#its about and then say actually this is okay too because

[rhinocio]

Okay. Pause.

The vast majority of this conflict boils down to a cultural shift designed by the capitalist teachings of Web 2.0; us old cronies are used to fandom being a sandbox we built ourselves and all play in, and our little siblings are used to everything on the net being a transaction. The author is the Content Creator, and we who are not writing are the Consumers.

On literally every other webpage, it's become un faux pas to leave commentary or post reactions or bring notice to yourself at all if you are not the Creator. Trying to connect with the Creator is cringe and attention-seeking. For the love of all that is holy, don't fucking talk to them. You are the Consumer. Nobody wants to hear what you have to say. Keep your opinions to yourself. Share them only in private with friends. Get off the stage.

Hey, fandom olds: nobody means any harm. Be gentle in your coaxing.

Hey, fandom youngs: literally every gotdamn artist on the web is desperate to hear your thoughts!!! Your infodumps!! Your keyboard smashes!! This sandbox the author is constructing is yours to play in too. They want people - including you!! - to come over and pick up the toys and talk about the concept with them. They want you to be part of the storytelling!!!

Staying "out of the way" on AO3 is the opposite of manners, and that's the opposite of what literally every other social media has taught. Fandom space was, before capitalism got its hands on it, the place for all the weird people to meet other weird people and talk about the weird stuff they liked. Creators and consumers were equally important. One can't exist without the other.

But unlike in the consumerist model, fandom is not a pay-to-play space. It is not. It has never been.

You are helping your community and ensuring the future of fandom when you go "fdhslfhsdkfsdf" on a fic you like. Every click of a kudos button is a thank you. Waltzing into your favourite creator's DMs and going "we've never spoken but I'm going to drop fifteen screencaps of the convo me and my buddies had about your fic on Discord" is equivalent to handing them a bajillion dollars.

AO3 is the site made for this. The comment box is there and as huge as it is so that you can have full-on conversations with the author. So take up space on AO3. Take up as much as you want. Take up space on any site where you see people creating. Be weird on main. Tell the people that make you nice things that you like the nice things, because they're also a weirdo who'd love to "fdhslfhsdkfsdf" about the fic you're into.

And invite them to the party, maybe. Chances are they'd actually be down to be friends AND make more of the thing you like. Potentially even with you.

We're all weird, and we're all scared of rejection. I get you. But if you want to have a community, you have to contribute. Consumer or creator or both.

someone I follow on the bird app just announced they’re starting a very exclusive private fic server because they and a bunch of other people want to talk about how much they love the fics they’re reading, and as an author can I just say that a really great place to talk about a fic you love is in the comments for that fic

I understand that people are trying to create safe spaces, but as the number of comments that I get on my fics dwindles with each passing year, knowing these spaces exist where my fics are being discussed, places that I am excluded from, makes me want to write fic LESS

I mean I guess who cares, right, because if I stop writing, there’s 10,000 other people that will continue…but if you participate in a fic “book club” server and you say nice things there about a fic you loved, maybe copy and paste that into a comment on AO3?

the only thing fanfic writers are asking for in return for hours of hard work is attention. please don’t rob us of the one thing that we hope for when we hit “post”

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Ours Together pt 3

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Word Count: 8k

Notes: Agatha All Along Spoilers, canon typical violence, angst, fluff, intimacy bordering on smut but no actual smut, happy ending, everyone survives

Summary: Things get rocky between the coven as they work to get through the rest of trials and off of the road. It begins to feel like Agatha, Rio, and their fallen angel versus the rest of the witches.

An: Took me awhile to write this one, but it is longer than the other parts. This is the final chapter of Ours Together, so I hope you guys enjoyed. Feel free to like, reply, reblog, and slide into my inbox with any questions about this fic. Thank you for reaading 🫶.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist

You were trying to find a way to be ok with leaving Agatha behind. The argument that the road wasn’t real, wasn’t working anymore. Not when you could remember the feeling of your wings being severed.

“Looks like the next trial is up ahead.”

A cabin. It’s disarming enough, but you knew better. A glamorous home, and the gates of heaven were both omens on this trail.

“Let’s get this over with,” you mumble entering the wooden structure.

You were uninterested in what was to transpire until you came to the understanding that this was Agatha’s trial. That information made you focus more on quickly executing the task.

Learning that you had to Ouija was disappointing. Due to your previous affiliation you were not allowed to touch the boards. If an angel were too touch a Ouija board there was a chance that their soul would get lost with the others.

So you watched on edge as the others did the board. You couldn’t help, but laugh a little when Agatha pretended to be possessed. You even laughed a bit when board said that Death was here with you. However your laughter completely stopped when it kept spelling out punish Agatha.

When she let go of the board you knew it was going to be all bad. The witches in the coven turned on her pretty quickly.

“It’s clear what we have to do, punish Agatha.”

“Try again because you’re not touching her,” you kept your voice low and calm.

You could feel their eyes on you.

“Y/n it’s what the trial wants. You should know-”

You stop them there, “You’re right, I do know because I had to have my wings cut off. What I learned is what happens in these trials is painfully real. So I dare you to touch her.”

Rio stands by your side, arm loosely hanging over your shoulder, “I’m on her side.”

“That’s not fair. Agatha has literal Death and The Fallen Angel protecting her, what are we supposed to do?” Jen throws her hands up in exasperation.

It starts a bickering amongst everyone. They all send looks your way. It's not something you mind anymore. You had gotten used to hostile starts a long while ago.

“What if it's the only way?” Agatha says just so the two of you can hear.

“We will find another way,” Rio reassures the woman.

That's when the lights go dark. You stay close to Rio, forming an outward facing circle with the rest. Agatha had vanished from her spot.

“Agatha,” you call her name tentatively.

Its not until Teen flashes his light at the ceiling that you see a clearly possessed Agatha drop down. Everyone screams at her appearance.

“What the fuck?” Slips out of your mouth as you watch your lover crawl and swing her arms around.

“Sweetheart, you okay?” Rio calls out tentatively.

“Oh my god.”

Agatha has Jen in her hold before anyone can do anything about it. You all try to get her to loosen her grip, but nothing works until Lilia hits the lights. Once she does you and Rio become frantic as Agatha disappears again.

“Agatha! Where is she, alright? Where is she!” Rio’s frustration grows.

You take her hand in yours, silently. Your eyes wandering the room because you’re still trying to find Agatha as well.

“What’s that?” Teen says as a almost translucent cloud forms in front of the stairs.

Your frown deepens, “A ghost.”

“I hate ghosts,” Rio grumbles as the image of a woman who is familiar to the both of you materializes.

Lilia asks the ghosts who she is. Evanora, answers and you can’t hide your look of irritation.

When Agatha speaks up from her spot on the stairs you feel relief wash over you. She’s ok, you breathe a little easier. Simultaneously, your heart breaks as you watch her pretend to be nonchalant about her mother possessing her.

“You must finish the road without Agatha, leave her with me.”

“No, no way!” Rio’s eyes burn into the ghost.

“Weren’t you guys fighting at some point before all this?”

You glare stays on Evanora, “Yeah, well, her mother can’t have her.”

The ghost floats towards Rio, who takes a step back. You block Evanora’s path, your eyes taking on that dangerous black color.

“Mom? Why do you hate me still?” Agatha comes down the stairs to question her mother with a vulnerability that you didn’t think anyone else would ever see.

“You were born evil. I ought to have killed you the moment you left my body.”

When you see a tear slide down Agatha’s face, you lose it. While the rest of the coven is taken aback by Evanora’s harsh words, you weigh your options.

“We have to go,” Jen says, turning to leave Agatha behind.

Agatha pleas are genuine as they fall from her lips, “Please take me with you. Don’t go. Don’t leave me with her I can be good. Please!”

“NO ONE IS LEAVING!” Your voice shakes the walls as you speak.

Jen tries to take a step forward, but she can’t in fact no one in the room can move freely except for you, Rio, and Agatha.

Evanora sees your display of power and tries to hide herself in Agatha’s body.

“Oh no you don’t, you raggedy bitch.”

You’re quick to lay your wrists against each other and open your palms outward. The magic that emits is black just like your wings. The power hits the ghost. She lets out a cry of agony, looking wildly around as her soul is being melted away by your magic.

“Holy shit,” Teen says as they all watch it unfold.

“You’re a fool. An angel ripped from heaven because of my daughter’s sinister impact, yet you protect her. She doesn't love you, she's incapable. She’s evil reincarnated, she will never-” Evanora’s ramble is quick and panicked as she begins to fade from existence.

You let up on your attack just to get closer to her. You squat down to her level, “Being in love with Agatha is one of the best things that could've ever happened to me. I will never regret it. She has always been good to me, even when I haven’t deserved it. For what you’ve done to her, I will erase you from every plane of existence because you, Evanora Harkness deserve a fate worse than eternal damnation.”

Your wings come out without your permission, making the moment look like something from a movie. With a single hand you begin unleashing your power on the ghost again. Your eyes, black and unblinking, your wings spread wide, your body firm in it’s place as you watch the ghost squirm underneath you.

Her words are incoherent as the screams take over. Her eyes begging for any other fate than this. You black magic drowning her out, until nothing is left. The screams are gone, her soul is gone. Not resting, not in a better place, or a worse place, just gone.

The trial had ended and the exit makes itself present yet, everyone is still frozen in place. Not by your voice, but by what they had just witnessed. Slowly you stand from your spot. Though you want to comfort Agatha, you turn your attention to the coven.

“If you ever think about leaving Agatha behind, I will kill you. I don’t care how old you are, I don’t care about what you want from the road, I do not give a single fuck about your feelings. I honestly hoped you’d shoot your magic at Agatha and just fucking die, but no we have to be on this stupid fucking road,” your anger rises with each word you speak.

“Y/n,” Agatha is gentle as she calls your name.

You shake your head, “Let’s just go.”

You march out of the exit with Agatha and Rio following behind you, and the rest following behind them.

“Sweetheart, I did say we'd go after one more trial,” Rio is careful as she speaks with you, back on the road.

“I’m not leaving her with them. If you have to go then go,” you can feel your jaw clench.

“Hey, I’m not the one who was going to abandon our girl, don't snap at me,” Rio says.

You take a deep breath, “Sorry, that just really pissed me off.”

“I know, I don’t think I remember the last time you destroyed a soul like that,” you can see the worry in her eyes as she looks at you.

“She deserved it. That woman was a piece of shit. Nothing she said was true,” you look at Agatha, who had been uncharacteristically quiet.

“Agatha,” Rio calls her name but she doesn’t answer. “Agatha,” she tries again more firm this time still nothing.

Its not until Death stands directly in front of the woman, her hands on the others shoulder, that Agatha reacts to her.

“I think we should camp for the night,” Rio says softly, and Agatha nods.

You turn to face the coven. They stop as soon as you turn, “Set up camp.”

“We always set it up, while you the go rendezvous for however long you want,” Teen talks back to you.

“Kid, don’t start with me,” your tone has a warning edge to it.

“No, I think I will. You’re not even a witch, why should we listen to you about the witches’ road?”

You roll your eyes, “You don’t know half as much as I do about the witches’ road.”

He stands his ground, “I’ve studied the ballad, I have notes. I am a witch.”

“ I’ve studied the ballad. I have notes. Blah blah blah,” you mock him.

Your words stir something inside the boy. Something that has the magic simmering at the edge of his fingers.

“I bet it was a harsh reality to deal with, once you realized you’d never go back to heaven. Considering that's probably where Nicholas went.”

It happens too quickly for anyone to stop you. You shove the teenager against a tree with an unimaginable amount of force. The tree cracks under the impact. You have two fistfuls of his shirt, tightly wound in your grip.

Your breathing is erratic and your eyes are once again black. The witches around you are screaming and pleading, but you aren’t focused on them.

“You don't get to speak about him like you know him. No one here knows him. You don't know what happened, so stop hypothesizing about my son’s death. It will get you killed, boy.”

“Y/n, let him go,” Agatha’s voice breaks through all the others.

You don’t get the chance to release the boy, as you feel yourself being repelled away from him. The magic is strong enough to push you off, but you don't fall down.

His hands are glowing with blue sparks and you see a crown forming around his head.

“Look who’s grown,” you don't back down from him.

“More than you can say for you son.”

You growl, “DOWN.”

The road seems to shift with your voice. The teen hits his knees. His magic vanishes from his hands. You don’t let him get the chance to speak before you blast him with your power.

He screams, but you don’t care. You stalk closer to him. You can feel hands on you trying to pull you back from him. Yet your vision is tunneled in on him. You strike him with your magic once more and he doubles over.

“Y/n look at me baby.”

Rio stands in your way, blocking you from the teen. You ignore her words but reach for her waist. You grab her dagger and hold it against the boy’s neck.

“You know what losing my son taught me, kid? Sometimes, boys just die,” a single tear rolls down your cheek as you smile sadistically at him.

“Can’t you do something to stop her?” Jen says.

“She’ll kill him,” Alice follows.

“Working on it,” Rio says, gears turning in her head, hoping to find a solution.

“It’s not his time,” Lilia murmurs.

You add pressure to the blade, watching him try his best not to move.

“Please, please I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I can be-"

“Good?” You cut him off.

His words, stuck in his throat, as he realized the similarities between himself and Agatha.

“It won’t bring him back,” you hear Agatha’s voice in your ear.

Her hand is firm on your forearm, keeping you from digging into the teen’s neck.

“Did you hear what he said about Nicky? This little shit deserves it.”

“Love, please,” Agatha tries to reason with you. “He wouldn’t want you to do this.”

You let out an animalistic grunt before pulling the dagger away from the teen’s neck and shoving it into the ground. You stand abruptly and walk away from the group, trying to cool off.

“Word to the wise Billy, do not go pissing off people more powerful than you,” Agatha’s voice is sarcastic, but her gaze travels the boys face trying to find injury.

“You knew? Did you-”

“Yes I knew, you're as predictable as your mother and no I didn't put the sigil on you.”

Lilia speaks up, “I did, for your protection.”

“And the plot thickens,” Rio teases.

“Your familiar almost killed him,” Alice points out.

Rio’s dagger is back in her hand. She twirls it around a bit, “Are we surprised? Billy here, does not know when he should shut the fuck up. Talking about a dead boy, he should be ashamed of himself. Nicky isn't some tool you can use to get a response.”

Billy looks to Agatha for back up, but instead finds her cold stare.

“I know Y/n would've regretted killing you, even if it doesn’t seem like it now. That was more for her than you. I don't ever want to hear his name come out of your mouth again. Understand?”

He nods, his gaze not meeting Agatha’s eyes, “I understand.”

“Great, well go ahead and set up camp, while we go deal with Y/n. Unless anyone has an issue with our rendezvous,” Agatha looks around for objections, she gets none.

Rio and Agatha take off in the direction you were headed. They walk side by side, looking for any sign of you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like that before” Agatha looks to Rio.

The Green Witch mirror her look of worry, “Me either.”

They find you sitting by the edge of a creek. Your knees your chest as you stare past the water. The anger no longer seeping off of you like before. They sit on either side of you, slightly disappointed when you curl further into yourself.

“Sorry,” is the only word to leave your lips.

Agatha shakes her head, “It’s my fault.”

You and Rio try to protest, but Agatha simply raises a hand. “I let them believe whatever lies have been spun about my relationship with Nicholas. I believed them to be all less hurtful than the truth. It was ok when it was just me they antagonized, but if I knew you would've been their target, I would've come clean.”

