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[aazurelos]

[aritsukemo]

I have a thing for.. | Furin First Year Six

Featuring: Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, Mitsuki Kiryu, Akihiko Nirei, Kyotaro Sugishita, and Taiga Tsugeura

Warnings: Sakura's being Sakura, Reader for Suo's part is heavily implied to be a female/fem-bodied ( they're on their period ), nicknames are thrown around in majority of these ( ex. love, pretty, babe, etc. ), author has only seen the anime as of right now so characters may be a bit ( or very ) ooc! That said, read at your own volition!

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!! 🎃 I've been obsessed with Windbreaker these past few days and I finally got the inspo to write about it! >.< Thank you @maruflix! Because of them and their amazing fics, I was able to motivate myself enough to get this done. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this little scenario thing I put together! 🙈

The Oblivious Type - Sakura Haruka

A sigh slips from your lips, briefly breaking the tranquil silence that was brought upon you and your boyfriend shortly after your walk home began.

Your half-in-half haired love of your life paid you no mind as it seems that he was in his own world and looking straight ahead without so much as a glance your way. And to that, you found yourself pouting.

You sigh again, this time much louder and much more exasperated, like a bad actor in a play. Alas, it seems the ears attached to that pretty little head of his was all for show.

Guess you have to be more direct.

"I'm kinda hungry," You commented, your head—which was comfortably resting on his shoulder as you walked—tilting upwards some more so that you can better gaze at him. Sakura, at last, looks you way, and as usual, he locks eyes with you only to immediately look away, his face suddenly flushed crimson. You found the corner of your lips beginning to lift at the sight..only for them to fall moments later when Sakura fixes his lips to say, "So what? Why are you tellin' me?"

You could feel a wave of fire building in your chest at his response, yet part of you still had hope for him. And so, you huffed out a small, "Nevermind," waited a bit, and tried again. This time saying, "It's kinda chilly out here, don't you think?"

From this angle, you were able to catch a clear sight of his mismatched-colored brows knit into a split line. His eyes avoid yours and you felt his arm began to move to sling off his jacket.

..Or at least, you thought he was going to give you his jacket. Instead, he moved his arm to scratch the back of his head as he grumbled in that growly voice of his, "If you're cold, you should've brought a jacket or something. It's not my problem."

And that officially set you ablaze beyond recovery. As swiftly as a snap of a finger, your entire demeanor flipped and a deep frown embedded itself on your supple skin.

"Agh! Forget this!" You snatched your arm away roughly, nearly yanking Sakura into you in the process, and began to stomp off while grumbling under your breath about the whole ordeal you created.

"What's your problem?" Sakura shouted after you, his pace speeding up to catch up to you.

"You! You dense dummy!" You yelled back to which the dense dummy in question responded, "Hey! Who you callin' a dummy?!"

A loud groan booms throughout the street, "Just shut up and go away! I'm walking myself home!"

And to this day, Sakura has no idea what happened that evening or why his friends laughed ( or gave him pitying looks ) the next day when he told them about it.

The Prince Charming Type - Suo Hayato

A drawled whine slips from the damsel in their bed as a wave of pain struck their gut. It was that time of the month yet again, and like always, the first day was kicking their ass—quite literally at times.

After waking up to a crime scene this morning and being forced to strip their bed of it's many sheets along with their pajamas, they had been just about immobilized by abdominal pains. You could imagine how much of a pain it was to force themselves into the shower and make their bed.

And to make a bad situation worse is that they're cravings were through the roof! They wanted everything, soba, chips, chocolate, omurice rice, dorayaki—everything!

Needless to say that you've spent the entire morning curled up in bed trying not to throw up from the sheer pain while dreading your entire existence..and that's when he appeared.

With that suave smile of his, the beauty you had the honor to call your boyfriend—and savior—waltzed in your room with a large bag in hand.

"Morning, love," He cooed in that ever so serene voice of his, "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," You grumbled to which you earned the wonderful melody of his chuckle.

"I figured. I checked the calendar," He said, his implications becoming further clear as he sets the large bag at the edge of your bed and took out—

"My heating pad!" You cried out as your upper half shot up—an action you instantly regretted as your shout vibrated throughout your entire being, further enraging your body along with the sharp movement you just performed and ultimately causing you to keel over on your bed.

"You left it at my house," Suo replied—answering the silent question that started floating in the air after you let out a whiny groan—as he swiftly unraveled it and handed it to you to place on your stomach before plugging it up.

"I also noticed that you ran out of pain medicine so I got you some," He mentioned, before following up with, "Would you like to take some now or after you eat?"

"After I eat?" You parroted, confusion dripping off your words. And, with that gorgeous smile of his serving as your only hint, his hand disappeared into the bag. Returning to the surface shortly after with another smaller bag in tow.

"Is that—?" "Your favorite takeout? Yes, it is," He neared you once again, his free arm coming down to gently help you into a sitting position before swapping hands to place the takeout on your lap and adding, "No need to wonder what's inside, I got your usual."

Gods, what did you do to bag such a man? The thought popped into your head at the same time a smile popped onto your face and your hand began eagerly digging in the bag like a starved man.

"Where would I be without you..?" You mumbled before popping the first bite of your food in your mouth, your rough movements causing a bit of sauce to splatter across the corner of your mouth, making you look rather..unladylike. Not that you've been exactly the classiest person today.

Regardless of your appearance, Suo looked at you as if you were the one who created the word beautiful, gazing at you oh so lovingly as he took a napkin from your bag and used it to gently swipe the stain away. And, despite your rather rhetorical utterance, Suo answers your earlier question with a teasing, "Probably still curled up in pain and whining like some hurt little kitten."

You hum in agreement, mouth having already been stuffed with another large bite of food as relief began to surface at the heat that finally enveloped your stomach.

"I'll go and throw your bloody sheets and clothes in the washing machine," He said, leaving a chaste kiss atop your head before spinning on his heel.

"How did you know—" "Just had a feeling," He shushed, smoothly putting the topic to rest as he disappeared into your hallway..only to immediately poke his head back in the doorway.

"Oh, and when I get back, I'll be all yours," He said, "We can watch your favorite cartoons if you'd like."

And like a little kid, you beam, "Yes please!" Gods do you wish you could give a thank you kiss to whoever raised this glorious man!

The Romantic Type - Mitsuki Kiryu

As soon as you got home, Kiryu wrapped up the game he was playing rather quickly—despite having been so invested in it moments prior—and went to your side on you guys' favorite beanbag chair.

Like the cat he was, he curled up to you—who had immediately leaned against him upon him sitting down—and caged you with his arms, which was practically a blanket from how baggy the cloth that surrounded them were..

"How was your day, beautiful..?" He hummed lightly in your ear, his chin resting against your shoulder—which he noticed was quite stiff, but didn't comment on it.

A raspy sigh leaves your lips, one filled with nothing but frustration, "Rough," Was all you told him and his hand was already trailing over to rub at your side, the other entangling itself in the hand closest to it.

"Wanna talk about? Or, do you want to just skip to the part where I make you feel better?" He asks, his question coming off as a silent invitation as he started placing kisses along your shoulder blade, saying in between pecks, "Doing both is also an option. I'm really good at multi-tasking."

And in a matter of a minute, he already had you giggling like a some lovestruck schoolgirl. The burning irritation and headache from the earlier events that occurred was still there nonetheless.

"Whichever you want to do.. I don't really care I just..want to stay like this for as long as possible," You told him, and with a hum of confirmation from him, he begins to shift.

He moves you to one leg, his hand leaving yours and trailing up your arm, your shoulder, until it reaches your jawline where he stops to gently push it in his direction. Your head softly rolled, and the moment the two of you locked eyes, his lips were on your skin.

He started up high; his lips connecting with your temple where he could feel the vein angrily pulsating. He then kisses down your face..

"Sorry you had such a bad day, pretty.." He said in a hushed tone, his lashes tickling your skin as his lips took the time to cover the entirety of your cheek in little pecks before moving to plant a kiss to your nose.

"If I could, I'd take all this irritation and pain from your cute little head," He moves to your other cheek, leaving kisses as best he can from the angle he's at before moving over to your jaw, his hands rubbing firm circles into your lower back, firmly palming and messaging at the tensing muscle, "Since I can't though, I'll just make you feel better some other way."

"We could play a game," He suggests, his assault on your flustered face pausing so he can look you in the eye, "I can cook you a meal..or would you prefer it if I ordered aomething instead? That way, we can snuggle like this and you can take your anger out on something."

You hum. Truth be told, you had stopped processing his words as soon as he left the first kiss on your skin. That said, at the cool call of your name, you dumbly responded with a dreamy-sorta-sounding sigh..which went straight to his heart.

Honestly, if he was able to bring himself to move his hands away from you, he'd take out his phone, snap a picture, and add it to his collection of other saved pictures of you.

"Nevermind," He chuckled as he leaned in to kiss your lips at last, his lips trembling against yours from his attempt at trying to conceal his laughter, "Let's just make out, yeah? We can think later.."

The Idiot In Love Type - Akihiko Nirei

Joyous giggles burst from cherry-colored lips, it's buoyancy and airiness serving as a stark contrast to the dull, loud chatter that fills the background. It was like music to his ears. Like an angel singing or a siren's call.

Regardless of what it reminded him of, he'd be put under the same spell over and over nevertheless.

It was, at last, the end of the week which meant that it was finally time for you and Nirei's biweekly date night. This time around, you wanted to treat Nirei to something extra special..and what better way to treat your man than to take him out to a fancy restuarant?

It took a minute to walk all the way here in the outfit you were wearing, but it was worth every blister and every dime! The staff has given the two of you nothing but ten star quality service and the food is to die for!

..Alas, you couldn't help but think this was a mistake. Quickly into the night, your adorable boyfriend had been struck silent for reasons unknown and had simply been staring at you. To avoid awkward tension from arising, you've been rambling on about your week only to get a couple of hums and nods from him.

You knew a scene like this one wasn't exactly Nirei's cup of tea, but you didn't think he'd be this turned off by the atmosphere..

And so, after having your fork between your teeth for so long that you're sure you left a permenant dent in the shape of your teeth in it, you set it atop your plate and called Nirei's name. He hums as he's been doing for the past hour now and it makes your lips quirk down along with your brows.

"Hey, Nirei. Are you..enjoying yourself?" You asked, and as if he was snapped out of a spell by the sweet symphony of your voice, he blinks and his mouth falls open to let out a stammering, "H- Huh?"

"You don't have to lie," You reassure, but your tone sounds more and more defeated with every word you utter. And your face..it reminds Nirei of a sad kitten and it's causing his heart to ache, "I can call a waiter over and we can leave."

"What are you saying?" He asks, his face giving away the genuine bewilderment he feels towards your sudden exclamation, "Why would we leave? We only just got our food.. I- Is something wrong?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" And that furthers his growing panic as he stutters out, "Wh- What do you mean?" And thankfully, you notice his sudden distress to which you reach your hand across the table cloth—being careful to avoid his glass—as you offer your open palm to him.

And without hesitation, he latches his hand onto yours, allowing you to curl your fingers around the edge of his hand while your thumb strokes the supple skin.

"It's nothing you did, hun'," You reassured, "I just noticed that you seemed a little..distant this evening. You haven't talked much at all and you've just been staring and—" You sigh softly, pausing for a moment to collect yourself. Nirei waits, not saying a word the entire time.

"..I just.. I just assumed that you don't like it here..and that's completely okay by the way! There's always the next date, right?"

"What are you talking about?" He says, his brows frowning impossibly deeper into his freckled skin, "I love this, really! I'm having a great time!"

And this time, you're the one giving him confusing glances and making sounds, asking, "I'm serious Nirei, you don't have to lie to me It's okay if you're uncomfortable! I could tell.. You were really quiet and staring like you were.."

And without hesitation, Nirei blurts out, "Well that's because I think you're really pretty." And a curtain of silence as cast over your table.

Well, it did for a moment. Once Nirei actually processed what he said, he let out a small squeak and slapped his hand over his mouth, looking absolutely mortified at the face of your gentle, awestruck expression.

"I- I'm sorry I probably shouldn't have said that I mean it's true that you're really pretty but now probably wasn't the best time to say that and I'm so so sorry if I creeped you out or—" "Is that why you were acting like that?"

"Huh? ..Well, yeah..I- I guess you could say that.." He bumbles like an idiot as his eyes drink in your every micro expression. The slight twitch of the inner corners of your brows, your trembling lips, the growing stain of red beginning at the tip of your ears which is only noticeable after you pushed some strands of your hair back and scratched at your cheek..

You should be apart of a painting in a museum. It'd be an honor to be the painter of such a piece..though, he doesn't believe he'd be able to capture your radiance like other, far more skilled people probably could.

And before he knew it, he was mumbling nonsense, "I find you appealing in every way. From your smile to your laugh to your marks and blemishes.. Everything about you is so alluring that I just..get lost in thought about it, y'know?"

And you were struck silent once again. Before his regret causes him to shoot out a bazillion apologies per minute, however, you recover and slowly bring his hand up to your face. Nirei watches with flushed cheeks as you place a bashful kiss to his knuckles.

"My sweet prince..'had me worried for a second.." You mumbled against his skin, letting his hand go as you let out a breathy chuckle and your own hands come up to cover part of your face, "Now I feel silly.."

