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≡;-꒰ 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
╰┈➤ ❝ zayne x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni
tags : pwp (with very little plot), softdom!zayne, reader feels a little low, kissing and making out, heavy petting, grinding/dry humping, marking, cuddle sex, comfort sex, soft and slow sex, mention of belly bulge, holding hands, vaginal sex (unprotected), creampie, slight cockwarming, praise, use of pet names "darling" "sweetheart". lmk if i missed any tags!
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an : i've been so...... very much....... in my zayne feels..... i don't usually write zayne bc he's so difficult for me to write but omfg 😭 i needed this for me LMAO
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"Are you certain you can fall asleep like this?"
The question made you pause.
There was a slight shift in movement, the faint clicking sound of his glasses being set on his nightstand. And though you'd barely tilted your head back up to look at him, you felt an arm rest gently over your waist, subtly guiding you to cuddle closer against his chest. You knew, then, that the book he'd been reading had been set aside, as well.
You closed your eyes.
In this position, he held you securely against him, your ear pressed up against his chest to hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
"What d'you mean?" you murmured. Your voice was slightly muffled. "I'm okay, I told you I just wanted to be comfy... Why? Are you done reading?"
He didn't answer immediately, and it made you glance up.
His gaze was fond.
He took a moment—his thumb caressed your cheek, a warm gesture he knew worked to soothe you. It did exactly as he'd hoped, of course; your head lulled to the side, a content sigh leaving your lips. It was this that made the corners of his mouth twist up into a little smile.
"...Mm, it's enough for today," a soft chuckle fell from his lips. "But... it just feels as if something's different tonight."
This time, you felt his other hand trail over your back, moving in a soft, soothing rub.
Your gaze fixed on his.
His words stirred up a puddle of guilt, but it wasn't something you wanted to talk about.
"Something's... different? Zayne, I can assure you that I—"
"Please."
The excuse died on your lips.
The way he said it—such a simple word—was soft. Softer than usual. Enough so to get you to notice the way his eyes would search yours, that shade of hazel you'd always loved so dearly... The concern in his eyes was genuine, and you felt your breath catch in your throat.
"I... want to know what's been on your mind today. And it feels like you've been... thinking, quite a lot."
When he spoke again, you found that it was you who couldn't answer right away. And for your silence, you were met with another little smile, a chaste kiss placed into the crown of your head.
Zayne always had a way of compelling you to be more honest than you usually were.
You shook your head.
"M'just.... Not been feeling myself today, that's all," you said quietly.
Your eyes closed again, and you rest your head back down on his chest, finding comfort in the way his hand would start slowly massaging circles into your back.
"I see," he murmured. And there was something about the timbre in his voice that had you vocalizing your contentment with a little hum.
He didn't really say anything else.
You knew he wanted to, but this was just how he was—somehow he knew when you wanted to leave things as they were, and that his presence was, in this moment, simply enough.
You shifted to curl into him a little bit more, allowing your eyes to meet yet again.
"I don't want you to worry," you started.
"I know," he nodded.
"It's really just something trivial. It'll pass."
"...I know."
You smiled again, a little bit.
"I just... It feels like one of those days, you know? There's no real reason I've been feeling like this, sometimes it just happens, and..."
"And you don't want to concern me over it."
He finished it for you.
And this time, it was his turn to smile, his eyes settling into a soft gaze.
"I was simply... making sure," he murmured. A finger found its way beneath your chin, tilting it up a little, until his lips met yours in a kiss so gentle that it sent butterflies flurrying into your stomach. "If we're to sleep, I don't want you to go to bed upset."
"M'not upset..."
He chuckled a little, and you had to give him another ppout
"Really, I'm not!"
"I know."
He reached over to hold your thigh, gently guiding it to rest over his leg, before leaning in to kiss your forehead. You blinked. Trying to search his gaze would prove fruitless, but there was a hint of a tease that you could recognize in his tone.
"I believe you," he hummed, "but... would it be alright to hold you like this for a moment, anyway?"
Your eyes widened.
There was nothing too... much, about how close you were to him, certainly. Yet the more you looked at him, the more you could feel yourself drawing closer. You could only watch as his eyes closed, and he sighed, nuzzling his nose against yours.
"I'm not good with words." A shiver ran through your body as he leaned in to whisper into your ear, hot breath pricking at your skin. "But... If you don't like the person that you are today... then I would like to show you that I like her very much."
His arm slid beneath you to lock you into a tight embrace, pressing himself more insistently against you. His head dipped, lips attaching to your shoulder.
"Zayne..." you sucked in a breath as his teeth nipped at your skin.
The only reply you received was a soothing lap of his tongue against the mark he'd just made, and it was enough to draw out a quiet whine from you, raising your leg to wrap around his waist. The skirt of your nightgown rode up—it was near-immediate the way he reacted, then, a hand gliding down your back to gently grip at your soft flesh.
He smiled at your skin and pushed you slightly upwards. The erection poking against you was unmistakable.
"Z-Zayne!" you gasped, yet your hips moved nearly involuntarily, and he let out a slow breath at the instigated friction.
"Shhhh."
His lips ghosted over yours, hazel eyes peering into your own.
"Let me take care of you?"
It was a question, still. He would never do anything you weren't up for, and you knew that—there was something about it that made your heart flutter. Add to it the fact that there wasn't even a need for him to cater to you like this; you knew this was nothing but a temporary feeling of yours. It wasn't necessary for you to receive any more affection him than you'd gotten that day. Yet... here he was, willing to offer just that.
You felt him lean in forward for another kiss—still gentle, still soft, your eyes closing into the sensation.
It was nice, like this.
Truly, you didn't have any complaints—he was being so sweet with you, and now, of all times. How could you refuse?
"...M'kay," you murmured against him. Your arm wrapped around his neck, and you felt him smile.
"You know that I cherish you, sweetheart, right?" he sighed contentedly.
Again his lips found yours, his hand stroking the side of your arm in a comforting motion. And for a while, it continued just like that—having you pressed up against him, his hand slipping beneath your down to leave goosebumps across your skin. Just soft, light, gentle caresses, your lips moving in sync enough to bring your bodies into a slow rocking motion.
Otherwise quiet, it was the kisses and soft panting that echoed in the room, having your hands gliding up to thread through his hair. Zayne could only pull you close, closer than close, his own hand returning to rub circles into your skin before resting on the small of your back. Every so often he would give a light squeeze, allowing you to grind yourself onto him, eliciting soft gasps that he would only swallow back into his kisses.
When your eyes opened, hazy and half-lidded, you could faintly make out the glowing outline of his silhouette. His cheeks were flushed by this point—they no doubt mirrored yours. The dim lighting of the lamp on the nightstand did nothing less than paint a soothing, ethereal image before you.
"...I love you," you murmured.
You'd said it without thinking, but they weren't particularly words that felt foreign to you.
Zayne chuckled, and it seemed that your confession had earned you another kiss.
"I know. And I love you."
Quiet, shuffling motions had your gown and his robe both discarded, and you groaned as his lips trailed down over your body. His head dipped, tracing your every curve, peppering kisses wherever he went, his hand stroking lovingly at your skin.
You curled into him—wrapping your leg back over his waist, wanting to feel his warmth all over you. You could hear the soft moans emanating from his lips, so busy suckling at your skin and leaving proof of his love everywhere that he possibly could. The harsher nips blended soothingly with his gentle caresses, hands kneading at your flesh as if to distract you from the slight sting of his marking.
"Oh, Zayne..." you moaned, rutting your hips against his bulge once more in an attempt to bring the both of you back into that slow, rocking rhythm.
Gradually he trailed his lips back up your body, from the dip or your hips, to your navel, to the valley of your breasts. Another mark beneath your collarbone that had you gasping, before kissing up your neck to meet your lips once more.
You could feel it; the satisfied smile etched on his lips as he kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you. He wasn't saying it with words, but you could feel it—every kiss meant I love you.
"Feel better?" he whispered. His breath tickled the side of your neck as he gripped your thigh and held you around him, rocking his hips into yours. But he didn't wait for you to reply before he reached over to push your panties to the side, running a finger through the wetness that had pooled.
"Mmnh..." Your eyes closed, your hips bucking at the direct contact.
A chuckle and a few more kisses peppering your face before he spoke, "Are we okay with this?"
His finger ran up over your slit another time, collecting your slick before circling your entrance patiently.
You bit your lip.
It was just like him to ask for your consent again, even though you'd already been grinding against each other like this, even if he could already feel how wet he had gotten you.
But...
"Can we just... Can I have you, instead?"
Your voice came out a little shy, but the directness of your request remained punctuated by the way your hand drifted down to palm him through his boxers.
There was a certain surge of pride you felt, knowing your actions had gotten him this hard, had caused the shaky breath that he released, unable to stop his hips from jerking against you. In response to you, again your lips were captured into a kiss—and though he was keen on keeping the gentle atmosphere, there was a hint of desperation in the way his lips moved against yours.
"Mmm," he moaned quietly into you, hands making quick motions to free himself from the confines of his boxers.
You couldn't see it, too lost in the kiss, hands sliding up his body to cup his face for more of it—the sounds of lips smacking together became louder, more insistent, more heated.
But you felt it.
A hand on your ass, rubbing motions to keep your folds parted for him as the tip of his cock dipped teasingly into you. His legs slid against yours with the shallow thrusts he would give you, allowing you to get used to the feeling. And it was a stretch, nonetheless—no matter how many times you'd felt him inside you, you couldn't help but moan into the kiss, patiently waiting for him to ease himself in.
Your hand moved down to grip his back, almost hoisting yourself over him to spread your legs a little wider. "Mmh, Z-Zayne..."
You were panting, eyes steady on his, mouth slightly open. And with every thrust he made, he slid further and further into you, causing your breath to hitch.
"Does it feel good, sweetheart?" He brushed a few strands away from your face, placing soft kisses all over your face yet again. "I love you. You feel wonderful, darling."
A quiet moan left your lips as he squeezed your ass up once more, allowing you to take him in.
And it was a moment before either of you moved.
Quiet, hushed huffs of breath as you clenched around him, eyes heedy with desire with how closely you focused on the feeling of being full again. And his own gaze remained fixed upon yours. A hand rest on your cheek, thumbing at your skin, eyes so fondly looking into yours that you could melt.
There was no other place you could feel so loved than with him.
"Look at you," he murmured. "Darling, you look wonderful."
Your heart swelled, enough to have you drawing in a sharp breath.
It was so silly to think that this all started on the slightest inkling he had that you weren't feeling your best. And yet, he would never fail to make you feel loved. Whether you asked for it, or you didn't—he had his way of making sure you didn't feel unloved.
And it meant so much to you.
With a smile, your hips began to rock, and you cherished the groan that fell from his lips.
"You look wonderful, too, Zayne," you whispered back.
His head buried into your neck as you cradled him, his own hips moving in time with yours. Every languid pump of his cock pushed him deeper into you, bodies pressed so impossibly close that you could feel the head radiating off of the both of you. Flushed and heedy, you rolled against each other in a sensual waltz—it was the lamp on your bedside table that had your shadows dancing across the wall.
Gasps and pants permeated the air.
Slow, and deep, and steady... the slick sounds of your sex would mix in with the hushed moans that would slip from your lips, your vision already blurry in the haze of how deep he would fuck into you. The burn of his length dragging inside you was elating. You could feel each throb of his pulse inside you, his hand sliding slowly over your thigh, massaging your flesh.
"Zayne..." you breathed, "Zayne."
It was all you could say.
"A-ah... Ah~ Zayne..."
Muffled against your skin, his lips had resumed its attack on your neck, littering bruises that you knew you'd have trouble covering up the next morning. He would leave your skin with red marks all over it, a line of love bites from your nape up to your jawline—
But he wasn't rushing.
It was tender; affectionate, the way he made love to you.
You felt it.
He kept up the pace. Just slow, easy fucking motions as his lips latched back into yours. And everytime he sunk into you, you could feel your eyes roll back into your head, every listless thrust a reminder of how you could feel every inch of him inside you.
"Sweetheart," he whispered against your lips, "you're so good for me..."
It was only then that he made the subtle shift, rolling you onto your back and pressing his body onto yours. Your legs wrapped fully around his waist, and you could feel his weight push down on you, allowing him to sink even deeper and causing your eyes to widen with a gasp.
"Zayne!"
This time his hand found yours, fingers intertwining. With another kiss to your forehead, you felt him slide your hand over your body, pressing lightly into your lower abdomen enough to have your body arching into him.
"I'm right there, sweetheart," he murmured.
You could feel the faint outline of his cock moving in and out of you. He was pressing so deep into you that your head threw back, lifting your hips into him for more. Moans swallowed into more of his kisses, the room echoed with that soft sound of skin slapping against skin with a quiet, rhythmic, pap, pap, pap.
Your hands clawed at his back, his pace stuttering almost immediately at the sting from your nails. You could have delighted at the muffled curse he moaned into you, hips pressing you deeper into the mattress.
He detached himself from your lips, already red and swollen, and his breath fanned over your face. With his forehead resting against yours, you could clearly see that mixture of lust, and desire, and adoration swimming in the depth of his eyes—it made your heart jump.
His thrusts began to pick up the pace slightly, eliciting soft, staccato pants from you. He reached over to take your hands into his, pressing them up against the pillows and curling his fingers into you.
"Going to cum..." he whispered, a word of warning that had you nodding your head.
"Okay," you breathed. "Inside."
His eyes widened.
It was easy for you to use that opportunity to lock your legs around his waist, paying back the marks he'd left on your body by dipping your head to latch onto his neck.
With a gutteral groan, you felt it—hot streams of his cum painting your insides, the pulse of his cock a delight that sent you trembling over your own high. Moans muffled against your skin, you clung to him tightly, hands gripping his until your knuckles nearly turned white.
"Haah... haah... D-darling, you're..."
He panted into your ear, pulling the both of you back onto your sides as he rode you through your orgasm.
Your chest heaved, your vision blurry. Again you found your hand resting on his cheek, pulling your gazes up to meet each other.