“It’s none of their business. The truth would do no good for them. They have no empathy,” you mumble.

“How can you be so sure?” Rio is cautious when she reaches out towards you.

You take her hand and hold it up to your cheek, seeking comfort. Agatha sees this and moves so her shoulder is against yours, her arm tucks it self securely around your waist. Rio’s head falls onto your shoulder. You feel yourself un-tense at the contact.

“They heard my story, they saw our scars, they heard what Evanora said about Agatha, and yet, they still want to pick trivial fights,” your anger was replaced by exhaustion.

“He’s young,” Agatha tries to defend.

“It’s not just Billy. They wanted to leave you behind Aggie. What if Rio and I weren’t there, then what? They would’ve let her have you.”

You blink as the tears being to well in your eyes.

“I can't blame them, sweetheart. I would've done the same if it were any of their trials,” Agatha confesses.

Another sigh escapes you, “I’m assuming Billy made the road as well, while we’re on the topic of frustrating things?”

Agatha nods a few times, “I’m pretty sure. His powers they’re like his mothers, very tied up in his emotions.”

“I was going to kill him,” exasperation on your tongue.

Rio kisses your collarbone, “You didn’t, we wouldn't have let you.”

“He’s right, I’ve thought about it a lot you know? Nicky is somewhere up there like I was. I could’ve been there for him,” you look up to the sky as you speak.

“He’s in safest place he could be,” Agatha bows her head slightly.

“Who knew this made up road would be so stressful?” Rio concedes defeated by the things that have happened.

“At least it brought us back together. I don't think I could’ve spent another century, burning from the inside,” You attempt to joke.

“I think I know something that could relieve some of the stress,” Agatha says suggestively.

She stands, two pairs of eyes watching her intently as she begins to peel off her clothes.

“W- what are you doing?” You stutter, but don't look away from her.

She sits her clothes on a nearby rock, and struts into the creek.

“I’m taking a dip, you two are welcome to join me.”

Your jaw opens slightly at her proposal, “What if they see us?”

Rio stands as well, following Agatha’s suit, “I doubt that they would dare say anything after such a powerful display from our sweet angel.”

“Come on baby, loosen up a bit,” Agatha speaks from her spot in the water.

Rio slides up next to the witch, whispering something in her ear, causing them both to giggle.

“You know I’m supposed to be sulking,” you say getting to your feet, pulling off your clothes.

“Sulking, soaking, same difference,” Rio argues.

The water is pleasantly warm as you sink into it. The three of you bare, in the faux night of the road. It reminds you of the early parts of your relationship. Both women always up for dip in whatever body of water they came across. Nights spent in bodies of water, bathed by the soft light of the moon. Dark purple marks from the eager lips of your lovers.

The memories brought a slight color to your cheeks.

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?”

Agatha and Rio circle you, in somewhat of a predatory fashion.

“I bet she’s thinking about all the things we used to do in the water. Am I right doll?”

“Perhaps,” you say coyly. “But if you think after centuries, I’m going to give myself to you on the witches’ road, I’m sorry to disappoint.”

“Fair, but a couple of kisses wouldn’t hurt anyone,” Rio wraps her arms around you from behind.

She trails a few kisses up the side of your neck.

“I suppose not,” you crane your neck to give her access.

“I think love bites are fair game,” Agatha’s hands find your waist. Her mouth latching on to the opposite side of your neck. She sucks with delicate force, playfully biting, before soothing the space with her tongue.

“Mhm,” you hum, the pleasure getting to you.

Your hands rest on Agatha’s stomach slowly climbing up to her breasts. You can’t help but play with them in your hands. You lick your lips recalling, how they felt in your mouth. Her moans when you would suck and tease her nipples.

“I thought we weren’t doing this here,” Agatha said breathlessly, as you play with one of her nipples between your fingers.

“We’re not,” you say, with a warmth spreading across your body.

“Then-”

You cut her off with a sensual kiss. She moans in surprise. She slips her tongue into your mouth and you suck on it teasingly. The woman laughs at your antics, which breaks the kiss.

It isn’t a moment after that you feel a hand wrap around your neck. You let Rio pull you into a hungry kiss, turning you body fully towards her. She’s trying to be dominant, but when your teeth tug on her lower lip, she lets out a whimper.

She ends up kissing down your body. Her lips stop right above your scar. She makes eye contact with you as her tongue meticulously traces over it.

It doesn’t go away, you all knew it wouldn't because it had already healed on it’s own. Yet she looks up at you with a pout that makes your knees weak.

“It was worth a shot,” she speaks innocently.

You want nothing more than to grab a fistful of her hair and yank her up to kiss your lips.

“That was hot,” Agatha says, watching with dark eyes.

“We have to stop,” the disappointment in your tone makes the other women chuckle.

“Awe, does baby want to cross her own boundaries?”

You separate from them and make your way back to land. An irritated groan leaving your lips, “We’re not fucking on the road.”

“Don’t be too mad about it hon, this was supposed to be relaxing,” Agatha teases following you.

Rio is the last out of the water, “I’m sure it’ll be worth the wait.”

Going back to the makeshift camp, puts a sour flavor in your mouth, but it’s better than the burning rage you had felt when you left. Everyone is asleep when you return except for Billy.

“I wanted to apologize, for what I said. It wasn’t fair to blow up at you like that,” his remorse was real, you could tell.

“It’s fine, kid. I should be apologizing to you, hundreds of years old and I still can’t keep my temper in check. Let’s just squash it,” you start to make yourself comfortable.

“Did you mean what you said, about letting Agatha kill us?”

You suck in a breath unwilling to lie, “Yeah, I did. It might be hard for you to understand, but I’ve spent centuries away from Agatha and Rio. Having them back is everything to me, and the road strives to take them from me. I would do anything to get us off of the road and nothing will change that.”

“I- I understand. My brother, I would do anything to see him again. Whatever it takes.”

Agatha smiles, “Spoken like a true witch.”

“Word to the wise kid, power plays are never as personal as they seem. In this life, things are taken from you if you hesitate for even a moment. Don’t be afraid of your power and never hesitate.”

“Pretty sound advice for someone who isn’t a witch isn’t it?” Rio teases Billy.

He laughs awkwardly and nods.

“Get some rest, we have a road to conquer,” Agatha’s tone was parental.

Billy does as instructed, feeling better after the talk.

Your stare lingers on him a bit longer. A hand rests on your shoulder, “He’s fine.”

You nod to yourself, “Yeah.”

It’s easier falling asleep than it should've been. Your body is completely exhausted from using your powers so frequently. Time is strange on the road, you couldn't really tell how much time had passed due to the darkness.

“We gotta go now!”

You are startled awake by a panicked voice. You’re quick to get to your feet.

“Where’s the fire?”

You’re damn near being pulled along the road, as you hear steps running all around you.

“The seven are here.”

That sentence seems to shake the sleep from your body. Your eyes open wide as you begin to pick up your pace.

“Then why are we moving so slowly?”

“I’m running as fast as I can,” Lilia speaks, out of breath.

“We could use analog magic to fly?” Billy suggests it and the witches groan as a collective.

“I don’t hear anyone else coming up with ideas,” you say in his defense.

“Blast them with your angel powers,” Jen exclaims.

“Not an angel and I'm not doing a 7 on 1 attack,” you say.

One of the seven ends up catching up to you and like Jen suggested you blast them with your power. She gives you an ‘I told you so' look and you mock her.

“Brooms now,” Agatha says breaking off a branch from a tree.

Once everyone has a working broom you expand your wings and shoot up into the air.

“I thought we were any to have the coolest moment ever, yet here she goes upstaging us,” Rio smirks as she takes off, Agatha isn’t far behind her.

You don't remember the last time you flew prior to your time on the road. This is different than your trial. The cool air surrounds you as your wings flap with a familiarity. You feel free for the first time in a long time. A genuine smile takes a place on your face as you fly.

Agatha and Rio can't take their eyes off of you. It has been too long since they've seen you move freely in the sky. To them, it looks like you are home. Your smile makes them do the same, sharing a look of love between the pair. The shared adoration for you, fills their hearts. A soft fondness in their eyes as they fly side by side. Their love for each other unspoken, but heavy.

The road decides to break up the moment, forcing everyone back on to the path. You end up landing gracefully while most of the others take a rough landing.

It's no surprise that you land in front of another trial. Just like with your trial, everyone rushes in to avoid any of the wandering seven. Once inside it feels like a distasteful costume party. The witches dressed as their famous caricatures, while you have tiny fake black wings on your back with fake horns to accompany it. The only person who looks more ridiculous in your opinion is Rio.

“Why the fuck am I Skeletor?”

You giggle, but place your hands on her fake blue abs, “I think it’s all in good fun.”

Your laughter stops in its tracks when you get a glimpse of the ceiling. Knives dangle overhead threaten to fall. You see the tarot spread and immediately think of Lilia.

“Well looks like you’re up Lilia,” Alice places a hand on the older woman’s shoulder.

“Who am I reading for?”

The others chime with thoughts and theories, but for you the answer is quite clear.

“Your trial, your reading,” you say cutting through all of the chatter.

“Smart girl,” Lilia says beginning her own reading.

When the death card comes up, you can see attention shift to Rio.

She throws her hands up, “All roads lead to me, we already know that.”

The exit opens, but before anyone can step through it the seven are rapidly approaching.

“I’m tired of running,” Lilia stands her ground.

You shake your head, “You’ve got to get out of here, its not your time yet.”

“But-”

“But nothing, you’re a damn good witch, but right now you have to go,” you send her towards the door.

“What’re you doing?” Agatha asks with panic in her voice.

You don’t respond to her, “Billy, if you want to show off that power, now is the time."

Your powers manifested in your hands as you begin to shoot it at members of the seven.

“I’ll try,” magic sparks like electricity at the tips of his fingers.

“Y/n, we have to-”

You shook your head, “Get them out of here Rio. The kid and I got it, just have Alice on standby.”

Rio doesn’t reply, instead she shoves you towards the exit. She uses one hand to push you out of Lilia’s trial and with other she throws out the teen.

She closes the door behind the teen. You begin to bang on the door. You try hitting it with your power but it doesn’t budge. Your fist hits the door a few times, before Agatha pulls you back from the door.

“Why would she do that? She can’t- Agatha, we have to help her. We have too,” you were on the brink of being a mess.

Agatha grabs your face in her hands, trying to get you to focus on her. She gives you a tiny smile, “Sweetheart, they are locked in with her not the other way around. She’s la muerte.”

On cue, you hear the sound of screams coming from the room you were just in. You listen hard and pick up the unforgettable sound of a sword piercing flesh.

“Should we…” Billy says, ready for a fight.

“Easy there tiger, sounds like she has it under control,” Alice keeps the boy back with an exaggerated grab.

Rio doesn’t walk, but skips out of the space where Lilia’s trial was held. Her dagger in hand, glistening with blood. The gleeful nature of her return nearly makes you forget that you were in danger

“ The seven are now the zero,” she says spinning the knife in her hands.

“You could’ve done that the whole time?” Jen questions Rio.

Rio shrugs, “I don’t like getting my hands dirty, too much paperwork if I’m the one that does the killing.”

Instead of stopping to rest like the other trials, you decide to continue on. There’s only one member of the coven to test, before you could finally leave this hell hole.

You can basically see the nerves bouncing off of the kid. If this is the end, then whatever is next is for him.

“Well, looks like your last up kid,” you place your hand on his shoulder.

“I’m ready for whatever it is,” he steels his jaw.

“Just remember, take what you want. Don’t hesitate,” you lose pace with him to fall back with Rio and Agatha.

“Not too long ago you were trying to kill him, and now you’re giving him advice. Look how far you’ve come,” Rio teases you.

You roll your eyes, “I’m just trying to get out of here.”

“No soft spot for him?” Agatha pushes farther.

A smile tugs at the ends of your lips but you hide it well, “Nope. ”

“Guys I think we have a problem,” Alice’s voice calls for your attention.

A row of shoes in front of everyone seems to make silence fall across the group.

“Our shoes,” you hear the anger simmering beneath Agatha’s tone.

“We’re back where we started,” Alice says in disbelief.

“The witches’ road is a circle,” Billy adds on.

“And this is the finish line?” Jen is just as shocked as Alice.

You see Agatha try to use her powers and as nothing happens her face begins to contort into a scowl, “That’s it?”

She glares at Billy before yelling again, “That’s it!”

“Well, maybe we passed the trial?” Lilia tries to reason with the group.

“Then how exactly do we get off?” Agatha’s anger finally tips over.

“Well maybe we-”

“IF YOU DON’T KNOW KEEP QUIET!” She tries to stalk towards the boy, but you’re quick to pull her back into you.

You look to Rio, who carefully watches the interaction in front of her. It’s strange, because you three are the only ones who know that the road has been manifested by Billy. Therefore it is technically his domain, meaning he designed it like this.

“We need to keep going,” Agatha says with her voice low.

The rest of the group quickly breaks into chaos shouting their refusal.

“FINE! STAY HERE!” Agatha growls at the group.

Billy keeps staring at the shoes.

Rio speaks up, “Go ahead, put them on.”

“What do the shoes have to do with anything? “ Alice questions.

“Well you took them off for respect for the road right? Has the road been respectful too you?” Rio points out.

“Screw the road,” Billy says before slipping his shoes on.

No one gets a chance to say anything else. Instantaneously you find yourself confined in a dark space. You panic, feeling all around you until you find a zipper. Once you're free from the bag, you notice that you're in an all white room.

Billy, Agatha, and Jen all appear in the same situation you are in. You leave the body bag and look around.

“Where are we?” Billy asks.

“My basement give or take,” Agatha answers him.

“Where are the others?” Jen asks.

“Not too far,” you answer her.

She squints, “How can you be sure?”

“Cause my insides aren’t boiling from being away from Rio.”

“But Agatha’s right here?”

You sigh, “It’s an and/or type of thing. Meaning if one of them is too far it burns, significantly less than if they were both far, but still burns nonetheless.”

“Glad to know they’re close, but that doesn’t make us any less trapped,” Billy points out that the door is sealed.

“These are grow lights, are we supposed to grow something here?”

“There’s no water or soil,” you point out.

Agatha huffs in irritation, “Sure seems like another stupid fucking trial.”

She digs around in the body bag and gasps lightly, “We do have our personal effects.”

She pulls out her locket, causing the others to dig in their bags. You didn’t come on the road with anything so you weren’t surprised to find your bag empty.

You see Agatha struggling to put on the necklace and walk over to her. You take it from her hands and gently sweep her hair out of the way. Knowing what’s inside the locket, keeps your hands steady as you hook the chain.

You see her smile, relief plastering over her features, “That’s better.”

You go to step away, but she grabs your wrist, keeping you close by.

Billy isn’t so lucky with his notebook, “It’s worthless.”

The body bags disappear once he tosses the book in there.

“Well, I guess the road agrees,” you say sarcastically.

It’s then that the grow lights flicker.

“And now we have our countdown,” Agatha points out.

Jen leans against the wall watching the countdown. Agatha can’t help, but antagonize the woman as their time ticks away.

“I’ll be damned if I let us all die here, after making it this far,” Jen peels herself off the wall to stand in the center of the room.

“You don’t have any magic,” you tell her without any animosity.

“Well she saved me, maybe she doesn’t need it,” Billy points out.

