called the cops on the lunatic running around with a sword.”

“I am the Prince Consort-”

“I promise you no one here cares,” you groan. “We don’t really do all that here.”

You drag Daemon into your apartment building’s entry, running into one of your downstairs neighbors. “Hey Dani!” you say, “Going for a beach day?”

“You know it girl,” she grins, hoisting her tote bag up. “Gotta get some use out of the bikini and find myself a sugar daddy.”

“Where are we, and why is that woman in her small clothes?” Daemon asks, not bothering to lower his voice. 

Dani glares, pulling her coverup closed. You’re shocked, but you elbow Daemon. “I am so sorry for him,” you stumble over yourself. “He’s….he’s amish. They don’t have bikinis….or apartments?”

She nods and leaves, clearly upset. 

“Daemon what the fuck? You can’t just say tha-”

He doesn’t even have the decency to look apologetic, merely looking down at you with a grin. “Do you have a bikini as well?”

You groan, hitting the button for the elevator. “You’re something else, you know that? I have half a mind to leave you alone so I can sulk in peace.” You hop on the elevator, and Daemon follows warily. He looks very unsure of the device. “You’re lucky I love you,” you sigh.

“What’s stopping you from abandoning me in this world?” Daemon asks. “You were clearly ready to cut all ties to us.”

“It’s complicated,” you say. “I was upset and needed space. But I could never just abandon you here, you wouldn’t last a day and I wouldn’t forgive myself.”

“Does this mean you’re coming home?” 

You step off the elevator, ignoring his question in favor of rummaging under your front door’s welcome mat for a spare key. 

“My love, I’m sorry for not believing you,” Daemon begins. “Nyra is going to be worried sick, please just come back with me.”

“Daemon, I love you but I need time.” You sigh, looking around your apartment for your phone. It was still plugged in next to your bed. Picking it up, you saw the date. “That’s weird,” you murmur, “no time has passed.”

“What do you mean?”

“Today is the same day I woke up as her.”

“You’ve been with us for months though,” Daemon whispered. 

“I guess time works differently when you’re traveling worlds.” You shuck off your dress and rummage through your drawers to find a bra. “I never thought I’d say it, but damn I miss bras.” You slip into a tshirt and jeans before trying to find something for Daemon to wear. 

“My love, are you sure that is appropriate to be outside in?”

You groan, finding a pair of your ex’s jeans and a baggy shirt. “These should fit, just put them on and try to keep your opinions to yourself.”

“But y/-”

“No buts, do you want food or not?”

Daemon nodded, changing in silence as his eyes flickered around the room. “What is this?” he asked, gesturing towards your phone.

“It’s a cellphone. Think of it like a raven, I guess,” you say. “I can use it to write or talk to anyone in the world right now.”

“That’s impossible,” Daemon snorted. “Not even the fastest raven cou-”

You roll your eyes, dialing up your favorite pizza joint and putting them on speakerphone. “Hey, can I order pickup? A  large pepperoni pizza and garlic knots for y/n.”

“20 minutes.”

Daemon stood, mouth agape as he heard the voice come through the other side of the line. You smirked, hanging up the phone. “Just wait until you find out about TV.”

“What is pizza?” 

“The greatest thing since sliced bread.”

“What’s sliced bre-”

NOTE: It's me againnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Not gonna bore ya'll with the life drama, but damn life is crazy. Anyway, here's a chapter PLUS no spoilers but later today I'm dropping the first chapter to a new fic and the main love interest is *drum roll* WOLVERINE BB. As always - some ppl I can’t tag, so if you’re listed on the tag list and not receiving notifications, please check that your settings are on “allow this blog to appear in search results” or message me if I messed up the spelling! ~ Lacie <3

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[justcallmesakira]

"𝑰𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌?"

summary: just my favourite characters taking care of reader when shes sick

genre: hurt to comfort, full fluff

warnings: reader has a personality similar to me!, fem reader, nothing else, double suicide joke on dazai

a/n: guys please I am so sick right now I feel sohdghdgdhd if only there was someone who could send me some sakilai selfship stuff/j

"nikolaiiiii" you whine from your bed eyes too teary to reach out wherever he is.

"Ah, my dove, I am coming right now" he shouts from outside of your room running in with a packed box of soup.

Unfortunately because of nikolais amazing cooking skills he failed to make a simple cup of soup. So he decided to order from takeout.And that soup is the food you need to eat right now.

"feed me please..." you state when he placed the bowl of soup and sat down next to you."Dove i think you can feed yous-" you only sniffed and looked at him with teary eyes which instantly made a certain feeling of guilt rise up in his stomach.

"fine then. Guess I will have to take care of my lovely crybaby girlfriend!" nikolai jokes before using taking off his gloves using his teeth and putting them aside, which you always considered a very handsome and hot thing for him to do.

His bare hands pick up the spoon full of soup and vegetables and gently slides it into you mouth, as fragile like a glass doll.

"Also I am not a crybaby! It was an act for you to feed me" you puff to which gogol gasps a bit too dramatically "you pesky silly! Come here daddy's going to punish you kittem" he jokingly says putting the bowl of soup on the bed side.

"HELP nikolai that is not funny! Stop THAT IS NOT FUNNY AT ALL. I am sick!!" you cry out getting out of his way which fails as he lunges towards you and holds you in his grasp

"I was joking! Calm down (name) I just want to hug your germs away." "Those germs will hug you back but okay!"

You sneakily crept up to the fridge before opening it, looking for a tub of icecream before finding it instantly. You reach out to grab it but before your hand can get any closer a hand slams the door shut.

You don't turn around to the figure behind you and swallow a spit, scared of the man's creepy and menacing smile from behind you.

"Now now, isn't my dear supposed to be in bed resting? So I wonder who this woman here is" his sarcastic voice rings in your ears as you slowly turn around.

"Fedya hahaha what are you doing here ahaha aren't you supposed to work?" you nervosuly laugh before you start coughing again, more ferocious this time.

His cruel and irritated shade hovering his eyes become more soft and tendor as he picked you up over his shoulders like a pack of potatoes and carried you to the bedroom.

"Fyodor? Since when did you become s-augh augh strong-?" you asked clearly shocked at his sudden romantic move.

"Say that again I am giving you medieval style treatment." "WH- wait how do you know medieval tre--"

Before you could finish your sentence, he throws you on the bed in the gentlest way before sitting down next to you and grabbing a medicine.

"please tell me it's not those swallow pills. I hate them like you everyone in Yokohama hates you" you pout but he only glares at you for a second.

"I mean- I love you hahaha, you know" you laugh it off and look at his nail bitten fingers elegantly take the spoon of the liquid and holds it up to you lips.

"ew that looks like pink vomit" you get away from the spoon infront of you. "(name) I didn't ditch my work for this, it feels like I am taking care of a child rather then my significant other."

"wellll you still counted me as your significant other so" you tease him, trying to make him forget about the medicine.

"(name)" his voice is colder than your cold and you only look at him with puppy glistening eyes. "can.. can you feed me with your mouth? a sickly kiss?" you ask innocently.

"you are already sick fedya, please?" he only sighs at your statement, knowing it's stupid and silly to argue with you.

He takes the medicine in his mouth and pulls you closer to push it in. It tastes bitter, but his lips make it sweet. It only lasts a moment but cures that starving feeling in your heart.

He pulls away as you swallow the liquid before tucking your self under the covers and start giggling like a school girl.

"sigh,,,please don't eat anything cold, your sickness will only worsen. Take your pills daily and I will send some chocolates later, okay? Don't be too much of a hassle"

"Bellllaaaaaa, i got you your favourite food!" his voice soothes out like a lullaby to your ears as you rise up from your bed and rush towards him.

"zai-zai!" But before you could say anything your head starts spinning and everything seems dizzy.

He keeps the bag of food on the table before rushing to catch you. "WOAH bella, can't have you spinning to death now can we! You told me if you had to die you wanted to die with me! Together"

He says picking you up bridal style and laughing at the swirls in your eyes. "i am here feeling like I just hot down from some Rollercoaster and your here joking? I swear to god dazai this is why you can't pull hoes"

"why would you say that bella? You pull germs" he pouts like a child but was probably smirking inside at his cheeky remark.

"You little manwh-" "shhh lets eat soem chocolate cheesecake shall we?" he places you on the side of your bed and brings the packets of cakes and slowly lays it down infront of you.

You sick and tired looking eyes glow up. "I want the cheesecake!" you announce to him as dazai laughs before opening the packet and taking a spoonful of the desert before motioning you to open your mouth.

He feeds you it whole slowly, which you only giggle "i didnt new yuo weer so living, dezai" you mumble chewing on the contents.

"finish your food first bella, then you can compliment your amazing BOYFRIEND HAHAHA" he laughs before getting up to clear up the packets.

While he does that you snuggle up to your bed before coughing for a while. "come join me, love" you motion him which your boyfriend does as he lays himself next to you

"Oh my bella, I hope you get well soon I can't wait to kiss you and hug you and maybe even fall off the bridge with you!"

You moved away from the camera turning on the record button and started dancing to the choreography of 'detention' by melanie martinez which by the way you should actually check out.

However as you were swifting your movements according to the dance you heard a Click and ran to you bed, but you only had a second to choose a sleep position before yosano can come.

"(name) I am not that stupid." she opens the door to enter the room as she looks at your pretend sleeping position.

"You can just dance hystericaly while you have a bad cold and have iron cells lesser than than the literacy rate in japan" your girlfriends scolding hits you hard so you decided to get up, what's the point.

"As much as i wish i could see more of you dancing" she continues, "You need to get better for it, I dont want you fainting once again like yesterday.

"who knew you could joke" you whine out. Yosano takes a chair and takes a place beside you. "I am not that serious, love. Now let me check your fever."

She takes off her gloves and presses her hand on your forehead. "Hmm, you have long way to fully recover" her voice is much softer than when she was scolding you.

"huhhh, that's not fair...i dont want to be bedridden for soooo long :(" your eyes start looking teary again, nose red from the heavy coughing from when she was taking care of you last night.

she sighs, "awhh my baby, there there. This is why I told you to take the medicines. But you didn't listen did you" you look up to her eyes glossy like a child who needs to be cared.

She kisses your forehead before getting up.

"I wish I could kiss your cold away however it won't work like that instead I will cook you your favourite chicken soup for you okay?"

a/n: man i hate my hoarse throat aughhhh I want fedya to take care of me rn *cough cough*

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Your Screams Are Like Music (Incubi!SatoSugu x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Geto Suguru x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which Reader accidentally summons two demons when she gets drunk one Hallow’s Eve night in her village. But not just any demons: incubi. And in order to be satisfied, they need her or else they’ll haunt her forever…but that may not be such a bad thing. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Incubi!SatoSugu; Sex Magic; Summoning; Drunk!Listener; Dubcon; Dom!SatoSugu x sub!Reader; Edge Play; Degradation; Choking; Cum Play; Daddy Kink; Spanking; Unprotected DP; Oral + Analingus; Fingering; Double Deepthroat; Marking; Bruising; Breeding Kink; Creampie + Throatpie; Facials

Writer’s Note: I’ve had this idea for a looooong ass time & figured there’d be no time to write it like now for spooky szn! Just as a note: This takes place in a medieval time period (think 17th century). I thought this would be fun to write since I’ve NEVER done a fantasy-based time period fic. I hope y’all enjoy it! -Jazz 💋💋

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“Shot for the road, anyone?!” you holler at your friends, both old and new…new as in those who you just met an hour ago and have gotten drunk and danced all night with. 

“I think you’ve had enough to drink, girl,” Nobara says, snatching your jug of addictive red berry wine from you. “You can’t even stand up!” You stick your tongue at her and try to prove her wrong by standing up from the barstool, but you nearly trip over your own two feet in your boots and have to grip the bar for balance. 

Nobara cracks a smile, snickering to herself as she sips her third beer of the night. The girl can drink anyone under the damn table. “Lightweights,” she chuckles. 

You gape at her, offended. “Hey, you’re the one who was pushin’ shots at me just an hour ago!” you scoff, referring to the shots of Bourbon infused with the taste of fall baked goods, including pumpkin pie, caramel, and apple strudel. You may have overdone it by slugging down some berry wine too, but damn, can’t you live? This is a celebration! And a bar with drinks half off, no less. 

You turn towards your other longtime besties that you’ve been celebrating all night with. “Yuji, Megumi, tell her to stop bullying me!” You shout, pouting your glossy lips at them. 

Megumi’s emo, I’m-too-good-for-this ass sits next to you, nursing the same Jack Daniel’s he’s been sipping on since he got here. “I’ve got nothing to do with this,” he grumbles. “I’m just waiting for this idiot to pass out so I can carry him home.” 

He juts a chin at the tall, muscular, pink-haired guy currently dancing around on the floor with the rest of the crowd, skirts spinning, boots stomping, and bodies twirling to the live band playing outside. “Y/N, come dance!” Yuji shouts, waving you towards him. “Maki needs a dance partner!” 

One of the Zenin sisters is twirling for her life in the crowd that has made space for her, cheering her on. Maki, the oldest, sternest, and whom Nobara calls ‘Ms. Four-eyes’, is literally letting her hair down tonight. Her long, dark green locks spin around her as she dances, drunk and giggly.

“Oh, shit!” you giggle, immediately moving to join her. It’s not every day you see such an uptight person let loose for the night. 

But Nobara stops you, grabbing the skirts to your pretty, ruffled dress. “Nu-uh,” she says. “You need to get your ass home and in your bed before you pass out too.” You turn to her, fixing your dress. It’s the kind that falls off the shoulders and exposes just a bit of cleavage, giving you a very sexy but classy look.

You picked it out just for this occasion. “But it’s only midnight!” you whine like a child. “And it’s Hallow’s Eve. I haven’t even been out here long!” 

That’s a lie and Nobara knows it because she, Megumi, and Yuji have been with you since the Hallow’s Eve Festival began at 6 PM sharp…but everyone in your village knows that festivals don’t start until nightfall. That is when the drinks start flowing and the real entertainment begins. 

Hallow’s Eve aka Halloween is a big holiday in your small village. Hallow’s Eve is considered the peak of autumn and a time of fun in your village…but it is also a time of caution. Traditionally, all of the villagers gather together in the town square to set up vendors, have costume contests with cash prizes, and drink alcohol at cheap prices. It is your way of building community and celebrating the holiday. 

But behind all of that fun is something less bright and cheery. Home-cooked goods from bakery and tavern vendors are set up beside statues and burial sites as offerings. Candles are lit. Garlic is set outside windows and on door knockers. The festival is shut down after midnight and everyone is home before dawn. 

Your village is very superstitious. Almost everyone here believes in ghosts, ghouls, evil spirits, or one of the three. Hallow’s Eve is considered a night where all spirits and creatures, good and bad, are at their most powerful and rise from the depths of Hell to wreak havoc on those who do not heed warnings. 

But you don’t believe in that bullshit. You never have. When you come home at night, never have you been snatched up by a ghost or spooked by a demon. You work at your favorite herb shop making good money, you date, you pay your bills, and you mind your grown-ass business. You don’t indulge in any kind of superstitions that your fellow villagers do.

Besides, da fuck you look like cutting your Hallow’s Eve night short all because of some supernatural BS when you should be drinking, flirting, and forgetting about your ex?

“You’ve been out here since 6 PM, you drunk!” Nobara argues. “And I won’t be dragging your ass home like I did last time at the summer solstice fest!” Megumi doesn’t wait to interject and check on his friend. “Actually, that was me who dragged her home,” he sassily says. “You just carried her purse.” 

Nobara scoffs, rolling her one eye since the other is behind an eyepatch. “Oh, same thing! I still helped!” Megumi runs a hand through his spiked, black hair and tries to argue, but a jug of ale slamming onto the bar stops him. 

