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laceyfaeryy · 2 months ago
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MDNI 18+
౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ simon riley getting the love he deserves after being a loner and thinking that he was unlovable.
cw: fluff, broken simon, vaginal sex, not proof read
he was too scarred, experienced the cruelest of things in mankind after being in the military and now he was a nobody. living in a shady apartment that coincidentally had its heating broken during the winter, only having cold water running in the shower, and just having an apartment that was plain and dull. his whole life simon was convinced that he didn’t deserve anything, hence why he joined the military, to deprive himself from anything that could potentially give him happiness.
so, he had an old couch that was so damn firm he got back pain whenever he laid on it. a flimsy bed that barely fits his large frame, his legs dangling off slightly as he tried to keep himself warm in the harsh winter with the thinnest blanket ever. oh, and he didn’t take care of himself, grabbing the reheat-able meals and ramen from the convenience store after his late night shifts.
that was until he met you, his sweet little birdie that made him feel just a little warm and fuzzier inside. he was accustomed to the usual sympathetic looks on the streets, the weak smile the cashier gave him whenever he bought another bowl of ramen. but you? you didn’t care that he was broken, you viewed him as an equal.
his sweet neighbour that cooked him homemade meals for him, made him his lunch for work that made his co workers jealous and shocked at the sudden sight of simon eating a filling meal.
“where’d ya get that meal from? looks homemade,” his coworker grumbled eyeing the container in his hands. simon muttered a half ass response, he was going to keep you a secret from these dirty men.
he tried to ignore the way his heart rate increased just the slightest when he read your little notes plastered on the container, small words of encouragement as if you knew what he was currently thinking.
slowly you embedded yourself into his daily routine, inviting him for dinner as you cooked his favourite meal, whilst he fixed your table. it was something more than transactional, but neither of you spoke on it, especially simon, he didn’t want to ruin the one good thing that he had in his life.
but deep down he was secretly wondering when you were going to leave, after all - all the good things in his life seemed to go away eventually.
you didn’t though, instead you showed him things that he never thought was possible. self love, though he was dork new to it, he couldn’t help but to feel just a little more confident in himself. the way you were perched up on the tiny bathroom counter gently shaving his face whilst whispering words of affection, or the way you kissed every single one of his scars.
then came the most intimate moment of his life - sex. it wasn’t just something that was done and dusted, no. it was a ritual for the two of you. the sheets rustling as simon kissed your neck, your legs wrapped around his waist as if you wanted him closer, even though it was physically impossible. he refused to make you feel like a conquest, making you come multiple times before cleaning you up and making you your favourite meal.
the change wasn’t internal only, his apartment seemed to reflect the blooming relationship between the two of you. his old beaten up couch all new and replaced because he couldn’t stand the idea of you being uncomfortable whilst watching your favourite show. adding more shelves and storage to his bathroom as you slowly moved in, your toothbrush on the bathroom counter, your pink hair dryer on the shelf and a random vase of flowers.
simon never expected a simple domestic life with a lover, but here he was. lazy morning sex with hushed whispers and basking in each others warmth, trying to ignore the demands of the outside world. cooking breakfast together as simon wrapped his arms around your waist. kissing each other goodbye as you two left for work, your hands brushing against each other one last time.
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ruinix · 3 months ago
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recent walk in..sugar daddy quinn mad when he realizes you haven’t been using the black credit card he gave you for expenses
Hello, lovely. Of course, hehe.😏 You did not catch me writing this. I am just a ghost taking over the keyboard. I need to put this out before a new walkin comes out.... (edit not really fully sugar daddy!quinn. But he totally would pay for everything type of boyfriend)
Broken Promise, Broken Cards
TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Spanking (pussy slapping??), Edging, Unprotected sex (protections, lovelies, they’re important), Squirting, Just Quinn being so angry that he became calm and he edges you coz he can.
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You’re sending him pictures of your shopping. One picture after another. One choice after another. Quinn helps you pick when you ask for his opinion. He has no problem answering your texts while he watches a replay of a game. The only problem is that Quinn has yet to receive a notification from any of your purchases.
With that, he can no longer focus on the game. It’s just white noise now while he refreshes his inbox.
Swipe down. Wait. Close the app. Open it. Swipe down.
Over and over again, whenever you send him a new photo of your successful purchase.
None. Not a single fucking one.
He is getting too agitated when he receives a photo of a paper bag of a particular brand of lingerie with your delicate hand holding it. You have your nails done earlier this morning. It’s so pretty with your favorite shade of pink and favorite flower designs. Just like how you described it before you went out. He can’t wait for your hands around him tonight.
‘Focus,’ he reprimands himself.
Shaking his head, focusing on the paper bag instead, locking in the brand, he gives the purchase a few minutes to process—or whatever the fuck—but again, nothing. He stares and stares into the screen, his eyebrows meeting. He remembers having every transaction on that card to be sent over his email too. He set that up long before. So, where the fuck are they?
Are you actually buying things or are you stealing them?
Did you bring cash?
Quinn didn’t give you cash for anything else other than your nails and the tip for its service today. His frustrations build up. He’s so close to calling the bank and making sure that the card is activated. When he receives another message, he takes a moment to calm down—he has to—before opening it.
He immediately gets distracted by how bright you look. You are grinning so much that the corners of your eyes crinkle, a blush flushing your face. Your nails are on full show once more as you hold up the bag next to your face. So beautiful.
After a solid five minutes, he remembers to refresh his inbox. Only then does it dawn at him.
Are you even using the card he gave you? No, that can’t be. You promised him to use that card today. You are definitely using it.
Aren’t you?
One last swipe down to refresh his email. Still nothing.
What the fuck.
You’re definitely not using the card.
Quinn paces. He’s getting angry for you breaking your promise, getting worried because you’re buying a lot of stuff today. More than you usually do. Didn’t you just complain about your depleting savings last night? It’s one of the reasons why he secretly transferred a few hundreds of dollars—exactly three thousand—into your account. He knows that you didn’t notice it, because you would’ve transferred it back to him after you lecture him about it. If it’s not that, did you suddenly replenish it in your own way? He quickly checks the date and confirms that it’s nowhere near payday, so that’s not it.
Where the fuck are you getting your spending money?
He refuses to acknowledge that you might be using your old credit card. The one with a fucking limit.
It can’t be.
There is no fucking way.
Something snaps in his head, pushing him to act. He rushes to your office, powers up your computer, and signs in without a hitch, because you’ve never put a password on it. If you do, he knows about your little notebook of passwords under your desk plant next to your monitor.
He never really goes through your stuff. He is content and trusts you with everything. Everything. He knows exactly how deeply you feel about him as much as he does with you. Although sometimes you hide your phone from him, that’s when you’re texting your friends about him. It’s obvious because you keep snickering while throwing glances at him. He doesn’t mind that. Not at all. You can talk to your other friends about other stuff. The fact still remains. He trusts you.
But, right now, he is losing it. He needs to see. He needs to look into your email. Just this one time. He’ll apologize for it later.
His eyes are locked on the notifications, the receipts, the confirmations. The account number on every single one of them is not the one on the black credit card he has given you. He had it memorized, and it doesn’t fucking match. You are not fucking using it. What the fuck.
An ache forms in his chest. It’s like a horrible backhand that could shake up his teeth, so horrible that he had to run his tongue over them, making a clicking sound to ensure his teeth are still rooted. He crosses his arms. His legs are spread wide as he slouches against the backrest, one leg bobbing up and down. He glares at the screen, trying to will the emails to disappear while he burns them one by one in his mind. He tries a different route to imagine the account number to change, but of course, nothing works.
He rubs a hand over his face. His head pounds at the start of a headache. His phone pings from another message. It sounds like a blaring siren, making his ears ring. After a few moments, a new mail pops up.
This is so much worse than you realizing the deposit in your debit. Because one, you broke your promise. Two, he feels useless. If you were not going to use the card, you could’ve let Quinn accompany you during this shopping spree that would at least appease his soul. But then, he can force his card into the hands of the cashiers. Realization hits him.
That’s exactly why you didn’t let him tag along. You know he’ll talk his way to overtake your payments. Exhaling, a chuckle escapes him. A smirk forms on his face as he gazes up the ceiling. You are such a clever girl, aren’t you?
He’ll give this to you, but you are in so much trouble when you come home.
As if on cue, you text him, “I’m on my way home.”
He turns your computer off, standing up. An eerie calm envelope him. He’s still so angry, yet instead of vibrating and burning outwardly, it settles deep inside his bones until nothing comes up. It’s an odd feeling. It’s not heavy. It’s not light. It just is. A calm before the storm.
He undoes his second top button. If you really want to use your credit card, you can. You’re your own person. Still, you should have kept your promise. Such a bad girl.
He walks back to the living room and sits down on the single seater, reaching the remote to close off every curtain, making his place dimmer and dimmer and dimmer.
Then he waits.
He waits until you come in with your impressive haul. Extremely impressive, because you have your arms full already. When you put them down, you only leave to get more of them until you get a little pile in the living room. It’s amusing how your grin looks so self-satisfied, not realizing that he’s sitting in the corner of the room, until your eyes land on him. Your smile turns sheepish, taking your hands behind you, not daring to come closer.
Truly clever.
“Hi, Quinny. Didn’t see you there.” You wave.
“My Love,” he greets, beckoning you with a finger, but you refuse to come, shaking your head. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to put these away.”
He watches you start with one bag with the little nightgown that looks so fucking sexy. You’re clearly distracting him and it’s working. Slightly. He obliges you, his amusement growing the more you ramble. You’ve enjoyed your shopping trip. You speak at a quicker pace than you usually do. You have a little bounce on your step. Your happy energy radiates from you in waves while you continue taking everything out of bags which you fold right after. He knows you’re aware that he knows. That’s why you’re taking your time.
Quinn’s aware that you are genuinely delighted that you distract yourself more than him.
He’s proud and happy that you enjoyed your day.
Truly.
It doesn’t erase the fact that he has already lost it. The calm that his anger turned is what’s keeping him from pouncing on you, from taking you over his lap and slamming his hand on your bare ass until you got handprints that will bruise and ache for a couple of days. Just like how you want them.
He still can’t believe that you’ve broken him just from breaking your promise.
It’s entirely laughable.
Yet heat streaks down his spine, down his lean abdomen, down to his cock.
He’s so fucking hard.
He stands up, stalking towards you while you’re crouching next to a pile of paper bags. You’re still rambling a pottery workshop you’ve come across. You’re saying that you want to go back there so you can make mugs for each other. When you’ve already successfully built a mug collection in one of his cupboards.
So adorable. So clueless about the danger prowling towards you.
He stops, his shadow looming over you. He counts the seconds, but you still don’t notice him, do you? Then he sees how your hands start to shake. You do. Silly girl.
A chuckle escapes him as he grabs your arm. He swiftly pulls you up then lifts you over his shoulder.
“Quinn!” You squeal, hitting his back a couple of times. “Put me down! You’re making me dizzy—”
You let out a moan when Quinn slaps the tender spot under your ass.
  “Quiet,” he orders, making you whimper like the dirty slut you are. “What did you say before you left?”
“Bye?” You sound so confused. “I love you?”
He spanks you on the same spot again, making you moan and whine. Even more when he slips his hand under your skirt, his fingers trail up and up, then he puts you down on the bed. Instantly, you flip over, looking at him like he has taken everything from you. He can already hear your protest that’s sitting on the tip of your tongue. He glares at you, daring you to speak them, but you don’t take the bait. You usually do.  Interesting.
“You bought a lot.” Quinn crawls over you.
His hand flattens over your sternum, effortlessly pushing you down.
Your pupils are so blown out when he levels his face with yours, his nose grazing yours, your breath mixing with his. He can smell the gum you chewed on before you arrived, the perfume you’ve sprayed behind your ears. Your eyes fall down his lips and up his eyes again, perfectly seducing him, but he refuses, moving away when you try to kiss him, your tongue darting out to entice him.
Not yet.
“Quinn,” you whine.
“Why’d you do it?” He asks. He kneels up, flipping you over your stomach, pressing a hand on your lower back to keep you from whatever you’re planning which is being  a brat.  
“I didn’t do anything,” you say with pout, shuddering when he slips his hand into your shirt. He unclasps your bra without exerting an effort, so used to your undergarments. “What are you doing? I haven’t showered yet.”
Quinn doesn’t fucking care if you showered or not. Since when did he care? He doesn’t care even if you come from a workout. He has fucked you like that. Many times. All sweaty and dirty. He already licked your sweat as he plunged deep inside your quivering pussy. You coming from a whole day of shopping is simple play for him. You’re just trying to get out of the inevitable punishment.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he rumbles against your ear. He slides his thick fingers under you so he can touch your tits. So soft. So perfect in his hands. Your nipples are so taut from anticipation and his attention. He pinches the sensitive peaks, your hips coming up to grind against him. He pulls away, receiving an unsatisfied groat. “Uh, uh. Answer me before you get what you want, you dirty slut.”
“Oh, fuck,” you gasp.