It’s at this point where Jen mentions Boston. You can’t help it as your mouth falls open and you look at Agatha. Her eyes also opening wide, while staring at Jen.

“You need to do the unbinding ritual,” you tell them.

“Doesn’t she need the witch that bound her to do that?” Billy says not connecting the dots.

“Agatha? Are you the one who bound me?” Jen says, rightful frustration in her tone.

She shrugs, “I don’t know.”

You narrow your eyes at her, crossing your arms over your chest, “Now is not the time.”

“You nonstop sociopath!”

“You’re the one who bound her?” Billy can’t believe it.

“How did you even know I was in Boston?” Agatha questions you.

“Old habits die hard, you always went to sell your services in Boston when times got rough, but enough deflecting, do the ritual.”

“You kept me like this for 100 years?” Jen yells.

Agatha tries to defend herself, “ I didn’t know it was you. It was the 1920’s I did the odd spell for bank notes. The patriarchy really shelled out to shush a lady. It was bind or burn!”

“100 years!”

As much as you wanted to push to get the ritual over with, you knew Jen was justified in her anger. That was time that she’d lost forever. You knew better than anyone what it felt like to walk around for years on end as a shell of your former self.

“This is so awkward.”

Jen pulls Agatha into her and starts the ritual. Once it’s over and her magic is running through her she sobs. The reunion of her and her powers means her journey is over. She vanishes from the road.

“Where did she go?”

“The road gave her what she was missing. And now she’s gone,” Agatha deadpans.

You can sense the shift in her attitude immediately. It feels as though she and the teen are facing off against each other.

“This can end right now. I want power, you have power, juice me up.”

“So you get what you're missing and I’m left here to rot?”

You scoff at him, “She could’ve killed you at any point by now. When you were bleeding out of your side or when my knife was at your neck kid, use your head.”

“No one was talking to you, do you even want anything from the road ? Shouldn’t you have disappeared by now too?” Billy tries to pick a fight with you.

“You are the only thing standing in the way of what I want,” you tell him seriously.

“So what it’s 2 against 1 now? I’m not scared of either of you,” he gets in Agatha face, but keeps his glare on you.

The gesture pisses you off and you march over to them. Agatha puts her hand out, motioning for you to stay back. You reluctantly follow her gesture

“What a good little familiar,” Billy directs at you.

Before you can do anything Agatha interrupts, “Sit.”

“Why?”

“We’re going to find your brother."

His whole energy changes, “What?”

She sits down, “That’s what you want right? Tommy isn’t waiting out there. Not in a body anyway. Why do you think Rio came here to begin with? She knows you could do it for him.”

“Do what?”

The teen was so dense that you couldn’t help your outburst, “Give him another life. Another spin around the dance floor.”

His eyes snap to yours, “You think I can bring Tommy back?”

“Time to grow up, kid,” you say to him.

Agatha pats the floor and he cautiously sits down across from her.

You watch her work in only the way she can. Her instructions clear and concise. Just as prodding as they need to be to stir his memories, and get him talking. In another life she could’ve had a coven of disciples.

She keeps him focused on his breathing. Though she has no magic in this moment, you could feel it in her aura. The way she carries herself, there will always be a witch underneath it all.

When she grabs Billy, the lights flicker. Things become intense quickly. He hyperventilates, but Agatha holds him as he begins to rock.

He begins ramble about a dying boy his questions tug at your heart strings, but you remind him, “Don’t hesitate, Billy. Don’t be afraid of your power.”

“Am I killing this boy so my brother can live?”

He lets out a strangled scream, and then he’s gone.

The lights in the room are almost completely gone. Agatha sits still her place.

“No, Billy. Sometimes… boys die.”

It breaks you to hear her like that. You sit behind her and she leans back into your arms. The lights fade faster.

“I’m sorry, we should’ve left when had the chance,” she says unable to look at you.

You just hold her tighter, “Seeing you again has meant everything to me.”

She opens the locket and you both look at the strands of Nicky’s hair. She takes it out of it’s place, finding a small dandelion seed. Agatha sniffles and you bury your head in her shoulder. Your wings expand, wrapping around the both of you.

She looks between your wings and the seed, “Out of death, life.”

She lifts your face out of her shoulder, and swipes the small seed across your tear stained cheeks. She quickly buries it in a crack of the grounds foundation.

You watch as a dandelion quickly sprouts and the room begins to shake. You are quick to hop to your feet as the lights turn back on and the walls begins to shake. Dirt begins to fill the room, much like with your trial.

“What’s happening?”

“The trial is over, we can’t stay here, come on” you begin look towards the previously locked exit.

Agatha pushes the door, but it doesn’t budge. You join the effort to help her, but it’s like something is still blocking it.

“Stand back,” you push her behind you, ready to shoot your powers at the door.

Just as you’re about to blast it, the door is opens. You and Agatha rush through, covered in dirt

On the other side is the coven, who watch the two of stumble into Agatha’s backyard. Your back hits the grass and you close your eyes. You can’t remember the last time you were this relieved to be on the earth’s soil.

The peace doesn’t last long as Agatha tries to use her powers and it doesn't work.

“You have to be fucking kidding me? I WANT MY PRIZE,” Agatha exclaims.

You look at Billy from your spot on the floor, “What gives kid, everyone gets a prize, but her?”

“Why are you asking me?”

Rio ruffles the boy hair with a laugh, “Isn’t it obvious? Billy, conjured up the witches’ road.”

The other witches turn to him, with their jaws dropped. He begins to sputter and point wildly at you three, “Are we seriously going to believe them? Death, the Fallen Angel, and Agatha. What do they even know?”

“We know that the road was never real,” you say sitting up in your spot.

“But Agatha said she walked the road?” Alice points out.

“Is it surprising that she lied?” Jen chimes in.

“She didn’t lie,” Rio defends.

Your jaw clenches, you close your eyes and take a breath. You speak calmly, “Agatha, please… tell them truth about the road.”

She plays with the locket around her neck, “The ballad… I made it, with our son. That’s why I know it’s originally coven 2, it’s about me and him. It wasn’t even about witches, it was about the winding roads we used to have to travel.”

“What really happened to him?” Lilia is the one to ask.

Neither Agatha or Rio speak up. You bring your knees to your chest and face away from the coven, “Nicky, was born sick… he wasn't- he couldn’t. He was made from scratch. With tears of a fallen angel and a heartbeat from death.”

“Rotten ingredients,” Rio doesn’t hide the crack in her voice.

You nod, “Agatha was the only one who could provide him with flesh. It didn’t matter, how much with loved him. Our ingredients just never mixed well. Nicky wasn’t the first, but Agatha begged and pleaded.”

“And threatened,” Rio says quietly.

“Rio had already broken the rules for me. To do it again so soon, was a big risk for her.”

Alice was the one to ask, “What did you do?”

Rio bites her lip, “I could only give him time.”

You bury your head in your knees, “Being around him could’ve gotten Rio in trouble, so we all decided it would be best for us to keep our distance from Nicky.”

“How much time did he get?” Billy asks.

“He was only 6,” Agatha clutches the necklace harshly.

You bury yourself further into your knees as if it would protect you from her words. Rio looks at the ground, unable to relive this yet again.

The coven looks between the three of you, piecing the rest of it together. The tragedy of it all displayed across each one of your bodies.

“The one day I didn’t kill any witches, he died. I went on a rampage after that, I used the ballad to lure witches into my trap. Then I’d get them to attack me and drain them of their powers,” Agatha explains wiping her own tears.

“So that’s what you were going to do to us?” Billy asks, but his tone isn’t accusing.

“Pretty much,” she says with a bored tone.

Jen interrupts, “So you knew it was him the whole time, even with the sigil?”

“Well as soon as the road appeared, I had a hunch.”

They all begin to go back and forth about how it was all for nothing and unfair. The spew words of negativity at Agatha for hiding the truth from all of them. It doesn’t sit right with you or Rio.

“Are guys even listening to yourselves? Alice you aren’t cursed anymore, Lilia you’re done running from your powers, Jen you’re unbound, and Billy you reincarnated Tommy, all thanks to Agatha. So, what are you bitching about? She helped you all achieve what you wanted, whether you want to admit it or not,” Rio goes off on the group.

“She deserves this and as her coven you know that,” you say, getting to your feet.

“Fine, I’ll do it, just don’t kill me” Billy speaks up.

“Scouts honor,” Agatha says as Billy gears up to shoot her.

You stand next to Rio, leaning on her slightly. She wraps her arm around your shoulder, pulling you further into her side. She feels your eyes on her and meets them. You slowly glance over to Agatha and Billy and then back at her. She shakes her head and you nod to yourself.

When Billy shoots Agatha the coven gasp seeing Agatha’s power in real time, sucking the magic out of the boy.

“She’s going to kill him,” Alice mumbles under her breath.

“She won’t,” Lilia and Jen say at the same time.

Agatha hears them and subtly surprised by their confidence in her. Upon hearing it, she cuts the ties with Billy. He stumbles to the ground, but is quickly helped by the rest of the coven.

“Finally, everyone get what they wanted?” Rio claps her hands together.

The all hum in agreement.

“Great, now get out,” she points to the exit of the backyard.

It starts a commotion again as they start to talk over each other.

“SILENCE!” Your voice echoes causing them all to stop talking. “I get it, you’re a coven now, found family yay, etcetera, etcetera. As a familiar who has been separated from her witches, I would really hate for you to get in the way of what would be our first time alone together in centuries. That would really piss me off.”

They murmur in consensus.

“We’ll let you know when it’s ok to come over,” Agatha says shooing them away in the process.

They all pile into Billy’s car and the three of you wave them away. As soon as they pull off, you enter Agatha’s home.

“Well, now what?” Rio asks.

Agatha flicks her fingers replacing her dirt covered clothes, before doing the same to you.

“I don’t know about you, but my back has been begging for a mattress after sleeping on that awful ground,” Agatha cracks her back.

“Pillows,” you nod in agreement.

The three of you climb up the stairs to the bedroom. Once you’re inside, you fall face first into the middle of the bed. Moaning in pleasure as the bed melds to hold your body.

“I hope to hear more of that later,” Rio lays in the space to your right.

Agatha lays to your left, “Such a pretty sound, sweetheart.”

You groan, turning your head between the two women, “Yes, later we can do that, but now it’s time to sleep. So less talking, more cuddling.”

“It’s not even 5 pm.”

“I can go sleep on the couch if you want to argue with me,” you tell them.

“No,” they say in unison.

You smile, “That’s what, I thought. Now, hold me.”

Agatha and Rio’s fingers intertwine as they wrap their arms around you. It’s warm and safe, the horrors of the road, no longer haunting.

You too, had gotten what you wanted from the road. It was this. Rio and Agatha; you all back together. For a moment, having a simple domestic life.

You knew it wouldn’t last long, especially now that Agatha had her own little coven of chaos. Yet the thought of it made you smile. As long as the three of you were together, everything would work out alright.

[swappermanent]

e-Swap (Part 2)

Read Part 1 by @swapery here.

Liam's POV:

It’s wild to look back on it now. Four years ago, I was just a cocky kid scrolling through Tumblr, indulging in bodyswap roleplays. I mean, it’s hot, right? The idea of becoming someone else, walking in their skin, living their life—it’s escapism at its best.

To be honest, though? What really turned me on the most was the idea of someone else wanting to take over my life. And this guy—Kristoph—he wanted to step into my shoes, take over everything about me, and, I don’t know… maybe live my life better than I could. That hit me somewhere deep.

Sure, I found Kristoph hot. Objectively speaking, he was attractive. He had this kind of rugged, manly charm—average height, short curly brown hair, a beard that was thick but didn’t quite fill in everywhere. In gay terms, he’d be an “otter,” though not the polished, Instagram-perfect kind. Still, there was something about him, something raw and real.

But what I found so hot wasn’t necessarily his looks. It was the roleplay itself. The back-and-forth, the fantasy of letting someone else become me—it was intoxicating. So I flirted with him, told him how hot he was and how much I wanted to be him too. It egged him on, made him want me even more. And that was harmless, right? That’s what roleplaying is for. It’s not real life. Nobody actually thinks they’re going to wake up in someone else’s body.

And who knows? If it hadn’t been for what happened next, I probably would’ve gotten bored after a few days and moved on. I’ve done it before. I’m a bit… boy-obsessive. A bit of a heartbreaker, if I’m being honest. Cute guys came and went. I was always onto the next. And, let’s be real, it usually worked for me because, well, I was even cuter.

But that’s not what happened.

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I was completely thrown when I woke up one morning in Kristoph’s body. Like, how the fuck was that even possible? I stared at myself—well, at him—in the mirror, touching the unfamiliar beard, the broader shoulders, the chest that didn’t feel like mine. It didn’t make any sense.

The first thing I did was try to contact myself. I called my phone—my phone, which was now across the world in Australia, in Kristoph’s hands. No answer. I sent messages on Tumblr, over and over, desperate to get a reply, but it was like shouting into the void.

Confusion quickly turned to anger. As the hours dragged on, I couldn’t shake the growing suspicion that he must’ve done this to us somehow. He must’ve found a way. What other explanation could there be?

How could he do this to me? To us? Without even asking? Without telling me it was real?

Well… okay. He had asked, technically. And I had consented, in a joking way. But I thought it was all pretend. A game. Roleplay. Something to get off on—not… this.

Now I was out of moves. Totally stuck. Kristoph lived in England—or I guess I did now—and I lived in Australia. Or, well, he did. Either way, it wasn’t like I could just hop on a plane and go confront him. What was I even supposed to say? “Hey, give me my body back”? Impossible.

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As I began to accept the fact that I was stuck in Kristoph’s body, resentment crept in. I hated how I looked. I mean, I know I’d flirted with him online—played it up, told him how hot I thought he was—but I didn’t actually want to be him. Not for real.

Honestly, I couldn’t stand his beard. It was scruffy, patchy, and felt like a chore to maintain. And in person? He was so much shorter than I’d imagined. That one photo he’d sent me had totally oversold him. His muscles were fine, I guess, but not as impressive as I’d hoped. Definitely felt like I’d been catfished.

And the worst part? He had no hot romantic prospects at all. No dates, no flirty DMs, no wild social life. The guy was a total dud. Meanwhile, I was stuck in his body while he got the better end of the deal.

It didn’t take long for me to start seeing his posts online. There he was, shirtless and flaunting my old twinky body for the world to see. He was out everywhere—hanging with my friends, partying, meeting people I didn’t even recognize. Hot, sexy guys who I could only assume were his latest hookups or maybe even a boyfriend.

At first, it made me furious. How could he be so bold, living my life like that? But slowly—bit by bit—I found myself getting turned on by those posts. Watching him, in my body, owning the life I’d built, looking amazing in photos, thriving without me… it did something to me.

He still wouldn’t reply to my texts, but it’s not like he’d blocked me on social media either. If anything, it felt like he wanted me to see it all. To flaunt it. After all, he’d been into bodyswap fantasies too—he probably loved the idea of me watching him live my life better than I ever could.

And damn, was he doing a good job. I started thinking about how well he was pulling it off. He didn’t need my help or guidance; he didn’t need anything from me at all. He’d just stepped into my shoes and thrived.

I couldn’t help it after a while—it turned me on. Seeing him so confident, so free, so successful in my life was like watching my biggest fantasy unfold before my eyes. It was frustrating. It was infuriating.

And it was so fucking sexy.

