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[j-crow]

what the fuck is this guy always doing in houses office bro

[megwritesriddles]

First Time for Everything ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Josh Futturman x F! Reader / You

Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 8 - Pet Play. Josh is useless when it comes to women, so when his new coworker starts coming onto him very strongly, he's sure she must have an ulterior motive. Which she does, but not what he's expecting.

Tags: Pet play (not extreme), P in V, Protected sex, Oral sex (f receiving), Collar, Leash, Calling Josh puppy, Praise kink, Whimpering, Sub!Josh, Dom!Reader, Loser!Josh (obviously), Fluff, Josh is so excited to get laid it's crazy, Set before events of the show.

Word count: 3.9k

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Authors note: This is probably the most out there kink I'll ever write, hopefully there is actually an audience for this in the Future Man fandom lol!! Vaguely inspired by the muzzle scene but there's no muzzling in this sorry!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

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Josh had never been good with girls. He knew it, everyone at the lab knew it, everyone at the game store knew it, hell, even his parents were aware how inept he was. It was humiliating, and it really didn’t help his chances with girls, to have them know he’s a loser before they even get to meet him, not that it wasn’t plainly obvious from his demeanour anyway. That’s why it’s so baffling to everyone in his life when you show up. You start as an intern at Kronish Laboratories, fresh out of college. He immediately finds you pretty, but he’s overheard the others telling you about him. He’s a loser, he’s probably a creep, he still lives with his parents at 23, do you want to grab a coffee sometime? All the other men at the facility are immediately flirting with you, so he just writes you off as someone to admire from afar. Until you make it a mission to insert yourself into his life, for whatever reason. 

“Hey Josh,” you’ll greet him with a flirtatious tone in the staff room as you grab coffees for your superiors. He never gets used to it, waving back awkwardly. You just giggle and rest a hand on his arm. He’s sure this is all a prank being played against him. There is this odd predatory gleam in your eyes now and then as you talk to him. It’s like you want to chew him up and spit him out, and at this point, he might let you. Every suggestive remark you make drives him to the brink of insanity, his imagination becoming filled with all the things you suggest. His masturbatory fantasies become grounded in reality rather than Biotic Wars thanks to you. He even brags to his friends, keeping a lipstick mark from you on his cheek all day just so he could go show it off at the game store after work. You come sit by him in the cafeteria sometimes, talking to him and openly flirting with him. He so wishes he could flirt back, sweep you off your feet but he just can’t get the words out. Yet, despite all his pathetic responses, stumbling words and lack of reciprocation, you keep pressing. Being more and more forward with him every day, leaving him dizzy.

You sit across the table from him, tracing your fingers up and down his arm, sipping your favourite smoothie. He stares down at the table, eating silently, his eyes occasionally flickering to your fingers on his arm. He looks like he’s uncomfortable, and he is, but he loves it too and is glad that you don’t back off. He just needs some time, he’s really not used to this and you’re so beautiful. You tell him idly about one of the lab workers who has been very demanding, lamenting your position as intern. 

“At least you’re not scrubbing toilets,” he laughs nervously. You purse your lips.

“Yeah, I suppose, you’re very resilient for doing what you do Josh,” you smile flirtatiously, tracing your fingers over his palm. The sensation tickles slightly and his fingers twitch. You know you’re laying it on a little thick, but Josh is so starved for this that he just smiles dopily.

“N-no, I mean, anyone could do it,”

“No… It takes a special, strong man, I think,” you grin, leaning a little closer. Flattery gets you everywhere with him, he bites the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from saying something embarrassing. “You said something about your parents going away this weekend?” you urge, drawing circles on his wrist. 

“Uh… yeah, they’re off to visit some friends of theirs,” he answers nervously. He still finds it odd that you casually bring up him living with his parents without a shred of judgement. 

“I can come over then?” you suggest. His mouth falls open.

“Uh… what?”

“I can come over?” you bat your lashes enticingly. 

“Yeah… I… why would you want-? But yeah definitely,” he stumbles over his words, blushing and feeling his brain buzzing. God he really needs to clean up, and take all his posters of Tiger down and–.

“Perfect, I have something fun for us to do,” you grin, winking. His entire body reacts, blood feeling hot. “I have a little present for you too,” you smile, reaching over the table to trace a finger down his neck. He doesn’t understand your implication, but his brain is conjuring millions of images. 

“A present?” he swallows. “Why?” You lean over the table, pressing your lips to his ear. His whole body jolts. 

“Because you’ve been a good boy, haven’t you?” you purr, nipping his earlobe. Josh feels crazy in this moment, he has to be dreaming, but that nip on his ear felt real and oh god. “Haven’t you?”

“Y-yeah, I’m a good boy,” he answers without thinking. He waits for you to mock him, for this to have been his trap, the motivation behind your flirting to finally reveal itself. He expects you to reveal a recording device, to play the audio of him saying he’s a good boy for everyone at work to hear, to completely humiliate him. But you don’t, you just kiss below his ear and stand up from the table.

“Saturday at 5?” you suggest, unable to keep the smirk off your face. He nods, eyes wide and dumbstruck. “You’ll pay for dinner, we’ll order something in,” you tell him, finishing off your smoothie with a slurp of the straw. He just nods again like he’s in a trance. You smile. “Perfect, see you later Josh,” you blow a kiss and leave the cafeteria. Josh swallows, pinching his arm to check he’s even alive anymore. You want to come to his house, you want to be alone together. You called him a good boy. He wasn’t good at this stuff, but even he knew that it seemed like he was getting laid this saturday. He didn’t want to assume, in case it made things awkward. That evening after work, he discussed with his buddies at the game shop, even getting a female perspective. He left out that you’d called him a good boy, but even without that, they all agreed he was getting laid. He was so excited, smiling for the rest of the week, a spring in his step that wasn’t usually there. He was getting laid, by you.

He spends the days until Saturday getting ready, praying he’s not getting ahead of himself. He goes into town, picking up some condoms, a bunch of takeout menus for all the best places, some nice plain boxers and a nice smelling candle. At home, he does furious reddit research on sex advice, tidies away all of his Tiger stuff and tries his best to make his bedroom look like a respectable adult man's room, rather than that of a man with the interests of a teenager. He knows you know about his video game addiction, his friend Ray having embarrassed him in front of you for it many times, but he’s still determined to seem a little less pathetic than he is. His parents ask a million questions about what he’s up to before they go, but he avoids the questions, knowing they’d be asking to meet you if they knew what was going on, and he couldn’t face that humiliation and come out alive. At work, you continue to flirt with him, continue to touch his arms and occasionally sneak kisses onto his cheeks. He’s coiled tight like a bowstring, practically vibrating with excitement. In just 24 hours, he thinks as he says goodbye to you on friday evening (or rather you say bye to him and he just squeaks and blushes), the two of you might be having sex. He lays out a nice outfit for himself when he gets home, ready for tomorrow. His parents are already gone, the house is silent and his thoughts echo your name. 

He can barely sleep, tossing and turning and tugging himself off periodically. He is desperate not to cum too early with you tomorrow, although he’s done extensive research on how to please you anyway in case it happens. In the morning, he changes his sheets, using the fancy sheets usually kept for the guest room. What his parents don’t know can’t hurt them, he’ll wash them and return them to the linen closet before they get back. He showers, scrubbing himself furiously, using every nice-smelling thing he can get his hands on. He trims his pubic hair, he wanted to shave, but it was too risky, so he carefully trims, tongue sticking out between his teeth as he focuses intensely. He lets his hair dry without brushing it down, making it curl up a little. He remembers that you told him once that you liked his hair like this. He slathers on deodorant and cologne desperately, already starting to sweat with nerves. He does a final sweep of his room to make sure there is nothing embarrassing visible, lighting the candle to make it smell nice and to build atmosphere. Then, he sits, anxious as anything by the front door. His brain churns with a million different scenarios, anxiety settling in his gut and making him nauseous. What if he’s done all this and he’s misread everything and you’re not going to have sex? It would be fine, he wasn’t going to pressure you or anything, but he has gotten himself all worked up and would feel pretty devastated. He’ll just enjoy your company, and whatever happens will happen, he tells himself. 

You’re at the door. You’re early. He sprints to the door, opening it in seconds. His mouth is dry, you’re wearing a beautiful and very… short dress. He swallows, tearing his eyes away from your thighs. You hold a little bag in your hands, smiling seductively. 

“Hey handsome,” you purr, stepping past him into the house, letting yourself in. His eyes follow you, dumbstruck. 

“Uh… hey,”

“Where’s your room?” you ask, glancing around the family home, spotting a few baby pictures of Josh that you’d want to have a look at later. 

“Oh… uh okay… straight there?” he chuckles, wringing his hands nervously, sweating dripping down his forehead. He leads you up the stairs to his room on shaky legs, standing by the door and taking a deep breath. He prayed to God that he’d made his room look okay. He opens the door and lets you in in front of him, which ends up being a mistake as he gets a view of your ass that makes him half-hard already. He swallows. The room smells more pleasant than usual, the candlelight illuminating the room warmly.

“Sit,” you command him, pointing to his bed. He scrambles to do what you say, kicking the door shut behind him and stumbling to the bed, sitting on the edge and looking up at you, breathing hard. You smile. 

“Good boy,” you coo, making him shiver. You walk over and sit yourself on his lap, wrapping one arm around his shoulders. His eyes are wide and filled with awe, his hands hovering, unsure where to put them. All his research has left his mind and he just feels like a complete loser, but you’re on his lap and looking happy, and that’s all that matters. It doesn’t even occur to him that you can feel him half-hard against your thigh but the knowledge makes you smirk. “I had something to discuss with you,” you begin. 

“Errr… right, o-okay,” he tries his best to smile casually. 

“You see… I have a little problem,” you start, running your hand up and down his chest. He nods along, though he’s more focused on your hand on his chest, feeling his shaky breaths. You pout down at him. “I have this… kink… that no one will indulge me with, that I think you might be able to help with,” he lets out a throaty noise as you say this, completely caught off guard.

“I’ll do it,” he answers quickly, not wanting to miss this opportunity, whatever it was. You giggle.

“You don’t even know what it is yet,” you point out, gently poking the tip of his nose. He shrugs.

“Anything, I’ll do,” 

“Hear me out first okay?” you pout, tracing up and down his neck. He nods, although he already knows he’ll agree to whatever this is unless it’s illegal or something. He’s just so desperate to get laid, especially by you. “So… you like it when I call you a good boy, right?”

“Yeah, I’m a good boy,” he exhales, trying to lean up to kiss you. You push him back. You can tell he’s not really listening to you, so you pull out the little box from your bag. He half watches, half stares in awe at your face. You open the box to reveal a leather collar and a matching leash. When he realises what he’s looking at, his brows shoot up. “You uh… want to collar me?”

“Yeah,” you purr, nuzzling his jawline. “I want you to be an obedient little puppy for me,” His mind spins, he hadn’t been expecting this from you. Sure, he knew you were confident and seemed to like to be in charge, but he’s still taken by surprise. You pick up the collar gently, running your fingers over the leather, he watches. “May I?” you ask, holding it up to his neck.

“O-okay,” he whispers, staring up at you. You secure the collar around his neck, making sure it’s not too tight. He finds the feeling odd, but also pleasant. 

“There, now you belong to me,” you smile. Oh, he likes the sound of that, belonging to you.

“You’re my owner,” he breathes.

“Exactly, puppy,” you coo, kissing his cheek. He looks up at you in awe. Why does he like that so much? Being called puppy? He knew he was into the whole ‘good boy’ thing from his late nights on the internet, but this was new. Yet he was finding himself quite into it. You secure the leash onto his collar, tugging gently so his face is closer to yours. You grin.

“You’re not uh… gonna walk me around in public on all fours are you?” he asks nervously. You chuckle and shake your head. 

“No, I’m only really mildly into this puppy play stuff, people get pretty crazy with it, but I’m tamer than you think,” you assure, kissing his lips for the first time, tugging him closer using the leash. He whines into the kiss, kissing you back desperately, his hands finally settling on your waist. He kisses you eagerly, pressing his tongue into your mouth and letting it explore. The slight pressure from the collar on the back of his neck as you pull him close feels surprisingly nice, a grounding reminder that you’re in control here. You kiss for a little while before things start to escalate. He watches in awe as you strip down for him, telling him to stay put and not touch. He takes in every inch of your body with enthusiasm, sitting on his hands to keep from reaching for you. You command him to strip down too and he nervously does. He stands in his boxers for a while, wondering if you might compliment them since they’re new. You tilt your head and urge him on and he inwardly curses, realising you’d have no idea they were new and he must have looked silly just now. He stands in front of you in all his glory, cock at full attention. “You look lovely, pup, now kneel for me,” he blushes and shakily lowers to his knees, looking up at you wide-eyed.

“Is this good?” he asks shyly. 

“Yes, very,” you come to sit down on the edge of his bed, he shuffles to turn to look at you as you tug on his lead. You spread your legs and he whimpers, cock twitching. His only experience was fingering a girl in the dark back in high school, so he’s never seen a cunt up close and in the light like this. You tug him forward by the least until he is right up against you, his shaky breaths washing over you. He’s staring wide-eyed at the space between your legs and you giggle. “Puppies like to lick, don’t they?” you tease. He moans and looks up at you through his lashes. 

“Oh God… Can I?” he pants. You just tug on his leash, pulling his face against your centre. He whines, the smell of your arousal making him lightheaded. He looks up at you and slowly starts to lick.

“Good boy…” you sigh, leaning back on your free hand, the other wrapped tight in the leash, keeping him in place. “Very good puppy,” he whines at your praises, his tongue moving faster against you. He’s sloppy, lapping at you like he’s trying to drink you up, practically drooling all over you, moaning in desperation. “Yeah, you like it don’t you pup?” you sigh, lying back against his bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He whimpers, continuing his desperate work, slurping wetly at you. The fact he’s pleasing you is driving him wild. He shakes his head into you, trying to get as close as humanly possible. He groans in pleasure as your thighs tighten around his head. He keeps licking at you relentlessly until you’re finally starting to shiver and cry out. He hums in excitement, speeding up his work, feeling the muscles in your thighs go tense around his head. You tug at his leash. “Faster,” he swallows, speeding up his movements as much as he can. He’s practically making out with your cunt, sloppy and desperate, feeling you buck up against his face. He just whines in response. 

Finally, stars explode behind your eyelids and you cry out, your thighs tightening around his head so tight he can barely hear you as your orgasm, but he can hear enough. He stares up at you in awe as you fall apart, continuing to lick at you, drinking your release like the nectar of the gods. You moan, rubbing yourself against his face until sensation is too much. You loosen your grip on the leash, tugging him away. He whines in disappointment, looking up at you. He slowly and shakily licks his lips, savouring the remnants of your taste. He’s painfully hard and you can see it too, his tip all flushed red and leaking pre-cum.

“You were such a good puppy, such a good boy,” you coo breathlessly. “You made me very happy,” he smiles proudly up at you from the floor. “Does my good puppy want a reward?” you ask. He nods excitedly. You tug him up onto his feet and he stumbles excitedly towards you. “You’re so needy, aren’t you puppy?” you taunt, tracing a finger up his length which twitches furiously in response.

“Y-yeah,” he stammers, watching as a drop of his pre-cum drips onto your thigh, sliding down the curve of it. The sight makes him squirm. You turn around, still loosely holding his leash, getting on your knees and elbows on the bed, arching your back to present your cunt to him. You tug him forward by the leash, but he misunderstands your intention, leaning in to desperately lick at you again from this new position, pressing his face against you. You gasp and squirm, your hips stuttering, enjoying it for a second before sharply tugging him away. He whines miserably and you can hear him panting.

“You’re supposed to fuck me, puppy,” you huff breathlessly.

“Oh… heh… okay,” he chuckles sheepishly, cursing inwardly at himself for screwing up. He climbs carefully up onto the bed. You feel his warmth hovering above you and you tug the leash again, forcing his warm chest to hit your back. He exhales shakily, taking a nervous hold of your hips as he positions himself over you. You feel his length, hard and warm against the cleft of your ass. He humps against you for a moment like he can’t help himself, whining in your ear. Another sharp tug to the leash snaps him out of it. He nervously grabs a condom from his nightstand and slides it on with shaky hands. 

