#only way you could gain dominance over him lol

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hear me out! Pillow Talk with the 2k3 Turtles or the Dark Turtles! The aftermath of a passion filled night or a spur of the moment! Is one cuddly and needy after? What would they say to reader in the afterglow?? Would they get nervous and dare ask “how was it?” Would reader be round 2 ready? lol ❤️💚💙🧡💜

Pillow Talk (Fluff?) (18+)

Dark Turtles x reader

A/N: It’s a long time ago since I’ve done the Dark Turtles, so why not go with them. I don’t think the Dark Turtles would get particularly nervous, but I do think they would have their own little quirks. Anyway, here you go, hope you’ll enjoy🖤💚

All characters are aged up.

Warning: Implied sex before and after, implied orale - female receiving.

Dark Leonardo:

Dark Leo is an absolute sucker for the tender moments that happened after sex. He would never admit it, but his actions betrayed him. With sweat just beginning to evaporate from the two of you and your legs still entangled, he loved it when you laid there in each other’s arms, still relishing in the afterglow of the orgasms you had had just moments ago.

You didn’t necessarily have to talk during these moments. Sometimes you and Leo found that comfortable silence spoke louder than words. And after what he had just put you through, it wasn’t strange for you to get drusy in his arms, before falling asleep with a satisfied smile. It made him feel strong, like a protector. And there was just something about the fact that he had gotten you so worn out, that made Leo feel proud. He did that to you. He made you feel so good, that you almost couldn’t stay awake anymore.

During these moments Leo would watch over you, his eyes filled with love as you fell asleep against him. Just moments ago you had been begging him to make you cum over and over again, and now you were so exhausted after gaining exactly what you wanted, that you couldn’t keep your eyes open. Leo couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself. He did that to you, and you let him do that.

It wouldn’t be long before Leo too fell asleep with your head on his plastron, knowing that when you woke up, the two of you would go take a shower and clean up together, but not without another round in the shower.

Dark Raphael:

Though you may be absolutely worn out after several rounds with Dark Raph, feeling your body ache with that wonderful pain that only could come about from sex, your eyelids getting heavy, don’t expect to be sleeping straight away. Raph loved to cuddle and talk, just moments after having had his dick inside of you, pounding you into absolut oblivion.

Raph loved talking to you about anything between heaven and earth, adoring how you still had trouble speaking, after - as Raph liked to put it - having had your speech fucked out of you. It was nice and calm, with a silence rarely heard from you and Raph when alone in bed.

However, with you and Raph being the way that you are, the silence wouldn’t stay long. Soon - as you regained your ability to speak - the two of you would find something to argue about for fun. That would evolve to the two of you poking each other, until one of you found poke a ticklish spot. And that would undoubtedly turn into a tickle fight in the bed you had just had sex in.

Raph loved the feeling of a mock fight, even if it was to see who could gain dominance during a tickle fight. It triggered some deep animalistic urge in Raph. Whether that was his turtle side or his kanabo side, he couldn’t tell. But with you still sore from your earlier love making, it wasn’t hard for Raph to overpower you. And that would - in many cases - turn into yet another round of a good pound.

Dark Donatello:

After the hot and heavy sex, that you and Donnie had been engaged in for what felt like several wonderful hours, Donnie loved to talk to you. Sometimes you would talk about the sex you had just had. You would talk about what you liked and what you didn’t like (not that there really was anything that either of you didn’t like), which you could bring with you to the next time you got physical with each other.

It wasn't because Donnie was scared you didn’t like what he was doing, but because he liked for both of you to feel heard and seen. Maybe he did this one thing he thought that you were really into, only to learn that you weren’t actually that much into that, and would actually like Donnie to stop doing it. Same thing for him. But so far there hadn’t been anything like it, but Donnie liked to keep the space open, making sure you both felt safe enough to speak your mind. In other words - Donnie found good communication with you very sexy.

Maybe that is the reason why, his tail seemed to get a mind of its own when you were talking, growing restless before slowly making its way for you. Gripping a soft hold of your ankle while neither you or Donnie noticed, before slowly making its way up your legs, until you couldn’t help but notice the unmistakable feeling of Donnie’s tail gliding across the insides of your thigh, going for either your backdoor or front.

Round two with the assistance of Donnie’s tail? Round two with the assistance of Donnie’s tail.

Dark Michelangelo:

When talking about pillow talk, many people might think of something calm and intimate. Soft spoken with tender touches, and love filled looks that spoke the words “I adore you”, over and over again, while holding each other close, like you were fragile and easily bruised. Well, if that’s how you think of pillow talk, then you obviously haven’t met Dark Mikey.

Pillow talk with Mikey wasn’t this intimate and calm affair some might expect. It is filled with one bad joke after another, that somehow still managed to crack you up. He was bouncy, rarely sitting still with you in the bed, even if your legs was aching from all the things Mikey had done to you just a few moments before. It was just part of Mikey’s charm, and the thought of him doing anything else felt strange and foreign to you.

Just because Mikey was a kanabo clone of Michelangelo, it didn’t mean that he was free of his counterparts' ADHD tendencies. And one of the places where these tendencies became apparent, was when the two of you rolled around the bed, still feeling the dopamine and adrenaline from the highs you had just been through. It was here that Mikey remembered all the things he had been wanting to tell you throughout the day. He told you about that adorable dog-like creature he had seen on the street, and how he thought about telling you the moment he saw it. Basically sharing everything that had happened to him throughout the day, as a way to show that he often thought of you.

However, Mikey’s nature dictated that he couldn’t just sit and talk to you for hours on end - especially not when you were still naked from your prior actions, looking ever so enticing for Mikey and his constantly wandering mind. Let’s just say, Mikey’s mouth went from talking to performing another welcomed act, this time between your legs.

[theorphicangel]

mhmmm thinking about sukuna eating reader out....leaving bite marks across your thighs, lapping up your juices like the pussydrunk bf! he is, he's addicted to your taste and your sweetness, his fingers leaving prints in your thighs to keep you in place as you squirm around

but his most favorite feelings is the way your thick thighs cage around his head, suffocating him slightly so that the only thing he can breathe in is the scent of your sweet pussy

[ahgasegotarmy116]

The Art of Etiquette Part 10 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Your lesson with Jungkook ran a bit longer today so he offers to give you a ride home but decides to make a stop along the way Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 2.7k~ Warnings: Suggestive language if you think about it lmao but nothing too crazy a/n: I can't believe it's been this long since I last updated this story 😭 (almost 2 months) I know this chapter is short but the ball is coming up in the next chapter so this was a good stopping point. Hardly edited per usual lol Start from the beginning

"Late again princess. I should start counting at this rate" Jungkook taunts, his back to me as always when I walk in the room. "Prey tell," he continues, turning to face me and sizing me up like a predator does his prey. "what might your excuse be for being late this time? The roads were quite clear last I checked" he presses, walking closer and closer to me. 

"I-I forgot my shoes at home. I know you told me I needed to break them in so..." I say, being truthful but keeping the matter of being stopped by Foster on my way out of class to myself. 

"Why are you so nervous? Have I done something to frighten you already?" he asks, circling me and slipping my bag off my shoulder before walking over to the chair I usually sit on when I change into my heels before class. 

Gone is the easy going and attentive Jungkook from Sunday, leaving a hungry dominant one in it's wake. 

"I'm not frightened" I argue, following him so I can sit down but when I reach for the box that contains the shoes in question he gives me a warning glance, leaving me recoiling and letting him do as he pleases. 

Okay so maybe I am a little frightened but I just don't know where we stand and that fact alone has me on edge. 

"You look at me as though you were afraid I might gobble you up" he smirks, kneeling before me and helping me slip them on. "You look at me as though you would" I throw back and the look in his eyes goes from mischief to one of challenge, knowing now that I'm willing to play into his little game. 

"Is that something you'd like?" he asks, licking his bottom lip making my eyes draw straight to them. "Is that something you'd like?" I echo, throwing the taunt right back. He smirks softly and runs one of his hands up the back of my calf, no higher than my knee but still sparking a flame alight inside me.

"Answering a question with a question, I was under the impression I taught you better than that" he says and removes that hand that I begged would climb higher, him choosing to stand up and straighten his appearance instead, walking towards the sound system to turn on the endless ballroom music I'm sure we'll be dancing to. 

Damn him and his flirting! Can't he ever just follow through with one thing? 

~~~~~

As our lessons draw to a close he hands me a bottle of water, leaving me accepting and downing half of it in one go. 

I feel his eyes on me, watching as a stray droplet trails down my cheek to the column of my neck and collarbone until it disappears under my blouse and it seems as though he wishes he could tear it away and find where else that droplet might've traveled. 

I finished drinking moments before it disappeared, watching him as he watched it, his eyes fluttering up to mine seconds later and noticing my stare. Clearing his throat in response he turns away and goes to shut off the sound system for the rest of the day. 

"Your dancing is improving" he says once he's walked back towards me, giving me a towel to dab off the light sheen of sweat that had appeared during the final three songs. "I only stepped on your foot once today" I say feeling a tad victorious. 

"Twice" he corrects gaining him a frown. "That one doesn't count! My foot barely grazed yours" I groan and he chuckles, "Still hurt though" he says with a shrug. 

"Really?" I cringe, hating the thought that I somehow still seemed to hurt him even after all the time we've spent running through all these steps together. He grants me a devious smile before stepping towards me, one of his feet closer to mine now. I look up at him with a questioning gaze, waiting for what he might say but it wasn't something I had expected. 

"Step on it" he says, smirking at the confusion now running through my whole body leaving me recoiling instead. "What?" I question, baffled by the absurdity of the request and he chuckles, thoroughly amused with my reaction. He glances down at his shoe and back up at me, daring me not to and I narrow my eyes at him while contemplating it for a second but decide to do it anyway, being met with a hard shell encasing the front of his foot.

"Steel toe dress shoes? Really" I roll my eyes, walking over to my stuff so I can take my heels off, feet thoroughly abused with the whole task of breaking them in. "They're very useful when you're in the line of work that I'm in" he responds, amused by my reaction of him revealing his secret to me. 

"I bet they are" I respond and once I'm back in my flat shoes again I stand up but lose my footing after having spent all this time on my toes. "Are you okay?" he asks, catching me right away. "Yeah I'm fine. Dancing with new shoes was a lot more difficult than I thought it would be" I explain and he nods his head, understanding completely and lets go so I can stand on my own. 

"Were you planning on teaching me anything else tonight? It's already a little past the usual time we wrap things up" I ask, checking my phone and then glancing outside, seeing that the sun is long gone. 

"Oh I apologize, I seem to have lost track of time. Let me drop you off then" he says, grabbing his keys. "I drove here though, and I'd hate to have James send someone to pick up the car again" I try to refuse, ultimately knowing I'll lose the battle but still doing so nevertheless. 

"It's fine, I can come pick you up from home and take you to campus when I drop off Bam at his trainers in the morning" he says and I stop in front of his car while he goes to the passenger side and opens the door for me. 

"Isn't that a little too much? I don't want you going out of your way to do that for me" I say, making excuses so he doesn't feel like he has to do all of that. "It's completely fine y/n. I pass by your house on my way home anyway so I don't mind adding a couple of extra stops since I don't have much planned in the morning" he replies and I nod my head, slowly making my way over to his car. 

"I really don't mind driving in the dark Jungkook my vision is completely fine" I relay, trying to back out once again but this time he walks up to me and ushers me over to the car by my waist so I have no other option but to get in. 

"Okay but I-" I start, turning to face him before I get in, not knowing how close his face had been to me, leaving our lips mere inches apart. He tilts his head and hums, urging me to continue. I try to find the words I mean to say but they are buried in the deep recesses of mind, whisked away with the proximity between us. 

"I'll pick you up once your classes have ended as well. That way you'll be here on time tomorrow" he says, touching my jaw for a second before leaning in. "Get in the car" he whispers against my cheek leaving me quickly turning around and doing as he says before he can see my expression. 

Seconds later I could've sworn that I heard him chuckle and mumble a quiet 'Cute' under his breath before closing the door and rounding the car to his side. 

~~~~

After we've been driving for a bit I notice how he's pulled off onto a dirt road and I'm instantly confused. 

"Is this where you plan on killing me?" I joke, curious as to where we're going. "If I wanted to kill you Pretty," he starts, paying close attention as we round a bend, pausing in his response for a second. "you'd already be dead" he finishes, sending a chill through my body and when he notices how stiff I've gone he gives me a sly smile before turning back to make sure we get to our destination safely. 

"I went ahead and messaged Matthew and asked him to inform James that our lessons ran a little late so they won't be too concerned" he says, putting the car in park and unbuckling his seatbelt. "So this is where you're going to kill me" I say and he chuckles again before tapping me twice under my chin. "You're cute when you're scared" he says before opening his door and rounding to open mine.

I cross my arms over my chest, thoroughly annoyed by the fact that I let him get away with stuff like this to the point where I actually prefer it. I'll never give him the satisfaction of knowing that though. Knowing him though he's probably already very aware of it, otherwise he wouldn't keep pushing my buttons. 

When he opens the door I glare up at him keeping that same posture and he smirks down at me while offering his hand to help me up. "Where are we?" I ask and he lets out a dry chuckle. "Get out of the car and you'll find out" he temps and I look between him and his outstretched hand that is still waiting for me to take and against my better judgement I decide to dance with the Devil. 

Who would blame me though when he looks at me like that, a heated gaze that never truly acts upon the sinful desires hidden behind them.

Stepping out of the car we're met with an open expanse of land, not a single soul or building in sight with only the low hum of vehicles barely audible from the highway behind us. "What is this place?" I question marveling at the serenity of it all, breathing in the could night air and letting the chill surround me. 

I shiver slightly as it's seeped through my clothes a lot sooner than one might think and just as I'm about to wrap my arms around myself for warmth I'm met with a coat being draped across my shoulders and when I turn around I see he's looking up towards the sky. 

"Have you looked up yet?" he ask, the body heat from him wearing it moments ago still present making me shiver for another reason but once I do look up none of it matters anymore as I take in the sight of thousands of heavenly bodies strewn across the clear night sky. 

"I-" "You were so concerned with the thought of me harming you that you didn't even notice the clear purpose of me wanting to bring you here" he say, cutting off whatever nonsense I was about to let tumble out of my mouth. I sigh in response, not bothering to ruin this moment of peace with nonsensical bickering since he's clearly done this with me in mind.

"How did you find this place?" I ask after having taken in the sight of it, countless start twinkling above us. "I went driving one day and my car broke down so I pulled off near the entrance of this little dirt road and while I was waiting for the tow truck I walked down the path and well..." he says, trailing off making me fill in the obvious blanks. 

"I see" I respond and we stay silent for a while, the both of us standing there with all of our thoughts angled up towards the heavens until he finally speaks again. "I should probably get you home" he says, turning towards me but I shake my head.

