#i was forced to use “head restraints” instead because it's that bad
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magpie-trinkets · 5 months ago
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Luke is now properly seated, hand in seatbelt still, and he looks at Emmy with his eyebrows raised in beffudlement or surprise. Anyway, in this frame we can better appreciate the back of the car. The door features a handle for opening and closing (is it secured? do old cars have this feature?) and a crank, supposedly for lowering the window glass. Luke maintains the window closed on his part: we must imagine, then, that this morning is quite chilly. The seats look to be made of leather, and they don't look very comfortable, they look like planks of wood honestly. I forgot to mention, but Emmy's seat (and, by extension, all the seats) lack a headrest or head restrainer:
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This thing here is to protect the head and the neck from bending too much in collisions. According to Wikipedia, they became mandatory in the late 1960s¹ – now, if we take the fan theory that the Layton series takes place during the 1960s, we could argue that they are driving before they became mandatory in the UK.
¹. From the Internet Archive (Proposal, Plans and Policy December 2000) (this is for the USA):
“Since January 1, 1969, passenger cars have been required by FMVSS [Federal Motor Vehicle Safety Standard] 202 to have head restraints in the front outboard seating positions. FMVSS 202 also applies to light trucks manufactured after August 31, 1991.”
I suppose or deduce that the regulations in the UK might've came around the same time. I have been looking at vintage cars from that time and most of them lack a head restraint or have a very simple one. From the same document as the previous paragraph:
“This proposal would harmonize many parts, but not all of FMVSS 202 with the Economic Commission for Europe Regulation No. 25 (ECE 25) - Uniform Provisions Concerning the Approval of Head Restraints (Head Rests), Whether or Not Incorporated in Vehicle Seats.) ECE 25 became effective beginning with newly introduced models approved after January 15, 1999, and all other vehicles 48 months later.”
The ECE 25 was put into force in January 15 1997 (including 4 amendments) according to the text itself. (By that time the UK was part of Europe, so I'm guessing this applied there as well.)
Now, what conclusions do we take from this? I have no fucking idea. I have looked at UK cars from the 60s, 70s and 80s for good measure, but I'm not knowledgeable about cars. The seats are hard to see, since what matters to vintage collectors is the outside, but the seats I could see lacked a head restraint like we know today.
Like, look at this thing, apparently an Austin Mini Metro, famous in the 80s:
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I GUESS that's TECHNICALLY a head restraint, but it sure looks to me like they weren't regulated and each manufacturer did whatever they wanted.
Conclusion, This Time For Realsies: The Laytonmobile seems to be a faithful vintage car as it lacks head restraints. I have seen mentioned here and there that much of the safety features we have were once optional features in luxury cars, like more comfortable seating, head restraints, etc. Thus we can deduce that tye Laytonmobile is old, even for its time, or that it's a normal, "cheap" car.
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strangererotica · 4 months ago
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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI
Mean!Dom!Joel Miller x Reader | Joel tames Reader’s bratty, bitchy attitude with a good hard FUCK | make-up sex but meaner 😈 | rough, rough sex | includes fingering, vaginal sex, Joel holds Reader’s throat (no choking) implied age gap, some butt stuff, use of ‘little girl,’ and ‘bitch,’ as demeaning terms, oral sex, spanking, degrading language used by both Joel & Reader
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Joel’s eyes pierce through you, his voice simmering with anger. “If you run that little brat mouth of yours one more time, I swear to god-.”
“-What??” you taunt him. “What’re you gonna do, old man??” He doesn’t respond immediately, so you aggressively shove at his chest with both hands. “Tough guy??” you sneer. Joel clenches his fists in restraint. Your smile is intentionally cruel in an effort to provoke him. “You gonna hurt me, you fucking asshole??”
For a moment, a softness passes over his eyes; it never occurred to Joel that you’d imagine him capable of being violent toward you. He feels…heartbroken by your lack of trust in him, but refuses to let it show.
“Is that what you want?” Joel asks instead, forcing a coldness into his tone. “You want me to hurt you?” When you try to shove at his chest again, Joel is prepared for it this time. His big hands clamp around your wrists, his lips pressed into a hard line as he holds back your assault. You both grunt as he presses your hands back against your own chest, pinning them to you.
“You’re not doin’ shit to me, little girl,” Joel growls. “No matter how big you want to try ‘n make yourself-.” He removes one of his hands, proving that he can keep you restrained using only one. “-I’m still in charge…”
You glare at him, jutting your head forward so your spit lands directly on his mouth. Joel jerks at the sudden contact of your saliva hitting him, before scoffing and running his tongue over his lip to taste it. “That supposed to piss me off-?” Joel tugs one of your hands downward and rubs his erection against it. “-Or turn me on?” he asks. “Because to be fuckin’ honest-.” Joel grinds himself against the palm of your hand. “-It’s doin’ a bit of both…”
Your bitchy defenses are crumbling further by the second. At this point, you can’t even remember what prompted the fight you started with Joel. It began this morning, gradually building in intensity till it reached a boiling point five minutes ago. “…Joel,” you utter, your voice suddenly soft, and he sure as hell notices.
“Oh, now I’m Joel again?” he asks. “What happened to all those colorful names you were calling me, huh?” He smirks condescendingly, but his cock throbs against your hand. “Am I not an old man anymore? A fuckin’ asshole? Or-.” His eyebrow lifts, as if a sudden clarity has come over him. “Maybe what you meant to say-.” Joel reaches behind you and grips a handful of your ass, squeezing so hard you wince. “-Is that you want your asshole fucked?” His eyes are so dark, it’s almost frightening. “Does that sound about right?” Joel releases your ass, followed by a spanking so hard, tears form in your eyes.
You’ve gone uncharacteristically quiet after being humbled by Joel’s strength. “Now you’ve got nothin’ to say?” he snaps. Joel cups your hand over his erection and grinds against it. “About damn time you stopped fuckin’ disrespecting me,” he growls. “I can think of better uses for your dirty mouth, anyway.”
Joel’s hands go to your shoulders, pushing you down to your knees. Without a second thought, you reach for his belt, and he smacks your hand away, shaking his head at you. “Jesus,” he mutters. “This is how I know you were bein’ a bitch on purpose.” He unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops of his jeans, tossing it aside. “You wanna make it up to me bad, don’t you little girl?” He unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out, watching the shadow it casts over your hungry expression. Joel scoffs as if disgusted by your eagerness, but really, he’s getting off on it. “Quit embarrassing yourself and just start suckin’ it already,” he mutters down at you.
Joel’s cock points toward your lips, a dot of precum blossoming on its fat, ruddy tip. You swipe your tongue across it, collecting the pearly liquid. He takes his cock by the base and smacks it heavy against your cheek. “I said suck it,” he scolds. “Not give it a fuckin’ kiss.” Joel grabs you by the hair and pulls your lips over his cock, thrusting back and forth inside your mouth. “Have to do everything myself,” he grunts as you struggle to take him, spit bubbling around your lips and dripping to the floor. Joel’s body is curved forward, his stomach tensed as he fucks down your throat. He feels your muscles constrict quickly, telling him you’re about to vomit. Joel pulls out long enough for you to swallow back the vomit and catch your breath, his hand still locked in your hair, then immediately pulls you back over his cock and continues to selfishly use your throat.
When he feels the threat of vomit approaching again, Joel decides you’ve had enough. He wipes away the bubbly spit and mucus smeared over your face and neck. “On your back,” Joel orders, tugging his shirt over his head. “Panties off, NOW.” He nestles between your legs, spitting on two of his fingers before abruptly forcing them inside your cunt. Your eyes go wide, your back arching into a crescent as the sudden penetration overwhelms you. “You can take it,” Joel assures you, resting his cheek against your inner thigh, occasionally kissing the soft skin there while he fingers you. “Been smellin’ this little pussy all day, y’know that?” Joel smirks. “All the time we were goin’ back and forth at each other, I knew you were makin’ a mess all over your panties…”
Joel yanks his fingers from inside you and spanks your pussy, making you cry out. He doesn’t give you any time to recover before shoving his fingers back inside, pumping your guts like he’s angry at them. “You need an attitude adjustment,” Joel mutters darkly. “And probably a back adjustment too, by the time I’m done with you.” He flips you onto your stomach with his fingers still inside you. There’s a pressure against your asshole as Joel pushes his thumb just past its puckering barrier, penetrating you there as well. “Look at that,” he says, admiring the way you wiggle your hips to encourage him. “Keep pushin’ back on me like that ‘n I’ll put another finger inside you. Wear you like a fuckin’ puppet.” Joel chuckles darkly, his fingers toying inside your holes. “Guess that’d be one way to fix your brat mouth, wouldn’t it? Make you my little puppet so you can’t talk shit anymore.”
He pulls his fingers from your pussy and pops them in his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them with a groan. “Fuckin’ heaven,” he murmurs. “There’s nothin’ I’d rather do more than to bury my face in your sweet little cunt and lick you till you’re beggin’ me to quit,” Joel adds. “But that’d be a treat, and you don’t deserve it after the way you bitched at me all afternoon.”
He’s kneeling between your legs, his eyes coasting over your back and ass, admiring the pretty marks his hand left on it. He spits into his palm and takes hold of his cock, pressing his tip just against your asshole. He feels you tense, and smirks behind you. “Don’t worry sweetheart,” Joel teases, guiding his tip lower. “I’m not gonna put it in your ass.” He spanks you with his cock, your lips quivering around his tip. “God knows if I did, you’d make a mess all over the place and have to spend the night cleaning shit and cum out of the carpet.” Joel bucks into your pussy without warning, your lips parting in a low groan. “This way,” he breathes against your neck, his body curved over yours. “All you’ll be cleaning up is cum.”
Joel closes his hand around your throat, holding you in place with your back in an arch. He forces his cock as deeply inside you as possible, pulling back a little when he feels your cervix against his tip. “Hold still,” he gruffly orders. “You want to make things right between us, don’t you?”
You nod as best you can with Joel’s hand around your throat.
“Then be a good girl and lay here while I use you, understand?”
He lets you answer definitively, just to check in and make sure you’re alright. Joel may have been hurt and pissed off by your antics earlier this afternoon, but under no circumstances would he ever abuse you. He needs to know you’re alright with the kind of language he’s using, and the easiest way to do that while remaining somewhat threatening is to ask, “You think you’re ready to take what I’m about to give you?”
“Yes,” you reply without hesitation, knowing full well that if you said no, Joel would immediately stop. “I’ve been such a bad girl.” You feel his cock twitch inside you, so you keep going. “Need you to teach me a lesson…”
…And Joel does. He beats your pussy into submission, fucking you like he hates you when in reality, Joel doesn’t think he could love you more without his heart bursting open. He’s laying across your back, his body almost flush with yours, hands pinning your wrists to the ground beside your head. He rests his forehead against the back of your hair, panting hot and wet over your neck. With his big hand still closed around your throat, Joel pistons into you so hard your tits are smacking against his forearm with every thrust.
Your ass bounces off his stomach each time they collide, his cock punching frenetically between your warm, moist walls. Joel feels himself getting close, and prays he has the self control to pull out in time. You’re fluttering around him in a way that tells him you’re on the edge as well, so he continues to fuck you at the same pace that’s brought you both to this point.
When you start to come, Joel has to pull out. He knows you don’t want to get pregnant right now and as deeply as he’s fucking you, there’s no way his cum would end up anywhere other than all over your cervix if he stayed inside you.
As soon as Joel pulls out, he stuffs two fingers back inside of you and keeps up the same pace as his cock before. You ride out your orgasm on his fingers, while Joel uses his other hand to stroke himself. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he pants over your back, letting go of his cock just long enough to give your ass two hard swats. “Keep squeezin’ my fingers, just like that, fuck…” Joel closes his eyes and lets out a string of curses, his cock spilling warm and white all over his lap.
Your cheek is resting against the floor, a contented smile on your lips when Joel catches you watching him. “So,” he pants, trying to catch his breath. “Are we good, little girl?”
You bite your lip, nodding affirmatively. “Yeah,” you reply, your eyes getting heavy. “We’re definitely good.”
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hawkinsbnbg · 5 months ago
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Fuckboy Eddie and his heart-stealer Steve
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Eddie who never did relationships because he thought he wasn't made for them, and Steve who was used to people falling in love with him and blamed him for breaking their hearts when he didn't reciprocate their feelings.
Somehow, they met, hooked up twice, and struck a deal: fun time only with no strings attached.
After months of fooling around, talking, and sharing tender moments together, Eddie was forced to accept that he was head over ass for Steve Harrington—the very man he had sworn up and down to not fall in love with.
At first, Eddie wanted to deny it, to scoff at the absurdity. Although Steve was his type: pretty, bitchy, funny, and kind-hearted, the man was also everything he stood against: preppy, vain, and oblivious.
And yet, the more he got to know Steve, the more endeared he was to Steve's 'less attractive' sides. It caused him to reevaluate his entire personal doctrine and wonder if he really ever found Steve unattractive at all.
The answer was a big 'No' glaring back at him like a bad joke, leaving him no place to be in denial.
Meanwhile, Steve also realized the subtle changes in Eddie. The longing looks, the lingering touches, the carnal desire in between kisses, the mindless affectionate gestures, and the fond smiles Eddie would give him when he said or did something silly.
Steve should've felt relieved that their feelings were mutual, but he panicked instead. Because what if Eddie only liked the idea of him? What if Eddie regretted catching feelings for him after seeing his real self? Pathetic and not worthy of love?
What if he fucked this all up and made Eddie hate him like many other people in the past? What then?
For the first time, Steve was unsure of his situation. He couldn't afford to lose Eddie by ending things between them, or admit his feelings to the other man unless he wanted to break his own heart.
In the end, he chose to say nothing, to keep up his façade, pretend that he didn't see the yearning in Eddie's eyes and knew he was never brave enough to take that one step.
However, Steve had underestimated one thing—Eddie's obsession with him.