“That’s what you are, isn’t it?” He grits. He slides down one hand down your abdomen, down into the waistband of your skirt, down until he reaches and feels the wet patch on your panties. He presses and teases along your clothed slit. “See? So fucking wet. I barely touched you.”
“Quinn, please,” you plead, panting for more.
Why are you still not repeating your broken promise?
He’s getting so annoyed. He forces your clothes off, tearing every piece of clothing on your beautiful body. He ignores how much you complain, ignores your little ‘ouch’ because you’re full of shit. There’s no way it’ll hurt when he is tearing the fabric instead of pulling it against your fucking skin. Do you think he’s fucking stupid? Do you think he’ll hurt you that way?
He’s not a fucking rookie.
He keeps you down, spreading your legs by kneeling between them, watching how your pussy drips on the silk sheets, how your entrance quivers, begging to be filled. Languidly, he feels your folds. You feel so fucking good, so fucking soft, so fucking wet.
You gasp and moan like you’re already getting fucked. You’re just so sensitive, aren’t you?
Then he gives you a slap right there. On your dripping pussy. On your clit. His other hand grips your hip to keep you there when you attempt to crawl away, but he gives you another slap. Then another. Another.
You are moaning and writhing from the pain, begging him to stop, when you’re the one pushing your wet cunt against his palm. You keep seeking, even after briefly reeling away from every hit. Your eyes look over your shoulder, meeting his, begging and begging, mentally conveying, “More, more, more.”
Such a good slut.
His slut.
You’re his.
Quinn slides his middle finger into your heat, smirking at how your walls quivers around him. Your cunt is so red from his spanking. His thumb teases your other hole. You writhe, wantonly moaning, pathetically grasping the sheets for support.
You’re not running away now, huh?
Not when he is fingering you. Not when he pounds and puts pressure on that specific spot that has you screaming breathlessly. You want this so much. You’ve been waiting for a relief that he can easily give you.
He adds another finger, thrusting them into your pussy. Harder. Deeper. The squelching noises are music to his ears when it’s coupled with your moans and groans.
Then he feels the familiar pattern of your pussy walls. You’re going to come soon. He knows you so much. Knows your pussy more than you. Knows your little tells like how your thighs quiver, how your toes curl, how your back arches into the bed.
He knows it.
So, it’s so fucking easy to just…pull away.
You look back harshly. You look betrayed as your breaths come out choppy. Disbelief reflects in your eyes, not used to him not letting you come. He always makes you come. Not now though. Quinn takes his fingers from your arousal to his lips and slowly licks them, like he’s feasting on your pussy, groaning at how you taste. Fuck, you’re truly his favorite flavor.
“Quinn, I…” you call, your eyes tearing up. “You didn’t…”
He flips you over your back. He rests your ass over his thighs while your legs are spread out.
“Didn’t?” he mocks which you only process that as a question. You’ve already been dumbed by your pending orgasm, by your need for it.
“I didn’t come,” you whine, jutting your hips up the air, begging for another touch. “Please make me come.”
“Yeah,” he nods. That makes you smile, sighing in relief. Shaking his head, he silently says, “No.”
He doesn’t let you say another thing, plunging his fingers into your pussy. He fucks you fast and deep, thumb swiping over your clit just so perfectly, only to pull away when you’re on the verge of an orgasm.
By the third time, you finally understand what’s happening and you’re begging and begging.
Your pleas don’t reach him though.
They can’t. Not when he’s still not satisfied. Not when you still don’t say anything. However, the strange calmness that locked him is already dissipating the more he makes a mess out of you. The more beautifully and frustrated you cry.
Oh, his poor, sweet Love.
“Quinn, I’m sorry. I just wanna use my card.” You sob. “I’m sorry. Please. Please. I need to come. It’s been an hour.”
An hour?
You’re counting?
He pauses his torture, because you are finally talking.
You cover your face, hiding your fucked out face, hiding your beautifully blushing cheeks, hiding how your hair sticks to your skin.
“I saw you deposit money in my account again. I thought using my card would be a great revenge. Now, I know it’s not. This sucks! It hurts not to come. We both know you’re just going to pay the bill when it comes.” You sob, looking absolutely hurt and exhausted.
Quinn quickly pulls you up, soothing you with a hug. He sighs as you melt into his touch. You sniffle but your hand reaches between you two, tugging at his pants, trying to get to his cock.
“You have to make me come.” You beg, looking at him with your best puppy eyes. “Please?”
“You always beg so perfectly.” He tucks your hair behind your ears. “Wasn’t so hard to admit your wrongs, was it?”
“I know. I already said sorry—”
He cuts you off by pushing you back. He quickly tugs his pants down, pressing his dribbling cock to your pussy, shuddering at the feel of your trembling entrance. One swift thrust and he’s seated inside of you. Fuck. Your pussy is truly made for him. He perfectly fits. All of him. He can feel every crevice, every texture, every arousal that coats you deep inside. Shit. So good. He can come just by being inside of you, by feeling your tight pussy’s embrace. Did you know that?
But he knows that it’s not enough for you tonight.
You need him to fuck you, so he does. He fucked you hard and rough that your eyes are rolling up as you come. Even then you plead for more and more.
So he gives you everything. Changing the tempo here and there, going slow and deliberate, going back to a fast pace. He gives you everything because you deserve it.
Every time he feels that you’re about to come again, he whispers into ears, “That’s my good girl. Give me one more. That’s it. My good little slut. Take what you need. Come, my Love.”
Every time.
He draws out your fifth orgasm then he comes deep inside you, swearing loudly into your ear. He’s coming so hard that his eyesight dims. Your pussy milks every drop of his cum. How he still manages to flick your sensitive clit while he comes so hard is a mystery, but it doesn’t matter when you start to gush.
You’re making such a mess.
You always do.
“Quinn, oh my, fuck,” you cry out.
“It’s okay. I got you. Just let go, my Love,” he encourages, flicking your clit again and again, until you’ve successfully drench both of you. “No more?”
“No more. No more.” You shake your head, so he stops. “Kiss me.”
He obliges you, kissing you, whispering praises in between. You both spend minutes just kissing until you’ve calm down. Quinn gives you one last kiss before he stands to run a bath. He puts a few drops of lavender and chamomile oils in the tub. It’ll soothe you.
He comes back out to wrap you with a fresh and heated towel while the bath fills up. You look so spent, so Quinn holds you for a few more minutes, whispering more and more soft praises in your ear, because you’ve earned it.
When he hears the tub fill up, he takes you to it. He helps you in, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Just relax here. I’ll join you in a bit, okay?” He says as you settle. You nod at him as your eyes slowly blink. “I won’t take long. Don’t sleep. Not when I’m not here.”
“Okay, Quinny,” you say as you yawn. Your tummy rumbles. “Hungry.”
“I’ll get you a sandwich then I’ll make dinner after our bath. Sounds good?”
You smile at him.
His heart flutters, his stomach filling up with butterflies. He presses another kiss on your head, before he’s off, leaving you to have a little alone time. He got one thing in his mind.
He made his way to your bag that’s left behind on the floor. Humming a soft tune, he carries it to the counter, setting it down, as he takes out the ingredients for a sandwich. Just bread and your favorite jam. Washing his hands quickly, he fixes your sandwich, placing it on a plate. He also takes a fresh and cool bottle of water. It will do for a light snack before dinner, but he doesn’t take it immediately to you.
He sits on a stool, rummaging through your bag, finding your wallet.
He smiles at your photo with him there. It’s taken from a polaroid. He knows there’s another photo tucked behind it. It’s you and him in an ice rink that you had personally printed out. You’re truly cute.
He touches your face, heart pounding at how breathtaking you always look.
Even when you’re so fucked out, your beauty never changes. He can’t wait to grow old with you. He bet with everything he has and more that you will still look like the beautiful woman in the world, because you are.
Then he takes the credit card you’ve used today.
His smile never goes away as he stares at it for full minute.
Then he snips it in half and does the same to another and another.
Now, you only have one card left.
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greengoblinswifey · 6 months ago
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Transactional—Hwang In Ho/Front Man x Fem!Reader
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summary— The Front Man offers you freedom in exchange for something you hadn’t expected and your decision leads to something you had no idea would happen. Based on this request.
warnings— usual squid game shenanigans, power imbalance, slight coercion, degradation, face fucking, strip tease, cunnilingus, degradation, ass slapping, hair pulling, praise kink, unprotected sex, cock warming, creampie, pregnancy, mentions of abortion.
a/n— I see you guys’ requests, patience🫶🏽more soon.
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The Front Man slowly sipped his expensive whiskey, eyes focused on the monitors as he watched the Squid Games unfold.
Some would call him sick but he quite enjoyed watching the desperation and suffering of the players. It fueled him and he looked forward to new games everyday.
He chuckled at the stupidity of the players when majority opted for ‘one more game’ instead of just going home with the money they had accumulated. Their stupidity, his entertainment.
As he scanned them each walking up to push the X or O button, his eyes landed upon you. For a moment, his breath caught as he stared. You were ethereal, the most beautiful woman that had ever graced his eyes.
Now, he wasn’t even focused on Gi-hun anymore. His focus was on you. You infiltrated his mind and he needed to save you from the game before something terrible happened. Though, it wasn’t just his need to be your savior that fueled him. He was pent up—unable to remember the last time he stuck his dick in a pretty girl like you.
That night, he held an important meeting with the guards. An idea had came to his mind to spice things up a bit.
That night, he instructed the pink guards to kidnap you from your bed quietly, so as to not alert the other players, especially not Gi-hun who had become a friend to you.
“Bring her here tonight. I have a proposal for her,” he said to the guards, darkly.
That night, after much twisting and turning, you were finally able to fall asleep. Your slumber was cut short as you felt gloved hands clasp over your mouth. Your scream was muffled as two guards grabbed you but you quickly became silent feeling the cold barrel of a gun press against your temple.
“We’re not here to hurt you, just be quiet. Someone wants to see you,” one of them said.
Your heart beat faster in your chest as they led you out of the dormitory. Who wanted to see you?
They led you through the maze and through hallways you had never seen before, each step making fear course through your veins. You had no idea what to expect from whoever wanted to see you. Meanwhile, the Front Man watched through the monitors as the guards brought you to him, each step closer leaving him eager.
The large door to his personal quarters slid open and you were brought inside before the guards left without a word. Stood before you was a man in all black and when he turned around, your breath hitched.
He was tall, older and handsome. You cursed yourself internally for that being your first thought but you couldn’t help yourself. Anyone would think the same if they saw the man before them.
“Good night,” he greeted, his deep voice making you shiver. “Enjoying yourself?”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Is that a serious question? And who the hell are you—wait, you’re the organizer of these games?” you asked, recognition in your tone.
“We’re not here to speak about that sweetheart but yes, any other questions you’d like to ask?” he said, stepping closer to you.
“Why am I here?” It was the only thing you could think to ask as he towered over you.
“As you’ve realized, I’m the organizer of this game. My name is Hwang In-ho and I have a proposal for you,” he replied.
You tilted your head and quirked your eyebrow, a thousand questions swarming your head but none being able to translate to actual words.
“The X on your uniform suggests you’re keen on leaving the game but since majority voted to stay, I have a different method in which you can leave.” He stepped closer now, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
“To leave the game, you’ll have to have sex with me.” The moment the words left his lips your eyes widened in shock.
“T-to leave the game, I’ll have to let you fuck me?” you repeated.
“If that’s how you want to word it, but yes,” he retorted, a smile tugging at his lips. “It’s entirely your decision. You let me fuck you and you leave the game, you refuse and I send you back safe and sound.”
Safe and sound. You scoffed, he was sending you back there to die. Was it really your decision considering the situation you were in? You truly had no other choice. If you refused, you’d be sent back to continue the cycle of ‘one more game’ until you lost s game and died. You didn’t have much fight in you left, this was your only option and it seemed more plausible than going back to more than likely end up dying.
On the other hand, if you decided to take In-ho up on his offer, you would return home safe. You stared up at him, eyes flossing over his sharp yet soft features. He wasn’t hard to look at. In fact, you could picture him above you. You could picture him having those large hands all over you, his hand wrapped around your neck, his cock—
“You’re biting your lip,” In-ho said, snapping you out of your thoughts.
Your cheeks heated as you looked away from him, he could probably tell what your answer was by your reaction.
“You can take a long warm shower and later, inform me of your decision,” he added.
He gestured to the bathroom and you walked inside meekly, your eyes landing on some new clothes neatly folded on the counter. He seemed to have it all planned out, you admired a man that knew what he wanted and went after it, you had to give him that.
Stepping into the shower, you allowed the warm water to engulf you and wash away the weight you had been carrying the last few days. You scrubbed yourself thoroughly, remembering how blood would splatter on your skin after a player had been shot. Thinking about the incident made you shudder, you needed to escape. This was the opportunity you had been hand picked to be given and you decided that you had to take it.
After a long shower, you dressed yourself in the clothes In-ho had laid out for you. It was a cute dress that hugged your figure. Strategic—but you weren’t mad at it.
As you stepped out of the bathroom, In-ho’s eyes landed on you. His eyes roamed your figure, not even being subtle about it.