And just like that, he was under your spell once again, never to break out of it until your eyes reluctantly released him later that evening..

He's not complaining.

The Quiet Chivalric Type - Kyotaro Sugishita

A stuttering breath slips through your chattering teeth as a rather strong, chilling wind nicks at your skin and blows through your hair.

This was the last time you were ever going to listen to your tv.

You see, that morning you had a bit of a dilemma; you had no idea what you wanted to wear today. Usually you'd just throw something on, but since your boyfriend decided he wanted to spend the entire day out with you, you wanted to dress up for him.

It wasn't the best decision you've made, but you decided to consult in someone you thought would never lie to you; the weatherman. He said, and you quote, "It'll be warm throughout the day with low chances of showers!"

Turns out he was full of shit. As the day went on, the sky began to gray and cloud little by little, until, guess what, it. freaking. rained! Not a few droplets either, it was literally pouring buckets for, like, an hour!

And now, you walk alongside your boyfriend, your cute summer-theme outfit thoroughly drenched, your arms caged around your chest, and you shivering and shaking like a leaf.

If you get sick you swear to the gods above you'll—!

Dampened warmth suddenly spreads around your being. It was like the sun had given you a hug or more like you had been enveloped in blankets after a nice, long shower; complete heaven on earth. What's more is that this warmth has a scent to it. A rather pleasant aroma that reminds you of..

Your eyes drift, widening at the sight of Sugishita now stripped down to his gray tee, his Bofurin jacket—the symbol that stood for all that he idolizes—now draped over your shoulder.

"'What are you doing? You got soaked too. At this rate, you'll get sick.." Despite your protests, your grip on his jacket only tightened, your finger fiddling with one of the buttons. And like your body, it seemed that your boyfriend was just as unwilling to accept the jacket back, a semi-loud, gruff huff slipping through the thin opening his lips parted to create.

And at the face of such stubborn kindness, who are you to refuse?

With a smile beginning to form on your face, you lower your arms from your chest, one hand quickly coming up to cover your exposed body with the jacket while the other reached for his hand..

"You're a lifesaver, 'Taro. Thanks for this," You told him, stopping the two of you momentarily so that you can plant a quick kiss to his cheek before continuing your journey home once again.

..And as you predicted, your poor boyfriend had caught a real bad cold overnight and was bedridden with a fever by morning. You felt absolutely horrible as you tended to him with his freshly washed jacket hanging off your arms..

The Athletic Golden Retriever Type - Taiga Tsugeura

"Ninety six... Ninety seven..." Loud shouts resonate throughout the cozy little living room, it's volume shaking the liquid of all drinks in the vicinity. One is sure that if it wasn't for the furniture being as sturdy as it was, the boom of his voice would rattle them to the point of collapsing.

All that's to say that you didn't mind the noise. As you sat comfortably crisscross on your favorite seat—which so happened to be your boyfriend's back side—your eyes were trained on your phone, eyes following every movement the dancers on the tiny screen made as their voices were blasted along with a catchy tune throughout your bulky headphones.

Even with such deafening noise surrounding your earlobes, you still gave a part of your attention to the man, who was currently pushing you up and down as if you were a mere dumbbell, below you. That said, through the music, you were still able to hear the gruff yell of Tsugeura as he yells, "Ninety nine... One hundred!"

As he eased himself to the ground for the nth time that day, you released him of your weight by sliding off his back and onto your furry rug. You then immediately reached to flick your headphones off your ears—ignoring the fact that your music was so loud that you could still hear the music as clear as day despite the headphones no longer being on your ears—before your hand closest to him came up to ruffle his hair.

"Good job, baby," You praised, "Want your protein shake now?" And to that your boyfriend nods his head up and down like some excitable pup to which you gingerly awarded him with the banana-flavored protein shake.

As he sat up and began gulping down his already half-drunken drink, you watch in silence. Patiently waiting for him to finish his treat before speaking again.

"Is that all for your afternoon workout?" You asked him to which your boyfriend loudly responded, "Yeah! Thanks for the help, babe! The extra weight really did the trick!"

"Am I really that heavy?" You questioned, beginning to frown at the thought. You were never one to exactly care about your weight, but to be so heavy that your buff ass partner likes to use you as a giant weight is a little..

Tsugeura blinks, looking rather bemused as he replies, "Not at all! You're practically a feather!" And despite the sheer amount of confidence in his words, you found yourself skeptical.

"Then if I'm so light, why make me do all of this? I mean, you make me sit on you while you do push ups and I sit on your shoulders when you do your squats," You mentioned and without missing a beat, he says with a big grin plastering itself on his face, "Well, it gives me the excuse to spend time with you!"

You freeze, and as his words process in your head, you feel your face grow warmer and warmer. It seems your boyfriend noticed it, but didn't understand why you were suddenly so abash. That said, he tilts his head to the side as he stares at you.

You're sure that if he had ears, they'd be flopping to the side along with his head. It'd truly be an adorable sight.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why'd you suddenly go silent? You're turning all red too."

"It's nothing. I was just..thinking about some stuff."

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[wutheringcaterpillar]

An Act of Violation

Summary: Cillian takes advantage of you during a sex scene on set.

Warnings: Noncon, age gap (reader is 18), sense of grooming, p in v, oral (f receiving), Dark!Cillian, virgin!reader, creampie, trauma inflicted, fingering

This is purely fiction, not in relation to Cillian Murphy or his real life.

After landing your first big role at the ripe age of eighteen, your co star Cillian took you under his wing. Giving you acting lessons, taking an interest in your hobbies, sharing friendly banter. He had learned very quickly that you didn’t come from money, merely gliding by with rent and food, living from pay check to pay check. He took you on several lunches, dinner, acting as if he cared. He was calculated in his plans, earning your trust and friendship, knowing all your secrets. After your mother’s passing, you had no one, completely and utterly alone in this big, scary world.

Thanking the barista, you made your way to the set, nervous about filming your most intimate scene, although you were quite uncomfortable with having your body on display for everyone to see, you knew sex sells and you could trust Cillian to make you comfortable and guide you. After all Peaky Blinders was on the rise to popularity and emotional attachments with their viewers. The pressure to be perfect on camera waited down on you like an anchor, without this role you’d have nothing, you had to be amazing.

Cillian met you at your trailer with the script, going back and forth rehearsing your lines, suggesting motions, and sounds to make a great sex scene. You didn’t really bat an eye at it, thinking he was just being helpful, trying to ensure your comfortability but when you were on set shedding your clothes preparing, your world turned upside down.

“Action!” Going into character, acting as if you were aroused, Cillian’s hand slid seductively over your bare thighs while your breasts hung visibly present. 

His thumb trailed down your bottom lip slowly, lips agape and drawn into your features.

The camera focused in on a side view, filming the intensity and chemistry from the lustful gaze, magnifying the power balance Tommy held over your character Addison.

Running your hands down his chest, there was little conversation, just pure desire. This scene was intended to be hot, electric, rough as your characters didn’t get along, it was simply Tommy being his usual self, enforcing a manipulation tactic to Addison into bed with him. She was the enemy’s daughter, and turning to Tommy when he convinced her that her family betrayed her, wanting to sell her off to the highest bidder. As much as she held a profound hatred for Tommy, her need for revenge was stronger.

He angled his head burrowing his temple to the side of your face when in that moment you felt a movement from under the sheet just barely covering your most vulnerale area. This wasn’t scripted, his arms were supposed to stay on either side of your head to show the muscular tone of his shoulders and back.

None of production batted an eye, simply trusting that Cillian was trying to make the scene more intimate, as if he might be warming your character up by fingering her when that wasn’t the case at all.

You were beginning to panic when the protective garment over your vagina was suddenly swiped down onto the mattress.

A wave of panic and fear weighed down on your chest, but what were you to do? This was your first big role, and you needed the money, Cillian knew that. 

In a low, hushed tone, you leaned in toward his ear, voicing the concern.

“What are you doing?” Your question was answered when the head of his hardened cock pressed against the entrance of your dry, unwanting hole. When you tried to wiggle your hips up away from him, he simply pressed down with his strong hand, holding you in place.

“Just lay still and act your part. This is important to you isn’t it?” Sliding down beneath the sheet, you were left having to improvise and act as if this was planned. Within seconds Cillian tongue was on your heat, lapping at your folds and inserting a finger in your tight walls. Your hips bucked up from the unexpected violation, but you had to stay in character when you were internally screaming.

Curling your fists in the sheets, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to pretend this wasn’t really happening, reminding yourself you had to keep yourself composed in Addison.

His plump, plush lips sucked at your labia as he entered another finger, drilling into your virgin aching hole relentlessly. From the camera’s perspective all they could see was the bump of his head under the sheets, more focused in on your facial expressions.

The director made a call from behind Cillian, motioning for a closer connection. Wanting Cillian to run his hand lovingly down your cheek, whispering his lines in a lustful, charismatic voice. Your eyes stayed transfixed in his corrupted gaze, hiding the impending fear portruding every part of you.

“After this moment, you’ll be my property. Only belonging to me.” Though the lines were fake, his words struck a nerve. Panic ensued, when one of his hands gripped viciously at your breast, noting the hardened state of your nipples.

“Alright now let the sheet fall down your back and look into her eyes, showing a raw passionate connection before ravishing her lips, not being able to resist her any longer.” Cillian did as he was instructed with his own take, hiding the smirk and building tension.

His cock was throbbing at the sight of your unwanting body beneath him, fully on display for his own personal view.

Clashing his lips against yours, he thrusted forward, penetrating your body with his long, girthy member.

What was meant to come out as a cry for help, came out sounding like a muffled moan from your quivering lips being captivated by him.

You needed this role, you couldn’t do anything to jeopardize this job.

You were stranded, breathing in his mint scent, and his cruel blue eyes embedded in your mind, along with the feeling of your most private area being ripped a part from how dry you were.

Your skin formed goosebumps when his hans grasped at your sides, squeezing them as he pounded you down relentlessly.

“Now Y/N, we need you to be completely enveloped. This scene needs the hatred, the aggression, but also the burning desire and attraction.”

Cillian shoved his tongue down your throat, grinning from ear to ear from the warmth of your walls deciding to take control of the scenario playing out.

He had been resisting you for awhile now, but seeing your nude body beneath him, the delicate untouched features of your skin made him think with his cock, wanting to be selfish for once in his life. 

He could feel your insides starting to moisten involuntarily, turning into a rather hot, slippery slope warming his penis with each forceable movement.

You felt humiliated, used, like some inanimate object. Feeling suffocated between the weight of him on top of you, and the mattress folding beneath your battered body. Was this all he wanted?

Put yourself in Addison’s shoes you’d repeat to yourself over and over, as if that somehow justified the situation. 

The burning in your downstairs intensified when with one strong thrust, he quietly literally took the air from your lungs, but you were able to form it into a glorious moan that was believable.

“Fuck, Tommy keep- oh keep going.” Sliding your hand up the nape of his warm neck, you held him down closer, trying to deepen the kiss, Addison aching for every piece of him, while you were screaming internally for this to be over.

Rhythmically, along with Cillian, feeling his whole length protrude your once virgin walls painfully, balls deep inside of your sore pussy, it had felt like a shot in the arm, only it wasn’t.

Sitting up, and fixing the sheet, he had you on his lap, wanting to see your enticing, inexperienced body ride him while adjusting the sheets so production couldn’t tell.

The pain slowly turned into pleasure when the head of his cock hit your cervix, grinding, and claiming you as he’d wanted to for so long. Taking your innocence and fragility for his own. 

He could feel your heart beat rapidly against his chest, but was pleased to notice that your body was enjoying this, you were feeling pleasure and riding him all on your own. 

You hid your face in his neck, biting down aggressively on his shoulder, though the pain you were causing him was nothing toward the humiliation on you felt. As your hips swayed, and the tip of his cock brushed against the sweet spot you didn’t know you had.

An unexplainable, pleasurable feeling washed over your core, toes curling, and back arching from the approaching orgasm. 

“Tommy- Tommy I’m going to-“ You felt disgusted, violated, unsafe, how was no one noticing what was happening with all the changes in the script or did they just trust Cillian to that extent.

An unexpected, loud, lustful moan escaped from between your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.

Cumming onto Cillian’s shaft, you crumbled in his arms, falling week as your body convulsed. Wishing you could shield yourself from embarrassment, and shamefulness, not wanting to give the predator the satisfaction of knowing he pleased you.

Why wasn’t he pulling out? In a swift motion while you were still desperately riding out the phenomenal sensation. He layed you back down once more, his balls slapped against your bare ass as he pulsated inside of your deflowered rose, painting your insides white with his seed.

“Cut!” As the crew dispensed in search of a robe for you both, Cillian glanced down at the mess, smirking, knowing he had pushed you over the edge enough that you came for him.

Still avoiding eye contact, your co worker tossed you the robe. You flustered to put the fabric over as a shield, pulling your panties from the nightstand drawer, forcing them up to act as a shield, heading back to your trailer.

Cillian covered the stain sheets with the comforter, knowing production usually didn’t clear a set for hours and were always in too much of a hurry to notice a small little stain.

