#ngl little me is so excited over this lol :(

[tetzoro]

SPOTTED : Dick Grayson at the side of Gotham’s favorite sweetheart — Aims !

Could this budding romance take the city by storm? Or was this a love simmering under the surface for longer than we thought? Find out more in our exclusive Q&A coming to you this fall ! ෆ

thank you @teetorini for bringing my lil selfship to life 🥹🤍 he’s been patiently waiting for a comm since i started my self shipping journey and im so giddy over this :’)

[neofelis----nebulosa]

had the best shoot ive had in a while today. Had an awesome encounter with a red shouldered hawk (only my second time seeing one in the wild and my first time successfully photographing one) and was able to get some close up mourning dove shots

[chuutu]

Million Dollar Man

old man!logan x young fem!reader

18+ NSFW

cw : age gap, pre-established relationship, pet names, needy!logan, soft dom!logan, marking, hair pulling, size kink, grinding, logan has heightened senses, sent kink, panty stealing, slight predator/prey dynamics, teasing, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fingering, squirting, cum eating/exchanging, spit kink, slight sub!logan undertones, body worship, unprotected sex, mating press, belly bulge, logan fucks you stupid, cream pie, slight ddlg (not sorry lol), daddy kink, breeding kink, aftercare ofc

wc : 2.6K

a/n : ngl I started writing this thinking of these two videos i saw (p!links under fic) because he looks exactly like Logan, but i accidentally got carried away and wrote my own thing lolz. hope you guys enjoy my first fic anyways <3 🍮

“Lo, give me a sec-c,” you try to mutter out as he holds your face in his hand, squishing your face as his hands ravish your body. “C'mon, my pretty girl,” he mutters hungrily against your stomach, kneading your plush skin.

He’ll never get over this, your soft skin against his rough, calloused hands. He considers himself extremely lucky to have a beautiful young woman like you by his side.

“Need you,” he whispers against your skin as he kisses down your stomach, pinching your skin with his teeth and sucking the skin right after leaving pretty purple bruises all over your stomach. “L-lo,” you grab his silver hair in your hands, tugging at the roots, which makes Logan groan.

Though you don’t know it, those precious little hands of yours have always driven Logan insane. Logan knew that you two had an obvious age gap, and with that came a size difference, but he'll never get used to seeing your dainty body intertwined with his.

"Mhm, beautiful." "Only mine." You hear Logan mumbling to himself as he grips onto your shorts like a starved man. You've always noticed that once Logan gets into the mood, it's hard to pry him off of you in a way you'd say it's almost like he craves you.

"Need to get rid of these useless things," Logan says as he starts to unbutton your shorts and slides them off, throwing them on the ground. "Now we're talkin'," Logan says as he's now looking down at your pretty pink panties.

"Ya like?" you say, giggling, doe eyes staring right back at Logan. You notice his expression has changed; his eyes darken, engulfed in pure lust. "You alright there, Lo?" you say as he's peering down on you; it almost makes you feel little.

Logan's mind is running a mile a minute; he can feel the strain in his jeans from his pulsating cock now hardening. Just the sight of you alone does something to him that he thought he'd never feel again at his age.

You made him feel needed, and that alone excited him. "You just know how to rile me up, don't you, princess?" He says with a low growl, his head now near your neck.

"Mmm L-lo," you let out a quiet moan as he starts sucking and nibbling on your neck, leaving noticeable dark purple bruises to let others know that you are taken care of already.

"Always so pretty for me," he mumbles as his kisses start trailing down to your collarbones, giving them a lick that makes your body shudder. "Hurry," you say, voice needy, now grinding your hips up towards his bulge to feel some sort of friction.

"Atta girl, keep goin' for me," Logan says in a gruff voice, continuing to pamper you with little pecks as you continue grinding on the rough fabric of his jeans to give you some sort of stimulation.

Logan thinks If he could, he would spend the rest of his life worshiping your body. To him, you are perfect in every way, and he wouldn't change a thing.

Continuing to pamper you in kisses once again, he trails down to your stomach, inching closer to his favorite pink panties. "Mmm, fuuck you smell sweet," Logan groans out as he inhales the scent of your arousal, which leaves a noticeable darkened damp spot on your panties.

"Already so nice and wet for me, princess," Logan says as his tongue lays flat against the wet spot, licking a stripe up to the little white bow on your panties. "I'll be taking these now." Logan's fingers hook onto your panties, pulling them off and pocketing them for later use.

"Jerk," you kick Logan's chest, giggling. Logan looked down at you like you were his prey, ready to devour you up in a split. The corners of Logan's lips quirk up as he lowers himself back down, facing your bare, sloppy, dripping cunt. She's so pretty for him, begging to be fucked. Logan grips your thighs tight, making sure to hold you in place to keep you from moving away from him.

Logan is in awe of your cunt, so beautiful and needy, always ready to take him because that's what she was taught to do—to take his cock.

Logan's pointy nose is now right against your clit as his tongue slips through your folds, licking and sucking, devouring your cunt like an animal. He is hopelessly addicted to your taste of your arousal, lapping up every inch of your cunt.

"L-lo," you pant, grabbing his scruffy grey hair and pushing his head down, grinding your pussy towards his face. Logan's nose is now rubbing right against your clit as you continue gripping into his hair. "S'good," you moan, now feeling a tight knot in your stomach.

Your hips start to falter now, trembling, and Logan knows you're about to cum. Logan raises his head up for a split second, "Cum for your old man, princess," lowering his head back down to your cunt. Sloppily lapping at your pussy like a needy pup, hungrily moaning into your cunt, which stimulates you even more.

You feel yourself tipping over the edge, legs shaking, eyes watering—the feeling of pure bliss taking over. "M'c-cumming," you cry out shakily as Logan continued to lap at your messy cunt, wanting to see if he could push you even further.

Lapping quicker and quicker, his nose still rubbing on your now swollen, puffy clit, he then takes one of his fingers and slips one inside your dripping cunt. "L-Lo!" you yelp; your thighs were now squishing Logan's face now that you were freed from his grasp.

"Come on, pretty girl, let it all out," Logan says as he resurfaces for some air, feeling a bit lightheaded from stuffing his face in your cunt, but he wouldn't have it any other way, going back down so that he can immerse himself in your arousal.

"Mmm, s'too much-h!" Your voice trembles out a choked moan as your thighs shake violently, losing grip on Logan's head. You feel something snap in you, feeling a gushing sensation releasing all over Logan's tongue. Your mouth agape, drool trickling down your chin, eyes shut tight, feeling dazed in your pleasure, you swear you could almost see stars.

"Mhm," Logan moans into your cunt as he hungrily laps up your spilled juices. His eyes roll back, tasting your arousal on his tongue; he's in pure bliss, cleaning you up with his tongue. After licking you clean, Logan takes his thick, calloused fingers out of your cunt and perches himself over you.

"S'a good girl," Logan says with a smirk, his salt-and-pepper beard drenched in your sweet arousal along with his nose and thick, calloused finger still slicked in your juices. Logan then pops his finger into his mouth, looking straight at you, sucking his finger clean. He lets out a faint moan, "Mm," "So sweet," he says with a devilish smile.

Above you, Logan admires your fucked-out expression, still coming down from your high, chest heaving and face covered in drool. Logan lowers his face to yours, softly caressing your cheek and leaving pecks on your face and licking at the drool that covered your chin.

Noticing you coming to Logan kisses you, your arousal still on his tongue; he wants you to taste yourself. The same sweet taste that Logan was addicted to, his sensitive senses making it easy for him to smell the scent of your arousal.

You always found it quite interesting how sensitive Logan's senses are, and you always took advantage of it. As Logan's tongue was prodding around your mouth, spit exchanging, his nose pressed right against your warm rosy cheeks, you lift a hand towards his ear, caressing it in your soft hands.

Logan lets out a guttural groan against your mouth, continuing to ravish the inside of your mouth, savoring every last bit of you.

He forces himself to pull away from you to let you catch your breath, but you had other plans in mind. Raising your head to his ear, you leave pecks down from the tip of his ear and playfully bite his earlobe. "Easy there, doll," Logan says in a low growl, sending shivers down your spine.

You then lick his ear, "Watcha gonna do about it, Lo?" You say playfully, in hopes of pushing him over the edge, and it definitely works. Logan's now rubbing his pre-cum-stained jeans against you to feel some sort of friction against his hard, pulsating cock.

Seeing Logan lost in pleasure was something you adored because it was the only time you've been able to see Logan relax and let himself be immersed in bliss without shame. You continue to leave kitten licks on the cusp of his ear, and his hips finally find a steady motion against yours.

"Mm, fuuck princess, you make your old man feel so good," Logan says in a low, gruff voice as his face is now in the nook of your neck. Low growls can be heard falling from his lips, letting himself go and immersing himself in you.

It doesn't take long before Logan feels himself about to release; he feels a buildup in his lower abdomen. A feeling he can only describe as warm and fuzzy, this feeling makes him feel almost lightheaded as his muscles start to contract, and he eventually releases in his jeans.

After Logan comes down from his high, he lifts up his head from your shoulder. His face heats up, feeling embarrassed, but you've always adored the look of pure pleasure on his face. You then raise your hand towards his face and cup his chin. "My handsome man, always so needy for me," you say in a teasing manner, looking into his eyes.

"How can I not be? Have you seen yourself, doll?" Logan chuckles to himself. He always finds himself getting lost in your presence; it's like momentarily he gets the chance to indulge and forget about all his problems.

Pulling his face towards yours, you give him a peck on the lips, and Logan deepens the kiss. "Hold on," you mumble, taking this as a chance to finally get rid of all the extra fabric that was between you two.

"Such a pretty girl," Logan says as he's admiring your naked body under his, your soft features and curves; it drove him wild. He could already feel his cock hardening again, pulsating against your stomach. You felt it as well, pre-cum already leaking from his reddening tip and spilling into your stomach.

Logan grabs your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders; he then aligns his girthy, angry red tip against your cunt. "Ready for your old man?" Logan says teasingly as you look up at him doe-eyed, waiting to be fucked senseless.

"S'good s-sir," you moan as Logan's girthy cock splits you open, your warm, tight cunt squeezing around him. Your walls were clenching onto his cock so tightly he'd thought that he'd cum quickly, but he was able to restrain himself in the moment as his hips found a rhythm.

"You feel so good around me, sweetheart," Logan says in a low, deep growl as your walls are clenching around him. The angle at which Logan was pounding into you allowed him to bury his cock to the hilt, making your lower stomach protrude out, showing the outline of his thick cock in your stomach.

Your belly bulge catches the attention of Logan, and he takes a hand, pressing down on your lower stomach as he increases his pace. "L-lo t'm-much," you shakily moan out. The pressure of his large hand and him pounding into your cervix have you cross-eyed and drooling.

"Atta girl, you can take it," Logan groans in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Logan's pace starts to falter; his hips start stuttering, and he can feel the same tightening in his abdomen. "Daddy's going to fill you up nice and good, princess," he says, staring into your doe eyes, lost in pleasure.

Drool running down your mouth, hair slicked onto your face with sweat, body trembling with pleasure, inaudible mumbling, and soft moans falling from your lips as Logan continues his sloppy pace.

"Come on, pretty girl, use your words," Logan says with a shaky voice. "I—inside," you cry out to Logan, bringing your hands to his chest, scratching down his finely chiseled chest adorned with salt and pepper hair that led to a happy trail, which you absolutely adored.

"Huh, princess, I didn't catch you," Logan says, removing his hand from your lower stomach and grabbing your chin, squishing your face to catch your attention, doe eyes staring up at him. "C-cum i-inside," you tell him with a fucked-out expression on your face.

With that, Logan snaps; you can feel his cock twitching inside of your velvet walls, pulsating, ready to release inside your perfect cunt. "Daddy's going to get you pregnant," Logan lets out a deep groan; his cock pulsating quicker as he feels his balls throbbing, tightening up from his release.

"C-cumming," Logan moans out. You feel his cock twitching as he cums deep inside your cunt, filling up your pretty pussy. Seeing your face engrossed in pleasure, he saw his purpose, and that was to satisfy his pretty girl.

"D-daddy's s'good," you tremble out, voice shaky, Logan's cum filling up your stomach as he pounds away, riding out his high. "C-cumming daddy" you moan out as you cream around Logan's thick cock, eyes shutting tight as your lower stomach convulses.

"My pretty girl," Logan says softly as he takes his hand up to your face and caresses the side of your cheek, leaving a small peck.

Your hips bucking up to Logan quicker as you ride out your high, his voice so sweet and gentle. He knew it drove you crazy, so he used it to his advantage, praising his good girl like she deserves for being so sweet to her old man.

Finally coming to, your eyes focus on Logan's glistening hazel eyes. "Are you alright there, princess?" Logan says playfully while rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "Mhm," you tiredly nod as Logan lowers himself, moving the both of you to face each other, cock still filling your cunt.

You notice Logan's chest heaving, bringing your hand to rest on top of his chest. "Is the old man all drained?" you say in a teasing tone as your hand moves with his chest from his deep inhales. "Keep it up," Logan says firmly with a stern look on his face, which makes you giggle.

