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iamnotyourgodsherald · 3 months ago

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Chapter 3 of Meeting the In Laws

Contains: Tense Dinner Scene, Emotional Breakdowns, Comforting, Crossdressing, Splashing Around in A Lake, Proving oneself in a Trial, Lore Dumping. Slight NSFW Themes. Possession.

Warning: 18+ CONTENT. Slight DAV spoilers. Contains Very Tense Emotional Moments, SUBTLE NSFW THEMES, Mention of Predator and Prey Kink. Cross-Dressing Kink. Subtle Name-Calling. (?)

By far, Teia and Illario were the most welcoming. After Illario and Lucanis went back and forth for a bit exchanging quips, Illario called servants down to us to take our things and to show us to our rooms. As they guided us upstairs, Illario kept his eyes on me as we left up the stairs, his stare almost icy feeling… a distrusting look. Entirely different from how he was greeting me before. I turned away to shake off the feeling, and only then did I hear him greet Teia and Viago with the same enthusiasm as before.

That lingering icy feeling stayed with me as we got out of Illario’s sight. I gave Lucanis’s hand a squeeze to ground me and felt calmed by his touch, feeling my spine thaw from feeling Lucanis’s warmth in my hand.

He looked at me as I squeezed his hand and smiled reassuringly at me, squeezing it back and whispering in my ear.

“I love you, Demitrix.” He purred.

I blushed and smiled at him, leaning into him as we walked.

“I love you too, Lucanis.” I whispered back.

The servants led us to a huge bedroom with a set of twin doors leading to an overlooking balcony and joined bathroom with a large and extravagant tub inside. I swear you could almost swim in the damn thing! Big enough for two people to share…~ The bed had black and purple silk sheets and covers, with a black veil canopy that hung down on each side of the bed. Even a vanity sat on the opposite side of the room from our bed, brushes and puffs sitting in a small cup to be used for make-up and touching up. A large closet to the left side of the vanity that could hold all the outfits I brought with me, and had a few nightgowns already hanging in it.

I got excited and ran out to the balcony where I instantly fell in love with the view. It overlooked the lake, the sun setting in the distance over the other villas that dotted around the edge of the waters. The sunlight made the lake glitter with sparkling light as golden hour started to come in, coloring everything a bright, golden yellow hue.

I felt a pair of hands grab my shoulders from behind and squeeze them. Lucanis appeared from behind me, resting his head on my shoulder, looking at the lake with me, with a soft smile on his face.

“I knew you'd love this view. You always said you loved this time of the day.”

“Golden hour! Everything turns into my favorite color!” I said, awestruck.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me from behind, burying his face into the nape of my neck.

“You are so beautiful, Trix…” Lucanis said with an affectionate tone.

“Luca!” I giggled, turning my head to give him a kiss. “Youre being awfully affectionate!”

“I wanted to wait until we were away from everyone. Just let me breathe you in for a bit before everyone steals away your attention again.”

“No one could steal my attention away from you. You're stuck with me now, and you must live with your choices.” I jested.

“Oh noooo… the horroorrr… Whater shall I doooo…?” he groaned playfully.

He then kissed my check, hugging me close to him while I laughed at him.

“You jest, but you know how much of a mess I am!” I purred, looking into his whiskey colored eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this? You still have time to pull out.”

“When have I ever wanted pull out?~” he said in a hushed and sexy tone.

“Luca!” I gasped in surprise, slapping his hand gently. “You naughty man!”

“I am the naughty one? I make one joke and I'm branded “naughty.” As if you aren't constantly trying to bed me.”

“What can I say? You're addictive.”

He laughed and gave my neck a quick kiss before letting go and gripping my shoulders again and watching the lake.

His eyes seem to shift. As if he thought of something displeasing and looked away from me. He leaned on the balcony with me and crossed his arms.

“Speaking of messes however, that conversation in the carriage that got cut off…” He trailed off.

Immediately the mood was killed off, and I looked away from him. Lucanis is a lot of things. Skilled, dangerous, incredibly sexy, all of those things. Able to socially read a room? Nope.

“Come on. I don't want to talk about it right now, amore.” I softly hushed.

“Then when would be a good time?” He huffed.

“I just… I don't like showing that… part of myself… I struggle a lot and I… You… don't need anything else to balance on your shoulders.”

“Demitrix. You have seen me at the absolute worst. You've opened doors in my mind, both literally and figuratively, that I didn't think was possible. You've loved me through it! You loved me even as Spite made me look like a monster. You helped me with him and now, he naps away inside of me, calmed because of you...” He spoke softly, taking my hands. “So why am I not given the same treatment? Let me take some of the tremendous weight off of you. Do you not trust me with your worst parts like I do with you? After everything we've been through?”

“No! Gods, No Lucanis! There's never been another person that I loved more than you! Trusted more! I trust you with my life!”

“Then trust me with your mind too!” He firmly stated. “Talk to me, and trust me!”

“I do, it’s just I-“

There was a sharp knock on the door and there was an elven maid bowing and looking down at the floor.

“Dinner will be ready soon, sirs. Master Dellamorte asks that you dress up nice for dinner.”

Lucanis huffed, obviously annoyed at being interrupted but it was a welcome interruption for me. I wanted the first night to go well and so far, I was having mixed feelings about everything. Maybe, and Maker was I hoping, Lucanis would forget this for now and just let the matter rest.

“Thank you, Miss.” I bowed to her.

She bowed once more and left. Lucanis sighing and letting go of my hands.

“I will drop the matter for now… I am sorry to bring it up, I just… wish… you'd trust me enough to let me go past your shallow waters. To know you more deeply. I will… let the matter rest. Come on. Let's get dressed for dinner.” He sighed dejectedly.

Luca…

My chest tightened, watching him pull away from me. Rubbing my own hand in this uncomfortable feeling of guilt.

Nice, Demitrix. Really off to a great start to this weekend with Lucanis.

We got out of our Crow outfits and started getting ready. Lucanis donned an embellished black suit with a small train behind him that had purple details all along the edges of the outfit. I wore a black dress with a slit, gold details dotting along the low neckline that showed off my chest, and at the end of the sleeves that hooked onto my middle finger. It had been awhile since I dressed up, especially in a fancy dress like this one and the way Lucanis looked at me in it, made the purchase of this dress even more worth it. Even made me forget about our earlier exchange. I donned my smokey black makeup and even slapped on some black lipstick and gold eyeliner to make my eyes pop more. I wanted to be stunning and by the gods, I was looking at the very definition of the word. I donned on my heels and took Lucanis by his arm. The cologne coming off of him made me melt and want to skip dinner but he seemed still put off by our earlier exchange.

Nothing honestly special happened at the beginning of dinner. Questions were asked about factions welfare, plans for Treviso now that the Antaam were kicked out, progress on the Elven gods, etc.

Lucanis and I exchanged glances at each other occasionally, grabbing and holding each other's hand while I chatted eagerly with everyone. Lucanis seemed content to just remain silent and even seemed pleased he didn't have to talk at all, but he did smile at me as our eyes locked sometimes. Viago scolded me for some choices I've made as a leader recently, but Teia got on him about his judgment of me and started to compliment my looks to take my attention away from him. Asking me to come visit the Diamond more so she doesn't have to hear Viago complain so much. To take on some contracts for her house, but Viago immediately argued with her about which house I actually belonged to. Illario, of course, started teasing Lucanis a bunch. Surprised that hr even has a lover now, asking how it happened, if Spite somehow bewitched me, but Lucanis only fired back asking when Illario was going to “grow up” and settle down. Illario just shrugged and sipped his wine.

“When I feel like it.” Illario brushed off.

The food even seemed so heavenly as the servants brought it out to us. Different dishes from different parts of Thedas, but mostly made of Antivan comfort foods. Warm, aromatic pasta dishes and roasted fish with sides of lemon and steamed vegetables, Ferelden hearty meat stews that screamed cozy and comfort. Like being wrapped in a big wolf skin and drinking spiced ale during a snowstorm. Orlesian Roasted pig that Illario joked, “tasted of despair.” Along with some delicious and creamy cakes that everyone was so excited for. Everything seemed to be going well and I was even starting to relax a bit. Illario stood up at the end of the table and tapped his glass to quiet us down.

“I just wanted to take your time for a while to thank everyone for coming. To toast to a now established couple within the Crows! It is worth a celebration, especially if it's my cousin, Lucanis Dellamorte finally getting himself a lover! I swore he was going to be single forever, even betted money on it! Speaking of which, Remind me to pay you that debt, Teia.” He joked.

She waved her hand at him, giggling and holding onto Viagos arm.

“But here he is! With a blushing and handsome man at his side, and the pair looks so deeply in love with each other! Holding hands and even putting a smile on my grumpy cousins face.” Illatio sighed, smiling at Lucanis. “It warms my heart to see you so happy, Cousin. You deserve nothing less than true happiness and a life filled with true love after everything our house has been through. After losing Caterina… She’d… judge your relationship harshly, but I know… she would love seeing that smile on your face. With that being said! Demitrix of House De Riva! Come up here! Let everyone get a good look at you! Let them all bask in your beauty and glory!”

I looked at Lucanis who nodded at me to go up there, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. I smiled at him before getting up and walking up to Illario, standing next to him at the end of the table. Looking over at everyone, Lucanis smiled up at me with Teia. Viago was indifferent during dinner and more stern looking but here… when I walked up here, I saw his eyes glance at Illario and sharpen. As if he was watching Illario closely now that I was going to be near him. His eyes made me stay on edge. Wearing the face of ignorance well like I usually did on high risk contracts.

What’s going on, Viago…? What do you know?

Illario continued giving his speech, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him as if I was his date and not Lucanis’s.

“Demitrix! You came to us at such a young age! Fourteen years old and could barely speak any Antivan at the time. A young Dalish teenager. Not as young as we usually get new fledglings, but you came to us highly recommended. Your guildmaster, Silas, had nothing but good things to say to Viago. Talked up a storm about you to him and almost begged him to let you join the Crows. Silas was already hard to impress and the fact that he was so fond of you already?! Made it easy for Viago to decide. Now, look at you! All grown up and hanging on the arm of my cousin! A Dellamorte, nonetheless! Now, a leader of your own little “house.” That is amazing, isn't it? You, somehow, thawed my cousin’s icy heart and made him bloom in ways I’ve never seen before! If Caterina were here, I think she would… well. Judge you. Harshly. If she saw how much you make Lucanis smile, however, she’d adore you. Just like she adores our lovely Miss Andarateia Cantori. You and Lucanis are so close and so loving towards each other, that If we want them to be official in the House of Crows, I think we should make Demitrix go through the “Trial of Talons.” What do you say, Demitrix? Illario embellished.

My blood went icy when Illario mentioned Silas, which was replaced with curiosity as he brought up the Trail of Talons. I was shaken out of my thoughts though, when Lucanis stood up angrily out of his seat, slamming his hands on the table.

“No! I refuse for you to put him through that!” Lucanis snapped, hissing through gritting teeth. “How dare you even suggest putting Trix through something as harrowing as that! He’s already proven himself!”

“Woah, Cousin! Easy! What? You don't believe he can do it? Do you think so little of him?” Illario defended, glancing at me. “I mean… wouldn’t our dear sweet Caterina put him through this if you wished to continue this relationship with him? Would she not have him tested?” Illario said slyly.

“That is not what-“ Lucanis began.

“What is the Trial of Talons?” I interrupted.

Trying to ease the tension just a bit, I looked at Lucanis and then Illario for an answer. The room became deathly still and quiet from the sudden tension. However, Illario gave me a quick and charming smile, almost adjusting his emotions before speaking again.

“The Trial of Talons is what every Antivan Crow HOPES to go through, but also dreads it every second before it actually happens. It is the same trials that Lucanis, Teia, Viago, and myself all went through before becoming the rank we are now. Even Caterina went through the Trials in her younger years. They are what sets a Talon apart from a guildmaster like your Silas was, a master, or just a little assassin such as yourself and are as old as the Antivan Crows themselves.” Illario projected.

“The Trial of Talons usually is a set of eight tests, one for each Talon to perform on the Testee. These tests are designed to be long, gruelling and could take years to set up with all the Talons. Not to mention that the Testee could DIE from this Trial, just from stress alone. The Testee would need to be recommended by their Guildmaster, and have the Talon of the House that they were under to sign off on it. As you can see, we only have TWO Talons. Viago, as far as I know, never signed off on it. I have heard nothing from their Guildmaster, nor have we even seen them, and the most important detail that we’re missing is YOU cannot make him undergo this. YOU are NOT First talon.” Lucanis growled.

I shifted uncomfortably in Illarios grip as the tension rose. I could feel Illarios hand squeeze my shoulder hard for a second before relaxing. He got behind me, and chuckled darkly. As if he was holding back some kind of hidden rage. He leaned down and brought his face down by ear, smiling at Lucanis with a grin.

“My Cousin. Viago HAS signed off on it.” He purred.

Lucanis’s head snapped over to Viago in anger, his eyes flashing purple slightly for a second before fading away.

“What?! How could you do that, Viago?!”

Viago sat there silently for a moment, eyes sharpening at Illario before turning his head towards Lucanis with an annoyed look.

“I think he’s ready for it”

Viago… thinks I am ready to be a Talon?

“Viago-“ Lucanis spat out.

