#it’s very painful seeing mentions of This Thing in positivity posts and it makes me realise how useless they are

[todayisafridaynight]

would it be okay if u told me why u like aoki😭/gen😭😭😭😭BEEN TRYNA LIKE HIM FOR SO LONG I JUST CANTT but i love ur art so much so i still consume it otherwise lol

i liked tohru adachi in high school and tbh i think that alone is enough of an explanation for why i ended up liking aoki

[kooberryfields4ever]

hehe😏😏 what did i say😏😏 finally posting this after more than half a year of abandoning the idea!!!!!!!! as a long time jungkooker i have observed his mannerisms for a while and i think my delusions will guide me down the right path <333 please let me know ur thoughts and as always my asks/requests are very much open to both hard and soft thoughts!!!!!! 🥺

content warnings : nsfw below the cut, handjobs, jerking off, mentions of oral, mentions of cumming inside, unprotected sex, protected sex, boobs, yadda yadda its the nsfw alphabet what do u expect😒

MDNI !

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

the sweetest <3333

cannot imagine jungkook being anything but attentive and romantic when he tends to u after sex

also cant see him as too dominant or rough during sex so aftercare is probably just kisses cuddles and pillow talk

maybe some boob groping because he cannot help himself

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

do i even need to say it

boobs, boobies, tits, honkers, knockers, breasts etc

LOVES UR TITS. like i do not care what anybody says jungkook is a titty lover, a boobie connoisseur

likes to just hold them because he is gentle and lovely and ur boobs are his home

wants them in his mouth almost all of the time

favourite part of him is probs his arms

very proud of his muscles and very very attracted to the way u seem addicted to them

loves when u dig ur nails into them when he fucks u

also loves when u get overwhelmed with cuteness aggression and feel the need to bite him and gnaw on his arm like a teething toy

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

clean boy

i dont think hes all too feral about doing it inside but if ur fucking raw then inside is the cleanest option for him

first man on earth to… prefer a condom?

of course fucking u raw is his absolute pleasure but he likes the quick and easy cleanup a condom provides

on the off chance jungkook likes to get messy :) if hes in that mood expect cum on ur face, tits or on ur pussy

not an absolutely rare occurrence just not entirely common

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

did u guys expect me to say anything but panty lover

likes them all but especially cute cotton ones that are well loved <3

ones with a little bow and a subtle lace trim

maybe the pattern is somewhat childish but that makes them all the more endearing to him

if he sees u wearing them TRUST he will be in a messy mood. he cant help himself

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

pains me to admit but jungkook gets bitches😥😥

maybe not drowning in pussy, we’ve all seen the singular neck pillow on his bed

just cannot imagine a world where jungkook looks the way he looks and doesnt fuck?????? that is a world i quite frankly dont want to live in if so.

been in the industry long enough to know how to get around dispatch rumours, also hybe/bh paying off major drama media companies lolol

i think hes had enough sex to know what he likes but jungkook is a romantic at heart and i truly believe if he found The One we would know about it

so i think theres some things unexplored bc theyre things he wants to experience with the love of his life<333

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary

DONT YAWN.

just likes seeing ur face and also likes to display his strength and hold ur hips up so he can fuck u deeper

also likes that he can see when u grip onto his arms and if he really wants to he can duck his head down and bury his face in ur tits

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

yeah jk gets goofy asf

cannot imagine serious sex with him really i think hes immune to being serious ever

even if it gets a little more serious at some point there will always be a joke or a giggle inserted somewhere between

he cannot help himself sorry.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

jungkook my lovely clean boy <33

not completely razor shaven but trims regularly and keeps it neat

not a fan of stray pubes and whatnot. thinks its unhygienic

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

despite his goofy silly boy nature i think jungkook is incredibly intimate

likes to be slow and likes drawn out foreplay

this is jungkook we’re talking about……. lover of romance and soulmates and close bonds

needs to be practically combined with u when u fuck, never feels like he gets deep enough

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

dont think hes a big fan of jerking it honestly

at least not alone

loves a bit of mutual masturbation i reckon so if he does need to wank best believe he’s either calling u or texting u

its always better when hes right there with u tho, with u straddling his lap while he strokes himself and watches u get off on his thigh

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

hehe praise

for u or for him. doesnt matter

will get into this in a sec but jk dabbles in submission so expect whimpers and moans when u tell him what a good boy he is and goad him on when hes following instructions well

loves whispering how pretty u are and reminding u how much he loves u and loves ur body and thinks ur the most gorgeous person in the world

atp its just him. like i dont think he could stop himself i think he gets off on praising u

lazy sub when he does sub for u :)

less about being in the mood to sub and more about not being in the mood to do anything else

wants u to do the work and likes if u get a little mean about it

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the couch lol

jungkook is one of those people thats just very passionate and when hes horny it needs to happen there and then

so i just cant picture u making it to his bed fast enough for his liking

his couch is big enough anyway

but make no mistake…….. morning sex

therefore beds!!!!!!!! loves fucking u in the morning because it feels so domestic and intimate and lovely and therefore loves fucking u in his bed

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

not much

libra venus lol

but its usually just from his need to be close to u and whats closer than being literally inside of u

just a lovely boy …. :( would probs get so hard just seeing u look pretty on the couch next to him while u watch tv

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

degradation probably

not a fan of being mean to u outside of a little teasing

none of that “slut”, “bitch”, “whore” business

id also say hitting but i think jungkook could get into a bit of that if the circumstances are right

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i think he prefers receiving but isnt against eating u out

doesnt even like getting head much himself

prefers a handjob the same way he would prefer to finger u

dont think hes bad at it tho. knows the basics and primarily uses it as foreplay so orgasm is not always necessary

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

both?

depends on his mood and the circumstances in which he is fucking u

mostly slow and sensual though, maybe a mix between if he’s close

hehehe…….. probs doesnt even pull out too far when he fucks u, just wants to stay buried in u so he prefers rolling his hips slowly and grinding into u

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not opposed to them but not his favourite

prefers when foreplay lasts forever to the point that ur both basically about to cum

but quickies are sometimes unavoidable :/

will make up for it later :)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i dont think so …… i dont think hes a scaredy cat but hes very cautious of things that may hurt u or that may cause harm

like probably not a very public lover aside from basic pda (he has to show u off????)

would cover ur mouth to keep u quiet when he lived in the dorms

i think hed be too embarrassed if he got caught fucking, hes cute not arrogant

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i think jungkook can go for a while and i think he can hold out for longer than most

enjoys taking his time with u and that of course would not work if he was desperate to cum five minutes in

i also think … he … .. perh aps…,.., enjoys being overstimulated…,,??

so cumming more than once :) is fun :)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ermmm probably not?

likes the real thing and doesnt like the noises

would maybe invest in a hitachi for u but cant think of anything he would use on himself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

not very unfair, likes to give in to u cos it shows u want him that bad and thats what gets him going

however

if jungkooks feeling submissive then yes please tease him

be mean and make him beg

and even still dont give in :)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

moaner

like come on ? its jungkook we’re talking about

if he didnt moan id be seriously worried .

not necessarily loud, but u can definitely hear him from outside the door

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

can imagine him getting home after a long day and hes been thinking about u but cannot be bothered to move from the couch

and u look so pretty beside him so (because hes a baby) he reaches out to touch ur thigh and whines a little

maybe even pouts because hes such a massive tease

and who are u to deny him ? when he looks so pretty and u know he just wants u to look after him

and so u climb into his lap and straddle him…… and his hands roam over your hips and ass absentmindedly

and when ur kissing ur hand trails lower and lower until ur palming him over the fabric of his sweats and building him up until hes rock hard

whispering that he has to be a good boy for u or else he wont get rewarded, and obviously he nods because he loves being ur good boy

but his hands wander a bit too much for ur liking and so u bite his lower lip and spank his hip gently before sneaking ur hand past the waistband of his sweats and underwear to grip his length

and of course hes dripping, how wouldnt he be ??

so u indulge him and spread his precum down his cock before stroking him slowly, nudging his clothes down to get a better look

and hes so fucked out that his head tips backwards, his wandering hands gripping your hips firmly

and despite the mess, hes delicate when he cums, spilling over his shirt and moaning softly, thanking u with sweet murmurs and a gentle hand rubbing ur thigh

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

self-identified horse cock

just kidding but i think hes a little bigger than average

probs more on the girth side than anything else

i dont think its anything extreme, i think its enough for u to notice but nothing that will carve out ur insides

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i think sex is an expression of his love language a little so i think he has a higher sex drive

but not in a horny ggrrrr ooga booga woof woof way but in a please can i just be inside u forever and make a home within ur walls way

will probs want sex more often than ur average guy but its never pressure its more just like a natural progression of cuddling and being around him

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

probably not gonna fall asleep for a while after

if hes subbing then maybe sooner than any other times u have sex

but mostly when its over he will stay up to shower and eat and maybe play some games before he falls asleep

[pygmi-cygni]

STOP DOING THIS IN INJURY FICS!!

Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you're really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it's only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they're bleeding. stop with the 'i didn't even feel it' yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it's really gushin', other times it's a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it's slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain't that articulate. even if they're mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that's ur trope - or a secret, it's gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they're gonna feel fine. until....bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 106F (40.5C). no 'oh no his fever is 107F!! ahhh!" no his fever is 0F because he's fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it's a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

also - this post was not an invitation to share a bunch of enormously traumatic stories. stop messaging me things like 'related to ur last post' and then it's a really upsetting recount of an assault you experienced. this is a writing blog, not a medical newsletter. I'm muting the notifs because I don't like seeing it pop up in my feed - if you have a genuine writing question, please dm me, i'd love to hear it. thank you.

[7ndipity]

Jungkook Nsfw Headcanons

Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. Mentions of oral(f. and m. receiving), degradation

A/N: Happy Thursday, Lovelies, have some Jk thoughts! We’ve only got Jinnie left to post next👀

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While he has a very strong dom leaning energy, He’s definitely a switch. He really doesn't care who, if anyone, is in charge of the scenario, so long as it feels good and you're both comfortable and having a good time, he's happy.

He has a pretty high sex drive, as well as a lot of stamina, often going multiple rounds and pushing himself into overstimulation(definitely has a mild pain kink and likes feeling sore and tired after a session).

Loves trying out new things; positions, toys, scenes, etc. He’s very naturally curious and loves finding new ways to make you both feel good and find your release.

Super vocal, letting out lots of airy moans, pants and whines. Gets super whiny tho when you ride him or suck him off.

Obsessed with your ass, like he’s always touching it, kneading it, slapping it. Loves fucking you from behind so he can smack it and watch it ripple with every thrust of his hips.

Definitely has a thing for dirty talk and tends to run his mouth when he’s really into it, blending degradation and praise. “You feel that? Feel how fucking hard you make me? Fucking pussy’s gonna make me cum. I can feel you clenching, dirty girl, you want that? Want me to fill you up like a needy bitch in heat?“

Loves when you take control and restrain him as you ride him. He knows he could easily overpower you, but surrendering himself to you and taking whatever you give him is just so freeing.

Eats pussy as much for his own pleasure as yours, he loves being able to make you shake and fall apart with just his mouth. Sometimes he goes in trying to make you cum as hard and fast as possible, other times he just sets up camp between your legs, taking his sweet time eating you out and seeing how many times he can edge you before you break.

Which brings us to the next point, he is a MASSIVE tease. He loves pulling out/away right before you cum, making you whine and cry for him over and over again til you're actually in tears.

He’s always super soft after sex tho, he needs lots of cuddles and to talk through anything new or different that happened to make sure you’re both okay.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn

[reevesdriver]

The 141 Clinic: Crack It (NSFW)

Summary: Your lower back is killing you so when you mention it to your mum and she recommends a gruff and handsome chiropractor that can work wonders with his hands who are you to refuse?

Word count: 2625

Reader: Female reader

Character(s): Captain John Price / AU Chiropractor Price

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Smut / Pervert behaviour / Masturbation / Fingering / Oral sex (Fem Receiving) /

Support Me: Kofi

(AN: I woke up in the middle of the night and my back was killing me and this idea came to my head so enjoy. Also I've always wanted to go to a Chiropractor and get cracked like a glow stick, is that normal or am I just getting old??) (Also I'm not a chiropractor but I've seen some videos here and there so for the sake of the fic let's pretend I know what I'm talking about.)

Your back was well and truly, fucked. After throwing it out doing something you can't remember you'd popped some painkillers and hoped for the best. Unfortunately for you no matter how much resting, stretching and painkiller taking you did nothing seemed to be working. A few days post back throw-out you were sat in your mums kitchen slowly massaging your lower back with a grimace on your face.

"Oh dear, has the pain not subsided yet?" She stopped in the middle of her conversation to ask when she saw the pained look on your face.

"Normally it goes after a day or two but it's been almost a week now and it's still the same."

"Hmm." She thought. "My friend Val said there is masseuse clinic that opened up not too long ago next to that new gym. I'll get the number from her hold on."

Before you could protest she left the room to grab her phone, it couldn't hurt to go and see a professional could it? If you went to the doctors they would tell you to rest and take painkillers and so far that had done nothing for you so why not give it a go? She returned to the room, phone in hand, and opened on a text message thread. "Val said to ask for John Price, he's the Chiropractor who helped her hubby with his back pain a few months ago. She said he's very handsome too."

You nod adding the number to your phone and choosing not to acknowledge the last thing your mother said, her friend Val had terrible taste in men so you were positively sure that the Chiropractor would be nothing special. Pressing the number you just saved you raised your phone to your ear as it started to ring. After a few rings you heard the phone being picked up and the deep and gruff voice on the other side of the line immediately made you lose your train of thought. "Hi this is the 141 clinic how can I help you."

"Oh, uh, hi, sorry. I'm looking to book an appointment with John Price please."

"That's me love, can I take some of your details and reasoning as to why you're looking for an appointment." God his voice was like velvet, goosebumps rose on your arms and you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand.

"H-Hi Mr Price." You stutter and quickly give out your name and details. "The appointment is for my back, I threw it out about a week ago and no amount of rest or painkillers is getting rid of the pain."

"Ok I see, I can fit you in tomorrow at 5pm if that's any good? If I get a cancelation I could get you in earlier but if not then it'll have to be that time please."

"Yeah, that's fine. Is there anything I need to do before the appointment?"

"Nothing at all love, just turn up and make sure you're wearing something comfortable. I'm going to put you in all sorts of positions so best not to have anything movement-restricting on." John spoke and then grinned when he heard the sharp intake of breath from the receiver.

“Ok I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow love, bye.” He hung up and added your appointment to his diary for his own record. Your mum smiled at you as you put your phone down on the counter. “Well did you get an appointment.” She asks with a knowing smirk.

"Yeah, that was Mr Price on the phone, he's booked me in for tomorrow."

