#how could you remain the way you are after knowing that you are explicitly being used? that your kindness is blatantly being exploited?
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Wyllâs remarks about Astarion, such as his comment about Astarion having nice hair, come off as more platonic or neutral. While Wyll might acknowledge Astarionâs attractiveness, something the vampire doesnât already know đ, thereâs no indication that these comments carry the same kind of sexual tension or romantic interest that Astarion expresses toward Wyll. These remarks are more likely to be seen as lighthearted compliments, something that could be said by a friend or acquaintance rather than an indication of deeper romantic feelings.
Astarion, on the other hand, makes several flirtatious comments toward Wyll, hinting at a potential romantic or sexual attraction. He openly mentions that Wyll would have been his type before he became a vampire, â which is kind of sad because I think Wyll would have loved him more as a human than a vampire and I feel like thatâs a little racist because canonically (not talking about playing Wyllâs origin run, if you want to romance Astarion go for your life) but I donât think heâd want to do anything with him because of what his kind does and the fact that heâs a monster hunter but then again this is just my theory/HC I donât know it for a fact but I know the attraction is definitely one-side either way itâs looked at â and there are moments where Astarion expresses clear desire or admiration for Wyllâs physical appearance. This interaction is much more overt and can be interpreted as a romantic or sexual interest. (Like the question is does he just want to bed Wyll as one night stand or does he genuinely have deep-rooted feelings for him?)
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Even if Wyll did harbor feelings for Astarion, it raises the question: why was he so consistently harsh toward him throughout Acts 1 and 2? Wyllâs behavior towards him only starts to shift in Act 3, after Astarion kills Cazador and chooses to remain a spawn (which is actually understandable even because I donât exactly like Ascended Astarion either, so kudos to Wyll đ) However, this shift doesnât come across as a true companionship or genuine change of heartâit feels more like a reward or acknowledgment of Astarionâs âgood behavior.â (Pretty much similar as to how Mizora treats Wyll with the âreward methodâ like a dog)
By waiting until after Astarion has undergone intense personal growth to offer any kind of warmth â which is kind of manipulative on the warlockâs part â Wyllâs change in attitude feels less like a romantic development and more like belated approval.
This shift misses the mark if the intent was to create a compelling connection between them. Instead of building a relationship over time, it feels as if Wyllâs attitude change only emerges in response to Astarionâs actions, which doesnât have the depth or complexity expected in a confession of feelings.
Self note: Donât get me started on the whole âwell it could be an enemies to lovers thingâ. Yeah, you could be right but thatâs what happened between Laeâzel & Shadowheart as well as Karlach & Wyll but at least they made a truce in Act 1
Wyll repeatedly âteasesâ (I wouldnât even call it that considering his tone is not animated ) Astarion about his âdietary lifeâ even though he explicitly explains to the player/leader of the group â very early on after being found out about his true nature â âI hunt deer, boar, or kobolds whatever I can get. Iâm just a little slow right nowâ which, now that I think about it, I honestly I feel like thatâs the only part Wyll heard: âIâm a little slowâ it would explain why he acts this way towards Astarion either that or heâs internally panicking (not for himself) but people around him because there is a âslowâ vampire who hasnât fed yet, but is too weak to go after any animal. Thats not the worst part, Wyll, who is only a short distance from Astarionâs tent â one tent away â perhaps chose to ignored his explanation, most likely not wanting to hear to excuses or manipulation (in Wyllâs eyes) because to him a bloodthirsty vampire is a bloodthirsty vampire; self control or not it didnât matter to him
Another thing is when Astarion mentions that heâs feeling hungry, a day or so later, Wyll instantly remarks that he should settle for âvagrant chicken,â straight off the bat and absolutely no tactfulness, as if unaware or indifferent to Astarionâs efforts to avoid feeding on innocents. This could have been especially harsh for Astarion â considering how much he resents being told what to doâ a reminder of his time under Cazadorâs control, particularly when he had no choice having to obey his commands (lest he gets punished for not doing so đĽş)
The dynamic becomes even more complicated when the player (save for playing as Karlach) goes up to Astarion, telling him: âYou can feed on me.â. Every time it comes up, Wyll doesnât protest or intervene, despite his earlier jabs about the vampireâs source of âfoodâ. Thereâs no protective or disapproving response from him; instead, he stands by and allows it to happen. This feels less like a typical âenemies-to-loversâ banter and more like an ongoing pattern of unnecessary antagonism. It, to me, actually felt more like a âthe ruler can do whatever they want and the person wonât interfereâ thing, which isnât far fetched to being a leader of the companions
Conclusion:
Itâs important to note that Baldurâs Gate 3 is a game driven by player choice, meaning there is no definitive âcanonâ relationship between characters. Since each player can make different decisions and pursue different companions, any pairing, such as âWyllstarion,â is subjective and depends on the individual playerâs choices. The game doesnât establish any specific romantic relationships as official canon, as characters do not form relationships with one another outside of the playerâs actions. This flexibility allows players to experience a variety of possible relationships, and no particular outcome is considered the gameâs âcanon.â.
Thatâs like me saying âStarlach and Bloodweave are definitely canon,â but someone else might argue, âNo way, itâs all about Shadowarrior â Shadowheart and Laeâzelâ or âFieryblade, Wyll x Karlach, is definitely the better optionâ etc. Everyone has their own interpretation of what feels right or âcanonâ to them. Thereâs no one-size-fits-all answer because the game lets you build your own story, and what feels like a natural pairing for one person might not for someone else.
More evidence that Wyll and Astarion are basically canon :p But no Wyll, no Asty kisses for you >:c Not this time.
#donât call something canon if itâs not or least likely one sided#thanks for coming to my ted talk#proof that wyllstarion is not canon#no slander#baldur's gate 3#Youtube#slaying facts#astarion#wyll#companions
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morally grey characters are great and all, but sometimes i do feel like ppl who genuinely think lawful good-aligned redeemers are comparatively much more boring overlook/underestimate the amount of effort and conviction required from them to remain kind and also unwaveringly believe in the second chance / potential of goodness in each and every person despite the injustice that the rest of the world has been done unto them.
#rambles#aup#casey selmore#its very easy to become corrupted; to succumb to your dark emotions; to curse at those who've wronged you; to hurt those who've hurt you#but could you easily forgive someone who has mistreated you? would you continue to put trust in someone who has repeatedly lied to you?#how could you remain the way you are after knowing that you are explicitly being used? that your kindness is blatantly being exploited?#why sparing the enemies despite knowing for certain that they will come back biting you the moment they regain their strength?#why still playing fair when life is full of unfairness? why risking your life for a world that has no hesitation in taking it?#for those who show no signs of appreciating it? only then at the very best to be branded as stubbornly naive and insanely stupid?#why do you keep giving in exchange for nothing in return when no one is asking/expecting you to? why are you having no self preservation?#tbh its also a tad concerning that caseys selflessness is lowkey self-destructive#girlie is only living in the moment and carefree to the point of caring v little for her own life#if ur very first response to any life threatening situation is that u dont care for ur life thats not normal and shouldnt be normalized#even if that âany situationâ involves ur desire to save the world and humanity#one does not associate the worth of their life with how much they could give themself away without being somewhat passively suicidal#both ludger and casey are willing to fight and die for their cause#but ludgers admiration for casey is in the fact that to him her cause is much more honorable and selfless than his ever be
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Lessons In Pleasure (Aegon x Reader x Harwin)
Summary: Your marriage to Aegon was as good as expected, but you wanted a little more...passion. Rhaenyra, ever the dutiful sister knew just who to send to give your husband a few lessons in pleasing a woman.
TW: Minors DNI, She/Her pronouns, afab reader, Harwin Strong and his horse cock, Rhaenyra being the best sister, Aegon (kinda) getting cucked and liking it, fingering, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, praise kink, p in v sex, Harwin showing Aegon how to fuck, canon-typical incest, twin/targcest, they are happy families in this, use of High Valyrian.
Reader has more Hightower coded features but isn't explicitly described.
Words: 5088 (yes...I know)
THANK YOU to @legitalicat for not only trusting me with this idea but betaing for me too! You're an angel!
HÄedar = little sister
Valonquar = little brother
ÄbrazČłrys = wife
ValzČłrys = husband
Rhaenyra was grateful to have been given the chance to decide on her own husband. When originally presented to her, she was disgusted by the idea of marriage all together. But when Harwin Strong made his affections for her clear, she knew that was the man she would marry. Â
After almost two decades of marriage and having three boys together, Rhaenyra could safely say she had chosen well. Not only was Harwin an amazing man and wonderful father to their boys, but he kept her well satisfied. The man was nearly solid muscle and hung like a horse. In their times alone, it was not unusual for his head to be placed between her thighs or for him to him to rut into her like she was a bitch in heat. Â
Harwin was nothing if not devoted to his wife. He would give her the world if she asked. He stood at her side, the ever-looming presence that reminded those around them Rhaenyra was not to be toyed with. He knew she was capable of protecting herself, of course, but he could not allow himself to leave his wife to her own protection. Â
Their devotion and love to each other, however, was in complete contrast to the marriages between Rhaenyraâs siblings. Well, one of them. The marriage of Helaena to Cregan Stark had been unexpected, yes, but having met the man at a tourney, he was all her sweet sister desired. Nobody would deny Helaena. Aemond and Daeron were too involved in their studies to give much mind to marriage. Their time would come, of course, but for now they could do as they pleased. The problem marriage was yours.Â
When Alicent had given birth to you first, Viserys was disappointed once more. What is a king without a son? But within the hour, your twin finally made his presence known. The King finally had a son. Aegon Targaryen, second of his name, had accomplished more just with his birth than anyone would hope from you. Â
As you grew into people, you and your twin were far different. You were far different from any of your siblings. You had fewer Valyrian features if any at all. But there was a fire inside you that left little room for doubt of your heritage, complete with a dragon you claimed not long after the time Aegon claimed Sunfyre. Â
The fire in you was different too. Most of your family were hot headed, quick to anger and rash in action. You wouldnât say you were smarter, but it was like you controlled your fire instead of the other way around. You could remain calm. Your logic could outweigh your desires time and time again. Â
Until it came to your twin. For better or worse, he was half of you. You were devoted to him as much as Rhaenyra was devoted to Harwin, or your Uncle Daemon to his wife Laena. Every moment he needed defending, it was you who did so. If he needed soothing, he would find you. As you grew and matured, he loved you as you loved him. Â
The problem came with his drinking. He was nearly always drunk by the time you both were fourteen. He functioned well throughout the day even if he was drunk. But once the sun gave way to the stars, he got sloppy. Drinking so much he made a mess of himself was how he chose to spend every evening. He would stumble to his bed, stinking of wine.Â
Luckily, Rhaenyra was a good and comforting presence in your life. Listening to any and all issues you wished to unload on her.
As a child, it would range from not yet having a dragon, which was rectified by the tender age of twelve when you claimed your precious Starfyre. That pale purple dragon, almost iridescent, a contrast to the golden scales of Aegonâs Sunfyre, but somehow complimenting him perfectly. Just as you did with Aegon.
Then as you had aged and began to notice boys, Rhaenyra was the one to talk about romance, courting and all it entailed. Explaining the more, as you would bemoan, embarrassing parts of a relationship but you knew Rhaenyra wanted to look after you. But she did also tell you, that the King would likely choose your husband for you.
And you knew what that meant. You would be given to someone. Someone that, if you were unlucky, you did not know.
But the gods were on your side when your betrothal to Aegon was announced it seemed. Marrying your twin would surely be better than a stranger, you hoped. But Aegon was still a drunk. Unable to refrain from wine no matter the time of day. Not exactly the husband you craved and wished for.
As always, Rhaenyra was there. Comforting you where Aegon could not. It was not that he did not love you. He adored the very bones of you, and he would tell you time and time again.
But he was a mess of a man, by his own admission. Struggling with the weight of being the Kingâs eldest son and now, your husband. He had never meant to make you feel the way you did, you knew that. Because how could he, if you had never told him what you were feeling.
You had always known Aegon had a voracious appetite, for wine, for pleasure, anything really. Yet, you felt as though he was focused on completing the deed when he bedded you and you could not understand it. You listened, now when Rhaenyra was gushing about Harwin, after you had begged her to. Just to hear how it should be.
âPlease, NyraâŚâ you held her hand tight, the look in your eyes desperate enough to convince the elder princess.
âDo you really wish to know of my bedroom activities, hÄedar?â Rhaenyra asked, tugging you to sit on the couch by her fire.
You nodded in earnest.
âThere is a reason and I beg you not to tell Aegon.â
Rhaenyra could see you were serious, you never kept secrets from your twin unless you must. She relented then, waiting for your first question.
âI have to know, is itâŚnormalâŚfor the husband to spend so little time on the wifeâs pleasure before the act?â
Your voice was so unsure. Not embarrassed to tell your sister, but more embarrassed to voice on the topic at all. Sex was not an easy topic for some, you included. But you knew Rhaenyra was the right person to talk to.
âNo, hÄedar. Not in my experience. Harwin is quite intent on bringing me pleasure as many times as he can before I even see his cock.â Rhaenyra smirked, both at your reaction to her crass words and at the memory of that morning. When Harwin had delayed his duties just to feast upon, in his words, âthe most delicious meal a man may have, his wifeâs cuntâ.
You sighed then and Rhaenyra instantly saw the change in your expression.
âIs something the matter, does our brother not give you the same treatment?â
She was not mocking you, for you could see the genuine concern in Rhaenyraâs expression and hear it in her tone. You only shook your head.
âNot that he does not do anything. He justâŚit seems like he is not as interested in what comes before as much as he is the sex itself.â
You did not know the word for it. Anything a couple did before sex, but you knew there must be more than having Aegonâs fingers momentarily buried in your cunt before he would rut into to you and chase his own pleasures, before passing out beside you. By Rhaenyraâs expression, you knew you were right.
âHave you told him, told him what you want him to do?â Rhaenyra asked, though she was already formulating a plan.
Again, you shook your head. You knew of Aegonâs past. The way his name was known in every whorehouse in the city, and yet that debauched nature seemed to never reach you. Rhaenyra took your hand, a mischievous in her eyes.
âLeave it to me, hÄedar.â
You thought nothing more of your conversation with Rhaenyra as you prepared for your usual dragonflight with Aegon. Something the two of you did weekly.
âÄbrazČłrys,â Aegon smiled, knowing hearing his High Valyrian was a weakness of yours and he was right, a soft blush on your cheeks as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck.
Drunk, but not stumbling. His usual state, functional enough to navigate the day. He squeezed you a little, the way he had hugged you since you were both small. A gesture you were glad he continued.
âValzČłrys,â you responded, feeling him smile against your skin.
âShall we?â
âYou want me to do what?â Harwin asked, not for the first time. It was like he could not believe the words Rhaenyra spoke.
Aegon followed you to your dragons, his arm loose around your waist as he walked. He was not shy with his public affections, and you could never deny he loved and desired you. But speaking with Rhaenyra had told you something was missing. As you mounted your dragon, all thoughts of that conversation left you the moment Starfyre left the dragonpit and made for the skies, Sunfyre on her tail.
âTeach my brother how to fuck his wife, properly. The poor girl is woefully unsatisfied.â Rhaenyra stated, as if she were talking of the weather or that nightâs meal.
Harwin simply stood there, all thought, and reason gone from his mind. His wife wanted him to show her brother how to fuck? The prince who was known in all whorehouses and more for his depravities and salacious appetites? Rhaenyra could not be serious.
âI will not say it again Harwin. My sister deserves a man who knows how to care for her every need.â Rhaenyra smiled, stepping close enough to press her body to Harwinâs, her grin widening when he sighed in defeat.