“It took me several weeks to decide if Demitrix is truly ready for that. He has had quite the mess on his hands from a few past jobs. One with Silas. The other with Antaam. I share your concern, even if it is not for the same reasons. He is rebellious. Impatient. Impulsive. Worst of all, everything is a big joke to him. He never takes anything seriously and always tries to laugh off failures. These Trials could eat him alive. Theyll scar him. Change him. They break even the strongest of wills, we all know.” Viago huffed, looking at me now. “But Demitrix… while I dont always agree with HOW you do things, you get it done. You show remarkable will, courage, and heart, almost the same as a TRUE Talon does. You do whatever it takes, however it needs to be done.”

The whole table went quiet, along with myself. Teia looked over at me, smiling big and tapping Viagos arm excitably. He glanced at her with a subtle smile before turning back to me with the same stern face.

“I think you are ready for these Trials. I can see the potential in you. I can feel it. I can see it. You’ve changed from how you were when all this started. Perhaps, it's because of Lucanis’s influence or maybe even your team’s influence. Either way, I can see how much you have grown alongside Lucanis. However, that doesn’t mean I will go easy on you during your trial with me. Expect the same mercy we show our enemies. None.”

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest, watching Viago praise me as strongly as he did. My resolve is even becoming stronger. My will to prove myself to them growing even more potent. However, Lucanis did not look happy, glaring over at Illario.

“While that is… a very nice thing to say to my beloved, what about his Guildmaster? Silas, you said? What do they think of this?!” Lucanis pleaded.

“We don't need to-“ I began.

“He’s dead. There's no one to ask. Demitrix has been getting contracts straight from me for the last two years.” Viago interrupted.

Lucanis turned to me and I felt my blood freeze. His eyes were big, looking at me with some kind of shock. The guilt that was gnawing on my heart felt like full bites now, but he shook his head.

“We don't have all the Talons anymore! We can't do this with only two Talons!”

“Actually, because of Illarios presence, there will be Three. We also helped modify it so it would only take a weekend to get done. We know how precious your time is right now, but this is duty to the Crows. It is important to us, Lucanis. Just as it is important to you. We understand your fear, but Illario has a point. Do you not believe he can do this?” Teia piped up.

“What kind of question is that?” Lucanis growled.

“An honest one. We all believe he can pass them. Why don’t you?” Teia softly pointed out.

“I have lost Caterina, my mother and more than half my family, and now my old, non possessed life! When I tell you…” His voice started to shake, but he reigned in his emotions and continued. “I will not lose him too…”

My heart broke to hear him so concerned for me. Thinking back again on our argument, that's all he really wants is to protect me.

I trust him… I just… Seeing him like this… Seeing how protective he has gotten over me… I wasn't trusting him enough before… Oh, Luca…

I tried to instinctively pull from Illario as Lucanis’s voice broke for a second but Illario held me firmly in place.

“Then trust in him and his abilities. He's a big boy, Lucanis. If he is to be on equal ground with you, treat him as such, and trust him as much.”

I fucking love you, Teia.

Looking down at the table, he sighed, almost sounding as if he is tired of fighting a battle he cannot win.

“You're still not the First Talon, Illario.”

“Neither are you, Cousin. I am, however, ACTING First Talon since our First Talon was taken from us and you ran off to the Fade to defend our world.. Besides.” Illario said through gritted teeth.

He grabbed my left hand and held it up.

“If you do want his hand in the future, Cousin…” He began, letting my wrist drop. “You wont be able to marry unless he proves that this marriage between you and House Dellamorte will be beneficial for the House of Crows. Otherwise, he becomes a target.”

“A target? More than I already am?” I scoffed, turning towards Illario. “How could I become even MORE of a target?”

“Rumors can be a very dangerous thing, you know this very well. What would it look like if word got around the Houses of Crows about Lucanis Dellamorte is fucking a lesser Crow? Especially one not from an actual family? Everyone would think you're trying to “climb the ranks.” No one would take you seriously. Worst of all, the other houses will try and pick you off for a chance at Lucanis’s heart. For a chance to climb like you seem to be.”

I could hear Lucanis start to say something but I cut him off. My rage came up quicker than I wanted it to and before I could stop myself, I turned and looked up at Illario, getting close to his face.

“Do not call me “lesser,” Illario. I have done more than YOU ever have in your lifetime and have seen things that would haunt you...” I said through my teeth with a hiss. “I have proven myself above a fledgling long before I became a Crow.”

The facade finally fell as I growled in his face. His smile dropped and he sneered at me with an air of superiority.

“If you are as good as you claim, then prove yourself to us, Coniglio” He said, getting in my face.

I heard Teias seat screech across the marble floor as she stood up, outraged.

“Illario Dellamorte! How dare you call him that! Caterina taught you to behave better!” Teia scolded.

“You better WATCH how you speak to him around me! Don’t you ever call him that again!” Lucanis barked.

They all started yelling at each other and the yelling became overwhelming, even for me. All I wanted to do was run back to our room and hide.

“I will go through the Trial of Talons!” I interrupted loudly.

“What?!” Both Lucanis and Teia said, turning towards me.

Illario took a deep breath and smiled down at me. This time, the smile was full of venom.

“You’ll start tomorrow morning with Teia. I can't wait to see if you pass them.”

I looked up at him, glaring up at him with a confident smile.

“I can't wait to see your face when a “Coniglio” passes your trials.” I growled quietly.

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I heard the door to our bedroom open up and softly before I heard Lucanis’s voice call for me.

“Demitrix?” Lucanis called as he walked into our bedroom.

“Balcony.” I said heavily.

I left shortly after accepting going through the trials. Slipping out while everyone started yelling at Illario. Viago was trying to drag Teia out as she was starting to take off her heels and screaming about how much she detested how he treated me. Lucanis was getting in Illarios' face about calling me “Rabbit” in front of him.

I just couldn't deal with any of it anymore. I was too tired to climb up somewhere high to hide and was just waiting for Lucanis to come up the stairs to yell at me as well for not telling him about Silas. Or at least, what I thought he was going to do.

He came onto the balcony behind me while I was leaning against the railing. I let the wind blow past my face and it kept my hair away from my face. It felt nice. Like cool hands to soothe a flustered face. The sun is now barely seen over the horizon line, giving the sky a purple hue.

“Are you okay?” Lucanis said with a rare softness. “Things got very intense. I've rarely seen you get so angry.”

He rubbed my back softly, his finger tracing my spine from the top down.

“I half expected you to start yelling at me next.” I said quietly.

“When have I EVER yelled at you? If you are talking about your guildmaster-”

“I fucked up. Okay? I know. And before Viago tells you, Yes. I did get him killed.” I said angrily.

Lucanis was silent for a couple of moments. Enough to make me feel bad for my little angry outburst.

“I am not angry, just… What happened…?” He urged gently.

I sighed. “Does it matter?”

“It seems that it does to you.”

At first, I was reluctant. My anger makes me stubborn and reactive. Something I was trying very hard to contain, especially in the emotional state I was in.

“Contract went bad. It involved the Venatori, funny enough. Walked right into a trap that they laid out for me and a couple of friends that I had with me to help on the contract.Silas was being overprotective and was following me on the mission. He saw what happened and helped bust us out of the trap. Because he had to help me, they ended up catching him and killing him in front of me.” I sniffled, wiping my eyes. “I never really thought about it, but he treated me like his son. I, the rebellious young son, never saw it until it was too late. Now he's dead. Because of me.” I growled.

Lucanis remain speechless, rubbing my back to try and comfort me. He knew it'd be no use telling me it wasn't my fault at this time so he only comforted me in the way he knew how.

“I'm sorry he's gone.”

“I’m fine. I'm over it. I'll do these trials just to rub it in Illarios stupid face and then we can go back to the lighthouse.” I spat out.

I wanted to keep up my stoic facade, but inside I was SCREAMING. I was terrified of the trials. What it could do to me. What it could change about us. All I wanted was to run into his arms and just feel safe in him but… Part of me was still being stubborn. Still wanting to separate myself from anything could eventually hurt me. Lucanis included.

But…

I heard him sigh and felt Lucanis’s hand give me a soft pat on my back as he pulled it away.

“Alright… I… I can tell you are angry, and do not wish to speak. If you need me, Ill… ” his voice trailed off.

“Brosca… I need some air…”

Talk to him. Talk. We will literally LOSE him if we don’t, we can't do that. NO MORE.

Not thinking, I leapt towards him. Latching onto his arm and burying my face into it.

No… I will not lose him to my pride. I will not lose him to my fear. I will not lose him as well.

“I… I am not okay.” I whimpered, shaking. “Please, I’m sorry, I am…. Just… really fucking scared, amore. I don’t know how to think or how to feel about any of this. I don't want…” I gulped, my voice shaking. “I don’t want to die…”

He stared at me, his eyes getting big towards me before scooping me up into his arms, holding me tightly. I could hear him make a loud sigh of relief and we sank to the floor with me in his arms.

“I…am too. Regardless of what Illario thinks, I think you can do it. I am… just the thought of you possibly dying is… I am very scared to lose you. I love you so much and… I just can't lose anyone else… I don't even want to think about it…” He said in a shaky voice, before steeling himself again. “But if you truly want to do this… Then I will support you wherever you need me. I love you so much, Demitrix...”

I stared up at him, tears falling from my eyes. I tried to speak but all that came out was tears that streamed down my cheeks as I hugged his body. As soon as I started to cry, I heard him start to cry as well. His body was shaking with sobs along with mine.

Both of us were so scared of losing the other and now that we had stopped pretending to be brave or hard, it was like… we had finally reached a more intimate closeness with each other.

It was like we had been swimming all of our lives and were too scared to rest, lest sharks were to catch up to us. We were so used to swimming and living in constant fear that we failed to see the boat trying to catch up with us. Now that we are on the boat, the relief was immeasurable to us. We had finally found safety in our boat.

We both sat there on the floor for a while, crying and holding one another. I started taking in Lucanis’s scent and felt my heart lose some of the heaviness to it. The smell almost brought me back to the lighthouse, where the rest of our little family was waiting for us. His heart beating in my ear, even calmed me down from crying.

He loosened his grip on me, petting my hair and letting out a long, relieved breath. He cupped my face in his hands, making me look up into his beautiful, tear stained, brown eyes.

“I love you, Amore…” He whispered lovingly.

I smiled up at him and kissed him deeply, gripping onto one of his hands as we locked our lips. I heard a soft purr escape him and as I pulled away, I saw his eyes dart to my lips and then back at my eyes. A small new kind of smile appeared on his lips.

“I love you too, Luca… More than anything in the world.”

His eyes locked onto mine, big and deep looking at me with deep affection. Something must have clicked in his mind at this time, because he got up excitedly, grabbing my hands to pull me up.

“Come on. Get up.”

“What?” I giggled, getting up slowly. “What are you doing?”

“I read about this in a romance novel… and since you mentioned it earlier in the day… Let's do what you’ve been dying to do.”

“Which is…?” I urged.

“Let's go swimming in the lake. Quickly, come on!” He hurried.

He started quickly pulling off his suit until it was down to the plain black dress shirt and his dress pants. His eyes alight with contained excitement, wildness now replacing his usual broodiness.

Creators, he’s finally snapped. Oh well. Spite isn't out so that's a good sign.

I ignored the worry that came from his behavior, letting him be happy for once and threw off my heels, tossing them in the corner. I was about to change out of my dress but Lucanis stopped me.

“No, please… Keep wearing that.~”

I smirked, leaving it on and going over to him before kissing him slowly. My arms wrapped around his head.

“Alright, Dreamboat.~ Whisk me away.” I purred.

He took my hands and started dragging me away down the stairs and outside towards the waters. I was giggling as we traveled through the villa, excited to finally go swimming and to see Lucanis behaving so… manically. He chuckled as well, shushing me as we snuck out of the villa.

It felt like we became teenagers, sneaking out to get into trouble and the euphoria after both of us just getting done crying our eyes out was swimming in our veins.

He ran with me to the shore line, where he scooped me up and held me bridal style, spinning me around and making my dress flap in the wind. My laugh, as he picked me up, echoed in the dark, bouncing along the subtle waves of the water. His smile illuminated by the lanterns that dotted the edge of the shore, his dark eyes sparkling with the reflection of the lanterns like stars. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again, giddy and playful.

“You are so sappy and romantic! I absolutely love it!” I snorted.

“Oh? Do you wish for me to be like this more often with you, Mister De Riva?”

“Ew! Don't call me that!” I laughed, kicking my legs. “You make me sound like this old gentleman! I am not there yet!”

“I’m telling Viago.” Lucanis said with a smirk.

“Don't you dare! He’ll poison me!” I gasped.

“I won't tell him, if you do something for me.~” He sneered playfully.

“You blackmailing bastardo!” I acted offended by his attempt to blackmail me. “Fine. What is the price of your silence, Assassin?”

“Hold your breath.” He said with a twisted smile.

“What?”

He spun around with me in his arms before launching me straight into the icy water.

The way I screamed and splashed around probably made it sound like he was drowning me. I stood up, drenched and shivering like a wet cat and there was Lucanis. On the shore, laying in the sand. Laughing. BELLY LAUGHING.

“Your face! I never thought I’d see you like that! You were so surprised!” He gasped.

I stopped and stared at him, my heart falling hopelessly and deeply in love with him.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no, I am so hopelessly in love with this man.

My brain flitted to our future married life, to having children, to living out our golden years watching the sunset in the distance. My heart fluttered seeing him so happy. Laughing like crazy. Seeing him having fun. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen him as and more than anything, I wanted him to push my face into the sand and make me scream so loud, that SOLAS could hear it in the Fade.