“Good idea, puppy, good boy,” you coo and he preens under the praise. He mounts you properly, his tip pressing to your entrance, and you feel his whole body shuddering behind you. You give another tug on the leash and he starts to sink into you. He’s very vocal, whining and groaning in your ear as he settles in. He kneads thoughtlessly at the flesh of your hips and waist, mumbling choked-out sobs of thank you as he twitches within you. You can tell this isn’t going to last long. He starts to hump you tactlessly, blindly chasing his release, whimpering pathetically from the pleasure of your tight heat around him. “Such a needy puppy,” you purr and he whines louder because he is exactly that, he can’t control himself, reduced into a pathetic mess by you. His hips snap against yours at an erratic pace, his face burying into your neck. He’s panting like he’s in heat, desperately placing sloppy open-mouthed kisses against your neck. Everything he read about good sex is out the window as he humps you needily. He gasps shakily, letting out several choked sobs as he approaches climax. He holds you incredibly tight to him, a brief reminder of the physical strength he has over you despite his submission.

“Please, can I? Please,” he sobs. You contemplate trying to make him hold back, but you decide that’s for next time. As soon as you give him the go-ahead he stills, cumming thick ropes into the condom, quivering inside you. He wails in pleasure, body collapsing on top of yours. You tug his leash, making him roll off of you with a soft grunt. You lie side by side for a moment, breathing heavily, the room smelling strongly of sex even over the scented candle. Josh relishes the scent completely, knowing it’s coming from what the two of you did together. You shuffle into his arms, softly unhooking the leash from the collar and setting it aside. You trace the collar on his neck.

“How was that? Being my puppy?” you ask gently. He stares up at you, eyes hazy.

“Y-yeah, amazing… wow…” his arm curves around your back, pulling you gently to him, needing some touch right now. You wrap an arm around him in return and peck his lips.

“Wanna do it again sometime?”

“Please, yeah,” he chuckles, smiling dopily at you. 

“I always got the vibe from you that you’d like this kind of thing,” you smile, revealing why you’ve been inserting yourself so thoroughly into his life. “A perfect puppy all for me,” 

“I didn’t even know it about myself, but I… really did… I’ll be your puppy any day,” he admits with a little flush. You nuzzle your nose against his. He chuckles, enjoying the genuine affection from you, something he’s been completely starved of. 

“So, I seem to remember that food is on you?” you tease. 

“Not literally right? Like some sort of food kink?” he asks, fingers twitching against your back. You laugh.

“No, in a very regular way, I promise,” you soothe, rubbing his chest. He laughs.

“I can never really know with you, it seems,”

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[skepticalarrie]

I feel kind of bad or maybe a bit sorry for people who are new to the fandom and full of hope, analyzing everything too much. we were once there too. But now they've suddenly read up on 10 years information, which is overwhelming for anyone. They're excited and waiting for changes and the continuation of the story, but the story ended years ago. they're grasping at any number or sign, looking for clues. I just want to hug them and say, 'Calm down, nothing's going to happen. It was never meant to.

That’s one of the reasons why I eventually decided to start tagging my posts, keeping a good archive of information on my blog and answering asks. Especially when a big wave of new fans joined during the pandemic. Falling down this rabbit hole really is a journey, and it can be tough to piece together everything that happened before people were here. Unfortunately, I’ve seen many fans develop awful anxiety after waiting years or months for something “big” to happen. New fans often seem on edge, and I genuinely feel bad because I don’t want anyone to go through that.

I get that some of our answers might come across as grumpy or impatient, but it’s because you really shouldn’t hold your breath for anything in this fandom. Believing in something comes with a risk, and it’s up to you to navigate that.

Maybe whatever we were waiting for was never meant to happen.. who knows?!! But amazing things have happened, and we still have incredible moments to enjoy. But things are very different now compared to the posts from 10 years ago that we still read and hold so dear in this fandom.

[chaoticbardlady99]

Nobody’s Fool Part 2 (Astarion x GN! Reader)

Synopsis: Astarion surprises you at the dock and an impromptu sleepover occurs. You and Astarion talk about why you worship Selune and your history.

Content warning: Deceased parents, work camp, Dead dove, mentions of attempted SA

Author note: thank you so much for all the love! This will probably have a few more parts so I hope you enjoy! Also I am writing him as super awkward on purpose

Not my pic- if it is your, please let me know so I can tag you! @casualya

 You sit and skip rocks across the murky water- the rest of your companions are in their respective spots inside the dilapidated buildings. You usually spend time with Karlach, but, for whatever reason, Shadowheart seems to enjoy taking whatever company you have. Thankfully Karlach is actually your best friend and loves you, but it still hurts. 

 You know you could ask the others- you are sure one of them would want to spend time with you. Hells, Gale even commented on the Beach being a fun place and you didn’t think to invite him. Maybe it’s because the last time went so catastrophically that you don’t want to put yourself in that position again.

 Or because it would never be the date you had envisioned with Astarion. You had your blanket packed up next to your tent with a bottle of wine- you had a pouch to collect shells. You thought it might be fun for him to have something from a different place and shells are always so fun to find- at least from what you remember before the Mine. Your parents used to take you all the time and you would collect seashells together. 

 It’s the last time you truly, truly felt loved outside of praying to your Goddess. You don’t feel like you fit in with the other Selunite Clerics, you try your best, but there is always someone more desirable, more interesting, and you are just eh.

 There is always a Shadowheart that stands out in the crowd- deservedly so- she is a rare gem. You are just like any other gem Astarion has seen over the last two hundred years. 

 Sure people liked you, but it was never the people you liked. It was always the ones who were overbearing, hell bent on settling down and having a housewife. That isn’t what you want, but the men who want adventure and to be best friends, lovers, etc. want the more exciting individuals 

  The tears fall without your permission and you release a sigh of despair. You let your shoulders shake and your heart ache- it is better to release the pain in your chest than power through it. It will be better to get it out now while no one is around and you don’t have to be so wildly embarrassed about being emotional. 

 It’s not that you are still hung up on Astarion- you actually find it’s easier to keep boundaries if you don’t talk to him for tooo long. Just long enough to not make him feel left out, but not too long that he feels like he is special to you. 

 Of course, it hurts you to do that. You feel like he deserves to be special to someone- it just wasn’t meant to be you and you need to hold onto all of that specialness for the person you are meant to be with. 

 But what if you don’t want to be with anyone else ever again? This is your first big big crush, ever! What if you are never capable of developing feelings like this again!?

 You skip another rock pitifully across the water and watch as a fish jumps out to get it- only to be eaten by a bigger fish right after. 

 Typical, you sigh, my rock was given to someone just for someone else to receive the benefits. 

 It’s probably a good thing you are by yourself- you are quite the bummer today.

 “There you are- I have been looking for you just about everywhere, Darling,” a familiar voice says from behind you. 

 Oh great, you think, trying to collect yourself enough that it’s not obvious you are crying, he probably wants advice on how to make things right with Shadowheart. He never comes over and this is the first night Karlach is-

“I bought this for you,” he says awkwardly as he sits down next to you on the dock, “I thought it might help while uh fighting- so you don’t have to use up all of your magic like you did the other day.”

 You had felt like shit and slept through a whole day- you had overextended yourself with healing the day before and it had really taken a toll on you. You began feeling better today, but Shadowheart still took over the healing matters which you appreciated. 

 You look at Astarion’s hands and you are shocked to see an Amulet of Restoration. You have always wanted one, but they are ridiculously expensive. You had been eyeing this one while you were visiting the Myconoid Colony- you didn’t think anyone noticed. 

“I- I don’t know what to say.”

“I think the typical response is, ‘Thank you’, but I would like to request a very kind adjective at the end.”

 Astarion wiggles his eyebrows at you and you snort, shaking your head. 

“Thank you, beautiful,” you tease and notice how his face becomes slightly more lively and the tips of his ears grow pink.

 How silly- he probably gets that descriptor all the time. 

 You put the necklace on, it’s warm against your skin and it helps to heal the cracks in your chest. A sigh of relief leaves you as the weight of the world seems to lift ever so slightly. 

 You both sit there in silence- you are unable to come up with any topics of conversation. Your brain just feels icky and tired. You also wouldn’t even know what to say anymore. You haven’t really talked in a while- a whole week to be exact. Time seems to move differently on this journey- a week feels like months. 

You mostly expect him to get up and leave, but he never does.

“So- uh- the water is… dark.” 

 You don’t know what surprises you more- that Astarion attempted to start a conversation first or that his small talk is truly truly terrible.

 Either way, you may need to use this necklace sooner rather than later so you don’t die of shock.

“It’s exceptionally dark,” you add, “I bet there are all kinds of beasties down there.” 

Astarion’s feet get a little further away from the edge of the dock and he chuckles nervously. The water is quite unsettling and you hope you didn’t scare him too much. You don’t think you are ready for him to leave yet. 

“Oh, you think so? Like what?” 

 This is… odd. He wants to keep talking? You feel like you are usually dragging the conversation along and now that you have had time to thoroughly analyze all of your previous interactions- you still don’t know how you had been so blind.

 This is not within the norm.

“Well- I heard,” you look left and right before making eye contact again, “a Kraken may live down there.”

 Astarion groans and you laugh heartily- Gale has been talking about Kraken’s all day and Astarion had looked so annoyed by the end of the journey to the Decrepit Village that everyone steered clear of him. No one wanted a piercing insult on their psyche that evening.

“Not you too!”

“Did you know-“

“Please- no!” He says in exasperation, “any more fun Kraken facts and I may let myself become one’s meal.”

 You shake your head and play with your hands- trying to find some way to keep the conversation going. It’s pathetic, but you don’t want to stop talking to him. That tiny piece of hope doesn’t want to. 

“What do you think it’s blood tastes like?” You ask, “the Kraken, I mean.”

 You don’t necessarily know why that particular thought seems to interest you, but you look at the water and think. You don’t look at his face, mostly worried you might have offended him by even asking. Is that something you can ask a Vampire?

“Would it be more mammal or fish-like?”

 Astarion looks equally as curious regarding this line of thought.

“Well, I tried a fish when we were near the Grove- it was atrocious, truly,” Astarion shudders, “I can’t imagine a Kraken is going to taste that much better.” 

 “Fish really tastes that bad?”

 Astarion nods with a scowl, “it’s not nearly as bad as the bugs and rats Cazador fed me, but I still have no desire to indulge in that again.”

 You blink a few times, unsure if you heard him right.

 “Rats and bugs?” You ask, “I thought you always fed off of people.”

 Astarion throws his head back with a cynical laugh.

“That was a good one, Darling.”

 “I wasn’t joking.”

  Astarion looks perplexed and then seems to be immediately flooded with shame- beginning to get back up and make his leave.

“On that note-”

“Wait,” you get up quickly, “we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, okay? But there is no judgment from me- ever. I promise.”

 You both stand there, staring at each other, and he is searching your eyes for any sign of deception. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until he sat back down. 

 You aren’t sure how close you should sit next to him, so you give yourself and him a relatively decent-friend sized gap. 

 You can still be his friend- that you can do.

“Cazador would have me bring the prettiest souls in all of Baldur’s Gate,” he scowls, “he would ask me if I wanted to dine with him and if I said no, he would flay me. If I said yes, he would sooo ‘generously’ give me a putrid, dead, rotting rat.

“You are the first thinking creature I have…”

  You aren’t really sure what you are supposed to say in this situation. You have never been a Vampire Spawn before and you certainly haven’t had to drink putrid blood. Rotten food and such, sure, but you have a feeling expressing empathy and your own experience would not be perceived well. 

“I am really sorry you had to do that.” 

“It doesn’t matter- I will never have to do that again.”

“True.”

 You both sit there quietly and just enjoy the silence- the sound of gentle waves flowing through the air is soothing and it’s calming. You enjoy his company- immensely. You will let yourself soak into it for a moment.

“I made a mistake,” Astarion breaks the silence, “going with Shadowheart the night of the party.”

 You are frozen and entirely unsure of how to respond to that. Does he mean he should have accepted your offer or does he just want to talk about it?

“Oh- I’m sorry it wasn’t enjoyable for you.”

  He stares down into the murky water and doesn’t say a word. The silence is heavy between both of you and you don’t want to ask the question that is weighing heavily on your mind because you honestly don’t think you want to know the answer. 

 It was probably just that the sex was bad or they didn’t end up having as much chemistry as they thought.

 “He said your name in the middle of the act itself!”

  You feel the tips of your ears heat up and your heart begins to hammer in your chest when Karlach’s words resurface.

 No- it was probably an accident.

 “When you asked me to walk on the beach that night,” he whispers, “what were your intentions?”

 You feel like a stone has dropped on your chest again with his words and you really have no desire to answer them, but you probably should.

“My intentions,” you say meekly, “were to take you on a date. Don’t worry- it won’t happen again.”

“You,” he sounds stunned, “you didn’t invite me to go to the beach with you for sex?”

  You hadn’t even thought about sex if you are being entirely honest. You have never been intimate with anyone before- some stupid chastity thing you had felt was important as a youth and now you are picky.

“Oh- no that was very far from my mind,” you say sheepishly, “I had other activities in mind, sex was not one of them.” 

“Like what?”

 You feel embarrassment course through your veins- you really shouldn’t be talking about this with him. Maybe they are all in on this big joke and when you share what you were going to do, they will all laugh around the campfire. 

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” you say with a pinched smile, meeting his unreadable expression, “come on- we should head back to camp.”

 You don’t catch the frown on his face as you get up to walk away. 

    *************************************************

  You are going cross eyed as you try to read and continue to zone out.

 Why did Astarion ask you so much about your date plans three days ago? Why has he been unusually atune to your recent needs? Why does he consistently keep your favorite alcohol on hand lately? 

 A lot has changed within a few days. You still spend an exceptional amount of time with Karlach, but Astarion has begun finding times to get your undivided attention too. It is as if he is helping Shadowheart with developing her relationship with Karlach.

Maybe he feels guilty for things not working out between them and is “taking one for the team”. It is likely that- there really isn’t any other reason for him to be spending time with you and you refuse to believe he has just suddenly developed feelings for you.

Have more bizarre things happened in your life? Certainly- there is even a tadpole in your head to prove it. Astarion having feelings for you is never going to be one of those bizarre things and you would be a fool to suddenly have hope now- even with the Amulet of Restoration warming your skin. 

 KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

 You are jolted from your thoughts when an incessant knocking pulls you back to reality. You blink a couple times and rub your eyes- yawning while telling the other individual to come in. You are hoping it is Karlach- she had been spending time with Shadowheart and she seems to be quite smitten. It is not Shadowheart’s fault that she is beautiful and wonderful nor was it her fault that Astarion was more attracted to her- you just want Shadowheart to be happy.

“You sound awfully tired, Darling,” stunning ruby eyes are peering at you from the shadows of your tent, “I can leave you be for the night if you would prefer.”

 It would probably be for the best, but the ghost of tears on his cheeks makes you think otherwise. He needs someone right now and in spite of your efforts, you still adore him. There is a book in his slightly shaking hand.

“Oh, no! That’s alright- you are welcome to sit and stay here as long as you need.”

 He smiles softly- something you have never seen before- and he sits down next to you. Both of your knees touch as you get back to your book and he begins to read his own. You are struggling to read your page even more now. 

  His cologne consumes you inside of your tent and you feels like you could begin to cry- you want to cuddle into him. You want to melt into his arms and know what it means to fall in love, be in love, and be loved in return. However, he does not want you. He needs you and that is wildly different than wanting.

“What are you reading?”

  Your mind goes blank all of a sudden.

 What are you reading?

 You turn the book over in your hand to look at its cover- how are you going to explain not knowing the cover of your own book?

“Shar’s Teachings of Loss.”

Astarion looks bewildered by your choice of literature and you snort with a roll of your eyes.

“Shadowheart gave it to me and I told her I would give it a try.”

“Why?”