"Let's get you all cleaned up, pretty girl." Logan stands up and scoops you up in his arms, taking you to the bathroom. He fills the tub up, dipping his hand in to check the temperature, making sure to get it just right for his sweet girl.

Logan picks you up and slowly lowers you into the warm water; he then steps in and sits right behind you, your body now plush against his chest. You lay your head on his chest, eyes heavy, listening to Logan's soothing heartbeat has you drifting off to sleep.

Logan notices your eyes shutting, so he decides to clean you up and himself up quickly to get you two to bed quickly. Once he was done cleaning you up and dressing you in one of his shirts, he picked you up and laid you in bed carefully. "Sleep well, princess." Logan kisses you on your forehead and settles in right next to you, pulling you into his arms.

Logan was always very careful with his princess, never wanting to hurt you because you are his precious treasure. The one consistent person in his life, and he treasured you for that; you are his blessing, his gift.

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[sugoi-and-spice]

perfect, just perfect...

Serial Killer!Dabi x Reader x Serial Killer!Shigaraki

Summary: In which Dabi and Tomura Shigaraki are women-targeting serial killers and do what serial killers do. That’s it. That’s the fic.

CW: Quirkless!AU, Serial Killers/Slashers!AU, Explicit Smut, Non-Con/Rape, Kidnapping, Physical Abuse, Rough Sex, Asphyxiation, Mysoginy, Dead Dove: Do Not FUCKING Eat

A/N: Hey,, remember when I was gonna do a Halloween AU series? Neither do I!! Anyway, here's my first entry in my own event - out of order!! Enjoyyyy. (or not, this one's pretty gnarly ngl lol)

Cross-Posted on AO3

“P-Please… Stop, please…”

A smack. A loud one. Sounded like it was right across the face, and Dabi wouldn’t doubt if it was. Shigaraki really liked to mess up the face.

“Oh come on, you can beg better than that.”

“N-No, I— I…”

“No no — I know you can. You just were begging— begging fucking amazing too. Come on. Do it, you worthless slut.”

Dabi rolled his eyes, taking a drag from his cigarette as he stood watch outside the reconstructed Toyota Hiace they made their base of operations. One they’d gutted the seats out of to make room for a full-size mattress and some metal grating dividing the front seats from the back. 

A killing machine.

They parked it outside the city, in an endless valley of nature only ever occupied by a few off the grid campers. Ones that wouldn’t be suspicious of a lone van and two men in the middle of nowhere. They were also ones who typically had very few connections back home.

Who nobody would miss if they saw too much.

“Oi— I’m talking to you, slut! Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Jesus, this must’ve been the thirtieth time that Shigaraki called her a slut this session. How uncreative could one demented incel be? He’d kind of expected more from the bastard…

Truth be told, he didn’t particularly like his partner in crime. They weren’t friends, they were barely even acquaintances. But they were kindred spirits. Two particularly violent young men who’d met on a particularly violent darknet forum about women.

And the inhumane positions they’d love to put them in.

Of course, just because they both lived for the end result, didn’t mean that they agreed on the journey there. 

Shigaraki was a raging misogynist and by-the-book incel. He despised women, wanted to take revenge on them for everything he felt they did wrong to him. He wanted to make them bleed because he wanted to make them hurt. Because he was full of anger and disgust and hate. 

Dabi was the opposite. He loved women. The unique beauty of every single one, the range of emotions they showed in their darkest, most desperate moments. Emotions he himself was never allowed to show. Ugh, the euphoria of it all. He loved women so much he wanted to see every part of them.

Including their insides.

“Come on you ugly fuck!” Shigaraki snapped from inside the van, “Scream! It’s all you’re fucking good for!”

…Truth be told, Dabi wasn’t sure why exactly he’d partnered up with Shigaraki of all people. He’d been looking for a co-pilot for this sick and twisted little endeavor of his for a while, and there had been many others in the forums who probably would’ve been better fits personality-wise, who seemed more agreeable. Guys who weren’t so picky about the girls they picked, who didn’t grumble and gripe when it came time to finally cleaning up their mess, who didn’t use the “standing watch” excuse when it came to carrying the bodies to the disposal spots. 

Who didn’t put their disgusting fucking feet on his dashboard…

That being said, while they both lived almost exclusively on the other’s last nerve, they also had a strange, almost psychic symbiosis. They balanced each other out. Dabi was emotional and passionate, often getting over-excited by the next prospective victim, moved so intensely by his passion upon seeing a new girl walking down the street or sitting at the bar that he wanted to grab them right there and then. Shigaraki on the other hand was meticulous and paranoid, holding him back until he was absolutely sure that they wouldn’t get caught. 

He kept them careful at the beginning of the kill. 

Whereas Dabi, who truly believed that he held a lot of deep respect for the women they abducted, wanted to be careful with their bodies after the fact. Shigaraki grew bored easily and completely. He often wanted to just dump the bodies down a valley or in a back alley and move onto the next one. A broken toy wasn’t worth another second in his mind. But Dabi wanted better for the girls. He wanted them to have a proper burial. Deep, deep in the ground where nobody else could ever find them. 

He kept them careful at the end of the kill.

Dabi exhaled a long stream of smoke as he considered where their latest little sylph would be buried. They had passed a grove of what looked like magnificent spider lilies on the way out of town.

Maybe he was thinking too much into all this, he kind of had to whenever it was Shigaraki’s turn. The brutish way in which he handled and defiled these girls, it always made Dabi contemplate just what redeeming factor he had ever seen in the guy. 

And then he’d hear them, the screams Shigaraki managed to rip out of their victims. Screams that only came from a level of brutality Dabi would never be able to inflict himself. They were so unique, so beautiful, so perfect . And they were sounds that he’d never be able to hear if it weren’t for Shigaraki.

Truthfully, that alone was worth the endless collection of crushed Monster cans that littered the floor of his van.

It had gotten pretty quiet in there now. The screams, the pleading, even the choked little sobs of self-pity, all muted to nothing. There was only the creaking of tired mattress springs, Shigaraki’s heavy breathing and grunting, and the occasional sound of a slap followed by irritated mumbling. Yeah, she was losing all will to fight. Which meant it was just about time for—

“Oi,” Shigaraki snapped as if on cue, throwing the van door open, “She’s no fun anymore. You take her.”

Dabi took a long last drag of his cigarette, watching as Shigaraki climbed out and readjusted himself in his pants. His partner-in-crime gave him a weirded, disgusted look at the way he took his time.

“What’re you fucking staring at me for? You want me to off her or something?”

 Dabi waved him off, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stepping it out, “Nah, nah. I’m on it.”

“Hop to it then,” Shigaraki barked, crossing his arms and leaning against the passenger door of the van, “We’ve been here long enough already.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Dabi retorted as he stepped into the van.

Shigaraki whipped around, “Get bent!”

“I’m trying to,” Dabi threw right back, slamming the van door closed behind him.

He quickly pulled back his cool once he was inside. It really was amazing how quickly and effectively Shigaraki pissed him off. But he knew he needed to simmer it. He didn’t want to let his own anger and hate slip out too much in front of his newest precious angel. He’d hate to scare her off.

Dabi turned back to her with a small, but reassuring smile, “Hello.” 

Of course, she didn’t respond, didn’t even bother to look at him. 

She laid in more or less the same position he’d left her to Shigaraki in. Arms and legs pulled wide, cuffed to the rods mounted on each side of the van. Her once smooth and spotless skin was now swollen and purple, black and yellow in some places even, where Shigaraki had managed to break a rib and an ankle. Dry blood caked her nose and the corner of her mouth while fresh blood seeped onto the mattress out of recent scratches and cuts Shigaraki had inflicted in a last ditch effort to make her wail again.

None of that bothered him though, quite the opposite actually. He loved a roughed up woman, one at her most natural and vulnerable. It was the beauty that got him into this in the first place. No, what Dabi turned his nose up at was Shigaraki’s loads spilling out of her abused pussy, all onto her raw, reddened thighs and the crumpled tear-stained sheets. 

Ugh, see this is why he’d said no when Shigaraki asked if they should get an apartment together. The motherfucker never cleaned up after himself.

“P-Please…”

Dabi turned his attention back to her face, to her eyes, dull and lifeless, staring right through the back wall of the van.

“Just kill me already…”

Oh, this sweet thing, he thought, tilting his head at her sympathetically.

He climbed onto the mattress next to her then, resting a hand gently on her hip, careful not to put any pressure on the bruises littered there. She didn’t even flinch when he did it. She was that far gone.

“Kill you?” he asked, curiosity far from feigned.

“Aren’t you those serial killers that have been on the news lately? The ones that—” she couldn’t even finish. The fate that she knew of being too much to leave her throat.

“Huh. Are we now?” he said, mostly to himself as he had a real epiphany from those words. So they were serial killers, were they? 

Yeah, he could work with that…

She buried her head into the mattress, trying to muffle the dry sobs from ducts that had long gone barren.

“Please, if you’re gonna do it then just do it already! I can’t go on anymore! I can’t take it…”

He ran the back of his hand slowly, whisperingly down her cheek, “Talk to me beautiful. Tell me how I can make this better.”

This finally got something out of her. A snort of sick, stupid amusement, weak and wheezy.

“God, what fucking game are you two playing? Some sick good killer, bad killer shtick?”

Dabi smiled. She sure was spunky. Even now. What a lovely quality.

“No,” he breathed, dusting feather light kisses down her neck, her chest, that sweet, soft tummy… “No games.”

He buried his nose into the crux her thigh, reveling in the heat and tremble of her raw, abused thighs.

“W-What are you doing?!” she gasped, a whole new flavor of fear coating her voice.

“Just relax,” he purred, kissing a path all the way to her center, “I’m not gonna hurt you…”

She cried out as he licked up the length of her cunt, flicking the stud in his tongue against her clit playfully when he got there. She tried to move her hips away from him, still completely baffled and terrified by not knowing what he was going to do to her, but thanks to her restraints, the struggle only ended up pushing her hips closer to Dabi’s lips in a grind motion. A wanting motion. 

It spurred him on to pleasure her further as the delusion of her reciprocation had him falling utterly in love.

Shigarai’s spunk was still slipping out of her, heavy and salty on his tongue as he buried it deeper inside her, but that didn’t matter. Her own sweetness overpowered it, those resistant sobs overpowering all of his senses, sending him into a delirium of pleasure.

Fuck, how much he wanted to throw her legs up over his shoulders, coil his arms tight around her and devour her, but he resisted. He knew how raw and wounded she was, and all he wanted from her now was a fraction of the bliss that she was giving him.

“P-Please! I don’t— nngh! ”

Her sounds were brand new now — constant choked sobs of despair and self-hatred over the way her body reacted against her will. She was so raw and oversensitive from Shigaraki’s brutal treatment, Dabi’s own gentle, devoted ministrations had her ankles straining up painfully against her restraints as she came in mere minutes.

Dabi pulled away, a crooked, love-drunk smile on his face as he watched her trembling chest rise and fall, listened to the sweet serenade of her wheezing breaths.

He hummed happily as he pulled himself back up to her level. He cupped his hand gently along her cheek.

“You have a beautiful voice.”

She snapped back to him, anger tearing violently through her “afterglow”.

“ Fuck you .” she quite literally spat, a newfound fire within her that set his own body ablaze.

Dabi brought a thumb to his cheek, stroking the spit she’d hurled at him to the corner of his own mouth. His tongue reached to meet it, and he shuddered as both of her tastes mingled on his palate.

Fuck, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He quickly back onto his haunches, trying to not let his desperation to be inside her rush or roughen his movements. He still wanted her to enjoy this, but it was taking every bit of self-control he could muster not to blow his load over the sound of her voice alone.

“W-Wait!” she yelped out, as she felt him line himself up at her entrance, “You said you wouldn’t hurt me!”

“I won’t sweetheart,” he breathed, easing his cockhead in slowly, “I promise this won’t hurt.”

“But it does! You doing this now— you’re hurting me!”

He groaned as her heat completely engulfed him. Between the mix of her own arousal and Shigaraki’s, and the desperate pulsing of her insides, post-orgasm, he barely even had to push his hips. 

“There’s no need to lie now, your body’s completely giving you away,” he grinned, dropping his forehead to rest against hers, “Your pussy is sucking me right in.”

She choked out a sob as he rocked out of her just barely, then buried himself again, somehow deeper than before.

“ Fuck —” he groaned, “I couldn’t pull out if I tried. Your body just wants me that bad. Doesn’t it baby?”

She tried to stifle a moan as his soft yet sturdy thrusts hit that perfect angle inside of her. She managed to keep the pleasure of the sound locked in the base of her throat, allowing out only a stilted and very unladylike grunt in its place.

The horrid little sound didn’t put Dabi off in the slightest though. If anything, it endeared him. He smiled, almost giddily, as he watched that strain and struggle coarse through her. She really was perfect no matter what she did, wasn’t she?

They all were, after all.

“How does it feel, sweetheart?” he urged her again between thrusts, “Do you like it like this? Does it feel good?”