It was, unfortunately, overshadowed quickly by my need for vengeance. I was cold and my make up was now ruined. He will pay for his transgressions towards me.

I scooped up some water with my dress and ran towards him. Once he realized what I was doing, he scrambled up and started to run away but his foot caught a stick buried in the sand and he fell face first.

AN OPENING!

I then launched the water all over him, coating his whole back with icy cold revenge.

He yelled out in shock from the water and then it was my turn to laugh at him as he stood up soaking wet.

Well. I was laughing until I saw a flash of purple. He tackled me into the water, Spite’s wings stretched out from his back.

“COLD. WET. ROOK MADE US. UNCOMFY!” Yelled Spite.

He wrestled with me in the water as I laughed and pushed him away from me, knocking him into the water.

“It was justly deserved!” I yelled back.

“Those will be your last words, Amore!” Lucanis laughed as he dunked my head under the water.

As I went under, I scrambled from his grip and grabbed his legs and pulled them out from under him, letting him fall into the water again.

He yelled in shock from the cold again, and we both started just splashing each other. We were alone, just ourselves and the water. Nothing else even mattered at that moment.

We tired ourselves out, both crawling up on the beach, giggling like children. We just laid in the sand, looking at the billions of stars above. Lucanis’s eyes sparkling with joy before closing his eyes. A large smile printed on his shimmering face.

His eyes then opened suddenly and flashed purple, Spite’s wild smile appearing.

“ROOK. IS FUN! MAKES. LUCANIS LIGHTER. SO BRIGHT IN. HERE. SO MUCH SPACE.”

“Ha… I hope so, Spite.” I giggled, patting his chest. “Did he pass out?”

“HE DID. THE SWIMMING. DINNER. SAND COMFY. TRIX IS CLOSE. NOW I CAN SPEAK.” Spite growled, digging his fingers into the sand. “I LIKE. ROOK. GAVE US SPACE. DID NOT PUSH AWAY. NEVER HATED ME. WHY?”

“I have a good feeling about people, Spite. Had to learn how to read others for my job. Just like Lucanis had to.” I sighed, poking his nose. “I didn't like that you gave him a nosebleed when we all first met. But… If I was going to love him, I have to love all of him. If you were going to be a part of him, then I had to get used to you being there too.”

“I JUST WANTED TO TALK TO YOU!” He snarled, shaking his face from my finger. “I WAS ANGRY!”

“That is no excuse to hurt someone.” I scolded sternly.

He growled, turning his head away from me. He sat there in silence for a bit. I saw his little purple eyes darting around, as if in an intense daydream, locked deep thought and he just sighed, his body relaxing, and started playing with the sand.

I sat up, and watched him, hugging my knees. Mostly just for warmth and comfortability. Becoming uncomfortably aware of how cold it was and regretting wanting to go swimming.

Gods, I'm freezing. I am soaked to the bone with cold lake water, but I have to watch over Spite for Lucanis. As much as I trust Spite which… is very little.

Spite must have noticed I was shivering because he got up and started pressing his body against me and holding me in his arms, his wings wrapping around us.

“What are you doing, Spite?” I chuckled.

“YOU SHIVER. LUCANIS WARM. GET ON MY LAP.”

He batted me with a wing and I laughed, sitting in his lap while he wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned on me. I did feel a slight warmth as he purred against me.

“ROOK. SMELLS NICE. LIKE LYRIUM AND ROSES.”

“You probably smell the dagger.”

“DAGGER DOESN'T SMELL LIKE ROSES. YOU SMELL LIKE. COMFORT SMELLS. LIKE WARM MEMORIES.”

“Haven't we told you that you can't just smell people without permission?”

“TAASH DOES IT!” He argued.

“That’s… True.”

He just huffed, and held me tighter.

Comfort smells, huh? That makes me happy in a weird way. I can tame the beast in a way.

“Hey Spite?”

“WHAT?”

“Do you actually like me? Do you like me with Lucanis?”

He growled low for a second, thinking.

“YES. HE LISTENS TO YOU. YOU MAKE HIM FUN. HE LETS ME OUT MORE. LETS ME SPEAK. BECAUSE OF YOU. HE IS. SOFTER. MORE LIGHTER WITH YOU.” He hissed, holding me tighter. “SAME AS ME. LIKE WARMTH. YOU REMIND ME. HOME. WHAT I WAS.”

“I remind you of who you were once? That doesn’t bother you at all?”

“YOU MAKE IT EASIER TO DEAL WITH. YOU MAKE EVERYTHING EASIER…” He groaned softly.

I felt him lean forward, pressing his face into my back before I heard Lucanis’s voice purr in my ear.

“Did I pass out…?” He groaned groggily.

“Yep. Don't worry, though. Spite was just telling me all of your deepest darkest secrets.” I smirked.”

I chuckled and pressed my face into his. Watching his wings slowly recede into him.

“I am glad that hes not too much for you. He likes you quite a lot.”

“I gathered. Although, as much as it is nice cuddling with you and him, I’m fucking freezing. Can we go inside and maybe…”

I swirled my hips into his lap, running my fingers under his chin as his face grew pink.

“Get all warmed up? I think after such an eventful day… I need to blow off some steam before I go through hell tomorrow…”

His fingers groped at my hips, and darkly chuckled in my ear. I felt him start to kiss at my neck and I jolted, clawing into his arm.

“L-Luca! Right here…?! I didn’t think you’d-“ I gasped.

“Right here. Except. I want to do something different tonight…”

“Of course!” I chirped, scratching his beard lovingly. “Anything you want, my amore. What is your desire?~”

He seemed a bit shy at first, his face only getting more pink. He took a breath and steeled himself, looking me in the eyes with his mesmerizingly dark eyes.

“I want to… hunt for you.”

(Previous Chapter)

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 1 month ago

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Changretta's mate 14

Caroline wants to die from embarrassment. Luca makes a connection and threat. (language and mild naughty humor, threats)

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The air just held an awkward weight to it when I made my way down to the living room. It was like when you walked into a room and everyone stopped talking. In my case they were smiling.

All except my mother in law who wanted to meet me in my bedroom, while I rested propped up on pillows. She wanted me to take care of her grand babies.

I’d assured her several times that bed rest didn’t mean my feet suddenly fell off or that I had to be in bed all day. Just that I needed to rest and take more breaks.

My room also smelled like sex….not something I wanted her around at the moment.

Camilla, my sister in law, was trying to hide a sneaky smirk behind her coffee cup. It wasn't working.

“What?” I glanced around the wide living room. Luca was reclined on one end of the couch, his mother on the other. She was sitting all poised and proper….no stiffly. She was extremely interested in the Sears catalog on her lap.

Camilla was almost dissolved into giggles, her face red and flushed. She was desperately trying not to laugh. I made a mental note to never sit near her at a funeral.

“I didn’t know you were coming so fast.” I had expected them to take their time getting her, New York was a rushed city full of traffic.

“I didn’t know my brother could make you cum so fast either.” Luca and Camilla lost in practically falling off their chairs. They apparently thought the joke was hilarious.

I could feel the heat rising in my body. I needed to sit down or I’d melt from embarrassment into a puddle on the floor.

My mother in law took the opportunity to smack her son with the book. It didn't do much except make him hold his hands up in defense.

He was proud of himself. He hadn’t even made the joke.

“Mama, Caroline is pregnant with twins, surely you know how that happened.” Audrey stood up to make tea, at least that’s what I heard her mumble. She smacked her daughter on her way to the kitchen.

“He’s still my son, my baby boy.” She grumbled.

I grabbed a pillow and placed it over my face. Luciano Changretta and his family were going to be the death of me.

Luca’s Pov

Between my ma and my mate, I didn’t think I was going to make it out of the living room alive and I hadn’t even cracked a joke.

It was funny to watch them shut down though. I could feel Care’s embarrassment but she looked so pretty when her cheeks flushed like that.

My mood shifted rapidly however when the phone rang, Mateo walked in and gave a sharp jerk to his head. I knew this was the phone call I’d been waiting for.

I’d spent part of the morning thinking of a wedding gift. Luckily I had a cohort in Detroit that could make it happen quickly.

I ran up the stairs and slammed my office door. Caroline didn’t need to know the connections I had made. Not yet at any rate, I’d wait until she was in the clear medically to explain how I’d pieced together who was behind the attacks on my mate and family.

“Hello, Changretta speaking.” I sat back waiting for the fall out. This was going to be good.

“Who the hell do you think you are?! Are you trying to start a fucking war!” Caroline's step mother sounded young, her voice was even. From the pictures I’d seen that Caroline had, she was quite a looker. A black widow for sure.

“Me, start a war? I don’t know what you're talking about. Your the women who was married to a Detroit gangster while you were fucking a Chicago soldier yeah. What do you think that's going to do to mafia alliances in either city? Congratulations on your wedding by the way.” I smiled when she called me a sting of strong names. I was used to hearing them from men however, not gold diggers.

I waited patiently knowing how this conversation was going to end, it was worth a little disrespect before the proverbial ax ould drop on her scrawny neck.

“You are going to pay for publishing that article and that slander! You have no power here!” She roared. She was a alive one, I’d give Joseph that.

“A strong allegiance doesn't make you safe though does it? Not to people like you. You are the one sweetheart that's got no power, my I remind you of that.” I was trying to keep my voice even, not show her how much I was enjoying this.

Leo and I had spoken at length this morning about the implications of her jumping mafia lines. He apparently never liked her either. An enemy of an enemy was my friend….

She wasn’t the most loved person so the only protection she had would be a small Chicago fraction. She wasn’t even smart enough to bag one of Capone's men, no, that would mean war. She shacked up with some gang member soldier, no one of consequence to a big dog such as Capone or myself.

She was still playing with small change in a large bag of money, as far as this Capo was concerned she was nothing.

“ I know Capone and I know you two are enemies.” She hissed. Clearly a loving and blushing bride. I almost felt bad for the poor loser who married her, almost.

“I know Capone too, he's a real business man. He ain't a member of the black hand like I am. Capone is a gang boss. Im a fucking Mob boss. Two completely different bodies of water Sylvia. He’s a lake, a great lake at best. I’m a fucking ocean. Guess which one is more dangerous.” I smiled and leaned forward on my desk. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see me. I had the power. My gleaming teeth were about to tear out her throat.

“What do you want?” She asked in a more demure tone. That’s what I had been waiting for.

“I know it was you. I was looking through some newspapers and Carolines old photos, letters and diary entries. See, your ex husband never had the balls to be able to pull off a lavish lifestyle or run a gang. That's what you are attracted to. Money and power. You sent Joseph to lure out his own daughter, he was going to expose your affair. Now, after I had some thought, I realized Joseph was probably biding his time eh, taking too long in New York. Your boyfriend suggested he might align with me, expose your adulterous ways which would hurt your prospects among the gang members right? Correct me if I’m wrong in any of this.” I wasn't. She was the type. Fucking whore.

“See your step daughter, who you weren’t that great too, she mated a New York crime boss. A Changretta. You knew you weren’t going to snag me, Capone or Nelson in Boston, so why not take out someone you were resentful and jealous towards. Fucking dumb though. So what did you get out of it? You think your new man was going to move in? “ That was the plan, if he didn’t she’d have him knocked off and remarry.

“Capone would let us have New York.” I laughed at this. That had taken me off guard. No, Capone was a highly intelligent man. A pain in my ass but I respected him from one boss to another. He’d move in first, she really thought too highly of herself.

“Thank God he blessed you with a pretty face and a nice ass cause he didn’t give you shit for brains. I spoke to Capone this morning as well as the Detroit gangs. You're a sitting duck darling. You ever, make the mistake to come for me or mine again….ain't nobody including God that’s gonna stop me. “

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#peaky blinders fanfic #luca changretta fanfic #original character #luca changretta #mates #soulmates #domestic fluff #angst

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oraclekleo · 15 days ago

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hi! i’m mimi, pink and would like to join ur new game! i really liked the “when” game where we could ask questions regarding time, it was interesting and not something i had really seen on here! tysm 🫶

Hello!

Oh! I didn't know it wasn't common to have a When game. It requiers oracle deck with time cards. I might hold this type of game again at some point because that one doesn't actually need interpretation. 😂

Thank you so much for joining this tiny tarot game! 💖

Let's do this!

Question: My Near Future Love Life!

Deck: Tarot of Casanova by Luca Raimondo

Card: Queen of Swords (⚠naughty card ahead⚠)

It's time for you to drop any masks you might be keeping and become sincere with yourself and others. The time is up, it's your chance to be your authentic self, to embrace your true nature in an unapologetic way. You are beautiful, desirable and powerful the way you are, you simply need to recognise your charms now. You don't need others to approve of your choices or your beauty. You might need to face a pain, you might need to take responsibility but you'll emerge from the experience stronger and more powerful yourself. You'll become to command respect because you finally start to respect yourself and expect it from others, too. This is not completely romantic card. If you're single, this might denote that you will remain single for a while longer. You might have some suitors but they are just not enough to impress you. You might want to focus on yourself, on embracing your own sexuality and desire, exploring your body bare and exposed to your own touch. If you are in a relationship now, this card can mean a change of dynamics where you and your partner become equally responsible in your relationship, have serious talks and become a power couple together. You might want to express your wants to them clearly and directly so they know what you need to experience pleasure with them.