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Eventually, I turned my focus to fixing up my new body, accepting that this situation was probably permanent. There wasn’t much else I could do.

At first, I tried to go back to my old look—the twinky vibe I’d always rocked. It felt safe, familiar. I shaved the beard and acted a bit more submissive, like I used to. But the more I leaned into it, the more wrong it felt.

It was almost like this body was resisting me, like it was pushing me to be something else. Something… jockier. Stronger. It was weird, but I couldn’t ignore it.

So I regrew the beard, but this time I made it work—neat, full, and intentional. Then I started trying out sports, just to see what stuck. Tennis, running, biking… I gave them all a go.

But the one that really clicked for me was rugby. Something about it felt right, like this body was made for it.

I threw myself into it. It was a lot of hard work—hours in the gym, changing how I ate, how I moved, how I carried myself. But over time, I started to see real results. The body I was living in became exactly what Kristoph had pretended to be all those years ago: a true muscle hunk.

It wasn’t just the body, though. Something about the discipline, the structure, the focus it took to transform myself—it all changed me, too. I started posting on social media, sharing my progress. And damn, the attention rolled in. Now I’ve got more hot guys sliding into my DMs than I can keep track of.

But here’s the thing—I’ve learned a lot about how to treat people, about how to navigate relationships. I’m not the boy-obsessive heartbreaker I used to be. That’s made the best ones—the guys who actually matter—want me even more.

Honestly? I’ve never felt more in control, more confident, or more like me.

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That brings me to today. I just got an email telling me to check the messages on this old Tumblr account, one I’d almost forgotten I even had. It was from Liam.

I was surprised to see his name pop up after all these years. Part of me wondered what he wanted, but honestly? I didn’t even read it. And I’m definitely not going to respond. Why would I?

So consider this post my way of signing off for good. I’ve learned my lesson—I know better than to mess around on those forums ever again.

Besides, look at me now. I’m hot as fuck. Why would I ever want to be anyone but me?

[fluffylino]

a funny no nut november with hyunjin 🥟

hyunjin and you have high expectations about eachother's self control...FAILED!

-contains mature themes (hyunjin is crack)

"oh my god its november!" you exclaim, realising its november even though you're halfway through the month.

hyunjin furrows his eyebrows. clearly not understanding your point.

"its november as in, y'know..."

tilting your head to egg him on. all you are met back with is an even more confused expression.

"no nut november...?" you mumble, and begin laughing at his even more perplexed expression.

he brings his hands up in a questioning gesture.

"is it like...not eating any nuts or something? like almonds or walnuts?" and you now wonder the accuracy of him being the leader of paboracha.

"no! HYUNJ-"

"OH! is it because you don't eat any nuts in november so that in december, you can eat as many chocolates you want cause its christmas and every single person eats like a pig during holiday season! is that it?!"

"what-"

pausing to process what he just rambled on about. it actually made sense...

"NO! NO! even though you kind of made sense...no nut november has nothing to do with eating actual nuts like walnuts or whatever!"

"HUH? then what is it?" hyunjin sits straight. already perched closer to you. if his ears could grow, they would be like the baby elephant from the film 'dumbo'.

"no nut november is a whole month of no sex" you say in a straighforward manner.

"...why?" his eyes losing their spark. lips jutting out in a small pout.

"its a challenge! like to see if we can hold out . no cumming or you lose. do you want to try it out?"

"i mean, we haven't done anything since the last week of october cause i was on schedule..." hyunjin mumbles. craning his neck behind you to see the calendar.

"its the 17th of november already, that means we have about 13 days left..." he calculates, sitting silently in deep thought.

"no touching too?" he asks, blinking sweetly at you.

"touching and all is fine. just no cumming..."

"OKAY! GAME ON, BABY!"

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two days pass and you start to find it harder. maybe because now that you knew it was november, it made you more anxious to stick to the rules. hyunjin seemed to be doing well. not even bringing up the topic but not doing anything.

"don't look at me like that" you shriek, dramatically running away from him.

"like what?" he chuckles.

his hands covered in paint and hair messily sitting on his head. it nearly 1 am and he's about to wash up while you wait for him to join you in bed.

"like...that. DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!" pointing a finger at him. he inches closer and smirks devilishly when you jump back further.

"are you finding me incredibly irresistable right now, my love?" hyunjin whispers breathily. your body practically begging for him on the inside.

"yes! so stay back" you exclaim, putting your palm against his face.

smushing his lips away from yours. gasping as his hands quietly sneak around your waist.

"no self control when it comes to me?" pushing himself onto you. till the both of you fall back on the sheets.

core throbbing against his bulge. and you know he feels it, his lips turning up into a cheeky smile.

"missing me that much, baby?" prying your palm away from his face. pinning your hand down beside your head.

unconciously you spread your legs wider. his mouth opening in a small 'o'.

"have you seen yourself? you're sexier than you think" you mumble, eyes widening when his hand slides down your stomach. going over your waistband and patting over your covered mound.

"you want me, baby?" he whispers, fingers tapping against your aching cunt. looking down at you with a smirk. your panties are wet. sticking uncomfortably to your wetness.

a grunt escaping his mouth when you buck your hips up. smiling triumphantly at his hardness.

"10 more days." he whispers, sighing heavily.

"thats too long, isn't it..."

"we can do it, baby" hyunjin tries to encourage. his hips mindlessly rocking into you. for some reason, you can't stop yourself from meeting his sinful movements.

"yeah, we can...do it" squeezing your eyes shut. his hands hastily pulling his pants down. he goes silent for a few seconds, snorting in annoyance.

"no nut november is useless!" he says, dick slipping between your folds. rubbing himself eagerly.

"might as well just not eat almonds, walnuts and-" he blabbers on while simultaneously pushing his length past your entrance.

"HYUNJIN-"

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hyunjin paboooo

[gamblersdoll]

“options.”

sum. he likes to play games with you, acting like he big dog, but you can play with him too. trueform! sukuna, fighting to smut, fluff at the end, spitting, deep mating press, (somewhat.)

“whats with the face, woman?” the ancient monster only asks because you aren’t entertaining him, you aren’t throwing tantrums about him not giving you attention. “youre quiet.”

“im not going to feed into your bullshit today.” you snark back, your arms limp and fingers padding away at your phone and he quirks an eyebrow up. “im not fucking stupid, ryomen.”

ryomen?

he nodded his head slow, chuckling to lean back and rub his chin. “do you know who yer’ talkin’ to?” he asks, you must have forgotten, had to be. the fuck was your problem? youve always been an obedient pet, sometimes having your days where he can somewhat understand and help you calm your nerves. was it that time again? no, he wouldve smelled it, if not— he wouldve tasted it. “talk.”

“you keep playing with me, always saying how im your favorite mortal,’ yet, you sneak off to other women when youre done with me.” you bring up, but it didnt hurt when you said that. thats what this was about? his harem?

“because i can.” he leans up and closer to you. “because i can do what the fuck i want to, thats what happens when youre a demon— let alone, king.” he reminds, you tend to forget your place when it came to him.

“you do that, then.” you chuckle, you were sick and fucking tired. “but when i find a man who i dont have to worry about ditchin’ me for other women, dont be angry.”

“thats okay, because you wont see another man.” hes starting to get pissed, because youre over-fucking-stepping. how dare you think you can seek out other men? when you had a demon who can give way more than what a mortal man cannot.

why was he even angry about that thought?

“so its okay for you to lie in my face and say im your favorite, but you seek other women? make it make the fuck sense.” because he wasnt making sense. you couldnt put that together, youre his favorite but he ended the night with other people to get him off. was your offerance not enough?

“lie?”he scoffs, grabbing you by your jaw and pulling you close. “no one has deceived you.” he makes his tone deep, eyes staring into yours snd he has a snarl to his lip.

“prove it, you goddamn liar.” you spit in his face, watching his blink slow and hard as he takes a deep breath in. “do something, i fucking dare you.” you growl, watching your fluids drip down his cheek.

he had to be more pissed at the fact you called him a liar than the actual truth, the truth of the matter being he does sleep around, (and excuses it by saying hes the king, so he can) and he hated that you labeled him as such.

his legs slammed against the back of yours, yeah he was furious— his second row of arms holding your hips down and one hand holding your wrists down together. “got really smart with your mouth, brat. thats not good.” he clicks his tongue, his only free hand smacking your cheek. “youve lost your goddamn mind, woman— did you think id let you get away with calling me a deceiver?”

“fuck you.” you moan out, this was pathetic. but who could blame you? imagine having a giant ancient demon drill his cock into you, while you feel the other one growing harder, and having him focus on you.

“think im a liar, mm?” he asks, his face getting closer to yours and he shakes his head in disbelief. “you want me to stop having others serve me the way you do? mm?” he asks so sweet, it shouldn’t be allowed for him to sound this way.. not with him being a dick and drilling his first dick inside. “cmon, little one— answer. say what you want.” you muster up the strength to speak, only for him to knock it down and him to pitifully laugh down to you. “oh, poor baby.. can you not speak? is it too much?” he asks, slowing his hips and slowly pulling away.

“no, its not—“ you try to say, but he spits in your face, and you knew that he was trying to prove a point.

“see how that feels, nasty thing?” he asks, taking his thumb and smearing it against your face. “say what you want, woman.”

“want you to stick with me only—“ you finally get it out, cut off with a moan only for him to coo at you. your hands pat at his chest, or so you thought.. since his belly mouth opens and licks at your palm.

“that what you want, pet? for me to only have you serve me the way you do?” he asked, watching your head nod and he smirks. “and what makes you think you get that privilege?” he wasn’t fucking serious, whats with all these fucking questions?

“because—“ you moan after, how the fuck long was this going to go, man? “because i can take all of you, thats why.” you let him know that, and now hes intrigued.

he laughs a little, licking his canines and grinding his tip deeper. “thats all you had to say, pretty one.” he blurts, his hold on your wrists become different, his hand holding yours. “takin’ it so good, think you can handle another?” you nod, him slowing just a little and pressing the second cock’s tip up to your slit. “you wanna try again?” he makes sure you know what youre saying..

because no mortal woman have ever taken him before..

until he learns the hard, satisfying truth about how you can stretch really well when you’re attracted to someone. the second cock slips in, your teeth grit and a slight stretch can be sometimes uncomfortable. his eyes blow wide, his mouth opening slightly in a gaze. “oh?” he says in a marveled voice. “fuck, hell yeah!” he laughs in a boisterous voice, spitting on your folds for lubrication and thrusting his cocks inside your cunt. “my absolute favorite mortal, for sure. ill eat my own words.” you nod, looking up to the ancient monster that fucks itself into your walls and feel it in your throat. your eyes roll back, him lightly smacking your cheek and forcing you to look up to him. “take all of it, take all of this king cocks.”

—

“you dyin’ on me?” he asks, him leaning back on the bed as you pull your panties up. “no, no, stay the way you are.”

“not dyin’.” you say monotone, pulling them off and feeling his eyes.

“youre still doubting my loyalty to you, are you?” he asks gruff. he scoffs, beckoning his fingers to you. “come.” come you did, literally and sexually only five minutes ago. “why do you doubt?”

“you never said youd stop, but.. should i have a reason to believe you?” you asked, looking up to him and he feels a pang.

why did they way you look at him hurt?

“i did. you just are too naive to see.” he pulls you until him, hearing your yelp and holding you close.

“you didnt though, you never said ‘ill stop whoring myself around,’ or however you want to say it.” you suggest that he calls himself a whore? him? no, he wouldn’t suffice to that.

“the moment you were able to get two of my cocks inside of you, i decided that.” he pointed out what he thought was obvious, but that only occurs in his mind. “and… i suppose when you spat in my face and i didnt decide to eat you.” he sighs, the side of his face staring down at you. “so be proud of that, youre my favorite.”

the feeling of hurt and betrayal leave you, knowing one thing was for sure.

you were his favorite, and he was yours.

[gyubakeries]

Hi! Can you write a story about Junhui? He & the reader met accidentally like in a bar, Jun is kinda hiding to have some time off then it escalated to smut, kinda rough & passionate at the same time. Thanks!

𝗼𝗳𝗳-𝗱𝘂𝘁𝘆 | w.jh

a/n: hi anon! thanks for requesting!! my mind went on its own trip after reading the request, so i hope this is what you had in mind! this took way too long to answer 😭 i hope it's turned out well!

word count: 4.1k contents: NSFW content , junhui x afab!reader , idol!junhui , alcohol consumption , explicit sexual content , reader gets insecure for a sec , jun helps with that , hopeful ending , nsfw warnings below the cut!

nsfw warnings: mdni! 18+ , rough sex , protected sex , fingering (f. receiving) , using spit as lube , slight mentions of choking

it was your best friend, yerim's birthday, and to celebrate, you and your group of girls found yourselves at a bar, dancing and downing shots like there was no tomorrow.

it was an experience you desperately needed. after recently having been dumped by your shitty ex because he needed 'more in the bedroom', he left you feeling insecure about yourself.

your group of girls had been enraged upon hearing this, and they didn't let you mope around over him for a bit. so here you were, wearing your tiniest dress and filling your bloodstream up with liquid courage, waiting to find the right man for the night.

so far, your prospects weren't promising.

whatever confidence had been built up over the course of the night was slowly ebbing away, and you were a little disappointed. not wanting to ruin the mood of the other girls, you quietly excused yourself to the bathroom.

just as you are pushing yourself through the crowds of people gathered in the club, you find yourself tripping on someone's outstretched leg, and great, now you're going to fall right on your face and-

the fall never comes.

instead, a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you up against a sturdy chest.

"i'm so sorry! i didn't see you walking, and you tripped on my leg. are you okay?" your saviour asks you, but the bass-boosted edm makes it hard to hear anything.

"can we go somewhere quiet? i can't hear you well!" you yell loudly, and the stranger guides you towards the back of the club. the loud music fades away as you finally face the stranger who saved you.

and god damn.

his eyes held a piercing gaze that made you feel weirdly exposed, even though you were fully clothed. his features were sharp and defined, and you were certain you could cut yourself on his jawline. it was that sharp.

"um," you mumble, taken aback by how beautiful this stranger was. "i'm y/n."

"i'm junhui," the stranger replies, and the name sounds familiar, but you can't quite place it. "again, i'm really sorry about the-"

"it's alright," you wave his apology off. "no harm, no foul." you chuckle, and the beautiful man lets out an equally beautiful laugh.

before you could take the conversation further, junhui's phone starts ringing. he shoots you an apologetic glance and steps away to take the call. he doesn't stray away too far, so you can clearly hear him talking to someone named jeonghan on the phone.

wait. jeonghan?

"sorry, my friend called," junhui says, making you snap back to reality.

"you’re the junhui? from seventeen?" you almost shriek, and junhui's eyes go wide.

he hurriedly places a hand over your mouth to shut you up, pushing you up against the wall in the process.

"don't scream that loudly, please," he whispers, and from being this close to him, you can see a hint of tiredness in his eyes. "no one knows i'm here, and no one can find out."

you nod, promising to stay silent, so he removes his hand, but never moves away from you. instead, the distance between you two seems to grow even shorter.

"are you running away or something?" you ask jokingly.

"i just needed a break," junhui sighs. "the company wouldn't let any of us near a bar without supervision, so i snuck out. are you a fan?"