“I’ve made my decision,” you said.
“Already? Well then, what is it?”
You sighed, telling yourself it was just this once and you truly had no other choice.
“I’ll have sex with you in exchange for my freedom,” you whispered, eyes dropping to the floor.
“Oh, don’t be shy sweetheart, you’re going to be my slut,” he murmured, “and say it louder. Use your voice as much as you can now, because by the time I’m finished with you, you won’t have a voice from how much I’ve made you moan.”
Your breath caught at his words but you couldn’t deny the way it made your core throb. “I’ll fuck you in exchange for my freedom.”
“Good girl. So obedient for me already. I’m going to have so much fun with you, a pretty girl shouldn’t be in this hell hole,” he cooed. “First, I want you to get on your knees and crawl to me.”
His request made your heart drop. It felt so degrading yet thrilling. Adrenaline and pure lust ran through you and your gaze locked on his as you went on your knees and crawled to him. You crawled slowly but seductively, watching as he adjusted himself in the couch.
When you finally reached his feet, his hands went to your cheek, caressing it. “That’s a good girl. Next, I want you to unbuckle my pants and pull my cock out.”
With shaky hands, you did as you were told unbuckling his pants and when you reached his boxers, you paused. The dent told you everything you needed to know—he was aroused. And by the looks of it, he wasn’t a small man. He lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his underwear down and you gasped as his cock sprang free, slapping against his abdomen.
You’d never seen such a pretty cock and you cursed the thought for infiltrating your mind even though it was true. In-ho was long and hard, surely to hit all the right spots deep inside you. You wrapped your hand around the base and bit your lip feeling him throb.
“Suck my cock and show me just how bad you want to get out of here,” he whispered, his tone dark.
With that, you took him into your mouth, feeling him stretch your jaw open. The sounds of his pleasure willed you on, and you began to move your head, sending him to the back of your throat, lost in the rhythm of pleasing him. “That’s it, just like that,” In-ho groaned, his hands tangling in your hair, urging you on.
The gliding of your tongue across the thick shaft sent shivers through him. You could feel his balls twitch, and his thighs tensed beneath your hands. You moved to trailing your lips along the side of his cock, before meeting his dark eyes that stared down at you. His chest was rising and falling with every breath he took, and you could tell he was trying to hold back from losing control.
“You’re so good at this angel, fuck, so dirty.” You moaned around his cock, then took it out of your mouth to spit on it. Sticking your tongue out, you looked up at him as you slapped his cock against it and he held your hair in response, his head tipping back.
With his fingers in your curls, he dragging your mouth up and down his shaft before he started thrusting. You gagged but he didn’t stop, if anything, he sped up but only after giving you a minute to breathe. You could feel his cock twitch down your throat and you began massaging his balls, tears in your eyes as his thrusts increased.
“Swallow my cum like a good girl. Show me how bad you want to get out of here,” his deep voice said.
You took him to the back of your throat, and stroked what didn’t fit as you felt the salty taste of cum fill your mouth. Without hesitation, you swallowed, humming around his cock and sending jolts of pleasure through him.
Pulling you up by your hair, he kissed you, savoring the taste of his own release.
“You did well. I’m thoroughly impressed,” he chuckled.
He pulled you off your knees, his hands roaming your sides and caressing your curves before he squeezed your ass.
“Strip.” His voice left no room for disobedience and you did as you were told, slowly and seductively ridding yourself of the clothing he had generously gave to you.
His dark gaze drank in the sight before him and by the smirk on his face, he was utterly impressed. As he stood up, he held under your ass, hoisting you against him and walking with you to what you assumed to be the bedroom.
It was dimly lit and large but you had no time to admire it as he threw you on the bed. “Let’s see if you taste as delectable as you look.”
His lips pressed against your abdomen, trailing kisses until he reached your clit, spreading your legs and kissing further and further.
“You’re soaked, so wet for me,” he murmured, using his tongue to collect your wetness and spitting it back onto your pussy.
A soft moan escaped your lips, the feeling of his warm mouth on your pussy the best thing you'd ever felt these last few days.
“Your moans are so sweet angel."
He dived in, flicking his tongue on your clit before bringing it down to your leaking hole and licking back up. His grip was firm on your thighs, spreading them wide as he continued. You couldn’t believe the utter pleasure you were feeling, he was so skilled with his tongue having you squirm underneath him and moan so loudly, you feared the guards would hear.
His tongue was practically inside you, tonguing you and moving back up to suck on your clit. As his movements increased, the coil in your abdomen grew tighter, ready to burst.
“Cum on my tongue beautiful, be a good little slut.” A loud gasp left your lips and your body lifted from the bed as he practically took your soul and you squirted onto his face, soaking him. He slurped you up like a starving man and you squirmed under his touch, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“You’re so beautiful when you cum and you taste just as good as you look,” he panted.
Feeling bold, you pulled him up into a kiss, his mouth soaked in your juices. His head moved down to your full breasts, suckling and moaning as your fingers tangled in his silky hair.
"So eager sweetheart. Beg me to fuck you, let me hear how bad you want to leave this place," he teased.
"Please In-ho," you whined, "Please fuck me, I want your cock so fucking bad."
Swiftly, he sank into you, but halted, allowing your tight pussy to adjust to his size.
“Shit,” you moaned, as he took your breath away, “you’re so fucking big.”
“I know baby, but you better take it like a good girl if you want to leave,” he whispered, reaching down and rubbing your clit to ease the tension.
As you adjusted, he slammed into you, burying his cock to the hilt. Your moans filled the kitchen as he began moving at a pace that had your toes curling and your fingers gripping the sheets.
With how he was pounding into you, your pussy surely would remember the shape of his cock. You could feel him deep inside your cervix his cock twitching and your pussy throbbing. His large hand snaked around your neck as your foreheads touched, small trickles of sweat mingling. He worked his hips into you, your mouth in an ‘O’ as you breathlessly moaned with him slamming into you.
“You feel fucking amazing, best pussy I’ve ever had,” he panted.
You cried out in response and he pulled out his cock, slapping the heavy tip on your clit making you jolt. As soon as it made contact with your clit, you squirted, your juices spurting all over his cock. He slipped back in and as you tightened around him, you felt something warm and sticky fill you up.
"This pussy feels too good not to cum inside. Fuck, don’t move, I'm not finished with you yet."
He flipped you on your stomach and sank into you from behind, slapping your ass as he did.
“This ass,” he moaned, “you should see how good you look from this angle.”
His hips snapped against your ass, pounding you as your back arched deeper. You whimpered loudly and did your best to please him, slamming your ass back against him, his cock brushing that sweet spot deep inside you.
He gripped your curls, using it as an anchor to slam into you faster and harder.
“God, you’re clenching around me so tight, cum on my cock,” he moaned.
You buried your face into the bed, crying out as you shuddered and squirted around him, your arousal dripping down to his sheets. With one last powerful stroke, you felt something warm and sticky fill you up again.
He pulled out slowly, a deep moan escaping his lips before he collapsed on the bed beside you. He pulled you on top of him, plugging your pussy with his cock, not letting a drop of his cum go to waste.
“You did so well. You made a good decision,” he whispered in your ear.
For the rest of the night he held you close with his cock buried deep inside you. By morning, you were too sore and fucked out to even move.
You sat up in bed as you heard the door open, watching as In-ho approached you with breakfast. Softly, you thanked him and began eating, unable to make eye contact after the night you had with him.
“As promised, you can leave the game tonight. I’ll give you some cash and my contact so we can—keep in touch.” As he said those last words, his eyes fell to your bare chest.
Later that night, a deep sudden sleep took ahold of you without you being able to fight it. In your slumber, In-ho kissed your forehead, allowing the guards to take you off the island and back home with a wad of cash he generously gave you. He knew he’d eventually see you again but he hadn’t expected it to be for a completely different reason than what he had in mind.
Sunshine peaked through your window, shining on your face as you slowly opened your eyes. Looking around, you realized you were back home and in your own bed. In-ho actually kept his promise. Your eyes widened at the brief case of cash that lay on the bed beside you. For the first time in your life, fucking a man actually benefited you.
For the next couple weeks, you paid off whatever debts you had and made upgrades to your life. You earned that money and you’d spend it however you saw fit. Your happy streak didn’t last long though as each morning, you grew sicker and sicker.
It was terrible, you were barely able to eat as even the smell of food had you dashing to the bathroom and bending over the toilet, vomiting.
You weren’t sure what was wrong with you so, you decided to pay a quick visit to a doctor. Your doctor ran a variety of tests and informed you that you’d be given your results in a few days.
The days passed in a blur of overwhelming fatigue and nausea. If the games hadn’t killed you, this definitely would.
Finally, you received a call from your doctor about your results.
“Congratulations!” she beamed over the phone and your eyes furrowed in confusion. “You’re pregnant, just a few weeks along.”
The phone fell from your hands and you heard the muffled voice of your doctor asking if everything was alright. You were pregnant. Having only had sex with one person a few weeks ago, you knew exactly who the father was—Hwang In-ho.
You didn’t know what to do. A life was growing inside you, a life you weren’t sure if you wanted to keep or nurture. Absentmindedly, you dialed the number In-ho had given you. After just two rings, you heard his deep voice answer.
“Sweetheart, I’ve been waiting on your call,” he said, a smirk evident in his tone.
“In-ho, I-I’m pregnant,” you spat out.
There was a silence on the other end before he spoke again. “You’re pregnant? Shit, I should’ve known.”
“Yeah, you should’ve,” you snapped. “You came inside me twice and had your dick in me all night. What did you think was going to happen? Now, I’m stuck with something I don’t know what to do with.”
He sighed and paced his quarters. “Listen to me. It was never my intention to have that happen, trust me. But whatever decision you make whether to keep the baby or not, I’ll support you. In fact, I’ll be at your apartment by tonight.”
His words provided a sense of strange comfort for you. Having him over would give you all the answers you needed. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to keep the baby or abort it. None of this was supposed to happen, you fucked him to escape the game, not to have him impregnate you.
“Okay In-ho. Thank you for being understanding, I’ll see you tonight.”
After hanging up, you sat on the new expensive couch you had bought using the money In-ho gave you. Your life had been a roller coaster the last three months, but somehow, In-ho’s words and actions was the calm in the face of the storm. In some twisted way, he was perfect. And you knew if you decided to keep the baby, he would be the perfect father.
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clairewritesfanfics · 1 month ago
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Hi! Here I am again! Hehehe, I love your writing and how you make your requests (I'm in love every time I read it).
I noticed that you use a photo of Frieren as your profile picture. So I thought, it would be cool to ask for a Frieren! Reader.
I wanted to know how the main Mark or the variants would react to a romantic partner like Frieren (I think some variants would like it because the reader ages slowly) and I think they would have a little trouble with the reader, because the reader takes a while to understand obvious signs hehehe
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This man is Himmel, but with the lifespan to ensure there is no regret between you two. You inspire each other to do and be better. 
He has a higher EQ than the rest and even though there are struggles in communication, he never gets angry or impatient with you.
MAIN MARK, maskless, prisoner
Dude’s always close to a meltdown. 
It’s a good thing that your interest in sex and romance is barely there, because though he struggles to get through to you at least he knows no one else can possibly grab your heart. 
full mask, no goggles, sinister, target
It is a good thing that you both have eternities instead of lifespans, because talk about being emotionally distant, and it’s not like he’s not trying to court you–he’s just bad at flirting and you’re equally bad at picking up social cues. 
He’s too awkward with anything involving romance and you’re too detached to realize what’s happening. 
flaxan, omni-mark
His attempts at seduction and confessing fly over your head every time. In your eyes, he’s always been a shameless flirt towards everyone. What you don’t notice is that he has stopped hitting on anyone who isn’t you. 
If only he had the honesty to come with that charisma then maybe the two of you can finally start holding hands. 
head cap, mohawk 
One would think that he would have the poorest chance at romancing you, but it’s actually the opposite. You’re both inexperienced but you’re also both sincere and willing to try out new things together. 
While this Mark still suffers the same toxic mentality that all brainwashed Viltrumites have, the fact that he initially sees your relationship as transactional makes it easier to exchange information and communicate. 
VILTRUMITE
inside the little theatre:
viltrumite mark: I have been informed that my heart palpitations are in fact not due to a novel disease infecting my species. When the physicians examined my medical history, they told me that my heart only sped up every time you were near me.
you: I didn’t put a spell on you.
viltrumite: I’m aware, but now I’ve come to the realization that perhaps I may be developing romantic feelings for you.
you: That makes more sense than you getting poisoned or sick.
viltrumite: I propose that we try what humans call “dating." Hopefully, it will ease the symptoms.
you: (casually flips page of your book) All right, if you think it will help.
Author’s Note: I love Frieren so much, the character herself and the whole series. I relate to her on so many levels. 
To you young ’uns reading this, remember that time is precious and there is no medicine for regret.