"Zayne..." you whispered, trying to catch your breath.
Slowly, he churned the juices inside you, the wet noises nearly turning your face even more flushed than it had been.
Another kiss... and another, and another.
"Tired?" he murmured.
Still his hils continued to rock gently against yours, lighter, shallower thrusts as if to soothe you.
Your eyes fluttered closed.
"...Mhm."
You felt an arm wrap around you, bringing you back into that embrace of his that you loved so dearly.
"Feel better?"
You smiled.
"Mhm."
This time, he placed a kiss onto the top of his head, hips stilling inside you as he held you close.
"Good," he nuzzled into you. "Go to sleep, sweetheart. I'll clean you up after a moment."
His soft strokes of your hair were enough to lull you to sleep.
The last thing, then, you heard, was a small, quiet mumble:
"I love you."

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BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS ❥ WILL LENNEY!
contains: will being the best bf !!! suggestive content, smut, angst
a/n: i know i said i wouldn’t write for will but rory’s full on turned me into a will girl so send in requests for will if you like, bare with me though x
boyfriend!will… such a gentleman omgomg. from when you first meet and still to this day, will never change.
boyfriend!will… i think he’d lowkey love matching outfits with you idk why just get that vibe from him.
boyfriend!will… he’s obsessed with you and he isn’t afraid to show it.
boyfriend!will… posts you everywhere, but it takes him a few months to finally fully post you.
boyfriend!will… always talks about you, finds any way to bring you up.
“y/n said.. y/n likes this.. i was telling y/n.”
boyfriend!will… let’s talk about his mullet 👅.
boyfriend!will… you were definitely begging him for ages to grow a mullet, but he was putting off.
boyfriend!will… but when he finally did it omfg, the correct and only move for him.
“look what i’ve done to my hair, sweetheart.” “will.. wow. i knew it would look good but not that good.”
boyfriend!will… both of you are big foodies.
boyfriend!will… he’d try get you into f1, explains everything to you.
boyfriend!will… would bring you to the races always.
boyfriend!will… would also bring you to the senor frogs races so you can watch him.
boyfriend!will… obsessed with calling you pet names. sweetheart & darling mostly. knows you love them too.
“sweetheart, can you get me this from the kitchen please?” “sorry darling can i just pass.”
boyfriend!will… and hands on your waist when he passes you 😝.
boyfriend!will… dog parents !!!!
boyfriend!will… loves your friendship with james.
boyfriend!will… but at this point you may as well be the third wheel in your own relationship.
“well there were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded.”
boyfriend!will… james calls you the other woman x
boyfriend!will… i can see him getting insanely protective over you just being like;
“watch your fucking mouth when you speak about her.”
boyfriend!will… even to his friends.
NSFW!
boyfriend!will… whewwww.
boyfriend!will… definitely big no doubt about it.
boyfriend!will… so vocal too, and his accent is so sexy in bed 👹.
boyfriend!will… munchhhhh.
boyfriend!will… loves to have your thighs around his head.
boyfriend!will… i can see him being very gentle but also sometimes he can get slightly rough.
boyfriend!will… never enough to hurt you though.
boyfriend!will… praise kink !!!!!!!!!!
“be a good girl for me now, yeah?”
boyfriend!will… loves missionary but also is obsessed with bending you over. (over his desk at work 🤫🤫🤫)
boyfriend!will… i can see him being more of a 🍒 guy, but loves both 🍒🍑.
DURING AN ARGUMENT!
boyfriend!will… we all know how short tempered that man is.
boyfriend!will… can lose his shit easily but he tries his best with you.
“y/n i love you, but for fucks sake..”
boyfriend!will… his accent gets so strong when you’re arguing kinda hard for you to take him seriously.
boyfriend!will… tries to resolve everything as quickly as possible but if you’re being difficult he’ll just give up until you’re ready to talk maturely.
“i’m not going to yell like we’re children, when you’re ready to talk you can come find me.”
boyfriend!will… you end up arguing for silly reasons anyway. so it’s never that big a deal.
boyfriend!will… but again, when that man gets impatient he loses his shit 🙂.
tags: @luvdixon @livvymd @jamiekluivert @lilyyxoii @wherethezoes-at @madsclarkey
#willne#will lenney#willne x reader#willne fluff#willne imagine#willne fic#willne angst#willne smut#alfie buttle#george clarke#george clarkey#arthur frederick#chrismd#arthur hill#arthur tv#italian bach#chris dixon#clarkeyscherry
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@whatever-you-can-give-me you’re right and you should say it !!!!
Recently learned that such a massive part of assuaging your abandonment issues (and the anxiety that breeds in general) is just like. Truly unlearning that emotional unavailability—or even ambivalent availability—is healthy, expected behavior. And when I say ambivalent availability, I don’t mean someone just gets busy and their communication w you wanes/waxes. I think it’s totally natural for people to go through flux in terms of how much attention they give each other. I’m saying more someone suddenly pulls back, or drops you out of nowhere, or wakes up one day and decides to terminate your friendship: the visceral nightmare of an anxious attached person. Anyone who values you as a friend wouldn’t behave that way. If they do, it doesn’t mean you lost someone. It means you never actually had them to begin with.
#OK final version of this post I swear#Why was this so difficult to write like I had to retype it 6 times omfg
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i just read the overview for the kyotani fic… ik you and the requester cooked so glucking hard omfg🤤🤤🤤
[final?] accidentally falling for kyoutani (maddog)
ayyy much appreciated pookie bear.💕😌 i have no plans to write a part after this so it will no longer be a priority. if i do write more (specifically after i write myself back out of the 'part 2 prison' im in rn bc im a dumbass) it'll be because of inbox requests for it

warnings. nsfw, implied depressive symptoms, minors DNI
details. fem!reader / angsty smut / bad coping strategies! / porn with plot / or plot with porn? / f!rec oral / spontaneous intimacy / heavy petting / making out / clothes on type shit / kyoutani is a munch / crying and hugging / 2.8k words
links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests open. part one here.


"Mmm..." Your eyes danced across the photo preview, back to his eternal pout, and suggested, "Can you do some push-ups or something? Your forearm needs to be veiny-er..."
Kyoutani hated that. His eyes narrowed at you, his grip slipping away. You turned from his reflection to give his actual scowl an irritating smile.
"My forearms?"
"Yeah-,"
He flexed both of his wrists towards you, "These aren't veiny enough for you?"
You pointed at the strings under his skin, all plump and oddly attractive, "Well- see yeah, that's okay. But the back, look. Turn them around."
A big, frustrated sigh. He turned them and they were genuinely less vascular, there.
Getting this picture right was very important to you, and you made it immensely clear that it needed to be perfect for you to post it. Always worried about the optics, despite choosing the school's most renowned loser to do this operation with.
"God," He groaned, a big eye roll, "You're such a--,"
Ignored went his usual insults, mixed in odd cadence with his new pet names, as he pushed out about 40 good push-ups. Kyoutani did what you told him to at the end of the day. You had a few ideas around why-- but it generally boiled down to the fact that he secretly liked keeping you around.
Nobody could be okay with being alone all the time, right?
You sure weren't.
Kyoutani repped those out like he could do at least double that. You crossed your arms over yourself, warm, at his gesture at your feet. You wanted to tell him to keep going, just to see if he would.
It had been a month of no-contact with Tooru and you were drowning in the withdrawal. That was at 6 games, a mix of practice and real ones, that you had missed. You wondered if anyone remembered you. If he could ever pick out your voice in the midst of all his options, in the stands, the way he told you he did.
"Aagh-, you- are so difficult."
He was breathy as he rolled his hoodie sleeves back up, then fixed his collar. You took a little long staring at him, void of usual judgment, and he made a face at you when you pulled him back in to continue workshopping your photo.
Distracted, you drawled, "You don't make this easy, either."
"Hm... that is better-," Your fingers slipped over his arms again, his pump showing well.
The point was to have him be recognizable, but not in an explicit way. Just his forearms, maybe some of his hair, and his height the only real indicators of who was holding you in this mirror pic.
Tooru would know in an instant. Others might put two-and-two together, and more would have no clue.
Kyoutani's eyes lazily watched your screen, how you adjusted the exposure lower, the frame size. It was a dull endeavor, and not enough to truly interest him. Unlike you, he had no hope for your failed relationship coming back from the dead. Oikawa choked, dumping you- it was that simple.
Your neck smelled like that sweet, soft perfume you wore almost every Friday. That was his favorite. It made him hungry for a something with strawberries and cream, or a nice pastry.
While you moved his arm where it needed to be -right under your chest-, he sucked a slow kiss into the side of your neck.
It didn't mess up your photo, and it wasn't like you hadn't been paying him in kisses already, so you suppressed your shivers and ignored the creep.
Another few takes later, and you had some photos to work with, so you could edit and decide how/where to post them.
Kyoutani satisfied, so you started your editing where you stood, in front of your desk, tapping away with your thumbs while his hands roamed over your shirt.
He kept you shivering, a little short of breath, and half-distracted.
"How'd it turn out?"
He never spared his best sarcasm with you. He didn't give a damn about the picture.
"Fu-ck you," You sighed- it was embarrassing how quickly he got you worked up, making you more tense, than anything.
A breathy chuckle. That was too easy. He didn't go for the obvious response.
He moved further down, fingers hooked under your blouse. He pulled on it to swipe his tongue and teeth over the sensitive skin there.
"That-- that feels-- good," You struggled, eyes clouded, head tilted so he could have more room.
It had been too long. Any touch got your mind racing, your body reactive. You were barely able to post the picture.
Kyoutani scoffed. You thought he would stop, just to be an asshole, but he moved to press a kiss right behind your ear.
He grumbled, a hand diving, hungry, under your shirt, "I can do better than good."
You put a palm on your desk, stumbling forward and weak at his words, under his grasp, from all his prodding. He pressed you up against it, kisses faster, rougher. His other hand rested on your thigh, just shy of your skirt. More of a question, than anything.
There were worse options. Somewhere. He was hot, and horny, at least.
You turned around and brought him in by the back of his head for a rushed and heated kiss.
He not only met it, but gladly escalated everything-- he gripped you hard and placed you on the desk, a heady groan under his passionate kisses.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled his hips in. It all felt so good- so fast, but so easy. There was hardly a second thought to it at all.
"Fuck-," He groaned, parting for the moment it took to hold you tighter.
Hurried and ruttish kisses overlapped one another. He couldn't finish one before he started the next. Unable to keep up, you were getting pushed back in his haste, all giddy at his almost-funny enthusiasm.
But it was no laughing matter.
You were just as lonely. You tried just as hard. You wanted somebody to touch, somebody to hold.
Somebody to make you feel good. Wanted.
Despite your routine changing overnight after you and Tooru weren't on speaking terms anymore, you failed to fill the space. The quiet, the hours you used to dedicate to just your relationship, now void of anything, was like a memorial to the concept of 'us.' Inviting Kyoutani over -sneaking him in through the garage, rather- already felt like you were disrespecting your mourning. This was the desk he used to sit on. That was your bed that he used to sleep in.
Kyoutani cupped the back of your head like you were made of glass-- his sigh proceeded it, like this wasn't just some spur of the moment kiss.
And you let yourself be convinced. Just for a little while.
He was fast with his hands. Gripping, groping, pulling your expensive clothes.
Your own grasp was pushing down under his hoodie, under the collar of his shirt to feel more skin. He was warm, and here, and real.
"Have I--," You cringed at your stutter, as he kept his hickeys cropped close to your jaw, "Told you that- you're kinda cute?"
His hips rolled against yours, his fingers plunged under your skirt on your hip, under the panties Tooru paid for months ago.
"Cute."
A tiny nick next to your ear made you flinch, "You must be thinkin' of someone else."
He was making you breathless already, the dull sensation enough to get you soaked and destitute. A light chuckle at his stupid avoidance, and you knew to try harder next time you had something nice to say.
Kyoutani pulled back and rolled his eyes, muttering another, dismissive, 'cute,' and pressed his palm real soft against your pussy.
"Mm-m," You couldn't return his kiss, chin tucked lower, instead. All tense at his touch.
Your thighs squeezed around his wrist.
"No way you're that sensitive-," He laughed at you, but it wasn't targeted.
You evaded his curious gaze. In your denial of kisses, he dropped to his knees, instead.
"It's- been a whi-le-- Ah-h!"
Kyoutani was kissing you through your panties- on your desk- kneeling on the floor- while you were both fully clothed- and Tooru was who-knows-where, not giving a fuck about you.
He muttered something against your cunt, a buzz good enough for you to scratch the paint off of the surface.
You flinched, but didn't have a doubt in your mind about what you wanted as he pushed them to the side and put a sloppy kiss to you.
"Ah-h," Was a pitiful, whimpry noise out of your parted lips.
Kyoutani's hands, perfectly veiny at this point, had your thighs hostage, encouraging you to keep them up so he could get better access in this position.
His tongue was new, but he was so gentle, so attentive, that you got used to him embarrassingly quick.
Those fingers were darker, shaped more blocky and thicker than Tooru's. But they still felt good. They looked hot, gripping you. His curly, dyed hair was very different. You wanted to touch it, but refrained, in case he got mad. Nevertheless, it was a welcome sight between your legs.
The pleasure you had associated with only one person wasn't so specialized anymore.
"Mmn!" You winced at a strong suck to your clit.
Before you could tell him he was too rough, he was back in his light circles again.
Your chest was getting tight, your shallow breaths uneven. Tooru was never this spontaneous. You would've never known you liked it so much.
This was not your most conventional orgasm, but it topped more than a few.
"I-i'm--," Your whiny admission fell away at his consistency, his soft kisses and tonguing at your pussy, "F-uck, fuck, fuck-! H-ah,"
You came all shaky, whiny, for him, just the way he liked you. You were never more pretty to him than in that moment, how he made you all soft and sweet, soaking wet and broken in.
Kyoutani wasn't eager to part from you- you had to squeeze him with your thighs, just to get him to move.