 "No, no not yet. Can we stay a little longer? Please?" I ask, this moment difficult to let go just yet and can see him smiling at me from the corner of my eye as I continue to keep my eyes on the stars above, praying that I'll be able to feel this way forever...

~~~~~

When he parks his car in the driveway and opens the door for me he keeps me there for a second, not letting me get away so fast this time. "Thank you for letting me keep you a little longer tonight" he says, ghosting his hand on my waist and it's then that I realize I'm still wearing the coat he let me borrow. I try to take off but he grabs both of the open sides and pulls them together, trapping me inside and in turn pulling me closer to him.

"I wanted to give your jacket back to you" I mumble since the intimate space between us makes even that sound too loud. "I realize that, but I want to get you inside first before taking it back. Don't want you to catch a cold after all the effort I put in to make sure you stayed warm" he explains, one of his hands now holding onto my waist while the other keeps the coat closed.

I hum in response and look away as I notice he's started to study my features. "The ball is this weekend" he says and I nod my head. "I know" I mumble again, my expression now one of doubt. "Hey" he says, cupping my face, trying to make me meet his gaze but my eyes then turn downward in response. 

"There's nothing to worry about y/n, I promise" he says and I nod my head again, not bothering to utter a word in response. He tilts my chin up and I give in, letting my eyes peer back into his and I notice how sincere he looks, an expression I don't think I've ever seen from him leaving me holding my breath and waiting for him to continue. 

"No matter what happens just remember that I'm proud of you. You've done well in our lessons and I have no doubt that everyone is going to love you" he reassures me making me feel a little more at ease with the thought of it all but also nervous about him saying things like this to me.

"Thank you Jungkook" I whisper and he smiles in response before reaching into the car to grab my bag that's still on my seat and handing it to me. "Let's get you inside" he says placing his hand on the small of my back, walking me to the front door and stopping right outside of it, waiting for me to unlock it. 

Once I step inside I turn around to say something but he steps inside making me take a step back but he takes another step closer so he's standing right in front of me, hardly any space between us now. 

I blink up at him, not really sure what his plan is before he slowly unzips the coat the rest of the way, making my breath hitch, the feeling of him taking my clothes off even if it's as simple as this making my brain short circuit. Once he unhooks it at the bottom he pushes it off my shoulders and leans in to help it slide down my arms leaving me shivering once his warm breath hits my neck. 

He hums, satisfied by my response and places a feather light kiss under my ear before quickly pulling back and pretending as if nothing had happened meanwhile leaving me completely flustered by his ministrations. 

Let's just say I'm lucky neither of my parents came downstairs to greet us. 

"Sweet dreams" he says playfully and slips out without another word, walking over to his car and driving off. I only close the door once his car is out of view, my back against it now, catching my breath as I think about everything that happened today and all I can think of is 'How the hell am I supposed to take much more of this?'

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So, I'm probably never going to finish this series of related art works nor the fic connected to them. But here's what I got lol

Fic is under the cut

This was Hell. The literal embodiment of punishment and eternal damnation. It twisted and twined dark vines around the limbs and suffocated one with sulfur and smoke. Anguish and pain on constant replay. Suffering on repeat in the ears, digging into one’s mind to make a home that nothing could pull it from. Ever consuming but never being full. Reliving moments of one’s life before death in never ending torment. Limbs moving on their own, words being spoken without input, actions committed against others by an unresponsive body. He could only watch it happen. Watch the blood stain his too many hands, feel the sick pleasure of taking what he wanted, revel in the control and power that burrowed in his bones. It all went on, over and over in a way that he could never gain enough autonomy to change.

Guilt ate his soul away. Grated on the edges and disintegrated the blackened center. Rage burned shredded parts to ash. So much hatred spilled useless blood from a body that no longer responded to him. He wanted it to be over. To have enough control of the limbs that were stained red to force himself out of this hellish loop. By whatever means necessary. But when he managed to wrestle any semblance of conscious autonomy back he was gagged and bound by the brimstone and hellfire magic burning in his infernal blood. Chained by actions he could never take back.

Voices screamed and cried and pleaded on repeat. Desperate hands, claws, talons, paws, hooves, all fighting against a type of power and will that he twisted away from others to consume for his own. An illusion of stability. It circled around his limbs, binding and chaining him to the version of himself that he was no longer in control of. Too big for his crumbling being to contain but with nowhere to go. A constant overspill of magic, rolling in red smoke and dripping in venom. Always used to force a will more dominating than the one it was being used against. To be put upon another even as their fighting and begging played in a loop. That overwhelming presence was impossible to escape from no matter how hard they tried.

And he would claw and scrape and struggle his way to the surface of the hellfire and brimstone cage. To the beginning of the loop with hands wrapping around the door in the hopes of yanking it open only to find his skin burned and the darkness dragging him back to this endless Hell. He cried out for the light in the unreached distance but never could lift a hand to reach for it. Bound, gagged, and chained, he remained in the same punishment.

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“You wanna know the trick to this place?” Husk’s surprisingly sober voice had Angel lifting his head off his crossed arms on the bartop. The cat demon was cleaning his last glass with black and yellow eyes watching him.

“What trick to what place?” He asked, too hungover and too doped up at the same time to understand.

“The trick to Hell.” A clean glass was set in front of him and filled with clear water. Angel blinked at the demon, unsure if he was hearing things from this off-high or if Husk was simply speaking nonsense. “It’s all in our heads.” There was a paw reached out and a padded finger tapped on his forehead. “We continue to punish ourselves because of our guilt and shame.”

“It’s Hell,” Angel sighed heavily, head feeling too heavy, “it’s s’posed to be punishment.”

“We’re as much at fault as the environment,” Husk said, running a rag over the counter behind the bar. “Hell is a loop, baby, and we’re all running the same wheel over and over again.” The glass was pushed closer to him but Angel couldn’t muster enough control to pick it up. “Our actions and choices remain the same until we come to terms with ourselves. You either embrace your worst qualities or you put in the work to overcome them.”

“I don’ feel much like I’m repeating things.” No high was the same. No drunken night. No act of violence done at his pimp’s hand.

A warm paw tilted his chin up, making him realize that he’d dropped his head. “That’s ‘cause you’ve chosen the ‘embrace’ path.” Lovely soft eyes stared through him. “You and almost everyone else in this place. Controlling your own actions but only to the point of what your sins demand.”

“What’d yous choose?” Angel could hear the slur of his own voice, the exhausted edge.

“Embraced it at first,” Husk said, near wistfully. “Gambled to the heart’s content until I managed to make overlord. That’s how most of ‘em do it. Weaponizing our sins and vices.” Padded fingers rubbed the fur on his chin. “Then I lost it all and took another path. I was a gamblin’ man when I was alive and threw my life away for it. It was that guilt that kept me chained.” Red feathered eyebrows were drawn together in a frown. “You have to learn to forgive yourself, to recognize where your faults lie and where you need to begin to get better.”

“Wha’ if I don’ wanna get better?”

“Then you’ll stay in the same self-destruction as every other poor sap in this shithole.”

“I can’t change,” Angel mumbled, leaning into the warm hand holding his face. “No soul to control no more.”

There was a far more complicated expression on the cat’s face than his addled brain could decipher. “Valentino, right?” Angel gave a small nod to the question. Husk sighed. “You can change even with your soul in someone’s hold. My own isn’t fully mine anymore and I can almost proudly say that I’m only a drunk now, not a gambler.”

“He won’ let me.” Angel tried to shake his head but found it to be too much effort.

“I knew him once,” Husk said, still gently holding his face. Like he was precious instead of broken. “Before he was an overlord. He was one of those many that embraced this place to its fullest extent.” Warm eyes grew sorrowful in a way Angel wasn’t sure if he was reading correctly. “Gambled, drank, and fucked his way into being an overlord’s pet. Became the prettiest whore this side of the city.” That had to be fondness, he didn’t think he was that doped up to not see it clearly. “Out of everyone I had ever met, he took to the ways of Hell like a fish to water. Rose to such great heights.”

“You…” What he wanted to ask, he wasn’t sure. It was something important but he couldn’t hold the thought long enough for his tongue to cooperate.

“Valentino was one of my souls, yes,” the cat demon said, maybe answering that unformed question. “‘Til he played for the right of his soul back and won. He was a smooth bastard about it too.” A soft sigh left Husk that Angel felt on his face. “But for how high he had gotten in the ranks of overlords, he wasn’t cut out for it. Once he got his soul back, he had that change of path like I did when I lost mine.”

“But he’s not, he’s awful.”

Husk gave him a sad look that he wanted to be sober enough to understand properly. “It ain’t easy for all of us to be forgiving,” he said. “He’d gotten too far, too powerful, to change. I used to watch that shit tear him apart before I lost my overlord status.” Angel didn’t know what the cat was talking about even if he tried to. “Overlords don’t last this long by taking that second path and your boss is stuck in a loop the same as you are, baby.”

Angel didn’t have much more of a mental capacity to hold this conversation for any longer. He closed his eyes and leaned into Husk’s hands. There was a soft purr as the cat pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Maybe he would have the energy to try this conversation again in the morning.

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“Our boy is doing it again,” Velvette said the moment Vox answered the call. “He’s going to fuck our image if you don’t get him under control.”

“Doing what?” Vox sipped his coffee without looking away from the monitors. “He does a lot of things.”

“That thing.”

The emphasis had him sighing. That thing. He set aside his coffee while ending the call with Velvette. It was becoming more frequent in the last decade than it had in the forty years that he’d known the moth. There was going to be a point that he could longer contain this issue and that was going to be a nightmare of epic proportions.

Vox paused outside the doors into the penthouse to get his bearings before facing down what was beyond them. No charming smiles or gentle words ever helped here. The struggle of having one of the most powerful beings in Hell as a business partner was keeping him controlled so he didn’t ruin everything they had worked towards. He pulled open the doors with a thankful prayer that he didn’t have a nose. Red smoke, shimmering scales, and thick shadows swirled through the doorway as he stepped into the living room. It used to be impossible to see through until he upgraded his software. Now he could easily pick out the lanky form of his partner in a heap on the floor near the balcony doors.

Every door and window in the penthouse had to have airtight seals that engaged when these incidents happened. The ones for the double doors were easy to hear sealing behind him when they closed. If Valentino’s magic escaped as it was there was no telling the effect it would have over the city and Vox did not want to deal with putting out those fires. It was safer and easier to contain it in the single space until it could be safely dispersed.

“Val.” Vox called out to the moth overlord without moving closer than the couch. A tantrum was simple to calm and the true rages easy to manipulate even the occasional depressive episode could be cared for with little fuss. These situations were harder to navigate and he had been trying to find the correct course of action for decades. There was only one being in Hell that had been able to deal with this efficiently but that bastard had been out of the public eye for nearly eleven years now. Not that Vox would stoop so low as to ask him for help with his partner. “Valentino.”

An air trembling growl came from the pile of wings and shadows. Massive claw marks carved through the marble floor around him with spots of bright pink venom. There was no true form to the moth. Nothing that Vox’s vision could conceivably call a body was within the twisting red shadows, smoke, and scales. White fluff was a wavering haze with wide open eyes where the hearts used to be. Unblinking and artificial. It was the same with the pattern on the shining brilliance of red wings that fluttered and scattered in smokes and shadows. Staring without sight to scare off anyone’s approach. As if anyone could be stupid enough to get closer than necessary when he was like this.

“Get a hold of yourself,” Vox said, hands clenching at his sides. “This is becoming far too frequent and we can’t have that.” The image of the Vees would be ruined if Val lost his shit in front of someone that couldn’t be shut up like their staff could be. “You’re better than this shit.”

There was a roll of unnatural wings in an obvious threat. Vox took several steps back out of range of the too rigid edges and not solid enough structure. Wisps of black and white fluff floated in the air with the rise of swirling shadows. While he had never been hurt during one of these breakdowns the possibility of it was always higher than when Valentino was in control of himself. At least when he was in control his anger was a weapon to use on others. In this unstable state it was impossible to know what the moth was going to do at any given moment. And the thought of that was more unsettling than anything else.

“Val, please, just…” He hated the way he didn’t have a foolproof way of dealing with the moth like this. A firm hand might work one day but backfire the next. The one thing he could cling to was that Valentino never responded to his charm. “What caused it this time?”

Rarely would he get an answer if he asked a direct question. Most of what came from the moth like this were growls or squeaks. Aggressive responses. The quiet gasping cry from the red cloud wasn’t a sound he had ever heard. Heaving sobs that finally translated through the impossible to decipher rumbling. Vox froze in his instinctual reaction to reach out and touch. Hand raised with cyan claws outstretched towards the tumbling and twisting formless being of his partner.

“Valentino?” Vox took a small step towards the trembling shadows. Wings closed in around the center, shuttering the multiple eyes back into shapeless spaces of color. “Baby, what…?” He had never seen or heard Valentino cry. Not a single tear or whimper in the forty years that he’s known him. “Talk to me, please, what’s this about?”

“‘M tired…” The cracked and empty whisper was almost louder than the distressing squeaks or shaky breaths. Vox was quick to close the distance between them and, uncaring if he could get hurt, put his hands into the swirling smoke and scales. Around the space where he knew the moth’s body was in an intimate way not many could do anymore. Shadows circled around him as a weight of arms clung to him. Claws digging into his clothes with Valentino coming back through the darkness to cry into his shoulder. “It’s too much, Vox.”

“What’s too much?” He asked, mind racing with ideas on what could be bothering his partner. It had to be something he could help with. Val had breakdowns but they never came to tears. They came to rage and fury, to displays of power and control, to broken furniture and cracked floors. It was never this.

“I don’t…want to be this anymore.” His moth surrounded them both in his normal wings, fully in his lap with long legs on either of him. Vox ran a hand down Valentino’s back under his wings with a confused frown. What did he not want to be anymore? Out of everyone he had ever met, Val had always been the truest to form. Embracing and welcoming of his place in Hell. Nothing about him or his actions suggested that he wanted anything to be different. What caused such a drastic change?

“Val, baby, where’s this coming from?” Vox needed to know if this was something he should be giving proper thought. If Valentino wanted to change then there were going to be serious repercussions that he would need to plan for.

“I can’t do it anymore,” Valentino mumbled, exhausted and slumping in his arms.

“Val?” He pushed down the bubble of worry to lightly jostle the moth. The near immediate unconscious state that Valentino tended to go into after these breakdowns had never come on so fast. Usually these things lasted for hours. “Oh, baby, what am I going to do with you?”

Vox only struggled a little bit to get to his feet with the moth in his arms. It was more awkward than anything considering how fucking tall Valentino was. His weight had never matched. The living room was starting to clear of his magic as he carried him towards the moth’s bedroom. Normally they all slept in Velvette’s room but the fashionista would have his head if Valentino got her sheets dirty with his scales again. He settled the porn king on his ridiculous heart-shaped bed before sitting on the edge next to him.

What had Valentino been thinking? No one in Hell changed. It was pretty much impossible in a place like this. Vox had tried once when he first died but decided early on that embracing who was in Hell was easier. Valentino had never shown signs of hating who he was or wanting to be different. If there was anyone that had fully embraced the best and worst parts of themselves then it was the moth. Every instance of his existence that Vox had seen was him embracing himself to the utter fullest extent that one could. Self-indulgent and self-destructive at the same time. It was everything all the time with Valentino. What had caused such an idea to spark in that pretty head of his? Out of everyone in Hell, his moth was the least likely individual to seek out personal growth or change.

It was a distracting sentence that Vox couldn’t get out of his head. He left the moth to sleep and returned to his media room in the basement of the tower with a message to Velvette that Valentino was taken care of. Those words kept cycling through as he worked. Seeking to take all of his attention and send his own views into a tailspin. How serious was Valentino about changing? And if he was completely and utterly going to throw himself into this then would he and Velvette be left behind? Would he be able to walk that path with Valentino? Would Velvette?

There were too many possibilities to consider and too many questions that needed to be answered. Vox shut everything down early to seek out the moth. He needed to know. But when he entered the penthouse with those questions on his tongue he faltered. Valentino had one of his many whores in his lap, tongue down their throat and hands seeking to take off their slutty shorts. Like the entire breakdown hadn’t happened.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Vox asked, emotions swinging from burning hunger for answers to seething jealousy and anger. “How many times do Vel and I have to tell you to keep this shit to your studio?”

“You could just join,” Valentino said, leaning his head back to look at him while the horned sinner licked down his neck. “Instead of being a wet blanket with your jealous nature.”

“No.” He shook his head with a humorless laugh burning his throat. “We’re not doing this right now.” Carelessly, Vox crossed the living room to pick up the nearly half his size sinner from Valentino’s lap and dropped them on their feet. “Get out,” he snapped at them, eyes pinned on the furious moth.

“What is your fucking problem?” The pink fangs bared at him had never been intimidating before and they weren’t now.

“We need to talk about what happened this morning.”

Vox watched honest bewilderment cut through Valentino’s anger. “What about this morning?” He asked, voice still clinging to the snarling edge. There wasn’t a sign of recognition on his face and it made him realize that they had never spoken about the moth’s breakdowns. They were always shoved into a dark corner to be forgotten about until one happened again.

“You don’t remember.” The statement came out quieter than he intended. It had Valentino narrowing his red eyes and pulling a cigarette out from under his wings. “Jesus Christ.” Vox sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of the moth, hands linking together over his mouth as he stared at him. It had never seemed suspicious or weird when Valentino woke up after his breakdowns and gone about his day like nothing happened. He would never have known the pimp didn’t know about them if he hadn’t been consumed by the questions sparked.

“What?” Valentino snapped around his cigarette holder. “I got a late start this morning, it fucking happens.”

“Val, that’s not…” How the fuck did he approach this subject? Vox dug his thumbs underneath his screen as he tried to find the words to explain this to him. “You don’t have a single recollection of what happened this morning?”

“I overslept.”

Wisps of smoke trailed towards the ceiling from the burning cigarette. “You didn’t,” Vox said, lowering his hands to rest them between his knees. Valentino glared at him. “Fuck, how do I even begin to explain this to you?” He groaned and dropped his head. “You black out sometimes, though Vel and I didn’t know they were black outs until now.” There was a low growl from the moth. “It’s really hard to explain what happens to you or even what it is that you do. Have you never wondered about the broken shit in the penthouse?”