"Oh is that why you blushed?" She laughs.

"I'm not blushing, I just didn't expect his voice to be so deep."

"Mhmm." She smirks and you shake your head in response.

You spend the next day working from home perched on your office chair at your desk as you replied to emails and sorted through documents to try and occupy your mind. Anxiety crept in as you checked the time on your laptop and saw that it was nearing 4pm. Deciding you were done working for the day you clocked off and took a quick shower before riffling through your closet for some cycling shorts and a baggy top. They were comfortable and non-restricting, just what Mr Price had said to wear.

Once dressed you grabbed your bag and shoved your purse and a bottle of water into it before pulling up your phone and typing in the name of the business so you could get directions once you got into your car. The drive didn't take long and soon you were pulling into the almost empty car park which was dimly lit. Parking up you took your keys from the ignition and made your way towards the building after grabbing your bag and locking the car.

Entering the building you were hit with a sweet smell of flowers and fruits from the wax melt that was burning near the reception desk. An older lady with glasses perched on the edge of her nose looks up to you as you enter. "Hi Miss, can I help you?" She asks with a smile.

"Hi yes, I have an appointment with Mr Price. I'm a little early." You shift nervously.

"Of course you must be the last appointment of the day, follow me please." She says standing from her chair and rounding the desk. You anxiously follow her down a hallway and stop a little behind her as she knocks on a door before entering.

"Mr Price, this young lady has an appointment with you." She says as she holds the door open urging you to step into the doorway and you fight the urge to drop your jaw at the man sat behind a desk.

"Hi." He greets you with your name and stands extending a hand out to you. You step forwards and shake it making note of the size difference between your dainty hand and his large muscular one that had specks of hair on the knuckles. "You're free to go Dorris, lock the door on your way out please."

"Thank you Mr Price, I'll see you tomorrow." She replies and with that the door to the room shuts and you're left alone with the very handsome chiropractor.

"You seem nervous love, I've not scared you have I?"

"N-No not at all, I've just never had anything like this done before so I'm a little anxious that's all."

"Well I promise you're in safe hands, but if you feel uncomfortable at any point just let me know and we can stop ok?" He says and you nod in response. "Good, now you said it was your back that was hurting you so I'll make a start with that, if you lie down on the table for me darling I'll have a quick feel and see what I can do."

You nervously dropped your bag against the wall and took off your jacket and shoes before stepping over to the table. Kneeling into the material you quickly lie down onto your belly and rest your arms to the side of you. You feel him step to your side. "So where do you work sweetheart?" He asks as he runs his hands up and down your spine and across the expanse of your shoulder blades.

"I work from home, just admin work mostly." You explain and for once you wished you had a better sounding job.

"You spend a lot of time sat at a desk?" He asks as he feels different points on your back and gives them little tugs here and there. He's trying to work out any knots he can find before he turns to cracking and so far he's having a field day with your middle and lower back.

"Um yeah, a few hours sometimes. I try and take breaks when I can but I get so stuck into my work that sometimes I forget."

He tuts. "That's not good for your back darling no wonder you're in pain." You hum in agreement and try to steady your breathing as his digits roll over your vertebrae. "Okay I think I know where your problem is. I want you to breathe in for me when I say so doll and exhale as I push, can you do that for me?" He asks and awaits your reply.

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Good girl." He says gruffly and you clench your thighs together, an action that doesn't go unnoticed by him. "Breathe in doll ... and breathe out." On the exhale his heavy hands press into your spine which cracks and almost instantly you can feel a wave of relief wash over you. The pain that was nagging you all week had finally subsided and you couldn't help but let out a breathy moan at the feeling.

"That do the trick darling?"

"Yeah, fuck, thank you."

You feel him lift the bottom of your t-shirt up. "I just need to have another feel of your back, easier to do it without clothes in the way. Can I undo your bra?" He asks and you gasp softly.

"Of course." You reply a little too quickly earning a throaty chuckle from the man. "You're an eager one aren't you." His hand runs up your bare spine and you feel his fingers pinch your bra as he expertly undoes it with just a finger and thumb.

You feel him lift a leg over the bench so he's straddling your body, his hips resting dangerously close to your arse as he rubs your back feeling each vertebrae. John reaches to the side of the table and starts to lift a section of it up, you feel your arse begin to rise in the air as your pelvis is pushed upwards from the cushioned bench.

"So, how long have you been a Chiropractor for?" You ask trying to distract your mind from the position you're in.

"About 10 years, a couple of my mates and I had the idea to put our skills together and open this place up as well as the gym next door."

"That's nice that you're all working together, you must be close."

"Yeah we are." He says and edges himself closer to you so his hips are pressing against your arse. The growing bulge in his sweatpants prods at your rear and he can hear your breaths deepen and sees your fists clench around the edge of the bench when he presses against you. He finds another spot he wants to crack and makes you breathe in again. On your exhale he presses down onto your lower back, nudging his cock against your closed arse and pushes his palms until he hears the crack.

You let out a breathy moan. Any attempts to stop the sound are futile as John bends over your body, his rough hands wrap around the sides of the bench as he lowers his mouth to your ear. "You alright there darling?"

"Mhmm, perfect." You say, your voice muffled slightly. John laughs softly, he's looking at your face, your cheeks are flushed and there's drops of sweat on your forehead. You let out another soft moan when you feel his cock twitch against your rear, eager to be touched.

John rises back up and runs his palms against your back once more, he can feel the delicate little hairs on your back rise slightly as he moves his hands to cup your arse. "I think we're all done with your appointment sweetheart." He says and you whine again. An hour had passed by so quick and although you felt relief with the pain in your back gone you still craved his touches. Your ears prick up when you hear him continue. "Unless there is anything else you'd like me to help you with?"

"Please John, touch me." Your voice more clearly now since you've raised your head to look back at him.

"Are you sure?" He questions and you quickly nod.

In one swift motion John moves his hands from your arse cheeks to the waistband and is tugging your shorts and underwear down and off your legs, discarding the clothing haphazardly across the room.

"Fuck." He mutters seeing the gloss that is smeared across your inner thighs. Your arse is still raised on the portion of the bench and he has a clear view of your leaking pussy. You wiggle your arse slightly earning a rough strike to the plump cheek. "So needy." He says and immediately dives his fingers into your sopping heat.

You moan at the intrusion, two thick fingers eagerly pump inside of your wet cunt with ease. "So wet, so warm, fuck." He groans feeling your walls clench around his digits. John retracts his fingers as quickly as he'd put them there and before you could protest the lack of him he presses his wide tongue against your pussy. Effortlessly he lifts your hips up a bit more with his hands and laps at your clit, devouring your pussy and coating his stubble with your juices.

His tongue moves feverishly between lapping the small bundle of nerves and diving into your cunt. Your nails dig into the leather of the bench as he eats your pussy better than any man ever has, spit and cum is drenching his face and your pussy so much that you almost miss the rough slaps of skin on skin as John tugs his cock.

"God John, fuck." You breathe as you cum against his face, legs jerking so much that they threaten to fall off the bench. John pulls his face from your pussy and jerks his cock quicker, throwing his head back he plasters your arse with thick ropes of cum, an animalistic moan falling from his mouth as he climaxes.

When a few seconds pass you finally speak. "Do all your clients get this kind of treatment?" You ask panting, a hint of jealousy present in your tone.

"That wouldn't be very professional of me now would it?" He replies and you laugh. He grabs some wet wipes from off his desk and cleans you up before wiping his cock and tucking it back into his pants.

“You did really well today sweetheart though I feel you would benefit with these appointments becoming a regular occurrence. I’m going to put in a recommendation for you with some of my colleagues too and we can take it from there."

You blush. "Thank you John." You say moving off the bench and tugging your shorts back up your body, your underwear nowhere in sight. Being the gentleman he is he helps you put your shoes back on and ties the laces for you before forcing his lips against yours. You can taste yourself on his mouth and tongue as runs his hands up your body and around to your back where he refastens your bra with ease.

"You're free to go." John says finally detaching his mouth from yours. You stay stood still for a moment, catching your breath and trying to calm your legs that are still numb from pleasure. John watches as you throw your bag over your shoulder and grab your jacket from the floor. He opens the door for you and leads you back to the front doors, the building now completely empty from any staff who would have been walking around before your appointment.

"I'll see you soon love." He says opening the door for you once more and allows you to step outside into the cold air. With a smile you turn away from him and slowly walk back to your car unaware of John pushing your underwear deeper into his pocket.

[theoceansluvr]

Percy Jackson x Ballerina! Reader

warnings; like every sports headcanon list, injuries ! and horrendous foot pain author's notes; im so sorry to the lovely @officiallyalbino that requested this for borderline lying about when i'd post this😭 unrelated to the post but im severely sunburned and writing this kept me from scratching my skin off :((

oooo you best believe he has front row seats to every single one of your performances !

you'd think the adhd™ would get to him, but he's way too focused on you

he likes helping you with lifts because.. well of course he does !

he's very huge on helping you practice if you couldn't tell !

i think he'd always be insane flexible so he tries to copy your positions

looks DISGUSTINGLY good in the leotard might i add

brings flowers and a little (poorly spelled and written) card after every performance

like everybody knows him as your boyfriend because he proudly announces it while carrying his little gifts

doesn't matter if your just in the background he will clap like you just won an oscar

the parents next to him used to think he was just an overly proud older brother to be honest

that was until he leaned over while yelling "THAT'S MY PARTNER Y'KNOW ?"

he's quite the fanboy if he couldn't tell from my many, MANY times if saying this !

foot rubs ? foot rubs !

i personally hate people touching my feet, BUT !

i can see how this is probably the most relaxing thing in the world after hours of practice ngl

he's oddly good at it too

could probably hum every single Nutcracker song off the top of his head

honestly he probably really likes listening to your practice music actually

it keeps him focused when he's studying and whatnot !

could've mentioned this earlier, but he learns all the positions just so he can help you with certain dances

coordinated in the arena and almost anything else, not so much with dance

but he makes it work just for you :D

secretly really likes Black Swan

he watches it like a little kid trying to video games without his mom knowing

thinks your better than everyone no matter how much experience they might have over you

you're literally lauren anderson in his eyes

(or any ballet dancer you may look up to of course !)

enjoys watching you do your hair before recitals

it's oddly satisfying to him, so much to the point he has it memorized on how you do it

possibly keeps a fat stack of hair ties on him at all times (if your hair is long enough to even need any)

not as long as i would've loved this to be, but ballet still has a special place in my heart and i hope this was good fo

[semisgroupie]

HORROR NIGHTS — OCT 1st

doppelgänger!shanks x fem. reader

wc: 5.7k

warnings: noncon turned to dubcon (kind of), fear play, predator/prey dynamics, unprotected sex, creampie, intense breath play, choking, hair pulling, pain play (kind of), a lot of crying, biting, just really rough sex, mention of murder, spit, oral sex (m!receiving), public sex, mirror sex, mention of bondage (very brief)

synopsis: there's something up with your boyfriend and there's definitely something up with this carnival he brought you to

a/n: this is the first of FIVE kinktober posts and it is also my FIRST one piece written piece!! a huge thank you to my love @blueparadis for beta reading this!! check out the rest of the kinktober pieces here!

“Come on baby, get dressed. There’s a carnival I wanna take you to, it’ll be perfect.” Your boyfriend’s voice bellows through the apartment and you look at him from your position on the couch. You raise an eyebrow and slowly sit up, “but I thought we were going to stay in today, at least that’s what you said yesterday. You wanted to watch ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street movie marathon today.” You weren’t opposed to going out, you just hated when plans changed at the last minute and that he did know about you. He knew how it made you anxious and frustrated because you would have to change every other plan you had for the day. Well, he should have known that about you.

You watch as his jaw tenses for a moment before he sits down beside you, taking one of your hands in his. “I know, sweetheart. But I wanna celebrate the holiday season with you. We can enjoy the cool air, see everyone getting scared by the scare actors and just have fun. Let's do it.” You look into his eyes and feel a chill run down your spine before you look away and nod. “Okay, just give me some time to shower and get dressed.” You smile and stand, you only take a couple of steps before he grabs your wrist, his grip is a little too tight for your liking. “Gimme a kiss before you go.” His voice is gruff and he stands up, leaning in. You close the distance and peck his lips, just before you can turn away he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you to him, smashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss before he pulls back. “There, that’s what I call a kiss. Now go get ready.” You turn and jump when he playfully slaps your ass then continue to walk into the bathroom.

As the faucet turns on and water cascades along your skin you think back. You’re sure that Shanks is different, there’s something up with him and you remember the first day he did change. It was just a couple of months ago, his demeanor was colder and harsher than usual. He was a lot more impatient and when you looked into his eyes, you didn’t feel that comforting warmth emitting from them. You spoke to your friends about it and they just brushed it off, assuming that you were probably stressed from work and that made you overthink things. For a moment, you did agree with them, at the time of his change you had a lot of projects from work and your boss was riding you harder than a workhorse but then everything passed and Shanks was still different. You never brought it up to him though, not wanting to cause an argument but it lingers more and more in your head. You shake the thoughts as you turn the water off and wrap a towel around your body.

You glance at him as you leave the bathroom and furrow your eyebrows as he mumbles to himself, you can’t pick up anything he’s saying and you want to take a step closer to him to hear him but it's like he senses you even with his back to you. He turns and smiles at you, the sight of that grin on his face makes your skin crawl, “almost ready? I’m getting directions to the place now.” You fake a smile and nod, “Mhm, just need to get dressed. I’ll be out soon.” He nods and turns his back to you again and you let the smile drop from your face as you walk into your bedroom. You put on one of his sweatshirts and leggings then once you’re done you leave the room and walk over to him, “All done!”

He puts his phone away and nods as he stands, taking your hand in one of his. “Alright, let's go.” He walks out of the apartment with you and keeps you close to him as he walks with you to the car. “You look really sexy tonight, I can’t wait until we get back home. Maybe we can sneak a quickie in one of the bathrooms or the parking lot.” He winks at you and heat rises to your cheeks. “Shanks! You can’t just say something like that, what if someone hears?” You gently squeeze his hand and the voice in the back of your head is screaming at you, yes you and Shanks have been intimate before, it's expected for a couple that’s been together for almost 4 years but he never made a comment like that in public.

He laughs and opens the passenger side door for you, “can’t help it. You’re sexy and I’ll let anyone know how hard you make me.” He slaps your ass as you get in the car then goes to the driver’s side and starts driving. You lean in to put on the radio and smile when a song he dedicated to you starts playing, you smile and look over as he taps his fingers against the wheel. As you watch him some of your worries subside, maybe you have been overreacting. “Tell me more about this carnival.” You lower the volume of the music and he glances over at you as he takes one hand off the wheel to place it on your thigh. “I can’t spoil it too much but I do have to say that it’s going to be one hell of a night.” He chuckles and gently squeezes your thigh. You place your hand on top of his and trace along his knuckles, “that’s all? Come on, there has to be more than that!”