âShow him, do it yourself first if you must. Hold his cock and put it in the right place if needs be.â
Harwinâs eyes were nearly burst from their sockets. It would not be the first time he had bedded someone at Rhaenyraâs behest. But these were her siblings. The look on her face however, and the love he held for you as a sister, was enough to convince him.
âFine, you are lucky I love you soâŚâ
Harwin had heard the prince and princess had returned and retired to their chambers. Rhaenyra had near pushed him out the door at the news. It was now or never it seemed, though he had no clue where he would even begin.
He was a few feet from your chambers when he heard the soft moans and the gentle movement of the bed. Harwin took a breath and prepared to close his eyes as he shoved the thankfully unlocked door open.
âHarwin!â you exclaimed, grabbing a nearby sheet, and shielding your naked form.
Aegon was less concerned with his nudity but used his body to shield you a little.
âIs there a reason you have walked into our chambers uninvited, good brother?â
Harwin locked eyes with you, and you knew. Rhaenyra had sent him, because of your conversation.
âRhaenyra?â Was all you said and Aegon looked entirely confused, his gaze swinging between you and Harwin.
The knight nodded, a silent exchange that told you what you needed to know but not Aegon. Your husband was more than confused and sat back on his haunches to look at you.
âWhat is going on?â he asked you, but Harwin answered.
âIt appears, that your wife is not entirely satisfied with your abilities, good brother.â Harwin spoke firmly but gently as he settled down onto the couch parallel to your bed. His eyes stayed trained, for now, on Aegon.
But Aegon was looking at you.
âIs this true?â He looked hurt, those perpetually sad eyes staring down at you.
You sat up, holding the sheet close to you with one hand while the other nervously toyed with one of your auburn curls, a trait inherited from your mother.
âHe is not wrong. I wantâŚmore.â You tried to maintain eye contact, and Aegon did not look angry which was good, you supposed.
âMore? Like inviting Harwin in, more?â He asked, still not quite grasping the situation.
Harwin could see you floundering, and he spoke up.
âNot quite like that, Aegon. MoreâŚto show you what you are failing in.â Harwin did not mean to sound harsh, but it was the essence of it.
You wished for what Rhaenyra had. A man who would worship you from head to toe before fucking you senseless. Something it seemed Aegon was not doing. Aegon opened his mouth to speak but said nothing as Harwin stood up, removing his outer layer and moving towards the bed.
âIt seems you are in need of lesson, my prince.â Harwin smiled, watching the blush on your cheeks as he got closer and closer.
You had always found Harwin handsome, telling Rhaenyra how lucky she was to have someone like him so devoted to her. Not that Aegon was not to you. The closer Harwin got, the more Aegon realised just what he meant by âlessonâ.
Silently, he moved aside, watching as Harwin kneeled at the foot of the bed. He was just above eye level with your body, and you sat up on your elbows. Anticipation had you, the way his deep brown eyes bored into yours had a fire in your blood you had not felt in a little while.
âNow, princess, do you wish me to show your husband how a man worships his wife?â Harwin asked, his voice lower than you had ever heard. A sound that sent a shiver down your spine. You nodded, but that was not enough.
âWords, sweet girl. I need to hear you say it, and I am sure your husband does too?â
You looked at Aegon, who was flitting his eyes between you and where Harwin waited at your feet. He looked torn between being upset and impossibly aroused, based on the faint flush on his skin and the half hard cock between his legs.
âShow us.â
Harwin was gentle, far gentler than he would be with Rhaenyra as he gripped your knees. Tugging you down the bed and pushing the sheet from your body. Now, fully exposed you felt a flush of heat send your skin pink. You could feel his breath on your skin, the roughness of his palms on your thighs as he kneaded the flesh of them.
âWatch carefully, my prince.â
Your breath hitched the moment you felt Harwinâs lips on your inner thigh. Gentle kisses as his large hands pushed your thighs wider. Everything was already so different. Aegon was always gentle, but he was not as tender and slow as Harwin was being.
âYou must take your timeâŚsavour everything you have before youâŚâ Harwin mumbled to Aegon as he moved higher and higher, the coarse hair of his beard already sending pleasure shooting into your core.
Aegon did as he was bid and watched. Watched as Harwin kissed and nibbled your thighs until his nose brushed the apex, just shy of your cunt. He listened to the soft moans and whimpers that left your lips. Sounds he had heard at times.
But the moan that left you when Harwin finally reached your mound was near sinful, your head shooting up to watch what the knight was doing.
âOh!â Was all you managed to exclaim the moment Harwinâs tongue took its first taste of you.
Harwin could not lie, you tasted divine. It seemed Targaryen women were each as delicious as the other. He took his time, easing you into it. His tongue taking languid strokes between your folds as his nose pushed against your pearl and his beard scratched your thighs.
The moans you let out were no more than incoherent sounds, your hands already gripping the sheets as Harwin had you hurtling towards your peak. His eyes looked up then, meeting yours for a split second before he took one of your hands and placed it on the back of his head.
âShow me what you want, sweet girl.â He urged, slowing down to force you to take control.
With a whimper and a quick glance to Aegon you gripped Harwinâs hair, which heâd left out of his usual tie. Pulling softly at the strands, you held him against your core and let your body choose what to do. Hips rolling gently as he let his tongue slip back between your folds. Before you knew it, your stomach tightened, and you were whimpering what sounded like Harwinâs name.
Aegon could not tear his eyes away from you now. He had never really paid attention to what you looked like when you came. Flushed skin, your eyes screwed shut as you let out those sweet, soft moans. And he realised he needed to watch you do it again and again. What surprised him now, was that Harwin did not stop.
Your hand loosened on the knightâs hair, but his mouth did not leave you. His hands found your hips and pulled you back to his mouth, listening to the surprised yelp you gave as he began to devour you. There was no other word for it. He was not as gentle as the first time.
Now he was showing what he was capable of.
With grunts and groans of his own, Harwin gave you know reprieve as he fucked his tongue in and out of you, holding you with one large hand as his other moved down to let his fingers join his tongue.
Your eyes rolled the moment he pushed a finger inside. They were thicker than Aegonâs, the rough skin only adding to your pleasure. Curses began to slip from your lips and Aegon could feel his own cock hardening watching you writhe against Harwinâs face. He resisted the temptation to touch himself, to intent on watching you fall apart again.
Harwin pulled away as you peaked, giving you the chance to relax and breathe slowly. And when he looked over at Aegon, the prince could see the faint sheen of your release on the knightâs face and beard.
âNever let her only peak once, the more she comes now, the more sensitive she will be later. And trust me, it is all the better for you.â Harwin rumbled out as he stood.
He shed his own clothing quickly. Finally revealing the sheer length and girth of his own cock. Even Aegon could not help but stare. No wonder Rhaenyra was so well satisfied, he thought.
Even you began to wonder if he expected to be able to fit that inside you, as you assumed that was where this was going. The rest of Harwin was just as impressive. This muscle built his entire body. Just the sight of him a fresh rush of arousal dripping from you.
âAre you ready, princess, we will take our time?â Harwin asked softly, climbing on to the bed next to you, helping you move slightly to accommodate him.
âYes...â you replied softly, the aftereffects of your two previous orgasms still lingering.
Harwin let his hands trail over your body, as if he was marvelling at just how small you looked beneath them. From your hips and up to your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh gently to gauge your reaction. And when you whimpered softly, he was a little firmer, adding his lips to the mix.
What surprised you, was when he reached out to Aegon. Taking the youngerâs hand and placing it on your other breast.
âCopy what I do.â
Aegon watched as Harwin let his hand cup your breast as his thumb began to swipe gently over your nipple, watching the skin pebble and perk as your whimpered out in pleasure. Aegon did his best to replicate the movement, watching and listening as you reacted just the same, back arching to meet his hand.
âMy best advice will always be, to listen. If she moans and pulls you close, keep going.â
You were barely listening to what Harwin said, too focused on the different sensations. Where Harwinâs palm was large and rough, Aegonâs was a little smaller and softer. But the touch from both was enough to have you craving more. When Aegonâs hand slowed to watch Harwin, your own gripped it, begging him to keep touching you. And he did, knowing that you were showing him exactly what you wanted from him.
âGood girl.â Harwin cooed and you moaned in response.
âDo you hear that? Our princess likes being told she is a good girlâŚâ Harwin but emphasis on the praise, listening as you groaned softly again.
Aegon did his best to listen to you and Harwin. Putting everything he heard and saw into his memory. He had never considered you would have your own wants and, dare he say, depravities. He had been afraid of treating you too much like his whores of the past. He wanted to make love, not fuck you. But maybe he had been wrong.
Harwinâs lips were latched to your neck and Aegon was quick to copy, following the path Harwin took on your opposite side. And your moans increased the harder they kissed. Aegon even began to take his own initiative when you gave out a whimper at his lips on your pulse. Kissing you harder until you moaned out his name.
âWell done, my prince.â
The knight let his hand move down your stomach, trailing over your hips and down to your cunt, feeling the slick skin and spreading your arousal around to prepare you for the next lesson.
âTime to learn how to properly fuck your wife.â Harwin smiled. He had to admit, he was having a little fun with this. You were just as responsive as Rhaenyra, but with a little more softness and innocence.
Large hands gripped your waist and lifted you gently. Your body was like putty in Harwinâs grip, two orgasms already making feel light. He settled you on his stomach, the rough trail of hair hitting your pearl just right as your got comfortable.
Harwin knew any position would be a lot for you to take him in, he was fully aware of his more than average size. This was about your pleasure, and he did not want to hurt you. He was already rock hard and waiting, but he let you take the lead here.
âGo slowly, princess. I am a lot to take.â The wink he gave you made you giggle, relaxing you a little more.
You moved slightly and Harwin held your waist with one hand while his other wrapped around the base of his cock. You were not sure you were ever going to be quite prepared, but the anticipation was too much. You had only ever laid with Aegon, this would be a change.
Harwin guided you down, listening to your soft whimper at the stretch. He kept up his praise as you took him inch by inch. And he was impressed to see you sink down to his base.
âWell done, sweet girlâŚâ he smiled, stroking his hands up the curve of your hips and back again, letting you adjust to the intrusion.
Aegon watched in near disbelief. Seeing Harwinâs cock disappear between your folds, the sheer stretch of it and the moans you could not hold in. With a little encouragement, you began to move. Rolling your hips slowly and coating Harwinâs cock in your slick. The stretch stung, but not enough to take away the pleasure.
And soon you were rolling your hips in earnest. Your hand on Harwinâs broad chest to steady yourself. You had ridden Aegon a handful of times, usually having too little confidence in your ability to move as you should. Harwinâs hands held you steady, helping you keep your rhythm.
âLet her lead. When she is on top, she is in charge. When you are, you control the rhythm.â Harwin instructed through rough groans. Your movements getting more confident and drawing out his own pleasure.
Aegon let his own hand drift to his cock. He could not resist the throbbing pleasure any longer. You looked so beautiful, and something about seeing you on top of another man had him more aroused than he expected. His hand was tight on his cock, eyes never leaving you as he watched the roll of your hips against Harwinâs body. Adding in your gentle moans and Harwinâs growls and grunts, it had him near coming just from the sight.
âNot so fast, Aegon. I will let you put what I have shown into practice soon enough.â Harwin grunted, his hands now bouncing you up and down on his thick length.
Your moans were louder than Aegon had ever heard. Sounds he had not thought you capable of. But he had been wrong about many things today it seemed.
âGodsâŚI...IâŚâ You panted as your nails dug into Harwinâs chest.
He had not been wrong, Aegon realised. The two previous peaks had left you sensitive enough to already be so close to a third. Your body was glistening in sweat, skin flushed, and your head thrown back as you panted and moaned your way through your third peak of the night.
âFuckâŚâ You groaned as Harwin rolled your bodies over and began pounding into you with abandon.
Aegon could feel his own cock throbbing painfully as he watched you moan and writhe under Harwin, the bed hitting the wall with the force of the knightâs thrusts, but you seemed to be enjoying it all the more. Soon enough, Harwin was pulling out of you and coating your stomach with his seed, growling, and grunting as he tugged his cock to release. Your eyes were closed, and you looked well and truly fucked out, your breath coming out in heaving pants as your high subsided.
âThat is how a woman should look when she has been well fucked, my prince.â Harwin panted, pushing his hair from his face.
Aegon could do nothing but nod, as Harwin left the bed and retrieved a cloth to clean his seed from your stomach. Your eyes opened and saw only Aegon. And then his still hard cock.
âIt is your turn now, is not, valonquar?â You smiled, your hand reaching out for him.
Aegon did not hesitate, pressing his lips to yours like he was a man starved. Forgetting that Harwin remained in the room, his hands settled on your waist as Aegonâs lips took a path down your neck and lower.
âDo not forget, take your time, my prince.â Harwin called, as he dressed.
Aegon only grunted in response. He had never felt quite so desperate for you. Whether it was desire or jealousy he did not know. But he did not care. He wanted to show you he had listened and learned.
His hand kneaded your breast as it had before, while his lips found the unattended one. Harwin had settled himself on the sofa, watching as though to ensure the prince truly had learned a lesson.
Aegon took his time as best he could, listening intently for your moans. Feeling how your body arched to chase his kisses and touches. Your hand in his hair to keep him close to your body. Confident now, in silently asking for what you wanted. And Aegon was quick to oblige, remaining where you held him until you tugged him away.
âFuck me, pleaseâŚâ You whispered; you had never asked that way. Never asked so directly.
And it sent a shot of pleasure right to Aegonâs cock, earning you a groan in approval.
âAnything for you, my loveâŚâ He whispered into your neck as he took his place between your thighs.
His thrusts were slow to start, knowing three orgasms in now had you more sensitive than ever. But he wanted to do this right. He eased into you, before glancing at Harwin for approval he did not realise he needed.
âHold her thigh at your waist, let her hook her leg round if she needs to.â Harwin instructed, knowing what Aegon needed now.
No one was doubting Aegonâs experience. But a whore was different to a wife, in some respects.
Aegon did as instructed, and the gentle change of angle had your eyes rolling back and Aegonâs name slipping from your lips.
âPraise her, you know she likes it now.â Harwin called again and Aegon leaned down to capture your lips.
He knew well enough what to say.
âMy good girl, taking me so well after three peaksâŚâ Aegon groaned into your ear as he sped up, all but pounding into you now, desperate for his own release.
The moans he got in return only spurred him on. You were both wound so tight it would not be long.
âYes, good girlâŚâ He whispered again, as he gripped your thigh tight and pulled it higher.
Both of you cared only for release now. He could practice Harwinâs teachings another time. Your nails were digging into his skin, and you were urging him on with your heel at his back.
âPlease...â You moaned but you knew you needed to be clearer.
âHarder AegonâŚâ
That was enough for him. He wanted to give you everything you wanted and more. You had never been this vocal with your needs in bed. And he would deny you nothing. His hand moved from your thigh to the headboard as he went as deep as he could, wanting to show you he could do as well as Harwin clearly had.
You were so close to your fourth peak that Aegon could barely thrust into you with the way your walls clenched around him. His own cock throbbed hard within you as he felt his own release pulsing through him.
Neither of you heard Harwin leave, too lost in your own pleasures. But the knight could hear your loud moans and the slam of the bed into the stone wall. A stark contrast to the soft, timid moans he had entered to.
He was a few feet from your rooms when he heard you near scream Aegonâs name, a sound that told him Aegon had learned, and learned well. Harwin could only smirk and mumble to himself as he walked away.
âWell done, my prince.â
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Anon request: âcould you do something enemies/rivals where bucky accidentally finds out that you have a mirror kink during a training session?â
Yes, absofuckinglutely yes.