“I have shit vision, Vox, what the fuck do you expect me to see?” Valentino asked, clearly annoyed with him.

“Just…come here.”

Vox grabbed one of the moth’s hands to drag him up off the couch. There was a grumble as Valentino allowed himself to be pulled towards the balcony. The gouges in the marble floor were still there but Kitty must have cleaned the dried venom around them. It wasn’t hard to get his partner to kneel next to them so he could see them up close. Vox watched him place one of his hands at the edge of the cracked stone. A frustrated frown fell on his face as those black claws fit perfectly into the long marks.

“That’s from this morning,” he said, gently pulling Valentino back up to his feet. He tugged him towards the wall with his cabinet of guns and stopped next to one of the large windows. “This,” he removed the wooden panel between the windows, “had to be put in three months ago when you tore down almost the entire fucking wall.” That had been the first actual time the structure of the penthouse had been put to the test against the moth’s destruction. Behind the panel was a live circuit that could be easily activated to turn the entire penthouse into a shock cage, steady yellow light to show that it had power. “We haven’t had to use it yet but it’s a precaution that needs to exist.”

���This is ridiculous,” Valentino laughed, sharp and only a little unhinged. “I would at least remember what led to one of these black outs.”

“Apparently you don’t.” Vox replaced the panel and went to take a set of the moth’s hands only to have him back away. “It didn’t used to be a frequent thing,” he said, softer than he intended, “but over the last decade they’ve increased. And…I think I might know what’s causing it.”

“Well fucking spit it out!”

“You said you were tired of who you are this morning.” Vox wasn’t entirely sure if this was the reason for his breakdowns but it seemed the most likely. “That you didn’t want to be, well, you anymore.”

“That’s fucking ridiculous,” Valentino snapped, arms crossing with his cigarette burning away, “I would never say something like that.”

And the Valentino in front of him probably never would, but the one from this morning had been almost completely different. Vox didn’t know which one was true and which one was false. It was impossible to know. In front of him was the same moth he had known since 1981, the same frivolous and sex addicted man that stepped on others to get where he wanted in Hell. The exact same. Down to his fucking leather boots and fishnets. Nothing had changed in forty years except for the increase in revealing clothes and souls under his heels.

It wasn’t uncommon in Hell. Most overlords stayed overlords by sticking to their vices and sins. But it was only in Valentino that Vox could see a repeated cycle of power and lust and violence that never paused. Everything about him now was the same as it was so long ago. The moth he saw in those breakdowns was not the same. Maybe he wasn’t even a different version but simply who Valentino was underneath.

“Do you want to change?” Vox asked in earnest. Heterochromatic eyes searching for any sign of the moth from this morning.

“What kind of question is that?” Valentino recoiled from him with a nasty baring of his fangs. “No. I like who I am, thank you very fucking much.” Not a single twitch to betray what might be underneath. “Can we just drop this whole black out business?” The only change in him was the sudden flirty smirk as he leaned in. “You interrupted a very hot make-out session and I want a different kind of attention, Voxxy.”

Angel had been turning over what Husk told him for days. It floated up from the back of his mind every time he picked up a drink or turned over a pill in his hand. Could he really learn to forgive himself? Things had been hard enough in Charlie’s hotel learning to trust others and open himself up. The idea of self-reflection had always terrified him and knowing that it was the first step to breaking the cycle made it seem all that more daunting.

Arms uncrossed to let hands paw at his chest. Vox wanted to push the conversation but he knew if he tried it would only send Valentino into a fit. With a sigh, he plucked the cigarette holder out of one of his hands to set it in the ashtray in the windowsill next to them. Valentino made a soft purring noise in satisfaction as he grabbed the moth by his silk belt to pull him in. He would get down to the bottom of this mystery at some point but for now he needed to show this manwhore who exactly he belonged to.

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It was truly watching Husk continuously battle with his alcoholism that had him deciding to give his path a shot. Long hours were spent in his room hugging Fat Nuggets as he trudged the sludge of his memories, searching for a place to start that would be easier than his drug addiction. But maybe that’s where he had to begin, at the hardest point. To jump that hurdle and find that everything else would seem easier. Angel wanted to be a better person, to love himself, to find true happiness within.

The hardest part of all of this was facing Valentino. There had never been someone more than him that made Angel feel like such shit. Knowing where the moth started in Hell didn’t make it any easier. In fact, it seemed to make things sharpen into a terrible sense of clarity. He could see exactly what Husk had been talking about in every interaction. That low, dirty beginning through the slow climb to power, embracing every part of Hell to find stability. It was exactly what he had done when signing over his soul. But where he didn’t have the power of an overlord to contend with, his boss did. He could dig deep enough and find that fragile center that wanted to be forgiven where Valentino would have to tear down an entire empire.

And he couldn’t help pitying him. Valentino had built this cage around himself and now couldn’t back out. It was a little pathetic if he thought too long about it. Angel could see the internal struggle in those red eyes every time a hand was raised to hurt someone. This bastard had fucked his way to the top and could no longer step down. Knowing that didn’t change how he wanted the moth to suffer. Forgiveness for himself was much easier to find than that for the poor son of bitch that made his afterlife a living Hell.

Having Husk coming to walk him back to the hotel after work had Angel almost mess up in putting on his clothes in his dressing room after the last shoot of the night. The cat had made it clear that he was coming to the studio but he didn’t want to keep him waiting. Not when Valentino was still nearby. Maybe if he was fast enough he could meet Husk in the tower lobby and keep those two from coming face to face. It likely wouldn’t end well.

Angel was halfway out of the doorway when he heard Husk call out to him. A cringe ran through him as he watched a familiar shadow appear on the floor and a looming presence came up at his back. “Bringing more friends, baby?” Valentino asked, voice in his ear as a hand curled around his shoulder. “You’re lucky the work day’s over.”

“I didn’t ask him to come into the studio,” he replied quietly.

“Oh, don’t worry,” the moth purred, “let’s go greet this guest of ours, hm?”

A shove pushed him through the doorway into the last set. Most of the lights had been shut off but there were still enough on to see everything clearly. Husk was looking at everything from one of the doors leading into the entrance hall with his arms crossed and a disinterested expression. Behind him, Valentino hummed in surprise. The hand on his shoulder disappeared but that relief barely had a chance to settle when the moth moved around him.

“If this isn’t a pleasant surprise,” Valentino said, sounding almost genuine, “it’s been quite some time, old friend.”

“Yeah,” Husk drawled lazily, “I’m not here for you.”

“Are you sure?” The pimp leaned in to lift Husk’s chin with a sultry smirk. “I can make it worth your while again.” A hand ran down the cat demon’s chest in a way that had anger burning bright in Angel’s veins. “My Angelcakes here could join if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“No.” The refusal had Angel tensing in preparation. “I’m taking Angel home.”

A rumbling growl filled the air. Angel hated everything that ever came with that sound. The hands on Husk curled in and he could only watch as Valentino’s claws pierced through the cat’s fur. As blood started to come up, he shoved himself forward out of his fear to get between the two. He grabbed the moth’s arms to pull him away from Husk but was effortlessly batted away. The impact with the floor was jarring but not nearly as much as lifting himself up to see red shadows starting to flicker around Valentino.

Smoke rolled off the moth in waves, too heavy to lift off the ground as it spread through the studio. Angel scrambled to his feet to avoid getting a face full of the pheromones. There was a crash as Valentino pushed himself back from Husk with a chitter that hurt his ears. Bits of the moth started to drift. Horror froze him in place as he could only watch wings unfurl in swirling shadows and shimmering scales. They twisted in a red cloudy haze around the pimp, making it near impossible to see him. Patterned hearts shifted and curled into unblinking eyes within the storm.

“Val!” A crackle of electricity snapped Angel’s attention to where Vox appeared from one of the many cameras; no doubt having been watching them. “Christ, not here. Your studio’s not equipped for this.”

“What’s he doing?” Angel heard himself ask even as his sole focus returned to the swirling red, white, and black mass of smoke, shadows, and scales.

“Remember when I told you he had that change?” Husk asked, staring at Valentino like he was. “This,” a hand was held out to the mess, “is as far as he gets. He ain’t cut out for all this bullshit.”

“Don’t be so fucking high and mighty, Husker,” Vox snarled, any semblance of that polite and charming businessman gone. Angel shot the overlord a sharp look. Knowing objectively that Husk was an overlord and would know the other overlords and being faced with it were two different things. Especially when Valentino was doing that because he wanted to be different but had too much power to change. “Fix him. You’re the only goddamn bastard that can reach him like this.”

The jagged anger and jealousy in the TV demon’s voice had Angel re-sorting how the Vees operated in his mind. They were definitely dating. No one got that upset about someone else being able to help their business partner when they couldn’t. It probably didn’t help that Husk used to own Valentino’s soul. Angel actually didn’t know how he would react if the cat demon was going through something that he couldn’t help with but Alastor could. Actually, it was probably worse for Vox because Valentino used to be Husk’s casino whore.

“You’re just a pussy, Vox.” Husk rolled his eyes and stepped towards the red storm. “You’re too scared of him hurting you like this to yank his ass back.”

“Wait-” Angel didn’t want to see Husk get hurt but found himself cut off.

“That’s not the issue,” Vox snapped. “He doesn’t respond to me.” Burning red and blue eyes glared at the cat demon. “Not when he’s been your fucking pet and heels like a goddamn dog at the sound of your voice.”

“It’s because I owed his soul for half of his years in Hell.” Angel cringed as Husk reached elbow deep into the squeaking and growling cloud that was somehow Valentino. “Ain’t no getting rid of that connection completely. Even if it is only psychological.” There was a low grunt from the cat and flare of his wings. “Pull yourself together,” Husk grumbled, “you’re starting to fuck with our rational thought, you selfish prick.”

The coalescing of shadows, smoke, and scales had Angel lifting a hand to shield his eyes. It only took him a moment to notice the sudden loss of the sweet scent that had filled the air; it came on too slowly to be recognizable. He blinked a little sleepily as his thoughts lost the red haze. Fucking Hell, how had he not noticed how much of Valentino’s magic had curled around him? In front of him the moth appeared once more. Down on his knees with his wings draped behind him and his arms held in Husk’s hands, making it clear that was how he had dragged him back.

“‘M sorry.” The quiet apology had Angel jerking back in surprise. Valentino never apologized for anything. “Husky, I…I can’t do it. I’ve tried.”

“It ain’t easy,” Husk said, voice rough but somehow too gentle. “I told you it was gonna be hard.”

“It hurts,” the moth seemed to cry. Angel jerked back from the sound and frowned at the way Husk softened. At his side there was a crackle from Vox. “You said…you said we’d do it together. That you’d help me.” There was a sway to Valentino that put him closer to the cat demon in front of him.

“I know.” Husk’s quiet whisper could almost be lost if not for the silence in the studio. He adjusted his hold on Valentino with such gentleness that Angel didn’t think he’d ever be able to find in himself when it comes to the moth. “I fucked up, Lucky,” he admitted, wings drooping and tail pooling on the floor. “You needed help and I got inta some shit I couldn’t get out of.” This whole scene was making Angel realize that there had been more between the former overlord and the current one than the ownership of a soul.

“I’m sorry,” Valentino pressed his face against Husk in a way that had a loud crackle coming from Vox, “I don’t…don’t leave me again. Please, I can-I’m trying to change.”

“I’m not making that promise.” The way saying that seemed to twist up the cat demon made Angel frown. He didn’t know what was starting to burn in his belly but he loathed for it to be jealousy. “I just can’t.”

A flutter of moth wings had Vox disappearing from his side to reach Valentino’s. Swept the suddenly unconscious overlord up into his arms with a dark look pinned on Husk. Cyan claws curled protectively around Valentino. Angel hesitantly joined the cat demon’s side and put a hand on his arm; maybe offering comfort or maybe not, he wasn’t sure. One of his paws reached out to take his hand with a reassuring squeeze.

“I think we should go,” he said, softly tugging on Husk’s hand. He didn’t want to be in this charged atmosphere any longer.

“You should,” Vox agreed.

“No.” Husk gave a firm shake of his head to both of them. “Something needs to finally be done about him.” The shark-toothed snarl from Vox did nothing against the cat’s resolve. “Where does he keep the contracts?”

“I’m not telling you that,” the TV overlord said, red eyes narrowed.

“The penthouse,” Angel answered with both hope and dread curling in his chest. Could Husk really be trying to do what he thought he was?

Before Husk could move, Vox made a threatening static crackle. “I can’t let you fuck up Val’s work,” he said, “what kind of business partner would I be if I let that slide?” Some of the slick charm was back in his voice, making Angel wish it stayed gone.

“A good one,” the cat replied, “but what kind of lover would you be if you continue to let him go on like this?” Husk held the overlord’s gaze with an unwavering one of his own. It wasn’t often that Angel got to glimpse the gambling man and knowing the truth behind it, he was grateful. “For once, Vox, do what he needs and not what he wants.”

“What the fuck would you know about what Val needs?” Vox asked, charm gone once more to be replaced with snarling jealousy.

“It’s only gonna get worse.” Husk glanced at the unconscious moth in the TV demon’s arms with a complicated expression on his furred face. “He’s not gonna get better without you takin’ that first step to help him. This shit ain’t easy to do alone.”

Vox’s screen glitched as he turned away from them. Angel gripped Husk’s hand tighter, only just beginning to understand how hard it truly was to change. “Fine,” the TV overlord sighed, not looking at them, “but the only contract you’re taking is Angel’s. I’ll worry about the others.” A soft rush of static came from the demon before he started walking towards the open doors. “You better be quiet about it, Velvette’s sleeping.”

[morgana-ren]

I finished the game for the first last night (up til 2:30 am lol) and there was some real hurt when the Emperor just up and joined the Netherbrain as soon as PC put her foot down. Like I played my PC as genuinely giving him a chance to be the person he claimed to be. And he does that "don't you trust me uwu" thing as if the issue is trust and honesty. Like no dude, the issue is that what you are planning is unconscionable, not that you lied about your species. Need to write an essay on it tbh

That's actually where me and my bf started to suspect something. We did it just to see what would happen, and him immediately turning on his heel and joining the netherbrain made us go "What?" because it made no sense.

We questioned whether it was poor writing so that you had to choose, but the game is so well written that it didn't make sense. We couldn't figure out why he would just say 'fuck this' and give up everything and doom the world he claimed to care for just because we decided to liberate the Gith. Why why why--

Unless his true goals that he was obscuring from you would be ruined by the actual defeat of the mindflayer Grand Design.

He claims to want to be a member of society, and just to be treated like a normal person. He claims to want to save the world. That is the lie he tells you to gain your aid. I call it a lie, because it is one. If what he said was true, he would encourage you to release the Gith Prince to truly defeat the Grand Design once and for all, because the Gith Prince has the secret to doing so. If he truly wanted to actually save the world, he would want that security against the other mindflayers.

You know why he wouldn't want the release of the Gith Prince? Because the Gith Prince could foil his Grand Design too.

He says fuck you and runs off to join the netherbrain if you release the prince because he's defeated the netherbrain once, and he could likely do it again. It would be a huge inconvenience and it would knock centuries off his plan, and he would prefer not do, but he would do it. He could break free and end up dominating it somehow. He has proven he has the ability more than once.

The Gith Prince though? The prince knows how to truly defeat mindflayers once and for all, supposedly. He can't plan for it because he doesn't know how. It would well and truly foil his plans forever.

If he wasn't planning his own domination, he would want the prince freed to ensure the safety of all of humanity and the realms from the 'other' mindflayers.

That's the only way that makes sense.

Remember when I said all independent mindflayers are still mindflayers and seek to become the brain versus being a servant of it? Well it's a lot easier to do that if you have a band of gullible humans there to help you defeat the netherbrain and think you are their ally. That opens the way clear up for you to become the netherbrain instead and take over their dominion. Especially when the humans think you are their friend and trust you and don't tend to look into your business.

Withers tries to warn you of this. Many people try to warn you. Even Vlaakith, while mainly concerned for her own power, understands that the mindflayer locked in the prism is dangerous. There are books scattered throughout the world that say without a shadow of a doubt that mindflayers are manipulative bastards that are incapable of human emotions and thoughts. They lie to meet their own ends. At first, I thought it was because maybe he was the first... but really, what are the chances of that? Back that knowledge with my other knowledge on mindflayers and also the fact that you are conveniently ridding the world of the netherbrain for him, creating a power vacuum he plans to fill?

He's evil, dude. He's just using you. He will even admit it if you always choose negative options and don't fall for his ruse.

TLDR; The Emperor is a bastard filled with foreshadowing and you should not trust him.

[jennawynn]

Enterprise Season 3 Ep 7-12

Episode 7

It's so weird... like they want to make Archer hard and give him the illusion of being capable of Tough Decisions and Torture and Do Anything It Takes but Bakula can't do it and then they undermine the whole thing anyway by having him 'revert' back to his compassionate humanity. It just feels forced. Hard!Archer isn't believable. It also leads to a lot of lines delivered with a rough and loud cadence while others are speaking normally (or in one case, Reed is practically whispering because they're in hiding). His character and delivery end up being inconsistent as a result.

Episode 8

Meanwhile, Trip's descent into darkness is far more believable. "Put them in the airlock." That's believable. That's delivered with the kind of bitter anger that carries that dialogue... and it's more consistently applied. He doesn't waffle about what he wants to do with the Xindi. Probably because he doesn't have the authority to act on it. That could have made a better dynamic- Archer's compassion overriding Trip and even Reed's desire for revenge. Let them act as foils for each other instead of making Archer inconsistent.

This episode is... I don't like it much. The jump to the future, the way they tell the story in flashbacks. Like obviously it's not going to be permanent. I'd almost rather watch all of this happen over a season and then have whatever time fuckery happens happen. Instead we're going to get 'here's what happens if Archer's not around- oh the whole human race dies' but also we're going to keep sending Archer on dangerous away missions where he gets attacked and abducted every third episode.

Reed's goatee is ridiculous. Travis is the only crewmember who isn't still there 12 years later? lol milliCochranes. lol harder. Trip being the captain for 9 years is also kind of hilarious. I guess don't let your low cast count stop you from telling the story you want to tell.

What a weird love triangle thing like they can't decide if they want to make T'Pol be with Archer or Trip. Is it just to create ship drama?

Time fuckery... so they didn't have to kill the parasites specifically. They just needed to kill Archer. That's even dumber.

Episode 9

When one race enslaves another and then the enslaved race gains their freedom, obviously the only answer is to create a reversed power structure that is almost as bad! This is like all the strawman arguments that Black people or women don't want equality, we want superiority.

Making these humans white, though... it allows a character to say "we have long memories" when told that slavery happened a long time ago and maybe, just maybe, someone will listen instead of saying 'why don't Black people just get over it?'