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teabreakpancakes · 2 years ago

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Kinktober: Day Five

Sit Still And Look Pretty (Luca Balsa x Sub GN Reader)

toys, exhibitionism, in public!

reader wears a skirt in this one, because it won't make sense if they aren't.

The brunette smiled, conversing with Andrew and Victor from across the table. (Name) chews on their bottom lip, grip tightening on their spoon when the vibrations got stronger.

Luca feigns innocence, turning to them with a worried look on his aggravatingly handsome face. "Are you alright" he asks, secretly mocking them with his eyes and putting a hand on their shoulder to give a "reassuring" rub.

You glare at him, resisting the urge to sneer at him. "I'm fine, just a bit under the weather that's all" you reply, brushing off his hand and turning to face the other two.

Victor sends a concerned look your way—'such a good friend, now if only Luca could learn from him' they snickered inwardly, nodding and sending him a toothy smile. You continue to chat with your two friends, ignoring your sulking boyfriend.

Luca sighed, deciding to turn up the vibrations once more. You weren't winning this one, he absolutely refused to let you off this time—not when you teased him so much yesterday.

He wanted the other two to witness you coming undone before their very eyes. A little show for his good friends, after all, his adorable darling should be shown off no?

Just how would a cute little thing like you act when forced to cum in front of your friends? would you blush and try to hide or would you let them see how slutty you could be.

Either way is fine, he simply wants to show you off.

A soft whimper escaped your bitten and raw lips, catching the attention of the other two. You blush, trying to wave it off only for Luca to put it at max intensity. Victor and Andrew's eyes widen when more of your lewd noises spill out of your mouth, red already beginning to tint their faces.

Luca chortles when they grab onto his shirt, unable to formulate any words as they stare up him pleadingly. "Don't look at me love, look at them" he points towards their two friends, seeming to be aroused judging from the tents in their pants.

"C'mon, show 'em your face when you cum sweetheart, haven't you always fantasized about your friends seeing you like this, all aroused and overcome with pleasure" he rubs your thigh affectionately, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead,

"Here, lemme help you so they can have a proper view" he cooes, lifting you up onto the table and spreading your legs. Luca rests you against his chest, turning your head so you're facing Andrew and Victor.

Victor bites his lips, looking away—but the large tent in his pants served as proof of his arousal. Andrew was the same, but instead he eyed them with a curious and amused look in his eyes.

"Is that true (Name)? you've thought of us watching you like this? how naughty of you" he cups his lower face, hiding an amused smile. You whine, almost cumming at how sultry his voice was.

Luca sends them knowing glances, already aware of the fact that they were attracted to his darling; but really, who wouldn't be? especially with how attractive you were inside and out.

Your soft cries and moans get louder, looking at your dear friends with your teary eyes. A soft yet lewd smile gracing your pretty pink face as you spread your hole open for them to see.

Victor meets your gaze, resisting the urge to palm himself through his pants. His eyes trail downwards, his adam's apple bobbing up and down when he swallows the drools that builds up in his mouth when he sees how your hole was practically begging to be filled up.

"Cum for us please" Victor speaks up, voice soft yet stern at the same time. You crumple your skirt, a loud moan leaving your lips when you cum.

What an adorable sight you made, skirt covered in your juices while your cute hole convulsed around the vibrator.

A soft and content smile on your face while your boyfriend and your "friends" praise you for being so good.

maybe they end up in a polyamorous or relationship where they agree to share them, idk, let your imaginations run wild ig

#lawless.writes #lawless'.kinktober #idv.writing #gn reader #idv scenarios #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x reader #idv smut #identity v smut #idv luca x reader #identity v luca #idv luca balsa #luca balsa x reader #not sfw

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castelobyers · 2 years ago

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I want to talk about Will Byers

I want to talk about Will and how they develop this character as the most miserable person in the whole series

You probably know what happened to him, we only seen him being really happy and without biggest problems or something tormenting him all the time is for the first 10 minutes of the show, he has problems, he don't have this normal functional family but he have a family who loves him at all, he got his best friends and he is doing the thing he love, the thing that he make super clear that was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, play games at Mike's basement.

That's how he were presented, but we don't see him, not really, in the entire season, we just know him by the others, his friends, his family, it's sad because you're supposed to care about someone who's never really there, and still we care about him, we still want to him be ok because of Joyce, because of his friends and how they risks themselves to save him, you don't really cares about him you care about who is around him, and they care about him so you care because they care, and he came back, he is here now and now we see him again living his life, trying to back to the beggining when he was normal, happy and around who he loves, do the things he loves to do, but when he came at home we know by now that he will never be in peace again.

I was thinking how they have chose the actors for the roles, like, they have a thousand childrens who auditioned for Will, Mike, Dustin and Lucas, and they said they was very careful about who had to play who

I don't think they wanted to pick very similar kids, they could easily pick three ordinary white boys and one black boy but they really wanted to convey something to the characters and their appearance was important, they had to look like ordinary people but not just anyone. One of the more interesting choices is Gatten's and the fact that he had no teeth and how they leverage that in the series.

But here we are talking about Will and I don't think it was very easy for them to choose who was going to play Will, it was a difficult choice, they needed someone who wasn't going to appear for more than 15 minutes in the first season but who managed to be a character besides the main one in the second season, they needed someone who could do what needed to be done, which none of the other 3 needed to do, so his choice was super important.

They chose Noah, who had 10 years when he was hired for the role, Will had 12 in the series and is clear that Noah is more small than the others, he looks newest than Finn or Caleb, he and Millie was the only who had 10/11 when was filming when the others already have 12/13, and i don't think it was just only for talent, they need Will and El to look small, skinny and with baby face more than they need Mike, Lucas and Dustin to have, they want you to empathize to them since the beginning, Will because he's not there and El because she will be one of the reasons why everything get crazy and bad, not the main problem but she will kill some people and throw Lucas into a bus, you need to empathize with her.

This is Will in the first season

He got big eyes and small face, you supposed to believe he got 12 years, but he is small for a 12 years boy, and the famous bowl cut who made him look more like a little kid, more than the others

they made an important choice because they needed you to feel sorry for him, they needed someone you could look at and see just a cute and innocent boy who didn't have done anything wrong

He doesn't look like a naughty boy, he looks like a calm boy (congratulations to Noah because Noah looks like a naughty boy since he was little but Will doesn't, the theory that Will is an entity remains firm) differently from Finn who could be more alike to Noah but he got strongest traits and he looks more older, so you can see him being this boldest boy, naughty boy, so yes it's not just talent he need to appear innocent.

So we comes to season two, where we see him being tormenting by visions and being possessed, but we have something we don't have before, we know now how Will feel, what he thinks about himself and how the whole bullying we had seen in season one and season two affect him and how he sees himself

He sees himself like a freak, he believes in everything people say about him, he know he is different and know he will never be like everyone, like normal people, and he knows it since season 1.

Mike is an another part of the story, Mike cares about him in a different way than the others (I'm not talking about romance), he's always there when he needs, he ask if he's ok all the time, he pay attention to him without make him feel like he can't take things on his own (his words), and understand him like anyone else does, he feel comfortable with Mike.

We see the other characters having this dynamics with a lot of characters, for example

Dustin got dynamic with: Mike, Steve, Erica, Lucas, Eddie

Lucas got dynamic with: Max, Mike, Dustin, Jason

Mike with: El, Dustin, Lucas, Max and there it goes

For Will the dynamics stays just with Mike, Joyce and Jonathan, we got something with El in the beginning of season 4 and a little something with Lucas in season 3 but it's not that time spend to connect him to this characters, so the only person who he got bound in the whole series is Mike, and we know it, they make it clear.

But in season 3 he's not dealing with anything supernatural, he's dealing with his childhood and have to accept he's not kid anymore, he try to keep it but he can't do it alone, all of his friends have girlfrrends now, they have other things to deal with and he don't, he's dealing with himself and the fact that he's never gonna fall in love (like his friends, with a girl).

In the famous rain fight he is confronted with his fears by his comfort person, Mike throw in his face everything what he is fighting on in two phrases "We're not kids anymore" and "it's not my fault you don't like girls ", it coming from Mike hurt him, he confirmed everything he thinks about himself, he's different, he's a freak and his problems is stupid, he need to move on, so he destroys Castle Byers and try to move on.

I think the problems really start in season 4, it was the perfect time for him having his coming of age, to deal with his struggles and start to accept himself in season 5, it could be beautiful, honest and great, he don't need to have a love interest in the end, he could overcome his love for Mike in season 4, ripping of the band-aid and move on to finally being free and loved by everyone he loves, but this is not what happened.

His behavior in season 4 it's not by someone who's trying to have something with Mike, he's not acting weird, he's not flirting with Mike, he is only someone who miss his best friend, and yes he is in love with him but he doesn't do anything weird or try something with Mike, he knows his spot, and he just try to at least keep it.

I saw some people talking about Mike's behavior as someone who's uncomfortable, treat like Will are being being clingy with him, but he's not, the only thing he try with Mike is hug him, and that's not strange, they hugged before, and Mike don 't have problem in hug people, he hug Dustin in the episode before this one, so Will is not who is acting weird, Mike was.

They used Will's sexuality to promoting the show a lot, promised they will talk about his sexuality and make clear for the audience, but that's what they done

He was not allowed to talk about his feeling on his own, he use his drawing and his feelings to help his friends to resolves their relationship issues while he's crying quietly and with nobody notice (we know Jonathan notice but Will don't know it at that time), the things he was struggling with he put outside, ripped off the band-aid, it is good right? he can move on now yes? no, he did something that he hate, he lie to Mike and give something he has worked on hard for a long time to help the Mike and El relationship, to make Mike believe his feeling was El's feelings, and what we got after this

Will encouraging Mike to talk about his feelings for El

He proves his selfless in the last scene, why make one of the most expected Scenes from Mike and Eleven shippers linked to Will, he already ripped off the band aid, he had already said what he wanted to say using El as a totem, he didn't need to be the one to encourage Mike to say he loves his girlfriend, if Mike already wanted to do that he should have had this idea on his own, Will had already helped him regain his self-esteem, why do it twice? using Will's feelings like that twice, it's just cruel, it's not realistic, it's sad.

He is the only character who never have a single break, he are not allowed to have his own thing, everything about him is sad, he don't had nothing really good happening in his life, and for what? self acceptance? only?

And I'm not saying that I wanted him to stay with Mike, when season 4 was released i was praying for him not be in love with Mike because it don't add anything new to his character, everything what coming from it is just more pain, but they did it.

How I was saying this season was the perfect season to make his coming of age, he could have do all things he done but in the end make clear that he moved on, that now his only problems was self acceptance, and in season 5 make he accepts himself and tell to the people he loves what he is and being accepted, but they end season 4 and I'm feel like they just use this kid who they make sure you will feel sorry and beat him up for the whole series, a queer kid in the 80s who never done anything wrong is developing just for self acceptance, a show where everybody have their own groups and someone to feel comfortable with he only have rejection.

I feel like if they don't make him in love with Mike he could be much better representation, or he could fall in love with Mike but they could make it just for one season or two, not all along just to make him be rejected in the end, they could resolved this now in vol. 2, but they decide to concentrate Will Byers as the most miserable person in Stranger Things.

#will byers #stranger things #byler

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tastyykpop · 3 years ago

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sub unit: nct u- make a wish

tɑeyong

hes not as subtle as he seems with his little kink. at first you thought he just liked calling you kitty until he started buying you collars. then after collars came the ears. then a tail. what shocked you the most was how he didn't care if it was in front of the members or not. he seems shy, he's not, especially when showing you off. but that's not all. it would seem that not only does he like the sight of you dressed as a cat, he likes treating you as one and he'll make fun of you as doing so.

"is there a reason you're sitting at the table? no? then get on the floor kitty. kittens aren't humans."

basically, unless you say your word, he'll treat you however he pleases with almost no human respect.

doyoung

oh this bunny couldn't care less about your human rights. mean right? well what did you expect from this man. if he wants you to hop around like a bunny, you better do as he says even if you feel humiliated or embarrassed. and don't even think about trying to sleep on the bed with him, you have to earn that. you'll just have to sleep in the cage like a good bunny. aw you've been naughty? that's too bad, doyoung was thinking of playing with you later. guess you'll just have to sit in your cage and watch as he gets himself off without being able to help the aching in your cunt.

jɑehyun

he sure is nicer than doyoung in every possible way, but more of a tease. jaehyun enjoys those flustered moments where he pushes you on your knees and forces you to crawl. he likes watching your face turn red when he tugs on your collar when you misbehave. he likes the power you give him. and he gets full of himself. the more you give shows how much you trust him, so each time he'll push to see how far he can go.

"arent we going out, why are you putting a leash on me?"

"do you know any owner that let's their pup walk freely on the streets? hmm, didn't think so."

lucɑs

there's different sides to lucas whenever your around. he's either the softest or meanest owner you could possibly have. it depends on his mood and how you act and dress. if you dress like an innocent pup but act like a total brat to him, well his hard side will show with his soft side. soft words with rough actions if you wanna put it that way. but, take it as you're a good pup and he'll treat you with utmost respect, like letting you sit on his lap instead of the floor, or sitting at the table to eat with him instead of resting your head on his lap as you wait on the floor for him to spoon feed you like a baby. it's the little things he does that makes you both happy. just, sometimes you get a lil naughty

xiɑojun

xiaojun could easily get carried away once in the act nevermind the sexual aspect. he's a huge softy, doesn't really pay much attention to your bad side because- well, you're like a kitten after all, you're always getting into things your not supposed to and he really doesn't mind all too much. that is until you're purposely pushing his buttons to get a reaction out of him, that's when a switch is flicked. no more human things. that being tv, sitting on the couch, eating at the table, walking, or sleeping in the bed. since you wanna be bad, hes got you all leashed up and you'll have to make it up to him whether you like it or not.