Watch Me
Rival!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count 2.4k
ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+
C/W: Language, fingering, size kink, mirror kink, choking, degradation (Bucky calls reader a slut once), hate sex (p-in-v unprotected), one lil spank, no aftercare and Buckyâs kind of an asshole.
âYouâre distracted!â Bucky grunts, landing another painful blow to your gut, causing you to stumble backwards as he effectively knocks the wind out of you again.
âJust shut up, Barnes!â You snap back, resting your hands on your knees as you hunch over and work to catch your breath.
He wasnât wrong, you were completely distracted. You couldnât tear your gaze away from the wall of mirrors behind him and it only made it that much easier for him to land hit after fucking hit.
You may absolutely loathed the man but it didnât change the fact that the way his muscles flexed in his back and biceps in the reflection of the mirror behind him as he pummeled you with his fists sent your mind reeling with thoughts of how those toned muscles would feel under your hands, your lips, your tongue.
Why couldnât this man wear a goddamned shir-
He strikes you hard in the chest despite you being bent over and at rest and you stagger back in shock, the force of it having you struggling to maintain your balance and remain upright. Your temporary disorientation allows him the opportunity to wrap his right arm around your neck and pull you into a sleeper hold.
âWanna tell me why you keep lookinâ in that mirror?â He breathes against your ear, his tone assuring you that thereâs a smirk creeping across his stupid fucking face.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You pant through gritted teeth, jerking your shoulders against his arm, working to free yourself from his chokehold.
He shakes his head, a sardonic laugh rumbling up from his chest as his forearm tightens across your windpipe. âTap out.â He orders. âYou canât fucking handle me, princess. You donât belong in the field. Youâre weak. Itâs pathetic.â His voice is low and cruel as you continue to struggle. âYouâre gonna get yourself killed, or worse- get one of us killed.â
Rage simmers in your belly at his comment but the shame you feel from the truth of it is evident in the crimson blush creeping across your face.
He was right again.
You were weak.
Thatâs exactly why Tony had scheduled you to spar with him. Had you not been explicitly instructed to have training sessions by Tony Stark himself, you wouldnât be caught dead alone in a room Bucky fucking Barnes and his smug ass attitude. It was no secret that this man was the bane of your existence, taking every opportunity to pick a fight and belittle you in front of everyone regardless of the time, place or context.
Unfortunately when it came to hand to hand combat, he was the most skilled out of anyone else on the team. so it made sense to pair you with him for training despite how much you had protested the idea. As you spent the last hour getting taunted and insulted while simultaneously having your ass handed to you, you couldnât help but feel like Tony was just putting you in a room with him for his own amusement.
The anger overtakes the shame and you grit your teeth, bringing your head forward before slamming it back into his face with all the strength you could muster, pain erupting across the crown of your head. Bucky releases you, stunned and furious, bringing his fingertips up to swipe away the trickle of blood that trailed from his nostril. He lifts his gaze to meet yours, his cerulean eyes narrowing.
âA fucking headbutt? Are you kidding me?â He shouts, advancing on you. âYouâre supposed to grab onto your opponentâs arm, bend your knees, sidestep and roll me off your back! Have you paid attention to anything Iâve told you?â He asks, leaning over you with a menacing glare. âYou couldâve given yourself a goddamn concussion, you idiot!â
You scoff, stepping up on your tiptoes in an attempt to to make yourself appear taller, more confident but you nearly shrink right back down when the scent of his cologne mingled with the musk of his sweat hits your nostrils.
Goddamnit, he smells like cedarwood and sin.
âI was paying attention! Do you really expect me to be able to roll your big ass over my back? Thatâs impossible!â You argue.
âBullshit. Youâre distracted. Youâve been distracted this entire time.â He growls, prodding a finger into your chest.
âDonât fucking touch me.â You threaten, moving to swat his hand away but heâs quicker and snatches your wrist.
âDonât touch you?â
Bucky leans down further and you stiffen at his sudden closeness.
âI think you like when I touch you.â He taunts, tightening his metal hand around your wrist and spinning you away from him to face the line of mirrors across the wall.
âFuck you, Barnes.â
âYou want to, donât you?â He asks in a low voice as he leans in behind you, trailing his flesh hand up your abdomen and closing it around your throat. You donât reply, unable to form a coherent thought when his body dwarfs yours, towering over you from behind. He closes in, pressing his bare, sweat slicked chest against your upper back, drawing a sharp breath from your lungs when the length of his hard cock in his gym shorts settles against the curve of your ass.
âI think you forget.â He whispers, the light stubble across his jaw brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks.
âSuper soldier. Iâm enhanced. My senses are enhanced.â
His hand tightens around your throat, your pulse fluttering against his palm.
âI can hear your heartbeat, princess.â He taunts, his breathy chuckle fanning against your skin before he nips at your earlobe and goosebumps prickle across your skin.
âI can smell how badly your cunt is aching for me.â
Your eyes widen in response to his brazen statement and you make a move to step out of his hold but he splays his large hand across your stomach and tuts at you.
âDonât try to deny it.â He whispers, his metal hand slowly working its way down your body. âYou know, itâs funny. You say you hate me, but your bodyâs betraying you.â His cool fingers tease at the waistband of your leggings and your breath hitches, your eyes slipping shut.
âI bet if I were to just-â
Your hand catches his wrist before his fingers can trek any further and you shake your head. âNo.â You mumble, opening your eyes and connecting your gaze with his in the mirror.
âWhy?â He asks, brushing his lips against your neck. You tilt your chin up, granting him further access and he chuckles against your skin when you avoid answering his question.
âBecause you donât want to? Or because you hate me so much you donât want me to be right?â He asks quietly.
You open your mouth to reply but the only sound that slips out is a moan when he proceeds to dip his fingers beneath your waist band, ghosting a finger across your slick folds.
âThatâs what I thought.â He whispers, gathering your arousal on your fingers and tracing them along your clit in slow, deliberate circles.
âJesus, Princess. Youâre so fucking wet.â
You groan, trying desperately to remind yourself just how much you loathe this man but every brush of his fingers against your clit pulls you further and further away from logic.
Fuck it.
You arch your back against him and hook your thumbs in your waistband, tugging your leggings and panties down and kicking them aside in a hurry. Your eyes are completely fixed on the mirror, staring at his hand cupping your cunt and you place your hand atop his, guiding his metal fingers towards your entrance.
âOh, is that right?â He teases, his finger poised at your weeping hole but denying you of what you so desperately want.
âI had a hunch when you couldnât take your eyes off my reflection earlier but now I know for sure.â
You grit your teeth in frustration, exhaling sharply through your nose. âI hate you.â You whisper harshly, grinding your backside against his erection.
âI know.â
He sinks a single metal finger into your wet heat and you gasp at the sensation, keeping your eyes locked on your reflection as he pumps into you, his breath growing heavy against your neck as he adds a second finger, letting out a low groan when heâs met with resistance.
âYouâre so fucking tight.â He murmurs, grazing his teeth along the tender flesh of your neck.
âI'm gonna have to open you up, princess.â
You whimper, your head falling back to rest against his shoulder as he scissors his fingers inside your cunt, massaging your inner walls and working to add a third finger. A cry escapes your throat at the intrusion, your hand flying up and carding in his hair to steady yourself.
âIâm gonna bury my cock in this tight little cunt.â He purrs, rocking his fingers into you, his palm grinding against your clit and your impending orgasm causing your pussy to flutter around his fingers. He grips your jaw and roughly tilts your head back down to look in the mirror. âYou're gonna watch me when I make you come.â He growls, fucking his fingers into you at a steady pace, your arousal creating an obscene squelch with every pump of his hand.
Your eyes trail up the reflection of your body as it writhes in pleasure under his touch and your eyes connect with his. Your mouth falls open, a broken cry falling from your lips as your walls clench around his fingers and you break under the gaze of his blue, lust-blown eyes. He hums, his grip on your jaw loosening and he turns your head, capturing your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss as he withdraws his fingers from inside you. âTake my cock out.â He murmurs against your lips, his low voice carrying demand while grasping your wrist and guiding your hand to palm the aching erection tented in his gym shorts.
You donât hesitate to follow his instruction, reaching under his waistband and curling your hand around him, letting out whine when you realize you canât close your hand completely around his girth.
âI told you.â He whispers, peppering kisses across your jaw. âI needed to open you up for me.â
You release a shuddered breath and he pushes down on the small of your back to urge you to lean forward, his metal fingers tracing along your shoulder and down your arm to settle atop your hand. He brings it to the mirror, interlocking your fingers with his and pressing it against the glass.
âIâm not gonna be gentle. You know that, right?â He asks in a low voice, dragging the head of his cock along your slick folds. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and choke back a moan as he releases your hand and widens his stance.
You watch as his eyes drop to your ass, his large palm resting flat against it to hold you steady while he grasps the base of his cock and presses himself against your entrance. You raise your other hand to the mirror, leaning forward with a bowed head and brace yourself against it as the sweet sting of him stretching you steals the air from your lungs.
âI donât want you to be.â You breathe out, lifting your head weakly and connecting your gaze with his as he settles his hands on your waist.
No sooner than the words leave your mouth, heâs drawing his hips back, withdrawing almost completely before he slams back into you with bruising force. You let out a strangled cry, your eyes rolling back as he thrusts into you at a merciless pace.
A harsh slap to your ass directs your attention back up to his reflection where his hungry eyes are still fixated on you.
âI thought I told you to watch me when I make you come.â He grunts, pulling a sharp breath from you as he snaps his hips forward and kisses your cervix with the tip of his weeping cock. He slides his hand down across your pubic bone and slips it down between your folds to tease your throbbing clit. His fingers work quick, tight circles across your sensitive bud, igniting a fire low in your belly and spreading heat under your skin.
âYou like that, huh?â He taunts, his voice low and husky as he fucks into you with unrelenting tempo. âYou like to watch yourself when youâre getting fucked, donât you? Kinky little slut.â
âBucky, I-â
You lose your words in a choked sob, arching your back as your cunt spasms and contracts around his cock, your knees threatening to buckle under the wave of euphoria crashing over your body.
âThatâs right Princess, come all over my cock.â He moans, his hips stuttering as he trails his fingers away from your swollen clit.
He digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your waist, chasing his orgasm in deep, brutal thrusts, his heavy sack slick with your release, slapping against your skin with every jerk of his hips.
âFuck, Iâm gonna come.â He grunts, his rhythm growing sloppy and erratic as his muscles tense.
He pulls out abruptly and you lock eyes in the mirror one last time, his brows knitting and his lips parting as he curses your name, frantically fucking his fist and painting your ass with thick ropes of cum.
You press your forehead against the cool glass before you as you work to catch your breath and itâs silent for several long, uncomfortable minutes before you hear the faint rustle of him tugging up his shorts.
You straighten up and turn around to see him moving towards you with his gym bag slung over his shoulder and his t-shirt in his hand.
âGood session.â He says flatly, tossing his t-shirt at you and you catch it, your brows furrowing in confusion. The corners of his mouth twitch up into a smug smirk and he gestures towards your sticky ass.
âI hate you.â You mutter, shame rising up your cheeks in a deep blush as you wipe yourself angrily with his t-shirt.
âI know.â He replies, not bothering to hide the amusement in his voice while he turns to leave.
âSame time tomorrow!â He shouts over his shoulder, leaving you alone, ashamed and naked in the gym.
Goddamnit, you fucking hate him.
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đđđđđđđđđ đđ đđđđđđđ... | sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, kaiser micheal
part two with reo, rin and bachira soon!!
plot: you're in a nonpublic relationship, but one gesture in particular blows your cover <3
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â sae itoshi
That you had always been attracted to impossible things was not unknown: as a child you loved unicorns, one of the most imaginative and magical creatures ever. You believed you could love even something impossible, and the same thing had more or less happened when you met your boyfriend, Sae Itoshi. Sae was something impossible, out of your reach for the simple fact that you were a very normal person when he was one of the most famous U-20 soccer players in the world and, above all, of the moment
Sae was impossible, and you had always liked the impossible. That's how you liked to tell your mother when she asked how you ended up in a relationship with him. Known for a big misunderstanding in a public laundry, for a reason still unknown to you, fate had decided that this was not the last time you would see each other
The choice had come when Sae had explicitly asked you for it: not that he was ashamed of you or anything like that, but fame brings negative things as well as positive ones. One of them was privacy. Although after years he was used to invasions of privacy even during a walk, he didn't want to ruin what had always been normality for you. So no one, other than your families and a few friends of yours, knew about you two
And so, a little over a year after you had made it official only to your families that you were together as a couple, the thing that was impossible for you was how your cover was still standing. You didn't mind being in a nonpublic relationship, in fact you found it more pleasant and intimate, but Sae was famous all over the world: you knew that sooner or later everything would collapse like a house of playing cards
And evidently that day was today
"So, who is she?" his teammate asks again, the Spanish accent thick in every word. Your fingers tighten around the handles of his sports bag, desperately searching for a way that doesn't confirm what practically everyone in the room has already assumed. 10 pairs of eyes stare at you curiously, waiting for either you or Sae to speak and make up an excuse that they can deny
The last match that ReAl had won against an equally Spanish team had ended less than an hour ago. It was Valentine's Day, and the stadium where the match was played had made VIP seats available to which only the players partners could access. The partners had a card previously given by the boyfriends which gave the possibility of walking in certain areas of the stadium, one of which was the locker room. You had remained in the popular stands for the entire match, and after the end you had decided to use your VIP pass, which Sae had given you a few days before, to go and congratulate and surprise him. You had purposely waited a full hour to get in just so all the other teammates would leave, but apparently something had been holding them back
The players didn't know you, it was a secret relationship after all. The partners who usually came to see their boyfriends knew each other, and Sae was still the only one no one had ever seen with a girl. Everything fit with the perfect fall of the cover that you had so carefully supported
"umh" you stutter embarrassed. The most damning proof you have is undoubtedly the Sae sports bag you have in your hands, which stands out for its black color instead of the white and red that ReAl uses. You take a few steps back, not knowing at all how to escape the situation, much less where Sae is, who you don't even see in the locker room. His stuff is here, his teammates are here, but where is he dammit?
"We've never eaten anyone, or at least off the field" says a boy who gets up, making the rest of his teammates laugh. You recognize him for being a braggart that Sae tells you about every now and then, who has 100 girls and every game brings a new one. You roll your eyes at the tasteless joke, trying not to let your annoyance show
"I probably went to the wrong locker room, please excuse me..." you say turning on your heel, heading towards the exit, but the boy's hand grabs your wrist just enough to make you immobilize "It's not a problem, you don't have to apologize. But I don't think you're here by mistake..." the boy says laughing cheerfully, and really, you don't understand all his humor. You try to free yourself from the grip on the wrist, but the soccer player doesn't seem to give in as he makes some of his teammates laugh with sleazy jokes
âCould you let go of my wrist?â you say trying to sound polite, but he shakes his head "We need to figure out who your boyfriend is first! Victor, is she your girlfriend?" the boy asks, making you turn towards another guy, who obviously shakes his head "Sanchez, is this yours?" he asks another again, and you can't explain why you have to suffer such humiliating treatment if you haven't actually done anything wrong
"Arion, is it your-" the boy says, but someone interrupts him "She's my girlfriend."