"I love you," hot lips planted on his ear as his ass was plowed from behind.
Bracing his hands on the headboard, Steve choked on his breath, not trusting himself to hear it right. He was about to ignore it when Eddie started talking again.
"You don't have to say it back. Gonna wait for you however long it takes," Eddie let out a low groan when Steve clenched down suddenly.
The pace was picked up, each thrust was aimed precisely at Steve's prostate, strong arms kept his shaking body stay upright, sturdy chest pressed flush against his back, warm breath tickled his clammy skin as the husky voice whispered in his ear again.
"Yeah, s'a promise, sweetheart. Gonna follow you til the end of the world. Gonna be your ghost and shadow. Gonna stay w'you even in death,” sharp teeth sank into soft flesh, wanting to draw blood and leave marks behind. "We'll be buried in the same coffin and corroded together. Intermingled until we become one."
It was unsettling how both insane and lovesick Eddie sounded. Even in the haze of his arousal, Steve could feel himself tremble, could hear himself moan brokenly at the stinging pain and the heady sensation that zipped down his spine.
It's him! Steve’s heart sang, soaring and dancing merrily.
He knew he had found his one. The person who would love him without holding back.
“Then make me yours,” Steve craned his neck to meet those dark wild eyes. “Keep me, brand me.”
There was no pause or hesitation when a hand came up and wrapped around his throat like a collar.
“Mine,” Eddie growled and tightened his fingers further, hips pistoning without restraint, driving himself deeper and deeper into the constricting heat.
Steve’s eyes rolled back, mouth dropped open, and tongue lolled out. Spit and drool dribbled down his chin as he gasped for air, holding onto the headboard for dear life as Eddie pounded into him in earnest.
Whatever came afterward had passed in a blur, Steve was too out of it to remember much else besides the endless pleasure that kept crashing over him, overwhelming and intoxicant.
By the time they were done, he was an incoherent mess, unable to think straight or even move a limb.
Eddie didn't seem to mind, though. The man had cleaned him up efficiently in their joined shower, put him in comfy pjs, ordered his favorite takeouts, and hand-fed him until he was drowsy from fullness. All the while giving him small kisses, telling him sweet promises and things that were too good to be true.
As he slowly drifted off in Eddie’s arms, he knew they still had so much to discuss the next time they woke up with clearer minds and calmer hearts.
But for now, Steve was content to let his boyfriend take care of him, knowing he was in good hands.
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augustinewrites · 1 year ago
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you should absolutely add naoya to the story!!!! i would LOVE some drama between gojo and that loserrrr i just know they hate each other so MUCH
useful context for this fic can be found in three conditions!
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"'salt to taste,'" satoru reads, already confused. "what the hell does that even mean?"
tuesdays are always his day to cook dinner - meaning the second you smell something burning, you kick him out of the kitchen to take over - but you'd left about left twenty minutes ago to pick the kids up from karate, so he's on his own.
shrugging, he pours a questionable amount of salt into the bowl of vegetables he's been attempting to season.
after tossing in the rest of the spices, the next step is to cook over medium-high heat. so he flicks the stove on, leaning against the counter as he waits for the pan to heat up.
that's when a knock sounds at the door.
he doesn't move, hoping whoever it is just gives up and goes away. he wasn't expecting any guests, and the backup food he'd ordered shouldn't be arriving for another half hour.
but whoever it is bangs on the door this time, clearly impatient and wanting to get on his nerves.
huffing, he flicks the stove off and stomps to the door, yanking it open.
"you've gotta be fucking kidding me."
"still as uncouth as ever, i see," naoya zenin scoffs, rolling his eyes.
"and you're still as ugly as i remember," he fires back. "no wait— uglier."
that gets the reaction satoru's hoping for, naoya scowling as he says. "seems the rumours are true. my dear relative's run away to become a gojo whore."
satoru barely manages to keep his hands off the blond's throat, because killing him would start an all out war with the zen'ins, and he isn't ready to make waves (yet).
it wouldn't take much force to just put his head through the wall, would it?
"just tell me what you want so i can say no," he says instead, voice fighting to remain steady.
god, he hates the smug look on his face as he asks, "how much do you want?"
"excuse me?"
"how much do you want," he repeats slowly, as if he were talking to a particularly stupid animal. "for her. and the fushiguro boy."
it takes satoru a moment to realize what exactly he's asking for, the request so outlandish that he can hardly believe it. "how much do i— you're insane."
he goes to slam the door, but naoya is quick to catch it.
"it's only right that they should be with their family, don't you think?"
"and that's you?"
"if we're being sentimental about it, yes."
"well, they're not for sale," he says firmly, removing his sunglasses and tucking them into his pocket. every molecule of restraint is quickly leaving his body. "nor will they ever be. now leave."
stupid as he is, naoya senses the thinly veiled threat and turns on his heel, satoru keeping his eyes trained on him until he disappears down the hall.
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"naoya stopped by."
"what did he want?" you ask, lips already pulled down into a frown as you take another dish to dry.
"you and megumi."
"of course he does," you sigh, setting the plate aside and resting your palms on the counter "they want ten shadows."
"what are we going to do?" he asks seriously. "what if next time they don't ask?"
"there's not much we can do right now," you tell him grimly. "it’s the zen’in clan, satoru. we just need to keep our heads down and focus on getting megumi into jujutsu tech. at least he won't be so vulnerable with all of us around—”
“hey, hey,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours. “i’m not going to let anything happen to you both. you know that, right?”
“i know,” you smile, kissing the tip of his nose. “that’s why i’m not suggesting we’ve halfway across the world.”
“that’s not a bad idea. we could move somewhere hot and tropical. i’d get to see you in a swimsuit almost everyday…”
“you’d get sunburnt,” you correct, laughing as he nudges his face into the crook of your neck.
“i’d happily let myself get sunburnt if it meant you were safe,” he murmurs into your skin. “the kids would probably eviscerate me if i let anything happen to you.”
“of course they would. they’d starve otherwise.”
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tojirights · 7 months ago
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tags: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, drug use, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, casual hookup
toji had been your dealer consistently for quite a while now, and you were well aware of his reputation. you always did your best to not go visit him alone, knowing damn well you'd let him persuade you into falling into bed with him.
but you were insanely bored and had the weekend off so you were in need of some more bud. unfortunately, everyone and their mother seemed to be busy so you suck it up and plan to meet with toji alone. when you pull up to his door, which you also knew was a bad idea, he opens the door with a smirk. “hey sweet thing.” he speaks, already making you feel weak in the knees. “by yourself tonight?” toji raises an eyebrow, seeing just you and your purse. with a sigh, you nod. "yeah everyone bailed on me this weekend. just me, some takeout and shitty movies." you say with a small laugh.
the way toji's eyes scan your body makes a pit form in your stomach. he clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "mh, can't let that happen. come in, why dontcha?" he steps aside, gesturing for you to enter. you hesistate, pulling your lip between your teeth. "i uhh... i shouldn't. not really looking to end up on the news tonight." you tease, watching as toji's eyes falter before he laughs. "i like you, kid. c'mon, i got some bud rolled and ready. on me tonight."
free weed? now you may be dumb but you're not an idiot.
against your better judgement, you accept his invite in. his place was... cleaner than expected... but the smell of the freshly ground weed hit your nose immediately and you let yourself relax. what's the worst that could happen, huh? toji wouldn't kill you or anything, right?
right?
sitting down on his rather comfortable couch, you look at the rolling tray with three blunts ready to be smoked. "as my guest, you have first dibs." toji says, placing himself next to you on the cushion. there's enough space where you aren't feeling suffocated by his presence, but you're fully aware of his body heat.
with a shaky hand, you make your choice and make no hesitation to spark up. your nerves start to settle after a few minutes, smoke flowing around you after your first hit. toji watches diligently, a smirk growing on his face as he watches your muscles stop tensing. "good shit huh?" he asks, taking his first hit. you sit back with your eyes closed, taking in the effects.
you supress a cough as the second hit burns your throat, and that shit hurt but you won't let toji think you can't take a hit so you do your best to suck up the pain. "fuck." you cough, unable to hold it and toji just chuckles. you didn't even see him light up the other joint, but he's already somehow burned through more than you. as the pain resides, you're overwhelmed with the euphoric feeling that you've come to rely on.
toji's still respecting your space, but it somehow feels like the room has shrunk and all you can think about is how close his knee is to yours. your body heat starts to spike, a telltale sign of arousal starting to burn in your gut and you beg it not to show. you're no stranger to bud putting you in the mood, but now is not the time.
"holdin' up alright doll?" toji hums, breaking you from your trance. "h-hm? oh yeah." you fumble your words as you turn to face him. your brain chemisty must be fucked, because the moment your eyes meet his, your self restraint all but snaps. "fuck... toji, i-i..." you sound like an idiot, and your cheeks burn with embarrassment. you try to hide it with an awkward laugh, but it gets lost in your throat when toji's hand rests on your cheek and captures your lips in his.
you would like to say you pulled away and slapped him right across the face, but you instead immediately crawl into his lap. strong hands wrap around your waist to grip the fat of your ass, earning a groan from toji. "y'been dreamin' of this, haven't you baby girl?" toji uses his grip to basically force you to grind on his quickly hardening cock, making you whimper against his lips.
'never fuck your dealer'
your number one rule is quickly disappearing as your hands desperately tug at the hem of toji's shirt, the sudden need to see him unclothed, taking over your senses. he does the same to you, removing your top and expertly unhooking your bra from behind your back. "you clean?" toji pants between kisses, lifting his hips so he can free his cock. you nod, doing the same just a little clumsier. "and on the pill." your response almost makes toji laugh, but he can't help but to find those simple little words so sexy.
there wasn't much more hesitation after you both cleared eachother, your leggings barely making it off your ankles before you feel the head of toji's cock slipping into your needy pussy. you brace for the push in, knowing damn well that toji's cock is bigger than any you've taken in the past. you whine with every hard inch of cock that spreads you open, hearing the squelching sound your pussy only makes after months of not getting fucked properly.
"fuckin' hell kid..." toji groans as his cock forces its way in, all the way until your ass hits his thighs. you're shaking as you try to accommodate not only the length, but the girth of toji's cock. reaching behind you, you grab the last joint off the table and light up, taking as big of an inhale as you can. before you can exhale, toji's grabbing your jaw and pulling your face to his so that you have no choice but to blow the smoke right into his mouth.
you pause now, sitting in toji's lap with his cock pressing snugly against your cervix. it's almost too much, your head spinning as the weed takes over your senses once more. toji takes the still lit joint and takes his own hit before doing the same and blowing it down your throat this time.
and when toji senses your hesitation to keep moving on his cock, he doesn't waste another moment in reaching around to grab a handful of ass, slowly bouncing you up and down on his shaft. "w-wait toji-" you gasp, hands on his chest to brace yourself but toji only gives you a second to breathe before he's lifting you higher and fucking up into you with a harsh pace.
"see? y'didn't need me to wait, sweetheart." toji coos, his grip tightening to keep you lifted so his cock meets no resistance. "your pussy was made for taking cock." he grunts, taking the still burning joint from your hands to blow more smoke in your face. your thighs shake as you keep yourself balanced, each deep stroke of his cock has you seeing stars as intoxication takes over. every nerve in your body screams with pleasure as toji fucks into you relentlessly.
"o-oh fuck toji." you whine, eyes screwed shut as the coil in your gut threatens to snap at any moment. toji's quick to flip your position, flinging you onto your back as he now looms on top of you. "wanna feel y'cum on my cock." he breathes in your ear, hitching one of your legs up around his waist. "s-so close." you mewl, back arching off the leather couch as toji's cock hits you just right. your cunt clenches around his length, waves of pleasure just about to crash over you and-
your eyes widen as toji's hand wraps around your throat, just enough pressure to make your head dizzier than it already was. "ooh yes that's a pretty baby." toji moans, hips stuttering as his own orgasm quickly approaches. you gasp for air as toji's hand tightens just a bit, and that's enough to push you over the edge. your legs spasm as you cunt squeezes toji's cock. wave after wave crashes into you, and toji doesn't relent his brutal pace.
if anything, he quickens his thrusts. "good fuckin' girl." he sighs, letting your pussy milk the cum from his balls. as toji cums, you feel it fill you from within, so much that it starts to leak down his length and onto the couch as he pulls out. you try your best to hold it in, not make a mess on his furniture, but his seed slides right down your inner thigh and mixes with your own juices to make quite a mess.
"o-oh god i'm so sorry-" you're immediately embarrassed and try to pull your panties back on to stop it from leaking but toji pulls you onto his lap and reaches for the end of the blunt. you whine as you feel the sticky seed leaking onto toji's pants. "sorry?" he cocks a brow, hands finding their way back to your ass again. "the only thing you should be sorry for is that now i need to keep givin' you free weed." he says with a chuckle. "i keep good pussy well taken care of." he whispers in your ear, earning a shudder that runs down your spine.
fuck...
never sleep with your deal. unless maybe he's hot.
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hwashotcheeto · 8 months ago
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Okay so...Mommy!Hwa...
I can't get him out of my head. This is pure filthy smut thoughts (with fluffy aftercare), so enjoy
Warnings: Mild CNC (the scene was discussed beforehand, everything is consensual, there's one check in), pussy slapping, oral, overstimulation (all reader recieving)
Mommy!Hwa tying you to the bed with your arms stretched out, leaving you vulnerable, stripped naked for him.
"I know why you acted out," he cooed softly, leaning over you, running his fingertips up your thighs until he reaches your core.
"You wanted punishment, didn't you, little one? You wanted this?"
When you looked up at him, he was amused. His tone didn't seem upset. Maybe you did get what you wanted.
You nodded confidently. The next second, you saw white when Seonghwa brought his hand down and slapped your core. A strangled cry of pain shot from your lips.
"You little brat," he spat, leaning closer to you. "You should know by now that I don't tolerate that."
"I'm sorry, please-" You began to beg, but Seonghwa slapped you again, forcing another cry out of you.