"ah, i'm actually not," you reply awkwardly. "i've heard about you all a lot, but i don't really listen to music in general. my friend is crazy about seventeen though. she even carries a mingyu photocard around, hoping to bump into him someday."

junhui seems a bit more relaxed at your confession. "that's actually refreshing. usually we bump into fans any time we're outside the dorms, so meeting someone who doesn't know us is a good change."

"it must be tiring," you say, wondering how idols have the capacity to be on their best behavior at all times in case they run into fans. "anyways, i'm taking up your break time, so i'll leave you to it."

"wait!" junhui says, holding onto your wrist to stop you from leaving. "i mean, you can totally say no, but i want to get to know you more. we could, uh, get out of here and go somewhere more private? i don't mean it in, like, a sexual way or anything. not unless you want it."

you can't help but blush at how blunt he is with his offer. you're intrigued by junhui, and not just because of his job. he looks like an interesting person to get to know, and you wouldn't mind spending some time with him, especially not if its sex.

"i'll take you up on your offer then," you smile. "why don't you wait outside and get a cab, and i'll let my friends know i'm leaving?"

"okay," junhui agrees easily. and in one swift movement, he leans in to peck your cheek. the moment is over in the blink of an eye, and all you can see is his face turning red as he all but runs towards the exit of the bar.

you giggle to yourself as you make your way to your friends. in favor of respecting junhui's privacy, you just let them know that you're heading home early. after a few hugs, (and two shots that your friend forced you to take) you're stumbling out of the bar, slightly tipsy.

the crisp winter air greets you, instantly making you shiver. you regret wearing such a short dress that barely covers anything, but soon enough, a jacket is being draped over your shoulders, blanketing you in warmth.

"you should've brought something warm," junhui tsks, his arm still wrapped around your shoulders, so you nuzzle into his embrace. he's wearing a mask that covers his face, but you can't help yourself from admiring how beautiful his eyes look, the soft glow of streetlights reflecting off them.

after giving your address to the driver, the cab journey is spent in exchanging small talk. junhui encourages you to talk about your work, and you ask about his life back in china. talking to him felt light-hearted and comfortable, but the air in the cab was charged with sexual tension.

you couldn't keep your gaze off his droopy, sensual eyes, or the way his deep voice reverberated in your chest, causing arousal to stir in your gut.

he was just as affected by your presence. his eyes kept glancing down at the way your dress had ridden up, exposing more of your thigh, and the sweet, intoxicating scent of your perfume had him hooked.

it wasn't a surprise when junhui crowded you against the door of your apartment the second you entered, claiming your lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

his hands grab at your waist, and you weave your fingers in his soft, black hair, pulling slightly. a groan escapes him at your action, and he pulls away from the kiss, panting as he stares into your eyes.

"do that again."

you comply, tugging a bit harder on his hair as he covers your neck in angry, red marks, biting and sucking on the exposed skin. you gasp at the feeling of his teeth grazing against the skin of your collarbones next, adding more marks to the ones he'd already left before.

"jun- jun," you gasp. "bedroom, please."

"alright, pretty," he agrees easily, pulling away from you. "lead the way."

he intertwines his hand with yours, and you giggle at the warmth the simple gesture brings to you. tugging on his hand slightly, you lead him to your bedroom, thanking every divine force for making you clean your room before you left for the night.

the bed is perfectly made, and you had even lit up a tiramisu-scented candle before leaving for the party, the lingering scent filling up your room.

you look at junhui observing all the details of your room, his eyebrows raised as he nodded at the decor. "what, does it not suit your taste, mr. famous celebrity?" you tease, your hands going up to the back of your dress to unzip the zipper holding it up.

junhui's eyes flit towards you, and he smiles. "on the contrary, your room looks much more fit to be a celebrity's bedroom. mine is terribly messy and boring," he then moves closer to you, spinning you around and taking your hands off your zipper. "let me help you?"

you nod to give him permission, so with gentle hands, he quickly unzips your dress, placing kisses on your spine as more skin is revealed. soon, the fabric is slipping off your shoulders and you shrug the dress off.

you move away from junhui, crawling onto the bed and laying down right in the middle, propping yourself up against your pillows. "your turn," you prompt him, and he reacts quickly, untucking his shirt and pulling it off, taking his shoes and socks off, undoing his belt and stepping out of the slacks he'd been wearing. he joins you on the bed only in his underwear, slotting himself between your spread legs and hovering over you.

and then, a sudden wave of insecurity courses through you. it was unusual, because you've never felt so doubtful of your performance in bed. as if on cue, your ex boyfriend's words echo in your head.

"she was too boring in bed, i couldn't put up with that for long."

almost as if a switch has been flipped inside you, you shy away from junhui's intense gaze, wrapping your arms around yourself to hide your body from him.

"hey, what's wrong?" junhui asks, immediately picking up on your discomfort. he moves up to kneel between your legs, instead of hovering above you. "we can stop, if you want."

"i- it's stupid," you groan, your ears feeling warm because of the embarrassment you felt. "i'm sorry, i probably just ruined the mood."

"not at all," he immediately counters, his eyes softening as he looks at you with care. "is everything okay?"

you exhale loudly. for some reason, junhui's presence made it so easy for you to open up to him about whatever's been weighing you down after you broke up with your ex boyfriend.

"it's my ex," you explain. "he left me because he said i was never enough in bed, and he got bored. i guess i'm feeling a little shitty about myself because of it."

junhui's eyebrows furrow at your words. you expect him to get a little weirded out and awkwardly back out from sleeping with you, but to your surprise, he touches your arms gently. "can i see you, please?"

the soft tone of his voice soothes you, and you nod, moving your arms away. he leans down to press soft kisses to your upper body, muttering words between every kiss.

"you're gorgeous, y/n," he says, his eyes locked on yours. the heat that had been building up in your core is rekindled as his kisses become less soft and more sharp. "i'm sure your ex has no idea what he's missing out on. if it's okay with you, i'd like to prove it to you that you're much better than whatever he said about you."

with that, his tongue flicks your nipple over the lacy fabric of your bra, and you gasp sharply, arching up into his touch. "yes, please," you nod too eagerly, your earlier worries forgotten.

smirking against your skin, junhui unclasps your bra, his mouth latching onto one breast as he kneads the other with his hand. you bring up your hands to thread your fingers through his hair, keeping him pressed into your chest, the stimulation too good to be taken away.

when he moves his mouth to your other breast, one hand trails lower, slipping past the waistband of your panties. his fingers quickly reach your pussy, rubbing the folds with a sort of impatience.

"shit, you're so wet and i haven't even done anything," he taunts you, all while spreading your folds apart and pressing them together, creating a soft, squelching sound.

"please, need it in me," you whine, hips rolling up to get some friction on your clit, or his fingers inside you.

"i'll give it to you," junhui promises, sounding a bit too solemn for someone who's about to finger you, but you don't really care. "can i ask one thing before i go ahead though?"

his movements halt for a moment, and you realize that his question requires a clear answer from you, so you gesture for him to continue.

"do you mind if i'm a bit rough?" he asks, a little timid. "nothing too crazy, and if you want it to be slow, then i'm okay with that too! i just wanted to make sure we're on the same page."

you blush heavily at his question, but you appreciate it nonetheless. "yeah, rough works for me," you agree. "just don't be mean, please? everything else is okay."

his eyes light up with your permission. "how do you feel about choking?"

the next question has you, ironically, choking on air. you've never really given it a thought, which led you to think that maybe it was your ex who was boring in bed.

"i think i'd like it," you answer shyly, and junhui swoops in for a kiss, hands gripping your waist tightly.

"perfect," he breathes out, pressing his lips against yours again. "let me know if it gets too much, okay? i'll prep you now."

you hum a sound of consent against his lips, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer.

junhui all but rips your panties off, flinging them off in some random direction behind him. (it landed on your poor stuffed teddy bear's head.) he pulls away from the kiss, shifting his attention to your pussy, lips parted and eyes blown wide as he takes in the sight of your glistening folds and twitching hole.

"if i didn't have early morning schedules, i would have loved to eat you out," junhui remarks, humming as he licks up your arousal from his fingers.

"if it's in the cards, you can do it next time," you suggest, your voice airy. "can we focus on the present moment and the lack of prep work you said you'd be doing?"

"damn, princess, you know i'll give it to you," junhui chuckles. "don't get so impatient. i promised you a good time."

"then show me."

your words seemed to be like a trigger for junhui, judging from the way he immediately thrusts one finger into your hole, and you let out a long, drawn-out whine. it's been a while since you've touched yourself, and even longer since the last time you had sex, so every touch feels sensitive to you.

smiling smugly at your reaction, junhui thrusts the finger into you slowly, waiting for you to relax before he adds another finger, scissoring you open.

"shit, your fingers fill me up s'good," you moan, loving the way junhui's slender fingers reached places you couldn't on your own. at the praise, junhui's fingers curl up inside you, brushing against your g-spot and you cry out.

"more! there, please," you whine, clenching around his fingers. "god, you're so tight around my fingers," junhui groans, taking up the sight of your cunt swallowing up two of his fingers. "can't imagine how warm you'd feel around my cock."

"want it in me, please junnie," the endearment slips off your tongue. even though it was mindless on your end, it somehow fuels junhui further, the thrust of his fingers getting faster as he mercilessly rubs your g-spot.

"'m ready, jun," you mumble, trying to string together coherent words. "take me, i need it."

taking pity on your dishevelled state, junhui takes his fingers out of you abruptly, making you whine at the loss of it. "where are the condoms, beautiful?"

"top drawer, to the left," you instruct, and junhui leans over to your bedside table to get the condoms from your drawer. "they're the perfect size, did you know i was gonna come over?" he jokes, taking out a condom and tearing the foil wrapper open.

"my ex used the same ones," you admit. "never got around to replacing them."

something flares up in junhui at your admission. he hasn't known you for long, and certainly has no idea of who your ex was, but he suddenly feels determined to make the sex even better for you.

"well, i hope you know that i'm going to fuck you better than he ever could," he huffs, trying his best not to let his irrational jealousy show. with that, he pulls his boxers down, his cock slapping against his stomach as the fabric is removed.

your mouth waters at the sight of him, and any thoughts about your ex have left your mind a long time ago. you had no doubt that junhui could treat you much better than he did. eager to get a closer look, you prop yourself up on your elbows, taking the condom from him.

"let me do it," you gaze up at him. you wrap a hand around his length, almost moaning at how heavy and hot it felt in your palm. you stroke it a few times, the slide too dry to be pleasurable, but you come up with a quick fix. you roll the condom down his length, and then spit into your palm, stroking him again to cover his cock in the wetness.

junhui groans from above you, loving the way your hand looks, wrapped around his cock, your deep red manicure contrasting against the dark skin.

"fuck, you're handsy, hm?" he pants, trying to stay composed. "how about we get to the actual fucking now?"

"yes, please," you all but beg, laying against the pillows again, legs automatically spreading open to let junhui settle between them again. junhui grabs the base of his cock, positioning the tip at your entrance, pressing against it lightly.

"just push it in already- oh," you feel the breath getting knocked out of your lungs as junhui fills you up in one rough thrust, his length buried to the hilt inside you.

"i'll take care of you, princess," junhui assures you. "sit back and enjoy the ride."

he pulls out till only his tip is inside you, and then thrusts back in quickly, punching a surprised moan out of you. your hands wrap around his shoulders as his thrusts get hard and rough, his pace relentless. you're completely fucked out, your brain devoid of any thoughts, only junhui's name falling past your lips.

meanwhile, junhui feels like he's losing his mind. your tight, wet heat engulfing him has his hips rocking into you faster, his climax building up gradually.

you gasp at the shift in the angle when junhui throws your legs over his shoulders, his cock somehow reaching deeper inside of you. at that moment, you realize that he'd also promised you something else.

eyeing his free hand, which was just holding your hip as he fucked into you, you grab it by the wrist, pulling his hand up to your throat, looking up at him expectantly.

"you're gonna be the death of me, y/n," junhui growls, his fingers wrapping themselves around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure and cutting off your airflow.

the sensation is almost magical. you can't breathe, and even though the thought should be scary, you can only feel yourself getting more aroused, clenching around junhui even tighter.

tears gather in your eyes as he chokes you a bit harder, his thrusts getting faster in pace too. your orgasm is building up quickly, and you bring your hand to your clit, rubbing it harshly in tandem to his thrusts.

"so close," you wheeze, trying your best to speak while getting choked. "harder, junnie, c'mon."

junhui rams into you at an almost animalistic pace, the bed creaking under the strength of his efforts to give you your best orgasm. "i'm close too, princess. let me feel you come on my cock, please."

your eyes roll to the back of your head as junhui takes his hand away from your throat in favor of twisting your nipple as he keeps up his relentless pace, making you scream out loud.

"shit, i'm coming!" you all but scream. your body goes rigid for a moment as your orgasm crashes down upon you. your chest heaves with the intensity of the orgasm, and the overstimulation from junhui's thrusts makes you whine loudly.

"'m close too, princess, hang on," junhui grunts. his release isn't too far away, not with the way your hole keeps squeezing his cock, as if it never wants him to leave. he comes a while later, filling up the condom as his hips finally stop moving.

for a few minutes, only the sounds of your loud breathing can be heard in your bedroom.

"that was amazing," you pant, curling closer to junhui, who was now laying beside you.

"you were amazing," junhui replies, with that easy charm of his that makes you blush. "let's get you cleaned up, hm?"

with a bit of reluctancy from your end to leave the bed, junhui drags you to your bathroom. you both quickly shower together, and he gently washes your hair too. then, while you did your skincare, junhui found some fresh bedsheets to change the stained ones.

once you're both dried off, you give junhui one of your older brother's t-shirts and shorts, an old ratty band t-shirt that you had stolen from him years ago, and basketball shorts he had left at your apartment when he last visited you.

junhui wastes no time in getting into bed, and you follow soon after. this part feels awkward, even after having shared an intimate moment with junhui.

"what's on your mind?" junhui asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. you notice how he's left a respectful distance between you both on the bed, and your heart aches a little.

"it's a shame that this was a one-time thing," you smile sadly.

"it doesn't have to be," junhui frowns. "i did say i would eat you out some day."

you laugh at his words. you wish it was that easy, but reality was a bit more harsh.

"correct me if i'm wrong, but your career doesn't allow a lot of room for all this, right?" you ask, breaking your gaze away from him.

junhui reaches out to hold your chin, tilting your head up so that you look at him. "idols date around a lot, nowadays," he explains. "we'd just have to be careful with where we're meeting, but otherwise it's alright. a few of my own bandmates have girlfriends, and it's going well."

"i know, but i don't do casual sex, junhui," you sigh. "after my last breakup, especially, i haven't been doing well, as you saw. i'm incapable of just casually sleeping around without catching feelings, which doesn't always end well for me."

"hey, look i know it's too soon, but i don't think i want you just for casual sex," junhui says. "i'll be frank with you, there will be times where i may be too busy to even call you, and we'd have to text a lot more often, but that doesn't mean i don't want to try."

"it might be silly, but i felt drawn to you before you tripped over my shoe at the bar. i was just too shy to come up to you. but when i got the opportunity to talk to you, to come back to your place, it felt kinda like fate, y'know?"

you do know. even though junhui was someone you'd met a few hours ago, you already felt a connection with him, past all the physical intimacy. and you knew that he was being genuine too, you could see it in his eyes.

"i know," you nod, smiling softly at him. "i guess, we could go on a few dates and figure things out? whenever you're free of course," you add on, and junhui is practically beaming with how bright his smile is.