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Disclaimer: The image used in this post does not belong to writerclaire. It was lifted from: https://gamerant.com/invincible-all-alternate-dimension-invincibles-fates/
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emmafrostyyy · 2 years ago
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y'all sleeping on Astarion/Lae'zel bc this moment is so...the way the flippant demeanor drops and he doesn't hesitate to call her out for sticking with her version of Cazador like their relationship is so underrated fr...
sitting down writing this bullshit like let me peel it like an onion a bit and elaborate why this pairing is fascinating to me
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It's really interesting how during the most cathartic, life-altering moment in Astarion's questline, the reactions of the other companions are more about the moral wrongness/guilt of sacrificing innocent lives. Lae'zel doesn't do that and instead relates to his hurt.
She knows what's he's feeling, the lack of control, the unfairness of being powerless for too long. This is a woman who just found out her entire life purpose was built on lies, discarded and hunted by her own people after outliving her usefulness, and groomed to basically die for an insane power-hungry lich queen. She knows all too well that power isn't always real freedom. Her first instinct is to empathize with Astarion to steer him away from his hate and resentment.
Astarion/Lae'zel is so interesting to me because they're such a classic "can we make each other worse or make a better person out of the other?".
They both have genuine appreciation for violence and respect each other's ruthlessness. Astarion was used as a weapon of seduction while Lae'zel was of warfare. Sex with people is meaningless and not real intimacy for them, and while both have little understanding/experience of interpersonal relationships beyond the physical, they still feel and love very deeply. They have no frame of reference for things like friendship and warmth, but they badly want all of that and more, even if they don't know it yet.
In-game they can sleep with each other, which is basically the foundation of the normal Tav/Astarion romance. Lae'zel saw him during combat and got horny, who knows. Astarion who's used to luring people with his charms, takes up Lae'zel's blunt offer because she's a strong hardened warrior that can provide protection and be a worthy ally, and he doesn't know how to say no. Navigating the complications between one who wants to be seen beyond as a sex object, and one who comes from a totally alien culture with no concept of love/family/connections and only sex is honestly really compelling to me. It's a transactional, mutually beneficial thing with no emotional expectations. Once you get past the skeevy rockiness of their early relationship, I really like the idea of them slowly seeing something past the exterior and realizing they may have harshly misjudged the other, an unspoken friendship blooms, and in comes the realization that they are essentially loners longing for kindness and a comforting touch in the most desperate of situations.
Lae'zel is prideful, direct, has no sense of courtship talk, and doesn't hold back her thoughts the slightest--she's not sweet/agreeable and what you see is really what you get, which I imagine would be disarming for Astarion who's used to vacuous flattery and has difficulty trusting others. But she's also insanely protective, passionate, loyal, and an initiator-- every romance scene is triggered by her first and she's always showing effort towards her relationships, which would mesh well with Astarion who does need someone to nudge him.
She doesn't purposely suppress her feelings, she's just simply at loss at how to express them sometimes due to her wildly different upbringing. She stops the sparring match you agree to and an easy vulnerability slips instantly out of her: "I don't want to hurt you. I want to protect you, and for you to protect me." and "Thus far I've taunted you, devoured you, battled you. Now I want more than anything to soothe you." are romantic as fuck and Astarion of all people really needs to hear that tbh.
Astarion is also someone who struggles with reinforcing his boundaries, and a key theme in Lae'zel's romance is that she encourages and wants you to challenge her and learn to stand your ground. It's not gentlest method, but hey, relationships are about having to make an effort to learn each other's language.
I think he also would take pleasure "educating her on the matters of Fay-run" (I believe there's a whole banter with him teasing her and teaching her pet names) and would get a kick out of coaxing Lae'zel out of her shell with her shyness at showing public affection, and making her blush. Also it simply would be fucking funny to see Astarion who's used to easy seduction, trying to pass a persuasion check just to get a smooch and generally having to work to earn regular kisses from Lae'zel lmfaooo
Lae'zel also initially struggles to see her chains as chains. When she learns about Vlaakith's betrayal, she copes instantly through denial and shuts it down. Astarion is NOT having it and calls her out, he knows her well enough to recognize that she would value blunt honesty above all.
I imagine he also despises her lack of self-preservation, the way her entire identity is tied to duty and being in service of others, and doesn't understand her desire to still help/liberate the people that want her dead and are hunting her down. He wants to make this duty-bound soldier realize that looking out for herself, and putting herself first may not be the worst thing in the world.
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They're so similar to each other but are also polar opposites in some ways that make a more equal, balanced romance I think. It's not a simple, one-sided, feel-good "she/he can fix her/him" fantasy because both of them have to earn each other's love, actually cut through the other's flaws, and actively motivate each other to be better versions of themselves.
They're not at all the other's ideal guiding hand. It's rough, jagged, and imperfect, but that's how healing goes. It's so far from being the healthiest relationship -- but even if their belief systems differ, their moral compass does often align. I imagine it's a slight relief for them to have a partner where there would be less shame and judgment when they expectedly, occasionally slip up and fall into their bad habits.
Also, man, the "You showed me the betweens and beyonds. Beyond war and peace, beyond passion and obsession, most importantly, you showed me freedom.", "First you were my wound, now you were my cure.", "But you saw something else in me - someone else I could be. Someone who could break the cycle of power and terror that started centuries ago.." lines really hit hard when applied to them.
Of course, they can also make each other worse, feed into the other's negative traits that will bring out the worst part of themselves. It's this duality of their pairing that is very interesting to explore, the way it can steer in either direction because it's an intense, fraught relationship at its core.
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ozzgin · 2 years ago
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Girl I love Daitou but I'm ngl I need more of Yazuya😭 if you can, can you write headcanons about him please? I'd appreciate it thank you <3
Yandere!Yakuza x Reader Headcanons
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Ultimate dating guide and palate cleanser featuring the gangster boys (Kazuya and Daitou). For those that have been left hanging for proper romance.
Content: gender neutral reader, mildly NSFW
Tags: @swagbucksjester @lucienbarkbark @moonieper @nu-vino @vee-love @tamaki-simp @pinkazelma
[Yakuza Masterlist]
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Kazuya
Kazuya was raised in a brothel, surrounded by women, so he is much more knowledgeable than the average man when it comes to feminine matters. Similar to someone who grew up having sisters, you can talk to him about anything and everything and not only will he be empathetic towards your problems, but he might offer tips and tricks you didn’t even know about. Not too shocking when he’s already heard multiple variations of whatever is bothering you.
The downside to his upbringing is that intercourse has always felt terribly transactional to him. He has a hard time associating it with intimate relationships. He will flirt a lot with you, but despite all the sexual innuendos, he won’t actually do anything until later in the relationship. He struggles with the irrational worry that sex will somehow taint the quality of your bond, making it feel cheap. Dating you has helped him realize that such things can be done out of love as well.
He is extremely affectionate and well mannered when dealing with you. Which may sometimes cause you to forget there’s a reason him and Daitou are good friends. While he isn’t as ill-tempered as his younger self, it doesn’t take much to anger him still. It’s a rare occurrence for you to witness it, but when he has it out for someone, he nearly matches Daitou in ruthlessness. He's very prideful and protective and will not hesitate to crush whoever challenges him or messes with you.
If you have a group of (girl)friends, you can confidently bring him with you with the only risk being that he’ll steal your spotlight. He can charismatically slide his way into any kind of conversation and you can hardly believe that this is the same man cracking gross jokes over his latest murder to his fellow criminal buddies. You might consider him a social chameleon, having no trouble adapting to any environment.
Smokes like a chimney and you have to slap the cigarette out of his hand sometimes because he’ll just light one up anywhere (including your bedroom).
Now this one is for the ones that are into it: God forbid you accidentally call him Daddy because he’ll ride that high until the end of time. He loves the idea and will tease about it with every opportunity. “Terrible weather today. Should Daddy drive you to work instead?”, or “Is that any way to talk to Daddy?” for when you’re out in public.
Daitou
One neat detail about being with Daitou is that you get to see a lot of things you took for granted in a new light. Whatever you assumed was a common experience for everyone, like having a picnic or going to the amusement park, is utterly foreign to him. He was raised by the Yakuza and barely interacted with anyone before meeting Kazuya; civilian past times were never presented to him. So you get to witness his shocked and delighted expression as he tries all these things with you.
Thankfully you don’t have to worry about teaching him the…intimate aspects of a relationship. Kazuya has that covered. And Daitou seems to be a rather fast learner, because he’s incredibly gentle and careful with you. Part of it is due to his own fear of messing it up. He’s only ever been good at breaking and killing people. Despite that, he loves you so much. He has to be the best boyfriend for your sake. Surely these hands of his can do more than just damage.
He might actually be a little too eager to learn the ropes. More than once you’ve walked in on him reading a graphic manga and nearly choked, mumbling an apology for interrupting his…activity. He’ll look at you with a confused expression, completely unbothered and wondering why you’re so embarrassed. He was flipping through the pages for ideas, given he’s never had any kind of experience himself. Ah. That explains the random kinky gestures he’s started doing without shame or doubt. You’ll have to do some tweaking in the near future.
This may come as a surprise, but Daitou is exceptionally good at household chores like cleaning and cooking. Registering with the Yakuza involves a mandatory apprenticeship of several years where you do menial tasks for your higher ups. Additionally, the time he served in jail has left him with a lot of discipline and organization. Somewhere between adorable and comical is how you’d describe the sight of him kneeling on the floor and carefully folding the kitchen towels while waiting for the stew to simmer.
Daitou isn’t exactly what you’d traditionally call jealous. His only frame of reference is Boss, thus he will treat you with the same kind of loyalty and dedication. You wouldn’t expect a mere nobody to walk up to the Head of the Family, so anyone approaching you will, similarly, be violently kept away until their intentions are clear. You are his most prized possession, after all. He’d do anything for you.
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floral-cavern · 7 months ago
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So.. Sarcastic Chorus has retired from doing Helluvaverse content. This is a huge blow to the series. If you somehow don’t know, Sarcastic Chorus is the Helluvaverse YouTuber. He’s done so many analysis videos, it’s kind of part of his brand in the same way FNAF is associated with MatPat. The fact that Chorus left the shows is crazy, but, honestly, it’s just a testament to how bad this show has been getting.
This is the view count for the first three episodes for seasons 1 and 2
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And if you think that’s bad, look at the difference between the season finales for each season
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(I know technically Ozzie’s isn’t the season finale, but Queen Bee doesn’t count because of how long it took to come out)
People are tired of the show focusing on the wrong things. I seriously recommend Chorus’s video, it has so many good points. And one point I really want to talk about is Stolas.
I talk a lot about the bad writing in the show in general and how I don’t like Stolas, but I just want to say, I don’t like him anymore. I used to really like his character.. but season 2 completely ruined him for me because they refuse to acknowledge that he has any flaws. Rather than tell “we know Stolitz has flaws on both sides of the relationship, both will work on that,” instead, it’s all just Blitzo. They’ve spent 3 whole episodes just shitting on Blitzo, when… where’s that same treatment for Stolas? Stolas is a classist, racist, rapist. But the show seems to just… forget this. They’re backpedaling so hard, I'm surprised they haven’t fallen off the bike.
I used to find Stolas an interesting character and I was so excited to see where they would take his flaws and mistakes. Like, think about it. Stolas is completely naive, having been sheltered his whole life. The only concept for genuine intimacy he has comes from erotica. Of course he’s going to have a skewed idea of what sex is like when the only sex he’s ever had is with Stella, who, and I quote, “just lays there staring at the wall” where Stella has to do all the work. Ya… that is fucked and a form of sexual abuse, just like what Stolas does to Blitzo. So, I was interested to see where they would take this cycle of abuse that Stolas is so accustomed to and how they were going to have him break it. How was Stolas going to learn his idea of intimacy is wrong?
Well… he doesn’t. Not really. He does realize this transaction is wrong, but, when he tells this all to Blitzo and when Blitzo doesn’t have the reaction he wants, Stolas throws a fucking tantrum. He walks away and refuses to let Blitzo speak, he denies having ever done anything wrong, says that Blitzo was the one who always makes things about sex when that is NOT TRUE. And the worst part? The show treats Stolas like he’s right. They never do anything to show us that Stolas is a hypocrite, instead, like I said earlier, only punishing Blitzo. And don’t even pull the “he was banished” card! Stolas was not being punished for being a neglectful father, or for being an abusive partner. He was being punished… for a heroic sacrifice. He was being banished because Andre doesn’t like him and everyone is mean to Stolas so we have to feel so bad for him, guys!
I just… I started to have my doubts for the show around Full Moon, but I wanted to stick with the show. I liked Apology Tour, but did find it a bit weird that Stolas was being woobied, but I just assumed it was because the next episode, Stolas would be the one receiving the punishing. But the next episode.. WAS ANOTHER HATE ON BLITZO EPISODE. So I told myself, boy I told myself, that the next episode will be focusing on Stolas’s flaws, on Stolas’s part on why this relationship didn’t work. AND THEY DIDN’T FUCKING DO THAT STILL. In fact, Mastermind was just full of Stolas unnecessarily insulting Blitzo, calling him an idiot and whatnot. Like.. GIVE THIS GUY A BREAK, HOLY FUCK. WE GET IT.