"You missed your chance for sorry."
His tone made you shiver. Fear coursed through you as you looked up at him, his eyes that had gone dark and narrow, his jaw that had tightened.
Shit, you really did it this time.
"Mommy, please, I'm so sor-"
Seonghwa grabbed onto your jaw and forced you to look at him, holding your cheeks so you couldn't speak.
"You're gonna take this, because you were bad. Isn't that what you agreed to?"
You nodded slowly as tears filled your eyes. Seonghwa's eyes flashed with concern for a moment, and his gaze softened.
"Safeword?" He asked softly, his dominant tone from before disappearing.
"No, I'm okay." You shook your head. "Promise, I'm okay. Keep going."
Seonghwa looked down at your body, then your eyes, looking for any possible hint of resistance. When he didn't find it, he nodded, and his eyes narrowed again.
"Brats get punished, you know this." He pulled away from you moved to settle down between your legs. "However Mommy sees fit, correct?"
"Yes Mommy," you whimpered out as you looked down at him, watching him put his hair up into a ponytail before he laid down on his stomach.
"And what Mommy thinks..." Seonghwa flicked his eyes up to yours, staring through you into your very soul. "Is that you're going to get what you wanted."
Seonghwa dove into your cunt, wrapping his arms around your thighs and running his tongue all over you, making out with your core. A shriek errupted from your throat as he left you no mercy, focusing on your clit, flicking his tongue against it over and over.
"Mommy, gentle, please!" You cried out, pulling on the restraints, but it was no use. Seonghwa wasn't stopping any time soon, not when he was holding you down against the bed and assaulting your clit.
Even though you were trying to squirm out of his tight grip, it was no use. He wasn't letting you go, and he sure as Hell wasn't stopping.
After all, this is what you wanted, isn't it? His attention?
"Don't tell me it's too much now," Seonghwa growled out during a pause, smacking your cunt as he spoke. "You were practically begging for this, now take it." With that, he dove back in, sucking on your clit this time instead.
Your cries of protest quickly turned to cries of desperation as Seonghwa continued. The closer he brought you, the more you cried out for him to keep going, to please let you come.
"Mommy, I'm gonna come!" You pulled on the restraints again as you arched your back, gasping as you got closer to the edge.
And you were pleasantly surprised when you tipped over and dove into the pleasure, squeezing his head with your thighs as you cried out his name, the pleasure washing over you and invading every bone in your body.
But then Seonghwa didn't stop. He was still sucking on your clit like the last bit of air on Earth was in there.
"Mommy, stop," you cried, trying to pull away from him, but he just held you tighter. "Mommy, it's too much, please!"
Tears formed in your eyes as your body twitched and jerked from the overstimulation. Your thighs were quivering, your breathing was labored. And it wouldn't stop any time soon.
"Mommy, please, I-"
Seonghwa pulled away for just a moment to speak to you. "Every time you tell me no, I'll make you come again, understand?"
And honestly, part of you wanted to see how true that was.
"Please don't, don't do this, I'm sorry-"
"That's another one." And he went back to making out with your cunt, licking up everything that had spilled out of you before he went back to your clit.
And goddamn, did Seonghwa keep his promise.
You lost count after the fourth one. Your brain was probably mush and leaking out of your ears by the end of it. You didn't even have the energy to keep fighting.
But at that point, Seonghwa noticed the exhaustion, and he pulled away, crawling back up to hover over you and hold your face. By his count, you still had one more left to go, but you didn't look like you could take it.
"I think you've had enough." His voice was sweet like it was before, his eyes gentle now. He reached up to undo the restraints on your wrists and throw them on the floor. He pulled you into his arms and held you against his chest, kissing the top of your head.
"You did so good, sweetheart." You smiled at his praise, gratefully leaning into him. "You can rest now. Mommy's got you."
"It was good," you sighed, closing your eyes as sleep began to pull you in.
"It was, it was good. But now you need rest, okay?"
You nodded. "Yes Mommy."
There was no better way to fall asleep than in the arms of your Mommy. Safe, protected, and loved.
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ghostandsoap · 1 year ago
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Double-Sided
John Price x Fem! “Peach” Reader
Tags: Angst. Momma Peach and Poppa Price fight in front of the “kids.”
Word Count: 4.8k
“I would’ve if you had let me.”
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She had been at it for hours.
She had a side stitch from standing for so long and the splitting pain in her head was only getting worse with each passing moment. The stress and tension of the room didn’t help, but there was no way she was giving in. 
She could do this all day, but it was beginning to take a toll on her.
Her brain felt like it was swimming in circles. The same movements repeated in her hand gestures and leg motions, and the same threats and words of venom spit from her mouth as she tried to break the man sitting in the middle of the room.
Apparently, he had the same kind of patience that she did. Besides, it wasn’t like he could go anywhere.
He had stopped trying to fight the restraints of his chair long ago. He wasn’t getting up from where he sat without some outside help, which he most surely wouldn’t be getting. Ghost and Soap had been the ones to wrestle and tie him down, so the odds of him getting loose were slim to none.
It was well into the night. Darkness and stars had painted the sky hours ago. Too bad she and the rest of the Force were stuck inside trying to get answers out of this scumbag, who didn’t show any signs of giving up the information she wanted from him.
Notorious criminal was a basic definition of his character. He and his posse of “colleagues” had been tied to four different chemical warfare incidents in the last several months. “Colleagues” was a term that he so leisurely used, but she hardly considered them to be friendly co-workers. 
He and his crew had designed and created a chemical weapon that had been used in these chemical attacks over the course of the last several months. They had only just now caught up to him, because he was just as good as staying under the radar as he was making his mark. 
Word was that they had sent a “special shipment” of this lab-made weapon to an official location, but the destination was unknown – hence why Peach had been grilling him for half the night at this point. They needed to find the shipment and intercept it before it reached where it was intended to go. A mass exposure to this chemical weapon could mean a lot of damage and fatalities. 
Time wasn’t on her side, and he was stalling and wasting as much of it as he could. 
She was the best interrogator of the team. Each member had their own strengths when it came to squeezing answers out of a person of interest. 
Soap had a certain way with words that could cause the subject to unintentionally give up information. Gaz was cool and convincing, and Price had a temper on him that could shake up pretty much anyone. Ghost was just plain scary – he could merely walk in the room and some people would fold immediately.
But Peach had a little bit of it all. She was convincing and smooth, but could also turn angry and loud. She had it down to a science, but this was her hardest attempt yet. 
Usually she slapped them around a little bit. It sped up the process and you wouldn’t believe the people that caved just because they didn’t want to be beat up by such a sweet-looking woman. Other times though, it slowed everything down. It was a risk that usually had to be weighed once she was in the middle of things and had scoped it out.
But Price had given her once simple command before she began her interrogation.
“Whatever you do, don’t lay a finger on him.”
She had whined and protested, begging her Captain to give her the freedom to get her hands bloody if she needed it. It wasn’t like she ever really hurt anybody that bad. She could control herself much more than if Price went in there and put his hands on the guy.
Still, John feared that if she used her knuckles instead of her head, then they’d never get anything out of him.
Right now she was trying the convincing approach, although she wasn’t getting anywhere. In the last several hours, she had probably asked him what felt like about 100 questions, and he hadn’t answered a single one. He dodged every question and demand and brushed off every insult, threat, and comment. 
She circled him for what had to have been the millionth time. She was sick of looking at his face, and she could only imagine he was tired of seeing her too.  
“That shipment must be goin’ somewhere real important if you’re this tight lipped about it,” She persuaded, her hands shoving into the pockets of her cargo pants. “Must be headed for someone mighty special.”
There had been a few times where she was positive that he was about to give something up, but then he’d catch himself and change the subject completely. 
“That accent…” He rumbled, and she didn’t even bother resisting to roll her eyes. “You’re a long way from home, huh?”
She could only describe his voice as snakelike. It had a certain pitch to it, and all of his “S” sounds were drawn out like a hiss. 
A few times, she entertained his counter questions. If it brought her closer to getting something out of him, then she didn’t mind giving up some personal information of her own. It was a fair trade off, if you will.
“Haven’t been home in a long time,” She answered. “I can’t seem to ditch the accent.”
“I’d say it suits you.” He shrugged.
This had been the cycle the entire time. She would ask a question and he would change the subject. She was beyond frustrated because nothing was working.
The room that they were in was stuffy. The air was warm, thick, and it felt like she was breathing soup with every inhale she took. Beads of sweat lined her forehead and dripped down the middle of her back, despite the fact that she had stripped down to a tank and her most comfortable set of pants. 
The room was straight out of a movie. Concrete floors, cinder block walls, and there was hardly any real light coming from the singular LED overhead. Based on how it flickered and flashed, it was clear that it had been quite some time since the bulb had been changed.
There was a singular window that offered observation inside, and it connected the adjacent room. The glass was tinted from the inside, so the eyes that were inside, couldn’t see outside.
Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap had been watching this whole time from the opposite side, and they were growing more discouraged by the minute.
“She’s not getting anywhere, Captain. He’s barely said anything useful.” Ghost remarked, who was saying what everyone else was thinking. 
Price sighed. They could only do this for so long before they would just be wasting precious time on a dead end. Price didn’t want to pull her out because that was giving up in her mind. But he couldn’t stand to watch her keep doing this.
While she was hiding it well, he knew she was as distressed as could be on the inside. He had seen her in her more visible moments of stress and anxiety, and he knew she was close to the beginning of a breakdown. 
“Let’s give her another half hour,” Price advised. “Maybe she can turn this around.”
They were all tired. It had been a long day and now they were already well into an even longer night. They needed as much rest as they could possibly get before coming up with a new plan and starting over. They didn’t have enough time to try and do this again. 
It turned out that Price’s extra thirty minutes had dwindled down to about two minutes.
“This is gonna go a whole lot easier if you just tell me now,” Her voice lowered, her tone smooth and dark. “Where’s the shipment bein’ sent to?” 
Of course, he wasn’t going to answer that. She was mean and she was tough, but he had spent years perfecting keeping his cool under this kind of pressure. 
“That Captain of yours has it bad for you, doesn’t he?”
A thunderclap of dread cracked in Price’s chest and vibrated to the rest of his body. If there was one way to set her off, it was to bring him into it. She didn’t totally lose it right away, but he could tell just by looking at her that she was close by that comment alone.
John knew better than to look at Soap, Ghost or Gaz, but he knew they were watching him like a hawk. They were waiting for a reaction, but they surely weren’t going to get one. 
“Not a word.” Price instructed, still staring ahead through the dirty glass.
They all jumped, quickly looking in different directions as if they hadn’t been waiting for some kind of tell that this guy was getting under his skin.
It wasn’t necessarily a secret that Peach and Price had been seeing each other. They weren’t really trying to hide it, but they also weren’t going out of their way to share it publicly. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap were curious, but too afraid to ask. They were entitled to privacy, but it didn’t stop them from being nosy.
“What makes you say that?” She dared to ask through almost bared teeth.
“It’s in his eyes. He doesn’t look at his men the way he looks at you,” He said. “How long has that been going on?”
“That’s none of your fuckin’ business.” She growled, and her pupils were expanded the way they were every time she was heated. 
This wasn’t going anywhere good. The second she laid hands on him, this entire thing was going to be blown.
“She’s gettin’ angry, Captain.” Soap advised, which was more of a warning than anything.
“Not yet.” Price held up a hand, giving her up until the last possible second to get something. 
She remembered John’s words. It was imperative to find out where the chemical weapon was going. There was no telling what they were planning to do with it and what kind of mass effect it would have. She couldn’t be the one to jeopardize that. She knew that entertaining his nagging questions would only make things worse.
“Where’s the shipment going?” She asked one final time.
He leaned forward as much as the restraints would allow, his words rolling off in his most sinister tone.
“Fuck you.”
Shit.
Price saw the fire explode in her eyes, and he knew to react before she had a chance to.
“Ghost. Get her.” Price ordered immediately.
Ghost was swift on his feet, entering the room and snatching Peach up before she even had a chance to do or say anything else. He hoisted her off the ground, ignoring her wriggling and shrills of protest. A blast of cold air hit her when he carried her back into the next room, which was barely helpful to her boiling blood.
Ghost wrestled to set her back on her feet, but kept a strong arm around her to fight her attempts to get back in the other room. She shrieked and pleaded for Ghost to let her go, and the good Captain only stepped in when Soap and Gaz had to assist Ghost in holding her down.
“That’s enough,” Price barked. “We’re done here.”
She ripped herself from Ghost’s hold at the sound of John’s voice, giving him a look so cold that it sent a shudder down his spine. Her anger was now laser focused on Captain Price, who wasn’t looking forward to the argument that was undoubtedly about to unfold.
“Let me at him, John, he’s gotta give in sometime.” She hissed, strands of her hair sticking to her damp forehead and the back of her neck.
He didn’t want to fight. He hated fighting with her. He especially didn’t want to get into a squabble with her in front of the rest of the team. But right now, he needed to be her captain first. This was her captain speaking, not her lover. 
This was one of those moments where it was unexplainably hard to be both.
He wanted to comfort her, to reassure her that she was doing everything that she could. He could praise her for her determination and hard work. At the same time, he couldn’t just sit and watch her work herself to death, especially for no reward. There was much more at stake, and her pride getting a little damaged was better than wasting all of her time trying to crack this nut. 
He grabbed her arm, dragging her away from the door in case she tried to force her way back inside. 
“You’re done for the night,” John commanded. “You’re not getting anywhere with him.”
Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were standing aside, watching and listening without saying a word. It wasn’t often that Peach and Price got into it like this. But when they did, they knew not to interject or intervene.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She stood in front of him, her eyes squinted and jaw clenched as her accent drew thicker. 
Fire was burning in her eyes. The outline of the vein in her forehead was showing under her skin as her cheeks grew hotter with each passing second. 