Why is human western culture the dominant culture here, though? None of them would have grown up in the Old West. Shouldn't it be skagarin in design? But then where would the rootin' shootin' episode of this series come in, I guess.

lmao Reed's seen Speed. Shoot the hostage.

Episode 10

It'd be kinda funny if the only main cast to die is the only one who can actually carry the kind of anger that they need for this vengeance plotline, but I have a damn hard time believing they actually killed Trip :joy:

Gonna do some shady ethical shit because "Earth needs Enterprise, Enterprise needs Trip" when maybe you shouldn't be so reliant on seven damn people, like I've been saying. He should have a lieutenant who knows damn near everything he does who can step into his shoes in an emergency. Then you don't need to grow a clone to harvest his brain to save Trip. How NOBODY could fix the engines but Trip is ridiculous.

Episode 11

It bothered me before, but even moreso now. They have referenced the Xindi as 'terrorists' before this episode. In 2004 it makes sense for the guy in Detroit to be worried about terrorists, but not to the Enterprise crew. The goal of the Xindi (as far as they or the audience know at this point) isn't to cause terror. It's to eradicate the humans before the humans eradicate them. They are not terrorists.

Episode 12

Abortion? Spicy.

Holy shit they actually killed someone.

Archer selecting himself for death... it must be a trick. Yeah. Clever trick, but predictable with what we know about the show. Plot Armor for everyone!

And amazingly... it was all for nothing because the war had nearly wiped out both sides long before they even came in contact with Enterprise! Status quo! No real changes! One fewer rando crewman. I'm sure the sphere data that was deleted was also just one copy of many because my god if we still haven't learned to make backups of data in the 22nd century I might scream.

[amazilla]

In the read more, a few choice thoughts for you on the subject of being a fictive and how that affects my view of things.

I came into being because Tsukasa already existed. As far as our system goes, Tsukasa is as close to a "core" as we can get, and I exist to protect him. But when I first gained awareness, I was angry that I was me, especially because I knew I was only taking on this form and personality because of someone else. I've gotten over that, though, and come to find some joys in being a fictive.

Over the last several years, I've been able to expand my view of the world with help from other parts/personalities/headmates, whatever you want to call them. In particular, the last few months, our Angel has helped me realize my role outside of our system as well, to exist and enjoy existing. That my purpose isn't only as a guard dog for the others, nor even just as a peice of a whole. While I do still view us, as a system, as parts of a "whole" out of nessecity (one body and all that, got to see things this way) I am still allowed to exist as myself and make myself as an individual seen and understood. Life doesn't have to be strictly as part of someone else.

Tsuki has since taken an extreme backseat in our life, leaving me and two other parts to take over physically. We do take turns, although not really on purpose or anything, it just sort of happens. It can be jarring to suddenly realize you are the one present fully when you thought you were floating by watching as someone else did the work. Switching can feel so smooth and gradual like this, but it can also be jarring and feel like whiplash. Sometimes I'm able to step back and sleep, not be present at all.

I'm still pretty unsure exactly how we function, but it's something I'm interested in observing and attempting to describe, for the benifit of understanding. Of course it would be helpful to recognize patterns, predicting things is preemptive damage control.

That's a lot of words to say I've been enjoying being in control and dominant and present much more than I have in the past. lol

In this time I've come to an understanding of why I was Amane to begin with, and also understood I don't have to fit some kind of narrative for the sake of others. Angel is similar, he won't even use his canon name because he wants to be able to enjoy the fandom and the character he is based off of without immediately associating them with himself. But he will still respond if we call him that name, its still his.

With that being said, I'm going to be doing a re-read of the source material that Tsuki and I are sourced from. With fresh eyes, maybe I won't feel so strongly about the events and can enjoy them as a story?

But let's talk about that, about how the story is completely different from my "canon" which I associate myself with. For me, it feels like if I am a fanfiction version of Amane, essentially. It's not that I come from a fanfiction, I'm pretty sure this story doesn't exist IRL just in my head. Tsuki said one day he'd write it and post it anonymously. Since I'm an AU from the Amane in JSHK, it's easier to look at fandom. I can enjoy fanart and fanfics knowing that there is no way that these people are making this about me, like me me specifically.

I may see myself as Amane, but the reality is I'm nobody, and I am not the guy in all those fanarts and stories that get posted. I can project myself on them if I want to, but I can also disengage easily if I see something I don't like. This is, in my opinion, the way fictives and fictionkin should approach fandom if they're interested in taking part, either as an observer lurker or an active member in some capacity.

I thought maybe if Tsuki does write that fic based on our "canon" that if anyone got inspired by it and drew art of it, would I then have to admit they were finally depicting me and Tsuki as we exist now, or could I still divorce myself from that? I think I would try my hardest to separate myself from it, no matter how close it feels. The artist would have no way to know it was meant to depict the fictionalized mythology of two members of a plural system, unless there was a note on the fic and then that could be dangerous.

It's wise to be careful what kind of information you give out to anyone, especially things that could impact your health or safety. Some details of our canon would give away information on manipulating us, and so it would be something we should take care to replace and re-write for the fic. Even if nobody knew, I'd still have it be changed. The fic would be a sort of way to share, catharsis and venting, or getting it out on paper. For me and Tsuki, keeping everything a secret forever when it impacts us so greatly is frustrating. And part of why I made this blog.

[mvrders-are-okay]

— ( TERRITORIAL . . . ! )

— [ scaramouche × male reader ]

— [ content warnings: this is in school settings, but it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re underaged. dub-con. cheating. reader is an asshole, lol. implied baby-trapping. implied multiple orgasms. dominant scara! ]

— ( NOTES . . . ! )

all right, here is my take for a powerbottom scara. it’s been on my mind lately. modern au, someone please give me the will to write in the canon genshin surroundings.

scaramouche seethed at the sight before him.

how could one not? when you see your boyfriend being touched and kissed by another, who is not going to be mad? he’s going to fucking combust.

he expected to meet you at the students council faculty ( he was the president – yes, shocking ) all good and behave for him, doing some school related works.

but what he found was the executive secretary straddling your lap like – like – like they belonged there! and what’s worse is that you’re just fucking letting them!

acara felt hot tears prickling the corners of his eyes as he continued to watch from the doorway.

fuck this. this is so fucked up beyond words. how — what — why?! that person knows – the whole campus knows, hell, even the principal knows – that you two are dating, fucking, even! the fucking audacity?!

he had always knew that they had their eyes on you. always trying to gain your attention when in meetings, trying to seek more approval from you than they should have – and scaramouche, being the possessive lover he is, just clings on to you tighter and will press a kiss on the crook of your neck, loving the way you shuddered and how they rolled their eyes at the sight.

scara could only scoff. everyone would be lucky to fucking have you. you’re tall, attractive, handsome, and most of all, you’re so cute and adorable! you are the definition of a cute-but-hot boyfriend material. so, it’s no surprise that this whore of an executive secretary is latching on to you like a leech.

he tried his best to not crumble, and he succeeded. somehow.

scara folded his arms over his chest, appearing unaffected by the sight – but archons knows he’s literally dying and shriveling up in jealousy inside.

“well, well, well,” he said bitterly, catching your attention. “get a room, won’t you two? fucking disgusting.”

“s-scara —”

“what?” he spat.

the whore on your lap was frozen and wouldn’t have moved to get themselves off of you if you didn’t tap their thigh, they shuffled to stand up. they looked down on their feet, hands clasping in front of each other, nibbling on their lower lip, as if in shame – but scara knows full fucking well that’s really not the case.

scaramouche took it upon himself to stride to you and grip your tie, in which you let out a surprised yelp at, and proceeded dragging you out of the room. luckily, it isn’t recess nor lunch break – no one gets to see this – him, with his eyeliner smudging down his cheeks because of the stray tears that are spilling down.

fuck you and your attractiveness, making everyone steal you away from him!

in one swift move, he pushed you inside an empty classroom, locking the door and prompted to push at you, slapping your chest, your face, in a fit of rage and jealousy.

but the worst feeling he’s currently feeling . . . is anguish.

“you — ! fuck you, [ name ]! fuck you!” he cursed repeatedly, now crying unabashedly. he pushed you further and further, hands not once stopping to hit your chest, shoulder, stomach – anywhere it could land on – before you’re backed against the wall. “you asshole! what do you—what w-were you even thinking?! you know we’re in a fucking relationship and you’re — you’re letting others—fuck, i hate you! so much!”

he banged his fists on your chest, as if hurting you would remove all the anger and sadness and agony gnawing at him in the inside. he cried, and cried, and bawled his eyes out.

“what, are they better than me, huh?! is that it? do you think they can make you happy than i fucking can? make you feel good than I can?!” he practically yelled your ears off, and when you didn’t respond, he was, in lack of better words, absolutely even more livid. “talk, you asshole!”

“i . . .” you said – and fuck that soft, meek voice of yours, trying to make his heart melt. “i’m sorry . . . i didn’t . . . i – i mean, they forced me! they—um . . . they . . .”

“bullshit! you could have pushed them away!” scaramouche was full on crying now, hiccuping, with snot on his nose that kept he trying to sniffle back, and his face blotched with a mix of pink and red. he doesn’t even think he can shout anymore, his voice was hoarse. “i-is that all i am to you? we’ve been together for two fucking years, [ name ]! am—am i t-that easy to . . . to . . . to . . .”

he just broke down. poor boy feeling everything bad all at once.

but then, the last part of his rationality and sanity drifted off, and he looked at you with crazed eyes.

the next thing that happened was a bit of a blur – you just felt his lips smushing against yours in a forceful kiss, palming your clothed cock, squeezing at it.

he still cried in the kiss.

then he pulled away, getting down on his knees without any words, he just unbuckled your belt, pulled down your trousers and boxers, and just . . . proceeded taking your half-hard cock in his mouth – it immediately went to the back of his throat.

scara moved his head back and forth, hallowing his cheeks and looking up at you through his teary gaze. he had his small hands wrapping around your base to pump off the inches he couldn’t accommodate.

with the snot stuck in his nose, and your thick cockhead blocking his airways, it was so hard to breathe – but he pushed through it.

he pulled his mouth off with a pop, still jerking you off with his hands. “think they can make you feel good than i do, huh?” he said, smirking when you gripped his hair, groaning and grunting, and he wrapped his small mouth around the mushroom head of your cock, sucking on it like a delicious lollipop.

scara swirled his tongue over the slit, and that’s when he tasted your cum. you released in his mouth, and on his face when he pulled off. his face and hair was stained with your thick cum, and he fluttered his long lashes up at you, looking very provocative as he continued to kneel before you.

he was going to make you regret ever cheating on him.

and that’s how he got you on the floor with him, riding your cock up and down. he had his shirt taken off, revealing his whole chest, and only with his black skirt and thigh-highs and shoes left on.

he rode you with passion, moaning, whining, screaming when your cock effortlessly reach that one spot in him.

“t-think—hng—y-y-you can ch-cheat on m-me again if—if you—if you—hah, fuck!—if you get me pregnant? huh? i won’t let y-you, bitch.”

scara was going to make sure you get him fucking pregnant. he doesn’t even care anymore. he doesn’t care if someone was watching through the glass in the door. he doesn’t care if you knocked him up and make him useless, getting him to drop out to take care of the baby and just be a useless little housewife for you when you get home. he doesn’t care.

“you don’t g-get to cheat on me when i can make you feel t-this good, you h-hear? ah . . . ah . . . ah, ah, ah . . .”

the sloppy sounds filled the empty room. you had already cum in him so many times – both of you were pushing through your overstimulation.

well, who’s to blame but you?

i beg to please do not plagiarize my works—it’s no fun.

© mvrders-are-okay [ 2023 ]

[h-s-moonshadow]

Note: Turns out this section was not done lol. The king regarded her and raised an eyebrow. “Princess Nomira?” He said simply. “Normally, court is where matters like this would be discussed.”

Nomira felt her courage shake. Yet for the moment she met his eyes. Her silver against his red, she took a moment and simply held them. “Perhaps that is the case your Majesty,” She stated simply. “However I would prefer if I knew what you were going to do with me now that I am here.”

What little quiet conversation there was in the room silenced. The nobles turning to watch the interaction. Nomira was confronting the king. Perhaps the nobles did not know the specifics of why Nomira was here. Granted, neither did Nomira or the king. Here however, in front of his nobles. Nomira was at her most vulnerable.

The kings red eyes regarded her. Eyes that were harder than diamonds. This was one of the warriors who had killed the dragons. Eaten a heart to gain their power. The power that Nomira so despreatlly wanted to simply have to experience. She envied that power. Even as she hated the man who had taken away her chance to gain it.

“Princess. Are you sure that you wish to have this conversation now?” He asked his posture perfect. Imposing. Even sitting where he was, he felt taller than her. A looming presence that simply dominated whatever area he existed in.

Nomira raised an eyebrow. “It’s the books on sigils filled with notations isn’t it. You’re now convinced that I’ve somehow figured out a way to use sigils to transport myself places. Instead of transporting things to me.”

The king regarded her. “It would be one of the only plausible explanations for how you ended up in the cell with no binding sigil attached to it. We searched the cell up and down.” There was a clear implication in his words

An implication that made the blood drain from her face. She blinked. “My notebook?” She asked softly. “Do you have it?”

Orsa blinked looking at the king. “Father? Notebook? What does that?”

“Daughter, Princess Nomira,” Nomira blinked as the king said her title with a hint of sarcasm. “Hid a leatherbound book in the straw of the prison bed. It turned out to be a notebook, about three quarters full. I spent most of last night looking over it. Right now my scholars have it. As well as the four other books that were in her bag.”

Nomira stayed silent, letting the king explain. She had nothing to hide. Yet suddenly she felt like she should shrink back, be scared. What point was he going to try to make with all of. Oh.

Nomira was last weeks breakfast. She blinked as she looked at him. The king looked down at her with a disappointed look on his face. Regarding her, her reactions. Until Orsa spoke once more.

“And what was in those books father?” Orsa prompted gently. The tall woman glancing between Nomira and the King. “Why is this a shock?”

“The notebook is the quarters filled with notes and drawings of sigils. Crafting on the mechanics of how sigils might work. What sigils this woman would draw were she ever given the power to do so. What she would attempt.” The king looked at Nomira. “Two of the books are the most comprehensive books on the topic of sigils ever written. Expertely notated.”

Orsa paused. “There’s a problem with this?” She asked raising an eyebrow. “Many non-sigilists have studied and theorized about sigils. What makes the Princess special?”

Nomira took a step forwards. “If I could explain your ma-” The kings cold look nearly froze Nomira’s blood. She nodded and took a step back, bowing her head.

“Daughter. Orsa.” The king said softly. “It’s not these books that concern me. It is the things that were with it.”

Nomira blinked, looking up. “My clothes? My bag? The books on politics? Why would they be of any import?”

The king’s gaze returned to Nomira and she willed herself to not shrink to much back. “Nomira.” He said simply. “Those books are comprehensive trade and political maps for the entire world. I too have a copy of them. They are notated as are the books on Sigils. These are four of the rarest books in the world.”

Nomira blinked. Were they? She had sent out orders to find them. It had taken her years to find the sigil books. Granted she had had most of her books on sigils copied many times over. Just like her notebook. Though she always kept the original with her. The other copy was in a safe underneath her bed.

As for the books on world politics.

Her father was a king. Right. 

“Who did you steal this from Nomira.” The king asked softly.

Sigils and Willows: Part 8

Nomira could not express how happy she was to have her clothes. They had not given her her bag, nor her nightgown books or candies. They had given her her clothes. She could have wept as she felt the familiar fabric hug her skin. Wedding dresses were not meant to be slept in. Indeed hers was meant to be taken off as fast as possible.

There was a pit in her stomach as she sat in her room, waiting to move down to the breakfast area. A worry. Her parents would send people after her right? They would try to rescue her from this place. From Untine.

From a place who’s king claimed that he did not know why she was brought here. Could that really be the case? If so, why was she here. Who had brought her here and for what purpose. She stood from the bed, thin but not uncomfortable simply not lavish, and started to pace around the small room.

If this was not a politically motivated strike why had it happened? The Princess seemed to be less of a scholar here, more of a warrior. Perhaps Princess Orsa was as Nomira considered Halnoa, a scholar of the blade and body.

Granted Nomira’s own “scholarship” was less that and more just her notating her favorite types of sigils, favorite theorycrafting about sigils. Even the possibilities of new sigils. It did not matter to her if her ideas were possible or not. Even here in the once home of the dragons she could not access the power she had always dreamed of.

She stopped pacing as she saw herself in the mirror. Tan skin, teal hair, silver eyes. She looked tired. Haunted. Sad. What could she do here? What if the king and princess were lying? Could she do anything about it?

The answer was obvious. No, she could not. Politically, she was as useless as a dull blade here.

Dull blades could still rip fabric, you just needed to apply more pressure. She looked away from herself in the mirror. The image of the tired sad girl staring back at her draining her confidence. She was not made for this type of thing. For political intruge. She was barely made for contracts and treaties. One look at the contract she had made with the Silver Forest and you would be able to see that she could not be trusted to do anything political. Why they agreed still baffled her.

She almost did not notice the knock at her door. Her mind was so in thought in the dull room around her that she barely gave it any thought, simply thinking it another product of her mental state. 

When it came again more insistant she finally moved to the door, and put on a smile. It was the prim proper smile of a princess. The servant who greeted her smiled back.

“Can I help you?” Nomira asked gently.

“You’ve been summoned to breakfast.” He replied with a small bow. “I am to lead you there Princess Nomira. 

Nomira nodded, wonderful she had a chaperone, and gestured for him to lead the way.

The grand hall was beyond Nomira’s wildest imaginings. The king used this for breakfast? Carved into what felt like the very heart of the mountain, with doors that seemed to lead into every other part of the castle and two large entrance doors made of stone, fifty feet high that lay open to a long staircase that descended to the city of New Untine, the grand hall was a sight to behold.

The walls were smooth as if sanded to the finest of grits. Colors that were a true part of the stone swirled and mixed in the stone. Reds, whites, yellows, greens, and browns swirled, dotted, and captured a natural beauty that also eemed truely ethereal.

The area itself could hold thousands of people. Perhaps tens of thousands if they were shoulder to shoulder. Or maybe just ten thousand. It was hard to say. The room was very large.

Nomira had not noticed that she had just been standing and gawking. It seemed strange. That now, in this place she would loose her composure.

She was in the day dress, a pale blue garment that dropped down to her ankles and had short sleeves and a modest neckline. Not to high not to low. The skirt flowed around her, yet she felt nearly informal as she walked into the dining area.