“Because it can help me understand her better,” you say with a shrug, “and maybe I can help her see that there is more to life than darkness and suffering.”

 The silence in the air is thick and unsettling- not in a dangerous way, but as if you opened a Pandora’s box for Astarion.

“Why do you care?” His voice sounds sharp and judgmental, “she would rather slit her own throat than bother to read Selune’s doctrine.”

 You sit and think for a moment- why do you care?

“I guess I realized that Shadowheart fell into Shar’s lap because she was a victim of circumstance,” you say slowly, “and I suppose if I had been in her shoes- I would have fallen into Shar’s Doctrine as well. I was just lucky enough to be found by Selune first.” 

 The silence continues and you try to go back to reading your book, but it’s no use. Your brain is entirely distracted by his presence in your atmosphere.

“Why did you begin worshipping Selune?”

 You hate to admit how giddy you feel that he is asking you questions about yourself. You are so used to being the one to keep conversations going between both of you that you honestly are still surprised when he makes an effort instead. 

“My parents had died in the mine we were being forced to live in by some Ravengers,” your voice is barely a whisper, “they became really sick and then they were just gone.

“I ended up getting sick a few weeks later. I was hallucinating and I was in so much pain. I knew I was dying and I was… I was okay with that. I wanted to be free and with my parents again.

“But then a girl who was only a little older than me began taking care of me and praying to Selune every night that I would live. 

“A week later, when I was on my deathbed, Paladins and Clerics of Selune freed us from the mine and I lived.”

“And you have worshipped Selune ever since?”

“Gods no,” you laugh, “when I turned 22, I left the church and I was very angry. I couldn’t understand why I lived and my parents didn’t. I couldn’t understand why we had ever been put in that mine in the first place when Selune had been capable of saving us. I joined a local thieves and assassins guild in Althkalta for about five years. 

“I was laying in bed one night with the leader of the guild- he had drugged me and… well I remember looking up and seeing the moon. Right as he was about to, uh, enter me?” You chuckle nervously, “he was burned alive by the moon. I had abandoned her, but she never abandoned me. I realized I had become someone I wasn’t.  I left and returned to the church after that. I have been there ever since.” 

“Darling,” Astarion gasps, “you have been holding out on me. I can’t even begin to imagine the amount of luxuries we could have stolen together by now.”

You smile awkwardly, “Oh I am not sure about that- I was quite miserable doing that, unfortunately. I am a bit lame.”

“Well- if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.”

 It’s back to being entirely silent and it remains that way long enough for you to finally finish three pages of the book. 

This is so depressing- the book. No wonder Shadowheart is so guarded and paranoid 80 percent of the time. You would be too if you were brought up to believe this nonsense.

“I can’t see you being a very good thief or assassin,” Astarion says awkwardly, “for what it’s worth.”

 You blink a couple times and look at him for a moment. You begin to laugh like a mad man- his expression is so serious and he certainly isn’t wrong. You were terrible at it and you still aren’t sure how you are going to bring back Nere’s head. 

“You would be correct! I was horrendous! Most of my targets remained alive- some I even warned beforehand because I didn’t feel like the contract was fair.”

 Astarion snorts, “what do you mean fair? I don’t think any part of that work revolves around being ‘fair’.” 

“It most certainly does not,” you sigh, “one time a guy tricked me into thinking he was a good person and then he went on to kill eight people. You could probably imagine how great that felt.”

 Much to your surprise, Astarion continues to ask you about your misadventures- both as a cleric and as a horrible excuse for a rogue. It leads the way for some of his own stories to bleed in- snatching a beautiful necklace from someone for Gold so he can buy the nicer wine one night and other shenanigans like that. 

 You tell him that you are rather terrified to have to decapitate Nere and it isn’t something you really want to do. Astarion offers to do it for you so that you can A. Not embarrass yourself and B. Not have to do something you really do not want to do. You would be remiss if you said it didn’t make your heart beat with joy. It is very white knightish of him and you are still a person who adores a good fairytale at the end of the day.

 At some point you fell asleep, but you barely remember telling Astarion he doesn’t have to go. However, waking up with his arms wrapped around you and his habitual breath fanning across your face is not a bad way to start your day. 

 His body is cool against yours, a welcome change in this excruciatingly warm environment. Your entire tent smells like him and you silently pray that it will remain this way. You honestly aren’t sure how you will feel when you walk into it later today and his cologne is gone. 

 And what if he regrets staying? What if he regrets cuddling with you or he felt like he had to? You really don’t want to regress in your friendship and go back to square one. He has been much kinder and agreeable lately. Astarion has really begun taking his mask off and you aren’t ready to see it go back on. 

“Stop overthinking, Darling” a grumble from near your ear makes you jolt ever so slightly, “your body is so tense I can practically hear your thoughts.” 

“I-sorry.”

 Astarion hums before asking, “unless you are tense because you want me to stop touching you- then you can say something, obviously.”

“That’s not it,” you say much faster than you wanted to, “this is… nice.”

 A pleased hum comes from your companion’s lips and you feel him begin to relax against you again. Your heartbeat eventually calms along with your thoughts and you allow yourself to indulge for however much longer he will allow you to. 

 It’s possible that he does have feelings for you- this is something you have refused to entertain up until now, but Astarion’s love languages would be buying something at full price, decapitating someone, and cuddling you. He doesn’t like to be touched, doing things for others, or paying for something when he can just as easily steal it. 

 He could also be afraid and feel like he needs to be close with someone for safety. That is a feeling you understand all too well with your own history. You suppose that is why you are struggling to believe that this is truly happening in the first place. 

 You know actions speak louder than words and his actions are telling the story of a scared individual who is fighting for his freedom. 

 Maybe Selune has answered his prayers- you can be here for his comfort and as his friend because that is what he needs from this journey. It’s why you met each other. One day you may have to watch him fall in love and you will also find someone else in spite of the pain, but that’s okay. 

  That’s what friends are for.

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Beauty of the Blue

A/N- This is technically my second Buggy fic since i didn’t like the first one very much but i think this perfectly embodies how i think Buggy would act with the reader 🥰 also i want to make it clear that this is for the live action Buggy and not from the anime, so i’m using the little knowledge i have of him and his character 😅 i’m sorry if he also seems a little OOC, this is my first time writing for someone with his personality so i’m doing my best :p i hope i get better in the future and i can’t wait to see more of him in season 2 😍

Summary- While waiting for someone to give you the offer of a lifetime, you’re shocked that a clown in a pirate hat is able to persuade you to join him.

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Reader is described with female features, alcohol

Tag List- None yet!

(tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added)

Word Count- 2.5k

“Alright,” You shouted with a smile, crossing your arms over your chest as you sat back in your chair, “who’s next?”

The bar was packed full of pirates from all over the east blue, just waiting to get the chance to talk to you. Men, women, fish men, all different kinds of sailors from all different backgrounds were just waiting for their turn to convince you to join their crew.

You wouldn’t really consider yourself a pirate, you weren’t sure how you would address yourself. You weren’t feared, but more so admired by all other ships on the sea, pirate and marine alike. You had your bounty, but not for any malicious reasons.

You were very convincing, someone who could get whatever they wanted just with a little wink and a smile. A beautiful woman who was cursed with a body and features that anyone would kill for. You’d been able to convince captains for a little extra of their treasure that had on board their ships just from flirting a little across the bar. You were able to convince shop and restaurant owners to give you their very best, all free of charge of course. You had even managed to distract a sailor long enough to take his ship and all the supplies onboard, just from a simple kiss on the cheek and a giggle.

It was a gift and a curse, and you knew that, but that also meant that you were wanted by every sea captain for miles around. They would come by each and every night, trying to convince you to join their crew and use your beauty to help get them further to becoming king of the pirates, but not one offer had been good enough for you.

Fame, riches, mansions and jewelry and countless other things were offered to you, but none of them were good enough. You wanted someone to give you the offer of a lifetime, someone who could promise you the life you knew you deserved, and it seemed like every day that dream was getting smaller and smaller.

You sighed and grabbed your glass from the table before you, sipping your drink as you glanced around at the other patrons, just waiting for the next person to come up and give it their shot at letting them have you as a part of their crew. Not one person had come up to you, until you heard the heavy boots of someone approaching.

You quickly looked over, drink in hand, just waiting to hear whatever offer they had for you, but their appearance threw you off quite a bit.

He was a larger man, lots of muscle, wearing a striped singlet and his face was painted with makeup you’d only seen in circuses and at carnivals. You flashed him a smile and curiously wondered who he was, or whose crew he was on.

“Hello there. Something to say?” You set your near empty glass back onto the table before you and he nodded his head as a sign of respect to you.

“Miss (y/n), it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He said with a smile, clearly a bit flustered at being in your presence, “My captain has heard many great things about you. He would like to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

“Oh really?” You sipped the last of your drink and sat back into your chair, crossing your legs, “And who might your captain be?”

“Captain Buggy. He’s been quite interested in you for some time.”

“Hm, i don’t recognize the name.” You shrugged, “But i’m sure he’s not too serious about this offer he has for me. He couldn’t even come to me himself.”

“He wanted to make sure you were the real deal, so i was sent in his place. And may i just say, you are much more beautiful than your poster leads on.” He said with a smile and a flustered laugh, you could see the blush on his face just from seeing your smile.

“Awe, aren’t you sweet!” He’s lucky that flattery worked quite well on you, “I’ll tell you what, if he can come to me himself and tell me his little offer, i may consider it.”

He nodded excitedly and quickly left, you giggled watching him wander out of the bar.

A few moments had passed, a handful of other captains and crew members had their own try at offering you a new drink in exchange for a little bit of your attention, but it seemed like none of them were worth your time.

As you looked down into your empty glass, you noticed the bar get quiet, the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor and approaching closer to your seat. You looked up and as soon as you saw him, you knew this had to be the captain of the muscle man. Captain Buggy.

He was a tall, lean man, pale skin with a bit of muscle on his body. He must’ve been at sea for a long while to gain such a figure. Blue hair, big red nose, and he had the clown makeup to match. You’d never seen someone with such a look, many times you’d seen captains with their strange choice of outfit for themselves and their crew but nothing quite like his. And you had to admit, for a clown in a pirates hat, he wasn’t a bad looking guy either.

He slowly approached your table with a smile, the muscle man walking behind him, keeping himself in Buggy’s shadow. He pointed to the chair in front of him, opposite you,

“Is this seat taken?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” You set your empty glass back onto the table.

“So sorry,” He said with a laugh, “where are my manners. Captain Buggy.” He gently reached his hand out for your to shake, “May i say, it’s wonderful to see such a pretty face, your wanted poster doesn’t do you justice.”

“Well aren’t you charming.” You smiled and reached your hand out to his, he took it gently and kissed the back of it, a bit of the red makeup on his lips leaving a little mark.

“I do have my moments.”

You nodded to the chair, letting him sit across from you, the bar went back to it’s normal pace but you could see almost all eyes were on you two.

“Your friend tells me you’d like to make an offer?”

“I would.” He snapped his fingers and within moments the muscle man behind him returned with a bottle of alcohol and another glass, “And i know it’s one that’ll be hard for you to refuse.”

He popped the cork off of the bottle and poured some of the amber liquid into your empty glass before filling his own. Whiskey. And it wasn’t the cheap stuff either.

You gently lifted the glass to your lips and crossed your legs,

“Well then, let’s hear it.”

He smiled and quickly swallowed almost the entire glass, giving himself a bit of liquid courage before reaching for the bottle again and pouring more for himself.

“I’m sure you’ve had more than enough people offer you the same things, day after day. Money, jewelry, fame and riches you could never dream of. But i’m not here to offer you any of those things…”

You took another sip and cocked your head to him, watching the way his lips curled into a smile, the red makeup around his mouth only made it seem bigger.

“So what exactly are you trying to offer me then?”

He looked into his glass, sighing as he watched the dark liquid swirl as he twirled the glass in his hand,

“The life you deserve.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as your gaze stayed on him, looking over his face for any sign of emotion, but all you could see was complete seriousness in his turquoise eyes. They reminded you of the ocean. You were curious as to what he could possibly mean.

“Go on…”

He sat back in his chair, pulling his orange captains hat off and tossing it to the floor next to him,

“You may not know much about me, but i know plenty about you. You’ve managed to steal ships without even having to lift a finger. You’ve had marine and pirate captains alike giving you their berry without a second thought. You’re a beautiful woman with a remarkable talent, a talent i would love to have on my ship.”

He definitely had a way with his words, each one making you eager to hear the next. He seemed so calm, so collected, it may have been the alcohol keeping him like this but you preferred it over the others who were either too drunk or too nervous to get the first sentence out. He had gotten the furthest than anyone else ever had, and you were willing to hear out the rest of this offer he had for you.

“And what would you and your crew do for me in return?” You asked him with a cheeky smile.

“Anything your sweet little heart desires. Someone with your ability shouldn’t be thrown off as another one of my crew, first class treatment. Nothing but the best.”

Your gaze softened, your eyes locked, and all you could see was honesty behind his eyes. And that was quite rare for a pirate, especially a captain.

“So…” You sipped the last of your whiskey and reached the glass out for him to pour you another, “let’s just say i do take this offer. With what you’re telling me, i have almost, if not the same amount of power you would over your crew.”

“You’re exactly right.” He lifted the bottle and poured you another glass, “Beautiful and smart, you’re quite the catch, you know that?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his words. No one had been that confident to so openly be flirtatious, he was the only one who had gotten so far. You admired it. Damn him and his charm.

“So i’ve been told.” You sipped from your glass as he set the bottle back to the table, “So tell me, how big is your ship and your crew? I want to know what i’m getting myself into.”

“Biggest one in the east blue. And my crew is filled with dozens of the best, strongest freaks and fighters you’ve ever seen. We’ve taken over more islands than you can imagine.”

You nodded and thought about just how big his crew might actually be. If the muscle man he sent was just one of them, he must have at least two dozen other men just as big, if not even bigger than him.

“What about food, supplies, clothes, a place to sleep? I’m going to need to have everything, i don’t have much on the little ship i’m using at the moment.”

“Oh, that won’t be an issue. Like i said, anything you want, you’ll get.” His smile never left his lips.

“May i ask…” You looked down into your glass as you spoke, “why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why, are you making such an offer to me? You’re willing to give me anything i ask for, all in exchange for my help to get your ship closer to the one piece?”

“Oh, no.” His response took you back, curious as to why he was offering so much to you for such little in return, “You being able to help us get closer to the one piece is just a perk for us. I just want you.”

You widened your eyes as you stared at his smile.

No one had ever been so willing to give you anything you asked for, not in exchange for your ability, but just for you. All he wanted was to have you with him, to be able to say that he had the most beautiful creature of all seas on his side.

He was quite convincing.

“So if i decided to not help you get what you needed, if i didn’t want to do any of my normal dirty work and get you supplies, boats, and the like, that wouldn’t be a problem for you?”

He shrugged,

“Not at all.” He let out a long exhale before swallowing the last of his drink, you doing the same, “I’ll be honest with you (y/n). You’re a woman that’s been admired across all seas, by every pirate captain i’ve come across and every marine vessel that’s tried to best me, all of them have your wanted poster tacked up on their walls like you’re some kind of tool for them to use to get one step closer to the one piece. Your talent is a gift, i’ll give you that, but i know no one else has ever given you the opportunity to move forward. To let yourself be more than just your beauty. And when i find the one piece and become king of the pirates,” He set his glass onto the table and leaned forward, looking deep into your eyes, “i’d be more than honored to have you be my queen.”

His words left you speechless.

Countless times you’ve had people offer you their life’s savings, their most extravagant ships and their strongest men, you’d even had one man be so bold as to offer you his entire island just to be able to say that you were on their side. This was the first, and only time, someone has ever made you feel like you were more than just a pretty face. You were someone to be respected, loved, and given nothing but the best.

“So what do you say?” He grasped the bottle in his hand and poured you each another glass of the remaining liquid, “Do we have a deal?”

He slid your glass over to you and you stared at it for a moment.

If you agreed, it would mean that every other vessel on the sea would be no match for Buggy and his crew. Especially with you sitting pretty on the sidelines.