“N-No, it doesn’t…” she whimpered out hoarsely, that momentary fire from before quickly extinguishing as she felt her dignity once again slipping away “Just stop…”

Dabi’s brows pinched disappointedly, hips slowing to a near-stop. 

“You don’t like it like this? Soft and sweet?”

She looked back up at him, confusion creasing her own cute little face.

His hand on her hip started to tighten, nails digging deliberately into the meat of her hip, “Maybe then you liked Shigaraki’s way better…”

Her eyes widened.

“Well I can certainly do that too,” he breathed, hip suddenly snapping painfully into her.

“N-No!” she yelped, “No, please I—!” she squeezed her eyes closed tight, trying to hold back her tears, as a particularly rough thrust jostled her broken rib painfully, “I want it soft! It felt so good what you were doing before! Please! ”

“Are you sure?” Dabi tilted his head, pounding hips having yet to slow, “Don’t just say that because you think it’s what I want. This is supposed to be good for the both of us.”

“I-I’m not! Really, I mean it! I want it soft, please!” she cried out, “Please! Fuck me soft, g-gentle! Just—!”

His hips finally eased to a soft roll.

“...yeah?”

She opened her eyes then, and instantly her blood ran cold. His voice was soft and romantic, he’d gotten that part of his act down to a science, but clearly he hadn’t quite figured out how to keep that sadistic fervor from his face. 

His eyes were wide, pupils blown. He was clearly trying to keep his smile even and comforting, but he couldn’t fight the way those corners twitched higher and higher, teeth grinding and showing through harder and clearer. 

Just a horrible face. 

This man was clearly no more a voice of reason than his more blatantly violent partner outside. He too was clearly deranged, a powder keg. Completely unpredictable.

And that made him a thousand times scarier.

Dabi leaned in closer to her, fighting to keep the manic tremble from his voice, “You want me to make love to you?” 

She gulped hard, desperate to keep the absolute terror from her voice, “Y-Yes. Please… M-Make love to me…”

He stared down at her for a long moment, utterly reveling in those words long enough for her to start panicking that maybe she’d said the wrong thing. 

But thankfully — god, she couldn’t believe she was thinking that — they were exactly the words he wanted to hear. He dropped his head down into her chest, groaning unabashedly as he began to hump into her again, slower for sure, but also deeper. With his entire body and being.

“Fuck, yeah… Yeah baby. Anything you want. I’ll do anything you fucking want…”

She choked out a joyless laugh at that. Anything she wanted, huh? What a fucking joke.

“You’re so good, fuck— perfect . And you too— it’s good for you? Come on tell me baby. I wanna hear how good I make you feel—”

“Uh-huh, it’s good…” she said flatly as she slipped into dissociation.

She stared up at the same tear in the headliner she’d tried to focus on by the end of Shigaraki’s torture, thinking about how oddly shaped it was. Those kinds of tears were usually outright holes, maybe with a flap of fabric hanging off of it. Or maybe it’d be just a little tear, a small line practically unnoticeable in the dim light of this van. But this one was different. Long and unnatural, it almost looked like a big Frankenstein surgical stitch. Or like the dermal piercings running up her captor’s cheeks—

Fuck. Her eyes fell back on her captors flushed, blissed out face. The electric blue of his eyes, the babbling growls spilling from his lips. She was having a much harder time tuning the pleasure out with this man than she’d had tuning out the pain with the previous one, and she didn’t know why.

Maybe it was because he was kind of her type. That’s exactly what she’d thought when he leaned out of the car window to ask her for directions after all. Watching him move over her like this, leaning down to catch her lips passionately with his own more frequently as time went on she couldn’t help but picture an alternate universe. 

One where he really had been asking for directions to the beach. Where he’d been alone in his car rather than having a freak friend in the back, lying in wait. And where she’d been standing on the well-trafficked main street just a couple blocks down instead of in front of the empty alleyway she’d been smoking a blunt in when he’d stopped. 

A universe where they’d flirted and hit it off and exchanged phone numbers and eventually he’d taken her on a date rather than just taken her. Where these sweet nothings and pleasurable rolls of his hips were accompanied with champagne and room service rather than rope and broken bones.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pictured it all, what a wonderful life this could’ve been.

“Shhh, shh, shhh,” he cooed, “It’s okay. You’re so perfect, it’s okay…”

But that only caused her to sob harder, face reddening voice straining as she wailed uncontrollably. She didn’t even notice Dabi’s hand slipping up along her body and up to the base of her neck.

His thumb settled snug into that soft, sensitive dip of her throat.

God, she was crying so hard now, she couldn’t breathe.

And then he started to squeeze.

Wait, no, really. She couldn’t fucking breathe —!

She gasped out suddenly, arms instinctually shooting forward to try and force his hand off, but she was once again denied by her restraints. She quickly shifted gears, thrashing her body up and down wildly. And for a moment, she did loosen his grip.

But then he brought his second hand to her throat, pushing her deeper into the mattress.

“Perfect,” he growled through the steady snapping of his hips, “So fucking perfect…”

Her throat bobbed and begged as he constricted his hands tighter, getting lost in the song of her voice getting steadily higher, weaker, until she couldn’t form a word at all, could only gurgle and croak desperately. 

“Oh yeah, just like that. Be good for me baby,” he groaned, “Be good…”

He couldn’t say that this was the best part of these excursions, he savored every moment of it after all. 

…But there was something particularly special about these last few moments. 

It was so rare that anybody actually got to witness them, let alone experience them with their own hands — this perfect feeling of her body both tightening and going pliant around him, stiff and spasming, not to mention the view of it all that sent him barrelling frantically towards his release.

Fuck, she was so pretty! The way her drool spilled out her mouth, all gurgled and frothy. That lovely shade of blue she was starting to turn. The rabid fear that filled those eyes before they started to roll back — fuck even the pink undersides of her eyes were cute. He wondered what the backs of them, the optic nerves, looked like. He was sure they’d be adorable. 

He couldn’t wait to see.

[mangocurist]

ngl i almost forgot about this wip because of yesterdays excitement LMAOO anywayyyyy MORE ZINCEWAM CONTENT (followup to the prev drabble i wrote, but like. longer this time)

before we start though. @daylilie @jumped-for-the-yaoi @nevervoterfrauded You two. Be Normal. no more than 30 max reblogs for u two each or i will NEVER post again. got it ? Okay now have fun reading !!!! (sowwy for the ooc aspect thats just inevitable LOL . on the bright side i did get through wemmbus first vid w zam on uu soooo hopefully ill get more in character after that!!)

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“So the server mechanic is that when you kill someone, you gain an extra life?” Wemmbu asks as he trails behind the green-clad version of a person he swore to never think about again, doing his best to focus on the surroundings instead of the Prince stood in front of him. 

They’re walking back to the place they’d spawned, and Wemmbu is… nervous. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Pretty simple, I think. Way easier to keep track of than something on like, I dunno, Bliss or something,” Zam— not the one he knows, but a different one, who he’s not (yet?) sure he can trust— says, picking at the thrice-bitten nails on her one remaining hand (his Zam had also had a problem with nail-biting, but he had stopped letting Wemmbu see his bare hands about a week before the betrayal, so Wemmbu supposed he would never know if that was still true) nervously as they stand by the border of the spawn chunk, waiting for the person who’d dropped them off here— which, according to Zam, was another SpokeIsHere— to show up once again to take them back to her home server. 

(Ironic, wasn’t it. He met his Zam searching for Spoke to kill and ban him, and he meets this one because Spoke, a friend that Zam trusts found them— found him, somehow, and brought them here.)

He’s still not sure if going to Zam’s home server is a good idea, but… for all his possible misgivings about his own Zam, there’s no reason not to give this one the benefit of the doubt. If worse comes to worse… Wemmbu still has ways to get out. “Oh, though, it’s not… it’s not really like, a life, though. It’s a heart. You know. Like with gapples, but, uh, they’re permanent— or as permanent as long as you can keep yourself alive. And it’s not hardcore, so at least you’ve got that going for you! You know, not having to worry about permanent death if you get farmed a few times. I’d… know about that last bit.”

“Yeah, okay. I think I get it.” Wemmbu’s voice is still a little raspy and his nose irritated from the conversation they’d had only thirty minutes ago, and it’s a little embarrassing to be face to face with Zam when he’s like this, so he turns away, trying to make sense of the things she had told him. “Uh. You– Zam. Can you, uh, give me a second? I think I need a second. You know, to. Uh. Think, and stuff.”

“Sure! Sure. I… I’ll go, uh. Over there. By the, um, the crater-pond thing, can you see—? You can see it from here, I think.” Zam waves his hands over at a small pond off in the distance, just barely visible in the chunk border. “I’ll just— yeah. Um. Go ahead, I won’t be listening. Take your time, man. Um. And let me know if you… you know, change your mind on going to Lifesteal. I won’t be mad, I promise, I just… don’t really think it’d be good to leave you here.”

Wemmbu wants to tell Zam just how right she is, that it’s probably one of the worst ideas to leave him alone back on Unstable, after everything that’s happened— but he doesn’t. Instead, he just watches as Zam starts to jog off over to the pond, the scrappy green cloak around his shoulders billowing in the wind as he runs. 

It’s so… unfamiliar to him. 

He’s not sure what to make of it, what to make of Zam and the fact that there’s a pin on his cloak of Wemmbu’s face even despite her own misgivings about him (because this Zam’s Wemmbu wronged her badly, too, and he doesn’t know what to think about that either. He isn’t sure what to make of Zam at all, and the worst part is, even though the likelihood of Zam lying is as high as he’s ever known it to be, Wemmbu believes him almost fullheartedly). He’s not sure what he should think about the ribbons and hairclips and trinkets that represent the people this Zam loves (or loved?) and how she wears her hearts on her sleeve, literally, with a heart count of fifteen hearts earned from people who cared about Zam enough to give him a part of their own vitality.

How was it that someone who lived on such a seemingly cruel server had turned out better than the Zam Wemmbu knew? Why didn’t he get to meet this version of Zam earlier? Why did it have to be another version of him, with cruelty running through his veins and bloodshed in his heart, that met Zam for the first time on Lifesteal?

Goddammit.

Wemmbu doesn’t know what he wants. 

He buries his head in his arms as he sits down by a rock next to what looks like a man-made explosion. Oh— wait, that’s right, hadn’t Zam said something about this too? Something like how this was one of the servers used to test for her Wemmbu’s orbital cannon nuking. Which… yeah, okay. That was totally something he would’ve done, before the Prince Zam Empire and everything that happened afterward.

The Prince Zam Empire… no. Nah. Let’s not— yeah. Don’t think about that, man. Just don’t even go there. 

Wemmbu slouches forward slightly, lifting his head just so to see if he can catch sight of Zam instead of getting himself stuck in his head again. 

She’s made a fishing rod, somehow, and is currently looking like he’s going to town on the tiny pond. The green cloak— so very unlike the Zam he knows, with a deep crimson red cloak trimmed with fur and decorated in jewels upon jewels— pools around her shoulders as he yanks back fish bit by bit, the metal arm where his left hand should be glinting in the sunlight as the eternal sun beams down on them. 

He sighs, and stands up, stretching each of the spider legs he usually hides underneath his shirt as he does so. Depending on how long Spoke’s going to take to pick them up, Wemmbu may as well spend some time getting to know this Zam better. There’s no use speculating about what is and isn’t there, if he doesn’t know anything about her besides her trauma.

“Hey, Zam,” Wemmbu calls as he nears the little pond, giving Zam a nervous wave as she smiles back awkwardly at him. “Uh. Can I…”

“Yeah! Yeah, uh, feel free to join, if you want. I— I’ve fished a few rods out already, so let me just, uh—” Zam places down an E-Chest (which Wemmbu now belatedly realizes is probably where he’d gotten the rod from in the first place) and pulls out an anvil, a shulker with a few books inside and three fishing rods, before combining them all and handing Wemmbu a new enchanted fishing rod. “Here. Use this.”

“Thanks,” Wemmbu says, the word feeling unfamiliar on his tongue, not only because he doesn’t usually thank others genuinely, but also because he can’t remember the last time he thanked Zam. “Uh. So… do you… ugh. Do you like fishing, usually?”

Zam laughs at that, a mannerism so similar to the Zam Wemmbu knows (no, knew) that it makes his heart clench. He— fuck. He has to stop associating them with each other. It’s seriously not good for his heart. “Oh, not really, but it’s funny cause recently, a lot of the more serious convos I’ve had have been while fishing. I guess it’s just cause there’s just like, nothing else to do here. I mean… unless you could figure out how to get the orbital cannon working.”

“Huh? Orbital cannon? What do you— what do you mean, man?” Wemmbu glances over (perhaps a little quicker than he really should) at Zam, who shrugs. He hopes he doesn’t sound too desperate to her to start on a new topic. No offense to fishers, or anything, but. They’re kinda boring, just a bit.

“I don’t really know much about it, cause I was usually, uh, you know, doing my best to like, not exploit— actually, you don’t know because I didn’t go into detail on the Season Four stuff— but. But! This used to be the testing server for hacks and stuff. When, uh, Wemmbu… Lifesteal… was president season five, he used this to test out his cannon thing. And Squiddo— I did tell you about her, right? She kind of also found admin powers and used this server to test her stuff out too. That’s where the elevator down to the void came from,” Zam points over at a deeper crater hole some blocks away from them. “And, uh— yeah. So, I guess, if you could figure out how to build your own little cannon here then there’s that to keep us busy until Spoke comes to pick us up.”