Everyone turns towards the voice, including you: Sae, fresh out of the shower wearing sweatpants and a simple towel around his neck, peeks out from the locker room showers. His eyes waver a little at seeing you here, surprised at the whole situation and above all not understanding how you ended up here. He tilts his head, his usual apathetic look at the boy next to you "You should let go her wrist" he says taking a few steps forward, the usual nonchalance typical of his character. "Oh! Oh, yes" says the boy, immediately pulling away, taking a few steps back. The grip on your wrist releases, easing the pressure you had built up. You breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time remember what situation you are in: the relationship that you had covered for so long has just come to light
You look up at Sae, who you think is the least bit angry, but there isn't a shred of anger in his face, in fact, he almost seems relieved. He comes in front of you, taking his sports bag that you had in your hands "Thanks. Two minutes and we can go" he says putting it back on the floor, putting a clean t-shirt on and putting the towel back on in his black bag. You look at him embarrassed, not daring to look at any of his teammates who have remained silent in the meantime
Sae stands up, holding his bag with one hand and grabbing yours with the other, letting your palms and fingers connect "Let's go" he says, nodding his head. You leave the locker room, everyone's gaze still on you. Start walking towards the back of the stadium, heading towards the car parks dedicated to the players cars. A slight, uncomfortable silence hangs between you two, and you wonder if he's simply thinking of a way to restore everything to how it was and make your relationship nonpublic again
"It wasn't that bad anyway. You can ask your teammates to just shut up" you say, looking down, but a light squeeze on your hand makes you look up in his direction âHuh?â he asks, and you try to sound clearer "For the relationship. You can tell your classmates not to talk-" you say, but he cuts you off even before you finish "Do you want to make it nonpublic again?" he asks, and you find yourself thinking about it
Being nonpublic had never been a problem for you, you appreciated that Sae cared so much about your privacy. On the other hand, your privacy never really mattered much to you: you wanted to walk with him and hold his hand even in front of a crowd, not pretend not to know him as often happened. If being with him meant sacrificing something, you would have done so immediately and without even thinking about
âI'm actually okay with being public-â you say and at the same moment you see him sigh more calmly âWhat is it?â you ask curiously "I've been waiting a long time to ask you this. But I didn't want to seem hypocritical since I asked you to make it nonpublic" Sae says, and almost immediately you smile at his words
The impossible was something that actually often actually happened. It had happened that you got dating to the prodigy of Japan, and it was happening now when you were officially made his girlfriend for all his fans and the world
â shidou ryusei
âYou went too far as usualâ you say, rolling your eyes, albeit amused. Shidou chuckles, buttoning up the buttons that hide your chest âYou should be used to itâ he says looking up after finishing his work. You laugh softly, still amazed at how you let yourself be dragged into such a situation. But then you think about it and you understand that avoiding these situations with your boyfriend is far too difficult. Shidou cups your face in his hands, tilting your head slightly to look at his beautiful work: two red and purple marks stand out from many other small ones. He observes them with a certain pride, stroking the bite mark he left on you with his thumb
âI don't think this was the break the director intendedâ you say, walking towards the door, reluctantly releasing the grip Shidou had. You hear him murmuring something, but you don't pay attention to it as you brush your hair to the side, leaving the hickeys on your neck visible: you have to walk in an empty corridor and you're hot, so you're not at risk. You place your hand on the doorknob, headed to exit and return to the car, but you are petrified when the entire corridor turns out to be filled with journalists
You stand there, motionless, and Shidou appears behind you, also intending to leave. He stands still, but less shocked, a few steps behind you. Everyone turns in your direction, and an awkward silence hangs in the narrow space delimited by the walls. Many, if not all, notice the red marks on your neck and there are more than a few surprised expressions. Some cameras turn towards you, some journalists take their microphones in case the situation requires them
And you immediately regret having, for the umpteenth time, indulged Shidou's shitty ideas. You knew you had to wait for him in the car so that he could go home with you at the end of the interview, but his messages had convinced you that there was no harm in sneaking out for a few minutes. While you were waiting he had sent you messages telling you that his interview was late and that the director had advised him to go to a private room to relax before his shift. He had asked you to come in to keep him company, that you could sneak in for a few minutes since the corridors were empty, and that he simply needed you. And so you found yourself against the wall with your boyfriend's lips on your neck, killing time until his interview
But evidently something had gone wrong with the program in mind, because now you had more than 100 journalists waiting their turn and now they had a front page story. You and him had been together for a while, and the agreement between you was to keep your relationship nonpublic for a while because the media often went heavy on their idols partners
But the cover seemed to have been blown
"Shidou, Shidou Ryusei? With a mysterious girl?" says a journalist, directing the microphone at you "The king of the penalty area with a woman?" someone else says, and from then on you just hear everyone else making up name after name as they try to get some information out of you two
"Holy shit" you whisper to yourself, covering your hickeys with your hair, even though everyone has noticed them by now. You die of embarrassment at all these eyes staring at you, and the best option at the moment seems to be going back into the room and hoping that this is all just a trick your mind is playing on you. You knew that sooner or later you would make it official, but you didn't think this way and especially with you in these conditions. It all looked perfectly like the most colossal figure of shit the human lifeform had ever seen in this shitty life
You look for Shidou, but when you turn you can't find him anymore. You wonder if he seriously followed the advice to go back to the room and hope it's all a dream, but you know that's not your man's style: instead you feel your shoulders surrounded by his arm, which promptly squeezes you to the point of keeping you by your side alongside. You turn towards him, and on his face you notice that his usual smirk that never leads to anything good. Something's about to explode
"Ladies, gentlemen! One at a time, please" he says loudly, and the attention they previously had on you shifts to him, who has always dominated the scene better in a frighteningly natural way "This racket for WHAT? Two red marks? You've never seen worse, then" he says, and as you thought his joke provokes a small laugh from everyone
The journalists try to get the best place in front of you, and perplexed you turn to Shidou "Don't do anything I might regret" you say almost in a whisper, but he grins "Let me do it, babe. I tied them to my finger like fish to a fishing line" he says confidently, and it's his confidence that worries you. Some journalist raises the microphone, firing off questions that you don't even understand because of the speed. Shidou still doesn't understand them, and after several attempts he gives up; he waves his hand, moving the microphones away
"I thought I would talk today about my relationship with the beautiful girl in question here, but evidently the scoop will go to you and not to the agency we are in" he says dramatically, as if he actually regretted giving information to others. "What did you want to do?" you whisper perplexed, not knowing that his goal today was to make it official anyway. Shidou turns to you, grabs your waist and bends your back, his chest smeared against his âMedia, meet my fucking beloved girlfriend!â he says, kissing you. Confused, you don't know how to react, but shortly after you give in and respond to the kiss, placing your hand against his face. The journalists explode, the cameras start filming and broadcasting. It's an understatement that you have shocked the media for at least the next few days, but with Shidou in the end everything is unpredictable and without explosions
It wasn't the way you expected to make it official, but as long as it works it's fine, right?
â micheal kaiser
The subtle smell of french fries hung in the air, mixing with the light air that resonated in the club. Everyone's chatting made the evening pleasant, which actually seemed to go too well
Hamburg was huge as a city, Ness himself recognized it, yet he had lived there for a good part of his life before moving to Berlin on the campus of Bastard Munchen. You had been here a few other times, and you had fallen in love with the small and cute clubs that the city offered
When you returned to the hotel room with Kaiser you had begged him to go out tonight, since you had arrived you had spent all your time at training or at the match, which had ended with the victory of the German team. And Kaiser has little chance of telling you no, it's something he just can't do: so, a few hours later, you and other team members found yourself in a club celebrating the victory. Sitting next to him you were calm, after all he was your boyfriend and his team knew about you two, unlike the rest of the world. However, being in a public place the only affectionate gesture you could allow yourself was his hand on your thigh, covered by the table and which no stranger could see
Everything was going well: Bastard Munchen had won today, tomorrow morning you would return home and take a few days break from being the team manager. Everything was perfect
But obviously perfection, even if sweated with difficulty and attention, does not last long
You were chatting with a team member when, from afar, you noticed a group of guys watching you. It was nothing new, the players were famous and you were also quite well known thanks to your role in the team. Kaiser notices the same thing, tilting his face towards the small crowd "You're wanted" you say jokingly, and he snorts in a mock annoyed way: you know how much he actually loves this attention from fans, which feeds his big ego. The guys step forward, followed by others and yet others, until the table is surrounded by all the guys shyly asking for an autograph or a photo
The group, made up of a girl and two boys, approaches Kaiser asking to take a photo. He accepts, reluctantly lifting the contact of his hand on your thigh, and you can read his slight annoyance in his cerulean eyes. You giggle a little at seeing him annoyed, but you don't let it show
Then, the dinner that was supposed to be quiet and a way to spend time with your boyfriend turns out to be yet another time when public life comes before private life; it doesn't make you sad though, because seeing Kaiser happy while talking to his fans makes you happy too
You stay to eat your chips and chat with Ness, who unlike Kaiser only had to sign a few quick autographs, and every now and then you glance at Kaiser who stayed behind to talk to the group of people. You notice how completely comfortable he seems, so you don't worry
But then something reaches your ear
"We are moving to another club to spend the rest of the night, would you join us?" a boy says, and the rest of the group nods. Kaiser is used to these somewhat sudden questions, fans often cross the line almost without wanting to "I can't guys. The team is celebrating together tonight" he says playing with a lock of his blue hair, and you try to be indiscreet in listening to the conversation
"What a shame..." says a boy, and Kaiser chuckles "I know guys. Maybe next time" he says, and he seems about to go back to the table, when the girl stops him by taking a few steps forward "Or maybe there's is it a girl you're waiting for?" the woman asks, and you immediately turn towards their direction, trying not to cough up what's in your mouth for the surprise
You see Kaiser a little perplexed, you notice it from the way he tilts his head trying to come up with an excuse that seems convincing "Maybe. But I shouldn't tell you, guys" he says, and this time you're the one who's perplexed
You see him turn towards you, just enough to give you a brief wink that you notice all too well. You pretend like you didn't see him, turning away, but you really don't understand where he's going with his speech. You've been together for quite a while and it's always been confidential for a matter of convenience, being nonpublic you had many pros but at the same time many cons. And at the time you had never talked about making it public, as much as you actually wanted to be like this
"Really? Are you in a relationship?" the boy asks, and Kaiser smiles satisfied "I don't know. Do you think I have it?" he asks, and everyone immediately nods "There are rumors that you are dating the German model who is always on the front page of Vogue" says one, but the other corrects him "What are you saying! He could be dating the girl he was spotted with last week passed in front of the city's cathedral" says the other, and you see in Kaiser's gaze an amusement you've never seen before. You nervously bite your nail, not knowing what he's doing and above all why he didn't complete the conversion a few minutes ago. What the fuck is going on?
"You're both wrong! The rumors all agree that he's dating the manager of Bastard Munchen, have you seen how they look at each other? Or how she's always the first one he greets when the players take the field?" says the girl very convinced, placing her hands on her waist
It is at that moment when all your beliefs fall away. You thought you hadn't made the situation so obvious, but evidently you failed
You turn towards them again, trying to hide the blush that you now know has taken up residence on your cheeks. Kaiser claps his hands happily "Right! I'm waiting for her" he says, and everyone in the group's jaw drops "Are you serious? Are you seriously with the manager?" the boy asks, and he nods. You notice too late how the girl, peeking out from Kaiser's figure, has noticed you: you hide your face by looking down, but it's too late now
"But she's here!" the girl says, and Kaiser rolls his eyes as if he hadn't noticed you âI know. My girlfriend, yu-hu Y/n!â he says, raising his hand to greet you as if he hadn't just dropped a bombshell on a mere group of fans. You raise your face trying to look as calm as possible, as if everything is actually normal and your heart isn't going 100 times faster than normal. Kaiser comes closer, sitting next to you again and putting his arm around your shoulders, while the group looks at you surprised but happy "I don't like to keep my girlfriend waiting, guys. Have a good evening though!" he says, cuddling while you are literally trying not to start screaming
The guys nod, both saying goodbye and thanking Kaiser for his time. When they leave, you turn to him with the reddest face ever "What did you just do?!" you ask in surprise, but with his free hand he caresses your arm, making slow and gentle movements "Doing what I should have done a long time ago. Isn't it better this way, Schatz?" he asks. You suppress the urge to insult him, because the truth is, you too would have liked to make it official a long time ago
âDo you know that now you will have to confirm this to the whole world and not just to one group?â you ask with a sigh, relaxing the nerves that have been on edge for minutes. He smirks, nodding as he grabs his phone âI've had a post ready on Instagram for a while. It's been in the drafts for a long time, how about I post it now?â he asks, and you curse yourself for never being able to be mad at him
You both had each other's fingers tied, it was too obvious by now. Maybe it really was time to share your love with the world and not just with the team, as it has been until now
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Feeder 86: The Top Ten
Can you believe that the Feeder86 âOrginal Gainer Storiesâ blog will soon be posting the two hundredth story? I thought of many ways to celebrate. But then I stopped and realised that I would probably be best using the time to address one of the questions I get asked about most frequently. Which of the stories do I personally like the most?
This was not an easy list to make as I very rarely go back to re-read my own work after I have finished editing and posting them. This is not because I do not like them, but because I always see bits that I want to change. Nevertheless, this project was the perfect opportunity to revisit a few oldies that I remember being very proud of at the time.Â
Hopefully you will see this list for what it is: a glimpse into how I write, my motivations and drive; rather than just a self indulgent pat on the back for myself. Yuck!
So, with that being said, let us begin...
#10 The Feedersâ Formula: This tale certainly had to be placed into the list. After all, it is the one that kicked off âOriginal Gainer Storiesâ all those years ago. There are many amazing examples of instant body weight transformation stories out there. I felt that I needed to write this one as my contribution to the genre. It went down well at the time. I swiftly wrote a Part Two, then followed it up with others (The Feedersâ Formation, The Feedersâ Formalities, The Feedersâ Foreclosure, The Feedersâ Forecast, The Feedersâ Former Years), becoming something of an ongoing saga in recent years; focusing on the different Feeders from that very first meeting. As a writer who sometimes struggles to find the ending, these are wonderful to write as they all have the same inevitable conclusion. There is also so much freedom to be had when youâre working with characters who are pretty much pure evil. I know so much more about the Feeders than Iâve ever written down, so it is great to tease out those little details with each new installment. The newest of these tales (The Feedersâ Foreplay) was the darkest yet, but seems to have provoked a very favourable reaction from many. Who knows what the Feeders may get up to next? I do! And you can find out too, once we start a whole new sweeps season of stories this April! Come with me into The Feeders' Fortress!
#9 Only One: Where do I start? Only One has my absolute favourite type of feeder. Ben is big, sexy and very in control. Heâs one of those rare types of guys who always stays on top and is a step ahead of absoultely everyone he meets. Who wouldnât fall for him? I certainly did! In fact, I loved him so much that I wrote an entire prequel for him (and none of you even noticed!) Check out Rewire if you want to see how Ben became the man we know and love.
#8 The Wright Boys: The idea of a weight gain that cannot be stopped or controlled is a tempting one for many. How much easier would it be if you didnât have to second guess your choices or face the pressure to lose weight? This was the first tale of what I see as âThe Cursesâ saga that eventually bled into many other stories (including another one on this list!) and culminated in Wright vs Beckett. However, this story remains my personal favourite of these. If youâre a fan of looking for crossovers between my stories, these are some of the most explicitly linked. I followed it up with a spin-off tale (The Wright Boys: DNA), but continue to have ideas about how I could go back to these boys in the future. Watch this space.
#7 Making Monsters: The title of this story really does give away how I felt about it at the time. This is quite the saga, spread over into not just two, but three parts! It began as a story that was very similar to Blackmailed; a tale that I had written previously about a guy voyeristically enjoying seeing his friend fatten up her boyfriend. However, this story evolved even further for me, with Tommyâs love of eating and gaining weight being both his greatest love, and his biggest shame. His denial only heightened the tension for me, and, when he does eventually give in, the gains feel all the more satisfying as a result.
