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drownedkiwi · 1 month ago
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It's begun...........feat Assan mention
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yangcherie · 1 year ago
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bathing.
𐀔 pairings: cast (astarion, gale, wyll, lae’zel, shadowheart, karlach, halsin) x female!tiefling!tav (reader).
𐀔 content warnings: suggestive, everybody is a little freak, non-consensual voyeurism, implied scent kink (gale), mentions of scars, afab anatomy. tiefling anatomy.
𐀔 sypnosis: what is a warrior to do when all their companions are peeping toms?
𐀔 author’s note: they are freaks and its been very long since i’ve written. please forgive a lady if what she’s written is unappealing.
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“Can you keep it – fucking quiet?!”
Astarion whisper-yells at the entire party of people hiding within bushes and treelines, all fighting tooth and nail like rabid animals for a peek (and taste) of their ragtag, frustratingly attractive leader’s curves.
They didn’t even mean to stumble into eachother, each to their own blindly traversing through the thickets of the woods towards the nearest river. Tav simply mentioned having to retire early to take a bath (much to Gale’s dismay), and they all hungrily jumped towards the opportunity like dogs to a meatless bone, the one of the hopefully many chances they’ll see you naked, vulnerable, and shivering – even if it’s only due to the lack of warmth in the river’s streams.
It’s wrong, debauched, even. Hells, even literal devils, Karlach and Wyll, wear faces ridden with shame. Of course, they (namely Astarion and Lae’zel) poked at the others stalking as if they weren’t shamelessly doing the same.
The tension in the air was thick, each a barrel on the verge of explosion ready to wipe out the recently discovered possibility of rivalries and competition – but they couldn’t blame eachother; there was just something about you that made you so very enticing. They all thought it was incredibly silly to think only one person would want you.
“Well,” Astarion clicked his tongue in displeasure, having his private time foiled. Still, he smiled sardonically. “we’re all degenerates, it seems. We’re all looking forward to having a... fun time.”
A deep rumble came, and it surprisingly did not come from the forest ground. It was simply Halsin, all too polite and calm smiles. Astarion groaned; he was sick of this big fucking oaf with hearts for eyes and a log of wood for brains. “We are not depraved for simply yearning to admire our friend in a state of tranquil—”
“Oh, please! Don’t act like a saint in front of me!” The vampire spawn huffed, hands on his hips. “We’re all here for the same reason, we all want to see Tav fucking naked, no point in lying now!”
Tints of red and pink all rushed to everyone’s faces, and even Shadowheart was reduced to fiddling with her fingers together. Though awkward coughs ensued in the air, not a single word of denial was uttered.
Karlach is first to speak up, ever brazen. “It’s true!” She says with her signature sharp smile. “I wanted to see her tits!”
(Lae’zel and Astarion nodded approvingly to Karlach’s honesty. Halsin and Gale quietly shared their sentiments on their preference to your ass. Shadowheart and Wyll could not disagree to both.)
Amidst their busy conversation and debate regarding your body’s fine qualities, the alarmingly close and approaching noises of branches snapping and leaves crunching had rendered them silent, panicked shivers and goosebumps on their skin. With shared glances and only a few split seconds to react, the party floundered and flailed for whatever they could use to stay hidden.
“Settle down, you circus; Tav’s coming!” Wyll is the first amongst the party to silently and comically dive into a bush with Karlach, clutching their tails to avoid it rustling about in excitement. Halsin had thrown Gale and Astarion atop a tree’s thick branches before joining them. Lae’zel, disappointingly, camoflauges just well with the greenery, watching Shadowheart flounder about and settle for lying on the ground with grass over her face.
“All you filthy ska'keth.” Lae’zel hisses, letting everyone know of your now visible presence, the halting of your footsteps along the other edge of the river. “Enjoy the show.”
Across the distance, their focus had been shifted to you and now solely you.
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You quietly groan, trudging towards the river you’ve been searching to no end, you set down your basket of fine oils, herbs and waxes as your armored limbs ache and practically cry for a dip in the clear stream. With no haste, you take in the cool night air, this little moment of peace, away from prying eyes you’ve fought long and hard to obtain. Sweat trickles down your throat, your tail swaying in contentment in the calm atmosphere.
Quickly deciding you’ve had enough of the crisp air, you reach towards your body to unclasp and unfasten the many buckles on your durable armor – starting with the iron top, quickly taking it off to reveal your bare, battle-worn chest and hastily discarding the metal on your legs, throwing them aside in favor of letting the cold air bite at your naked, scarred body before you go into the water; allowing your body a little moment of respite from the suffocation and heat of tight, bloody armor – even letting your tail sway around freely instead of being constricted to being stiff. A content smile creeps its way onto your face.
You lightly step your way from the sand to the edge of the water, continuing to walk until you’re trembling from the cold, until you’re hips-down in the water. A grateful sigh is pulled from your lips as you start to wade about, your hands subtly working to wash the dried blood, gore and grime off of your body and hair – using the oils and wax soaps of sweet woodruff and wine from your basket, even scrubbing your horns. A little part of you finds this normalcy almost unfamiliar, uncomfortable; it’s been quite a while you’ve taken care of yourself. Your thoughts start to drift; prior to your abduction by the Nautiloid ship, were you ever taken care of, like this? By other hands, even?
(You hope so.)
Another sigh is dragged out of you, though wearier as guilt treads within you. Just a little moment of peace, of indulgence before you go back to the dreadful task of keeping your companions and yourself alive and fighting. Just a little more time. You think you deserve it.