Wemmbu glances down at the fishing rod in his hands, almost missing the tug of a fish on his string. In the shaky reflection of the water, the red of the salmon’s scales in his hand looks almost like the blur of blood. “I… well. I guess I don’t… really know.”

Liar.

“Well… well, I mean, that’s okay too!” Zam clasps her hands together, fishing rod left forgotten at their side as he takes the salmon away from Wemmbu’s hand, depositing it in a bucket that he hadn’t noticed before. It swims around the bucket excitedly. He wishes he could be like that salmon. “Um. You know! Like, whatever you wanna do is fine by me.” 

“I want…” Wemmbu sighs. Whatever, sure, he’ll put all his cards on the table. Who even cares anymore? Not him. “Fuck, dude, I— whatever. I wanna like, get to know you, but it’s like– I just don’t know where to start.” 

Zam looks at him, short golden curls falling into her eyes as he does so. “That’s okay. That’s, like, totally okay! It’s great, even, cause I want to get to know you too, Wemmbu. And I don’t think we, you know, have to really know where to start with this stuff. We can just– you know. Go. Like— like, you know, right now! What’s your favourite colour and stuff, you know?”

Despite himself, that manages to wrench a laugh from Wemmbu. “What’s— what’s my favourite colour? Dude, is that— is that the best you can manage?” 

Zam beams. It makes Wemmbu’s chest hurt a little. “It made you laugh, didn’t it? That means it’s pretty great, in my eyes.”

“You know— you know what?” Wemmbu says, and then, because he can’t help himself but try to ruin every nice thing that comes his way, adds on, “I can see why, uh, why people liked to torment you, back on your home server. Like— like, dude, you’re… seriously… way too open. Too… you’re too…”

“Loud? Unusual? Trusting?” Zam shrugs. “Well, I know that already, dude. But I don’t care.��� 

She doesn’t look affected in the slightest by his words, and— god fucking dammit, Wemmbu, god dammit, stop thinking. Just stop thinking. He reminds Wemmbu so much of his Zam and yet at the same time, when she says things like this… it makes him want to mace something. Maybe himself. 

“I just… you know. I think I want you to be happy. You— you know? And I think… I think we can try working on that, you know, if you come back to Lifesteal with me. It’s… well, actually, it kinda sucks, and all that, but, like. It’s my home. And everyone on there isn’t trying to kill each other for real unless we are, but like, we’re not right now, and I’m doing a really bad job of selling this shit so I’m just gonna stop now,” Zam says, practically all in one breath. “I just think. I think I want to see you be happy. You know? And I want to be your friend, and it’s not because I couldn’t make peace with the other you or anything, and— are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Wemmbu says, and yet, even as he says it, he can feel the wet trail of tears making their way down his face. He sniffs— his nose is still fucking irritated from half an hour (or more?) ago and it makes him feel honestly disgusting, and he tries to wipe away the tears staining his face and collar. “I— I just—”

“Do you want, like, um— a handkerchief or something?” Zam looks so concerned, and it makes Wemmbu almost choke on an irrational peal of laughter, because she’s never been concerned for him, but this is a different Zam who’s kind and bright and so much like the Zam that Wemmbu misses, and he can’t fucking deal with it. “I can— fuck, dude, I dunno what you, uh— fuck! Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m just not good with this kind of stuff—”

“You’re— you’re fine,” Wemmbu coughs, and he brings up a hand to his face. “I’m. Fine. We can— um. If you want me to go— to— uh, your—”

“Lifesteal,” Zam says. “You want to come back with me to Lifesteal?”

“I— can give it a try,” Wemmbu manages to choke out, and even through his tear-blurred eyes, he can clearly see Zam’s radiant grin.

[otherone12]

Hi, I'm obsessed with the way you write your stories and I'd like to ask for a request, it's the first time I've done one but I love your stories. I'd like to ask you for one about basement gee x reader (the plot doesn't matter) but I'd like something smut (of course one where both are of legal age) but I'd like to see gerard as someone who is geeky and is in love (somewhat sickly) with the reader

I'm sorry if it's weird, and also English is not my first language so I'm sorry if the wording of the message is bad.

I’m Awkward, Not Dangerous!

Basement!Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

Hi!!! Omg, I'm glad you like my fics <3 !!! And also thanks for requesting!! I really loved the idea!! Well, I tried to make his nerdy side very visible, mainly by making him very weird in terms of social relationships and some geek references along in the story. Ngl, I had to write this one like three times, 'cause was never good enought, but I think it's nice now lol. I hope you like it! (If it turned out too different from what you imagined, let me know and I'll try to fix it :) )

(If u have some suggestion, idea, or request, just drop it! )

Summary: It suppoused to be another day, but things turned a different when Gerard invite you to watch a movie in his basement, let's just say he REALLY likes you, and you discovered this in the creepy way possible. (I'm terrible at writing summaries)

- Word Count: 3.000

- Warnings: afab SMUT, awkward gerard.

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

School sucks, our senior year was supposed to be a little funnier, right? Unfortunately, that's not what's happening, but it's infinitely better when they're with me.

Sometimes we spent entire periods outside the classroom, just chatting about anything and listening to our favorite bands, while we smoke behind the bleachers.

This was another one of those afternoons, where one less math lesson didn't make any difference, and it seemed much more interesting to hear Frank make jokes about someone's clothes. Followed by Mikey update us on the latest gigs in town, or Ray making insightful comments on every topic that comes up.

Sometimes, Gerard talks about the backstories of the heroes he created, so we spend hours thinking of outfits and some scenes that might be cool. Is really cute when he gets all excited talking about things he likes.

After a while, the conversation starts to wind down. Frank is scrolling through his phone, muttering something about needing to practice with his band. Mikey checks the time and mentions that his work shift was going to start. Ray says he has to study for some test he has tomorrow, and heads out first, leaving the rest of us behind with a lazy wave.

- Guess that’s it for me, folks. - Frank said, getting up - if I miss one more essay they'll look for another guitarist.

- I think I'll go too - Mikey stubbed out his cigarette and picked up his backpack, making his way to the video store - but I'll probably be home by 9pm… maybe later if Pete and I go drink something after the shift.

Within minutes, it’s just Gerard and I.

He’s sitting a little awkwardly, tucking strands of hair behind the ear, like he’s waiting for the right moment to say something. It’s sweet how shy he gets sometimes, especially when the others aren’t around to drown out the silence. There’s always something a little different about him when it’s just the two of us.

- So, uh…- He cleared his throat. - Do you... wanna come over? I was gonna watch that new horror movie I told you about. The really bad one with the cheesy practical effects…

His voice was low, and he blinked with his beautiful hazel eyes, pleading. After a few seconds, he gave a shy, hopeful smile.

- I mean, only if you’re not busy or anything…

- Nope, I’m totally free. - I smiled at him, excited to watch the movie with him.

The walk to Gerard’s house is filled with easy conversation. He talks about the movie, rambling about the director’s other films, his company was really nice, actually. Every now and then, my shoulder brushes his, and I swear I catch him glancing at me from the corner of his eye. Wasn’t something bothering, but it’s kinda… weird?

When we finally reach Gerard’s place, he fumbled with his keys at the front door, a little too eager.

- My parents aren’t home… - He said, being a bit surprised - Well, I'm gonna fix the things in my room in the basement… Can you wait a minute?

he scratched the back of his neck, apparently nervous, so I let out a smile in an attempt to comfort him. I understand that since we hadn't arranged it beforehand, he didn't have time to prepare or anything.

- Sure!

- I’ll be right back - Gerard rushed to his basement, and I stayed in the living room of Way’s house.

Looking around, I saw family pictures, some paints on the wall, books, a pretty carpet… It was a pretty house. Wasn’t long before Gerard returned from the basement, nodding and beckoning me to follow.

Wasn’t the first time I went to his basement, but I was never alone with him.

It’s cluttered but cozy, just like the other times: comics spread out on his bed, action figures on shelves, and posters of old movies plastered along the walls. His bed was covered with a batman sheet, and he gestures toward it with an awkward smile.

- Make yourself comfortable. - Again, he rushed away, going to the kitchen - I’ll grab drinks.

I sat down, noticing the little details scattered everywhere. He even has a stack of DVDs, just waiting to be watched. It’s easy to see how much of himself Gerard has poured into this space, and somehow, that makes it feel intimate.

He came back with two cans of soda, handing me one as he flops onto the bed beside me. His knee bumped into mine, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he pressed play on the remote, the movie starting with a dramatic, over-the-top horror intro.

As the lights dim and the movie flickers to life, I notice Gerard sneaking a glance my way. It’s quick, like he’s checking to see if I’m still there or if I’ve evaporated into thin air. He shifted in his seat, awkwardly pulling his hoodie sleeves over his hands.

I tried to focus on the screen, I really do, but out of nowhere, his hand brushes against mine. It was kind of an accidental touch, my heart raced, but I didn’t move it.

After some seconds of just the sound of the movie filling the room, Gerard cleaned his throat and took a deep breath, like he was trying to take courage to say something.

- Y’know… - I turned my attention to him - I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.

I Glance at him, and he’s looking at the TV like he’s afraid it might explode if he makes eye contact with me.

- Do what? - I asked, trying not to sound as jittery as I feel.

- Uh... spend time with just you. - He scratched the back of his neck, and his gaze moved from the tv to me.

I didn’t know what to say, so I defaulted to my nervous habit, fiddling with my bracelet, twisting it around my wrist like it holds the answer to every awkward situation. Gerard noticed, of course, because apparently, he has a PhD in Me Studies.

- You don’t have to be nervous, sugar.

“Sugar”? He never called me that way before. But he kept talking, like it wasn’t a big deal. I did not protest, I actually kinda liked it.

- You always mess with that bracelet when you’re nervous. - He said like it was something obvious - It’s... kinda cute.

I shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, only to realize: Gerard isn’t watching the movie. He’s watching me. And he’s terrible at being subtle about it.

Before I can process what’s happening, he slips his hand into mine, like a middle-schooler figuring out how to hold hands for the first time. His palm is warm, a little sweaty, okay, a lot of sweat, but weirdly... I didn’t mind.

It wasn't as if I didn't like him, maybe I really liked him too, I'd just never thought about it before. Back to the movie, my mind was filled with a million other things to think about, so I couldn't even focus on looking at the screen. My gaze traveled around the room, but something caught my eye: a small, familiar notebook lying half-tucked beneath a pile of DVDs on the coffee table really close to his bed.

The same notebook Gerard always carries with him at school, the one he’s always scribbling in during lunch or between classes. I couldn’t help myself to take advantage of Gerard's distraction, and I flipped it open. 

My eyes went wide and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what was inside that notebook. Pages and pages of photos of me. Some printed, others cut out from old Polaroids. All of them are candid shots, taken without my knowledge. There’s one of me smoking behind the bleachers, another of me laughing with Mikey, and several from school, walking to class, sitting at my desk, leaning against my locker.

Each one is accompanied by small, scribbled notes in Gerard’s messy handwriting. Things like “She looks so pretty here.” or “I wish this was just the two of us.” … Along with sketches of portraits, pieces of comics that meant something in our “relationship”. There were sketches of us together, drawn in different comic styles, one of us as Jedi, another as superheroes, and even one as cartoon vampires, all accompanied by little speech bubbles with inside jokes.

Every page flipped, I got even more shocked about the large amount of content he has there. Things from years ago, and the last things were from the last days.

- Hey... What are you looking at? - His voice is soft, but there’s an edge to it now, a note of panic creeping in.

I glance up to see Gerard frozen in place, his hazel eyes wide with fear as he notices the notebook in your hands.

- W-where did you…? - He mumbled, turning bright red, embarrassed - Uh... I can explain! Wait, no, I mean- don't freak out... It’s... okay, it looks bad, but it’s not that bad.

He let go from my hand and got up, rubbing his hands together nervously. he began to pant, and his countenance indicated that he was desperately looking for an excuse.

- Well, it is exactly what it looks like! - I yell, turning back to the notebook, still shocked, analyzing every page.

He turned around, rubbing one of his hands over his face in a messy motion. Before long, he began to walk around the room in circles, while his shaky voice continued to speak.

- Oh God, I’m gonna die. Yep. This is how I die. - he murmured to himself, before facing me again - Just bury me under these comics.

Before i could say anything, he blurts:

- Okay, look… it’s not like I’m a total creep, okay? I-I just... thought you looked cool... like, really cool, and, um - The words rushed out of his mouth, as if he had stopped thinking and was just throwing anything to ease the situation -… okay, I might have taken some pictures without asking… b-but it’s not like ‘weird’ weird! It’s... more... uh... admiration?

I couldn't hide my look of confusion. At the same time as I wanted to get out of there, I didn't want to. It was obviously strange, but at the same time it was adorable the way he noticed me. The things he wrote in that notebook said so much more than I could have imagined he felt. Not giving me time to think about what to say, he kept going.