#6 The Pig Feed: Itâs not easy to write a gainer story where there isnât another character spurring the events along and encouraging things. In this tale however, that role is given to a very tasty and surprisingly addictive pig feed mixture that Steve gets himself hooked on. Itâs a story that I really enjoyed writing and still feel very happy with. I have considered writing more stories around this interesting feed. However, I am yet to do so; deciding (for now at least) that things are perhaps best left as they are. But, feel free to let me know your thoughts on this.
#5 Farm Boy: Whether you grew up in a big city, or a small rural community, like Hayden in this story, we can all relate to having desires and attractions that those around us donât understand. And, thanks to how well connected we are these days, we now know what itâs like to realise that youâre not actually alone, and the whirlwind of excited emotions that follow. I enjoyed writing this story because I, quite simply, fell completely in love with Hayden. As kinky as he was, he still retained that fresh faced innocence throughout. If any of my characters were destined to be together forever, I imagine that these two would be my top choice.
#4 Keeping a Crush: This is one of those stories that I wrote in a matter of hours, and I was so pleased with it when I was done. Getting the train to go to work is not necessarily something that many Americans have to do, and so the location had to be switched to the UK (quite refreshing, I thought!). For me, itâs one of those really rare instances where placing very solid restrictions on the structure of a story (In this case, having it all take place during the commute to and from work) and finding that it actually elevates the sexual tension and mood. All scenes take place in public settings. All conversations could, in theory, be overheard. These days, so many people meet online and flirt for weeks by messaging back and forth, before they even see each other for the first time. Nowadays, for better or for worse, the actual, real fantasy is finding a connection with someone you just see in the real world; perhaps with a person you literally just met on the way to work...
If youâve not read this one, I really would highly recommend it.
#3 To the Max: Stories with a magical element to them are either loved or hated. However, I find that this tale walks that line very successfully. Ned gets his hands on a love potion and makes straight guy, Max, fall for him. Iâm sure weâve all been there with that fantasy! However, it is in the consequences of inviting someone into your life, someone that you actually know very little about, that the entire eroticism of this story is based. I wonât spoil it for those who have not read it, but believe me when I say that things soon start getting very interesting indeedâŚ
#2 Tommyâs Two Hundred. Donât recognise this one? Well, that's because none of you have read it yet.Â
Now, Iâm not just saying this because I want you all to come back for the two hundreth story, but this is genuinely one of my absolute favourites. For my big milestone stories in the past, I have written something specifically for that event (Wright vs Beckett, The Seven Feeders of Finn). However, this is just a tale that I adored writing and decided to hold back for you all, especially for this occasion. Itâs a story of domination and submission within a fairly open, but very kinky, relationship. Strapping Hunter plays the part of a very controlling feeder, making me break many of my own rules and stretching my boundaries to the absolute limits. Youâll either love him, or youâll hate him. Thatâs all Iâm going to sayâŚ
Also, this story is going to be the first Feeder86 story that will be fully illustrated. Itâs all thanks to the amazing talents of Spellwell9 who was given an advanced copy and asked to imagine the characters in four different scenes. I cannot wait for you to see this!
Put it in your diary. All will be revealed from Friday 5th AprilâŚ
#1 F80 Control: This is perhaps a controvercial choice (especially as my #1). I have previously admitted that this story strays a little from its purpose of being a gainer story. In other words, I get very caught up in the background story that is being told. However, I feel that the science fiction genre is surprisingly underused in tales of weight gain. Yet, the combination of Aritificial Intelligence and submission seemed, to me, to be the perfect blend. It really is a beast of a story if you can follow it all the way through to its conclusion.Â
With the advent of improved artificial intelligence software in recent years, I felt the time was right to develop the world further, with the addition of F80 Ctrl Alt Del; a spin-off tale set slightly before the main story. Then, unable to help myself, I followed this up again with another companion story, F80: Kidnap and Control.Â
The reason I chose this universe as my favourite is because this is where I am happiest writing. With AI, I donât need to consider the morality or motivations - I know exactly what their aims are and I can see multiple ways in which it will cause conflict with humanity (and their waistlines!) I would also love to write more for this world one day, and I even left a little unused subplot in the last story that I think would provide the perfect starting-off point for another chapter. Will I ever write it? Well, weâll have to wait and seeâŚ
So, there you have it! The the complete list!
This was a much harder exercise than I expected when I first embarked upon it. Stories like: Jiggle the Jock, Meticulous, Rule Number One, Freaks, Leftovers I and II, Ethan: The Secret Feeder and, not fogetting The Consequences I, II and III all crept in and out of the list, unfortunatley missing out on the final cut. There are many, many others, of course. But this list cannot go on forever...
So, why not tell me which ones were your favourites? Feel free to write in the comments and post a link to any other stories that you have enjoyed from myself, or from other authors. Hopefully, if we all work together, this could become a great resource for people in the future, filled with signposts and reccommendations. Â
Also, donât forget the Feeder86 Contents page where you can find links and descriptions of all the 200 stories posted so far (as well as plot outlines for upcoming tales as well). Please continue to enjoy the vast catalogue of stories, and even have a go yourself! I love supporting the many new gainer fiction writers who contact me. So please do get in touch if you need advice, or to talk through your ideas. Letâs all encourage a whole new generation of people to get typing away! Iâm sure you will cheer them on just as much as I will.
Thank you to everyone who supports the stories blog here on Tumblr. Keep checking in every Friday througout April for a whole new sweeps season to celebrate this milestone. Stories will include: Tommy's Two Hundred, Train for a Gain, The Feeders' Fortress and The 1% (a companion story to The 5%). For now, I thank you all for taking time out to sit and read the very bizarre tales that sprout from my mind. You are all wonderful.
Happy 200 stories!
Feeder86
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One of the most tragic things about demons in KNY is that theyâre explicitly bastardizations of their human selves, twisted or malformed into something actively malicious.
Akaza, for example, originally sought strength as a way to provide and protect for his loved ones;
His father, and Koyuki.
He hates the weak because â to him â the weak are the kind who donât confront you head on and use underhanded tactics. Theyâre ugly, they lack forbearance, and give into desperation too easily;
They give into the voices in their heads that say they have to hurt others to appease themselves.
This includes the men who laughed at or scorned his ailing father, the members of the dojo who poisoned the well, and the version of himself who killed 67 people for it. Who bloodied his masterâs beloved martial arts and the very memory of his father, Keizo, and Koyuki. He wanted to become strong to outgrow that kind of weakness, and he forgot that when he became a demon. His goal became an obsession with strength just for the sake of it, rather than to provide and protect.
This, I believe, is the reason why he offers demonization to â at the very least â people like Rengoku and Giyuu. A part of him recognizes a similar motivation in them, and (because the demon half of him believes his current self to be the culmination of his efforts) he offers them his supposed salvation. A way to continue seeking power far beyond what a human can manage.
His goal survives where his accessible memory died with his corruption;
He subconsciously incorporated his loved ones into his very being as a demon.
A thing that remains consistent across the demons in KNY, with the hand demon and his memory of running home while holding his brotherâs hand, the temari demon and her desire to play, and so on so forth. Itâs horribly tragic.
But the part that stands out to me is the fact that this seems to apply to Muzan Kibutsuji too, because his desire to live past his disease when he was human manifested into an obsession with immortality as a demon. It didnât matter that he was healthier than heâd ever been, the sun could still harm him and so he wasnât perfect just yet. Thatâs why he searched so desperately for a demon who would either survive the sun or could become a part of the twelve waxing or waning moons who would protect him while he looked.
Fascinatingly, both he and Upper Moon One (Kokushibo) overlook the immortality of the memento mori philosophy. They focused on how they specifically could live on, forgetting that their knowledge and their history could be passed down and used or remembered by the people after them. Maybe thatâs why they hated Yorichii so much â because he looked at the future where he would be forgotten and thought that he would love nothing more then to be a simple footnote in this long, arduous journey to their victory.
The Ubayashiki and many of the demon slayers in between felt similarly, giving their lives for the cause and knowing that someone else would one day do what they sought to do⌠that the world would eventually heal from demons altogether.
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say my name and everything just stops || gojo satoru x reader
synopsis: You welcome Gojo back after a mission that lasted longer than expected.
(He fucks you on your desk)
word count: 2.6k
genre: canon compliant, smut
cw: porn with some plot, porn with feelings, vaginal sex, fingering, gojo is a tease, light angst, some fluff too, reader is afab, implied fwb, gojo calls reader sensei but they're both teachers
a/n: just a little thing for fun and practice :) enjoy!
more gojo x reader here
Though the sun is setting outside, youâre still at your desk, dutifully filing paperwork. Youâve dismissed the students a long time ago, of course, but you havenât left the classroom yet. The door sliding open, though you havenât heard any footsteps, has you glancing up, on high alert. The worry dissipates right away when youâre met with familiar white hair, a broad grin, and all-black clothing.
âWell, well, sensei,â Gojo Satoru says as he approaches your desk with a nonchalant pace, hands in his pockets, âworking late, are we?â
âGojo,â you reply, eyes back on the paper sheet in front of you. âHow was your trip?â
âYou know you can just ask Ijichi to do that for you, right?â Gojo continues, now standing in front of your desk. âNo need for you to do all that by yourself.â
âIjichi is busy,â you answer, unperturbed by the way he ignored your question. âYouâve been gone a whole week. Did something go wrong?â
âAw, sensei,â he coos, âwere you worried?â
You put down your pen to look up at him. Youâre always worried, obviously. While youâre a teacher at Jujutsu High, the main role youâre expected to fulfill is that of strategist, to better coordinate group actions. You wouldnât be able to do that without being at least a little paranoid.
It just so happens that you are very paranoid.
Faced with your stare, Gojoâs grin widens.
âWell, I guess they were happy to have me around and they had me fix all the little problems they hadnât been able to get rid of by themselves,â he tells you with a shrug. âIf I didnât do it, no one was going to, so, might as well get everything taken care of in one go.â
Itâs hard not to openly grit your teeth at his words. Youâre not thrilled about the way Gojo just gets used and shipped off to wherever the elders deem fit. You and Shoko, on the other hand, are expected to remain caged in the more âsafeâ properties, all in the name of the greater good. Youâre not sure what good itâs doing. You still know better than to say it out loud.
âYou stopped by Shokoâs before coming here,â you say. Itâs not a question, and his face lights up at it.
âOne day, youâre really going to have to tell me how you do that.â
Itâs not that hard. A light smell of smoke lingers around him; the last button of his shirt is unbuttoned, likely because of an examination; thereâs a pen sticking out of his pocket that you suspect heâs stolen off her desk; and heâs not wearing his usual travel shoes, meaning he changed since coming back to Tokyo, and knowing him, you must have been close to the top of his list of people to see, so you donât think he went home, so Ichiji must have brought them to him at the lab.
You could easily have been wrong, of course. You just made an educated guess, and it worked out well for you.
âI found something weird out there,â he states matter-of-factly. âDidnât need any patching up. Câmon, donât tell me you were worried?â
You roll your eyes and push your chair back to stand up. He should have been back three days ago, and you didnât hear from him. Not that the way your relationship works means you should have. It explicitly doesnât.
âWe donât know what kind of curses are out there,â you say. âAnything could happen.â
âAw,â Gojo says. âBut you know Iâm the strongest. I can take everything they throw at me.â
He says it with such absolute confidence that you want to believe him blindly, but all your instincts rebel at that idea. You canât let yourself think heâs invincible. You canât make your plans based on that idea. Thereâd be too much to lose ifâ ifâ
âWith how gloomy you look, itâs hard to think youâre happy to see me,â Gojo pouts. âAnd here I was, thinking Iâd get a warm welcome backâŚâ
You scoff, fighting the smile that wants to break on your face, then make to move past him. You have no intention of actually leaving of course, but you know thatâ
Of course, the second he thinks youâre getting away from him, he grabs your wrist and twirls you around and into him. His arm wraps around your waist smoothly, presses your chest against his.
âReally? Youâre not even a little bit happy?â He says it lightly, but you donât miss the very light twinge of annoyance in his voice.
You like to think that you are one of the few people that can get a rise out of him.
It goes both way, of course, but now that youâre in his arms, after a week without touching him, anger and fear melt away all too easily, and all you want is him.
You put both of your arms around his neck, and push yourself on your tiptoes to capture his lips. There is a second during which he remains still, as if unsure, no matter how unlike him that would be. Itâs like you donât have him back yet, like thereâs a part of him, of his mind, that is still out there with the curses.
But the moment passes, and then heâs kissing you feverishly. He pushes you back until you hit your desk, then helps lift you on top of it. The papers youâve filled so dutifully fall to the floor, but he doesnât care and neither do you. His warm tongue meets yours and you feel small moans escaping you, which he swallows hungrily. One of his hands sneaks under your shirt, the other pushes up your long skirt as he lifts up one of your legs, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh.
You burry your hand in his hair, try to pull him closer to you, because fuck, youâve missed him, youâve missed the weight of his body on yours, and you want him, you need him to be as close as possible. He groans inside your mouth, and when your other hand moves down to trace his jaw, his neck, the muscles of his shoulders, before trying to unbutton his shirt, it turns into a full whimper.
Unfortunately, that sound also brings you back to reality, and while your body is an inferno right now, you feel your cheeks heating up even more.
âWait, wait, Gojoââ
âSatoru,â he almost growls. Now that youâre trying to speak, he presses open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, then down your neck, sucking and biting lightly at the skin.
âSatoru,â you whine, left with no strength nor desire to fight him on that, âwe shouldnâtâ students couldââ
âTheyâve gone home,â he dismisses your worries easily. âNone of them are going to show up here at this time.â
Heâs hooking his fingers in your panties now, trying to slide them down your legs, but you catch his arm first. Youâre quite the spectacle, breathless and panting, clothes half off. Even then, thereâs that serious light in your eyes that just has him weak in the knees.
âYagaâ Yaga couldââ
âIf you think about it, thatâd be doing him a favor,â Satoru hums. âWould give him some really, really good material, if you ask me.â
He doesnât add that the material in question is all his, and that heâd never let Yaga catch you in the act, just for that reason. He doesnât have to, because his answer makes you laugh softly.
You always laugh for him.
âHe better not find us,â you warn him, as your grasp on his arm relaxes.
âHm, that shouldnât be a problem, as long as a certain someone can keep quietâŚâ
You roll your eyes, and then you pull him back down against your lips to interrupt his laugh.
He manages to get your panties out of the way, and then pushes a long finger inside you. Youâre already so wet for him, he marvels as it slides in easily. He soon follows it with a second one, spreading you open carefully, and thatâs when you throw your head back, closing your eyes and pushing your hand against your mouth to muffle your moan.
âSo youâve really missed me, huh?â he canât help but tease as he chases your mouth. Heâd love nothing more than to hear you loud and clear, but he knows you wonât risk it, no matter how empty the school is right now.
Underneath him, your body trembles, and he canât resist any longer. He pulls his blindfold out of the way, drinking in the most beautiful sight heâs ever beholden. Youâre trying your best not to let the pleasure get to you, but even then, you manage to open an eye to look at him, and youâre met with the stunning blue eyes you wish you could see more often. Something softens inside you, and you reach up to touch his cheek.
âOf course Iâve missed you,â you answer.
Shit. He doesnât know how long he can keep this up. Heâs already rock hard and all heâs done is rock against you. He wanted to take his time with you tonight, because all heâs had the past week is the memory of you, and thatâs nowhere near enough, but itâs not looking like he will last that long.