Mai, the youngest Zenin sister and the flirtiest of the two of them takes a seat at the bar beside Megumi. “Leave the girl alone, Nobara,” she scoffs. “Besides, she still has to look for some fun to take home tonight…unless she already has.” She turns to you with a smile playing on her red lips. “Give me the deets, girl! You scoop up a hot guy with your fine ass yet?” 

“Why, thank you,” you giggle, twirling your hair. “And no, definitely not in his tiny ass town. I swear, I’ve either fucked or dated half of the men here!”

Nobara rolls her eye while Mai laughs into her drink. “She’s exaggerating. But I agree, hon; you won’t be finding your next prospect here in his shitty little village.”

Mai titters, winking at you girls. “That’s why I travel.” 

You don’t want to tell them that you won’t travel just for a quick fuck. You don’t want to tell them that every single one of your prospects in your little village has been lackluster or below average leading to your sex life being nonexistent at this point.

Luckily, Maki comes stumbling over and tosses her arms around Mai and Megumi. “Heeey, you guys,” she hiccups. “What are we talkin’ about?” 

“Why Y/N hasn’t found a hot guy to replace her garbage ex yet,” Mai replies. “Honey, that man wasn’t anything short of trash!” The buzz from the alcohol suddenly dissipates a bit, leaving you feeling tired. “Tell me about it,” you grumble. 

Megumi and Nobara instantly glare at the youngest Zenin sister. “Read the room, Mai,” Nobara whispers. Mai gasps, covering her mouth with a dainty hand. “Oops! My bad, darling.” 

You crack a smile despite your stomach flipping at the mention of your ex-boyfriend who dumped your ass almost a year ago for a new prospect in the next town over. As a traveling writer looking for his new big break, your ex often told you stories of women who flirted with him…but you didn’t expect it to work one day. 

After two years of dating, he came to you, admitted that he wasn’t happy, and a week later, you found him on the front page of the newspaper with a famous singer’s daughter. You were devastated, to say the least. Even more so when you realized just how toxic, immature, and horrible of a lover your ex really was. 

After that, you bounced from guy to guy, dating some, fucking some, ghosting some or some ghosting you. It was a hit or miss, really, but you’re tired of hitting or missing. If you didn’t get something that would knock your socks off, you didn’t want it. Life is too short for mediocre romance and sex. 

“It’s cool,” you reply to Mai, passively waving your hand. “Plus, I’ve done the dating and hookup thing. It’s all getting old for me. I want someone who’s really gonna satisfy me, y’know? Someone exciting. Someone who will make every boring man in this town look subpar.” 

Nobara snorts, tossing an arm around you and squeezing you close to her blouse. “I don’t know about that one, but if you want romance, you’ve always got Todo.” She nods at the hulking, fine-ass man with biceps the size of watermelons currently in the middle of an arm wrestling contest. 

You scoff as the Zenin sisters laugh. Even Megumi cracks a smile. “What?! Girl, you know good and damn well that I am not his type! He likes skinny, white girls.”

You down the rest of your wine before slipping out of Nobara’s hold and grabbing your cloak. “Aaaand on that note, I’m headin’ home. Thanks for tonight, y’all! I’ll see y’all in the afterlife.”

Yuji swoops in on you from the dance floor and wraps you up in a big, sweaty hug. “Be careful out there, Y/N!” he yells in your ear over the music. “Ya never know what’s out there.” 

Your friends bid you farewell before you leave the cramped tavern and travel through the throng of vendors, entertainers, and guests meandering among the closed-off streets coated in orange streamers, carved pumpkins, and colorful leaves from the trees. The air is crisp and fresh with autumn and the night is dark, only lit by some gas lamps lining the streets. 

“Hon, you don’t have to follow me,” you say, not even turning around. “I literally live right up the road.” You can sense Nobara behind you despite her quiet footfall in her ankle boots. You opted for the sexy, heeled knee highs to pick somebody up, but that plan fell through. 

“No, it’s not that,” she argues, catching up with you to stand by your side. “I wanted us to chat! Real talk, Y/N, and be honest: do you really not wanna date anymore after your ex?” 

You keep your eyes trained on the trail as the festival gives way to quiet businesses closed for the night. “It’s not that,” you sigh. “But he’s part of it. I don’t wanna waste my time and get hurt like that again.” You cross your arms under your cloak where your leather clutch is, hugging yourself. 

“Then what about just sticking to sex?” Nobara asks. “When’s the last time you hooked up with a guy?” You heavily sigh, depressed by the thought. You gave up on all of this a month ago and haven’t been with any guy since. “A month ago and that was all I needed to see that hookup culture ain’t for me anymore. He was awful, girl! He didn’t even try to get me off and had the nerve to use my shower without asking when he was done bending me over.” 

Nobara giggles despite your sob story. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want good sex. I want great sex! I want someone to take me on a bed and do me in a way that’ll make me see God.” 

And God, do you. Though you manage to get yourself off fine, your fingers and erotic books can only do so much for a girl. Humans need sex, right? It’s essential to survival and lately, you feel like you’ve been failing miserably without it…especially sex with a partner who is interested in pleasure YOU, not just themselves. 

“Well, that’s a testimony if I ain’t heard one before,” Nobara laughs, her footfalls falling in line with yours on the cobblestone. You nod, looking up at the clear, starry sky above. “I guess I’m just….waiting. I’m tired of searching and getting disappointed.” 

Nobara stops suddenly and so do you, turning to her. She places a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezes.“Well, just know that you deserve better than anyone I know.” You smile at your friend and press a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll take that with me on the way home.” You turn, walking away with a click of your boots. “And don’t follow me! I’m a big girl!” 

Nobara listens and watches you trot away down the path to your home. But just as you’re about to turn the corner to go through the woods, she stops you. “Y/N!” she calls. You turn, looking at her expectantly. Her lips press into a thin line. “Just…be careful, okay?” 

You scoff, cocking your head at her. “Oh, not you too! Is Yuji’s superstitious ass rubbing off on you?” You laugh, but Nobara doesn’t. “Look, I’m just sayin’! It’s Hallow’s Eve and you know people can get crazy…plus, you never know what’s lurking out there.” 

She looks into the woods, her expression uncertain and…scared. You’ve never seen her look like that before. But then again, living in a village where people believe in the supernatural will condition you. You strut towards your friend and hug her close to your body. “Kusaki, I’m fine. I’m just up the road and I promise I’ll go around the deep, dark, scary woods. Now go back and scoop Yuji up.” 

You release her and give her a wink before strutting off down the path, your boots clicking across the cobblestone. “Hey,” she calls after you. “If you happen to see a hot piece of ass on the way home, take him back with you.” 

You turn around and blow her a kiss. “Will do,” you laugh. “I’ll make sure to send him to you when I’m done!” She laughs and waves to you as you depart, heading home. 

You feel bad for lying to your friend, but the last thing you need is a lecture or to be afraid of a trail you’ve taken thousands of times. The trail cutting the woods is easier than going around it, so you find yourself doing just that, humming a tune as you do. You don’t pay attention to how the forest looks like something out of a horror film, like how the leafless branches on the trees look like skeletal fingers stretching towards the sky or how the stars are now behind ominous clouds that hang above you like— 

Crunch. 

You skid to a stop, looking behind you. All that moves are the branches in the autumn breeze. Could that have been you? Maybe you stepped on a branch you didn’t see. Though a bit frazzled, you continue on your way until you hear distant voices. As you get closer, the trees give way to a clearing where five kids decked out in Halloween costumes stand. “Fuck,” you sigh. Just what you need tonight. And it’s just a coincidence that this is happening on your trail home. 

You conceal yourself behind a nearby tree, peeking through the leaves. Four are standing in a circle while the other stands in the middle of some kind of drawing in the grass. You can’t make out what it is, but you know that it’s suspicious. Any kid outside past midnight is up to no good.

“No, no, Billy!” one of the kids dressed as a vampire yells. “You’re supposed to pour the pig’s blood before you say the words!” Billy, the big kid in the middle wearing a devil costume, turns towards the vampire, holding a bucket. “Shut up! I know what the fuck I’m doin’!” 

You come out from behind the tree and walk towards them as they bicker. “Hey,” you say, putting some bass in your voice. “What are y’all doing?” Each boy looks toward you, shocked to see you there. Billy scoffs, smirking at you with a face full of freckles. ”None of your business, grandma.” The vampire and poorly-made werewolf snicker at their friend. Billy must be the leader. 

“Grandma?” You scoff, putting a hand on your hip. “What are you, eight? Obviously, since you’re still wearin’ costumes at your big age.” Now all four of the boys, including a cowboy and a bedsheet ghost, laugh. Billy turns as red as his cape. “Shut up!” He snaps. “I said get lost or you’ll be sorry.” He glowers at you, tossing the bucket aside. 

You aren’t at all fazed. “Bitch, I live over here. This is how I get home and I’m not about to let some knuckleheads terrorize my neighborhood with…” You motion a hand over them. “Whatever this is.” 

“It’s just a game,” the ghost says. “That’s all we’re doing.” You raise a brow at him. “What kind of game? One that calls for pig’s blood and some type of speech?” The boys grow quiet, especially when Billy slips a pocket knife out of his cape. “I said. Get lost, lady. Now. Or I’ll gut you like a—“ 

“No, you get lost,” you growl, trying to sound and look as menacing as possible. “And take your little friends with you. My mother is a witch and I know some ‘speeches’ myself that can make your eyes bleed and your skin peel.” 

Billy scoffs and defiantly rolls his eyes, but when you begin to chant something in a nonsense language, he just about shits himself. “Shit, man, run!” The cowboy yells as he and the others take off. Billy stares at you wide-eyed before finally running off, leaving the bucket. 

Once they’re gone, you stop chanting and laugh. “Idiots,” you chuckle. Now alone, you check out the scenery for yourself and walk towards the drawing. It is big, crude, and written in red liquid with multiple lines, each one connecting into a big star you stand in the middle of. 

You scoff when you realize what it is: “Seriously? A pentagram?! Those little shits were tryna summon a demon!” You then giggle drunkenly. “Maybe I should conduct a ritual myself, see if I can summon some good dick. That’s a damn shame: me summoning a whole demonic being just to get laid.” 

You’re aware that you’re talking to yourself out in the woods like a crazy person, but you’re so drunk that you can’t stop. “It’s just so hard to find someone exceptional,” you groan. “Damn men. Damn my ex. Damn this small village. Damn this shitty dating pool! All I’m asking for is a great romance if not great sex. How much longer can I date myself?” 

You turn to the overcast night sky and spread your arms wide, lamenting to the Gods above. “I’d give anything to have someone put me through the mattress! I’d fuck a ghoul, a goblin, hell, even a fucking demon! Anyone—just please FUCK ME!” 

Your voice echoes across the clearing before fading away, replaced by a lone owl hooting. You truly are alone. 

Crunch. 

Or are you? You abruptly turn around and stare into the dark, lush forest, peering through the trees. “Hello?” You call. Nothing responds. “Listen, if you caught any of that, just know that I’m drunk and I didn’t really mean it, so…please don’t follow me. I really do know some spells.” 

They’re really only spells to make your herbs grow at work that your mother, an herbal witch, taught you, but ‘they’ don’t know that. Still, you get nothing but the wind. “You’re losin’ it, girl,” you whisper to yourself. “You’ve gotta lay off the wine.” Quickly, you tighten your cloak around yourself and hurry down the trail, your footsteps brisk and fast. 

When you finally get home to your cozy little cottage, you lock the door and kick off your shoes, finally freeing your tired feet. Cinnabon, your pet cat, greets you with a meow and you return the favor with some scratches and treats for her. You don’t even remember going upstairs to your bedroom. All you remember is darkness. 

You never usually wake up in the middle of the night. You’re usually out like a light. But this particular time on this particular night you do…and you don’t like it. When you awaken, you’re still in your clothes from the festival with a splitting headache and in total darkness. Only the silvery moon shines through your bedroom window. 

You don’t know what makes you wake up or why you feel so on edge, but you do. The fine hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your heart won’t slow down. It’s as if something is lurking within the darkness of your bedroom and you’re just waiting for it to reveal itself. 

Then you hear it: running water. Like something—or someone—is in here with you. “H-Hello?” You stammer, staring at your bedroom door. “Cinnabon, is that you?” 

Then you hear something else: a very soft moan. You gasp and quickly turn around, finding a lump under your duvet. It shifts and finally moves, taking the warm cover off of it. Beneath it lies a very beautiful and very unfamiliar man. Shirtless. With nothing on him but briefs. 

When he sits up out of his slumber, you realize how tall he is—he is at least a head taller even though he’s sitting down. He’s also big. Big pecs where two silver balls glitter on his nipples, big arms where one is inked in dark tattoos; big hands, big arms sinewy with veins…probably even bigger below. Your eyes trail down to his muscular thighs and washboard stomach before trailing up to his handsome face, snow-white hair, and ice-blue eyes that are framed by long, white lashes. He is gorgeous. Truly a beautiful man…a beautiful man who is also a stranger in your bed with two big horns jutting out of his head and a pointed tail that curls around your thighs. “Cinna-who?” he groggily asks. 

A scream bubbles up in your chest, but you can’t release it. It’s like your brain won’t let you. All you can do is freeze and stare in horror at the stranger, trying to piece together the past events. Did you meet him at the festival and forget? Did you take him home? Did you— 

The water shuts off and the sound of creaking footsteps makes its way to the bedroom door. Creeeeeak. The door opens, revealing a very big, horned, shadowy figure standing in the doorway. When he enters, you don’t know whether to be afraid or aroused. He is just as attractive as the white-haired stranger in your bed with long, black hair tied into a bun and violet eyes that gaze into yours across the room. 

He is big and misdialed too—big pecs the size of watermelons; big arms and biceps inked with tattoos and pierced nipples; thick, tree-trunk thighs that lead up to toned, mouth-watering abs dripping in water; big feet and hands that grip one of your bath towels around his slim waist. He, too, also has giant horns jutting out of his scalp and a pointed tail that sways between his legs. 

“Sorry,” he sighs, his lip ring glittering as he gives you an apologetic smile, “but I think I used up all of that shea butter soap in your shower. Is that what makes you smell so good?” 

Finally, the scream inside of you escapes you. You jump off of the bed in horror and snatch the bat that you keep by your bed. Both men react in total confusion and alarm as you cower in the corner, holding the bat out for protection. “Stay away,” you warn. “D-Don’t come near me!” 

The long-haired stranger puts his hands up in defense. “Alright, alright, let’s just calm down, sweetness.” Neither one of them moves, probably afraid of scaring you even more. “Don’t call me that!” You demand, pointing the bat at him while glaring at the sexy ass blue-eyed man kneeling on your bed. “And don’t tell me to calm down! Who are you?! How’d you two get in here?!” 

Both men look at each other questionably. “Don’t you remember, baby?” The blue-eyed stranger asks, albeit flirtatiously. “You called for us. You specifically said you’d let even a demon fuck you.” His soft-looking lips curl into a seductive, teasing smile that fills your stomach with warm, fuzzy tingles that you ignore. 

Your brain, still slightly fogged from your slumber, tracks back to when you were in the forest. You damn near facepalm yourself. You did say that…very loudly. And someone clearly heard you because now they’re both standing in your bedroom. “And here we are,” the blue-eyed hottie chuckles. “Lucky for you, we like our humans desperate and needy. Ain’t that right, Sugu?” 

The fine-ass long-haired specimen standing in your towel that is dangerously low on his narrow hips slowly nods his head. He doesn’t speak, but his eyes, so molten hot and lustful, say everything. “Oh, by the way, I’m Satoru,” the white-haired hottie says, flashing you an award-winning smile. “Last name Gojo. That’s Geto Suguru, just in case you like to scream names during sex. Pet names work for us too though! I love being called ‘Daddy’ or—“ 

“Wait, wait,” you interrupt, putting a hand out to stop him. Your brain is trying to process this newfound information as quickly as possible. “Are you telling me that y’all two…are demons?” 