"i'd love that," he grins. "now, can we cuddle? i wasn't too sure if i could ask you that earlier."

"yeah, we can," you giggle, scooting closer to the warmth junhui emanated. his arms wrap around you easily, like it's natural, and you have a feeling that you made the right decision by giving him a chance.

"i'm glad we talked about this," junhui whispers some time later, the both of you drowsy with sleep. "now i really can take you up on that offer of eating you out."

"jun!"

"what? i'm being honest!"

"just go to sleep, don't you have an early morning schedule."

"and you say you're not a fan. you sure you didn't plan for this to happen?"

"do you want me to start rethinking my decision?"

"no, ma'am. goodnight, y/n."

"goodnight, junhui."

- fin.

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[lovelaetter]

i need your thoughts on chaewon with a biker!gf PLEASE

i imagine the gf being a lot taller with big veiny hands perhaps g!p if you don't think that's too much...

as a chaewon size kink enjoyer, all i can say is: big YES. this girl, she gets so giggly around you, since always, all she can do is “oh i’m so small and tiny and defenseless i wish i had a strong tall big gf to protect me ooh” kinda pick me? yes but it’s not her fault you need to understand she is thinking with her pussy, okay? and it worked because look, you’re dating !!

very proud of you with the whole biker thing. she doesn’t know much about the mechanics but she learns a lot with you, listens carefully to everything you say, loves to see you so excited about it. i will have to go for the cliche leather jacket biker here just to say she steals yours a lot to the point you just bought her one and she keeps stealing yours because “it’s comfier”, also, because of that and because of how easy it is to find her around town carrying her helmet under her arm or just hanging around your bike at the parking lot people often think it’s hers and jesus christ you don’t wanna be one of the poor unfortunate souls that ask her something about it because she will open this smile and start “actually, i’m glad you asked, my girlfriend-” like her annoying ass can’t stop yapping about you… unless it’s a weird man then she will sense that from far away and just pick her phone and text you “babe, are gonna be mad if i get some blood on the helmet? there’s this guy…” but its not like she will need to do it because she got the strong big tall gf she wanted so she can play the defenseless princess all the time around you.

overall, big turn on for her, she’s all for the aesthetic too, loves to sneak a few pics of you and you both together all the time on her insta, her mind 100% like “hehe the tiktok girlies will love this one”, she’s so silly. not to mention how she loves to go on late night rides on a highway with you where she can do nothing but wrap her arms around you and rest her face on your back, feeling the wind hit her body, she will never say no to this, in fact will beg to go with you. and you make a stop at this spot that is so beautiful during nighttime, just you two, hugging her from behind, talking nonsense, laughing… everything is romantic, babe. but let’s not pretend she isn’t the one to ruin said moments by asking suddenly to go home, looking up and blinking her adorable eyes at you just because she got too horny to handle it, like yeah, who would thought the bike’s vibrations would go straight to her pussy haha who would imagine that don’t even accuse her of such thing. horny gremlin chaewon.

now let me me talk about size a bit because i want to and i can this is my blog. she loves how you tower over her easily, no she’s not making fuck me eyes, she simply has to look up at you like that! still on the late night rides things, loves when you are just as horny as her and can’t even wait to get inside her apartment, will press your body against hers right there at the garage of her building, shushing her cries with kisses as your fingers find their way inside her with no care if someone walks in or about the cameras, it’s okay, it’s dark and no one can see her there, you cover her up just fine and all she has to do is be quiet.

obsessed with your hands, she totally compares hands sizes, all the time, it makes her knees weak how easy it is for you wrap her waist with them and do so many things with her body, throw her around and in the way you like best, bounce her up and down your cock, she doesn’t have to do a thing but be there like a toy and it’s so good, everything she ever wanted.

[rainysflowers]

Rainy answers this because it doesn't have enough people who would actually send in asks for an ask game so it'll just do it on it's own!!

1. What was the first anime you watched?

The first anime I ever watched was Pokemon Black and White when it aired on Disney XD. Ofc, at the time I didn't consider it an anime for whatever reason, and that has stuck with me forever, so when asked this question, I always answer with the one I consider to be really the first anime I watched. Ouran High School Host Club. Summer camp, awards ceremony, final day. My friend comes up to me and says, "Hey, have you heard about this show??" I said no, and went and watched it on Netflix. Instantly hooked. Kyoya was my favorite host, btw.

2. What was the first fandom you were involved in?

Pokemon and Warrior Cats. I 'wrote' fanfiction for Pokemon in my head since the age of zero, and made so many Warrior Cat OCs as a baby. Had a HUGE playlist of M.A.P.s too. Both of them had a long impact on my life going forwards, and I'm not entirely certain which came first.

3. What fandoms are you involved in right now?

Gosh, atm? Nothing specific. I've been in a depressive mood for a while so I haven't watched anything at all in a LOOONNNGGGGGGG time. It's sad, to be honest.

4. Who is your favorite character from Lost Universe and why?

DAMN, putting me on the spot right away, god. Okay, so LU is a spin-off of Slayers and I have to be honest, I don't have a favorite character from it, mostly because it's not all that much of a favorite anime to me in general, BUT for the sake of this question, I think Rayl would probably be the one I like the most. Tho, that's cuz he's kinda aimed to be the Xellos of the anime...

5. Who is your least favorite character from GetBackers and why?

Easy. Drunk Vash. I, uh, don't know his name, but if you've seen the anime he's the other blond older man with light powers who shows up in the second half. To be fair, I hate the second half period, as it feels like a retread of all the cool stuff they did with Maku-chan and the Fortress in the first half, but I also think that Drunk Vash is just boring. The random assholes he brings along are boing (Not Toshiki, I respect his manga characterization), his motives are boring, and his ending is boring. And that's coming from someone who hate the manga's ending!!

6. How do you feel about Boa Hanncock from One Piece and why?

Of course the wheel chooses the long asf anime, smh. I'll have you know I put a decent amount of people on the other wheel. I hate her. I cannot stand her. I want her to go away. Great, very sad story though!! Okay, seriously, I HATE Boa, I hate her probably more than I hate any of the other characters that I hate. She kicks small animals, she's a dick, she's vain, and I hate her. She has a beautifully tragic and traumatic backstory I love. I love the symbolism of it that she has to carry, and how that has affected her into her later life. I cannot stand her. That should summaries how I feel about her.

7. What color do you associate with Zelgadis from Slayers?

Hmm, I'd have to say lighter blue. Not light blue, just a lighter blue. A grossly dusty and depressingly grey lighter blue. It is his skin color, so that's little surprise. But other than that, maybe a little bit of yellow. The sickly bright eyes of a creature watching you from the woods, stalking your every move. Will it attack you with its monstrous teeth and blood-stained claws, or is it making sure that you can't hurt it like everyone else whose come to this forest?

8. Have you read the manga for Ghost Slayers Ayashi?

Actually, I have not. I do own it, it's a two volume series, and I have an extra volume one that came with the collector's box set for the anime, but I haven't read it yet. I should, GSA is pitifully under stocked with content.

9. What is your favorite anime op?

I don't really think about this all that often, but if I had to choose, I'd probably say Death Note OP 2, What's Up People. Its fun. Other than that, We Are from One Piece.

10. What is your favorite anime ed?

Have a Nice Music!! from Show by Rock!!, or Revolution from Slayers Evolution-R. Mostly the latter.

11. Who is your favorite character to write for?

I think it'll have to be Xellos. That's hard to say, but I do really enjoy writing about them interacting with other characters, and they're one of my ONLY antagonistic characters I write for. Writing their world view as the Slayers equivalent of a higher demon is fun, and I just love using their character voice in the things I make.

12. What is your favorite headcanon for Crow from Show by Rock!!?

Oh boy. I'm not super fond of Crow, personally, I don't think about him too often, but if I had to choose something, it'd probably be that he actually does care about Aion, but just teases him cuz he feels like it. Basic, I know, but this headcanon applies more towards various fics and AUs I like to write. Most of them deathfics. A large through point is Aion breaking down to any degree and isolating or removing himself from the group, which causes the tri to go and find him. I usually like to have Crow most affected by this when I am writing him because it's a good contrast.

13. What is your favorite character to read fics about?

I don't have an all time favorite character to read for, but I do have characters who I like to see focused on in the fic, if that makes sense. There's not one that's more than the others, tho, cuz I usually read fics fandom by fandom. Character's I prefer to have a focus on (NOT THEIR POV THO) are: - Xellos (Slayers) - Ban (GetBackers) - Jack (L/R) - Sanji (One Piece) - Yoji (Weiss Kreuz) - ECT... Basically look at a list of my favs and you get the point. Funny enough they're also all my favs to read about dying er uh who said that!!

14. What is your favorite ship from Death Note?

Oh no. Why would it land on this. Oh well. If I have to admit it, I do really like Light/L, but not in a super sexual or even romantic way. I like them more as a fucked up, evil dynamic that can't be quantified, like 'love and hate are both the same' type sentiments. I particularly like them ship-wise when in a No Kira!Cops! AU I have, because it allows me to mess with them not liking one another BEYOND the scope of being a serial killer and a cop. Other than that, and a worthy mention, I also like Misa/L, both in canon and in that AU I mentioned. I just think it could be cute :3 No Light/Misa tho, not in canon most certainly, it skeeves me out

15. What is your least favorite ship from L/R: Licensed by Royalty?

Time to sound awful. Uh... I don't really like Claire/Rowe... I don't want you to get the wrong idea, they're fine, I'm just not into their chemistry. It's not something that I would enjoy writing about or consuming solely. That's mostly because I ship the boys, Jack/Rowe, the non-canon gay ship, but I really don't mind seeing Claire/Rowe in general. I'm just not into it. I don't really have strong feelings on characters outside of the main three (Jack, Rowe, Noelle) in this anime so the two being in a relationship means I'm not interested in half of it and it's hard for me to engage with it. Sorry two other L/R fans on Earth :P

16. What ship will you go down with?

... Okay, uh... this is weird, but my fav fav fav ship is Shuu★Zo/Aion from Show by Rock!! It's an enemies-to-lovers ship with two character who I don't believe have ever spoken before once... BUT I have this AU. So in the show, Aion ends up possessed by a negativity demon, and wanders to the roof of a very tall building (He seeks out high places when distressed, he's very mentally ill). Shuu notices and tells Aion's band where to find him. In the AU, it's Shuu who goes and saves Aion instead of the band, and they grow closer after this, which is hindered by the fact they are in dueling, opposite genre bands (Aion is vkei, Shuu is jpop). I love them so much.

17. Who is currently your main comfort/emotional support character?

I have like five million but a sold fall back is Xellos from Slayers. I don't know why, but something made me gravitate towards them and it was never the same after that. Other notable ones are, like, Ban from GetBackers or maybe L from Death Note, but Xel is def the all time fav.

18. What is a comfort character you have that makes other people go ??? "Really?" 

I honestly can't think of anyone that would fit that description, but I like Kiriko from Black Jack and I think that he might be one of the weirder ones?? He's an old man twink who does euthanasia, but he's got a good story and I like that he just shows up sometimes lol.

19. Have you used a quote from an anime/manga in a relevant situation?

Nope. I have referenced the plots of anime/manga in situations before, however, like when I let made my friend explain the semantics of Minecraft Parkour Civilization just to say "OMG that's like GetBackers :3"

20. What anime food would you like to try?

L's strawberry shortcake from Death Note. It's a weird choice, right, but it just looks sooooo good. Perfect strawberry, good looking cake, and it's L's!! What's more to ask for?? Or I'd like Sanji from One Piece to make me something. Anything at all, I just wanna see what he'd give me.

21. What anime place would you like to visit?

Not an anime place, but omfg take me to Sapporo or Okinawa. They are soooooo pretty in Yakuza 3 & Yakuza 5 respectively, I wanna go NOW!!!!!!! But if I'm allowed to choose a fictional anime place then probably... I think I'd like to go to Shinjuku cuz Count D from Pet Shop of Horrors: Tokyo is there and the GetBackers boys are there too. I'd like to meet with them.

22. What anime animal would you like as your pet?

I feel like I'd rather BE an anime animal more than having any that I WANT, but if I had to choose, then... The person I reblogged this from makes a good point with an eevee from Pokemon. I kinda want a persacom from Chobits but thats not really an animal...

23. What anime movie is your favorite?

I don't watch many anime movies, but I guess if I had to choose one it would probably be either the Castle of Cagliostro or The First, both from Lupin the Third. Great films really, each extremely well animated and easy to get into... well... Cagliostro is, not so sure about The First... BUT you should still watch them, they're wonderful!!

24. What is the saddest anime you have watched?

Trigun 98. By far. Saddest shit you will EVER see, I highly recommend it. It starts off really fun and goofy, but as you get into it, the anime slowly creeps in its depressing things until you get halfway in and its game over from then on. You will watch Vash cry at least once per episode, and you will watch as he is broken down mentally and physically till he's nearly nothing. Great show, tbh.

My overly sepcific ask game with questions no one wants an answer to

Alternative title: things I want people to ask me but no one does

What was the first anime you watched?

What was the first fandom you were involved in?

What fandoms are you involved in right now?

Who is your favorite character from (anime) and why?

Who is your least favorite character from (anime) and why?

How do you feel about (character) and why?

What color do you associate with (character)?

Have you read the manga for (anime)?

What is your favorite anime op?

What is your favorite anime ed?

Who is your favorite character to write for?

What is your favorite headcanon for (character)?

What is your favorite character to read fics about?

What is your favorite ship (from a specific anime or in general)

What is your least favorite ship (from a specific anime or in general)

What ship will you go down with?

Who is currently your main comfort/emotional support character?

What is a comfort character you have that makes other people go ??? "Really?" 

Have you used a quote from an anime/manga in a relevant situation?

What anime food would you like to try?

What anime place would you like to visit?

What anime animal would you like as your pet?

What anime movie is your favorite?

What is the saddest anime you have watched?

This took me forever to make please don't let this flop

[milkmily]

We Only Live Once [Satoru Gojo]

SUM. You randomly get a video of a woman interviewing couples in bed with Satoru, the question was "Would you let your girlfriend peg you?" Now it's been in Satoru's head. Would he? Maybe. Yeah actually. After all, we Only Live Once.

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Ahead: Pegging, spitting, choking, praising, idk what else because yes guys omg I love Satoru Gojo sm he's literally married to me and we have a lovely dog and cat together in our lovely home.

At first, it was a joke. A simple joke.

You were in bed with Satoru as you scrolled through your phone and the topic was about a woman asking a couple if the boyfriend would let their girlfriend peg them.

This obviously caught Satoru's attention too. You chuckled and said, “Oh, you look like the type who would like to be pegged.” which had Satoru in shock, Not being able to say anything back. That's when you laughed and said, “I'm kidding.” And kiss his cheek. “I'm going to sleep. You should too.”

It was just a joke though.

Satoru had honestly completely forgotten about that the next day. He was on his small break, scrolling on his phone as he waited for your text to pop up saying you are in your break.

And the video popped up.

The woman was interviewing people around Shibuya, some were drunk and some were not. The woman came up to a couple. They seemed pretty drunk which caused him to chuckle.

“Hello! A very quick question! Would you let your girlfriend peg you?” the woman asks.

“Peg me?” the boyfriend asks.

“Yes.”