âYeah?â he insists as his thumb finds your clit and he starts rubbing carefully. âThought about me while I was gone?â
You let out a loud cry, manage to cover your mouth again before another one comes out. Your thighs are trembling around him, and fuck, heâs going to have to fuck you real soon, otherwise heâs just going to burst in his pants without you even touching him, at this point.
âIâve thought of you,â he tells you as he pulls his fingers out of you to get rid of his pants. âThought of how good you feel around me, of how good you sound for me, of how pretty you are when youâre bouncing on my cockâŚâ
He guides his cock against your entrance, presses it against you. You buck your hips, unable to stop yourself, but he doesnât give it to you, not just yet.
âYou really want it that bad, don��t you?â he practically purrs.
âSatoru,â you whine, and oh, if you knew what it does to him when you say his name like that⌠âdonât make me bâ Ah!â
Finally satisfied, he sheathes himself fully inside of you, and fuck, itâs all heâs been dreaming of for days now. Next time he swears heâll come running back to you the second heâs done with the stupid assignment. You reach up for him and he lets you, lets you dig your nails into his shoulder blades as you bury your face in his neck to stifle your moans. His hips set up a lazy pace at first, and you try your best to follow, try to meet him with small movements of your own, before you feel his breath against your ear.
âItâs all good,â he says warmly. âJust let me take care of you, babe. Iâve got you.â
Thatâs when he picks up the pace, and youâre left to writhe underneath him, whimpering his name desperately against his skin like a prayer, Satoru, Satoru, Satoru!
You come, shaking, around him when he brings his fingers to your clit once more, and he doesnât lose a second of it. The high-pitched moan that you just canât hold in, the way your head falls back, how your thighs shake on either side of him, itâs all so perfect. Youâre perfect.
He does his best to let you ride your orgasm on his cock, but he comes inside you just a couple seconds later, unable to last longer. He collapses on top of you, and your labored breathing fills the room. Your hand on his back moves gently, tracing circles on the nape of his neck, gently running through his hair.
âIf youâre not down for a round two just yet, I recommend you stop that,â he mumbles against you, only to regret it immediately, because you do stop.
âWe shouldâ we should take this elsewhere,â you say quietly.
Ah, now thatâs more like it.
âI can call Ichiji and we could do that in the back of the car on the way home,â he offers cheerfully as he gets up, putting the blindfold back in place, though not before he can see you grimace in horror at his suggestion.
âAbsolutely not,â you say firmly, though once more, he was only teasing. Heâd never let Ichiji see you like that. âAlthough, if you could call someone to come clean up in here, just, uh, just in caseâŚâ
Cute.
âDone. Now, about that round twoâŚâ
âElse. Where,â you insist, and you donât fall for his cute pout.
He sighs but takes your hand to help you to your feet, then turns around as he pulls out his phone. Heâs about to hit Ichijiâs number when your fingers on his skin almost bring a shiver out of him.
âShouldnât this be healing?â you ask, frowning, and he realizes youâre talking about the marks youâve left on his back.
âNah, I quite like them, actually,â he grins back. âDonât you?â
Thereâs a lot of unsaid things that hang between the two of you. A lot of things that are better left unsaid. Sadly, youâre too smart for your own good, and you know better. You leave them be.
âI was worried for you,â is what do you say.
Satoruâs expression shifts. The grin vanishes, and you canât see his eyes, so youâre not sure how heâs feeling, not until the corner of his lips lift up in a soft smile.
âThank you,â he says, voice uncharacteristically low.
Then he turns away from you, and heâs as loud and boisterous as ever when Ichiji answers.
Of course. The strongest canât let himself grow soft.
You bend down to pick up your papers, rearrange them neatly on the desk, eyes still on him, on the animated way he moves around the room.
You think youâre more grateful than he knows, for him being back here. Not because heâs the strongest, not because no one gets rid of a curse like he can, but because heâs Satoru. Itâs probably better that way, though. Youâre both too busy for distractions.
With a sigh, you put your papers back on the desk, then start moving towards the exit.
âArenât we going?â you ask Satoru right as youâre reaching the door.
You watch his Adamâs apple bob up and down as he swallows.
âHope you wrote all that down, âcause I need to get out of here,â he says on the phone, and you hear Ichiji protest, but that doesnât stop Satoru from hanging up unceremoniously. He follows you in the hallway, shoulders brushing against yours without quite touching.
âHey, if not in the car, thereâs a supply closet on the first floorââ
âNo.â
âYagaâs office is probablyââ
âAbsolutely not.â
âHow about in my bed?â he asks, right against your ear, breath tickling against your skin. Your cheeks heat up.
ââŚSure.â
He only savors his victory for a second.
âWhat about the couch?â
âDonât push it.â
But he does, and you let him.
How could you not, when you finally have him back?
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A Bill Book related post again. I touched on this the other day when I posted these pages sans-explanation. And I really do still want to make a more coherent post about this, But like
This page is post-betrayal in the original Journal 3 Book
He literally says right here that he's "revealing" the fact that Bill is the name of his muse for the first time.
This should be the first place in the book where Bill is connected to the concept of Being the muse.
And yet. When it comes to the Book of Bill
He NAME DROPS HIM immediately!
Now, the above page takes place before this "My Muse" page chronologically:
Where Ford states that his Muse is his secret. I'd argue that the way he is writing it suggests he's content in having this secret to himself. Could you argue that he must've torn out that "Cipher Speaks" page before writing this one? Hmmmm, maybe. Maybe he had a change in attitude in how to present Bill in his journal at this point.
... EXCEPT. Then we get to THIS Book of Bill page!
He's name dropping Bill! Again! And explicitly calling him his muse! This page takes place sometime after/during the building of the portal, so well after the "I have a secret" page. Has his attitude shifted again? I sincerely doubt it, considering like I said, the original journal 3's muse pages tend to read like he's pleased in having this secret to himself. I don't have the pages on me, but go look through J3 at any other pages where Ford mentions his muse. It's in his tone.
Additionally there's the matter of the page that I posted at the top of this post. (Which I'll throw in again for free here, just for you)
Bill's status as Ford's muse has been his secret, even to the Journal, this whole time! What the Bill Book pages present is an entirely different narrative, where Bill's basically never been a secret amongst the Journal Pages.
Now, Ford's not the most reliable narrator himself, could it be possible post-betrayal he went back and ripped things out to just make it look that way? I don't think so. Again, go look at the "My Muse" page. Look at the other J3 muse pages. He would've had to not only rip out pages, but go back in and add the secret narrative entirely. He would've had to go back and write these pages pretending to be happy about being the only one to know this guy who has been trying to ruin his life. I don't think he's in a state where he could do that even if he wanted to at this point.
Plus if he was in the habit of ripping out pro-Bill pages, why does this one get to remain?
As opposed to being crossed out?
And before you say "Gin he's dropping Bill's name here". Yes, he is. But he's not conflating him with his "muse". This pages placement is a bit of a strange thing (in general. Why is this page post-betrayal? i'd have to think on that. Also worth thinking about: this page is directly before the "beware bill!" one, and it's notably an "intro" type page. ) but it's not contradictory to my argument I believe.
In the end it's a tale of two narratives, and the one presented by Bill in his book is just too faulty!
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Crushing (Secret Admirer pt 6)
Steddie Week 2024, July 6: Dizzy / drunken confessions / Crush on You by Bruce Springsteen
Fun fact: there are âsorryâs to correspond with a nat 20. Itâs a luck thing, though more reflexive than actually hopeful.Â
If you turn 6 upside down it's a 9 and today's the 9th, so I would argue that I am still right on time. đ Anyway, I didn't get to the drunken confession part but it was getting too long, so that can be in the last chapter. Enjoy!
wc: 3034 / rated: T / set during season 3 / also on ao3
Sweet Steve, perfect Steve, golden Steve,
Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry SORRY
I cannot adequately express how much I regret hanging up on you. It happened a few minutes ago and Iâm already writing this because I canât call back now, not after that. I canât believe I even did that, Iâm so stupid. Iâm so stupid because you were saying all these perfect things? Literally everything I never thought Iâd get to hear from anyone ever and then I ruined it.Â
(The scribbles in the margins are representative of all the times I stop writing just to explosively cuss myself out for being so chickenshit. It looks messy but I am a mess and itâs all my own doing, made my bed and lying in it etc. etc., if I could mount my own head on a pike right now I would Jesus H. CHRIDJDBBWLSNEVEOALAVSVALAMDBDBXJXLFKENSVAVWUELMFBDUSKANS <â an example and demonstration)
Iâm sorry Iâm a coward. Iâm sorry I started this and canât seem to follow through, Iâm sorry I keep yanking you around when itâs not what you deserve sweetheart, it isnât at all. You were perfect, do you hear me? I had a whole list of songs planned, but picked that one spontaneously because you werenât digging WASP and I was thinking about the way youâre so hard on yourself sometimes about the guy you were in high school, even though all high schoolers are idiots. (With how many times Iâve had to repeat, I am an expert on this, obviously largely from personal study and reflection.) You didnât peak in high school, Steve, because you are a wonderful person right now and thatâs what matters. You call yourself a romantic sap but I love that about you, please never lose that.Â
With every letter youâve poured out a little of your soul; it only seems right that I try to do the same to make up for my⌠everything.Â
Iâm a guy. Iâm gay. Iâve never written that down before so explicitly but itâs true. You were so thoughtful about the whole music thing and trying to show we can have common interests but, to be blunt, unless dick is one of those I donât think this is going to work out.Â
No hard feelings obviously. Itâs on me for letting this go on so long without being more honest. This is absolutely no reflection on you and does not make you queer by association. I wonât tell anyoneâthough if I did Iâm not considered credible or trustworthy in this town, believe me.Â
If youâve read this far⌠I mean, I wonât know unless you tell me, obviously. But it doesnât have to mean anything other than that youâre a good dude. The only person in my life who knows about me and knows my name is the man whoâs more like a father to me than my ârealâ dad; itâs nothing personal, Iâve just had some bad experiences. Remember that concussion I mentioned? ⌠Yeah, that was courtesy of the olâ sperm donor. Thought I was over freezing up about it after more than half a decade, but no such luck!
On that note, I need to go⌠not be a person for a while. Take care. I remain, as alwaysâ
Your Secret Admirer
P. S. The song you said you liked was Rainbow In The Dark by Dio, off his Holy Diver album. Itâs a good album, even if Iâve blown it with you I still hope you check it out sometime.Â
Eddie drops the pen over the side of his bed, practically throwing it. He drops the notebook heâd scribbled the letter in to the floor; heâll tear it out and mail it later.Â
Probably.Â
Maybe.Â
Heâll think about it, once heâs done not wanting to think anything at all.Â
~
Dear Secret Admirer,
Are you okay? I canât call you back, so the best I can do right now is write. I shouldnât have pushed you again, I keep doing that, like an idiot.Â
I was having a nice time
Call back whenever, if Iâm there Iâll pick up. Call back tonight even, except I canât get this in the mail until tomorrow so never mind, but I wonât be mad, I promise. Or you can write to me. Please. At least to be friends, if youâre tired of how I always come on too strong (which is literally what Robin keeps telling me with that damn whiteboard all the time, go figure). And maybe you can tell me more about your music, like that one with the rainbows? I think that maybe youâve been writing to me so much because maybe youâre lonely too, and I know how much that sucks.Â
So, Iâll be here. Whoever you are, wherever, I hope youâre okay. Stay safe.Â
â Steve
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All Steve can think about is how stupid he was, pushing Secret Admirer like that. He hasnât gotten a letter yet, and genuinely doesnât know if he ever will again.Â
Robin doesnât ask why heâs quieter than usual during work for the next few days. Dustin returns from Camp Know Where and Steve tells him he doesnât want ice cream because he has to stay in shape for the ladies, but it leaves the bad taste of a mostly-lie in his mouth.Â
Because, oh yeah, breaking news: he thinks Secret Admirer is probably a guy.Â
That would explain the adamant secrecy, the way the letters are careful not to suggest one or the other. No matter how embarrassing Steve is, a girl would have less to lose compared to a gay dude being outed in Hawkins. And he knows for a fact there were rumors circulating after Jonathan Byers gave him his first and mildest concussion in â83. Rumors about what heâd said, what heâd spat at the guy, all no doubt spread by Tommy and Carol. All his past actions coming together to prove that he canât be trusted, canât be confided in, even after everything.Â
Itâs almost secondary that it doesnât seem to make a difference to his feelings. He may have fallen for someone who happens to be a guyâso what? Itâs better than crushing loneliness. Better than no one caring. Better than being forgotten aside from his douchebag legacy at school and all his parentsâ dashed aspirations for his future.Â
Then Steve finds himself trapped in a Russian elevator with Robin, Dustin, and Lucasâs little sister (who should absolutely not be here, what the fuck were they thinking) and he just.Â
He just regrets never getting to say goodbye.Â
~Â
Eddie gets Steveâs letter the day he manages to crawl out of his room long enough to mail his own, checking his PO Box like a nervous tic. Heâs absolutely floored by what he reads and screams into his pillow some more because it doesnât change anything, because Steve wrote it while still not in possession of all the facts.Â
After a drive out to Reefer Rickâs to replenish his stash, Eddie does the bare minimum of his regularly scheduled drop-offs. No rest for the wicked, because even the wicked need gas money and shit, but itâs all just halfhearted busy work.Â
Then he goes home. Against all common sense and knowing that for the sake of his own heart he probably shouldnât, he spends the rest of the day trying to call. Every time he punches in the numbers with his heart in his throat, but no one ever picks up.Â
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âAsk me anything,â Robin prods blearily from her stall. âInterrogate me.âÂ
Steve tries to think through the swimming in his head. âOkay, uh⌠When was the last time you peed your pants?â
âToday!â
He almost laughs. âNo way. What?â
âWhen the Russian doctor brought his bone saw out. It was just a little bit though!âÂ
He can picture her holding one hand up, fingers pinched together to indicate a tiny amount. And, okay, fair. âYeah itâs definitely in her system,â he mumbles to no one.Â
âMy turn,â she declares. âHave you⌠ever been in love?â
Steve does laugh this time, not because itâs funny but because the question hits him right between the eyes. âShit, yeah, a couple times. Uh, first was Nancy Wheeler, junior year.â
âOoooh⌠Sheâs such a priss, though.â
âYeah, turns out, not so much.â He shrugs, even though she canât see, hands dangling from where his arms are draped over his bare, scraped knees. There isnât a part of him that doesnât acheâincluding his stomach and throat now, fucking Russian drugs.Â
âHuh.â Robin pauses. âSo⌠who was second?â
Sighing, Steve drops his head back against the metal divider at his back. âThat blind phone date I told you about.â
Itâs a toss-up as to whether heâs admitting this because of the aforementioned drugs or because heâs just too tired to give a shit anymore. What does it really matter, at this point?