It was not that everyone in the room was dressed more formally than her, it was that everyone in the room was dressed differently than her. The noble ladies come to dine in the castle wore elegant tops that exposed their midriffs. Often the edges covered in sparkling gemstones or scales of metal.

The women also wore skirts that cut of at the knees, made of fine leather died to match. Were they died to match their eyes? Yes. Dyed brown, green, blue, or red in order to match eye color. It was a beautiful fashion.

The men in turn wore vests. No shirts adorned them, simply open vests with the same stylings of gemstones or metal scales. Shining in the light of the day. Wearing skirts the same color as their own eyes.

There were two people in the noble class who were not dressed in this style. Nomira watched the king and Princess of Untine as they sat at the high table. Both dressed in fine suits of a fashion that she herself did not know. They were elegant. Powerful. Two figures that loomed over the hall, though everyone inside of it was at least six feet tall apart from Nomira. She was the odd one out here.

She glanced around, she had been invited to dine here. To engage in breakfast with the court. There were empty seats at the high table, but perhaps. No, she had been invited by the king himself.

As she stepped towards the high table the king stood, gesturing to a seat, and nodding. He then sat down, and continued to eat his breakfast.

With a nod, Nomira walked to the seat and took it primly. She noted the looks of the other nobles. Curious, yet not indignant or enraged that she got this seat of honor near to the king. After Nomira had seated herself she spoke.

“Thank you your majesty, for this seat,” Her voice was cool, calm. She took a breath to calm her nerves. She nodded as the servants brought her a plate full of food. Toast, butter, eggs, bacon, and some varying greens. She blinked looking at it.

Her stomach rumbled. She was so hungry, more hungry than she was sure she had the right to be. That did not stop her from digging into the food. Prim and proper as always. She ate quickly and with a hunger that while not as potent, reminded her of worse days. She had gotten soft. That was obvious to her.

Her eyes trailed the room, and noticed that many other eyes were on her. The strange princess from a foreign land who happened to appear in this place. She cared not for the nobles eyes, but then…

The chair next to her moved. Nomira jumped turning to see the beautiful princess of Untine. Orsa. Hearts that woman was so tall. She blinked as the Princess sat beside her. Nomira paused fork halfway to her mouth as she just, took a moment. Stunned into silence by the strangeness of what was happening.

“Princess?” She inquired, or well tried to. That was the only word that came out of her mouth before her brain flooded her tongue with so many questions that she could not ask a single one. At least the many questions was part of the reason she was tongue tied.

The other reason was Princess Orsa herself. Tall, with light skin and dark brown hair. She was beautiful in a fearsome way. As she took a seat next to Nomira, Nomira could not help but gaze over physique of the woman. Muscles that shown even in that suit. A grace that could only be achieved by a true warrior, powerful yet gentle. And those ruby red eyes, not as stern as Orsa’s fathers but certainly beautiful in their own right.

It was not like when Orsa was running. Yes certainly Nomira had seen more of Orsa while she was running but somehow that was less than she saw now. Of the political side of the princess. Something she had, evendentlly mistakenly, wondered if Orsa even possessed.

Nomira shook herself slightly. Now was certainly not the the time to get distracted. She paused as she felt the ring on her right hand ring finger. Closing her eyes she closed her fist. Feeling that pressure. She had a duty, she would make sure to achieve that duty.

“Princess Nomira?” Orsa’s voice, a deep feminine tenor brought her out of her own mind. Nomira blushed deeply.

“Apologies Princess,” She said incining her head in a gentle sign of respect. She needed to focus. To play whatever political game would allow here to get out of here, to get home. “I got distracted and missed if you said anything.”

Orsa laughed, a beautiful series of tones straight from her chest. The sound of someone who enjoyed laughing and did so a lot. Nomira smiled back gently.

“I rarely say important things Princess Nomira.” Orsa responded waving a hand, a small smile touching her lips. “More often than not I only say important things at parties.”

“Oh?” Nomira intoned, taking another bite of her food. She was almost done with the plate. This breakfast had been amazing. Yet something stuck out to her. After the cold conversation they had had on the walls of the palace, Orsa was being rather friendly. 

“Yes, most often its when I’m tired and the dancing is done. I make a statement that my father simply must refute the following day.” She waved a hand. “There was a time where I made a proclamation that every child in the city needed a flower crown. Still don’t think that one needed refuted.”

Nomira paused, regarding Orsa. “Every child needed… flower crowns? You have the power to make procloations like that?”

Orsa paused. “Yes,” She paused. “Father and I share duties in the regards. He holds court today instead of myself. Starting soon.” She paused. “How does Galdraz do it?”

Nomira blinked, and for a moment was stunned. Orsa was allowed to make policy desisions? Perhaps it was underneath the kings supervision. Yet holding court. Dealing with the woes of the people. That was something usually only reserved for the ruler of a kingdom.

“I worked as a diplomat and ambassador, Princess.” Nomira replied after a moment. “I was not necessarily in charge of anything. I’ve never made any policy desisions. Or helped in court. Though I have attended many sessions.”

And offered advice. Advice that was never heeded until she worked so hard. She fought so hard. Until her father finally gave her the responseability to create a union with the Silver Forest. And she did. 

She almost missed Orsa’s next reply, but thankfully snapped out of her own thoughts as the Princess started to speak.

“You were not allowed…” She frowned. “Were you going to rule after your parents death or abdication?”

Nomira nodded. “Yes, it would either be me or my brother. Most likely myself,” She paused. “Depended on who was married, on who had heirs.” Nomira looked at Orsa. “Why do you ask?”

“It simply seems odd that a queen or king would be expected to rule when they themselves have not made policy desisions.” Orsa shrugged. “If it works for Galdraz then I see no reason for it to not continue, I simply find the idea odd.”

Nomira nodded. “I’ve used that argument, believe me,” She tried to keep the tired effect out of her voice. The one that came in whenever a subject like this was discussed, one she had argued on for so many years. “It has not worked like I wanted it to. Granted, it did get me a wedding eventually. Sadly…”

Nomira sighed looking at Orsa. She knew she looked pathetic here. With everyone so tall, so mighty. The Untinians were who killed the dragons, and each and every one of them looked like they could do so without issue. It was an intimidating sight. She paused and finished off the final few bites of her plate.

“Sadly?” Orsa prompted gently.

Nomira shook her head. “With luck I can convince your father to help me get back, then the wedding will go through.” She paused. “Does anyone really know why I’m here?” She asked gently. “Do you know why I would be here?”

At that Orsa seemed to shrink a little bit. Ruby eyes glancing out at the room. “No. I don’t think any of us know why you are here.”

An interesting choice of emphasis for words. Nomira noted that but for the moment dismissed the ida that it would mean anything. After all, she had a king to speak to. She stood, and walked around the table, so she could stand opposite him. She would look this man in the eyes.

[onovnii]

I just read your Mammon nsfw hcs & loved the writing so bad, could you do one for Leviathan as well when you have the chance? Thanks :smug:

# general nsfw headcanons

feat. leviathan x gn!mc

summary. how levi is in bed :)

cw. nsfw , frotting, male and female genitalia is mentioned, tail fucking lol

author n. like last time, these are sort of all over the place but its okay, i still had fun w this request. sorry its kinda late but hope you enjoyed it ;”)

leviathan.

▸ despite his shy nature, levi isnt a complete virgin. he knows what he’s doing sure, but when it comes to you? he acts like it’s his first time ever.

▸ levi gets nervous and blushy when it comes to kissing you, so it’s safe to say he’ll be hesitant when it comes to sexual touch.

▸ poor levi is so pent up :( and for a while he’s too shy to ask for sex. so after the first night you two share, you better be prepared to have sex pretty frequently.

▸ you’re gonna have to be the one to initiate everything at first. sitting on his lap, pressing gentle kisses on his jawline, is the easiest way to rile him up.

▸ like a certain brother, he probably cried the first time you two did it. he’s had sex before, but this time was completely different for him. it was with someone he loved and trusted wholeheartedly. and your reassuring praises didn’t help the overwhelming sensation within him.

▸ also enjoys gentle love making more than rough fucking. of course, he isn’t apposed to the latter.

▸  definitely a switch with a sub lean. he doesn’t mind taking over, but he has to work up the courage to do so.

▸ though, when he gets jealous he becomes wayyy more dominant than usual. a lot more rough too (if you’re into that)

▸ because of how flustered he gets, he unintentionally switches to his demon form during sex a lot. you don't mind of course, but he’ll always apologize for it when you’re done.

▸ levi loves hickeys !! he loves being marked up. it shows to him that you actually want him and he’ll shyly show it off.

▸ he also loves marking you. a subtle yet effective way of telling others, “back off, they’re mine”

▸ sex in the bath happens a lot. it’s mostly him receiving but he’ll make up to you later :’))

▸ loves it when you kiss him when you stroke his cock under the water. loves it even more if you edge him. he’ll keep begging you to let him cum.

▸ shower sex happens too don't worry. during those times, you’ll be on the receiving end. levi is wayyy stronger than he looks so he doesn’t have a hard time holding you up as he fucks you stupid against the shower walls.

▸ if you have a dick, levi really likes it when you sit on his lap while he’s playing a game, and pull out his cock just to rub his tip with your own.

▸ the action is so small, so simple, yet it drives him insane. the feeling of you sitting on his lap, you biting his neck and kissing the faint bruise, the overall closeness, it all makes him so flustered. to the point you’ll have him cumming in seconds.

▸ after that, he’ll pause or try to quickly finish his game just so he can continue with what you started.

▸ if you don't, that's okay. levi has another thing he likes to do. it’s a fact levi is infatuated with your thighs. so when watching anime, he likes laying behind you. he gains the habit of slipping his cock in between your thighs. so he can watch whatever’s on screen and feel you against him at the same time. eventually that wont be enough for him and he’ll (shyly) ask you to ride him.

▸ for all the monster fuckers out there, yes he does use his tail. again, if you have a dick levi likes stroking it with his tail. it lets him focus on whatever he’s doing while touching you. 

▸he likes doing it whenever he feels in a more dominate mood. the sounds you make only fuel him to continue teasing you. eventually, it gets to a point where levi cant resist the temptation anymore and invites you to his lap where he makes you ride him.

▸ if you don't have one, don't worry. he still uses his tail. you’ll have to convince him on this though, but it’s easy to do so.

▸ after some talking, levi will stuff his tail inside your cunt, careful to not hurt you, while he rubs circles on your clit. he’ll quickly grow to like it. he can pleasure you and watch your reactions. your moans give him confidence in what he’s doing.

▸ he also has a bunch of toys tucked away in the farthest corner in his room. he’ll introduce you to them after a while and will shyly ask if you could use some on him and vice versa.

▸ secretly loves it when you make him wear a vibrator on his cock and slowly turn up the intensity while he plays a game. it drives him insane and he can never last long.

▸ also loves it when you use a cockring on him. the feeling of his orgasm building up, just for it to not release is enough to make him cry.

▸ also loves doing it to you! sometimes when you get a little too needy for his touch, he’ll make you use a vibrator. he just loves it when you beg for him to touch you. makes him feel sooo wanted.

- val

[of-infinite-wonders]

Doll 🖤 ( Danny /Reader)

Pairing: Danny / reader

Warnings: straight into smut- fingering, penetrative sex, language, cockwarming, domineering Danny deserves a warning in of itself lol (18+, minors DNI)

A/N: Hello friends!! This is my first fic I’m going to post on here- second one I’ve written ever for these boys. This was for a dear pal and with their encouragement I’ve decided to throw caution to the wind and put it on my greta blog. Why the hell not? Enjoy! 🖤🖤

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“They won’t miss me-“ Danny mumbled between making sure your skirt was well pulled over your hips to gain him access.

“- they’re too busy figuring out their own shit; it’s just me and you tonight, doll..”

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the thought of the kiszkas fighting in the confined studio only to look up to find the two of you gone and fleeing to your shared home, and into your bedroom — you knew how they could get, so it really wasn’t an issue.

But that was the furthest thing from your mind once you felt the sharp nibble on your ear. “Danny, babe-“ You started with a sigh, already feeling goosebumps trail along your skin.

“Mmm?” He hummed in response, strong hands running up your side and lifting one of your legs up around his hip.

“Are you- hmm…I—“

Any words of considerate caution for the rest of the guys and their studio time that you tried to get out were overpowered by the thought of having the drummer right then and there— he was on one tonight, you could just tell.

“Shh, shh- they’ll be fine. I don’t care… I just wanna give it to you… just wanna-“ Another bite to the crook of your neck this time coaxed a soft whimper from you, and a guttural moan similar to a growl from Danny, his calloused fingers roaming all over your skin.

“Baby I don’t give a fuck about anything else but making you scream tonight, alright? That’s it- I saw the way you were looking at me earlier…”

The smirk that played on his lips alone was enough to make your knees give out, and you were almost speechless, simply giving into the desire you’ve felt for him all night. You loved joining in on the studio sessions, and being around the boys- it was always fun to hang out and also watch them be truly in their element. However… it was also an opportunity for Danny to be (usually) an unintentional tease. The man was beautiful, and everything was accentuated when he would lay his drum tracks down; the way his arms flexed, the concentrated expressions that came over his face, the intensity in his eyes from needing to get things just right…

You needed him now.

“Then give it to me. Give it to me right here baby,” You gave him your best fiery doe eyes, your own hands weaving through his curls and giving them a little tug while rocking your hips against his— you could already feel your arousal and it’d only been a mere five minutes since the two of you had gotten home. To do a little teasing of your own, your hands found their way down to unfasten the button of his jeans, and immediately felt how hard he was; and that he’d chosen to go commando without your knowledge. “My my…. aren’t you a bad boy, huh? Was this for me?..” Once you made contact with his length, his head tilted back and from his mouth came a heavenly sigh— he needed more. He needed to feel all of you.

It didn’t take long for him to shimmy his jeans down around his ankles and run his hands back up your legs when he came back up. “Fuck me, baby..”

Danny’s shining eyes never left yours with sheer want and intensity as your words echoed through his mind like wildfire; in one swift movement, his arms lifted you all the way up around his waist, so your thighs fell on top of his hips and your back pressed against the solid wall behind you.

“Fuck, (Y/N)…” He whispered softly, feeling your heat against his length as he stroked himself slowly, and ran the tip along the soft cotton that still held a barrier between the two of you. He was fascinated by your body always; and propped himself up to use one arm to keep hold of you, while his free hand found it’s way to your core— you were whimpering with need at this point, your breath already being taken away from him lifting you— and his fingers worked so gently over your sensitive heat, it seemed almost sinister. He had the tendency to switch between deliciously rough and more soft with you, and your mind reeled when handling the waves; he knew just what buttons to push, just how to make you tremble around him… which is exactly what you did when he pushed the material to the side and slipped two fingers inside of you.

“Shit….” You moaned out, head falling back against the wall- it didn’t take long for you to start grinding against his hand, while his thumb grazed your clit in the most perfect circles. A look of pure lust filled his eyes as they watched you work yourself around him, mesmerized by your body and how you reacted to his fingers; after a few moments of watching you in awe, he couldn’t take it any longer— feeling himself throb, Danny carefully pulled his hand away from you.

“Jesus honey, you taste so good.. hey, look at me.” He made sure you were watching as he put his fingers between his lips to lick them clean; pulling you from your haze that already had your eyes sealed shut, before leaning in for a passionate kiss. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

All you could muster was a fucked-out nod and a soft ‘uh-huh’ before he lined himself up, and slowly filled you up to the hilt- pushing in deep, the stretch you felt was a blissful sin as he hit that sweet spot deep inside you; he was perfect. The sound that fell from Danny’s mouth was pure sex, and his face contorted so beautifully as he felt you consume him, gratefully taking every inch of him.

Likewise, your mouth fell open and the feeling of him completely filling you up had you rocking against him— after giving you a moment to adjust to his length, he started to move at a faster pace as you gripped onto his strong shoulders, lingering moans swirling around the two of you in harmony with his own. You could see a bead of sweat start to form near his brow, the curls starting to stick to his temples- all the while, his thrusts were becoming more forceful, driving your back into the wall.

“Fuck- fuck, you feel so good baby…so good around my cock.. taking me so well…”

That deep spot he was hitting had your head spinning- he started to move even quicker, grazing your sweet spot again and again as the sound of your hips colliding against the wall drove you closer and closer to your release — this man made you cry out his name like he were the only god above, and the devil below. Tingles quickly rushed over your body and you needed more, chasing your release after being so wound up for hours on end; your beautiful boyfriend drove you insane, and you loved every minute of it.

Feeling close to the edge himself, Danny reached down once again and started rubbing tight circles on your clit, feeling that sweet fluttering around him that signaled you were getting there too. With his new movements, you couldn’t hold your cries in any longer- neither of you cared about any neighbors, any passerby’s… all you knew was Danny and how he felt pounding into you, pulling all the way out and pushing fully back in with each thrust, and his sweet praise:

“That’s it, baby- that feel good? You like when I play with it while you take me? God, (Y/N) you’re so fucking beautiful…”

Your eyes bore into his as you felt that coil tighten more and more, just about to burst.

“Danny- D-Danny, please…I’m so close…fuck me, baby, yes-!!”

He shuddered, keeping up each movement to get you both over the edge and groaned out, “Let go for me, okay? Doing so well..fuck, I’m so close baby…”

Only a moment later were you thrust into the most earth-shattering release you’d ever experienced, thighs trembling around Danny’s torso, chest heaving with sweat as the pleasure surged throughout your entire body. You gripped onto his shoulders and let out a choked cry, and as you were riding out your high, his hips stuttered as he felt his release take over him as well- holding you close while staying put inside you, his length twitching as you hugged him from the inside out and felt him fill you completely.

“Jesus Christ…” He laughed softly, ducking his head into the crook of your neck while somehow still holding you up- and thank god he was, because your body had gone limp, the both of you completely spent and fucked out.

“Mhm,” You nodded, petting the back of his head in total awe; he made you feel like heaven on earth, like his own personal angel and devil all at once. “You…” You spoke barely above a whisper trying to catch your breath. “-you’re insane, Daniel.”

Again, he couldn’t help but laugh and lift his head up to nuzzle his nose with your own, allowing himself to stay inside you for one more second before slowly pulling out- that is, before you halted his movement with your foot against his hip.

“No no, stay..” You gave him a sweet, exhausted smile. “I just don’t wanna let go yet.”

Danny leaned in for a lingering kiss, stopping only to mumble into your lips. “That’s fine with me, doll- let’s get comfy..”

And with that, those arms carried you across the room to keep the two of you connected, and maneuvered yourselves into bed- you just loved the feeling of him keeping inside you, feeling full and connected as you tangled your limbs within the sheets- and Danny secretly loved it, too.

The rest of the night consisted of simply being close, playing with Danny’s beautiful curls, running your hand along his glowing skin and giggling at stupid videos on your phone- and eventually, a well-deserved shower. Your drummer boy was all you needed.

“I love you, (Y/N)..”

“I love you, Danny.”

[egg-emperor]