This show has gotten so fucking infuriating. Good on Chorus for leaving. Me, personally? I’m going to keep watching, out of curiosity and because I hate myself, but if the show gets anymore infuriating, I may just leave. Because this show is so non-self aware with its black and white writing while it tries so damn hard to have a moral high horse.
So, actually, no. Not ‘fuck Stolas’. Fuck the writers for being so blind to the kinds of behaviors they are endorsing and encouraging with him.
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paradiseismine · 4 months ago
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Instant chemistry (part 2) - Finn Wolfhard x reader
Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x f!actress!reader
Warnings: “getting to know each other” kind of fluff, smutty scenes, all that good stuff.
Love note from Nina: and I announce my return! Hope you enjoy this one, my loves. No fic of mine will end up unfinished - it only might take me sometime.
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The movie’s premise was quite simple: Finn’s character, Louis, was supposed to be a nerdy sweet boy who’d try and take your character, Corinne, out of prostitution, as he falls in love with her after she takes his virginity. Corinne is also new to sex as something pleasurable and loving (instead of transactional and non-romantic), and as Louis always seems so concerned about her comfort and satisfaction, as well as curious about her story and personality, she also falls for him.
It was the morning after the reading, and as you arrived at the studio earlier than usual, there was Finn - standing 6’1 with a smile and a small backpack, a thick stack of paper peeking out of it. He saw you coming and approached you, greeting you gently with a peck on the cheek.
”Did you have breakfast already?” Finnie asked, smiling sweetly as his eyes squinted because of the strong lights.
”Not really, i’m starving” you chuckled, walking with him towards the exit door. “Should we get a little something before the bell rings?”
”Yeah, totally” he nodded.
It felt kind of automatic when you reached for his hand as the green light turned red and the cars stopped on the street. He intertwined his fingers with yours as you two held hands to cross the street, in order to get to the nearby cafe for breakfast. His touch was very warm and pleasant, and as silly as it might sound, you pictured what it would look like to be his girlfriend. To have those warm touches and light conversations with him as a staple in your daily life.
“Careful not to fall in love, little starlet, people are very good at playing pretend in this business” Leo’s voice echoed in your head, making you shake off those thoughts. You were there to work, to build your career, not to meet some cute Canadian boy.
You two sat on the table and got your minds busy with the menu for a second, but Finn gently reached for your hand once again. You noticed he was shaking.
“Is everything ok?” You asked, caressing his hand with your thumb, eyebrows slightly furrowed as you took your eyes off the menu.
“Yeah, it’s just” he shook his head lightly. “I really loved this script, y/n” Finn said softly, looking around. There wasn’t anyone passing on the street, and only a few people sitting on the other tables of the cafe - all of them far enough so he could have a somewhat private conversation with you. “And I could definitely use a more mature role, you know, being a former child actor and stuff… Getting people to see you as anything other than a child takes some effort.”
“I totally understand” you nodded sincerely, setting the menu aside and taking his hand between both of your own. “Are you anxious about how things are going to happen? People’s reactions?” you inquired, trying to soften your voice and make him comfortable.
“That too” he said, his eyes seeming too embarrassed to look into yours. “It’s just… It’s really hard for me to separate things, you know? And I’m well aware of how unprofessional that sounds, don’t get me wrong.” he intertwined his fingers with your left hand, still shaking a little with anxiety. “But, uh… We’re going to kiss, and-and pretend to make love to each other, all of that” his cheeks were turning red as he licked his lips nervously. “Just bear with me, can you? Tell me if you think I’m mixing things up, if I’m getting clingy or making you uncomfortable, please”
“Don’t worry, love” your dominant hand reached for his cheek. “I know intimacy is hard and you get that taken away from you very early in life when you’re… Well, the f word” you tried to lighten up the talk.
“Being famous is weird, isn’t it?” Finn chuckled, as he caught onto your little joke. “But anyways, I just wanted to tell you to have some patience with me. I know it’s just acting, and I love cinema and acting to bits, but it’s a little hard for me not to develop some unwanted feelings sometimes”
You got up and sat next to him on the cafe’s booth, hugging his sides as best as you could.
“We’re gonna make it work, Finnie” you reassured him. “To me, actually, that only shows how much you care, and how involved you are with the work. I think it’s very honest and brave that you shared your concerns with me. And I’ll do anything I can to make you more comfortable. I’m really enjoying your company and getting to know you.”
His eyes lit up, searching for yours.
You pecked his cheek, hand lingering on the side of his face for another moment. His skin was warm to the touch, cheeks still flushed.
“Do you want to take another look at the menu to try and clear your head a bit?” you broke the silence. Anxiety sometimes would subside when you put your attention somewhere else, and maybe that would work for Finn.
“I think so, yeah” he reached for the menu, holding it shakily.
“So, maybe pancakes for today?” You helped him hold the menu, taking one of his hands off of it and draping his left arm around your waist. Finn just let you do it, trying to hide a smile. “I could really use a little self indulgence.”
His arm around your waist squeezed you onto his side a little.
“That sounds great, actually” he looked at you, breathing stabilizing.
The server soon came over to the table to get your orders, you both settling for pancakes and hot chocolate - it was pretty chilly outside.
After eating, Finn didn’t let you split the check, swiftly taking it away from you once the waiter placed it on the table. You protested a little, but let him take it. He was very sweet and seemed to like spending time with you.
As you exited the restaurant together, he reached for your hand again.
“Is this ok?” He asked, squeezing your hand softly in his own.
“Sure” you smiled. “Let’s develop our chemistry in our own rules, yeah?”
He smiled back, a bit shy still.
The first scenes were simple - Louis texting Corinne and talking with her briefly in her house, just them getting to know each other - the spicier part was to happen after lunch, as most of the crew would be gone to keep the intimate scenes more private and the actors more comfortable.
You couldn’t grab lunch with him due to a production delay, but met him shortly after. Knocking on his private backstage room, you two soon began talking over how certain parts of the script could sound and look a bit more natural as well. The material wasn’t bad, but it could use some improvising to make it more exciting.
”Can I… like… touch you? I mean, for real?”he said, in a paused insecure manner. He feared he was going too far, of course. “The intimacy coordinator said as long as we’re both comfortable, we could, uh…”
”Well, I think it’d be best for the scene” you interrupted and looked into his eyes, reassuringly. “And that’s what we both want, right?”
He nodded, agreeing with you. You’d heard the rumors that Finn liked improvising and going with the flow of each scene, but had no idea he’d be so blunt about it.
His copy of the script was kind of a mess - colorful highlights over specific lines, his small handwriting taking up most of the margins. He showed you his notes and you two talked about everything that could be said or done in order to improve your scenes together.
“So… Should we go get dressed for the next scene? Do you feel ready?” he asked, eyes sparkling as they met your gaze.
”Born ready, Mr. Wolfhard” you chuckled, smiling up at him.
As Finn’s contract was signed on such a short notice (going from a cameo appearance to a vital supporting role), he’d only get about two weeks to film his scenes before having to fly back to Atlanta to finish Stranger Things 5. So, locations and scenarios were rescheduled and/or built hurriedly to accommodate his stay.
That’s exactly how you ended up in that cold set without a working heating system - It was very much 9°C outside and you were very much stripped down to your underwear. He was in boxers and a thin T-shirt, still cold as well.
The set was mostly empty, just the core crew working on those particular scenes, as they included some partial nudity (Leo had said you had to “put those tits on the game”, to which you laughed and agreed to).
“So, uh” Finn lightly touched your naked shoulders, thumbs grazing the straps of your lingerie. “Can we, you know… Keep this scene as we had talked earlier?”
He was visibly nervous you’d change your mind. I mean, he had suggested actually touching you for a more realistic orgasm… That was a lot. You lightly grinned at him, nodding, before pulling him down by his T-shirt.
”You WILL make me cum today, Finn Wolfhard” you whispered into his face, your grip still tight on his t-shirt.
You both laughed before hearing one of the set’s bells ringing. That meant that you should get ready to start shooting.
Getting into your mark, you closed your eyes and took a few deeper breaths, your mind focusing on the feelings your character should be portraying, her thought process, her personality in general. This scene was Corinne’s first orgasm granted by another person, and she’d get it from Louis touching her gently as she guided him.
As the director yelled “action”, the scene began.
You were lying in bed with Finn, there were very few lines to run, and of course - it had to start with a kiss.
He leaned in slowly, hand softly placed on your cheek. His lips touched yours very delicately, as the kiss was supposed to be loving and gentle. You had talked about the kiss previously, so his tongue slipping between your lips after a while was no surprise - but either way, you let out a faint moan into the kiss. Soon, he parted the kiss and smiled, and so did you.
“Cut” the director yelled. “That one was pretty good… I think we can move on with just that take. Keep going, kids. Why aren’t we rolling?!”
With that, the scene continued. Finn’s kiss got more intense, his hands wandering around your waist and climbing up to your breasts, groping them lustfully. His lips moved to your neck and down to your shoulder, finger hooking underneath your bra strap and pulling it down gently.
His eyes met yours in an intense gaze, and his arms soon went around your back to unhook the bra. It took him a few tries, and the director probably liked it, ‘cause no interventions were made.
With your upper body exposed, Finn’s eyes were glued on you, his amazed expression fitting the scene perfectly. He leaned forward again to capture your lips once more, but this kiss was not as long and delighted - he had something else in mind.
Finn’s lips closing around your nipple really came as a surprise - you gasped, letting out a moan and guiding the back of his head with your hand, encouraging him to continue. His eyes shot up at yours, as if asking if that was ok, but your fucked out face was enough to answer any question.
“Let the kid have some fun” you heard the assistant director chuckle from somewhere nearby. “They have great chemistry, that’s good”.
Finnie payed that comment no attention at all, and suckled on your nipple for a little longer than he probably should, but still, no interruption. His hands glided over your body, ending up underneath the bedsheets carefully draped around your hips, his hand’s heat still noticeable over your panties.
He hovered over you, so tall and handsome, his half-lidded dark eyes still gauging each micro expression of your face, as if you could possibly get uncomfortable at any point.
“Can-Can I touch you, Corinne?” Finn said, adjusting his glasses nervously. He hadn’t worn glasses for a role since Richie, he had told you. Too bad, ‘cause he looked adorable in them.
“I’d love that, Louie” you answered, mouth watering. “Just use your fingers very gently, yeah? Move ‘em like you’re tracing circles on me”
He nodded, and his hand soon slipped underneath the panty, feeling the soft folds of your drenched cunt. Finn seemed a little surprised at how wet you were, but tried to focus on the scene nonetheless.
He traced your clit carefully, eyes darting from your face to your body. Your breath quickened. You agreed to him touching you, but didn’t realize he could make you cum for real in less than a minute.
Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, stifling a few moans. You tried to keep it classy, dainty, high-pitched. And he kept working on your clit, your eyes rolling and head becoming dizzier and dizzier with lust.
“F…” you stopped his name from coming out of your mouth, biting your lip again before it rolled out of your tongue. “Fuck” you moaned, eyes shutting in pleasure. Another f-word to that R rating shouldn’t be a problem.
“Louis, I-“ you said, improvising, as Corinne was only meant to moan wordlessly for the rest of that scene.
“Let go, love, I want you to feel good” Finn said, his eyes roaming around your body underneath him.
You couldn’t hold it in. The moan you let out was probably too lewd even for the film, not as high-pitched and delicate as you had anticipated - but it was real. Your back arched, your mouth cracked open, eyes watering with pleasure. The sensation was heavenly, sultry, the tingling of your limbs so tender and powerful.
The scene ended with you smiling at each other, laughing softly after he was able to pleasure you.
“And cut” the director said, his voice softer than before. “That was very good, guys, we’ll finish ahead of the schedule today, it seems” he nodded, happily. “5 minutes, everyone?”
The crew stopped filming and soon left for a small break. You were still catching your breath after the orgasm. The director didn’t seem to notice Finn had actually touched you, but the intimacy coordinator would probably ask some questions later.
“Are you ok, y/n?” Finn asked, hand still under the sheet, holding onto your hip absentmindedly.
“Sure, I feel great” you chuckled, your head still feeling a bit light. “How about you, dear?”
“I feel great, too” he pecked your lips and got up, his hand reaching for yours to help you stand up. As you were on your feet, he put his lips to your ear. “Maybe you’ll want to change from those drenched panties, though”
“Well, this is all your fault, mister” you laughed, winking at him and walking to your backstage room in your wobbly legs. You were getting money to be there. Someone was going to pay you, but you’d do that for free. Hell, you’d do anything Finn wanted, and today was just the first day… Talk about some instant chemistry.
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anarcoqueer1994 · 2 months ago
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I'm actually obsessed with the idea that Kallus is used to using his body to get what he needs, whether that be in combat or in other ways. Like he doesn't see sex as a particularly intimate thing any more, it's often something he dissociates during. When he was younger, before the academy, he used it as a way to make money. After that, when he is an imp, most of the time the people he sleeps with were people he was trying to get information out of.
Like I even picture during his time as Fulcrum, him doing this to Thrawn, who has a fetish for humans. Unfortunately during this time, Thrawn already knew the truth, so when he was caught, it's a little more humiliating, Thrawn quietly rubbing it in his face while he is being tortured.