The two slowly, silently nod, sizing you up with their intense gazes. But they grow confused when you begin to laugh, practically doubling over from it. “That’s funny,” you say in a fit of giggles. “C’mon, stop playin’ and just leave, okay? I know it’s Hallow’s Eve and all, but to break into a single girl’s home isn’t—“ 

Suddenly, you find yourself pinned against the wall and Suguru’s big, clawed hand wrapped around your neck. You don’t even have time to gasp because of how fast he is. Did he teleport? The scent of your shea butter soap and something spicy wafts off of him, flooding your nostrils. “Does this look funny to you, sweetness?” He whispers, his lips close to your ear. 

You don’t speak, your mouth frozen in a frightened O. Slowly, Suguru takes the bat from you and sets it down. You let him. Satoru comes over too, smirking. “This isn’t fake either.” He takes your hand and places it on his horn which is smooth like granite. “We’re the real deal, little girl, so you’d better show us some respect since we’re here to please you.” 

It’s like a record scratches as soon as he says it. You close your mouth and blink away your terrified tears. “P-Please me?” you ask, confused. “You’re not here to kill me or e-eat me?” 

The two demons look at each other again and begin to laugh. Even their laughter is sexy. “Nah, we don’t get down like that, baby,” Suguru chuckles, gently releasing you. “Some bloodthirsty demons are, but not us.” 

“Mmm-hmm,” Satoru hums, his eyes seductive. “We would rather eat you up in another way that will satisfy both of us.” You can’t deny the way your body reacts to his bold words. Your nipples grow embarrassingly tight under your dress. Your stomach flips with need. And your pussy? A damn flood. 

“We’re incubi,” Suguru explains. “Sex demons. We feed off of humans’ sexual energy to survive and gain more power.” Your eyes widen, your stomach dropping. “Sex demons?!” You yelp, pushing yourself further into the wall. You press a hand to your head as if that will help. “Oh, God, I really fucked up. This has to be a dream or I’m unconscious.” 

Satoru takes your hand off of your head and places his own bigger, calloused one on your face. Your cheeks blaze at the contact and the ocean blue of his eyes. “If this is a dream then it’s the sweetest one, dont’cha think?” He teasingly coos. “Havin’ two men all to yourself? I’d be so thankful if I were you.” 

His smile drops as his thumb begins to caress your bottom lip. ”Are you not thankful to have us here, baby?” He asks, actually sounding saddened by the idea. Even Suguru looks disappointed, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. The sight is damn near erotic. 

You feel bad about letting the incubi down, but this CANNOT happen to you. “Um, listen…Satoru? Suguru?” Gently, you take Satoru’s hand off of your cheek. “I appreciate the offer, but I didn’t really mean all of that. I was just drunk, plus I don’t feel comfortable doing this being that y’all are demons and all.” 

Satoru raises an eyebrow at you and crosses his beefy arms over his best. “Are you discriminating against us?” he pointedly asks. Suguru rolls his eyes, nudging him in the side. “Ignore him. We can understand your hesitation, but we’re not gonna ask you for your soul if that’s what concerns you…however, you automatically created a contract with us the moment you summoned us.” 

The mention of a “contract” scares you out of your wits. A contract does not belong in the context of a demon. “How?” you whisper, but you’re not sure if you want to know the answer. 

A humored smirk slides onto Suguru’s lips and you think he even pulls his towel down farther to show off the snake tattoo slithering up his left hip bone. You’re embarrassed to think about how far it goes down. “You said you’d fuck a demon, babe. It’s as simple as that. Us incubi always go for desperate mortals who are unsatisfied with their sex lives and need to be laid down and filled up. You fit the fuckin’ bill.” 

His violet eyes roll over your form, making you feel exposed. “And disagreeing isn’t an option unless you want us to haunt you for the rest of your days,” Satoru adds. “When you summon a demon, you have to successfully complete your end of the deal or else they stay latched to you.” 

And that’s what you were afraid of. Curse you and your alcohol intake! “What’s my end?” you sigh, pinching your sinuses. 

The two big, sexy demons towering over you smirk in your face. “You fuck us till we’re satisfied,” Satoru smirkingly answers. “And we do the same for you. You cum as many times as we want you to because we know your body needs it while we feed off of your orgasms until we get our fill. Then, and only then, will we leave.” 

Suguru’s gaze grows soft, understanding of your reluctance. “No funny business. No taking your soul. None of that. We just want you to feel good tonight.” His voice is soft yet sexy, promising you endless pleasure. “So do we have a deal, little human?” The demons raise their brows expectantly, waiting for an answer. 

You’re still unsure about fucking a sex demon…let alone two! You’ve never had a threesome before, but you’ve fantasized about them. Plus, the idea of being sandwiched between two men much bigger than you who are devoted to your pleasure doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Two soft lips. Four veiny, calloused hands. Two skillful tongues. Two big, fat, throbbing c— 

“Okay,” you huff. “If I agree to fuck you both, you won’t show up here ever again?” Satoru shrugs, nodding. “Unless you summon us again, but yeah, essentially. We don’t show up where we’re not wanted, baby.” He gives you a lopsided smile, cocking his head to the side. It’s ridiculous how sexy it is. “We can give you exactly what you want and need. All you need to say is yes.” 

You don’t want to be haunted forever, so what choice do you have? Plus, though you’d like to admit it, you need some dick ASAP. And you’ve got two right here that are ready and willing to give you some. “Fine,” you scoff defeatedly. “You’ve got a deal. but we need to go over some rules. I don’t fuck demons, let alone have threesomes, so this is new to me.” 

Suguru looks pleased while Satoru cackles. ”Oooh, this will be fun!” Suguru shushes his partner before giving you a sweet smile. “What are your rules, sweetness?” 

They stay completely silent as you count off each rule on your fingers: “Number one: we use a safeword. Number two: no biting or clawing unless I say so. Number three: I like spanking, hair-pulling, choking, and spitting, but you need to warn me first. And number four: I’d like to be fucked without a condom, but NO cumming inside me. I refuse to have a demon baby like Rosemary.” 

Satoru looks bored but nods regardless. “Understood,” Suguru states, and you exhale, glad that this is starting off so easy for you. Maybe this won’t be as horrible as you thought…until Satoru gives you that wicked smirk. “Now get your ass on that bed,” he demands. His tone is so sultry and low that you can’t resist. 

The demons part to let you through and you slowly climb onto the bed, one vertebrae at a time. The incubi look down at you, the silver moonlight illuminating their lustful eyes, delicious muscles, and silver balls glinting from their hard, suckable nipples. Their pecs are so huge that they’d make great pillows AND motorboat material. “There now,” Satoru coos. “Comfy?” Silently, you nod, adverting your gaze. 

Satoru doesn’t like that. He grips your chin, forcing you to look at his illegally handsome face. “Good girl. Now come here; let’s give that mouth something else to do besides talk back.” He presses his lips to yours and though you initially tense, your body melts into his finally as you fall victim to the kiss. 

Satoru’s kiss is the best you’ve ever experienced. His lips are soft and sweet as they move against yours, dancing with you. There is no fight for dominance because you instantly give him that the more his spell works on you. He begins to moan into your mouth like he can’t handle how perfect this kiss is. You begin to moan as well as his tongue licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You allow it and his skillful tongue slides against yours.

As you French kiss, you realize how different Satoru’s tongue feels against yours. You know he has a tongue piercing due to the metallic taste, but you feel something else. Something pointed. 

Satoru has a forked tongue. 

‘Oh, God,’ you think deliriously. You find out that Suguru has one too when he comes behind you and begins gently licking and kissing along your neck, giving you a feel of his soft lips combined with his lip ring. You can only imagine how these silver balls will feel on your pussy. 

“We've never had one be so bratty,” Suguru whispers against your neck. He attaches his lips to one sweet spot there, gently nibbling and sucking on it, intending to leave a mark. Satoru hums in agreement, pulling away from the hot, salacious kiss.

You whimper from the loss. “That’ll make breaking you so much hotter,” he chuckles. “Now wasn’t that nice, baby? C’mon, you can say it. I know my kisses are good.” 

You’re completely breathless and dazed. Your skin is hot and buzzing. Your nipples are stiff and your panties are just about soaked…all from a kiss! “She hasn’t had me yet,” Suguru gruffly replies behind you. He gently turns your face toward him and begins kissing you too. His lips are just as soft and taste like ripe, juicy berries. You moan and whimper into his mouth, his large hand cupping your cheek. 

You feel the bed dip as Satoru sits down and begins kissing your neck, nuzzling your hair, teasingly moaning in your ear. “Hey,” he coos, “whose kiss is better, I wonder? Him or me?” Suguru growls against your lips, irked. He pulls away, a string of saliva hanging on your bottom lips. “Shut up, Satoru. This isn’t about inflating your ego. This is about making this pretty one feel good.” 

Pretty. It’s been so long since you’ve been called such a thing that you shudder. The two demons continue to leave trails of fire on your skin as they kiss up your neck, shoulders, and jaw, until they too grow impatient. “Can we take this off, sweetness?” Sugu asks, tugging at your dress.

Though he is respectful, you can see the wildfire in his eyes imploring you to say yes. “Y-Yes,” you stutter, licking your parched lips. “Just be careful. I like this dress.” 

The demons chuckle, but respect your request and gently begin to undress you. No ripping or tearing despite their long, pointed claws. When you’re finally naked except for your panties, the two demons look ravenously at you in the moonlight. “Just as I thought,” Suguru sighs, a pink blush on his cheeks. “You’re damn near perfection.” 

The two immediately sandwich you between their big bodies, hands groping your soft skin. Fingers stroke your sides, stomach, back, and legs, leaving tingles and goosebumps along your body. You moan and gasp, indulging in their bodies as well with your wandering hands. You can hardly remember enjoying foreplay this much! Your pussy is practically sobbing now, wanting so much to be stroked the way the rest of your body is. 

At some point, the two begin using their big hands to massage and grope your juicy breasts, using their thick fingers to pinch your hard nipples. Feeling their forked tongues and cold metal piercings against your sensitive peaks is a pleasure beyond words. It’s intense and explosive. You squeak in pleasure at the delicious sting, earning two tongue baths in response against your nipples. “That’s it, little lady,” Suguru murmurs. “Cry out for us. We’ve got you.” 

Coaxing you to do so, Satoru slowly slides a hand down between your thighs and presses his long fingers against your wet pussy. You gasp at the zing of pleasure that shoots from your core up to your head and throughout your fingers and toes. All he has to do is pull the thin fabric to the side to sink his fingers in and— 

Satoru takes a nibble of your ear, sucking on your earlobe, and one last squeeze of your breast. “Bend over, baby,” he orders, his blue eyes ablaze with mirth. “Get that prey ass in the air.” Under his and Suguru’s spell, you assume the position: face down, ass up, much to their enjoyment. 

Spank! 

You yelp in surprise at the burning sensation of a hand slapping your asscheek. You turn to look at a sheepish Satoru. “Sorry, baby, but I had to sneak a surprise one in.” You can’t be too mad at him when your pussy is so wet from the assault. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “Just ask next time.” 

The demon smiles, gently running his hand down the cheek he smacked. “May I spank that pretty ass of yours then?” He asks, his tone teasing and sultry sweet. Jerkingly, you nod and the demon hums in satisfaction before raising his hand up again. 

Spank! 

Surprising both yourself and the demons, a loud moan escapes you at the sweet burn. Satoru laughs, jiggling your asscheeks and enjoying the recoil. “Oooh, there’s a moan!” he cackles. “You like that, naughty girl? You want another one?” You weakly stare up at him, your body aflame from the spanks. 

Suguru, however, stops him. “Stop hogging her, Satoru. I want a piece of that too.” His big hand trails down your ass to give it a squeeze. Soon, both demons are massaging your ass which translates well with your already-wet pussy. “Let’s have a little competition then: whoever makes this cutie louder wins,” Satoru says, a teasing glint in his eye. 

Suguru gives him a smile that mirrors the exact same glint in those blue eyes. He then raises his hand above your butt and then brings it down hard against your asscheek, making it jiggle. Satoru follows suit, bringing his palm down a little harder each time to one-up his partner.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

The same sharp sound of their palms hitting your soft globes of flesh fills the bedroom along with each gasp, moan, and whimper that escapes you. 

You can’t believe you’re getting sobbing wet off of getting hit. Neither of them are even touching your pussy yet…until they do. Satoru decides to give your ass a break and experiment with your pussy instead. He gives it a light love tap over your soaked panties and both demons find enjoyment in the adorable yelp you let out….literally. If you could see them, you’d notice how hard they’ve become just from the sounds you make. 

“Ooooh, you like getting spanked here too, baby?” Satoru chuckles. “So fuckin’ cute.” He does it again, humming pleasurably at the way your body jumps and your pussy twitches.

“Mmm, that’s enough, I think. Her pussy certainly thinks so.” The tension in the air has grown thick as the scent of your arousal wafts through the air, intoxicating the two horny demons. 

Satoru does the honors of pulling your panties to the side, revealing your glistening, puffy, soft pussy to them. The demons practically groan at the sight. “You’re so pretty down here, baby,” Suguru murmurs. You feel two of his thick fingers caress your sensitive lips, causing you to moan at the soft touch. You’ve never been this sensitive. This needy. This desperate. 

“Please,” you whimper. Satoru leans in to hear you better, his lips toying with your ear. “Please what, baby? We can’t give you what you want if you don’t ask for it.” His forked tongue slithers out to caress your earlobe, sending chills down your spine while Suguru toys with your pussy, gently rubbing your clit around and around. 

You know you’re going to regret these words, but you’re too desperate to care. You rise up on your arms and look back at them, desperation all over your pretty face. “Please…taste me, Daddies.” Now you can see the two matching tents appearing underneath Satoru’s boxers and Suguru’s towel. The duo looks at each other before smirking deviously. “Oh…you want both?” Satoru chuckles. “Freaky. I like that. How do you feel about getting two forked tongues, hm?” 

You don’t have time to agree or refuse…not that you would refuse. You need something to give you relief and the idea of having two tongues in your pussy is tempting, to say the least. You let the two flip you over onto your back and spread your thighs apart, their greedy eyes glittering at you in the darkness of your bedroom only illuminated by the moonlight cutting through your window. 

Unfortunately for Suguru, Satoru takes up most of your cunt at first. He’s a greedy motherfucker, massaging your ass as he tongue fucks your pussy, filling you up and tasting you in a way unlike no man could ever do. You can’t explain it—the way the forked tips of his tongue tickle and stimulate each sweet spot inside of you; the way the sensitive bundles in your clit sing when his nose swipes against it; the way your body squirms and your thighs quiver under his hands as he spreads you open for him. 

“Oh, fuck!” you whine. “Fuck!” Your voice echoes throughout the bedroom, mingling with the lewd, wet sounds of Satoru’s sloppy eating. His blue eyes pierce up at you through the V of your thighs, staring into your soul as he drinks your pleasure. “That’s it, baby, scream for me. You sound so, so pretty.” He pauses to give your pussy a long lick, his forked tongue sliding against your puffy lips. “I bet no man has tongue fucked you like this, have they?” 

You weakly shake your head, your eyes rolling from the immense pleasure. Sweet Lords in Heaven and Hell, this man can eat pussy! You see stars and space behind your eyelids as Satoru slurps on your cunt, spitting on it before slurping it back up and resuming his eating. 