Rushing into your trailer, you slammed the door shut before falling onto the sofa, wrapping your arms around your legs, curling into a fetal position as you wept. Disgust washing over you as his seed continued to seep out from the notorious sexual assault.

What was supposed to be one of the most memorable acts of your life, something you were to decide when you were ready was taken away from you, yet you still had to act through the pain and abuse. Your skin was crawling, as the walls caved in, thought running wild on if this was really worth it if you were going to be subjected to an object.

Not being able to bare the stench of him any longer, in a fitful rush you shed yourself of your clothes, throwing the soiled panties into your bag to throw out the evidence one you were home.

Before changing, you went into the bathroom to start a shower as if you could cleanse away the damage he’s done, cleanse away the memory of his touch and intrusion, but it didn’t work.

Sitting on the toilet, you awaited for more to come out, the tears rolling more abundantly down your cheeks as you saw his semen sitting blatantly in the water.

At that moment there was a knock on the door and Cillian walked in without waiting for you to answer.

Shuffling and scrambling to put your clothes on, he peared the door open, finding you in a state of panic as you pulled a new pair of panties over your coveted area, trying to hide what he’s already seen.

“I don’t think there’s a need to be all embarrassed Y/N. You did great today, felt great might I add.” Uunable of looking him in the eyes, you turned to face away from him, wiping away the tears on your cheeks, not wanting to seem weak.

He closed in the distance, his chest pressing against your back, as his hand slid inside of the wasteband of your pants agonizingly slowly.

Flinching away from his touch, he simple backed you up against the wall leaving you stuck between the hard surface and his touch.

Your stomach churned, forming knots as tears prickled at your eyes once more when his digits combed over your clit, caressing the deflowered skin, and moaning slightly against your ear, causing you to wince away from his unwanted touch.

“Please stop…” You managed to croak out behind the pain.

But your pleads went unnoticed, moreso ignored as he began to rub circles into your overstimulated, throbbing pussy that was still burning from just moments ago.

“Why are you doing this? You- you didn’t ask or care to know if-“ He silenced your words by shoving his fingers right back up into you, allowing the warm liquid from you both to drown his fingers.

The smell of your sex making him hard once more.

“You know all I’d have to do is speak to production. They trust my judgement in character. If I happen to slip up and say I don’t think your right for the part, they’d have to replace you.” He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your sweet scent while his fingers teased at your hole that belonged to him now.

“Is that what you want?”

“No! Please-please I’ll do whatever you want. I need this job desperately.” Ah there it was, he hadn’t expected you to submit so quickly. He chuckled behind your ear, placing a kiss of satisfaction beneath the lobe of your ear, before patting your dripping cunt and removing his hand.

“Atta girl. Knew you were wise. See you tomorrow then, maybe rehearse early on before everyone else arrives. Oh, don’t forget we have one more scene to film, your outfit is on the table., be ready in an hour.” He left biting his lip, turning around and winking at you with a sadistic, egotistical look on his face. You had nowhere to go, no one to turn, most of all no one to believe you.

Collapsing to the floor, you cried relentlessly onto the cold, hard tile, falling to pieces as flashbacks entered your mind of the way he touched you. The way his eyes gleamed with a sick amusement. How could you have been so stupid to believe Cillian was your friend and not noticed all the signs? He ruined your experience of possibly being famous, unable to watch your work on Peaky Blinders ever again without the constant reminder and scene of you losing your virginity.

Pulling yourself up from the floor trying to catch a breath, you did your best to shake off the feeling, clothing yourself for the final scene of the episode that was supposed to be a cliff hanger for the plot of Addison.

The makeup artist noticed your distress, asking if everything was alright to which you just shrugged it off by saying you were reading a script for a future episode and you had become emotional. When she pulled your hair back to remove it out of the way of your face, you unexpectedly flinched from her touch, unprepared for the sudden motion. Questioning you once more, you claimed she had startled you and everything was alright.

When you walked outside to join the crew, the scene before made you nauseated. Seeing Cillian laughing, and chatting with the other actors as if nothing had happened. They were all so oblivious to his charm, and having the advantage of knowing him for so long, they never blinked an eye.

Walking toward the crowd, Cillian glanced your way still laughing and smiling, watching as you stood a good lengths away from him but of course that would draw attention, wouldn’t it? Everyone believed to know how close of “friends” you were, so you made your way closer to his side, ready to act once more, pretending as if everything was okay. He massaged your shoulders, asking if you were okay as if he cared. He just wanted everyone to believe he was a good, caring, hard working man that was willing to help anyone. Taking your position in the alley in the pissing rain, Cillian stood watching your every move from the other end as he waited for his cue to come in. The constant stare was troubling, but once again, no one seemed to notice or think anything of it. Cillian was and always will be more important and a step ahead of you, he would always be the star.

[winchesterwild78]

An Unexpected Friendship pt 4

Master List

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, Jensen’s children

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: SMUT!, oral sex, fluff

A/N: This is a short story written in collaboration with @cheekygirl2309.

This chapter has some spice at the beginning and then some fluff. Hey, it’s about balance. 😀 The reader and Jensen’s relationship crosses a line.

No disrespect to Jensen or his family. This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life.

Minors DNI 18+

Jensen’s lips captured mine in a deep, need filled kiss. His teeth pulled my bottom lip as he pulled back. His fingers danced delicately across my skin, excited and turned me on. 

His hands slipped behind my back and unhooked my bra. My ample breasts sprang free, pulling a groan from him. Jensen licked his lips and started to kiss down my neck, across my collarbone and to my breasts. One hand cupped my breast while his mouth sucked and nibbled on the other. 

I arched my back and moaned his name. “Mmm yes, Jensen. More.” “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” “You, please, Jensen, I want you.” 

Jensen’s lips trailed down my body. I suddenly became insecure and tried to cover my body. Jensen’s head shot up and he looked at me, “Don’t darlin’, you’re so gorgeous. Every..(he kissed me)...inch…(he kissed down my stomach)....of…(kissing my stretch marks)....you….(his lips stopped at my pants).” 

Jensen’s eyes met mine, I nodded yes. His fingers worked fast to undo my pants. I lifted my hips as he pulled them down, pulling my panties with them. 

Jensen tossed my pants to the side and smirked. He bent down as I slid up the bed, my head coming to rest on the pillows. His eyes flicked to mine, now a dark, lust filled green that sent a shiver down my spine. 

He licked his lips and I bit mine. My breathing quickened with anticipation. Jensen slowly spread my legs as he kissed up my thighs. I could feel the need and prospect of things to come. As he reached my folds he gently parted them with his long, thick fingers. A small moan fell from my lips. 

Jensen’s fingers slowly touched my dripping wet core and my hips instinctively moved into him. He smirked when he felt how wet I was already. Jensen’s thumb brushed against my swollen clit as he stuck two fingers inside me. 

My back arched off the bed as a wave of pleasure rushed through my body. Jensen’s tongue and mouth moved over my clit with perfect precision as he continued to push his fingers inside, hitting my sweet spot. My hands gripping the sheets and then his hair. 

My mind was a mess as the pleasure of it all rushed through me. “Oh fuck, Jensen! Don’t stop, please.” Gasps and moans fell from my lips as Jensen devoured me like a man eating his last meal. I felt the familiar tightness as my impending orgasm threatened to send me spiraling over the edge. 

My legs began to shake and Jensen could sense my body tensing. He licked, sucked and pumped faster. Lifting his head, he looked at me. The pleasure of the moment evident on my face, “Cum for me baby. I want to taste you.” Jensen continued his task and pushed me further to the edge. As he inserted a third finger he began to suck on my overly sensitive clit, and the coil snapped like a stretched rubber band. 

My hands pushing his head further in as I started to cum, “Fuck! Jensen I’m cumming. Oh god! Yes!” I screamed in pleasure. Jensen kept licking and sucking, making sure to get every last bit of my orgasm out of my body. My legs were trying to close, but Jensen’s strong arms held them apart. 

When he was sure I was done, he leaned up. My juices covering his face and five o’clock shadow. Jensen looked at me, my face flushed with pleasure and glistening with sweat. My chest rising and falling with every breath I took. He smiled, and leaned down, kissing my lips. 

“Wow, Jensen. That was amazing.” He smiled at me, “Yes it was. Thank you, Y/N.” As he leaned back I saw him adjust himself. His cock rock hard and straining against his pants. “Jensen, that can’t be comfortable, come on baby. Now it’s your turn.” 

I leaned up and looked at Jensen as my fingers found his button. He nodded and I unbuttoned his pants, my fingers lightly pulling the zipper down as my knuckles brushed against his erection. Pulling a half hiss, half moan from his lips. 

I smirked as I slowly pulled down his pants and his boxers, pulling a groan from his lips. His rock hard cock sprang free from the confines of his boxers. I bit my lip looking at the sheer size and girth of him. 

“It’s okay baby, I’ll go slow.” My breath quickened as I laid back, pushing myself up to the pillows. Jensen grabbed a condom from the side table and slid it on. The anticipation building, causing my body to become more aroused. 

Jensen climbed on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He pumped his length a few times and his gaze met mine. “Are you ready, baby?” I nodded, not trusting my voice. 

I felt his cockhead push past my folds and at the entrance of my pussy. Our eyes locked on each other as he started to push in. I moaned as he pushed his length in, stretching me to fit him perfectly. My walls are tight around his cock. As he bottomed out, he groaned and put his forehead on mine. 

“Sorry, baby. I need a minute. You’re so tight, I don’t want to cum too fast.” I nodded and kissed him. He deepened the kiss as he started to move. My back arched as he moved his hips into mine. “God you feel so good, Y/N.” 

As Jensen’s pace picked up our moans filled the air. I grabbed his shoulders as he kissed my body with each thrust. His head falling to the crook of neck from time to time, his hot breath rushing over me. 

Jensen pulled out and I whined at the loss of fullness. “I want you on top, baby. I want to see your beautiful body. Take control.” My breath hitched, “Jensen, I don’t want to hurt you.” His hand cupped my face, “Darlin’ you won’t. Please, I want to see you ride me.” 

Jensen laid back and I straddled him. My legs on either side of his thighs. I took his cock in my hand and lined him up to my entrance and I slowly sat down. I used his chest to help steady me. As I started to rock my hips. 

Jensen’s hands ran up my legs, and up my torso to my breasts. He palmed them as I rocked and bounced. “Yes, baby. Just like that. God you’re so beautiful, Y/N.” 

Jensen lifted his legs, changing the position slightly and giving me more leverage. I placed my hands on his solid chest and continued to move. I sped up as Jensen’s moans grew louder. I was panting and moaning with each movement. I felt the familiar coil tightening in my core. I knew I was close to another release. 

“Jens, I’m close again. Oh fuck!.” “Me too, baby. Keep going.” Jensen’s hips moved into mine. Our bodies are perfectly in sync. Without too much warning my second release hit just as Jensen’s did. My walls clenched around his cock and pulled out his hot cum. He shot his load in the condom. His hips bucked into me as he rode out his release. Jensen’s grip on my hips tightened as he continued to empty his seed in the condom. 

When the two of us were coming down from our high, I climbed off of Jensen and walked to the bathroom to clean myself and get a washcloth for Jensen. 

I returned and he removed the condom, disposing it in the trash can, and he cleaned himself off. Tossing the washcloth into the hamper, Jensen laid back on the bed and offered me his arm. “Come here darlin’” He said as he pulled me close to him. 

He placed a kiss on my lips and held me tightly. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispered. My heart fluttered, “I love you too, Jensen.” He smiled and closed his eyes. My heart beat fast in my chest. I looked at him, his jaw relaxed and his breathing evening out. A look of pure contentment on his face. I laid my head on his chest, and closed my eyes. My heart is so full of love. We both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. 

The next few days were spent going about our normal lives. Jazzy and I went back home, but she refused to sleep alone. I barely slept because I was scared. Robert had bonded out of jail, there was a restraining order, but that never stopped anyone. I didn’t want to admit to Jensen how scared I was to stay at my place. I felt safe at his house, in his arms.

Since the night Jensen and I made love, our relationship was getting stronger. He and the kids were coming over for dinner tonight, so I took the day off to get the house ready and get things for dinner. The kids were at school, and Jensen was working. 

I cleaned the house, went to the store and came home. Looking at the clock I realized I had about 3 hours before I had to get the kids from school, so I decided to take a nap. I was completely exhausted from the lack of sleep at night. Every sound startled me awake, every whimper from Jazzy made me sit up and keep vigil over her. 

I grabbed the blanket that hung over the foot of my bed and laid down on the pillows. Before too long I was asleep. 

Jensen pulled into the driveway with a smile plastered on his face. He grabbed the flowers he had picked up at the florist, and walked to the door. Grabbing the door handle, he realized it was locked. Taking out his key, he turned it and pushed open the door. 

He smirked when he looked around at the house. He knew I was feverishly cleaning and getting ready for dinner. Walking into the house he was met with silence. Sitting the flowers down he walked up the stairs to my bedroom. Pushing open the door he saw me asleep on the bed. The floor under his heavy boot creaked causing me to shoot up and gasp. “Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s me, baby.” 

I took a shaky breath, and as I let it out I started sobbing, apologizing to him. He crossed the room and pulled me into his arms, “Shh, it’s okay baby. I’m sorry I scared you.” His hands rubbing my head and holding me tight to his chest. 