Then when he is working as a rebel in intel, he is more than okay with using this tactic if needed to gather info, he knows it's not a big deal. Of course he doesn't advertise that he does this, knowing not everyone would be a fan of this. But ultimately, the point is, he doesn't feel intimacy in these sexual encounters.
But what he does feel intimacy in is the way Zeb throws his arm around his shoulder when they are walking, or when they do something as simple as hug each other...it's the gentleness, the way it feels authentic not transactional. Zeb and himself are doing these things because they want to, not because one or both may be put in a more advantageous position by being close.
But then, one day, when Zeb is trying to confess his feelings for Kallus, leaning in to kiss him(which Kallus wants) suddenly Kallus begins sobbing. Zeb of course stops, but is there as the blonde works through the panic attack and wave of emotions that hit.
He is suddenly terrified that moving past gentle touches to kissing...and more , means that now Zeb is ready for the transactional part, that Zeb doesn't actually want him, instead just wanting his body, after that it will all be over. Kallus would have served his purpose.
When he can catch his breath, he quietly whispers, "I don't want this to be over..."
Zeb is confused but very kind never-the-less, "Sasha...what do you mean? I don't want this to be over either...I want, I mean only if you want, us to go further, I want you to be my mate, or um boyfriend." He hesitantly puts his hand between them for Kallus to grab if he wants.
And Kallus does. Hand holding is intimate, sweet. And then Kallus tells him everything, about his view of sex, about his fears, and Zeb listens, not judging.
And when they do get together, Zeb goes at Kallus' pace, doesn't push. And when they do have sex, Kallus realizes that though the act isn't what makes it intimate, it's the person he does it with that does.
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callsign-rogueone · 11 months ago
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fwb!Liam Mairi x gn!reader words: 1.9k 🏷: no book spoilers. gender neutral reader. mentions of sex but it's purposely left vague, though it's implied that Liam does most of the work there. a bit of miscommunication (because all dragon riders are allergic to talking about their feelings), both of you are in love but neither of you think that the other person wants a relationship, this is the tipping point, Liam is such a cutie baby I love him sm, soft happy ending <3
Liam Mairi is a perfect gentleman, which of course, makes him an excellent lay. He always makes sure that you’re satisfied before he is, always gentle with you and always asking for consent, even if it’s something you’ve done before.
You’d asked him about that once, curious.
“Just because it was okay once doesn’t mean it’s always okay,” he’d answered, a little bashfully. “I’d never want to make you uncomfortable.”
You are never, ever uncomfortable with him. Quite the opposite, actually. He manages to liquefy you every time, to drain every drop of stress from your body and leave you in a soft heap on his mattress, to be scooped up into his lap and molded into a real person again by the gentle pressure of his arms around you, his hand stroking your hair while he murmurs soft assurances that you’re safe and tells you how pretty you are.
Two nights a week, he takes you apart just to put you back together again, making you whole — but it never lasts until morning. Like the fairy tales you'd read as a child — at the stroke of midnight, the magic fades. Only instead of a princess turning back into a housemaid, you go from feeling like the person he treasures most in the world to a complete stranger.
That much isn’t his fault.
You’re in too deep, and you know it. You’ve been over your head for more than a month now — since the first time you hooked up. You’d never felt that good in your life. But for some stupid reason that you can’t even name, after you’d come back down to earth, you decided that you weren’t going to spend the night, that you couldn’t. 
And so you never have. You’ve hooked up precisely sixteen times over the last two months, sometimes in your room, sometimes in his, one time in the showers; that had certainly been an experience. But never once have you fallen asleep together.
That’s the one part of your dynamic that you’d never talked about. Everything else required semi-detailed conversations about consent, boundaries, being exclusive (neither of you ever sleep with anyone else, even though you’ve agreed that you’re not exclusive), but you’ve never discussed staying the night. After your vanishing act on night one, he’d assumed that you would never want to stay the night, and that you wouldn’t want him to stay either.
So here you are again, wrapped up in his arms, planning your escape, as if there’s anything you could possibly want more than to remain like this forever. 
But it’s not about what you want. Life is never about what you want.
You start to get up to look for your clothes, but he wraps a strong arm around your hips, pulling you back against his chest and nuzzling his nose into your neck with a sleepy whine. “Don’t go yet.”
You laugh softly. “Fine, I’ll stay.”
You feel him still beside you, loosening his grip. “You don’t have to,” he adds quickly. “I understand if you want to leave.”
You roll over, turning to face him. He’s absolutely adorable — hair mussed, cheeks pink with embarrassment as he realizes that he’s implicated himself here, that he’s admitted that he wants you to stay, because he wants more than you’ve been willing to give him.
You’re not supposed to stay. That’s the whole point of friends with benefits. It’s supposed to be strictly transactional — a body for a body, pleasure for pleasure, nothing more. Take what you need and leave. 
You’re terrible at this whole thing, both of you. 
You’re not supposed to cuddle after, but Liam is too sweet to just abandon you immediately after a roll in the sheets. He always makes sure you’re okay, lets you rest your body against the soft muscle of his chest for a while, until he’s sure that you’re in a good headspace again. But what’s an appropriate amount of aftercare for two people who aren’t in love?
And you definitely aren’t supposed to stay the night.
That’s been the one thing that you do correctly every time. You always duck out after you’ve both caught your breath and made a shameful amount of eye contact, looking at each other, memorizing them — somehow that always feels so much more intimate than the actual sex.
His eyes are bottomless oceans that you’ve been treading water in, but you don’t know how much longer you can go on like this, with no land in sight.
He’s always worried when you leave. To be fair, it isn’t very safe out in the dorm hallways, especially late at night, but in an effort to keep this casual, to keep yourself from drowning, you’d reassured him that you’re both trained fighters, your rooms only are a minute’s walk apart, lit by mage light, and he can see danger coming from a literal mile away with his signet. You’ll both be fine.
And so, whoever came over is the first to leave, getting dressed quietly and heading out with as few words as possible, slipping down the hallway back to their own room, where they’ll shower and get ready for bed, thinking about the other person all the while.
Sometimes, when it’s your bed you’re using, you’ll pretend to be asleep until he leaves — you don’t do goodbyes, because they hurt too much. And in this death trap of a school, saying goodbye to anyone feels like jinxing it, finalizing the end of your relationship and giving Malek permission to take you away forever. You’ve always been a little superstitious like that. 
You aren’t great at the friends part either. You don’t interact much during the day. You’re friendly, sure, but you aren’t friends. You get along well whenever you’re grouped up for anything, offering each other a smile and a small wave when your paths cross, but that’s the extent of it.
You can’t help but smile every time you look at him. That should have been a warning sign. 
“I do want to stay,” you whisper after what feels like an eternity, looking up into those beautiful blue eyes.
“Okay,” he says shyly. 
You cuddle deeper into his side, tucking your head into his neck and closing your eyes, because that’s easier than talking. 
Laying with him has always been easy. You fit together like puzzle pieces, interlocking tightly but not too tightly. Always comfortable, never forced.
He wraps his arms around you again, laying a kiss to the top of your head. “Get some sleep,” he encourages.
You wake to bright sunlight hitting your face, and you whine in complaint, turning your head away from the window — into the firm muscle of Liam’s chest.
Oh, shit. Had you fallen asleep on him, trapping him here, and he was too nice to disturb you, to wake you up and kick you out?
No, you remember, this was mutual. You’d done the usual cuddling-and-affirmations thing and then you’d fallen down that slippery slope, somehow agreeing to spend the night.
It’s been years since you last slept a full eight hours straight — you don’t really do that anymore. But you don’t remember waking up in the middle of the night, either. Is he awake? Maybe you can slip away without waking him if you’re quiet and you…
“Morning,” he greets, his voice raspy and low with sleep. 
Holy shit, that’s hot. You want to hear that first thing in the morning, every morning.
“Morning,” you respond shyly, as if you aren’t both almost completely naked in his bed. 
“You sleep okay? Xaden says I snore, but I don’t believe him.”
“Yeah, I… I slept well. I didn’t hear any snoring. I was totally out.”
“Good.”
Another awkward pause. Time to be brave. 
“Liam?” you ask softly, gazing across his shoulders at the beginning of his relic, where it curls over his collarbone. “I don’t know a better way to ask this, but… what are we?”
“What do you want us to be?” he asks carefully. He’s loosened his grip on you again, like he did last night. He’s prepared to rip the bandage off. You should be, too.
You should be a lot of things. 
“I asked first,” you say, like a child. 
You close your eyes, taking mental inventory of where you’d scattered your clothes last night, and which pieces you can go without if you have to sprint down the hallway to the safety of your own room, should he not tell you what you need to hear.
He takes a breath before he responds — a deep one, that makes your body rise and fall with his. “Last I checked, we’re friends with benefits, but if you wanted to… we could be more than that. Life’s too short to not chase what you want.”
“Is that what you want? More?” you ask in a whisper.
“It is. It has been for a long time now. I thought I was okay with just being fuck buddies, but I care about you, deeply, and I want to be with you all the time — not just in this room, naked.”
You laugh, holding him a little tighter. “I do very much enjoy being in this room with you, naked. But I’d also like to be able to hold your hand in the hallways and go on dates and whatever couples are supposed to do.”
“Yeah?” he asks softly.
You scoot up to be at eye level with him. “Yeah.”
“Good,” he says, swallowing — his eyes not leaving yours.
“You getting all shy on me now, Mairi?” you ask, boldened by the blush on his cheeks. “You certainly weren’t last night.”
He reddens further. “I’m just trying to decide if this is real, or if I’m still dreaming,” he says softly.
That’s damned adorable. 
“How about I kiss you to check? That always seems to wake people up in fairy tales.”
“That would be nice.”
“Okay then.”
You lean down, nudging your nose against his for a moment before you lean in, connecting your lips in a lazy kiss.
He sighs softly, bringing a hand up to rest on your back, holding you in place.
You pull back for air after a moment, but keep your foreheads pressed together. “What do you think?” you ask. “Still dreaming?”
“No,” he answers, a little breathless. “Definitely not dreaming.”
“Good.”
Another quiet moment — a comfortable one, this time.
“It’s Saturday,” he says. “We could sleep until noon if we wanted.”
“Start making up for all the times we didn’t actually sleep together.”
He laughs, a warm, low sound like summer thunder from miles away. “Sounds like a plan, then.”
You settle back down against him, fitting yourself under his arm. He pulls you a bit closer, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. 
Talking feels safer now than it did before, when you were both constantly worrying that anything you said would expose the feelings that you weren’t supposed to have. 
You trace your fingers over the smoky pattern winding up his forearm, speaking softly. “I know you must have bad feelings about it, but I’ve always thought it was beautiful.”
“Not all bad,” he says after a moment. “It’s the last piece I have of my mom. She was the one who made the runes that marked us all. They’re supposed to protect us, but I’m not really sure how. I never got to ask.”
“I’m so sorry,” you say quietly, your fingertips stilling.
“I never know how to respond when people say that,” he admits.
“You don’t have to say anything at all,” you tell him, your eyes drifting shut. “We’re good at that.”
He rubs a hand up and down your back gently. “Yeah. We are.”
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cookinguptales · 2 years ago
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So… I’ve been turning all this over in my head since last night, and I wanted to make a post about vampiric transformation as sex, and how it’s being used in wwdits as a metaphor for sexual repression, sexual freedom, virginity, and cuckolding.
Before I even get into the obvious metaphors about virginity and cuckolding, I think we need to talk about the elephant in the room. Guillermo’s sexual repression and how that’s come to find an outlet in his vampiric longing.
Guillermo is highly repressed, sexually speaking, but I don’t think he’s asexual. He’s shown interest in sex several times, but in an uncomfortable “this can’t be for me yet” kind of way. He was clearly raised Catholic and has internalized a lot of that shame re: sex, especially gay sex. He wants intimacy, but he’s also internalized the idea that wanting these things is dangerous and shameful.
But… the vampiric world seems to symbolize all the things that Guillermo wants but cannot have. He wants to be strong, powerful, attractive, and sexually liberated. As much as their openness about sex embarrasses him, there’s a certain longing there, too. He didn’t just want to be handsome as a vampire — he explicitly used the word “sexy.”
A vampiric Guillermo is a version of Guillermo that gets to have sex. Loudly, proudly, and without shame. It’s a version of him that is wanted, that wants, and who gets to have the precise kind of intimacy he's always craved.
Now, how much Guillermo has actually done sexually is still up for a lot of debate in fandom, but I think that’s kind of immaterial. For most of the show, Guillermo clearly wasn’t having the kind of intimacy that he wanted to be having, and he only started to even begin to allow himself to seriously consider all that in s4, when he got a boyfriend and came out to his family.
As being gay and wanting to be a vampire. 
Guillermo is finally starting to own both his homosexuality and his vampiric life, and that means he’s finally starting to explore sex.