When he came up, all flushed, relaxed, and chin dripping, he looked horribly beautiful.
He kissed you hard before he wiped it off.
"Knew you'd taste sweet," Was an alarmingly soft mutter against your neck.
That made you smile.
He filled the gaps around you perfectly, all warm, and out of breath, too. Did it classify as a hug? Because it felt like one. You put your arms over his shoulders and sighed, trembly, and heavy against his strong hold.
His thumb rubbed just under your hairline, and you could feel the expanse of his chest, the rhythm of his breathing.
Part of you wanted to apologize for involving him in your lunacy, your inexplicable obsession with the idea of getting your ex back.
The thought of that was messy, though, because then you would be apologizing for all of it. And now, after whatever this was, you wouldn't fully mean it.
Buzzed, you simply were not sorry for getting acquainted with him.
The desk was not comfortable. He smushed a few pecks, slow, against your forehead and lifted you to stand up.
"You're pretty good at that," You managed to admit before another kiss.
Careless, and absorbed in your body, "It's nothin'- you're pretty easy."
Instead of letting him keep up his handsy, huffy attempts at getting further, you turned your face so he caught your jaw. Your palms faced flat on his shoulders, instead of pulling him closer.
Kyoutani groaned, "Not like that--,"
"No no, I know," Your raised, insincere tone was a direct contradiction, "I know."
You reached for your phone. His frown got tighter.
He didn't want to let you go, but couldn't keep holding you when you acted like such a stranger. His fingertips slipped from you and were replaced in fists at his sides.
It was just like you. Reaching for something familiar and comforting as soon as you were intimidated, or unsure.
There were many notifications, all a blur as you scrolled down an endless sea of them. You cleared your throat, straightening your clothes, and he scowled at how different it felt, just watching your guard go back up.
Distracted, you glanced vaguely across to his shoulder, then your screen, and absentmindedly created distance by starting to search for a change of clothes, before you spared him any semblance of an explanation.
"Sorryyy, I really need a shower, sooo..."
He rolled his eyes and sat on your bed, "Kay."
The tiny consideration to be kind, cute, and engage him one more time did cross your mind. Maybe, if you had been more sure that he would be receptive to something domestic like that, you would've followed your intuition.
Instead, you shut the bathroom door behind you.
You looked down at the screen, finally alone, and grew cold.
Two missed calls, four messages. From Tooru. He still had a white heart by his name. You watched your thumb start to shake over the screen-- you set your phone face down and puffed out a sick breath as you turned the knob on the shower.
It felt like you cheated.
It didn't matter how hot you made that water. You felt disgusting and couldn't wash it away.
Kyoutani didn't need his overly sensitive hearing to know you were crying in the bathroom. He ran his palms over his face with a sigh and fell onto his back.
If Oikawa wasn't in the picture, his stress would be gone- but he also wouldn't have had a chance, in the first place. He had to weigh all the costs and benefits, gritting his teeth to the sound of your quiet sobbing.
The worst part was that you really weren't that bad. Nobody could be a bitch for that long. Maybe you needed to learn how to be less pretentious. He couldn't be sure, but he knew you had your good moments. He liked those. He liked you when you were sweeter, when you had your stupid guard down, and got all clingy and nice to him because you didn't have another outlet.
Being last-pick was getting really old.
You were sniffling long after the sound of the shower was gone. He waited what felt like an interval between too long and too little to knock, to check on you.
The door opened and an excessive amount of steam poured out.
He waited for you to say something, to prompt him to speak, but the natural beat faded away, and you were both standing there, staring at each other.
"Uh..." His jaw worked, face heavy and frustrated at his lack of words, "Are you... okay?"
It was easy getting his uncertain gaze meet your face, so long as you didn't look back at him. Thankfully, you were staring at his shoulder, lashes decorated with pretty little drops, your eyes brighter, somehow.
You nodded and he was at -yet another- severe deficit. He bit the inside of his cheek with a loaded sigh through his nostrils.
Kyoutani was so bad with words. You could hear his frustration.
"Come on," His hands went up past his sides for a subtle suggestion. An embrace. His face was turned up and away. You wouldn't have to feel the pressure of him watching.
There was a soft spot under all his messy bullshit, and it wasn't just fueled by sex. You hated how much you needed it, right now.
You closed the distance. No argument, no sarcasm, no pushing back.
You wouldn't put all your weight on him. Not like you did earlier. You'd be damned before you cried in his arms, no matter how empty you felt. He felt good and he was steady, strong. Your body melted, faltered, against your will.
"You wanna- I dunno- go get a coffee, or somethin'?"
That sounded like a fantastic idea. You pushed enough on his chest to tell him you were done with hugging, but he still kept a grip on your upper arm, eyes analyzing every little shudder and movement.
You nodded again, unable to properly respond. Scarred knuckles grazed your puffy face, not enough to do anything- just there to give you a soft touch.
"I'll drive."
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"She doesn’t even remember him that well. She is dismissive of her mom and grandma. She does not make sound romantic decisions. She does not respect authority very much and often in a way that’s less heckyeah! you’re so cool! and more omfg, you spoiled brat!" Mikaila just sounds like she's fulfilling reasonable expectations for a sixteen-year-old. I feel like anime/video games (not exclusively, of course) have chipped at people's memories of what teenagers are really like.
Teenagers are the most difficult characters to write. When you write them authentically, they are almost intolerable. This is why so many protagonists hover around that sweet 14 year old spot. Young enough still to be charming, old enough to be narratively useful.
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Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader - smut.
Part 11 omfg I am so excited to write this chapter! Let’s hope it doesn’t flop… You can find my masterlist for F1 here which contains the other 10 parts to this story- be warned a lot of it is heavy on the smut.
After a heavy night of partying in Belgium and some teasing on both parts, Daniel had had enough and is bold enough to make a move. Sick of their semi separation, he’s desperate to reunite, and they do, maybe not so smoothly as he would have liked but it’s the end result which counts, and Daniel wants nothing more than to have his girl back in his arms… Warning: 18+ heavy mentions of smut, oral, graphic descriptions of rough sex, choking, spanking etc. Swearing (obviously) and arguments. Daniel is as angry as Daniel Ricciardo can seemingly get. I am FERAL for this man…
No matter who was on the top or bottom, you knew there was going to be a celebration after a Grand Prix. Whether certain people joined in or not, you were bound to find a good handful of racers making the most of their evening off.
Y/n found herself surrounded by plenty of partygoers as she joined the Red Bull team and pretty much every other team for a celebration in a buzzing club. She swore she’d steer away from alcohol, especially with everything going on with Daniel, but she couldn’t help herself. After two drinks, the rest went down way too easily.
Daniel. He was here tonight, celebrating with everybody. The AlphaTauri car might’ve been a tractor, and Daniel had faced some difficult obstacles since racing, but he was doing great considering all of those factors.
She could feel her eyes gaze over to him every now and then, and the more intoxicated she became the more she couldn’t stop, nor control herself. She wanted him, not even just in a sexual way, she just wanted to be in his vicinity, stand next to him, talk to him- act how they used to do. Her heart yearned at the thought of how close they used to be. Why couldn’t they have that back? Daniel, of course felt the same way. He just couldn’t bare to look in her direction, when he did, his jaw tightened seeing all the other men eyeing her up. He couldn’t torture himself like that, not purposefully, anyway. You see, she had come up with the dumb idea that talking to the mechanics of Red Bull would make Daniel jealous. It did- but it didn’t mean it was right to do. It was incredibly immature and toxic, but part of her wanted to see exactly what he was missing out on. She always socialised with these people, but Daniel knew it was different tonight. Her hand was resting on Jay’s shoulder as she seemed to laugh borderline non stop, apart from when she was swigging down a vodka cranberry. Daniel physically rolled his eyes, temper spurred on with the alcohol as he continued to drink a stupid amount, like he was in his 20s again. “Have you see the video of somebody of not being able to get the side jack off the car, he goes flying, has that ever happened to you?” She was entertained, half distracted as she talked to the many mechanics and engineers around. “Oh yeah, yeah! Thank god it wasn’t me!” Jay knocked her arm, swaying in an intoxicated amusement. “So- so-“ Ollie, one of the younger mechanics leaned over the table. “-Be honest, have you ever got with any of the drivers?” I snickered at his question, my eyes finding the one man I certainly had ‘got with’. Daniel was between a group of his friends at the bar, chatting away, it was as though it was his instinct to turn and look directly at her the second her eyes were on him. Her lips tugged up as she remained focused on the Australian whilst shaking her head. “No.” She glanced back to Ollie. “No, I haven’t. Some F2 guys though.” When she glanced back to Daniel his jaw was tight and he was watching her in a way she’d never seen. He looked hungry, jealous, Daniel never looked so dark, until now. He looked so attractive, beautiful, but there was something about the way he was stood and stared at her that told her he was still bothered. Of course he was, he was the one that said he loved her. Deciding to give up this small game of cat and mouse she was playing, she just continued to enjoy the conversations with everybody, choosing not to go up and dance with a group of intoxicated man. A sensation of guilt had washed over her, so when she returned from the toilets to wash her hands clean of anything mean she’d been intending on, she pulled up at the bar, glancing down to see a tanned, veiny arm pressed up to the bar next to her.
He let out a small mutter of her name, one only she could hear. Her back stiffened and she looked up to him with a daring smirk. Daniel thought he’d forgotten how to breathe for a second, until he took a hold of her wrist, gently, so she could break free if she wanted. “Can we leave?” He was pissed though, there was no room for a smirk in the dispute they were about to have.
“Now?!” Her heart fluttered at the question, she was already stepping away from the bar, “yeah.” Daniel responded bluntly as she nodded, following directly after him with the weirdest feeling in her tummy. There was a tension between them, and his grip on her wrist got unconsciously tighter when she began giggling and speaking to people mid being pulled out to a car.
“You okay?” She innocently spoke, trying to distract herself from the fact she was actually alone with him. She brushed her hair, found some gum, reapplied her lipgloss. You’d think she was going to the club, not leaving.
“Yeah, just…” he let out an inward sigh, annoyance filling his bones. “We’ll talk when we’re back.”
You see, her filter wasn’t exactly great when she was drunk, nobody’s was- but that mixed with Daniel’s already annoyance, was a bad combination. “Talk about what?” She shuffled in her seat, knees pulled up onto the seats, tucked up slightly besides her as Daniel glanced down, noticing the slight pink lace of her underwear showing through. “Put your seatbelt on.” He shook the improper thoughts away, grinding his teeth together and jittering his leg uncontrollably. Daniel hated being like this, the rage that he could usually contain was spilling out purely from the fact he’d had one too many drinks.
Worst of all, she gave him a funny stare, taken aback by the command. He was starting straight forwards, hand jiggling on his leg. She’d never seen him so wound up, ever. After a second of reacting to his comment, she sat back, plugging her seatbelt in silently. “Talk about what, Daniel?” She tried again after a moments silence. The screen between the driver and them was closed, but it still wasn’t ideal, not for him anyway.
He inhaled deeply, turning his face to stare at the space between them. One of her hands rested on the middle seat, he wanted to reach out and take it. His emotions were so twisted, he couldn’t figure where one started and the other stopped. “Just-” he cut himself off again and she was growing frustrated with the lack of answers.
“Just what? I would’ve stayed out if I knew this was the case.” He winced at the harsh tone of her words, maybe he shouldn’t have dragged her out, maybe she really didn’t feel the same as he did anymore… He inhaled this time, scratching at the back of his neck. The conversation fell flat and both of them stared out of either side of their windows, drearily thanking the driver before returning through a back door into their hotel. “What do you want to talk about?” She tried again, striding to catch up to him.
“Just this-” he pointed between them, “what was happening in there, the way you kept looking at me when you were-”
“You were the one that was looking at me!” She cut him off, the two of them continued walking into the hotel lobby. “When you were flirting with all those men, look, I don’t play childish games like that.” His tone was firm, firmer than she’d ever heard Daniel be. She didn’t like it, it was hurtful and she felt kinda bad over how upset he was. However, nor did she like his accusations…
“Flirting, I was just talking with them.” She spat out quietly whilst they waited for a lift. Daniel scoffed at her words and she could really feel her rage beginning to grow. When they got in the lift she jittered her leg, he pressed the button to his room and she in objection, pushed the buttons to hers.
“I’m not a fucking idiot, that was fuckin’ immature in there and you know it.” Daniel pointed out as he remained silent, swallowing harshly as the lift began moving upwards. Not fast enough, again, it was awkward, tense. Her breathing was fast and heavy, and she knew she was going to explode. Finally, the lift slowed to his floor. “Is that all you wanted to talk about?” She inhaled sharply. “No.” He lowered his tone, staring right back at her now. “Thanks for dragging me back for nothing.” She scoffed as Daniel gulped, stepping out the now open doors. She watched him with sadness, the same aching feeling filling her when he began leaving. It was in the split of a second that Daniel decided he couldn’t just leave her there, he smacked his hand over the door, preventing it from closing as she raised her head, her sad little face making Daniels heart ache.
“Just come speak to me, properly. Please.” He couldn’t look at her, she followed slowly back to his room, he pushed the door open for her as she awkwardly walked in first. Her eyes fell to the floor as she stole a glance at Daniel locking the door. He looked so good, yet so bothered. His brow was tense and she’d never seen him look so miserable before.
“Look, just speak to me normally, we can’t keep going on doing this.” He stepped in front of her now, forcing her to tilt her head up to look at him once more. Their eye contact made her weak, it made her want to cry. “I just… I don’t know how to act around you anymore, you really upset me and I was just- just immature to want to get back at you, I know, but at some point I was just speaking to them. I didn’t purposefully sit with those men just to annoy you.” “I know.” He sighed out, the two of them stood in the hallway practically face to face. She glanced around his room slightly, double bed, tidy, larger and nicer than her own. A couch was sprawled in front of a large window, the lights from outside glowing through and creating an orange hum to the room. There was a side lamp on, nothing else. Her head dropped again, and she swallowed in tension, hating the fact she began to warm to the fact she was here with him, alone…
“Sorry.” She swallowed as he felt something soften deep inside of him. “It’s fine.” Daniel hushed as she began fidgeting under his gaze. Recognising he could’ve been slightly intimidating, he stepped back, glancing around the large room.