He knew that she would take that the wrong way. He wasn’t insulting her attempt or her work, but she surely took it that way. She was tired from being up so long, irritated by the suspect’s behavior, and disappointed that all of this was for nothing. 
But at the moment, that wasn’t Price’s understanding of the situation. All he knew was that she was angry and questioning his judgment in front of his team, and he had to match her tone. 
“It means that this is a waste of time,” His voice grew louder, cheeks burning red. “We can’t afford any more dead ends.”
“And what do you suppose that I do in the meantime?” She challenged him, something she rarely ever did.
“You need to take a break. Get some rest. We’ll reconvene in the morning,” John barked. “That’s an order.”
She didn’t like that at all. She was determined to keep at this until she physically couldn’t anymore. This was just too important to give up on now. She shook her head in disbelief, a mixture of fury and disappointment causing her to be so vicious. 
She could stand here and argue with him for the rest of the night, but if there was anything that she knew would be a waste of time, it was arguing with John Price. 
“Yes, Captain.” She hissed, those two simple words dripping with venom as she pushed past him. 
He sighed as she stalked out of the room, no doubt going to find the furthest place to get some sleep. Price knew better than that though. She would be up the rest of the night stewing over this, prematurely blaming herself for something that hadn’t happened yet. 
He was already feeling guilty for his reaction. He knew better than to blow up at anyone like that…especially her. He was tired, she was tired, everybody was tired. His emotions in a state of exhaustion and irritability had gotten the best of him.
He knew what he needed to do – cool off and go fix this.
Ghost was the first one to speak up when he realized they really were finished for the night.
“What about him?” Ghost asked, tilting his head to reference the terrorist that was still tied down. 
“Leave him. He’s not going anywhere.” 
That was Price’s way of telling him that he wasn’t in the mood to deal with a criminal right now. That was also Price’s way of telling the three of them that they could do whatever they pleased with him at this point. Price didn’t ask any questions about what they intended to do with him. He didn’t need to know, and he trusted that they would leave him intact enough so he would see his day in the clink.
Price had other matters to tend to. A clammed up suspect wasn’t worth his time. Everybody needed to regroup and come up with a new strategy when the new day came around. 
Rest, reconcile, and regroup. That was his to-do list. He emphasized the second one, but cooling off needed to come first.
He left Ghost, Soap, and Gaz to their own devices, trudging off to find a quiet place to collect himself.
***
If there was one place that Price always knew where to look for her, it was the infirmary.
She was the only one of the team that was trained and qualified enough to effectively utilize the space. Most people avoided it, considering the times that they were there were usually because they were injured or coming down with something. Needless to say that, other than her, it wasn’t likely to catch anybody hanging around there for fun.
She excelled there. It was her main place of work and where her skills were most useful and appreciated. She was talented in many other ways, but her medical knowledge was just so precious and priceless. The force could scrape by without having someone who was perfectly trained in combat or computer hacking. But without a medic? Success was highly unlikely.
The infirmary was where she felt the most useful. She felt almost…safe there.
He knew that’s where she would be. She was probably standing at one of the cabinets, taking all of its contents out and organizing them back inside again. 
It was a meaningless task, just something to occupy her hands while her brain circled around itself. She would do this over and over until every corner of every box was flawlessly lined up and every label on every bottle was centered with the front of the cabinet. It was just to distract herself, and an attempt to keep her real feelings at bay. 
Not to mention, she was unbelievably angry with her captain.
John knew that she wasn’t going to be thrilled to see him. He prepared himself for another fight as he navigated his way to the infirmary. She would never yell or scream at him, but her voice always turned ice cold and stern when she was upset. He found that to be worse. He’d rather her scream in his face – that way he’d have no question about how she was feeling.
She also wasn’t one to talk about things right away. She liked time to simmer on it and at least cool off a little before talking it out. He had waited around 45 minutes before seeking her out. 45 minutes was all he could stand. The anxiety and anticipation of knowing she was alone and seething to herself was unbearable for him. 
While he was desperate to get this resolved, he also had to stand firm in his decision to pull her out of the interrogation. It might’ve upset her as his girlfriend, but it was the right move as her captain. He could acknowledge her disapproval while also defending his decision. 
He turned a corner and immediately noticed a glow of light coming from the open doorway of the infirmary. He could feel the energy from here. She certainly wasn’t in the best mood.
Nonetheless, he would rather have a conversation than move on without discussing it. 
Sure enough, there she was – facing the cabinet on the back wall, lining up boxes of gauze pads and organizing bottles of disinfectant. He could practically see the steam hissing out of her ears, like her head would blow off of her shoulders at any moment. 
He leaned against the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets and his feet crossed over one another. She was oblivious to him standing there, another sign that her focus was elsewhere. He took a calming breath to recenter himself before he made himself known.
“Hey, Peach.” He kept a neutral tone.
Her shoulders squared and straightened at the sound of his voice. She wasn’t expecting to see him again tonight, not after that little fallout they just had. 
Her hands had paused on the box of gauze in her hands, her eyes trained on the print on the cardboard cover. 
“Captain.” She said. 
He ignored the sting in his chest and the annoyance that came from her not using his name. This was one of those times where he was here both as a boss and as a boyfriend. Those moments were pretty rare, and he very much preferred being one or the other. 
“I thought I told you to take a break.” He said coolly, more as small talk than anything. 
“Not tired,” She half-lied. She was tired, but wouldn’t have been able to sleep though. “Where are the boys?”
He couldn’t help but grin to himself. She always referred to Ghost, Soap, and Gaz as “the boys” like they were her kids. It was ironic because she was practically the same age as them, but somehow all of them saw her as motherly at certain times. 
“Soap and Gaz hit the sack,” He said. “I think Ghost is dealing with our perpetrator.” 
Price reached into the inside of his jacket, locating the pack of cigarettes that he stashed there. After today, he needed something to take the edge off. He slid a cigarette from the pack, settling it between his lips while he fished around in his pants pocket for his lighter.
“Guess he was better for the job then?” She grumbled, her back still towards him. “And don’t you dare light that cigarette.”
Price’s thumb had just set on the spark wheel with not even enough time to push it down to ignite the butane inside. She was always on him about his smoking habit. He knew all the health risks and concerns that came from smoking (she had explained them to him many times), but never were they enough to motivate him to kick his habit completely.
Nonetheless, he placed the cigarette back into the pack and stored them with his lighter for safekeeping. 
“It had nothing to do with that. You were just as suited and prepared for it.” He answered.
I guess we’re getting right into it then. He thought to himself.
“Then why’d you pull me out?” She set the box in the cabinet and closed the door.
Her tone wasn’t as firm now, but it still had a certain chill to it. 
“It was all part of his plan. He was going to wear you out until we were out of time.” He remarked.
She shook her head, an incredulous smile spreading across her features. She finally turned to him, her eyes meeting his from across the room. He had calmed down much more than she had, but she didn’t look like she was close to combusting anymore.
“You have absolutely zero faith in me.” She said.
His stance changed, his legs straightening out as he fully entered the room. 
“Come on, Peaches. You know it isn’t that,” He pleaded. “We’re running out of time. I couldn’t risk using it all on a dead end suspect.”
He was closer to her now. He could read her better if he was close. 
“If it had been Soap, you wouldn’t have pulled him out.” She grumbled.
“That’s not true,” He became more determined, but his voice remained normal. “I was looking out for you and for the best interest of this team.”
Her pupils dilated, a quick surge of vexation flashing over her irises. 
“I’m not soft, John. I don’t need you takin’ care of me.” She huffed.
At least we’re back to first names.
“I know that. I’ve never thought of you as anything other than independent and perfectly capable. And I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise,” He defended. “But I’m your captain. It’s my job to keep this team safe and in line. That includes you.”
She almost rolled her eyes. How could he act like she didn’t already know that? She had a response ready, but he went on before she could say it.
“I made a judgment call because I was worried about you, and I saw that what he was doing was sabotaging what we’re trying to do,” He proclaimed. “You have the right to be upset over it, but it was the best call. I would’ve made the same choice no matter what. It just so happened that there was a little more emotion involved.”
It wasn’t always easy being both her captain and her lover. As he had said before, it presented some unique challenges that could only be dealt with as they happened. It was only when the two sides blended that things could get tricky. 
It wasn’t always easy for her either. Over time, she had learned to know when to treat him as a respected captain and when to love up on him as her romantic partner. She just had to understand that there were going to be times where his care for her was going to overlap with how he treated her professionally.
And in all honesty, she knew deep down that he hadn’t dragged her out because he didn’t think she could do it. If he thought that she wasn’t capable, he never would’ve let her do it in the first place. 
“It’s just…” She sighed, a much more serene look glossing over her eyes. “He got the best of me.”
She didn’t lose her temper often. If anything, it was more likely for John to flip his lid. But the stakes were high, the pressure was on, and time was running out…it made sense that an uncooperative criminal pushed her over the edge.
“I know. It’s alright,” He pushed a set of stray hairs from her eyes. “I didn’t want you getting all worked up over it. I need you to have a clear head so we can get this figured out.”
She felt ashamed for lashing out. She was better than losing her composure and confidence over some low life criminal.
She felt remorse for getting in John’s face and nearly cursing him out in front of his team. Her reaction had been uncalled for, and she felt guilty.
“I’m sorry, Captain.” She apologized, the last of the flames in her eyes smothering out completely.
“Oh, come on now, darling,” He took her chin gently between his thumb and index finger, tilting her head forward to press his lips to her forehead. “I’m just glad you didn’t try to kill him.”
“I would’ve if you had let me.” She gave a small smile.
He chuckled at that, wrapping one of his arms around her waist.
“I know,” He pressed another kiss to her head. “I find the thought of you killing an international terrorist rather sexy.”
“Is that so?” Her smile grew wider. “Only problem with that is I’ll lose my job if I get caught killin’ him without probable cause. And I like my job.”
“You would never get caught,” He scoffed. “You’re stealthy.”
His arm unwrapped from her waist, his hands coming to gently grip her biceps. He kissed her properly then, his facial hair tickling her skin as she hummed into the kiss. All was well between them. This was hardly any real bump in the road for them. A minor hiccup, at most. 
Price could forgive and forget a little outburst on a terrorist. He would be more concerned if she hadn’t cared so much about this mission.
“How about you get some sleep?” He said when she broke the kiss. “We need to get started as soon as the sun comes up.”
Price’s eyes suddenly started scanning the room, as if he were looking for something. 
“Sure. I’ll finish packin’ the cabinet and I’ll hit the hay,” She smirked, following his eyes. “My medic bag is in that closet. Suckers are in the front pocket. I just restocked the cherry ones.”
A grin spread on his face when he dashed towards the closet that she pointed to. He had a theory that she kept lollipops around not only for people after being treated, but also to keep him from smoking so much. It didn’t really work, but he still appreciated the gesture. 
He stuck around until she was finished, escorting her out of the infirmary and to a decent place to get some rest. He made sure she was comfortable before he turned in for the night as well, but not before finishing his candy treat. 
Although, the lollipop was nothing compared to the relief he felt from making things right.
He felt confident that the answers the team was looking for would be found. And her confidence would return when this was all over and dealt with. She would be successful once more.
And he believed that both as her captain and her lover.
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crepe-of-wrath · 2 years ago
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Shouta Smutty Scarf Saturday
Warnings/Tags: 18+; LONG one shot; Aizawa x fem reader; binding cloth used in risqué ways (around the neck, as a gag); enthusiastically consented to CNC; but will not scratch the itch for anyone who is looking for rougher CNC; AU inspired by the Betten Court sketches where Aizawa never became a teacher; Deku's class are third-years; Reader is their homeroom teacher; kind of has a plot, with Comical Misunderstandings courtesy of members of 3-A; self-indulgent fantasizing even by the standards of my tumblr/this series
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Aizawa Sketch by Vigilantes artist Betten Court (not depicted: my screams of sexual frustration)
It had been a very long day.
You just wanted to get home, shower, crash for a few hours without having to worry about being woken up for a teenaged life crisis, and rouse yourself early enough to catch your boyfriend as he came back from patrol so you could send him off to his own sweet dreams with a good fuck before you had to get back to the school.
You were on your usual shortcut out of the UA campus, following a makeshift path down a small rise, past a utility building. You heard something in the bushes. This was really not the time for a villain attack. Not that there was a good time for such an attack, but this would have been exceptionally bad timing. You opened your second pair of eyes to scope out the situation, blinking a few times to clear away any obstructions. (Yes, you were a teacher with literal eyes in the back of your head. Yes, you had heard all the jokes. Even that one. Especially that one.)
You didn't see anything, so you just kept on walking. Until you couldn't. Because you were suddenly all bound up. Instead of anger or fear, you felt excitement. There was only one person who could get one over on you that easily...
He seemed to appear out of nowhere. Your boyfriend, Aizawa Shouta, Eraser Head, scourge of the criminal underworld, the Night's King himself, held your fabric restraints in one hand while he twirled his goggles around a finger of the other.
You stood rooted in place until he tugged on the bindings, forcing you to follow him to the utility shed. He pressed you into the side of the shed face-first, loosening the bindings so they draped around you more than anything.
"Be a good girl and this will be fun for us both," he whispered in your ear, following up his command with a tiny nip of your lobe before adding, "I don't have long."
You batted your second set of eyes at him and tried to shimmy around so you could face him and grip his shoulders and back.
Shouta just laughed at you. "You think you're in control, little girl?" Ohhh, when his voice got that dark, that commanding, that borderline-sinister...
"If you want to be in control just say the word, sweetheart," he added quietly.
You shook your head no. "I'll be good," you said. "I want to be good."
"Then you'll be quiet while I fuck you," Aizawa said, as he turned his scarf into a makeshift gag. He hiked your dress up and tore your panties off. Your second eyes watched him stuff them into one of the pockets on his belt and you gasped through the gag. He pressed his body close to yours and you heard him start to unfasten his costume. You whined and pleaded with your second eyes.