You watch as his jaw tenses again and his grip on your thigh tightens, making you whimper. He immediately releases his grip and looks at you, “I’m so sorry sweetheart, I just want this to be a surprise. I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry.” He lifts his hand from your thigh and takes your hand, bringing it to his lips so he can press a kiss to your knuckles. “It’s okay, it was an accident. You know how I get when I try to plan a surprise for you.” You smile and look at him then turn your attention to the road, watching as fewer cars go past.

You’re not sure how much time passes and he finally pulls into the parking lot. Your eyebrows knit together as you look around, there isn’t a single car in sight but the carnival is as lively as ever. You hear music playing with too much bass and the voices sound too distorted for you to pick up what song is playing. You look over at Shanks and your eyes widen at the smile on his face, to call it creepy wouldn’t be enough. “Let’s go.” He turns the car off and gets out then opens your door, holding his hand out for you to take. You place your hand in his and take a deep breath. As you walk with him to what you believe is the entrance, you instinctively move closer to him. You look around some more, the parking lot looks completely abandoned. The lines that show where the parking spaces are, are cracked and barely visible, the wind blows a stronger gust that sends another chill down your spine, the only sense of life is the music and the lights that are coming from some of the stands and booths. You squint a little to check out the stands to see if there’s anyone there but you can’t make out a figure, your eyebrows knit together and you look at your boyfriend, his fiery red hair is tousled by the wind and he still has that damn smile on his face.

“Is this the right place? There’s no one here.” Your voice is barely above a whisper and you don’t understand why you’re whispering, it's not like there’s anyone around that could possibly hear you. “Of course it is! I wouldn’t have driven here if it wasn’t the right place.” His voice is loud and it makes you shrink into his side, he glances down at you and smiles. If it was supposed to provide some sort of comfort, it just does the complete opposite. “I told you it was a surprise, we’re just here earlier than everyone else. It’s not a bad thing.” He shrugs and continues to lead you to where the entrance is, you look at the ticket booth and you see dust and cobwebs covering the corners of the glass. It looks like no one has occupied the space in ages. Shanks releases your hand for a moment to dig out his wallet and slams down some money on the small countertop before grabbing your hand again.

For the one moment, your hand wasn’t in his, you thought about making a run for it. It was a brief thought but it quickly subsided. You walk with him and continue to look around, the rides look like they shouldn’t be in operation, without anything moving you could tell the tracks are old and weary. That’s when he stops, right in the center of it all. To your left is an old roller coaster with one loop, to your right is the classic bottle game, behind Shanks is a funnel cake stand and behind you is a haunted house. Your heartbeat quickens in your chest as you look at him, his face is barely illuminated by the lights that surround the place that constantly flicker.

“I have something to tell you and I think now is the best time to do so.” He lifts his other hand to grab your free hand, and now both of your hands are in his grip. Your heartbeat is going even faster now, making you feel like it’s either going to beat out of your chest or just stop. You wish you could read his mind to figure out what he’s going to say next. You swallow thickly and nod, “w-what is it?” You hate how your emotions ooze in your voice but you can’t dwell on it for too long. He leans in close to your ear and you can hear the smile grow on his face before he utters his next words.

“I’m not your boyfriend.”

Your eyebrows knit together and you pull back, taking in his expression and it’s mixed with something sinister and unreadable. “What are you talking about? Is this some weird way to propose? It’s not funny.” You try to pull your hands from his grip but he just tightens his hold on you. Then he laughs, it echoes through the barren wasteland of the carnival and rips straight through your chest. “Shanks! Stop it, you’re creeping me out!” Your voice finally breaks from the whisper as you cry out and his expression changes. His smile falls to a straight line and his eyes cut through your skull.

“Good. I’m glad you’re creeped out, you should’ve been creeped out a long time ago. I think it’s been four months now since I’ve gotten rid of him. Tell me, have you ever heard of the superstition surrounding doppelgängers?” He keeps your hands in his as he looks at you. You shake your head, “What are you talking about?” His jaw tenses and his eyes narrow, “that really gets on my nerves, don’t answer my fucking question with a question of your own.” His words pierce you like a snake’s fangs and their venom seeps into your veins.

“As I was saying, the belief is if you see someone that looks exactly like you then it’s bad luck. If you see them multiple times then it means that death is coming, either for you or the person that looks exactly like you. That’s what happened to your dear old boyfriend, we saw each other time and time again and I killed him.” He doesn’t give you a moment to process his words before continuing, “his last words were, ‘don’t lay a hand on my girlfriend’, how fucking pathetic. But what’s more pathetic is you didn’t notice a thing! You’ve been with him for what, 4 years now and you’ve known him for longer than that but you never noticed that I’m not him. How stupid can you be? You’re a really pathetic excuse for a girlfriend, the worst part is, he was about to propose. Got you a beautiful ring, I mean the rock on that is pretty huge. But no alarms went off? No warning flags? I mean, we’ve fucked plenty of times and nothing. Was that little gear in your head stuck or something? I killed your boyfriend and now I’m taking his place. Oh, now now, don’t cry. There’s no need for tears.” He coos mockingly as he releases one of your hands to wipe at your eye, you didn’t even realize tears were streaming down your face until he mentioned it.

You jerk away from his touch and his jaw tenses again, “Fine, that makeup was getting ruined one way or another. Where was I? I killed your boyfriend, you didn’t realize it, now we’re here and I bet you’re wondering why now? Why would I tell you my secret now? Why would I tell you here? And let me tell you, those are reasonable questions so I’ll answer them. But first, I have an idea for a little game and that game is, I’m gonna give you a ten-second head start to run anywhere here and find a way to escape. I’m going to leave the car keys right at the ticket stand. If you can escape me and grab the keys then you can drive off and do what you please, call the police, tell them everything. I’ll even tell you right now where I hid the body, there was an old house that we drove past on the way here. He’s in the backyard.” He chuckles as more tears stream down your face and continues, “But, if I catch you then I’m going to claim you wherever it is and we’re gonna act like we’re one happy couple. You’re gonna forget what I told you just now and if you play your cards right, I’ll pop that ring on your finger. Have a nice wedding and you’ll give me a few kids. Fair enough, right?”

You wipe your eyes and look at him, “do I even have a choice?” Your voice breaks as you ask the question and the response you get is more laughter, “Good girl! There’s the smart girl I knew was in there! You don’t have a choice, so I’m gonna let you go and give you those ten seconds. Run.” He releases your hand and you bolt off, he digs the keys from his pocket and walks over to the ticket stand as he starts to count. “One!” You run as fast as your legs can take you, you bolt past the haunted house and your head is on a constant swivel. “Two!” He yells out as he makes it to the stand and sets the car keys on top of the money he placed on the counter. You finally stop running and look around to see where you can hide, you see a run-down carousel to your left then ahead of you, you see a mirror maze. You weigh your options as you look at both places.

“Five! Half of your head start is gone! I hope you found a good place!”

His voice is barely audible due to your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You look at the carousel, there are some baskets that you could momentarily hide in but it would be way too risky. You look at the mirror maze and quickly decide that it’s your best option. You run inside as you hear him again. “Seven! Almost there!” How does he count so fast? Or did you spend too much time deciding where to go?

You run past distorted images of yourself in the mirrors, you have no clue where you’re going but you hope it’ll be enough to keep him away long enough for you to get back to the ticket booth. You look around as there’s a split, you go left hoping that you’ll be able to lose him but you instantly run into a dead end. “Fuck!” You curse and turn back to take the opposite direction. “And ten! I hope you found a good place!”

His voice echoes and your heart pounds even faster. You continue to run, going in whatever direction you believe is right. As you get deeper into the maze, you see that some mirrors are shattered, leaving trails of broken glass. You try to step over them as carefully as you can to not give him a sign as to where you are. You’re not even sure how much time has passed since you ran inside but all you can think about is finding an exit.

Then you stop in your tracks, “oh come on sweetheart, you’re becoming a little predictable. Or does that mean I’m becoming a good boyfriend?” He laughs and your heart sinks to your stomach. “I know you’re here, just come out and I’ll be easy on you. I promise.” You could hear the deceit in his voice, “okay, okay, I won’t fuck you that roughly.” You slowly move to find yourself at another split, this time you go right and you find yourself at another dead end. There’s broken glass on the floor and you step over it before crouching down into a corner. You clamp your hands over your mouth as you try to even out your breathing.

“I know I’m getting close, I can smell you from here.” He laughs and you clamp your hands over your mouth tighter to muffle the gasp that escapes. You wait until you don’t hear footsteps and you slowly stand and take a blind step forward. The crunch of glass beneath your shoe is loud enough for anyone inside the maze to hear. Your eyes widen as you look down and you quickly decide to make a run for it. But you stop in your tracks when you see him standing there, he’s smiling at you. He’s fucking smiling as he takes a step closer. “Gotcha! You run pretty fast and honestly, if that glass wasn’t there you probably would’ve gotten away. Who am I kidding? I know this place like the back of my hand, I would’ve gotten you one way or another.”

“Shanks…whoever you are. Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this. I won’t say a thing I promise! Just don’t kill me.” You plead as tears brim your eyes, you’re frozen in place as he moves closer to you. His eyes are practically glowing when he stands in front of you and his large hands grip your shoulders and pull you to his chest. “Why would I kill you? I only killed your boyfriend because that’s just how the superstition goes. How could I let him go free when he has the perfect life? I wanted a taste of that and now I can have it.” He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger to make you look at him and he smiles, you know you're becoming delusional at this point because now you feel the warmth you’ve always felt with your boyfriend. It’s a feeling that you’ve been craving for a few months now and you finally have it again.

He moves his thumb to caress your bottom lip and looks into your eyes, “Now, we made a deal and I intend to claim my prize. After this, we’re going to live a normal life. I’ll pop the question and you’ll say yes, we’ll have a nice wedding, a sex-filled honeymoon, you’ll give me a few rugrats and that’s it. Soon you’ll forget about everything I’ve told you tonight, it’ll be a thing of the past like your actual boyfriend. Got it?” You nod slowly, everything in your body wants you to run from this maniac but you just comply with his demands. In reality, what else can you do? He has you where he wants you, there’s nothing you can do. You can fight him but it’ll only piss him off, you can plot an escape but he’ll find you, you can scream at the top of your lungs, but no one will hear you. Right now, it’s just you and him.

Nothing will ever change that.

“Come on, use that pretty mouth for something. Tell me you want me to take you, to claim you as mine. Say it.” He moves his hand from your chin and lowers it to your neck, his hand wraps around it and he uses his grip to bring you close. You swallow thickly, your rational side wants to deny him but that side of you that is grasping at a false sense of reality wins.

“I want you. I want you to make me yours right here and right now. Claim me.”

A smirk grows on his face and he slams his lips against yours, the kiss is a bruising clash of teeth and tongue. His hand remains on your throat, gripping the sides ever so slightly as he somehow deepens the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, running along your teeth, the roof of your mouth and along your own tongue. You whimper against his lips as your lungs scream for air. You lift your hands to his shirt and clench the fabric in your fists, trying to signal to him that you need to breathe but he just takes it as a sign to continue kissing you. To keep stealing your air just like he stole your boyfriend’s place and made it his own.

Thankfully, he finally breaks the kiss. You greedily gasp for air and your eyes water as you pant. He smirks at the sight and releases your throat in exchange for one of your wrists. He pulls you along with him until you’re both surrounded by mirrors that haven’t been broken. He releases your wrist to grip your face, gripping your cheeks tightly as he forces you to look at yourself in one of the mirrors. He smirks at the way your eyes widen when you take in your reflection, your mascara is smudged and has stained your cheeks, whatever is left of your lipstick is smeared along your lips and your lips are now coated by his drying saliva. “So pretty like this. You always work so hard on making yourself look pretty but this is how you look best, completely ruined for me.”

He leans in and uses his grip on your face to bring you close, he kisses your cheek roughly and chuckles. “Now, you can watch me ruin you even more from different angles. Get on your knees.” You look at him through the distorted reflection and move to go to your knees slowly. He groans and his jaw tenses as he moves one of his feet to knock you down, the move is so swift and you land on your knees immediately. The dull pain rushes through your body but it is quickly replaced by another source of pain when he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks it back. You yelp at the pain and look up at him, his eyes look like they’re glowing again, a fiery red that rivals his hair.

“When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it without a second thought. You don’t think about it, you don’t process it, you just do it. Let’s try another command, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” His words cut like the glass you stepped on earlier and you quickly do what he declares. It is humiliating and you can’t help but think about how different your boyfriend had been when you two were intimate. How he treated you like glass, too afraid to grip you too tightly, never wanted to spank you or be rough with you…but you quickly have to shake the memories from your head.

The man in front of you isn’t Shanks and he will never be Shanks.

He smirks and spits on your tongue, you can’t help but flinch a little when it hits your tongue and it makes him laugh. “Fucking pathetic.” He keeps his hand in your hair as he uses his free hand to pull down his zipper and pull his cock out. You glance down at it then meet his eyes. His cock is the same as your boyfriend’s, thick and long with a single prominent vein running down from the tip to the base. He grips his cock and taps it against your tongue before shoving it down your throat. He throws his head back as he uses the grip in your hair to move you along his length. Your lewd gags and slurps echo throughout the maze, bouncing off the mirrors and reaching your ears. More tears spring from your eyes as he uses you, spit spills down your chin making more of a mess down your face.

You weakly lift your hands up to hit his thighs, trying to get him to release you for just a moment so you can breathe. You feel lightheaded again and he buries his cock all the way down your throat, you weakly swallow around him and more tears spill down your face. Just as black spots start to fill your vision, you’re sure that you’re going to pass out then he suddenly pulls out. “Scared you there, didn’t I?” He mockingly asks as he forces you to face another mirror. You cough and pant as you look at yourself, even more of a mess than the last time you looked at yourself.

“And here I thought you couldn’t get even hotter. Shit, just looking at you like this is about to make me cum.” His cock throbs and twitches as you continue to pant. You lift your hand to try to clean yourself off but he pulls on your hair again, tutting his tongue. “No, no, no, stay messy. I prefer you like this.” You nod as best as you can with his tight grip in your hair, “o-okay, I’m sorry.” Your voice is raspy from the rough facefucking he was giving you and you look up at him.

“You look like a cute little fawn caught by the hunter, such pretty big eyes filled with fear. I love it. Stand up.” You quickly rise to your feet and he bends you over slightly in front of another mirror, you stick your hands out to try to ground yourself. He finally releases the grip in your hair so he can pull down your leggings then rips your panties off, bringing the scraps to his nose to sniff them before tossing them aside. “You smell so fucking sweet and look at this cunt, so fucking wet.” He bends down and grabs your ass, using one of his thumbs to spread your lips while using the other to smear your arousal over your clit.