After a few minutes and some grounding breaths I spoke, “Jens, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it was you. I thought it was…” My voice trailed off. “Baby, it’s okay. You’re safe. I promise.” 

My eyes looked into his, a silent plea to save me and Jazzy from the turmoil I was facing alone. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Jensen asked softly. “Nothing, it will be okay.” I said softly.

Jensen’s fingers softly lifted my chin, “Sweetheart, please tell me what’s wrong. You look exhausted and you’re shaking and crying.” I looked into his green eyes, “I just, I haven’t been sleeping and Jazzy hasn’t slept alone since we came home. I’m so scared, Jensen. Scared he’s going to come back and finish what he started.” “Y/N, I promise you, I will keep you and Jazzy safe. He won’t hurt you again, either of you. Move in with me and the kids.” 

My eyes widened and a soft gasp left my lips, “What?” “I want you and Jazzy to move in with me and the kids. The other night when we all spent the evening together, it felt perfect. I don’t want that feeling to go away. The kids love you and Jazzy, I love you and Jazzy. Come on baby, move in with us. If you’re more comfortable with staying in the guest room you can, or move into my room. I don’t care as long as the two of you are there. We can be a real family.” 

A smile formed across my face, my heart fluttered, “Jensen, are you really sure? What about the kids? I don’t want them to be upset.” “They love the idea. I may have already mentioned it to them. I was going to ask you later tonight.” “Jensen, if you’re sure, then yes! We will move in with you guys.” 

Jensen’s lips captured mine in a deep kiss. I smiled against his lips. “Baby, I need to get some things together for a few days. Want to help me?” Jensen smiled, “Well, I’d rather have sex, but yeah I’ll help.” “I gently touched his chest, “There will be plenty of time for that later, I promise.” “Yes there will be, lots of time. How does the rest of our lives sound?” I leaned in to kiss his lips again, “Perfect.” 

A few hours later we had picked up the kids and brought them back to my place. The kids were playing, but I noticed Jazzy seemed a bit off. Jensen noticed it too. “Hey Jazzy, what’s wrong baby girl?” She hung her head and said, “Nothing. I’m okay.” Jensen and I exchanged a look. We knew something was wrong. I opened her book bag to see if there was a behavior note from her teacher, but what I found broke my heart. There was an invitation for a “Father/Daughter Dance” at the school for Friday night. My heart broke for her. 

I walked over to Jensen with the paper in my hand and showed it to him. He looked at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes. “Baby, let me take her and Arrow. That is, if she wants to go with me.” “Jens, that would be perfect, are you sure Arrow wouldn’t mind sharing you?” “Oh no, she’d love it. I have an idea, but I need to take 2 of your roses.” I smiled and nodded. 

Jensen grabbed the two roses and the paper and walked across the yard to the girls. He held the flowers behind his back. “Arrow, can you come here please?” Jensen asked as he walked towards them. 

“Yes daddy?” She asked. “I heard there was a dance on Friday at your school.” “Oh yeah! I forgot. Daddy, it's for you and me only, Zeppy can’t come.” She giggled. “So I see, well (he presented one of the roses) will you go with me to the dance baby girl?” She squealed in delight, “Yes, daddy!!” She took the flower and twirled around. I noticed Jazzy standing to the side, looking sad. 

Jensen walked over to her and got down on his knee, “Miss Jazzy, will you accompany Arrow and I to the dance on Friday night? I want to take two of my best girls to the dance.” He presented the second flower to her and her face lit up like twinkle lights on a Christmas tree. “Yes!” She squealed as she took the flower. 

I stood to the side and smiled at the way my daughter’s face lit up. As Jensen walked back over to me I kissed his lips. “You’re amazing, you know that. What you just did for her is something she will remember for the rest of her life.” “Good, because she deserves the world, so does her mama.” I smiled as he kissed me.

*Friday*

“Okay girls, let’s get your dresses on and your hair fixed.” I said as I called the girls into mine and Jensen’s room. The girls came bounding into the room giggling with excitement. “Mommy, Arrow said I could dance with Daddy Jensen.” “That’s so sweet, Jazzy. I love dancing with Daddy Jensen. He’s a great dancer.” 

“Who’s a great dancer?” Jensen said as he appeared at the bathroom door. He was wearing a suit and tie, his hair styled back, clean shaven, and his cologne filled the space between us. I bit my lip. “You are, daddy.” Jazzy and Arrow both said. 

Jensen chuckled, “Well I am pretty talented.” “And full of yourself too, Mr. Ackles.” I teased playfully. “Yeah, well you love it, Ms Y/L/N.” “Yes I do, and I love you.” I kissed his lips softly. “I love you too.” 

“Now, I need you to leave so I can get these girls ready. You’re a distraction in that suit.” I smirked. Jensen threw his head back and laughed, “Oh am I? Hmmm maybe we can discuss how much of a distraction later after I get back.” He pulled me flush to him, “Yes, Jensen, now go so I can get them ready.” 

About twenty minutes later the girls were dressed and their hair perfectly curled and pinned up. Arrow chose a light pink flowy dress with flowers on the skirt and her black ballet flats. Jazzy chose a yellow dress that reminded you of the ball gown Belle wore when she danced with the Beast. Both girls had their hair half up and half down with ringlet curls. 

The girls walked hand in hand down the stairs and I walked behind them. Jensen was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with two corsages, one for each girl. After slipping the corsages on their wrists, Jensen grabbed their coats and helped them put them on. 

I took pictures and smiled as I saw Jensen interacting with the girls. He was an amazing father, and you couldn’t tell which one of the girls was his real daughter, because he treated them both equally. It made me fall even more in love with him. 

I said my goodbyes and kissed the girls and then Jensen. “Y'all have fun, and don’t stay out too late.” The girls giggled and Jensen kissed me again, “I love you.” 

I closed the door and went into the living room with Zeppelin and JJ. We decided it was a pizza and movie night since it was just the three of us. After the pizza got there I made us a picnic on the living room floor and turned on a movie. 

Throughout the night I was getting texts from Jensen with pictures and updates. Jazzy looked so incredibly happy. I had no idea how I was going to repay Jensen. He didn’t have to include her, but he did. 

JJ, Zeppelin and I finished off the pizza, watched the movie and played some games. As I got the kids to bed, JJ looked at me with a smile on her face, “Miss Y/N, do you love my daddy?” I smiled softly, “Yes, I do, very much, and I love you three too.” She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly, “Good, because I love you too. I miss my mama, but I want you to be my mama too.” 

My breath hitched and my eyes filled with tears, “Oh JJ, I’d love to be your second mama. You know your mama loved you very much, and wouldn’t have left if she could have helped it.” JJ sat there quietly for a minute, “I know. I’m glad she sent you and Jazzy to us.” She hugged me again and laid down. 

I kissed her head and told her goodnight. Walking back downstairs to clean up I replayed what JJ said to me over and over in my head. I couldn’t help but smile at how my life had changed so quickly. 

My phone went off with a text.

Jensen: Hey, the girls are asleep, can you come help me. 🙂

Me: Yes, I’m on my way.

I walked into the garage and found Jensen leaning against the car, shirt unbuttoned a little at the top, tie hanging loosely around his neck. I bit my lip. How can one man look so incredible no matter what he’s wearing? A light blush filled my cheeks. He pushed off the car and smiled, placing a soft kiss on my lips. 

“Welcome home, honey.” I whispered against his lips. We opened the car doors, he grabbed Arrow and I grabbed Jazzy, carrying both sleeping girls into the house.

We climbed the stairs and carried them to their room. I changed Jazzy and he changed Arrow out of their dresses and into their pajamas. Jazzy woke up a little bit, “Hi mommy.” “Hi baby girl, did you have fun?” “Yes, I love daddy so much.” 

I smiled over at Jensen who had heard what she said and a smile stretched to his eyes, causing his eye crinkles to be dominant. 

Jensen and I left the room and softly closed the door. I pulled him into my arms, “Thank you, Jensen for loving her like she was your own. What you did for her tonight is something she will remember forever.” He cupped my face and softly kissed my lips, “You’re welcome darlin’, and she is mine now. Both of you are.” I smiled and he took my hand, leading me downstairs. 

“So how did it go here? Were the kids good?” Jensen asked when we got downstairs. “It was great. We had a pizza picnic in the living room and watched a movie, played games, and JJ asked me to be her mama, you know nothing major.” I smirked. Jensen’s eyes went wide, “Wow, that’s huge.” He pulled me flush to his chest, “Seems like I’m not the only one in love with you. So can I ask, what did you say?” I placed my hands on his chest, “I told her I’d love to be her second mama. I told her that I loved the four of you very much.” 

“Sounds like we both had an incredible night. Y/N, thank you for coming into our lives. I didn’t realize how adrift we were until you and Jazzy came into our lives and hearts. This, all of this feels perfect, like we belong together.” I nodded, “I agree, Jensen. Now, let’s go to bed. You’re killing me dressed like this.” I smiled and my tongue licked my lip, pulling it into my teeth. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Jensen laughed as he locked up and chased me quietly up the stairs. I giggled down the hall and to our shared room. When we got into the room, we fell onto the bed tangled in each other’s arms. Jensen peppered me with kisses as I squirmed and giggled under him. “God I love hearing you laugh.” Jensen said as he looked down at me. 

The rest of the night was spent tangled in each other, making love and exploring each other’s bodies. As we drifted off to sleep, Jensen’s fingers lightly running up and down my arm, I softly sighed. “I love you, Jensen.” “I love you too, Y/N.” He placed a soft kiss on the top of my head, and I fell asleep in the arms of the man I love. 

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[directdogman]

Herr Hund, I had a question about the DLC ending, and I have no idea how to ask it without spoiling things for the Good End. So I'm going to ask and hope I get an answer, but I understand if you can't/won't because the DLC is still fresh!

Before I ask though: I cried. Roger made me cry a lot. I know I made a 'gorl' and so I'm legally permitted to feel emotions other than 'bourbon' and 'leather' but still! (Also, my absolute GLEE at seeing Everett as a cameo.) Your writing continues to be amazing and way more heartfelt than someone would think a dating sim about a weird goblin trying to get into a funfair should be. Also, Roger's VA killed it.

The question: In the good ending, there's the big reveal at the end about Peter's plan, and him mentioning that it was the start of his "Villain Arc". Was he actually trying to be malicious, or was it more him kinda losing his mind from frustration and desperation? Does he become an 'evil' boss and treat everyone poorly, or does he treat everyone the same as he always did, just now as the boss rather than the assistant?

(Also do Roger and him remain friends or was this a moment of "I am actually done with this man"?)

Thank you for reading this, even if you can't answer/publish it!

Hey, glad to hear you enjoyed the DLC! I was actually unsure about the heart to heart scenes for a time, I almost merged two of them and cut out a ton of content from those, but by the time I was seriously considering it, it would've been more work to do more alter the scripts and record new lines. I'm glad I didn't.

The Peter end scene confused a lot of people so I'm actually taking a second stab at it in a future update.

I'm also currently working on an extras menu as we speak, which contains some more context to what happened after the good ending in Roger + Peter's character sheets. To make a long story short, everything works out fine for everyone!

And no, Roger + Peter are still best friends. That's established in the character sheets too.

[stellar-skyy]

A SILENCE SO LOUD — Heizou x reader.

i. SUMMARY: After the accident, Heizou refuses to leave their hospital room. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: Character death (reader), hospitals, probably medical inaccuracies, referenced car accident. iii. NOTES: Can be read as romantic or platonic, modern au, angst, hurt with no comfort, gn!reader, reader is referred to as heizou's partner (could be romantic or work partner) they/them pronouns used, 2.4k words. iv. A/N: Written for the amazing @dumbificat's inevitable evanescence event! I chose the prompt vanish. Please read the warnings before proceeding, please and thank you :)

The dull ring of a heart monitor echoed against the walls of the hospital room. 

One beep. Two. 

Heizou lounged in the chair beside the bed, tilted at just the right angle to observe the sleeping figure. It was a seat intended for guests to take up, but he'd been sitting in it almost as long as the person lying down had occupied their bed. His back twinged with pain every so often, however it was not enough to convince him to move.

He reached out and slipped a hand through the sheets to blindly locate theirs, pulling it out and giving it a squeeze. Maybe if they were awake, they would make a comment about how strange it was; holding hands with someone who was nowhere near conscious enough to feel his touch. He rubbed his thumb along their palm, tracing each line indenting their skin.

The few hours prior were agonizing. While they were stuck in surgery, the doctors managed to convince him to take a walk; get some fresh air that wasn't filled with the smell of disinfectant. Even following their advice, Heizou's thoughts drifted to their sleeping face. Every second since they were admitted, he was at their side watching them. His injuries were far less severe—a handful of cuts over his arms and an array of bruises. The staff felt enough pity to allow him to wait outside or in every room they were moved to, his eyes never leaving their closed ones.

Eventually they were settled here, attached to a variety of machines until their body was covered in tubes and wires. Every few seconds, the heart monitor would sound.

One beep. Two.