"get on your knees if you wanna be a good kitty for master. you don't want another punishment right, little one?"

jɑemin

here we have a complete sadist. if you think just because he's nice now, he'll be nice all the time. no. in fact, the more you paw at his thigh or scratch at his chest in need, the more he'll make fun of you and ignore his precious bunny. and the more that makes you frustrated. but you can't ask jaemin to fuck you, no way- bunny's don't speak.

"use your words- oh that's right you can't. how am I supposed to know what you want, sweetheart? bummer."

you just end up using your thighs as friction until jaemin notices and hes not very nice after seeing you act like such a horny bitch. again, hes a sadist, he likes your pain.

shotɑro

literally the nicest one on this list and that's a fact. hes the type to treat his pet like a human- yet still not fully. hes atleast nice enough to let you walk, talk, or sit and sleep anywhere you find comfortable because he likes seeing you happy. thats until you start acting different or push him over the edge, then bye bye taro, because shotaro has taken over. he's more lenient than doyoung or lucas because he still doesn't like hurting you too much or making you upset. what he'll do is start slowly taking away things such as; privilege to speak- if he wants you to bark like a dog, you damn well bark like one since that's your only way of 'speaking' to him until he says otherwise. but though making him frustrated is kind of fun, you do enjoy his nice side a whole lot more. he's a spoiler, one to give his pet many gifts and play time and he expects you to thank him each time. and God is he a sweetheart in the bedroom.

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kinks (maknae line) ☾

[1:27] now playing: after midnight - wayv

[a/n] this was supposed to be posted several days ago, my apologies lol. sadly sungchan and shotaro aren’t included because I wrote this before their debut and obviously chenle isn’t either but I did do a little mini kink analysis on shotaro and sungchan here

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—lucas ✩

degrading

it was pretty sight—him sitting completely naked on your thigh, riding it like there was no tomorrow. but it was all ruined when he came too early, disobeying your instructions and ruining your favorite pair of black jeans. "you fucking slut!" you spat, watching his juices soak your jeans. "I'm so sorry! I'll buy you a new pair." he was very genuine, a glint of horror reflecting in his eyes. you grab onto his hair, pulling his head down so your lips met the curve of his ear. "you better, cumslut. or your punishment is gonna include the whole street knowing how much of a filthy whore you are." he gulped at your words, his dick restless on top of the sticky puddle. "yes, ma'am."

face sitting (receiving)

he moaned against your folds, deeply. the warm heat of your juices lathering onto his face made his dick throb pathetically. short gasps of air being released whenever he got the chance. you latched onto his smooth stands as his tongue worked its magic, gliding gracefully against your hole. your other hand restricted his arms above his head, putting him in a vulnerable position. "come on, you can do better than that." you lied straight through your teeth, clutching his hair tighter. he was putting his blood, sweat, and tears into this. you knew that. you just wanted to see how far he'll go to pleasure you, to comply with you. besides, being smothered to death by your pussy is the only way he wants to go out. another rich moan vibrates against you, forcing out a whine from you. you're close now. you start rolling your hips, frantically. lucas's arm veins now protrude from his skin as he balls his fists, feeling your wetness pouring and dripping down his face.

praise (receiving)

it's the best of both worlds. yukhei enjoys being degraded because it hurts that giant ego of his, but hearing your praise while his fingers curled inside you gave him a different type of pleasure. "yes, just like that, baby. you're such a good boy." you said between moans as he toyed with your g spot, your walls closing in on his digits. "yes, mommy, m'a good boy." he mumbled, eyes fixated on his long fingers going in and out of your pussy, covered with your stickiness. he was determined to make you orgasm so he could hear more pet names and praise rush from your lips as your back arched and your moans transitioned to deep, ragged breaths.

cock and ball torture

you're between his legs, half naked while scraping your nails along his prominent hip bone. "do you know why I'm mad at you, xuxi?" you asked with faux kindness. lucas tried his best to remain eye contact, but your gaze held so much intensity that he looked away. "I-" you slapped the tip of his dick before he could finish, a painful yelp cutting himself off. "look at me, xuxi." he shifted his eyes towards you, water nearly spilling down his puffy lash line. "I was naughty in public." his voice was broken down to a faint whisper, with an occasional voice crack as the grip on his balls grew stronger. "how?" you provoke him, unsatisfied with his answer. he tries to answer but his words jumble up in his throat, making you squeeze his balls tight and mercilessly. "you were grinding up against me like a bitch in heat, remember?" tears spill down his face as he mutters pathetic apologies. the pleasurable pain making him orgasm.

—mark ✩

mommy kink

he was having his annual horny teenage boy moment. his hands wrapped tightly around his cock as the pornographic film flickered in front of him. the blueish light from his phone the only thing illuminating his room. he didn't have a roommate this time around, so he let the video play out loud on a low volume. he bit his lip as he watched the young boy suck on his 'step mothers' boobs as she said something in japanese. "mommy." he whined into the empty room, rubbing the tip of his cock. little did he know the devil on earth, known as haechan, was recording and sending it to you.

spitting (receiving)

you were teasing him. rubbing his tip with your fingers and rubbing his shaft between your folds. mark hates teasing. and at the moment, he had no problem telling you. "hurry up and fuck me." that was unacceptable. you crawled towards him, a clear fire in your eyes as you grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks. "you need to watch your fucking mouth. I'm in charge." and then you forced his mouth open, gathered up some saliva, and spat in his mouth. his eyes nearly bulge out of socket, but he swallowed nevertheless. he was much more of a good boy after that.

guided masturbation (receiving)

baby boy mark needs guidance. he needs your soft yet authoritative tone to help him feel like he knows what he's doing. he's doing his very best, trying not to let you down. one hand toyed with the head of his dick while the other cupped his balls, just like you told him to. he looked so cute. his blonde hair ruffled in many different directions, tongue constantly running over his lips, cheeks scarlet, and hushed sounds of satisfaction. however, he wasn't exactly fondling the spot you were hoping for. so your grabbed his hand and very delicately push his hand further down his cock, below his head—the most sensitive spot. he shuddered, squeezing his balls tighter. pure bliss jumbled his words as he started thrusting into his fist, his precious puppy eyes sparkling.

praise (receiving)

he was between your legs, only the top of his head poking out as he gave small kitten licks to your folds. his tongue was hesitant, his big doe eyes met yours, seeking approval. "you're doing good, love." it wasn't a lie, he was nearly an expert with your clit. "thank you, mommy." he replied before getting back to business. he rotated his tongue near your entrance precisely, just like they did in the videos he's watched. a fistful of his hair are in your hands as he enters his tongue inside you, his cock throbbing beneath him at your taste. your moans were his motivation as he tongue fucked you, spit drooling down his chin. "my good baby boy, you are doing so good." at this praise, he starts to roll his hips mercilessly into the mattress.

—xiaojun ✩

pegging

your kiss was desperate, passionate, and fiery. you hugged onto his exposed hips while he used your shoulders to support himself on your lap and the unpredictable chair that you randomly picked from the dressing room. everytime he moved he felt your strap rub against the crevice of his ass, make him whimper with anticipation until you guided him to sink himself down onto the toy. he pulled away so he could gasp for air as he bottomed out, the faux veins making it even more satisfying. soft moans hummed in his throat once he started rocking his hips, his eyes focusing on you while your hands groped and smacked his ass until it was time for him to meet his members on stage.

masochist

dejun was already humiliated enough by having to bend over the kitchen island, feeling like a porn slut ready to get fucked by whoever was able to catch him in such a vulnerable position, with black and white stockings decorating his tiny legs. but you kept adding insult to injury by making him count your rough spankings, "t-twelve, thank you mommy." he stuttered, struggling to hide his pleasure as he waited for a harsher, 13th slap to make his ass red and sting, but it never came. then, a sudden rattling from behind him made him anxious, "mommy?" he called out, fighting to not disobey your orders and peer over his shoulder. you responded with another cruel smack on his ass, swinging your arm back just a little bit to create the perfect sting. "fuck, mommy!" xiaojun cried as he felt the foreign yet familiar object collide with his irritated skin, feeling the outline of the wooden spoon set his flesh on fire. "harder, please!" he whimpers, hiding his between his forearms, his lust now overpowering his shame as he waits for another painful blow.

humiliation

"look at you." you cooed beside his head, taking a stray piece of hair and curling it behind his ear. "such a pretty whore." you smirked at xiaojun's reflection, watching his lips tremble and tears flow down his cheeks as he silently begged for you to put the whole toy in. his face was already flushed with a glowing shade of red from you teasing him with the tip of your strap, letting him have just the head of the pretty pink dildo before pulling out of his desperate hole. "please... I'm so embarrassed." he pleaded, softly. "don't be embarrassed of your beauty, love." you said, rubbing your hands along his stomach in a circular motion then placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "watch your pretty face while I fuck this tight hole, okay?" you then got off his back and stood up straight, lining up the toy with his entrance. xiaojun did as he was told and watched himself as he felt 7 inches fill up his insides, cheeks burning. and once you started thrusting, the tears came back.

mommy kink

"say that again?" you challenged after you pinned him to the ground, securing both of his arms beside his head. however, it came out more as a question rather than an order. xiaojun froze in his place. he should've known play fighting with you would steer into the wrong direction, yet he couldn't control the bulge growing beneath your heat. "xiaojun!" you said, sternly, moving just enough to make him whimper again, "mommy, please." his face was now flushed with shame and arousal, a delicate sparkle in his eyes that resembled the neediness of a puppy. you leaned down and landed a gentle kiss to his lips, almost moaning from the friction. "you're too cute." you murmur before smirking, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I wonder what other positions you like."

—hendery ✩

edging

"mommy, please! I want to cum! let me cum, please!" hendery begged breathlessly, his hips restless as you massaged his prostate. "not yet, hun." you said, eyes trained on your fingers curling inside his hole. "besides, I love it when you get really needy." you added with a smirk, finally ripping your eyes away from between his legs to look at the mess you've created. his hair stuck to the side of his face while his eyelids were squeezed shut. his cock flushed and ready to burst. "please, mommy," he whined, barely audible and completely desperate. his black orbs were now visible and pleading along with his lips. you were about to shake your head until a wicked idea changed your mind. "if you can go five minutes without making any noise, I'll let you cum." there was a glimpse of horror that washed over his face before it was quickly wiped away, replaced with a challenging grin because at this point he would do anything.

public sex

"back here?" hendery whined like a toddler once you dragged him behind the movie theater. "do you not want it?" you asked, and he objected immediately. "I do, I do!" "then keep it down." you ordered, then squatted down against the wall of the building, fondling with his zipper. "shouldn't I be against...?" he pointed behind you, the open air tickling his back gave him a drop of anxiety, which somehow added to his pleasure. your response was the warmth of your mouth engulfing the head of his dick, making him gasp suddenly before chewing down on his lip to contain himself. you wasted no time showing off your skill, sucking and swirling your tongue around him comfortably as if he were laying in your bed, which eventually led to hendery leaning over you to steady himself against the wall, his other hand covering his mouth because he could no longer hold his tongue.

voyeurism

hendery didn't mean to watch you, it just happened. he wanted to pay you a surprise visit, convince you to drag yourself out of bed and let him take on some random adventure, perhaps. he liked you, and was shameless about it. however, he was caught completely off guard when he heard your low moans pouring from the crack of your ajar bedroom door that was opened just enough for him to see you touching yourself. he froze at first, unable to take his eyes away from your fingers rubbing your swollen clit. he felt like a sick pervert, but he couldn't help himself from touching himself, as well. he kept a hand clasped firmly over his mouth to conceal his groans and subtle whines, edging himself until he could cum with you, and maybe, just maybe, be caught and punished, as well.

brat training

"you're really going to test me today?" you said, arms crossed and eyes burning into the grinning boy on all fours in front of you. "I haven't done anything, ma'am." he swears, claiming innocence. "master." you corrected, then wiggled your finger. "come here." he crawled towards you, eyes never leaving yours, until he stopped in between your legs. hendery sneaked a peek at your wet cunt dripping through your panties, but was instantly struck by your flogger. "eyes up here!" you said, authoritatively, and he obeyed. that smug look no longer decorating his face. you combed your fingers through his wavy hair before grabbing a chunk and pulling him towards your face. "now listen up, pet. you're gonna tongue fuck this pussy until I cum, and don't you dare try to touch me or else I won't hesitate to use this," you briefly waved the flogger like a wand. "and make you wear that vibrator for the rest of the day. got it?" he nodded, his mouth already salivating. "yes master, I understand."