- I thought, y'know, maybe if I... cataloged- no, wait, bad word… uh, recorded...? - He groans - I swear I sound less creepy in my head.

- Look, I was gonna tell you... - He insists, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. - I mean, not like this, obviously. 

He catched my confused expression and groans again.

-Ugh, you probably think I’m a total loser now.

The more he spoke, the less frightening the situation became and the cuter he seemed to me. So I stood up, in a failed attempt to calm him down, but the result was the complete opposite.

- Wait! Please don’t go. I-I know this is... a lot. But I promise I’m not some psycho. - He pauses, then adds, - Like, I’m awkward, not dangerous! 

I don't know where that feeling came from. Maybe it's always been there. I wanted to hug him, kiss him and tell him that it was fine, that I knew he wasn’t a psycho. 

 - Okay, okay! I know I’m weird, but... don’t leave me hanging here. Please. I really... like you. - the statement caught me off guard. it's not as if it wasn't obvious, but I wasn't prepared.  -  Like, more than I ever thought possible.

The way he looks at me, a perfect mix of nervous wreck and hopeful puppy is strangely endearing. Something about his awkward honesty makes it impossible to walk away. So I finally react, letting a grin escape from the corner of my lip. 

- You’re such a dork, Gee. - I chuckled, and his eyes opened wide.

- W-wait, does that mean…? - A confused happiness made Gerard freeze and look directly at me. 

-Yeah. - I approached him, smiling and rolling my eyes - I think I like you too, you idiot.

-Oh my God… - his hazel eyes glowed and a huge smile formed in his pink lips - this is like one of those rom-coms where the nerd actually wins?!

I shook my head, laughing at his words. He’s still red-faced and fumbling, but it’s clear now: he’s just a lovable, geeky mess who adores me in his own awkward way.

- No pressure or anything, but, uh... If we were in a romance movie, this would be the part where the two leads kiss.

I chuckled and my lips reached his. The warm sensation filled my body, the kiss was sloppy and desperate, felt like something he was holding for too long, something he couldn’t deal with anymore. His hands held my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He let out a soft moan and pulled back only to whisper:

- This feels like... you know... that scene in Return of the Jedi when-

- Gerard, - I interrupted, laughing. - Less Star Wars and more kissing, please.

- Right, yeah, sorry. - He turned bright red.

Gerard catched my lips again, deeper this time, with a bit more confidence. His hand slid to my waist, thumb brushing lazy circles against my skin, and his tongue explored my mouth, while he laid me down on his bed. His lips trailing down to my neck, scattering kisses that made my whole body buzz.

-You smell amazing. Like... that forest level in that one game. You know, the one where…

He trailed off, realizing how silly it sounded, but the look on his face was too earnest to be embarrassed.

- You are such a dork. - I laughed again, running my fingers through his messy hair. 

- Yeah, but I’m your dork, - he murmured, nuzzling into the crook of my neck, planting soft kisses along my collarbone.

His touch was gentle but hungry, as if each kiss, each brush of his fingers, was an apology for all the moments he’d spent longing for this. 

When he slid his hands under my shirt, he paused, looking at me with wide, nervous eyes. 

- Is this... okay? - he asked, shyly. The insecurity in his tone of voice was adorable, no more so than the sparkle in his eyes as he saw me give him a nod, lifting my arms so he could pull the shirt over my head. His gaze lingered on me, admiration glowing in his eyes. - Wow... You’re so -

- Gerard.-  I touched his face, guiding him back down for another kiss. - You’re doing fine.

He smiled, clearly relieved, and kissed me again, this time more eagerly. His hands, still trembling slightly, found their way to the button of my jeans. He fumbled for a moment, biting his lip in concentration. 

Once my jeans were off, he took a moment to just look at me, his hands resting on my hips as if grounding himself. 

- I don’t want to mess this up -  he whispered. 

- You’re not messing anything up, Gee..- i calmed him, brushing a thumb over his flushed cheek - Just... keep going

That was all the encouragement he needed. He kissed me again, his hands moving with a little more certainty now, sliding beneath my bra to touch bare skin. I gasped, arching into his touch, and he let out a shaky breath, somewhere between a moan and a laugh.

When he finally got out of his clothes, struggling with his belt in the process,

 -  Stupid thing… -  he muttered  flustered and I couldn't stop smiling. 

He was trying so hard, and there was something endearing about how eager yet unsure he was.

He kissed me again, slower this time, savoring the moment as his hands trailed down to my thighs, spreading them gently. His boxers were the last to go, and when I felt him against me, the heat between us became impossible to ignore.

- I’ve dreamed about this, - Gerard admitted breathlessly, kissing the side of my neck. - About you... For so long.

I felt my body react to him instinctively, desire building with every brush of his skin against mine. When he paused, hovering just at the edge, his eyes searched mine one last time.

- Is this okay? -  he whispered, his voice low and full of both need and vulnerability.

- Yes,-  I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. - I want this, Gee.

And then, with a slow, careful thrust, his cock was inside me. I gasped, gripping his hair as my body adjusted to the sensation. The burn was sweet and overwhelming.

He started moving, hesitant at first, like he was still learning how to sync with me. But every time I moaned his name, he seemed to gain a little more confidence, his rhythm becoming more certain, more desperate.

The heat between us grew, the room filled with soft gasps and whispered encouragement. His hands roamed my body, one settling on my waist, the other cradling my face as if I were something precious. As deeper he was coming I felt the tension coil in my stomach, tighter and tighter, until I was teetering right on the edge. 

- I’m close…

- Do it, sugar, - he panted, his voice thick with need. - Cum for me.

With a final thrust, the pleasure crashed over me like a wave. I clenched around him, clinging to him, nails digging into his back as I moaned his name, lost in the intensity of it.

Gerard groaned, his movements faltering as he reached his own release. The warmth of the ropes of his cum filling me up pushed me deeper into my own bliss, and we stayed like that, tangled together, catching our breath.

He pressed a lazy kiss to my shoulder, his body still trembling slightly. 

- Wow… -  he whispered, sounding both dazed and amazed. - That was... better than any dream I’ve ever had.

I laughed softly, brushing damp hair from his forehead. 

- Yeah. Way better.

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~ sooo, that's it! Let me know if you liked! :)

[idleoblivion]

"Good Puppy" Crewel x GN Reader

Synopsis: You're finally at the professor's house, and he gives you one last gift for the night. Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: ~2k A/N: I started writing this when his card came out and then abandoned it lol but I'm so glad to have it done now, ngl I like how this one came out.

Warnings: Teacher/student relationship, gn reader, shy/nervous reader, dirty talk, praise kink, mild spanking, oral sex, sex toys, overstimulation, unprotected sex, overuse of the word 'puppy'

The drive to his house after dinner was nerve wracking to say the least. You both rode in silence, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and nervous feelings. Not that you weren’t excited as well, the lingering arousal from your earlier activities still very present in your mind and body. But you couldn’t help the anxiety you felt building, unsure of what exactly he was going to do once you arrived. 

You're pulled from your thoughts by a strong hand placing itself on your thigh. You look over to the professor, and catch him glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“Something on your mind, puppy?” He asks with a teasing lilt to his voice. 

“I’m just…thinking.” You can’t think of any other excuse to offer, and he clearly sees right through it.  He grants you some mercy though, not pressing you any further for now. He returns his eyes to the road, but his hand doesn’t leave its place in your leg for the rest of the ride. 

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You finally arrive at a grand, luxurious house, and after pulling up the long driveway he gets out to open the door for you again. You follow closely behind him as he leads you to the door and unlocks it. 

You’re immediately greeted by three large energetic dogs, wagging their tails and coming up to sniff you. While they are very eager to investigate you, they appear very well behaved, not jumping on you or barking at you either. With all the talk he does about training and disciplining you and your classmates in school, it makes sense to you he would be the same with his dogs. 

After a brief moment of petting them as they surround you, you look up to find the Crewel hanging up his coat before turning back to you. 

“I’ll assume you’re not hungry after dinner, but did you want something to drink before we get started?” He heads into his kitchen as he asks you. 

“No, thank you though.” Your answer comes out shy, as you mentally try to prepare yourself for whatever he has in store for you. 

He returns with two water bottles anyways.  “We’ll just keep these around for after, then.” He smiles as he sees the anxiety practically radiating off of you. 

He steps forward until there’s very little space separating the two of you. He seems to admire you for a second, like he likes how nervous he can get you while hardly doing anything. 

“You’re ready then, puppy?” You nod, and he starts towards his stairwell. “Follow me upstairs then.”

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You enter his room and he closes the door behind you. You hardly have time to even look around before his hands are on your waist, holding you close to him. 

“Forgive me if I seem too eager. You have no idea how long the night has felt while waiting to get you here.” He presses his lips to yours, and his hands start sliding up your shirt before beginning to pull it off of you. You lift your arms to allow him to, and he motions to your pants as well as he starts undressing himself. 

Before long he has you sitting on the edge of his bed, awaiting the next order from him. 

“You remember when I said I had more gifts to give you tonight, puppy?” 

You try to nod, but a sharp eyebrow raised reminds you of his demands. “Yes, professor.”

“Good.” He walks over to his dresser and pulls out a black box from a drawer, then heads back to where you sit. “I have it in here for you. You’ll be using it tonight.”

You cautiously open it, and your eyes widen when you see what’s inside. 

“A vibrator, for you puppy. I’m sure you know how that works, right?” His eyes are dark and lustful at how shy you’ve gotten. 

“Y-yes, professor.” You almost whisper. 

“Perfect. You’ll be making proper use of that tonight, but first…” He gently pushes you to lay down on his soft sheets, “I think it’s about time I get a taste of you.” He spreads your legs and puts them over his shoulders, keeping you right at the edge of the bed. You cover your face in embarrassment and how obvious your arousal already is. 

“Show me your face puppy, no hiding or I’ll have to punish you.” He doesn’t stop looking at your face as he finally goes to taste you. 

The first touch of his tongue makes you squirm and whine, but his hands hold you still for him. You want to suppress your voice but he is clearly experienced with his mouth, teasing you in all the right ways to have you moaning for him. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you to ground yourself.

He pulls his mouth away for a second, and before you can question him you feel his finger slowly breaching your entrance. He pumps it into you until he can fit a second, making you keen. He laughs at that, absolutely loving watching you lose yourself. 

“That’s it, puppy. You don’t have to be shy, just keep being good for me and enjoy it.”

He finds a spot that has you arching and presses hard. He groans in response to the wail you give, before pulling his fingers back out. 

“Good, such a good puppy. I think you’re ready for my cock now, hm?”

“Yes please, professor.” You were practically aching with anticipation, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you again.

He sits down too and beckons for you to come to him. You obey and place yourself on his lap, facing him. Grabbing your hips again, he pulls you up until the head of his cock teases your hole. He smirks at you, before letting go. 

“Sit.” 

So you do. You hold onto his shoulders as you slowly work your way onto his cock. It’s not uncomfortable, but this angle has him reaching deeper than before, making you tremble some as you manage to take all of him in. 

“Good fucking pup.” He groans, tilting his head back some. If you weren’t busy adjusting to him you might’ve smiled at that, happy that you have a strong effect on him as well. 

“Can I move please, professor?” You ask, the heat inside of you outweighing any shyness you feel. “Please, wanna move…” You rock yourself a little on him, only to receive a harsh slap on your ass. 

“I didn’t say you could, puppy. Sit still.”

Then he reaches on the bed next to him to grab the vibrator again. His expression looks especially dangerous as he takes your hand to place the toy in it. 

“Turn it on and use it on yourself.”

Your face must show the shock you feel at that request, because he lets out a sharp laugh before smirking again. “I said that you would be using it, not me, remember? You’re gonna keep my cock warm while you use your new toy.”

You look at it in your hand hesitantly, completely embarrassed at the idea. Another slap to your ass makes you look at him again. 

“I won’t tell you again, puppy. Turn it on.”

You finally comply, turning the vibrator on. It has multiple settings, and you leave it at the lowest one. You catch another glimpse of his impatient look before pressing the toy against you.

Your hips buck a little at the sudden stimulation, and you immediately hold onto him again with your free hand to keep steady. You bite your lip hard to stifle your voice. 

“Aw, is it a lot, puppy? Feels really good?”

“Ah! Y-yes, professor!” You manage between gasps. 

“Turn it up.”

You look at him pleadingly, but he only smiles in return. You press the button again and the toy vibrates faster. This time you can’t hold yourself still, hips stuttering in his lap from the added stimulation. 

“So sensitive, aren’t you? Why don’t you try turning it up again?”

“C-can’t, I’m already- ah!” You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and you were now shamelessly grinding against him as you held the toy against you. 

That earns you another spank. “I’m telling you that you can, and you will. Turn it up again.”

You press it again, turning it to the highest setting. The vibration feels so strong against you that collapse into his chest, gasping and moaning that it’s too much while he only watches on. 

“C-cumming, professor I’m-“ 

“Yes, that’s it, good puppy, cum on my cock just like that.”

As if his words compelled you, you cum hard around his cock, seeing stars behind your eyes. You pull the toy away from the overstimulation, only for him to take it from your hands. 