If they were awake, he would have been chastised for being so stubborn. They might roll their eyes, make a comment about him not taking care of himself. It was always them, who had to call him out on his borderline-unhealthy behaviours. Kujou Sara had tried, many times, admonishing him for skipping sleep in favour of working on whatever case his mind had fixated on. Hell, even Itto had managed to notice how he neglected eating some days to have more time to do things he decided were more important. However no one could get through to him like his partner could. A raised eyebrow, the slightest frown of disapproval, and he would already be moving from his chair to go take a nap.

But it wasn't like they could say anything. They hadn't managed to drag themselves into consciousness yet, not since the accident.

Heizou scoffed to himself. 'The accident' was still such a stupid way of describing it. That kind of melodramatic, cliched name would never have been his pick, but the concerned visitors that crowded the bed every few hours seemed dead-set on calling it such. It was always, 'I heard about the accident', always 'Are you okay after the accident, Heizou?'

That question was enough to make him fall into laughter, right there in the hospital room. A bewildered Kujou Sara had stared at him like he'd gone mad, while he doubled over in hysterics.

It was her fault for asking. Why should she bother to ask him if he is alright, when he was the one in the chair and they were the one hooked up to a heart monitor? He was alive, he would survive without half a dozen machines strapped to his body. He didn't have any right being asked if he was okay.

She had excused herself after that, while he swiped tears trickling down his cheeks (from such heavy laughter of course; there was no other cause.)

Shinobu was next to visit, which was a surprise to Heizou. A bigger surprise was how she seemed far more interested in speaking to him.

“I think you need to consider a plan, for just in case. Just... think about what you're going to do if–” She had said, being cut off immediately by Heizou's voice, three times louder than hers.

“If? If what? You do know they're going to survive, right? They've had surgery. They're stable. They're going to be fine.” Heizou leaned back in the chair as casually as he could, ignoring the pinpricks of pain the movement caused. “I don't concern myself with 'what ifs?'”

He was lying through his teeth.

What if was a constant thought in his mind, between the moments where he drifted through a dreamless sleep. What if I wasn't the one driving that day? What if I had gotten a few more hours of sleep that previous night? What if I looked to my left, and saw the headlights before they were too close to avoid?

“I know it's painful, Heizou.” Shinobu said softly. It was almost bewildering to hear. That girl was all sharp edges and blunt words, so the rare gentleness always caught him off guard. “But please, think practically about this. Okay?”

Riddles were a passion of his, but for once Heizou felt no desire to pick apart the meaning of her words; less out of not understanding, more out of a fear that he did.

“It wasn't your fault, Heizou.” Shinobu said. “Listen to me: it was not your fault.”

“Oh, yeah? How the hell would you know that?” Heizou scoffed, now moving his eyes from his partner's prone form. “You weren't in the car. Don't pretend you know what happened.”

“Heizou…” She began. “I know we aren't close, but I do consider us friends.” That caught him off guard slightly. When did that happen, he wondered. “And I don't want to see my friend destroy himself with guilt over an accident.”

The other reason why he ground his teeth together at the word accident, was the sheer amount of people assuring him it was just that. A tragedy, a freak crash, a terrible calamity that no one could have foreseen. It was a comfort, in their eyes.

In an accident, there is still at least two parties: the victim, and the perpetrator. His beloved partner fell into the former category. And Heizou–who wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, who had the radio blasting loud enough to drown out the sound of the motor rumbling closer and closer–knew for certain he was the latter.

It was almost funny, in a twisted, morbid way. Even in an accident, there was still someone at fault. It wasn't intentional, sure, but it was his hands gripping the steering wheel, and his foot on the brakes just a second too late.

They lapsed into silence. Shinobu stared at him in expectation.

“You should get going. Guest hours are finishing soon.” He managed to spit out.

That wasn't the right answer, if the crumpled up look behind her mask was any indication. He couldn't see her face, but he would bet his life there was a twitch of her lips, like she always did when she was displeased with the Arataki Gang. That sight was a privilege he had seen once, and once only, but it stuck with him more than any other memory they had shared.

“Goodbye, Heizou.” Shinobu said quietly. It was only after she left that he realized that she didn't look at [Name] once.

Heizou let go of their hand, watching it fall back on the bed limply, and folded his arms over his chest. A pang of hunger made itself known in his stomach, but he ignored it. Food could come later, but he was preoccupied at that moment.

When they woke up–and that was a when, not an if, he thought to himself–he would have to take them out for lunch. Treat them to a hot meal, on him. It was the least they deserved, after everything. In the meantime, all he could do was watch them get fed through a tube hooked on their face—a hideous, invasive-looking device. Heizou tore his eyes away from it, focusing back on the sound of the heart monitor.

One beep.

Heizou's breath caught sharply. His eyes darted over to see the machine, as the singular beep continued to sound. On the screen, the jagged pattern had smoothed out, into one clean, straight line.

An alarm began blasting sound outside of the room, a constant wailing that echoed throughout the ward.

“No…” He muttered under his breath. He slammed his fist against the screen, as if that would jolt it back into the steady pattern. His voice raised to almost a yell, fingers curling around the sides of the machine. “No! No, it’s not fair!”

Heizou stumbled backwards, hitting the wall with a thud. His vision had gone hazy, but he could see enough to awkwardly locate the emergency call button on the side of the wall. It let out a melodic chime, completely out of place among the blaring alarm ringing through the room.  

There was still no movement from the hallway, even with the alarm filling the ward. Almost tripping over his feet, Heizou closed the distance between him and the door to kick it open. His hands clung desperately to the doorway as he yelled down the corridor.

“Nurse! Nurse! Help, please–” Heizou made a strangled sound at the back of his throat, roughly swiping at his eyes to clear his eyesight. “Please, someone help! They’re–”

The siren was still wailing over the sound of his cries. It wasn't enough, there was no one there, and their heart still wasn't beating.

“Help!” He screamed, over and over until his voice was as raw as sandpaper. The world around him melted into a blurry haze, with the only distinct sensation being that torturous alarm and the sound of his own voice.

“—kanoin! Shikanoin! Please, calm down!”

The world snapped back into place like puzzle pieces fitting together. A nurse was in front of him: their primary nurse, if his memory was correct. She had one hand on his shoulder gripping tightly, as she continued to shout in his face.

“You have to leave. The doctors need to start the defibrillators, and we can’t have you getting in the way.” She said, loudly and firmly.

“Wha–No!” Heizou protested, ripping himself out of her hold, like her touch was fire.

“The doctors need space. Wait outside, we will speak to you soon.” The nurse insisted, making shooing motion with her hands. He was unceremoniously ushered into the hall, door slamming shut behind him.

There was a chair outside of the room; askew, like someone had knocked it into the pathway in their hurry. He dragged it over to the frosted windows, sitting on it backwards so he could press his face against them. The attempt was fruitless; the windows were impossible to see through, so he turned his back on the room and collapsed heavily in the chair.

No one had had bothered to turn the alarm off, so it continued: screeching, screeching...

A screech of tires; headlights flashing from his side. He looked over his partner and through their window in a panic, freezing at the lights like a deer in the middle of the road.

His foot twitched, but it was too late to hit the brakes now. All he registered was a blood-curling scream in his ear, tearing through his shock enough for him to realize what was about to happen.

Heizou flinched backwards, hitting his head on the window. Eyes blown wide, he gasped, clenching his fists until he felt his nails dig into his palms. The pinpricks of pain drew him back into the present.

Someone had the sense to finally turn off that alarm, so Heizou found himself in silence. That had to be a good sign, right? If something had gone wrong, they wouldn't have time to hit the stop button. They must have stabilized them while Heizou zoned out, and switched the alarm to off so the panicked atmosphere could quiet.

“Ah, Shikanoin.” A woman's voice; the nurse from earlier. Heizou forced a grin onto his face, hoping she didn't see the redness in his eyes.

“Nurse! How are they?”

“I'm sorry, Shikanoin.” She said gravely. Her voice faded to static after those words, while Heizou stared at her, mind completely blank.

Sorry could mean a lot of things. Sorry could be for the delay in attending to them, or for the distress that they caused him. Sorry could be referring to all of the trouble he was put through, or for how long they took to tell him they were alright and alive. Yes, it had to be that last one. He couldn't dream of any other possibility.

“Shikanoin? Are you listening to me?”

“Hm? Oh, sorry I zoned out for a sec. Silly me, huh?” Heizou chuckled hoarsely. The nurse's face softened, something dangerously similar to pity in her eyes.

“Ahem. I will repeat myself then. We attempted to resuscitate [Name] to the best of our abilities, however it seems their body has rejected the heart surgery. I'm afraid–”

“No!” He whispered under his breath. It was lost, among the discordant sounds of the hospital, drowned out by phantom wailing of alarms, footsteps pounding against tiles, and that damned beep singing in his head.

The quiet protest couldn't stop the next four words.

“They didn't make it.” The nurse bowed her head respectfully, but the gesture was hollow. She was already subtly gathering the papers in her clipboard, ready to move to the next patient. Perhaps some part of him felt kinship with it; that sort of dull desensitization was common amongst detectives too, particularly ones that dealt with death on a daily basis. He could almost see himself, quietly reassuring a victim's wife that he would do his best to solve the murder of her husband, before he methodically moved on to the next case that fell on top of his desk.

It was ironic then, that he found himself being the one comforted now.

“I'm sorry for your loss, Shikanoin.” Heizou couldn't bring himself to respond, still staring blankly at the nurse.

She exchanged some words with a doctor emerging from the room, before vanishing back through a door. Heizou's hands fell into his lap, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He wasn't crying anymore, he noticed absently. Some part of him knew the news would settle in soon and he would crumble. He was a building on the verge of collapse, waiting for a single frail breeze to send him crumbling.

The rest of the hospital was gone. All that was left was a single sound.

One beep. Constant, and echoing in his ears.

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[dreamscapesofimagination]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day!I came for the tdb requests :D

I have Jin as the default character on the main screen (didn't choose him nor liked him at first , he resembled default cold male lead in Korean transmigration manhwas , he's the first ssr i pulled tho soo) and his lines about him establishing a servant-king dynamic ( a tsundere , constipated feelings )without giving us the option to be slightly annoying about it _us servaning him_ is annoying to me.

I am a person who likes to challenge those around me (I like to play with what given to me since everything is more than it seems)even tho I am a calm person so ppl rarely wait for it,so, I have been wanting to get Jin to go to those 'peasants' locations he mentions in his voice lines (like seeing fireworks is better on a helicopter) for a date to get him to admit the beauty in what you can create (we have all noticed he' s grieving a loss so I kinda want it to take inspo from thod daye in order to challenge his current situation especialy his stigma )

Thank you in advance!

A/N: This is an amazing idea! I actually love Jin- I really enjoy the emotionally constipated characters (Aka why I love Alan, Megumi from JJK, and Dean Winchester sm lol). I hope you enjoy!

T/W: Cursing, Jin is kinda a spoiled ass- but also not?, soft Jin

Summary: Jin doesn’t understand why you insist on making him stargaze with you- he could take you to an observatory. He doesn’t understand the appeal of laying in the grass. He doesn’t understand why you’re so happy, or why your smile makes such a warm feeling spread through his chest.

—————

This truly had to be some kind of joke.

In fact, Jin was sure it was.

In what world was laying in the grass outside of your dorm better than viewing the stars at a world class observatory?

You, however, were extremely pleased that you had convinced him to quote “do peasant shit.”

His haughty attitude irritated you to no end, and you were determined to make him eat his words, which is exactly why you had chosen tonight for this.

He glanced over at you, watching you settle onto your back.

“This better be good. After this I’ll show you what it's like to see the sky through the best observatory in the world,” you rolled your eyes at his words.

“I know you’ll enjoy this, as long as you pull your head out of your ass.” you flashed him a sweet smile as he glared at you for your response.

“Wow, got some bite to ya, huh? Scared to admit this is a waste of my time?”

Your eyes narrowed, “Jin, sometimes I want to smack that smug look off of your face,” your ridiculously handsome face.

It was quite vexing- Jin was exactly your type. His attitude was the only deterrent, which frustrated you.

You knew there was more to him, he just refused to let people in.

He let out a bark of laughter at your response.

“I’d like to see you try- that would be the highlight of my day.”

“Your attitude is exactly why you have two friends.”

“Bold of you to assume I need friends.”

With a sigh, you refocused your eyes on the sky, choosing to ignore that statement.

You wished you could just get through to him- figure out why he was so guarded.

Jin watched you for a moment, uneasy at your lack of response. He was so used to you always having a retort to his remarks. Nothing he had ever said had seemed to genuinely upset you, until this.

Besides, he only had one friend, Tohma.

Until it hit him- you.

Despite how cold he was, you had always been friendly to him, insisting on sticking around even when he relentlessly pushed you away.

With a sigh, he laid beside you in the grass, choosing to follow your lead in hopes of making you happier.

The sky was an endless sheet full of stationary pin pricks of light.

His eyes widened when it started.

Flashes of light across the sky- hundreds of them.

A meteor shower.

His eyes flashed to you, and he couldn’t resist the warmth that spread through his chest at the look of wonder on your face.

You were hyper aware of Jin beside you. You wanted him to enjoy this- not just admit that it was better than a damn observatory.

The night was cool, with a small breeze that rustled past you both on occasion.

Seconds passed into minutes as you both watched the meteor shower, and you couldn’t resist the smile that spread across your face. You loved stargazing- and meteor showers were so rare that you had never seen one.