He spits on your entrance and watches it trail down, just before it reaches your clit he sticks his tongue out to clean it off. “Taste just as sweet too, like the perfect peach on a hot summer day.” He licks up your slit again then spits on your pussy once more before standing straight. His cock bobs as he moves close to you, he grips the base and taps it against your waiting hole, chuckling as a whimper escapes your lips. “Didn’t you know it’s not polite to enter before knocking? I’m just showing you how much of a gentleman I can be.” He bites his lip as he continues to tap his cock against you, glancing at you through the mirror. “Please, just fuck me already. Give me all of you.” You rasp out your words as you look at his distorted reflection.

His eyebrows raise slightly for a moment before he shrugs, “don’t cry when I give you what you want.” He places his free hand on your hip before he slams into you, the sheer stretch of his cock making more tears spill from your eyes. Your mouth falls open as you cry out, your legs trembling as he starts thrusting into you. His pace is rough, his heavy balls slap against your clit and you’re sure that you won’t be able to hold yourself up much longer. “Now you’re really getting fucked, this is what you’ve gotta get used to from here on out. No more of that gentle bullshit, no more slow thrusts, all of that romance shit is dead just like your pathetic little boyfriend.” Of course he has to use the opportunity to rub in what he did. Why wouldn’t he? You’re at your weakest point and he just has to pour salt on the wound.

“Well, maybe I’ll be gentle on our wedding night. Depends on how good that cake is and how good the booze are.” He chuckles as he continues to slam into you, your body trembles with each thrust and you struggle more and more to keep yourself up. “I-I can’t hold myself up any longer, my legs are too weak.” You moan out your words and you look around, seeing all the distorted reflections of him fucking you. It’s like a horror movie on repeat. He slams into you once more and uses his strength to push you up against the mirror you’re in front of more. Your cheek is now pressed against the cold surface and his arms wrap around you.

“Better now? I’ll keep you close like this, just make sure you keep looking into that mirror there, it's the closest one to a regular mirror and you can watch yourself fall apart.” He keeps himself pressed against you as he ruts into you. It's animalistic the way he grunts and groans in your ear, his pace is still hard and rough. You watch yourself getting ruined, just like he wanted you to and while it should make you sick to your stomach, it turns you on more than anything.

Your (now dead) boyfriend would never do something like this with you, he wouldn’t have even thought about it. Oddly enough, you can’t help but wonder what other sick and twisted ideas he’ll have in store for you. You wonder what other positions he’ll fuck you in, what other places he’ll take you in, what hidden kinks he has, how rough he might get, how he’ll fuck when he’s angry with you, would he want to tie you up or use toys on you? The ideas just flow and don’t stop.

His lips brush against the shell of your ear and you’re pulled from your thoughts. “What are you thinking about little fawn? Those pretty eyes are filled with wonder and this cunt keeps clenching around me tighter.” You whimper as his cock brushes against your g spot and you turn your head as much as you possibly can to try to look at him, “I’m thinking about what else you’ll have in store for me, how depraved you can be. How would you want to take me next? Where would you fuck me next? What other kinks or ideas you might have that’s hidden from me.”

He laughs as he suddenly pulls out of you and then turns you to face him, he bends down to hook his arms under the backs of your knees and lifts you with ease. Your back is now pressed against the mirror and you wrap one arm around his neck while your other hand grips his cock, lining him with your entrance so he can fuck you again. He watches you with a smirk on his face and he enters you in a swift motion, knocking the wind out of you as he thrusts harder and faster than before. He leans in close to your neck, biting down on whatever skin he can get to, making you cry out louder. “You’re just as sick and twisted as I am. I knew it was fate when I met your boyfriend all those times, I even watched him. I learned his habits and I learned about you. I even started to watch you, instead of him being my main target, it was you. I had to get rid of him to get to you and here we are. Two twisted and depraved people.”

You dig your nails in his shoulder as the coil in your stomach tightens and you use your other hand to lightly tug on his hair. He pulls from your neck and you smash your lips against his, muffling your cry as your orgasm rips through you. It’s so powerful and it makes you tremble in his hold. He fucks you through your orgasm and messily thrusts into you a few more times before cumming inside of you. His orgasm mixes with yours as it starts to leak around his cock. You break the kiss to look at the mess that’s now staining the ground beneath where you two are connected. You bite your lip and look into his eyes as you both pant. He pecks your lips and slowly pulls out of you before setting you on the ground for a moment. You stumble and reach out to hold onto his shoulders to try to steady yourself.

It erupts laughter out of both of you and he quickly fixes himself up before pulling your leggings up. He bends down to scoop you up bridal style and starts walking. “You know, as I was chasing you, I really thought you’d get away from me. Good thing I came here earlier this week to break some of the mirrors. I even thought about boarding the exit shut so you’d really be stuck here but that would be pretty cruel.” He chuckles and you hold onto him tightly, you feel the warmth from his laughter and the way he looks at you.

You can’t really wrap your head around it, but this is your life now. You’re stuck with this man who is a killer, who’s a brute and rough in all the right places.

And oddly, it gives you some comfort to know that this is who you’re stuck with.

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[stevesjockstrap]

Odds Are

Based on this post or Eddie gets his hand stuck in the Family Video return slot… and Steve finds him.

read on ao3 • rated T • cw: mention of injuries

Slamming his van door, he hurried through the parking lot towards Family Video. He knew they were probably closed but he needed to return his rental. Eddie was very high, but not as high as his late fees.

Getting to the front, he yanked hard on the obviously locked door.

“Fuck!” He looked around, remembering Wayne saying something about an after hours returns slot.

Finally locating it on the side of the building, he peered at it, crouching down to see how it worked. It was just a metal flap that opened into the building. He frowned. Was there a soft landing for the tapes? A pillow? What if the tape got damaged and they charged him for it even if it wasn’t his fault since he was just using their shoddily designed returns slot? He couldn’t afford to replace this tape. He was here because he couldn’t afford another dollar late fee.

Stomping around the parking lot, he couldn’t decide what to do.

He pulled his trusty D20 from his vest. Crouching down again by the wall, he rolled. A three. Well. That wasn’t hopeful.

Deciding he could hold the tape and try to get it as close to the floor as possible, to lessen the chances of breaking the case or tape, he rolled again. Fourteen. Good enough for him. He wrapped his hand around the tape and slid his hand through the slot, leaning in with his shoulder so most of his arm was through, and he finally let go when he couldn’t push inward anymore.

Grinning when he heard a soft sound from the other side, he pulled his arm back. But then winced when it didn’t come out.

“Fuck!” His rings were caught on the other side.

Wiggling his fingers and yanking his arm back did nothing but send sharp pains through this hand. Clenching his jaw, he decided he had to stop. He couldn’t lose his fingers. He needed them to play his guitar and D&D and there’s no way he could jerk off left handed now, it would be miserable.

Settling back on his heels, he craned his neck and looked around. Every other building he could see was dark. There were no cars in any of their lots and of course no one else was out at this time of night. Wayne was at work. He wouldn’t miss him until tomorrow.

He felt his chest clench with panic as he realized he was stuck here forever.

Or at least until someone came to Family Video.

“Am I going to be stuck here until morning?” He whispered to the D20. He closed his eyes and rolled.

Cracking one eye open, he checked. A fifteen.

“Fuck!”

Managing to get into a somewhat comfortable position with his legs under him but not yanking on his fingers, he leaned against the side of the building with a sigh. At least it wasn’t raining. His eyes widened and he looked up at the sky suspiciously.

“Is it going to rain?” A four. He sighed again in relief.

Scouring his pockets one handed for things to entertain himself, he somehow managed to not die of boredom over the next few hours.

Something jolted him awake, and air pushed out of the return slot at him. Someone must have unlocked the front door. Before he could decide what to do, he heard a ‘holy shit’ from inside.

“Woah man, uh, are you okay?” Steve fucking Harrington was suddenly standing beside him. Could this day get any worse?

“Yeah, just um, returning my rental. Making sure it got here safely. Your death trap here is a little much, don’t you think?”

Steve blinked, eyebrows coming together for a second before he smiled and held back a laugh. Eddie bristled. “Usually people don’t stick their entire arm into it. Oh! Let me go, uh, get you out. Sorry, I just saw a hand and freaked out. Stay there!”

“As if I could run away, asshole,” he grumbled.

There was an odd sensation of pressure on his hand yet everything was numb.

“Don’t go anywhere, come inside and let me make sure you're okay.” Steve was talking to him through the open metal door, after releasing his hand.

He slipped his arm out and may have let out a very manly scream when he saw his hand. It was nearly blue and his fingers were swollen.

Finding himself in the back room of Family Video with Steve Harrington fussing over him hadn’t even been a blip on his radar of how this day could’ve turned out.

“Keep it below your heart, so the blood flow can get back to it, you know, easier. I think it’ll be okay. Once it’s not blue we can do an ice pack for the swelling.”

Eddie peered up at him. “They giving out medical degrees at Family Video now?”

Steve anxiously grabbed the back of his neck and looked around, “No, but I’ve, uh, gotten myself injured a lot recently. So-“

“I’ve got a lot of personal experience being a human punching bag, myself, actually,” he snorted. He’d heard about the Byers thing, and the fight with Billy.

Steve groaned but he got to watch the blush rise on his cheeks, bringing out his freckles. Oh.

He decided to try to hurry this along, shaking his hand around and flexing his fingers to try to get feeling to them. However, the feeling that came back first was pain.

“Ow, oh fuck,” he hissed.

“Time for ice, then,” Steve suggested.

He watched him open a small refrigerator in the corner and pull out a soft sided ice pack, wrap it in a towel and bring it to him. He looked embarrassed for some reason, and shrugged a shoulder when he helped settle the bundle in his open hand.

“I get migraines. Since- well, for a bit. So. The ice pack helps sometimes. If I catch them right.”

Eddie watched him closely as he rambled. “You’re a lot different than I thought you’d be.” The words tumbled out as they usually did, without much thought.

“Oh yeah?” His eyebrows shot up adorably.

He was really enjoying this attention from this new and improved Harrington. He sunk back further into the couch, easing his sore hand back. “Yeah. Why are you being so nice to me? This isn’t very King Steve of you.”

Steve winced and he instantly wanted to take it back. But he shrugged, throwing his entire body into it. “Im not him anymore. I’m trying, really trying, to do better. Robin helped a lot.”

Eddie frowned. The only Robin he knew was, “Robin Buckley?”

Steve’s demeanor changed completely, excited and almost bouncing on his toes to explain, “Yeah. She’s awesome. We’re best friends. She got me this job basically. After the whole Starcourt thing,” Eddie watched his face close off at that, “we, uh, we’re really close.”

He felt like his entire world shifted on its axis. Sure, he’d seen them at the mall at Scoops and he knew they both worked here, but… best friends? He was also pretty sure Robin Buckley was gay. Did he know? Was he okay with that? Would he be okay if he knew he-

“Holy shit,” he covered his face with his other hand and the ice pack dropped to the ground. This was too much.

“Are you okay? Are you gunna hurl? Eddie?”

“I’m okay, I’m just…” He shook his head again, rubbing across his face. When he looked back at Steve, he found him crouched in front of him, inches away really, holding out the ice pack for him. “Thanks,” he breathed. He wanted to trace his finger over the freckles and moles and scars across his cheeks and down his neck.

“Anytime.”

After Steve deemed his fingers safe from danger, he unfortunately really had to leave. Steve held the front door open for him, a cute little smile on his face.

Throwing his van door open, he stopped and looked back into the video store. Steve was standing behind the counter now, and raised his hand to wave at him. He waved back, dazed.

Patting his pockets, he found his D20.

“Do I have even a microscopic chance?”

He cupped his hands around the die and shook it, letting it drop into the seat. A nat fucking twenty. He blinked. He had to get to school. But he was hours late already.

Leaving the door hanging open, he ran back inside.

“Hey, uh, Harrington, you ever been to The Hideout?”

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[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - Hancock x TransMasc!Reader word count: 860 a/n: doggy style is my personal favourite thing of all time so this was a delight to write. hancock is definitely a fan of loading himself up with chems and railing his partner into oblivion and i can't be convinced otherwise!! cw: doggy style, choking, scratching, marking, lil bit of posessive notions, no specific genitals/gender mentioned, 'masculine' descriptors like handsome & rugged used 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

The room was dark, lit only by candles and the light from the buzzing neons from the window. It was unintentionally romantic, atmospheric. Like you could have been anywhere in the world, or any time at least, instead of the post-apocalyptic nightmare of the Wasteland. With Hancock, that’s how it always felt. Safe. Exciting. Romantic.

From behind you, Hancock bumped his hips against your rear, jutting you forward a little as his hands curled around your waist. From your position, bent over so submissively in front of him, you couldn’t see his face, but you could almost hear his smile creasing over his lips. Satisfaction, pride almost, in how deeply dedicated you were to bending to his will, in every sense. A loyal supporter of the mayor, of course. And a willing, grateful lover.

Over the hum of electricity, and the distant booms and cracks that never let up in their mission to constantly remind you of the violence out there, you could hear the soft sound of his pants being unzipped. Then, the thud of his boots being kicked off and shifted across the room, followed quickly by the shuffling of the thick material as he shifted them down off of his legs. He wouldn’t be wearing underwear, you knew that much about him, a tantalising little fact about Hancock that not many knew, but which wouldn’t surprise them if they did.

Finally, despite not being able to see, you were sure the soft rustling of fabric meant that his nimble fingers were working their way down the front of his ruffled shirt, exposing him, entirely nude, to the room. You fought the urge to glance back, instead relishing in being deprived of the view.

Though you were blind to the delights of his body, you’d viewed it so often, and so intensely, lust filled and focused, that you could picture it on cue from memory alone. Each wrinkle, each scar, each dent in his marred skin. All of it was there in front of your eyes as you pictured him. And while your dreamlike vision of him teased you, never as good as the real thing, you found yourself edging backwards into his body, eager for him to start fucking you, whining as you felt his bare cock, stiff and ready, against your rear.

His hands, palms smoother than the rest of him, skated over your ass, cupping at the cheeks with a satisfied chuckle, low and gravelly, enough to make your heart skip a beat. One hand moved to the base of his cock, slick with whatever substance he had used as lube, as he held it firmly, angling it to your entrance and sliding it in with ease.

Hancock’s hips began to roll gently, each stroke of his length inside of you an experience in itself. The way he filled you, not stretching you too much, the slight hint of pain as you got used to him giving way to only pleasure, like you were made to fit together. But soon enough, he was pummelling into you, forceful and aggressive, but nevertheless filled with lust and adoration for your body. You belonged to him, and he was very aware of that, but that didn’t mean he would take you for granted. He was grateful for your body, for you to let him use it, and as such, he treated it with a care reserved for ownership of the finer things in life.