Now… At the end of s4, I talked about how Guillermo going to Derek in the finale had the air of a person who’d been fantasizing about losing their virginity in a certain way all their life — but then they finally give up on those dreams and hire a sex worker instead. There’s a resignation there in Guillermo that he couldn’t get it “the old-fashioned way,” he’s disappointed and jaded when it comes to intimate relationships, and now he’s tired of waiting for love and just wants a business transaction.
I wasn’t quite expecting for them to push that metaphor even more in s5! The money aspect was almost forgotten (Did… Derek even take the money? Why is he still cleaning toilets?) but the scene with Derek biting Guillermo was clearly a metaphorical virginity scene.
Guillermo’s nervous eagerness, his growing realization that this wasn’t actually the way he wanted it to happen. Asking Derek if he’d ever done this before and figuring out if he was “ready.” Taking off his clothes (that his grandmother got for him, even, that’s a whole meta post right THERE) and trying to make the vibe “right.” His insistence that though Nandor had never done this for him, they still had a caring and intimate relationship.
But… it was also a metaphor for bad sex. Many people lose their virginity in a way they don’t find satisfying, and Guillermo definitely seems to fall in this category. It was awkward, it was bloody, it hurt, his partner didn’t listen to him, they weren’t on the same wavelength, they didn’t connect, there was no emotional bond, and most importantly, he didn’t feel changed.
Like a lot of people do, Guillermo thought losing his virginity would change him. He’d be cooler, sexier, more powerful. His station in life would change. He’d become an adult his ideal form. But he’s still just Guillermo.
As he told Laszlo, as soon as he did it, he regretted it. He immediately knew that he’d been right, that this wasn’t the way he wanted to do it. He wanted to do it with someone experienced who loved and cared about him, who listened to him, and he wanted that person to be Nandor. But he wasn’t patient, he paid an inexperienced acquaintance for a one-night-stand instead, and he was left feeling deeply unfulfilled.
Most upsettingly, he immediately discovered that, like virginity, you can’t lose it twice. He can’t just have a do-over with Nandor now. He’s given something up that he can’t give to anyone else, and he’s going to have to live with the consequences.
Because like sex for humans, transformation has social implications in the vampire world. It can only be done in very specific situations. Guillermo seems to have grown up in a human world where sex should only be happening within a heterosexual marriage, and now he’s finding that in the vampire world, transformation is only supposed to happen between a master and familiar currently in a contractual bond.
So… him going to Derek and finding “outlet” in another relationship, so to speak, is effectively vampirically cuckolding Nandor. He’s given that honor to another vampire, which Nandor seems to find both vampirically humiliating and personally hurtful. It would in fact hurt him so badly that he would probably not survive it, in Laszlo’s words.
(There’s also definitely an element of an abusive “if I can’t have you, no one can” vibe in Nandor’s threat to kill Guillermo and then himself if Guillermo got what he needed from another vampire, but since when have we ever liked them well-adjusted?)
Guillermo is realizing that, as much as he’s been thinking of this in sexual terms, so have the vampires. He thought he was the only one who thought it was a big deal. He thought he was the only one placing intimacy and partnership and loyalty into this event. But now he’s realizing that as much as it meant to him, it might have even been a bigger thing for Nandor.
For Guillermo, vampirism-as-sex represents the idealized transformational aspects of losing your virginity. He’d built up this big event in his mind that represented his intimate bond with Nandor, he’d built up this idea that the event would change him, would make him better, would make him free. But he’s finding, like many first-timers do, that sometimes it’s not transformational. It’s just awkward and disappointing and the only thing that’s changed is that you ache in the morning.
He still doesn’t have the intimacy he wanted. He still doesn’t have the ability to be loudly himself. He still hasn’t been able to fully own his sexuality and ask for what he wants. He wasn’t ready. He didn’t enjoy it. He regrets it.
He also regrets it because now he knows it will hurt Nandor and the relationship they’ve built. Because for Nandor, vampirism-as-sex represents the societal aspects of sex. The rules people follow. The societal humiliation you feel if you’re cuckolded. The personal agony you feel when you’re cheated on. The sense that your home is broken if your partner goes to find satisfaction with someone else.
Guillermo, who has had to deal with societal disapproval of his desired type of sex in the human world his whole life, was viewing vampiric transformation as a way to be free of all that. The shame and the repression and the societal penalties for being himself.
But he’s just found himself in a mess of new rules, hasn’t he? Different culture, same struggle. And while the vampiric world has always symbolized a sexual liberation that both repulses and attracts Guillermo, he clearly doesn’t have as much freedom here as he thought.
So… to sum up, Guillermo always kind of thought of transformation as losing his virginity. He associated vampirism with sex, and he thought this would be his entrance into the sexual world. He wanted to have an intimate experience with Nandor, but eventually gave up on that and decided to pay for it — and then immediately regretted it, both because he found it personally dissatisfying and because it came as a betrayal to the man he loves.
The problem is that he thought he was the only person thinking of it as sex — he didn’t realize that Nandor does, too, just in a very different way.
Nandor was also thinking of vampiric transformation as this special act, and one that belongs only to him as Guillermo’s master/partner. He was thinking of it in intimate terms, but also in societal partnership terms. He’s thinking of his household, while Guillermo was thinking of things on more individualistic terms.
If only they’d both talked about all this shit even once. :’)
But that’s not how we do things here in Staten Island!!! We just long for things ineffectively, keep secrets, and fuck everything up!
(There’s also a whole thing here about how Nandor wasn’t keeping his side of the relationship bargain and that’s why Guillermo looked elsewhere in a moment of weakness, but I guess that’s probably a separate post. This is long enough already.)
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greengoblinswifey · 5 months ago
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could you do a story where frontman is readers sugar daddy, please and thank you I ❤️ your writing.
Luxury & Lies— Hwang In-ho x Fem!Reader
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summary— Being In-ho’s sugar baby came with luxuries beyond your wildest dreams. You never questioned where his wealth came from, only cared about what you could get out of him. But when you stumbled upon the truth, the Squid Game and the power he held as the Front Man, you knew exactly how to use it to your advantage. And In-ho? He’d do anything to keep you.
warnings— Sugar daddy!in-ho, manipulation, cunnilingus, body worship, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, fluff.
a/n— Thank you and enjoy <3
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Youth and beauty on the outside was not eternal, that being said, you were always one to use it to your advantage.
It was by using those assets that caused you to stumble upon Hwang In-ho. He was an older yet very attractive man and obviously very wealthy. You knew how to play the game right and the night you had met In-ho, you were seated in the lounge area of an upscale restaurant that was famous for transactions like this.
He slipped into the seat next to you, decked in an expensive suit and as soon as you flipped your hair and tilted your head, he was sold.
You didn’t have to say much, especially when it came to older men, you let him do the talking, you were just there to look pretty and get what you want. And you got way more than you bargained for being Hwang In-ho’s sugar baby.
In-ho always gave you what you wanted. That was the foundation of your arrangement. You asked, and he delivered—no questions, no hesitations. It started with luxury handbags and designer clothes and shoes, then first class trips and five star hotels, and before you knew it, you had an entire apartment paid for in your name and a collection of jewelry that could make royalty jealous.
Being with In-ho meant being spoiled, but it also meant playing your role. You were his eye candy at every event, the one in his arm in dresses he picked out for you, flashing a smile that made investors and business partners envious. You liked the life you lived, liked the way people looked at you when you walked into a room together.
You never questioned how he could afford it all. What did it matter? You weren’t with him for his morality, you were with him for what he could give you.
But then you found out.
It had been an accident, really. You were in his office at the penthouse, bored and nosy, and you stumbled across a locked drawer in his desk. He always kept things private, but this was different, the secrecy intrigued you. So you looked until you found the key, expecting maybe some business documents or an old affair he never wanted you to know about.
You didn’t expect tapes.
Or the footage of people being slaughtered.
You sat frozen, watching clips from the so called Squid Game, men and women gunned down like animals, the screams piercing even through the speakers of his monitor. And there, in the midst of it all, was him—your sugar daddy, the man who paid for your lifestyle, standing over it all in that black mask.
The Front Man.
The truth settled like ice in your veins, but strangely, you weren’t horrified. You were curious.
For the first time since meeting In-ho, you had leverage.
So, you confronted him.
You remembered the way he looked at you when you brought it up. The sharp inhale. The slight flinch. He had tried to keep you in the dark for a reason, because, deep down, he feared this exact moment.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” he said, voice carefully neutral.
“Yeah?” You folded your arms. “Well, I did.”
A pause. A long, heavy silence. And then, a confession. He admitted everything. How long he had been in charge. What the games really were. The money, the power, the control.
“I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore,” he said eventually, looking down. “I won’t stop you.”
That was the moment you could have walked away. Should have, maybe. But you had no intention of leaving.
Instead, you put on a show, acted like you needed time, like you were shaken and unsure. Let him panic, let him compensate.
And, oh, did he compensate.
A brand new penthouse apartment, yours, fully paid for. A car, your dream model, delivered to your doorstep. Cash in your account, a credit card linked to his bank account. Jewelry, vacations, an all expenses paid trip with your homegirls on his private jet, all while he stayed behind, giving you space.
He only texted you once.
“Let me know when you're ready to talk.”
When you had everything you wanted, you decided it was time.
The night you returned, he was already waiting in your penthouse, standing by the windows with a glass of whiskey.
“You look beautiful,” he said, scanning your outfit like he hadn’t seen you in weeks, which he hadn’t. “Did you have a good trip?”
“It was perfect,” you said, slipping off your coat and letting it drop onto the couch. “Thanks to you.”
He exhaled softly, nodding. “And are you ready to talk?”
“I am,” you said as you walked toward him slowly, heels clicking against the floor.
He tensed. You could see it in the way his fingers curled slightly against the glass, like he was bracing himself for the worst.
“You kept a huge secret from me, In-ho,” you murmured, stopping just inches away. “That’s not something I can just forgive overnight.”
“I know,” he said quietly. “And I’m sorry. For all of it.”
“I bet you are.” You reached for his tie, giving it a gentle tug. “But sorry isn’t enough. You have to earn my trust again.”
His breathing hitched. “Anything,” he murmured, voice low. “Just tell me what I need to do.”
You smiled, slow and sultry. “Good,” you said, stepping backward toward the bedroom. “Then follow me.” And just like that, he did.
You led him across the penthouse, never looking back, because you didn’t need to, you could feel his presence behind you, could feel the heat of his stare. By the time you reached the bedroom, you stopped at the edge of the bed, tilting your head just slightly over your shoulder.
He was watching you with hungry, dark eyes, scanning every inch of you. And then, you let yourself fall back against the silk sheets, stretching out, parting your legs to make your point.
His breath came uneven. “You—”
“You said you’d do anything,” you murmured, hooking a leg around his waist and pulling him closer. “Show me.”
Something inside him snapped.
He was on you in seconds, his hands gripping you, lips crashing against yours with a desperation you had never felt from him before. He wasn’t just indulging you—he was proving himself.
For the rest of the night, he did exactly that.
Because at the end of the day, you always got what you wanted.
The second In-ho had you beneath him, it was like something inside him broke loose. His hands were at your clothes in an instant, fabric tearing under his grip as he stripped you naked. The sound of ripping seams filled the air, followed by a sharp gasp from you as cool air met your skin.
“In-ho—”
“Shh, baby,” he murmured, dark eyes flickering over you like he was soaking up every inch to memory.
His lips were on you before you could respond, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, over your breasts. His lips were everywhere, like he was trying to worship and make it up to you.
Then he was lower, his mouth pressing against your stomach, his hands holding you steady as you squirmed.
“Fuck,” you whimpered, breath catching.
“Look at you,” he groaned. “So perfect. Always so goddamn perfect for me.”
And then, he had you unraveling.
The first stroke of his tongue against your pussy had your back arching, fingers twisting into the sheets as pleasure shot through you like lightning. He moaned against you, gripping your thighs to hold you still, but you couldn’t—not when he was devouring you like this, like he had been starved for you.
“You taste so good,” he murmured against your pussy, pressing a kiss between every stroke of his tongue. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
You barely heard him past the pleasure that built and built with every expert movement of his mouth. He was relentless, slow at first, savoring you, but when he felt you tense, when he heard the way you gasped his name, he tightened his grip and ravished you with ferocity that had your legs shaking.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Cum for me, baby. Let me hear you.”
And when you finally came, when you cried out so loud you swore the whole city could hear, he only held you through it, kissing your thighs, whispering praises against your heated skin.
“You’re a dream,” he breathed, pressing a lingering kiss just below your navel. “So beautiful. So good for me.”
In-ho didn’t stop. Even after you were left trembling beneath him, after your breath was still shaky and your body tingled from the aftershocks, he kept kissing you, soft presses of his lips against your skin.
“You're everything,” he murmured between kisses, trailing from your chest to your lips. “More than I deserve.”
The way you shivered when his fingers brushed your breasts, the way your breath hitched when he pressed a kiss just below your chest. He worshiped you, whispering apologies against your skin.
“Forgive me,” he said, forehead resting against yours. “For everything. For keeping things from you, for being selfish enough to want you despite it all.”