“Now it’s my turn, pup. You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”

You’re given no chance to respond before he starts thrusting up into you unannounced. You whimper and grasp onto him, your mind starting to go numb from the pleasure. He’s ruthless with his pace, giving you no chance to recover and taking advantage of your sensitivity. You’re so out of it and focused on him that you don’t even register the sound of the vibrator starting up again. 

You definitely feel it once he’s holding it against you again, not slowing his pace at all. Tears are streaming down your face, it’s too much but it’s so good you can’t help but try to meet his thrusts, feeling another orgasm building quickly. 

“Greedy pup, already about to cum again.” He’s still acting like his cocky self, but you can tell by his voice he’s close himself. “You wanna cum again? Do you?”

“Yes, yes I do-fuck! I wanna cum, professor please-“

“Then cum for me.” The force of your orgasm has you nearly screaming his name, nails clawing into his back while your eyes roll back. He fucks you through it, chasing his own release and mumbling incoherent praises in your ear while you wail. He never takes his eyes off your teary, fucked-out face as he finally cums inside you.

By the time both of you have caught your breath, you’re still trembling in his lap, feeling his release start to seep out of you as pulls out. He lays you on the bed tenderly, aware that he’s put your body through a lot.

“Very good, you did so good puppy. Always so good for me…” He trails off before placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’ll get a washcloth for you, and then you should rest, pup. You’ll need time to recover before tomorrow.” “...What are we doing tomorrow?” Crewel chuckles lightly to himself. “Take a wild guess, puppy. We have all weekend together, and I don’t intend to waste it.”

Then he leaves you, legs still twitching and hair stuck to your forehead with sweat. The exhaustion catches up to you, and you have a hard time holding your eyes open while you wait for him. Entering the room with a cloth like he promised, he quickly cleans you and makes you drink some water before you get under his covers. He cuddles you from behind, and his lips pressed against the back of your neck is the last thing you register before you succumb to sleep entirely.

[starryknight-tarot]

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

pile 1 -- > pile 2 pile 3 -- > pile 4

my masterlist<3 . paid readings Hello beautiful souls✨Today we will be looking what your celebrity crush would think of you if you met. This might be a little shorter cause it's just for the kicks and giggles but if you meet your celeb crush you will know how they think about you lol. Remember to meditate, take a deep breath and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. My readings are meant for everyone, no matter what sexuality or identity you are. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't.

Pile 1 Cards: The Magician rx, Page of Wands, The Hierophant, Nine of Cups, Four of Swords, Four of Pentacles, The Star, Page of Cups Back of the Deck: Knight of Cups

Pile 1, I feel like your celebrity would really appreciate you. You may have liked this person for a really long time, like before they really blew up or even since the very beginning of their career. I feel like your celebrity crush acknowledges that they won't have anything of what they have now without people like you so if you were to meet, they would be really kind to you, I even just saw the imagery of someone kissing someone's hand so they may be very polite and like prince like(?). It's really cute it got me blushing lol. I feel like this meeting would be like a dream come true for you (obviously) but I feel like they may also be pretty excited to meet you and they would just find you pretty cute. I am getting that your celebrity crush would actually really like you, I feel like you would have a really nice conversation. I am being brought to a conversation I saw between the NCT member Ten and a fan that he was talking to over video call and I remember thinking to myself while watching their conversation, "Wow they are talking to each other like they are good friends or they already knew each other well.". I feel like you could have this kind of connection with your celebrity crush. Although, I do feel like your celebrity crush won't be able to look past the fan/celebrity aspect of your relationship. They know that there is a sort of power imbalance in your relationship or it may be that you will always just see them as this celebrity that is so cool and talented, and you may struggle to see the more human parts of them. You may also be a lot younger than them and they may see you in a more youthful way. For some of you, they want you to spend a little less time focusing on them and taking some time for yourself. But overall, they seemed to think you are pretty fun.

Advice Cards:

Make your presence felt You can if you think and believe you can Remember that in universal law, all is well and fair You are wiser than you think It's time to realize the blueprint of your soul Considerable and consistent effort may now be required You are greater than your story

Channeled Songs:

Pile 2 Cards: Knight of Cups, Nine of Swords, Six of Cups rx, Ten of Cups, The Sun, The Magician rx, Eight of Swords, Three of Pentacles rx Back of the Deck: Four of Pentacles

Ngl Pile 2, I'm picking up that your celebrity crush would be a little scared of you at first. For some of yall, you may come off pretty strongly and it might throw them off but I don't think thats for everyone (if yall are into the group TXT, there was this one girl that went up to Huening Kai at a fan sign and basically started throwing compliments at him and I'm sure he was flattered but it was A LOT, to the point that Beomgyu asked if she was a rapper cause she was speaking so fast, spirit keeps showing me this so I thought I would mention it lol) I am getting that they may be a kind of shy and timid person, even if they don't really seem like it and I feel like you have a really intense personality. I don't think this is in a bad way, it may be that you are loud, talkative, or just really energetic and I feel like this is a kind of energy your celebrity crush isn't used to. Their first impression of you just might be that they are nervous around someone with so much energy. I am also picking up for some of yall they are gonna feel shy cause they find you really attractive and they are afraid of making a fool out of themselves (aye go get em Pile 2). You may also have a pretty bold appearance (unique hair, colorful makeup, tattoos and piercings) and they may make certain assumptions about you from your looks but I feel like overall they are kinda blushing from your looks Pile 2. Yeah I feel like you would make them feel self conscious. Spirit keeps telling me that they would be learning a lesson from you(?). You would teach them an important lesson to nurture your inner child and to be authentically yourself. Your celebrity crush would see you as a really successful person, someone that is living life to the fullest. They see you as very independent and capable, like you could do anything you put your mind to.

Advice Cards:

A connection needs deeper attention You can manifest your heart's desire Give up resistance in your current situation Control is an illusion. Surrender and allow the Universe to guide you You are moving beyond your old form. Congratulations! Complete the project or task. Something is calling for closure

Channeled Songs:

Pile 3 Cards: King of Wands, Three of Swords, The High Priestess, Seven of Swords, The Lovers rx, Nine of Pentacles rx, The Magician rx, Two of Pentacles, Back of the Deck: Eight of Swords

Pile 3, you would straight up remind them of their ex. That message came out the strongest as I was shuffling. Spirit is telling me it's mostly because of how you look, you have a similar face structure or hair style to someone that they used to know (wonder what the channeled song is lol). You could also resemble another celebrity or person in their life and they can't help but see you as that person, I feel like they would accidentally say that person's name to you. I feel like after getting to know you, they would be REALLY interested in you, like probably more interested in you then you are in them. Like Pile 2, I feel like they would also be pretty self conscious around you, although I feel like this would be stronger than Pile 2 because they would really want you to like them. I heard "Senpai wants you to notice him."LMAO. I'm getting that your celebrity crush would actually think about you a lot, they may even have dreams about you right now (although I am hearing some of yall have been using some spells to make them think of you so if you have, this is confirmation that it is working). Honestly Pile 3, I picking up that your celebrity crush may have a lot of internal problems that they need to work on and if you knew them personally, I would advise you to distance yourself from them to give them time to work on themselves. I don't think your celebrity crush is a bad person at all, but they do got some stuff they need to work through. I am also picking up a small energy that some of yalls celebrity crush would see you really cool and chill, specially someone they would wanna play games with.

Advice Cards:

Be sure to keep your promises, especially to yourself Reflect on the state and use of your personal energy Give up resistance in your current situation Create a plan and take the first step A connection needs a deeper attention You may need to take a break from the situation or simply take a rest Spend some time in stillness to reflect

Channeled Songs:

Pile 4 Cards: The Chariot, The Fool rx, The Empress, Two of Wands rx, The Hierophant, Ace of Pentacles, Ace of Wands, Ten of Swords rx Back of the Deck: Page of Pentacles

Congratulations Pile 4, this is the only pile I pick up on romantic feelings lmao. It's pretty cute honestly. I feel like they would be pretty awe struck by you but OH MY GOODNESS Pile 4. All piles have kinda showed signs that they would find all physically attractive but this pile is on another level. The mixer of The Hierophant and Empress, I just see straight worship for you like yall. They are on their hands and knee for yall. Spirit is telling me if they could, they would make a whole statue or painting or some shit to show off your beauty. They be simping for you Pile 4. If you were talking, their attention is ON YOU, they are listening to every words. They see you as SO talent and smart Pile 4, they would feel like you have a lot of potential to do really amazing things, they would probably do everything in their power to help you out. Although, they would feel like they won't need to do anything cause you are just so powerful. Your celebrity crush would be at a loss of words around Pile 4. I am picking up some of yall are on the shy and quiet side but they would find it really cute. A very strong message from this reading is that they wouldn't want a conversation with you to end. Spending time with you, they wouldn't wanna go home. I am feeling that if you met, they would probably make a fool out of themselves and look stupid but it would come off as kinda cute. This is actually one of those rare moments when I actually don't see any negative energy from this Pile at all, this pile has a very comforting feeling, and they would probably feel that way around you. Comfy and cozy.

Advice Cards:

You need to make the first move Change is being introduced into your life Act on what you know A powerful dream will guide you The issue at hand is about reflection. What is the mirror showing you? A change in attitude toward the greater good could be beneficial

Channeled Songs:

(really felt like I needed to add literally any song called Attention but this one felt the best with the energy of the reading)

Thanks for tuning in₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.

[pinkslipxox]

heyyy babe, how’ve you been?

i wonder if you could write anything over billie/reader and they enjoying wicked lol it has been my current obsession ngl

thank you always my sweet

Heyyy baby! Ahhh omg yes of course! Hope you like it 🥰❤️🥹

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The soft sound of raindrops tapping against the window harmonizes with the gentle melodies playing from your speaker, creating the perfect soundtrack for a cozy day indoors with Billie. The room is a sanctuary, filled with plush blankets, pillows in every color, and the rich scent of popcorn making the air feel warm and inviting.

You sink into the couch, wrapping yourself in a blanket, feeling the weight of the world melt away. Billie enters the room, a playful glint in her eye as she carries a large bowl of popcorn—steaming and buttery—as if it were a precious treasure.

“You seriously want to watch Wicked again?” she asks, feigning annoyance while her lips unconsciously curve upwards at the corners.

You nod enthusiastically, your eyes lighting up. “Yes! It’s so good! Come on, let’s just enjoy it one more time!”

Billie rolls her eyes dramatically, but you know her too well. You see the playful softness in her gaze, and your heart swells at how she’s such a good sport about it. “Ugh, fine. But this is the last time today, mama,” she concedes, her voice almost teasing as she plops down next to you, bringing the popcorn with her.

You snuggle into her side, feeling her warmth envelope you like a comforting blanket. “You really are the best,” you say softly, leaning your head against her shoulder.

Billie’s fingers find their way into your hair, gently playing with the ends as she cradles you in her arms. “Only for you, sweetheart,” she murmurs, the nickname rolling off her tongue as naturally as breathing. You glance up at her, a smile growing on your face as she leans down, placing soft kisses along the length of your neck. You shiver slightly, not from the cold but from the trail of warmth left behind by her lips.

“Hmmm, you think you can distract me with those sweet kisses?” you tease, trying to maintain your composure as goosebumps graze your skin.

She chuckles softly, her breath warm against your cheek. “Maybe,” she whispers playfully, her fingers brushing lightly over your arm, leaving a trail of soft affection. “But the truth is, I just can’t help myself. You’re too precious, mama.”

You blush at her words, feeling a flutter in your chest as you offer her a handful of popcorn. “Then you shouldn’t hold back,” you reply, your voice playful and whispery.

As the movie rolls on, you cozy deeper into Billie’s embrace. Your fingers intertwine with hers as you both enjoy the movie, happily munching on popcorn together. Billie steals glances at you, a fond smile curving her lips as she sees you becoming lost in the story and the music, your heart blooming with joy and wonder.

“Okay, I have to admit,” she says suddenly, shifting a little to look directly at you, “maybe this movie isn’t the worst thing to watch for the hundredth time, especially when I get to cuddle with you.”

You giggle, beaming up at her. “I knew you secretly loved it!”

“Fine. I might kinda like it,” she retorts playfully, pressing another kiss to your neck, her lips lingering just a moment longer. The affection fills you with warmth as you squirm against her, completely lost in this moment.

As the final credits roll, Billie holds you tightly, her chin resting on the top of your head. “So, should we go for round two?” she asks, her tone playful but soft, her fingers continuing to weave through your hair.

You smile, curling further into her. “Only if you promise to keep cuddling me,” you tease back, your heart racing with excitement.

She lets out a light laugh, wrapping her arms around you even tighter. “Deal,” she says, pulling the blanket over both of you as she queues up the movie once more.

In the gentle cocoon of blankets, popcorn, and soft melodies, you stay cuddled together, lost in laughter and love, savoring every moment of your cozy day spent together—where every playful annoyance only deepens the sweetness of your bond.