“Alright, handsome, start touching yourself. Don’t leave this all to me.”

He was smiling to himself as he spoke, and you returned it, unaware of his wide grin. Balanced on one elbow on the thin, stained mattress, you brought the other hand to your body, caressing it as you’d want Hancock to do, were he not otherwise engaged. Eventually, you reached for the more sensitive areas, stroking yourself as Hancock filled you up, fingertips grazing over every tingling spot of skin, nerves frayed as he pushed himself further, deeper, bottoming out with a deep groan with every thrust.

He traced down your spine with his fingernails, watching your back arch, the angle giving him a new sensation as his cock pressed against your walls. He admired the lines he’d created in your otherwise unblemished skin, or unblemished at least in comparison to his own.

“Makes you look rugged, and tough… dangerous. A little bit of me in you.”

Deciding that you were an extension of him in that moment, your bodies becoming one, he reached for his sash, adorning you in it as though it were a gesture akin to being knighted by your king. As it draped over your shoulders, he gripped the ends and pulled it back, the front of it tightening around your throat. As your breath hitched, catching in your throat, not sure whether it was better to exhale and struggle to inhale, you felt his lips against your skin, his body curled over you.

As you gasped for air, he rested his head on you, hips still working at his own orgasm.

You were at his will, your pleasure, your breath, your body. Your life. That alone was enough to push him over the edge.

[dragon-chica]

Enid Sinclair NSF W headcanons!

Fandom: Wednesday

Since no one is giving me requests I must make my own.

Completely gender neutral! If I missed anything, don't forget strap-ons.

This girl is vocal. She's loud and makes sure you know exactly how much she's enjoying what you do to her, it's mostly whines and cute moans and "Oh" "Yes" on repeat getting higher and higher as she's closer to climax.

Giggly sex! fun sex! she's not bothered by a joke mid-go and her ADHD has definitely spouted some random things that just popped into her brain and right out of her mouth.

She likes surprising you with cute underwear and will show you different ones while out shopping to see if you think she should buy them.

She never wants to be 'unfair' but definitely prefers receiving oral, it just feels so good with your tongue inside her and is always down for it.

But like said, she will return the favor! She's very eager to please and wants you to feel just as good, and even if she's not very skilled with her mouth she's very eager and looks so cute.

She's very down for quickies! She has a high libido but not super horny? She wont be thinking of sex but if you mention maybe ducking away for a few minutes she'll be the one pulling you there.

Enid really likes quickies in public. She has so many cute skirts that it's extra tempting too- take her to a secluded little spot when no one's looking or finger her quickly in an empty room.

If you're ever on your knees for some reason her head's already filled with dirty thoughts, just glance over at her and she'll be clenching her thighs and biting her lip waiting for an opportunity to take you away for some relief.

If you're busy or purposely trying to ignore her and do something else she'll "innocently" climb onto your lap and start getting herself off on your thigh by herself until you can't take it anymore, her breathy moans and slick on your leg, and just how cute she looks.

You are covered in SO MANY claw marks. If you're into that, good for you because it's happening either way.

Your back and shoulders especially and you're between feeling pride and laughing because you look like an angry cat's scratching post.

One time you were looking at all your scratches and joked "I bring you pleasure, you bring me pain." and Enid felt SO bad and kept apologizing and covering you in band-aids while you tried to calm her down.

Her favorite position is missionary because she enjoys it and having you so close and holding you against her (ei: why your back is always raw.)

Also down for doggystyle "Not because I'm a werewolf! This way I can't scratch you." she pouts but also enjoys it, don't worry.

Enid usually is bottom/submissive, she likes you taking care of her. But if you're too slow or teasing her too long she will flip you over and take what she needs to ride out her high then collapse on you panting.

It's really hot how she'll go from whining beneath you to a deep growl and suddenly on your back being used for all your worth while she stares at you with wild eyes and clenched teeth, her nails digging into your shoulders.

She can easily go multiple rounds and prefers to until she is spent but will okay with less if she notices how much she's tiring you out.

Give her a few extra orgasms with your fingers or mouth first and she'll be tired and content to snuggle up in your arms, practically purring.

For the most part in the way of kinks she's pretty vanilla, but is willing to try most anything if you want to! She wants you to have fun with it too!

In hopes of not 'clawing you to bits' you've tried multiple types of bondage on her but she always gets too into it, plus wanting to touch you, and breaks free. She gets a little embarrassed afterwards seeing the broken restrains and/or headboard.

Wednesday even suggested manacles and Enid went so wolf-strength they ripped through a beam.

She can easily go multiple rounds and prefers to until she is spent but will okay with less if she notices how much she's tiring you out.

Give her a few extra orgasms with your fingers or mouth first and she'll be tired and content to snuggle up in your arms, practically purring.

Uhhh, this got long. Reminder: SFW and NSFW alphabet requests open for Wednesday

[popponn]

a duck, a prince, and the snow.

note: was gonna make it hcs but uh. ehe. here, smth similar for chigiri haha. this is two iq shower thought situation. warning: none, fluff, post canon/pro au, reader’s gender unspecified, undertone of morons friends to lovers, prince & duckling (affectionately).

reo loves you enough to marry you the moment you demand it. with rings, grand ceremonies, and an even grander honeymoon. but the thing is, you are way too oblivious.

reo tries everything already—praises, flirting, dressing in the way you like the most, asking you to go to your favorite places together, buy you everything, special treatment, and many more. at this point, it’s probably easier to mention what he hasn’t tried yet—with “straight up confessing” sitting at the top of the “no way not yet no chigiri no nagi no way” chart. some people actually think this is some new brand of masochism—trapping oneself in a friendzone, but most of them stop thinking about this after seeing your dynamic with him once. as in it really is that painful to watch.

in your defense, this guy is indeed generous when he wants to be. so he could give you a diamond ring and you could read it either as a bribe for something or a random gift for that tuesday. the worst thing is probably how you are so genuinely unable to think of the more romantic possibility whilst the giving party is more than okay with it. really, sincerely, from the bottom of his heart.

because you could go “oh reo you are such a good friend! let’s be friends forever!” and this guy would probably look extremely constipated for 0.1 sec then before you could see it, all you got is a doting exasperation expressed through a charming prince smile on his face. in the way that is not even “ah well too bad, but we can do it next time” smile, but an “oh, how adorable. i truly am in love with them” smile. rinse and repeat for three years and more, that’s basically how this hellish adorable loop goes. talk about a guy who is in love with every part of you—even when the part is denser than a black hole.

but, like every fairytale, this prince too deserves a proper happy ending, doesn’t he?

Under the illuminations and falling snow, you wonder why Reo chooses to be here with you, walking through the cold December night with groceries in his hands. You feel bad for telling him that you are out shopping alone now, or at the very least you should have accepted his offer to bring his limousine. It feels wrong getting him carrying your things considering everything.

“Reo,” you begin sheepishly, reaching out to tug his jacket sleeve lightly with your empty hand. "You really don’t have to do this, you know.”

Reo, somehow, looks like he takes offense to that. “Huh? Why not? I want to. Plus, just imagining you waddling like a duck with two heavy grocery bags…” Dramatically, Reo trails off with a heavy sigh. A cloud of cold breath fogs his lips for a moment, but not enough to cover up the teasing smirk that follows, “…yeah, at least I want to watch that.”

You immediately nudge his side with an angry huff, all while fruitlessly trying to step on his feet. Whilst Reo laughs with too much mirth on his face, he avoids your vengeful foot with a grace that truly belongs to a professional soccer player. Some bystanders who walk past the two of you spares some glances, but as long as they do not recognize Reo who hides his face and hair under a miraculous yet simple black cap, you feel like you couldn’t care about them.

“I shouldn’t have felt bad for you! I’m trying to be considerate to your hands getting cramps and cold, you jerk!” you hissed finally, jutting out your tongue just as an extra gesture, before adding another protest as an afterthought, “And you called me a duck for that!?”

“You are worried about me? That’s sweet!” Reo smiles in a way that is positively shit eating. Then, he nudges back to your side, an act that is pretty much imitating your previous action, yet clearly, much gentler as he lets his shoulder stay pressed to yours as the two of you continue to walk. “Come on, don’t be mad. That means I will still take care of you even when you are a duck.”

You glare half-heartedly at that. Even if this sort of conversation—idle, with worth only the two of you could understand—is not rare, you really wonder why he seems so bubbly today. With your steps and his once again falling into a synchronous rhythm, you curiously ponder out loud, “So, what happened?”

Reo tilts his head, in a manner that is subjectively cute to you. “Hm?”

“Today, what happened? You seem happy. Did something good happen in your meeting? Or your training?”

“Uh… eh? Not really, honestly. Nagi was feeling kind of down, and Isagi also seemed to be in a bad mood, Rin—the younger Itoshi, you remembered?” he pauses, looking at your reaction before continuing after your nod. “Yeah, so that guy also got really angry today. Overall, it was a mess, but nothing new. The board meeting, uh, yeah—the greedy old guys somehow get greedier today.”

“Seriously?” You wince hearing all of those. “That… sounds like a really terrible day… are you okay?”

Reo’s face shifts once again into a very smug look, which you shoot down immediately with a glare straight to his handsome face. Seeing your unamused look, the half-lidded brattish look he wears immediately crinkles to a very bright happy look, with a smile that is wide enough to turn his eyes into a pair of crescent moons. It is beautiful—you think to yourself, silently, softly.

“Nah, as I said, nothing new about that too. Plus—” Reo suddenly leans his head against yours, letting his cold cheek glue itself against your equally cold one. Nonetheless, you still squawk ungracefully. “—I got a really cute duckling worrying about me and walking with me romantically like this. I will call that it’s a winning day!”

“Really now?” you ask again, exasperated and not really understanding the meaning behind his words. It feels like you are missing something—but you can’t really put a finger on it. Paying no more mind to that thought, you continue, “So, paying for me, coming running to me, and then getting me to walk with a prince who also carries my groceries is a payback for being the cute ducking?”

“Clearly,” Reo says, familiar pride and softness lacing his tone. It makes you laugh. It’s odd, but as how being in his presence really makes you feel at ease, it does feel pleasant to hear him feeling so with just a walk with you. But, before you can let that feeling settle quietly, Reo goes on, resting his gaze on you in a manner that feels too fond and affectionate, “But, even if without all those, I will still come running to you.”

Yet again, you feel like you are missing something. There is a heat that crawls up from the inner chamber of your chest, thrumming and warm and wonderful. Dizzying and confusing, but often presents itself for Reo and Mikage Reo only.

“I… I see,” you stammer out, your voice unconsciously turning into one that is just a few notes away from a whisper.

You don’t know what Reo sees in your expression, but with it, his eyes gleam in a very tender manner. “Well, but you see,” he begins, his voice mimicking a mocking tone, “while this prince’s hand is one warmed with groceries, the other one is still very empty and cold.”

“Oh?” you muse, seeing where this is going.

Boyish and as charming as always, Reo reaches his idle hand to yours, intertwining his finger with yours. One could say it feels like a scene from a drama, one could say it feels like something written by hopeless romantics, but ultimately, to you the fact that it is Reo that makes your breath hitches. Suddenly, it is very worrying if your hands are sweaty.

Wait, are they—

“Now, the prince feels very warm,” Reo, oblivious to your predicament, states cheekily with boldness veiling his eyes.

“…the prince is a prick,” you reply, knowing your defeat. It is unusual of him to do something like this, yet there is not even an ounce of desire in you to protest.

“As long as the duckling is okay with it, is it really a problem though?” he says, leaning even closer to your face.

At some point, you know you stop breathing. And Reo realizes it.

It is probably then that the tension between the two of you suddenly closes down its curtain. Something flashes through Reo’s eyes. And before you know it, the hold he has on your hand loosened, as if giving you permission to pull away.

Then, a part of your mind says, “Who cares about the duckling and prince anymore—”

And to that sentiment, you raise an enthusiastic agree.

Because it is Reo, probably, you tightened your hold around his hand. Your hand might be sweaty, and you might not get everything that is happening—but you know enough that this feels like the right choice.

“I am,” you answer resolutely, looking away from him and facing your front instead. “I am very okay with it.”

You have no courage to peek at your friend’s—your companion’s expression. And so, you miss the way his eyes light up, realizing and catching something that you haven’t realized yet. Thus, you too don’t expect the way he tugs you into a halt, stopping your steps just a few centimeters away from his.

When you turn to him, you find Mikage Reo. His eyebrows are furrowed under his cap, his lips bitten and pouting at the some time. With redness on his cheeks, as good-looking and as princely as he has always been to you, staring at you with a seriousness that spells out determination and more.

“Can I—”

On the middle of the sidewalk, surrounded by crowds who don’t recognize Mikage Reo and you, the two of you stand still. The snow continues to fall and none of you bring your gloves. In such a scene, Reo’s eyes never once left you.

“Can I tell you something?”

add. note: was it cheesy? unnecessarily so. did i lost the prompt somewhere? kinda. is it xmas? uh. what is this? uh. could it be better?...yeah i think i had fun tho <3 hope u too <3 blame jinshi and how this part came out the smoothest. also if this is in reo's pov lmao it's a mess there.

[silens-oro]

My Lady

Osferth x f!Dane!reader

Synopsis: Feeling are requited and Osferth takes the leap of faith.

Word Count: 5,994

Content Warning: 18+, battle, blood, gore, wounds, mention of slavery, mention of being a bed slave, mentions of religion. this is so soft 🥺

AN: idk man it’s always loving Osferth hours in this house. This was posted on my phone so the layout might be a little wonky.

No mention of “y/n”

“Lord,” Osferth choked out as Uhtred entered the tent. You pushed the cloth against the wound in his abdomen to stem the flow of blood. He gasped in pain, clenching at the furs under him. “Did you see me fight?”

“I did,” Uhtred responded, surveying the injury. “You fought bravely.” Osferth gave a weak nod of his head.

“Am I going to die, Lord?” Osferth asked after a brief moment of silence. His eyes were directed to the top of the tent, wincing with each press from your working hands. “I do not fear it.”

“No. I forbid it,” Uhtred placed a gentle hand on Osferth’s chest. Uhtred looked down to you and you nodded with a sigh. One of your hands moved up to grasp Osferth's. He squeezed back, though it was weak.

“If we can get him into a wagon and deliver him to Lady Aethelflaed’s estate -and should a fever not set- he will live to see the next battle.” You assured Uhtred, though you were not entirely confident. You kept the negative thoughts to yourself.

“You hear that? You shall spark fear into the hearts of Danes once more, Baby Monk.” Finan joked from behind you, bringing a pained smile to the monk’s face as you swung an arm back to hit Finan in the stomach. The man grunted and moved backwards to save himself from a second blow.