—renjun ✩

sugar mommy

"is this for me?" he exclaimed as you handed him a small velvet case. obviously it was but you still laughed at his enthusiasm. "of course, silly." you watched as he carefully opened the package, his eyes sparkling more than his gift once he's opened it. it was a blinding diamond choker attached to a matching leash that twinkled far brighter than all the stars combined. it was perfect. "oh, mommy it's so beautiful! thank you so much." he hugged you tight. he was naked and you could feel his member stiffening against you. "you're welcome, baby." you grabbed him by his thighs and pulled him onto your lap, a short gasp escaping his lips. "now put it on, I want to see the marks it gives you."

choking

you let him top this time. a special reward for being a good boy the entire week. at first he was gentle with you, asking if you're okay and making sure you weren't hurt. but once he was finally inside you, he couldn't contain his desire to fuck his dom senseless and he slammed his hips into you with a desperate groan. both you were in a missionary position, which can be boring if you didn't play your cards right. so, you grab him by the throat as he's fucking you, lightly constricting his airway. you felt the hushed whimper vibrate beneath your hand and he grabs your neck as well, but not squeezing as hard. between your hand choking him, your tightness, and the way your boobs bounced with every thrust, he didn't last long.

degrading

renjun is a small guy. you didn't see a problem with it but it was always the source for insults during kinky sex. "look at how small and pathetic you look underneath me." you snarled as the brim of his eyes flooded with tears, a choked moan vibrating his chest. "you're so skinny and weak yet you want to fuck me?" he lets the tears run down his cheeks, his cock abused and twitching behind you. your hands run along his scrawny chest and lightly brush your finger tips over his nipple, making him wince. you snicker at his reaction. "you wouldn't last at all."

baby boy kink

It's been his occasional pet name. usually for when you asked him for something like a piece of tissue or something out of reach at the grocery store. innocent stuff like that. until... you're on top of him. riding him while he's wriggling beneath you, a precious, overstimulated mess. his hair damp and sticking to his skin as his eyes twitch beneath his lids and honeyed whimpers pleasing your ears. you could feel his length pulse inside of you and leaned forward for a swift kiss. "can you cum for me, baby boy?" you said in such an enticing and chilling tone, he trembled. "yes, baby boy will cum!" he felt release ignite itself in his stomach and course through he veins until he felt the warmth of his juices lathering your walls.

—jeno ✩

petplay

he rubbed his cheek against you. a short hum of contentment melts you as you scratched underneath his chin. the clip-in fox ears poked out in the top of his head, almost matching his reddish toned hair and the faux freckles dotted all over his face. a delicate leather collar decorated his neck with a small heart lock pendant dangling beneath. "can I fuck you, y/n?" he asked sweetly with glittery doe eyes. you smile and run a hand through his hair, careful not to mess with his ears. "of course, my good boy." he face gleamed when you adjusted yourself on your back, inviting him to pleasure you.

fighting for dominance

not even after you closed the door of your shared apartment, he was yelling. every weekend you find time to hang out with the dreamies, and today you and jisung were being too 'touchy' for jeno's liking. "I was just babying him! you know me, I'm motherly to all the dreamies!" you tried to explain to him, but he was being stubborn. but you definitely weren't expecting him to have you pinned against the wall, a clear resentment illuminating his eyes. "you're mine, y/n! you don't touch anyone like that." his lips are pressed against your neck, marking his territory by leaving purple stains on your skin. but this clearly wasn't his role in the relationship. you pinched his inner thigh near his member, having him flinch and holler. "I don't appreciate this behavior jenny, do I have to put you in your place?" you continue to pinch him, his skin going numb as he fought off the pain. "you're the one being naughty." he replied, boldly. his dick bulges against you. you chuckle and grab his erection forcefully, looking deep into his hungry eyes. "oh, baby. you couldn't dominate me if you tried." you're right, he couldn't.

flogging

another hit to his back makes him writhe and hiss. "t-twelve." he counted, voice breaking like a china set. "what did I say about stuttering?" you strike him three more times on his lower back and he moans deeply each time. "I'm sorry, noona." he apologized pitifully in a light voice. "start over again." he whines at your command and arches his back, preparing for the flogger to make contact with his clothed skin once more. you hit him brutally on his ass. he lunges forward and starts counting again like a good boy. "one."

dry humping

the morning sun poured through the curtains and spilled on top of your figures intertwined with each other. jeno rutted his hips against the curves of your ass, lazily. his morning wood occasionally teasing your entrance as the blurry remains of his naughty dream replayed in his memory. he groaned at the thought of being inside you. your reached back and rubbed his upper thigh. "you thinking about mama's pussy?" you hum, giggling when he said yes. "how bad do you want it?" an uneven breath is released from his chest, his thrusting losing more rhythm. "r-real bad."

—haechan ✩

dominatrix/hard dom

there's brief silence as you twirled the whip in your hand, looking down at the boy who was on all fours, his backside facing you. he's daring enough to open his mouth again, even though his ass and lower back have been stained red and purple. "I know you liked it, mistress." you couldn't see it, but you know he was pulling a shit eating grin, just waiting for you to snap. the it he's referring to is him stealing your vibrator and using it for his own pleasure, not even bothering to quiet himself as you slept next to him. you cracked the whip on his ass once again, making haechan cry out. he wouldn't be able to sit properly for the next few days.

fingering

he has two fingers inside himself, exploring his walls as you watched the show. he bit his lip in concentration, focusing on reaching his pleasure point. he spread his legs as far as he could, already longing for another finger but he couldn't due to his tightness. your own fingers were massaging your folds, rubbing in nice long circles. finally, he hits the sweet spot he's been searching for and moans lewdly while raising his hips slightly off the mattress. he thrusts his fingers in and out, every moan raising an octave as he squirmed. before he could cum you grabbed his wrist and released his fingers, rubbing them off before rubbing them against your clit. your other hand hovering over his hole, then using a finger to push past his walls. he mewls and shifts into your touch, then puts his middle and index finger inside you. both you jammed your fingers into each, perfectly in sync with each other until you both came.

praise (receiving)

you lick your lips eagerly as haechan swallowed your strap-on, a short gasp plummeting to your core. he bounced frantically above you, not used to the position. "look at you taking my cock. you're so beautiful." you praised him, grabbing his dick to keep it from bobbing around. "t-thank you." he said, screaming when your hips thrusted upward. the infamous sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room. his eyes roll to the back of his head from the intense pleasure, his jaw slack. "my beautiful toy. no one could ever look so pretty riding my cock." he released another feminine moan before squirting his orgasm all over your hand.

spanking

that boy wasn't slick. you knew he wanted it, but he wasn't going to completely get it. you made him bend over the queen sized bed with a light push, his flesh scorching beneath your touch. "am I going to get a lot, mistress?" he asked, playing innocent. like he didn't want it. you okay along with him, a devilish smile tugging your lips. "maybe." he grinned, exhaling sharply when he felt your hands massaging his butt soothingly. "how many times have you watched porn without my permission?" you asked and his muscles tense. this was the reason for his punishment. "about 20?" he muttered, softly. you hummed, satisfies with the number. "okay, then go ahead. spank yourself 20 times, right now." he peered over his shoulder, his eyes big. "b-by myself? why can't you-" you shut him off, explaining it was part of the punishment. he grumbled but complied, raising his hand and sparking himself with unexpected strength. he likes the sting but it wasn't the same. "hey, you're lucky you're even getting spanked at all."

—jaemin ✩

tall partner

you looked like an empress. the heels made your legs look they measured in miles and the best for jaemin: it made you a couple inches taller than him. he looked so happy on his knees for you, that cute, goofy smile beaming across his face. "come kiss my legs." you ordered, and he eagerly crawled shifted towards you and pressed his lips against your thigh with devotion. you let your fingers comb through his strands, looking at admiringly as he worshiped you.

collars

his favorite one was made of out white lace. it was very delicate yet very restrictive. he could barely swallow with it on and he loved it. it was a nice contrast between his honey coated skin and dark coffee irises. oh, and it was extra adorable when he had his cotton candy pink hair. but when he wants to more rough, he has a nice black one. it's simple—just a plain leather with an o ring to attach a leash—but sturdy. you were pulling him around with a studded leash, hard enough to temporarily constrict his airway. he gave soft kisses to your bare pussy, looking up with glistening puppy eyes. when he went to far down to sneak a taste, you tugged again at the collar making a whimper crawl up his throat. "no. focus!"

noona kink

he tried not to be awkward while you buffed out his eyeliner on his top lid, creating small talk. "I'm nervous." he admitted, catching a glimpse of his reflection in front of him. he definitely wasn't good at hiding it. "I can tell." you chuckled, now moving on to his lips. "don't worry, you'll do fine." you smiled before dabbing the red lip tint onto the center on his bottom lip. he stared at your hands, imaging what they were capable of. no diamonds decorated your ring finger. "thank you, noona." he says softly. his voice nearly cracked and you grinned at the erection growing in his pants. "of course, babe." you hovered over the shell of his ear, your hot breath tickling him. "and if you're extra good, noona will give you a reward." the redness of his cheeks seeped through the makeup and creeped up to the tips of his ears while you still held an innocent looking grin. "okay! let's move onto your fabulous hair."

spanking

today he was being bad. from waking you up by moaning in your ear to touching you inappropriately while you were driving. and now the cherry on top was him nipping at your neck in front of you parents. "you. fucking. embarrassed. me!" you said, frustrated. sparking him after every word as he moaned like a slut. "I'm sorry." he whined, pathetically. however, it did nothing to fix the infinite shame. "sorry is not going to cut it. you're either gonna take it or not cum for two weeks. your choice." your hand strikes his backside several more times, making the skin turn red and a stinging sensation arise on both your hand and his ass. "yes, noona." he said, submissively. willingly giving you his body to abuse.

—yangyang ✩

photoshoots/sex tapes

once again, the camera flashed intensively as he sat on his bed, only wearing a black harness across his chest and up his neck connecting to a choker, along with a thick pair of matching handcuffs. he glared at the camera lusciously while he attempted to rut his dick between his cuffed hands, then twisted his hips to reveal the vibrator plugged into his hole with lubricant coating and dripping down his skin. his jaw dropping once it poked the right spot, hearing another quick click from the camera as his eyes rolled up into his skull. "yes, baby. show me how good you feel." you purred from behind your phone, snapping more pictures of his lewd expressions before propping it up on your tripod. "now it's my turn to make you feel good." you said, glancing at him in his submissive position before turning on the flash and pressing the red button.

rimjob (receiving)

"w-what if we get caught?" yangyang asked anxiously, his fear preventing him from speaking above a whisper as he leaned over hendery's unkempt bed. his laughter could be heard just down the hall, along with kun's scolding. "you don't have to worry about that if you're quiet." you respond, rubbing a finger around his rim before flicking your tongue against his hole. "oh!" he exclaimed at the sudden feeling, quickly clamping his hand over his mouth. lewd moans and occasional whimpers were muffled behind his palm as you swirled your tongue around his hole, licking long, sloppy stripes from his balls to his lower back, and playfully slipping the tip of your wet muscle past his muscle. he felt so dirty getting tongue fucked and he loved it so much.

punishment

yangyang wasn't spamming you with dirty pictures and text messages for nothing, he wanted a punishment. he wants to be bent over your lap and spanked until he's writhing and practically grinding his needy cock between your thighs, maybe play with the new buttplug you got him, but that wouldn't be considered a punishment in the slightest. so after you arrived home and yangyang skipped towards you with an innocent grin, you dragged him into your room and tied his pretty limbs to the bed. you could see the excitement in his eyes. he thinks you're going ride him, or use him in some way. he never would have guessed that you would just leave him there with a vibrator swinging from the ceiling that ever so slightly brushed pass his swollen head. his cries got more desperate and pathetic as the minutes tick by, "mommy" and "I'm sorry" repeatedly leaving his lips.

bondage

yangyang let out a soft cry through the ball gag that was lodged firmly into his mouth, tugging against the under bed restraints. his arms were behind his back, wrists crossed over each other, and his legs were extended embarrassingly wide across the mattress. his upset cock, which was tied up nice and pretty with a thin rope along with his balls, and greedy hole on full display. "your moans make me so horny." you admit, tracing your finger around his swollen head, and licking your lips as he let out another half moan half cry into his gag. you then lightly tug the loose rope connected to his balls, earning a noisy yelp followed by incoherent words that you guessed were helpless pleas.

#sub!nct #sub!wayv #sub!lucas #sub!yukhei #sub!xuxi #sub!mark #sub!xiaojun #sub!hendery #sub!renjun #sub!jeno #sub!haechan #sub!jaemin #sub!yangyang #sub!kpop #sub!idol #dom!reader #dom!fem!reader

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lovingonrepeat · 4 years ago

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Paint It White // Liu Yangyang

Day three of my Kinktober // NCT 2020 Project

DAY 3: Yangyang + mirror sex → “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

Word count: 1.7k || Genre: smut

Warnings: femdom, mirror sex, semi public sex, edging, brat taming, punishment, begging, restraints, hair pulling, finger sucking, cum eating

This work is completely fictional. Feedback is welcome. Hate will be blocked. Thank you!

(credit x)

Note to self, thank Taemin.

If Yangyang was honest, he would realize how this was all his fault. He wouldn't have tried to play with your thigh and get you hot and bothered while you were eating lunch with the WayV boys. He wouldn't have sent you those dirty texts, trying to get a rise from you while you were watching a movie in the dorm with everyone. He would've listened to you when you told him to stop trying to grind into you while you were in the crowded SM elevator. And he definitely wouldn't have grabbed your ass when he thought he saw a staff member looking at you.

He knew that you were getting irritated at his actions, but that's what he was counting on. He was looking for you to finally break, so when you snapped and dragged him into the empty practice room, locking the door behind you and looking at him with fire in your eyes, he couldn't stop the thrill that coursed straight through him.