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A silence was washed over the forest, and the party as they all beheld you and your battle-worn body. It felt almost sacred, like doing this would have them damned to the Hells and below but it was simply too captivating. Your bodice was a web and a product of war, and they were caught mesmerized – with only the dense forest and one another to witness their quickly unravelling need for you. But even then, they felt some semblance to pity. What they wouldn’t give to the gods right now to be by your side and give you some tending to.
The ridges down your back, the swaying base of your tail, the alluring image of your hips and ass teasingly disappearing into the water below, the silhouette of your horns – that untroubled smile on your lips – they all drink it in with their eyes in a fashion similar to Astarion’s throat would with your blood.
They savor it for as long as they can, before stepping out of the trance as Gale himself not-so-quietly attempted to clamber down from the rough-bark tree he was settled in, dropping down to the dirt and crushing the leaves loudly and ungracefully. Shadowheart gaped with mortification at him from the ground, everyone wishing to every god above you would have mistaken the sound as a particularly large animal, perhaps an owlbear and not a wizard along with an entire party intruding on your privacy.
“Gale! What in the Nine Hells are you doing?!”
Astarion had settled for whisper-yelling once again, pointing at him accusingly from his position atop the tree’s branches besides Halsin. Gale waved his hand, silently telling him to shut the fuck up, before urgently pointing at your discarded armor and clothing, then proceeding to give him a big smile and two thumbs up.
Surely enough to the mortification of the party, he quickly cast Misty Step over himself to travel to your area and hastily swiped (stole) anything soft – including your unattended bandages and undergarments, taking a small moment to put it to his nose and re-casting the spell to return below the tree within a few seconds. He wallowed in his pride before with a swift motion, tucked the newly acquired materia into the pockets of his robe much to the discomfort (and mild envy) of all of them.
“A man has to do and take what he can.” Gale reasoned to nobody in particular, nodding solemnly as if he just shared a piece of wisdom. He suppressed a yelp as Lae’zel then threw a rock at him, followed by another as Astarion thwacked a small branch straight to his forehead from above.
“Just leave it.” Wyll snidely commented, fighting with his life to tear away his eyes from your moonlit form, breaking out of a trance. “We should leave, go back to camp. It’d be suspicious if everyone just disappeared.”
“Ugh, you are such a killjoy, Wyll.” Astarion rolled his eyes but complied, scaling down the tree quietly, much unlike Gale earlier, who was still fiddling around his pockets with your intimates. “A party pooper, even.”
As repulsive the idea to leave you was, it was reasonable. Begrudingly, everyone quietly sat up or climbed down and quietly attempted to find their way through the dense, dark forest, sharing little observations and hushed chitchat along the way. And soon enough, the party found themselves in familiar territory, now gathering around and settling down near the campfire like they previously had before you announced your leave, as if they didn’t just claw their way through eachother earlier to see a scrap of your vulnerability.
The fire cast a warm glow over the party as they immersed in chitchat, a few (namely Shadowheart and Astarion) pestering and even offering a bargain to Gale for the underclothes he had nicked earlier. The wizard was not deterred; fair and square, he wagged his finger as if to say nuh-uh to the seething two. It was only shortly after, that you came stumbling back into camp like a lost fawn, hair and body language calm and loose but the armor remaining stiff on your body.
Karlach coughed to let the others know you had arrived from your personal time. “Soldier! You’re back!” You greeted her with a nod, before raising a brow and sweeping your eyes amongst them. Gale swallowed, placing a protective hand over the pocket that held your garments.
“You would not believe what happened.” You sighed in utter distress before plopping yourself down besides Halsin and Astarion on the log to let the fire embrace you with warmth, piquing everyone’s interest and attention with intense ease. “A wandering owlbear ate my clothes.”
They all collectively either guffawed or choked on their spit, Lae’zel scoffing and Astarion groaning amongst them. Right. Of course, you would have thought it was a fucking owlbear. Thieving owlbears that take normal, musky clothes instead of shiny armor.
“Ah, owlbears.” Gale tutted and sighed with faux sympathy, nervously chuckling and shifting to hide the lump in his pockets. “They’d eat almost anything, really.”
Astarion shot him a bewildered look, as if to ask, don’t you? You swallowed two of my books last night!
“You can borrow my clothes, for the night.” Shadowheart butted in, suddenly slotting herself behind you and setting a reassuring palm on your shoulder. You smiled at her, gazing up at her gratefully. “Thank you, Sha—”
“Well, you can have my clothes!” Karlach and Lae’zel shot up in unison.
“Sharing your old filth, I can sew them new clothes!” Astarion argued, until everyone started refuting eachother and proposing that you take theirs and whatnot.
You sighed with exasperated fondness, immensely troubled but somewhat used to it as you watch your companions pointlessly banter, having little doubt that by the end of the night, you’d have a fair share of everyone’s wardrobe into yours.
Still, you hope to the very bottom of your heart that the “owlbear” that stole your clothes had a full tummy, at least.
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mrsackermannx · 2 years ago
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— TEASE | GOJO SATORU
MDNI | it feels like all your boyfriend does is work these days. | kinda mean gojo, degradation, praise kink, choking, pussy-slapping, rougher sex, thigh-fucking, mirror sex, established relationship. | 2k |
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Gojo Satoru was nothing short of a manhandler. A passionate manhandler at that—but one nonetheless. It was like he didn’t know his own strength at times with you. Especially when he hadn’t seen you all day and had been craving you since breakfast. 
He’d slammed you onto the kitchen counter just this morning, working his way between your legs with hungry kisses. Your hands slipped into his hair on instinct, bracing yourself for his sweet tongue when he’d gotten a call from Nanami. 
He’d been stewing all day. What happened to only calling before nine if someone’s life was on the line. 