“He will need plenty of furs to stay warm. We need to move quickly,” You called to Sihtric who nodded from his place at the entrance of the healing tent and left to ready the wagon without question.

The tent cleared as everyone saw Osferth was in good hands. This left you, Finan, and Osferth as the sole occupants.

“Help me sit him up,” You directed Finan. “I need to wrap him securely before we leave. Finan nodded and did as was instructed. Osferth tried to keep his groans of agony to himself, but the pain was so severe that shouts left his lips before he could stop them.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” You tried to soothe him with a palm cupping his sharp jawline. Osferth leaned his cheek into it naturally, looking for any comfort he could get. Your hands worked quickly to wrap the cloth around the makeshift bandage just under his ribs. Once you were happy with your work, you brought his shirt back down and returned the furs to keep him warm.

“Gently,” You instructed Finan as he guided Osferth back onto his cot by his shoulders. The monk’s hand sought yours out as he settled. “Rest,” You gently pushed the sweaty hair from his forehead. “I will stay with you until we are ready to leave.” Osferth nodded with a soft tilt of his lips, closed his eyes, and succumbed to the darkness for rest. Finan waited a few moments, making sure the Baby Monk’s chest was rising and falling with slowed, sleeping breaths before he spoke.

“Do my eyes deceive me?” Finan’s grin was wider than you had ever seen it. Shooting the Irishman with a pointed glare, you made sure your threat was loud and clear.

“Say another word and you will not have eyes to deceive you.” You promised, grunting as you stood from your kneeling position on the ground. You didn’t bother trying to clean the mud from the knees of her breeches. They were soaked in blood and other more vile liquids that spilled on a battlefield. Mud was the least of your worries.

“I am merely an observer.” He held his hands up in mock surrender. “He’s fond of you.” You rolled your eyes, wiping your hands with a discarded rag. “And you are fond of him if I’m to believe what I’m seeing?”

“The man could very well be on his deathbed, Finan. The last thing he needs right now is your meddling.” Finan took a few steps closer with a thick brow raised.

“If I was lyin’ as he is now, would you hold my hand too?” He baited.

“I’d hold a pillow over your face and be free of your endless torment.” You replied with a smirk. Of course he was right. You knew this and absolutely hated it.

“Ah! My point is proven!” Finan’s grin softened the longer he looked between the sleeping monk and yourself. “This isn’t a bad thing.” He whispered with a gentle shrug of his shoulders. “You’ll chew up the poor lad and spit him out, but there are worse ways to die…you could make this work.” Your stomach turned in anxiety. There seemed to be some truth in Finan’s words, otherwise he wouldn’t be fighting so hard for you to take the proverbial leap into the unknown. Still, the walls around your heart were fortified. You hadn’t laid with a man willingly since before your enslavement, and the idea of giving yourself physically and emotionally to anybody filled you with a certain kind of dread that was all encompassing.

You did not speak to anyone other than Uhtred and Gisela about your year as a bed slave and you were sure the rest of the group knew something, but they were not privy to the details. You wanted to keep it that way.

If Osferth knew how deep the rot festered, how ruined you had truly been, he would want nothing to do with you -you were sure of it. Your stomach clenched painfully once more and it was decided that if you did not take the chance, he would never look at you differently. Things would stay just as they were.

“Finan,” You shot him a warning look. “I’m sure you can find some other poor souls to play matchmaker on. Outside. And make sure the wagon is ready while you’re at it.”

“Alright, alright. I can take a hint.” He dodged a bowl that was aimed at his head as he ran from the tent with a laugh. Now that you had the tent to yourself and the sleeping monk, you sighed heavily and looked down at him resting peacefully. A few tears fell freely.

You will not be tainted by me, you thought.

The gray sky was moving above Osferth when he opened his eyes. His body rocked back and forth within the back of the wagon he had been safely placed in for transport to Saltwic.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Baby Monk.” Finan said with a laugh. Osferth smiled back at the Irishman before his eyes naturally found yours. Riding your horses to Finan’s left, Osferth’s right, it took everything to not give into the temptation to kick the Irishman off of his steed and into the bushes on his other side. Osferth’s smile softened into something that could be described as adoration the longer his gaze stayed on you. A pang twisted in your heart, but you returned the smile all the same.

Finan caught your eyes and he shot you a look that clearly said ‘You see? I am not wrong.’ Osferth’s eyes were questioning as Finan nudged his horse to move up to Uhtred at the front of the group to give you privacy.

“Pay the idiot no mind,” You reassured Osferth with a gentle smile. “Relax. We should arrive at Lady Aethelfled’s estate by nightfall. They’ll be able to fix you up better than I can.”

“Your efforts do not go unappreciated, my lady,” Osferth stared up at you, openly and without a care, as he spoke raspily. He noted that you looked exhausted. Your hair was loose from the twists and braids it was in previously to keep it tamed in battle. Your right eye was shadowed with the deep bruising of a black eye, a deep, painful looking cut marred the left side of your upper lip and small scratches and bruises littered your face, but you had never looked more beautiful to Osferth as you did in that moment.

He thought of how you fought your way to him and pulled him to safety when he was sure to die on that battlefield. The sheer strength of you in the heat of battle was truly a sight to behold. He knew then, as he lay in the back of that wagon, that he loved you.

It had to be love.

Even in the clutches of death, it felt like he was floating every time he looked upon you. A pagan woman who was so different from him, in life and in constitution, who was deemed his enemy in principle alone had enraptured him. You were not the heathen monster he had been taught about as he grew up within the monastery. You were a survivor in a cruel world that had only shown you pain and misery. Osferth knew that in your world -a world he was trying desperately to acclimate himself to- you persevered or you perished. You adapted to everything that had been thrown your way, and came out victorious at every turn.

You were everything Osferth wished he could be, what his own convictions would never allow him to truly be. He admired you, deeply and wholly. You were not a soft lady, wilting at the thought of impropriety -though that is what he was taught what a lady should be. Modest, God-fearing, dutiful, quiet were not descriptors that corresponded with you. Dutiful, maybe, but not in the sense of what standard Saxon women were held to.

Your hands were rough and calloused, Osferth noted when you held his hand in the tent, from a lifetime with a sword in your hands. If it was the last you were to touch him, he would have the feeling engraved in his memory. He could vividly remember how those very hands felt as his cheek was nestled in your palm to comfort him and it nearly took his breath away then. The feeling of your skin upon his felt as natural as breathing air into his lungs.

Osferth could feel the heat rising within his cheeks at the thought. He closed his eyes once more and let the rocking of the wagon lull him to sleep lest he make a complete fool out of himself.

“You care for him,” It was more of a statement than a question. The group had made its way into the safety of the estate in the cover of night. The healers immediately took Osferth to be worked on the moment the wagon wheels came to a halt. Now, as the first pink rays of the morning sun were just starting to peek over the horizon, he was asleep in a healing room with you watching over him dutifully.

Your legs stretched out before you as you teetered in your chair. Clean breeches rubbed against your skin. A much needed bath and a change of clothing could make a world of a difference. You threw a side-eye at Uhtred as he approached your side to look upon the sleeping monk.

“You’ve been conspiring with Finan?” A grin grew on Uhtred’s lips at your accusation.

“No,” He said simply with a chuckle. “Your affections are not subtle, my friend.”

“No…they are not.” You stated plainly, looking over at Osferth’s resting form. You knew he would be okay, but the stress within you still lingered unpleasantly.

His eyes were closed, face relaxed as he slept soundly. Lady Aethelfled’s healers had cleaned and stitched up Osferth’s wound, and gave him a tea that would allow him to sleep so he could rebuild his strength. His steady, deep breaths were a comfort.

Uhtred’s hand rested on your shoulder. He squeezed gently in reassurance.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of.” He said softly as to not disturb Osferth. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d open up, and with a monk no less, but you have my support. Always.” He grinned at you, but his lips quickly downturned when you looked anything but happy. Uhtred came around to kneel in front of you.

“I thank you for your blessing, Uhtred, but it does not matter.” You replied with a heavy sigh. “I cannot allow myself to sully him.” Your voice was soft, the emotion behind the words was nothing Uhtred had heard from you in many years of service you had given to him. “We could not be any more different.” You looked down at her hands clasped in her lap, thumb tracing the deep blue hues of the rune tattooed within your left palm. “I’m afraid my time in East Anglia has left me more damaged than I would like to admit. No man, even as good and kind as Osferth is, will want me once they learn of what has happened.” You shook your head and Uhtred felt his heart shatter within his chest. He took your hands in his and held tight. “His God would not allow him to see me as I see him, I’m sure of it.”

“Then you are blind.” Your brows furrowed as you picked up your head to look Uhtred in the eyes.

“I do not understand.” You shook your head, looking back to Osferth. Uhtred guided your head back in his direction with a gentle tilt from his finger under your chin.

“No man worth their weight would ever turn you away. What happened…was not your fault. My decisions led you to that fate, and there will never be a day that passes that I do not hate myself for it.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he held up his hand. “You lived, you survived, and you came back from it. You cannot be faulted for surviving.” Uhtred squeezed your trembling hands. “I cannot tell you what he feels, but I see how he looks to you.”

“In fear,” you said, looking away from Uhtred. The shadow of self-doubt loomed heavily over you, shrouding you in darkness. That was how men looked at you, with nefarious eyes or with total fear. Osferth did not have a lecherous bone in his body, and the day he ever showed you blatant disrespect would be the very day he turned a sword onto himself.

“Perhaps,” Uhtred chuckled softly, though it wasn’t to taunt you. “or perhaps it is admiration. I had looked upon Gisela as he looks upon you now. I know it very well.” Your eyes met Uhtred’s. To bring up the late Gisela was painful for him, you knew that. Squeezing Uhtred’s hands in return, you let them go as he stood.

Uhtred could tell how uncomfortable you were with this whole conversation. Even before your enslavement, Uhtred knew you had taken the occasional lover. You never married, and had never taken a man steadily.

This was something else entirely.

“It is a fleeting thought that I will dwell upon no longer.” You picked up the bowl of water that was tinted pink from the bedside table and held it to your abdomen. Looking back at Uhtred as you reached the door, Uhtred looked back at you with a deep sadness in his eyes at the torment he could see flooding through you like an internal tidal wave.

She was self-destructing before the poor monk ever had the opportunity to fight for his own heart, he thought.

“I just wish him to recover.” You whispered, looking to Osferth once more before taking your leave.

“Osferth!” You shouted as the monk fell to the ground after he had thrown another off of a horse. You continued to cut down the surrounding Danes to make your way to the monk. “Get up!” You slayed any man that stepped before you with a ferocity that was unmatched. “Get up now, Osferth! You will stand or I will kill you myself! AH!” You kicked a Dane in the balls and shoved your sword through his neck as he hunched over.

“Osferth?” You called again, panting profusely, but the monk did not move from where he fell. The salt of your sweat burned your eyes with each drop that fell from your brows.

“Sihtric!” The man in question whipped his head around to find you. “Clear a path!” There weren’t many Danes left who hadn’t fled with their tails tucked between their legs, but there were still a good number that wished for the glory of Valhalla. Sihtric nodded, clearing any upright Danes as you unburied Osferth from the men who fell above him.

“He lives,” You breathed in relief as your eyes met his. “Get up,” You demanded.

“I cannot,” Osferth’s breaths were heavy and quick as he brought shaking hands to his bleeding abdomen. “My Lady.” The sight took the breath from your lungs, but it didn’t take long to jump into action.

“You must,” You grunted. Osferth shouted in pain as you pulled the larger man to his feet. He leaned heavily on you as you tried to keep him from toppling over. Osferth’s pale facade turned an ashen color from the blood loss and it made you move even quicker. Sihtric cut down anyone who saw you and the injured monk as open targets with little effort.

“I will get you to the healing tent, but you must first have the courage to live!” You grunted as you all but hefted the towering monk over your shoulder. His feet dragged through the mud and muck of the field as you put the last of your energy into getting him to safety.

Sihtric took Osferth’s other shoulder to assist in carrying the half dead man to the tent.

“Empty a cot! Now!” Your voice boomed, striking the woman inside into action.

“Here!” She instructed, allowing Sihtric and you to gently place Osferth onto the furs.

“I need cloth, bandages -anything to stem the bleeding. Quickly,” You instructed Sihtric. The woman who acted as a healer was already overwhelmed, bouncing between the various tents, and you could not afford any wasted time if Osferth was to live.

Shoving his modesty to the side, you started cutting anything off of him that obstructed your view of the wound. Fresh blood quickly coated your shaking hands as it flowed without intention of stopping.

“Find Uhtred. Quickly!” You instructed Sihtric as he dropped an arm full of supplies onto the cot between Osferth’s writhing legs. Sihtric flew out of the tent once more, screams of pain and anguish followed behind him, nipping at his heels.

Osferth fought against you as you pressed a bandage to the gaping wound that resided just under his ribs.

“I know this hurts, but I must stem the flow!” You gritted your teeth as you pressed your weight down on him to stop his thrashing.

Your eyes opened. Inhaling a deep breath through your nose, you groaned at the stiffness in your back from your second night sleeping on the chair next to Osferth’s bed. Fingers deftly rubbed the back of your neck to soothe the pain that lingered. The sky was dark, you noted. Night had fallen. Two candles were lit in the room, basking it in a soft, comfortable glow.

“My lady,” Osferth’s gentle voice startled you. Your head whipped to look at him. “Though I could never repay you for your kindness, you need not waste your time and energy on me. Please.”

“Stop.” You raised a hand to silence Osferth. “Need I remind you that I am no lady. My name will do just fine.” You groaned as you stood, the joints of your spine popping as you extended your arms up in a deep stretch.

“But you are, my Lady,” Osferth groaned as he shifted in the bed uncomfortably. You took a few steps over to help, but he held his hand out to stop you. “You have done enough for me. Please, get some rest. You needn’t worry about me any longer.”

“So it seems.” A moment of silence passed between the both of you before you cleared your throat. “You must be hungry. I will see if I can scrounge anything from the kitchens.” You fled before he had a chance to respond.

Uhtred had left to go on a solo mission. He was adamant that whatever he had to do, he had to do it alone. Though it pained you to not be at his side, as you had sworn you would, you stayed put within the confines of Saltwic.

Osferth had been using the idle time to regain his strength, but the rest of you were going stir-crazy. You did your best to keep your distance from Osferth, more for your own sanity than anything else. You noticed his longing glances, and if you noticed them, then so did Finan and Sihtric. After a nearly successful pillow smothering attempt on Finan’s life, the pair kept their mouths shut regarding any good-natured teasing they threw your way.