[timeslipcamp]

honestly looking up the demons in the ars goetia was the worst because as i was reading through it and looking at some of the connections i was like DAMN this is really cool. aw man, now ive gotta do a whole post on subarus demon smh

spoilers through ep 15

back at it again with the crack theories!! it's what i do best, what can i say.

initially, when i was going through the demons in the ars goetia, i was like "huh, dantalion sounds a lot like dandelion. i wonder if that's going to have to do with us." and then i got further in my list and saw it was subaru's demon and there went that theory. and THEN i read more about dantalion and holy shit dude

anyways this is just a post going a lil more in depth on subaru's stigma, demon, and where i think he fits in the story

so first off, the ars goetia is fucking bonkers. in my professional opinion (i'm an opinionated nerd and a former humanities major), all grimoires that were written around the 13-15 centuries (and were widely publicized) are so goofy. the like, "modern" witchcraft thing is so funny to me because these experts were just making things up and making up their rules and all wildly contradicting each other in every book. i love the drama

but that's not what you're reading this for so i'll get off my soapbox

several of these demons are listed in a bunch of grimoires, but the tkdb wiki (however reliable) lists the ars goetia, so we'll go with that description

shoutout to wikipedia for having one of the only compilations of info that didn't have pretentious drivel to get through (i'm not being a hypocrite shh). tumblr mobile stop deleting my drafts challenge

as far as i can gather, the rankings in the ars goetia are meaningless lol. each demon has their title and their legions and satan rules over all. each demon is also listed as the things they were meant to teach, because the purpose of having these demons in a list was for summoning purposes. you would summon a demon, wear its seal so you could control it, and ask it questions based on what it had dominion over.

the demon's other abilities were what i was really interested in, especially in relation to subaru. the first one listed is the ability to declare counsel on anyone; basically he can read minds. he knows anyone's secret thoughts and can also apoarently change them to his will.

this one applies directly to subaru's stigma. his stigma is the ability to read residual thoughts from people and objects. there is zero doubt in my mind that if we were to enhance his stigma, he'd be able to read active thoughts. or more! luca summoned a whole ass creature with his and all he can do is guard or whatever. who knows what he could do? change thoughts maybe?

manipulate thoughts to the point of someone being intermittently amnesiac? side eyeing my incomplete taiga theory post

the next ability listed isn't as relevant, "cause love and show similtude", but the NEXT part: "show the same by means of a vision." could subaru, in theory and while using us, project the memories he's seeing so that everyone can see them as well?? i think so!!

the last part is also just so subaru, "many faces," meaning he can appear as anyone, man or woman. ngl, i thought subaru was a lesbian the first time i saw him and got so excited, but this is definitely referring to his ability to act. we saw a bit of it in episode 15 where he auditions for the haunted house and then acts like SUCH a freak in that room. love him.

there's also a part about the demon always being depicted holding the book but idk what that means yet, will revisit later

subaru's abilities are so fascinating and honestly he has so much potential to do some crazy shit with us boosting his stigma. i do think he fits aomewhere into my theory about what's going on with taiga's memory but again, i don't have a solid theory yet just because of how little information we have.

the main theory thatni have about subaru is that i think he did have something to do with taiga's memory issues, and i do think he's the type of person that could be blackmailed into helping the faculty and work against the ghouls. his stigma would allow him to get an insane amount of information on the other ghouls simply by touching things discarded by them. the galaxy express area is full of lost items, it'd be a field day for him. who knows how much he's found out about the campus just by grabbing things in there?

maybe he doesn't leave his room anymore because he found out too much last year. maybe he doesn't want darkwick to use him any more than they already have. who knows?

what we do know is that subaru is a squishy little freak and i'm so fascinated by him and his story. can't wait for the next sinostra chapter to come out and (hopefully) get more info on taiga.

asks and dms always open!

[gizkasparadise]

finished kaos! i had a great time with it (LOL if the immediate binge didn't tip that off). check content warnings for the show before you dive in though!

some more spoilery thoughts:

jeff goldblum was perfect casting for zeus. you start off being like ay! it's this goofy guy in a tracksuit who's a little hammy, a little weird, and then the pivot he makes toward becoming more and more menacing is so good

loooooved the fates! did not expect suzy izzard in the show, so that was a pleasant surprise

billie piper as cassandra was another pleasant/unexpected surprise! allll the excellent ladies

styling for all the characters was so, so good. esp dionysus and hera

WOULD DIE FOR THE 3-HEADED PUPPIES and dennis omg rip

i...was rooting for orpheus/eurydice ngl. how can you not with "eurydice" and orpheus straight up choosing her over his life twice. i think the romance between her and caeneus didn't work/went way too fast for it to be believable with the weight they were giving it & the circumstances they both were in. orpheus/eurydice would've been interesting to see as a couple falling out of love trying to build it back up (and maybe failing). or i couldve gone for caeneus/eurydice if they had more build up and more connection than the plot macguffin (yes, yes, i know they were both about "fuck the gods!" but it didnt land for me). love caeneus though, and his puppyyyyyy. excited to see more from him if s2 happens

the show did a really nice job of balancing the gods being these kind of hammy, larger than life creatures with their darker/more menacing natures. the baby scene, kitten scene, etc. all really hammer in that these people have killed their way to the top

the final arrangement of the prophecy montages at the end of the season didnt quite work for me. i liked the energy, where it was going, etc. but i don't think it had the wham! impact they were going for and the pieces didnt line up as neatly as the show was building it up to

FINALLY someone portraying hades as a man who just wants to stay home and have a nap!!! persephone was great too

i swear to fucking god if netflix cancels this before i can see dionysus/ariadne im going to scream and riot

[deathsweetblossoms]

The Prisoners Throne thoughts

Spoilers beneath cut! Heads up for a critical review but a positive Jurdan review 😂

Also did anyone catch the Roiben and Kaye mention? It was subtle but it was there..

I’m a little all over the place with my initial thoughts on the whole thing, but here are my main takeaways:

The pacing was weak, especially in the build up (or lack of build up) to Oak’s discovery of The Ghost being the main poisoner of his mother. In the span of two chapters, Oak goes from incandescent rage towards Ghost and his sisters/family, to then processing all of that because of the Ghost’s death?

My issue here is we never really saw Oak talking to his family despite his POV lamenting that they avoid uncomfortable topics. He’s right. They do. And so I would’ve liked for a genuine heart to heart.

On the topic of the Ghost’s death — what the fuck? Also incredibly weak. We didn’t spend enough time getting to know Garrett for that death to be impactful in any way (unless you are me and you’ve been crushing on the Ghost for years). The attitude around the entire thing was so blasé that I genuinely thought he was going to be brought back to life in a few pages.. I just don’t understand what Holly was trying to do here.

Overall this probably needed to be a trilogy so she could develop more of these ideas, because even the romance with Oak and Suren felt a little off kilter to me.

Otherwise, every Jurdan scene was incredible. Cardan, despite his few appearances, carried this whole book on his back for me. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE OAK. The tragedy of his upbringing, the way he was supposed to have a happy childhood but was turned into a monster by Madoc is so bittersweet.

I think the abdication of being heir was solved a little too easily? But it did leave the door open for some speculation about a Jurdan baby 👀

I was right about the political problem being about the Undersea and I’m really wondering if she’s going to write that from Jurdan POV or from Nicasia.. so that’s exciting!

I wish we had more *Elfhame* in this book. Where was the magic of TCP? I just felt something was lacking and I can’t put my finger on what.

Suren having a rebirth moment like Cardan only adds to my criticism that Oak/Suren has too many similarities to Jurdan that I wish had been avoided — BUT. I love the imagery of it and I’m happy our monster girl got the happy ending she deserves.

A lot of these Cardan moments had me going absolutely insane — him protecting Jude? Him playing with Leander? Oak pointing out that Cardan is brave and picked up a sword to fight in the end as well? Omg!!

How do I feel? Weird. I’m NGL, I feel kind of strange about this book. Perhaps I need to reread the duology or the entire series.

Some other odd things I noticed:

Lady Asha is still alive and kicking it at court? Lol.

Oak thought Taryn was the kind hearted sister who wanted a gentler world

The amount of dead deer imagery (the deer heart in the Citadel, the dead deer on Madoc’s clothes) that made Oak feel ill at ease was equal parts cute and sad LOL. My sweet hoof boy 🥹

The removal of Valerian’s curse and the confirmation that there was, in fact, a curse. What does this mean for Jude going forward?

[gor3-hound]

sneaking out of heaven pt.2

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

part one, part two

cw: parental abuse, religious themes, slight guilt, some fluff n some mean dad stuff :(( leon's a sweetheart, tho <3

a/n: omg a sfw drop from me that's... crazy... um... i'm not sure fluff is my strong suit ngl... was trying something new w this series but uh... yeah there's a reason i'm a smut writer i think lol... smut next chap tho maybe depends on if i make this three or four parts!!

word count: 1.4k words

You've always hated Sundays. It's not God's fault. It wasn't the praying or devotion. It all came from one thing, and one thing alone - your father. The wooden pews made your back ache, and your thighs go numb, but he'd never let you miss a day. Broken limb, head cold… it didn't matter. Appearances were everything, so unless you were dead, you had to be there, and you had to be working hard to make the family look good.

You've never felt like you belonged in the Church, not really. Being the Pastor's daughter meant you were constantly under a watchful eye. Everyone knew your every move, and you couldn't afford to mess up. Your mistakes reflected poorly on your father, and your father didn't take kindly to being made to look a fool.

You haven't really felt like you belonged anywhere, not even in your own home.

But you found somewhere to belong now. You feel like you can fully relax and be yourself when you're with Leon. Growing up, you'd always been alone… but now? You spent more time in Leon's bedroom than you spent in your own house.

That's where you find yourself now, sitting cross-legged on his bed as you struggle to figure out how to work an Xbox. He's doing his best to teach you, trying not to laugh at the confusion gracing your features.

“Come on, princess. You can't be serious.” He says with a laugh as you send the camera spinning midway through another gunfight in COD. “Dude - just… just nudge the right stick. If you hold it, of course it's gonna do that.”

“I'm just… ugh, I don't get how you play this.” You huff, your head thumping lightly against the wall as you let it drop backwards. You don't realise Leon is moving until you can feel his warmth, his breath brushing your ear as he leans in.

“Look, lemme help you. I'll aim, and you shoot. Easy.” He whispers in your ear, tilting his head and resting his chin on your shoulder. His hand rests over one of yours on the controller, his thumb guiding the right stick.

You're not even paying attention to the screen anymore - you just hold down the right trigger and hope for the best as your eyes are locked onto Leon's pretty blue ones.

“See, princess? Your first kill.” He says with a grin, and you quickly snap out of your little staring session, your breaths coming out a little heavier than usual.

“Oh… oh, yeah! Cool, um… thank you.” You manage to force out, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

“What's got you all flustered, huh?” He says with a teasing grin - why is he still so close to you? His hand reaches out to touch your cheek and tilt your head gently to face him when you attempt to look away, his thumb brushing your cheekbone lightly. “Is it me?”

You let out a short, nervous laugh, your eyes flickering to the side for a moment. All you can focus on is the heat of his palm, the way his calluses feel against your smooth skin. “You? No, come on. Don't be ridiculous.”

He blinks a few times as he looks at you, and then his grin widens. His eyes practically sparkle with excitement, his gaze flicking over your features. “Aww, it totally is me!”

You open your mouth to deny it, but then he's brushing his lips against your cheek, and you're sure your heart is about to burst. Looks like you'd be meeting God a lot earlier than you thought. Always thought dad would be the one to send you to Heaven.

“You're real pretty, you know that?” He breathes out, then he's leaning forward to kiss you. It's just a peck, but a whine builds up in your throat as he tries to pull away from you. Your lips chase his, and he's laughing again before he leans down to give you another kiss.

Your lips are clumsy as they move with his. Inexperienced. It's not your first kiss(only because the peck was), but your inexperience is clear. Your hands twitch, wanting to explore his body, but you're too scared to touch him. Too much, too fast.

So you settle for kissing him, but you are 90% sure you're about to go into cardiac arrest when his tongue brushes your lower lip. It feels dirty. Brings the same feelings of guilt to the surface that touching yourself does, and the same kind of feeling, too, because slick is building up in your panties, making them stick to your pussy.

Not that you have the courage to do anything about that though. You just shift awkwardly, uncrossing your legs and squeezing your thighs together as his hands slip down to your waist, tugging your body closer to his. His tongue brushes yours, and you try to meet it halfway, only to be a little too eager.

“Feels like you're trying to eat me.” He says with a chuckle as he pulls away, pressing his lips to your jawline. “Slower. A little less tongue. Otherwise, you're doing great.”

His lips are on you again a second later, and his tongue makes another appearance. You try to follow his instructions, your hands finally finding the strength to reach out and touch his arms. Wow. You didn't realise muscles like that were real. He's hard to the touch, making you shudder. Your hands wrap around his biceps almost curiously as you kiss him.

You lose track of time as you make out with him. Neither of you seem to want to pull away, and it's only the sound of his mom's footsteps coming up the stairs that has you both hastily scrambling to the opposite sides of his bed - especially considering she makes him leave his door open when you're there.