You yelped as Gojo appeared behind you, choking on your toothpaste and glaring at him as you coughed into the sink. With a big grin on his lips he tugged his blindfold half down at the sight.
It was always different when he removed it, when you could follow exactly where his eyes were. In one smooth movement he crossed the space between you, his body heat practically engulfing you. He rubbed at your back, slowly dipping his hand lower as his lips brushed your ear, “I’m home,” he whispered, that teasing lilt to his voice.
You shoved him and hissed, “I wish you’d stop doing that!” before you spat out your mouthwash.
He frowned at you in your reflections, “Well, if you don’t want to see me that badly I’ll just leave.” 
You groaned. “Sator—“ though you were completely cut off by the way his chest was now pressed against your back and how his hands were caging you in so that the marble counter dug into your abdomen. 
“But I know you don’t want that,” he whispered lowly. And then he tugged his blindfold completely off, stuffing it into his pocket. His eyes glowed as they feasted on you without shame. The bathroom was dark, lit only by a few aromatherapy candles from Nanami last Christmas. Casting a golden hue over you both in the mirror before you. Perfect, he thought.
He smoothed his hands down the bare planes of your shoulder blades, plucking the thin straps of your nightdress. He chuckled, meanly, “No comeback? Cat got your tongue?”
You shook your head and he grinned, pressing a kiss to your nape as he started pawing at your hips. Your eyes fell shut, leaning back against him and into his touch. A little hum of approval tickled your ear as he kissed along your jaw, hitching up your nightdress to grab at your ass. “Where’s that mouth now? Or do I have to put it to use, baby? Go on, you were mad right? Keep talking, tell me why.”
“I wasn’t it’s just, I could have been doing anything—“ Your voice shook as he ripped your nightdress open, watching it balloon pathetically into the sink. Glee brought those perfect features of his to life as he eyed you in the mirror. As if he’d just helped you out of your nightdress in a completely normal manner. 
“Anything, like…?” Then he squeezed your ass so hard you had to smother your moan into your palm. “Like what?” he muttered into your hair, “Why don’t you show me what I missed?”
His hand wandered between your thighs, cupping your dripping sex. He groaned at the wet heat of it.“Please, Satoru. Was just gonna go to bed,” you whined, grinding down onto his large fingers.
He withdrew his hand, nibbling on your ear. “No, I think you were gonna have a little fun without me, baby. So now, no fun for you.”
You swallowed at his short tone and huffed at the denial, but you couldn’t deny that it turned you on when he was a little mean like this. But he didn’t leave you for long, though the mere seconds felt like minutes.
His hands caressed your curves until they rested on your breasts, thumbs working your nipples until a breathy groan from you both sang through the acoustics of the bathroom. “Did ya hear me, baby?”
You nodded, moaning when he forcibly shifted your thighs apart. He clicked his tongue, cerulean eyes catching every needy knit of your brow, “That’s not an answer.”
He slapped your clit, again and again—feeling your slick ooze onto his palm with each one. “All these sounds. So you can still use your voice, interesting—I mean,” he chuckled mirthlessly, showing you the slick shining against his palm. 
“Look at this, angel, you really need me this much?”
You turned your face away but he brought it right back to his own, pressing a kiss to your temple before speaking against it. Your eyes locked in the mirror. “Why are you hiding? Why are you embarrassed when you have such an erotic body,” he whispered, voice sultry. “Go on. Look at it.”
“Satoru!” He turned your face to the mirror, drawing his hands up and down your centre, stopping between the valley of your breasts. Then he cupped them whilst he dragged his lips across the curve of your neck and shoulder, flicking your nipples ever so often. “Please.”
He rutted his clothed erection against you at your breathy plea, aching with need. “No matter how many times I see it…I still want to lick every part so I never forget how sweet you taste. That’s how fucking erotic it is.”
“Please, just, don’t tease me,” you rasped, gasping when he turned your jaw to finally kiss you. He smirked against your lips before sliding his tongue against yours in response to your whimper.
Swept away he found himself arching you roughly over the sink top, grinding his arousal against your ass. “It’s okay, angel. You’re okay. Gonna fuck you so good, gonna give you what you want,” he cooed as you whined.
“Y’know I wanna cum all over what’s mine too. You know how much you drive me fucking crazy, don’t you, baby?” 
“Satoru, please. Put it in. Need you so bad.”
“Yeah?” He panted, tugging away the clothing on his upper body, and leaving his godly physique for your viewing pleasure. The candlelight illuminated every sweet, carved crevice of his muscle. 
Then his pants were being shoved down, barely under his hip bones before he was sliding his cock between your thighs. “Beg for it,” he urged breathily, before he broke into nothing but moans into your ear. Grunting and fucking your thighs like a madman just to relish the sensations. Your slick coated his frustrated shaft and then the tip of his cock with every slide against your pussy—it was addictive, even. 
“Toru’, baby, please!” He gripped your nape and then held your entire jaw in the other, bringing you both closer to the mirror.
“Want you to look at yourself and tell me you didn’t ask to be fucked the second I got home?” he gestured to the ripped silk of your nightdress. “Want you to be honest,” he moaned.
“No, I, I was just…” His cock was hard and relentless between your thighs, pushing them together just to fuck them harder. 
“Got hard the second I saw your ass peeking out under that dress, admit it—you’re a fucking tease, aren’t you baby?”
“Please-“
“It’s Sa-to-ru, or nothing, or you’re getting even less than this,” he slapped your clit over and over until you moaned his name.
“Say it, tell me you wanted to tease me.”
“But I didn’t-“
Before you could even process it your front was being slammed onto the counter, you turned your face to eye the beautiful but impatient man behind you. He was flushed up to his ears. 