“Max um…” she began causing him to turn around again as her stomach did backflips with anxiety. “Max figured out what was happening, kinda.” She winced as Daniel sighed. “I know.”
“I told him as well.” She blurted out as Daniel froze, waiting for her to continue but nothing else came out. “Told him what?”
“We weren’t doing whatever, anymore.” She awkwardly spoke as Daniel’s body slumped whilst sitting down on the bed. She took the drooping of his shoulders the wrong way, her anxieties (and alcohol) telling her that he was ashamed. Ashamed of her, of their secret little affair.
“Is it so bad, Daniel? I mean, would it be? People knowing about us? Because I don’t-” she took a deep breath, “I don’t care about people finding out, I was never ashamed of you.” His head snapped up at this now, face contorting in confusion.
“Ashamed?! You think I was ashamed?” She held her thumb up to her lips worriedly, watching him sit up much straighter now. With a gentle nod he let out a quick exhale, dropping his head.
“I was never ashamed, god y/n, it was just your dad, I-”
“Oh, Daniel why?!” She raised her voice in annoyance. “Because it would be inappropriate!”
“Why?” She blinked, stepping closer, breathing increased as did her frustration. Daniel didn’t stand, he didn’t want to look down on her, it felt cruel. “Why?!” She repeated when he didn’t reply, his mouth opened but nothing came out. Daniel asked himself that too, why was it inappropriate? They were both consenting adults, they both clearly had the very same intentions, they’d only met each other a year prior. The more Daniel pushed this ‘inappropriate’ narrative the weirder she began to feel, a sense of rejection filling her.
“Inappropriate.” She borderline laughed to herself. He felt ridiculed, caught out on his own lie. “Do you really think that?” She eyed him up and down now, his jaw tensed and he responded with a quick, “no.” Her teeth found her bottom lip, sucking it in as she began gnawing nervously. Something shifted in the air, and when she sighed out, the anger escaped her body with her breath. “Okay… what now then?” She cleared her throat.
“What now?” Daniel gulped again, glancing at her up and down. She nodded, holding eye contact with the Australian who scanned over her features. The gentle knot in her brow softened when Daniel stood up, her chin lifting as he reached out, taking hold of her face and moving in for a kiss that was bruising with want. Both their heart beat in a simultaneous rhythm, unbeknown to the two of them. Fuck, Daniel couldn’t not. He loved her, he needed her. Their lips moulded together for the first time in what felt like centuries, hands grabbing at one another as she moaned in shock, spurring Daniel on to tug her closer with a stumble. He held her upright, hands snatching at her waist closer to his. His finger tips dug into her flesh, keeping her close as he stepped further back.
“C’mere, c’mere.” He cooed, melting her on the spot as they tumbled onto the bed, knees either side of him. How they got in this position so quickly she’d never comprehend, but that didn’t matter. All she cared about was the feeling of his lips on hers, his hand smoothing down her skirt, snatching at the material, pulling her face closer into his- she enjoyed the idea he had an animalistic need for her. Their separation had been tough, god knows how either coped so well without one another, but they were sure making up for lost time now.
His hand slipped over the buttons of her cargo skirt, slipping her easily out as they momentarily broke the kiss so she could strip herself free. Daniel was opened mouth and red in the cheeks, panting as he looked her up and down. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen and before she went to climb back onto him, he caught her again.
“These too, baby.” He was quick to mutter, fingers snapping at the band of her thongs. She smirked back to him, tugging them down with his aid before discarding them to one side. Daniel fell to his knees in front of the bed, kissing over her stomach and lower abdomen before throwing her leg over his shoulder.
His lips and tongue worked in ways she could comprehend as he ate her out, slurping up her wetness like he hadn’t eaten his last meal. Fuck, the pleasure was dizzying, and when his hand slightly slapped against her ass she let out a louder moan, signalling her want for the rough sensation.
Daniel hummed out a chuckle against her pussy, squeezing over her cheek, rubbing the sore part before bringing his hand down once more and spanking her. Her hips jumped, deeper into his mouth as he moaned at the delightful sensation of her pussy throbbing on his tongue.
“I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” She whined, head tilting back and body becoming rigid. She could barely stand straight as his arms began shaking, holding her upright as her orgasm crashed over her. “Oh my god, oh fuck.” She rolled her hips into his mouth as he swiped his tongue from her hole up to her clit, “I could do this all fucking day.” He commented lowly as she moaned in response. She was aching in the best way, pussy so sensitive as his actions didn’t slow. “Da-Daniel.” A light tap on his head slowly broke him off as he pressed one more kiss to her stomach. He swore he was hard as a fucking rock, the slight of her glistening pussy in front of her sending him wild.
“I fucking need you, baby. I need you so bad.” He then admitted, practically lifting her up and dropping her back onto the bed. She let out a whimper in protest when he began pulling his cock out. He was still fully clothed, eager to fill her up. “I wanna suck you off first.” She bluntly admitted as he wiped the back of his mouth, wet from before. Daniel moved down, kissing her deeply once again, her lips so soft and warm as he curled his fingers through her wetness.
The breath that escaped her lips was heavenly as he pulled back to watch her face, but she brought him back in by biting his bottom lip. Daniel strained out a moan, feeling himself beginning to leak with precum. “Please.” She then whispered again, kissing close to his earlobe as Daniel shuddered at the contact.
Who was he to deny such a thing? He stripped his shirt off when he leant back, hers following suit, tits bouncing when they were freed. Daniel could see her pierced, peaked nipples all fucking night long, it drove him insane. The perky swell of them, the way they bounced whenever she’d walk. Hold fuck, Daniel felt a pressure in his abdomen like no other. He could’ve came at the fucking sight of her tonight. He was worried he’d blow his load too quickly when she began sucking. There was no teasing, she went right to it, wet lips suctioning around his aching member as she licked the precum clean off his tip. Her hands and fingers danced over his balls, fingers occasionally reaching lower which Daniel didn’t know was an accident or not.
His groans were uncontrollable, his fingers tightened in her hair, eyes rolling back from the wet vacuum her mouth had formed. He had to focus really fucking hard on not cumming down her throat there and then. Only when she broke off and let out a slight, “ah.” Daniel came back to reality.
“You okay?” His grip immediately loosened as she giggled, climbing over his lap so his cock was directly facing her chest. “Yeah.” As she pushed her tits together Daniel instinctively eased his cock between them. “Ah fuck.” He choked out, his darkest fantasies coming to light as her tits squeezed over his large cock. It just about worked, her tits were the perfect size, just allowing him to slip back and fourth between the valley of her chest.
“Daniel.” She whined as he snatched her by the chin, forcing her to face him as she smirked at the dominance he showed. “I like it when you’re like this.” She muttered as he panted out, throwing his hips forwards. “Spit on my cock, fuck y/n.” He moaned as she did exactly what she was told, lubricating his cock further as he easily glided between her tits, letting out an actual moan, one that made her legs close tightly together.
“Fuck, keep looking at me.” He growled, pushing his hips, harder, faster, unable to get enough of the new sensation. “Fuck my mouth.” She gasped out, holding eye contact as Daniel felt himself loosing complete control. His cock messily slipped from her breasts, up to her lips again as he stood on the bed, her knelt before him, shuffling back so she was pressed against the head of the bed.
“Fuck, tap me if you wanna stop.” Daniel blurted, lost by the warmth of her mouth. She hummed sexily, the vibrations running all over his cock as he pumped into her mouth, slowly at first. She whined, pulling him by the ass into her as he snapped his hips into her once again. She tugged on his pants and underwear, freeing his ass as he held either side of her head, pumping his hips carefully into her.
He was holding back, she could tell so broke free from his cock. “Don’t hold back Daniel, I want you to use me.” Her words caught him off guard, twisting something deep inside of him.
“Fuck, are you sure?” But she was back on his cock before he had time to answer, he couldn’t cope. He knew there was little to no control left in him as he began fucking his cock into her throat. She could take him so deep without choking now, he closed his eyes and began thrusting into her warmth, overwhelmed by the sensation as he replayed her words over and over again in his mind. Use me, use me, use me. Something in Daniel snapped as he began fucking her face harsher, faster. Now, he watched for any sign of distress or the slightest movement for him to stop, but she was almost smiling around his cock, pulling him in harder as he rocked back and fourth into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as he uncontrollably panted and moaned. Daniel was never too vocal in bed, but this was something else.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He pulled out quickly, the sensation creeping up on him a little too quickly. “Cum in my mouth, please.” Her plead was desperate as she wrapped herself around him, it not taking him more than four pumps before he was spilling into her mouth, his limbs shaking as he let out the loudest groan, not afraid to show her how good he was feeling.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The Australian whined as she slowly sucked him, coercing him through the orgasm. Some of his cum dribbled down onto her lap and the bed below, forming a mess that Daniel felt proud of. He was slowly milking himself in her mouth, sighing in disbelief as he pulled off, giving her time to catch her breath back.
“Good girl, fuck, good girl.” He praised, still groaning from his high as he kissed her lips, not seeming to care the fact she’d just swallowed his cum. Seeing her all fucked out made him want to keep going, his erection didn’t falter once.
She stood up to clean herself up in the bathroom, Daniel frowning slightly. “Where are you going?”
“Oh, I thought you were… done.” She glanced up and down him, noticing he really wasn’t ‘done’ at all. “Are you?” Daniel questioned as a smirk arose on her face, smiling before plonking herself back down into the bed with him.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” Daniel hushed out, kissing her once more as he rolled on top of her body. “Me too.” She gently spoke, sliding her fingers through his hair as he pressed his lips to her cheek, then her temple. “Glad you came back with me.” He muttered, more muffled this time as she could feel him lining up his sensitive cock against her aching hole.
“Needed you for so long.” She inhaled sharply as he pulled off to watch her reaction as he slid into her tightness. They both let out a simultaneous groan, the friction being something both of them so desperately yearned for. “Daniel.” She whined out his name, pushing his hips further into her own, legs spreading wider so Daniel could nuzzle in perfectly. The pleasure that spread through both of them was too much to cope with. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Daniel fucked his sensitive cock inside of her, enjoying each gasp that escaped her mouth when he did. She felt like he was in control, just what she wanted. His lips came down to attach to her neck, kissing and sucking as he stroked his hand over the smooth of her skin there.
A nudge of her hand send Daniel’s hand wrapping around her throat as she offered him a teasing smile. His hand squeezed and he felt his cock twitch. “Fuck.” Daniel groaned, other hand moving up to fist around her hair. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” The Aussie moaned, dropping his forehead against hers before giving her a bruising kiss. “Yeah.” She nodded, voice hoarse from his hand wrapped around there.
“You want it harder, baby?” He questioned, pushing his sweaty body up slightly, fist pinning her down to the bed by her hair. “Yeah.” She whined again, rolling her naked hips against his, pussy wrapping tighter around his cock. Daniel couldn’t control himself, nor could he stop the painfully loud squeaking of the mattress that must’ve been echoing to every single room that surrounded them. He didn’t give a shit, neither did she. Their sex was rough, careless, but full of emotion. When Daniel had hitched her up on the sofa, opening up the windows, he purposefully nuzzled his body as closely to hers as possible.
“What if people hear?” She sighed, rolling herself back onto his cock. Daniel’s teeth tightened at her slow movements. “They will.” He inched his cock deeper inside of her.
“Fuck, Daniel. Pull my hair again.” She hungrily spoke, turning over her shoulder to eye him up as he listened immediately. “Want you to fuck me so good.” She then spoke as his eyes fluttered shut, an exhale leaving his lips as he focused on anything but cumming deep inside her.
“Give it to me Daniel, please.” She begged. “Want you to hit me.” She wiggled her bum as his fingers tightened around her flesh, lifting and then falling to spank on the flesh below. The sensation of pain mixed in with pleasure left a pornographic sound to escape her lips.
Daniel did it again, and again, and again, before he couldn’t control himself anymore. His hips were snapping harder, faster into hers, the view of the city outside becoming overwhelming as she bit down into a pillow to avoid herself letting out the screams of pleasure she needed to.
“Daniel, Daniel.” She moaned out her name, he groaned in response. “Cum inside me, fuck, please give it to me. I’ve missed it so bad.” Fuck. How could he last when she was speaking like that?
“Fuck-” he could only choke out, the pace becoming bruising as he let go of her hair, snatching at both her hips to force back into his own. She was pleading, begging him through his orgasm, and as he felt himself growing nearer she let out a low cry of, “I love you, Daniel…” In that moment he’d never felt better. His orgasm washed over him, cum filling up her tightened little pussy as her words were thick on his mind. Shuddering and twitching, he carefully rode her through his orgasm, tensing every muscle in his body as he did so.
His body collapsed on hers, large hands engulfing hers, lips kissing the back of her shoulder. “Fuck… I love you too…” Finally…
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#daniel ricciardo x you#daniel ricciardo smut#daniel ricciardo x reader#Daniel Ricciardo x reader smut
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re your latest post on age gaps in the context of rosquez rfp (re your divorce fic), now you made me curious if anyone (alex? marc's parents? dani?) see it coming/felt that this level of closeness between rosquez was concerning? did vale ever have doubts about it (maybe we see this in part 2?) but also iirc irl vale's partner has the exact same age gap as him and marc so probably vale never considered it. BUT also vale seemed like a peter pan archetype to me like he has become somewhat mentally static after reaching a certain age.
a draft post I had: if you catch me on a delusional day and told me to pick any of my rpf pairings and ask which one would most likely happened in an alternate universe, i am answering rosquez! but sometimes i get my braincells back and i think holy shit, their best years were when marc was only 20/21 and valentino was FOURTEEN years older and it's soooo fucked up... yet them fucking would honestly solve the mystery of why reconciliation is so difficult too…. white lady from the white lotus voice: “why are you with this old guy?? does he have lots of money???”