“I say…” You grasped your glass and slowly looked up to him, leaning your glass forward for him to click his with it, “we have a deal.”

You smiled with one another as you clinked the rims of your glasses together, each sipping the last of the warm liquid before setting your glasses back to the table. Buggy grabbed the empty bottle and handed it back to the muscle man in the singlet, another full one replacing it in his hand just moments later.

The entire bar was watching you two at your table, barely being able to hear your conversation, but the moment they saw your glasses clink together they knew it was over for them. No more having to wait their turn to get their chance to get your attention, it was finally won over. By a clown in a pirates hat.

“You know,” You said with a giggle as Buggy poured you another glass, “for a clown, you don’t seem very funny, you’re acting all serious. Aren’t clowns supposed to be funny and make people happy?”

He sipped his glass and reached out his empty hand to yours, his soft off white gloves holding it so delicately,

“Trust me, i’ll make you very happy.”

You smiled and could feel a heat rising to your cheeks, hoping that no one would be able to sense it. You wanted him to make you happy.

[thana-topsy]

WIP Wednesday

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Here's an excerpt from the upcoming chapter of Liminal Bridges (hoping to post next week at some point). It's hinting at some big old spoilers, just as a heads up. But fun spoilers for anyone who's kept up with the story so far.

Liminal Bridges - Chapter Fifteen

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“What’s that?” Brelyna asked, pointing across the room. “It looks like there’s light coming from inside that tomb.” 

Talvas squinted through the dimness in the direction she pointed. “Stay here,” he said, then crept over to the sarcophagus out of which the draugr had emerged, taking care to step over the fallen corpses. 

There appeared to be a seam around the inside of the back wall. He cautiously felt around the edge, then gave the wall a firm push. The stone gave beneath the pressure, sliding backwards and sinking sideways into a groove. As the door slowly disappeared into the wall, it revealed a passageway illuminated by torches. He heard Brelyna gasp behind him. 

“Do you think someone has been here recently?” she asked. 

Talvas pressed his lips into a thin line, brow drawn tight. “I don’t know.” He stepped through the doorway and inspected one of the sconces. “These flames look magical. Like the ever-flame in our ancestral tombs. Maybe the Nords used something similar.” 

“Well, which way do we go now?” 

Talvas stared down the tunnel, the flow of the air almost seeming to pull him forward. There was a distant whisper in his mind, chanting in rhythm to his heartbeat, like an ancient drum. Under any other circumstance, he might have found this disturbing, but for whatever reason he felt stirrings of… something else. Divine guidance? It felt ridiculous to put it in those terms, yet he could think of no other way to describe the feeling.  

“Something’s telling me to go this way.” 

He felt Brelyna step up beside him, and he turned to look at her. Her smile was nervous but excited, her cheeks dimpling. Once more Talvas was struck by just how beautiful he found her to be. “Let’s go this way, then,” she said. 

The tunnel was narrower and more organic than any they’d been through yet, as if part of a natural cave system. Talvas led the way. Their footsteps echoed mutedly off the rough walls, the smell of earth and mineral pungent. The strange tug in Talvas’s gut seemed to pull him forward, like a fish on a line, all the while the strange whispers grew louder in his head. 

“Do you hear that?” he finally asked, turning to look at Brelyna.

She stopped short, her expression turning nervous. “Hear what?” 

“It’s like…” Talvas wrinkled his nose. “Chanting.” 

Brelyna stopped, turning her head to one side, then the other. “I don’t… hear anything. Do you think maybe you’re hearing your own heartbeat?” “Maybe,” Talvas agreed, his pulse quickening. He most certainly was not hearing his own heartbeat. It sounded like voices.

[buddiebeginz]

There’s a difference between getting blocked for simply not liking BT, and being blocked for making negative posts about BT, especially when you say things like “anyone who likes BT just wants to see two men kiss.” that’s a hurtful thing to say about someone, and it makes sense that people who do support the ship—especially queer men, who have been vocal about the way fandom has repeated homophobic rhetoric when criticizing BT—don’t want to see that. I’m sorry you’ve been blocked by people, but that’s the real issue here.

I'm assuming you're referencing this post

First of all everyone is entitled to curate the kind of online experience that is best for them. I was not telling anyone they can't block me or anyone else. Personally I'm not someone who likes to block a lot and a do follow people who ship B/T usually they're multi shippers or people who I was following before they started shipping them.

I have blocked a lot of B/T shippers though because a lot of them have been vile towards Buddie, Eddie, and the Buddie fandom and it's not just been on their own blog it's been right in the main 911 tags or even in the Buddie tags. Or sometimes right on my own posts in reblogs and comments. That has been my main issue because if it was just on their blogs most of the time I'd simply unfollow. I'm not telling anyone else to do the same btw that's just how I usually operate.

In my post I wasn't just trying to whine about being blocked, like I said people have the right to have whatever online experience they want, what I was mostly talking about was how upsetting it is that the Buddie fandom as a whole has changed drastically since B/T became a thing. I'm sad that I've lost people I followed for a long time some who were even mutuals now that Buck is dating T*mmy. And yeah you can say it's not just that it's also because they don't like what I'm posting but a lot of these people used to be all about Buddie and I always assumed they would have been ride or die for them no matter what. It's hurt to see to so many of them drop Buddie all together or even if they haven't completely they're defending B/T hardcore now.

As for you talking about how there's a difference between simply not liking B/T and making negative posts about the ship what you're really saying is I'm not allowed to voice my opinions about the show. I see no issue with talking about why I don't like B/T so long as I am not harassing anyone with my opinions and keeping it on my blog away from the people who like that ship.

Not sure if or when I said "anyone who likes B/T just wants to see two men kiss" in the post I'm assuming you're referencing I said "Did so many of you really only care about seeing two men kiss?" It's possible I have said that before though I've ranted a lot on my blog and sometimes I do talk about the fandom as a whole when I'm venting. But I do get that not everyone thinks the same as they collectively might come across. I get that there are different reasons why some people might be drawn to a ship.

I know there are different reasons why people might like B/T but for me that ship has had very little substance (especially compared to Buddie). I do believe everyone should be able to ship who they want. I have plenty of ships I've loved that aren't even canon and had no kisses. At the same time B/T shippers call Buddie shippers delusional for even hoping for Buddie to go canon. So yeah I'm going to get defensive and say you're attacking us for shipping two men who share six years of history, intense chemistry, and are literally raising a son together when comparatively most of the things B/T have shared have only been physical.

I have a huge problem with people trying to equate any criticisms of B/T with homophobia. You can't call any criticisms of a queer ship homophobic just because you disagree and frankly as a queer person myself that really bothers me. I hate when people try to weaponize our sexuality like that.

My problem with the ship is I don't like T*mmy as a person. Like other characters on the show (Taylor, Buck's parents, etc) they haven't done enough to show how he's grown from who he was in s2. More importantly I haven't liked how T*mmy treats Buck. He's been snappy, dismissive, unsupportive, and just doesn't seem to get who Buck is. I'd also argue that we saw T*mmy putting all this effort in when he was spending time with Eddie, literally flying him to other states and we haven't see a single shred of that kind of effort in his relationship with Buck.

Also as for the dinner scene in 7x10 because I've seen a lot of B/T shippers claim it was homophobic to criticize that scene. That people just didn't get that is how queer men talk. I made a post about that here. The issue was not kink the issue was that it wasn't the time and place. And btw if it was a convo Buddie were having I still wouldn't have wanted Eddie to say that within the context of that conversation. You don't talk about daddy kink when your partner is literally talking about how their dad almost died.

Honestly though I don't get why so many B/T shippers seem to be messaging me or even care what I'm doing on my blog. I'm sorry if you've seen my posts and you didn't want to like I said I do my best to keep them out of your tags. But I'm also not going to just stop sharing my thoughts on the show. The main reason I even do is so that other Buddie shippers feel supported and know they're not alone in feeling frustrated with the show and the state of fandom right now. If that means I get blocked by people who once claimed to love Buddie well then so be it.

[kay-elle-cee]

Last day?!? Oh how time flies! Please don’t mind me being late to this, but it’s better late than never, right?

First I wanted to say, Congratulations on this milestone that you received. It just shows how many hearts you’ve touched across the world with your writing and personality! I’m always happy to read your stories, and of course the angsty ones are my absolute favorite, your writing is very addicting. I hope you know that I appreciate all the effort you put into your stories, and behind the scenes takes on the characters. 

It never ceases to amaze me, with the amount of talent and passion you have when you write your stories. Each story you write is special in its own way, and I’ve already told you which are my favorites, and as always IBFIBG will have a special place in my heart, no matter what. If one day you decide to step away from writing for any reason at all, I hope you know the impact that you have not only on myself but also on each and everyone of your followers/subscribers.

 I hope you continue doing what you love to do. You have probably received many congratulations and hopefully receive many more, I just wanted to share how much I appreciate you not only as an author but as a person as well. I feel as though people seem to forget that behind every name there is a person, and your name will always be special and one that I look forward to seeing each time I go on Tumblr or A03. Your writing is truly captivating and I hope you know that even if you are unhappy with your stories for whatever reason, someone out there is falling in love with the stories you chose to share. 

Now for the asks, both game/TSwift

 Getting to know your fic writer:

#61) Why do you continue writing fics? 

#24) Worst writing advice anyone has given you? 

TSwift Song lyric game:

#31) This is me swallowing my pride (Only if you want to of course, no pressure)

Hopefully you’ve been getting enough rest. If not, feel free to hold off on responding to this until you get some much needed r&r. I’m happy to have read one of your Jilymicro fics while I was scrolling through Tumblr. I hope you never doubt your abilities when it comes to writing, because there are a lot of people who care for you, and love seeing you on their dash, including me of course. I wanted to send this before I head off to work, again congrats, you deserve all the recognition that you deserve and then some.

Nena I'm gonna cry over here, you are so lovely and I hope you know how much I enjoy seeing YOU on my tumblr/discord/ao3. <3333

For someone who's written over 200k words this year, I fear I can't find the right ones to fully respond to all your kindness except thank you, I appreciate you, and thank you again <333333. I'm so happy (and baffled) that people continue to read my little scenarios and feel affected by them. I know I've said I've been a little burnt out lately, but I don't plan on stepping away (in a permanent capacity) any time soon. Just need a little R&R (if I could actually make myself stop and rest, that would be GREAT lol).

I know I've already tagged you in your prompt (here on ao3), so now for your questions!

#61) Why do you continue writing fics?  I enjoy it, and I keep. getting. ideas. 😅 I remember when I was finishing up restless waves rise and fall I was like "oh man I only have like 4 other ideas....what happens if I run out?" and let's just say that is 1000% not a problem anymore. Now my problem is "how can I get through all these ideas before something in RL demands my undivided focus?" which might account for why I've been SO active this year.

I talk about how I work in a creative field, and that's true, but I don't get to create from scratch, and fic scratches that itch. And it's totally at my whim! No client briefs to meet, no writing to rigidly fit what other people expect, just....whatever the fuck I want.

#24) Worst writing advice anyone has given you?  "Write what you know." I think that's fine advice to get your feet wet, but if we all did that, I think ao3 would be boring as hell 😅. That's not to say if it works for you, don't do it—if writing what you know is what works, great! But for me, I had to break out of that mindset to really start writing some of my favorite things.

Thank you again, Nena! I appreciate you so much! <3

[parkminijiminie]

Of course she won't post weird stuff cause she didn't back then so she won't now either since jk followed her. Honestly idec if she posts tk art like what it's gonna do? If it's an actual picture of them together like jm posted today or any which is actual picture's art he'll like it. If it's weird art then he'll either unfollow or he won't as simple as that. It's not like he has not seen tens of tk art on tiktok cause belive he has cause the app is run by them in BTS fandom. Tae also sees many fan arts so I'm 1000% sure he has seen tk art, por* art too. Nj knows what goes on in here. Tkkrs has tagged the guy from wooga who's name is something peekboy and the guy has also seen their tk art or idk if it was por* art but yeah i have seen ss of them tagging him and him seeing the stories. Now i don't specifically remember if it was just one story or multiple but yes he had also seen it.

He followed her himself cause if liked her content if he likes her content in the future too then he'll keep following if not then he'll unfollow idk why qrts going save jk.

Atp I'm honestly tired so I'll not hope for anything and like "oh he should not come across this that" they're grown man who knows what shit goes on here so it's nothing they have not seen. I'm currently at a point where i won't care if he comes across all that gross stuff like okay. oh how once when i saw jk watching"BTS teasing jm" video and went like "jk stop right there don't go ahead" cause i was worried he might come across something shippy and my heart was beating fast and today here I'm who's not gonna care about what they see nor gonna defend anyone from anything cause yes we stan musician and we should enjoy the music and leave. Actually had stopped using twitter since june so it's not like I'm defending anyone against anyone but yeah honestly over it.

Of course, the members are aware of everything and have probably seen much more than we could imagine, whether they like what they see or not. Following her publicly is a great endorsement for her as an artist. I hope she doesn't betray his "trust" and use the opportunity to shove inappropriate content in his face. JK is a grown man, yes, so he can make his own choices, but we all know that if she suddenly starts posting explicit Taekook art and if, for whatever reason, he doesnt unfollow her immediately, it would be a whole shitshow that we still somehow reflect on JM. Even if the reason is as trivial as him being inactive at the time or simply not seeing it.

[bye-bye-firefly]

I’m really glad that ao3 doesn’t have an actual pro-ai policy at the moment! I’m planning on doing some research on what Unseeliekey brought up just to at least understand what he’s talking about. I was honestly really confused and freaked out reading what he was saying. But yeah, I’m sad too. You’ve got the right to remain right here with me and it’s a little more fun when I’m with you are two of the fics that made me not only get pretty into Saiou but also made me more attached to DR and into reading fanfiction in general. And it’s just like really upsetting to see something that had that much of an effect on me be gone and know that not everyone who is in the fandom or will get into the fandom will be able to see that.

I also really hope that there’s some sort of way to glaze works too. Making stuff inaccessible to guests is always sad. When I first started reading fanfiction I was a guest and like a lot of people don’t use accounts for various reasons and it’s just sad to think about account locked stuff. And it would be so nice if the ais would just Not. Like why can’t they???? Why???