Eggman is a villain. Remember when Eggman dominating the world was a thing in Sonic Forces? Pretty sure many suffered for that. He's really a menace like he had Sonic as a prisioner and didn't bother to unalive him IN THAT MOMENT just because he enjoyed more the idea of making others lose hope via him? Or the time he didn't care that Infinite dissapeared and instead get full mecha not giving a damn about his "indestructible invention". I don't think he even saw Infinite as nothing more than a weapon this is why I believe he was actually a sentimental creature with his memory completely erased, similar to Surge and Kit but this is more of a headcanon than a fact lol. Whatever the true is this only shows what you have said earlier about Eggman, that all his inventions are disposable no matter what

To know this isn't the worst he has done is something that shouldn't be ignored lol

YEAH Forces got it so right... It got absolutely everything right about Eggman and its only flaw is for such an important and significant role to the plot. He deserved way more screentime to see the full extent of his actions and plan on screen and spotlight in his temporary glorious victory and progress in taking over- but his characterization was perfect.

Forces is an example that Eggman is smart and capable and despite his massive ego, he has very real reasons to be as proud and confident as he is with his real 300 IQ genius and skills. It also shows that he has a reason to be so determined to win because he CAN in fact accomplish his goals, he just can't keep it as long as Sonic is around but it counts.

But I also like how he kept Sonic alive and imprisoned for six months so he could finish and show off his completed empire to him and break his last bit of hope and fully prove his victory and superiority over him before "banishing him" (definitely killing him lol) because it would've been much more satisfying to him than just killing him immediately.

Also while only present in English and people have their different opinions, I like the idea Sonic was tortured and that it's said to be Eggman specifically and not Infinite. I'd like to believe he would be delighted to toy with him in a few ways once he gets his hands on him, primarily psychologically. Love to imagine him having his fun with him.

He only saw Infinite as a tool and a weapon he'd use up for all he's worth and drop the moment he no longer needed him because he doesn't share, or failed him before. Proven by how he didn't care he was gone even despite his loyalty, he said victory would be sweeter to defeat Sonic himself and was delighted to surpass Infinite in power with the ruby.

Everyone has always been vessels for Eggman to manipulate and use for selfish gain and later discard like they're nothing, while others are enemies and obstacles to be destroyed, and everyone else is so worthless and insignificant to him that all they should be are mindless slaves to the empire. Everything is his to use and destroy as he pleases.

I adore how Infinite is yet another example, even despite his loyalty to him the whole time. It never makes Eggman see them as anything more, doesn't make them any more worthy, and still don't deserve a fraction of his power in ruling the world in the end because everyone and everything is beneath him and disposable no matter what.

That's a cool idea for Infinite! What also works is him being heavily manipulated by Eggman after discovering their shared desires through the phantom ruby, and maybe the Jackal Squad's doom and his hatred to Shadow was yet another way to take his devotion to the empire further and allow him to use the phantom ruby on him.

And even despite his lack of genuine long term respect and value of any of his lackeys and how they'll always be temporary and worth nothing more than what they can do for him no matter how badly they get hurt is bad enough, it is indeed not even the worst thing he's done and that's why he's a magnificent evil bastard through and through! 💜🥰

[miyagifangkai]

Mean Girls

Tagged: @jo-monty, it won’t let me tag you either!! Ahhh!! 😅

Request: So Johnny Lawrence’s girlfriend has a Regina George-esque personality and is the queen bee of the school. You either love, hate or fear her. There’s no in between. Johnny and Reader are basically the power couple of the school.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: !!!Toxic Reader!!!, cursing, I think that’s it???

Also not completely proofread sorry lol

Characters involved: Johnny Lawrence, Reader, Daniel Larusso, Ali Mills, Tommy, and Readers friends (Stacy and Kristen)

Couple Pairing: Johnny Lawrence x Reader

A/N: I am so sorry this took forever!!! Forgive me!!! Thank you so much for the request!! I appreciate it big time!! 🥰🥰🥰 I hope you enjoy reading!! I also made some changes and kinda took some creative freedom.. I hope you don’t mind!! ❤️❤️❤️

High School was definitely the best years of your life. You had the hottest boyfriend, the hottest friends, and the hottest people pining over you. Nobody dared to mess with you and only the ‘worthy’ were allowed to speak to you.

Most praised the ground that you walked on. Others would snarl at you in secret as you walked down the hallways. You loved the amount of attention that you have gained. All eyes were constantly on you all of the time and you fed off of it. Even your haters were still giving you attention which was exactly what you wanted.

You were a very strong spirit always having to have the last word in arguments. Your boyfriend, Johnny, was also an extremely dominant personality but he never dared challenge you. You always won, no matter what. You and Johnny had a relationship that everyone seemed to envy. Him always going all out on dates taking you to the most expensive restaurants and him buying you expensive things; you never left him out either. You would reciprocate the favors as well. Especially his birthday. You always took him to the top notch places every year and bought him one of the most expensive things on the market. Safe to say, you and Johnny Lawrence were truly a power couple.

You both supported each other with your different ideas or practically anything for that matter. You two love each other and most of the time it was shown through expensive materialistic things, but what could you say? You were a material girl and Johnny was definitely a material boy; and you two wouldn’t have it any other way.

You and your friends, Stacy, and Kristen all three in closely matching pink outfits approach Johnny and his friends. They go silent when they see you arrive. You weren’t exactly sure if they liked you or not but sadly for them you didn’t give a damn; you just liked how they always let you speak and kept their eyes on you.

“Hey, babe!” Johnny exclaims immediately putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Hey, doll,” you smile at him and you two exchange a quick kiss.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?”

You roll your eyes thinking about a girl that approached you today and said that the makeup look you were sporting today wasn’t her favorite, “Ugh, this total loser came up to me today. Guess what the bitch did?”

Johnny looks at you with concern, “Oh shit, what?”

“Said that my makeup was a total buzzkill for her!”

You hear Stacy and Kristen gasp and Johnny’s eyes widen at you, “Are you serious?”

You nod your head sadly, “Yes, babe. Ugh, I am so sick and tired of everyone constantly judging me all of the time. I mean what did I ever do to her, ya know?” you said as you knew exactly what you were about to do to her.

Johnny and everyone nods their heads and Stacy says, with total seriousness, “I totally get it. So many people are so mean to you, Y/N. I don’t understand! You are just so sweet and amazing to everyone you see!”

You see Tommy almost crack up at her statement and you look at him and say, “Something funny?”

Johnny looks at his friend with narrowed eyes, “You laughing at my girl? Where do you get off, prick?”

You loved how Johnny always protected you even turning on his own friends for you. You weren’t trying to be toxic. You didn’t usually cause fights between him and his friends, well, it depended on your mood that day as well.

“Man, I’m sorry. I was just being an idiot. No harm done,” Tommy puts his hands up.

You sigh and turn around to face Johnny and say, “It’s okay, baby. Let it go.”

Johnny decides to let it go and you all continue your conversation until someone new catches your eye. He was tan, dark haired, and seemed pretty acquainted with a girl named Ali.

“Okay, fresh meat,” you state with a smirk on your face and Johnny tries to spot him in the crowd.

Once Johnny sees him he immediately starts to feel intimidated, “Who? Him?”

Stacy says, “Oh, he’s cute!”

You nod your head, “I’ll give it to him. He’s very cute.”

“Excuse me?” Johnny says with a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

“Oh, baby, don’t worry. It doesn’t hurt to look,” you look at Johnny and then turn back around and narrow your eyes at Ali, “I see you look at her all the time,” you feign chills from disgust.

Johnny’s jaw drops, “What? I don’t!”

You chuckle maniacally, “Oh, yeah. You do. I get it. She’s totally pretty, I guess.”

Stacy and Kristen both roll their eyes at your statement with Kristen saying, “Of course he likes her. Ugh, gag me.”

You three laugh with Stacy adding, “I know. I mean, c’mon, gross.”

Tommy says, “She’s not that bad.”

You three look at Tommy practically green with envy and you say, “Then go have sex with her while you’re at it.”

Tommy just rolls his eyes and opts out of the conversation.

“Girls, I think it’s time to introduce him to the school!” You exclaim and you feel Johnny’s grip on your arm, it wasn’t too rough but enough to let you know it was a bad idea.

You turn around and look at Johnny and bat your eyelashes, “You coming?”

Johnny tenses his jaw but agrees to go with you girls.

You four walk towards the new kid like a bunch of lions to annihilate their lunch.

You see Ali tense up when she sees you walking towards and you almost laugh at her reaction but you keep your poker face.

“Hey, new kid!” You say with the sweetest voice you could muster up.

“Uh–it’s–it’s Daniel. Larusso,” he reaches out to shake your hand.

Shockingly you shake his hand back almost causing Johnny to die and come back but he was keeping his cool. You were itching for a fight and you didn’t exactly know why. But, you really loved when he went all macho.

You introduce yourself to Daniel and you introduce Stacy and Kristen as well.

Daniel looks Johnny up and down and says, “You are?”

Johnny doesn’t answer for a few seconds so you lightly hit his chest, “It’s Johnny. Lawrence,” you almost chuckle at Johnny’s response. Daniel smiles and reaches his hand out to shake Johnny’s.

Johnny says, “I’m good.”

Daniel retracts his hand awkwardly and dusts his shirt off.

Ali puts her hand on Daniel’s shoulder and says, “So what do you guys want, huh?”

You jokingly pout at her attempt of dominance and say, “Awh, how cute. Already bagged him?” You look at Stacy with sadness sarcastically and continue, “I’m sorry, Stace. There goes your shot, babe,” you turn back to Ali and your sweet poker face doesn’t falter one bit. You could tell Daniel was buying it, how hopeless he was, but Ali wasn’t buying it one bit.

Ali says, “What do you want, Y/N?”

Kristen says, “Why are you being so rude, Ali? I mean, God,” she rolls her eyes.

You put your hand out to shush your friend. Johnny continues to stand there with intimidating eyes trying to scare Daniel away from you.

You straighten your posture and say, “Nothing. We just wanted to get to know the new guy, Daniel,” you give him your award winning smile and you see Ali’s grip on his shoulder get tighter. You fed off of her tiny reaction. You loved how threatened she was by you and how Daniel was buying into your act.

“Right, sure,” Ali says.

You ignore her response and ask, “What brings you here, Daniel?”

Daniel innocently answers, “Mom thought we’d have a better life here.”

Your ears perk up at this, “Oh, really? Where do you live?”

You feel Johnny’s hand sneak into your hand and he lightly squeezes yours.

Daniel smiles, “Uh– Reseda.”

You almost laugh, of course, he had to be poor. I mean, look at the kids' clothes, tragic!

You decided to stay respectful, “Oh, that’s nice! Hope you like it.”

Ali answers before Daniel can, “What’s your angle here, Y/N? I mean this act? Can’t be serious.”

You can feel Johnny get tense not liking what she said but you look at him real quick silently telling him to calm down.

“I am serious, Ali. We just wanted to say ‘hi’ to you guys and greet Daniel.”

You saw Ali roll her eyes, “Well, hi.”

“Hi,” you were starting to get fed up with her attitude but you weren’t gonna break.

Johnny interrupts, “Well, we best get going, right babe?”

You look at Johnny, “Yeah, you’re right,” You look back at Daniel and ignore Ali, “Hope you enjoy the new school and uh– your new friend,” you chuckle.

Everyone starts to walk away and you lean in Daniel’s ear, “If you wanna hang out with a group cooler than ‘them’,” you point at Ali and make a grossed out face and continue, “just come sit with us at lunch.”

Daniel, not wanting anymore friction, “Okay, thanks for the offer.”

You all walked away and you see Johnny trying to control his anger.

You smirk and say, “What’s wrong, hon? Cat got your tongue?”

Johnny chuckles, “No. Not at all.”

You four hear the bell and head on to class with Johnny by your side. You loved seeing the people separate from each other to give you room to walk down the hallway like you two were celebrities. You two arrive at your class and you two stop at the door.

“Johnny?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I love being popular,” you fluff your hair up and laugh.

Johnny laughs with you, “Totally. It’s pretty damn great,” Johnny hugs you so tightly he almost picks you up, “and you’re pretty damn great too, babe.”

You feel your feet hit the ground again and you say, “Ditto. But don’t mess up my hair, alright?”

Johnny starts smoothing your hair down, “Shit. Sorry.”

You two share a kiss again and practically strut into class together noticing how everyone was looking at you two; some with adoration, some with jealousy, and some with pure hatred.

Man, high school couldn’t get any better than this. Endless attention, jealousy, and pining over you and having the best boy in the school who eats out of the palm of your hand? Those were definitely perks; but being the Queen Bee was truly the biggest perk of them all.

[bestiesenpai]

and there was only one bed! - Sukuna

Wow who would have guessed my first curse!Sukuna fic would be this? Not me lol so sorry if it sucks! Femme reader, everyone is aged up 18+

TW: dubcon, somnophilia, overstimulation, one (1) use of the word daddy, squirting

You and Yuji were great friends. Ever since he came to the school you were joined at the hip. Bugging Fushiguro, getting into crazy schemes with Inumaki and Panda - there was always something the two of you could get into together. Being so close throughout the years, it was only natural that the two of you would go on missions together as well as you got older. Spending a few days away from the school was all fun and games, and the added luxury of having your own private hotel rooms didn’t hurt either.

And the fun didn’t stop after you graduated, with Gojo still being in charge of booking your accommodations even though you’d been out of school for a while.

“Oh, so there’s only one bed this time…” Yuji mumbled as the two of you walked into the Airbnb that Gojo had booked for you. The house was nice enough, a quaint one bedroom on the edge of the city you were to be working in in the morning.

Through the open bedroom door you could see that there was indeed only one bed.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” Yuji announced with a slight sigh under his breath.

“We’re here for three days, no way will that be comfortable.”

“Well I won’t let you sleep on the couch.”

“We can just share the bed then.” Taking his suitcase from him, you dragged it and your own towards the bedroom.

“No, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Getting a hand on his luggage before you got too far, Yuji stared at you with narrowed eyes.

“Yuji, we’re best friends, it’ll be fine.” Swatting his hand away, you shuffled a little bit closer to the door. “We can put the couch pillows between us, plus look!” Getting into the room, you gestured towards the massive mattress. “This thing is huge anyway, we’ll have plenty of space to spread out!”

“Well…” Worrying his lip, Yuji looked between you and the bed. “Alright, but you have to tell me if you get uncomfortable.”

“Please, it’ll be fine.” You waved off his concern. There really was no reason to be nervous about anything; Yuji was a respectable guy and you knew he slept deeply anyway. The only real concern you had was if he would violently toss and turn like Fushiguro said he did.

Hours later and the sun was down, you and Yuji had both showered and were now climbing into bed. There was a good wall of pillows from the couch between you two, and Yuji had insisted over and over that you tell him if you weren’t comfortable.

“Goodnight bestie.” You giggled childishly, turning your back to him and closing your eyes.

“Night.” Yuji giggled as well and the two of you got quiet, taking slow and even breaths until you fell into a rhythm and went to sleep.

A few hours later, the feeling of hot breath on the back of your neck and something molding to your body from behind had just slightly roused you from sleep. Something was poking the spot right below your ear, forcibly quiet breathing just barely audible at the edge of your mind.

The sweat collecting on your skin from the heat of what you presumed to be Yuji’s body attempting to smother you in his sleep was beginning to drown you, and you threw the blanket off your chest to gain some reprieve.

Settling down again, you didn’t feel the hand creeping up your sleeping shirt and grabbing a handful of your breast. Deft fingers rolled your nipple as another hand slid across your hips and pulled you flush against another body.

Pushing past the band of your bottoms, the hand pushed your thighs apart slightly and dipped between your folds, slowly rubbing your clit. The pleasure was beginning to reach you and your unconscious body reacted in kind, rolling your hips against the friction and eager to get more.

What woke you up, however, wasn’t the slick gathering between your legs, it was the body beginning to crush you from behind.

“Yuji...roll over…” You slurred sleepily, attempting to push away the heavy arm that lay across your body. A deep, shuddering breath sounds in your ear, but the arm didn’t move. “Yuji, you’re crushin’ me.”

“Sorry baby.” A voice much deeper than Yuji’s replied, and a kiss was placed on the back of your neck as the pressure was released.

“S’okay.” Yawning softly, you were about to let sleep overtake you once again, and then the squeezing fingers on your breast got a little tighter, and laughter resonated behind you.

“Such an easy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Huh?” Rolled onto your back, you opened your eyes in time to be face to face with Sukuna. Your mouth opened to scream, but instead of a piercing cry, you began to choke; Sukuna had shoved two fingers into your mouth.

“Quiet now, don’t want to wake the neighbors.” Even in the low light of the bedroom, you could tell it was him. The voice, sharp nails attached to the fingers in your mouth and the overwhelming amount of cursed energy were enough.

Your clothes were ripped off in an instant, leaving you completely bare before him. Withdrawing his now wet fingers, Sukuna brought them down to your cunt, using the added lubrication from your saliva to push into you.

The stretch made you hiss between your teeth, the slight burning sensation that came with nearly completely edging out the pleasure you’d just been feeling a few moments ago. Sukuna sunk his fingers in halfway before withdrawing and beginning a languid stroke.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t wake up.” He chuckled, using his other hand to go back to your breast.

“Stop!” Grabbing his wrist, you tried to pull it off but it was no use.

“Aw c’mon baby, don’t act that way! You were enjoying it a minute ago!” To punctuate his statement, Sukuna brought his thumb up to your clit and smirked when you jumped, your walls clenching around his fingers. “See, this pretty pussy seems to be enjoying it.”

“Sukuna let me go!” Your feeble cry was music to his ears and Sukuna nearly moaned at the sound. He could see the frantic desperation on your face mixing with the arousal that had seeped into your mind.

“But if I do then you won’t get to cum! And that wouldn’t be very nice, would it?” Letting go of your chest, he smacked his hand onto the pillow beneath your head and leaned over you. He kissed you before you could answer, his hand coming to wrap around the back of your head.

Shoving his tongue into your mouth, Sukuna overrode any thought you had in your brain. He was domineering, forcing your lips to stay locked with his as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth.

His other hand refused to lay idly and all it took was a few flicks of his wrist and a firm thumb pressed on your clit to get you to start whimpering into his mouth. Your knees knocked together at Sukuna’s sides, hands gripping his shoulders as he finger fucked you.

Sucking your tongue into his mouth, Sukuna pulled away slowly, thin strings of saliva connecting you two together before breaking off and dropping onto your chest. Sukuna kept his face close to yours, close enough that the breaths from your exasperated moans warmed his face.

“S-Sukuna stop-” You whined as you came, moaning pitifully as your cunt spasmed around his fingers.

“After that, I don’t think I can stop now.” Pulling his fingers out, Sukuna used two to rub your clit in tight circles, hurtling you into overstimulation and making tears prick at your lashes. Your knees pressed even harder into him as your thighs tried to squeeze together to get him to stop.

“It- it hurts- Sukuna!” Tossing your head back, another orgasm was forcibly brought forward. This one was edged with pain, and embarrassment slowly trickled in as your cunt clenched around nothing and you found yourself wishing his fingers were inside you again.

Smoothing his hands on your inner thighs, Sukuna smirked down at your spent form. Just watching your chest heave as you calmed down had his ego boosted. Reaching a hand down to fist his cock, he let out a shaky breath as a bead of precum dripped out and onto your skin.

“I’ve been waitin’ for this.” He mumbled, pushing your legs further apart so he could get closer.