Tired of watching him have his fun, Suguru shoves him out of the way and kneels between your thighs. “Greedy bitch,” he scoffs. “Move out the way. It’s my turn to taste that pussy.” The demon gives you a wink before he dives between your legs. 

You were wrong about no man having eaten your pussy like Satoru. Suguru takes the cake with that. His lips are pillowy-soft and feel like satin against your sensitive pussy lips. Even his lip ring, as cold as it is, feels good on your needy clit as his forked tongue slides between your lips to explore your little hole. “Shit!” You moan, gripping the sheets for dear life. “Fuck yes, Suguru! You’re so good at this!” 

The long-haired demon smirks up at you, his chin and mouth glistening in your juices. “Thank you, baby,” he coos, ignoring Satoru’s smoldering glare next to him. “Hey, no fair!” He whines. “Y/N didn’t say my name while I was down there!” He forces Suguru to move over. “C’mon, Sugu, scoot over. We need to share.” 

Much to his dismay, Suguru shares your cunt and soon, you have two sets of skillful forked tongues and lips on your pussy, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. Claws dig into your skin, fangs nipple at your lips, and moans send vibrations throughout your pussy that you shake, quake, and ache. “Oh, my God, yes!” you wail. “Like that! Keep going!” 

Your hands grip the demons’ hair and horns, causing their cocks to grow harder. The amount of wetness and sounds you’re giving them are fulfilling every ounce of power they need as well as increasing their arousal. “So vocal,” Satoru chuckles. “I love my girls extra slutty like that.” He pauses to press a kiss to your mound, making you twitch. “Speakin’ of slutty, does my baby need somethin’ else?” 

Yes. God, yes, do you. “After we make her cum,” Suguru growls, tongue still licking away. “I want that orgasm first.” Together, the two of them work to bring you over the edge, their tongues flicking wildly against you and inside of you. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak. Your clit begins swelling and the knot in your core tightens until it threatens to snap. 

Your back arches off of the bed as loud wails leave you. “OhmyGodI’mgonnacum!” you sob, speaking so fast that your words become one jumbled, messy sentence. Satoru lifts his gaze to stare at you, his blue eyes glowing. “What’s the magic word, baby?” He teases. 

Suguru looks at you too, his violet eyes drawing you in further until your mind is mush. “Please!” You nearly scream to the heavens. “Please, Daddies, make me cum!” 

That’s all the demons needed to hear. They work their jaws faster, their tongues slashing across your clit and against the underside of it inside you while pressing down on your pelvis. When your orgasm hits you, it hits you like a ton of bricks. You don’t make any noise as it washes over you, but when it finally settles into your body, you let out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard yourself make. 

You’ve never felt something so intense before. It spreads throughout your fingers and toes, and courses through your veins and bones. Like you’re coming for Mariah Carey’s career, you sing high notes that are so loud that you’re sure the Devil below can hear it. The demons slurp up everything you give them…which is a lot. Your pussy gushes around their tongues and on their soft lips, more and more leaking out because of your grinding hips. 

It is the best orgasm you’ve ever had…so far. When it finally fades and you’re soaring through the clouds, your hips lower and your soul re-enters your body again. Satoru and Suguru finally finish cleaning you up, they look 100% rejuvenated and replenished, licking your essence off of their lips. 

Satoru sighs, stretching his arms over his head. “I feel better already,” he sighs, “but now I’ve got an even bigger problem.” Suguru concurs, staring down at the tent forming beneath his towel. Satoru fixes you with a lustful gaze, a playful smirk on his lips. “You wanna see what a real cock looks like, cutie?” He asks. 

Slowly, you nod, panting from the intense orgasm. 

With lust and mirth in their eyes, the demons slowly strip themselves in front of you. Suguru unwraps his towel while Satoru pulls down his briefs, showing off their lickable V-lines and happy trails. Then, finally, two big, fat, throbbing, rock-hard cocks pop out from their hiding spots and present themselves to you. Each pink head drips with pre-cum, begging to be licked and sucked, and two big veins cascade from the bases to the tips. 

Though they are equally big, they have their differences too: Satoru is slightly longer than Suguru and has a hook while Suguru is much girthier and has heavier, mouth-watering balls. Either way, both will probably fuck your absolute brains out. 

You don’t realize that you’re staring at them with your mouth open until they crack up at your reaction. “Awww, what a cute look!” Satoru laughs. “She can’t believe her eyes!” Suguru hooks two fingers underneath your chin, making you look up at him. “Think you can take both of us, sweetheart?” He asks, his tone sultry and soothing. 

Something takes over you in that moment. A cock-hungry whore jumps into your bones and takes your place. She uses your body to get on her knees between the two demons, one cock in each of your hands. You watch as your hands begin to gently stroke their shafts from the tips down to the bases, up and down, up and down. 

The soft, sexy sounds leaving the demons’ lips encourage you to keep going, their hands lacing in your ear. “Nice and easy, baby,” Satoru huskily whispers. “Get to know ‘em. There’s no rush.” 

You find yourself falling in love with their cocks, especially once you get them in your mouth. You start with Suguru first, peppering his dick in kisses before taking him into your mouth and gently sucking on him like you would a lollipop. A big, thick lollipop. “Fuck,” he sighs, his head lolling back at the feeling. Your wet tongue. Your soft lips. The way your cheeks hollow and cushion him as he slides in and out of your tight little mouth. 

After some time, you switch to Satoru and give him the same treatment. The demon watches you through hooded eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, as you bop up and down on his cock. “Good girl,” he moans, caressing your scalp. “Such a good girl for me.” You moan in response around his cock, stroking him in time with your sucking. 

You begin to switch between the two every so often, stroking one while blowing the other, massaging one of the pair of heavy balls while you slurp on one of their thick, pink heads, licking up the pre-cum. You’ve never sucked two cocks at once before, but surprisingly, you get the hang of it quickly…and you realize how much you enjoy it. 

Satoru chuckles, wiping spit from your mouth that you’ve accumulated from sucking so much. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you want us to fuck that pretty face of yours. Is that what you want?” He grips your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “Tell us what you want,” he orders, his thumb playing with your bottom lip. 

The words flow out of you so easily: “I want you to fuck my mouth,” you softly say. “Both of you give me your cocks…please.” The demons smile down at you, their cocks twitching in your hands. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” Satoru tilts his hips forward and slides his cock into your mouth. 

You nearly gag as he slides into your throat, but keep telling yourself to breathe through your nose as your throat stretches and flexes around Satoru’s cock. Spit drips down your chin as he begins to bump and grind against your mouth, sliding himself in and out. He is very vocal about how good you’re making him feel, full-on yapping as he fucks your face. 

“Oooh, look how deep you’re takin’ me, babe. And you thought you couldn’t do it.” He slides in deeper, his pretty face screwing in pleasure as the walls of your throat flex and clench around him. “That’s it, gag on that shit. Such a good fuckin’ girl!” He fucks your mouth like it’s a toy, pulling you on and off of him as much as he wants. 

Once he’s had enough, he passes you off to Suguru who is way more gentle and slow with his facefucking. He allows you to get used to his girth, your jaw stretching as he slides into your throat, filling your entire mouth up with his cock. “You’re so good at this, sweetness,” he coos. “You must’ve done this before…though the way your body is movin’ makes me think it’s been a while.” 

You don’t realize that you’re grinding your pussy against the bed until he points it out. Getting wet off of a blowjob? That’s NEVER happened to you before. With a moan, Suguru slips out of your mouth and Satoru yanks you toward him to slide back in. “No one’s been fucking this pretty body right?” He tuts as he fucks your mouth. “What a shame. Nobody could’ve done it better though.” 

Suguru fucks your hand while he watches his partner turn your mouth into a fleshlight. “How long has it been since that trash ex of yours?” He asks. You blink up at him in surprise and he laughs. “Yeah, we know. Soon as we were summoned, we were able to see everything about you and your little life.” 

“And boy, did you dodge a bullet with that asshole,” Satoru laughs. Slipping out, he taps his cock against your lips and then your tongue before jamming himself back inside. “Not even eating you out most nights…not that he could do as good of a job.” He gives you a cocky smile as he slides out, allowing Suguru to have you again. 

The long-haired demon taps his cock along your wet tongue, keeping his eyes locked with yours. “You’ve been waitin’ for us to come along and slut you out, haven’t you?” He whispers. “Just the way you need to.” You have. You absolutely have waited for this. “Y-Yes,” you exhale and dive back onto his cock, sucking and slurping as much as you can. 

Suguru is loving it, his clawed hand gripping your hair and his eyes screwed tight. The feeling of your tight, wet mouth combined with how pretty you look with his cock stuffed between your cheeks is too much. “Fuck, keep going,” he groans. “Don’t stop!” His hand clings to your hair desperately, luscious moans and gasps escaping him as you swallow his cock. 

Satoru laughs, watching in interest and lust as you stroke him with your hand. “You’ve got some skills, little human. Sugu isn’t ever this loud unless I’ve got my dick in him.” Suguru glares at him, sliding his cock out of your mouth. It bobs slightly, nearly hitting you in the nose. “Shut up,” he growls. “Someone else definitely needs a dick in ‘em too.” 

You do. Your pussy is clenching around air and gushing all over the bed. You need them like you’ve never needed anything before. Satoru cups your face and lovingly strokes your cheek. “You ready to take us now, baby? How do you want it, hm?” They’re leaving it up to you? Your mind is so foggy from your arousal that you’ve forgotten your first name! 

But you know one thing for sure: you want them. Right here, right now. “I don’t care,” you find yourself answering. “Just fuck me.” The two handsome demons smile like two wolves who have successfully captured their prey. “Yes, ma’am,” they reply in unison. 

They take their time getting you into position. To them, there is no rush, but to you and your pussy, they couldn’t move any slower. They set you on all fours, your back arched and your ass presented to them. After deciding who goes first, Satoru gladly positions himself behind you while Suguru kneels in front of your mouth again. Both of their cocks begin sliding against both sets of your puffy, soft lips, emitting soft moans from both of you. 

“That’s it,” Satoru coos as you begin grinding back into him. “Show me how much you want this. Tell me with your body, baby.” He takes his hand and spits into it before applying it to his cock, making it shine in his saliva. 

“Careful, Satoru,” Suguru warns. “Humans are fragile.” Satoru rolls his blue eyes as he slides his cock against your clit and sobbing pussy. “I’ve done this before. Chill! Besides, she’s wet enough to take me.” Finally, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly, sloooowly, slides in. 

You can’t explain what you feel when Satoru slides inside of you for the first time. Your mouth falls agape and your eyes widen as he stretches your walls inch by inch, filling you up with all of him. “Just relax,” he whispers, stroking your backside. “Let me do all the work, baby.” 

Suddenly, your entire body begins to feel…different. Your nipples tingle and tighten as if stimulated and your pussy grows so wet that your juices drip down your thighs. You know this has everything to do with whatever powers Satoru possesses as a demon. Whatever he does helps you take his cock deeper until he bottoms out inside of you, his balls tapping your clit. 

Satoru and Suguru begin to fuck your holes with you squeezed between them, their big hands raised above your head to form a triangle. You serve as the bottom half of this Eiffel Tower, swallowing Suguru’s dick as you try to focus on pushing yourself back and fucking yourself on Satoru’s cock too. “How’s it feel, mama?” He teasingly asks. “Is that dick big enough?” 

His clawed hands snake down your ass to squeeze and massage it, his rough palms swatting at your cheeks. You mumble around Suguru’s thick cock in your throat at the sting just as one clawed hand caresses your scalp. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” he pants. “You look so goddamn pretty with my cock in your throat.” 

He pushes deeper, filling your throat with him. You nearly gag around his length, but manage to accommodate his size and breathe through your nose as he guides your head back and forth along his shaft. Satoru laughs, pistoning into you so roughly that you see stars. “Y’know, you’re right, Sugu: she does look cute gettin’ stuffed like this…but not stuffed enough.” 

You suddenly feel his spit-coated finger gently swirling around your asshole before gently probing it. “Mmm!” you yelp around Suguru’s cock, but the demon shushes you. “It’s okay, babydoll,” he coos, still feeding you his cock. “Gojo’s just gonna get that ass ready for him.” 

Helplessly, you take Satoru’s finger in your ass, the digit penetrating the tight muscle until he feels that you’re ready. As soon as he pulls out, something else goes in. You yelp as your asshole stretches around the foreign object, making you feel full beyond belief. “Like my tail, baby?” He chuckles. “Your ass looks so fuckin’ good right now.” 

He begins to fuck you harder, gripping your ass so hard that his claws dig into your skin. You wince at the sting, but strangely enough, it adds to the pleasure. Your body has a mind of its own, straying away from your brain as it begins pushing back into Satoru’s cock. ”Bounce on that cock, baby,” he coaxes. “You’re such a good girl for us.” 

You are, you deliriously think. You are a good girl. Taking two big cocks at once is definitely something a good girl does. 

When Suguru takes you, he is just as big and just as thick as Satoru. He grips your hips and pounds your pussy from behind, his moans and grunts so delicious in your ears. Speaking of delicious, Satoru can’t enough of your delicious, sweet, dripping little cunt. He’s so pussy-drunk off of it that he volunteers to get underneath you and eat you out while Suguru fucks you from behind. He’s such a glutton, swallowing everything you give him. 

He hums delightfully as he licks and slurps at your puffy lips and needy clit, even licking at Suguru’s sensitive balls and cock while he slides in and out of you. “You taste so good here, baby!” He mufflingly comments from between your thighs. It comes out more like, “Ywou twaste swo good hewe, babwuy.” 

His skillfully, forked tongue intensifies your already-stimulated nerves, making everything so wet, slippery, and sloppy. Suguru fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before, going at just the right pace that makes your pussy sob and whines of pleasure come out of you. “How’s it feel?” He asks, pressing his lips to your ear. “Tell me how that dick fuckin’ feels.” 

His hand comes around to squeeze your throat, causing a choked sob to escape you. “So-S-So good!” You cry out. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Suguru!” Happy with this, he speeds up his tempo, emitting chants of “Yes, yes, yes” from you as Satoru licks wildly at your clit, digging his claws into the soft flesh of your asscheeks while his partner dicks you down. 

But neither of them makes you cum…yet. That comes after each of them have had their fill of your pussy when you find yourself squished between them again. You straddle Satoru’s lap while Suguru kneels behind you, peppering your back in kisses. “Let’s fuck this bunny until she’s dumb,” Satoru suggests, his tone low and saccharine sweet. 

Suguru only nods and suddenly, you feel two thick, hard cocks sliding into your tight holes. Your eyes water and your mouth widens as you feel your body being stretched open. Your holes feel warm and tingly, the feeling only increasing the more the demons push inside of you. You know that they’re using their powers on you to make this more pleasurable, but it’s intense. “Too much!” You cry. “It’s too much!” 

You drop your head onto Satoru’s chest, whining and panting at the sensations. “Aw but you’re doin’ so well for us, baby,” he coos, bumping his hips up into yours. “Don’t give up now. This is what you wanted, right?” As if coercing you into agreeing with him, he rocks his hips up and hits that spongy part inside of you that makes you nearly lose your voice moaning. 

Suguru rocks his hips too, molding your hole into the shape of his cock. You feel too full, like a balloon filled with too much air. You begin to scramble and squirm in Satoru’s lap, but Suguru holds you firm against him, pressing himself against your back. “Don’t fuckin’ run from this,” he growls. “You want it and now you’ve got it. Hold fuckin’ still.” 

His demanding, no-BS tone turns you on more than you can express. Like a puppet being controlled by strings or a slave by her master, your body relaxes and succumbs to the overwhelming, intense pleasure. The two demons begin to fuck you harder once they find their rhythm, digging their nails into the flesh of your ass. “So fuckin’ tight!” Gojo grunts, fucking up intoyou like it’s his profession. “So fuckin’ wet. Such a good little slut for us.” 