Anyway, right now I don’t think there’s any full proof, everyone will be able to be happy way to prevent the ai scraping but I’m sure you’ll figure something out that’ll be alright for at least what can be done at the moment. Your works are very cool. I really, really love them. They bring me lots of joy. Thank you for all the joy. It’s super awesome.

okay this is a REALLY long answer because i went on a whole rant so im going to cut this for people who are just scrolling normally. but also im totally going to put this into my pinned tag

a lot of what was said was like. Half true. my counterpoint to him saying that ao3 supports cp or rape or sexual assault is that no matter where you go on the internet, you will find shit like that. EVERYWHERE. ao3 doesnt support it i really seriously doubt that anyone outside of those spaces supports shit like that but ao3 is an ARCHIVE. and when you put things in the archive, you are allowed to submit whatever the fuck you want. setting rules on what could be put into the archive automatically means that other fics, which explore the topic in a critical, non-fetishistic way, are ALSO up to scrutiny. fics that explore the psyche of trauma victims? they might not be allowed. regular degular fetish content, no minors involved? completely up to scrutiny. im really not a fan of censorship OR some of the shit on the internet, but i can only control ONE THING and thats what i allow myself to see. i really dont like people saying that ao3 deserves to be taken down because of that because then that would mean twitter deserves to go down, social media as a whole deserves to go down, and just generally i dont trust people who push the "think of the CHILDREN" argument. you see republicans push that when theyre trying to ban trans or gay people out of existence so INSTANTLY alarm bells start going off in my head, not to imply that i think every single person who pushes that argument in this context is republican or right-wing. just bothers me and looks like a red flag

and to instantly get it out of the way im not involved in the fucking proship/anti discourse that whole distinction feels like destruction of critical thinking antis are often puritanicals and would kill me if they saw what i write in nameless and gasp at published books that delve into topics they think are off limits and many of the proshippers ive come across are weirdos who think that its totally normal to write romance between minors and adults in a positive light like its NORMAL and that we shouldnt think less of people who do that but fyi i am totally thinking less of people who do that and im totally thinking less of people who hate me for writing my unhealthy/toxic/abusive/codependent relationships that dont even fetishise those kinds of relationships like GET OVER IT!!!! BE NORMAL!!! GO OUTSIDE LICK A DOORKNOB KISS A GIRL DO SOMETHING!!!!!

if there is ever any advice i can give to people its to form your own opinions and dont try to put a strict solid label on your opinion because sometimes you will betray your label and youll think to yourself "am i even really that thing......." people are complex and hold many different opinions that sometimes contradict one another and thats fine. logic your shit out dont fall for charming little labels that pin you strictly on one side of an argument it makes you less likely to actually reach a point where you have a strong opinion that makes sense AND can compromise and thus bring someone more onto your side. forever

ANYWAY YEAH! i settled on making it so my osomatsu san fics go account only on the 20th and then also some of my older danganronpa single chapters go account only with them, but the multichapters im currently working on will go account only when theyre finished, with exceptions for when theres rumours going around of a scrape. makes me so oo oodofooafgofjgj mad GRRAAGGHGHGGHG

but thank you i am glad to bring joy to people's lives. readers and comments bring me a ton of joy and im glad that i can give that back to everyone ^_^ i seriously cannot thank readers and commenters enough like i never feel like i get it across well enough how grateful i am for everyone who reads my stories and gives me kudos and the people who comment like. it brings me so much joy that i cannot properly verbalise EVER

[cherryblossomshadow]

#it often feels like parts of the gnc queer community will be like “you're not doing GNC right” #and I'm like “Other people put me here” (tags courtesy of @myfootyrthroat)

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If gender is a performance, it is possible and not like, immoral to just be unskilled or bad at performing your gender (quote from above)

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Some of them will also be 100% straight too. The same applies, and yes, this is a good thing. Gender roles strangle us all, and hanging so much on what is just stereotypes is not helpful and is directly harmful to all of us. (comment courtesy of @stealth-liberal)

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Queer the cis/trans binary (comment courtesy of @zexreborn)

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a lot of ppl don't seem to get that trans/queer acceptance means not being special. it means not being able to clock someone cuz like, yeah they've got blue hair and pronouns, but they might just be some chill cis dude. it means the erasure of identifiers as distinctly identifying. and thats a good thing, get with it (comment courtesy of @tornad001)

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I can never really articulate why I hate it when people suggest "well maybe you're nonbinary" but this gets at some of it

something something, a narrowing of the accepted ways of being a man/woman, and then you get forced into some stupid third non-category instead (comment courtesy of @brighterflowers)

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Thank you for saying this.

The only person who can say if you are trans is you. This means the only person who can tell another person if they’re trans is them! Even if you feel you lack an obstacle to seeing things that they have, there is no situation in which you are the right one to make this call.

Additionally: supporting questioning properly means you celebrate someone completely regardless of their identity. If they land on trans, they’re unique and wonderful in their transness - and if they land on cis, they’re STILL unique and wonderful in their cisness! Their gender is still something to celebrate and love, and it’s still unique to them! We cannot perform the work of liberation without the goal being to love people for exactly who they are, not who anyone else hopes they will be - including us. (comment courtesy of @neophyte-no1)

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if a cis dude wants boobs and to still be a cis dude that is 100% his right.

If a cis girl wants a dick and to still be a cis girl that’s 100% her right.

If a cis dude doesn’t want a dick and to still be a cis dude that’s 100% his right.

If a cis girl wants no boobs at all and to still be a cis girl that’s 100% her right.

And so on, and so forth, across any and all things. Yes, even that one.

Total gender anarchy for all. (comment courtesy of @swiftrunnerfelidae)

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literally feel like trans ppl loop all the way around to enforcing hegemonic gender roles sometimes #saying that a masculine woman is secretly a trans guy isnt progressive its literally age old misogyny #let people tell you when they are ready if theyre trans but making blanket statements about gnc people being eggs is icky like #wow how progressive you think a cis man who likes the color pink or has long hair or is quiet isnt actually a man #this literally drives me insane (tags courtesy of @ked-r)

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actually stop calling people eggs #you can do it after they've come out #but until then you dont know if they're actually trans #and you're potentially just doing more harm by pushing them into an identity they dont identity with (tags courtesy of @tumblersleftboob)

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Fully agree, I've met multiple cis lesbians who want mastectomy/top surgery for personal reasons. But go further, what if a confidently cisgender man preferred the idea of himself with a vulva/vagina for whatever personal reason, just didn't feel connected to his penis…. I genuinely can't think of a reason he shouldn't be allowed to make the informed choice to have a vaginoplasty, or the inverse with a cisgender woman and phalloplasty.

We were all born with a body, it is yours, whether it's tattoos or body mods, or genital harmonisation surgeries, you should be able to do what you like with it. (comment courtesy of @garden-of-varda)

Frankly an ideal world is one where the dividing boundaries between trans and cis ceased to exist. Everyone is free to mod their bodies and their personal gender expression however they like, and no one questions it if someone chooses to be something other than what they were born as. You're you, however you choose to express that. (comment courtesy of @yay855)

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This is exactly why Finnster ISN'T transphobic, he's a cis straight man who fucks gender conformity hard and he is our FRIEND. He has never once "cosplayed being trans" and he says straight on hes cis het. (comment courtesy of @steviemamaoftheupsidedown-blog)

If your goal is to normalize gender-nonconformity you’re gonna have to accept that some people will fuck with gender as hard as they can while still being unequivocally, 100% cis and that is okay. There’s no egg to crack or callout to write. This is a good thing actually.

[thomine]

the 10 year bet

thoma / reader, 1.9k words

after 10 years since he left his hometown, thoma reaches out to you. he's coming home.

general audiences, canon universe, not proofread.

note: read on ao3, work tag :: homesick (day 1 of angstpril)

The wind sings only in Mondstadt, and as Thoma steps through the large stone entrance, the wind faintly greets him with a lullaby from 10 years ago. It was a song you hummed when you rested your head on his shoulder after a long day of fun. It is a tune he sings to himself when he feels lonely in a foreign land. It is what he remembers of home.

Citizens of the nation of freedom walk slowly, as if basking in the sun instead of focusing on getting from point A to point B. Thoma never had an issue with their leisure pace 10 years ago. However, as he sets his eyes on the silhouette of the fountain in the middle of the square, legs stretching across uneven cobbled pathways, eyes hunting for gaps to weave through human traffic, annoyance nibbles his thoughts. He’s careful not to step on anyone’s toes or disrupt their route, and the constant calculation makes him restless.

He downs his irk with reason. This is the day he had been yearning for years. Every cold, electrifying kiss from the gales of Inazuma was like a punch in the gut—a reminder his skin was nurtured in gentler atmospheres. The night before, he could hardly sleep, muscles contracted with anticipation.

But today is not just the day he goes home. As he leans against the fountain, he is unsure if he’ll recognise you when you arrive. Many things can change in 10 years.

You were his best friend. 

You were his close confidant. 

You were the last to know of his departure as he left when you went on vacation. 

You would have talked him out of going after his father with all he had—a small wooden rented boat and crates of dandelion wine. Maybe you would have helped him raise funds for a proper journey, or you might have argued with him to stay behind. Truth to be told, as much as he knew you, he could never predict your reactions when it came to him. Once, you ordered his usual instead of yours at Hunter’s Share. Another, you flared when he suggested you take an opportunity in another nation. 

He thought he would never find you again, especially when his letter to your old address returned with the name of someone else. Thankfully, the old lady who stayed at your past residence knew your new address, and to Thoma’s relief, you replied.

You will be free to meet him at the fountain on the first day he visits Mondstadt. You cannot guarantee the time you’ll arrive, but you’ll be there.

Thoma waits. 

The sound of water splashing behind him is off. It’s as if the concentration of the water changed, making it louder, harsher to his ears—which is strange as he’s heard rougher sounds from larger waterfalls. The marble ledge he’s leaning on isn’t quite as smooth as he remembered either.

Thankfully, his thoughts are distracted by a shadow. He looks up.

You are here.

“Kept you waiting, didn’t I?” 

Thoma tries his best to control the elation running across his features.

“It wasn’t that long,” he replies, although he’s glad you appeared as soon as you did. He didn’t want to admit it, but he felt like he was playing monkey in the middle while observing everyone that walked by, forced to catch whatever they were throwing to each other with shared understanding. “It’s good to see you again. I brought you a gift from Inazuma, and I hope you like it.”

“A gift? It’s not my birthday.”

Before he can fish out the charm from his pocket, your serious tone feels like a slap on his hand. Was a reunion not a reason to give gifts?

“I’m just playing with you.” You broaden your smile. Maybe it’s 10 years in the works, but Thoma is uncertain if you’re lying or not. Still, he hands you the charm which you accept without complaint. It’s stuffed into your pocket before you even lay your eyes on it. “I’ve heard so many things about Inazuma, like how they have flowers that glow in the dark and foxes that roam freely. You wrote in your letter that you lived near a magical forest, right? How magical is it?”

“In the forest dwells small creatures called bake-danuki who are a type of tanuki. They’re dark brown with short snouts. Big eyes and round ears on the top of its head. Sometimes you’ll be chasing one and it’ll disappear only for you to realize they’ve turned into an object. I think you’ll like them.”

“They do sound interesting.”

It didn’t cross his mind that your interests were like his. Perhaps you would have spared the lucky charm some attention if it was shaped after a bake-danuki. But he digresses.

“Inazuma is a beautiful nation, and their history is rich with stories of mythical beasts, like the youkai. You’re right that you’ll see foxes sometimes, but you shouldn’t pet them. They’re still wild animals.”

You listen, slow nodding periodically.

“But enough about me. You wrote in your letter you’re doing fine.” Thoma says.

You shrug, then enter deep thought for a second.

“Where do you stay in Inazuma?” you ask. Thoma almost laughs. With how your face scrunched and twisted with contemplation, he believed you would ask a question he can’t answer.

“I currently reside at the Kamisato Estate. They’re a clan that forms the Yashiro Commission, one of the three ruling commissions in Inazuma. Would you like to visit—”

“Wow, you made your way up in a foreign land. That’s good to hear.” Teasingly—as you did years ago—you slap his shoulder, except the strength you gained also reminds Thoma things are not the same. “But of course you’ll be fine. You’re Thoma.”

“Um,” he starts, unsure how to react. This is bad. You’re angry. Fortunately—or unfortunately—he knows why. A good meal might set the mood to talk about what happened 10 years ago. “It’s been a while since I tried Mondstadt cuisine. Should we eat something at Good Hunter?”

You tilt your head in consideration. “I am peckish.” Yet you don’t move until Thoma does, which gives him the luxury of choosing a table nested far from the public. 

“Are you going to order the usual?” you ask. “If you are then I can just order our dishes from Sara now.”

Thoma nods, using the moment alone to prepare himself. He’s been through worse in Inazuma trying to gain the trust and respect of the locals. He can do this…

You sit down opposite him, face blank.

He takes a deep breath. He calls your name to grab your attention, and when he meets your eyes, he opens his mouth.

“About what happened 10 years ago… you’re mad, aren’t you?” When your expression stiffens, he hangs his head low like a prisoner waiting for the next whip. “I’m sorry. If you have any questions, I will answer honestly.”

He picked a table far from the public eye for privacy since he will be addressing a touchy subject. It is a calmer atmosphere, far from the bustle of the city, but its quietness makes the click of your tongue reverberate in his ears.

“You’re making this difficult…” you mumble. “You know you had every right to leave the nation,” you start, eyes tracing the patterns of the table as a hand of yours tightens your collar in distress. “I’m not mad at you for that. I can’t be.”

A dreadful second of silence joins the conversation.

“How… did you hear of my departure?”

“You’re only asking this now?” You lift yourself off your seat and grit your teeth. Thoma raises both his hands as protection. The other time he has seen you this mad was when he wanted you to take up a scholarship in Sumeru. You were adamant on staying in Mondstadt and didn’t talk to him for a few days before apologising and announcing your decision was final.

You close your eyes and after a second of gaining composure, you sit back down. “I learned you were gone when I knocked on your door the day after I returned. No one replied. Your neighbours said you left with wine. It was only when I investigated in Dorman Port, I learnt you left on a boat to Inazuma.”

“I couldn’t tell anyone. I’m sorry.”

Word travels fast in Mondstadt. People loosen their lips when they drink, and that’s what most citizens do at night to unwind. A single whisper can be milled into a believable legend.

Thoma clasps his hands together under the table. The wind seems to respond to his silent plea with a breeze to cool his warming body.

“What would you have done if I told you my plan?” He continues.

“Does that matter now?”

He expected your words to burst him apart, but it’s you that deflates, a hand supporting your face as if you lost your backbone.

“If I were you, I would do the same. I’ll go after my father too… but I thought… I thought I was enough for you.” You’re lost and tired. For a second, you remind him of when he found himself stranded on Inazuma’s beach. In a whisper, you confess. “I loved you, that’s why it hurts. I thought you felt the same.”

Thoma swallows, and it feels like vinegar sliding down his throat. His memories of the day he left his city is a living nightmare. Somewhere deep down he knew how dangerous his journey was. He felt it in the way the winds sang loudly in his ears, a warning he might not make it back alive. He knew of your feelings, didn’t he? That’s why he didn’t want you to know he’ll embark on such a dangerous journey. He couldn’t face the hurt his actions will cause you, and he made a bet with himself that he could 10 years later.

“But I am angry at something I can be angry with.” The tears that glisten in your eyes shine like a blade as you look him down with furrowed brows. “You could have written to me, said something throughout all those years, yet you kept me up all night, worrying for no reason.”

The food arrives, and you’re quick to duck your head as you fake an excuse to touch your eyes in front of Sara. She probably heard the whole thing, hence why she’s forcing a smile and her “your meal is here!” comes out strained. As swiftly as she arrived, she sprints back to the counter. You ordered your regular meal this time.

He tries to say your name but it doesn’t come out right. It’s on his second attempt that it’s clear enough for you to abide his wishes and look at him again.

“I’m sorry,” he says, using his entire chest to turn his guilt into sincerity. It seems like he lost his own game.

You take a bite of your meal. 

“Anyways,” and as you take another bite, you seem to be back to the self that greeted him at the waterfall. Distant and dull. Untouchable and unreachable. “Don’t expect much from this meeting. I only wrote back so I could give you a tour of home. Once we’re done…”

Home.

Thoma takes a bite of his meal. He can’t remember if it’s supposed to taste like that.

Home.

Home.

The word rings like an alarm.

Home.

Home.

Home.

He stares at the sky. It’s a bright, dazzling blue. A blue so blinding he must look down. Was the sky ever so hostile? Was it ever so deep in colour?

Home.

Home.

Home.

Home.

Home is where his heart belongs, and his home was 10 years ago.

author’s note: this was supposed to be dropped on 1st april as an april fool's joke like "haha i'm starting a new series even though i haven't finished the other two or my wips!" and then i'll publish day 2 of angstpril because the joke is that i actually do plan to write every day again. anyways. i'm looking forward to this! i got busy and then proceeded to lazy around so this is delayed, but i hope to catch up soon.

as per the title of the series… you can expect there to be angst for sure. i'll collate all works + touch up on anything once i'm done with the series.

[emmanuelouise]

Social Media Survival 101: How to Not Become A Victim of Doxing | Written By: Louise Baylon

In light of our discussion regarding online social networks (or OSN as I'll be referring to moving forward), I've decided to dabble into my own experiences and share some of my knowledge as a seasoned social media veteran - so to say. So far in this journey of mine to educate myself on how to handle my personal information online, I have been reflecting on new concepts presented by our instructor. I figured it might be a good change of pace if I am to reflect and share my own experiences this time!