I think marc eats the age gap up but sometimes he absolutely hates it especially when vale lords it over him in fights I do remember insinuating in the fic that a lot of people closer to the wedding day did question marc and said he should wait till he was older but he just dismissed it. I feel like dani would do this, but at the end of the day he was just a teammate I am so unconfident in characterizing marc's parents that I tend not to do it at all, like at first I imagine theyre shocked but also they probably just think ah vale will break marc's heart but marc is young and heartbreaks happen and he'll get over it (plus you gotta remember vale's personality hits like crack for a lot of people and he was probably being really sweet to marc's parents) what is far more unexpected is the entire actual marriage but to me they always seemed like parents who wouldn't mind letting their kids take risks and also could they have really stopped marc? probably not :| with Alex my thinking was he was quite young when this would've been going on, so I dont think he was thinking much of it either when he was likely also a big fan of valentino and thought it was super cool to have vale around all the time on to the big man himself.... I'll maintain that if marc didnt win in 2013 they would NOT have gotten married, but because he did then for vale it was like why not, let me legally tie myself to this man who I kinda win through vicariously, not expecting he'd ever get the chance for another championship like in 2015. I also agree that I dont think a big age gap is that much of an issue for vale either considering how old his current irl partner is (THOUGH consider how weird it would be if vale was dating and married a 20yo GIRL at 34, thats really ew ngl) it's also hilarious to me cause if you lined up vale's irl partner, Marc, Gemma, and Alex and told me these were four siblings I would totally believe it which is kinda weird in its own way a character I do kinda like writing is actually UCCIO cause he's the one thats always like OMFG DONT DO IT!!! DONT DO IT VALE!!! and then vale does it anyway. to me he's that responsible ride or die friend which I kinda resonate with even though I think hes evil :)
#divorce fic!!!#yes marc was an adult but think about anyone you know at 20 dating someone at 34 and it starts to feel very disturbing#rosquez
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Finding their child sleeping near the front door

[ SCENARIO ] [ Shuichi, Kaede, Hero, Mari ]
[ Danganronpa V3 Killing Harmony ] [ Omori ]

× The characters are aged up!
I don't remember how I get this idea but omfg is so cuuuuute and wholesome 😭❤️❤️❤️ I been wanting to write this for a long time
We are just going to ignore Mari's canon event 💀 (at least on her part)
Shuichi Saihara
Over the years Shuichi has grown more confident of himself, he still feels anxious sometimes but he trust himself more and more, as well he trust more in others. However becoming a father is something that almost make him returt to his young self, at least at first, is just that being a father means having someone else's life in your hands, is a big responsability but when the moment it comes he is sure that this is what he wants
Shuichi always works hard to be able to provide his family, even if he isn't the only one handling it he can't help but always want to do his best, he may sometimes get really stressed for work but for him his family is completely worthy of such efforts
Whenever Shuichi has a particular difficult case to solve and he knows he will be working until pretty late he wants to know before hand so he will be prepare and let everything ready for his family, for example in case he has to call a babysitter or even ask one of his friends to please take care of his child while he is out, Shuichi really hates having to leave you alone, even if you already aren't too young. However there are sometimes he has to stay until late night unforeseen and even in those moments he do everything in his power to make sure you won't be alone
It could be either that he didn't manage to contact someone to look for you or that person goes away since is pretty late and you were already sleep, or maybe even the person taking care of you fall sleep, in either case you were awake and you wanted your father, so you decided to stay close to the front door to be there when he gets home, but while waiting tiredness got the better of you and you fall sleep
When Shuichi gets home he tries to be as silent as posible and still he notice you sleeping in the floor almost immediatly, gasping out of suprise but quickly covering his mouth not wanting to wake you up. Shuichi is immediatly worried about you, why you were sleeping there? You could catch a cold or hurt your back for sleeping in the floor!
Shuichi take you from the floor as careful as posible and walks towards your room while thinking on what could be the reason of this, and guilty quickly fullfil Shuichi when he think that y probably you were wanting for him, maybe you wanted to see him, maybe you were feeling lonely, maybe something has scared you or maybe you had a nightmare, he doesn't know and yet all the posibilities just make Shuichi feel worst, holding you closer to him but still gently while trying to hold back his tears
At the end he bring you to his own room to sleep by your side, Shuichi feels terrible for leaving you alone (specially when is so dark outside) and he wants to make it up for you so the next day he will make sure to accommodate his schedule to make some space to be able to spend more time with you, maybe taking a free day to be with you, as well the next day he will ask you about what happened last night (but he wil be a little hesitant while asking you and will definitely apologize for leaving you alone during the night)
Even if it was just because something sweet and silly like wanting to greet him when he comes home he won't stop feeling so bad about it, but will ask you to please don't do it again (or at least wait in the sofa and not in the floor)
Kaede Akamatsu
Kaede has always been optimistic and caring towards everyone, always having a smile to offer and as the time pass she never lost that optimism but learns to be a little more confident on herself
The moment she decides to become a mother she is quickly excited by the idea and start to plan everything, although, as excited she can be about the idea Kaede takes a while to think about it in a more serious manner, having a child isn't just nothing and needs to know that she will take that responsability, even when she is determinated she may be a little insecure and has worries but quickly brush them off saying to herself that she will do her best for her beloved child
Kaede wants to have everything planned because she wants to spend as much time she can with her little baby (specially on the early years) so even when she has work to do or have recitals to attend she tries her best to always have time for you and to always put attention to your needs
Kaede isn't fond of the idea of having to leave you alone (even when you aren't a baby anymore she still feel a little uneasy by it), even when Kaede organize her agenda to stay away the shortest possible time and ask in her work to let her bring you with her there are moments when inevitably she has to leave you, she feels really bad for doing it but quickly try to contact someone that could help her (asking her friends or directly hire a babysitter)
Before leaving you Kaede makes sure to reasure you that she will come back soon and ask you to please behaive, however as the night came and she didn't came yet you decided to wait for her near the front door, either by ignoring the babysitters ask to don't do it or even sneaking behind them
When Kaede is finally home she just sighs in relief, she was planning to pay you a visit on you room, where you're supposed to be, before finally being able to go to her room to rest, however it just take her a moment to notice you sleeping on the floor, and she is imediatly surprised for what she sees before being between finding it kinda cute and funny and to be worried about you
Kaede carefuly takes you from the floor while asking what are you doing there (not really expecting an answer), she make her way towards your room while apologizing for getting so late, in her way towards the room she relice that probably you were missing her or even get scare, holding you closer she apologize once again before giving you a kiss on the forehead, once on your room Kaede carefuly put you on the bed and cover you with the blankets, she just stays there with you, watching you sleep peacefuly and gently stroking your hair, like reasuring her that you are okay, she stays there with you for a moment before going to her own room
The next day, in the morning she tells you about how she found you on the floor the last night, she tries to joke a little saying that you looked cute but also tells you to don't do it again because you could get hurt or sick, after a moment Kaede finally apologize for letting you alone, saying that you probably were scare or worried without her so late at night (and she looks really sad for it), if it was actually that she will still feel a little bad and will hug you tightly, but if it was because you missed her she will just laugh at it and promise to make it up for you
Hero
As Hero grow up he slowly heal his wounds and makes peace with his past, growing to be able to look forward to the future
Hero is used to take care of his friends when he was younger, along with his two little siblings so he won't have any problem with taking care of his child, however he doubts a little about actually having one, he feels a little insecure not feeling complety sure about being a good father for his child, but when he does take his decision he promise to do his best
It isn't much problem to get ready for the moment when he can finally have his child with him, he knows what he needs and what he has to do, but he is nervous, he tend to doubt himself from time to time, still he keeps trying his best with everything
Hero tries to be with you as long as possible, however for his work he can't stay with you all the time, that doesn't mean he isn't there for you, he does tries to stay present and to be there for anything important and pay attention to all your needs and every little improvent that you have
Since he had a demanding work he is already used to hire someone to take care of you (sometimes he ask his brother or one of his friends to take care of you while he is out but not frecuently since he understand they have their own things to do), he doesn't like much leaving you alone to don't take risk of you having an accident or even feeling lonely, so even when you start to be self-sufficient he still hires someone
Sometimes he has to work until late or even has some emergency and he has to either stay a little longer or go to his workplace to atent it, in any case he tries to ask someone to take care of you (he won't be comfortable knowing that you are all alone in the house) and notify you about it, assuring you that he will try to come back soon and asking you to behaive with a cheerful voice
As the night came and he didn't come back it could be that you grew worried or wanted to see him, the person who is taking care of you insisted that Hero will come back soon, you should go back to sleep and that he wil be here once you wake up again, although that doesn't stoped you from deciding to wait for him beside the front door, wanting to see him just as he arrive home, but slowly you grow more and more tired and end up falling sleep on the floor
As Hero arrives home he had so much on his mind that it take him a moment to realice you were laying on the floor and another to react about it, and yet he is quickly to hold you in his arms, moving you away from the cold floor, he looks at you a little confused like trying to decipher what crossed your mind to think that sleeping there was a good idea
Sighing a little tired, Hero makes his way towards your room while thinking on it, a lot of posibilities cross his mind, from silly reasons (like you falling sleep while playing) to more serious reasons (such as you waiting for him), although Hero doesn't want to asume and prefer to wait until the next day to talk about it with you (still feeling a little bad about all of this)
The next day Hero will take a moment to ask you why did you do it, if it was because you were scare or because you missed him he will feel a little bad and apologize for leave you alone for so long, if it was for another silly reason he will scold you (but nor harshly), in any case Hero apologize and ask you to please don't do it again since sleeping on the floor can bring you problem and hurt you (he is just worried about you)
Mari
Mari has always been really cheerful and caring, and as she grows up she just learns more about life, changing for the best but continue being the cheerful girl she is
Mari has always been really close to his little brother and to all her friends when she was young, even having the opportunity to see them grow up too, making it pretty obvious that she is fond of the idea of forming a family on her own, having present the memories of her youth, and when she feels ready to become a mother she start to plan everything
When the moment it came Mari is really happy and promised to herself (and to you) to do her best for her beloved child, wanting to provide you and that you never lack anything
Mari has already a lot of experience with taking care of someone and is always really caring so it doesn't take her long to get used to it, still she tries to spend all the time she can with you as you grow up (she doesn't want to lose the opportunity to see you as you start doing things on your own)
Mari enjoys a lot all the time she spends with you, and for how caring she is she tries to always put a lot of attention to you (trying to be patient and caring, learning from the past), she tries to always have time for you and don't focus only on her work and the piano, however there are unforeseen moments where she has to leave you
Even if you weren't a toddler anymore Mari doesn't want to leave you alone so she tries to either contact one of her friends to aks the favor to take care of you while she is out or directly hire a babysitter (she isn't goint to be calm if she has to leave you all by your own, even if you insist that you will be alright)
She promised that it won't take her long and she actually tries to do her work quickly and don't waste much time, specially when the night cames. As the night falls and she doesn't came home yet you decided to wait for her near the front door, really wanting to see her, but, soon or later, tiredness start to win you and you end up falling sleep on the floor
When she finally cames home she quickly gets in, a little lost on her thoughts but not enough to don't notice you, she does almost immediatly, Mari takes a moment before kneeling in front of you and asking you what you were doing there while strocking your hair gently, she can't help but take a moment to admire the scenario, thinking that you were probably missing her, with a soft laugh she carefuly takes you from the floor, holding you close while making her way towards her room
Mari doesn't think further on it and prefer to just keep you close, like trying to comfort you and saying that she is home before tucking you in bed with her and hold you close, wishing you good night with a soft kiss before falling sleep too
The next day she will bring up the topic by first saying teasingly that the floor isn't the best place to sleep on, laughing a little before explaining that she found you on the floor last night, she ask you why did you do it, if it was because you were scare or troubled she hugs you tightly and apologize with a smile, trying to comfort you and ask you what was troubling you, if it was because you missed her she apologize in a more carefree way and promise to make it up to you. She promise to try to don't come back so late at night again if you promise to don't sleep on the floor again

#danganronpa x reader#danganronpa v3 x reader#shuichi saihara#shuichi saihara x reader#shuichi x reader#kaede akamatsu#kaede akamatsu x reader#kaede x reader#omori x reader#omori hero#omori hero x reader#hero x reader#omori mari#omori mari x reader#mari x reader#x reader#x gn reader#x child reader#headcanons
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Gregory Violet head cannons + NSFW
Season 4 of black butler has me thinking about a certain emo (Gregory not ceil but check out my friend @serve-corps if your into that) but like omfg he's so fine what for and like man wears lipstick I just he's so adorable I've never wanted to own the manga more in my life he's so- I should stop but like aaaaaa so this is head cannons mixed with actual cannon that was on the fandom wiki so that's fun I was thinking of writing a full story later but for now....
this is head cannons, and at the bottom, I'll have a warning for my nsfw thoughts. lol, just remember you're responsible for your Internet consumption, but before i get into this, it's all my opinions. Don't take it as gospel or anything like that, im having fun, alright? okay then.
Little head cannons
-he likes poetry. He gives that vibe like come on...(literally an hour later) Okay, so like, just seen a manga page of him drawing a jabberwocky around ceil like a sleep paralysis demon. a little back story on this particular poem is "a nonsensical poem about the killing of the jabberwocky" in 1871, apparently. this is very relatable to ceil and Gregory alike and like Google it for real (so like I was completely right about that and I didn't even know)
he smells like a mix of charcoal and acrylic paint like dusty but kinda nice, ya know (i go back to this further down)
-why dose he seem like he has autism, i cant explain it but, i have it to, so I'm not trying to be rude, but the bowtie he wears is like a normal tie but looser and nicer. and i hate ties, so i feel that in my soul. he also seems like he wouldn't like synthetic material idfk. also social situations suck, his voice is mostly monotone and quite, its not the typical "not understanding cues or not getting jokes" but its more like a social anxiety thing, and that's usually diagnosed with autism i think? (I'm not a doctor i don't really know. Maybe I'm projecting here a little)
-he's like defo bi or pan or perhaps an ace group. I'm not that educated on that lgbtq+ aspect apologies but that's the vibe (again, that's my opinion)
Dating head cannons male or female [brackets if pointed to someone with tits lol]
-bones. Need I say more? I like bones and rocks soooo be like, otters give him a bone (not like that-) or rocks he strikes me as a rock guy like smooth ones. idk how, but just get one he deserves it.