“Isn’t this amazing?” Your voice was breathless as you spoke, and his gaze went to you and he couldn’t stop himself, “Yeah, guess so.”

Pride filled you and you spoke again, “better than a fancy observatory?”

He felt his lip curl up, unable to tear his gaze away from the happiness on your face.

“It's probably the company.”

Cheeks burning, you sat up, watching him.

Jin couldn’t help the way his heart fluttered, not entirely opposed to the feeling of warmth in his chest.

He carefully avoided your gaze, turning his eyes back to the sky, “afterall, I’ve got two friends, so I should enjoy spending time with the better of the two.”

You smiled, rolling your eyes.

It wasn’t difficult to recognize that this was the best you would get, and you were satisfied seeing the icy exterior he held melt even the slightest.

[akanemnon]

Hey! I love twin runes! It's an amazing comic! Do you have any reference sheets for the characters (ie, Frisk, Papyrus, anyone really). I think you posted a Papyrus ref before but I can't seem to find it (I am NOT good at tumblring) Maybe you could put them in the master post? I think that would make sense. Keep up the awesome work btw!

Thank you so much for enjoying the comic and thank you for the great suggestion! I've updated the master post with the refs of everyone's Dark World form (so far). There will be a couple more later down the line ;)

[shini--chan]

Hi! I just wanted to see if you would be willing to write for the Yandere Template I for Armin and Levi from AoT? I hope you have an amazing day!

Thank you, you as well. Armin's character sheet will come out next month

Yandere Character Sheet I - Levi Ackerman

Trigger warnings: coercive behaviour, physical abuse, abuse of authority, mutilation, murder, verbal abuse, blackmailing, deliberate scaring

Attributes - What sort of Yandere is he/she?

The first thing that comes to mind is awkwardness. Levi wouldn't be a very communicative person and would perform poorly when it comes to words. Having spent his life either as a criminal or a soldier in the military, he would display a very cramped communication style - rough around the edges, harsh and aimed at commanding respect and authority. Wooing another person would be outside his realm of expertise, and it would show. Instead of sweet words and grand gestures, he would fall back on what he knows best - domination and assertion. Friendly isn't something that Levi does. Oh, he would know all too well how to manipulate, how to frighten and how to motivate people. That still doesn't mean he knows what to do with love, or even to handle more nuanced human interactions. Thus, his interactions with you would be filled with orders and threats, with the romance being lacking. With how he would treat you, you’d feel more like a servant or a prostitute. 

Which leads us to the next trait - roughness. Not just in the metaphorical sense, of him being rough around the edges, but also being rough in his interaction. Being as desensitised to violence as he is, it wouldn’t even occur to him that some of his behaviour is out of the ordinary. Brutality is just his way of life, and thus it would also become part of yours; you would just be on the receiving end. Thus, don't expect him to be kind, or indulge in romancing you. If anything, he would find the idea of wooing you the expected way, to be cheesy and unnecessary. Mostly, he would rely on his status and force of personality to attract you and keep you with him. Don't believe that he would tone down his swearing or crude jokes around you.

To him, you would be an escape from the stresses of his career and past. To him, you would be his happiness and freedom, and thus he would loathe to have to conform to societal expectations around you. Of course, when you're out in public, you'll both have to play by the rules, so he would coach you on how you have to behave around other people. There would be topics you would have to avoid, a certain demeanour you should showcase and designated people you would be forbidden from interacting with. Away from the public eyes, you'd have to fulfil roles in the private sphere. Should you fail, he'd become irritated or also angry and then life would become more difficult for you, even painful at times. 

It would go without saying that he would be overly strict with you. Levi would be of the opinion that constant comfort just ruins character, and that on top of that, you would need a firm hand to keep you in line. Thus, he would set up ironclad rules that he would expect you to follow without error or complaint. Furthermore, he wouldn't tolerate any loophole abuse - you would be expected to follow the spirit of his "laws'' as well as the letter. A meticulous schedule would be established that you would have to follow consistently.

 You wouldn't be blamed for deeming him controlling - he is after all. For him, it would be a coping mechanism to make his erratic lifestyle and difficult past more bearable. And to prevent his history from repeating itself. Everybody that he has loved turned their backs on him, either through death or by walking out of his life. Levi wouldn't tolerate you doing the same. Even the wish to do so would be seen as betrayal by him, and you would have to be punished for it. 

In many ways, he would be patronising to you. Compared to him, you're just so fragile and stupid. You would need him to survive, and to thrive you would have to obey his every command. All in all, he would regard himself as more experienced than you, having lived a turbulent and harsh life. How can you even dream of holding a candle to his flame? Best fall in line and take his every word to heart, since Levi knows best. 

To make matters worse, he would be rather irritable. Poor communication skills married with very high expectations would lead to him becoming very waspish when things don't go his way. Life with you is supposed to be filled with domestic bliss, a life shared with a person that he can unconditionally trust. Should you act in ways that shatter or even just crack that dream, he'll strive to painfully remind that you've misstep. 

Cornering - How would they get you?

Oh, there could be a multitude of ways that he could orchestrate this. One of his most fundamental plans of action, however, would be to ensure that you believe that you have to be with him, for whatever reason. This could be achieved through threatening to hurt your loved ones, blackmailing you into submission, or making you convinced of the fact that your life would be worse off without him. Else, he can make life miserable should you defy him - should he come forth with accusations about you, whose word would hold more sway? Yours or his? 

Other than that, he isn't strictly above using his authority to manoeuvre you to where he wants you to be. Perhaps martial law has been declared, and you are a citizen that has to heed his command. You could be subordinate to him in one way and he would pull the strings to make you dance to his tune. 

That being said, he is rather clumsy when it comes to social interactions and he is very conscious of it. Therefore, he would sic a friend or a subordinate unto you, and let them do all the dirty work. The argument that he would use would be that he works better when you're at his tender mercies, and that therefore you would have to be delivered to him. 

Once, he was also a thug, and despite all the education and regulation and development, traces of that mentality would still exist in him. A knife to the throat may be used to make you come with him, or to stay still when he talks with you. Regardless of your gender, he wouldn't shy away from manhandling you - subduing you with a few well placed hits or kicks, putting a knee on your back to make you stay down or slinging you over his shoulder. Gradually, you would become accustomed to this behaviour, and stop protesting, not that it would have helped much anyway. 

Expectations - What do they expect of you?

A lot and the expectations would be high. Of course, you would be good and fulfil all of them, yes? Else, he'll just have to help you along the way. 

Be clean and invest time in putting things in order. Cleanliness is next to godliness, after all. If you can't keep such basic matters in good shape, how can he expect you to be capable of anything else? Also, bad hygiene leads to sickness and death, and is a symptom of poverty. He wouldn't want you to unwittingly shorten your own life just because you can't brush your teeth twice a day. If you have to interact with him and her not cleanly already, then you'll quickly become so - just to make him less irritated and more benign in your interactions. 

While not all that important, he would prefer for you to be cynical. Not in that you are pessimistic and choleric, but in that you abstain from luxuries and comforts you could have. While he might fight so that others can live a peaceful and cosy life, he looks down on them exactly because of that. A too easy life corrupts the character and leads to weakness and arrogance in his eyes. Do not fall into that trap, and avoid becoming soft. He would treat you with more respect if you do. Else, he'll see you as even more fragile, and on top of being patronising, he would also be disdainful towards you. 

Speaking of respect, he would demand that you treat him with dignity and respect. He only survived in the Underground, even thrived, by not letting people step on his toes without there being consequences. He is a man that demands to be recognised as competent authority - if his own wife won’t abide, then why should his men. The image of “Humanity’s Strongest” is something that nobody should spit on, especially not you. If anything, you would be held up to even higher standards, and be expected to dote on him. Levi would want a supporting spouse, not another enemy he has to outmanoeuvre and subjugate or eliminate. Though, he would take it too far at times - having been starved of proper affection and love for so long, he’d want you to be all the more indulgent. 

Tying into the two traits mentioned above, he would want you to display and possess strength of character. Don’t be the sort to simply buckle under pressure, or to burst into tears when things don’t go your way. Don’t be a child, he isn’t in charge of raising you. That being said, if you “act like a child” then he wouldn’t shy away from treating you like one. But more to that later. The point is that he wants somebody that he can respect as well, that has dignity and strength and a sense of purpose. Best be decisive and don’t flip-flop between possibilities. 

Though, one thing above all - be honest with him. You two are not supposed to be enemies, so don’t act like it. He isn’t some rival you have to trick, or a youngster that has to be shielded from the world. Besides, if you lie too often, or omit the truth one time too many, he’ll lose trust in you and you don’t want that. It would just make your life more difficult than it already is. If you are dishonest, then he’ll wonder what else you’re hiding from him and become forceful. Keep in mind, what you define as forceful might be considered gentle in his books. 

Faded - Would they let go of you in any way?

Not willingly, since you would be his happiness. However, if his actions, and the consequences thereof, would culminate in an ego-shattering blow, then he would release you out of guilt. Levi sees himself as a protector and guardian. Should that image, in regards to you, be annihilated, then he would give up his life with you to keep you safe. Though, it would take a lot for him to reach this stage. 

Tied with would be Levi’s loyalty to his own core principals. He has a sense of honour and loyalty, and values that he wouldn’t sacrifice for your sake. Should he have to choose between abiding by his own values and you, he would choose the former. In the case that he knows you want out, then he would be very careful to make sure that it doesn’t come to such a scenario. 

Punishment - How would they proceed if you do something they disapprove of?

As a rule of thumb, Levi Ackerman keeps a very tight leash on his emotions, so acting out impulsively wouldn’t happen very often. This is important because all his actions towards you are thought out and purposeful, including the times he punishes you. While it would be tempting to simply beat you black and blue to teach you a lesson, you aren’t one of his soldiers. You aren’t a nosy civilian or a bandit or the enemy, so it would be wrong to treat you such. However, that doesn’t mean that physical violence is off the table. He could frame it that it looks like an accident, even to you. In the bonds of training, accidents happen all the time, especially if people have stupid reactions. Perhaps he’ll step on your foot and make you fall over, causing you to either break your leg or arm. Maybe he’ll be too forceful with a training sword, and it would break your skin and slide along the muscles and tendons without cutting anything. 

Of course, he could also make it perfectly clear that he is harming you and that it is his intention. It could be something as simple as a slap to the face or a harsh pinch in the side, or something as grave as tying you down and scaring you. It would be him leaving his traces on you, marking his territory so that no other would show interest in you. Also, so that you would be more reluctant to give you to somebody else. Such a chastisement could be the result of you “drawing unwanted attention” to yourself.  

Still, he would feel guilty, because that isn’t how lovers are supposed to treat each other. His solution to this dilemma would be to make you ask him to punish you. How can he say no when you’ve seen the errors in your ways and choose to repent? And if you ask him so nicely, then you’ll surely say thank you after he is finished. It would be a way to legitimise his treatment of you in his own eyes, as well as in your mind and to any third party. 

At the end of the day, he is a military man and would also employ military punishment. Working you to the bone until you are exhausted, making you do exercises while injured or paperwork while you’re sick. Naughty lovers like you sometimes need detention like an ordinary soldier. Or a stern reprimand, but with his potty mouth, that would become old fast; not that that would stop him from insulting you however.

Reaction - How would they react to you escaping?

Here, he’ll regard you with the same attitude a normal person would show a dog that ran away. Be thankful that it wouldn’t be more than that, else he would end up breaking your spirit in the ensuing hunt. As it is, you running away would irritate him immensely and you would be on thin ice around him for weeks afterwards. The longer you’d manage to evade him, the more frustrated and angry he’ll become; and the greater his respect for you will be. As strange as it may seem, he does like when you show that you can stand your ground. However, he’ll never let your candle grow brighter than his own flame. Curtailing your actions would be a way for him to ensure that. 

Most likely, he’ll enlist somebody to help him in some shape or form. It would probably catch you off guard when he isn’t the one that retrieves you, but somebody you don’t even know about. It would also be an oppotunity for him to flaunt his power to you, and strangle any thoughts of future escape attempts in the cradle. You’d be dragged before him, and he’d sit there, high and mighty while looking down on you. 

Though, he’d also take his time to hunt you down, should he be really upset. What better way to let off steam than to track you down and make you pay?

Turnabout - Scenario: You have the upper hand? What would be different from their usual MO?

The matter about power is that it isn’t a zero sum game. If you are foolish enough to believe that, then he would indulge you in order to yank the carpet from under your feet later. Levi wouldn’t trust you to have complete control over anything greater than your clothing choices, so for you to be in charge of his life … only over his dead and rotting body.

What he would allow, is for you to think that you have the upper hand, and can leave anytime you want. That way, you would become complacent and soft - easier for him to handle and manage. And when it would finally dawn on you that all the power you allegedly have is only nominal, then it would already be too late. 

Should you actually gain the upper man, then he would seek to reverse the roles as quickly as possible. He would do it in a way that you wouldn't catch on until it is too late. While he has difficulty with social interactions, he isn't incapable of sublimity or deception. You would be treated like an enemy on the battlefield and be punished as such. Trying the outlast him wouldn't work, since he would just continue until you would give in. 