OSNs are not easy to traverse, despite their simple interfaces and welcoming atmosphere - they are some of the most notorious places you can be on the internet. I should know, I have been through quite a number of social platforms and I have seen the ugly side of every single one. You have to keep in mind, OSNs isn't only a space where you can share your own content but it is also everyone else's and that can come with its own repercussions. Have you ever heard of the term 'doxing'? I trust that if you have been on the internet for as long as I have, if not longer, then you may have come across this term thrown around here and there. To those who are unfamiliar, the act of 'doxing someone' is to maliciously post someone's personal information out to the public without their consent or knowledge. Essentially, it is outwardly leaking someone's information to the public's eye. Now I myself have not been a victim of doxing (thankfully), but I have been a witness to it and I would like to share my few cents on the topic hoping that it may be helpful to anyone reading this. Albeit unofficial, I'd like to categorize doxing into two classifications - direct and indirect.

Direct Doxing It is what I call the textbook definition of doxing; someone leaking a person's private information to the public for whatever reason they might harbor. This type of doxing is usually performed by cybercriminals or by moderators who are tasked to snuff out cybercriminals.

One of the most common sightings for direct doxing are on online forums and chatrooms such as Twitter (also known as X) and Discord. When discussions get heated and turn into full blown arguments, it's not uncommon for someone to dox the other person out of spite. Putting ethics aside, the public rarely speaks up when it comes to doxing as it is usually done to individuals the majority agrees is problematic and who is spouting problematic nonsense to the platform. Some may see this as a form of online justice. Certain people believe that if you are bold enough to be spitting problematic content (or at least content that isn't inherently bad but they still disagree with) then you should be held accountable; it has always been a law of the land on social platforms. At first glance that belief seems to be justified, but always keep in mind that the internet is a land of unpredictable morals. If the real world is filled with garbage individuals, the internet is filled with the same garbage individuals who are given confidence to be more toxic by hiding behind usernames and anonymous identities. Even if you had done nothing wrong nor post problematic content, there will always be individuals who will dislike or disagree with your content and that is more than enough reason for them to attempt doxing you!

Indirect Doxing It is when information that should be private is shared to the public (unknowingly so) and the usual culprit - is you! It may vary from you posting a picture while on vacation with the location tagged to as simple as you liking a post.

This type of doxing is lethal as it is done unknowingly and extremely hard to avoid. OSNs pride themselves as platforms that allow people to connect with each other by sharing - keyword being share. In these platforms, you are encouraged to share more of your personal life and interests in order to connect with others who you may know personally, share the same interests, or both. And it is with this very feature that you may fall victim of doxing. There is this content creator from Tiktok (and I cannot for the life of me remember their username) who does content by finding the real names of his viewers. What happens is that someone will comment on his video saying "I bet you can't find me," and in a matter of minutes he can snuff out that person's government name. Depending on the amount of information available, he does a number of ways to snuff out the name. He opens the commentator's Tiktok account and looks for links to other social media platforms like Facebook and Instagram. From there he can look for full names which are usually found on bios or images. Sometimes when material is scarce, he checks the person's mutual friends to see if they've mentioned the name on their boards or tagged posts. He can even track unrelated accounts that contain the full name through liked posts, tagged locations, and check-ins. The point here is that by sharing, as OSNs encourage us, we are giving more and more material for strangers to find specific information about us. The Tiktoker I mentioned had no malicious intent yet he was able to find people's government names in minutes, what more if it were actual cybercriminals looking for your government name and location?

So how can you avoid falling victim to doxing? Here are five general rules of thumb you must keep in mind.

Rule 1 : Never Overshare When posting something, you should consider the potential consequences it can bring. Ask yourself "can this be used to dox me?" and proceed from there. If you really want to post something, limit personal details to the barebones minimum of what is necessary.

Rule 2 : Practice Exclusivity Not everyone needs to see that you are on vacation at this specific resort or you are going out of the country. Manage who can see your posts and can visit your account - better yet set your account private! If you want to flex being able to travel to other countries or have vacations on fancy places, then flex only to those you know - strangers don't need to be informed about that.

Rule 3 : Turn Off the Tracker Make sure you disable location services and untag locations from your posts. It's more than enough that you're posting about it, no need to tell people where you're precisely located.

Rule 4 : Choose Your Friends Wisely When adding someone as a friend who can view your posts, make sure that they are trustworthy or at the very least you've spent time with them long enough to know they are safe to view your content.

Rule 5 : Clean As You Go If you are done with a certain account of yours, don't just leave it idling - never to be used again. Clear out all information when moving to a new account or better yet deactivate or delete it if possible.

I know there are more out there, but these are just five rules that I live by as someone who has been on the internet long enough to witness the dangers of doxing. I know it will be a huge adjustment if you're not the type to practice these rules, but it does a whole lot in the long run. I've been able to explore OSNs for around a decade unscathed from doxing and hopefully this article will help you do the same as well.

Discussion Dates: 03/05/24 - 03/07/24 Images sourced from Microsoft Bing Image Creator.

[fan-fantasies]

Stolen Goods

A/N: dedicated to breezy for being my best friend and putting up with my bullshit since we were 5 years old ❤️ I’m absolutely in love with this piece and I hope you guys love it to! Part two is already written so just let me know when you guys want it 😏

Pairing: Eddie x reader

Warnings: 80s version of nudes, fingering, swearing, tension out the ass

Summary: You take a liking to your friend’s weird friend. Even more so you take a liking to teasing him.

Part two

“Please come! All you have to do is sit there!” Your best friend pleaded with you.

“I highly doubt that,” you scoffed.

(y/n), pleaseeeeee. I’ll owe you big time,” Bri said.

“Ugh, fine. But you do owe me!”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She screamed as she pulled you into a hug.

You had just agreed to sit in as a sub at her DnD club meeting or campaign, whatever she called it.

You would consider yourself a nerd, just not the type to play that game. You could often be found in the library studying or in a comic book store, which is initially how you became friends with Bri.

She had tried to convert you into her satanic club, just kidding of course, but the game confused you and you had no patience to learn.

She really enjoyed being in the Hellfire Club and you were glad it made her happy. She talked so highly of the guys in it and even said you’d probably take a liking to the leader, Eddie. You’d seen him around school, and heard him of course, but you never understood why she thought you’d like him. You didn’t have a problem with him like everyone else seemed to but you also didn’t understand why he thought so highly of himself either. Maybe that was it- his “better than the bullshit” attitude.

You didn’t think anyone was better than anyone else or above the bullshit. It was high school- it was all bullshit.

The day went by rather quickly and you soon found yourself standing outside the theater room with Bri.

“You ready?” She asked. You thought for a moment before turning on your heel and walking away. But Bri was quick and grabbed your arm, dragging you into the room.

“Hey Bri. Who’s your weird friend?” Eddie asked.

“I’m the weird friend? That’s rich coming from you,” you scoffed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“Use your big-boy brain and figure it out,” you replied. Bri just shook her head and sighed.

“I don’t know why I thought this would be a good idea,” she mumbled to herself. The rest of the guys were just staring between you and Eddie, scared to say anything.

“Sit down. You’re a level one princess,” Eddie smirked.

“And you’re a five star douche. What’s that have to do with anything?” You shot back.

You could tell Eddie was getting frustrated which made you happy. He had no reason to judge you right off the bat so you decided to piss him off as much as possible.

“Please, for the love of gods, just sit down!” Bri whispered to you.

“I’m so glad I tagged along. I’m already having so much fun,” you told her. She just groaned and sat you down in a chair behind her. You smirked at Eddie who was giving you a death stare.

You mostly just watched the game, having to roll the dice a few times. You still didn’t understand it but you could see the appeal. The biggest thing that caught you by surprise was just how passionate Eddie was about the game, and just how attractive you found him as the dungeon master. You’d never admit that to anyone, of course, but now you could see why Bri thought you might like him.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Dustin screamed.

“Language, young man,” you scolded jokingly.

“(Y/N), you’re our last hope. You have to roll a nat 20 or else we lose,” Mike told you.

“That should be easy. Just have to roll for one singular number. On a twenty sided die!” You yelled. Eddie chuckled from across the board.

“I look forward to your defeat, m’lady,” he said.

“I look forward to you shutting the fuck up,” you mumbled.

“Language!” Dustin yelled.

“Bite me.”

“Gladly,” he purred. You just laughed and told him to blow on the die. Everyone watched with intensity as you threw the die down the table.

“Yes!!! We won!!” They all screamed. They hugged you happily as Eddie finished out his dramatic scene.

“Not too shabby for a level one,” he said, coming over afterward. “Maybe you should bring your weird friend more often, Bri.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Munson?” You asked sarcastically. He leaned on the table and dipped his head closer to yours.

“Yeah, I just might.”

His warm breath against your skin made goosebumps break out all over your body. You couldn’t hide the shiver that ran through you.

“Do you wanna head out?” Bri asked. You just nodded as Eddie looked at you wish a wolfish grin.

•the next day•

“Hey, princess,” Eddie said, slinging an arm around you in the lunch line. “Come join us.”

“No thanks. I eat in the library,” you said.

“Nope, not today. Today you feast with Hellfire,” he said dramatically.

He pulled you over to the table and Bri looked confused. You went to sit next to her but Eddie stopped you.

“Nope, you sit beside the smartest, toughest, and coolest master-“

“Masturbator, got it,” you said, sitting next to his seat. Dustin spewed milk from his nose and Jeff choked on a piece of chicken. Bri just laid her head onto her hands and sighed.

“Fucking kill me now.”

Eddie scowled at you but still took his rightful seat at the head of the table. You fell into easy conversation with the group and you actually found yourself enjoying it. Eddie waited until you had a mouthful of soda to lean over and whisper in your ear, quiet enough so only you would hear.

“So you think about me masturbating?”

You spit your drink out all over the table and down your shirt.

“Fuck!”

“You okay?” Bri asked. You dabbed are the stain setting into your top and tried to clean the table in front of you.

“I’m fine,” you grumbled. “Eddie, may I have a word outside?”

“Anything for you, m’lady,” he said with a smirk.

You drug him from the cafeteria to an empty classroom down the hall. You pushed him inside and closed the door, shutting the blind of the window.

“I didn’t take you as a girl who spit,” he laughed. You turned around and glared at him.

“Take your shirt off.”

“Excuse me?”

“Are we doing this or what? Take your shirt off,” you said, pulling at the hem of your own top, lifting it enough to show him some skin.

“Oh shit. Fuck. Um, yeah, we can do this. Shit.” He fumbled to get his jacket off but he did and then off came his hellfire shirt. His torso was littered with tattoos and you took a second to admire him.

“Even better than I imagined,” you said.

“Your turn, baby,” he said, taking a step toward you. You matched his own step forward, and just when he closed his eyes to lean in and kiss you, you snatched his shirt from him and ran to the door.

“Guys are so fucking dumb,” you laughed. His eyes shot open and he was too stunned to move.

“Seriously? Give it back!” He said.

“Absolutely not. Did you think I was wearing this mess for the rest of the day? Fat chance,” you smirked. “Oh and Eddie? I definitely don’t spit.”

And with that, you walked out the door and to the bathroom, leaving a very horny and angry Eddie behind.

Eddie threw on his jacket and zipped up the front. He trudged from the room and back to the cafeteria.

“Gareth, do you still have that extra shirt I gave you a while ago?” He asked.

“Yeah it should still be in my locker…why?”

“I need it,” Eddie mumbled.

“Sure, no problem, man.”

“Do I even wanna know?” Bri sighed.

“I’m gonna show that little princess who’s boss,” he growled.

Bri met you outside after classes got out.

“Is that Eddie’s shirt? (Y/N), what’s going on?” She asked.

“He made me spit my soda all over my shirt so he gave me his,” you shrugged.

“He gave it to you?”

“I may have taken it… it’s a long story!”

“You guys are gonna be the death of me. And probably each other,” she sighed, hopping in your car.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” you chuckled.

The next morning, Eddie was waiting by his van for you to pull in. As soon as you parked, he was opening up your door.

“Why thank you, kind sir,” you joked.

“I want my shirt back.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Someone please kill me,” Bri groaned from the passenger seat. “I’ll see you guys later. Please don’t kill each other.”

“Why won’t you give it back?” He asked, blocking you from going any further.

“Because it’s comfortable,” you shrugged.

“But it’s mine.”

“It’s mine now. I actually wore it to bed last night, it was nice.”

“Jesus Christ, just give it back! I’m sure it doesn’t go with whatever stupid pajama bottoms you wear.”

“Who said I wear bottoms?” You asked. His mouth instantly snapped shut and you smiled. “See you later!”

Once again, he was left horny and angry at the thought of you wearing nothing but his Hellfire shirt.

You didn’t see Eddie for the rest of the day, so you figured you’d give him a little present the next time you saw him. That happened to be at lunch the following day which was perfect.

You folded up his shirt and walked up behind him. You snaked your arms around him and placed the shirt in his lap, making him jump.

“Glad you finally came to your senses,” he said, leaning into your touch ever so slightly. He took a big gulp of juice just as you leaned down.

“Unfold it,” you whispered. He did as you said and his juice was immediately sprayed all over the table.

“Woah, dude!”

“Jesus, Eddie!”

“Enjoy,” you whispered.

Eddie snatched the Polaroid of you, posed in a mirror, in nothing but his Hellfire shirt with your ass on full display, and quickly shoved it in his pocket so no one else would see.

You pecked his cheek and walked off, acting like nothing happened. He wanted to get up and chase after you, but the growing bulge in the front of his pants prevented that.

He did his best to calm himself down by the end of lunch so he could hunt you down and ask you just what the fuck you were doing. Unfortunately for him, you figured he was going to come after you so you went straight to your next class. You did your best to race to your car after school, but Eddie cut his last class just to stake you out.

Your keys had just entered the lock when you were pressed against the door. You new immediately by the smell of his cologne that Eddie had found you. You tried your best to hide your smirk when you turned to face him. He had his hellfire shirt slung over his shoulder for safe keeping.

“Hey, Eddie. Funny meeting you here,” you said. He had you caged between his arms and you couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze.

“Do you think you’re funny?” He asked.

“Fucking hilarious, actually,” you answered. His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared with anger.

“You’re gonna get yourself into trouble, (y/n),” he said.

“Oh is that so?” You chuckled. “I’m counting on it.”

His body was pressed to yours and you were certain he could feel your heart pounding against your rib cage.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, sweetheart.”

“I wouldn’t ask for much- wouldn’t want to be disappointed after all.”

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he whispered.

“Absolutely not! You’re not fucking in the school parking lot and certainly not in my ride home!” Bri yelled, walking up behind you. She threw her bag in the backseat and got into the passenger side.

“I’ll see you around, Eds.” You winked before pushing him off of you and opening your door. “Oh, wait! One more thing.”

You snatched the shirt from his shoulder and quickly closed your door before he could do anything.

“Are you serious?” He yelled as you sped away. “I hate her. I hate her so much.”

About halfway home, Bri finally broke the silence.

“Sooooo what’s going on between you and Eddie?”

“What do you mean? I’m just having some fun pissing him off,” you laughed.

“I know you and I know when you pick on someone it means you like them. And boy have you teased the hell out of him,” she said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumbled.

“Listen, I think you two would be good together and I don’t want you getting in your own way. And don’t say you wouldn’t!” She argued.

Her words played in your head for the rest of the drive. Did you really like Eddie or were you just having fun? You knew the answer but you didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

You spent your Saturday night alone in your room like the party animal you were. Your parents turned in early but you decided to stay up and break open the newest addition to your comic collection.

Halfway through, you thought you heard something at your window. You waited and heard it again. You looked out and saw Eddie waving you down. He pointed at your front door and you shook your head no. He picked up a large rock and held it up like he was going to throw it. You threw your hands up and flipped him off before quietly running downstairs to the front door. He was already waiting on the front steps when you opened it.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You asked.

“Did you think I was gonna let you get away with stealing my shirt a second time? Where is it?” He asked.

“Be quiet! My parents are asleep!” You whisper-yelled. “I’ll give it back on Monday; go away.”

You went to close the door but he stopped it. The way his rings shimmered in the moonlight made you shiver.

“Give it back.”

“No.”

“Now.”

“Fuck you.”

“I wish you would!” He finally snapped.