He latches his lips around a nipple, sucking roughly on the sensitive bud. Geto attaches his lips and tongue to your neck, licking and sucking on your skin until he leaves hickeys. Their hips pump faster, their cocks moving in and out, in and out, stretching your holes until you’re sure that they are molded into the shape of their shafts. 

You grip Gojo’s shoulders as they bounce you against them, making you take everything they give you. Oh, my God!” You scream. “Oh, my God!” Your voice rips out of you, satiating the demons. Gojo turns your face to meet his glittering blue eyes. “No God here, baby; just us,” he chuckles. 

Geto presses his lips to your cheek, nuzzling his nose into your sweet-smelling air. “Keep screamin’ for us. We wanna hear more of that pretty fuckin’ voice.” As if to persuade you, he switches up his tempo and moves out while Gojo moves in until the both of them are moving in tandem with each other, filling you up after one pulls out. 

Wet sounds of their cocks in your sobbing pussy begin to fill the air, mingling with your moans, bedsprings, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The sound of sex. It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm of the night to peak like the moon high in the sky. “I-I’m gonna cum!” You pathetically sob, absolutely losing all self-control. “Please let me cum!” 

Gojo’s hand wraps around your neck, firmly squeezing your throat. His eyes glow, turning every strand of control and restraint you have into putty. “Tell us it’s ours then,” he demands. “Say this fuckin’ body, this ass, this pussy, is ours.” Geto slows down a bit to give you a chance to answer, his eyes all on you. 

You know what you’ll be doing if you say it. You know you’d be giving yourself over to these two demons from the depths of Hell who could damn well be tricking you…but you’re so desperate to cum that you don’t even care. If you truly become theirs then you just hope and pray that the same hot, mind-blowing sex you’re getting now will be in the plans. “I-It’s yours,” hou whimper, the words barely escaping you. “My pussy is yours. My ass is yours. I’m yours, Daddies! I wanna be yours!” 

You can practically feel the two demons teem with joy and power as the words leave your lips. Gojo breaks out into a big grin as his cock drives up into you harder and faster, making you bounce up and down on him, your tits jiggling in his face. 

“Now you definitely can’t get rid of us now, baby,” he chuckles. “You’re ours now. And don’t let this go to that pretty little head, but you’re the best I’ve ever had.” 

Suguru presses his lips to your ear, his big hands gripping your body as his cock drives into you. “Cum for us,” he growls. “Give it to us, gorgeous. Cum.” 

His voice is like a button that triggers something inside of you. Immediately, your body clenches and so do your holes around the big cocks inside of you. Your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, sweeping you up in an ocean of intense pleasure. 

With a loud moan, you cum around Satoru’s cock, triggering his own orgasm. “Gonna cum!” He warns, gripping you tight. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna give you all of these fuckin’ babies, baby, I promise.” 

He holds your eyes with his, showing you desperation and the loss of control in them. It’s so, so sexy. “You’re gonna take all of that cum for ya Daddies, aren’t you?” he coos. “Yes, you are.” 

He answers for you and so does his cock. With a loud moan and a swear, he sinks his claws into your ass and fills your pussy to the brim with your cum. Suguru leans down to kiss him, sloppily swirling his tongue with Satoru’s as he, too, cums. You gasp and shudder as you feel Geto’s cum fill your ass and then wetly drip down your inner thighs. 

The two don’t stop there. They continue to fuck into you without abandon, pushing their cum deeper into your holes. “Shit!” Satoru hisses, his face flushed pink. “C-Can’t…stop…cumming!” 

Suguru moans in response, nuzzling his face into your neck, his hair tickling your skin. He and Satoru rut into you like it’s the last time they’ll do so, hugging you between them. “Take it,” Satoru demands. “Take all of it.” 

You do. You have no choice. You weakly moan as your orgasm draws on, growing more and more intense as the seconds pass. You feel that you may faint if this goes on. You begin to feel dizzy and light, like you’re not grounded. You’re somewhere in the sky floating among the clouds. 

“Y/N?” Suguru’s hand is suddenly on your face, gently tapping your cheek. “Talk to me, mama. You okay?” Weakly, you nod. You can’t find the words to speak. Even as your orgasm fades, the tingles remain. 

“Lay her down,” Suguru demands. “I wanna mark that pretty face and those tits too.” You weakly moan as the two demons pull out of your wet, sensitive holes and lay you on your back. 

You stare up at the two sexy, horned men and their still-hard cocks as they pump them furiously in your face. “Hold still now, baby,” Satoru says, his tone saccharine sweet. “Just let your Daddies mark you up.” 

Muscles clench, faces screw, and cocks swell as their second orgasms build. You watch with lust-blown eyes as your demons toss their heads back, exposing their necks to you, as their orgasms wash over them. Delicious moans escape them as their cum escapes their cocks. You gasp as you feel warm liquid splash onto your tits, stomach, and face. 

Your eyes shut just in time to avoid getting any in your eye, but you can taste the salty substance on your lips and tongue. It drops down your breasts and chest; out of your cunt and ass, coating your thighs. You are now completely theirs. 

The two demons sigh in exhaustion and satisfaction, their cocks soft and their toned bodies slick with sweat. Satoru wipes seat from his forehead, a smile on his face. “That…was needed. I feel better already!” 

Suguru’s nods, agreeing, before his attention falls on you. “How do you feel, baby?” he whispers, gently stroking your thigh. “You okay?” 

All you can muster is a soft mewl in response. You sit there, winded, achy, and coated in cum. Satoru snorts, gently wiping a droplet of cum from your lips. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs. “Now, baby, how do your friends feel about demons? You should probably introduce us soon.” 

Suguru tsks and elbows his partner as he gently scoops you off of the bed. “Shut up and help me run a bath, asshole.” 

The demon holds you to his chest and carries you to the bathroom. He gently kisses your forehead, soft and loving. “You did so well for us tonight, sweetness,” he coos. “So, so good. We hope we made you feel just as good as you made us feel.” 

You want to tell him yes, that you’ve never felt so rejuvenated and alive, but the post-orgasm sleepiness won’t allow you. The shea butter and lavender-scented bubble bath Satoru runs for you only makes it worse. 

The two demons don’t talk as they sit in the bath with you, wiping their cum off of you and letting you soak. There are only soft sighs and light touches that relax you even further as you sink back into Satoru’s chest while Suguru washes you. 

Two incubi in your bathroom. Who would ever believe this? 

The rest of the night is slow, sweet, and involves a hot bubble bath, oil massages, and getting snuggled between two sex demons in your bed. 

Suddenly, with your body aching deliciously and your bed warm from the two men slumbering in it, you start to think that maybe having two incubi haunt you for the rest of your days won’t be such a bad thing after all… 

Just as long as this night is like every other night after. 

THE END. 

[viaoverthemoon]

Sugar daddy Leon...(death island Leon) 👀👀 like he definitely has the potential. Like one day reader has a bad day and he notices it.... Then takes her out for shopping and dining to help her feel better than late at night....... He has a personal way to make her feel really good while praising her all the time... Yk👀👀👀👀

I hear you, my love!

Sorry for the long wait, been busy, 0 Wi-Fi, yada yada.

Omg, y'all, pls forgive any old-timey speech ;-; I've been reading a lot of medieval stuff lately.

Death Island!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You had a bad day and Leon makes it up to you <3

Tw: SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), teasing with cum, intoxication, mention of alcohol, Leon got bank, hallucinations??, PLOT TWIST

This wasn't thoroughly proofread, sorry! Lemme know if I missed anything!!

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!

Enjoy! <3

'Vivid~'

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The minute Leon walked through his door and heard the sound he recognized as your comfort show's theme song, he knew something was up.

He'd long ago given you the passcode to his private house, so it was never a surprise when you suddenly show up at his place.

He inhales a sharp breath, preparing for the worst, before approaching the couch.

He sits on the opposite side, away from your curled up figure.

He lets you be silent for a while, observing the extra water in your eyes and the frown on your lips. Eventually, he reaches a hand out and runs it along the blanket that covers your leg.

Not in a sexual matter, but in a way that comforts you.

Your body relaxes and the blanket that covered your face falls slightly as you peek at Leon.

He smiles sweetly at you, but you can't bring yourself to hold his gaze. So you look away, prepared to ignore him again but it looks like Leon has had enough of your silence.

He's suddenly in front of you, crouched on the floor and blocking your view of the tv. "I don't like being ignored, angel."

For some reason his voice nearly makes you break down in tears.

Your lips begin to tremble, and Leon realizes your about to have a breakdown a little too late.

Before he can even get any words out, the tears are flowing and quiet sobs and whimpers are leaving your lips.

Leon sighs and before you know it, your blanket wrapped body is placed on his lap.

Once your sniffles stop and all of your tears have been wiped away, Leon gently caresses your cheek. His blue eyes scan your face, so full of concern and sadness that you might just cry again.

"What makes you cry, sweet angel?"

You wipe your eyes one more time, avoiding eye contact with him. "Nothing... I've just had a bad day, Lee..."

He nudges your chin toward him with a finger, claiming your attention again. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

You gently place your hands on his chest. "Oh, Leon you don't have to-" He grabs your hands and places a kiss on your knuckles.

"You're right. I don't have to, but I want to." You feel your cheeks turn red at his words, albeit you should be used to them by now.

Leon always knew the words that would travel right into your heart.

He intertwines your hands. "Hey, how about we go to that store you like? Get a few things, then we can grab dinner at that one place?"

He's well aware that you won't be getting 'a few things', and that he'll buy you anything you set your eyes on for more than 2 seconds, but you both know that fact already, so you both say nothing about it.

Your eyes light up. "Oh! You mean the place that makes those delicious --?"

Leon is pleased to see that your mood has instantly brightened, quickly nodding his head.

Your arms find their way around his neck, hugging him as tight as possible. "Thank you, Leon! I really needed this..."

And he is more than happy to give you anything you need.

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it's just past 1am when you stumble through the front door of Leon's house, singing an offkey version of the song that played on the radio.

Leon follows behind you, trying not to trip over his own two feet. He curses the damn alcohol in his system for his poor equilibrium.

You both had a splendid evening, shopping at multiple stores before going to your favorite restaurant. And maybe stopping by a small bar and having a couple of drinks.

Luckily, you hadn't consumed enough alcohol to get you drunk, only a little bit more than tipsy.

Your heels make walking a little harder, but you can't be bothered to take them off.

The alcohol in your blood relaxes your bones, making you feel like slush. Your body sways to an invisible tune, your lips humming along to it as you begin to remove your dress.

Leon, who is obviously a better drinker than you, sobers almost instantly at the sight.

He hurriedly closes the front door to keep any nosy neighbors from seeing you. "(Y/N)! The neighbors could have seen you!"

You hear his words but can't understand them, the volume of the invisible song too hard to ignore. You keep humming along, moving toward the bedroom as you continue to remove the dress.

You're so lost in the music that you don't realize Leon following you until you turn around, your song suddenly stopping short.

You gasp, looking up to see his face.

And in that moment, you're immediately sober.

Now, you're lost in a different type of music.

You stare into his eyes, a deep tide of roaring symphonies. A song so heart-breakingly beautiful that somehow, he's the only living thing in your world.

Wow. Okay. Maybe you are drunk.

Leon's soft touch to your cheek pulls you from your sappy thoughts. "You still with me, angel?"

Not entirely.

"Yes..." The answer comes out as a breathless whisper, words trembling as a shiver runs down your spine.

A sharp inhale sounds from your lips when Leon moves his hands to your bare waist. It's only then that you realize you're naked.

And so is he.

Your hands explore his chest as his map out your hips and stomach.

The atmosphere turns hot, heavy with tension so thick you can hardly breathe.

Your touches turn rough, desperate as you both claw at each other's skin. You throw your head back, allowing Leon more room as he litters your neck in love bites and kisses, hands skimming over your lower back.

A soft moan emits into the air, your back arching into him. He wastes no time in picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

Your lips land on his, hands resting on his jaw as you kiss him with eternal love. His tongue bypasses your lips, exploring every inch of you it can reach. You both battle for dominance and, in the short time it took him to walk the both of you to the bed, it would seem he won.

You flop on his blankets, cheeks warm and chest heaving.

You look up at him as he stands at the foot of the bed in-between your knees, rubbing the top of your thighs and peering down at you in wonder. "So beautiful..."

Your cheeks feel hotter, and before you can say anything in return, he grabs your ankles and throws them over his shoulder all while kneeling on the floor.

You yelp in surprise and notice that you're still wearing the white pearl covered Jimmy Choos that you wore to dinner.

Leon stares down at your weeping cunt, using two fingers to gently run them down your slit.

Your legs twitch, a short exhale heaving past your lips. You bite your lip, wishing he would stop playing with you and just fuck you already.

But it looks like you don't have to wait long.

"Are you still a little sad about earlier, sweetheart?"

To be honest, you couldn't remember what you were sad about. But just to entertain the idea, you pout your lip and give Leon a sad nod.

He sighs, nuzzling his face along your inner thigh. "Poor princess... let me make it up to you."

And, finally, he shoves his face right into your lower lips.

Your body jolts, back arching in a perfect c.

A strangled moan escapes you, hands reaching out to grip the blankets. He expertly sucks on your ball of nerves, tongue lapping every drop of liquid your pussy produces like a dehydrated man.

He feasts upon you like he hasn't eaten in ages, hands wrapped around your thighs and holding you in place.

Your body naturally writhes and wiggles in his grip, and yet, he doesn't let go.

The sensitivity is much too high, your body barely keeping up with the pleasure you're receiving. Instead of shivers of intensity, you get shockwaves. Your legs shake, lips trembling and uttering broken praise and pleas. "Fuck-! Ah- Yes, Leon..."

Your voice can hardly be anything more than a whisper, but he still hears you. He groans, pressing further into you.

The sounds of his mouth on your soaked pussy are borderline pornographic. Slurping, wet squelching, and groans of pleasure filling every corner of the room.

You can't even muster up any comprehendible sentences, only babbling incoherent words as your hands flutter around, trying to find something to do that wouldn't hurt Leon or tear his blankets.

Your hands clench into fists, you hold them in front of your mouth to keep from making any noises as your release quickly approaches. But, it appears Leon has other plans.

He reaches one hand up and shoves yours away from your mouth, all while lifting his other hand and inserting two of his digits into your cunt.

You can't control yourself this time, one of your hands flying down to his hair and tugging hard, your eyes as wide as saucers and your mouth even wider.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, desperate moans and whimpers coming from you at loud volumes.

You hardly hear him over your own voice, but you catch bits and pieces of Leon's praise. "There you go, angel. That's right, cum on my tongue and forget every other thing that has ever hurt you. Be my good girl and-"

He doesn't need to say anything more.

With a loud and choked sob mixed with a scream, you curl in on his head and cum straight into his mouth.

Your grip isn't loosening, and it takes a full two minutes to come down from the high. You aren't even sure if Leon can breathe, but his thumbs stroke your thighs as a way to comfort you.

Your body slowly stops trembling and starts to relax. You release his hair and fall back on the bed, spent and breathing heavy, but nearly satisfied.

Leon stands, and you watch lustfully as his dick rises with him, slapping against his stomach.

And just like that, the fire in your belly that almost dwindled is lit once again.

"What is it, sweetheart? Like what you see?"

He smirks down at you, the lower half of his face dripping with your slick, leaning toward you and grabbing one of your hands.

Your heart nearly explodes and your breathing accelerates when he moves your hand to slide against his girth.

You don't take your eyes off of his, and vice-versa.

He hisses when the tip of your finger runs over the slit of his cock, gathering precum. You whimper softly at his reaction.

You pull away from him, scooting back on the bed and laying down. You eye him down with mischief and reach a hand down, spreading your cunt open for him and inserting the finger cover in his precum into yourself.