It was late into the night during the seventh day of Uhtred’s absence that you sat in the hall before the fireplace. Everyone had gone to bed, leaving you to listen to the rain pitter across the high ceiling as it came down in torrents outside. A cup of ale was clutched in your hands, you felt the warmth of it settle in your belly as you sat on the floor with your back rested against the bench of the table behind you. A quilt was wrapped around your shoulders snugly, bringing a comfort that you longed for. This was the only time you truly got the peace you craved to do absolutely nothing. You didn’t think, you didn’t feel -you just existed and it was a reset you so desperately craved.

“May I?” Osferth’s soft voice broke your silence. Looking up, his face gave away nothing. You nodded, expecting him to sit upon the bench, but he gently lowered himself to the floor beside you with a grunt. When he got situated, you offered your cup to him. He thought for a moment before taking it, the tips of his fingers just brushing against yours as he took it from you. Osferth gulped a mouthful before handing it back to you, nodding in thanks. You set the cup between you before looking back into the fire, pulling the quilt tighter around your shoulders -painfully aware of just how close he sat beside you.

No man, Dane or Saxon, made you feel the way he did with a single glance. When you initially met the shy monk, you did not give him a second glance. He was -is- a holy man, and your past experiences with holy men hadn’t been great up until that point. Beocca excluded.

When Osferth insisted on joining your little rag-tag group, you had scoffed. He would be someone you’d have to constantly babysit as he had no experience with a sword. Why would he? He had God to protect him, you remember thinking ruefully. He took all of the teasing words you all threw at him and let them roll off his back with a grin, and against your will he had grown on you. All of you.

Osferth, with his kindness and willingness to learn and adapt, had become an integral piece of Uhtred’s group of warriors. He had found his place in a world that had shunned him since his birth. As time went on, he had gravitated towards you and all you taught him of wielding a weapon and survival. The once lanky young man had begun to fill out as his own strength grew.

It was noticeable enough for you to give him a second glance when he decided to shyly she’d his robes for the night while you, Osferth, and Finan were camping mid-journey the summer previous. The plains of his abdomen were grooved with muscle definition that was only exacerbated by the shadows the flames of the fire between you casted upon him. A cough from Finan broke your gaze and you didn’t think you blinked for the rest of the night as your brain tried to comprehend just what you were feeling.

You may as well have strapped yourself to a catapult and pulled the lever yourself, for it would’ve felt just as insane as you currently felt.

A monk, you thought to yourself. He wasn’t much of a monk anymore at that point, and he was even less one now.

You brought the edge of the quilt up to over your cheeks, hoping he didn’t catch on to you going through a silent crisis in his presence.

“If I’ve made you uncomfortable, my lady, I will take my leave and return your peace.” Osferth made to get up, but your quick hand stopped him before he made the effort to stand.

With just a single glance, it felt like you were bare before him.

“You do not make me uncomfortable, Osferth.” You decided to forego chastising him over calling you ‘my lady’ as it was a moot point. “Your presence is…comforting.” It was a half truth, not necessarily a lie. His presence was comforting, but your heart felt like it would beat straight through your chest.

“I am pleased to hear it.” He replied with a gentle grin as he looked down at you. He brought his right knee up so he could rest his forearms atop it comfortably.

You wondered what he was thinking in that moment. Did he come out of his room to see solace before the fire as you had? Did he hear you up and make the conscious decision to join you? His face gave away nothing as you looked at his profile as it glowed before the flames.

“May I ask you something, Osferth?” Your voice hasn’t reached above a faint whisper. The peace that settled between the both of you had calmed your heart of its reckless pounding, but you still craved just how intimate this felt.

“Anything, my lady.” His lips tilted at the corner facing you in an almost teasing fashion. You understood then that he continued to call you that because you got a rise out of it. He was teasing you.

“Do you fear me?” Your question hung in the air for a brief moment. Osferth, through his ever growing confidence, turned his head and locked his gentle eyes with yours. The glow of the fire before you illuminated both of your features, casting sharp shadows where the light of the flames did not touch.

“Would you think me weak if I said yes?” Osferth’s words were soft, as was his expression. You were the first to break contact, your eyes moving to the fire, then down to your hands, once more picking over the inked skin in your palm.

“No,” You breathed, looking back up to Osferth earnestly. “I have never thought you as weak, Osferth. Foolish in the beginning, perhaps, but never weak.” You licked your bottom lip in nervousness, your anxieties trying to take over. He chuckled breathily as he saw your foot shake anxiously. He let his leg fall flat next to your leg and tapped your shaking foot with his. You looked back to Osferth and he was already watching you.

It was strange for Osferth to see your stone facade crack. For the time he’d known you, up until very recently, you were unshakable. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what the glances you gave him meant. He knew why you were watching him in the battlefield that day, why you were there to pull him out. Why you had saved his life when he would have surely died otherwise. Osferth felt the bloom of affection swell in his chest. His longing wasn’t quite so…noticeable. Or so he thought. Finan and Uhtred’s hawk-like gazes caught every glance he threw in your direction, every proud look he graced you with. Osferth had eyes for you and only you, and you were too stuck in your own mind to see it.

You continued, “I do hope you understand that if there is ever a man to walk this realm without fear of me…it is you, Osferth.” You confessed. Osferth held his breath as he stared at you with his jaw dropped ever so slightly.

“Me?” He found the courage to speak. Emotions were swirling within him in a tsunami. The waves of possible rejection were receding, and hope surged forward in an unrelenting crash.

“Yes.” You took a moment to gather your thoughts as they fled your mind. “You are not like them, Osferth.” He knew the reference was to your companions and he couldn’t help but deflate just a little at your words. You still saw him as less than, he thought. The hope that had surged just moments prior had all but left as he thought on what you said.

Osferth was far from a true warrior, he’d admit, but he did his very best with each day to grow stronger, faster, and more cunning. Training alongside you, with your guidance, had pushed him to want to be the warrior that was worthy of just a glance from you, and he felt as if he had been stabbed through his heart to learn that it wasn’t enough.

“Though you try to be like them, I wish you wouldn’t.” Oh, he thought in confusion. You let a few more moments pass between you.

Osferth waited on baited breath for every word that left your lips. A sharp gasp left his lips as you brought a hand to his chest and pushed it against his heart gently. Oh, he realized. You could feel the beating of his heart increase instantly.

“There is something within you, Osferth. Something good -pure- that takes a hold of me in moments such as this.” Your voice cracked and Osferth saw tears line your kohl lined eyes as his hands came to cup over yours on his chest affectionately. “So close, yet just far enough that I cannot reach.”

“My Lady,” There wasn’t a teasing tilt of his lips as he said it.

“Do not, Osferth.” You begged, rolling your eyes up to stop the tears from falling. You tried to bring your hand back, but Osferth held true, not allowing you to retreat when you had given him a shred of a rope to grasp onto. His hands held yours to his chest with purpose, looking into your eyes as he spoke.

“It is there for you to take,” He offered humbly, eyes pleading with you to understand his words. He was yours, and would always be yours.

“You do not mean that.”

“I do,” He breathed your name “Before the eyes and ears of God, I speak only the truth. My heart is yours. It has been for some time.” You shook your head, turning away from Osferth and pulling your hand from him.

“A heart as pure as yours is deserving of more than I can give.” You reasoned.

“You do not know that.”

“I do.” You argued vehemently. “It is you who does not know whom you give your affects so freely to.” The quilt was wrapped around you once more as a form of protection.

“Do you hold affection for me?” Osferth boldly asked.

“You know I do. You wouldn’t be sitting here if you thought otherwise.”

“Then why do you not allow yourself to receive mine?”

“Because I have been tainted in ways you could never imagine.” Your voice rose. “While Uhtred was sold into slavery with a shipmaster, I was not so lucky.” Tears slipped from your eyes as you curled further into yourself.

“Is this why you flee from me? You are ashamed of something tragic that befell you? That was of no fault of your own?” Osferth’s gentle touch met your chin to tilt your head in his direction. A deep sadness flooded his eyes as your lip trembled. “Have you spoken to anyone about what happened to you?”

“Uhtred knows…but Lady Gisela was the only one to truly know what I went through.” Osferth’s heart cracked at the mention of Gisela. A truly kind woman who only treated those around her with respect unless given reason otherwise. She was sorely missed.

Osferth pulled you to him, slotting your cocooned body between his legs and held your back to his chest. You were careful of disturbing his still healing wound as Osferth’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and held you tightly to him.

Osferth nestled his chin on your shoulder boldly. His lips were so close to your ear that you felt the vibrations as he spoke.

“I will take all that you will afford me and I will want for nothing more, my Lady. You will never bear this burden alone, so long as I live. I promise you this.”

“You would damn your soul?”

“I would ask for forgiveness, should he require it of me. God is forgiving. He is just. He is understanding…” Osferth looked into your eyes. “He would not turn me from you when it is He who led me on a path to you.”

One of your hands snaked out of the quilt and nudged itself between Osferth’s just over your chest. His fingers immediately intertwined with yours and he bravely kissed the side of your head, just above your ear. It was short and quick, but you felt like you were ascending.

“You would tempt it? With your God?” You questioned, turning your head ever so slightly to look at him.

“I would.” He replied without hesitation. His eyes lowered to your lips and he leaned down to rest his forehead against the side of yours.

“I would not ask this if you.” You whispered, your lips a hair’s width from his.

“Then do not ask.” Osferth closed the space and let his lips meet yours. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and intimate. Your hand untangled from his and found purchase on the column of his neck. His skin was soft and warm against your fingertips. His hands mirrored yours, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he could while his lips continued to take all they could from you.

Osferth could not believe the soft mewls you breathed against his open mouth, nor could he believe that this was truly happening. He was ready for the rug to be pulled out from beneath his, for his eyes to open from the dream he had so many times before where he confessed to you and caressed you into the late hours of the night.

You were the first to break free. Resting your forehead against his, both of you panted as you braved yourselves. Neither of you loosened your hold on one another as you caught your breath. Osferth pulled back just far enough to press a kiss between your brows. He let his lips linger for a moment before guiding your head down to rest on his chest.

Opening the quilt, you wrapped it around his torso with you sandwiched between. Not a single word was shared the remainder of the night as you both lulled to sleep. Osferth’s hands found themselves either nestled between your own or skimming up and down your back in comforting motions. By the time he closed his eyes, you were already asleep and the fire was dying down.

“Found ‘em.” Finan alerted Sihtric in a whisper as he rounded the table in the hall. He stared down at you and Osferth cradled in each others arms. Both early risers, you’d somehow slept through most of the morning and hadn’t moved as much as an inch in the night. Sihtric raised a dark brow at the scene before him when he stood next to Finan.

“Should we wake them?” Sihtric asked, looking to Finan.

“Nah, let’s just leave ‘em be.” He smiled conspiratorially at Sihtrid, who slowly mirrored his look. “There’ll be plenty of time for teasin’ when they decide to wake their lazy arses up.”

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Overstimulation || Kakashi x reader

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Note: Hey y'all I'm back! 🤗 I just wanted to apologize for not being so active lately. Still feeling guilty for not posting and not keeping y'all updated. Still can't believe my last post was actually over a year ago!, I promise that I'll upload part 3 of 'first chance; gaara x reader" ASAP! I'm still very much grateful that the series is getting lots of attention lately, Again. I hope i didn't upset anyone for the long wait.

Content warning: NSFW!! Make up sex, Unprotected sex, overstimulation, Use of pet names, Praise kink, Angst, mentions of breakup.

Pairing: Kakashi x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.1k

(Ignore any word errors if you find any or let me know so I can find them and fix it, Thank you and enjoy!!)

"Please Kakashi" You panted out as your grip on the bed sheets tightened. Making your knuckles turn white from the painful pleasure you were receiving from him. Your legs currently shaking from the last orgasm you had not too long ago, the heels of your feet pressing against his lower back. The pleasure was too much, your body felt like it was on fire, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

You arched your back when you felt his tip rubbing against your overstimulated sweet spot you loved so much. The last orgasm you had left your body really sensitive, it still somehow left you wondering how much stamina this man had. "Kakashi Stop" Your pleading falling upon deaf ears, he didn't stop, in fact he was do the exact opposite, already picking up the pace when he was told to stop. No words came out of him, the only thing that was leaving his lips were panting and moaning.

He was close to his release and you knew it, his body was giving you all the signals. His grip on your thigh tightened as his thumb went down to your sensitive clit. Rubbing the swollen bud in small fast circles causing your cunt to tense up around him. His body leaned closer to you as his hips lost the rhythm, his body shaked when you felt his dick slightly pulsing inside you, spilling his cum deep inside you for the second time tonight.

A satisfied sigh left his mouth as he was beginning to pull out of you. Cold air blowing against his half-hard dick that was completely covered in your slick. Already missing the warmth of your wet pussy. Kakashi mustering the last of his strength to keep himself from collapsing on top of you. His face moved closer to yours until his lips brushed against yours, the kiss was slow and sensual, the ones you love the most and the ones you've missed. Your hands letting go of the bedsheets and wrapping your arms around his neck and playfully running your fingers through his sweaty silver hair.

His hands curiously moving around different parts of your body, mostly going for the sensitive areas. His fingers gently pinching one of your nipples, already aware of how swollen they've become since he knew he played with them a bit too rough earlier.

His kisses soon moved down to your jawline and began nibbling of the soft flesh of your neck. A soft moan escaped your lips when he licked and sucked on that particular spot on your neck that always sends your nerves tingling. Causing your hips to grind against him to give your needy cunt more friction it craved.

Detaching his lips from your skin with a low pant leaving his mouth when he felt your pussy grinding up against his cock.

He felt his dick grow hard from the sudden movement from your body. He slowly backed up to get a better view of your face, seeing that you looked back with your half lidded eyes. You were exhausted, he knew your limit but he still went ahead and fucked you until it had you begging for him to stop. He knew you had enough but a part of him wondered if you could take another orgasm.

He slowly began to reposition himself closer to your body until his lips met your ear. "Just one more time princess, I'm sure you can take it" He coos as he guides his pink rosey tip over your folds and positions it to your abused hole. Barely pushing past your tight entrance and it already had you whimpering.

"Kashi, I don't think i can" you whined as you felt him pushing himself inside you with ease. Your tight walls stretching out to adjust to his intrusion. Hearing him moan against your ear as his cock entered you completely. His length once again surrounded by your warm pussy. Your eyes fluttering shut as his hips began to rock against your own. Settling a slow and gentle pace, aware of the current state you were in.

You bit your bottom lip trying to suppress a moan when you felt his tip give slow kisses at your cervix.

"Am I hurting you?" Kakashi asked as his pace slowly increased a little. You didn't know what response to give, your walls ached from the overstimulation but nonetheless it did feel good. Still biting back your moan, only a soft whine was all you could manage as you shook your head, signaling him that he wasn't inflicting any pain on you.