"All right," he said softly, backing up so you could see him partially undressing himself. His thighs were so muscular and exuded power, just like the rest of him. You whined again when he left his boxer-briefs on, but this time he gently pressed you back against the shed placed one hand where your collarbone met your neck, and said, "I told you to be quiet." He gently squeezed the front of your neck a little and your legs almost buckled--this was your favorite, your absolute favorite thing--while his other hand moved between your legs.
"You don't want anyone to hear, do you? Or do you want to get caught?"
You made all manner of little noises and the scarf gag got a little wetter. The hand around your neck pulled down your dress bodice and began massaging your nipples through the lace of your bra.
"Fuck yes," Aizawa growled. "Look at what a mess you're becoming. Should drag you to a bed, tie you up, see if I can make you come just from playing with these." He grabbed your breast forcefully and your back arched--you really were on the verge, but Shouta clutched you until you were still. Very, very still. And, as you now realized, very, very wet.
"Ready, kitten?"
You nodded.
Shouta slowly pushed his length into you before he began to move with the sort of control only he could be capable of in such a situation.
"Look at me, beautiful. Please," he begged. You opened your second eyes and he was staring back at you with a tremendous amount of love. You grunted three times quickly, and Shouta took the gag out of your mouth.
"Love you so much, Shouta. Make me yours."
He was a powerful man and he poured all that power into relentlessly fucking you against the shed. It didn't take long for an all-encompassing orgasm to overtake you, and then him.
He kept you caged in against the wall as you both came down. You felt so protected. Part of you just wanted to sleep, but the way Shouta firmly placed his hand on your shoulder told you that wasn't how this was going to go.
Shouta kissed the back of your head. "We're not done."
--
"Hey, Bakugou, I think we may have a problem."
"The problem is that you are interrupting my studying, Shitty Hair!" Bakugou's hands began to pop a little bit, which caused Mina and Jirou to shoot a Silence! look in their direction. Bakugou's entire body flexed like he wanted to blow up, but he managed to spit out a "Sorry" instead.
Kirishima smiled at Bakugou for a second before getting stern. "I'm serious. I think [Name]-Sensei may be in trouble."
"Tch, [Name]-Sensei is a Pro." Kirishima noted that, despite this declaration, Bakugou hadn't returned to what he was studying.
"Bakugou, you were the one who noticed that, when [Name]-Sensei spends the night at her apartment, it takes her exactly 18 minutes from when she leaves the dorms to exit through the gate out there (he pointed at an exit clearly visible from the window). Well--she left forty minutes ago and I haven't seen her."
"Hmmmm...." Bakugou looked at his books, looked back at Kirishima, and then started to nod. "Yeah...let's go."
--
"What a cute little kitten you are, all tangled up." Aizawa's voice had moved somewhere beyond sinful, to some new vista of sexual charge that you didn't know existed. "I think you'd look so pretty with a little collar." He gently looped his scarf around your neck. "Hmmm, I'm right, it makes you look so pretty. I think I want to see you like this more often, baby."
You nodded your head 'Yes' and moaned, trying to use the wall of the utility shed to muffle the sounds. But, when Aizawa tightened your 'collar' just a little and began teasing your entrance again, it became clear no amount of trying to muffle things was going to help.
You felt like you were going to come again just from Shouta rubbing you and moving one, then two, fingers in and out of your pussy, but instead he sheathed himself inside you again. You made something that sounded like a wail, and you got louder and louder as Shouta moved inside you.
From some distance, you heard an out-of-place voice:
"[Name]-Sensei! It's OK! Bakugou and I are coming!"
Shouta stopped thrusting and froze. You flexed your body in frustration (Kirishima and Bakugou were extremely lucky that you'd had an orgasm already).
"It's a couple of the kids," you hissed.
The fog of lust that had been enveloping your brain quickly dissipated and the severity of your situation became clear. "What the hell are they doing here?"
He couldn't help himself: "I told you you needed to be quiet, baby."
Your second eyes flashed and you sputtered a bit before snapping at him. "Help me--take the fucking scarf off--your pants--this is a disaster--my life is over--"
Shouta tried to soothe you as he removed the scarf and tried to help you reassemble your outfit.
The boys' footsteps got louder. They were close to the rise. You could see the tops of their heads. Which meant they could probably see you.
"We're coming Sen--" Bakugou's voice cut off and you heard the sound of something falling to the ground.
"Fuck!" said Shouta, who was finishing fastening himself up. "That didn't sound good."
"Let's go," you replied.
You and Shouta were halfway up the rise when you made eye contact with...Kayama. Kirishima and Bakugou were slumbering at her feet, and she was grinning.
"I would never have guessed, [Name]." She also gave Aizawa quite a look. "But I approve." Shouta looked as embarrassed as you had ever seen him.
"Don't worry," she said. "They didn't really see anything. Just a flash of their Sensei and some figure dressed in black."
You both nodded.
Kayama motioned toward Bakugou. "I truly do hate to tear lovers apart, but I'd say we have about 10 minutes, so we'd better hurry."
You gave Shouta a hug and a chaste kiss. "I should probably just stay here tonight. See you tomorrow?"
He kept you close. "Next time let me pick where we do this, baby. I know places where I can have you to myself for as long as I want you."
Your face got hot and you whined as you tried to grind against him a little.
Kayama cleared her throat.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye for now, kitten," Shouta whispered in your ear before he gave you one last peck on the cheek.
You helped return the two boys to their rooms and then you and Kayama walked to the teachers' wing in dead silence except for bidding one another a good night. When she shut her door behind her, you could hear her peals of laughter through the wall.
--
The next morning, you could tell Kirishima wanted to say something. "Good morning, Kirishima. I hope you slept well." "I had the oddest dream, Sensei. Bakugou and I were about to save you from a villain attack and then...and then..."
"And then what?" snarled Bakugou.
"I woke up in my bed," replied Kirishima. "It was a much crazier dream than I'm making it sound."
Bakugou's face was unreadable.
The chimes sounded, and there was a gruff noise at the door. Shouta shuffled in and you were fairly certain that you stopped breathing for a moment before you remembered that he was here to talk to the class about CQC.
He stood next to you for a moment and you both stared out toward the kids. "Class," you began in a voice that seemed like it was coming from outside your body, "today, the covert special operations hero Eraser Head will be providing some specialized instruction in close quarters combat..."
As you talked, you couldn't help but note the absolute confusion in Kirishima and Bakugou's eyes.
It was going to be another long day.
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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 7 months ago
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What if the reader acts like Nicole from Class 09? Like all the things that happened to her but g/n?
Okay, I got that idea after I start thinking over that request. I slightly changed it. I hope, you are okay with that, and I apologize in advance.
Masks we were forced to wear
Sort of! Self-Aware! Yosano Akiko x GN! Traumatized! Reader
Description: Your past still haunts you. You just want to escape.
Warning: English is my second language. AU - World of Tech-magical Progress. Film Industry Abuse (Reader are forced to be filmed, forced to act like Nicole) Mentions of heavy topics (drugs, shooting). Open finale.
You couldn't move. Medical restraints were keeping you in one place. Your body was shaking, you were sweating.
Wet cloth were put on your forehead. Through pain and foggy gaze, you see Yosano.
Doctor had bags under her eyes. She whispered.
"Don't worry, [Y/N], we will go through it together."
You breathe through your nostrils. It has only been two days, since your treatment started, and you already wanted to quit it. But, you knew, that they won't let you go back.
Because they cared. For some reason, they cared about someone, like you.
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This world was full of magic, technology and progress. Every aspect of everyday life and tied with hundreds of magitek gadgets.
Teleports, machines that make food out of water, holographic screens...
And Restarter... The "Holy Grail" of Entertainment Industry.
Years of research. Years of building. Years of magic power flowing into the mechanism.
And it was done.
Mechanism, that will scan a person, save information, and, after said person would put into Restarter's cabin, revert them to the state, described in saved information.
What kind of sick bastard thought, that this thing should be used to make films more realistic, instead of putting it into hospitals?
It all started small.
Real bruises and scratches, instead of makeup. Real tattoos.
It was only a matter of time, before they will go further.
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That TV Series supposed to be progressive. To show, how terrible schools can be. How terrible teachers can be. How terrible students can be.
And you were a mane star.
You had some similarities with the main caracter. Your families had a similar past, your older brother was a lazy man, who couldn't care less about anyone, besides himself, and you, while not as bad as the main, character, you could be a jerk sometimes.
Everything changed, when filming started.
Countless failed scenes. Days, spend in a studio.
Being chocked, shot, drugged...
And every day was ended in a cramped cabin of Restarter.
It could reverse your body injuries.
It could never reverse your mind.
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You hated everyone.
Your fellow actors, director, producer, operator, your mother, your brother, your father, fans of the series.
You hated, that you can't quit, that you were forced to go through borderline torture in studio, that you were forced to acts a sociopath before fans.
Because that's what people want to see. Because Restarter will undo the damage. Because you have no reason to complain, shut up, and bring your mother another paycheck...
You stopped care. If you had some sympathy in you, it was buried deep inside you by years of "industrial abuse".
You were forced to wear a mask. And, after all this year's, remains of it still clung to your face.
When you finally became eighteen, you took last paycheck, broke the contract and left the country.
__________
You avoid talking to people as much as you can.
You stopped watching anything, that have real-life actors. You stuck to animation and drawings.
The world was full of sick people. And you were the sickest among them.
__________
When BSD Cast appeared before you, you thought, that time, you get some strong painkillers. However, no hallucination can be warm and try to take away the bottle of pills from your hands.
Yosano can be surprisingly strong.
_________
Your head hurts. You just got a bunch of information dumped on you. You spoke up.
"You... You are mistaken... I am not a hero... I am not a good person... I... can't care about real people, including myself.... I... still care about you all.... But... I could stop..."
You looked up at them.
"You heard me ranting about my past, right? You knew what you will deal with... I can give you money, I still get royalties. But, please... Leave. Don't sink with me."
Everyone was quiet. Then Naomi spoke.
"Tea. You promised Kirako and I drink tea together. Are you... care about us enough to fulfill this one promise?"
You wanted to snarl at her, but get over it. You were hungry. You can keep yourself and have one tea party.
You slowly nodded and stand up.
"Fine. I will bring the cattle..."
You turn on your heels.
You made step forward kitchen.
Something sharp pricked your neck.
And world became black.
____________
🐾 And long month of treatment started. Yosano explained, that they can't just leave you in that state. They will cure you, made few visits to your “colleges”. And, after justice is served and you are healthy, they will leave.
🐾 For months, you were under constant watch. For months, you were getting news about your family, director, actors and everyone, who were involved, being exposed for various crimes.
Restarters were banned.
What you needed all this years ago finally happened.
And BSD Cast always were near.
Taking care of you, getting psychological help to you.
Trying to bring [Y/N], the real person back from the stink mess, called [Y/N], The Lead Actor, playing the role 24/7.
You finally felt emotions again.
_________
You opened your mouth, letting Naomi feed you another spoon of porridge. Yosano was checking the results of the blood test.
"Your test is showing better results, then the test from last week. It is good. Soon, you will be healthy."
You opened your mouth. Before Naomi could feed you again, you spoke.
"Just... Just leave me... Find a better person to stay with..."
Your voice was soft again. But, you knew, that you couldn't truly become how you were, before the filming.
Yosano raised an eyebrow.
"Do you really want it? Or did you change your mind?"
You didn't answer.
_______
It was over.
You got justice. Your health became better.
You were standing before BSD Cast, like a year and a half ago.
And you finally have an answer about the future.
Stay... Or leave....
You opened your mouth.
And tell them about your decision
_________
A/N: Reader's choice is up to you. Did they stay? Or did they leave?
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imaginethezeldaverse · 1 year ago
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The Desert's Moon (Ganondorf x Reader) (NSFW)
Welcome, welcome to the 100 follower fic I set all those polls for! You all chose and waited so patiently, so please allow me to give you the winner: a good fic with our big bad guy, Ganondorf (Tears of the Kingdom version). This will be nsfw, and just to be safe, be wary of any spoilers below the cut, okay? For this fic I'm running with an idea that was dropped in my inbox - initially I had planned to make it a simple headcanon post, but since he won, I'm writing it as a full blown fic instead. Thank you all for voting, it sincerely means a lot, I cannot believe even more of you have followed me since then. The comments and appreciation from you all truly makes my day. 🥹 As for the theme: you are inexperienced (we'll even say virginal) and Ganondorf here is going to be your first. Let's explore that together, shall we? Reader is gender neutral for all to enjoy. I sniped some fictional Gerudo language from here because I mean Ganondorf is a Gerudo man...he definitely should be able to speak the language.
Ganondorf is intimidating, this much is true. His demeanor exudes power in all things he does: fight, lead, and even fuck. He's had many a partner, his skills as a lover growing with each encounter of his past. He is not unfamiliar with experienced partners - and he will show you the patience and slowness you deserve.
The key is for you to be honest with him. Should you try to front as though you are experienced in sex, just know that he can see right through you. Ganondorf's read on body language is exceptional - so the slight shake in your body or the quiver in your voice is an immediate alert to him that you aren't what you're trying to portray yourself as. To your benefit however, he'll most likely find this cute. You attempting to be brave and take him head on is adorable, even though you have no idea what you'd be getting into (or really what would be getting into you). Being upfront however is not without its loss - you'd gain his respect and potentially a chance to call him an equal, he likes the idea of a long-term partner who can be honest with themselves as well as him.
For a man of his size and status, he's quite gentle. He offers to hold you first in your nudity, get you used to feeling his body against yours. Ganondorf will most likely seat you in his lap, with your legs splayed open over the length of his hips and thighs. Should you shy away or find yourself embarrassed by the less than polite way you're sat on him, he'll simply chuckle, reiterating that this is to acclimate you. His hands will find a place on your thighs, unmoving, but present. "Touch me anywhere you'd like," he offers, the rich amber of his eyes meeting your own. Setting the pace in your favor will help ease some of your apprehension. Your hands explore the planes of his body: his adept, powerful hands; the sizable, muscular curvatures of his forearms and biceps; over the thickened bands of his shoulders and down to the broad expanse of his chest. He's a mountainous man in size and that alone has you a tiny bit afraid, but you also can't deny that being able to trace your fingertips over the patterned tattoos that stretch across his muscles doesn't elate you.