-painting dates if you struggle, he can easily guide you through it, his hand gently moving to help you use the right brush stroke. he's clearly more skilled in pencil/charcoal works, though we haven't seen much else [that takes skill and I take art like damn that's difficult]
-So apparently the sun and dancing makes him dizzy (it was on the fandom wiki) so definitely have water on hand and well he doesn't seem like the type to like anything plain becuse of the drink mixing so water is a no go to boring and i get that so grab one of those ball tea infusers and make flavoured water he can put the flavours in it like idk lemon slices and let it sit in the water maybe add suger (wait thats just flat lemonade lol whatever I'm a genius ik don't flatter me)
-stolen hoodie? Nah, stollen emo robe looking ass. it seems everyone in purple house has one, and well, yall could swap, or ya know, just wear his. if he has another obvious man is never seen without it, it could be a comfort for him. but like, he seems like he would have a bigger one, and it would smell so nice like charcoal and acrylic paint (that i mentioned earlier). Don't question it, but you can smell that, right? but there's a hint of passion fruit becuse he's trying for you (aw how cute) you can not tell me he doesn't like perfume and like its either passion fruit or cola adjacent like i know it probably wasn't around at the time but like you can see it (maybe i based this on a meme i found but shush)
-you paint each others nails need i say more? and even if you dont like/want to, he would just like to take time off with you to do his own or you do his. oh my god, I just remembered he wears eyeliner the same thing, but he likes you doing it. For some reason, you're better at it, and he doesn't want panda eyes.
-sneaking out at late to hide behind the boarding house, to just chill or chat, looking at the stars. It's a nice area, but yall gotta dodge the house master most of the time. Still, a little thrill never hurt nobody, just maybe given a Y or two if you're caught.
-hiding in your shoulder when the sun or people get too much to deal with. (I feel that so much)
-Gregory is a mix when it comes to pda. Overall, he doesn't like it could be a little overwhelming for him, but when yall with the other prefects, he might hold your hand, he's trying, and we love him for it.
-Gregory seems to observe his friends a lot, and so i think he truly values any relationships he has with anyone. on a whole, he usually draws people that are around him, like ceil, and i think i seen one of Lawrence. (idk i don't have the manga) so i think he would have a lot of sketches of you, be it in his work as doodles, or fully fledge charcoal drawings, maybe even a painting. but he values and enjoys being with you a lot.
-little snacks like fruit and chocolate almost like a picnic in the swan gazebo, but ya know not sharing with everyone unless Gregory wants to, also the fact your with the others in the swan gazebo is becuse, 1 your allowed to be there they've invited others before, 2 you get along with the prefects and drudges and they really don't care, 3 your either his drudge or the first two already applied before hand so you both seen no point in doing that.
okay, so i can't think of anything else wholesome to put down, and i just can't stop thinking, so now this is the warning I REPEAT NSFW BEOYNED THIS POINT!! ALSO HE IS 18-19 ACORDING TO GOOGLE
NSFW head cannons
- some general things, he's a switch or power bottom idk but i can see it so much he prefers you on top, though
-favourite body part would be chest. tits or not [but defo would love them so much like a stress toy] or the space between shoulder and neck, to hide in and bite....(he is a wolf lmao)
-right, so first off lipstick. oh my god... imagining it smeared in places and having prominent marks on your body made by him, like hickeys but removable. and like after he gives head, it would get so messed up on his face or you and just kissing him with it like that, getting some on your lips... (jesus, i need to touch grass)
-he likes art obviously, and well going back to the lipstick and hickeys, he wants to see what colour they turn, your like a brand new canvas just begging to be painted on by him, and honestly vice versa he's too pretty not to mark up..... (no comment)
-this is an all boys school they most likely don't have sex ed here and so you would have to teach him what to do but once he knows it kinda clicks right ya know [another reason i think he would just love titties becuse he wants to learn and i mean like he would get kinda fascinated with them] also he would be really sensitive in general and that's a great advantage to top (but hey you didnt hear that from me 0^0)
okay then that was that and ive run out of ideas now and i need to get this out of me ive got like 2 more things to write about this emo becuse i love and relate to him so much anyway hope that was good i try to be accurate even though this is head cannons and not real at all im still trying to be in character sorry if my writing sucks :)
#black butler#kuroshitsuji#gregory violet#violet wolf#violet wolf house#headcanon#head canon#implied smut#implied sex#love bites#take a bite 🍑#god what is wrong with me#why the fuck#fuck my life#autisum#emo brainrot#my writing#fanfic
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I really for a long time wanted to ask how you got your feet wet in critical theory! Would you say you just kept searching, devouring anything on the internet, or maybe it was through reading other zines, or maybe it was from academic work that you got introduced to it? TLDR: Looking for enlightenment and don't know how to start! -C
hi c! :) i’m excited to hear you’re interested in theory! i’ll tell you a little about how i got into reading more of it, and then i’ll see if i have any tips.
the TRUTH is embarrassing. i got into philosophy in high school because i did competitive debate and it was really popular at the time to argue shit like “there’s no point in debating at all as long as we’re engaging in capitalist frameworks. so whoever best deconstructs it in this round wins” and hope that your opponent wasn’t ready for the marx bomb. so i read marx, nietzsche, baudrillard, and so on. this probably scared the hell out of exactly one person who grew up in that same milieu, so whoever you are, sorry.
i read more philosophy in college for classes, but about partway through i came to realize i did not care about the nature of truth or the meaning of goodness or life and other philosophical questions. i just liked making spurious arguments and calling things gay. by this point of course it was too “late” (it’s never too late) to do anything like change my course of study and so instead i just terrorized people by getting really into freud for fun and bringing him up at every possible opportunity. incidentally, why freud? well i read gender trouble and mx dr butler made him sound so seductive and exciting. like [guy who’s extremely depressed and dysphoric voice] what if you get a gender because of melancholic identification. and it has something to do with your mother.
but doing a lot of self directed reading didn’t really come until i had started writing for fun and was continuously bumping up against the limits of my knowledge. for instance, i had written a version of my kpop fanfiction essay early on, but without having read david eng, i was reinventing the wheel. so when i encountered him it was transformative. the thing about theory is that yes i find it beautiful like literature but also. it’s also really a means to an end. a tool for making sense of the world, telling stories, making meaning, whatever you want to call it.
SO. my personal history aside (i’m just sharing it because i find it funny) my number one suggestion is just to write. it doesn’t have to be original at all. you can just summarize things you find interesting. but once you start researching for fun—which can involve reading academic books, zines, blogs from former philosophy students, whatever—it becomes easier and more interesting to read. at this point, several years into my bullshit, i do also reference stuff i’ve already read. but actually, maybe half the time i cite something i got into it specifically to write that essay. imagine it like a cat bringing you a dead rat as a gift. except the rat is something new i’ve learned.
this may seem unhelpful, considering that the one time someone asked me how to get into writing, i suggested reading. like. omfg bitch chicken or egg. PICK ONE!!!!! but reading and writing are like a conversation to me. you can and should listen to the existing conversation, but if you wanna have fun, you also can and should start talking!! the most important tip from THAT post imo is the suggestion to liveblog theory like it’s something with a fandom. screenshot your favorite lines. add reactions. make memes. i have terminal poster’s brain and that’s what helps me personally digest difficult things.
anyway. all this to say. 1) there’s no wrong way (or right way) to get into reading theory. you can do it for nerd slapfights you can do it for blorboposting you can do it for personal betterment you can even do it for a grade. the important part is just that you start. 2) once you start, if you have a purpose [like writing. or posting, which is also writing if you think about it] it’s easier to stay motivated and helps give you ideas for what to read next.
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HIIII IM LITERALLY OBSESSED W YOUR WORK LIKE OMFG KEEP IT UP <3 Can you write trevor x shy! chubby/fat reader smut 😼
hi hiiii !! i could not have asked for a better first nsfw request than this one 😭😭 i had SO MUCH fun with this prompt........ trevor/shy, chubby girl is licherally my specialty so tysm for sending it in 💕💕💕!
i have got to start remembering to add gifs to these posts......
pairing: chubby and shy fem reader/Trevor
summary: One night, the raunchy pickup lines of a strange man lure you from the bar you two met in to his trailer. Your nerves make your attempt at hooking up a bit difficult at first, but he knows just how to put your mind at ease.
cw's: explicit smut
wordcount: 2,747
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“C’mon, sugar. Don’t get shy on me now.”
Your eyes darted up to meet those of the man who’s lips you’d just unlocked your own from. But even in the dim of his cluttered room, you couldn’t meet his gaze. It was so intense it felt like it would burn straight through your retinas.
“S–Sorry,” you muttered, staring at the cover of a porn mag on his crumpled comforter. A blonde woman in a red bikini, her long limbs perfectly posed, her stomach flat beneath the hint of ribcage under her impossibly round, perky breasts, graced the cover. The apprehension in your stomach quitched. You wondered if, despite Trevor’s interest in getting you out of the Yellow Jack and into his trailer the moment you acquiesced to his raunchy pickup lines, that was the type of woman he was into.
He groaned beside you. Flopped down with his back against the headboard of his bed.
“And stop fucking apologizing,” he said, tugging at the back of your shirt. You relented and scooted yourself back to sit beside him.
You knew the “sorry”’s were getting repetitive at this point. You’d squeaked one when you’d tripped over an empty pizza box on the way to his bed and caught yourself against him. You’d murmured another when you’d miscalculated which way to tilt your head when he’d first gone in for a kiss, causing the tips of your noses to bump against each other.
“I’m—” Your sentence got cut off by him reaching over to fondle one of your breasts. The warmth of his calloused palm seeped through your shirt and bra. Your nipple, which had perked up to attention the second his mouth had come down on yours a few minutes earlier, rolled beneath his hand. You made a whimpering sound in the back of your throat before refinding the strength to breathe out: “I–I’m just kinda nervous is all.”
“Nervous? Why?” He cupped your tit from below now, lifting it away from your chest, feeling out its weight and the way the soft flesh conformed to his hand. “You scared? ‘Cuz I promise I’m not gonna hurtcha, sweetheart. Unless you want me to. Orrr… Maybe you’d wanna hurt me? I’m always down for any of that kinky shit.”
“I–I don’t know why,” you huffed. As you spoke, Trevor’s free hand snaked its way to your thigh. He gave it an experimental squeeze. “I just am.”
But you did know why. It was the same type of shyness that dewed your forehead with sweat and cinched your vocal chords shut, making your words shaky, whenever you found yourself in an intimate situation. Anxiety that you’d do or say something awkward. That your partner wouldn’t like what they found underneath your clothes. It had increased tenfold the usual tonight though, because you’d found yourself here, in the bed of a man with years more experience than you, who you’d already sensed had a hair–trigger temper.
Trevor didn’t catch onto your lie, thankfully.
The hand on your thigh nudged upwards, leveraging your legs apart by a few inches.
“Don’t be nervous,” he cooed against the side of your head. His breath, malty with the half dozen beers he’d drank at the Yellow Jack while trying to woo you, curled warm against the shell of your ear. “Just relax… Relax and let Uncle T take care of ya.”
The nickname made your stomach roll over itself. In a bad way or a good way, you couldn’t be sure. Maybe both. What you were sure of, was that the moment Trevor finished with undoing the zipper of your jeans, he would find a pair of panties that’d already been soaked through with excitement.
A rolling growl came out of him when he made this little discovery.
“Nervous but wet as hell,” he said, clearly proud of himself for eliciting this reaction.
He squeezed your sex, testing the plushness of the area. The wetness spread underneath the cotton of your panties. You let out an airy moan.
With one hand still shoved down your pants, he moved to tug at the neckline of your shirt with his other.
“How about we get all these pesky clothes off, eh?” he crooned.
“W–Wait,” you suddenly cried, grabbing his wrist.
He jerked his head away from its spot beside yours. Flashed you an annoyed glare. You swallowed.
“I… Can I… I–Is it okay if I keep my shirt on?”
Trevor guffawed with sheer disbelief, as if you’d just told him to forget all the flirting and the brief makeout session you’d already shared, you’d actually changed your mind about fucking and would rather just watch a movie together.
“Why the fuck would you wanna do that?” he asked gruffly. “C’mon. I wanna see those tits bounce while I’m fucking you.”
“I’m…” Worried you won’t find me attractive. Worried you’ll say something mean. Worried you’ll change your mind about doing this. “…Nervous.”
He continued his confused glare. You ducked your head down, staring again at the porn magazine by your foot. A painful, silent minute spun out. Then, Trevor clicked his tongue against his teeth.
“Listen to me. You are sexy as hell. You know that?” he said, his voice more low and even than it’d been a moment ago. You felt a bit embarrassed that he’d caught on to your need for validation, but overwhelmingly glad that he was freely giving it. “The, ah, ancient peoples… Greeks or Romans or whatever… They used to make statues of Venus—y’know, the goddess of fucking—with your type of figure.”
You glanced up at him. “Really?”
“They sure as shit did. Know why? ‘Cuz they had good taste. They knew that the more a woman has, the more there is to love.” He grabbed at your tits again, this time manhandling as much as he could with just one hand. “I mean—look at these puppies! And you’re so fucking soft… All over. Christ. I could just eat you right up, sugar.”
You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, feeling your cheeks warm. Nobody had ever complimented you like this before. It felt good. It felt genuine.
It didn’t feel quite good enough to quell your shyness, though.