His eyes glaze over, blue oceans darkened with an insatiable lust.

You whine and call out his name.

Leon's eyes snap to your face, chest heaving with every breath.

Placing both hands on the bed, he crawls toward you. The way he approaches you sends shivers down your spine, slow and analytical, much like a predator stalking it's prey.

You spread your legs wider, and he settles right in-between them. He gets so close that your chests touch.

He hands scale along your sides, thumbs gently running over your nipples. "Jesus... You're gonna be the death of me. I swear it."

The tip of his cock nudges your clit and you gasp, nails scratching the nape of his neck as he guides himself into you. "Don't worry, sweet girl. I'll make you feel so good. Whenever you feel sad, you'll think about this moment. You'll think about me."

Still sensitive from your first orgasm, you sigh when he bottoms out.

He groans in relief, reaching up and intertwining your hands, placing them next to your head. Your foreheads touch, hot breaths mingling.

He takes his time, setting a slow pace that has your mouth open and soft moans emitting from it. You clench around him, wanting more.

He seems to get the messages, moaning as his hips stutter for a moment, before slightly picking up the pace.

In a way it's still excruciatingly slow, but it's deeper than before.

Your body feels like it's on fire, writhing and shaking as Leon's hips meet yours. You relish in the delicious feeling of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.

"Fuck-. I can't get enough of you..."

"God you feel so fucking good."

"Jesus baby, keep squeezing me like that and I'm not gonna last long..."

The room get hotter, causing a thin layer of sweat to coat yours and his skin. He leans down and places his lips on your, swallowing your noises. It isn't long before the knot in your stomach threatens to snap.

Leon feels it too, unclasping your hands to reach down and grab hold of your hips, his pace suddenly speeding up to something somewhat brutal.

You cry out into the kiss, your hands reaching up and scratching down his back.

He only groans, pulling away from the kiss and shaking his head to rid of the hazy feeling, before desperately pounding into you like a maniac.

Your orgasm rips through you without warning.

Your back arches and your nails painfully scratch down Leon's abdomen, which seems to be the final push he needs, because he follows you right off the edge.

He pushes deep inside of you, cumming so deep his seed probably directly entered your womb.

You see stars, feeling so blissful that, all of a sudden, this feels too good to be true...

The stars in your vision get brighter and brighter, Leon's face fading away, until...

❁

Your eyes open, instantly recognizing the theme song of your comfort show.

Sitting up, you look around at your surroundings before flopping right back down. Your mood instantly sours.

Of course, it was a fucking dream.

Leon has been gone on a job for 3 days, leaving you depressed and lonely.

You cuddle back into the blankets on his couch, eyes filling with tears. You missed him so much and to not even be able to tell if he's doing okay...

Suddenly, you hear beeping from the front door, and then the door opening.

It takes everything in you to not jump from the couch.

You feel him sit on the opposite end of the couch, waiting a few moments before placing a hand on your leg and caressing it over the blanket.

You don't acknowledge him. Instead, a mischievous smile appears on your face.

You suddenly know what you're gonna do today.

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Wow, I did not plan that ending.

Anyways! Sorry, my love :( I really didn't mean for this to take so long. So much stuff is going on in my life right now and BLAHHHH y'know?

But let me know what you think!!

Hope you enjoyed! ;)

Requests are open! <3

-V💕

[eve-to-adam]

hello! first of all, i am in love with all your art, like, seriously, especially the recent ones 'cause young EoY is sooooooo indescribably lovely!!!🤧🤍 but i also got curious if you have any headcannons or ideas in general about her sisters and the relationship between them, maybe particularly with the oldest ones, like Mary and Cecily? just curiosity really, 'cause i think a lot about it 🤭

Hello!

Thanks for the compliments! I am delighted to know that my ideas arouse your interest! <33333

Indeed, it can be said that I have some headcanons with the York sisters, especially the first three - Elizabeth, Mary and Cecily. I will speak more on her behalf, because we know the most information about her, but Elizabeth and the York royals formed a very united family, especially that of Edward IV. I'm not necessarily saying that it's something out of the ordinary in the Middle Ages - although it may have seemed so - but the moment when I learned about Edward's affection for his daughters was the same when all the scenarios about them came to life.

This is especially because I am the type of person who likes to look more towards the domestic side of medieval life, not necessarily politics. Of course, at first it seemed natural to me to start this journey by illustrating Elizabeth - she being the most popular of the York sisters -, and at the same time trying to figure out what kind of personality I could attribute to her. All the information we know about her put her somewhat in the light of a saint or at least that of a "perfect child", so I wanted through all this artistic search of mine to discover what would be the correct approach regarding her childhood - the challenges she could create for her parents; fits of anger through which she could express her dissatisfaction; the moments when she proves a little more difficult to discipline. I want to explore the defiant Elizabeth, the impulsive Elizabeth, the Elizabeth who prefers to resort to deception or an innocent lie instead of taking responsibility, the one who uses her position as a princess to get what she wants. In short, my goal is to get past this historical covering of perfectionism and discover the child in Elizabeth, not necessarily the Queen of England. The same aspects are valid for her other two younger sisters.

Back to the headcanons: I've always imagined Elizabeth being closest to Mary, just as Edward IV was closest to Edmund as a child - as two confidants, secretly sneaking sweets into the bedchamber they share together , playing and reading stories even though they should be sleeping, lending each other some accessories, poking each other with sarcastic lines while embroidering, etc. I have the impression that Cecily would receive special treatment, being the third and the youngest among them, ending up causing some jealous reactions from the two older sisters. Elizabeth is the eldest, but she can be very impulsive at times. I imagine Mary to be much quieter and more obedient and Cecily would be the one who probably causes most of the disasters, lol. That is unless we are talking about the scenario in which all three appear, the "daddy's princesses" group, in which case they most likely got together to make Edward's life an ordeal, haha. Because I like nothing more than putting Edward in difficult or stressful positions because of his princesses. I love doing this. A lot.

Here we have an existential crisis roughly outlined in 30 minutes, lol.

[stevie-petey]

hello your honour (m), me and my partner, val @southelroy would like to take this opportunity to defend our client, one steven marie harrington. we intend to prove, beyond reasonable doubt, that his behaviour and actions are born from a place of genuine trauma, that his intentions, while marred in teen angst, are clear, and finally, that his bearing is better than certain past, shall we say........bonds.......cough johnathan cough.

idk how longer i can keep this bit going, but seriously, guys c'mon cut the guy a break, all steve and bug have been doing since midway season 1 is drive their car to struggle citadel and pray at its pews. Also m this season is so crazy delicious i will get into singing your praises in a minute, after i prove my case with evidence. thank you.

firstly, i'd like to establish a baseline from which we can work upwards from. frankly, steve clears. he has been worshipping the ground bug walks on since the day he saw her, and he made clear his high regard of her the moment he got to develop some sort of friendship/relationship with him. even just taking these last three chapters, the amount of outward steve shows bug, completely unabashedly, is ridiculous. it was the most physical, outward admiration bug has gotten out of her peers, aka, the teen boys her age. I'd like to point to one moment in particular, "You exhale deeply, wrapping your arms around his body, and Steve nuzzles his face into your neck and presses a gentle kiss there.". This parallel to johnathan and bug ending their closeness at the end of season 2, as well as the phone call/car ride johnathan takes in season 3, posits steve as the new "love interest", the new What-if/maybe of bug's love life. However, his romantic intentions are much more straightforward than johnathan's ever were. The end of season 2, he very clearly stated that he wanted to, eventually, be in a relationship with bug, that he would need some time before it happened, and bug understood this, and agreed to it. This is drastically different from Not Talking About It for years on end. I would argue that bug herself knows, at least to some extent, steve's feelings for her. She certainly knows the care he feels for her, "You know he doesn’t want to scare you, that he’s always trying to make things easier for you, so you tilt your head at him and nod slightly; you want him to tell you." The ease with which they kiss each other's cheeks is an openness bug did not experience in season 1, especially when shit with nancy and johnathan started becoming #real #deep. there is a certainty that is present in these interactions that bug and johnathan did not have until they were literally doing a friend break up.

Now that we've established the evidence of steve's background, i'd like to move the jury to view evidence of motive, with your permission your honour (hi m <3). As stated in the opening statement, bug and steve are getting stamps on that struggle card like their featured on tlc classic, extreme couponing, and baby they are making cashback! Bug's daddy issues are well documented, as are steve's. In fact, they are so well established, that the defense would like to claim that throwing a gren@de at mr. harrington's car would be an all round net positive to society. We know that steve thinks highly of bug, including post spring summer of '85, and that while they have moved past it, o would argue that a fear of abandonment is not unfounded in the young man's mind, particularly when his own self image is currently being shredded by a medieval torture device known as mr. harrington. Steve is being beaten down, it sounds like quite frequently, "He hadn’t turned into who had expected to become, something that you know his father reminds him of every time he comes back from some business trip. ", and it's showing in his relationship(?) with bug, "Steve leans into your kisses and smiles at the praise, relieved that you don’t think he’s some idiot." We see this when he rants to robin in episdoe 1, he is an, ultimately, scared and insecure teen, who is getting requited affection for the first time in a long time, from a person whom he deeply respects, admires, and holds dear in his heart, and, unfortunately, was unable to maintain a relationship with him during the beginning of their friendship. I ask you, the court, were we not understanding of bug then? Could we not see the place where she came from? While we disagree with her actions, did we not see the ultimate place she was coming from? Surely we can extend that grace to mr. harrington.

I'd like to perhaps bring in a new angle, that steve and bug's tiff at the end of episode 3 is not their fault expressly. We know bug has a giant guilt complex that makes my religious background look carefree. We know she has a very real fear of having a relationship pass you, due to someone whose name rhymes with bonathan, and is perhaps more sensitive to being strung along than she otherwise would be. We know steve's battling daddy issues, a need to prove himself with a great opportunity right in his lap, and a fear of relationships changing because of someone noticing his inadequacy (very incheresting to me that he's relieved that bug doesn't think he's an idiot.........he's my unmedicated undiagnosed adhd baby.....we're twins in that sense. also in the sense that we like women :P), which could happen when they are in a full blown relationship. Him not knowing how to ask bug out is valid, he's on a new man journey of shedding his old self off, he feels like he's batting way out of his league (he is), and he has a girl who fell out of love with him on his scoreboard, and a girl who used to be in an intense codependent friendship with a boy who is now currently dating said ex. That is a situation to be in!

While me and my partner understand bug's frustrations and empathise fully, and make clear our support of her, we only ask the jury lay the blame not at our defendant steve's feet, but rather the circumstances that have brought them here. And if they really want a target, feel free to aim towards one johnathan byers and mr. harrington, local triple f, (flop failure father).

The defense would now like to play offence. Johnathan, what the hell are you even doing here???? Get out of our family's business! What in the good lord's name are you doing ringing up a girl's number in the dead of the night??? The one you were a hair's breadth away from dating if you hadn't strung her along for a marathon length of time at that???? And then venting YOUR relationship problems, the very relationship you strung her along for, about a girl you left her for!!! The audacity of mr byers!!! While we understand this to be an affront to Ms. Henderson, we posit this is an affront to Ms. Wheeler as well. We ask you, the jury, how comfortable YOU would feel if the guy you were dating, told HIS ex best friend-turned-complicated-situation-turned now friends with boundaries all about your relationship problems while driving around at night, a deeply date like activity? While you may posture and say "oh, well, if it's a girl like Bug!". Girls..... That would make it worse. AS IT SHOULD! We maintain this isn't bug's fault as it isn't her relationship to protect, but mr. byers!

Okay we rest our case.

M, I apologise for this stupid essay above, but omg omgo omg omgogkogmogmgomgm I am EATING!!!!! YOU ATE!!!!!! This was so crazy delivious yummy!!!! Love love love the way steve and bug are interacting, all the casual affection has me giggling and kicking my feet like they're everything hehehehe. All the cheek kisses are so so so cute and making me crave affection like a motherfucker. All the flirting vibes between them is driving me up the wall...."So you admit you're flirting with me?" BITCH! I MIGHT BE!!! I am cheesinggggg. I remember you said that season 4 is going to be stug struggle era and my stomach is in knots already becasue the brief glimpse of unhappiness they experienced at the end of episode 3 made me want to cut my heart out of my chest, you have made them too lovable i fear.

SPeaking of cutting my heart out of my chest, may i say, you served with robin. Like. The struggle of being a closeted person really hit well. Not to get heavy, but the crushing weight of it was so subtly put into robin, it got to me alot. "She hates that you’re purposely excluding her and taking Steve’s side in this. You wish you could tell her the truth." This genuinely is sooooo fvnnvbvknsnbfe. I want to shake her through the screen like girl do NOT fall for your friend whose attracted to boys that is NOT a situation that ends well and you will NOT leave unscathed!! It felt like a lot like high school, when its a big thing you have no one else to tell, and there's too much at stake to say it. and omg. this part, "When Robin sees his wink, she only clenches her jaw and turns away before releasing your hand.". Devestating. If I were robin, i would have had a crush on both bug and steve and witnessed carousel kissy face gate, it would have turned me into the joker, i would have no choice but to pull the nastiest stunt this small town has ever seen. I feel absolutely awful for her, and it makes me kinder to my younger self. Just, omg, really excellent work.

Apologies for the length of this, but just on a final note, i really wanted to say thank you for writing this great story. it's been a tough couple of years, and my brain has gotten worse on me and i really have a lot of trouble concentrating on anything, including things i enjoy, and your story is one of the few guaranteed things i know i can sit down for and fully because i know i will love every minute of it. Wishing you luck and love wherever you go and always rooting for you <3!!

u bringing up bug abandoning steve first ,,, oh ur so right and i WILL be addressing that (steve finally asks for the entire reason ,,,, trust)

and ur so right about how grim of a situation it is. steve and bug reflect the hurt nancy and jon gave onto them. steve is afraid of being lead on again and not being enough (nancy lied about loving him and he wasnt enough in the end). bug is afraid that love itself isnt enough, that theres more than just loving one another that goes into a relationship (jon loved her and yet in the end it wasnt enough).

both babies are hurt :((((

LEAVE JON ALONE THO MANS NEEDED TO VENT TO HIS BESTIE AND BUG WAS ENTIRELY OK WITH THIS !!! SHE NEEDED TO VENT AS WELL !!! (nancy wont be ok with it tho lmao)

and im happy everyone is loving robin <333 i have a cute and sweet scene planned between her and bug later that im so excited to share :')

the final part of your ask, im so so so happy my story means that much to you and i am sending you a million kisses my love <3333 im always rooting for you as well and youre such a sweetheart

[sweetestpopcorn]

Everytime I read fire and blood, I can't imagine how dirty Rhaenys tqwnw was done. Not only Jaehaerys skipped her as heir, he then made an election where sexist pigs were allowed to vote. Obviously he knew what he was doing, Vaegon knew what he was doing and all knew the outcome of the 101 council. Why would Jaehaerys choose a weak Walserys as his heir though. Could have at least trained him for the role of king eventually, since Aemon's death.

Btw do we know what Daenerys thinks of Rhaenyra

On top of my head I'm going to go with Jaehaerys was interested in keeping his male line on the throne, just out of the top of my head. Trying to impose modern values and views on characters from another universe similar to Medieval Europe would not be the best thing to do imho. Also very unfortunately, since Westeros was mostly ruled by "sexist pigs" they would be the ones choosing, yes. Definitely Jaehaerys wouldn't say "My lords, actually your wives get the vote." Hum... actually going by Alicent, maybe that would have been even worse for Rhaenys.

I think Jaehaerys did this because he wanted to wash his hands from another choice.