When your hands finally cup the wide angles of his jaw, you find the pluck to once more lock eyes with the Gerudo chief. There's something unreadable swimming in them: whether it's tenderness or restraint you aren't wholly sure. His arm wraps around your lower back, bring you ever closer to him in a swift push. Your hands remain on his face, lips inching closer. Ganondorf doesn't kiss you. No, he wants you to be the one to take the honor of taking the first step. The world talks of his lust and greed for power, and make no mistake, the rumors are very much true. But this - intimacy with you - Ganondorf knows better than to rush. Taking you by force serves him little, and there is humanity in him still that bars him from wanting any harm to come to you. To feel your body yearn for him willingly only makes that much sweeter. Your breaths mingle momentarily, your heart pounding in your chest until you finally take the plunge and seal the gap. You're chaste in your kiss, timidity holding your tongue. No matter, the sensation of his thick digits roaming over the curve of your ass has you gasping enough against his mouth for him to coax you into a deeper kiss. Unbeknownst to you, your head tilts naturally, angling so that you can continue the kiss comfortably. You let go of his face, your fingers sliding into his long vermillion locks. There's a sound vibrating at the back of his throat that hits your ears so pleasantly - the simple soothing sensation of your hands in his hair delights him, so naturally he wants you to know it. The kiss builds heat, your body slowly beginning to want his hands to move beyond your backside. You lean into him, pressing your chest to his and linking your arms around his neck. The smile that curls his lips upward is something you can feel, and you almost smile back - but his hands that have now occupied a space on your hips are dragging your body over his lap. Ganondorf parts from your mouth, watching you bite your lip as he slowly grinds you over what you realize is his length beginning to grow rigid beneath you. Breaths slowly starting to come in shudders you snap your eyes shut, focusing on how his length slides teasingly over where you biologically know he's going to be soon enough.
"Do you feel me?" he purrs, dark tiger eyes trained on your flushed features, "Do you feel my want for you? My desire?" Your thighs are seeking one another to lock this feeling between them, but his hulking mass keeps them widely separated - your center at the mercy of his ministrations. Seeking purchase, your nails dig into his shoulders, earning a pleased rumble from the man. His lips find the hollow of your throat, easing pointed kisses and gentle bites to your sensitive flesh. Soft moans sound angelic to Ganondorf's ears; with ease he lifts you into his arms, your legs still very much wrapped as best as possible around his torso. Smooth, crimson silks caress your back as you're laid across the stretch of his bed. He doesn't stop kissing your body, only proceeds to move down it. Your collarbone, your nipples, the softness of your stomach: all places his lips tease and touch. He drinks your whines and whimpers in as though starving, an innate need to hear your voice call out to him ever growing. Still, he keeps slow. Rough finger pads glide down your body, stroking and fondling a pathway until he settles on his knees, with your legs splayed open by the sheer width of him. Those kisses that traveled now dot their way from your knee and inward. Your breath hitches, you know where he's going...you desperately want him there. As he reaches closer and closer, you shudder out, "P-Please...Gan..." Those initially amber slits, now ochre with hunger, slide up to see your face. Your cheeks are stained with reddish hues with your chest rising and falling faster than before.
"Is there something you need?" the timbre in his voice makes somewhere your stomach clench. How is it just his voice makes you feel this way? What kind of spell has he cast on you? Though your mind tries to wrack itself with answers, it always circles back to the lips that are nipping at your inner thighs. He places a kiss just close enough for you to feel his breath over your sex and you swallow thick with the gasp that tries to free itself.
"Your...mouth..." says you in a shaky whine, "Please..."
Like satin and fire, his chuckle is both suave but with the promise of something vile. A strong grip parts your legs further, holding you wide open. You try desperately not to look at how he drinks your nudeness in, fearing that you seeing the sheer lust flashing across his strong features will have you curl into yourself.
His mouth descends.
You gasp sharply.
Hot and wet is his tongue against your opening, circling your responsive flesh, his eyes never leaving your face. Ganondorf watches on as his silver tongue devours you, each lap and suck at you surging pleasure through your limbs. With one last scoop at your hole, he drew back. There was a question at your lips when you felt him retreat, but before you could even get a word out, you felt his finger carefully slide into you.
"A-Ah!" you mewled, then hissed. Given the size of him overall, even his fingers were substantial in filling you somewhat.
"Shhhhh," Ganondorf hushed your seizing frame. A hand came to your thigh, his thumb stroking in soothing circles the same time his opposite finger exited you, "Relax, my va'ina, you'll need to be much more open if you plan to take me." Your body shudders as you breathe, willing yourself to relax yourself in his ministrations. Having already gave you some slickness there, his finger meets less resistance than normal. His eyes roam your figure slowly, watching all of the small shivers and shakes that begin to build as his digit steadily works in and out of you. A spark of want pulses up your hips, with each coax of his finger you felt tiny rivulets of desire multiply inside you.
"Ganondorf..." came your gentle plea. This feeling was slowly starting to feel inadequate, your hips moving ever so slightly to try and chase the sensation of fullness. Chuckling at your urgency, the Gerudo chieftain withdraws his finger - adding another and sliding back into you. Eyelashes aflutter, you mewl at the sensation of being filled once more.
"There we are," he mused, smirking at the way you're snatching your bottom lip between your teeth. Gradually his fingers stretched you open, separating minutely as he fed your body each stroke. As soon as you had acclimated, you found yourself once again needing more. His hand, though making you feel good, was simply proving not to be enough. Ganondorf recognizes this as your features scrunch with some frustration. You need him, don't you? You need more than just two measly fingers to give you the passion that you seek.
"Your body seeks more than my current attentions I see," he says matter-of-factly, withdrawing his now very wet digits.
You turn your head away to blush, being read like an open book made your body burn with some embarrassment. Yet Ganondorf understood. He lifts your leg by your calf, pressing a kiss into the muscle there. "No worry, I'll give you everything you seek." He sits upright now, towering over your supine frame, a hand at each of your knees. You know what comes next, and though you tremble under him, there's a fire in those eyes of his that keeps you brave. Fingers descend upon his. He catches your gaze, doe-like and nervous, but no sign of withdrawal within them.
"You'll go slow, won't you?" you ask him, your heart mere seconds away from jumping out of your chest. There's an expectation for him to laugh at such an innocent, if not naïve question - but he surprises you when his hand takes your chin between two large fingers and keeps your eyes to his. Softness unlike you've ever seen in him stares back at you. "I wouldn't dream of bringing you harm, va'ina, you're safe with me." His words bring you comfort, allowing you shut your eyes in readied bliss. To reflect this, you spread your legs further apart, "Then I am yours, Ganondorf."
His lips find yours, hungry in its kiss. As his tongue melds against yours, he slips a hand down to grasp himself. You feel the slight shift of his body on yours, strong thighs flush to the backs of yours. He parts from the kiss, though his face remains close, "Ready?" Unable to trust your voice, you simply nod. His muscular frame surrounds your body, encasing you in his warmth. With your hands braced on his shoulders, you inhale sharply when he presses into you. Considerable length and girth stretch you far more than his fingers could even attempt. He's slow, methodical in his pace. So much so that he stops, just past the head of him, the second you tense in his arms.
"Breathe..." coaches Ganondorf, his voice showing the tiniest hint of strain. Though shaky, you try to follow his advice, and it calms your body enough for him to advance. Your mouth drops open from the pressure, hands gripping his shoulders for purchase as another inch fills you. The man above pecks loving kisses to your face as he sneaks a hand downward. He revels in the pleased gasp you let out when his fingers stroke your sex, "That's it...open up for me..." With him steadily plunging into your depths and the deliberate tease of his hand at your most sensitive area, you recognize that same spark from earlier.
Want. Need.
He slides in further still, about at halfway down the whole of him now. His hand doesn't relent on your flesh, easing over you with the intent to build the ecstasy he knows you're absentmindedly chasing. Ganondorf has every intention to bring you to rapture, but again - at your pace. There's a tremor in your thighs that shakes against his hips, he gives you more of him; but the noise you let out this time is a moan muffled only by the barrier of your bitten lip. He grins at this, supply your body with just a bit more. No reaction this time - you were getting used to him. His fingers stroke you for a few more counts, this being just enough for you to take him all the way to the hilt. You keen slightly, so impossibly full and almost dizzy from how overwhelmingly large he feels inside of you.
"Stay with me, love" he whispers, his opposite thumb stroking your cheek. The deep octave of his voice and the tender caress soothe you enough to lean into his touch. Ganondorf captures your lips once more, this kiss slower than the last. His hips remain still though his tongue ravages your mouth, and it pulls a licentious moan from you; the knowledge of him locked deep inside you as he kisses you so fervently has you yearning for what you know you want most. His mouth moves into your neck, and without hesitation your fingers bury into his fiery mane. There's a slight withdrawal of his hips, and you welcome the feeling now, the minor shift of friction feeding into a feeling at the most basic level of your instincts.
"More," your quivered voice speaks in his ear, "P-Please."
He's touched at your politeness, though it's unnecessary. You are a being to be worshipped in this regard, though you didn't realize it, you would never need to beg from him. Touching his forehead to your own, Ganondorf rumbles deep in his chest, pulling almost all of the way out of you before sliding all the way back in. "Nnngh, yes..." Ah, all he needed to hear. Adept hands place themselves at two points: a fist near your head for steadying, and a hand bracing underneath your back to keep you there. Leisurely, shallow thrusts easily evolved into deep, harder strokes. Your body would transform - blossom from tightly wound and tense to fully open and wanting.
The Gerudo male knows you're fully spellbound by your lovemaking when your nails begin to bite into the muscle of his shoulder blades - a most welcome pinch of pain. He's fully working you into you now, his hips immovable pistons to fuck you fully now. Your sweet and soft moans were climbing in crescendo, his name tumbling in slurred syllables off your honey covered tongue. Unable to stop himself now, Ganondorf growled into the junction of your neck and shoulder, pulling your body as flush to him as he could.
"Ah, ohh, mmf! Ahhhh G-Gan," you whined, clinging to him, "My body's on fire...I nghh I...!"
He feels you tightening around him, his pants are harsh as they dampen your skin, "Let it happen...let me have all of you." With only a few strokes of him you fall apart in a scream, your body winding up impossibly tight and then loosening entirely. The orgasmic pulse of your slickness around him milks him with an ungodly grip. He fucks you as fast as your body will allow, a few resounding claps against your flesh combining with the cries of your slight overstimulation that finally bring him to his own end. His strong fingers dig into you as he cums, hot and fast, in a wildly indecent roar. Your hands hold him in his place on your body, welcoming every drop of the licentious liquid that he spills inside of you. His hips begin to slow, still sliding in and out of your now sopping hole, and though you were already long finished, you moan at the sensation of his cock pulsing and feeding your body even now.
When he finally can take no more, he pulls from you entirely in a rough grunt. You feel the weeping of his seed from your entrance, but you are far too exhausted to care. Your body hums in pleasured bliss, but your limbs, so worn from a use you'd yet to experience until today, feel akin to lead. Never an issue, however, as Ganondorf carefully maneuvers you both so you can rest comfortably: with you at his side. His fingers traced the curves and lines of your body in silence, your hand and head rest at his chest.
"Gan...?" your voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes lazily move to you. Your heart flutters with candid bravery, "...I love you."
He smiles at this. Fitting words for a connection as deep as this. His hand covers your head, pressing you closer to his chest in a protective maneuver. Ganondorf is anything but vulnerable...but even a man as mighty as he isn't incapable of feeling.
"You have my heart, va'ina. You are mine as I am yours."
You hum contentedly, happy to fall asleep in the arms of the man who loved you.
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sweatreleaseofdeaths · 2 months ago
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I never liked some aspects of SNK's ending since it came out back in 2021. Not because I thought it was bad or because I thought it wasn't well made, but because it felt forced. 
The sudden change of Eren's feelings about Mikasa was one thing that pissed me off, but also because Isayama's original ending wasn't even supposed to be the one that we got. It felt like he only wrote that specific ending for the fans and readers (and maybe because he was tired too; have you seen the bags?) and not because that was the ending that he wanted to write. 
Like you can clearly tell by the last arc that he took a drastic turn on where the story would go to make it "happier," for lack of better words.
 
The way I saw it from the beginning, there was no getting out of it. No happy ending whatsoever. And true to it, the ending with got was bittersweet. Everything Eren did was for nothing because the cycle started back again.
I did actually appreciate that, because it showed us something that was an actual reality. Even if it did help for a bit, nothing really changed because it's in humanity's nature to always start the cycle once again.
However, what I wanted to see more was his original idea of everybody dying. Instead of that, Isayama went and tried to pull a Naruto (with Armin and Eren) so that they could talk it out, understand each other, and come to an understanding. (The understanding being: the reasons of his actions, Eren's need to die, and their promises) 
From an interview (if I'm not mistaken), the original ending was apparently inspired by "The Mist," which is basically about the protagonist being the cause of his loved ones downfall in an attempt to protect them. Sounds familiar, right? It feels like it was going in that direction, then Isayama just decided to make them all resolve their differences, for some reason. 
I personally don't hate the ending; like I said, I just think it was a tad forced on his end.
 
On the Mikasa/Eren thing, do NOT get me wrong. Mikasa is and has always been an important character to this story. Her as well as her relationship with Eren IS special. Now just because what they share is special doesn't necessarily mean that it's "love.".
On Mikasa's side, she literally lost her parents and met Eren a second later because he killed for her and came to her defense. She latched into him because of that. She was a traumatised child with a deeply unhealthy view of love, so while she did love Eren, the way she showed it could be interpreted as just obsession toward her rescuer.