You bowed your head again and watched your hands worry at the hem of your shirt. Trevor let out a harsh sigh as you retreated back into yourself.
Suddenly, he let go of you and clambered out of bed. You looked up and watched as he stumbled over the same pizza box you had earlier, which made you giggle a bit. The giggle stopped when he reached for the fly of his jeans the second he was on his feet and, in one hard yank, pulled them and his briefs down. Your head snapped back to the familiar sight of your own lap. There was a moment of clothing rustling as he stripped himself.
“Look at me,” he said firmly once he was finished.
By the sound of his voice, you expected to see another glare pinching his features when you followed his command. But he was actually smirking. You tried to keep your eyes pinned to his, but they were far too intense and you were far too flustered. So, you let your gaze schlep down his bare body as he stood before you, restlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his arms outspread in presentation.
Your attention caught on certain parts. His broad chest covered in a smattering of dark hair. The hard muscle filling out his shoulders. The way his waist tapered slightly inwards. A couple–inch–long scar just below his left ribs. His lean but not entirely flat stomach. The trail of hair that started just above his navel and ran down to—
You flicked your attention back up, settling on the ridge of his collarbone.
“Your turn now, princess,” he purred. “Don’t you know it’s weird to be the only fully–dressed person in a room?”
You looked him in the face and gave him a smile now.
“I… Well. O–Okay.” You added, a bit more demurely: “If you help me.”
“Atta girl,” he muttered, stepping up to the edge of the bed again.
He grabbed at the hem of your shirt and tugged up, encouraging you to straighten your arms over your head.
Being undressed by him was oddly comforting. The way he struggled with unclasping your bra and unzipping your jeans, growling curses at himself as his fingers slipped in his excitement, made you feel wanted. Desired. Needed. He grabbed random palmfuls of the softest parts of your body as he went, kneading them with shaky appreciation.
After he’d hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down and off of your legs, he paused for a moment. Standing over you as you sat on the edge of his bed, he drank in the full sight of your naked body. His dilated pupils jittered as they traced your soft curves.
“Look at you.” There was hunger in his voice, the corners of his mouth rising into another predatory smirk. You closed your eyes and tilted your chin to your chest, bashfully smiling. “Even fucking better than I imagined.”
A hand cupped your chin. Your head was thrown back and suddenly, his mouth was on yours again.
He shoved his tongue against yours. Breathless groaning leaked out from between his lips. You tasted them; drank in his desperate exhales and the bitterness of smoked cigarettes and downed beers and burned crystal. Part of you knew you should be disgusted. The other part, which was quickly ballooning into not just a part but a whole, told you to enjoy this—to enjoy all of him as he was enjoying all of you.
Before you knew it, you were on your back. He hunched over you, his broad silhouette blocking the weak light of the bare bulb hung from his ceiling. As he got closer, bending further, you felt something hot and hard and slick bump against one of your knees. You reached out blindly as you continued to kiss him, feeling for his erection. Your hand instinctively wrapped around it the moment your fingertips brushed against its head. Heavy and solid and wrapped with surprisingly soft skin, his cock completely filled your palm. You found that it was quite short, too, as you began to lazily pump it. Didn’t matter. Your fingers couldn’t even close all the way around him, he was so thick. A throb that felt both tightening and loosening at once travelled through your sex when you thought about just how far he would stretch you out.
Trevor hissed against your mouth, his frame suddenly drawing up tight. He bit at your bottom lip; tugged at it and growled around it.
“Fuck the foreplay. I think we’re both plenty ready.”
You murmured an affirmative sound against his lips, and he straightened himself up from you.
This time, you shamelessly admired his whole body as he moved to his bedside table and rummaged around in its drawer for a condom. A trickle of precum had leaked from the bulbous, red tip of his cock. There was a slight curve to his erection that you knew would press against that sweet spot tucked up inside of you just perfectly. It twitched against his fingers as he shakily rolled a condom down its length.
When he turned to you, he was grinning again. Your lower abdomen felt like it’d been turned to liquid. And as he grabbed you by the hips and yanked your ass to the very edge of his bed, spreading your thighs for himself, you felt that liquid seep from you. You briefly wondered if you’d ever been wetter; quickly decided you hadn’t.
Trevor reached down between the two of you to guide his cock. You felt him bump up against your sex. He made a few jerking passes up and down your slit, teasing you, nudging maddeningly briefly up against your throbbing clit before going back down to press against your entrance.
Your mouth dropped open when he finally eased his cock into your pussy. As your body stretched to accommodate him, pain bloomed deep inside you. He buckled forward, planting his hands outside your shoulders. You watched him wince and felt yourself grimacing, as well.
“Fuck,” he hissed through grit teeth. “You’re so fucking tight.”
You tried to say that no, maybe he was just big, but then he canted hips further, fully sheathing himself with a quiet squelch. Your words turned into a mewl. He chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah… Thaaat’s it, sugar,” he breathed, straightening himself up again and yanking you even closer to him by your hips, until you could feel his balls pressing warm and soft against your ass. “Make those pretty little sounds for me.”
And then he was fucking you. And it was good. Really good. So good that even if you didn’t want to make “pretty little sounds for him,” they would’ve involuntarily bubbled up out of you anyways.
Every thrust of his hips sent a burst of achey pleasure coursing through your insides. He was so close—perfectly painfully, utterly pleasurably close—to being too thick for you to handle, and yet the generous slick your sex had sopped itself with made it easy for him to piston in and out of you. Each jab into you knocked a grunt from his scarred, parted lips and a wet whimper from your own.
His pace quickly became messy. Faster. Jagged. You clutched at the threadbare comforter beneath you. Watched, and adored, the faint ripple of hidden muscle flexing and unflexing beneath the fat of his stomach as he fucked you while he watched every tantalizing bounce of your breasts. The heady scent of sex quickly filled the room, mingling with the wet sounds of your bodies smacking against each other, making your head swim.
Just a minute into it, Trevor suddenly drove forward as far as he could. You let out a keening moan as you felt him fully bury himself inside of you, your core on the verge of completely melting down from the sheer goodness of being so incredibly full of him.
“You look so fucking good at the end of my boy,” Trevor growled, moving his hands from the bed to your tits. He greedily filled each hand with one, your plush skin overflowing from the spaces between his fingers. “Like a fucking dream, baby. Shit, shit, shit, I–I love you. I love you so, so fucking much.”
His voice warbled over the sentiment. He began to thrust again, going hard, his movements shallow but primal, keeping his cock almost entirely buried inside of you. Itching, hot tension moved through your guts. You threw your head back. Reached out and grabbed at his forearms as his hold on your breasts turned crazed and almost painful. Felt the hard muscle under his scar–spattered skin as he held onto you and you onto him.
As quickly as it’d appeared, the tension inside of you mounted up. Every swing of his hips, every huffed breath, every gravelly groan, inched you closer and closer to a climax that was approaching with reckless abandon.
“Trevor,” you managed to gasp out. “I–I’m gonna cum.”
“Good, good, g–good girl,” Trevor rasped above you. “C’mon, c’mon. Cum for me; cum all over that dick, sweetness.”
The tension swirled and condensed, cinching up every aching muscle of your pussy. With one drawn–out moan, Trevor thrust into you as deep as he could once more and you came completely undone.
Climax ripped through you. Your back, damp with sweat, arched off the bed. Static burst behind your closed eyes. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock with the strength of a coiled spring shooting out then being pressed down again, over and over. In the white–hot haze of orgasm, you didn’t even notice that Trevor had stopped his thrusting until you felt his cock begin to pulsate right against your sweet spot, milked by the fluttering walls of your sex.
“I love you, I love you, I love you!” he whined.
He collapsed atop you once he was finished.
The two of you raced to catch your breaths. For how long, you didn’t know. All you knew was that, with his chest pressed against yours, the sweat of his skin mingling with yours and his cock slowly going soft inside of you, you felt more satisfied than you ever had before.
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MASTERPIECE AFTER MASTERPIECE GIRL I BOW TO YOU
It’s just how can we digest this last chapter without me screaming like a crazy person.
“And for some fucked up reason, Rafe actually enjoyed doing it.” LIKE OMG HOW CAN WE NOT FREAK OUT. READER IS NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH MINIONS RUNNING AROUND IN HER HEAD SCREAMING
AND KIE IN THIS CHAPTER“That’s why my only advice to you is,” she continued, her expression turning serious again, “Don’t let his bullshit slide. Ever. Rafe is a very difficult person but whatever he’s dealing with doesn’t excuse being an asshole.” Her features softened again as her eyes landed on your bracelet. “Still, I believe he has so much to give to the right person.” She met your gaze again. “Maybe it's you.” LIKE WE LOVE A SUPPORTING WHO ALSO MAKES SURES YOU TAKE NO SHIT FROM NO ONE I LOVE HOW YOU PORTRAY HER TRUE ESSENCE
AND THIS PART
“Heart pounding like mad, you stepped up to Rafe, hesitantly reaching for his arm. Your heart sank to your stomach when he grabbed your wrist tightly with his other hand, probably thinking it was Topper or Kelce.
“Rafe,” you said, voice shaking.
His head snapped toward you, and for a second, you thought he’d push you away but the moment his blown-wide pupils met your eyes, his grip immediately loosened, his brows twitching as he stared at you.” IM A HUGE SUCKER FOR THIS TYPE OF ANGST. I NEED TO KNOW WHAF HE WAS THINKING WHEN HE SAW THAT HE WAS HURTING HER UNINTENTIONALLY
I WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO CRY IN THIS SCENE “
I’m so stupid. So, so stupid for thinking I could handle him. So fucking stupid for running after him and—
"Don’t leave."” LIKE ONG HES JUST SO BROKEN AND DOESNT KNOW HOW TO COMUNICATE *I CAN FIX HIM*
“But you didn’t complain. Didn’t flinch. Because maybe that was exactly where you wanted it to be.” AND THE ENDING I MEAN WAY TO MAKE ME GO INTO FULL HEART ATTACK MODE. MY APPLEWATCH WAS LIKE YOUR HEARTRATE IS ELEVATED YOU MIGHT NEED TO TAKE A BREATH
I bow to ALL OF YOU for your endless love and support bc i started this acc with no real expectations and then the first few people wanted to be on my taglist for KMS and i was like WHAT, well and now the masterlist post has over 1k+ notes and JUST AHHHHHH
anyway :))))))
SOSOSOSOSO HAPPY ABOUT THE FEEDBACK ON THIS CHAPTER bc i feared i’m ruining the story with the new issue and WHEW
ANFJSK FR MY MINIONS BE RUNNING AROUND ALL THE TIME BC OF THEM
oh how i love that you think i portrayed kie in a way that respects her character bc she is SO complex imo and i HATE how they just threw her around from one boy to the next in the show. HONESTLY i wish she hadn’t ended up with JJ (or anyone tbh). i’m so sick of seeing fem characters just being love interests of the male characters
i feel like they could’ve explored her character more as a PERSON and not as a girlfriend of some boy. like, her being torn between being a kook and a pogue and not truly belonging to neither since being a kid and more bonding between sarah and cleo UGHHH COULD GO ON FOREVER (also if they gonna go down the riara route in s5 i’m gonna loose my fucking shit bc leave that girl alone ong, can she stay single for ONE second (plus dislike the riara ship as lovers sm for so many reasons anyway;; sibling like/platonic? HELL YEAH tho)) ANYWAY SORRY FOR SPIRALING HERE
back to your actual ask
OMFG YES LOVED WRITING THE ANGST IN THIS PART AND AHHHH rafe was probably so stunned seeing her there and poor boy’s heart was probably dropping straight through the floor at the fact he hurt her 😭😭
SRSLY JUST RAFE + ANGST. i snort that shit up like coke
and honestly i feel like the ending kinda flopped a little or rather it was the weakest part of the chapter bc we got this crazy buildup and emotional lashing out and idk it feels like i could’ve done more, considering how essential this chapter was for them
then again, i believe that’s just how things are with them. they argue and drive each other up a wall but they can go straight back to this lighter dynamic (not me gaslighting myself here)
MUCH LOVE TO YOU FOR SHARING YOUR THOUGHTS 🫶🏼
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ego-osbourne is over party / Serana funeral post
This has been a long time coming but unfortunately I think I’m going to be removing Serana as a main party member in The Dez Illusion :((
If you’re in the Cult Server you know, but if you’re not then woof let me tell you. I have been. dying.
I’ll put my reasonings below the cut but in short: she won’t be completely cut from TDI, but she will be reduced to a side/joke character. She’ll pop in every once in a while as this mysterious figure, do something cool or funny, vaguely say things about the Dawnguard DLC like she’s doing it all herself, and then dip. Weh
As I said, this has been a long time coming. It’s not a decision I make lightly, either. Serana has been an og member of the masquerade, one of the original three (Ego, Erandur, and Serana). I have gone back and forth struggling trying to keep her in, re-re-reevaluating the Dawnguard DLC, rewriting it, scrapping it and starting anew, trying to find anything substantial that could help Serana tie in narratively with the rest of TDI, but to no luck. Here are my exact issues:
The Dawnguard DLC is BULL-FUCKING-SHIT. Emil. You and your plot holes.
The Dawnguard DLC is too far removed from the main quest, and therefore from the main plot of TDI. That’s kind of intentional on the game’s part, as the DLC came out with the assumption that players had already done the main quest. Unfortunately, trying to write it alongside the main quest has proved to be very difficult for me.
The Dawnguard DLC is too big. I am writing TDI like a D&D party, which already makes it a big fic on its own, and have gone through a lot of revisions to give each major character a concise and impactful arc. Nearly every main character has ~2 big events that transpire to outline their character arcs, and that’s plenty enough with how many party members there are. Serana, with the Dawnguard DLC, has like. 5 major events that happen (big ass introduction + deliverance to Castle Volkihar/Fort Dawnguard + Moth Priest + Soul Cairn + Forgotten Vale + Kill Dad + omfg….) Upon trying to fix this, I attempted to find ways to shave down story beats, or change the story altogether (like I did for Ancano in Winterhold), but found it led to many more roadblocks:
Would changing Serana’s story entirely feel cheap to readers? This was a lesser issue I had but an issue nonetheless. I know a lot of Serana’s appeal is what Dawnguard brings to the table, but I was having so much trouble with the Dawnguard plot as it stood, have grown very very tired of trying to fix Emil’s plot holes.