He continued his rhythm, only speeding up when he seen you drop your head back down on the pillows and hearing his name leave your lips, his mind was so full of lust and need. He misses you everyday but could never bring himself to tell you, knowing that all this will soon come to an end. He knew he'd be lying to himself if he said that he wasn't feeling guilty about doing this with you. But he just couldn't bring himself to stop all of it, he still loves you and would never want to lose you more than he already did.

Two weeks ago you two had a very nasty fight which lead to the breakup, there's going to be a ninja war coming sooner than he imagined. He lost mostly everyone he ever cared about and he didn't want you to be another grave to visit everyday. Then there was a day when he brought up the topic, explaining how dangerous it would be out there and he wanted you to stay in the village where it was safe, when you refused you soon realized that it wasn't a request, it was an order.

You stood your ground which also lead to an argument, one Kakashi knew he could never take back. He's said some words that hurt you really bad, he called you weak and defenseless, saying that you won't survive a day out there. It struck a nerve, it was your first time hearing him underestimate your abilities as a shinobi. You knew he was scared of losing you but what he said was out of line.

When you initiated that it would be best if you two gave each other some space to let things cool down, you still somehow found yourself tangled in the sheets with the silver haired man every night.

You missed him too, and wanted him to come back to you but not like this. You also knew that this was wrong to do, that this wasn't the way to work things out. Every time he invites himself to your home, you try to stop it before it gets out of hand but yet you still welcome it with a wet cunt.

-

When you two finished the last round of the night. You both just sat there in silence, you had a blanket covering your naked form and Kakashi just sat at the edge of your bed, fully clothed and ready to leave. You wanted to tell him what has been bothering you for the last couple of days, hoping that he'd hear you out before disappearing and leaving you to clean yourself up. You've gone through the motions more than you can count, you know what comes next after this.

"I know what you're going through is a lot right now but I just need to know something.." Your nerves acting up as you hesitated for a moment when he turned to look at you. You squeezed the blanket to ease your anxiety before you built the courage to speak again. "Every time you come here, you never at least try to fix our problems. You hardly ever speak a word to me, it hurts me to see that all you come here for is just sex, you never even apologized for what you said to me.."

Tears started to roll down your cheeks, it was becoming a little too overwhelming for you. "Every night you just come here for a quick fuck and then you leave, is that all what I'm worth to you?" Your voice cracked slightly, a sob leaving your lips. Your vision becoming blurry as more tears formed and dripped down on the bedsheets.

He said nothing, just staring at you with a blank expression. He wanted to say something but he feared that he'd say something he'll definitely regret, he didn't want to hurt you more than he already did, especially when your assumption made it clear to him that you think that way about him. He had so much to say but had no way of forming his feelings into words, He wanted to work things out as much as you did but never had the courage to stop this nightly routine you both had started.

"When we argued that night, I was just filled with so much anger and fear. I was scared I'd lose you but then i realized that I already did, this may be a shitty apology but I'm sorry for what i said to you. I never meant to call you any of that, and believe me when I say that there isn't a minute where I haven't thought about apologizing to you." He spoke quietly, his voice still loud enough for you to hear.

"Every night when i go out through that window, I stand there and listen to you cry yourself to sleep, I hate for what I did to you, and just to think that I made things worse by making you assume that all I come here for is just sex, makes me feel like a terrible person." His words echoed in your mind, giving you a little hope that at least something could be salvaged between you two.

He reached out and cupped your cheek, wiping away your dried up tears. "I love you Y/N, I love you so much that it hurts me to see you like this."

"I love you too, Kashi." You said back to him, earning a masked smile. Seeing him smile in general was something you missed, also hearing him say that he loves you was something that you'll never get used to.

-

"You should get some sleep, I really pushed you past your limits tonight. I would love it if we speak more about this tomorrow afternoon, as to right now I don't have any missions this week. I want to use this time to fix what I've ruined" He said as he got up from the edge of the bed and leaned in closer to you, a clothed kiss pressed on your forehead.

Once he was about to leave, you quickly got up and grabbed his sleeve. Causing him to turn around to look at you, "It's really late, I'd like it a lot if you stayed with me tonight." You spoke softly to him, hoping he'd agree to spend the night with you. Why would he ever refuse such an offer?

He willingly accepted, pulling down his mask for a kiss, his arms wrapped around your waist. Attempting to keep you as close as possible now that he knows he has a chance to work things out with you. Something he should have done from the beginning instead of insulting you and guilt tripping you into staying in the village.

He just felt like he didn't deserve the second chance he was given, not after what he had done to you. He just loves and hates how forgiving you are, one of the many reasons he fell in love with you. He's so selfish trying to keep you to himself, even when you two 'broke up' he wanted to remind you that you still belonged to him and him only.

A smile formed on your face, inviting him back into your bed. Pulling him into the covers where his body laid on top of yours, his head resting on your chest, his arms hugging your back. His eyes scanning your facial features, seeing nothing but that beautiful smile he always loves. Sometimes he wonders how he ended up with a kind and beautiful woman like you, to him it felt like he did nothing to deserve it.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to keep him as close as possible, until you felt your eyelids grow heavy. Exhaustion fully taken over, your heart still pounded in your chest to the full realization that you gotten Kakashi back, you smiled to yourself as your fingers raked through his messy silver locks.

You whispered a goodnight to him but never heard a response, just hearing silence in your room but soon was filled by light snoring coming from Kakashi. You slightly chuckled to the fact that he fell asleep first when he's usually the one to always stay up, soon your eyes closed, falling asleep too. Yet thoughts of Kakashi still pulsed through your mind, how lucky you are to have him in your life.

♛ Another reminder that I'm currently working on part three for gaara x reader, again. Sorry for the long wait 🥺.

[catadromously]

please tell me more about the alterhuman thing in your recent post (whether your experience or things in general) if you are comfortable! i would love to know more. i know very little about it other than some brief descriptions from impersonal online sources, but the way your blog mentions tiny things here and there like blurring human/animal divisions, or conscious/nonliving or even tangible/conceptual things makes me feel seen, so i imagine the alterhuman topic would not be so foreign a concept to me or other tumblr users in this sort of niche :)

no indeed! alterhumanity is a term encompassing nonhuman identities of all sorts; most well-known are probably the -kin people with specific creature identities, but the umbrella is wide. my experience is not otherkin and I have no specific nonhuman being to point to. I'm simply nonhuman in general. I just am. I'm an Entity, Creature, Visitor, Other, and have been my whole life.

alterhumanity can also involve partial (or, uh, altered) human identity, and thus, like a fair few other alterhumans out there, I see myself as partially - or at least functionally - human as well! I understand myself alongside "disguised as human" or "chosen human" or "caught between worlds" narratives; as long as I can remember I've felt this ... almost painful seen-ness and protectiveness over those sorts of characters when I encounter them in fiction. I think the best label description of my alterhumanity is generally nonhuman and Chimera or Chosen Human archetrope. archetropy my beloved...

now I do know exactly why I'm like this, and yes, it is the autism. big shocker. I'm sure I'll see some fellow autistics nodding along when I say that for many and multifarious reasons my experience of the world, through most of life, was not conducive to the formation of a human self-identity. simple as that. that's psychological alterhumanity for you, babey! sometimes it's felt practical, sometimes deeply painful and othering, but now, after a whole damn lot of Stuff and Happenings, I find it freeing. I've made the choice to embrace and embody my alterhumanity and my position as a Visitor and Chimera to the human sphere. I like it here. I'm here to stay, in my Other self, in my beloved improbable human life. I am cringe, yes, and I am free.

sometimes I run across people complaining about alterhumans (and especially -kin) as some kind of deeply embroiled online-exclusive microphenomenon, and I have to laugh a little. you know, all of these people probably already know someone like me, just out here chugging along in our normal-ass lives, being creatures. we're elders and children, we have families and friends and careers, we can be super obvious about our identities, or nonchalant, or secretive. we're everywhere!

if you've got an alterhuman in your life, say hi to them for me today, ok? tell them an internet stranger wants them to know they're never alone in this.

<3

[cawyden-gaming]

Christopher Tester (Heinrix VA) voice acting a part of my fanfiction Immortalium.

It is a scene that isn’t posted yet that follows the game event in act 4 where the Rogue Trader can disappear again on a companion quest (spoiler for the companion below and in the video).

While sadly not in the game, I think we can imagine the emotions Heinrix must be going through at this moment:

He is angry with himself, that he wasn't able to prevent this from happening, angry with whoever is responsible for the Rogue Trader to disappear

He is emotionally hurt and in great pain as he just lost the woman (again), that he fell in love with

The sheer helplessness that he can't do anything to help her come back

There are moments where he clinges on hope and where he tries to keep control over his emotions, to distance himself from the pain like he always does

He is remorseful over things he said and did that hurt her, and the missed opportunities to make it right (this is specific for my fanfic)

The voiced scene is Heinrix trying to write a letter to his beloved Rogue Trader, even if his words might never reach her. While writing, he voices his thoughts about the whole ordeal.

I hope you enjoy Christophers very emotional performance as much as I did:

The whole text (as I mentioned, this is while he is trying to write a letter):

“Dear… no.”

“Lord Captain...”

“I... I lost you.”

“And now we are dragged against our will along the unpredictable currents of the warp, unable to steer a path of our own, to break away into realspace once again, a plaything of volatile forces. But we shouldn't even be here, it wasn't planned and the usual protocols and rituals were not done. What were you and Lady Cassia doing in the sanctum? Why was no one else informed? What were you hiding? Would you have told me if things had been different between us?”

“No. No! Right on this ship, right under my nose ... what am I not seeing?”

“Gone. How many hours have I spent in front of this accursed painting, looking for a sign, a trace, wondering if something would drag me through it like it did with you? Granting me relief by uniting me with you or a slow death of agony in the horrors of the warp.”

“Nothing. Despite everything I tried, everything I did, all the investigations, interrogations...can you believe that I even asked Idira for help, to listen to the voices in the warp against my better knowledge and judgement, still leaving me with nothing that brings me closer to you, to help you return.”

“What good is the authority of my position, years of experience that refined my skills and abilities, all my collected knowledge, even my sorcery, if it can't help me protect or save the one who matters most to me?”

“Trap after trap after trap we went through - with open eyes. Even the one I knew was coming. Whatever happened now, took me by complete surprise. It shouldn't have.”

“I can't sleep and I am too tired to think clearly anymore. I am at a loss.”

“No. Focus, van Calox. I won't give up - there must be an explanation, a solution, a better way than just waiting for another miracle to happen. I have to do something, anything to bring you back. It can't end like this.”

“Every day can be the last … I learned this lesson far too well – why didn't I act like it? Letting valuable time run through my fingers as if we had eternity to spend. As if there was for sure a tomorrow to tell you what I need you to know, to make things right, to get another chance to hold you, to be with you.”

“I only ever wanted to protect you. I failed. Again. Trying to keep you safe but all I accomplished was to push you away and to hurt your feelings in the process. I was blinded by revenge against the Xenos, for all the pain and suffering they had inflicted upon us. By my concern and fear it could happen again. If I had done things differently maybe... but now it's too late.”

“Hope. How often is it used as a tool, perverted in a cruel attempt to increase the pain of suffering? I have seen it countless times. Did it myself. And yet, it is all I have left. I hope for your safe return. For another chance for both of us, one I would dare not waste again.”

“Commoragh. We returned, against all odds. Maybe we were just pawns in a game of gods. I like to believe the Emperor watched over us in this forsaken place. I hope he still watches over you and helps you return once more, wherever you are. Because I, apparently, can't.”

“Please come back to me.”

[christiannerd]

IBS is a disability

TW for discussion/vent about how a disability affects me, and mention of having to hide pain

Disclaimer: I am new to Tumblr, and have yet to watch an etiquette video. If I have accidentally said or done anything I wasn't supposed to, it was entirely unintentional, and I deeply apologize. I will correct it as soon as I am made aware.

Warning: long post ahead (under the cut)

IBS should be considered a disability. I know a bunch of people in the disabled community online already consider it one, but legally it's not considered one.

Sure, im still able to have a job and do my school work, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make those things harder than it would be for someone who's digestive system isn't a mine field.

What happens when I have a flare-up at work? Which, by the way, has happened before. I can't just take a 2 hour bathroom break in the middle of my 8 hour shift! So I just stand there. in pain. ignoring the pain. keeping that customer-service smile on my face so the customers don't notice I'm in pain.

One time (before I had my meds, so the pain was a lot worse back then too) I was working a shift and my boss stationed me in the elevator. Literally the most useless job I could have been given, I was just there to press the buttons for customers. (I had a more important role at one specific spot in the shift, but that lasted like 5 minutes). I had a flareup towards the beginning of that shift. I could tell this was going to be a multi-hour bathroom visit, so I couldn't do anything about it until I got off work. I was in so much pain that I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. But of course, I couldn't do that. I had to stand there, and smile, and keep working. So not only was I having to smile through the judgemental stares and comments bc I was being paid to press elevator buttons, but I had to ignore being in agonizing physical pain as well.

Its not that my IBS stops me from having a job, but it probably effects my performance at my job. Who can focus in that much pain? Sure that day focus wasn't really an issue bc I was just pressing elevator buttons, but in any other position it would have been a major problem. And if I dealt with the problem to make the pain go away, I'd lose several hours of work, on a consistent basis, and probably be fired for it.

And as far as school, hygine, and social life goes, I lose several hours out of my day, every day, to being stuck in the bathroom trying desperately to make the pain go away. You think that doesn't effect my ability to find time for homework? You think that doesn't effect my ability to make it to class? You think that doesn't effect my ability to take care of my body in other ways?

I very often have to choose between going to class or taking a shower, because the time I was suppose to be in the shower, I was on the toilet. I often have to choose between getting my homework done, and spending time with friends, because the time I was supposed to be doing homework, I was stuck in the bathroom. I know homework vs social life is a common time balancing problem for students, but for most people it's "less time with friends to get the homework done", but for me it's very often "no time with friends to get the homework done". It's so isolating. If I didn't see these people at church, and at club meetings, I'd probably never get to see them. (and yes, I have missed or been late to those bc of my IBS as well)

My IBS has kept me up until the middle of the night before. It's made me miss class. It's made me late to things. It's made me miss exams! (Thank goodness my professors were understanding enough to let me take it another time).

The only ways I can manage my IBS is by taking meds, and/or severely restricting my diet. My pills help me be able to avoid some of the pain from eating food, but like any disability aid, it doesn't help 100%. Without my meds, most vegetables are completely out of the question. So is a long list of fruits, and so many other things. Even tea hurts me! Coffee too! Meds help, but I'm still in pain. Less pain, but still pain. And im still spending hours in the bathroom. 1-2 hours at a time, instead of 3-4, but it's still countable in terms of hours.

This is a lifelong condition that I was born with. If any other part of my body was effecting me this way, no one would doubt that I'm disabled. Heck, this effects me more than some of the recognized disabilities that I have! How is this not a disability?