Vengeance - What would they do in the face of competition?

Being a practical man, preferably through a physical altercation. Nothing teaches a better lesson than bodily pain. Besides, if there is anything that Levi would have learned, then it is that actions speak louder than words. While diplomacy can be good, Levi would rather skip the preamble and go directly to business. Most of the competition would scarper after having to suffer some discomfort and cease trying to "rescue" you. As for the rest - Levi would have a few ideas on how to deal with that sort. 

People tend to become more subdued after losing a body part and that would be the way forward for him. Though, if circumstances wouldn't allow for such thorough actions, then there would be alternatives that he would resort to - such as paralysing them from the waist, or the neck, down. Slicing through tenons and ligaments means that they have to be rejoined, and even then they would never be the same as before - hands become useless and feet lame. The old injuries and scars ache on cold winter nights and during thunderstorms. In that way they would always be reminded of their misdeeds, and they would carry the consequences thereof for the rest of their lives. 

Of course, there would be those that would still persist. It would make matters both easier and harder for him, in different aspects. He could showcase it as besmirching his honour and kill the other in a public duel, so as not to lose face, regardless of their social class. On the flip side, it would put the spotlight on the two of you, and lead to the wrong people taking interest in the situation. 

[rosehxnt]

oh, simple thing

characters: ruggie bucchi, jade leech, jamil viper summary: small moments of serenity don’t come often with your hectic schedules warnings: might be ooc, mentions of stress (jamil)

Ruggie Bucchi  When you got a message from your boyfriend saying he’d finished all his running around for Leona, you immediately went to search for him.  As you went to open the door to your dorm he was already there, donuts in hand.  "If I'd known you were going to bring food I would've offered to pay for it." You pouted.  "There's still time," Ruggie said, giving out his signature laugh. "But really, I noticed how hard you've been working and decided to pay this time."  "You work just as hard as me, Rugs. Let's break into those treats though, I'm hungry."  You split the donuts evenly between the two of you, cutting each in half so you could try each flavor. You told each other about your days and shared any anecdotes the other hadn't heard yet.  "I don't understand how someone like Leona can go through so much laundry," Ruggie said, finishing off his last piece, making sure to get as much frosting off his fingers as possible. “It’s always overflowing whenever he calls me to take care of it.”  "Tell me about it," you commented. “Grim seems to make messes on purpose and leaves me to take care of them.”  “At least we’re finally getting some time off from that,” Ruggie said, swiping some frosting from the corner of your lips.

Jade Leech  It was about an hour into the hike you'd promised you would take with Jade every other week. He refused to tell you where you were going and gave no warning when he would stop to look at nearby plant life.  Your legs were nearly burning but as usual, he was unbothered. The occasional breeze gave you some brief relief from the steep slopes.  He suddenly stopped once you reached even ground, but didn't move to inspect or gather any fungi like you expected.  “Jade?”  “Yes, pearl?”  “Why’d you stop?”  “So you can rest for a bit,” he said, now facing you. “Don’t you remember wanting to sit down on this fallen tree last time we were here?”  You looked around his broad frame for the first time since you stopped and noticed the mossy trunk you’d insisted on leaning on two weeks prior. Sitting next to it was a small basket and some patterned cloth.  “You have been very busy on top of working at the lounge with us, so I’ve prepared a small picnic for us as well.” His considerate gentlemanly manner never failed to amaze you.  “Thank you so much, Jade,” you said as you walked over together to spend the rest of the afternoon cashing in on well-deserved rest.

Jamil Viper  Jamil was no stranger to stress, what with Kalim's seemingly nonexistent sense of self-preservation and the pressure to keep him safe and in line lest his family would be in big trouble.  Usually, when he had some time off he'd spend it alone, but ever since you'd come along, he found himself longing for your presence.  You met him in his room, where his roommate was long gone. Jamil was sitting on the edge of his bed smiling when you approached him. You could tell he was tired by the way he nearly melted into the sheets, but he still gave you the energy you were used to.  He greeted you by holding your hands and gently kissing your knuckles. You could still feel his exhaustion even through light touches. It made you want to bear all the weight on his shoulders as your own.  "What do you feel like doing, Jamil?"  "Just staying here with you is good," he replied as you sat next to him.  "You've worked really hard today. You know that right?" You locked hands with him. "I'm proud of you. I'm always so very proud of you."  "I know my dear," he squeezed your hand. "I know."

a/n: i believe that jamil deserves to know he’s appreciated for his hard work m.list & rules

© rosehxnt

[formula1fanfiction]

Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz

Title: Is this right?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz

 Characters: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz  

Prompt: Carlos has his first rut, since mating Charles.

Charles throws all his stuff into his room and makes his way to Carlos' room, just like he does every race weekend, it's surprising that Ferrari still bother to pay for two rooms, especially since now they are mated, thanks to the accidental mating bite during Charles' last heat, but it's been the best things that's happened to them.

"You need to leave, sorry Charles." Carlos' pokes his head round the door, his usual perfect hair all over the place. "Why?" It comes out a lot more bratty than he intended, but it's almost been two weeks since he's seen his mate and the omega inside of him is crying out for it.

"Rut, I can't control myself around you." This is news to Charles, his rut isn't scheduled until the summer break. "I'm your mate Carlos, that's why we were together for heats and ruts or whatever." Charles pushes past Carlos and goes into the room.

"But, I can't control myself Charles..." Carlos' rut scent is so strong in the room, that Charles can feel himself slicking up, soaking his underwear. "I will help you Carlos."

That must be all Carlos needs to hear because the next thing Charles' knows is, Carlos rugby tackling him and flipping him onto his stomach on the bed. Charles squeals in delight, hard cock rubbing against the bed sheets.  

"Going to fuck you so hard." Carlos growls, ripping off Charles' sweat pants. "So wet for me, such a good little omega." Carlos pushes his face into the wet patch on Charles' boxers and eagerly licks up the slick, leaking out of him.  

"My perfect omega." Carlos' pushes down Charles' boxers shorts and pushes his tongue into the river of slick leaking from Charles' hole. It feels amazing, Charles digs his fingers into the sheets and thrusts up his ass, wanting even more.

"I can't wait anymore, are you sure about this?" Charles whines in protest as Carlos pulls away from him. "Please Carlos." The Spaniard is back instantly, pushing a pillow under Charles' body, raising his ass to the perfect angle.

"Fuck Charles, such a pretty omega, i'm going to fuck you full of my pups." Carlos takes his own dick into his hand, it's huge, Charles can't wait to feel it filling him up, fucking him, breeding him. "Please Carlos."

Carlos seems to have lost all his senses now, he gives a growl as he lines himself up against Charles' dripping hole and sinks inside. It feels like heaven, he can't help but let a long moan at finally getting what he wants, to be filled up by his alpha.

"Mine, mine ,mine." Carlos growls starting to move instantly, filling Charles with brutally hard thrusts, using his hands to spread Charles' cheeks apart, watching as his cock disappears inside of him.

Charles squeals in delight as Carlos takes his arms and pins them behind his back, his lips pressing against his ear. "Who do you belong to? " Charles moans arching his back. "Yours, all yours alpha."

"Yes Carlos." Charles see stars as Carlos hits his prostate dead on, his cock lays leaking and abandoned below him, he's too high up to rut against the bed sheets and with his arms behind his back, he has no choice but to take what Carlos gives him like a good little omega.

"Please Carlos." Charles moans, pushing his hips back trying to get Carlos to hit his prostate again. "You take what I give you, omega." Carlos growls into his ear, it sends shivers down his spine.

Carlos does start hitting his prostate with every thrust, slamming into it so hard, Charles can barely keep up, wave after wave of pleasure fills him up. "Do you want my knot, pretty little omega?"

"Hmmm." Charles can barely focus, his orgasm is almost here, with one last slam onto his prostate he comes harder than he ever has in his life, spilling his load over the sheets below him.

"I said, do you want my knot, omega?" Carlos thrusts into Charles with all his might now, his knot getting bigger and bigger with every thrust. "Please, give me your knot, want to feel it inside me, filling me to the brim."

"Going to knot you baby, fill you up with my come and put my pups inside of you, bet you would love that?" Charles moans. "Please alpha, give me all your pups." That must have set off the primal part of Carlos' brain off, he growls and sinks his teeth into the mating bite on Charles' neck, opening up the old wound.

"Fuck, Carlos." Carlos grunts in response, licking up the blood on Charles' neck in a silent apology as his knot swells to full hardness and catches on Charles' rim, keeping them stuck together.

"I'm sorry Charles, are you okay?" Carlos comes back to his senses, at least for a little while until the next waves starts. He gently moves Charles onto his side and pulls them into a spooning position. "I'm fine Carlos, nothing to be sorry for at all."

"I know I helped you with your heat, we just didn't discuss this."  Charles shrugs. "I just assumed this what we do, you help me and I help you, we are mates after all."

Carlos' knot finally pops and fills up Charles with his hot, alpha cum. "As much as it pains me to say it because i'd love to put a pup in you but are you still on birth control?" Charles nods. "No pups until my racing career is over."

"I want to knock you up so bad, put so many pups in you, lock you away and pregnant, keep you just for me. Would you like that Charles?

It seems round two has started much faster than Charles thought.  

[sotwk]

you do so much for fandom, i thought i'd turn the tables on your Trick or Treat event by showing up at your doorstep with a treat for you :)

part of my process for drawing characters i've not illustrated before is to dedicate a sketch to studying and understanding their features before going ahead with the actual piece. i can't tell you much of a boon it is for artists that you have face claims for each Thranduilion!

(i hope they look alright! please point out anything that doesn't line up with your vision!)

THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING AND UNEXPECTED THING I'VE EVER RECEIVED!!!

I can tell you know the OC Thranduilions, because of the little details! Mirion smiling vs Turhir's resting frowny face! Gelir's smirky dimples! Arvellas's facial hair! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!

This is so kind and thoughtful and generous of you!! <3 When I place my actual commission order, I will definitely provide more info for you to work with that will give you more defining physical characteristics. :) But I'm blown away that you already have a head start on it!

Right now, I just can't decide whether to ask for a group picture of the 5, OR individual pictures, in "character reference sheets" style, because your detail work in character and clothing design is superb!

I might just ask for both individual and group pics, if I have enough funds for it. LOL. I just need to decide what to ask for first! :)

Thank you again for this spectacular surprise gift!!!

[saphira-artandoc]

Behold… a project that began back in October 5th 2022…

C3 Swap AU

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I am nothing if not predictable

What is the swap AU?

The swap AU was created due to my love of that genre (If you followed me in my Persona phase, you know what I mean)

It was a way for me to practice my craft as time goes on and to this day, I’m still learning. It’s also an excuse for me to draw pretty outfits

It was also inspired by Eren Angiolini’s CR swapped classes (mainly VM and MN back then) before their own rendition of Bell’s Hells, done in 2023

The difference between my version and Eren’s is that instead of swapping DnD classes (Fighter -> Paladin) , we changed their subclasses (Fighter : Battle master -> Fighter : Eldritch knight). Some of these were taken from completely made up thanks to a homebrew list of subclasses

The entire creation of this AU is a group effort from various members of the Dorym Nation discord server. We did not plan for it to work as well as it did as episode rolled by. We did it mostly on vibes and somehow made everyone’s backstory sadder (oops)

Why making this post now?

With campaign 3 coming close to an end, I felt like it was finally time for me to face my fears and show the people what 2 years of creation do to someone, without any remorse for showing enjoyment in a piece of media.

I also struggle with showcasing my work in the last couple of years to a wider audience, especially with the rise in A/I art and N/F/T that just destroyed me mentally. This is why you don’t see much art posting from me

Also every time I thought I had a breather with art, shit just kept happening in the canon game and it really just spiralled to what we have today… Mind you this was created around episode e20 so we didn’t know everything about the characters back then… We were so close but had to change some stuff and add something else… I love the creative process <3

What did you mean by “you made everyone’s backstory sadder?”

When you go into a project made on vibes, you kiiiiind of mix-match a couple of ideas together. With the Swap AU, not only did we swap their subclasses, but we also swapped elements of their backstories with another member of their group. You will see it with everyone’s post.

Wait so you’re not sharing the art yet? Why not?

My goal with this post is to give you guys a small introduction to the AU. I know this will be at the very least 10 post in total minus this one since I’m hoping to give each Hellions their very own Tumblr posts

I am also a perfectionist and I want to give the best quality possible when posting the artworks. I am in the making of creating front facing reference sheets of each member of BH with max 6 different clothes ( EXU or start of the campaign, ball, outfit 2, current one, and for those with specific body transformations get that illustrated also)

There is already existing art of the AU that was created by @czpeterp that you can see here! (Their art is amazing, go check them out!!)

I have Fearne and Chetney’s that are complete, and Imogen is the next one in line. Expect for a post about them coming really soon (hopefully tomorrow)

That’s all for now! Sorry for all the rambling lmao, I do hope I piqued your curiosity and I’ll see you (hopefully) tomorrow morning for our first Swapped character: Fearne Calloway!

[winchesterwild78]

Montana part 4

Master List

Characters: Beau Arlen x Reader, Jenny Hoyt x Reader (cousins) 

Warnings: SMUT!! Sorry not sorry. That is what this chapter is, just good old fashioned SMUT with Beau. If you don’t want to read it, feel free to skip it. 