“Wait, it won’t fit!” You didn’t know the size of Yuji’s cock, but you could tell it had been made much bigger by Sukuna’s appearance. Pushing your hands onto his chest, you couldn’t keep Sukuna at bay for very long.

“Don’t worry baby, daddy will make it fit.” The tip of Sukunas cock pushed into you as he spoke, the bulbous head already much thicker than his fingers. Your nails dug into his chest the further he went, nearly drawing blood as he slowly bottomed out.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Sukuna smirked, holding himself still to not only allow you to get used to the stretch but to bask in the moment as well. Forcing air through your lungs, it was a struggle to try and get used to the feeling of almost being split in half.

Sukuna clamped his hands on your hips as he slowly dragged his cock halfway out. Snapping forward, the light slap of skin against skin began to build in the room, muffled only by the light gasps leaving your mouth.

“S’too much!” You whined, screwing your eyes closed and shaking your head a little. “Too big, Sukuna- please-” Laughing under his breath, Sukuna pressed his fingers on your clit again, circling in time with his thrusts.

“You’re so whiny, baby, I bet you’ve never taken a cock this big before.” With every swipe of his thumb, he could feel you tighten up around him and the drag of his cock against your walls got easier.

Letting go of your hip, Sukuna slid his hand down your leg, hooking it under your knee and pushing it up toward your chest. The added angle allowed him to get deeper, practically hitting your cervix every time he pushed in.

You let out a loud, girlish squeal at the change and your hands scrambled to push against his lower stomach. The new position felt too good, immediately assaulting your senses with a toe curling pleasure.

“Sukuna, no!” The tips of your fingers pushed at him, stopping him a little short of completing a full thrust. Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Sukuna grabbed both your wrists in his hand, forcing your arms straight and keeping your hands away from him.

“Quit your whining, you can take it.” Pushing your knee down even further, Sukuna dug his knees into the mattress and slapped his hips against yours, ignoring any further squeals or whimpers.

Giving your wrists a bruising squeeze, he let go to grab your other leg and hike it up as well. He wouldn’t be stopped by the hands pushing against him, begging him to slow down or to change positions again.

“I’m gonna- Sukuna-” Your orgasm was building quickly, getting rid of any rational thought as pleasure shot up your spine and had nearly all the muscles in your body tightening up. You were so close to cumming, but there was another feeling behind it as well. “Sukuna stop, I’m gonna- pee!”

“Ha, you nasty girl. Go right ahead then.” Putting all his focus into his hips, Sukuna pounded into you, making sure you felt every inch of his cock. He nearly had you bent in half, his upper body leaning dangerously close to yours.

Whatever cries you had left were reduced to mindless babbles, overwhelmed tears threatening to fall as you came again. There was the rush of an orgasm coursing through you, making your cunt spasm and milk Sukuna for all he was worth.

But there was another feeling, one much more wet than you anticipated. With every forward thrust of Sukuna’s hips, a gush of liquid was forced out, coating everything within reach.

“Dirty girl, squirtin’ all over me like this.” Letting your knees fall back down to your sides, Sukuna pulled his cock out and stared down at his body, dripping with your release. “Even made a mess of the bed.” Sitting up on your elbow, you could see the dark stain forming on the bedsheets and feel the moisture begin to seep into your skin.

“M’not...not dirty.” Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, about as heavy as your head and you fall back down onto the bed, vaguely aware of some stray tears that have fallen onto your face.

“Yes you are.” Sukuna immediately counters, a sick smile on his face as he pushes his cock back inside you, a low whine emanating from the back of your throat at the stretch to your sensitive walls. “You’re my dirty girl, and we’re gonna have a fun three days together.”

[cinnamonest]

Since people actually liked it here's the continuation of the modern Xiao camgirl!darling post I cut from the original, as promised, most if it's under a cut. Here’s the original post. I didn’t think people would actually like the camgirl concept so I thought I was rambling too much and cut this part out lol but here it is now!

Tws: derogatory language/female slurs, mentions of reader being a cheater, reader is promiscuous, murder, incel-y mentality (our modern boy would be a 4chan user, look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong) and mentions of upsetting realistic things, this one's darker than the first part. If you're bothered by other modern stuff for being too realistic best avoid this too probably, involuntary pornography ---------- Coming up on one year since you gained your most loyal subscriber, you get a rather... Unsettling request. He has something he would like this month, in fact, he adds a few hundred to the regular amount (he's been saving up just for this) and asks for just the answer to one simple question. What's your name?

Your real name, he clarifies. He doesn't need a last name, nothing like that. It would just... Make him feel closer to you. He avoids using the term "anniversary," even though that's what comes to mind. He also doesn't tell you that he already knows, that this is just a test of your honesty. For someone who's so cautious, you would think you would think to give a fake name whenever you go to coffee shops for them to yell out, or change it on the packages you get. You hesitate. And it would be easy to give him a fake one, yet, you don't really think about it too much, you kinda think about that as an afterthought, what you should have done, but your very real name is typed out and sent before you really process it, and you feel a sort of unease, but it's already sent. No big deal. He can't do much with just your first name, right? If your name is common, you feel pretty safe, but even if it's a rarer one, surely there are other people with it, right? He's happy though. Kinda surprised, really, that you didn't lie to him. Maybe you trust him?

You're not stupid, you know something is wrong, you're becoming paranoid. And you connect the weird feeling to him, bc he goes radio silence for several days leading up to finally taking you. This dude who used to respond to any messages you sent within 10 seconds suddenly... It's like he disappeared? He hasn't responded to anything you send him ever since you said your name. You send him messages saying you haven't heard from him in a while and you're worried... The way you word it makes it sound like you're worried about him, but you both know that's not what you really mean. You're hesitant and suspicious of every guy you meet. You buy pepper spray and start carrying some around, you nearly spray a poor guy who you thought was trailing you, turns out he just lives in your building. He makes note of it. He watched you buy it, and is quick to realize you always hold it in the same hand. That must be your dominant hand, that's an important mental note for the future, since you're more likely to try to attack him with that hand. He'll remember. He has a note in his phone with information like that. Height, weight, birthday, social security number, parents' names, school she graduated from. All in little bullet points. He adds dominant hand to the list. He's not worried at all really. Already watched you struggle to carry packages he could lift with one hand, your strength doesn't cross his mind as a threat. At first he just doesn't know what to say, and that's why he stops responding, he feels too awkward but... He starts to enjoy the weird feeling of power the whole situation is giving him. You're worried, you're constantly paranoid, and it's because of him. Now you finally understand the same feeling you inflict on him, how you consume his thoughts every waking moment of every day. It used to irritate him that you held so much power over him, while he meant nothing to you. Now, the tables have turned. You're forced to have him constantly in your mind, whether you like it or not, just like you are in his. It's giving you what you deserve. It gives him a feeling of significance. He matters, even if it's not in a good way. And he keeps telling himself that once he's all you have, he'll matter even more. He's smart enough to realize that if you're paranoid, you might have mentioned him by username to someone else, so to ensure he knows what to do from this point, he has to sneak into your apartment at night as you sleep. It's so unbearably tempting, you have no idea -- you're right there and so vulnerable. He has to hold himself back because he knows that if he so much as touched you, he couldn't hold back. But it's torture, standing there so close, watching your chest rise and fall as he fiddles with the phone. Even when he unlocks it with your thumb, he tries to hold the phone from an angle to do so, even if the skin of his hand grazes yours, it would be too much. You have a lot of contacts across your messages and a bunch of different apps. You have one guy in your online chat you've exchanged far more messages with than anyone else! Hundreds upon hundreds of messages, and huge paypal cash drops, who the hell is -- oh, wait, that's him. Nevermind. But, to his pleasant surprise, he's the only one of your... customers that you regularly talk to, the rest just have a few paypal notifications or clarifications on your policies, but no actual conversations like you have with him. Of course, that's literally part of your deal, he's literally paying for it, but it makes him happy nonetheless. But as he goes through your personal messages, he finds that you are... in no shortage of options. Like, holy shit. It was kind of expected. You *are* really pretty, that's how you have so many followers after all, but this is a lot. So many contacts named some variation of "DO NOT ANSWER!!!" or "creepy guy that forced me to give him my number at the club", etc etc. Plenty of unsaved numbers texting you to never get a response. You've ghosted enough dudes to make your place haunted. It's... kinda awful, really. It also kinda hurts his heart a bit more than he expected. You have so, so, so many options, even without the cam thing, he's more insignificant than he even realized. ...Well, for now, at least. He'll be significant to you soon enough. And then you seem to have a sort of "boyfriend of the month" deal going on, aside from that. Plenty of male-name contacts whose last exchange is a "don't talk to me again!" message from you, plenty of messages corresponding to the same time as those to your girl friends about how you can't find a good guy and every relationship ends badly. How unfortunate. See, it's because you choose bad guys. You probably go for dicks and not.... well, he can't exactly pull the "nice guys like me" mentality, he doesn't delude himself into thinking he is one. He's lucid enough to realize that most nice guys would not be sneaking into your house and standing over your sleeping body to stalk your phone as they make plans to kidnap you. He knows he would probably fall under the classification of a creepy guy. He's just too far gone to care. Still, he would be so much better to you, he tells himself, not a cheater or a player like you complain about. To say he resents those kinds of guys -- ones that can do the unthinkable and actually talk to girls, let alone successfully, only to be assholes, and yet girls like you still go for them -- is an understatement. You're basically just a slut, you probably ignore all the guys that would be nice to you, just like all those internet forums he reads talk about. Typical.

Well, those forums also make fun of guys like him who pay for girls like you, but he can't blame them. It *is* kinda pathetic. There is one dude you talk to, though, now. Current boyfriend of the month, from the looks of it. You have a little heart emoji next to the name. He knows it's kinda pathetic that something so simple and insignificant sets him off, but it does, makes him pout and grind his teeth and curl his other hand into a fist. It's so unfair. Some dude you barely know gets to fuck you, and you haven't even known him nearly as long as you've known him! He doubts this dude -- hell, any of your boyfriends -- has put in the same amount of money that he has into you. They fuck you practically for free. And that, unfortunately for you, only solidifies his decision. If you're fucking some dude for a month because they buy you dinner every now and then, if we're going by that scale, then you owe him quite a good deal of pussy. Any hesitancy or guilt he had about the whole thing is gone. And he's a little mad. Keeps grumbling to himself that you're just a loose whore, fucking so many people and putting yourself out there on the internet. He wonders if they even know about what you do. Probably not, you probably don't tell them. Yeah, that sounds like what you'd do. Really, you're kinda lucky that someone like him is so willing to commit to you, since you are a slut. You don't deserve it, but he loves you anyway. And you'll probably have the nerve to be ungrateful for it too. Sigh. On the bright side, by some miracle, it would appear that you have not told any real-life people about him, you haven't sent out any hey if I disappear you should probably look into this creep type of messages. But he can't afford to have you doing so in between now and when you move in with him, so, he decides he has to act within the next 24 hours. While he's here, though, he decides to do a quick sweep of your place. Makes note of what snacks and drinks you like, what brand of toothpaste and shampoo and the like you use, so he can buy some for you. Maybe you'll adjust better if you have some of your favorite things. And then, after days of silence, he sends you a message, says it's fine, his internet went out for a few days. He means it to reassure you, but somehow it makes you feel more uneasy. He has everything planned out, or so he thinks. But you deviate from your usual schedule. When you leave work or class, you don't go home, you go somewhere else, first. How strange. Maybe picking up groceries? He follows from a distance. No, looks like you're going out to eat...? Maybe you're meeting friends or family or -- no that's a guy. Fuck. You must have planned this just earlier today, since there were no messages on your phone. It makes a bitter feeling rise in his gut. He hates that he can't get close enough to listen to your conversation. Well, he hates the whole thing, sits there and seethes the whole time. Watches you through the windows in the parking lot, thankfully you chose to sit outside. Feels his eye twitch and his hand clench every time you smile and laugh. It takes way too long. The fact that you split the bill feels like a punch to the stomach too. Shouldn't you be used to taking guys' money? Oh, and what's this...? This guy isn't the picture on boyfriend-of-the-month's contact. Well, well, well. You really are a whore. See, it's a very good thing he's taking you off the market. You're probably a reckless heartbreaker too. He's doing all the other men of the world a favor by taking on such a burden as you. And it makes him feel far more justified in keeping you locked away, since he has every reason to believe, now, that you'd run off and fuck someone else if given the chance. Halfway through, the guy briefly gets up and runs to the bathroom or something. While he's gone, he sees your face fall a bit. And then he sees you look around. You turn your head from one side to the other. Your eyes scan the area. You shuffle uncomfortably and you bite your lip and your eyebrows furrow. You're scared. You feel like -- no, you know you're being watched and it scares you. That makes him a little happy, for some reason. He wouldn't be sure what to do if you went home with the guy, but thankfully you don't. No big deal, this was just a bump in the road, he still beats you back to your building and he still goes through with the original plan. Even better, now that it's even darker outside. If anything, now he's got extra aggression and testosterone in his blood, running over the events in his head and going through some... very forceful and violent fantasies. The message he sent had you uneasy, and it's also how you immediately know what's going on when it does finally happen. You keep telling yourself you're being unnecessarily paranoid, that it's nothing, maybe that guy actually got his life together or got a girlfriend or something. Things like... What you fear, don't happen in real life, that's stuff that only happens in movies and stuff. You keep calling it that or it in your head. That won't happen to you. It's not going to happen. The series of events that play out in your head, scenarios you try to push out of your mind. Sure, in the movies it always takes place in the stairwell, but that's fiction, so you go up the apartment stairwell as always. You're not gonna let a bunch of B-grade old films scare you. And it's always some dude standing and waiting, but that nice young boy that you've never seen before is just leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone, he only glances up for a second as you pass by, he's not a threat, you're being paranoid. You flash a smile and a little wave as you walk by, he doesn't return either, just looks back down at his phone. See? This guy doesn't even care, you're being paranoid for nothing, you tell yourself. But as you make the turn to go up the next set of stairs you hear the click of a phone being put on the lockscreen, a few metallic footsteps ringing out in the open hall and echoing, coming up right behind you, but for that split second you expect a tap on the shoulder, maybe he has a question, it's not like movies, it's not like movies, you're not gonna get a cloth shoved over your face and--- Well, it's not exactly like the movies. You were prepared, but it all happens in one motion - one hand grabs the hand with the spray and twists it, making you drop it, the other wraps some material over your mouth. You were prepared enough that you don't gasp in surprise, you hold your breath and thrash, but it doesn't make any difference, you wiggle and writhe for a few moments but can't even begin to break free, eventually succumb to the lack of oxygen and take a deep breath. It takes a few seconds to settle in, it's not so immediate. You instinctively panic and thrash again, but he has a complete iron grip. The dizziness takes a second to set in. He huffs a bit in frustration and says stop moving, it's fine. It's definitely not, but it occurs to you that that's not something a kidnapper looking for any potential vulnerable girl says. It's a poor attempt at comfort. It's someone specifically looking for you. And if that wasn't enough, he says your name. Your very real name. Maybe it was a mistake to tell him after all. But the worst part of it all is that there's not a single doubt in your mind, even in your panic you have the realization, it's definitely him and this is literally exactly what you were afraid of. And it's the last thing that goes through your head. And once he's got you out cold he just takes a sigh of relief. He may have been very neutral faced to you, but in reality he was incredibly nervous. He hasn't exactly made or used chloroform before, our boy is operating on YouTube tutorials here. He's got adrenaline pumping through his veins and carries you with his arms trembling. He's on autopilot carrying you out, but his mind is also consumed by holy fuck I'm touching her she smells so nice she's so warm her face is so close I'm actually touching her-- you get the idea. He feels bad about taping your hands and feet together and putting you in the trunk of his car, kinda. It feels too much like what a really bad person would do to a girl they didn't care about, like he's a trafficker or a murderer or a criminal or something, but that's not true at all. Sure, he's still mad at you for being a whore and all that, but it feels improper, he just has no choice. It's late at night, but he can't risk getting pulled or being at a stoplight and someone seeing an unconscious girl in his backseat, so, trunk it is. But once he's home, to his tiny little downtown apartment (he'll probably be able to move into a better place soon, since he's not paying you tons of money anymore), he takes a quick check to make sure the coast is clear, and drags you out, up the stairs, all the way into his apartment, sets you down on the bed, where you'll be staying. He even washed the sheets and cleaned the place up a bit for your arrival. You probably would not like to see what this place looked like before the five trash bags worth of cleaning was done. He'll probably be more motivated in the future, though, since now he won't be so depressed all the time. And then the adrenaline of the fear of being seen is over, and that's when it sets in that this is real. It's very, very hard to hold back. You're real, in the flesh, he can reach out and touch you with his hands! It feels like a dream. And he realizes he can take this opportunity to do things he would be far, far too embarrassed to do when you're awake. He takes a few minutes to do just that, cautiously reaches out to poke your face, and then run a hand down your neck, your skin is so soft! Your hair smells so nice, he lays down beside you and runs his fingers over it. Puts hands on your body and just lays there in awe of the fact that you're real. He's pretty certain he's never actually touched a human female before now. Everything about you feels soft. Weirdly feminine, which is something very foreign and confusing to him. And he kinda uh... Loses it. Goes buckwild with just taking in every aspect of you. Again, since you're unconscious he can be gross and entirely shameless about it. Peels your clothes off and runs his hands and mouth over every inch of flesh, takes the tape off your lips and presses his tongue into your limp mouth until he's forced to let go to breathe, fingers you and tonguefucks you and sucks on your nipples and your neck. Lays pressed against you and just breathes in your scent. It takes every ounce of self control he has not to fuck you already. But he does jerk off a few times. That way he'll last longer, so it's a win-win. And then... you twitch. Tape goes back over your mouth. And then, you twitch again. And this time, you make a little "mm!" under the tape, you start trembling and he sees you try to pull your hands apart. You whimper. It sounds scared and distressed. He feels kinda bad, but it also makes him hard, and that outweighs any guilt by far. Besides, it's what you deserve after what you did earlier. You tortured him mentally, it's only fair. On the good side of things, you suppose, you don't have to worry about the usual fears one would have over such a situation - you're fairly certain he's not going to kill you, nor sell you. In fact, the bed you wake up on is pretty soft. You're naked and the tape is uncomfortable, but... At least he was considerate enough to give you a blanket. He does care about you, after all. First thing he says is asking if you're awake. Can you hear me? You hesitate a moment, and then you nod. He's a bit new to this whole abduction thing. He wants to make sure he didn't pull a muscle or something with the tape. So... Do you hurt anywhere? Does your head hurt? Oh, right, the tape. He's not stupid either. You have to promise you're not going to scream. In fact, he's angry enough about earlier that he gets a bit meaner than he originally told himself he'd be. If you scream, I'll make you regret it. Understand? You nod, so he takes it off, holding it close in preparation in case you were lying, but you don't actually answer him, you're silent again for a minute, then just ask a question of your own. You're that guy, right? He's silent for a few seconds, there's no need for any clarification. Finally just says yeah. You just breathe again. Silently. Finally you summon the courage to ask him what he wants with you. And why are you doing this to me? And his answer is fairly simple. What do you think? You don't say anything for a minute, and neither does he. He's not good with words, and you don't really have ones for this situation. It occurs to you that offering to pay him to let you go is probably not the solution. After all, this is the guy that's dumped unimaginable amounts of money onto you, you couldn't even come close to paying him back. You figure maybe, after he gets what he wants... well, you get the courage to ask.  