Your eyes widened and you had the biggest smirk on your face.

“Is that so, Munson?” You asked.

“Like you don’t want the same,” he scoffed. He pushed the door open wider and let himself in, pressing you against the wall in your foyer.

“Well aren’t we being presumptuous,” you chuckled. “And I have a dictionary if you need to look that up.”

“God, I hate you.”

Before you knew what was happening, his mouth was on yours in an angry kiss of tongue and teeth. He bit down on your bottom lip and it made you hiss.

His hand slid easily into your panties as you wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. He wasted no time in plunging his fingers between your folds and rubbing harsh circles on your clit. The sensation made you squirm but he had you held firmly against the wall.

He changed his pace and movements and pleasure was suddenly all you could think about. He was sucking hickies all across your neck but you didn’t care enough to stop him.

He slid two fingers into you with ease, pumping them until his rings nudged your clit. You did your best to stifle your moans, not wanting your parents to wake up. You thanked the heavens that the lights were off and no one looking from the outside would be able to see what a mess he was making you.

“Not so much to say now. Huh, sweetheart?” He laughed.

You tried to think of a witty comeback but all you managed to do was whimper his name. You clenched down on his fingers and he knew you were close.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He asked.

“Y-yes, Eddie,” you moaned. A few more strokes from his hand and you’d be coming undone. Only right before you could finish, he stopped completely and pulled his hand from your panties. “Wh- no!”

“Sh sh sh, wouldn’t want mommy and daddy coming down to see what the noise is, now do we?” He asked with a smirk.

He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. You were almost embarrassed by how his fingers glistened.

“That’s it? Are you serious?!”

“As a heart attack, baby. Not fun, is it?” He walked back out onto the porch and turned around. “I want my shirt back on Monday.”

He left you on your doorstep, horny and angry. If he thought that he was getting the upper hand, he was so incredibly wrong. You went back to your room to do two things. 1. Finish what he started and 2. Plot how to take down Eddie Munson.

Part Two

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Taglist:

@thebookbakery @dootys @lily-sinclair-2006 @mrsdarcyinlovewithbuckybarnes @munsaniac @rafecameronswhore @tiredwritersworld @mellomadness

It would mean the world to me if you could reblog this and hype it up. I really enjoyed writing it 🥺

[plucky-passerine]

Yeah, I probably should update my about page (or honestly just remove it altogether, it’s really old).

I’m gonna try to respond to as many of your points as possible, but I wanna preface this by saying that I’m not trying to be accusatory or hostile at all. I know tone doesn’t come across well over text so I wanted to get that out of the way.

First off, yeah, sorry, I got confused. I thought I’d clicked on the reblog from the blog that made the comment, so I was mostly responding as though it was to the commenter. I’d blame tumblr’s ui for being confusing, but it’s honestly my fault for not double checking. I do appreciate you replying to me though because whatever you might think of me I am trying to be open to these conversations.

I think it’s extremely fair to bring up race here. I brought up gender identity for the same reason, because the history and policies that affect us on those levels are deeply important to these conversations. As a white person, you’re right in that I’m not impacted by this history on the same level that black and indigenous people are, and I agree that white liberals have been seriously dropping the ball (which I admit is a fairly light phrase for such a deeply systemic issue). In fact, a lot of white liberals have been taking some extremely concerning stances on the Palestinian genocide, especially given the fact that it’s been going on since long before October 7th.

I didn’t say anything about voting independent or republican specifically because I did read your tags, and I don’t think voting independent is the same as voting republican for the same reason I don’t think voting democrat is the same as voting republican. However, I’ve also never seen any substantial evidence that voting for a third party in the general election will yield substantive results. I believe in voting for an ideal in the primaries and voting for strategy in the general, in part because conservatives don’t seem to have the same problem with voting as we do. At least in Florida, conservatives are really big on voting and they vote red. That gives them a huge boost in numbers, which is in part what has led to our state having an absolutely awful Governor for the past two terms. And actually the voting initiative to get people to the polls has led to us finally getting the minimum wage in our state raised from $8 to $15. Which I also admit, you can make those changes regardless of who you vote for, so this isn’t directed at you or anyone else who is voting, but per the original post, we do have to vote, if only for the amendments and representatives that have a more immediate impact on our lives.

Also, I don’t like Nacy Pelosi either. Personally I really like Elizabeth Warren, who’s actively trying to put pressure on Biden to stop arming Israel and call for a ceasefire, but that’s splitting hairs and I know that’s not your main point.

I actually do have a Palestinian-American classmate right now. I haven’t tried to talk to her about this stuff directly because I don’t want to stress her out, since I know the shit happening now can’t be easy to deal with, but she’s talked a lot in class and I’ve been listening to what she’s had to say. Granted, right now we’ve been talking about postcolonial studies, so I’m actually not sure what her position on voting is yet. I also know I have to look more into that because I’ve been seeing a lot of posts talking about Palestinians and not a lot of posts by Palestinians so I need to take some time to seek those out.

Honestly, I don’t know when the right time is going to be. I can hope it’s when we get our shit together with a couple more terms and get in some actually impactful candidates, but I’m worried things are going to get worse before they get better. I know I’m incredibly privileged that I’m white and I don’t have to personally worry about these issues, but I do worry for my friends who aren’t, and I do worry about the rising transphobia and ableism and the other ways fascism is gaining more power.

I have looked at the ship and I don’t like it either, but it’s leagues better than the one that actively wants me dead. And I also think we can criticize things without removing nuance. We can acknowledge that democrats are part of a long running colonial and imperialist power and that a lot of its policies and positions are still heavily entrenched in those problems and also acknowledge that at least the people (in large) are making efforts to do better.

I do wish we had better options. I’m mostly just scared of what will happen if another republican gets into office right now, especially with what I’ve seen them do with power at the state level. That’s why I started off with the personal angle, because that’s my stake in it. I don’t see a way to avoid that on a federal scale while also not voting for whoever gets the primary vote.

That said, if you have more information on large-scale efforts to get an independent vote on the board, could you link me them? I’d at least be interested in reading about it.

[oh-katsuki]

Golden Boy (Izuku x Reader)

Masterlist 

Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Summary: Izuku was a nice boy, except when it came to you. Yup, UA’s golden boy really knew how to treat a slut like you. 

Content Warnings: Dubcon, slight noncon, dacryphilia, size kink, face fucking, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, humiliation, spit kink, choking, finger choking, pet names, ooc izuku

Word Count: 5.6k 

A/N: I got SCARY h-word over this man and decided that I literally wanted him to hurt me and spit in my mouth. He’s too nice to not be a fucking freak, goodbye. 

Anyway, thank you to @eremiie , @mikaberries , and @veroyktv for beta-reading this!! I appreciate y’all !

Izuku tormented you all through high school. It was almost shameful to admit the way that his gentle teases melted into something far more sinister as the weeks bled into months and years. What started as subtle comments turned into  outright taunts and then the contactless threats no longer remained empty. 

No one believed you. And who would? 

Izuku was a model student and a good friend, someone with a kind disposition who wanted nothing more than to become the greatest hero. What reason could he possibly have to bully you? You’d never done anything to him. 

But he did. For three years he mercilessly taunted you and it only got worse your final year. 

Izuku would pinch at your thighs, sneering at you in the hallways when no one was looking. He’d snake his hand up your skirt and squeeze the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises that eventually littered the entire inside of your thigh. They looked incredibly vulgar and Izuku would torment you about it endlessly, despite knowing that he’s the one who left them. 

He’d crowd you against the lockers after most people had gone home, knowing you’d be there late after your tutoring sessions. 

“Tsk. Quite some marks you’ve got there.” He’d say, stepping up to you, his broad shoulders squared, a half smile creeping onto his face as his eyes studied the inside of your thighs. The marks littered the otherwise smooth skin, visible when looking at you from the front. 

“You get them from slutting yourself out?” Izuku would ask, stepping toward you again. “Y’look like a bit of a whore, don’t you?” 

He’d lean in close to your ear, venom seeping into each of his words as he cornered you. His hand crept up your skirt, eyes trained on yours which widened with fear as he pinched down, relishing in the yelp of pain that escaped you.

You wondered how someone like Izuku could make you feel so small and so insignificant.You couldn’t even bat his hand away as he made a fool of you, pinching at the inside of your leg with thick, calloused, and scarred fingers. It didn’t matter how tall or strong you were because it always seemed that Izuku was bigger, domineering in attitude and words. He really did know how to reduce you to a helpless thing. 

It seemed Izuku was growing more desperate by the day as graduation gradually crept closer. It was like he made less of an effort to hide it, blowing into your ear and whispering vile shit to you while in class, things that would make anyone squirm in their seat. He’d start bumping into you, singling you out, making an effort to get you noticed by his friends so he could have you as a little plaything whenever they hung out. 

And you let him. You let him make a toy out of you, tagging along with Iida, Uraraka, and Asui on Saturday outings, letting Izuku pinch and prod at you from across a restaurant table.

The truth was, Izuku Midoriya fucking terrified you. 

So you couldn’t say no to him. To everyone else you looked like nothing more or less than one of his many admirable friends. Promising quirk and a promising future, what a match for UA’s golden boy. 

You were at your wits end and by the time graduation rolled around. No one listened to you. Hell, people often brushed off Izuku’s very genuine threats as classic childhood teasing. “You’re such a good sport!” they’d say as Izuku patted your back, laughing an all too cheery “just kidding!”

How were you supposed to focus on graduation day, all dolled up in your cap and gown, unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe it was for him? Still, you found yourself automatically flinching whenever Izuku came around, eyes following him across the lawn as he ignored you in favor of photos. Izuku had a promising job offer waiting for him, and his many awards won during the ceremony earned him several congratulatory handshakes as well as pictures for the school’s newsletter. 

Still, he’d catch your eye when smiling for the camera, an all to familiar glint in them. His smile made you sick to your stomach, made it churn in the worst of ways. It was doing back flips as he stalked across the lawn towards you until his sturdy frame was against yours. He leaned down, lips brushing beside your ear to whisper one final taunt. 

“It’s a shame you’re not wearing that little skirt of yours,” Izuku breathed, eyes flitting over the cap and gown. “Would have liked to pinch those skank thighs of yours one last time. S’what you deserve.”  

And then he stood there, watching the way tears began to crowd your waterline, threatening to spill over as three years of tormentation came to what felt like an underwhelming head. Izuku tilted his head, watching the way water stained your made-up cheeks, before taking his thumb and wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“Don’t cry, doll.” He taunted, voice far too sweet for the words that fell from his lips. “I’m not near done with you yet.” 

Why was his tone so comforting? So confusing that you weren’t sure if it was dread or relief that filled your senses, ears suddenly feeling clogged with water. Your eyes darted from his to anyone on the lawn who could see you, who might be watching as Izuku pushed you to tears with only a few words, until you caught Bakugou’s gaze. 

Ah, Bakugou Katsuki, someone who’s done to Izuku what he does to you. It’s a bit of a fucked up little triangle because while Izuku was bullied by him and you are bullied by Izuku, you couldn’t help but hope that Bakugou would be the one taunting you, the one pinching your thighs. At least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe he’d help you, after all, he was probably the only person who’d believe you in the first place. 

So once Izuku had wiped your tears with a condescending thumb and left to go partake of other party activities, you pulled Katsuki aside by the shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of his bicep. 

“What in th- you?! The fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowed in the permanent scowl that he wore so frequently. 

“Sh, look please just, hear me out.” You spoke, voice hushed as your eyes shifted around. You had the feeling that if Izu saw you with him, you’d be in for it. “I just- I really need help.” 

Bakugou was about to scoff, was about to roll his eyes and walk away until he saw the redness under your eyes that the makeup couldn’t hide. The way you sniffled slightly as you asked and the way you looked to the floor. He’d never seen you like this, almost broken. It was something he’d seen often in Izuku, but something about seeing you like this made him ache. 

“What?” He responded, trying not to seem too invested. 

“It’s Midoriya.” Your voice grew quiet, almost in shame as you spoke the formal version of his name. 

“And?” Bakugou was impatient. He cared about you but not enough to sit here for five minutes while you stuttered. “Spit it out.” 

“He- he won’t leave me alone.” The words tumble from your lips so fast and before you know it, your hands are balled into fists on his chest, the material of his gown scrunched inside them in a plea. “He’s a nightmare, he pinches me and says the most awful shit to me. I- I mean, the inside of my legs and thighs are littered with bruises and n-no one believes me.” 

“Midoriya? As in, ‘shitty deku’ Midoriya?” Bakugou takes a step back in slight shock. 

“Yes!” You shout, far louder than you intended, pulling him closer slightly as you hush your tone in a whisper. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?” 

He nudged you off of him, brushing off his gown. Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t make his blood boil. Sure, him and Midoriya had buried the hatchet a long time ago but he still wanted dirt on the guy, plus he thought it was a coward move for him to bully someone as pretty as you. Though after seeing the way your eyes get wide in fear, he can’t say that it wasn’t incredibly tempting. There was something enticing about how you looked when you begged, no doubt Izuku saw it too. 

“You’re too sensitive.” He scoffed, meeting you gaze and watching the way your expression fell. “What you do is graduate and forget about that shitty extra. There’s really nothing else to it.”

You reached for him again out of habit this time, like if he turned around now you’d really be thrown to the wolves. 

“N-no, Bakugou, please.” You plead again, tears once again gathering in the corners of your eyes. “I-I can’t. I just need help.” 

Oh, he gets it now. 

He sees what makes you so appealing, what makes it so easy to walk all over you. You looked pretty when you cried. So he leaned in, his scowl turning into a smirk before speaking again. 

“No.” Bakugou’s smirk turned into an outright grin, eyes crinkling at the corners before he stood back up. “I graduated. Shitty Deku is your problem, not mine. Deal with it yourself. Just stop talking to him or whatever.” 

And with a wave of his hand he was off, walking towards his group of friends. Well, there goes your life line, the one person who actually believed that Izuku was tormenting you wouldn’t even lend you a helping hand. You supposed it was too much to hope though, and he was right, you could forget… stop talking to him. Why did the idea of that suck almost as much as staying under this thumb? 

“____!” Bunette locks bounced as your friend came towards you, hand outstretched in a wave before she pulled you into a hug. “We’re all going to Midoriya’s place to celebrate graduating, come with?” 

You liked Uraraka. Well, you actually liked all of Izuku’s friends. They were sweet and honestly none-the-wiser to Izuku’s torments and taunts. She wore the kindest smile, eyes bright with the excitement of finally starting her adult life. 

You glanced at the rest of them, eyes flitting around friendly faces until your gaze met Izuku’s. He looked upset, eyebrows furrowed slightly and eyes cold as he stood there. They all agreed, urging you to go before Izuku spoke up, smiling gently at you over the top of Uraraka’s head. 

“You should come. We’ll miss you if you don’t.” The rest of the group nods their agreement, but it wasn’t them that pulled the small okay from your lips. It was Izuku, the way his eyes had a threatening glint to them as he spoke, a smile creeping into them in the most unsettling of ways. Your stomach was turning again, twisting over and over because something about the way Izuku looked at you made you squirm. 

“Yay! Okay, we’re all gonna meet there after!” She smiled, taking your hands in hers and giving a small squeal. “It’s gonna be so fun!” 

And with that she was bouncing off with Asui in the direction of Kaminari and Kirishima. 

Izuku stayed behind, walking slower than his friends so he could bend down to speak to you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he spoke, words sending shivers down your spine. Despite the way your heart hammered against your rib cage, you tilted your head to hear him better. 

“You better be there, doll.” He muttered. “It’ll be worse for you if you’re not. Be a good girl for once, yeah?” 

He sounded more upset than usual, hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder hard enough to make you flinch, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, he didn’t wear his standard grin. Izuku looked angry, furious even. It made your skin crawl, made heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks so furiously that you found it hard to see through. 

All you could do was nod, fighting the pout that tried so hard to paint your face. You squeezed your thighs together instinctively at the phrase. He never praised you, not even once. Hearing the words “good girl” drip from his lips so angrily made them fly shamefully south. He gave a small laugh before walking off. It was almost like he knew, leaving you to rub at your sore shoulder. 