As for Viserys, we don't know what kind of preparation he had, just as we don't know if and what preparation Rhaenys had. We also don't know how successful of a ruler she would have been, but what I saw during the Dance and before was Corlys taking center stage a LOT, and Rhaenys kind of being in the background for the most part - except in the Battle of Rook's Rest.

I would argue, however, that having good preparation to rule, or even, being a good ruler, doesn't mean you'll be successful at handling your family, just as Alysanne and Jaehaerys very successfully proved; and actually you can have limitations as a ruler yet be very successful at managing a family - like Rhaenyra and Daemon very successfully proved with their children.

If you want to talk about how dirty Rhaenys was done, I think you can start by bringing up her husband having not one but two bastard children with a woman younger than their daughter and then passing those same children as her grandsons and sons of her dead son.

Now that's being done dirty. But most of y'all just hate Jaehaerys and aren't ready for this convo.

Not. At. All.

No, we don't. Rhaenyra is barely mentioned in the main asoiaf books and I believe there's no scene of Daenerys considering her - which is curious given Rhaenyra's importance and how much she and Dany have in common, but again, just comes to show how George didn't have a whole lot figured out/thought of at the time.

We do have two characters who mention her though.

The first one to mention her is Stannis Baratheron, to call her a usurper and to point out how usurpers need to be punished no matter who they are - I love this part especially since he's s descendent of hers. Thank the gods Rhaenyra was Rhaenyra and not a robot, sir, or you wouldn't be here. #cancelled

The second one is Arianne who is... pretty much trying to compare herself to Rhaenyra when it's like... lady *sigh* you aren't even close.

Some people would say Arianne would be like "You like Rhaenyra? Oh, name her first album". But actually given how George changed the story and characters of the Dance since then... we are pretty much talking about a character with significant differences from the one Arianne is trying to compare herself with - and even then there's not much to go by. Like I don't know what Arianne thought the Dance was about, but it wasn't about some 20+ year old saying "Daddy Love me!" and trying to get his attention by acting a fool. Arianne had daddy issues, Rhaenyra had uncley issues. They weren't the same.

I would actually say that if Arianne said this Rhaenyra would be like "Arianne *sigh* first of it's not samples that you have to give it to everyone, and second, you don't know me. Girl, bye, I'm TeamDany. Bye!"

Arianne:

Rhaenyra:

*Dragonstone

[reasonablerodents]

Kinktober: Week One Roundup

Seven whole Hotchreid oneshots! I’ve listed three additional tags for each one here, but of course- make sure you check the Ao3 tags, as each fic has different vibes ranging from soft to angsty.

This has been loads of fun so far- thanks to everyone who’s read, commented, put up with my nonsense on discord, and/or helped me with ideas and silly titles! Here’s to another week of sin <3

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Day 1 | Just Like Heaven | Pegging

Trans Man Aaron Hotchner, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink

‘But for the last five minutes, Spencer had been wiggling in such obvious ways that it wasn’t hard to guess that the younger man had something specific in mind.’

Aaron uses Spencer’s favourite toy.

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Day 2 | Day Of Lords | Roleplay

Accidental Middle English, Laughter During Sex, Incredibly Stupid PWP

’“Spencer Reid- why am I not surprised that you like medieval villains?”

Spencer had spluttered, his face turning redder, but there was no point in denying it.’

Spencer and Aaron try out roleplay, but it doesn’t exactly go to plan.

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Day 3 | Touch The Leather | Boot Worship

Mean Aaron Hotchner, Manipulation, Master/Pet

“Well, the problem with shoes is- um, they’re dirty, there’s a staggering amount of bacteria even on the cleanest ones, I don’t want…” He trails off again, swallowing hard.

Hotch wants Spencer to prove how much he loves him.

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Day 4 | Aaron Hotchner Does Butt Stuff (And Loves It) | Rimming

Anal Fingering, First Times, Established Relationship

“Aaron- can I try something with you? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, though.”

Aaron looks suspiciously at Spencer from across the sofa, his eyes narrowing. “It’s not going to be another weird experiment, is it?”

Or, The One In Which Aaron Hotchner Does Butt Stuff (And Loves It). The title says it all.

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Day 5 | Bad Dog | Omoshari

Piss Kink, Master/Pet, Humiliation

The gas station coffee- okay, coffees, he had been tired- from an hour or so ago had caught up with him far too quickly, and now he really needs to go to the bathrooom.

Spencer discovers that long drives though back roads come along with some unexpected issues…

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Day 6 | Wishful Thinking | Chastity

Masturbation, Unhealthy Relationships, Degradation

He was definitely out of that strange headspace that he would always end up in after seeing Hotch, but he still wasn’t at his usual next stage of guilty aftermath.

Instead, he was just incredibly, painfully, turned on.

After the events of A Fool There Was chapter 2, Spencer tries to get some relief.

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Day 7 | I Want You | Virginity

A/B/O, Teasing, Mating Cycles/In Heat

The smell in the bullpen had been getting steadily stronger all day.

It had started out that morning as a gentle sweetness, something that made Hotch unconsciously smile to himself as he worked on writing up the details of their last case.

Hotch struggles to stay professional.

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[humanpurposes]

Always got to ask who I reblog them from!!

🤯🧐🎶

Have a lovely day honey!

hello lovely! thanks for asking and hope you're having a great day/evening!

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

I was STRUGGLING with the smut for My Heart Belongs to Daddy part ii. And I find battle or fight scenes hard to write, because tbh I usually skim over those when I'm reading.

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

You have no idea omg, medieval politics is my fave and there's nothing I love more than a good succession crisis so I'll literally write essays about the politics of my fic and compare it to real historical events. I think I've researched Fire and Blood more thoroughly than some of the material for my actual degree 🥲 But I love getting into research for the little details, even if it’s ideas for settings and outfits for characters. I feel like you gotta do the research when you write, it just fleshes out the story so much and makes it so immersive!

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I love using music for inspiration, but I also get distracted super easily, so if I’m really trying to focus I either have to go for silence or something soft and instrumental. But two songs I love listening to while I write are Daemon and Rhaenyra and Whatever May Come from the hotd soundtrack.

[automatismoateo]

The Church Stops Medical Aid in Dying in My State via /r/atheism

The Church Stops Medical Aid in Dying in My State Just a rant. I live a state where a medical aid in dying bill seemed to be moving along in our legislature. Yesterday I was dismayed to see that it had died in committee in the face of “divergent” views, almost certainly after opposition from the Catholic Church and likely the evangelicals too. This is of concern for me for two reasons, one selfish and one not. I have two cancers, one incurable and the other has me in a wait and see status. Sooner or later, one is likely to get me and I would really like the option of choosing the place and time I exit this earth rather than in a hospital bed in a short-staffed facility, probably in pain. My second reason it based on my 36 years as an RN, 30 of those as a nurse anesthetist. I’ve seen a lot of people die and many of those went in ways I would prefer not to. I’ve spent shifts trying to ease the pain of terminal cancer patients and once saw an elderly woman grab her MD by his white coat lapels from her bed and soundlessly scream “Let me die!” I’ve argued with my fellow nurses about “giving too much” morphine (“Too much? What’s it going to do? Kill them?) to a terminal patient and when my wife’s grandmother was dying of stomach cancer several of her nurses wouldn’t give ordered doses of narcotics because they didn’t want to be an “accessory to euthanasia”. Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t believe suffering is ennobling and brings you closer to Jeebus. When my time is near I just want the family size bottle of morphine or Dilaudid and a straw. Or the lethal dose of barbiturates. I want to do so legally and when I choose and I don’t want to be bound by someone else’s medieval mindset or their fear of their imaginary and terribly judgmental dickhead sky daddy. I’ve seen people suffer terribly at the hour of death without being able to do much about it and I think I carry some trauma from that. I have never and would never do anything to hasten anyone’s death but we should, literally for mercy’s sake, afford people the choice to pass peacefully and comfortably at a time of their own choosing. These nasty, cruel, heartless, superstitious sons of bitches have once again stood in the way of that in my state. They’ve won again. As I’ve always said, we will never be able to evolve as a species until we can all dance naked around burning piles of bibles, Qurans, catechisms and other “holy” books. We can never move on until wisdom and compassion can trump what some ignorant and fearful goat herder hallucinated a few millennia ago. Yes, I know all about hospice. They’ve taken wonderful care of my in-laws and my mother and they do heroic work. But I also know better than most the limitations of our analgesics and, at some point, they frequently do not work very well. At that point patients should have the option to end their lives with some dignity. Submitted May 23, 2024 at 08:39PM by Ulven525 (From Reddit https://ift.tt/TE5ucD8)

[nysocboy]

Gemstones Episode 2.3 Continued: the darkness of roller coasters, club-bulges, hookups, and apples

This is a continuation of Episode 2.3: Kelvin topples, Keefe cuddles, and Titus is caged.  With bonus s* loads

Eli's Past: Gideon is clearing out stuff, in preparation for moving into Roy Gemstone's old house on the estate, when he comes across a suitcase full of Eli's wrestling memorabilia.  Plus some newspaper articles about Glendon Marsh, Junior's father, who gave Eli a job as a loan enforcer. He had a whole crime syndicate; he ordered the murders of some police officers who were snooping around -- like Thaniel Block!  So maybe Eli didn't just break thumbs -- maybe he and Junior were  full-fledged hit men!

Jesse concludes that Eli brought Junior to town to kill Thaniel!  He rushes to tell Judy.  

While they are talking, Judy's husband BJ comes in with even more evidence: He was out rollerblading in the amusement park on the estate, and came across Eli riding the rollercoaster by himself, over and over.  (wait -- don't you need someone to turn it and off for you?).

"Funny -- Daddy always hated that rollercoaster," Judy muses.  Maybe he's using it to work himself into a murderous frenzy, so he can kill more people!

The Amusement Park: Jesse and Judy go to the park to investigate. Suddenly Kelvin appears, having tracked them down (or BJ told him where they were)

Notice that he's trying to dilute the raw homoerotic power of his usual outfits.  He still wears a power-inducing lion t-shirt and a club-bulge (or is that his real package?), but he's hiding it with a granny sweater and a cap.  

And what's with the wedding ring?  It's been a few days since the dressing room scene. Did he and Keefe solve the "buddies or boyfriends" dilemma by getting married?

Kelvin pocketed Eli's cell phone after "grow up" speech, so they can search it for clues.  After a bit where they try to think of the passcode -- it's Eli's birthday, but when is his birthday? --they find a text to Martin from the night of the murders: "Went out with Junior. Things went sideways. Need your help here."  Then "Thanks for cleaning up my mess." Uh-oh. proof positive!

A Hookup: The siblings confront Eli, who tells them what really happened on the night of the murders: he and Junior go bowling. Four ladies sitting beneath a "Hot Snacks" sign spread their legs,  Junior picks the one with the biggest breasts, and Eli picks the Asian.  She takes him back to her place and purrs, growls, smooches at him, takes off things

Eli is enthusiastic about hooking up, but for some reason he decides to go to the bathroom and shave off his pubic hair first. Dude, a lady is waiting with her legs spread.  Isn't that, like, a heterosexual mating signal?   He accidentally cuts himself on the testicle, starts bleeding, and calls Martin to help.  So, are you going to see her again?

In the Medieval Arthurian epics written by Chrétien de Troyes and others; the Fisher King suffers from a wound in his groin or hip, symbols for his genitals, often as punishment for sexual infidelity.  As a result, he is impotent, and his land is infertile.  Here Eli suffers from a symbolic castration, maybe as punishment for "two-timing" Aimee-Leigh: in this universe, true love lasts forever, even behind the grave, and betraying that love is worse than murder: "Why couldn't you have just killed someone?" Kelvin yells.  

The siblings stomp out.

"I will do the coming": It's time for homoerotic shirtless Bible study.  Kelvin begins with a reference to Eli: "The world is full of people who will fail you, betray you, let you down."

Muscleman Titus refuses to sit crosslegged with the others, or even "take a knee."  Gay joke: Keefe explains that Kelvin meant "get on your knees."  He's an expert on being on his knees, as we will discover in Episode 2.6 . 

Titus has been in the steam showers with Kelvin and Keefe. I wonder if his closeness to the Messiah’s body makes him feel privileged, free to defy orders.  But next he goes too far:  he doesn't have time "to sit around for story time like a fucking toddler. » Kelvin hits the roof. 

Interpreting Titus' back-talk as a formal challenge to his authority, Kelvin tells the men to put on their formal robes -- shiny black, but still displaying their chests and abs -- and gather for judgement.  Titus tries to smooth things over, but the increasingly unstable cult leader screams "I am the leader!  I am the alpha, not you!" before challenging Titus to carry a heavy stone cross twenty feet. If he succeeds, Kelvin will step down. 

Titus is swayed by the promise of taking an inside-the-house bed instead of sleeping in a yurt, so he tries -- and fails.  Struggling and screaming "No, no!", the "traitor" is placed in a tiger cage to serve a seven-day sentence.  Involuntary confinement in a tiny cage where he can't even stand up? In the hot South Carolina sun?  That is brutal, Kelv Baby!  Not to mention a felony.  You've gone full-on Darth Vader.

 Titus yells: "Destruction will come unto thee, and I will do the coming!"  

?Junior doesn't take rejection well:  Junior appears in Eli's car in the empty parking garage (doesn't the megachurch emperor have his own assigned parking spot?).  Hulking in the back seat, he eats an apple with a knife, which he waves menacingly, and asks why Eli is ghosting him.  

 "We're not in the same world now.  I'm not a thug no more. I met Aimee-Leigh, and she changed me.  I don't want to be your friend."

So Eli didn't murder Thaniel and the other men, or order their murders.  Maybe Junior did it, performing what he thought was an act of love, and now he feels betrayed.  He rushes from the car, but stops to tell Eli,  "If we ain't friends, we enemies."

Eli was saved from his wilding youth, his days of carousing, breaking things, and "playing with little muscle boys," through heterosexual romance, or more precisely through finding a woman who loved him unconditionally.  Kelvin has fallen just as far into the darkness with his God Squad cult, if not farther.   Heterosexual romance is out of the question, of course, but maybe he could be saved by the unconditional love of a man.  Say, perhaps, Keefe?  The end.

[the-firebird69]

What Do You Believe In?! | The Dark Knight #Shorts

A lot of people know that people are afraid of clowns and the max are in for a hell of a show and these are guys going to put up a fight and it creates terror you can hear people screaming most people during a bank robbery just don't move and they try and hold still and be just docile changes what it is

Thor Freya

A lot of people were afraid of my husband's costume and they're saying it too we don't like what that dude looks like he looks mean and he looks scary and my husband said look at those other ones they look horrifying and they said okay but yours looks real he says I look like a clown I'm supposed to entertain people and they stop talking about it and they keep talking about with each other all night long he says quietly someday you're going to thank me and you say why they call all of us except for Max proper and mac daddy is not accepted I think Harley Quinn which is Court jester's and which of mutes that's why I said when you're a rebel against my expecting in the day they were Kings a long time ago someone said like 4,000 years ago or 8,000 years ago it's before the medieval period and they would tell them to stop talking about them that way and injure that larynx so leave me on the street doing pantomime and jokes and trying to tell people about the monarchy and why they're evil so they would call them in to show them the jokes and they would paint their face and say they're anonymous and sometimes they would kill them in the court and sometimes they would hunt them down after they're calling my people Harley Quinn and I mean my clans and really my people are kind and they're calling all of you Harley Quinn and the injured my throat in the low desert... He said all that and they said that was pretty lengthy how are you going to remember it and they started to record it on their phones they're taking pictures of him. And he played the song taking pictures of my boy it's about Vietnam and he said you have to it'll help some of them threw their arms up in the air and said we're going to do this and others got excited and he watched the show where they have contests and they had a winner and he is from a character from a movie and it says it's going to be very dark and they get people to fight each other but we're all the same pirate crew and it's a good and so that's kind of a thorium thing and it's odd it's nearby and they say no way and they looked for it and they found it and Stan was the one who exposed it he said that kind of superhuman I said no you're out of shape and he proves it and he was out of shape and he still is.