I couldn’t even find a good way TO shorten it.
Apart from this, I was beginning to doubt Serana’s relevance to Ego as a whole. Her character involves a lot of familial trauma that almost nobody in the Masq related to or could connect with, at least not in the same way as her. I began to realize that when I removed Serana from TDI, not a whole lot changed, and, worse, it made things much less… stressful for me to write about. I was having more fun when I was able to worry less about making Serana work. And that was kind of my wake up call.
I tried to fight it but after a good couple weeks of groveling at the idea of giving Serana a much lesser role, I think it’s for the best. If TDI isn’t fun to write then I’ll never write it. And, with her leaving, I can prop up Delphine a bit more, and she has more narrative potential to give in relation to Ego and the wider story. It’s unfortunate but I think it’s what I’m ultimately deciding on. So. Waa.
Just mentioning it now so that when I do start writing TDI no one (or, at least, less people) will be confused as to why she’s not a major player. In another life Ego has a sister, but not this life. Wagh.
I’ll probably still draw her some I spent way too long trying to figure out her design but she won’t be considered one of the masq kids anymore :((
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Sooo...what is Eli? Not sure if you've answered this anywhere else before...They're some kind of eldritch abomination right? Could you elaborate on that?
I wouldn’t go that far as calling him eldritch abomination idk why… that sounds too great of a title? their dad is one tho. I will point some of the characteristics of eldritch abominations and if Eli has those or not because i'm not sure myself, also i'm not an expert this is for fun and don’t have a lot of info about it so blehhh):
(LONG ASS POST BELOW OMFG) (cw for slight body horror talk like always, murder mentions too, also my bad writing and punctuation yeyy)
The problem with Eldritch abominations is that it’s difficult to visually depict them since it’s better when they lack form, when you look at it you lose fear, they become comprehensible in a visual way if it’s not moving or difficult to find a form that produces the fear of the unknown or possible threat). There is also the feeling of fear that comes with looking at those entities, it can have an explanation or just be triggered by the fact that the creature is breaking reality, but with Eli is just a little uncomfortable feeling in people, nothing maddening. Eli has a recognizable form even if it's changes a lot, so it loses that touch a little bit. I personally don't find her monster form that horrible, for me it's more on the cute side (-1 point for Eli booo tomato tomato tomat-)
Eli reshapes reality in:
Themselves, their own code with their physical form, but they do this without touching the code in a manual/direct way, their own willingness produces a change in it. Also their ability to disfigure, reshape or alter the body of others and change their code can be an example too.
The surroundings (against Eli's will), it gets affected because they are something that shouldn't exist or doesn’t belong in that reality (and that’s what they feel, it’s like a materialization of their thoughts in a sense; im not saying their mind has control over the surroundings, this is just a small fact). Things like terrestrial animals freezing just by being near them (this doesn’t affect humans since Eli is half human) or fish getting meters away from them (their dad comes from the sea so the creatures of that ‘realm’ know what to do, while animals of land kind of short circuit accepting their possible death). Eli also causes a small uncomfortable feeling in people, but that dissipates the more time they pass with them (ooo why ooo) so it doesn’t count (but this can be felt by other people that are ‘monsters’).
So it would be accurate in that aspect (+1 point Eli woo)
Eli’s existence also goes against natural laws as we know them. I was thinking that their existence could be explained by science in a far away future, because the thought that no one is going to be able to understand them kind of makes me sad but that’s just my personal view on them. The laws that they broke are life and death definitions (like the undead category; zombies, vampires etc), i don’t feel like explaining this right now sorry, but you can make yourself an idea with what i have said before. They also break some gravitational and physical laws (chunks of flesh floating in the air or even getting dissolved into it) anddd this is too much im leaving it there my head hurtsds (+1porintn eyeyyu)9
Eli can be killed. Difficult but possible. You just need to be smart about it. You don’t need to go to great lengths or a great sacrifice to make it happen. Some eldritch abominations can be killed, but a lot of times it's not easy to do so and requires a lot, so even though it’s not a requirement, it’s kind of meh (-1 point because yes, fuck Eli, get her ass, whathe flip)
Existing outside of reality? their reality is the game universe, but bear with me for a second. If we count Eli as in the game universe, you can see if from two perspectives: them as in the character and concept inside the game OR as the entity playing the game.
There is Eli as the character concept inside the game universe, with their background and other characters. Everything normal and fictional from here.
Aside from that we have Eli’s existence that's supposed to be outside of the game, ‘the player’, someone or something real. This would be the ‘being beyond our reality’ (the reality of the other characters), something not perceptible to the code. Actually a side note: i had an idea before that was for Eli to shape or have an impact on the code of the game through veins and flesh, but I don't want that to be in the game universe… it's just a funny thought… I'm making you lose time
Since the game has two sides to it i wanted to explain that from Eli's perspective, but the first one is the canon for my oc, the other is just an silly idea. It’s nothing out of the ordinary since it goes along the game’s themes
(+1 point but -1 point we didn’t go anywhere wohooo)
A danger for humanity? don’t get me started, yes (+1poitn ofr Elii don’tmakemetalkabouttheirdad’ssillyplannotimportant) also they kill people i already explained that before but not in detail but im not doing it here goodbye THISIS TOO LONG
Conclusion: if anyone read all that im so sorry, i hope you had time because that was a waste of it, you get a little kiss from idk anyone go claim that kiss to whoever be happy. Eli is probably an eldritch abomination to whoever deems them that way so its ok! i actually don’t call them that bc it sounds lonely, what do you mean beyond our comprehension? it will never be understood? that’s a little sad :( whathe hell. i can't deny it's sound kind of cool but I don't see Eli in that way
#🥩FleshingOut: Eli🥩#eldritch abomination#<- should i put the tw#oc#too many things to explain and i english is not my first language fuck my stupid baka life#i didn'teven explain all i wanted to. its too much#don't use this as reference for knowing what is an eldritch abomination and what not. since i don't know shit. i just searched a lil bit#that was fun tothink about but my brain feels like soup now#i like these topics bc i remember a lot of times the creator referring to Ren as an Eldritch being and now i see it with the characteristic#reshaping reality and having power on the code of the game. thinking like that it’s not so difficult to understand how he does it#if everything has a code and they are a hacker. who says our reality doesn’t work that way too.#there are a lot of things we can’t perceive. our senses have a limit and they don’t align with the limits of reality#but it’s ‘our’ reality so it doesn't really matter. its fun its 5 INTHE MORTNING GOODBEY#i need to sleep now im starting tosee stuff goodnight a litttle kiss to you tugs you to bed and passes out on the floor#thankyouoo forthe ask sorry i took long to answer aaa#🚪Ask received🚪
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Agatha All Along Ep 8 & 9 - spoilers!
Just my thoughts about the finale. And completely without structure. But damn, I needed to write this down.
Not what I expected but loved it so much
Strangely didn't make me cry while watching but it's such an incredibly sad and satisfying resolution to the Witches' Road story
They set it all up perfectly with how Billy created it. The road IS real, but it's also true that Billy made it.
The KISS. AND THE WAY SHE TOUCHED RIO'S FACE WHILE FLOATING AWAY
"Why don't you want me" 😭😭😭
The fact that Nicky and Agatha made the ballad...I am not ok!!!
Rio took him while Agatha was asleep OMFG no wonder Agatha hates her
It turned out to make so much sense that Rio is trying to kill Agatha and that Agatha hates her. The dynamic seems so logical now. I only don't get why Rio was trying to physically hurt her in ep 8 before they kissed. This whole struggle seemed kinda cruel. For someone who claims to love her.
Omg the way that Rio let the flowers grow on Agatha's grave, I AM NOT OK
And how Agatha kept killing witches for her son. That's so heartbreaking, I can't even. And then she kept going because it made her feel good for a moment. Like a drug addiction 😭😭😭
And I'm so glad that she is a ghost. Like, I wouldn't have recovered if she'd have permanently disappeared. And that Billy and her are a coven now - it's literally what I wanted most from this series ("spirit as my guide" OMG😭🙌🏼)
And in a way, Agatha and Rio are together now. In the truest way. Maybe the only way that's possible. Like, they are actually endgame. Tho it sort of seems a bit like a toxic relationship ngl. Rio is definitely in a strong position of power in this. And she may not actually take pleasure in hurting Agatha, but she's not too averse to it either. Idk. I'm still happy about it tho. It's such a difficult, unique and compelling dynamic. Like, I've already seen people complaining online that they killed off the lesbian and that there wasn't a happy ending. BUT THERE WAS. They literally ended up together, wdym?!
(She planted flowers in the yard on her way out 😭🤌🏼)
Also, she came back after all and they are looking for Tommy now together! So she's going to return! And I'll get my mentor relationship. So happy about this.
Also glad that Jen survived in the end. I didn't really care about her before, but the way she smiled when she got her power back changed everything for me.
Surprisingly I smiled a lot during the finale. Idk why. Logically, I should have cried. But the happy stuff got to me more intensely than the sad stuff for once.
Honestly I wish it would have made me more emotional. But it was too expected, I guess.
Also, I'm begging to get a backstory for Agatha and Rio. Like, they already knew each other when Nicky was born. And they looked like they had already broken up. So, where is my lesbian backstory?!
The fact that Rio let Agatha keep her son for 10 years at all is such a prove of her devotion. Man I'm on my knees.
And it's so devastating. Nicky basically died because he didn't wanna kill more witches. But then Agatha just kept killing them anyway. No wonder she's afraid to face him in the afterlife.
On another note....she's so pretty as a ghost 😍🔥 like. What?! The new dress, the hair, the makeup. Absolutely love it. They could have kept a bit of the black, but I still love it very much.
And I'm so attached to Billy now. I just want both of them to be happy. It's a shame that Jen left the coven. But I guess it was always supposed to be "coven two". From the very beginning. And omg can we talk about the fact that Agatha and Nicky made up the ballad together😭😭😭 that just changes EVERYTHING. She DID walk the road before. In the truest way. It's HER road. Billy may have made the trials real, but it was always a ballad about Agatha's road. OMG
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Behind Closed Doors: 'Something'
My Live Reactions to Reading Through My 2014 Novel
Honestly, I don't even care whether the chapter titles are strong, I'm just glad I have some divisions in this book
ADRIANA'S BACK HELL YEAH
She's sneaking her way through these city streets to go meet up with Fayina (the old lady who heads their coven)
'[Adriana] glared out into the snow, which had begun to pick up, and saw the face of her brother. "Val," Adriana acknowledged him dryly. "You're late, as usual." "Adriana, you know that I tried," Val argued, pushing his way past the door into the room. He turned to his little sister, arms thrown up in exasperation. "The owner of the pub didn't want me to leave early, and I had to run here as it is." This was very likely, and Adriana knew it, for the owner of the pub Valerie worked at strictly forbid his workers the permission to leave early. Still, the fact that he was late, once again, for a meeting she had reminded him constantly was of the utmost importance, bothered her to no end. Before showing him into the room Fayina was in, she shot her brother a glare.' (you can pry writing siblings from my cold, dead hands)
Oop she knows where Delroy is
'Fayina's voice shook with suppressed rage as she continued. "So you trusted a man who betrayed you?" "Given that he turned to become a butler for the cruelest Governor on the board of Governors, yes, I would consider it betrayal," Adriana told her stiffly.' (girl now is not the time to be snarky)
Truly nothing hits like complicated sibling dynamics. Val and Adriana were raised in a... difficult household, Val is older and made a break for it bc he had to get out of there, but he left Adriana behind because he couldn't provide for them both, and she's held resentment towards him ever since but they now work together regularly and have built up some degree of tentative trust *chef's kiss*
"There is one thing that may be done." "What is it?" Adriana and Val spoke in unison, and glanced at each other before turning back to Fayina. (like, come on!)
The 'one thing' is to take a dangerous journey to find the 'Talliod', who is essentially the Strongest Witch bc she's instilled with the spirit of the First Ever Witch, and those who survive the passage and meet her can have a brief window to utilize her full range of power
Adriana volunteers, Fayina is like 'omfg dumbass, only the head of a coven can go, i have to do it'
Omg Adriana being forced to accept Val's help, as she's essentially quarantined in this desolate house and he's the one who will be providing her with food/etc. I love it
"Remember, you have a reason to hold a grudge against your brother, but now is not the time to do so. Listen to him. He is experienced." yeees Fayina, i love it
Oh shiiiiiit after collecting all her stuff and heading back to shut herself up in their coven house, Genesia (her mentor who tried to kill her in the last book) finds her out on the street
"There is no reason under any circumstances to try and kill some of our members. Memories can be erased, mouths can be kept shut, but murder is not something we do." "Memories can also be restored, and mouths reopened. You are fools to believe that they would've kept quiet." (Genesia kinda ate with that ngl)
For someone who talks so much shit, Genesia has yet to win in a confrontation against Adriana
Back at the coven house, Fayina has already left, and Val helps Adriana settle in a little bit before heading out
And classic chapter ending on a character falling asleep
Ending Thoughts:
I love Adriana Estep so much Unlike with Nicole's sideplot in Below, I actually do know where this side of the story is going and why it's being included. It's also nice that I gave a whole chapter to her attention, rather than splitting up a single chapter into like switching POVs ten times. Were I to ever return to this project (highly unlikely), I know a few changes that I would make to this sideplot in particular, but it's nice to see it playing out regardless. Adriana is a little more of a dynamic character than Delroy, who's currently stuck in this dissonant state of holding opposing yet rigid beliefs about the world rn. She's seen a lot more and holds a much firmer role in her community, so it's fun to explore that side of things as well as the 'plunged into a whole new world' that Delroy is facing.

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