Is there anything... that I can do o-or... anything that will make you... are you gonna let me go, after you....? And the answer is, again, simple, but the one you did not want to hear. No. He's a blunt boy, so he doesn't beat around the bush, but he doesn't torment you by keeping anything from you. In fact, he's already rehearsed this speech a few hundred times in his head. He just wanted to make sure he's very clear so there's no misunderstanding, and while he likes some discomfort in a vengeful sort of way, he doesn't want you to be too freaked out to where you have a panic attack. He says he's just going to... keep you here. He has the things you'll need. He got your purse with your keys, so he'll even run to your apartment after this to go get some of your stuff. You don't need to tell him which number, he adds, he already knows which apartment you're in. He needs you here, he says. And he makes sure to add that it's your fault. If you were never out there selling yourself in the first place, this never would have happened. If you're good, he can make things a bit better for you. But you need to go ahead and accept that you're going to be staying and that no amount of begging or offers is going to convince him to let you go. He can be nice to you, he promises. A better boyfriend than the others. You just have to be a good girlfriend -- you know, obedient and sweet and do what he says. Just like you always were when you talked to him. Just keep being sweet like that and doing the things he tells you to do. You would argue that the terms boyfriend and girlfriend are not appropriate descriptors of the sort of relationship he's creating, but you keep that thought to yourself. Instead, you ask, How long are you going to keep me here? Which is a dumb question, since he's pretty sure he already made that clear. Forever. -----

There's a double homicide in the area. Takes place on the same night, and the same diameter of knife is used, so police believe maybe the two incidents are connected. Especially because they do have something in common, one girl. She was romantically involved with both of them. The girl in question's apartment has been vacated, very suddenly, and the girl has disappeared without a trace, taking things with her from the looks of it, so police believe she may be responsible, but other than that, they have no leads. A few weeks later, a video circulates all over the internet. Some famous camgirl finally started making porn, apparently. Just one video, but the description (which was totally written by her, it has to be since it's written in first person right?) says something about how she decided to quit camming, so this video marks the end of her career. She got into a relationship, so she says in the description, so she has to quit. It's roleplay porn, apparently, she's doing a good job at the acting. All tied up and gagged and getting fucked by some big-dicked guy holding the camera. He's silent, but she's making a ton of noise, cums several times. Really good acting, the fear and desperation in her eyes looks so real. Talk about going out with a bang. It gets a lot of likes. Tons of comments about how sad people are she's quitting. And of course, a lot of comments say, what a lucky guy.

[idy-ll-ique]

Paparazzi.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: TOO META, m*sturbation, mentions of s*x

Requested: nope

Summary: I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me... Y/N Y/L/N writes Marvel fanfictions. One day, Sebastian stumbles upon her account and, unable to help himself, reads all the stuff she has written about him. He didn't mean to fall so hard for her but he does. How can he not? She has shown him parts of himself that he never even knew existed.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay so a few weeks ago I read a similar (but dark) fanfic and I really wanted to write a softer version of it... Enjoy!

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Same old, boring routine.

Y/N hit post and slumped against the headrest of her bed, sighing. She waited; a minute, then two passed and she noticed that someone had liked her post. She smiled to herself as she kept her phone away. Though boring, she wouldn't trade her life for the world. Y/N… well, she was a university student first and foremost but she was also a writer.

Being a big fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she had started writing fanfictions a few years ago. She posted them on Tumblr, where her blog, though not very well-known, stood out enough for her posts to get around 800-1000 likes per post. She loved it; she loved writing, she loved posting her stories and especially, she loved the feedback.

Sometimes people were rude, but most times, the reviews she got were fantastic. She read each and every one of them, smiling goofily as people freaked out over her fanfictions. It warmed her heart. A smile automatically blooming on her face, Y/N lay down on the bed and decided to go to sleep, it being almost 3 am.

Unbeknownst to her, someone else was up at the same time, tossing and turning in his bed, restless.

Sebastian sighed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. He drank some water and lay down again, closing his eyes but it was like sleep was mad at him. Refused to be anywhere near him. He groaned to himself and picked up his phone from the nightstand, deciding to go through Instagram, hoping he'd finally fall asleep to the glare of the screen.

As he logged into his account, he skipped the activity page and went straight to the explore page. Bored, he continued scrolling until his eyes landed on a specific photo. And the breath escaped his lungs when he clicked on it; the woman in the picture was absolutely gorgeous. He just couldn't resist going to her page, smiling widely when he read her bio.

It gave him her basic information; her name, her age, the university she attended. But what caught his eye was the link below the bio. My Marvel Fanfictions Master List. Marvel fanfictions? She was a writer? Smirking, he clicked on the link and it took him to Tumblr. Of course, he'd heard of the site, but didn't have an account on there. At 3 am, his mind sure wasn't working right.

A post popped up on the screen, the same master list she had mentioned earlier. And his eyes bulged out of their sockets; damn, those are a lot of fanfictions. He went through the whole thing, smirking again when he noticed that she had written the most fanfictions about him. Not Bucky Barnes, no, Sebastian Stan.

He clicked on the first one. The date of posting was way back, in 2019. He started reading; nothing about it felt weird to him; he was intrigued, if anything. And as he continued reading, he couldn't help but imagine her being in the stead of the female protagonist. Her, the writer. The woman whose picture had made him end up reading in the first place.

When he finished the story, his heart thudded wildly in his chest. Wow, she really has a way with words. And he had also noticed how in the author's note, she used a lot of slang but reading the story had made him realize that she had an amazing, extensive vocabulary. He went back to the master list and clicked on the latest post under his name.

Posted: 15 minutes ago.

His breath hitched in his throat when he read the warnings: there was going to be sexual intercourse in this one. For one moment, he hesitated; did he really want to read this? "Oh fuck it," he huffed and scrolled, starting to read. The more he read, the more his shaft twitched in his pants. He wasn't really like that during… but oh damn, he wasn't complaining.

"Oh, Seb…"

His hand slid down and he rubbed himself through his boxers, unable to take his eyes off the text in front of him. His strokes got harder and faster as the sex got steamier. "Ungh, I'm gonna cum—" And he suddenly came in his boxers, groaning. Slumping down on the bed, he quickly finished reading the rest of it, going back to the master list.

He took a screenshot with the account's name in it and then went back to her Instagram account to take another screenshot. Keeping his phone away, he slipped out of his boxers, cleaned himself and pulled the covers on top of him, finally feeling tired enough to fall asleep.

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Y/N was walking across the campus of her university, going to the cafeteria when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Taking it out, she opened Tumblr to read the message someone had sent her just then.

his-username: Hi there! I was binging your account last night, you write really well

your-username: Omg thank you!!!! I really appreciate it, I love getting feedback! 🥺❤

his-username: You're welcome! Especially your latest post, that was really good ;)

your-username: hehe 😈 glad you liked it!

Smiling widely, she kept her phone away and continued walking, not knowing that the person who had texted her was the same man she had written about. Sebastian smiled to himself when he read her text. After getting up in the morning, the first thing he had done was install Tumblr on his phone. Then he made an account for himself.

Figuring out the app was easy; he found out that there was an option to keep your liked posts and the accounts you followed hidden, and selected it immediately. No one needed to know what he did on the app. Then he went back to her account, pressed the follow button and started binge-reading her fanfictions again. Last night had he read only two, and that had left him wanting more.

Funny how much things can change in a night. He liked and reblogged all her posts without a second thought; he even read all her Bucky Barnes posts. She understood his character so well, put him on what he thought was an undeserved pedestal while writing about him. Some of the stories were AUs, which he found out stood for Alternate Universes. Mostly mobster or mafia stuff.

He had the day off, and he spent the entire time cooped up in his apartment, on his bed, reading. The more he read, the more he started fawning over her, over the version of him that she put out to the world. Dominating, suave and just perfect. He loved it. At the end of the day, he decided to text her again, hoping she wouldn't think he was weird or find out the truth.

his-username: do you wanna be friends, maybe? I'm new to the app, don't really have any friends here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That was a lie, he knew Mark Ruffalo had an active Tumblr account. But it's not like he could tell him.

your-username: Yes sure!!!! I was also thinking of making some friends on this app lol

his-username: You don't have any on here? But you've been here for years, haven't you?

your-username: haha yeah, but I don't really reach out to people much. Sometimes people leave their feedbacks on my posts, text me but that's that

his-username: Ohhh

his-username: well, let's start with names. Mine's Sebastian

your-username: Really?????? omg that's so cool lmaooooooo (didn't think you were a boy but 😳👀)

his-username: Not a boy, I'm a man 😤😂

your-username: 🤣 im y/n, btw

his-username: Y/N, that's a nice name

your-username: thank you!!!! So, what do you do?

his-username: nothing really that interesting, I'm in theatre

your-username: theatre is nice! I'm studying at [university] in New York lmao

his-username: Wait you're in New York? So am I!

your-username: ASDFHKSHKGF that's awesome!!! also I noticed that you've been going through my account the whole day 😏 notifications upon notifications keeping my phone busy

his-username: Oopsie?

your-username: 😂😂 I really don't mind, it was great! Despite the amount of likes on my posts, I only have a few loyal followers lmao gaining one more felt nice

your-username: You a big fan of Sebastian Stan? Cuz I noticed that you were only reading his and Bucky's fics 👀

Sebastian's face heated up.

his-username: kinda yeah 🤷🏻‍♂️😁

your-username: Cool cool cool, I'm a big fan of his too!!!! also got a crush on him but whatever 😳

Sebastian smirked at his phone. A crush on him, huh? That… was acceptable. He suddenly felt his cocky side coming out; the one she described in nearly all her fanfictions.

his-username: wouldn't blame ya, I mean, look at him. You have also written the most fics about him and Bucky

your-username: right????? damn that man has raised my standards. Anyway, I gtg now, I have to finish a paper before midnight. ttyl!

his-username: Bye! 👋🏻

He kept his phone away and took in a deep breath. This was the most fun he had had in years, and he was not letting her go so easy. He realized he was quickly falling for her; rather unhealthy, but he couldn't help it. Look at her. She looks like a goddamn angel, writes like one, makes him feel like one, do you really expect him not to fall for her? That's insane.

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Months passed by like a breeze. Y/N and Sebastian had become very good friends, and he knew his way around words just enough to keep her from finding out his identity while not lying to her. Y/N also appreciated his friendship, because he was the one to whom she could rant about her most favorite man in the world— Sebastian Stan.

Sometimes, she thought about how weird of a coincidence it was that her new friend and the actor shared the same names, but then she used to brush it off; that was a common name, right? They talked for hours on end; Sebastian (her friend, not the actor) was extremely witty, smart and fun to talk to, she had to admit. Sebastian felt the same way.

His feelings had worsened. Y/N entirely owned his heart now. Somedays, he'd just go on Instagram, go to her account— her username memorized by him— and stare at her photos until he grew tired; he'd never get tired of looking at her beautiful face but his stiff body afterwards begged to differ. She was just so Elysian. He longed for the moment when he could meet her in real life.

His personality had also changed majorly, and people had caught on. Especially his Marvel co-stars, who knew him to be introverted, shy and, in Anthony Mackie's words, "boring". They were surprised at his sudden change in attitude; he knew his worth and Y/N had helped tremendously in finding it. Now, all those adjectives that she used in her fanfictions fit him perfectly.

Sebastian was never tempted to read fanfictions about himself from authors other than Y/N. No, he only loved her work. He was sure no one else could write as beautifully as she did, he was her #1 fan. Y/N even sent him funny Marvel memes she found on the app and he used to enjoy them heartily; God, the others have no idea what they're missing out on. Our fans are awesome.

Everything was going well.

Until one day.

Sebastian was getting bored at home, so he decided to go to the nearby library to clear his mind. He had read not one book in the past few months, hung up on Y/N's fanfictions. At this point, he was obsessed with her and he knew it. It was nothing dark, per se, it was— it was similar to how Y/N was attracted to Sebastian. How she was a fan of his work.

Just the same. He was a fan of her work in the same way. Just how she was attracted to him, he was attracted to her. Walking into the library that he visited often, he gave the librarian a smile and ventured further into the dark place. He checked his watch; the library closed at 12 am, it was currently 9:30 pm.

Not many people were around, heck, nobody was around. He thought himself to be all alone until he heard it. A sigh, coming from a few aisles away. He walked in that direction and peeked around the corner, freezing when he saw the other person. Y/N? Her books were strewn all across the table as she sat alone at the booth, rubbing her temples.

"You okay?"

She looked up and her breath caught in her throat. I'm dreaming. This is not real. Now I know for a fact that Sebastian Stan is not standing in front of me, asking me if I'm— "Hello?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, pulling her out of her thoughts. "I, uh— I'm— h-hi," she stammered and he almost chuckled. "Hi." She gulped visibly and blinked at the table, not meeting his eyes.

"Can I have a seat?" He wants to sit with me?! "Y-Yes, sure, sir," she blurted out and he easily slid into the booth next to her. "Hey, please, call me Sebastian. What's your name?" He gave her a friendly smile, even though all he wanted to do was push her back into the booth and kiss her wildly. His shaft twitched just by thinking about it; Y/N was a thousand times more beautiful in person.

"I'm Y/N, it's very nice to meet you, I'm… I'm a fan," she admitted, playing with the ring she wore on her left thumb. I'm your fan too, sweetheart, the biggest one. "Y/N, nice name. You come here often? I haven't really seen you around." She shook her head. "Oh no no, I moved to this part of the city just a week ago, this is my first time here. The library is cozy," she shrugged, easing out of her tense position.

Sebastian nodded. "Yes, I know, this place is awesome. Got all my favorite books here," he chuckled and she smiled at him. "What's all this?" A groan left her lips. "Ugh, stupid university work. I have to write a book report but I don't even know what to write about." He smiled gently. "Well, I have a few favorite books, would you like some suggestions?"

"Oh, please! Tell me!"

He started listing some of his favorite works and Y/N noted the names down until he said the last name. At that, she froze. That's the name of my latest— She looked up but he had a smile on his face. "Oh, and the last one is by my favorite author." He took a pause. "Y/N Y/L/N." She froze completely, staring at the man with her jaw dropped.

Sebastian grinned. "We finally meet, Y/N, I've been waiting for months." Her mouth opened and closed several times as she recalled every interaction she had had with her online best friend— scratch that— her celebrity crush. All the times she had confessed her love for Sebastian Stan, all the dirty and inappropriate memes that she'd sent him…

Embarrassment flooded her entire body as she exhaled shakily. "It was you," she croaked out, "On Tumblr, the account— I'm so sorry—" Sebastian frowned in confusion when she blinked back sudden tears, a few still rolling down her cheeks as shame replaced embarrassment. "Y/N, please don't cry…" She looked up at him, his figure blurry due to her tears.

"You've read everything, haven't you? I just— I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable—" He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Y/N couldn't hug back, though she appreciated the hug especially since it came from him. "You don't know how much you mean to me, doll," he mumbled into her shoulder, using the nickname she often used in the stories she wrote about him. He grew accustomed to it easily.

"Huh?"

He pulled away to wipe her tears. "It was an accident," he admitted, "But I stumbled onto your Instagram account from my explore page. Then I clicked on your account, saw that you wrote Marvel fanfictions and I just couldn't resist the urge to read what you had written. Blame it on 3 am me, to be honest. You're a great writer, and I was immediately drawn to your works. They're awesome.

"They've helped me so much in the past few months. You see this changed attitude that everyone's been talking about lately? All because of you, sweetheart. I'm sorry for keeping my identity secret, but after reading your works, I knew I had to get closer to you. I made the Tumblr account just for you, just so I could talk to you. I'm sorry for lying, but thank you."

Y/N dumbfoundedly stared at him for a few moments, her heart beat getting steady with each thump. Here was a man she admired, loved more than anyone else in the world, telling her that he harbored the same feelings for her. How crazy was that?! Not trusting her words, she simply pulled him into another hug. Sebastian wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her flush against him.

"Can I kiss you, doll?"

She slowly pulled away from him and nodded, shyly biting her lip. Grinning at the endearing gesture, Sebastian cupped her face and leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. The kiss grew hungry in a matter of seconds, and Y/N responded just as eagerly. His hands slid down to her waist and tugged on it, pulling her on his lap. She straddled his thighs as they continued kissing.

"Fuck," he groaned when they finally pulled away from each other, out of breath and panting. "You see what you do to me, doll?" Sebastian spoke huskily as he took her hand, placing it right on top of the tent that was forming in his pants. "Oh," Y/N whimpered when she felt him, the sound going straight to his shaft. "How about I take you home and we recreate some of the scenes from your stories, hm?"

"O-Okay."

"Good girl."

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A/N: What a meta experience 🤡 Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!