“I have been!” the girlfriend says as she giggles and her boyfriend seems flustered. The woman gasps and smiles. “Really! How is it for you?” The woman asks the man. But he's so frustrated and drunk that he buried his face in his girlfriend's face. “He loves it! He tells me everytime!” The girlfriend says. The boyfriend peaks out and says, “It's actually Really nice.”

The woman smiles and starts to explain how some men don't want to but the boyfriend says it's actually really nice. “We only live once! Giving something A try will never hurt!”

And the video automatically scrolls to a random video. Thank God Satoru was alone in the break room. He looks away from his phone to look up to the ceiling. He groans. Why is this bothering him so much?

He sighs and looks down at his phone.

Sweets: Okay I'm ready, will be there in a sec! :)

Satoru: Okay can't wait!! (*ゝω･*)

Satoru: Lets get that thing you wanted >;)

Satoru and you were very open in sex. Very. I mean, sex toys were involved. So going shopping and going inside a sex toy Shop wasn't a surprise to him or you. You happily look around and point at a vibrating ring cock. You bite your lip and look at him. “You'd definitely like that.” Satoru Chuckles and grins at you. “Hm, really? I think we should add it to our basket, Sweets.” And he grabs the box and puts it in. You giggled, excited to try it on him.

“Well, I'm going to buy some lingerie. Wait for me here, okay. It will be a surprise.” you winked at him as you walked away and Satoru simply Grinned at you as he saw you leave. As you disappeared, he decided to look around for maybe a new sex toy he could either use on himself, you, or both of you. He looked and looked and one of them caught his attention.

A strap on.

He looks at the box and the color of the dildo. A beautiful Shiny light blue with its black strap to the side. Size Is at least 7 inches. He picked it up and looked beside the box. An anal kit.

Ah.

“We only live once!”

The video replayed in his head. Satoru runs A hand through his hair and sighs. He grabs both boxes and buys Them.

He was alone in your apartment. You had said you needed to go on a mission so he can make some dinner and everything will be ready when she gets home. He looks at the box in front of him and groans. His face was red as hell. His heart rate was beating like crazy as he held the box. He had his phone next to him. He had already opened it, cleaning himself. Now it was the butt Plug. He gulped as he looked at the different ones. He sighs and grabs the first one.

And as day went by he kept using them and using them. The last butt Plug slipped in successfully. Of course, he was always careful as to what he did and when he should eat.

Satoru groans as he puts in the tip of the dildo gently. it Slips in slowly And he groans. He has been at it for a good while now. So far, they slip in easily. And well, he made use of the dildo with the strap. He has been using the dildo on himself once he could fit in the last big butt Plug that had the training kit in.

And well, he fucking loves it. Jesus. It feels so good. It has him throwing his head back as he begged. Begged at what? Who knows, he simply says please as he is closer and closer to cuming. He was alone at home as he pushed the dildo in and out of him. He moans and covers his mouth and bites down on it. His eyes roll back as he lets out a big gasp. He pushes the dildo right back in and moans. He keeps pushing it in and out. In and out.

God, he felt so good. Fuck.

“F-Fuck, ho-holy Shit.” He moans as he looks down at his twitching cock that leaked precum. He moans as he grabs it And jerks himself Off. He Closed his eyes and thought of you. Fuck.

How hot You'd look, the strapon on you, your Breast out as you pushed your hips in and out of him. Your hand jerks him off. Calling him sweet names as you grinned down at him and moaned with him.

“Please, please oh god- fuck, please.” He was close. He whimpers and whines as he stops jerking himself off and pushes the dildo in deeper and harder. He throws his head back and soon, He cums. His hot white Cum jumps out and lands on his stomach, shirt, and a bit on his face.

He pants and whimpers as he pulls out the dildo. He looks to the side to check the time.

You're almost home…

“You looked hot, baby.” He hears and immediately covers himself with a pillow And pants. “Wh- when did you get here?” Was he that blessed he didn't feel your curse energy? He would have though. God, what the hell. He was sweaty, hair messy, panting and cum smeared in his shirt. You walk closer to him as he looks at you. “I didn't know you'd do that.” You say and put a hand on top of his. He looked up at you and smiled nervously. You chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Do you Need help?” You whisper and he nods, whining.

He was in the bed, his legs up as you pressed the tip of the dildo in. It slipped in, the lube helping. His eyes go wide and he gasps. He holds the sheets and looks at you. You were biting your bottom lip while grinning. You didn't have your shirt on, your tit's out covered with bites and hickeys. You let out a shaky breath as you hear him moan. “God, you keep those sounds away from me?” You ask as you bring your hips away from him And push it right back in. He gasps and moans. “Hmm, you're so pretty.” You say as you grab his chin and bring him in for a kiss.

He kisses you back and moans in the kiss as he feels your hips Moving. You pulled away from the kiss to be able to move your hips deeper. you grin down at him as you pant. God, he just looked so beautiful, it made you moan. Teary eyes as he moans and whimpers your name, it was all so beautiful to you. God, he is beautiful.

You hold on to his hips as you keep moving. You looked at his poor cock that Also wanted attention, twitching and leaking pre cum. You spit on it and rub your spit with his cock. He gasps and shuts his eyes tightly. “Ah- Fuck, baby, you- ah- no- wa- oh my-” you couldn't help but giggle. He was so hot right now. He can't even say anything properly. You squeeze his cock gently and move your hand to cup his balls. His eyes go wide as he moans and holds the sheets tightly. He looks at you with teary eyes. You look back at him and kiss him. He whimpers in the kiss and slips his tongue in your mouth. Your hips start to move faster. He rolls his eyes Back and pulls away from the kiss to groan. “You're so beautiful Satoru, so beautiful to me.” You say as you move your hips deeper in him. That's it, that was the stop. “F-Fuck! Right there please!” He yelled as he looked at you. You listened and continued to move your hips the same way and pace. “Please, please oh god please baby.” He moans. Your hand starts to jerk him off faster. He was close. He was so close. Oh fuck this feels amazing!

“F-fuck, w-wait I'm cuming oh-” he throws his head back as he has a tight hold on the sheets and groans. The lights of the room start to flicker, making you surprised but go right back to looking at Satoru. “Ah!” He moans loudly, His cum shooting out. The lights suddenly go ‘POP’ and its dark. You could feel Some of his cum going on your hand and on his stomach. You grin and say, “You did amazing.” You praise him and kiss him. He kissed you back the best he could and just relaxed on the bed. He pants and whines as he feels you take the dildo out of him.

You stand up and say, “I'll be back. Okay.” You miss his cheek and Satoru simply lays there in bed. You come back and gently clean the cum off him. You smiled at him and said, “but we need new light bulbs. Your CT sort of went crazy.” You say as you giggled. And honestly he couldn't really process what had happened. He just felt amazing.

“Yes. I’ll- gulp I'll get us new ones. Mhm.”

“While we are at it with the shopping list, I think we should make you wear some lingerie baby.” You say while grinning.

My favorite comment today

[the-magpie-collective]

I'm still so mad about the quest to save Wyll's father. Part of it is that it's intertwined with a lot of bullshit writing around Wyll's Pact, but it's also just poorly done on its own.

The first time the player should, ostensibly, get the opportunity to rescue Wyll's father is during Gortash's coronation. Yes, it's a hard fight with all of the Steel Watch at Gortash's side, but even if the Player wins and manages to knock out Wyll's father with non-lethal damage turned on Ulder Ravengard still dies. For no reason.

You mean the game mechanic that's introduced at the very beginning of the game for this exact purpose? That the Player uses to rescue individuals under the influence of The Absolute, such as Minsc or Minthara? That one? The non-lethal damage just kills Wyll's dad because why not?

That's bullshit.

There were so many better options to handle this. For example, Mizora could have suddenly shown up, teleporting into the fight and taking the unconscious Ulder Ravengard hostage, threatening his life for a bargain with Wyll (as a bonus this avoids the bullshit Pact clause of Ulder Ravengard being fated to die). But no, that would take more work.

So they just invalidate one of the key game mechanics instead. Coolcoolcoolcoolcool

Then there's the Iron Throne.

(My first play through I found out about the Iron Throne before I even went to Gortash's coronation. In fact, I burned hours of play time because I did the Iron Throne first, only to find out there's no way to save Wyll's dad if you do that and had to go back and redo everything. coolcoolcoolcoolcool)

Say the player doesn't speak with Mizora after Gortash's coronation. The Player goes straight to the Iron throne. Well then Ulder Ravengard is just dead. No explanation. No reason why. No confrontation with Mizora. Just dead.

(I did this too. coolcoolcoolcoolcool)

Okay. The Player speaks with Mizora, but doesn't Long Rest and therefore doesn't get the cutscene where Mizora offers Wyll a deal for his father's life. Player goes to the Iron throne and Ulder Ravengard is just dead. Again, no reason, no narrative justification. Just dead.

(Are you noticing a pattern? Yes, I did this too. Look, I never said I was good at this game.)

And then, if the Player does all of those steps first—Gortash's coronation, talk with Mizora, long rest, talk with Mizora, convince Wyll to break his pact—and only then do we finally get an actual confrontation with Mizora. And it's laughably easy to deal with the exploding spiders.

(Unless you accidentally teleport the exploding spiders into the submarine and kill a bunch of the Gondians. Ulder Ravengard was fine, but uh . . . we don't talk about how many times I redid the Iron Throne.)

Saving Ulder Ravengard from his "fate" is supposed to be narratively nigh impossible. Clearly, they wanted to make this task difficult, but they went about it in one of the worst possible ways. Instead of challenging the player through a puzzle or a boss fight or literally anything else, they just railroaded it down to one possible solution with no explanation or reason for why the Player fails if they don't follow the requisite steps exactly.

And that's not just bad writing, that's bad game design.

[miwsolovely]

—TO BE LOVED, FOR REAL

simon ‘ghost’ riley. ( support ) hybrid!reader. angst with comfort. MENTIONS OF SELF HARM. 0.7k. in which, you teach him how to love.

he’s so soft

Not everyone is capable of it.

Capable of identifying, harnessing, and applying the reason for their warm cheeks, blown pupils, or the giddiness that spreads through their bones with a warmth rivaling the sun.

For Simon, it took him a considerable amount of time.

It took him a second the enlist in the military, a minute to climb the ranks, and hours to figure out the emotions running wild in his rusted heart. Why he acts the way he acts and pushes those that might have a chance to get close to him away.

He tells himself it’s for the best, that they'd get hurt worse the longer they stayed close with him. That the blood worm squeezing his heart would force its way out its bloody host and into a new one. Because of him.

That was before you, though. Before you guided him on how to point out each feeling nestled deep inside his caged his heart and express it.

That was hard for him despite everything. Identifying these emotions and being okay with them was one thing, but acting on them was the thing that scared him the most. The monster that reared its head. Crawling up his spine, twisting and sinking its teeth wherever it can reach.

When the pain became too much, the anxiety that crumbles him and leaving him heaving above the toilet, drawing lines on his arms with a shaky grip on a knife, Johnny clapped his shoulder and steered him straight into the arms of the sun.

Into you.

He's heard of hybrids of course, met one or two on occasion during trips around the base running errands, but he's never actually met one. Never took the time to sit down with people who see the world differently.

Until you.

“Lavender or vanilla?”

“Which d’you like?”

“The lavender,” You say, fixing your leg underneath you on the stool while nicking the plastic wrapping covering the candle with a sharp nail. “but I also like the vanilla.”

“An’ why’s that?” Simon asks, swinging an arm over the back of the couch to watch you in the kitchen.

You look up from the candle and meet his eyes, a slow swirl of caramel and honey that you wish to drown in, and blind him with a smile.

“Smells like ice cream.”

He grew to love Vanilla as much as he does you.

Sometimes he wonders if he deserves it. The sweet shelter, knowing that he has someone to come home to, gives him, you give him. Because sometimes, sometimes he can still taste the dirt.

He can still smell the rotting something or other around him, if it was him rotting away or something else, the wood scraping at his hands as he tries to dig his way out was his grave. Blood pouring from his fingers, nails ripped away.

They dirt clogging his throat as he clawed his way out.

He thought he’d stay that way forever, buried alive in a grave that wasn’t meant for him and living a life not meant to live.

But the way you look at him, the way your gaze pierce’s through his skull facade and actually looks at him, Simon, not Ghost. A garden blooms where his heart is, where his grave was.

You look at him like he’s the reason your heart bleeds with love.

For him?

He’d like to hope so. With the way he thinks about you, the way he hopes you think about him, a plague running through your mind and tainting everything it touches. He wants you.

He couldn’t begin to describe how much you mean to him; when the shadows reared and shifted, invaded the corners of his flat and found their way into his heart, the heart whose pearls of delight once resounded throughout the deserted hallways and richly decorated rooms of his house.

When the rain mercilessly pounded against the windows, it felt like they were assaulting his back instead.

All in his mind, though. His mind that sends burning pain all over his skull, down his spine, reaching his heart and squeezing.

Though when you reach your hand to his check, cradling it gently and with such care in your eyes, he realizes—he knows that you’re home. Because you’re his heart.

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[ladyloveandjustice]

Okay, but uh, neither Turbo Granny or Acro Silky's real myths involve violence against women. Dandadan actually added that. Turbo Granny also isn't widely associated with stealing balls either. In real life the myth is that she tries to cause car accidents.

Acro Silky is just an acrobatic woman who people see leaping around creepily in a red dress, and if you see her, you die. Neither tales strike me as particularly misogynist.

If Dandadan wanted to make a commentary on how myths are built on violence against women, there are a ton of yokai to choose from--the first that comes to mind is the slit mouth woman, whose backstory is that her husband slashed her face up so like. that would be a gimme. (actually it does look like she's gonna come up soon if this article is right...we'll see how they handle it.).. But yeah even outside that a google brings up Okiku (killed by a samurai for refusing his advances) Oiwa, No Neck and Pulley Neck...all better fitting.

I think adding violence against women to myths that actually don't involve that isn't meaningful commentary on the way mythology and olk legends often focus on brutalizing women. I think it's odd to act like things like Gegege no Kitaro (it's a kids show??? for elementary schoolers??? why would it include the brutalization of women?) and Natsume's Book of Friends are failing with the gendered nature of mythology by simply...not doing that.

Natsume in particular doesn't feature a lot of "classic" yokai, most of its yokai are original creations, with only some creatures/species (mermaids, dragons, kappa, oni) included but not specific tales attached. I don't remember even seeing a yuki-onna. And both Inuyasha and Natsume are written by women, so I think saying Dandadan is doing something great in focusing on the suffering of women in comparison...maybe Rumiko Takahashi and Yuki Midorikawa are not interested in inserting violence against women where it doesn't exist originally because it's something they actually have to reckon it, and also in Midorikawa's case her target audience is teenage girls who might find a story about girls being raped and murdered a little more personal? Like that would be so incredibly jarring with the tone Natsume had too.

I'm sorry, I really don't believe the guy who writes Dandadan is doing anything feminist about mythology here. He sympathizes with women, that's great,it's fine, I love Momo to the end of time. I personally believe you're just putting a little more thought into it than he did.

(it would be more great if he could sympathize with women enough to not have a whole page devoted to Turbo-Granny-possessed Okarun looking up unconcious Momo's skirt (which thankfully the anime toned down) which is utterly bizarre in the context of her being the vengeful spirit of girls who were raped and murdered and I think proves Dandadan isn't thinking about all that too deeply...or possibly at all...)

And yes I am familiar with the academia about monstrous feminity, I graduated with a WGSS minor, but I hope other people can enjoy the rec.