You cupped his face, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones. “You're not losing me,” you promised softly, and the way his eyes darkened told you he believed you—but he needed to prove himself anyway.
His mouth found yours in a desperate kiss, hands gripping your hips as he pressed himself against you. You felt him—all of him, hard and heavy against your thigh.
Another thing about In-ho? He was the full package. The biggest you’d had, the biggest you probably ever would have, and he knew exactly how to use it.
He smirked at the way you swallowed hard, his hands skimming down your sides, teasing, making you wait.
“You always act like such a brat,” he murmured, pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck. “Like you don’t need me.” His hand wrapped around your thigh, pulling you flush against him. “But then I get you like this, and you melt for me.”
“In-ho,” you gasped, gripping his shoulders.
“Shh, baby,” he murmured, dragging it out, making you feel every inch of his cock as he slowly pressed against your folds. “Let me take care of you.”
And when he finally gave in, when he finally stopped teasing and claimed you, it was deep, slow, possessive. He worshiped you, murmuring praises against your lips, against your skin. He filled you inch by inch, your pussy quivering around him.
“You're perfect,” he groaned. “Such a good girl for me.”
Your nails dug into his back, legs tightening around him as he pulled you closer, right on his dick. Every slow, deep stroke unraveled you, and he felt everything, the way you clung to him, the way you gasped his name like a prayer.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed, pressing his forehead to yours. “Give it to me. Cum.”
And when you finally did, when you cried out and your body tensed beneath him, he held you through it, his own breath ragged, his grip tightening like he never wanted to let you go.
He didn’t pull away right away—just kissed you through it, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your lips. Soon, you felt the rush of his cum filling you up and his soft moans in your ear.
“Mine,” he murmured against your skin. “You’re mine.”
In-ho never just left you after. That wasn’t who he was.
No matter how intense things got, no matter how desperate or needy, he always made sure to take care of you after.
Tonight was no different.
He pressed a kiss to your temple before slipping away, only to return moments later with a warm cloth. He handled you carefully, murmuring soft praises as he cleaned you up, whispering apologies when you flinched from sensitivity. His touch was steady, so unlike the man who ran the most brutal game in existence. With you, he was different.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, running a hand down your thigh as he finished.
You nodded sleepily, reaching for him. “Mhm.”
That was all he needed to hear. He tossed the cloth aside and pulled you into his arms, shifting until you were resting on his chest, his fingers tracing circles into your skin.
“I’ll prove myself to you every day,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll always be here for you.”
You hummed in response, half asleep against him, but he knew you heard him.
That was something about In-ho, you knew this arrangement was transactional, but there was something deeply intimate in the way he held you after, in the way he needed to keep you close, like he was afraid you’d slip away in the night.
Even now, his grip on you was firm.
“You’re so good to me,” you mumbled, fingertips skimming his jaw.
“You deserve it,” he murmured, eyes half lidded as he looked down at you. “And more.”
He held you like that for the rest of the night, whispering sweet nothings, pressing lazy kisses to your hair. You didn’t need to say it out loud, but you both knew, no matter how complicated things were, he wasn’t letting you go.
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theloopus · 9 months ago
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concept: faith x drusilla. drusilla could make her worse. she would encourage all of faith’s most destructive impulses
oh my god your MIND. the thing about faithsilla is that both of them would think the other one is their little pet slash attack dock slash sexy little accessory. Faith would think she was in control in that relationship and she really really wouldn't but i also like to think Drusilla would get a little attached to Faith against her will too. and she WOULD make her worse! if the Mayor was the loving father figure Faith never had pushing her towards evil through genuine care and validation, Drusilla would be all of Faith's sexual hangups (sex as transaction, sex as a weapon, the intertwining of sex and violence, etc—but also the Men of it all) packaged within the intoxicating experience of being the center of attention for this much older and powerful woman (!!!). tell me she wouldn't get drunk on it...
+ this isn't even getting into drusilla subtextually representing buffy's sexuality (her lust for angel—which faith wishes was for her instead)? both drusilla and faith having a motif of invading/sharing dreams with buffy and often even being stand-ins or mirrors for buffy? how they'd be like a dark twisted version of bangel (but actually hot this time)??? i'm going to be thinking about this for the rest of my life
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Just got back from reading the Companion script! Such a fun read, I love the way Drew Hancock writes.
Here are some fun differences/details I noticed in the script:
•Iris and Josh’s meet cute involves a coffee bean dispenser instead of the oranges. Iris uses the dispenser but can’t get it to shut off, it keeps spilling coffee beans everywhere. Josh comes up and tries to mansplain it and help her but he ends up breaking off the knob to turn it off. They end up falling to the floor together and cheesily looking into each other’s eyes while coffee beans are falling everywhere. And we get flashes of a cliche romance between them (script describes walks on the beach, dancing on the rooftop, making love under satin white sheets).
•At the end of the grocery store meet cute scene, Iris’s line “The first was the day I met Josh. And the second…the day I killed him” is notably different in the script. It’s “The day he killed me” instead. Interesting! I guess they originally weren’t planning on spoiling Josh’s death at the beginning. And Josh did technically “kill” Iris when he made her shoot herself, so I’m guessing that’s what the line is referring to. I’m glad they changed it in the final product though, it’s pretty obvious Josh is not going to make it out of this movie alive and I like the clever nod to that at the beginning.
•Sergey’s house is described as “Frank Lloyd Wright on coke” which, as someone who lives close to one of Frank Lloyd Wright’s absolutely insane houses, I thought was funny.
•They all smoke a lot of weed.
•Josh and Iris are a lot more horny in the script. During the dancing scene Iris straight up starts groping him and grinding on him and their “eyes are filled with lust.” And in the scene right afterwards they are described as “fucking like rabbits” across “the entire room” including the bureau, the floor, and the walls. They also “break a lamp or two.” I’m actually glad this was changed, I think it makes more sense for the characters and for the movie’s themes for Iris and Josh’s sex life to be lacking this kind of passion. It’s more transactional and lackluster in the final product, he’s using her. Also nothing beats the shock and trauma of cutting straight to Josh’s orgasm face.
•In the scene where Empathix first brings Iris to Josh’s apartment to set her up, Josh says that his ex-girlfriend was named Iris, and he named his companion bot after her. Which is all kinds of fucked up and just goes to show how insecure Josh is.
•Josh is somehow even more of an asshole in the script. When he reveals to Iris that she’s a robot, he says that he bought her “used” and expresses jealousy and disgust at the thought of the “things [she’s] done with other men.”
•While Josh and Kat are walking through the woods looking for Iris, Kat asks Josh if Companions are unable to fake orgasms because they can’t lie. Josh basically confirms that and looks silent and sheepish. Kat can see what’s going on and makes fun of him for never being able to make his robot girlfriend come. RIP Kat you are missed.
•Patrick is kind of the one to accidentally kill Eli. Patrick and Iris and wrestling with the gun and it goes off, shooting Eli, who was standing off to the side. So sad. Patrick tries to kill Iris in revenge but he can’t because of his programming preventing him from causing harm.
•There’s a Patrick and Eli sex scene where Eli accidentally says “I can’t believe I’m fucking a robot” or something like that and that’s how Patrick found out he’s a robot.
•When Josh establishes a love link with Patrick, they have the same meet cute in the grocery store as Iris and Josh. And there are also flashes of “walking on the beach, dancing on rooftops, making love under satin white sheets” with Josh and Patrick, which I think would have been funny.
•At the end of the movie, after Iris kills Josh, Teddy the Empathix guy sticks around and asks her if she wants to sever her love link with Josh. She says no because she wants to remember what being in love felt like. Ouch.
•Before she leaves the house with the money, Iris goes to put on her own clothes, but realizes they are “feminine, flowery, dainty” clothes that Josh picked out for her. Instead, she goes for Kat’s clothes (a leather jacket, jeans, vintage tee, sunglasses) which are much more “her style.” I love this.
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theloganator101 · 7 months ago
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Stolas is a Bad Character
Yeah yeah I know, I'm not bringing anything new to the table. But I just wanna lay out my thoughts about this guy now that Sinmas was released.
Now at the beginning, he had some potential considering how he was tied to the main character Blitz. Whether he ended up as a villain or not there are ways to go about his character... but in the hands of Vivzie she completely took it in the absolute WRONG direction!
She started making the show more about him and his family/love drama, how he was struggling to get Blitz to love him without ever acknowledging his flaws and how his actions comes across as the opposite of what he's trying to do. So it wouldn't be surprising if Blitz only saw him as only wanting sex and nothing more than that.
Stolas never acknowledges or realizes how he kind of looks down on the lower class, he never realizes his "nicknames" to Blitz could be demeaning and send the wrong message if he wanted the relationship between them to be more genuine and not transactional, and he never has a moment of realization of how horrible he's really been to the people around him.
And while in Sinmas he kind of acknowledges how badly he fucked up in leaving his own daughter behind to save Blitz without another word, but that's after he whines and complains about how he lost his status and how he's poor. And that's not including the little montage that shows how unapologetically privileged he really is.
He never goes through genuine growth or realizations about ANY of the bad things he did and is instead coddled by the narrative and given everything he wants.
Sure he lost Octavia, but honestly good for her for cutting Stolas out of her life since he has proven time and time again that she is second fiddle to him when it comes to Blitz. And considering how he pretty much kept her in the dark about the whole situation, it's not surprising that she would accuse him of only staying in an unhappy marriage because of her being an obligation to him.
And if you want a good character that's in a position of power, gets put on the lower class level, AND gets genuine development?
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Kuzco from the Emperor's New Groove is literally everything Stolas should've been in terms of how they wanted his arc to play out.
And what makes Kuzco a good character is because he's NOT a whiny bitch all because he had his feefees hurt, he's funny, self absorbed, he has flaws that gets called out by BOTH the narrative and Pacha! And that causes him to realize the error of his ways and improve as a person.
TAKE NOTES VIVZIEPOP! THIS IS HOW YOU WRITE A FLAWED CHARACTER!
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whiplaesh · 6 months ago
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- 0:00 | how considerate
[ sakura x fem!reader x sana ]
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warnings - mentions of infidelity & sex
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being faced with the sana miyawaki wasn't anything of what you had expected of the transaction.
"you're perfect." is the first thing she had said at the sight of you, her designer shades resting just above her hairline, neatly holding her hair out of her face.
a string of compliments spilled out of her mouth, you hadn't yet known of her intentions until she asked you to sit down across from her.
her happy and giddy expression stayed plastered on her face even when speaking of her reasoning for hiring you.
her bluntness nearly made you uneasy.
"as any rational person in a marriage with someone as...powerful as sakura," she begins, "i have a fear that she's cheating on me."
you don't react to the statement, she wouldn’t be the first one hiring you out of need of companionship.
instead you continue looking at her awaiting the next words to spill out of her red stained lips.
"so how do i fix it? it's simple: i can't." a bitter chuckle escapes but the woman catches herself. "but if she is cheating; i obviously and unsurprisingly want to know about it."
not quite understanding what she's saying you question her, "pardon me but i'm failing to grasp the proposal?"
sana laughs as if your sentence was genuinely amusing.
"of course, you aren't a p.i or anything, god knows i've hired oh so many," she stands up, walking towards a mantle near her office desk to pour herself liquid courage. "she's a sneaky one...that miyawaki."
without asking she pours you a glass of whatever she's drinking, handing it to you as she sits back in her seat. "i want you to seduce her."
not knowing quite what it was, you don't take a sip of your drink. "so you want me to be leverage on how you find out she’s cheating?"
for a less than messy divorce? you wondered.
it was almost laughable, the idea of sana introducing you to sakura as someone else while having the lingering knowledge of how you’re supposed to attempt to bed her woman.
this wasn’t usually what you did, it was clear.
you've been in the business for a while, yet this situation was definitely one for the books.
"i know this is immature of me, but i do know the woman i married." the elder speaks with sincerity, "call it a gut feeling."
with no response sana takes it as a sign to continue her job offer. “im not expecting you to sleep with her, i have a pretty bad jealousy streak..”
well a less than physical claim of infidelity surely won’t hold up well in a divorce settlement.
so what’s the end game here?
“i also know that sex isn’t in your particular job description of course.” she swiftly adds with a knowing glance in your direction.
getting into this business wasn’t an easy task for you, of course you’ve had sex with clients before. it was the top purpose of your job even being a consideration for customers.
hell if toronto hadn’t happened you wouldn’t have ever stopped accepting those specific jobs.
it sure did slow down your clientele, even if you had loyal customers that liked you enough personality wise.
that in itself was a strange thing. sure you were good at your job sexually but you’ve been told more than once on different occasions that you quote on quote ‘lacked emotional awareness.’
you still have yet to know whatever that meant.
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after finishing her full glass, sana sits it down on the center table before reaching for her purse to pull out a checkbook.
"for your consideration..." she says with a slide of the slip of paper against the surface.
with one look at the number you almost let a curse slip. not believing how much money people took for granted over trivial things such as this.
but who were you to deny easy money.
and this would do more than make up the slack for what you’ve haven’t been making for the past two years.
“you have yourself a deal mrs. miyawaki.”
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