She offers to let you stay for dinner, and you really can't refuse. Not if it means more time with her son.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

When you come home from the Kennedy's house, the kitchen light is on. But it's past 6pm, so the light shouldn't be on. You've always had dinner at the same time every night for your entire life. You feel a sense of unease as you attempt to sneak past the doorway.

“Where do you think you're going?” A harsh voice calls out. Your father. You turn to walk into the kitchen, your head hanging in shame. A strong grip settles on your jaw, fingers digging in hard enough to hurt, but not enough to bruise.

He's smarter than marking you where it's visible.

“Where have you been?” He growls, dragging your face up to meet his eyes. Your mom is upstairs. You know she's awake, because you heard the creaky floorboard in her bedroom as you shut the front door. You also know she won't come downstairs, because she likes to pretend your dad is nice to you.

“The Kennedy's, sir. I didn't mean to come home so late, I… Mrs. Kennedy offered me dinner, and I just… I didn't think it would hurt. I'm sorry. It won't happen again.”

“Yeah, you're damn right, it won't. Don't you think you're a bit close to that boy?”

Your mind goes to the kiss, and you quickly avert eye contact. “Who? Leon? We're just friends, sir… I…”

“I don't believe that for a second.” He interrupts, his grip dropping from your jaw before he smacks you hard across the face, sending your head jolting to the side as tears spring to your eyes. “Proverbs 19:9.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, speaking up with a shaky voice. “A false witness will not go unpunished, and whoever pours out lies will perish.”

“Good. The boy hasn't knocked all sense out of you. Go to your room. I'm dealing with you tomorrow.”

A sinking feeling settles in your chest at his threat, and you slowly climb the steps that lead to your room. You don't even bother changing out of your clothes before flopping into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin.

Your cheek still stings, and you take a few deep breaths to stop yourself from crying. Your father hadn't stopped you from seeing Leon again, but it seemed he wasn't far from it. You'd have to tread carefully. You could sense another one of your father's blow ups building, and you didn't want to be on the receiving end.

Despite everything, as Leon's kiss comes to mind, your lips tug up into a small smile.

[genericpuff]

Thoughts on Epic the musical?

It's pretty good so far! I'm still a sucker for Hadestown over everything else but uh, funny story, actually...

So recently my husband and I had to make a trip out of town to pick up a marketplace item. Basically an hour drive there, an hour back, fun little afternoon trip. And while we were driving, I made a joke about how he shouldn't "sass me" because I'm in charge of the music and I could, y'know, force us to listen to musicals for the entire trip.

In all my hubris, I forgot that my husband likes musicals. He really likes musicals.

So when he called "bet" I was like "welp shit... guess I'll put on Epic because at least I haven't listened to it a million times like I have already with Hadestown."

Y'all. That was like... three weeks ago? Going on a month? He is obsessed with Epic now. He has been listening to it on repeat, watching the animatics, gushing about the plot threads and character development, and he was the first one to tell me "hey the next part of Epic is up, please go listen to it so we can talk about it!!!"

So yeah, Epic is great and while it's not my personal favorite, it's definitely struck a chord with him 😆 And that makes me really happy to see ngl because he tends to get stuck in ruts a lot with the media he consumes, new and exciting things are hard to come by for him (plus we're both judgy bitches so it's also a matter of finding stuff that actually delivers on the hype LOL), so when he DOES find something he connects with so deeply, it just... idk it makes me happy to see him happy :' ) <3 He's up to his neck in the thrill of a shiny new hyperfixation (•̀ᴗ•́)و

So yeah, Epic is very good so far, if you haven't listened to it yet you should definitely check it out (just note that it's an ongoing project so get used to cliffhangers LMAO) and if you don't believe me, believe my husband who's way smarter about musicals than I am, he's given it his 10/10 stamp of approval and that's a pretty big honor ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[ambrosialdesire]

what are your thoughts on yandere levi 😩

my thoughts are: HELL YES

assuming that this is captain levi you're talking about, he's an already pretty terrifying force to be messing with in the first place, whether you are part of the corps or the enemy. to add on the yandere trope onto his character, you're in deep trouble LOL

ngl for me, it really varies on what kind of yandere he is depending on who he's interested in. for now, i'm only going to be explaining the instances and scenarios of reader either being a survey corps low-ranked soldier, marleyan captain enemy, and civilian.

i didn't mean for this to be so long but levi's been one of my favorites since middle school (literally was insane for him back then before reiner's s4 glowup lolol)

this is written as a gender-neutral reader sorta, no pronouns are used but it's slightly implied that this is a fem reader.

tw: manipulation, abuse of power, inappropriate touching, possessive behavior, implied non-con, implied mind-breaking

if you're part of the survey corps but serving as a low ranked soldier compared to levi, he constantly abuses his power over you. it doesn't show at all that he likes you, it's him mostly making you do things for him like you were his personal secretary. he takes you out of training to clean his office instead (he'd make you do it over and over again if it's not up to his standards), takes you away from your lunch group so you can boil his tea for him, sometimes just pulling you out of anything you're doing just to hang around him. at first, you were excited to take any job from him, after all, levi's one of the top soldiers in the corps. it was completely out of respect for the man until you begun to realize that he's just using you to only do "desk-jobs". you start getting sick of doing meaningless jobs for him but you're terrified of even saying anything about it to humanity's strongest soldier. levi's never going to be the really touchy type in any of my renditions of him being a yandere, but you've occasionally felt his faint touches around certain parts of your body as if a ghost had brushed past you; other times, he sternly grips your forearm or shoulder whenever he's in a not-so-pleasant mood. since him and erwin are buddy-buddy, he turns an eye with his behavior towards you, telling you that he would report the mistreatment to the higher-ups but really just throw away the files. he doesn't want his best soldier to falter anytime soon and you being a little special treat to satiate his appetite is nothing short of a itty bitty loss in the ranks. he's manipulative, wavering the threat of forcibly having you dishonorably discharged when you don't do as you're told. you wouldn't want your family to know that you're a shameful excuse of a soldier, would you? so be a good little pet, get down on your knees and beg for his forgiveness by any means necessary.

if you're a marleyan enemy soldier, especially a captain like him, FUCK there's so much tension between the two of you. his paradisian devil soldiers made a complete mess that night, killing many of the underlings and your coworkers, incapacitating the warriors as if they were nothing short of pests. you saw the absolute speed of that man who tore through one of the hinges of galliard's jaw and completely cut down jaeger's beast titan form, swearing nothing but completely hatred for that demon. levi thought you were interesting the moment he spotted you witnessing his attacks, eyes wide with admiration but stewing with disgust at the same time. there was a certain kind of fear that he's never seen before and the two of you shared a long stare before you took a shot, barely missing your intended target: him. a frustrated scream ripped out of you as you had to powerlessly watch them leave through one of the many blimps in the air. you didn't realize that he soon shot his ODM spears towards you, zipping in your direction and kicking you down to the ground. it was like he teleported in front of you as he stood over your body but you were soon knocked out with the butt of your own rifle. you woke up tied to a chair, hair being pulled back and gaze focused on the blinding light above you. he started asking questions, hitting you around like a training dummy but you refused to budge no matter how much pain you were in, spitting and laughing at his face. one of his comrades told him that it was useless trying to make you spill out anything, that they already knew everything that they needed to know from the marleyan defectors and zeke. part of his motivation for this (at that point in the anime) is because he's so sick of losing everyone important in his life so having someone to control, knowing what the outcome is because their future is strung by his own hands, it made the pain easier to deal with. on your side, for some godforsaken reason, he refused to let you go or kill you. oh no, no, no. he wants you to break. he wants that terrified, but idolized look in your eyes again. levi wants you to completely forget the person you are and who you served, only becoming his sweet and obedient marleyan prisoner.

if you're just an average citizen, it's a slow build-up of when levi began to take an interest with you. it was on accident but he starts to occasionally spot you whenever the scouts come back from outside expeditions, eyes wandering over the injured with a sullen expression. he couldn't decipher whether you felt simply ashamed of their loss again or that you felt bad that they had to keep doing this to themselves. that's usually only the few times where he sees you, usually trying to keep to himself and ignore the other bystanders. you were always there however, as if his eyes were automatically always darting to the same spot when he looked over into the crowd. when hange forced him to get out of the stuffy corps building and out into the city, he found himself staring at you while you serve drinks out to customers. it's filthy the way you brush your hand against theirs, winking at them to rub it even more. it was reminiscent, as if he was back watching an underground whore working for better tips. it felt strange seeing you outside of something he was used to, especially if it's something as deprecating as this back-alley bar. levi couldn't stop himself from standing up and trudging over to you when some pig put his hands on you, more so from what you're obviously comfortable with. it felt like he was back in the underground, the way he dug his fists into that sorry son of a bitch's face, fighting the group of men that he was with as well. hange eventually joined in as well, cheering in joy as they threw a beer glass into some guy who was sneaking up behind him. as the fight started to get more insane, he snatched you away from the scene when the moment was right (he may have left hange behind but they're more than capable of handling themselves in a fight). you thanked him profusely and offhandedly mentioned that you were definitely not working back there again after what happened. it could've been the traces of alcohol in his system or the adrenaline, but he kissed you right there. you pushed him away of course, completely shocked that the humanity's strongest had literally just kissed you unwarrantedly. he wanted to take his time to get to know you, he really did. yet levi realizes that he's no different from the disgusting man that he had just beat his face in, his grip around your arm tightening as he forces you against the grating wall in the dark alleyway.

[paragonraptors]

YEHAW DA:V REVEAL THOUGHTS BELOW!!

Overall: Feeling so excited for this game. I'm climbing up the walls. I can't believe that was 20 minutes, it felt like 10. Need this in my hands yesterday.

What I liked:

-Holy fuck wow wow wow the hair looks like nothing I've seen in a video game before.

-Combat seems very different but also a natural progression of gameplay past. Real-time turn-based was always a little on the clunkier side, and while it never really bothered me, moving towards something more ME-style was expected. Very excited about being able to aim a bow. Would like to know what difficulty they were showcasing bc I'm considering jumping right into a Nightmare run.

-Now that I've been soulsborne-pilled the prospect of a parry mechanic has me buzzing.

-I feel like people are gonna dunk on the "stiffer" animation, but I prefer it so much more than the BG3/HZD constant wobbling. It'll make the key performances stand out instead of mostly jangling keys in front of a baby and letting the big moments get lost in the sauce. (Not that the aformentioned games didn't have good animation, just. If your characters don't need to move their whole body to convey dialogue I'd prefer if they didn't.)

-The sublety in the facial animations is CRAZY.

-The roleplay dialogue seems really reactive!! And the cuts to inject the unique dialogues feels smooth. I'm sure there will still be moments where it's easy to tell, but still cool. Seems like they're gonna be paying more attention to your personality type like DA2 too.

-So excited about Harding and Neve as companions and can't wait to meet everyone else.

-Neve's staff/wand makes me excited to see what kinds of focus options we'll get as a mage AAAA.

-God the costumes have so much swag. One of my hottest of many BG3 takes was that the costumes were overall flavorless. (Really hoping they didn't change the Grey Warden uniforms though that would really disappoint me.)

-Cinematography looks fantastic. Lots of well set up shots.

-NGL I felt something when Solas showed up. Wasn't expecting that. And while not perfect, I liked his interaction with Varric. Their relationship from Inquisition really slips under the radar if you're not bothering to look.

-Varric has never gotten over the trauma of what happened with Anders and it breaks my heart in a good way. God you could see it in his eyes!! [chef's kiss]

-However, I definitely have to kill Solas now for what transpired in this preview.

What I'm iffy about:

-The voice peformances feel a bit stilted. Not really what I'm used to from Bioware and I feel like it's important when the animations are more subdued. Hopefully this feeling will change when I get more of the game.

-The dialogue also felt a bit dumbed down. "Solas is doing his ritual!" "Yes. Solas' ritual. The ritual that we have to stop." Again, hopefully this is symptomatic of a tutorial level/trying to onboard newbies quickly and not the whole game lol. While I prefer this to dialogue that tries to sound smarter than it is, I'm really hoping we see an overall improvement from Inquisition.

-Sort of wish they went with the Andromeda dialogue system instead of bringing back Inquisition's, but I do like that it seems all dialogue options are getting tonal indicators again and they're not as easily conflated with morality. (Though I imagine people will STILL interpret it that way.)

-A little confused about them introducting Minrathous' panopticon shit and then immediately swerving into Solas' ritual. Would have liked some breathing room on that kind of worldbuilding.

- While I'm generally open minded about the change, I Do Not Love not being able to switch to playing companions. Might turn around on this if your ability to issue them commands opens up the closer you are to them/the more you grow into a leadership role. I do like that it seems you will eventually be able to command when they use abilities a la OG Mass Effect bc that was my biggest beef with the Andromeda gameplay, esp on Nightmare/Insanity difficulty.

-Not crazy about the new Pride demon design where are their leggies.

-Not really a Criticism, but they are definitely setting up for Varric to die and while I get it, narratively, I'm NOT HAPPY. Dragon Age has been almost allergic to scripted deaths so it's also gonna feel like being dunked in an ice bath. EVIL STUFF. IN DENIAL.