He spread your legs wide and filled you impossibly, bottoming out all at once. The grip on your waist was bruising and inescapable. His pace was so ruthless all at once you could hardly keep up. 
“Satoru, Satoru, feels so good,” you moaned, drool pooling down the corners of your lips. “Too good!”
“Of course it does, you were made to get fucked just like this— that’s why, don’t know why you think you’re worth anything else, huh? When you’re so perfect for me just—like—this,” he growled.
“Satoru. M’ all yours!” You were so breathless it was a miracle you were still capable of words. But you loved it, you loved when he degraded you like this. So much so you suddenly thrusted back onto his cock, impatient and chasing your release.
“Fucking desperate little thing, am I not fast enough for ya? Little praise get you that excited?”
He lifted you so you could face how undone you’d become in the mirror. “To think you were gonna fuck yourself without me, like you can do what I can to your body.”
“I can't!”
“I know, this pussy was begging me to fill it as soon as I gave it a shred of attention,” he purred, stopping to kiss at your face until you grinned against him, pliant and struggling for breath.
“But don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
He pulled out and threw you over his shoulder. And then before you’d even blinked he was throwing you down onto your shared bed and sliding back in. He tossed both your hands above your head and cuffed them together with one of his own, lips brushing yours. “You and that slutty little nightdress, huh?”
“I was teasing you, wanted you to come home to me in the nightdress cause…” You wrapped your body tighter around his and his heart throbbed in his chest.
“Go on, tell me baby, tell me so I can be nice to you,” he cooed, voice sweeter than honey as his cock bullied that spot inside of you again. “You can come all over my face as soon as you tell me, baby, all night—promise.” 
His eyes widened as tears ran down your face, “'Cause’ you’ve been on so many missions, I’ve hardly seen you, miss you.”
“Why you crying baby?” he wiped away your tears, kissing your wet cheeks as he slowed down his pace. “Hm? Cause you miss me or cause my dick feels too good?”
“Both,” you moaned, laughing shakily into his neck.
“Yeah? Well, I miss you too, guess I'll have to remind you of just how much I love you, huh? In the way we do best, yeah?” 
His lips were sweet on yours as he brought your legs up with careful hands, until your ankles were kissing either side of his neck, hand on your throat as he started to pound in and out.
”I go crazy when I don’t see you baby, when I can’t taste my angel, and have your pussy fucking squeezing me like this.“ He groaned against the the corner of your mouth. “Feeling like heaven. Heaven made just for me.”
“Satoru, I love you so much.”
“Fucking love you so much more.”
He had your hair in handfuls, his mouth seeking full monopoly of your own, his thrusts slowed down to softness, but they were still passionate, still dizzyingly deep but laced with love. 
His kissing grew sloppier, moaning into your lips as you felt him growing closer and closer, his voice strained and shaky. “M’ gonna fill you to your limit, won’t forget anything then—won’t forget that you’re all mine.”
“Satoru!” You felt his cum fill you up and then some, the lewd wet sounds making your cheeks burn. Yet you moaned in tandem, kissing all over his jaw as he continued fucking you just as hard, his broken whimpers sweet melodies to your ears. “More, more, need more,” You chanted, completely lost in him. “Need it.”
He cupped your cheek, lips pressed to your forehead as he started rubbing on your clit, “You wouldn’t be mine if you didn’t.”
Your eyes lulled shut and you finally rejoiced in the sounds of your voices filling the room together. The past few weeks it had been much too silent, but now the walls could hardly contain your whimpers or Satoru’s low moans. “Don’t forget, that I love you, baby—ever,” he panted into your lips, hand squeezing yours as you came apart around him. “So, so much.”
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friccafracc · 9 months ago
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DROP THE FIC OR IM COMING FOR YOUR KNEECAPS
ALRIGHT OK BUT I NEED IT TO BE KNOWN THAT I HAVENT WRITTEN ANYTHING SERIOUSLY SINCE HIGHSCHOOL OK
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“Something is after me. I know it is, I’ve seen it. It looks like a man, but I know that it’s not. It…. It’s face is like a mockery of something human- like- like if you asked someone who has never seen a human to draw or model a person’s face, their smile. No… I don’t think any human would be able to get it that wrong.”
“And I’m not crazy, alright? God, y’all probably get that a lot here, don’t you? You people specialize in crazy. Not that I’m anyone to judge anymore, given the shit I went through before coming out here. I didn’t even know a place like this existed outside the Usher Foundation. I just…there’s some weird, crazy shit out there I guess, and when I heard about y’all, I figured I should probably pay a visit. At least let someone know before I die.”
“I know I’m gonna die.”
“I suppose I should start from the beginning. My name is Joshua Nelson, I’m originally from the States–Memphis Tennessee. Now, if there’s one thing you should know about Memphis, it’s that nobody in their right mind should EVER move there on their own accord, ‘cause you’ll either get mugged or stalked or both. I was born and raised there, so I never really got the choice during the formative years of my life. I’ve learned to live with it, though.”
“I worked retail in a gas station before…well, everything. It was a shithole. The kind of building where, no matter how hard you scrubbed and no matter how much bleach you used, the stains and smell of smoke would never leave. Instead just…mingled with the citrus of the chemicals. It paid the bills, though, and I was never witness to a robbery, so I couldn’t complain too much. The customers were docile and if I noticed anyone shoplifting, I kept it to myself. I wasn’t getting paid enough to give a damn.”