Lily stuck her head in there and couldn't stand it and she said I feel sick and she cleaned up and flushed washed it out and said you're lucky you have a suit on and she said what are you talking about so don't panic though but you're valuable to Tommy f and you need help and she told Jason and Jason said what are you talking about she she said I'm in there packing and nothing happened and it's because I'm like Tommy f and he checks and says what the hell is going on here so that we have a ship above us and he's becoming very evil and the empire is making them and if we move out the pseudo empire moves in and they might be candidates to replace by the empire and it started working and they said we got stuff to do and they thank you a bunch of times then they start getting rancid and then not and then it's really getting awful now it's terrible that this might help so we're going to post

Hera

I said the bottom part and it's kind of hard to say

Thor Freya

Olympus

This is massively important and it's hugely you told people and start to bring it back and stuff it's old stuff and it's ours and it's scary and awful and it is here

David Bowie and yes Garth is also Ziggy and it is a story he's on board in the movie Life and it's about that too I don't break up our band we're trying to bring up the max band

We're going to print now Olympus

[wherethehellisderrymaine]

February Wrap Up

Books: medieval mysteries leter’s to milena kimetsu no yaiba vol.8 the girl form the other side vol. 1 and 2 what if...?

Music flowers - miley cyrus bellissima - annalisa calm down - selena gomez and rema heartbeat - childish gambino cuando vale hacer el amor? - ysy a una noche en medellin - cris mj llamado de emergencia -daddy yankee adios - maria becerra marte - maria becerra felices x siempre - maria becerra corashe - nathy peluso a la orilla de la chimenea - joaquin sabina pa quererte - rels b yo primero - rels b quiero que me llames - conociendo rusia la cancion - bruno borlone lost - linkin park helpless - john mayer all for nothing - eddie benjamin  entre dos aguas - paco de lucia esa carita que me llevas - locoplaya coco - el dog me libere - el gran combo de puerto rico hope - FN ring of past - men i trust i love you - walters strawberry blond - mitski a little more time - role model wish on an eyelash pt.2 - mallrat and the chainsmokers

Events

01: me sigo sintiendo del orto. hago cosas para mí pero no puedo dormir y cuando como, todo me cae mal. lloro de la nada y siento un dolor como si me estrujaran el pecho.  hable con él - me hizo bien. 

02: valeria me banco en la decision de intentarlo. todo es un sacrificio, nada nos asegura que va a salir bien o mal, nadie nos apura a nada; pero yo al menos lo necesito. no puedo alejarme o decidir no verlo más asi sin más.  lo que “deberia” hacer es relativo. desde afuera es facil ver la “mejor eleccion” pero desde adentro, con mi experiencia y mis sentimientos y mi voluntad, soy yo la que juzga lo que es mejor para mí. encima de eso, somos dos en esto. si vamos a intentarlo, los dos vamos a tener uqe trabajar juntos, y si no vamos a intentarlo, los dos tenemos que tener en claro lo que eso implica. 

03: polenta? 

ansiedad de pensar que lucho puede volver a confundirse o a sentir cosas por otra chica y que yo no le voy a ser suficiente.estaria totalmente bien eso, pero me da miedo perderlo. no estoy lista para sacarlo de mi vida y dejar de amarlo.  terapia - me ayudo a calmarme y a no sentirme culpable por mis decisiones cena con él y la polenta  estuvo bueno aunque por momentos me vienen pensamientos feos a la cabeza y lo ataco, o me ataco a mí. 

04: carrera de él - me gustó acompañarlo pero me destruyo el verla a ella cuando pasamos por el condor. sigo sintiendome inferior, como si fuera el hazme reir de toda la situacion. la boluda a la que le pudieron mentir en el cara y encima vuelve. me desarma saber que pudo robarme la atencion de él .

05: ansiedad y triste  sexting

06: vuelva al cem  cena con él - pelea por celos y porque yo lo ataque - good sex 

07: triggered bc he got drunk and that scares me bc i’m still hurt over what happened. 

8, 9, 10 -- bad sleeping days. i have horrible nightmares all the time 

11: TRIGGERING day : i don’t really want to go to this lunch with his family.  i don’t feel close to him lately. it’s like there is a vail between us. there are moments where i feel like everytihng is ok but then, all of a sudden, i don’t see him. i just see the guy who lied to me and broke our trust. i know i am responsible for some of that, but i don’t love him unconditionally like i did before and i’m scared that i never will get back to it.  i don’t know why i’m going... i guess i’m trying to prove something ???))) i dont’ know. but i’m triggered already and i’m crying and i feel like vomiting  update: i got drunk and insulted him the entire day. i’m the worst and i hate myself.

many days went by. i still felt anxious, sad, insecure and attacked him for “wanting” another girl. 

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17 and 18: we went camping and that helped me a little to disconnect from everything.  i came to terms with the fact that he is choosing me and tolerating my comments, when he DOESN’T deserve that. i want to be happy with him and make him happy. all of us like being liked and i trully believe he doesn’t want anything with her. he wouldn’t be with he if he liked her. it still hurts me to remember that he went after her but i have to let it go. if he ever wants anyone else other that me, he’ll tell me and i’ll have to let him go.  during the camping he said: “i’m done worrying about what is wrong or what else can I do to make you happy; I’m just gonna enjoy you as much as i can untill you decide to leave me.”  i don’t want to leave him. i love him. i’m still sad but i’m willing to fight my dark mind to be better with him. 

20: run 5km in 25 min, my personal best so far. I haven’t run in like 6 days. i’ve been doing other types of exercise and i felt sick a couple of days ago, so i’m proud of having run this good today.  make dinner for him - “date” -- empanadas de carne cortada a cuchillo, tiramisu and picada lucho got rings for us. it’s a little weird for me but i like it. i don’t know if to use it or not yet... i feel strange 

21: i missed him so i went to visit him at work after a month. i was nervous but i felt good going. i still think about her and i feel like i “need” to see her to “understand” why he liked him, but at the same time i’m TERRIFIED of seeing her again, ever. aaand i know he doesn’t like her, it’s just i still allow her to have that power. 

22: he is sick so i went to take care of him after work i had nightamres about men who got into my house to kidnap me and rape me. 

23:i woke up feeling tired but wanting to have a day for myself i’m going to the  museum alone to enjoy it and take pictures also i’m going to meet with lari and cati - i ended up leaving sad bc lari doesn’t really support me on my relationship and that hurts.  lari is moving to miramar with ori TODAY I FEEL JEALOUS. sometimes i go over her twitter account and I remmeber that she is cool and fun and sexual and that my boyfriend liked that A MONTH AGO. i want to be happy with him and we are getting better but I still can’t forget about what happened. 

24,25: days wtih him. he was still sick but then got better. we had burgers and watched the lord od the rings. i lovd being able to share that with him then we went to his friend’s birthday. i wasn’t too anxious which was great, but after having a few drinks, i realized i started making mean comments about what had happened. i still have to control myself and work on that. 

26: i’m sad. it still hurts me that he wanted to be with someone else. i know he is choosing me know, and that i was also a little shit by reading his messages, but i can’t get over the fact the lied to me and he went after another girl. i trust him now but i don’t know if i’ll be able to forgive/forget. 

i’m just sad and my heart hurts and there is nothing nobody can do for me. i have to figure myself out. 

27:still sad and he’s mad at my world, with reasons.  i just want to be happy with him and make him happy. i’m hurting him when that’s the LAST thing i want to do. I can’t stand being like his ex. i can’t stand feeling like our love is not as strong as it used to be. 

I need to leave behind the pain of knowing that he wanted “to play” with someone else but I cannot believe that still. It’s hard for me to move on because he’s been chasing her for weeks, he talked to her like he used to talk to me when he was starting to date me. that hurts SO BAD. it literally feels like someone is crashing my heart and it physically hurts and i just want to cry. it’s an instant reaction. that’s why i still make AWFUL comments when I cannot control myself because I still have a lot of shitty feelings inside of me. 

I need to believe him but I don’t. not yet and that’s sad and painful for the both of us. i’m too broken inside. 

28: taking a day for myself again.  focusing on me is what makes me less anxious. i need to learn how to be without him for the both of us’ sake.  i wanna have my little projects and do them without him.  i wanna run, train, paint, read and cook more; challenge myself at work; visit my friends; save money; learn to drive and move out alone. i’ll make a new tab for this year.  he will be a complement of all of that if we are still a couple; but in case we aren’t, I cannot get as low as I did one month ago. I won’t.  i’m hopeful bc a month ago i was DEEP in the shit and, even though i’m sad now, i’m not as bad as back then. I hope that in time, we get to be the couple we used to be, or even better after learning about our faults and working on them together. 

pensamiento toxico del dia: estoy queriendo hacer algo romantico al buscar niestroas primeras conversaciones. para eso estoy pasando por todo el historial de instagramy recien caigo en que posiblemente estaba confundido y jugando con ella cuando me vino a hacer compañia a casa. porque dijo que estaba confundio hacia como una semana...??? y los mensajes fueron 10 dias despues de que mis viejos volvieran... Hum... me siento una pelotuda. Yo jugando a la casita y él queriendo abrazar a otra. Lovely. 

Cómo me cuesta soltarrrr, lpm. Soy una mierda. 

update: lei nuestros primeros chats y posteos que hice sobre él acá. de verdad quiero perder todo eso por mi trauma/dolor?? si lo dejo, eventualmente voy a estar bien sin él pero no quiero. entonces por qué no puedo estar bien con él? ya lo dije mil veces pero tengo que perdonar y confiar. sí, nos traicionamos los dos, pero si lo estamos pasando mal ahora es porque esperamos poder mejorar juntos y yo no estoy ayudando mucho ultimamente. 

tengo que parar. puedo estar triste y sentirme insegura, eso no va a desaparecer rapidamente. el cambio de mentalidad es un proceso lento pero tengo que dar realmente lo mejor de mí. tengo que dejar de estar tan mal y de tener tantos bajones porque le estoy haciendo mal a él y lo voy a perder por mi culpa. 

[mountaintracked]

His folly was to think men like Treton could change their mind. His tragedy was to think men like himself could change Trenton's mind for him. Men are all one-track minded--sometimes that's good, sometimes that's productive, and... then sometimes, there's men like your ex, whose one-track thinking led him to use you and abuse you at his convenience, and like a kicked puppy, making you come back for more. I guess each shifter could not help but carry on the nature of their form, wasn't it, pup? Oliver knows that well. The things he's done, are the things he is. And maybe you like that bit of mean in a bad, bad, biker boy.

It would have been far less cruel if this was all just a trick of the hazy medications they had Elias on, making his sight fuzzy, and his memories jumbling up with the present. But no. As misfortune would have it, Trenton's extensive breeding efforts in the Medieval past did spread his seed (sort of like a plague, actually?) across the pond, and helped repopulate the bear population of North America, where they found safe haven in the Rockies & throughout Canada, who would then encounter the likewise native mountain lion population, and over the thousands of years or so, when mommy and daddy love each other very much, and... you get it. An unholy union later in the Wild West, fast forwarded to the present day, and you get this shit. Elias' own little private heaven/nightmare: TRENTON COLLIER back from the fucking dead & reborn anew. This could go either way, really, but... now's not the time, not when Elias is so indisposed like this, after being a witch's prisoner of war for days. And don't you go thinking that just because it's not Trenton, that he doesn't have his own... little issues. Maybe you like men that way.

"I, ah... hahah..." it's kind of a nervous laugh, but mostly harmless. He's never seen this man before, but he's asking if you remember him. Not the best thing you wanna hear from a stranger in a hospital. Kinda creepy, actually. "No, no, hey. Hey. Dont'cha worry, now, Elias. I'm just gonna--" peeking his head out the door again, asking for a nurse in here. Damn it. What's taking so fucking long. It'd be real awkward to just go on about doing his repair work while the patient is clearly seeing shit and having a moment there, without his nurse to uhh... he doesn't know? Knock his ass out? Push some 5 cc of good-night and call it a day. He fixes bikes, not guys. He mostly breaks guys, actually. "Hey, so..." he's stroking his fine but plentiful dark scruff around the chin, trying to think of a way to calm this guy down and hopefully not trigger a scene. "I don't think I know ya, bud, sorry. But it's nice t' meet ya, ah, Elias? I'm Oliver, now, partner." Evidently cowboy, which should hopefully dispel the Trenton illusion without breaking his heart in two or three or whichever largest integer you can compute, IT man. "I'm just 'ere to fix this shit here." He says, fist on his hip, accentuating the tool belt, while other hand's thumb points backwards, up at the broken AC mounted on the wall behind him. "You got me mistaken for someone else. Bet he must've been hot, though, ah? He ever call you back?" You know. Trying to make light with a joke. With any luck, Elias would laugh politely at this little social faux pas and crisis would be averted.

emotions  can  be  fickle.

sometimes  they  malfunction  &  what  should  be  triggering  dread  instead  triggered  another  emotion  entirely.  the  one  where  -  despite  having  been  tortured  for  three  days  straight  &  being  pretty  much  bound  to  a  hospital  bed,  joy  filled  him  to  the  brim.  part  of  him  knew  that  behavior  was  ....not  real,  not  really  ...real  anyway.  conditioning.  trenton  spent  a  long  time  training  him  -  trial  &  error,  good  cop  &  bad  cop,  although  trenton  was  always  the  bad  cop  &  everything  elias  did  always  called  for  measures  that  had  to  be  taken  to  fix  unwanted  behavior.

when  all  elias  asked  for  was  ....  love.  a  gentle  smile,  a  firm  hand,  a  little  bit  of  time  on  a  busy  man's  day.  elias  never  asked  for  the  stars  or  the  moon,  he  wouldn't  know  what  to  do  with  them  anyway,  but  he  had  dreams  &  wishes  of  his  own  that  trenton  ensured  would  never  become  reality  &  just  as  elias  was  beginning  to  think  he  could  recover  from  the  year  spent  under  the  bear's  thumb,  he's  back.

&  elias  should  be  terrified,  he  should  be  angry,  he  should  be  nervous  &  afraid,  but  ....  all  he  could  think  about  was:  he's  changed  his  mind!  he  came  back  for  me.  but  when  the  man  speaks,  confusion  reached  its  maximum  &  elias  has  to  admit  that  ...  maybe  this  isn't  trenton.  or  maybe  he's  simply  playing  ...  a  game.  trenton  loved  his  games,  because  if  elias  didn't  keep  up,  the  alpha  had  yet  another  excuse  to  discipline  him.

or  was  all  this  just  ...the  meds?

would  they  make  him  see  someone  who  wasn't  there?  someone  who  technically  couldn't  be  there.  "trenton,  i...  i  thought  you  were  gone."  there's  talks  of  a  nurse  &  help,  but  elias'  mind  is  swimming  -  he  didn't  think  a  nurse  could  help  with  that.  "please,  don't  leave  me  again."  he  sits  up,  blue  eyes  pleading  across  when  their  eyes  meet.  he  looked  like  he  was  close  to  crying,  which  wasn't  ...for  show.  "i  need  to-"  oh,  the  urge  to  roll  out  of  bed  &  drop  his  pants  was  immense.  "don't  leave,  please.  i....  this  makes  no  sense."  trenton  &  working?  fixing  things,  no  less?  that  ...sounded  wrong.  fake.

"who...  who  are  you?"  maybe  there  was  an  explanation…  for  this?  “do…  do  you  remember  me?  elias?”  wishful  thinking  perhaps  -  the  deeply-lodged  wish  to  be  remembered.