Minors DNI 18+

A/N: This chapter is shorter due to the nature of the content. 😃 New series I’m working on. Doesn’t follow the Big Sky story but has some characters. So I know the GIF isn't of Beau, but use your imagination 😉

This is a work of fiction. All work is my own, don’t take it. 

I edited it quickly and typed with one hand due to surgery recovery. Please overlook any errors. Thanks. 😊 

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Beau continued to kiss you, making his way down your neck and to your collarbone. Your hands instinctively went in his hair and you moaned as his lips left a trail of heat on your skin. His hands played with the hem of your shirt and he pulled it over your head. With one hand he pulled his shirt over his head and off, exposing his toned, freckled covered chest. You bit your bottom lip looking at him and you felt the heat pool between your legs. Beau removed your bra and your breasts sprang free. 

He licked his lips seeing your exposed breasts. He slowly guided you back to the bed and laid you down. Beau unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He slowly pulled them down over his thick thighs leaving him in his boxers. You could see his length outlined by his boxers and you clenched your thighs together. You could tell he was big. You unbuttoned your pants and lifted your hips as Beau pulled them down. You were left in your panties and he in his boxers.

Beau climbed on the bed beside you. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Y/N? We don’t have to go any further than what we have if you’re not sure.” He asked you. “Beau, I want you. I want all of you, I’m ready. Please.” You panted. Beau slowly hooked your panties with his fingers and slid them down your thighs. He tossed them to the side making you giggle. He climbed on the bed and used his thighs to part yours. As you spread your legs he could see your arousal and he smirked. 

“You ready?” He asked. You shook your head yes, not trusting your voice. Beau started kissing up your thighs causing you to moan and squirm. He smiled as he placed a kiss on your hip. He worked his way over to your mound. His calloused hands and fingers slowly moved up your thighs and to your parted folds. He stuck a thick finger in and you moaned. He pumped a few times and added another finger. You moaned and moved your hips. He hooked his fingers up, hitting that sensitive spot inside you. 

He sped up when he knew he found the spot. Beau leaned down and licked a strip up your and in between your folds stopping at your engorged clit. He licked and started to suck your clit pulling a deep moan from your lips. You grabbed his head and pushed him closer to you. He smirked and started eating you like a man starved. You felt yourself getting closer to your release. 

Beau was amazing at what he was doing. Your toes curled and you kept a grip on his hair and one on the sheets. You had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from being too loud. “‘B..b..Beau, I’m….close…” you panted. “Cum for me sweetheart.” Beau commanded. Your body responded to his touch and his command. You came hard, leaving your juices on his beard and lips. He helped you ride out your release until you were closing your legs at the sensitivity. 

Beau had you seeing stars. Your body was on fire, your pussy was sensitive and yet you still wanted more. Beau leaned up and kissed your lips before moving off the bed. When he stood you watched with anticipation as he removed his boxers. His very hard, very long length sprang  free. Your breath hitched. “Don’t worry darlin’ I’ll go slow.” You bit your lip and nodded. 

Beau grabbed a condom and slid it on after pumping himself a few times. He lined himself up, “Ready baby?” “Yes, Beau. I’m ready.” 

He lifted your legs up a little and pushed his length in slowly. You both moaned as he was pushing in. Beau stopped and leaned forward laying his head in the crook of your neck. “God! You’re so tight, baby. I need to stop for a minute.” He whispered in your ear. You smiled a little and bucked your hips. Beau groaned and leaned up. He pushed in on one thrust and you gasped. “Oh Fuck, Beau!” He bottomed out and pulled back then pushed back in quickly. You groaned and dug your nails in his arms. 

Beau lifted your legs higher and placed them on his shoulders. He was able to push in at a different angle and you gasped. He was hitting a deeper spot that was making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. You moved your hips begging for him to move. He picked up the pace and the sounds of pleasure and flesh hitting flesh filled the room. 

Beau locked eyes with you and leaned down kissing your lips. You moaned into his mouth as he pushed deep inside you. He felt amazing and your body craved his. “On your hands and knees, sweetheart” he whispered in your ear. 

You flipped over and got on your hands and knees. You presented your round, firm ass to him and he gripped one hip with his strong hand and his cock with the other. He lined himself up to your dripping entrance and pushed in. Your head went back, your eyes rolled and you whimpered. This new angle filled you with ecstasy and pain. Beau grabbed your hair in one hand and pulled a little. You yelped. “Is this okay, baby?”  He questioned. “Oh God Yes! More than okay, Beau.” 

You pushed your hips back into him causing him to groan. Beau let go of your hair and grabbed both hips pulling you to him. He set a feverish pace. Slamming his cock deep inside you. You felt your second release coming fast. “Beau, I’m going to cum again.” you breathed out. “I’m close too.” He gripped your hips tighter. You knew you would be bruised tomorrow, but you didn’t care. 

“Don’t cum yet, Y/N” he growled. Your walls clenched around him and he grunted. “Baby, you can’t do that. You’re going to make me cum.” he groaned into your ear. You made your walls clench again and giggled. He slapped your ass and you yelped a little. “I’m sorry baby. I don’t know what came over me.” He apologized. “Oh no, Beau. That was perfectly fine. I liked it.” You said seductively. 

Beau grinned and slapped your ass again. He wasn’t slapping you hard, just a little slap. He would never intentionally hit you or hurt you. You bucked your hips backwards into him and he pushed in harder. Beau was chasing his release and you were chasing your second one. You were so close and so was he. 

“Beau, I need to cum! Please!” you begged. “Not yet, not like this.” Beau pulled out and you whined. He laid down and instructed you to get on top. You placed your thighs on either side of him and lined him back up. You slid down his shaft, taking every inch of him in with one push. You both groaned. 

You rocked your hips and he pushed his hips into you. You knew neither of you were going to last long like this, but you didn’t care. You bounced up and down on his hard cock. His hands holding your breasts. He leaned up taking one of your breasts in his mouth. You threw your head back and moaned with pleasure. You grinned down hard causing a growl to escape his lips. He pulled you close to him and kissed your lips deeply. 

You were about to cum. “Beau….I’m…..going….to….” the pleasure of your second orgasm hit, shooting through your body like a bolt of lightning. Just as you came Beau grunted and his body pulsed as his release came. He held onto your body like it was a prized possession as he came and emptied his seed in the condom. 

As he came down from his high and you did too, you carefully climbed off and laid on the bed beside him. Beau kissed your lips softly and got up to go to the bathroom. You watched him walk into your bathroom and you smiled to yourself. Not only was he built like a god, he had a perfect ass too. Beau removed the used condom, tossing it in the trash and cleaned himself up. He returned with a warm washcloth and helped clean you. Once both of you were cleaned he tossed the washcloth to the hamper and crawled in bed with you. 

You pulled the sheet over your naked bodies. Beau laid on his back and pulled you to his side. You laid on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he held you in his arms. His fingers running up and down your arm. You both let out a contented sigh. “Beau, that was incredible. I hope we can do that again sometime.” You smiled. He smiled at you, kissed the top of your head and said “that was amazing, sweetheart. I would love nothing more than to do that again. Your body felt incredible.” “So did yours Beau.” 

Beau looked at the clock and sighed. “I probably should go home.” You looked at him with puppy dog eyes, “Can’t you stay?” “You want me to stay the night? What about Jenny?” He questioned. “Yes, Beau. I want you to stay. You let me worry about Jenny. Please stay.” You asked. He smiled, lifted your chin and softly kissed your lips. “Okay, Y/N, I’ll stay.”

You smiled softly and snuggled to his side. “Good night, Beau.” “Good night, sweetheart. See you in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and both of you drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Not caring about tomorrow or what any thought about the intimacy the two of you just shared. 

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[theheirofthesharingan]

thank you so much for that analysis of itachi not being retconned!! to give kishimoto credit, writing a weekly installment series that went on for far longer than he ever thought it would (although as fellow writers we can probably imagine he had hopes and dreams for being able to write as long as possible), is really really difficult, but also people sometimes see explaining further down the line and call it retconning, when really it's just expanding things that many readers haven't paid much attention to before. I've been trying to find evidence to this question for ages so thank you so much for laying it out! now i have an amazing reference sheet in the form of your post 😁. Kishimoto did a really good job in my opinion of laying out such a long-game character and we are blessed to have itachi with all his flaws and humanity as a result.

Thank you and you're very welcome.

I lose a part of my braincells every time I read people go "But he was meant to be evil from the start/ Kishimoto retconned him" as if all the glaring evidences aren't already available in manga. Kishimoto writes him with much more softness than the anime, that misses the moments occasionally.

This, for example, doesn't look like the face of someone who was hurting Sasuke because he was having fun. It's pain written all over his face.

Someone on Twitter pointed it out. When Sasuke enters his house and spots Itachi, his mouth is trembling and it's like he's crying.

From the narrative point of view to his expressions in manga, Kishimoto does a great job at establishing there's more to him than we know. In the anime too, Kisame says Itachi avoids fighting a lot, like he did against Jiraiya and other Konoha Shinobi.

A lot of people have created lies over lies about him and keep sharing it in abundance to show how "evil" he is and his fans are depraved people. When, in truth, it's them who are incapable of comprehending a morally ambiguous character with his flaws. I would accept half of the rage against him if Naruto was set in a gentler and kinder world and Itachi had more choice and freedom, which is not true.

Anyway, every time people come up with "he was meant to be a bad guy from the start" nonsense, I know they've missed the point, and basically comprehension skills for them are zilch.

[catspaw97]

Commissions are open!!

Hi! I'm Cat, and I'm opening commissions to help my family who is currently struggling through a bankruptcy. These are my prices! (USD only please!)

My Kofi link: https://ko-fi.com/spacecatz

INFORMATION BELOW THE CUT

BASIC SKETCH

- bust: 5 dollars

- fullbody: 10 dollars

LINEART

-bust: 15 dollars

-fullbody: 20 dollars

FULL COLOR

-bust: 25 dollars

-fullbody: 30 dollars

SIMPLE SHADING

(Without color)

-bust: 16 dollars

-fullbody: 19 dollars

(With color)

-bust: 26 dollars

-fullbody: 31 dollars

COMPLEX SHADING + LIGHTING

(without color)

-bust: 17 dollars

-fullbody: 18 dollars

(with color)

-bust: 27 dollars

-fullbody: 32 dollars

ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS¹

sketch: +1 dollar

Lineart: +2 dollars

Full color: +3 dollars

Simple shading (no color): +2 dollars

Simple shading (color): +3 dollars

Complex shading/lighting(no color): +3 dollars

Complex shading/lighting(color): +4 dollars

BACKGROUNDS

Simple²: +2 dollars

Complex³ (This will take MUCH longer!): +6 dollars

COMICS

(Will contact for composition of panels)

Sketch: +1 dollar every panel

Lineart: +1 dollar every panel

Full color: +2 dollars every panel

Simple shading (no color): +3 dollars every panel

Simple shading (color): +4 dollars every panel

Complex shading/lighting (no color): +5 dollars every panel

Complex shading/lighting (color): +6 dollars every panel

Simple² backgrounds: +2 dollars every panel

Complex³ backgrounds: + 3 dollars every panel

¹: this includes more than one of the character in a space, for example on a reference sheet.

²: "Simple" refers to places that are easier or simplistic to draw- ground + wall, in a doorway with the room behind the subject blocked, sitting on a surface, etc. It will automatically line up with what you have chosen for the subject (sketch, lineart, shading, etc).

³: "Complex" refers to places that are harder to draw or more detailed in nature- entire rooms, detailed forest backgrounds, places with several background items like stores or bookcases, etc. It will automatically line up with what you have chosen for the subject (sketch, lineart, shading, etc). Since I am not usually a background artist, this particualr option will take a bit longer to complete and is therefore more expensive.

WILL DO:

Fanart of media

Ships

Ocs

Anthropomorphic characters

Animals

Character redesigns

Complex clothing styles (as long as there is a reference provided!)

Reference sheets with color swatches and information

Action poses (may require Reference and adjusting to liking)

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Incestuous or pedophilic relationships

NSFW/kink art (as of [post date]. Anatomy is hard)

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, FEED MY ART INTO AN AI, OR RESELL MY ART. Use for profile pictures, backgrounds, etc is permitted with credit. Reblogs are permitted and encouraged!

(For those travelling from other sites to this one: repost refers to posting the image by itself and/or claiming it is yours. Reblogging refers to sharing the original post on your blog by hitting the 🔄 button!)

Here are some examples of my art!

[Full color fullbody, no shading- 30 dollars]

[Full color bust with complex lighting/shading- $27]

[Full color "bust" with complex lighting/shading- $27]

[Full color bust with simple shading / lighting- $26]

[Full color bust with simple shading / lighting- $26]

[Full color no shading "bust"- $25]

[Sketch bust + additional character- $6]

Thank you for reading through! If you enjoy my art, please consider commissioning me! You can contact me through dms here, OR on discord, if you are more comfortable that way! I will provide my discord in DMs.

(Credit to characters- Sun Wukong, Redson, Rumble, and Savage are all LEGO Monkie Kid characters. Pomni is a The Amazing Digital Circus character. However, the other three are my own original characters!)