But the thing with Mikasa's character is that the more the story goes, the more you see her become her own person without Eren. Either it be choosing between her desire to stay with him or her duties as a soldier, or even when she had to make a choice between killing him or not being willing to because of how much she loves him.
I honestly love Mikasa as a character so much. You can see her growth and see her trying to get past her trauma step by step. So, at the end, even though she never stopped loving Eren, she moved on and started a life for herself, because that's where her development was leading to.
Contrary to her, Eren had little to no self-restraint. He was hot-headed and only believed in what he believed, walking the path that he felt was right. He was obsessed with one thing and one thing only (that's literally everything he talked about), never straying from it no matter what happened.
I feel like he never tried to get past his trauma, only feeding into it the more time passed. From always getting into fights because of different perspectives he had with people (i.e., hitting one of the guys who was badmouthing the scouts with a stick) to ending 80% of humanity. Eren was selfish from the beginning; everything he did was for himself. Even the rumbling was partially for himself because his freedom couldn't be obtained if the people outside the walls were still around. 
Eren was and will always be a deeply selfish person, but there is also more to that. (So much more that I'm not even going to get into that here, because I love Eren too much and wouldn't be doing him any justice by resuming his character in just a few words.)
 
TLDR: Eren did not love her romantically (he did LOVE her; it just wasn't romantic), and even if Isayama wanted to say that they did love each other, what they shared ultimately was toxic. It could've turned into something better if Eren was less self-centred, but then again. My issue with all of this is that Isayama underexplored this aspect of their relationship so much that it just was out of the blue (and might I add ooc without getting shot) when Eren started wailing about not wanting her to end up with someone else.
You can't just make a story, build it, and put effort into it, then make a little throwaway line of "Oh, these two love each other, btw." That's just not how it works. You have to develop it for the readers to understand, and even if some people end up not liking it, it wouldn't matter because at least you made it make sense. 
 
Also! I'm not criticising SNK, nor am I criticising Isayama. I've loved this story for years, so really, at the end of the day, even if some things still felt off to me, I will keep loving it to death. (And you can ship whoever you want who gives a fuck!)
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midntarot · 2 years ago
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[ pick a pile ]
what should i let go?
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disclaimer: this is a general reading. take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. tarot isn’t meant to dictate or predict, but rather to provide insight. 
how to choose your pile: intuitively choose the photo that you feel the most drawn to.
⋆。゚☁︎。 pile 1:
let go of restraints. pull yourself out of these restraints you’ve given yourself. break out of your routine. don’t be so rational all the time and allow yourself to feel your emotions. you’ve been wanting to break in a new cycle, find a new opportunity to change things around, or to freely express yourself. to achieve this, you need to allow yourself to feel your emotions, be in tune with what you feel and how you perceive it. take a step back and really evaluate your feelings about certain things, events, or situations. don’t be too hasty about your actions and don’t be too impulsive. because you are too used to routines, you feel like you may expect the same outcome for every step you take. no, this time, take your time. indulge yourself. immerse yourself in everything you can. 
you are: the forest. – indulge deep into the darkness. feel your goods. feel your bads. take your time to scour this entire place. discover the known and the unknown, and make peace with it.
⋆。 ゚☾ pile 2:
let go of control. though you have achieved very much or have big dreams and are taking steps to achieve them, you need to remember that taking control of your life may make it stagnant instead. let the way of the worlds dictate your life. flow freely with it and let in whatever comes your way. absorbing these events, emotions, and people like how you absorb the sun rays will enhance you as a person. it will propel you straight to your goals. remember not to feel discouraged if things are not going your way. cherish every moment you encounter, all the people who supported you on your journey, and the experiences and skills you’ve gained. though some moments may feel like it’s no use, every moment of it counts. it may feel like you’ve done this all by yourself, but remember all the help along the way.
you are: the unseen. – your guides are near. the doors to the path you’ve been wanting is slowly opening ajar. though you can’t see these forces quite well, they are watching you and they are guiding you. be patient. you’re almost there.
*:・゚✧ pile 3:
let go of your impulsive habits. this is particularly speaking to your spending habits. there is an abundance of wealth coming your way, whether that be a job promotion, being hired at a higher paying job, winning the lottery, etc. any source of wealth it comes in, is coming for you. when this comes, however, do not let the numbers get to your head. do not spend your money hastily and remember where you’ve come from. you’ve worked so hard to get to where you are and to secure yourself a place in this world, but don’t lose sight of yourself. sure, you’ve finally made enough to support yourself and be able to buy things you want. but, remember, you’ve been secured and have always been financially independent. your work has paid off, but don’t let this money consume you.
you are: the cave. – remember your rock, a place that reminds you of your inner self, a place where after you’ve fallen, you can go back to and feel content and loved. remember your roots, where you’ve came from and what or who shaped you as a person. the cave is a place of a darkness, but a comforting kind of darkness – somewhere you can rest until you’re ready to pick yourself up again and move. 
「source and credits: all photos were found on pinterest, therefore we do not own any of them. credits goes to the rightful owner of these photos」
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itoshi-s · 2 years ago
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Bachira….with a tongue piercing
It just makes sense
And the good use he would put it at😔
bachira who comes home from practice one day and catches your attention by his unusual behavior and looks.
any other day, he’d enthusiastically kick off his shoes, drop his bag at the door, and smother you in kisses so sweet and urgent, it’d knock your breath away. he’d cup your face in his hands, lap at your mouth with vigor for a few passionate moments — ‘ve just missed ya so much, baby, s’that so wrong? — then start to babble about on his day as you plate up his lunch.
this time around, when he comes home, it’s surprisingly quiet.
and, worst of all, there’s not even one kiss. a proper one, that is — cause all meguru gives you is a few quick pecks and a mumbled “hi, cutie”, before heading over to the fridge.
your brows furrow a bit as you take note of his hair — perfectly dry and wispy, looking just like when he first left the house hours ago — and weirdly pale face. usually, meguru takes a quick shower right after practice wraps up, not bothering to properly dry his hair off before he hops into his beloved yellow huracan and drives home — cheeks still flushed from exhaustion, eyes wide with endorphins.
today, bachira looks perfectly in tact, and it makes you stir.
“where were you, megs?” your voice startles him so much, the icy cold water bottle nearly tumbles out of his hand. “cause it definitely wasn’t practice.”
he turns around and sees you leaning against the island, arms crossed — and an amused kind of look on your mouth. (he’s in trouble and he knows it, but not because you’re accusing him. you’d never — cause he’d never, ever hurt you. he’s in trouble because he’s just done something silly.)
“huuh? i dunno what’re y’talking about, baby.” bachira tries, but the swollen muscle sits heavy in his mouth and renders his speech muffled, a thick lisp to his words.
your brows knit together, “wha- why’d you speak like that?” you sound suspicious when you close the gap between you two with a few long strides. “oh, my god. did you get hurt? you knocked a tooth out, didn’t you, meguru?”
bachira feels his mouth twitch into a grin, one that he kinda feels bad for, considering you sound more concerned than playful by this point. he puts the bottle down, cool hands resting on your waist as he breathes out a laugh.
“nope, no, sweets. i didn’t wanna tell you like this, wanted t’ make this a little surprise for ya—“
a loud gasp rips from your throat, cutting his sentence short and he cannot help but giggle upon your shocked expression — hand covering your mouth, eyes bigger than he’s ever seen them as they zone in on the silver barbell pierced right through his tongue.
“m— meguru!” you pinch his chin between your thumb and forefinger, forcing his mouth open. he obediently hangs his tongue out, proudly showcasing the new jewelry, sparkling against his swollen flesh. “you- are you crazy?!” you laugh, “how did you even think of that?”
he shrugs a bit, fingers digging into the doughy flesh of your hips as he tugs you closer to himself. meguru licks his lips, carefully so not to tug at the piercing, and gives a bit of a pout. “just felt like it,” he murmurs and leans in to nose at your neck. “can’t give my girl any kisses just yet, though.”
you slap his bicep playfully at the whine to his voice, then wrap your arms around his neck with a grin. “you got yourself into this, baby.”
bachira is an impatient man and acts on impulse instead of plan more often than not — and it so, it takes all of his self restraint not to push his tongue in your mouth for the next few days. what’s worse, he almost feels physically sick with withdrawal from the taste of you — from the feeling of your thighs trembling around his head, fingers tugging at the blonde hair at the nape of his neck as you moan oh, so sweetly.
luckily, he finds out patience has it’s perks weeks later — when you come within barely two minutes of the pretty silver jewelry making contact with your throbbing, soaking cunt <3
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dia-souls · 1 year ago
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🏀 Ayayui fanfic 🏀
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Pairing: Ayato 🏀 and Yui 🌸
Author: Admin Irsa
Genre: Romance, Tragedy
⚠️ TW: Violence, Toxic Relationships, Forced Pregnancy, Forced Relationships, Punishment, Death, Bullying, Blood Mentioned, Abusing ⚠️
Admin's Note: Inspired by Ayato's HDB bad ending. It just came in mind. As, I said before that Ayayui used to be my fav when I started watching dl this fic was in my mind. Dropping it for some Ayayui fans out there! I hope you all will like it!
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🌸Silver lining🌸
Yui trembled as she tried turning her head. It was incredibly painful for her to do such a small task. The coldness she felt in the room didn’t help either. She tried screaming, but her screams were muffled by a cloth pressed to her face. Her hands were also tied with tight ropes. She couldn’t help but cry at her luck, fate, and misery. She felt so helpless in this situation.
Ayato had gone crazy. He stopped listening to Yui and her pleas for mercy. Instead, he now only does things his way he wants. She never thought that the person she loved the most would become the person she desperately wants to escape from. You aren't scared of the person you love right? Then why does she feel scared talking to him?
She heard the door open and saw Ayato. This was the same person she loved with all her heart, but also the one who killed his whole family for no good reason. She didn't think his possessiveness could get any worse.
"Hah! Look Chichinashi I bought you food!”
Ayato came closer to Yui, who was currently tied to bed. He set the tray of food aside and reached forward to loosen her gag. But before he could get the knot unraveled, he looked her in the eyes.
"No screaming or bitting my finger! You know what punishment awaits if you do that, right?!"
Yui nodded her head weakly. She was tired of protesting, but in her heart she didn’t give up. She didn’t want to give up hope that he could change.
He needed to realize that his cruel treatment of her was wrong. He was supposed to keep her safe. How could she ever possibly be safe if he killed his own family? It certainly wasn’t a good thing in her mind.
Ayato smiled at Yui and kissed her forehead before removing the cloth from her face. With her mouth unobstructed he helped her eat. Grabbing something edible from the tray next to him, he began to force feed the imprisoned girl. He was glad that Yui did not retaliate. She ate whatever he provided without saying a word. She was mentally exhausted from this unfortunate predicament and physically worn from the restraints. Everything started to blur together…
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Ayato looked over at Yui, who quickly dozed off after her meal. She was now sleeping beside him in an awkward position. Slightly concerned, he looked at the ropes tying her to the bed post. It was clear that Yui was restless. It was impossible for her to get comfortable with tied hands. Noticing this, Ayato untied her for the bed time. She couldn’t do anything while she was asleep anyway.
Ayato didn't know why Yui was rejecting his love and affection. His logic and reasoning behind keeping her tied up made perfect sense to him. He thought of every possibility in his head… why is she sad and scared? Why would she care or be upset that he killed all his brothers? She even cried after he told her that he did it all for their love. Why is she not happy that they are together now?
These accumulating thoughts made Ayato very angry. He couldn’t believe the way she was behaving that night. Shouldn’t she be happy knowing that he loved her and was willing to prove it. He killed everyone in that mansion…except for her.
He only did it for Yui. He only keeps her locked in the mansion because he wants to protect her. Everything he does is for Yui. He was willing to display his love in a violent and brutal act. Shouldn’t that count for something? For her alone, he would kill anyone… even himself. He would give his life for her if he had to and die as well…
He glared at Yui’s face with a mad glint in his eyes.
"You belong to me. to Ore-sama, to Ayato!"
*Timeskip*
Ayato was furious to wake up and find out that Yui had disappeared from his side. She was nowhere to be found on the bed, but her impression in the mattress was still warm. With Yui not next to him, he frantically pushed himself off the bed and headed towards the bathroom door. He practically ran to the door, but when he turned the handle it wouldn’t budge. To his surprise, the door was locked. It enraged him even more to learn that Yui was being so secretive. He knew she was locked inside because he heard the toilet flush. To get to the bottom of this, he pounded the door with his fist until the hinges practically flew open. With no shame whatsoever, he entered the bathroom to invade her privacy. The first thing he saw was Yui’s frail body leaning against the counter for support. She looked very weak.
"Yui!"
Ayato made his way towards Yui and hugged her.
"A-Ayato-kun,” she whimpered.
Needing something to stable herself, Yui pushed herself off of the countertop and gripped Ayato’s shoulders. It has been a long time since he had hugged her. Ayato took her in his arms gently. She didn’t understand how or why their relationship became this toxic. It didn’t matter to her in this moment because he was being so gentle now. She cherished the sweet moments like this, which have been fewer and fewer as of late. He hugged her like she was a delicate stuffed animal. Maybe Ayato would finally come to his senses if she was patient?
Suddenly, Yui felt small inhales of breath on the top of her head. Was Ayato smelling her hair? This gave her an uneasy feeling, as if something bad was about to happen. The grip on her waist was getting tighter and tighter too… was he already back to his crazed self?
"Ayato-kun! I need to take shower... I am dirty," she pleaded.
He looked at Yui and stepped back to give her more space. With any other person, this could have been viewed as a kind gesture. However, Ayato was far from human, let alone someone kind or decent. With one swift pull, he yanked the sleeve of her dress, revealing some skin. Yui used her arms to push away his hand. Her clothes were getting ruined from the fabric being stretched.
Stunned by this reaction, Ayato used his free hand to roughly pull her hair.