“We had regulars that would come in on a schedule and regulars that wouldn’t. People who were just passing through the city or visiting family or friends. You get all types in that kinda place, and if you’re placid enough to any asshole who’s having a bad day, everyone gets along just fine. There were a couple of regulars who were friendly enough, though, that I remember their names. Miss Kelly was an older woman, short and heavyset–she was one of the friendlier ones. We’ve got a lot of talkers in the south and boy did she make sure I knew every exact reason for what her kids were getting up to, or what was going on in a reality show she was hooked on at the time.”
“George Michael, a thin man in his 40s, maybe, always came in whenever he needed a new pack of cigarettes, I think he was a chain-smoker, cause he was in there a lot.”
“And then…then there was Hunter. Now Hunter was a younger man, maybe college age. A little older than that? Poor bastard was hooked on something, that much anyone could tell. He was gaunt, a little twitchy, you know, telltale signs of drug abuse. I could never tell what specifically he was on, but then again, it was never my business to know. I treated him the same as every other customer, we all knew he wasn’t gonna cause any harm, he usually came in for food, chips and hotdogs and stuff and he never caused a fuss.”
“I think… I think Hunter is dead.”
“One day he came in, I think it was a Wednesday or something cause it was slow that afternoon, and he burst through the door. Well–maybe not burst, but he came in the building like he was racing to get indoors first before someone else. The guy was usually jittery and, I’ll admit, a little shifty usually, but this was full blown paranoia. It startled me at first, his intensity, and he made a b-line towards the back of the store and ducked behind one of the shelves. Maybe not duck completely like ducking for cover, but it was obvious he was hiding. It almost made me expect the police or some drug lord to come storming through the door, but nobody else came.”
“Hunter stayed pacing in the building for a good 20 or 30 minutes, periodically lifting his head to crane his neck and peer out the window or the glass of the door. I checked once or twice as well, but if someone was out there, I didn’t see them. Eventually the guy calmed down enough to buy something and when he approached the counter with his bag of Doritos he looked almost like he was going to be sick.”
“I asked him if everything was alright, but he just shook his head and left.”
“I didn’t see him again for another week or two after that. Obviously I assumed the worst. I theorized that someone was after him and when he didn’t show up when he usually did it was more than enough to confirm my suspicions. Be it cops or some random person on the street, I couldn’t decide which fate would be worse, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel for the guy at least a little bit.”
“Hunter was almost completely out of my mind when I saw him again. I was surprised. By all accounts, it didn’t look like anything had changed about him. Maybe aside from the fact that his posture was way better than it usually was when I saw him, but other than that, nothing was out of the ordinary.”
“Business went on as usual and when he came up to the till with a liter of coke, I offered him a ‘Welcome Back’ and rang him up.”
“When I turned back to him, he was smiling. For some reason it was like a pit opened in the bottom of my stomach. I couldn’t understand why, though. It looked like Hunter–patchy, unkempt stubble, greasy hair, thin face, sunken eyes. His appearance had never bothered me before, so I was struck with confusion that mixed in with the undefinable, sudden sense of dread.”
“‘Thank you,’ he said as I handed him his change. And he walked out the door. It sounded like Hunter, too.”
“Hunter returned the next day, and the next. Each time he was polite and quiet, and each time he smiled when I rang him up. I counted his teeth. They were straight and flat. When I counted mine in the mirror when I smiled, I saw 17 or 18. Hunter’s counted 24.”
“Maybe he has a dental problem that I didn’t notice until now, I told myself. Human bodies are weird. Sometimes you have more teeth than usual.”
“The fourth day he came in a row, I saw his eyes and his pupils were…swollen, is the only way I can describe them. I know what people’s eyes look like when they’re high. This was not that. It was like they almost swallowed up his irises completely, and they were dull. Dull in the sense that the fluorescents overhead did nothing to cast any reflections onto them. It made me want to writhe and squirm whenever he looked at me.”
“I called in sick the fifth day. I knew Hunter would be back in that gas station to see me. I knew it was to see me. And I knew that thing. That..whatever it was. It wasn’t Hunter.”
“I guess a part of me was always dreading that day. I had always heard stories about people being stalked from friends of friends. It was only a matter of time before it happened to me, right?”
“I saw Hunter at the grocery store the next day, posture straight and face split open into that smile with too many teeth. I didn’t have the mind to be polite. I turned completely around and walked the other way, trying to fool myself thinking that he hadn’t seen me. I kept a pocket knife on me after that encounter. I probably should have been before, but hindsight is always 20/20.”
“Each time I saw him after that, it was worse. On the street to my apartment, his eyes were too wide and his grinning mouth was slightly agape. A crude facsimile of delight as I rushed past him. I stopped going into work when I started to spot him everywhere I went. Every destination no matter how far or random, he was there, grinning at me. He knew where I lived, that I had no doubt. So I went to a friend’s one night hoping to throw him off. Maybe I could move out and lose him. Lord knows I didn’t have the money to break my lease early, but I was desperate.”
“My friend suggested I call the police, but for some reason I was convinced that wouldn’t help. Cops usually only made things worse in that town, and I had a sinking feeling going that route would only waste my time.”
“The final straw was the second night I was crashing on my friend’s couch. I was exhausted, the past few weeks spent sleepless and paranoid and I was ready to finally pass out when I heard a light, rhythmic tapping on the window behind my head.”
“It’s just the wind, I thought to myself. A tree branch or something scraping against the glass. The exhaustion was completely gone, my pounding heart and pumping adrenaline overpowering any lame excuse that I would be stupid enough to be reassured by.”
“I didn’t move from where I lay. Tap. Tap. Tap. Came through the window once again.”
“I don’t know why I laid there for so long, unmoving, convinced that if I didn’t turn around, whatever it was outside would lose interest and leave. I really, really wanted it to leave.”