I was stubbornly not wanting to cry at dandadan I was like "single mom doing sex work supporting her child backstory! obviously some guys are gonna come attack her and her kid will die or be taken I've seen this I refuse to cry for this basic ass woman suffers story wanting to tug my heartstrings I REFUSE"

but then it was so well directed and Momo's reaction and the hug and "to a kinder world" and I cried anyway. you win this one dandadan.

[halfwayhearted]

Loving & Losing — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everybody knew the two of you were broken up. Everybody except, well, you and Gavi... fortunately enough.

Word Count: 1.15K+

Disclaimer/s — Angst, slight comfort, fluff-ish (?), that’s it.

A/N: THIS FUCKING SONG. I actually added in sooo many unnecessary parts… whatever, hi. Hi. Let me know! 🙂‍↕️

“Just call me, and I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.”

And you kept your word. Every time the man was stressed, upset, or even angry, he’d call you almost immediately, like it was his nature. Which it was, only because he knew you’d be by his side. The second he mentioned something that indicated he wasn’t okay, you were by his side in an instant. No questions asked. Not even once.

You were there all throughout Gavi’s injury, the surgery, the recovery, all of it. You were there.

That didn’t stop now, even with him being back to team practices and games. Almost a year of not being together yet constantly being over at his place was, to put it simply, taking its toll.

Not that you minded going over. You didn’t. You’d choose being with him over anything else. But it was exactly that which was making you feel like this. How were you expected to ever even think about moving on when all this time spent with him felt like you guys weren’t actually exes at all?

You just didn’t really know what to think anymore.

Today was just that. Another day of going over. Gavi had been overwhelmed, stressed, and just worn out. So, he found himself calling you.

“Hey,” his tired voice rang out, causing your eyebrows to furrow immediately. “Come over?”

Wow! There it was again. The question you both yearned for and yet, at the same time, dreaded.

Biting your bottom lip, you inhale deeply. “Yeah, I’ll be there in fifteen. Do you need anything? Snacks, drinks, I don’t know, whatever you want.”

“No. I just—I need you.” Oh! Haha… oh, my God.

Unable to reply back with a decent response, you just mumble a ‘okay’ and hang up. He couldn’t just say things like that. He just couldn’t. If things weren’t complicated then, they sure as hell are now. You were sure you were completely doomed.

Slipping on your shoes, you grab your phone and keys before rushing out of the house, starting your car, and heading to his place. You’re nervous.

The minute you arrived, he opened his door and let you in. This part was always awkward. It didn’t matter that you were here not even three days ago; it was still awkward. It wasn’t always like this.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your voice hesitant.

Gavi ran a hand over his face and looked down at his feet. That’s when you noticed the small, subtle twitch of his shoulders shrugging.

It broke you seeing him this way. “What can I do to help, hm? Just tell me, I’ll do it. Anything.”

“Can you spend the night? It’s okay if you—”

Spend the night. Spend the night? “Yes. I will.”

You don’t know why you said that. Well, you did. But why did it sound so… eager? Oh, boy.

His body had tensed. Yeah, he was the one who proposed the idea. He just didn’t actually expect you to say yes. Of course, he was glad. He just couldn’t help but feel that he was being selfish.

Selfish for putting you through this. The brunette was aware of each time you’d stiffen when he got too close, or when he’d say something he used to say when the two of you were together. He saw all of it, even if you’d really hoped that he didn’t.

Realizing he has yet to respond, he clears his throat and nods. “Your clothes—they’re still in the top drawer. I’ll… be here when you’re done.”

“Obviously,” you teased softly, trying to lighten the mood, a small smile gracing your lips as you brush past him and enter your guys—his room. The smile drops from your face at that.

Changing into a shirt—his shirt, by the way—and a pair of loose-fitting pants, you drag your feet out into the living room to see him on the couch.

His head was in his hands, and suddenly you were right in front of him. Your hand gently ran through his hair, lifting his head with it. “Hey, come on. Let’s go to bed. You look and seem exhausted.”

The curve of his smile is prominent while he nods and rises to his feet, feeling a surge of confidence in his movements. When your hand drops back to your side, he takes the chance to hold it in his.

You fought the blush that threatened to appear. Inevitable? Sure, but out of sight, out of mind.

Once you both reach the bedroom, he climbs onto his side of the bed and you do the same. Could you do this? You weren't sure anymore.

It’s quiet. So, so quiet. You were lost in your own world, the thoughts swirling around offering you no comfort. Nothing at all. The answer to your question was no, you couldn’t do this. You can’t.

But he’s sighing and scooting his body closer to yours. Closer and closer, until his head is hovering over your chest. That’s when he asks, “Can I?” And you murmur ‘yes’ like it means nothing. The weight of his head on your chest is your anchor.

“Pablo,” you whispered, “We should talk about it.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m just accepting more than I should. That’s it. And I can’t sleep. Talk to me. Tell me about your day. Just… talk?”

Just talk? Okay… okay… not hard. Not hard at all.

So you did. You told him about your day, your job, and your family, knowing how much he loved your family. You didn’t realize you’d been rambling until you felt his hand go limp on your stomach.

He’d fallen asleep, which was good! Gavi couldn’t sleep, and now here he was, thanks to you. The sound of your voice. Oh. Don’t even think about it.

How could he do this? How could he be the one to break things off and then do this? Make you feel like this? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to you. “You’re not being fair,’ you find yourself mumbling out loud, hoping it’ll ease the heaviness in your chest.

At the sound of his small hum, you freeze. But this was Gavi. He’d hum in response to anything you said when he was asleep, or in this case, on the verge of slumber. So… you continued.

You let out a breath, “I don’t think I can move on.”

Pure and simple silence. What were you saying? This was something that had been weighing on your mind for months, and you decide to tell him now? When he’s asleep? Were you seriously—

“Then don’t.”

‘Then don’t’. Oh! Right. Right. Thanks a bunch!

Resting your head against the pillow, you stay silent. What could you even say to that? As if you could. Just go to sleep. He’s just saying things.

Closing your eyes, you’re about to succumb to slumber when you feel his hand, which was on your stomach, slowly intertwine with your own.

What he says next makes you relax. “I haven’t.”

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[finallyaplaceformyrobots]

Who wants to read a piece of a crackfic that only lives in my head about tf animated megop?

Optimus wasn’t exactly paying attention to what Megatron was saying during their fight but that didn’t mean he wasn’t annoyed. It slipped out of his intake without any thought really.

“Ugh, nobody cares” Bumblebee giggled somewhere behind him and Megatron scowled.

“Be silent, keep your forked tongue behind its teeth, I have not passed through fire and death to exchange words with a witless worm”

“Blow me” was his equally eloquent response.

Megatron could tell it was an insult and Optimus knew he knew but he also knew megatron didn’t know exactly what it meant. It was a human insult, not a cybertronian one. 

None of the decepticons really got it. But all the autobots did.

Bumblebee was in hysterics, clutching his middle as he laughed ‘like a hyena’ Optimus believed the human saying went. He was laughing so hard Optimus would be worried about his need for air if they needed air. 

Bulkhead laughed too but Ratchets glare was enough to silence him and Prowl simply sighed. Face in his hand as he looked to the sky, as if asking Primus for patience. 

‘Fair’ Optimus thought.

Megatron was still glaring, likely trying to figure out what the insult meant while Blitzwing decided to go for a more direct approach.

“Vhat does that mean?” His icy personality asked. 

Bumblebee, still laughing, rose to his pedes to answer (he’d fallen during his laughing fit and hadn’t bothered to get up).

“Oh! C’mere, c’mere, it-hehe, it means” he whisper/laughed it to Blitzwing’s audial when he leaned down. Blitzwings face spun rapidly before settling on random.

“Ahahahaha!!”

“Ha! Hahahah!!” Bumblebee started laughing again and soon the both of them were on the ground, vents staring to kick in from their laughing fits.

Megatron looked at the two, fight fully forgotten for the moment. Blitzwing was hitting the ground repeatedly as he laughed and Bumblebee was practically rolling and kicking his feet. Essentially they were in hysterics.

Megatron wasn’t the only one, everyone had now stopped to stare.

“Blitzwing “ Megatron growled out “what does that mean?”

Oh he really didn’t want to know.

“He just told you to suck his spike!” Random yelled and then got back to laughing.

Megatron startled, staring at Optimus, optics simultaneously wide and glaring.

For his part Optimus merely shrugged.

Somewhere behind Megatron, Starscream started cackling and Lugnut gave an offended gasp.

Megatron looked very angry now and, well, Optimus was so annoyed that this fight was happening right now. At the same time as the premier of the first live tour of the world’s largest archival library. So what he said next also just slipped out.

“If it helps I wouldn’t actually let you”

“What” 

Okay, 1) why does he look offended? And 2 )how can he make it worse?

“Well, you’re old” 

Starscream trips over his pedes laughing, falling on his aft and ‘gasping for breath’ so to speak.

“I-! I am not old you insolent brat. I am experienced”

“Because you’re old?”

(important commentary in tags)

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Since we're all so JUSTIFIABLY angry at Mr. "Better Brother" Moon in TSAMS, I wanna give you a juicy lil scenario that probably wont happen but I think totally should:

So EVENTUALLY Moon gets off his ass and goes to Sun and "yeah that was stupid I should've been here for you I'm sorry" like we know is going to happen yadda yadda...

And Sun responds with "Thank you, Moon, I accept your apology. I don't forgive you."

And of course Moon is flabbergasted, Sun doesnt do that, what did he do, he's trying to be better.

And Sun LAYS INTO HIM.

Remember how everyone wanted Sun to read him the riot act when he came back. THIS is the moment.

"I've had to pretend everything's okay, watch you and everyone erase all evidence of Nexus like he hadnt been a good brother for a whole year, you saying you're trying to be better when all you've been doing is getting rid of the competition."

Moon tries to inject with Suns name, but Sun doesnt let him.

"You're a goddam coward, Moon. I needed you after this. But you're too scared to deal with the fact I loved another version you, so you ran."

"I did love Nexus more than you. But I buried that because you did want to be better, and were trying. But you keep pushing me aside, getting into your old habits, and do everything your way cuz 'you're better and you know best'. And when I'm forced to KILL SOMEONE, that no one but me remembers WAS GOOD, you screw off when I needed you the most. Because the fact that I'm mourning Nexus at all is too much for you."

"I still love you Moon. And despite everything I STILL can't hate you. I would like to, because he WAS better, but I CANT. So I wont forgive you now. And maybe in a few days, when I'm back to the docile meek brother you expect me to be, I'll apologize for being hurtful or whatever. But I dont want you to forget this, cuz you let me down when I needed you more than ever. So you're not forgiven. And maybe you will be when you can actually SHOW ME that you can be a better brother. I love you, I dont hate you, but you dont get to be forgiven yet."

And then Sun leaves Moon alone and speechless, end episode.

And since this was so self indulgent for my anger I'll say that the LAES episode would be Solar finally talking to Lunar (and Earth) about how they should be acting now TOWARDS SUN and how he doesn't think they BOTH been doing the best thing in the Nexus situation cuz its Solar and he's nicer about this than the tumblr fandom so it wouldnt be a full riot act but it would be SOMETHING to finally get their flanderized heads straight

Sorry it took awhile to reply. But this is honestly great! No notes!

I hope we wish this all could happen

[creative1writings]

The Weight of New Beginnings

Summary: You're Suguru Getos daughter and Gojo adopts you, at the request of Geto.

A/n: this'll either have multiple parts or I'll turn into a series.

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of death.

After the death of your father, Gojo took you in and at first it was difficult.

He had a room all set up for you and promised to take you shopping in order to make it to your liking but a week had gone by and you locked yourself away in the bare room. You stayed curled up in bed, rarely eating and never spoke a word, the only time you left was to use the rest room and get a glass of water and each and every time you did so Gojo would be near with a small smile on his face in hopes you would open up to him only for that smile to fall because every time you would walk by head hung low hair shielding your face.

After a month went by you started joining Gojo and Megumi for dinner, a sparkle of hope made residence in Gojo, but when you sat for dinner you didn't say anything, barely looking at them but when you did Gojo couldn't help but hold the gaze for as long as you'd allow, you reminded him so much of Geto with your dark hair and your eyes, ones that hold so much emotion, they revealed everything you were actually feeling when you wouldn't allow your mouth too.

Megumi felt bad for you, he never really knew his father so he couldn't relate but he thought about what it would be like if Gojo died and that made him understand, he wanted to reach out to you to let you know that he was there but was afraid of over stepping. Not one to talk about feelings but something about you drew him in, something that made him want to tell you everything just so you'd talk to him but he kept his distance. Only observing, watching you, trying to see if he can gather on things that make you tick and what makes the corners of lips turn up, but you kept that same look on your face one that screamed you were masking the emotion that rumbled underneath and that only made him want to reach out more, to grasp you and let you know everything is okay now.

Megumi was the first one you opened up too, you made it known to him he was no longer looked at as a stranger, you slowly but surely started to talk more to him, it started off as small hellos and how are yous and turned into you both sneaking away for walks during the late night hours when sleep was hard to find. Megumi felt something deep within when he went on these little adventures with you, something stirred and made his heart grow warmer.

It was late Saturday night, you and Megumi sat on the couch watching a movie, you sat with your feet tucked under you, your arms circled around yourself, still a little tense. Gojo sat in the kitchen, looking through the papers scattered on the table, his blindfold lay next to his hand, his fingers pinching the piece of paper holding it up so he could read it closely. Eyes scanned across the sheet, but suddenly a sound bounced off the walls causing both men to pause, his eyes slid across the room looking into the living room to catch a smile fading from your face. You had giggled, for the first time. Gojo could only feel warmth spread throughout himself, a smile of his own making its way to his face. Megumi on the other hand couldn't peel his eyes away from your lips trying to hold that image in his mind, a blush dusting his cheeks and his heart rate finally coming down, you turned your head slightly eyes landing on Megumis

'What is it'

You said in a soft tone, making Megumi snap out of it, eyes then meeting yours. He shook his head feeling his lips twitch up slightly in a soft smile.

'Nothing'

He responded, but in his mind he vowed to make you laugh at least once every day, the sound seemed to have imprinted itself in his head, it echoed in his ears causing goosebumps to rise, he needed to hear it again. He was pulled from his thoughts when he was jerked to the side slightly, an action caused by Gojo situating himself in between the two. Gojo kept stealing glances at you his eyes dancing between the TV and your face, hoping something funny will happen again so he can get a closer look at your smile, he wanted to see how alike you and your father really were. It might have been for a selfish reason but Gojo couldn't help and hope you could be the replacement of Geto he needed, even if it wasn't a physical relationship he wanted that emotional bond again so desperately, and so far you've reminded him of Geto in every way possible but something about that only reminded him that he wasn't here because Gojo failed as a friend, if only he had payed more attention and pried himself in between Geto and his problems, had been there when he needed. He was pulled from his thoughts when that same giggle filled his ears, his eyes landing on your face, seeing the remnants of your smile, your lips were curled over your pearly whites and that only solidified the fact that you were your father's daughter, a sight that was rare but when it happened it was memorable. Both men, unbeknownst, silently came to the same agreement, wanting to make that smile appear at least once. Gojo did it for the reason a father or guardian wanted to see their child happy, Megumi did it for the reason that he wanted to make you happy because it made his heart skip a beat, being able to know he could pull something so heavenly out of you.