"What the heck!? Are you crazy!!? You really don't learn!”
"P-ple-ease. A-Ayato-kun… stop… please! I want to take a bath alone!"
"Hahh! I told you that there’s nothing to hide. I think you should get used to me seeing you naked!"
Ayato continued to chuckle after hearing more of her desperate attempts. It only humored him. In his fit of laughter, he reached at the hem of her dress, ready to pull off another piece off. Tear after tear, her outfit is ripped to shreds. By the very end of this encounter, she is dressed in rags. Still, she tried to shield her body and cover herself. She never surrendered her decency or her will to resist… however pathetically.
"Ayato-kun, please stop!"
With this final warning, Yui gave him a hard push using all her strength. This caused him to stumble away from her. Yui hoped that this would make him finally back off, but it turned out to have the opposite effect. With seething rage, he raised his hand to hit her across the face. Yui closed her eyes and silently prayed it wouldn’t hurt that bad. But in the midst of this action, Ayato’s expression changed. His hand came to a full stop only inches away from her face. Ayato looked at Yui’s fear-struck face filled with tears. He couldn't hit her. He just couldn’t… but why? Is she really that scared of him? He loved her too much! With a twinge of regret, his hand came back to his side.
"Fuck it!!"
In the next few moments, Ayato stormed out of the bathroom. Yui was relieved that he left. Once she knew he was far enough away, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. At this point, she knew holding in her emotions any longer wouldn’t happen. She slumped to the bathroom floor and cried out to her heart’s content. She was scared of Ayato. Why was he still forcing her to do things she doesn't want to do?
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Yui laid in bed and stared at the ceiling above her. She wanted to fall asleep but the grip on her waist didn’t allow it. With this, she sighed and stayed as still as humanly possible. This didn’t stop the vampire from touching her though, it wasn’t long before she felt a hand creeping up her inner thigh. The hand rested and caressed her thigh for a few seconds until it continued to move upwards, stopping at her breast.
Suddenly, Ayato flipped Yui over by the shoulders and kissed her neck. His sharp fangs sank into her skin. Blood immediately started dripping out of the wound and this made Yui feel very faint. In an instant, he climbed on top of her and started taking his clothes off. After he was finished with himself, he undressed the small girl beneath him too.
"Ayato-kun."
"Yes?" he replied while leaving a hickey at her collarbone.
"Whatever you are doing is wrong! This is wrong!" Yui said as she felt tears in her eyes.
"Shut it! I am so over it! Say one more thing and you will regret your words, I swear!”
Feeling it now inside her, Yui felt so much pain and couldn't hold the moan. Ayato continued his movement....
*Timeskip*
Yui emptied all the contents of her stomach. Her stomach hurt so much and she was certain it was because she was being starved. Ayato had been giving her less food for being disobedient.
Feeling nauseous again, she vomited over and over agin. After all was said and done, she slumped down to the floor. She felt very weak and her vision was blurry. It didn’t matter how hard she tried either, she couldn’t lift herself up or do anything.
When the bathroom door opened, Yui quietly observed Ayato with his usual maddening expression. When he noticed Yui helpless on the floor he picked her up and placed her on the bed.
"I will get you some food!" He said as he made his way towards door.
"Food won't help, Ayato-kun! I need to see a doctor because I am not feeling well… "
He turned to Yui in a fit of anger once again.
"Like Hell! I won’t let you out again. I think you are forgetting that this was the reason for your punishment!"
"Ayato kun… please... I am not lying. I’m really not okay!”
"Stop making excuses! I am over it! You are staying with me whether you like it or not! You are mine and only mine, so get this thing in your thick skull if you want to live peacefully!"
With this final remark he turned and left the room. Yui gripped her stomach because she felt the sharp pain again. Tears pricked her eyes when it finally dawned on her that this was reality. An unbearable and inhumane reality…
What did she do to deserve this kind of treatment? Ayato should be listening to her because—
Her eyes widened when she noticed a wet spot forming between her thighs.
“It can’t be…”
Other words formed in her head but nothing else escaped her lips from the state of shock. In a panic, Yui whipped her head to the right to look at the calendar on her desk. Her eyes scrolled row after row for a certain date. Looking down again, she continued to choke back tears.
She was sure that the baby inside her belly was going to die.
This realization hurt her more than anything she had ever experienced. She wanted to be a mother, but not like this. She wanted it to happen under different circumstances under her own free will. As her eyelids became heavier and heavier, she looked down at the pool of blood. The scarlet red blood clashing against the white bedspread made for a messy scene. It was a mess and she was a mess. Her clothing was still disheveled and since Ayato kept her from taking a shower she was filthy. The pain was too much and the room was spinning. Yui clawed and gripped at the bedsheets to distract her mind. What was she going to do? Although it was incredibly painful, Yui was at least grateful that it kept her awake. She needed to stay awake for the sake of her baby. A dozen different ideas transcended her mind on how to escape this terrible situation. She didn’t want to die like this. Could she call out to Ayato or would it not even matter?
She couldn’t do anything to save her own baby.
As if her prayer had been answered, Ayato stormed into the room. Yui was covered in blood and laying on the mattress, but anything Ayato did was of no use. It was too late. Yui took her last breath as Ayato dropped to his knees in agony and grief. He felt like throwing up. He wanted to scream and curse at the world.
He looked at Yui’s face and felt like his heart was breaking and twisting inside his chest. The only thing he could do was hold her in his arms. Her body was still warm, but there was no life in her eyes.
"Yui! Wake up! Please… look..... I’m sorry. I promise I will listen to you… and be the person you want me to be. My love… please stop… wake up."
He shook her violently and slapped her face repeatedly to wake her up. No matter what he did, she entered her eternal slumber. Never to wake again.
Silence goes by and Ayato stares at her limp body. Something about it was kind of ironic…maybe hysterical?
"Hahaa...Ahaahaa.. AHA"
Ayato’s laughter echoed through the empty mansion.
His brothers are gone, sure, but Yui was the only person he was living for. Now he is left all alone. He couldn't help but laugh at his misery and bad luck.
"Hahhh... I love you Yui" he said as he cradled her lifeless body close to his chest.
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blindmagdalena · 1 year ago
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Our Blood's Gone Bad
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summary: 18+ 1.2k homelander x queen maeve. biting. marking. hate sex. pure angst.
These days, they only fuck after they fight.
an older fic that I realized belatedly I had never actually posted to tumblr! enjoy. 🖤
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Somehow, no matter what choices she makes—or thinks she makes—they always end up here.
Maeve is riding Homelander on her knees, fucking herself on his cock so hard that even the reinforced steel beams of his bed are groaning. She can't remember what had sparked the argument that got them to this point, not with every snap of his hips knocking the thoughts from her mind.
She prefers it that way.
He’s sitting up, face buried in the crook of her neck. She’s the only one he can fuck like this. He can finally let go of restraint and chase as much pleasure as he wants. He can’t break her, though god knows she wants him to.
His lips brush along her skin in series of kisses, featherlight despite the brutal way they grind into one another. With a hand in his hair, Maeve gives a sharp yank. “Use your fucking teeth,” she hisses. It wrings a groan from the back of his throat.
They weren't always like this. There were times she could make love to him without needing it to hurt. Nowadays, she treats his tenderness like an insult to be immediately remedied by violence.
Viciously, he complies. He sinks his teeth into her skin, holding her firmly in place with his arms at her back, hands hooked over her shoulders. He bites until he feels her titanium skin nearly give way. He eases back just shy of cutting through it, drags his tongue across the mark it leaves. Like those that came before it, it won’t last long, but he likes to admire them while they linger. Mine.
Maeve will always be his, if only because they both know they will never find this in another person. No one else will ever be strong enough, durable enough, or damaged enough. He owns this part of her. The unbreakable woman who wants nothing more than to be shattered to pieces. Maeve isn’t satisfied. She shoves him down hard, surprising him enough to break his hold. He lays sprawled back against the bed, eyes wide and blown black with arousal. She isn’t the only one who enjoys the fight. She covers his mouth with her hand, practically shoving the side of it between his teeth. “Harder.” Breathing harshly through his nose, Homelander bites down hard, catching the meat of the side of her hand just below her pinky. He watches the way she grunts, still bouncing herself on his cock, desperately chasing her release.
He moves his hands to her thighs, taking hold of her and digging his fingers into the muscle, dull nails biting crescent-shaped wounds into her skin. That makes her moan. The sound goes straight to his cock.
“Fuck, I said harder,” she grits out, her other hand braced on his chest. Their bodies colliding sounds more like combat than sex, impact after impact.
It electrifies every cell in his body, makes him feel like he’s going to erupt with the force of an atomic bomb. He squeezes her tighter and obeys her, biting down until he feels a coppery wet gush spill into his mouth, down his chin.
Maeve gasps with it, an angelic sound compared to the usual rough grit of her voice, and her orgasm suddenly peaks. His eyes roll back, a whimper leaving him. She’s so fucking tight, seizing around him like a vice. Homelander comes hard, back arching beneath her. His ragged moan is muffled into the palm of her bleeding hand. She takes him for all he’s worth, still rolling her hips, riding out the aftershocks of her own orgasm. She takes her hand suddenly from his mouth and grips the headboard instead, her head tipping back, eyes closed. Even when he makes her come, she can’t offer the courtesy of looking him in the eye. “Maeve,” he rasps, exhaling roughly. She hasn’t so much as slowed. She’s still grinding down against him with the same fervency they began with, and his pleasure is beginning to walk the razor's edge towards pain. “Jesus fuck, Maeve– ” “Shut up,” she growls, finally looking down at him. She plants both hands on his chest, leaving a bloody handprint on his bare skin. “Would you just shut the fuck up for once.” Homelander opens his mouth to protest, to snap something equally snide, but he doesn’t get the chance. Maeve drops down and presses her lips to his.
Whatever he had thought to say dies completely, his eyes falling shut. He moves his hands from her thighs to her face, cupping it briefly before pushing them back into her long hair, holding her with all his fucking might. He can’t remember the last time she kissed him. He’s going to savor it, despite the way his spent cock aches. She’s moving too fast, too hard, eating up the way he keens into her mouth. His expression twists. It fucking hurts, but he doesn’t want it to stop. He pulls her closer to him, tangling his hands in her hair, pretending for just a moment that they still love each other. Pleasure and pain spiral up in equal measure. Homelander feels like he’s coming undone with it, muttering incoherently between needy, hungry kisses. Eventually the onslaught of sensation merges into blinding white heat that feels like the aftershock of an orgasm, a second one wrenched from him alongside a sound that comes suspiciously close to a sob.
Maeve comes again, gasping her pleasure into the wet heat between them. The spasms of her cunt pull another pained noise from him. With a heavy breath, she lifts herself off of him, rolling onto her back. She scrubs a hand over her face before letting it fall to the bed. The two of them lay like that for a long moment, Homelander collecting himself while Maeve busies herself with lighting a cigarette. He fucking hates those things, and normally he’d have something to say about it, but right now he finds himself speechless. After a few more minutes of that, she rolls off the edge of the bed, cigarette dangling between her lips, and starts getting dressed. He frowns, rolling onto his side to watch her. “Hey,” he calls, but she doesn’t look at him. “Maeve, c’mon. Stay. For a bit. For more than four fuckin’ minutes,” “I have shit to do,” she responds curtly, avoiding his gaze. He scoffs. “Getting shitfaced, you mean?” She doesn’t respond. She’s already almost fully dressed. “Oh, would you cut the crap, Maeve? You think your life is so fucking hard. You’re a god. That shit’s beneath you,” he says, giving a vague, dismissive gesture. “Stay with me. We’re good together, you know. You just don’t want to admit it.”
At that, she looks sharply at him. He can’t discern her expression. She looks tired, irritated, but there’s also something uncomfortably empty in her eyes. This time, he's is the one to look away, discomforted by the hollowness of her stare. “It wasn’t always like this," he says, a quiet petulance in his voice. “Yes it was,” she responds, the venom in her voice replaced with an aching exhaustion. She makes her way to the door. “You just don’t want to admit it.” She doesn’t slam the door, but she might as well. The sound of it echoes too loud in his ears. Homelander is left cold, alone, and bitter.
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pairint: Astarion x f!durge (June)/OC chapter title: Scatterbrain chapter summary: in which Astarion has a request, June is having a bad time, and things get sexier than they have before. content warnings: hallucinations, intrusive thoughts, depersonalization/derealization, gore, fire, pregnant woman in danger, restraint play, dry humping, non-vampiric biting
A/N: yet another chapter set entirely in June's tent because a scene got longer than planned. oops! this chapter is very durge-y and also sexy so please mind the content warnings. also big thanks to @dungeonsdragonsandlawyers for the art and @swancensus for the song recommendation that i ended up using for the chapter title and lyrics.
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He’s her friend. 
He’s using her. 
She needs him.
“Good, you’re back,” he says, releasing his grip on her. “Really, darling? Twice in one conversation? I–” 
His words are cut off when June lunges forward, one hand grasping his face while her other arm wraps around his shoulder, pulling him into a desperate kiss. She kisses him like a drowning woman gasps for air. Because, in a way, that’s exactly what she is. She is a woman drowning in her own tormented mind, and kissing Astarion is surfacing into reality once more. 
Astarion tenses and almost falls backward before wrapping his arms around her for balance. It’s only then, with him firmly holding her to his chest, that June’s head stops pounding and the world solidifies around her. 
It’s only then that she feels real again.
Realizing what she has just done, June quickly pulls back.  “I’m sorry,” she says, pushing herself away from him. “Sorry - I should’ve asked before I did that and instead of just jumping on you.”
But if Astarion is bothered, he certainly does not show it. His eyes flash and his mouth forms a smile she can only describe as dangerous before his hands move to June’s shoulders, giving her a firm shove that forces her back onto her bedroll. In one swift movement, he’s on top of her, his mouth finding hers again.
And if June weren’t already crying a little, the relief would have done it. 
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