“I lay still for what felt like hours, every muscle in my body wound up and tense and ready to leap into action at any given opportunity. I was praying the opportunity would never come.”
“I don’t know how long it was when the tapping ceased, but it was long before I finally managed to relax. It seemed like my strategy worked. What an idiotic thing to think. Like I was a child hiding from an imaginary monster in the dark. Like the logic of not giving a stalker any attention so it would go away was sound. No. I think it was that false hope that landed me in this situation.”
“Because when that tapping came again, I wasn’t prepared to turn around. But I did. I turned around and what I saw in the darkness through that glass was… I don’t know what it was. I know it had eyes and teeth. It was grinning, but its teeth stretched well beyond what would be the borders of its face. God, I couldn’t see its face. I knew it was Hunter, though. It had those same lightless eyes that stared back at me every time I closed my own. Dead and dark and dull and staring at me–eating at me, wide and gleeful and spilling into the shadow that I could only assume was a part of the creature, itself. Its form took up nearly the entirety of the window, blocking the outside world. It didn’t move.”
“I screamed. I screamed and closed the curtains and I hid. This woke my friend of course, and she came stumbling out of her room, looking bleary but alert. I tried to signal to her not to go to the window or do anything or to call the police. Thankfully she got the message and the cops were there within the hour.”
“They didn’t find anything. Or anyone, for that matter. I left out the…the monster bit, because I assumed it might land me somewhere I really didn’t want to go.”
“They were about as helpful as I thought they would be. Told me to call them again if I noticed any suspicious activity.”
“I booked my flight here that very night. I wasn’t going to stay in that goddamn city with whatever the HELL that thing was. I don’t want to end up like Hunter. I don’t want it to wear my skin.”
“It will, though. I know it will and it scares me more than anything in the world. And I know I can’t escape it, either.”
“It followed me here. I saw it. It was still grinning at me and it was still. Wearing. Hunter’s. Skin. The shadow that was cast over it made it so I could only see the whites of it’s eyes....its teeth.”
“I don’t want to die.”
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caroldantops · 1 year ago
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indentation in the shape of you || valcarol
ship: valkyrie x carol danvers
summary/request: carol shows valkyrie her new suit. valkyrie doesn't like it.
word count: 1.2k
warnings: smut (18+ only), kinda pwp, the marvels spoilers, strap on use, jealous sex, daddy valkyrie, dom!val, sub!carol
a/n: if you're seeing this coming from a ship tag hello! i usually write reader insert so if you go to my blog looking for more of this ummm. sorry.
masterlist | ao3 link
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“I’m glad that they seem to be adjusting well. Fury tells me that they’re working on restoring Tarnax’s atmosphere, so hopefully they won’t have to stay in New Asgard for too much longer,” Carol tightens her fists at her side, tension in her body clear as she stands in front of Valkyrie’s desk. 
“Oh, no worries. Having them is no bother at all. Though I’m sure they’re eager to get off Earth,” Valkyrie hums as she swirls her dagger.
Carol insisted on coming down after fixing Hala’s sun to check on things, something that didn’t surprise Valkyrie in the slightest. What did surprise her was her sudden costume change. Her suit was different. Less saturated, emblem bigger on her chest. Valkyrie didn’t like it. It didn’t feel like the Captain Marvel image that she’d grown used to. 
Plus, this one’s torn in places. Cheaply made. Not fitting for a hero who flies into suns. 
Carol is rambling on about something to do with one of the Skrull families as Valkyrie analyzes this new suit. It does hug her hips nicely. Form fitting around the waist that she’s grabbed and pulled against her many times before. 
“What’s with the new get-up?” 
“What?” Carol’s train of thought comes to a screeching halt. 
“This,” Valkyrie points her dagger at Carol. “Different suit.” 
Carol looks down at her suit. Valkyrie holds back a chuckle at how she almost looks surprised by what she’s wearing. “Oh! I got a new one.”
“Clearly,” Valkyrie laughs. “Come closer, I wanna see it.” 
Carol scrunches up her brows in confusion at Valkyrie’s sudden interest, but chalks it up to that warrior mentality. That woman loves some good battle armor. She walks around the desk to stand in front of Valkyrie, awkwardly holding still as she inspects the suit, running her hands over the material and poking a finger through one of the tears that ripped during the fight with Dar-Benn. 
“Seems cheap, doesn’t it?” Valkyrie sneers. “My armory could make you something ten times as sturdy. Where’d you get this shit suit from?” 
“It’s not shit,” Carol huffs. Valkyrie raises an eyebrow at her and pulls her finger down, making the rip bigger. “Hey!” 
“Why aren’t you answering me, hm?” Valkyrie knows damn well where this suit came from, she could tell from the moment she touched it. She just wants Carol to say it. 
“Aladna. Prince Yan--”
“Oh, a gift from your husband.” 
Before Carol knows it, she’s being tugged flush against Valkyrie. From her standing position, she towers over her even more than she usually does, but she gulps because she knows who’s in control here. 
Valkyrie knows that Prince Yan is no more than a friend to Carol, but both of them know just how much the idea of Carol being technically married makes Valkyrie’s jealousy blaze. 
Especially when she comes around with the gifts he’s given her. 
“Val--” 
“You know, I’m surprised it looks so dull, given that Aladna’s traditional clothing has more colors than a pride parade.” Valkyrie grips Carol’s waist, fingers digging into her sides. It would hurt if Carol didn’t have super endurance. But it’s enough to make the message clear. 
“It’s fine, I’ll probably go back to my old one anyway.” Carol refuses to make eye contact with her. She can’t let her know how much this is affecting her right now. 