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Why were you here? You could have just not come and then you never would have had to see Izuku again, never would have had to deal with him until one day in the future when you’re too successful a hero to pinch. Still, you wouldn’t admit it to yourself or anyone else, but you might miss him. The teasing was a nightmare but it was attention, something that reminded you that at least Izuku still saw you. 

He couldn’t be ignoring you if he was calling you a slut. 

You arrived after everyone and Izuku opened the door for you with a jeering grin before stepping aside to let you in, pinching at your thigh again. He noticed immediately that you wore a skirt and he didn’t have to wonder why. It was an invitation for him, of course. 

You’d actually never been to Izuku’s house, so sitting in his living room eating snacks and drinking was unusual to say the least. It was surprising because beyond pinching you in the doorway, Izuku was being oddly kind. 

He sat next to you, his thigh pressed against yours, but he didn’t try anything. Didn’t whisper in your ear or grab at the fat on your side. You couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Even as the latter half of the day droned on, you were on edge despite being treated, finally, like one of the group. What did you do wrong? Was he no longer interested in you? Most importantly though, why were you upset that he wasn’t pushing your buttons? 

The end of the day came quickly, dark settling over the house while everyone gathered their things to leave. You’d all walk home together, leaving Izuku alone in his house. He smiled as everyone waved goodbye, bittersweet tears in his eyes as his final high school hang out came to a close. He cried at the ceremony while delivering his speech and then again at his house while Uraraka babbled on about her appreciation of UA. You can’t say you felt the same. 

“Not ____.” He said as you slipped on your shoes, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll walk her home since she lives in the opposite direction. Plus, I gotta give her something.” 

Izuku smiles at his friends, who all nod their understanding. They wouldn’t suspect that he’d do anything wrong, that he’d be keeping you behind to maybe, finally, torment you. What a fucked up way of thinking. The door to his house clicked shut and your blood ran far colder than you thought it would as he approached you. 

“What’s wrong, doll?” He taunted, a fake pout adorning his features. “Thought I’d let you off easy? After today?” 

Izuku raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes at the realization that you don’t know what he’s talking about. 

“Wow, you really are a slut aren’t you? Clinging to Bakugou so shamelessly today?” He scowled looked over you. 

Your eyes widened, lips parting as you remembered grabbing at Bakugou’s shirt, pulling him towards you earlier that day in a plea for help. 

“Did you think he would help you?” He sneered. “Bakugou’s just like me. He doesn’t care about a whore like you. Did you think that if you pushed against him like that he’d cave? Fold because your perfect body was flush on him?”

Izuku took your face between his pointer and thumb, spitting venom at you, waiting for you to respond. His compliment flew over your head. 

“N-no.” Yes. “I swear Izuku… I- I didn’t-” 

“You- you- you didn’t what?” Izuku responded, mocking your miserable stutter. “You’re my toy. Pisses me off when you let other people play with you.” 

And then he’s dragging you towards his room, pulling you into the cramped space and closing the door behind him. He’s muttering like he usually does, pushing you onto his bed so you’re sitting on the edge. 

Why were you so relieved right now? Why was your cunt already sticky with arousal? Why did every single word he was saying to you go straight south? You take your bottom lip between your teeth trying to find a way to shake your head in protest— to get up and leave— but the movement just wouldn’t come. Instead, you hang your head, eyebrows pulled up and cheeks flushed with heat as he stares you down. 

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice is barely a whisper, hardly audible over the sound of his frustrated breathing and your own rampant heart beat. “I’ve never done anything to you.” 

Izuku scoffed this time, stepping forward and taking your face in his hands again. 

“Haven’t done anything?” His words are venomous and his face is inches from yours, hot breath fanning across your cheeks. Were his hands always this big? “Dressing like that and saying you ‘haven’t done anything’?” 

His eyes flit down to the fat of your thighs, free hand groping the flesh hungrily, hard enough that it had you sucking in a sharp breath. Izuku couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss. 

Truth was, you drove Izuku batshit crazy. Right from the moment he saw you he could hardly contain himself, prancing around in that tiny fucking skirt with an ass like that. Daring to act so innocent when he was gripping the edge of his desk to keep from pouncing on you as you introduced yourself to him, as you hung all over his middle school bully, or as you flashed your hot pink panties while in class. 

To him, you were asking for it and the way you played dumb only made his blood boil further. Izuku was a nice boy, always had been, but the day that he made you cry, telling you that you kind of looked like a slut in your skirt, was the day he knew that he’d have way too much fun with you. 

Your eyes got so big, welled up so quickly with tears that he knew were caused by him. It made him proud, made his chest swell at how quickly he could completely ruin your day. This must be how Bakugou felt, to some degree, except chances are that he wasn’t thinking about what your puffy, swollen lips might look like when you’re choking on his cock. 

He’d been thinking about it since he met you. Pushing you further and further because you were just so fucking cute when you cried and if he couldn’t consume your thoughts because you like him, then he’d have to settle for consuming them because you’re afraid of him. 

You grunted against him, eyes going wide as his lips crashed into yours. You were spinning, heart pounding as his tongue dipped into your mouth hungrily. He pulled away from you quickly. 

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, looking like that.” Izuku seethed. “If you’re gonna play clueless, y’might as well make use of yourself. S’what you deserve.” 

And without asking he pushed you from the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You knew where it was going, knew that Izuku wasn’t going to let up because this boundary was being crossed. Still, you shamefully rubbed your thighs together, blinking up at him in confusion and arousal. 

“Such a whore.” He said, freeing his cock from his pants and letting it slap against his stomach. Izuku relished in the way your eyes widened, in the way you unconsciously licked your lips. And then he’s tapping the side of your mouth with his cock, head tilted back in a taunt as he watches the way your eyes brim with premature tears. He’d show you real crying. 

“Suck it.” A simple command, but one that had you shivering. He kept his hand on your shoulder while his fingers dug into it with a force that was all too familiar. is cock throbbed in his hands as you sniffled and parted those pretty, glossed lips. 

Izuku didn’t wait, no, he couldn’t wait, pushing his full length to the back of your throat and beyond, groaning when it entered the tight, wet space beyond your mouth. His head fell back and his mouth fell open at the way you choked on him. Tears forced their way out of your eyes and down your cheeks as he began fucking your mouth. 

“Y-you’re a real crybaby, huh?” He cooed, a lazy half-smirk gracing his face. “You did this to yourself. Such– a fucking– tease.” 

He accentuated his words with harsh thrusts into your throat, drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down his cock to his balls. It ran down your chin, mingling with tears as he continued to fuck your throat. 

Izuku was big, far bigger than you expected him to be. He completely filled your throat, stretching your unprepared mouth open. You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling at his size, lips cracking as you struggled to take all of him with each of his thrusts. Still, when you looked up at him through big teary eyes, knees growing sore from the way his fist held you to the floor, other hand pulling you against his cock, your cunt grew wet with arousal. 

He pulled you off him by your hair, watching the way you gasped and sputtered and sobbed. He loved the scratch in your throat as you coughed and he picked you up by the arm and crawled between your legs. 

“Wearing such a tiny skirt to my house.” He spit. “You knew what you were doing, lookin’ like that with your ass out and shit.” 

Izuku’s eyes scanned over you hungrily, like he’s been waiting to get you here for so long. Fuck, he still looked big, hovering over you and supporting his entire weight on one of his arms as his other hand wandered down. He flipped up the fabric of your skirt, admiring the way you flinched as his hand ran up your inner thigh. 

His hands ran over your figure, squeezing at the fat of your stomach, thighs, and chest. Izuku has been dying to get a piece of you since you met, since he first laid eyes on that frustratingly sexy figure of yours that led him to spiral to this moment. His hands dipped back to your inner thigh, ensuring that your skirt was out of the way, though it was so small already that it proved no obstacle at all. 

His breathing grew heavy, hand gently gliding along the supple flesh that he’s pinched so many times, marks from your final day of classes still fading. Izuku’s eyebrows were furrowed together as his hands found your panties, touching you over the fabric that was now soaked through. His eyes snapped to you so fast as he pulled the fabric aside with calloused fingers, wasting no time dipping his fingers into your soaking folds. 

“You fucking pervert.” He sneered, glancing down to show you just how wet you’d gotten, all for him. “You like it when I’m mean to you? So fucking dirty.” 

Izuku rubbed a swift circle around your clit and you brought your arm up to hide your face, biting into your forearm to muffle the sounds. You shook your head, squeaking out a no as his fingers curled up into you. 

“You sure about that? You’re dripping.” Izuku grunted, curling his fingers with his entire forearm and hearing a moan from you. “See? Fucking slut, giving me those eyes, like a lost puppy.” 

It was undeniable how you clenched around him and he let out a curt laugh of disbelief. 

“Oh… you like that name, don’t you, puppy?” He dipped down to bite at your neck, humming into the skin. 

You squirm beneath him but he has you caged in under, your legs unable to move around. Your stomach still turned in fear of him, but that fear was mixing with the intense pleasure building in your core. Even his fingers were a stretch and you could feel his thick cock hitting your abdomen with each aggressive curl, your mind consumed with just how good it would feel for him to break you open. After all, he’s chipped away at almost every ounce of self respect you had. In fact, he practically already owned you mentally, now he was just claiming what he should rightfully own physically. 

“I hate girls like you.” He spat, fingers picking up their pace as you were sent barrelling towards your high. “Acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me. So fucking stupid. But look at you now— Your cunt is practically drooling on me— pathetic.” 

You were close, hot with arousal as he lifted your arm from your face. 

“Getting close huh? I can feel your whore cunt clenching. Y’wanna cum?” He grinned widely through furrowed brows. 

Your eyes were glossed over, tears spilling onto your cheeks and for a moment Izuku almost felt bad for you. Still though, you were just too fun to fuck with, too fun to absolutely ruin. You looked prettier than he could have imagined right now; face sticky with tears of arousal, embarrassment, and fear. Izuku was a nice boy, he really was, except when it came to you because now he just couldn’t stop himself from ruining your cunt. 

You were close, impossibly close as you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the whiney yes that breached your lips. It was involuntarily, almost a survival response as his fingers continued making that delicious squelching sound. Those years of torment were beginning to twist. You were beginning to convince yourself that no, it wasn’t so bad, it’s okay to want to cream on his fingers and be his good girl. 

So you nodded, dew-filled eyes stricken with fear meeting his predatory ones in a confirmation. He was building you up so well, your stomach turning over and over, the knot tightening and set to break. And then he pulled his fingers from you as you clenched around nothing, a blinding orgasm ripped from you all by his fingers. Your back arched up off the bed and pathetic whines left your lips. 

“You’ll have to beg for it.” He smirked, sitting back on his knees, discarding your panties with a hard tug and running the head of his cock through your slick while you whimper. “Tell me you like it. C’mon. I’ll let you cum on my cock if you do.” 

Right now you were certain you’d do anything if it meant you were allowed to cream over him, so you parted your lips, hiccuping through broken sobs. 

“P-please Izu, need to cum.” Your voice was low and quiet. 

Izuku pushed the head of his cock against your entrance, glowering down at you as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up over those perfect tits that he couldn’t get enough of. He sucked in a sharp breath, facade falling for a moment until he brought his eyes back to yours. 

“You like it when I’m mean, huh? Lemme hear you say it.” Izuku gave a cruel smile, eyes darkened with lust. 

“Yes! Yes, I like it.” You shout, hand coming up to grab his arm, speaking through desperate tears. “Please fuck me, please Izu.” 

Izuku bottomed out in one fell swoop, hearing all he needed as he throws his head back, a groan of fucking pathetic falling lazily from his lips. He rolled his head across his shoulders, starting to move in and out of you, stretching your cunt open with each push and pull. 

“So fucking tight. You a virgin?” His tongue swiped at his teeth as he relished in the stretch and the way pain wet your cheeks. 

God, he fucking hated you. Hated every part of you. He hated the way your lips looked so good around him, the way your thighs squeezed so nicely around his waist, the way your tears only egged him on. It all made him want to hurt you. You brought out the worst in him. You were too fucking tempting, too easy. 

You weren’t a virgin but the stretch of his cock made you feel like one. God, you could feel him in your throat as you gripped pathetically at his biceps, a plea to get him to slow down. Izuku wouldn’t listen though, pounding into your gummy walls mercilessly. 

“Not gonna answer?” He laughed, low and threatening before folding your knees to your chest. “Tells me all I need to know. How many men have fucked this cunt of yours, huh? Bet it’s more than I can count on one hand.” 

Izuku brought his hand up to your face once more, squeezing your plump cheeks together. 

“Don’t worry, puppy. Gonna make it so you can’t take anyone else.” He spits in your mouth, forcing it closed. “Fuckin’ mine now, yeah? My little whore, always have been, right?”

You screw your eyes shut, swallowing sloppily as spit drips down your chin and tears streak from your eyes. Where did he learn to speak like this? 

“Say it.” 

You’re close again, so full of him, so desperate for him to give you what you want. You can’t resist him, so you might as well submit. Maybe it will make everything easier because you were finding it harder to pretend that you didn’t like it now. 

“Yours, m’yours.” You choke out, hand flying to his large one to move it over your throat. “Belong only to you.” 

Izuku squeezed the sides of your neck with startling force. It’s almost hateful in how strong it was but it made you whine out against him, voice raking against vocal chords that he forced closed. 

“Slut. S-such a slut.” He stuttered as you clenched around him, hitting your high with a roll of your hips and a pathetic whimper. “C’mon, gimme it, puppy.” 

Oh god, the pay off was unbelievable. The way you whined his name was better than any sob he pulled from you to date.You were so helpless,your body wracking with waves of pleasure and your pussy clamping down around him. This is what he saw in you the first time he made you cry— this expression. He knew you could make it, eyes big and wide, filled with tears and your mouth open in a deep moan. Fuck, he loved it. 

“God, so tight. Good puppy, good fucking puppy.” He fucked into you faster, chasing his own high now as he assaulted your overstimulated cunt. 

Your head spun, no longer preoccupied with the taunting or the tormenting. You were stupid on his cock, his good little puppy, like you were meant to be. You should have given in earlier, should have let him shove his dick down your throat sooner because even though you were struggling to get off his fat cock, you couldn’t, and you loved every single second of it. Izuku was only mean to you, only mean to his puppy. 

You’re so overstimulated, barreling towards another orgasm and now all you can think about is how bad you want him to fill you up. 

“C-cum inside.” You managed to choke out between pathetic sobs and whimpers. You’re crying for it, begging. “Please cum inside of me.” 

Izuku let out a low chuckle before bottoming out one final time, shoving his thick fingers down your throat and filling you up. When Izuku came, he came a lot. It flooded your cunt before leaking out the sides where he had you split open. Izuku couldn’t hide his true nature for long, his thighs beginning to quiver and a low groan becoming a high pitched whine as he emptied his balls inside of you like he’d been wanting to for so long. 

He stayed there for a moment before pulling out of you and crouching down to watch the way he spilled out of you, admiring your ruined pussy and body. You’re stretched out from him, tears staining your cheeks and cunt gaping from his cock.

And then he’s biting at your thighs, marking up the inside of your leg as you can barely manage to push out a squeal. He’s leaving the marks he’s always wanted to. Those pinches on the inside of your leg were a stand in for the ones he’d create with his teeth. He nipped at the sensitive skin before dipping his tongue into your folds to collect the mixture of him and you in his mouth. 

Izuku watched the way you twitched as he cleaned you up, admiring the way your legs flinched whenever he ran his tongue over your sensitive clit. He’s much gentler now but his eyes still frightened you when he came up from between your legs to spit the mixture of cum and arousal back into your slightly parted mouth, ordering you to swallow puppy. 

When you finally do— too tired and fucked out to think about protesting, he smiles— standing up off the bed and buttoning his pants with a heaving sigh.

Izuku turned back to your form on the bed, watching the way your chest heaved and the way your pleated skirt crowded at your hips, ruined cunt on display and shirt pushed up over your bitten up breasts. He made a mental note to remember to take your clothes off next time.

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