It was all Yangyang's fault, and he loved it.

He thought he had everything figured out, but he wasn't expecting you to do this. You had managed to take a quick look at the schedule posted outside the practice rooms before choosing this one, specifically for the fact that Taemin had been the last one to use it. You went straight for the ties he'd been using for his Criminal promotions as soon as the door was locked, and you felt the way arousal coursed through you as you saw the wide eyed look he gave you.

And that's how Yangyang ended up here, clothes long gone and forced onto his knees with his hands tied behind his back. He's set up right in front of the mirror as you play with him, embarrassment shooting through him as you force him to watch himself.

He can't control his moans, desperate to be able to reach out and pull your bra and panties off so that he can see you better, and so that he wasn't the only one fully exposed like this. But he can't. All he can do is moan and shake and become all consumed by the way you're stroking him.

It's so much and not enough at the same time, the way you jerk him off fast just to slow down the instant he starts to get close. It's maddening, and he can't help but buck into your touch, hoping that maybe he can prevent you from depriving him of yet another high.

You notice the way that he can't seem to catch his breath, gulping on air as he silently prays that you'll have mercy on him.

You won't.

"Ready to give in yet?" You ask, not slowing down your movements as you build him up to another high he won't get to release.

He shakes his head rapidly, and his wise crack is cut off by a moan as you give him a couple extra hard pumps for that. When he finally composes himself enough to speak, his voice comes out ragged and broken.

"Go to hell."

You lean close, pulling on his bound wrists so he falls back into your chest a bit. You move your grip down to allow him to grab your hand between his fingers, and he holds onto it for dear life. It's a tender moment between your otherwise devastating actions, and it makes him feel safe, despite being vulnerable to you in the most intimate way possible.

When you speak, it's directly into his ear, ghosting along the shell and making his entire body shiver with the sweet tone of your voice saying something so sinful.

"Baby, you're already in hell."

He groans at your words, and at the way you just keep touching him. He's getting so close, and if would only keep going, maybe he can get there.

"You know," you tell him, starting to slow down as you notice the signs of his high. "This practice room is free the rest of the day, and the door's locked. I could do this forever."

You slow your hand almost completely, giving him hard and deliberate strokes to emphasize your point. He groans, frustration boiling over as he slumps forward. His head rests on the mirror, with his sweaty and too long hair hanging in his eyes. He can't get enough air, gasping and fogging up the mirror with his lust filled exhales. The sight is extremely erotic, and you can't stop the rush of arousal that courses through you.

It makes you want to wreck him even more.

You move your hand away from his wrists, bringing it up to tangle into his hair. You give his hair a tug, pulling his head up to stare right in his own eyes as he gasps from the pain. He cries out as he sees his frame in the reflection, with his disheveled hair and sweaty body and wild eyes and his dick that's so, so hard. His mouth hangs open, letting out loud, broken moans as your hand increases its pace again, building him up to yet another high he won't experience. His sounds echo off the walls of the dance studio, and you lean in so your chin rests on his shoulder.

“You’d better be quiet, Yangyang. Or everyone’s going to know what a naughty, little slut you are.”

He bites his lip hard as he whimpers, trying desperately to muffle his moans as your words send a shiver through him. But he's not able to hold his sounds back for long as he starts to get overwhelmed again.

"Shit, shit, shit," he sobs as he feels the pleasure start to overtake him again. You plant soft kisses onto the back of his shoulder as he shakes under you.

"Is there something you wanna say?" You ask, smirking against his skin as you feel him nod hard above you.

"Yes, yes, yes. Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

You grin widens, and you give him a little nip on his back that makes his entire body jump. But when you start to slow your hand again, he panics.

"What? Why? I said sorry. Why? Please?"

"What are you sorry for, baby?"

He groans, beyond frustrated as you slow your movements to allow him enough clarity of mind to answer your question. He tries to drop his head and tear his eyes away from his own reflection, but your grip on his hair stops him, only serving to intensify his arousal with the way it causes his scalp to sting.

"Well?" You ask him.

"Uh," he starts. "I'm sorry for being a brat, and I'm sorry for not listening, and I'm sorry for taking $10 from you without asking first, but just please."

He's babbling at this point, and you're not even sure if he's aware of all the words coming out of his mouth. You chuckle, satisfied with his answer as you move to place a kiss on his temple.

"There you go, baby. That wasn't so hard."

You increase the speed of your pumps again, and he lets out a hiss that turns into a high pitched whimper as the pleasure starts to overtake him for what feels like the umpteenth time. You see the way his eyes look around frantically, not sure whether he should look at the way your hand is pumping him or the way you're looking at him with pure lust burning in your eyes or watch the way he's falling apart. The sight just makes everything so much more intense, and he can't fathom how has hasn't exploded yet, and decides that it's solely because you just know his body too, too well. His breathing picks up as moans fall involuntarily from his lips, echoing through the empty walls of the dance studio.

"You can let go now," you tell him, moving your hand from his hair to firmly grip his jaw and loving the way his eyes all but roll into the back of his head at your words. "Go ahead and paint the mirror white with your cum."

He orgasms with a shout, shaking and trembling through his orgasm as the hot white spurts of his release shoot onto the glass and your hand. It feels like it goes on forever for him, wave after wave of earth shattering pleasure after being kept on edge and denied for so long. He collapses into your body when he's finally done, resting his body weight on you as he kisses your neck. You bring your hand down to his tied ones again, allowing him to hold your clean hand in his as he comes back down to Earth.

"You okay?" You ask him, and your heart melts when he flashes you that thousand watt smile of his.

"More than okay," he replies. He's sleepy, but you can hear the tinge of satisfaction in his voice.

You reach forward, swiping your already dirty hand through the mess he made on the mirror. He starts to say something that you're sure is probably smug and will get him into trouble again, but you don't give him the chance, sticking your stained fingers into his pretty mouth.

He's a bit taken aback at the action, but obeys immediately, sucking around your fingers and humming contently to himself.

"By the way, I knew it was you that took that $10. I cannot believe you framed Hendery for it."

He laughs around your fingers, and you laugh too, placing a small kiss onto his nose as you do. When you take your fingers out of his mouth, you wrap your arms around him, gently guiding him to lay down with his arms still bound behind him. He sits up on his elbows, watching you curiously as you reach around to unclip your bra and pull your underwear off your body. You straddle his, but not before collecting more of his release onto your fingers for him to suck off. He groans around your fingers, and looks up at you with lust filled, obedient eyes.

"Now, we have this room for a couple more hours. So now it's your turn to make me feel good."

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erikoon · 4 years ago

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Hello. I am the part of slavic fan club of Ercole. My friend told me about a situation with your Giulia/Ercole art. We don't ship it but. PLEASE READ IT TO END!

I think fan community is free to shipping everything they want without being bulled. I also consider that adult! AUs may and can exist. I am really sorry for my bad English, I (we are) just really want to give you some support.

Also some words for haters

Dear Haters. I also can understand your reaction (but I don't support it) and I think that when someone draws something you don't like or when author wrote some explanation for this ship and you're disagree with this, you don't need to write about it. Of course, there is a borders. I have it too. I am against pedophilia/rape/violence. But we see two characters, that were aged up. Giulia is about 12. Ercole is 16, as he said (but he's official 18-19). And I think age up is really okay. If you blame this ship for "incompatibility" of characters, please, agree the fact of possible AUs and theories, that can explain the relationship of this couple and make them harmonious, without pedophilia and vulgarity.

Dear Author. I know that there will be some people who will not understand me and you. They could tell me that I am homophob or pedophile. I am not. I just don't want that someone will bulled at this point. Have a nice day:)

Hello! Thanks for writing me this very kind message, it was completely unexpected and made me so happy! It’s great to know that there’s a fan club of Ercole 😊

Sorry if my reply will be long, but I’d like to express what I think about what happened too.

Yes, I drew a Giulia x Ercole ship artwork. I don’t know if you saw it, but it showed Ercole paying Giulia a compliment in a self-confident and a little arrongant way (not so effective xD); Giulia was looking away, appearing to be almost upset, but she was blushing too, because she actually liked him and she found his words very flattering, despite their conflictual and inflammatory relationship.

I want to say it OUT LOUD: the scene was totally clean and sfw, I didn’t have ANY intention to make it naughty or sexualised! I simply took the scenario from my adolescent memories: the first crushes, the first interests, the way I wanted to be considered cute and pretty, the way I desired an older boyfriend… and I thought it would be nice to draw something related.

Here where I live it’s perfectly normal to see teen couples with age gaps… for example, I was 17 years old when my ex boyfriend and I got together, he was 22.

However, I decided to delete the picture because I realized the situation was becoming problematic. I imagined many people would turn their nose up at it and wouldn’t approve it, and I was completely ok with it! Everybody should be free to ship whoever they want and however they want, without conditions!

But I didn’t imagine I would get several insults and shameful accusations towards me, as well as reports on my artistic profiles. All of this for having drawn a teenager couple, it’s crazy!

I support every kind of headcanon and I like the AUs and the adult!AU too! I find them interesting and I like seeing how a relationship evolves in the future. At the same time, like the Alberca couple, I believe that the ship between Giulia and Ercole works also without aging them up, due to their different characters, their fights, their arguments and their way to consider each other important without saying it directly: they are worthy rivals.

Some rude, aggressive and senseless reactions made me feel very sad, especially because, I repeat it again, I didn’t come up with an erotic or sexual idea, so who cries scandal should reflect on their view on things and on human relationships themselves.

Last, but not least: we are talking about FICTION, anyway. People need to understand that fanarts in general have NOTHING to do with real life, it may sound taken for granted, but it seems that many people have problems dealing with this. NO ONE bullies me for shipping Luca x Alberto, but I don’t think it would be perfectly normal to ship 2 kids like them in real life, it would be creepy.

This means that making differences between Luca x Alberto and Giulia x Ercole is senseless, because shipping young characters works because they are CARTOON, not irl people, regardless their estimated age.

Ercole and Giulia don’t exist, nor they have any connection with real life. I would also reflect about on how unproductive it is to get mad at something which does not exist and will never do.

My coscience is clean, I know I’ve done nothing wrong and I will continue supporting the ship! I don’t expect anything, but I hope people will learn to ignore what they don’t like, or at least to express their opinions in a more civilized and polite way.

Thanks again, a strong hug from Italy! ❤️

Erikoon

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blazehedgehog · 3 years ago

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Thoughts on the TLOU Part 1 Remake? I think the visuals look incredible compared to the original.

I bought The Last of Us Remastered when I got my PS4 in 2017 and that PS5 version makes me never want to play it. Not because I want to play it on the PS5 (should I ever end up with one), but because "The Cult of Naughty Dog" is starting to get creepy.

The PS5 version is totally, wholly unnecessary, and at best should be a free upgrade for people who already own the PS4 version. I would barely even classify it as a "remake" given they are just taking the existing assets and touching up the visuals.

Outside of the cutscenes, I'm not sure it's going to look that vastly different, either. Obviously side-by-side comparisons are going to prove me wrong, but nobody is actually going to be playing these games side-by-side, and unless you have the game memorized, I doubt most people will be able to pick out what's specifically different. Mostly it'll just be a general sense of "they said it was better, but I don't know the exact details."

And even if it is vastly different, maybe that's not even necessarily a good thing? Like we've had two Last of Us games. And this will be the third time they're asking people to re-buy that first game. The first game of two total. Is there really that much left of the original vision left to capture, or are they drinking the George Lucas juice?

I mean, even Square-Enix, known for over-charging for everything (the "Square Tax" as it was called), gave away Final Fantasy VII Intergrade for free if you already owned the PS4 version.

And Sony and Naughty Dog are out there like "That'll be $70, please. $100 if you're nasty."

Are they insane? I hope this crashes and burns. If you have that much disposable income, what are you doing buying another full-price version of a game that's already come out twice?

I have no sympathy, tolerance, or understanding of that. It is a world I am totally unfamiliar with.

At least with Skyrim, it makes sense. I have played 138 hours of Skyrim and I don't think I'm even halfway through the main quest yet. It would make more sense if Skyrim let you transfer your save between different versions, but with mods I assume that would be difficult to manage. Either way, there's this idea that you can play Skyrim for hundreds of hours and never see everything, so putting out new versions of that game makes more sense to me. And a lot of Skyrim remasters are pretty basic, too!

I don't think there's hundreds of hours of game in The Last of Us. I'm sure it's more open than Uncharted, but it's not a Skyrim. Naughty Dog, by their own admission, specializes in linear, "cinematic" type games. Not open world RPGs.

On top of that, I think the visuals in the original generally end up looking better, too. I guess the facial animation in the PS5 version is indisputably better but the material rendering seems to be... questionable.

Is this like Zombieland, but instead of being obsessed with finding the last remaining boxes of twinkies, Joel is obsessed with silk shirts now? For a zombie apocalypse where everyone is constantly sweaty and filthy, his shirt now looks incredibly soft and comfortable.

It's also the sort of thing I've touched on before -- giving people options they didn't think they wanted. Changing something for the sake of changing it and then opening up the door to pointless debates that didn't matter. People would have gone down saying how "The Last of Us Remastered on PS4 still looks incredible" but now there's this $70 option that muddies the waters for no good reason. Nobody would have cared, but now they've been told they need to care, because oh my gosh, there's 40 more polygons in Joel's right cheek you guys.