But gods. 
It took Carol a long time to find someone who could make her feel this way. Someone who could make her feel safe rather than terrified of giving in to their control, their dominance. 
It just came so naturally to Valkyrie. Carol supposes that’s why she can’t stay away, comes running back when her thoughts get too much for her to bear and she just needs them shut off. 
Like now. 
“Don’t look away from me,” Valkyrie says firmly. Carol bites her lip and meets her gaze again. “Good girl. Bend over the desk.” 
Carol briefly considers asking why, but at the moment she can’t bring herself to fight Valkyrie’s little game. She moves some stuff out of the way and bends over the desk. She does her best to steady her breathing as she feels Valkyrie’s hands run up the back of her thighs. 
“You’d think that Prince Yan would give his princess a sturdier suit. You know, I bet I could just…” 
Riiiiiiiip.
 “Valkyrie!” 
Valkyrie laughs, giving Carol’s ass a slap as she admires what she’s done. Just as Valkyrie suspected, she was able to poke into one of the tears and fully rip a hole right through the crotch of Carol’s suit. Her cunt is exposed, the pale skin of her ass peeking through the top of the tears as well. Valkyrie steps forward, hips flush against Carol’s ass. 
“Feel that, princess?” Carol groans. “Use your words.” 
“Yes, sir.” Carol gasps as Valkyrie grinds the bulge of her strap into her exposed ass. She tries hiding her face to conceal how flustered she is, but Valkyrie won’t tolerate that. She’s tugged up by her hair, Valkyrie’s lips brushing against her cheek as she speaks lowly to her. 
“Does your husband ever do this for you?” Valkyrie doesn’t expect a response, just chuckling at Carol’s whines. “Does he know what a needy girl you are?” 
“No, sir.” Valkyrie unbuckles her belt, pulling out her strap and nudging the tip between Carol’s already damp folds. Carol shudders, pushing her hips back against the sensation. 
“Greedy, greedy thing. Already trying to fuck yourself on my cock.” Valkyrie stands up straighter, but doesn’t release her grip on Carol’s hair, knowing the stinging in her scalp makes Carol as compliant as can be. “You’re getting spoiled, princess. Gonna have to ask nicely for what you want.” 
“Please,” Carol asks softly, voice pitched high as Valkyrie rubs her clit with her strap. “Please, sir. Please fuck me.” 
“Hmm,” Valkyrie releases Carol’s hair and runs her hand down her back, feeling the strong muscles of her back quiver under her touch. “Dunno, that’s not very convincing if you ask me.” 
“Please, daddy, I need you to fuck me!” 
Valkyrie laughs and sinks her cock into Carol’s weeping pussy. Carol lets out a guttural moan, only overshadowed by the wet noises her cunt makes as Valkyrie pounds deep into her. She grips Carol’s hips, pulling her back against her to meet her rough thrusts. 
She loves having Carol like this. The all-powerful Captain Marvel, destroyer of armies and savior of the universe begging for her tight pussy to be ruined by her, shivering under her praise and degradation, weeping in her arms after she’s been thoroughly fucked. 
Carol must have been particularly pent up today, because it doesn’t take much longer for her to be on the edge, a few strokes of Valkyrie’s fingers over her clit and some whispered praises of “Good princess, let go for me. I’ve got you” send her into a shaking mess as she comes. 
She mumbles something incoherent as Valkyrie flips her over, pulling her up to curl against her chest. “What was that, baby? Can’t hear you when you’re mumbling.” 
“Thank you,” Carol sighs. 
Valkyrie smiles softly, kissing Carol on the tip of her nose and rubbing her back. “You that tired after one round?” 
“Not tired, just…tired.” 
“Ah, yeah. That really cleared things up.” 
“Shut up.” 
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localcryptic · 3 months ago
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WIP Wthursday WOOOOO!!
as tagged by @trebuchet151 and @westealtoys, thank you!!!
i've been so busy with school which, at the very least, means i have lots of wips! it also means i don't have time to finish anything but shhhh
today i have for youuu... gasp. writing??? that's right. Pre-Heartbreak Chargestep Fic In Progress. it was meant to be a short little snippet and instead i've written just under 3000 words before getting to the goddamn point. so enjoy a little slice of that!
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and just for fun have some sketches as well :3 some completely unrelated ripley/ricardo chargestep art, aaaand Lilith and Quinn, who are Judas' and Al's puppets that are totally just girlbestfriends... mhm nothing more going on there (Lilith/Judas belongs to @b33tlejules :3)
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i taaag @typhros, @autumnfangirler @crowshuh and @aurriearts :3
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mell0bee · 1 year ago
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happy WIP wednesday everyone here is my favorite bit from my ~20k toh post-canon hunter fic that will be finished maybe perhaps sometime in the next 17 years or so.
edit: heres the link :]
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gemharvest · 7 months ago
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Gawd I need to finish my thunderstorm fic but it's been long enough since I touched it that I'm scared I'm gonna hate it when I look at it..
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scatterpatter · 8 months ago
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Me: There's no QuickCut fics online! I should be the change I want to see in the world!
Me: *Immediately writes angst*
Anyways I wrote this all in one sitting but I hope it's cool 👉👈
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fireflywitch · 2 years ago
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so (so sorry) central rain - fireflywitch
29K words // complete
part I: the water is evening now
part II: the catacombs are filling in
part III: if my soul was made of stone
part iv: no, not, not so dark, dark
“I have done bad things,” said El. “And people who do bad things, they do not—they do not go to dances. They do not wear beautiful dresses. They are not normal.”