âReally? Wow. Okay, I didnât realize that got so serious.â
Steve lets his eyes fall closed, despite what is likely his third concussion in almost as many years. âIt kind of didnât, I just got⌠over-invested, I guess. I donât know if heâs going to write again anyway.â
âH⌠he?â
âI think so. It was a secret admirer kind of deal, so I never actually knew, but⌠every time I brought up meeting in person, things went wrong. And like an idiot I kept doing that, so. I donât know for sure, but I think it might be over.â
Robinâs hand smacks on the tile floorâgross. âHow do you not even know for sure after a phone date? Gay guys still sound like guys, Steve.â
âI know that,â he says, a little stung by her reproachful tone. âI talked and he didnât, he just played some of his favorite songs for me to see if I liked them. Which I did, some of it. It was like, really hard rock or something, not what I usually listen toââ
âIâll say, Mr. âNo, Not My Wham! Cassette!ââ
ââbut it was okay. There were some really cool guitar parts.â
âAnd it⌠doesnât bother you? That a guy was, uh, hitting on you?â
Again, Steve shrugs. âMore writing love letters than just hitting on me, but⌠yeah. I was in pretty deep by the time I figured it out, but I guess not. Is it my turn to ask another question?â
âUm⌠Sure?â
Heâs not sure why she sounds so nervous, figures it should be obvious what heâs going to ask next. Itâs kind of a staple of their friendship at this point. âWho sent me that ice cream cone? The strawberry with rainbow sprinkles?â
Dead silence.Â
âRobin?â he asks with a flicker of nerves, because, well. Itâs been a long day. (Or two days? Heâs lost track of how much time theyâd spent underground.) âYou OD over there?â
âNo⌠I am alive,â she replies, but in such a quiet voice that it doesnât really reassure him all that much.Â
He shifts, scooting on his ass to get under the divider between them and pop back up on her side. It gives him a wedgie, but thatâs the least of his problems.Â
Robin wrinkles her nose at him. âSteve, these floors are disgusting.â
âYeah, well, Iâm already covered in blood and probably some puke, so.â He tests his tongue on his bottom lip, trying to decide if the split is still bleeding or if it just stings for the hell of it. âWho was it?â
She bites her own lip, then whispers, âIs it your secret admirer?â
âIâm ninety-nine percent sure,â he tells her.Â
âOkay.â But sheâs still hesitating. âBefore I tell you⌠About what I said down there, about Clickâs class. I wasnât staring at you because of you, it⌠it was because she wouldnât stop staring at you.â
Steve blinks, confused by the sudden change of topic. âWho? Mrs. Click?â
Robin shakes her head faintly without breaking eye contact, literally without blinking as she whispers, âTammy Thompson.â
âBut sheâs a⌠Oh. Oooh.â He remembers Tammy. Sheâd always fawned over him in that class, back when heâd been so busy mourning the way things had gone with Nancy that he hadnât given her the time of day. âYeah, I guess I see the appeal. Pretty, perky, blonde⌠Sheâs a total dud though.â
Robin gapes at him. âWhat?â
He waves a hand. âIâd just broken up with Nancy, and she was all over me all the time, dropping these hints about wanting to go out. Itâs like she wanted to be a rebound relationship.â
âSo? Sheâs goal oriented!â
âShe wouldnât leave me alone! Also, she wants to be a country singer but she couldnât hold a tune if someone put it in a bucket for her.â
Sputtering, Robin smacks at his shin, one of the few places he isnât bloody or bruised. âI will not take this superiority from the guy whoâs surprise-crushing on Eddie Munson!âÂ
Shock zings through Steve like heâs just had his fingers jammed into an electrical socket. âOnâreally?â
He remembers Munson too. Who wouldnât? Loud and weird, and the guy had always seemed perpetually on, always bristled like a porcupine. Stalking around campus in a black leather jacket regardless of weather and ripped black jeans. (Dark colors.) That denim vest with all the weird band patches on it. (Music that Steve didnât know anything about.) Big flashy rings on his fingers, and Steve knows heâs in some sort of band, probably has guitar calluses. (Hands that would give him away at a glance.) Up on cafeteria tables with his Hellfire Club shirt and long hair, taunting the jocks who gave his friends shit. (Nerd, check. Not into sports, triple check. Heâs pretty sure the dude had failed gym at least once for refusing to wear gym shorts.)
Literally the last person in Hawkins who shouldâve had eyes for King Steve.
âMunson likes me?â Steve canât feel his face too well, what with the beating heâd taken earlier during interrogation, so heâs not sure if heâs blushing. His voice definitely does something funny on the last word, though.Â
âHe said not to tell you who it was from because he thought you might toss it if you knew it was from him,â Robin admits. âWhich seemed like a reasonable concern at the time, but thatâs because I didnât knowââ
But then Dustin bursts in on them. The kid looks frazzled, and from there on out itâs all running and more blood and a monster made out of people and fireworks and death, their bathroom conversation forgotten.Â
~
Eddie had given up on calling around the time the fireworks show started over the mayorâs kiss-ass 4th of July fair. Downed a couple beers while trying not to wonder if Steve found a date to take. Is still awake when Wayne comes in from his shift, and wanders out of his room because anythingâs got to be better than staring at the ceiling.Â
âStarcourt burned down,â his uncle tells him while Eddie moves zombie-like through the motions of making them each a cup of coffee. âRadio said the police ainât ruling out arson. Drove past it on the way, thereâs search and rescue folks crawling all over the rubble lookinâ for survivors.â
After Wayne goes to bed, Eddie tries dialing Steveâs number one more time.Â
No one answers.Â
~
After much pleading from Robin, and since Steveâs car keys are still god knows where and his parents are out of town, the Buckleys graciously agree to let him stay in their guest room. Itâs just as well, Robin insists; with the concussion, someone should be around to check on him every few hours.Â
âThatâs only for the first twenty-four,â he points out the next day. He knows the drill.Â
âI donât care,â Robin insists. âYou took a beating to protect the rest of us. You could have been killed, Steve! I am checking on you every few hours for the rest of my life from now on, just see if I donât.â
âPlease donât,â Steve groans, but heâs grinning. Despite the way his ribs and head throb, and the dark circle under the eye that isnât literally still swollen shut, itâs nice to have someone to be normal withânot ignoring what had happened, heâd learned his lesson about that with Nancy, but taking it into account and then going âyes and.â âOr at least make sure to always knock first.â
âWhy wâEw! Never mind, if youâre feeling good enough to make jokes then youâre probably fine, offer rescinded.â
âYouâre still gonna,â Steve points out, then knocks back the painkillers sheâs brought him. Mr. Buckleyâs shoulder surgery prescription, meet two broken ribs, black eye, and recently re-set nose.Â
She sits on the edge of the bed, next to the duffel bag of clothes from his house that her mom had driven her to pick up for him. âYeah yeah, shut up.â
Silence settles over them for a moment while Steve tries to get comfortable. And fails. His ribs really arenât doing him any favors today. The discomfort is why heâs still in unflatteringly baggy shorts borrowed from Mr. Buckley and a t-shirt Robin had thrown at his head as a joke (and then helped him out on, since he canât lift his arms that high without wanting to scream) that declares him a fan of Siouxsie and the Banshees.Â
He has no idea how to pronounce Siouxsie and is kind of afraid to ask.Â
âSooo,â Robin starts. âEddie Munson, huh?â
âUh.â Steve canât run a hand through his hair with his stupid ribs, not when heâs not running entirely on adrenaline or before the painkillers kick in, so he settles for twiddling his thumbs. âYeah? I guess so. His letters are⌠Theyâre really good, Rob. I kinda donât know why he keeps writing when my replies are so crappy. Like⌠I canât even do them justice trying to explain.â
âHuh.â She waits a beat. âWell, I checked your mailbox, just in case, and there was a hand-addressed envelope that I brought back for youââ
Ribs be damned, Steve lunges for that duffel.
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Dave Mustaine being the reader's stepfather and they fall in love and have sex (pet names, praise kink, size kink)
A/n: I wish this was longer bc I love this prompt so much for reasons that I should tell a therapist, I'm also assuming you meant grandma Dave but I just had this thought with 90's Dave, I think it could work no matter what era you think of it as that's just the era I had in mind while writing this <3
(I lied he must have stubble âşď¸)
Warnings: Smut, age gap, riding, size kink, praise kink (kind of?), pet names, hints to oral (f receiving) but not explicitly stated or described, pantie stealing, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Your mom was young, she'd gotten pregnant with you when she was 19. She had a tendency to rush into relationships so when she told you she was moving the both of you into her boyfriends house you didn't think twice of it, you just got your stuff packed and kept it that way, sure that you'd be moving out in just a minute.
Your mom had a long list of partners, some were better than others but one rule remained the same. You wouldn't meet them until at least a year into the relationship, so you moved in with no idea who this man was, and you were pleasantly surprised with who you were met with.
Dave was, to say the least, fine. He was tall, at first glance distinguished and nice. He saw that you weren't big on talking with him so he didn't push you to do so, he let you hide away in your room as much as you needed.
The first week, anyway.
After the initial meeting he tried to get to know you better, he'd ask your mom about your favourite things so he could try to start conversations but it didn't seem to get him anywhere.
He honestly thought you hated him. You did too, but then you were in his lap.
It was late, you were just watching a movie on your laptop in bed when he came in. You weren't sure how you got naked, when you straddled his lap, it was a blur but suddenly he was inside you and your were bouncing on his length.
His big hands were on your hips, guiding you on his cock. Maybe it was the position or maybe it was your mind running laps but he seemed so much bigger than you, from the way he looked at you to how he bruised your insides.
"Oh, fuck, taking me so good, aren't you?" He mused, staring at you, right where he kept disappearing into you.
"Ngh, fuck, daddy~" You moaned, eyes rolling back. Your hands were on his shoulders, using him as support as you rode him.
"Go on, princess, you're doing so good for daddy, aren't you?" He praised. "Don't need any instructions, just needed permission to get off on me, didn't you?" You nodded, eagerly agreeing with him.
He was so fucking hot, his long hair reaching his perfectly perky nipples you had an oddly faint memory of licking, smudged lipstick covering his chest, those kind eyes and encouraging smile. Fuck, just everything.
"Daddy-daddy, m'close, 'm s'close." You whined, focusing more on your own pleasure and reaching down to rub your swollen and neglected clit.
"Look at you being a good girl and making herself feel good." He said with a smile. "Go on and cum on daddy's cock, hm? You can do that for me, princess, can't you?" Again you nodded.
You could feel your high approaching, it was so close yet so far out of reach. You kept bouncing on him, moaning as you felt the veins on his cock pulsing and dragging against your gummy walls, no matter how fuzzy everything became you had one goal. You could swear it was just there, that knot in your gut ready to snap but it stopped.
"Princess? C'mon, you can't sleep out here, princess." You heard. It was Dave's voice. He was crouched next to you as you lay on the couch, a movie set up in the TV but it must've ended after you fell asleep.
Dave had been shaking you trying to get you up. "It was a dream..." You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.
"Yeah, guess so." Dave said, pushing a few strands of your hair behind your ear. You couldn't believe it, all those feelings, those words, it was gone. Well, not really. It couldn't be gone because it was never technically there. "I came to get something to drink and heard you mumbling to yourself on the couch."
You froze and your eyes widened.
"I-I was..?" You asked nervously.
"Yeah, something about your 'daddy' needing to come..?" He asked. You stared at him, how could he be so oblivious? Thank God he was but how?
You spewed some bullshit about your 'dad' and he accepted that.
"Well, it's late, you should get to sleep. In your own bed, that is." He helped you up and kept an arm around you as he walked you back to your room.
There was a stinging between your thighs and you could've sworn you'd tied your sweats, they must've come undone while you slept.
Dave tucked you into bed and kissed your forehead, a strange wetness clinging to his stubble.
He got up and walked to the door but before he left he turned back to you. "By the way," he started and pulled a small piece of cloth out of his pocket, "I'm keeping these." He held your panties like a reward before he left, closing the door behind him.
#megadeth x reader#megadeth smut#megadeth imagines#megadeth fanfiction#megadeth#dave mustaine x reader#dave mustaine smut#dave mustaine imagines#dave mustaine fanfiction#dave mustaine
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A large Milt post.
The funny thing about writing characters is that you often forget how little of them you've shown off. Milt's pretty detached from the plot (not even being explicitly mentioned in-game) so I guess it's fair to say that the audience doesn't really 'know' him well.
Given how much detail the audience knows about Crown's life during the war and immediately after it, it'd be interesting to mention a little bit about Milt's war history, especially since Crown's time during the war is pretty important to understanding a part of his character - why he was so dead-set on changing the world. Ironically, Milt's experiences were very different in a lot of ways, but wound up bringing him to the same place. This information would be obscure, but likely known to anyone who'd want to study him in DT's universe, so I guess there's no harm in mentioning some of it:
Milt was born into a more affluent family than Crown's and didn't face the same kind of nail-biting poverty that Crown did as a child. He was a Corporal (Acting Sgt) by the end of the war and had a distinguished record as a war hero. He was very well respected by those in his platoon, having a reputation for honesty, kindness and always following through on his word, no matter the circumstances. However, was also known to be someone you didn't wanna push around or back into a corner, as he was fiercely intelligent and very determined - not the sort of person you'd want to wrong.
He was a part of the DDay landings during the European campaign, an event he remembers as a terrifying and chaotic loss of life. Milt later rejected claims of his valor during the landing in the years following the war. After the fall of Berlin in mid 1945, Milt rejected the opportunity to remain in Europe as an occupying force (which was available to him because of his reputation/rank) in order to join the Pacific Theater. This was partially out of a sense of survivor's guilt (personally knowing many soldiers from his town who'd died in the campaign) and partly because he feared returning to relative peace and being alone with his thoughts again.
Milt's time in the Pacific Theater isn't nearly as well known due to how unwilling he was to talk about it to anyone, though he once opened up to Marla about it. Milt witnessed the destruction of Hiroshima from a distance, an event that's forever etched into his mind.
When Milt returned to the States, with a military scholarship, he decided to focus his efforts into trying to make the world a better place and began studying science. His dream was to develop a new form of irrigation that could terraform large swathes of land into farmland so the whole world could be fed. Due to his intelligence and determination in seeking his goal, he wound up taking to his work well. He took a keen interest in the new concept of the structure of DNA in particular, which was discovered in the early 1950's, believing that genetic modification could be used to create new forms of plant life that could feed vast amounts of people. Milt never ceased contact with his contacts from University, nor lost his love for science and the pursuit of a better world through the advancement of technology/science. But, most of all, he never abandoned his dream of making the world a better place, one where the horrors he'd witnessed as a younger man (such as mass human death, starvation and mass-chaos) could never happen again.
Shortly after graduating, he attended a political rally in Madison, Wisconsin and met a passionate public speaker/local business owner who'd change the course of his life forever. The rest is history.
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y'know. a thought hit me about the whole john apologist discourse with sam and dean. john sacrificing his life to save dean was the best thing he could've done in sam's eyes and the worst thing he could've done in dean's eyes. and from there on, their respective forgiveness and bitterness grows. just thought you might find it interesting?
That's a great point. In looking at Sam's turnaround on John, I've looked more at a common trauma as the catalyst and the Stanford fight. Sam's feelings on his father start to shift in 1.02 when, after losing Jess, he suddenly shares a traumatic experience with his father almost play for play and is full of rage. He asks Dean brokenly how their father manages to handle the trauma. He suddently has an understanding of his father's pain that was explicitly absent in 1.01 on the bridge, when he said he didn't remember Mary and hadn't really lost anyone. Now he feels out of control and wonders how John even manages at all. But the big wound of the Stanford fight remainsâhow Sam thought John didn't love him and just saw him as an embarrassment. In 1.08, when he learns that John's actions were born out of fear, and that John had checked up on him periodically to make sure he was safe, his mood shifts and he outright says he wants to see John and apologize to him. I'm not one to say there's any excuse for John telling Sam never to come back, but I think for SAM, hearing his father show vulnerability and admit that he was afraid was important and neededâwe can see how much it means to Sam to hear that John worried for him in 1.08 and 1.20. That certainly doesn't mean they don't butt heads though, as we see in 1.10, 1.11, 1.20, and 1.21. They're both so headstrong and they both want to be in chargeâSam spends all of 1.20 challenging John's authority, but then all of 1.22 (until the end when he sides with Dean) trying to enforce that authority in John's absence. As soon as they're in the same room again in 2.01, they're back to butting heads, but now Sam is furious on Dean's behalf, assuming that John doesn't care that Dean is dying. It's what their last ever fight is about, and it's absolutely vicious, and John very cruelly blames Sam for Dean's condition, and then... Sam tells him to go to hell. Which is a pretty mild insult, but it actually... happensâand because Sam had misjudged what John was up to, and thought he was summoning Yellow Eyes for another revenge plan... from Sam's perspective looking back, he got this whole thing so wrong. He was screaming at John for not caring about Dean when John was about to make the ultimate sacrifice to save Dean, and he told his father to "go to hell". What's more, even John's cruel wordsâblaming Sam for Dean's condition because it would all be over if Sam had just shot John when he had the chanceâthey reveal John's suicidality. We know explicitly that Sam regrets their last conversation being a fight (2.02) but I think a part of Sam thinks "If only I hadn't screamed. If only I hadn't picked a fight. If only I could have told him not to leave us, he could have looked for another way." Maybe it's even more than John sacrificing for Dean being a symbol of love, but Sam having so deeply misjudged John's intentions and not clocked his mental state. It leads Sam to reel back so far in guilt and regret that he arguably overcorrects, rewriting a lot of the things John did to be less traumatic than they were. This doesn't fully stop until 6.02, and even then, it's soulless Sam criticizing John, and quite arguably because he knows from their big fight in 4.19 that he can terrify Dean into coming with him by filling his head with fears about turning into their father.