What it looks like doesn't matter to me when it represents such a waste of pretty much everything.

#questions #Anonymous #naughty dog #the last of us #playstation 5

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freakynct · 5 years ago

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request: lucas with daddy kink

you had been horny all day. you missed lucas touch, his lips, his hands and especially his cock. it took everything in you not to jump on him as soon as he got home because you knew he would be tired and would just want to eat something, shower and lay in bed which is exactly what he did but just the sight of him laying shirtless in bed, with his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his wet hair falling in front of his eyes made you even more aroused. so that's when you decided to slide your panties off without having him notice and crawling over to lucas, laying down on your stomach in front of him, your head resting on his thigh.

"daddy…" you called out sweetly, knowing how much of an impact that word had on him and he looked up from his phone.

"yes baby." he sat his phone beside him and your fingers ran up his inner thigh, moving closer to his crotch and coming back down again.

"i've been thinking about you all day." your voice was almost whiny, a little pout appearing on your lips and you heard lucas let out a sigh when he finally felt you touch the outline of his cock. "i want to play." your fingers wrapped around his clothed cock, stroking him slowly as you looked up at him with doe eyes, feeling his shaft hardening under your hand.

"my baby wants to play? tell daddy exactly what you want." he bit on his bottom lip as he felt you leaving small open mouthed kisses all over his cock, grunting when you reached the tip, giving it a longer and wetter kiss.

"i want daddy's cock." you got up and climbed on top of his lap, your legs straddling his lap as his hands settled on your hips, your hands resting on his shoulders.

"hm, you're desperate for daddy's co-" his eyes widened when his hand slipped under your skirt to find out you weren't wearing any underwear. "baby, you're so naughty. no panties?" you couldn't hide the smile on your face and lucas chuckled, grabbing your face with his big hand and kissing you hard, almost making your lips go numb, while his other hand worked skillfully on your clit, making you whimper against his lips. he broke the kiss and you gasped for air as his hand made its way inside his sweatpants, taking his cock out and stroking it a few times, a little bit of precum glistening on the tip.

"you're gonna be a good girl and ride daddy's big cock?" he looked you in the eyes with the cockiest smirk on his lips and you nodded your head quickly.

"yes daddy." and as soon as you said those words he was sliding inside you and you realized you would never get used to the stretch he gives you and how deep he can go. your arms wrapped tighter around his neck, moaning as you started to bounce on his cock, rubbing deliciously against your walls. his lips went directly to your neck, making sure to mark it with little hickies, occasionally groaning from how good you felt around him.

"that's it, princess. fuck, you're doing so well. fuck yourself on daddy's cock, yeah." he rested against the headboard, throwing his head back, his eyes being kept on your body, watching your every move, his hands lifting up your skirt and keeping it bunched up around your waist so he could see his cock disappearing inside you. "i love hearing your pretty little moans." his thumb rubbed against your cheek. "look at me, baby. tell daddy how much you love his cock inside your little pussy." your eyes opened and you could almost feel the tears forming at the corners of your eyes from how desperate you were to cum.

"i love it daddy." his cock twitched inside you at the sight of your doe eyes making contact with his. "it feels so good." you cried out as he suddenly planted his feet on the mattress, starting to thrust faster inside you. "hmm daddy please… please let me cum." you nails digged on his shoulders as you tried to keep balance, your eyes closing again and your head falling back.

"you're such a good little girl, asking for permission." his grip tighten on your hips, bringing you down to meet his thrusts even harder. "go on baby, cum." and all he had to do was say those magic words and you were cumming undone on top of him, your body shaking with the intense feeling and before you knew it, lucas had already flipped you, making you fall backwards into the mattress as his big body hovered over yours, his cock still thrusting inside you.

"shit, daddy's gonna cum inside you baby. you want daddy to fill his princess up?" you nodded your head, too sensitive to even get a word out, crying out and holding onto his body as tight as you could. you heard lucas cuss and right after felt his warm cum filling you up and he gave you a few more short thrusts before pulling out, watching his cum drip out of your little hole.

"you look so pretty all fucked out." he leaned in, kissing your lips gently and caressing your hair, seeing a little smile appear on your lips. "let's clean you up."

#nct smut #wayv smut #lucas wong smut #lucas smut #lucas imagines #lucas scenarios #lucas reactions #superm smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv imagines #request

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addictofsupernatural · 5 years ago

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Emotions (pt. 10)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy reevaluates his relationship, and the both of them spiral.

Word Count: 2009

Chapter 1 • Chp. Masterlist • Chapter 11

"I can explain!"

"What the fuck was that?!" Billy yelled, freaked out.

"Billy, please calm down." You felt like you almost couldn't breathe. It felt like panic was taking over you and squeezing your heart. You really wanted to cry. What was this feeling? "Please."

He took some deep breathes and pointed at Neil. "How the fuck did you do that?"

"Please don't freak out–"

"Friends don't lie!" He shouted. You could feel your nose beginning to burn and the stinging in your eyes were starting up. "Tell me the truth!"

"Okay. Okay, um, I have powers. Like, like an ability to do something that, um, regular people can't do."

"You telling me that you're some kind of mutant?" He looked at you with an expression that he's never given you.

"No. I'm not a mutant. I was just born like this. My mother had experiments done on her and she died in labor. I, I just came out with my ability."

"And what the fuck is that ability?"

You've never felt this bad about yourself, you don't think. The way he was speaking to you, looking at you. The love of your life was looking at you like a monster. It was almost too much to handle. "Um, I can alter emotions." You squeaked.

"Emotions?" You nodded, and Billy paced around the room and ran his fingers through his hair. What if you were controlling his feelings? You could knock someone out from sleepiness, so you'd be able to do it, right? Was your whole relationship a lie? "Have you ever used that shit on me?"

"Well, once but it was an acci–"

"Get out."

"Billy I–"

"Get out!" You said nothing as you looked at his angry eyes, and walked out. You walked down the street, sobbing uncontrollably. As you walked towards the woods, it began to pour. You walked over to a telephone pole, and tried to think. Hopper's at work. Who else would you call?

It was about a few minutes until Joyce came rushing with her car. You got from the ground where you were sitting, and got into the car. "Jesus y/n you're soaking. Are you okay?"

As you told her everything she took you home and had you take a shower. She got you comfortably seated on your bed and let you listen to the radio that she got you for your birthday. She was the one who decided when your birthday should be, after all. You felt like a burden right now, and you didn't have to tell her anything for her to say that it wasn't any trouble when it came to you.

El saw this, and called Mike, who called everybody else. Jonathan drove everyone there, and soon they piled up in your room to check up on you. Everyone each got their turn to say something, whether it was helpful or not. "I knew he was a fucking piece of shit from the start." Dustin stated as they all looked at you on your bed.

"Yeah, he was a jerk anyways." Lucas said.

"Like, he just speaks out his ass most of the time." Max commented.

"Don't worry five," Mike said. "We got your back."

Jonathan ushered everybody out to talk to you. He sat on your bed while you still laid there in silence. "I called Steve. Maybe he could cheer you up." You nodded. "How're you feeling?"

"Like a monster." You sat up and rubbed your eyes, which were still puffy and red. "I just wanna be normal."

"You are normal." Jonathan said. "You just have something in you that others don't, but you only use it for good. That just makes you a good person."

"I don't want something extra. It doesn't matter how I use it. I'm either a monster or a freak."

"No, you're just y/n. The one who's always happy and nice to jerks. When I look at you, all I see is my friend." You gently smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"I'm here!" Steve said, storming into your room. "Oh my God, that asshat really did it this time." He rushed over to you, grabbing your arms. "You're not hurt, are you? Your face..." He trailed off, trying to get you to laugh at how puffy your face was.

"Yeah, well you look like you just ran a marathon and I'm not even gonna start about your hair, so I wouldn't be talking." The three of you chuckled. "Thanks for being here guys."

"Your welcome!" Dustin called out from the other room.

"Hey, dickhead, way to ruin the mood!" Steve called out.

Just then Hopper walked into the house, and looked around. "Does anyone wanna tell me why my home is a day care center right now?"

Joyce grabbed her keys with Max trailing behind. "Talk to Jonathan. I'm going to take Max to get her stuff. She's sleeping over with everybody else."

"Every– what is happening?!"

As Jonathan and Steve explained everything that happened, Joyce and Max left. When they stormed inside the house, they saw that Billy had just put Neil on the couch. He looked at Joyce. "Who are you?"

"Who am I? I'm a friend of Hopper, and a friend of y/n buster." Joyce crossed her arms and pointed at him. "C'mon Max, get your stuff."

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Billy took a step towards Max.

"I'm sleeping over at y/n's to make sure she's okay."

"Max, you don't–"

"I know about it all dipfuck!" Max yelled. "About her powers and everything!"

"Yeah!– woah, language." Joyce said.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just cause he, like, really deserves it."

"Well yeah he does deserve it and he is one, but just, y'know."

"Yeah. Totally get it. I'll watch my language next time."

"Max!" Billy yelled, stopping the bickering between the other two. "You knew?!"

"Yeah, I knew. What does that matter? She wouldn't use it for bad things. She's a good person Billy. She's been through enough cra– um, stuff, for her to become, like, a supervillain or something, but she chooses to be nice and better."

"She's admitted to using it on me before though."

"Well did you let her explain the situation?" Joyce asked, causing Billy to fall silent. "Sometimes she gets so full of emotion that it just radiates off of her. She's not used to being so happy, but you wouldn't know that."

"Don't you have kids? You're really okay with them hanging with someone who could toy with them if they wanted to?"

Joyce got close to his face and pushed his shoulder. "I'll have you know that her and her sister were the ones who helped save my son's life. It is not their fault they were born that way, and they just want to be like regular people."

"Her sister..." He trailed off.

El. Billy didn't think about her until now. It actually explained a lot of things. Her lack of speaking fluently. Her shyness. Why she wasn't in school. He thought that she was homeschooled because of past foster parents or something. But it wasn't a foster program. It was a lab. She couldn't even be a kid.

This caused Billy to think differently. He had a soft spot for El, and it made him think about you. You were once like that. You must have struggled to make complete sentences at some point. When he met you, you were pretty shy. You probably didn't know anything about anything in school, and yet somehow caught up and even excelled.

You had to learn everything from the start and work hard because of it, yet you were bullied from it. Unlike El, you didn't really find any die hard friends. You had that one guy, but felt like you couldn't be around his without bothering that girl. And now all Billy did was make you feel a hundred times worse.

"Shit." He muttered.

"Yeah, now you actually start thinking. We're gonna leave you here to think. We gotta go comfort y/n now." Joyce said. "At least Jonathan and Steve are there with her right now."

Steve. He was probably hugging you, maybe making you laugh right now. He could picture the two of you together watching TV as you were snuggled up against him, smiling. And you needed that right now, thanks to Billy. He wasn't the one you were going to right now in your time of need. Damnit.

"Have fun with your guilt asshole." Max flipped him off.

"Max."

"Okay okay. That was the last time, I swear."

As they came back, everybody had situated themselves to where to sleep. All the kids slept in El's room, Hopper insisted Joyce take the bed while he was on the couch, and Steve and Jonathan were on the living room floor, where they had put a bunch of blankets for cushion.

They all let you have your privacy tonight. As you got ready for bed, you grabbed the jean jacket that had been thrown on your chair only a week ago. Billy had forgot it, and when you put it on as a joke, he said that you should have it. That you looked cute in it.

You put it on. It smelled like him, and felt comforting like him. It made you think of the memories you have with him. You could almost feel him brush your hair away from the back of your neck, giving it loving kisses. You could almost smell his cigarettes, when he tried to kiss you, but you were quick enough to dodge it and kiss him on the cheek.

Would any of that have still happened if he had known from the start? Would he had still loved you? Maybe it was really just a lie?

Billy went to his bedroom and opened his bottom drawer. He took out the small teddy bear with a leather jacket on and cigarette in hand, which you called Damien. He opened his top drawer and took out the polaroid pictures of you. Some were just of you smiling, some had the both of you, and some were of you unaware that he was taking pictures. There were also a few naughty polaroids of you, but Billy suddenly felt like he shouldn't be looking at you so exposed, so he put those back.

He laid down on his bed, with the polaroid pictures of you spread out next to him, and with Damien in his arms. He snuggled his head into the bear, and silently cried.

Billy was never really a crier. He would get choked up sometimes when he was being vulnerable with you, but never full on cried. He always had you to make him feel better. You'd clean off the blood from his face, and put some Band-Aids on him. You even bought him a first aid kit for his car. He can almost feel you lean up to kiss his forehead, tracing your thumb over his jaw. He could remember the gentle hugs you gave, so gentle it was almost as if you were afraid to hurt him.

You never messed with his head. If you had then those crappy feelings about himself and his dad would go away, but they never fully did. Even around you, he had some anxiety that he'd mess things up. If you really were controlling him, wouldn't he just have been happy all the time?

It wasn't a lie. You weren't lying.

As you were in your bed and recalled your fond memories with Billy, you decided that this was your fault. You shouldn't have dated in the first place. All you did was drag a good person into your life and issues, and that was selfish of you. Billy would be your one and only love, but you needed to give that up.

As Billy was in his bed and recalled his fond memories with you, he decided that this was his fault. He should have listened more instead of getting angry. All you did was try to be happy with him like a normal couple, and he couldn't see past your flaws. That was selfish of him. You would be his one and only love, and he's not giving that up.

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