“Oh,” said Will, and El waited for him to say it. Tell her that she wasn’t a monster, and that she’d been forced to do all of those things, and that she should’ve just put on her dress and gone to the dance and pretended anyway.
But he didn’t.  “I think I’m a monster, too.”
Will kills Bob. El kills Terry. Some things are inevitable.
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shuusagi · 1 year ago
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Add a little bit of... spice
Sub!Gojo Satoru x gn!reader
This ended up being longer than expected 😭
Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive, one that instills fear upon many curses. The definition of power and strength, determination and willpower. And here he is, at your beck and call. He had no weakness, or at least that's what his enemies thought.
You trail a finger down Gojo Satoru's chest, watching it quiver as he lets out a shakey exhale. His hips buck, and he whines once more for your touch. You step around the bed, taking all of him in. He's splayed out on the bed, eyes dazed and hair a mess. His shirt has three buttons unbuttoned alongside his pants, and his eyes watches yours slowly but carefully. The room is humid and quiet, all except for quick breaths and a squeaky fan.
"Y/n, god, I- I need you so bad.."
"Ah ah ah", you tut. "I'm gonna take my time, I love hearing you beg~." He let's out a long whine, one that you've become quite accustomed to, and honestly, one you look forward to.
You grab at his shirt and unbutton the last few buttons and watch as the fabric falls and glides against his skin. His breath hitches from how sensitive you’ve made him. Standing at the side of the bed, you trail your finger down his side, hooking into his pants. He watches attentatively as your fingers glides through his treasure trail, just far enough to give him a taste of what's to come. Your hand comes back up to circle his belly button and lightly tug on his trail. He lets out a choked groan, the pain mixing with pleasure.
"C'mon baby, nghh, why do you have to be so cruel?~" he lets out with a groan.
"Oh please, you, sir, are no better and you know that." You chuckle lightly.
"I- I have no idea what you're-" you swat his thigh and he let's out a yelp. "Y/nnnnn..." He whines out, savoring the light sting on his inner thigh.
Running your hand back up his hard abdomen, you reach his chest and give one of his nipples a firm pinch. He yelps out, and bucks his hips once more, trying to rutt against his pants.
"You're so mean to me" he pouts. You just giggle, relishing in seeing the great Gojo this way. Completely at your whim, blushing and breathless and oh so needy.
You decide enough is enough and climb onto the bed to straddle him, the shift of your weight on his hard on making him groan out loud.
"Do you trust me?" You ask.
"Wha- yea of course. Why?" His eyebrow raises.
You wind up your arm, connecting your palm to his face. His six-eyes activate in the dim light like those touch lamps. His mouth agape, he looks at you in wild bewilderment. But his dick says so much, as it uncontrollably throbs against your sex.
"Did you- you just-"
"Yeah-" you blurt out.
"Uh d-do it again!"
Again, you wind up and slap the other side of his face. This time he let's out a deep groan, something that could be felt deep in his belly. His eyes flutter at the sting, a goofy smile reaches his mouth. He grabs at your hips and ruts his member against you.
"Fuck- ah.. that's new, what was that for?" He moans out.
"For taking my cookies you thief." You giggle once more.
"You know those are my weakness!" He counters back.
"Yea, well so is this~" you begin to grind on his groin slowly, all while throwing his hands from your hips to the side. "But! No touching."
"Uuaah y/n! Cmonnnn!" He crosses his arms and pouts.
You give him a light slap on his left cheek and his head turns to the side. You watch as he bites his lip and moans, a pink handprint mixing with the blush on his pale skin making it stand out even more.
"Mmmoh my god, fine~"
"Now, where were we?"
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dennisboobs · 1 year ago
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sitting back after writing 3k words of a fic and thinking. what the hell is this
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thatscrazyrandom · 4 months ago
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Would anyone be willing to beta read my Landoscar fic? Its only 1,250 words, but I just wanna make sure its not abjectly horrible before I post it bc Ive never written F1 fic before
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dragonagedidiot · 12 days ago
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how to stop avoid my own fics??
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starscreamerz · 2 months ago
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i wrote an indulgent peepers/oc fic because ive been way too hyperfixated on cpeeps and woy in general
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coridallasmultipass · 8 months ago
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#hfffffff okay i spent fucking hours rambling in that ao3 comment lmao i wanted to apologize for that but#i dont wanna give the author a reason to reply or guilt them into reading the whole thing lol#i hate having anxiety#bc it means sometimes i cant be like 'haha that was hot' without feeling like im not doin my job as a reader#but then when i start writing a longer comment i gotta give reasons why i liked something#and before u know it im typing my whole lifes story and thats a book no one wants to read. least of all in the comments on their 50k fic#i took out so many paragraphs and revised it no less than 20 times but probably more i wasnt counting#i dont think ive ever put a comment that long but it required backstory to explain something and also how i was surprised at#...being sold in the first chapter when i was already predisposed to not wanna read the fic in the first place#god its fucking 130am ive been typing for hours#sleep has not occurred to me bc ive been in 'middle of a task' mode since like 8pm#anxiety really is a motherfucker lmao ughhhhhhh#fuckin verbose as hell lmao hate that abt myself no one wants to read my essays lol#shouldve spent at least 3 of those hours workin on my fics but alas i have time blindess and only saw 2 time jumps#anyway gonna hope my sleeping pills kick in fast#lol its probably pain. the reason why im so on edge for the past few days and especially today since i couldnt really relax#i hate being so anxious all the time but what can i do lol nothing has helped me long term#oh here we fucking go lmao im writing another essay in the tags yeah i gotta hit the pen or something to chill or the pills aint gonna help#delete later / /#i swear i dont mean to but i blink and ive written an essay it happens without doing it consciously
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