But yeah! To Sam, dying for Dean is this ultimate proof that John loved them and that Sam was wrong about him, and he backpedals hard from being (in his mind) so wrong (and potentially feeding into John's suicidality, even though that isn't Sam's fault). Meanwhile, Dean is furious with his father for abandoning him with all the responsibilities, but he can't really grab onto that anger and process it because at the same time, he knows John did it because he actually does value Dean's life (something Dean was starting to question) and he's grieving and Sam is doing revisionist history and it all leaves Dean clammed up and silently seething and unable to process what any of it means. And that anger builds and builds and then in 3.10, he explodes, and then spends several seasons calling his father a worthless deadbeat before also cooling down some.
#pk rewatches spn number ?#we probably have a lot more in common than just about anyone#<- Sam and John tag#mail#i dont deserve what he put on me
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Youâre one of the most annoying people on this site. And that really says A LOT because WOW! Shut the Fuck up about Gale wanting to be a father or not. He never says that he doesnât want to be one. You projecting things onto him doesnât make it Canon.
on a serious note: iâm certainly not the one that continuously brings up this topic unprompted. i personally really donât understand the entire controversy around the topic or why fandom feels the need to rehash this conversation almost weekly. i truly believe that thereâs nothing more of value to learn from it, to address, or add to it⌠yet fandom wonât let it rest.
to once again clarify: what i mean by âgale wanting to be a father isnât canonâ is that there is no evidence/neither hints anywhere in any of the dialogue that support the contrary. characters like h*lsin, w*ll and la*âzel have entire adoption subplots. all of them mention their children explicitly during the epilogue:
narrator: *your soul warms thinking of lily aurora ravengard, your adopted daughter. a treasure of a girl, found at the entrance of the open hand temple - one grey eye, one brown.* w*ll: ah, the girl could melt the staunchest heart. she might even have brought a smile to old withers' face! w*ll: but tonight is for us - and lily's only four months of age, besides. i promise, the temple will keep her in good care.
player: and our little hatchling? is he safe? la*'zel: of course. i have complete trust in our newest allies. xan is in fine hands tonight. la*'zel: what a wonder he is. he will be a fine warrior, if he chooses. or a poet, or an explorer, or a scholar.
h*lsin: being away from it... i cannot help but worry how they will fare in our absence. player: we'll be back before they know it. h*lsin: i hope so. the children shall miss their bedtime tale tonight - though perhaps i can glean a few new stories from our friends here, to make up for it.
even shad*wh*art has a line where she briefly mentions that children might be a possibility for her in the future.
shad*wh*art: and i get to see my parents almost every day - i need to make every moment with them count, after so much was stolen from us. but they're doing well, [...] shad*wh*art: who knows? perhaps they'll have grandchildren before long.
gale in comparison? he has none of that. he remains childfree during the entirety of the game + epilogue. in fact, his line in the epilogue that addresses the topic of grandkids is this one:
tara: this is why mrs. dekarios and i will be waiting an eternity more for grandchildren. nodecontext: self-pitying gale: psst! shoo, tara. nodecontext: shooing away tara like one would a naughty cat.
i already wrote a post about this entire discourse here [x] but to repeat myself once more: all of the dialogue that vaguely addresses the topic of children in any way in regards to gale are these snippets
player: gale⌠how would you feel about having another person in our relationship? gale: what, like a child? iâm not quite sure iâd consider myself father material, plus our current lifestyle isnât exactly what iâd call settledâŚ
gale, upon spotting oliver during their game of hide and seek:Â ah, i have you! just a shame i donât want you.
gale treating the children the group comes across with respect isnât an indicator either. this is a courtesy gale extends to everyone he meets. heâs a character that approves of a protagonist who systematically commits good deeds. whether itâs sparing animals, helping without compensation in mind, or aiding children. wanting children to be cared for⌠and you know⌠for them not to die is common etiquette that every adult should extend to a child in need. those are not âdad goals!!!â itâs quite literally just basic human decency. gale is genuinely kind and caring to everyone he meets, there is no reason why this also wouldnât apply to children.
i often see fandom mention his encounter with mol at last light and how excited he is to talk to her. which i think greatly misinterprets the context of the scenario since he didnât have much of a reaction to mol before either â gale is ecstatic about lanceboard. again evident by his reaction to the party finding the life-sized board during the wyrmway trials, and how he immediately offers to give tav pointers. explaining different approaches to them in enthusiastic detail if they allow him to. the man just really likes lanceboard⌠as well as being the smartest person in the room.
gale: ah, lanceboard! why, this might just be the highlight of our misadventures to date.
gale: lanceboard happens to be a game with which i have more than a passing familiarity. might i offer a suggestion? nodecontext: gale's a badass lanceboard player, anticipating showing off
if you want to headcanon your tav and gale raising a big family together that is more than fine and no one is stopping you. whatever you want to happen to these two after the storyline of the game is up to your respective fantasies. no one is policing you on what you should do with your own character. go wild and create whatever fan content you wish, no justification required.
yet once again, as there is no mention in canon anywhere â neither in the main game nor the epilogue â that this is something gale would ever want (whether that may mean immediately or somewhere down the line) gale wanting to be a father remains a headcanon. while gale being childfree is explicitly shown in the game, in strict comparison to other companions that either have children by the end of the game or voice the desire to (eventually) have them.
my personal preferences are of no relevance here whatsoever. i care about accurate and correct characterization and will point out inconsistencies/false information no matter the topic. i, for one, want to appreciate these characters in the way they're written, not how i ideally want them to be.
#also i can live with being annoying#at least i donât go out of my way to send anon hate to random strangers on the internet#asks#it speaks#fandom discourse#dad!gale#bg3#gale dekarios#bg3 meta#summed up: gale is for the cf crowd
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OMG i just taught of this in my head its alright if ya dont wanna write it but NANAMI AS A FATHER HEADCANON cuz like man will be dedicsted to making sure his child has a goos life (and not be like gojo)
my masterlist !
â pairings: platonic - dad!nanami x daughter!reader
â warning: nanami's probably out of character, pure fluff, fem!reader
â word count: 1.2k words
HII OH MY GOSH, thank you for the ask!! okay so this is my first ever hc request and I ABSOLUTELY ADORE the idea of this!! I hardly ever write 'x reader' content, but I really might just start doing it for the platonic reqs! I really do think Nanamin would be the best dad ever, but Gojo would definitely be a great parent too considering that he does believe that children should be allowed to be happy without having their childhood taken away! Anyway, I've yapped enough, here are the Dad!Nanami Headcanons! Enjoy!
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Dad!Nanami who:
⧠Raised the baby left on his doorstep, crying and swaddled in cloth with her heartbreaking screams of hunger and lack of love filled his ears. ⧠Instantly checked on her condition, considering the babyâs cries, he couldnât tell if perhaps she was injured. ⧠Once he figured out she was fine, he instantly rushed to the store with the baby in his arms, rushing through each aisle to hunt for baby food. ⧠Bought the food the moment he spotted it, adjusting her in his hold as he quickly paid for it, sitting on the ground outside to open the food and feed the starving child. ⧠Softens the moment he hears her cries stop, her big eyes staring up at him intently with her remaining tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. ⧠Smiles a little the moment he sees how quickly she devours the baby food, showing how hungry she really is. ⧠Thought maybe parenthood isnât as bad as it seems.
⧠Feels pride bubble up in his chest the moment she begins to walk, her smile wide as she wobbles towards him, his arms wide open as he speaks to her with soft encouragement, âThatâs it, step by step.â ⧠Scoops her up into a big hug the moment sheâs a few inches away from her, her little giggles of amusement bringing her so much joy. ⧠Doesnât mind doodling silly little things with her, scribbling down on a paper whatever she asks, as long as itâs after work hours, despite his urge to bend the rules for his little girl. ⧠Brings her to work as long as heâs not on a mission (because really, who in the right mind would put such a precious being in harmâs way?), just to make sure that sheâs safe and sound. At least sheâs with him, and he can keep an eye on her. ⧠Knows he can trust his baby girl with Gojoâs students when he needs to go on a mission, and never Gojo, even if Fushiguro did turn out the way he did under Gojoâs care. ⧠Would make the three teens promise not to let Gojo within a five-foot radius of his little daughter because he knows it would mean nothing but trouble (who knows what really goes on behind those blindfolded, blank eyes.) ⧠Is nothing but touched to see how the three students cared for his little girl so carefully, seeing her resting on Itadoriâs chest as they sleep on the couch with the hushed noises of childrenâs cartoons in the background from the TV. ⧠Tucks her away before gently placing a warm blanket over the three students who he clearly cared for (heâs never explicitly said so, but they all know it). Heâs nothing short of grateful for their help babysitting the precious little girl in his life, and he sees her as his own, not caring for the fact that she was just left on his doorstep. He canât wait to see her grow.
⧠Tears up a little behind his glasses as he drops her off for her first day at preschool, his face stoic as ever as he wonders where all the time went as he watches her skip off to class, waving goodbye to him. ⧠Wishes that time would slow down just for a while so he could read her bedtime stories and notice the tiny things she does to try and make his day easier. Always his little helper, she was. ⧠Canât wait to pick her up, packing up fifteen minutes earlier from work just to collect her on time, turning to Gojo with a glare as the white-haired man smirks, entertained to see his junior so caring and paternal. ⧠Arrives at her preschool just a minute early, waiting at the schoolâs gates as he hears the bell ring, the cheers of other kids rushing out like water from a broken dam. His eyes immediately rush to find her tiny figure, and he bends down, recognising the top of her head through the sea of children. ⧠Listens to every little thing she tells him, from what she saw in the class to the friends she made â even the tiny ants she saw at the playground during recess. ⧠Smiles the moment he sees the drawing she did in class of a poorly-drawn him and herself (he doesnât mind it one bit), just proud to have been involved in her growth. ⧠Frames the drawing instantly, and though itâs a little big, it sits on his bedside table, right next to his wristwatch and glasses. ⧠Has no hesitation to put aside whatever housework the moment she asks for help with homework â math specifically. ⧠Is as patient as he can be, explaining the basics clearer for his precious daughter to understand, helping her with the first bit before letting her try it out on her own. Heâs positively glowing with pride when he checks through her homework, finding it all done correctly. ⧠Ruffles her hair as she grins with a laugh as he gives her his rare words of encouragement, âGreat work, kiddo.â ⧠Sees her with a gold star sticker her homework the next day as she runs to him after school, her maths worksheet waving in the air as she jumps into his arms. ⧠Is nothing but satisfied to see her beaming with pride at her efforts, and relieved to know that heâs doing a good job so far.
⧠Finds himself stuck, struggling to explain where her mother is as she peers curiously up at him, his daughter now up to his hip. ⧠Sheâs grown again, and her increased height followed her curiosity as she asked more questions, and noticed more things â well in this case, the lack thereof. ⧠He simply replied with a, âItâs always been you and I.â Relief fills him the moment he sees a nod in understanding, but the thought keeps him awake at night. Eventually, heâll have to explain, itâs always the hardest thing to find out how to do it. ⧠Finds out why she asked as he spots a little worksheet on her desk, his brown eyes widening as he recognises it as a family tree. ⧠Two of the slots are filled, but the rest remain blank, and he feels nothing but pity, a sigh escaping him as he picks up the sheet of paper. ⧠Plans to tell his daughter everything that night, preparing her favourite dishes and desserts, but his nerves are getting to him, resulting in a tense silence as he sits at the dining table, waiting for her to finish her shower. ⧠Notices the moment passes as she sits down, digging into her meal as he clears his throat, finally finding it in him to speak. ⧠Watches every twitch of her eyelid as she blinks, waiting for some sort of reaction from her, hoping that sheâd take it well. Heâs not sure of what heâd do if it all went south. ⧠Is silent by the end of the explanation, waiting, gauging for her voice to say something, but all he can see are her big eyes staring at him. ⧠Is caught off guard when she says, âI donât need any other family, because I have you, Dad. I donât care if Iâm adopted or not, youâll always be my dad.â ⧠Feels his eyes water, his arms spreading open to pull her into a hug. Itâs uncharacteristic of him, but for her, he wouldnât care. Sheâs his daughter, his little girl, not bound by blood but by bond. ⧠Would want nothing more than to hold her in his arms, wishing to protect her from every little bit of harm because thatâs what you do with things you adore, with the things you treasure â and sheâs everything to him, his baby girl.
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sae being a complete math nerd endears me. that guy is into numbers!!! đŠ
i know itâs not explicitly stated heâs a nerd / math enthusiast lol (i mean what else could those numbers mean?!?) but just him being like more math-oriented or more inclined towards logic and problem-solving is just fun to think about. he could be casually reading an article on game theory like itâs the morning paper just because, or he could express interest in geometry and probabilities not because he likes math explicitly, but because he sees parallels between it and football, or i imagine a small, funny moment of sae casually winning a strategic game (like poker) because of his probability skills, leaving his teammates frustrated. (he cannot be doing all that so detachedly!)
this to me checks with the image i have of sae being this guy whoâs so used to controlling outcomes on the field but struggling with vulnerability in personal relationships.
but then, also:
thereâs also this thing about probabilities and numbers and math thatâs still left to chance, right? thatâs why they are called âprobabilities.â iâm not so good at even the concept of it haha but i know thereâs also something profoundly⌠âallow for loss of controlâ going on in math at that levelâŚ. i hope you get me hahaha. that no matter how precise the calculations, uncertainty remains. you can calculate the odds, but outcomes are still, to some extent, left to âchance.â
in the same way, saeâs personal growth could mirror this realization. âletting go of complete controlâ could be a key theme in his arc. just as math has to allow for degrees of freedom, he must learn that relationships canât be navigated with precision or cold logic. there are no ârightâ answers in emotions, after all, only possibilities.
he might initially approach emotions with the same mindset he uses in football: analyze, calculate risks, and wait for the best moment. however, in time, he can learn that emotions arenât something to solveâthey need to be lived through, with all the uncertainty and vulnerability they bring.
so yes, sae being a little math nerd is special to me.
(this was a long-winded way of me saying sae needs to have a good time iykwim somebody please give him a good time)
#anri ��#the limit does not exist sae#sae blue lock#itoshi sae#sae itoshi#blue lock#blue lock sae#itoshi#sae itoshi x reader#sae#bllk sae#bllk
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